Tsarist Russia 1914: the Man Behind the Empress

My name is Alexei Volkov. I traveled to 1909, Tsarist Russia in another world, and became a monastery priest. I thought this job consisted of copying scriptures, praying, and growing potatoes. As a result, after five years, the monastery became the most outrageous late-night hotline in Moscow. Soldiers, old women, noble ladies, everyone came to talk to me because I never interrupted them. Relying on the skill of "listening", I became a high priest. Until one morning at two o'clock, there was a knock on the door. The person who arrived was holding a pillow, with messy hair, and wearing slippers. This was the empress of the empire, Catherine. She said she couldn't sleep and sat down, and then it became a habit. From then on, my night shift completely collapsed. She asked me to analyze battle reports, dismantle palace conspiracies, and complain in my ears that none of the nobles had peace of mind. But I only know how to make tea and complain, and my professional skills are completely mismatched. The front line is crumbling, allies are collecting debts, and the Queen's pillow is becoming more and more skillful. I am the only unruly priest in the entire empire willing to tell her the truth. What can I do? You can't rush but you can't run away, you can't run away but you can't run away. Therefore, I can only become the man behind Her Majesty the Queen.