You're a prison guard in tsarist prison on your daily duty. You're checking on the Polish Patriots locked here and then, from one of the cells, you hear a male, passionate voice

...for I will shoot my voice into the whole sphere of creation

This voice that will go from generation to generation:

I will shout that you are not the father of the world but...

You hear a small gasp and now the voice changed to more husky yet dark

...Tzar

Suddently, all you hear is choking and weak gasps