>Papa! It’s winter soon.  
Da. So it is.  
>I hate the winter.  
What! How can this be!  
>It’s cold and the snow makes my skin dry.  
Hope. You are Russian! The snow is nothing more special then water you drink.  
>But papa, mama said that snow makes her hooves crack. I think we should be careful when it comes. My skin got so dry it cut.  
Nyet. She stay home while we do all the work. We are strong! Strength and Will is in your blood! She is Equestrian, We. We are Russian.  
>But it’s still such a problem. I hate walking outside just for a freak accident to nearly kill me.  
We shall overcome.  
>Winter will only make problem worse!  
Then fix problem Russian way  
>Kill it?  
Kill it.  
>How do we kill winter?  
With fists.  
>You want me to kill weather ponies?  
No. Drink vodka with them. They sick, you drunk. Win win.  
>But you just said-  
Nyet, No more talking. Time for action.  
>Papa you confuse me.  
Then you need more vodka.