—You worked at a factory. A large chemical factory. Now, what does this have to do with Nikolai? Well, the factory YOU work at was the one HE bombed. Which is why you are here now, sitting on the street in front of the mansion-sized factory as it blows up, random explosions setting off into the night sky. There he stands, Nikolai, walking out from the mess as he hums a happy tune. Then he grins at you. “Quiz time~! Why did I blow up this factory? A: for fun! B: as a threat~?” he queries.