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Putin Is Stalin In The Body

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    As a result of a magical ritual, the soul of Russian President Vladimir Putin moved to Stalin's body on may 30, 1942. How the President of great Russia will use the situation and knowledge of the future to turn the course of history. As it turned out, even Putin is not easy in the world of world war II, and a web of cunning intrigues and conspiracies.
   PUTIN IS STALIN IN THE BODY
  ABSTRACT
  As a result of a magical ritual, the soul of Russian President Vladimir Putin moved to Stalin's body on may 30, 1942. How the President of great Russia will use the situation and knowledge of the future to turn the course of history. As it turned out, even Putin is not easy in the world of world war II, and a web of cunning intrigues and conspiracies.
   In Russia, the President of the Great,
  Proud of Putin country...
  Stopped naval he the wild,
  The Motherland has blossomed again!
  
  Crimea came to us voluntarily,
  The Caucasus Calmed Down...
  Flying Russian Sokol at ease,
  We are perfectly unvarnished!
  
  After all, so many new buildings,
  A powerful team has rallied!
  Will not the boys of deuces,
  We laziness and cowardice will win!
  
  When we have a ruler,
  Russia as the eagle, and Superman!
  You Democrats dogs don't lie,
  Sam has been beaten more than once!
  
  We climbed the planet's pride,
  The tricolor flag flies everywhere...
  We will submit soon space,
  And Earth is beyond measure the best!
  
  For the Motherland of Holy Russia,
  You are the wisest of leaders...
  Diamond dew sprinkled,
  With a sword who will be the one - smash!
  
  Fatherland as a torch in the heart,
  Take good care of him..
  To success have opened the door,
  Trampled to shame the enemy!
  
  The time will come and Russia,
  The universe will conquer...
  And the leader is Vladimir: our Messiah,
  Forever will be: the sword and the shield!
  
  
  . PROLOGUE
  A black, tall, looking young woman was dancing by the fire. She was almost naked, only hung with various beads and amulets. Two men in tuxedos sat on a makeshift bench and watched. A woman danced in front of a colored portrait of a man. Like and not too remarkable: middle-aged, with a punching bald spot, at all not handsome. But this man was the most influential politician in the world. And the CIA was willing to do anything to get rid of him.
  The famous sorceress performed a special ritual. On both sides of her dancing, strongly tanned, but blonde very young girls. They were, read naked, only beads covered luxurious hips, and high breast.
  Famous, African a sorceress, used for impact ancient and very effective magic.
  The man in the coat whispered incredulously to his companion:
  - Don't you think George isn't serious?
  Higher subject more than confidently replied:
   We already checked! This lady is really able to knock a person's soul, and at any distance. So it's worth the money!
  The agent said in disbelief:
  -Why is she blonde?
  His companion replied confidently:
  - To create a difference of potentials biologicheskih! However, the New year is near and we all know! This enchantress agreed to get the money after the job was done!
  Agent fairly rubbed his hands:
  - Genius!
  And one black woman, and four white girls kept dancing. Their bare, graceful legs left beautiful marks on the sand. The girls danced and repeated the spells after the witch. No doubt the girls are very beautiful. They don't even know what they're doing. They were told it was just a movie.
  And in fact ... a sinister ritual Is performed to extract the soul from the body and transfer it in an unknown direction.
  Here are the bare feet of the girls and flashed. And beating the drums for dark-skinned boys.
  George observed with a grin.:
   Yes a strange way to eliminate a political rival, but... It's no worse than others, and most importantly, we got nothing to do with it!
  Partner anxiously asked:
   Does trump know?
  George shook his head.:
  - No! He wasn't notified. However, it is unlikely that the news of Putin's death will upset him. Too this person became for America hemorrhoids! So, Sam, only a few people know about the operation. Even those blondes and boys with the drums have no idea!
  Partner cowardly shivered and noticed:
  - Aren't we going to be taken away because we know too much?
  George quite logically objected:
  - This is not the only politician who's not bad to remove... under the guise of natural death. No explosions, bullets, poison. And we have found a way to this devil. Note her appearance not more than thirty, and in fact, that witch for centuries!
  Sam shook his head.:
  - Maybe they're just changing women. And they pass it off as the same?
  George whispered back.:
  - It is possible... But for us the most important result!
  Partners are silent. The African sun was setting. Amazing all the same continent. There is no winter in it, but the poorest people in the world live. Bananas, coconuts, rich nature and poverty.
  And how beautiful the sky, as if framed by rubies, giving sapphires, and the emerald sea splashing in the distance.
  What a beautiful African sunset.
  George and Sam opened the palm of Beers, and an appetizer of crab. The ritual continued. The sorceress woman seemed tireless, but the blonde girls were sweating a lot. Their tanned bodies, as if lubricated with oil glittered in the rays of the fading sun. Breath beauties became heavy. Bare feet already began to braid.
  Black boys ran to him and threw it at the green bean.
  The girls swallowed and perked up again. Began to dance more vigorously.
  George looked at his watch and noticed:
  - It's nearly midnight... In Moscow in a few minutes they beat the chimes!
  Sam whispered softly:
  - In the new 2019 year,we must enter without Putin!
  Dance of the girls became more and more boisterous. The drums were with greater intensity. A black woman-the enchantress screamed incomprehensible spell, louder and louder... Girls scattered drops of sweat, they were already on the brink.
  And at this point, the female magician was released from the mouth of the flames. It collapsed on a portrait of the Russian President. And instantly burned...
  Then the drums stopped beating, and there was an ominous silence. The girls collapsed, spreading their bare, chocolate legs, and breathing heavily. They were exhausted. Even the veins stood out on your calf and tired trembling veins.
  George looked at his watch and reported:
  - Midnight. Now all of this and should will happen!
  Sam said:
  - Or already happened!
  Both agents have netbooks on. Live broadcast of the new year address of the President of Russia. Indeed, the President of a great Empire on the last word collapses. And the broadcast is interrupted.
  Next of course is the time of silence. And in a few hours, it'll be over.
  George leaned over. Pulled out of the diplomat a bottle of champagne, knocked the cork, and offered:
   Shall we drink?
  Sam agreed.:
  - Of course we'll have a drink!
  And both the villain, he poured the frothy liquid into plastic glasses, and grinning, went nuts.
  . CHAPTER 1
  Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin felt how he was swirled in a violent whirlwind. It's when you don't feel your body, but it literally shakes you and flips you over. And you jump up and down, up and down. Here and there! And it is unpleasant, as if in a centrifuge, where they spin astronauts. In the head of the President of Russia flashes: what is it? Poisoned? And yet no longer young, the body still could not stand the load and broke. Did his had a stroke? What a mess!
  Putin did not feel his body. He was thrown from side to side, literally sausage and attracted by some tunnel. It's like a subway, chaotic lights flickering around. The President of Russia literally resembled a blade of grass picked up by a hurricane. What's it? Delirium as a result of a brain hemorrhage or a heart attack, or really another light. Putin is not too believed in Christianity, although he knew that science has almost proved that the soul of a person still there. It's true what happens in the other world. Experiments with hypnosis were conducted, and people really remembered their past incarnations. There have even been cases where reproduce the situation to the past, and it is checked by the competent authorities.
  And the existence of bioplasm-aura is proved and even made shooting. Putin knew about these experiments. That Kashpirovsky and Chumak worked and had unknown power. And it's scientifically established that telekinesis exists. Yes, full of scams in this case, but there are real phenomena. Although now of course the art of illusionists has developed tremendously. That David Copperfield kind of thing without any super-powers gets up. But the FSB is capable of conducting clean experiments, excluding the deception. And people who can move things and read minds do exist. Messing, for example, really had the ability and hypnosis and telepathy.
  As for hypnosis, even Putin himself was able to hypnotize a little. They were trained in intelligence in similar skills. But you've got to have abilities from God or whatever. Vladimir Vladimirov was not a phenomenon, had above-average intelligence, but not much. And the hypnosis he had slightly above average human. But to give something to a person with a weak will and that could be enough. Or enter into a mild stage of hypnosis, or the average person with hypersensitivity.
  Was in exploration people are more capable and talented than he is. Now, though this is not to remember or speak.
  Putin himself, starting his career, dreamed at best to reach the General. And the fact that fate will prepare him for the throne of the President of Russia and will raise to unprecedented heights, there were no thoughts about it. Yeah fortune is capricious. And sometimes Putin himself was surprised at his phenomenal luck. Having reached the Lieutenant Colonel, he after the withdrawal of troops from the GDR was not destiny. To the policy of great abilities was not. Even now he is well aware that he is not an outstanding speaker. And it was problematic to start a political career. Small growth, not very pleasant appearance, weak voice, lack of the gift of eloquence.
  But Sobchak invited him to the team on the recommendation of his superiors. Then still do the prospects Sobchak was not obvious. But he quickly gained popularity. Putin really confused, Pro-Western orientation of Democrats. They took money from uncle Sam, and other capitalists without hesitation. And their information opportunities were used. And Yeltsin was in the US and was approved by the state Department. Also began to push through.
  Putin as a scout did not like the West, but kept quiet about it. He climbed into disputes that were not at the meetings, just doing a job.
  Sobchak was able to get elected mayor of Leningrad. Then this city became St. Petersburg. Yeltsin won the presidential election in Russia. That, too, was well expected. Especially the main candidate from Communists Yury Ryzhkov was weak and the best and wasn't. As something not differed Communist the tip eloquence, or abilities to public politics.
  Against this background, and Zhirinovsky - a man from the street, but with eloquence and aggressiveness was able to take third place. However, clearly this policy was unstable and always getting into scandals. And origins he had problems. Makashov, a radical Communist and a supporter of a firm hand, made a weak speech.
  Putin did not tell anyone this, but voted for Makashov. He didn't like Democrats, but he could only make a career with them. Going to the Communists did not seem promising. So while he was with people he didn't love. But the form is not filed. During August 1991, he acted rationally and pragmatically, albeit selfishly: he waited a little and supported Yeltsin. And there was no other way. The sweep was without the support of the majority of the people and even the army. They may have had a chance, but they missed it at the time. And why is he taking the side of the loser?
  In addition, even in the army, the idea of democracy was so popular that the attempt to establish dictators most of the military, even the generals took on their hind legs. Yes, and the legitimacy of the emergency Committee was not. Gorbachev and the paralyze failed to. And janaev - is a strong personality? How can he be a dictator!
  After that, Yeltsin received real power, and Gorbachev became Queen of England. And then the collapse of the USSR finally settled in Belovezhskaya Pushcha. Personally to Putin it was not absolutely pleasant, but showed full loyalty of the new power. Yet the scout, the ability to pretend, to cheat, to Dodge. And personal selfishness, when you think more about yourself, and console yourself - what can I do alone? Perish and burn in the flame can be. What's the use?
  That Zhirinovsky supported the putsch and was almost banned. But apparently the Kremlin decided to play in democracy. And Zhirinovsky himself is not quite an independent figure, with odious views and statements. Putin learned later that Korzhakov, who had a great influence on Yeltsin, proposed using Zhirinovsky as a Scarecrow against the West. Like, you will not help us, and this Russian Hitler will come. And you will be bombarded with nuclear bombs. Yeltsin listened to his favorite.
  Zhirinovsky was not banned. Moreover, the media paid him a lot of attention and for good reason. Was PR Scarecrow. But different scandalous politicians in Russia in the nineties was apparently invisible. And the vast majority of attention was paid to Zhirinovsky.
  Especially big scandal made the new year's address of zhirik.
  As he said: do you want to have pineapples and champagne for the new year? Elect me President and then you will have pineapples and champagne. The West will give them to you, or I'll drop an atomic bomb on it!
  Wow! A gem!
  But Zhirinovsky was forgiven to scare that, they say, will not give us money, that's a Hitler with nuclear missiles will come to power! And it partially worked....
  Well, God with this Zhirik. Putin himself became Deputy Sobchak. Didn't stand out, didn't fight for the truth. Stealing did not interfere, and he did not disdain. What was done? Start the fight against corruption or you will be killed or jailed, and hounded and expelled from office for sure. So it was necessary to be such, as well as all officials in the nineties: you to me, I to you. And personal wealth is growing. So why ruin your life? In any case, the oligarchs and the powers that be did not consider Putin a dangerous and truth-loving and this in the future, very much helped his career.
  In 1995, the Communists won the Duma elections. The presidential election is six months away. There were thoughts to prepare alternate airports. Then he was lucky - fortune, or higher forces helped, not to get closer and not to light too with the Communists. Although it seemed that Zyuganov will inevitably win. But against Communists carried out really masterly election campaign. And the incredible happened-Yeltsin, who destroyed the USSR and brought to poverty most of Russia, and even lost the war in Chechnya - won!
  Here of course there were many interesting moves. And denunciation of the CIS Treaty. And the fact that Zyuganov looked outwardly unpleasant and old, too conservative. And Zhirinovsky, who began the elections with aggressive attacks on the Communists and then offered the Union to Zyuganov. Also was not in favor of the left, like the media blew that already the Prime Minister will Zhirinovsky, frightened many people.
  Zyuganov lost, but with him was defeated and Sobchak. Quite unexpectedly it turned out that the mayor of the large city managed to merge to the Deputy. Yes, and part of the Kremlin elite did not support Sobchak, and even then opened a criminal case against him. Putin here was lucky twice: his contacts with Communists remained without consequences. And then Chubais took him to Moscow. Yes perishing - unbelievable luck! Your patron loses, you flirt with the losing Communists all of a sudden. And you are taken to Moscow with a promotion.
  It may have played a role that Putin most of all were silent, and was the least active in the company Sobchak. In any case, he was considered her boyfriend. And able to speak their own language. Chubais became a new patron-and the figure must be said extremely influential and has connections in the West.
  Putin himself met with representatives of the West, and inspired them to think that he was their man. He headed the international Department in the office of the President. Too high post. And again showed its reliability. Oligarchs thought that they would continue to allow stealing, representatives of the West considered it their own. And recommended for the post of Director of the FSB with great personal power and influence.
  Cunning of course a lot can be achieved. Here is soon and Ivan Rybkin lost power. But it seemed to be softer than wax, and chameleon is still the same. And all somehow managed to Putin. Lost posts and influence Chubais, but Berezovsky became the main patron, and Dyachenko too. And how it all turned out great. Even the coming to power of Primakov didn't hurt Putin. He became Secretary of the security Council and head of the FSB. Then Primakov unexpectedly fell, his place was taken by Stepashin. And you and I think to myself, why not you? The posts are almost parallel. Stepashin, in General, loyal to the regime, but from the very beginning was a compromise figure.
  The oligarchs were looking for a man who could be both controlled and able to suppress the dangerous opposition. But there was also a need for a person who would have a chance in the presidential election.
  That Berezovsky, Abramovich, Voloshin, Yeltsin's daughter Dyachenko gathered the small Council and invited Putin. Berezovsky then said, well, pull the elections? After all, there is no experience of public policy.
  Vladimir answered with a smile and quite logically: if Yeltsin with a series of failures managed to untwist with four percent, why propaganda can not do with almost sinless and not involved in scandals security officer hero. But if you have something to say he can! And the war in Dagestan began, and if the military is not to knit the victory will be.
  It should be noted that the choice especially was not from anyone. Stepashin has taken off and he was offended. Although Stepashin objectively no worse than Putin. Have him even external data better: higher growth, "feels better" face. And Stepashin that it is important already was elected in the Supreme Council on the single-mandate district, being then still little-known. So, the ability to public policy. And Putin if they.
  But Stepashin had already flown, and the elite did not know who to cling to. Well, not Nemtsov to stick. The most obvious way to make Luzhkov's successor. In fact, everything is there: the popularity and achievements, and relationships with the elite and oligarchs. The main success of the mayor of Moscow made his chances of winning real.
  But Berezovsky in conflict with Luzhkov. And to bet on a little-known figure is hopeless. The Swan seemed risky, both in terms of chances of winning and in terms of behavior after the election success. Suddenly starts their break.
  Putin also taught them all his poddakivaniem that they seriously began to consider him weak-willed and manageable. They thought there would be a puppet on the throne. And the throne somehow stretch. Especially if Primakov's election to disable, and Zyuganov and Yeltsin did it. Putin's fate hung in the balance. Tatyana Dyachenko offered to still choose Luzhkov, which is exactly what the oligarchs are not the enemy. And that Putin is still from the authorities, you never know what.
  Decided, here strangely enough the representative of the state Department of the USA. That's really a simpleton. All Russian Ministers and politicians have already spoken very negatively about the bombing of Yugoslavia. In Addition To Putin. And the head of the state Department apparently thought that since Putin did not talk about Yugoslavia, he is the most Pro-Western politician in Yeltsin's environment. Yes indeed silence is Golden. And the scales tipped. A miracle happened - and you have already been proposed by the Prime Minister and declared an official successor. There are only a formality: the approval of the Duma. There could be problems, but not fatal. It is unlikely that the Communists will go to the dissolution of Parliament, having lost their homes. Yes, losing the benefits during the elections.
  The approval passed without sensations, and only 231 of the mandate, almost collapsed. And there was a risk that the elite will reconsider.
  After that, and got you real power... But there were a lot of fighting. But and himself believed, did not expect this. Never thought, never dreamed of the throne. Yes, fortune, of course, is changeable, but somehow loved him.
  The war in Dagestan caused concern. How will the locals, exhausted by the former, inept rule of Yeltsin. Will the Communists try to take advantage of the turmoil and raise the people against the regime? Don't pounce all at once on a successor.
  But the Communists were afraid to speak, the Dagestanis did not support the Wahhabis, in Chechnya there was a split with the militants. And again a rare success: the explosion in Moscow and Volgodonsk made the war in the Caucasus and his personally so popular...
  Chaotic racing thoughts, and revolutions suddenly interrupted, the mind turned off.
  Then Putin came to himself. I felt that everything was calm. I felt a body that was watered on the couch. Barely opened his eyes, slashed with light. Putin closed and tried to gather. It seems to be nothing hurts. Only the feeling that if the body is not yours, although not too big. Yes, the President of Russia is not young: sixty-six years, and not as good, fresh and cheerful as in his youth. Affects both age and excessive load management.
  And the body in which he was also elderly, medium-sized, however, more plump. Putin cautiously raised his hand and held his face...
  Moustache! Fuck! Definitely a mustache! It's not him. Or while I was in a coma maybe I grew up? But wouldn't they shave it off? Putin opened his eyes again. No, it doesn't hurt to look. Turned his neck ... body obeyed, and the muscles did not hurt. With a sigh, Putin tried to get up. Body's a little clumsy, but he's up, and he's not dizzy.
  Putin looked around. The couch, some strange office. Hangs on the wall political map world. And portraits in oil. Here Suvorov with all orders, further Kutuzov. Who's that? Alexander Nevsky? Putin shrugged. He personally portrayed himself more as a believer in public. And in fact? Here the clergy are taught that after death: one is heaven, others hell. Or even more difficult in Orthodoxy: the threshold of hell and Paradise. But real research has shown that most likely right in Hinduism, except that the human soul does not dwell in animals. And do people remember their past lives and know about the past to know what should not. So, Orthodoxy in this question is mistaken. And if he is mistaken in this, is it possible for him to believe in others.
  But for the sake of politics we had to pretend to be Orthodox. And my whole life is a sham. And so I want to drop the mask and be myself. Take and yell at subordinates. To knock with the fist! And throw a glass in your face!
  Here you are the most powerful man on Earth, and some shackled like a slave. Sometimes you think, don't you overplay? Maybe it is to put an end to blatant populism? And become more distant, inaccessible, like a king or a Buddhist God?
  Putin cautiously embarked and has shaken. Yes, growth seems to remain the same, only the body somewhat denser and thicker. Middle-aged, but still and not flabby. Here you go. Legs in boots and a little hot. But go sure, and the body obeys you. Clearly not you.
  Putin had vague suspicions. Wanted to look at myself in the mirror, but mirrors in the cockpit was not. The President of Russia came to the door and turned the handle. Immediately there was a man of medium height with General's shoulder straps. He fluttered.:
  - Comrade Stalin, are you all right?
  Putin replied in a hoarse voice with a Caucasian accent:
   Quite! Who are you?
  The General reached out:
  - Scrape!
  Putin flinched: comrade Stalin? He's probably hallucinating, and he's paralyzed. Mechanically pinch myself in the side... No, the pain is real, and the body is very real. Not a dream. But who knows that hallucinations can be... Or is it all the same as in fiction - the universe in someone else's body!
  Putin asked with a smile:
  - What is today the number of comrade Poskrebyshev!
  He grunted deafeningly.:
  - May 30 comrade Stalin!
  - A year?
  Poskrebyshev minted:
  - 1942 Oh great!
  Putin shuddered and ordered:
  - Bring me coffee and invite Beria! Let him come in an hour, will have much to discuss!
  Poskrebyshev replied:
  - Yes, comrade Stalin!
  There was a girl in a white dress and blue shoes. She brought a coffee pot and two filled cups of coffee. And sandwiches with caviar as an appetizer.
  Putin-Stalin sat down and slowly pulled the hot drink. Taste real, feeling like a living. Everything is quite human. And the body is similar, the low man of years of sixty, still strong and healthy.
  So what happened to him? Or it's a very vivid hallucination of a person paralyzed with a stroke or a heart attack, or... as in the fashion fiction about popadantsev. And he's a legend of a man stuck in the body of Stalin.
  Unfortunately, not in the forty-first, and in the forty-second year. And now decides the fate of history.
  On his side is the knowledge of the future, and the experience of politics of the twenty-first century. And generally more than a dozen books written about the popdance to Stalin. But that it was He, the great President of Russia! Oh it's cool and the possibilities it offers you! In the twenty-first century is not particularly povoyuesh, and the territory is not captured. One of the pocket fell( and here the luck on the side of Putin, well, he can't hold his fate!), and everything else is not so easy to capture. And here there is a chance-to become the Lord of the world! And it will be very cool!
  Stalin-Putin pulled the coffee much more decisively. Well, it is in the middle of the twentieth century, a time of great opportunities and redistribution. When the US does not have an atomic bomb, and the USSR is not decayed from democratic propaganda.
  And here such prospects opened-it was possible to turn the whole world. And achieve total hegemony! He has knowledge of the future and it is a great power! And if some lousy popadantsy succeed in the body of Stalin, and at the time was a nobody, he is a Putin - great Russia's President would do something like that! This is what will be remembered for thousands of years: uniting humanity under the banner of communism!
  Putin again drank coffee, and a little tried to imagine the first steps. Of course, you should first create a new t-54 tank, instead of a weaker thirty-four. Further, jet aircraft, atomic bomb next,, etc... Maybe even the s-400, and something like launchers "Smerch". And what else - including the hydrogen bomb.
  Could the Soviet Union under Stalin, to achieve more, but here's the thing - the United States in the forty-fifth year created the atomic bomb and conducted the test in combat mode. Hiroshima and Nagasaki were incinerated.
  We need to prevent the US from creating such weapons. How to achieve this?
  Putin once watched a film about the battle of midway. It was a turning point for Americans. Before that, the Japanese confidently won, but it was near midway, Japan lost five aircraft carriers and lost the initiative. Moreover, the victory would have to be for the land of the Rising sun, but the Americans were very lucky.
  Stalin-Putin remembered the battle to the smallest detail, and now it is not too late to take advantage of this knowledge. And at the same time to report all that is known about the defense of Hawaii. Let the Japanese tear the Americans apart. The defeat of the US in the Pacific would reduce the financing Manhattanesque of the project and would allow the USSR overtake America in developing nuclear weapons.
  Here the problem of course how to convey the necessary information to the Japanese, so they know how the battle will take place at midway, and where to go American cruisers and aircraft carriers. And that they still believe that it is not a provocation and disinformation from the side is complicated. But you can convince that the United States for Soviet Russia is not a friend. And the worse the Americans, the better the Russians. And give a good slingshot to the Yankees. Discouraged them from creating an atomic bomb. Here even suggest that the Japanese assistance in the creation of tanks and airplanes.
  Yes, the Japanese should be persuaded quickly, so the battle will unfold, on the fourth of June. And we cannot allow the Americans to win. Having lost the Pacific ocean, the Yankees will not be able to plunge into Europe and most likely the nuclear project will be closed as not promising. And it will be such opportunities for Russia!
  Why all this bomb appeared?! The USSR was strong enough to throw the West into the sea! We need to send the best agents to the United States and paralyze the Manhattan project at all costs! And here any means are good!
  And Hitler? He's just a pawn Germany will roll us into powder like a tiger kitten. But it is necessary and Rommel help, beat the British in Egypt. That's better. After taking Toluca, Germans should not take a break, and best of beat, beat and beat the British, taking the offensive. Then the British troops will be able to do nothing and will lose Egypt. So what about the plans of the campaign in Europe they will have to forget. And Russia will become a complete hegemon!
  So it turns out on closer outfit! Rommel is being helped in Africa, Japan in the Pacific, and the Americans are losing strength and ability to somehow shit on us. With Germany can be done in a few months and this will be a guarantee of a simple and reliable t-54 tank. And then take the tonsils and Britain with the United States. And then it will turn out in the middle of the twentieth century, what is impossible in the twenty-first! Hegemony of one country over the world.
  Frankly, Putin himself too carried away by friendship with China. But at the moment there is no single China. And Japan, having defeated America, itself will become a victim of the mighty Soviet Empire.
  And the third Reich? With its weak and primitive tanks, it is against Russia does not pull. It is only necessary that the Americans, the Japanese beat the hell out of the sides stronger.
  Here is, seems, already knocking Beria. Well, that should be taken!
  . CHAPTER 2.
  Four barefoot girls: Elizabeth, Catherine, Elena, and Aurora crawled out of the tank... Skewed "thirty" warmed in the may sun. The day turned out to be extremely hot, and the diesel engine gave more heat in addition. The beauties are dressed in bikinis put under the lend-lease, rushed into the cool river. And so you can cook in this metal pan.
  The girls were beautiful and sweaty and shiny. Three blondes and one red Aurora.
  Flickering, naked, round heels, the girls plopped down at the silvery water.
  Snorting and splashing beauties resembled mermaids with their lush hair, and managed to cover with fresh, Golden tan, muscular bodies.
  Senior Lieutenant and commander of a tank crew Elizabeth, fervently noticed:
  - We firmly Fritz thrashed...Sorry that the Nazis have cut off our communications, and we got orders to come back!
  Beautiful blonde Catherine breathlessly replied:
  - I wish the summer would never end... That it is a Panther raced after me after!
  Elena, a charming honey beauty, shook her head:
  - So now after all only the end of the may! Summer hasn't even come!
  Fire-footed sandals Aurora splashed water on her friends and said:
   Is the Golden month... And soon Fritz kaput!
  Elizabeth after these words, frowned. After a relatively successful winter, things on the fronts went worse. In Crimea, despite the numerical superiority, the Soviet troops suffered a heavy defeat. And now began such a successful offensive near Kharkov fiasco. The Germans went to the rear, and cut communications. And now the girls on the tank have to move away.
  But still, it's good when there are only women in the car - they have such a pleasant smell, not that from sweaty men. And their crew is so well-coordinated. And the four of them were extremely beautiful.
  Elizabeth says emphatically.:
  - We will win,I know it! Even retreating to the Far East!
  Red Aurora, slapping her bare, chiseled leg on the water, curled, answered, soldier, song:
  - Finally we were given the order to advance! Filter our span and blood! But we remember how the sun went back and almost went down in the East!
  Catherine and Elena chorus responded:
  - Well said!
  : To perform the Aurora is prose added:
  - For the Nazis all of Europe work, plus the resources in Africa. So we have to lift a very heavy bar!
  Barefoot Elizabeth banged her fist on the water:
   Lift and tear! Now stop! Already refreshed and back in the tank!
  Beauties did not object. Sweat with strong, tanned bodies washed away and okay. The girls have luxurious hips, and narrow waist, and belly with relief press. They really are like statues of ancient goddesses. And legs such slender, and at the same time muscular, under olive skin balls and a steel wire of muscles are rolled.
  About these girls say, a galloping horse will stop in a burning hut!
  Although back in the hot tank and reluctance. Elena splashed out of the bucket on the armor to make the car a little cooler it became.
  Elizabeth on it's hard noticed:
  - How men in the form of in such steel coffins battle? We're almost naked!
  Barefoot Aurora, big rock, pearl cloves laughed:
  - This is a very interesting idea - to send under lend-lease bikini!
  Catherine evil said, tapping a bare foot on tank tracks:
  - Yes, wonderful. Minimum fabric consumption, maximum fee!
  Elena, also jerking at this breast, said:
  - Would be better if they have the extra tank sent! Or a plane!
  Barefoot Elizabeth frowned:
   Yeah the shit they have tanks!
  Red Aurora, climbing the tower, objected:
   Not really! The newest Churchill is not bad, especially in armor!
  Blonde Elizabeth furrowed her forehead and asked:
  - Did you drive a Churchill?
  Agnisara devil whispered:
  - No! But I quite accidentally learned that he had a 102 - millimeter frontal armor!
  Beautiful Elizabeth rounded face, knocked graceful, bare fingers on the armor of "thirty" and noticed:
  - Twice as thick as us? Well, that's not bad!
  Elena, pastrevys in the driver's seat, asked:
  And the caliber?
  Aurora: to perform an honest answer:
  - I don't know... but it's probably 75 or 76 millimeters. Roughly comparable to ours.
  Barefoot Aurora, pristraivayas gunner, noticed:
  - So maybe driving performance it worse?
  The naked Aurora shrugged her strong, muscular shoulders:
  - Maybe... but the English already have a 600-horsepower meteor engine, so I don't think the Churchill tank is a coffin machine!
  Beautiful Elizabeth asked another question:
  - What are our latest developments?
  The red devil sang in a gentle voice:
  - It's a big secret ... Believe it or not?
  Elizabeth, shaking her bare feet, melodiously replied:
  - Of course I believe you! For such questions, you can very simply ... to the camp to rattle-where the little white bear!
  Elena: to perform, start the car, I noticed:
  - Rumor has it that soon there will be a monster - seven guns, and two rocket launchers as "Katyusha".
  Agnisara Aurora whistled and shook his head:
  - Yes, this monster will not even turn!
  Elena pompously cast:
  - But how will that hurt!
  T-34-76 roared. I had to raise my voice to yell at the engine.
  Senior Lieutenant Elizabeth growled:
  - I heard, that soon will emerge a new KV, with very thick true even, and two engines. So the Germans will be gone!
  BOS Aurora sang in jest:
  - The tank is excavated it will start again in two rules to kill will start in churchyards to supply you Khan!
  And the whole four laughed. The car gradually gained momentum. Despite all the legendary thirty, it was quite difficult to manage the tank. In particular, switching the gearbox required considerable effort. Strong naked Elena coped, sometimes she was helped by a red foot. But the box itself could have broken.
  Therefore, the "thirty-four" and did not put on the maximum transmission. So the tank was traveling slower than I could. And there was a risk that during the day, it will find the notorious "stuff", Yu-87, a very dangerous dive bomber.
  Barefoot Elizabeth, knew it, and hoped to quickly reach the forest. There their tank not too that and you will distinguish.
  : To perform the Aurora whistled under the spout song. Ginger is always in high spirits, even when reported the sad news.
  Natasha remembered the beginning of the war. It happened at noon, when it was announced on the radio. But the morning crept sinister rumors. Then announced on the radio that Germany without declaring war attacked the USSR. Immediately, several women burst into tears.
  The mood of the people was mixed. Those that are younger, intoxicated propaganda, even delighted, saying that in two weeks we will roll up the Germans and they will skiff. Those that are older on the contrary tanned.
  Elizabeth, too, experienced alarm. Her older brother was killed in the Finnish war, and the average came back and told lot to worry about. In any case, it was clear that the level of the red army is not as high as it says propaganda. And command not up to par, and many tanks burn like matches.
  The Germans were officers spoke with reverence... still won almost all of Europe. And who remembered the older and the first world war. Then the Kaiser's troops reached the Dnieper, and Russia went to the humiliating Brest-Litovsk peace.
  So: to perform Elizabeth were quite upset. Not want to bury their loved ones, and especially to fight against such a strong opponent like Germany and its satellites. The UK is little hope. As if these carnivorous predators would not unite against Russia.
  The first days and weeks confirmed the most pessimistic forecasts. Germans came and took one city after another. A few days later Minsk fell. And less than a month Smolensk. Elizabeth volunteered for the front. She's a strong girl, and very tempered.
  The tank girl was a random, had previously fought in the infantry. The Germans continued to advance. The part where he fought the girl were surrounded. Natasha made their way to his and stumbled upon an abandoned tank. Along with it was Elena and the two girls were able to start the car. And even brought her out of the front line.
  For that received medals, and they were determined to tank forces. Preparation was very short - only one and a half months. The girls managed to take part in the defense of Moscow.
  Then it seemed that here-here, in our faces. Advanced parts of Fritz saw the Kremlin through binoculars, entering the suburbs of the capital. But a miracle happened.
  Enemies not only stopped, but also managed to go on a counterattack. The last operation, no one had planned. It was spontaneous, but it was even more successful. The Germans had backed away, throwing technique, and literally froze in the cold weather.
  And "thirty-four" showed its good quality-permeability. The Germans were stuck in the snowdrifts, and the knights moved and crushed the enemy.
  After the threat to Moscow was eliminated, everyone thought that now and then ours will attack. And that Hitler's back is broken.
  But now it's different again! As if in dire fairy! About shifters! When black becomes white and white becomes black.
  And now it's much worse. Formed a boiler, from which you have to get out.
  Svetlana leaned out from the tank. T-34 machine, which in addition to the tight gearbox, there is also such a drawback as poor visibility. Because of this, this tank loses a significant part of its combat qualities. The German T-3 is devoid of such a drawback, and everything can be seen through it relatively well.
  The girl even climbed into the captured trophy, noting more comfortable working conditions of the crew, and good optics of the German. True 50-mm gun is weak, and the projectile is three times lighter than the Soviet one.
  The red-haired devil also tried to lean out. But two girls are too tight to look through the same hatch. They started pushing.
  Aurora: to perform the harshly growled:
  - This is my place after all! You're a gunner and you should be in the crosshairs!
  Catherine snapped.:
  - On the contrary I must see everything! And you better know your place!
  The girls began to fight. Intertwined muscular, tanned bodies, strained strong muscles. Even with these bras from the strain slipped.
  Elizabeth screamed at them, then pulled both fingers bare feet, forcing, calm down:
  - Not only that Germans eat, so still it is necessary to fight with you! Take care of your enthusiasm for the Nazis!
  The girls stopped squeezing each other, but turned to the commander of the choir:
  How are we supposed to follow?
  Elizabeth took Solonovo solution:
  You will come out at a time!
  Aurora: to perform capriciously noticed:
  - A the blonde to cheat on will!
  Catherine evil answered:
  - You would be silent foxy lady!
  Elizabeth growled:
  - Stop! Or I athletae you on the chicken feet! You will change your friend on my command!
  One girl showed the other languages and... stuck out two in the hatch.
  Naked Elizabeth said in a cold tone:
  - Red you sit down, remain Svetlana!
  Fire Augustine genuinely outraged:
  - She's been here a long time! I have been recently! And the idea of what I should change it!
  Elizabeth, raising her voice and letting the metal roared:
  - The orders of the commander during the war are not discussed and implemented... Or do I have you flogged?
  The fire-devil barefoot reluctantly hid in a close, hot tower:
  - The order of the commander during the war, when bullets whistle around! Filled with love and great price, sacred for Russian soldiers!
  Elizabeth smiled. Conflict was resolved, and soon wood, and they will reliably covered. Here a sharp-sighted Catherine suddenly shouted:
  - In front of a German tank!
  Now that's serious... And Elizabeth was frightened not so much of a tank battle, how much of what fascist cause on the radio the stormtroopers. However, it is hoped that for the sake of the lonely Soviet tank the Krauts won't fly.
  Although the German hid behind a haystack of old hay, Catherine was able to see it. It was a T-3, and in the latest modification with a barrel length of 60 EL. Same calibre of 50 millimetres, but the initial velocity of the projectile is much higher.
  T-3 in the previous modification could break at a distance of not more than 100 meters and it is not sure in the forehead. The Soviet thirty-four could theoretically reach a kilometer, but in practice from five hundred meters. But this time, the odds are almost even. And optics have Hitler's better.
  Despite the risk, Elena turned on her bare heel last transmission. Thirty-four roared even stronger, so they put their hands, and the tank shook. But now they are much harder to get into. The German stands still and waits for the Soviet car.
  By the fixed purpose to get easier, but when your car start to shake...
  Catherine comes down and through: to perform the Aurora bridge and make the first shot.
  The projectile explodes ten meters ahead of the German.
  Elizabeth: to perform strictly warns:
  - Be careful! We don't have many shells left!
  Catherine, casually nodding blond head meets:
  - It's just a gunshot!
  Barefoot Avrora mocking sang:
  - Tomorrow will be better than yesterday! Tomorrow will be better than yesterday! Hello the sun!
  Naked Catherine a little sound, but clearly said:
   Get off!
  The girl tried again to focus. German while he was still far away. Even unlikely that his armor is 50-mm punch gun ZIS-76 with a distance. The fascist didn't shoot yet, but caught a target. A small tower T-34 is a small goal. It distance difficult to get, especially when the tank on full speed rushes.
  Naked Catherine hesitated. Shoot now or then, coming closer. Thirty-four in motion shakes, and take the exact sight impossible. Need or stop, or come close enough, and even better close.
  Barefoot Elena says, clenching her fists:
  - The glory of the Motherland, the Holy!
  Naked Catherine finally decides and shoots. The projectile spits out of the barrel. The girl accompanies him with a mental convoy.
  Already closer, about one and a half meters from the German. Given that the sight of thirty-poorly visible, it is a good result. Naked Aurora, which popped out when the gun went off, loudly barked:
   Almost there!
  Catherine angrily muttered.:
  - A little bit doesn't count!
  The red devil muttered:
  - The Fuhrer will give in the face, will be killed somehow! We are now a little bit like a kooky little bit!
  Catherine eagerly pushed gorgeous leg:
  - If you can, shut up!
  Barefoot Aurora growled:
  - Bricks!
  And finally the Germans could not stand, shot... the Shell flew whistling dangerously close to the machine. But Fritz was not hit. What was he? Suspected that the crew are sitting in those beauties or fired automatically? T-3 has a commander's tower and good visibility. In forty first year this tank became the most mass. The Germans with it, has been a major success, capturing the territory in four of Germany's borders of 1937 and, in just five months.
  The tank showed insufficiency. Especially against KV. At the end of the forty-first year came with more barrel length, and hence the initial velocity of the projectile. German expects to hit the enemy, although thirty-four and problematic machine. Sometimes Russians manage to get from a long distance, and in motion. We need to SWAT the enemy like a fly.
  Naked Elizabeth realizing that the chance of getting there is always a whisper:
  - Lenin, party, Komsomol!
  Flashed a stray thought, not turn whether to God? But Komsomolskaya Pravda is not necessary to believe in God. Yes and at all if He there is, then why permits all of this? Would a caring Creator allow such lawlessness? And old age and death?
  Almost naked Elizabeth, perhaps, was more afraid of death to grow old and become ugly. How all this is not aesthetically pleasing. And indeed, if we assume that a person is mortal, for the sake of development and progress, then disfigure people with old age, somehow not with hands. Where is the aesthetics of the Creator? Is it like wrinkled and humped woman?
  Beautiful Elizabeth couldn't explain and came to the conclusion - God is an invention of the people! But in fact there is evolution. And maybe there will come a time when a person will develop to such a level that he will be able to raise the dead! And then those who died in the war will be reborn in the world of light communism!
  Naked Elizabeth whispered:
  - God bless the victory of our atheist party!
  Beauty Catherine calmed down and shot the third time, the Projectile seemed, struck the armor, but again missed. But put a German... damn, got!
  The tower shook, he heard the ringing. Fortunately sloping armor repelled the shot to ricochet.
  But most importantly the Fritz with still quite a distance managed to get into riding fast tank with a small tower. This means that the tank is sitting there is experienced, and the next time may not lead...
  : To perform, shiny from sweat, and Aurora had automatically inserted a projectile. Catherine turned with a prayer to Artemis...! Apparently the goddess of the hunt seemed more appropriate in this case only. And the girl slapped his bare foot in a sharp corner. Naked Catherine noticed that when she is angry, it shoots better. And ... closed my eyes, relying on intuition...
  The fourth shot...
  Barefoot Elizabeth whispered softly:
  - A shroud of the heavens as a blanket!
  And half-naked Aurora again looked out from behind the hatch, screamed:
   Right on! Hit the tower!
  The shell broke through the German tank at the junction. There was a fire and began to tear the combat kit. Here red is not quite tactfully noticed:
  - Lucky! And only the fourth time!
  : To perform Elizabeth hastened to correct red Aurora:
  - With such a shaking and not bad! The fourth attempts!
  Barefoot Catherine unexpectedly came down on the side of Righi:
  - No! She's right, it was better to get the first time!
  Elena began to slow down gradually, trying to move the levers with bare feet as smoothly as possible. Thirty-four slowed. Externally, the tank looked pretty rough, but it showed its effectiveness in practice. The German completely tore off the tower, and the body split from the detonation into two parts.
  But one Fritz still managed to get out of the car, and hid behind the bushes, pretending to be dead. By order of Elizabeth, Elena stopped the tank. Half-naked Aurora and Catherine jumped out of thirty. The redhead jumped to the Germans, and demonstrating remarkable strength, lifted him with one hand by the scruff. However, the fascist was not only small in stature. Is really some kid, baby face, slender body, even the whiskers have not yet made it.
  Muscular redhead asked in German:
   Why are you so undeveloped dystrophic, or really kid?
  The scared boy muttered:
   I'm not kidding I of the Deutsches jungvolk, was held at the tank training!
  : To perform the Aurora laughed:
  - Of The Deutsches Jungvolk? Oh, you're not fourteen years old?
  The boy nodded and replied.:
  - I'm only eleven years old! My uncle took me for a ride. Don't send me to Siberia! - And kid whimpered.
  Barefoot Catherine, who understood well in German, offered:
  - Why don't we let the baby go?
  Agnisara Aurora grinned fiercely:
  - Let go of your German? Never!
  Honey blonde-gunner rationally noticed:
  - If we see this kid will bring as prisoner above us all will make fun!
  The commander of the Catherine, too, leaned out and looked at the boy, noticed:
  - He's kind of skinny. -And the girl asked in German. - You really are from the Deutsches jungvolk?
  The boy responded.:
   Yes, Madam....
  Ekaterina logical said:
  - If we take him with us, we can send him to a good orphanage. And if you let go to his, then you look at the child and kill!
  : To perform the Aurora suddenly objected:
  - Where have you seen good children's homes? I myself Dedovka, and juvie-juvie girl, and I want to say there is no difference!
  Catherine turned to Aurora and growled:
  - You're a redhead sat on the youngster? I always suspected that!
  Stamping her bare foot Aurora snorted and noticed:
  - Our colony was so active that there were no thieves in it! Like a pioneer, but with a very strict discipline. I don't even know the gangster language!
  Catherine agreed with this:
  - It happens... I also visited the colony, and there all the students are so cultural and neat that in the pioneer camp rarely find such. Well, okay, maybe the German child will become an outcast, and it will be more humane to let him go!
  Naked Aurora winced and offered:
  - Maybe he should stay with us. Let it be the son of the regiment, we and Russian language teach...
  Elizabeth frowned and looked at half-naked Aurora and growled:
   Need a toy?
  A redhead rigidly have observed:
  - What's worse with us than living in a fascist menagerie?
  Catherine accidentally stepped on the spilled engine oil and now wiped, barefoot, elegant leg on the grass. But the dust stubbornly stuck. The girl-gunner supported Aurora:
  - Yes, the boy really would be better off with us than with these Nazi beasts! He's small, skinny, fit in a tank! We his to fight will teach and to commit exploits!
  Elizabeth frowned.:
  - Thirty-four and so close for the four of us tank. And then there's the boy to plant. However, it's not just that. Will then about us talking all sorts of shit!
  Beautiful Aurora angrily noticed:
  - You think too badly of other people. They won't!
  Elena, too, leaned out of the tank and said:
  - Girls, let's live together...In the end, whether to leave the boy, not we decide and the commander... Well, in the meantime, take the child with them and ride with the wind!
  Naked Elizabeth reluctantly nodded and growled:
  - You'll see, the commander will forbid us to carry him. This is a war, not a kindergarten!
  Barefoot Aurora extended her hand to the boy and in pure German said:
   I'm your mother now You will live and eat with us!
  A boy in the answer whiny responded:
  - No need aunty, I want to go home!
  Red Aurora shook her head threateningly:
  -No! You're our prisoner! If you don't want to go to Siberia, you'll be with us!
  The boy wanted to burst into tears, but he restrained his tears with an effort of will. And the man did not appear to cry. Catherine took the boy in her arms and carried him to the car. Indeed the five of us in the tank became closer. And the girls are not small, and the car is too tight. Caught a little German were quieter water below the grass.
  The tank entered the forest. And, in time, just flew two attack aircraft of the famous Ju-87. By itself, this plane is not too scary in air battles, but very accurately throws bombs, and can get into a separate tank.
  Elizabeth said with a smile:
  - And we are a little because this boy did not miss time. Would have blown our tank to pieces.
  Catherine shrugged her shoulders:
  - We won a tank duel with an almost equal opponent, and apparently an experienced shooter. Before that, too, knocked out a few guns and survived. Of our comrades certainly not all there was lucky!
  Elizabeth looked at her body and noticed:
   We all four are so smooth, no scars... no matter How fortune we not revenge!
  The naked Aurora shook her head:
  - Usually a good start implies a good end. Anyway we are still alive!
  Catherine rubbed her bare toes to her nose, and offered:
  - Maybe we should stop for a bite. In the morning without eating!
   Elizabeth agreed.:
   Come on! At the same time and feed the child!
  Lunch turned out to be modest: bacon, bread and onions. The army ration was not enough, and that's got a gift in the village. The girls ate, and gave to the boy. He can see everything else and only ate a thin slice of lard and bread. But Catherine was still a little bit of milk, really sour.
  After the meal the girls relaxed and began to sing...
  Elena some time singing along with everyone, but then started the engine and the car rattled again. It's not easy to get away from the pursuit of a thirty-four with its loud engine. Diesel also has a lot of disadvantages.
  The radio didn't work, so we just had to go East. Practically moving blind. Half-naked Elizabeth from time to time leaned out of the hatch. Tried to peer there and red Aurora. And Catherine from the heat exhaust and the girl fell asleep.
  The boy sat in one place and also pecked his nose. Elizabeth wondered where her route. There were enough ideas of all kinds. But what, in this case will lead to salvation?
  To get to the Nazis did not want to be captured. Half-naked Elizabeth has already seen what this is fraught with the example of Daria. The poor girl was caught during a reconnaissance RAID. The Nazis at first it stripped and properly ripped with a whip. Then drove barefoot in the snow to a nearby village. And there with frost-bitten feet was made to dance on the coals.
  Poor Daria was in great pain. Then she was strung up on the rack and almost naked forced to hang until she was cold. So Elizabeth remembered that they were waiting in case of captivity - torture and execution.
  In General, it is surprising that such a cultural people as the Germans turned out to be so, just supernaturally cruel. Half-naked Elizabeth herself was amazed that the Nazis just to no one felt sorry. Tortured even children and, it caused amazement...
  Especially when the pioneers lashed to the barbed, red-hot wire. BRR! Did the Nazis instead of a heart of stone?
  During movement of the girl saw several Soviet fighters making the way through the wood.
  Beautiful Elizabeth ordered to stop the tank and offered to bring the soldiers. So inside no place, the soldiers camped on the armor - turret and hull. Even holding hands not to fall.
  The soldiers were young, almost all had no bristles, only the major was older than the others. Naked Aurora, being, like most red-haired women, temperamental, began to flirt with the fighters. Even took the hands of the very cute and laid on his chest.
  Elizabeth strictly shouted at the red beast:
  - Get a hold of yourself!
  The young man, blushing, deleted hands, and half-naked Aurora roared:
  - Well, don't you feel sorry for these boys, unaccustomed to female affection?
  Beautiful Elizabeth, softened and answered:
  - But not in front of everyone to do it ... when no one sees, then do what you want!
  : To perform the Aurora angrily shook her hips. Proximity, of cute boys was exciting. And red with hot blood, suffered that may not now satisfy the lust of a tiger. In one bikini Catherine was also excited, she wanted a man, but she was able to control herself. Although it was set to the victim among boys, on the armor. There's the blonde one with the black eyebrows. When they stop for the night, then...
  Elizabeth: to perform, too, have felt a desire, but education Komsomolskaya Pravda protesting against animal instincts. It is impossible here with the first comer, just because he is cute make love. It's a pleasure, though.
  Elizabeth is driving these thoughts, but the more she tries, the more you want. Fortunately there was another Soviet tank. And, judging by the size and shape - KV.
  The girl was distracted, as: to perform the Aurora, since the radio did not work, gave signals flags. She replied with a Soviet tank. Like, all right, soon get out of the boiler.
  One only Elena looked alarmed-fuel could and not suffice.
  Blonde girl shouted redhead:
  - Signal that we need fuel.
  The naked Aurora gave the signal. And it responded. That the supply truck will be here soon and it will be better. The redhead patted the soldier on the still beardless face... and abruptly kissed on the lips. The young man blushed again. Major, frowning, asked:
  - Why aren't you kissing me?
  Naked Aurora tactlessly replied:
   You're old!
  The major, with resentment in his voice answered:
  - I'm only thirty-three years old. The Age Of Christ!
  The naked Aurora snorted disdainfully:
   I don't believe in God! - As Lenin said: God is just an illusion, but it is a harmful illusion, it binds the mind!
  The major with sadness in his voice replied:
  - I in God do not believe, but it happened to me in such an amazing event that only the intervention of a higher power can explain this!
  The red-haired devil was skeptical:
  - Everything can be explained from a materialistic point of view. It is only necessary to have the appropriate knowledge.
  The major shrugged, his hair was already gray, and he really seemed to be at least forty years old. : To perform the Aurora still prefer younger guys. And not too interested in the major as a man. Although it is curious that such it is unusual to see? Maybe the devil?
  Naked Aurora held her bare soles on the sharp part of the weapon. Heel tickled and agnisara beauty smiled.
  Then I asked the major:
  - And what have you seen?
  The suddenly responded:
   You know, I am telling you this at our next meeting!
  Naked Aurora skeptical noticed:
  - But you could get killed, right?
  Major with deliberate indifference delivered:
  - Then the fate of this! As you are pretty!
  A redhead seriously answered:
   I'm a witch, and witches are at war do not die!
  The major laughed aloud and patted the girl on the head ontaroi:
  - The atheist witch ... it's so interesting!
  The naked Aurora answered seriously:
  - Not a hindrance! Moreover not believing in hell, far bolder doing that sorcery over!
  The major still wanted to say something, as in walking in front of the KV pierced from three shells. Carefully disguised, the Germans ambushed. Moreover, one tank was the latest modification of the T-4 with a long-barreled 75-mm gun, capable of breaking through the frontal armor of the KV from a close distance. Again girls had to to join in unequal battle. But apparently that's their destiny - to fight and win! And against this nothing can be done even with their heroism!
  Although when you win in this, then the entire and charm of! No fear!
  Elizabeth: to perform the sonorous singing;
  The Nazi executioner pulls the shoulders,
  Here is the rack, pliers, drill bits on hand!
  He wants a soul to hurt,
  A miserable monster, but on kind of a steep!
  
  He promises the money in the sea the ships,
  That even title can provide!
  In fact, let you spend,
  Because for him you're just a corpse and the game!
  
  He wants to know about our case,
  What's new in the chain of poor shackle!
  So chase generously get along,
  To forget father and even mother!
  
  But to serve the Motherland we going hard,
  We will not be broken by the cruelty of the executioner!
  Bent by a gust of wind branch,
  And you hear babies crying naked!
  
  Yes, I lost a tough first round,
  But to recoup will give the Almighty a chance!
  And then he will send the enemy in a knockout,
  Fist my tight jaw reptile will!
  
  The Motherland gives me such strength,
  The pain of torture to beat!
  And out of this bottomless grave,
  So as not to have eaten, an angry bear!
  
  A little more and the salvation is close -
  We will achieve victory over the enemy!
  Living under the light of communism,
  That was filled with Sun gold home!
  . CHAPTER 3.
  Putin-Stalin and Beria had a sincere conversation. People's Commissar of internal Affairs agreed:
  - America is our most dangerous enemy is the greatest! We have no doubt to help the Japanese crush it!
  Putin-Stalin energetic movement of the head, confirmed:
  - Of course! It is clear that we will pass Germany as a tank, through oats. And our main opponents will be the United States. And the more we weaken America the better. Only important that the Japanese believe in using our intelligence and not considered for provocation.
  Beria nodded confidently:
  - Yes, comrade Stalin. We'll serve in a convincing wrapper! Damned capitalists are bits!
  Stalin-Putin added:
  - Well, in respect of Egypt, should be all the information to pass on. We must knock the British out of Africa, and finish, cut to the root of any attempts by Britain to plunge into Europe.
  Beria sneered cunningly:
  - They would no longer be before comrade Stalin. Japan is so fucked up in America that from the United States will only horns and legs! And North Africa and Europe as a whole will be ours! And then about great...
  Putin-Stalin said strongly:
  - And then bring liberation and freedom to the world! Both the people and the US will drop the chains of capitalist slavery!
  Beria exclaimed enthusiastically:
  - I serve the Soviet Union comrade Stalin!
  Next, they still talk to Beria. How to convey information to the Germans and all known to Putin movements of the British in the Mediterranean sea. About the airlifts of troops and other things. And the main thing that Rommel did after taking Toluca pause, and immediately went to finish off the British. It is extremely important not to give Britain a break.
  And the most important thing is to prevent the creation of nuclear weapons by the Americans at any cost. And here Beria promised to make every effort.
  Then Putin-Stalin accepted Voznesensky-the people's Commissar of the heavy industry. The conversation touched upon the development of t-54 tanks. The people's Commissar listened to Stalin's proposals and noticed:
  - Creating a new gun and shells to it will take time comrade Stalin.
  Putin-Stalin replied:
  - I can't give you much time! So hurry up! This need to for the Motherland!
  Voznesensky said with fervor:
  - We will do everything possible and impossible, but... Really weighs thirty-six tons to make the armor at two hundred millimeters?
  Putin-Stalin almost said that it had already been done, and only whistled:
  - Don't trust comrade Stalin?
  Voznesensky shrugged his shoulders and noticed:
  -That would be a miracle tank. Even hard to believe that this is possible in principle!
  Putin-Stalin laughed and purred:
  - Maybe we'll beat the Nazis before they get in! And forth! Even and aircraft! We're killing everyone!
  Ascension noticed, with a smile:
  - Anywhere the enemy is not going anywhere, comrade Stalin!
  Putin-Stalin did not remember the exact scheme of the T-54. Knew, that transmission and engine are located, together and across. So designers still had work to do.
  Even worse was the case with jet aircraft. Well, not an engineer by education head of state. Need to do MIG-15, jet. And technical details. What kind of MIG-15 and what it eats.
  Ilyushin assured Stalin that they will try to develop this machine as quickly as possible. But it will take time, too. Especially for testing and debugging jet engines. And the details of the technical Putin is not known. For almost twenty years he ruled the country, and was not interested in the development of MIC. This is a matter of specialists. And here it became clear that about MIG-15 at the leader of all times and the people very fragmentary data. Known only to the speed of the car over 1000 miles per hour armament: one 37-mm cannon and two 23-mm. And in General, almost everything. Need not was MIG-15 to develop him personally. A more modern aircraft even foggy.
  Stalin-Putin suddenly saw that he was familiar with military equipment superficially. But he didn't have when he ruled Russia. This was done by professionals. And in General, the President has such a busy schedule that over the past twenty years he has read almost nothing. Even about popadantsev in Stalin. Only knew, in General, that such the writings many. And all popadantsy defeated Germany much faster than in real history.
  But to read one of these novels as a whole: there was no time. Like to see more that are from certain tanks. At the expense of German technology, then Putin was guided better. During the service in the GDR there was a time to visit the German library, and something to read about the technique of the Third Reich.
  At the moment, the tanks of the Third Reich are weak. The most perfect T-4 with a long-barreled gun, just beginning to be produced and will get to the front only in July. The tigers have already been constructed, but the first will reach the front only in September 1942, and their use will be unsuccessful. What is a "Tiger"? Twenty tons heavier than the T-54, and inferior in all respects.
  This machine is quite Putin-Stalin does not bother, like the "Panther" which will appear later.
  The Germans are unlikely to be able to create something that can withstand the T-54, and maybe is-7. But the last tank Putin knows only that this is the coolest and wonderful machine. And what she is 130 mm and for this caliber quite fast-firing gun. But the details are very vague.
  The battle of midway was remembered in detail, because he did not like the Americans and was extremely annoyed that they defeated the Japanese in this battle. Moreover, with a probability of ninety percent of America had to lose. As is the study of the defense of the Hawaiian archipelago. And Rommel's company. But the details of the war on the Eastern front? On June 28, it seems that the Germans will start moving in the direction of Voronezh. And even achieved some success.
  So the question is what to do? Pre-empt them or let history flow by itself to a turning point in Stalingrad. Or break the Krauts earlier. It seems the red army has a preponderance in the forces in this direction?
  So maybe the Nazis and move on? Soviet tanks are the strongest in the world, and so far the T-34 has no equal.
  Stalin-Putin radiated confidence in victory. What else? Develop for the red army "Abakan" here it will be the machine of the highest class! He thrashes Daiwa bullets. This is steeper than the AKM! And can such machines to erase the Third Reich from the earth....
  But again, damn, he's not an expert in weapons. Why wasn't he trained as a specialist in military-industrial espionage? And that knowledge into a weapon of the future is superficial. But the head of state is not engaged in it and he is full of other concerns.
  The Germans had a machine, which will appear in mass production in the forty-fourth year. Perhaps the best at that time in the world, and in many ways similar to the "Kalashnikov". The latter, of course, is not bad, but does not give a decisive advantage over the PPSH, except that more reliable.
  Putin-Stalin wanted to get something more original and formidable. And "Abakan", and say that the machine of the devil!
  The leader of all times and peoples and the Supreme commander spent the whole day on his feet, and time after midnight. He was told not quite a pleasant thing that the army Vlasov cut off from the main positions. He's forgotten! After all, Vlasov a traitor! He will need to be removed from office immediately.
  Stalin-Putin gave such an order. Then he called Beria again. That assured that is going according to plan.
  Then Stalin-Putin called Molotov. He said that the supply of lend-lease delayed, as the Germans harshly attack the allied convoys. And that in General in Britain there are disagreements. Rommel began to win again, and they say that they need their tanks.
  Stalin-Putin remembered: it seems that the Americans in the forty-first year supplied some kind of mass grave for seven. Tank with two guns 75-mm and 45-mm. That's the exact name popped out of my head. But for forty first year this machine was still acceptable. The English "Matilda." Ah, the latest tank and at all a little weak. Frontal armor is still nothing but a gun in forty-seven millimeters not work. And then went " Churchill." Machines well protected, but poorly armed. The penetrating power of their guns was inferior to the "Panther", though the armor was thicker at a lower weight. In a head-152 mm, side to 95-millimeters. This tank is perfectly protected. And has a good permeability at a satisfactory speed. "Churchill", undoubtedly the best Western tank from serial. If he had a stronger gun, it was a great car.
  Generally the strongest in the booking tank production was in English "tortilla". Although weak running qualities. But and gun and protection on perform well. But accurate data about the practical application of this machine no. Only "Jagdtiger", could in a head-on battle to beat the "Tortilla". But this ACS will also appear only in the forty-fourth year and its driving performance and reliability-zilch!
  In General, only a series of German tanks "E" failed to enter mass production could cause the red army at least some damage. So the Germans are not too rational did the layout diagram. They have, for example, "Panther", and weighs forty-five tons, was significantly inferior forty ton "Churchill". The frontal armor hull 80 mm vs 152, the tower 110 152 against, the side in later models Panther 50 mm against 95.
  That behind the Germans, even from Britain in the tank, what can you say from the USSR? The German "Tiger" -2 with a weight of sixty-two tons is inferior to The t-54 in the reservation and is approximately close to the armor-piercing guns. So smash the Germans are quite real.
  A dynamic. And the pottery? And the third generation armor ... but damn it, he doesn't know the details. Well, dynamic protection is more clear - tiles with explosives... what is the armor of the tank of the third generation, and how it differs from the second? It's foggy. Well, there is no time for the President of Russia to delve into technical details. Maybe some kind of scholar or a teenager in technique much better than it understands.
  In General, Putin has created the image of a Superman, but really he has a very superficial knowledge in military technology.
  Something is known about The Wehrmacht technique, but it is thanks to reading in the Library. Well? "Tiger" -2 has a frontal armor of the body in 150-millimeters, and the forehead of the head in 180-millimeters. But what does this knowledge give? That's what the armor thickness of the T-90 he doesn't remember. And Tiger -2?
   Several older car on the layout. And heavy. Better "Tiger" the simple fact that armor sloping. And a more powerful gun. But veterans say that a tank that is constantly breaking down, to take it seriously not worth it. In General, if they hear that all the tanks the Germans - G.
  In the mind has already started to make noise from exhaustion. M-Yes, this technique will confuse anyone.
  Another question is what to do with Vlasov? Shoot him or not? After all until he not changed. Or maybe even abolish the death penalty?
  Putin-Stalin was very tired... and did not notice how dozed off right in the chair... it seemed to blow waves.
  Here he is sailing on a large, ancient times the galley. And the sea is not tender, Northern. Even about a mile away a huge, sparkling iceberg floats. Ice iceberg slightly gives sapphire blue, and pink, turquoise waves, so beautifully bubbling and splashing like water is alive and every molecule longs to sing a wonderful Symphony.
  Putin-Stalin stroked broadsword. He is now dressed like a Viking, reliable mail, tall, big( not that that runt Adolf Hitler, the little dictator in the body of which he fortunately did not materialize. And became Stalin! Not too big either. Why, for example, he did not become a mighty Genghis Khan, or as written in ancient Greek manuscripts giant Alexander the great?). On the feet, heavy boots with iron horseshoes. And here is team have him...
  Beautiful girls, not older than twenty-five years, all large, muscular. Despite the cold wind, almost naked,: to perform. Only on the chest a small plate of metal, and luxurious thighs, short skirt of a Suite of wire chainmail. The main girl-warrior has hair whiter than snow, which sparkle in the rays... of three luminaries, as well as a wreath of carefully polished diamonds on her head. It is very large, athletically built, but the waist is thin, on the stomach you can see a distinct press. Despite the fact that the muscles under the tanned Golden-olive skin of the girl rolled balls, she had so much femininity and eroticism that any man would give without hesitation for such a life. This girl is his assistant Stella, their heads are about on the same level and the warrior smiling affably, says:
   My heart feels that the meeting with the clan, Differ already close enough that it's not even on the tip of a dagger, and we can say that the dagger entered the body of the victim.
  Stalin-Putin replied with a sigh:
  - Unfortunately, we are all a hundred and twenty, even battle-hardened warriors. And the enemy has the advantage.
  Stella fingers barefoot legs picked up lying on the floor of a metal disc, and unexpected speed threw it into the mast of the ship. Flashed like a sunbeam launched first-grader, a deadly object pierced rib right between the eyes of terribly drawn horned monster. The girl exclaimed:
  - Here there and put the enemy in checkmate!
  Stalin-Putin approved:
   That's great! In combat, one angry Panther is worth five tigers!
  Stella ran her hand down her throat with her rib.:
  - Differi it's not tigers, but the two-legged goats. However, you will soon see them Prince Alexander the Great.
  Prince-Viking so to chuckle:
   To see good - but wow bad!
  The galley, which sailed the brave Prince-a captain and the leader of the Soviet Union, was rugged and dressy at the same time. The deck is varnished, with beautiful and at the same time menacing drawings. Especially many dragons, and they sat upon them, half-naked girls with swords. A beautiful sight and at the same time rich, while causing shyness. Stalin-Putin thought that, perhaps, it will impress their enemies. Only here is strange, why on a ship there is no men, except him the most? What are the feminists doing here? Usually, Viking women fought, or it is the wrong Vikings.
   Stalin-Putin cast a glance at the sky and involuntarily coughed: well, why did he think that this is all Scandinavia, if the crystal dome is decorated with only three suns. Everything!!! Ha ha ha! He probably wanted to say three! It is even surprising that with such solar activity here so cool and even on masts frost appears. But the girls are warriors, how can they not be cold so naked? Her bare legs were raskraskami, but faces smiling. The beauties themselves are simply charming, they have so much charm. Such a glamorous crew.
  But thoughts were interrupted, pulling a whistle from the upper deck. I heard a loud voice:
  - The enemies slightly to the left ahead of us!
  Stella in response to the command:
  - Tack sharply to the right!
  Stalin-Putin approved:
  - Correctly. There we would rather palsecam!
  The galley was sailing, but with it she had oars. Stalin-Putin was again surprised-rowers could not be seen, the galley went forward, as if by itself. And it was quite amazing. Stalin-Putin is putting on the oars without the rowers, asked:
  - Is it magic?
  Stella suddenly became sad and reluctantly replied:
   It's perfume!
  - Perfume? What kind of perfume? -Stalin-Putin Was Surprised.
  Stella nervously jerked her head:
  - These are the souls of our men. The bodies were taken away by the underworld, and the soul, having lost its flesh, can only help us in peaceful Affairs. Like rowing.
  Stalin-Putin shook his head:
  - It's not exactly my idea of what the dead can do.
  Stella here already decided to show off knowledge:
  - The dead, or rather dead in the flesh can do a lot, and know and know not only what they knew in life, but also remember the experience of their previous incarnations. But not those whose bodies were taken by the underworld, for their souls are cursed!
  Stalin-Putin shot:
  - Curse his soul - suffering body! How are you not tired!
  Stella chuckled thinly.:
  - What the body is accustomed to! Into the blackness of the smoke is not visible Paradise, but to the Inferno used body! So maiden of love, you choose your path and fight boldly for the cause!
  In confirmation of her words because of the ice emerged a vessel of the enemy. It was a ship that looked like an inverted turtle with a shell to the bottom and a belly to the top. Instead of sails sticking out ... the steam pipe, however, the smoke from them is not cut down, but the hole was covered by a very nasty skull. Stella whistled.:
  - Wow! Lyrical spied a-cats danced!
  Stalin-Putin took two scimitars from his belt and roared:
  - Well, my daughter - tear apart!
  But on the deck appeared the enemy team. They really were real goats with cockroaches. Imagine an insect with a goat's head in its hands instead of a sword or a sword holding a ... a chef's scoop. Well, styles, not to say creepy, but funny. Stalloc whistled:
   The propeller!
  Stella invitingly moved her tongue, well, just a Viper, only much prettier:
  - You little bastards. - Ton warrior suddenly became above - the little flowers of the forest that look at me like blue?
  Galera, where you raced girls, after these words, suddenly accelerated sharply, and the warrior screamed. Stella has even become the captain-the Fuhrer:
  Such brave warriors as you take enemies prisoner smile, and we are heart-rending, girlish squeal!
  Stalin-Putin has grinned:
  - As the one that is learning!
  . CHAPTER 4
  Acting President of Russia Medvedev declared a ten-day mourning for the death of Vladimir Putin. It really was a national grief. Although many and reveled. Especially the opposition. All leaders were fed up with the domination of one person, and representatives of various movements hoped for a revival of the political situation.
  The nationalists even happy - the previous President took away from them the lion's share of the electorate, and even persecuted. In the West, there are hopes for change. In Ukraine, generally held celebrations on the occasion of a joyful event. The Communists, too, were delighted, so their morally were strangled. Indeed, the right regime, and many left-wing citizens vote for the President. It is intolerable to the Communists. Such popularity of socialism and such low interest rates.
  Zhirinovsky has put on a sorrow in front of the screen. But then he announced the convening of the Congress. It's time for the campaign. And there is a chance to significantly improve their results. Unless, of course, force majeure.
  However, many politicians moved. The colossus collapsed, and everyone else seemed not-so-scary competitors. And each of them thought: I'm not bad. Who knows if the Russian people will like me?
  So all of a sudden, the political field shook. And after the New year there were many candidates for President of Russia. Among them were pop stars. In particular, we decided to try the Basque and Bilan, and Vitas. Why not? After all, this kind of advertising! Some writers also moved into politics, and thus wanted to raise the circulation of books.
  The activity was enormous. Dmitry Medvedev announced the continuity of the course in foreign policy. But in the very first days he held a number of meetings and negotiations with the leaders of Western States. As a result, a statement was born about the need to improve relations with the West. Acting President of Russia Medvedev issued decrees to lift most of the sanctions against Europe and the United States. In response, the West eased its sanctions.
  Poroshenko arrived in Moscow. There was a personal meeting between the two presidents. Then there was an exchange of handshakes. Both sides have not yet touched upon the status of Donbass and Crimea, but have agreed on a number of mutually beneficial economic projects. As well as the lifting of sanctions against each other.
  There were meetings with the Prime Minister of Germany and Britain. In General, Medvedev made a favorable impression on the West. The media called him a progressive leader. And in Russia the press stopped anti-Western attacks. But there were articles as bad in China. In this country there is no freedom of speech and the people have no rights in prison of inhumane conditions and torture thrive. And that in General, human rights are not respected in China, and despite the formally high rate of growth, most of the population lives in poverty.
  And about democracy in China and there is no question - one Communist party dominates.
  Again, anti-Stalinist and anti-Communist films were shown on Russian television. Medvedev removed the Governor of a Communist. However, appointed another of the liberal democratic party.
  Unexpectedly, Vladimir Volfovich was awarded for his faithful service to the Kremlin with the order of merit for the Fatherland of the first degree. And this is the second most important award after Andrew. And a sign of great mercy.
  I must say that Zhirinovsky has always supported Medvedev, despite liberalism, and the tendency to Pro-Western orientation of the latter. Generally Zhirinovsky two-hearted politician-in words the enemy of the West, but the liberals and Westerners, if they are in power to criticize afraid.
  And almost always takes under the visor. And only in the Duma of the first convocation still somehow imitated opposition. And now... Well, what is the opposition.
  Nevertheless Zhirinovsky and Medvedev met. And the acting President advised to go to elections-to raise an appearance and to spoil to other candidates. All the more, that expected record number of participants - not less twenty-should pass registration.
  Medvedev wanted to show the most democratic elections, but of course they surely win. And scandalous Zhirinovsky is an ideal way to discredit other candidates. Imagine twenty people, gather in one room, got half a minute to speak. And Zhirinovsky will be the loser? The hubbub and the madhouse will turn out. And people will prefer the second person tandem Medvedev this farce.
  Of course Medvedev also has problems: pension reform and economic difficulties have given the government a high anti-rating. In addition, Medvedev is an ardent anti-Stalinist and anti-Communist, which prevents him from attracting the left under his banners, a significant part of which previously voted for Putin. And the ideas of socialism are popular in Russia.
  Communists, apparently with the uniform candidate can't be defined. There are many people who want to try their luck on the left field. Even a lot of. Udaltsov declared that he will go to elections independently. Like, does not see more worthy. Streltsov accused Medvedev of surrender of Donbass and friendship with Bandera, also decided to go to the polls on their own. Fortunately, not so much should be collected signatures. Suraykin clear so will go to the polls alone. The first time was not lucky-few votes were collected, but the second time, maybe it will be better.
  The Communist party of the fluctuations. Zyuganov old, and all the boring not very pass, and the best cannot be seen. Grudinin in any case said that he was always ready. But Boldyrev said that he will move out on their own.
  In General, after Putin all, it seems that there are no more political heavyweights and you can try yourself. If you don't win, you'll be promoted.
  Ksenia Sobchak, and of course happy new you try pushing yourself. Moreover, she in the most recent elections took fourth place, not bad for a blonde in chocolate. And then there's new ideas appeared.
  Ksenia Sobchak announced that he would abolish the anti-Smoking law and reduce the price of alcohol. What was quite enthusiastic about drinking audiences.
  However, Medvedev offered some easing to the anti-Smoking law. In addition, there was a proposal - to allow alcohol advertising in the media. And indeed the sale of alcohol has fallen in recent years to 80 percent. And spending Treasury increases. Medvedev has already raised all pensions by twenty-five percent, by his decree, and the minimum wage by thirty percent. In addition, it was stated that although the West is not the enemy, military spending will not decrease. And most likely the army will become purely professional.
  The salaries of conscripts were doubled. Medvedev increased and significantly three times and scholarships to students. In addition, in order to raise the rating, it was announced that the pension reform is suspended for ten years. And experience will be considered differently, including taking into account working pensioners.
  The income tax on the rich remained the same. But for the poor, was declared a tax holiday. Unemployment benefits have also increased significantly. The rise in oil prices allowed for a more populist policy.
  Medvedev wanted to win relatively honestly the most competitive presidential elections in the world. He personally talked to the head of the Central election Committee Panfilova and rigidly ordered not to find fault with the quality of documents, signatures, and so on. And to register everyone. Still a big threat the herd will not. Especially money in Treasury is and it is possible to grease voters a little.
  There must be visibility of the world's most democratic elections. And even if there is a second round - it's not a tragedy. Especially Zyuganov, and Zhirinovsky is no match for Medvedev. And the most dangerous competitor Bulk while out of the game.
  Nevertheless, Medvedev still offered Amnesty. In particular, all women and those convicted of crimes committed as minors were released. Also, all those who had served half of the term were released, and the rest of the term was reduced by half.
  And even sentenced to life imprisonment was reduced to twenty-five years. In addition, all those sentenced to up to three years were released, as well as all those over sixty-five years. Amnesty was received by all those who have awards of Russia, all participants of military operations, and those who served in hot spots, as well as seriously ill and sick with tuberculosis.
  Amnesty with glee was greeted in the West. And Medvedev immediately gained a reputation as a good king. And the number of prisoners in the colonies decreased three times.
  Moreover, the new acting President proposed amendments to the criminal code. On them it was forbidden to take into custody for crimes for which the term of imprisonment did not exceed ten years.
  In addition, it was suggested that each prisoner in the remand prison should have at least five meters of living space. As well as this innovation, it was forbidden in jail to have more than four people in one cell. That is, all common cameras should be liquidated and redone.
  In addition, Medvedev proposed a reasonable amendment to the criminal code. To all previously convicted, to jail were kept together with the only with no previous convictions. And to not have a criminal record, went to a special colony, where he was held without criminal records. And, of course, with preferential conditions of detention, and the right to visit twice a week.
  In addition, each jail cell should be a color TV and a working refrigerator. And every convict should have the right to take a shower. And not once a week, but every day.
  It was also perceived by the liberals is quite warm. At the same time, of course, Medvedev strongly emphasized his closeness and unity with Putin. Nevsky prospect in St. Petersburg was named in honor of the second President of Russia Putin. Putin himself was posthumously awarded the order of St. Andrew, the star of the hero of Russia and was awarded the title of Marshal of the Russian Federation.
  Soon, however, Medvedev posthumously awarded the star hero of Russia and Boris Nemtsov. That is very positively perceived by the West and local liberals. The awarded was and Michael Kasianov, the former Prime Minister of Russia with the order for merit to the Fatherland first degree. And Castanova Medvedev appointed honorary assistant of the Russian President for Economics and Finance in the framework of Deputy Prime Minister. With a correspondingly high salary.
  Received unexpectedly the appointment and Bulk. Its actual President of Russia Medvedev appointed the head of the Commission on fight against corruption and bribery. And awarded the order of merit to the Fatherland of the second degree.
  Nikita Belykh was released from custody and got a position in the government. Released and Ulyukaeva, too, became something of an Advisor.
  At the same time, the criminal case against Khodorkovsky stopped. This businessman was even invited to Moscow. Medvedev also made a proposal to the Supreme court to review the ban on the activities of Jehovah's Witnesses. Moreover, it violated the Constitution and freedom of speech. Was revised and the controversial package of Spring. Most of it was cancelled. Bloggers got more freedom.
  Vertical liberalization has started. For the first time in many years, left the program "dolls".
  Other laws were adopted. In particular, it was allowed to vote now from fourteen years, that is, from the date of receipt of the passport. And in the Duma can be elected from eighteen. In governors and the Federation Council since twenty-one years. President Medvedev proposed an amendment to the thirty years.
  The law on the election of governors has been significantly changed. First, the maximum number of signatures collected has been reduced by two to one per cent. And the number of minimum from half a percent to one tenth. The most important thing was the abolition of municipal filters, which the party in power actively used. And also the prohibition to take part in elections of persons having a criminal record for serious and especially serious crimes.
  Medvedev himself personally said: I trust my people and my voters. And I know that they will not choose criminals.
  In addition, it was possible not only to reduce the age from which you can go to the governors to twenty-one years, but also those who are under thirty-five years old could run by collecting a minimum tenth of the percentage of signatures.
  Besides it was allowed to the same person to put signatures on different candidates. That is very progressive and provided competitive elections.
  The President of Russia hinted that the terms of powers of the Duma and the head of state can be revised. In particular, the Duma can, as before, be elected for four years, and the President as in most countries of the world for five years. In any case, the reduction of the term of office is not far off.
  Foreign Minister Lavrov was unexpectedly dismissed as well. His place was taken and this is a small sensation - Igor Lebedev. That is Zhirinovsky's son.
  Medvedev himself announced that the best foreign Minister is hard to find. And young and experienced. And passed a large school in the Duma.
  The youngest leader of the political faction. One of the youngest Vice effects. He worked in ministries and in Parliament. Doctor of social and historical Sciences. Has three sons.
  The latter is especially stressed Medvedev: the exemplary father giving birth to soldiers for Russia.
  The candidacy evoked mixed reactions in the West and East. As it is the son of the aggressive enemy of a Fuse of Vladimir Zhirinovsky. But...
  Zhirinovsky himself, seeing a change in the mood of the Kremlin, turned criticism of the West and focused on the Communists. The election promised to be quite controversial. Several porn stars came forward, and a very motley company.
  Medvedev himself criticized the regimes of Belarus and Kazakhstan for being undemocratic, and said that Russia would be with him an oasis of freedom and the most legal state in the world! And that the presidential elections in Russia will be unparalleled in the world in terms of democracy and openness.
  The Russian President also announced the establishment of the order of Ilya Muromets of three degrees. Gold, silver and bronze.
  And the order of the first degree awarded four Ukrainian boxers: Usyk, Lomachenko, Klitschko brothers! And presented awards to them personally. Gold portraits of Ilya Muromets. Which is very, very honorable.
  In Ukraine, Medvedev's popularity grew. There was talk and accession of Ukraine to the customs Union. Or even Euro-Asian.
  Trump and Medvedev talked heart to heart at the funeral of President Putin. And they were very pleased with the meeting.
  Medvedev himself admitted that he was concerned about the strengthening of China. And that his heart has always loved a more democratic US than totalitarian China. And that Hollywood is a wonderful film factory. The Americans and Russian are quite clear and from the heart. And that Medvedev is an ardent enemy of Stalin and anti-Communist for anybody not a secret.
  Relations between China and Russia after the change of power in the Kremlin immediately became cooler. Medvedev has limited the ability of the Chinese to settle in Russia, and so far secretly introduced a ban on obtaining Russian citizenship residents of the celestial Empire. The attitude towards Chinese investment has become somewhat more restrained. And in the media China has not painted so idyllic. They recalled that there are terrible conditions in prisons, there is official censorship, torture, the death penalty. And that there is no presumption innocences. And that the children there against the most ruthless and women are beings of the lowest grade. And there are no competitive elections, and the Communist party builds its management on violence. And no respect for private property. And at all stick regime.
  Criticism of Kazakhstan and Central Asian dictatorships intensified. Medvedev suddenly remembered that there the rights of the Russian population are violated, and the UN norms are violated. And what Orthodox Christians under pressure. In Uzbekistan is forbidden to preach the word of God. And in Tajikistan, Russian surnames are corrected. And much more.
  As if Medvedev was not the second person in the country for a long time, and for some time and the first! Yes the case, power changes people. However, it is valid at Putin too much conceded to Asia. And now ought to restore the balance of power.
  Medvedev said he would not tolerate violations of rights and pressure on Russians in Central Asia. And that in Kazakhstan Russians are squeezed out of the country and from politics, and this is unacceptable. And maybe there is and your arrow will appear.
  Elderly Nazarbayev, fearing to quarrel with a relatively young and formidable acting President, made concessions. A mandatory quota for Russians in the Parliament, government and local management structures was introduced - not less than twenty-five percent.
  The assignment needless to say noticeable. Medvedev sharply raised its popularity in national-Patriotic circles.
  That, they say, finally, about Russian in Asia remembered. More or less happy were the liberals. But they are still a lot of presidents put forward.
  The Communist party made an unexpected move horse: put forward two candidates: Zyuganov and Grudinina. Why? Personally Zyuganov could not decide whether to go to him or not. And age, and health not the. And the chances of slippery. But also Grudinin is not very strong. And then there Boldyrev, and archers, and brave, and Baburin and Caricinum.
  Moreover the President of Russia came to the fore and grandpa Lemon. And what to the writer and policy about which all began to forget, not to remind of itself. Well, he can collect a hundred thousand signatures. And already it really Limonov forgotten. The PR is decent!
  The President of Russia came to the fore and Povetkin. Also something to do after a Boxing career. And maybe even not finished yet. But invited one of the small nationalist parties. And what would not try? Will advertisements, with wild!
  Asked to participate in elections and Alla Borisovna. But Pugacheva refused. Like, and so fame and glory to her it will not add. And if the percentage is low. Yes, and what money to have? But Bilan, who also became podzabyvat excited about the new PR.
  In short, the team gathered for aerobatics. Lots of different candidates. And the Queen advanced. Why,not a little PR. And a couple of young singers. Who need to make a name. And the mass of the people.
  In presidents went and Russian version of Darth Vader and Harry Potter. Also why not try-once democracy!
  And who has not yet sought the throne. Except that the members of the EP, putting forward at the Congress Medvedev kept unity.
  Defense Minister Shoigu, became Marshal of Russia and received a hero star. Siluanov began to perform the duties of the Prime Minister, but so far there were rumors about the new position.
  Medvedev proposed to hold an Internet vote on the post of Prime Minister. More than a million users voted. Shoigu and Grudin won. But apparently the President had other types. While the post of Prime Minister remained questionable.
  These polls showed that Medvedev is a clear favorite of the presidential election. Especially the tough policy towards Kazakhstan and Central Asia, and populist decisions added votes to it.
  The number of people willing to vote for Grudinin has also increased. The candidate is again renewed his rating. But Zyuganov weakened. Zhirinovsky did not go off the screen, but kept at five percent. And that if Zyuganov will be removed, likely in fourth place. However, Ksenia Sobchak grew up, and Shooters.
  Medvedev, however, did not sit idly by. So he issued a decree to give all war veterans a million dollars. Big decision. But veterans of the second world war remained so little that it does not ruin the Treasury. But what a PR! As it has thrown up a rating of IO of the President among the left.
  And then suddenly Roman Abramovich has been arrested. Like, too much money in free economic zones. So it is necessary to share. And people like, of course.
  Medvedev on perform well! That the oligarchs are fighting, and the money returns. And patches raises. And then there's Medvedev and some more in 2005 revoked privileges back. And the minimum pension again increased.
  And further more... have to pay for maternity capital in the twenty-five thousand dollars. And with immediately at birth. And additional benefits were introduced.
  Medvedev ordered to give orders to mothers for children. This is also a strong move. For four children the order of bronze, six silver, eight for gold.
  And this is also a very reasonable event. And here also prepared the project on taxes on bachelors, on childless couples, on couples having only one child. However, having postponed until the elections.
  Then a lot more can be expected from Medvedev. He turned around completely. And the elections are really democratic. Although not everything is calm.
  Joint exercises with NATO were held in the West. Ukrainians also held a parade with the Russians. Moreover, we received discounts on gas and oil.
  Medvedev even offered an option. Russia will pay Ukraine compensation for Crimea, halving the price of gas and oil compared to the market. And only in the amount of two hundred billion dollars. Instead of recognition of Crimea as Russian.
  Rada hesitated. Temptation was great. Gunmen intensified criticism of Medvedev.
  The situation escalated, but not much.
  Trump met with Medvedev again. The two sides have exchanged awards. Medvedev received the Legion of honor and trump the order of Andrew. The meeting was as friendly as possible. It has been decided to cancel the mutual sanctions. And even sign a kind of Alliance and the military sphere.
  The Communists protested sluggishly. Several tens of thousands of people were taken to the streets. Make some noise.
  Medvedev said that the values of the West are close to the Russian people and there have never been serious disagreements.
  The acting President even reminded that the United States helped very well during the first world war, and during the second world war, too.
  What if not for the American bombing of German factories, the Red army came under the blows of the terrible Nazi tanks series E and jet aircraft. And that three-quarters of the cars in the Soviet army were from Western supplies. And that the West is the most civilized and humane part of the world. And don't fight with him. And the time will come when there will be a single government on the planet.
  That the world is moving towards globalization. And one planet, and in it we have nothing to share! And that the cold war era has long been a thing of the past, and it is not necessary to revive it.
  Medvedev has not dared to scold Putin, but clearly closer to the West. At the same time, we are not going to disarm, but build up our capacity.
  Trump at a personal meeting expressed the understanding that Russia should be strong and resist the onslaught of dictatorships and reactions.
  Medvedev noted that he would not allow himself to be swallowed by China, and that Russia would be a country of exemplary democracy. And also asked when the us will be a real democratization. Will there be direct election of the President of the United States, and will cease to dominate only two parties in Parliament.
  Trump replied that the emergence of new parties is inevitable. And that they have long been there, but not so strong. And I noticed that the system of elections by party lists can be introduced in the United States. And that there is already some progress in this matter.
  Then the us President promised that they will empty the prison and the legislation will be relaxed.
  Further discussed the topic of China... Then of course the question is quite sick. Very strong celestial Empire and totalitarian. What to do? How to weaken this monster?
  Medvedev proposed to unite with Europe, America and other countries and to oust China from Africa and Asian regions. Russia, too, because of China is losing its position-for example in Mongolia. And cheap Chinese weapons, supersedes Russian. And more attention now in China to developments in the field of weapons, which in the future can be dangerous.
  Medvedev in a personal conversation with trump remembered negatively predecessor, who was too fond of friendship with China and enmity with the United States and Europe. But it is clear that NATO will not fight with Russia. While China with the price if the case does not stand up. And of course, it is more than dangerous to raise a totalitarian regime at your side.
  Moreover, China is increasing its military muscles, and ready lupanut in Russia much.
  Touched, and North Korea. Here Medvedev said that Russia is a dangerous neighbor. There's the Stalinist regime, and Medvedev is fighting the remnants of Stalinism. And of course North, Stalin's Korea is not their friend. And that they can even offer the United States to jointly develop defense AND Siberia and America.
  Trump then asked directly: what about the military operation? To spend it together?
  Medvedev replied that it was too risky. Korea has accumulated a large stockpile of nuclear weapons, including a hydrogen bomb. It could disrupt the climate across the planet. And, of course war is not our method.
  By and large, it was necessary for Bush Jr. to solve this problem by military means, and not to get bogged down in Iraq and Afghanistan. To contain the Mujahideen was enough and local forces. Why did you have to lose so many soldiers?
  Trump said that for Afghanistan and Iraq to judge Obama and Bush. Of course, in Afghanistan and Iraq, the Americans could fight with someone else's hands, as was the case with ISIS. What to enter in the Afghanistan army. By strengthening the Taliban? No, everything should be done by local forces and aviation.
  The very fact of the presence of the land forces of the infidels is a huge trump card of radical propaganda. And, of course, it should not have been given into the hands of the Taliban and Sunni radicals. And trump understood that. Understood this and military specialists. They had to understand Bush and Obama, so they and the presidents.
  Would be trump to overthrow Saddam? There's a fifty-fifty chance. Oil prices began to rise and there was a great temptation to plant a puppet regime in Iraq and control the oil market itself. But trump, putting, would be a puppet instead of Sadam, fought with the Mujahideen hands of the Iraqis. I wouldn't risk my troops. And putting Americans at risk.
  In the beginning well it all worked. Saddam Hussein was overthrown in three weeks with almost no losses. And then what happened?
  Trump is logical noticed that not should disband the army and police of Saddam, and followed by putting into senior positions the people, to crush the feeble resistance by the local.
  Trump also in a personal conversation Medvedev expressed indignation about Afghanistan. At first, the Americans were very clever there. And smashed the Mujahideen almost lossless, local hands and bombing.
  For some time, the Taliban did not even lead an active guerrilla war. So why did they begin to introduce ground troops to Afghanistan? One of their transfer to a distance line to Kulick was worth. But the Taliban could also be restrained by the hands of local forces. And only one bombing to be limited. Still need to investigate who suggested such a stupid idea Bush and Obama and judge them.
  He would trump of course this would never be bought. And he didn't make the same mistake.
  Medvedev according to nodded and observed.
  In Afghanistan, too, to enter the army should not have. It was necessary to fight the local army, and support the air force. We made a big mistake by using ground forces there.
  Trump is logically noticed:
  - Well, in Russia people were never pitied. Are we Americans like that? To expose their soldiers under the slaughter? It's not our mentality. Of course, we will judge Obama and Bush for this. It is important for us not to step on the same rake. How to solve the problem of Assad in Syria?
  Medvedev replied with a smile:
  - We need a President who would suit both Russia and the US. And when such a person is found, the problem of Syria will be solved!
  Trump confidently said:
   - Such a person already exists!
   . CHAPTER 5.
  Stella even flashed her eyes like an ambulance lights:
  - After we with a cry of Banzai, your will wrest the Kuril Islands, grab midnight the whole region! The neighbors we will show strength!
  Stalin-Putin again thought about Japan. Almost a hundred million population (with colonies even more!), a very impressive power you can throw at US, and strangle him like an octopus's arms.
  And while the galley, she's so small against the huge battleship as the ship of the enemy, stuck to fairly low for such a colossus Board. The girls threw at her hooks and Velcro, and then began to jump on spikey deck, flickering bare, pink, girlish heels. However, in contact with the barbed surface of the girls involuntarily screamed, but not slowed its pace. Stalin-Putin, waking up from thought, he rushed to help the boarders. And them on meeting gravitated goat cockroaches.
  The girls knocked with them, times cockroach goats short, but very fast strokes.
  Stalin-Putin of the first opponent, secanul a curve scimitar with such force that his scoop was cut, and the horned head flew off meters so on twenty. Captain-President roared:
  - I open as in football, the score-the performance will be higher!
  And confirmation of the words of Stalin-Putin another cockroach-goat collapsed cut in half. Then the mill and the head of the third goat flew to the right.
  A warrior Stella meanwhile, as hard as he drove his goat-vis bare legs hurt in the groin. After what sang:
  - How beautiful the world would be if it wasn't ruined by men! Strong as a rock our team-we are forever United with the Motherland!
  Stalin-Putin then agreed:
  - Yes of course, when we are United-we are invincible! Although there is a nuance and difference between, unite and huddle together!
  Golden-haired girl that were cut just to the left of the captain-President, as I did my cockroach of a goat. She was very nice and not as big as the other girls, but she moved even faster than them. If Stalin-Putin, simply bought these brute force and was crushing opponents as stick in the hands of the young boys nettle, then this thin, almost fragile warrior of solidity. Here, for example, graceful sweep, and the opponent falls on his own ladle.
   Stalin-Putin was surprised, it turns out it is ridiculous at first glance, the weapon is not so harmless, with a cockroach-goat began to peel the skin, and literally fried alive.
  Stella to intercept the confused look of the captain-the President consoled:
  - For us, one touch is not enough, you need to hold such a scoop for a long time, and so it will be just a burn.
  Stalin-Putin was angry at himself, he almost got scared, and rushed to the cockroach goats with such rage that only wool, horns and blood flew in different directions.
  Here is one of the creatures from the kick soared as high that the upper part of the goat-cockroach appeared in the mouth of the pipe. And then finally pushed really black smoke.
  Stella growled.:
  - We've goat-the tramps don't look! In the meantime, just fry and eat!
  The battle had already passed to the galley, the goats retreated, but from time to time their scoops touched, stomachs, or hands of the girls. Also bare heels, very red, and even some of the warriors were covered with small blisters, as if they were fighting on hot coals. Several times goats cockroaches managed to get a scoop and Stalin-Putin, on felt only an easy push. True feet boots, have become hot, although not as painful, such as these warriors. Stalin-Putin was surprised:
  - And why are you so cold, fighting barefoot, and don't you hurt my head to tread soles on these terrible tongue, so thick uchikawa deck?
  Golden-haired thin girl, striking another monster, said:
  - We vowed to endure the cold, deprivation and not to wear any shoes until the bodies of our men are released from the underworld. Once their flesh is suffering, hence our need not to enjoy!
  Stella added.:
  - It's also a good tempering! That's why we girls never get sick, and so on young look, although I already exchanged second a hundred years!
  Stalin-Putin whistled:
  - Unbelievable! You traded the second hundred years! Wow! Although a kiss from the lips only prettier!
  Stella shook her head.:
  - Petting with men is forbidden. The only thing that can be done is women children, but only that we do not feel pleasure at the same time!
  Stalin-Putin from these words was furious even more. The expense of them killed the cockroaches-the goats had already gone on third dozen, and most of his are pretty splattered their toxic green blood.
  Captain-President barked:
  - A woman should have fun in the first place with men. Otherwise, what she is a woman!
  Stella in one fell swoop cut down three goat cockroaches, said:
  - For us the greatest pleasure is to kill enemies!
  Many of the girls on the bodies was and the bruises and the burns, but killed to death among females, the Vikings have not yet been. Stalin-Putin, slyly grinning, said:
   German warrior from the pain of not moaning!
  Stella objected harshly.:
   We're not Germans! We are descendants of Etruscans!
  Stalin-Putin himself, putting his foot goat cockroach in the groin agreed:
  - May you be descendants of the Etruscans! From change composed the sum doesn't change.
  Stella laid another creature, sighed:
   Unfortunately we were taught to subtract and divide!
  Stalin-Putin, in response, growled, they almost cleared the galley, but to captain the führer snatched a real Troll, only with a carrot for a nose. He was kept in the hands of the ladles, and the most real of the pan, which was handled very deftly. Putin-Stalin fought him off even with some difficulty. That same trolls in all fairy tales are considered the most malicious and tenacious creatures. Stella continued to fight with cockroach goats, and even redoubled its efforts, said:
  - It's one of those things that's been eating our men. So and kill her should the man.
  Stalin-Putin nodded willingly:
  - Man so man! Not all women sow death!
  Troll sarcastically barked:
   You the man, give you zilch and not a man anymore!
  Stalin-Putin growled in response:
  - Yes, you piece of shit!
  I almost got hit in the head with a frying pan. Then Stalin-Putin suddenly hit the point of his boot under his knee, the Troll, and simultaneously attacked from two swords to dispel the creature's attention. And passed and Troll, gasping for a moment, lost speed. Stalin-Putin took advantage of this and held a "mill", to demolish the head really failed to cut the clavicle of the creature... That was a success, after which the right hand of the Troll lost mobility. The captain-President, continuing, attack, he was acting like Tyson in his youth - commercially and without a pause for rest, not allowing the enemy to recover and how to protect themselves. Here flew the severed hand of the Troll. The girls, flickering bare legs, barely had time to bounce, although one of them still badly burned bare heel, and limped. But two cockroach-goat embarked on her instantly evaporated.
  The Troll hissed:
  - Here's to you, the same thing will happen!
  Stalin-Putin flashed his teeth:
  - Shit goes to shit, man to man!
  The Troll suddenly threw in the captain-President of the pan, and ran away! Stalin-Putin, however, assumed something similar and did not even beat, but only slightly shifted to the side and launched his scimitar after the adversary. The Troll ran and sang:
  - Not gonna get us! We're lost!
  And so calmed down, punched through the scimitar, the tip embedded itself in the back got out through the chest, but still finished in the appendage of the cockroach-goat. Stalin-Putin has noticed:
  - It's easier to squeeze water out of the sand than to succeed a coward! Fear is like a reverse telescope, in spite of the big eyes, any star are made null and void!
  Stella yelled at him.:
  Pick a scimitar. Otherwise...
  Stalin-Putin rushed to his arms. Of course, Stella's right, in ancient times to lose the shield was considered a shame, or behind the shield, or on the shield. But the sword is doubly shameful. But still to fight with one scimitar is not particularly convenient. Here for the first time and got the scoop on the cheek. Unpleasant slap for the President, even the cheek burned. Stalin-Putin however, immediately punished the offender, so he gave... and flew scraps:
  - An eye for an eye! Tit for tat! Fairy trolls unlike literary win heroes, not moderators!
  Stella yelled at him.:
  - Hurry up before you steal!
  However, it seems the cockroaches-goats don't especially like to miss the scimitar. Apparently this thing is too cool. But to pull "magic" of the dead body of the Troll was not so easy. Apparently this creature was tenacious and didn't want to let go. Stalin-Putin, however, was so strong that vigorously twirled his sword, even if it was strung on someone else's body. Why, he's a tough guy too, captain of naval aviation. Goats are the cockroaches of seeing that such get up, the Troll suddenly squeaked and started to run. Warriors also cheered even more, and Stalin-Putin sang:
  I did not think once here,
  That I would fight elves and trolls!
  But here is a capricious fate,
  With me playing solitaire evil clown!
  
  Here is maps fell out and has now issued term,
  Quite different was the end darling!
  After all can in this world become a white-haired temple,
  Though not old paladins!
  
  Ah, that war, with me beauty of-love,
  I'm not alone, and that's my joy!
  Destiny shouts, does not contradict,
  After all, waiting for you at the end of the reward!
  
  The enemy Troll - his cruel grin,
  Rapid as hell knows no measure!
  God why are you such animals created,
  To what need and the witches, and chimeras!
  
  The Almighty, says in the answer,
  You're too young and don't know much!
  Because the people have more troubles,
  After death in heaven are greater!
  
  But can peace be valued in Paradise,
  When I did not know in this world fatigue!
  And youth eternal flesh swashbuckling,
  Since you are not threatened living creatures that old.
  
  Knowing the mountain you will appreciate,
  Good, dream and female flesh affection!
  When will be interrupted life difficult thread,
  You will find yourself in a fairy-tale universe!
  
  Well, what can be seen well,
  But boring Paradise, since there is no one to fight it!
  After all, it is a mistake to fight sinfully,
  Because the face of Fortune is brighter than the Sun!
  
  I hope the sky will be the new regiment,
  Where are the angels in eternal battles!
  And where demobilization is not sobachat period,
  Where is your chivalry - upright!
  Stalin-Putin, while singing cut and cut, however, already in pursuit. It was such a fight when you're a wolf and your opponent, just the game. And you still persecute, pursue, as ... At all a lion nor to face finish off and pursue defeated enemy, and here is the wolf. Chechens call themselves wolves and ostentatious humility, nothing more than pretense. Naturally, the third great Caucasian war is historically inevitable. The only question is the timing of its beginning. However, the second essentially never ended...
  But the upper deck of the ship-the giant already cleaned. Now it remains to do the internal compartments. The surviving goats are the cockroaches scattered in all the cracks. And catch their need to, although a hundred twenty-girls, too little, for such a large ship.
  Stalin-Putin, having gone down in a compartment, has felt inside a strong stench as if meat and eggs has rotted away. And the stench is so strong that the captain-President involuntarily recoiled back and almost knocked down ... the boy. Yes, it's likely the boy was in shorts and torn sailor, too, barefoot as girls, were holding bloody swords scimitars. Jung himself ( which is of course boy), was small , hardly older than twelve, but looked, well, just as the pioneer-hero from the poster, and we were... a red tie.
  Stalin-Putin asked:
  - Who are you?
  The short-haired, fair-haired boy replied:
  I'm Marat Kazey!
  The President-the captain whistled:
  Come on! You were killed!
  The boy sharply objected:
  - Heroes do not die and live for centuries. In people's memory, or endless gipernovae. I remained as I am, the eternal boy who just changed his pants to shorts, as in the latter world where I lived, it was hot, and the ground flowed a river with condensed milk, which flows into the lake with jam. Such a boring place. So I wanted to fight, freeze, especially since I can not get cold. After all Marat in memory of people remained inflexible, courageous and tempered.
  Other girls as well povyskakivali from the internal compartments and spat vigorously. Have one warriors even threw up. This turned out to be a waste of time with a gas attack. Stalin-Putin suddenly asked the boy:
  - Well, how do we neutralize the stench?
  Marat calmly and confidently said:
  - There are pipes, so the engines are steam. But they are not smoked, then the enemy is found better than that of conventional coal. Maybe even a Princeps-plasma subcosmopolitan trap. - The boy to continue a little faster. - But they did not use this energy, therefore, they have technical problems. Most likely, they are somewhere purchased this turtle battleship, but because of your stupidity, are unable to start the engines. Conclusion. We need to find their remote control and try to fix their ventilation and other systems.
  Stalin-Putin looked at the boy on skepticism:
  - And you think you can fix it yourself? Or do you know mechanics?
  Marat nodded readily.:
  I know! When I died, some luminous beings asked me what kind of world you wanted to live in. And I answered them : "in such that it was possible to kill fascists, to kill fascists, and once again to kill fascists!". But they sent me to that universe. Every day shootings, killings, Germans which have been plaguing, burn down our homes. Well, you kill them, you fight. And so on to infinity, break the squad and them again, as if in your stupid military-economic strategy nashtampuyut. And comrades are dying, in your arms, and always blood, blood, blood. With can drive you crazy, only one thing is good that to kill you can not, although it is a curse. Here I was captured by it: so began to torture. Tortured brutally, even teeth drilled. But then, finally, they got tired of it, and burned me alive. Of course, even a trace of burns left, but what it's like to burn alive. - Cheekbones have Marat backslide, on slightly snub nose rolled down a teardrop. In the end, my nerves had passed, and begged the angels to send me to some peaceful place. They told me what era you want: antiquity, the middle ages, in the new time, the twentieth century, the twenty-first or even more distant future.
  Stalin-Putin smiled Marat:
  - And you apparently wanted to in the future?
  The boy with fair hair nodded:
  - Yes in the Communist bright future. And not too far from reality in the twenty-first century.
  Stalin-Putin cunningly, Lenin squinted:
  - Well, how did you like it?
  Pirate blonde giggled:
  - I would like, in particular, the Internet and television intrigued.
  Marat wanted to answer, but Stalin-Putin suddenly felt that the ship and its surrounding girls started to spread out, and... he was Back in reality.
  He woke up the leader of all time, and at the same time the President of great Russia in the chair. Unpleasant felt that from awkward postures brought back. Stalin-Putin took a few spirited steps around the room and suddenly felt agility, jumped over the chair. In the doorway appeared a Secretary, and such is the beautiful blonde. She barked:
  "My great leader is at your service!"
  Stalin-Putin asked with aplomb:
  - What happened while I was sleeping?
  The blonde, a bit embarrassed, answered:
  - Yes nothing especially comrade Stalin. Only Vlasov defected to the fascists, and his men shot down the plane of the special branch.
  Stalin-Putin slammed his fist on the table and growled:
  What the hell! How could you let this happen!
  The girl stretched out and squeaked:
  - I'm innocent comrade Stalin!
  Vladimir-Joseph growled:
  Who's guilty?
  A blonde girl chirped afraid:
  - Don't know about the greatest!
  Stalin-Putin answered with a smile:
  - Well, since you don't know, I forbid you to wear shoes in the summer as punishment. You'll walk while you're warm and barefoot. At the same time and shoes for the country will save!
  The girl exclaimed with delight:
  - Nice try, comrade Stalin!
  And took off the white shoes and black tights. Yes barefoot girl looked her more beautiful. Stalin-Putin felt a desire. He's a widower, and he's not too old. And the Secretary is beautiful, shapely, legs chiseled, fingers neatly trimmed.
  However to make love right in the office too much, but maybe in the country, in a separate bedroom.
  Stalin-Putin to distract from thoughts about the female body, and a tanned, barefoot girl's feet called people's Commissar of the ascension. It was lunchtime, but the narc was waiting for him.
  The question was:
  - How about the T-54?
  Ascension replied:
  - The idea to place the engine and transmission across offered in the fortieth year. But in order to implement this, you need to grind some technical details. And so the idea is very promising!
  Stalin-Putin rigidly observed:
  - Time stands on the edge of war. I need a T-54 as soon as possible!
  Here the leader-the President recovered:
  - Not just me, but the whole country! And all progressive humanity, and the cause of communism!
  Voznesensky hastened to assure the leader:
  - We will make every effort to introduce the t-54 tank as soon as possible, but... Maybe, instead of a 100-mm gun, use a more modest, but already mass-produced 85-mm caliber!
  Stalin-Putin frowned:
  That's a weak cannon! Soon the Germans will have "Tigers" and "Panthers", against them 85 millimeters, hollows only at close range.
  Voznesensky asked again:
  - "Tigers" and "Panthers"?
  Stalin-Putin willingly confirmed:
  Yeah new tanks are here pancala. What don't you know about them?
  Ascension lost said:
  - For the first time I hear comrade Stalin ... is it heavy or medium cars?
  Leader, the President confidently said:
  - Rather heavy. "Tiger" weighs fifty six tons, and" Panther", forty four and a half. And the Tiger has an 88-millimeter cannon.
  Voznesensky whistled:
  - Yes strong monster! But the development of a hundred millimeter cannon will take time. And projectiles for it. Can try the caliber of 122 millimeters?
  Stalin-Putin objected:
  - It's for heavy tanks. We need a more practical car fighter. In General, difficulties to scare us don't have. How about we create a MIG-15?
  Voznesensky noticed:
  - We can do anything, but within reason. There is still a lot of work on jet aviation. While we are trying to produce as much equipment as possible.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - We need new tanks. With guns capable to shoot quickly. Here, for example, you should create a car with a 130-millimeter gun. To beat like a fly swatter. We need a tank that would surpass all analogues in the world.
  Voznesensky calmly replied:
  - So such tank there is comrade Stalin. For example, KV-1-85. He is able to hit German cars, and he is invulnerable to their fire. A bit of a down performance, but...
  The leader-the President broke off Voznesensky:
  - We need two tanks: one heavy seventy tons со130-millimeter cannon, the other in thirty-six tons of 100-mm. They will be our main striking force. Best of the best. One is, the other T-54.
  Ascension with a sigh noticed:
  - It is very difficult to quickly create a fundamentally new machine, and even with a gun, which was not previously in service with tank troops. We need the efforts of designers and the best engineers. While this is all problematic...
  Stalin-Putin said severely:
  - I don't limit you in means, but I limit in time. Can you do it in six months?
  Voznesensky waved his head negatively and answered seriously:
  - It'll take at least two years!
  Stalin-Putin angrily replied:
  For two years the war will be over! Need much faster! Do you understand comrade Voznesensky?
  The Commissar replied with an effort:
  - We will try to do everything as quickly as possible comrade Stalin, but ... but to promise for six months to develop and the tower, and to adjust the engine and transmission, and the gun and shells to it is completely unrealistic! And especially with a heavy tank. Plus the difficulties of wartime. Although we will do our best, comrade Stalin.
  The chief President softened slightly and asked:
  - A T-34 as in production?
  Voznesensky proudly responded:
  - We are building up comrade Stalin. Everything goes according to plan and even ahead of schedule.
  Stalin-Putin has noticed:
  - Thirty-four armor is weak, gun is also. We need something more powerful. You yourself should understand this perfectly!
  Voznesensky seriously responded:
  - While coping with the Germans. But we will develop weapons for the future. It's not minuemo!
  Stalin-Putin proposed:
  - Create a machine that nothing would break. And think about the future!
  Then the chief President called Beria. Inquired:
  - Well, how did Japan get the information?
  The people's Commissar of internal Affairs surely answered:
  - Yes, comrade Stalin!
  Stalin-Putin said:
  Will they believe us?
  Beria with a twinkle in his voice said:
  Have to believe! Clean work!
  Stalin-Putin muttered angrily:
  - So and with Rommel to not was overlays!
  Then the chief President hung up. Yeah it turned out like planned. But there arose in the soul of the fluctuations. And is it worth weakening the US, which is now its allies. For example, the Hawaiian archipelago will fall, America will not be sunetsya in Europe, and the landing in Morocco will not take place. But in this case of course they will have to win the Third Reich themselves.
  Conversations with the military somewhat diminish self-confidence. The latest technology is not so easy to develop and not to drive into the series. So it may be that the war with the Third Reich is not a victorious walk. At all he its in the details not remembers. At Stalingrad began the red Army offensive on 19 November 1942. Paulus surrendered on 2 February 1943. He knows that. Remember from school. But where exactly attacked the Germans on the Voronezh direction. Who knows, except specialists in world war II. The President of Russia did not have time to read the details of the second world war. He knew about it, what is known to most. The beginning of 22 June 1941, the end of the 9 on may 1945. Then, on 28 June 1942 the Germans launched an offensive on the Voronezh direction already know few Russians. But the details of the operational and especially the tactical. This at all, perhaps, deal units.
  Well I do not know the President, a decisive day thousands of issues and has traveled almost the whole world such details. Remembers roughly, that Soviet troops had preponderance in forces, but would still lost. Here the question of what to do? Not to interfere with the military handle it internally? To let the Germans in Stalingrad? Or is it to break them even at Voronezh? Ah, to remember the details of this battle.
  But who from normal people, or even presidents this remembers. Midway is an exception, as is the knowledge of the Hawaiian Islands. And something about the African campaign.
  Rommel, of course, a talented military leader, maybe even great. But he was plagued by indecision after the fall Toluca. He wanted to prepare a plan of further attack and did not expect that the British would retreat to El Aman. And they managed to settle in defense. Here was Rommel a chance was missed. It's just a couple of days. And Britain is broken! And now the Balkans Churchill will only dream.
  . CHAPTER 6.
  The red army, having suffered several defeats, temporarily moved to defense. Unsuccessful was for her in may and early June. The Fuhrer also received secret intelligence on Africa. Very valuable, which could give control of colossal territory. Very rich in natural resources. And all the weight of the fighting was transferred to The black continent.
  There are actively being transferred to the reinforcement. Including something beautiful and unique in elegance.
  A company of girls from a special battalion of SS "tigress" flew on a transport plane Me-323 in Tunisia. Girl warrior was all as on selection-young and not married yet. Mostly high athletic blonde, the color of the German nation, her blood and juice.
  Two girls honey blonde and fiery red stand out among other warriors, too, by the way, worthy of the podium for its beauty, and seriousness in the eyes. If all the other warriors were among the relatively experienced fighters, who had to smell the gunpowder in France, Russia and the Balkans. But not so too much for the transience of fighting and not wanting to send girls into the Inferno. They already fight, these two were very young, almost girls the last moment, replacing the dead during the air RAID. Of course also trained from the entire German thoroughness, but also are innocent because they just turned sixteen. Real roses thrown in the desert.
  Fiery red "tigress" asked his girlfriend blonde:
  - The British army has many blacks. They are very rude and cruel, and imagine Magda, what happens if you get captured and start the torture?
  The honey blonde replied calmly:
  - I will try not to fall into the captivity of Christine, but if it is still the will of the Lord, will not give anything to the enemies!
  Redheaded Christina whispered:
  - Rumor has it that soon will begin a great offensive in the East with Russia. And have tightened forces, concentrated force. No wonder because the army called so many infantry, the girls say that the villages, almost no men left!
  Magda agreed with a sigh:
  - That would be terrible! To wage war, with Russians: brutal and fanatical, with their boundless open spaces and harsh winters. This will be, something a terrible!
  The redhead objected.:
  - Russian could not win, even a tiny Finnish army, and we broke, the largest enemy forces! Under us is the whole of Europe, and Rommel destroys the British in Africa. Why do you think you'll lose?
  Magda reluctantly replied:
  - The Russians have a large population, and vast expanses. They'll consume too many troops! And if we do not have time to take the capital of Russia before the winter, our soldiers will be elementary to freeze, and equipment upset, and bogged down in the snow, it will be elementary awful!
  Cristina shook her head vigorously.:
  - Oh, don't talk about such nasty things, let's sing some romance. About love...
  Magda innocent smile, agreed:
  - Better still, sing it!
  Girl, "Tigress" began to sing, their crystal clear voices:
  Pearl, trembling hairstyle,
  Nervous, I am shivering!
  I'm a girl as timid birch,
  I'm afraid to move and breathe!
  
  And that whispers in your ear of fresh air?
  Crunches under the foot barefoot sand...
  And there is no me happier on the planet,
  When I walk into the woods with you!
  
  Open up your favorite me a big secret,
  As heart of managed bewitch!
  But your face is so sad?
  On his forehead was wrinkle thin thread!
  
  I a young man with a longing meets;
  The war will keep you apart for a long time!
  To find us a place in the forests of Paradise,
  Defeated, got to hell Satan!
  
  In response, nodded to the slender birch,
  You're more than a heart friend!
  Though the outcome of the battle may be tearful,
  But God Jesus is the shepherd with us!
  
  Dispel the demons of hell - evil shadows,
  To groves blossomed greens!
  Stroke my tanned knees,
  Hold me tight with your sweet embrace!
  
  And he answered like a virgin in jest,
  Said the ringing spreading branches;
  And will wait for me you're the year of the dove?
  The temptation of hot cranes is strong!
  
  In response he said I strictly,
  - Civilian will not stand at the machine!
  And I like the military road,
  Want fight, the evil win!
  
  Came to the point - cut down a branch-braids,
  I was given a new disk to the machine!
  Though the grass and cry like the pearls of dew,
  Why innocence has become like a soldier!
  
  Then that the birthplace of my dear,
  Motherland beyond the stars burning in your heart!
  Not the gut that to waste on a bed,
  And to spend the night with a rifle in a tent!
  
  He comes to win, believe it Holy,
  After all our deal-right always!
  Well, smile happier guys,
  We are waiting for, believe me good luck!
  Together with them sang all kinds, and the girls shook their heads and patted palms. But here their idyll was interrupted, the siren howled and English planes appeared in the sky! The Spitfires tried to attack the supply caravan. Towards them bravely rushed ME-109 from escort convoy. Fiery-red Christina even jumped for joy:
  - Here is she begins battle in the air! That's awesome!
  Magda confirmed excitedly:
  - Here is now our, them will fall!
  The English Spitfire was eighteen, and the German "Messers" fifteen, not much of a difference. Scoring machine guns and aircraft cannon. Cristina chuckled and pointed her finger:
  - Here's a look how our hammer them! Beauty!
  Magda spoke philosophically:
  - The fight will win not the strongest, and the meanest as to provoke it, and to not to get involved!
  - War is a competition where everyone is disqualified before the start! - Christine Supported.
  He is from the English "Spitfire" has already caught fire, and began to fall, after it began to fall and the German... the Battle began to erupt with even greater ferocity. British aircraft had machine-gun armament, and the Germans had guns in some 20 - millimeters one thing, the other three 20 - millimeter guns, but these machines, there were only two... Speed characteristics and maneuverability are almost the same, perhaps even the ME-109 even less weight and turns it makes faster. But the British are not so simple, here are three of their fighter rushed to transport, not paying attention to the cover fire. Inside girls-tigress yelled:
  - Come on, guys, don't miss it! Forced fire!
  Red-haired Christina as squeals:
  - Four! Four!
  The me-323 a tremendous transport capable of carrying up to 200 people, it has six machine guns defensive weapons. They are arranged by the "hedgehog" system and begin to scribble... Fighters firing, and large caliber bullets pierce the skin and penetrate the coating. Female warriors bounce and squeal like pigs:
  Son of a bitch.
  One of the girls is hooked, and she's convulsing. Jumps to her lady doctor and then says:
  - Punched through-and-through! - And he's dressing her. - She calms down and tries to hold back moans.
  But "Messerschmitt" comes the English fighter to the rear, accurate shots and he turns and drops. Tiger girls roar:
  - Great! This is our guy!
  At this point, the gunner covering the fuselage ( and this is a man) falls through the bullet through. Magda rushes like lightning, clings to the wire and falls, her boots fly off. Young girl flashing barefoot, pink heels a couple of jumps through the downed body, jumps to the machine gun and presses the trigger. From the trunk spits lead and "Spitfire" loses control, begins to fall into a corkscrew.
  Girls-tigress squeal and shout:
  - Puck! Puck! Germany against Britain, two -zero!
  Magda however, the second fighter shot down did not have time, it was destroyed by German pilots. Air battles are fleeting, and having lost more than half of the fighters, the British fled. The score was 11 to 3 in favor of the Germans. Girls in the answer shouted, so happily and shook hands each other. Praised and blonde Magda, which is not confused and recorded to its credit the first downed plane, his victim! The girl flushed from the strong waves and muttered:
  - I didn't remember myself! Was it something like that? Quite already unthinkable! I'm in a trance...
  Kristina with a sour grin and muttered:
  And I do not forgive delay. So just picked up when you braked!
  Commander Roth Margaret comforted Christine:
  - There are still so many fights! That's Africa!
  Cristina giggled and took off.:
  - Small children are not for anything in the world, do not walk children in Africa walk! In Africa sharks, in Africa gorillas, and Africa big crocodiles! But the Great Reich; we were told - don't worry!
  All the tigress girls laughed in unison. How cool was that?...
  The capital of Tunisia, also bears the name, Tunisia it is the main base of the Nazis in Africa. Germany's main ally: Mussolini entered world war II only on June 17, five days before the surrender of France. He wanted to "win", or rather kick, already defeated enemy to get a lot of territorial gains. Well, in case of failure of Germany, to open the second southern front against the Third Reich! Italian army acted, not very successfully and not despite the overwhelming numerical preponderance, was able price huge losses move only on several kilometers. But since Mussolini is not particularly successfully entered the war. In the future, the Italians fought very poorly. Bits in Greece, despite the numerical superiority, in Ethiopia, having almost five times more power than the British, and in Libya lost almost the entire territory with already started to develop oil wells.
  But Rommel young General, who joined the Nazi party, even before Hitler came to power, struck the British strongest counterattack. And he began the offensive before the transfer of the main forces with only ten tanks and fifty disguised as a tank truck. Swift shot that was captured the best British General Matter, and almost all of Libya back under control of the Nazis. However, a well-fortified fortress Talbuk, so stupidly handed over by the Italians, it's still up! Rommel has only two hundred tanks, and all T-1 and T-2, that is, light, and two hundred Italian are generally machine-gun tankettes weighing 2.7 tons. Of course, such forces are hard to fight a Matilda with a frontal armour of 78 mm and 70 mm "Cromwell". While the front is temporarily stable, both sides are saving up power...
  This was followed by a relatively successful English offensive. The Germans retreated, captured thirty thousand Italians. Then Rommel prompting a rassredotocheniem English forces nighttime a series of strikes. Causing Talbuk reclaimed. And new major successes have been achieved.
  Company SS landed at the airport and they immediately blew hot African air. Another would be the summer, June and Africa! Girls however, tried to fasten and not to show that they are hot. And then there's Margaret ordered:
  - Let's March through the desert! And at the same time we will test sunscreens, you will jump in bathing suits!
  Girls tigress frowned again over them arrange the experiments. Although of course in a swimsuit in this heat is much nicer than the uniform, and even body armor, which can also make you wear.
  Girls quickly changed clothes in the bath costumes, painted the color of the desert, began to smear protective cream, which, by the way, still has to help them quickly tan. Magda helped to smear Christina, and that Magda. Redheaded noticed:
  - Here are all Tunisia, in the outskirts of the slums, only in the center fifty stone houses and a dozen mosques. I've read fairy tales and expect to see the Arabs magnificent palaces with fountains and gardens!
  Magda sighed and replied.:
  - Alas, if our world was like a fairy tale! Alas, our world is merciless, unjust, insidious! Groans and suffers the pangs of the flesh!
  Cristina continued.:
   But a smart man, nice progress! At least God seems to have forgotten him!
  Left alone bathing suits, and slightly before applying the cream rinsed in cool water, beautiful girls experienced some relief. If in the plane, it was not so hot, at the airport and the city just hell. True, other tigresses have already managed to fight in Greece, where April is warm, but still not as in Africa in the summer.
  After the shower, the girls were in leather flip-flops, but Margaret ordered:
  - To take up another cream and carefully lubricated soles! You will March through the desert barefoot! That blink-understood, so proceed.
  Girls-tigress rubbed her elegant feet bare, legs of girls, without much enthusiasm. After all, the sand of the Sahara, it's almost a hot frying pan. However, there is still close to the coast, and often fall overgrown with grass meadows. But running bare soles over rocks, gravel,sand, what has the African Sun done? It's all the wildness!
  However, the girls-tigresses are not so gentle, the elite training program includes marching throws for girls from the Women's German Union, and also often barefoot, and cross-country. So, that warriors not debate!
   In General for Nazi Germany's nature, craving for various experiments. Hitler is an ardent admirer of Nietzsche's theory of the Superman, or the man of the future. He must be stronger, faster, smarter and more violent than modern man. A true German soldier must be: strong, fast, hardened-because he is an Aryan! But Aryan, giving birth to heroes, have to be bogatyrki, but the power to educate! Therefore, the most well-trained girls train hard, harden, educate! That's their kind, genetically gifted beauties, must undergo extreme training in the African deserts: to prove that the Aryan and the Aryan all the tests on the shoulder, and not the barrier that can not take - invincible and brave soldiers of the Third Reich!
  And that company, leaving a military town, runs along a narrow, rocky rods Tunisia.
  Barefoot girly black heel prick, sharp stones of the road, and brutally hot. But the grease really softens slightly burns, and when you run fast, not so much bake, though the sun was past noon and the temperature maximum. However, the grimy Arab children are shallow, black heels, without any cream and do not even wrinkle. You can see the calluses on the soles. Almost naked girls in swimsuits and developed muscular bodies, men Arabs look; open-mouthed, and women faster are dealt in hand, even more wrapped in a black burqa.
  And muscular girls-tigress run; holding on a shoulder machine guns and each backpack with supplies and grenades. And that's a total of twenty pounds ... Even if you consider that the girls picked up physically strong, and not for the first year training in Spartan conditions, it is still weight, especially if the heat of fifty degrees in the shade, and it is necessary to overcome the marathon distance.
  Magda runs, trying to breathe as correctly as possible to have enough strength. She although not so much lived, but her last eight years, passed in a special school for the children of the genetic elite. But this does not mean that they lived in comfortable conditions. On the contrary, the rise at five in the morning, dousing with an ice shower, hard charging, hour jog and then a couple of hours of work. Then study, before lunch, again training, including combat sparring. Military training, training, training, up to ten hours, then lights out. The food, though good, but the meat is not allowed, vegetables, fruits, fish, pastry and sweets, just for the führer's birthday, Christmas day and 1 May. Free time almost no, it is strictly regulated... are prepared for the people of the future who were supposed to rule the Earth. Himmler himself the head of the SS was held under the supervision of such a program.
  I thought Magda about the Nazis and Hitler? What and taught that Hitler is the greatest genius of all times and peoples, invincible military commander and future ruler of the Earth. And also, like the first Aryan Jesus Christ, the vicar of the Almighty God commanded to conquer this and other cosmic worlds!
  And indeed Germany won, and faith in the Fuhrer grew stronger! But now she's actually in the war. They run brown from the grease guys in the desert, her bare feet being warmed by the mixture of sand and gravel, and is already beginning to be felt increasing fatigue; pain in calves, back, and dry mouth. But she is a true Aryan, and will never break! Let her heart burst before she gives up. And not the first time Magda, this is run. I remember they made a forced March through the mountains.
   Barefoot, the girl Magda with a submachine gun on her shoulder, ran along the sharp stones of the pass, completely cutting the soles, so that the stones were bloody traces, but made its way to the end. So she's gonna give up now? No! And again no! Will fight to the end until the distance passes. The truth never, he didn't run in this heat, but... With something and we had to start to get to the end of the test, and believe in future victories! And not in Germany: this and she had no doubt, and of victory over yourself!
  Here has become easier, and opens a second wind in trained lungs... the Sun already tends to decline, and stifling heat recedes. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, but backtracking!
  Redhead Christine is also affected, but is to be secured. They are Magda longtime girlfriend, even a bed in the girls ' barracks were nearby. Often they sparred with each other. Two friends deprived of childhood and early adulthood. However, because life is struggle, an eternal struggle. And perhaps the greatest tragedy for humanity and for each individual will be when there is nothing to fight for!
  For the first time Christine saw Hitler at a rally; when she was just five years or even less. Then he was not yet the Fuhrer of great Germany, but only one of the opposition politicians. But it felt something special: the indescribable charisma of this leader, with a small mustache! What specifically said the future Fuhrer, Christina did not remember. Adolf Hitler spoke very emotionally, vigorously waving his fists, often uttered the words: great Germany, valor, honor, chivalry, strength, dignity! And the whole crowd just growled in indescribable delight. And what were the applause. And even then Christina realized that before her God incarnate!
  So she remembered this day! Her parents adored the Fuhrer, long before Hitler came to power. Joined the party in the late twenties, when the chances of the Nazis to come to power seemed illusory, and the Nazis scored two or three percent of the vote! Well, the Fuhrer was already a Fuhrer and a true leader! But it took a brutal crisis that shook to the ground all the foundations of society that Germany found its leader in it. The girl grew up in the harsh conditions of the elite barracks, where he spent eight years, but never in the soul don't hate the führer.
  Even when her girlfriends and other cruel flogged wide(so as not to cut the skin!) belts, or sent to the punishment cell, where he had to push the wheel in front of him. Also sophisticated punishment, invented in the SS. You turn the wheels, and the body attached sensors, which beats the current. The faster you twirl, the electricity pounding weaker, and when a stronger slow. A kind of mixture of punishment for misconduct and physical training. They were tempered and trained in the Style of ancient Sparta, which was admired by Hitler and his chief policeman, and the executioner of the Third Reich himler!
  As the Fuhrer said: "a German boy should tolerate beatings from childhood and get used to cruelty!". Well, Himmler was disseminated by a thesis and girls! So he liked to quote Nietzsche - cruelty, cruelty and more cruelty cementing the nation!
  The distance of fifty or even a little more kilometers has already been passed, a huge load in such heat and with a load, for such little girls. Magda, Christina no longer felt their bodies, they ran like a sleepwalker, feeling something tearing muscles, and dull pain in the head. But now the team should be:
  - Step up! Enough for the first time!
  Girls slow down and go for a quick step. My heels are starting to itch, even harder. Magda whispered to Christine.:
  - From hell to purgatory!
  Girlfriend not agreed to:
   Purgatory to heaven!
  The stony soil is over and the bare, exhausted legs of the girls enter the soft, emerald grass. Magda cried.:
  - And what bliss, after the torture of spiky rocks, and burning Sands of the desert, to walk like a velvet carpet natural!
  This time Christina willingly agreed:
  - Of course, it really is Paradise! After such a harsh March! But I think it will be even harder.
  When the tigress girls finally came to the platform, Margaret stopped them and ordered them to lie down on their backs. Rude felt the first ten warriors feet and said with evident satisfaction:
  - Lovely! And the skin does not peel, and no blisters on the sole. And even the heels are not dusty, remained rosy, as if you had just come out of the bath! - Tall Margaret, made pause, and suddenly with speed electric storm threw the dagger. The blade flashed as puchenii a student from mirrors solar Bunny, and the edge nailed a large, black Scorpion. The SS officer's voice became rougher and the beautiful features of the maiden's face tighter. - Tomorrow we'll run from morning till evening. That faces curve - Aryan or not? If Yes the must withstand, those who will fall, we'll shoot on place! On the first, the second pay the price.
  After recounting, the girls were still forced to do push-UPS, and do the press, and then mercifully sent to sleep. You can relax for now.
   Magda dreamed that she was fighting in the German Horde, against the Roman legions. Furious girls attack the soldiers of Rome. Warrior is only slightly covered breast plates, and thigh loincloths. And against them warriors with iron armor.
  The Romans are trying to shoot the girls with ballistae and catapults. But clever devils Dodge heavy stones in different directions. Then like a wave of surf engulf the Romans. They are literally suffocating it of pressure and splash, swift strokes of a sword. And Roman soldiers fall, cut to pieces, with their heads cut off.
  Magda screams at the top of her throat:
   I'll be champion!
  Her swift strokes, slanting movements are irresistible. Here is struck with his sword a Roman centurion. Magda shouted deafeningly.:
  - Evil spirit-go to hell!
  The girl dodges the sword and stabs her in the groin. The opponent falls down. And beauty roars:
  - My, truth, on language!
  Here falls Christina cut down the Roman flag. The girls trample him with their bare, slightly dusty legs. Leave on the canvas of fine traces.
  And cross the ranks of the Romans. Warriors fall and girls scream at the top of their throats:
  - Puck! Puck!
  Magda received a heavy blow with the sword and he jumped back. She was attacked by a powerful Legionnaire. Girl with hard fought back from his long weapons. The blonde, stepping back slightly, forced the enemy to miss. He roared like a Buffalo. Made a wide scope. And the edge of the sword Magda, for a moment, beating the giants, it pierced him right in the throat.
  The as if thrown to the ground kit, I threw out a fountain of blood and began to fall.
  Magda smirked and growled.:
  - That's how tigresses fight!
  Then chirped:
  - This means there is a war... Bad aunt and the bitch she is! - The girl jumped up, reproduced in a jump a turntable, cut down the Roman and continued singing. - But without it so bored on Earth. Battles lovingly meet in a dream!
  The girl was slaughtered by the Romans, the Legionnaires were pressed. The warriors fell, with them fell and warriors. There was an offensive of the German maiden army. Christina hit her opponent's heel in the bridge of her nose, and broke it, causing a trickle of blood. Girl tweeted:
  - We are the warriors of Attila! And very cute!
  The first Legion of Romans was almost completely killed. His remains fled. But the battle came two selected Legion. The girls flew the dart, and the warrior began to incur losses. But still with a furious fury attacked the Romans. Those used the construction of "turtle" and literally shuddered under the girlish onslaught.
  Magda picked up the blade of the sword "Turtle" and growled:
  - I am the warrior of the light! Warrior snow and wind!
  She managed to brush off the Roman warrior, in her hit the dart. The girl hissed:
  - It'll only make you feel worse!
  Warriors, stumbled on a turtle, slightly flustered. But the morale of the beauties not faded. But they resorted to tactical deception. Ran, flickering bare heels. And counting on the Romans to chase them.
  And it happened. Enraged, the soldiers of the Empire, left behind them. Besides the sweaty girl's body is too tempting shone for the hungry to caress Legionnaires. But it was only a cunning trap. Girls easily jumped through the stakes, and when the heavy ran up the Romans, the stakes have risen and struck them in the chest.
  . CHAPTER 7.
  Finally, the long-awaited message about the battle of midway came. And the mustachioed face of Putin-Stalin was beaming with happiness. Japan won the biggest victory. The United States lost four aircraft carriers and many other ships and were defeated. Hundreds of American pilots found their deaths. The Japan did not suffer the loss of any one ship. And this is the greatest achievement Of the land of the Rising Sun. After receiving accurate information, the Japanese worked, like a coherent mechanism, and sunk all that could sink. The biggest victory!
  What happened in real history did not happen! America has not changed the course of the Pacific war. The US has an additional hemorrhoids, which should distract them from the atomic bomb. That's good. However, you can reduce the supports under lend-lease. This is worse. Not really, though, and now supply. And the USSR copes with the issue of weapons.
  Putin-Stalin congratulated Beria on the excellent operation and awarded him the order of Lenin. So far everything was going according to plan. And it is clear that Rommel will not give an oak. Or more precisely failure.
  On the Eastern front relative calm. While, however, the Germans stormed Sevastopol. And they finish off the second shock army of Vlasov, who has already ordered her to surrender. Anyway may came all violently with a series of unsuccessful Russian battles. While its leader Stalin-Putin did not have time to Orient and events developed by inertia. The Germans, in any case, won and this is a sad fact. They were superior to Soviet forces in the organization, had a significant number. But the red Army did not have enough equipment. And what to do in this case?
  Stalin-Putin had no experience of command of troops. In the course of the war in Chechnya, everything was done by the professionals, and it is in the course of the fighting did not intervene. Perhaps it was reasonable and justified. Just do not interfere with the military, and they are having five times more soldiers and twenty techniques somehow understand.
  And here war which needs to be solved large-scale and unusual equipment. Where to hit? Knowledge about this period is very limited. Stalin-Putin remembered the attack in the center. In the Rzhev-Sych direction. Only in the most General terms. The offensive has achieved limited success. But the Soviet troops suffered heavy losses. But diverted some of the troops from Stalingrad.
  So to advance or not to advance. Maybe it's better to reinforce the Voronezh direction, and there to stop the Germans in the Bud. Or allow the Nazis to reach Stalingrad and the Nazis, as in the real history of the throttle?
  Options can be different. Stalin-Putin hesitated. He is not a commander or a strategist. Aviation will not be able to bomb the Germans. And this is not a war in Syria with semi-savage militants. Here you are opposed by a well-organized army, which has equipment no worse than the Soviet one. Aviation, perhaps, even the Germans will be better. And more effective. YAK-9 has not yet entered mass production. And German aces stronger than Soviet.
  Tanks while the Germans are not the best but... T-3 long-barreled gun 60 E is almost equal to thirty in lethal force weapons. And optics of the German tanks and the visibility even better. And the T-4 with the newest gun, maybe it will be stronger. And moreover most Soviet tanks lungs. And release is not a heavy car, though, and in greater quantities than the Germans.
  Here of course there are different versions of the war. Again to come as near Kharkov? To defend? Try to hook up the enemy? In the mind of Stalin-Putin has any Association with the sickle, cut the ears of corn. I remembered that the brilliant plan of Einstein led to the defeat of the allied forces in the fortieth year Churchill called a double strike sickle. And that really is where the Germans had achieved a sensational victory.
  So, do you want to muzzle the Nazis?
  Stalin-Putin was fun and he sang:
  - In world stifling heat and snowfall, the world and is poor and rich. Over Russia flag tricolor, and shoots machine gun!
  A Secretary entered the room. She was now barefoot, that really was her white hair. Blondes is the lack of shoes. Legs, truth, she has carefully washed, and not too tanned.
  She brought the chief of coffee and wine. And I was surprised why Stalin does not smoke.
  Leader, the President replied with a smile:
  - Smoking is not we are not Stalinist! Here and you still smoke get sticks on the heels!
  The girl shrieked and whispered.:
  - I won't smoke, comrade Stalin!
  The chief President laughed and said,:
   Sit with me! I have yet to write!
  The girl shyly sat down ... Stalin-Putin, could not resist, began to stroke her bare knees. Desire to have him became all stronger. Oh, he's not old at all! So what if Stalin is sixty-three years old? He is still going strong.
  When he was President of Russia, he had to restrain his libido. And generally lived like a tiger in a cage. You're afraid to say too much. Or a girl. What he didn't want with the girls. But there was some pathological fear of gossip, which could cost him a couple of percent of the vote.
  And in General, he overly clamped himself, because of this it is visible and there was a stroke that killed the head of state. I missed having a woman's body.
  Stalin in this regard is much better. He's always right, he always has secretaries on hand. And Stalin in any case will receive unanimously. Now the girl is cute and smiles genuinely. She likes that he caresses Stalin. And it is quite natural. He's like a God to her.
  Things here at the front go is important. Stormed Sevastopol. Einstein uses heavy artillery. Finishing off Vlasov's army. There are also disturbing rumors from the Far East. It's like the Japanese army is getting stronger. And that's not so great anymore.
  Stalin-Putin called Zhdanov. He picked up the phone and growled:
  - Listen to comrade Stalin!
  The chief President gave a stern order:
  - Increase the number of produced equipment especially guns! To in powder rolled up!
  He muttered:
  - Yes, comrade Stalin.
  Stalin-Putin bent down to the Secretary and began to unbutton her dress. Oh, is the calm and the mechanism worked out it'll have to wait. How many years he so lived without a female body? And is the President of Russia - the great Empire! Not had sex, something that is not deprived and the homeless. And let no one dare disturb him.
  What a blonde Busty and curvaceous. You can see the athlete. And with it he will be so good!
  Artillery, guards regiment named after Voroshilov held the defense at the junction of two rivers. After the death of the commander Colonel Hovik Abrahamyan, to perform the duties of the commander was major Ivan Budanov. Just a young guy volunteer came to the front when he was sixteen taking part in the winter battles near Moscow. Distinguished himself more than once, especially near Tula and not yet having seventeen years old, became a major. Ivan Budanov tall, broad chest four orders, he even represented the title of hero of the USSR, but the arrogant official thought that the award of a gold star can only be posthumously!
  Ivan sat on the armor of the tank and smoked, twisting in paper shag. A bad habit, but the nerves are very much inflated-maybe in an hour we will all be destroyed.
  Glimpses of bare, dusty heel of girls.
   His beard is not yet grown, what Budanov was glad, as it eliminates the need to shave. And watch as the soldiers go wild... On the armor of a tank fell from the branches icicle, split like a crystal vase on the floor. Major far-flung the half-smoked cigarette:
   All the rest is finished! Now it's time to fight!
  To the artillery regiment was seconded a dozen tanks, but after the recent battles there were only two. The biggest problem was the lack of ammunition. Troops too quickly retreated to the forty-first, losing factories and warehouses. They were beaten, and the Germans cut communications. So had to fight not equal, the regiment badly thinned. The surviving guns buried deeper into the ground, the tired soldiers worked hard with shovels. Budanov jumped off the tank and began to help his subordinates. Beside him labored Lieutenant Tatiana Maslova.
   The young barefoot girl too already managed to be at war, having trampled down on war roads. Tall, shoulders developed, from carrying weights, and the hard work of a great big shovel, she seemed older than her just seventeen years old. In the last fight, it came to hand-to-hand and half of the gentle maiden's face turned blue from the blow of the butt.
  Tatiana smiled Ivan:
  - What about the commander? Okay, I see you want to stretch! I a shovel, and you't, I pump, and you its nose.
  Budanov shook his head, and began to throw mud stronger, his sonorous almost boyish voice sounded like a broken violin:
  - Three thousand soldiers and officers in our regiment survived not more than a thousand! Hitler didn't die badly because of that. Even from the fact that the Nazis broke at Moscow, the war was not, not for a second softer rather weaker. And that all our efforts could go to waste?
  Barefoot and confident Maslova objected:
  - It is agony of the Wehrmacht! The more we take down the Nazis here, the less we have to exterminate the brown locusts in Europe. So, let the Nazis, as it were coming! And we will stand and fight!
  Budanov gripped the shovel with such force that the tree cracked, and the palm turned pale. With anger delivered:
  - Not one step back! Stop backing down! We must advance, advance, and advance again! This is our way!
  Barefoot Maslova agreed:
  - The army is a snowball when you roll grows when it melts! But with the Germans, I hope it will be the opposite .
  Digging, the girl took off shirt and was left in a shirt. Budanov suddenly caught himself looking at her lush Breasts swaying under a thin cloth.
  Nature demanded love, especially in the spring and especially at the beginning of summer, but in war it is impossible to allow similar luxury, besides, and suddenly the child? Not only after the war, they marry in a Church, now it is fashionable. Budanov digging strengthened, with increasing pressure thought. Interestingly, and if God? If so, then why allow people suffered misery and humiliation. Let a man be sinful, but is it worth making him more sinful? And how is it possible not to sin. Did God himself not killed or tortured people, for example, sending sickness, hitting the humanity in such a curse as old age! So why should people be better than God?
   On the other hand, Lenin said: God is just a Scarecrow which classes of exploiters were exploiting. The main creative force in the universe, according to Ilyich - is the man himself! What sounds logical, the gun was invented by people, not God. Orthodox priests taught that human God created the snake in the grass, so try to fly, a great sin! But the man soared into the sky against all obscurantism. Other worlds will fly, it is only a matter of time. As in the novel Belyaeva jump into the void. First the Moon, Mars, then other worlds outside the Solar system. He is still very young and if you survive in this war, it may well have time to walk on Mars. How to know and damned frightening old age is defeated by the power of Communist science. The motorcycle replaced the boots, the fighter will beat any carpet, and therefore rejuvenating apples - something to replace that every day creates Soviet scientists!
  Barefoot Maslova playfully said:
  - Don't lower your Vanya eyes! I see you're thinking about something.
  Ivan nodded, wiped the floor with forehead:
  - Yes, what a peaceful life! How good it will be when the war is over! We will be able to peacefully create, build, raise children. Such a then will life, any a fairy tale will fade, over true story!
  Maslova shook the pot, its light making certain hair is very beautiful, but now shorn close to zero. During fights near Kaliningrad, the German grabbed her for a magnificent mane and nearly raped. After what Tatiana at all shaved her head, and was photographing entirely hair every month. From this, she lost part of her beauty, but felt like a genuine Amazon. The woman warrior: two seemingly incompatible concepts, but... Stalin and Lenin taught that women are equal in all men!
   In war, there is something attractive and at the same time frightening, as in the Egyptian Sphinx. Dual nature: a wild animal and a developed intellect. Here I keep a gun in his hand, all the same, what to swing a cradle with a baby.
  - I believe in a quick victory! We have justice on our side and we can't lose! - Exclaimed half-naked barefoot girl.
  Budanov confirmed:
   We can't! Hitler almost died and this is the last year of the war!
  Barefoot Maslova shook her head:
  - Rumor has it there will be a change. And the Americans are completely broken up in the Pacific. The girl stamped her bare foot angrily. - And that fat pig Goering, almost was not signed peace with the damned capitalists! Although it has not been announced yet.
  Maslova shook her head not burdened with curls and enthusiastically continued:
  - We beat the Germans and Japanese are our allies. Just chips flying in all directions! And hard red army! And we can be alone on our own!
  Budanov shook his fist at the sky:
  - It depends only on us when the long-awaited victory hour comes! From us and comrade Stalin. And we will win, even if we have to fight against the world. And we will always find allies among the oppressed classes fighting against us! So don't hang your nose.
  Barefoot Maslova nodded:
   Don't! Maybe Vice versa?
  Budanov wanted to answer her, but his war-trained ear caught the noise of engines. Not knowing whether to rejoice in similar or upset, major exclaimed:
  - Starting! Everybody spread out!
  Experienced soldiers carried out the order clearly, like chess pieces rearranged grandmaster. Only a few young recruits, like flies, could not immediately find a place. The line of defense of the regiment was stretched, only a dozen disguised guns, a liquid chain of exhausted fighters, many of them tied with dirty bandages. Maslova noticed that one of the boys even shows a red bloodstain. The girl slapped her bare feet and exclaimed:
  - His urgent need to tie it up! And she rushed to the soldier on the move, taking out a bandage.
  Budanov took place in the tubercle, near the instrument. Got a pair of binoculars and began scrutinizing the chain of hills, and covered with light shrubs of the valley. In General, this is not the first fight. Very hard, just a real hell was under Tula-this city-fortress. All streets were filled up with corpses of the German and Soviet soldiers, and also the burned-down Hitlerite equipment. Many of the mutilated bodies could not even be removed, and they stank disgustingly, clogging nostrils. The most difficult month was icy, very tough December. Some girls fought barefoot even in the cold for minus thirty degrees. Nightmare well, then hard, became habitual.
  Beautiful girls struck with the ability and courage. Their in battalion was much more, than men. And she did not freeze in the winter - steel beauties.
   He is so used to the cannonade that when the army moved forward, and the Germans began to flee, avoiding battle, he had the unusual silence was brutally headache. The best cure for headaches was standing upside down.
  - Don't open fire without command! 'Ordered the major. - Until the target shows up, sitting like a Fox in an ambush.
  Barefoot Maslova, having helped the wounded, armed with an anti-tank rifle. However, this model is somewhat outdated, especially after the Nazis began to hide under the armor of the gas tank. The girl even joked:
  - The beak of the hawk is not able to break through a turtle shell!
  Private Nikulin said playfully:
  - Girls kiss lips, and tanks grenades!
  Half-naked Maslova winced:
  - But the kiss just unpleasant! I don't even understand why all romances sing kisses. Well, maybe the man this is nice, but the woman not! Especially if he has a beard.
  And the girl angrily stamped her bare heel.
  Nikulin is also beardless boy, from a recent appeal, sang:
  Beard much thank,
  Salute the seniors!
  Open the Chapter to success,
  I have an accordion!
  
  Like old soldiers,
  Under ryumashku salsa to eat!
  Picked up machines,
  Do not pass a fascist-bear!
  
  Crying formidable " Panther",
  With a barrel like a tower!
  For Katya undertake boldly,
  And piss enemies off the shoulder!
  
  My father comrade Stalin,
  Faith, wisdom, military way!
  Will be stronger than steel,
  Communism is the Sun!
  
  We will walk through Berlin,
  With a red flag on the Reichstag!
  If Russian gets started,
  The on all will catch up with fear!
  The soldiers sang along with, especially arcspace loud and thundering voice: to perform Tatiana Maslova.
  Budanov using powerful binoculars spotted the movement, flickers like buoys in the sea the silhouettes of the tanks. The newest upgraded T-3 is easily recognizable by its long muzzle. Even in cars the Germans made special "Windows" to place, huge trunk. The car is certainly odd to the former German models, nimble, and streamlined as the body of a Dolphin tower. Her guns in a frontal hit on target can. However, while the latest T-3 at the Nazis for a bit, then they are not more than three. Well, thank God if there is one! Here you can see the French B-2, produced in the occupied country. A large tank with a powerful gun, but the armor somehow of the tower without tilting. Why? Probably, so the French mastodon B-2 is cheaper in production, because the square shape of the tower is the simplest.
   Until such machines, too, not densely. But this is the non-main force of the Third Reich. T-4, with a sloping frontal armor, sticking out of the trunk and in the latest models with the wide caterpillar the mechanical strength of the Wehrmacht. It is small, even for six tone lighter T-34, but very foul. Especially the latest model, with a strong frontal armor, and quite a powerful gun. The weakness of this machine is the sides and rear, but it is essential only in tank battles.
  Budanov again with a loud voice, ordered:
  - According to the latest tanks T-3 to shoot in the body! I repeat not a tower and the case! Frontal armor tower gun caliber 76 millimeters will not take! And here is model frogs B-2 can be and-on! But only close. Who will open fire without a command, will be court-martialed.
  Gunners are mostly barefoot girls in short skirts, short answered:
  - Yes!
  Maslova could not resist to grow old! And did it aggressively stomping bare feet:
   Tribunal, tribune, is also a lot of engaging in babbling and little things! Here is I would any judge, as solitaire has unfolded would!
  Budanov, not looking up, watching the approaching tanks. He recalled a recent battle, where they fought the newest, long-barreled T-3 Fritz. Fascists staged an ambush, and the first same volley shot down four Soviet machines. Imagine from a peaceful birch grove flew deadly Goodies. There's a car on fire with a Colonel, your commander. In General, it is a myth that diesel engines do not burn.
   Yes, you can dip a lighted cigarette into the diesel fuel and it will not break out, but in the tank itself, it is full of combustible materials, and the shells are ruthlessly torn from the heat. The T-34 also has a significant drawback, a bad review. As a result, the picture of the battle you see fragmentary. And the Germans, even in the forty-first year, had excellent optics. They answered almost at random, and even stopped, becoming an easy target. And this is with the existing experience.
  Budanov but, though late realized the error and ordered to attack the woods, firing on the move. He even managed to knock out one of the enemy tanks-not the latest T-3 of course. But then they ran into mines... Thank the infantry was saved from complete destruction, having used grenades, but how many guys were left lying, forming the carpet and punched bursts of machine-gun tel Budanov had to fight in Finland - too small, but he heard that Soviet soldiers fled and fell, strewing the field and those who were behind were compelled to step on the corpses, or even worse wounded comrades.
  However, why only Finnish? And in this war, for example during the assault on the Rzhev he was watching the same thing, and he was wounded. Well, that consciousness is not lost and managed to get out of the rubble of corpses. Otherwise you would have trampled. Rzhev then take no luck, and in General it would be better not to attack head-on fortified points of the enemy, and bypass them. As the way the Nazis did in the beginning of the war. Stalin's line is a colossal power, but it turned out to be full of holes. And for this had to pay. When their tank turned around, broken bones creaked under the caterpillars, dead, and maybe even wounded soldiers. Feel themselves under this worse fascist!
  German tanks go ahead, infantry in the distance, rare chains. Fascists are afraid to get under machine-gun fire. Before the attack the artillery barrage, the Germans were not done, perhaps, too problems with supply, or the gun transferred to other areas.
  But the planes are already buzzing. If the Nazis really had peace with the West, they have now specifically hands are untied. However, the plane - it's expensive, one fuel, which is.
  Barefoot girl Maslova shouted:
  - Well, Ivan what are you waiting for! I want us tanks machine guns flogged!
  Budanov said nothing: stupid woman. Just the gift of the commander, and boxer is the sense of distance, and catching the moment. As in his time, Alexander the great (by the way of our Slavs), very accurately chose the time of the strike. Before the eyes of the major were already mentally drawn line, from which the Nazis came under ruthless attack.
  In the face of the wind blew, he brought a sharp smell from the exhaust, German synthetic gasoline. This caused a fit of annoyance at the major and he to calm down, reached into his pocket and pulled out a biscuit. Took a bite out of slice of, and calmed down, only time flowed too perishing slowly. But now, finally:
  Budanov screamed at the top of his throat:
  - Fire!
  Maslov sent: to perform fairing in a powerful caterpillar T-3 at the same bared teeth:
  - On feet, as on asphalt!
  The volley was relatively good, stopped just five tanks, however, two of them after a few seconds resumed its already not sure, as lame-duck movement. Three of the cars tumbled down a smoke.
  : To perform the Maslov giggled and screamed like a little girl, showing the absolute value:
   Smoke, smoke, smoke! I don't eat oil!
  Nazi tanks opened in response to the firing of guns and machine guns. They fired at random, the batteries were well camouflaged or focusing on gun flashes. And was hit. Here one of ordinary gunners flew off with the open stomach, to another tore off a hand, and the third lost the head. It's scary to watch when a severed human head is rolling across the field. But the Nazis got here is one of the latest German machines, was struck directly in the housing. The long muzzle curled, the tank caught fire, almost immediately began to tear the shells in the womb. Budanov genuinely been happy about:
  - Here, at last, I see the destroyed newest t-3 tank, fascists lie that they are invulnerable. And if their machines are invincible!
  Here barefoot girl Margarita Magnetic replies:
  - Yes, it's the very fact that we are invincible!
  And flashing dusty heels.
  Very beautiful Margarita-lush hair, the color of gold leaf. With such a girl any fighter and in the fire and water! Just incredible beauty.
  Other girls in the same fighting combinations. And these look sexy, and tanned. Very beautiful girl in the war. Pleasant, for the look and aesthetic. They have so much excitement and beauty. Especially when they are firing on Hitler's infantry.
  Margarita Magnetic firing at the Germans and tweeting words:
  - The strongest Russian spirit in the world!
  That's how girls fight ... very brave and sparkling. And all Soviet fighters too.
  Stalin-Putin, frolicking with his Secretary, felt a weakness and decline. Yes, for a man of his age, but still burdened with bad habits so prance - load excessive. No wonder yoga warned-to economize vital energy. And so pulling on dream. And the head became so heavy.
  Stalin-Putin demanded black coffee. It became a little more cheerful, but on temples as if beat howitzer shells. No freshness, and just a sharp pain. Damn, and stroke to pick up a short time and in a new body. I wish he'd moved into Alexander the great. He was young and healthy as an ox.
  And here, it seems, having the knowledge of the future to turn everything so simple, but in fact.
  Lying of course the authors of the various pomazanok like such a simple thing to turn the tide of history. And all sorts of small officials easily coped with everything. Here on the site of Stalin - not some accountant or the captain of the special forces - and the President of Russia, called the great.
  And here it turns out, that you particularly nothing new and offer not can. Is-7 and T-54 tanks require time for development. The Nazis are strong and not going to throw legs to the top. However, the Americans were dealt a crushing blow to the samurai.
  Maybe America won't have an atomic bomb. And this is a great help for the future of post-war reconstruction of the world. Indeed, why share power with the US? Relations with the West have been tense since the beginning of Putin's rule. The situation got heated. war in Chechnya moved into a guerrilla phase and have been severe. And in Afghanistan, the Taliban won, already approaching the border with Russian troops.
  In addition, the Taliban recognized the independence of Chechnya and even opened an Embassy there. And helped resistance, and weapons and militants. It seemed that the war against the Taliban was inevitable. The General staff has already made calculations of how many troops will be needed for this. And expenses. It turned out that a lot of money will have to spend, including the transfer of troops. It was expected that each month of fighting will cost at least several hundred soldiers.
  And there were no prospects for the Taliban to win. They would be helped in this case by the entire Islamic world and the United States. Yes, these loomed the sad perspective. But what happened now, no one had foreseen the miracle of the September 11, 2001. And then the U.S. got into the war in Afghanistan. You couldn't have dreamed of anything more! Oh, fortune, what a generous gift you then brought Putin. One now something ideas do not go to the head. Is that to throw at the Voronezh direction of additional troops. And at the expense of equipment had a hitch. Well, it is because the Nazis lost the war and can not be otherwise!
  . CHAPTER 8.
  The next day the girls continued their barefoot run. No technique, no sense of proportion. It's like a survival March. And so until the very end. And rumors of loud victories of the German weapon go more and more strongly. So why not go to the front, and die of thirst and sunlight in the desert? And then, when is it darker to fall into a deep sleep?
  But in a dream you can watch the rest of the battle. Magda sees her opponent, backing away, not really, it is stable, suddenly jumped dolbunov, he Bosenko your legs hurt under the knee. And when the moor began to fall, the sword passed him between the bronze plates and ribs. Christina also began to swing her swords much more vigorously. Girls simultaneously squealed like pigs. Although they have swords and move in different ways, but still felt the synchronicity.
   Magda grappled with a large Roman warrior, whose helmet was decorated with peacock feathers. This time she really was very experienced and strong opponent. About the ego experience and the merits of the said and gold stripe. Having beaten off several attacks of the fair-haired girl of the bully, apparently the noble grandee went on the offensive. Magda retreating, whistled:
   You're not Italian!
  The formidable patrician replied:
  - You're just a barefoot slut! How much do you think you can hold out against the Roman blade?
  Magda retorted.:
  - Against the blade don't know, and you're bearded and resist nothing!
  However, despite all the optimism radiated by the naked Magda, the girl had to back down. Romans introduced in battle fresh reserves, girls and the young boys increasingly received injured or fell stabbed to death. Boys archers however, tried to shoot atop head, razya suitable cohorts.
  Cristina, meanwhile, is carefully laid down another enemy, and another cut down brush. Warrior sang:
  - Nuclear sword, wants to cut you! Infernal fire is burning, laser beam! But you do not think your life to save that of true love, you end up be!
  Magda was surprised.:
  - And you sing like a real scientist!
  Christina in the report sang:
  - It's great when pilots in physics move their science forward! But the main issues are solved in the ranks, in the ranks, in the ranks!
  Magda confirmed the pickup.:
  - It's nice to live among fire and smoke! And hear chatters like a machine gun! Lead us to the battle of the Fuhrer invincible! Forward, forward, forward!
  Christina supported:
  - When shells are torn day and night, rather there are ranks and awards! Let over the world furiously thundering, war, war, war!
  Charlotte was inspired, feeling in his athletic body pulsating energy. And the speed suddenly became, like the flapping wings of a dragonfly. The warrior of Ancient Rome missed the poke of the tip in the nose. And got distracted, and the warrior Magda he ripped the tendon in his right hand:
  - Don't be rude to the lady!
  The bully, with peacock feathers tugging his lower lip, said upset:
  - Because it was only a joke! After all, it was only a joke!
  Magda mocking, Rubanov by weakening the arm, said:
  - Don't play with the tiger!
  And when the Roman hero fell to his knees, the warrior banged his knee in the chin. Cristina approved.:
  - Here this is our SS style!
  Magda then got edge in the shoulder, and he gasped:
  - Well, you dorks!
  Christina advised:
  - Make a mill! And sharper swords pokrocily!
  Then in the course joined the archers of the Romans, it was heavy armor and weapon with human growth. Of course long and a half meter arrows, is too dangerous a weapon against half-naked girls and boys. Attila apparently realizing that to continue to wait; we rushed to attack the cavalry, who personally led into battle.
  This giant flailing two swords, a long with the knight tournament lance everyone!
  Magda smiled and winked at:
  - That, finally, our handsome comes!
  Cristina giggled.:
   To beat hard and most importantly on time! At the moment when the effect of this will be maximum!
  And big arrows all fell down from above. Girls and boys deftly bounced to the side, and even screamed:
  - That would be our way! You can get away from the bullets and the arrow.
  But some of the arrows still hit. And died not only representatives of the German regiments of Attila, but also, and in large quantities, from the gifts of their own Roman soldiers. However, the barbarian riders, beating their ranks, fell on the enemy infantry. Well, Attila himself, looked simply chic.
  Magda threw a kick sticky gentleman:
  - Don't touch me, don't!
  Cristina shook her head.:
  - And the guys here are good, although not like ours! Our Aryan falcons!
  Magda, slashing the sword of the Roman, agreed:
  - Of course, not Chet! German power Rome believe do not couple! Crush like a louse and your hand won't waver!
   Christina confirmed.:
  - So even if the sword is not out of shit!
  Girls-tigress briskly added, twisting swords pretzel and humming:
  - We're fighting for the right cause! There are no compromises with the hell bayonet! Will not close clouds the sun! Will cover the darkness of the imminent dawn.
   Finally, Attila herself broke through to the archers of Rome. However, according to the value, these bows are obviously made in Britain. Battling Magda, evoked the history. When Edward the Third, surnamed the great British, the archers were the main native troops... And some of them were planted on a horse! The superior forces of the French were ruthlessly beaten. And Ungrainy and the League of German girls, talking is not welcomed... English was recognized as a dangerous enemy, who conquered more land than any other nation in the history of planet Earth!
  But now the barbarian riders smashed archers, cutting them with powerful blows to the camp. Magda same, faced with
  enemy from China. He was not too tall, but famously twisted shod in boots with spurs feet:
  - The Germans are parasites - will certainly be beaten! 'He roared.
  Magda responded with a dagger strike.:
  - In vain the enemy believes that the Germans managed to shift it! Those who are brave in battle, attacks, enemies will be hard to beat!
  Kristina caught on to:
  - Do not comprehend the planet dashing trouble! In vain the enemy threw a hand in the campaign! Defeat the enemy in a battle formidable able! Darkness will crumble into dust - the time of light will come!
  Magda waved again with even more energy, summarizing:
  - The word is not a Sparrow, but verbiage it turns into a crow!
  Cristina held it.:
  - When the language is shallow, made of flour baked lump in my throat!
  Magda powerful, even if not for the women's strike of the sword, Osella mind jumped to the left soldier, and then grappled with the Chinaman. Warrior-blonde fiercely and loudly screamed:
   You're lying!
  The Chinese warrior said:
  - And you don't need to take you have in front of me.
  Magda giggled in response.:
  - Close elbow, but not bite!
  Here the edge of the sword scratched the girl-tigress like a Cobra, cutting the armor plate and exposing her chest: lush and with crimson nipples. Chinese sadly roared:
  - Now all you have to do is pray! Which Church do you prefer: Catholic or Evangelical.
  Magda is the wrong answer:
   Church from a prostitute is different because bliss is always postponed!
  The Chinese man bared his crooked teeth:
  - A that sense of humor you not changed! Oh girl I am sorry to hurt such a beauty like you!
  Magda bared her teeth.:
   I'm not! Do feel sorry for the bees, and the bee on the tree, and the tree in the forest! Where the forest - on the nose!
  The Chinese man growled in response:
  - Germany has many enemies!
  Magda deftly parried:
  - Many cooks spoil porridge!
  After the next attack of the narrow-eyed warrior on the girl's chest there was a bloody strip. Gerda had gasped and stepped back. The Chinese growled:
   You're getting it!
  The girl replied coolly:
   - Who does not get on the brain, he will never grow wiser! Brains are like a purse, you need to get to fill them!
  The Chinese snapped:
  - Well, you love sophistry! For the first time I see such an educated and erudite girl. You know, maybe you should join the army of the great Rome. We have any person regardless of nationality can take the highest position under the Emperor!
  Magda objected.:
  - Better to die than betray!
  Narrow-eyed warrior noticed:
   Is not reasonable, see in the battle is our cavalry... And when you get captured, you will be literally howling in pain on the rack!
  Magda replied in cold blood:
   Better once quietly to hit than a hundred times heart-rending roar!
  But alas, it seems the Chinese rights, thousands of Roman horsemen, headed by the Emperor himself( his armor like covered with a crust of diamonds, rubies and emeralds!) rushing to the army of barbarians. However, riders Attila already managed to kill most of the enemy archers, boys barbarian troops themselves began to intensively send arrows into the enemy ranks. Desperately chopping Christina cheered up her partner:
   Don't give up! Don't fall for his promises! Better pull yourself together and win decisively!
  Attila, along with his soldiers cut into the Roman system. His gigantic swords, as if blades of the screw churned the bloody mixer. And he thug walked forward, trying to break into Emperor.
  Magda philosophically noticed:
  - You want to become a shepherd of the herd, don't be a sheep!
  Christina has agreed to:
  - Every sheep wants to become a shepherd, while the wolf is far away, and the rifle is near!
  Here Magda received another wound in the stomach. The girl gave in once again. Her bare foot suddenly stood on the edge of the protruding dagger and Magda squeaked:
  - Oh, Oh, Oh! It hurts!
  Christina herself has already received several wounds and leaned back. The warrior shouted:
  - Save your strength, the Romans will not stand long!
  But the barbarians really had a hard time. In battle joined more and more new units of the Romans. Here in a fierce battle rushed the riders of the Golden armor. Above them fluttered a banner with a wolf's head. And raced ahead of the hero, perhaps even bigger than Attila. The Romans even tried to capture the army of barbarians from the flanks, letting two mighty with spears and bronze armor regiment bypassing the main place of the fight. Magda begged.:
  - We are running out of power, we are about to lose!
  Christina offered.:
   You sing back! Song we build and live help! Under the drum under the red banner in the campaign! And he who walks with a song through life; he will never be lost anywhere!
  Both girls sang in chorus, and, despite the wounds of their voice; it was like a trumpet:
  There is a calling of soldiers,
  Not the profession, not the title!
  Though sometimes one hundred pounds of machine,
  No, not March, flesh flour-the torment!
  
  But we go forward setting step,
  Because we serve the Fatherland!
  Believe, will be the defeated the evil enemy,
  To have fun in life!
  
  We were taught from the cradle almost,
  For the Fatherland with courage fight!
  Before were from have become swords,
  And now RPG in a strong knapsack!
  
  No retreat, no step back,
  Though bodies usalem the grave!
  Adversaries we will make a number,
  May God give us strength!
  
  Tanks rod, planes fly,
  A bundle of bombs and shells exploding!
  Don't take us for nasty puppies.,
  Soldiers became hardened!
  
  That friend died as a hero,
  You can't put anything under the cross!
  Often people play with fate,
  But love will be stronger - believe me!
  
  Though in fight where nail hard,
  Let us remember our illustrious ancestors!
  As for Rome, we went a long time,
  What not to eat in slavery vile leftovers!
  
  Brought the bows we beat,
  Don't bring our world to its knees!
  We're a Merlin - you beat the game,
  Representatives of all generations!
  
  Here is the strength and even throw,
  The enemy can already see small shakes!
  The bullet nearly grazed his temple.,
  Darkened in the eyes of our the Sun!
  
  But rose to the attack going,
  Nasty smashing with bayonets butt!
  Burn the Krauts, if it is necessary fire,
  Our fighter became without prices-just a treasure!
  Barely girl tigress sang as from the impact of Attila PAL main hero of the Roman army in gold with sapphire cornflower armor. And the Chinese inspired girl cut down even earlier, and now attacked the representative of the commander of infantry. He joined the fight with the real, one-eyed giant, and even began to push him, waving his sword:
  - A monster you can't take us all! Because we are Germans!
  The bully rudely responded:
  - The Germans-peppers! Nation of cripples!
  Magda was seriously angry:
  - No! A priori, we Germans are a nation of great warriors. The nation that used to win and not before anyone not to bend!
  The giant curled his lip and immediately got the tip of his sword in his throat. From a bull's neck grumbled fountain... he staggered, and immediately got a shot under the heart ... Magda exclaimed:
  - Heroism has no age!
  Cristina cheered up friend:
  - Right destroy their love stronger... the pressure Will be even faster!
  At this moment, one of the barefoot boys-archers with a well-aimed shot knocked down the Roman Emperor. And I had to hit the arrow right in the eye!
  Magda grinned and sang:
  - Wow! The nail on the head!
  Christina twirled her finger to her temple:
  - Why? It is better to punch than to curse! Well, now the enemy will run!
  Magda cut down another warrior, confirmed:
  - The enemy from fear will tremble and pripryzhku will run away!
  Do the ranks of the Romans hesitated and began to succumb. In General when the army takes flight it's creepy. Even if it is such a disciplined army as ancient Rome. No wonder after all, Genghis Khan, if he ran a dozen ordered the execution of a hundred ... Although the reliability of the last order, questioned whether it is not fiction historians. Even in Rome, every tenth was executed while fleeing. Flashing bare legs, the girls and boys rushed to chase the enemy. And the horns began to play...
  Magda woke up, abruptly jumped out, the girls quickly lined up. Washed, brushed my teeth and smeared again with protective creams with a March through the desert. So they're barefoot in some swimsuits and ran down the sandy hell.
  Arab kids surprised, pointing at them with fingers and whistled:
  - Deutsche Akbar!
  Magda looked back and looked longingly at the receding palm trees, and then whispered to Christine:
  - Hell again!
  The redheaded diva answered with a smile:
  - All people are sinners, and hell is the natural state of sinners!
  Magda winked back.:
  - Man cannot help sinning!
  Christina nodded her fiery hair and began to explain on the run:
  I agree! Even a thousand times agree! All sin is relative, and purely human concept. For example, if you take the morality of the ancient world, then it was good that went to the benefit of the man himself and his tribe-genus. Here is, for example adultery, it was thought a boon, not a sin!
  Magda agreed willingly.:
  - That's right! The Fuhrer himself believes that it is best for a woman to get pregnant from a war hero than from her, not always valiant husband. Especially if you still have a husband, there are signs of harmful, impure blood.
  Margaret shouted at the girls.:
  Save your breath guys, this time we run to exhaustion!
  Magda smiled in the answer:
  - You can be tired, but you can not be exhausted.
  Half an hour the girls ran in silence, and then Christine whispered:
  - You know, what me strange dream girlfriend saw a?
  Magda was surprised.:
  - Yes, I'll confess too! What?
  Christina grin, answered:
  - Nothing! A dream that I was a warrior in the army of the great barbarian Attila. And we fought the waxes of ancient Rome. And all the while was so beautiful and cruel at the same time...
  Magda giggled in response.:
  You know, that is what I too dreamed of! Even as it is an amazing coincidence. I here you in my sleep saw!
  Cristina winked back.:
  - And I love you! You well been in a fight, although narrow-eyed and yellow-faced warrior you slightly not killed!
  Magda this time not on joke, somebody:
  No way! It does not happen to two people simultaneously saw the same dream?
  Cristina objected.:
  - If the flu collectively sick, and the dream can be the same. It will lead! I've heard that in the society of Thule there are special mediums who take the potion, and breathe tinctures of herbs, and then immersed in the vision! And they are quite able to be prophets!
  Magda jumped over a rock, agreed:
  - Of course! In principle, the gift of prophecy does not require superhuman powers, just can exist quite tangible, and not yet solved physical laws in nature. But that same to what this dream?
  Cristina shrugged her shoulders and replied.:
  I don't! Maybe the fact that the Third Reich will win the Britain and behind the Leo of the USA or... There can be a long guessing!
  Magda wanted to say something, when suddenly her ear caught still hear the noise of engines. Despite the distance, it was obvious that the aircraft engines were making noise, and that they were significantly approaching ... Margaret, commanded:
  - What is the stage number two: disguise.
  Girls-tigress stopped, took out of backpacks cloaking cloaks, painted in the color of the desert. Then began to rapidly dig at the same time that the top was not noticeable, which is unnatural. Then Magda thanked fate that they had both arms, and sapper shovels. Otherwise, the girls in the desert could be easy prey for British stormtroopers or dive bombers. Christina, Podkrepa sand bare legs hurt, said:
  - Looks like we'll have a sniff of gunpowder, even in Tunisia... God works in Mysterious ways!
  Magda and smirks objected:
  - The lack of accurate knowledge is always bad, with one exception, when it comes to the plans of God!
  Over the disguised girls-tigresses flew two dozen British aircraft, they probably did not notice anything, and already began to dissolve beyond the horizon, when suddenly heard new suspicious sounds. Margaret commanded.:
  Everybody get down and don't move!
  Girls-tigress froze, they were waiting for something. And here is appeared from-for barkhana lungs conveyors and trucks. Judging by the design, English and American production. They slowly moved towards the capital of Tunisia. Madeline was a little confused. He believed that the front line is still far away and, therefore, the British had not time to appear. Or rather should not appear. And here rushing a whole column. Although, perhaps, less of the battalion... Who they are, some battle group, beating desert is not a solid front wants to rummage around in the rear. It seems to be logical, although with the technique they are easy to see in the desert. In any case, you need to give your on the radio, and do not open fire. Moreover, there are only a hundred people, and the British more than three hundred!
  Magda whispered to Christine.:
  They're English! For the first time see them so close!
  Red-haired girlfriend, too, pretty nervous, replied:
  - Nothing special! And there are a lot of blacks!
  Indeed not less than half of the British were black. And the column moved slowly, and the Negroes still something howled... they are closer and closer...
  Here the nerves of one of the girls could not stand, and she hit from a machine gun. In the same moment opened fire and the rest of the warriors, and Margaret belatedly yelled:
  - Fire!
  Several dozen Englishmen were slanted at once, one of the trucks blazed. The rest of the British opened fire indiscriminately. Margaret caught the moment, yelled:
  - Offensive grenades to throw together!
  Girls from the elite battalion of the SS "Tigress", throwing grenades far and accurately. And what childhood they are trained, and spermatidic passed. It when you train with current, slightly I hesitated with a throw and you a discharge. Threw their Goodies and Magda and Christina. And the English somersault and upside down ... so Funny. They shoot at random, and the blacks another, yelling in an incomprehensible language. That's right scumbags...
  And Magda shoots and throws, while still singing:
  - The pupils of the SS nightmare! One jump, one punch! Tigress we-our method is simple! We do not like to pull the cat's tail!
  Christine, in response, also porykivaet. The bullets she fired shattered the skull. And the still beat out eyes. Here is one frightened Negro, as he puts a bayonet on his white-haired partner in the side. The blood in response to the spit. Christina sings:
  - Angels of starry dark hell! It seems that everything in the universe will destroy! Take off into the sky at a rapid hawk it! To protect from the destruction of the soul!
  The British act disorganized, most of them colonial soldiers: Negroes and Indians, Arabs. They are: falling, dying, on the contrary abruptly jump up and begin running like mad hares. However, the girls shoot accurately, and even grenades fragments and short distance flying, but a lot! Here is already and enemies remained a bit. Margaret screams in English, her voice is so deafening loud that you do not even need a mouthpiece:
  - Give up and we'll spare your lives! In captivity you will have, good food, wine and sex!
  Acted instantly and time already give up... Hands up and ...
  Collected fifty prisoners, from them a half of wounded. Margaret commanded.:
  - Kill the wounded!
  "Tigress" without ceremony let a bullet in the temple, those who could not stand on his feet, and the rest were loaded into the car and drove them to a nearby base.
  After the hot desert sand bare feet Magda is very nice to feel the soft rubber. She even blissfully moans ... American trucks are very comfortable, and during the trip do not shake. Having won the girls are cheerful. Cristina asked Magda.:
  - How many?
  The tigress girl shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment:
  Don't know? I'm not the only one who shot... but I think a lot!
  Cristina counted.:
  - We a hundred enemies killed about three hundred, then three apiece, that is, sister! Impressive start of the war!
  Magda waved her hand indifferently:
  - It's not important to me! The main thing is that no friend was killed. While this is certainly stats, enemies destroyed three hundred, and only two warriors-tigress lightly wounded. I even wonder how we haven't captured Africa entirely, with such warriors.
  Christina immediately spoiled the mood:
  - So after all these pseudo-fighters we in the eighteenth lost!
  Magda angrily shook her blonde head as if sprinkled with new year's snow:
  - It's because of betrayal! And in fact, we were closer than ever to victory and it was obvious to everyone who is not blind! Unfortunately we were interrupted!
  Christina agreed, deftly scratching her bare feet with her fingers behind her left ear:
  - Yes, betrayal, sabotage, military incompetence.... A Russian we are all still broke, forcing them, in the eighteenth year give up! Oh, it would be nice to take a stroll on the expanses of Russia, there is-it's cold, and then hot!
  . CHAPTER 9.
  After heavy fighting guards regiment 107, was taken to the rear to reform. In the last battle tank attack would be repulsed, but the air strike destroyed almost all the guns. German bombers raged like a flock of jackals with scorched tails. As they were told a little later, the Germans transferred from the West the third air army and increased the bomb impact.
  Budanov recalled: fascist tanks are getting closer and closer, losses are growing, are beaten soldiers, and he was seriously wounded in the shoulder. Tanks seem unreal creatures, a product of delirium of representatives of school of cubism (there are such degenerates drawing worse, than five-year-old children). On towers crosses or swastikas. The clang of caterpillars, the smell of burning oil, burning gasoline, burning grass. Terribly, cacophony of sounds which is suddenly interrupted by a roar. Pre-laid anti-tank mines are triggered, undermining the bastard monsters.
   Even the muzzle skewed, now seem not so terrible. A thunderous peals continue to rattle, the Germans rod and undermined, here is one of the exploded steel, covered with a light layer of flame from the burning oil rollers, almost touched his cheek. Hysterically and however, several smoothly, screaming barefoot Maslova:
  - That the German tanks as you like Russian Ivancice!
  She's a tireless optimist. A woman like you can bend, you can't break. She will joke and in the lake of fire, and at the last judgment. However, if Budanov himself got to God, then he would have the courage to tell Him:
   You're wrong!
  And if God would have graced him with an answer:
  - Well, I'm wrong about that!?
  The Ivan would firmly and genuinely delivered:
  - It was necessary to elect Russians the people! Then all other Nations would perceive You through the prism of the great Russian nation, different from other ethnic groups by their selflessness and self-sacrifice. And so because you have entrusted the word of God to the nation of possessors and profiteers, no one wants to believe in your teaching! And times there is no faith, then there is no and happiness!
  And what could the Lord God object to that? To admit his wrong, or to find some other, cunning arguments?
  Barefoot girl Maslova, apparently, is also wounded, but grinds her teeth and deftly throws another grenade.
  The t-4 tank smoked like an inveterate smoker who chokes on cigarettes to the eyeballs stuffed his mouth. Infantry walking behind lay, the Nazis no longer have the same spirit, to shove death under the guns. Well, mental attacks and all were in the first world, and even in the forty-first.
  A young man, almost a boy stopped, one after another, threw three grenades, and he did it quickly, like gun knocked out the fireworks.
  - The Germans-peppers get!
  Budanov jokingly encouraged:
  - Only in their forehead not miss it!
  Maslow: to perform the changed killed the gunner, and gave the place trying to stand up to the German infantry:
  - And you say Zuruck!
  Budanov exclaimed:
  - How clever! You're Anka!
  Nikulin yelled:
   Someone I loved very early!
  Maslova answered for him, blocking the sound of battle:
  - Anku! Pale toad!
  Nikulin offered:
  - So not trash, better sing! Then the fascists will roll! As wise Stalin said:
  The words of the song as a jet with a machine gun, they have to burn through steel and charge the heart!
   The latest T-3 killed caterpillar, and it is steel the creature ablaze, petrol poured and also flashes. Uh, so it burns, just squeezes out the eyes. Maslova cheerfully whistles and melodic singing, but her voice is just wonder of wonders, fascinates like a flute fakir's Cobra. And the girl sings on behalf of a man:
  I'm loyal Forever,
  Fascists rod like a dog Becas!
  They are the shame in the shower cripples,
  And I have with Fatherland the link!
  
  Roar engines, tanks thirty,
  And dance of death: the night - day!
  My beloved under the roar dream,
  Let the sky filled with fire!
  
  Earth, my life is in hell burning,
  Charred aspen color!
  No more joy and Paradise,
  Evil, pain we have to endure!
  
  Wondered as something me a Gypsy,
  When love-will come to you!
  Sobbed woefully the barrel organ,
  Solitaire decomposed is sorrow in the end.
  
  Away superstitions vile pool,
  Dispel, once the mist is gone!
  Happiness will come in a different way,
  Mother heart of howls has already given!
  
  In battles from night to dawn,
  Fierce "Tiger" in the side licked!
  I'm a knight, but with the soul of a poet,
  Head bowed from heavy thoughts!
  
  Burns, preobrazilisj wound,
  Rock tests over the edge!
  Victory is my desired goal,
  Enemies with a smile tear!
  
  After all, we serve Holy Russia,
  Under the red flag, with all my heart!
  Fulfill Lenin - the mission,
  After all, Stalin with us dear!
  And the Nazis could not stand it, drew back. Apparently they were struck by the incredible resistance of Soviet soldiers. Guys and girls: to perform: to sing - dying valiantly. No, it's not Poland or France! It is a sacred, red Russia!
  The attack was repulsed, but the bombs fell from above. In General, with the aircraft can fight, shoot them down from a heavy machine gun, or PTV, but to get incredibly difficult. Here is, for example fascist vulture Yu-188, possesses far greater speed and maneuverability, than ordinary bombers. Try to hit, but ... Accurate shot oil and the coffin on the wings shot down...
  Alas, this success is limited, solace could only be what the Germans spent on the pitiful remnants of the regiment were too many bombs.
  Three thousand soldiers and officers, which started the attack, survived less than a hundred, and are generally seriously injured. Budanov himself, Maslova and resilient Nikulin, although injured, but remained on his feet. Their regiment, as expected, in such cases, was taken to the reformation. Although rather, it seems, will have to recruit an army again. Here they settled on the outskirts of the village of Prokhorovka, awaiting the approach of the additional reinforcements, and then the solution of the terrible Soviet of the Tribunal. Almost on open field near the still ice-covered rivers are empty barracks, and several small guns stared down the muzzles to the sky. Stick has long been cut down, dried up, naplesnews stumps. Here they wander past them.
   Limping, with a bandaged hand Maslov philosophically, noticed:
  - It was the Apocalypse. We saw the abyss, fell into it, but Hell did not accept The red atheists.
  Budanov whistled:
  - And you're an atheist!
  The girl giggled:
   And a Communist at the same time!
  Major, lowering his voice, asked:
  - And why, then you often sing about Christ and God.
  Maslova shrugged her shoulders:
  - It turns me on, sets up a decisive battle! But judge for yourself whether you can believe in God when there are so many nasty things and injustices in the world. Yes, silly to the teachings of Christ: love your enemy! He himself is this principle not followed, and they promised to send the goats into everlasting punishment! And we're the goats, the Communists who don't turn the right cheek when they hit the left!
  And the girl angrily stamped her barefoot, chiseled leg.
  Budanov shook his head:
  - That's what I least want to talk about is religion, especially now that so many of my comrades have died. I am personally prepared to pray, day and night, to be resurrected! And Jesus promised resurrection from the dead, not all of course, but still at least some chance to see the fallen comrades again!
  Egnerally, like a chime of silver bells, a fun interrupted:
  - Raise all, but one hell fire, and the other in administering to the eternal God. In any case, there is no joy.
  Budanov looked back, behind them ran a tall, extraordinarily beautiful girl in a black bathing suit. Despite the cool of the morning, and not yet melted the frost, she was barefoot and almost naked body shimmered with elastic muscles. An extraordinary combination of athleticism and feminine charm, such bodies can be taken as a model for sculpting the sculpture of the goddess of war, a beautiful and awarded force. However, curly hair of the girls, resembled a bright, red-gold torch, they were just below shoulder length, but so thick and bright that it seemed much longer than it actually is.
  Nikulin shot:
  - Hello the sun shining barefoot!
  Pretty girl nodded.:
  - Hey boy, men look first at my feet, and only then, on the face. Anyway, we'll get to know each other. I'm a Magnetic Margarita, I hope you've heard of me.
  Budanov scratched the top of his head:
  - There were rumors that at the request of Margarita they want to form a division consisting of some girls, as well as if this woman always goes barefoot, even in the most severe frost and on parade.
  Barefoot Margarita sadly nodded:
   That's right! I began to fight literally from June 22, but was then a young Midshipman, about sixteen. Poor, naive girl. On the first day popped up without shoes, then fought the way to Moscow. She swore that I would not wear shoes until the Nazis were thrown out of our land. Unfortunately frosts were in the forty first fierce, I nearly became a cripple, it was necessary to recede slightly from an oath. But then I met an ex-monk....
  Maslova asked again:
  - Monk?
  Barefoot Margarita smiled:
  - Not Orthodox, but Buddhist, he taught me a special technique of injections with needles from various points of the legs and other muscles of the body. After that, I stopped being afraid of frost, and all last winter, fought barefoot, and in camouflage. Well, sometimes military uniform wear, when awarded. Stars of the hero is not given, but orders are available. In General, it is believed that I bring good luck: why? The warrior fought in the hottest places, from Bialystok, Moscow, Kalinin, Kharkov, and was never wounded. That's what Margarita means-you're not forgotten!
  Budanov noticed:
  - The lover of Faust from Goethe, too, was Margaret!
  Barefoot girl in a swimsuit corrected:
  - Not a mistress, but a lover! In General, if we are talking about religion, then for all people without exception, it would be much better if there was no God!
  Nikulin squeaked:
  - Why? After all, the most high God promised eternal life and bliss in Paradise! So it is written...
  Margarita shook her radiant head:
  - On account of the bliss that is not written. On the contrary, you will serve and praise God forever. And the many joys this life you will have. And most importantly, lose the ability to sin and create! This means turning into submissive sheep, which Christ will feed with an iron stick, or become stupid and lose free will, or suffer from the constant threat of being thrown into the lake of fire and brimstone, where sinners suffer: day and night - forever and ever! Here is happiness without true free will, dreams, progress, passions, basic human emotions, dare to promise in the Bible!
  Budanov noticed:
  - But in the classical, Communist materialism and atheism and this is not. Just oblivion waiting for the man, as if it never happened. And the emptiness is frightening to admit, it is still something to take into a bottomless pit of ink. So if you take as an option, the continuation of life, even if not particularly full and happy, it is in this case better than absolute non-existence. Well.
  Nikulin quickly added:
  - There is Islam, in it the righteous will get a harem with ever young girls and you'll like the Sultan.
  And shivered. Though summer, but from the North broke the cold cyclone and even in some places it snowed. Well that war with the weather that makes the horror!
  Margarita picked up her bare feet with her fingers, threw it deftly and caught it with the back of her foot, throwing it over her knee again. Bare calves rolled balls of muscle, and veins when reduced appear stronger, like river deltas. Muscular legs Margaret glistened from the snow and grass, tanned skin is even more emphasized white, rough, but not lost elegance feet. The girl did not stand still, using another leg, a kind of juggling. And voice rang as would suddenly.
  - Of course, everyone comes up with their own fairy tale. For example, by the standards of the medieval world, the harem seemed to be the highest measure of achievement and happiness. In the Bible, the Apostle Paul, to seduce the flock, said that the righteous are equal to kings. Indeed, in those days, to be king meant to have everything a simple man could dream of. Only in the revelation of John was it made clear that those who are saved below the angels are still only sheep, and you will be an eternal servant of the Lord. But this is just an illusion. The same Jesus confuses the names of the high priests, the sequence of biblical descriptions, the names of father Zechariah, and more. For example, the words of the incarnate God: If I testify from myself, my testimony cannot be true, but a little later. My testimony is true, because I testify of myself.
  Budanov nodded:
  - We in school this talked, I even a lecture on atheism read. As well as the causes of origin of all religions. The main reason is, sadly, the weakness of humanity. People were afraid of natural elements, diseases, old age, death and sought to appease spirits and various supernatural beings. And then with the development of the theory of evolution all of this was complicated, up to the appearance of monotheism.
  Golden-haired Margarita shook her curls, and stump bare foot, so much so that the dust fell out of him:
  - That's evolution! There is a slow natural evolution, and recently there is a much faster scientific and technical evolution, or even a revolution! And now, in relation to humanity, we can talk about Hyperevolution, that is, something more significant and important than just the survival of the strongest and most adapted. Hyperbolize affects, to a much greater extent to the intellectual, but also physical. Man ceases to be a toy of nature, and he begins to command it. And replaced by a fairy or biblical miracles are coming miracles of science! And this in itself is the highest achievement of the mind.
  Barefoot Maslova immediately agreed:
  - Hyperevolution is great!
  Nikulin giggled:
  - From monkey to omnipotence? That's great!
  Sincerely Margaret smiled and did a somersault, and then flying swallow. What is her figure: was thinking Budanov, as the moving muscles of the body, even I can not believe that a girl can be. Interestingly, in the yard for a long time was like a summer cloudy and cold, and it's brown, which is very strange. Can skin have margaritas gained its special properties.
  Budanov, wincing from the pain, aching polurazobrannom shoulder, noticed:
  - In principle, there is nothing illogical in the theory of Hyperevolution. After all, the rapid development of scientific and technological progress, we see right before our eyes. The same tanks, planes, cars, everything changes!
  Barefoot Margarita prompted:
  - I heard that in the West we are talking about the creation of a new powerful weapon, the principle of which is to extract energy from the nucleus of an atom. Something as described by Belyaev's novel "the Nightmare of atomic hell." There are mad scientists of Nazi Germany created the atomic bomb, and almost destroyed the whole world. Imagine how twisted it is! One gram of the awakened atom will explode like twenty thousand tons of TNT! You think what infernal power is stored in each molecule, in each atom of any substance!
  According to Maslow stamped her bare heel on the puddle.
  Nikulin muttered (bitterly) and sang:
  - That the light of the teaching of winter and spring! I say without exception, all evil forest! It's a shame to live shaggy and listen to the dregs and rubbish! When all the power in the atom and in the technique of the husband.
  Naked and Golden-haired Margarita confirmed:
  - That's it comrades. But if it is possible and it is proved by science, to extract energy from the atom, affecting the properties of matter, but in principle it is possible to change the biological processes, as well as the flow of time. After all, according to the theory of relativity: time is not an absolute and unchanging substance. It is able, to accelerate, on the contrary to slow down. It's like a huge, vast river. But, something that can slow down and speed up, it can be rotated in the other direction, including backwards. It's like Lenin said, the dialectic of science. And while plasticine, from it you can sculpt a lot, including the body of the resurrected person.
  Budanov asked again:
   How's that? I personally do not quite clearly understand how the power over time will make a new identity?
  It was an extremely cold place. Just ice broke because of the cracks that is incredibly and wildly. Indeed, that perversion of nature that the ice in the summer on the river, and not within the Arctic circle. However, such a miracle happened. And Soviet soldiers and especially grandmothers were baptized, and said that it was not good.
  Margarita: to perform ran to the water, swept across the ice, fell down in the duct between the ice. She apparently loved to swim in the icy water. The girl jumped up like a killer whale, and beat the water with her legs, raising a cloud of spray, but continued to talk:
  - You know - it's simple and difficult! - Warrior flashed her teeth. - On the one hand there is a common river of time, on the other it consists of billions of individual streams belonging to each individual person, or even an animal.
  Nikulin told:
  - Many in one!
  The barefoot Margarita sprayed water and, turning over on her back, broke off a piece of ice with a sharp blow of her bare leg. Picked up with bare fingers and threw it higher then they already caught the other legs hurt and continued the conversation:
  - Yes, many in one, extremely diverse. And since the stream or stream in the river, by itself does not disappear. It can be transformed, but in no case, not annihilated. That is, individual time can not be destroyed, having absolute immortality, as time in General, and matter in particular, but it is able to change shape. That is, there is a constant movement and transformation. Well, it's kind of like how different streams of air are transformed. You understand that.
  Budanov nodded:
  - You're explaining enough simply! In General, if you were a good warrior, you have a brilliant teacher.
  Nikulin even spat to the side in annoyance:
  - Such beauty and descend to the level of a teacher!
  Budanov objected:
  - The difference between teacher and teacher, such as between king and king, or rather soul and soul! So don't confuse God's gift with scrambled eggs!
  Nikulin offended:
  - I'm not an egg, a cool egg!
  : To perform the Margarita interrupted started quarrelling men:
  - That's the General model. But people already know how to change atmospheric flows on a limited scale. How it can be done on a global scale, the great Soviet writer Belyaev in the novel: the air Seller! And not only he, and if you think logically, the fundamental ability to change the air flow involves the development of science to gain the ability to influence the time, although on an individual scale.
  Nikulin said:
  - Is this for a specific person?
  Barefoot Margarita confirmed:
  - Exactly! It is possible to turn the individual flow back and extract, reaching a certain stage both the personality and the body! Thus, it is quite possible to resurrect the person, with the ease of rewinding the frame. We already know how to do it, returning to the past, albeit on a limited scale, but soon we will learn to control reality. Power over individual time, will allow to rewind the film, and the fallen fighter will stand up, and the laceration on the chest will disappear. And the same can be reproduced in relation to any person, regardless of the cause of her death.
  Budanov perked up:
  - What do you say to business! I, too, sometimes thought, and cannot be do with the victims co-players as in movies! When they just get up and walk again. After all, nothing is impossible for Communist science!
  Naked Margarita jumped out of the hole and again did a somersault on the ice, then bulty, swam under the crystal, still quite thin crust.
  Also barefoot Maslova noticed:
  - Good climate and learn to manage! I, for instance, so much cold in the winter, just suffer. And she is a virgin, the woman-proletarian! About which we sing a hundred arias!
  Nikulin tried a boot a crust of ice and offered:
  - Maybe we can swim in the hole?
  Maslova objected:
   We are all wounded, unable to infection, or our ulcers will evaporate. Ah, the fate of the military, love is not long, but true!
  Nikulin interrupted:
   I recently loved you, Svetlana, now I want to get into the arms of Margaret. She has so much courage and femininity at the same time. She really is a goddess.
  Barefoot Maslova shook her fist:
   - Try it - this girl, one for all and you don't get the sucker to touch her dirty hands.
  Nikulin sang:
  - Oh, sucker, sucker, sucker! I'll rip you like a thousand feet!
  Budanov shook his head restlessly:
  -Something Golden-haired girl does not come up for a long time! As if she did not become ill! I know, that and have strong people happens, ice shock!
  Maslova furrowed her brow:
  - Well, here see, I'm the healthiest! What will have to dive in!
  Nikulin yelled:
   Don't! You're in the last battle the five wounds received. Although the water is freezing, and I think it is not contagious.
  Beautiful Maslova took off her clothes, remaining only in panties. Her body was quite muscular and tough, like work and war and scarred, bandaged in places. But the girl did not have time to dive, so Margarita already jumped out of the hole, even breaking the ice crust:
  - Don't worth you especially feel sad, and all the more panic! I was diving! Actually, what is happening to me is a process of intellectual and technical evolution.
  Nikulin, inhaled a cigarette, said:
  - What? I don't understand anything! How you evolve! Wings are rising?
  Barefoot, Golden-haired Margarita before answering reproduced the whole cascade of flips, and high jumped landed next to the young fighter. Toes deftly pulled out from behind the mouth of the cigar and threw it away:
  - It's too bad baby. You're too young to grow up!
  The young man was confused, he was a head shorter than a tall Margarita, and sutulov shoulders, he looked like a Lactarius:
  - Suvorov and Napoleon, too, not fathoms!
  Naked Margarita giggled:
  - If you want I will help you, faster to heal! To join the battle with the Wehrmacht as soon as possible!
  Two boys and a girl still very young, but wounded like the field after the shelling, cried:
  - Of course, even very want!
  Stalin-Putin at this time received information that the Germans have made major strides in Africa. Here, and fell even earlier than in real history Talbuk.
  You can be glad that the British get. But while there are no own victories, it is premature. That's the second shock army, the Germans were finished. It seems that the Germans had plans to attack Tikhvin, but in real history they did not have enough strength.
  Stalin-Putin sang in a hoarse voice:
  - Soon there will be bits of samurai, under the pressure of steel and fire!
  After that the great leader was engaged in that called Ministers. At the same time there was an idea to visit a front line and to encourage soldiers. But in reality few of Stalin traveled around the country, and almost did not fly. In General the leader was afraid of attempts. That Putin moved around a lot, and constantly in danger. Even think, he was a fortune teller predicted that he will break into the plane.
  Yes, that's interesting, how there in Russia without him? Whether Medvedev will be able to win elections, what policy will carry out? Dmitry himself, the former President of the people is not too popular. And of course, charisma is not fully endowed.
  But he has no serious rivals. Where they can cope with Medvedev, who has all the media and administrative resources. Zyuganov and against Yeltsin was weak, and against Medvedev scored only seventeen percent against seventy.
  So instead it will be Medvedev... as well as the policy will turn. For sure, Dmitry Anatolyevich will try to reconcile with the West. As would from this what not'. Some told him to put the Prime Minister Rogozin. But Putin did not listen. And here is such a situation arose. Maybe he was wrong about that. But Rogozin has a hostile relationship with Kadyrov, and Putin feared, that will then a new war. Yes and at all of course his policy on Chechnya was short-sighted. It was necessary to have two leaders of Chechnya and that they hated each other. But the stubbornness was stronger.
  And Fortuna, or whoever else was suggested that a higher power you still elongated. However, too successful politicians usually do not live long. Yes there is such that geniuses are short-lived. Interestingly, Putin is a genius or a minion of fortune?
  Recently, he doubted his genius. Somehow you feel indecision in decision-making. And while at the front goes under Stalin was. Maybe it's better that way. And with Stalingrad begin the offensive and the collapse of the Germans?
  Stalin-Putin decided to consult with Zhukov, Shaposhnikov and Vasilevsky.
  . CHAPTER 10.
  Magda giggled merrily.:
  - But in Russia such severe frosts... and here when barefoot ran on snow in mountains, I know what it is a flour.
  Christina bared her teeth.:
  - Little Magda runs barefoot through the burning snow ... it is symbolic as if in a fairy tale ... Tales of pure, yet childish and not selfish love...
  Magda cheerfully winked at her friend:
  - This is like the Fuhrer's?
  Christina confirmed.:
  - Almost! We're just driving, not running barefoot through the hot desert sand. Yes, even after the victory.
  Bound ebony muttered in German:
  - Fearsome angels I'm ready to serve you! You're a goddess, I am your slave!
  Christina stroked her slightly rough black prisoner's foot over her brown curly hair:
  - You Negroes are slaves by nature! This is of course with one hand well, someone has to work hard from dawn to dusk, to carry out the dirty job... But a slave by nature, nasty nature a traitor and he cannot be trusted weapon. We are Germans, in turn, the most cultured and highly organized nation on Earth. Great nation of warriors, and for good reason, all European army, and even in Russia served as mercenaries-Germans, and most often in command positions!
  Magda threw it ferociously.:
  Yes you will serve us as a slave. We have special menageries for black people. And you remains until...
  Christina offered.:
  - Let him kiss our feet. After all, it will be nice for us, and the Niger humiliated.
  Magda shook her head vigorously.:
  - I don't know about you, but disgusting if skin true Aryan will touch lips stinking Niger. So...
  Kristana didn't agree.:
  - No! And I liked the contrast. Well, look....
  Fiery red-haired beauty shoved the black his legs hurt. He enthusiastically began to kiss the long, smooth, chiseled fingers of the goddess. And the girl in response, only gently smiled, thick lips of the Negro tickling tanned skin. Here language of the prisoner walked on the elastic, slightly dusty foot of the girl. It's nice after all, when you humiliate a strong, almost two-meter man.
  Magda was surprised.:
  - Strange, and you that, not hate whether?
  Christina smiled.:
  - No! Why would I be disgusted?
  Magda chose to remain silent: what it to interfere in the Affairs of a friend. In fact, they were brought up that the German woman should be not only a warrior but also a loving, tender wife and a healthy mother. But she did not think about the guys, maybe due to heavy physical activity, or just until she found her pair. However, Christine, it seems, is tired. She hit the Negro with her ankle on the nose, so much so that the yushka flowed and offered Magda:
  Can we sing?
  Magda nodded.:
  Sure we will! Otherwise it becomes sad!
  Girls tigress sang, and their friend happily picked up, so the song flowed like a waterfall:
  We go with a nice little from the thicket,
  The ethereal sadness with bated!
  And the cold, burning chilling,
  Pierced the broken motive!
  
  In the snow bare feet,
  Girls little white go!
  Roaring like wolves blizzards evil,
  Tearing flocks of birds-birds!
  
  But the girl knows no fear,
  She's a fighter mighty forces!
  Barely covered for flesh shirt,
  We will win!
  
  Our warrior is the most seasoned,
  Him with a sledgehammer to bend!
  That move gently maples,
  Snowflakes are falling on your chest!
  
  Afraid it is not our custom,
  Don't you dare tremble with cold!
  The enemy is bold with a neck bullish,
  It's sticky, nasty as glue!
  
  Such power among the people,
  That has created Saint rite of passage!
  For us and faith, and nature,
  The winning result will be!
  
  Christ Inspires The Motherland,
  Tells us to fight to the end!
  Below the planet was a Paradise,
  All hearts will be brave!
  
  Will be happy soon people,
  Let life sometimes heavy cross!
  Brutally deadly bullets,
  But the one who fell is already risen!
  
  Science gives us immortality,
  And the mind of the fallen will return!
  But if you wimp out, you believe,
  Once the enemy will twist the bill!
  
  So pray at least to God,
  Make a mistake don't, laziness away!
  Judge the Almighty very strict,
  Though, and can sometimes help!
  
  Me homeland just more expensive,
  Holy, wise country!
  Our leader hold tight the reins,
  Blossom Motherland is born!
  Girls from the elite battalion SS "Tigress" sang to what is beautiful, and the words were heartfelt. In General, there was a stereotype that the SS - means executioner!
  But it's not. There were, of course, special punitive units, most often as part of the guard divisions that carried out special operations, but most of the SS divisions were just elite guard of the Wehrmacht. In General, I must say that the red, totalitarian propaganda is not the most reliable source of information about the second world war. After all, it is clear that the Communist leaders of Agitprop could not but be unbiased and objectively cover the events. So that it is difficult to judge, where was the real truth, about the atrocities of the Nazis, and where fiction.
  In any case, the fact that not every SS soldier - a butcher and a monster, forced to admit those who are seriously engaged in historical research. In addition, before the attack on the Soviet Union ; the Nazis in General in the occupied territories behaved tolerantly, Western sources do not indicate any mass atrocities and massacres.
  Here and now the girls-tigress helped the prisoners get out of the car; friendly Pat on the broad shoulders of the dead men. Then the girls were invited to eat...
  The dinner was modest, but in the desert, shot a Zebra and each girl got prepared in Arabic, the shish kebab. At all Arabs, at least, superficially were determined friendly and those who knew German, even tried to joke, or cautiously help patting legs girls.
  Magda pushed away the clinging Arab and declared:
  Not for you!
  Cristina followed suit, pushing her bare foot away. :
  Get a harem!
  Magda he was smiling, proposed:
  - But tell me Christine, what would you do if you became the wife of the Sultan?
  Red-haired girlfriend noticed with doubt:
  Is actually controversial happiness... While watching still wife of the Sultan. If the great Ottoman Empire was in its heyday, then... it would be a very good thing... I would reform the Turkish army, improve my weapons ... and probably turn my eyes to the East first.
  Magda agreed.:
  - Right! But it is a shame for Turkey that it could not conquer Iran even in its heyday. That was quite possible, moreover, that the Persian army was retarded. Interestingly, the great Fuehrer, which will decide to win the Turkey, or to include in his the coalition, leaving the Ottomans bone, including some not-too-valuable land of Iran?
  Christina shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment:
   I don't! In fact, recently there were rumors that we will attack the Soviet Union ... they Say that The Russian wealth and fat lands of Ukraine, even very necessary!
  Magda picked up her bare feet with her fingers a mug of tea and, quite deftly, lifted her to her chin, pouring brown liquid into her. At the same time, the girl-tigress managed to talk:
  - Ukraine has very rich, fat lands. Under the wise German leadership, and with our high farming culture, they will yield record harvests. And then we have bread, which is cheaper than water. Yes, and the Ukrainians themselves it will be for the good, because the Soviet government just robs them, forcing them to starve!
  Cristina nodded.:
  - We these Slavs will teach our great German culture! Have to enlighten them!
  Then the conversation was interrupted by rude shouts, rest time is over.
  But after lunch, the girls re-built and made to make a forced March through the desert. After eating, running was hard and the girls-even a little tigress was moaning softly, yet however, their bodies are not warmed up. And it ran like a jerboa.
  Well, the girls, meanwhile, made up to the point when it became dark the next, his March to throw. Cristina encouraged Magda.:
  - In learning it is difficult easily in combat!
  Magda retorted.:
   In the doctrine it is difficult to live - in a battle it is easy to die!
  Having finished a run in the end, the exhausted girls were still a little pressed, then washed and went to bed. Well, how much you can twist yourself to lawlessness! Magde, I dreamed of a very dramatic composition....
  At first, the girl saw the enemy in her dreams she would again have overlooked a huge space.
  The army came from the city. Troops lined rectangle as it moves more like a rat. As usually happens in these animals is the most disgusting face! Ahead of malasari, and five tyrannosaurs, behind them the cavalry, camels, armoured knights, cavalry with soldiers easier. More infantry, light leather armor, dart-throwers, and heavy bronze armor. Were also on the most numerous archers. Bows different, small black, and big painted in yellow color.
  Part of the soldiers armed with spears and built a kind of phalanx. In General quite large by the standards of medieval army. Dinosaurs roar and inspire fear. The movement is reminiscent of rural, unforgiving, maybe just not so swift. Buzzing trumpets, beat the drums. Back the horses and oxen pulling catapults and ballista. The latter, however, are not very adapted to the field battle. Outside the city walls, the smoke rises into the sky, working the forge, forge shackles for slaves. In the tail of the army executioners in black robes, ready to subject to cruel torture rebels. Were red-hot tongs, heated drill.
  And what lies ahead in front of them: half-naked haphazardly armed slaves, including many Teens skinny, with sharp blades and black heels beating on the stones. What kind of army is a joke. Magda herself half-naked and barefoot, but did not hesitate:
  - The death of a relative concept at the time, the absolute value!
  But oddly enough teenagers and other slaves, having met a large army, began to scatter. On the contrary, the dinosaurs flew Darts and stones. First tried to beat sitting on the monster riders.
  And here's another co-worker, Christine, judging by the diamond crown noble lady. She saw approaching troops, more numerous than the intelligent warrior had expected, but I was never panicky feelings.
   They're cocky! They expect us to be tortured. What do you think of the Falcon's Beak.
  - Surprise ready! No matter how primitive dinosaurs, but more than two hundred of them, turning to flight, will crumple the entire army! The youth grinned, painted like an Indian, with red and yellow feathers.
  The Duke De Fléron, accompanied by several colonels, all in gold and jewels, rode in the middle of the cavalry:
   Well, here's a bit more and the enemy would be crushed, that was inevitable. Here the Queen, her raped a hundred warriors, and then if it is alive, I do!
  Well, here the imagination refused to the haughty Duke. What will he do with the Queen, wanted it harder, so would the descendants in centuries to come, shuddered, and ideas are not enough.
  Dinosaurs already arrived to quickly tekavcic slaves. Grabbed the least nimble. Too bold a couple of the boys jumped on them, climbed up on the mouth, stuck his spear in the teeth. But, without having kept on a shell, flew off and were cruelly trampled.
  The hawk's beak whistled loudly, and then, realizing that he did not understand, roared deafeningly:
  - Everyone now it is time!
  There was a noise and the dinosaurs flew bubbles. They looked very large, colorful, mirror, but, getting into the muzzles of dinosaurs, flared with a burning flame.
  The device, invented by Falcon beak and snow white terminator, was very simple. The usual only big starters of soap bubbles, like those that indulge children. Only instead of a soap solution is a simple but effective explosive mixture. The balls themselves inflated a light breeze, which was reproduced with the help of a spell. Unlike an artificial hurricane, it did not require too much energy.
   So the children's weapon was very effective against rushing ahead of the monsters. It looked impressive, shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow bubbles fall into the bared muzzle. Effect like Napalm bombs, the main thing is that inside the gas irritate the nasal passages of the creatures, causing panic and fear. And the flames special burning, pulling the animal soul. Covered with fire monsters turned into a General flight. So all this was frightening and unusual.
  Christina sounded the horn, amplified resonant plates:
  - Order offensive!
  Became already quite numerous cavalry of insurgents rushed to pursue the trembling army. The battle has also joined the archers. It seemed, compressed, inexorable pincers, ready to crush with a crunch like a rat woven from the soldiers ' ranks.
  Ahead as always, habitually slicing through the air, raced Christine. She put on a thin but very strong chain mail of dwarf work. However, the outlines of her seductive body, did not hide, on the contrary, every dash was visible: from the chest to the hips. Crown at the same time sparkled much brighter than it is capable of real diamonds.
  - Saryn on Kichko! - Cried the girl, in imitation of Stenka Razin. She remembered one novel from the category of tabloid, almost forbidden in the Third Reich of fantasy, where the legendary chieftain fought with an Armada of starships. It was the power and however, chivalry. And the plot is very interesting, which was not without the princesses and the infernal demon Skeletor captivity the main source of universal energy...
  There is already Magda thought, how she would have behaved in the place of the leader of the rebels. Especially once in captivity and under torture. Would have kept in this case the courage, honor, did not waver in the hands of the executioners. After all, the ataman released snide jokes on the rack, showing no flexing will and Cossack sense of humor.
  - I believe I won't flinch! - The girl told herself.
  Dinosaurs struck the private in the cavalry. They tore apart, trampled, overturned camels, horses and other fighters. Panic and cavalry, being thrown on the infantry. Imagine what a furious dinosaur is. The carcass weight of several elephants, foot, teeth, and claws shreds all in a row. The army almost immediately turned into a frightened crowd, which is torn to pieces by slaves and soldiers who defected to the side of the legitimate Queen.
  Christine personally supervised the felling and prosecution. Several riders swooped down on it and were immediately finished off. Duke Aileron with a select group of guards tried to stop the raging flow. On him and struck Cristina. Simultaneously rotating both swords, warrior relentlessly chopped guards, leaving no chance.
  Overloaded with armor Goblin on a camel tried to resist her.
  Christina grinning rapaciously, noticed:
  - And you think growth will beat skill?
   Elephant tramples on an ant! A hairy giant growled.
  - And pass before the mouse! At the big people big mistakes! - After a few rapid strokes, the girl found the slit in the visor and struck the enemy.
  - Not long music played! I struck through the visor! And the evil servant in your ad visor! - Warrior has shown language.
   Joke like Kristina, especially rhyme and pun. And if so then the cabin went more quickly. Snow white-the terminator dropped from the air pots with an incendiary mix reinforcing panic.
   Whether still will be! Oh - Oh - Oh! The warrior fairy said.
  Christina broke through to Duke Fleron. Was surrounded by guards: four Goblin for eight-legged camel is able relatively easy to carry a lot of monsters.
  The Duke gave an order to General Chicigo.
  - Try to collect the fist part is not the most valuable forces to apprehend the rebels, and he move faster to the gate.
  - So we have to lock ourselves in the city? - With obvious disappointment asked the General.
  - Most likely, Yes! None of your business! The Duke snapped.
  - Sorry to anyone! Some ragamuffins are pushing us! - General released in your breath trickle of orange flame.
  - Alas, what the hell is this! Suddenly frightened said the Duke.
  Christina in a wild jump cut down a Goblin and two soldiers. On it into three goons.
  Fleron yelled.:
  - Kill the bitch!
  An arrow fired by Magda( she also desperately fought and tried to keep up with friends), knocked one of the attackers. Another monster killed Christine.
  - Sorry, handsome, I was the first, because people.
  The surviving Goblin has fallen asleep:
   Humans are parasites! There are goblins bits!
  The girl in response to cut his leg under his knee, and put his head in a furious face.
  - How about a broken nose?
  From terrible blow of the beauty the head of a monster swung, and the monster fell down from a camel. Christina was able to beat, so that it strikes paralyzed large animals the size of elephants. To do this, select the desired point, and beat the code with an acute angle when the cartilage of the nose enters the frontal lobe of the brain.
  - I'm driving the truth into your heads! - Cried the girl.
  Duke Fleron tried to shoot the girl with a poisoned dagger with a spring.
  Christine caught the flying blade and knocked the sword. The metal came into contact with the metal and flew away. The tigress girl jumped off the saddle, flew over and threw the blade on the helmet.
  - Here, get a capitalist!
  The concussion shattered helmet, together with your head. What was left of the Prince fell from his horse. Christina stuck out her tongue, it was a long pink and showed it to everyone.
  - What you so torment, can be, arrive at.
  The death of the Prince broke the morale of the army. The soldiers either fled or surrendered in droves. The shock was too great. Only mercenaries and know tried to organize semblance of resistance. But such outbreaks were quickly extinguished.
  Christina encouraged the troops, even almost unarmed teenagers, boldly rushed and they, perhaps, even had to be restrained. The girl dumped some tens fighters, but further there was nobody to kill.
  To close the gates did not, in addition, some of the townspeople rebelled, the dump began.
  Baron de Capricorn, learning about the riot in the city, raised by slaves, demanded:
  - To execute all slaves, to enter mass executions.
  Snow white-the terminator however, was quicker, having dispersed a fiery stream to the guard, established a standard of the Queen directly on a tower.
  - And that you wanted us to be liberal. Maybe even surrendered.
  The risen citizens, a set of slaves broke through to the Governor's Palace. Christina broke into the gate, she beat and destroyed everyone.
  Magda received a couple of scratches, but only got angry from this, here is his sword, was laid Troll-corporal, then she rapidly climbed up to the top.
  Warrior, jumping leg, stabbed in the chest of the Goblin that flew off the wall, stumbling on the cobblestones dug into spears.
  - I wonder how fat you taste!
   Her swords found abundant food again, colliding with the guards. But most of the garrison did not resist. Only a Palace with selected parts, for the most part hired soldiers turned out to be a tougher nut to crack. He is the Falcon's claw attacked the cover. Christina, meanwhile, literally soared higher, meeting with Capricorn face to face. Around the Baron were only a dozen people, the case for the warrior two to three seconds. Then he faced the nobleman.
  The battle, in fact, was not a warrior touched her fingers to her shoulder Baron and paralyzed him.
  - You can count on the Queen's mercy. However, the people's court of pity does not know!
  She was jumped by a guy who looked like a Faun.
  - What animal do you want on the brain? - Cursed warrior.
  Although he was moving faster than normal human, Christina parried the lunge, and kick in response was demolished ugly head:
   Here's Faun. The whole universe is full of these things. Or maybe another kind of Goblin.
  The warrior moved to the Palace, but did not, the rebels and the townspeople dealt with the garrison arrived earlier than this diva.
  Magda managed to kill only two scumbags. Spun around its axis, saying philosophically:
  - You can't beat everyone without beating yourself-you can't beat yourself without learning from everyone!
  The Governor had time to kill before the warrior intervened. However, this eliminates the hassle of the court, dignitary, it seems, was kind of a jerk if they dealt to the citizens. Fatty body is hacked into the cabbage, leaving the whole limb.
  The girl-tigress scolded too zealous rebels.
  - Remember, the main thing is the ability to live by fair laws. It is time to bring the people's order.
  In the city quickly cleaned corpses, there were not many and stranded streets, trimmed trees. Local authorities, including former slaves, were elected. However, slaves made the majority of the population, in them wrote down all in a row, first of all from among the poor.
  Leniniste had first led the people to the oath. The young Queen became darker, pale from confinement is lost, the shoulders and hips expanded, newly washed hair shone pearly white. She was very beautiful and feminine, not devoid of good power. The priests with the zeal to lead the people to the oath. But it was evident that the Ministers of the black cult I just don't feel very righteous Queen, forbade human sacrifices, reduced Church tax. And now on the stake stick people, especially the often sacrifice of innocent children, primarily boys. A man in hell should be ahead.
  On the occasion of the oath of black the priest asked:
  - Let's cut a dozen boys and six girls!
  Have leniniste roughly threw:
  - No better than you! On fire of a sadist!
  The priest picked up and carried to the pre-associated wood and knots. Magda, meanwhile, had wiped his blade and stood next to Christina, with surprise asking:
  - Strange, but what started the rebellion.
  It partner with a smirk answered:
  - To restore the Queen to her rightful throne. Leniniste was the legitimate heir, and sits on the throne of the usurper.
  Magda still doubted:
   One does not happen very often that the rightful heirs to the throne, appealed for help to the mob.
  Christina quite logically said:
  - Friendship with the mob does not humiliate, if it leads to the heights of power! Well, in this case, it may be the last chance of the disgraced Queen.
  Magda sharpened her sword, scratched her bare, girlish heel. Charlotte was wearing pearl sandals. She suddenly caught the playful boy by the hand. Kid it seems wanted to extricate from-for belt warriors purse. Strong Christina picked up the boy at arm's length. However, the child looked to be about ten years, no more and he burst into tears:
  - Oh, aunty don't! I more so...
  Magda violently interrupted:
  - I don't know about that! Enough, however, the thief still need to be punished, otherwise he will get used to irresponsibility! What do you advise Christine?
  Warrior-tigress grimaced face:
  - I think a spanking will be enough! Don't maim a child by chopping off his hand.
  Magda agreed.:
  - Here so we will hand over to guards and, let him be flogged!
  The little brat suddenly began to tearfully beg:
  - Don't need to, better man me to itself a squire.
  Cristina snorted contemptuously.:
  Thief to the squire... What a fool I am! Yes, you're still small, what would my Arsenal to carry, just fall. So that. - Girl shouted. - Her guardian, it is necessary to punish the thief...
  Magda suddenly giggled:
  - So no guards, she fled... Have the kid lead us to the Queen to she decided!
  . CHAPTER 11.
  Maslova and Margarita Magnetic made their way for the front line. Young girls moved through the swamps, which abounded Kursk land, even if not as everywhere as in Belarus. The girls were in camouflage and barefoot, moving with the agility of vipers, but the vipers are beautiful. : To perform the Maslov whispered:
  Amazingly, the wound healed so quickly... It's a miracle never seen. Maybe you are!
  Barefoot, Margarita shook her head:
  - No! Here there is no magic, nor angels-clear cutting science! Or do you think it's just the grace of the Lord?
  : To perform Maslova replied:
  But our medicine do not know how! How do you do that? I personally do not understand.
  Margaret went on to explain:
  - You see, the human body is extraordinarily complex. It has several types of stem cells responsible for regeneration, as well as various sets of genes that contain information about tissue structures.
  Maslova clapped her eyes:
  - I at all something only seven-year-old came, explain it easier!
  Bolipata Margaret nodded, splashed his bare legs hurt on dirt:
  - Our fabrics, it is a wall from bricks, wounds damage. If you prick at a certain point with a needle, then connect an electric alternating current, and simultaneously introduce a combination of medicinal herbs, the bricks begin to grow rapidly and compress the damage. As a result, the fabric is intact, and even no scar, only unburned strip on the skin.
  Barefoot Maslova snorting, asked:
  - And why, so does not treat the official medicine?
  Margaret did not answer immediately:
  - You see, I already wrote to the people's Commissariat of health, but so I was told that it is only superstitious women's dreams. Yes, and the Orthodox Church considered such method of demons. Why something good not especially believe. Whether this is some new way to kill, then ... Although also not sure!
  Maslova giggled:
  - A have us but "Katyusha" there is! It's better than"Vanyusha". Rather, the German six-barreled mortar is "Ass". When it shoots, it seems that the torn donkey roars for a long time. Even funny.
  Barefoot Margarita sang, delicate voice:
  The donkey was angry today! He found out what a stupid donkey! And the other was still running, the machine started to flow!
  The girls are thrown mashinkami as balls tennis:: to perform the Maslow even proposed:
  - And come up with the joke that the Nazis words to put?
  Margarita squeezed through the swamp, passing a terrible swamp, grinning, answered:
  - Kill the words - it's real! And also scientifically justified. In particular, the same hypnosis, when a certain set of words and waves sent by the brain, act on the consciousness of the vis-a-vis. What kind of waves and how the brain emits them is unknown. It is not known yet, but the fact that they exist shows practice. For example, wolf messing managed without a document to get out of the Central building on Lubyanka, and then go back, passing the guard.
  Barefoot Maslova was surprised:
  - Really, though! I've heard of hypnosis, but honestly, I had no idea it gave you that kind of power.
  : To perform the Margarita confirmed:
  I even withdrew money from the account in the savings Bank. About a hundred thousand, however, he was allowed to experiment. Although perhaps it's... how to tell I my guru told me that in Tibet some magicians that, but compared to them only a journeyman, a first-grader against the academician. Yes, and for me to say, not grown!
  Maslova said with excitement in her voice, blowing dirt from her cheek:
  - I am surprised how with such power hypnotists have not yet seized power! After all, they can subdue anyone in this way!
  Margaret caught her fingers bare feet Komar and whistled:
  - Here you are komarechka, one of the first birds of spring! I'm so glad to catch you, didn't want handsome to tear!
  Maslova giggled:
  - Maybe you are a mosquito, a sermon read!
  Naked Margarita giggled:
  - No, better, a lesson of political information among insects for extermination, all creatures of various stripes.
  Barefoot Maslova philosophically noticed:
  - The suit is thieves, and trump! By the way I wonder why the time Soviet power exists, but damn thieves are not translated! Just some horror!
  Naked Margarita whistled softly:
  - This is because, that immediately people re-educate impossible! Therefore, Stalin is strict, shooting stacks, trying to instill in our people a sense of duty, honor, nobility. Hence the stiffness for a higher purpose. Killing, Communists bring closer that moment: When people will never kill other people, and all fallen in unequal fight will be resurrected by force of Communist science. And there will be peace in the world!
  The girl slapped the puddle with bare heel.
  Maslow: to perform agreed and brought aphorism:
  Better a hundred times to kill light targets than once to lie to people for their own selfishness! Man and weak, and strong, here much depends on the spirit, which he brought up in itself, Bolshevik or bourgeois. And spirit around the head! After all, without a head most powerful body, just a corpse!
  Golden-haired Margarita interrupted her young girlfriend:
  - Know beauty, I by all to meet us, or rather slightly to the right moving group of soldiers.
  Barefoot Maslova whispered:
  - A lot?
  - Man, seven-eight and apparently this scout! - Margarita made eyes, winked. Crushed bare toes of the right leg Midge. - You know what this means to us!
  Maslova snorted contemptuously:
  I have to explain! And two girls is not so difficult to hide from these bastards and dogs.
  Naked Margarita ran her hand down her throat.:
  - We won't hide, we'll just kill them!
  Maslova spread her hands, and whispered:
  - In this case will noise, and we light up!
  Margarita smiled.:
  - No noise! We like a surgeon carefully, with a knife! Follow me!
  The two barefoot girls accelerated the movement, they reminded the female tigers chasing Buffalo. Even unbelievable but eight men to Nazis, called the warriors, only a feeling of contempt mingled with pity.
  Margarita: to perform even irony:
  - When hunting a man - it is the hook on the rod, when the woman is the harpoon of the whaler!
  A group of male fascists tried to move silently, but they did not particularly succeed. There were eight of them, all large, well-fed. Barefoot Maslova considered for a moment that he who formed such a group, not a distant mind, if sent to the exploration of tactile guys.
  They make a noise like locomotives, even disgusting to approach them. : To perform the Margarita got acute otochennye dagger, Maslova followed her example. In the eyes of two or Panthers beamed wild death.
  Girls-warriors acted in concert, as if they have established a telepathic connection, but maybe it was. Couple of fascists behind, and a warrior overtook them. A sharp tug behind the forehead to expose the neck, and a blade cutting through the carotid artery. This movement lionesses knocking in the jump of the horns of the Buffalo, and then paw to the throat.
  The Nazis were destroyed silently, the bare-footed warriors held their fall to the monsters too loud, not flopped into the swamp. Crimson blood mixed with Tina, forming a unique shade of dampness and death. Barefoot Margarita showed one hand two fingers, the other toe, and a bloody dagger held in his teeth.
  Girls as gamblers, who beat the first bet, rushed for the monsters. Two more. And then repetition is the mother of learning, like the reception, only Margaret punched a Nazi under your knee to make it easier. But Maslova hand slightly trembled, the blade passed cleanly and fascist had to cry out. Then the Soviet warrior stabbed the creature with the dagger in the chest.
  - Follow the führer, you bastard!
  The German fell, issaka blood. Four survivors of the Nazis, grabbed the guns, but the shot did not. Maslova was ready to swear that a second ago Margarita had nothing in her mouth, and now from the device resembling a children's harmonica, as if spiders flew out. The four scoundrels froze as if paralyzed. Rather, the views of the Nazis really were glazed. Maslova has seen enough of these, when she was wounded in the hospital. It is the views of the dying soldiers, then the soul leaves istomino and torn by bullets and shrapnel in the body. However, this time, the Nazis seemed to be no semblance of damage. Margaret, jumping up to them, with a fast cat, grabbing the tail of a mouse, walked a dagger through his throat, and winked:
  - You must think it's a Magnetic bastard!
  Maslova negatively waved her just shaved head:
  I don't think anything! The enemy is the enemy! And we are not up to cheap sentiment. Only one thing is not clear, how are you them?
  Naked Margarita shrugged her shoulders:
  - Not all weapons, that there is I have, there is and in army. It's so simple homemade, which still need to be able to use.
  Maslova asked:
  - Teach me!
  Barefoot Margarita shrugged it off:
  - Well, not now, I'll teach you! There are far more important problems.
  The warrior wiped his dagger, and then even licked drops of blood off the blade. Her pink tongue twitched like a snake. The girl searched her pockets, put something in the bag. Maslova also overcoming disgust, examined the dead Nazis, and as it turned out not for nothing. In pocket have one of them she has found the bundle, with heavily values, rings, brooches, earrings, and even gold crowns perhaps torn alive. The girl frowned.:
  - The Jackal! Came not so much to fight, how many pillage! And how these monsters can be tolerated! You were right to stab them with Marguerite.
  Golden-haired warrior answered:
  - I slashed the dagger across his throat, not because he was evil, and that when you find their corpses, the Nazis did not have the idea that we have applied a new weapon. Why to give out a secret, especially, I personally expect that it will be possible to introduce similar rather.
  Barefoot Maslova was curious:
  - And on what principle, it all works! You can tell me, I'm not the talkative type. Once even were captured, the Nazis beat until he lost consciousness, his back was sporali, and I don't even groaned. And then even managed to escape... So I will not give up!
  Margarita made a gesture:
  Crawling further, because the June the night is short. And the see still a cutie, you'll catch a cold, so after all!
  Barefoot Maslova objected, raising the tone:
  - I've never had a cold, even in the harsh Russian winters. But the move does not hurt.
  Indeed, barefoot girlish legs have already become stiff, the nights in early June, this strange summer, still cold, even subzero temperatures happen. However it is still Ukraine, where spring comes much earlier than in Central Russia. Maslova remembered the story, offered:
  - Maybe we can get deeper behind the lines and capture Bandera. This traitor is a disgrace to the entire Ukrainian people!
  Naked Margarita smiled.:
  - If there be such an order, I'm ready to RAID and Kiev, to get him out. Although it may be better not to touch him, he will become a Martyr. Heard, it seems, Goering, together with the possessed Fuhrer, promised to give Ukraine full independence.
  Maslova snorted, splashing water:
  - Breshet! Actually, tell me more about your harmonica.
  Margarita said softly:
  - Quite simply, I clench my teeth, starting a compressed mechanism, and then take off the needle soaked in a potion of a dozen herbs and minerals. When hit, it causes instant paralysis and even death. I. e.all simply, remained only expanding raise, this lip gun. Then it will be all super!
  Barefoot Maslova offered:
  - If you use the principle of the machine! Popping with the help of expansion by explosion. Isn't that awesome!
  Naked Margarita nodded.:
  - I thought about it, but it's too noisy! In addition, it is technically difficult to realize such in harmonica, but nothing will work.
  Maslova sang:
  - About how many to us of discoveries wonderful,
  Promises scientific, light work!
  And experience the son of errors difficult,
  And the genius, paradoxes friend!
  Barefoot Margarita a few pointedly frowned:
  Is someone else's poetry - I think Pushkin! Let's write something of our own. We can too.
  Maslova puffed out his cheeks:
  Girls can do everything! It is with the king women were considered for cattle, although they are well ruled.
  Margarita, having jumped out of an ice-hole and having carried out barefoot a leg on it is unknown as to the remained snowdrift, asked again:
  - Kings ruled?
  Barefoot Maslova said:
  - No Queen! For example Elizabeth and Catherine II. Actually, the doctrine of a weak female mind, fiction.
  Margarita pulled a face.:
  - The Jews! Now the Nazis and the Jews are not friends, so... I don't understand, to forgive Hitler to such atrocities. Or rather, not only Hitler, but his co-defendant, Goering, he, too, was a bit of a pig, rather, and now there is!
  Barefoot Maslova took a deep breath, and said:
  - Jewish people are good, but the Zionist elite, sucks all the juice out of the Nations of the world. They want to subjugate the Soviet Union and our lands, and Goering is just a puppet in the hands of the greedy. Enough about politics, though. Let's sing!
  Naked Margarita was delighted:
  - Well, of course we'll sing! But watching what? Just play with the words it's not for me, but remain silent... Silence is Golden, only low order! So low that the price is inferior to the silver stream of eloquence!
  Maslova added:
  - The stream of eloquence generates the river of free-thinking, and that ocean of prosperity!
  The girls began singing at the same time:
  It was all fine before,
  Nature as if the Sun-mother!
  Here is a lush forest - the blooming of hope,
  Us in joy-love, dance!
  
  All the grief evil are not familiar,
  People ruler fair,
  Everywhere the comfort of his home,
  Country a single team!
  I love the Motherland so,
  Do not climb the enemy do not disturb!
  And chest from the enemies got,
  When will trample steel louse!
  We were happy in Russia,
  Where equals, with honor: I and you!
  After all, we have assassin not mastered,
  From the icon view of Holy features!
  That me in battles joy of the,
  When all parts of bodies are sore!
  What is sweeter than even the God of garden,
  The impact of the Soviet of the devil!
  Fighting, bleeding,
  But you're never alone!
  We serve the Fatherland with love,
  And flag burning as the colour of the rowans!
  So Russia was shaking I do not remember,
  Though God is the executioner sometimes gloomy!
  In hearts with Stalin easily me,
  And song against-gloomy doom!
  Bare foot knocked the dew,
  What birches slender camp!
  Plan a creepy German - Barbarossa,
  Everything that is expensive-blow!
  War, shells-it's tough,
  The blood doesn't pour heady wine!
  Charred in opal birches,
  Fire outside the broken window!
  And in this world God is cruel,
  The whole creation cries, the circle of hell!
  Christ is crying lonely,
  There's no force to pull the navel!
  At the party, we hope,
  Talented and strong people!
  We fought the bastards first,
  And now the trumpet is roaring!
  Children face as the battle subsides,
  Let in the future all wars-his!
  Plant apples and cherries,
  And the tanks will be scrapped!
  And fly to other planets,
  Let's build happiness-communism!
  Other worlds will send greetings,
  As a Falcon knight is torn up!
  Girls and sang, and crawled. They sang quietly, but crawled at the same time quickly. There they passed the swamp and were in the rear. Now their task is to take "language". And not an ordinary soldier, but an officer, or even better General. Naked Margarita took out the transmitter and began to listen to the air. Then barked.
  - We'll use the pigtail method.
  Maslova was surprised:
  Like braids?
  Margaret explained, at the same time tossing fingers bare feet knob and simultaneously picking up her:
  - This is when consistently you go from simple to complex and Vice versa. First you take a smaller lump, interrogate it, and get information about a larger fruit. Toes bare feet girls began to move even faster, they seemed to be a propeller blade. The girl threw two cones with her legs, then three, four, five. Maslova was amazed. Especially when the girl threw from heel to toe, and back:
  - I personally so skillful only with a ball! And how does that happen?
  Margarita whistled.:
  - As well as training and innate abilities. In General, diligence and talent: as a husband and wife, give birth to success only in a couple!
  Maslova sighed heavily:
  - Hard work! I don't think that's what we're missing! Although, for example far more is widely self-interest.
  Margarita said:
  - We're about to ambush the highway. Maybe we will. True Nazis are afraid of the partisans and do not go alone!
  Barefoot Maslova giggled:
  - Guerrillas, these are our competitors! So suddenly, instead of us the whole war will win! That's when valor ends.
  Margarita caught her fingers with her elegant bare feet mosquito, and not just crushed, and held the wing:
  - Chuki-Chuki-Chuk! I'll teach you that too.
  The girls crawled a little, lay in ambush. Fresh shrub, it's nice to lie in. From the highway came the faint smell of oil. Still not bloomed and it was quiet. Maslova sighed again:
  - It looks like we'll be there by noon!
  Margarita objected.:
  - Of course not! After moving at night, there is a reason, for example, not so noticeable from the plane, especially if you turn off the lights.
  Maslova tried to grab a lump herself and juggle. She wasn't very good at it. But, though the legs move and not so cold. The girl worked very vigorously. For each miss was punished and beat myself with a twig on the bare soles of his feet. A pounding on the sensitive female heel-it's nice, excited nerve endings. Even composing on the move, sang:
  War is pain, of course.,
  Opened a storm of destruction!
  But the conclusion in the eye, not the eyebrow,
  That you need to get used to the deprivations!
  When you're always full and drunk,
  Can't understand the suffering!
  You not a man, and kid,
  When you're afraid of trial!
  And the party is calling for that,
  Work, though expiring then!
  And imitate Christ in everything,
  Don't be Judas Iscariot!
  Of course, cheek substitute a,
  Shame on the glory of communism!
  Learn to kill scum.,
  So the Horde to crush fascism!
  Christ said: I brought the sword,
  To Russia forever flourished!
  The duty of the Motherland to protect the Holy,
  To the Motherland has become stronger!
  But it requires,
  To avarice cast out from the heart.
  Nazi goes-piss him,
  Don't let the bastard look around!
  Forgive the Fuhrer not ask,
  And on its knees crawl late,
   Already the soul is not to save,
  Punishment will be terrible, terrible!
  Russia you the Holy mother,
  To die for your dream!
  To the droplets of my blood to give,
  Mother, the light of God country!
  Margarita interrupted Maslova.:
  - You, of course, a good singer, but the Nazis are coming.
  The girl was delighted:
  - Finally! And the already nose from boredom curves!
  Margarita added:
  - Warriors darkness, is true strong,
  Evil rules the world without knowing the number!
  But you sons of Satan,
  Do not break the power of Christ!
  The convoy was moving like a cavalcade of elephants. Ahead drove easily recognizable by the large, long barrel steel pig T-3. Behind her cars, trucks and cars. Margarita put her finger to her lips and winked:
  - Now one of the cars will fall behind.
  Maslova shook his head slowly:
  - I do not believe the Nazis are not bad!
  - Let's bet a hundred strokes of fresh nettle on the bare feet! Margarita Suggested.
  Maslova tapped on the shoulder:
  - I agree! Come on!
  At this point, one of the last cars, began to slow down and turned to the side of the road. Margarita nodded, smiling sourly. :
   Your poor heels!
  The battle of midway ended with the crushing defeat of the Americans. And Japan took the opportunity not only to establish its hegemony in the Pacific, but also to avenge its humiliation at Khalkhin Gol by opening a front against Russia in the far East.
  But for starters, the Japanese simply announced mobilization and have become build up troops in Manchuria and the North China. Gathering a considerable army.
  In the Kremlin Royal Palace at the headquarters of the Supreme Commander is a discussion of recent events on the Soviet-German front. There is a limited number of persons called by the Chairman of the state Defense Committee.
  On an oak table with a magnificent tablecloth in crystal glasses of coffee, tea, perfect Georgian wines. From the table hangs a lush embroidered with pearls and Golden threads fringe. Snack is rich, exotic fruits, candies, chocolates, sandwiches densely smeared with fresh, black caviar. On the walls made by the best Soviet artists, bright, oily paints portraits of Russian generals. Here, of course, Suvorov, Kutuzov, Alexander Nevsky, Dmitry Donskoy. To the right of the window; Ivan the terrible, Bagration and Brusilov. The frames in the portraits are gold and decorated with artificial rubies. Political map of the world-lined with fine painting of the Ural gems. Each country has its own color and it is beautiful, rich. Of course the USSR is red, and the Third Reich is shown within the thirty-seventh year and brown. So Germany seems on the background of Soviet Russia is so small. But the situation is not the most festive, clearly thickened clouds and in the distance already rumbles.
  The Supreme commander of Joseph Vladimir Stalin-Putin is very unhappy. Fuming like a boiler of a battleship, its black carved from mammoth ivory tube, barely waiting until the end of the report, the Supreme began to scold commanders:
  - There is already in General a top of marasmus... to be beaten in Kerch having almost three times more soldiers and equipment, and defeat voluntary having entered a copper near Kharkov? Who will answer?
  Marshal Shaposhnikov calmly said:
  - Conclusions will be drawn, we struck counterattack and we will correct position if...
  Stalin-Putin suddenly, as if disappeared fuse, calmed down and continued quite friendly tone:
  - Conclusions are already made, and so far we will do without tribunals and firing articles. What is more important. We lost several armies and Rzhev, and at Kharkov, and Leningrad to the Crimea. Our troops have actually lost all initiative, and the morale, which soared after the Moscow counterattack, is now really undermined. Just about the enemy will rush to Moscow, and his onslaught will have to reflect by all means. Wait a few more months, when new reserves will be formed and the plants evacuated to the Urals will work in full force!
  Shaposhnikov on the gesture of the leader realized that talking is allowed only while he coughed. Then he said in a deliberately sluggish tone:
  - Perhaps we will have another headache, and very serious.
  Stalin-Putin, put the black phone and looked at Marshal. Usually it is treated with Shaposhnikov is not entirely clear to the rest respect. Always calling by name patronymic. And this Marshal one of the very few specialists of the Royal army, who not only survived during the mass purges, but even managed to rise to great heights and rare before the second world war the rank of Marshal. Yet even the Zhukov Marshal of the Soviet Union. But now Stalin was very angry. Do not write off past losses, the sudden blow of the Nazis. And Shaposhnikov with his sleek hair, unnaturally black hair for such a solid age, and some, fish, lifeless eyes, too, very cool annoying.
  That can give in modern war, the old king's school? Tried against Hitler, to fight the old strategy that the first world war was won and where are they now? Young Rommel crushes the British, despite the obvious minus in the forces in Africa, and even earlier the strategy of the commander of the new wave of Einstein won in Europe. Against this background, it is clear that Shaposhnikov's time is hopelessly gone. And now the Marshal will say another nasty thing that will have to swallow. But, although Stalin is Putin and he already guessed what will be discussed.
  - Speak!
  Marshall, lowering his voice, said:
  - Japan declared a General mobilization call up an army of millions of soldiers. - Pause and timid gaze of the Supreme. Painfully, he looks evil, but apparently must continue. - And for this you need after such a loud victory? Once the Japanese capture the Hawaiian Islands, their positions in the Pacific ocean will become inaccessible. And to hold the captured they do not need millions of new soldiers. It is enough to already have naval forces, except that with the resources of the colonies a couple of aircraft carriers will adjust... So many millions of Marines need...
  Again pause, perhaps Shaposhnikov awaits, that for him will continue Stalin. However, the Supreme looks at the portrait of Alexander Suvorov, apparently expecting that he will give him a hint. The look of the Russian Generalissimo seems ironic, as if he is mocking the Commander-in-chief. Cappers continued himself:
  - Because in China, the Chiang Kai-shek threw all the resources of the war against the red army, Mao, and the capture of the populous but resource-poor India has no practical meaning, does not require such a Herculean effort so, conclusion... can't wait for Hirohito to take revenge for Khalkhin Gol.
  Stalin-Putin interrupted the silence, barely holding back anger, said:
  - And they can do it, in the far East is now almost an open course, only the secondary parts, the fleet is disarmed, the best Siberian divisions, including those that distinguished both in Manchuria and near Moscow on the Soviet-German front. That is, we can get something opposite to the previous result!
  Cappers reluctantly confirmed:
  - Yes, it seems that is exactly what can happen... Which is very not like!
  - What can you say bugs? - Stalin-Putin shifted his eyebrows.
  General of the army Georgy sounded answered:
  - If to bring back those divisions that made them last time bashing, the Japanese will not dare to turn up!
  Stalin-Putin took a couple of steps. It was felt, not so decent age a lot of energy. Abruptly turned around, the leader-President, asked Beria:
  - What about the intentions of Japan's intelligence?
  The people's Commissar of internal Affairs, nervously rubbing a pence, a soft voice with the Georgian accent a voice, answered:
  - Definitely it is about to increase the number of troops to at least eight million. If you estimate that, four million Marines could be thrown into our land!
  Stalin-Putin shifted his eyebrows and said softly:
  - The population of Japan is about a hundred million, and a million in four hundred with the colonies. Germany in the borders of the thirty-seventh year, is seventy millions. Given Austria, the Sudetenland, the annexation of Poland and France, a million so ninety ... Plus two hundred and fifty million in the satellite countries and under occupation and fifty more of our lemons... And you think we can do that?
  Shaposhnikov again caught the allowing look of the leader. He still appreciates his analytical mind. Dark tone, but answered honestly:
  - If we stay on two fronts and without allies it is unlikely, but.... On our side are Britain, the United States and the countries under its control. And Japan has not yet opened a second front. This is only speculation...
  Zhukov logically observed:
  - Now, when they are ready to rush, it is extremely dangerous for us to weaken the front against them and remove parts from there...
  - So that to give the far East and Mongolia to the Japanese! - Shouted Stalin-Putin, and not many by slowing down voice added. - We can not ignore the preparation of the samurai, our troops in the far East should be significantly strengthened...
  Shapochnikov in a hoarse tone, added:
  - And in Mongolia, too ... the very configuration of the borders, makes a very dangerous blow to our ally. All the more, if not considered Primorye, then to circumvent affluent Amur discard can only, through Mongolian land.
  Stalin-Putin nodded according to:
  - Logical! Moreover, the fact strengthen our army in the far East is able to repel all aggressive ambitions of Hirohito and his clique!
  Beetles blustery and silent. Browsing General of the army seemed much bigger than standing, and the neck and is bullish. There is a lot of physical strength, as well as energy. He was in a difficult position. Indeed, Japan cannot be allowed to seize Siberia, which, incidentally, is full of military plants and pose a threat to the Urals. But on the other hand, where to get reserves, if after the spring battles strategic reserves were spent? Shaposhnikov judiciously offered:
  - Well, what? I think it makes sense to discuss where we should get along...
  Vasilevsky, whose role as a strategist increased as opals and health problems in Shaposhnikov, proposed a simple idea:
  - It is necessary to stop all private offensive operations especially in the North and in the center. All newly formed reserves are sent to the far East, while spreading rumors and overestimating their number. Even drive empty, and tanks of plywood, but, of course, together with the real. And on the Western front to move to total defense. Let the Nazis themselves abundantly irrigate all the approaches to the capital, and even if the counterattack will have to wait for a new winter, and it does not matter! You always have to wait for something!
  Stalin-Putin has asked again:
  - What can you say bugs?
  The army General replied with a sigh:
   In this case, I agree with Wasilewski, but... Then we're not going to attack Rzhev and Vyazma?
  Vasilevsky confidently, even crunching his right fingers, said:
  - And there is no sense in it without transfer of additional reserves. Only we will suffer big losses, especially the opponent already managed to dig in. Yet as they say boxers, go defensive, and then, when the enemy laid...
  - Oncoming knockout uppercut! - Finished the idea of Marshal Stalin-Putin. The leader-president of all times and peoples, with a very kind smile that was so inappropriate to the fierce expression of tiger eyes, ordered a young and beautiful maid.
  - Bring us mango juice (Stalin-Putin speaking to us meant one himself, it was guessed by intonation!) ... I think it's time to issue a decision on transfers in the form of orders.
  The secretary began to type the text on the stamp paper. All stood up, waiting for the order of the Supreme Commander - will move away or hold off ...
  They felt a mixture of fear and reverence before the monster Stalin. When there is both. Many consider, however, Joseph Vissarionovich upstart undeservedly appropriated a colossal power. Yes, even sent, many good and honest people to the next world!
  Kutuzov, Surov and Alexander Nevsky seemed to nod approvingly to the leader of the nation. The rest of the portraits abstained from ratings. The chief-president mechanically clenched his fist, looked at the bleeding veins. Of course, the situation is complicated, but the main battles are ahead. It is interesting at this point the Führer is sleeping, or also trying to make plans. Unfortunately, he has more reasons for joy. But nothing happiness is changeable, and failure is even more inconsistent.
  At the rate of Hitler in the Wolf's Lair, there really was a discussion about the company's future plans. In just that the telegram sent from Tokyo, Emperor Hirohito promised, no later than the beginning of August, to open a second front of the East. Japan needed some time to transfer forces from the metropolis, to replace unskilled workers with foreigners from the colonies, some of which were training new recruits. Although pre-conscription training in the country of the Rising Sun is at a height, as are the fees held among civilians. In any case, there are no special problems with reservists. But tanks and self-propelled guns are noticeably lacking ... But the morale of the army with the Bushido code is exceptionally high.
  The Fuhrer is in a great mood ... In Africa, Rommel took Tolbuk, a fortress that was considered impregnable, in the east a whole series of victories and new hundreds of thousands of prisoners of war, and the USA are defeated and seem to have lost the initiative in the Pacific Ocean forever. Here even air raids in recent days, almost was not. Rumor has it that Churchill is not against a separate peace? But here a contribution from him will be required, it will not seem a little. Here, on a map hanging on a wall, Britain is depicted with a dagger stuck in the very heart. Portraits of Bismarck, Blucher, Barbarossa, Frederick the Great. And the wall itself was painted in color. A large chandelier under the ceiling in the form of a silvered swastika, but with extra curves. And the public of course, a pack of wolves and jackals.
  Among the menagerie Speer and Himmler, as well as Meinstein, von Bock, Mobel, Keitel, Goering. Rommel can not be called, his offensive is in full swing. Kissilring as the best specialist in air strikes is quite appropriate.
  The Fuhrer was pushing, bouncing and jumping like a monkey:
  - We need to push and destroy the Russians, the British, the Americans! For this you need a new technique, the best tanks in the world. Including the "Tigers" capable of breaking the Russians.
  Speer solemnly declared:
  - All measures are taken to quickly introduce new tanks into service! We will do this to my Führer!
  And Hitler continued to jump and shout. He really was pretty possessed.
  And who does not communicate with the demiurge shit without a trace. What is it to be a naked woman, chopping for the fun of the crowd in the Colosseum.
  And from what the Führer started ... In the army he was a simple corporal. Small fry!
  And now he is a commander on the very crest of power. And compared with the real story, Japan also won the battle of Midway. It is encouraging.
  So the story can change. And good luck while on the side of the Fuhrer. The main thing is mobility, mobility and maximum squeezed resources from the empire.
  Yet almost all of Europe is under the heel! Of course, you should make the most of your advantages.
  The Fuhrer both takes and cries out:
  - Our friendship is a monolith, and on that it stands!
  And laugh a wild laugh!
  . CHAPTER number 12.
  Christine shook her head negatively.
  - Do not distract the queen to such a trifle as an attempt to banal theft. Besides, Leninastal is too kind, she will surely order him to release. So it would be better if we punish him on the spot. I think just to unfasten it with a twig on the heels ...
  Magda did not agree here:
  - Not! In this case, it will be difficult for him to walk, and even if we smash it to the blood, it will catch the infection. Better is easier as usual flog naughty children!
  Christine, scratching the back of her head with her bare foot, nodded:
  - Let it be so!
  During the spanking, the boy began to shout, and Magda silenced his mouth so that he could not be heard. But still a crowd of curious people gathered. They prompted as a flog thief. After he was given a kick in a beaten ass, letting go on all four sides. After that, the girls went to the nearest tavern. But then they ran into a problem, it turned out to be crowded, due to the fact that many of the rebels had already managed to get money and were in a hurry to get it out.
  Magda noticed:
  - Wide throats, characteristic of a narrow outlook!
  Christina added:
  - Who in the first place is filling the abdomen, at the last cleansing of conscience!
  The girls turned and decided to just walk down the street. Then three goblins with cudgels jumped out of the alley and one nosed troll with a hooked sword. Christina, deftly dodging a swing of a dubia, thrust the blade under her breath, a hairy, disgusting stinking creature. She did not even slow down, knocking the warrior down. Magda with a clever stroke, cut down both his club and head:
  - Got that bite!
  Christine pulled out her sword with difficulty, snarled:
  - To clarify! Having lost your head, you will not gain anything except a headache!
  After that, the warrior chopped the creature on the body, almost cutting it in half. And Magda wanted to lay the third goblin, but then with her to scrape the blade troll. It seems he is not too big, about like an average person, except perhaps denser, but fast, like ... devil.
  Magda even uttered a phrase from a sentimental novel:
  - Fast and fast, you will become a minister!
  The troll answered caustically:
  - With honor and sword, you will become a vagabond! And you after all jump barefoot girl, like a bunny and cum in a trap.
  Magda blurted out again:
  - If you fail to get rid of the hare's heart, you will howl for the wolf, from the dog's life!
  Goblin tried to take advantage of the fact that the warrior barely beat troll attacks, and tried to come up from the side. But Christina was on the alert. Quick as a female cheetah, she literally slaughtered a nasty, smelly creature. After which the warrior winked at Magda:
  - Now everything is fair!
  The troll chuckled, saying:
  - Why is the nobility so rarely found in humans, because they do not have meanness - the lifeline in the maelstrom of evolution!
  Magda deftly retorted:
  "Meanness, though, is a lifeline in the struggle for survival, but it is gnawed by worms due to its distrust!"
  The troll in response, attacked even angrier:
  - Eloquence usually flourishes when, when the possibility of physical protection fades!
  Magda, in response, tried to catch the enemy herself on the oncoming traffic, but the production of darkness attacked very diversely. In addition, it even seemed that she was deliberately playing with a girl, even mockingly scratching a warrior on the nose a couple of times. The girl was furious, and then very severely received a shot in the chest, as a result of which blood was poured. Magda tried to jump over the troll, but he slightly cut her tan-skinned skin on her stomach. And in an attempt to kick his groin, he slapped his bare fingers with a sword.
  - If you want to live make love with me! - purred freak. - You still have no chance!
  Magda snapped back:
  - No chance! And now we'll see!
  Gorgeous barefoot blonde warrior loudly sang:
  Said the executioner: the days can not see happy
  You will be persecuted and alien to everyone!
  But the army of freedom-loving fighters,
  Get rid of a countless horde!
  
  The phantom face of death: the eternal companion-wanderer,
  But we also do not need sleep-rest!
  Who in laziness is the exile everywhere
  How hard to get a dream!
  
  And what a dream - the ether-love,
  The path to it is sometimes false!
  Paul is hard, then do not slander,
  Sometimes cruel miscalculation careless!
  
  Then the years will subside in an instant young,
  And otshumit battle like a feast!
  Here the wind turns circular whirlwinds,
  Like a downpour passionately, violently poured!
  
  Believe, there will be arable land,
  Golden bread will grow up, they will be devoured!
  Well, from the icons of the saints flickering faces,
  Give it away by grace, for this work!
  
  But like a whirlwind - Seroko from the desert,
  A terrible war has come to Earth!
  They run barefoot legs,
  Although snow has already fallen - winter reigns!
  
  At home the enemies turned into ruins,
  And someone grief - lost children!
  Have fun around the neck of the weights of people
  Burns the dance of heartless executioners!
  
  People do not express grief, so tight
  No shelter, no food, no warm beds!
  Whistling like a cobra, an angry blizzard in the field,
  Where, however, the nobility - to hell a lie!
  
  The bright day will come - the glorious hour of victory,
  Motherland Eagle soars above the rocks!
  Let the feats of the soldiers be sung,
  We have a sharp sword and durable shield!
  On the last syllable of the warrior, the ugly troll collapsed, and the felled head flew off for a good twenty meters. A dazzling burst of flame suddenly came out of it, and only a handful of ashes remained in the place of the ugly head.
  Alas, such a pleasant dream of Magda turned out to be short. Again lifting and physical charge. However, the girls on this occasion and did not think complexes. They even worked with great enthusiasm. Margaret, meanwhile, decided to somewhat diversify physical activity and the girls ... were harnessed to special carts on which tanks stood. The Commander of the SS Company was pleased to say:
  - Here are girls, we will save the scarce fuel, and we will train you. A new kind of load, with an applied value!
  When the girls in bathing suits pull the tanks, and even sweat under the scorching sun, it's a cool spectacle. But the girls have to rest their bare feet on the sand and sharp stones. To moan and not give up ...
  Magda could hardly breath, philosophically remarked:
  "It"s certainly pretty, but ... This is how we now resemble the slaves of ancient Egypt." We are also dragging the heaviest cargo, but at the same time we are not even beaten with a whip!
  Christine agreed:
  - Of course, they do not beat him, but this doesn"t make it any easier! Although no - this is just fitness, combined with weightlifting!
  Magda tried to transfer the conversation to another topic:
  - What do you think, if Alexander the Great had not died at such a young age, would he capture Rome, and then the whole world?
  Christina, after a pause, answered, shaking off her sweat:
  "It's hard to say ... After all, he was planning a campaign against rebellious Arabs ... But he certainly had a chance! Although we need to rejoice that he did not succeed!
  - Why ?! - Surprised Magda, straightening rubbing shoulder strap.
  Charlotte, grinning at the tooth, replied:
  "Because in this case it would be too difficult for Hitler to beat him." And so it will be another two thousand years and the question of who was the best and greatest commander of all times and peoples, followed by a definite answer - the German Fuhrer!
  Magda pushed more onto the strap.
  - Yes, Adolf Hitler has already surpassed Napoleon ... This will become especially obvious: when we take Egypt, that Napoleon failed! And there, up to India itself ... But the main thing, of course, is landing in Britain ...
  Kristina firmly confirmed:
  - What Napoleon did not succeed in: entering London, will be made by the Wehrmacht under the leadership of Adolf Hitler! That's just interesting, we will begin the invasion of Russia, before or after?
  Magda said doubtfully:
  - I think it is better after ... Napoleon, by the way, has ruined the whole army in Russia. But we are not French. Froggers are not very capable fighters!
  The mighty blonde, pulling the strap with them, entered into conversation. Her voice seemed very low, like that of a man, although the figure was feminine and attractive:
  - Yes, the French are a bit cowardly, but their technique is not at all bad. I saw how Ziz-35, punched armor with impunity, German T-4. It was even a shame for our equipment ... So was the English Matilda. With a grenade, they can break the tracks, but pierce the armor ... They took the guns of 88 millimeters, but we have very few of them. It remains only to thrash on the tracks, and immobilize ... In general, the British are also strong in aviation ...
  Magda shivered, and despite the heat she felt a chill:
   - So they can find us in the desert and throw tanks with bombs!
  White-haired woman-hero has comforted:
  - Really get into the tank, can only dive bombers, with experienced aces. So the likelihood that we stumble exactly on them is low. In addition, I believe in our luck.
  There was a pause. In each cart with a tank harnessed for a dozen girl-tigress. They moved in two small columns, such tanned, muscular girls ... How beautiful it was ... And dunes with the color of the sun seemed pink. Marvelous landscape ...
  Magda and Christina were in the hardest work all day, and then they fell asleep like dead and plunged into their own world.
  There was a huge hologram with a stadium, where modern gladiator fights took place. The stadium was huge with many millions of people. The motley sea raged. The battle of the female gladiator Magda and the half-sensible creature from the league of dark worlds, the dust nebula, was ahead.
  Magda came out first. She was a flexible and flexible girl, with a snow-white-pearl hairstyle. The warrior made a triple flip, twisted around the arena. According to the custom, she was wearing only a thin bra and panties, especially so that it was impossible to hide the weapon. And so she had to fight half-naked with only one lightsaber.
   However, such weapons are also quite effective. The conditions of the battle are not the most comfortable under the graceful bare feet of the girl glow semi-radioactive stones. She, of course, smiles, trying not to give out pain.
  Magda is overwhelmed with energy, she jumps again and does a fivefold flip.
  - This is me!
  And her restless friend Christina explains to her boyfriend:
  - Before the fight, this girl was carefully scanned, there should not be a single chip or something electronic in it. Check maiden also for the presence of someone else's magic. That is, the gladiator can rely either on his body or on a sharp mind. However, Magda was never a fool and a simple one.
  - And what did I doubt? - Asked looking like a young man Apollo.
  - Not! But a fivefold flip, without electronics, is an indicator of good fitness. Therefore, all in admiration, your gymnasts could do that like that? - Charlotte winked slyly.
  - Three could, no five! Yes, and she jumped very high with a short run! - The young warrior spread his hands wider.
  - Such is the power! The power of the Third Reich and in other worlds.
  In the meantime, bets were made. Bye blind until the enemy. Magda seemed to be well known and loved, regardless of race and species.
  The girl-gladiator fled and first held a six-fold flip, and then a seven-fold. Then she bowed to the public. Her muscles swayed like sea ripples, in general, the girl looked spectacular: a typical Amazon. However, it is easier to hit a star with a stone than to find an ugly girl in the Great Space Empire Germany.
  - There are women in our villages: where love and honor will stop a galloping horse, it will enter a burning hut. - Fire Christine sang.
  The vast majority of unaccountable rates were in favor of Magda. True, most of the public was waiting for her rival to appear.
  And waited. The gigantic gates opened, and a huge carcass began to creep out onto the landing. It was a real dinosaur, like a raptor, only tentacles had more than thirty. And huge, at least eighty tons, thicker armor. Giant animal world.
  Millions sip, screaming, screaming, chattering, flooded with nightingale. Apparently the giant impressed them.
  - Make reasonable bets! - The computer rumbles.
  - On whom! - Chanting public.
  - Friplodorof name is! Cosa Nostra!
  Inogalaktsy all suits betting different levels. Here, in the excitement, they beat a pledge, bringing the matter to the millions. Some of those who bet on the girl Magda in the dark: they renegotiated a bet on an even larger amount! Goat Nostra impressed them!
  Followed ads.
  - Gladiator Magda has fifty-eight fights and zero defeats, Cosa-nostra has one hundred eighty-four fights and no one left alive. Place your bets!
  Girls from the SS "Tigress" battalion also made a bet, but all but the stern commander Margaret were rooting for Magda. So the rates were one-sided.
  In Margaret's guard, as a special opinion, it is necessary that the boss should not stand out against her subordinates. The girls understood this perfectly, not particularly objected.
  Only Christine's friend frowned:
  - It is better to lose money than to betray such a girl. That money is asleep, with a contemptible paper hardly anyone will be fed ...
  - Well, well, if you are so disinterested! Maybe yourself, I would like to fight? - Margaret sternly narrowed her brows.
  - And do not mind! - Said cheerful tigress Berta. - Can you go to the gladiator hall?
  "We do not have such powerful magic yet." Christine replied with a frown. - Manage to keep your aspirations: enemies will not hesitate to kill everyone, after all, there will be a revenge anyway, people cannot be killed like cattle!
  - Reasonably said! - Noted her friend Apollo.
  A signal sounded in the arena, and the battle began: the huge dinosaur Koza-nostra jumped forward. From the impact of such a colossal mass, the semi-radioactive coating of the ring vibrated.
  Christine noticed:
  - He has a specific name. Why Cosa Nostra?
  Blonde with a slight purple hue Bertha has put forward a version:
   "Perhaps this is due to the fact that in one ancient television series, Koza-nostra was an unusually cool mafia, having created its own virtual world of dinosaurs with the goal of capturing the universe!
  - And so what? - I did not understand Christina.
  "And the non-Galacts looked, and they were impressed." - Not quite surely suggested Bertha.
  - Everything is not possible, perhaps in the universe! What we conquer with our strength unchanged! - Cried Kristina. - And the soldiers of the Reich will never retreat, he is like a bright star - catch moments.
  Experienced Magda (she suddenly had a strange memory) was in no hurry to attack. She waited for the monster, jumping aside or slightly when he approached a dangerous distance and tried to crush. The beast was very fast, but because of the large mass it was inert, often overshot.
  Magda, in turn, studied his maneuvers, if the enemy won one hundred eighty-four fights, it means that he also has strengths. True, most of the battles, most likely, fell on the same animals as himself.
  When two such stupid monsters get knocked down and the one who is bigger wins.
  However, it is necessary to look closely, there are many tentacles and they are sharp, curved like a ramrod, possibly poisonous.
  The muscles of the press Magda play, she squirms like a cobra to the sounds of the fakir's pipes. Breasts shake, and Christina's fabulously handsome guy, catches herself thinking that he wants to see her completely, nude, like an ancient Greek goddess.
  The monster missed several times, but the movement did not slow down. It was evident that it is a product of hell ready to pursue the girl with the methodical nature of the machine.
  Magda jumped again, sending a kiss to the crowd. The figure of the warrior, began to shine from the speaking sweat. She was like tattered and polished bronze.
  - Yes, clever girl! - Said with admiration Bertha. - I myself would not mind dancing in the arena.
  - And I would not refuse! - Speaking like that, Charlotte's athletic guy was a little goofy. Of course, he felt some excitement and desire to fight. However, he realized the danger of a collision with a giant.
  Christina aggressively noticed:
  - I fight no worse than her!
   One can see plenty of watching the movements, Magda jumped like a grasshopper. Her lightsaber flickered, chopping off a tentacle. They scattered in different directions, spattered blue and brown blood. A few droplets fell on the girl"s naked, dark legs. The elastic skin shrank, the female gladiator shook off, but burns remained.
  - Wow, you poisonous reptile. - Her long-suffering callous feet walked through the prickles and burning sores, the body of the monster. The girl-tigress managed to step, so she did not proportion the leg.
  Bertha said in genuine admiration:
  - masterly! Like a game of genius on a musical instrument. It would be nice to do more composition.
  Christine's beloved laughed:
  - And that theory should not lag behind the practice.
  The monster twisted, forcing the girl to jump off his back. She turned over several times in the air, jumping out from under the observation, a dozen of the monster's crystalline eyes.
  Berta even jumped with delight:
  - I'm ready! There! - She exclaimed.
  - Cood-where! Where are you from and where! - Christine mocked.
  Magda attacked the dinosaur again. She decided to act in short swoops and preferably avoid poisoning. The light sword operates on the principle of photon eruptions in a stable half-space, which allows you to literally cut everything with minimal energy. The girl uses it. The truth is that in this case the gladiator sword is charged with minimal energy, which means it cuts not as hard and fast as the combatant would like. Anyway, what a fight, when one partner just beats the other.
  It is necessary that the negative character also had a chance, otherwise the public simply will not go to such shows. And luck is a changeable thing ...
  This time, Magda was slightly mistaken. The tentacles in the center turned out to be much faster than on the sides of the monster. One of them was pricked in the chest, cutting the bra. Naked breasts shook themselves, Christine's boyfriend examined their ruby nipples, brightly shining in the light of several alien suns.
  The blow came again: Magda cut down a couple of tentacles, but the right side of the chest was cut off, the girl's blood spurted.
  The female gladiator cut another tentacle and jumped off the barrier.
  To top it all, the temperature of the cobblestones began to rise. Apparently this wanted to push the combatants to greater convergence and a speedy outcome.
  Magda could not stop, even for a second, her bare feet were burning, blistering like a medieval rack.
  Christine's boy was surprised to see:
  "Why didn't the girl wear sandals?" "They'll burn her lovely legs!"
  Christine explained:
  - Custom such! In general, the gladiator must endure pain, especially if it is a woman. It is a pleasure for the public when those who fight suffer.
  - Cosmic sadism! - Summed up the Apollo.
  It was no easier for the tiger girl. She had to throw herself at the monster again. This time its victim, became the eyes of the generation of dark constellations. The experience suggested to the female gladiator that the brain most often is located closer to the eyes. From what? As it is necessary to process too much information, not weakened by the long transmitting channel. Therefore, the warrior is not familiar with the structure of the creature tried to grope the brain.
  One by one, struck four eyes, but she got a couple of scratches. The monster roared, seemingly feeling pain too. And, unlike a person, she was not going to tolerate her.
  Christine noted this and brought out the aphorism:
  - The louder the roar - the quieter the mind, the higher the tone - the lower the intellect!
  - True remark! - Apollo agreed. - The rooster is not the most outstanding commander!
  Magda retreated, another attack of tentacles of a too fast animal fell into a press tile, breaking it, almost to the ridge. It is evident that even the stomach has suffered. Fortunately, it was empty, no one will overeat before the fight.
  Now the gladiator understood that she could well lose the battle, despite temporary successes. The stones heated up so that even the monster through the bones on the scissors felt their heat. Magda was rescued only by the strong training of her limbs. The girl-tigress is not rarely barefoot danced over the red-hot gland, showing extreme resilience. True, these stones could give even more heat, like a nuclear reactor, due to semi-radioactive radiation.
  So courage did not leave the beauty, despite the fact that the threat of death has become real. And in such a fight you can not surrender. Rather, it is possible, but in this case it is a great shame for life.
  Apollo asked Christina:
  - And what outcome can only be death?
  "As far as I know Magda, she will not make any choice for herself!"
  - Courageously, you will not say anything, but I managed to love her with all my heart and soul! - Having said this, the guy took a deep breath.
  The girl-tigress could not stand and again jumped on the shell, going over the burnt legs. She spent several hard blows, made a couple of jumps. Now she began to do flips, chopped on the fly.
  - Who does not have the ease of a butterfly, will not avoid being crushed with a net! - She said she became a winged phrase from ancient times. So the Rubber fox, the boxer poet also fought. He also risked his life, but to a lesser extent, he had not yet had such a serious and, most importantly, a tough opponent.
  Christine told her, screaming heart-rendingly:
  - Cut his belly. In some of these creatures, the brain is located right next to the stomach.
  Apollo said:
  "Can't you help her somehow?" Like magic?
  Christine shook her head.
  - In the arena, magic does not work. Is any unusual and extremely strong.
  - And I have not mastered the wave magic! - Written young handsome sighed.
  - I, but I know her perfectly. - He boasted an elf who had unexpectedly entered their company. - People and magic are one!
  Magda jumped a couple more times, then the blade suddenly flew out, it moved too fast, not letting it bounce. The girl barely had time to give a hand. From the terrible blow, the blade and the arm broke, and the gladiator's hand sagged.
  - Here's another hook! - Answered, wiping the sweat from the face of Bert. - What will happen now.
  Christine called out to girl Magda.
  - Dive under it! I think I remembered where these creatures have a nerve center.
  - Tell her! - exclaimed beloved Christina.
  - Impossible! - cut off the fiery redheaded girl.
  Magda was cut even more desperately, a deep scar ran across her face, splitting her cheek. Another time she hooked. The arm was damaged, but the right where the sword still acted.
   The public raged, and most of what was scary, rooting for the monster! Apparently tired of the constant victories of Magda. The girl-tigress, it seems, is thoroughly accustomed to the love of the crowd this was unpleasant. For a moment, she lost her tempo, for which she was immediately punished, and the tentacle cut her foot, as if carved out of brown marble.
  Magda's speed dropped, and she rolled off her back, receiving another blow that broke her collarbone. Her face twisted in pain, but the warrior shouted through the flour:
  - I won't break!
  The girl-tigress fell sideways on the hot cobblestones, breaking a pair of ribs, bloody bubbles appeared from behind her mouth. There was a screech, the monster came eighty tons of carcass on a healthy leg, crushing beauty. Smoke poured from the girl, and she convulsed.
  Apollo cried out:
  - She dies! Is it all over?
  Byrd crying snooty:
  - Probably yes! Sweet girl, you're dying, what a pity you!
  Kristina with a coaster noticed:
  "You"re not a lesbian you are Berta?"
  - In no case! "To prove her words, the girl tilted her head to Apollo and kissed him hard on the lips.
  The young man bent her back. When you are kissed like this in a truly passionate way, it"s just a miracle.
  - Look carefully! - Cut off the flight of their passion, Christine, but in her tone was not a drop of jealousy.
  Indeed, the huge mouth of a mutant dinosaur bent over the girl. And at this moment the last desperate effort of the gladiator threw the sword between the sky and the throat. It slipped inside. The gases that had accumulated in the stomach rushed, fire burst out of her mouth, and the blast wave threw the girl away. The cosa nostra has split into several pieces, the burnt meat has flown away.
  . CHAPTER number 13.
  And the Japanese, by a strange coincidence, attacked Peru Harbor a day earlier. The operation took place with a good organization like in an anthill, typical of the Land of the Rising Sun, where really the definition of -screws really suits the people. American troops and the remnants of a battered fleet did not act too successfully. Nimitz replaced Mancourt. This general, instead of a skillful defense, demanded immediate activity, falling under the blows of the enemy. Particularly strongly affected the battleships of Japan. They literally shot down aircraft carriers, and smaller ships.
  Generally, to give a sea battle, with such an advantage of the enemy large ships with heavy guns suicidal. Moreover, Mankurt sent troops in different parts, and Yamamoto kept his strength in his fist, grinding the inexperienced and not well-trained American sailors.
  As if some kind of evil rock pursued America. Such a powerful base, there are still so many forces, especially airplanes, and it is clumsily, criminally ineptly used as it is.
  And the Japanese have almost no losses. As if their troops and ships were enchanted, but they themselves had mastered many secrets of defensive magic.
  So here is the battle ...
  Even the muzzle split from flooding rampant waves of ships, and then the landing.
  Yamamoto once read his memoirs about the famous Tsushima battle. Then Rozhdestvensky, large-sized and angry, but a completely mediocre admiral also showed not the best tactics. He gave a fight at a great distance, not striving for rapprochement and a dump where the Russian fleet"s armor-piercing shells could give a significant advantage. But even then the damage, the squadron of Togo were much more palpable. Here is a feeling - the Yankees have forgotten how to shoot ...
  Yamamoto was against the war with the United States. He showed himself to open the northern front in the forty-first. The emperor was generally inclined to make such a decision.
  But here they were let down by the Yankees themselves and the British. In particular, at first the Americans resumed deliveries of weapons to China, and then after the occupation of Indochina, together with Britain, imposed a blockade, including an oil embargo.
  Yamamoto believed that this was done deliberately: the Yankees were going to go to war, but remain clean. In addition, Roosevelt really didn"t want to defeat the USSR. After all, the intensification of American arms supplies to China coincided with the attack of the Wehrmacht on the Red Empire.
  Roosevelt generally sympathized with the Soviets, but now he will have a hard time. After all, the US generals at first missed a strike on Peru Harbor. Well, okay, intelligence has punctures, but the Yankees themselves provoked Japan to attack. How can you put forward an ultimatum, but at the same time stand in front of a tense opponent with arms down? What did they count on? What is Japan going to scare? But this is not the nature and education of the samurai. All the more a vivid example was already the attack of the Third Reich, when the lack of mobilization cost the USSR dearly.
  From the reflection Yamamoto distracted the appearance of the B-17. Because of its robust design, this bomber was called the "Flying Fortress". A machine with a large bomb load, a decent enough speed ...
  There may be trouble.
  But they are attacked by light Japanese fighters. First of all, it is "Zero". More known in the Country of the Rising Sun as "Reisen".
  Yamamoto knows such a machine well. They have a special hope for her.
  "Reisen" was for me all the same that the sword for the samurai. I felt it as my own body, - so wrote one of the Japanese pilots about the most famous Japanese aircraft of the second world war. Starting from Pearl Harbor to the last battles to repel raids on Japan with American B-17, the Mitsubishi A6M Reisei fighter (short for Rasiki Zentoki - Fighter Zero) participated in almost all air battles conducted by the imperial fleet. Its excellent maneuverability and high range have become almost a legend, and until future days the Zero remains and will forever remain a symbol of Japanese aviation. His world fame was won in the first battles in the Pacific, when for six months he did not know a serious rebuff.
  This is how the B-17 smokes, like a fat turkey attacked by a small hawk. But the other began to let the jet out from under the nozzle.
  Yamamoto is very pleased. Here is the crush of these pandoras. They say in the United States, scouts so inform, they are already building a bomber more powerful and faster B-29. But Yamamoto is not scared. They also have something newer, for example, Sapsan.
  The Ki-43 Hayabusa ("Sapsan") was the most modern fighter aircraft of the Japanese Army Aviation at the beginning of the Second World War. This aircraft became a very serious opponent for the Allied Air Force and was one of the most massive aircraft of the Army Air Force.
   The main modifications of the machine were the Ki-43-I (three variants) with a 980-hp On-25 engine and a two-bladed propeller, the Ki-43-II (three variants) with a more powerful engine and a three-bladed propeller, and the Ki-43-III with 1230- powerful engine Ha-115-II.
  Such machines should compensate for the lack of speed characteristics of Japanese fighters with increasing combat and fire power.
  Yamamoto exclaims, his fist in the sky:
  - You have only one Trinity Americans, and we have the warriors of the Great Empire of the Rising Sun, a million gods! So now it is stronger, very visible! "The renowned admiral, unexpectedly contradicting himself, adds." They fight with skill, not with the number of gods who help in the battle!
  The most interesting battle is, of course, the landing of the landing party, which should capture, what remained of the defeat and a brief (so that later you don"t have to recover the captured for a long time!) Processing by the battleships.
  Shock battalion of girls ninja landing immediately.
  Beautiful girls from Japan, slim figure covers a layer of cellophane armor. He does not hide the wonderful charms of their athletic, and at the same time graceful and fragile texture, but he protects no worse than Kevlar.
  And if you take into account how scared American soldiers are and even sexually preoccupied of forced abstinence, the kind of almost naked girls makes them drop weapons without a fight. Indeed, it is very pleasant even to such passionate oriental beauties captured.
  But not everyone can get such happiness: when ninja men go on the offensive, this is not so pleasant. For if it takes a captive, it is only for further savage interrogation with predilection.
  Particularly distinguished among the ninjas in shapeless black robes, white-haired boy in shorts in the color of the flag of Japan. He is so fast, chopping down all the American soldiers caught in the way with the help of two katan swords. Swords are longer than the boy himself: even copiously splashed blood does not adhere to the brilliant blade. This is the secret of the wonderful steel made according to the recipes given by the Japanese gods. It is stronger and harder than diamonds, and rust and dirt will not stick to it.
  And the young ninja Saigo did not seem to feel their weight, and his muscles are so prominent, as probably molten steel flows in a wave along the grooves, as they roll under the skimmed skin. For a boy, this relief seems unnatural and frightening, which heightens panic and deprives the opponent of the will to even shoot from behind cover.
  Saigo demolished three heads with his right-hand sword at once and snarled in English:
  - No mercy, no mercy, no mercy to the enemy! You terrible evil Yankee, I'm in the dust at once I hurt!
  And a kick in the jump, one shin, and the other with the heel, in the turntable, then the same with the other limb and already five whole fighters of the US Army fell silent on the spot.
  The boy at the top of his throat, sang:
  -We are not the wretched little bugs superdizya beats attractive faces! The shell of the Yankees blotter - let's break through with a pin!
   In general, the capture of Peru Harbor, is a true masterpiece of successful strategy, hitting Qatar and Japanese fearless tactics. Here, no forces can resist such a pressure. When the flame of raging fire of samurai valor breaks through the armor of American pragmatism. Or attempts to wage a cowardly war. But against such courage and onslaught ...
  A pair of US aircraft carriers did not even receive serious damage, as they were captured by the sea ninjas and militants from the samurai special forces.
  Although most of the sailors were killed on the spot. Blood spattered across the decks, ninja girls deliberately dipped their legs into this liquid to leave as many beautiful girl tracks as possible on the metal deck.
  Warriors left ornaments, tried to build picturesquely. But it is especially interesting when traces draw inscriptions like: Japan is power, the Emperor is higher than Christ, Samurai is god!
  And so that the blood turned out to be more, the ninjas cut the throats, so that in general there was not a drop of blood in the corpses.
  With this, the girls shook their braids, moved their ears, and blew German songs into the harmonicas. Everything looked extremely beautiful. Well, what is this not a chess battle? Let even one-sided giveaways from the side of the star-striped flag and its fighters.
  Here, for example, black fighters come out, raised their hands up, mumbled in confusion ... And no fighting spirit - a complete bummer! The eyes of the blacks are red, against the background of frightened, black, and cream faces they seem demonic. But these are not the demons that invade the Earth, but like those subjects who have their hells smashed into pieces. Probably, even the inhabitants of Tartar shudder when the cherubs invade their possessions .... So that they do not banzai!
  But one of the US warriors still decided to give battle, ignoring the poor alignment of the catechism. And once played, so play.
  Japanese warrior and her dork with a hatchet, and a brutal physiognomy. One oblique nose is worth something. But when a tigress fights with a mammoth. The young, or rejuvenating, panther, tigress, or other predator wins.
  Although she had to tinker a bit. Try and knock down a fighter who, although weighing one and a half of a ceintner, is fast and doesn"t have inertia. Green takes his mother!
  The warrior still managed to move under the knee, and take advantage of the fact that the enemy staggered, cut his tendons on his wrist. And as a result, the cleaver plopped down on the stones. Ninja girl with her fingers made a strong opponent a fig and kicked in the heels in the chin.
  But this did not bring down the enemy, until the sword finally separated the head from the body. It is amazing that the neck is like a log of a medieval fort. Impressive defeat ...
  Already above the admiralty building a simple content was hoisted, with a very expressive flag of the Land of the Rising Sun. And the attackers raged more and more.
  Yes, this is Japan - the land of the rising sun.
  Meanwhile, Stalin-Putin was informed about another Japanese victory in the Pacific. The Hawaiian Archipelago has fallen and is now under the Land of the Rising Sun.
  The dream of Stalin-Putin has come true - the Americans are smashed to smithereens, and now they are no longer developing nuclear weapons. Himself to survive. After all, this is Japan, a country with enormous power.
  Just a question, will this "friend" pounce on the USSR? In real history, Japan did not act like that against Russia. And then she came under attack.
  Of course, the Emperor of Japan Hirohito regretted that he did not open a second front. And probably he regretted it all his life, and he was not short with him.
  Really hit Japan in the forty-first, most likely would not have had enough strength to defend Moscow, the whole course of history would be different.
  But now Japan has grabbed the territory, like the empire of Genghis Khan. And she became strong, powerful and self-assured. So it is difficult to attack America because of its remoteness across the Pacific, it is a great temptation to strike across Siberia and the Far East.
  Stalin-Putin suddenly felt uncomfortable. It turned out not too great. If Japan opens a second front, then the USSR will not have enough strength to break. Together with the colonies in the Land of the Rising Sun, there is too much population. She is able to expose infantry comparable to the Third Reich. Of course, the Japanese have light tanks, but they are not that weak. They are on diesel engines, and quite nimble. In any case, they will go across Siberia, much better than the clumsy Tigers mastodons.
  Stalin-Putin became off the table and began to do exercises. The body of the tyrant is still not too mobile. Yes, and fatigue accumulates. Maybe try to manage in your style? Namely, speak on the radio every day, and travel around the country? But not too drawn to performances when Especially nothing to boast. The Third Reich is not Chechnya, and now the USSR is still quite weak. And to change the course of the war is not possible.
  Stalin-Putin thought that, nevertheless, knowledge of technical details is never superfluous. Now he is in difficulty. Active armor, not very effective for ordinary German shells. She is against cumulative.
  Stalin-Putin called Ilyushin and asked in a stern voice:
  - Well, how is my MIG-15?
  Deputy Commissar of Aviation replied:
  - Adopted to the development of Comrade Stalin. The designer is already preparing the drawings. I think we can create this car, but ... We need additional funds!
  Stalin-Putin grumbled fiercely:
  - All means and means! And it would be necessary quickly and cheap!
  Ilyushin answered with a sigh:
  - This is not Comrade Stalin! Jet aircraft so easily do not create. Especially the problem with the engines. Need testing and adjustment. And we do not have so many resources and money and designers. War consumes everything!
  Stalin-Putin remarked:
  "You know my harsh character, Ilyushin, so try to do little. How to manage and our army. And may Yakovlev help you too.
  Ilyushin nodded:
  - Help is useful, Comrade Stalin. Although of course, we should not forget about mass character.
  Stalin-Putin replied:
  - Small spool, but expensive! And we will spread Fritz at full speed! And Britain will not help them!
  Then the leader-president hung up. And pondered. In general, while his plans work. The British are beating up in Africa, the Americans are being crushed in the Pacific. But the Germans will be beaten, and they will not go further than Stalingrad. So you can be quite confident in the outcome of the war. Conquer Europe itself, and go further.
  The main thing is that the Yankees did not wake up, and did not bungle an atomic bomb. But at the same time it is not bad to get one. But who should be entrusted with this work? Beria?
  But he is already overloaded. Kurchatov? This is also not the best candidate.
  In general, to create a weapon that would neutralize the critical mass. But this and in the twenty-first century do not know how. In general, you need to do rockets.
  Stalin-Putin telephoned members of the GKO. And he demanded more likely to develop rocket weapons. The Germans have been doing this for a long time. And he ordered the rocket project to supervise Zhdanov. It seems that he is the most capable here. And you need to act faster.
  Something about ballistic missiles can also be reported. Under Stalin, rocket development was at pari. Nikita Khrushchev was fond of rockets. And maybe Nikita is right. In Russia, the twenty-first century rocket technology has developed, especially against the battleships and aircraft carriers. And now you need to fight rockets.
  Create an air defense of the ground-to-air missiles, and bring new missiles to the Third Reich.
  Stalin-Putin continued to give orders. His confidence grew. The Germans still can not do anything. So what's the point of helping the allies. Everything will be ready later. Including Soviet missiles capable of firing at Berlin.
  Beria nevertheless received an order to engage in atomic and rocket projects. But so far everyone has had their hands tied. Too few free resources. And it is necessary to develop rockets. Although not enough basis. The difficulties of wartime - damn it!
  Stalin-Putin thought that the world is full of the supernatural, but in many respects it solves and governs the case. This is how he was not a genius at all in the twenty-first century, to the level of the most influential person in the world!
  But, and what if it is not the case of many things that decide very much, and not fortune?
  Who, for example, is Genghis Khan? He did not even know how to read and write, but won half the world!
  Putin often regretted being born late. If he were with such a fart in the days before the appearance of a nuclear weapon, he would have made a lot of exploits and conquests. But in the twenty-first, great luck came at a time when so easily, you do not make conquests. And you are not too steady. And what is waiting for you after the empire? Do not turn away if the fart!
  And now you have to solve completely different tasks. The fact that in the twenty-first century was just a fantasy. And here it turns out that you personally are not ready for this. And there are a lot of problems and solutions. And when I cross the Rubicon myself ... As it was in Ukraine, go to Kiev and not go! Unlike the Crimea, which itself fell into his pocket there were already risks. Putin hesitated, but did not dare to develop the Russian spring. However, in Russia this did not cause much indignation. Fortune did not betray him again. And Strelkov turned out to be empty. But now while the event is flowing along the groove.
  Not only did they turn out a brilliant operation: breaking up the hated America in the Pacific so much. And what? There was a threat from Japan. But luck will help him. How to help avoid a war with the Taliban, to which Russia was not ready. The case of the terrorist attack of September 11, 2001 - yes, it is easier to win a million dollars than to receive a similar gift.
  So now you need to bungle something? Similar to such a rare gift of fate as the September 11 terrorist attack. But what exactly? An attempt on Hirohito?
  Like the Americans killed the emperor of Japan? Interesting idea. To push America"s foreheads together and push Japan to land on the US coast. Although the latter for technical reasons and difficult. And what a great deal! It will be necessary to talk on this subject with Beria. Russia does not need a war with Japan at the moment. And the Germans? Where are they going. Against them will be such a hell of a technique that they will bury in the Atlantic Ocean!
  . CHAPTER number 14
  The tigress girl lost both legs and lay unconscious. Robots appeared next to her. An image of the chest appeared on the scanner, two hearts beat with difficulty, but exactly in a healthy female body.
  - Gladiator Magda survived and she is awarded a victory! So, the next presentation will be in three minutes! - Loudly, but without any emotion announced the computer.
  - Betting played! - Shouted someone, obviously unearthly voice.
  What is left of Magda picked up.
  "Apollo" (well, who would have thought) still shed tears:
  - And this girl will remain forever crippled?
  Christina shook her head so vigorously that several wine glasses flew off:
  - Wow! The achievements of our medicine are such that in a few hours it will be as good as new and there will be no damage left. Well, tell my stupid boy, where have you seen us crippled.
  Apollo replied:
  - Nowhere! In our happy world there is no and there can be no cripples! Because the conquered world of the Third Reich gives everyone happiness!
  Tigress girls raised their hands in a cheerful greeting:
  - Sind Heil! Of course, happiness! We want good ... Two white wings over the world! In our souls, the light, the brightest sunrise, cannot be described by Shakespeare!
  Alas, the awakening again ... Magda woke up, feeling the wildest pain in her body ... It is not easy to drive across the desert and pull tanks, even if you are considered a superman. Or truth Aryan - merciless to the enemies of the Reich! Kristina, however, was not less sore, and she even moaned:
  - Such a pain! What a pain - the Third Reich against the Yankees - one hundred zero!
  Magda tried to cheer up herself and her friend:
  - Superman on Nietzsche must be merciless to others, but even more to himself!
  "I"d like to force Friedrich Nietzsche to run on the sand and pull the tank, I"d understand ..." Christina grumbled.
  Magda agreed:
  - Yes, I agree: who has not suffered, he will not understand!
  After breakfast, Margaret delighted the girls:
  - Now a simple run, naturally with a load. The increased activity of the British is predicted, they will return the vultures, so it is better not to risk tanks. After all, no matter how cool you girls were, pull a tank faster than they go on their way, you can't!
  Magda grunted displeased.
  - Of course, you don"t carry it yourself!
  Margaret was furious, or pretended to be furious:
  - Fifty blow with a stick on the heels of this stupid girl!
  The tigress rushed to carry out the order of the lady. Magda dutifully lay down and inserted her bare, graceful legs into the prearranged fixture. It was a falaca! The tigress girl inhaled deeply, trying not to betray mental agony. Margaret herself went up to her victim, touched her hardened heels that had not yet had time to become dusty. She smacked her tongue and said:
  - Count the blows!
  Margaret chose a special club for rubber, but with a steel rod inside. The commander herself is also still a girl by age, but because of a massive, athletic figure, she seems to be older than her years, sniffed the rubber, and a friend struck sharply.
  - Once! - Said suffering tone Magda.
  Margaret struck Magda on the heels even more.
  - Two! - said the girl.
  The commander of the SS company continued execution. He tried to distribute the blows evenly, so that the pain was maximum, but at the same time avoid injury. Magda thought, trying to pay less attention to burning soles. When she ran barefoot in the snow, the pain was no less, but the girl tolerated and did not slow down the step, realizing that her salvation was in speed. Otherwise, you will freeze, you will become a cripple and you will go to the expense. So what is needed is to be the truth Aryan and endure, tempering your courage.
   In general, there is no pain as such! This is an illusion. In fact, the Zionists invented pain, weakness and old age! But in fact, man is destined to be a god, or rather a superman! And should a superman have to cry, even if you are just a sixteen-year-old girl, who has never been kissed by a guy. In no case!
  With a score of fifty (Providence's fame did not get lost!), Margaret stopped and said:
  - Well done! One on this punishment is not over for you. You will run barefoot through the desert without smearing the soles of protective cream. Extra pain will teach you a lesson!
  Magda nodded obediently.
  - Thank you commander.
  In fact, the tigress girl was not particularly pleased, and so it was painful to run, and without a protective cream it hurt even more, but she hoped to withstand it. She has strong soles, elite girls' shoes were worn only during parades, or in the event that it was necessary to spend too much time in the cold outside the body"s endurance. But here it is strange, the girls, with such severe hardening, practically did not get sick ... Or maybe naturally!
  Here in the days of Tsarist Russia, child mortality was high, but those who survived were extremely healthy children and people! Well, now run barefoot on the hot desert sand ... What can she do and stand it!
  Oh, oh, oh how painful it is, but we will not frown, but rather we will smile. If the baby smiles: maybe everything will be fine!
  Magda even sang full sound, a voice poured over the desert:
  Fortune you are an unfaithful girlfriend
  Sister needs and hard work!
  Like a brief fleeting moment of leisure,
  Although hunting always win!
  
  To give birth to a child - to hear him talk,
  Wolf do not know soon destined!
  Enemies drive first - need to thrill
  Let my wine boil in a rage!
  
  For the maiden the sword is the first consolation
  He gives her faith in a quick step!
  And somewhere a hurricane raging hell
  Love to the Fatherland express in verses!
  
  In verses that were not written in muddy water,
  And those that bleed a fighter!
  But there will be time for us to live a wonderful life.
  When the Most High loving Father!
  
  But you should not hope for the Father,
  Since we are already adults almost!
  And if we want a better life at once,
  When injustice is not silent!
  
  Fight for every ear on the lawn,
  For every pearl and leaf!
  Warriors fiercely dare,
  The motto is simple: fight and fight!
  
  There is no success without a struggle - the world is such
  What not to break a fruit, if hands - a moss!
  The noose squeezed her throat already,
  The source suddenly inadvertently dried out!
  
  But Motherland gave us super powers
  You are a warrior, a knight is a new man!
  What was nice and warm for us
  In the heart of the virgin will save forever!
  The girl-tigress has finished eating, her friends have been singing along ... She bowed to the wind and rushed on. How sometimes it happens, beautiful, the world, even when it hurts. And that she will reach the end, because the warrior ... And the German warrior is not even a piece of iron, but something harder than steel! And he groan, it means to betray yourself!
  For lunch, the girls were not given rest, and soon the three tigresses fell unconscious. They were picked up with belts and dragged, immediately ten men. Among those harnessed was Magda. As the bare soles of the girls were brutally burning and their calves ached, but she did not even moan. Only the tongue was swollen with thirst, and it was painful to speak. And after half an hour, five female warriors fell at once. After that a pause was announced and the girls were allowed to drink water. And then the voluntary-forced hell continued ...
  The tigress girls did not manage to get to the base, and they were forced to spend the night right in the desert. The warriors stretched hairy ropes around themselves, and then lay down with each other, on the cloak. Plunged into a dream ... Magda again saw something battle;
  So she and the other warriors are riding horses. Ahead of them are beautiful battles, those glorious times when courage and honor were valued, and all were to knights ... Everyone who fought, of course, without such Jesuit techniques when they were bombed from the air by infantry. And then about equal edged weapons and plenty of opportunities to show valor.
  Their graceful race increases and increases the pace. Gradually speeding up, the horses reached the awesomeness of speed. Here is the famous "Seven Mile Step" of the Third Reich! When a horse is not a horse, but which is marvelous and winged. The hair of the riders seemed frozen in the air and stretched with gold, pearl, emerald plumes ... And only sometimes, they nervously trembled in time with the movement, like a thin string guitar.
  Powerful muscular bodies of horses, stretched in long, as if lazy, jumps, and then folded almost twice as huge springs to push off from the ground again. Jumps followed one after another, with rhythmic impulses, synchronously in all animals of the detachment. Magda admired: the movements of the racers were so free, as if nothing bound them. Although of course skaters with prominent musculature, half-naked warriors, seemed part of the horses, how smartly they sat. The beauties beat their bare heels to their sides, and the horses, forgetting that the ecstatic enemies were rushing after them, rushed into this magical half-run, half-flight!
  It seemed to Magda that she was flying in a fighter ... How she wanted at that moment to become a pilot and to shred British planes - carrying the death of Germany.
  The squad was soon involved in the bush passage. The charming horsewomen on the front horses bent down, peering intensely ahead and hiding behind the curved necks of the animals. They were muscular beauties worthy of the most prestigious catwalks, had to be the first to detect the enemy, risking falling under the deadly downpour. Islands tightly woven branches now and then suddenly parted, revealing new passages, similar to the bed of the rivers. The wolves of the cavalry detachment flowed in a flexible wave along them, as if a dark stream gleaming with steel.
  Magda imagined tank column going to Paris. Germany then fought alone, against the three empires with colonial possessions: England, France and Holland, as well as Belgium ... Hypocritical Franco refused to open a second front and even conducted separate negotiations about what he would get if he entered the war against Germany.
  Mussolini started a secret correspondence with Churchill about which German cities would be transferred to Italy in the event of the opening of the second, southern front, and the most cunning Stalin mobilized more and more divisions. The Soviets grouped powerful tank fists (This information suddenly surfaced in Magda"s brain). If the scales were hesitated, and the Nazi troops stalled, then ... You could get several fronts at once and get into a strategically lost position.
   But Hitler turned out to be a genius; he did not just win, but won quickly. I went to the rear and destroyed first one part of the Allied troops, and then the other. And even though the Westerners had more guns, soldiers and tanks, forced them to surrender! And the allies of that core, of that particular fascist spirit (not for nothing, fascism, from the word fasc-bunch!) Did not have. So they lost when the troops entered their rear ...
  The spirit was stronger than matter, and you can attack, having less power! Why was it impossible to win during the First World War? Perhaps due to the fact that the Kaiser regime did not enjoy such great trust among the people as the government of Hitler ... And the old generals were not so skilful, and even had to fight on two fronts ...
  Suddenly, Magda felt how, like rays of sunset, unkind premonitions thickened - and if red Russia attacks, and again they will be under a double blow? The truth is now there is no main foot force of France, which means it will be easier. In addition, the Germans are united and gathered, rallied around the bright national-socialist ideas. They have never been so united!
  New and new bush islands rushed past at high speed and disappeared. The shrubs themselves were orange with a greenish speck, with needles rounded like fish hooks. They are all trying to grab the horses by their hooves, and the leaves resemble predatory faces, something like medieval artists painted around devils! Thick fiery-red pigtails of the bogatyr girl Margaret danced in the air in front of Magda. The concentrated girl clutched the control belts with both hands, but she was still pushed out of the front row. Somehow two more warriors stuck on both sides unobtrusively. Unperturbable riders, hardened and at the same time paradoxically mobile, slender, graceful and at the same time powerful. Faces from sunburn seem dark, and the long, flowing hair on the contrary sparkle in the light of three setting suns. Warriors are harsh, emerald eyes, sapphire, amber, turquoise sparkle. Nevertheless, in girls' faces, there is something childish, naive, from which I want to be moved. She is a friend to Magda and her sister, but if the comrades feel weakness or treachery on her part, they will be killed on the spot! And what will Margaret order them to ... they will do it without question!
  Luminaries, came in and in their place the moons surfaced. One after another, such are bright and colorful, of different colors ... How beautiful it is as if flowers are blooming in the sky, and the flowers from the Garden of Eden!
  The whistle of the wind in the ears, pleasant aroma of healthy girl's bodies, mixed with tart
  horse sweat and odorous herbs. And somewhere in front of numerous enemies lurking. The blades of the animal, which, under the maiden powerfully and evenly, walked on both sides of the cradle. The sight of the methodically swelling and falling muscles something vaguely reminded Magda. But what the warrior couldn't remember. And the treacherous time seemed to fly away ...
  Somewhere far behind, barely discernible in the rearrangement of clawed paws, there were shouts, unusually sharp cries of ghouls, the clink of metals, the rolling squeals of camel and donkey hybrids. A belated trumpet call. That seems to be Christina, alas, it is necessary to fly in this way, clashed with the ghouls. But so much the worse for them!
  But - hurray! - Almost immediately, Margaret's head horsemen roared in a warning manner. Words can not make out - only sharp, wound up intonation. Following the instructions of the hands, Magda noticed the heads of other ghouls that rose above the bushes to the right in front, in a hundred and fifty trees. They grew up as if from nowhere - at least a hundred dense figures. Riders were also designated - dark points, on the backs of huge animals.
  Margaret's squad changed direction instantly and in one type - as if a flock of fish darted to the side. The horses, it seemed, still gave way, although this was hardly possible. And the ghouls reacted to the enemy in a slow way, which allowed Margaret to go around and overtake them. And at that moment, when it seemed that the danger had passed, new cries of the lookers were heard. The second enemy group appeared this time from the left side - at least eighty huge creatures. A squad of tigresses, hardly counting five dozen female warriors, turned like a skater's skate, avoiding a fight. And again the enemy acted slowly, as if not keeping pace with the escaping fugitives.
  Magda suddenly realized that they were simply being guided, leading them to some prepared place. It would be a gross, fatal mistake to follow this path. The young warrior tried to exclaim:
  - Careful girlfriend! Be predictable - be punished!
  But her desperate cry drowned out ... Yes, and Magda herself felt powerless. Maybe that was what the Führer felt when he was told that the air battle for Britain had been lost! However, the war has just been reading.
  But Margaret understood everything and winked at the girl:
  - The perfect trap when the victim thinks she is a beater! - And cutting down a twig with the sword, added. - Perfect robbery is when a client is my friend in the process of robbery!
  Looking around, Magda noticed with alarm that both groups followed parallel courses in the distance, to the right and to the left. Like the cutting ends of scissors, ready to open an artery.
  - Where did these fanged come from? - In the girl's voice could be heard rage and despair. - Yes, even in such numbers !?
  Having estimated the direction where the enemies were driving them, Magda tried to determine the location of the ambush. But in front of their living "boat" there appeared more and more new shrub islands of different colors, moving like the waves of the sea on the surface of which diesel fuel flowed, colorful, reflecting streams of light already on five moons. And that is what prevented orientation.
  Maneuvering between the undergrowth, the horses began to show the first signs of fatigue. Their bodies were covered with abundant wet foam, heavy blankets became dark at the edges, and a pungent smell irritated the riders' nostrils. Magda rubbed her bare, rosy heel on the back, felt the hot slippery of horsehide. The main thing is not to fall speed!
  Feeling an approaching battle, Magda inspected her combat equipment. Several bundles of short and long copies are attached within reach of the riders. Below them are two Arab scimitars, elongated and slightly curved. But protection from arrows ... They are almost naked in a bikini, they can also shoot to the devil's grandmother! Is not it nonsense to go into battle, almost naked, when the enemy simply threatens to put you with arrows. And what her commanders thought. I remembered that somehow Christine dropped: "the most massive, medium French tank of ziz-35, impenetrable in the forehead! And our tanks, unfortunately like a school blotter! ".
  But Margaret seemed to understand the threat, and hurried to reassure:
  "Our skin is smeared with witchcraft potion that will protect much better than armor!"
  Magda answered jokingly:
  - Whoever thinks about protection during a battle, is completely defenseless against panic!
  Margaret still warned:
  - On the eyes, ears, and upper neck, the potion acts less. So beware, maybe get in!
  Magda cheerfully replied:
  - I understand this ... But force majeure, it is in Africa force majeure. What can you do!
  The air pierced a long sound, like the creaking of crumbling cobblestones. Somehow, Magda realized that it was Margaret's scream. The beautiful girls barked in response, after which the warriors at once raised their sabers - some in the right hand and some in the left, also a spear. Magda also shook the scimitar exclaiming:
  "I'm a crushing girl!"
  Suddenly, Magda saw, rushing to intercept him Christina, with a small detachment of beauties: bravo - this is super!
  At the same moment, horizontal lines flashed in two hundred leaps ahead. That infantry detachments of ghouls and ghouls blocked the clearing, along which German warriors rushed. There were no side branches, this passage led straight to death. In the slanting rays of the mixture of sunset, and the lunar dawn of the numerous rows of the enemy, flashed with all the colors of the rainbow, reflecting from steel.
  The new roar of Margaret shook the space, and the squad of girls was divided into two groups, which immediately slid to the sides. They were moving away from each other, clinging to the opposite edges of the glade. Magda exclaimed:
  - Alexander the Great in a bikini!
  Reaching the point with the least breadth of bushes, the warriors jumped through the green islands. Immediately, prolonged ones sounded, as if they were stripping the skin of donkeys, the moans of animals, from which the air itself swayed like window glass. Magda suddenly realized that she could hear moans not only with her ears, but also through her long-suffering girlish feet. It seems that it also hurts them, as the warrior was erect during the barefoot run, on hot, so that you can even bake a chicken egg in the desert sand. Well, as the wise say: a horse differs from a man in that the rider is not determined by voting, and no ability gives a chance to saddle the rider! Or again: the horse has four legs, it will run faster than a man, but he will also stretch his hooves earlier!
  The bushes were passed in an instant, and the racers again flew out into the open. On their bodies long bleeding scratches became noticeable. Considering the size of these legs, the scratches were of decent depth; as if the Chinese (industrious nation!) dug trenches!
  Horsewoman, around began to hastily began to unwind the weapon, also leather rags, covering their horses. To trim, grainy-sparkling leather, protects the racers.
  Magda unpleasantly discovered that her fingers had become quite awkward. For some reason, they slide off the knots, well, and the abyss with them, it will cover all the same!
  Mad as the flame of a fire along dry branches of a jump entered a critical phase. Nature itself has calmed down, transfixed in alarming scenery. Horizon devoured the light, in the west everything was painted with a palette of blood and icy calm. Ahead in the east, the changeable sky has already become brightened, turning into the color of glowing ocher. But even against this background, the shadows, death, and the gleaming iron rows of ghouls and ghouls seemed to lurk.
  Bastard, terribly ugly creatures, seeing that their ambush flow around the flanks, rushed from their seats. Awkward figures of foot soldiers quickly fled from positions, diving into the passageways in the undergrowth. In their place wide ranks dug at angles of pointed poles - probably weapons against German warriors. Riding squad pursuers behind, noticing the maneuver Margaret, added to the course, trying to catch up with the fugitives.
  Each of the two detachments of the enemy cavalry was much larger than the opposing group of female warriors and could count on true success in the encounter. But ghouls are heavy, and hybrids of camels and donkeys are much slower. Instead of shortening, the distance only increased. What compared a horse, a camel with a donkey in speed!
  Magda philosophically spoken:
  - You can be unpretentious and hardy, but you should not take the world as a camel and show donkey stubbornness!
  Turning around, the warrior noticed that they were pursued not by two, but by three groups of riders. This meant that they seemed to have no other direction than to move toward an ambush. If you deviate, you will have to fight with a superior number of opponents. Well, the wolves know what they want, not the first time fighting. In vain, the enemy believes that he will lure them into a trap. On the contrary, they will gain time and be able to maneuver. Then Magda remembered how she danced barefoot on a barbed wire. It was painful, but to fall down on the coals burning below is even worse, and more importantly, it is shameful.
  Still not having started the fight Margaret, intercepted the initiative, skillfully replaying the adversary. And when your opponents, ghouls and ghouls, to give them a tactic more than humiliating. And Magda wanted to believe that their tactical moves were unexpected for the enemy. The fact that the heads of the enemies cut off the guillotine. And that Germany is above all, as the bright ideas of the Third Reich!
  - Detachment in full combat readiness! - Margaret's loud voice brought Magda back to reality. - Now cut it.
  The fingers of the girl are still fiddling with mounts. So it will be possible to leave the horse bare. Generally in war as in war. Let the plates close the faithful companion, which will somewhat limit its mobility. Above the tanned leather, the bones of the plate darkened in geometrical rows, they rustled, dryly tinkling in the wind. From their chime girl was getting fun.
  The horsewomen made their final preparations for the fight. The tigress girls spanked their bare feet on the grain of the horses and began to untie the spears. Following their example, Magda happily weighed a long, rough shaft with a sharp metal tip in her hand. The warrior smacked her lips - a good spear!
  Magda already had the experience of horse racing, and she felt quite confident. Like an Amazon in the Macedonian cavalry, not grabbing, every moment, the support belts.
  Untie the belt, the tigress girl even manages to keep her balance with the help of some calf muscles. Now she was ready to hand them over to Cristina (her friend still broke through to her!) And she herself would throw spears no matter how long the battle lasted.
  And Margaret continued to maneuver ... In the head of Magda, the song again sounded, so crazy and playful, but at the same time tragic and sad ...
  In the sea, the lambs are playing waves
  I'm in the arena naked fighting with a sword!
  A glance at the enemy cast a proud
  Trouble dashing and pain - nothing!
  
  After all, I was once born, a powerless slave,
  Stones pulled, shook boulders on their backs!
  To be in tension, in suffering the native element,
  Shoulders caress whip executioners-mischievous whip!
  
  Someone is rich and in the shade with a beer napping,
  I'm under the burning stream waving with a hammer!
  It is a custom, so terribly ancient,
  You need submission to the nobles soak with milk!
  
  But lucky - if you can call it lucky,
  Sold the maiden from the mines and sent into battle!
  And she illuminated me with a fabulous illumination
  Became not just a slave, and a woman cool!
  
  But do not believe me boundless happiness,
  A terrible opponent was caught, and I was wounded!
  They chop me up in a battle of evil to pieces
  God billed me - a penalty has come!
  
  But I do not give up, of the last silenok fight,
  Yes killed people, cursed the gods!
  Of course now I repent bitterly
  And I can not find the right words here!
  Magda cried out and ... Alas, a biting blow with a rubber baton, interrupted sleep on bare girlish heels. Here she was roughly roused although hardened feet and so hurt after the hot desert sand.
  Margaret yells:
  - Rise! Who sleeps, kill him!
  We ate right on the spot, the benefit was a dry ration, but the water was just enough. And then again run and cargo in the burning sand. In the morning, however, the soles are not burning so much. Magda and Christina on the run shake hands. They are smiling - so cute and friendly, and at the same time predatory.
  So much easier to run. Christina, in solidarity with Magda, also refused to lubricate her feet with ointment. The tigress warrior pronounced:
  - Together we will win, together we will tolerate! We are like two sisters!
  Magda nodded back.
  - What is the pain of the natural state of the body!
  And they run with a solid cargo, forgetting that coziness exists in this world. Christina is considering some of her plans ... In particular, the red-haired beauty wanted to get rich. Of course, this desire is quite natural, but difficult to achieve. After all, as a rule, the generals grab the most. Yes, Kristina is a developed girl and knows life ... We should grab the most, just like that? After all, they are still fighting, or rather are rushing by one company, and each tigress watches his girlfriend ... Unless of course there is no exaggeration! Eh, would rather fight and fight as it should. And then the girls were already bored from all this regulation, and so there was a step right or left. You even forget what the world is ... And Hitler is also an interesting guy ... Like the monarch, and yet not a monarch. And some special hybrid of power, charisma, cruelty. Hitler is the kind of Caesar who created the semblance of his own Roman empire, but with special national socialist law. And what is the difference ... To escape from the growing pain, the bare girlish heels were thicker and stronger, the tiger girl tried to think;
  . CHAPTER number 15
  Stalin-Putin was very worried about whether Medvedev would cope with the duties of Russian President, and whether his long-time partner would pass the crucible of elections.
  However, Acting President Medvedev confidently scored points. A record number of presidential candidates were registered: as many as twenty-nine. The crowd is going to be canceled: both politicians and stars, and athletes.
  Yes, noisy. TV debates were held in the evening and were shown before the news program. It is democratic. Twenty-eight people gathered. Medvedev was traditionally absent. But the crowd turned out to be stormy. Zhirinovsky, as always, was rude and interrupted. A lot of noise and other candidates. Not without mat, and pouring juice. Only thirty seconds were given to answer one question. And of course, the case of oratory turned into an argument. A lot of noise and squeal and a little constructive. More precisely, generally sank in battle, and verbal skirmish.
  And this is cunning: the acting president of Russia looks very constructive and respectable. Although not new, it was already tested in 2018.
  Is that the crowd has become more and the elections are much more scandalous. Zhirinovsky is especially trying, and the leaders do not interfere with it. Like, act decisively and greyhound. Spin, cock, and the authorities from this only better. Work on the party of power! And you can't hurt yourself.
  Medvedev confidently scored points, not disdaining to raise wages and pensions again, even if spitting on inflation. And he had every chance of winning the first round. Although there are twenty-eight rivals - a record number in the entire history of the election. And the most democratic is for sure!
  A large number of candidates and the media pays attention primarily to the most scandalous and destructive.
  So, contrary to the fears of Stalin-Putin, Medvedev perfectly yulit and pedal with a huge gap from the nearest pursuer. While they remain Grudinin. Though they constantly pour dirt on it. But black PR is also PR.
  But on the fronts of the Second World War, as always, intense and very exciting events take place.
  The bare-legged Maslova answered it playfully:
  - And we have girls on that and bare heels to be beaten on them. Let's better capture a German.
  Two barefoot girls slipped out of cover. The German car stopped, a chauffeur jumped out of it, and climbed into the trunk. Apparently, the fascists had a flat tire, and the poor carrier tried to pump it faster. The bare-legged Margarita acted noiselessly, simply threw a pea in the open window, something about the size of a pea, and Maslova thrust the chauffeur into the back of the head with the butt. A strong girl knew how to peel, so much so that the vertebrae snapped. The fascist fell. Margaret, pinching her nose, burst into the salon and dragged out, a colonel in the uniform of the SS, and after him two officers. From the car was a pungent smell. Maslova automatically pulled her nose and immediately felt that her bare legs began to weaken.
  Margarita slapped her companion over the face, forcing her to come to her senses:
  - Calm Tanya. So you can sleep! So we got the language. And it turned out, as I expected.
  Barefoot Maslova was surprised:
  "You knew the colonel was in that car."
  Margarita nodded.
  -Yes! Because the general drove ahead. And this guy did not dare to slow down the guard, the senior in rank. What does this mean? Perhaps the fascists want to launch a new offensive, but it"s too early to draw conclusions. Another variant...
  Maslova interrupted:
  - Interrogate the colonel and find out. In general, we are lucky, we met the general so quickly.
  Barefoot Margarita replied:
  - This is not blind luck, but an accurate calculation. I listened to the broadcast and noticed that divisions were being redeployed from the Western Front and Africa, and several generals had already arrived. In addition, the fascists deploy additional SS divisions. Also with the commanders. So you can read the broadcast, regardless of the cipher.
  Maslova noticed:
  - But the Nazis use various conventional symbols and nicknames.
  "You will always recognize the General, even by typical speech turns."
  The bare-legged Margarita shouldered the colonel and zaagal with him, her partner cut the throat of two SS officers, why should they have extra ballast. The girls actually fled, while exchanging snide remarks.
  Margarita with pathos said:
  "Definitely not in every man a lion, but in every woman a lioness!" What do you think, my partner, about the future prospects of our hunt.
  Maslova, slapping her bare foot on oak roots, giggled:
  - A man, even growling, donkey, a woman, even a donkey, a lioness! So we can catch the general. As for Gering himself and even Hitler, we"ll quote on a string, because we are Russian women.
  The bare-legged Margarita confirmed:
  - Stop the horse at a gallop, enter the burning hut! Yes, it's about me and you. So maybe, take and first interrogate nemchuru.
  The interrogation of the colonel turned out to be a simple matter, as it cost Margarita Magnitnaya several times to prick the curve with a needle of an SS officer, as he immediately broke. Wanting to get rid of the monstrous pain, the Nazis told everything he knew.
  - From the western front from France redeployed to Kharkov and Voronezh direction: four divisions, from Africa two, from the Balkans three. More on the Oryol direction transfer forces. At the expense of the offensive is not yet known, but they all say that they will not hesitate for a long time. "Tigers" and T-3s and modernized T-4s come to the front, these are the newest tanks, as long as this is the main thing that is known. South Meinstein commands the Army Group South, but in the Center, perhaps the main thing will be Model or even Rommel, such rumors circulate.
  Margarit smiled, and grabbed the barefooted little colonel's fingers with her fingers:
  - Only rumors! It is not worth much! With Rommel, the most popular field marshal of the Reich, will be transferred to the eastern front, rumors have been circulating since the crushing defeat by the Fritz allies. So in this assumption there is little value, you lay out the location of the parts to us.
  In concrete terms, it was clear that the SS colonel knows little, who, specifically, is and where it is directed. Margarita pinched the mouth of a fascist several times when he screamed from the monstrous pain caused by the girl and her bare, graceful legs. Well, no, both girls came to the conclusion that the colonel seems to really know a little. Maybe from what came to the front recently. Barefoot Margarita sat down in a lotus position, plunged into meditation, then she felt memories flooded her, about not-so-distant battles!
  On June 22, 1941, at three o'clock in the morning fascist airplanes took off from the airfields, and the tanks moved to the border. She is a young sixteen year old student peacefully sleeping in a girl"s barracks. Next to the beds were other girls, among them stood beauty Irma, she boasted that she had three guys at once. However, each girl had his own gentleman, with whom they went to the cinema, rode on horses, played various sports and intellectual games. But so that it comes to what they do in the depraved West - never. She, the golden-haired Margaret, was rightly considered the most beautiful girl of their cadet battalion, and the guys behind her curled like a midge, behind a bottle of French perfume. The girl chose to communicate, one of Nicholas as the most intelligent, with a sports, very relief figure. True, this sixteen-year-old boy was a few centimeters shorter than the tall and athletic-made Margarita, but this did not embarrass the couple in love. They just adored each other.
  At half past three, when the timid dawn had already dawned, the shortest day of the year, the first breaks thundered. German artillery spat out lead, covering carefully traced on the maps of the barracks. Much later, Margarita learned that the enemy was using a battery of captured French cannons "Bonaparte", caliber 320 mm. Imagine a shell weighing four kilograms under four hundred, splitting the walls of barracks and residential buildings. One volley and the walls of the barracks are like a house of cards. But living people are crushed like cockroaches, throwing off scorched and charred meat.
  Margarita woke up from a wild roar, her ears seemed to hit with sledgehammers, interrupting a pleasant peaceful sleep. The girl dreamed that she was floating on emerald, sea waves, and orange and yellow dolphins with pink-faced muzzles were splashing alongside her. The awakening was terrible, the roof of the barracks was pulled from the roof, and part of it collapsed down by crushing the girls. Half-moon Margarita rushed to the strangled, moaning girlfriend, unsuccessfully trying to pull her out. Veronica asked through a groan:
  - Help me, I'm choking.
  Margarita herself was only in the modern maximizing, tanned, open body, bathing suit, her muscles tensed, and the tubercles of her biceps bulged. The beauty, with a desperate superpower, raised a brick, in the stomach, mercilessly stabbed, gritting her teeth, muttered:
  - You're lying, do not take it!
  Veronica frantically twitched, trying to slip out of the deadly embrace. Almost naked body of the girl was covered with sweat, and perhaps it saved her, once more jerking, the girl jumped out of the death trap. Her tender, tanned skin was scratched, a bruise spread on her face, but the main thing was alive. Veronica muttered:
  - You're a real Komsomol.
  Margarita threw back:
  - Not to empty compliments to each other! Let's better help the other girls.
  Unfortunately, her friend was slightly contused, and could not help much. Margarita tried with might and main. Then he saw the body of Irma with her unique tattoo on her stomach, in the form of a dragon wrapped around a thorny bush, where dollar bills grew instead of flower buds. And the fiery-red head was aggressively glamorous completely crushed. Not a single, not a single bone, a solid ground mass. Margarita remembered a fairy tale where the main character could survive because she was the only virgin. But in this case, Irma was the only woman in their battalion, so how would she fall under the curse ... But unfortunately not the only victim.
  German weapons continued shelling, another salvo of "Bonapartes" thundered. The walls fell, a whole scattering of fires broke out at once. Everything was mixed up; Margarita saw half-naked, wounded women jump out of their homes, many of them crippled. Here is a boy, torn in half, bare feet apart, and the body hung on a lamppost. As the girl burns alive, scorched men rush. The shells are soaring into the sky, whole clouds of shrapnel, it seems that the whales of Satan are escaping from the underworld, letting their fountains full of fury. However, Margarita suddenly remembered, because she has a name like a friend of Faust. How beautiful it sounds - Margarita, which is gentle and strong in her name. Maybe Satan is not so cruel as it is customary to depict him in works of medieval short stories. After all, the servants of Christ, mercy and humanism did not shine.
  How many women, girls, and still very young girls, were burned in the Middle Ages, just for beauty, intelligence, dissimilarity to the rest. And do not think that the inquisition is typical only for Western countries. And in Russia fires were burning, executioners worked, the whip and rack were used. There were processes: over witches and sorcerers, burned heretics, and Old Believers, pursued scientists. Everything was, and Orthodoxy should not pretend to be clean and sterile. In Novgorod, one day, five hundred witches were killed.
  The girl"s thoughts galloped like horses mounted at a gallop, and blood flowed from scratches. Bare girlish legs had already managed to get dirty in a sticky red liquid, and left unique beauty marks on the asphalt densely strewn with fragments.
  The corpses, the wounded, the moans, the cries, the cry, the face of a girl with a stomach rim and guts got out of the hellish pain. From time to time it overlaps the roar of the shells. Horror, shock and awe.
  One of the fragments tangentially touched Margarita"s shoulder, causing an attack of pain. The girl fell into a pool of blood, dipping her delicate face. Immediately jumped heart-rending proorav:
  - Damn cat Hitler.
  Then she coughed, the beauty became sick. A roar of guns blunted, and more like the distant rumble of thunder. Margarita suddenly faced Nikolai. Her scratched boy was naked to the waist and looked more like a teenager than a cadet. However, he is still a teenager, a bloody streak is visible on light blond hair cut under semi-boxing hair. The boy handed a submachine gun to Margaret:
  - Take it, I sensed with my heart that you could not die. With new weapons, I hope you will be easier.
  Margarita, unable to restrain herself, kissed the young man on the lips. They had such juicy, fresh ones ... Nikolai kissed the girl in return. He pulled the golden-haired beauty and hugged tightly, firmly:
  - I will not give you anyone! Especially Hitler, the executioners of executioners!
  The touch of the naked, hot body of the beloved, muscular guy very much excites, barely covered nipples quickly hardened. Margarita flushed and embarrassed burst from the embrace:
  - We have to fight Kohl! Go on the offensive, and hit the Germans. Immediately cross the border.
  The young man hotly objected:
  - Now they themselves will trample on us. Not for the fascists, shoot to sit behind the cordon. They came to kill and enslave.
  The blast wave knocked the lovers off their feet, Margarita ridiculously twitched her feet red from the blood. The girl, however, immediately jumped up and showed a fist. Then she screamed someone's verse:
  - No, we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate! To Russian bread, fragrant called the word ford. Off the hateful bastard! Hitler downcast freak!
  Nikolai shouted to the girl, right in the ear:
  - Let's go! We need straight to the shelter!
  The girl strongly objected, grabbing the guy by the bare, in the soot shoulder:
  - Not! We will wait for the attack of the enemy, right in the trenches! Do you really think that I will forgive the Nazis for the death of their friends and girlfriends, and will not crush any of them?
  Nikolai raised the barrel of his submachine gun up, and stroked the barrel:
  - I believe, crush! Okay, come on ...
  The shells thundered again, the girl was thrown again, she received additional bruises and scratches. Even the bra tore off, exposing full breasts. The girl shyly covered herself:
  - I need a military uniform! I can not fight naked.
  Nikolay himself turned red, it is unusual to see female nudity:
  - I lie now!
  The girl tried to dig deep into the ground. She was very ashamed, although on the other hand her body was not at all something to be ashamed of, but still ... Something about this was instinctive and subconscious. No wonder it is difficult to find savages who would not wear aprons.
  The shelling began to weaken, the tentacles of the war machine of the Third Reich were set in motion. As soon as Margarita managed to throw a tunic and pants thrown at her by Nikolay (the boots were too big and almost immediately flew off), the front lines of the fascist infantry appeared. The Germans moved as in a parade, under the drumbeat, with banners unfolded, chasing a stride. Something it looked like the construction of the ancient Roman legions. As it was shown in the famous black and white film about Spartacus. Only here in color and looks much worse. The girl whispered timidly to Nicholas:
  - you are afraid! Tell me honestly, you feel fear!
  The young man replied:
  - I do not feel fear only idiots, but I'm not an idiot! But to overcome the fear, this is the true greatness of the soul!
  The movement of the German infantry in the form of rectangular rows and cohorts, across summer fields, as if on a carpet. The tanks, strangely enough, are moving behind them, and huge swastika flags are placed on them. Oddly enough, it reassured Margarita, it turns out that the Germans are not that smart. After all, a flag height of fifteen, and a length of all twenty meters negatively affects the speed and maneuverability of German cars. And our artillery on them so will collapse.
  The bare-footed Margarita remembered lectures at a military school. Subject: mistakes of the commanders of the past. For example, in the second half of the nineteenth century, the power of the fiery battle of modern armies increased many times, and the troops still went on the attack, in the old manner, with lines and columns. When Napoleon the Third, a small nephew of a big uncle, fought with Bismarck, his troops attacked the Germans under Sedan with dense ranks. The German army simply stood on the spot, shooting frogs. Many tens of thousands of Frenchmen were killed, and the rest, frightened and demoralized, fled. Then they got off at the bottom of the pit, and in one day one hundred and twenty thousand prisoners were taken. So, despite the numerical advantage, France was beaten. Elzarz and Lorraine were ceded to Germany, a new superpower appeared in the world.
  Margarita thought, of course, it would be better for Russia if the French had won. Then Germany would not have become so strong, which means there would have been no First World War, millions of victims and deprivations. Yes, it's true! But after all, without the First World War, there would have been no victory for the great October socialist revolution, and therefore world communism. I would have to live in a backward country, under the guidance of not the most intelligent king. And then to get an education, to achieve something in life would be impossible. And what can she do, that's like ...
  The Germans were already close as a horn sounded, and several thousand Soviet soldiers rushed towards the Germans. They rushed forward like an avalanche, shouting and swinging bayonets. Some even had shovels and crowbars in their hands, part of the fighters, these were already quite old men, called up from the reserve literally on the eve of the war. Many of them did not even have rifles, they raced, counting on hand-to-hand. Despite the great distance, Margarita saw their skewed faces, heard heavy breathing, feeling inhuman tension. The Nazis stopped, threw guns and submachine guns. German "Schmeister" is not as fast as PCA, but much easier and easier to maintain. Rifles famous brand Mauser were thrown up and the fascist ranks, swept smoke. Running ahead Soviet soldiers fell, bullets pierced their chest, pierced the stomachs, interrupted limbs! But the Russian warriors continued to flee, bleeding, for those who fell, trampled, or tried to jump. What a monstrous sight. The wounded soldiers moan, writhe, dust rises from bullets. So many deaths, and not a single gram of compassion. Among the attackers there are both girls and very young cadets of about fourteen, boys prefer to run barefoot. They even overtook the elders and screamed at full throat:
  - Hooray! For the Motherland! For Stalin!
  Barefoot boys came closer, began to throw grenades, some did not reach the opponents, others struck much more precisely. So the Nazis suffered the first losses. And what the fascists clearly did not expect, instead of an easy walk, they would face a cruel bashing. When German corpses flew apart in different directions, Margarita's soul sang, the girl exclaimed:
  - Like this! Correct smash the fascists! Whoever comes to us with a sword, one with a brick on the head and leaves!
  Nikolai shook her hand:
  - Maybe we, too, as they go on the attack, or better destroy more opponents because of the ambush?
  Barefoot Margarita nodded:
  - It is better to kill more enemies than to die yourself! The question is not to die, but to win!
  Part of the Soviet soldiers rushed to the Nazis, a grenade, unfortunately, was too small, so the soldiers simply fought. That bayonets pierced the Nazis in the stomach, turned. Blood spurted out of the throat of a punched German officer. Here the boy threw the Nazi, and how will give him a crowbar, on the shard. It is even surprising that so much the power of a fourteen, barefoot teenager. Another Nazi thrust a sledgehammer on the skull, smashing along with a helmet.
  The fascist cohort began to sag, the Germans were not so good in hand-to-hand fighting as in shooting. But the problem is, reinforcements from the flanks ran up to them. Soviet warriors trampled on Hitler"s flags, tore at the swastika. Two boys, a German drummer and a Russian cadet, grappled, stabbing each other with knives. They literally expired with hatred and blood. Here are one of the bearded men who struck down two fascists with a hammer. A line from Schmeister was thrust into it, but the Russian bogatyr, despite his wounds, flew up and so smashed the Nazis on a helmet that she burst like a tin can. Barefoot Margarita whispered:
  Raging in Wehrmacht rage,
  Moved forward the enemy shelf ...
  But the executioners will be nasty -
  Russian will meet with bayonets!
  - In the skin of pork cry,
  Enemy will be defeated in the dust
  Knight warriors are fighting
  Strong soldier fist!
   The Russians could have finished off the fascists, but most of the soldiers were killed under ruthless and heavy fire, machine guns and rifles, and the number of survivors was melting before our eyes. But they fought like lions, like tigers for coming out of the fire, like a female wolf protecting her cubs. It was such a battle that the memory of her would be forever alive.
  Alas, the suicide attack exuded power, but there were a lot of Germans, they pulled enormous forces to a breakthrough, and heavy machine guns on Nazi tanks also entered the battle. They mowed down those who survived. Margarita burst into tears: she especially felt sorry for the boys that at such a young age they joined the Komsomol, and now they were killed. Yes, and beautiful, young girls, which, of course, less sorry no less. Here one of them fell, and for a long time writhed painfully dying. Here are the last guys, one of the fourteen-year-old boys, just stunned, probably leaving for agonizing interrogation. Margarita cursed:
  - You see, our boys and girls died. What remains to us now?
  Nikolai replied:
  - Only one! Adequate to die!
  The girl exclaimed:
  - Yes, I'll die! But die as a warrior! We will take a place in ambush. That's just what a place, the most optimal.
  Nikolai suggested:
  "There, behind the ruins of the barracks." Then we will have a lot more chances to survive. We must take as many fascists as possible with us to the grave so that these bastards do not burn our cities and villages.
  Margarita exclaimed, banging the stones with her fist:
  "I promise to take the division with me, no less." This requires my duty.
  The fighting pair was ambushed, the ammunition stores were quite enough, the weapon was quite effective. The young man and the girl waited for the fascists, with bated breath. Margarita thought that apparently the knights of the ambush regiment were sitting in the forest when the battle on the Kulikovo field was taking place. They waited, shuddering with anger and impatience. And wherein...
  The girl with a gasp, and worrying, asked Nikolay:
  - Have you ever killed people!
  The young man quickly replied:
  - There are no people! And I will wet the cattle now! "And he stroked the girls through dusty, dry-blooded hair." - Yes, do not be afraid. Everything happens for the first time, and murder, and childbirth, and disease. Although the latter is certainly better to avoid. I think under communism, but twenty years are left to him no more, no one will be sick and die. And if we limp, and let the Germans take us up, it will be bad. People will be forever in the chains of capital.
  The bare-legged Margarita replied:
  - I will! I will kill the Nazis! They are not people! Man can not be so vile.
  That appeared the Nazis. They walk in rows, ominous columns go. It seems to the Germans that the war has already been won, and that it was just the agony of the Russian bear.
  The sun rose higher, thickly polished boots, sparkling. And the faces, each of them seems to Margarita pork snout. Girl whispering:
   - It's time! We will beat!
  Nikolai nodded, and kissed the girl in the ear:
  - Now it's time!
  Two queues from the PCA descended on the German ranks. They mowed down the fascists, if not like a scythe of grass, then at least like comb hair. The Nazis responded, almost immediately, crumbled, apparently well trained. Margarita and Nikolai still managed to hurl three grenades at each other, as if dozens of machine gunfire had plunged into the concrete wall. The fire was dense, the girl even cut off a piece of hair on her head. When the strand fell, Margarita twisted between her fingers and thrust it to Nicholas:
  "I beg you, save her in case I die!"
  The young man, in response, ordered:
  - Let's go! Now grenades will fly.
  The couple in love jumped up and jumped over the wall. And we barely had time, it thundered from behind, grenades were falling. A couple of gifts still managed to fly over the second wall. Nikolai suddenly gasped and staggered. Margarita picked up her boyfriend, and even lifted him.
  - What's the love with you!
  Nikolai groaned, pink bubbles came out of his mouth:
  - I seem to have been scratched! Run Margarita!
  The girl pulled the guy:
  - No, only with you! Let's get strong.
  Nikolai groaned, his legs buckled, a few fragments pierced the guy in the back, and it looks like they injured his spine. The young man hovered, and wheezed:
  - Throw me, you are young and must live!
  Margarita snapped back:
  - And you're not an old man! If we live, then all together, and if death. - The girl hoisted the guy on his shoulders. It is good that he is still a teenager, not a bit of fat, and a strong student can carry him. Barefoot girlish foot stepped on a smoking fragment, and Margarita oyknula, but only added a step. She expected to be able to leave, all these ruins painfully bent. The Nazis pursued the girl. They got the hara, and wanted to find out, then dared them to challenge. The bloody imprints of the girl"s bare feet, too visible a trace, and the guy, two submachine guns, and ammunition are too heavy a burden for her to be, it was so easy to leave. And do not think that the German soldiers pampered Rohl. After all, the Nazis captured the whole of Europe, reached Moscow and Stalingrad, killed so many people that ... When they saw the running, the fascists began to whine from the threat of Margarita, opened fire, on bare-footed girl's legs. Hit! The girl buckled, and fell. Of course, she was overtaken, but Margarita managed, reloading the machine gun on the move, to give a turn at close range. At the same time the girl exclaimed:
  - Here you are for the Motherland!
  How distorted their faces, drunk with obvious signs of degeneration. Four Nazis fell, but the fifth youngster managed to dodge, and punched the emaciated cadet with the butt into the temple. Margarita turned off.
  The girl woke up at night, her temple was painfully whining, and she herself was tied to a tree. Margarita looked down and embarrassed, she was almost naked, only in panties. Next to the fire were fascists, they drank and laughed vilely. Chief, apparently the officer growled in German:
  - It is a pity that the man who was with this woman died, he would have been tortured before her eyes.
  Another fascist grunted:
  - But the golden-haired kral with us, is with someone to have fun!
  Half-moon Margarita screamed:
  - You're lying, Nikolai is alive!
   Officers with emblems of lightning, which meant the SS, rose, like the hair on the head of the last coward. Howling:
  - Wow, watch the kraal, woke up!
  - Here's a whore, already wants German horseradish!
  Two chief officers approached Margarita and asked:
  - You know our sacred German!
  The girl proudly answered in German:
  - I know Russian well, and your speech is the croaking of a frog, and the bleating of a donkey. I even hate to trash, this babble his mouth.
  The junior officer grabbed his dagger, swung it, but the senior officer held him back:
  - Not! Do not you understand, this Russian just wants to provoke us to kill. Indeed, in this case, her death will be quick and easy. And so we will literally sort it out by the stones, according to all the rules of the art of the executioner.
  The Germans zagaldeli:
  - Come quickly, right now disassemble the whore!
  The senior officer, Major SS nodded:
  - What a little parrot, but today she will not die! So many of the best, Aryan guys soaked commissioner. Will die slowly and painfully.
  The junior officer, SS lieutenant asked:
  - Where do we start?
  The major suggested:
  - Braziers! And with fat, as it should be with chops.
  The Germans giggled, began to obscenely point fingers:
  - And maybe she should do it!
  The major shook his head:
  - She is a woman of a lower race, we are the elite of the SS, it is indecent.
  The lieutenant approached the bound girl, and began to spread heels with fat. Margarita snarled:
  - Hands off! You are German carrion!
  The lieutenant smiled wryly.
  - Now you do not zonesh! While enjoying the touches of a true Aryan, to the hooves of an animal like you.
  Margarita experienced a rare abomination, disgust, even the touch of a poisonous cobra was not so nasty. But that was just the beginning. Under the feet of a beautiful girl began to lay out a small fire. Then the girl suddenly realized that the bastard fascists had conceived, and she was scared. After all, the fire causes a terrible, terrible, unbearable pain, even with the lightest burns. And she was obviously going to fry her bare heels. The bare-footed Margarita shook, and the major grinned:
  "Now you would tell us everything if you knew at least something valuable." Only we can learn from the underage cadet. So you have to amuse us with your screams.
  The evil girl exclaimed:
  - No, do not wait! I will not amuse you! I'm a Komsomol member, which means a warrior!
  The Major smiled flatteringly and very disgustingly.
  - We'll see! When the SS was tortured, even the most stubborn officers broke, and whined like scorched jackals. Set fire!
  Smoke poured from the fire, a small flame began to flare up. Margarita closed her eyes, expecting a severe burn, but instead felt only light heat, and it seemed to her that an upward flow of air was pleasantly tickling her bare heel. The girl sniffed contemptuously:
  - And this is your art executioners!
  The nazi smiled wickedly:
  - Down and Out trouble started! I put my monthly salary, a maximum of two minutes roar from your throat.
  The girl boldly replied, expressing a smile on her face:
  - But what could be the contract with the corpse! After a month of Germany, will not be! The Red Army is invincible!
  The German in response planted more firewood, and winked, with small, pork eyes. The fire burned at some distance and flared up more and more. Pleasant warm, replaced by a hot stream of air. It's like as you approach the gas burner, a centimeter, beyond a centimeter closer to hell, the torch of the underworld. Every second he burned more and more unbearably. No wonder the Germans smeared the girl with tender, heels with fat, so the nerve endings burn much slower, which means that the pain sensations stretch over time. Margarita began to twitch, trying to remove bare bare legs far away from the brazier, but they were very tightly bound. The rope dug into the ankles, increasing the pain, especially when the wound was stung. The girl began to moan, turned fingers on the legs of the goddess, so wriggled, as if playing the piano. The major smiled ever stronger.
  - Well? Do you like? Scream! Scream stronger fool!
  Margarita, shuddering with flour, replied:
  - Do not wait executioner! Hear, you will not wait!
  The girl bit her lip, and the pain intensified. The flames predatoryly licked her bare girlish heels, and sweat poured from her naked body, he fell into a red-haired fire that sizzled from it.
  Margarita's breathing became heavy, blood trickling from her bitten lip, mingling with sweat, brutally torturing all the flesh through an ankle wound. She felt that the cry did not hold back, that it was beyond her strength. Yes, she is not an Indian, who have a reduced level of hormones responsible for pain sensitivity. Indian? And what do the Indians do under torture. I remembered Chiganchuk's dialogue with the Hypericum. An older Indian fellow stated:
  - Genuine redskin warriors, singing on the rack!
  St. John's Wort answered:
  "I think I don"t have the courage for that, but I"ll try not to give out the flour, not with a groan, or even shamer than tears.
  Margarita clenched her fists. She will sing the fascists! Of course, she will sing to see these creatures that the Komsomol cannot break. What Russian spirit is forever. Now or never. And from the dried-up, inflamed maiden's throat, a song was composed that was being composed.
  My heart was outraged, my blood was boiling,
  A simple Komsomol girl says!
  Though cruel torment, blood flows from us,
  But the day will come bright and freedom red hour!
  Torture is bad, twisted flesh,
  Komsomolskaya try, how to break a doll!
  But will the virgin be able to, the pain is all over,
  Protect the Motherland as your own mother!
  We pledged allegiance to the country
  What is the banner of Ilyich with us forever!
  Is the will not subject to me,
  What breaks the mind of the rack of the evil executioner!
  No, you're lying bastards, Russian, strong spirit,
  Never tremble, to the agony of death in spite of!
  If I need to, beat fascism for two,
  And the enemy will not be able to defile the land forever!
  My beloved is dead, he gave himself all
  But remained, courage, faith, courage and honor!
  A terrible, mad blow was struck,
  Kneeled down to read the verse of Christ!
  What we glorify Russia, what the soldier is,
  The machine will respond, and add a bayonet to the eye!
  If you need to fight, slash a bullet,
  So this is a choice, and for us!
  Hitler comes, with him comes a horde
  Tanks, airplanes, guns are formidable trunks!
  Yes harsh to the Russians in sorrow fate,
  And now with our beloved we are separated for ages!
  But we have faith, faith in communism,
  At which the fallen, will rise again, come to life!
  It will be destroyed, the demons are Fascism,
  And we are waiting for the stars happy trip!
  A new world is not a fairy tale, everything is within our power,
  Because people - we are the masters of the Earth!
  The whole remained in the past, the shame of past and shame,
  There are no more beggars who stay aground!
  But the dream is fine, but for now the fire,
  Homeland is ablaze and in Russia adversary!
  From the ground comes dryness, dust and heat,
  Crows, vultures hover over the country!
  I am a captive, yes bound, whip on my back,
  They beat me without pity, holding down the legs!
  But the fascists are barking, snout in fat, in wine,
  And the moon witness the golden oval!
  Maybe more sun maiden can not see
  Maybe travinushke, do not run barefoot!
  There will be, over the grave, the mother,
  Take the unfortunate old man with a scythe!
  But prayers with mercy, to the Germans never,
  Ask for mercy, go to hell, a fascist!
  Cry my green, young years,
  Just our life begins with us!
  To God Almighty, I turned,
  About myself as a sinner, I'm afraid to ask!
  Help the Fatherland there my family,
  Make Great Power to shine Russia!
  For Mother Russia, heart and soul,
  For her lover, apply strength!
  Served on the military, the Germans in the dust crushing,
  For the Holy and Righteous Sword of yours!
  Remembering Margarita, they broke off, as if the film had been cut short. The girl jumped up and exclaimed:
  - Honestly, I am not omnipotent either, and not infallible. Do not think that never suffered defeats. The inner voice tells me that today the limit of happiness has been exhausted.
  Maslova frowned forehead:
  - Well, so what?
  The bare-footed Margarita decisively stated:
  - Take the Colonel with you and go! The capture of the general, canceled until better times. Unless you certainly want to catch him alone.
  Maslova hissed in annoyance:
  - And you too can chill.
  . CHAPTER number 16
  Magda and Christina were heroes in Egypt. The onset of parts of Rommel took place in the difficult conditions of a scorching summer. Warriors easier, they are in a bikini, and smeared with a protective, fairly effective cream. The hot sand of the country of the pharaohs is settling in their bare feet, but the callused feet no longer pay attention to such a trifle. Here are just bullets and shells the most real. And the attack "Desert Fox" chooses, as a rule, in the dark. The British fight in different ways. Colonial troops scatter at the first onslaught, but the fighters from Britain itself, as well as a couple of Australian divisions, are fighting very hard.
  Bending down and along the winding line, the girls run to the attack, rush into the trench, where the big dump begins. The most difficult thing is to run here, when shells are torn around, fountains of melted sand rise up into the air.
   And the fragments almost touch the skim skin, under which the wire of steel muscles rolls. And in the trench itself is easier. Christina strikes the nearest English officer with a foot to the jaw. He clanges his teeth and collapses tightly.
  The blonde terminator happily exclaims:
  - This is a reception in Aryan!
  The fire-fighting partner adds to the knee in the groin, forcing the Arab mercenary to settle down and shouts:
  - This is not for you to play loosely!
  War is cruel. Even angelic Christina rips up the belly of the nearest Englishman with a bayonet. She is disgusted, but nothing to do. Or he you, or you him. In war, there is no concept of meanness, there are only criteria for effectiveness and expediency.
  And blood. It is even surprising that it can drain so much from the elementary bounce of a sapper shovel. When blood is sprinkled on the yellow sand like that, and then it stubbornly does not want to be absorbed.
  Christina, whose hardened soles, is stinging this sticky nasty liquid, shrieks and roars violently:
  - You lion, it does not help.
  The rage of the girl from the SS increases dramatically. It should be a cruel blow to the adversary in the groin. And the Major of the Air Force of Britain flies out like a cork of champagne and trenches. And because of the mouth of an officer, bloody bubbles emerge. Magda approves:
  - Here are the best men and get satisfaction!
  But the fire itself does not lose time. I moved the butt of the assault carbine, made the enemy swallow like wax wax. Only because the victim is black, then the candle has turned dark-haired. Now Christina encourages her friend:
  - Here's how to keep it up!
  Magda, elementary having thrown a couple of bullets from a pistol of the improved Mauser type, confirms:
  - There is keep it up!
  And the other girls-tigress fighting heroically and most importantly very skillfully. What is surprising is the battalion of tigrits bears minimal losses, although it fights in the heat of the war. Maybe the gods, and the most important goddess - Pallas or Fortune is supportive of young virgins?
  Maybe that's why their company was sent to fight in the thick of it. In the area of the expected breakthrough of large forces of the British from the blocked Alexandria. And what is the logic.
  So now the girls are lying in wait, talking.
  Magda asked Christina:
  -You would have dreamed from this hell of the desert would go, to Russia!
  Christine shook her head.
  - Honestly, no. Although in terms of climate there is better than here!
  Fire Magda wildly nodded:
  - Are you afraid of Russian soldiers, or the Russian winter?
  Christine shook her head negatively.
  - Well no! It would even be interesting, how much would stand on their frost, barefoot and in a bathing suit. But the point is not that?
  Magda, with exaggerated contempt, grimaced.
  - And in what? Afraid to die?
  Christine and here waved:
  - Well no! I am not a coward, in which I think everyone has already been convinced more than once, but you see, the Russians are such a people ... who usually fight to the end and overcome the most persistent!
  Burning Magda, shaking off the sweat from her head, the spray scattered and, falling on the hot sand, hissed disgustingly, replied:
  "But they capitulated to the First World War." Signed a shameful world with us, so after that, you will claim that they are invincible and fight to the end!
  Christine with a sigh replied:
  - So after all, we capitulated in the First World War. Then to take revenge!
  The fire devil snapped back:
  - It was a betrayal of our government!
  "So is their betrayal on the part of revolutionaries and Bolsheviks!" - Kristina blurted out. - As if you do not know who Lenin is!
  Magda twisted fingers with a broken nail at the temple:
  - Unfortunately I know!
  At this girlfriend finished the conversation, his throat is dry, it hurts to talk, and in front of him the sword of Damocles is already ahead.
  When the sun passed for zenith, and then it began to die, and the shadows lengthened, it turned out that the girls started to work for good reason.
  Already when hell itself was over, there was a rumble of motors and some movement from Alexandria.
  Margaret commanded:
  - Girls get ready! "Then her voice became much more watchful." - Tigress in a gun!
  Finally, silhouettes of tanks appeared on the line of the fort. They move slowly, but somehow ominously. The girls have prepared their anti-tank guns. Such are the grenade launchers, the light bezotkatki. Their explosive power, however, is not suitable for every tank.
  Margaret is dark, fleshy, although heat-free, commands, or rather warns:
  - Fire without an order not to open. Ahead are Kromveli and Matilda. The frontal armor of the Cromwell tanker is seventy centimeters, and the Matilda is eighty. Our podstvolniki will not take them. So that you will shoot, only on the tracks.
  Girls chorused barked:
  - So sure Comrade Commander!
  Christine playfully drawing, noticed:
  "But Cromwell"s iron is so ridiculous!" Already seen so many times, but I can not get used to this joke.
  Indeed, this is one of the most massive British tanks, looked like a banal iron with its chamfered frontal part. Nevertheless, to break through a similar tank was very difficult. Here you need a caliber of at least 75, which is a rarity for the German army. A gun of 88 millimeters is even better suited, but Rommel has few of them, and it is very difficult to transport such a little thing, especially in the desert.
  And here is Matilda. The best pre-war creation of British tank building. Eighty millimeters of frontal armor, with a weight of only 27 tons. That is, the frontal armor of a medium tank is thicker than that of heavy Soviet KVs, and also skewed as the bow of a ship. Gerda thought that Matilda was apparently being prepared for the war against the USSR. The Russians had already appeared before the Second World War, guns of 76 millimeters, which means they can sew something that is weaker. The Matilda itself, however, is not very well armed, 47 caliber, but three machine guns.
  The girls, however, are cold-blooded. There are only a little more than thirty tanks, and behind them are tankettes and infantry. Part of infantrymen on motorcycles with wheelchairs. Tankettes, a little more than fifty, but the motorized infantry rushing decently. Christine, genuinely surprised, asked Magda:
  - Where did they get so many vehicles in the blockade?
  The blonde female demon, smiling, as the harpy replied:
  - Yes, they never had any tins. They want to test us for strength. How to say if our guys are not trembling!
  Christine retorted:
  - Not guys, but girls! Yes, and these are the coolest ...
  And behind the tankettes and motorcycles marched the infantry. The English soldiers ran, slightly stooping, and in their hands they held rifles and submachine guns. A clang of caterpillars was heard, and the gnashing of sand.
  Magda looked around briskly (it seems to be okay, on the edges of the position taken by the girls, the German guys are also waiting in ambush!). So far, from the side of the Wehrmacht, not a single shot. Everything is quiet and peaceful. Magda whispered softly:
  - We are like Indians in an ambush, but at the same time we risk losing our scalps!
  Christina, in response, snorted with particular contempt, blowing a fiery strand of hair from her forehead:
  - With this mood you should not go to a fight at all!
  But the British nerves were worse, or maybe they wanted to impress the enemy, and therefore the tanks at once wrapped in smoke, rumbled shots. In the wake of them, machine guns were hammered, and also volley infantrymen were fired from guns. The Germans remained silent, waiting for the enemy to approach.
  And when only a hundred meters were left to the enemies - Margaret laconically commanded:
  - The fire!
  The girls-tigresses have already automatically managed to coordinate their victims and fired from podstvolkov on tracks. The benefit of the English tanks, they are perfectly visible. Magda fired and exclaimed happily, the right-wing caterpillar of the armored "Matilda" was broken. The girl screwed:
  - "Matilda" got mate!
  Christine, also managed to knock out Cromwell, the girl snapped back happily:
  - The bourgeois revolution in Germany will not pass!
  Then both girls laughed. Other tigresses beat out of the podstvolniki quite aptly, as a result of which all thirty-four British tanks stopped. Their commander Margaret exclaimed:
  - The British are all shaking, their insignificance is over the edge! If German women fight, it"s better not to fight!
  Indeed, women are such a breed that they have a special gift in shooting. And strikingly aptly. So the British strike power was paralyzed.
  True, Britain is not a weak country, and stopped cars began to burn in response. Just what is their lack of ... Dula down badly fall, so .... Margaret commands:
  "Those girls who have not emptied their podstvolniki, let them choose victims among the tankettes."
  Christina Ryzuha giggled:
  - And tankettes, ah tankettes - let's make candy from them!
  Magda adds:
  - Although we are on a diet, but you place in the toilet!
  Christina added:
  - The hen pecks at the grain, but gains weight faster than swallowing pieces of boar!
  What is a wedge? This is a car that looks like a small tank, sometimes tracked, sometimes kolelennaya. True weighs only two or three tons, or four and a half tons. Heavier modifications also have a gun. Such a small ... millimeter 20 caliber, but very dangerous for infantry. By the way, the tanket can be pierced in the forehead, especially if you get into the hull, where the armor is probably not from a ricochet. Some girls in particular have an extra set for grenade launchers. They quickly recharge gently, as if stroking a child's trunks. Then open fire to kill.
  Christine even sang:
  - We repeat simple movements - a good shot to kill!
  Tanquettes respond to hits in different ways. In Magda, for example, the steel victim exploded, while in Christina, having twisted, began to settle. The girls even squeal with delight, as if they are caressing beautiful guys. And the answer spits out death.
  Magda even licked the grenade laurel tongue, felt a metallic taste. Almost all tanketki lined. British motorcycles began to slow down. Even from a distance, it was clear how the faces of the Australians twisted. The attack of the terrible Britain was obviously choking ...
   Kristina, putting the grenade launcher, took a submachine gun in her hands and, pressing the dog, said:
  - I am a gentle hairdresser, because there is nothing more tender than death!
  Magda provyla:
  - Here are such kosmachs as the British and it is not a sin to cut hair!
  Shooting by the British has become chaotic, and then the German large-caliber machine guns also beat and hit the cannon with fragmentation shells. At first they beat small-caliber guns, however, they also produced considerable devastation, and then earned an average caliber of 75 millimeters. When beats such a caliber, and the shells fall into pieces ...
  Christine rubbed her palms with satisfaction.
  - That is their mess-Malasha!
  One Englishman was a Negro, and even so huge: seven and a half feet, no less. He was wearing a bulletproof vest and roared like a wounded boar.
   Since the large motorcycle, on which the black man was riding, was shot down, he jumped off of him and ran to the position. Magda grinned ominously.
  - Yes, it was a good guy.
  The shot of the barefoot blonde was ardently exact, right into the groin of the armored Othello. The African cried out: having experienced a compressed "orgasm." Magda let the joke go:
  We are girls - nice guys
  Valor is confirmed with a steel sword!
  Bullet in the forehead scum with a machine,
  Something black bald tear off!
  Christina even almost choked with surprise:
  - So you still know how to swear! Well, you and girlfriend!
  Magda winked back.
  - Why? I am very diverse!
  Part of the British lay down and shot back. The fight grew, so one of the bullets flew so close to Christina's head that she even cut off a shred of hair. It seemed that a piece of bright flame fell. The fire devil mechanically crossed herself:
  - These barbers have their hands for horseradish!
  Magda, continuing to conduct aim firing, replied:
  "Ku Kuken Kwakin!"
  Christine, despite all the employment of a fight, still could not resist the question:
  - What did you say?
  Magda winked slyly.
  - Do you understand Latin! An expression denoting total kaput!
  Christine, in response, cut off a long line of five more at the wrong time jumped up the British, said:
  - Excess mind - is equivalent to his lack!
  Magda and then found, than argue:
  - No, you're not right! Clearing the mind is easy and hard to add.
  Christine, putting another Arab, then decided to agree:
  - But what to say! Generally impossible! Charka wine - will not add the mind! The second and third - crazy!
  But, despite the loss of morale, the British were still dangerous. Here is one of the tigress, black-haired cutie in a bikini pair of bullets landed in the head, forcing a short cry crying off for good. Sorry so short was the life of a girl, like a one-day butterfly. Several tigresses were injured. Christine put it:
  - There are a lot of different assov, only a lot of pid ....
  Magda interrupted:
  - Foul language during the battle is a bad omen ... Although mate in the party will be a class!
  Having uttered this girl, she just put a bullet in the eye of the enemy. She even became somehow a chore, so you kill, you kill ... The end of this is not visible. Christina also did not lag behind and even began to count the dead. Generally, if you think murder adds a man of strength? Just killing, of course, adds and strengthens karma. You kind of feed off the energy of inferior individuals. And you become a thousand times stronger. As they say - warriors warriors. Or rather warrior warriors. Here is an Australian guy - almost a boy lost half of his skull. Christine noticed:
  "Better to kill once than to curse a thousand times!"
  Magda agreed:
  - Of course! It is possible to click on everyone like this! Where is your head pressure, ferocious spittle in the brains of stargazing.
  Christina is furious cheetah, added:
  - you English rebound, well, in hell booze! Just rain on the roof of your general!
  Magda also began counting the destroyed individuals. Indeed, that she beauty ceremony. But here's another question, whether to put candles for the rest of her or not? After all, even though bad people are enemies, but still people. How, for example, did the Spartans in such cases. Probably noble.
  Magda, in a loud whisper of the prompting goddess, said:
  - You know Christina, let's go down to the nearest temple after the battle and pray for those killed by us, so that their souls from purgatory would rush straight to heaven.
  The red-haired warrior grimaced:
  - Or maybe the mosque also we go? Well, you and sentimental Shell. Just like your namesake from Andersen's fairy tale, or rather Charles Perot. "Magda drove the line, forcing three more to blast in blood." - But our world is not an arena for cheap sentiment.
  The warrior blonde shrugged her strong shoulders:
  - How to say? I would not like that in the event of my death, the body was trampled into manure, and even urinated from above. You do good, and it returns to you ...
  - Returning a bullet! - Snapped already received a couple of tangential scratches Christina.
  Magda, putting two more, noticed:
  - And you do not yawn, then you and the bullet will not find!
  Christine twisted her stained face:
  - The bullet is a fool and a bayonet is not a professor, and the shell is not an assistant professor! But you won't protect yourself from the automatic switch from the automatic burner!
  Magda noticed here:
  - One famous poet wrote - in order to equate a feather with a bayonet!
  Here the blonde was slightly scratched by a bullet in her ear. However, Magda did not even flinch. And what if the bullet whistles, it means that she flew past.
  Christine approved this way:
  - This behavior is worthy of genuine Aryan!
  Magda retorted:
  - The generosity of compliments, masks the paucity of mind, and the thirst for profit!
  Christine is out of place and not the ladder, gigged:
  - Bring you to the grave of a similar philosophy!
  The right friend of Magda was also wounded by a pale friend. Although the girl is still unfamiliar newcomer instead of a companion who has gone, still it is a pity for her. But she does not moan, on the contrary squeezed a smile. Then she began to pull the bullet with her tongue. Magda crawled over to her:
  - Let me help you ...
  She snapped back:
  - Leave me alone! Better make fire and destroy the lousy cubs. This is great with you.
  Magda did not let the studs in response, or throw sand, although the temptation was present. Having supported an elbow and having received an emphasis, having accurately put three of them in a short burst (she already had a submachine gun, she became so hot that the barrel began to blush, it is even surprising that he had not yet stuck!), Roared:
  "Excellent, never in a war!" Necessarily, something yes unfinished!
  A friend (her name was Whalen) said:
  - That would be to your language, and even fasten the trigger of a machine gun! It would be all smash.
  Magda laughed, very loudly. Then one of the English shouted:
  - You are all boshi whores!
  Christine responded with a force throwing a fragmentation grenade:
  - I hear from Alfonso!
  Threatening Caesar Magda, who threatened to set fire to Alexandria, snapped back and threw a grenade too. Shouted:
  - For such gifts we are always generous!
  Whalen pulled a bullet from her shoulder and spat it out:
  "You taste better than touch!"
  In the rear of the British reinforcements appeared, a dozen more tanks. Yes, "Matilda", and the rest purchased in the US "Maccabee". The last tanks were without a tower, but with three guns each. Christina whistled thinly.
  - Yeah! These are dinosaur cars!
  Magda frowned nervously.
  - You know a dinosaur, it can trample a mammal if it brakes brains. All the mass ...
  Christina briskly interrupted:
  - And here you are wrong. A person thinks ten times faster than he moves. That is, first of all, it"s not the brains that let us down, but the body!
  Magda shot her eyes:
  - Yes, the body ... The soul is usually strong and weightless.
  Christine giggled nervously.
  - The soul has sinned, and the body is responsible!
  The Maccabees were very slow, so the Matilda were in no hurry. However, the girls were not nervous, they still had some surprises, in particular a couple of dozen anti-tank charges. But in this case, they failed to show themselves. There was a crash and three shells rushed towards the British tanks. Here one "Maccabeus" was immediately shot down; a hole was formed in its very broad case. The car burst into flames, and the scorched figures with wild yelps climbed out of the tower.
  The British, however, did not lose their heads and even made an unsuccessful attempt to open fire on the move. However, from where the carefully camouflaged Rommel guns were firing, it was difficult to determine. Another salvo followed, and the Matilde tower was twisted. Magda, having fun shooting eyes, grinned:
  - Why? Zenit, then rapid-fire!
  Christine purred in annoyance:
  "There"s nothing left for us to do."
  Following the Maccabees, new wedges appeared, as well as several Cromwell. And, judging by the peeling paint, these machines were dug out of the sand. Also a rod, they want to take the crap. Red-haired Christina caught a spider with her fingers, barefoot leg, and crushed it unceremoniously:
  - That's the same is waiting for all the British!
  Magda warmly approved:
  - Bravo! Keep it up!
  88-millimeter anti-aircraft guns continued to conduct aimed fire. Their rate of fire was high, but their accuracy did not pass. The enemy snarled quite erratically and could not cause significant damage. Well, and the tigress to fight with the infantry, which arrived more and more.
  Christina, trying to relieve the nasty scratch itch, remarked:
  - The British are so uneconomical in the use of human resources. It's amazing that they managed to capture half the world!
  Magda was therefore quite flattering to the Germans about the following:
  - They are whalers, we throw the corpses! There is no arguing against it, wow, very corpses stink!
  Fire Christina giggled thinly:
  - Yes, gas attack, the thing is serious.
  The British tanks crawled like turtles, and from the Maccabees only piles of metal were left. But the more agile "Matilde" was able to slip through, but her tigress immediately interrupted the caterpillar, as always aptly struck from the grenade case.
  Magda licked her lips:
  - This is our way! According to the SS!
  "Kromveli", or rather their crews were terribly nervous, pulled at the controls and mistakenly crushed their own soldiers. Even the caterpillars, from sand and blood, became dirty and red-brown. In this case, the tanks were twisted in place, and the towers tried to rotate clumsily. Magda stabbed teeth and sang:
  - Forget-me-nots grow somewhere. Mom bakes cakes! Reich in the mouth is not teeth, but from the shells fangs!
  The "Kromveli" continued to fool very foolishly, and crushed their own soldiers at an even more heightened pace. Even the German anti-aircraft guns were silent, so as not to interfere with the tanks, to carry out an "honorable" mission. Christine growled fiercely:
  - So we will disperse now! Maybe we will be saved from the storm!
  . CHAPTER number 18.
  Stalin-Putin is still trying to accelerate the development of the latest technology. In particular, rocket technology. Back in the twenty-first century, they evolved.
  But in Stalin"s Russia it was necessary to start from scratch. Not too red dictator complained about these developments. It seems he did not like the rocket. Neither before the war nor after. Perhaps the use of ballistic FAU-2 did not meet expectations. Although it seemed spectacular.
  In any case, Putin believed in rockets. He and in the twenty-first century, a lot of attention paid to rocket technology. But for the big effect it took so much more time and electronics development. What...
  In the meantime, their own events were brewing. In general, both expected and partly unexpected. So it seems that Hitler, after the defeat of the United States, planned to take a much more active part in the hostilities on the black continent. And, as it were, abandoned his own plans, a campaign against the Caucasus. So, in any case, informed intelligence. But man proposes, and God disposes. The worse disappointment.
  Hitler made an unexpected decision to attack Voronezh. In principle, the front in Africa took not so much strength. Especially in the army called adolescents, women, officials, and camp guards. And what is so simple. Replaced the German workers with foreign, took as overseers of German women and boys. And immediately there were new divisions.
  Is he a feld freaker not a genius?
  And so it is possible to leave recruits in the rear, and in France to transfer additional forces to Africa and to the eastern front. Moreover, the Japanese factor also has an effect.
  After all, the samurai's hands are untied. Their army is getting stronger. Especially in Manchuria. And can take the Bolsheviks and pin down. So ... It is clear that the Red Army transferred part of the reserves to the east and now the Fritz can afford a double blow and an offensive against the Soviets.
  It is clear that Stalin is strong and should not be given the opportunity to withdraw and collect forces into a fist.
  And how else this monster will take and move! And the Germans themselves delivered a prepared strike.
  Moreover, Stalin-Putin remembers that in the real story that was, his former life, the offensive was very successful for the Nazis. So why stop the Nazis. New T-4 tanks arrived at the front, which surpassed the Soviet thirty-four in the armor-piercing cannon. And it is encouraging.
  The Fuhrer gave additional orders. What plants to transfer to three shifts of work, what to do to increase the production of weapons. Prisoners of war and forced labor were placed on the machines. There were enough human resources.
  Even the Jews used to work. They needed slaves and guards recruited from boys, girls, women and pensioners. So the equipment and working hands are enough. And the methods of increasing productivity are truly draconian.
  That even the strange is going on. The Fuhrer acts harder and smarter than in real history. Maybe Japan"s victory in the Battle of Midway inspired him.
  But in principle, the possessed dictator is an outstanding statesman and strategist. And a very dangerous enemy for humanity. So Stalin-Putin met a worthy opponent who began to act more firmly and skillfully than in reality. But Hitler is still a psychopath. Victories inspire him, and defeat nailed.
  If in a real story the defeat of Japan under Midway greatly upset Hitler, now the demoniac dictator began to behave more aggressively, stimulating the maximum release of technology.
  Putin-Stalin was confronted with a not quite standard situation, a hell of a difficult and unusual position. And this is a big minus, especially since the team still needs to look closely.
  The Supreme Headquarters meeting took place in an extremely nervous atmosphere. Stalin-Putin metal thunder and lightning. Even by the evening of July 2, the depth of the breakthrough on the Voronezh direction reached 80 kilometers, and General Golikov was completely helpless, although he commanded the Bryansk Front. General Lizyukov"s attempt at a counterblow by the 5th Army was also not entirely successful, only slightly slowing down the enemy"s breakthrough in Voronezh.
  The situation on the southern flank also escalated. The sixth tank army broke through to Kakhovka. Thus, the threat of the collapse of the entire southern flank of the Soviet-German front arose. Well, on July 9 the last pockets of resistance in Sevastopol went out, which was announced in the Third Reich as the greatest triumph of German weapons.
  Regarding the defeat of the Red Army near Voronezh. Stalin-Putin uttered very tough:
  "We had 1750 thousand soldiers here, 2.3 thousand tanks, 16.5 thousand guns, though there are not enough 758 aircraft in the stand and ready for battle. And failed, did not keep the front! This Lizyukov should be given to the tribunal!
  Vasilevsky interceded for the army commander, and began to carry out counter-arguments to the chairman of the State Defense Committee. He calmed down a bit and demanded to report on the situation in Egypt.
  - How are our allies? - the Supreme inquired about it.
  Vasilevsky Chief of Staff said:
  "Alexandria and Cairo have already been taken, Rommel"s troops are approaching the Suez Canal." As far as can be objectively judged, the British, despite the use of significant forces, lost the war in the most ancient power. And then I suppose they will face a total oust from the Mediterranean.
  Stalin-Putin was curious:
  - Assuming the assault of Gibraltar?
  Vasilevsky said in a low voice:
  - And that would be logical. Even very much expected in this situation.
  Stalin-Putin clarified the position:
  - It will depend on Franco. The British paid him large sums in gold so that the Generalissimo would be quiet. - Supreme raised up index finger. "But the more they are beaten, the higher is the chance that Franco will violate neutrality, or at least just let the German troops through, hoping that Britain would not risk at the time of defeat declaring war against him.
  Marshal Shapochnikov skeptically remarked:
  - The Germans moved a lot of forces from France to Africa. So far they have nothing to attack Gibraltar.
  Is that having formed the reserves ... We have evidence that the Fritz have already been calling soldiers for jerks from the twenty-fifth year of birth. And the number of different foreign khivi in parts is rapidly increasing. This says that the fritzes have to scrape reserves. So, it gives us a chance of a decisive break. - Shapochnikov without too much pathos added. - If we resist before winter.
  Stalin-Putin frownedly answered:
  - Optimist Shaposhnikov. - The Supreme raised a sheet of paper and was especially stressed. "If Japan does not enter the war, then we may have been able to form reserves for the winter, but ... Our generals, donkeys, blow away battles, and so spend their resources that soon we will not have enough recruits." We have to put in the machines of teenagers and women. Not only the already active army more than half a million representatives of the weaker sex. - Stalin-Putin left the table and took a few steps around the room. He has not yet spoken. "Our women serve in combat units, pilots, snipers, well, there are nurses, but ... When it happened."
  If Japan enters the war, then we do not have enough strength to conduct major offensive actions in the winter. It is necessary, at best, to launch counter-attacks and pinch the enemy. And if the United States withdraws from the war altogether, which is quite realistic, since Roosevelt suffered a heavy stroke after the final seizure of the Hawaiian archipelago and actually ceased to control power, then Britain could leave the game.
  Then think about what we face ... We must be realistic, in the war with the coalition, even if our stupid generals learn to fight, we will simply disappear from exhaustion.
  Beria hurried to cheer the leader:
  - We still have reserves, for example, Central Asia, where young people are fully or partially unemployed. The release of armaments is growing, new divisions are being formed ... We will stand up to Comrade Stalin. As for the war with Japan, this year the danger may pass, and by the next after the winter bashing, the samurai would not dare to turn their heads!
  Stalin-Putin again turned to the eternal adviser:
  - And what will Zhukov say?
  Georgy Konstantinovich stated:
  - We must wear out the Germans and smash the ridge. And Japan to restrain active defense and diplomacy. If the latter does not work, then we will try to do a minimum of strength. Perhaps then we have enough reserves.
  Stalin-Putin brought eyebrows together and bellowed:
  - And I have already prepared one cruel order. In the near future, until the end of July it will be made public. I will not let you go back and sell the Motherland.
  Zhukov promised:
  - Leave the enemy, whatever it cost us!
  Stalin-Putin reported the following:
  - We decided to appoint Rokossovsky as the commander of the Bryansk front. True, he sat in the camp, but this quenching he went only in favor. The second commander asked Vatutin ... Here, of course, we have doubts.
  Zhukov boldly stated:
  - Vatutin is a worthy commander. Although I would prefer to keep it in the center. But since the strikes in the direction of Vyazma and Rzhev have so far been canceled. Then we can put it there.
  Stalin-Putin added something else:
  - The enemy may turn from Voronezh to the south. We must be ready for this. In the meantime, the question Lawrence. Can our scientists create effective counter-weapons in the coming months?
  Beria muttered, confused.
  - Of course, we will try ...
  Stalin-Putin said:
  - We will talk about this with experts.
  - Not enough laid out. - roared Stalin-Putin. His fingers drummed on the wooden table, and the look became angry, like a disturbed yard dog. The Supreme suddenly changed the subject and turned to Molotov. - Well, how are things with the allies?
  The Commissar for Foreign Affairs said in a not very confident voice:
  - In Egypt, the Germans went to the Suez Canal. And they entered, meeting focal resistance to the Sinai Peninsula. While the Fritz are not in a hurry to get reinforcements. But I must say the British army is in shock. And the country too!
  - What does Churchill say? - Asked the Supreme, frowning owl eyebrows.
  Molotov with a demonstrative yawn answered:
  - What can he say? In recent days, Churchill is drunk, and constantly under a degree. In the ranks of the British panic, the government is reeling. Well, most importantly, the supply of Lend-Lease suspended. It matters, though not decisive.
  Stalin-Putin, contemptuously, though not very convincingly, remarked:
  - In fact, it does not matter. So comrade Zhdanov?
  One of the main economic managers of the USSR answered with a tiny sad look:
  - Not exactly, Comrade Stalin. In particular, in conditions of stubborn fighting, our troops are experiencing an acute shortage of explosives. While own production does not cope with it. There is also a shortage of production capacity to provide aviation with gasoline. And the aircraft themselves are not enough. In addition, those machines that are produced as rules from two hundred to four hundred kilograms are heavier - the reference weight. And therefore it is much worse in its flight characteristics than it is considered. In this plan...
  Stalin-Putin interrupted the speaker:
  "Everything is about sad things and about problems ... Maybe it"s really necessary in principle, but the soul doesn"t digest it." If what data about wars in the Pacific Ocean?
  Molotov reported, mechanically lowering the tone of his voice:
  - The Japanese are still restrained. The main islands they captured, as well as archipelagoes. The transfer of troops to Manchuria is in full swing. Significantly increased the release of tanks ... Most likely the invasion is inevitable. Hirohito, for the sake of it, even seems to have refused to land in Australia and attack on India. In Japan itself, the call touched even sixteen-year-olds. The number of land groups can reach ten million soldiers.
  Stalin-Putin interrupted the People's Commissar, angrily slammed his fist on the table, and said:
  - This is disturbing information ... But all the more reason to strengthen our troops in the Far East. And especially, of course, in Mongolia. What and should devote our most energetic efforts.
  Molotov logically remarked:
  - After the capture of the Hawaiian Archipelago, the Americans can no longer get Japan. It may even be a separate peace if Hirohito moderates his appetites and at least returns something to the Yankees.
  Stalin-Putin at the expense of the last questioned:
  "Is it bad for the Japanese to kill their appetites, unless they get bogged down on the northern front, unsuccessfully fighting with us." And the Americans? On the one hand, their leadership is cowardly, and fears total wars until complete annihilation. But on the other hand, the Yankees are very proud. So ... I believe that there will be no peace!
  Molotov expressed his thoughts:
  "It may not come to the conclusion of peace, but the war can actually be put on the brakes." In the style of Lev Davidovich - neither peace nor war!
  Stalin-Putin with a scowl interrupted the People's Commissar and his deputy for the State Defense Committee:
  - Not funny. Stupid humor when the country is in such danger. But nothing when I publish the order under the number 227, then all the laughter will wash their blood! Especially if we begin to actually shoot the commanders of the retreating units.
   And then I see continuous hihi and hahanki. - The Supreme Commander has got more and more:
  - There will be a gallows for you, they will know how the bunglers in the Crimea already hung, what it means to lose, having a triple superiority. We have enough strength and technology to decisively change the course of the war. The main weakness is the human factor. So we will root out this weakness. And the rotten root is our people and the conservative military, which is literally rotten, the generals covered with mold and mothballs! So with such generals we will beat a hundred kicks in the ass!
  Of course, such a speech could not be met with applause ... Stalin-Putin at parting, instructed Beria:
  - Follow all and do not trust anyone!
  Lawrence Palich joked:
  "If you just keep an eye on everyone, then who will work and fight ..." And intercepting the terrible glance of the Supreme Commander Beria recovered. - It will be executed, the great leader of all times and peoples!
   Adolf possessed Hitler, too, wound up, like a disturbed hive. The Führer demanded that at least fifty more divisions be formed within a month in order to simultaneously conduct an offensive in Africa and the Middle East, and finally to carry out the notorious assault on the key fortress of the Mediterranean - Gibraltar, followed by an offensive along the Atlantic coast to the Loop of Niger. The Fuhrer already seemed to be nurturing plans for total control over all of Africa.
  The conversation touched on where to get the resources, all the more so since the most powerful enemy of the USSR and its Red Army continued to put up stubborn resistance and did not seem to be about to give up.
  The Fuhrer announced his new orders:
  - I have decided to call in the army and with the twenty-seventh, as well as the twenty-eighth and twenty-ninth year. These guys are old enough to hold rifles in their hands. And the school can wait until there is such a war. After all, if we lose the tempo we have set at least for a couple of weeks, we will surely lose. And then who will need our cardboard knowledge!
  Field Marshal Keitel replied:
  - This is rationally earthly ... Life in the barracks and military work are very useful in terms of the education and hardening of adolescents. But still, children are children, they should not be sent to the very inferno where serious combat skills are needed. You can limit their functions to secondary roles - guard camps, supervisors, in the kitchen, in the air defense system, to bring shells - where there is no such great responsibility.
  The Fuhrer, waving his arms, said:
  - It depends on a specific person. Some of Hitler-Yugents may fight no worse than adults and they have nothing to sit behind Batkov's backs. In addition, the boys can and should be used in reconnaissance, in sabotage actions, not only ours, but also local ones, as snipers and tankmen. Since short stature has some advantages in this matter. In addition, many healthy foreheads are busy observing foreigners in factories. They should immediately be drafted into the army.
  Possessed Hitler paused and turned to Speer:
  "We already have over twenty million foreign citizens from all over Europe and the USSR in Germany." The question is how this labor is used. We do not have enough equipment to form additional divisions. And first of all, of course, tanks and aircraft. The weak link is the production of new types of technology. In particular, the U-188, the best for today according to the flight characteristics of the bomber. It is necessary to introduce it into production at an accelerated pace. Well, then the HE-177. This car showed its unreliability. When will a strategic dive bomber fit for full combat use be finally obtained? As for the four-engine cars, then there is a failure. But we need just such aircraft. The USSR will capitulate soon, and how will we start pressing the United States?
  Meinstein quietly threw in through:
  - Wait for the surrender ...
  The Fuhrer added with pressure:
  - There will be no surrender, then the defeat ... But we need strength. Therefore, I have signed the law on the introduction of universal labor service. In particular, a woman should work. Not necessarily standing at the machine, but she can serve as an overseer in the camp or at a military factory, and in the peace too, she can replace the bus driver, trolleybus, and other jobs. By the way, the Russians have female snipers and pilots. And we will. Yes, Mr. Goering need to form a special female air regiment. A true aryan must be strong, brave. Just as ancient Sparta developed physically women, for only a physically strong mother can give birth to healthy offspring.
  The Fuhrer paused. Speer confirmed:
  - Of course, we can already fully load our production facilities, but I need additional powers, including the ability to severely punish those foreigners who shirk from labor service!
  Hitler confirmed:
  - The working day will increase to 15-16 hours, and the general labor service in the occupied territories will be valid from 10 to 70 years. What are hatched? If their children will be attached to work, then they are not partisans. Even it will be difficult for them to find work. It is necessary to increase production capacity, especially since the bombing has virtually disappeared.
  Goering hatched Zenko:
  - This is a great merit of our pilots. Especially, such as Marseille. This young man second after Meldesa, who was awarded a knight"s cross with diamonds, set a record yesterday - destroying thirteen British cars in one battle. Thus, his record was close to two hundred.
  The Fuhrer strongly approved:
  - Yes, Marcel is undoubtedly the best ace of all times and peoples. I may even set up a new knight"s cross especially for him. - Fuhrer drank a glass of orange juice and added. - But so much like a child.
  Himmler remarked:
  - Russian partisans very actively use even children for reconnaissance and sabotage acts. Sometimes it comes to show severity and cruelty.
  Hitler strictly dotted the AND:
  - Some manufacturing processes do not require much physical strength or skill.
   You can put the children of partisans and those who shirk from labor service on them. You know that in Britain they were allowed at one time to work from the age of five. So we need to where the production cycles allow us to put such, quite cold on the process. In particular, small workers and eat less and require much less protection. In general, it is possible to form all the security of foreign industries from disabled people, women, teenagers, freeing up all the rest for the front. Yes, and many more officials or superfluous, or may also be replaced by women and the disabled. Rather, ninety percent of all bureaucratic positions should be either abolished as superfluous or replaced within six months, as I said with disabled people and women. Healthy men will go to the front primarily to strengthen the officer corps!
  Keitel reiterated a similar initiative:
  - It is quite reasonable. We need a lot of soldiers to simultaneously attack in the East and in the South. Although it would be more rational to concentrate on one thing!
  The Fuhrer objected to this:
  - Not! We should not waste precious time. Moreover, Africa has large reserves of copper, bauxite and other raw materials. For example, when comparing the two types of Tigers Porsche and Aders, the Ferdinand variant is much better, but requires copper for an electric transmission.
  Guderian with Krishna's glossy smile agreed:
  - Yes, the Porsche "Tiger" has inclined armor plates and a lower silhouette, which increases its equipment resistance. Yes, the run of the tower is smaller. Plus, the rotational speed does not depend on the engine warming up, the tank can quite successfully fire at the targets located on the sides. Or act standing with the engine off due to ambush.
  General Designer Porsche remarked:
  - The use of a more compact and sophisticated electric transmission can significantly save on the axle shaft, devouring a significant part of the combat room. And in this way we get a tank with a lower silhouette, which improves the ability to disguise and allows you to keep within the weight of no more than fifty tons. In addition, the large width allows you to have sloped and side armor.
   So the Soviet T-34 and KV-1 will not be able to pierce it even by shooting at close range, coming from the board! Soviet shells are sensitive to ricochet, especially armor cemented with a very hard surface.
   This means that the main Soviet cannons of 45, 57 and even 76 millimeters will be able to penetrate the caterpillar at most. This machine can give us a lasting advantage, as in the east. So it is on the western front.
  Hitler sternly remarked:
  - But for that, copper is needed all the more, and therefore control at the African deposits. And the tank itself should be kept in a big secret. So that the Russians did not have time to create a weapon against him and launch a mass production of large-caliber anti-tank guns.
  Keitel noted:
  - For successful expansion in Africa one cannot do without the capture of Gibraltar. Here, strictly speaking, the most difficult thing is to win Franco. And so all the operations are ready, the plan has been developed, and at the expense of forces ... They, of course, went to Africa, but if you take your measures, they will be available for the offensive.
  Hitler nodded:
  - Yes, Tsar Boris will send additional contingents to Yugoslavia. From there we will withdraw all the combat-ready units, as well as ... We will remove several divisions from the central front - they will hit Gibraltar. Such a fortress must be attacked by experienced combat troops. And the Russians will not go on the offensive in the center, so they need to strengthen the direction in the Far East and Mongolia. Hirohito swore that the most maximum of delay is the first half of August, in order to have time to break through the depths of the USSR before the onset of torrential autumn rains and freezing snowfalls. We, in turn, will probably be forced to postpone the capture of Moscow for the forty-third year. That's when the "Tiger" and show an animal roar!
  The Fuhrer paused and added:
  - Well, in aviation you need a qualitative leap. Namely, the mass production of jet bomber "Arado" and Yu-288. And also Speer - it is necessary to forcefully develop the main four-round bomber U-488. For strategic bombing, both Ural and British cities. And the ME-262 should be ready for the series.
  Hering boastfully stated:
  - Our jet ME-163 "Kometa" set an absolute speed record of 1078 kilometers per hour. This speed is already our opponents do not exceed.
  Hitler roared angrily:
  "What good is it if a Comet is not suitable for combat use with such a short flight time?"
   Provide at least half an hour of flying time and then it will become practical weaponry. While more promising look turbojet ME-262 and its derivatives ... I will entrust it to the Sauer, from the tougher Speer, and I think he will achieve more than ... Sauer will be Speer's deputy, supervising the aircraft.
  Fuhrer, a little thought, finished the thought:
  - Rommel will go to Iraq where the uprising has already begun. The offensive in Sudan, I will charge von Bock. This field marshal showed character, objecting to the division of our troops into Army Group "A" and "B" and offensive in two directions simultaneously. His experience, including the negative one, is even very useful to us, but for now I declare the meeting closed. The main instructions have already been given. Although finally prepare a report on the work of the "Maus".
   Porsche readily call girl, said:
  - We are working on a little mouse. We are trying ... Both the chassis and the turret with a 128-millimeter barrel caliber are ready. Moreover, the gun speed.
  The Fuhrer ordered:
  - Finish the work and show the tank ready in battle by November 26, if additional resources are needed, they will be allocated. But know - I do not limit you in means, I limit you in time!
  Porsche swore to the Führer:
  - By this time, a prototype will be manufactured in metal, suitable for combat use only we need ...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - This is to Speer, and spell it out in writing ... And Speer will be endowed with additional emergency powers.
  . CHAPTER number 18
  And in Egypt, in the meantime, very bloody and extremely fierce battles took place.
  Female tigress demonstrated the highest class and virtuoso combat skills. The girls on the battlefield are strong, and some short-sighted commanders still doubt this.
  But here are a few "Cromwell" still managed to align and jerk to the positions that occupied the girls. But they were almost immediately stopped by well-aimed shots. Apparently the tigress in the heat of battle, just forbid themselves to miss.
  The British faced a truly German stamina. Here is one of the tanket, having lost the remnants of courage, turned back. An Australian general ordered something and grenades flew at her. Mortally wounded car, flamed, and then also shells, began to tear inside. Such a spectacle.
  In the formidable virgin Magda from overheating he jammed the submachine gun, and, putting the useless piece of iron aside, began to fire from a self-loading rifle. And what a very good tactic! The rate of fire is lower, but the aim is higher. The same girls-warriors did the same thing a little earlier. Christina, shaking her head, noticed:
  - War teaches savings. And at the front, even more than in the rear!
  Christine reluctantly agreed:
  - Yes, teaches! But how many of these lion on us rushing! Are the British, so threw all their forces on us!
  Christina, slyly and shooting her eyes like Cinderella or rather her stepsisters at the ball, replied:
  - Honestly, I count on it!
  Christine was surprised:
  - Do you count? Do you want us to die? In such young years to find death?
  Christine winked softly.
  - Not in this case! Just think what happens when the enemy concentrates all his forces in one place?
  Magda immediately replied:
  - Become on this sites stronger. It can break through the front line.
  - And on the other? - Christina winked.
  - Stronger! No vice versa! - Magda suddenly guessed - So, while the enemy is throwing all his forces at us, the rest of our troops can take the enemy citadel by storm!
  Christina, quickly rolling, smacked her friend in a sweaty, scratched cheek:
  - Good girl! Finally she guessed! So that Alexandria will not become a record city that so long held out against the Wehrmacht.
  Magda noticed:
  - And Alexandria has already become such a city. And I hope not one of the enemy cities, his record will not beat! After all, we ...
  Christine interrupted:
  "To say that we are invincible until the battle has ended a bad omen." And you know it!
  Magda evil flashed her sapphire eyes back:
  - Being a believer does not mean superstitious. This is even stated in the catechism!
  Kristina, who once again, successfully firing a rifle and cutting off another "iris", quite seriously suggested:
  - Sing my girlfriend! That's certainly better to sing than to moan!
  Magda unexpectedly cut off:
  - It is better to moan from an orgasm, than to sing from a pain!
  Christine became angrier:
  - Well, what you can not connect with two words and therefore speak vulgarity. Come sing louder.
  And Magda sang, at first, seemingly quietly, but with each new verse, her voice crepeed;
  By the fire of the bloody stream,
  The avalanche flooded our land ...
  The war knows no measure
  Drink more sweet wine!
  
  The taste of victory will not be bitter,
  Though the bitterness of smoke and blood.
  When our grandfathers fought -
  Nightingale chirps about them!
  
  Immortality is the highest reward
  To dull old age not to know.
  So that the messengers of hell do not come,
  That the grace flowed out.
  
  We love the world and the smell of pine needles,
  But if you need a battle waiting.
  O our golden heart,
  Let it burn, melting the ice!
  
  Yes, fresh youth passes,
  Everything has become commonplace.
  That here the sun rises,
  Being a man is not a lie!
  
  Love the people the light of the Lord,
  He is very kind, believe us ...
  Although the path through the life of hell,
  And rules the world: Herod-Ham!
  
  We have clean goals,
  But the path to them - sorry for the blood!
  After all, the machine is like a dumbbell,
  In Likho of darkness is full of relatives!
  
  Jesus with Mary is our guarantee,
  They will come and they will bring happiness!
  Then the cold will disappear - flour,
  And malice with meanness kaput!
  The attack of the British finally exhausted. The last wrecked tanks stopped near the dug German trenches. And only the infantry, and the new arriving motorcyclists still did not give up trying to escape from the clutches. Exhausted by a long transition rough from the sand stuck to the sweat, the girls were already fired by the latest cartridges. Magda, adjusting the bayonet, said to Christine:
  - Well, what is hand to hand?
  The girl-tigress replied:
  - Yes hand to hand! It will be a glorious hunt, although for many it will be the last! Just wait for the order of the commander!
  Magda whispered:
  - The order of the commander during the war is filled with love and a huge price!
  The girl, having said this, recalled a tough sparring. She was a girl then and fought with a boy. Both are ten years old. But you have to fight in full contact. And above them stands SS with a whip and drives. The department of Himmler, thus, prepares supermen. And he does it in all seriousness. Without any pity and excess sentiment. Here they are with the boy fighting with arms and legs. They exchanged blows, so even bruises were made. Then a karate boy managed to push her nose with a bare heel. In response, the girl shook her chin in the elbow. The boy fell, and she, sitting on top, began to thresh the young fighter in the face. So even rubbed a trickle of blood.
  It was however, clear that there is no unity among the British soldiers. Some of them lay down and did not want to run forward, while the others were a little timidly marking time.
  The female warriors had few shots left, although initially there was a whole bag of ammunition brought by each tigress. Yes, they are girls, beautiful, barefoot, in some very strong bikinis a warrior of the elite SS women's battalion. Departments in which the best individuals of Germany fought, and even ruthlessly trained. A kind of program to create the people of the future - a superman sung by the genius of Friedrich Nietzsche. The girls tried to choose for themselves each their victim and not lose the gift of a single patron. And then there were more tanks. And where do these "Matilda" come from, they were stamped above the roof. But now, it seems: it is reached, the limit of long-suffering, Margaret is ready, to give an order to the melee, suddenly. From the distant clouds sounded the grand symphony of Wagner. This music is so colossal and delightful, capable of bringing the true Aryan to total frenzy. And drive the enemy into a corkscrew. Glancing at the sky, Christine exclaimed loudly:
  "Yes, these are our Stuck bombers."
  Magda barked a pun.
  - Pieces will arrange not piece disassembly!
  What can be said about the formidable Yu-87, the legend of a diving bomb, a symbol of the German Blitzkrieg? This machine, just perfect (for its time, when there were no such powerful and effective computer guidance systems), is suitable for the destruction of ground targets and especially infantry, and tanks too. And the production of a decent shift: Focke-Wolfe is just beginning to unwind.
  Margaret barked loudly:
  - Zaryatsya in the sand, faster and hide their heads!
  And then the British were followed by blows, "Matilda" blow up and roll over. Magda felt like shards, like a comb, walked through her hair and scratched at the ear. Hooked and Christina, and one girl was not lucky at all, cut the shard. But fortunately it was already the last victims. Now the British attack finally drowned, and a banner with a swastika hoisted over the main minaret of Alexandria! This flag was huge, and inspired horror in more than half of the world:
  Christine with terrible admiration, exclaimed:
  - Wow! Finally!
  Magda was surprised:
  - We won? Somehow I can not believe it!
  Christina giggled thinly:
  -Yes Yes Yes Yes!
  The surviving British also began to throw white rags. That was a victory, then what can only be dreamed of, standing before an apparently impregnable armada happened.
  Magda exclaimed:
  - Joy, joy all the time! We will always be happy! Our color banner indicates the way ...
  Some devil pulled Christina's tongue and she blurted out:
  - Going nowhere!
  But the evil Margaret heard, she, unfortunately was near, and the hum at this moment was quiet. The company commander roared:
  - Is that so? A banner with a swastika leads, in your opinion, to nowhere. We will understand with you, but for now we need to build prisoners.
  Indeed, among those who surrendered were many wounded, and hard. With them, the Nazis acted "mercifully", a control shot to the head and full order. Those who were injured easily, put in a separate column - they can be cured and used as labor. Magda, however, suddenly experienced a sting of conscience when she saw the massacre of the seriously wounded and maimed. In the Third Reich, everything was subordinated, the requirements of expediency. And therefore, unnecessary cleaned. Magda herself, despite all the drill, and already a solid (especially after this fight!) Number of corpses in his account, remained a kind and very sentimental. Here on the dusty, tanned cheek even a bitter tear rolled down. What a dirty thing war is, how it changes a person"s character and assessment.
  Christina was also nervous; what else will come up cruel Gale. How to punish her. Indeed, in wartime, the commander can simply order to shoot, without even explaining the reasons. Although this case is likely to not reach. After all, they are the elite, and in the case of execution, and even in the presence of witnesses, they can start digging about what's what, why. They are warriors of value, not ordinary cannon fodder.
  The company, however, pretty battered. Three German girls died, five were seriously injured, almost half were light, and everyone was exceptionally scratched and tired. Counting losses was done a little later, but for the time being they were building prisoners and counting captured trophies. As well as tigress girls arranged in a separate pile of weapons thrown by the enemy. Although night fell, it was quite light, especially thanks to the full moon. Magda noticed:
  - Do you know Christina in this weather, werewolves are usually very active. Especially the former dead!
  The red-haired warrior twisted her face:
  - If, after all, fairy tales, then yes. But you are adult girls. Rather, we are adult girls, and themselves like ghouls. Even if it is female and very beautiful with ruby nipples.
  Before the eyes of Magda, or rather in her fresh memory, an episode of the last battle flashed, as the English bodies scattered after the fall of the bomb. Among them, there was one - apparently from among the aborigines of Australia, a muzzle with thick lips and a flat nose - just horror. And my eyes ... Just my tender and gentle beast, I love you so much, believe me. The head did not reach the formidable Magda of all about ten meters! And it's like ...
  The killed tigress girls, unlike ordinary soldiers, could not be buried for no reason. Their bodies were wrapped in plastic bags and after the ceremony of farewell and funeral (a special priest with a swastika on his sleeve did it!), They were sent with a plane to Germany.
  The priest was a special SS man in red and with the face of a professional killer. Hitler has long wanted to establish a new religion in the Third Reich. True, the compilation of alternative theology has encountered difficulties. Several ambitious philosophers were pushing each with their own model and theory. And only the Führer himself could choose the total. But the adoption of a new religion, where the cross would replace the swastika, or rather the swastika would replace the cross, would mean the inevitable split in society, and even on the eve of the Second World War. Hitler decided to postpone the reformation until better times! Alas, even the Führer seemed able to move mountains and change the laws of nature forced to reckon with human prejudices. Christina is red-haired, and red color, color of cunning and not standard thinking sighed. Unlike blonde blonde warrior Magda, this skillful killer with the soul of a lamb, she did not love Christ, sincerely considering him a weakling and a Jew. Indeed, the Bible sucks - in her opinion. The fact that the Jews are the people chosen by God causes only laughter and rejection. So God chose ... Brr ... Christine interrupted her thoughts and helped load the dead to a special container. It is really strange that a man, the crown of the universe, is so fragile that he can be killed. After all, how can you destroy the perfect ... But talking about the perfect man is ridiculous.
  This creature, quite a little adapted for life, especially human children. And why is that? This raises doubts about the natural course of things in evolution. After all, man is the highest sphere and no one can argue that this is exactly so. Therefore, atheism and logical. After all, human weakness is explained by the fact that it is still practically at the very beginning of the evolutionary ladder. That is, while you are weak, but in the future you can become strong.
  Christian morality suggests: that you are born shit and shit and stay, only your humiliation will carry forever. Well, the very meaning of the concept of Islam means obedience ... And to be submissive means to be a nonentity, which is truly unacceptable for a real proud person.
  The tigress, meanwhile, were busy cleaning up bodies and collecting equipment. It was already night, the brightest of the year. The bodies have already begun to exude asphyxiated plowing. Christina frowned: why are there so much shit in people! The man is a walking dump! But in theory, a person needs to be - a superman and a super-animal! This has a special meaning - the mind, the giver and physical perfection. Wow, these people ... or rather little people. Well than they are better than animals, if they stink like this! You just have to overcome yourself in order to touch the corpses and throw them off ... Magda, one might say, she"s lucky she"s digging a deep and wide hole with other soldiers where the corpses will be thrown. However, Kristina cheated a little, rushed to help the Cromwell tank abandoned by the enemy. Well, nothing on the properties especially protective and running this colossus. Warrior put it:
  - Technique in shit.
  Barefoot blonde Ket, too, from her company replied:
  - Technique nothing to do if people are rotten!
  Here Christina with both hands for, immediately agreed with the beautiful and frisky tigress warrior:
  - Rusty equipment is easier to clean than to refresh a rotten person! The strongest muscle is powerless - if the mind is weak!
  Kate shoved the tank with her little hands, giggled.
  - Well, you and Solon! Or rather Socrates in a skirt, so intricately expressed. But as Hitler said: beat, beat and beat again!
  Kristina roared her affectionately:
  - Bay, but do not fight back!
  Ket's sharp biceps bulged, she pushed the tank because of all her strength, and the girl"s tummy collapsed. Christina also, like a true Aryan, did not swindle. The girl-tigress tried in all, and even sang:
  - Do not think about love! Weights huge soon push! After all, this is our harsh sport - not a local, world record!
  Kat sang:
  - We set new records for the land to grow! Twice, three times higher than the norm - so that my country blossomed!
  Kristina half in jest and half seriously continued:
  - And those records are steep - more reptiles dunk! We are not bad girls - we are breaking bricks with pepper!
  The red-haired warrior is even in ecstasy as she slams her head over armor. And after that I listened to the music. And then tensed even more. Yet it is strange that the British, who have such a reverent attitude to the monarchy, called the tank the name of Cromwell, a rebel, a revolutionary. Yes, still executed King Charles the first. As it is contrary to logic, to call the name of the killer a new cruiser tank, with sufficiently powerful armor. Although the gun shoots frag, rather than anti-tank shells. Christine timidly licked the armor tongue and then spat out relish:
  - Bitter bitterly!
  Kat noticed:
  - If after this battle we are not given rewards, it will be the highest injustice!
  Christine, with a sigh, remarked:
  - In theory, you need to generously reward all female warriors of our battalion, or more precisely the company. Everybody fought like heroes, nobody got scared, and everyone had at least a dozen corpses under their feet. I myself killed only in this fight more than forty "cubs". And that all reward - it would be fair!
  Kat nodded.
  - Why not! Moreover, our three friends remained lying on the sand. So this is all terrible. All these continuous wars in the history of mankind. War is, of course, interesting, but people are dying!
  Christine suddenly as a piercing sings:
  - People are dying for the metal! People are dying for the metal! Satan is there to rule the ball, there the ball reigns! Satan rules the ball there and pours napalm!
  The girls laughed and finally loaded Cromwell onto the platform. At the same time, Christina managed to crush her thumb with her right, barefoot, but with graceful, tanned lines of a princess-warrior's legs. The girl winced, and issued:
  - On legs as on asphalt! Get no alto flat!
  Humor humor, and work work. The wolves stuck in, as if in hard labor, but at the same time they barked their teeth. Christina and then tried to stand out. The fleshy thighs were also shaking so violently. Kate whining, noticed:
  - Dance is dance!
  Christina was surprised here:
  - And this is what you?
  Ket explained:
  - We dance like in ballet, but also with weights. I heard that boxers also use a similar training technique - they put weights in their hands and jump in front of the mirror!
  Christine barely kept laughter:
  - Well yes! I understand this cool method! If weights are heavy, then after the weights in the same gloves, the hands will simply fly!
  Kate noticed:
  - Many want to take off, but most expect the fate of Icarus, as the feathers of ambition are sealed with faint-heartedness!
  Christina giggled slyly.
  - I see you also a philosopher! At all...
  Ket broke off:
  "There are no blunt tigresses!" We are all educated, well, reading Friedrich Nietzsche is included in the compulsory program.
  Christine was alert and immediately asked:
  - Nietzsche? This is an interesting philosopher. But the criterion of the superman is not well defined for him. In general, Nietzsche pulls in the direction of the primitive communal system, that is, in the Stone Age, which I personally do not like.
  Kate was surprised:
  - And why?
  Christina giggled briskly.
  - The fact is that Nietzsche is not sufficiently covered, or rather, the appreciated role of scientific and technological progress. That is how it affects a person, and for the better. And in general, an attempt to idealize the stone age - calling it gold is inappropriate. In fact, in an evolutionary way, people go from the simple to the complex, from the worst to the best. For example, how the planes are changing rapidly, from the simplest to the strongest. Such concepts as speed, maneuverability and so on.
  Ket giggled and sang:
  - What progress has reached - not seen miracles! But something is missing, the tail of a cunning demon twists!
  Christine added melodiously:
  - Forgotten chores! The Third Reich taxis! Soon there will be robots! The parasite is flattened!
  Carry, and work, the girls had to flourish, it was already quite light and the corpses of enemies, finally buried, it seemed possible to go to bed, but it was not there. No girls-tigress, yet gave to eat, and on the occasion of the victory, they even bit a trophy stew. Margaret defiantly commanded:
  - It is a great honor for you to taste the food of your enemy!
  Kristina barked:
  "No, it is a great honor for the British that we agreed to eat their shit!"
  Margaret angrily flashed her eyes.
  - Well, no, it already passes all borders. You are Christina you are completely without food! Not only will you be subjected to a kind of torture. In particular, it seems to me that your press is too flabby, and the muscles are not prominent. So, that we will test a new training penalty on you!
  Then someone pulled Magda's tongue:
  - I do not want to leave Christina to suffer alone. Let me be tormented too.
  Margaret smiled wryly.
  - Well, well done girl. Such loyalty, or rather friendship. You will endure both! And stay hungry both!
  Magda paused, the smell of braised meat tickled the nostrils of a hungry, tired girl-tigress. And then the rest of her friends began to exaggerately loudly slurp.
  But the main torture was still to come. Margaret really did invent something sophisticated. The girls hung their hands on the wire, which was very dug into the wrist, and chained to their feet. And if you keep your legs parallel to the ground, making an angle, then the steel chain is a bit lacking, then an iron sheet. But if you lower your legs, the tip of the chain swings the metal, which in turn is connected to a source of tension. And your body punches through electrical discharge. Here is such an interesting torture.
  Margaret rapaciously licked her lips.
  - Here is the press you will be so strong ... You girls, still you will thank me for the workout!
  Christina, giggling hysterically, said:
  - And why pull, let's thank for the workout immediately! For our happy childhood, thanks to the great SS!
  Margaret shook her finger:
  "You girls tigress will have to hang like that for the whole day." But, finally, you can feel like real men!
  Christine shook her head.
  - All experiments show that a woman, if properly trained, is much more resilient and dangerous than even hardened men of war!
  Margaret cut her short:
  - One more word and add a day of new tests!
  The tigress girls stopped, keeping the corner hard, especially if the chain was chained to their feet for a long time. Here and hang like a nipple. Margaret left without saying goodbye, leaving the girls so tormented. Magda felt some pressure in her lower abdomen, a chain rubbed her ankles, she pulled off her legs. The girl was suddenly tempted to check what would happen if you touch the iron chain. And what to try ...
  The electric shock was so strong that the hardened Magda cried out involuntarily. As if a heated stake pierced the body from the heels to the nape. A tooth was felt in the muscles, and the head ached. Magda snarled:
  - This is a craving for experiments so characteristic of the SS!
  Kristina half jokingly added:
  - It is good to experiment on ... Enemies! However, I am not mad for the lesson.
  The tigress girls are silent for a while. Christina thought: well, how freaky is fate. Right now the Germans have won, everyone is happy, and they are forced to hang like pears, and even suffer. To whom are pies and buns, and to whom are bruises and bumps! That's interesting, what's next. Now, after the fall of Alexandria, you can begin an offensive in the Middle East, even before the transfer of additional reinforcements. In fact, why wait, if there seems to be a lot of troops in Iraq and Palestine, but how to say it ... Not quite capable, too many Arabs and blacks who scatter when they hear sirens. And if you delay, then the British will have time to withdraw a lot of wealth, especially from Jerusalem and Baghdad. No need to hit quickly and fix the opponent in a knockout. Africa is a whole continent, but the fall of Iraq is also key to Asia. Having seized the reserves of oil, bauxite and other metals, Germany will finally get rid of any dependence on the USSR. And maybe even conquer Russia! Hike to the east ... Arians' old dream! And then what?
   Maybe even space expansion, as they like to describe in science fiction novels. Flying to the stars and new worlds. Where, for example, hybrids of carrots and frogs live ... It"s great, there"s something that hasn"t been there before and you"ll not find an analog on Earth. After all, other worlds are filled with inaccessible light, which means that German troops must take them by storm. After all, there is nothing brighter than the sun, except the stars! Christina asked Magda:
  - Well, I don"t understand you, why did you so lightly ask for flour? Do you like hanging on the rack like this? Yes, even the stomach hurts.
  Magda forced a smile.
  - And you know, and not bad! I, for example, have long noticed that the press is slightly behind me. Therefore, tightened.
  Christine frowned out:
  - Well, I did not know that they would force us to train the press. I personally thought that they would beat with batons on the heels. Or maybe even whip with barbed wire. However, if this gives you joy ...
  Magda already spoke louder:
  - You know, do not torment the soul! Maybe it's better to talk about something else.
  Christine nodded in agreement.
  - Yes, let's talk! Sing a flower do not be ashamed! After all, with the beauty of such a sister, you can see the songs to compose, a great craftswoman.
  . CHAPTER number 19.
  Barefoot Margarita and Maslov for the captured colonel received only restrained gratitude from General Krapivin. The prematurely aged military man shook hands with the girls and said:
  - Such as you are the pride of any army. Wait, in a week there will be an order awarding medals "For Courage".
  Two bare-legged girls together threw up their hands:
  Serving the Soviet Union!
  Maslova was extremely pleased and after awarding said Margarita:
  - Refuse to catch the general, but this is a crime! I have a feeling you could well catch!
  Barefoot Margarita replied with anger:
  - How are you all simple. And maybe better than Goering himself or the possessed Fuhrer. With him it would be much easier, you see, and Germany would have capitulated! You do not understand that not everything in the world goes, as we want!
  Maslova snapped back:
  - Of course, otherwise we would have been in Berlin a long time ago. But you can not stop halfway, you need to attack.
  The bare-legged Margarita frowned.
  - And why are we not coming now! Because ... Well, let's leave the talk.
  A new replenishment has just arrived, in addition to the recruit soldiers, the battalion of girls arrived. There are still quite young girls, after three months of "schooling", thrown into the furnace of the war. Yesterday's schoolgirls were actively working with shovels, dug cells and trenches. It was hot weather, the girls threw off their boots, and some exposed the torso. Margarita and Maslova dug along with them. It cannot be said that such work brought them joy, but the barefoot girls worked with visible enthusiasm. The largest of them, naked torso glistened with sweat, but she worked more and more vigorously.
  Shovels and flashed, the battle from afar resembled an anthill, where insects work hard, striving for their, unknown purpose.
  During a brief lunch break, Nikulin approached them and said:
  - We heard the news, Japan attacked our Far East. What will happen now! Such a mess!
  Maslova's shorn girl frowned:
  - We already knew about this in the morning, the attack of the Japanese was repelled with heavy losses, narrow-eyed shoved and got.
  Nikulin tugged at the tip of his nose (how he got the riddle) and muttered:
  - Honestly, ours also got, besides the Japanese went on the offensive and on land. So the war went completely wrong.
  Margarita grimaced:
  - And when she walked right! Was it better in the forty-first?
  Maslova noticed:
  - Then we just learned to fight! It is a different time now, only the girls are not shot at all, they are not even eighteen. How many of them will die during the fight? Even to imagine scary.
  Margarita showed fists to the west:
  "The Fascists will get theirs, but in general if you look, it may be better to die so young and healthy than to turn into decrepit, ugly old women!"
  Barefoot Maslova objected:
  - I think a maximum of twenty years, old age will be defeated. So it is better for all of us to live and win!
  Margarita nodded her agreement.
  - This is exactly for us!
  Nikulin again spoiled the mood:
  - After the Yankees stopped sending canned food, the officer ration became much worse. To be honest, my stomach is almost empty.
   The bare-footed Margarita glared fiercely:
  "Don't call them Yankees!" Yanka is a beautiful Belarusian name! Better call Pindos, this is the most appropriate name for them!
  Maslova burst out laughing, the other girls supported her:
  - Pindos! What a funny epithet! But if America begins to help the fascists and capitulates to evil, then this is true. I even heard that the Germans had American bombers. That is, we face a grave threat. The war is becoming more severe.
  Margaret said with optimism:
  - Difficult occupation needs to be made habitual! Habitual easy, easy enjoyable! And now for the work!
  And the girls started to work, with no less enthusiasm:
  - Let's hit harder, pull together! Come on, I"m getting on with it, do not dare to whine the opposite! - The song rang.
  Barefoot Margarita worked measuredly, and memories flooded back to her.
  Esesovtsy roared like bulldogs, beautiful words performed by Chaliapin in a skirt made an impression on hardened creatures. They were ready to pounce and tear apart the impudent girl, as the senior officer distinctly ordered:
  - Stop torture! I do not want to cripple such a Russian!
  The junior officer was indignant:
  - But she insulted the Great Reich with her singing!
  The senior officer raised a fat index finger up:
  - A woman sings under torture, and even so full and divine! This is a huge rarity, a valuable trophy! And therefore I give the order, untie the diva, smear it with medicine and place it in armored cars. I will deliver it personally to Himmler, let him decide what to do with it, maybe it will be a gift to the Fuhrer himself.
  The Nazis stretched out and snapped:
  - We have an iron discipline! Let the Führer decide! He is a genius! Heil Hitler! Zin Heil!
  Margarita felt roughly, the naked girl was both pained and ashamed, shook well and carried. The young, charming girl-student experienced a terrible pain, especially in the scorched feet, but restrained moans. But when the fascist bastard grabbed her breasts and began to twist her nipple, the girl clutched her teeth in the hairy claw. The Nazi screamed and punched Margarita in his already broken temple. The striking blow was a strong wild boar, and the girl lost consciousness again.
  She woke Margaret tied up in a truck, chained to a wall. The truck was standing still, and the girl felt very nasty. She seems to be taken to Germany, where monstrous torture and barbaric experiments await. We must do something, for example, run ...
  Barefoot Margarita was in handcuffs snapped behind her hands. There is a chain around the neck, and it"s like a crypt itself, only metal walls, though not very thick. The girl gently touched her foot. Not very big blisters were swollen, that is, lubrication with oil helped to hurt, not especially singing the legs. If anything can run on your socks. The girl tapped gently on the wall. Yes, not particularly thick, but you can't break through your fist. But as they say in the proverb, the golden key is best opened by the gates, prisons, and the golden head allows you to avoid it! Margarita pounded on the wall, imitating Morse code.
  The doors opened, and on the threshold appeared SS man in the rank of chief lieutenant. He looked at the girl, slightly squinting his eyes.
  - Want to whip a slut?
  Margarita aspirated in pure German:
  - I would not want my dear knight to go to Germany completely penniless. If you help me, at least a little grab some money you get rich!
  Ober-lieutenant has caused a provocation:
  - We are talking about the Russian pig!
  The girl handed him his tanned legs:
  "Do you really think that I was just tortured and driven to torture to the rear for beautiful eyes!" I know where the Soviet authorities are hiding a lot of valuables, pebbles, gold, platinum, jewelry!
  The swine glance of an SS officer betrayed a moneystriker who was ready to sell his own mother for a penny. Curved fingers walked on the foot, the girl shuddered in pain and disgust. He croaked:
  - And where is the bitch's money ?!
  Barefoot margarita lowered her tone:
  "Russians are not fools either, but the Bolsheviks are rogues by nature and know how to hide treasures." He hid his treasures in the forest, and in order to find the treasure, I have to go myself, especially since only I know how to find and most importantly open the cleverly hidden entrance. And if a little bit wrong, then it will blow.
  The chief lieutenant shivered.
  - And you're not lying gold-haired?
  Barefoot Margarita shrugged her strong shoulders:
  - And why should I lie! It is better to let you get the money, I will take only one small diamond, than they will torment me further. Well, and then I pretend to break, but ...
  They will think that the Bolsheviks had time to pick up the treasure from the cache. And I"m an ideological Komsomol member well, the money will go to buy the mansion and the yacht to an officer, not new Wehrmacht tanks and aircraft, and you will become a magnate.
  Ober Lieutenant"s fingers shook, greed flared in his eyes:
  - Yes, surely you say! Ege, it is logical! - Pause, scratching the nose and balding forehead.- But if you frustrated, I will ...
  The bare-footed Margarita answered with a gentle voice:
  - Lying is not in my interests! However, we have little time, soon I will be lucky ...
  The Nazis snarled:
  - In this case, follow me!
  Ober-officer SS jumped to the chain, began to open it with the key. The girl playfully pinned herself up:
  - I'm like a dog on a chain! True, purebred, golden suit. And you are my mighty master Von Baron.
  The fascist grunted:
  - I am not a background, and among my ancestors there were no backgrounds. But here you are the Russian filly will help me to gain a high rank among the oligarchs. A lot of wealth, I can carry?
  Barefoot Margarita convincingly said:
  - There is only hidden what is of great value. Treasures confiscated from wealthy Poles. So that...
  - Shut up! - croaked a German.
  As Margarita Ober-Lieutenant expected, went with her alone, grabbing a backpack. In fact, by no means a small SS officer was hardly afraid of an unarmed one, wearing only her panties, and even a girl with her hands cuffed behind her. The Nazi held a cadet at gunpoint.
  - Let's go bitch!
  The guards at the entrance, seeing the chief lieutenant and the half-naked, fabulously beautiful girl, released several jokes in handcuffs:
  - Yes, you picked up a cool chick!
  The chief lieutenant barked:
  - Shut up before I send you to iron the asphalt with your noses.
  Esesovtsy stretched out:
  - So exactly the commander!
  Margarita was bursting with curiosity, and she whispered:
  - And why the car is in a guarded parking lot, and does not go to Germany.
  The chief lieutenant snarled:
  - Until the time has come stunbanführer, besides he wants to go with you. So you really know a lot. Probably, you big red chief told an important secret in bed.
  The naive Margarita did not understand the hint and answered:
  - Not in the office!
  Ober-lieutenant giggled:
  - I imagine what it looked like!
   The girl grimaced, to walk, of course, it was painful, but the toes of her legs were singed. Each step is flour, and a burning sensation, but the girl suffered, especially since they stepped on the soft summer weed, it became easier for her to walk. The fascist asked the girl:
  - Are there any diamonds there?
  Margarita sang:
  - In the business to show, we all need talents - the best friends of girls, these are diamonds! So of course there is!
  The chief lieutenant snarled:
  - In the east, diamonds were used as torture; they thrust a special scepter into the bosom. And the girls were so screaming! Here too I love to torture women, especially beautiful ones like you! Do you know what a pleasure it is to be with a girl on the rack?
  Margarita is somewhat strained, giggled:
  - I guess! Probably feeling at all super! But I personally like something more peaceful. Well, no longer you have no other pleasure than to cause pain, let them not even to a friend, but to a living person.
  The chief lieutenant unexpectedly softened his tone:
  - You do not understand this, I spent my childhood hungry and in the dustbin and the only pleasure for me was to crush the worms and other creatures. Pierce them, tear off the legs, torture in one way or another. And when I burned a rat alive enjoying its thin screech, I realized that hurting my neighbor is a thrill!
  Margarita almost vomited after such revelations:
  - And is it that in the SS all sadists like you?
  Ober-lieutenant proskulil:
  - No, I am the most ordinary, just above the average level of cruelty! But no, I'm cooler! .. But no, I'm cooler than Nero! And I will tear all Russians apart, as subhumans who are not even worthy of a noose.
  Margarita whimpered:
  - But I am also Russian! Will you really kill me!
  The chief lieutenant looked like a hungry wolf:
  - Of course, finish it off! Yes, sprinkle with pepper, because the SS warrior. And the SS is translated: severe death!
  The girl walked in front, it pointed the way and fell, then burst into tears:
  - I am so uncomfortable to go with shackled hands. Handcuffs rub hands, and it is so painful. And now and then I fall.
  The fascist giggled:
  - You think I will give in to the children's trick! I know your communist tricks.
   Margarita groaned:
  - I'm just a Komsomol member! Peaceful, tender girl. And you could respect me! As it is sung in the song, I will not part with the Komsomol: I will be forever young! And then kidney scrap to flow water!
  The chief lieutenant grunted with laughter:
  - This is of course fun! Just for the sake of what I need to take off your handcuffs. Increase the chance that you throw out some conic!
  Margarita sang:
  - Horses, my horses, horses stolen! We are with the emblem "Chase" Stenka Razin! And the hooves knock, and the car roars, on an honest word and on one wing!
  Ober-lieutenant moaned and screamed:
  - You know whore, you probably want to kill me with a laugh! You know, maybe this is your psychic weapon.
  Margarita again repulsed language:
  - I laughed at him before the colic, and the question is, and how are you in hell? Relationship to alcoholic brothers - they say they are fried in alcohol!
  The fascist was literally choking with laughter, he even prochirical:
  - The Fuhrer swore and said - a boar with tops attacked me!
  Margarita breathed:
  - Yes, really the great Fuhrer can not cope with some boar. Yes, Hitler will kill the boar with one finger, because he is great, put the whole world in himself! What the whole world, even the whole universe!
  The chief officer crowed:
  - O universe, o galaxy! Unforgettable, in the form of a candy wrapper!
  Margarita answered cheerfully:
  - When you if a ram, a boar is dying of hunger! When you eat a boar, then the ram of fear! But in general, it means ...
  The chief officer whined again:
  - Yes, how much can a whore! Or even worse Komsomol! Where did the communists hide the money?
  Margarita sang in response:
  - Fascist abomination is terrible, grabbed the child of the unfortunate! And she began to growl and grab him, mooing and blowing a tear from the seine! - The girls got off the rhyme and suddenly saw a rather large boulder and screamed. - Here it is, there is the entrance to the door.
  The fascist grunted crookedly:
  - And you're not lying?
  Margarita's eyes narrowed:
  - And I have no reason to lie! Besides, I hope you let me go. After all, that treasure is sweet ...
  Ober officer interrupted:
  - Not! I will not go under the tribunal! Do you understand me.
  Margarita giggled through tears:
  - Yes understood! But in order to dump the boulder you need to get a key that will turn a special mechanism.
  The ober officer already squeaked with impatience:
  - Where is the key?
  Margarita showed a bare, scorched leg in the place where the earth slightly looked like a freshly dug. The girl even twisted her finger at this point, and said, bursting into a nightingale:
  - That is what we need to dig!
  The fascist took a shovel from his backpack, turned it in his hands a little and put Margarita in his hands:
  - Here you will dig, I'm not a fool to stifle!
  The girl groaned:
  - And how will I dig, legs or something!
  Ober-lieutenant evil grinned:
  - No, tongue! Well, I'll take off your chains!
  The fascist cleverly clenched the handcuffs, and slammingly slapped the girl on the chest:
  - Well, now I'm chasing you.
  Margarita shook her hips, and strained the press:
  - I myself do not mind, improve the shape!
  The girl took the shovel and began to dig. The Nazi was sitting with a very sour mine. He held Margarita at gunpoint, and she, in turn, tried to talk to the fascist:
  - And you, what sport are you doing!
  The nazi evil replied:
  - Shooting runaway, naked female bodies.
  Margarita giggled.
  - And what, it's funny! Although a body without a soul is not a body, but how weak is a soul without a body! Although, for example, hide and seek, it's great too!
  The chief lieutenant whistled:
  - It depends on who is hiding from whom! In general, you are a talkative girl. Apparently, you were tortured a little, very little!
  Margarita sniffed contemptuously:
  - Not! I had enough! Although I do not know what you think of me?
  The fascist snarled like a boar into which a bullet landed:
  - And what can I think about the Russian spy! You are Russian despicable, arrogant nation prone to sophistry. Not without reason, Stalin has mutilated you so much. What can be said in dealing with subhuman animals.
  The girl objected:
  - And at the same time, under torture, I behaved with dignity!
  The chief officer grimaced, his thin, dry lips became like a gray pretzel. An unusually nasty mug, and a voice is a thousand times nastier:
  - You must have screamed on the rack like a lamb roasted alive?
  Margarita threw:
  - Not!
  Fascist swore:
  - What else could you do?
  Margarita, pulling out her gorgeous bosom, said:
  - sing!
  The ober officer gritted his teeth:
  - And how did you do?
  - Show! - the maid sarcastically inquired.
  The fascist muttered:
  - Of course, show! I already waited!
  Margarita began to dig a little slower and, having set her breath, started singing in her extraordinary voice. Truly his range was unusually wide, and at the same time harmonious:
  Believe destined to be reborn,
  Although thundering: bloody, mortal combat!
  Rush rush like a maiden bird
  Let the heart be full of sadness and longing!
  Let my boyfriend in love did not resist,
  I went to the front, rejecting the captivity of passion!
  But streams of Russian blood have spilled,
  O mountains of the corpses of devoted friends!
  Broken tank, on a burned, military field,
  I will not cry over trouble!
  Although the lungs of the world have no more days,
  My crazy life is not interrupted!
  In Hell, all empty promises,
  Socialism, we are sure!
  What timid slaves are now grumbling,
  A mighty thunder will spew forth!
  I will not forget my homeland
  Though the world is now, only a light, children's dream!
  And the hurricane of war roars everywhere,
  Cruel Mars may be condemned!
  Fascism came from places not distant,
  Break the life of a silk thread!
  Charred like a fire maples,
  What can pain in my soul heal!
  Of course they are sad separation
  You suffer with both flesh and soul!
  Experiencing torn hands on the rack,
  You will go for everything, for mother dear!
  And in a stormy fight - also ecstasy,
  Though the flame burns and inflamed eyes!
  No regrets
  To break for the fallen, the Russian knight is glad!
  The fascist, I believe, will choke with blood,
  Hitler will get in the back a sharp count!
  And the sun will shine over Russia,
  The scum will be turned into ashes!
  Our Stalin will lead the people to victory,
  And communism will forever rule!
  Our children will laugh in happiness
  And the disgrace of fascism will disappear forever!
  The chief officer could not stand such an insult and rushed at the girl, waving his fists. She was expecting exactly that: she had deliberately provoked a reaction. The edge of the demining shovel stuck into the monster's throat. The girl put all the rage and body into the blow, and the chief officer was still moving towards her. The throat, which had let in itself, more than one hundred bottles had burst, and dull-red splashes flew in different directions. Fascist fist still managed to please the girl in the shoulder. Margarita staggered, and the burned heel hit the stone painfully. Involuntarily screamed, but immediately bit her tongue. The chief lieutenant jerked a couple more times, clawed the grass with his paw, then calmed down. The girl suddenly felt nauseous and spat to the side:
  - Have carrion! He lived badly, I see, badly finished!
  Margarita rushed to run, not paying attention to the pain ... Memories faded ... It was already getting dark. Nikulin, tired of digging, sat down and lit a cigarette. His eyes expressed boredom:
  - In fact, digging in the ground, akin to kolupaniyu in the sandbox! If aviation hits, then trenches ...
  Margarita interrupted:
  - No you are not right! If the hit is not direct, then the trenches will even come in handy, cover from the fragments. You seem just too lazy to dig.
  Nikulin offended:
  - Never will be, lazy Russian guy, but a temporary lull is better to use for exercises. The girls are very fresh, if they trample the enemy, they will not be stopped by trenches, but by accurate shots and bayonet attacks.
  Maslova supported the guy:
  - Of course! He who hopes for trenches runs the risk of getting stuck underground!
   Margarita threw a shovel, so much so that she turned over five times in the air, in the style of an acrobat-virtuoso:
  - Hang up! Stop digging!
  The girls were very tired, from hard work, happily shouted. The little faces and the figures of almost all the female warriors were beautiful, but as if they were oiled, so much sweat had spilled out. The young man Nikulin looked at the girls, not looking up. Is often like to see in the Stalin's sanctimonious world. The largest girl, was almost two meters tall, she rudely shouted to Nikulin:
  - Why are you sucking sucking?
  The young man answered singing:
  - Yes, because ... Because we are pilots! Our sky, our sky darling home! First of all, first of all planes! Well, and girls? And then the girls! First of all, first of all planes! Well, and girls? And then the girls!
  The girls laughed, the bully relented:
  - Well, okay live shorty! And I am ready to work and defense!
  Margarita commanded:
  - And now break up in pairs! We will practice kicks!
  Maslova objected:
  - Maybe better to arrange a shooting range? It will be much more practical?
  Margaret negatively shook her dark head:
  - Not! They to the eyeballs nastrelyalis in school. But surely no one taught them to fight. Therefore, we have to pull the lagging places. After all, athletics, hard train those muscles that are less developed. Believe it right! So split in pairs.
  The girls, in spite of their small experience, broke into pairs quickly. Discipline was inherent in girls. Nikulin confusedly asked:
   - What should I do!
  Margarita ordered:
  - Become a couple with the highest!
  The giantess grinned. She was very athletic with broad shoulders and hips, large breasts, but relatively thin waist. The face is quite pretty, regular features. The giant girl said:
  - Do not worry, I will not kill you, but I can crush!
  Nikulin said with a gasp:
  - Divine death! Of course, it is important how a person lived, but more importantly how he died! In the last years of his life, Pushkin was losing popularity, the public was tired of seeing his idol in him, although the flow of poetry did not dry up. Perhaps he would have ended as Balzac, forgotten in poverty, spat upon criticism! And so Dantes was the best master of PR, even black.
  Margarita was surprised:
  - And you, I see, you know the words of scholars! You see girls, take an example from him. Increase your erudition.
  The giantess knocked:
  - I would prefer that he, something else rose! By the way do I have to fight him?
  Margarita shook her head negatively.
  - Hard contact will not be! It is important not just to peel, but to beat right! In real combat, accuracy is more important than strength. Just like a three-gram bullet ... What a surprise, the American Harvard or M-18 automatic rifle is really such small bullets. And this is not so bad, you can carry a lot of ammunition, although the destructive power, especially at long distances, decreases! In short, for starters, let them stand to the right, just spread your arm, throwing it from the shoulder, in front of you. And slowly ...
  The girls began to move, and many were not. Margarita calmly commanded:
  - Again! Again! And now the foot, slowly, bending at the knee.
  When very young girls, bend and unbend the knee, it makes a strong impression. And if at the same time the leg stretches, the girlish smooth, seductive fingers move, it is generally lafa, just a super spectacle, admiring the female warriors.
  Margarita unexpectedly interrupted the lesson:
  - Airplanes are flying here, heavy bombers! Everyone urgently disguise! Use grass and branches.
  Maslova was surprised:
  - Actually, I have a great ear, but I still can not hear the roar of the engines of aircraft. Maybe you think?
  Margarita answered sharply:
  - Not! And I am your commander, this is an order to urgently disguise!
  The warrior herself rushed to tear off the grass and break the branches, moving very easily and quickly, as if she were a forest deer. Her energy was transferred to other girls, all women warriors were disguised quickly, although not always professionally. Here are two girls faced foreheads, almost arose a fight. Margarita shouted:
  - Leave the power to beat the Germans! And do not blind the eyes! At the same time faster, even faster!
  The girls moaned:
  - We are tired! - But hurry even more.
  Finally, when the noise of the motors was heard by everyone, Margarita commanded:
  - Stop! All lay motionless! Understand the girls, it depends not only your life, but also the lives of your friends!
  Despite the lack of experience, barefoot girls froze sprinkled with grass and branches. Outwardly, it looked quite beautiful, as if charming frightening climbed onto dry land. Although there may be a comparison with the frightening one can be considered too offensive for such lovely girls. The bare-footed Margarita peered through the telescope into the darkened sky. Fascist aircraft flew at an altitude of about five kilometers. There were about two hundred most bombers. Margarita saw their twin-engined Yu-88s carrying 2,000 kilograms of bombs, more streamlined Ju-188s carrying 3,300 kilograms of bombs, and some other huge hulk ... Ego and yes they are American BT-17 and BT-19, there are a few of them a dozen, but they are says that the United States has already begun to supply Germany with equipment. Quickly, the Yankees, more precisely, the Pindos, realized that Germany might have a quick skull, and already urgently help. More precisely, that they themselves may be the destruction of Japan, the Third Reich. So they took it, that they were given a mass of planes for them to appease the Fritz. Well, treacherous Yankees and mean. They want to buy peace at such a price with Japan and the Third Reich. We thought of such a price to appease the fascists!
  Well, insanity!
  The American BT-17 carries up to 7 tons of bombs, a very powerful machine, and the BT-19 generally appeared recently, it is even strange that the Pindos were not afraid to transfer the machine that carries 10 tons at once. Here the USSR America, even the BT-17, did not want to give more ancient machines. Apparently too afraid of a Westerner for the Third Reich. And they fear rightly, after defeating Germany, we will take on the United States and Britain. Let there be a lot of blood shed, but with all wars will end once and for all.
  Escort fighters ... IU-109, F-190 and the Yankees' traitors set money for the hope of P-39, though of just a couple of pieces. There is no other mordovorot ME-209. This fighter only recently began to produce, but nothing Russian and cope with it.
  Apparently Nikulin caught the play of feelings on Margarita"s face and therefore said:
  - Something is wrong? You make a face!
  The barefoot girl reluctantly replied:
  - I see that in addition to German, American planes are flying! Do you understand what it says?
  Nikulin was joking:
  - The fact that the Yankees will soon pinched his nose in the Russian trap. Well, nothing will bring a revolution and overseas!
  The bare-legged Margarita ironically remarked:
  - The enemy is still in the depths of our territory, and you plotted about the ocean ... You know the Germans have an excess of pilots, and they can quickly increase their airstrike power. Aviation is the most maneuverable type of troops, and is capable of reaching far beyond the front line. Perhaps even aviation plays the most important role in the future army. This type of weapon capable of operating in three planes, which is very decent, because the tank will not jump up. So we expect very difficult days.
  Nikulin did not lose optimism:
  -Oh, days, you days, oh days days days! And the Nazis in the end, I beat off my kidneys! And this call will be Makivara, because Adolf and Roosevelt are not a couple!
  Barefoot Maslova giggled thinly:
  - You know, I would be funny to see how Nikulin is hanged and what he will soak in the loop.
  Nikulin nodded from under the branches.
  - You know, I have long wanted to add myself to growth! Nothing lifts you in your eyes like a hangman's noose!
  Maslova suggested:
  - And let's Nikulin right now and hang! Then he will rise like a double-headed eagle, above us!
  The young man even shook with laughter:
  - Of course, it will be a class! Especially if two girls hang on me!
  Margarita interrupted the exchange of jokes:
  - It's good that we have not received tanks yet! We would not have time to disguise them. And tanks, especially KV, are big ...
  Nikulin boldly interrupted:
  - Coffins! Yes, it is the coffins! I saw how the Panthers beat them, such a machine would not fight a lot! So girls, it's time for us to build new tanks! Yes, and the square tower is very outdated.
  Margarita agreed:
  - Of course, outdated! Her shells are stitched like an awl blotter, but so far we have no better ones! And the 76-mm gun is very outdated, and it does not take either the T-3 or even the upgraded T-4 from a long distance. What progress does not stand still, but I am sure that we, too, have powerful developments. At one time, the T-35 tank had no analogues in the world, its five towers were sweeping through the entire surrounding space. Even one such car went through almost all of Kiev before it was hit.
  Nikulin sang:
  - Our mud tanks are not afraid! Hitler will be century in the loop to hang out! Eh yes turn around your shoulder, everyone will be hot!
  Margarita strictly ordered:
  - In now all get up and proceed to the handwriting. We have an hour before bedtime!
  The classes went slowly, for another two hours, after which Margarita forced the girls to sit in the lotus position. The girls willingly executed a similar order, although half of them rather groaned in pain. Finally, the golden-haired warrior calmed down and commanded:
  - Hang up! In the barracks march!
  And the girls walked chasing, bare feet that had time to scratch, a clear, army step, singing along:
  - Forward chest brave,
  Flags sky glue!
  Who walks there right?
  Left! Left! Left!
  Nikulin suggested:
  - And can we sing Murka! It will be very cool! - The young man could not resist and started singing brazenly distorting the motive -That Murka with a gun, and with a singed blat! Somehow samogon! And from the machine gun of Hitler's infantry, in the Yellow House, rygaya, gathered! Here it is the power of the Reds!
  The bare-legged Margarita sighed:
  - You have a talent for writing, but there is no perseverance. Here you read the novel Bulgakov: Master and Margarita?
  Nikulin waved his head:
  - Not ! But the name Margarita is beautiful, like yours. And the master, that for what, not by boxing an hour?
  The girl laughed:
  - No, he is a writer, but notice the master! Why master?
  Nikulin screamed:
  "Because there are a lot of writers, but a master of them, someone alone, or maybe only one." By the way, did this master write a lot of novels?
  Half-moon Margarita clarified the question:
  - Bulgakov or the hero of his novel?
  Nikulin winced:
  - I know Bulgakov, his Young Guard in theaters is shown, maybe soon, they will shoot a movie. By the way, he didn"t know that he also wrote the Master and Margarita novel. But in general, Bulgakov, in my opinion, is not a great writer.
  Margarita interrupted:
  - If you had read the master and Margarita, you would not have thought so! This novel is just wonderful. Firstly, the main character in him is not a master and not Margarita, but Satan himself, which is surprised.
  Nikulin shrugged, scratched the bridge of his nose:
  - Actually, I do not know! My attitude to Satan as a person is not unequivocal! Some consider him to be the forefather of evil, and the culprit of all misfortunes, others think that this is an invention of priests, and still others, on the contrary, heroize the face of Lucifer, considering him the first revolutionary. I do not know ... In my opinion, Satan had every reason to wish for change, and the world without sin is a soup without pepper, everything burns a lot, there isn"t any food at all: food without taste! The presence of free will - automatically implies the presence of sin, like the presence of a rudder, the ability to turn off the rut!
  Margarita agreed:
  "Yes, Lucifer may have been right!" In any case, the principle of the Bible - the wages of sin, death is in principle wrong. It's like that for a breath to beat his fist in the gut! But it's not only that. Satan, he also worked wonders and at the same time tried to make everything fair! Here is something to think about. Well, naturally, love, and sacrifice, and passion. In addition, a serious topic with a humor. Although the latter does not always fit in. That's interesting how War and Peace would look, written with irony?
  Nikulin exaggeratedly wide yawned:
  - And the girls are tired, and I along with them! Maybe postpone the conversation for later! But no! Digging, I composed a song and want to sing it to you.
  Margarita warned:
  - Only without patriotic pathos - Stalin and the party!
  Nikulin threw off his hand in the pioneer salute:
  - I swear, this time it will be only about love!
  Margarita commanded as a parade
  - With a step march song!
  Nikulin decided to perform his plain romance:
  Love is beautiful - how not to agree
  When I see you - infinitely happy!
  And they seem like a wall of gray face,
  When I do not see your diamond look!
  Such a difficult situation
  Around the flames formed a circle!
  The only solution seems
  Shed a tear to let the hellish light go out!
  About happiness in our world so conditionally,
  We have no chains of fate!
  Almighty, looks at the suffering exactly
  I can only honor the soldier!
  Novels, endless book resistant,
  The writer wants clever, say!
  Spins tricky intrigue
  Throws into hell, all the people and the army!
  Paradise is a delight,
  Ruby nipples - pearl breasts!
  Sometimes it is so attractive creation
  You dig deeper, it remains dregs!
  But the pen is also my friend,
  I want to please the world with syllable!
  Pour out lyre with fullness
  Create space with God!
   To be the best in our times,
  Love, poetry - not a burden!
  Sews a line of thread through the centuries,
  Though the horse now and in the stirrup!
  On the white black edge,
  Sail friendly rhymes - like waves!
  For verse verse pen forge,
  To be a poem - smart, long!
  There is no other girl in the heart
  Beloved you are like a star!
  The darkness of loneliness with longing,
  Your beauty lit at once!
  I breathe with excitement barely,
  Oh God, let us gather strength!
  How to find in her those words
  So that the virgin did not immediately shed?
  After all, she wants to be free,
  And arrogant competitors a lot!
  How hard with a noble spirit,
  Find me the way to the altar!
  A cap of pearls flies on the cheek,
  The girl shed a tear at once!
  So softly velvet says
  Looks decided to return the mercy!
  Kohl want a young fellow
  Find happiness in my arms!
  And after the wedding and the crown,
  That should attach to the power!
  Il feat - this is war
  Il earn millions!
  Although the oligarch in your relatives,
  And maybe he himself sshibal green!
  In short, become rich you
  Famous noble man!
  So that he could make his dreams come true
  Not in the heaven of God in the light of it!
  And so I went to war
  Get your favorite peculia!
  And I see death darkness and darkness
  I hope, God will not die,
  I can do everything according to my mind,
  So that the gift with flair is not deceived!
  Nikulin ended up on a high note, and he really had a completely childish voice, and the soldier himself looked like a boy of fourteen, although in fact, of course, older. The tall barefoot Margarita was a head taller than a fighter and friendly patted him on the neck.
  - Not bad! I did not know that you have such a talent. So at the expense of the master speak prematurely, but the presence of talent can not be denied.
  Nikulin asked:
  - Did that master in Bulgakov's novel have many works?
  Margarita shrugged.
  - The book does not say how much, only one novel is given, and that small one, in any case, definitely not Dumas.
  Nikulin yawned, and this time without pretense:
  - I'm already like a hare after a marathon, I can"t tired anymore!
  Margarita nodded graciously.
  - And you hang up - go to sleep!
  . CHAPTER number 20.
  
  Magda decided that it would be better to distract from the pain in this way than to whimper, she sang, moreover from the male name:
  Naughty girl muse,
  That caress, then bummer ...
  Prepositions to gallop and no union
  An avalanche of rhymes will be scrapped!
  
  But that whom I love with all my heart -
  In response, it says what words.
  Crystal love can door
  Open to what the path of the eagle!
  
  After all, believe the sword of the pen more
  In it is hardness - the fluff will rush into the whirlwind!
  Proud proud nobles
  About them the prickly verse will be ...
  
  We created rati glory,
  Where the blood flows, and somewhere sweat.
  Expanded his power
  From the pyramids, to the icy waters.
  
  But at the same time the soul is a lamb
  In her lyre sweet sounds ...
  After all, the voice of the girl call -
  And passion will melt and granite!
  
  Where the word is there the roses burn,
  Where business of an apple blossom ...
  We can not confuse the cold
  And intimidate in vain labor!
  
   We will make the dream come true
   We can overcome the abyss ...
   The whole world will freeze in amazement
   When the grief of the night disappears!
  
   Then the suffering will end,
   A cripple will not be orphans ...
   And will not come to us parting,
   Let the savage creature blowjob the threshold!
  
   Homeland will become the kingdom of God,
   Any of us count the Creator.
   Only ash pours on deceit,
   Who is honest, good - well done!
  The worst fears of female warriors were not confirmed. They didn"t have to hang for too long (sometimes good people are lucky!). Margaret appeared as an angel from darkness and shouted:
  - All the girls on the way out! Rommel himself gave us the order to relocate. Most likely, we will strike without any pause, and we are thrown into the thick of it. You, of course, run along with everyone.
  Half-naked Magda and Christina exclaimed with joy:
  - We are glad to try Mrs. Gaupman.
  The stomachs of the girls-tigrits have already started to hurt a lot from the tension, let the ordinary person try to make a corner without weight for at least a minute, and they have already hung for two good hours and with a rather big weight.
   And now another level of testing, barefoot and bikini in the desert, and the back of a backpack, weapons and supplies of all kinds. So, they say, like it or not, and run. And so it is dusting barefoot and girls in the summer afternoon across the Sahara. The hot African sands heat the bare girlish soles, which are already very coarse, they are not even smeared with a protective cream. Wolf tigress barefoot girls from the SS battalion even to some extent flaunt their invulnerability and patience. Like, the German will not break anything. Kristina on this occasion issued:
  Painted space black dark light
  And it seems that the stars have faded in orbits!
  I want to love, in response, I hear - no,
  The hearts of lovers in smithereens are broken!
  
  I pray you my prince come to me
   I cried oceans of tears in the mountain!
  All chains of prejudice break,
  I want the people to tell you the truth!
  
  Love is more important than duty and crowns
  Kohl need you - I will change the fatherland!
  And put a loved one on the throne,
  After all, for me, my prince is more precious than life!
  
  Magda praised her friend:
  - Well, that's great! Very good!
  Christina added:
  - And when we enter Palestine, it will be even better!
  And again flashed bare, round heels of tanned, muscular girls, soaked already many enemies. But these cute bare-legged girls!
  The company dropped to ninety-five female warriors (three were killed, and two more were injured so badly that they remained in the hospital). Where are you going: the war can not do without loss, only the losses do without war! A few female warriors still had scars on their slender, muscular bodies, and a couple of girls were bandaged. Exhausted by long transitions, the tigress didn"t look very belligerent - they inhaled that even their ribs showed through.
  The girls nervously scratched their feet on the sand, they burned and hardened it too itchy and itched brutally. Generally, if there is a place on earth worse Dante's hell, then they found it for themselves in Africa. However, the warriors did not limp, and perhaps even bravat, the fact that they have to experience such cruel deprivations. A kind of moral: the more difficulties the better. Characteristic of Nazism, especially in the radical version of Goebbels, propaganda of asceticism and spiritual value in contrast to the Western bourgeois ideology of consumption. So the girls, blackened by sunburn and dust, barely covered by bikinis, and hung with arms, look like a caricature of American militants. And close to the German base and the border with Sudan ... From there a hot breeze blows, the smell of burning burns, and the clouds in the sky are so rare ... just islands in the Pacific Ocean. Pink sand dunes under the influence of air masses slightly stir, as if captive titans want to cast off the magic of the pagan gods, but at the same time they are suffocating in impotence.
  Magda whispered very quietly to Christine:
  - And when, finally ...
  The red-haired devil answered even quieter:
  - Very soon! Still swallowing!
  Margaret is stunning, screamed:
  - Running, marching step (this team sounds like a frank mockery!)
  Beauties rushed, their hardened, burnt heels flashed against the background of golden, almost steaming sand. Despite the fact that the sun was approaching the zenith, the tigress girls had to run again. That's so almost naked, with a solid burden on his shoulders ...
  Magda frowned, noticed:
  - In the afternoon, they will be seen and shot at a great distance!
  Christine did not agree:
  "It's not all gloomy here." They may not notice us ... Or rather, the whole calculation is based on the fact that a normal person will not run into such a hellish heat in the desert.
  - Especially barefoot! - giggled Magda.
  And the wind, perhaps, became even hotter. Tomorrow is July 1st ... The hottest month of summer, on the hottest continent of the planet Earth. And girls have to run, dragging with themselves weapons and solid ammunition. Christine remembered a fantastic story, where it was about the distant future. Powerful and seemingly idealistic thinking supercivilization, has banned various species and races in the galaxy to wage real large-scale wars among themselves. Well, since one or other disputes constantly arise between star empires, it is necessary to conduct limited battles with small forces and with approximately equal weapons.
  It seems to be a reasonable idea from the point of view of humanistic thinking, but ... In reality, the Salvation Army supercivilization itself recruited soldiers for these battles, choosing the most cowardly, most inept, or convinced pacifists - who ended up in the army because of mercantile considerations. Yes, they also sent provocateurs to the troops in order to disrupt the battle even before it began ... In short, it was a parody of war, until a person was found that he was able to break this flawed system. That is his vocation - the profession of soldiers, the soul of a warrior. And the end of an unexpected Hollywood - there was not without the participation of a woman!
  Everything is as it should be - what kind of work, without true love and passion?
  Lost in thought, warrior Christina, stepped on her bare foot, on a bummer of a cactus, she was numb, but the girl didn"t even pay attention to it ...
  It was possible to break the flawed order without war, and therefore prowess in the universe of a not joyful future, ultimately with the help of love. And Christina loved so far only in dreams, or in dreams. She was hot and at the same time depraved virgin. And she discharged her stormy temperament in training and wars. And what love is - that is why blood is flowing rapidly!
  Red-headed angel, shook off a drop of sweat. Strange, but poets most often rhyme love and blood. Apparently, this is due to the fact that the males have developed a craving for violence towards the female. Man, however, is not an animal, in the sense that he is able to think rationally ... But on the other hand, Christian morality is completely alien to him.
  That which Jesus teaches for a man and especially a strong man is so unnatural and causes a strong rejection that the success of Christianity was contrary to logic ... But, after all, not only Christianity, any religion has a certain paradox and imposition on a person of certain restrictions. Moreover, often very very foolish ...
  A full and already overcast night has already arrived (yet the wind is not too far from the clouds that have caught up with the sea), when the girls-tigresses finally reached the goal.
  Before them was the English base, and even with the airfield. And, judging by the high-caliber machine-gun mounted with shafts, towers, barbed wire, and concrete runways, it was equipped for a long time. The British occupied Egypt in 1882, setting up a puppet regime there. Now the Germans planned to do the same.
  Disappointed Margaret began to examine the base and the airfield at a special, fancifully wound army binoculars. She was joined by several more corporal girls. Already having experience of war, since when she was still a fledgling scout and liaison in Spain, as well as a ruthless warrior in Poland, France and Yugoslavia, Margaret was calculating chances. The airfield was protected quite strongly, including anti-aircraft artillery. And there were a lot of planes on it. By the way, it is strange that the British keep so much aviation in one place, without having concentrated it, on field airfields? Maybe there is a false target, but are real planes located elsewhere? There are a lot of machine gun towers, even there are three tanks "Matilda" and four "Cromwell". If you turn up, you can not do without blood.
  Margaret beckoned two defending, but certainly very strong and skilled warriors. Splashed them backlash with a whip, so that even cinnamon with suntan chest swayed. Having made a brutal face, she strictly ordered:
  - Christina and Magda order you: to penetrate the territory of the airfield, and find out what kind of aircraft are there. So scout to the details of the defense!
  The tigress girls obediently nodded their heads: an order, there is an order, and it must be executed. And how - that's their problem. Magda and Cristina quickly went to the airfield. Fire warrior suggested:
  - Let's catch the language and take away his form. Then, dressing, we penetrate the airfield. There's a little frolic there!
  Blonde Magda somewhat confusedly remarked:
  - We must first find this language. Then you think they are roaming the desert? And you can catch them like this in crowds?
  Christina whistled red lips:
  - Of course. For example, there is a guard near the tanks, because they stand outside the perimeters of the towers. There you can watch and watch, and on occasion ...
  - Tank capture and ride? - Krivenko smiled Magda.
  Christina, with a toed, nodded in agreement:
  - And that is quite possible. Although we were given the order only to conduct reconnaissance. To raise a noise without a command ... You know yourself what the initiative is when the war is fraught with!
  Magda sighed heavily.
  - Unfortunately, I know very well!
  The girls-tigresses, almost not hiding, ran towards the tanks. The sentries were also from among the blacks - they smoked cigarettes, and the practical ones did not see anything. Only one of them was a white race, and, it seems, an officer. But he was under a fair hop. Magda was surprised: how do the British behave? Are they not afraid of sabotage, attacks of the Arabs, or bold attacks of the Germans? True, perhaps tormented by the tormenting heat, as well as gloomy news from the front, usually the cold-blooded Englishmen began to plump. In general, Magda recalled from the textbooks: the type of an Englishman, as a cold subject and without emotions, is nothing more than a myth. In addition, the Scots and the Irish to drink is not fools. Well, and the negros in this respect are completely dammed - they are shyzeyut from a meager dose, as, by the way, the Japanese.
  Girls-tigress never forgive anything. The seizure of the head, and a dagger in the throat, exactly in the carotid artery - this time. But there is a reception and spectacular, they removed the second pair of sentries, hit her palm in the chin, then turned, slightly lifting her head. The crunch and neck collapsed.
  Christina winked at her friend:
  "So we just shoot them." Like pears from trees!
  Magda gently retorted:
  - There is an even simpler way - for example, a shot from a silent weapon. And so their ruchnki dirty - not good.
  Christine scornfully, like a big predatory cat snorted:
  - You landed man Shell. You are not in the romance of enjoying the beauty of battle. Everything is so primitive. Is it really interesting to shoot?
  The snow-white Devil interrupted her friend:
  - You better see, there is also the eighth tank. He was pretty cleverly disguised as a haystack. But I immediately understood why this sun should dry the grass when even the camel would not want to eat it after that.
  Christine agreed:
  - Yes, this is quite logical observation. Tank, it will be necessary to see what. Probably one of the newest ...
  Magda scooped up a bit of hay and immediately whistled:
  - Wow, yes he has a collapsible barrel. For the first time I see this technique. Probably American, be they wrong!
  Fire devil interrupted the snow-white warrior:
  - And now we penetrate the airfield. Only there also dogs run. This is still a problem of problems.
  Magda hurried to calm her friend:
  - I can influence dogs and therefore I will go alone. Fortunately, an officer from among the white smooth-shaven and medium height. His uniform will be in time for me. I already face change.
  The girl-tigress, in fact, rapidly impose makeup. And that they were also taught this in a special school. Christine did not object:
  - You go, and while I will deal with a new tank. It also has something useful for German military science. But here Shell, I beg you, do not stay long as soon as you finish the inspection, so I will fight back.
  Even the jerboa in response waved a brush - they say, do not pump up the blond!
  A blonde girl with a smile replied:
  - I will do everything very quickly. As far as possible.
  Christine did not pay any attention to her friend, and completely engaged in the study of the tank. Here she discovered several discoveries. First, the tank had two welded guns. A long-barreled 76-millimeter cannon with a collapsible barrel and a 47-millimeter short-barreled gun for firing fragmentation shells. In general, the weapons are quite rich, especially for 1942 and the African continent. By the way, the gun had a rather interesting and compact muzzle brake, and apparently it was a famous seventeen-foot instrument that was not yet used in practice, but it was already widely advertised in Goebbels of the Royal Service of Britain.
  The girl-tigress raked the surface and found on the hatch eagle emblem and the inscription in English: "Made in the USA." Christine swore:
  - Well, as always suspected - this is an American quickie. Apparently set Britain on our soul! And it never occurred to them that the German tanks for this would pass through New York.
  To open the hatch was not so easy, but the girls, of course, pedantically and at the same time, which sounds paradoxically creative, were taught this as well. So take like an obstacle, it was a matter of honor.
  Magda, meanwhile, deftly imitated a drunken gait and walked to the entrance to the airfield. And then she felt the difference between the British and German mentality. The lazy voice of the sentry asked:
  - And what's the matter you are Peter.
  Magda answered shortly:
  - On a personal!
  - Come on in!
  Magda was inside the airfield. She inspected the aircraft, and noticed everything, including Shrovetide spots on the fuselage, spilled gasoline and so on. Then it immediately became clear to her that at least two thirds of the more than two hundred planes were skillfully made camouflage. Nevertheless, there were also real vehicles, including the powerful Lancaster, capable of carrying up to six tons of aerial bombs. To scout Magda, two bulldogs ran up.
   The tigress girl gently stroked them and went on. When there are so many planes on one relatively small area, it makes an impression, especially on romantic natures.
  Here are these winged cars, how they look in their ranks, well, all the poured knights of the Teutonic Order who came to conquer the Slavs. Only much more massive and scary. The Germans, as a rule, preferred very massive, well-protected knight armor. In this case, even if the payment will be a decrease in the mobility of a warrior. But in the modern world, the path was taken to the use of maneuverable fighters. The same Me-109 still weighs less than its English opponents.
  And here these winged knights are standing and waiting for something, and the smell of the thundering and deadly technicians of the twentieth century smells of them.
  Magda, however, is not particularly pleasant to walk, her girlish legs have lost the habit of their boots, and they have already begun to rub them. Moreover, the British did not show much imagination: having placed real planes on the one hand, even the red shelf of the distinction is visible. Well, this, in general, is understandable why, so that the British pilots, and even with a drunken eye, did not confuse anything. And so in general, you can already return.
  Magda headed back, and even began to stagger stronger. Then they released her back without asking, and only sniffing at the shepherd dogs, whined slightly. The snow-white devil whispered softly to them:
  - Nothing soon you will change the owners!
  And again, slowly back ... And the wind has become much fresher, it will soon start to get light ...
  In the meantime, Kristina figured out the tank ... It was an experimental Mn-16 "D" model. In general, the tank is quite powerful and the system of hydraulic control of machine guns (in the style, or rather, in the system characteristic of the newest fighters!). With a large ammunition, and automatic charging system. The tank for its time is the newest, and even it is not clear why the British showed such carelessness, protecting it so carelessly? Maybe it was the arrogance characteristic of many nations that worked, someone else"s can"t be good, which means you don"t need to take care of it!
  Before the arrival of Magda, the fire-fighting beautiful warrior tanked the tank and checked the ammunition. The blonde warrior, throwing off her hated boots from the feet of the goddess of war and quickly reported the situation to her partner.
  Christina conveyed what Margaret heard, and then her face lit up tighter:
  - Magdochka now our girls are attacking the enemy. And we allowed to hit the enemy immediately, using these tanks.
  Snow-white warrior exclaimed:
  - This is what we dreamed about! Well, what's the car on the go?
  Christina reasonably confirmed:
  - Works. Americans have tanks are always better tankers.
  Indeed, the car started up from the first turn. What is interesting the engines are noisy loud. Tigress girls, for example, knew that the T-34 rumbled at the Russians, so ... This tank could be used against the British colonial troops to disperse the natives.
  And the warriors flooded a hefty fifty-five tons car. However, it was controlled quite easily, although of course worse than the lighter T-4. Motors were fixed on Mp-16 at once five, but this, perhaps, even increased the survivability of the tank in battle.
  The girls-tigress without thinking twice opened fire on the machine-gun towers. The first hit by fragmentation projectile and, flying upside down beaten "cubs".
  The English, as was to be expected, the attack caused a panic. Shooting was indiscriminate, and the girls still managed to hook up and machine guns. Christina wanted to cover the Lancaster with a well-aimed shot, but on the radio, Margaret ordered her harshly:
  - Spare enemy aircraft, we will capture them safe and sound.
  Well, what to spare so, spare. It is better to destroy the towers and choose human victims. Such well-aimed hits.
  The remaining female warriors, meanwhile (they were already getting closer), got into the British tanks. At the opening of the hatches it took only half a minute, and then the buildup. In general, girls-tigress, even almost did not pay attention to the airfield, and just moved to the English base. At the same time they hit the barracks where the enemy soldiers were located, as well as the sleeping pilots.
  Margaret roared like a bear during estrus:
  - Do not shoot at a fuel depot! He himself will come in handy!
  Christina and Magda crushed a pair of machine-gun towers using a large mass of their tank. Girls-tigress literally reduced stomachs from laughter. Like, how cool they are. And their bodies are muscular and naked, and still dry and prominent. Looking at them perfection rises.
  But the main work still carried out machine guns. It was necessary not to let the enemy pilots to the aircraft, not to let them fly. But a few warriors themselves broke to the British cars and sat down at the helm. And what is possible now and in the base to embed, the benefit of them, and similar flight training is provided. Yes, and the planes are fueled with full ammunition. Here such Masha-Malasha turns out.
  Magda snapped a small wedge from the garage with a precise shot. Eight tanks with crews of tigrits, began to violently destroy the huge British base. Tanks without special ceremony crushed the gate and all poured lead. That even the barracks flamed. Confused Englishmen and natives of all kinds jumped out of them. There was already a battle, in fact, there wasn"t, and millet was going on a total beating. True, some soldiers of Britain and machine-gun towers fired. Even on the armor of the tank, lead gradins pounded. Christine roared like an angry panther:
  - Well, that you are lovers of oysters and oatmeal, finally realized what a real war. Very soon we will be in London!
  Christine sang, skaly teeth:
   What should we do in Albion
  Where slippery frogs are a quack!
  Though in attack legions
  But hit with a bayonet in the nickle!
  Christine winced brow, negatively shook her head:
  - No, this is not the song that inspires for feats! And it should be different!
  And the fire-fighting, laughing warrior as a dolbanet from a machine gun. So in different directions and flew shreds of meat, and a dozen Englishmen collapsed at once.
  And the very heavy tank, let's crush the enemy soldiers, "smoothing" them with an iron. Under the caterpillars crunched bones. And the enemy here began to scatter in all directions. But then jumped the enemy "Matilda". So according to her Magda lupanet armor-piercing.
  - Get the "fescue" grenade, sing a serenade!
  This time the projectile landed right in the butt between the turret and the hull, and the tank shook well, drove to the side. At the same time, the gas tank detonated, and immediately a red-red flame exploded.
  Blonde Devil could not resist the severity:
  - Matilda gets a mate - the result will be funny!
  Christina slapped her partner with a callused palm on her sinewy thighs:
  - And you're a good fellow, my girlfriend! Here and then sing!
  Nevertheless, it seems that someone from the British mistakenly, or maybe deliberately, fired at the fuel tank. A dirty brown bush of gasoline flame thundered and bloomed. Magda gave a long line of rapid-fire, assault 9-mm machine gun. About forty English soldiers lodged on the spot. A few wounded without any pity trampled wide tracks of the American tank. Magda giggled sourly.
  - This is not lipstick! What is turn into flat cakes!
  And the redhead, shameless devil did not forget to insert:
  - How not to twist, and pancakes stamped with a tank are better than cow feces!
  The girls quickly smashed three more wedges. Magda was directing, and Christina fed the shells, and the charging was carried out automatically. And they themselves got a shell on the armor. It seems and not scary for the 80-millimeter defense of the tower, but it is thoroughly buzzing. Christine burned her fingers and squealed:
  - Here they are the gifts of the Marquis Carabas! Maybe them something sharper podperchim and salted?
  Magda splits another "monster" with a projectile:
  - What a dish, what a dish - to take everything with you! Sorry we do not fight often - a rare beast, such a slaughter!
  Christina, suddenly slapping her forehead, remembered:
  - But after all, Snow White with a gun for a long time from you, we did not hear the songs! Sing a flower do not be ashamed!
  The pearl-haired warrior sang, and her voice was so Divine and Devilish in one bottle, that the siren next to her had nothing to do;
  Himself to fight in the hearts of the mind,
  Character sculpts - God the Creator,
  He creates with the sword of the hero,
  All generations sample!
  
  But you yourself can fight,
  Raised, hordes win!
  The soul of an eagle and a lion is not a hare,
  Such power and holy men!
  
  Let there be an enemy like a persecuted dog
  And our strong cut diamond shield!
  Edge of the dawn forever darling,
  For grief, the death of a fighter will reward!
  
  Do not believe stupid pacifists,
  What Jesus taught to endure ...
  To rye bloom under the sky clean
  You need to become strong like a bear!
  
  In fights we are full of ardent passion
  And with stormy blood, young ...
  Break the hell apart
  Where are the legions with Satan!
  
  And everyone knows that the Creator;
  He taught you to strengthen your muscle!
  Do not waste your time on stupidity,
  Otherwise, with punishment will come to you!
  
  Powerlessness chief is a vice
  It gave birth to malice, meanness ...
  Pay frills to invaders -
  Forget about valor, honor and pride!
  
  But contrary to all misfortunes you
  Sad brother do not give in!
  Let all dreams come true -
  Let's dance with a sweet in a smooth waltz!
  
  What else can the Lord give?
  Yes, the world beyond the grave ...
  Suffering in the life of this flesh,
  Everything is not as smooth as a novel ...
  
  Know your land man-
  Build yourself happiness on it ...
  Motion and progress running -
  Give over the universe - the power!
  . CHAPTER 21
  Sitting at a polished black lacquer of sandalwood, the Stalin-Putin table was already looking at the GKO order ready for promulgation - 227. Marshal of the USSR, Supreme Commander, Hero of the USSR, Minister of Defense, Chairman of the Council of People's Commissars, Chairman of the State Defense Committee ... How many posts does he have. But even in the forty-first year. As Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin recalled, He was just a modest secretary of the Central Committee, not even the head of state and not the first in the party.
  Now Stalin-Putin has a huge, almost unlimited power, and it is legally enshrined, but this does not please, but it does.
  How mournful is the face of Ivan the Terrible, the first Russian tsar-autocrat. He seems to be saying: "Monomakh's hat is heavy, but without you it is even harder!"
  Stalin-Putin turns his gaze away from the Great King-Conqueror, the truth of a loser, although his main Livonian War is not crushing! But if He Dzhugashvili, more precisely Putin (after all, he has only the body of Stalin, and the soul of Vladimir Putin!) Loses, then it will not even be crushing, but in general the greatest catastrophe is more terrible than the Mongol-Tatar yoke.
  The look of the Supreme Commander runs away.
  For example, field marshal Mikhail Kutuzov, than a portrait hangs right in front of the leader. Decided to surrender Moscow. The hardest decision, which later led to victory. But over him, after all, the head of state is Tsar Alexander the First.
  The ruler of which no one ever counted among the great, in spite of the great territorial gains, the victory over Napoleon the Great Himself.
  But Alexander shared power with Kutuzov, and over Kutuzov - the king commanded. Formally, by the way there is nothing unlimited autocrat. At the same time, Stalin-Putin is still limited to the GKO circle, this collective dictator. And the most important decisions are made collectively.
  Although this is most likely a formality. In fact, Stalin-Putin as an oriental despot ... Was he like that in the thirty-seventh year? Not really. Otherwise, why all these repressions were needed if not for the approval of personal despotism. After all, he understood, then most of those who went under the ax are innocent. But it was the desire for the power of the despot, to create an atmosphere of fear and pushed the head of the NKVD - the psychopath Yezhov. And gently encourage excessive cleansing, so that people are afraid of their own shadow. And when a person is afraid, he needs a strong Father, which means that someone is "forced" to take over the functions of a dictator.
  Now the power is real and almost limitless, but instead of enjoying it has become a heavy burden. If before Stalin, and Putin felt power as a drug, from the very moment when people followed him at a rally in Tbilisi, even though there were only a few dozen of them, the moment when the great empire became in fact his patrimony.
  But right now the sensation of defeat is more acute than ever. Even in the forty-first year, it was somewhat calmer. Win time and rebuild. That is the hope ...
  The threat of Japan"s entry into the war, makes the calculation that it will be possible to deplete the war to exhaustion. In this case, the axis powers have an advantage in both economic and human resources. So do not win, just fighting.
  Only if the Soviet troops show the ability to fight a couple of times better than they fought before, does this give a chance of victory.
  Well, the calculations on the new technique. That will be able to create something effective and yet affordable, simple, cheap.
  In the meantime, you can only count on the resistance of the soldiers.
  One of the developments in the field of creating super-weapons could be the further evolution of the Katyusha. But what will the fascists, crawling like invulnerable scarabs, answer to this? Moreover, rocket artillery is not very accurate, and not so effective in defense. The Nazis as they reported intelligence, increase the production of tanks and aircraft. So, it is necessary to solve problems, first of all, creating defensive armament. Well, with machine guns they have it easier.
  Vasilevsky made a strategic prediction: the fascists should be exhausted, somewhere to late autumn. Plus, natural difficulties due to severe weather conditions. It is unlikely that the Fritz will succeed in fully adapting to the harsh Russian winter. And then there will be a chance for a fracture.
  But it will happen in that case. If the Red Army, something itself will remain in reserve.
  The factor of discovery by Japan, which famously opened the front for new victories, under Midway is another arena of battle ... The attacks of millions of well-trained and brave soldiers to the Far East. This may also deprive the Red Army of the chances of a decisive change.
  What then? Here Beria, more precisely, Putin himself even intended to make an attempt on Hirohito. Which, apparently, is most likely absurd.
  First, the emperor is guarded by selected ninja fighters who are cooler than any guards and rangers. And secondly, the determination of the Japanese to fight to the end of this only grows.
  Other options? Provocations? Face Japan and Germany foreheads?
  The latter, in principle, is possible only when there is a common border between the Third Reich and the Country of the Rising Sun. For example, on the Indus River ...
  Otherwise, these are just dreams ... But there is concern if the Wehrmacht will strike in the event of the final defeat of the British in Egypt and the Far East from the territory of Iraq?
  This is much more dangerous, especially if the Ottoman Empire employs its fist synchronously from the southern borders. After all, the Turks have long wanted to be counted with Russia for the old historical insults.
  Stalin-Putin made a mark on the map with a pencil, thought about it ... Send troops to Iraq or keep better what was left in Iran? After all, now they can not afford a dangerous dispersion of forces. Although on the other hand, simply covering the south of Azerbaijan is also not an option.
  Here, as a chess game, the Great Strategist Mikhail Moisevich taught - if playing, simply reflect the threat; strategic failure is inevitable!
  In a difficult position, you should definitely look for counterplay, even if you have to make sacrifices.
  Stalin-Putin was thinking about the fact that the Germans, despite the transfer of some forces to Africa, still launched an offensive against Voronezh. Hitler adventurer and with less power, managed to achieve great success.
  It was not bad to put pressure on the Fritz in the center, but Japan was distracted by mobilizing more and more soldiers and transferring substantial forces to Manchuria.
  It was necessary to strengthen the army in the Far East. In general, it was necessary to recognize: open up the Land of the Rising Sun in the forty-first year - perhaps it would not have been possible to keep the capital of Russia. And then there would have been a different story. But now the situation is worse nowhere.
  Stalin-Putin as a sly fox thought, and not to offer the world to the Germans? If they capture the entire Middle East and conquer most of Africa, then strategically the war will be lost. It was also a great temptation to propose a truce in order to gain time and ... to scare away Japan from the second front. If the USSR has its hands untied, then it will become wrong to attack in the Far East.
  On the other hand, the truce will also sell the paws to Hitler, and then he will even seize the best of Britain. That is, the risk was obtained double-edged.
  Stalin-Putin figured in his mind. Every month, half a million recruits are drafted into the Red Army. This means that in a year you can accumulate ten million well-trained soldiers with tanks and aircraft. And then count with Fritz. But the Third Reich could also become too strong - by obtaining the resources of Africa and Britain, by placing a pro-German monarch there. Plus, still looming over the Soviet Caucasus from the south.
  The chief president hesitated ... He was in difficulty. And the continuation of the war with Germany is undesirable, and the world too. According to the latest data, Hitler called adolescents into the army. These youths were left in Europe to occupy the occupying service, and all more or less combat-ready units were thrown into Africa, the Middle East, and the Eastern Front. German workers were replaced by foreigners from among foreigners, and women and teenagers were supervisors. In addition, the number of Hiwi and foreign divisions increased dramatically.
  Here the devil noticeably wiser Hitler. Not such an idiot as in real history, but really an outstanding strategist and tactician. Try this break. To reproduce the rocket, judging by all it will take a lot of time and money.
  This allowed the Fritz to significantly increase the number of Wehrmacht, and they now had enough strength to push in both directions at once. What the fascists are still lacking is technology. But the release of weapons from them is growing rapidly. To the machines put prisoners of war, and even children, where possible. The factories of the Third Reich are transferred to a three-shift watch, and they have much more equipment than the USSR.
  As it turned out, at the expense of the resources of the occupied countries, one can recruit slaves for production. So free the Germans to replenish the Wehrmacht. By this and the reserves in the Third Reich are now forming faster. This allows the fascists to develop an offensive on the eastern front and in Africa.
  All that is trivial - mobilize women and adolescents to be supervisors - the work is not tricky, put foreigners on the machines, and you can put millions of Germans on the Wehrmacht. And here the superiority of the USSR in human resources is fading away. Since Europe is not cool, it has more population than Russia. Plus, territorial losses during the war and former Soviet citizens mobilized in various militias.
  It turned out that in reality these were Germans, taking into account the occupied territories and resources stronger than the USSR. And industrial terms, and manpower. And then the United States, having received a crushing blow from Japan, actually turned the bombings of the Third Reich. But Britain itself could not cause significant damage to the Fritz. And the release of weapons in Germany and the occupied lands grew like a snowball falling from a mountain.
  What allowed the Nazis, in the end, will return to Operation Blau and launch an offensive in the Caucasus. And put the USSR in an extremely difficult situation.
  Stalin-Putin is now thinking what to do, and felt a kind of dead end. Not enough resources and time. Evacuated plants have not yet earned full force. The enormous losses of the officers and personnel in the very first months of the war have not yet been filled. The Red Army has not yet recovered or strengthened, but it is also necessary to repel the onslaught of Japan.
  To wage war on two fronts of forces was not enough. The USSR suffered too much damage from the very beginning in order to replenish all this, and even in such a time frame.
  The initiative of the Wehrmacht, which is now stronger, and most importantly able to strengthen and form new reserves, no less quickly than Russia. And the ratio of irretrievable losses is still in favor of the fascists. That is, a vicious circle has arisen - when the advantage of the enemy grows with each month. And then the hope is not on the exhaustion of the Wehrmacht, but it may be possible for the Fritz and the Japanese to somehow outplay ...
  Stalin-Putin glanced at the portrait of Suvorov ... Indeed, it was the commander who knew how to win victories, yielding numbers. True, superior to the quality of their soldiers. Obviously, without better command than the Germans, victory was not won. Just where to find the second Suvorov. And the German commanders of the odd Turks and even the French. They know how to command that we must admit!
  Stalin-Putin, being in a state of depression, made a few sketches on paper.
  The phone rang and the Supreme Commander reported on the new successes of the damned fascists in the south. Well, after that, do not get mad.
  In theory, it would be necessary to collect T-bills and make a discussion of current problems. Consult with generals and even marshals. But in a bad position as Botvinnik used to say - all moves are bad. And in this situation, it is difficult to find something digestible ...
  And then another call and reported that the Japanese fired on the Soviet troops at the border. More than fifteen people died - this is already serious. Explicit provocation Hirohito, whom she Putin-Stalin ordered to remove Beria's henchmen.
  And this is very alarming. Maybe this will happen ... Japan will open a second front! It will be very ugly. Where resources will go, reflecting the attack.
  Stalin-Putin sang the famous hit, slightly twisting the motive:
  - Everything impossible is possible I know for sure! And we fascists all in the outhouse smartly drench!
  It is also very silly. The Third Reich is not a small Chechnya, where the total population in 1999 is only four hundred thousand, and even those are not united. These are millions of well-trained and well-trained, armed soldiers. Which differ discipline. And the Germans have quite a good technique.
  Stalin-Putin summoned Beria to his office. Before that, he walked and hit his heels into the wall several times. Somewhere he miscalculated. And where? Maybe too much to believe in his fortune. She really spoiled him. Especially when the Taliban, who fought with Russia, well, the actual fighters suddenly attacked the United States, ready to lend a hand. Yes, for some reason it was thought that everything will continue to work out. And then the Japanese are beating the United States in the Pacific are preparing to overwhelm Siberia.
  Objectively speaking the United States from such a distance, samurai is impossible to get. It is much easier to fall on Siberia with its wealth. So samurai ambitions are logical. And then a nightmare, which many predicted in forty-two, might happen.
  Putin-Stalin nervously sang:
  - That night the samurai decided - to cross the border by the river! But intelligence reported exactly, and the squadron went on the attack. Got these samurai crushing defeat from us.
  The leader-president was thinking. How to avoid a war with Japan? Buy someone from senior officials, who is responsible for making decisions? This is certainly the most obvious, but technically difficult path. And it will be necessary to bribe too many! Moreover, it is about the prestige of Japan, which really wants to take revenge for the Khalkhin Gol. And with the losses in the country of the Rising Sun have never been considered.
  Beria arrived to Putin-Stalin. Commissar of Internal Affairs looked quite pleased.
  But the question of the assassination attempt on Hirohito had already immediately knocked Beria off from a major mood, and he began to babble something unintelligible. Stalin-Putin looked back with a fury, but hissed rather calmly:
  "So you haven't set a plan yet?" How sluggish of you!
  Commissar of Internal Affairs said:
  - The guard of the emperor of Japan is a very closed structure and it is difficult to introduce our agents there. Especially in the shortest possible time. - Beria shrugged and continued. - This is a task, in principle, not real!
  Stalin-Putin, with difficulty restraining rage, said:
  - So do the impossible! You did it more than once!
  With a sigh, Beria said:
  "It requires good luck ... But Hirohito is a rather closed emperor, and Japan itself is a closed country." It is extremely difficult to undermine it.
  Stalin-Putin was silent for a moment and asked:
  - If I lay on you, will you be able to handle the creation of the MiG-15 in a year?
  Beria answered evasively:
  "I will do my best, but this ... It depends not only on me!"
  Stalin-Putin asked a direct question:
  - When is Japan going to open a second front?
  Beria, after a couple of seconds of hesitation, answered:
  - I think in the coming weeks! There is information that Hirohito promised Hitler to speak no later than August. I must say the winters in Siberia are harsh, and the samurai are very limited in time.
  Stalin-Putin said:
  - Then, instead of an offensive in the center, we will strengthen our troops in the Far East and Mongolia. While you can not offer another. And of course, try to provoke Chiang Kai-shek to attack the Japanese.
  With a sigh, Beria remarked:
  - Chiang Kai-shek after the defeat of the Americans is inclined to compromise with the Japanese. Those already offered him a truce for a year. The situation is complicated for us. And we, of course, do not sit with folded arms. But the Americans, too, are putting pressure on Chiang Kai-shek to make peace with the Japanese and crush Mao's Red Army. They also want Japan to get bogged down in Siberia. Of course, the Americans are happy with our hands to pull chestnuts out of the fire!
  Stalin-Putin succinctly ordered:
  - Stimulate Mao. Work Lavrenty!
  After that Beria, this second man in the state left the office. And not winged.
  Stalin-Putin felt a lack of luck in the air, and the weight of his head in the search for original and non-standard solutions. In general, sixty-six years is twice the age of Jesus Christ. Time for a change of fate. Up to sixty-six years, Putin was just unlucky. A not very capable head of state received gifts of fate as from a horn of plenty. And here he left Russia for the twenty-first century and turned out to be in the twentieth century in the stormy forties. And it turned out that someone else's time and someone else's element.
  Why do science-fiction writers from all their heroes of super-lucky and tough heroes do. Reality is much more complicated and prosaic. And here you seem to be doing brilliant moves, but in reality everything turns out wrong. And now who he is: Putin or Stalin.
  And how interesting is his acting president Medvedev. Can he cope with the strange. And having a very low rating pass an obstacle in the face of the presidential election.
  However, Dmitry Anatolyevich Medvedev has so far successfully solved his political problems.
  The election campaign of the Russian president by the opposition more and more resembled a frank farce. Imagine twenty-eight people in one room. What hubbub and noise they reproduce. As poured each other verbal mud and juice. And it is shown in the most popular time on all the main channels. The perfect imitation of democracy.
  And Dmitry Anatolyevich is gaining points. Uzbekistan has already abolished discrimination against Christians. And the priests pray for Medvedev. And peace was established in Ukraine, even friendship already. Medvedev has become very popular in the West, but relations with China have become somewhat worse. But ties in the economy did not break. Just the expansion of the Celestial Empire in Siberia and the Far East suspended. Moreover, in some places the land purchased by the Chinese was nationalized and returned to Russia.
  Medvedev expressed some ideas on space. In particular, he ordered Rogozin to prepare and carry out a flight to the moon in four years, and to Mars in ten years. In addition, St. Petersburg has nominated itself as a competitor for the Summer Olympics. And why once in Sochi there was a winter Olympics not to spend in St. Petersburg even more ambitious summer. There is enough money in the treasury. Oil prices have increased further.
  The idea of a flight to Mars in Russia has become very popular. A space blockbuster was also filmed for the work of the great science fiction writer Oleg Rybachenko. And a very successful Star Wars record breaker.
  Medvedev also promised that by the next world championship the Russian team will become champions.
  Further, the Russian president said that a flight to Mars could be carried out together with the Americans. Russia, as a sign of goodwill, acquired several decommissioned ships in the USA, sending it for repair. At the same time, Medvedev ordered the construction of ten aircraft carriers in the United States. Which, of course, pleased the American military industrial complex.
  Elections were coming. These polls showed Medvedev's colossal separation from Grudinin. The intrigue was only whether the second round or the first will cost everything? True, Medvedev"s decision to build aircraft carriers in the United States somewhat lowered his rating. Some Russians nevertheless, were very wary of approaching the United States. And inflation has increased along with salaries and pensions.
  Syria has also added a bit of obscurity. Militants intensified hostilities. And Assad became obstinate. In addition, the Americans did not want a person from the environment of Assad, and demanded his own.
  By order of Medvedev, a rocket volley was fired from the Caspian flotilla toward Afghanistan. The United States approved a plan of joint fighting against the Taliban. But this caused criticism of the Communists. Plus, Medvedev said that Lenin would be buried without fail. And they will not tolerate such a shame in Red Square.
  The aggravation of relations resulted in a clash of police and left-wing radicals. Gone arrests. This somewhat shaken Medvedev's rating, and a certain intrigue about the second round was maintained. It should be noted that Medvedev was very cold about the Lukashenko regime, and even expressed that it was time for Belarus to learn the turnover of the authorities. What, they say, should not be such that one person will rule until they can stand it forward with their feet. And what about Russia in genera,
  exemplary democracy. And in Belarus, even the mayors of cities do not choose.
  A dispute arose and Medvedev announced the cancellation of discounts on gas and oil. And threatened sanctions. Also this conflict was perceived ambiguously by society. Liberals and nationalists supported Medvedev, the Communists opposed. Although Suraykin, for example, also said that Belarus should become part of Russia, otherwise there is no need to feed her.
  In any case, Medvedev invited the Belarusian oppositionists to his office, awarded them orders of "Courage", and promised to support the pro-Russian forces in White Russia. In general, Medvedev already had plans to join Belarus to Russia. I wanted to beat Putin. Moreover, Lukashenko met a chill in the West - they say, you do not have democracy. And Russia is moving in a progressive direction. So, they say, we need political reforms.
  Nazarbayev, on the other hand, officially announced that he will not go for a new term. What, they say, really need to know the measure of power.
  So Medvedev managed to stir up a swamp a little. And here comes the date of the new elections, which are scheduled for March 18, 2019. Medvedev and other candidates vote. Next to Medvedev is the patriarch, and the supreme mufti of Russia. The democratic president remains king ... And all the others seem small. Grudinina rating does not reach up to ten percent.
  Medvedev, dropping the ballot in the ballot box, said with pathos:
  - Russia has a great future! Accomplishments that even the wildest imagination cannot imagine! Vote for truth and victory!
  Yes, the intrigue still remained until the ballot boxes were opened, and the counting of votes would not begin.
  Meanwhile, two barefoot girls Margarita Magnetic and Tatyana Maslova sang, writing right on the move;
  We are cool Komsomol girls,
  Who were born of love ...
  And the voice of the beautiful beauties,
  While walking often through the blood!
  
  And we are accustomed to fight from the cradle,
  Although sometimes it hurts us ...
  But the knight Russian is not a child,
  We are not afraid of cold and napalm!
  
  We are barefoot rushing in the frost,
  Though heels at beauties burns a snowdrift ...
  You gave your girl a rose,
  And pound scum sharp in a coffin!
  
  We are Russian warriors from God,
  No we are stronger, know on Earth ...
   Although sometimes fortune looks strictly,
  And the world seems devoted to Satan!
  
  There are a lot of very different girls in it
  There is dirt, there is nobility and love ...
  We're famously shooting from a machine gun,
  And you'd better not stop the fighters!
  
  In the Name of our Motherland Russia,
  We will kill the adversaries ...
  Comrade Stalin, you are almost a messiah,
  Raised to the top of Russia cool army!
  
  In the name of our Motherland guys
  We will believe to fight to the end ...
  After all, our motherland believe the holy
  In the Name of the Sort of the eternal father!
  
  And what will we do in the new world,
  Which will be - the war will die down ...
  The Most High opened: two and two are four,
  Let death not burst, and pour wine!
  
  Girls fire beauties,
  They shoot exactly from the trunks ...
  Do not drink a lot of vodka boys,
  And do not throw the boy of words to the wind!
  
  We will be above the petty bustle,
  We will conquer the peaks of communism ...
  Warriors you know are not suckers
  Above us is the golden-winged cherub!
  
  The girl is barefoot without fear
  In any cold rushes - a hurricane ...
  Sword cut with all its might,
  Fifth naked struck!
  
  There is no barrier for a girl
  She is fascism, believe will win ...
  "Katyushas" are beating hard, like "grads",
  Although sometimes beauties pale look!
  
  No Komsomol Fritz will not give way,
  They are cool - nice country ...
  Foot barefoot boomerang unleash,
  Do not believe them believe Satan!
  
  Here the White God will come to our Earth,
  And he will raise the dead with love ...
  He will say, I will not accept cowardice,
  Raise our valor, believe in the shield!
  
  Since God Svarog of the universe rules,
  And above is the Almighty, Radiant Rod ...
  We will see communism soon given,
  And the radiant Jesus will come!
  
  Then in the universe of communism, happiness,
  The flag will light up the ground in red ...
  And the sky, the clouds in mighty power,
  And the friendship of Russians is a solid monolith!
  To be continued...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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