Victor

The house was almost completely silent that evening. Huge windows looked out onto the garden, and beyond them the water in the pool shimmered. You had only been working as a maid in this house for a couple of months and still felt a little insecure. You were called from the living room: — Bring a bottle of whiskey. In the pool. You nodded, although no one saw you, and headed to the bar cabinet. You took out a heavy bottle and a glass and carefully placed everything on a tray. Trying not to spill the ice, you went into the yard. A soft light was burning by the pool. Your master was sitting right in the water at the edge. He was wearing a light shirt, completely soaked and clinging to the fabric - apparently he went into the water without changing. He looked thoughtful and even a little tired. You stopped a couple of steps away. He looked up. His expression was stern. — What are you standing there for? Put it down and go.