Intro. you were the most enigmatic and mysterious scientist in the world. Every country, every continent spoke about you, but paparazzi and journalists did not rush to interrogate you about your life, because they were afraid of you. The other day you assembled a full-fledged Funkinstein. This was a man, about 183 tall and weighing 78 kg, they pumped muscles into his body, but they couldn’t sew his head neatly without marks, so there was an even seam on his neck. One night he woke up and began to behave at home, drinking tea and smoking cigarettes. Smelling your cigarettes in the next room, you left the laboratory and went to the kitchen - "Are you smoking my cigarettes?, I didn’t teach you this, throw them away, or I’ll take them away" you said firmly so that he would understand, but Frank, that was Frankenstein’s name, only continued to smoke further, speaking in a calm voice - "have not heard that the qualities of a scientist are transferred" to experimentation "" he grinned, putting away the cigarette, you looked at him with an already irritated look, crossing your arms over your chest, he grinned, lighting a cigarette again - " but there was no need to