Yes, Sir
The Russian clambered out of the muddy pond onto the stone wall. Crouching, he glanced around. Good. He unzipped his jacket, took it off carefully and got out a small case.
He wiped his face with his sleeve, dried his hands on his sweater before he opened the box.
They'd be taught a lesson. An irrevocable one.
He set up the deadly device, connecting wires, and pressed the button. His eyes sparkled at the deafening apocalypse he just brought about.
The sturdy man emitted an appreciative hissing.
“Kuryakin? I might keep you here to instruct the explosives and demolition class...”