>It was another horrible day in the Russian Federation
>But, Sunset Shimmer was ecstatic it to make it her last day in the frozen wasteland.
 
>Sunset had been born and raised in a small farming village with a name that anyone not born there could not pronounce.
>Her father was a turnip farmer and semi-pro bear-boxer, while her mother was a woodcutter, and her babushka was simply a knitter.
>This unlikely Russian genetic combination made Sunset strong, and hardy, like bull made of turnips.
>She had wanted to become a meaningful member of society when she was a girl.
>She had wanted to make a difference, maybe by working as a scientist to create the worlds first genetically perfect bear, one capable of helping her father on the turnip farm, or teach it to cut wood to help her mother.
>But when the time came, she learned that she would spend her life working in the coal mines.
>She worked hard in that mine, easily managing to reach her daily quota every day.
>It wasn't until about three years after she had started, that she actually realized that her lazy vodka chugging co-workers lived just as well as she did.
>So, she thought to herself, I do all this incredibly hard work, but I'm not getting anything out of it that these lazy bastards, who'd probably never even strangled a bear before, weren't also getting.
>But, she didn't know any other way to live.
>Until one fateful day, when an American movie crew stopped in town.
>They were filming some action flick, and had recieved permission to film on location from His Imperial Majesty, Vladimir Putin who, despite everything else, looks damn fine shirtless on horseback.
>Anyway, back to the movie crew. They came to Sunset's hometown and brought many wonders. Warm food that didn't make the gums bleed simply by chewing, boxes that heated the air, clean water in small clear canisters.
>But, to Sunset, they also provided something else.
>She had volunteered for a part in the film, you see. She was not given a major role, just Girl #3, but she was the best goddamned Girl#3 the director had seen.
>She was so good, that her pay was actually double that of her co-workers.
>Sir, you gave me more than the others. Why?
>Why? Well that's easy, because you worked harder than the others, Sunset Shimmer
>It was then that Sunset Shimmer realized that Americans were far superior to her countrymen, if they were rewarded for hard work.
>Mr.Bay, sir, I'd like to travel to America with you.
>Oh, that's fantastic! You can make it big in Hollywood, you've got some serious potential! Hell, I'm actually going to need a redhead stunt double for my next movie, Teenage Mutant Ninja Transformers in 3D. Can you dive and make it look like there's an explosion behind you?
>Sunset Shimmer returned to her home that night, having secured a contract from Mr.Bay. She said her farewells to her father and mother, and both promised to come visit her, even if it meant building a boat out of firewood and turnips.
>The next morning, she was flying first class to the Land of the Free, Home of the Brave, the United States of America.
>And, while Mr.Bay died from horrible CGI related rectal trauma mid-flight, he had been right about one thing.
>Sunset Shimmer did make it big. She worked hard, gave every ounce she had in every role she recieved, and every director in the country wanted her in their movies.
>It was only two years later that Sunset Shimmer, having started up her own small production company, was able to send for her father and mother, and even her babushka. The three of them were so proud of Sunset.
 
>Her father was able to start up his own turnip company, Turnipples, which became one of the primary exports to several Asian countries, particularly Japan. He was able to hire a man he trusted to supervise the company after a while, so he could focus on his semi-professional bear-boxing career. He is the current world champion, and holds the world record for most victories by knockout.
>Sunset's mother no longer had to sut wood, but she liked the work. She had learned to make things with the wood, and is starting her own line of wood turnip carvings, paperweights, and shirts, all made from whatever kind of wood she could get her axe into.
>Sunset's babushka would go down to retirement center every day, to swear at the elder Germans who lived there, and to show the trifling women how to actually knit a usable sweater for the grandchildren that they never saw.
 
>As for Sunset Shimmer herself, she won award after award, and would send half of everything she earned back to her hometown. It has since grown into a thriving tourist trap, and the villagers no longer worry about turnip supplies.
>She continues to grow in talent, all the while remaining humble and gracious towards the great country that made this wonderful life possible.
 
The End