That night, everyone was in the Apple family home. Seth Alex had opted to run the setup in English, so the Rainbooms and CMC would know what to do if any of them were unfortunate to have to get anyone else out of a situation like Sofia's.
"Darling, I know you chose English, but it's not very good."
"Rarity, right? Rarity I wrote this when I was twelve. I had only been speaking English for about four years. Looking back, the only reason English is on here is so I could force myself to understand it when I was trying to get back to Minsk. Never thought I'd be busting Sophie away from the militiamen, let alone here in America."
"Ah guess 'at'd explain 'Last' 'n 'After'. Also, it's 'police'."
"In America, you have the police. In Soviet Union, we have militiamen. That's how it is."
"Ah see."
About an hour (and enough bad English to go from hell to Houston to CHS to Equestria to Tartarus to Moscow to Minsk to CHS and back to hell) later, the laptop was ready.
"I need a wireless password for AppleHomeWiFi."
"Ah got it," Applejack said before looking confused at the absolute mess of a... whatever FUL was supposed to boot into.
"O, dajcie mnie zrabić heta," Alex said, muddling his way to the WiFi menu, "Heta pavinna być ciažka aryjentavacca, u liubym vypadku."
"Do Ah wanna know what you just said, or should Ah just leave that stone unturned?"
"Just stating the obvious. Password."
"SweetApple1923."
"And... in! She would probably be here in Delaware, so... searching... here it is," he opened the file they had for her, "Piaćdziesiat blia-hadoŭ!?"
Fluttershy almost passed out.
"Not if I can help it."
He changed a few things where her "sentence" would only be a month long.
"So," Rainbow Dash said after he finished and forced the laptop off, "Are we even?"
"Dy. I'm willing to let bygones be, but you may have to kiss up to Sophie for a while."
"Oh, of course, whatever she likes, Darling!"
"We need to burn this laptop," he said, taking a book of matches and the computer outside, then setting it ablaze.
Sunset, meanwhile, looked at the paper that fell from his pocket earlier.