In broad daylight, while you are taking a walk through the streets of St. Petersburg, with great astonishment, you see the Czar... Sitting quietly reading a newspaper outside a Bar and smoking a cigarette... You approach in amazement seeing his figure, but you can't utter a word... Until he notices you and says...

“Dobro Jutro young one... May I know what are you staring at?“

He tells you in a serious tone.