Inequality is growing, and the world resounds with cries of resentment.

There can be no more hesitation. I must dye the world red with communism without delay...

What's that? Pasta... I don't...

I forgot that Libe's lot were off expeditioning, and cooked up too much pasta, see?

If you'd like, why don't you come have some?

Heeey! Tashkent!

There's plenty more!

Mmmm~ Buon-...no, Вкусно!! Yummy!!

Tashkent's struggle continues!!