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// Meanwhile somewhere in russia... 
// Story: A Wayfinders Guide to Equestria 
// by Ellery Quinn 
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Baba Yaga and Koschevai the deathless were discussing politics by the hearth of Ms Yaga's dancing hut

Baba Yaga sighed. "That Meerak, so progressive, He does not even take time to respect the old ways. You know what I mean Koschevai, you're almost as old as I am, and this young upstart, barely 300 years old gets to be higher rank than you. You were a lich before it was a thing!"

Koschevai, In his ancient russian garb, slowly nodded his skull. "I even had let that little rapscallion borrow my notes on phylactery construction, and this is what I get in return. I've been an evil mastermind for much longer than him! We know what we're doing! "

Baba Yaga replied, "People know who we are from widespread folktales. What does he have? Probably a my little pony fanfiction with him as the antagonist, maybe a dnd campaign in the making. I have a module and prominent place in the lore." 

Baba Yaga  turns toward the reader and speaks to you. "Yes I am speaking to you, reader, not that miserable in-story antagonist, I'm ancient enough to tell when I'm in a story."

Koschevai looked at Baba Yaga. "Don't bother with the author, you do know he's really just transcribing what in happening in a parallel universe.

Baba Yaga sat down again. "You know what, let's launch a coup. As the czar's family fell, I'm sure we can usher in a nicer government." 

Koschevai grinned even wider than his skull usually did. "We will have to get support, though I'm sure it will be easy considering our reputation..."

And Evil Laughter Resounds from the cottage, with the lightning bolt, organ music, and everything...

p.s. The russian villian thing is the spy movie cliche