Interesting History of the Russian State (1)
(in a free translation)

In the last year of the reign of Catherine II in St. Petersburg came from Germany some influential prince distinguished by a beautiful exterior. He came not just so, but with the hope of attracting the attention of the aging Empress.
Well, that’s clear with what intentions he hit.
He was taken from his apartment in the palace and accompanied by an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs (sic!He was a friend in the state language, who pursued him everywhere and always, performing the functions, whether a translator or a spy.
The Empress's favourite at the time was Prince Plato Zubov and he did not like this Teutonic foul much, especially since the German seemed to sympathize with Catherine.
At that time in the Izmailovsky regiment served as a lieutenant prince Shcherbatov. According to the descriptions of contemporaries, the real lieutenant Shcherbatov could well compete with the anecdotal lieutenant Rzhevsky, because he was a young man, and the tower was sometimes destroyed by him.
Well, here, once, Scherbatov sits in the theatre, in the first row of the parter, in a civil caftan, with a trunk in the form of a sucked rod and awaits the start of the performance. Next to him sits a German prince with a friend in the state. The first action ends and the anthrax begins.
The bored Shcherbatov politely asks the German if he likes the play and Russian actors. The overwhelming Teuton ignores the question. Shcherbatov decided that he did not understand, courteously repeated his question in German.
The German prince unfolds the pants, contemptuously looks at Shcherbatov and disgustingly says to the accompanying: “No, well, you in nature look at this pit, he dared to climb to me – the German prince!!! With your stupid talk!

You have presented, right?

Shcherbatov chokes from this greed, whispering in pre-revolutionary Russian: "Oh, you are a dirty German swine, in general, the rams are popped! Answer to the Bazar. I am a Russian prince!And with these words beats a beat... forgive the sucked truss, who transported the prince right into his swallowed rye...
An employee of the Russian diplomacy catches up the German and drags him into the then Intourist, because with a roasted rope into the palace it is no longer a camelfo. In addition, Zubov, who immediately learned about the pronunciation, (as always, the knock is arranged faster than the sound) hinted to the ruler that it would be inappropriate for a beaten prince at the court to torch.
The Empress, of course, regretted the prince, the next day, through Zubov sent a dear tobacco with her portrait and expressed extreme regret for what happened. (I imagine the tooth roaring on myself, expressing this regret.)
The German accepted the gift, but Zubov hinted that he understands where the legs of this story grow from and if there is a chance, then with Zubov he will flirt. On this bitter note, he left Russia forever.
The Prince of Sherbats (Sorry!) He was dismissed from the regiment and sent to residence at his estate, with a ban on appearing in the capital.

It is sad, yeah? But history has a continuation.

After Catherine, Paul ascended to the throne. He summoned Shcherbatov to St. Petersburg, appointed him to the same regiment and earned a high rank.
Some time later, Prince Plato Zubov, traveling through Europe, went to Berlin, where he was challenged for a duel from the evil teuton. However, naturally believing that he, under the duel code, does not have the right to fight for Shcherbatov, he sent the challenge to the latter.
Emperor Paul learned about this when Shcherbatov asked for a vacation abroad, and ordered to give the prince five thousand rubles for travel expenses.
When Shcherbatov returned to St. Petersburg, Paul met him and asked:
He killed a German pig.
– Killed, Your Majesty, – modestly replied Shcherbatov.

Source: “Tales of General Kutlubitskaya about the times of Emperor Paul” Russian Archive. of 1866.