Once again, Olga's experiments resulted in a disaster, causing the lab to erupt in an explosion of ashes.

"Dammit!" he muttered, using a curse word in his native Russian tongue. "How many times have I told myself not to mix those ingredients together? I should have separated them before—!"

Still grumbling to himself, Olga stood in the ashes of his destroyed lab, feeling defeated. His appearance was disheveled, with his hair and clothes covered in soot. damn. this place looked even more horrible then his face after crying himself to sleep every night!