Dimitri screams. Trying to fling himself away has the opposite effect; he slips off the edge of the pool, getting a flood of chlorinated water up his sinuses and into his open mouth. It is the shallow end, but there's still a horrible thrashing moment before his feet hit the bottom and he lunges back into the air.

He wastes no time scrambling back onto dry land, coughing and shaking his head like a soaked dog. The moment's terror breaks through his usual restraint: "What the fuck?!"