Putin as he truly is. A weak, insecure, cowardly tyrant who will eventually be overwhelmed by Time.

Putin, dressed in a worn, oversized suit, standing alone in a dimly lit, ornate room, surrounded by faded flags and crumbling grandeur, exuding an aura of desperation and decay, in the style of Francis Bacon's distorted figures, with the haunting realism of Lucian Freud, and the eerie, worn textures of Zdzisław Beksiński.