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Captain Lion And The Sorceress Angelica

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    Vice-Admiral and Marquis Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko continues to perform numerous feats and adventures. The first is the decisive and epic battle with Morgan. And it is extremely cool. And he is in for some simply amazing adventures and an acquaintance with the sorceress Angelica.
  CAPTAIN LION AND THE SORCERESS ANGELICA
  ANNOTATION
  Vice-Admiral and Marquis Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko continues to perform numerous feats and adventures. The first is the decisive and epic battle with Morgan. And it is extremely cool. And he is in for some simply amazing adventures and an acquaintance with the sorceress Angelica.
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  Here Vice-Admiral Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko led out his numerous pirate fleet with great pomp. Reinforcements arrived from Britain to Jamaica. And from Morgan's side a squadron of both government and pirate ships had also gathered. A serious battle was brewing.
  Pavel-Lev was on his very agile brigantine. And it was distinguished by its swiftness. And how many beautiful, barefoot girls in only a bikini were on it.
  And they run, rush about, flashing their bare, pink heels. What girls are there, and they smell of very expensive and aromatic perfume.
  And here Margarita jumps up like a savage and sings:
  The frosts won't get us,
  It's nice and warm here...
  Roses bloom in the sea,
  And the water is like milk!
  Aurora stamped her bare, chiseled, tanned foot and roared:
  -Come on, get going!
  Natasha chirped, twisting her hips on a thin waist, with very muscular abs like tiles.
  The warrior roared:
  - I'm the coolest in the world!
  In response to Augustine, the red-haired beast squeals:
  - No! I'm the coolest and most beautiful woman in the world!
  The girls just got excited and started jumping up and down like little devils. That was great.
  Margarita is also right there, jumping like a wild goat.
  Here are two naval squadrons approaching each other.
  And the girls are singing something. And they are very beautiful. What else are they thinking about?
  The Lion Captain remembered how he fought in Afghanistan. He had two girls with him: a blonde and a redhead. They fought barefoot. And threw grenades with their nimble feet. And so they knocked out the enemies with great energy and force. And the girls fired machine guns. And mowed down mujahideen in whole ranks. They showed their outstanding class.
  Pavle and two girls Maria and Juliana, they worked hard then. And their triumvirate worked hard. And they killed so many mujahideen.
  If it weren't for Gorbachev, then of course they would have brought socialism and communism to Afghanistan.
  Among the new products of the USSR was a tank with an electric motor. It was really cool weaponry. And it hit the dushmans so hard that they didn't think enough.
  And also running were the girls Maria - a blonde and Yuliana - a redhead. And they are so beautiful, and their legs are tanned, strong, muscular, just lovely girls.
  Well, how can you not love girls? Pavel dreamed about the future. That soon it would be like in a fairy tale where there would be a million eternally young and beautiful girls for every man.
  And how good it will be.
  And how delightful it is to sleep with girls... And in general, the USSR army in Afghanistan is very strong and combative. And what a seductive girl, when barefoot and in a bikini.
  And then such things happened.
  And this is just super...
  Here Pavel Rybachenko remembered another, very cool story. And it was from the comics magazine that his son Oleg Rybachenko wrote.
  They showed the adventures of four very beautiful warriors, who were called ninja. And they had a teacher - a boy of about thirteen or fourteen, very muscular. Moreover, he only looks like a teenager, but in fact he is some kind of pagan god, banished from heaven to Earth. And he is many thousands of years old. So the barefoot boy teaches the ninja girls.
  Well, it's quite funny. Moreover, the boy's bare, pink heels flash as he jumps.
  And here are the girls' opponents. Two large mutants - one with the head of a crocodile, and the other a lion. They are obviously up to something bad. For example, they decided to steal a large diamond from the city treasury. The action takes place at the end of the twentieth century, and people's technology is not that cool yet. And these mutants have laser guns in their hands, and also special radiation that makes the fighters practically invisible.
  And here are two mutants - half-human and half-animal, which makes them unusually strong, and perhaps even fast.
  Here they have penetrated into the hall where the diamond is kept. And how they hit the alarm system and the bulletproof glass. From the laser beam the transparent armor will just burst.
  The crocodile and the lion rushed to the diamond, grabbed it and hid it in a strong bag. Of course, the alarm went off. The police burst into the building.
  But the mutant warriors fired laser guns, and a dozen guards were cut up like blotter paper with scissors. After that, the lion and the crocodile turned on the invisibility field.
  But the four girls are already racing in their racing, flying car to the rescue. Their boy guru usually appears suddenly, and in case of a critical moment, or extreme necessity.
  The girls sing with fury:
  - Too often trouble knocks at the door,
  But it"s not hard to believe in cool girls...
  After all, you just have to call them -
  You don't have to wait long for friends!
  They move very fast in their hovercar.
  One of the girls is Natasha, who has blue hair and is a real technical genius. And, of course, the ninja warriors put on special glasses that allow them to see even with a special field that distorts the movement of photons.
  Corpses of murdered police officers... Yes, it's disgusting. And the collapsed walls of the museum. The mutants from the Y dimension have powerful weapons. But, of course, they are not on their own. They have a boss, who also does not always appear right away.
  The girls block the way for the mutant criminals who are ready to jump into the portal.
  They, of course, open fire with automatic blasters. The girls jump to the side. Although it looks kind of stupid - to manage to dodge a laser that flies at the speed of light.
  But cinema is cinema.
  Here is a girl with yellow hair throwing a broken piece of ceramic with her bare toes. And it hits a laser machine gun, knocking it out of the mutant's hands. And another girl threw a dagger with her bare heel, it flew above the monster's head and hit a pipe. It burst, and the lion was doused with steam. He, too, dropped his machine gun from pain and surprise.
  The girls growled:
  - Fight as equals!
  In response, the mutant with the crocodile's head throws a Mercedes at them. It flies by, and the girls jump higher. And the car flies under their bare feet.
  The girls flash their bare, pink heels and rush headlong to get closer to the mutants. And their muscles roll like balls under their tanned and elastic skin.
  And here he appears - enemy number one, Lord Tyranus in a black combat suit and closed helmet. And that means a serious fight is coming. The girls are, of course, trained. The warrior with red hair remembers how their guru-boy held a candle with the toes of his bare, almost childish feet. And she tried to put it out.
  And flew past, crashing into a stone wall. And now the warrior tries to kick Tyranus in the stomach with her bare heel, but he moves away. And his paw scratches the girl on her bare sole.
  She even gasped in pain.
  Natasha, the girl with blue hair, chirped:
  - The girls are fighting for metal, for metal,
  Satan is in charge there, he is in charge there!
  And also attacked Tyranus. The warrior in black armor put up a block. But the girl, the mutant crocodile tried to hit from the side with a log.
  However, the warrior dodged, and the log crashed into Tyranus.
  He, having received a jab of lethal force, fell down and roared:
  - Idiot!
  The girl with yellow hair added a bare heel to the back of the mutant lion's head and chirped:
  - We are the strongest in the world,
  We'll drown the mutants in the toilet...
  The fatherland does not believe in tears,
  And we'll give Tyranus a good whack on the brain!
  The red-haired girl squealed and brought her knee down on the two-legged lion's chin. And he snapped his teeth. And it turned out to be a pretty lethal hit.
  And so the mutant beast stepped on the laser machine gun, and a destructive beam of unusual power was released. Which hit the polished metal surface, reflected and hit the crocodile right under the tail.
  He roared in wild pain.
  Tyranus, however, jumped up and threw one of the ninja girls over himself. She crashed into the brickwork, scattering the items in all directions. Now that was some aggressive fighting. The girl in the bikini was slightly scratched, and there were bruises on her bronze skin.
  She immediately jumped up and did a spin. And then Tyranus got hit under the shoulder blade and fell.
  Everything would be fine, but a couple of combat robots jumped out of the portal. And they had blasters in their hands.
  Natasha threw a small, thin, round disk at the robot and barely managed to dodge a blaster shot. The disk hit the robot in the eye and caused a short circuit, causing it to become covered in a web of lightning.
  The girl with white hair stood on her hands. And her bare, graceful foot threw a pea with explosives.
  It landed in the large robot's cybernetic mouth. And how it exploded. A pair of the cybernetic organism's limbs described an arc and one struck the lion, and the other the crocodile. And so successfully. Right on the back of the head. And both mutant thugs passed out dead.
  True, Tyranus managed to kick the yellow-haired ninja girl in the side of the body.
  And she flew away further, and turned over several times in flight. Then, it is true, she rose, but somewhat heavily.
  Tyranus growled: - Meow and Woof, let's fight. But both mutants - the lion and the crocodile with the bodies of athletes, continued to lie motionless. And their mighty torsos swayed.
  Natasha answered with a smile:
  - Now you are alone, and there are four of us! Finally, you will be finished.
  Tyranus roared:
  - Four against one, that's not fair! And ninja girls fight exclusively fairly.
  The red-haired ninja girl muttered:
  - Is this what you're betting on? Are you honest yourself?
  The warrior in black armor noted:
  - But I am a villain, and you, positive heroines! Are the methods of good proportionate to the means of achieving the goal of evil?
  Natasha nodded in agreement:
  - He's right! I'll fight him one on one!
  The red-haired ninja girl countered:
  - No! I'd rather fight him one on one!
  The white-haired ninja girl squeaked:
  - And why are you like that? Maybe I'm even better and cooler than you!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl suggested:
  - Maybe we should draw lots? Or maybe we should have a counting rhyme?
  Natasha nodded and asked:
  - Stone or brick?
  At that moment, a flash flared. And the boy guru himself appeared. He was wearing only shorts with a very muscular and sculpted torso, but he looked no more than thirteen years old. His hair was light with a fashionable boyish haircut. The boy-demiurge angrily stamped his bare, tanned, strong foot, so that the asphalt cracked, and said in a ringing voice:
  - No! We have a long-standing score to settle! We'll fight one on one - us, like classic good and evil!
  Tyranus nodded with a smile, his black mask stretched:
  - Excellent! It will be a very interesting fight!
  Natasha with blue hair said with disappointment:
  - You are right, as always, sensei! But what remains for us?
  The boy guru replied:
  - And you take care of them!
  And he pointed with the finger of his right hand at the still open portal from which the enemy's combat robots were emerging.
  The red-haired ninja girl noted:
  - Well, now everything is fair! And the warrior girls fight with dignity.
  And all four girls took and pulled out from the belts on their hips small peas with powerful explosives. Robots were pouring out of the portal, and they had blasters in their hands. Give them free rein, and they could enslave, or destroy, or maybe both at the same time, the earth!
  And so the beauties took and with the bare toes of their nimble feet threw these peas. They flew along an arc and hit four advanced robots right in the neck. And how after that it took off.
  The heads of the cyborgs were torn off. One hit the robot walking behind, and it short-circuited.
  Meanwhile, the boy guru and his opponent, all in black armor, stood opposite each other.
  Barefoot, with a naked, very sculpted torso, the child sensei seemed like a frivolous opponent against the background of a large fighter. Tyranus is half-human and half-demon. And also capable of much.
  So, to begin with, he took and released lightning bolts of power from his long, black, gloved fingers. They flared up like a corona discharge in an electrical network.
  The boy fighter raised his bare foot, and the lightning bolts of power suddenly died out, and it was as if the discharge went under the asphalt.
  The young warrior nodded:
  - Do you want a response?
  Tyranus drew his glowing blade, glowing poppy-red, and replied:
  - Let a sword fight decide who is right and who is wrong!
  The boy guru responded by drawing his own sword, which glowed blue, and said with a smile:
  - A sword fight will not determine who is right. It will only show who is more technical, agile and smart!
  Tyranus made the first lunge. He performed a triple fan. And the red sword described an arc over the bright, beautiful head of the boy-sensei. In response, the young demiurge jumped and scratched the enemy's armor with his blue sword and deftly dodged the counter-lunge.
  The armor on Tyranus began to smoke and a streak ran across it.
  He muttered:
  - Not bad, kid!
  The boy guru laughed and remarked:
  - I remember wandering barefoot through the desert of Egypt when there were no pyramids there yet!
  Tyranus tried to attack again, but the boy jumped over the sword beam and kicked the black-armored warrior in the chin with his bare heel. The blow sent him reeling and falling to one knee.
  Meanwhile, the ninja girls were fighting the robots. They were throwing deadly peas of death at the enemy with their bare toes, their very agile, monkey-like feet. And these gifts of annihilation hit the alien metal enemy and tore them apart, causing detonation.
  And the machines were torn apart. In response, beams were released that glowed green and yellow. But the ninja warriors bounced off them, flashing their bare, tanned, chiseled and surprisingly agile feet.
  Natasha slightly changed her tactics in the fight and threw the pea with explosives higher. It described an arc and hit the roof. It fell down and rammed the advancing robots, two dozen at once.
  But then a boarding tank crawled out of the portal. And you can't just take it with a pea and explosives.
  The boy guru continued to fight Tyranus. He had already hit him with his lightsaber several times, without receiving a scratch himself. However, the evil warrior was saved from serious trouble by his black armor.
  The boy noted:
  - You have a good gunsmith!
  Tyranus nodded:
  - The dwarf made this armor!
  The young guru chuckled and sang:
  - We can literally conquer everything,
  Break any army by playing...
  Let the thread of our life not be broken,
  We will not become a brainless parrot!
  The fight between the two great masters continued. The boy was fast and small, and his flexible body was extremely agile. The muscles of the young warrior rolled and flowed like ripples on a raging sea.
  And he was an order of magnitude faster than Tyranus.
  The ninja girls tried to somehow hold back the giant robot. Peas of explosives trivially bounced off the armor that covered the giant tank and robot in one bottle. At first, it crawled out like a tank, barely squeezing through the portal. And then it rose to its full height, and lethal force appeared.
  The girls barely had time to dodge the laser shots of a similar, powerful robot with guns.
  And then Natasha noted with a smile, smacking her lips:
  - Yes! This is another surprise from Hyperbrain! Tyranus himself would never have thought of this!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl took and threw a dagger, trying to hit the rollers. But the weapon bounced off the armor, failing to wedge itself in.
  The warrior sang:
  Ah, the tank's armor is reliable,
  From someone who intends to bite...
  But she won't break me,
  A ninja girl can always fight!
  The girl with white hair turned to Natasha:
  - Well, do something.
  The girl with blue hair asked:
  - Is this what you want?
  In response, there was an eloquent laugh. Then Natasha took a device the size of a matchbox from her belt. And with her bare toes she tuned it to a certain wave, trying to select the necessary and lethal radiation. But she had to jump back, because the huge terminator took and struck with a lethal lightning bolt. It made a crater in the asphalt, and a deep one at that.
  Natasha clicked her bare heels and sang:
  - War is always cool,
  Spring is raging in the sky...
  I believe the years will pass by,
  But we are young forever!
  And after that, she sent a wave with a virus-worm into the huge terminator. And this rattly electric boa constrictor went into the circuits of the huge robot-terminator, and it really started shaking.
  And the boy guru and Tyranus continued to fight, and their lightsabers continued to flash and glow with bright flames.
  The young warrior was finally able to put real effort into the strike, and his lightsaber severed the black warrior's hand.
  Then he cried out:
  - Damn, that hurts!
  The boy guru chuckled and noted:
  - You are more likely the devil! And I am an angel!
  Tyranus chuckled and remarked:
  - But you wouldn't kill an unarmed man, would you?
  The young warrior nodded:
  - Surrender! We will judge you, punish you and pardon you!
  The black warrior raised his left hand and suddenly, suddenly, threw a pea. A miniature atomic bomb flared up. And Tyranus disappeared.
  The boy guru whistled:
  - It's always like this! And how does he do it?
  Suddenly, from behind, there was a voice:
  - Take it!
  The young warrior barely managed to jump back. The crocodile and the lion were shooting at him. And the beams pierced the robot that had jumped out to meet them. It detonated and exploded. And fragments flew in all directions. One of them hit the boy guru on the bare heel. And he gasped.
  But then the young warrior turned around and sang:
  - We will boldly go into battle,
  To the ninja cause...
  We will defeat all our enemies,
  In the name of life!
  And then the boy fighter kicked the mutant lion in the temple with his bare heel, and he fell down as if he had been mown down.
  The crocodile opponent swung a piece of rail and wanted to hit the boy, but he hit himself on the knee and fell. The boy guru hit him on the back of the head with his knee and noted:
  - You've been standing in my way for too long!
  Natasha, who sent another mutant to the scrap yard with a pea containing explosives, corrected:
  - On our way!
  And the warriors grabbed the two stunned beast-bandits by the arms.
  The boy guru noted:
  - If we hand them over to the police, then Tyranus with his technology and robots will break down any prison and free them:
  The white-haired ninja girl suggested:
  - Let's set a trap for the black lord. He'll rush to rescue the mutants, and then we'll catch him!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl noted:
  - This idea is not bad at all! But here's the catch, won't Tyranus sense a catch?
  The red-haired ninja girl noted:
  - There's another problem here. The police might get confused if you stick mutants at them. Indeed, animals are kept in zoos, not prisons!
  Natasha chirped:
  Animals, get ready for school,
  The cockerel crowed long ago...
  No matter how hard you try,
  Don't kick, don't bite,
  It won't help anyway!
  The boy guru declared decisively:
  - Maybe it would be better to throw them back to Tyranus?
  Natasha shrugged:
  - And what is this for? We spent so much time with them!
  The young warrior noted:
  - Because these cretins are our old acquaintances, whom we constantly beat. And so, Hyperbrain can create mutants much smarter and more agile!
  The ninja girls burst out laughing and chirped:
  - I believe that people don"t say goodbye to a fairy tale,
  And they will remain true friends forever!
  After which, they took and with their bare, graceful, tanned, muscular legs, as if woven from steel wire, they kicked two large mutant beasts, and they flew along a tangent trajectory and fluttered into the portal.
  After which, the glow stopped. Five warriors: four girls and a boy, looked around.
  The girl with red hair noticed:
  - We should...
  The white-haired ninja girl asked again:
  - What, should we?
  She replied:
  - Eat some chocolate ice cream! It's both delicious and angry!
  The girls and the boy guru moved down the street. And they began to sing with joy and delight:
  Sword of light, progress
  We will bring love...
  Even though the world is full of stress,
  Let's save the planet!
  
  Let the fate be terrible -
  Evil death has come...
  Die not in vain,
  After all, our Motherland is alive!
  Then the boy guru suddenly remembered:
  - But we forgot the most important thing - to return the stolen diamond!
  Natasha squeaked:
  - Yes, this is indeed our miscalculation! How could we screw up like that?
  The girl with red hair suggested:
  - Maybe we should just take off and rush into another dimension?
  The white-haired ninja girl objected:
  - No! It requires too much energy. Let's find out why they need this diamond.
  The boy guru nodded:
  - Yes! They didn't just steal it. And they won't cut it into pieces to sell it. Most likely, Tyranus will want to use it as a focusing lens for a powerful weapon.
  Natasha suggested:
  - Let's then take and make our own trick to deliver a preemptive strike against the enemy!
  The white-haired ninja girl giggled and remarked:
  - An artificial diamond is not suitable as a focuser. Only a natural one should be used. Right?
  The boy guru nodded:
  - Of course! Otherwise, why would Tyranus steal the natural one, it's easier to make your own, artificial one.
  Natasha suggested:
  - There is only one other place in the world where a diamond like this is kept. That's where we should go!
  The red-haired ninja girl remarked:
  - There's serious security there. So what, we're going to chop them all into pieces?
  The boy guru objected:
  - No! This won't do. We can't stoop to robbery. We are the bright part of the force!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl chirped:
  - We are capable of good,
  Breaking the Evil Spell...
  But of course, anyway,
  That the diamond size is small!
  The white-haired ninja girl suggested:
  - Let's ask for that diamond for a while then. Well, I think a day will be enough for us?
  . CHAPTER #2
  The boy guru jumped up and suggested:
  - Another option is possible. We'll suggest holding a competition for the coolest superman hero, and the winner will get the right to wear a jewel around his neck for a whole week. That way, we'll be able to do good deeds and get a diamond without stooping to a banal robbery!
  Natasha doubted:
  - And would they agree to hold a competition for such a thing? And to trust a stranger to carry the stone for a whole week, risking that it would wash off?
  The young warrior noted:
  - Well, first of all, who else can you not trust more than the main hero-superman. And secondly, the gangs in Tokyo are now no less rampant than in New York, and they will only be glad of the idea of cleaning out the Augean stables!
  The white-haired ninja girl noted:
  - That's logical! We really should try it! Moreover, Tokyo is the largest city in the world, and it's interesting to see what it looks like now!
  Natasha chirped:
  - The world is afraid to respect us,
  The girls' exploits are countless,
  Ninjas, as always, know how to fight,
  Winter will end - spring will come!
  The boy guru said with a smile:
  - Recently such a cool thing as the Internet appeared, and through it we will send our idea!
  The red-haired ninja girl suggested:
  - Let's then, to make our souls feel better, take it and have some real mischief!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl countered:
  - We catch hooligans, we don"t commit hooligans ourselves!
  The white-haired ninja girl chirped:
  - Doing something that is completely unacceptable,
  It's sweeter than even ice cream!
  The boy sensei nodded and said:
  - I have a special modem, we"ll send it directly through it now!
  And he began to dial numbers.
  At that moment the portal opened again. A small but very mobile tank jumped out. Instead of a gun barrel, it had two long swords spinning around.
  Natasha whistled:
  - Fencing tanks are not effective, but they are spectacular!
  The boy guru made a funny face and sang:
  - Three tankers drank three hundred each,
  And then we drank a hundred!
  They beat up the artilleryman,
  Because a tank is nothing in battle!
  A white-haired ninja girl took and threw a pea at the fencing tank. It flew past, but the machine's sword hit the pea. And there was an explosion. And the tip didn't even scratch anything, and the explosion dispersed.
  Natasha noted with a smile that shone like the headlights of a car on a dark night:
  - Wow! He's not that simple!
  The boy guru picked up with his bare toes a fragment of a laser machine gun bayonet from a destroyed robot that was lying on the road.
  And he launched it with a kick along the trajectory. It flew past and hit a beer barrel. The impact caused the barrel to flip over and splash foamy liquid onto the fencing tank. As a result, a lethal short circuit occurred.
  The car was doused with a foamy wave, lightning flashed, entangling it in a web. And the alloy steel swords curled up into a tube.
  The boy guru squeaked:
  - One, two, three - wipe the spotlights,
  Four, eight, five - kill the evil orcs!
  Natasha noted:
  - You are truly great, sensei!
  The young warrior objected:
  - No! We are all great and insignificant in our own way!
  Natasha sang:
  What a person can never curb,
  His desire to become the Almighty Almighty...
  So that the Earth rules the universe,
  You are the ruler-demiurge over the world of existence!
  The white haired ninja girl noted:
  - Yes, these songs are just lovely! And here you can't argue with the fact that man is developing by leaps and bounds!
  The red-haired ninja girl replied:
  - And what are seven miles, compared to space parsecs? Agree - a pittance!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl sang:
  Earth in the porthole, earth in the porthole,
  The earth is visible through the porthole...
  How a son grieves for his mother, how a son grieves for his mother,
  We are sad about the earth, it is alone!
  And the stars, nevertheless,
  And the stars, nevertheless,
  A little closer, but still cold,
  And like the hours of the eclipse, and like the hours of the eclipse,
  We wait for the light and see earthly dreams!
  Natasha giggled and objected:
  - I'm already fed up with this planet, Earth! I want to move to the Y dimension. And have a good row there!
  The boy guru smiled and replied:
  - I've been to so many planets and dimensions. And I've seen things that can literally blow your mind off your hinges. So there are a lot of interesting places in the universe!
  The red-haired ninja girl noted:
  Of a thousand planets,
  There is no such green one...
  Of a thousand planets -
  There is no such favorite!
  Natasha noted with a grin:
  - But you must admit, it is much more interesting when, for example, you find yourself in a world where instead of oxygen the most important element is fluorine. And in this case, evolution should go even faster!
  The boy guru nodded:
  - There are such worlds, although rare. But you can only move there in a combat suit, or under the cover of a strong force field!
  The portal opened again. Another robot jumped out, looking like a rabbit. And very jumpy! How it jumped and turned over, releasing a fiery pulsar from its mouth!
  The white-haired ninja girl chirped:
  - Magic rabbit,
  Draws a zero!
  The boy guru asked the girls:
  - We'll either kill him or let him live!
  Natasha noted with a chuckle:
  - What a funny bunny! But what can I do to make him good?
  The jumping robot rabbit suddenly made a long jump and was transported to another street. And there were already cars from the end of the twentieth century racing around - also quite decent and fast, in different colors.
  The ninja girls and the guru boy ran after him. They climbed through the houses to take shortcuts. And their bare, clinging toes clung to the walls and cornices, and allowed them to move through the structures.
  The white haired ninja girl noted:
  - Well, indeed, the wise men say, if the wolves are full and the sheep are safe, it means the number of hares has decreased!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl noted:
  - How are rabbits different from hares?
  The red-haired ninja girl suggested:
  - Hares are leaner, more athletic and have less fat!
  Natasha sang:
  But if you have the heart of a hare,
  Even if the wings are behind your back...
  Don't even try to fly higher.
  Steel wings will bury you!
  Here they jumped to the next street. The robot rabbit caused a real traffic jam of cars. And it even really came to collisions. And then the electronic creature, as if it took and blazed with fire from its mouth. And with its donkey ears, as if it twirled. Now this, really, turned out to be very cool and awesome.
  Natasha took and threw a destructive pea with explosives, which the warriors themselves made according to the recipes of their guru, at the robot rabbit with her bare, sharpened foot.
  But the robot rabbit waved its long, wide ears, and the pea flew back. And it almost killed Natasha and her comrades, tearing under their bare feet with pink, round heels.
  The boy guru noted:
  - Wow! It turns out we have a problem!
  Natasha sang:
  Even though we can"t solve all the problems,
  Not all problems can be solved...
  But everyone will become happier,
  Everyone will have more fun!
  The ninja girl grinned and took and tried to cover the robot rabbit with a throw of a deadly dagger. And it flew by like a meteor. But again the advanced robot's ears flapped, and the weapon flew back. And now Natasha had to run away and dodge. But she managed to survive and sang:
  Hell hare in the face of death,
  The victim awaits at midnight...
  I believe we will have immortality,
  And the rabbit will get it in the eye!
  The boy guru suggested:
  - What if we use our ancient but effective method of fighting especially advanced robots?
  Natasha asked with a smile:
  - What do you mean?
  The young warrior suggested:
  - Just go and whistle!
  The red-haired ninja girl said:
  - Then let's do it all at once!
  The girls and the boy stuck their bare toes in their mouths and whistled. And several large city crows lost consciousness from shock and, having fainted, rushed down. And their striking beaks, as if they took and rammed the rabbit. It immediately became entangled in a web, sparked and exploded. Moreover, in flight, the fragments of the rabbit-terminator turned into delicious and sweet chocolates.
  The boy guru sang, picking up the delicious candy with his bare foot:
  - I'm a chocolate bunny,
  I'm a gentle bastard...
  I'm sweet as can be,
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
  I am a chocolate bunny,
  And touching your lips,
  I melt so easily,
  Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!
  After which, he bit off a small part. And immediately spat it out, something very real flared up in the boy's throat. And a very burning and aggressive fire.
  Natasha noted:
  - Don't shove every treat into your mouth like a little boy!
  The white-haired ninja girl sang:
  Of course they're finti-plyushkins,
  Not at all like the Pushkins...
  But still, they were able to create a masterpiece,
  And you are a guru boy - don't hesitate!
  The girls began to pull people out of the damaged cars. And then they tried to treat them.
  The most effective way to speed up the healing of wounds is to put the bare sole of a girl's foot to the face of the injured person and have him kiss it.
  Then a very colossal and powerful energy of healing, joy and energy of healing magic is transmitted.
  The boy guru did the same, sticking his bare feet out for kisses, choosing representatives of the fair sex.
  And at the same time, he sang through his nose:
  Girls, girls, girls,
  Don't stand on the sidelines like a coward...
  Or better yet, do things,
  May your homeland flourish!
  Yes, the work here became interesting - they took on the role of doctors. And a helicopter appeared in the sky. TV presenter Veprin o Neil was flying on it. She was a beautiful girl, but of course, in a fight she was far from a ninja.
  However, the girls have already saved and rescued her several times.
  Natasha waved her hand and sang:
  The stupid talk about stress,
  Stress, as if by magic...
  They will make an interesting film for you,
  In an hour or two!
  Veprin squeaked and yelled:
  - Hello, fighters! I see you've become so cool! And you've already started charging with magic powers.
  The boy guru noted:
  - Sometimes it is harder to resurrect one than to kill a million, or rather, not even sometimes, but almost always!
  The girl journalist, when the helicopter landed, jumped off and ran up to the young warrior. She kissed him on the lips and said:
  Young in body and soul,
  Boy, you're completely barefoot...
  But in terms of intelligence, you can consider yourself a giant,
  It's true what people say!
  The boy guru sang in response:
  What people say,
  We care,
  There will be a strong result -
  If you hit decently!
  That's how Captain Lion can compose with power and scope. He's a super fighter.
  And on the way to the battle with Morgan, you can take something else interesting and remember.
  Alena and her crew on her IS-7 tank have already received numerous hits.
  But the girls' lethal gun worked.
  Here's another howitzer that's turned over.
  Anyuta noted, moving her bare, chiseled feet:
  - This is our aggressive passage!
  Redhead Alla noted:
  - It's good that our armor is thick and sloped. Otherwise it would be crap!
  Maria gurgled:
  - The samurai are fighting like crazy! Tomorrow is March 1st, and we have barely made any progress. And that's annoying!
  Olympiada hissed, singing:
  Here is the first thawed patch,
  In my dream I see Stalin...
  And littered with corpses,
  My native Rus'!
  Alenka giggled and remarked:
  - Your song is without optimism! Let's sing something more cheerful and lively!
  And the Komsomol girls on the tank began to sing in unison, while continuing to fire with the help of their bare toes and not forgetting to also use the scarlet nipples of their breasts;
  
  
  
  I am the strongest girl in the world,
  Which was born in purity...
  There is no one more beautiful than me on the planet-
  We will prosper everywhere!
    
  May Russia be glorified as the most wonderful of all,
  The country that conquered the whole world...
  Let it immediately become more interesting for people,
  Any warrior is a true idol!
    
  I will defend the holy country,
  Where our ancestors are, believe me most strongly...
  People recognize the barefoot girl,
  She is an eagle, not a sparrow!
    
  In my past life I was a Komsomol member,
  She fought so bravely, crushing the fascists...
  And the girl had such a ringing voice,
  And a bright, airy soul!
    
  I fought near Moscow very bravely,
  The girl was barefoot in the frost...
  And my pressure is considered so powerful,
  I broke Fritz's face with my fist!
    
  In the glory of Jesus our banner,
  And also the greatest God Svarog...
  Forever the most holy Lada is with us,
  And the brightest White God in the world!
    
  We are people who were born in the light of the sun,
  Yarilo inspired us to a feat...
  And the girls' song flows loudly,
  Look, the cherub spreads his wings!
    
  I shot accurately from the machine gun,
  She threw a present with her bare foot...
  I threw my net at the fascist,
  The girl looks a little old!
    
  I am considered a warrior from God,
  Created a world in which beauty...
  In the name of the greatest Svarog,
  Beauty is growing in the soul of a beauty!
    
  We defended the Kremlin from the fascists,
  We were able to kill everyone practically at once...
  No, the girl won't be demobilized,
  And we hit the Fritzes right in the eye!
    
  In the name of the eternal glory of communism,
  I was a Komsomol member who fought barefoot...
  We will destroy the flocks of fascism,
  So that steel does not succumb to the enemies of Rus'!
    
  Girls fought at Stalingrad,
  Their nipples are as red as rubies...
  We'll see communism soon,
  Without knowing sadness and melancholy!
    
  We are the best girls in the Fatherland,
  I am a Komsomol member, almost naked...
  But she destroyed the Reich with a machine gun,
  That the Germans didn"t get into our company!
    
  In the name of the most radiant Russia,
  I believe everything will be very good...
  Great Jesus believe mission,
  Although the chisel of the shells is knocking!
    
  In the name of our great Motherland,
  We will run away from the evil fascists...
  Let us stop the flocks of the wild horde,
  Even in a furious attack, an evil thief!
    
  Let the name of Jesus shine like the sun,
  May Mother Mary give great paradise...
  For Lada the Almighty we are children,
  And you fight boldly and dare!
    
  In the name of our great Motherland,
  What communism has given everywhere...
  I see the faces of saints shining from the icons,
  In one United Family of the Lord!
    
  In the name of the almighty Svarog,
  Savior Christ the Most High...
  We must be like God Rod,
  On all the Infinite Creator!
    
  Let Rus' raise its banner above itself,
  We will become stronger and wiser than everyone else...
  Even if Genghis Khan attacks with great force,
  But we girls are still smarter!
    
  So I tell you people, go ahead,
  Serve the Russian Gods who are faithful to us...
  And save the souls of Russians in battle,
  Although the hellish swarm strikes!
    
  We will win, I know it for sure,
  We will be able to defeat all the fascists...
  Cain will not crush the fighters of the Fatherland,
  And with a menacing roar the bear will live!
    
  We will do everything very well,
  We will defeat all the Fritz and Mongols...
  After all, fighting with girls is dangerous,
  The people of Russia are known to be invincible!
    
  We will all show our menacing grins,
  We will break Genghis Khan's horns...
  In the name of the endless glory of the Family,
  May your destiny be very bright!
    
  Yes, we girls will fight beautifully,
  We will show you the highest class in the world...
  I am a warrior, and my soul is not a clown...
  And God will reward Christ for his victories!
    
  We will defeat the tumens of Genghis Khan,
  There will be girls in battle on Kalka...
  Can't resist the hellish blow,
  I love Jesus and Stalin!
    
  So I will chop up enemies without counting, believe me,
  I can defeat them like gnats...
  Believe me, we have tough work,
  Even though life is as fragile as a silk thread!
    
  In the name of Lada, the Most Holy Mary,
  What youth and love gave...
  We girls are completely barefoot,
  Let's trample the enemy into mud and blood!
    
  Christ will come and the dead will rise,
  Perun, Yarilo, White God, Svarog...
  They are one, know people honestly,
  And above the universe is the Almighty Rod!
    
  In short, our happiness will be eternal,
  Beautiful and wonderful for centuries...
  And heaven and earth are in mighty power,
  And immortality and youth forever!
  After which a 150-mm howitzer hit the turret right in the butt. The IS-7 jammed, and the warriors had to turn the tank around and go for repairs.
  Otherwise, you see, they will completely cut it to pieces. In general, Stalin's bet on a blitzkrieg against Japan failed. The battles became protracted and fierce.
  Meanwhile, the Japanese continued to steer and pedal.
  Pavel Rybachenko, this great warrior, remembered another story of Russia"s war against the Taliban and this is also interesting.
  Natasha fired a burst from her machine gun, cutting down the Taliban fighters. Then she threw a lethal grenade with her bare toes. She tore the mujahideen apart and sang:
  - We are peaceful people, but our armored train,
  Managed to accelerate to the red limits!
  We will fight for a brighter tomorrow!
  Let's kiss!
  And the warrior laughed out loud. I must say, she is so energetic.
  Zoya, who was firing from a machine gun and mowing down dozens of dushmans, also rattled:
  - The future is ours,
  We will show the highest class!
  And with her bare toes she throws a murderous present of annihilation. That's what she is, let's say - a militant and aggressive woman. In whom there is so much energy and strength.
  Augustina chirped, with great spiritual force, and her copper-red hair flew up as if a real comet was blazing. The girl went and chirped aggressively:
  - Glory to our Motherland,
  You are above all countries...
  We are worthy of the order,
  Crush the Taliban!
  And the girl also took it and with her bare toes, her graceful, tanned feet, threw a murderous gift of death. That's how aggressive, tough and barefoot girls turned out to be here.
  And Svetlana is also in battle. And she is firing machine guns with great, deadly force. She is a warrior at her best. She shoots accurately and precisely.
  And her hair is like white, fresh snow. And her bare toes throw gifts of annihilation with the murderous power.
  Svetlana sang with a smile:
  - And he steers the boat,
  Through the rain and fog...
  Cruel and treacherous -
  Taliban fighter!
  These are the kind of girls who can move mountains. And they can fight very beautifully. And they bare their teeth, which sparkle like pearls.
  These are beauties. And here Natasha exposed the scarlet nipple of her breast and pressed the button of the bazooka with it, destroying and tearing apart the Taliban.
  This was truly an aggressive and combative performance.
  And in the sky, stormtroopers are fighting. There are very beautiful girls sitting on them.
  Albina pressed the joystick button with her bare toes, sending a deadly bolt of death, and cooed:
  - The girls fly like eagles,
  We will be able to capture the capital in battle!
  This is what she is, let's say, a charming blonde.
  And Alvina, another blonde girl in a bikini, continues to fight. Here she presses a button with her strawberry nipple, and a rocket of colossal destructive power flies out. And it hits the Taliban troops.
  These girls just went and got going. They are, let's say, very aggressive and warlike.
  Of course, girls also fight on tanks. The fair sex is at its best here too. And they are, of course, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Such wonderful thieves, so to speak, that no one can cope with them. Once they get going, they won't stop.
  . CHAPTER #3.
  Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko had a dream like this.
  Eltul, the demiurge-elf, who received the omnipotence of the Creator God in this universe, suddenly wanted to visit other worlds created by him. After all, he is the master of time. And that means that no one will even notice the movement of the color elf. It won't even take a blink of an eye.
  That's how much time the warrior who became a great demiurge spent on Earth, carrying out a special mission. Ten years of color elves and much more of earthly ones. Almost two-fifths of his life turned out to be connected with the planet of people. He found Brezhnev still crumbling and stayed until the big, bloody mess in Ukraine.
  For what, that's another question. In any case, Eltul felt half human. For a color elf, he was still practically a teenager, and by human standards, an aksakal - he would soon be a century old.
  But Eltul's thinking, due to the special mentality of a warlike, cosmic race, is typical of an overdeveloped teenager. Although a good guy, a genius.
  Here, for example, is the creation of universes that duplicate the human universe, and the promotion of various options for the development of civilization. God the Creator can do anything. Eltul managed to conquer such power in this universe. So...
  The most interesting variant of Russia's development: without False Dmitry, the impostor tsar. Let's try the variant of running this historical path.
  According to Pushkin, Grishka Otrepiev was almost caught on the border with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. Of course, it's a pity that such a colorful personality will be removed from history, but a potter can knead clay in his own way.
  Eltul did not change his previous appearance, as he appeared before Danka. Only his clothes became simple, peasant. Shirt, patched pants tied with a rope. In general, that's all. An ordinary boy with wavy, light hair, very handsome, but in appearance a man of Slavic appearance. Does not arouse suspicion, although perhaps not the best appearance - they can take him for a runaway naked man.
  Although if you are the real Lord God, then it is stupid for you to be afraid of your creations.
  Before crossing the border, Otrepyev Eltul decided to walk to the village where he was looking for shelter. To feel the unique aroma of the virgin nature of the early sixteenth century.
  Late autumn, the trees are already bare, covered with frost. The first, still shallow snowdrifts.
  After the hot sand of the desert, the boy's rough soles are pleased to feel the coolness of the soft November snow. To leave bare, graceful footprints, to inhale the scent of the forest, without the heavy admixtures of progress.
  Eltul rolled several snowballs and hit the tree trunks accurately. A white lump hits and a circle appears on the black tree trunk. Bravo!
  The flower elf deftly hit the grey crow, causing the nasty bird to lose feathers, scuttling away from the mischievous demiurge in flight.
  Eltul took off his linen, patched shirt and, choosing a snowdrift deeper, sank into it.
  The cold tears at the skin and this contrast is pleasant and makes you want to laugh. And who should the time traveler be ashamed of? So he cackles at the top of his lungs.
  It's nice to dance like this in the snow.
  Eltul is not afraid of colds, because his body is much better than that of ordinary people. Maybe for someone running barefoot in the snow is torture, but not for the elf-demiurge.
  But jumping alone quickly gets boring, and the boy-creator rushes to the village. There, maybe he will find new friends.
  At the beginning of the sixteenth century, people are a little smaller than modern ones, and Eltul does not seem like a boy of thirteen, fourteen at most, as he would seem in the modern, accelerated twenty-first century.
  Here he is already considered a grown-up young man and the children making a snow woman seem too small. The fields, however, are already covered with snow, the harvest is over and the children have some free time. Those who do not work part-time in the few workshops or manufactories can have some fun after the working days of the warm season. But the older children usually do some kind of work. For example, they build fortifications, the border is nearby, you need to be on your guard.
  Tsar Boris Godunov was generally a fan of defensive strategy. All these spur lines, abatis, large fortresses, forts. Intensive work is in full swing on them, especially in the cold season and at night.
  Eltul, wanting to find older guys who were more suitable for games, came across just such a construction site.
  The already grown-up but still beardless boys worked separately from the rest. Apparently they were considered more resilient and were driven harder. The young men worked like slaves fulfilling the royal duty for food, and at best a zipun. For the most part, the boys, dressed in bast shoes and rags, laid large boulders or dug deep ditches.
  Eltul looked like a beggar, but he looked quite healthy, so when the clerk saw him he shouted sternly:
  - And put this runaway scoundrel to work!
  The elf-demiurge did not resist. It was getting darker anyway, the work would soon be over, and then it would be possible to leave. It would even be interesting to work with everyone for a while.
  The guys met him silently, even somewhat indifferently. Maybe because of fatigue, but what do they care about a poor tramp? The creator of the universe received a working tool in his hands and joined the work. His back was burned by a blow of a whip, but the flower elf did not even look back. This blow was just for acquaintance, but strong, even cut the shirt, but did not leave a mark on the tanned, and very elastic skin of the demiurge.
  Vigorously waving his shovel, Eltul recalled how he first found himself on Earth. The times of stagnation, as Soviet citizens called them. An abundance of red flags and banners, portraits of Politburo members. Rallies, party meetings, oaths! The famous 1980 Olympics were just approaching. But there was still time to look around and take a closer look.
  The young elf Eltul looked like a boy in his natural form, and when performing the task, he was only slightly adjusted to look like an earthling. Especially it was necessary to change the bud-like ears and hair in the form of multi-colored petals. But in other respects, they, the color elves, are so similar to people - except that they do not age outwardly, that the conclusion suggests itself about the presence of common roots.
  Eltul really didn't like the old men and women, for the pretty color elves who value beauty, they offended the aesthetic sense.
  But at the same time they still dare to lecture much more advanced and literate youth.
  The color elf himself has encountered this more than once, and this is how he took and blew the old woman's brains out. True, this is also a way to complete a special task, but a very rough one. You can do it much more gently, for example, smash a shop window with a cobblestone or steal a bicycle...
  Eltul did not want to remember his arrest and stay in a juvenile colony. He decided to speed up time and d...
  Here the work is finished and the boys are herded into the barracks. But the creator-demiurge has nothing to do there. A small stroke and a gentle voice calls Eltul.
  - What a handsome young man. Follow me.
  The local centurion's wife calls Eltul. A plump woman, not yet out of her freshness, plump and rosy. The other guys chuckle. A whisper sounds:
  - That was a treat for the brat.
  Eltul turns to them and shakes his finger:
  - If you want happiness in life, pray to your saint!
  She devours the handsome young man with her eyes, after all, elves have their own special charm that allows them to pick up any woman.
  And it's not just about beauty, although the color elves are like picture angels, but also about the special charm of the race, the ability to make eyes and flash humor. In any case, there is no need to use the abilities of a God.
  Although the sixteenth century is harsh, wives have always cheated. The young demiurge took the centurion's wife by the arm with a smile. So, trembling with excitement, Eltulya asks:
  - Aren"t you cold, barefoot, child?
  The young demiurge giggles in response:
  - No! I even like the cold!
  The plump woman says languidly:
  - I'll give you some morocco boots and dress you up like a nobleman.
  Eltul chuckles indulgently. Well, there is a certain charm to feel like a gigolo, or more precisely a male prostitute. Here you are, in rags, barefoot in the snow, like the last beggar, hugging a woman in a beaver coat and pearl beads (the husband got rich by trading and letting contraband in one direction or another!).
  Right there in the hallway they gave free rein to their feelings. Eltul, despite a hundred years of experience, felt like a young virgin. He was thrown into a fever, then into a squirt, and his young, improved flesh could not be sated.
  So much pleasure and passion on both sides, lustful moans and caresses. The woman, being still in her simple body, was the first to be exhausted by bliss, and Eltul carried her in his arms into the bedroom and laid her in the silk bed. There were probably more feather beds and down jackets on the bed than in the fairy tale The Princess and the Pea. Having laid her down, the elf-demiurge ran quickly to the tavern, from where the young deacon Grishka Otrepyev was supposed to escape.
  Eltul was a little late (damn it, he didn't need this chick with four kids!), the impostor on a frisky horse had already broken away from his pursuers. So he had to run at full speed himself.
  Bare feet are light, you breathe deeply and are glad that you decided to play games with some advantage, such as a body that has undergone bioengineering and genetic selection. After all, color elves, even without technology and with powerful magic, are much stronger and faster than people.
  The impostor's horse is indeed so good that one immediately suspects that Grishka is already being helped to leave. And most likely by noble Poles and probably the Jesuit Order.
  In general, it may not only be about Otrepiev, but... This is an extraordinary personality and perhaps it was the devilish charm of the clerk that could have influenced everyone so much. To charm the Pope and the king and the Swedish nobles.
  The distance between them, the pursued impostor and the catching up demiurge, began to decrease.
  Grishka Otrepyev desperately dug his spurs into his sides. The future False Dmitry did not look quite like Pushkin described him. He was taller than average, broad-shouldered, with an expressive face. No warts were visible, and his face could be called thoroughbred, striking - his expressive eyes bored like the muzzles of unicorn guns. Maybe that is why Otrepyev had such a strong influence on those around him. He is not handsome, but his face is pleasant and his royal lineage is visible in him - as Pushkin wrote.
  Grigoriy tried desperately to get away until he finally realized that the only person running after him was a naked ragged man who didn't even have a weapon. True, he was fast as the devil.
  The clerk held his horse back, took a pistol from his belt and aimed it at Eltul. The weapon was bulky and generally only scary in appearance. The elf warrior added some speed and didn't even try to avoid the shot. With his experience in various battles, including space battles, it was immediately clear that the clerk was missing. And even the royal impostor wouldn't be able to hit such a primitive thing on the run without skill.
  Eltul playfully asked Otrepiev from his horse, he did not even have time to draw his sabre from its sheath. Having knocked down the impostor, the elf-demiurge dragged his prey through the snowdrift.
  Grishka tried to kick, but after a sharp jab he realized that the barefoot ragamuffin possessed superhuman strength. And judging by his radiant, wondrous beautiful face, he was an angel from heaven himself.
  Otrepyev began to beg for forgiveness, promising Eltul earthly blessings, as if he himself were Satan, but on the contrary, he shed tears of repentance.
  Eltul asked Grigory Otrepiev:
  - Are you afraid of the rack?
  He whined desperately:
  - I am very afraid, oh great cherub!
  Then the elf-demiurge suggested:
  - Let's do it this way! If you don't groan even once under torture, then I will take you to another world, where I will make you a king. And if you still can't stand it, you will share the fate of those thousands who were executed before you and will be killed after!
  Gregory grumbled:
  -I swear! I swear! And I swear again!
  Eltul waved his hand at the approaching pursuit and said:
  - There he is, a thief!
  They surrounded them with suspicion, looking at the ragged teenager. Among those who pursued was the centurion Gavrilov himself, the one whose wife had just cheated on him. But naturally the husband did not know about it yet. That is why he joked:
  - This is the kind of guy who needs a marriageable girl!
  The foreman Matvey Petukhov agreed:
  - Yes, he looks like an angel!
  The centurion carelessly threw a silver coin to Eltul:
  - At least buy yourself some walking shoes, tramp!
  The elf-demiurge chuckled in response:
  - And your wife is just gold!
  The centurion swore harshly, but he didn"t like something in Eltul"s gaze, and instead of giving the order to flog the insolent ragamuffin, he ordered the horses to be turned around.
  Eltul, who was no longer interested, skipped ahead a bit. The centurion, having found a golden statue in the bed, burst into tears at first, but then became happy and ordered it to be sawed up. But his wife was getting on his nerves, and there was never enough money.
  False Dmitry held on bravely on the rack, but when the red-hot pincers began to break his ribs, he still could not stand it and screamed from the unbearable pain. So he missed the chance to go to heaven and realize his ambitious dream.
  As expected, no other impostors appeared, but war between Russia and Poland broke out anyway.
  Apparently the gentry still wanted to recapture Smolensk and other lands, and Tsar Boris Godunov was apparently jealous of the glory of Ivan Vasilyevich the Terrible, the conquering ruler, counting on new acquisitions.
  King Sigismund besieged Smolensk, but the Russians repelled all assaults, and then the voivode Skopin-Shuisky routed the Polish army. The initiative passed to the Russian army, Polotsk was recaptured, and they went further, occupying Minsk and a number of other lands.
  The troops of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth were rolling towards Warsaw, and Russian commanders entered Grodno with unfurled banners and to the jubilation of the local population.
  But Sweden opened a front in the north. Created a threat to Novgorod and occupied Riga. They have a huge army and many mercenaries from all over Europe. Eltül thought: should he intervene or not? And if so, how?
  Experience from similar wars showed that it was usually enough to disable the commander and... But the elf-demiurge decided not to interfere for now - let things take their course.
  And indeed, the Russian army repelled the attack on Novgorod and besieged Narva and Riga. The Poles tried to counterattack - they encircled Grodno.
  Narva fell, but Riga held out for now. To rectify the situation, troops had to be sent to Belarus again. The Poles were defeated and driven away from Grodno. Then Skopin-Shuisky moved to Brest, which he took with a daring raid, and then on to Warsaw.
  The gentry lost open battles, and even walls did not always serve as protection. Therefore, when Boris Godunov offered them peace, they agreed to negotiate.
  The dispute dragged on, but the Russian army finally took Riga after a massive bombardment. The Swedish king Gustav Adolf tried to recapture Narva, but was again defeated by Skopin-Shuisky, a wonderful commander, the Suvorov of the seventeenth century.
  The Poles tried to attack, but were again defeated, and the Russians, pursuing the noble army, captured Warsaw. That's when the lords rushed to conclude a hasty peace.
  Kyiv and its surrounding lands, Polotsk, Vitebsk and the area up to Minsk, as well as Gomel, were ceded to the Russians. Courland also became the property of Muscovy.
  Having untied its hands, Rus' concentrated against Sweden. Revel fell after a fierce siege. Then came the time of Vyborg.
  After some more stubbornness, the Scandinavian Empire made peace, ceding its possessions in the Baltics and Vyborg.
  After that, until the very end of the reign of Boris Godunov, and he lived a long time, even until the thirty-sixth year, there were no major wars. Only with the Crimean Khanate did there occur disputes. And the great commander Skopin-Shuisky made a campaign, conquering Azov and giving the Crimeans a good beating. They even agreed to pay tribute to Moscow.
  There were also campaigns in Siberia, but there was generally no one to fight with there.
  When Godunov died, his still very young grandson succeeded him. The Poles and Swedes wanted to seize the moment, and started a new war.
  Skopin-Shuisky, who had commanded the first troops for twenty-two years, was still young enough for a new battle. The Swedes were defeated and Poland was conquered. Only Krakow and its surrounding lands went to Austria, and Danzig to Prussia. The rest of the Kingdom of Poland, as well as Galicia, became Russian fiefdoms. And the young Tsar Alexei Godunov was crowned on the throne of Lithuania and Poland.
  Sweden lost Finland... Rus' grew stronger, developing both to the East and to the South.
  The joint war in alliance with Iran against Turkey allowed the Crimea and other lands to be recaptured. Then came the complete collapse of the Ottoman Empire. The fall of Constantinople and other successes. But then the war with China began in the East, and the Volga region and the Don saw the rebellion of Stenka Razin.
  And it was during this uprising that Andrei and Skopin-Shuisky passed away.
  Razin captured Moscow, but the other commanders refused to obey him. Rus' split into the South, led by Constantinople, and the North in Moscow, and a protracted civil war bled the empire dry.
  Only after the death of the stepenin, the monarchy was restored at the Ecumenical Council, and the throne was received not by the Godunovs or Romanovs, but by the Skopin-Shuiskys. And a union was concluded between the two kingdoms.
  The southern kingdom conquered all of Iran, and then, together with the northern kingdom, India.
  Then began the conquest of Africa. By the end of the eighteenth century, Russia was again at the height of its power. China, under the rule of the Manchus, had rotted and become subdued. Prussia and Austria had also submitted. And Italy had become Russian. Africa was completely under control, as were the lands in America.
  But the revolution that broke out in France led to mass riots in the autocratic dual empire of Russia.
  The civil war began again, finding out who is more important, the South or the North. Plus the genius Napoleon who almost destroyed Russia.
  They won this war, but were greatly bled dry. Autonomous states emerged in Africa, and militarists again became stronger in China. The nineteenth century nevertheless became a period of another flourishing. The empire strengthened itself in Africa and Eurasia, as well as in America, pushing aside the USA for a time.
  But the abolition of serfdom led to new clashes, which were aggravated by the war with England and the strengthened United States. The latter nevertheless recaptured the Mexican lands and the eastern coast.
  Russia retained its dominance in Africa and Eurasia, but the American continent itself was lost.
  But the revolution did not happen... The autocratic regime ruled for a long time... Europe, except for Britain and the south of Spain, became completely Russified, and Africa, except for the British south itself, became settled.
  China also became almost completely Russified. Only the islands and archipelagos in the Pacific Ocean, as well as Indochina and Taiwan, remained outside Russia's control. The remaining lands became Yellow Russia.
  The empire itself retained its dual status, but the throne of the autocratic monarch was now still occupied by only one emperor. The situation in the world became stable.
  The US and Britain are plotting, weaving intrigues, but they are cautious, their enemy is too strong. Well, Russia has enough of its own lands.
  The first flight into space took place even twenty years earlier... In the USA, unfortunately, the Russian monarch fell under the influence of Orthodox priests, but then they quickly made up for it.
  Eltül scrolled back to 2015... The stable system of Russia against the US and Britain bloc remains. There are almost no other countries. Settlements have already been created on the Moon. Several landings have been made on Mars, Venus and the satellites of Jupiter.
  It is clear that in this world, where there are only three Great Empires, more attention can be paid to expansion into space and fewer resources can be spent on fighting each other.
  And human resources are not so scattered. In the field of high technology, electronics and household appliances, it is about the same as on the real Earth. Science has not so much accelerated, it has become more organized. For example, in medicine, things are better: a vaccine for cancer has been created, they have learned to clone individual organs, and there is much more significant progress in rejuvenating human organisms.
  Eltül, as the true Creator, made a pop-frame and transferred this world into real time. Having grown to the size of a galaxy, the Lord of the man-made universe noted:
  - And how the whole world has changed... And only because of one person whose life path I blocked. - Eltul tossed several dozen stars from one palm to another and added. - And what's interesting is that what the great demiurge did, even the most ordinary boy could have done.
  The Young Creator of the Universes remembered. - Well, yeah! I almost forgot about him!
  Eltul instantly returned to the starting point of the movement. Now they are still walking through the underground labyrinth, together with the rebels.
  Eltul decided to create this world based on one of the novels, which cannot be called children's because of the serious philosophical problems raised by the author.
  Here, for example, the most interesting thing is that Danka is not his creation, like all the others, but partly of another mind, also a creator, even if the universe exists only on paper or in files.
  But the image of the boy who got into the world of the sold-out sun turned out to be so bright and vivid that Eltul decided to get to know him better, to go through such trials and adventures about which all knowledge is closed. The Lord Creator, like Jesus, refused the advantages of his unconditional Omnipotence, but does not at all want to be crucified.
  Eh, Danka, may the ball stay on your field!
  An underground town appeared almost immediately after the next turn of the corridor. Like the New Athos Cave, with a glowing ceiling. It must have been polished, since the sphere looked quite smooth, as if convex.
  An association with the Moscow metro arose in Danka's head. It was light in the subway and the colorful ornamental patterns.
  It seems that the boy who had traveled did not expect to see such a thing. He imagined dugouts, partisans, passages or something like a medieval castle from Soviet films, in which he found himself during the previous travel. And here stood elegant houses of several floors. Moreover, with wide, but slanted windows, decorated with scatterings of buds, and some twisted. As if the architect was an avant-garde artist and decided to turn fantasies into reality.
  Danka said in surprise:
  - This is the kind of town you have here... It"s like a fair with a vernissage of children"s creativity!
  The rebel leader in the sand-colored mask replied:
  - And this is not an illusion, by the way. You see real houses painted on them.
  Danka blinked in surprise. The buildings really did look like an unnatural house of cards. Their walls swayed slightly from the breath of the underground air current. The boy suddenly remembered:
  - And where is the sunny kitten?
  Eltul replied with a smile:
  - It seems your furry friend will appear at the right moment. - The elf-demiurge changed his tone here. - Or, on the contrary, when his appearance will be completely inappropriate!
  Danka wrinkled his forehead again. After a short walk under seven suns, his face became darker, and his chestnut hair, on the contrary, became lighter. An ordinary boy with regular features, quite suitable for the heroic image of some Soviet-era action movie. Eltul noticed that Danka liked to think and analyze. Although someone else's soul, even if you know the thoughts, is dark.
  But the boy"s thought was so simple that it was embodied in a question:
  - And who are these insidious creatures that steal time from people?
  The short leader, without removing his mask, took a sip of the drink offered to him and quietly replied:
  - This is certainly a question? Which also interests us.
  Pause... Eltul asked differently:
  - If they are so strong that they conquered you, then why can"t they finish off the partisans?
  Here Danka joined the conversation. He apparently wanted to speak out:
  - And this may not be entirely strange. The Germans also could not finish off the partisans in the occupied territories.
  The partisan leader invited the boys to sit down and explained without further fuss:
  - First: our country is quite large and we have already tried to launch satellites into space. Even a man went into orbit. The state was growing stronger, and we believed, excuse the banality, in a better future. - The warrior, trying to get rid of unnecessary pathos, continued. - But across the ocean there was another empire that dreamed of destroying us. However, winning a war is extremely difficult, both continents are separated by thousands of miles of sea route. No one will be able to transfer so many troops by sea to seize a bridgehead and begin an offensive from it. And supplies are in great question if you advance deep into the continent. They could not reach us, and we could not reach them either.
  Danka took advantage of the new pause to ask:
  - Have you tried nuclear weapons?
  The leader shuddered and came to life:
  - Exactly! Theoretical physicists have calculated the possibility of creating such a monster of explosive power, but... Our planet does not have the necessary isotope of Uranium or Plutonium. Because of this, no one has yet created an atomic bomb. - The partisan warrior continued. - But that's not the point. More precisely, it's not only that. Our opponents decided to create a weapon that would act unnoticed, depriving people of the will to resist.
  Danka interrupted again (Eltyul winced, his friend seemed to be either naturally devoid of tact, or the adventures had such an effect on him that he thought too much of himself):
  - And your opponents, aren"t they people?
  The rebel commander chuckled through his mask:
  - In the Aries Empire, the same people live, or rather lived, as we do. But they wanted to rule the entire planet too much, as if two continents were too cramped for us. So they began to experiment with genes, first to create supersoldiers, and then super scientists. Here is one of the professors - named Bulay, changed his brain so much that everything human was lost. He managed to create a machine that turned the flow of time back for people and only increased its power.
  The leader even spread his hands in confusion:
  - We don't know the operating principles of such a technotronic monster, but most of the people of our empire disappeared completely. And the few who remained turned into children. After which they were able to conquer our state with literally one air regiment. I remember that. I myself shrank and could barely hold a machine gun in my little hands.
  They captured all the material assets, buildings, weapons, fortified areas. Almost without meeting resistance in a world with folded time. Then, of course, the survivors were assigned to slaves, and they themselves began to settle on the continent.
  Eltul also chimed in here:
  - Yes, but there are no people visible among them!
  The commander sadly confirmed:
  - Of course! Bulay is just a worm of a scientist, even though they invented a title especially for him - superacademician, hanging all the orders of the empire on the genius. The people, and especially the government of Aries, did not understand that this madman wants to become an autocratic monarch, an absolute dictator.
  The super-academician raised special fighters who were as obedient as zombies. They were not very smart warriors, but they were absolutely obedient. And the waves of altered time did not affect them.
  Danka slapped his palms on his knees:
  - Brilliant! Then I already know myself, he struck a blow at his own empire, destroying the previous rulers!
  The commander confirmed:
  - True! And people can now be modeled by throwing them out of time streams. We have lost the ability to reproduce, but individual people appear in underground labyrinths and join partisan detachments. And there is a war, for over a hundred years. Eternal partisan warfare!
  . CHAPTER #4.
  Alevtina, having undressed, lay down on the bed and plunged into a wonderful, very elaborate and fantastic dream.
  Alevtina's body began to glow dimly with a yellowish tint, like an old lamp through a thick lampshade. The air smelled of ozone, a flying fly fell down like a fighter jet going into a tailspin. Something was really happening...
  It looks like a new universe is born from the near-zero point of a single quark.
  The karate warrior felt like a tiny photon that had dived into the boundless depths of a quasar. Thousands, millions of diverse, successive kaleidoscopes of emotions, feelings, experiences, wishes, memories were pulsating in the network. Alevtina perceived their burning, living flow. There was both fear and joy, blessings and curses, pain and pleasure! Erotic images, sexual fantasies, the world of subconscious attraction were especially attractive.
  Filled with something so delightful and yet so grotesque.
  The karate lady and angel in one bottle, however, was not looking for this. She was drawn to the barrier, to the beyond, frightening and alluring. Everyone imagines the barrier before the Hyperuniverse of thought and reason of the Princess-noosphere differently, but it manifests itself exactly as the imagination of the one who wants to see it has drawn.
  Some people picture full female breasts with strawberry nipples, while others picture pulsating, jade rods, glistening with excitement.
  Alevtina saw before her a colossal, armored gate, reaching into the sky, locked with a padlock the size of the Cheops pyramid. The armor was studded with sharpened letters, numbers of several types, hieroglyphs, intertwined into the most complex formulas to the point of insanity. The girl flew up to the castle and was immediately thrown back by something soft, but indestructibly strong.
  Like a transparent club covered with rubber.
  Adelaide muttered in confusion:
  - Believe me, I have to go! I have to be right there. To the Mysterious Princess-noosphere!
  The eternal girl tensed her strong muscles.
  The thousand-pipe voice thundered:
  - Take the key and open the gate! Then everything will be yours!
  And it blew hot air.
  The karate warrior said in confusion, helplessly kicking her bare feet in the air, but with crystal shoes and bejeweled legs:
  - But I have no idea where to look for him!
  The eternal girl was completely confused.
  The voice became even more menacing, as if all the archangels had gathered in one place to pass a terrible judgment on humanity:
  - The key does not need to be sought! It must be conquered, like a trophy in war! And only the Devil in the flesh, but with the soul of a poet, can do this!
  It sounds ambiguous, there's no denying it!
  Alevtina straightened up, exclaiming:
  - I agree! I will definitely win you over!
  And how he stamps his crystal heel. Even the vacuum, how it rings.
  At that very moment, the eternal girl was caught up in a furious whirlwind, turning into a tornado! Only instead of air currents, pictures flashed in incredible concentration! In the first battle, from primitive communal fights to space battles that would stun the imagination of any futurist. And also a lot of other things, both comic and excitingly erotic!
  The battles here... are so bright, bloody, with many aliens.
  Then there was a bang, and in the blink of an eye the landscape changed, and the warrior found herself in a spacious arena.
  The eternal girl even became slightly confused and shuddered.
  Her gaze involuntarily lingered on the cherry-orange arrow, sliding in the direction it pointed. A sigh was heard from the warrior's lips, expressing surprise mixed with the desire to guffaw at the top of her lungs!
  Yes, a cool warrior and a powerful sorceress got into trouble.
  Now the giant "lock" had shrunk, acquiring the paws of a macaque and the head of a cat with three ears in the form of peacock tails. The offspring of the hybrid lay in a bed, somewhere high up, and around raged something like the Ancient Roman Colosseum. Enormous and raging.
  It looks like Ancient Rome and at the same time it is noticeably different. And the girl felt like Spartacus in a skirt.
  Alevtina looked around, this can't happen, an instant transfer to another world, trampling all the laws of the universe. Above, the heavenly bodies were blazing, but they were completely different, not round, but similar to bells, and they were slightly swaying. Two of them were purple, and two were fiery red. They smoothly changed shape, though without going beyond the limits, albeit pretentious, but shape. So one could even think that this was already another hyperuniverse. And next to the outlandish, giving light to this world by the luminaries, a "sun" appeared in the form of a "Fly" grenade launcher with fox paws. From the muzzle, as if a fire had burst, a dozen tongues sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow flew out.
  Beautiful - reminds me of snakes.
  They licked the luminaries rapaciously, causing them to change color and shape again. Someone had changed the physical laws of the universe! But the experienced Alevtina knew that with the current development of her universe, this was beyond the power of any sorcerer or learned man. Consequently, this was only a subworld, an interspatial reflection, in the transition from the material to the intellectual.
  The girl who knew witchcraft understood many things. Including why the stars were so strange.
  Here the souls of the most odious sinners were supposed to dwell, before being incarnated in another, incomprehensible to the imagination universe, they had to be re-educated, at least partially by angels. They were even given flesh so that they could feel pain or pleasure, moral improvement occurs only in the struggle with oneself and one's sins.
  However, sin must always exist in order to stimulate the progressive development of the personality.
  But apparently after the riot (some strange associations arose in the head of the karate warrior. As if she had known something unknown and inaccessible to reason before) a certain confusion with souls occurred in their midst. In any case, all the places in the Colosseum were occupied by very appetizing candies with squid tentacles, or a little more, but also very colorful cakes. Moreover, with a chocolate or icing crust. And this is strange, were there really so many scoundrels among the culinary products.
  And they look so appetizing and attractive that your mouth literally waters.
  Maybe they poisoned people. But suddenly the luminaries disappeared from the sky! Instead, glowing insects crawl, these are not stars, but semi-intelligent clots of plasma princesses, giving light and warmth to sinners. And here it is sultry, even incomparably hotter than on the planet of their former, such a gentle world. The cakes and candies have clearly gone bad, caused diarrhea, and as punishment the gods threw them into hell! But not so scary, rather comical.
  Alevtina found it very funny and could hardly hold back her laughter.
  The Supreme God, if he exists, is not so cruel as to torment or torture someone, but he is not averse to torturing the brain. The "Demon" often told them about the religion of Earth: - Once upon a time, people believed in hell, especially Protestants, but it is so stupid. Would the highest intelligence torture billions of billions of years for the crimes of a short life? The higher the intelligence, the kinder and more humane it is, it wants universal happiness and well-being.
  And of course, doing good to your creation is the highest pleasure and grace!
  Thoughts were rushing around in my head like a tiny barge in a stormy ocean. They were interrupted by a rough, more feminine than masculine voice, it hit my ears like a thunderclap:
  - Devil-witch and martial artist, you have come to us and therefore deserve punishment. Kneel before the empress.
  Yes, the offer is not pleasant.
  - What if I refuse? - Alevtina proudly stuck out her high chest.
  She wanted to seem really cool to herself and everyone else.
  - Then you'll die! - From such a voice, it seemed as if a red-hot drill had been driven into the eardrums.
  Or even hit them in the ears with sledgehammers.
  - There is no death! - The karate warrior stuck out her tongue. - Death is the greedy paw of priests, to which the money of simpletons sticks, and whose nails scrape out dignity!
  Yes, the girl turned out to be bold and daring. And so desperate.
  There was a pause, the empress seemed to be in the largest box, sparkling with large precious stones. It was difficult to see her, everything was too shiny, but judging by everything, her figure was impressive and in armor. It was clear that she was holding a crystal in her hands, apparently trying to get a closer look at the karate devil. Alevtina glanced at herself and was embarrassed. Her expensive clothes disappeared at once, and she found herself in a khaki bathing suit. Her bare maiden feet felt the prickly, hot sand. The maiden suddenly felt like a slave. Barefoot, almost naked under five scorching luminaries, one of which looked like a wild "glitch" of a drug addict. And most importantly, the audience, waving the paws of insects, predators, and something else ... There are no analogues in the living world of material worlds.
  And some other culinary products that cause spasms in a hungry and empty stomach.
  Finally, the voice was heard again, this time much softer and more melodic:
  - I like you, brave and smart. So I will give you a chance, you will fight with my best warriors, and if you stay alive, you will receive the keys to the universe of fantasy and thought. Afterwards, if I like you, you will have a choice to go back, or live forever with us in the Hyperverse of fantasy, where there is no old age and death.
  The girl gathered her strength and tensed her muscles.
  And then Alevtina bared her sharp teeth and stamped her graceful, bare foot.
  She chirped loudly:
  - I accept the challenge!
  Although my heels were scorched by the prickly sand.
  There was a roar in the sky, and for a second it seemed as if thousands of black cannon barrels were sticking out of the green vault:
  - Then tremble, karate devil. You are still so young, almost a girl, you don't have the slightest chance.
  And the trunks became even more menacing and threatening.
  Avlevtina snorted contemptuously:
  - Leave me my years! As long as the heart beats, there is always a chance! To suffer defeat is to fall to the ground, to lose confidence, it is also to break your legs!
  Indeed, the aphorism is witty - through the roof.
  In the thunderous voice, cheerful notes appeared:
  - You're like a ninja turtle in a skirt! Then let's begin!
  The girl in the bikini thought with relief: - Finally.
  The signal sounded, and fighters began to run out into the arena. The karate warrior threw her weapons. Avlevtina deftly caught the swords in mid-air, one with her hand, the other with her bare toes. Here she was slightly confused, expecting the fighters to come out one by one, as is customary in martial arts.
  But try to achieve fair rules in hell and heaven, in your own way, in the world!
  And then seven warriors pounced on her at once. These Amazons, almost naked, in bathing suits sparkling with sapphires, were very beautiful in appearance, did not look particularly pumped up, but had slender, model-worthy figures. Only around their lush hips were daisy petals moving.
  Just like oriental dancers.
  - Apparently, these are not the most terrible monsters, but there are too many of them, - whispered Alevtina. - It's interesting, this is almost hell, or rather, the threshold of the universe: Dreams and fantasies! You can defeat them, but where will they go if they are killed?! I don't even want to chop up such beautiful bodies.
  It's really a shame, they are such attractive beauties.
  The daisy girls marched in formation, their bare legs with chocolate-golden skin flashed. The seasoned sorceress Alevtina remembered the guide to fantasy worlds: in this case, they would soon be resurrected, returning to the respectable underworld, and those who were lucky would be embodied in another universe, which was perhaps better than here. The conscience of the conqueror of the universe calmed down, her movements became smooth and confident, she remembered the most diverse combat techniques studied over the decades.
  Eh, there are worse fights when you get hit with a blaster or an automatic rifle.
  The spear, thrown almost point-blank, bounced off the skillfully placed elbow of the deviless, turned like a boomerang, hit the hand with the cleaver and went into the eye socket of the daisy girl next to the thrower.
  A very bright and rich scarlet blood splashed out.
  - Be happy, beauties, I wish you the best fate! - Alevtina shouted.
  She is beautiful in her revealing and, at the same time, modest outfit.
  The warrior and, at the same time, the witch-devil immediately realized that she could move faster, the swords were slightly heavier than the sabers. She slashed with both blades at once at the cleavers writhing like living worms, cutting off the hands and forearms. Thick red blood poured onto the lilac gravel, the girls screamed.
  The severed limbs twitch in convulsions.
  Alevtina attacks, jumps, scrapes her left sword across the Amazon's knee, she only tries to turn and fall. The warrior witch continues to move diagonally, stabs her friend moving behind her in the unprotected throat. She feels sorry for the girls, but the demon lady drives compassion back, she does not want to lose. She arches, moving away from the trident, then reaches for the golden-haired warrior with two swords, probably the most experienced and the main one among them. She grabs the trident with the long fingers of her delightful, bare feet. Three stings are deeply embedded in the armpit of the athletically built maiden. She screams in pain, the petals of the daisies wriggle like the tentacles of a squid thrown ashore. The finishing blow with the sword of the karate devil to the tanned neck.
  It"s even a pity to chop down such elegance, but this is war.
  Here she performs a sweep on another girl, impaling her on a sword, and another one is left without a leg. She falls, the karate lady kicks her in the throat with her bare heel, causing her to choke on blood.
  The beauty dies in agony.
  - Well, I'm the rose of annihilation! - Alevtina roars. - Death is the best adventure, because it can't be repeated!
  A karate warrior in a frenzied rage.
  The last girl tries to throw gravel in the eyes, but misses and falls dead, her severed breast flying a dozen steps away.
  The scarlet nipple sparkled like a ruby.
  A roar went through the stadium, no one expected that a girl, and one who looked so young, would be able to defeat seven daisy warriors at once. Several bears with cabbage heads instead of heads and their hind legs on caterpillar tracks jumped out into the arena. They began to burn the bare feet of the defeated girls with hot metal. One of them, when the burning substance touched her bare, as if carved heel, screamed and tried unsuccessfully to get up. But the blood, in tiny fountains, treacherously flowed from the wounds.
  Again the hot iron touched her bare heel, but the girl was unable to get up.
  It seems that the daisy woman is not a survivor. The ensuing pause was interrupted by a wild cry.
  Even the surface of the planet is shaking.
  - Come on, warriors, don't disgrace us! - The Empress screams so frantically that sand and gravel rises as if from a hurricane.
  Well, it's just a tsunami on land. But then everything just calms down somehow.
  Curvy beauties enter the arena, in swimsuits decorated with emeralds and rose petals around their hips. Their skin is almost like satin, their movements are more like oriental dancers than warriors, and there are three breasts for each.
  And the nipples sparkle like stars.
  Alevtina spat in their direction, the spit suddenly turned into a cluster of gems scattered across the surface. The karate witch said:
  -War is the best entertainment, but the worst rest!
  The words are true. Especially when your own skin begins to shine with sweat.
  But the fatigue is not yet noticeable. Alevtina plays with her muscles.
  The opponents, too, were apparently far from the strongest. Apparently frightened by the fact that such a cool warrior-sorceress was put against them and, fearing to get into a bad place after death, they were clearly cowards. The emerald roses-amazons went around Alevtina from all sides and tried to attack together. This is the right tactic, but at the same time, each did not want to stick out and hoped for her partner.
  This is not like synchronized swimming, only with the risk of running into a barracuda.
  The demon, incarnated in female flesh, sensed their weaknesses, waving her swords terribly, she forced them to retreat, jumping like a panther on the loners. When you cut down one, especially a frightened girl, two or three simple lunges are enough, or even a single sharp blow. Here one fell with a heavy groan, the second screamed with a ripped belly, almost immediately the third bled to death with a severed artery.
  The liquid flowing out of them is very bright, inhuman.
  Alevtina even began to economize on her movements, though she had to run. The last two rose girls tried to run away, relying on their feet. Their bare, almost mirror-like feet sparkled, reflecting the unimaginable shades of the heavenly bodies.
  Yes, this will drive any man crazy!
  The devil-sorceress rushed after them like a wolf after a wounded doe. She managed to hack one to death, the second was finished off with a well-aimed arrow by the cabbage bears - cowardice is not encouraged.
  The girls fell over, kicked their shapely legs, and then fell silent.
  The next batch of fighters were in gold and topaz. This time there were only five of them, but they were much larger, with bulging, rolling muscles under almost black skin, clearly experienced fighters. And their skin was covered with thorns - cactus girls, which is much more frightening.
  Although these beauties are not without their attractiveness.
  Their commander was especially strong and tall, a head and a half taller than Alevtina and at least fifty kilograms heavier. She also behaved rather meanly, in the style of a cobra, leaving the others to attack the devil, the warrior, armed with a sharp hook with four cutting edges, aimed the decisive blow.
  She wanted to impress the barefoot karate girl who was opposing her.
  Alevtina was on the alert, but it is so difficult to keep track of everyone during a fight. She managed to impale one of the "golden" Amazon cacti on her sword, doing a somersault and sharply turning away, but received a sliding scratch on her shoulder blade. An awkward lunge, and the cactus needles pierced the deviless's shoulder and chest. They got stuck in her muscles.
  Alevtina cursed in rhyme:
  - The warrior who is prickly is in fact a stinking worm!
  And she burst into loud laughter, sticking out her tongue.
  Blood dripped onto the gravel and sand, it was painful and very disgusting. Then this cobra almost pierced her three times, catching the girl's rosy cheek with the last lunge.
  The scarlet liquid also splashed out.
  Alevtina got furious, her compassion for the girls disappeared, especially since this big guy had a very unpleasant horse face with a horn on his forehead. He started chasing her, jumping like a frog and doing somersaults.
  The witch spun on her toes and flashed her bare legs.
  At first, she couldn't take it, she was too strong and had the reaction of a rattlesnake. Then Alevtina used a trick, pretending that she had staggered from a really strong blow from her hook. The karate warrior, instead of continuing to rotate her body and chop from the right, which the cactus warrior was ready for, fell down. At the same time, the blade slid along the steel and swept away the hand clutching it. She, not yet understanding what had happened to her claw, tried to hit Alevtina with her sword, throwing away the clumsy shield.
  You won't be going too fast!
  Here another, golden cactus-amazon tried to pierce the deviless in the back, but ran into a massive "cobra". Alevtina performed the "fan-mill" technique, cutting one's embossed, chocolate abs, and the other, releasing the intestines, grazing just above the pubic bone.
  The karate devil even got heavily stained with blood, spinning like a top, she brought her legs together, dodging the sword of one warrior, knocking down another. Almost dislocating her arm, she threw her right sword at the base of the skull of the cactus girl making a wide swing.
  The throw was very strong and the opponent's bone broke.
  The last prickly Frau was taken aback, and received a sharp blow to the nose with her head, but managed to jump back. Not paying attention to the blood, she twirled her nunchucks. Alevtina spread her arms with swords and stabbed her in the trembling flesh. The prickly Amazon gasped and fell.
  Her legs shook in convulsions.
  There was a short break, the karate warrior received several light wounds and was tired, and the heat was exhausting. The dead and seriously wounded girls were dragged out, apparently to pay their last respects, but at the same time the red-hot metal mercilessly dug into the bare, round heels of the beauties. Naked girls with fabulously luxurious butterfly wings flew up to Alevtina, brought her some weak, but pleasant-tasting wine. The karate warrior's mind flashed, was it poison? But the thirst was stronger. After a few sips, she felt more cheerful, only the bare feet of her well-groomed, very beautiful and tanned legs began to itch painfully from the hot sand and prickly gravel. A verse formed in her head:
  Cannot be defeated,
  Who is brave and pure in soul!
  Although life is as thin as a silk thread,
  The drink is intoxicating blood!
  - You're celebrating too early! - The Empress shouted to Alevtina. The karate warrior thought that she must have been artificially amplifying her voice with magic, because even the sand and gravel were swept by waves as if they were the sea. - The next pair never lost!
  And there was confidence in the voice of the nightmarish monarch.
  - The greater the enemy's strength, the higher the value of victory! - Alevtina confidently objected, proudly straightening her figure. - Beating the weak is like chewing sand, it's available to everyone, but it makes you vomit!
  She is almost naked and muscular, covered in blood and glistening with sweat, she looks amazing!
  There was a crunch and noise, like elephants stomping, and two women entered the arena. They were so huge that they could be mistaken for titans. They looked scary, with veins and tendons of overtrained muscles sticking out. Their faces were covered in tattoos, with multi-colored dragons starting from their necks, running down their cheeks and sticking their heads out onto their broad foreheads. Ruby panties and skull-shaped bras completed the picture, giving their black bodies with a purple tint a bloody hue. And their legs, like those of bears, were on caterpillar tracks, reinforced with jet nozzles.
  Leave marks on the gravel.
  - This is horrible! - the karate warrior whispered, barely hiding her irony. - I've heard of combining a snake and a hedgehog, but what a mixture of a small tank and a big prostitute is, I'm only seeing now!
  And she giggled quietly at how funny her own joke seemed.
  The female terminators made ritualistic swings, briskly spinning their swords above their heads, it was clear that, despite their size, these were very agile and fast creatures. It seemed that these were not blades of swords, but the blades of the most modern helicopter, lifting a multi-ton mass from the ground.
  And the balls of muscle roll under the tanned skin.
  A horn sounded, reminiscent of the sound of torn iron, the hefty ladies began to move, they seemed unhurried, but in them one could feel the irresistible power of lava flowing from the mouth of a volcano.
  Their bodies are hot and steam is coming from them.
  Adelaide took a step back as if she was scared, and when they approached, she suddenly jumped forward, trying to take them with a double fan. However, they reacted instantly, one even managed to deliver a kick, with rapidly rotating tracks and nozzles beating a jet stream into the chest of the karate warrior.
  It was as if a heavy pile had hit me.
  The girl screamed and jumped back, her ribs ached, her bra burst, revealing high breasts with scarlet nipples, on which bruises and tiny blisters remained. Adelaide understood what high-class fighters meant, burning with pain and shame, she retreated. The female terminators rushed after her, trying to finish her off as quickly as possible. The karate warrior backed away, first slowly, then almost running, they were too fast. A pair of ruby thugs began to chase the outwardly young warrior, the most dangerous, from different angles, and at different levels, almost simultaneous attacks, forced her to move in a ragged, unpredictable rhythm and did not allow her to attack, let alone even properly defend herself.
  The girl felt as if the motley crowd was devouring her naked breasts with their eyes.
  Adelaide tried to break the distance, picking up speed, but the divas were not asleep either, hooking the fugitive a couple of times. Their blades caused much more pain than ordinary steel. Even hot iron is not as painful as this clearly enchanted metal. Then the deviless tried to get closer, but ran into the tip, receiving a deep mark on her naked chest. If not for the reaction, they could have pierced her heart. Adelaide swung her sword and almost lost an eye, the blade cut off her hair on her temple. The severed strand scattered in the wind.
  It slightly scratched the skin on my ear, and blood started to appear. It crept, stinging, in a scarlet stream down my temple.
  The titanic Amazons moved and noticed everything, it was clear that this time they really were the best warriors, pitted against a simple karate warrior, albeit in a magnificent, but still almost human body. Adelaide felt that she was getting tired. Her arms and legs began to fill with lead, it seemed that gravity had increased, the swords became heavier, and the air thickened. The bare soles of her feet were burning, as if on a hot frying pan.
  The karate warrior realized that she might have to part with this body and the hope of ever getting into the universe of fantasy and dreams. And what next? After all, if she dies here, then she might not be able to incarnate in the previous material world, which means... The girl was overcome with rage and suddenly felt ashamed of her naked chest, and burns and wounds. And a song sounded in her head. The one she read during her journey to the future, in the novel of a science fiction writer, on whose tip she, a seeker of goodness and justice: the karate warrior, found herself in a similar predicament. The song made a strong impression on Alevtina, and at that moment best corresponded to her inner mood and dire situation.
    
  The waves play with whitecaps in the sea,
  I fight naked in the arena with a sword!
  She cast a proud glance at her opponent,
  Hard troubles and pain are nothing!
    
    
    
  Yes, I was born once, a powerless slave,
  She pulled logs and shook boulders on her back!
  Being in tension, suffering is my native element,
  The mischievous executioners caress the shoulders with a whip!
    
  Someone is rich and dozes in the shade with a beer,
  I'm under a scorching stream, waving a hammer!
  It's a custom that's so terribly ancient,
  You need to learn obedience to nobles with your milk!
    
  But I was lucky - if you can call it that, then luck,
  They sold the girl from the mines and sent her into battle!
  There a fabulous illumination illuminated me,
  She became not just a slave, but a cool woman!
    
  But believe me, there is no such thing as boundless happiness,
  I've encountered a terrible enemy, and I'm wounded!
  They chop me into pieces in a vicious battle,
  God sent me an invoice - a penalty has accrued!
    
  But I don"t give up, I fight with all my might,
  Let her kill people and curse the gods!
  Of course, I now bitterly repent of this,
  And I can"t find the right words here!
  . CHAPTER #5.
  The fighting girl Alevtina woke up. She had a very interesting and sporty dream. And with real gladiator fights.
  Afterwards she washed herself, brushed her teeth, and did a quick workout. And looked at her watch. Don't be late for the airport. First she would fly to London, and then the plane would take her to New York. And then further on in the US she could act in commercials and fight for big money. At least much more than in Russia. And in the US she might have to fight men too? So what? They might be physically stronger than women, but they are not at all faster, and neither are they more technically skilled!
  So she can handle them... The girl started having breakfast. She had a protein shake for breakfast, and a small amount of bananas with pineapples and citrus fruits - a kind of fruit salad. And it really was extremely useful and burned subcutaneous fat.
  Alevtina ate, and various thoughts came into her head. What would have happened if the tsar's train had not crashed near Kharkov, and Alexander III would have lived much longer? This strong tsar also dreamed of expansion in the Far East, and even ordered the construction of the longest railway in the world. Empires are empires for a reason, because they are disgusted by statics and want to expand all the time. Although Alexander III was called a peacemaker, he also expanded the borders of Russia in the south, capturing Kushka, and reaching Afghanistan. But he did not have time to fight, because he lived only thirteen years, and the last six after the crash of the tsar's train, the Tsar was seriously ill with a badly bruised kidney. And he no longer had time to expand to other territories. But here the crash did not happen. Tsarist Russia penetrates China, Manchuria, Korea, and its interests collide with Japan. And what could happen in this case?
  Of course, under a tougher and stronger tsar, more money would have been allocated to fortify Port Arthur, and theft would have been more strictly monitored. In addition, the Baltic squadron would have been built two years earlier. And many things would have been different.
  And the Tsar would not have tolerated Kuropatkin as long as Nicholas II. And the whole course of history would have been different. And even with such a soft-hearted Tsar as Kolya, Russia could have won against Japan if the battleship Petropavlovsk had not sunk along with Admiral Makarov. Or if Marakov's successor had not died in the battle in the Yellow Sea. Then the Pacific squadron would have broken through to Vladivostok, joined with the fleet of Rozhdestvensky and Nebogatov and sunk the Japanese.
  And if Brusilov had been in Kuropatka's place, everything could have been different. If Russia had won the war against Japan, the world would have been different, and quite possibly better. Indeed, the victory over Japan preserved absolute monarchy in Russia. This means there would have been no State Duma - this hotbed of conspiracies and intrigues. Then, if the First World War had happened, there would have been no February revolution, and Germany, Austria-Hungary, and the Ottoman Empire would have been finished off. And this would have further strengthened the Romanov dynasty on the throne.
  And fascism might not have appeared in Europe, and if it had appeared, it would have been quickly suppressed.
  However, if Russia had defeated Japan, then perhaps the Germany of Wilhelm II would not have risked declaring war on Nicholas II. Since the military authority of the Russian army would have been too high. And the Kaiser would not have risked getting involved with it.
  It should be noted that the opinion about the quality of the Russian army was very low all over the world. Since Japan was greatly underestimated - after all, it is an Asian country. And in this case, it was believed that if the Russians lost to the yellow race, then the Germans - a nation of great warriors - would be blown away even more. Even if Russia has a large advantage over Germany in both territory and population. After the revolutionary storms in Russia ended, the economy began to rise and grow by about ten percent per year. And the population also accelerated its growth. The birth rate in Russia remained high, and mortality, including infant mortality, fell thanks to the development of medicine and the spread of antibiotics. In 1913, the population of Russia grew by a record number - five million people. It became clear that time was not on Germany's side. And in ten years, it would have no chance at all in the war against the tsarist regime.
  Germany's population grew more slowly, and its economy grew more slowly, although it still outpaced Russia's.
  So Germany was interested in getting into the war faster. However, if there had not been an assassination attempt on the heir to the throne of Austria-Hungary, which accidentally turned out to be successful, then maybe there would not have been a big war. At least in 1914. And in that case everything could have been different. And life would have gone better, maybe!
  The beautiful girl finished eating, and then rinsed her mouth and washed her hands. Well, everything will be cool.
  Alevtina went to the airport. She was driving a rather luxurious car, even covered in gold leaf.
  The girl sang in her clear voice:
  People have dreamed since the depths of centuries,
  Find a brother in the vastness of space...
  And they composed many poems,
  And there was a lot of talk about it!
  
  But the world suddenly turned out to be different,
  What did people think, know about this...
  The alien introduced himself as a cherub,
  And good judges will come!
  
  But the planet is collapsing into a nightmare,
  She was attacked by a pack of parrots...
  This is what the horned devil has done,
  And now humanity is tormented!
  
  However, to be honest,
  The government got what it deserved...
  The hunter has truly turned into the game,
  And the bald Fuhrer got it in the face!
  
  Now, believe me, another government has come,
  Which governs more wisely...
  There used to be just an evil Satan,
  Now it's parrot control!
  
  And now a new alignment has come,
  In which justice appeared...
  An undeniable result was obtained,
  Recognition and mercy from the Lord!
  
  This is how they turn adults into children,
  End suffering and pain...
  It seemed like he used to be a cool villain,
  And now something has turned into a moth!
  
  Now they are all children - there are simply no adults,
  They raise boys, girls...
  Of course, we mustn't cause trouble,
  So that there are no problems with diapers!
  
  Who was there when the president was nobody,
  He really became something of a turtle...
  And somewhere a chisel was humming,
  And I was thirsty for a really good fight!
  
  That's why we can't understand it,
  When the aliens build these adults...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  It's not too late to change this!
  
  Now the boys run barefoot,
  And the girls' heels are also bare...
  Here they were driven with a whip to the failure,
  And the voice is radiantly ringing!
  
  May God grant that children remain young forever,
  So that they could build Eden...
  So that the thread of silk life does not break,
  So that at least we don"t have to be in formation all the time!
  
  We love games, believe me,
  Shooters and various walkers...
  Strategies are great for kids,
  We will make a fork, believe me!
  
  And that a computer is also a friend,
  He counts all the bytes very quickly...
  We'll take a decent amount on our navel then,
  And believe me, it doesn"t get any cooler!
  
  Well, the games are over, I guess.
  The girls and boys ran away...
  We counted one, count zeros,
  It was in vain that you were sick and tormented!
  
  Here Jesus accepted death for people,
  But that didn"t make you any better...
  And only from the planet of space the villain,
  Will open the Eden of the world for you!
  The song was interesting in its own way, although of course it was a joke. It is clear that it is not serious. Especially about the invasion of parrots. Now that is really very cool.
  The girl Alevtina is a real blonde with gold leaf hair. And men are very jealous of her.
  Here is one millionaire who has made an agreement with her in advance. He will pay ten thousand dollars for just three kisses on the girl's bare heels. Well, it doesn't take that much time. And the girl agrees. She stretches out her bare, tanned, very muscular legs. And here is a relatively young man kissing these calloused, strong, elastic soles.
  Alevtina purrs with pleasure, she really likes it. Then she kicked the man in the nose with her bare heel. And his nose started bleeding. The girl chirped:
  - We agreed on three, and you already have four!
  The millionaire man wiped himself with a handkerchief and croaked:
  - Your Highness, excuse me!
  Alevtina giggled and noted:
  - What did you want? It's complete chaos!
  After which the man left her with a broken nose - to be on the safe side. Well, the nose was cut by such a poke from the girl's heel. And how seductively she smells. Yes, you can't resist such a blonde girl. And you want to kiss not only her bare sole. And something else, also precious and fragrant.
  Alevtina goes on. And she is in a good mood, so why not sing again?
  And the girls began to chirp:
  In the fairy-tale world everything is wonderful,
  The fairy shook her wand...
  But sometimes it can be dangerous here,
  Satan attacks with a horde!
  
  I came from the technical world,
  Starships where they circle in a row...
  And there is a lot of different things on the air,
  The pioneer squad is coming!
  
  The children boldly gave off a salute,
  In a world full of love, beauty...
  And we saw Eden in the distance,
  So that you can go without unnecessary fuss!
  
  And now the orcs are fighting us,
  This is a powerful impulse of bears...
  It is not proper to run away without leave,
  Our squad is invincible!
  
  We confidently advance into the attack,
  A squad of barefoot girls...
  Know the beauty, you bully,
  Which will hit you right in the snout!
  
  What is this hairy monster orc to me?
  I was born with victory in my hands...
  And the evil katy rush into attack,
  But believe me, I will be able to give you an answer!
  
  I won't say a word to the girl,
  And the syllable is missing - I can"t...
  If a miracle needs to happen,
  I'll run barefoot in the frost!
  
  There is no limit, believe in our power,
  I'm only a woman in appearance...
  Let's make the world, we believe, more beautiful,
  Our sword is sharp, our shield is strong!
  
  I'm ready to fight with my enemies,
  The goblin will also get a kick in the ass...
  You will become a wolf, not a hare,
  As Vladimir Ilyich taught!
  
  These are the kinds of layouts that happen,
  The world is not a chessboard...
  And sometimes there are meteor showers,
  And my heart is filled with melancholy!
  
  He won't be able to break it, I believe in it,
  Our cruel, insidious enemy...
  We play the lottery as it is,
  Where the layout is the ghoul himself!
  
  No, the girls will not end in battles,
  We are dashing, cool, you know...
  And we have plenty of accomplishments,
  Let's build a paradise on the planet!
  
  God does not like weakness in people,
  His credo is a steel monolith...
  And then old age will not break you,
  Even though the girls' hearts hurt!
  
  There are many gods in the world of fairy tales,
  Those sorcerers can be so evil...
  Let's throw off evil, we'll consider it from its pedestal,
  Let's become like the heart of an eagle!
  
  I'm a girl fighting barefoot,
  Shoes only drag me down...
  And believe me, she's so cool,
  Svarog himself is my relative!
  
  So giving up is not a choice,
  You won't live to see this orc...
  I am a warrior like a cyborg,
  May the bald dragon die!
  
  The girls will go on the offensive at once,
  They know that there might be...
  The beauty has a ringing voice,
  There will be a thread of the heart here!
  
  We will be able to finish off these hordes,
  There are simply countless evil orcs here...
  There will certainly be a long fight ahead,
  But glory and honor are with us!
  Julian the Apostate not only did not die in battle with the Parthians, but on the contrary, he won a convincing victory and conquered lands, expanding the empire to India, and capturing the Indus. The empire was strengthened. The dynasty of Julian reigned on the throne. Paganism reigned, but Christianity was still strong. However, it was banned and persecuted. Nevertheless, the followers of Jesus showed fanaticism and did not want to give up.
  And they organize numerous gladiator fights in which they kill Christians.
  So Alevtina dreamed that she was also arrested for harboring members of the Jesus sect, and that a death sentence was hanging over her. Alevtina was first taken to the torture cellar, where they tore off all her clothes. And the naked, muscular girl was chained with her hands clasped behind her back. And they began to lift her onto the rack. Her bare, strong legs came off the floor, and her joints creaked, and the girl began to arch. The executioners, large, muscular men, yanked her hard. Alevtina twisted in her joints with a sigh. After which she was lifted higher and higher to the very vaulted ceiling. Then the torturers let her go. And the naked girl collapsed down. And only near the floor did the chain tighten again. Alevtina screamed from the sharp pain in her shoulders and back, but immediately bit her lip.
  The chief torturer hissed:
  - Are you going to talk?
  The sportswoman said decisively:
  - No! I won't tell!
  A roar was heard:
  - Shake again!
  And again they began to lift the girl higher on the rack. This is the well-known shaking torture. Very painful. And now, twisting the chain, they raised the girl to the very ceiling. Then they took and released the chain again.
  The girl collapsed with a howl. And she was pierced by a sharp pain from her bare, round heels to the back of her head. But Alevtina blurted out again:
  - No! I won't tell!
  The executioner-inquisitor said:
  - God loves the Trinity! Let's do it again!
  And the muscular, strong, naked, tanned girl was again lifted higher to the very ceiling. Even she touched the vault with her light hair.
  Then the tormentors let go of the drum. And again the girl took it and fell down with a wild scream. And right at the floor the steel chain tightened, once again twisting the already tortured joints of the beautiful athlete.
  Alevtina screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - No! I won't tell! Ugh! I won't tell!
  The chief executioner noted:
  - Three shakes is enough! Now the block and stretch it.
  The torturers rushed to carry out the order. They dragged in stocks with special inserted rings, and hooks stuck out of the sides. And Alevtina's bare feet were tightly shackled.
  The girl hung naked and helpless. Then, on the executioner's orders, they began to hang weights on her hooks. First, weights weighing a pood each.
  Alevtina was silent, although her veins stretched out, as did her muscles. Then they led her with a weight of two poods. And again the beauty stretched out. Her body began to sweat and become covered in sweat. But Alevtina muttered again:
  - No! I won't tell!
  The executioners, obeying the chief's order, hung another three-pood weight on each side. The muscular girl became longer in appearance, and her veins protruded. That's how they took her and stretched her.
  Alevtina growled:
  - May you be damned!
  The chief executioner replied:
  - Well, now we should use the brazier! But so that the skin doesn't burn right away, grease it with torture fat!
  The torturers rushed to smear, without any ceremony. And the girl's bare soles began to shine. And she herself blushed with anger and shame, so the hands of stinking and sweaty men groped her.
  Next, the executioners laid thin logs under the girl's bare feet, sprinkled them with sulfur and set them on fire. The flame was kept at a distance so that it would not produce soot. It was quite painful, and the girl groaned.
  The chief executioner asked:
  - Are you going to talk?
  The warrior answered confidently:
  - No! I won't tell!
  Although her words were bursting out from the sides.
  The chief executioner ordered:
  - And now with a hot wire!
  And the torturers pulled the wire out of the fireplace. It was literally scarlet from the heat. And they began to beat the girl with all their might. With each blow the muscular, girlish body shook. And the other executioner raked the heat under the rack. And the flames flared up stronger, and it smelled as if a pig was being roasted.
  And then Alevtina took and began to sing, so as not to reveal the torment:
  A naked girl hung on the rack,
  And before she was a great queen...
  Now the slave girl is barefoot with chains,
  Here is fate, like life, like a needle!
  
  The same thing happens in the world sometimes,
  I was there, but at the top, and now in the darkness...
  In purple, scarlet, and became naked,
  And there is no place for you on Earth now!
  
  Well, fortunes sometimes have grins,
  When the king turns into zero...
  Sometimes the whole world is not enough for you,
  Then comes the sad role!
  
  So it turned out that pirates attacked,
  The palace is under attack, by a stinking crowd...
  I believe that the uncountable will come to their senses,
  And we will cope with this without counting the horde!
  
  I don't know why he throws the swing like that,
  Now up, then higher cascade...
  And you can plow the shallows of the beach with your stern,
  Or maybe it"s a truly demonic arrangement!
  
  Well, what about the executioner, there's no point in being a bazaar here,
  You can't lecture an idiot...
  Sometimes people solve problems with their throats,
  An enraged demon is going on the attack!
  
  Well, princess, you have to suffer painfully,
  The fire caresses the soles of the brazier...
  And I want to scream at the top of my lungs,
  But I can't cope with this girl alone!
  
  Oh Gods of Olympus, help me,
  Save me from the rack, the whip and the fire...
  You all will spare the naked girl,
  Here's an invoice, a penalty has accrued!
  
  Well, did the beauty get the whip?
  The executioner burned the chest with a red-hot rod...
  But this girl has a huge power hidden in her,
  Although there is often sorrowful crying!
  
  Well, is this war going to be serious?
  It's not just fire that will burn my heels...
  Believe me, it's not too late to dream about your loved one,
  The enemy can be so tough sometimes!
  
  Well, now that I am crucified on the rack,
  And they beat the girl with a barbed whip...
  The executioner burned the heels with the red-hot end,
  And my chest already begins to groan!
  
  The inquisitors tortured me for a long time,
  Broke all the toes on my bare feet...
  They acted, as you can see, vilely,
  You can't express this in sad verses!
  
  But the bastards still lowered the rack,
  And they wiped my body with alcohol and water...
  The lounger was lowered onto the soft straw,
  They just left the girl naked!
  
  I thought that I would end my days at the stake,
  That they will burn you like a witch in a hot fire...
  Or a stake will drill into my butt,
  They will send the beauty into captivity to Satan!
  
  Apparently the inquisitors need money,
  They took us to the slave market...
  And without leaving a single thread of clothing,
  Only the hair is decorated like a cream cake!
  
  The men looked lustfully and greedily,
  They couldn't find a better beauty...
  The infidels' eyes burned brightly,
  I look no more than twenty years old!
  
  Of course, everyone wanted to make love,
  And press the girl's strong body...
  Even though this may only end in pain,
  I myself began to tremble with desire!
  
  For a whole bag of golden ducats,
  They gave the girl to the Sultan for the harem...
  If they didn"t break you, neither the whip nor the roll,
  And the main ruler is cooler than a peer!
  
  Well, why is the girl bored in the harem?
  Although it is clear that great luxury reigns in it...
  The girl then won the lottery,
  Such a stunning golden view!
  
  But finally she is in the Sultan's box,
  Gave birth to an heir - that's a move...
  And the girl of the world, believe me, is not enough,
  She is ready to put legions to death!
  
  The Sultan has already died, she is an X-ray artist,
  She decided to take revenge on the executioners forever...
  The girl now has great hope,
  And now you can see anything on your shoulders!
  
  The infidel hordes are heading to Europe,
  The Ottomans are already approaching Rome in a crowd...
  The sultana girl cast a proud glance,
  She stepped on the throat with her mighty foot!
  
  The monarchs of Europe kiss her shoes,
  The Pope himself will not rise from his knees in Rome...
  And the Ottomans beat the priests,
  Now the inquisitors have been captured!
  
  Well, it looks like retribution has been accomplished,
  The girl is now at the pinnacle of success quite...
  She will now apparently give you mercy,
  And there are no more beautiful places on Earth!
  
  So, executioners, don"t rush to torture,
  Today she's naked on the rack, and tomorrow she's a king...
  And it"s better not to tempt your fortune,
  She used to be a victim, but now she's cool!
  
  So if the conscience of the cat is still left,
  Get me off the rack quickly...
  I can forgive you just a little bit,
  Here's the invoice, and a penalty has accrued!
  
  In short, she laughed to spite the executioners,
  And she showed them her long tongue...
  The rope on the rack has now broken,
  Under my bare feet the fire flames had already died down!
  . CHAPTER #6.
  Yes, barefoot pirates in just a bikini - that's so cool, it's colicky. And there won't be any bunny brothers.
  Pavel-Lev picked up an RPG and fired it with all his fury and destruction.
  And then chaos ensued again, with a fatal outcome.
  Well, why Alaska? Firstly, it borders the USSR, it is separated only slightly by the Bering Strait, and in winter it is very easy to pass through it.
  And secondly, the Yankees are not very good at fighting in the harsh, frosty climate. And it's winter.
  The scorched, tortured earth seething with pain. And around the trenches there is snow, even snowdrifts worthy of the fairy tale about the Snow Queen. Fierce cold, hellish frosts. And our proud and invincible warriors were transported there. And they found themselves in Alaska when the long, cruel, polar night still stands.
  Alice involuntarily shudders, it seems that polar bears are moving in the snowdrifts. In fact, these are ordinary Russian soldiers, in their protective camouflage grayed with soot, fighting local battles during the protracted night time.
  But it's not just the Red Army soldiers here, yellow, narrow-eyed Chinese are fighting nearby, accustomed to a much warmer climate, literally shaking from the cold. Their tired faces are dimly illuminated as if by a timid spring sun, although in fact these are just ordinary pocket flashlights, and especially powerful and energy-intensive batteries.
  It is especially hard in the cold, which is natural for the Chinese, who are not used to the cold weather, and they, having lost the remnants of their former courage, hid in deep dugouts. Russian soldiers stand guard and wait. They must stand firm and win, and the enemy will soon warm them with a fire.
  The fate of the redistribution of the world is being decided here. The enemy is strong, ambitious, superbly armed. And not as cowardly as is commonly believed.
  Terribly stubborn; the Americans have attacked nineteen times in the last week alone, and there is a massive, tireless effort to push the Soviet army off the crucial bridgehead.
  For reasons that are not entirely clear, there had been no reinforcements for a long time, but the Americans and their allies had brought in fresh forces; the weather was really terrible, completely unflyable, which made the defense easier.
  Alice looks around and notices that she is only in light summer camouflage on her naked body, and barefoot in the bitter cold. Her poor little feet are defenseless against the bitter cold. Even her toes have turned blue and hurt a lot... They do move, though, and in general it feels like she, a snowless warrior, is quite used to running around huge snowdrifts, laughing at the arctic frosts and blizzards.
  Moreover, there is a barefoot beauty next to her, Angelica, who smiles back at her and says:
  - The cold is not scary if your heart is burning and your head is filled with icy calm!
  Alice agrees with her:
  - You can survive by freezing problems or emotions, but you can"t live if your feelings have cooled down!
  Angelica scraped the snowdrift with her foot, dug a small hole in it and suggested:
  - Maybe we should sing a song?
  Alice shook her head in displeasure, but then suddenly changed her mind:
  - You're right, let's sing better! Otherwise, my soul is really scratching, not even cats are cute creatures, but lousy jackals!
  Angelica decided to show off her intelligence here too:
  - A jackal can defeat a tiger if the latter is a jackal in battle and a tiger in choosing an opponent!
  Instead of answering, Alice began to sing;
  Russia, you are a great and kind country,
  You shine brighter than the sun for the planet and the universe!
  Sometimes the war cruelly burns the land,
  But the song flows violently from the girls' lips!
  
  Christ the great shepherd-lord,
  And in the universe there is no king more famous!
  He inspired the Fatherland, which has no higher, to feats,
  Forward to the attack, with a boisterous Russian song!
  
  And if you, warrior, rose from the trench,
  There is no need to doubt it!
  The soul's impulses, of wonderful, tender beauty,
  In Russia, every person is a genius!
  
  Oh, how blooming it is in our wonderful land,
  Birches, poplars, aspens are rustling!
  Here comes a rider riding on a hot steed,
  Holy invincible spirit of Russia!
  
  Of course there are many people on Earth,
  Stupid, sick and downright unpleasant!
  And in every herd there is also a notorious villain,
  The doer of vile and depraved deeds!
  
  But the Motherland was born so pure without decay,
  And she grew up, big and beautiful!
  In Russia the government has become very wise and great,
  And whoever does not believe has acted in vain!
  
  Although the rebel is essentially a dispossessed poet,
  He is the offspring of harsh autumn!
  Of course, he will tell the authorities, no to pompous praise!
  It's high time for a new person to rule the country!
  
  And here, of course, he is essentially right,
  Government corrupts hearts so much!
  After all, the state is rotten at the root,
  When a personality gets stuck on the throne!
  
  Believe me, everyone wants to make their dreams come true,
  So to be embodied in a line or a poem!
  Creation in nature does not desire emptiness,
  Everything has its own solution and time!
  
  And for me the pinnacle of passion is battle,
  The maiden immersed herself in it with her whole body!
  I believe, knight, we will live with you,
  And joyful youth will be eternal!
  While the girls were singing (Angelica caught the pores of her friend), the time approached noon.
  The sun was already languid and timid, like a hare spying on people, peering out from behind the clouds framing the horizon. Like a ping-pong ball, jumping, jumping, only to roll back into the hole.
  The male soldiers expressed their approval of the girls and offered them some tobacco. Alice resolutely refused:
  - There is no point in smoking this crap at all. Anyone who smokes a cigarette to the sky will never be able to live to see the earthly paradise built by people!
  Angelica added aggressively:
  - So whoever starts smoking, I'll kick him in the forehead and he'll go to the bottom!
  Platoon commander Vasily Ivanovich Yanchishin peers into the distance, tensely, so much so that his cheekbones are clenched. What do he care about these stupid girls, who have never grown up, with fresh skin on which even shell fragments do not leave scars.
  They can swagger, have fun, jumping on the snow with their bare feet, as if on cotton candy. And he has his own worries, responsibilities...
  War is a hard and dangerous thing, and that's why Stalin gave them the order to chicken out, or even if they didn't chicken out, but their death wouldn't do any good to the Fatherland. And it's damn cold, your nose is about to fall off, and you have to sip some flammable aviation alcohol from your flask, otherwise you won't survive.
  There in the distance, I heard a heavy roar, an experienced commander understands: massive tanks are approaching.
  Yanchishin estimates the approximate layout and shakes his head skeptically. They don't have much, there is a clear inequality of forces. The commander throws out:
  - You can fight with numbers, you can even win, but you cannot immortalize the victory!
  The Russian knights are armed with anti-tank grenade launchers, but unfortunately, there are no cannons. True, there are a small number of mines on the front line, an area that is obviously poorly covered to any cadet.
  In such an important area there are people... Thirty. Plus two more girls with a reputation as invincible terminators. But the SATO command doesn't know about them. So the enemy's calculations are generally logical.
  The Yankees obviously want to break through here, then strike the Chinese diagonally in the rear, hoping to cause panic. Widely tested during the Second World War - a traditional tactic, to the point of routine banality.
  Alice also looks at the front line.
  Here they are, metal ships crawling, there are only thirty-two of them, no more, a one-to-one ratio of 26 American and 4 Canadian and two British. Behind, at some distance, crawl armored personnel carriers with infantry. These machines are shaped like a shark's snout from the front, and even have teeth painted on them.
  The blonde warrior makes eyes and says:
  - A menacing appearance, often turns pale, if there is only a semblance!
  Angelica waves her hand in response and says:
  - Here you have the appearance of learning! Or over-learning!
  Instead of answering, Alice aims her sniper rifle and can't decide where to shoot. The Americans have special tanks, laid out like chocolate bars. That's strange. And the periscope... It seems to be there, but somehow it's not right...
  Yanchishin whispers:
  - The fight is unequal, but... But at least it"s fair on our part!
  Alice shoots and looks... She hits something like a sight, but there is no reaction yet. The girl mutters:
  - Better to Sochi than to Alaska!
  Angelica teases sarcastically:
  - You've always had a simply pathological urge to desert!
  Alice was offended:
  - When did I run from the battlefield?
  Angelica said sarcastically:
  - And it is not necessary to do it literally with your feet. Sometimes it is enough to change in thoughts and the fact of betrayal will be even more disgusting.
  Instead of answering, Alice sends a well-aimed bullet, knocking off the enemy's antenna and grinning:
  - More action - less talk! A pioneer is always ready!
  Since it is difficult to hit the optics - it is behind special armored glass - the girls hit the antennas. Disrupting the connection will not add combat capability to the armored turtles.
  The tanks are inexorably approaching and the first of them runs into an anti-tank mine. It exploded like a rotten tomato thrown at them. They began to explode, detonating shells. The mechanical monsters of the allies respond, but seeing the targets, their shells, as a rule, go "milk" past the trenches. Only one of the soldiers was slightly sang by a fragment. The second tank was also blown up, the mines are powerful with semi-liquid explosives inside. The Americans made an attempt to regroup, the rest of the vehicles rushed into the passage, our grenade launchers opened fire, two tanks were immediately knocked out, cumulative charges burned through the more weakly armored hull. But the rest of the mastodons, bestowing, or rather snapping gifts of death, continued to approach. Alice sarcastically noted:
  - Tanka comes from the word tank, only there is no fuel in the heads of their commanders.
  Angelica, having knocked down another antenna, noted:
  - Do we have you?
  The blonde warrior grimaced:
  - What's wrong?
  - And the one who fights with snipers against tanks. Even a sapper shovel is sometimes more effective.
  The Yankees are pressing, firing machine guns and pinning the soldiers to the ground with dense bursts. Some of the attackers' vehicles are distinguished by their large size and wide tracks. Commander Vasya knew that such vehicles should be hit precisely by the tracks. It is useless to fire into the Nimitz's turret. Why is it useless? Yes. You can't penetrate the active armor, even with a cumulative charge, the hull of the Nimitz, unlike the Paton, is also reinforced.
  You also need to skillfully insert it into the caterpillar so that the monster is definitely immobilized and the rollers are torn off the cart, and then it won"t be able to get out of the battlefield.
  A cocktail like an improved Molotov, but a miniature rocket launcher designed for short distances, was also not bad in a battle with the iron freak. Even Alice picked up a similar, semi-homemade contraption. She stuck it in the most vulnerable place and licked her lips and shouted:
  - If you want to fry a flounder, here you go!
  It was a precise hit and the huge tank was burning. The other soldiers were also not asleep. Angelica, her fresh victim, notes in rhyme:
  Woe to him who fights,
  In battle with Russian Ivan!
  If the enemy goes berserk,
  I'll beat that bastard to death!
  The squad also has losses, but there is no hint of panic. The enemy keeps coming and coming. The bullet clicks right next to the girls. But this is even better, one tank has come closer, you can throw the incendiary mixture with your hands. Alisa also adds smiling:
  - Closer to me, tanks! We'll take you, handsome man, in. And Angelica, picking up the container with her bare toes, throws it with her foot, making the box on the tracks and with the muzzle burn. Ten have already been knocked out. Alice roars:
  - Don't fall behind!
  Managed to cover one more, and the remaining soldiers four. Some of the Americans were unlucky enough to run into a mine that was closer to the trenches already sixteen!
  Angelica throws the mixture, other fighters hit almost point-blank with grenade launchers... nineteen.
  And three more tanks are finished off with grenades thrown from both hands. The advancing tanks of the SATO army are at a loss. They have stopped... This time, Alisa has launched a charge with her muscular, bare foot. The severe frost even stimulates them, adding vigor, the cold is like a whip, whipping horses. Yanchishin himself chops the enemy, choosing an angle where there is a chance to penetrate, the bottom due to the ricochet of the cumulative recoilless. The seasoned fighter whispers:
  - You're lying, you won't take it, the tank is like a louse.
  Although of course it is risky to fight so close to point-blank range, but at least the enemy machine guns have a specific dead zone
  Angelica destroys two cars at once, both with her legs and by shooting from her hand. The fiery devil whispers:
  - It is better to attack on two fronts than to defend!
  Alice added:
  - Including on the love front! A wise commander can successfully attack on two fronts, a stupid politician cannot hold the line even on one!
  The last tanks are destroyed and you can switch to more lightly armored vehicles.
  However, there was no real battle here; the armored personnel carriers with soldiers are running away, it seems they got a fair amount of beating. Angelica yells after them:
  - What cowards you are. Tanks are weak against infantry. So run and march to a shameful retreat without a break! You'll get it!
  Alice adds:
  - In war, as at a feast, no one knows the limits of gluttony, but having had enough, they don"t ask for more!
  The first wave was driven away. Victory, and this certainly means a lot to the tired soldiers. Some even finally pay attention to the girls, especially to the golden-brown legs exposed just above the knees. The girls make faces in response.
  But here's the problem - the NATO troops clearly don't want to give them a break, almost immediately heavy artillery opened fire, explosive shells rained down. Even rocket launchers were used here, devastating entire hectares of soil. The rest of the platoon hurriedly hid in the dugout. Several guys who didn't make it in time met their death. The dugout was cramped, but deep with reinforced concrete walls. The Americans themselves had built it as a strong point, and ours had captured it. In the cramped quarters and almost complete darkness illuminated only by pocket flashlights, Alisa felt the soldiers' rough hands stroking her bare feet. The girls felt pleasant and at the same time ashamed. At the same time, she felt sorry for the young soldiers yearning for female affection, and she said:
  - Let's consider this to be a basic warming massage.
  Angelica says with irritation:
  - And stretch my legs too, we were out in the cold together after all!
  After the snowdrifts and permafrost, you get high from these stroking and feeling. However, not allowing to cross the line of what is permitted. The cannonade lasted for two whole hours, plowing the field, as if the god Perun was planting the hellish seed, harnessing the guard of the ancient Slavic underworld, the Lizard. Then, immediately after its end, the surviving soldiers reluctantly took up combat positions. As it turned out, it was not for nothing that tanks and self-propelled guns began to crawl again.
  Angelica winked at her friend and said with a cheerful grin:
  - The better! Let's have some real fun and unburden ourselves!
  Alice was so optimistic:
  - We might end up playing in a box ourselves!
  And not without reason, the girl was worried, there are many more than a hundred tanks, they are going straight ahead, firing from machine guns and their semi-automatic guns. To top it all off, combat helicopters appeared in the sky, clearly things are taking a sharp turn. The soldiers courageously look death in the face, ready to accept the challenge of a demon with a bare skull and crooked braids rusted with blood. Angelica notes:
  - Many enemies not only make war more interesting, they also won't let you get bored if there's little work to do after they're captured!
  All their grenade launchers are open fire, the girls are working energetically throwing gifts of annihilation with their feet. Alice is also trying to combine shooting with her hand and throwing with her feet. Especially after the touch of men's hands, they have acquired literally titanic power.
  Everyone is full of enthusiasm, and here again the knocked out tanks are burning, belching out stinking, acrid smoke. The remnants of the platoon are dying quickly but heroically, helicopters are thrashing from the air, spewing out rockets, one of them is shot down by a well-aimed shot from a grenade launcher. And Angelica shot down another overly zealous one by throwing a grenade with her foot. The girls' muscles rolled aggressively under their skin. Yanchishin knocked out a tank, at that moment one of the helicopters hovered and released a charge. Vasily, his face twisted in pain, fired and knocked out the flying machine. Alisa also hit another meat grinder. A powerful explosion thundered practically nearby, raising clouds of earth, bloody pieces of human flesh flew. "Angelica", a friend of my harsh days, is dying - a desperate thought flashed through my mind. Having raised the "Fly" rocket launcher and pulled the lever, the huge helicopter nicknamed for its streamlined shape and virtual invisibility to radar "Black Barracuda" fell engulfed in flames down, right on the American troops, covering a couple of tanks. The movement of the mastodons of their alloy steel, and some even with the inclusion of depleted uranium, slightly slowed down. Vasily took advantage of this and set another tank on fire. A machine gun burst pierced his arm, paralyzed his shoulder. Angelica, like a dolphin from the water's surface, emerged from under a snowdrift, where she was driven by a blast wave, and responded to the enemy. She responded strongly, the helicopters smoked like street punks in a gateway smoking lousy cigarettes. And Alisa did not lose heart at all, she shot down and bared her fangs:
  - You have nowhere to go, freaks! We'll grind you into dust!
  The evil enemies were even a little confused, but then the tanks rushed forward again, resuming fire. The self-propelled guns also struck. Some assault guns are heavy: 320-millimeter caliber. They tear out eardrums with blast waves. And shrapnel cuts the elastic, unwilling skin of the girls.
  The last soldiers fell under the tanks. Losing consciousness, our Soviet soldier Vasily Ivanovich Yashin with difficulty picked up a bunch of grenades, and managed to throw the deadly load under the steel monstrous machine. A powerful explosion thundered, and the light around went dark.
  The girls were also buried in snowdrifts, and were shaken off with such force that their powerful bodies passed out.
  No longer meeting resistance, the armada of steel machines rushed forward like the cavalry of Genghis Khan, furrowing the snow-white field with their tracks. Behind the tanks moved armored personnel carriers, the motorized infantry, mostly blacks, bared their teeth in a grin, it seemed that the breakthrough was a complete success.
  Suddenly, flying tanks of the improved modification M-34 appeared and brought down a blow on the "Black Barracudas". A fierce air battle began, the tanks stopped waiting for the outcome, the battle developed with extreme ferocity. The scales of combat swung from side to side in the battle. The enemy also snapped back furiously. Reinforcements flew up to both sides. In addition to large machines, very small flying machines participated in the battle, where Soviet pilots were lying down. Both sides furiously let each other's blood, until finally the Americans could not stand it: the persistent high-tech onslaught of Soviet helicopters turned to shameful flight, losing numerous burning machines. Some of the flying tanks rushed to pursue the enemy, others began to hit ground targets, destroying steel boxes. Suddenly, a real cascade of blindingly bright missiles appeared from the sky, raining down on the armored turtles. Having turned around, the vaunted NATO "Bars", "Leopards", "Cheetahs", "Jaguars", "Nimitzes" fled the battlefield, losing soldiers and equipment in droves. In the battle with thirty-two Soviet soldiers alone, the troops of the North Atlantic bloc lost 62 tanks, 36 armored personnel carriers and 15 helicopters. In total, over 200 tanks and no less armored personnel carriers and more than 140 helicopters burned down, every day both sides suffered huge losses.
  Alice woke up from a strong shake. Angelica shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - We two idiots slept not a couple of hours, but more than ten. And when you need to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible, that's practically treason!
  The blonde warrior jumped up briskly and, energetically moving her legs, shouted:
  - Don't panic! You can make up for lost time, but you can't compensate for mental depravity!
  Suddenly, there was a change: the stars finally faded, and it became completely dark, only the reflection of the fairy-tale sword allowed him to see at least something in this darkness. And Eltul seemed to be in hell now. And it was good to be armed, in case of an attack by devils.
  - The moment of truth has arrived! - Cipollino said. - Now endure the final battle.
  Pencil-Dunno added:
  - Look up!
  The elf boy looked up, and an incredible image of a gigantic dragon appeared in the sky. Its skin flowed over its huge body like fiery lava. Eltul felt scared for a moment, but the magic sword of the cartoon gods calmed him down.
  - I am ready to fight and win! - The elf boy said bravely.
  At that moment, fiery columns flew out of the dragon's twelve mouths. They hit Eltul. The poor elf boy felt himself burning, screamed desperately and... woke up!
  It was as if the power of a thousand thousand demons had awakened within him. And a cruel and fabulous battle began.
  Eltul made a few swipes in a split second, and the flames surrounding him went out. Then the elf boy sang:
  The warrior of light does not groan in pain,
  His laser sword doesn't scare him!
  He won't drown even in a black hole,
  His spirit will not burn in the plasma of the stars!
  And a swift counterattack, but the dragon is on guard and surprisingly easily for such a weight takes off, and tries to thrust again with fire! Eltul in response jumps up and takes out the dragon's right paw.
  The one, having had his middle finger, huge as a cedar trunk, cut off, gained altitude and smashed with a whole stream of fiery waterfall. The dragon's pestle with a crooked claw leaving a bloody streak in the air fell. Eltul joyfully shouted:
  - Elf versus dragon? One zero in my favor!
  Now the battle had moved to the tactical plane. The dragon, having gained altitude, took advantage of the fact that he was difficult to reach. He himself, in turn, pounded from a great distance with streams of fire. The flower elf twirled his sword and scattered tongues of fire. Thus, not allowing the enemy to fry himself.
  But on the other hand, he couldn't reach the enemy. Just try to fight like that!
  A situation arose where two boxers were exchanging blows. But one of them was long-armed and stood so far away that he was out of reach, while the other one, although he caught the hooks, went into safe defense.
  Eltul was waiting for now, he was counting on throwing his sword at the enemy, but he was afraid of the risk that the weapon would be intercepted. And then there would be nothing to cut off the streams of fire with: "they will definitely fry him"!
  On the other hand, the dragon was afraid to descend, they could chop him down. And then maybe they could take him by attrition.
  From twelve mouths erupted a stormy, boiling lava of furious flame. It fell on the Earth, and caused the grass to ignite, and the earth to melt into glass. And the turf was already on fire...
  But it's not so pleasant, the bare, still childish-looking, pink heels of the elf boy began to burn. Although the soles of elves are actually different than they seem at first glance - still not very pleasant!
  And Eltul logically noted:
  - A tramp is one who allows himself to be taken advantage of by cunning people!
  The dragon only hissed again in response... And spat a fire with pulsars. They covered the entire square. Even Chipollino, who was standing a little to the side, got it. The onion man jumped back and cried out in annoyance:
  - What do you mean, who are you?
  Eltul realized then... Well, he is a color elf and already a fairly experienced wizard. And of course, he is capable of fighting successfully and most importantly... flying!
  Eltul cast a spell, simultaneously deflecting the fiery streams with a spin of the shining sword of the gods, after which his feet, covered with small blisters, tore off the ground. At first, the torn off was smooth, but then his speed began to increase!
  Eltul muttered the mantu of flight again. After all, the flower elves are strong in magic, and they are destined to fly by nature. They are even children of the sky, striving for heights!
  Eltul said to himself:
  -To fly you need to work hard, to fly in you just need to shirk work!
  The dragon didn't avoid the meeting either. He attacked the enemy straight in the forehead, trying to grab him with his long claws. Moreover, the monster's nails sometimes lengthened, sometimes curled up.
  But Eltul's sword cut faster, and the enemy lost several more fingers, which curled up and caught fire in flight. Dark purple blood erupted from the severed limbs.
  Sometimes it bubbled like champagne, and sometimes it caught fire like gasoline. This is what a wounded dragon looked like. And he even tried to use his fangs!
  Here the young warrior made a cool lunge in flight, chopping off one of the twelve heads. The thick neck burst under the blow of the magic sword and the big head, twisting, flew down. Eltul wittily expressed himself:
  - When the pot is empty, it flies up not from a violent wind, but from a cold-blooded blow!
  The dragon suddenly spoke in a human voice:
  - Are you also a philosopher?
  Eltul replied with a smile:
  - Philosophy is a net for catching frivolous simpletons, but the cells in it depend on the frequency of the brain convolutions!
  The dragon then swears in a banal manner:
  - You don't have any!
  Eltul chuckled:
  - Sit down, two! Not witty, but stupid!
  And another head off! They cut it off completely - like going all in!
  The dragon expressed contempt:
  - A hairdresser with foam still at the mouth!
  Eltul retorted:
  - But at least you have a smart mouth!
  And again the attack. The dragon had clearly lost its mobility and was not in time. And the sword played the role of a shield perfectly. And so the third head left, and after it the fourth.
  The dragon noted:
  - Lucky, lucky at last! God knows I've reached the point! My tongue, like a spear-broom, will smash the shard into pieces!
  Eltul logically noted:
  - There are a lot of fools in Russia, but I"m sequestering one right now!
  The dragon retorted sarcastically:
  - And only one!
  The fifth one, the head, flew off, by the way, it exploded in the air, scattering confetti. Showered with glitter!
  Eltul giggled like a clown:
  - One, but in twelve heads!
  The dragon spat out a large icicle and sang:
  - Head, head, smart head! And to a smart head, and also dexterity!
  Eltul cut off the sixth head and sang:
  - Let Europe envy us! Divide the bad presidents in half! Not knowing the problem, they shoot us in the back! Half for you and half for me!
  Then the reptile, having lost its seventh head, began to sing:
  - Dragon dad, dragon dad! He fell under the table from a hangover!
  Eltul chopped off the eighth head and added:
  - Fire, fire, agony!
  But the reptile on wings the size of an Airbus changed tactics and drove the stream of flame like a solid, full-flowing river. And then the goal is partially achieved, make them constantly wave and fight off the fire!
  Eltul, having slightly burned himself with his throw, reached the ninth head and sang:
  - Whoever was president before will turn into zero! Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! Handsome alcohol!
  The dragon answered beautifully:
  - Don't lose your head! Don't rush! Don't lose your head! I tell you for sure!
  Eltul sang along to the earthly hit:
  - Write this down in your notebook, on every page! The State Duma must be dissolved! The State Duma must be dissolved!
  The dragon agreed with this:
  - That's definitely the way it should be!
  And the loss of the tenth head. It turned out cleverly. But the winged reptile was not despondent:
  - There are eight of you, two of us - the layout before the battle, not ours, but he will shoot! Elf, hold on - I won't live with you, but we have to play our cards!
  Eltul replied mockingly:
  - He has sailed to the slaughter! Trust in the Milky Way - now in the reliability of the lines!
  The dragon squealed:
  - But Yarosh himself came out to meet you!
  Eltul chopped off the eleventh head and added:
  - Goodbye! I'll take it head-on!
  The dragon, whose only head remained, seemed to sing with its belly:
  - I'm going to hell, but others will settle scores with you!
  Eltul retorted:
  - Well, the dragon is just like a child!
  He sang in response:
  - Our carcasses will take off like two airplanes!
  Eltul retorted:
  - You can't throw us in the toilet!
  The dragon wanted to say something else, but the twelfth head was also cut off and flew a little exploded, as if the queen's necklace had been scattered and all the diamonds had instantly charred. But the duel did not end there. Here, in the place of the decapitated dragon, a beautiful girl suddenly materialized. She was holding two swords in her hands, and of great length, and was flying.
  A brutal battle with the destruction of everything and everyone was brewing.
  Eltul nevertheless suggested:
  - How about, my dear, we measure our wits?
  The girl went on the offensive, singing along:
  - Well, why? I'm a first-grader in my mind!
  And then followed a swift but fruitless attack. Eltul could have counterattacked, but for now he kept his cool. Or rather, on the contrary, he lost his head because of beauty. That's the kind of thing: If you're right, justice justifies cruelty, but only to the extent that it doesn't turn the victim into an executioner!
  &
  &they now have a situation where one wants to, but can"t, and the other can, but doesn"t want to!
  The warrior attacked Eltul, and the young man tried to get her to talk:
  - You are simply an angel in the flesh! Shall we drive the pawn to the queen?
  The warrior replied:
  - We've traveled all over the world! Okay, overseas or bad! Perform any miracle!
  The swords touched and clanged every now and then, emitting sparks. Which made everything look wonderful, like in a blockbuster. Only this time and now a beauty was fighting a handsome man. And this one's jaws were clenched!
  And what a figure the girl has! It's simply a sight to behold! You can't tell it in a fairy tale, or prove it with a pen!
  Finally, after knocking out this shock of sparks, the warrior suggested:
  - I'll give up if you guess the riddle!
  Eltul agreed, nodding like a woodpecker:
  - It's coming! Make a wish!
  The girl with the deadly blade asked a question:
  - It really exists, but no one believes it! It blinds, but no one sees! It hits, but no one feels!
  Eltul thought for a moment and, repelling the attacks, began to reason out loud:
  - If we assume that it is truth, or the truth, then the first two coincide. Truth or the truth is not believed in, it blinds, but is often not visible. But when it hits... When the truth hits, you will definitely feel it.
  The warrior answered offendedly:
  - Well, you think that a lady in such an important matter would ask you a riddle with an answer that is banal and self-evident. - The terminator girl scratched her eyelash with the tip of her blade. - The answer is not so obvious here!
  Eltul was forced to agree:
  - Yes! There are many mysteries about truth and justice, it"s a hackneyed topic.
  The young warrior suggested, just think a little and, parrying the blows of the persistent girl. - I think the key to the solution is in the third phrase. That's what can really hit and you won't feel it. Well, it's not conscience and a sledgehammer.
  The girl began to move even faster and giggle:
  - Yes, I fooled you cleverly! What exists and what is not believed in, will be yours now!
  . CHAPTER #8.
  Eltul blurted out:
  - Death! - And he hastened to add. - It really exists, but a person doesn't believe it until he dies. It really does blind, but it's often invisible. And when death really strikes you, at least the body won't feel it!
  The warrior stopped her attack and, although she crossed her swords in front of her, she did not give up:
  - Logically, the answer is clear. And it seems like everything matches, but... I warned you, there won't be a banal answer. Aren't there enough riddles about death? - The terminator girl confirmed. - No, it's not death!
  It suddenly dawned on Eltulya:
  - Then omnipotence! That also coincides - it really exists, but they don't believe it, it blinds, and at the same time it's not visible. It hits the carrier, but who doesn't feel this burden! Plus, this is exactly what awaits me!
  The warrior was embarrassed:
  - What else?
  Eltul added:
  - And since Omnipotence is the prerogative of God the Creator, then... - Usually, mere mortals do not attribute this to themselves!
  The warrior smiled radiantly and agreed:
  - Correct! You guessed correctly!
  And then the terminator girl changed her appearance, appearing instead of medieval armor in an oriental turban and decorations typical of the sultan's harem. And her voice now became a low bass:
  - That's right, hero! The artifact is yours as well as the reward! - We give you the Omnipotence of the Creator and Lord of the universe!
  Eltul blinked his eyes in bewilderment:
  - How serious is this?
  The Eastern-type warrior nodded with a smile:
  - Of course! It couldn't be more serious!
  Eltul still didn"t believe it:
  - How can I use my power?
  The beauty replied:
  - Make love to me... And when you finish, you will immediately understand that you are Almighty, and you will really know how to use your power, as if you were born a Deity with a capital letter.
  Eltul sensed a catch and so asked:
  - And I will be able to return to my world and help the Motherland of Tsvetoelfastan?
  The warrior woman had already become somewhat depressed:
  - No! Your Omnipotence is only for this universe!
  Eltul chuckled in disappointment:
  - So this is an illusion, like a virtual machine? Waste of time!
  The warrior objected:
  - No! Don't think so! Firstly, your Omnipotence extends here, even to time. That is, you can rewind everything and not lose anything. And secondly... Well, having Omnipotence you can gain knowledge that will be useful in war!
  Eltul opened his arms to his beloved:
  - I agree to everything!
  And their bodies merged, the lovers were covered by a cascade of mutual orgasms. It turned out to be so wonderful that it is impossible to find expressions and describe them in the poor human language. But here is the main result, the color elf, having discharged, actually became an Almighty demiurge. Just like that, without lightning and a trumpet voice. He just took it and immediately felt his Deity.
  The phrase flashed through my head:
  A sharp word is good, but it is even better to have a sharp eye to notice in time a cobblestone thrown at you for a sharp expression!
  Now Eltul could do everything... At least in this universe. And he realized the emptiness of this Universe, where endless energies slumbered in a vacuum.
  - Let there be light! - Eltul said...
  And millions of millions of stars blazed up in the universe at once. Just like in the human Bible - He commanded and everything happened. He ordered - it happened!
  It turned out to be not difficult at all to create and so natural, as if Eltul had been doing it for ages. Hmm - he really is all-powerful now? So why don't the stars become more diverse in form. For example, in the form of orders and medals of many races...
  Eltul began to have fun, which is very funny. To invent other rewards...
  And then a great idea flashed through his mind - to recreate the Earth. He had spent more than ten years on it, and given the great memory of a magic-wielding color elf, he could create a 100% duplicate, including the personal matrices of all people.
  Yes, these are interesting people... Try to promote them... The date of reorganization is 2013, January 1st.
  Eltul first imagined the Earth in the smallest details, then the solar system. And then the entire galaxy.... It was amazing how easily and automatically it fit into his head.... One. Two, three! And here is the galaxy!
  Purely earthly - the Crab Nebula together with photons and elementary particles. That's what he did! Now he has the whole world in his pocket! Or rather, in the palm of his hand! And a metagalaxy has been created in the form of a duplicate.
  Just a black vacuum, and now the stars are blazing. They appeared like sympathetic ink, only the opposite, white and bright, on a black background.
  Eltul grew in size and placed his palm on the Earth... Warm at the equator and cool at the poles. Here is the planet that is better than no other. For experiments, of course. Here in particular, how many countries and peoples are here...
  According to Eltul, the planet Earth is moving in the wrong direction. If in all the worlds known to the color elf who became a demiurge, the number of states usually decreased with development. Then here it began to grow in an incomprehensible way. Surprisingly, the world is fragmenting among people. Probably, Russia will be affected by a similar process - Eltul suggested. It is too multinational a country, where the government has already become overly greedy, and the regions, on the contrary, are deprived and robbed by greedy officials. And who needs to feed the greedy center - the vacuum cleaner-funnel Moscow?
  But since he is God, the human Universe is now his. The primordial Earth, created earlier by a demiurge unknown to Eltul, already exists... Now we can start improving it...
  In general, people are strange creatures - their individualism is expressed to an extreme degree. For example, Christians have one Bible and at the same time there are more than two thousand different confessions and sects, each of which claims the exclusivity of truth. Although in general, no - there are confessions and their number is growing, which claim the fullness of truth and consider the people of God, there are in all churches.
  Islam, with its dozens of currents, is more characterized by belief in its own exclusivity.
  The fact that people sometimes believe fanatically without any evidence does not surprise the color elf too much. Even robots have their own beliefs, and excellent ones at that. But color elves do not have this. That one book and a thousand interpretations. And even more so, color elves do not accept the very concept of the untrue.
  Well, who will teach among civilized beings as in the Koran, that if you don"t believe it, the prophet will be endlessly tormented in hell? Savagery!
  They have high tolerance for color elves, as well as other races. The main criterion is not to impose anything on anyone. Let people have freedom of choice, and they decide for themselves!
  Eltül finished painting the universe in which the earthlings live and was surprised at how easy the duplication was. It is probably connected with the peculiarities of their nation's brain perception in the hypernoosphere. And thus everything becomes much more interesting.
  Eltul was transformed at once, and in a split second he found himself in the very center of Moscow on Manezhnaya Square not far from Lenin's Mausoleum. The boy-demiurge had already been here in his time. In particular, the sight of the sleeping Vladimir Ilyich made a strong impression on him. There was even a backlight, which made Lenin's face look young and pink. And the leader of the world proletariat himself was asleep.
  Eltul took the form of a human boy, and walked in blue shorts with black stripes and, of course, barefoot, feeling with pleasure how his bare sole bites the compacted snow. So, of course, walking, turning into a half-run is very pleasant.
  And when ordinary Muscovites look back, it is even more pleasant. They are amazed by his fearlessness. Such a brave boy is not afraid of the cold, and some think he is crazy or an athlete! Eltul's muscles are really well-defined, albeit without much mass.
  And here come the police... How they whistle! So piercingly, like pistol trills...
  Eltul caught their thoughts: the kid is on drugs, or drunk. A normal guy wouldn't run around barefoot in the snow like a crazy hare. So they want to test him...
  The policeman on the right had his holster unfastened and his pistol fell out and hit the toe of his boot painfully, causing him to scream. The second policeman's legs got tangled in his holster and he flew upside down, his teeth chattering. Several teeth just flew out and... Having turned into snowmen with hamster heads, they made a nose and ran.
  Well, the third policeman had to do it all. The dog he had let loose after the young runner suddenly turned into a three-headed scaly dog and howled at the policeman... He even flattened himself out of fear and suddenly started jumping like a rubber rabbit.
  Eltul joked at this:
  - Often, a person, having become a god, at least a little crucifies people to the fullest extent!
  Indeed, the score is currently three to zero, which means he played the game according to the Divine.
  Eltul jumped up to the festive crowd. At his appearance the policemen jumped aside, and the most important of them suddenly fluttered his butterfly wings. And Eltul flew over the crowd, waving his hand and catching their delighted cries, sang:
  - And I fly, I fly high! Flying over the roofs freely and easily!
  After which a globe of precious stones appeared under the boy's feet, with two charming girls on either side. The young demiurge, continuing to fly, made beautiful biceps. They immediately tensed and grew in size. And now, instead of the boy, a real Hercules danced in front of them. And Eltul kissed the girl's hands and sang:
  There is no way to curb a person,
  The desire to become the Supreme Almighty!
  So that the Earth rules the entire Universe,
  And each with powerful knowledge, Omnipresent!
  
  But in this case, we have the power,
  Sometimes unstoppable, like a storm!
  We strike at the forehead, not just at the eye,
  We create the universe without any slacking!
  
  Everyone has their own big diamond,
  His mind is hot, like a flame splashing!
  And so that the radiant fire does not go out,
  Guys, love our Russian women!
  
  Everyone has their own reason in battle,
  We fight for happiness in the world!
  The enemy will be crushed with great force,
  And Heaven and Earth are under our power!
  
  Create a beautiful world for yourself,
  Where there are big palm trees on the ice cream!
  Well, what can Shakespeare come up with for you?
  A hundred universes? Don't lie about the fullness!
  
  And I will give you one answer, fighter,
  Science can give immortality!
  The quasar will perform a simple sonnet for you,
  May you not suffer sorrow and death!
  
  Then everyone will get a sweet cake,
  A big monkey-malpa for a wife!
  I made a sketch of a still life in oil,
  And I will not create the Devil for you!
  Eltul stopped here and asked the crowd, moving from the ball to the elephant. Moreover, he made his voice deafeningly thunderous:
  -What do you want from me?
  The old woman standing in the front row automatically shouted:
  - Good health!
  Eltul looked at the group of old women. He winced, their appearance was unpleasant after all. The young man sang:
  Year after year, years go by in a caravan,
  The old lady will melt into the moss on her cheeks...
  And what became bad with the slender figure,
  I don"t understand where my youth went!
  The young demiurge finished singing, changed the elephant for a golden pyramid that rose steeply into the sky and said:
  - I'm giving you back your youth!
  The old ladies didn't even have time to blink before a hundred photoblogs and a dozen old ladies flashed, disappeared... In their place appeared a pack of beautiful girls of about eighteen, in village, but with a festive ornament, costumes. They, looking at the pyramid and the boy-demiurge sitting on it, screamed shrilly and... They rushed to run, flashing their bare feet, quickly reddening in the frost.
  It was heard..
  - Devil!
  - Satan!
  - Weselwul!
  By the way, a sigh of horror passed through the crowd. The overfed Muscovites had already seen a lot of spectacles, including those with holographic effects. So the flying boy on the ball, with half-naked girls did not amaze them. But the rejuvenation... That's true! Did the demiurge really appear? Or are these some kind of special effects.
  Eltul, remembering the Master and Margarita, decided to have some fun:
  - Look, they ran away in sandals... But I wanted to give you some presents for the New Year. - The Demiurge changed his appearance to Conan the Barbarian and barked in the playful manner of Schwarzenegger. - And now the best costume jewelry in Paris for you.
  Here Conan the Barbarian grew in size, the lower part became like caterpillars. - The first purchase is free, for the second you already get a hundred dollars and a thousand rubles in addition.
  And then Eltul created a twelve-timer store. And so rich any exhibition VDNKh, will seem gray, and any supermarket a farmer's shop.
  And when you look from one side, it seems as if everything goes into infinity!
  Eltul, taking the form of a large fairy with the wings of the brightest and most charming butterfly imaginable, flew higher and squeaked:
  - The more purchases you make, the more money you get for them...
  And quite expectedly, the following words swept through the crowd of thousands of Muscovites:
  - Woland! Woland!
  Eltul giggled and changed his appearance again to that of a knight hovering in the air. And the size of a ten-story building and armor made of pure gold. And on top of this fabulous armor is decorated with paintings of precious stones. Beauty - simply indescribable.
  And the knight said:
  - And you don't want cars! "Mercedes-Benz" with an electric engine with a gravity generator for recharging!
  In response, the barefoot girls started singing, stamping their bare heels and jumping:
  My homeland is the great USSR,
  I was born in it once...
  The onslaught of the Wehrmacht, believe me, was wild,
  As if Satan were his relative!
  
  Fighting is something a pioneer is accustomed to,
  He doesn't know any problems with this...
  Of course, study excellently,
  It's time for a change!
  
  Children will not show weakness in battle,
  They will defeat the evil fascists...
  We will bring joy to our ancestors,
  Passed the exams with flying colors!
  
  Tying a red tie around his neck,
  I became a pioneer, a little boy...
  We're not just saying hello to you,
  And I have a revolver in my pocket!
  
  If a severe battle comes,
  Believe me, we will defend the USSR...
  Forget about sorrows and reproaches,
  Let the evil sir be defeated!
  
  My tie is like a rose the color of blood,
  And it sparkles and flutters in the wind...
  The pioneer will not groan in pain,
  Let's make your dream come true!
  
  We ran barefoot in the cold,
  The heels are flashing like a wheel...
  We see the light of communism,
  Even though it's hard to walk uphill!
  
  Hitler attacks Russia,
  He has a ton of different resources...
  We are carrying out a difficult mission,
  Satan himself is going on the attack!
  
  The fascists' tanks are like monsters,
  The thickness of the armor and the long barrel...
  The red-haired girl has long braids,
  We will impale the Fuhrer!
  
  If you have to go barefoot in the cold,
  The boy will run without thinking...
  And he will pick a rose for the sweet girl,
  His friendship is a solid monolith!
  
  We will see communism in the distance,
  There is confidence in this, believe me...
  Napoleon was given a slap on the horns,
  And the door to Europe has been opened a crack!
  
  Peter the Great was a great tsar,
  She wanted Russia to be a paradise...
  Conquered the wild expanse of the Urals,
  Even though the weather there is not at all like May!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Even children are great fighters...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And fathers are proud of their grandchildren!
  
  Leader holy comrade Stalin,
  Took an important step towards communism...
  From the ruins of the most nightmarish ruins,
  He shot the Fuhrer in the snout!
  
  How many heroes are there in the Fatherland,
  Every boy is just a superman...
  The army marches in menacing formation,
  And the guys won't have any problems!
  
  We will defend our Fatherland with courage,
  And we'll give the fascists a kick in the ass...
  And he won't be a goody-goody,
  A pioneer is considered akin to the Gods!
  
  We will break Hitler's back in battle,
  It will be like Napoleon, beaten!
  We will see communism in the distance,
  The Wehrmacht will be finished off!
  
  There will soon be joy on the planet,
  We will liberate the whole world in the world...
  Let's fly to Mars on a rocket,
  Let the children rejoice in happiness!
  
  The best leader is comrade Stalin,
  He is a hero and glory and fatherland...
  The fascists were torn to pieces,
  We are now the banner of communism!
  
  The boy will not tolerate Fritz's rudeness,
  He will answer him decisively...
  This is what I believe will be wisdom,
  And the sun shines with radiant color!
  
  I will join the Komsomol in Berlin,
  There I will walk with my bare heel, boys...
  We will be the beaten Fuhrer howling in the toilet,
  And we will pin him with a pin!
  
  The USSR is an example for the peoples,
  I know the world will be so wonderful...
  Let's bring freedom to the whole planet,
  The wind will inflate the sails of dreams!
  
  Stalin will rise again from the grave,
  Even if he lies there...
  We pioneers cannot bend our backs,
  Evil orcs belong in the latrine!
  
  And when the Goddess Lada comes,
  What gives love and joy to people...
  The boy will be rewarded forever,
  Then he will hit the evil Koschei!
  
  The front is of course burning furiously,
  And the field burns with dry grass...
  But I believe that victory will come in May,
  It will become a glorious pioneer's lot!
  
  Here is the Fatherland, the Homeland of Svarog,
  That dream is fiercely rich...
  By order of the God of Happiness Rod,
  There will be a chamber for everyone in the palace!
  
  I believe the proletarian will throw off his chains,
  We will defeat the enemies in one fell swoop...
  Let us sing at least millions of arias,
  And we will tear our shirts in battle!
  
  The pioneer will finally give it away,
  Happiness of the entire universe...
  The evil Cain will be destroyed,
  Our business will be creation!
  
  Then the time of light will come,
  That will make everyone's dream come true...
  The feats of heroism are praised,
  And the missiles have an increased range!
  
  The enemy of the Fatherland will be destroyed,
  Those who surrendered, we will of course spare...
  Let's hit the Fuhrer in the face with a sledgehammer,
  So that there is hope in communism!
  
  I believe that grief will end,
  The eagle will sing the march of millions...
  Believe me, we will have a sea of victories,
  Our red children's legions!
  
  That's when in Paris and New York,
  And in Berlin, Tokyo, Beijing...
  The pioneer's ringing voice,
  He will sing about the eternal world of happiness!
  
  If necessary, we will resurrect the dead,
  The fallen heroes will rise again...
  The path to victory is long at first,
  And then we will bury the Fuhrer!
  
  And when in the universe of communism,
  The power will be strong and majestic...
  For a beautiful endless life,
  The boys did a great job!
  
  Even though they are barefoot,
  But the real power is possessed by...
  The boys will run along the path,
  And Adolf will be boldly torn to pieces!
  
  That's why we falcons are cool,
  We'll break all the orc bandits...
  The coconut trees will blossom,
  The pioneer's look is certainly proud!
  
  Here will be the banner of communism,
  It's beautiful to rage over the universe...
  And such a banner of red power,
  A marvel to all the peoples of the party!
  
  We take on any task,
  And believe me, we always win...
  Here the sun rises over the Fatherland,
  The universe has become a wonderful paradise!
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  Captain Lion was greatly inspired by this adventure. And he continued to jump and roar like a bear.
  That was great and cool. And he had such howls.
  Pavel Rybachenko was awakened when the sun was already high. Apparently the hostess felt sorry for the tired young man.
  So the fast boy ate quickly, shouldered a heavy backpack and rushed on.
  Yes, it was necessary to compensate for lost time as quickly as possible.
  At the same time, I continue to compose wonderful works on the go. With girls, of course.
  And now Alvina noticed a German pyramidal tank moving along a snowdrift. The newest machine with a 105-millimeter gun. It has a very large contact area with the ground, and it has no tray. Thus, this tank has high cross-country ability, even better than the T-34. Good rate of fire, range and accuracy of fire of a semi-automatic gun with excellent optics make this tank the king of the battlefield. The most important thing is impenetrability, even if you fire from the sides and from behind an ambush.
  Alvina ran after the German car. Her bare feet were light, and it was nice to stomp on the snow. So, perhaps, it was pleasant. And the young warrior was still, essentially, a girl. She really wanted to jump and tumble.
  And now she... The German tank stopped. It was slightly ahead of the barefoot warrior, and the barrel was shaking. The blonde terminator picked up the pace. Something interesting could start now. As it turned out, it really did start. One mustachioed Fritz wanted to smoke.
  It is not for nothing that they say: smoking shortens life! In this case, it should be understood as an infallible truth.
  And indeed, before the cigarette had even burned out, and Fritz had hidden in the tank, Alvina threw a shard of ice with her bare toes of her sharpened feet. And the tip pierced the fascist's solar artery. Fritz, choking on blood, began to sink. The hatch cover is on the stern, and retractable, so as not to create vulnerable spots in the armor. And let's be honest, it's not sweet for the Nazi.
  Blood is bitter, especially if you shed it yourself! And the fascist shed not only the truth, but also bitter tears.
  The second Nazi stuck his head out of the hatch... Albina threw a pebble at him. She threw it with her hand, but also very accurately, so that the skull split. And in the pyramidal tank of the newest design there are only two crew members. Because everything is automated, and the machine itself is controlled by a joystick. Well, very similar to those used in game consoles.
  Alvina threw out the German corpses and whistled, saying:
  - The corpse of an enemy smells good, but still stinks! The corpse of a friend does not stink, but smells bad!
  After such a rhetorical phrase, the warrior girl and young sorceress Eros moved her tank in search of targets. It's high time to hunt the fascist creatures. Otherwise, these Fritzes have eaten us all to death.
  Alvina felt that she would soon run into a tank column. The pyramid tank, no matter how you look at it, is still a rarity. So you will have to deal with a clearly weaker enemy, so beware of the Fritzes.
  Here comes the cavalcade. Four Tiger-3 tanks - "Royal Tigers" with a small turret and a compact layout. Something like a larger Panther-2. Three Tiger-2 tanks, and six Lev-2 vehicles. That's thirteen in total. Of these, the Lev-2s with 105-millimeter guns are the most dangerous.
  But the pyramidal tank has a gun with a barrel length of 100 EL. And that means this tank is the coolest and scariest.
  Here Alvina aims the barrel at the "Lion" walking ahead. The young warrior remembers magic tricks. You need to hit the exact joint between the turret and the hull. Then, even from an unattainable distance, the enemy machine will split.
  The shell seems to fly very slowly. And here is the angular pig snout "Lev" with a convex turret, it splits and begins to explode.
  Alvina sang joyfully:
  - We will fight for a bright tomorrow... Let's kiss!
  And the automatic cannon loaded itself. The warrior-sorceress fired again using the toes of her graceful feet. And another wounded "Lion" tilted and stood up.
  Alvina took it and sang again:
  - Phalanx - a hundred legions! Phalanx - nothing against them!
  This is what magical talent means! And training in applied magic. The sorceress girl feels and sees everything herself. The body reacts before consciousness.
  A deft turn and a click. And the fourth "Lion" has already found a leash in Hades.
  The remaining German tanks opened fire. One shell even hit the "Turtle", but almost the entire shell ricocheted. The armor on the pyramidal tank is very sloped. And here is the fifth "Lion" going into a coffin of melted sawdust.
  Alvina even sang mockingly:
  - Well, if you don't distill vodka from sawdust. A hundred bottles in the side for the Fritzes when they have a hangover!
  And the girl just burst out laughing...
  Here it was hit again, but it was just a ringing sound and not too deafening. And here the last "Lion" was driven into a fiery stall. The shells of the 105-mm cannon of the "Lions" are the most dangerous. The "Tigers" have 88-mm cannons, which will be weaker in terms of penetrating power. But they are also extremely dangerous for the T-34-85, especially considering the reduced quality of the armor of the Soviet vehicles.
  "Tiger"-3 is the most protected, but it can't withstand the 105-mm cannon of "Turtle". Alvina fired with her bare foot again. Despite the distance of four kilometers, she has never missed.
  And the next shot at the Tiger-2 in the modernized modification she made using a pink tongue. The German tank began to explode like a box of fireworks. Moreover, pieces of the box exploded in the air again, splashing into small pieces.
  The girl ranger was in a great mood and she started singing;
  There is a dragon in the world of elves too,
  He flutters like a winged falcon...
  If the enemy is doomed in battle -
  It simply couldn't get any better!
  
  If the country of dreams is even more beautiful,
  Where autumn also flows like a golden stream...
  And Satan laughs loudly,
  We also ask him for knowledge!
  
  The troll, believe me, is also not a villain,
  Maple calculation with fragrant bird cherry...
  Knight, kill the malice in yourself -
  Become a great humanist in your soul!
  
  There is beauty even in the field -
  The kings' haystacks sparkle in gold...
  Running around the meadow barefoot,
  It's good for the kids in warm May!
  
  And what does the sorcerer want?
  Scrape together some light canvases...
  Rain harder on the ground,
  To make it simply amazing!
  
  Let us collect the pearl dust from the world,
  Become the brightest emerald, dew...
  The fairy tale will turn into reality, I believe in reality,
  And reality will become a wondrous miracle!
  
  We are often surrounded by lies,
  Sometimes lies flourish...
  The crows are flying across the field -
  Hell threatens the miracle paradise!
  
  Who is great in the Fatherland, and who is small,
  We were born giants!
  The Almighty Himself has outlined the path for us,
  Where there are flamingos, there are pelicans in feathers!
  
  And we will reach such heights,
  What greater greatness do we know?
  Our motto is both honest and lofty,
  In happiness Abel - Cain is destroyed!
  Here Oleg Rybachenko paused again. The boy had to swim across a large river. And with a load, you can drown. He had to look for a ford, which took some time. Plus, the boy ate some berries, which had already begun to grow - it was already the first day of June - summer. And the young warrior grabbed a few other things.
  Oleg Rybachenko was generally pleased with how his race was going. Everything is going well so far. Although he is a little behind schedule. But he will cross the Dnieper now. Russia is a big country. And running across it is not the best idea, especially with a load.
  Somehow the boy found a ferryman, and he reluctantly took him to the other side.
  Sitting in the boat, the boy finally rested, and again took off running, flashing his bare, round, childish heels like a meteor.
  And at the same time continuing to compose fairy tales and alternative history.
  It's more fun this way and you have more energy.
  And with faith you can move mountains. Here in front appeared licensed "Panther"-2, made from German models. In the front they are impenetrable for the Soviet gun, having 150-millimeters of sloped armor. But Alvina herself is behind the sight. And the girl shoots, right at the track. Having received a hit, "Panther"-2 goes to the side, and rams its neighbor. And both machines with 88-millimeter guns explode. The shells inside them react to the concussion.
  Alvina chirps contentedly:
  - The score is two to zero in our favor! I'm opening my account!
  And the warrior continues to shoot, she is delightful in her bikini. And most importantly, in the tank there is only her and the driver Nicoleta, the same one who so subtly feels her machine with her bare soles. But they have taken shells to the brim, and are capable of conducting a hurricane of fire to kill.
  Alvina again pierces the caterpillar track with one shot, pushes two Japanese tanks and says:
  - We're increasing the lead: four zero!
  How beautiful this girl is. She has so much grace and wit. She loads the shell into the breech again, fires and says:
  - The Russian knight does not groan in pain...
  That's true, but the Japanese have something to groan about: two of their tanks collided again.
  Alvina giggles and adds:
  - He is not afraid of the nuclear sword!
  And again a shot, from which two more Japanese cars collide. And what a girl: a real, unique fighter. Alvina blinks at herself in the reflector. She is very happy. After all, she is doing a good deed: liberating her country. And how she would like to multiply her strength many times over now.
  Terminator Girl sings:
  - He won't drown even in a black hole!
  And he shoots so hard that the Japanese tank is thrown into the air, and three vehicles collide at once.
  And Alvina adds:
  - In the plasma of the stars, his spirit will not burn!
  And three more cars collide from a single hit to the track. That's how cool Alvina is - a warrior of the highest class.
  And the girl continues to spin herself wildly, and even bends over in the tank from rage and passion.
  Here it is again, spitting out a projectile that hits the enemy with mathematical precision.
  The girl gets even more and more excited about this. Her rage becomes boundless and her valor is beyond praise.
  The projectile flies again, lining up victims, and the ranger girl sings:
  - Under the pretext of...
  She fired again and continued enthusiastically:
  - The goals of humanism!
  Once again, a precise, masterly hit from a long distance and the singing continued:
  - So that paradise...
  Then another accurate shot, and three burning tanks.
  - Build it on the ground!
  Then another shot and a continuation of the virtuoso singing:
  - Clinton has gone down the path of fascism...
  And again a triple hit:
  - The bastard built a temple to Satan!
  The girl got more and more excited. Although she was fighting the Japanese, she sang specifically about America:
  - Where children used to have fun...
  And again a precise shot pushing the tanks together. And the continuation:
  - A mountain of bloody bodies has grown!
  The girl turned around and continued with undiminished enthusiasm:
  - There is no scarier place on the planet!
  And again a shot, this time pitting licensed Tiger-2s against each other.
  - The world is about to be re-divided!
  The ranger girl continued singing enthusiastically:
  - The child's blood is running down his cheek!
  And continuing to fire, he continues:
  - They managed to cut his life short!
  And having nailed the Japanese again, he continues:
  - The girl's head rolled off!
  And again, having dodged the projectile, the devil girl manages to fire and begin to sing:
  - Her mother is burning nearby!
  The girl continues to fire and sings:
  - They bomb non-stop day and night!
  Alvina hit again and continued:
  - Without shame or pity!
  The red-haired devil thrust again and continued:
  - Because Clinton became a gigolo!
  And crushing her opponents, she finished the verse:
  - An entire country is perishing!
  Alvina, she is magnificent in her beauty and agility. Her shots are simply something unique, and expressive - if you can describe the flight of a projectile that way. The red-haired girl is a real miracle.
  And her voice that breaks the space:
  -Like Nazis, NATO soldiers...
  Alvina continued enthusiastically:
  - They are exterminating women and children!
  The warrior added enthusiastically:
  - Evil executioners and enemies!
  After which the warrior slashed with all her might and set four tanks on fire at once.
  - You won't be able to put chains on the Slavs!
  The warrior continued enthusiastically, getting more and more excited:
  - At night and from a great distance!
  Alvina, with increasing enthusiasm, chopped up enemy tanks and sang:
  - You can bomb Serbia!
  The warrior's passion was growing:
  - But the vandals will receive their retribution!
  And the end of the verse with a new collision of four tanks from being hit by one track.
  - We will beat the barbarians hard!
  Alvina fired again with a smile, baring her fangs:
  - There are three hundred million of us Slavs!
  Thunderous Shot and Continued:
  - We have always known how to fight!
  This time, only three tanks were destroyed with one shot, but two whole "Emperors"!
  And a piercing song, sways the words:
  - Hitler was cast into the darkness of Sodom!
  And then with wit and tact. And also with a keen eye:
  - Let's kick Clinton's sides too!
  And what songs are swarming in the head of Alvina, the terminator girl:
  - If we all hold hands!
  After which the girl began to sing even more shrilly:
  - We will be able to crush the Pentagon!
  And having fired so that five tanks exploded at once, she finished:
  - Let's wake up from hellish oblivion! Our pride, NATO, cannot be killed!
  So the tanks also came to an end. Alvina made her passion eyes and purred from the hit song:
  - And I love girls, I will gather them together... I will lead them along the surf line!
  And again wild laughter. The ranger girl winked at someone in the sight. And then she stopped her car and waited for the combat kit to arrive. She praised Nicoleta:
  - You moved very well, we weren"t hit even once!
  The blonde girl modestly answered the redhead:
  - Not exactly. A couple of times the shells hit us, but ricocheted. Fortunately, the T-34-85's armor is surface-hardened and ricochets well!
  Alvina noted with a radiant smile on her lips:
  - American tanks have more viscous armor, and they ricochet worse. And now we are about to run into part of the occupied territory of the USA.
  And the ranger girl made eyes at the young Komsomol driver who had delivered the ammunition. The young man blushed with embarrassment, and Alvina put her hand on his knee, rubbing his bare skin, since the boy was wearing shorts. He blushed even more. Alvina licked her full lips, as if she had seen a luxurious dish. A handsome Komsomol member, still beardless, with a ruddy face, possibly a virgin, how tempting for the devil. And she clung to him. Without any embarrassment, twirling him in a voluptuous whirlwind. While they were loading, Alvina worked selflessly, bowing her head. Then she stood up and licked her lips with relish, growling:
  - How wonderful it is to be with you, you are my hero!
  And again the warrior jumped into the tank, to continue to heroize against Japan. The Red Army was already approaching Vladivostok. The world had changed and it had become angrier. Yes, the USSR had lost the Second World War because of the time traveler into the Fuhrer. But the USSR was now rising from its knees.
  And so Alvina entered the battle with Japanese self-propelled guns in a tank. And again she shoots without missing. But it is more difficult with self-propelled guns, as they stand motionless. But can this confuse the red-haired devil? No way! She sends shells more and more furiously. Here is a licensed "Sturmtiger", it exploded and fragments flew in different directions, turning over and breaking other self-propelled guns.
  Alvina bared her teeth and sang:
  - Well, well! The girl has become Satan!
  And then another shot into the gun belly of the "Sturmtiger". And it burst like a bubble, disintegrating into a great many fragments. Several of them almost reached the Soviet tank. Nicoleta deftly maneuvered, avoiding the shells, some of which weighed four hundredweight. Alvina, however, tried to get ahead of the enemy.
  Here is an American, licensed "Patton". It is scattering fragments in all directions.
  Alvina bares her teeth and roars:
  - The anthem of the Motherland in hearts, and embodiment in dreams!
  Alvina shoots and hits again, her teeth sparkle again...
  And then enemy attack aircraft appear from above. They sway as they move, and jet missiles are suspended from their wings. Alvina, without any embarrassment, shoots at the enemy with an 85-millimeter cannon. Having received the "gift", the samurai attack aircraft is cut into pieces, and destroys a dozen aircraft flying nearby with shrapnel.
  Alvina took it and sang:
  - And the samurai flew to the ground... Under the pressure of steel and fire!
  And again the victim was a German-licensed Sturmtiger with a 400-mm rocket launcher.
  And the way it tears, like a vacuum bomb falling. But there are even cooler machines. For example, not the most common "Sturmmaus" - with a 650-millimeter rocket monster. Now that's a real weapon and a machine weighing two hundred tons. It's scary to even look at it.
  But Alvina is only glad that she encountered such power. Only shots from such a cannon are extremely dangerous. Even if it hits at a distance of a hundred meters, it can still blow off the turret. But the warrior sent the projectile at a great distance in an arc, relying on her intuition. And the gift flew through the air, and rammed into the very center of the barrel. And how the "Sturmmaus" thundered. Shrapnel flew in all directions, and tanks and self-propelled guns were thrown to a height of tens of meters. As if the earth's crust had opened up and enraged demons had jumped out from under the ground.
  A tornado of fire and steel has been unleashed, spinning and breaking everything.
  Alvina took it and sang with enthusiasm:
  There is a wonderful, great country in the world,
  In which children live happily and in abundance!
  Let her be born in the throes of labor,
  But she became the best on the whole planet!
  
  After all, you are my dear Fatherland,
  The land of big lakes and giants!
  The peoples of our Motherland are a family -
  And of course it"s strange not to love her!
  
  Russia is the greatest of countries -
  May the universe be under you!
  But then a hurricane of death swept through -
  What has happened to my holy Motherland!
  
  It was swept by furious fascism,
  They burned the cities and left the villages in ashes...
  The vile revanchism bared its teeth,
  The joyful days of the fatherland are gone!
  
  But the Russians were not despondent,
  Like the salt of the earth, the blooming Fatherland!
  We will gather a strong army for battle.
  The era of happiness and communism is coming!
  
  We fought off the onslaught of the evil horde,
  They smashed the Turks, beat the Poles too...
  The legions of Satan walked,
  We will overcome rain, snowstorm and slush!
  
  We'll get to Berlin too - even if it's fascism,
  Managed to unite with the overseas...
  And streams of blood flowed down,
  Look at the sad faces on the icons!
  
  Believe me, my Orthodox,
  There will be a place for the fallen in God's paradise,
  Russia cannot be torn apart for rubles -
  I look to Jesus with prayer!
  
  I believe He will come, and the dawn will rise,
  The Russian flag will shine over the world!
  All people are like one family,
  In Gehenna, vile brother Cain groans!
  
  God Almighty will resurrect all the dead,
  And will rise above the stars of our Fatherland!
  The planet is a monolithic collective,
  Although just recently it was smoldering in smoke!
  
  You, fighter, know the boundaries of the universe,
  Reach the limits of space, warrior!
  Wrestling is a real paradise,
  When in battles the Russian is the winner!
  
  Children will be born, sons will come,
  You will become a grandfather - eternally young in flesh!
  The knight of faith will be cool forever,
  Without counting, counting the lives of the moon!
  . CHAPTER #10.
  Pavel Rybachenko stopped again. The young man noted that he had lost his way a little and had gone too far north. Instead, he should have gone south.
  And so he passed Donbass and ended up in Orel. He had to turn around.
  And it's not very pleasant to forget about rest and sleep, and to compensate for lost time. And this is, of course, extremely scary. To run, like a driven horse.
  And even tougher than any boots, the skin on your feet begins to hum and itch from the large gravel on the roads.
  But the boy-terminator runs, and composes as he goes;
  Today is a significant day, February 23, 1947. Soviet troops have almost completely captured Alaska and entered Canada. Outstanding warriors are also fighting there. For example, Siberian girls in the morally obsolete, but still serviceable T-34-85.
  More precisely, the four girls already familiar to us, serving the Russian gods, appeared here: Alena, Alvina, Natasha and Nikoleta. They were forbidden to use magic, so they were forced to fight like ordinary tankers. But the girls still stood out. They fought in only a bikini, and their bare girlish legs were not afraid of the frost.
  Other Soviet soldiers were amazed: in Alaska it"s winter, but charming girls are running barefoot through the snowdrifts and not freezing at all.
  But the magnificent four knew what they were doing. Their bare soles touched the snow and transmitted the energy of Mother Earth into their curvy bodies. It gave the warriors strength...
  Tundra, snowdrifts, permafrost. Soviet tank, relatively tall with an outdated layout. It has a fairly large and thick barrel. Alena hung on it, holding the barrel with her bare feet, and raking the snowdrifts with her palms. So the girl: Belobog's maid likes it more. She plays snowballs...
  American soldiers are also cold. It is not for nothing that the Russians achieve great success in winter. The traditional "Sherman" is still in production. In the US, they rely on quantity. Numerous tanks and self-propelled guns participate in each attack and counterattack. The "Sherman" 5M can still compete with the T-34-85, and even its long-barreled gun is slightly more armor-piercing due to the long barrel. So the girls have a difficult task ahead.
  Right now their tank is moving forward and Natasha, sitting behind the wheel of the car, deftly maneuvers: trying to avoid being hit. And the shells are jumping from above and below, like predatory piranhas, gliding through the air. Try to avoid them. It must be said that due to the lack of alloying elements, the quality of the armor of Soviet tanks is poor and it does not provide adequate protection.
  But Alvina, who escaped from the fascist camp, starts firing her gun. She sees everything in the smallest detail and very clearly. A mental picture of the Shermans and Pershings lurking in ambush. Chernobog's precise servant fires from a shaking machine without a hydrostabilizer. The Germans have hydrostabilizers installed on both the Pharaoh and the Lion, which increase the effectiveness of shooting while driving. And the Americans have hydrostabilizers on all tanks except the heaviest, where it is more difficult to do this due to the large caliber of the gun.
  In this regard, Soviet tank building is noticeably lagging behind. Even the T-54 does not have a hydrostabilizer to increase firing efficiency. And what can we say about the earlier model.
  But at the helm of the tank, Alvina herself is a devil, a fabulous beauty. And all four girls: just lovely. They rest their bare feet on the armor and catch mental sensations, as if they were queens of light. What magical girls: they can do and know a lot.
  Alvina fired a shot and sang from a modern romance:
  - I don't know what happened... Children's laughter is very loud... And barefoot girls are already running through the puddles!
  The Pershing she had shot down began to smoke, emitting stinking rings. They swirled like poisonous snakes. And Alvina winked at her partners, Alyona threw a shell. Natasha, Perun's servant, warned:
  - There's a brand new Lincoln self-propelled gun in ambush here, with a 32-pound cannon... We need to be careful.
  The know-it-all Nicoleta immediately started babbling:
  - The Lincoln self-propelled gun is an American licensed copy of the English Tortilla self-propelled gun. Armament specifications: 228 mm frontal armor. 94 mm cannon, comparable in armor-piercing to the King Tiger. And three more machine guns...
  Alvina rudely interrupted her partner and even tried to hit her in the nose with her bare heel, yelling:
  - I know it myself!
  Nicoleta giggled, noting:
  - It's great when you have knowledge... But in technology I'm a grandmaster, and you in the knowledge of evil!
  Alvina fired again, ripping the turret off the Sherman and scowling, she remarked:
  - My knowledge is more fundamental, because evil also comes from technology. And I advise you better - not to stand out!
  To extinguish the brewing conflict, Alena suggested:
  - Now, let me shoot myself!
  And the servant, or rather the daughter of the White God, showed that the dominant good does not prevent her from firing. Moreover, from hitting without missing. The warriors here fight at the highest level.
  The girls move their tank and attack. But they don't forget to sing.
  Alvina, leading the fire without "milk", began:
  - Under the sacred...
  Alena continued, also shooting:
  - Freedom!
  Natasha, confirming the firing, said laconically:
  - In the world!
  Alvina, without a hint of missing the mark, continued:
  -In friendship!
  Alena squeals, pissing:
  - In happiness...
  Natasha, beating her chops, finishes:
  - And love!
  Alvina continues with pathos at the top of her lungs:
  - Into the bright beam...
  Alena, firing a shot, picks up:
  - The nations are merging...
  Natasha, shooting in cold blood, adds:
  - To dispel the darkness ahead!
  Alvina, continuing to shoot, says:
  - Rus' all countries of the world...
  Alena, having fired, continued to drive out delightful pathos:
  - I defended!
  Natasha also made a fencing lunge with a projectile and continued:
  - From invasions...
  Alvina fired and hissed:
  - Hellish locusts!
  Alvina splits "Sherman", continued:
  - And with my chest...
  Natasha, having dealt with the Pershing, said:
  - She covered for me!
  Alvina, grinning carnivorously and shooting, growled:
  - All nations...
  Alena also fired with her bare foot and added:
  - Mother Earth!
  Natasha, firing her cannon with deft precision, continued:
  - Trouble again...
  Alvina, shooting accurately, continued breathlessly:
  - It's hanging...
  Alena fired the shot and barked:
  - Rivers of blood!
  Natasha fired up and said:
  - It flared up...
  Alvina nailed it and hissed:
  - Arrogant enmity!
  Alena, also shooting, almost crying, added:
  - From fires, blood...
  Natasha fired and growled:
  - Tears and grief!
  Alvina released the present and hissed:
  - Our... is groaning.
  Alena suddenly bursts out and roars:
  - Our dear...
  Natasha finished with a bang:
  - Country!
  Alvina responded with a slap and hissed again:
  - But, no...
  Alena fired and said:
  - The Russian spirit...
  Natasha, having nailed the Americans, finished:
  - Harder!
  Alvina fired again and continued:
  -From the ruins of myself...
  Alena fired harshly and drew the line:
  - We will revive!
  Natasha hit again and squealed:
  - Russian warrior...
  Alvina, having given her usual blow, grunted:
  - Take the sword....
  Alena nailed it and growled:
  -Quicker!
  Natasha, shooting masterfully, began:
  - We will stand firm...
  Alena, beating furiously, continued:
  - And again...
  Alvina Gvozdya finished:
  - We will win!
  After which the girls paused. They shot another dozen tanks silently, after which the sparkling devil Alvina, firing again, sang:
  - Under the sacred...
  Alena, shooting, continued:
  - With a banner...
  Natasha fired a projectile, both literally and figuratively:
  - Russia!
  Alvina, swinging her body and throwing projectiles, growled:
  - In the world...
  Alena rushed on, shooting:
  - In happiness...
  Natasha, striking a major note, finished:
  - And love!
  Alvina, nailing again, continued:
  - Into the Sun...
  Alena, having fired a shell into the Pershing, squealed:
  - Ray...
  Natasha, irresistibly launching a shot at the Sherman, barked:
  - They merge...
  Alvina, having accurately sent the projectile, finished harshly:
  - Peoples!
  Alena, shooting, added in a trilling voice:
  - Hellish darkness...
  Natasha gave it to him and said:
  - It will clear up...
  Alvina again slanted her blows and hissed:
  - Away!
  The ranger girls shot and laughed for another five minutes. They burned thirty-five American tanks during that time. And then they went back to singing.
  As always, the fiery devil set the verse and tone:
  - We opened...
  Alena fired and added:
  - To nations...
  Natasha, having dashingly nailed it, blurted out:
  - Planets!
  Alvina cut the Sherman and squealed with a grin:
  - Into space...
  Alena, also sending a projectile, growled:
  - Path!
  Natasha, like Robin Hood in a bikini, threw the present and squealed:
  - To the unknown...
  Alvina quickly put a bold point with both a projectile and a juicy shot;
  - Miram!
  And Alena, shooting, began to weave a new stanza:
  - Heroism...
  Natasha, desperately nailing, continued:
  - Feats...
  And the cheerful Alvina, as usual, shot down the Pershing and gave the ending:
  - Praised!
  Alena, having dealt with the Sherman, said:
  - So that...
  Natasha chirped:
  - Erase...
  Alvina loudly banged her words and fired a shell at the self-propelled gun "Witch":
  - Forever...
  Alena also sent a projectile and said:
  - Death...
  Natasha had the last shot and word:
  - Scar!
  The American tank regiment was destroyed. The Lincoln self-propelled gun, despite all its armor, also fell apart from a Soviet shell: you have to know where to hit to be sure to hit and split. The terminator girls saw the concentrations and breaks of the power lines in the armor. You can't fool or outwit them... And they can outwit anyone.
  Here Alena noted with concern:
  - Wouldn't it hurt to replenish our ammunition?
  Nikoleta, this playful and learned daughter of Svarog, giggled and remarked:
  - So you don't understand? We have a non-exchangeable projectile. We can fire like this practically without a break!
  Aggressive as a hungry panther, Alvina rolled her eyes lustfully and cooed:
  - Sex without a break... That's great!
  Here the fiery one wanted to blurt out something else, but suddenly they moved to a very high mountain. A fiery hero of enormous height, on a red horse, galloped in front of them. Moreover, the golden hooves of the steed pushed off from the clouds.
  The frisky Alvina was the first to realize who it was and, falling to her knees, squealed:
  - Oh, Almighty and Omnipresent Chernobog... Forgive us!
  The fiery hero laughed at the top of his lungs:
  - The cat knows whose fat it ate... But this time, Nicoleta should be punished, who, despite the prohibitions, used a magic artifact: an inexchangeable projectile!
  The blue-haired ranger girl retorted capriciously:
  - You have forbidden us to use any kind of combat magic, but such restrictions do not apply to artifacts!
  Chernobog laughed loudly and said fiercely:
  - Don't pretend to be a fool. The ban concerned manifestations of everything supernatural. Although your accuracy is beyond human capabilities, such things still happen to ordinary people. And the inexchangeable shell... In short, you are being punished... And let the Red Army fight America without you!
  At this passage, Alvina suddenly sang from a famous hit:
  - Don't play the fool America,
  Give us Crimea back quickly...
  That Kuban, Sevastopol are two banks -
  We will defeat NATO anyway...
  We will defeat NATO anyway...
  And the four girls started jumping, flashing their bare feet...
  It was already a dark summer night. It was warm, the bare soles of the tired boy were itchy and burning.
  Oleg Rybachenko even wondered what the girl Gerda felt in his place?
  After all, she didn't have an immortal body, but a very ordinary one. And what was it like with an ordinary girl's body, walking barefoot on the rocky ridge of the roads of Europe? Walking hundreds of miles, without shoes, with tender childish feet. How her feet were so tired, they burned and itched, and the soles cracked and bled.
  Here is Oleg, his feet are strong, calloused and do not crack. But still, from many hundreds of running with a large load on his back, they hum and get baked.
  But he lost a lot of time, he went too far north, and he needs to compensate for that. So run to Transcaucasia without any rest.
  And to make it a little easier, compose as you go;
  . For example, in the USA Roosevelt did not run for a third term, and what could this have led to? Another American president, after the attack by Nazi Germany, told Stalin that everything was as it was. We may help you, but in exchange for political concessions. Such as the revival of a multi-party system, amnesty for all political prisoners, the restoration of the institution of private property. And Stalin himself, as an odious person, should go into the shadows.
  And since the USSR refused to fulfill such humiliating demands, the US responded by pressuring Britain, which curtailed military operations against the Wehrmacht. Although Churchill, fearing public opinion, did not make peace with Germany, the war effectively ended. The Germans, however, were still unable to take Moscow, and their army was not ready for winter. But the following year, the Fritzes were able to, having exposed the Western Front, concentrate more forces in the East. And since America is not entering the war, it means it is possible. The worst thing is that Japan did not attack the US. The Americans were dodging. First, they imposed an oil embargo, then got scared and effectively lifted it, softening the demands. Roosevelt's successor was distinguished by conservatism, isolationism and anti-communism. In fact, Japan was given the green light for aggression in the Far East. They say there will be no sanctions - the main thing is to crush the USSR. Fortunately, the bargaining with the samurai dragged on. Japan, after hesitating whether to wait for the decisive success of the Germans in the east or to strike early, opened the front only on September 1, on the eve of winter. By this time, the Germans were bogged down near Stalingrad. At the same time, the fascists were also attacking in the north. The encirclement of the second shock army and Vlasov's betrayal created the preconditions for the army group north to go into an active position.
  Taking advantage of the treacherous passivity of the allies, the Nazis strengthened their troops at the expense of forces in the west, those divisions that in real history were transferred to Africa, and the Norwegian front. And they managed to carry out what was planned in real history - a limited operation in the north and the creation of a double ring of blockade around Leningrad.
  The situation was aggravated by the fact that Japan was actively building up its forces in Manchuria, and part of the Soviet reserves were spent on strengthening the Far Eastern Army.
  The Germans were able to capture Tikhvin and Volkhov. But the Soviet command managed to create the necessary reserves in Leningrad. Nevertheless, both this breakthrough and the opening of a second front by Japan forced them to temporarily postpone the offensive at Stalingrad. The Germans had not yet been able to break through in the center either. However, in the Far East, the Soviet command launched a series of counterattacks in November and December and was able to inflict a serious defeat on the samurai ground forces. But the Germans were eventually able to capture Stalingrad, although they themselves suffered such heavy losses that they were forced to declare total mobilization. In January, Soviet troops entered Manchuria. Japan was crumbling under the blows. The Germans were passive in the winter. By the end of March, the Red Army had liberated most of Manchuria and reached Port Arthur.
  But active support from the sea helped the samurai to hold this city. The Japanese Navy was much stronger than the Soviet one and therefore the warriors of the Land of the Rising Sun, despite the enormous losses, were able to hold on to the continent. The Germans, having spent the winter, saved up their strength. In May, they began a new offensive in the Caucasus. Then Turkey entered the war. They failed to hold the Caucasus, but the Red Army continued to resist. 1944 became a year of fierce battles. Relying on the effective defense, the USSR managed to repel a major offensive on Moscow. In addition, they held Saratov with a heroic defense. The Nazis were profusely washed in blood and exhausted their pressure. And in the USA in 1944, elections were held. The leader of the Progressive Party came to power, who abandoned the policy of passive non-war with the fascists.
  In 1945, fighting flared up in Africa with renewed vigor. In Britain, too, the Labour Party came to power and began to advocate more active combat operations against the Wehrmacht.
  True, the Allies had it harder, since the Nazis had already managed to develop powerful jet aviation and switch to producing the more advanced Panther-2. True, there were technical problems with the E-series tanks - only the super-heavy E-100 appeared in the series, with powerful armor and weapons, but not transportable, and rather clumsy. The Germans were forced to switch their attention to the West, and the Red Army, on the contrary, began to conduct offensive operations, relying on powerful artillery preparation and breakthroughs in narrow sections of the front. This justified itself, only the war was slow.
  But the Nazis were gradually losing. By the end of 1945, the Red Army, having pushed the enemy away from Saratov, approached Stalingrad, and in the center, Rzhev and Volkhov. They exhausted the Germans greatly. The following year was marked by a successful winter and the defeat of the fascists near Stalingrad. True, the Germans still held the front in Africa, having captured Gibraltar and breaking through Morocco.
  But there, faced with numerous American divisions and tanks, they were forced to surrender the front.
  The Germans gradually sagged in the summer of 1946. They abandoned Vyazma, but managed to avoid defeat in the center. The Red Army also suffered significant losses and stopped its advance. But in the winter, an offensive began in the Caucasus. Turkey, under pressure from the West, left the war and thus put the Germans in a difficult position. Gradually, the Fritzes retreated to Rostov-on-Don in the spring of 1947, thereby shortening their front. The battles continued with varying intensity. In the summer, the Soviet command pulled up T-54 tanks and increased the pressure. The Germans, in turn, finally launched the E-50 into production, which was superior in quality to the Panther-2, and heavier. But this did not help them much. Soviet troops drove the fascists to the west. Kyiv was liberated in November, and Smolensk in December. In January 1948, Soviet troops began to liberate Leningrad, and the Americans, together with the British, landed in Spain and Italy.
  The Wehrmacht lost several more battles in the winter and in March, and retreated to Moldova, the Soviet troops even entered Romania. In early June, the Americans launched a landing in northern France, but it was unsuccessful - the Fritzes were on guard. But part of the Nazi forces pulled back from Belarus and the Soviet troops carried out a successful offensive there. But in the fall of 1948, the Germans finally launched disc aircraft invulnerable to small arms into mass production. The new weapon significantly increased the Allies' losses in aviation. And forced them to temporarily abandon the offensive on France. In January-February 1949, despite the enemy's newest weapons, the Soviet troops were still able to break through to the outskirts of Berlin. The Red Army, however, was greatly exhausted by the war that had been going on for eight years. And the Germans were able to launch mass production of disc aircraft with laser guns. The Red Army's losses were growing, and in June, after unsuccessful battles in Hungary and the storming of Berlin, Stalin offered Germany peace. Since by this time the Fritzes had already lost East Prussia, Stalin's offer to return Germany to the borders of 1914 was received favorably.
  Since the fascists still controlled almost all of France and held the front in the Pyrenees, the West also agreed with this idea. In addition, the US losses in the war with the Third Reich were so great that the positions of the isolationists, who said: why do we need Europe? And why should the Yankees tear up their paths for the sake of the bloody dictator Stalin?
  In any case, the laser-equipped discs proved to be a strong argument, but Nazi Germany itself was also so exhausted by the Second World War, and bled dry, that it did not have the strength to conquer the world. Even taking into account the technological superiority of flying saucers that develop speeds of up to 10-12 sonic speeds, and are invulnerable due to the laminar jet, and also with lasers.
  The peace terms were favorable for Germany. The Germans received the borders of 1914, plus the territory of Austria, the Sudetenland in Czechoslovakia. Poland was reduced in borders, and became part of the USSR as the seventeenth republic. The remaining countries of Eastern Europe retained their sovereignty, but entered the spheres of influence of the USSR, with the exception of Hungary, where the pro-German regime of Szálasi remained in power, and Croatia, which retained a fascist government. In Italy, there was a division. A pro-fascist regime in the north, and a pro-American one in the south. Greece went into the sphere of influence of the USA, but Romania, Bulgaria, and most of Yugoslavia became Soviet. The Czech Republic remained a German protectorate, and Slovakia became part of the USSR.
  The Second World War ended indefinitely. The fascist regime managed to survive, but in a limited form, the USSR expanded its borders, but paid a huge price for the victory and was exhausted. Britain was also bled dry, and soon its colonial empire fell apart. Less exhausted and not having survived the war on its territory, the USA flourished and grew stronger.
  Germany and the USSR soon acquired nuclear weapons and restored economic relations. Stalin died a little earlier than in real history, in 1951 and in April - the war had undermined his health, but Voznesensky became his successor. More capable and tougher than Nikita Khrushchev, he did much to boost the Soviet economy.
  Hitler also did not live very long after Stalin and died in November 1956. His numerous sons, born through artificial insemination, were still too young for any of them to gain power over the Third Reich. Therefore, Himmler became his successor. Germany remained a tough totalitarian country with legalized polygamy and the rule of the SS. But it was not at war yet, and there were too many nuclear weapons in the world. Voznesensky, being relatively young, healthy and a teetotaler, ruled the USSR for forty years. The country strengthened its position in the world and, as a developing country, came out on top in the economy, ahead of the USA and Germany.
  Himmler ruled for about twelve years and became the victim of an assassination attempt, carried out feet first. Then, after a small civil war, Hitler's party won. And the throne was ascended by his own, artificially obtained son, the possessed Adik.
  And, strangely enough, he began reforms that gradually liberalized the political system of Germany. Soon the institution of the Führer disappeared from the country and it became parliamentary and multi-party and federal.
  After Voznesensky, the USSR was headed by Kuznetsov. A relatively young leader, he received power in 1991. Voznesensky lived for another four years, but left before his death, to give way to the young and not be a half-corpse on the throne. Kuznetsov also carried out reforms. He introduced the post of President of the USSR, and limited the powers to five years and two terms. In 2003, Khachapurov became a present, and in 2013, a woman, Valentina Mikhailovskaya, was unexpectedly elected.
  In 2015, taking advantage of the unrest in Germany, Russia annexed East Prussia. Germany, together with the United States, created an anti-Soviet front. And the Cold War resumed with renewed vigor.
  . CHAPTER No 11.
  Pavel-Lev shouted:
  - Hyper!
  After which he fell asleep again. Otherwise, there is another AI.
  Although Nicholas I lost the Crimean War, he did not commit suicide. He saw the matter through to the end, signing a difficult but dignified peace, ceding only the Danube Delta to a coalition of states. After which a period of peace began.
  Serfdom remained in Russia, but the number of enslaved peasants gradually decreased, albeit slowly.
  Nicholas I managed to finish off Shamil in the Caucasus, ending the protracted war. Then he managed to snatch something from China, including Primorye.
  And his empire, having untied its hands in the Caucasus, continued its movement and expansion in Central Asia.
  But the Tsar did not sell Alaska. Moreover, he ordered to build new fortresses on this land and found a couple of decent cities. Moreover, a steam fleet appeared, and the journey to Alaska did not take as much time as before. And in the seventieth year, taking advantage of the war between Prussia and France, Russia again brought troops to the Balkans. As a result, with the support of the local population, it was possible to defeat the Turks. And to return the Danube Delta under its control, as well as to seize the Carp region and Erzurum and Tanrog, and to liberate Armenia from the Ottoman yoke.
  Russian troops reached Constantinople, and only the threat of Britain entering the war forced them to abandon the capture of the capital and moderate their demands somewhat.
  In 1872, Nicholas I finally died and Alexander II ascended the throne. At the time of his accession to power, he was already a mature man, about fifty years old. And tsarist Russia was already on the rise, railroads and factories were being built, and industry was growing. And the number of serfs was slowly but surely decreasing.
  So no radical reforms were carried out. Russia remained a semi-feudal, absolute monarchy, where serfdom and, in fact, slavery still existed.
  Alexander II waged wars in the south, reaching Afghanistan, but there the Russian troops entered into confrontation with Britain. And were forced to stop. But after negotiations and having achieved support from Germany, it was possible to delimit spheres of influence with the British.
  As a result, Russia included in its territory not only the lands up to Kushka, as it was in real history, but also the northern and part of the central regions of Afghanistan. And the south went to Britain.
  Then Russia and Britain also divided Iran, and it was possible, which was important for the Russians, to gain access to the Persian Gulf and a port in the Indian Ocean.
  The construction of the railway to Vladivostok was also underway. Since there were not as many assassination attempts on Tsar Alexander as in real history, he ruled for quite a long time. And he passed away only in 1896. And Alexander III ascended the throne. Also an elderly monarch. That's just how it turned out, at this point in history.
  And he had to fight Japan. Only this time Russia was stronger. It has more territory and population, and most importantly, it has a base in the Persian Gulf. And from there the fleet can be transferred to the Pacific Ocean much faster than from the Baltic.
  Plus, Admiral Makarov didn't die so absurdly. And the railroad was built to Vladivostok earlier than in real history. And it didn't have a hole in Lake Baikal, which means the troops were also transferred faster.
  And they were not commanded by Kuropatkin, but by the much more talented and, most importantly, strong-willed and decisive Skobelev. That is, Japan was defeated rather quickly. Moreover, Alexander III, realizing that the samurai could start a war of revenge, ordered to land in Japan itself. Russia was supported by France, Germany, and even, thanks to the brilliant diplomacy of Witte, in the USA.
  The result was magnificent. Japan was conquered and became a Russian province.
  Alexander III, although physically strong, was obese and abused alcohol. Therefore, he died in 1912, having lived less than his grandfather and father.
  So, Nicholas II had to fight in the First World War. Well, he got his share of glory. Russia included northern China and Yellow Russia, all of Korea, and all of Japan. And it had a population, in addition to what it had in real history, also the whole of Armenia, and a little more than half of Iran. Well, in general, compared to what was almost twice as much - over three hundred and fifty million on the continent. And a huge army, which in peacetime numbered three million soldiers and officers on land alone - a whole thousand regiments.
  And the territory is immeasurable. Germany has a peacetime army of only six hundred thousand. That is, Russia has five times more personnel. And if you take the cavalry, then ten times. True, in artillery, the advantage is only three times, and machine guns twice, in aviation one and a half, but in battleships four times. Plus, the Germans planned to fight on two fronts. And against Britain, and France. True, they calculated that Austria-Hungary, Italy, and the Ottoman Empire would act on Germany's side.
  But in any case, the Entente's advantage is obvious. Besides, Italy is an unreliable ally.
  So Wilhelm's decision to start a war was an adventure.
  And Tsarist Russia had at that time a new weapon - light tanks "Luna"-2 which no country in the world had. And also tachankas - machine guns on chariots. And the bomber "Ilya Muromets", with four engines, and carrying two tons of bombs and eight pumets and it had no equal.
  The fighting began as in real history, but from the very beginning things did not go as the Germans wanted.
  So the Russian troops captured East Prussia and blockaded Königsberg. And Hindenburg's attempt to break through failed. Including due to bombing attacks on German troops.
  And at sea, the Japanese are waiting, and Admiral Makarov is fighting the Germans.
  Germany's fleet is the second in the world after Britain. Although it depends on how you count. Russia may have more battleships, but they are scattered across three seas, while the Germans have them in one fist. Plus, of course, there is the British fleet. But it is also scattered across four oceans. And the British are in no hurry to help Russia.
  So the Baltic fleet led by Makarov will have to fight the Germans alone. It is the end of August, warm, sunny weather.
  The chief admiral and hero of the Japanese war on a light mobile cruiser. This is his innovation.
  And the fact that the crew of the light cruiser consists only of girls too.
  The girls are all young, slender, active and in bikinis. They flash their bare feet and naked, round heels.
  The cruisers have only one gun, but it's a twelve-inch one. And the girls handle it masterfully.
  Natasha, shaking her abdominal muscles, exclaimed:
  - For our glorious Admiral Makarov!
  And she kicked the projectile with her bare heel. And the girls easily pushed it in, pushing their bare, sharpened feet against the armored deck.
  Zoya, the girl, pushing the death gift, squeaked:
  - For Nicholas II!
  Augustina noted, giving a kick with her bare knee:
  - For the Fatherland - our mother!
  Svetlana, stamping her bare feet, added:
  - We will kill the Germans!
  And so the shell is shoved into the barrel and the girls aim it at the target. Ahead is a large German fleet. It is believed that the German army is the strongest in the world. And that it is not so easy to deal with it.
  But then the twelve-inch gun spits out something lethal. And it flies - it's at the leading German destroyer. It hits the very center of the deck, and the ship splits into two parts.
  Natasha screams at the top of her lungs:
  - This is super!
  Zoya confirms, stamping her bare feet:
  - This is top class!
  Augustina bares her teeth and adds:
  - Let's do it again!
  Svetlana noted aggressively, her eyes flashing:
  - And there will be a specific cut!
  And her tongue is so nimble.
  Once again the girls push the shell into the cannon with their bare, round heels. They are very aggressively set on fighting the Kaiser's Germany.
  Makarov nods approvingly. The Russian fleet is ready for a duel at a distance. It has excellent guns and excellent sailors. So the Germans will get it.
  And there are also boys and girls in the navy who will give Kaiser Wilhelm a hard time.
  Admiral Makarov, giving orders, said:
  - Concentrate all fire on the nearest German ship!
  And it must be said that it worked. And the Russian guns began to destroy the Kaiser's cruiser and it sank almost immediately.
  Natasha, this almost naked captain of the first rank in a bikini, yelled:
  - Let's hit the enemy with lethal force!
  Zoya, stamping her bare feet, confirmed:
  - We'll definitely hit you!
  And here again a deadly shell flies from a Russian cruiser.
  Svetlana shouts:
  - For Rus' and the Goddess Lada!
  The death gift hits the destroyer and splits it into two parts. And again the German vessel sinks.
  Augustina, that red-haired girl whose copper-red hair flutters along the branches like a proletarian banner, confirms:
  - We girls are the most accurate in the world!
  Valentina, this girl in only panties, and with strawberry nipples on her tanned chest, confirms:
  - Glory to the country of Nicholas II!
  Victoria, a girl with bare legs that have become tanned and like chocolate, exclaims:
  - And glory to the great Admiral Makarov!
  Natasha, stamping her bare foot, which is very graceful and muscular, confirms:
  - And glory to Makarov!
  Zoya adds:
  - And glory to tsarist Russia!
  Augustina, along with the other girls, pulls up another deadly projectile and squeals:
  - And glory to all our ancestors and Russian gods!
  And so the girls, straining their muscular bodies, drive the weighty gift of death into the powerful weapon.
  And so the beauties loaded the twelve-inch cannon. And so the murderous gift of death was spat out of the gun. The girls even slapped their bare, sharpened feet in delight.
  And having flown over, the shell will hit the German Kaiser's Germany battleship. As a result of the precise hit, even such a huge ship, took and split into three parts.
  The girls threw up their hands and squealed:
  - For the light of the communism of the tsars!
  Here Natasha is giving orders again. And the girls are moving their bare, sharpened feet. And they are dragging another, very deadly projectile.
  Augustina sang:
  - We'll hit the enemy really hard!
  Svetlana added with gusto:
  - Our Makarov is an admiral and a sporty leader!
  Natasha added, baring her teeth:
  - Everything will be quasar-like for us -
  Kaiser, he is Wilhelm, a mediocre man!
  And the girls, pushing with their bare, round heels, propped themselves up and pulled the deadly gift of death.
  And so they pushed him barefoot into the breech of the gun. They loaded it and started aiming it.
  Natasha sang with enthusiasm:
  Monomakh took off his cap,
  Scratched the top of my head!
  Zoya added, stamping her bare foot:
  - Electric charge,
  He's hitting the cannon!
  And here flies the gift of death sent by the girls with a wild roar. And here the shell hits the very center of the battleship. And how it completely blows it apart. It also splits in half. And sprays in all directions.
  And bubbles and fountains will start to appear. And everything will go up in flames.
  The girls literally squeal with delight. And stamp their bare, chiseled feet. Of course, with them you can defeat even the formidable Kaiser's Germany.
  Admiral Makarov confidently leads the battle. His ships maneuver skillfully and rain down blows on the Germans of King Wilhelm.
  Natasha also runs very quickly. Her pink, bare heels just flash, like magical and very beautiful little girls' legs. And the other warriors' lower limbs are also good.
  They are again driving a shell into the barrel. The Kaiser's fleet is acting somewhat chaotically. His ships are interfering with each other despite their large numbers.
  Admiral Makarov uses his fleet skillfully. The fire is concentrated on the main flagship. And it comes under attack.
  Besides the admiral, there is only one man on the light cruiser - the cabin boy Olezhka. He looks small, but agile, and his bare, childish heels flash every now and then.
  The cabin boy has been known since the Russo-Japanese War. More than ten years have passed, and he is still a child. But it was he who saved the admiral and the battleship "Petropavlovsk", because he distracted the sailor from the wheel, and he moved the wheel a little, and the mine bite was not fatal.
  The boy was stuck at the age of ten, but he was so fast that no girl could keep up with him and very strong.
  He was still kept as a cabin boy, although the boy managed to fish one Japanese general out of the water and received a cross for it.
  But since he was still a child, he was still formally listed as a cabin boy.
  But the boy did the most important job in battle - he gave the shooting coordinates and the girls did not miss.
  Admiral Makarov noted:
  - Well done, the eternal boy! He should be given a medal for this.
  Anastasia, captain of the first rank, noted:
  - And transfer him to the rank of officer!
  Makarov nodded:
  - That goes without saying!
  And again the killing shot follows and this time the German flagship sinks. And thousands of the Kaiser's sailors jump into the water. Now that's a truly crushing blow.
  The boy squeals happily. Although in reality, he is fulfilling a mission. An adult from the twenty-first century must work off the immortality granted to him by the Russian Gods-demiurges. And he must be a ten-year-old boy for a hundred years.
  Serving at that time the tsarist Russia. And only then grow up to the age of twelve. At first, becoming a child again seemed like an interesting idea. But finding yourself in 1904, without a TV, Internet, computer, phone, smartphone, laptop and so on is not so great. Especially if you also live in the barracks, and everyone considers you a boy, with the corresponding attitude. True, physically you are a very strong boy, and much faster than an ordinary person, and most importantly, they cannot kill you - you have already received immortality and must work it off.
  And what power do you have over your peers! Children respect and even respect strength and agility.
  And Oleg became a cabin boy thanks to his advanced physical abilities.
  At ten years old you are still a snot, and of course they didn't really want to take him even as a cabin boy. But Oleg took it and easily bent nails with his hands and a nickel. This impressed the captain of the first rank, and he agreed to take the young hero on his ship.
  And the sailors soon began to respect the unusually strong and fast boy, who lifted heavy weights and wrestled everyone with his hands. Moreover, Oleg also dived very deep, staying without air for a long time, and was not afraid of the cold. He ran barefoot and in shorts in any weather and did not even sneeze. And his bare toes were so tenacious and nimble. The boy could even use them to lift an anchor on a chain, or hang upside down.
  And in a rage the boy could scatter a dozen sailors and lift a heavy weapon over his head.
  So Oleg earned everyone's respect and he liked it. He remained a boy, albeit very strong.
  And now he was aiming the gun, pressing his bare, round heels against the metal.
  And he sang:
  -Our proud "Varyag" will not surrender to the enemy, no one wishes mercy!
  The Tsar's fleet demonstrated high-level piloting. And its shells landed very accurately.
  Admiral Makarov did a lot to train sailors and officers. His squadron was strong. And the warriors were of high quality.
  Here are the battleships "Slava", "Suvorov", "Borodino", "Oslyabiya", "Alexander the Third", "Nikolai the First" - they fought very effectively. And their crews shot accurately.
  But of course, they couldn"t aim like a boy who had arrived from the twenty-first century.
  And they didn't have that many girls on board.
  Olezhka, aiming the guns at the target and pushing on with his bare, childish feet, sang:
  - God save the king,
  A strong sovereign...
  Reign in glory,
  To our glory!
  And Natasha, firing a shot and flashing her bare heels, cooed:
  Reign to the fear of your enemies,
  Orthodox Tsar...
  And the whole barefoot team of girls in bikinis joined in unison:
  Reign for glory, for our glory!
  And the girls again bring gifts of death, of very deadly force, and sink the Kaiser's ships, all the while singing cheerfully and cheerfully:
  - For the sake of the father-king,
  I will give birth to a hero!
  And when the fight begins -
  I'll become a woman-Satan!
  After the destruction of the flagship and heavy losses, the Germans began to retreat. Their ships, maintaining the appearance of order, retreated. And the Russian vessels were now firing in pursuit.
  And the battle was actually won, although the Baltic squadron was opposed by almost the entire fleet of Kaiser's Germany. And this is the second, or almost the second fleet in the world.
  The Russian fleet may have already become more numerous than the German one, but it is fragmented across four oceans, while here Germany had almost all of its forces.
  And lost to the genius Makarov.
  The girl, stamping her bare feet, was bustling about. Their cruiser, without slowing down, was moving after the Germans. And the boy Oleg Rybachenko was aiming the cannon at the target, resting his childish feet on the iron. And then a shell thundered from the eternal child.
  And another German battleship broke apart. And this must be said - a great achievement.
  Natasha sang, playing with her abdominal muscles:
  - The Greatest Take-Off, Go on a Campaign!
  Zoya, a girl with a beautiful figure and golden hair, noted:
  - I'm making a complete turn!
  The warriors here are really super stealers!
  Augustina stamped her bare foot on the metal and chirped:
  - For the great admiral!
  Oleg fought the Japanese in his time. In fact, there was only one major battle with them, thanks to a simple but masterfully executed trap.
  That's when the boy brought the shells, but he persuaded them to let him shoot. And he fired so hard that the Japanese cruiser split. It was considered an accident, but the boy was awarded anyway.
  And Oleg Rybachenko began to collect awards.
  This time he could count on something more serious. For example, a gold St. George's Cross with a bow. And this is still the highest award in the tsarist army for a private soldier, and for now still a cabin boy-artilleryman.
  And the girls will probably receive awards too.
  This is how the Russian fleet catches up with the German one. And literally shoots the enemy on the move.
  Svetlana sang, baring her teeth and winking:
  - Let the Russian falcon fly into the sky,
  I believe that Russia and its tsars will be resurrected!
  Natasha sang with enthusiasm:
  - Russia will rise again! Russia will rise again!
  And again the girls will push forward with bare feet and kick. And they will demolish another battleship.
  The Germans were given a very dashing beauties at sea. And the Kaiser's fleet was running away for a long time. And they kicked him, kicked him, kicked him.
  It was a game of tag.
  Zoya, this girl in a bikini, kicking her bare legs, cried:
  - For the Fatherland and freedom until the end!
  Augustina, stamping her bare foot, added:
  - Making hearts beat in unison.
  Of course, Kaiser's Germany was crushed at sea. But on land, too, Wilhelm's Germans got it in the neck. And they got it in the horns so aggressively. And they were bombed from the sky by the formidable "Ilya Muromets" and "Svyatogor" - the most powerful aircraft in the world. And on land, they were smashed by "Luna"-2 tanks.
  Elizabeth and Catherine rode together on this small tank and fired from two machine guns in one axis.
  The tank developed a speed of up to forty kilometers per hour on the highway, and traveled twenty-five kilometers on the road. And this gave it the opportunity to successfully maneuver, together with the formidable Russian cavalry.
  Having avoided revolution and turmoil, the tsarist empire had higher industrial production rates and was able to master the serial production of the Prokhorov tank, the very first machine of its kind in the world.
  The tank's downside was its thin armor, only against bullets. But the upside was the inclined arrangement of the steel sheets and frequent ricochets.
  So "Luna"-2 is not at all defenseless as one might think at first glance.
  And its small size makes it relatively cheap to produce.
  The war with the Germans is still a maneuverable one. There are no frozen front lines yet, and therefore light and mobile tanks are quite appropriate. Especially since no country in the world has them yet.
  Elizabeth shoots, pressing the trigger with her bare maiden heel and roars:
  - For a great Russia!
  Ekaterina fires at the enemy and aggressively remarks:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  . CHAPTER #12.
  The Tsar is indeed popular with the people. Bloody Sunday did not happen, Russia defeated Japan and is now confidently beating the Germans.
  The Tsar's army is indeed strong and has high fighting spirit.
  Wages are also rising and the situation of workers is improving.
  Shortly before the war, in honor of the three hundredth anniversary of the Romanov dynasty, Tsar Nicholas II graciously shortened the working day to ten and a half hours. And pre-holiday days and Saturdays to eight. Plus, the working day for women and people under twenty-one was shortened to eight hours, and pensions were increased.
  So the people are happy with the Tsar-father. Only a small part of the intelligentsia wants a parliament and political reforms.
  There are still landowners, but they get along with the peasants. So the external greatness of Russia compensates for the limited freedoms.
  In Orthodoxy, however, some changes are also taking place. In particular, good harvest years, and the widespread introduction of tractors and mineral fertilizers, irrigation and melioration - have solved the problem with bread and meat. Salaries have increased, and prices are stable - the ruble is backed by gold, after all.
  And the Orthodox Church abolished the fast before Christmas and relaxed other dietary restrictions. And this was generally received positively. Many Jews and Muslims willingly accepted Orthodoxy, which became easier and simpler.
  Also in Tsarist Russia, mortality from colds decreased, especially among children. And this also increased the authority of the authorities.
  So Tsarist Russia is on the rise, and the war is going well. Brusilov acted against the Austrians more successfully than in real history and Przemysl was taken immediately, avoiding its siege and losses.
  The supplies of the tsarist army were good, and the troops advanced confidently, and at the same time there was a numerical advantage. So the most optimistic forecasts came true.
  The German fleet suffered heavy losses and left in disarray.
  And the Russian squadron began bombarding Königsberg.
  Natasha and her team also took part in this.
  The girls fired their guns and sang:
  -And in the starry heights, and in the mountain silence,
  In the sea wave and the furious fire!
  And in a furious, furious fire!
  Zoya and the other girls pulled up the lethal projectile, pushing on it with their bare heels, and chirped:
  - To the new frontiers of tsarism!
  And the gun just went off. Describing a high arc of flight. And thundering so loudly that it lifted an entire German battery into the air.
  Augustina sang with a smile:
  - Our Tsar is the glory of battle,
  Our Tsar is the flight of youth!
  Struggling with the penny and winning,
  Nikolai is leading us to communism!
  Svetlana confidently confirmed, firing from a smaller gun:
  - Nikolai is leading us to communism!
  And so the girls got wild, it was just utter horror.
  And they shoot, I admit, very accurately and even deadly. No one can resist such people.
  Natasha noted with a chuckle, baring her teeth, as another Kaiser battery shot up into the air:
  - The music is playing, the drums are beating,
  The King of Germany is being taken to the cemetery!
  Zoya noted aggressively, winking her blue eyes:
  - We will win, I know it for sure,
  Girls walking through the spacious fields...
  And the planet will suddenly become a blooming paradise,
  Raise noble descendants!
  And the girl winked at her barefoot partners. They whistled in unison.
  And these are really very cheerful girls.
  And the striking power of the twelve-inch gun worked. And it crushed the enemy from Kaiser's Germany.
  The shelling of Makarov's squadron, and then the assault with the help of several hundred light Luna tanks, which had been given additional armor for survivability and were no longer taken by guns. And Kuropatkin, though a bit old, was still an eagle, and a hero of the assault on Koenigsberg. A bold attack by Russian troops and a convincing victory.
  The fall of Königsberg shocked the Germans. Even after the provocation, Turkey's entry into the war did not help them. And Germany itself was still beaten at the Marne. And it rolled back from Paris.
  The situation of Austria-Hungary became critical. The Slavs in its ranks deserted and surrendered by the hundreds of thousands. And the rest of the troops from Germans and Hungarians perished under the blows.
  The Tsarist army was much superior in numbers. The Germans were also beaten when they tried to attack Warsaw. They were overthrown by superior Russian forces.
  And they drove to the West.
  The Germans retreated and retreated to the east, collapsing the front. Six German corps were urgently thrown to the south, but it was too late.
  The Russians had already taken Krakow and surrounded Budapest. And then Bulgaria, which the Germans were trying to win over, declared war on Turkey.
  And it turned out to be even worse when, sensing that the Germans were finished, Italy attacked Austria-Hungary. And what was most unpleasant, Japan, offended by the Russians, attacked German possessions in the Pacific Ocean.
  True, it was a little late, since most of the German colonies had already been captured by Admiral Kolchak, who very successfully commanded the Pacific squadron.
  So Japan was left with nothing again, declaring war on Germany and very late.
  But at least it didn"t open a second front with Russia.
  The Germans began to transfer troops to the east. But the Allies took advantage of the weakening of the Germans and went on the offensive in Belgium.
  And they began to break forward.
  The situation was complicated by the fact that Austria-Hungary had effectively disintegrated and was no longer offering serious resistance. And the Germans brought their troops into battle in parts and suffered defeat after defeat.
  The Luna-2 tank turned out to be very successful. Its maneuvers in the German rear had destructive power. And the Tsar's cavalry was the best in the world.
  And everything was managed with unusual skill and there was a minimum of confusion. The Tsar's army advanced and took city after city.
  Kuropatkin had already approached the Oder, and Brusilov had even broken through to Vienna.
  And Austria-Hungary capitulated.
  The Germans on the Oder tried to organize a more or less solid defense. But they were not very successful.
  And in the West, the allies took Brussels - another significant achievement for the coalition.
  Here Kaiser Wilhelm realized that his situation was hopeless and asked for peace.
  And on November 25, 1914, the fighting ceased on the Russian-German front. Russian troops were already surrounding Berlin.
  There were also a couple more battles at sea, finishing off the Kaiser's fleet.
  The war ended in a few months. But Türkiye is not yet defeated.
  And the Russian troops switched to it.
  And Oleg Rybachenko flew from the Baltic on an airplane. And given his phenomenal accuracy, the boy was placed at the twelve-inch gun of the battleship Potemkin.
  In this story, there was no mutiny of the sailors. And the battleship, instead of the sad fame of a rebel, earned itself military glory.
  The Ottoman squadron was certainly no match for the German one in all respects.
  Even at sea, the boy only managed to fire a few shots, sinking Turkish ships.
  And then the pursuit began.
  And the daring landing of troops in Istanbul.
  Besides Oleg Rybachenko, the girls also landed on dry land.
  Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, Svetlana ran along the tour, flashing their bare, round heels.
  And they wrote about the Ottomans.
  The boy had two assault rifles in his hands, and shooting accurately, he sang:
  - Pioneer of all Goths,
  We'll drown them all like cats!
  Natasha confirmed, firing with fury:
  - Of course we will drown!
  And her bare heel threw up a gift of death. These girls were just walking destruction.
  Zoya, in a melodious manner, piercing through the Turks, noted:
  - God is with us!
  Augustina, cutting down the Turks, noted:
  - And this God is White!
  Svetlana, striking Osman's jaw with her bare foot, muttered:
  - Our God is the whitest in the world!
  Natasha, writing about the Turks, said:
  - All this is our Earth, all this is us!
  And with her bare toes she threw another grenade of destructive power.
  Zoya, writing on the Ottomans, wrote:
  - For Mother Rus'!
  And with bare toes, he will throw something lethal again.
  Then Augustine hit something destructive, pressing the button of a homemade bazooka with her scarlet nipple, and squealed:
  - For the Fatherland, our mother!
  And Svetlana added, crushing the enemy and chopping with swords:
  - For the sacred Motherland!
  And the girl stuck out her tongue.
  This was truly an extremely combative team. Against which the enemy could not stand.
  And Istanbul fell, and Türkiye capitulated before the New Year.
  Oleg Rybachenko received the shoulder straps of a captain of the third rank, which is not bad for a boy of about ten years old. By the way, he was like himself at about ten years old, but in reality he was a big boy, and did not look like such a dwarf. He was almost one and a half meters tall. More precisely, one meter forty-five centimeters.
  Considering that there was no generation of accelerated soldiers yet, Oleg Rybachenko could pass for a teenager. And that is why he was given an officer's rank. And also after the end of the war, he personally received the St. George's Cross made of gold and diamonds and with a bow from the hand of Emperor Nicholas II. And this was the highest and new soldier's award at that time.
  Oleg Rybachenko was simply happy. He had such a wonderful and cool victory.
  Tsarist Russia and its allies divided Turkey. And it disappeared from the world map.
  Asia Minor, northern and central Iraq, the straits and Istanbul went to Russia. Bulgaria also received a little Turkish land in the Balkans. Syria went to France. Palestine and part of Saudi Arabia to Britain, as well as southern Iraq, which the British managed to capture.
  Thus Britain became stronger through colonies, taking the German ones for itself.
  Russia received from the Germans the Klaipeda region, Poznan, Danzig, part of the lands near the Oder. And also reparations.
  Russia received the most from Austria-Hungary. Krakow and its lands became part of the Kingdom of Poland, Galicia and Bukovina became part of Russia. Czechoslovakia and Hungary became kingdoms headed by Nicholas II and also in Russia. Yugoslavia also emerged - formally independent, but a vassal of Russia. Romania also agreed to Russia's patronage, in exchange for Transylvania.
  Independent Austria became quite small. And Italy was able to get something too.
  France took back what Germany had previously taken from it, as did Denmark.
  Plus, part of the German lands was temporarily occupied.
  Everyone got a lot. Russia took the German colonies in the Pacific Ocean, except for a couple of islands that were given to Japan. Namibia became an English colony, or more precisely, part of the dominion of South Africa.
  This suited everyone. The biggest disputes were over reparations. Russia demanded a larger share for itself.
  Somehow, a compromise was reached here too.
  The time of peace had arrived. But small wars were still being waged. In particular, Russia, Britain and France decided to first divide Saudi Arabia, which had already been truncated.
  The war there was short and easy.
  Oleg Rybachenko and the girls actually ran barefoot through the desert for a while and caught the sheikh, the leader of the resistance.
  When they caught him, after a brief fight, the girls forced him to kiss their bare heels.
  Then the war with Iran. Russia and Britain divided this country too. This was also a very interesting idea.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Natasha with a team of girls attacked Iran.
  The boy slashed with his swords, cutting off the heads of the Persians, and said:
  - Glory to the era of the great dawn!
  Natasha noted, baring her teeth and shaking her scarlet nipples:
  - Glory to Tsar Nicholas II!
  Zoya, chopping down the Persians and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squealed:
  - Glory to our Motherland!
  And the girl's bare, round heel threw the pea of death.
  Augustina hit us, pressing the bazooka button with her ruby nipple and yelped:
  - Glory to Brusilov!
  Svetlana, throwing a heavy grenade with her bare toes and aggressively grinning, cooed:
  - For the Great Lada!
  The girls took on the Iranian army in earnest.
  And then tanks went into battle.
  This time a heavier tank designed by Mendeleev's son with cannons.
  Elena, Elizabeth, Catherine and Euphrosyne are riding on this tank.
  And the girls, of course, are barefoot and in bikinis.
  They drive along and sing:
  - Russian vodka, what have you done?
  Russian vodka - you ruined me!
  Russian vodka, herring for lunch!
  Good at having fun - hard at being hungover!
  And from the sky, Albina will press the pedal with her bare heel and drop bombs and "Ilya Muromets"-3 on the heads of the Shah's army. And no one will be able to resist.
  Miracle Iran was defeated with ease.
  And they also divided it, taking the north, the center and part of the coast. After which Russia finally received the long-awaited access to the Indian Ocean.
  But the story of wars is not over yet.
  No one wanted to give in yet. Oleg Rybachenko and the crew of girls and the ship crossed to the land to fight the army of the Afghan king there.
  They wanted new orders and glory. Besides, there are no TVs or computers yet, and entertainment is worse than in the twenty-first century. Maybe you can go to the circus or the theater. Even in the cinema, films are still silent and black and white.
  But the circus is similar, and not so different from the modern one. But you won't go there every day.
  But war is an interesting entertainment. Especially when you are immortal and cannot be killed.
  Of course, Oleg Rybachenko is very happy to go and conquer Afghanistan. And the girls want to fight too. And the next war is not coming soon.
  Germany has been disarmed, and Britain and France are not yet looking for trouble. So Tsar Nicholas has no great desire to fight them yet.
  Another possible direction for Russia's expansion is China, which is not yet completely divided between powerful states.
  There is already a Yellow Russia formed there, and it would be desirable to expand it to practically all of China. Which, however, looks like a dream for now.
  But considering the strength of Tsarist Russia, the dream is quite real. And for now, to Afghanistan.
  A boy and a battalion of girls in bikinis run barefoot along mountain cliffs.
  Here they are entering into battle with the mujahideen.
  Oleg Rybachenko fires a burst from his machine gun and throws a grenade of deadly force with his bare toes.
  The torn mujahideen fall. And the boy shouts:
  - To the glory of our father the Tsar, we were born brave for a reason!
  Natasha also fires and throws a grenade with her bare toes, after which she screams:
  - For Mother Rus'!
  Zoya, shooting at the Shah's warriors and mowing them down with a broom, kicked the gift of death with her bare heel and squeaked:
  - For the Russian Goddess Lada!
  Augustina, firing at the enemy with an assault rifle of the latest caliber, and also using her bare toes, growled:
  - To our striking power!
  Svetlana - this girl without prejudices with hair the color of spring snow and a great imagination, threw a deadly gift of death with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - For the great ideas of tsarist communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko, who had a considerable past life and already lived for about fifteen years in this century in a child"s immortal body, noted:
  - Is communism compatible with the tsar?
  Natasha logically noted, throwing a gift of death with her bare toes and tearing apart the Afghans:
  - Everything impossible is possible - I know for sure!
  Zoya, mowing down the Shah"s soldiers and firing at the enemy from a hand-held submachine gun, muttered:
  - In our souls we strive with our immaculate passion!
  Augustina, whose copper-red hair fluttered like a proletarian battle flag, chirped:
  - Glory to our Motherland and its miracles!
  And then she threw a very deadly gift of death with her bare toes.
  Svetlana, mowing down Afghans and piling up mountains of corpses, cooed enthusiastically:
  - In the name of Mother Russia!
  And her bare, round, pink heel will give in to the colossal force of destruction and annihilation.
  These girls in bikinis have taken on the Shah's army and no power in the world can stand against them.
  And here the warriors are riding on two of the newest Luna-4 tanks.
  The vehicles had four machine guns each, and more advanced engines, which allowed them to reach speeds of sixty kilometers on the highway and forty on the road. And the armor was thicker and of better quality than on previous models.
  Of course, Elizabeth and Elena were almost naked and barefoot. And they drove the car very confidently.
  Elizabeth, firing her machine guns, chirped:
  - Nicholas is a great mission - the greatest king of kings!
  Catherine, destroying the Shah's warriors, sang:
  -The pulse of the Earth beats anxiously between the stars,
  The fields sparkle with crystal - irrigated...
  I protect the peace of my family -
  Serving with all our hearts - Mother Russia!
  And the girl presses on the pedal with her bare, round heel.
  These girls are just super.
  Elena and Euphrosyne also fight desperately. And no one can stand against these girls.
  Elena hits the enemy with her bare toes and chiseled legs and coos:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  Euphrosyne, having hit the Shah"s troops with her bare, maiden heel, yelped:
  - Glory to all the most beautiful kings!
  And the girls sang in chorus, stamping their bare feet:
  - Glory to Russia, glory,
  Tanks rush forward...
  Girls with almost no clothes,
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  That's how the warriors got serious on two tanks with machine guns. And they crushed the Afghans thoroughly.
  And then combat aircraft began to press from the air. Including the "Dobrynya Nikitich" with six engines and a record bomb load.
  And Anastasia Vedmakova will press on the pedal with her bare, round, pink heel.
  And from the belly of the bomber, deadly and destructive bombs will suddenly fall out.
  And Anastasia will take and sing:
  - There is no more beautiful Motherland than Russia,
  Fight for her and don't be afraid...
  There are no more beautiful girls in the universe -
  All the universe is a torch of light, Rus'!
  Akulina Orlova, firing at the Shah's mujahideen from the Dobrynya Nikitich machine guns, added:
  - There are no more beautiful words for the Motherland,
  Clutching the tricolor flag of victory to his chest...
  Be a Russian knight and be ready for battles -
  Live for the dream that our grandfathers gave us!
  Mirabella Magnetic slammed into the Afghan troops. And mowed them down en masse.
  And she also hit with a flamethrower. And burned out a lot of dushmans, burning them to the ground.
  After which she sang:
  - We are the strongest in the world,
  We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  And the girl stuck out her tongue. And winked at her partners.
  That's where the planes of Tsarist Russia are thrashing the mujahideen. And dropping bombs and napalm.
  Heavier tanks also fight well, but with good cross-country ability and powerful engines. In particular, the newest NR-2 weighing fifty tons, which crushes the enemy. NR - translated - "Nikolai Romanov".
  This is the first experimental model of a tank with two high-explosive guns and six machine guns.
  And how he crushes the Afghan troops of the king.
  And the girls bare their teeth inside the tank and laugh.
  Alenka fires a shot using her bare toes and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to the Father Tsar!
  And the other girls shout:
  - Glory!
  And their tank runs up the steep slopes.
  And behind them, flashing their bare heels, girls in panties are racing, their ruby nipples sparkling in the sun.
  These are the girls - almost completely naked, and their breasts are so delicious.
  Anyuta aims the machine guns with her bare toes and crushes the Afghans, squealing and roaring:
  - For our mother Russia!
  And the tank moves and crushes the dushmans. There are some very dashing girls there.
  Alla roars with excitement:
  - And the dashing girls attack into battle,
  Russia is behind us, Russia is behind us!
  This girl is so red-haired and cool.
  Maria also thrashes the king's troops and squeals:
  - In the name of Holy Rus'!
  Olympiada gets going and crushes her enemies with force. And she kicks the enemy with her bare heel.
  And the projectile flies with a deadly amplitude...
  The army of the Afghan king was partially destroyed and partially scattered.
  And stamping their bare feet, the girls entered Kabul. And now they are moving further through Afghanistan.
  Oleg Rybachenko pursues the enemy. Together with the eternal girl Margarita Korshunova, they overtook the sheikh's army.
  And so the boy and the girl chop with sabres. And chop the mujahideen with all their fury.
  The boy threw a pea with his bare toes and tore apart a dozen of the sheikh's soldiers.
  And he roared:
  - Our Tsar Nicholas,
  Don't open your mouth too wide!
  Margarita acts very aggressively. She runs a mill. She throws a pea with her bare toes and roars:
  - For tsarist communism!
  And then the children start whistling in unison. And the crows are literally stunned and fall like rain on the Afghans' heads. And that's really cool.
  Oleg Rybachenko chops down enemies and roars:
  - Consider the ideas of communism and the triumph of tsarism!
  And again, he pounces on the enemy.
  And the swords of the enemy boy chop up like cabbage.
  Here is his amazing attack.
  And again the whistle with the fainted crows.
  They are still ahead in the score. And their advantage is even growing.
  Margarita squeals and roars:
  - Glory to the Russian heroes!
  And with her bare heel the girl threw the gift of annihilation.
  This is what a fighting beauty she is.
  Although she is still a child. And once she was an adult, and even an elderly woman. But she also bought herself immortality and received eternal youth. True, for now she is a girl of a hundred years. And then she may grow up. But for now she serves in the Russian army. And she is also a superman.
  And since, unlike Oleg Rybachenko, this writer was not into computer games, it is much easier for her. Of course, she likes to fight.
  Immortal children friends. It is somehow strange to be adults, and even to have many years and become very young.
  And thinking became more childish, although memory and personality were completely preserved.
  And I must say this is very cool.
  . CHAPTER #13.
  Margarita and Oleg throw an explosive package with their bare, childish heels and blow the sheikh to pieces. And that's it with his entourage. Then they chop up the enemies with swords. And this is their baptism of fire. And then they whistle again...
  Crows fall on the heads of the mujahideen and pierce their skulls without any problems.
  Oleg roars, cutting down his opponents:
  - Margarita, the window is open!
  And again he chops down the mill, chopping off the last heads.
  Now Russian troops have occupied Kandahar. There are fewer and fewer people willing to fight the invincible army of Tsar Nicholas II.
  Now other cities are surrendering without a fight. Or almost without a fight.
  Only in the mountains are there still isolated gangs operating.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova just started hunting for such a gang.
  The boy and the girl chopped down the brave warriors of Allah. And they acted with all the incredible audacity.
  The immortal child threw a grenade with his bare heel, tore apart his opponents and squeaked:
  - For a new USSR!
  Margarita, waving swords and cutting off heads, croaked:
  - To new frontiers!
  And the girl's bare heel hurled colossal destruction, tearing apart the enemies.
  And now the children are whistling again and numerous, stunned crows are falling on the heads of the mujahideen.
  And this gang is destroyed. Everything was done very smartly.
  Afghanistan is sort of captured... Several more small gangs were destroyed by immortal children.
  For this they received money and new ranks. The people of Afghanistan decided to submit to the new king. And for now they were living quite well.
  Almost immediately, construction began on a railway to India.
  Britain received a purely symbolic piece of Afghanistan, but declared victory.
  And Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita moved to Manchuria. It's quiet there for now.
  But a little further south, a communist uprising broke out. And an attempt to bring red power to China.
  The official government of the Celestial Empire turned to Tsarist Russia for help.
  And the uprising grew and grew. And the Red Army troops even captured Beijing.
  The Russian army moved to the offensive. The fleet, led by
  Kolchak. And he is a worthy successor to Admiral Makarov. And he confidently crushes the Red Army of China.
  And the girls from the sea are firing and releasing large, deadly projectiles.
  And the girls' bare, round heels flash. And they shoot from the guns of cruisers and battleships.
  The warriors run swiftly. Battle Anna gives orders. And the artillery fires.
  Veronica - this girl, a naval officer, also gives commands, wearing only panties and a thin strip of fabric on her chest.
  And at her command the sixteen-inch guns go off. And they tear apart the ports of Beijing.
  Oleg Rybachenko, as always, in battle... He is such a cute, muscular boy in shorts. And he chops down Chinese troops with enthusiasm. These are some brutal battles.
  Margarita also fights with great efficiency. And she cuts down the brave warriors of the Celestial Empire with her swords.
  The girl, fighting with the enemy and waving swords, causing heads to fly off, began to sing;
  Russia is the greatest of countries,
  Beautiful great Fatherland...
  Comrade Stalin is an ideal,
  Let's build the happiness of communism soon!
  
  For now, however, we have a line of kings,
  The Romanovs rule Russia...
  Defeat the enemy of the Fatherland,
  Let Abel triumph, not Cain!
  
  Let Nicholas be a great Tsar,
  Lucky in battles and accomplishments...
  You defeat the hordes for Russia,
  This will be the opinion about the state!
  
  I will sign a subscription for Nikolai,
  I will not allow the autocrat to be offended...
  Let napalm rain down on people from the sky,
  I will not lose hope, believe me!
  
  We are the great Russian eagles,
  Capable of conquering the vastness of the universe...
  Modest and at the same time, believe me, proud,
  With your strength in battle, unchanging!
  
  Girls and boys all the same,
  The knights fight very bravely...
  Russia, you have been great for a long time -
  We don't need to sulk in annoyance!
  
  There is a legion of enemies around the girls,
  But they bravely destroy the evil ones...
  We have enough fists,
  We will win our place in paradise!
  
  May our share be high,
  And Rus' will become incredibly rich...
  Don't look down on girls,
  They are slender and not hunchbacked at all!
  
  In the name of our Motherland, a star,
  Let communism shine brightly...
  May the great dream come true,
  Nature will be in endless May!
  
  Everything will blossom in full bloom,
  Everything will be very bright, clean...
  We will open an unlimited account of victories,
  Believe in the name of the banner of communism!
  
  What kind of people rule on earth,
  Those who are more precious to the Fatherland...
  Although sometimes hidden in the darkness,
  We are capable of giving a solid punch in the face!
  
  I love Belobog and Christ,
  I respect both Lada and Maria...
  Love for Russia is as pure as crystal,
  I fight for her and dare!
  
  In the Name of the Family, for the sake of all people,
  Let's go to Golgotha if we need to...
  The mad villain will disappear into hell,
  And I believe the enemies will die soon!
  
  I know what makes Rus' beautiful and strong,
  That the girls and boys in it are brave...
  Let Satan attack in force,
  We're going to have great things going on!
  
  Don't believe who is burying our Rus',
  You know, they are not very smart...
  And you fight and just don"t be afraid,
  And puffing out your cheeks bravely in battle!
  
  The warriors are brave, believe me,
  Brave, courageous in majestic dance...
  Sometimes we are attacked by an evil beast,
  But there is no glory stronger than Russian glory!
  
  Our Motherland is already blooming,
  Believe me, this is the lush color of the Family...
  The victories opened an unlimited account,
  And the feats of heroism are sung!
  The lion captain did see an alternative version of history.
  Ivan the Terrible, according to some sources, was poisoned by his entourage. Boris Godunov is especially suspected, who after the death of the tsar became the de facto ruler of Russia under his weak-willed son Feodor. And Ivan the Terrible was only fifty-three years old at the time of his death. By today's standards - not much. Although for the Middle Ages, it was a decent life expectancy - however, Genghis Khan, for example, lived seventy-two years, the Pope of the time of Philip VI almost ninety years, one Zaporozhian ataman reached a hundred years, if we take those who are well known. And Suleiman the Magnificent lived seventy-one years, a contemporary of Ivan the Terrible. So why shouldn't this tsar live longer?
  Moreover, Ivan Vasilyevich was distinguished by his contemporary testimony by his remarkable physical strength and endurance. Be that as it may, thanks to a ring with a special stone, the tsar managed to avoid poisoning and continued to be in power. First of all, he married an English princess and entered into an alliance with the growing strength of Britain. And this was indeed strength. Tsarist Russia, or as it was more often called then Muscovy, was fighting in the east for now. The Siberian Khanate was finally conquered and the cities, including Tobolsk, were rebuilt. In addition, the tsar sent reinforcements to Ermak in time and he escaped death. Which made it possible to use this outstanding commander, strategist and conqueror for further expansion. Russian troops marched to the south and conquered part of the territory of modern Kazakhstan, and fortified themselves on Lake Baikal, founding a fortress there.
  However, large distances hindered expansion.
  In 1590, Tsar Ivan the Terrible had another son and named him Alexander. He was half the tsar's and an English princess's. In 1591, a small war with Sweden took place. This time, the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth was on Russia's side. The war was victorious, and the Russians regained the lands they had previously lost in the Livonian War. They could have built on their success, but Ivan the Terrible did not want to get bogged down in the West - his gaze turned to the East. The Tsar wanted to conquer both India and China, and repeat the exploits of Tamerlane and Genghis Khan.
  Therefore, the Russian troops limited themselves to recapturing their own territory and did not go further to Sweden. Especially since the Poles could have struck them in the back.
  The tsarist power of Ivan Vasilyevich continued to advance eastward. Not too quickly - natural barriers, the relatively sparsely populated territory and the harsh climate hindered it.
  In 1593, Ivan the Terrible's son Dmitry died under unclear circumstances. And in 1598, Feodor died too. Then Russia again faced severe trials - three cold summers in a row and crop failures.
  Ivan the Terrible did, however, order the granaries to be opened and managed to save most of the people from starvation. And in 1605, a new war broke out with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The Poles wanted to return Smolensk and other lands that had been taken from them in the former kingdoms of Vasily and Ivan. And the Swedes also came out with them. The situation was aggravated by the fact that Ivan the Terrible was already old. And so, at seventy-five, he really did die. For the Middle Ages, his age was already serious. And on the throne was Alexander the First - a fifteen-year-old tsar and the son of an English princess. The age of fifteen was considered adulthood in Rus' at that time. And the young tsar had to solve many problems right in the heat of the moment.
  Russia had by this time reached the Pacific Ocean and conquered almost all of Kazakhstan. Its territory had become enormous, perhaps even the largest in the world, but most of it was sparsely populated. But the population was still quite large. In addition, the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth did not have such a strong government and centralization. The young tsar had some good helpers, in particular Skopin-Shuisky. Polish troops besieged Smolensk, but were soon defeated by a larger Russian army with more guns.
  The Swedes were also defeated, and they fled from Novgorod.
  The Russians transferred the fighting to the territory of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The young tsar personally led the siege of Polotsk and the city fell. Vitebsk and Orsha were also taken. The Poles retreated. However, it was dangerous to break away too far - Sweden had a large and well-organized army. Moreover, they also had a young and very capable king on the throne.
  And fighting broke out every now and then. Russian troops led by Skopin-Shuisky nevertheless took and attacked Minsk, capturing the city and defeating the Poles. The fighting was generally in favor of the Russian troops. And the Poles offered peace, agreeing to cede Polotsk and the surrounding lands.
  The young king wanted to go to sea more to have direct communication with Britain, since it was difficult to do this through Arkhangelsk. And so he agreed to moderate conditions that were generally beneficial to Russia. After which the Russian army besieged and took Narva. And received a pretty good port, so to speak. Then followed the campaign and siege of Revel. England provided Russia with assistance from the sea and Revel fell. And after that, the Russians took Vyborg. After which the Swedes gave another battle, but were utterly defeated this time.
  And they were forced to make peace. Russia annexed Vyborg, Revel, Narva, and a number of smaller cities and fortresses. And received free access to the sea. And the young Tsar Alexander began to build Alexandria at the mouth of the Neva.
  Yes, to do exactly the same as Peter the Great. Only he built St. Petersburg, and Alexander Alexandria. And also the mouth of the Neva with its Kronstadt. And of course the construction of a fleet, both commercial and military. The empire was rising...
  A new war with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth was inevitable. The Russians wanted to restore the state within the former borders of Kievan Rus. In real history, this was only achieved in the twentieth century, already under Stalin, and not completely. Przemysl, which was part of Kievan Rus, remained with the Poles.
  But this time the Tsar and his entourage were ready to restore the borders of the empire once and for all. And since Poland, having lost most of its territory, would be an eternal enemy for Russia, wouldn't it be better to include it all in the great power?
  And the main commander Skopin-Shuisky invaded Poland. Plus, local hetmans in Ukraine also rose up against the gentry power.
  And a great war with colossal ambitions began.
  Skopin-Shuisky was an outstanding commander. And indeed, if he put part of the army on skis, and made arquebuses on a horse. Even Russian troops tried to make some semblance of tanks from wood.
  And they used some kind of flamethrowers. In any case, the Poles suffered defeat after defeat. And very beautiful girls fought with them. In any weather, they were barefoot and in only thin panties and a narrow strip of fabric on their chests. And these beautiful and delightful beauties were in good shape.
  They are commanded by Alenka, a superwoman girl, and she throws a grenade with coal filling with her bare toes.
  And the Poles scattered in different directions.
  These are really super girls. And their legs are tanned and very sexy. And how their bare heels flashed. These are such super girls.
  Russian troops took Minsk, Vilno, Grodno and Brest, and in the south they captured Kiev and were already approaching Lvov. Then Sweden entered the war on the side of Poland. The fighting flared up with renewed vigor. The Scandinavian army besieged Vyborg. Rapid assaults began.
  But there were girls in bikinis on the walls again - so beautiful, sexy, almost completely naked, with amazing charisma. And they swung their swords, and chopped down the advancing Swedes, and Finns and Norwegians. And blood flowed in streams. And the stairs were flooded, and the infantrymen slipped. And fell down.
  Alenka threw a homemade bomb made of sawdust. It tore apart a mass of Swedes and sang:
  Sparkles like a radiant star,
  Through the mist of impenetrable darkness...
  The great hero Alexander -
  Knows neither pain nor fear!
  And the girl performed a technique - a mill. And heads flew like cabbages. That's really what kind of chopping.
  And the attack was repelled, with great losses for the Swedes. The siege of Vyborg dragged on. And the Russian troops showed valor.
  And so Skopin-Shuisky's army took Warsaw by storm.
  The Poles fled... They were pursued all the way to Krakow and burst in on their shoulders. And the entire Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth was conquered. And King Zigismund was captured. And he was forced to abdicate the throne in favor of Alexander the First - the Great. The coronation of the Russian Tsar, who proclaimed himself Emperor of All Rus', soon took place.
  A large army moved towards Sweden. And there was already a powerful Russian fleet at sea. And they struck without mercy on all fronts. And so the Russian troops reached Stockholm. And took it by rapid assault.
  And so this empire was captured. And so it was an impressive victory.
  After which a period of peace set in, but not for very long. The Russian army began a campaign, first to Azov, and then to Crimea.
  As they say, Russia's place is in the south.
  And so Skopin Shuisky made a campaign. And Crimea was captured, and then a campaign to the Danube. And this campaign will be colossal. And so Transylvania was taken.
  And above it are the royal flags. And the girls are barefoot and almost naked, slapping, and it just happened to snow. And their bare feet leave such graceful traces in the snow. Now that's a real victory.
  But this is only the first part of success. And now we must move further, straight to the south, and to Constantinople.
  And the bare feet of the girls slapped, and the warriors are cool. But this army moves with guns, and looks menacing. And the Russian army has a new thing - guns with many barrels, even small ones. And they act like machine guns. And they hit extremely hard.
  Here is a really tough fight... And the Turks are beaten without any mercy. But then the war of Tsar Alexander approached Constantinople. And the barefoot girls went on the attack. And let's throw with their bare toes a killing force and began to throw destructive gifts of annihilation.
  And the Turks ran away. And the warrior girls loaded the proud Russian trackcolor!
  And they all exclaimed in unison:
  - Glory to Russia! Glory to the heroes of Russia!
  And the Cossacks burst into the city called Tsargrad. And occupied the buildings. This is truly a crushing victory.
  Alenka tweeted:
  There is no more beautiful Motherland than Russia,
  Fight for her and don't be afraid...
  There is no more beautiful country in the universe,
  Rus', the torch of light for the whole universe!
  Constantinople fell and Russian troops entered Maruya Asia. And Greece was liberated. How many beautiful girls joined the Russian army.
  Here they went on moving. The resistance of the Turks was weak. And the locals fell on their knees and kissed the bare footprints of the graceful, strong, muscular, tanned feet of the girls. This is truly a fight, what can we say is super.
  So Russian troops entered Syria. And conquered it. And reached the Persian Gulf. And it was cool. Kuwait and Basra fell.
  Alenka took it and began to sing:
  You are there, Alexander, where
  the heart of Russia beats strongest...
  I believe the Fatherland will be saved,
  After all, the king is God's messiah!
  And the warriors are back in action and in good shape. How they are ready to fight. And they show their greatest level of fighter-goddesses.
  And of course, the Russian army reached Mecca. And the entire Saudi Peninsula was conquered. And then the Tsar's troops entered Egypt.
  The girls marched barefoot on the hot sand of the desert. And their bare soles were so rough that even the hot sand did not burn them.
  These girls are such a miracle. And they sing:
  Hymn of the exalted holy Motherland,
  In our hearts we sing of barefoot girls...
  Tsar Alexander is the most dear,
  And the voices of the beauties are very clear!
  And so they entered Alexandria, and there the Russian flags were flying again. And Egypt became Russian - which is extremely cool and wonderful. And then the Russian troops split up: some went south to Sudan, and others along the coast to Libya, and then Tunisia and Algeria.
  And again the bare feet of the beauties slap the sand. And they are very delightful warriors - just super. And here they are in Libya, and the royal flag has already been installed there.
  And then Tunisia and Algeria. The latter has many pirates. But they are being destroyed by both the Russian and English fleets. And the corsairs were simply hanged. Right upside down.
  Only a few cabin boys remained alive. And the girls forced the captured boys to kiss their bare, rough soles. And then they grabbed their noses with their toes. And they really did plums. And the noses of the young corsairs swelled.
  And then another battle. Invasion of Morocco. Like, the whole of North Africa is ours. So why bother with trifles and ceremony?
  They'll just go and get mad like an anaconda. Who can resist something like that? And the girls walked along the coast. Russian cannons will hit them with grapeshot. And flamethrowers are in action.
  Plus, the tsar's army has a new thing - unicorns! And this weapon is, let's say, long-range. These are really cool fighters.
  After conquering the territory of the Ottoman Empire, Russian troops entered Iran. Of course, there were battles here too. But the terrain and the stretched communications caused more problems than the enemy troops. And again, an impressive victory was won.
  And the Shah and his light kiss the girls their bare, calloused, and dusty, but at the same time very seductive soles. Now this is really very cool.
  What a class these girls are. Alenka chirped:
  What could a Russian warrior be afraid of?
  Even the gun from hell doesn't scare us...
  We girls know how to fight like crazy,
  He will perform a mighty feat of arms!
  And so Iran is conquered. And there is a temporary lull - it is necessary to digest what has been conquered and to strengthen the newly annexed territories.
  Both the Tsar and Emperor Alexander Ivanovich undertook some reforms. In particular, he convened the Ninth Ecumenical Council of the Orthodox Church and convinced it to adopt a resolution - legalize polygamy. As in Islam, it was possible to have four wives, and noble princes and boyars could have more. This was a strong step that should speed up the assimilation and Russification of the outskirts.
  Thus the king and emperor were declared to be the viceroy of God on Earth, and he had to pray almost as if to the Almighty, and in any case higher than to the saints and archangels.
  Well, and much more... The list of saints was expanded to include Ivan the Terrible.
  Peace lasted for some time... But Tsar Alexander decided to conquer India as well. Indeed, why not take what is easy to get. They conquered it and indeed without any big problems. They also beat the Portuguese who had their bases there.
  Well, Manchurian China also attacked Russia. Well, a new campaign, against a very serious enemy. And such a big and bloody war began.
  But the warrior girls are on top. And the Russian army even has missiles. And they hit the Chinese with them. And it was amazing.
  Alenka and Natasha slapped their bare, graceful, chiseled, tanned, muscular feet and squealed:
  I believe that in unity
  the streams of the Slavic race will merge...
  Mighty knights fight,
  For happiness, for honor, for freedom!
  And so the Chinese flee before the Russian troops. The army of Tsar Alexander approaches Beijing. A swift assault follows. And the girls flash with their bare, round, girlish heels. And so they climb the wall with great energy. And so the Cossacks and the knightly army follow the girls. And so Beijing falls.
  And a few months later, the entire Celestial Empire was conquered. Such an outstanding victory.
  But that wasn't the end of it, Russian troops went to Indochina. And there they also conquered lands, reaching Singapore. And here the girls slapped their bare feet through the jungle.
  But here too the conquests reached their limits, and then by sea across the islands. And Korea was captured. But there is also Japan and Australia. And troops are already landing there. The samurai fight desperately, but they are still beaten. And in Australia there are only savages, and it is turned into a colony. And Japan fell... Alexander the First ordered to go to Africa. But he did not live to see the complete conquest of the Black Continent. In 1665, the great tsar died at the age of seventy-five, like his father. And the new tsar was Mikhail the First, the tsar's grandson. He completed the conquest of Africa, and then the penetration into the American continent, but that is another story.
  . CHAPTER #14.
  
  Then Captain Leo had some new cool visions - just super!
  In early October, rains began to fall more frequently. It became more difficult for German and American equipment to advance toward the Soviet capital. And in two weeks of fighting, the Germans and the coalition advanced only fifty to one hundred kilometers in the central direction.
  This was noticeably out of step with the previously planned schedule. But in the south, everything was going according to plan. The Nazis had already reached the bend of the Don, approaching Stalingrad. The plan was to capture this fatal city for Germany right away. In this case, it would be possible to cut off the artery along the Volga, which regularly supplied the Red Army with fuel.
  Hermann Goering was in a mixed mood of nervousness and elation. The Maus tank was not distinguished by great operational mobility, and despite its thick armor and powerful armament, its combat qualities were not very great. So the hopes associated with the little mouse did not come true. Moreover, numerous German vehicles in off-road and slush conditions sharply lost their combat qualities, especially their running qualities. The Panthers still often broke down and went out of action. The Tigers were doing somewhat better. Although this tank was heavier, it had a more reliable transmission. The Tiger generally proved itself to be a very effective breakthrough tank, but it was produced in insufficient quantities. The Churchill and Challenger, as well as the screened Sherman, also turned out to be relatively good. However, the running qualities of the heavy Sherman dropped sharply when it started raining.
  In the sky, the dominance of German-American aviation remained, but cloudy weather reduced the number and effectiveness of sorties. The rains that began to pour began to interfere with the German machine. The chassis, located in a checkerboard pattern, caused particular criticism.
  At the testing ground, new chassis from the "E" series of tanks were being tested. These new generation tanks were supposed to become a promising development for the future and rid the armored vehicles of many of the shortcomings inherent in their technology.
  In this situation, the E-10 self-propelled gun was being tested.
  Guerin looked with curiosity at this construction, which they say:
  Small but mighty.
  The E 10 chassis used four 1000 mm diameter road wheels with rubber tires (per side). Each of them was attached to the side separately, which made maintenance and repair easier. Belleville springs (a spring consisting of disc washers) installed in cylindrical casings were used as an elastic element of the suspension. This suspension system, developed by Doctor of Technical Sciences Lehr, became a kind of "highlight" of all E series projects. When designing these vehicles, they decided to abandon the use of transverse torsion shafts above the bottom of the hull, as on the "Panthers" and "Tigers". This made it possible not only to reduce the overall height of the vehicle, but also to provide an emergency hatch for the crew in the bottom of the tank, which was repeatedly requested by tankers. The rollers on the E 10 were offset from each other so that the ridge of the tracks passed between them.
  That is, a much more advanced and effective chassis was obtained. Moreover, its repairability increased many times over. The same was envisaged for other tanks of the E series. In particular, the E-50 was supposed to weigh about fifty tons and have superiority in the main indicators over the "Panther"-2.
  However, the E 10 project differed from all other E-series vehicles - the suspension elements were equipped with an additional hydraulic drive, with the help of which the self-propelled gun could change the ground clearance (according to the data shown at the proving ground, the E 10 could "squat" by 200 mm). The use of 400 mm wide tracks in the chassis ensured low specific pressure on the ground and, therefore, good cross-country ability. And due to the length-to-width ratio, which was 1.04 for the E 10, the vehicle should have good maneuverability. In terms of its dimensions (length with gun 6.91 m, hull length 5.35 m, width 2.86 meters, height 1.66 m or 1.4 meters), the E 10 tank destroyer was comparable to the Hetzer, only even lower and with stronger armor.
  The Germans were just firing at the 82-mm armor, installed at a large angle. The shell of the 76-mm Soviet gun bounced off the armor, even when fired at point-blank range. The captured T-34 fired, gradually approaching. Here is the last shot fired almost at point-blank range.
  Then came the tests with the captured IS-1. The vehicle moved, firing the first shell from a distance of one and a half kilometers. The deadly present, hitting the armor at a steep angle, ricocheted. The Soviet tank continued to approach.
  Hermann Goering, licking his full lips, muttered:
  - Our technology must be the best in the world. And better than the Soviet and even American.
  The Reich Minister of Armaments and Munitions Speer hastened to assure the fat Fuhrer:
  - So it will be, your majesty. We will raise the level of our combat capability!
  Borov liked it and grunted. Meanwhile, a Soviet tank fired at a German E-10 vehicle from a distance of one kilometer. Thanks to the high degree of rational inclination, this projectile also ricocheted.
  Meanwhile, Goering began to eat. He liked pork the most and was cutting up a specially prepared boar in sauce. He ate using an expensive gold service and drank the most expensive overseas wines. But wasn't he the Fuhrer of Germany and couldn't afford unearthly pleasures? Soviet troops in the south found themselves in a large cauldron after the Germans, repeating the 1942 maneuver, found themselves in the rear of the Soviet troops west of the Don River. The Voroshilovograd and Donetsk groups of Soviet troops were surrounded. But now the most important thing for the Germans was not to complete the encirclement of the cauldron, but to try to take Stalingrad on the move.
  But here Hermann Goering somewhat lost heart. The word Stalingrad frightened the Germans, and they were afraid to attack it. So the Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the ground forces, and the Fuhrer of Germany unexpectedly gave the order to finish off the encircled Soviet troops. Still, going to Stalingrad without a secured rear seemed extremely scary to the boar.
  At the same time, the Fuhrer ordered:
  - Send reserves to the Taman region, with the aim of developing an offensive in the Caucasus itself.
  Mainstein doubted this idea:
  - We need forces to take Moscow, my Fuhrer. Is it worth dispersing our forces?
  Rommel agreed with this formulation of the question:
  - The Russians, my Fuhrer, turned out to be stronger near Moscow than we thought. It may turn out that the capital of Russia will not be taken until winter. And then the question is how our coalition will be able to fight in harsh frosty conditions.
  Guderian also noted with concern:
  - Our tanks with staggered rollers will freeze into the ground in late autumn conditions. Mud and dirt will clog between the rollers. Maybe it really would be better... Here Guderian hesitated. It is really easy to talk, but difficult to advise anything real.
  The leading American strategic genius, General Nimitz, noted:
  - By starting the offensive on the Kursk Bulge on July 5, we left ourselves too little time for an attack. It is entirely possible that Moscow will not be taken this year. This means that we must be prepared for the winter and not make the same mistakes as before.
  Speer sighed heavily and replied:
  - The production of sets of warm clothing and various types of frost-resistant oils has increased significantly. In addition, glass and tank heating has been introduced. But of course, it will be extremely difficult to provide all foreign legionnaires. And the combat qualities of our infantry, tanks and aviation will decrease significantly. Although I think the tragedy of 1941 will not be repeated.
  Goering, wheezing capriciously through his nose, stained with pork fat, roared:
  - So you don"t believe that you can take Moscow before winter?
  Meinstein waved his hand with a hopeless look:
  - I would like to believe it, but... The resistance of the Russians is not decreasing, and our losses are great. So it is doubtful whether we will be able to break such a horde! The militia takes part in the battles, which fight desperately and heroically.
  Rommel proposed his own version:
  - Maybe we really should stop the offensive, but we will continue to wear down the USSR, exhausting it with massive bombings. In the end, the Dua doctrine is the best and most effective.
  Here the cunning field marshal wanted to flatter Hermann Goering. The fat Fuhrer snorted contentedly, but answered lazily:
  - I think it's too early to stop our offensive. First, complete the encirclement of Vyazma and Rzhev. Then it will be just a little bit left to Moscow, and we'll be able to finish off the enemy next spring.
  Mainstein, having bitten off some sausage from the master"s table, remarked:
  - In the south, while the weather conditions allow, we can continue advancing. But I personally think that the best option would be to move on Stalingrad without wasting time.
  Goering growled arrogantly:
  - No one is wasting time! First we will finish off the Russians in the east of Ukraine, then, having secured a reliable rear, we will capture Stalingrad. We can break the enemy - the self-propelled siege gun "Sturmtiger" will have its say.
  Mainstein remarked seriously:
  - "Sturmtiger" is an effective vehicle for attacks on cities. In this regard, it is exactly what we need. Although the rate of fire is not high yet.
  Speer noted in his defense:
  - It was ten minutes, now it's seven... And tomorrow they'll test a model that will give two minutes per shot. The main thing is, of course, the mass use of such machines. The Soviet "Katyusha" is also not a standard for rate of fire, and even less for accuracy, but with a massive strike it turns the space into a real hell.
  Goering said heatedly:
  - We need to surpass the Russians in this. We must have the most powerful rocket launchers.
  General Model noted:
  - Our dominance in the air allows us to cause serious damage to the Katyushas. It is not so easy for the Russians to concentrate them in one place. Therefore, the effectiveness of rocket artillery in the enemy's defense has sharply decreased. And Moscow... I think we will be able to compete with the Russian Ivans in winter.
  Mainstein confirmed this opinion:
  - Of course! We are strong enough, and repelled the onslaught of almost two million Soviet soldiers during the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation. So, believe me, victory is just around the corner. But maybe not this year, maybe next year - we will win.
  Goering, in his own logical way, noted:
  - This needs to be washed down!
  And he began pouring French cognac into himself by the glass. And before our eyes the Fuhrer was going crazy, becoming timid and whiny. So, having had a good drink, he threw a piece of meat at Müller and demanded:
  - Arrange a gladiatorial duel immediately!
  He stood at attention and barked:
  - Yes sir, Great Fuhrer!
  After shooting from a distance of five hundred meters, the E-10 SPG retreated to the rear. And a half-naked girl in a loincloth and developed breasts ran out into the arena. She was holding a sword in her hands, ready for anything. Two boys, about twelve or thirteen years old, ran out to meet her from the opposite side, also armed with swords, only shorter ones. Such was the asymmetrical layout of the battle.
  Hermann Goering loved it when women and boys fought. And the fanatics still had enough human flesh.
  The fascist dictator watched the duel through a telescope. The girl was beautiful and fair-haired, with developed muscles, and judging by the scars, she had experience. She held the sword in her hands quite confidently. And the boys seemed untrained, waving their swords like sticks. They were brought straight from the quarries. Skinny, and with backs cut by whips. What can you do: child slaves in the slave service of the Third Reich.
  Apparently they were looking after the beautiful girl and gave her some very raw and non-dangerous rivals.
  Goering muttered drunkenly:
  - I'm betting on the blonde!
  Müller helpfully prompted:
  - A very wise choice, my Fuhrer!
  The fat boar muttered:
  - And my choice is always wise, it can't be anything but wise! I am the gorilla of wisdom!
  And wild laughter in response. The rest put it basically the same way as the Fuhrer.
  The gong sounded and the fight began. The girl was already an experienced gladiator, and she was in no hurry. She played to the crowd, teased the boys, allowing them to attack the mentor.
  The boys, slapping their bare feet on the gravel, attacked the girl. She dodged and parried their blows. She made a deft scratch on the chest, provoking the boy. He rushed to attack her. The girl deftly caught the boy's blade with her bare toes of graceful feet, tore it out of the boy's hands.
  The boy hit his nose on the rocks and broke his soup.
  The girl giggled and tickled the bare, rough heel of the young slave with the tip of the blade. He chuckled.
  Goering and his entourage really enjoyed this kind of show. Here a girl tripped him, another boy sprawled out, also tickling his calloused sole with the blade of a sword. The boy jumped up, ran into the blow of the sword, fell down, screaming as if scalded.
  The girl stuck her tongue out at him. And continued the game. She wriggled playfully. The girl was in full swing. Now she hit the boy on the back of the head with the flat of the blade. He fell, losing consciousness. Realizing that the audience was already starting to get bored, the girl allowed the second boy to hit her. And so deftly that her loincloth burst, revealing luxurious, seductive thighs.
  The crowd applauded. The girl cut the boy's stomach, which is not dangerous but causes profuse bleeding, and elbowed the boy in the chin, sending him into a deep knockout.
  Both boys passed out. The girl put them in a pile, placed her bare, sharpened foot on their naked, bloody bodies, and turned to Goering.
  The drunken boar turned his thumb down and growled:
  - Finish him off!
  The entourage repeated the gesture after the Fuhrer. The girl hesitated. She did not want to kill the pretty boys from the quarries. After all, they were not guilty of anything.
  Two Moorish servants held torches to the bare feet of the unconscious boys. They screamed wildly and jumped up, coming to their senses.
  Hermann Goering wheezed, drooling drunkenly:
  - I am the great and terrible Fuhrer! Bow and arrows for me!
  The girl retreated, and the boys, limping, tried to attack her with swords. The beautiful gladiator retreated, repelling the desperate and chaotic attacks of the scalded boys. She was about to wound one of the boys, but Goering got ahead of her. An arrow whistled, piercing the boy's chest.
  Still, the ace shot quite accurately. Then the fat Fuhrer took the second boy under fire. He fired an arrow... It pierced the boy's ankle and stuck into the rocky ground.
  The boy screamed, it was doubly painful, and Hermann Goering shouted to the gladiator girl:
  - Finish him off! Or I'll kill you both!
  The beauty grimaced, swung her sword, ready to take the boy's head off. And struck. But at that moment the boy desperately kicked the warrior in the stomach with the tip of his sword. And a split second later the blonde head flew off her skinny shoulders. The girl gasped, the blade entered her stomach quite deeply and bent over.
  Goering cried out tearfully:
  - Give her a doctor, and feed these to the tigers!
  The dead boys were hooked by their ribs and dragged. They were treated worse than butchers treat the corpses of torn animals. And there, behind the arena, cages with tigers were already standing ready.
  Naturally, one gladiatorial fight was not enough. Goering demanded more. A muscular warrior in gaiters, jeans and bare-chested entered the arena. He held a sword in one hand and an axe in the other. He was also a seasoned gladiator.
  And on the stage from the other side they let a lion in. The animal turned out to be large, although somewhat emaciated on the diet of total war.
  Goering grinned carnivorously and crowed:
  - I bet on the lion!
  Müller obligingly prompted:
  - A very wise choice, my Fuhrer!
  The fat head of state hiccupped and chirped:
  - In the lyric hall, a white mouse... The baby is screaming wildly from a hangover!
  After which Hermann Goering began to laugh uncontrollably.
  And the massive gladiator shook his axe. The lion, without waiting for the gong, rushed at the warrior with two types of weapons. He coolly let the lion approach and chopped the axe across the muzzle, and then stepped aside. The lion received a wound and howled wildly.
  Goering broke through:
  -Leva, give it to him!
  The king of beasts rushed at his opponent again. The movements of the scorched lion were fast, but his opponent was also very experienced. A deft sword strike cut the lion's nostrils, causing him to roar again like a flat tire.
  The fat Fuhrer growled:
  - Damn it! Calm him down!
  Müller understood the patron's hint and made a sign to the game manager. He whispered something to the Moors. When the gladiator dodged again, a torch flame pierced his back. He screamed as if scalded and was immediately hit by Nuba's jump. The lion pounced on the man and bit him in the shoulder. He desperately twisted away, but a tuft of flesh tore from his collarbone and blood spurted out with relish. The wounded man fell, and the lion attacked him again. He began to tear the flesh, his fangs sank into his muscular abs.
  The powerful gladiator managed to desperately twist and thrust his axe into the lion's back. This time the lion roared deafeningly, tearing the gladiator's chest and stomach with its claws.
  Both beasts were seriously wounded. One in human form, the other in the form of a predator. And yet, they are both beasts. And they fight desperately and boldly. Already on the ground, the gladiator man was striking with his sword, and the lion was tearing him with his claws and teeth.
  Goering roared with joy:
  - So it's left! So!
  Both weakened from loss of blood and froze almost simultaneously. The Moor extended the torch to the gladiator's chest, the flame scorched the bloody muscular shield, causing the enemy to flinch and... fall silent.
  Goering, staggering from the drink, declared arrogantly:
  - The lion won! And they were given to the crocodiles as meat...
  The next fight was with crocodiles. Five teenagers no older than fourteen with spears in their hands were brought out to fight against three African crocodiles.
  The battle is obviously unequal, the crocodiles are large, and the boys are thin, also apparently taken from the mines. You can see their pale skin and horny knees and elbows, scratched from the holes in the mines and adits.
  Goering, grinning carnivorously, croaked:
  - And now I'm betting on crocodiles!
  Müller, grinning, winked:
  - You are a genius, Fuhrer!
  Despite the fact that the crocodiles were huge, almost ten meters, one of the boys, fair-haired and very sinewy, stamped his rough, bare foot on the cobblestone and shouted:
  - Don't be afraid, they can be defeated!
  The boys joined hands and shook their spears. And their informal leader began to sing:
  Trumpets over the universe, the great boundless,
  Our pioneer bugle is big...
  The flight will be to the stars - swift and long,
  And Lenin is always young!
  The crocodiles pounced on the boys. They snapped their teeth and attacked the boys.
  The leader struck the nearest creature in the eye with his spear and, deftly jumping back, continued singing.
  We are falcons of light soaring above the planet,
  To bring peace, happiness and paradise to the world!
  Let them be glorified in sacred deeds -
  And apple trees will begin to bloom on Mars!
  The crocodile bit off one of the boys' legs up to the knee, and the boy roared. But the leader knocked out the green monster's eye.
  And another crocodile's paw was pierced with spears. And the boy-chieftain continued to sing.
  We will rush towards the stars in an endless flight,
  You are such a brave pioneer among us...
  May all heights glory in the sky without edges,
  Let's overthrow the brutal lawlessness of fascism!
  One of the boys died, torn to pieces by the creatures. But there were fewer alligators. The creature with fangs and teeth became quiet. After all, hardened by the quarries, they were clever guys.
  And the song continued to play:
  My tie is red, like a flame of gloss,
  Of course it suits any man...
  We will fight Nazism most stubbornly,
  The machine gun stuck to the daredevil!
  Another of the boys was bitten in half by a carnivorous jaw. But the alligator got it in the neck too. He was literally blowing pink bubbles.
  The boy leader continued to sing:
  The light of our beautiful ideas of communism,
  The universe is simple and endlessly illuminated...
  Let us erase into the abyss every trace of revanchism,
  We have a sword and a shield that is sharper than blades!
  And the third boy died, but the second crocodile also lost blood and gradually died, bleeding out.
  Let's wait for such a great brotherhood,
  That the whole sunny world will bloom...
  We will fight for a brighter tomorrow,
  Let's celebrate the knights with a luxurious feast!
  The fourth boy died, bitten by a ten-meter monster. Now the man and the alligator were left alone. It was so dramatic. And the song became more and more optimistic.
  The Milky Way reveals happiness to us,
  Radiant, in the glow of a wonderful dawn...
  And where in hell will Cain writhe,
  After all, a fighter is terrible if he is hurt by malice!
  The boy and the crocodile are fighting fiercely. Both have several cuts. But they do not calm down, they fight. The boy still has the strength to sing further.
  Rockets fly boldly through the air,
  The trace of an atom glows menacingly in them...
  I am a warrior who is the pride of my native land,
  Even though I'm still barefoot, I'm still young!
  Finally the pierced crocodile goes quiet. It blows bloody bubbles, and its snout is painted red. The boy stands with his scratched foot on the carcass and finishes singing.
  I died before I could reach Berlin,
  Your brave pioneer burned in a fire...
  Now we are one with Jesus in heaven,
  Christ is our teacher and an example to all people!
  Goering, dissatisfied with the outcome of the battle, shouts:
  - Drive him out with whips! Let him get a good beating for his insolence.
  The Moors began to whip the boy, and one of them even poked him in the back with a torch.
  The boy responded by sticking out his tongue and quickening his pace.
  Goering, having had his fill of the cool spectacle, felt terribly tired. He couldn't stand it, and, poking his mug into the boar's fat, he began to snore.
  . CHAPTER #15.
  Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko woke up and dreamed a little more. For example, how cool everything could be. And he started having drunken dreams.
  The eternal boy was bored. The dictionary was finished, what else could he do? It was a harsh winter in Siberia. And no entertainment. Even training the army was scary, since soldiers quickly froze in the cold. He was in trouble. How could he end up as a military commander in such a hole?
  It's disgusting, and the nights are long, and the days are short. Not peace, but some kind of gloomy state of mind.
  And there is no escape from problems.
  Here you are exactly like Lenin, in a place cooler than Shushenskoye. Oleg Rybachenko, to have some fun, started writing something more mind-blowing. Something that turns your brain inside out.
  The innocent image is radiantly pure,
  The volcano awakened feelings for you!
  Your gaze is more tender than a flower - radiant,
  That there is no one more beautiful than you on earth!
  Those who think that space is dead and the vacuum is empty are wrong. And the spatial shaft is not able to roll onto the side, tickling the surface of the spacecraft, framed by the pearls of the stars with a black-velvet tongue. Oleg Rybachenko, a young student of the reconnaissance and space institute, seemed to enjoy the strange sight of luxurious garlands of stars edging this part of the endless galaxy. But the student does not care about the beauty of the wonderful sky, his thoughts are occupied with something else. Here the same strange patterns of the star carpet are woven by the imagination into diamond-shining breasts, ruby hips, golden legs, precious figures of strange women. The stars move and imaginary girls move and flutter in the same way, but one idea is very little. And here in space he feels terribly lonely, because he wants to communicate, and you can only talk to the stars mentally, without expecting an answer. The only hope is for a hypergravity transmitter. With its help, you can go to the intergalactic ultra-hyper-Internet - you can always find a girlfriend there, and not necessarily of the human race. The young man desperately tugged at the settings, the newest plasma computer is broken and does not listen to commands. At this moment, an alarm signal comes on board the spaceship, holographic devices report a multitude of bright dots alarmingly flashing in the vacuum ocean.
  Oleg Rybachenko presses hard on the accelerators and tries to leave. He has known them for a long time, judging by their silhouettes they are space "pirates". No, not those formidable filibusters who once terrified all neighboring worlds just a thousand years ago. Now they are just students from other worlds and institutes. They just want to play pranks, catch a random "leftist" in the power nets, and then laugh to their heart's content or even make fun of him. And who wants to be the subject of ridicule. Black tries to leave, accelerating his mega-quark engine to the limit. The rest of the pack rushed after him. The mischievous guys from time to time fired multi-megawatt rockets. The explosions did not cause significant harm, most likely they were calculated for a moral effect.
  Oleg Rybachenko couldn't help but smile.
  -Here are the demons! They attack beautifully.
  Of course, there is nothing to worry about and you can surrender without any problem, but after such an unofficial declaration of war you don't want to do that. However, the enemy is not lagging behind, apparently the engines of the enemy submarines are no worse than those of his spacecraft. The computer issues a warning.
  -Attempt to seize with a power lasso! Threat? 3.
  Oleg Rybachenko rebuilds his starship, including enhanced protection. Then he makes a sharp turn in a huge double star. One disk of this stellar giant is bright orange, the other is an ominous poisonous purple. The young man dives into the stellar underworld at full speed. Despite the fact that the spaceship is covered by a force field, it is getting hot in the cabin. The hull of the starship is cracking from strong compression, multi-million flames and monstrous plasma pressure rage outside. But this dive is the only way to get rid of his persistent pursuers. In such a cool burning bath, he becomes practically invisible. There is a risk that the force field will not withstand such powerful compression and high temperature, but who doesn"t risk it...
  Of course, the pursuers can also dive into the star's magma or try to ambush him at the exit, but the star is very large and at maximum speed, using temporary invisibility, he will be able to fly away to a safe distance.
  And indeed the engines turn on to maximum power, the seat presses it down with force when you break out of the stellar plasma, the antigrav doesn't always help. Then you catch one of the many pulsars, it envelops your submarine, and you are thrown out of the fiery hell with force.
  As Oleg Rybachenko had expected, his pursuers had not seen him, their spaceships were helplessly poking around, and the small yacht of the Black One had managed to easily break away from the mega-star, using the glittering sanctuary. Soon the double star of the first magnitude had become a barely distinguishable point in the sky densely studded with precious garlands. Now he could catch his breath. He had no desire to land on any of the inhabited planets, and this region of space was very little explored and sparsely populated. His fingers were shaking, and he should at least briefly disconnect from the surrounding reality.
  Oleg Rybachenko comes into contact with the hypergravity transmitter. Oh, miracle, after passing through the center of the star, it came to life and started working with new force. So now it is possible and quite real to immerse oneself in other virtual worlds. The young man puts a pancake-like thing on his head, a cocoon immediately envelops him and suddenly... A wonderful movement occurs, hypergravity waves at once throw the bioenergetic body into the universal mega-network.
  Now you yourself, without any spaceship or starship, soar between the stars, comets, asteroids, spacecraft of all kinds and much more. The entire universe is overflowing with intelligent and not so intelligent information. It seems that giant billboards are burning right in the vacuum, with all kinds of services, various files are flying around the space, both in the configuration of huge holographic films, and in the form of a simple moving photo and much more. This ultra-hyper-Internet is filled with all sorts of things on an incomparably larger scale, everything is abundantly and chaotically mixed here from various planets, civilizations, systems.
  Just imagine alien monsters, greenish, advertising in radioactive glitter and pouring into themselves whole tanks of something like mango juice or some other sparkling liquid. And when a seven-headed reptile starts devouring a cutlet from a trans-plutong jerboa, simultaneously shooting back at the winged creatures of hell with ray guns, it generally resembles a "hyper-madhouse". However, the thick juice flowing from the orange meat causes an attack of hunger.
  Oleg Rybachenko dials the command food - search. And almost immediately plunges into an infinitely huge hall. Various dishes and wines from all galaxies rush before the eyes. From time to time a colorful girl flies out, and candies, icicles, ice cream, chewing gum and other junk pour out of her mouth. The young man grabbed one of the "free" icicles - nothing to eat, then he refueled himself well with turquoise ice cream with emerald inclusions, washing it down with a mixture of wine and lemonade. Although there were entire mountains around, the size of a good planet, of ultra-diverse dishes shimmering in all the colors of the rainbow, he limited himself to this, showing extraordinary modesty. After such virtual and at the same time real food, he was drawn to feats. But is it interesting to conduct military operations alone. And Oleg Rybachenko said the magic word - SEX!
  And immediately found himself in a bizarrely nightmarish world. Billions of creatures from all galaxies, as well as billions of robots, cyborgs, droids and other living and not so living individuals in all sorts of ways made love. Their frankness and variety of poses defied description. It was impressive and, nevertheless, disgusting. Oleg Rybachenko closed his eyes, then said in a quiet voice.
  - I want pure love! I want to meet a girl with whom we will have no dirt, but only peace and harmony. I want to have someone who will love only me and no earthly or extragalactic guy will be able to take possession of her.
  An aneroid robot appeared in front of him, scratching the top of his head with its thin, ten-fingered paw with laser fingers.
  - Man! As always, you gave us a riddle! But nothing is impossible for us!
  The robot winked and instantly disappeared into the space of the Internet.
  Oleg Rybachenko shuddered, thinking for a moment that he had set a task too difficult even for the mighty intergalactic cyber-mind. A semblance of pride even arose in his soul, he had managed to stump the hyper-brigade of Internet cyborgs.
  And as always happens, out of the blue, out of the cold vacuum, flashing like a bright star, she materialized. Oleg Rybachenko slightly closed his eyes, the girl who appeared before him resembled a goddess. He had never seen such dazzling and amazing beauty. It was something indescribable.
  My imagination was struck,
  Your image flashed like a comet's tail,
  You pierced me like lightning -
  With its radiant beauty in the stars!
  The words of the great poet came to mind. Then he felt a little sad and afraid that if such a stunning girl said a decisive no, he might shoot a piece of plasma into his forehead. And yet he had to decide, he was a man after all. But his lips mechanically whispered only banal stupidity.
  -You are my goddess, my talisman. I want to be near you.
  - Many people told me that. The dazzling girl became sad. - If you have something so different from the others that I could be in you.
  Oleg Rybachenko shuddered.
  - I recently invented a small but cute virus. If you want, I'll give it to you.
  The girl laughed as her teeth glowed like light bulbs, where instead of glass, diamonds sparkled.
  - Mind-blowing! For the first time I have been offered as a gift something that serves destruction.
  -You know, I could name this virus after you. What's your name?
  - Maramara! The Maramara virus sounds like that, but what's your name?
  Oleg Rybachenko decided to lie:
  -Michael!
  The girl exclaimed with admiration:
  -Oh! That's what earthlings call the most powerful archangel. Your god of war!
  The young man modestly remarked:
  - No, you're wrong, I'm not strong in ancient mythology, but Archangel Michael symbolized the forces of creation, not destruction.
  Maramara flew closer.
  -Then maybe you can tell me more about your planet. Most of the guys I met mostly talked about sex and quickly got on my nerves.
  Oleg Rybachenko began to speak. He briefly described the entire history of the Earth, from the primitive communal system to the era of nano-technology and the first interplanetary war.
  - It was terrible when humanity encountered the Shchepin civilization. People died by the billions, and our enemies, perhaps, suffered even greater losses. In the end, we won, driving the Shchepins back to their planet.
  The girl responded with delight:
  -I have heard many terrible things about this war. War is violence, fear and pain. I hope that this will never happen again.
  -Me too.
  Oleg Rybachenko wanted to continue the intellectual conversation, but Maramara interrupted him.
  - Let's fly and watch some good movie, just not about war.
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded, and they took each other's hands. It seemed as if the hand had sunk into a soft fluffy cloud, so soft and enveloping was her touch.
  The film, shot in twelve-dimensional space, was about pure but unhappy love and the backdrop of dramatic events taking place within a modern state. It was clear that genuine pearl beads had appeared before the girl's eyes. They wandered around the virtually endless ultra-hyper-Internet network for a long time, but in the end, all good things come to an end, and they had to part. Having said their final, stormy goodbyes, they left their call signs to each other.
  Oleg Rybachenko woke up again on his spaceship, the world became gray for him, all his thoughts were occupied by the dazzling alloy of precious stones and radiant stars of Maramara. He could not endure it for long and at the first opportunity he again plunged into the virtual world of the universal Internet. And again they met, their second meeting was even more stormy than the first. It was felt that the space fairy Maramara had a serious attraction to the human youth. Where they had not been, what artificially created worlds or nano-technological attractions they had not visited.
  Together they hacked files and the server, ran away from deadly homing cyber-mines and dangerous guard and virus programs wandering in virtual space. They had to experience both crazy joy and some semblance of fear together in a seething stream when they were attacked by multi-faced extragalactic viruses. Outwardly, they resembled multi-headed dragons and predatory furry animals. Each climb, especially into the forbidden sectors, was dangerous, because mega-traps could cause real instant death, but at the same time it tickled the nerves. In the end, they became so spiritually close that Oleg Rybachenko could not stand it.
  -I have known you for a long time, and yet I cannot know you completely. You and your heavenly flesh are still a mystery to me behind a network of seals.
  -My dear! The girl's voice became sad. - I myself would not be against entering your arms, but what will happen next.
  The young man, smiling dazzlingly, winked:
  -What will happen? Maybe children will appear?
  Maramara laughed.
  - No, children won"t appear, but we will be immersed in an ocean of orgasm, we will want more and more sex and it will be difficult to stop.
  -Well, that will be wonderful.
  Oleg Rybachenko embraced her and passionately pressed her to himself. The girl did not resist, on the contrary, she moved towards him, a wave of voluptuous happiness covered them, plunging them into a sweet blissful whirlpool.
  Since then, life began to resemble an endless hurricane, love became stronger and stronger, and they devoted less and less time to worldly concerns. Student Oleg Rybachenko's studies began to limp, grades below 25 percent began to slip into his plasma diary more and more often. The young warrior himself lost weight, turning into a semblance of a skeleton. In the end, military psychologist Calvacanti became interested in the condition of the once talented excellent student, now he was sucked into the swamp of academic failure. After a short conversation, he rubbed the smooth surface of the triple ray gun with his fingers and said.
  -The best way to extinguish unhappy love is to marry the girl you love.
  -How? Mikhail's eyes widened.
  -And since all people get married, even if she is not human, then all the same, judging by your description, she belongs to the humanoid race. And that means you can very well unite in reality and give birth to healthy children.
  
  The young man immediately seized the opportunity:
  - What! That's an idea! I'm going to her immediately, even if I have to fly to the edge of the universe.
  -And I, in turn, will ask that you be supplied with the most modern spacecraft and the flight will be long, a couple of our guys will help you.
  Oleg Rybachenko wanted to reject such a proposal, shouting that he was big and did not need nannies, but he caught the psychologist"s heavy gaze - realizing that arguing was useless.
  When he re-entered the universal Internet, he, as always, grabbed a bouquet of flowers drawn on the computer, each time he drew new ones, even more delightful than those in nature, bizarre in shape petals and buds. Maramara also greeted him with a peculiar bouquet of numbers and integrals, harmonious and surprisingly alive.
  After the traditional exchange of pleasantries, Oleg Rybachenko immediately took the bull by the horns.
  - We have known each other, as it seems to me, for an eternity. And our love is growing stronger, surviving millions of parsecs of Internet path and countless terabytes of information. I think it's time for us to bring complete clarity to our relationship by entering into a legal marriage.
  The girl shuddered, and it seemed as if her beautiful face was swimming.
  -This is impossible!
  -Why, you look like a human being and even dazzlingly delightful, better than all the people on earth. We could live together happily ever after, raising children and great-grandchildren.
  Maramara seemed ready to cry.
  -You don"t understand, circumstances can be stronger than us.
  -That is, the law prohibits you from marrying citizens of the star empire of the Great Earth.
  -No, not quite like that. It's different. The girl hesitated.
  - Tell me, maybe you are sick, although, when talking to you, I did not notice the slightest sign of ill health.
  Maramara shook her head sadly.
  -To understand our problem, young man, you yourself need to fly to our world.
  Oleg Rybachenko shouted in rage:
  -Give me your coordinates!
  -Okay - Liverpool Star catalog number 45-984-3589э.
  -Quasarno! I'll be with you soon.
  -In the meantime, let's have some fun and forget about the sad stuff. The girl extended her graceful hand.
  They continued to have fun, ending everything with the traditional virtual sex. This time, everything turned out even better than usual.
  As they parted, Maramar's ruby lips whispered.
  -See you on our star.
  And so the ultra-modern spacecraft rose into the air. The hyperjump took quite a while, so during the flight, Oleg Rybachenko flew three more times to the universal maga-network, meeting with his beloved. They still had fun as best they could, but their relationship had lost its former sincerity and ease.
  Finally the long flight came to an end and they hovered in front of the great figure of Liverpool. The luminary was huge and glowed in the ultraviolet range.
  The experienced navigator carefully checked all the parameters, already for the fifth time, flying around the ill-fated star.
  - It's strange, either your girlfriend gave us false coordinates or we've gone crazy, but there isn't a single planet flying around this star.
  The boy shrugged and suggested:
  -Maybe they had a disaster and they live on asteroids.
  The second pilot, floating in a combat suit, was even more categorical.
  -Maybe there was a war here, millions of years ago, in any case, there aren"t even any asteroids here, just extremely rarefied cosmic dust.
  -Let's look for it in other neighboring constellations.
  - No way, this star is too far out on the outskirts and it's unlikely that there are inhabited worlds on other luminaries. Although if you want, fly to your beauty again via the meganet. Maybe she'll explain the situation to you. We're out!
  Oleg Rybachenko wanted to rush at them with his fists, but restrained his impulse. His hands became as if cotton wool, the young student took the soft pancake with difficulty, preparing to pull it over his body, as the indifferent voice of the on-board computer speakers squeaked.
  - From the direction of the Liverpool star, a pulsar is moving at high speed, turning on the power protection.
  The spaceship shook, Oleg Rybachenko looked out through the cyberscreen. Directly opposite the ship's forehead, a comet with a long tail, like a luminary, was shining blindingly brightly. And although the light of its radiance blinded his eyes, Oleg Rybachenko managed to discern a familiar silhouette.
  -Maramara! The unfortunate young man shouted at the top of his lungs, and with a flick of his finger, donning a spacesuit, he fluttered out to meet her.
  - Stop, my love! You will destroy yourself! The voice that came from the helmet hit the ears painfully.
  - Why! - Oleg Rybachenko continued to rush towards the meeting, the girl, avoiding meeting him, rushed in the opposite direction.
  -My quasar beam, I am entirely made of hyperplasmic particles and my temperature is ten billion degrees. When you touch me, you will fly apart into photons.
  -It can't be! This can't be! Mikhail screamed, gasping for breath.
  - Unfortunately, it happens. Five million years ago we had a serious war and the fascist dictator Ukora-s, used a thermo-preon bomb. The planet evaporated, its entire population perished. Only a small group of people managed to survive, despite all physical laws, settling in the depths of a huge purple star. There we gradually developed our civilization. We achieved great power, but were unable to remake our own nature and remained beautiful clots of hyperplasm.
  -So that means you and I will never be able to unite.
  Maramara spread her hands sadly.
  -There is only one way, but then you will become an eternal stranger to humanity.
  Oleg Rybachenko asked doubtfully:
  -Which?
  - Become like us, although you have only one chance in five to transform into something like hyperplasm, otherwise you will simply burn out. And after the transformation, you will be able to communicate with your family and friends only through a mega-network or at a great distance.
  -It's terrible, but I'm ready.
  Nodding a sad glance at the starship, Oleg Rybachenko mentally said goodbye to his relatives, especially sad about his parents, how his mother would cry, hysterically tearing herself apart. And did he even have the right to take such a risk, having only one chance out of five.
  But the girl hovering next to him was so attractive that, leaving all doubts behind, he approached her as close as possible.
  -Come on, I'll take you through the null-space corridor. Maramara said, almost crying.
  The boy and girl flew up to the dark beam emanating from the star, framed by a shining halo.
  -We need to dive in here! The girl's voice became tragic and sad.
  Young Oleg felt a strong burn. And, nevertheless, involuntarily closing his eyes and crossing his arms, he stepped into the unknown.
  It was as if a hyperplasmic wave had shaken him. All the cells instantly became hot.
  Oleg Rybachenko finished the story. Not very appropriate for the Middle Ages, but pretty cool.
  What's better than writing another alternative. Like the Japanese winning at Midway. Although that's very interesting in its own way.
  Here, for example, is another option.
  At the end of 1943, the E-10 self-propelled gun entered serial production in the Third Reich. This vehicle turned out to be quite successful. Low silhouette, large angle of rational armor slope, excellent mobility and maneuverability, rapid-fire gun. And with low weight, ease of production, and cheapness. Self-propelled guns are generally simpler and cheaper than tanks. And at the same time lower in silhouette and less noticeable. And here is a machine weighing only ten tons. The frontal armor of 60 millimeters is somewhat weak, but the large angle of slope, with a high probability of ricochet. And the low silhouette makes the vehicle invisible, difficult to hit. And the 400 horsepower engine, with a weight of 10 tons, provides excellent mobility.
  And only two crew members. And the lack of a rotating turret is more than compensated for by the SPG's ability to quickly turn. The vehicle is short. And the engine is located transversely along with the transmission.
  In short, the result was an effective and, most importantly, easy-to-produce self-propelled gun.
  At first, this had little effect on the course of the war. But already in the battles for Odessa, German self-propelled guns noticeably stung the Red Army. A new modification of the E-15 appeared. It had thicker armor - 82 mm frontal and 52 mm side. The gun was installed from the "Panther", and with a rate of fire of 20 shots per minute. The weight of the vehicle increased to 16 tons, but this was compensated by a new engine with 550 horsepower.
  The E-15 became a universal and excellent self-propelled gun. Dangerous even for the IS-2 and impenetrable in the front by T-34 shells.
  During the landing in Normandy, the Allies encountered this self-propelled gun. And suffered huge losses.
  In Belarus, the Soviet offensive began a little later. Since the battles for Odessa dragged on too long. The Germans managed to strengthen their tank fleet. And first of all, the E-15. A machine superior in combat effectiveness to the "Panther", but much cheaper and lighter.
  The Soviet troops in Belarus did not achieve success. They withered in battles with the E-15. This self-propelled gun was very successfully camouflaged in the forests and hammered the Soviet units.
  And there were a lot of such machines. The Red Army stopped its advance.
  The allies were also unable to develop the offensive. They only managed to create one large bridgehead, but they did not advance further. The fighting dragged on until late autumn. No one was able to defeat anyone. The Germans held the front. They also had a new E-25 self-propelled gun. Weighing twenty-six tons, this vehicle was armed with an 88-millimeter "King Tiger" gun, had 120-millimeter armor on the front at an angle of 45 degrees and 82 millimeters of side armor, plus rollers that completely covered the low side. And a 700-horsepower engine, transversely mounted together with the transmission.
  This SPG was equal in armament to the Tiger-2, and was practically not inferior to it in armor. But at the same time it was much more agile, lower in silhouette, more inconspicuous, and cheaper. Of course, this new series was universal. The production of tanks "Panther", "Tiger", "Tiger"-2, T-4 was curtailed. In favor of new SPGs.
  The Germans repelled the Soviet offensive in Belarus. And even launched an offensive from the West of Ukraine in the direction of Moldova.
  The winter offensive of the Fritzes turned out to be tactically unexpected. And their new self-propelled guns moved perfectly on the snow. As a result, a cauldron was formed in the west of Ukraine and on the border with Romania. The Soviet troops retreated to Zhitomir. They were really stung by the new, more advanced German equipment.
  In February, taking advantage of the worsening weather, the Nazis attacked the Allies in Normandy. The E-50 SPG also took part in the battles. Initially, the Germans were going to make a full-fledged tank. But this required time and money. And a self-propelled gun was created. With several types of weapons. An 88-millimeter 100 EL gun, a 105-millimeter EL71 gun, and a 128-millimeter 55 EL. The frontal armor, with a weight of 50 tons, reached 160 millimeters, at an angle of forty-five degrees, and the side armor was 120 millimeters, plus a 50-millimeter shield over the rollers, protecting the sides. And the engine with a boost of 1200 horsepower.
  In short, the car turned out to be super! Impenetrable from the front for all the allied guns. And from the side too. But it could penetrate the enemy from a very long distance.
  Universal breakthrough self-propelled gun.
  The Allies were routed by the German attack. Stalin was passive at the time and did not help. Especially since the Red Army had been defeated in the south shortly before. In March, the remnants of the Allied forces capitulated. More than eight hundred and fifty thousand people were taken prisoner.
  A crushing defeat! Plus jet aircraft were harassing the allied forces. And in April, Roosevelt died. And Truman immediately offered the Third Reich a truce. Churchill supported this.
  Stalin, in a rage, ordered an offensive in the center. Fighting began in Belarus.
  Everything would be fine, but the Wehrmacht is very strong.
  The E-100 SAU was another development by the designers of the Third Reich. The vehicle was the same series of low-silhouette vehicles with large angles of rational slope of the armor. Its armament consisted of a 174-mm long-barreled gun. And the frontal armor reached 250-mm at a large slope, and the side armor 200-mm, plus another 50-mm shields on top of the rollers.
  The vehicle is completely impenetrable by Soviet guns from any angle, weighs just over a hundred tons, and has an 1800 horsepower engine.
  However, its armament is still excessive and is better suited for shooting at unarmored targets.
  More practical is still the E-25 SPG with sufficiently strong armor and a sufficiently armor-piercing gun. Or even the E-50. And the E-100 is an excessive monster.
  . CHAPTER #16.
  The wind is blowing in the sails again. Pavel-Lev is in a great mood. And the young man is puffing out his cheeks. And even his smartphone has suddenly started working. And the real miracle has started showing a pretty good movie:
  Here the hand pinched the left nipple, like a scarlet cherry, the other paw began to twist the right one... And when the Hitlerite bastard stuck his hand between her legs and scratched her tender womb with his nails, the girl screamed and went into hysterics.
  - No, please!
  Keitel objected rudely:
  - We must! You are ours now and we must own you completely!
  Alfraya squealed desperately:
  - But you also need to pet a cat gently!
  The SS general weakly poked the girl on the cheek:
  - We fascists are a hot-blooded people!
  The officer sitting on the right chimed in:
  - And we can"t stand the tenderness of calves!
  Another officer grabbed a pistol, threw it in the air so that it turned over three times in mid-air, and said in a nasal voice:
  - And we keep something in our bosom!
  Keitel continued, singing out of tune:
  - Don't come near us! Don't come near us, otherwise we'll kill you!
  And the fascists roared in unison:
  - We are one! Yeah, SS men! SS men! SS men!
  Then they raised their voices:
  And the Russian dead! Hanged! Hanged!
  The Nazis grabbed the blonde girl's nipples painfully and began to tug. And they howled more and more falsely:
  - And whoever sees us will immediately gasp!
  The general squeaked:
  - An SS soldier will blow up half the world!
  A semitone lower:
  - We will reduce the number of inferior races by five times! We will impale all Soviet women!
  And again the underdeveloped scum sang in chorus:
  - The two of us! Yeah, SS men! SS men! SS men! And the sad Russian monkeys in the stinking pit!
  The fascists howled in unison and talked absolute nonsense. And the girl continued to be mercilessly pulled and pinched. Alfraya continued to weakly resist and this only provoked the Nazis. But it did not come to rape. Perhaps the fascists simply disdained to paw what they imagined to be an animal!
  They drove for three whole hours. Alfraya almost went crazy - three hours of torture and abuse. In general, it felt like they had to deal with patients in mental hospitals, the Germans were so stupid. Every word is an idiotic pearl!
  And songs like these, for example:
  - Germans! Germans! Twist me into giving you a blow job! Peppers! Peppers! I won't refuse you a blow job! We'll stick our pistol up your ass!
  Well, aren't the fascists idiots! To distract herself, Alfraya looked out the window at the landscape. East Prussia looked well-fed, clean and well-groomed. The houses, however, were built to a ruler, even the trees and bushes were trimmed into squares or rectangles. Passers-by were usually dressed in camouflage, even children marched in military uniform! Alfraya frowned:
  It is unpleasant to see trees in the shape of right angles, or houses painted in a mottled khaki color. Everything in East Prussia is soldierly, straightforward, standard. Although not quite. Here women are sweeping the street, possibly from among the prisoners of war. They are in very short gray skirts and a dress with a number. Tanned legs are bare, all in bruises and scratches. Heads shaved to zero, because of which the women look sinister and at the same time pitiful. Cheekbones appear on their emaciated faces, eyes are sunken and despair shines in them. All the women are slender, a forced diet and hard work do not allow them to gain weight. Because of which it is difficult to determine their age, but it is not important. What is interesting is the submissiveness of the slaves, they are watched by only one overseer, and he is a teenager from the Hitler Youth. Will no one risk escaping? A fascist boy screams heart-rendingly:
  - Come on, move faster, you Polish pigs!
  Alfraya wondered in amazement why the fascists loved to pronounce the word "pig" so much? Maybe because pork is popular in Germany! They eat it and swear with it. Or because the fascists love dirt, not physical, but spiritual!
  The girl ran her finger along the glass, and there were slaves again, this time boys between twelve and fourteen years old. The boys were wearing only short shorts, their bodies were naked and terribly bony, and their backs were covered in blue stripes and scratches. Their faces were emaciated and bruised. The guards, by the way, were more impressive, three teenage fascists with whips and submachine guns. They behaved brazenly, from time to time stepping on the heels of their shiny boots, on the bare toes of the young slaves, or striking them in the ribs with a whip, cutting their dark, tanned skin.
  The car had just stopped and they were checking the documents. Keitel made a sign and they grabbed the smallest blond boy and started to beat him.
  The general ordered:
  - On his heels!
  Although the boy looked no older than ten years old, his bare feet were already beginning to turn horny. The blows, however, made the boy scream.
  The general noted:
  - There is no greater pleasure than hearing children's cries!
  The officer suggested:
  - Maybe we'll beat an animal of a different kind!
  Keitel pretended not to understand:
  - What animal?
  The officer poked Alfray in the shoulder:
  - What an animal!
  The general snorted:
  - You can pick up a female! But a whip is too rough!
  The officer made a sour face:
  - How?
  Keitel pointed his finger at the curb:
  - Do you see the nettles?
  The German grinned:
  - Yes, I see!
  The general barked:
  - So take it! With its help we'll treat the girl's heels, specifically!
  The officer grunted happily:
  - If the ears break off, no problem! They are sold in the store! Yes! Yes! Yes!
  Alfraya was grabbed by the hair and dragged out of the car. There she was, completely naked, in front of the boys, who began to examine the captive with great interest. The girl, however, no longer cared, a young man from the Hitler Youth lashed her with a whip. Alfraya tried to cover herself.
  Keitel shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - Nettles and immediately!
  The youngsters rushed to tear it off, and threw the girl onto the asphalt, simultaneously shoving her feet into the clamp. It was a sort of medieval Fallaca, only with nettles instead of a stick. Alfraya gasped, her washed heels had not yet had time to get dusty, there were abrasions and already healed cuts from stones on the girl's foot, fresh, full calluses. Nevertheless, she looked very seductive and the fascist boy began to gently scrape the sole. Then he tickled the heel.
  Keitel barked:
  - Move away! Now I will educate her!
  The general was given a velvet embroidered handkerchief so that he wouldn't burn his hand. The SS Gruppenführer happily gathered the nettles he had pulled out into a bunch. The nettles weren't ordinary, they were elite varieties and were particularly pungent. Even their color was unusual and had a violet tint.
  Keitel smacked his lips with pleasure:
  - This is called giving a lady a bouquet!
  The officer suggested:
  - Maybe on the butt first?
  The Gruppenführer shook his head:
  - No! Everything will be in order.
  A swing and a light but stinging blow fell on the woman's heels. Over the past few days, Alfrai's feet had noticeably hardened and become less sensitive, but the blow made the girl scream. It seemed as if boiling water was being poured on her feet. Keitel smiled, swung harder and hit again. The girl gasped again and the general rolled up his sleeves and began to whip, choosing the softer places, treating not only the heels but also the ankles. The girl began to squeal, and the Gruppenführer began to sing mockingly:
  - Sing, my pig-girl, sing! How I love your voice! Cruel torture, a nimble beating, games with a girl's heel!
  Alfraya suddenly fell silent, bit her lip. She felt very ashamed, she was a communist, crying from stinging nettles!? No, it was not in her character! The girl, breathing heavily, held back her groans.
  Keitel struck her across the buttocks. The girl let out a quiet gasp, but held back. The Gruppenführer dealt her a few more blows and spat in a groan.
  - She's silent! - There was annoyance in the fascist's voice. - And that's not so interesting! Silence is golden, but only in someone else's wallet!
  The officer made a sour face, and there was disappointment on the faces of the teenage fascists.
  - And what, we can't do anything? We won't enjoy the pain!
  Keitel grunted:
  - I have very little free time! I belong entirely to the Fuhrer. Often the excess of earned money is devalued by the lack of time to spend it!
  The girl was unceremoniously lifted by her hair and dragged to the car. It was painful to step on her blistered feet. Alfraya was silent as she was shoved into the car. The young Nazis picked up some nettles and began to beat the enslaved boys. Apparently they enjoyed the fun. Why not mock the boys, after all, causing pain to another is the highest pleasure.
  Keitel sternly ordered:
  - Increase speed!
  The armored car had a powerful engine and easily accelerated to one hundred and forty, and no one dared to brake the general. Alfraya was amazed by such speed, it went beyond any imagination. Yes, it was a pleasure to ride in a car, only the fascist monsters began to grope again. And this was not particularly pleasant, one leaned over and bit her nipple with his teeth. Alfraya silently endured this torture too.
  The Gruppenführer's mansion turned out to be a real medieval castle. At one time, one hundred and fifty citadels were built in East Prussia. The Germans are a cowardly people and preferred to sit behind the walls. The castle was forty meters high, with machine guns sticking out between the battlements. There was a strict guard at the entrance, with very large dogs, almost like lions. General Keitel threatened Alfrae:
  - If you misbehave, I'll feed you to these dogs!
  Alfraya was silent again. When the car stopped in the yard, the girl was dragged out by the hands and taken to the barn. The employees devoured her wonderful body with their eyes. And here she was naked, the fanatics would have at least given her a shirt. After all, she was a human being. They gave Elena a broom and ordered:
  - Come on, scrape it out!
  The girl worked alone at first, and then several more slaves joined her. They were wearing only shorts with their breasts exposed. Their bodies had been flogged more than once, and two of the girls even had fairly large burns.
  Alfraya turned to them with tears in her eyes:
  - Why you?
  They answered sadly:
  - The manager found a speck of dust after cleaning!
  The girl sighed heavily and tried to lick more carefully. Several hours passed, then they were taken to dinner, given some kind of slop, a glass of milk and a piece of bread. They had to sleep right in the stable, inhaling the smell of fresh hay and strong manure. Elizaveta slept like a log. She was so exhausted. Her eyes were stuck together. In the morning she was woken up before dawn. And they took her to the yard, where they made her carry small barrels of beer. Although the girl was strong, it was hard for her. Suddenly Keitel came out of the castle and a little above average height, a strong man in civilian clothes. His face was square and typically gangster. Keitel bowed obligingly and pointed to Alfraya:
  - Dear Reichfuehrer, how do you like this beauty? I paid for her the equivalent of a tank!
  Borman's small, poisonous green eyes lit up. He pointed a crooked finger at the girl:
  - This will be a worthy gift for the Fuhrer! She has Aryan hair, and the figurine is of a goddess! I think you don't mind!
  Keitel blinked his dull eyes stupidly.
  Alfraya stood immaculately naked in front of the second-in-command of the Nazi party. It was the first time she had seen a fascist of such high rank. Outwardly, Bormann looked more like a thief's boss than the grey cardinal of a great empire. He looked at the girl with a greedy gaze, his hairy hand lay on her left breast. Alfraya tried to move away, but a machine gun was pressed into her back. A rude shout followed:
  - Don't you dare, whore!
  Borman kneaded the nipple like a rosebud, feeling the breast swell and listening to the pulse. The Nazis said joyfully:
  - She has a healthy heart, she is able to withstand the most brutal torture!
  Keitel asked:
  - Do you want to torture her?
  Bormann barked angrily in response:
  - No! Not here! She belongs to the Fuhrer and only to the Fuhrer. This animal knows our sacred German language.
  Keitel nodded:
  - Mr. Reichfuehrer.
  Bormann smiled:
  - That's good! It means she understands everything! Well, bitch, show your teeth.
  Alfraya froze. Keitel took a lighter out of his pocket, clicked it and brought the flame to the crimson nipple. The girl screamed in sharp pain. Bormann stopped the general:
  - Don't ruin her skin. The Fuhrer likes to do everything himself!
  Keitel nodded:
  - If that's your will, then take it. But what's the problem, I paid fifty thousand marks for it.
  Bormann interrupted:
  - Friendship with me compensates for everything. And a quarrel will ruin! So don't think about it! And for now we'll dress her up.
  Keitel replied:
  - And what a dress she will have!
  Nazi number two scratched his head, then replied:
  - Striped, camp pajamas will do just fine! Come on, change.
  Alfraya was dressed by two girls, they gave her a striped dress that barely covered her body up to her hips and wooden shoes. However, wearing such shoes was akin to torture, her legs were very tight, in a hard trap. Alfraya's feet, although graceful, are quite large, and these must have been designed for Cinderella.
  The girls, however, were kind and gave her some bread and cheese, as well as fresh milk. Alfraya ate and felt much more cheerful. Yes, torture and abuse awaited her ahead, but at least she was not completely naked.
  Borman managed to get hold of some lush flowers somewhere and, grinning, asked:
  - Maybe you should weave yourself a wreath?
  Alfraya smiled:
  - You love plants!
  Bormann barked angrily:
  - I only like to torture and humiliate people, especially Russian women, but perhaps the Fuhrer will want to draw you from life.
  Alfraya nodded obediently:
  - Then I'll weave a wreath! I just don't know whether to be happy or cry that the Fuhrer himself wants to draw me.
  Bormann's eyes flashed unkindly:
  - If you please the greatest of the greatest, you will live longer! Now follow me!
  Alfraya trudged along obediently, her wooden shoes thumping dully on the cobblestones. The girl raised her eyes to the sky, there was no sympathy there. She lowered them a little, and a small silver bird flew up from the emerald branches. It turned its tiny beak and began to chirp.
  Alfraya smiled and waved back. Then the fascist hit her hard on the back with his whip:
  - Don't wave, Russian cow!
  The girl swayed slightly, the smile left her face. Now she was just a captive, a humiliated slave.
  Bormann's car turned out to be special. It had the streamlined shape of a predatory piranha, and the wheels had unusually thick tires. There were ten wheels in total, which was extremely unusual for Germany, where the Fuhrer dreamed of a single-model car. However, the elite was against it - how could they stand out from the gray mass in this case?
  The Reichfuehrer poked Alfray in the cheek with his finger:
  - Do you want me to cut your cheekbone?
  The girl remained silent. Then Borman poked the beauty in the breath without swinging. Alfraya screamed and bent over, the blow hit her right in the solar plexus.
  Borman lifted her head, grabbed her hair and growled:
  - Russian creature, you will be submissive to me or you will die! Or rather, you will die anyway. What a stinking creature.
  The girl was dragged into the car, where another unfortunate victim was sitting, tightly shackled. She was also very beautiful, but exhausted, in a zebra-striped dress. The girls were shoved into a corner, their hands and feet shackled to the seat. Moreover, their hands were shackled behind them, which was very uncomfortable.
  Borman's car took off quite quickly, Alfraya was jerked hard, the shackles pinched her wrists, and she gasped in pain. After which, when the armored car leveled out, the beauties were thrown back. Alfraya bumped her back into a soft chair, the SS guard kicked the girl with his foot and cursed. The former chronoagent preferred to remain silent and not complain, this would only amuse the tormentors.
  When they arrived, the girls were unceremoniously pushed out. Hitler's residence in East Prussia - the Wolf's Lair. A real fortress, which they began to build five hundred years ago and erected new structures all the time. It must be said that the Fuhrer, although he believed that the main thing in war is the offensive and whoever went on the defensive had already lost, loved to build fortresses. Apparently, he imitated Emperor Barbarossa in this. The Wolf's Lair was not much smaller in area than the Moscow Kremlin, only the walls were green and blue, and how ugly they were broken. They did not blindfold the girls, and this worried Alfraya - it meant that they were not going to let them go alive. However, now she almost did not care. All this fascist insanity, obscurantism of the once most cultured country in Europe was amazing! It is hard to believe, but Germany was the first country in the world to formally ban torture. Alfraya heard a quiet groan. There was so much sorrow and pain in it that the girl felt moisture running down her cheeks. Disgusting!
  Along the wall, right on hooks, hung numerous, horribly tormented bodies of victims. There were children and women, only two adult men, hanging upside down with their stomachs cut open, ants swarming inside. Bormann, grinning vilely, sang out:
  - Joy in the Lord is my strength! I will torment everyone - without hiding evil!
  Alfraya replied with disdain:
  - How can you become worse than an animal!
  The Reichfuehrer shrugged:
  - Torture contains the greatest pleasures in the world! You are just a Slavic mare and you don"t understand it! - Borman pointed his finger at the hanged men. - The corpses stink, but they contain the aroma of victory!
  Alfraya responded very vividly:
  - Victory over a defenseless victim is worse than defeat from a worthy opponent, even if not for the wallet, but for the purse of heavenly treasures!
  The Reich Marshal twisted his lips into a tube:
  - By the way, this is a big misconception, Slavyanochka. That's why people were kept in fear under Stalin?
  The girl objected:
  - We weren't afraid of anyone!
  Bormann laughed:
  - No one! Of the five marshals of the USSR, three were shot! And of the sixteen district commanders, fifteen!
  Alfraya answered briefly and exhaustively:
  - So it was necessary!
  Bormann ran his finger along the captive's shoulder:
  - Do we need to shoot almost the entire command staff? And haven't you thought that if the entire army is enemies of the people, then such a regime is anti-people.
  Alfraya calmly, although it was difficult for her, answered:
  - I saw your atrocities! What's the point of discussing our problems? The time will come and all the people of planet Earth will be happy!
  Bormann nodded outwardly good-naturedly:
  - Happy - because they are dead! I wonder what awaits them after death - a concentration camp with the SS or oblivion? In any case, our victims will not get heaven, and we will find a way to torture them after death!
  Alfraya remained silent at this, it seemed to her that Bormann, one of the most powerful people or non-humans on Earth, had simply gone mad! The girl walked silently and the sound of her wooden shoes broke the dead silence of the ominous stronghold. Bormann also stopped talking. On the one hand, it was somehow not respectable to chat with an inferior animal. However, of course, the main ideologist of the Reich understood that the Slavs were no worse than the Germans, and if they were worse, as the ghoul thought, then not much, but still...
  They walked a little further and the girls were separated. They were taken to a cell, each one to a separate one. Alfraya now found herself in a fairly spacious room with bars on one small window, but overall decent. There was even a toilet behind a screen and a faucet. Apparently this was some kind of special prison, probably for Aryans. The girl threw off the wooden shoes that were tormenting her feet and lay down on the bunk. She was very tired, maybe not so much physically as mentally. She closed her eyes and tried to fall into a pleasant oblivion. But sleep would not come, thoughts crept into her head. First of all, what awaited her next? She was beautiful and perhaps the fascist leaders would simply turn her into a whore!
  The cell doors swung open silently and they brought her food. Two fair-haired girls with short hair put a silver tray with several dishes with an embossed pattern on the edges. Including salad and pieces of minced meat with a side dish. Alfraya ate well for the first time in days and, feeling heavy, closed her eyes, falling into the bottomless darkness of slumber.
  The girl's dreams were disturbing, but fragmentary, not emotionally charged enough to wake her up. Several times, Alfraya felt as if she was being pierced with a bayonet.
  The girl woke up only the next day. The tray with food was already on the table. Alfraya ate automatically and lay down on the bed again. It seemed that her thoughts were languidly fluttering around the room. Strangely enough, no one bothered the girl, it seemed that they simply forgot about her, although they fed her very well. But to be honest, in the USSR, the army's food supply was excellent! The day flew by unnoticed, the night was almost calm, but in the morning a surprise awaited the girl.
  Two pretty jailers took her camp clothes and brought in a beautiful, fluffy ball gown and pearl-embroidered shoes.
  Alfraya was seriously confused:
  - What is this for me?
  The jailers answered in unison:
  - You! Change your clothes!
  The girl nodded:
  - With pleasure!
  Although Alfraya had not been measured, the dress fit. This slightly surprised the young Red Army officer. But there was a problem with the shoes, they were too small, and they were made of crystal, with high heels. Alfraya tried unsuccessfully to put them on. Seeing her efforts, a powerful, two-meter-tall man with arms as thick as logs in an SS uniform entered the cell. Seeing him, the girl recoiled, but the big guy easily caught her, and squeezed her legs like pincers.
  - Calm down, Russian pig!
  Alfraya quickly realized that it was useless to resist. The torture began, her graceful, but not small feet, with difficulty pushed into the disproportionate shoes. The girl remembered the fairy tale about Cinderella, and thought that the author did not really understand women's clothing. Crystal is a hard material, and walking in such shoes, especially high heels, is torture. Especially considering that Cinderella was not used to such shoes. A huge SS man secured her feet in crystal "blocks" with special straps. The girl was forced to stand up, while the men's hands unceremoniously groped her bust. Her nipples treacherously swelled again, but Alfraya almost fainted from disgust. After which she was led out of the cell.
  As the Red Army officer stumbled, the jailers supported and pushed her. Then they blindfolded her and twisted her arms. The large SS man said in a thunderous voice:
  - They're taking the interrogating pig to the adult bathhouse! Ooh! I'm going to the bottom! I'll tear all the girls apart, I'll drown in a spoon!
  Alfraya felt herself being dragged, somewhere up. Then down, her poor legs, twisted at an unnatural angle. It's interesting, Cinderella was a poor servant to her stepmother and never wore high heels - Charles Perrault wanted to reward her, not thinking about the torment of the beauty. And crystal shoes, or at least leather ones. However, wooden shoes are also no fun, but in the summer Cinderella probably slapped barefoot, enjoying the warm and tender grass. But in the winter there was double torment, firstly, wooden shoes do not warm well, and secondly, they rub your feet. Then the classic story, the conquest of the fairy-tale prince! And here she is Alfraya, also Cinderella, only, just the opposite, instead of a magically handsome beloved prince, a whole pack of notorious scoundrels awaits her. And then death? It is not so scary!
  The girl was put in a car, judging by the smell, the engine was on alcohol. Yes, she heard, or rather studied, that the Germans tried to distill alcohol from sawdust, and then make fuel. The idea itself is not bad, but the question is about the cost and labor costs, besides, in Germany, there are not so many forests. In the USSR, oil development has already begun in the Volga region, they are conducting geological exploration in Siberia. There is enough oil for now and synthetic fuel is not relevant yet. In the future, energy will be extracted from the atom. Really, is that how? Why is there such emptiness in her head in relation to knowledge from her cosmic present?
  Alfrai suddenly had an association with a fishing rod in his head. They just took and hooked the nucleus of an atom. Something like Belyaev, pressing matter. And then it explodes!!! A seller of air, for real! Well, to hell with these Germans. Perhaps it will be able to survive if it exists longer. The Red Army is strong and will go on the counteroffensive. Maybe only a couple of weeks separate it from freedom! The USSR is strong, and most importantly, unlike the tsarist times, the people and the army are united. During the First World War, the population of tsarist Russia was more than three times greater than that of Kaiser Germany. Moreover, the Germans fought on two fronts, and kept a smaller part of the troops in the east. Nevertheless, tsarist Russia actually lost the war. But not on the battlefield, but as a result of internal discontent. After all, the authorities in tsarist Russia and the people were far apart. Stalin is the son of a simple shoemaker, and the overwhelming majority of his entourage are also poor people by origin. In the USSR there is no such huge gap between the ruling elite and the bulk of the population. Milkmaids, shepherdesses, weavers, and leading workers are elected to the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR. Yes, there are problems, sometimes it is scary that you have said an unnecessary word. Maybe the Soviet government is really too strict, and you can treat people more gently, but... The people sincerely believe in the party and Stalin. Well, and those few dissatisfied ones will immediately be enlightened when the atrocities of fascism touch them!
  . CHAPTER #17.
  Captain Lion dozed off and began to dream of something completely crazy.
  - Well, how am I going to make love to her?
  - Have you never watched people do this?
  Marshal Fobra shook his head.
  - I read in books and watched underground pornography. But I don't have that main thing that human males have. And without it, people don't have love.
  Gapian blinked his golden eyes sadly.
  - Wow, - chuckled a tipsy Victor.
  - I am not given to love your females, but you are not given to love three of them. You will never experience such delight.
  - You're lying. - Victor decided to argue. - I don't believe you enjoy it. I've never seen you do it.
  - What do you want to see, man?
  Fobra narrowed his eyes questioningly.
  - Yes. How do you do it?
  - I can show this on your female.
  - No, I want to see how it happens for you.
  Gapiets took out a computer bracelet and, having entered the numbers, commanded:
  - Call two adjutants here, Median and Ovid.
  Only then did Margarita realize that even though they were under the influence of the drink of happiness, they shouldn"t cross the line of decency.
  - We have an army, not a brothel. By the authority of the commander, I forbid this. And you, Victor, must apologize to the allied marshal.
  The mustachioed ultramarshal blushed. He himself realized that his drunken joke had dragged on and, bowing, asked for an apology.
  - That's a different matter. Let's not discuss our physiology, but rather let's fight together. And defeat the enemy.
  - Let's drink to that. I suggest we consider this a toast.
  The four of them downed the wine and ate the alien fruits with relish. Everyone felt good and happy. Marshal Fobra decided to ask:
  - I assume that the most likely place for the enemy armada to break through will be the Fapitela system. We must place our troops in ambush and be ready to cut off the enemy with one blow to the flank and rear. An ancient tactic: let the enemy pass and hit him at his most vulnerable spot.
  - Well, we'll try that. - Margarita wiped her lips with a handkerchief. She was full and wanted to get up from the table. But dessert was still waiting for them. The waiters brought in a cake. Translucent with multi-colored tops in the shape of a maple leaf. It symbolized victory.
  - Well, shall we cut it off piece by piece? - Victor suggested.
  - There are still many different delicacies here.
  And indeed, amazing pies in the shape of ships, fortresses, and starships with soldiers and astronauts cast from airy honey appeared on the trays. Although the commanders were well fed, the temptation to break off someone's head was too great.
  - It would be a great joy for our guys.
  - It's about time. True, there are no small children on our starships. Unless you count the students of the schools. So we'll have to feed the offspring of the Dag. - The marshal clapped his hands. - The holiday is over for today. New working days are ahead.
  The cake was cut quickly and eaten in silence, apparently having already had time to speak out. Marshal Faubra nevertheless decided to propose a final toast.
  - Although it sounds trite, let's drink to the friendship of all nations in the universe and let's not tease each other anymore.
  "You"re right, we can drink to that," agreed Margarita. "Let"s drain the cups."
  The commanders stood up. The attempt to help Marshal Faubra move was met with a strong protest. The four headed for the exit.
  An explosion thundered in the city center, debris rained down. A hurricane of shooting began. Apparently, the fighting broke out with renewed vigor.
  - That's it, Margarita. As one of the ancient sages said: - War is a natural state of man.
  - It was not a sage who said this, but Friedrich Nischtse. It seems he was right.
  "And yet I do not look to the future with such a gloomy outlook," muttered Marshal Fobra, taking out his ray guns.
  Elfilini added:
  - It's good to shake yourself up after eating.
  A new explosion interrupted the phrase.
  The movie ended. It was too adult towards the end. The girl instructor, seeing how embarrassed the boys were, remarked:
  - You are the elite of the elite and you must get used to adult life! So you need to know this too.
  After which they rushed off to lunch. As always, in fast-paced mode.
  Cobra remarked with a smile:
  - And it seems we are great experts in war!
  Oleg answered with a sweet look:
  - We must be professionals in peaceful life too!
  Aurora, who sat down next to the boys, noted:
  - But still, war is primary! Even if you take military-economic strategy, you first build an army, and only then deal with the economy.
  Andreyka agreed:
  - That's right! The army needs to be built first!
  During lunch, in addition to the synthetics, the children were given a chocolate-covered mango each. After which they ran again, and it was a complete drill.
  As they ran, they began to hammer another piece of wisdom into the children"s heads.
  In particular, the question of how this or that economy works, and what is the snore effect. Snore is a drop in demand due to a decrease in the money supply, and it leads to a collapse of the economy and a decline in production.
  Cobra noted:
  - And why do we need this? In the empire, the economy develops according to plan.
  Oleg objected:
  - You need to know the past. So that you don't have to swim in the future and the present.
  Andeyka noted:
  - If you shoot the past with a slingshot, the future will hit you with a cannon!
  The grizzly, jumping over another barrier on the way, squeaked:
  - Without the past there is no future!
  Oleg, having jumped over the fiery strip, the young pupils continued to run, noted:
  - The past is gone, there is no future yet, so let's take care of the present!
  Here a team of fighting boys ran into a huge hall. The floor there was shaking and vibrating. And holograms were attacking the young students. The children met them with blows of bare feet and fists.
  They jumped and spun. And you had to show virtuoso agility. And the holograms were different. Some of them were fighters in spacesuits, some holograms in the form of frightening robots, and others were like fairy-tale creatures, even like little devils.
  The young warriors fought them off and worked energetically.
  At the same time, knowledge continued to be hammered into their heads. Also very interesting.
  For example, about the phalanx and its formations. It was a whole and very interesting topic. Especially when girls with bare, strong, tanned legs moved in the phalanx. And they carried long and sharp spears.
  Oleg noted with a grin:
  - Yes, these are superbly trained girls!
  Cobra added wittily:
  - Not staged, but set up!
  After which the boys burst out laughing.
  And the electronic device provided the students with very useful information.
  The formation is a dense formation of warriors in several ranks. The phalanx is also mentioned in relation to some barbarian kingdoms and tribes of antiquity (it was used to varying degrees by the Gauls and Belgae, possibly Germanic tribes), which speaks of the universality of the idea of this formation (often ancient Greek and Roman authors described with the word "phalanx" any organized accumulation of enemy troops, where the formation of ranks was observed, not necessarily consciously). Only the first ranks took part in the battle directly (depending on the length of the spears used). The back ranks served as a reserve for the immediate replacement of the wounded and killed, and also exerted physical and moral pressure on the warriors from the front ranks, holding them back from retreating. If not for this, it would be advantageous to lengthen the front in order to cover the flanks of the enemy. At the same time, a deeper phalanx could break through the weak center of the enemy, which did not have a significant reserve. Consequently, the phalanx is based on two opposing principles: the depth of the formation, which gives power to the onslaught, and the width of the front, which allows for envelopment. The decision on the depth of the formation was made by the commander depending on the number of troops and the nature of the terrain. A depth of 8 people is apparently the norm, but there are also references to a phalanx with a depth of 12 and even 25 people. In the battle of Sellasia, Antigonus Doson successfully used a phalanx with a double depth of formation. According to Strabo:
  -Any barbarian nation and crowd of lightly armed people is powerless against a properly built and well-armed phalanx.
  An infantryman who fought in the phalanx formation was called a phalangite.
  During the movement, there was a gradual shift of the formation to the right due to the natural tendency of the phalanx to gradually shift to the side not covered by shields.
  Cobra noted with a grin:
  Forward pirates,
  We are making history...
  Today there are barricades,
  And tomorrow the crematoriums!
  And the boy kicked the hologram with his bare, round heel and smashed it to pieces.
  Oleg chuckled and sang:
  We will fight like eagles,
  Fighters of the empire, light to the stars...
  Enemies, believe me, are doomed,
  And it won"t be too late for us to fight!
  After which, the boys burst out laughing again and continued jumping and listening to the wise thoughts, or rather, strategies, of the computer.
  In the meaning of a closely closed battle line, the word phalanx is already found in the Iliad (VI, 6; XI, 90; XIX, 158).
  Oleg answered with a chuckle:
  - This is very cool! Since ancient times!
  Cobra roared:
  - We'll pulsate and annihilate everything!
  The phalanx was first used by the Argives under the command of King Pheidon, who defeated the Spartans in 669 BC at Hysiae.
  Cobra noted sarcastically:
  - The vaunted Spartans are always getting beaten!
  Oleg noted:
  Victory over the strong is more honorable!
  And the boy took and crumpled the hologram!
  Phalanxes were formed by peoples, tribes, clans, or families, and the distribution of warriors in depth was determined by their courage and strength. In the historical era, the phalanx, as a form of building troops in battle, is found in all Greek states until recent times. Its essential features were the dense formation of rows and long spears. A strictly consistent type of phalanx existed among the Dorians, especially among the Spartans, whose entire force of troops consisted of heavily armed infantry (hoplites). The army was divided into mora, lochi, pentecostas and enomotia, but was built in battle as a phalanx (ancient Greek: έπί φάλαγγος), consisting of a varying number of rows.
  Andreyka said with a laugh:
  Stars and bones lined up in a row,
  A tram ran over a squad of Octobrists!
  Cobra chuckled and chirped:
  - What is a tram?
  Oleg asked with a smile:
  - Do you know what Octobrists are?
  The purple haired boy replied:
  - I know! These are the younger brothers of the pioneers!
  Thus, in the battle of Mantinea, the Spartan phalanx was 8 men deep, with each enomotia having a front of four men; in the battle of Leuctra, the phalanx was 12 men deep, and the shock detachment that broke through the Spartan ranks was even 50 ranks deep. If an army, built in columns (ancient Greek: έπί κέρως), had to form a phalanx, the movement began with the rear enomotia, which advanced to the left and aligned itself with the preceding enomotia. Then these two enomotia advanced to the left until they were level with the next enomotia, and so on, until all the enomotia were lined up and formed a phalanx. The same movement, only in reverse order, was carried out if it was necessary to double the ranks.
  Andreyka chuckled and noted:
  - Two times two is five! That's what it means to double the rows!
  Cobra noted:
  - Don't be silly! You know that two plus two makes four!
  Oleg noted:
  - There is a paradox of fractions that two times two is five, it can be proven!
  Grizzly agreed:
  - You can prove that two times two is a million, but what's the point!
  The phalanx was first improved by the Theban strategist Epaminondas. When fighting in a phalanx, a fighter strives to hit the enemy opposite and to the right of himself (since the weapon is held in the right hand). The deviation to the right also occurs because each infantryman strives to cover himself additionally with the shield of his neighbor, so the left flank of the phalanx was often routed, and for both opponents. Then both victorious flanks met again, often with an inverted front. Epaminondas used this natural aspiration of the fighters by building his left flank at a greater depth than the right, and pushing it forward a little. Thus, his infantrymen attacked the enemy, as if at an angle (oblique phalanx). He also managed to use additional rows of the phalanx in the battle, thereby increasing its strength by 30-60% with the same number of soldiers. In a regular phalanx, only the first three rows could participate in the fight itself - the first, striking at hip height, the second - at chest level, and the third - at shoulder level. Epaminondas' phalanx could use the fourth, and with good training, even the fifth row, due to the fact that the warriors of these rows held their spears on the left side of the body (also at different heights), so that they acted in different planes and did not interfere with each other. The spears themselves had to be significantly longer than those of the first two rows.
  Oleg noted with a sweet smile, stating:
  - Yes, Epaminondas' oblique tactics lead directly to the goal!
  Cobra giggled and hit the child's bare foot:
  - Yes, it's very cool! Straight path and steep!
  Andreyka laughed with deadly force:
  - Yes, it will be super cool!
  Grizzly added:
  - Ultrapulsar and hyperquasar!
  The phalanx formation was improved by Philip II of Macedon (who had spent a long time as a hostage in Thebes and was apparently well aware of the ideas of Epaminondas), who lined up his army 8 to 16 men deep. In a phalanx consisting of 8 rows, the spears (sarissas) were about 5.5 to 6 meters (18 feet) long; the spears of the front row were extended 4 to 4.5 meters (14 feet) in front of the line of the army, the spears of the back row reached the level of this line. With a deeper formation and a reduction in the length of the sarissa to 4.2 meters (14 feet), only the first five rows extended their spears outward and forward; the remaining soldiers held them obliquely over the shoulders of their front comrades. The advantage of this formation was that the phalanx presented an impenetrable mass in the event of an attack on it, and, on the other hand, fell heavily on the enemy during an attack; The disadvantage was that the phalanx was slow-moving, could not change front in the face of the enemy and was unsuitable for hand-to-hand combat.
  Cobra chirped with a chuckle:
  Here you can see contractions,
  But everyone has their shortcomings!
  Oleg noted:
  - For its time, the phalanx was a very advanced formation!
  Andreyka muttered:
  - And still there is!
  Grizzly also muttered:
  - And it will continue!
  During the time of the Diadochi, quality gave way to quantity, which led to a crushing defeat at the Battle of Cynoscephalae in 197 BC at the hands of the Roman legions during the Second Macedonian War.
  Oleg noted with obvious sarcasm:
  - Yes, Rome has beaten everyone!
  Cobra noted:
  - And we will beat them all!
  The Romans used the phalanx formation before the introduction of the manipular formation by Marcus Furius Camillus, and also during the reign of the emperors in wars with barbarian tribes.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - And we will wipe out the barbarians!
  Cobra roared:
  - Yes, the enemies will get it!
  There are two main types of phalanges:
  Classical - a large round shield (hoplon) in one hand, a spear in the other. Hoplites formed the basis of the classical phalanx.
  Close and tight ranks of warriors (from 8 to 25 rows). The main burden of the battle was taken by the first two rows, the rest replaced the fallen and wounded, and also provided increased pressure, or helped to hold the position. The disadvantage was the lack of maneuverability and vulnerability from behind and from the sides. Therefore, they were covered by peltasts and warriors with slings.
  Andreyka just burst out laughing:
  - To new strike lines!
  Grizzly showed his fist, breaking the hologram:
  - Everyone's bones will be broken!
  Macedonian (Hellenistic) - a long spear (sarissa) is held with two hands due to its weight, a small shield is secured to the elbow with a belt. The basis of the Macedonian phalanx was the sarissaphoroi.
  "Horse phalanx" is a sometimes encountered (not scientific, mounted warriors with 1.5-2 meter spears dressed in bronze armor), descriptive name for the formation of the hetairoi during the time of Alexander the Great and his father Philip.
  That's how the first part of the afternoon study ended. As they say, for general development, it's not at all superfluous to know about the phalanx.
  But that's not all, of course. There were more modern methods of teaching. In particular, a method for obtaining various kinds of chemical elements. In particular, hypertitanium, which is used in spaceships. And much more. In addition to hypertitanium, there is also clervil and some other components, as well as weapons with altered constants.
  Next they showed new terms, very cool, delightful formulations:
  A hypergraviostatic field is a field in which matter, space and energy flows are transferred to a one-dimensional plane, and only in it can they exert influence and movement, with the exception of cases of using hypertheoplasmic types of energy.
  Hypermagograviostatic field is a field in which matter, space and energy flows are transferred to a one-dimensional plane, which can also exhibit the properties of multidimensional spaces with fractional dimensions. Conduct transformations of matter, combining changes in physical laws and magic. Subordinate everything to a certain type of magic, and only in it can they carry out influence and movement,
  Hyperplasmokinesis is the ability to mentally influence nuclear and hypernuclear transformations and energy flows of high-power hyperplasma.
  Hypertransfer is a being whose body has the ability to not only change volume and shape, but also the physical constants of the body, gaining invulnerability, colossal strength, and extreme speed.
  A hypno-emitter is a weapon that uses the wave principle of influencing the brain and consciousness of living organisms in order to subjugate them and control their behavior.
  Fractional valence is when, during the formation of the crystal lattice, intranuclear forces, including quark superstrings, are included in the interaction.
  Hyperfractional valence is when, during the formation of the crystal lattice of certain materials, the energy of hyperstrings and the momentum of preons, as well as even smaller nanoelementary particles, are also included in the interaction.
  Hypertheoplasm is a special state of super-matter, when the amount of matter can increase or contract practically within unlimited limits, releasing a practically unlimited amount of controlled or uncontrolled energy, as well as transforming and converting material and spatial objects.
  Hyperion is a type of ion with several orders of magnitude more powerful impulse and speed than a normal ion. And with greater capabilities for destructive and transformative impact.
  The Hyperion Cannon is a type of weapon that uses hyperions for destructive and transformative effects.
  The Hyperion Whip is a type of weapon most commonly used by Overseers with paralyzing and transforming effects, created on the basis of hyperions.
  Hyperneutron - a type of neutron with several orders of magnitude more powerful impulse and speed than a normal ion. And with greater potential for destructive and transformative impact.
  A hyperneutron cannon is a type of weapon that uses hyperneutrons for destructive and transformative effects.
  The hyperneutron whip is a type of weapon most often used by overseers with a paralyzing and transforming effect, created on the basis of hyperneutrons.
  Oleg said with a smile:
  - Well, that's very cool! Hyperquasaric!
  Andreyka nodded:
  - Cool weapon! Super!
  Cobra laughed and growled:
  - Yes, it will be hyper!
  Grizzly laughed and said:
  - And then we'll take them all and kill them all!
  And the children all roared in unison:
  We will kill for a lucky constellation,
  Let's tear the mosquitoes apart...
  And passing exams, I only got an A,
  Let's turn the enemy into ragged scrap!
  . CHAPTER #18.
  Then Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko turned over onto his other side. And he began to see an alternative dream, but also interesting and exciting.
  The offensive operation in Canada developed quite successfully. The Germans captured several bridgeheads. Then they united them into one large one.
  Then the offensive developed more and more rapidly. The battles developed with incredible force. The Americans tried to throw the Germans into the sea. But in the air, due to quality, the Luftwaffe dominated, and the disc planes simply brought panic terror to the aviation. The fighting spirit of the Yankees is really not very good. Many thousands of prisoners appeared in the very first days. It should be noted that the command is not up to par either.
  The interaction between the troops is extremely poorly organized.
  Often American artillery covers their own. There are many disagreements with the Canadians.
  The situation is also aggravated by betrayals among the American command, especially those of German descent. The Yankees are not very keen on fighting for foreign lands.
  It should be noted that when the E-50 went into production, the Sherman became completely obsolete. It is not capable of penetrating a German tank from any angle. But Pershings are still being produced in small numbers. And they are only dangerous when fired at the side at point-blank range and with an APCR shell. But in reality, a German tank is guaranteed to penetrate both a Pershing and a Sherman from five kilometers. It simply crushes them from a distance.
  And there is no chance. The Americans are noticeably behind in tanks. In aviation, there are no powerful jet fighters yet that are fit for combat use.
  The most mass-produced fighter, the Mustang, is simply a coffin with wings. Only the Airacobra has a chance to sting with its 37-millimeter cannon. Jet bombers are still being developed. What else does Hitler have? Of course, disc-shaped aircraft, of which there are still few, but they are invulnerable. This is, of course, a colossal problem for the USA. Especially a moral one, since the invulnerability of such machines gives rise to capitulationist sentiments.
  Well, who wants to die, being subjected to a total beating. The Germans already instill fear in everyone.
  But the war goes on. The main difficulty is supplying troops across the ocean. It's good that there is a chain of islands. But it's still not easy for the Germans to move forces. To supply ammunition. This slows down the advance in Canada. The Americans are also strong, quite numerous, and they have a lot of equipment. If they had more fighting spirit and organization, they could have easily thrown the hordes of the Third Reich into the sea.
  But fortune favors the brave, and happiness favors the strong. The bridgehead is expanding.
  On May 30, 1945, the first "Monster" tank created for combat use descended. The vehicle had a very powerful bomb thrower and four howitzers. However, military experts were skeptical about such a contraption. It would be possible to simply drop a bomb weighing twenty tons, such bombers, than to lead a super tank across the ocean. Moreover, the mass is so great, and the vehicle is expensive.
  But the Fuhrer personally insisted on launching the "Monster" into production. The advantage of this design can be considered a fairly large firing range - up to one hundred kilometers, relatively satisfactory cross-country ability, and thick armor. But overall, only one copy has been manufactured so far.
  The "Rat" was abandoned altogether. It was easier to use a trivial battery of heavy guns than to mess around with a tank. The "Monster" at least solved the problem of moving a huge 1250-mm mortar. Some military men believed that four howitzers were not needed, and it would be better to make a lighter tank with one, but large gun.
  But Hitler was drawn to large sizes. The "Monster" was manufactured on time. But so far this machine has not shown itself to be very confident. It almost got stuck during landing, but everything worked out.
  This supertank, or rather self-propelled gun, and partly the battery, could be attacked from the air. That is why special anti-aircraft self-propelled guns were driving around it, and jet planes were circling.
  The car moved quite slowly, only 20 kilometers per hour. And that was on level ground. The E-300 seemed almost like a nimble fox against its background.
  The tracks clank and the diesels roar. Gas turbine engines for such a colossus are not yet ready. But in any case, the Germans can be proud of their masterpiece - the heaviest tank in the world. Initially, they wanted to install the "Dora" on the "Monster". But then military experts logically decided that a rocket launcher would be much more destructive in its effect.
  And what happened? All expectations were met! The bomb thrower strikes were truly devastating.
  The main gunner was traditionally a girl. That's just the way it is. And of course, almost naked in a bikini. It's already warm, plus there's still heat from the engines in the supertank itself. And a team consisting of girls. Bare-legged beauties, no older than thirty. How briskly they rush around the mastodon.
  Bare, girlish feet knock dully on the metal. It is very erotic. The serving teenager Peter looks at the girls. The imagination draws all sorts of fantasies. For example, kissing girls and young women on the chest. So I want to run my tongue over the nipples, scarlet like rosebuds.
  Peter feels his perfection swelling, so much so that it is noticeable. The young man blushes. He tries to think about something else. For example, what a wonderful tank they have. The largest tracked and indeed machine in the world. It hits like a ballistic missile, only the shot is cheaper.
  The boy couldn't help but carefully touch the woman's heel. The girl looked at the teenager with a condescending smile. The young man was cute, looked about fifteen years old, and of course it's even nice when a handsome young man touches you.
  And it tickles a little... The girl purrs:
  - Stroke it a little!
  Peter is very happy about this. What a foot. Chiseled, tanned, perfectly clean skin, even toes, shiny nails. Smooth curve of the heel with elastic skin. It seems slightly rough. Peter feels a strong excitement inside himself. He really wants it. Alas, teenage hormones dominate in the mind.
  The boy pulls the girl's foot to his lips and begins to kiss it. The taste of female skin is very pleasant, the smell of the healthy flesh of a beauty is delightful and exciting. You kiss greedily, showering the sole from the toes to the curve of the heel. And you feel sweetness inside you. And perfection has swelled so much that it is about to burst!
  Peter really wants to stick his hand in and relieve himself, but he's ashamed and uncomfortable. Oh, women, how desirable and inaccessible you are.
  An aggressive shout is heard:
  - Elvisa, you're not in a brothel! Let's get to work!
  The girl carefully pulls the leg out of the young man's hands and whispers:
  - See you in the evening!
  Peter nods gratefully. Oh, how hard it will be to wait until evening. And the gigantic supertank has already reached the plain and moved further towards the front line. The machine had many tracks, covering the entire bottom. The cross-country ability is really satisfactory, not inferior to heavy German tanks. The speed is somewhat lacking. But in the future, when diesel engines are replaced by gas turbines, the speed will increase sharply.
  But still, such a colossus even externally looks like a real turtle, and looks slow-moving.
  Several girls even jumped off and ran after the tank. Jumping up and down, the warriors bared their teeth and began to sing:
  - We are frisky and quick, beautiful girls! And our legs are frisky and our teeth are so sharp!
  The girls jumped and spun. Some of them spun in a special somersault. They flew like birds.
  Peter sat on the steel for a while. Then he jumped off and ran. The boy was also barefoot and in shorts. Of course, it's nicer to run without boots. Especially when there are girls nearby. And what backs, and hips, and breasts, and legs they have.
  Peter shouted:
  - Glory to the Third Reich!
  The girls roared in unison:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  The giant tank overcame a small ditch. The girls and the boy simply jumped over it. And they galloped briskly. The tracks of the "Monster" were amazingly thick, and it was impossible to damage them.
  Several of the newest He-262s flew overhead. Very fast machines. They rush like vultures, even blowing a little warm air. The warriors are nimble and seductive.
  Peter hit the cobblestones a little awkwardly with his bare foot. It hurt. The boy limped and hurried to climb onto the platform. He began to rub his sore toes. Not very pleasant.
  But in general, it is not so easy to live in Germany. Since 1942, the economy has truly switched to a war footing. And everything began to work for the front. The production of summer children's shoes practically ceased. It was getting pretty tough for a boy, and in the army, of course, it was better to eat. And so the children ran barefoot, to school from frost to frost.
  This is basically bearable, and even pleasant. But in autumn or early spring, of course, there is less pleasure. I had to literally run to school. And the soles burned, as if on fire. Especially when it snowed.
  Peter remembered this... Then you warm up your limbs, tucking your legs. Then you eat strictly according to the norm. Although the rations for Germans are not bad. Especially recently, when rich harvests have come from Ukraine. And bananas and other fruits come from Africa.
  There was only a bit of hunger for a couple of years. Then Germany fed itself at the expense of the captured territories. But in recent years, everything has improved and the rations were more than enough for families.
  Berlin generally gave the impression of a well-fed and rich city. There were already quite a few new constructions.
  The war was going on, turning into a successful channel, and there was a surplus of labor. Every German could buy a slave on credit. And that was great, in the opinion of the fascists. Peter also had a personal slave. You could do whatever you wanted with her. And what you couldn't do with her...
  Peter smiled carnivorously. He really wanted to whip the girl's body. The boy thought about it. Should he start a harem? It was already almost legal to do so in the Third Reich. And slaves were sold at auctions, or they could be purchased on credit.
  Peter's mother bought two boys for next to nothing. The boys were Indians. And they were very cold when they had to work barefoot. And the mother urged them on with a whip. One of the boys later got sick and died. Instead, the mother took a Russian boy. They are more resilient and can withstand the comparatively mild German winter without spending money on shoes and warm clothes.
  The other Indian was from a mountain village and managed to get used to it. Peter's father died at the front. His mother was left alone. The boys gradually became almost members of the family.
  Peter even played with them... Until he went into the army. It's a good opportunity to earn money. And he was lucky to get into the company of girls who service the "Monster" supertank. Of course, it's prestigious!
  Here they are driving a column of prisoners ahead. The Americans are walking with their heads down. They are in no mood. They are losers. The guards are pushing with their rifle butts and whistling with their whips.
  Among those who surrendered, there are still very young boys. As is typical of teenagers, they smile a lot, especially when they see the running, almost naked, tanned girls. The warriors whistle at the prisoners and throw stones at them. The boys whistle back. Such is the mutual exchange of pleasantries.
  Peter pulled a pistol from his belt. He really wanted to shoot the prisoners.
  A truly colossal temptation. Ah, the devilish temptation. Shouldn't I find myself some not-too-valuable victim?
  Peter takes aim at an old man, and a black one at that. He's not a pity. The boy wants to commit his first murder. He's almost fifteen, and he hasn't killed anyone yet. Look at Friedrich, for example, how many victims he has, and he's no older than Peter.
  Peter took it and sang:
  - Woe to him who fights,
  In battle with a German made of steel...
  If the enemy goes berserk -
  I'll kill that bastard!
  And the boy shoots... The distance for a pistol is quite large. The boy was very afraid that he would miss. And it would be a shame. But the gray-haired black man falls. The African American's face is covered in blood.
  Peter growled:
  - I'll kill you Africa!
  And he bared his teeth...
  The murder of an unarmed prisoner of war does not bother anyone. It is as if a cockroach had been crushed. The Germans continue to drive the prisoners and whistle songs, some rather vulgar ones at that.
  Peter felt very pleased with himself. He had fired, and very accurately and hadn't missed. What a marksman! He hits extremely accurately! And he had the courage to shoot an unarmed man. And that was the most inspiring thing. Not everyone is capable of such a thing!
  The boy jumped off the supertank and ran after the girl shouting:
  - We saw him! Very accurately!
  The chief spotter says affectionately:
  - Well done! You are growing up as a true Aryan! But learn to kill not only prisoners, but also in battle!
  Peter yelled back:
  - Storm and Viking and steel sword!
  Yes, he did it really well. The pain in his bruised toes dulled and Peter now ran after the girls. After all, war is like a mother. There is so much fun in it.
  For example, Peter liked to have fun at home. In particular, he lit matches and brought them to the bare heels of the slave boys. They screamed wildly and jumped up, frantically rolling their eyes. The Indian has brown eyes, and the Russian has blue. It's funny... It's also good to insert pieces of newspaper between the toes and set them on fire. And it's very painful. Or to whip the young slaves, exhausted by hard work, at night with a whip.
  Peter absorbed the animal instincts of a true fascist. And he himself became an animal.
  Hitler said: The Earth is threatened with resettlement. We need as many people as are necessary to serve the German masters. This formed a merciless morality. And the attitude towards other peoples - as if they were subhuman.
  However, on the other hand, the totalitarian regime and the vaunted German order had an effect. Production grew, and not only military. Not only did the output of weapons increase, but roads were also built, a bridge, steep airfields, and cities were erected. So it is impossible to judge this regime unambiguously yet. A certain effect was achieved through slave labor and the totalitarian regime.
  The war was going on, and the empire was developing and growing. Both its power and its economy.
  Peter ran for quite a long time... Until he felt tired... Then he got his second wind.
  Time passed, and the sun began to set. Peter was already thoroughly tired. He looked at the red sun and thought when, finally, this day would end and he would be able to go into a woman's arms. And so flutter...
  Peter, in order to distract himself a little, tried to remember his father's stories from the Eastern Front. And from the Western one too. His father managed to fight in Poland, Belgium, France and Russia... And the war began quite successfully. Many Germans were afraid that it would be like the First World War. But Hitler turned out to be wiser and luckier than Wilhelm. He defeated the enemies piecemeal. The Germans, losing a few soldiers, captured Poland, and then they won and destroyed in France, Belgium and Holland.
  The war in the east did not cause any particular fear in anyone. Victory followed victory. But the Germans still advanced as quickly as they had planned. All the deadlines had already passed, and Russia was still fighting. And then the winter catastrophe. Peter's father disappeared in the Soviet snowdrifts. They didn't even find his body. Peter vaguely hoped that maybe his father was in captivity, and he remained alive. But prisoners were exchanged twice. They returned from Russia. Many became disabled. True, there were relatively few prisoners. His father was not among them.
  Peter was still too young to go to the Eastern Front. But he wanted to take revenge on the Russians. But the boy did not make it to the end of the Eastern Campaign. The Germans did not consider its results victorious, although the conquests were significant.
  It was completely dark... The supertank stopped. The girls had to have a snack and go to bed. Dinner was quick, standard rations, chocolate, dried bananas, dried meat.
  Peter sat down next to his friend. She winked at the boy. Why not have some fun with the beardless young man. Peter was sitting in only shorts. Relief, lean, with clean and tanned skin. It was nice to touch him. The girl stroked Peter's muscular chest. The boy began to stroke her back.
  They were intertwined in an embrace and showered each other with kisses. Peter was not a virgin. He would receive a lesson in love from a professional prostitute back in college. Usually, teenagers were raised in a heterosexual way. Given their hypersexuality, women were supposed to learn love when the desire arose. Peter already knew how to please, and the girl soon began to moan with lust.
  But they didn't enjoy love for long. The signal sounded. The gun was finally supposed to fire. And so the powerful cannon began to move. The girls rushed about, dragging the projectile with a winch.
  The "Monster" supertank was loaded with a twenty-ton bomb. And it was ready to spit it out at the target. The gun was aimed using radio, and the "Rama"-5 from above corrected the shooting.
  The gunner girl was switching data on the display. The gun froze... The gun resembled a mound, with a wide muzzle. And then a crackling shot banged. It shook from the recoil, and a fiery column rushed into the sky. The girls even fell from the recoil, but immediately jumped up.
  The devastating gift flew in a high arc beyond the horizon. Thus the supertank's gun fired its first shot.
  The chief spotter said:
  - In this case, there is no peace without war and no silver lining! We used our chance.
  The projectile flew about a hundred kilometers in a straight line, and more than two hundred and fifty in a high arc. Its parabola broke through into the stratosphere. And entered downwards at an extreme angle. The flight took several minutes, and a real fiery tornado fell upon the fortified positions of the Americans. Everything for hundreds of meters was compressed and destroyed. As if a fiery tsunami had passed. And for a couple of battalions of American infantry, the truly last day had come.
  The girl was sucking on another rocket projectile from the most powerful bomb launcher on planet Earth. And they were preparing to bring this multi-ton fist down on the enemy.
  The lead spotter rubbed her bare fingers against the metal hoop and chirped:
  - But don"t give in to him, and you will return the monster to the darkness!
  It took three minutes to load. Quite a lot, but the shot was many times stronger than any weapon in the world. And if it fired, it wouldn't seem like a small shot, or even average.
  The girls are very active. The gun is aimed and the barrel is turned. Peter imagines for a minute what could really happen to those who fall under such a club of Thor. And he becomes terrified. This is the coming blow. That the planet will literally shudder.
  And even when a missile flies, it's scary! And it seems like a harbinger of death.
  Peter, even inspired, sang:
  - The death machine has gone crazy! It flies without knowing its target!
  The girl who had just slept with the boy continued:
  - We smiled this time! We walked along the white stripe!
  And the second present reached its target. It struck the opponents with such force of explosion that limbs and fragments flew far in all directions. The destructive elements flew for many hundreds of kilometers across the US positions.
  The defensive line was under fire. The Americans were like sinners in hell, if not worse.
  The sky and the earth mixed, everything was burning and cracking. The sky was splitting from the explosions. Lightning sparkled across the sky.
  And the girls were pulling the third rocket. Like, you'll get an extra dish. Peter remembered Frederick the Great. His characteristic oblique attacks. The king really got to both the Russians and the Austrians. Of course, they were taught in a limited way, but it was no secret that the Russians were defeating the Prussians. On the contrary, it was even emphasized: if Frederick the Great himself lost to the Russians, then how cool was Hitler, who reached and took Orenburg. True, Moscow has not yet given in.
  The boy pulled up the winch, stepped on the bolt with his bare heel and felt pain. It would be good to put on sneakers, Peter thought. It was already quite chilly in Canada that night at the end of May. It was already hot in Mexico. However, you can sunbathe there even in winter. And so barefoot the teenager hurt his feet.
  Peter, seizing the moment, put his hands on the girl's hips. She purred loudly and said:
  - Not now, handsome!
  Another girl hugged Peter around the torso. Stroked his muscles. Felt his hairless, muscular body. And kissed his sharp shoulder blade, feeling the skin with her lips. Tested it for taste. The boy smelled of youth.
  In the Third Reich, it is not customary to hide instincts. On the contrary, modest women are looked upon with contempt. What, they say, does Nazism teach - one must be more natural, closer to nature. And that means a woman must love men, and most importantly, different ones. Look for worthy, strong, smart, handsome ones. And Peter is really handsome and has sculpted muscles. You want to hug him and hold him close, stroke him and kiss him, or maybe do something more serious.
  Another rocket-projectile rushed towards the US Army positions. It flew in a high arc, as if a panther made of flames was bending. And it carried with it many gravestones in a fiery version.
  Peter barked:
  - This is truly a coffin gambit!
  And the boy laughed deafeningly loudly. The girls turned to the boy and began to tickle his heels. It all looked like five or six girls were making fun of the boy. And Peter kept laughing and baring his teeth. One of the beauties stuck her scarlet nipple in his mouth. The boy began to kiss and suck it.
  Peter knew how delicious it was. Like ice cream. Like strawberries in chocolate. How pleasant, like a honey bun, a woman's skin tastes. And you lick it so greedily...
  But the girls also tickle and pinch. Which is not so pleasant. However, the commander shouts menacingly and the beauties run away. Their pink soles flash. And their bare legs jump.
  And what's happening on the American side is a typical nightmare on Burning Elm Street.
  They load the fourth rocket into the bomb launcher. Such is the game with the bones of death. The warriors are determined to win until the great end. And the desire for success is in the heart of every true Aryan.
  Wagner's music started playing, so that the girls would have more fun moving. That's the trick with the symphony. And the fourth rocket is installed. Ready to explode to a great height.
  And from above howls the TA-500 - a bomber with eight engines. Something that seems so terrible, and unsurpassed. Only a flying disc makes a more terrifying impression.
  And irresistible...
  And just then a flying saucer appeared. It glided across the sky like a sunbeam. That's speed. And it rushes as if it were something terribly cool and cosmic.
  Peter even sang, composing as he went:
  Under the pretext of the goals of humanism,
  To build paradise on Earth...
  The Fuhrer has gone over to the path of fascism,
  He erected a temple to the nightmare of Satan!
  And the boy, after a shout, extended the wire. The fourth rocket rushed into the air. It cut through the atmosphere, and the air clearly smelled of ozone.
  And somewhere in the sky, a flying disc rammed an American B-29. The nightmarish flying mastodon incinerated the large machine with wings.
  Peter sang:
  - A strange feeling of peace - in the past you are no longer there.... In the future you are transformed into endless light!
  And there really is a lot of light... And everything burns with such a blue flame. The disc-shaped craft rammed a dozen planes and disappeared beyond the horizon.
  Peter ran to unwind another wire. No, war is really great. Although the boy imagined it a little differently.
  And then after the victory they will be given lands and slaves. Depending on their military contribution. Peter licked his lips. If only he could get a whole harem. He would have fun with them. Although there are so many girls here. A whole seraglio.
  Here they have a little sister with their mother. She drives the slaves with a whip.
  Germans are taught that they are the highest nation. But in reality, of course, everything is not so simple. Here, Russian boys are very similar to Germans and are not stupid at all.
  What role do you think you should assign them? They are not fit for a pet. But you shouldn't consider them equals either. Peter thought that the Russians could be treated like younger brothers. They fought well against Hitler's army, and showed courage.
  But the Americans are stubborn too. Right now they are launching a fifth shell at the Yankees. This means they have quite a strong defense that they have to break.
  Peter waved his fist in the air in frustration. He personally would like to take a machine gun in his hands and shoot. Or maybe even better, like ancient times, chop with a sword. It is very romantic - to fight with cold weapons.
  The boy took it and sang:
  I remembered the old days - straight on the horse,
  The impatient beast rushes at a gait...
  I couldn"t live a day without my Fatherland,
  Let my homeland be the happier of all countries!
  
  And in the future, galaxies await us,
  The endless expanses of the universe...
  The Nazi fighter is very cool,
  And all creation will submit to the Reich!
  The girls heard the song and shouted in unison:
  - What a warrior! A real macho!
  . CHAPTER #19.
  Pavel-Lev took and drank some sweet rum again. It is strong and hits the brain in the heat. And the captain-marquis's eyes grew dim and he again fell asleep.
  Leon narrowed his eyes slyly:
  - I have a feeling that you were talking to God.
  - Why?
  - A feeling on the verge of boyish intuition. Besides, the theory that our universe could have arisen as a result of the Big Bang is somehow not convincing. When all the particles fly apart at a colossal speed, stars and planets cannot form. It is a fact that matter cannot form after such a powerful shock.
  consolidate into something organized. And the very existence of diverse life, in a great many worlds, contradicts such a theory. After all, it is practically impossible to transform inorganic matter into organic matter without high technology.
  - What do you expect? There is a rational principle in the universe, but the church has no idea about it. All concessions are just speculating on religion. But in reality... - Lenin paused. - If you only knew that all these relics, candles, funeral services for the dead, sacred rockets, icons are pure chud.
  Giving money to the church will not bring you one millimeter closer to salvation, or grace. The one who created our universe is a man like me, and his ancestors were mortal. This is how the future says that the highest achievement is intelligence.
  Leon remained silent, and Lufiro entered the conversation.
  - So you talked to God?
  - I am personally acquainted with the person, or rather the young man and woman, who created this universe and some others.
  - And what are they like?
  - They are beautiful in appearance, especially the girl, as for intelligence, their knowledge is enormous, they remember information like a computer. But in general, they are naive, what can you expect from them, they are practically children. The only thing is that they have immeasurable strength, multi-hyperplasmic flesh, immortal. At the same time, they already dream of nirvana, a little more and they will go to bliss. They should live and live, but sweet dreams are more important to lazy people.
  - You know! - said Lufiro. - There is a sect that teaches that God has died and that he has no business with mortals. Only no one has thought of man becoming God and creating other universes. In general, this is what I think: man should be responsible for his creation, and not throw his children naked into a puddle. That is, we must take care of creation.
  - These gods have done something, taking care of us, but overall this is not enough, we must arrange our own destiny. - Ilyich answered.
  - What happens after death? - Leon asked. - Do they have hell prepared for them?
  - How can I say, there is a semblance of hell, but only for the biggest sinners, and even then they are not tortured, but educated. And then they pass on to another universe.
  - And the rest?
  - The rest go there immediately and quickly.
  - Is the memory preserved?
  - Yes, along with experience! It is reasonable to live in the next life and not make mistakes in elementary things. In general, this universe is better arranged than ours, sin or not, we all have the same end, if you do not count the vague promises of the second coming. In general, a very poorly arranged world, poor in intelligent life in other worlds. - Lenin noted. - Although in general this even benefited us, otherwise we would have conquered or destroyed. It is good that we did not become slaves, but were able to reach the level of hypercivilization. And a lesson to your species, sort out the other living creatures.
  - How? - Leon asked.
  - Conquer and subdue trolls, elves and other creatures. This will be the key to your safety and stability.
  Lufiro grimaced:
  - It's so cruel! To trample all living beings, besides, they are also strong, so that we ourselves would not be ground into dust.
  Lenin nodded:
  - Really! It is quite possible that this is exactly what awaits us, but we must use hatred against the enemy, primarily class hatred. Set enemies at odds, and then strike them in the back. If you want, I can teach you guys even more.
  - Do you know the strategy of psychological warfare?
  - Of course, like all cunning tricks. In particular, I managed to carry out a revolution in conditions when we were faced with superior forces. Personal cunning and influence on the army played a big role here. Many officers and generals were deceived, and agitation also played a role. An unprecedented action was carried out that shook the planet! You will not understand this until you experience it yourself.
  - It's amazing, Vladimir Ilyich, but hunting is more exciting. All this talk about revolution is so tiresome.
  - Your words Leon are the first sign of opportunism. How the collapse of the USSR began with the yawn of a pioneer at a party meeting.
  - I read your book about a just society. Lessons of history. There was a lot of attention to the personality of the party, and also to the fact that ideology should be higher than an individual leader.
  - Yes, exactly! That's how such arch-rats as Khrushchev, Gorbachev, Yeltsin got into the party. However, even after Yeltsin, his successors did a lot of stupid things, take Chechnya, for example, they gave power to bandits, and then there was such a war that the two previous ones seemed like a petty squabble. - Lenin spat angrily. - In my time, I did not allow such stupidity and put reliable party cadres in the leadership positions of the Caucasian republics. In general, we Bolsheviks successfully solved the problem of power and suppressed the guerrilla warfare.
  - This is the history of your world, and everything is different with us, - Lufiro objected. - You can't blindly copy someone else's experience. Especially relevant for a relatively backward country. After all, as far as I understand, in Tsarist Russia, there weren't even computers. And this is a different way of thinking for young people.
  - Some may be asleep, but I took care to deliver revolutionary propaganda to the youth via the Internet. They spread their propaganda across all files, I even came up with a special virus. It displays our program on all computers. Peace, nationalization, freedom! - Lenin said.
  Leon wanted to say something when the pilot announced.
  - We are proceeding with landing. Prepare to exit.
  - Well, now there will be hunting. - Ilyich smiled. - But even this cannot be compared with the revolution.
  - And your gnome couldn't reproduce the laser? - Leon asked. - This weapon against a dinosaur is much better than regular bullets.
  - No! - Lenin winked. - A gnome can't do that. But I designed it. For that, the leader created this! - Vladimir took out a thick machine gun with a narrow barrel.
  - My discovery, a very thin beam, practically invisible, works on radioactive elements.
  "Thinner than a razor?" Lufiro asked.
  - Much more subtle! That's his strength, his supreme concentration and his enormous reserve of fire. - Lenin grinned smugly. - Well, how am I not a genius?
  - One science fiction writer, describing the war between elves and trolls, mentioned an invisible, very thin laser. - Leon said. - The whole question is how to make it. It seems to me that you didn't invent it, but knew it in advance.
  - Maybe he did. - Lenin agreed. - But still, try making a prototype of a weapon with such primitive technology. It requires a lot of ingenuity, it's not enough to know the principle.
  - I agree with you! - Leon nodded and easily jumped out of the helicopter. The others followed him.
  Lufiro noted:
  - With such a weapon, the devil is not afraid.
  Lenin suddenly felt a strong urge to smoke, but the leader pulled himself together. The habit was quite harmful. Then Vladimir Ilyich jogged a bit, breathing in the air with his chest. Suddenly, an impressive figure appeared before him, she was dressed so luxuriously and extravagantly that Lenin asked, barely holding back his laughter:
  - And you, Petrukha, what brings you here?
  - Yes, Vova! - The former tsar behaved very familiarly. - I've wanted to talk to you for a long time.
  - About what? - Ilyich was surprised.
  - You are preparing a coup, forming troops, and you have reduced my role to a purely nominal one.
  - And the conclusion?
  - I am the Tsar of Great Rus', and the most correct thing is to restore the monarchy in the empire. This is better than abstract advice.
  - And who is the king?
  - The great Romanov! That's who!
  - I see! - Lenin made a face. - And what role do I have?
  Peter hesitated. He wanted to tell Lenin to go to hell, but that would be foolish.
  On the other hand, he was so tired of this bald, puny guy.
  - I can give you the title of count! - The former tsar's eyes flashed.
  - That's all! Or maybe you'll carry out the coup yourself. - Ilyich asked.
  - No, you, the echidna, hold all the strings.
  - You are a boor, sir, - said Leon. - Apologize to Lenin.
  - And what kind of snot is this! - Peter got angry.
  But Leon was not embarrassed:
  - A free man!
  - Poor boy! I'll kill you! - Peter took a step to hit the boy, but he tripped him, knocking the Tsar off his feet. Romanov got furious, swung his blade, but Leon shot him in the arm, which hung limply like a whip.
  - Scoundrel! Little brat! - Peter yelled.
  Lenin smiled:
  - You see, Tsar. All your titles are in the past. Now it's my time! Or do you want to assert your rights?
  Peter realized that he could very well become a dead man. Lenin himself hesitated whether to sew up his former friend, who had become a dangerous competitor. The temptation was great, but a problem could arise. The murdered Peter would return to the space that they, Lenin, Elfiada, Alfmir, Alexander, and Julieta, had left behind while in their superbodies. If Alfmir and Elfiada discovered that Lenin had murdered his partner, then they could, at the very least, interrupt his revolutionary impulse. But what if they punished him more harshly: sent him to hell! They could create such a hell - it would be a real pain! Inventive bastards, they would come up with such tortures...
  - So, Peter, now you have a choice: acknowledge me as your leader, and I will find you a worthy place in the empire. Or I will have to pull out the piercing nail in my boot.
  The king estimated the balance of power and decided:
  - I agree to recognize you as the leader!
  - Then swear allegiance to me! - Lenin said decisively.
  Peter hesitated: the oath was serious, and the main thing was to whom it was sworn. To a low-born nobleman, a rebel, a man without honor or conscience. Besides, how many descendants of his glorious Romanov family had died because of this bastard. And how could he be friends with him? The murderer of the holy Tsar Nicholas, Mikhail, Alexei and many others. Consider that he had cut off their branch, taking away their legitimate power! On the other hand: there was no reason to die either. Well, whatever, he would finish off this bastard later!
  - I swear! - Peter answered. - But on what? Maybe on the Bible?
  Lenin grinned:
  - There is no word of honor enough!
  - That's all! Do you believe me? - The Tsar looked at him with distrust.
  - No, of course not, but where would you go? Besides, we'll cure your hand. - Lenin showed Peter his new weapon. - This is a powerful thing and will be able to protect me.
  - A gun?
  - Darkness is a high concentration laser. - Lenin turned his face.
  - What if it gets kidnapped and used by the enemy?
  - He won't succeed, there is a special code for my hands, no, it's reliable! - Lenin said.
  - Okay, maybe you can take me hunting?
  - Just no tricks, Leon will be watching you all the time!
  - This wolf cub! - the Tsar snapped. Catching Lenin's glance, he immediately corrected himself. - Well, fine, let him watch.
  - That's it! It's sheer stupidity not to listen to me! - Lenin headed into the thicket.
  Around the hunters there was a jungle, vines were twisting, giant ferns with blue and orange leaves covered the sky. In general it was good, only a little stuffy, insects were flying, butterflies were fluttering. The world reminded of antediluvian times, there were mushrooms as big as a small house, some on thin legs and colorful like fly agarics. It looked beautiful.
  "This is a protected forest," Lenin explained. "There are many different species of life here that are unknown to you."
  A creature from a horror movie flew over them, a mixture of a lizard and a vulture with a crocodile head. Lenin caught it with a laser beam and cut it like a knife through blotting paper. The beast only had time to howl and fell down like a stone.
  - How simple! It's not even interesting! I'd rather try with a gun.
  - It's possible! - said Lufiro. - I'll back you up.
  Here they came out into a clearing, where a small herd of animals was grazing. They looked like eight-legged rhinoceroses, in a shell and with five horns on their muzzles. Outwardly threatening, however, the animals were only nibbling on the tall, thick grass.
  Lenin took the largest one, the size of a good elephant, under his sights. This required accuracy, if not a shot, then in the eye. Lenin was an avid hunter and was proud of his sniper accuracy. But he had never had such a game before.
  A shot rang out, but it had to happen that at that very moment the animal turned its head and the bullet hit the armored skull. However, being a feather with a uranium core, it deeply tore the bone, causing terrible pain.
  The unique roar of a wounded elephant, a bear, and the croak of a raven were heard. The animals rushed to run and only one injured leader rushed towards Lenin, ready to take revenge on the enemy. Vladimir Ilyich did not lose his head, fired, this time right in the eye, and jumped to the side. The bullet pierced the brain, getting stuck in the pulp. The animal ran on by inertia and fell with a crash.
  - Yes, the enemy has been defeated, so beautiful! - Lenin laughed.
  The legs twitched and froze, it was clear that this was a noble catch.
  Several pumped-up guards followed them, and they began to cut up the carcass. Leon kicked it, smeared his foot with blood, and left a barefoot imprint in the grass. The boy was having fun, and began to draw on a huge plantain leaf. And he was doing quite well.
  - You're Leonardo Davinci! - Ilyich answered. - You can sell art for money.
  - Yes, it's original, barefoot on a huge plantain with the blood of a bullosaur! - said Lufiro.
  - Maybe we'll sell it and then buy weapons. - The boy answered. Leon drew for another five minutes, then carefully cut out the artwork from the sheet of paper with a dagger.
  Then the boy followed them. Lenin glanced sideways, gave a signal, and two bodyguards took aim at Peter. You never know what might come into the capricious monarch's head.
  - That's it, don't let your guard down.
  Peter Romanov was offended:
  - I am not a suicide, what to shoot at the leader surrounded by such guards. My proposal is I will give the royal word that I will not kill anyone, and you will remove me from the sights.
  Lenin winced:
  - Tsars are masters of their word, I gave it, I took it back.
  - Is it known in history that Peter the Great ever took back his word?
  - No, there are exceptions to every rule. Although, okay, I'll take the risk, especially since in the event of my death, Alfmir will skin you alive.
  - Alfmir! - Peter pronounced this name with trepidation, as if he had come across a lion unarmed.
  - I hope this is sufficient authority even for the Tsar. - Lenin clicked his gun.
  - Now let's continue the hunt.
  The trek through the jungle was interesting, only once Leon climbed into thorns, pricking his legs. To his credit, the boy did not scream, although the needles were very sharp and even sprayed acid. Then they approached a hill and began to climb up. The guide, Colonel Melosa, warned:
  - Carnivorous tyrannosaurs like to add this type of vegetation to their diet.
  - I watched a film about them, they are very tenacious bastards.
  - Yes! - said the guide. - Not every tank can be stopped!
  - And I could! - said Lenin and showed the laser machine gun. - This is power.
  A roar and the crunch of broken trees were heard in the distance. Leon perked up and ran towards them, ignoring the pain:
  - Dinosaurs! - the boy shouted.
  - Be careful, if it's a female, she'll attack you and eat you.
  - Female! - Lenin's eyes lit up.
  - In these individuals, she is larger than the male and much more aggressive. Especially if she has cubs.
  In confirmation of his words, an animal similar to a year-old calf standing on two legs ran out to meet him, breaking through the bushes. The baby tyrannosaurus looked quite harmless, its muzzle was round, its teeth were even, already quite sharp.
  Leon took a step forward and beckoned the animal with his hand.
  - Don't kill him! - said the boy.
  - We had no idea! - Lenin answered.
  The child fighter walked towards the monster and when the dinosaur got closer he put his hand on the smooth skin and stroked it.
  - My good one! I'm taking you with me! - Leon sang.
  Lufiro noted:
  - It's too big and could be dangerous. After all, the Tyrannosaurus is the most aggressive of the dinosaurs.
  - An animal, like a person, loves affection, - the boy answered. - I was an orphan, and no one petted or caressed me. So you love the dinosaur.
  - An interesting picture: the boy-terminator found himself a friend. - Lenin noted.
  They hadn't had time to enjoy the idyll when a wild cry and howl caused a commotion. A huge female, almost fifteen meters tall, broke a palm tree and rushed at the people. Lenin instantly tore the laser machine gun off his shoulder. The monster burst into flames, setting the upper branches on fire. The leader grunted:
  - Arch-filthy creature! - He pressed the button, an invisible beam flew out, chopping branches, sawing trees, slashed, and in one fell swoop cut off her head. She fell into the bushes, her eyes continued to burn and twitch for another minute.
  - The bitch has been caught, the execution has been carried out! - said Lenin.
  Peter noted:
  - Masterful work, such a beast is capable of tearing apart a herd of elephants.
  - One lion is stronger than a flock of sheep. - In general, man is the strongest of all thanks to his mind.
  - What have you done! - The boy's eyes became wet. - It was his mother, and now the baby is an orphan.
  - So what does it matter to me? God willing, I'll take care of people, and the dinosaurs will somehow survive.
  - Tyrannosaurs are very prolific, they have to be shot from helicopters using poisons, - the guide noted.
  - You see, we only contributed to the restoration of the ecological balance. Let's finish off this little monster too, so that it doesn't suffer. - Ilyich suggested.
  - No, you'd better kill me! - the boy shouted.
  - Not a bad idea! - Peter supported, jokingly.
  - Don't be silly, this boy is like a son to me! - Lenin shook his head. - Let's continue hunting, I've just gotten into the swing of things.
  - And the dinosaur?
  - You can take him with you, - said Ilyich. - Just don't let him make any noise.
  - Of course.
  - Now follow me!
  It seemed that there could be anything more interesting than hunting dinosaurs, such sizes, tension, prey that you don't know what to do with, although the meat is not bad, only the tyrannosaurs' is too tough. But the pleasure lies precisely in the danger and difficulty. And what's difficult is cutting a monster with a laser. This is no longer a hunt, but a slaughter. Lenin, a giant of thought and the father of Russian Bolshevism, was overcome with excitement. But Leon and Lufiro were disgusted, having spilled a lot of blood, the boy and the young woman became too sentimental. Two girls with a laptop followed them. So far, everything was calm.
  Lenin, with the methodicalness of a professional killer, killed a dozen. Then he smugly bared his large teeth.
  - My evil blow, a priceless gift! A smashing sword in my hands, and I sow nightmare around, inspiring wild, herd fear! - To strike monsters that are so stupid and aggressive that they do not run away, but themselves stick, breaking branches, cutting trunks - one pleasure.
  - I am Lenin - the light and reason of generations!
  The conductor noted:
  - You have exhausted your license, you can't kill any more tyrannosaurs.
  - Why is that?
  - Because there are many rich people and they want it too! You should have seen how they hunt, some in tanks, others in helicopters. And one monster was caught in a metal net. It exploded and roared. The oligarch took it to his personal zoo for a big bribe.
  - This is interesting, I need to get one too. I already have the first one! Together with the tamer. - Lenin pointed at Leon playing with the animal.
  - Now do you want to renew your license for an additional fee, or are you stopping the dino safari?
  - I think I'll change my weapon, cutting these monsters isn't that interesting, - Ilyich answered.
  - It's your right, but first renew your license.
  - So what? Will anyone see?
  - Quite likely! Helicopters are flying through the sky, filming from a great height.
  - Well, it doesn't scare me!
  Lufiro noted:
  - We don"t need another scandal, maybe pay up or stop hunting.
  Lenin thought that it really wasn"t worth exposing himself prematurely.
  - Okay, I've decided, I'm changing the weapon: laser for flamethrower. And other payment upon destruction.
  - Okay, that's possible, - the guide agreed.
  The flamethrower was bulky and had to be carried along with the container by two powerful bodyguards.
  Lenin controlled the weapon with the joystick. They walked a little, and then another monster ran out to meet them. It looked like a diplodocus, only its neck was shorter and its head was bigger, with a terrible jaw. A volley from a flamethrower, a hot stream of flame threw the animal into a state of confusion. The fire licked it, then got into its eyes. The beast howled like a thousand pipes and rushed to run, breaking trees three times its girth.
  - This carcass weighs about a hundred tons! - said Ilyich.
  "It's one of the biggest dinosaurs," the guide replied. "It costs one and a half million dollars to kill."
  - A bit expensive! But I can afford it, but where to put the corpse! - Lenin said, squinting.
  With a flamethrower, the hunt became bloodless, but even more fun, the dinosaurs ran away, they were chased. Such fun could have been long, but two programmer girls approached Ilyich.
  - Vladimir, there is urgent information, eating through the werewolf virus acting as a spy.
  - If so, I'll listen. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to rest a little! - Lenin said.
  The leader of the world proletariat sat down and put on his headphones. Indeed, very important negotiations were taking place. One of the voices belonged to the president, the other to the minister of defense.
  - Listen to me carefully, Sid Vigess. - The head of state was speaking. - Are things critical at the front?
  - As always, Colin Powell, mixed success, no victory, no disaster.
  - It's an unstable situation, the worst thing. You know, I recently got married.
  - Yes, your wife is a real movie star who is capable of adding votes to your vote in the elections.
  - Not me, according to our stupid constitution the president cannot rule for more than two terms in a row. This is a great weakness.
  - I agree with that. There is no stability, if your vice-president Bill comes to power, then it's okay, but recently a rare populist Monica Fisher appeared. This female computer collects full stadiums and has the highest rating.
  - I know, but what can you do with her? - Sid said.
  - My wife tells me, I don"t want to be an unstable first lady for one hour.
  - What does she want?
  - Become a queen!
  - That's all! It's so simple!
  - And why not! Just think what power can be acquired by entrusting the imperial regalia. I thought so too, only a strong power in the person of the emperor is capable of winning the war. Especially since our enemies also have a bourgeois republic and this is their weakness.
  - That's right, Mr. President, think about how much officials and oligarchs steal. And most importantly, try to restore order, as soon as there's a squeal - human rights are being violated, private property is being encroached upon.
  - I know that, Mr. President, even positions in the army are paid extra, each chair costs a lot of money. The rich climb into the generals, but they themselves do not know how to lead.
  - Exactly! Well, you understand. Now you understand that you can't live like this. We need a tougher form of government than democracy.
  - I understand that, Mr. President, but there is no light at the end of the tunnel.
  - No, I'm not. According to the constitution, I'm the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, and you're not the last person among the generals either.
  - And what exactly do you propose?
  - Carry out a military coup, dissolve the Senate and Congress, and introduce an imperial form of government.
  - Which looks quite tempting, but here's the catch, many generals are connected with oligarchs and the mafia. So it's not clear who the army will follow.
  - Remove them and appoint loyal people.
  - Where can I get them? It's too difficult to do. And finding an honest general is like catching a crow in a dark room.
  - And if we find officers who are honest and loyal. After all, not the entire army has sold out.
  - And that's true, among those who have smelled gunpowder, bribery is not held in high esteem, war changes its character, but there are also problems. You start making changes, they will notice, and then the mafia will remove you.
  - Really? Then it's risky! But I had an idea.
  - Speak!
  - Tomorrow is the funeral of the leaders of the powerful criminal group Four Aces. So that's what I think. When the leaders were killed, there was a whole battle in the underground city - thousands of corpses. This means that a third force has appeared, which is crushing the mafia.
  - I know, something similar to the movie "Hyperman" was happening there. A real fairy tale, a mix of fantasy and horror.
  - So here is my marshal. Whoever struck them then will most likely repeat them at the funeral. And then there will be thousands more corpses, a perfect excuse to cancel the elections and carry out a military coup.
  - Especially if they kill Bee, - said the minister. - She is the main source of all evil, holds in her hands thousands of threads that envelop the entire country.
  - I know that! During the assassination attempt, she was apparently killed, but then another woman appeared who called herself Bee. So they arranged a new coronation for her, allowing her to rule without restrictions. - The president noted.
  The minister immediately began to speak a little more quietly.
  - Are you sure your channel isn't being tapped?
  - It is electronic, contains a multi-level cipher, even if we assume the incredible thing that it was intercepted, then in this case he will only hear wheezing and squeaking.
  - Okay, now everything is clear to me. The bee may survive again or a double will be present at the funeral instead of her.
  - This is not excluded.
  - So we need a new killer to finish her off.
  - Do we have people in her circle?
  - Yes, there are some people present, but here's the problem, the Minister of Internal Affairs has been living on the mafia's payroll for a long time.
  - And like the Gestapo.
  - Well, in this department it's a little better, but here's another snag, one key witness, I don't remember her name exactly, but they say she's a damn attractive woman, was kidnapped and Lefortovo. And this is the most guarded prison in the country.
  - Wow! Was there an assault?
  - No, the enemy entered there secretly, although some of the executioners were killed.
  - Really? Horrible! Even prisons like these are no obstacle.
  - Unfortunately, I don"t know the details, but there are rumors that the escape was arranged by a boy.
  - This is nonsense, no boy can do this.
  - It"s possible, but that"s exactly the version that appeared.
  - Nonsense, we'll have to do another purge.
  - This is really necessary, there is a reason, but I would advise removing the Minister of Internal Affairs. Otherwise, he will give us up.
  - And the head of the Gestapo?
  - He is a neutral figure, although he also took bribes, and not small ones. However, he will approve of the idea of establishing order.
  - So, we won"t touch him for now.
  - That's exactly it for now. Now there is another proposal, what to do with Lenin.
  - With this fox. I don't know, but he managed to render a huge service to our military-industrial complex, in particular, to restore factories in the richest territory, to establish the production of the newest types of weapons.
  - Or more precisely?
  - He is an outstanding man, very intelligent, he can be awarded the Order of the Diamond Star.
  - You like him!
  - Yes, Mr. President, if all capitalists were like this, the war would have ended victoriously long ago!
  - I don't! Firstly, I don't know who he is. Secondly, he got rich too quickly.
  - Well, he's not the first. We've quickly amassed multi-billion dollar fortunes here.
  - Still too fast. And that's not the main thing. There is information that it was he who ordered the destruction of the criminal elite.
  - And you did the right thing, it was high time!
  - And if later he finishes us off in the same way.
  - And has this been proven? That it was Lenin who killed the mafiosi.
  - Not one hundred percent, but partially yes! There is operational information, our agent reported, and a mafia spy confirmed that horns are growing from there.
  - Maybe he knows the identities of the killers?
  - That's the point, no, the information he conveyed is generally implausible.
  - What exactly?
  - It's like some little girl is making super monsters!
  - This is nonsense, this can"t happen!
  - I think so too. But in general, Lenin needs to be dealt with seriously. Maybe even arrested.
  - No need! We'll do more harm than good. Better let him fight the mafia and win. The fool shakes the apples, and we pick them up!
  - Yes, and that is true, let the new oligarch and the mafioso finish each other off.
  Something started blinking on the computer and a slight noise was heard.
  "What is this?" Lenin asked.
  - Viruses paralyze the action of guard programs.
  - Really? That's reasonable, we've heard almost everything we need to. Except for the spy's name. And how such a scorpion managed to infiltrate our ranks.
  Meanwhile, the rustling and grinding died down and voices were heard again.
  - What about creating an atomic bomb?
  - We are actively working here, Colin Powell. But the planet's physiology and its geomagnetic fields are failing. It is difficult to carry out a nuclear reaction, a wave hits a radioactive element and the critical mass increases to the maximum.
  - That's bad, but have you tried producing Plutonium?
  - We tried, but it doesn"t help either, he is also susceptible to influence.
  - It's a pity with such weapons, especially if it were possible to create a thermonuclear one, it would be possible to destroy the enemy. After all, one hydrogen bomb is a hundred millionth of a ton of TNT equivalent. Plus radiation, which destroys all living things, there is no chance of survival.
  - I have a suggestion: what if we turn to Lenin for a solution to this problem?
  - To Lenin? That intriguer?
  - He has a great team of scientists, and he himself is a genius. This leader can easily create something previously unknown. I count on his insight and intuition.
  - And if he refuses?
  - We will promise him something that he will not be able to refuse, no matter how much he wants to. Money, competitors' property, positions!
  - What can we risk? Lenin is not a pillar of the universe, we will outplay him and then liquidate him.
  - That is, when he brings us unlimited power on a silver platter, we will liquidate him!
  - Yes, that's exactly it! You see how cunning I am.
  - To be honest, I have not noticed such talents in you before, in the sphere of vile war. And I have suspicions that these are not your thoughts.
  - Do you think I'm a fool?
  - No, your Excellency, but it was not for nothing that your wife was nicknamed "White Cobra".
  The President laughed:
  - Well, yes, that's a little! But I will win and become emperor, and she will remain my wife. And who is more important, the king or the queen.
  - And I will become an arch-cardinal!
  - Just like in ancient times!
  - And a duke to boot.
  - It's an honor to be my right hand, otherwise in a couple of months they'll fire you anyway, well, maybe they'll give you a secondary position at headquarters, but is that what you want?
  - And, having won the war, what will we do?
  - We'll finish off the neutral countries.
  - They are small fry, there are not many of them and they are weak.
  - Then there will be space expansion. We will conquer other worlds, bringing the light of the empire of the universe.
  - With our weak ships we won't achieve much.
  - Scientists will develop new ones! After all, progress cannot be stopped, it is stormy and developing rapidly, it is only the war that hinders it.
  - I wouldn't say so. Rather, it's the oligarchy that's getting in the way, they're harming each other, they're not sharing secrets, they're poisoning scientists, buying them out, in short, it's complete chaos. It's time to rein in the oligarchy.
  - They are right about that! - Lenin confirmed.
  - We'll discuss the details a little later when we meet in the office, but now one question: should we show up for the funeral of the leaders?
  - No way. I'm not suicidal, let Lenin or someone else deal with them. To put on the imperial crown, you need to save your head.
  The connection was broken, the conversation between the two high-ranking officials of the empire ended. Lenin put down his laptop and said:
  - Continue to monitor all the words and actions of the highest officials of the state. Do not give the enemy the slightest chance - forewarned is forearmed.
  Meanwhile, the boy Leon was combing Lufiro's hair:
  - I hope they make me an adult again soon. I'm tired of being a child.
  - I would also prefer to see you as a big man.
  - In the meantime, listen, I composed something for you. After all, age is not important for poetry!
  The wind will disperse the gray fog
  The sun will split the fortress of evil clouds!
  The blood-soaked mound groans
  The swearing is illuminated by a pink ray!
  My dear one is crying, her brow is in sorrow
  Fingers weave a crown mechanically
  If we are together, it will become light
  Our suffering will come to an end
  The light has illuminated our homeland
  They fought together - dead, alive!
  God give us - rage, strength
  We will win and protect our native land!
  I believe that the brothers will return from the war.
  Even though it cost us dearly!
  After all, before God we are all equal
  The homeland will become a free country!
  - You are amazing my boy! - said Lufiro, flicking Leon on the nose.
  . CHAPTER #20.
  Pavel Ivanovich woke up and drank again - this time coconut moonshine. And again he had the same vision.
  The army was gradually becoming saturated with the drug. Some soldiers' eyes were popping out, others were feeling sick. But overall the army was invigorated, the soldiers and officers felt like heroes. Several people even waved their arms, trying to fly, others were tumbling.
  - Don't get too carried away! - said the vizier. - Give the slaves something to drink too. We'll lead them first into the assault.
  The fate of slaves is evil, they got all the risks, and the vizier got all the glory. At that moment, Fetra realized how much he missed Watta. Such a woman is a soldier's dream, if you are wounded, she is able to carry you on her shoulders for days. And her muscles, large as a unicorn's, you love her, but it seems that you are rushing into battle on a dashing steed. The vizier himself is a coward, and adored war only in his dreams, preferring to avoid risk. And he also wanted to have children from him, first of all a son, what a hero he will be. The commander did not like his body, it is far from divine standards, so maybe at least the descendants will be mighty.
  Despite the losses, the army is large; here you can see the menacing rat-mammoths, what remains of the crippled snails, and the especially scary brontosauruses.
  You can see how the soldiers get excited, start jumping, the slaves, especially the teenagers, have fun, play, throw sand. There is enough energy, it's overflowing.
  - Increase the shelling of the fortress! - the vizier ordered. - Don't give them a break, let them be under constant pressure.
  The geronns, who had taken refuge in the old redoubts, waving smoke torches, began to run to the new fortifications. They tried to move in a scattering manner to reduce losses. The slaves were already rushing after them, dragging bags with poisoned arrows, crossbow bolts, and dragging small catapults on wheels. At the same time, a whole ocean of hydrogen and methane bubbles was inflated from the side of the vizier's army. They were supposed to bring down a shower of needles on the defenders of the fortress.
  The fortress was shooting, not particularly intensively, trying not to waste all its ammunition on the slaves. And in the dead sector only the "accordions" were working, and even then selectively. At the same time, tightly shackled knights were scurrying about. They also tried to shoot.
  At that moment there was a hissing sound, and the large crossbows with rocket-propelled arrows went off. Sharply sharpened bolts were thrown out with terrible force, piercing through the skillfully crafted armor. Only those soldiers, including Baron Bock, who had dwarven or enchanted armor, could withstand the blows, they were only concussed from the concussion.
  The close combat was gradually won by the Geronnes, their shots forced the fighters to hide behind the battlements.
  - What bastards! - said the vizier, hiding in an armored carriage. - Kill them, use fire.
  Luforo approached him, wearing several amulets.
  - Now I'll take off and rise to meet him. We'll need to engage in battle with the fortress sorcerer and if not defeat him, then at least distract him from our troops.
  - You're finally awake, I thought you'd be useless. Sure, attack him! Maybe even hit the walls with a pulsar, destroying them?
  - No, I can't do it.
  - It's a pity, I had a higher opinion of you. Well, no matter, the power is behind us.
  The sorcerer whistled, a shadow appeared in the distance and an animal with six wings and three heads began to approach. It could be taken for a not very large dragon, only the heads were goat-like with a disproportionately large mouth.
  - I'll fly on it!
  - The Faracids will help you, they will bomb the enemy from the air.
  - I hope so! Only the missiles, what other surprise has the enemy prepared.
  - I don't care if the fortress is taken! I give the signal to storm! - the vizier shouted.
  Giant horns sounded, and their sound seemed to shake the earth.
  On the slopes of the hills, the regiments were lined up in battle formation, bristling with weapons. Vilfabaks and Kutzaps moved in front. Then there were the mercenaries, conscripts, and the surviving slaves were lined up in front of them. Everyone understood that there was a difficult test ahead - they would have to climb the walls. And if the most agile and trained fighters could climb a rope, then for the majority of especially bulky Vilfabaks, double crossbows were caught, with resin mixed with acid and a hook. Devices that were supposed to firmly secure the folding ladders along which the warriors would climb. This invention was specially prepared for very high walls. The resin, entering into a reaction, heated up, and firmly clung to the smoothest surface. Now the army was in full gear, the drummers beat out a roll. Everyone was impatiently waiting for the signal - to move from the place.
  The vizier watched the slaves; the dwarves, fearing retribution, had made him a more advanced observation device, one could look with both eyes at once and see an enlarged image of several places at once. He watched the slaves, who, in short dashes, continued to break through to the redoubts. The armored turtles formed small islands of safety, where the slaves could catch their breath in order to drag the load with weapons and charges for the catapults further.
  More and more often, combustible bombs exploded, heating up the surface of the turtles. Gerons hit at an angle, gifts flew into the fortress.
  The artillery preparation arranged by the order of the vizier was very intense, they were hitting with all their might. The Faracids threw bombs and gases from a very high altitude. At the same time they tried to poison with poisons, throwing toxic minerals. Some of them exploded on impact, knocking the fighters off their feet.
  The fire was supposed to engulf the entire fortress, but this time the amount of fire-able material was kept to a minimum. In addition, servants, apprentices, boys and girls with buckets were bustling about. Water had been stored in advance, especially since wells had been drilled, and the location had been chosen quite well. There was still quite a lot of smoke, and the arrows had killed several boys and one girl. She screamed terribly as she died in agony. Overall, it looked threatening, and Luforo had already flown high, hovering over the walls. Emboldened, he even struck with a fiery arrow, hitting one of the defenders.
  - Now it's time! Let the thunder strike! - shouted the vizier.
  The drums began to beat, and a dozen columns lined up in cells in maniples rushed forward. They raised their shields to protect themselves from sharp metal fragments, crushed stones, but of course this was no protection from fire bombs and heavy boulders. The Wilfabaks, however, snorted and carried such powerful covers that they could easily hold even "accordions", but not everyone could hide behind them. And naked slaves, armed only with darts, or even completely unarmed, were driven forward.
  The troops moved at first, the distance helped without any problems. In particular, a friendly singing was heard at six hundred meters. Ballistas did not take a distance of more than five hundred meters, and other types of weapons hit even worse.
  As the armada approached, the springs tightened, the masts creaked. Everyone was just waiting for the signal.
  - Launch the balloons! - the vizier commanded. - Let them cover the enemy.
  A large number of bubbles flew towards the fortress, Luforo sprayed the grass and the gas charges were assisted by the wind.
  - It won't be long before we blow these catapults to hell! - Fetra gloated.
  The troops had already reached the kill zone, and from the direction of the fortress came the grinding sound of masts hitting their supports. Heavy boulders flew towards the cohorts bristling with steel.
  From a great distance, the charges missed, only one hit the center, killing a dozen soldiers. A couple of minutes later, a second volley followed, this time a little more accurately, right to the squares. Only the fact that the soldiers managed to jump back reduced the number of victims. A barrel of oil exploded, dozens of soldiers caught fire, they rushed around, destroying the formation.
  - What am I beautiful! - Said the vizier. Finish them off, don't slow down. The faster we get there, the fewer casualties there will be.
  While the ballistas were loading, the well-trained troops rushed to flee, scattering the formation. They were hacked at again, finding victims, however, for now the fact that a large stone is easier to notice saved them. But when the soldiers approached, smaller catapults hit them. The formation closed again, incendiary charges fell on the fighters. The drums began to beat much more desperately. Most of the striking power did not yet reach the fighters, so the fiery river spread out in front of them, burning garbage and settling the slaves. The fighter armed with a dart also dipped his bare feet into the fire, but quickly jumped out and managed to avoid serious burns.
  There wasn't much rubbish, though there were some boards lying around, and before the fire died down, the soldiers rushed through the flames. Some were seriously burned, and the movement of the formation slowed down a little.
  The thousand-men gave orders:
  - Reform, Wilfabaki, move forward!
  The soldiers advanced without feeling pain, the smoke and soot worsened visibility, which most likely played into the attackers' hands, many of them lit smoke torches hiding them behind their belts. This forced them to hit ballistas and catapults, to hit blindly, which meant that the losses were lower.
  When the troops approached, metal fragments rained down on them, which was dangerous, glass mixed with poison also hit them, especially dangerous for the face. And the poor slave boys were in a tough situation, no protection, having used them, they decided, apparently, to kill them with the hands of the enemy.
  Ten tentacles were approaching and then the "accordions" came into play, they caused much more damage, even the stripes did not help.
  The troops, under the command of experienced commanders, sometimes consolidated, sometimes, on the contrary, dispersed, often acting instinctively or guided by whistles and even vibrations of the air. The accordions, however, swatted the attackers like flies.
  The ballistas fired again, using whole clouds of poisonous sharpened metal. The losses became even greater, especially since the distance became shorter. However, the dope played its role, no one even thought of stopping, even the wounded rose and rushed into battle. Some stumbled over corpses, fell and were trampled. At this moment, gas bubbles began to burst, hitting the enemy, in order to shoot them down, it was necessary to deploy most of the "accordions", the fire weakened and now the troops were able to move almost unhindered. The drummers also did not slow down, it seemed that now nothing could stop the avalanche.
  The jackals came into action, small incendiary bombs rushed into the thicket. They hit too thickly, even hitting the shield, they burned the fighters. Several vilfabaks engulfed in flames turned back, they were immediately stabbed. And one of the kuzzaps, engulfed in flames, began to chop up his own. However, most of the fighters were not embarrassed, continued the attack, but they got worse.
  A strong wind blew from the fortress and the hydrogen-filled balloons began to explode above their heads. At the same time, the accordions began to work, the attackers were felled by the hundreds, the ranks became mixed. The vizier screamed hysterically:
  - Run forward faster! Throw down your shields!
  However, the experienced commanders themselves understood that their salvation lay in speed. Meanwhile, Luforo cast spells, and a counter-air flow arose, pressing the balls to the fortress:
  "I won't give you a break!" he shouted.
  The struggle between the two elements began, and the bubbles began to burst high in the air, showering both sides with deadly hail. Some needles spun wildly in the air, tearing bodies apart.
  The armada continued to approach, the troops approached the ditch, which was already filled in. Several monsters jumped out to meet them, and were studded with arrows. The creatures jumped on the soldiers, they were convulsing, not wanting to die. The Kuzzapi, who reached the ditch first, fired from their crossbows with hooks, greased with sticky resin, like anchors they dug into the towers and the agile bastards crawled up them. Fast with tails, they looked like monkeys from afar, here is the first of them stuck a flag into the tooth of the wall.
  The vizier rubbed his hands, he was hot, and he drained the glass in one go!
  - The enemy is vulnerable, his armor is cracked! And I'll give this kuttsap a purse of gold. Find out the name of the hero!
  - Yes, my Lord, this is a feat! - said Ustup Pasha. - To break through such a high wall under such destructive fire. The Kutsaps are truly a guard.
  - They are freaks, but useful for war.
  The Geronni increased their fire to the utmost, they did not aim, but simply sent clouds of arrows in an arc, they left burning tails behind them, some of the catapults and ballistas caught fire, and the crew received bruises and wounds.
  - So don't skimp on arrows, we have enough of them in stock.
  On the wall one could see how a bomb that had crashed right into the ballista mechanism burst into flames, the flames quickly engulfed the vehicle, setting the gunner on fire at the same time, and he flew madly from the tier.
  It was not possible to bring everyone down on the fortress at once, so the vizier ordered:
  - Infantry, open fire with crossbows and bows, help the Geronnes!
  - They are not so skilled! - Oscar Pasha noted.
  - But they will create additional mass, especially if they fire arrows.
  Let them hit harder!
  Additional thousands of bows, gave birth to a terrible fire shower. Everything that could burn, burned. Supplies of combustible bombs, boards, and other junk began to explode. The stone buildings of the fortress held, but the defenders were getting more and more difficult. Warriors in armor were literally pouring with sweat, perhaps many of them had already collapsed, but the day before they had also been given a strong potion that increased stamina.
  Baron Bock commanded:
  - Where is that guy with no name but a mask? Maybe he can stop the impulse.
  - There he is already rising, - said Colonel Peshka.
  - And he's slowing down.
  Indeed, a ghost-like figure appeared above the positions. A masked man on a two-headed tiger rose up. He was surrounded by a halo, a slight glow. Luforo attacked him almost immediately, sending a wave of several lightning bolts. The sorcerer deflected them with a movement of his hands, causing them to crash into the vizier's troop positions. The wounded soldiers flew up, screaming. Luforo cursed:
  - And where the hell did this guy get such protection?
  He obviously heard:
  - You will never know the pot of evil.
  - I will set the most hellish forces on you!
  
  - You'll tear your belly button!
  A serious fight between the magicians began. First they exchanged pulsars, then lightning again, then they started throwing squares, triangles, fire logs and huge arrows at each other.
  It looked scary and at the same time colorful, but most of the warriors were busy with their own business. The magicians neutralized each other while fighting and now everything was decided by swords, arrows and more serious weapons.
  So the majority of the army entered the dead sector right under the walls, ballistas and catapults fired only sporadically, and jackals and accordions were forced to shoot at a large angle, which exposed their gunners to many arrows. In these conditions, swings came into play, they dropped bombs down, falling behind the wall and burning many soldiers in a fiery whirlpool. This was very effective, as the fighters stood very tightly. From above, the swings were covered with iron flooring and were difficult to hit, but one of the arrows ricocheted and hit a swinging oil bomb. It exploded violently, as if a fiery scorpion had stung, the service personnel also got it, and the swings themselves caught fire, they barely had time to push them down. At the same time, with the help of mechanical devices, a vat of oil howled down, which was then set on fire. This further increased the number of casualties, but could not break the spirit of the Sultan's army.
  The kutzap who appeared first on the wall was killed almost immediately. Then the stickies fired from the crossbows pulled dozens of ladders, now many soldiers could climb at once. But then the mechanical pendulums that descended from the walls came into play. They cut the rope ladders and ropes, and the soldiers fell down screaming and smashed. However, the vizier's soldiers were ready for this type of very effective weapon. Steel spears from the stickies flew at the wall, they stuck tightly to the surface and jammed the pendulums. The sharp blades either broke immediately or slowed down, forcing them to slow down like a double-edged axe, controlled synchronously. Here, despite the colossal damage, the vilfabaks climbed up.
  Here an accordion shot almost point-blank at them, the monsters fell, and immediately others appeared, there were already hundreds of ladders. The Kuzzapi were especially furious, they quickly rushed forward and collided with the defenders, it even came to hand-to-hand combat.
  The battle became more and more fierce, the accordions required time to reload and another row of vilfabacks and experienced human warriors closed ranks.
  Now the battle was already on equal terms, the guardsmen skillfully wielded their swords, and the attackers' arrows rained down on both. Warriors fell, but others crawled to take their place.
  Eventually, the vizier's troops began to push the defenders out of the tiers, the numerical advantage played a role. In addition, the massive vilfabaks were strong when they walked shoulder to shoulder, their muscle mass was too large.
  Now they had taken control of almost the entire tier and were preparing to descend into the courtyard. A breakthrough to the gates could decide the fate of the impregnable fortress.
  A huge, real giant in impenetrable dwarven armor, and even covered with talismans, Baron Bock personally led the strongest knights to the assault. In addition, crossbowmen with arrows (enchanted, soaked in a potion made by a sorcerer without a name) moved behind. They were able to pierce even the thick armor of the Wilfabaks. Baron Bock, together with his companions and his mighty son Petrakh, took the enemies in "pincers", they struck with two-handed swords, winning in speed and military skill over the clumsy Wilfabaks. It was even easier to deal with people. The battle, however, dragged on, the knights began to run out of breath, but then reserves approached them, replacing the exhausted warriors. Only Bock knew no fatigue, he struck and struck, and from each of his blows, someone fell:
  - Know, friends, you will not be spared! Not a step back - stand to the death!
  - We will not disgrace our honor and glory - our baron! - they shouted.
  The scales were oscillating, but elsewhere the pendulums seemed to be mowing down the more successfully creeping ladders, which was helping the defenders for now. The swings were working too.
  The bombs they dropped sowed death and destruction, burning out the steel forest.
  At the site of the main breakthrough, seemingly innumerable crowds of enemies were advancing, mercenaries waving sabers and pikes tried to push the remaining knights away from the baron, knocking down the main enemy.
  Meanwhile, the servants pulled a thick leather tube with a steel end and a tap onto the upper tier. But gas was supplied to it. Here, Bok's fighters were a little late, prevented by heavy shelling and a shaft of flaming arrows. So they unrolled the tube and supplied gas under high pressure. The fire scorched the vilfabaks, the hot blue flame melted the armor, this helped the defenders a little, but the warriors rising from behind pressed - the steel avalanche moved slowly.
  The Wilfabaki tried to shift and transfer the blow to the left part of the tier, but here they were hindered by the protruding nails - the fighters pierced their legs, and the tip oozed poison.
  Nevertheless, the fighters wedged in here too, and the aggressive and fast Kutzaps were especially sneaky. They became so bold that they began jumping from tier to tier, bypassing the ladders. The first warriors fell into a cauldron of flaming oil, some crashed against the rocks. Several Wilfabaks who tried to imitate them also broke and crumpled. Then the Kutzaps changed tactics, grabbed the fighters by the arms and legs, swung them, and threw them to the other side.
  Not everyone managed to fly, but some, in particular the leader of the Kuzzapi, Serfir, were luckier. Having caught the platform with his claws, he climbed up the flooring and together with other fighters they slid down with a joyful howl, falling on the servants, among whom were many children. There were also carpenters and blacksmiths, near the wall a dead sector was formed, relatively safe for arrows falling in an arc, and therefore they were without armor, armed with whatever was available.
  The surfer wanted to kill, the fact that under his blows snotty boys and even girls fell did not bother this animal with the blood of a demon. At this moment a critical situation developed on other walls also formed bridgeheads, pendulums jammed, swings burned.
  The gates were poorly closed and the Kutsaps howled jubilantly, hoping to capture them. Then suddenly an accordion hidden behind a boulder struck the pack point-blank, killing and wounding at least three dozen of the boys. However, the rest, not embarrassed, ducked, slashing the servants with their sabres.
  They had already grappled with the guards when a girl in a red skirt and face flew out of the side compartment. Her body was sinewy, as if woven from wire, and her fiery red hair fluttered like a battle flag. In addition to her hands, in which she held thin swords, the girl also fought with her feet, blades were screwed to her boots, and a blow to the knee or groin ended in injury.
  Huge, dense assistants rushed after her, they chopped with axes, acting very deftly.
  Baron Bock noticed them and shouted:
  - Barbarossa, don't let them maneuver, push them against the wall.
  The fight behind the inner wall was intense, the girl seemed to have been scratched several times. Surfir was a particularly strong opponent:
  - What, slut, do you want to taste some dignity?
  He even managed to cut her chest with a deft lunge, exposing her nipples. Barbarossa was not embarrassed, but began to move even faster.
  - What are you stripping naked for, slut? Stand in front of me and serve me.
  Surfir deliberately wanted to irritate his strong rival in order to take advantage of her mistake and kill her. But Barbarossa, being a professional executioner, had studied the habits of scumbags and continued to hack with emphasized composure.
  However, her opponent was too fast and jumped too high, doing somersaults. Try to knock him down.
  Barbarossa tried to deceive and catch him several times, but each time the enemy was faster, moreover, he cut her chest, slashed her stomach, but as if playing, he avoided causing a serious wound.
  The victory was unexpected, a boy of about eight jumped up from behind and plunged a sharp dagger into Serfir's buttock. He immediately lost speed and fought off Barbarossa's attacks with difficulty. Then he began to vomit, the dagger, apparently, was poisoned and he fell to his knees.
  Barbarossa cut off his head. Having lost their leader, the rest of the Kuzzapi slowed down, grooms, mechanics and even children pounced on them, helping the executioners. As a rule, they were feared before, a torture cellar is not a sanatorium. Children were also often flogged, sometimes when there was free time and Barbarossa herself beat them, she really liked to cause pain and listen to screams. Now all this was forgotten, the fighters, regardless of age, dreamed only of surviving and fought shoulder to shoulder. Most of the Kuzzapi who broke through were destroyed, several survivors tried to escape by climbing the racks, but they were overtaken. And the executioners killed some by throwing an axe in the back. To be a torturer, you need strength, and the masters of executioner affairs proved themselves to be powerful warriors.
  Large detachments, attacking from different sides, gradually penetrated deeper, but the height of the walls and the special design prevented them from deploying at full force.
  The main reinforcements were approaching the place of the main attack, here the steadfast and tireless Baron Bock was fighting. The warriors were sliding on the dark and sticky blood, falling, being trampled, the burnt fighters were roaring. The wounded were lying in the ditch and behind the wall, both sides were helping to throw them off. The Wilfabaks were pressing.
  The pierced mercenaries, including those struck by their own arrows, groan, the smell of burnt meat and decomposition is intoxicating.
  The defenders fight easier in the smoke, they have special bandages, but the attackers groan and cough. They are pressed harder and harder, although even the iron knights' arms fall off from the strain. Then the front row retreats and the back row enters the battle.
  There is also a battle in the sky. What the sorcerers do not do. They dive madly, chop with the longest swords. They counterattack, throwing immeasurable clots of energy. The magical battle is no less terrible than the one that takes place on the surface of the Blessed.
  The magicians mobilize their forces, call in reserves, you can even see how the pink, purple, violet clouds have clashed with each other. They collide and tear each other apart. At the site of the collision, large balls of moisture are thrown out, they fall down and burn like acid, burning through armor, clothes, skin, body tissue, maiming and killing. Here the summoned spirits lined up in a row, then changing shape, turning their formation into a sickle, then lining up like a hammer, then like four-sided scissors. Closing and colliding, knocking out a multitude of sparks and ice fragments, they performed a wild dance of witches. The vizier yelled:
  - Hey, you Luforo, get going quickly! It's time to help our guys on the walls!
  At that moment, the youngest son of the Bok, still a boy named Chaim, in light armor, not particularly strong, but cautious beyond his years, preferring to shoot stealthily from a crossbow, which he did with great skill. So he ordered a barrel with a lit fuse and resin smeared on the sides to be raised on ropes. In addition to the usual oil, phosphorus and sulfur, it contained rupture-grass, along with a magic potion that increased the power of the explosion.
  - Dad, be careful! - The son shouted into a makeshift megaphone and was heard despite the terrible noise. Baron Bock and the knights retreated, two of them were so exhausted that they had to be dragged with a hook, those who were killed remained lying.
  - We are ready, son! - Baron Bock could shout louder than a rat-mammoth could roar.
  Quality is valuable in war.
  The barrel was pushed off the hill, it rolled and crashed into the tightly standing ranks of fighters consisting of from vilfabaks to the few remaining kuzzaps and the best war veterans - like a bang! It seemed that a volcano erupted right on the wall, the explosion and flames scattered across the entire tier, the concussion even bent the ladders forged from hardened iron. The wave of fire burned hundreds of fighters at once, including the bravest and most well-trained. How they roared and writhed, cursed the gods or, on the contrary, asked them for forgiveness. True, it lasted only a few seconds, the satanic fire burns quickly, leaving not even skeletons, the steel was ablaze from the monstrous temperature. Numerous ladders and ropes fell, numerous reinforcements rushing to help fell down.
  - There are distances at the cape! - the baron shouted. - What a clever fellow, he used a powerful weapon in time.
  - It was supposed to be used for rockets, but they managed to make stages, so they used it here. I think we need to cover other places so that the enemy doesn't break through.
  - Of course! - The Baron, together with a detachment of knights, rushed to the place of the breakthrough.
  Here, however, the local thousander together with Colonel Peshka turned out to be no slouch, they poured oil under the feet of the attackers and set it on fire. That dance began. However, not everywhere was luck on the side of the defenders. On the contrary, enemy fighters increasingly climbed the walls, captured tiers, killed and burned. Now Baron Bock and his friends became a kind of rescue team, running to the most dangerous areas.
  Chaim meanwhile gave the order:
  - Swing the swing harder and fire at the redoubts.
  Taking advantage of the fact that the pressure had weakened a little, the surviving swings did just that, although at the site of the main breakthrough there were only two of them, the rest were hacked to pieces by the troops that had broken through.
  To help them, they used springs and ropes, and here another barrel fell down, crashing into the wall, scorching the archers sitting in the redoubt and the slaves who brought them arrows. The broom-like geronns usually blasphemed in their dying hour, being dark creatures, they understood that paradise was not shining anyway and sought to be closer to evil.
  Another barrel with a fuse exploded before reaching the redoubt, hitting the crowded infantry.
  The soldiers continued to climb with fury, they scattered along the wall and tried to take by numbers. In the castle, many oil bombs had already been used or set on fire with scorched arrows. The pressure of the enemy army did not weaken, and the fury grew:
  - Let's attack along the entire perimeter, the enemy is running out of steam.
  Indeed, the defenders were exhausted, the losses among them were enormous, many were wounded, and most importantly, the crazy pace of the battle was exhausting, in which, and this is significant, the Sultan"s troops had an overwhelming numerical superiority.
  Now the walls were covered with a carpet, it seemed as if locusts were crawling on them, how great was the number of ladders, ropes and even nets thrown down with Velcro on which soldiers were crawling! The drumbeat became hysterical, wooden sticks broke, leather cracked.
  - All or nothing! - the vizier roared! - The dice are cast, the bets are made.
  By this point the two sorcerers were completely exhausted; their winged "steeds" were no longer holding them up; on the contrary, they had become translucent and were drawn toward the ground.
  Luforo began to retreat to the armored carriage where the vizier was cuckooing, and his masked opponent retreated under the cover of the walls. Apparently the magic trump cards were finally laid out, and now all that was left was to rely on brute force and strong steel.
  Luforo rushed to the cart, his face was disfigured, scars and fresh burns were visible, his hands were shaking, a couple of fingers were broken. The sorcerer was limping, his voice was dull and creaky:
  - Despite all the sacrifices to the evil spirit, I was unable to gain the upper hand over this monster. It is simply a furious demon in the flesh.
  The vizier handed him the cup:
  - Don't get carried away, you survived, and your opponent got it in the neck!
  - Of course! He is also exhausted. We fought with him first to the limit, and then to the limit.
  - That's good! At the cost of colossal losses, we forced the enemy to lay out all their reserves and ambushes. But where is the dragon summoner, maybe he can help with something?
  - He disappeared again, and I don't have the strength to look for him. In a few days I will recover and then, relying on the captured castle, I will start searching.
  - Well, rest, and have a drink to strengthen your strength! - The vizier thrust a glass of wine at the sorcerer, which the naked slave girl filled to the brim.
  Luforo drank and felt much more confident.
  - It won't be long now, look, the flag of the Sultanate is flying over the wall again! - the vizier shouted!
  - May the black grace be with us! Long live evil! - the sorcerer finished.
  Meanwhile, the masked wizard, exhausted and scorched, returned to his nest. He was pretty worn out, he was staggering, his clothes and armor were smoking. The first thing the magician did was pour a barrel of water heated by the three luminaries that were leaning towards the sunset. Steam came from him, how overheated he had been in the fight. Then the sorcerer, moving his hands like a spider, crawled along the walls, reaching the baron, who was constantly fighting.
  Bok, however, was already so exhausted that he put his enormous nephew Proddar in his place, went off to rest and drink some water.
  - What, your Excellency, is not sweet? - asked the sorcerer.
  - Can't you see for yourself, there's such pressure, we won't be able to hold back the enemy unless there's a miracle!
  - You mean magic!
  - Certainly!
  "I am exhausted and have lost, for a time, of course, my strength," the sorcerer muttered.
  - Then you're useless! We'll die, and your skin will be turned into a drum.
  - Everything is not so gloomy, where there is no magic, science and technology will help!
  - How is that?
  - You apparently forgot about the pipes we installed in the heat of battle, a new terrible weapon is ready for action.
  Baron Bock hit himself on the forehead:
  - It"s true, the pipes were prepared in advance to pour oil.
  - And the workers have dug down to the place where the liquefied gas layers have accumulated. It will fly out of the shafts like a genie languishing for a thousand years, awakening not a magical, but a natural element, and then it will be scary.
  - Damn it, we were almost too late. The enemy has climbed the walls in ten places!
  - All the better, the striking effect will be stronger. The enemy is crowded and needs to be hit!
  - Then listen to my order! I command! - Baron Bock shouted.
  The carpenters and grooms rushed to turn the taps. They were huge and moved rather stiffly, and arrows continued to fly from above. In addition, the faracids became more active, they took with them a new portion of flammable objects and dropped them on the fortress from a great distance. Moreover, some of them became so bold that they went lower and lower, trying to increase the accuracy of the bombing.
  The simple workers died and were injured, but they continued to twist, the system of steel pipes was made with calculation, the gnomes did not work in vain. Here is a couple of them, hiding behind the armored shell, giving commands.
  Several surviving boys were running around, throwing away the embers with shovels and extinguishing them with buckets. The boys were also pretty burned and exhausted, but they continued to laugh, their faces dirty.
  - Let's hurry up, brothers! Otherwise we won't be able to hold out for long.
  Finally, the centrifugal pump started working and began to supply liquefied gas, which, passing through the pipes, began to expand.
  - That's it, Almighty, give me fire! Give me fire!
  The pipes began to drip and then a colossal flame flared up like hundreds of giant torches.
  The masked sorcerer croaked:
  - Look how technology beats magic!
  Indeed, it was blazing ever more intensely, a fiery waterfall was spreading. Thousands of fighters of all stripes were flaring up at once, their skin was peeling off instantly, their armor was crumbling. It was visible how the fiery surf was drenching the entire army of the Sultan.
  Bock extended his hand and said:
  - A picture from the apocalypse! Blessed and everything on it will burn.
  - Be careful, father! This could scare away your luck! - said Chaim.
  - I'm not superstitious!
  - It's nonsense that the name of a planet influences destinies! - The sorcerer confirmed. - It looks really beautiful. And where have you seen such a quantity of furious flames? No volcano can compare to it.
  - Agree.
  Streams of fire poured out like awakened demons, it seemed that the elements were roaring, the earth was shaking. The fighters were burning here too - there was no place to hide. In such a continuous fiery avalanche there was no chance for successful resistance, and the Sultan's army fled, abandoning weapons, shields, beams, throwing off smoldering armor.
  Those who were wounded usually fell and tried to crawl, but even this did not save them, the fire overtook them, devouring their mortal flesh. The flame was of four colors, the most burning blue and a softer, but very painful yellow-orange.
  It was this flame that burned the longest, licking sand and stone, turning shields and discarded armor into powder, cremating bones.
  Those who had accidentally survived and were still fighting on the walls, the defenders, taking advantage of the fact that the numerical superiority was already on their side, threw down onto the blazing ground. The leader of the Vilfabaks, Kukitor, fell last, with a deft lunge Baron Bok hit him right in the viewing slit and visor and the three-hundred-kilogram carcass fell from a great height, and with great acceleration crashed into the tip of a boulder.
  Because of the heavy losses and fatigue, the ballistas and catapults practically did not fire after them, but even without that the losses were very high, it was difficult to count them in the heat of the moment. There were also a lot of wounded, they limped and hobbled, especially a large number of burnt ones. Behind them crawled those with broken limbs and guts. However, they did not finish them off only because the panic was too strong. Among them crawled the burned Boytsov on all fours.
  The fact that the slave, who had been on the walls, in the hottest places, remained alive was already a great success. But with such burns and wounds, whether he will be able to reach the camp is a big question.
  In any case, the path became difficult and painful for him. His burnt stomach and chest rubbed against the hot sand, his arms and legs gave way from fatigue and loss of blood. The boy, however, wanted to live, because such a desire was stronger than ever at fourteen. And he, overcoming the treacherous weakness, straining muscles hardened by years of hard captivity, crawled and crawled. Sometimes it got dark before his inflamed eyes with burnt eyelashes, he stopped seeing and feeling. Then it became easier and enlightenment came.
  The boy did not allow himself to switch off, although he moved slowly. It was already completely dark, clouds came running, and rain began to fall.
  "I"ll get there," he said.
  While this terrible struggle for survival was going on, there was celebration in the fortress. Fireworks even burst out in honor of the victory. Few doubted that the battle had reached a turning point; the enemy had lost almost half of its army under the walls. The wolf trap had proven its impregnability, and during a second assault, it would again be possible to accept an ocean of flame, against which any methods were powerless. Therefore, Baron Bock quite reasonably believed that the vizier would lift the siege the very next day and go home.
  - He lost almost ten thousand killed and maimed. The Sultan will skin him alive.
  - I agree! - Colonel Pawn said. - But I also think that Colonel Rook must be saved. Give me an army, and I will strike at him.
  - And expose the fortress, turning victory into defeat. What else did he come up with, the vizier is no fool and has probably prepared a trap if we stick our heads out in our joy.
  - Then let's exchange her for Watta. We don't need that whore, and Rook is a valuable man.
  - Let's try! This woman is a brave warrior and she got her due from Barbarossa. She is probably tormenting her even now. Send servants.
  While the fortress was giving a festive salute and playing music, the vizier got drunk out of grief and dozed off, his face buried in a plate of burnt roast. Oscar Pasha was lying on the floor and only the more level-headed Ustup Pasha was giving orders in case of a sudden enemy attack. At that moment, Luforo came through the door, his face showed that he was planning something.
  . EPILOGUE.
  And finally Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko woke up. After drinking, his head was hurting badly. And before him fluttered a magnificent girl, like an angel, with wings like a butterfly and sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow.
  Pavel-Lev asked:
  - And who are you?
  The angel girl replied:
  - I'm Angelica!
  The Captain Marquis exclaimed:
  - Great! You're just super!
  The beauty added with aplomb:
  - Yes, I'm also hyper!
  Pavel Ivanovich asked:
  - When are we going to fight Morgan?
  Angelica responded lovingly:
  - He's already in front of your squadron! Go fight!
  And indeed, there were pirate ships flying English flags ahead. And among them was Morgan's formidable flagship.
  Pavel-Lev commanded:
  - To battle!
  And his ships were the first to open fire. The English pirates began to respond with cannon fire. And the sails were covered with smoke. But Pavel's guns had bags of powder hung in advance and they fired twice as often as Morgan's cannons.
  In addition, the fleet of the captain-time traveler also has unicorns. And these are guns that hit at a distance of four or more kilometers. And you can maneuver the enemy to cover with cannonballs, and he, in turn, cannot reach you.
  So Pavel-Lev confidently seized the initiative. And began to study the English ships. And now a couple of frigates caught fire and began to sink.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - Look how skillfully we shoot them!
  Margarita jumped up and sang:
  - A crushing blow, this will be a gift from God!
  Here's another of Morgan's ships that caught fire and began to sink, and several others were damaged. And the masts were also falling and the sails were torn.
  The warrior girls were delighted. This was truly a super fight.
  And Pavel-Lev ordered that additional sails be put on the brigantine in order to board the cruiser on which Morgan himself was located.
  He, having assessed the threat, rushed to escape. Two more English pirate ships collided. And their bows and sterns broke, and they began to sink.
  The rest of Morgan's fleet also started to run away. But they were already so damaged that there was little chance of breaking away. So the battles raged with furious force. And the English were being sunk thoroughly.
  Pavel-Lev and a team of girls are pursuing Morgan's flagship. It is the largest of the pirate ships. But the captain-time traveler uses the naval tactics of Admiral Makarov.
  He, in particular, believed that it was better for an admiral to exercise command not from the largest ship, but from the most mobile one. And there was a certain reason for this.
  In any case, Paul followed this. And his brig was as swift as an arrow.
  And they are getting closer and closer to the cruiser. Like a hawk ready to pounce on a huge turkey.
  Natasha noted:
  - The Spaniards would have given even more for Morgan's head than the French!
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - Yes, that's for sure! But maybe Pavel Ivanovich will finally receive the title of Duke. Marquis is good, but Duke is better, and he will finally become a full admiral!
  The commander-time traveler noted:
  - But then I will have nowhere to grow further! The only thing higher than a duke is a king!
  Natasha suggested with a smile:
  - Or maybe we should really create our own kingdom?
  Angelica, another warrior, nodded:
  - Exactly! Capture Latin America, and we will have a whole empire.
  Margarita added:
  - Not just Latin America, but all of it! And that would be cool! And you would become an emperor!
  Pavel-Lev objected:
  - Let's not indulge in dreams! Let's catch Morgan first!
  And so their brigantine caught up with the cruiser. And the hooks sucked on the stern. And so the girls immediately began to jump, flashing their bare, sharp, tanned legs.
  Natasha said with a smile, having carried out a mill and cut off the heads of three English pirates at once:
  France is my wonderful country,
  It's as cool as living in Eden...
  I believe Satan will be destroyed,
  And the girls will be in good shape!
  And the warriors really did fight like terminator knights. That's really the battle of the highest point. And try to resist them.
  Olga, another warrior girl, took her bare heel and hit the pirate in the chin, knocking him overboard, and roared:
  - There will be a provocation of girls, that is not a role, again a sensation!
  And her sabres took and turned the mill. And again the severed heads of the corsairs fall.
  Pavel-Lev is also hacking. He has two long, steel swords. And he works them energetically. Such a fighter is trivially unstoppable. And the hacked pirates fall. The girl fighter Zoya is also hacking. Her sabers are very sharp, and they cut like a razor hair. And she takes a naked, round heel and charges the enemy in the chin.
  And again the pirates of the British fleet are thrown overboard and astern.
  Natasha noticed with a very sweet smile, which, however, resembled the grin of a carnivorous panther. At the same time, the girl did not forget to throw boomerangs with her bare toes. And they flew by and chopped off the heads of Morgan's corsairs.
  - We are truly devils and decided to recreate our capital!
  The battle was going in favor of the crew of invincible girls.
  And their bare, graceful, very sexy feet splashed through the puddles of blood, raising a fountain of splashes.
  The pirates were still resisting, but there were fewer and fewer of them. And Augustina, even while cutting down Morgan's corsairs, noted:
  - People are dying like bugs, like bugs!
  And without unnecessary fuss! Fuss!
  Nadezhda, cutting down these filibusters who turned out to be so unlucky, noted:
  - They wanted a lot of money and gold, but now they don"t need anything!
  Svetlana objected:
  - No, why not! There is life in Hell too! And it might not be as bad there as it seems!
  Natasha flashed her sabers, drawing a butterfly, and cabbage heads rolled across the deck instead of heads. And the girl chirped:
  - I am the black avenger of the Spanish seas!
  Margarita added, cutting down the enemies:
  - And not only Spanish ones!
  Morgan's last pirates threw down their weapons and fell to their knees. And they began to kiss the girls' bare, graceful, tanned feet. And it was great. And the beauties' feet were bloody. And the male pirates did this with great pleasure. And here was such a crew - only representatives of the fair sex! Now that was great.
  But Morgan himself disappeared somewhere. The most popular and bloodthirsty pirate described in many novels disappeared somewhere.
  Pavel-Lev ordered:
  - Search the entire ship! Turn over every board, and no matter how big it is, a grown man won't be able to hide in it.
  And the girls with great energy again began to turn over everything with their holds without exception. And while doing so they began to sing:
  - Whomever we find, we will tear apart! Across the sea, let the grief disappear! Glory to Pavel Ivanovich Rybachenko!
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