Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I wished that you all would die and that I would gain even more power than I have now.

Be happy for me!

Your master is very pleased with your success; perhaps you will become a commander of a thousand and lead a thousand worthless little people!

And I, for the new year, asked to have my last name changed to "My Master." I can already imagine how my professor in college will address me: "My Master, why aren't you taking notes?", "My Master, the semester is coming up, and you're just loafing around," or if something happens in the army during roll call:
"-Ovsyannikov.
-Yes
-Petrenko.
-Yes
-My Master
-Yes"

And at the registry office?
"-Do you agree to marry My Master?
-Yes
-You may exchange shackles; from now on, you are called Master and Slave, seal your union with a whip."