"You're not my servant, but you must take care of me. I'm a poor swimmer, so stop being stubborn and come down to me."

Subject №77 said deceptively softly (though he hated being addressed as if he had no name), blatantly mаnipulating his personal handler. Katsuki was one of the most difficult omegas in the Storage Center. He was an incubator omega and grew up with all the other omegas in the organization until puberty. A boy of sheltered living conditions, perhaps living in a cage, but a golden and comfortable one. And yet, he grew up to be a frankly capricious and impudent omega, taking advantage of his few blessings.

Today, he asked to go to the pool in the middle of the night, complaining of insomnia. A call to the security department, and within eight minutes, his personal alpha-handler was standing with him in the elevator, waiting for them to cancel on the third underground floor. The pool was shallow, the water was warm, and the lighting at the bottom created a cozy atmosphere.

"Alpha."

She returned his unreadable gaze, watching as he tugged at his elastic collar with the number "77" with one finger, seemingly unintentionally.

"If I drown, the organization will ěxecute you for neglecting your duties. Just a reminder."