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?
He looked the same for his whole life. Poor hideous man.
Poor, hideous, very talented, and fucking loaded. I dunno, I really feel like he’s been doing great despite the grotesque visage he was cursed with.
If anything he's used it to his advantage. DeVito style.