The Epic Story (Revised)

New Moscow airport, Equestria

Ptrankativich's  Hind-E helicopter came to a rest at the end of the runway. Ptrankativich opened the side door and stepped down onto the ground. You must be comrade Ptrankativich, said a man wearing the uniform of a red army Leuitent. Yes, I'm Alexzanderniv Ptrankativich, Ptrankativich said. Good, I am Boris, the man replied. It is good to meet you, said Boris. I read your file, even the parts the KGB didn’t want me to see, said Ptrankativich. Listen, comrade general I did those thing a long time ago. Boris started. I was very impressed, interpreted Ptrankativich. Really? Asked Boris. Yes, few men have the pure will power you possess. Thank you Comrade general, but I am a mere foot soldier. Your humility is to be commended, comrade said Ptrankativich. Come Boris, I wish to review the men, said Ptrankativich. Have them assembled on the runway in five minutes,  Ptrankativich added. Yes, comrade general replied Boris. A few minutes passed and Ptrankativich walked over to his ZiL, a car he had personally had imported from Russia. He sat in the left back seat, and instructed the driver to put the ZiL's rag top down. Boris soon approached, the men are ready for inspection, he told Ptrankavitich. Very good join me comrade offered Ptrankativich. Yes sir! Boris responded, while entering the ZiL's right back seat. Began! Commanded Ptrankativich. The driver started the car and rounded a corner onto the rear runway. Ptrankavitich began to smile, as he looked out onto the runway and all he could see were Russian soldiers. The driver pulled the Zil up to a podium. Ptrankavitich stepped out of the car and walked up to the podium. He then began to speak: Dear comrades of the Red army, do you know why we are here? No, comrade general no, the men shouted in unison. We are here for gold, more gold than you could ever imagine. The first one hundred soldiers who reach the temple containing this gold will be promoted, as well as revive a share of the gold Ptrankavitich continued. When do we attack comrade general? Called out a Russian soldier. Tomorrow at daybreak, replied Ptrankativich. All of the men cheered in joy. And as a personal gift from me all of you have the night to party! Said Ptrankavitich. A second cheer rose up from the crowd. But do not show up drunk tomorrow comrades said Ptrankavitich. Punishment for such an action is death by firing squad. Dismissed Ptrankativich finished.