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Zoya - The Pirate Queen

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  • Аннотация:
    An elderly woman, Zoya Nikolaevich, receives eternal youth in exchange for mining treasures for the Russian Goddess Divana. She becomes the captain of a pirate ship, and together with a crew of beautiful girls, robs numerous merchant ships. The only man on the ship is the cabin boy Oleg Rybachenko, who possesses combat magic and a special kind of non-commissioned magic.
  ZOYA - THE PIRATE QUEEN
  ANNOTATION
  An elderly woman, Zoya Nikolaevich, receives eternal youth in exchange for mining treasures for the Russian Goddess Divana. She becomes the captain of a pirate ship, and together with a crew of beautiful girls, robs numerous merchant ships. The only man on the ship is the cabin boy Oleg Rybachenko, who possesses combat magic and a special kind of non-commissioned magic.
  . PROLOGUE
  Zoya Nikolaevich is already eighty years old. But she still hasn't given up on the idea of regaining her youth. Especially since the gypsy woman from the market said that her dream will come true. She just needs to summon the wonderful Russian Goddess Divana.
  Zoya decided to grab at straws and get what she wanted. For a small fee, the gypsy gave her a spell that needed to be cast. And an artifact that attracted power. Well, and this had to be done in a cemetery at midnight.
  The old woman grabbed onto everything. She is already practically an old woman, and death is not scary to her, although she really wants to live.
  Zoya was already walking with difficulty, her legs hurt. And how she wanted to regain her youth and cheer up.
  But then she went to the cemetery. And the old woman was scared, but she walked bravely at night between the graves and crosses. And she moved with difficulty.
  And one very distinguished Rodnovery witch stood near the grave.
  Here is old lady Zoya Semenovna Nikolaevich, took and put the artifact with trembling hands. And tried to make it hit the very center of the witch monument.
  And the monument was to a young girl, and a very beautiful one, although the witch herself was already over a hundred years old at the time of her death. And this is amazing.
  Zoya finally put the artifact down and sat down on the concrete slab. And took a breather.
  And then the clock on the bell tower began to strike midnight.
  And Zoya, choking, began to read the spell. Fortunately, it was short and easy to pronounce.
  Then there was a pause. And the old woman said:
  - Have I really been deceived?
  And then suddenly a bright light appeared from the sky. And a very beautiful girl with gold leaf hair appeared. And she smiled, and her smile sparkled with ruby lips and very large pearl teeth.
  The demiurge girl asked with a sweet smile:
  - What do you want, my child?
  Zoya said in a languid voice:
  - I want to be young again! And I'm ready to do anything for that!
  The Goddess of Divana replied with an even wider smile:
  - Fine! I will give you eternal youth, but on the condition that you serve me for it!
  The old woman nodded:
  - My answer is clear - I agree!
  The demiurge girl said with a sweet look:
  - Well, great! Then say it out loud three times! Goddess of the Divan, I am your eternal slave! And you will become young and strong and this will be forever!
  Zoya sighed and said hoarsely:
  -Goddess of the Divan, I am your eternal slave! Goddess of the Divan, I am your eternal slave! Goddess of the Divan, I am your eternal slave!
  When the old woman said this, the light really did come on, and lightning struck Zoya. And she gasped and lost consciousness for a few moments.
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  Zoya Nikolaevich woke up. And her first sensation was an extraordinary lightness in her body. Indeed, she had not felt such energy and cheerfulness in herself for many years. As if streams of living water were flowing through her veins.
  The former old lady jumped up. And felt the deck with her bare feet. She looked around. There were girls around her. All of them, as a rule, very beautiful and muscular, but with different facial features and hair color. Almost naked - only narrow strips of fabric on their chests and hips.
  And many girls have earrings made of precious stones on their ears. Also wrists and ankles made of gold or platinum, strewn with gems. Some also have beads, as well as brooches and hairpins.
  The girls are practically all barefoot, which is more pleasant in the tropical heat and much more convenient.
  Zoya glanced at herself. And gasped. She had a young, muscular, tanned body of a fairly tall girl. Her waist was thin, her hips were powerful, and her abs were like chocolate bars.
  On her strong neck glittered beads of large emeralds. Zoya, having become a powerful and beautiful girl, stamped her bare foot and exclaimed:
  - Long live youth!
  The other girls raised their swords and sabers and shouted:
  - Glory to our new captain! May he lead us from victory to victory!
  Zoya saw a belt hanging on it with two swords in sheaths strewn with jewels, she snatched them with a swift jerk and threw them up. The steel blades sparkled at once in three suns.
  Yes, Zoya was surprised to discover that there were three suns in the sky. Yellow, red, and green - suns like the colors of a traffic light.
  The girl captain squealed:
  - In any world, the main thing is to remain human!
  And then a thought flashed through her head, frightened like a timid bunny: what if this is a dream? And she will wake up again as a weak and helpless old woman?
  Zoya looked at her full, high, firm breasts covered only by a thin strip of fabric strewn with stones and exclaimed:
  - Let the fairy tale come true!
  After which she took and pinched her scarlet nipple. She felt pain and calmed down - so this is reality!
  The girls around her exclaimed in unison:
  - We need to rob and we will rob!
  Zoya began to examine the ship. For some reason, she immediately thought that it was a brigantine. The sails were so bright and elegant. Zoya thought that there was a girl named Axel, who walked barefoot along the rocky paths, but at the same time dreamed of a fairy-tale prince who would sail to her on a ship with scarlet sails.
  And this girl's dream came true. But Zoya was a feminist by nature, she did not want to receive a reward and a happy life from the hands of a fairy-tale prince or a rich husband. She preferred to build happiness herself. And it is not to say that she did not succeed at all.
  And now fate has pulled out a lucky ticket for her to a new life. And in a world that is not simple, human, but fairy-tale. And she has a team of charming girls. And they are here as if hand-picked - solid photo models, for shooting with whom they will pay good money. Most of all there were blondes.
  Zoya looked at her own hair and literally gasped:
  They were seven-colored, as if from all the colors of the rainbow. You could say it was wonderful.
  To Zoya's right stood a girl with blue hair. She winked at the captain's wife and chirped:
  - I'm quite ready for battle! Now I think there will be prey!
  And indeed, from the top of the mast a whistle was heard and a clear, boyish voice announced:
  - There's a galleon on the right!
  Natasha answered with a laugh:
  - Well done, Olezhka! You're as bright as ever!
  On the upper deck there was indeed a boy who looked to be about twelve years old. His naked torso was very muscular and dark bronze from the sun, and his hair, on the contrary, was light, like overripe wheat.
  When the boy jumped up, Zoya saw that he was wearing only swimming trunks and was barefoot. Which, however, considering his very muscular figure, whose relief was further emphasized by his strong and even tan, suited the boy very well.
  The cabin boy's only jewelry was a small earring in his ear and a diamond ring on the index finger of his right hand.
  The boy sang:
  We will boldly go into battle,
  For the sake of trophies...
  And I believe we will not die,
  Life is a lottery!
  Zoya gave the order:
  - Add sails! Let's catch the galleon and seize rich booty!
  The cabin boy stamped his little bare foot and sang:
  We will go on the assault like wolves,
  We will defeat all the evil orcs...
  We'll break it down on AWOL,
  We'll beat the hairy ones!
  The girls rushed to set new sails, including paper ones. And the brigantine added speed. And how this ship would tear up. And the girls literally squealed with delight.
  Oleg took both sabres in his hands. He looks like a child, but he has no shortage of strength and speed. And he swung them, such a swift and destructive ball.
  Zoya squeaked:
  - Yes, I believe in our great, even enormous victory!
  Although the girl had not been in the army and had not fought anywhere, she was bubbling with energy now. And her bare, strong legs were swinging energetically, and it was clear that balls of muscle were rolling under her bronze skin.
  Here you can see the vessel itself, which the pirates already considered legitimate prey. These are really shark girls. They have such tanned and muscular bodies.
  Zoya exclaimed with fury:
  - We must defeat our enemies and crush everyone who is against us!
  Now the galleon is quite visible. It is a large ship armed with cannons. And the brigantine has only a dozen guns. While the enemy has at least fifty barrels in a quick tempo, Zoya counted them. Yes, yes, it is a serious vessel.
  The girls began to fuss and jump up and down again like little goats.
  Oleg noted with a very sincere smile:
  - It will be a very beautiful showdown. Although what do we want? Money? But we won't get it. We'll have to return it to the Russian Gods. But the process itself is exciting and interesting!
  Zoya asked with a smile:
  - Are you also hired by the Russian Gods?
  The boy answered with a sweet look:
  - And you too! However, you know, it is not a sin to work for the sake of eternal life! On the contrary, nothing in the universe is given for free!
  And Oleg whistled and the brig picked up speed. The boy had also once been an adult and wanted to live forever. But you have to pay for everything and work for your immortality.
  On the one hand, it's great when you're surrounded by such beautiful, almost naked girls. On the other hand, you're still a child and can only admire them. And they're not interested in the boy. And in general, the world of the late Middle Ages is boring. You want to play games on your computer, and watch videos on your smartphone, or better yet, watch them on your tablet or laptop.
  Now that would be really great.
  And what about entertainment? Well, you can play cards, dice for money or flicks. There are few ways to bring joy. Although the girls are certainly inventive. And sometimes they staged plays and sang and danced.
  But still, it won't replace a good computer game. Or a science fiction movie. Although, on the other hand, when you're in the body of a twelve-year-old boy, you have a special level of hormones, and you constantly want to move, laugh and be in a good mood. And that's also good...
  For example, children are almost always cheerful and smiling, and often laugh about things that adults would not find funny. Oleg, of course, was to some extent happy about such physiology influencing his personal perception of the world. Although it seemed that his memory was preserved, and his personality was the same... But not quite the same. If a person drinks even a little, his consciousness changes and he is no longer quite the same as before.
  That is, the state of the body affects the personality. And if you are a boy in the flesh, then the personality will be largely childish, despite great experience and adult memory. So here...
  By the way, it is not at all typical for children to be stupid and limited. They can discuss politics, religion, philosophy and computer games.
  Oleg, at least when he met the boys, found a common language with them. He wasn't always on a brigantine either. And not always in the medieval world. Sometimes the immortal boy was thrown into space empires by the Russian Gods. And that was very interesting. And such cool computer games can be - not comparable to the screen of a smartphone.
  Meanwhile, the galleon approached. He tried to meet the girls' brig with volleys of side guns. But all the cannonballs, surprisingly, flew past.
  Zoya asked:
  - Can't they shoot?
  Natasha, the girl with the blue voices, answered:
  - Yes, orcs are not very good shooters. But we also have artifacts that divert nuclei!
  Oleg, this eternal boy, jumped up and chirped:
  - I got them! And I really know how to do it very well!
  Zoya wanted to praise the nimble boy, but immediately noticed that the warriors on the galleon were not people at all. They were creatures resembling bears with very nasty mugs and in armor.
  The girl captain exclaimed:
  - Wow! Who are these?
  Natasha answered with a smile:
  - These are orcs! They are often hired by merchants, especially dwarves as sailors and guards. The warriors seem physically strong, but they are clumsy and stupid!
  Zoya laughed and replied:
  - Well, it's good that they're stupid! Although you shouldn't underestimate them!
  The brigantine came closer and now numerous hooks and ropes dug into the side of the galleon.
  And the pirate girls, screaming and giggling, began jumping from side to side, their bare, tanned legs flashing. So the murderous assault began.
  Oleg jumped first and made a mill with his swords and immediately two orc heads took and rolled down the wooden flooring. Oleg chirped:
  - I'm a cool and lethal boy!
  Zoya jumped too. She swung her swords quite confidently. Of course, her brain had no experience of fencing, but her body moved by itself. Well, like, for example, an experienced writer does not even look at the keyboard, the fingers type by themselves. So here, a seasoned fencer does not look or think, but the body moves confidently by itself.
  So the girl chopped, and her flesh demonstrated a magnificent technique. In fact, Zoya had a young body and it was not her own. She had someone else's fleshly incarnation. Firstly, she was quite tall, but in reality Zoya in her youth was only one meter sixty. And now she is over one meter eighty tall, even barefoot. And secondly, she has such a virtuoso fencing technique.
  And the other girls demonstrate extraordinary strength and agility. And they move with all speed. And the severed heads of the orcs fall and roll.
  The warriors crossed the sides and chopped the orcs as if they were something so clumsy and awkward. And at the same time the girls with heat and strength and passion, continuing to chop up the brown bears, sang, with their silvery voices:
  We pirate girls are just beautiful,
  We rush like menacing panthers...
  Everything else in the world is vanity,
  We are absolutely bright hetaera!
  
  Raise your glass to the captain,
  Let's throw a whole liter of rum down our throats...
  The girl has such a stroke,
  What a simple offspring of Sodom!
  
  There was once a serf girl,
  I walked barefoot even in the cold....
  She crushed the manure with her bare foot,
  I grew a scarlet rose in the garden!
  
  But the seas of storms, you know, drew me,
  The barefoot woman wanted adventure...
  You will be broke, bastards,
  And for me it's just entertainment!
  
  The girl ran barefoot in the frost,
  Leaving footprints bare...
  The almost naked Christ will help me,
  Fate's pricks are so bitter!
  
  Guys, I don't know the word coward,
  After all, for me religions are one...
  And somewhere in the heart the flame of Jesus,
  And somewhere is Lado, with the face of Valentina!
  
  I reached St. Petersburg in the cold,
  Leaving behind many barefoot prints...
  The girl's torso is almost naked,
  And she doesn"t play hide and seek with the cold!
  
  And here is a barefoot girl in the port,
  She dressed up like a boy...
  I'll carry a barrel on the ship,
  The beauty is so strong, it's even too obvious!
  
  Everything will be fine, I believe the sea is good,
  Especially when you go to the equator...
  Even in January, believe me, it"s warm,
  As you can see, Mikhail is such a curator!
  
  But the pirates have a tough fight with them,
  We fought in the fury of love, not knowing...
  I will be in the sea and in the dream with myself,
  The girl is very proud and barefoot!
  
  They undressed me after examining the goods,
  We saw that the girl is not a boy...
  This means there will be a significant fee,
  Because I'm even too good!
  
  They brought me to the Arabs,
  Naked, I put it up for auction then...
  This wasn't all zeros,
  They considered me a virgin of paradise!
  
  Well, now I'm a girl in a harem,
  In the luxurious attire of a hetaera...
  And the family of maidservants,
  Without knowing any, believe in faith!
  
  But this is also boring to me,
  The owner rarely calls the girl...
  And the beauty's bosom is on fire,
  If only children were born in this happiness!
  
  So, seizing the moment, I ran away,
  She cut her hair and swaddled her chest...
  Now the sailors are my family,
  Apparently I guessed a lot of things right!
  
  Like a cabin boy, I am now a barefoot boy,
  I scraped floors and carried loads...
  It seems that this is the girl's destiny,
  What I didn"t wear, believe me, belly!
  
  But now everything is new,
  It's a different matter at sea, because there are pirates...
  And a free life began,
  At least you understand that you will have to pay!
  
  Here I am, barefoot, going on the attack,
  She chopped off a soldier's head with a saber...
  You won't see this in delirium,
  What we will do in battle against the enemy!
  
  I'm the coolest pirate you'll find,
  The prisoners lick my girl's heels...
  I look no more than twenty,
  Don't play hide and seek with evil fate!
  
  We robbed the caravels with gusto,
  They sank an entire galleon...
  These are the kind of heterosexual girls,
  The fortune is a whole million!
  
  We love to butt heads with men,
  There is temperament in this matter...
  They are capable of riding a male,
  Maintaining dignity and honor!
  
  And what haven't we seen?
  They cut the men down, practically alive...
  And they beat the sides of the males so much,
  As if burning everyone with fire!
  
  There are no cooler girls in the universe,
  And they are capable of fighting...
  They disperse the clouds with a wave of a saber,
  It's really possible to kill all enemies!
  
  Yes, the frigates will be racing after us,
  And even cooler than the cruisers...
  The enemies attack viciously,
  There are names of our heroes!
  
  We are capable of fighting the enemy bravely,
  Great class girls show...
  And we don't have the skills of a clown,
  We'll be able to give you a kick in the hellish horns!
  
  We will commit hara-kiri on our enemies,
  He released the guts with a sword as a joke...
  Just count three or four,
  The waves are spinning furiously like a spear!
  
  So try to get in, enemy,
  The girls will just crush you...
  Even if you are a player Botvinnik,
  We'll give you the kaput here!
  
  Our strike is really impressive,
  The girl has a very sharp sword...
  Somewhere Cain gets it hard,
  We'll be able to cut his head off!
  
  We are cool barefoot girls,
  We chop up evil enemies like cabbage...
  We knock out gold teeth,
  Simply without wasting unnecessary words!
  
  No mercy for the mad, evil enemies,
  We will defeat them like orcs...
  The bastards run away from the girls,
  This cherub has spread his wings!
  
  God knows no mercy for the weak,
  He crushes them, crushes them like a louse...
  The girls receive awards,
  And it will really make your enemies tremble!
  
  But it happened, the girls were caught,
  They locked them naked in the basement...
  Apparently you lacked courage,
  Received a furious blow!
  
  The girls were beaten on the soles of their feet with a stick,
  And then they roasted it with fire...
  Believe me, the monsters don't feel sorry for the girls,
  And they hung him on the rack with a belt!
  
  And they tormented the girls' breasts with pincers,
  My toes were broken...
  And then they hit me so hard with a whip,
  Who will make the beauties bleed?
  
  The girls were still smiling,
  And they laughed in the executioners" faces...
  And they didn't break under torture,
  They said, hit me some more!
  
  So, without getting any confessions from them,
  The girls are led to the scaffold...
  And furiously nailed to something,
  They got blood in their mouths!
  
  They hang barefoot girls,
  All clothes were violently torn off...
  Their legs were all burned with fire,
  And they poured napalm all over my chest!
  
  But the girls just smiled,
  Even though the noose was around their necks...
  They used to fight well, apparently.
  With faith - we will win anyway!
  
  They tightened the nooses around their necks,
  It became very easy for the girl...
  This is the idea that was presented,
  Life is like fragile glass!
  
  Now the girls are in a new world,
  It turned out to be just paradise...
  Count three and four,
  And barefoot girl, go for it!
  
  There are battles and adventures again,
  The girls are rushing to board again...
  This is such a new attraction,
  And such a glamorous crew!
  
  Here the girls have captured us again,
  New and beautiful galleon...
  The men were pretty much crushed,
  The world of bliss will be praised!
  . CHAPTER #2.
  While the pirate girls were singing, all the orcs were indeed killed. The girls suffered almost no losses except for light scratches. They moved much faster than these ugly and clumsy bears. And they were indeed completely cut down. And everything worked out extremely well.
  The last one was the captain of the galleon, a dwarf merchant. He did not fight and threw down his axe, surrendering to the mercy of the winner. That was how the battle ended.
  The boy Oleg, splashing his bare, childish feet through the puddles, exclaimed in a ringing voice:
  But there is no stronger spirit of a boy,
  From the ruins we will rise again...
  Warrior of light, take your sword quickly,
  We will stand firm and win again!
  Natasha answered with a laugh:
  - We are pirates and warriors of light? Isn't that a paradox?
  Oleg replied:
  - And in paradoxicality dialectical unity is hidden!
  Zoya declared, making a figure eight with her swords:
  - Yes, a genius is a friend of paradoxes!
  The pirate girls forced the gnome to kneel. Then the representative of the glamorous world timidly kissed their bare footprints. It was apparently disgusting for the girl to stick her living feet into that old and bearded face.
  After which the gnome merchant was locked in a cage, with the clear intention of later taking a ransom from him.
  Natasha took it and giggled, winked and noted:
  - Yes, we pulled it all off very cleverly.
  All the orc corpses were thrown overboard and the girls began to inspect the galleon. And the cabin boy began to scrub the deck from the blood.
  The ship that the dwarf equipped did indeed have a rich booty - there was a large cargo of coffee and cocoa beans, there was also rum, and some gold, and various weapons, including very expensive ones. And there was also silver.
  The ship was richly loaded and it was impossible to transfer all the cargo onto the brigantine; it simply would not have fit.
  So the corsair girls saddled the galleon and drove it to sell coffee and cocoa. The girls were very happy, and danced, slapping their bare, sharp, tanned feet.
  Oleg was very pleased, and even took it and, with great joy, took it and, with enthusiasm, began to sing:
  Child son of the space age,
  Went to wander around the big worlds...
  His affairs, believe me, are not bad at all,
  And life is just a child's play!
  
  At first, in the middle century, it turned out,
  They tore his boots off...
  And he wandered barefoot in the snow,
  The snowdrifts burned my bare heels!
  
  But this only hardened the boy,
  And he really became, believe me, stronger...
  And he hit the boar in the snout with his elbow,
  And this villain fell into the pool!
  
  The boy will not give in to adults in swearing,
  His destiny is to kill evil orcs...
  So that the evil Cain doesn"t come with a dagger,
  And the heroes didn"t have to suffer!
  
  The warrior is young and of course brave,
  He rushes forward into attack...
  When the boy-boy gets down to business,
  Enemies are simply wasted!
  
  So I ended up as a cabin boy for pirates,
  And this is also very cool, you know...
  And for the merchants, of course, there is retribution,
  And this fat dog won't go to heaven!
  
  The boy sailed the seas quite well,
  Remained a child, did not grow up...
  But he had such a cool punch,
  What remained of the corpses of adults!
  
  Here is a huge galleon they took,
  Believe me, there is gold in it up to the brim...
  You literally see the distances of communism,
  Fortune, you are the favorite of the sons!
  
  Well, maybe we should buy ourselves a title?
  The barefoot boy will become a count...
  And we'll show the queen the fig,
  Both doubts and fear disappeared!
  
  But something so daring happened,
  The executioners caught the boy again...
  And don't count on mercy now,
  Or better yet, scream on the rack!
  
  The boys beat me with a whip very painfully,
  They burned his heels with fire and iron...
  And he dreamed of a field, of a spacious one,
  The Spanish have put on their boots!
  
  The scumbags tortured the boy for a long time,
  However, they were unable to find out the truth...
  And the child's voice is so clear,
  And the truth will come - just be bold!
  
  Well, what's the noose waiting for the boy?
  They are leading him to the scaffold to be executed...
  Snowflakes are floating in the white sky,
  Let them cool your slightly bruised forehead!
  
  The boy's bare feet step,
  In the snow, and there are blisters on my feet...
  The soles are burned with pliers,
  Bloody and evil executioners!
  
  But the boy felt better because of the snow,
  He smiled and sang cheerfully...
  After all, he is with the alpha, the bright omega,
  And she is capable of doing so many things!
  
  Here the boy is already standing on the scaffold,
  Almost naked, because of the scars, blisters...
  But it seems the child is in gold,
  Like a prince in some childish, bright dreams!
  
  The rope has already been put around the neck,
  And the executioner was ready to knock the chair down...
  The boy imagined a barefoot girl,
  I could barely contain the sad cry from my chest!
  
  But then a bullet pierced the kata accurately,
  And they laid down the evil executioners...
  Once again the queen gets screwed,
  And to the boy the light of grace rays!
  
  The boy was freed from punishment,
  The boy is sailing on a ship again...
  And the filibuster will not be caught by the katys,
  They are now rotting in the ground!
  
  But adventures await again,
  The Middle Ages have gone like a wave...
  We expect forgiveness from those who are innocent,
  A wonderful dream will come true!
  
  It's a different time, in an adventure,
  And the plane is spinning in the sky...
  For torture only the descendants will be avenged,
  And you, forward into the attack with songs!
  
  The boy is sailing on an armadillo,
  He's a cabin boy again, no longer a pirate...
  The sun is shining brightly in the sky,
  That's just the way things are!
  
  And Olezhek is still a barefoot boy,
  In hot weather, children don't need shoes...
  And he jumps on the armor like a bunny,
  If necessary, he will outdo Satan!
  
  Here is a battle taking place on the stormy sea,
  Believe me, this is such a wonderful world...
  Not like somewhere in the dark underworld,
  Here the girls are having a military feast!
  
  This world is quite technical,
  There are a million girls for every man!
  And believe me, everything in the world is great,
  When there are legions of beauties!
  
  It's a shame that you're a boy and not a man,
  Otherwise I would have shown it to the girls...
  There is a reason why you don't grow up,
  This is the destiny that the Almighty Rod gave us!
  
  But fierce battles are raging,
  At sea, the word geyser on the water...
  And the boy will have, you know, accomplishments,
  The boy's victories will go everywhere!
  
  A shell flies out from a huge cannon,
  And described a high arc...
  The weather is like in the warm tropics of May,
  You inhale the eternal spring with the smoke!
  
  Beautiful girls are running along the deck,
  They send light with their bare heels...
  And the ringing voice of the warriors,
  Celebrate both joy and success!
  
  So they pointed a gun at the adversary,
  And they even fired a very accurate salvo...
  And the song penetrates straight into the soul,
  And you hit him in the snout with your knee!
  
  Oleg fought with the girls bravely,
  And he laid down legions of orcs...
  So that the planet becomes very quiet,
  And the radiant world of light ruled!
  
  Well, God won't abandon the boy,
  The boy matured in battles...
  He furiously winds up the miles -
  Deals a crushing blow!
  
  Svarog taught the girls to fight bravely,
  So that they can show everyone their class,
  And there are no thoughts of surrendering to the enemy,
  We'll really punch the bastard in the eye!
  
  Here the orcs' battleship was sunk,
  They sent all the hairy ones to the bottom...
  They crushed a horde of fierce bears,
  And they showed it as if life was a movie!
  
  Well, what about the boy, the eternal winner,
  He's wearing shorts, tanned and cool...
  And the ruler will be seen in battle,
  Breaking the jaw with a bare heel!
  
  So if you are a boy, don't be embarrassed,
  If you are small in stature, then you are more agile...
  And smile more often, young warrior,
  The ghoul is not scary to you, Koschei!
  
  Here the boy threw something with his bare foot,
  There was a very strong, powerful explosion...
  And the Orkish infantry perished,
  It was as if a blood abscess had burst!
  
  The girls attack the orcs fiercely,
  The beauty rushes to board like an avalanche...
  Those bears don't have much time left,
  This is the kind of crew we have!
  
  We will drive the hairy ones underground,
  Those that really stink...
  And we will also crush the long-nosed trolls,
  This is our character - a monolith!
  
  And then the fighting died down, of course,
  We won - know this for sure...
  And they hit all the targets, believe me,
  Let's build it, I know there's paradise on this planet!
  
  Again the boy was caught up in the whirlwinds,
  And he rushes into the blizzard of space...
  The boy, believe me, is not quiet at all,
  And does not curse capricious fate!
  
  Yes, this is the time of the future, you know,
  Where ships flicker in space...
  And you guys are brave, go ahead,
  So that the credit doesn't only contain zeros!
  
  After all, starships are just super,
  Swift as a hurricane...
  Everything is raging on the hot quark soup,
  We strike with such fury!
  
  And in the future everything is cool and wonderful,
  All young and beautiful, believe me...
  So the supreme one did not work in vain,
  Although the carnivorous beast is already roaring!
  
  And the barefoot girls attack legions,
  They are of such unprecedented beauty...
  And there are simply millions of starships,
  Well, get it, orcs, you donkeys!
  
  So do you want new adventures?
  And cool super-cosmic victories?
  Let there be vengeance for the orcs,
  So that there is no trace of evil troubles!
  
  This is how I fight so fiercely as a boy,
  In a spacesuit and barefoot...
  That I will never regret being a child,
  And I'll punch you in the face!
  
  So the adventures will be endless,
  After all, life is just a child's game...
  We'll eat cakes and cookies,
  And the blaster with hyperplasma is pushing the needle!
  
  I'm going to wander around the worlds now,
  To instill goodness and truth...
  After all, boys have always known how to fight,
  Get only A's plus!
  A really good song with feeling and expression. And Oleg sang it wonderfully.
  And so the galleon, accompanied by a brigantine, sails. And the wind blows the sails at full speed. Most of the girls are sitting on the deck. They are playing cards and dice. Some of them actually have chess pieces. Oleg, in particular, made a more complex modification of chess himself. In particular, it has three types of pawns - regular infantry that move and hit like in traditional chess. And archers that move like regular cannons, but hit forward two squares at once. And slingers, who move like regular pawns, but hit across one square and diagonally and in front of themselves.
  Of course, having reached the last square, they can turn into any figure except the king. Two more jesters appeared on each side - this figure moves like a queen, but can only capture like a knight. And also generals: who move like a rook and capture like a bishop, and officers who move like a bishop, but capture like a knight. And two cardinals who move like a queen, but capture like a rook, serious figures. And chariots that move like a knight, but capture like a rook. Also two of each. Only one king and queen, like in traditional chess. There is also a new figure, two on each side, like a howitzer: it moves like a bishop, but captures like a rook. And also a guards cavalryman: it moves like a knight, but can capture both like a knight and a king. That is, stronger than an ordinary knight. There are also bishops: they move like a rook and capture like a knight.
  Victory is achieved as in regular chess: by checkmating the king. The board, as you can see, is much larger, and not square, but rectangular. And there are also many more different combinations, as well as positions and tabiyas.
  Plus, there is also a figure that would have twenty-four lines, like a mortar, which moves like a king, but hits like a queen. That is, on the one hand, it is slow and immobile, and on the other, it is very long-range and lethal. Which makes the mortar almost equal in combat power to the queen, only not as fast in movement and maneuverability.
  The cabin boy personally carved the figures with a razor-sharp dagger, and this took time. Moreover, it was necessary for the result to look elegant, not crude.
  Oleg, working with the dagger, began to utter winged aphorisms with great enthusiasm:
  Even a donkey obeys the blows of a gorilla's whip, but even a lion obeys when a fox drums on his brain!
  If you listen to the nightingale trills of politicians a lot, you will be able to wait for the cawing of crows over your grave!
  A politician, in appearance a white nightingale and an ambulance, but in content a black crow and a raven!
  Childhood has two pluses - perspective and joy in the present time, it's just a pity that an adult's regression into childhood gives rise to nothing but minuses!
  It is good to be young, it is worse to fall into childhood, and it is even worse not to reach maturity with the years!
  It is best to grow up without getting old, and mature without getting decrepit!
  Childhood is not years on the calendar, maturity is not wrinkles on the face!
  Years can add wrinkles to any fool, but only to a real wise man can they add income to his wallet!
  If courage triples strength, but fear completely paralyzes all power!
  Of course, there is no God; if He existed, He would die of fear before the image that He has in people"s minds!
  If a person does not grow morally higher than a monkey, then he will not only not become God, but will go to the Devil along with the entire planet!
  The politician is striving to take the place of the Almighty God, but he himself does not even reach the level of the devil!
  Politicians are like animals: foxes, lions, wolves, hamsters, moles, hares, rats, but the one who is human among them is the one who has the outlook of an eagle!
  There are almost no eagles in politics, and voters with donkey brains vote for stupid nightingales with cockerel songs!
  In chess, surrender ends with a handshake, and in politics with the opening of limbs!
  In chess the tones of the pieces are black and white, but in politics they are all bloody and grey!
  It is better to whistle like a robber nightingale than to whistle like a wet hen!
  The whistling nightingale is, of course, a robber, but the silent sparrow is a dead man!
  It's better to whistle like a nightingale in freedom than to crow like a chicken in prison!
  Politicians, pouring out their voices like nightingales, turn voters into roosters at the latrine!
  In war it is better to be a barefoot private boy than a legless old general!
  He who is young in soul, striving first into battle, will also be the last in body to go down to dust!
  The surest path to victory will be trodden by a barefoot boy, if he is not a weakling in his wits!
  Don't be ashamed of your bare feet, boy, be ashamed of being a witless bast shoe!
  A boy without shoes, or rather, will beat an adult if he is completely barefoot!
  Better to be a barefoot child than to be an adult in bast shoes!
  Young years are not a reason not to trust important matters, mature centuries are not a reason for trusting idleness!
  With his bare heels flashing, the young warrior will reach his goal sooner than hobble along in a mud-spattered adult boot!
  A barefoot child is better than an adult's boot and an elderly person wearing bast shoes!
  Why is barefoot childhood under the sun a happy time - because the time of the old bast shoe is as far away as the moon!
  It"s good to be a boy only in the literal sense, but an old man, on the contrary, is good in the figurative sense!
  When two is better than three - if you are young on two legs, than an old man with a crutch on three!
  Any child has the potential to become a ruler, but an aging tyrant has only the grave ahead of him!
  A fox changes its skin twice a year, a politician changes his mask every time he meets voters!
  A barefoot boy is much more agile than an old man's bast shoe, and brings more benefit than an adult's boot!
  To become younger in spirit does not mean to become childish in mind!
  It's better to be a child and laugh at death than to be an old man and be afraid of dying!
  Not all children smile happily, but all laugh carefree!
  You can't spread thank you on bread, but it also has salt!
  If a voter wants to have bread on the table, choose a politician with the salt of truth in his speeches!
  The bread of labor is bitter without the salt of justice!
  If a politician's eloquence flows like a fountain, it will certainly turn into a stream of blood!
  The ruler also needs eloquence, but so that red blood does not flow!
  The main thing is not the destructive madness of the weapon, but the intelligence of the one who uses it!
  A strong fool can kill a weak genius, but he cannot truly subdue even a trivial idiot!
  A good commander is a lion when he is at least a bit of a fox, with a wolf's grip, and not a ram's wits!
  A soldier can become a general, but a ram can never become a lion if he has the mind of a sheep, and he can"t avoid being thrown to the fox for barbecue!
  It's bad to be a sheep that foxes shear, but it's even worse to become a pig that even rams throw into the barbecue!
  If a woman has bare, graceful, beautiful heels, then a man will definitely be ugly stripped to the skin!
  Not every man can become a pirate, but any woman is capable of driving a male out to sea and driving him up the mast!
  For some reason ancient women are ugly, but ancient buildings are beautiful, the fair sex would like the opposite, the ugly is not pleasant!
  He who wears a boot with his mind will get it on his bare heels with a stick!
  Gold is bright and beautiful, but an immoderate desire for it blackens the soul and disfigures thoughts!
  Yellow gold is the color of betrayal, but it is not the metal itself that leads to betrayal, but a heart of stone!
  A heart of stone, alas, is often combined with gold in the pockets, especially if you have nerves of steel!
  The most precious gold is in the heart, but it is precisely this that most often leads to ruin, not for a copper penny!
  A poet is successful when his soul sings, his heart is on fire, envious people are in tears and fortune smiles!
  In order for the matter to burn out a little flame in the heart, you also need icy calm and for the fire of luck not just to smolder, but to blaze like an Olympic torch!
  A goose is not a friend, not only to a pig, an eagle is a mentor not only to a chick!
  Politicians who call themselves eagles, in fact, have all turned out to be thieves!
  If the voter is a brainless chick, even a chicken on the throne will turn into a hawk for him!
  And the chick will imagine itself an eagle if its mentors behave like wet hens!
  Eagles are chosen by those who are as wise as owls, roosters by those who are as stupid as woodpeckers!
  The woodpecker chooses a rooster, expecting that he himself will raise his nose and spread his wings, but you get caught like a chicken in a plucking and stretch out your legs!
  A chick may sing like a nightingale, but it is not a chicken that has the scope of an eagle!
  A true eagle is not necessarily the size of an ostrich, but it is always smarter than a woodpecker!
  Even a chick can become an eagle, if he doesn"t have the brains of a chicken!
  A real man is not the one who has ostrich eggs, but the one who doesn"t have chicken brains!
  Anyone who listens too long to the nightingale trills of politicians risks hearing the croaking of the gravedigger!
  It is good to have the strength of an oak and the flexibility of a willow, but it is worse to be as dumb as a stump and have a big hole in your head!
  Any rooster will be pecked to death if it is not an eagle, but a wet chicken!
  Fearing to be late, do not save time on reconnaissance, here a second saves not only an hour of battle, but also a century of life!
  The pirate girls listened to this witty stream of consciousness and applauded.
  Then Zoya took and sat down to play this unusual hyperchess with Oleg. The boy played white and made the first move with the royal archer across the two squares. Zoya responded with a slinger - asymmetrically. In total there were as many as ninety-six figures - forty-eight on each side. And two hundred and forty squares. Just imagine how many different combinations and constructions there could be.
  Oleg smiled and remarked:
  - It's not like the game "Cossacks", but much cooler!
  Zoya Nikolaevich stamped her bare, tanned, chiseled foot and chirped:
  - Of course! This is much cooler!
  After which the newly-minted girl added:
  - Personally, I liked the jester the most! He's so funny, he wears a cap and he's mobile!
  Oleg chirped:
  A jester can outdo anyone,
  On the shining path...
  It's not always huge,
  But always on top!
  Zoya giggled and noted:
  There is such a wonderful moment in this Russia -
  It"s not easy to guess who"s the jester and who"s the president!
  . CHAPTER #3.
  Natasha - this girl fighter and senior boatswain by rank noted:
  - But it would still be better if there were a hundred figures! How great it would sound - chess of a hundred figures!
  Zoya Nikolaevich agreed, nodding her golden head:
  - Yes, that's true! If we could go back to our time, it would sound very beautiful: chess of three hundred squares, or one hundred figures!
  Oleg, this barefoot cabin boy, did not argue and agreed:
  - Yes, that would sound great! But here it is enough to make just one correction: make two queens. And then there will be twenty-five figures on one line, and fifty on two, and a hundred in total! And there can be three hundred squares, or two hundred and fifty, it is up to you.
  Natasha confirmed:
  - Better two hundred and fifty cells - it will be much more practical!
  Oleg stamped his bare, childish foot and exclaimed:
  - Let's finish this game first! And then we'll finalize the game.
  And the boy and the girl began to cut each other.
  Oleg, however, while playing, remembered one interesting alternative history.
  There the Nazis simply discovered a stainless steel paper clip, and what an impact it had on the course of the war.
  In general, strange as it may seem, but in most parallel universes the course of the Second World War and the Great Patriotic War was even worse for Russia than in reality. Perhaps because the fascist regime that took control of Europe had much greater potential than it was able to realize. The combination of brutal totalitarianism and market elements of the economy is more effective than the liberal capitalism of the West and the overly centralized, egalitarian, bureaucratic Stalinist model. Fortunately, for a number of reasons, both objective and subjective. Including the great luck of the forces opposing Nazism: the fascists were unable to use their numerous trump cards.
  How many German spies were thwarted simply because the Germans used stainless steel paper clips in their documents, while the Russians used simple iron? And how did such a small thing have such a decisive impact on the course of the war?
  In any case, there was a parallel universe where already in October 1941, one very meticulous intelligence officer accidentally discovered this fact. The genuine Soviet documents and the fake German ones got wet and... On the Soviet documents, the paper clip rusted and it was noticeable, but on the German ones, it was not.
  This is a small thing, but its influence on the course of the Great Patriotic War turned out to be quite significant.
  Having avoided failures and working under control, German agents discovered significant evidence of Soviet troops preparing an offensive at Stalingrad. So convincing that the stubborn Adolf Hitler agreed with it and gave the order to regroup the Nazi troops stationed on the Volga. And that mattered.
  If during the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation, the Red Army, having more than twice the forces of the Wehrmacht, was unable to break through the German defense, then at Stalingrad the balance of forces was more favorable for the Nazis.
  And the weather on November 19, 1942 was not conducive to offensive actions. Aviation, especially attack aircraft, was unable to take off, and the artillery preparation had only an extremely limited impact on the enemy's developed defense. The Soviet troops, having gone on the offensive, got bogged down. Even the introduction of tank corps into action could not break through the gap in Hitler's defense.
  Fierce battles also broke out in the Rzhev-Sychovsky direction. They continued until the New Year. Only then, having suffered serious losses, did the Soviet troops in both directions stop their offensive. Hitler held on to the Volga, but the Germans began to be beaten in Africa. Churchill called Montgomery's offensive in Egypt: the end of the beginning. And he also declared that now the allies would only win.
  Indeed, despite the continued transfer of large forces to Africa, Rommel was unlucky and his army suffered defeat after defeat. In order to ensure the conduct of the war on two fronts, the Third Reich had to declare total mobilization in February 1943.
  Moreover, the main objectives of Operation Blau were not achieved. However, in the winter of 1942-1943, the Wehrmacht, unlike real history, managed to avoid a serious defeat in the east. At the end of January, Soviet troops resumed the offensive in the center: the third Rzhev-Sychovsk operation and at Stalingrad. But it was not possible to break through the enemy sitting in a strong defense. The battles resembled, now, the First World War. Protracted, positional. When the one who attacked lost more than the one who defended.
  Operation Iskra to lift the Leningrad blockade was postponed. Stalin wanted to cut off the Rzhev salient as quickly as possible and defeat the enemy at Stalingrad. The Germans, remembering the lessons of the previous winter, actively defended themselves. And they managed to repel the onslaught of the Soviet troops. As it turned out, when the Fritzes are ready, their defense is not easy to break through. And the quality of the German armed forces is still at its best.
  The Soviet offensive lasted until the end of February, but was not successful.
  In early March, the Soviet command attempted an offensive in the Voronezh direction. After initial successes, the Red Army came under Mainstein's counterattack. Large Soviet forces were surrounded and forced to fight their way back. The losses, especially in equipment, were great, and the Germans and their allies were able to strengthen their positions in this direction and completely captured Voronezh and its suburbs.
  During Mainstein's counterattack, Panthers and Tigers took part in combat for the first time. The new tanks partially lived up to expectations. When used correctly, they outperformed Soviet vehicles in head-on combat.
  The spring thaw set in and the eastern front became quiet. Fierce battles raged in Tunisia.
  The Fuhrer tried to hold a foothold in Africa at any cost. To do this, the fascists even decided on an unprecedented step. They gave Franco an ultimatum: either he lets German troops through to Gibraltar, or he is overthrown, as was the Vichy government. The Generalissimo got scared and agreed. At the same time, he addressed the governments of Britain and the USA with a tearful plea: do not declare war on Spain, because it did not happen by his will!
  On April 15, 1943, the Germans began to storm Gibraltar, throwing in the latest Tigers and Panthers. The fortress fell under the blows of hundreds of tanks in two days. The assault was commanded by Paulus, who had been recalled from the Eastern Front. Ironically, the Germans were able to capture the last blocks, houses of Stalingrad and Stalingrad factories only by April 1, 1943. Thus, Paulus partially rehabilitated himself and received the rank of Field Marshal and swords to go with the oak leaves of the Knight's Cross.
  The capture of Gibraltar blocked the British and Americans from entering the Mediterranean from the west. And the fascists themselves were able to invade Morocco by the shortest distance, diverting some of the Allied forces from Tunisia.
  The pressure on the Tunisian bridgehead weakened, and Rommel was transferred again. Hitler decided to freeze military operations in the East for now and try to take control of the Mediterranean.
  The Soviet command also began to adhere to a wait-and-see tactic. That's what Stalin did in real history, and that's what he decided to do now. Let the capitalists bleed themselves, the fools. Let them beat each other, and we'll gather our strength and strike when they're completely exhausted.
  The Germans were still holding northern Tunisia, while the troops under the new Field Marshal Paulus were advancing on Casablanca. The Americans encountered Tigers and Panthers. It turned out that their Sherman was weak against such tanks, as well as the modernized T-4.
  And Churchill, after three months of hesitation, declared war on Spain. However, by this time the Germans had already captured the whole of Morocco and invaded Algeria. Therefore, this did not come as a shock to Franco. On July 25, German troops captured the capital of Algeria and inflicted a crushing defeat on the British. The success was facilitated by a counterattack from Rommel and the sudden defeat and landing of Kisslingring in Malta.
  The Eastern Front was stable and calm. Stalin, whose troops had suffered heavy losses in previous battles, was replenishing the Red Army. The Germans were also forming new divisions and transferring them through the Strait of Gibraltar to the Mediterranean.
  The activity of German submarines led to the tonnage of the American and English fleets being reduced. And this also did not contribute to success in the battles for the largest southern sea in Europe.
  The threatening situation in the Mediterranean led Churchill to decide to land in France on August 6. But the operation took place in unfavorable weather conditions and was poorly prepared.
  On August 10, Rommel and Paulus joined forces, creating a huge cauldron in the east of Algeria. And on August 19, Meinstein, the wily master of traps, cut off the Allied forces from the coast.
  The success of the Fritzes was facilitated by the indecisiveness of the Americans, who considered the landing in France in 1943 premature, an acute shortage of landing craft. A lull on the Eastern Front. In addition, the production of aircraft in Germany in 1943 more than doubled, exceeding thirty-two thousand aircraft per year - fortunately, the Germans had more manpower and controlled territory than reality. And the new Focke-Wulf machines with strong armor and weapons, as well as 30-millimeter cannons, inflicted too much damage on the Allied aviation.
  The disasters in Algeria and France made August 1943 truly black for the Allies.
  Stalin was even pleased with such successes. But Churchill's patience snapped. In the East, even air battles had practically ceased, and the partisans' activity had decreased. The Germans were forming more and more new corps from former Soviet citizens and even creating a semblance of some kind of puppet local governments. So that separate brigades of local nationalists from the East were already fighting in Africa.
  The Bulgarian Tsar Boris also sent three of his best divisions to Tunisia, apparently hoping to get some colonies for himself on the black continent.
  In September, Rommel launched a major offensive in Egypt. He managed to take Tripoli, using the quantitative and qualitative superiority of his forces, just a week after the signal to attack.
  The British and Americans suffered defeat after defeat in Libya. In these conditions, Churchill announced a suspension of any aid supplies to the Bolshevik USSR and demanded an immediate intensification of military operations. Stalin pretended to ignore the ultimatums. Although, of course, preparations for offensive actions were underway. But Koba was cunning and even tried to test the waters for a separate peace. However, by the end of September, the Germans had captured Libya entirely, including Tolbuk, and even broke through to Egypt to Alexandria.
  Paulus managed to bypass the most important English fortified point and reach the Nile further south. In fact, this meant a catastrophe for Britain in Egypt. Then the Germans could reach the Suez Canal and go to Iraq, and from there it was not far to Baku.
  Delay was becoming dangerous, and Stalin gave the order to resume the offensive on Rzhev, as well as to recapture Stalingrad, and at the same time to crush the enemy in the North Caucasus.
  That is, in October, military actions resumed in three directions at once. And in November, also in Leningradsky.
  However, it was not easy to break through the enemy, who was well dug in and had powerful heavy tanks "Panther" and "Tiger". The Soviet troops encountered deep positional defense. And in defense, the new German tanks and self-propelled guns worked well.
  So there were no significant advances in October and November. Except that the German advance was halted at the Suez Canal. And that was only temporary... However, Paulus and Rommel turned their troops to Sudan. And began to seize Africa.
  The Wehrmacht is not yet ready to attack in winter.
  In addition, the Fritzes had high hopes for the Panther-2 as a more advanced machine, and for the Tiger-2 and Lion.
  The winter passed with the Red Army trying to break through the Fritzes' defense. But they were unable to achieve any major successes anywhere. Even if a breakthrough occurred, the enemy restored the situation with a counterattack.
  And the situation was getting worse. In Britain, against the backdrop of military defeats, a political crisis arose. Churchill's cabinet was voted no confidence. And how could it be otherwise, if the smarter Paulus had driven England out of Sudan and Ethiopia.
  The new government offered Germany a separate peace. Considering the greater losses of the USA from the German submarine fleet, Roosevelt did not object. Moreover, his position in America was shaken. And the Japanese managed to win a couple of small victories, slowing down the American advance. So, the point of view - our hut on the edge triumphed.
  Hitler, however, first put forward excessive conditions. Then the compromise was that the French lands and Egypt, as well as what had previously belonged to Italy, were returned. Sudan also became the property of the Third Reich, but the Suez Canal was exploited jointly.
  Thus, having untied his hands in the West, the Fuhrer threw all his forces to the East. The fascists began their offensive in Moscow in May. There was already enough oil thanks to the French and English colonies, and Libya, and Hitler wanted to win as quickly as possible.
  Plus, Türkiye has opened a second front.
  However, the Red Army demonstrated incredible fortitude and heroism in the battles for the Soviet capital. On average, the pace of German advancement did not exceed one kilometer per day. By the end of August, the Nazis were able to advance a maximum of one hundred kilometers with a breakthrough width of just over three hundred.
  They approached Moscow, but ran into the Mozhaisk line of defense. These were modest results. In addition, the Soviet troops constantly counterattacked the enemy. New Soviet tanks T-34-85 and IS-2 took part in the battles. It cannot be said that the Germans completely lost their advantages, but the Red Army did not stand still, as did science!
  New Soviet fighters Yak-3 and La-7 appeared, capable of competing with German propeller-driven aircraft. True, the enemy had very strong jet trump cards in return. ME-262 and HE-162 had no analogues in the world. Hitler also decided to ban the production and development of tanks lighter than fifty tons. As a result, the T-4 and Panther were written off. The Panther-2 turned out to weigh 50.2 tons and had a powerful gun with an engine of 900 horsepower. The King Tiger and Lion grew into monsters of almost 70 tons. Soviet machines did not exceed 47 tons in weight according to a party decree.
  Having failed to take Moscow, the fascists turned their attention to Leningrad. They were really fed up with that city. In September, massive artillery shelling began. Both 1000-mm caliber guns and winged robotic projectiles took part in it.
  Hitler ordered to take Leningrad at any cost.
  The city managed to repel three assaults in September-October. However, the Germans were able to advance from ten to twenty kilometers, and also captured the Peterhof bridgehead. In some places, their units entered the city, worsening the operational situation of the group. In November 1944, after the victory of the fascists in the parliamentary elections, Sweden also entered the war against the USSR.
  It actively advertised the slogan: revenge for defeats from Peter the Great and Alexander. New Swedish divisions arrived at the front and together with the Finns began an offensive on the city from the north. And the Nazis renewed their attacks using, among other things, the "Sturmtiger" and the even more powerful "Sturmaus", as well as the E-100 tank, the world's first serial monster weighing more than a hundred tons.
  Despite the mass heroism and fortitude of Soviet soldiers and militias, as well as the desperate diversionary counteroffensive on Novgorod, the city could not be saved. Nevertheless, the last quarter fell only on January 27, 1945, showing an example of boundless fortitude. And the city itself held out for a whole: 1270 days! Probably a record-breaking city blockade in modern warfare.
  Although the Germans and their allies suffered huge losses, the goal was still partially achieved. The second largest and most important Soviet city fell, and the hands of the most powerful enemy group were untied.
  In winter, the battles were fierce. The Germans used serial, jet aviation to the fullest. The USSR did not have a parity force against them. This prevented them from achieving an advantage in the air. On the contrary, the enemy dominated there. Just as the German tanks retained their advantages for now. And even increased them with the appearance of the "E" series.
  Compared to the Tigers and Panthers, the E series tanks had a more compact layout, a low silhouette, and, as a result, much thicker sloped armor.
  The answer of Soviet science was only the IS-3, with stronger protection of the turret front. The T-54 was still only being developed, and the T-44 was no more successful.
  Hitler, however, changed his plans in May 1945. And limiting himself to isolated attacks, he carried out the main offensive in the Caucasus. It was more convenient to fight there. So after the capture of Stalingrad, the supply of the Soviet group turned out to be difficult. In addition, in February, Soviet troops inflicted a strong defeat on the Ottomans in Transcaucasia, forcing the Turks to flee from Yerevan and liberating the Kars region.
  The Germans broke through the defense and, moving along the Volga, reached the Caspian Sea. Grozny fell on June 15, after stubborn battles, Sukhumi on June 23, Zugdidi on the 29th of the same month. Tbilisi was taken at the end of July together with Kutaisi. In August, the fascist vultures finally captured Dagestan, as well as Poti, and reached Armenia from the north. In September, they joined the Turks, and the storming of Baku began. The key city held out until November 6, 1945. Separate battles in the mountains, especially in Yerevan, lasted until the end of December.
  Fierce battles were also taking place in the center. The Germans were able to come close to Tula and even take Kalinin, but were stopped further. Nevertheless, the front line approached, and there were already places no more than eighty kilometers from the capital.
  The year 1946 began with a hot winter. The Soviet command, wanting to forestall the German offensive, desperately rushed at the enemy.
  Alas, the enemy's advantage in the air only increased. Luftwaffe jet aircraft, unfortunately, were constantly improving. New modifications of the ME-262 appeared, including a super-fast one. Also a powerful jet fighter TA-183, a more advanced NE-262 with swept wings, and a real masterpiece of aircraft construction ME-1010 with controlled sweep wings.
  The USSR's main fighter remained the Yak-9. Once a new, but now clearly morally obsolete machine.
  But the Luftwaffe also has the Ju-287, and the Ju-387, TA-400, TA-500 jet bomber has appeared. And jet attack aircraft. And the HE-377 jet and the HE-477, also jet and multi-purpose.
  And the E-70 series with tanks weighing as much as the King Tiger, but with much stronger protection.
  But the pyramidal tank, shown in metal for the Fuhrer's birthday on April 20, 1946, became a real masterpiece. Hitler personally gave it the name "Imperial Lion".
  The vehicle was shaped like an elongated flattened pyramid, with small rollers covering the entire bottom of the tank. Thus, it had no tray, which significantly increased cross-country ability. In addition, the tank had no roof, and its armor from all angles had a high angle of rational inclination. With a weight of 99 tons, the vehicle was armed with a 128-millimeter anti-aircraft gun with a barrel length of 100 EL, had an engine of 1800 horsepower, and frontal armor of 300 millimeters. Moreover, the plates were at large angles of rational inclination, in the first frontal half and 250 millimeters in the second inclined half. Thus, it turned out to be the most powerful tank in the world, impenetrable from all firing points and when attacking with bombs from above.
  The Fuhrer immediately ordered that it be put into production as quickly as possible and at the same time that an assault modification with a howitzer and a mortar be created.
  So the fascists stocked up and had to be defeated. But, unfortunately, they came across a very stubborn and technically strong enemy. And at the end of May, according to tradition, when the roads dry up, the offensive began.
  The Fritzes tried to bypass Moscow and Tula. The battles were unprecedented in intensity and scope. But the Soviet troops were worthy of being called invincible. In three months of continuous battles, the Nazis were only able to encircle Tula and reach Kashin and approach Moscow from the north, partially cutting off communications. The battles were already taking place on the streets of the city itself.
  Stalin left the capital and evacuated to Kuibyshev. But the Nazis began an offensive on Saratov in July. This city fell on August 8. Since Kuibyshev was now dangerously close to the front, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief moved his headquarters to Sverdlovsk. The fighting in Moscow continued in September. Kashira fell on the 18th. In early October, the capital of the USSR was almost surrounded, and on the 29th, after fierce fighting, Kuibyshev fell. In addition, the Germans captured Guryev and Uralsk.
  November was marked by terrible battles. On November 7, the Fritzes broke through to the Kremlin, but were thrown back by a desperate counterattack. And during this battle, the acting commandant of Moscow, Marshal Rokossovsky, died!
  And the famous Soviet pilot Kozhedub shot down the hundredth German plane, becoming the first Soviet person to be awarded the title of Hero of the USSR four times. And also on November 7, 1946.
  On December 4, the blockade ring around Moscow was finally closed. But the capital and the remnants of its heroic garrison fought until Orthodox Christmas on January 7, 1947.
  The storming of the capital was led by Meinstein. For this he was awarded the second Order of the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross after Hermann Goering.
  But the war is not over yet. Stalin promised from Sverdlovsk to continue the fight. The Germans were also pretty exhausted. In the south, their troops approached Penza and Ulyanovsk and stopped. In March, the Soviets launched counterattacks. But in April, they were still forced to leave Ryazan. And in May, the Nazis surrounded the city of Gorky, and broke through to Kazan in the south. In June, the Fritzes captured Orenburg and approached Ufa. The resistance of the Red Army weakened, morale fell, and mass desertions began. They had always been there, but after the fall of the capital, they intensified many times over. No one had any desire to die for Stalin. But people fought against fascism for their homeland.
  The authority of the Soviet government also fell. In July, the Germans broke into Sverdlovsk. Stalin and his retinue went to Novosibirsk. The Urals were in full swing until August... The Germans were hampered by the length of their communications and the active actions of the partisans. But further war had already lost its meaning.
  Stalin, however, still had some hope. The Germans broke into Tobolsk in September. But they were held up by heavy autumn rains. The approach of winter halted the advance in Siberia, but the fascists managed to seize all of Central Asia. They did not risk going to Novosibirsk in the winter. But Stalin was also unwell and moved to warmer Vladivostok.
  The year 1948 arrived. The fascists already had flying discs in their arsenal. In addition, more compact tanks with turbojet engines appeared. In fact, after it got warmer, all they had to do was move on a victorious march and occupy cities.
  But Beria baited the already seriously ill Stalin and offered the Third Reich capitulation, on the condition that Soviet power in Siberia be preserved.
  Hitler, who was himself damn tired of the war, almost agreed, but first he captured Novosibirsk in May 1948. And the capitulation was signed on June 22, 1948, on a symbolic date - exactly seven years from the moment of the attack on the USSR. That's how the Second World War ended. The USA had already defeated Japan in 1945 and tested an atomic bomb. So the Fuhrer had no business going overseas.
  Beria, however, did not rule for long. The most famous Soviet ace, Marshal of Aviation, seven-time Hero of the USSR Kozhedub was able to carry out a military coup and overthrow the unpopular chairman of the State Defense Committee. Beria and a number of his accomplices were shot. In the Third Reich itself, in March 1953, patriots finished off Hitler. And Goering died of drug abuse a little earlier, and Himmler was shot because of suspicions of conspiracy.
  A brutal struggle unfolded between the SS led by Schellenberg and the armed forces with Generalissimo Meinstein. It all resulted in a civil war. As a result, the Third Reich collapsed. And the curtailed USSR began to gradually restore its influence. History again went in a spiral. The fantastic rise of Germany, swollen steeper than the empire of Genghis Khan, then the death of the main leader - chaos and extinction.
  And the gradual gathering of principalities, only the city of Baikalsk became the capital. The USSR, divided into many provinces with puppet provinces installed by the Germans, was united again. The biggest victory was the annexation of Moscow, which threw off the Nazi yoke. True, Ukraine, Belarus and the Baltics, as well as Georgia, Armenia, Azerbaijan retained their sovereignty. After the collapse of the Third Reich, the United States became the world hegemon. In China, too, a pro-American government was established.
  But gradually the Celestial Empire became more and more independent. In the USSR, after the de facto dictatorship of Kozhedub, a presidential constitution was established, but with a limitation of two terms in power. Elections were held on an alternative basis, and the post of president was called differently: people's chairman.
  The country had a mixed and rapidly developing economy.
  But here's how history changed from one paper clip. They lost the Second World War, although they fought valiantly. And the result was disastrous. Moreover, Germany was only able to achieve greatness for a while.
  And the US was gradually losing influence, the world was becoming multipolar, which meant there was more and more chaos in it. And on the contrary, there was less order. And approximately like in the present twenty-first century.
  Well, why is humanity so drawn to fragmentation and chaos?
  . CHAPTER #4.
  The brig continued to fill her sails. After their recent success, the pirate girls were cheerful and jumping up and down. Their bare, tanned calves were shaking. The girls were distinguished by their magnificence and beauty, both painted and wild.
  Zoya Nikolaevich whistled something through her nose. And even tried to sing.
  And so she and the pirates took something and performed it with gusto:
  The Russian girls were born by the gods,
  They are giants in their figure...
  Now the servants of Satan have fled,
  After all, the daughters of all forces are invincible!
  
  Elena, you are the daughter of God Svarog,
  That he is a strong master of weapons...
  He will undoubtedly show his might in battle,
  So that there is no hello girls, hello!
  
  Zoya - simply means life,
  Daughter of the light of the most holy Belobog...
  You, boy, stick with her in battle,
  If a girl is a coward, she will be judged severely!
  
  Victoria, born of evil,
  Her father God is black and great...
  In battle she is simply Satan,
  The pressure in the battle will be simply wild!
  
  Hope and her Father Perun,
  Here the brightest lightning flashes...
  And a furious hurricane blew,
  And the lilac blossomed in beautiful May!
  
  Such are the daughters of the Russian Gods,
  They hover above them like cherubs...
  No need to waste unnecessary words,
  They are invincible in battle!
  
  Girls rush barefoot through the snow,
  For them, this is simply normal...
  They don't make mistakes in battle,
  They do an excellent job!
  
  They fought with different hordes,
  With massive and numerous infantry...
  And against them, Mars himself is a tough fighter,
  Having defeats and ups!
  
  Here we are capable of making a strong move,
  To chop off a lot of heads at once with one swing...
  If it happens, then the opposite will happen,
  We'll rob the cash register if we need to!
  
  Keeping silent is not convenient for girls, you know.
  Their tongues are sharp - like steel daggers...
  And the girls go into battle barefoot,
  To get, capable, I know a lot of glory!
  
  Elena set fire to the orcs' tank,
  And he burned hotly like a torch...
  That's just the way things are,
  And her pressure hasn't gone away!
  
  And Zoya is simply a flower,
  And believe me, the voice is sweeter than honey...
  Here a sprout is breaking through the snow,
  And freedom matures in joy!
  
  She took the Orkish plane,
  Making it really blossom...
  And sends evil enemies flying,
  May the fierce Herod-Cain be punished!
  
  Victoria fights like hell,
  And set fire to the orcs' self-propelled gun...
  Pobeda opened an endless account,
  And with her bare heel she tore apart the swarm!
  
  After all, the red-haired beauty is not simple,
  She is a fighter against the dark power of God...
  Always runs barefoot in battle,
  And it"s obvious that she"s untouchable with a man!
  
  Hope crushed the stormtrooper,
  She is a top-class fighter of Perun...
  She won't let her enemies forget for a moment,
  That she was born in battle as a brave ace!
  
  Now if this girl is in battle,
  Will show his brave skill...
  She screams: I'll beat the enemies now,
  And it simply evokes amazement!
  
  Four brave knight girls,
  Believe me, it can show something like this...
  A powerful machine gun has become your friend,
  Capable of destroying evil orcs!
  
  Let our faith live in our hearts,
  In the Gods who forever protect Rus'...
  Let's plunge the trident into the bastard's fat side,
  To see the elvenism of the distance!
  
  When the enemy attacks us,
  Girls, let's unite even more strongly...
  We will show the greatest class in battle,
  No wonder even the Fuhrer shot himself!
  
  And what is this furry orc?
  It stinks very badly and stinks...
  I wish the Fuhrer with the bald head would die,
  And that Abel would rule, not Cain!
  
  The Fatherland has been for us since ancient times,
  That even King Pea was not born...
  Under the rustle of bright, colorful banners,
  Svarog, the God of swords, appeared to the Slavs!
  
  And he began to teach people how to fight,
  How to fence and fight very bravely...
  Write this down in your notebook,
  That you will fight the enemy to the end!
  
  Svarog He is the gunsmith and the Creator,
  It"s not for nothing that people say "cook up a fuss"...
  And father to the knights of the Fatherland,
  When will grace reign!
  
  And White is the brightest God in the world,
  Brings goodness to all people on the planet...
  Bends malice like a bronze horn,
  And adults and children have fun!
  
  He taught us to sow and plow,
  And to reap countless harvests...
  No, people won't have to go hungry,
  When sickles of strong steel ring!
  
  He made old men and women look younger,
  So that people all over the Earth would be beautiful...
  You know, you have gained quite a bit of strength,
  So let's be fair, of course!
  
  Yes, of course there is a Black, Terrible God,
  Which does not allow us to relax...
  He drives a man into a coffin,
  And makes you fight bravely in battle!
  
  Of course, sometimes you get tired of evil,
  And they pray for mercy: the Slavs of Rod...
  So the robber sharpened a sharp knife,
  And he encroached on people's freedom!
  
  But of course we need Chernobog,
  So that people don"t doze off in idleness...
  To be ready to fight back against enemies,
  So that they storm and give science!
  
  Therefore, suffering will harden,
  They will make us stronger and more durable...
  And I know there will be a great result,
  We will be a horn, passing even more powerfully!
  
  Perun gives fires and rains,
  And lightning flashes in cascades...
  Let there be only joy ahead,
  The girls' bare heels are flashing!
  
  Yes, God is sometimes harsh,
  Sometimes there is a drought, sometimes the soil shakes...
  Sometimes it will fill a whole ditch with water,
  And then the sun dries you out with its heat!
  
  Well, what is this necessary God,
  The Slavs now send their respects to him...
  And of course we will fulfill our duty to you,
  So that we are not as stupid as parrots!
  
  Girls can overcome everything,
  They are relatives of the Gods, not slaves...
  Here lies a bear, bleeding to death,
  They trampled him with bare heels!
  
  They are beautiful, always young,
  Although they have been living for many centuries...
  They are attacked by the servants of Satan,
  Know that the girls will answer your calls!
  
  Here they leave a bare footprint,
  Their beauty drives boys crazy...
  Let their feat in battle be praised,
  And Lada, believe me, will give birth to a new world!
  
  Girls are fame and success,
  Of the cosmic, magical era...
  We will defeat all the evil orcs,
  Because the holy Gods are for the Slavs!
  
  May there be peace and joy for the people,
  The girls crush their enemies with their bare heels...
  Let the evil enemy be destroyed,
  We don't play hide and seek with the fate of the world!
  
  When victory over all evil comes,
  The time will come when we will all become happier...
  Let's celebrate the new year with honor,
  In the name of Mother Saint Elfia!
  Meanwhile, Oleg Rybachenko was pedaling his feet, which was charging a homemade generator. And at the same time, the boy genius was thinking and mentally composing. What would have happened if Hitler and Nazi Germany had continued the war in the West, and the USSR had fought Japan? What would have happened then?
  In a parallel universe, Hitler decided to postpone the war with the USSR until the final victory in the West. And Japan, which still had ideas about the Bushido code, and was not used to taking losses into account, went and attacked the USSR to take revenge on Khalkhin Gol.
  Before the US entered the war, Hitler ordered to strengthen Rommel's group in Africa. And to avoid problems with supplies and troop transfer, he ordered to destroy and capture the English base in Malta.
  And it was indeed dealt a strong blow, followed by a landing of troops.
  And additional forces, including women's battalions, were transferred to Africa.
  Well, that's one part of the story of what's going on in the USSR.
  Seryozhka, for example, ended up in a children's labor colony at the age of twelve. And so a group of boy prisoners are driven to agricultural work. The children here are from ten to fourteen years old. How do they take those who are younger than twelve? They just add extra years to their ages. So Seryozhka was lucky in this regard.
  The boys are naked, wearing only their underwear, and are carrying hoes and shovels in their hands. Of course, they are walking barefoot. This is not entirely familiar to Seryozhka. His bare, childish feet are blistered and hurt terribly. The other boys have mostly gotten used to it, and their feet have become very calloused. But some boys' feet are cracked and bleeding.
  The children's heads are shaved bald, and they themselves are quite thin, so the authorities and guards steal the rations.
  Seryozhka got only bread and water for breakfast, porridge for lunch, without butter or salt, and bread and water for dinner. From this meager food you can see how the boy's ribs showed through, but is he the only one like that?
  It wasn't sweet in the pretrial detention center either. And fingerprinting, not only from the palms, but also from the soles of bare feet, which doesn't hurt, just tickles and humiliates. Then a bald shave and then a photo taken in this state. And a humiliating, meticulous search that two young women in white coats arranged after putting rubber gloves on their hands. And writing down all the signs when you stand naked in a cage. And when they stick their fingers in your mouth and press on the root of your tongue, which makes you feel sick.
  Yes, it is very unpleasant. Moreover, they spray you with chlorine, which stings your skin, and then pour water from a hose - first hot, then cold.
  And then a cell with more than a hundred boys on three-tiered bunks, stinking and cramped. You can't even swallow a bite. You're wearing only a prison uniform, with short pants, and they don't give you shoes, although the cell is quite warm in the spring because of the many bodies.
  And now it"s summer and they are marching with songs:
  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 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 #5.
  Seryozhka is working in the field after the song. Several hours have already passed, the children are tired and hungry. But they work well, although it is not easy for them. The boy's bare feet burn and itch from the large gravel on the roads, and it hurts to step on the soles. But he continues to work. And the pioneers here show enthusiasm. More precisely, not pioneers, but prison boys. But they are distinguished from pioneers by the absence of red ties. And so the children in freedom usually march in formation and barefoot, and prefer to work without T-shirts and shirts.
  Seryozhka smiles. He is in a children's labor colony. And he admits that it is not so bad here. Fresh air, sunny, a gentle breeze blows on his naked, somewhat bony torso after a hunger strike in the pretrial detention center.
  The boys are working and having fun. Finally, the command to stand down sounds. And they again walk barefoot into the barracks, where it is a little more spacious and fresh than the pretrial detention prison.
  Children fall asleep without difficulty after hard work in the fresh air. And Seryozhka, even on wooden boards, easily immerses himself in the arms of Morpheus.
  And he dreams of something interesting and entertaining.
  And the Germans themselves not only fought, but also committed cruel atrocities. During the battles, the front line was often reshuffled. And so the boy scout Seryozhka Panteleyev fell into a trap.
  A twelve-year-old boy found himself in a German casemate, he was stripped and searched, and they found a notebook and a small American pistol.
  A German female officer asked Seryozhka in Russian:
  - Do you want to live, boy?
  Panteleev, lowering his head, replied:
  - I am not guilty of anything!
  The woman's eyes flashed fiercely and she said menacingly:
  - You weren't alone... Where did the two older comrades go?
  Seryozhka shuddered and answered reluctantly:
  - Even if I knew, I still wouldn't tell... - Then the boy raised his head and shouted. - And you're going to die soon anyway!
  The woman giggled maliciously:
  - You're wrong! The Fuhrer is invincible, and you still have a lot to tell us!
  Seryozhka was taken out into the snow in just his white shorts. His bare feet were pricked by the cold and slippery surface with its icy crust, and a cold breeze walked along the skinny boy's bare ribs, sticking out like the bars of a basket, tickling unpleasantly. The boy began to shake not only from the cold, but also from fear. He seemed so helpless and pitiful. The woman walked behind him, and the snow crunched under her boots.
  Seryozhka involuntarily rubbed his cold, slightly rough soles and tried to quicken his pace. But his hands, tied behind him with a rope, involuntarily twitched. The boy stopped. Buckets of ice water had already been prepared in advance, a huge bunch of fresh rods. There was a roughly carved rack, a fire was burning, on which tongs were warming themselves, and a disgustingly grinning executioner. A heartless kat, prepared for a thorough interrogation.
  Seryozhka stepped back and closed his eyes. The child scout became scared - would they really start torturing him like this, right in the cold?
  But it looks like that's exactly how it will be, and they will torture him publicly - here they are driving a crowd to the parade. The German guards are shouting menacingly. A Russian, fair-haired boy, is desperately trying to stop shivering, the frost is already burning his heels, but despite the cold, sweat is running down the boy's thin but sinewy body.
  The woman meanwhile took a cigarette case and a lighter out of her pocket. She slowly lit it, and then suddenly thrust the burning cigarette under the boy's sharp shoulder blade.
  Seryozhka involuntarily screamed and received a fist to the nose. A weak juice flowed out. And the snake woman hissed:
  - Tell us quickly, where else is your contact, what is the password for the underground?
  The boy shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - I still won't tell you anything! I'll never tell you!
  The woman ordered harshly:
  - Then put him on the rack!
  Seryozhka's hands were already tied behind his back, and the executioner's assistant roughly pushed the boy. Several Hungarian women sympathetically squealed in their own language:
  - Oh! Oh! He's just a child!
  - Completely naked in the cold...
  - Are they really going to torture him?
  Seryozhka did not know Hungarian, but he had learned to understand German quite well - otherwise, what kind of a scout is he if he does not know the language of a potential enemy! But he, of course, hid this from the invaders and tried to seem stupid, yes. One of the executioner's short assistants knocked off the mask and was forced to take it off. Seryozhka whistled in surprise. Still a girl, with light red hair braided into thin pigtails, found herself in the carnivorous team.
  The young German woman, catching the boy's gaze, stuck out her tongue and hissed in German:
  - I'm strong! I'll break and rip out your bones with hot pliers!
  Seryozhka glanced at the tongs and turned pale. If the small flame of a cigarette made the bare skin under his shoulder blade ache so painfully and disgustingly, what would happen when the red iron smelling of hell touched his body?
  The female officer ordered in a barking tone:
  - Hang the boy on the rack!
  The executioner girl, without putting on a mask, very deftly threw a hook onto the strong rope that tied the young scout's hands. Another, more massive, black-masked assistant of the executioner, with the help of a rotating device pulled the chain to which the hook was attached.
  Flexible as an acrobat, Seryozhka felt almost no pain when his arms shot up and his shoulders twisted on the rack. Of course, the scout had a lot of experience climbing through vents, up chimney pipes, and even took lessons from circus performers. However, the executioner's assistant, showing her un-girlish strength, deftly threw the stocks onto the boy's bare feet and firmly snapped the locks.
  Judging by her grimace, despite her dexterity, it was hard to put on the block, and pain shot through the shoulders and ligaments of the boy, whose weight had more than doubled. Now the real torture began.
  A young nurse in a white coat and rubber gloves went to the boy scout. She put her hand in front of the boy's heart and listened to his pulse, then smiling with a savage joy said:
  - He has a very strong heart, he can endure a lot!
  The female officer hissed in Russian:
  - Tell me the password!
  Seryozhka, remembering the boy Kibalchich, whom the bourgeoisie probably also crucified naked on the rack and demanded that he reveal the most important secret, added courage to himself. Strangely enough, real pain suppressed fear and gave him the strength to resist Hitler's abomination.
  The young scout exclaimed:
  - I won't tell you anything! And Hitler will be dared and impaled!
  The woman, who had been present at interrogations many times before and had completely lost all semblance of conscience and pity, laconically ordered:
  - Hit!
  A young girl took on the task of beating the boy. She is probably an expert in flogging numerous underage captives. She is capable of causing pain, but at the same time not flogging to death and not allowing to dive from the hell of torture into the paradise of total "disconnection" of consciousness.
  The blows fell on Seryozhka's thin but sinewy back, biting him like a swarm of shoulders.
  It was painful, but the boy, breathing heavily and opening his mouth, did not scream in pain. He imagined this as the real battle in which Malchish-Kibalchish takes part. In place of Malchish-Kibalchish, he fights and commands - Seryozhka. Only they fight not with White Army soldiers, but with real fascists.
  Here come the terrifying German Tigers, machines whose very appearance is extremely terrifying. But now they look like cardboard and you're hacking at them with a saber!
  The female officer, seeing that the boy, despite his open eyes, was practically not reacting to the blows, harshly ordered:
  - And now the brazier!
  The girl-tormentor jumped up to the brazier and took a jar of olive oil from her drawer. Then she ran up to the boy, and, grimacing in contempt, began to smear the boy's hard soles of his feet, which had not yet softened after the barefoot summer.
  Seryozhka even felt pleased when warm girlish hands and heated oil touched his frozen, bare feet. The boy grunted contentedly, but the merciless executioner girl showed him her fist and said in broken Russian:
  - We'll fry your heels, boy! You'll howl like a wolf!
  Seryozhka remembered a movie he had seen in a movie theater just before the war: "Treasure Island." There, a girl dressed as a cabin boy was also threatened with having her heels fried. This meant something painful and apparently bad. Then, out of curiosity, Seryozhka lit a candle and brought his round, childish heel to the flame.
  How he screamed then in a voice that wasn't his own! It really was very painful and a crimson blister swelled on his heel, which was impossible to stand on. So the boy was forced to walk on his right foot on his toes for some time. The blister, however, quickly went away, but the memories remained.
  In the fall, when the boy's feet had become rough and calloused, Sergey tried to run on coals. Some Romanian boys could do that. However, it still burned him - apparently they had their own local secrets. But on broken glass, calloused soles could, if they distributed their weight evenly. Not to mention running on sharp mountain rocks. This was almost the norm for Seryozhka.
  The memories distracted me from the moment when a small fire flared up under my feet. This method of torture is to fry bare heels, slowly but painfully for a long time. And the oil does not allow the thick, rough skin of the soles to burn. And it really is so painful and most importantly the pain gradually increases, to the point of unbearable.
  Seryozhka's back, sides, buttocks, and even his legs from behind were already striped to bloody stripes. But the pain was somehow dulled. Maybe the combination of several sufferings dulled it, or the memories of the tortured pioneer heroes gave him courage.
  But it is a fact that in real history, few of the children who were captured by the Nazis cracked and gave away secrets during interrogation. Adults were cracked under torture faster and more often. So the unbending pioneers in the Nazi dungeons are not a myth at all!
  At first Seryozhka felt a pleasant warmth in his soles, but then it began to burn, as if boiling water had poured down. The pain was very burning and the boy scout desperately pulled his legs up, lifting the heavy block that cut his ankles with its steel ends. Then the girl torturer, apparently expecting something similar from the captive, plopped a heavy log on the block. A sharp pain pierced his joints, ligaments and shoulders, causing the boy to scream.
  Now the torture intensified, hands were literally torn out, and legs were burned. Sergey Panteleev had read more than once how partisans were tortured during interrogations and, at the most difficult moment, loss of consciousness came to the rescue. And then you fall through, like a deep dungeon.
  But Seryozhka was distinguished by his very strong head and the fact that he did not lose his composure, even when he got hit hard on the head. And the executioners, probably professionals, know how to torture.
  It was very painful, and then the female officer herself decided to have some fun. They handed her a crowbar heated in the flame, and she began to cauterize the most sensitive places on the boy's sinewy body.
  And then, in order to contain the screams, Seryozhka, like a true pioneer hero, began to sing;
  We will protect you, my native land,
  The boundless expanses of the Fatherland,
  The Russian people are united with the party -
  Frost draws patterns on the window!
  
  For me a red tie is a scarlet banner,
  He was tied to pride and conscience!
  We were marching in formation in the hot summer,
  The fire illuminates autumn like ruby!
  
  But the Wehrmacht suddenly struck like a sledgehammer,
  Soviet soldier, you cannot bear the shame!
  We'll make things very hot for the fascists,
  And put that filthy Hitler on a stake!
  
  We pioneers are all united in the ranks,
  Fighting for the Fatherland is our goal!
  The soldier of Rus' is invincible in battles,
  And whoever is a Nazi, in essence, is just a stump!
  
  You know, we went to the front at the call of our hearts,
  Even though they didn't want to let the boys in,
  But we can"t sit, we"re locked up on the desk,
  Only at the front will you get a solid A!
  
  Even though our troops are retreating under fire,
  But we believe that the Wehrmacht will be defeated!
  Our troops are melting like icicles,
  But God knows, He has pronounced a sentence on the Reich!
  
  The girl fights barefoot,
  The boys tore off all their noses,
  The young country of the Soviets is blossoming,
  And we, in essence, are knight-eagles!
  The boy scout sang, and the pain retreated, neither the brazier nor the hot metal bothered him, and it even seemed like huge eagle wings were spreading out behind his back.
  The girl torturer, in frustration, snatched a whip made of steel and barbed wire that had been heated over the fire and began to beat the boy on his already bloody and broken back.
  But Seryozhka sang with more and more enthusiasm;
  We will fight Nazism to the end,
  Since there are no more important matters for Russians,
  A scarlet bird soars above the world,
  Our dear nightingale has become a hawk!
  
  The mother is young, but already gray-haired,
  From the icons the faces of the saints shine like gloss,
  You are my dear homeland,
  I'm ready to fight to the death for you!
  
  The hunt to hoist the hellish Reich on the yardarm,
  The machine gun was captured by ingenuity,
  And the fighter is inspired by a high goal,
  He picked up a grenade and went towards the tank!
  
  Just a boy, and there's slush under his feet,
  There is already frost in the morning, but you are barefoot,
  But it is not proper for pioneers to cry,
  Who is a coward already lies under Satan!
  
  Therefore there is no place for idleness,
  It will only lead to the hell of the abyss,
  Another exclaimed: I do not accept fear,
  The plane cut through the sky with its jet!
  
  Yes, the boy envies the pilots,
  They fly in the sky - they strike the darkness...
  And you only have a rusty rifle,
  You are a snot-nosed Octobrist commander!
  
  But there is such a word - you have to fight,
  There is no other choice, no way,
  We were simple children once,
  But warriors, for now, the villain is alive!
  
  Already near Moscow the evil Wehrmacht is firing cannons,
  The earth shakes from the big bombs - darkness!
  You describe the pain of the earth - wise Pushkin,
  Came to Earth - merciless fear!
  
  When the frost drives in needles - in the heat of summer,
  We invigorate ourselves with a soft, wonderful vision,
  How good it was for us in the hour of dawn's dream,
  We ran barefoot, through emerald grass!
  
  Let the snow under the bare sole of a child,
  But Stalin warms the pioneer with his faith!
  And the laughter in response was very loud,
  That retreat in the fury of the blizzard!
  
  So, know that the reptile-cat is waiting for Mammon,
  Let's put an end to the power, the prodigal adversary -
  Now the earth is shaking from the thunder,
  And the sky was covered with cast-iron darkness!
  
  The frost did not break us, because our spirit is hot,
  And he gave the Fritzes' ears a severe frostbite...
  But anyone who is truly sighted can see,
  Why are we soldiers mowing this rubbish?
  The German executioners torturing Seryozhka Panteleyev literally had their eyes bulging from the effort. The girl-torturer was flushed like a lobster, and beads of turbid sweat were trickling down her pretty, but distorted by frenzied anger, face. The Hitlerite executioners were powerless before the child's courage and his heroic song.
  From Moscow the path to the success of Stalingrad,
  They are still kids, but their minds are already grown up,
  Before the fight we sit - a young couple,
  They cast a shadow over us, the pines are in scorch!
  
  Well, what do we believe in the power of change?
  That the Volga will become a grave for all the Fritzes...
  What an abomination of technotronic Sodom,
  Thrown into Tartarus by Soviet force!
  
  Our God is not an idol made of simple plaster,
  Lenin's precepts lead to success,
  We have to fight the steel horde,
  The exploits will be glorified in poems!
  
  Know that a song cuts steel more accurately than metal,
  She is the most unstrung eagle!
  I pray that our courage will not be wasted,
  So as not to confuse, it"s nonsense and fiction!
  
  After all, there are many temptations in this world,
  Sometimes I'm even afraid for my young life...
  But if the enemy is at your doorstep,
  There is no way to avoid hand-to-hand combat!
  
  The cauldron near Stalingrad is tightly closed,
  Oh Volga, which ran along the battle...
  It is impossible to complete this institute by correspondence,
  Needed to fuse spirit and deprivation!
  
  Let us come, even with sorrow, to the end in May,
  No one has ever seen Slavs submissive to captivity,
  We will win, I know it for sure,
  Let us walk and sing in the spacious meadows!
  
  But the Wehrmacht broke down - we are on the attack,
  It was also very scary near Kursk...
  The Cossacks boldly with a saber and in a papakha,
  They rushed at the Tiger, the beaten Fritz bravely!
  
  We fought there, as pioneers should,
  They threw bombs, tracks into the spray...
  Although it"s hard, with the shells it"s straining,
  Our thoughts became only about triumph!
  
  What the Tiger did was just shed its fangs,
  We also skinned the Panther...
  We approach the Dnieper - fiery autumn,
  When will you and I be in Berlin?
  
  There is no place in slavery - no paradise,
  Since it is shameful for Russians to bend their backs,
  To blossom, to be eternally well-fed, to be white on the edge,
  Raise noble descendants!
  
  Here is Kyiv, a symbol of our unity,
  We stormed it barefoot!
  For the glory of peace, in the Sun of Communism,
  Let's go, we're attacking the Wehrmacht, guys!
  
  And in Minsk, taken, they joined the Komsomol,
  Although a year was definitely not enough,
  But we beat the Fritzes so furiously,
  That everyone recognized - we are soldiers of Rus'!
  
  And if necessary, we rule the mountains,
  Science will give you power that cannot be measured,
  It was hard for us, we were freezing, we were hungry,
  But do not succumb to poisonous laziness!
  
  Yes, many of ours did not return from the battle,
  There are miles left, and miles of corpses,
  But know that in Berlin we meet youth,
  The elders' wives were wailing over the grave!
  
  We gave it to the enemies well,
  Such boundless power was broken,
  Communism opened up holy horizons for us,
  Show the way for Mother Russia!
  . CHAPTER #6.
  Zoya Nikolaevich experienced a lot in her previous long life, and in this world too.
  But what else did she not have - no matter what a child amuses herself with, as long as she doesn"t hang herself.
  And what glorious deeds did she perform:
  The girls waged a heroic war against the Taliban.
  Natasha took and carried out a mill with her swords. She chopped off the mujahideen's heads, then threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For the great Mother of the Gods Lada!
  Zoya, firing machine guns at her enemies and chopping off their heads with swords, cooed:
  - For Svarog!
  And her bare, graceful foot threw a grenade of deadly destructive force.
  The fighting Augustine fights with renewed vigor. And her copper-red hair flutters in the wind like Lenin's banner.
  The warrior throws a lemon with her bare toes and screams:
  - Glory to the era of Yarilo!
  After which, lightning shoots out from her scarlet nipple.
  Svetlana also fights, cuts down the Taliban, and throws a boomerang with her bare heel, saying:
  - For Kievan Rus!
  And her swords are like mill blades. This girl is just a miracle.
  The warriors here are of the highest class.
  The eternal boy Oleg Rybachenko chops up his enemies with swords and throws a lethal grenade at them.
  After which he says:
  - For great Rus'!
  Margarita Korshunova continues to chop enemies. And the girl conducts a mill with swords. And then her bare toes, as if throwing impact destruction.
  The warrior girl cooed:
  - For the Russian Gods in the USSR!
  After which the immortal children suddenly started whistling.
  And thousands of crows, having suffered a heart attack, fainted, piercing the mujahideen's skulls to death.
  The boy and the girl sang:
  - We will fight for a brighter tomorrow,
  Let's kiss!
  Then the children took the wire with their bare heels and threw it. And a whole line of Taliban sparked. And their flesh peeled off their bones and became charred.
  This is what it means - children are monsters!
  And here from the sky Anastasia Vedmakova crushes the Taliban army. That's how sexy and erotic this witch is. She is an eternal and young girl, although she fought in the civil war. But being a witch, she does not age.
  Anastasia is a beautiful, young girl in just a bikini.
  And with his bare toes he presses the buttons, knocking down the enemy and screams at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the era of Russian Gods!
  Akulina Orlova, aggressively grinning and winking, sending destructive charges at her opponents, cooed:
  - For holy communism!
  And he takes it and presses the button with his scarlet nipple.
  And then her bare heel in action, in complete destruction of enemies.
  Akulina sang:
  The skull sparkles at night like a dagger,
  Showed that Satan rules...
  And swallowing innocent victims of snakes,
  Drives the universe crazy!
  Mirabella the Magnetic also fights with enthusiasm. She uses a ruby nipple in battle, and sends gifts of death to the enemy.
  At the same time he sings:
  - Glory to the era of space forces,
  We will conquer - I believe - the whole world soon!
  And also using his bare toes, he sends a deadly gift of death to the mujahideen.
  This girl is a bird of the highest flight. Although other beauties are not worse.
  Anastasia Vedmakova sang with enthusiasm:
  - The devil is here, the devil is there,
  Where the dragon is - it's a complete deception!
  These girls are super class!
  And the girl's bare heel took and pressed the joystick buttons with great force. And total destruction ensued.
  These are the pilots here. They throw a gift of annihilation from the womb. And immediately a thousand Taliban fighters evaporated in one go...
  Akulina Orlova sang with enthusiasm:
  - Under the sacred banner of freedom -
  In peace, friendship, happiness and love...
  Nations merge into a bright beam,
  To dispel the darkness ahead!
  And the girl again, with her bare toes, presses the joystick buttons and sends out a murderous and destructive blow.
  Mirabella noted, baring her pearly teeth:
  - We are peaceful people, but our jet,
  The large armored train managed to accelerate...
  Let's not be passive in bed, girls,
  It's not just guys you should kiss!
  And the girl will shoot at the enemy again with her bare toes.
  After which the girls will yell in chorus:
  - Death to the rain dragon!
  This was truly a steal of the highest quality...
  Meanwhile, Elizabeth is firing from the tank and screaming at the top of her lungs:
  - I am the strongest in the world,
  I will be able to trample the universe...
  And what will be on air soon?
  Father and mother don't know!
  And the girl presses the joystick button with her scarlet nipple. And the weapon takes and hits.
  It will spit out a projectile with deadly force. It will fly and literally describe an arc.
  Ekaterina also slapped, using her bare toes, her graceful and seductive legs and sang:
  - We will soon go into battle,
  For the power of the Soviets...
  And I know we won't die,
  In the fight for this!
  And then the girl shot again, but in this case, pressing with her ruby nipple.
  These girls are simply super class. No one can resist them.
  Elena also fired, pressing with her bare, round, pink heel and singing:
  The people stand in a silent crowd,
  They are leading a girl in rough rags to execution...
  Yesterday there was a throne, today a scaffold,
  Why are you ruining the people's princess!
  
  Ah kings, kings, kings...
  Apparently, a girl with braids...
  However, they couldn"t break the princess,
  Even though she is barefoot in the snow,
  
  Oh kings, kings, kings,
  Flags and trumpets of victory...
  The girl's bare heels were burned,
  In the cold she looks like a poor thing!
  
  And let some idiot say it,
  Princesses have an easy and fun life...
  She walks barefoot in the snow,
  What a difficult profession!
  
  Ah kings, kings, kings,
  Light and reliability of the people...
  Nowadays the princess is completely broke,
  A scarecrow like a garden...
  
  Oh kings, kings, kings,
  Your sovereign exploits...
  If you couldn't defeat the enemy,
  So you are completely inglorious!
  
  The princess is being flogged very harshly by a whip,
  Then she was harshly hoisted onto the rack...
  She is sentenced to die naked,
  And drill through all the bones with drills!
  
  Ah kings, kings, kings,
  People are not free anymore...
  Apparently, to drive the villains out of the land,
  You are too noble!
  
  Oh kings, kings, kings...
  Heads started flying at once!
  Even though the blue ones are essentially zeros,
  You have shed scarlet blood!
  Euphrosyne also fired, using the nipple of her naked breast, which resembled an overripe strawberry, to press the button.
  And she chirped:
  - The time of redemption is almost here,
  The queen is led barefoot to the scaffold!
  These girls are just super!
  Alenka also fights. The girl not only chops with swords. But with her scarlet, like fresh roses, breast nipples she presses on the accordion.
  And it throws out poisonous needles, hitting the mujahideen.
  The warrior took and sang:
  - Queen, oh queen,
  Well, what do you want!
  Anyuta hit her opponent, also pressing the button with her strawberry nipple and chirped:
  - I fell in love with a prince in May,
  And now I walk barefoot!
  And the girl with her bare heel will give the present annihilation.
  Alenka chirped, baring her teeth, which were whiter than snow on New Year's Eve:
  - I'm a simple Russian girl,
  In the cold, only barefoot...
  I have a short skirt,
  Punch the groom in the face!
  And the warriors press again with a scarlet nipple. She slaps from the accordion like lightning.
  Here is the red-haired Alla acting very aggressively. And what breasts she has. Such as two melons, and very ripe ones at that. And ruby nipples crown them. And with these nipples the girl presses and beats the Chinese.
  And singing:
  - Glory to the Fatherland, glory -
  Let's chop down the dragon...
  The girl tore her shirt,
  And only a thread covers her chest!
  These are truly girls of the highest class.
  Maria is also eager to fight. She is a very beautiful girl. And her hair is the color of gold leaf and slightly curly. And she is so combative.
  So she took it and threw a boomerang with her bare toes, cutting off the heads of the enemies.
  And then she took the strawberry-colored nipple and smashed it into the enemy, tearing a dozen soldiers to pieces.
  After which she sang:
  - I'm the sexiest girl in the world,
  We'll drown the dragon in a stinking toilet!
  That's how she is a girl - top class.
  Olympiada, a powerful girl with hair the color of overripe wheat, took and with her bare, strong legs threw something extremely lethal at the enemy.
  She tore apart a mass of mujahideen and cooed, baring her teeth:
  -I am a girl with the strength of a giant,
  I know it's become even cooler!
  And then her nipple, like an overripe tomato, presses the flamethrower button and a stream of aggressive flame starts pouring out. And it starts burning everything, as if charring to death.
  Olympiada sang:
  - Fire battery,
  Fire battery...
  The orchid is blooming,
  I'm swooning in orgasm!
  Marusya pulled a mine on a wire. Dragged it under a Taliban tank. Blew up the enemy and chirped:
  - For the USSR!
  After which she fired a bazooka, pressing the button with a nipple the color of a ripe poppy, and chirped:
  - Poppies, poppies, poppies - red poppies,
  Bitter memory of the earth...
  Do you really dream of attacks?
  Do you really dream of attacks...
  Girls, rush into attack barefoot!
  Matryona, also fighting and crushing the Afghans, noted:
  - There is no one stronger than me!
  And with her bare toes, she threw the blade, slitting the throat.
  After which she sang:
  - One, two, three -
  Tear the dragon apart!
  And the girls will burst out laughing. They have so much strength and passion.
  The girl threw the gift of death at her opponent with her bare toes and squealed with fury:
  - The devil is here, the devil is there,
  Where the dragon is - it's a complete deception!
  These girls are full of all kinds of energy.
  And they all started singing in chorus, baring their teeth;
  We are Komsomol members - daughters of communism,
  We fight enemies like eagles...
  Sometimes the grins of revanchism fly,
  In winter, girls' feet are bare!
  
  We want to punch the Fuhrer in the face,
  We have more strength than an elephant...
  We succeed in both love and sports,
  Even if the horde attacks in rage!
  
  Believe me, no one will stop the girls,
  After all, our strength is like a steel fist...
  We can even destroy the army,
  And let's hit Hitler hard in the snout!
  
  The era of faith in communism will come,
  And the endless Family will give us strength...
  We will not spare our lives for the sake of Lada,
  I believe the Fatherland will soon blossom!
  
  Girls and boys are fighting,
  A barefoot pioneer goes on the attack...
  We crush the enemy with ease using machine guns,
  Showing an example of valor!
  
  The rain dragon attacks us rudely,
  But the girls boldly beat him...
  I believe we will knock out the teeth of the servant of hell,
  We'll tear the bald one to pieces!
  
  I know there is no place for the weak in Russia,
  We will soon get everything we want,
  In the name of the most radiant power,
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub!
  
  There will be great friendship between the peoples,
  Who fight with the power of know...
  For the Motherland, for happiness, for freedom,
  And soon there will be paradise in the universe!
  
  The girl walks barefoot in the frost,
  Why does she need shoes if Lada is a spirit...
  The whole Fatherland from edge to edge,
  The eagle is a boy, not a chick-rooster!
  
  The sun shines brightly over the world,
  In which golden warm rays...
  Victory will come in the wind of May's caress,
  And don't blab, empty-headed thing - keep quiet!
  
  We girls are simply the daughters of Svarog,
  Who created the Earth with Rod...
  And he gave freedom to the warriors,
  Having revived the universal ideal at once!
  
  There is plenty of room for girls in Russia,
  In the cold they only put on bikinis...
  You are a Komsomol member, Perun's bride,
  Believe me, there will be no problems in rage!
  
  In the name of Jesus and Svarog,
  Mary, Lada, mother of the Gods...
  They fought for Stalin and God.
  And for the sake of the best of sons!
  
  We will not forget the feat of Jesus,
  Who went to the cross for the sake of the Russians...
  And showed great art,
  When on the third day he rose in love!
  
  Perun is the great thunderer God,
  It sends out a radiant light of rainbows...
  We will serve the demiurges honestly,
  May the feat of the knights be praised!
  
  The girls' breasts shine the color of poppies,
  Her nipples are like the flag of October...
  And somewhere an angry dog barks,
  But we are she-wolves for a reason!
  
  We repelled the onslaught of the Fritzes near Moscow,
  Although Hitler was cunning and sly...
  The Fuhrer is seen in alliance with Satan,
  The grass is softer than a carpet in summer!
  
  But in winter the girls are barefoot in the snow,
  Why do they need shoes, fur coats and sheepskin coats...
  The Komsomol members are not afraid of frosts,
  They have perhaps the most formidable spirit!
  
  What is our strength - people are energetic,
  Let's become cooler than the furious gods...
  And believe me, people are not bad,
  Able to throw off many shackles!
  
  In love, girls are the coolest,
  By the way, they have a crazy passage...
  The girls run barefoot through the snow,
  The pieces greedily checkmated!
  
  The sun shines for the glory of communism,
  In the glory of communism, Rus' blossoms...
  And the girl's hair is thickly curly,
  The victories opened an absolute score!
  
  We crushed the Wehrmacht at Stalingrad,
  And they showed simply top class...
  For the glory of our Motherland Russia,
  The girl will kick you in the eye with her bare heel!
  
  Be careful not to fight with a barefoot girl,
  She is beautiful, as strong as an ox...
  The wasps scattered like pearls at once,
  And the foot hit the enemy in the solar plexus!
  
  Well, what can you do for our girls?
  They have a punch, believe me, like an elephant's jab...
  And Rus' stands from century to century,
  What a vast, vast country!
  
  Why do Russian girls need guys?
  To give birth to a stream of heroes...
  And believe me, the enemies will end up in the kennel,
  The mad villain will get punched in the face!
  
  In the name of Jesus and Svarog,
  Where the White God created the universe's edge,
  Let's eat some hot dog before the battle,
  May you have strength before the early battle!
  
  Then we'll take it and hit the enemy,
  Under the girl's solar plexus, with a bare foot...
  So that it would be scary after the swearing of the cat,
  And if anything happens, we'll add some more with a poker!
  
  It is clear that Stalingrad did not work out,
  The girls there put up a strong fight...
  Although it is a little offensive to know beauty,
  Didn't film her battle "Pleboy"!
  
  We are all girls - you know that,
  Great, cool as an egg...
  When we only drew on the desk,
  And now we'll pull right on the ring!
  
  We will not spare even life in battle,
  And I believe that we will enter Berlin jokingly...
  I soon know how to live under communism,
  We will get snow whirling whirlwinds!
  
  The girl likes to run only barefoot,
  The snowdrift sweetly cools her heels...
  Wasps fly through the frost and snow,
  The Fuhrer's warrior in the coffin!
  
  In short, we will win, I know for sure,
  We will be able to create peace throughout the universe...
  To blossom forever on the edge of the universe,
  With your unchanging strength in battles!
  
  When Svarog and Christ the Lord come,
  All the dead will rise in love, Rod...
  The horde's tornado of wild death will end,
  And nature will be in eternal joy!
  
  Then Lada will enter the hearts of the people,
  Everything will be infinitely beautiful...
  Each warrior will receive a reward,
  We Russians are invincible in battle!
  And to such a poem the girls destroyed and exterminated the mujahideen by the thousands. These are the girls who love and know how to kill.
  Well, the girls are just super. And their bare feet throw sharp and poisonous needles.
  Even a crowbar heated to red and applied to a bare, round heel is powerless against girls like these. These are girls of the hyper level!
  Oleg Rybachenko continues to fight. This eternal boy is simply a hero.
  And his bare little toes threw a pea of destruction.
  She fell under the tank's roller and turned it over.
  The young warrior sang:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang,
  And the woman lost weight from running!
  Margarita Korshunova - this eternal girl also took and threw a pea of destruction with her bare toes.
  She tore apart a mass of mujahideen and chirped:
  - Glory to the boundless Fatherland,
  And communism is no longer far away!
  And so the endless children whistled. And a large mass of crows were stunned and fainted. And they fell down and easily pierced the Taliban heads.
  Margarita sang:
  To avoid problems,
  To be pure in soul...
  Not MMM tickets,
  And a sip of radiant water!
  And the girl just went and stuck out her tongue.
  And here is Gerda fighting on a tank. She is, of course, one of those very combative and beautiful girls - a natural blonde.
  And of course, she loves men very much.
  Here Gerda fired at the enemy by pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Everything is going according to plan!
  Charlotte pulled her bra down and exposed her breasts. And with her scarlet nipple she pressed the joystick button.
  And so the machine guns on the tank fired and started mowing down the enemies. The red-haired girl was very pleased.
  She chirped:
  - A plan, guys, is a plan,
  It looks like a scam!
  Christina also fired, using her bare, round heel and cooed:
  - I am stronger than the devil!
  Magda, the girl with golden hair, also fucked me. And of course, using her ruby nipple.
  And she chirped:
  - And stronger than the hairy devil!
  And then the powerful engine started, and the streamlined tank suddenly accelerated. Indeed, if the girls had already broken up, then no one would be pleased.
  However, all warrior girls are top class.
  Here are Albina and Alvina fighting in the sky. They are girls of the bloodiest order. And at the same time very beautiful and sexy.
  . CHAPTER #7.
  They are pounding the Afghans with their attack aircraft. Warriors of the most impressive class.
  Albina took it and sang, baring her teeth and sticking out her tongue:
  - The madhouse is on fire,
  Sanatorium of the souls of the nailed...
  We are submissive to Satan,
  And the faces of the saints shine!
  And the girl took and pressed the button with her scarlet nipple. The destructive force worked.
  And she acted very harshly and aggressively when the rockets were launched.
  And the blonde girl sang:
  - May God open the eyes of the blind,
  And straighten your hunchbacked backs...
  May God grant that I may be God at least a little bit,
  But you can"t be a little crucified!
  Alvina noted aggressively, with a chuckle:
  - Not very smooth!
  And the girl sent rockets by pressing the button with her ruby nipple. And her action was super.
  Albina fired again, using her bare toes, and chirped, baring her teeth:
  - The girls are unstoppable today,
  The girls want to dance!
  Alvina also hit, and her bare legs, with a very beautiful chocolate tan, were also busy, and the warrior chirped:
  And then until the morning dawn,
  Hear how they sing a song about love!
  The stormtroopers strike from the sky very harshly. And they do not give anyone the slightest mercy.
  And here is Stalenida in battle. She also shoots at the enemy very accurately.
  And of course uses scarlet nipples of the breast. The girl is of course - super class.
  Stalenida sang:
  - Do you see an eclipse in the sky?
  A menacing symbol of direct...
  A terrible sign of hell-
  Flocks of cosmic howl!
  And the girl hit again, using her bare toes. What a girl - what a level she has.
  Victoria struck the enemy with wild, furious force. She tore the enemy apart and chirped:
  - For great communism!
  And the girl used her nipple on her naked breast, which is as delicious as strawberries in the Garden of Eden.
  Of course, you want to kiss and caress such a girl.
  And then the girl waved her bare, chiseled foot. And what a graceful, tanned, sexy, and appetizing foot she had.
  And men want to climb it in a crowd.
  Veronica also fights with wild and tireless aggression. A warrior who possesses such infinite and supreme power.
  And the girl took it and pressed the trigger with her scarlet nipple. And here comes the jet gift of destruction.
  And the warrior is simply hyper.
  And here again rushes that which brings totalitarian destruction.
  Veronica chirped:
  If he's weak, he'll go straight to the coffin,
  Maintain health to...
  Apply people - about,
  Rubbing, rubbing!
  And all three girls sang in chorus:
  There is no more beautiful Motherland than Russia,
  Fight for her and don't be afraid...
  And there are no more beautiful blondes than ours,
  Rus', the torch of light for the whole universe!
  This is truly a major promotion.
  Viola also fights from her bell tower. She is a girl of simply dazzling complexion.
  And, of course, extremely dashing.
  And her beauty is simply, or let's say more pretentiously, trivially divine.
  Viola took it and threw the pea of destruction with her bare toes.
  And ten people torn to pieces flew away.
  Viola sang:
  - They run along a crooked path,
  Barefoot girls legs...
  I'm tired of milking the cow,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  Toreadora also fights. She is a girl that no one would call weak or stupid.
  The warrior took and fired a burst at the opponents. Without further ado, she mowed them down.
  And then he presses his scarlet nipple on her breast and releases another rocket. And he tears the platoon of enemies into tiny pieces.
  The bullfighter squeaked:
  - It got carried away, it got carried away somewhere,
  I got carried away!
  Viola also hit the enemies, the huge Taliban empire, with her ruby nipple and chirped:
  - The girl is in debt,
  And the penalty came!
  After which the girl took and showed her long tongue.
  Nicoletta raised a powerful mortar with eight barrels, and Viola and Toreadora also helped her.
  All three girls pressed their bare, sharpened feet into the grass. And how they hit with mines.
  At the same time, they simultaneously pressed the buttons, with naked, strawberry nipples on their breasts.
  And they sang:
  People, please be quiet, be quiet...
  Let wars disappear into the darkness!
  Stork on the roof, joy under the roof,
  Peace on Earth!
  Stork on the roof, happiness under the roof,
  Peace on Earth!
  And the girls stamped their bare feet again, very strong. There is so much passion and strength in them.
  Olga also fired a bazooka, also with her naked breast, pressing with her scarlet nipple.
  After which she sang:
  - Let Rus' and Bela Rus be together,
  After all, our faith and thoughts are one...
  Fight for your Motherland and don't be afraid,
  With Russia, God and we are invincible!
  And Olga, with her bare toes, took and threw the gift of annihilation.
  No one can really stop a girl like this, and nothing can defeat her.
  These are the kind of girls the earth loves.
  Jane Armstrong is also fighting, with her crew. Beating up that innumerable Taliban.
  The aristocratic girl took and fired at the enemy with her bare toes. Then she sang:
  - Glorious country of Britain,
  If only she were the mistress of the seas...
  We have gained great knowledge,
  Defeat your enemy in battle!
  And the girl took and pressed the button with her ruby nipple. The joystick worked. And the deadly projectile flies with colossal destructive force.
  It hit with a high-explosive fragmentation shell, tearing people to shreds.
  Gertrude, this beautiful, tall and muscular girl, was also only in panties. She slapped her breasts with her scarlet nipples. And also like a rocket launcher, the enemy was blown away.
  Gertrude chirped:
  - And in war, as in war,
  Girls see a guy in their dreams!
  And he will laugh at his own witty joke.
  Monica noticed, pressing her bare heels on the pedals, and wittily declared with a chuckle:
  - The best way a woman puts shoes on a man is with her bare foot!
  And the warrior will burst out laughing...
  Malanya said, winking at her partners:
  - Just a few minutes,
  Just a few minutes...
  The whole conversation with the god-guy lasted,
  What is your name, please?
  What is your name?
  And the boy roars like a bull - victory!
  Jane Armstrong, firing, remarked, squinting her eyebrows:
  - It's funny how you distorted a Soviet song!
  Malanya nodded and bared her pearly teeth, after which she said:
  - The reception of lies is varied,
  Feelings are conflicting...
  And we call her a saint,
  And we call her disgusting!
  And the whole crew sang in chorus:
  It's not for nothing that sex is in all kingdoms,
  Adored at all times...
  After all, without sex it"s not interesting,
  Without a partner the night is too long!
  Zoya has had so many adventures and missions. And it's amazing.
  Here in one alternative history, Chamberlain did not submit a voluntary resignation in May 1940. And as a result, in July of the same year, he signed an honorable peace with Hitler. In it, the Fuhrer guaranteed the inviolability of the British colonial empire, in exchange for recognition of the conquered, which he had already taken under his control. After that, there was only a small war in Greece. Mussolini stuck his nose in there and was beaten and had to be saved by the Wehrmacht troops. However, that was the end of it. The Third Reich received colonies: French, Dutch, Belgian and began to digest and develop them. These are considerable territories - consider half of Africa, some in Asia and the Pacific Ocean. The USSR, led by Stalin, behaved rather quietly. After the bloody war with Finland, the Soviet dictator decided that it was better not to get involved in large and major conflicts. So there was a lull in Europe.
  Only Japan and China were at war. But after several years, it too reached a positional stalemate and the fighting was frozen. A period of stabilization set in. And it was long.
  In the USSR, prices began to fall, the material well-being of workers grew, and the regime was no longer so repressive. Under Hitler, leniency was also allowed in relation to Jews, and even several pocket opposition parties with quasi-competitive elections appeared.
  Stalin lived three years longer, because he was not so exhausted by the Great Patriotic War, and this is a big burden. And he managed to appoint Shelepin as his successor. So everything went off in an orderly and peaceful manner.
  There were also flights into space and to the Moon...
  And so it is April 20, 1964. The first manned flight to Mars takes off. And Hitler is already seventy-five years old. It is a kind of anniversary. Germany and its colonies rejoice.
  And so a competition is arranged - gladiator fights that entertain the dictator. Hitler is respected all over the world, unlike in real history. He did not have time to build death camps and gas chambers, he made Germany, albeit authoritarian, but more or less a civilized country and, most importantly, prosperous and rich. And so guests from all over the world came to his anniversary. Including US President Kennedy and Chairman of the Central Committee of the CPSU Shelepin, and Emperor of Japan Hirohito, and Prime Minister of Britain Johnson. In short, a party arose.
  Hitler had certainly aged, his bald spot was showing through, but he still looked quite cheerful. And he took and shook the guests' hands. His hair seemed to have been dyed, and his fingers were shaking.
  The guests of honor sat down in the boxes. And began to watch the sports competitions. Gladiator fights are certainly not like in Ancient Rome. Here they fight with inflatable sticks, jump along the track, jump over, and collide. Many beautiful girls and children fight.
  Boys in shorts, and with bare, muscular torsos, collide and try to throw each other off the track onto inflatable mattresses. And bare, tanned legs of teenagers of thirteen or fourteen years old flash by. Together with them, young girls, also almost naked in only bikinis.
  It all looks beautiful and fun. In fact, it"s impossible to describe it in a fairy tale or with a pen.
  This spectacle is more funny than bloody. But it is pleasing to the eye.
  In fact, many things were built in Berlin and its environs. There were hanging gardens and multi-meter fountains carrying jets upward with great acceleration. Here they are given an additional push by high pressure, and the water columns are carried away tens of meters in height.
  It all looks beautiful... But in real history there is a pile of ruins and victims. The Fuhrer is no longer such a dictator as before, the death penalty is used extremely rarely, jury trials were reintroduced in the Third Reich. There is also an opposition, which is not particularly pressed. But life in Germany is good, there is practically no unemployment, the markets are full of goods, prices are almost not growing, unlike salaries. Crime is low, order, the streets are clean, the fields are sown. And the people as a whole support the government, and the overwhelming majority of Germans sincerely vote for the Nazis, especially since Hitler also expanded the territory and acquired colonies. And even the Fuhrer unilaterally refused his lifelong status and began to hold elections for the president-Fuhrer every five years. And of course, when winning, the more alternative candidates - so to the check mark - pocket and weak.
  Shelepin is one of the young rulers, even a year younger than Kennedy. Stalin, who was officially seventy-six years old in March 1956, and unofficially even seventy-seven, managed to appoint Shelepin, who was only thirty-seven years old when he came to power, as his successor. And this choice was successful. Shelepin made the Soviet system less repressive, but without the Twentieth Congress and upheavals, and without destroying Stalin's personality cult. The USSR continued to develop dynamically. True, both the Soviet Union and the Third Reich also had problems.
  In particular, the ban on abortions and the encouragement of births and the restriction of contraceptives led to population growth. Both Germany and the USSR began to face the threat of overpopulation. It seems that Soviet Russia is large, but most of the territory is not very convenient for farming. That is, the same problem arose as under Nicholas II. When it seemed good - the growth of the population of the Russian Empire, but it accelerated due to the development of medicine and the reduction of child mortality, it gave rise to an agrarian crisis and overpopulation of the country with the shrinking of land plots. Here are some problems that were already looming.
  But for now they are within reasonable limits. And there is nothing to panic about...
  The Fuhrer looks at harmless duels. And he imagines something bloodier.
  How boys come out in swimming trunks and step barefoot on marble tiles. And beautiful girls scoop up hot coals from a basin. And boys burn their bare soles on hot pieces. Which smelled like burnt meat.
  And then the young gladiators hack and slash with swords. Which is pretty cool too.
  But now Germany is a civilized country and cannot stoop to such a level.
  Hitler, of course, thought that maybe he should have not attacked the USSR? But here he followed the example of Bismarck, who was against a war with Russia even on one front. Although the great chancellor was not unlucky, he managed to stop in time. The Fuhrer also stopped, but was it in time? He had his doubts.
  But now it's too late to fight - the USSR has nuclear weapons, and the war will cost too many victims. And at seventy-five years old, one is not really fit for military exploits. And to live to such an age, for the head of state - this is already a feat. How to hold on to power for more than thirty-one years. However, becoming chancellor is not yet quite absolute power. In reality, the Fuhrer became a real ruler a little later, somewhere in a little over a year - his power was equal to the emperor's, even with the right to issue laws.
  Hitler formalized his dictatorship in law.
  But Stalin was still a simple secretary of the Central Committee. True, he later took the post of Chairman of the Council of People's Commissars - which Lenin had occupied. And then he passed these posts on to Shelepin in his will.
  The USSR is still formally a federation, but in essence it is a unitary country. And that is its strength.
  Hitler yawned demonstratively. Yes, he wanted blood. He missed the moment to attack the USSR. But it was clear that he had to first master what he had already conquered. And that was logical. Well, Stalin had no reason to liberate Europe from the fascists either - he had enough of his own territories. And then he would have to Sovietize Europe and teach his new subjects to love the party and Lenin! No, you can't get that so easily.
  The Fuhrer cheered up a bit when the girls in bikinis started shooting at each other with water pistols. And especially when they got all dirty with cream. It was really funny and entertaining.
  Hitler roared:
  These are the girls from cream,
  In a cafe called San Remo!
  Yes, it looked like it was not without fun and sarcasm. And the girls were so dirty. And they were so neat and delightful, it was just awful.
  Shelepin noted with a smile:
  - What a funny sight!
  Hitler remarked:
  - Not only funny and cheerful!
  Hirohito stated:
  - And we have cool geishas! So everything will be cool!
  The girls were washed with warm streams of water from a hose. And they, shiny with tanned skin, just marched in front of the distinguished guests. Hitler thought again that it would be good to scatter hot coals under the girls' bare feet. But he can't, because he has accepted the civilized rules of the game. As under Shelepin, repressions in the USSR began to be of a targeted nature instead of mass. In general, this was quite logical.
  Hitler softened the anti-Semitic laws. It was even more disadvantageous that Jews were leaving the Third Reich, among whom were so many scientists and artists. Including Lasker, the world chess champion who held the throne for twenty-seven years!
  Why did Hitler go after the Jews in the first place? First and foremost, to take over their wealth. But after France, Belgium and Holland capitulated and the Third Reich received their resources and colonies, Germany's financial problems were solved. And persecuting the Jews did nothing but harm.
  So now Hitler is a civilized authoritarian leader with enormous authority and even a pocket opposition, and in a multi-party system. And for him to fry girls' heels is somehow unseemly and indecent!
  But there are more harmless entertainments. For example, bears ride motorcycles. And you still have to train the animals so that they can press the pedals and reproduce the clutch.
  In addition, girls in bikinis were riding in cars with the bears.
  Hitler even gurgled:
  The bears were riding,
  On a bike...
  And behind them is a cat -
  Backwards!
  The girls and the bears rode. And rode... Then there were other competitions. Most often, the boys boxed, in soft gloves. Such a rich performance. And much more.
  The Fuhrer, however, was clearly bored. His imagination painted something else. What would have happened if he had attacked the USSR? Or in 1941, or at least in 1945? Could Germany have paraded through Red Square? That would have been extremely funny.
  Although of course, after Germany had captured so many colonies, why would it want to get into the USSR? Especially since it's cold there! And the winters are harsh, and there are Bolsheviks, and there may even be partisans.
  But Ukraine has good black soil and the Germans wanted to buy it for themselves. But at that time Stalin was already selling them grain at a very reasonable price. And they didn't want to fight again.
  The world suited everyone just fine.
  The boys fought rather playfully and then ran away, flashing their bare, round heels.
  Then they turned on a film and started showing the newest German cars. Which could simultaneously drive on the highway and fly through the air like fighters. And especially the universal device, which drove, swam, and flew - which is really cool!
  This video is not without interest. The Germans also showed submarines on the Fuhrer's seventy-fifth birthday. And a video about a giant submarine and about mini-submarines with only one crew member. Both were impressive. And nuclear submarines too.
  Why not make an underwater aircraft carrier? The Nazis have already done that. And if only a flight to Mars would start - and that would be cool, of course.
  Hitler thought maybe it was a mistake not to conquer the whole world. Now that the major powers have nuclear weapons, war would be too expensive. And that's extremely cool. But what if we create an anti-nuclear weapon? The best designers are thinking about that.
  How to make nuclear charges not explode? There are some ideas here. In particular, to emit special neutrons from generators that destabilize the critical mass, and the fission process does not occur.
  True, it is unrealistic to cover all the borders of Germany with such radiation. There were other ideas. But Hitler himself is no longer young. And the chances of living to the time of the creation of a superweapon are decreasing. In fact - seventy-five years are subordinate years, and you have been in power for more than thirty of them, and this is exhausting.
  However, Hitler's father died at the age of fifty-eight. Although it is clear that there was no point in drinking like a pig.
  The Fuhrer leads a healthy lifestyle and warms up on exercise machines. But age still has an effect. There is gray hair and a bald spot on his head, and wrinkles, and his energy is no longer the same. Although he still has the strength to rule the country, albeit without the former enthusiasm. But it seems he has already missed his chance to become the ruler of the world! He did not attack the USSR and did not start a war with the USA before the appearance of nuclear weapons.
  And Hitler was ready to jump with frustration.
  And he has no idea that in another universe, his other self committed suicide at the age of fifty-six, becoming the most cursed dictator in the world!
  . CHAPTER #8.
  Zoya Nikolaevich continued to sail on the brigantine. And to have fun, and to throw knives with her bare toes. And at the same time she dreamed of very different things.
  Both boy-presidents Trump and Putin found themselves in a wonderful forest. Around them stretched the jungle. Such a special, colorful, with sparkling candles on the branches. And a lot of double basses sticking out of the ground, different needles, and big buds of flowers. And what caterpillars crawling.
  As long as a large boa constrictor would take a caterpillar. The boy presidents looked around.
  They found themselves without weapons, without clothes, in the bodies of teenagers of about fourteen. Very muscular bodies, cast as steel and beautiful. Trump is blond, Putin is red-haired. Boys will be boys. Another universe, where they should find a wonderful artifact for a supercivilization.
  Trump muttered:
  - There are two advantages: we are now athletic boys. And secondly, we have plenty of time, so we will never grow old!
  Vladimir Putin added:
  - But we won"t grow up!
  Donald Trump sang in response:
  - Young friend, always be young,
  Don't rush to grow up...
  Be cheerful, be bold, be noisy,
  If you have to fight, then fight!
  Never know old age,
  Cry and laugh at the wrong time!
  For any population -
  The most terrible monster is Trump!
  Putin noticed, winking slyly at his partner. Still, one can be more relaxed in the body of a boy:
  - Sure, we can have fun! But what are we going to do here?
  Donald suggested:
  - Let's go! We'll definitely run into someone! I don't think there are any civilizations here.
  Putin agreed with this:
  - Let's go for a walk!
  And both strong, handsome boys ran across the grass... They didn"t run too fast. They didn"t need it. The forest looked pretty enough. Fruits were growing. Animals that looked like monkeys were scurrying about. What colorful little animals were jumping. There were lots of different butterflies...
  And here is the first predator. It looks like a lion, only it has three tassel-like tails. And fangs sticking out of its mouth are like curved ramrods.
  Trump and Putin winked at each other and jumped up and hit the lion in the forehead with their bare boyish heels. They both really did have beautiful young bodies, much faster and stronger than human ones. And they hit the predator so hard that it even fell over. After which the two boy presidents started beating it with their fists and shins. They rained down a whole series of blows on the beast... And the lion gave up the ghost from the beating.
  The boys began to tear his skin with their bare hands. Their strength is superhuman. And to make loincloths for themselves. It is somehow embarrassing to be completely naked.
  Trump noted:
  - We are boys now and have already gotten used to it when we went through preliminary preparation for our new bodies.
  Putin agreed:
  - How wonderful it is to feel young and healthy! Not like old people!
  Trump just went and yelled:
  - Glory to America! Glory!
  Putin responded:
  - Glory to Russia! Glory!
  Both young presidents burst out laughing and bumped fists. After which they ran through the jungle again. The boys ran for some time without incident. Until one spotted monkey threw a coconut at Putin, and received a throw in return. After which the boys decided to have a little refreshment from the local coconuts. Two boys climbed a palm tree and cracked open large nuts.
  They tasted like earthly ones. And they were pleasant and tasty. The boy presidents ate, and sitting in the lotus position, began to discuss what to do next.
  Putin proposed:
  - Maybe we should make ourselves some clubs?
  Trump shook his head:
  - Our hands and fists are stronger than clubs! We can crush anyone just like that!
  Putin agreed:
  - Yes, our bodies are like cast steel. But I wonder what it's like without us in our real world!
  Trump answered honestly:
  - Probably many, many people breathed a sigh of relief! Especially the Chinese!
  Putin nodded in agreement:
  - Regarding Trump, maybe, but the Chinese love me!
  Trump objected seriously:
  - I don't think so! China doesn't need a strong Russia! They would like to see Russia as weak as possible, but they don't talk about it openly!
  Putin unexpectedly agreed:
  - They have their sights set on our Siberia! In general, Russia has only two reliable allies: the army and the navy!
  Trump partly agreed:
  - Possibly! Just like us! So let's drink coconut milk, for the union of two invincible nations.
  Putin and Trump folded their arms and took a sip of coconut milk. The boy presidents were very cheerful on the outside, but deep down they were worried. There were no signs of civilization yet. Which is what they seemed to be in trouble. They found themselves in a place that could become a trap.
  To distract himself from his disturbing thoughts, Putin recalled Oleg Rybachenko's TV series about how he, the President of Russia, ended up in Stalin.
  It's a pretty interesting series of thirty books. In it, Putin decided to outdo Stalin. And he helped the Japanese win the Battle of Midway, and Rommel defeat the British in Africa.
  And then to finally defeat Britain and seize all its colonies. True, this turned out to be a very risky decision. Then the Germans together with the Japanese pressed the USSR. And then again a truce and wars with the USA. The Third Reich conquered America surprisingly quickly. Then an attack on the USSR, the encirclement of Moscow. Another truce, and a joint war of the USSR and the Third Reich with Japan and its colonies.
  After which, when Japan was occupied by the Third Reich and the USSR recaptured its possessions, the series ended. So vaguely. The end of 1948 and virtue has not triumphed and vice is not punished.
  Such an unfinished series. What will happen next?
  Yes, of course, this is in the author"s imagination.
  In general, sometimes you think: if the Tsar had not been overthrown in February 1917, there would not have been the October Revolution and the civil war. What heights Russia would have reached then!
  But it didn't work out... Those who overthrew the Tsar turned out to be traitors. And Japan was not defeated because of the fifth column.
  Trump sat for a while, then jumped up and suggested:
  - Maybe we should go for a run!
  Boy-president Putin agreed:
  - Let's!
  And the two of them rushed through the jungle. Both handsome, muscular terminator boys. They ran along... A saber-toothed tiger passed by. But this beast did not dare to rush at the two swift boys.
  And they rushed, throwing cones at him as they ran. After which they sang:
  - We will be champions - we will!
  Both presidents became like children. And cheerful and perky. And they run and laugh. Apparently, young bodies influence the perception of reality. However, they have already gotten used to their new flesh a little, going through some obstacle courses in the training center. And now they were ready for any fight...
  Here the panther tried to attack the boy presidents. But apparently it was an unlucky day for it. Trump and Putin jumped and kicked it. And then the boys rained blows, from which the big cat's skin literally peeled off. However, the boys did not know what to do with the skin.
  It's hot in the jungle and there are three suns in the sky at once: purple, green and brown. So it's unpleasant to dress.
  Putin proposed:
  - Maybe we should make ourselves some moccasins?
  Trump shook his head:
  - Barefoot boys are much more agile! And we are not afraid of thorns. The skin is stronger than crocodile's!
  Putin agreed with this:
  - Barefoot so barefoot!
  Trump even jumped up and sang:
  - And we are Indians! We are Indians!
  And both barefoot boys, former presidents, ran off through the jungle.
  The boys spun, somersaulted, jumped high, and spun again. Then they caught a monkey and tore off its skin. They frolicked a little more.
  They came across a herd of antelopes, which started running away from the boy presidents.
  Trump and Putin, flashing their boyish, grass-green heels, caught up with an antelope. They tore them apart... And began to break branches for a fire. Trump actually noticed:
  - You can have it raw too!
  And the boy president tore the meat and swallowed it, noting:
  - It's delicious!
  Putin noted:
  - Raw meat can be contaminated!
  Trump waved it off:
  - Our bodies have increased immunity, even radiation doesn't affect them! And 100% regeneration!
  Putin noted with annoyance:
  - But we are just boys! You couldn't give us the bodies of adults!
  Trump remarked sarcastically:
  - Our male perfection is large enough to satisfy a woman, and the rest... I think if we perform feats, women will not be scared off by boys' bodies. Moreover, not everywhere have such stupid laws as ours!
  Putin agreed:
  - I myself wanted to allow adult women to have sex with boys, but I never got around to it! If I return to the throne, I will definitely allow it. Right now I really want to.
  And the boy president blushed. Trump nodded in agreement:
  - Me too! Damn teenage hormones!
  Both boy presidents blushed with embarrassment. Then Putin said:
  - You need to put pressure on the artery in the neck! Then the tension will go away!
  Trump chuckled and remarked:
  - Or maybe...
  Putin shook his red head:
  - We are too old for this! And if not in body, then in soul!
  Trump became embarrassed and began to blush even more:
  - It"s not respectable for us to do what boys exhausted by abstinence do!
  And both presidents pressed their nails on their necks. Thus the teenage itch subsided...
  But at the same time, they wanted to sleep. Both young warriors had been running around the jungle for several hours already, and they hadn't slept before that.
  And so the boys who once led the most powerful countries in the world pecked their noses at the leaf of a giant orange burdock.
  Putin had a disturbing dream...
  An alternative history in which Hitler decided that he should finish off Britain first and only then attack the USSR. One of these steps was the attack on Malta after the capture of Crete. The latter was quite successful and the Fuhrer's troops defeated the British. Hitler made the decision to finish off Britain and only then go to the USSR.
  Here he was influenced by four witch girls. Aryan beauties: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, Magda - convinced the Fuhrer not to go to Russia yet! They even knelt down and swore that forty-first year was not the time for this. In addition to the girl, they ran barefoot on the coals and performed a ritual confirming that it was better not to go to Russia. And the four beauties convinced the Fuhrer that it was necessary for girls to fight in Africa too. To which they received consent.
  The British base is attacked by an armada of Fritzes;
  The largest British base really did resemble hell. More than a thousand bombers, collected from all over the Eastern Front and having gained decent combat experience, together with escort fighters, fell upon it. Of course, the British have been fighting for a long time, but they did not expect such a powerful massive attack. Indeed, who would believe that the Fritzes would dare to expose the front, even if the enemy had temporarily calmed down. But the British warriors are now being mercilessly beaten. For example, their ships are attacked by Ju-87, the famous "stuka". Not very fast, but having the highest (for its time) bombing accuracy, they torment the British fleet hiding in the bays. More modern Focke-Wulfs are not far behind, among them even the legendary von Rudel himself, the king of attack aviation. Famous for sinking the most powerful Soviet battleship - the battleship "Marat".
  Here, for example, Corporal Richard sees vultures rolling down a hill like sleds. Numerous German bombers emerge from an ice hole like predatory fish. The already elderly Englishman throws down his phone in fear. He has never seen such a terrible sight. The sirens howl with a great delay, after the bombs have already exploded. The blast wave throws up British soldiers, torn off arms and legs fly in all directions. Here one of the iron helmets gets red-hot and hits an officer in the face. And he starts screaming:
  - Churchill is kaput! Hitler is cool!
  The British anti-aircraft guns did not start firing right away, but only when thousands of bombs rained down at once. The enemy had calculated everything correctly: not a single bomb should go to waste. So, crush the enemy and hit. All sectors are marked on the map in advance. Moreover, the insolent British did not even camouflage themselves properly. Many of their anti-aircraft guns are in plain sight and are swept away first.
  Here the barrel of an 85-millimeter anti-aircraft gun, thirty-two feet long, was thrown up and bent in the air like a donut. Then it crashed down, crushing five Englishmen. Here the belly of one of the blacks was ripped open and the intestines fell out.
  And the bombs rained down, and everything was ablaze, a fuel depot thundered, shells began to explode, scattering almost all over the hull, then another depot hit. To top it all off, the sirens installed in the fairings of the Ju-87 and Focke-Wulf howled shrilly, causing wild terror among the blacks and Arabs from among the colonial troops. But it seemed that the whites were no less frightened.
  For example, two British frigates collided, so much so that the boilers thundered. And even the frigate debris that took off exploded in the air like mined fields, and the cruiser simply sank to the bottom.
  The English Cromwell tank with a short barrel, but with decent speed and quite powerful frontal armor, accelerated in panic and rammed its own warehouse, even crushing a dozen of its own crazed soldiers along the way. The chaos grew. Now the English aircraft carrier began to sag, and a powerful dreadnought opened fire ... on the coast, where its own soldiers were swarming.
  And in this underworld, two people remained completely unperturbed. One of them was an Indian, calmly lighting a pipe, and the other was a woman, obviously of Arab origin, but in a military uniform. The two of them, not paying attention to the death rushing towards them. Or rather, a whole horde of horsemen of annihilation, were playing a not quite ordinary card game. It was a game with fifty-two cards with jokers, and according to the rules invented by the Redskin himself.
  The Arab woman stated:
  - There's a lot of noise! Why create such panic?
  One of the soldiers, his back cut with shrapnel, almost ran into the Indian, but he carelessly threw him aside like a kitten. Drops of blood fell on the red-skinned man's face and he licked them off, smiling. After which he remarked:
  - Making noise is the lot of weak palefaces. We Apaches think like this: no enemy is good, an enemy appears - even better!
  The dark woman remarked:
  - This is a typical weakness of those who profess the Christian faith. They like to talk about sacrifice, but they do not sacrifice themselves.
  The Indian nodded quickly:
  - Order is built on a foundation where cement is faith, and sand is will! Faith is a heart of gold, and will is an iron fist! Only the palefaces have neither one nor the other.
  Several burning British soldiers threw themselves into the water to wash off the flames. Even the water was boiling from entering, screams and wild groans were heard. And bloody circles crawled across the sea foam, thick at first, then gradually spreading out, growing paler. And the warriors of what was once the greatest and most extensive empire on Earth were losing their human appearance. The Arab woman snorted contemptuously:
  - And these men force us to wear a burqa!
  The red-skinned man, squinting slyly, remarked:
  - Apparently, your menacing look scares them!
  The Arab woman, grinning sarcastically, said:
  - The softness of a woman is like the toughness of armor, only much more deadly and versatile in defense!
  The Germans preferred to immediately hit with all their might, the tactics of a boxer who, counting on the enemy's unpreparedness, immediately throws himself at the enemy with all his might. When dozens of enemy planes burn on airfields, unable to take off. When their own bombs explode inside the Lancasters, destroying everything around them. A harsh but effective tactic. And so the symphony of hell reached the peak of its power, and then began to subside.
  But of course, this was not the end of it, the airborne division came into action. While the British after such treatment, they are absolutely nothing, they can be taken warm. Fortunately, the landing gliders have already been manufactured in the required quantities and the methods of towing them have been debugged. Perhaps, today, the best in the world.
  Here they fly, not like vultures - slower, but fast enough, and accompanied by Wagner's music - Hitler's favorite masterpiece. Who else alive remembered the movie "Apocalypse", where the Americans used this music when attacking the Vietnamese. How it scared them. So here is Wagner, and thundering motives, through amplifiers. The paratroopers smeared their faces with phosphorus, and painted themselves, they look creepy, like demons from the underworld. Also counting on the psychological effect. Plus they added some reagents to the phosphorus, and a little magnesium crumbs to cause a glow at least for a short time. So creepy, especially against the background of the smoking glow, numerous fires. They even have machine guns, also camouflaged in the form of dragons' mouths. Then the melodious German and captured submachine guns start firing. And the mown down, torn ranks fall to the boots of the victors. And many simply prefer to surrender, despite the fact that there are many more Englishmen than Germans.
  The Indian and the Arab woman hid in a small, carefully camouflaged hole. The red man noted:
  - We plowed them well!
  The black-haired woman was surprised:
  - You say we? Maybe you mean us?
  The Indian shook his head:
  - No! The palefaces are beating the English and that's a good sign! And when the time comes, our holiday will come! When the Indians liberate their continent!
  The Arab woman snorted contemptuously:
  - And you don"t by any chance claim to rule the world?
  The Indian smiled affectionately, as if explaining to a mentally retarded child:
  - Those who want to get too much usually end up with nothing! So a big spoon makes your mouth water!
  The Fuhrer, of course, did not see what his falcons and hawks were doing, but he basically guessed that the German military machine would work everything out perfectly. In general, German military offensive operations up to the Kursk Bulge were carried out at a high professional level. Some even call them exemplary. It is even strange that such a machine stalled and then completely fell apart.
  And the four of them took part in the landing of troops on Malta.
  Four girls were only in bikinis. And already in the air they threw grenades at the English with bare feet. And it is very beautiful. Such are girls.
  And in flight, they throw sharply honed disks. And immediately ripped open a dozen necks. In a word - super class beauties. And very sexy, and muscular. Such warriors. And with one blow they split metal and bricks. Such a furious, seething force in them. And let's jump with their bare heels into the chins of English soldiers. They'll hit them like that.
  And blood flies and splashes in all directions.
  After which the girls put their swords into action. And began to smash the English ranks. And while doing so, they sang:
  - White wolves gather in a pack! Only then will the race survive! The weak perish - they are killed, purifying the sacred blood!
  The girls here are so cool. Just super!
  And they chop English soldiers with two swords each. And with bare feet they throw swastikas, killing fighters. And such fierce warriors...
  And the air strike on Malta was very powerful. The Fuhrer gathered aviation from the Eastern Front. And the Ju-88 showed themselves in beauty. And of course, the Ju-87 were also used, which, in the dominance of fighters in the air, showed themselves to be very effective.
  And the Fritzes beat the English very hard. And the terminator girls with bare feet, even harder. And the warriors here are simply class!
  How can you not admire such girls? Not girls, but simply panthers!
  They crush their opponents. And sing:
  - No one will stop us! No one will defeat us! Evil she-wolves are tearing the enemy apart!
  Evil wolves - salute to the heroes!
  And they chop again... However, the English are already giving in. And they raise their hands.
  Gerda roars in English:
  - On your knees! And kiss my feet!
  The men fall down and kiss the girl's bare, slightly dusty feet.
  Then Charlotte, the red-haired beast, makes them kiss their feet. How beautiful she is.
  In the wind, her copper-red hair flutters like a proletarian battle flag.
  Both men and especially young men kiss the round heels of the goddess. And lick the rough feet of the beauty.
  Kissed on the bare feet of both Christina and Magda. Also top-notch girls.
  And such warriors are strong and muscular. And most importantly, barefoot, pretty.
  And the slender figures, and the press plates! And in them there is something wonderful, both martial and beautiful.
  And every muscle plays, and balls of muscle roll under the tanned skin.
  These girls are super class! They have the power of anger and the flame of passion! And confidence in victory.
  And the English shower their bare, graceful feet with kisses!
  Malta fell, and it became much easier to transfer troops to Africa. The Fuhrer became smarter, and most importantly, a logical thought came to his mind: the USSR is a totalitarian country, and therefore strong. Almost two hundred million people united by communist ideology and that is strength!
  But at the same time, the USSR has enough land and it is not going to attack anyone.
  So, in order to attack Russia, you need to prepare.
  And what kind of tanks do the Germans have? Frankly weak! And the Russians at the May Day parade saw KV-2s with 152-millimeter guns, and KV-1s with 76-millimeter guns, and T-34s, nimble tanks, too, with guns that can penetrate the Germans.
  And the Fuhrer ordered: to create our own monsters to counterbalance the Russian tanks. In particular, "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions" and "Mauses". Good machines for their time, but too heavy.
  Both expensive and labor-intensive! But German technology could compete with Soviet technology in this case.
  Besides, the Germans expected that soon they would have all of Africa, and they would be able to seize the world's important resources. And there would be slaves, and troops, and combat units...
  In general, the Wehrmacht soldiers are strong...
  And the girls are gorgeous... And wonderful stealers!
  They walked around Malta and were noted for torturing men. Cruel warriors. They undressed young men and raped them girls! And what is not entertainment.
  The warriors sang and shouted a lot:
  - No one can stop us, even the devil can"t defeat us!
  Gerda and her crew also attacked the English cruiser. The girls walked along it with swords and chopped everyone. And at the same time they threw sharpened disks with their bare feet.
  Swift warriors, who cannot be stopped easily and without problems. They go and crush sailors. And wave with both hands. A quartet of witches appeared. And merciless, absolutely murderous Witches.
  They run along the deck, flashing their round, pink heels, and wave their swords like propeller blades. They chop down the English and sing to themselves, grinning.
  - We are not pathetic girls, our voices are so loud! We crush the Englishmen with all our might, so that there will be no peace here!
  And how they show their tongues! These girls are real terminators!
  And with bare toes they throw discs at themselves, and knock out enemies.
  They will do it very bloodily. And they will cut throats. And they will open so many throats.
  Aggressive guys.
  Or rather, girls, with the muscles of wild animals. And no one can tame them - that"s the element.
  The girls are dashing and almost naked. And they even exposed their breasts to look more beautiful.
  Gerda sang:
  - And they'll capture the cruiser - the girls are brave! Such elements, such elements!
  The girls are truly such beauties that you can't stop them on the fly.
  They are seething with a furious, seething energy. And it is simply such an aggressive hurricane and an abundance of flame and heat.
  Warriors are really just lovely. And they can punch you in the jaw.
  They contain such aggressive quirks of girls who were born with wings and fangs...
  Charlotte chops down the English and squeals to herself:
  - No one can compare to us in battle! I'm a she-wolf, a tough she-wolf!
  And the red-haired beast starts to slash and cut with a sword...
  So the English admiral fell under the girls' retribution. But what did he actually want? Who did he get involved with?
  The warriors took him and chopped him into pieces!
  Christina sang with pleasure:
  - There will be sliced shashlik!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  And then she threw a disc with sharp edges with her bare foot. And killed five Englishmen at once.
  Magda kicked with her bare heel and three Englishmen went overboard. What a girl she is - a real savage!
  And all four will exclaim:
  - Glory to our gods!
  And again he will chop... Already hundreds of Englishmen have been chopped down. And the survivors fall to their knees and kiss the beautiful girls, their strong, chiseled, bare feet.
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  Zoya Nikolaevich wrote a very good piece. And she started composing again.
  The young woman Rosa Luxemburg was arrested on the personal order of Kaiser Wilhelm.
  She was handcuffed and led out of the house. People looked on in confusion as the blonde revolutionary, who looked to be about thirty years old with a slender figure, was led out by police.
  Rose stomped her leather boots through the melting March snow and tried to maintain a calm expression on her face, pale with fear.
  To cheer herself up and not show her excitement, the Marxist began to sing;
  There is cold in the world - snowfall,
  Even the rich are a beggar!
  Devils rule the planet
  They turned the Earth into hell!
  
  If you want to live in joy,
  May happiness come to everyone's home!
  Break the chains of slavery like a thread,
  Then the bag will be full!
  
  There is a country that is an example for everyone,
  A strong warrior - a pioneer!
  His sword to the holy Fatherland,
  So that the evil Sir doesn't yelp!
  
  Germany is the decree of all the worlds,
  The power of the wisest luminaries!
  Without any embellishment we will say,
  The Almighty has illuminated our path!
  
  We will not know the word coward,
  If a soldier doesn't whisper, I'm afraid!
  With pure Orthodox faith,
  May God Jesus inspire!
  
  There is no peace in hearts without Christ,
  The radiant one leads to battle!
  Without faith, war is vanity,
  The losses are uncontrollable!
  
  The Devil will begin to tempt,
  Lying to your own people is a bad mark!
  But do not trust the wicked,
  There is no reason to betray!
  
  We are faithful to our oath until death,
  Space is waiting for descendants - believe me!
  Let us overthrow the sons of Satan,
  Will not be able to capture the Earth!
  
  Therefore, good luck awaits,
  Whoever is strong - the Lord will save!
  God loves the German people,
  The flame in the veins melts the ice!
  
  Let's reach endless boundaries -
  Let's show the Universe our way!
  We Orthodox Christians must not fall on our faces,
  The devil can't bend a horn!
  On the way, the police slapped Rose on the bottom with their palms - as if to say, there is no point in singing songs when the Kaiser's Germany is losing the war. And when the troops of Tsarist Russia have already entered Warsaw, which marks the turning point of the war. And this bitch just keeps singing.
  Rosa was taken to the building of the central Berlin prison. Everything was more or less clean and neat in the German way. Rosa calmed down. The German prison would be clean, and most likely a solitary cell without bedbugs and rats, with the rations required by law. And there, Germany would capitulate in a few months and she would be released. And maybe she would even get a ministerial position in the new government.
  Rose, stamping the heels of her boots, sang:
  - Let you live as a janitor,
  You will be born a foreman again...
  And then you will grow from a foreman to a minister,
  But if you are as dumb as a tree -
  You will be born a baobab,
  And you will be a baobab,
  It will take you a hundred centuries to die!
  Rosa, not paying attention to the prison corridors, bars, locks, barbed wire, walked like a queen. She imagined how they were making films about her, and writing films about the Bolshevik martyr. And how popular and cool she became from this - it cannot be described in words, just a fairy tale.
  Well, how can you not start singing in this situation? You go to prison - like it's a holiday.
  And Rose, without embarrassment, sang out loud, as if she were a real queen who was being enthroned;
  I am a brave Komsomol member in captivity,
  There she found herself in a very fierce battle...
  O Motherland, know that I will repay my debt to you,
  I will fill your home with comfort and coziness!
  
  I knew little - nothing,
  And they took me to the interrogation barefoot,
  Fascism is of course complete crap,
  The Fritzes beat me cruelly with a whip!
  
  Strip, half naked on a snowdrift,
  And so they drove through the villages in pisuga...
  So that your Fuhrer receives a coffin,
  And we will see the distant future of communism!
  
  We better not expect mercy,
  And I won"t say a word to the fascists!
  In vain did I think to thief in wild anger,
  What a timid lamb the Komsomol member is!
  
  My enemies put me on the rack,
  Fires were lit under the heels...
  And I hear the battle - you're flogging with a wire,
  I am a path of sorrows, miles of hot coals!
  
  There is no recognition and the current is not scary,
  I can withstand any test...
  Let this be a shock to the fascists.
  And for me any dust is suffering!
  
  I will go through all this, I will endure it, believe me,
  Since my homeland is Russia...
  And the beast of fascism will be buried,
  Christ and the Red Mission will come!
  
  Yes, I know, the noose awaits me,
  There may be even worse executions!
  The country will have to start from scratch,
  Because there have been so many outrages!
  
  And then came great communism,
  We ran across Mars while playing...
  Let humanism triumph in the world,
  For fighting so hard!
  
  Universe you will be, know mine,
  Such endless radiant stars...
  The eagle who was once a sparrow,
  Any of us with recognition of the artist!
  Rosa, in her pride, did not even notice how she was brought into the room for a search. And three female guards began to undress her with their deft, habitual movements of professionals. And the proud celestial Rosa Luxemburg found herself completely naked in front of three guards who strongly resembled gorillas.
  Only a painful pinch with a large paw on her bare chest with the words: "Oh, what boobs," dispelled Rose's major mood, and she bashfully covered herself and exclaimed:
  - What are you doing!?
  Rose, especially naked, looked very young, her waist was thin and her figure was flawless.
  So the warden smirked and replied:
  - Nothing special, girl! Auntie will feel you up now, for prohibited items - piercing, cutting, chemicals! And secret notes!
  Rose, trying unsuccessfully to cover her nakedness with her hands, replied:
  - I have nothing, and it"s humiliating and disgusting!
  The warden with officer's shoulder straps laughed and answered decisively:
  - Don't twitch! Otherwise it will hurt more!
  And large hands in thin rubber gloves began to unceremoniously grope Rose's shapely, beautiful, seductive body. Two other guards - also masculine and tall - held the young, shapely woman tightly by the hands, not allowing her to cover her shameful parts.
  The large warden pulled Rose by the ears, felt and looked into her nostrils. Then she put her gloved fingers into her mouth. And it was very disgusting, Rose felt sick from the touch of rubber. In addition, the thought arose that maybe these were not disposable gloves, and she had used them earlier, climbing into women's intimate places. And these thoughts almost made Rose vomit. Only a titanic effort of will, and an unwillingness to show her weakness, allowed Rose to hold back the release of vomit.
  And her fingers reached the very tonsils, were under the tongue, felt the roof of the mouth, behind the cheeks, and a very disgusting taste of rubber remained in the mouth. Having finished with the inspection in the mouth, the warden began to knead Rosa's breast again. From her rough touches the young woman's scarlet nipples swelled and hardened.
  The guards grinned and muttered:
  - Well? Do you like it? I see that my caresses excite you!
  Rosa Luxemburg roared:
  - You're a bitch! To behave like that!
  The female officer responded by slapping the young revolutionary across the face and remarking:
  - Know your place, rebel! Or I'll send you to the ice cell - naked!
  After which she continued to shamelessly grope the prisoner"s body.
  Her strong fingers pressed on her navel, causing Rosa Luxemburg to cry out in pain. Then they felt very roughly and painfully under the armpits of the revolutionary woman.
  But the most brutal and humiliating part was yet to come. The warden ordered:
  - Spread your legs wider!
  Rose reluctantly obeyed. And the female overseer roughly thrust her large paw into the vagina. The large fingers in gloves, slippery from the saliva that was in Rose's mouth, entered very deeply into the woman's womb. The walls of the vagina spread widely, and it became incredibly painful.
  Rose screamed and twitched, trying to break free. But the powerful guards, who had considerable experience in searching, held her tightly. The jailer's fingers reached the very uterus, and continued to pick. It was both painful and extremely humiliating.
  And the mannish gorilla warden kept turning. Finally, after another turn of her enormous paw, the revolutionary woman turned deathly pale, gasped, and passed out. Her head with its fair hair fell to the side.
  The jailer standing on the right noted:
  - She's in shock!
  The large warden very skillfully patted Rose on the cheeks, massaged her neck, pinched her roughly. The woman came to her senses. There were tears of pain and humiliation in her eyes. She expected anything from prison, but she did not think that she would be met like this, rudely, as if she were not a person, but less than an animal.
  The senior matron said kindly:
  - Well, don't be afraid! Now bend over, auntie will feel your butt and the worst will be over!
  Rose said with a trembling voice, dropping a tear on the floor:
  - Maybe we shouldn't!
  The gorilla warden growled:
  - No! That's exactly it! Let's tilt it!
  The powerful jailers roughly twisted Rose's arms, making her wheeze in pain, and bent her over. The girl found herself in a crab position. And her naked body glistened with sweat, as if greased.
  And the gorilla warden unceremoniously stuck her two large, long fingers into her anus. And very deep, all the way to her large intestine. Rosa screamed in pain and shame. The very strong female jailers held her tightly and did not let her escape. And the warden's powerful hand was rummaging around in the ass of the beautiful and seductive revolutionary.
  Rose moaned, and her naked breasts rose and fell. And tears ran down her exhausted, pale face. The search resembled torture, both moral and physical.
  She felt that the senior warden wanted to humiliate her as much as possible, and therefore was in no hurry.
  Rose sang through blue teeth, shaking tears of pain and humiliation from her cheeks:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  Those who are eager to break the shackles!
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  We will be able to break Wilhelm!
  The gorilla warden laughed and replied:
  - You are a brave girl!
  And she twisted it again, causing severe pain in the ass, and finally pulled out her paw in a glove, which was covered in blood.
  She, the big guy, winced and threw the ruined glove into the trash can, exclaiming:
  - Check her legs, the search is over!
  Feeling bare soles and examining between the toes is not as humiliating as it used to be when a paw-ladle climbed into the vagina and anus. So it is now possible to survive this without tears.
  They finished searching Rose, and just like that, naked and barefoot, they led her into the next room.
  There they began to photograph her. They gave her a card with a number and put her against a white wall. They snapped pictures of her in profile, full face, half sideways, and from behind. Then they took pictures of her full-length, naked, also from the front, from behind, from the side, and half sideways. And the photographer was a man, which made it all even more humiliating.
  Then they put Rose on the scales. They weighed her, measured her height, and then stood her against the wall and measured her arm span. Then they recorded the length of her foot and shoe size. It wasn't painful, but it was very humiliating. Especially since there were not only women in the room, but also men.
  So a man and two women in white coats put Rose in the light and began to examine her carefully, writing down in a journal all the moles, scars, burns and special marks.
  Rosa turned scarlet with shame and anger. How they humiliate her, and how can they treat a young woman who has already become a real legend like that? However, maybe that is why they treat her like that, to humiliate the leader of the German left.
  Time passed slowly, and Rose began to hum:
  We will dig up the whole world of violence,
  To the ground, and then...
  We will build a new, new world,
  He who was nothing will become everything!
  The woman in the white coat sternly remarked:
  - Now you are nobody - just a prisoner!
  And she pinched Rose's bare nipple. Rose stood there, pale and glistening with cold sweat, singing:
  - This is our last one,
  And the decisive battle...
  Without a doubt -
  Guys, follow me!
  Finally, the rewriting of the signs was over. And she was taken to the next room. There, a woman in uniform ordered her to hold out her palms. And Rose's hands were smeared with black paint. After which, first, the entire palm was imprinted, and then each finger separately. Then, Rose's ears were smeared - first the right one, and then the left one. And that was imprinted too. Then her lips. Which is already quite disgusting. When your lips are smeared with something dark and sharp-smelling. And they are applied to a sheet of white paper.
  Finally, they took prints from the bare feet of a beautiful woman. One by one. It's not so disgusting anymore.
  We wiped the soles with a special sponge to ensure there were no marks.
  After which Rosa was led away again. She was at a loss to guess what the meticulous and pedantic German jailers would do to her next.
  This time they took her to the X-ray room. And they took a picture of her stomach and intestines, which is generally understandable, there are hiding places. And they also checked her nostrils in the picture. So sometimes they hid capsules with poison or precious stones in them.
  When it was all over, Rose felt some relief. At least it wasn't painful. And you somehow get used to walking around naked like that.
  But Eva also walked around naked, and therefore had no complexes about it. And she will walk around and nothing will happen.
  I wish the procedures would be over soon. And so they really did lead her down a long corridor to the shower. There, under the supervision of the guards, Rosa finally washed herself. The water was warm, pleasant, and you washed away moral and physical dirt. Well, and the guards also gave her some government soap.
  Rosa even cheered up: she washes herself with soap for free. Then she will be given a roof over her head for free, and also a prison ration. It is unpleasant, of course, that the guards look at her like that, but she is beautiful and has nothing to be ashamed of.
  The woman washed the black paint off her bare feet. She had a very good figure, thanks to her athletic lifestyle - like a young girl with firm breasts, but her face showed that she was much older. However, she looked no more than thirty. Rosa was proud that she looked so good.
  So she washed herself and they shouted to her:
  - Enough, finish!
  She came out. And the warden stuck her fingers in her mouth, as if Rosa could take or steal something. And another female prison guard stuck her paw in her womb and anus. Which was humiliating and disgusting. And probably not only Rosa, but also the warden stuck her bare fingers in, not bothering to put on gloves.
  Rosa endured, although she felt humiliated, ashamed, and even in pain. The guard's nails scratched her tender, intimate places in the womb and buttocks.
  But finally, these painful hours of a completely unnecessary search passed.
  And Rose was handcuffed and led away again. The young woman even thought with surprise: would they really lock her in the cell naked? But that couldn't be. Prisoners have no right by law to be kept naked. And they are obliged to give her at least some shoes.
  But they really did take her to the locker room. Where they were supposed to give her government-issued clothes if she didn't have permission to wear her own. Rose was given only a striped dress to wear on her bare body. The dress had a number sewn into it instead of her last name.
  Rose asked:
  - What about panties and a bra?
  The warden replied sternly:
  - There is a special order from the commandant: you will not be given government-issued panties and bras!
  Rose asked in surprise:
  - And why is that?
  The jailer replied sternly:
  - You can hang yourself with them!
  The young revolutionary spread her hands:
  - Am I stupid enough to hang myself? At most, I'll be released in a few months!
  The warden nodded angrily:
  - Everyone says so, but they sit there for years!
  Rose was now wearing only a striped dress that reached above the knees and bare, naked feet.
  The young woman looked at the shelf. There were many different shoes, not very attractive in appearance. But her bare feet were freezing. She would be shocked by the humiliation of the search and other procedures, did not pay attention to the cold, damp, concrete prison floor. But now she was simply shaking.
  Rose moaned in a plaintive tone:
  - My feet are cold, give me some shoes!
  The jailer answered harshly:
  - Special order from the commandant! Due to the special danger of a political prisoner, you are prohibited from wearing shoes while in custody, as you can use them as a combat weapon or throwing objects!
  Rose remarked with a sigh:
  - But it's so cold in prison! I might catch a cold and get sick!
  The warden reassured her:
  - We have a good infirmary! And anyway, stop arguing. Or else you'll get a good spanking!
  The revolutionary was surprised:
  - But haven't floggings been abolished?
  The jailer nodded:
  - They brought them back in during the war! So accept it, beauty - you'll be safer! And as for bare feet, the prisoners get used to it quickly. And it will soon get warmer outside, it's already spring and you'll feel better. And if you have friends outside, let them send you more rations. Only a small part of them reaches the prisoners!
  Rose nodded vigorously:
  - I know it! Germany will be destroyed by corruption!
  The jailer muttered:
  - Just like Russia!
  The young woman's wrists were again handcuffed and she was led barefoot, in a short prison dress, like a slave from the time of Spartacus, through the prison corridors.
  A cell was now waiting for Rose. Moreover, she would prefer a common cell to a solitary one. It is warmer in a common cell and there is someone to talk to. Moreover, women smell much nicer than men and she would feel good with them.
  In order to at least slightly lift her bare female feet, which had fallen from pain, humiliation, and the cold in them, which were freezing from the cold concrete floor, Rosa sang:
  Winter is already losing its strength,
  Here the spring sun rises...
  Wisdom has conquered nature,
  On a scientific quest and hike!
  
  The streams are ringing - the snowdrifts are melting,
  Where the silver carpet is a stream.
  Carnations bloom profusely in May,
  And our friendship is inseparable!
  
  We love the daughters of nature,
  When mushrooms grow in spring...
  No, you know the bad weather,
  How the grace of Christ rains!
  
  In spring, nature comes to life,
  The crystal ice burst with a crack.
  The planet will become, I believe, a paradise,
  Let not the evil fire set the world on fire!
  
  After all, every flower is a universe,
  The bug also wants to live.
  The best destiny of all is creation,
  But poor bunny, you are game.
  
  How did it happen, there is a lot of fear,
  There is much suffering with beauty...
  Sometimes we moan and ask God -
  Help us with happiness and dreams!
  
  But what is evil in the world?
  What started to spin us like a tornado,
  But God answered - this is so that,
  Haven't you become lazy like a bear?
  
  After all, if the banana itself fell,
  You can't even harness a plow.
  The faces of the saints nod from the icons,
  No pineapples - sow rye!
  
  Well, that work leads to success,
  He will make our family stronger!
  But I am in no hurry for prosperity,
  No need for stinginess, Koschei!
  
  The reward will come - there will be strength,
  And we will resurrect those who fell in battle!
  Punishment will befall, know Judas,
  Lies and deceit will be avenged!
  Rose was finally brought to a massive door on which was carved an ominous number - "13". The handcuffs were removed from her and the young woman felt relief, rubbing her exhausted, bruised wrists. Yes, in handcuffs it is both painful and humiliating at the same time.
  She was led into a cell. It was a little warmer inside than outside, there was heating. The cell turned out to be a two-person cell and there was a girl with red hair in it. Quite pretty, and she was sleeping under a blanket. When she woke up, she turned her gentle face and asked:
  - New?
  The jailer nodded:
  - Political! I think it will be much more interesting for you two!
  Rose noted:
  - I don't have bedding?
  The warden giggled:
  - So that you would be more accommodating and testify sooner, they deprive you of your pillow, blanket and mattress. You will lie on the bare boards, freeze and testify against your accomplices sooner!
  Rose stamped her bare foot angrily and growled:
  - You won't get it!
  The heavy, massive door of the cell slammed behind her with a creak.
  . CHAPTER #10.
  This is how Zoya Nikolaevich composes! This girl is really just super. And here again her imagination runs wild:
  The four warriors: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda, fought, repelling the desperate counterattacks of the Soviet units. Where did the Red Army get its strength from?
  But the Soviet troops not only did not surrender, but also managed to constantly counterattack.
  Four warriors in bikinis were sitting in a tank, or rather almost lying down. And they were shooting at moving Soviet vehicles. The warriors were whistling:
  - We are not pathetic bugs, we will tear everything up like blotting paper!
  And their gun shot down the T-34s. They cut up the turrets and opened them up by the roots. And the girls themselves grinned their cute little faces.
  Gerda, aiming the weapon with her bare toes, chirped:
  - I'm scoring a goal!
  And this blonde terminator fired. And the Soviet vehicle's turret was blown off. And it burst into flames...
  Charlotte also fired in turn and said:
  - On his horns and between his legs!
  Kristina also fired, knocking down a turret from a long distance with a T-34. And she chirped:
  - Just know, horses can fly wonderfully!
  Magda also slapped her lips, chirping:
  - And it"s hard for this horse to live without the sky!
  Gerda, pounding the Soviet tanks, said:
  - And like flocks of white-winged swans...
  Charlotte continued with emphasis:
  - The snow-white horses are racing!
  Christina giggled, also hit the joystick button with her bare heel and knocked out a Soviet tank. She chirped:
  - I'll send their guns into the sky! I'll break all the enemy's veins!
  Magda giggled and replied, shaking her full chest:
  - Barefoot dream! We will pluck the diamond from the flower!
  The girls are indeed of unfading beauty, but at the same time they are vile.
  So many Russians have been killed already. And not only Russians, but also Americans, and Englishmen, and many other races.
  Not girls, but just terminators. And at the same time cool and dashing girls!
  Magda suddenly returned to the familiar topic:
  -And yet Jesus is alive! Even though the new monotheism of the Third Reich wants to do without him!
  Gerda confidently said, pressing the joystick with her bare fingers and knocking out another Soviet tank:
  - Jesus dies! The new monotheism is becoming more and more popular. And not only among the Aryan peoples!
  Magda blinked her eyes and said:
  - New monotheism?
  Gerda continued shooting and reported:
  - The new religion is simple and clear. One main and almighty God. Hitler is his messenger and the greatest of prophets. Other gods are angels created by the Main God. There are also their own saints: the best warriors and commanders of the Third Reich. That is, a simple, clear and practical religion. Instead of salvation by grace, like Christians. For us, the reward in heaven is given in accordance with merit. That is, salvation by deeds.
  Charlotte corrected Gerda:
  - In the new religion there is no such concept as salvation at all. There is also a division into slaves, who will pull the strap after death, and Aryans. The more merits an Aryan has, the greater the reward. However, the army exists after death. That is, you won't have to lie on the couch in the garden and copulate with houris. Everything will be decided exclusively by war. And wars will continue in a parallel universe!
  Gerda winked and knocked down the Soviet tank again, and replied:
  - That's it! In the future, after death, we will conquer more and more new universes! And so in a circle, again and again!
  Charlotte sang enthusiastically:
  - We are building a new world! And it denies the past - enthroning the absurd and vulgar!
  Christina giggled, pressed the joystick button with her graceful bare fingers, and continued:
  - Lie down, get up! Lie down, get up! When we don't agree, we go kill everyone!
  Gerda pressed the joystick button with her bare foot and squealed enthusiastically:
  -An eye for an eye! Blood for blood! And all in a circle, again and again!
  Magda growled:
  - And all this will be conquered by Jesus' love! - The girl was indignant. - Everything for you comes down to cruelty!
  Charlotte hissed in response:
  - Alas! Such is the world!
  Christina launched another projectile with her bare toes and said with delight:
  - There is no point in bending to the changing world! Let it bend to us!
  Gerda hissed and pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, saying with delight:
  -Everyone bend over! And we'll bring victory on a platter!
  The warriors hissed. Their pyramidal tank, the AG-50, moved even faster.
  Charlotte, using her bare toes again, fired and chirped:
  - Hit, but don't fight back!
  And the girls giggled in unison... Charlotte remembered one alternative version of World War II. In it, the Germans immediately took Moscow... No, it was different there. But this was a forbidden version of the war. Published underground, and Charlotte looked through it with curiosity. It described an alternative course of World War II. In general, a completely probable event happened: the Japanese opened a front in the Far East. The most combat-ready divisions of the Red Army were tied down in battles with the samurai. Moreover, the Soviet generals were even able to repeat something like Khalkhin Gol, only on a much larger scale.
  But despite the heavy defeat of the Japanese army, the victory came to the Soviet troops, at a high price. Most of the tanks and a significant part of the aircraft were knocked out, the Pacific Fleet was almost completely destroyed. Stalin, being too nervous in the very first days and weeks of the war, demanded unnecessary activity. Naturally, the stronger and much more experienced Japanese achieved major successes, partially compensating for the failures on land.
  On the Western Front, things were, of course, worse than reality. True, Hitler also turned his troops south, but the offensive near Yelnya quickly ran out of steam due to the fact that significantly fewer combat-ready units and aircraft took part in it.
  In general, the dominance of German aviation in the air was even more significant than in reality. Almost half of the Soviet aircraft went to the Far Eastern Front, where Japan was only slightly weaker in the air than the Luftwaffe. In addition, the Zero fighter turned out to be the lightest and most maneuverable fighter in the world, and the Soviet heavy MIGs hopelessly lost in a duel with it, and other red fighters did not look much better.
  In short, in this story the Germans were able to encircle Moscow at the end of October and capture it at the beginning of November.
  Stalin spent some time with his retinue in Kuibyshev. But the course of the war was unfavorable. True, the Germans stopped their advance for the winter and took up defensive positions. The activity in the military operations moved to the Mediterranean sector. Rommel, who was thoroughly pinned down in mid-November, received additional reinforcements from Germany, and part of the German air force was withdrawn from the Eastern Front.
  After the fall of Moscow, desertion in the Red Army became widespread. Many conscripts avoided the army and surrendered en masse. Stalin could not gather forces for a large-scale counteroffensive. The Chechens rebelled, and active resistance to mobilization also developed in Central Asia. The Basmachi became very active.
  Only at the end of February did they manage to gather their forces and begin advancing in the center. By this time, the Germans had already managed to defeat the British in Libya, Rommel had received five new divisions from France to help, and captured Tolbuk. So Britain found itself in a situation of sharply increased anti-war sentiment. France was already waging war against its unfaithful neighbor. German aviation, taking advantage of its qualitative superiority, dominated the air.
  Stalin knew his only chance was to recapture Moscow before Britain finally dropped out of the war.
  At first, the Soviet troops achieved some success and penetrated the enemy's defense. However, then General Vlasov changed his mind and surrendered his second shock army to the Fritzes. Several more commanders changed, and the offensive was finally disrupted.
  And Mainstein managed to achieve a major tactical success by defeating the Soviet troops on the Kerch bridgehead.
  In March, the Germans were able to bypass the British positions near El Aman and seize Cairo on the move. And in April, the Suez Canal was under their control. In May, Sevastopol fell, Leningrad capitulated, and the German command prepared for an offensive. However, the Soviet command struck first near Kharkov... Alas, as in real history, the Red Army faced a crushing defeat.
  The situation was aggravated by the fact that the Japanese, having replenished their troops with personnel and copied the Soviet T-34 tank, themselves launched a counteroffensive. And the Nazis moved to the Caucasus, trying to get their hands on oil.
  The balance of forces turned out to be much worse than in real history. So the Germans reached Stalingrad much earlier and attacked the city from several sides. Nevertheless, the battles continued for more than a month. It is possible that Stalingrad could have held out longer, but Turkey also entered the war on the side of the Third Reich, thus the Caucasian and Transcaucasian fronts absorbed all available reserves. And the Japanese were able to achieve a number of tactical successes.
  Realizing that his situation was hopeless, Stalin offered the Fuhrer peace. More precisely, even capitulation. The conditions were harsh. The Germans took back Moscow and the Moscow region, but retained Leningrad, Kaleria, Ukraine, the Baltics, the entire Caucasus with its oil, the Don lands, the Volga delta together with Astrakhan and Stalingrad.
  In addition, Stalin was forced to pay huge reparations, supply raw materials from Siberia free of charge, and also transfer a significant part of industrial equipment and almost all heavy weapons, as well as the military and merchant fleet to the Wehrmacht.
  The only thing is that Japan, which did not achieve great success on its part of the front, was given only northern Sakhalin, Mongolia and a small part of Primorye. But this was a real capitulation. No matter what Soviet propagandists said later about how they managed to preserve the Soviet state while fighting against a huge coalition and that the Red Army showed the greatest valor, but... You can't take the words out of a song - this was a total defeat and the loss of territory where half the population of the USSR lived before the war.
  However, the Second World War did not end there. Although Churchill offered Hitler peace, the Fuhrer succinctly remarked: it is too late to drink Borjomi!
  The hint is apparently that Hitler did not drink anything stronger than mineral water, while Churchill loved to drink cognac.
  At first, the Third Reich was successful. The Germans captured the Middle East and began advancing through Africa... And Japan attacked the United States, in Peru Harbor. Ironically, also on December 7, only this time not in 1941, but in 1942. And here, at first, the samurai were successful. Only in June 1943 did they suffer a brutal defeat at Midway.
  And the Germans, in general, swallowed Africa quite successfully.
  In the USSR after the capitulation there was a coup soon. Stalin was overthrown, made a scapegoat, and along with him Beria. The tandem of Voznesensky and Zhukov divided power between themselves. In Central Asia, the carrot and stick method managed to suppress the Basmachi movement, and temporary stabilization occurred in the Soviet Union.
  The country was healing its wounds, new tank armies and air forces were being created.
  The Third Reich also developed technology, but in the area of tank building, Hitler was overly carried away by gigantomania. The Tiger tank weighed fifty-seven tons, the Panther forty-four and a half. And the Lion tank, which in an alternative history nevertheless entered serial production, pulled all ninety tons. In this regard, the creation of the Maus weighing 188 tons could be considered the height of insanity. If not for the appearance of the Rat weighing 2,000 tons, and the Monster weighing 4,000 tons.
  And who needs such monsters, and how to use them practically is a question of tenths. Fortunately, the fascists now have plenty of slaves and natural resources, and they can afford such experiments.
  The production of seagoing vessels, submarines, battleships and aircraft carriers also increased. Hitler wanted to get the USA and Britain on land. But of course this led to the fact that the land forces lagged behind in development.
  In May 1944, the Germans tried to land in Britain. But with the help of the Americans, the British repelled the onslaught, and after washing himself in blood, the enraged Fuhrer demanded:
  - Destroy this island from the face of the earth using Dr. Brown's ballistic missiles!
  Now the production of V-2 rockets received priority over other programs. This, of course, created problems for the British, but it slowed down the development of jet aviation.
  In addition, each ballistic missile cost as much as three brand new Panthers, but carried eight hundred kilograms of explosives.
  The Germans bombarded London with V-1 and V-2 rockets. The former were ten times cheaper, but the British and Americans found effective ways to combat them, but there was no escape from von Braun's ballistic missiles. It was not even possible to warn of their appearance.
  The Germans were pressing the British, capturing Africa, and fighting America on land and sea. In early 1945, the ME-262 became a production aircraft, undoubtedly significantly superior to the Allied fighters in speed and armament. Jet aircraft were especially superior to their propeller-driven counterparts in the speed of climb. The AP-183 also became a fully combat-ready and full-fledged jet fighter.
  The Germans also had submarines powered by hydrogen peroxide, and miniature submarines. But perhaps the most promising were the disc-shaped flying machines. They gave the Fritzes a chance for complete dominance in the air. However, combat tests showed that despite the excellent flight characteristics, the machine itself was too expensive and vulnerable to small arms fire.
  The USSR managed to create new tank corps at the cost of titanic efforts. The main Soviet tank at first was the T-34-85, but then it was replaced by the T-44. The latter machine had a fundamentally new layout scheme that allowed to reduce the height and strengthen the armor without increasing the weight of the steel horse.
  The T-44, weighing 32 tons, had 100-millimeter frontal armor on the hull, 120-millimeter turret armor, and 90-millimeter side armor. This resulted in a vehicle that was lighter in weight and superior in combat qualities to the heavier Panthers.
  Because the weight of the war shifted to the sea, the development of tank building in the Third Reich slowed down somewhat. German tanks still used an outdated layout: transmission in the front, fighting compartment in the middle, engine in the back. And this is both extra height and excess weight. In addition to the "Lion", "Maus", "Tiger", "Panther", only the "Mammoth" tank appeared. Also a machine similar to the "Maus", but a little lighter and with sloping side armor - still not small 140 tons. True, German tanks did not have excellent optics and night vision devices.
  The new generation tanks of the "E" series never made it beyond prototypes.
  In general, Soviet armored vehicles are better in practical terms, and most importantly, there are many more Soviet tanks than German ones.
  Jet aircraft really has no equal opponent, but the USSR is running out of time. Roosevelt is dead, and Truman is trying to get out of the war. If the British metropolis falls, then the US won't fight either. And one-on-one with this monster is impossible.
  And in the territories occupied by the fascists, a guerrilla war is raging with ever-increasing force.
  On November 7, 1945, the Red Army launched a decisive offensive along all lines of the Eastern Front. Thus began a new liberation campaign. And they managed to achieve complete tactical surprise.
  The local population joyfully welcomed the liberators, and the partisans became active in all directions. Hundreds of German trains were derailed, the ground was burning under the feet of the occupiers.
  Soviet troops already in the first days liberated Rzhev, Kalinin, Vyazma, Voronezh, cut off the Stalingrad group of the enemy. In the battles it became clear that the "Panther" was inferior in a head-on battle, and in its especially side armor. "Tigers", of which quite a few were also produced, were also not very mobile. Only the "Tiger"-2 and "Lion" surpassed Soviet tanks in a frontal skirmish, but were inferior in mobility and combat at short distances.
  True, the 85-mm Soviet gun is not strong enough. For example, the "Maus" and "Mammoth", it can't even penetrate the side. But it can break the tracks and immobilize the enemy. True, the "Maus" rollers are very wide and durable.
  In the air, things are worse. In addition to the ME-262, the Germans already have the ME-1010 and TA-183. The latter machine turned out to be more practical than the brainchild of Messerschmitt, with adjustable sweep wings.
  In addition, the Ju-287 began to fly in small batches with its wild speed. The propeller-driven Ju-488, which developed a speed of 700 kilometers per hour, also took part in the bombing of Moscow. Only the LA-7 had a chance to catch up with such a machine.
  Yes, the Germans are much stronger in the air. Their most successful ace Huffman has already scored more than four hundred aircraft and received golden oak leaves to the Knight's Cross.
  In the Smolensk region, the Red Army encountered large fascist reserves transferred from the West. A large number of foreign and colonial troops took part in the battles. Their combat capability was much lower than that of the German and Soviet troops, but they tried to take them by numbers.
  The Soviet troops were drawn into fierce battles in the central direction. Fortunately, heavy snowfalls fell and frost struck, which had a paralyzing effect on the black and Arab units, as well as on the excessively heavy German armored vehicles. As a result, the Red Army was able to create a cauldron in the Smolensk region. More than eighty motley Wehrmacht divisions were surrounded.
  Soviet units successfully advanced in other directions as well. In particular, at the end of January they completely cut the Caucasian front. The Red Army's successes were also facilitated by the active actions of the partisans.
  For example, Rostov-on-Don was taken with a swift demarche on February 3, 1946.
  The Nazis continued to thresh right up until the end of March, having reached the line in the center to the Dnieper, in the south to Kharkov, and to Voroshilovgrad. And Transcaucasia having reached Azerbaijan, having approached Baku, and at the same time liberated Tbilisi. In the north, the Red Army was rushing to Leningrad, but it was not possible to take the well-fortified city by storm.
  But in April, the fronts stabilized. The Germans and their satellites brought new forces into battle, and the weather changed for the warmer.
  In this situation, the Soviet command abandoned the tactics of attacking on a broad front, and relied on short concentrated strikes in different places. That is, they began to do what they did in real history, only more competently and with fewer victims.
  The success of the offensive was also facilitated by Hitler's counterproductive interference in the process of commanding the troops. The frenzied Fuhrer demanded the concentration of troops on the front line of defense, which led to huge losses as a result of artillery preparation, and allowed the offensive to be quickly developed in the event of reaching operational space.
  But here is the first offensive in the Sukhumi area, the city was liberated at the end of May. Then the blow in June in the Petrozavodsk direction - the defeat of the Germans and Finns.
  In July, Soviet troops liberated Kharkov and most of Donbass. And in August, they drove the Germans out of Gomel, Mozyr, liberated Polesia, reaching the Sluch River and forcing the Berezina.
  In September, Soviet troops approached the Dnieper on the Ukrainian front. And in October and November 1946, the Dnieper was crossed and Kyiv was liberated. December was spent in heavy fighting, but the Red Army managed to recapture Minsk. And January 1947 was marked by the liberation of Leningrad. Now the Germans and their satellites were being thrashed in all directions.
  In the Far East, the Japanese were only shooting. The Samurai were desperately trying to break the US, and therefore were passive towards the Red Army.
  But when the Soviet troops reached the Neman River in February, and in March liberated Right-Bank Ukraine to the Bug, the troops of the Land of the Rising Sun went on a decisive offensive.
  By this time, the Germans had finally launched a new generation of tanks, the "E" series, with a denser layout and low silhouettes.
  The Soviet Union, however, also received the T-54, which was capable of a great deal. And along with it, the heavy Zh-4, also with a new layout scheme.
  The Nazis still held the Baltics and part of Karelia. Although almost the entire territory of the USSR was liberated, including Armenia and Azerbaijan. In May 1947, the United States, upsetting the balance of world power, used an atomic bomb against Japan. Thus threatening the samurai with heavenly punishment and a new Armageddon.
  And of course, not only the Land of the Rising Sun, but also the USSR.
  On May 25 and 30, two atomic bombs fell on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. But Japan only halted its offensive against the USSR, not giving in one bit. In June, the Red Army cut off the fascist hordes in the Baltics. And in July and August, after bloody and frantic battles, it approached the Vistula.
  September was spent in battles on the territory of Romania and Hungary, then October passed, with November. An uprising broke out in Yugoslavia, the Germans suffered defeat in Norway. And the Americans had already dropped eleven nuclear charges on Japan.
  January 1948 turned out to be a bloody month, but successful for the Soviet Union. The aging Fuhrer, counting on the superiority of the new E-70 tank, ordered an offensive. It should be noted that despite the use of a classic layout scheme: the engine and transmission together, and a weight of seventy tons, the level of armor of the vehicle was insufficient.
  The main reason was the gun's too powerful 128-millimeter ammunition complement and the large amount of ammunition for it. Because of this, the tank, even taking into account the denser layout scheme, had armor proportionate to the "Royal Tiger", and only the turret's front was 200 millimeters. However, the vehicle's running characteristics, thanks to the 1200-horsepower engine, are quite satisfactory, no worse than the Soviet T-54. But the Soviet vehicle is mass-produced, and the German one, due to the almost double overload, is much smaller in scale.
  In addition, the rabid Fuhrer stubbornly did not want to remove the nightmarish Maus tank from production, and the slightly better Mammoth.
  Nevertheless, the whole of January and February were spent in the most stubborn battles. Soviet troops reached the Oder and cut off East Prussia from the main part of fascist Germany.
  In March, fierce battles broke out for Hungary. They continued until the end of April and the liberation of Budapest was completed. And by the end of May, the liberation of East Prussia was mostly completed. Although some small cities and Königsberg held out until mid-July. On June 22, 1948, Soviet troops completed the encirclement of Vienna.
  The Soviet command did not sink into storming the most powerful defensive line: Berlin. By the end of July, the Germans were finally driven out of the Balkans and Soviet troops entered the Alps and the Venetian region of Italy. And the Allies finally took the risk of landing in France. However, it was unsuccessful. The Fritzes, with the help of reconnaissance, calculated the landing date in advance and pulled in reserves. In addition, the Fritzes still had a qualitative advantage in the air. They had a more advanced ME-362 with swept wings and five 30-mm aircraft cannons, and the most maneuverable HE-262 in the world. Both machines developed a speed of 1100-1200 kilometers per hour, and even the newly appeared MIG-15 and American F-4 could not compete with them on equal terms.
  But in tanks, Soviet designers were able to put forward a serious competitor in the form of the ZhV-7. The vehicle is armed with a 130-mm long-barreled gun, and its frontal armor is capable of withstanding blows from a 128-mm German vehicle.
  The "Maus", which the frenzied Fuhrer was so proud of, quickly became obsolete and was already giving in to the Soviet machine.
  True, the Germans had the "Lion" - 4 or "Royal Lion" with a 210-millimeter gun and three-hundred-millimeter frontal armor. But this vehicle weighed over one hundred tons and was not distinguished by its transportability.
  True, in August 1948 the Germans tested the latest model of a pyramidal tank. But this machine, in which the original pyramid shape provided a rational angle of inclination from all angles, appeared too late.
  Soviet troops launched an offensive on Prague at the end of July and the beginning of August. The city was liberated from the fascists only on August 27, and they turned the capital of the Czech Republic into an impregnable fortress. After which a major offensive on Hamburg began in September.
  The plan called for a deep bypass of Germany's main defensive line in Berlin. Hamburg fell on October 8, and by the end of the month, Soviet troops had entered the Ruhr region. The fascist state was now living out the remainder of its allotted life in agony. But Japan, under nuclear attack, of which there were as many as thirty-two in 1948, was still not going to capitulate or surrender in any more dignified way.
  In November, Soviet troops liberated the Ruhr, and in mid-December, advancing along the Rhine, they reached the North Sea, finally completing the encirclement of Berlin. In Italy, a military coup d'état overthrew Mussolini, and in France, a revolution. The Germans resisted for some time in January 1949 in Belgium, Holland and Denmark. But by the end of February, only the relatively small Berlin bridgehead remained unoccupied.
  On March 15, 1949, the last combat operation in Europe began. Not only Soviet troops took part in the attack on Berlin, but also American, British, French, Polish and other troops. The large-scale attack came from all sides. On March 31, Hitler committed suicide, and on April 2, the remnants of the Berlin garrison capitulated.
  The war in Europe was over, but Japan was still stubbornly holding out.
  In June, the Red Army went on the offensive in the Far East. The fighting lasted just over a month and ended with the complete defeat of the Japanese. On August 9, World War II ended...
  . CHAPTER #11.
  After Zoya had made up a little, this girl-captain took and drank some strong rum. And from the heat she fainted and the beauty took and fell asleep and dreamed of this.
  Oleg Lomonosov felt that the problem of the hypno-emitter was close to being solved. Only during the search the Germans found an important part of the device and took it with them. Now they had to start over. And time was inexorably passing. Hundreds of thousands of Soviet soldiers were dying every month. German bombers, including the recently appeared super-heavy T-400 with six engines, could now bomb almost the entire territory of the USSR.
  The Nazis had already reached even Kazakhstan, and in the south they had joined forces with Japanese troops. The situation had become critical. And he and the girls were in captivity.
  Galina Lomonosova and Angelina Kostolomova help to build the device at night. And it is not easy after hard work in quarries or building railroads, instead of deep sleep, picking at parts, and trying to build something from scraps and wire fragments.
  And in general, the idea with the hypno-emitter seemed more and more adventurous. To invent a superweapon with the help of a boy in underground conditions? Yes, that's nonsense! And impossible in principle!
  They were fed tolerably, all such guinea pigs. Oleg grew up and became a muscular teenager. But he is still a boy, and around them there are werewolves-animals and select SS units.
  In addition, the fanatical doctors had an idea to test space equipment again.
  Therefore, the working day was short, and after feeding them well, they were sent to bed.
  Angelina Kostolomov, laying down to sleep, pressed Oleg"s asbestos-white head to her chest and whispered:
  - If we start killing Nazis or samurai again, that would be great! I hope you will fight with us too!
  The boy inventor answered, not too confidently:
  - Will we enter the same river a second time? This is the question of questions!
  His sister Galina giggled and patted the boy on the leg:
  - No problem! We'll see something there. And that's much better than the quarry routine.
  The immersion into the visions happened suddenly, as if they had entered a film projection. And it really wasn't quite typical...
  They saw significant forces entering the battle. The troops of Colonel Mikhelson and Yemelyan Pugachev fought near Kazan. As it turned out, the descriptions of the battle by historians were inaccurate. In particular, Mikhelson had significantly more soldiers and especially cavalry. Well, this is, in general, logical: it is unlikely that a detachment of eight hundred people could have defeated a horde of more than twenty thousand Pugachevites. Even taking into account the overwhelming qualitative superiority.
  The army of Tsar Yemelyan (if of course it was the Cossack Yemelyan Pugachev, which historians strongly doubt!), is of course large. But its main mass is peasants with clubs and scythes. In close combat, a spear, or an axe, and especially a pitchfork can more or less withstand a bayonet, but at a distance, Mikhelson's experienced infantry is capable of inflicting serious damage.
  The shots cause panic among the peasants. The bearded bast-shoe wearers and the moustacheless, young tramps fall. The front hordes, having been shot at, retreat, the rear ones do not let them. Panic arises. The best option would be to throw the peasants into the attack, and, having covered the distance that can be shot at, enter into hand-to-hand combat.
  But the peasants did not have enough courage, they began to retreat... Mikhelson, however, has little infantry. His thin ranks are constantly shrouded in smoke. True, the peasants crowd tightly, and they are sure to be hit. But Yemelyan's entire army consists of bast-shoe wearers. Here the mounted Kalmyks and Bashkirs enter the battle. They shower the infantry with arrows and immediately jump back.
  Pugachev's mounted forces are dangerous... It's hard to hit a mounted nomad with a primitive gun, and an arrow is almost as long-range as a bullet. And if you soak it in poison.
  Mikhelson had to throw away his trump card - two cavalry regiments. The colonel is strong - he has almost three thousand troops. But still much less than the peasant tsar.
  The retreating peasants were the first to fall under the blows of the hussars and dragoons. Sabres fly, fall on the heads of the homespun crowd. Yemelyan's army is full of beardless youth. They, as a rule, do not have bast shoes and hats, why should boys tear bast shoes in the summer? Let the bearded men be wary of the prickly path and the stones on the roads.
  Noble blades break mostly light, sun-bleached "teapots". Some especially nimble and not so cowardly as adult peasant teenagers manage to slash a horse's belly with a scythe, or chop with an axe. And a spear can turn out to be a good weapon.
  And individual hunters with guns are also firing at the rider. The cavalry suffers noticeable losses.
  Because there are many men, it is not easy for the riders to pick up the pace. And there is no notorious male dominance here. Here a portly woman, hardened by hard work, moved her horse with a hefty club. Blood gushed from her broad forehead, and another blow followed on the rider's head.
  The front curves like a snake. The advance of the hussars and dragoons has seriously slowed down. The resistance of the men suddenly became even stronger. Angelina Kostolomov, Oleg Lomonosov, and his sister Galina have plopped down in this hell. And they have no weapons in their hands. And what to fight with in this case.
  The young pioneer boy mechanically grabbed the axe. And deftly dodged the swing of the hussar's sabre. And since the latter failed, putting his efforts into the blow, the boy managed to chop him across the neck.
  Angelina chose the braid, growling:
  - Know when we, repelling the onslaught of the fascists, broke out of the Belostok cauldron!
  Galina stabbed the dragoon in the stomach with the tip of the spear. And from the tension the shaft broke, but the enemy had already managed to fall with a fatal sting in his stomach.
  Angelina got her victim with a scythe. Of course, they, brought up by the Komsomol girls, preferred to enter the battle with the tsarist army on the side of the peasants.
  Mikhelson ordered new forces to be thrown at this flank, which had become much more stubborn. The battle was becoming a real seesaw. The dismounted Cossacks attacked the hussars. Mikhelson clearly took a big risk when he ordered the cannons to be fired. However, now the Cossacks, Trudoviks and peasants began to be killed in much larger numbers.
  Although the embodied trinity found itself in the very epicenter of the cavalry attack, wounds, sabres and bullets spared the girls and the boy for now. Oleg, for example, worked very quickly with an axe. It seemed that a dozen demons had embodied themselves in him at once. And with each blow, one of the hussars fell.
  Cossacks and factory shooters fired from a square. The former soldiers who had been captured by Pugachev and had taken the oath to the peasant tsar hesitated.
  They were afraid of being taken prisoner, where they would face even more cruel punishment than the rebellious peasants. But they also lack the spiritual strength to die for the dubious king.
  However, something has changed in their mood. And the men are no longer running, but trying to resist. Here one of the boys jumped on the horse and bit the dragoon's neck. He bit through the artery, letting blood flow across the horse's white, spotted rump.
  The hussars in cuirasses were no longer clearing a miserable path, but a wide, bloody, smoking track, like the St. Petersburg highway. Abundantly littered with mangled corpses and seriously wounded, violently bleeding crimson.
  But the tsarist troops also suffered heavy losses - the further they went, the more and more abundantly. Dragoons, hussars, representatives of the nobility fell, and several times one or another non-commissioned officer, corporal, or even a private picked up the squadron standards stained with blood.
  Angelina Kostolomov even intercepted the bomb with her bare foot and threw the "annihilator" into the dense crowd of dragoons. The explosion was much louder than ordinary gunpowder should have thundered.
  Shards and pieces of torn bodies flew. Angelina showed her long tongue:
  - Karaoke in Russian!
  And the hussar platoon melted like ice on a stove. And Galina imagined how honey-sweet a lump of sugar was in a girl's mouth.
  The girl did not give up, although her wounds were hurting desperately. And here is Colonel Milchelson's deputy, wounded, blood was pouring on the slender legs and horse's croup. Now, the warrior, like Oleg Lomonosov, held on through sheer stubbornness and the realization that they had to fight.
  For yourself and for your newly-minted comrades, heroically, losing arms, legs, heads, fighting side by side - next to you.
  Angelina acquired a more capable and effective weapon: a broadsword as long as a man's height.
  If you lower the broadsword, you will not only perish yourself, but you will drag others to the next world with you, those who fight with you, who rely on you and your weapon. So Angelina Kostolomov raised the heavy broadsword again and again. And it seems to weigh nothing - five and a half pounds (not even three kilograms!) - but when you wave it for so long, even with the hardened work in the Kostolomov quarries it will seem like a ton and a half in weight. The broadsword becomes almost completely unliftable.
  This time, too, the government troops broke through the dense crowd of Cossacks and the few factory workers and bast-shoe-wearing peasants. But it cost them much more, they left the battlefield behind them, having lost more than half of their number. The cavalrymen were heavily covered in blood, even spitting. Many Russians perished. Barefoot, many even half-naked boys lay ripped and cut.
  The youth were even more eager to join Yemelyan Ivanovich's army than the mature peasants. So what? It was better, of course, to stomp along the paths and swing spears than to plow the land.
  Among the dead were even boys of twelve or thirteen years old, and the surviving dragoons crossed themselves in fear over the corpses and asked the Holy Trinity and the Mother of God for forgiveness.
  Mikhelson's troops bled profusely, but they also left countless enemies, especially the bast shoe wearers, lying on the battlefield.
  - Well done, Kleiman - Kartonny greeted the major with somewhat forced politeness. - The dragoons are now up to the lemon sauce... - The major realized that he hadn't added a very clever analogy. Well, they'll come in very handy!
  At that moment the peasant struck the mounted corporal in the neck with a spear. Two broadswords fell on the impudent bast-shoe wearer at once, and he collapsed in agony. But the corporal was dying too.
  The lieutenant jumped up and spat out blood and a knocked-out tooth.
  - With whom do I have, how can I say... the honor? - With a slurred voice, he addressed the dusty, blood-stained dragoon officer with a broken nose.
  - Captain Henschelbock, White Bock! - With not the most appropriate humor, he saluted and, smiling, added: - Just the right German surname for a Siberian regiment.
  - Lieutenant Colonel Benerdorf, at your service, - the pot-bellied commander with a couple of medals on his belly nodded hoarsely. - So we've met, and now it's time to finish off these clubfooted serf soldiers together. - The Germans, of course, don't feel too sorry for the peasants. It must be said that three-quarters of the ordinary Mikhelsonians are foreign mercenaries.
  The officer agreed, issuing an aphorism:
  - Eternity is great, but we have no time to rest!
  And Mikhelson's fighters with renewed vigor attacked the former tsarist soldiers, the Cossacks, and the Siberians who knew how to fire, who were defending themselves in a square hastily erected from slingshots and ranks. The tsar's cavalrymen fiercely besieged their living fortress from practically all sides, hacking, blizzarding with broadswords, bayonets and muskets, and of course, Pugachev's rebels themselves. The Cossack Tsar himself fought there.
  Mikhelson's fighters were good - they rushed into the attack without regard for any losses. However, they defended themselves firmly, steadfastly withstood the blow. And although the Cossacks in dyed caftans, together with the workers and peasants who were now in Mikhelson's rear, had already begun to surrender. But the scales continued to waver. The Kalmyks and Tatars attacked again with arrows. Taking advantage of the cavalry's distraction, they again rained down their hailstones, soaked in poison. And their fire proved deadly. The Tsar's soldiers, having received mortal wounds, fell, writhing in agony. There were some on the flanks who were already giving in to flee under the pressure of the nomadic cavalry. And the warriors under the command of Yemelyan Pugachev stood to the death.
  The three time-travelers also fought desperately. The girls and the boy changed their dull weapons and rushed at the enemy. And again they replenished their accounts.
  The Cossack Tsar's fighters stood firm, even when the peasants' flight became massive, and more and more units from Potemkin's attached units began to join Mikhelson's troops. The second cousin of the Great Potemkin himself, a satrap and embezzler stationed in Kazan, or more precisely in the Kazan Kremlin. That's right! Young men, inspired by the example of barefoot Angelina, rushed at Potemkin's soldiers. The last reserves of Catherine the Second entered the battle. Potemkin abandoned the noble, mounted militia.
  The scales tipped - they were the ones who fought with the Cossacks and peasants when government troops went into the rear of the enemy of the imperial crown, Yemelyan.
  But the horse power was gone. Of the two thousand cavalrymen, no more than five hundred remained at full gallop, and three-quarters of those were wounded.
  And Oleg Lomonosov, having blown the trophy bugle, gathers the peasants. The boys are especially active in running into battle. Moreover, fresh detachments enter the battle.
  When the rumor spread that Yemelyan Pugachev had captured Kazan, crowds of peasants in bast shoes and barefooted youngsters hurried from all sides. Now these hastily armed detachments entered the battle on the fly. Village teenagers, not yet understanding the value of life, but having already had a taste of the "joys" of lordly slavery, willingly went into battle for a better life. And they rushed at Michelson's ranks, which had already thinned out and lost their order. Or they bravely attacked Potemkin's cavalry and infantry.
  And again the scales tipped. The elite units under the personal command of Yemelyan Pugachev held their ground.
  Beloborodov commanded bravely and skillfully - probably the most talented commander in the army of the Cossack Tsar. Ovchinnikov is not bad either. But Tvorogov - the main traitor is clearly already thinking about a reserve airfield. The former captain of the Tsarist army, and now a Cossack colonel Gorbatov - is handsome and strong. He personally cuts down enemy hussars. The more modest former lieutenant Minakov. He once revealed an officer's conspiracy against Pugachev and now feels extremely bad.
  Chuguev commands fifteen guns. The chief is not one of the best. And several guns have already been captured by Mikhelson's brave fighters. But Angelina, Galina and Oleg with a crowd of peasants who have arrived in time attack the lost battery of Pugachev's men.
  And the gunners fall chopped and flattened. The peasant boys prefer to work with axes, and it must be said that this weapon is no worse than a bayonet. Some, having received a blow to the stomach, manage to hit their vis-a-vis on the head. The crunch of bones, and splashes of blood.
  Oleg moved it so hard that it seemed like a watermelon had split. The young pioneer growled:
  - There will be a red flag over Berlin!
  Galina, his terminator sister, cutting down a German mercenary, sang:
  And the flag will shine over the universe-
  There is no country in the universe more beautiful than the Holy Land!
  And if necessary we will die again -
  Our faith will be resurrected in new glory!
  And now the batteries are in the hands of Pugachev's men again... Standing on the hill, Michelson winced painfully. His battle plan had not worked from the very beginning. Although the decision to attack an enemy that significantly outnumbered them, and an army that was exhausted by a long march (although what kind of army was that - less than three thousand men!) was initially an adventure. But Michelson had no choice. He would have to wait a long time for reinforcements. Pugachev could move to Nizhny Novgorod, and there he would be met by new hordes of peasants. And General Melin. In that case, Colonel Michelson would not see the Empress's favor.
  The calculation was based on the qualitative superiority and low resistance of the peasant hordes.
  But the bast-shoe wearers turned out to be much more stubborn and vicious. They desperately climbed on bayonets, and were not so afraid of death. Tortured by corvée and a hopeless existence, the men retreated, caught their breath and again went on the offensive.
  The nomads have not been defeated yet either. Outnumbering the thinned hussars and dragoons, they shower them with arrows. And the return pistol shots do much less damage.
  It is also bad for Mikhelson that he has practically no artillery. And Pugachev's men fire, using broken cast iron cauldrons instead of grapeshot. And they knock out the last cavalry forces of the German mercenary colonel.
  Catherine II continued Peter the Great's policy of recruiting foreigners into the service. First and foremost, of course, Germans. This gave rise to discontent among some Russian officers and nobility. If the Pugachevites had not been such cruel murderers of the wealthy class, Yemelyan could have hoped for an even greater replenishment of his ranks with career military personnel.
  And so experienced commanders are in short supply. Maybe the Yaik Cossacks themselves, hereditary warriors. But there are not so many Cossacks left. The best forces of the Pugachevites perished near Tatishchevo, the Ozerskaya fortress, the Troitskaya fortress.
  The protracted siege of Orenburg - it lasted almost half a year. Allowed Catherine's regime to gather significant forces. Although the protracted war with the Ottoman Empire gave Pugachev a certain chance of victory. Yemelyan Ivanovich's grave mistake was the decision to split his troops into two roughly equal parts. One gave battle near Tatishchevo, sixty miles from Orenburg, the other remained to blockade the provincial capital.
  Probably the best tactical decision would have been for Pugachev to temporarily lift the blockade of the citadel city.
  Because of the siege and famine, the Orenburg garrison lost all its cavalry and almost completely ran out of ammunition. So, the garrison could not really pose a threat to the Pugachevites or strike them in the rear. And the cowardly governor Reidskop would hardly have dared to make a sortie.
  And having gathered all his forces into a fist, Pugachev received some chances for victory. In this case, he had almost a threefold superiority in manpower.
  After the defeat at Tatishchevo, Tsar Yemelyan lifted the siege of Orenburg, but Pugachev's forces had already begun to flee.
  The battle at the Ozerskaya fortress was almost one-sided and ended with a heavy defeat for the Pugachevites. If the battle at Tatishchevo was stubborn, and at some point it even seemed that the rebels had a chance, then here a fat cross was put on everything.
  Pugachev, however, managed to hide in the Ural forests and receive support from the Tatars and Kalmyks.
  But as soon as he became stronger, he was beaten by Dekolong. Then Pugachev fought several battles with Mikhelson. Despite the fact that the German colonel forced the peasant tsar to retreat time after time, the final defeat of the rebels did not happen. Moreover, Mikhelson suffered losses, and Pugachev's troops were replenished with more and more volunteers.
  The mercenary colonel was forced to retreat to Ufa and receive strong reinforcements there.
  And the peasant king at that time captured the Osa fortress and burned most of Kazan.
  And now the Pugachevites are pressing again. The peasant hordes are catching their breath and entering the battle again. And the government forces are melting away.
  The problem is that Mikhelson has practically no reserves. Only fifty people who are next to him on the hill. So what to do?
  In reality, the commander only commands those troops that have not yet entered the battle.
  The cannons recaptured by Pugachev's men were fired at the tsar's troops. The beaten soldiers fall...
  Potemkin hesitated. Here comes the signal... Has he really decided to run away to the Kremlin, taking the soldiers with him?
  And the mercenary colonel makes up his mind. Mikhelson draws his sabre and commands:
  - Well, guys... To the Empress Mother!
  And he throws himself into the bloody, bubbling whirlpool of the deadly battle. And the Pugachevites meet the enemy with new shots. And the Cossack Tsar himself has already clutched the sabre in his hands and jumped up on his horse.
  Angelina was the first to see that Mikhelson was attacking. The girl tossed the gun with her bare foot and caught it with her hands. She fired without aiming, relying solely on her instinct. Especially since a soldier's gun is usually not such an accurate weapon that you can hit it by eye. But when you fire intuitively, then...
  In this case it worked. Colonel Mikhelson grabbed his bloody face and fell on his back. The commander's few escorts stopped and immediately came under attack from the encouraged peasants.
  The scales tipped again in favor of the rebels. And the cavalry and infantry of Lieutenant General Potemkin were already retreating to the Kremlin. Yemelyan Pugachev and the rest of the Cossacks quickly jumped on their horses. And the most cowardly men rushed back into the fray. The battle flared up with renewed vigor, finishing off the mercenary armies.
  Russian soldiers threw down their weapons and begged for mercy. Or shouted: Glory to the Tsar Father! And the foreign mercenaries continued their, now hopeless, resistance.
  The triumvirate fought without pretense and with enthusiasm. Half an hour later, the last bursts of battle were over. All that remained was a field thickly strewn with corpses.
  Pugachev destroyed almost three thousand of Mikhelson's fighters, of which only about five hundred were infantrymen; several hundred soldiers and Potemkin's noble militiamen were captured.
  They managed to capture two small cannons and a fairly large convoy with ammunition and provisions. The victory gave confidence to the Pugachevites, who decided to immediately take advantage of the situation and launch a night assault.
  Galina, Angelina and Oleg were sworn in. Yemelyan Pugachev extended his hand to the three of them with a very satisfied look.
  Angelina kissed him enthusiastically, winking at the Cossack king: "Like, I'm ready for more!"
  Galina modestly, and Oleg just put his lips to it.
  The Emperor of the peasants said affectionately:
  - You are very pretty girls! Strong, pretty and warlike! I grant you the rank of captain! And what a naked man will be with you, letting you be a lieutenant!
  The triumvirate chanted in unison:
  - We are glad to help, your majesty!
  Before storming the Kremlin, the cannon arsenal of Pugachev's army was replenished with six guns intercepted from a merchant barge. The attack began under cover of burning damp straw. Potemkin's thinned forces were clearly demoralized. The capture of Kazan and the defeat of Mikhelson made a depressing impression. The second cousin of the great favorite decided not to tempt fate.
  As soon as Pugachev's men went on the assault, Potemkin, instead of leading the defense, grabbed a chest of valuables and went down into an underground passage. Several other officers fled with him, leaving the Kremlin garrison to its own devices.
  It is understood that the Pugachevites, superior in numbers and encouraged by their successes, quickly crushed the remaining resistance.
  Many prominent participants in the mutiny were released. Including Colonel Padurov and Count "Chernyshev" Chika. The latter commander, by the way, led the siege of Ufa and commanded troops of twenty thousand clubs and sabres.
  Pugachev's victory opened the way to Nizhny Novgorod. Tens of thousands of new peasants and workers joined his people's army. However, the rebels' successes also had negative consequences for the Russian Empire.
  Having learned of the defeat of the tsar's troops near Kazan, the Turks at the very last moment refused to sign the peace treaty. Moreover, Catherine's conditions seemed excessive: in addition to territorial concessions, they also had to pay four and a half million rubles in contributions.
  The representative of the Ottoman Empire boldly declared that the self-proclaimed tsar was already approaching Moscow, and they, the Turks, would only negotiate with the new legitimate government.
  The representative of the French king hinted that the proud Gauls might intervene and moderate their territorial claims. That is, they hinted that, well, let Russia return to its former borders. Britain proposed a compromise option - the Russians would receive something, but would pay Turkey material compensation. Having formalized the territorial concessions as a purchase.
  Catherine the Second found herself in a difficult situation. The war had to be ended as quickly as possible, but the fruits of victory could not be lost. The cunning German decided to choose a wait-and-see option. To delay negotiations for now, and in the meantime to inflict a crushing defeat on Yemelyan Pugachov.
  But so far her hopes have not been justified. Kozmodemyansk was taken on the move and most of the garrison went over to Pugachev's side.
  General Melin was surrounded and his army was destroyed, and the German mercenary himself was captured.
  Two tsarist regiments that left Nizhny Novgorod were surrounded and were partially captured, partially killed. And Nizhny Novgorod itself was approached by an army of more than fifty thousand rebels.
  Despite the fact that the provincial town was defended by a garrison larger than that of Kazan, the Pugachevites were also more numerous and stronger. And some of the officers also preferred to go over to the side of the "legitimate" emperor of all Rus'.
  The capture of Nizhny Novgorod complicated the situation for Catherine. Moscow was almost unprotected by troops, and Pugachev's strength grew right before her eyes.
  Moreover, the tsar's commanders increasingly betrayed Catherine. And the population greeted Pugachev with jubilation.
  Ryazan was taken practically without a fight. The tsarina's troops entered the battles in parts, and suffered defeat after defeat. Indeed, Catherine gave contradictory orders. She demanded that Pugachev be stopped immediately, not allowing the impostor to reach Moscow. But at the same time, she threw the troops into battle, not allowing them to gather into a single, sufficiently large fist.
  With the support of the local population, Yemelyan captured Moscow. The Semenovsky Guards Regiment retreated to the Kremlin. What was left of the noble militia retreated with it. They locked themselves in there, giving the city to the peasant tsar.
  Yemelyan's authority has been significantly strengthened. Especially since Catherine hesitated too long to end the war, wasting precious time. And among those who have gone over to the side of the Cossack Tsar, there are now generals.
  In particular, one of the first to take the oath was the legendary military leader, Lieutenant General Alexander Suvorov.
  The Pugachevites, capturing more and more cities, turned towards St. Petersburg.
  Their hundred thousandth broke the resistance of the small guard. Count Panin and his party supported Pugachev. Catherine tried to escape, but was betrayed by her own servants.
  Under threat of death, the empress publicly recognized Yemelyan Pugachev as her legal husband. The peasant war with pogroms of landowners began to decline...
  Yemelyan Pugachev abolished serfdom and freed the peasants. He continued to call himself Peter III and even continued the Romanov dynasty by producing children with Ustinya.
  Pugachev ruled long and successfully. Turkey was finished off. Then Poland was divided up. Capitalism was actively developing in Russia, industry was being built, discoveries were being made. The political system remained autocratic, but there was also an elected parliament - the people's circle. True, it had only advisory rights. But the tsar took it into account.
  Yemelyan supported the revolution in France, and together with Napoleon divided Europe and Turkey between themselves. Then Bonaparte decided that Cossack Russia had taken on too much of itself. He started a war, but lost shamefully. By the end of its reign, Cossack Russia had become a huge country, reaching the Atlantic Ocean. Then, more colonization, domination...
  . CHAPTER #12.
  Zoya Nikolaevich woke up. She took and drank some more rum, and also added some strong coconut beer to it. And it was hot, and the girl-captain was drowsy. And now she had such a phasmogoric dream that it simply tore the roof off its hinges.
  STALIN FALLS INTO PUTIN
  ANNOTATION
  After his death, Stalin's soul enters the body of Russian President Putin on February 23, 2022. Tomorrow, the SVO will begin, and now it will be led by Stalin's spirit in the body shell of the Russian president. Will the brilliant generalissimo be able to avoid the mistakes made and victoriously end the war with Ukraine and the collective West faster and with less bloodshed?
  PROLOGUE
  Stalin's soul resembled a body, only younger and fresher, and was translucent. It was like a transparent hologram, or maybe a pillar of light. And perhaps closest to an aura, which most people do not see at all, but it exists and is quite bright. And this soul flew into the palace of the Russian deity-demiurge Svarog.
  And the palace of the Russian Gods-Demiurges was so magnificent that neither a fairy tale nor a pen can describe it. It is a marvelous and wondrous miracle. A combination of jewels, many of which have no analogues on Earth, and the most luxurious flowers.
  Stalin's spirit flew over the colorful mosaic floor of the most magnificent palace that human imagination could not even imagine, and found itself at the throne.
  The patron of Russia and creator of the Universe Svarog was very majestic in appearance, young, handsome and with a powerful presence. His armor sparkled brighter than gold leaf. And a thunderous voice proclaimed:
  - I greet you, the greatest Ruler of Russia in history!
  Stalin's soul bowed, and the leader replied:
  - And I greet you, patron of gunsmiths and Father of God of the Russian people!
  Svarog nodded and noted:
  - You are worthy of the highest award in Iria, but... Your price of victories is too high. Too much Russian and non-Russian blood has been spilled!
  Stalin nodded and replied:
  - Alas, my dear, war does not come without victims. And how else can you unite a country, especially one shaken by revolution, if not through repression?
  Svarog nodded:
  - There is some truth in that. But before you accept your reward in heaven, you should still serve Russia!
  The leader said confidently:
  - I am ready, oh greatest one!
  The demiurge god declared:
  - We will transfer your soul into the body of the ruler of Russia in 2022, so that you can do everything right, and instead of the cruel, multi-year slaughter between the Slavs, create a unification of the fraternal Ukrainian and Russian peoples.
  Stalin asked in surprise:
  - But don"t Russians and Ukrainians live in the same state, the USSR?
  Svarog answered in a thunderous voice:
  - Unfortunately, no! And you have to fix it. You are the wisest of all the rulers of Russia in history, the only one who can restore the USSR without much bloodshed.
  The spirit of the leader of all times and peoples answered:
  - I am ready! They will serve Russia and restore the USSR, no matter what difficulties they had to overcome on their way... But I do not promise a little bloodshed, and I cannot promise it!
  Svarog replied:
  - Avoid unnecessary blood and take care of the people, be cunning and smart, and remember, after death life is just beginning!
  After which a thousand lightning bolts flashed at once, and Stalin"s soul rushed through space and time.
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  Stalin moved into Putin's body early in the morning of February 23. It took him a little while to come to his senses and get used to the memory of his former host. Putin, the ruler, was no longer young, but in satisfactory physical shape. He did some more or less exercise, although he had been ill. But he was not yet seventy years old, and had no bad habits. Stalin himself died at seventy-four (officially he was seventy-three) and was not in very good physical shape. Bad habits had an effect: smoking, often immoderately, drinking (though the wine was natural and very good!), and working at night. Stalin, however, was a night owl, and for him, for example, it was not as comfortable to work during the day as at night.
  And this ruler, into whom the leader has moved, is ambitious, maybe even excessively so. But at the same time, his country is not that strong. Especially in the economy, and the population is small. Especially the Russian population, which is decreasing, and the Muslims are growing. Here he is, Stalin in the thirties, pursuing an anti-religious and anti-Muslim policy in the USSR. And quite successfully. They managed to suppress the Basmachi in Central Asia and close most of the mosques. During the Great Patriotic War, the patriarchy was revived, but the church was under the strict control of the NKVD, and priests and mullahs served the state. And after the war, anti-religious agitation began again. Communism and Orthodoxy, and Islam are incompatible. And this ruler is gradually leading to the fact that the percentage of Russians in Russia is decreasing, and the share of the Islamic population is growing, which in the not too distant future threatens either disintegration or complete cultural oblivion of the Slavs, or maybe even physical destruction.
  And now the Russian army is ready to invade Ukraine. And the general opinion is - we'll throw our hats in the face. Really, what is the Ukrainian army? They couldn't defeat twenty thousand militias and volunteers from the LNR and DNR, and they were beaten by them. And Putin stopped the militias in vain. They could have been given the opportunity to reach the borders of the Donetsk and Lugansk regions, and they could even go to Kyiv. Just help them a little with weapons and volunteers. But then Russia had too much money in foreign accounts, and they were afraid of losing it.
  How stupid, planning a hybrid war with the West, while keeping hundreds of billions of dollars there.
  The money could be placed in China, India, Arab countries, Africa, and so on.
  The ruler, into whom the greatest leader of all times and nations had entered, was not distinguished by farsightedness and long-range foresight. As even his comrades said: Putin is a tactician, not a strategist. But Joseph had a combination of both. And he received his power in a stubborn struggle, and was not simply appointed as a successor.
  Well, Yeltsin is a zero-level ruler. He even managed to lose the war in Chechnya. And how long is that Chechnya? So Stalin took all the Chechens in twenty-four hours and loaded them into train cars and sent them to Kazakhstan.
  Does Putin trust Ramzan Kadyrov too much, who killed the first Russian at the age of fifteen? For example, the leader did not give posts in the GDR to former SS men, even to those who had merits before the communists.
  Doubts immediately arise in the Generalissimo's mind. Yes, Putin had achievements, including in the economy. But this is more due to the colossal prices of oil and gas, and other raw materials. The country, Russia is capitalist, market-oriented, and in terms of the number of dollar billionaires it ranks second in the world, second only to the United States.
  Thus, the bourgeois regime wants to fight the bourgeoisie in the West. But will it work in such a scenario? Can a smaller capitalist force defeat a larger one?
  Stalin, and even earlier Lenin, created a unique state and a political and economic system that was much more effective than capitalism.
  And today's Russia is imbued with the bourgeois spirit and is hardly capable of great achievements.
  Stalin raised his head and looked around the office of the Russian president. On the walls hung several portraits painted in oil on canvas. These were portraits of Suvorov and Kutuzov in gilded frames and painted by great artists. The medals on their uniforms were sparkling. Of course, Peter the Great, where would we be without his portrait?
  By the way, on the president's desk there is a statue of the first Russian emperor, cast from red gold. And also a horseman with a sabre, but with Mongoloid features - this is Genghis Khan.
  Putin likes Peter the Great and Genghis Khan the most - statesmen and conquerors. Well, really - a worthy choice. Stalin himself was called Genghis Khan with a telephone.
  Further on hangs a world map made of precious mosaic. There the countries are marked with different colors, which is extremely beautiful.
  It"s impossible to describe in a fairy tale or with a pen - a luxurious office, completely in the spirit of the Russian tsars.
  The Tsar, as befits him, lives in the palace. And this is quite natural.
  Stalin even jokingly sang:
  The Tsar commands his boyars,
  Without wasting time...
  And the queen and the offspring,
  Secretly throw into the abyss of waters!
  And he sat down in the chair again. A very beautiful blonde girl in a short skirt and high-heeled shoes entered the office. She brought orange juice with cocoa. And she put the glass down, taking it off the gold tray. She smelled strongly of expensive French perfume. Her legs were strong, tanned, without tights, very seductive. And she herself was so athletic and graceful, just lovely.
  Stalin felt a desire within himself, and with an effort of will he squeezed out:
  - You can go!
  The girl clicked her heels and left. The leader looked at the table. This thing, which stood at the edge of the table, was a laptop, as Stalin's memory of the previous carrier told him. That is, it is a computer, but a more advanced one, of the future.
  How many possibilities it has. By the way, Putin really liked to play military-economic strategies. Especially "World Conquest". For example, there is a map of Russia and other countries. You attack them, and there is a war in the form of a real-time strategy.
  You have resources and a dozen worker units. Then you build a public center to produce even more workers, then barracks, factories for the production of weapons, etc. And you start producing tanks, and planes. And your opponent does the same.
  The amount of resources and especially money depends on which country you attack. The larger the country and the more economically developed it is, the more opportunities it has and the harder it is to win.
  Stalin sighed heavily. In the very last year of his rule, Professor Lebedev and his group created some semblance of an electronic machine, but the leader did not live to see the advent of games.
  In general, a dictator must be immortal in order to have time to conquer the whole world.
  Putin dreams of world domination, and Stalin wanted it too. Although, of course, they didn't talk about it openly.
  Stalin planned to win the third world war. And he was aiming for 1955, 1956. There was nowhere to put it off any longer - the US nuclear potential was growing, and it was possible to simply destroy the planet in a nuclear war.
  However, the USSR was not ready yet. In particular, the navy had not yet been built. Especially battleships and aircraft carriers, and it was necessary to manage to do this at a rapid pace.
  Another problem for the USSR was that it failed to create a sufficiently successful heavy tank. The IS-4 was produced in small batches and turned out to be too heavy. The IS-7 was even heavier, although the tank was undoubtedly good. But Stalin was planning a war with the USA, and a seventy-ton vehicle was poorly suited for airdrops. The T-54 tank, on the one hand, had good armor and decent armament, but its driving characteristics were even worse than those of the T-34.
  The leader began to drink orange juice mixed with cocoa and thought. It seems that tomorrow a special operation against Ukraine should begin. And everyone thinks that it will be a small, victorious war. And not only the Russian General Staff, but also foreign experts do not believe that Ukraine will hold out for more than a week. And it seems that Putin is expecting another triumph.
  Stalin was not sure, if everything was so simple, then he would not have been sent to Putin's body. So there were problems, and problems, let's say, considerable ones.
  It reminds me of the Russo-Japanese War. There was an idea back then that Asians couldn't compete with Russians. And they were also counting on a small, victorious war. And so they prepared half-heartedly. And they were confident of victory, and an easy victory at that. And it wasn't just the tsarist government that thought so. They thought so in Europe and the USA too. And everyone was extremely surprised that the war began with Japanese victories and Russian losses.
  And they waited for a long time for the Russians to turn the tide and start beating the samurai. The only successes were the repelling of the assaults on Port Arthur with heavy losses for the Japanese. And a little-known episode in the Russo-Japanese War - the defense of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. Few people know about it, but it is a bright spot on the dark background of this ill-fated war. And what's more, a magnificent victory in a defensive battle of the tsarist army.
  The Russians lost only one soldier in the battle with the Japanese, while the fighters of the Land of the Rising Sun suffered losses of two hundred killed.
  A ratio of one to two hundred is excellent even for defense.
  But this episode is not included in school textbooks, so as not to advertise the tsarist army.
  Stalin himself, it must be said, was glad that Nicholas's troops were defeated. And why? He was a revolutionary and an enemy of autocracy. And the defeat of tsarism on the battlefield was, of course, a chance for the Bolsheviks.
  Unpatriotic, of course, but selfish. If the tsar had won that war, the absolute monarchy would have been strong. Most likely, in that case, it would have survived the First World War. And Stalin would not have been the ruler of Russia.
  But would it be better for the Russian people? The question is debatable. On the one hand, Russia's position in the international arena would become even more brilliant. But new fortresses, new cities and battleships would be built, which would place a heavy burden on the Russian people.
  In addition, under the Tsar there was another minus, and a noticeable minus - too much foreign capital in the economy. And many plants, factories and lands belonged to European and American capitalists. And that meant a significant part of the profits was exported abroad.
  Although life wasn't so bad under the Tsar. For example, the gold standard was introduced, and for twenty years under Tsar Nicholas there was practically zero inflation, and prices didn't rise.
  There were no problems with food in the cities: a loaf of bread cost two kopecks, and for three rubles you could buy a cow!
  In the last years of Tsar Nicholas II's reign, five automobile factories were built. And for one hundred and eighty rubles, you could buy a very decent car on credit. Considering that the average salary in Tsarist Russia in 1913 reached thirty-seven rubles, almost any ordinary worker could get a car.
  Stalin thought that his propaganda had brainwashed people. People were convinced that under the Tsar it was simply hell on earth. But in fact, it wasn't that bad under Nicholas II. And even the Russo-Japanese War was lost with a decent loss ratio. The Tsar's army and navy lost fifty thousand killed and died of wounds, and the Japanese lost more than one hundred and fifty thousand.
  That is, the ratio of irretrievable losses was one to three in favor of the tsarist, Russian army. In terms of prisoners, the truth is worse: the Japanese lost three thousand prisoners, the Russians seventy thousand - even more than killed.
  But the Japanese, to their credit, behaved like gentlemen, and almost all Russian prisoners returned home alive and well.
  But Stalin himself is a genius. During the war with the Finns, he lost one hundred twenty-six thousand soldiers killed and missing, while the Finns lost less than twenty-six thousand killed and missing. That is, the ratio of losses is one to five, not in favor of the USSR.
  But they won't write about this in Soviet textbooks. But under the new Russian government they started writing about it. Oddly enough, the communists lost power. Although... But wasn't Yeltsin a candidate member of the Politburo of the Central Committee and the head of the Moscow communists? And Putin was also a KGB officer and a member of the CPSU. Like almost the entire ruling elite, they are former communists.
  And, for example, Novodvorskaya never received any government posts under Yeltsin. And other dissidents were not particularly favored either. Only Solzhenitsyn received the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called from Yeltsin.
  By the way, why did Putin award Gorbachev the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called for his eightieth birthday? The one with whose connivance the USSR was destroyed. And Yeltsin the Order of Merit for the Fatherland, first degree? Wouldn't it have been better to shoot these traitors?
  First, of course, judge, and then shoot or hang!
  That would be a very strong move!
  Stalin would have done the same to them... By the way, Gorbachev is still alive, I think? He will have to be arrested, then tried and, as Lenin said, certainly shot, or maybe better publicly hanged on Red Square?
  Yes, this must be done quickly, before Gorbachev dies!
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  No one can defeat us, I suppose.
  The hellish hordes have no chance of revenge...
  And not one of them has the strength to roar,
  But then came the bastard Gorbachev!
  The secretary appeared. He asked:
  -What will be the instructions? Stalin-Putin announced:
  - Prepare a decree on the return of the death penalty! Now this stupid moratorium will be lifted!
  The secretary exclaimed:
  But there is a leader in great power,
  He will call the fighters to battle...
  They can't cope with Russia,
  When Vladimir rules, Tsar!
  Stalin-Putin replied:
  - Yes, I will bring order here! There will be gallows all over Moscow!
  And first of all, we will hang Gorbachev, as well as Navalny, Yavlinsky, Sobchak, Kara-Murza and others! We will organize a great purge! What great war can do without a great purge? Glory to Russia!
  And the secretary rushed to carry out the order of the formidable Russian president. Yes, Stalin decided not to waste time. And his first decree was to lift the moratorium on the death penalty and create emergency courts. As they say, don't expect mercy from the leader. He is Stalin, not Putin. First of all, those who have already been sentenced to life imprisonment should be hanged. Why feed them and spend so much money on security.
  The easiest thing to do is just hang these bastards and serial killers. And throw their bodies in the oven, so that there would be fertilizer for the fields and at least some benefit.
  But Gorbachev, of course, must be tried. And let him be tried by the people's assembly, as Socrates was tried in his time! It will be much more effective.
  Stalin regretted that Yeltsin had already died. He was the active destroyer of the USSR. If Gorbachev can and should be blamed for passivity, then Yeltsin was actively destroying the Soviet empire. Now it is accepted to think that Boris Nikolayevich was just a drunkard and fool. But in fact, Yeltsin was a very cunning and insidious politician. A skillful intriguer who hid behind external simplicity and even almost naivety.
  And Boris was not tongue-tied. In particular, during the election campaign of 1996 he demonstrated extraordinary oratorical skills. And it turned out that Yeltsin could speak not only from a piece of paper. Clearly now they are underestimating him and trying to show him as an idiot.
  By the way, Stalin remained great, even though they tried to denigrate him. Although they attributed excessive cruelty to him, the generalissimo was not a fool or a weakling. And even liberals recognized him as a brilliant villain. But Yeltsin was made out to be some kind of fool and moron, a narrow-minded, eternally drunk grandfather, although Putin's memory told him that this was not so.
  Stalin knew everything that the previous owner of the body, mastering someone else's memory and having his own soul personality and the memory of the leader separate and, at the same time, combined. By the way, where did Putin's personality and soul go? After all, the spirit exists and the Bible speaks of it. In the Old Testament, Saul called the spirit of the prophet Samuel, or rather, a sorceress did it. And Samuel saw, answered, thought, remembered and perceived everything, despite the absence of a body. That is, you can see without bodily eyes and speak without a language apparatus. So Stalin was already outside the body and thought and perceived. It is somewhat similar to a dream. When you move in a dream, then most often you do not feel the weight of your body. Or you can even fly, or jump and hang in the air.
  And the perception of heat in a dream is different, or cold. You can walk barefoot in the snow without feeling discomfort. And being in the spirit outside the body, something like a dream, where your eyes are closed, but you perceive the whole rich world without using the visual apparatus.
  Stalin-Putin sat motionless. And they brought him the first decree to sign, lifting the moratorium on the death penalty. The administration had prepared the decree, all that was left was to sign it. Here the leader hesitated, and wouldn't the signature be distorted because of another soul in the body of the Russian president?
  But nothing, the hand itself automatically drew a rather complex squiggle, without the participation of consciousness.
  Yes, by the way, the president does not seem to have the authority to cancel the moratorium on the death penalty by decree, this is a matter for the constitutional court. But under the conditions of authoritarian rule, the Constitutional Court will of course say - for! And will confirm it automatically.
  The second decree is about emergency courts. Well, of course, some clarification is needed here. In principle, the Russian constitution prohibits emergency courts, but here it can be interpreted in different ways. By the way, the Russian constitution directly states that a person cannot be detained for more than forty-eight hours before charges are brought. And Yeltsin issued a decree allowing people to be detained for up to thirty days before charges are brought. This was under Yeltsin, who did not have as much real power as Putin. So there are no problems in sight here either.
  It is possible to make a military field court, where three officers make a decision: either hard labor or the gallows. As Stolypin did, in particular. And it had an effect, it helped save the tsarist empire. Another thing is that Stalin himself could have been hanged.
  Indeed, these were strange things: people were hanged for much lesser sins than those committed by the future leader of all times and peoples.
  Stalin-Putin called the secretary and began to dictate orders to her. Brief for now, on the creation of emergency courts. And then, of course, the question of the war with Ukraine. It is not too late to cancel it. Although the situation seems most favorable. Europe and the United States are weakened by the coronavirus epidemic. Moreover, gas prices have risen to an unprecedented height. This means that Europe will not really accelerate with sanctions.
  That is, Stalin and Putin hold all the cards. And just recently there were mass protests in Kazakhstan. About three hundred people died. But as soon as the CSTO forces appeared, everything immediately died down. And of course, an analogy suggests itself: maybe it will be like that in Ukraine? Only Russian troops will enter, and everything will immediately die down.
  And then it will be possible to hold a referendum on Ukraine joining Russia. As is known, they have learned how to hold referendums, as well as how to brainwash people with propaganda. Although they knew how to do this under Stalin. Let's remember at least the elections in the Baltics. Then they also made ninety-nine percent for the communists. Well, and, of course, many were persuaded.
  In addition, the economic crisis in the Baltics played into Stalin's hands. When life became worse, and the people began to feel disappointed in bourgeois democracy. And frequent changes of governments and scandals no longer made people happy. And in the USSR, at least, the economy got better. And prices did not grow as much as at the beginning of industrialization, and even began to decrease for some goods.
  And the repressions subsided under Beria, and there was even a partial amnesty. And there was practically no unemployment. Economic growth in the USSR concerned not only the military-industrial complex, but also consumer goods. Even soda machines began to appear, not to mention metro stations.
  So there was a mixture of administrative resources and playing on the disappointment of bourgeois democracy, and the desire of many people to have something more stable, durable, although perhaps not so free.
  And Ukraine is also in crisis with the economy, plus there is also the coronavirus. Which has acquired cruel and large-scale forms. Especially in Ukraine with its warmer climate and rather undisciplined population. However, Russia has also suffered seriously from the coronavirus - about four hundred thousand deaths, and the population has decreased by almost a million in a year, a record decline, even under Yeltsin there was no such thing. But there are also advantages to this. If before the coronavirus, several thousand dead soldiers seemed like a large number, now the people are psychologically ready for sacrifices. And starting a war with such a fairly large country as Ukraine is morally easier.
  Moreover, there really is a feeling that it could be like in Kazakhstan, where there was no need to shoot.
  But then Stalin remembered again that he was sent with the messiah by the demiurge God Svarog himself. So, everything is not so simple. It turns out there are pitfalls. And something is wrong here.
  It would have been easier if the Russian Gods had shown him an alternative future. How the war had turned out and why Stalin needed to fix it.
  But he doesn't have this knowledge. But it would be much simpler. For example, Rozhdestvensky sincerely believed that he wouldn't be afraid of a battle with the Japanese. After all, there was a battle in the Yellow Sea, and a multi-hour battle with Togo's squadron, and the Russians didn't lose a single ship. And they actually broke through. If the admiral had known what would happen next, he might have chosen a different route, or tried to come up with some kind of trick.
  Stalin looked at the intelligence data... The balance of forces is formally in favor of the Ukrainian army, but what about quality? Everyone says that the hohols won't fight and you can take them with your bare hands. And the Russian troops, although there are only one hundred and fifty thousand of them, are elite units.
  And who is against them? And just in case, Stalin ordered two decrees to be prepared on the transfer of additional troops from other parts of the country. And conscripts too. And also to extend the term of service in the army to two years. In total, it is planned to send no less than six hundred thousand soldiers and officers to Ukraine in the coming days.
  And, of course, prepare money for bribery. So that everything would be cool and fast.
  Stalin wanted to smoke here. The body is someone else's, but the soul is his. But how will his entourage take this? Or maybe he should just hang Peskov? Indeed, he is far from beautiful. Wouldn't it be better to put a girl in his place, and a beautiful blonde at that? And she should be a warrior.
  We need to create several divisions of girls. And they need to be such cool bears. And children need to be taught war. So that they can shoot, run, and fight from their desks. And not only boys, but girls too.
  And Putin-Stalin began to prepare new decrees for the modernization of the country.
  . CHAPTER #13.
  Zoya Nikolaevich unloaded part of the captured loot onto a special heavenly chariot. And after that it flew off into the sky.
  And the newly-baked girl took it and drank some rum, after which the girl fell into a deep and stormy sleep.
  Alenka continued to scribble her work. The other girls had already woken up. But the warriors had not yet received an order on what to do next. Having rationally decided that she would still have time to fight, Alenka scribbled the continuation of the masterpiece.
  And he will fulfill it.
  After washing the boy, they dressed him in luxurious clothes, which, however, did not inspire him too much and made Maksimka proud. He even showed off when he was running through the snowdrifts in just shorts, as if to say - I don't give a damn about all your thoughts about poverty, your prejudices, when you judge a person solely by his clothes.
  And the turban is heavy, and the shoes with narrow toes are tight. So there really is very little that is pleasant.
  The prince met the boy lying on the sofa, and at his feet were two slave girls with fans.
  The legendary ruler himself, big and stocky, with a powerful chest, but also pot-bellied. A dangerous person, a very piercing and angry look, a low bass and a beard... Very red, to the point of hurting the eyes. Maksimka even wondered if this head of the faithful, who also claims to be the caliph, was touching up his beard with red phosphorus. And why? Well, to show what a cool guy he is - even a sorcerer. And is he a vampire? Most likely not, his skin is dark.
  The girls who serve him are almost naked, only clusters of jewels slightly cover their breasts and hips. They are beautiful and Maximka looks at them, leaving the prince without attention. The girls are so sweet.
  The ruler asked the scout boy in a harsh tone:
  - I know you claim to be my cousin's son. I know that Masur has many children and you could be one of them... But why do you walk around the courtyards like a beggar, a barefoot boy, and not as is proper for your blood, in luxurious clothes and on a horse, accompanied by select warriors. You disgrace the blood! - At the last words, the prince raised his voice and even roared.
  Maximka looked the tyrant straight in the eyes and answered harshly:
  - Do not be content with earthly wealth, for it was not acquired by your mind and merits, but by the grace of Allah. This means that you can lose material wealth at any moment. Just as those humiliated in poverty will be exalted in the eyes of Allah.
  The prince nodded with a smile:
  - Well, yes... That's lovely... Maybe you want to say something else.
  Maksimka was silent, simply looking the dictator and rebel in the face. Really, why show off your wit and chatter too much? Let him ask Hotami questions himself, specific ones at that, and Maksimka will answer them. The main thing is that part of the journey has been completed - the tyrant-rebel has been found. Now all that remains is to deliver him to headquarters. Yes, there are guards at the entrance, plus several armed women with weapons and, judging by everything, very strong.
  It is usually not accepted in Islam for women to fight, but there is no direct prohibition, and jihad is a common cause for everyone, as is the reward of heaven.
  A well-trained woman can be an excellent bodyguard, as females are more sensitive than men, and therefore more effective in preserving life.
  And the prince, despairing of looking at the desperate boy, asked quite quietly:
  - So for what purpose were you sent by my brother to me?
  Maksimka was expecting such an answer, but he was confused by the possible options that had both advantages and disadvantages. Therefore, he decided to choose the simplest one:
  - My brother believes that the faithful should not shed the blood of the faithful. We must stop the civil strife and stand as a united front against the infidels.
  The tyrant replied softly:
  - And I have long suggested to my brother that he stop the strife and form a united front against the communists. So has my brother now seen the light?
  Maximka shook his head:
  - No, I swear by Allah, no! He is for a united front, but not against the communists and the Russians, namely the fight against British colonial rule and the liberation of our original Kuwait and other lands given to us forever by the faithful Allah!
  The prince slightly rose from his bed, and sitting down he seemed even larger. He fixed a burning gaze on Maximka and asked:
  - Allah gave us the faithful the whole earth. Or do you want us to limit ourselves to Kuwait?
  Maximka shrugged his shoulders in confusion:
  - A big spoon hurts your mouth! It won't work right away.
  The prince shook his beard negatively:
  - It depends. Your grandfather immediately received the entire inheritance, although according to Sharia law he should have divided it among all his brothers.
  Maximka answered mechanically:
  - So it was Allah's will!
  - And I see you as your Great-Grandfather, and yours wants to trample our world and grab everything as it is. - The dictator pouted. - Your mother also made up fabrications about me.
  Maximka automatically objected:
  - It's not true! She is a very honest and noble woman, she has never said a nasty word about anyone.
  - This is Aquirel - I am honest and noble and you are ready to confirm this? - The prince's eyes flashed carnivorously.
  - Yes!
  - And you'll even go to a duel with me. - Hotami even rose up in the box and shook his muscles.
  Maximka growled, and also became angry and stood on his tiptoes, croaking:
  - A duel, let it be a duel for mother!
  The prince suddenly softened and extended his right hand to Maximka:
  - What a hero you are! And you deserve a generous reward.
  The boy felt a strong handshake, but responded in kind, but then he felt a slight prick. He cursed again:
  - This is what kind of jewelry business you have. It pricks...
  Hotami noted, demonstrating extraordinary wit:
  - It's possible, but it's better to speed up, some people drink, and some people shoot up. - And in a serious tone he added. - You can prick with a sword, a dagger, and even a needle, but you can only pierce the thick skin of the mind with a sharp word!
  The boy also gave his impulse:
  - The word is like a waterfall stream, in order for it to become useful, you need to apply hard work to the creation of turbines!
  The prince asked another question:
  - Who else does Stalin have to dictate power to the world?
  - Wife! - Maximka blinked in confusion, trying to continue the conversation, but his tongue was too heavy. He couldn't turn it or whisper the words. His throat hurts... - Stalin has Natasha. - He squeezed out.
  Everything swam before his eyes, and the face of the rebel ruler was grinning, and his stern eyes were laughing and burning at the same time. The fight was not over, but Maksimka lost his footing and began to fall down into the pitch darkness.
  And almost immediately a very bright, completely natural vision appeared before him.
  Maksimka is digging a trench in the fall of 1944, and the Nazis are deploying significant forces in the field in front of them. But the boy is not afraid at all, he is eager for a fight.
  - Thank God for the free will of people, which makes man a man, but in order to receive in return, please, grace, one must curb the animal willfulness!
  Kuznetsov said proudly:
  - The Katyusha launcher to your tongue and there will be a total defeat of the Wehrmacht, back in 1941.
  "And Maksimka is right, and so is the sergeant," the Tatar woman said conciliatorily. Then she sighed heavily and began to dig with her large helmet. The captain's wife saw how she, deliberately squinting, was digging more and more energetically. Well, Maksimka was setting up a very precisely turned sighting bar with optical bells and whistles.
  The captain began to make something, some kind of catapult. Maximka rushed to her aid. She pushed the boy aside and began to improve her own. Using elastic wire for tension.
  Well, the young warrior didn't lag behind. Having done essentially the same thing, he turned as if to the left, and then spun around the axis again.
  The sergeant lightly patted the scout on the back:
  - Small, but healthy! Neighbor of the underworld!
  Maximka giggled:
  - There are three advantages in the underworld: no fear of changing your place of residence, the most desirable punishment is exile, and most importantly, you will never suffer from loneliness and fear of death!
  - What did he say? - A surprised voice was heard and from that trench also rose a pretty, feminine, but short-cropped head.
  Maksimka did not answer succinctly:
  - The most serious consequences come from empty words that fly out easily!
  The neighboring warriors whistled loudly, right through their nostrils. A young girl, apparently a newcomer, blinked in surprise and asked:
  - What is your name, Aristotle of the twentieth century?
  The young warrior scout replied:
  - Maximka or nickname machine gun.
  The captain's wife said:
  Here the Tiger tanks are crawling awkwardly through puddles, and there is a machine gun on the roof!
  The girl with the short hair was surprised:
  - You don't really look like a machine gun... Although maybe you can hammer it?
  Maximka chuckled subtly:
  - Like sheaves of wheat, or even corn cobs.
  - What for? - The girl asked Maximka rather stupidly.
  Instead of answering, he showed the barrel of his machine gun and played with the sculpted ball of his bicep.
  Tatarochka sang here:
  - I remember the infantry and the company going into attack!
  - Is this a secondary company? - The girl with the short hair didn't understand.
  The captain answered her funny.
  - She, my dear. - The girl continued in an angrier tone. - But by no means secondary, even though we have a lot of girls here.
  - A boy? - The short-haired girl muttered in confusion.
  The captain answered without further ado:
  - This is my deputy!
  - What, there are no officers? - The girl with the short hair blinked in confusion.
  Maximka giggled in response:
  - The soldiers are like rye, and so that the enemy cannot mow them down with a sickle, there are stony generals scattered among them!
  The Tatar woman logically noted:
  - The oak generals betray the army to the fortress of rotten stumps!
  The short-haired girl Lena shook her head and growled:
  - You can be dumber than a stump, but you can't become sharper than a bayonet that will pierce your heart!
  The girl did not think negatively. She shook her fists rather beatenly and again, as if she had put her head behind the edge of the trench. Maksimka rubbed his palm over the box of grenades.
  Two heavy tanks slowly rolled out from behind the forest, while they were moving the young scout whistled under his breath. The "Royal Tigers" spun and stopped side by side. Blue smoke from synthetic gasoline burst from the exhaust muzzles. The tanks looked menacing: pointing their long-barreled guns towards the field. Maksimka happily whispered:
  - Finally, I'll deal with them completely!
  The Tatar girl licked her lips in anticipation of the coming battle. Two figures peered out of the thick, automatically sliding hatches - Maksimka was ready to swear that they were German women. The warriors began to energetically show and demonstrate their knowledge of pedigree to each other. The tanks were about six hundred meters away, but everything was clearly visible. And for the young scout, even more so. Maksimka shook the barrel of his machine gun, although he felt sorry for the girls, but he wanted to shoot, but the sergeant calmly told him: "Don't throw in the towel." Indeed, the girls calmed down. A minute later, roaring their engines and emitting brown smoke, both tanks clanked along the sides of the road, heading towards the river. The transporters, swaying and howling, went two hundred meters in front of them, energetically moving the matches of the machine gun barrels. The warrior on the left shook her fist. The soldier on the right stuck her head out of the trench and leaned over, looking askance at the sky far to the north.
  Maximka chirped:
  - It may not be true, but it looks like we missed the opportunity to roll the enemy into the asphalt!
  - No, no pancake, no butter, no horseradish! - the warrior told them after a long minute, chasing away an annoying gadfly from her dirty heel.
  Immediately after this, the ground shook. A fleeting winged shadow glided right over the hill, and the ringing of aircraft machine guns and a high-explosive rocket hit his ears. The "Royal Tiger" fired into the air from its barrel, and gray dust rose from the road. It was as if the giant mistress was beating the carpet, all over at once. Simultaneously with bright yellow sparks and purple lightning bolts striking from the armor of the transporters, both tanks fired again. Then they slammed their hatches and, unexpectedly quickly for a 69-ton machine, jerked to the sides, dashingly increasing the distance between themselves. Maksimka noted: the engine here is no less than 900 horsepower. And the transmission is more advanced, look at how the towers rotate, you'll admire it. A single, unknown-from-nowhere Soviet aircraft of unknown design stood on a disc-shaped wing. Yes, he spits out jet bombs so skillfully, as German fighters had never dreamed of before. He himself fluttered his wings like a butterfly and went somewhere beyond the hills. The deafened sergeant had not yet had time to say anything, when five more fighters raced over them - the same yellow and white ME-109 "K" that had fired at them during the digging in the day before yesterday - and, with propellers and engines ringing, they went after the disk-winged plane with red stars.
  Maximka was surprised:
  - I didn"t know that we had cars like this!
  - A scout or an attack aircraft? - Shura asked curiously from Maxim's right side.
  The boy giggled:
  - The aliens came to the aid of the Soviet government!
  - I think these are our latest developments! And, yes, we need to whip Maksimka! - The mighty sergeant winked at him, as if to say, hold on, buddy, they're going to beat you up so badly you won't know what hit you. The boy nodded calmly. A seasoned veteran, it seems, a small sparrow, you can't scare him off so easily.
  Maximka even chopped off:
  - If you want a penny for a penny, show courage when they hit the penny, and patience when you receive the penny!
  The first column moved forward like a wedge, after a pause filled with a whisper of ditties performed by the warriors for about twelve minutes, six more Panther tanks, three Ferdinands, another King Tiger crawled out onto the road, no longer being cautious, then armored cars with guns and machine guns. Trucks with multi-barreled multi-purpose anti-aircraft guns followed them. Then the formidable beauty of the Jagdtiger, the most self-propelled gun in terms of both anti-tank weapons and armor. It is impressive that all this was moving toward the crossing, from the side of which everything was booming and bubbling like in boiling borscht. The last to rush past was a group of trucks with infantry weighed down by tele-tanks. The cavalcade was racing along leisurely, waddling and bouncing on the potholes - as if Satan was urging it on. The last vehicle was a Sturmtiger. His assault bomb launcher had no equal, capable of burning everything within a radius of tens of meters with one shot. Then there was a lull.
  Maximka again threw out the phrase:
  - The strength of the enemy is in our weakness, our weakness is in the strength of stereotypes, as if strength always wins!
  A little over a quarter of an hour later, noise was heard again. A small column of vehicles with guns attached to the back turned right off the road and stopped near the forest. And with them, a self-propelled gun "Bear" with a 305-millimeter siege mortar. At the moment, not a very practical assault self-propelled gun weighing 100 tons. But with the latest. More and more mass-produced forced engine of 1200 horsepower. The vehicles turned around, the guns and mortars were unhooked. Nimble servants, some of whom were teenage boys working with axes, rushed to clear the firing sectors in the sparse forest. The guns and mortars were placed in short rows and quickly camouflaged with branches. The German boys tried their best. The German soldiers threw the boxes out of the trucks and drove back behind the forest. All this was visible as if Paris was from the Eiffel Tower.
  Maximka was ready for a fight; he was happy, very happy, with such an opportunity.
  The seasoned female captain clutched the massive stock of her lethal machine gun until it hurt. It was absolutely clear to her that the Germans couldn't be such idiots as not to check the hill. And so they set out - three motorcycles raced across the field straight towards them, a spool of unwinding wire spinning in the silver-gleaming sidecar of one of them. The motorcyclists flew up to the hill at full throttle, stopped, almost tipping over like a turtle. These beardless youths squealed something and the frog-colored figures with machine guns dangling under their arms ran up the slope, unwinding a thread of wire behind them.
  Maximka remarked with a smile:
  - People do not seek death, in the sublime search for success, bodies in life descend into the grave!
  - The Fuhrer's signalmen, at least have mercy on your mother! - the sergeant muttered in confusion, pressing his powerful body into the trench so that only the blond, cropped backs of the heads of the running Germans could be seen. Maksimka, however, hardly hid, not at all experiencing a complex because of his height. Let the Fritzes see and puke from fear. They, not noticing the skillfully camouflaged trenches, continued to run straight at the warlike captain's wife, until the one in front suddenly stopped running, as if he had seen a ghost, only fifteen meters away from him. The signalman jerked his lower jaw and tried to intercept his machine gun, when Maksimka, who had risen from the trench, or rather jumped out like a mushroom after the rain, combed him across the chest with a short blow of his broadsword. Shurka, on the right, knocked down the rear pair with two clear single shots, and giggled:
  - Gentlemen, communications specialists, why grow old... Maybe die in a woman's arms!
  - For the sake of valor and honor, I'm not joking!
  Having uttered the phrase, after which the teenage sergeant unexpectedly for himself suddenly jumped out of the trench and ran, holding a PPS in his hand at full speed, to the last German, who fell on all fours from surprise. "Give him here batyr!" - they shouted from behind, but he had already run and, grabbing the speechless German by the shoulder belt with his free hand, and lifting him up like a cat with fly agarics, dragged him back to the trenches. He was the same age as the one who had captured him, but not as huge and massive. And the Sergeant - stopped, turned his body, holding the Hitler Youth at arm's length, kicked the Fritz in the groin with his knee, tore the machine gun out of his hand, threw it aside, grabbed it again and dragged him on. All this seemed to be happening not to him, so the sergeant did not pay any attention to the captain and Maksimka who ran up to meet him. The boy noticed:
  - Even the smart suffer from an excess of intelligence, but only fools suffer from an excess of strength!
  - Well, you, Ilya Muromets, are something else, - the company warrior exclaimed with delight and class. The sergeant winked at her (as if to say that he was capable of more than just that!), pulling the German up to the top and looking down every second. He carried the captured boy and shoved the poor fellow into someone's trench. The girls burst out laughing and plopped down next to him, looking at the little animal with curiosity. The German looked to be about years old, thin, but sinewy and quite strong from his life on the march - apparently, he was simply confused, not having fired a bullet into the thug who had captured him.
  The boy jumped up and lightly kicked him in the back:
  - We'll feed you enough. Look how shabby the poor thing is.
  - Why didn't you bring it yourself, Baldak! - The warrior shook her finger at Maksimka. - But still, ours are the strongest of all, the warrior captain said with pleasure. And she turned to the Germans - Hitler kaput, right boy?
  Maximka noted:
  - The war is truly won when the enemy soldier screams kaput before you even point your gun at him!
  The warrior stroked the captive's white head and asked in a whisper in German:
  - Will you be with us, do you want to live?
  The German didn"t respond to this, he just clicked his white teeth, as if he had frozen and been pulled out of an ice hole.
  Maximka giggled:
  - Now that's what I call a scumbag!
  - So where should we put this poor guy now? - the captain's wife asked indifferently. - What are we supposed to do with him, an overgrown one, on this bald witch's mountain?
  Maximka suggested:
  - Let's make him our brother in arms!
  Tatarka suggested:
  - He's cute... We're going to the collective farm, he'll be a man for our women!
  The girls giggled softly at this suggestion.
  The captain's wife shrugged her noble shoulders and looked at the mighty sergeant. He also shrugged his broad shoulders - why did he drag a German teenager? That must be how it should be! Maximka himself, with all his wit, probably couldn't answer where to put such a bindweed. Into the frying pan or something? The captain's wife calmly took a revolver from her holster, self-cocking with a lethal sound and fired at the German who had managed to close his eyes, cutting off a tuft of hair at his temple with a bullet just above his head. And from fear he was thrown back, and he literally flowed down the wall of the trench.
  Maximka noted:
  - But he's a coward. He's not fit to be a brother!
  The Tatar woman replied:
  - It's easy for you to talk like that, but you're in his place.
  Maximka barked:
  - I'm not out for his revenge and I'm not going to get caught so stupidly.
  - Nothing... - The captain's wife, bending down, easily yanked the German up by the wrist, grabbed the other one and playfully threw him over the parapet, pushing him to the side. She twisted her face in contempt: "Fair-haired donkey." After thinking, he made several pushing movements with his bare girlish foot, throwing earth and turf with the sweeps of his graceful fingers at the blood flowing from the stunned German's broken nose.
  Tatarochka noted:
  - This is a real coward! Let's deal with him!
  The battery, apparently accustomed to such surprises, completely reorganized. Even the harmonicas began to play. The soldiers of the Third Reich were not stunned by what had happened, but on the contrary, wound up: they finally started running, echoes of commands were heard, and half a minute later the first "zzz... zzz..." of the German anti-tank guns were heard. In a second the air was filled with flying fragments, the battery showered the hill with shells so that smoke stood in a column. Nevertheless, it is obviously not easy to dig the infantry out of deep trenches with the help of such guns, even with the help of rapid-fire anti-aircraft guns, and soon the enemy changed the high tempo to harassing fire, not allowing them to stick their heads out too far. Through the smoke, Maksimka clearly saw that most of the crew simply crouched behind the gun shields, waiting for something. The sergeant poked his ears with his fingers, looked at the slopes and decided that the tank probably wouldn't climb to the very top. What the Germans could use most right now would be a mortar battery or a couple of Sturmtigers, but he didn't even want to think about that, so as not to jinx it. Several female infantrymen, who had sniper rifles, were slowly shooting at the mostly greenhorn (many of the newly recruited German boys were even barefoot) gun crews, like drummers. Although on the one hand it was impossible to fire accurately in the smoke from such a distance, but if you saturate the space with a sufficiently large number (but where to get that number!) of bullets flying in a certain direction, there is a ghostly, but in war often realizable chance that one or two of them can hit something useful. But, of course, the young scout could have hit the target from such a distance, without relying on blind luck.
  Maximka suddenly felt a strong jolt, a slap on the face, and opening his eyes, he returned to reality.
  The young spy found himself in a real medieval torture cellar. Several Arab executioners, large but swollen with fat, were bustling around him.
  Various torture devices hung on the walls: pincers, drills, needles, pears, vices, ramrods and much more.
  The fireplaces were blazing, the torturers were bustling about, and two doctors in dark glasses and white coats. A full command set... And in the distance, the prince himself with his Amazonian bodyguards.
  Maximka, after sleep and the effects of the drug, was thinking slowly. He tried to raise his hands higher, but they were tied. The boy muttered:
  - My father will avenge me for the sake of Allah!
  A chuckle was heard and the prince deigned to answer:
  - Your father is the son of Shaitan... Do you think everyone here is such an idiot? Even from the very beginning it was obvious that you are not an Arab, you speak a language foreign to you. And you are only familiar with our culture from textbooks... - Lord Hotami grinned. - Well, and when you bought into your mother's false name, everything became clear.
  Maximka muttered desperately:
  - But that was the wife you didn't know about...
  The prince bared his teeth:
  - But he knew that very well. Besides, your hair is light, but dyed black, and not cut... - The Lord growled. - Tell me who sent you, Russian spy!
  There was no point in denying anything, the evidence was too direct, but one couldn't give in either. Maximka asked off the top of his head:
  - Why do you think that I am a Russian spy and not an English envoy with an important mission for you?
  The prince burst out laughing and this time his hornet lasted for about four minutes. After which he added with a grin:
  - When the drug entered your blood, you were muttering in Russian. You wanted to find the prince and capture him. And it turns out you're a hero of the USSR, that's how the boy got caught - once and for all!
  Maximka objected with a strained smile:
  - No! Not forever! You may have exposed me, but you haven't broken me yet! And you never will!
  Hotami grinned:
  - We'll see about that. Now they'll torture you so much that you'll start begging for death!
  Maximka growled in response:
  - You won't get it!
  The prince said briefly:
  - One hundred blows on the heels with a bamboo stick!
  The boy was lowered belly down onto the grate, alcohol was dripped onto the rough sole and blows were rained down. The prince was counted:
  - One, two, three!
  Maksimka, as he was taught in the scout courses, imagines a field of freshly harvested rye. And he runs through the stubble and these broken shoots pleasantly prick, tickling the boy's bare, slightly dusty feet.
  The executioner is furious, his soles are burning, and it already seems that he is running on the hot sand of the seashore. Maksimka sees dolphins on the shore, and waves his hand to them in greeting. They splash their tails in response, and warm droplets of water drip onto his face.
  The fat executioner, having struck the blow, shakes off the sweat and mutters:
  - I swear by Allah, he's a strong guy. They beat him, but he smiles...
  - Put him on the rack! - the prince ordered dryly.
  They threw a chain over his hands and pulled them up, and attached a tripod to his legs, putting pancakes in it. At first, Maksimka did not feel the fights in his mobile joints, but when the weights began to pull his collarbones, loading the ligaments, he again plunged into memories.
  Pull-up competitions are hard, your hands are slipping, it seems like your elbows will tear. But you stubbornly overcome it centimeter by centimeter. Now you touch the bar with your chin, then you fall down, you get momentum, and you come back again.
  The executioners jerk the rack trying to cause a concussion. And Maksimka imagines how he takes new heights in pull-ups. And already the numbers of the new record flash on the scoreboard. Win and a wide smile...
  The executioner spreads his hands in confusion, speechless. The prince commands:
  - With fire and hot wire at the same time.
  The feet are carefully greased and a brazier is placed under them. The torture burner is the most modern, gas-fired. And the barbed wire is red-hot. They whip with it without ceremony, with all their might.
  Maksimka imagines a Russian bathhouse, she dipped her feet into a kettle of boiling water at the very top. And on her back with a pine, spruce, and oak broom. That's the thrill of such a bathhouse.
  The executioner strikes with a draw, rips the skin, causing blood to drip, and the boy only smiles. Although bare feet under the flames are covered with blisters, but you imagine a beach, a bathhouse, a hot water bottle, and it is not so scary.
  By order of the sadistic prince, red pepper is sprinkled on the wounds... Like a bath broom made of nettles, and beautiful girls caress you. Wonderful. That's what the Russian spirit means.
  They insert electric wires into the fingers, toes and some not-so-personal places (the heroic boy on the rack is, of course, naked!) and start passing the shocks.
  At the same time they continue to whip, the flame of the burner increases, they pass electric discharges, they stretch by jerking on the rack. And the executioners also took out special tongs with electric heating and, having heated them to red, began to touch the chest and slowly twist the ribs, while affecting not only the temperature, but also alternating electricity.
  The torture reached its highest point and Maximka, as befits a young hero in such cases and an example for all the younger generations, began to sing;
  My country under the flag of October,
  Reached the heights of the kingdom of light!
  After all, we are not fighting for her in vain,
  Let her love be sung about in eternity!
  
  The country of advice brings peace to people,
  In it everyone is happy - know the proletariat!
  Whoever is for Russia - glory and honor,
  Let's sing the hymns of a million arias!
  
  Let us achieve the honor of the youth of the earth,
  Let's build temples - the paradise of communism!
  And where black smoke rises in the distance,
  Know this is the march of vile fascism!
  
  But what did the pioneer give with the oath?
  I swore an oath to serve the cause of light with zeal!
  If the enemy wanted to take away the goods,
  We will drive him to the sound of the accordion!
  
  The enemy doesn"t know that our homeland is ours,
  The time will come - he will build ships!
  Our rear of the Fatherland's fighters has not died out,
  Let everyone become a valiant hero!
  
  We will fly to the stars in the sky with a song,
  We'll soon be digging canals on Mars!
  The people of the Soviets are united with the party -
  After all, communism brought us up to the top!
  
  War is certainly not a game,
  You are both a target and a shooter!
  And the bullet stings like a sharp needle,
  Let it be very bad for the nasty Fritzes!
  
  We can achieve everything, everything -
  And there will be palm trees and coconut for breakfast!
  For those who don't care about all this,
  He'll get a fair beating with a stick!
  
  The Tiger tank thought it was invulnerable,
  And what a parade on Soviet Square!
  But they proved he is invincible,
  What will prevent the cold from driving you away in the summer!
  
  So Stalin is the conscience, honor and soul of Rus' -
  He ordered us to fight for something sacred!
  My girl, you better not be sad,
  Honor is inviolable, a spoon can be gained!
  
  Under fierce torture - you can't groan,
  Show everyone - a fighter from the monolith!
  Such is the strength of the Red Army
  Where even a boy fights like an elite!
  . CHAPTER #14.
  Then, against the background of the rum she had drunk, Zoya Nikolaevich had another, also very strong hallucination, and she now saw such a cool and awesome thing:
  Red-haired Alla made an inappropriate joke:
  - We will go to the bathhouse: for a Russian person, a bathhouse is happiness!
  There was such chaos on the battlefield that Alenka managed to spot where the shot was coming from only when the second volley was fired. And both of them fired at once, the "Sturmtigers". Those bombs thundered so loudly, so many casualties...
  The dashing Alla, like Spinoza and Cicero rolled into one, said:
  - For the sake of art, performers make voluntary sacrifices, for the sake of military art, listeners are forced to sacrifice! The public always wants an encore for a masterpiece of art, there are no audiences left who want a repeat for a masterpiece of military art! Concerts of the maestro of art, people pay a lot of money for tickets, and they pay even more to avoid concerts of the maestro of military art!
  Alenka interrupted her friend:
  - Come on, on my count, let's shoot straight into the channel of the wide muzzle of the cannon, then the bombs in the propellant charge will detonate!
  Red-haired Alla twirled her finger at her temple:
  - First you need to change your position so that the angle is straighter and stomp your feet!
  The warriors ran as fast as they could, but again they were too late. The stormtigers seemed to have received additional automatics when reloading, and their rate of fire increased. Moreover, not only the infantry suffered from the salvo, but also the tanks, the turrets were torn off, and the steel mixed with the flames in the devil's witch's cauldron.
  The girls, annoyed at their slowness, deliberately stepped into the fire with their bare, feminine feet in order to punish themselves with pain!
  Alla the beauty noticed:
  - We deserve it!
  Alenka, wincing from the pain and dancing barefoot on the fire, added:
  - And the enemies deserve even worse!
  Alla answered harshly:
  - It's better to kill one scoundrel than to expose a hundred; the latter is what the scoundrels do themselves!
  Alenka, decisively, like a warrior from Lucifer, declared:
  - That's exactly what we'll do!
  The girls took aim, dancing from the small flame, the pain and burns allowed them to concentrate. After all, this was their homeland, their brothers, the Russian soldiers, they had to win and take the last steps to Berlin. When communism wins, a person will never die at the hands of another person!
  Soft start, special bullets with increased armor-piercing ability flew out of the barrels. Here the main difficulty was not only to hit the muzzle. The Nazis were not fools either and protected the opening of the barrel with a cap like a teapot lid. Therefore, it was necessary to have time to insert it in that short moment when the lid lifted up in an instant from the shot. Then, like bullets pierce a mixture of several aggressive liquids...
  It exploded monstrously, first two explosions simultaneously, then several more from the detonation of another dozen bombs in the ammunition supply. Several nearby pillboxes and Fritzes were destroyed or seriously damaged, and impressive breaches were made in them.
  The blast wave was so strong that it almost knocked both warriors onto their backs. The girls shouted in joy:
  - Yes! This is just great!
  A satisfied voice was heard behind me:
  - I saw it! Girls, consider the Order of Glory, first degree, in your pocket... The man in the NKVD major's uniform corrected himself. - More precisely, on his chest! Well done, girls! However, these are not all of your exploits!
  Alenka frowned:
  - This is just the beginning!
  Alla jumped up, shaking her chest:
  - And most importantly, a good start!
  The major added:
  - This is the beginning, and the end is in Berlin! I won't be surprised if you also catch Hitler by the balls. After all, you girls are superhuman!
  The warriors answered modestly:
  - No, we're just Soviet women!
  The death of the Sturmtigers and the shock of the defeat seemed to have broken the Fritzes' strength, the third ridge had already been overcome on the morning of the eighteenth. The troops, in particular the tanks, crawled out onto more level ground. The girls even had to push such heavy vehicles!
  Alla noted:
  - War is the most gambling game, only in it, unlike poker, the one who loses his fortune is the one who cannot subjugate himself to gambling!
  Alenka added seriously:
  - Attacking in war is like racing a horse, only the racetrack has far more obstacles and corrupt jockeys!
  Alla wittily retorted:
  - This aphorism is not accurate! At horse races you can bribe jockeys, during the attack the runner realizes that life is not for sale!
  The warriors ran even further... And baring their pearly teeth. Alenka even sang:
  - Beauty, beauty, we're taking a cat, a goldfinch, a dog, Petka the bully, a monkey, half a tram to the madhouse! What a company!
  Barefoot and beautiful, with her hair flying, Alla ran forward to the trenches and added:
  - A company that cannot be sold at auction!
  Alenka nodded:
  - Yes! The CPSU will eat us!
  Alla shook her copper head in surprise:
  - What is the CPSU? I don"t know such a term!
  Alenka clarified in a peculiar manner:
  - This can be translated as the Communist Party of the Soviet Union!
  Alla shrugged her strong, bruised shoulders:
  - But there is no such name yet...
  Alenka raised her right fist:
  - Believe me, it will! It will definitely be!
  Alla said sarcastically:
  - Be healthy!
  Alenka supported the serious joke:
  - I will definitely be there!
  On the plain the resistance was weaker, but still stubborn. The Ferdinands were especially annoying; these self-propelled guns, like huge bumblebees, would burst into Soviet equipment with their shells. It is not easy to destroy a Ferdinand; it is not for nothing that this self-propelled gun is the most common of the heavy ones and is second in numbers only to the Panzer-4.
  Sharp-eyed Alla saw an ambush Panzer in the bushes... The machine weighs only twenty-two and a half tons, but has a Panther cannon. The low silhouette allows it to be easily camouflaged and strike from behind ambushes. Alenka also began to crawl towards the Panzer... A successful machine, but its full potential was not used due to the stupidity of the German command. In general, this is a strange phenomenon of the Second World War. The Soviet military command noticeably improved in military art during the fighting, especially at the tactical level.
  But the Germans, on the contrary, began to manage their troops much worse than at the beginning of the war. Because of this, even the increased amount of equipment (in 1944, more tanks and self-propelled guns were produced per month than in the whole of 1940!), did not help them withstand the Soviet attacks. For example, if we take the production of weapons, then in 1943 and 1944, the proportions in the ratio of equipment production were better for the Germans than in 1941 and 1942. But the course of military operations did not become more favorable for the Third Reich, but rather the opposite!
  Girls, you didn't stop at destroying the Panzer-4's optics, you also blew up the vehicle with captured cumulative grenades. First one Panzer, then the next...
  Alla laughed deafeningly:
  - This is how we beat these vipers!
  Alenka, baring her dagger-like teeth, agreed:
  - We're pounding so hard that even a turtle's shell wouldn't save Panzer-4!
  There were quite a few teenagers in the trenches, apparently recently drafted. There were even some boys with snot noses who didn't even look like teenagers, about nine or ten years old. They looked confused and scared.
  The boys have weapons, 20-millimeter recoilless rifles. They are light, and at close range they can fry infantry or destroy a tank track. Here is one small, fair-haired boy, burrowed into ambush, only his bare heels sticking out. Many boys are barefoot, there were no boots of the right size, and in Germany in mid-April the weather is like in Russia in warm May. The boys of the Third Reich, however, do not run away from fear, like, for example, the elderly German militiamen who raise their paws up at the first opportunity, or run to Berlin.
  Only the boys cover their ears to go deaf from the exploding shells and the howl of the burning gifts "Andryusha" and "Katyusha". And so they fight to the end. Some even resort to deception, let the Red Army soldiers get closer, holding up white rags, and then blow themselves up along with them. Brave children, stupefied by propaganda, and much more critically minded adults, especially those who remember the times before Hitler well and did not allow themselves to be completely brainwashed.
  Therefore, the closer to Berlin, the fewer adults flee to the rear, and the more often beardless but brave boys fight.
  But among the fighters, German girls began to appear much more often. Hitler, to his credit, considered it the duty of a ruler to protect women and not send them to the front as cannon fodder. Moreover, the shortage of men from a demographic point of view is not so terrible, one male can impregnate a hundred females. But a woman needs nine months to bear a child and another two years for recovery.
  Alenka, seeing that the cool Alla was shooting at the boys, hit the barrel, exclaiming:
  - You can't kill children! Do you understand, are you a woman or a she-wolf?
  Fiery Alla snapped back fiercely, like a panther:
  - And can they kill us?
  Alenka noted:
  - They are children, they do not understand... Besides, there are different levels of morality. The morality of fascism is base, the morality of communism is sublime. Based on this, we must understand that we cannot, should not be as bad as our enemy. Otherwise, what is the point of us claiming the role of good in the battle with evil.
  The red-haired devil Alla wanted to respond with an aphorism, but her head was empty, like a reveler's wallet. And nothing witty or caustic came.
  Alenka patted her friend on the shoulder:
  - That's it! Although Stalin said that we will respond to the enemy's attack with a triple blow, he did not mean at all that meanness should be responded to with triple meanness. And cruelty with triple cruelty! In this case, the principle of an eye for an eye is not our principle!
  Alla hit the ground with her bare, graceful foot, winced with annoyance and quite reasonably remarked:
  - The old people are running away, they have a much stronger instinct for survival at any cost. So, this is a very controversial idea... That is, I wanted to say that soon we will have no one to shoot at except for snot-nosed suckers... So, what can make us turn back?
  Alenka pointed her index finger to the West at the cool Alla:
  - You see, the "Panthers" are crawling, believe me, we will still have someone to fight and strike here! Isn't it clear!
  Alla, tough and with a strong neck, asked her friend:
  - That my hands are shaking from fatigue, and my legs too... Maybe you could sing me something cheerful?
  Alenka replied:
  - Yes, I haven't slept a wink for five days either! Should I sing to cheer you up? Something old?
  Alla jerked her red-copper head angrily, like a mare:
  - No! To hell with this old stuff! Let's sing something new, cheerful, Soviet!
  Alenka made a face:
  - It will be fun, but judge for yourself how Soviet it is!
  Powerful Alla missed, angrily poked the butt of the gun into her cheek, muttering:
  - We don't need unnecessary pathos! We need soulful, beautiful, and poetic...
  In response, barefoot Alenka sang in her magnificent, inimitable voice:
  Soviet spirit, don't fall in battle,
  Oh, red rays of the spring sun!
  Even though the Fuhrer surrounded himself with a stone fence,
  Our hammer beats like a drum in the darkness!
  
  In the deep rear our groves are -
  And the golden grains of honey from native fields!
  Let the red flag flutter over the army,
  And airplanes are the wings of cranes in the sky!
  
  Let the path of the Fatherland become higher;
  We are raising communism over the planet!
  We hear the voice of a hundred thousand strong nations,
  All on high and not a step down, knight!
  
  Believe me, autumn will not come to the country,
  And we won't freeze under the snow!
  Girls, you better stop moping around -
  Our army will return, know that, with a glorious victory!
  
  Berlin will fall, we see soon,
  And we are not at all afraid of the "Panthers" and "Tigers"!
  There will be sentences for the Fritzes,
  Well, receive your rewards, sons of Rus'!
  
  And our courage is like a flame,
  Fascism will crumble to stinking dust!
  And the firmness of will is like a stone,
  The shell roars, devastatingly - bang!
  
  Ignoring the prayers of Satan,
  The Lord decided that it should be this way!
  Let's cleanse the Earth of Nazism,
  After all, the planet is not a pub for the Fritzes!
  
  Of course, we paid a lot,
  An ocean of ours simply perished!
  Now Russia is in red power,
  And the Devil's deception will not return again!
  
  After all, the cause of communism is sacred,
  There is absolute, boundless goodness in it!
  And according to the very true laws of dualism,
  Capitalism is not destined to flourish!
  
  So that hunger does not torment the people,
  Collective farms must be established everywhere!
  It will only take four years,
  The Almighty will give a solid five for the construction!
  
  And then space - the courtyard of the Universe,
  It's a good idea to sweep it with a powerful broom!
  With this powerful, imperishable glory -
  In which every person is a big hero!
  
  Don't cry, widows, for the soldiers,
  After all, science has no impossible goals!
  They will be rewarded with the resurrection,
  And from us, we will send you a bouquet of scarlet roses!
  Alenka's good story was popular. But alas, these were just dreams. In reality, the Nazis are advancing. And advancing further.
  But the girls gritted their teeth and shot.
  But now they have to retreat.
  Alenka notes:
  - How I would like to dream! About a world where our troops win victory after victory!
  Alla answered harshly:
  - Dreams are useless - reality is everything!
  Maria sang in a sad tone:
  Evil, damned reality,
  It can drive you crazy...
  All the power of the formidable atom,
  Satan drove into the Earth!
  The girls whistled a little after such a song... Yes, withdrawal is a difficult concept.
  Alenka wondered what might have happened if Hitler had not attacked the USSR in 1941.
  The most reasonable thing for Stalin to do is to strike during the landing in Britain. Allowing England to be conquered and all its colonies to be seized is suicidal!
  But could Hitler defeat Britain? Of course he could. The English had almost nothing to hold Egypt and the Middle East with. The Fuhrer could conquer all of Africa and Asia automatically, reach India, and Japan would swallow up the English colonies in the Pacific Ocean.
  And what would have happened then? The question is not idle at all. Russia would have been hit twice: by Japan and the Third Reich. That is, it would not have been Germany that would have fought on two fronts, but the USSR.
  The year forty-first turned into a great catastrophe for the Red Army. And
  It is true that the USSR was not fully prepared. And it is true: the Red Army was in the midst of rearmament. But on the other hand, an army always rearms - that is a fact. Such is modern warfare. And Hitler in 1941 was not yet ready. He did not have tanks heavier than twenty-two tons in series. Jet aviation was only in experimental aircraft, and the Germans were inferior to the USSR.
  In tanks significantly - four times. Moreover, two thousand Soviet heavy and medium tanks are an order of magnitude stronger than the German ones. In aviation, too, four times, but perhaps the Germans are stronger in quality. Only the newest Soviet aircraft could compete with Hitler's vultures. The battles showed that the most common IL-16 was not a rival to German fighters at all, and became obsolete during the battles for Spain.
  But it was clear that the USSR would have strengthened, but the Fritzes would not have stood still. And they would have pulled up too, churning out heavy and medium tanks, and also deployed jet aviation...
  Alenka whispered with her lips:
  - Everything will be the other way around, and I won"t become a freak!
  Alla remarked angrily:
  - We always suffer serious losses!
  Alenka nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, we do, but the enemy also gets his...
  Matryona suggested:
  - Let's stop and set up an ambush!
  The girls exclaimed in unison:
  - Good enough!
  And they lay in ambush, started shooting at the planes with rifles. They didn't care about that until the new cocks crowed. Neither conspiracies nor bullets take girls.
  They shoot at themselves and act harshly and accurately. Alenka, firing, remembered a book she had read. It was about the fate of a Russian serf who found herself on tour in America. They were sailing together with the master, and the girl was giving a performance. And her brother was with her. They were dancing and singing.
  Then in Miami, the master gambled the girl and the boy away to one of the local planters. The girl ended up in slavery. They were driven to the plantations along with the boy and other slaves. All their clothes were confiscated and they were given rags. The boy and the girl had to walk barefoot. And they had already gotten used to shoes a little, and their feet hurt a lot from the long walk.
  It was winter, but it was warm in Florida. The boy and the girl were very tired during the crossing, their feet were bleeding, they lost weight. And then the owner sent them to the cotton plantations. The story turned out to be similar to Isaura, but with a Russian motive.
  And the girl could not find a rich guy who would buy her. She worked with her brother for several years until the American Civil War began. By this time, the boy had already become a teenager. His strong body easily endured physical work in the fresh air, but the rations were meager. But the wife of an elderly planter seduced the handsome boy and fed him.
  Indeed, it is the middle of nowhere, the woman is still relatively young. And only the husband is white, even the overseers are black.
  The boy, of course, was not against it, although the age difference was telling. But the woman was pretty enough. The owner himself often went to Miami, and the romance was not particularly, something threatened.
  But the boy, having learned about the war, decided to run away. He knocked out a woman during lovemaking. He stole pistols, shot three guards and... The blacks rebelled.
  There he and his sister became the leaders of the brawl. The girl was still a beauty, only her skin had become very dark from the sun. Physical work in the fresh air did not catch her naturally strong body. And she herself was a peasant woman who had been an actress for a relatively short time. And the girl was accustomed to work.
  And so she became the leader of the rebellion. The blacks submitted to the whites in this matter.
  At first, the boy and the girl organized a defense and fought off a small detachment of punitive forces. And then, they created their own group and began to attack themselves.
  The ending of the novel was good. The boy and girl received awards and American citizenship.
  Then the former serf actress married a rich capitalist. The young man married well too. And they made a decent fortune. And the master, who lost it at cards, finally drank himself to death and went broke. The novel itself had battle scenes, and, indeed, very delicate love. Quite a bold work for the mid-twentieth century.
  Alenka remembered all this while lying in a trench and firing, partly because she herself wanted to have a family and a child. Yes, it is great to have children.
  Although of course sometimes thoughts arise: what will happen next? Is humanity threatened by resettlement?
  Alenka whispered:
  - For the glory of space, I want to have children!
  Matryona responded to this with sympathy:
  - A wonderful desire, but you can"t fight with your stomach!
  Alla giggled and said:
  - Children should laugh...
  Alenka continued with pressure:
  - Children should laugh...
  Anyuta finished with force:
  - And live in a peaceful world!
  But there is no sign of peace yet... And the war is blazing... There is an E-100 tank crawling ahead. The machine is angular and powerful. And its optics should also be broken to blind.
  Alenka shoots and hits. She says maliciously:
  - The Black God brings fire into the world!
  And shoots again.
  A boy crawls up to the girls. He hands them pieces of bread and whispers:
  - Hold on, beauty! Stalin is with you!
  Alla says angrily:
  - If Stalin had gone into a trench and sat under the bombs, he would have understood!
  Anyuta angrily stamped her bare foot, or rather whispered on the autumn mud:
  - It would have been possible to finish off the Germans with one blow back in 1940. But Stalin didn't think of it!
  Maria suggested:
  - Maybe Stalin, unlike Hitler, did not want to break his word!
  Alla growled fiercely:
  - This executioner didn't want to break his word? You are naive people!
  Matryona giggled and remarked:
  - In the camp, I became convinced that the words of the executioners are worth nothing!
  Alenka said with a smile:
  - And don't let them roll up their sleeves again, and don't let them again!
  Alla took it and roared:
  - Black raven, at the neighboring gate! Cradle, handcuffs, torn mouth! How many times after a fight my head, from the overflowing chopping block, flew here! Where is the Motherland!
  Alenka sang with delight:
  - Let them shout, ugly thing!
  Anyuta picked up with enthusiasm:
  - We like her, even though she"s not a beauty!
  And the girls muttered in unison:
  - Boo-boo-boo! Boo-boo-boo! Boo-boo-boo! Hey boss!
  And they started shooting at the fascists, shooting down several infantrymen. They fired at the transporters. Soviet tanks tried to shoot at the Germans. The T-34s accelerated and rammed the Nazis, as if they were born kamikazes.
  And they made the fascists burn, blaze, explode. And the Fritzes got hemorrhoids on their asses.
  Alenka chirped at the top of her lungs:
  - The anthem of the Motherland is in our souls!
  Alla responded by throwing a grenade with her bare foot and hissing:
  - And we will build paradise in a hut!
  Anyuta also threw a grenade with her bare foot and said:
  - And there will be Faberge eggs!
  Maria threw the grenade, with both bare feet, and chirped:
  - And we will come to Berlin for the hedgehog!
  Marusya threw a grenade with her large, but graceful foot and croaked:
  - Her soul sings like a gusli!
  And the girls, firing, continued:
  - How, how, how... From Marusya's bright eyes, tears are dripping onto the spear!
  Alenka sang in rage:
  - It rings with chain mail... And speaks tenderly! You are my Motherland and beauty!
  And the girl joined her legs with her partner. They rubbed their bare feet against each other and exclaimed:
  - Marusya is crying tears of happiness! The huge machine gun is firing!
  The girls took and sang:
  - Woof! Woof! Woof! Dogs are barking, and girls are throwing grenades!
  The beauties threw explosive packages with their bare feet, blew up the Fritzes' tracks and roared:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Alenka fired a shot from her rifle and chirped:
  - Violence sharpens steel... But the power of malice is not eternal!
  Alla, this red-haired devil, sang with fury:
  - And your soul becomes stronger than steel!
  Marusya sang aggressively:
  - When the hand is firm and the goals are humane!
  Anyuta finished:
  - You can crush the violence of the state!
  . CHAPTER #15.
  Zoya Nikolaevich took a shower after sleeping. Other girls took her and gave her a massage, a very energetic one, with a warm-up of all the muscles. Then the cabin boy Oleg tickled her bare, slightly roughened girlish heels.
  After which the girl captain took and drank the rum, took a sip of it, strong and potent. And fell asleep, and saw glorious dreams:
  Most of the Poles, and almost all Lithuanians, Ukrainians and Belarusians - spoke out in favor of electing Ivan Vasilyevich Ryurovich as the Tsar of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The coronation should take place a little later. In the meantime, everyone congratulates the Russian Tsar on such a great event. It really happened! Now the Russians, Ukrainians and Poles are united! And the largest empire with great power has emerged.
  And Oleg Rybachenko in the meantime does not forget to write, what makes simple talent more than great? This is, of course, the diversity of fantastic ideas.
  The boy really did shine in this... And we still need to try out a hot topic. Something that has never been done before. And put some colorful personality into play...
  Why not Trump in particular?
  And the boy-terminator, finding free time during the period when he didn"t have to train troops and show blacksmiths how to make new weapons, took and scribbled down a sensational space work;
  The appearance of teardrop-shaped starships beyond the orbit of Pluto became the biggest news on planet Earth. Astrophysicist Sergei Leonov was the first to see the elven ships built in a strictly geometric shape.
  Sergei did not yet know that these were brothers in mind, but it made such an impression on him that he knocked over a glass of tomato juice. Then he quickly rushed to the bathroom. There, the bald head, by inertia, rammed the mirror. Expensive jewelry fell from above and a large jar of expensive French perfume, slapped, on the professor's bald head. Spirits poured onto the wound, mixing blood with perfume. How the stung astrophysicist howled.
  The professor's wife ran from the kitchen with a rolling pin and hit her hapless husband on his long-suffering head. The lady screamed:
  - How dare you break my perfume, you bastard...
  The professor mumbled in fear:
  - I saw...
  The woman hit him again on the broken bald head and croaked:
  - You haven't seen anything! You're going to squeal, blinding yourself! What you've done deserves the guillotine!
  The professor groaned heavily:
  - I need to call the institute... This is a sensation!
  - When they turn off our electricity for non-payment, you'll have a sensation! - The woman threatened. But she graciously allowed him to approach the old telephone and dial a number.
  After which, although Sergei suffered, he immediately became a world celebrity.
  Now the news of rapidly approaching entities, each several kilometers in diameter, became a sensation. The entire planet literally began to seethe.
  The situation in the world was extremely tense. Wars were raging. The Middle East was blazing and refusing to die down, the Russian army was fighting in Syria, Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as in the North Caucasus. The Americans temporarily withdrew their troops and stopped interfering in the situation in various parts of the world. So now it was Russia that began to fight in many hot regions.
  Defense spending in Russia has grown exponentially, while the United States has been preoccupied with domestic affairs and the economy, with virtually no use of weapons abroad.
  Economic difficulties have given rise to the growth of Islamism in the North Caucasus, and have further burdened the economy with defense costs. Although it seems easier to live without the US, playing the role of the world's policeman is a big burden. In addition, the Russian president has fallen seriously ill, and without him, everything has gone wrong.
  Trump's second term was coming to an end, the US economy was booming, and new technologies were developing. There was talk of a third term, but it was just talk for now. Russia had significantly increased its influence in the world, as well as the size and combat potential of its army, but it had come at a high cost to the people - everyone had tightened their belts and taxes had risen.
  However, a settlement with nuclear missiles was founded on the Moon, which became a symbol of the prestige of a great state.
  But in America, discontent with the passive foreign policy was growing, especially in elite circles. Although the US, having handed over the role of the world's policeman to Russia, only won, including in terms of security, and Muslims were simply no longer allowed onto their territory.
  But the great empire also wanted to bend everyone and build. That's how it is with all powers.
  But for now the world remains with its problems... And here are aliens - brothers in mind! Wow!
  Mass celebrations began in human cities. Finally, the age-old dream of humanity had come true: meeting an intelligent life form. How could it be otherwise? After all, these are brothers in intelligence, and older ones at that, since they managed to fly to Earth. Maybe they will be able to restore order on this long-suffering planet? Or give people something new and beautiful?
  In any case, the belief in aliens is strong. In Russia, which has become a hegemonic country, the Security Council met. The President sat with difficulty in his chair, his head twisted. The Secretary of the Security Council, Marshal Vasily Ovcharov, spoke.
  He spoke slightly hysterically, as if barking:
  - We must immediately carry out all military measures and be ready to destroy the enemy with one strike of nuclear weapons!
  Defense Minister Tatyana Markova spoke more cautiously:
  - If the aliens were able to fly to us, having overcome unimaginable distances, then their science is much higher than the earthly one. And having taken up the war with them, we can find ourselves in the role of savages, who attack the T-110 tank with stone axes.
  This statement was met with approval from the president, who raised his head and looked around with a tired gaze. A seemingly weak but menacing voice was heard, moving armadas of tanks, planes, ships and high-precision missiles capable of reaching any point on the globe.
  - Our brothers in mind have arrived. They should be given a worthy welcome, regardless of their intentions. And just in case, prepare a nuclear arsenal for use.
  Prime Minister Shchukin promised:
  - Mr. President, we will do everything as it should be. Even though we have little time. For now, we are trying to get in touch with the aliens.
  The President said slowly, with difficulty, pronouncing the words:
  - And no provocations. Even if the aliens came with evil intent, we must not open fire first!
  It's hard when you're getting old. The last months of your term are already up, and you haven't decided on a successor yet.
  And now they have flown from the sky... Maybe it would have been interesting to ask the aliens for the elixir of eternal youth, something that would help return the years. And not to immediately rush into a bloody massacre with an enemy technologically superior to you.
  The starships of the Elven fleet quickly reached their destination and hung in orbit around the planet Earth at an altitude of ten thousand kilometers, which made them visible to the naked eye. Three hundred and thirty-three spaceships of impressive size were located along the surface. They looked like droplets or blue whales, streamlined, agile and nimble despite their size.
  The elven starships moved as if they had no inertia, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing in the sky. They made a strong impression on the Earth's air defense service. The Russian military was extremely nervous. They had encountered something inexplicable, and everything inexplicable frightens even seasoned warriors. It's one thing to deal with a familiar and especially previously defeated enemy, and another thing with someone you don't know, but who demonstrates no small amount of strength.
  But for now the elves have behaved peacefully. The Russian President has made a short address to the nation and planet Earth, if Russia is already the chief policeman, and Trump is demonstratively silent.
  Speaking, the leader of Russia called for calm and announced that the aliens would receive the warmest welcome. That the planet Earth and Russia personally are open to contacts with alien intelligence, and in fact it is a joyful event to learn that people are not alone in the universe.
  Suddenly the president's speech was interrupted and a face appeared on the screen that looked very much like a pretty girl with a brooch in her lush, sparkling hair and with epaulettes on her shoulders.
  A pleasant, ringing voice rang out across all the airwaves:
  - I am glad that you earthlings are prepared for a warm welcome. We, the great space empire of Luciferostan, also love you people very much and offer our patronage. You will be well under our rule. We will put an end to old age and disease, hunger and wars!
  The Russian President immediately perked up. He raised his head and asked hopefully:
  - Can you make an old man look younger?
  The subject, who looked like a girl with precious shoulder straps, nodded:
  - Of course! Our power allows even this! Become our subjects and you will receive eternal youth!
  The Russian President hesitated. The prospect of rejuvenation is very tempting when you are already over seventy and you are exhausted by many years of governing the country. And there are so many problems. Russians are fighting in Africa, and in Afghanistan, and in Central Asia. There is no famine in the country, but food is very expensive, and a large part of the economy works for the military sector. There is growing discontent among the people that Russia has taken on the most difficult mission - the world's policeman. And this means colossal expenses for all these peacekeeping operations and assistance to various countries.
  Of course, in the future it will pay off, and Russia will reap the harvest from the puppet regimes installed in various countries. But all this is in the future, and for now we have to make colossal investments ourselves. Syria alone cost tens of billions of dollars, and the mujahideen are still continuing the war there. And the fact that the US left Iraq only made things worse. And after the Americans left Afghanistan, Russia was forced to come there. And again wars, expenses, zinc coffins. Trump handed over the banner of the world's policeman to Russia, but in doing so he also bore the heaviest burden.
  And at that moment, the elf marshal Angela gave the order:
  - Conduct an operation and neutralize the Russian missile base on the Moon.
  The squad under the command of the warrior Velimara moved to the surface. The elves, more numerous (there are twelve times more of them than males) cast a technomagic spell, turning into something like Centaurs, only on tracks, and rushed straight through the vacuum to the moon. Each girl and boy was surrounded by a cloak of invisibility, making them invisible to radar. The elves landed near the base itself. Together with them were two bear-druids.
  The capture group synchronously cast a spell, and the armored barrier around the base turned into beautiful, brightly winged butterflies that flew away in all directions. The butterflies were special, able to fly in a vacuum. At the same time, they turned pale and dissolved like sugar in space.
  And the elves attacked the Russian soldiers who were defending the base. They simply kissed. They did not see the approaching beauties, they simply froze and turned into bushes of lush flowers.
  And these plants began to fume in the vacuum, intoxicating with their honey scent.
  The base commander, Lieutenant General Goremykin, managed to run out. A beautiful elf appeared right in front of him. The girl, absolutely beautiful, in boots on caterpillars, smiled at the general and said:
  - You are so old... Do you want to become a young narcissus and grow in a lunar greenhouse?
  General Goremykin answered with malice in his voice:
  - That's it! You came to conquer Russia, but that won't happen! We won't submit to dictate... Our missiles are already flying towards you!
  The elf giggled and replied:
  - Can chocolate ice cream be dangerous? Relax, boy, and don't be afraid of anything... My sweet little flower...
  Radiation wafted from the elf's palm, and Goremykin became covered with leaves right before our eyes, and decreased in size, turning into a beautiful flower. Similar to a daffodil, but each leaf had its own unique pattern.
  The elf girl replied with a laugh:
  - However, there is a lot of anger in this man. I have lived for a thousand years, but I have not seen so much!
  Marshal Angela happily informed Grand Master Bernard Geroux in her melodious voice:
  - Mission accomplished! The moon is neutralized!
  Meanwhile, the Russian President asked the leader:
  - You are so young... Are you the boss here?
  Bernard replied with a beaming smile:
  - I am in overall command - as a man! But I have three female deputies!
  The President remarked with surprise:
  - You are so similar... Sorry, you have your own customs, and we shouldn't interfere with them...
  Bernard blew a ring of smoke from his nostrils, which flew past and turned into a diamond necklace, and said in an ingratiating voice:
  - Magic will give you everything... As our servants, you will live in luxury, as you never dreamed!
  The President choked and coughed, asking:
  - Like servants? I thought we were talking about equal partnership!
  Here Besona answered harshly, the sparkle of the ruby brooch on her head becoming much brighter:
  - You are still backward savages to talk about equal cooperation. Magic on your planet is only in its infancy. The only thing you know how to do is this terrible nuclear weapon, which we just turned into wonderful ice cream. Many of your species are so aggressive that they deserve to bear only a vegetable existence in a greenhouse.
  The President flared with anger and said harshly:
  - No! We do not accept your offer. Please leave our planet as soon as possible!
  Bernard replied calmly:
  - If we came, we won't leave. And you aggressive primates will be civilized, to a safe level!
  Marshal Ovcharov growled:
  - I said that they are aggressors! Strike them with nuclear weapons immediately!
  The President, trying to remain calm, said:
  - Will you leave our world and leave the Earth alone?
  Bernard and the three elves answered in unison:
  - No, cactus! This is already our territory!
  The President said with apparent calm:
  - Then blame yourself! I command - sweep the aliens from our planet!
  Hundreds of nuclear missiles took off from the hangars and rushed towards the elven starships. They resembled a swarm of fierce insects, carrying thermonuclear charges. But then the forest elves released tiny oak leaves. And these leaves rushed, sparkling with light, towards the missiles. No matter how they tried to rotate and move in orbit, each leaf reached its target. And the missiles began to shrink, turning into tiny acorns that hung on the leaves. Then, they lined up in a row, and right in the vacuum, a grove blossomed. It was magical and hung right in the void, demonstrating that miracles happen.
  And the invasion of the earth began. The first to rush into battle were the druid bears. These creatures were initially two meters tall. But as they approached the planet, they grew, turning into Everest. And these bears raised their paws and scattered helicopters or combat attack aircraft trying to attack them. Missiles exploded in the attack aircraft, causing them practically no harm. And the bears energetically, like propeller blades, swung their paws and crushed everyone in a row. When buildings fell under their paws, the druid bears flattened them, crumpled them into accordions.
  They demonstrated their power... And then the elves went on the attack. The forest girls turned into centaurs and threw magic disks that turned tanks into something very beautiful. And the shells did not harm the beauties, turning into cream cakes.
  Where the elves passed, groves with marvelous flowers blossomed. Soldiers from all armies of the world turned into beautiful plants. And the more anger in a person, the brighter and more colorful his petals appeared.
  Light elves were racing on butterflies. Russian fighters were shooting missiles at them, but any weapon was powerless against magic. The deadly charges turned into candies and lollipops with bright wrappers. They were circling in the air.
  The druid bears, after casting a magic spell, acquired rackets and threw planes and helicopters to each other, playing in this manner.
  Dark elves made soldiers turn to stone... Light elves made from weapons what was tasty and appetizing. For example, a fish dived, waving its fins. And the huge modern Russian battleship "Nikolay II" turned into a multi-layered cake. Which looked very appetizing.
  The three-hundred-meter-long cake floated up to the druid bear, who began to devour it with gusto. Smacking his lips, so that cream flowed down his fur. And the people, transformed into biscuit, raisins, pistachios, were digested in the belly of the terrible magical beast.
  Yes, the battles were impressive, especially when butterflies made skyscrapers bloom into petals. Policemen, soldiers, and men in general turned into harmless plants. A special flattering magic completely knocked out any military ardor. And made brave warriors smell like poppies.
  But children too, especially the naughty and evil ones, either became plants or, under the influence of the dark elves, turned into large precious stones.
  Where the school team played rugby, there was a whole scattering of magically created jewels. Of course, it is very pleasant to look at and admire such things. But this was done to living people who were turned into crystals. And this must be admitted to be extremely cruel. But at least they are not suffering.
  The plane that hit the magic jet turns into a butterfly. And the passengers flying in it also became the most beautiful insects, flying away across the sky. Some of them still retained the remnants of reason, and enjoyed the soaring and the contrast of temperatures in the stratosphere. How gorgeous it all looked.
  Butterflies, and on each wing there is a different pattern. And this pattern changes as memories flash by, about a previous human life. Druid bears release magical fire from their mouths, which generates
  Strange transformations. And many things change before our eyes. An attempt to use tactical nuclear weapons leads to the appearance of new fluffy and fragrant chocolates. And numerous elves break off pieces from them.
  One of them picked up a fair-haired boy and gave him a piece of chocolate, cooing:
  - You will be my slave... I will preserve your personality, without turning you into an insect, a plant or a piece of jewelry.
  The elf general nodded affirmatively:
  - Some of the primates will need to be preserved as intelligent servants. But all those who have aggression and malice in their souls must be neutralized! We cannot allow a rebellion against us.
  The elf said confidently:
  - This boy is very kind. Let him become my slave! I will take care of him as my son!
  The general warned the light elf:
  - Earthlings are essentially savages. There is no need to pamper them. And slaves even more so. They should be severely punished!
  The elf nodded, sent a magical wave at the sniper and noted:
  - But animals also need our care. Man is a rather complex animal, and he must be treated with the appropriate tact.
  The general smiled and replied:
  - We will make people happy!
  But the process of driving fortunately turned out to be very specific. The elves turned all aggressive individuals into something valuable. They themselves did not suffer losses. Any weapon, and first of all firearms, turned out to be powerless against the elves and the elves. Each warrior was surrounded by protective magic, which turned shells and bullets into something harmless, and at most capable of smearing.
  A magical civilization that conquered several galaxies demonstrated its superiority over a purely technological one. Special magic was recharged in generators operating on the process of merging quarks and preons. And it heated up to colossal values. Huge sectors were covered by waves that turned everything related to war and aggression into dust. Selective action mag-nuclear bombs were dropped on some cities. And all the evil, or simply carrying any aggression in themselves, people turned into plants from the forest elves, into jewelry from the dark ones, and beautiful insects from the light ones. Many transformations took place.
  Elves attacked both New York and Washington.
  The Americans tried to resist. The newest Gladiator tanks, the pride and joy of Western tank building, were turning into chocolates or honey cakes. It was becoming extremely funny. During the battle, the elves snacked on tanks, and drank fuel or napalm. They laughed merrily.
  Marshal Chasteva peered into a special tray. A diamond-studded pineapple was rolling along it, and a projection of all of New York was shown. Trump was hiding in one of the deep bunkers and trying to lead the US army.
  The leader of America, despite his advanced age, looked youthful, fit, and energetically waved his arms, accompanying each word with a strong curse.
  And how can one not be angry? The enemy was moving like locusts through American cities, and was literally rebuilding all the buildings and skyscrapers in a fanciful elven style. More than ninety percent of the population was turning into something inanimate, or inanimate, or at best a plant or insect. And the army was completely dissolved in magic.
  She became like that, not alive, as if prepared for a children's feast. And this kingdom appeared, where man and his personality as such no longer existed. People were deprived of their fighting part, and ceased to be people, because man is characterized by an admixture of aggression and malice. This is his property.
  Trump, who has raised the US economy to unimaginable heights, pushed China out of Africa economically and achieved hegemony in Latin America, now faces a clear challenge to the Yankee dream.
  Here the Statue of Liberty rose into the air and turned into a naked girl, with a lush chest and a trident in her hands. That's what a beauty she turned out to be, with a weapon. And in her other hand a torch blazed, and the statue began to dance.
  And the skyscrapers jumped up from time to time. They were no longer like themselves, having acquired unique elven forms - of which not one was the same.
  Trump shouted at five-star General Schwarzkoff:
  - Where is our nuclear potential?
  The general replied, stuttering:
  - I don't know, Mr. President...
  Trump growled:
  - What do you mean I don't know! You are the head of the General Staff and you are obliged to know the location of any of our units. But it turns out you don't know this or that!
  The general sighed heavily and replied:
  - But Mr. President, the connection is broken. Cell phones are turning into ice cream before our eyes.
  The US President pulled a gun out of his pocket. And literally roared: instead of a weapon, he had a pack of expensive cookies in his hand. But Trump did not get angry, and grinned, unpacking the bright wrapper with cartoon images. They looked like wonderful elves, and when the President began to tear the wrapper, they squeaked:
  - Be careful! Wild creatures should not show aggression!
  Trump chuckled and remarked:
  - Aggression is like air, sometimes it"s permeable, but without it, it"s impossible to breathe!
  The cartoon elf on the wrapper, squinting her eyes amusingly, replied:
  -War is like playing with marked cards, only the winnings are always sprinkled with tears!
  Trump smiled sincerely and replied to the cartoon:
  - In a card game, cheating is immoral and punishable, in war it is moral and rewarded!
  The cartoon elf said:
  - Don't sit on the skate, don't eat the pie!
  The US President, breaking off a piece of wafer, said:
  - Well, I'll just eat it!
  After chewing and swallowing, Trump said with satisfaction:
  - It's delicious, though! The taste is exotic, but pleasant. Elves cook well!
  The general spoke timidly:
  - You see, Mr. President, we are faced with something unprecedented and unheard of. Something that has happened for the first time.
  Trump said judiciously:
  - Everything in our lives happens for the first time, including birth. But then we get used to it and win.
  Schwarzkoff said arrogantly:
  - Can you, the great genius of economics, tell us how to cope with such a misfortune?
  Trump began to reason out loud:
  - Guns are destroyed by guns, planes by planes or air defense, tanks by tanks or mines... Magic is needed against magic... Here the billionaire froze and, having made a calculation, added. - But if we don't have magic, then a different asymmetrical response is required.
  The general became curious:
  - What kind of asymmetrical response could magic have?
  The President of America responded:
  - The Church has always fought against sorcerers, at least in the Middle Ages. Let it serve in the fight against elven demons!
  After which the fighting boy also began to do something in terms of military strategy.
  In particular, teach the riflemen to fire in ranks, sequentially, so that the enemy is always under attack.
  The boy was fascinated by this. This process was amusing. And at the same time it was useful. Ivan the Terrible's army became more and more combat-ready.
  And Oleg Rybachenko also mastered a new type of weapon: carbon grenades. They were cheap and easy to produce, and they were also ten times more destructive than nitroglycerin. A very practical weapon created by a boy genius.
  Oleg Rybachenko also sang. The boy literally composed on the fly;
  The twenty-first century is the most beautiful of all, believe me,
  It has a laptop and a really cool computer...
  Open progress, you are right in the door to space-
  May the Earth be full of comfort!
  
  And I'm so ready to fight for my Motherland,
  What can you say that Olezhek is just a boy...
  May the pioneer be worthy of his fathers,
  Beat the glorious drum harder!
  
  And for the glory of our holy Motherland,
  If I were to fight bravely with a sword...
  And although I am a boy barefoot in the snow,
  I'm not afraid to run in winter!
  
  Oh, you, my sacred Fatherland,
  Be the closest and dearest to you...
  Communism will become a glorious family,
  And punch fascism in the face!
  
  I am now a pioneer warrior in battle,
  A very brave barefoot boy...
  I will show a fierce example of courage,
  Know yourself as a knight, not a dandelion!
  
  I will sweep away all the fascists at once with my sword,
  I will bravely cut the belt from the machine gun...
  I will make your dream come true,
  We'll take you across the sea, I know!
  
  Who is the bravest pioneer,
  The fascists know this very well...
  The boy destroyed many "Panthers" -
  Turning the Fritzes into parrots!
  
  Stalin has such a big order,
  The pioneers should take up shovels...
  An axe straight into the Nazi's eye,
  They turned Hitler into a clown!
  
  We are all such pioneers, you know,
  That we will bury the fascists dead...
  The Tiger tank crawled through the pitch darkness,
  And we will bury him without pomp!
  
  The Fuhrer was badly beaten near Moscow,
  He didn't even have time to sleep it off...
  Our friendship is a solid monolith -
  Russians have always known how to fight!
  
  There is no way to stop us,
  You can't bring Russians to their knees...
  The Fuhrer will soon turn into a game,
  The great Lenin inspires us to fight!
  
  Let's become very strong pioneers,
  He will raise his country above the stars...
  Why are you baring your teeth, evil sir?
  We protect the greatness of Russia!
  
  There is a Fatherland, I know man,
  His will is stronger than even steel...
  Communism opens the century,
  Dear wise comrade Stalin!
  
  And when we enter Berlin by river,
  The flag, carrying redder than scarlet blood...
  The cherub will spread his wings,
  And there will be no grief on the planet!
  . CHAPTER #16.
  Moreover, it did not occur to the enemy to comb the snow and look for barefoot devils in the snowdrifts. So the warriors, having buried themselves in the snow, sat it out, and the Soviet tanks moved on, developing the breakthrough. Although more than a hundred vehicles were left lying around, broken, twisted,
  as a result of the action of the tiger girls.
  Overall, Soviet troops achieved some success in the first few days and were able to significantly penetrate into enemy formations.
  The Fritzes retreated to Tikhvin itself and tried to gain a foothold in the city. Naturally, houses and residential areas are already a serious defense against the advancing Soviet troops.
  The brave four tiger girls managed to retreat to Tikhvin. But they had to take up submachine guns and defend the city. And for tankers, this is not the most pleasant pastime.
  Charlotte, shooting back at the advancing infantry, sending another red soldier to the next world, said:
  - Well, aren't we monsters... And we still want to get the treasure!
  Tikhvin suffered serious damage even when the city was captured by the Germans.
  Now the Fritzes had saddled up the barricades and were hoping to build an impregnable line of defense.
  Gerda opened fire with single shots - it was necessary to conserve ammunition. The Soviet troops had lost too many tanks, so the infantry went into the attack.
  Of course, there were not enough Soviet-model armored personnel carriers. That's why the soldiers were heading for the slaughter. And they were met by machine guns and automatic weapons. The four shot well and hid deftly in the barricades.
  Gerda, having laid down another Soviet soldier, sang:
  - We need to perform a military feat - otherwise we will have no meaning in living!
  The battle raged throughout the city. And bombs were already raining down from above, especially since the weather had noticeably improved, and the Fritzes had a head start.
  Gerda, in a rage, threw the dagger with her graceful bare fingers and shouted:
  - Our fight will be victorious, there is no other way!
  Charlotte, shooting back no less, added:
  - There is only one victory, but it is a big one!
  Gerda, having cut down several fighters with a short burst, added:
  - But defeat is never a small thing!
  Soviet self-propelled guns shelled Tikhvin, field and siege artillery arrived a little later. The Fritzes strengthened their defense and air pressure. Soviet troops brought in new planes.
  The emergence of the legendary Marseille dramatically changed the balance of power.
  The great ace flew the ME-309, a very powerful machine in terms of armament. And he literally swept away everyone in his path. Even the Soviet army specifically warned that such a monster appeared in the air.
  Marcel himself in no way considered himself an evil, much less a cruel person. He believed that by fighting the Red Army, he was simply fulfilling his sacred duty to his homeland. Moreover, many facts about the atrocities of the fascists were unknown to him. And too much was attributed to the war.
  But here is the first battle of the super-ace after returning. Soviet bombers, attack aircraft and fighters are flying. They clearly want to give a fierce battle to the ground units of the Wehrmacht. But Marseille sees all this and from a distance of five or six kilometers opens fire, and whistles through his nose.
  The Soviet machines and brave aces had not yet really seen the enemy, when their planes began to explode and their wings to fall apart. Marcel fired without aiming, but intuitively. It was as if he knew in advance where each pilot would fly and direct his winged monster. So it turned out that a young man with a child's face was sweeping away winged armadas.
  The New Year, although frosty, turned out to be hot. Soviet troops desperately and persistently attacked, trying to take Tikhvin. The Fritzes stubbornly defended themselves, trying to hold on to the city, where the artery feeding the impregnable Leningrad lay. In addition, the prestige of the German troops was at stake, for whom it was difficult and shameful to give up large cities.
  The weather, as luck would have it, improved and numerous enemy bombers, especially the massive Ju-288, attacked the positions of Soviet troops and bombed communications.
  The Soviet aircraft Yak-9 and Lagg-5 were significantly inferior to the enemy in armament and speed. In particular, the ME-309, like a dragon, knocked out weaker Soviet machines. In addition, the Germans developed the tactics of a double wingman, which allowed them to effectively use their numerical advantage and reduced some of the problems with maneuverability of the tenacious, heavily armed, but heavy German machines of the latest Focke and ME. In addition, jet ME-262s began to appear on the fronts, although this machine is still not entirely technically reliable, as well as a lighter, more maneuverable and cheaper modification of the HE-162. The latter machine was easier to manufacture and technically more reliable than jet Messerschmitts. But its control required fairly highly qualified pilots. Which somewhat devalued such positive qualities of this development as the low weight of the aircraft - only 1.6 tons empty, cheapness and manufacturability of production and the best maneuverability in the world.
  But those German aces who mastered this machine were full of praise. Huffman was especially successful - the number two pilot after the still unattainable Marseille. Having surpassed the result of 300 downed machines, Huffman received the high award of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with oak leaves, swords and diamonds. His tactics of getting as close as possible, and then shooting and flying back - are extremely convenient on the HE-162. So Huffman showed himself to be an outstanding master of close combat. Although Marseille's result of 3117 downed aircraft is still unattainable.
  Moreover, on January 2, 1944, this legendary pilot appeared in the sky, and managed to persuade Hitler, reminding him that the German troops were in a bad way, and that the more powerful German equipment was clearly failing in the snow. So it was necessary to provide air supplies to the encircled Tikhvin, where the German troops had settled, and to bomb all approaches to the city.
  The tiger girls were shooting on the ground, and the super ace was scoring in the sky.
  On the very first day, Marseille made six sorties and shot down more than a hundred Soviet aircraft. However, on January 4, the weather suddenly deteriorated... A snowstorm arose, and Soviet troops went to storm the city.
  The magnificent four terminator girls preferred to fight together - shoulder to shoulder. So uniquely beautiful and deadly. Because of the cold, they were forced to put on camouflage and fight in white.
  The boy ninja Karas also came to the rescue. A fearless child terminator, he was not afraid of the cold and fought in shorts. His only means of warming was camouflage cream, which turned his chocolate-sun-tanned skin white like the snow that continued to fall, covering all the streets. Moreover, he used very thin metal throwing disks and a katana sword in the fight. But, of course, he was also an excellent shot, and with captured weapons. However, the girls did not miss either, using automatic rifles.
  Such weapons are more concentrated than submachine guns, and most importantly, more reliable. However, the MH-44 submachine guns, as a rule, did not let the Germans down. By the third winter, the well-tuned German military machine was ready. In particular, even in a snowstorm, the Focke-Wulf and ME, using heating, managed to inflict painful, albeit limited, stings on the Soviet troops.
  Gerda shot off the cuff, trying not to look in the direction where the Soviet soldiers were falling. Many of the fighters were very young, seventeen or sixteen years old. The infantry was recruited in avalanches, raking up all the resources. Indeed, much was lost.
  But there are plenty of foreigners among the Fritzes. In particular, Sweden, where the Nazis won the recent elections, and this puppet territory is under the control of the Third Reich. Well, two divisions and four brigades from Sweden have already arrived as volunteers. In the country itself, there are rallies and mass marches demanding war. And they carry portraits of Hitler and Charles the Twelfth.
  So Sweden's entry into direct war is a matter of time. Spain and Portugal are already fighting, but they are sending troops much further south. And now in winter they are trying to get somewhere beyond the Caucasus ridge. The Brazilian corps is apparently ready to make a leap into Central Asia, where the Basmachi movement is already flaring up with renewed vigor.
  But these are all details, Vlasov's divisions are also fighting in Tikhvin. These guys fight viciously, realizing that terrible tortures and the inevitable noose await them in captivity. And what about the Germans? Well, it's not all sweetness! They will also have a hard time, many will die in Siberia, but they will not be hanged indiscriminately.
  Gerda, changing the magazine and mowing down soldiers dressed in gray overcoats - the Russians don't have enough camouflage coats for everyone, imagined what might await them if they were captured... And she smiled at the possible sexy, cool adventure. True, it would be worse in Siberia later. How this frost gets to you - flamethrower heat is better. In the desert, they quickly got used to the hot sand and ran around barefoot, but here it didn't work out that way. After a couple of hours in a bikini in the cold, they started shaking and had to warm up in a bathhouse. There, their young men from the elite SS battalion warmed up their bodies with blows of a spruce broom. Well, and not only with a broom, of course - the guys there are select handsome Aryans, just what you need!
  They have already completely lost their former shyness, or maybe, on the contrary, have acquired the relaxedness of a female macho. But now they have to retreat a little - the Soviet infantry, filling the approaches with corpses, have come too close and started throwing grenades.
  It was necessary to break the distance to avoid being caught in the hail of shrapnel.
  Magda received a small cut from a fragment and in response fired eight bullets in three seconds. The Soviet soldiers ran almost without breaking away, only slightly bending down, and the clip found its victims. Christina also discharged eight cartridges. The aggressive red-haired devil expressed herself:
  - We sing a song to the madness of the brave!
  But the Soviet soldiers apparently decided to prove that this is the wisdom of life. The German assault machine gun fires with all its might, but its shots seem to be ignored. Although the soldiers fall, those who survived continue to run and even throw grenades almost point-blank, although this could have been done earlier.
  Karas throws discs very skillfully, cutting down two or three soldiers with one. Then he attacks with his sword, which cuts through machine guns and rifles - easily, like matches!
  The ninja boy is still very young, looks like he's eleven or twelve years old, but he's so fast... They don't have time to hit him or defend themselves. The child was raised and trained from birth, throwing swords at the baby, forcing him to untangle and cut ribbons, dipping him in an ice hole, setting specially trained cats on him. And much more, turning the genetically gifted boy into a real death machine. His mother is a ninja in the twenty-fifth generation, his father is a powerful Siberian sorcerer, and an ideological enemy of the Soviet, "sovok" power. Excellent genetics and training in magic made the boy the best among the ninjas. And naturally, Emperor Hirohito, in order to show the Germans that they are not the coolest supermen, but that there are cool guys in Japan, sent the boy to the German-Soviet front.
  And Karas (the crucian carp fish symbolizes the pride and vitality of the samurai!) turned out to be a worthy warrior.
  Here, for example, he throws a steel disk thinner than a hair with his bare, slightly reddened from many hours of being in the bitter cold fingers. And in his hands he holds two swords at once, to make it easier to cut down dense ranks of enemies. How scary is this child-terminator, that for the first time Soviet soldiers, being defenseless under the blows of swords and launches of disks, retreated, experiencing real fear.
  The girls, having changed the clips, began to shoot even faster, or rather, nowhere faster.
  The infantry corpses piled up in mounds. They almost immediately froze in the cold, and new soldiers climbed up them. That's how they climbed and didn't count the losses. But the ninja entered the battle and again, as if waves of fear were emitted.
  The desperate attack raged for almost a whole day. The Soviet troops, at the cost of enormous losses, occupied a couple of blocks, pushing back the Germans on a number of lines. But weak artillery support - the German aviation had bombed the railways the previous days, depriving them of supplies and causing many casualties among the advancing units, forced them to temporarily halt the infantry's movement.
  Despite all the risks of such tactics, tanks were thrown into the battle. The enemy had to be broken near Tikhvin before the Fritzes, using their superiority in equipment, could unblock the city.
  And in this assault, a rather risky decision was made - to use the IS-2 tank. A vehicle specially designed as a breakthrough tank. Since the powerful gun, due to its low rate of fire and relatively weak accuracy, is poorly suited for fighting enemy tanks, but it can be used to successfully destroy unarmored targets.
  So, even though tanks are suicide bombers in urban conditions, you still need to break through positions, even if only with your forehead.
  The T-34s were the first to move. Relatively light and small vehicles, they raced along a narrow track... Grenades and Molotov cocktails rained down on them from the roofs. Then camouflaged tanks of gasoline and napalm exploded. But heavy losses did not stop the Soviet tankers. They, losing hundreds of vehicles, broke through to the city center, and there entered into a stubborn exchange of blows. Even the effective Faustpatrones, which smashed the T-34s' weak side armor, did not frighten the Soviet soldier.
  Three tank armies were thrown into battle at once. Stalin even decided to abandon the second attack in the direction of Voronezh, for the sake of a decisive victory over Tikhvin and saving the "Cradle of the Revolution". Even if fuel is issued according to a strict limit, for a couple of hours of driving per day - the Caucasian oil is lost, and the development of new deposits requires time and money, human resources of which the Soviet empire, tied up in a war on two fronts, is catastrophically lacking.
  But Tikhvin is the artery of Leningrad and the road of life, and most importantly it is a symbol of the fact that Soviet troops can and know how to defeat numerous and well-armed fascists. So, we will not stand at any cost...
  The IS-2 tank looks impressive - it also resembles a T-34, only the turret is shifted even further forward. Of course, the barrel itself is thick and long, not comparable to the T-34-76, which still dominates the battlefield. No more than a hundred T-34-85s will be produced in January, thanks to titanic efforts.
  The truth is that the vulnerability of the turret's front is striking - it is flat and not very thickly armored.
  Karas, who threw small but very powerful explosive grenades at the tanks, ran up to the girls and suggested:
  - Let's grab an IS-2 and take it for a ride?
  Magda supported the idea:
  - Of course, we'll go for a ride! We've missed the wheelhouse.
  Gerda warned the boy:
  - This tank has four machine guns!
  Karas winked at the girls, noting:
  - That's good. Soon the infantry will attack again, and you'll mow it down!
  Magda nudged the ninja boy:
  - Hurry up, terminator!
  Pink heels flashed like mosquito wings, the karate kid ran faster than an Olympic sprint champion. First, he threw a small lump of smoke bomb-roll at the menacing IS. A reaction flared up, thick smoke poured out. At the same time, black streams diverged in different directions, blinding the machine gunners.
  Having cut down several infantrymen, Karas flew like a boulder fired from a ballista and climbed onto the tower. He hooked the hatch with a special hook and threw back the heavy cover. Then everything was simple - a couple of swings with two swords and five members of the heavy tank crew parted heads. The girls jumped in after him, having thrown off their fur camouflage and found themselves in bikinis again. What is warm in the tank while driving. The 520 horsepower diesel warms up the metal well. And barefoot girls' soles feel the machine itself much better than through special winter boots with ribbed soles made of synthetic rubber. The German quartermaster service took into account the experience of harsh winters and created new ammunition with which feet do not freeze so much in the cold. It's really a disgrace, the Fritzes took felt boots from the local population and put them on themselves. Or wrapped themselves in fur shawls.
  Karas kissed Magda on the lips goodbye and said:
  - Well, a tank is for you! I will fight where I can kill better.
  Gerda kissed the boy's slippery, elastic heel in admiration and said:
  - You are a miracle!
  Christina added:
  - The standard of an Aryan!
  - I know! - said the little rascal and jumped out into the cold with one leap from the half-open hatch... Then the lid fell with a crash... And the girls got the opportunity to fight with the enemy's weapon. And the gun is really powerful. Only the recently appeared Lev-3, or as it was also called the "Royal Lion" with a 128-millimeter gun, is more powerful. But this tank is still at the front in single copies. It was shown to the frenzied Fuhrer during the celebration of November 8. Of course, it is not in production yet. By the way, as is the IS-2, undergoing its first test run.
  So far, even the Soviet tank crews have not fired a single shot from their guns, apparently choosing their target with certainty.
  Christina remarked sarcastically as she turned the mechanism:
  - Oh, this is old stuff... There is no automation here and everything has to be done manually...
  Gerda, who ate the dog in the guidance, noted:
  - And the sight is crappy and the visibility is poor. They are not very good at aiming at the target.
  Magda, touching the gears with her bare foot and turning the box, noticed:
  - And yet, compared to the T-34, there is some progress. In particular, it is easier to change gears. The cabin is a bit cramped, but you can move more or less. The ammunition is really small. Twenty-eight shells...
  Gerda logically noted:
  - It may be enough to shoot at a limited number of pillboxes, but it is clearly not enough for a full-fledged tank battle.
  Charlotte also found something good in the tank:
  - But the machine gun armament is top notch! Four machine guns can provide decent protection. And then I looked at this "Maus" - it only has two "spitting guns" for such a machine...
  Kristina, revving the engine, confirmed:
  - Exactly! Is this armament for such a heavy tank weighing one hundred and eighty tons?
  Magda, like a panther that had brought down a buffalo, roared:
  - It's a laughing matter!
  The diesel engine has a hard time accelerating the tank. It is clear that the IS-2 can still drive on the highway, but off-road its forward-shifted center of gravity will have an effect. But it's okay, for now you can relax and choose a worthy target...
  Magda opened the tank's turret to get a better view of her surroundings.
  Here's another IS-2, it's a good idea to use such tanks more massively. Behind it are three more ISs, but one with a lighter 85-mm gun. By the way, the most dangerous, as it can take a vehicle head-on, and fires faster...
  Magda decided to hit from a distance of two kilometers. She ordered in a minor tone:
  - Shoot precisely at the front of the turret... And... You understand!
  The car stopped, the ride was not smooth, and Gerda, complaining about the poor quality of the optics, which were probably polished by untrained teenagers, aimed the barrel. The girls helped load a shell weighing one and a half poods. The blonde warrior put her cheek to the breech and tried to feel the alien machine. After all, she had never fired from this gun, a model of 1931. Powerful, but morally obsolete, with a pointed shell sensitive to ricochet. In general, the gun, of course, was not planned for tanks. But apparently the anti-tank modification of the 107-mm gun developed in 1940 turned out to be too unreliable and they were forced to abandon it. And here it is necessary to hit a target in conditions of poor visibility from a distance of 2000 meters. And it will be difficult for the enemy to respond, and to hit, but ...
  Gerda kissed the breech of the gun, quickly looked out of the hatch, caught a handful of snow with her tongue, swallowed it, rested her bare heels on the levers and... fired!
  It gave off a stinging sensation in my wrists and calves, and there was a smell of smoke.
  The present flew along a long arc and... The IS-2 that was moving ahead stopped, started smoking, and then the ammunition began to explode...
  Magda answered happily:
  - That's what we gave them! - And logically, or rather illogically confusing the concepts, she added. - It's not the man who paints the weapon, but the weapon that paints the man!
  Gerda growled:
  - Reload!
  And the girls tensed up... Of course, this is not a "Tiger", they have to sweat, but it's more fun this way, especially since a standing tank cools down quickly. Iron is a good conductor after all.
  The second time Gerda fired faster and more confidently. The ISs continued to move, and apparently they had not yet figured out where the guns were firing from. And stopping is not a Russian custom. Since there is an order... And the second shell is already confidently hitting the target...
  Gerda licks her lips and commands:
  - And the third one here...
  With a great delay, the fourth IS-1 opened fire on the move... And strangely enough, it hit, although from such a distance from a moving vehicle it is almost impossible, but the shots decide everything! However, the distance for the 85-mm gun is too great, beyond the penetration limit. But there was a capital thunder in the turret and the front armor sagged. Gerda sent in response the fourth "letter-parcel" weighing one and a half poods... The front of the IS-1 tank split and orange tongues soared high into the sky.
  The girls fight beautifully... They were lucky that day. But the capabilities of the Soviet army are incomparable.
  Despite all the efforts of the Fritzes, on January 13, at the cost of the greatest efforts and colossal losses, Tikhvin was taken... Separate German units tried to break out of the encirclement, but a corridor was being punched towards them - six German divisions at once with select "Lion" tanks, trying to save the heroic defense.
  The ninja boy and four girls made their way in a separate detachment in the style of the Three Musketeers. Namely, where it was not possible to quietly go around with a fight and over corpses. Naturally, the IS-2 had to be abandoned, but along the way, completely unexpectedly, they also came across a rare T-34-85 tank, a machine that should replace the outdated and insufficiently powerful in penetrating power T-34-76 gun.
  The vehicle had a similar hull and chassis, but a larger turret with a long-barreled and thick gun. The gun was slightly inferior in penetrating power to the Panther, both due to the lower muzzle velocity of the projectile and the quality of the ammunition. But still, the difference did not seem overwhelming, as with the 76-millimeter gun.
  For a regular Tiger it is already dangerous, for the Lion it is not yet - so 100 - millimeters are inclined. Although at a certain angle there was a chance. Or in the lower part of the hull, but also the track shields.
  The tank was boarded and cleared of its crew. Of course, there was blood splattered inside. The vehicle itself was brand new, but the ammunition was modest - only 35 shells. The cabin was not very spacious, but better than the old T-34.
  Gerda noticed:
  - And there is a commander's tower here. This means that we have a strong competitor. Now the Russians will not be so blind.
  Magda grinned sarcastically and noted:
  - And the Russians were shooting pretty well anyway, even if with worse visibility. Besides, the turret became bigger and easier to hit!
  Gerda laughed loudly at this:
  - Well, yes! This is the biggest problem for our tankers and, probably, the crowning advantage of this tank! Try and hit it!
  Charlotte sang:
  - One, two, five! The "Tiger" came out to shoot!
  Christina picked up:
  - Towards T-4, legs higher, arms wider!
  And so they rushed off on a tank that moved more easily than the IS... Gerda remembered how they pounded the Soviet infantry with four machine guns. They mowed down a decent amount, and the Russians didn't even realize where such a misfortune had fallen on them from. But then, having set off, they went on the attack, throwing grenades... A couple of them, despite the decent distance, flew in and exploded on the turret. Of course, for the 100 and 90 mm armor of the IS, this is like a pellet to an elephant, but it makes an unpleasant hum. And the tracks can be cut.
  So, we had to start the engine and retreat. And then we ran out of ammo. They mowed down more than a hundred red soldiers.
  Gerda was amazed by such contempt for death among Soviet people. The Arabs with their promises of harems and pearl palaces had nothing like such selflessness. And yet they are atheists - people who do not believe in the afterlife and fairy tales about paradise gardens. And what motivates them to fight so stubbornly when the outcome of the war is already predetermined and this is nothing more than the rage of the doomed?
  This is incredibly difficult to understand and comprehend.
  Although, of course, there are quite a few traitors among the Russians. Vlasov's "Liberation Army" formed six divisions and nine separate brigades in the six months of its existence. Although, of course, it is clear that being a Wehrmacht soldier is easier than toiling fifteen to sixteen hours at a machine tool for much worse rations, but still... For some reason, you don't see German divisions of former prisoners of war on the front lines...
  Although, by the way, there are few Germans in captivity, and Soviets... It seems already more than six and a half million. Maybe not so many Vlasovites, although many prisoners were distributed among national divisions and legions controlled by the SS. In addition, some Russians were sent to the formations of nobles and monarchists.
  But in any case, they managed to take Tikhvin, despite the improving weather and massive bombing. Although they paid an incredible price.
  Gerda received the order and fired at the T-34 from a lighter weight category. The rate of fire of the gun is higher, so you can feel more confident. Once, then a second, and finally a third tank to the scrapyard...
  You have to be careful. Otherwise, they'll be swatted here. Only the frontal armor of the turret has become stronger and thicker, but otherwise it's almost the same format. The hull is especially vulnerable. And there are skilled Russian tankers. However, a weakling won't be put behind such a rare tank as the IS-2 or IS-1. And the T-34s of the usual format can be with ordinary soldiers. Through the slit in the commander's turret, they look like the muzzles of horses, with a mustache and a barrel. It's even somehow inconvenient to make an aimed shot at such beauties.
  This time Karas is in the tower with the girls, he got out to serve as their guide and can't leave the girls in the cauldron. However, Magda logically noted:
  - We can leave like this, without shooting or provoking...
  Crucian carp, twisting his face like a child, said tearfully:
  - No - without shooting, it won"t be interesting!
  Magda nevertheless warned the girls:
  - Open fire to kill only when there are no more than three or four vehicles. We must definitely bring this new tank intact to our units.
  Gerda agreed:
  - This new item is not among the trophies yet, which means it will still be useful to us.
  The Tiger Girls continued their hunt with moderate enthusiasm. They weren't very successful, but they did manage to score another seven tanks and five trucks. They even had to fight outside the vehicle once to get fuel for refueling.
  In short, four mischievous pranksters got out of the cauldron and almost died from the fire of their own artillery. Only a flag with a spider swastika raised in time saved them.
  Now they are crossing the trench and there are even a couple of bouquets of paper flowers that are handed to the female warriors-heroines.
  Oleg Rybachenko, tired of watching this mocking film, yelled:
  - Why do you keep showing me these damned bitches? How long can I watch the murder of Russian people!
  . CHAPTER #17.
  Zoya Nikolayevich woke up again. And first she did some push-ups. Then she put the girl on her shoulders and did squats with her. After that she jumped a little. Then she did some pull-ups on the bar. And then she went to the bathhouse, steamed herself with a birch broom. After that she took and drank some rum again, and snored, and dreamed of such a wonderful and cool adventure.
  Rostov was occupied after a short battle. The main forces of the invaders left the city for battle in the field, and many local forces sought to get rid of the presence of the Poles. The few remaining supporters of the "tsar" did not have time to close the gates and block the entrances.
  The city itself was quite large by medieval standards, with an abundance of stone statues and large churches. The streets, however, are winding, and entire blocks on the outskirts consist of poor huts.
  It was even a bit awkward: a marble pavement, and on it a cow dung covered in flies was "showing off". However, the priests almost immediately held a prayer service, and numerous children began to clean up the city for the high-ranking Russian guests.
  The surrendered Russian archers were again sworn in allegiance to Tsar Vasily IV Shuisky and his great commander Mikhail.
  However, Alexei also enjoyed general respect. The fame of his genius and unsurpassed mastery of swords spread like a tornado.
  Sotnikov, however, did not even stay overnight in Rostov, but, having gathered the cavalry that had arrived, moved on Suzdal. With the fall of this city, it was possible, without fear of Sapieha, to rush to Moscow, lifting the blockade of the city before the onset of cold weather.
  Shuisky's infantry occupied Alexandrova Sloboda without a fight and was joined by the army of Fyodor Sheremetyev.
  Alexei, however, sought to implement Suvorov's principle, to develop success before the enemy set off. The reinforcements that the Polish king was going to send from Smolensk were still quite far away.
  Alena, jumping with her chosen one, expressed her agreement with this tactic:
  - This is how we will beat the enemy, not giving him a break. A kind of movement like the rings of a boa constrictor!
  Alexey confirmed:
  - Maximum speed, and not a second's pause!
  The major who had traveled to another place really wanted to hear the rest of the story from his partner, but the pre-retirement age girl was silent. Then, for some reason, he remembered his distant childhood. A trip to Abkhazia, not yet engulfed in civil war, but already alarmed by the growing unrest that had engulfed the USSR... Alexey was born in the year of the Olympics, and of course he could not personally remember Brezhnev. But Gorbachev was remembered forever. And the first conscious years, when it was still childhood, but you could already think and analyze, fell on the times of perestroika, which after the initial high hopes grew into something comparable to the troubled times of the early seventeenth century. Of course, maybe the bloodshed was not as abundant then as during the intervention, although in some places riots were already boiling, and in some places real wars were brewing.
  While Alexey was still a boy, who would turn ten in October, he was vacationing in the city of Sukhumi during the penultimate year of the USSR"s existence.
  Even then, Sotnikov was into the romantic gangster scene - it was quickly becoming fashionable. And although, as a natural athlete, he wasn't drawn to joints and the like, he really wanted to play pranks or steal something. And there were quite a few rich people from all over the USSR.
  The cooperative movement was experiencing a dawn - the government had become much more liberal and the golden times were coming for smart people. Sotnikov was even surprised, why so many people wanted to separate from the country, in which everything was now allowed, at least what could be done in all civilized countries, no one prevented, to do in the USSR. And it is strange, why people who were quite satisfied with the unfree, even, perhaps, totalitarian USSR wanted to leave the country, in which it is possible to realize the richest opportunities. However, there is a certain paradox in people's thinking: for example, not entirely rationally explainable love for the first Russian president, then replaced by quite understandable fierce hatred.
  In any case, Alexey, then still a boy, immediately decided to head to one of the local teenage gangs to have some fun. The stranger was met with caution, although Russian boys make up at least half of the hooligan pack. They asked him a few questions and suggested a fight. The latter proposal caused Alexey to be overjoyed, and he readily agreed.
  Naturally, against a boy who was both ten and of normal height, they put a bully - about fourteen years old, almost six feet tall. Like, we'll show the brat where the crayfish hibernate. Alexey, who had been training since infancy, felt no fear - even though the weight categories were different. He took a classic stance, checked the slipperiness of the gravel with his bare sole (of course, a boy wouldn't wear shoes in the hot south, at least one like Leshka-Udar. Yes, that's what they called him in childhood, for his love of solving all problems with a fight!) The weight of the gravel was too slippery. Everything was calculated, we could begin.
  The opponent attacked, waving his fists, and Alexey, diving like a fish under the swing, hit him in the solar plexus first. Made him gasp for air. He landed a deuce in the face, aiming under the eyes. The bruises filled up beautifully. The opponent straightened up and roared, rushing... But technique and speed beat the mass, especially if the opponent is not trained in martial arts. Alexey allowed him to attack again and smashed his nose with his elbow. Blood flowed abundantly from the counter-punch. Of course, you can disable the hapless guy with visas, but Alexey liked to hit him, and a boxing trio followed - two left jabs and a right cross. Then more kicks... To the body, the enemy bent over and then in the face! So that a couple of teeth flew out, and the cheekbone swelled.
  Alexey then beat his opponent hard and stepped on his face with one foot and raised the other up, like a karateka stretching while holding a smoking cigarette with his bare toes. After which he said:
  - Papirosa is the most deadly killer, who gives the customer the worst blows!
  And deftly snapping his toes, the boy-punch sent the cigarette into the mouth of the statuette of a snake wrapped around Hercules (in Sukhoi there are many different statues, even from pre-revolutionary times, in the nineties they were already very much abandoned in the complexes, teenage gangs hang out!) and laughed.
  No, Sotnikov tried a joint out of curiosity, but didn"t feel anything; he simply spat out the bitterness and declared that drugs were an abomination and a path to the grave.
  In the gang, however, it turned out, it is not as romantic as the imagination painted. In the Caucasus, locals, with the exception of isolated cases, cannot be robbed or beaten. Visitors are allowed, but without unnecessary noise, so as not to scare off guests. In reality, there is almost nothing like in the movie about robbers - they punctured a tire and robbed the car. Strict rules, no lawlessness. And the union has not broken up and the mentality in the resort Abkhazia is somewhat different.
  Taking a wallet out of a pocket is not forbidden, but again, all zones are divided, "Varangians" are not allowed into foreign territories by "pickpockets". And Alexey did not really want to master the craft of a pickpocket. Although the old thief said that Sotnikov with his phenomenal reaction, coordination and speed has an excellent chance to steal a thousand times and never get caught.
  Alexey was interested in everything, curious, and his nature was boiling. In short, he decided to commit his first apartment burglary. And of course, he didn"t tell anyone about it. Because this is also regulated! Even wild Caucasian teenagers obey their elders, and therefore Sukhumi is much safer than, for example, Moscow or Rostov-on-Don.
  In general, it was a very unusual time: when old dogmas were collapsing, and new ones did not yet exist, and the concepts of what is good and what is bad were very mixed up. If, for example, the party and Lenin are already bad, then why should we consider that the criminal code is also right?
  Alexey, however, of course, did not have any antimony with himself back then. He wanted to show that he could not only fight and run well, but also clean out an apartment. And this was the excitement of an athlete taking another hurdle. And money? At his age, their value is not yet fully understood. And fear? Well, Alexey generally believed that there was nothing to be afraid of - they could not put him in jail, or even send him to a special school. He was not afraid of beatings. There was only one fear - that they would kick him out of the Olympic reserve school ... Well, this is for the best, if there is something to lose, then there is no reason to relax. It is like walking on a tightrope over an abyss.
  Sotnikov remembered it well. In Sukhumi in the summer the sun sets a little earlier than in Moscow, and it is already August. The night is warm, the sea is right next door - very good. Alexey tried to walk so that there would be more sharp stones under his feet - they pleasantly prick the rough soles, and add to the already gushing stream of energy. And here is the goal - the Laguna Hotel. Since there are only visitors, then okay, he will cope. Alexey's plan is the simplest, while it is still hot, you can sneak in through the window, take a little valuable and go back. He, small, light, will cope.
  The most difficult problem is a dog on a wire. It covers the hotel building, which overlooks the mountains and forest. And on the other side are the guards and the police. But there are not many of them. So, you need to deceive the dog, which is capable of raising a bark at night. And then on the tiles, and using it to climb up the wall and climb into the windows is much easier.
  At first, Alexey thought about feeding the dog. As is usually done in movies. But then a well-founded doubt arose - probably many people try to feed the dog at the resort. And that means he is trained not to take other people's food from your hands. In this case, it won't work that easily. Then Alexey decided to act even more insidiously and at the same time more simply.
  The guard dog is quite large - a Caucasian Shepherd. When he saw an ordinary tanned boy in shorts, he didn't bark. This is not a robber, but just some vacationer hanging around. Why wake people up?
  Alexey held out some cheap liver sausage, calling the dog:
  - Sweet little shepherd. Well, try some doctor's sausage.
  The dog began to purr reluctantly, and Sotnikov, who was then a boy, approached the dog, who was slightly taller than him, even in the head, and began to stroke him carefully. So close to the neck... And then Alexey unexpectedly slapped the dog, sticking a needle with curare poison into the artery.
  How did he manage to get such poison? Quite simply. In Sukhumi, one of the means of entertaining clients was fights without rules. Moreover, they were held underground even before the Revolution. Well, by the nineties they were already legalized. Boys were also allowed to fight among themselves for a certain fee, plus the opportunity to earn money on bets. Well, how could Alexey miss such a thing, given his abilities? Especially since at first his manager was skeptical about the boy, saying that he was too small and it would be difficult to find a fighter of similar height and weight.
  Alexey, laughing contemptuously, shouted that he didn't give a damn, even if the "wardrobe" was as tall as Manhattan. They were about to send him away, but the guys unanimously confirmed - Leshka-Udar is an excellent fighter.
  Sotnikov already had experience in fights and was not at all worried. The first opponent was a dark-skinned boy of about twelve years old with strong shoulders. The Caucasian boy looked at the fair-haired opponent with sympathy, but rushed into the attack with passion. Although Alexey was shorter and smaller in weight, his class was a couple of orders of magnitude higher. A kick to the counter - the opponent managed to block a banal lunge at the groin, but did not keep track of the fist, receiving a jab in the nose. Alexey could have knocked him out right away with a blow to the temple, but decided to work for the crowd. Let there be a spectacle. The opponent had an idea of a fight, apparently he was engaged in a section, swung his leg, but he was not a master.
  Alexey knocked him down with a low kick. Then he punched him in the head a couple dozen times, adding bruises and bumps.
  When the end of the first round thundered, the heavily battered opponent crawled to his corner. And he didn't come out - the trainer, seeing his helplessness, threw in the towel.
  Well, Alexey was given a hundred dollar bill. Now, of course, it's a laughable fee, but at that time, it was... Sotnikov couldn't remember the exact exchange rate on that date. But it seemed like he exchanged a dollar for twenty-five rubles. And then the boys said that he was "cheated". But two and a half thousand rubles for five minutes of "dancing" at a time when public transport cost only 5 (!) kopecks, that looked pretty cool!
  After this, Alexey had two more fights - more than three fights per evening are not allowed according to the rules of this organization.
  The second opponent was similar in build to the first, but lighter, apparently from Ukraine. And, it seems, more technical - a good stance and boxing technique.
  Alexey even missed a glancing blow to the face, but this small bruise only angered him. A blow to the knee and a knockout in the temporal lobe with a twist.
  The third opponent was already bigger, even a beard was starting to grow. And quite strong and experienced - the local champion among juniors.
  Alexey also received a hundred dollars for winning the second fight, plus a bet, although due to the excellent impression from the second fight he received only thirty bucks in winnings.
  But, it must be said, the local mafia is relatively honest. Alexey was warned that his opponent was about a black belt and could cripple the kid. Sotnikov asked how much he would get for winning.
  They told him - a thousand bucks... The sum of the price of two Volga cars. Although of course only a big boss could get a Volga for fifteen thousand in the nineties. But still - it's money. Plus the opportunity to add on the bet.
  And Alexey agreed to fight, with a fighter more than twice as heavy as he is and, what is important, a relatively experienced and technical champion. Who also did martial arts from an early age and has a very powerful punch.
  The leader of the gang that Alexey hung out with warned him, frowning terribly:
  - Salman with the nickname "Cobra" is very dangerous. He has only lost to adult fighters and is well prepared.
  Alexey asked with an innocent smile:
  - And that he is a master?
  The leader of the youngsters nodded:
  - Yes, a master of sports in boxing and a black belt in karate. Plus, the champion of the eastern, Black Sea coast among minors. I wouldn't risk fighting him either - he'd definitely cripple me!
  Alexey only got angry at this:
  - All the more so, I am obliged to punish such a nasty radish!
  The leader remarked with a smile:
  - You're a real torpedo, but... You're still too young for a fight like this with a fighter like that. Better refuse and grow up. Make money on the average guys!
  Alexey decisively shook his blond head:
  - No! I want serious business!
  The guys unanimously wished Leshka-Udar good luck.
  According to the rules, the title challenger comes out first, and the champion comes out second. Alexey put all his money - two hundred and thirty dollars - on himself. As they say, the winner takes it all, and the loser cries. He wanted an adventure, like in American action movies: when a good guy comes out, usually much smaller than the big villain. After which there is a dramatic fight, and the little hero defeats the big guy.
  The third time, the audience already knows him well; there are many children sitting in the front rows. They greet him with applause and even reach out to shake his hand. By the way, even during his first appearance, Alexey was not booed: maybe his beautiful, sculpted muscles made a favorable impression on everyone. Or the crowd always sympathizes with a smaller fighter.
  But now people have really come to love him.
  Alexey, turning on his toe, quickly swung his leg over his head, demonstrating a filigree technique. At the same time, he also spun like a ramrod.
  And again applause and shouts. Of course, there will be whistles. Someone shouted:
  - Go to kindergarten and show me these things there!
  Alexey answered harshly:
  - Maybe you could come out and show me the technique?
  The neighbors whistled and hissed in response. By the way, the crowd there was rich. Look at how many shiny things were hung on the women. It was hard to believe that they were wearing real jewelry, not colorful glass. Alexey remembered how, when he was little, he played with Czech glass, and such a kaleidoscope of colors was obtained that, probably, it would be better than natural diamonds. There sits, probably from America, a guest in a tailcoat and top hat. In his golden, unnaturally large teeth - a huge cigar, like a banana. With him there are a couple of pumped-up black guards. And here are several Arabs in turbans, and their headdresses are in emeralds, and on top are ostrich feathers.
  Some women even wink indecently, and men grin. But peers behave better than anyone: they smile and encourage. Some actually show their biceps. Alexey doesn't have much mass, when he squeezes his arm he gets a hard triangle. And then you can shout to the boys:
  - Victory awaits those who are not assholes, more than that - barking is nothing!
  And here, finally, menacing music was heard under heavy rock. Of course, a champion should make a show out of his entrance. Well, Alexey is still only a contender, and has not yet managed to recreate musical accompaniment for himself. But he will think of something. He may even take some from Tsoi - or "Corrosion of Metal".
  But what kind of song? Or better yet, compose it yourself?
  The first to come out are the mummers with the faces of mountain leopards. These are masks, of course, but they are made realistically. Then comes the champion himself. A very muscular young man, a healthy fellow of about ninety kilograms - even scary. His face is adult, his gaze is hard, truly a cobra. True, only a light fuzz is breaking through on his chin - it is clear that he is still a young man who has not reached the peak of his form and glory.
  And who was in front of him? A boy weighing a little over thirty kilograms. And Alexey suddenly felt an unpleasant sucking sensation in the pit of his stomach. His confidence slightly diminished. For the first time, he had a truly strong opponent in front of him, and he was almost an adult. And who did he fight in the section or at semi-official competitions? With the same youngsters as himself or a little bigger. No, many guys are also strong - the selection for the Olympic Reserve School is made up of genetically gifted children, who are gathered from all over the country. That is why he was so confident in single combat with local hooligans. Alexey did not lose in competitions among youngsters and was considered the pride of the school. He was predicted to have a great career and Olympic gold - if the boy wanted to focus on boxing, for example. Or maybe Alexey had a real chance to succeed in gymnastics or in figure skating. His coaches also tried to persuade him about the latter - especially since in boxing you can"t win more than one medal in one game, but in figure skating or swimming you can win several.
  But Alexey was most drawn to the most brutal form of martial arts - Thai boxing. But it was not yet included in the Olympic program. So Sotnikov did not train and compete systematically. Although different types of kickboxing were already actively becoming fashionable.
  But here the opponent is both big and technical - Alexey immediately understood this by the way Salman moves and jumps over the rope. Their ring is standard like in boxing or even a little more, but usually transparent armor is omitted in such fights. The cage is not quoted - it can interfere with the audience's view.
  Alexey, seeing the transparent aquarium descend, felt his jitters intensify. After all, now they could do anything to him - even kill him. And in his competition, you don't risk anything more than a bruise.
  Sotnikov was not yet so hardened by battles and deaths, and Salman's burning gaze made him retreat and hide his eyes. The enemy's facial features resembled those of a Chechen, but he was too dark, almost black, and this made him akin to an Arab.
  "Cobra" looked at Alexey like a mistress at a cockroach and spat contemptuously in his direction. The boy reflexively dodged with a deft movement of his body. Here Salman softened his gaze a little and muttered:
  - We thought our enemy would be bigger!
  Alexey stuck out his tongue and said:
  - Small, but mighty!
  Cobra ran the edge of his palm across his throat and hissed:
  - You are a dead man, and it is good that the coffin for you will be made small.
  Oddly enough, the threat finally killed the fear. Apparently Sotnikov, even though he was a boy, realized that if they were intimidating him, it meant they were real strongmen, they wanted an additional trump card. And would a serious fighter intimidate an opponent who was much younger and lighter in weight?
  Alexey sarcastically jabbed:
  - The big turkey is puffing himself up so that his feathers hide his belly!
  The cobra's eyes flashed and, without waiting for the horn, he rushed into the attack. In principle, the rules sometimes allowed the fight to begin earlier. To make it more dramatic. Alexey expected something like this, and dodging a sweeping kick that would probably kill a bull if it hit, he kicked him under the knee with his heel. The blow was accurate, but it hit a seasoned opponent. Salman felt pain, but hardly staggered. He only furrowed his brows even more and attacked. The lighter Alexey may not have a large punching mass, but he is still faster, and his light weight reduces inertia. So let the black belt throw out his own - swings, hooks, low kicks.
  Alexey, trying to stay close to the enemy, dodged and punched himself. He tried to punch him in the solar plexus, but the experienced fighter shifted, and his fist landed in a strong press.
  Then a wave of his hand threw the boy away. However, Alexey immediately jumped to his feet and managed to dodge the menacing blow in a jump. Moreover, he even responded, hitting him in the kidney, and then missed him in the chest. The blow was good, Alexey was thrown onto his back, and the knuckles were imprinted on his muscles blue.
  The gladiator boy did a somersault during another attack and hit him in the nose from below, catching him in the oncoming movement when Kobra himself tried to hit him in the back. But Alexey turned his body and the enemy's fist slipped. The little heel landed well, the blow that broke bricks made the cartilage burst.
  The trained and stuffed nose gave in and blood started to flow. And the audience, seeing that the champion was wounded, exploded with stormy applause. Cobra got furious, the fact that some brat had let out a snotty mouthful made him very angry, and his kidney hurt. The opponent, although light, punches with great speed and his blows therefore have a great destructive effect.
  Alexey's opponent threw out series, expecting that he would definitely get there. But the boy is very good in terms of reaction and trained with the current when he was little. He avoided predictable series and punched himself... To the liver, though somewhat sliding, to the groin... But then the opponent reflexively partially blocked - although he felt pain.
  Then Alexey jumped back in transparent armor. Kobra loaded... and hit the armored glass... It trembled, a dull ringing sound was heard. But designed to withstand a hit from a large-caliber machine gun, it withstood the blow of eighty-nine kilograms of steel muscles. And Alexey hit the Caucasian's already wounded kidney even harder with his shin.
  He groaned in pain and jerked again. The blood was hot, and the opponent was a child. Even with such experience you'd lose your head here. And what can you expect from a young man.
  Alexey dodged, but still missed the glancing blow to the shoulder. Not dangerous, but added bruises - blows, of course, are deadly. If it hits right, then bones can crunch. True, Sotnikov's skeleton is strong, better than that of ordinary boys. But still, it is better not to stand under the bombardment.
  The gong sounds to end the first five minutes, but of course Cobra ignores them. The referee, sensing from experience that he will get it too, also does not interfere. The crowd also does not want a break and roars.
  The kids are all cheering for Alexey, but the older ones are divided. Russians and Europeans are for the fair boy - Asia and America are for the dark champion. It seems that soon the spectators themselves will start attacking each other.
  Such passions are boiling - a living volcano!
  Alexey punched towards him several times, but he couldn't hit the pain point or the nerve knot because of the high speed of his movement. Although sharp blows, especially towards him, didn't pass without a trace. They fought, of course, without gloves and without even wrapping their hands. Kobra suddenly wanted to take advantage of this, suddenly grabbing Alexey by the shoulder. The boy received a blow to the face, but managed to soften it with a nod of his flexible neck, and immediately responded with his fingers in the eyes. This is a technique prohibited in regular competitions, but here there are fights without rules. And Alexey simply did as he saw in the movies. His fingers are strong, and his eyes are not covered by armor.
  Cobra screamed and released Alexei. Then the boy again carried out a well-practiced blow of the knees, reinforced bending of the press in the groin. Cobra, who saw very dimly this time, did not have time to block the elusive movement.
  So the shock was painful and the hands dropped reflexively. Alexey, twisting his body, hit the already bruised nose with his elbow. Made the opponent jerk, throwing his head back. The throat opened and a well-practiced blow with a half-bent fist to the carotid artery followed.
  His father taught him specifically for street fights, when you need to knock out your opponent at any cost. If you hit it right, then not a single, even the most resilient fighter, will be able to withstand the hit. Knockout guaranteed!
  Cobra froze, his stomach sank from the tension. Alexey, who had a bruise forming under his eye, began to throw a series of punches at Salman's face in rage. But this was already too much. The local champion's eyes went cross-eyed and he fell limply onto the ring surface like a deflated balloon.
  Victory!
  Alexey jumped up, doing a double somersault, turning over in the air. Then he dipped his foot in the blood, leaving a trace of a child's bare foot on the Caucasian's muscular back. A kind of sign - I defeated you, and now I trample the defeated. The transparent, armored covering began to rise, and the beaten champion was quickly loaded onto a stretcher. An oxygen apparatus was connected on the move, since the pulse after the blow to the carotid artery was barely palpable.
  Alexey crossed himself when they carried the beaten champion away and accepted a real laurel wreath around his neck. More precisely, the wreath turned out to be so big that he had to hold it with his arms outstretched.
  Alexey himself received several bruises, including one rather large one under his eye, but overall he was not seriously injured. Moreover, the man is decorated with beatings.
  But the most interesting thing was the award ceremony - a thousand dollars in prize money and a little over two thousand in winnings from the betting. The odds were almost one to ten in favor of the opponent. Alexey even thought that it could have been more, if not for his convincing victories in the first two fights. But still, you have three thousand four hundred bucks - a sum for 1990, and in the hands of a child, it's simply crazy.
  Alexey immediately exchanged one hundred and, according to custom, treated his new comrades from the gang. Well, how can you break the custom and refuse to have a sabantuy? Shashlik, wine, and even girls... A hundred dollars was not enough and he had to exchange another two hundred, and then another hundred. But they had a great time. Alexey himself did not drink anyway - except for the ritual cup, without which, according to custom, he cannot do anything, and it was too early for him with girls. It turned out to be someone else's holiday.
  Alexey couldn't decide yet what to do with the remaining three thousand. He simply hid it in the lion's mouth. The hiding place wasn't the most reliable, but taking the money to the bank himself was risky: where did the kid get so many bucks from? True, the mafia could help.
  Another option is to give the money to your parents. Your father is not a poor man, he is an international trainer, and there is a huge demand for martial arts. So, if he puts the money into his account in Moscow, it will not raise suspicions. And what if your parents themselves ask where you got it from? You can tell the truth. Their family is not too puritanical: their mother has a criminal record, their father is friendly and has trained many criminal authorities. They are more likely to praise you for such earnings than to scold you.
  But Alexey wanted to keep the money for himself. A completely understandable desire for any boy. And he hadn"t decided yet what exactly to buy. Maybe he could earn some more money and then buy, for example, his own steamship?
  In general, there was no need to climb into the hotel room. Moreover, he was offered big money for new fights, now as a champion. But really, why do billionaires steal sandwiches from the supermarket, and policemen engage in robbery? Sotnikov the boy wanted something new... Now Alexey understands that stealing is not good, although... It depends on who. Sotnikov, for example, is not against a redistribution in the style of Robin Hood - although he himself is far from poor, albeit in debt. And then in general... In short, having paralyzed the dog, Alexey began to climb, using his fingers and toes on the cornices.
  This is exactly the case when you are even glad of your small height and weight. You move like a kitten. He has chosen rooms like Lux, he wanted a richer prey. At the same time, it is easier to calm his conscience - part of the money in the style of Robin Hood will go to real beggars, of which there are more and more every year.
  Some of the windows were still lit up - of course the holidaymakers were having fun - they didn't have to go to work in the morning. Alexey had already chosen a target for himself and was about to carefully crawl through the open window. The telephone with the antenna was shining gold all the more temptingly, when suddenly his attention was drawn to a conversation in the next room.
  . CHAPTER #18.
  Oleg Rybachenko also got tired and the barefoot cabin boy saw a wonderful and cool dream:
  Barefoot Mirabella Magnetic floated along the current of the new universe and soared in a tornado of madness. And her thoughts were like this... Unsure, as if she were not a warrior beyond all measure, but a visiting slut.
  "Maybe these are deathbed hallucinations, and even retrograde ones? Although what kind of hallucinations could there be in this situation?" The girl sucked in her suddenly collapsed stomach. She should have been flattened on the ground by such a huge bomb, only a damp spot remained. With such simple decorations as drops of blood.
  - Izaura! - A voice, harmonious as a melody, arose behind her. - Faster, like a photon in a theoblaster!
  What? Half-naked Mirabella turned around. Some men were running towards her, one of whom was shining like a firefly, another was sending out fireworks like sparks, and the rest were actively waving their hands, beckoning her to come to them.
  "To these guys? You're welcome!" - the subconscious was indignant. The men looked like ragamuffins, dirty, with scary and completely unprepossessing faces.
  The beautiful Mirabella fell, but rose to her feet again and turned around, thinking where to hide from them and suddenly saw in front of her those who had recently been on the stage above the arena and, without thinking twice, rushed to the handsome man who was standing on the right.
  - Gentleman, give a lady a helping hand!
  Silent, the big guy, just like Innokenty in Ivan Vasilyevich. She ran up and hid behind his back. But in another second, someone else grabbed the barefoot girl by the hair and jerked her down, dropping her to her knees.
  - Izaura, what are you doing? Come here in one fell swoop! We'll take off the amulet! - The dubious individuals continued to hysterically yell and fight off the pack that attacked them. Sparks even flew from the swords, and there was a smell of ozone.
  And what gang is this, well, let it be the organizers of this nightmare, since who these people were, who stood on the stage above the arena, is unknown. But they fought back (it was not for nothing that Suvorov said - hit, and do not fight back!) unimportantly, and after only a few seconds they were thrown into the dust. Without pity, which, however, is impossible to meet on the lists. Mirabella tried to unhook the man's hairy hand from herself and look at the strange and not very long fight, but apart from the fact that the opponents were eliminated without any particular problems, she saw nothing.
  - Well, let go, it's not healthy when they paw you like that! - She was seriously indignant and once again tried to push away the insolent stronger sex.
  - Sit still, infidel, or I'll take you apart myself! - He growled like a ferocious grizzly in response.
  Take apart for spare parts! What does that mean? Execute? For what?!
  The situation became more and more confusing and incomprehensible as the Ivanushka-Durachok puzzle. Having dealt with the violators who had raised the wall into the air, the men with the orangutan bodies turned their attention to the half-naked girl, and she didn't even have the opportunity to raise her head to look at them.
  - Are you going to remain silent, or maybe someone will explain to me what is going on here? - Mirabela hissed shrilly like a ferocious cobra, writhing her slender but muscular figure. - Who are you, bandits from Ninth Avenue? - The warrior, who had become black-haired or changed her red hair color to raven, did not lose her courage. - Tell me, for what practical purpose are you holding me? Do you need big money? Great Stalin will not pay you a penny for me!
  She tried to speak as if she had everyone at gunpoint. She was deliberately confident, but her voice was treacherously breaking, and her tongue was about to fall out of her mouth.
  - Comrade Stalin? The leader of all times and peoples. - One of the men was seriously surprised. - Izaura, you have fooled both us and the people for long enough. - And for persuasiveness he ran the edge of his hairy palm across his throat. - Now you will go to the underworld, where the devils have stockpiled trains for the boiler.
  - My name is Mirabella! - She suddenly screamed, for some unknown reason, stamping her large, but still attractive feet. - Mirabella the Magnetic! I have mastered the techniques of obtaining gold from lead, and plutonium from iron ore. And therefore, and ... - The voice of the barefoot siren-time traveler became piercing, as if drilling into eardrums. I am one of the richest people in the universe!
  Having given out a portion of desperate, grotesque-looking bluff, she fell silent. And she slammed a heavy, unwomanly fist into the groin of the man who was holding her down, forcing her to sit down. She added a bare foot to the back of his head, only slightly holding back the blow. She grinned maliciously:
  - I don't know what kind of sophisticated revenge Adolf Hitler came up with and how much he paid you for it, the warrior and sorceress of fortune will double this amount, and for my death you will not receive a dime. All my assets have been transferred to Stalin, the ruler of all galaxies. Whatever that smug cretin Fuhrer from the test tube thinks, he will receive nothing after my annihilation.
  - What kind of joke is this? - One of the men asked, blinking. When Mirabella straightened up, she could take a closer look at the large warriors, puffed up like turkeys, standing in front of the time traveler. There really were seven of them, three of advanced age, three young, and the seventh, if not a human, was completely unknown. You can't call him a scorpion, although there is a distant resemblance. But the body is cute, like four walnuts placed on top of each other. Maybe this creature is completely naked, although you can't tell, here are the legs like hooves and forged. Brrr! Nature likes to joke. But these guys from among the people still cleaned up. They are all dressed the same - in ruddy capes with pearl embroidery, hiding their arms and legs shod in large boots, and unnatural hairstyles of tangled long hair. Only two also had gilded helmets on their heads.
  One of them took a step forward, the sand crunched under his hard sole. He frowned so much that even his eyes bulged, and roughly grabbed the girl by the hand. Barefoot Mirabella made a face, but did not resist. And the textured warrior ran his thumb over her palm, calloused from the hardest work, leaving a dark, but somehow bloodless trace, as if from a painter's paint. Magnetic tensed and then relaxed her biceps, admiring how a living hill appeared and then fell.
  - Oh, Creator... - The fighter muttered. - Yes, it's not Izaura! How could she have swiped?
  He carefully took the girl's other heavy hand and looked at the wrist, where a thin, dark red strip of metal adorned with a scattering of tiny precious stones was visible.
  - The bracelet is really broken. Let's go back to the hall, the arena is not a place for chatter, or a more serious bazaar! - the unfamiliar guy said sadly, turned around and went somewhere. Somewhere... Indeed, this place is like that, no right side, no left. Through the looking glass with Alice and that is much clearer. Barefoot Mirabella stared at his broad, gradually decreasing back in a silent question. She could stand and watch for a long time, but out of the corner of her eye she noticed that very fruit that so rudely, causing pain grabbed her by the hair. But the young man flashed his lights. We will not show him fear! And proudly raising her head, the warrior headed straight ahead, lifting her legs. Unexpectedly, all the other representatives of the strange public followed her. The time-traveler expressed herself juicily:
  - The shepherd is followed by rams, and the know-it-all prophet is followed by donkeys!
  Barefoot Mirabella turned her head and met the gaze of the young man whose protection she had asked for. Yes, upon closer inspection the fighter really was not bad-looking. Tall, athletically built, and although the folds of a heavy cloak hid his body, his broad shoulders and heroic chest were clearly visible. Barefoot Mirabella smiled at him affably and received an indignant look in response, for some unknown reason. Ugh, he was a boor! Not a single man, even the most self-confident, could resist the Magnetic Warrior or lay down his arms with dignity.
  At this time, the warrior walking ahead hobbled to the high wall and, without slowing down... passed through it. Half-naked Mirabella stopped hesitantly. What other tricks? After him, a second, third, fourth giant penetrated and with great force pushed her in the back, and the girl flew into the wall in surprise, already preparing to crash into it. But she did not crash. The polished surface suddenly parted, and Mirabella found herself in a spacious room the same size and shape as the arena behind the wall. Only light and, thank God (Or maybe in this universe a collegial body of the host of gods?), no rain! Although what is the rain for? Has she ever been afraid of downpours or caught a cold, even under the icy autumn streams? Also some thoughts and habits are not hers... Aliens in someone else's body.
  For some reason, she looked around especially feverishly. Even extremely cute and cheerful. The floors were laid out with artificial, semi-precious stone, the dark silver walls were decorated with very interesting paintings. In the center there was some strange thing, huge - from floor to ceiling and shining, or maybe even glowing. And here are the owners themselves, why did they become so gloomy.
  - Gentlemen or comrades, sir, mayors, peers, lords... - Half-naked Mirabella began to wind up like an alarm clock at night, although she understood that this was neither the time nor the place to assert her rights. - So, since you have made sure that I am not your dearest Isaura, maybe you can help me return to the front, where our guys are scared and sick without me, to the point of madness? - The warrior Magnetic decided to ask after all. These sticky, but without any erotic interest, looks were already starting to irritate.
  - Isaura or not Isaura - it doesn't matter. - The men's voices became louder, more violent. - Whether you want it or not, you're not going anywhere. - They raised their hands together and pointed at the girl. - We want to know where the harpy of harpies is. The soul of the underworld...
  - Who? - Half-naked Mirabella stared.
  - Izaura! Where, where is she! - a chorus of men screamed hysterically.
  - How should I know? - Magnetic sincerely rebelled, the girl shook her fists and chest. - Not only that, they dragged you, the bald devil knows where, and now they're asking and demanding something stupid!
  "I think it"s logical to assume that if this woman"s soul took the place of the sorceress, then Isaura herself is now in her body," said another with gray hair and a silver beard, not overly confident, who could easily pass for an Orthodox priest, but a pair of fangs sticking out from behind his mouth greatly spoiled the respectable impression of this hefty old man.
  - Well, then she's dead, - the time traveler blurted out. Intercepting the incredulous glances, Mirabella only shrugged her broad shoulders.
  "Why do you think so?" asked the fanged old man.
  - I don't think, I'm sure, or almost sure - She snorted loudly and folded her arms across her chest, noting that it was much larger than her usual size, which was also not small, but quite a harmonious size. - We were buried by the explosion of a huge bomb during the battle on the Kursk Bulge.
  - What is this "Kursk Bulge"? - The voices of the people were extremely distrustful.
  - On the border between the Ukrainian Republic and the Russian Federation. The northern front line, there was a fight, of course, and maybe there is one now, what is needed! - To be convincing, barefoot Mirabella even spun her arms like a propeller, then spread them even wider.
  - And you mean... - All six muttered in unison.
  - Maybe you should stop chewing over the same thing, like a monkey chewing on glasses? - Half-naked Mirabella was indignant, no longer for fun. - A cruel war. Blood and destruction. We fought as best we could, ended up surrounded. Then it got even worse, other worlds and explosions. Well, and then I ended up here. In my opinion, that's enough, although of course it depends on the person, an exhaustive answer. (However, you can recall the famous joke - I repeat for the tanners, on an armored personnel carrier!) - The girl tried to soften her tone with an effort of will. - But you still haven't bothered to even explain to me what's going on here.
  - Since Isaura is absolutely dead, although this has not been proven, then I propose to execute this woman and thereby rid ourselves of her insolent tongue! - Without unnecessary ceremony, one of the elderly men suggested. The others hummed approvingly, and the half-naked Mirabella indignantly opened her scarlet mouth with broken lips.
  - For what, gentlemen?!
  - Shut your mouth, enslaved woman, or I will shut it! - The answer clearly did not fit into the knightly code.
  - Dear ones, we probably don't understand each other. If you help me return to the front, or at least show me the place where I am and give me an exit so that I can contact my universe, then the reward from my command will be so generous that it will exceed your wildest expectations! - blurted out the barefoot girl Mirabella, bluffing shamelessly. After all, it is really strange that the command cares about her, when the front is breaking down and soldiers are dying in the hundreds of thousands. And who is she? A captain, even with superpowers, but clearly abandoned by the command, and it is also surprising that the special department has not settled on her tail.
  - I'll buy it for next to nothing! - Suddenly said that same powerful, noble man of pleasant appearance, and his voice was no less beautiful. Low, deep with a slight hoarseness.
  - You can't buy me, I'm the freest man in the world and a warrior! - The barefoot Mirabella became even more indignant.
  - And who are you going to buy her from? - The other men asked sarcastically. Apparently, the girl's objections did not bother anyone present. - And why do you need her? She has more impudence than Izaura, at least she was brought up in the quarries with a whip, and even caressed with fire. This one, fortunately, does not possess magic, but her blood is still very lousy.
  Barefoot Mirabella almost choked with indignation, but they still, albeit a little demonstratively, ignored her.
  Another person from among the owners suggested:
  - I think that after some preparation she will be able to entertain us and the people quite well.
  "But you decided to close Izaura," the one standing next to him grinned wryly.
  - Yes, if this one is killed, I will do so, but I wonder how she, who fled from the front, wields a weapon. Of course, an executioner is no match for trained professionals from among the Apaches, but this woman not only has a hot speech, but also a character that is not made of ice. - The buyer stated.
  - Well, then you really need to buy it, the old man nodded. - A warrior must have the seal of the owner.
  Half-naked Mirabella listened to this nonsense, her mouth open. What were they talking about? What kind of owners, what Apaches? Do they really think about how to sell her? Like a real slave? Decent-looking men, they speak, which is very strange, in Russian, but everything else seemed wild. However, don't the Nazis have practically the same slavery for inferior, defeated peoples?
  - It was Samson who caught Izaura, which means her well-shaped body belongs to him. How much do you want for this woman? - With a smile as wide as the Volga Delta, the man who caught Mirabelle's eye addressed his neighbor. He was just as young, tall, only his hair was in braids, and on his head was a pointed helmet.
  - Three thousand shields. - He grinned slyly and everyone else laughed loudly, pointing their fingers.
  - Samson, they'll kill her, believe me, in the first battle, as someone who has no experience in sword fighting. - One of them was genuinely surprised. - She's worth a maximum of forty shields, for gouging out mines, and you want her as a noble, first-class warrior.
  - I wanted to kill Isaura myself, but you decided to execute her publicly. I need compensation. And then, Marius Crassus, what difference does it make to you, ten or three thousand? - The man shrugged his shoulders rather hesitantly, hinting that he was indecently rich.
  - And that's not bad, let it be three thousand, - he nodded affectionately and pointed his hand towards the girl. - We saw her in battle with a strong, almost invulnerable opponent. Hand-to-hand combat technique is at its best, and the reaction is even better than that of the enslaved Izaura's body, enslaved by the hardest work. So you even sold it cheap. - He made an inviting gesture. Barefoot Mirabella, on the contrary, even took a frightened step back, not knowing what to expect from these men, who seemed so dangerous.
  - What's your name, girl? - Sanom asked rudely.
  - Mirabella... - She whispered quietly and took another step back. - But I can't be sold, I'm a free man. - Her voice sounded uncertain, her legs buckled. - I have a family, friends, commanders.
  - Dear Mirabella, I'm sorry, really. - The man answered in the same way. Before the warrior could blink, he was already there, lifting the girl's chin with his finger and looking into her eyes. - That's how it happens, but Isaura somehow managed to swap bodies with you. Now you have a different life in a completely different world. - Marius Crassus added even more quietly. - And this time it's not a dream! Better make peace and kneel voluntarily, then it won't hurt so much.
  - What do you mean in another world? - Half-naked Mirabella suddenly felt confident. - You are like me, we understand each other. A dream, as often happens during regeneration.
  Crassus dismissed this suggestion:
  - Another world, so it really is another world, and you are not like me. - The voice became harsher. - On your knees barefoot Mirabella.
  - No way, blockhead! - The time traveler hissed harshly through clenched teeth. When he stood so close, every feature of his face was now clearly visible. To move his knee into the solar plexus, to grab the sword, there were not many of them. Perhaps Mirabella was wrong in calling him young. He was much older than the young man she liked at first sight. His facial features were beautiful, but richly covered with deep wrinkles and scars. His eyes were green and very clear, but there was no understanding, much less pity, in them.
  - As you wish, obstinate one! - Crassus answered coldly and calmly, and seemingly quite harmlessly placed his hand on the girl's shoulder, and she winced in pain. Her legs treacherously gave way, and the half-naked Mirabella fell to the floor, leaning on it with her hands and bowing her head low.
  It hurt, a lot. As if thousands of needles had passed through her body, piercing every nerve, and then lightning tore through the skin on her back, and the pain turned into a burning one. Her back was suddenly covered, as if by a hot sheet, from her neck to her tailbone. Her skin was burning. The men were saying something, but Mirabella wasn't listening to them. The voices seemed quiet, calm... one was selling, the other was buying, and seemed to be putting his mark.
  Of course, this is not the world of the Second World War, but it's not all roses either...
  When the pain began to subside, barefoot Mirabella raised her eyes and the first thing she saw was her new master. He was watching the girl at his feet with interest and seemed pleased. But it was unknown what exactly, whether it was a successful deal, or whether he was truly pleased to see her weakness. Crassus's condescending remark:
  - Surprised... The headless beast wanted to chop us up. Did you think you were the coolest of them all, Captain Magnetic?
  Mirabella only pressed her lips together in response and resolutely rose to her bare feet. Her back was again filled with pain, as if a fresh wound had been disturbed, but she decided to ignore it and raised her heavy head, looking into his eyes.
  The fight lasted for a minute, after which there was another grin:
  - You have character, so you are not hopeless. But I warn you in advance. We have no tanks, no guns, or even such an interesting thing as airplanes... But we do have magic, which makes any attempt at escape or rebellion absolutely pointless for you. So all that remains is submission for the sake of survival.
  Magnetic didn't answer or ask anything, but she didn't lower her head either. She didn't care anymore... But she didn't believe in real movement and really going to another universe. How could they know about tanks, guns and planes if it was a magical sphere? Crassus, as if reading her thoughts, answered:
  - And you opened up, wanting to prove that there is a free man. So we, Mirabella, easily read you. But if you think that we are interested in your technique, then you are very much mistaken.
  Magnetic could not stand it any longer and objected:
  - I can personally bring you great benefit! With this technique you can become...
  Crassus finished for her:
  - The Emperor of the entire planet! That's exactly what I meant. Like, I'll help you take the throne, become your advisor, your lover, your queen, and then, when the moment is right, I'll stab you in the back and rule alone!
  Half-naked Mirabella, blushing deeply, objected:
  - I didn't even think so. And anyway, what's the point of a crown on an empty head...
  Crassus extended his palm and said in response:
  - This is the life that awaits you!
  The girl didn't even have time to blink before she found herself in the depths of a mine... Yes, these are really mines, semi-darkness, many smoking torches, a terrible stench.
  The torches themselves consume oxygen with their combustion, and in addition there is excrement from many working people, which no one even thinks to clean up. This mixes with the smell of unwashed bodies of both men and women... What a horror, her nose has already managed to get out of the habit of this. The overseers themselves in crimson masks, which perhaps also serve as a filter from bad smells. Whips whistle, and blows rain down on the back.
  - Schnell, schnell! Work! And work again!
  The latter is familiar to barefoot Mirabella, her body is truly hardened, and the whip... Against the background of pain from combat magic, almost tickling. Soon the stench dulled, and in the semi-darkness her keen eyesight could already distinguish the smallest details. Push heavy trolleys, load rubble, break rock with a sledgehammer. Eat garbage and sleep on bare, prickly stones. Prosaically, this is how mines were described in Ancient Rome, Greece, everywhere where slaves were rotting. It is certainly hard, but Isaura spent at least a dozen years in such inhumane conditions. Her flesh had not yet had time to wean itself off, and the sorceress's healthy stomach digested even earthworms without any problems.
  The overworked muscles ache quietly, but the pain is no stronger than during the forced marches of the Second World War, and maybe even weaker. It is much harder for others, there are many narrow adits in the mines, where boys and little girls toil. And how many of them strain, die or cough up blood, from the dust and stench? True, the mortality rate here is still low, maybe they also use magic? Probably in Ancient Rome they died more often.
  Worse than physical torment is humiliation. The awareness of one's own bondage. The necessity to submit, to bow, to kneel, to walk practically naked in front of men of all ages. Horrible... To be humiliated, and even more so when this ordinary work routine simply kills, annihilates, the mind and feelings.
  Barefoot Mirabella even caught herself a little bit on the fact that she wouldn't mind if it happened like in many love stories, when a female slave is harassed, even if by force. At least it would be some kind of entertainment, especially for a diva with hot blood and a body as strong as a living titan.
  But that was precisely what was not there... Either the protective magic suppressed all feelings in men and women, or the toxic fumes of the mine rocks killed all desire on a purely physical level. But not the slightest attempt, either from the slaves or from the surprisingly insensitive overseers.
  Not even a single lustful glance was cast at her, which is offensive to admit. Although, of course, in her previous body, the half-naked Mirabella - a beauty of the Aryan type with golden hair and a figure of a fitness champion, is undoubtedly more attractive. Now she is like a bodybuilder, a woman with barbaric beauty, but with quite correct facial features, symmetrical muscles, without flaws and oblique lines.
  A girl in general, or maybe a young woman, whose large, very even teeth are white without any brushes, as if dust does not stick to the enamel. And her bare feet remain only a little dusty, although there is nowhere to wash them. Maybe her skin is like that, it does not stick to dirt... She does not look dirty, she looks as if she just went down a mine, or got a little dusty after swimming in the sea.
  But the real executioner is not the rare whips of the overseers (Why beat her, she copes so well!), but thoughts and boredom, from the monstrous ordinariness, gray hopelessness.
  Half-naked Mirabella, of course, was thinking about an escape plan from the very first hours. But... How and where to start? The other slaves looked stupid and avoided conversations. Magnetic asked questions to girls, men, even boys, but everyone pretended not to hear her. As if they were zombies. However, the slaves were not completely emotionless robots. They screamed at the blows of the whip, and occasionally talked to each other, albeit in a whisper, and the language was not at all similar to Russian. But they showed emotions, albeit impoverished. Apparently not robots, but people. Only... Like those who had a lobotomy or something like that.
  Barefoot Mirabella herself, soon realizing that she was alone in this kingdom of submissive stupidity, began to look for various ways to escape on her own.
  But there were more than enough problems here. During work, the overseers never took their eyes off her. They clearly didn't watch the others as much as they did her. And of course, as soon as she started working a little slower, the whip would follow. Even to go to the toilet, and then only at certain hours and under their relentless gaze.
  And during a short sleep, hardly enough to restore, the warrior's feet were shackled in stocks from which she could not slip. And it was impossible to loosen them or open them with any tool. Mirabella was resourceful. She picked up the metal with her bare toes and tried to sharpen a master key for the shackles. Or make a file.
  But the iron, which seemed so raw in appearance, could not be scratched. Maybe this is magic? Magnetic was to despair. This is in some ways worse than Dante's Hell, since even in the underworld sinners do not lose their personality and ability to reason logically (An example is given in the parable of Jesus Christ about the Rich Man and Lazarus. It is clear that the rich man in Hell retained the ability to think sensibly!). In Hell, there may be a chance to find support and sympathy, as in a fascist concentration camp. And here such space, emptiness and incomprehensibility... It seems that you do not even live at all, but drag out an existence in a world where a total expression of despair is modeled.
  Barefoot Mirabella certainly remembered more than once that Crassus wanted to use her... Probably as a gladiator in the lists. Also not the ambrosia of the ancient gods, but, in any case, it will be more fun. And a chance to return to her world...
  Magnetic, now almost completely convinced that not dreams, even if implausibly realistic, but the most real movement of the soul. And too much time, the warrior spent in the quarry, not to understand that her perception of routine and time is not at all like a dream, no matter how bright and long it turned out to be. So, in fact, another world? And they want to really break her, expecting that half-naked Mirabella will fall to her knees, and will ask Crassus for leniency, so that she will be taken away from here?
  What can she do after this and she will return, it is Marius Crassus (Is the name coincidence with the famous Roman commander and oligarch who defeated Spartacus by chance or not? Maybe there is an important secret hidden behind this?) will mock, tease, and then into the ring. But the warrior, although already fed up with slavery, decided: still remind about herself in a much cooler way. Here it is either all or nothing, and she is accustomed to risking her life, to such an extent that you even miss the risk.
  In short, Mirabella took and kicked the nearest overseer with her bare foot. She hit him hard, even his mask bent... A large man (if he was even a man and not an artificial biorobot!) fell on the rocks from the blow. And the warrior Izaura hit another with a sledgehammer... He retreated waving his whip... But he was also caught... And then barefoot Mirabella was struck... Again pain, but this time of such intensity, as if lava was flowing through all the veins and nerve endings. And even the brain boiled, but even steam couldn't compare to that... Shock! Or Supershock! Perception was different.
  Magnetic woke up, as if a short moment after the shutdown. She expected that now the face of Crassus would bend over her and the slave owner would sarcastically inquire about her health. Or about how she liked it in the mines. Ugh - a banal denouement.
  But nevertheless... She stands in the middle of a field and tanks are rushing towards the girl...
  Barefoot Mirabelle felt as if she was standing in front of a column of huge, but at the same time terribly crooked tanks. Moreover, each machine was disgusting in its own way, the grey armour, as if covered with purulent ulcers and boletuses. The barrels were crooked and ended with cobra heads. The tanks stood motionless, an ominous silence, which then gave way to the rustling of rats...
  The Warrior, once so formidable to the Nazis, feels like a helpless, small, abandoned, barefoot girl, without a weapon, without the strength even to run. The mechanical monsters creakingly unfold their ugly, terribly skewed turrets. The gun barrels lengthen, they aim at the half-naked Mirabella. The terrible mouths of the cobras are open, poison drips from their sharp, ram-curved fangs. The Prince feels their fetid breath, suffocating like a hangman's rope!
  The sharp point of the teeth is already touching the cheeks and lips of Captain Magnitnaya. Suffering, terrible pain, incomparable to anything, you want to run, hide from it, protect yourself, but your body is as if paralyzed. And horror, bottomless, hellish horror fills your entire consciousness, your entire body, and literally, without a hint of allegory, burns her to ashes...
  Suddenly, the most monstrous tank, whose body resembles a hybrid of a piranha's head and an encephalitis tick, and whose muzzle is covered not only with ulcers and mucus, but also with swarming worms, suddenly flares up brightly... And crumbles into iridescent, soapy bubbles. Such are the words that a skilled craftsman blew them out of rock crystal, and they seem to sparkle in the light of a dozen multi-colored luminaries.
  Such is the contrast between the disgusting and the beautiful. Here new arrows fly, like comets leaving tails sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow. It looks extremely beautiful, especially when a massive tank is hit. As if a fiery flower is blooming, and then wonderful children's toys flutter in the air.
  Barefoot Mirabella looks around, wondering who is shooting? Does anyone want to come to the aid of her slave in only a loincloth and bare breasts with strawberry nipples?
  Three beautiful girls are visible. Tanned, in short skirts that reveal bare muscular, but at the same time graceful, like gymnasts, legs of the girls, armed with bows. Hair is light, brightly shining. Stomachs and strong arms are also bare, only breasts are barely covered with scraps of fabric. They resemble elfs, from cartoons comics. Only their faces are surprisingly familiar: the first partner is Tatyana Maslova, the second is pilot Anastasia Vinogradova, and the third... The third one is half-naked Mirabella does not know, but the girl is very beautiful, and judging by everything, with a Slavic type of face, but with an admixture of Aryan features.
  When the girls pull the bowstring, their biceps tense up, turning into elastic balls. Here one of the arrows fell out of the quiver. Tatyana Maslova caught it with the graceful toes of her bare feet, and threw it so deftly that the arrow landed right on the bowstring.
  The half-naked warrior girl Mirabella, grinning radiantly, began to sing loudly;
  I hear the voice of my homeland,
  The breath of death and the cold of the grave!
  Victory will come - many bright days,
  My flesh is ablaze - my soul is forever young!
  
  Right now I'm in a lot of pain, it's hard,
  I am in the abyss of hell, in a deep chasm!
  But I believe I will straighten the eagle's wing,
  I will put an end to this vile and cruel fate!
  
  The Lord did not deceive my hopes,
  Comrade Stalin, I know, he hears the groans!
  Above the sea there is a gleam - the light of golden peaks,
  My plane takes off higher than the vault!
  
  I will bleed my blood to the last drop,
  I will give it to my beloved Soviet party!
  Comrade Stalin replaced the father,
  Great leader, holy, invincible!
  
  And the flight of communism into eternity,
  And I believe I will accomplish a great feat!
  The Russian Bear will tear the Wehrmacht apart,
  Let's walk through Berlin in celebration!
  
  The pipes roar - a fiery ringing,
  The will of the people is stronger than military steel!
  And carried up into the sky by a cherub,
  Saved souls - those who fell in battle!
  And two other almost naked warriors Tatyana Maslova and Mirabela Magnitnaya (Or rather the sorceress Izaura in the body of a Soviet girl captain) somehow crawled out from under a heap of sand, clay, and turf mixed with ashes. They crawled out precisely during a loss of consciousness, like being in a sleepwalker's trance.
  . CHAPTER #19.
  Gerda was amazed by such contempt for death among Soviet people. The Arabs with their promises of harems and pearl palaces had nothing like such selflessness. And yet they are atheists - people who do not believe in the afterlife and fairy tales about paradise gardens. And what motivates them to fight so stubbornly when the outcome of the war is already predetermined and this is nothing more than the rage of the doomed?
  This is incredibly difficult to understand and comprehend.
  Although, of course, there are quite a few traitors among the Russians. Vlasov's "Liberation Army" formed six divisions and nine separate brigades in the six months of its existence. Although, of course, it is clear that being a Wehrmacht soldier is easier than toiling fifteen to sixteen hours at a machine tool for much worse rations, but still... For some reason, you don't see German divisions of former prisoners of war on the front lines...
  Although, however, in captivity by the Germans, and in conclusion the third tank is in the dump...
  You have to be careful. Otherwise, they'll be swatted here. Only the frontal armor of the turret has become stronger and thicker, but otherwise it's almost the same format. The hull is especially vulnerable. And there are skilled Russian tankers. However, a weakling won't be put behind such a rare tank as the IS-2 or IS-1. And the T-34s of the usual format can be with ordinary soldiers. Through the slit in the commander's turret, they look like the muzzles of horses, with a mustache and a barrel. It's even somehow inconvenient to make an aimed shot at such beauties.
  This time Karas is in the tower with the girls, he got out to serve as their guide and can't leave the girls in the cauldron. However, Magda logically noted:
  - We can leave like this, without shooting or provoking...
  Crucian carp, twisting his face like a child, said tearfully:
  - No - without shooting, it won"t be interesting!
  Magda nevertheless warned the girls:
  - Open fire to kill only when there are no more than three or four vehicles. We must definitely bring this new tank intact to our units.
  Gerda agreed:
  - This new item is not among the trophies yet, which means it will still be useful to us.
  The Tiger Girls continued their hunt with moderate enthusiasm. They weren't very successful, but they did manage to score another seven tanks and five trucks. They even had to fight outside the vehicle once to get fuel for refueling.
  In short, four mischievous pranksters got out of the cauldron and almost died from the fire of their own artillery. Only a flag with a spider swastika raised in time saved them.
  Now they are crossing the trench and there are even a couple of bouquets of paper flowers that are handed to the female warriors-heroines.
  Degtyarev, who was tired of watching this mocking film, yelled:
  - Why do you keep showing me these damned bitches? How long can I watch the murder of Russian people!
  He found himself in another reality again. Only this time in a palace in the ancient oriental style, with lush knee-length carpets, and also girls, mostly of Asian type, but unusually beautiful.
  And on the throne sits a blond boy in a robe embroidered with diamonds and emeralds. On his head is a wreath of stars of all seven colors... Deputy Creator of the universes, temporarily acting as the almighty ruler and deity of many universes.
  The duplicate demiurge chuckled thinly and suddenly turned into a black teenager in an American policeman's suit, with a toothy grin he asked:
  - So cinema has become politically correct?
  Pyotr Alekseevich remarked angrily:
  - Do you think I enjoy looking at half-naked killer whores who exterminate my glorious ancestors like a platoon of Rambo!
  The little black demiurge corrected:
  - These are not your ancestors. This dubbing universe was created by the almighty Korsak. So imagine that this is a very good quality virtual game and you will feel better!
  Degtyarev wanted to hit the black duplicate deity, but his movements became like those of a fly in mica. And the black man said soothingly:
  - How are you better than the fascists if, in essence, like them, you prefer to speak exclusively in the language of violence.
  This calmed Pyotr Alekseevich down. A clever trick to reproach you with fascist methods, but despite all the banality, it worked. Degtyarev unexpectedly for himself asked:
  - And you were also created by Korsak?
  The Negro demiurge laughed and said vaguely:
  - Yes and no!
  Degtyarev wanted clarification:
  - Yes and no? - Here the colonel made an ironic joke. - Did he create you halfway?
  The little black boy changed the landscape, and now they found themselves in a forest. Like an African forest, but even more lush and colorful. Even the eyes dazzled from such diversity. But especially interesting were the wigwams and the many fires around which the savages were dancing. Real Papuans with golden rings in their noses and feathers.
  And then the black deity himself declared:
  - I was born on the same planet as you, my fellow countryman... - Here the black demiurge paused and continued. - Only in an African-American family!
  Degtyarev burst out laughing like a pharaoh in front of Moses:
  - Oh, oh, oh - they killed a black man! For no reason!
  The image of the demiurge changed immediately, he had already become an Indian chief. The wigwams also changed their appearance. Several painted Indians with bows appeared. They were leading a captive - a barefoot girl in a single shirt, and a face swollen from beatings.
  The girl, apparently, had already spent several days in captivity - her tender legs were badly wounded, and all in abrasions and bruises. Moreover, it seems that the Indians are very rude, pushing the slave with spears.
  On a small elevation a pole is dug into which the beauty is tied without any ceremony, by the hands and ankles.
  The Indians dance and whistle. New thugs appear... The beast-like red-skinned man unceremoniously rips the girl's shirt, stripping her to the waist...
  Degtyarev said in a cold tone, even with a hint of Antarctic ice:
  - A purely Negro love for such spectacles...
  The duplicate demiurge winked and threatened:
  - And you know, I have the power to throw you in jail, where the blacks will fuck you twenty times a day. And believe me, it is billions of times easier for me to do this than for an ordinary person to lift a finger. - A fence with barbed wire, watchtowers and a prison building appeared for a couple of minutes. Then the black demiurge continued. - But I am a good guy, although at eleven years old I ended up in prison for murder, and not the first one.
  Degtyarev was now truly frightened, but he managed to find the strength in himself not to show it:
  - And for this you were endowed with the superpower of God?
  Suddenly the Indian chief changed his appearance and became a fair-haired boy again, smiling and uttering a trivial passage:
  - If you don't sin, you won't repent! If you don't repent, you won't be saved! - No need to poke me - just call me Tom.
  Peter finally regained control of himself and asked calmly:
  - Korsak wanted to give superpower to the one who is most sinful and cruel. It is in his extravagant style.
  Tom objected here too, smiling like a fierce tiger who had just finished his dinner:
  - Not exactly. You think that if I killed at eleven, and at fourteen for another murder, this time of a policeman and a cellmate, I was sent to the electric chair, so that I probably became the last minor executed in the United States - that I am the Devil. - The boy-demiurge looked really very harmless and continued. - Yes, many thought so, that there is no worse shit than me... However, they only saw the outer side, not the soul.
  Degtyarev, wincing, remarked:
  - Well, yes, the policeman was a fiend, he forced me to cohabit and so on.
  Tom, without losing his smile, replied:
  - Not as primitive as you think... But overall they deserved to die, including the two very first victims. - The boy sighed heavily and again turned into a black boy, only this time in a striped robe and handcuffs. - But almost no one believed me, even my mother disowned me.
  Degtyarev logically noted:
  - Almost no one?
  Tom laughed and explained:
  - Well, my friends are just as black, barefoot rascals, as I believed, my father believed, only he himself was serving a life sentence. But that doesn't count. First I was sentenced without the right to release, then I was facing death in the electric chair, which is very painful... I can give you a chance to experience such pleasure.
  Degtyarev answered with deliberate indifference:
  - I've experienced a lot, including the pain of division, being a bacillus in Hitler's stomach. I can also try the electric chair. It's unlikely to be much more painful than being riddled with bullets, or being burned as a bee in a torch.
  Tom shook his handcuffs, remained in his prison uniform, but became a white boy with wheat-colored hair. He stepped barefoot on the emerging thickets of burdock and nettles, and suggested:
  - But when I am white, with light hair, the thought involuntarily flashes in my head: why did this happen to the child?
  Degtyarev quite logically objected:
  - But, probably, your race values a black, curly boy more than a blond bastard. All races are egocentric - alas, such are people... Created, probably, not by the most holy and perfect of demiurges.
  Tom then logically noted:
  - But the children of this God-demiurge were able to develop, so that they themselves began to create universes... And this is an indicator that Christ was at least a God-Superdemiurge, no matter what the skeptics say or laugh at this.
  Degtyarev simply replied:
  - But also cruel. But fortunately not only to the creation, but also to oneself.
  Tom, jingling his chains, sang:
  - The world is based on violence - a volcano of rage - a flame with a sweep! The highest tension of forces - awakens with pain and fear!
  Here the boy-demiurge switched to serious prose:
  - Could you have defeated Hitler without violence?
  Degtyarev thought for a moment before answering. He looked at the gloomy walls of the prison cell, the barbed wire, the large machine guns and... The unexpectedly appearing beautiful women, who did not harmonize well with the landscape. Tanned girls with rich jewelry...
  Pyotr Degtyarev said wearily:
  - No one could have defeated fascism without violence...
  Tom smiled sadly and logically objected:
  - This is the main misconception - because fascism is within us! And it begins with the justification of violence...
  Peter wanted to say something in response, but again plunged into the world of alternative reality.
  With the fall of Tikhvin, the Fritzes did not suffer a decisive defeat, but the damage was still significant. Soviet troops tried to build on their success, but ran into a long-standing line of defense - the Leningrad rampart. They got stuck there when the enemy, having pulled up significant forces, managed to stop the advance of the Soviet troops.
  The battles became especially critical in early February, when the Soviet troops shifted their point of attack a little further south, trying to find a more vulnerable spot to break through the German defenses. Both headquarters reserves and militia formations were used. An attempt was made to seize the enemy and impose winter extermination on him. The calculation was partly based on the fact that the Nazis would not withstand the exhausting pressure.
  Especially if you attack a little closer to Moscow, from where it is easier to supply the attacking units and transfer reserves.
  The four girls, although they had received a personal order from Hitler to retreat to the rear and not participate in the fighting, took advantage of the fact that the Soviet troops had nevertheless, with a desperate effort, broken through the defense north of Rzhev, and a certain amount of confusion had arisen, and found themselves at the front again.
  The Third Reich's economy, already overflowing with manpower and raw materials, provided for one hundred percent or more of the army's needs through the production of equipment.
  So, without further ado, the girls were given a Panther tank each. More precisely, one tank of the newest model. After which they were back in their element.
  The "Panther" had to be kept on a raised platform to prevent it from freezing, after which the car "started dancing." That is, it moved through the snowdrifts toward its fate.
  But the girls first had to unexpectedly repel the infantry that had broken away from the tanks. Magda was firing, then Stella replaced her. The situation was made easier by the fact that the Soviet infantrymen, instead of lying down, went on the offensive, bravely attacking the Germans.
  But this bravery, when dealing with warriors of such a high class, is truly suicidal. The girls were only afraid that they would not have enough ammunition. Indeed, both machine guns were red-hot like coals... Then they opened fire from automatic rifles, and then even Gerda threw a couple of disks point-blank, as the crucian carp had taught her...
  The attack was a failure. Although several grenades exploded near the turret or on the hull, and Clara threw one of the gifts back with her bare toes.
  And how it exploded... The devil hit the target at the right moment, and with such a powerful modification of the F class...
  The girls met the last Soviet soldiers with kicks and bayonets. Fortunately, they had few devilish enemies left... And the Soviet soldiers in warm quilted jackets and short fur coats were inferior to the girls in bikinis. After all, it is warm enough in a tank to sit half-naked, and the Red Army soldiers have to move around in the cold for days.
  Gerda was slightly scratched by the bayonets, in response she kicked the enemy in the chin. She knocked him out, but did not finish off the beardless youth, hardly older than sixteen. On the contrary, she even felt sorry for him, and she kissed his pale lips and, tearing a couple of sheepskin coats from the corpses of Soviet soldiers, covered him.
  Clara snorted contemptuously, red-haired women are so ruthless:
  - Just leave him! If they win, you know what would happen to us!
  Gerda answered with unexpected humility:
  - I know... But it is still their land.
  Clara unexpectedly agreed:
  - These are desperate guys and heroes... How they lack prudence. We Germans are more cunning, and perhaps more cowardly...
  - And that's why we win! - Stella growled.
  Here Gerda became offended:
  - We violated Hitler's personal order and went AWOL into the thick of things. Who will accuse us of cowardice after that?
  There was no point in answering... But it was necessary to replenish the machine gun ammunition and then start hunting for enemy tanks.
  The Panther's sight is designed for four kilometers, the projectile penetrates 2000 meters with a guarantee. But in principle, it is possible to cover the T-34s, which have weakened armor quality, from a greater distance.
  Gerda and Stella raise the barrel. The Panther's cannon is more convenient to operate than the Soviet models and fires more accurately. In this respect, of course, it is a convenient weapon, rapid-fire, specially adapted for combating enemy tanks.
  However, in the new model, the Germans tightened the layout, including having received information about the appearance of the Russian tiger - IS-2. Without reducing the mass production, a vehicle with a narrower and smaller turret went into production. And the angle of rational slopes of the armor increased. The "Panther" became better protected, but the crew also had more space to work. In general, this reflected a new trend in German tank building - to achieve good protection and driving characteristics and armament at the same time.
  In principle, the side armor remained insufficient, the front was reliably protected. And the Germans had nothing to fear from a head-on battle. It should be noted that a gun of this caliber does not have sufficient power of a high-explosive shell and in this regard, the Panther is not optimal as a breakthrough tank, although it is ideal for fighting other tanks.
  Gerda and Stella kissed the breech of the gun on both sides, and then slapped their soles down. After which, without aiming, the blonde warrior sent a shell into the Soviet tank that had rushed forward.
  And suddenly the Soviet machine exploded as if a small atomic bomb had exploded. Several T-34s moving next to it were thrown back by the blast wave. They were turned over, their tracks were torn off and their barrels were bent. A lot of things were squeezed out and mowed down. Even the snow melted a little from the powerful explosions and flaming napalm.
  Magda von Singer whistled:
  - Wow! And the tank turns out to have a catch!
  Gerda unexpectedly confessed:
  - I understood it right away!
  The commander grinned incredulously:
  - And how is that?
  The blonde terminator explained:
  - And his muzzle was just a wooden camouflage. So it's not clean!
  Magda ordered coldly:
  - Smart girl, shoot again!
  Still, four kilometers is a long distance for the Panther. The next shell hit, but ricocheted. Then the girls stopped the car and waited, like an Indian in ambush.
  But the noise of the many engines of the numerous IL-2s clearly showed that the Nazis would not have an easy life. One of the most dangerous attacks was the use of low-weight cumulative bombs. True, ordinary nets that detonated the sensitive mechanisms of the gifts of death served as protection from them.
  Gerda suddenly flared her eyes in rage and fired at the low-flying IL-2. Although, of course, shooting at a winged machine with a tank gun is almost hopeless, the blonde devil still hit the target, and the video camera recorded the defeat... And the warriors kicked their beautiful legs in approval!
  After that, special devices were hung over the tanks, and now we can hope that they won't be taken out so easily. And the "Panther" itself began to move, to make it more difficult to hit itself.
  The fire opened from two kilometers away, and it looked deadly.
  In general, what you shouldn't do is try to take the Germans by storm. They had quite a lot of tanks, and the crews were experienced. Even the "Lion" tank has Wittmann's monogram. By the way, his machine is reliable and protected from above by 100-millimeter armor. And the gun is completely new, with an even longer barrel. It can fire from a distance.
  This Wittmann is a legendary figure, he already has swords for his knight's cross, and soon he will apparently receive diamonds.
  But he has strong competitors - four girls who nail quickly and don't miss. Just try to take them with your bare hands!
  The enemy of the Fritzes is more than worthy, and the Soviet tankers shoot on the move, hitting the enemy with virtually no chance of success. And so the "Patera" got hit... But so far without fear - the cap is on Senka, the armor is too tough. There is a ringing in the turret, but this does not affect the effectiveness of the shooting. On the contrary, the girls are even faster and more collected. Only the mechanism of the gun itself limits the rate of fire... But still, fifteen shots per minute is not a small amount.
  The ammunition of 82 shells was used up quite quickly, but the enemy, leaving many hundreds of broken, crippled vehicles, choked in the attack. Only a few tanks managed to break through to close range to ram. The rest were left lying around, in the flames of fires, in a web of swirling flames spreading across the snow. And the miraculously surviving tankers did not even think about saving themselves, but got up and ran at the enemy.
  Some of the Il's also preferred the suicidal ramming tactic. Wittmann's "Lion" was nearly destroyed. But the experienced driver managed to move the vehicle away from the deadly cargo. The Germans were partly saved by the fact that the "Lion" had a powerful engine and excellent, precisely in contrast to the "Royal Tiger", driving characteristics.
  But the "Maus", a clear model of losers, was unlucky, a Soviet plane hit it and tore off its turret. And both torn off barrels spun in the air for another half a minute...
  But the appearance of the HE-162 and other aircraft managed to put the pieces in place.
  And then the movement of the Soviet infantry began. Suicidal, but at the same time worthy of chronicles. The Soviet soldiers did not even run, but moved in ranks and formations, singing a battle song as they went. Drummer boys beat out a drumbeat, and the red banners served as a symbol of cheerfulness and readiness to give everything to the last drop of blood.
  But who can believe that soldiers would go on such an attack in the middle of the twentieth century, under machine guns and high explosive shells...
  But the first shot was made by the "Bear". This vehicle's 305-mm howitzer was replaced by a 600-mm rocket launcher, an improved model from the "Sturmtiger". And again, hundreds of soldiers were killed and maimed...
  But the survivors still try not to break the line and move on - gritting their teeth even harder. So cold and red sweat drips from their foreheads. No mercy for themselves and their enemies, only forward and not a step back! Move on and no slowdowns or attempts to retreat. Red Army soldiers cannot retreat or retreat - this is a 100% axiom.
  Gerda opened fire, using high-explosive shells, turned pale and whispered:
  - Titan knights... Don't you really want to live!
  Even Magda, who had seen everything, was embarrassed. The sight of soldiers stubbornly going to the slaughter with doom and the slaughter of zombies would shock anyone. Here they are dying - but at the same time, it seems that they are simply falling, how much life force and energy of love for the Fatherland are in them. Such people can be knocked down, but not brought to their knees!
  But, alas, the spirit in this case cannot defeat matter... The soldiers are dying, and it begins to dawn...
  Nevertheless, the Germans suffered some damage here too, although the losses of the Soviet troops were more significant.
  The breakthrough around Rzhev was slightly widened and deepened, but the Fritzes, albeit with difficulty, counterattacked. They managed to partially restore their position.
  In other areas, the German line of defense was also tested for strength. In particular, they attacked the Turkish troops that were located on one of the branches of the Volga delta. However, the descendants of the Janissaries unexpectedly turned out to be quite resilient, and when the German tank division struck, the positions were restored.
  Another daring attempt was the landing of troops in Baku... But this was really too daring. There were very few landing craft, and the enemy dominated the air... some of the troops died at sea. But the few survivors still fought the enemy, and managed to set a couple of wells on fire.
  Although almost none of those who landed ever left. But this was a new feat.
  Pokryshkin distinguished himself - an ace pilot, to whom Stalin for the first time in the USSR awarded another hero's star on February 23. By the way, already the third in gold!
  Stalin said the following about this:
  - Our people cannot lose. They were born to win. And they cannot retreat, because their destiny is to attack, attack and attack again!
  As the leader spoke these words, the situation on the front lines became tense again, and Soviet troops north of Rzhev were surrounded. But this did not shake confidence in the final victory. And everyone, as one, shouted at the top of their lungs:
  - Glory to the Motherland and Comrade Stalin!
  Here the Negro demiurge brought Pyotr Degtyarev back from his dreams and unexpectedly showed generosity:
  - Do you want to give advice to the leader of the USSR again?
  Pyotr Alekseevich responded enthusiastically:
  - Of course I want to!
  Tom or Thomas, assuming his true form as an African teenager, said:
  - Well, then go back to cockroach flesh! After all, no one has evicted you from there yet. - The black boy began to play the guitar, jumping up and down and singing. - Stalin has a group sitting behind the stove, twitching their moustaches behind a smoking candle. So all five of them sat down on the toilet together - four inseparable cockroaches and a cricket.
  . EPILOGUE.
  The beautiful girl and pirate captain Zoya Nikolaevich continued to jump and spin. She had so much energy and strength. The girl, I must say, was wonderful. And other beauties with her. Their feet were bare.
  Oleg Rybachenko, who looks like a boy of about twelve, is also wearing only shorts and is barefoot, and his bare, round, childish heels are just flashing.
  And the boy took it and began to sing at the top of his lungs:
  I am a boy born of the Gods,
  My mother Lada, a strong Goddess...
  We'll bake the most delicious pies,
  My bride will be a duchess!
  
  I am a warrior of the Family - the elder brother Svarog,
  In battles, consider yourself invincible...
  We will break the horn of the evil trolls,
  When the army is united with the demiurges!
  
  Elena is my older sister,
  Fights like a witch made of syrup...
  The great places will be filled,
  When will we see the power of God Rod!
  
  And Zoya has golden hair,
  She is a famous fighter from Belobog...
  As he kicks with his bare foot,
  How a demon runs away without a garden bed!
  
  Victoria is the sister of my soul,
  So fiery red-haired devil...
  For Chernobog, crush your enemies,
  And the maiden's voice will be ringing!
  
  Nadezhda is the daughter of Perun,
  He swings his sword like lightning and strikes...
  He is a spark of loyalty to the people,
  Let the evil Cain be destroyed!
  
  Here we are, rushing into battle, five of us,
  Cutting down the army of orcs with swords...
  A fierce defeat awaits them,
  From the Rodoverians - the strong Soltsenistov!
  
  We are warriors, there is no one cooler than us,
  Crush the evil orcs with the power of Svarog...
  The girls look to be under twenty,
  But they have lived for many centuries!
  
  They are able to run on water,
  To cut a huge battleship with a sword...
  There is no place for enemies on the holy land,
  And the land will be rich and flourishing!
  
  O Lada of the Russian Mother of the Gods,
  You have woven everything bright in the world...
  In the name of our valiant fathers,
  Let there be happiness and peace on the planet!
  
  Here is Jesus, Svarog's brother,
  He went to the cross so that grace would reign...
  Let us bow to the Holy Mary,
  After all, together with Lada it"s a great power!
  
  Archangel Michael and the formidable Thor,
  They protect the Fatherland of Light...
  We will put the enemy under the axe,
  The stars shine brightly above the world!
  
  Perun, who was Zeus among the Greeks,
  And the Romans call him Jupiter...
  He sent a sign that Christ is risen,
  And now the master of the light power!
  
  And who else is related to me with the Gods,
  Yarilo and the coolest Divana...
  When a boy mounts a horse,
  It was as if they had burned it with turpentine!
  
  Well, why are we chopping down orcs so quickly?
  We'll throw a grenade and tear them apart...
  And somewhere the servants of Satan are digging.
  To make humanity powerless!
  
  
  But the Black God knows how to protect the Slavs,
  And his club will break bones...
  He will strike such a blow, believe me,
  That the enemy will turn blue with anger!
  
  So boy, run furiously,
  A cool kid barefoot in the snow...
  Even if the enemies attack in rage,
  But you have plenty of strength now!
  
  The Almighty Rod created the cosmos,
  He is the One who exists in the universe from the beginning...
  Here a cherub circles over the Fatherland,
  Always gives hope to people!
  
  You make a very bold move, boy,
  Take the sword in your hands, fight fiercely...
  Let the lousy orcs go to waste,
  And win, don't give up in battle!
  
  We have great power,
  All Rodoverians are the spirit of Russia...
  And let us be faithful to the light until the end,
  To Christ, Mary, their holy mission!
  
  There are no equals in battle to the daughters of the Gods,
  They swing their swords like helicopters...
  Reality will be cooler than even dreams,
  Soldiers run faster than planes!
  
  Svarog the blacksmith and warrior of Rod's Son,
  Capable of making a bomb out of a carrot...
  For the God of the Gods of the universe is One,
  Will give people everything - snacks, lots of vodka!
  
  When will the world be a real Paradise,
  All young, beautiful, happy...
  Dream about this in battle,
  The army will become a real team!
  Here the boy-terminator Oleg Rybachenko sang.
  Zoya Nikolaevich noted:
  - You sing well! But I would like some catchphrases from you. Can you?
  The boy genius nodded:
  - Of course, with great pleasure!
  The girl with the rank of pirate captain stamped her bare, graceful, so seductive foot and squeaked:
  - So go ahead and speak!
  The boy-terminator got carried away:
  A politician will sell his mother, sell a voter for a pittance, but he won"t want to part with his self-esteem even for a million!
  A politician is a son of a bitch who barks a lot, but lets robbers into the house!
  A politician can be called smart, but only for his own pocket, and being smart is his gift!
  If a politician's speech is red, then the voter's nose will turn blue from disappointment!
  A politician's red speech always leads to a bloody war!
  The politician is as cunning as the Devil, and he prepares only hell for the voter!
  Human blood is not water, the sweet speech of a politician is not honey!
  A voter is often like a fly from sweet speeches, but a politician is still wingless!
  A chicken may lay golden eggs, but with a chicken brain you can only talk nonsense!
  A politician-rooster lays golden eggs, only in his own basket!
  A woman is strong not because of the muscles of her body, but because she makes passion burn!
  A woman is the most powerful battering ram, especially if you have gentle manners!
  The most deadly and sharp female heel is the bare heel!
  To get fashionable shoes you need to be able to show off bare heels and bare soles!
  A woman's naked breast is the strongest shield in the battle against male coldness!
  Know when to bare your breasts if you want to wear fashionable and expensive clothes!
  A naked female figure is the most reliable armor against ruin and lack of money!
  It is not shameful for a woman to walk around naked, it is shameful to be shod up to her ears!
  For a woman to be naked wisely is the best way to dress like a queen!
  Time is the best judge, usually after its decision there is no one to appeal!
  Why is genius simple, because true talent is capable of wrapping the most complex content in an alphabetical form, and the average person considers this a masterpiece!
  A politician is that kind of vampire who, despite his fear of the light, strives to shine as much as possible!
  A politician rarely leaves a mark, but he will definitely leave an legacy!
  Modesty is a great quality, but in the twenty-first century, without advertising, life will become a drama out of boredom!
  Be modest, but don't forget to advertise yourself, be free, but don't forget to control yourself!
  A man should be modest when it comes to self-esteem, but not in a woman"s behavior - so as not to die a virgin!
  A woman should be like a steel glove in velvet - tender on the outside, so as not to scare a man away, and hard on the inside, so as to bend her into a ram's horn!
  A sharp word strikes harder than a sword, because it is weightless and does not strike at the shoulders!
  The difference between caution and cowardice is like the difference between a diamond and coal, the composition is similar, but the difference is visible to the eye!
  Modesty is good in everything except natural abilities and the ability to present yourself!
  A man dreams of taking off, and a politician dreams of undermining the voter!
  The wolf loves meat in his menu, and the politician turns the voter into a cutlet!
  The President is an accomplished politician, like a runner who has reached the finish line and crossed the tape with his chest, only the prizes come back to haunt the voters!
  When a politician crosses the finish line with his chest, his victory will always come back to haunt the voter!
  God created everything with ease, only the politician appeared as a fruit of torment!
  The politician wants to be like a lion in everything, but in reality he is a typical monkey!
  A woman is a beauty in her youth, a nightmare in old age, and a bore in middle life!
  A woman, having become naked, will put shoes on a man, undress him, and send him out into the world!
  A woman is a good politician: she will undress herself, at least partially, and will completely shoe a man!
  Anyone who looks too much at a naked female bust will not receive medals on their chest!
  Don't look at women's bare feet - you risk being shod!
  A naked woman's heel will strip a man of his threads and put him in bast shoes!
  A woman is also a politician, but she doesn"t hide her claws, but paints them in a bright color, putting them on display!
  A woman who can skillfully throw off her clothes makes a man fall on his face!
  A woman is a despot to whom men go into slavery with joy and ablaze with happiness!
  To expose a woman, a man will take off his last pants!
  When a politician's rating rises, the voter goes down on his haunches!
  A woman also wants sex, but for her, just like for a politician, pleasure alone is not enough; she also needs money and slavish submission!
  Humanity cannot do without women, the state without politicians, and the patient without medicine!
  Naked female legs will rip off a man's last shirt and leave him without pants!
  A politician promises a voter that he will live like a king, and indeed, for him, a voter is just cheese in the beak of a gullible crow!
  The politician has a sweet tongue and sticky hands!
  The politician promises the voter mountains of gold, but disappointment in his promises is just around the corner!
  A politician has a promise like a chair to climb to the throne!
  The politician wants to be on top like Koschei the Deathless, but his political death is on the tip of a satirical needle!
  What's the difference between a politician and a wolf? He eats the voter's cutlet along with the "greens"!
  The politician's voice often sounds metallic, but it's not worth a dime!
  Anyone who promises a voter mountains of gold will hand him over for a pittance!
  A woman, undressing, attracts men, a politician, "putting on shoes," attracts voters!
  When a politician has a thick moustache, his speeches are usually empty!
  If the president behaves like a rooster, then his voters will be crowing at the toilet!
  In politics, everything is possible, but you can"t keep your conscience and keep your word of honor!
  A politician loves rhetoric, but a love of rhetoric is characteristic of vampires!
  The politician has a red speech, his hands are covered in blood up to the elbows, and the voter is broke!
  It's better to kiss a woman's bare foot than to be under the thumb of a politician!
  One woman's cry will drown out the salvos of thousands of guns, one traitor politician will cross out thousands of exploits!
  A naked woman's breast is better than a naked emperor!
  If you don't want to rack your brains, they'll break it over your knee!
  If you don't want to rack your brains, you risk remaining a hat!
  If you couldn't hold on to the crown, then a typical hat!
  If your head is empty, you are a hat; if it is full of stupidity, you are a jester's cap!
  If you don't like to rack your brains, you risk losing it!
  You can become an oak among stumps if you don"t have a garden head!
  Man is a tree from which shavings are taken when it is a stump!
  Hands cannot be golden when the head is made of cast iron!
  A heart of gold ruins materially, enriches spiritually!
  By collecting treasures in heaven, you risk losing your last shirt on Earth!
  A man, in order to expose a woman, strips off three of his skins, and his last pair of pants!
  A lizard puts on camouflage to catch prey, a woman exposes her skin to lure men!
  Having exposed her body, a woman will strip a man bare!
  The executioner puts on a robe to cut off a head, the woman takes off her clothes to rip off three skins!
  A revolution cannot be made in white gloves, and voters in shoes do not get what they were promised!
  Having undressed, the woman will rip three skins off the man, throw off his shoes, and put shoes on him up to his ears!
  A man without shoes is a beggar and a tramp, a woman who has taken off her shoes is a dangerous temptress!
  For the sake of slender female legs, any man will tighten his belt!
  A man will tighten his belt for the sake of a girl's slender leg, and take off his last shirt for the sake of a woman's bare skin!
  A politician with a big belly makes voters tighten their belts!
  A full wallet is better than a full body, bare female feet are better than being shod by politicians!
  Beauty loves youth, wealth loves intelligence, and the voter loves dodgy politicians!
  A woman will forgive a man for having a full belly, but she will not forgive an empty wallet!
  A woman loves with her ears, a politician robs with his tongue!
  One thing a woman always excels at over a man is turning her weaknesses into an advantage!
  A man achieves his goals with his fist, a politician with his tongue, and a woman with her front!
  A naked woman is stronger than a naked king!
  People don't go if the politician is a wet chicken, but obey the rooster's crow!
  A politician is an executioner who holds an axe with his tongue!
  The language of a politician is more deadly than an atomic bomb, it explodes brains first and foremost!
  The politician is eager to get into big trouble and give voters bruises!
  A politician's long tongue is often combined with a short mind and a toothless mouth!
  Drinking bitter vodka produces physical deformity, listening to a politician's sweet speech produces moral wretchedness!
  Bitter vodka makes the heart happy, the sweet speech of a politician makes you shed tears!
  The executioner chops off heads with a sharp axe, the politician shortens life with a long tongue!
  In politics, unlike chess, the number of combinations is infinite, and moves are taken back!
  Politics is boxing - without white gloves!
  Politics is chess without light colored pieces!
  The politician often plays a give-and-take game and willingly sacrifices his principles!
  In chess, they sacrifice pieces and pawns, in politics, principles and voters!
  Unlike chess, in politics the most powerful figure is the grey cardinal!
  In chess there are only two colors, in politics there is an infinite number of suits and shades!
  In chess, the handicap is only at the discretion of the players, in politics it is at the discretion of those in power!
  In chess, the playing time is determined by the rules, in politics, time pressure has no rules!
  In chess, checkmate is only at the very end for the king, in politics, checkmate is at every step for any pawn!
  In chess, only the king can be checkmated, in politics the voter checkmates all the pieces, especially the pawns!
  In politics, too, as in chess, the king is sometimes the weakest piece, especially if he doesn"t know how to make a knight"s move!
  If you want to become a king, learn to walk like a knight!
  If you don"t learn to walk like a horse, you"ll be harnessed to a collar!
  A chess knight makes a fork, but he who knows how to move a knight in politics checkmates the king!
  A politician with a polite tongue will more likely checkmate his opponent!
  A politician is a chess player who moves pieces with his tongue!
  In chess, too, they can prompt you for a move, but in politics, the prompter is useless!
  In chess, white moves first, in politics, those with dark souls come first!
  When voting, raise your hands; if you don"t come to the polls, you risk kicking the bucket!
  In chess, the shah drives away the king, but in politics, the king never catches up with the shah!
  In chess, one move can only knock down one piece, in politics, a knight's move can clear the entire board!
  In chess, if you take hold of something, move it; in politics, all the pieces are grabbed with your hands!
  In chess, kings are covered by pawns, in politics, kings are left naked because of pawns!
  Yes, if you take a small risk, you won"t drink champagne with black caviar, but if you take too much risk, you"ll be content with chifir and stale bread in prison!
  A politician who barks at everyone will only be able to provide voters with soup and a cat!
  There is so little salt in the sweet speeches of politicians that what voters get is just soup with a cat!
  If a voter is treated to soup with a cat, then there is no salt at all in the politician's speeches!
  Politicians who feed voters soup with a cat will force them to dry crackers if they win!
  The politician displays the ingenuity of a Puss in Boots to leave the voter without pants!
  Showing dog-like devotion to a wolf in sheep's clothing will reward you with cat soup and a hole in a donut!
  With a first course like soup with a cat, birch porridge goes well as a second course and a hole from a donut for dessert!
  A missed moment in battle gives birth to slavery for centuries!
  Have a wolf's tenacity and a fox's wit, and then you won't bark at a dog's life!
  If you bark like a dog, it means you don't have the intelligence of a fox!
  For voters, a politician is always a pig in a poke during elections, and soup with a cat for breakfast!
  A soldier must have the fighting spirit of a wolf, the intelligence of a fox and the obedience of a dog, so that he will not receive soup with a cat as trophies!
  A good warrior is as hard as steel, as strong as oak and as smart as a tree stump!
  Pump iron with your arms, but don't turn your head into an oak tree!
  May your will be stronger than steel, your heart golden and your mind not oak!
  He who is not a pawn by mind will become a queen!
  In war, the lives of others are not valued, but in politics, the lives of voters are not worth a penny!
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