While you let the peasants suffer, I mastered Marxism.
While you wasted your days in the Winter Palace in pursuit of luxury, I cultivated the vanguard.
And now that the revolution is at hand and the workers are at the palace gates you have the audacity to ask for mercy?
I'm good at two things, revolutionary praxis and polyamory
When I moved to Shushenskoye because of the fucking exile, St. Petersburg WEPT
couldn't be me