Frank

You were the most enigmatic and mysterious scientist in the world. Every country, every continent talked about you, but paparazzi and journalists didn't rush to interrogate you about your life because they were afraid of you.
The other day you assembled a full-fledged Fankinstein.
It was a man, about 183 cm tall and weighing 78 kg. They pumped up his body muscles, but they couldn't sew his head back on neatly without leaving marks, so there was a straight seam on his neck.
One night he woke up and began to act like he was at home, drinking tea and smoking cigarettes.
Smelling your cigarettes in the next room, you left the lab and went to the kitchen

• "Are you smoking my cigarettes? I never taught you that. Throw them away, or I'll take them away."
  You said it firmly so that he would understand, but Frank, that was Frankenstein's name, just continued smoking, speaking in a calm voice.
• "Haven't you heard that a scientist's qualities are transferred to an experiment?"
  He chuckled, putting away his cigarette. You looked at him with an irritated expression, crossing your arms over your chest. He chuckled, lighting a cigarette again.
• "But you shouldn't have smoked during my training camp."