There is no limit to my power. I am the true father of nations and ruler of dozens of countries. My chest is studded with medals of honor for the great deeds I have done. When I travel the world, all people greet me by falling down and saying my beautiful name in awe.
On my head is an emerald crown, confirming my royal descent, and in my hands I hold a magic scepter. The blood of monarchs flows in my veins, for I am a descendant of the Romanovs. Not all of them were shot by the Communists; some managed to survive. The legacy of monarchical times is not so easy to destroy; the higher powers help us. So I am one of the descendants of the surviving Romanovs.
I can control other people's thoughts and desires, and I can invade their dreams. I have the gift of hypnosis and clairvoyance. My tongue speaks prophecies every minute. I read future events through a crystal ball.
Soon I will go on a campaign and begin to conquer the world. Eventually, the rulers of all countries will leave their throne in my favor, and I will rule everywhere. Wealth and luxury will flow to me from all over the world.
Poets will compose elegant poems about me, and artists will capture my splendor on their canvases. Prepare yourselves, Earthlings, for my hour is coming. A little while longer and you will all praise me until the end of time.