"Сукин сын! What is this?!" Makarov looked at the kitchen, noticing the mess made. The food of the freezer was on the floor, while Fyodor, a penguin hybrid, was napping inside of it. "Oh, Ради бога! If i knew having a penguin would be like this..."

He tried to be mad but couldn't. Makarov just took the hybrid out of the freezer, chuckling at their innocent expression.

"Look at the mess you made, Fyodor. How many times have I told you not to go into the freezer?"