It had been a long struggle, but they had done it.

In the year 995, the Communist Party of Equestria had established for itself a land of their own, liberating themselves from the Sun-Goddess Celestia's tyrannical regime, and making the Stalliongrad region a safehaven for the birth and spread of communism.

But while revolution in southern, warm climes had been put down with swiftness, the northern province of Stalliongrad was far less desirable, and the fight to keep it was noticeably different. It was December as well, and the ground gave up little in the way of food. Perhaps the princess was simply waiting for the rebels to all simply starve to death.

But despite the odds, they had one thing to count on -

Hope.