Time for some Russian-isation,this will be english except for the odd word.
As usual BOLD is the headline.Italics is either thoughts or a background story.
Anyway,for once I have a bio first,let us begin."OPERATION THUNDERSTRIKE".

Dima:Bio.(Human).
Age:19
Height:5.12"
Occupation:Spestnaz. GRU.

Other features:White with slight tan,large muscles upper arm muscles and thin wrists,blue eyes and brownish-reddish hair.

Info.
No last name as he is a orphan,at the age of 16 he joined the Spetsnaz. Currently deployed on a secret mission in southern federal district to supress battalion of airbourne forces as they have rebelled.
Currently enlisted in Spetsnaz GRU.

Operation "THUNDERSTRIKE".
Location:Southern federal district "Ю́жный федера́льный о́круг".
Time:5:34AM.

Sargent Dima.

"Bmp-2s and BTR80s on our left,we also have a MI28 Havoc attacking troops transports in sector 0-1".
"Company of VDV flanking on our behind,we will engage soon".
"We are going to pull out,some cover me!".
The flurry of radios were defaning as Dima threw himself over a wall as a BMP-2s auto cannon blasted the spot where he had previously been. "This is Sargent Dima,GRU,I am under heavy fire,requesting air support".He camly stated into the air waves,but it was already full of support requests.

In the nick of time,Dima flung himself into a burning building as the Apc smashed through the wall he had vaulted and started to unload its cannon at him,it barley missed as he kept running through the building that had been hit by a 122mm rocket by a friendly MI24 attack helicopter. The burly sargent then began to relax as the apc stopped and started to engage a different target.

"Shit,Im getting too old for this".His heavy siberian accent was heard,his lips moved in such a way that he could never smile.
The hells that?,VDV?.
Dima was right to trust his senses,in the collasping building,he had barley heard a squad of enemy airbourne troops enter the logical standards they would have been deployed from the BMP-2 and were searching for him. However to Dima "logic" was complete bullshit,the beatings in the Spetsnaz while he was training was enough to defy logic.

"Rule number one,never be heard".He repeated the first rule that his instructors had taught him. He drew out a large knife,by constarts it was enough to pierce metal. He got down on his kness and prepared to strike while they went past.
"Rule number two,always be aggressive".His breathing slowed and he remained motionless. The VDV troops passed next to him without even noticing.
"RULE NUMBER THREE,ALWAYS BE ON YOUR GUARD!".He shouted at the starteled troops and struck at the most rearward one.
Dima held his prey in a locking position before slitting his throat.

The remaing four men of the squad steadied themselves and drew thier weapons,but Dima was ready. He pulled his knife out of the dead guards throat and threw it into one of the troops chests,his aim was perfect and the man soon drowned in his own blood as the thrown knife punctured his lungs.

The reaming three fired,thier AK47s hipfired madly,in return Dima combat rolled and pulled out his pistol."Think you have the better of me?".He mumered to himself as he pulled the trigger three times,each one a perfect headshot.
The brains of the remaing soldiers were splattered agasint the walls,only a short stump left in thier necks.
"Easy peasy shotgun squeasy"Dima tried to grin as he assessed his situation.

"Trapped inside enemy terriotry,with no way out...check.
BMP-2 currently fucking around...check.
Perfect".He couldnt smile,but the look in his cold eyes did. His ears then pricked as his keen senses picked out the distant but far closing rumble of a tracked veichles engine. "I bet thats the BMP-2".Dima betted before pulling out a grenade from his webbing.

The offending apc then smashed through the building,it almost ran him under but Dima had already climbed onto the turret. Sweating slight he opened the hatch and a the commander of the BMP-2 was decipated by his knife,chucking his grenade Spetsnaz man then prepared to jump before something made him stop. "What the fuck is that?".

A bright light showed up,it looked like a little pony."Niet,I must be going mad".He grunted to himself,wondering what the hell he was doing on the top of a apc that was about to explode.

"Fuck!".He swore as the veichle exploded undernearth him.

Blackness:Dima.
He felt something weird,for a moment he was falling through thousands of metres of air,the next moment he was in the dark.
Dima couldnt see anything,even himself.
"What the fell...I...the fuck?".He uttered before screaming,he had only ever screamed in as much pain when he was shot in the thigh during training so he could know pain...now he felt true pain.

His feet and hands began to mold into hoofs,his face lengenthed.
Dima grew a tail,and wings before falling again.
"THIS IS FUCKING RETARDEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!".

Cloudsdale:Rainbow dash.

The snoring Pegasus was rudely awakened by a screaming foreigen voice."What the...IM COMING!".She screamed as the Rainbow colured pegasus saw a falling pony screaming as it thundered towards the ground. She instantly went into action,her wings were flayed out as she dived after the pony.

Coming in at over mach5 she just saved the other pony from a horraible death as she swopped the pony in her arms. Now known as a male he shouted something in another language. "English please..."Rainbow dash panted as she landed on the floor with him.

"English?".Was the first thing he muttered before getting up and walking away.
"Hey wait!".She shouted after him,infact trying to catch up with the now distant caught up soon enough after using her wings.

"Hey!,dont I deserve thanks?".Rainbow dash half stuttered as she saw the Pegasuses cold eyes,they were colour of the coldest landscape that didnt exist in Equestia anyway.

"Thanks...but I am leaving this crazy fucking country".