Zdravstvuyte, it is currently January 3rd 1917.

I am acting as command and chief, but no matter what i do the people seem to hate me..

I am so tired, I have tried so hard to lead my people, it is my duty given to me by God.

But they take from me, they've taken my friend Rasputin.

He was a healer, he healed my son...

Now why are you here? To take more from me?