First there was a street hooligan and thug growing into a small man sent to be a director of a cultural center where he found East Germans to be culturally and politically very backward. His small network of snitches was quickly squealed. Except for him. His friends called him "the Mole."
Then from a "guardian of the socialist revolution and principles," he became a manager of Leningrad and the KGB turned into a mafia kingdom. Then the Yeltsin mafia family called him to the rescue. And G.W. Bush approved.
Then out of his commonly photoshopped visage a vision of the "last hope" and "savior of mankind" has been created thanks to the many daily fake stories made both in the West and Russia while guys and gals in Langley have been falling off their chairs dying of laughter, vaguely recalling Machiavelli's aphorism that "people are so dumb and vulgar that not to tap into such a vast resource and not to use would be the greatest stupidity and the most egregious sin which the Prince is liable to; but then he would be no Prince.