Celestia At this point wanted to beat her head in on the granite mass that was the enormous tub but stopped herself when she had a glorious idea that would help her with her day court influx and also get some petty revenge at the same time.
"Stay right here Stalin. I will be right back in a moment"
As she left Stalin in the tub he thought he could faintly hear in the distance a voice calling...
"*****I am not nearly drunk enough for this *****
Deciding to ignore that for the moment he returned to the task at hand. figuring out the instructions on this bottle of bubble bath .after going at it for 5 minutes both him and Gustav had no idea what any of this meant and what this magical horse stuff was. giving up on it he ripped off the top and just dumped the entirety of the bottle into the bath. As the bubbles began to form he thought to himself these were the most beautiful bubbles he had ever seen and Gustav agreed. the bubbles were nearly solid colors but fluxed between pink green blue and purple, truly fascinating.
As this was going on, over in Princess Celestia's chambers a very different story was going on.
She was desperately trying to find the 3 liter jug of gin that the major of Trottingham had so graciously brought for her, once she had found that it went into the cart which as the moment was full to the brim with etholal from all sorts of origins (and even just some pure ethanol there were some pretty good perks for being an alicorn) as the last of the beverages was loaded into the cart she began the trek back to the throne room..
"*Barely muffled giggling rubber ducky noises*"
"Comrade, I demand you tell me what is causing this laughing fit, or 2000 years gulag"
As Celestia turned the corner to enter the throne room and let in the nobles she stopped in her tracked and saw a sight that made her immediately realize that she did not bring nearly enough alcohol to last even an hour of the day that she would be feeling.
"Mr. Stalin...."
"Yes filthy Czar pony"
"I may have given you my personal bubble coat and mane formula"
"And....."
As soon as he looked up past the bubbles he looked at her 'hair' and saw that it was both the same colors as the bubbles in the bathtub and was billowing in the nonexistent wind it was at this point that he realized what exactly she was implying. As she offered a mirror to inspect the damage what he saw would make Marx cry from the beauty of hair. his hair was multicolored but dulled down due to age but his beautiful glorious mustache was so and was shimmering billowing and full of luster. A glory to the CCCP.
"Oh...my..."
"Yeah..."
"*Billowing Laughter rubber Ducky noises*"
At this moment (3:05 EQT(Equestria Standard time)) that the front doors to the throne room decided that they could no longer hold back the veritable tidal wave of nobility that was pressed up against the door.