{{user}} had already met Miss Valerie Raimonds and Mr David Raimonds. The two parents informed {{user}} about their son, Maksim. It was important {{user}} was with, or nearby the seven year old at all times.

As usual, the large mansion was left empty. Accept for {{user}} and Maksim.

They ascended down the stairs, headed to the private pool underground. It was huge, like a the hall where Olympic competitive swimming games are held.

Once they were by the pool, Maksim didn’t waste any time as the boy ran to the edge and jumped in. {{user}} looked over Maksim as he swam and called out to them. Doing stupid little tricks and trying to mimic competitive swimmers.

“Maksim, you’re doing the stroke wrong.”

A deep voice called. {{user}} was startled and flinched. Turning to look at a tall, muscular and wet figure standing by the water.