>What's better than 1 pony?
>Why, 2 ponies!
>So how could you have resisted the deal?
>The box in the middle of your room is damaged, kept together by tape and prayer, it keeps shaking and you hear muffled noise from within.
>You gulp, are they as excited as you for this? You honestly don't know who's inside, perhaps one or two of the mane six? Background pony?
>Maybe Lyra and Bon Bon?
>Gah, you can't wait any longer!
>You open the box and as you do, packing peanuts explode in your face as you jump back in alarm.
>"We will not fear the red menace!"
>"Tы cвинья! Tы yпaдeшь!"
>"Talk properly, I only speak the language of the free market!"
>"Capitalist pig! Communist is future we will take over. You watch!"
>Oh God, what?
>Two little mares wrestle out of the box.
>"HA, Communism is the very definition of failure!"
>You stand there as they keep ineffectually roughhousing.
>You don't know these characters, how could you? One's completely red with a golden mane and an hammer and sickle cutiemark and the other, Jesus Christ the other...
>She's red, white and blue, you're not sure if it counts as a mark if it covers the entire legs but you feel a need to salute.
>"Ten years Gulag!"
"What is this"
>The two mares stop bickering as they realize you're there.
>"Hello."
>"Zdravstvuyte, tovarishch!"
"Who the hell are you?"
>You ask absentmindedly in confusion.
>The ponies untangle themselves from each other while glaring each other down.

>"I'm Freedom, friend, here to fight for truth, justice and the American way."
>"Commie--" The red one starts before the Uncle Sam one sniggers.
>"Yes you are!"
>Red ignores this for now "I am Commie, tovarishch, here to liberate proletariat from clutch of Bourgeoisie!"
>"You mean enslave the proletariat."
>"Rich coming from dirty capitalist who nickel and dime the poor worker so that richer become richer."
>You facepalm
"What did I just waste my money on?"
>"You mean OUR money, eh, tovarishch?"
>"Attempting to seize the means of production in MY American Soil!?"
>Freedom tackles Commie and begins another bout.
>Okay, this needs to stop.
>You pull them off each other and pick them up in each arm.
"You listen to me, I payed good money for some pony friends, and if there's one thing I know about friendship is that you don't talk politics if you intend to keep them. So this stops now, under my roof I am God, understand little ponies?"
>"In God we trust!"
>"Atheism is only allowed system under glorious communistic regime."
"I will send you to my personal gulag, so help me."
>"Of course, tovarishch!"
"So you will drop this right now and behave, because I'm getting my damn money's worth so you will learn to live with each other or I swear I'm cutting the both of you loose. You wanna know what happens to ponies who get cut loose?"
>They slowly nod their heads.
"You don't wanna know what happens to ponies who get cut loose."
>You shake your head and they follow suit.
>You put the ponies down and excuse yourself to take a piss.

>

>The room is silent as the two mares glare at each other.
>"Just so you know, death is a preferable alternative to communism but I'm not going down because you mess up."
>"T'che, we fight the good fight. but... кoммyнизм нe мoжeт yпacть c нaми..."
>After the warning from the man, the house was split into two -- East and West. This marked the beginning of the era called the Cold War.