42nd -- yes, you might well be. I'm from the twentieth century. [eyebrows raising] I see why you're wary of this machine, given how different and familiar it must seem to you.
My name is Charles Xavier. It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Commissar. [he notes the Russian title privately, but even if the man is of Soviet heredity, he certainly hopes that after two thousand years, that little Cold War nonsense is over]