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Children'S Swat Against Aliens And Cortes

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    Young warriors led by Eduard Osetrov are fighting against an army of aliens, primarily cycles. However, then the brave boy has to become an Indian, and together with the goddesses fight against the army of Cortez, who wants to conquer the Mayan state!
  CHILDREN'S SWAT AGAINST ALIENS AND CORTES
  ANNOTATION
  Young warriors led by Eduard Osetrov are fighting against an army of aliens, primarily cycles. However, then the brave boy has to become an Indian, and together with the goddesses fight against the army of Cortez, who wants to conquer the Mayan state!
  . CHAPTER #1
  The young fighters of the children's special forces detachment fought bravely. However, behind the one and a half force field, they practically had no chance of dying. But the attacking cycles suffered enormous damage and actually ran out of steam. So it was still possible to argue who the real hero was.
  But we must pay tribute, the boys and girls in combat suits shot accurately. It was felt that the games on the computers were not in vain, and they are just wonderful fighters.
  Adala, who was firing on the right hand of Edik, took and threw off her boot from her child's foot. And with the dexterity of a monkey, she threw several poppy seeds at the advancing enemy.
  The boy commander nodded.
  - This is a good, let's say, present of annihilation! But it is better to use it during the assault on the castle.
  Adala logically noted:
  - You have an inexhaustible supply of surprises. So not all trump cards are laid out. And the trump card is also not overexposed!
  And the tiny poppy seeds of annihilation hit the cycles, tearing the big warriors into small, ragged pieces. Here comes the destruction.
  The girl squeaked, stamping her child's foot:
  Waiting for the victory over cycles, I believe
  There will be new songs...
  I will not give myself into slavery to the beast,
  I will show you the highest, know, class in battle!
  The boy who fought on the left remarked with a smile:
  - Why didn't you throw your hand, but your foot?
  Adala laughed and replied:
  - And it's more fun!
  Edik nodded.
  - Yes, any fool will throw his hand, but try with your foot!
  The children exclaimed in chorus:
  - Glory to the warriors of light,
  Glory to my bright motherland ...
  Our deeds will be sung,
  Winning is the main goal!
  The Cycles, indeed, having suffered colossal damage, began to back away. But the walls have risen again. And new cars moved. They looked like flattened pyramids on caterpillars, and large in size with trunks.
  When the troops of the children's special forces fired at them from ray guns, they practically did no harm. The beams bounced off the steely armor.
  One of the girls exclaimed:
  - Here's another joker from the enemy! And or even a whole avalanche of jokers!
  The warrior boy exclaimed:
  Better to die on your feet than live on your knees! I was already in captivity and they beat me with electric current, passing discharges through my whole body from my tongue to my heels. And it's so sick that death is better!
  The girl nodded.
  - Yes, and I was tortured! Moreover, subtly, variable gravity and pulsating weightlessness. And it hurts so much, and moreover, it leaves no traces, except for nightmares!
  Well, I think our immortal and great commander will come up with something!
  Edik nodded in agreement with his white head and commanded:
  - And now guys, take it, tickle your noses and sneeze!
  Adala, that seasoned warrior girl, asked in surprise:
  - And why is that?
  The boy commander answered confidently:
  - Here you will see what the effect will be!
  The warrior children did not argue. So they took and tickled their cute children's noses with the tips of tiny daggers. And how they will take it and sneeze.
  The atmosphere shook at once. And the debris with many sharp ends rained down from above. They hit the pyramidal tanks. And they poked them like a hedgehog with needles. And the huge monsters stopped.
  Edik nodded and noted:
  - Now let's go and sing!
  And the fighters from the children's special forces took it and sang with pleasure;
  My princess, you are a flower
  Glittering in the garden of the Lord!
  Your gaze is like a fresh breeze
  Dispel the flames of hell!
  
  Sacred girls love
  Heroic sword, squeezing with honor!
  I will shed blood in a stream
  An angel will be with you forever!
  
  A secret lit up with a dream
  Your image, sweet aroma!
  You were sculpted by the creator of the universe
  All servants of evil will not defile!
  
  Maybe only in heaven
  Fate will unite the lovers!
  But God won't let us crumble to dust
  Merge the union of hearts in separation hardened!
  After such wonderful and sublime words, a miracle happened. An entire armada of pyramidal tanks bloomed like a cascade of flowerbeds. And the lush flowers were just gorgeous. And they began to grow with a frantic and incredible, stormy strength. And it turned out so beautiful.
  Adala kissed the boy commander on the cheek and remarked:
  - You're just a charm unique!
  Eddie nodded with a smile.
  - Technomagic!
  The warrior boy exclaimed:
  - Nu, and now in attack! Crush your enemies with one blow!
  The boy commander objected:
  - No! It is too early. First, you should look at my earlier adventures. They had to act there even without advanced nanotechnologies, and this, it should be noted, is very difficult!
  Adala said with a smile:
  - Of course, I understand that it is more difficult without technology. But a boy like you, I think, will solve any problem.
  Edik sang with a smile that sparkled like a choice sea pearl in his silver voice:
  Even though we can't solve all our problems,
  Don't solve all problems!
  But everyone will be happier
  Everyone will have more fun!
  After that, the boy turned on the hologram. The children's special forces fell silent.
  The sapphire and emerald eyes of the boys and girls devoured the sight.
  Well, the boy who was in different parts of the universe and showed on more than one, when he had not yet matured so much. And it was the era of the Middle Ages in the New World, some kind of alternative history, like the planet Earth.
  In this case, it was shown that Edik became an Indian boy, stalking a squad of pale faces in an ambush. He is in shorts, barefoot, as moccasins only get in the way, but painted with color drawings from head to toe. Even a child's face in frightening tattoos with dragons and angels with swords.
  Although such drawings, it seems, are not typical of the Indians. But where only Edik's thousands of adventures and travels fate did not throw. All eras, planets and times got mixed up, mixed up and merged into a kind of dense ball.
  Next to him lies a muscular girl with wide hips, bare, round, seductive heels almost under her nose. For some reason, the warrior, although she should be an Indian, is a blonde. She has almost no clothes on, only panties from a bikini set, a string of pearls on a full chest.
  When she turned, Edward saw a pretty face with a manly chin and a large but regular chest. The warrior's arms are muscular, her skin is chocolate, which, in combination with white, with a slight touch of yellowness, or rather, golden pollen hair, looks damn attractive.
  The blonde warrior, however, whispers anxiously:
  - The pale faces are coming here, oh boy-leader Fountain!
  Something poked the young warrior in the muscular side... Eduard twitched and saw a graceful, bare, girlish leg. Also muscular and strong. And then the lady herself with burning fiery red hair. Such a beauty here. Honey blonde and redhead, both half-naked, muscular and athletic. Not warriors, but deities with bows.
  Edward carefully stroked first one and then the other girl's legs. They purred contentedly, like cats being stroked. Well, that's right, a normal woman should not shy away from male caresses. And then all sorts of touchy people have bred, that for the slightest stroking, or flirting, they are ready to sue. But for a man it is quite natural desire to stroke and caress a beautiful girl, or even two girls at once.
  True, he is a child in body, but he is already decently old, and in years, and in memory he is quite an adult, so ....
  True, very muscular, but athletic Edward, just loved strong women capable of giving birth to strong offspring.
  But then the fiery beauty gave Edward a sign with her lips - freeze! The enemy is coming soon!
  Indeed, a detachment appeared at the edge ... Wow, such a special forces colonel did not expect. No, they were not trolls at all, or gnomes - quite normal people, but ... In medieval armor, with muskets as bulky as cannibal clubs, with long swords. All this army gave the impression of something extremely unreal and surreal. And very archaic. At the same time, it was distinguished by its large number, although not excessive. On horseback, in heavy armor, more and more knights rode out. By the way, pale-faced, a strong exaggeration - the muzzle is tanned, swarthy, and the beards are black.
  The red-haired devil warrior herself answered the question ready to break from Edward's tongue:
  - This is the Spanish detachment of Cortes. Do not be afraid, there are only four hundred of them, and they have not yet had time to replenish with local Indians.
  The warrior boy whistled and whispered back:
  - Charming... And how many of us?
  This time the honey blonde answered:
  - There will be five with you! - And intercepting Edik's confused look, she added. - The most correct number, pentagram!
  The young warrior shivered slightly. The balance of power, in quantity, is clearly not in their favor. And most importantly, they have no blasters, no force fields, not even antimatter grenades. And that's creepy. For example, one hyperblaster can cut off the entire detachment, where in one minute the energy of ten atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima can be thrown out.
  The red-haired she-devil saw fit to remind Edward:
  - You have a bow, oh leader ... Open fire on my command!
  The blonde commented:
  - The boy is barefoot, and has a too modest outfit, this is not order for a great leader, even if there is no army with him now. The girl snapped her bare toes. And something changed, and Eduard felt that something was no longer the same.
  The boy-warrior again just now drew attention to himself. He is indeed shirtless, but in buffalo pants and jeweled moccasins. On the head is a wreath from which three feathers protrude. No, not falcons, but some kind of feathered bird that is unchanged on earth.
  The body itself became much more prominent and massive muscles, although Edward was always distinguished by excellent muscle development, however, in recent years it had become too dry so that the ribs showed through from lack of nutrition and constant movement. But in this case, he looked like a professional fitness champion - perfect relief and not a single fat, and his skin was poured with a red-brown tan.
  On the chest was a tattoo with a jaguar - the symbol of Huron. The rest of the tattoos were divided somewhere, as if by magic. The warriors, on the other hand, had perfect, smooth and polished skin, chocolate with a golden hue, and their skin shone in the twilight of a warm Mexican evening.
  Their feet remained bare, but this only increased their combat effectiveness.
  They drew their bows. Two more girls, and Eduard was for some reason sure that it was the beautiful girls there, disguised themselves so carefully that they were not visible. But those two have such luxurious bows, like those of princesses, and the plumage of arrows is densely strewn with diamonds, topazes, rubies and emeralds.
  And Edward's bow is also not inferior in luxury, but it has more sapphires and precious stones in dark tones. And the beautiful girls have a brighter coloring.
  A detachment of Spanish conquistadors was already fully located in front of them. Four hundred Castilian caballeros. It seems that the sea is not far from here, although the characteristic smells are inaudible, the wind blows just from the coast. But the aroma of girlish bodies is so seductive, completely inhuman, like a mixture of honey, flowers, a little nutmeg and spices.
  The warriors themselves are very cool, and one took and caught an insect with her bare toes, and crushed it into a cake.
  Their opponents, fighters, at that time, the powerful Spanish Empire, have not yet had time to get dusty on the campaign and look quite impressive.
  Ahead of all is a mighty, broad-shouldered, tall rider with a long, red beard. Probably, this is Count Cortes, who in the future will receive the title of duke and seize simply fabulous wealth.
  He seemed to be just red and very healthy. Armor alone weighs a centner and under it is not a simple, but a draft horse of a piebald suit.
  The boy-colonel took the Spanish grandee at gunpoint and prepared to fire.
  Having already seen a lot, Edik shot well from a bow, although he had not practiced this type of weapon for a long time, it was more modern and advanced in use, so there was no particular confidence that he would hit.
  The fiery-red beauty took command. She fired first, and the arrow flew in a tangent trajectory. The golden-haired one fired somewhere to the side, and from the opposite thickets flew out like comets, smashing beams of annihilation energy.
  Edward, who did not have time to shoot, had the pupils of his eyes rounded into a triangle. He had never seen this before. The arrow of the fiery-red girl burst and spread out in black waves. The Spanish knights, caught in this tide, were charred at once and crumbled to dust along with their horses. Only the skeletons frozen in the air remained.
  The gift, released by a girl with hair the color of gold leaf, produced, to no lesser extent, a destructive effect. Only it was expressed a little differently. A white wave passed, and another hundred warriors suddenly began to bloom. And, in the most literal sense. Namely, juicy and bright buds covered the conquistadors of the Castilian empire from head to toe. And then, swift shoots went, an avenue of wonderful beauty began to grow. And potential bandits and stranglers turned , each of them into a bush of fabulous flowers with the richest color ...
  Other gifts also worked well... The third arrow scattered with scarlet lightning, and the Spaniards blazed like a torchlight, pagan procession, and then turned into a hundred bonfires... And the flame of each fire had its own color and shade, and the sparks flew, trying to hit higher black sky.
  Well, the fourth present turned out to be even more wonderful. From the arrow flew sparkling, like rock crystal, wrenches and bolts! And they fell on the tail of the detachment of Cortes. The horses turned into caterpillars, and the riders into excavators, and a hundred machines of strange designs stopped, stuck on the wide road between the hills.
  Now four hundred strong and brave warriors of the Spanish Empire ceased to exist.
  Edik exclaimed in admiration:
  - Technomagic! Here is a miracle!
  Only one Cortes remained, he froze like a motionless block on his huge horse, like a German tour, and successfully tried to maintain his composure.
  Eduard shot at him, but two bare, chiseled heels flashed, and the girls, golden-haired and red-haired, deftly caught an arrow with their toes, after which they exclaimed in chorus:
  - No! You must find out whose blood you have more noble, on swords!
  Well, what is on the swords, so on the swords. Edward had the skill to fight with a stick, and a sapper shovel, as well as a bayonet-knife. If only he could find the sword...
  The boy looked inquiringly at the warriors, as if expecting that they would give him a magic sword-hoarder - one swing, and a hundred heads off his shoulders!
  But the red-haired she-devil pointed at the most ordinary Spanish blade thrown back by the blast wave of techno-magic, whispering in an ominous tone:
  - Now you are on an equal footing!
  Then the wind changed direction, bringing the desired coolness on a sultry tropical evening. Fresh air wafted from the sea, the smell of iodine, shrimp, seaweed sweet as nut caramels.
  Edward slowly moved to the captured weapons, he felt like a real redskin. And Cortes, why did he even climb into Mexico? Wants to destroy the ancient Maya culture? Fill your pockets with gold, which is considered a sacred metal by the local Indians. Crush the old cults and impose even more cruel rule of the Inquisitors and Jesuits...
  Here Edward suddenly caught himself thinking that for a battle in another era, his feelings were too real. He feels with his bare, muscular torso a breath of air carrying a pleasant, sea coolness, and a piece of warm resin dripping onto a strong shoulder.
  No, it doesn't feel like a dream. In a dream, you are usually either unconscious or your awareness lasts for a very short time. And then something else ... Even moccasins cause a certain inconvenience, and you yourself are not at all a boy who looks about twelve years old, but a young man no longer younger than the flesh of twenty years. That's how his imagination played out, looking at the girlish charms.
  That is, the body is not his, although, in general, Edik was very far from maturity until recently. And he was a warrior not only in the twenty-first century, but in cooler and cosmic eras, with glory for an entire army. But now, indeed, it is either he, or, on the contrary, not he ... The flesh is alien, although healthy, and there is a lot of energy in it. Not like in the last couple of years, when Eduard felt some cooling in himself towards wars and battles, and a continuous struggle for survival, a decrease in enthusiasm, a viscous laziness in training and an unwillingness to get up in the morning and do exercises. Yes, and the dream has become somehow viscous, when you don"t feel the same energy and desire to jump up, but you want to sleep, and you think - you already have experience in various battles, isn"t it time to retire.
  To play games to the fullest, without risk, without pain and with only pleasure. And really, what does an eternal boy need? Settle down in some technologically advanced and relatively safe world, and live for yourself, enjoying entertainment and joyful idleness.
  But Edward has a somewhat suspended situation with his pension. Formally, he, as an elven citizen who fought for more than an era in Mechnya and worked out two hundred and fifty cycles, seems to be receiving a pension there. But now he serves in the Solar Army of an unrecognized state. So his legal status...
  Edward was too distracted, and Cortes managed to recover. The formidable Spanish grandee pointed his heavy musket at the one who seemed to be an Indian. There was no such thing as a flintlock mechanism yet, and Cortes attempted to set fire to gunpowder using a rubbing mechanism. Well, no, this is a very primitive weapon, clearly inferior to the usual bow with arrows. The only advantage of such a musket is that it will surely penetrate any armor with its lead, the size of a chicken egg. However, it is extremely difficult to hit a dexterous and nimble Indian in this way.
  Therefore, Edward did not become nervous, but calmly moved towards the sword. Anyway, you can shoot only when you light the fuse, and this will take time.
  Cortes shouted something in Spanish. Edward did not know this language. But on the other hand, he spoke German and English, as well as a little French. The warrior boy wasn't much of an expert on Cortez, or on all those colonial wars in general. I knew what was in school textbooks. Well, and something else according to the famous book: "The Daughter of Montezuma." But there, of course, the information was fragmentary and mixed with fiction.
  In theory, Cortes should know French, since the Spaniards often fought with the country of the lily.
  And Edward, in French, which he did not speak very fluently, said:
  - Do you have any questions for me, monsignor?
  Cortes, out of confusion, jabbed a lit wick at the musket, and this small cannon blasted ... Well, a roar, even from one shot. Maybe it was this sound, like peals, that made the Indians fall when the bullets themselves flew past!
  In this case, a piece of round lead whistled over a distance of more than a hundred meters, and not at all dangerous for Edward. The warrior boy, without stepping forward, approached the sword and easily raised the weapon, although it weighed about a dozen kilograms. Of course, a too long battle, even hardened by training knights, will not be able to fight with such swords. The saber, of course, is much more practical.
  Cortes finally spoke in French:
  - Who are you?
  Edward replied in the style of Mephistopheles:
  - I am a part of the power of that which, always desiring evil, does good!
  Although his French is not very good, but the Spaniard, of course, will understand. Still, it's good that in a military lyceum one of the alternative realities, they were taught the languages of the alleged enemy. First of all, English and German, as well as Chinese. The last language for learning is the most difficult, and almost no one knew it. Spain was not considered a serious opponent, although the prevalence of this language around the world is greater than that of German. But with the Germans, the war, apparently, it was believed that it would not be possible to avoid it.
  Cortes smiled back, and in French, albeit not very cleanly, suggested:
  - Do you want to fight with swords?
  Edward succinctly replied:
  - Knightly!
  Cortez smiled even wider. He was considered one of the strongest swordsmen in Spain. And who is an Indian? Just a savage who dared to challenge the Castilian Empire. So he will lose his empty head, with a set of feathers.
  Edward seemed to have a different opinion and was approaching his opponent.
  Count Cortes easily enough, for a man of his build and in massive armor, jumped off his horse.
  He was a head taller than his opponent, even if thanks to magic and for a short time as an adult, and at least twice as heavy. But Edward was also distinguished, especially in a new body, by agility and muscularity. And let the arrogant count try to take it impudently.
  The sword, of course, is heavier than the stick, it's like waving a crowbar. But the enemy's weapons are even heavier. And no matter how strong Cortes is, the maneuverability of a large body will still be lower.
  Edward was approaching, the enemy stood still, trying to maintain balance and waiting.
  The warriors of proud Spain lost their bodies after each warrior fired an arrow, but Cortes himself did not seem at all embarrassed by this. On the contrary, the Spaniard looked especially collected and pompous.
  Edward suddenly accelerated and carried out an attacking lunge. The Count parried him with a barely perceptible movement of his sword. The Indian boy chuckled - the enemy was better than he thought.
  Cortez, in turn, held a fork reception, but also did not reach the goal. Edward answered.
  Both opponents began to fence, but in a peculiar manner. Eduard, lighter and more agile, circled near the enemy, while the massive Cortes stood motionless, only occasionally taking half a step forward, trying to reach the enemy.
  Both warriors were silent for the first ten minutes and acted quite cautiously. Edward hit the armor several times, but the captured sword could not penetrate the skillfully made armor. And when Cortes caught the young warrior with a sharp wave, blood appeared on the naked torso of the Indian warrior.
  After that, the Spaniard changed tactics, the sight of someone else's blood made him lose his composure, and abruptly went forward. Edward still outnumbered the enemy in maneuverability. He, like a leopard, retreated and backed away, the training of the commando boy had an effect.
  You can knock out Cortes only by hitting him right in the face, the armor covered both his arms and legs, but thereby, forcing the enemy to move more slowly.
  Here Edward regained confidence, no matter how strong and hardy the earl, he would still get tired. Even world champions among professional boxers get tired and do not always maintain the pace in twelve rounds. But they fight in the same sports shorts. So this monster will run out of steam.
  Indeed, Cortes began to breathe heavily and sweat heavily, and his pace of movement decreased.
  Even on the thick cheeks appeared an unhealthy blush.
  Edward again became more active and went on the offensive. At the same time, the young terminator used not what he was taught in the special forces, but the techniques emphasized from adventure literature. In particular, strikes under the base of the sword hilt in order to tire the enemy and, especially, his hand as much as possible.
  Cortez began to back away a little, and then Edward regained the power of speech:
  - What, monseigneur, bakes?
  In response, the count made a sharp lunge, which almost pierced Edward's eye, but he himself received a sword on his fingers. The young warrior struck without swinging too much, the buffalo leather of the gloves only nicked, but the commando broke a couple of phalanxes of Cortez. It became painful to hold the sword in his right hand, and the leader of the Spaniards threw the weapon into his left hand.
  But, of course, cutting with the left is much harder than with the right, even if you are already trained.
  Edward gained some confidence. He attacked the enemy in the head and, at the same time, carried out a kick under the knee.
  The armor plate was a little higher, but still, the buffalo softened the blow. But on the other hand, Cortes staggered, and his sword slightly deviated, and Edward, having performed a fan technique when a combination of blows was carried out, severely scratched the Spanish count on the cheek.
  The blow fell just below the eyebrows, but blood still poured out, and it became difficult for the enemy to speak, and the pain itself distracted from the duel.
  Cortes was now, indeed, furious, but his fury was tired and somehow impotent. Several times the count missed, and, finally, Edward, deftly diving like a fish, hit the enemy with a blade in the face.
  The right eyebrow burst like a ball filled with blood, and Cortez really swam. Edward, seeing his condition, slashed at the wrist. The buffalo skin was slightly "trumpeted", the enemy still held the sword in his left hand.
  Four female warriors stamped their bare, chiseled feet and yelled at the top of their lungs:
  - Well done, our boy! You came out very smart!
  Then the young warrior again repeated the blow to his fingers. He, in principle, could carry out an attack in the head, but he wanted to capture Cortez alive.
  The heavy sword of the Spaniard leader flopped into the mud, and the brute retreated again, and wearily answered in French:
  - Well, it looks like I lost to you, savage!
  Edward logically replied:
  - Savages don't speak French. And in general, you came to a foreign land to enslave and kill!
  The Spanish leader bellowed:
  - We brought you the faith that saves you from eternal, hellish torment!
  Edward replied with a grin.
  - You have already become a torment for everyone, even if not eternal!
  Both warriors stood opposite each other. Both were covered in blood, although Cortez, of course, was spattered thicker and more wounded. An unarmed Spanish grandee against an Indian with a not too sharp, but quite deadly sword.
  Cortez could only see with one eye, but despite his slit cheek, he spoke quite distinctly. Edward did not know what to do with the Spanish count. It would be necessary to take him prisoner, but in this case, it is not clear where to lead him.
  Although, in fact, it should have been given to the warriors of the Maya empire. By the way, what is the name of their capital? It flew out of my head! And where are the units of Mexican Indians now. Their so-called empire is already in decline, there is no coast guard or regular army in sight. So four hundred Spaniards armed with bulky muskets proved to be a huge force for them.
  Edward read a book about the war of Cortes for a long time, so he could not remember exactly who the Indians had a king at that time and what, at least approximately, they had the largest army. But in theory, a power larger than Spain itself (without foreign possessions!) Should not be small and the population.
  Cortes broke the silence and did not say too clearly:
  - If you win, then kill!
  Edward grinned in response and ingratiatingly asked:
  "Maybe you"ll offer a big ransom for yourself!"
  The Spanish count honestly answered:
  - I have nothing but debts that remain from the state, I spent everything on the expedition and my mercenary detachment!
  Edward answered for Cortes himself:
  - And the king simply executes the loser ... - And then an interesting thought came to the young warrior's head. - And if you enter the service of the local king? It looks like you have no other choice!
  Cortez thought about it. The fortune is spent, the debts are great, and the interest on them is growing. In Spain, a debtor's prison awaits him and, probably, torture. Of course, they will ask for the dead detachment - they will not pardon. Go to the service of the local king? Are there few Spaniards who serve as mercenaries, and in his now destroyed detachment, far from all are natives of the Castilian empire.
  In any case, there are no moral restrictions. Is that the local king, most likely from a kind of pagans. But Cortes himself did not really understand the Christian faith, and yes, God, hanging like a defenseless man on a cross, raised a lot of questions. Indeed, would the Almighty allow himself to be crucified? And why is it that God, who burned Sodom and Gomorrah, drowned almost all of humanity in a flood, suddenly woke up such strange inclinations?
  In any case, Cortes was more of an agnostic than a Catholic. Moreover, during the battle he did not suffer too much - broken fingers will heal quickly and the eyebrow too. The brush, fortunately, remained intact, although it was bruised.
  The Count grinned and politely asked:
  - If I go to your service, then what salary will you give me?
  Edward ambiguously replied:
  - And this will decide my king!
  The red-haired warrior appeared like a fungus jumping out from under a tussock and cooed:
  - This is not an act of a boy, but of a husband! Come on, follow me!
  And the beauty waved her bare foot. The Spanish leader disappeared with her. Just like in the movies - suddenly and resignedly!
  But there was a girl with golden hair. She looked languidly at Edward and quietly asked:
  - You were offered to commit an act of betrayal?
  The young warrior nodded obediently and was surprised:
  - Yes... But how do you know that!
  The warrior spoke in a simpler tone:
  What you are seeing now is not a dream! This is a parallel reality over which the gods we serve have considerable power...
  A muscular girl with golden hair fell silent, and another appeared with a mop of green hair and glowing ruby eyes. She said slowly:
  - People are different. The gods too... And usually, they obviously don't intervene... except when intervention is necessary. And then, in this case, they prefer people!
  Another girl with hair whiter than pearls appeared, she breathlessly answered:
  - And you were lucky to have such a horoscope that the Council of the Gods chose you for the most important mission!
  Edward bowed to the girls at the waist and timidly replied:
  - Well, I don't know directly... Is it worth it?
  The red-haired girl ranger reappeared, with hair blazing brighter than the Olympic torch, and answered harshly:
  - Of course not! And the probability that you will cope with the task is equal to no more than one chance in a trillion!
  Edward choked and murmured:
  - But then?
  The red-haired she-devil replied harshly:
  - And you have no choice! You didn't choose me, I chose you!
  The golden-haired girl explained in a very soft tone:
  - We will transfer you to one of the innumerable parallel universes, in which you have to do something that with your knowledge and skills is almost impossible to do!
  A girl with emerald hair remarked:
  - Well, why - it's impossible! In various fantastic works, the hitmen, using the knowledge of the future, do various, sometimes it seemed, quite unbelievable things. Moreover, these people are much worse than a young warrior, an eternal boy, special forces, and even a candidate of technical sciences, which you brilliantly defended, showing that your brains are not childish at all!
  The white-haired warrior confirmed:
  - Yes, this frame is not just chosen according to the horoscope, but also quite valuable in itself! So the chances increase!
  The golden-haired Ranger girl sighed heavily and remarked:
  - Time is short! We can't abandon him until June 1st, which means our chances of even warning Stalin are dropping by zero progression!
  Edward blinked his black eyelashes vigorously and muttered:
  I don't quite understand what is going on?
  The four sorceress girls looked at each other, and then the most red-haired of them suggested:
  - Let's show him. Words are just the chime of icicles in the Sahara desert!
  Here, at the most interesting place, a gong sounded, which announced:
  It's time to stop this entertaining broadcast.
  
  GULLIVER BECAME A YOUNG BOY
  ANNOTATION
  This time, the legendary traveler Gulliver turned out to be a young slave, turning into a boy who stamps his bare feet on sharp stones. And then he became a cabin boy on a pirate ship.
  . CHAPTER #1
  The transition was quite long. The road is rocky and the hot rocks are tropical climate. And the sun was just about to set.
  The boy Gulliver walked along with the mistress girl. She spanked with her bare feet much more confidently than her counterpart, who had become so young, looked about twelve years old.
  The boy Gulliver muttered:
  - I'm tired and thirsty!
  The girl replied with a laugh:
  - You are a slave! And slaves cannot ask something from their masters!
  The boy sighed. Until recently, he was an adult and a captain, but now he turned out to be just a barefooted shket, who is urged on as they want!
  But then came the halt. The convoy decided to rest and have a bite to eat. The captive boys, who were adults, stopped a few hours ago.
  And they were allowed to drink some water and eat a tortilla with cheese and garlic.
  Local food seemed delicious to Gulliver. In addition, he appreciated that now he has young, healthy, absolutely whole teeth. Then he got excited.
  Only the bare soles of the feet were very much knocked down and scratched on the pebbles.
  Then they were on their way again.
  There were some long days here, or did it just seem so?
  The girl asked Gulliver:
  - So you believe in your God, but you could, for example, go to the stake for faith!
  The young traveler replied:
  - I am against extremes and fanaticism!
  The girl agreed
  - This is right! But there were those among you who went to their deaths!
  Gulliver replied with a smile:
  - They were different! Who went to a painful death, and who betrayed! And not only at gunpoint, but for self-interest!
  The girl smiled. Her bare feet slapped the coarse gravel, and apparently she even liked that.
  She sang:
  The love of Christ is beautiful and pure,
  She is a solid, bright beauty ...
  At the same time, there is a lot of evil in our world,
  Probably still a strong Satan!
  The boy Gulliver was surprised:
  Where does this psalm come from?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - I wrote it myself! What's good?
  Gulliver replied with a smile:
  - To be honest, not bad! But do you believe in Christ?
  The young viscountess logically remarked:
  - In what sense?
  The boy-captain grunted:
  - Nu, that he God!?
  The girl shrugged her shoulders and replied:
  - That he is the Almighty God and the creator of the universe no. But the fact that he, perhaps, had some kind of magical abilities - quite!
  Gulliver elaborated:
  Why don't you believe in His Divine nature?
  The girl confidently answered:
  - Because stupidly agree to the Almighty to go to the cross! Very stupid, having the strength to not be able to protect yourself!
  The boy captain replied:
  - He did it to take all our sins upon himself!
  The young viscountess giggled and replied:
  - It is not very hard to believe that the Almighty God had no other way to save mankind than to go to the cross Himself. But what about the infinite wisdom of the creator?!
  Gulliver shrugged his shoulders and replied:
  - Well ... There are secrets that even angels want to penetrate! And in general, it can really be otherwise and it is impossible!
  The girl nodded.
  - Here I will order you to embed with sticks on your bare heels, and then it will be possible!
  There was a painful silence. Gulliver didn't know what to add. Indeed, theologians have been arguing for centuries. And it's really a paradox: having added another, very big crime, people got a chance for salvation. There is still a lot to argue about. And about whether the Son did not bring a ransom with his sacrifice. Only to whom? To the Father - this is strange, would the Father take such a ransom as the death of the Son. But it also sounds blasphemous to Satan.
  And so it gets bad and so bad.
  Gulliver sang with a sigh:
  How many people have so many opinions
  The secret of sacred heaven
  I want everyone to know...
  In search of truth, the darkness of branches,
  The demon rages in rage,
  Wants to impose a plan,
  It's a dream to receive the light of love of generations,
  Only the Almighty God can give the answer!
  The young viscountess nodded.
  - I see you well, eat!
  Gulliver noted:
  - Yes, it's even nice to walk half-naked, under the hot sun, with such a beautiful girl like you!
  And again the boy gasped, stepping on a sharp stone. And he looked unhappy.
  The Viscountess remarked:
  - Of course, faith must be based on reasonable arguments! For example, Jesus claims to be the Most High God. However, he teaches: if they hit you on your right cheek, turn your left! And in the Old Testament, on the contrary, he gives orders to exterminate both women and children, and even domestic animals!
  Gulliver replied:
  - You seem to know the Bible well!
  The Viscountess nodded.
  - Yes, I read it. And there is a lot of cruelty and absurdity! Like a command to marry harlots, or an order to kill the innocent. And Elisha set the bears on the children, who only teased him for his baldness!
  The boy Gulliver remarked:
  - And people sometimes do this, creating cruelty!
  The girl confirmed:
  - Yes, they do! But it doesn't do them any credit!
  The boy captain remarked:
  - Unfortunately, sometimes it happens that you have to use cruelty. Well, if there is no other way of education! And in general, what confuses you?
  The Viscountess remarked:
  - On the one hand, the extreme cruelty of the Old Testament, and at the same time the gentleness of Jesus Christ, who prayed even crucified, for his executioners!
  Gulliver spread his hands and answered:
  - I don't know! While it is difficult to say why and what ... We must collect our thoughts. But anyway. Here the question is, but life does not end with the Earth. And maybe, having killed the child with the help of the bear Elisha, he delivered him from eternal suffering in fiery hell, immediately transferring him to paradise?
  The Viscountess giggled and remarked:
  - So any murderer can say - I did not let him sin! And moved to paradise!
  The boy Gulliver wanted to object, but somehow thoughts did not enter his head. And what is there to talk about? Here you need to be an experienced theologian. Even theologians and theologians are not able to give a satisfactory answer to all questions. For example, why does evil exist in the presence of an Almighty and loving God? Does God want evil to exist or is he unable to end it?
  And here it is very difficult to answer specifically. Or so it turns out, or otherwise. But there is a paradox that any answer will not suit everyone.
  The boy captain said with a sad smile:
  - Here you, for example, live a thousand years without aging. So rejoice in it. Because God has given you grace and eternal youth. But he did not give it to ordinary people. And that is his business!
  The Viscountess nodded.
  - Amen! This is cool!
  Gulliver sang:
  God is the greatest mercy of the bottomless,
  You created the earth, the height of the heavens...
  For the sake of the people, Your only begotten Son,
  He went to the cross, and then rose again!
  The girl nodded and chirped:
  At the heavenly roll call
  All my friends will gather
  At the heavenly roll call
  There, by the grace of the Lord,
  I will!
  Gulliver winked at her and sang in response:
  My God, it's You, it's You
  I see you everywhere...
  When I tear flowers in passing,
  And with love I worship You!
  
  Jehovah is the crown of beauty,
  In the light of day and midnight radiance ...
  These are my thoughts and dreams
  This youth is a bright desire!
  The girl nodded with a beaming smile.
  - Yes, you have a good song, however, I want you to sing more!
  Gulliver sang with a smile:
  How beautiful is all that is Yours,
  I hear your voice everywhere...
  In the heart of God's right hand sings,
  And whispers into the soul like a ripening colossus!
  
  These are mountains covered with moss,
  These are waves with raging foam ...
  It's a hot sand beach
  This is the sun from the endless universe!
  Then the girl angrily stamped her bare foot and interrupted Gulliver, asking:
  - And the ugly old women, the creation of the Lord God, which are also beautiful?
  Gulliver shrugged his shoulders and remarked:
  - If there are inhabitants of other worlds and planets, and they are not like us, then they, too, probably, may think that we are a freak. Moreover, even in relation to the most beautiful girls!
  The Viscountess agreed:
  - From the point of view of dialectics - it sounds logical!
  Gulliver sang with a smile:
  Enlightened the Lord Almighty,
  Finding Peace in Christ...
  I felt that I am a sinner,
  That the Lord is my savior!
  The girl nodded and sang, baring her teeth:
  On a heavenly throne
  The Almighty King was seated...
  By your great will
  Christ ruled us!
  
  They crucified God on the cross
  Jesus prayed to the Father...
  To not judge us harshly,
  Sin has forgiven us to the end!
  
  Mercy is limitless
  He sent his Son to die...
  To serve him God personally,
  And dare not die!
  And the girls winked at their counterpart.
  Gulliver noted:
  - Yes, it's lovely. Poems, let's just say - it's great! But do you recognize Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior?
  The girl giggled and sang:
  Jesus perfection,
  Jesus perfect...
  From smile to gesture
  Above all praise...
  Oh what a blessing
  Oh what a blessing
  Know that God is perfection!
  Know that God is ideal!
  Gulliver confirmed:
  - You sang it well, and expressively! I see great potential in you.
  The girl sang with delight:
  In the vastness of the wonderful homeland,
  Tempered in battle and labor...
  We composed a joyful song
  About the Almighty God and the leader ...
  
  God Light is the glory of battle,
  God Light of our youth flight...
  Fighting and winning with songs,
  Our people follow the Lord!
  Gulliver replied with a smile:
  - Great you sing! Just super!
  The girl giggled and remarked:
  The song helps us to build and live,
  We boldly rush on a hike with a song ...
  And the one who walks through life with a song,
  He will never, ever disappear!
  The children walked along the rocky road. It was painful for the boy's knocked down feet, but he endured and walked. And the conversation distracted from suffering.
  In addition, the fact that you have all your own and young teeth is already uplifting. And the young body is hardy and healthy. And everything around is such a bright, radiant, fresh perception of the world.
  The Viscountess asked:
  - And why, for example, if Christ is God and he has all the power on Earth and in heaven, the most successful ruler and conqueror of all times and peoples is Genghis Khan? Who is both a barbarian and a pagan, and very cruel, and a polygamist!?
  Gulliver, with a bewildered childish smile, replied:
  - Well, this is a difficult question... To be honest, the Bible says Satan is the God of this age, and perhaps Genghis Khan owes his success to the Devil!
  The girl replied:
  - Oh no! Nothing is written in the Bible - Satan is the god of this age! I have an eternally young memory, and much better than you people, who grow old and ugly!
  The boy captain remarked:
  - It is written - the god of this age has blinded their minds!
  The Viscountess laughed and replied:
  - It does not say that it is Satan! Perhaps it means human egoism. Or maybe, for example, excessive pride, or other character flaws.
  Gulliver noted:
  - This is partly true! Perhaps it meant both!
  The girl sang, baring her teeth:
  What did the Lord mean?
  Gulliver answered in confusion:
  - What are you talking about?
  The Viscountess smiled and replied:
  - Yes, about different things! I even have a song about it!
  The boy captain shrugged his shoulders and suggested:
  - Come on, I'll sing first!
  The girl nodded with a smile.
  - If you want, sing
  Just don't sing to rest!
  Gulliver sang in his clear, childlike voice;
  A man in disbelief is unhappy
  It is impossible to live in sinful lust...
  Because God's wrath is terrible
  Because strict God is the judge!
  
  The flesh in hell languishes from the heat,
  And it's time for us all to understand for a long time ...
  Those who do not know faith in the Lord
  Fall under the yoke of hell!
  
  A sinful man will get his
  It will be like a spider on fire...
  Demons will torment in the underworld,
  Those who worshiped Satan!
  
  Fear and repent enemy of the Lord -
  You will be cast straight to hell...
  Who does not honor the Sabbath day -
  Will forever be in flames!
  
  You honored the idol and for this in agony,
  It hurts so much to writhe in hell ..
  Will be wicked, science -
  I preferred the idol to Christ!
  
  Didn't believe God's order
  I did not want to honor the first day ...
  Do not hope, you will not burn immediately -
  Eternity in the torments of a sinner is destiny!
  
  I believe that the time of revenge will come,
  Jesus the Great God is coming
  And the doomsday will come
  He will bring salvation to people!
  
  The Holy God will raise the dead,
  Those who in faith will not be stung by decay ...
  I believe I will be with the Almighty too,
  In heaven - let the flesh collapse!
  The girl with a smile that glowed like pearls confirmed:
  - A very good song! But you won't be full of songs alone! Need something more cool and unique!
  Gulliver remarked:
  - Stupidity is also unique!
  The Viscountess chirped:
  - How good everything will be if we become children at least a little!
  And suggested:
  - Let's sing something else!
  The boy captain shrugged.
  - Do you want it?
  The girl nodded.
  - Exactly, I want you to sing!
  And Gulliver took and sang;
  Miracles in the new world
  It's like a fairy tale in color...
  There is such beauty
  Do not find a flaw with a pointer!
  
  Well, what if it's a new day
  Coming over the earth...
  So, we are not too lazy to get up,
  There is no cooler in the world!
  
  There will be a new light in glory,
  Where the trees are like candy...
  We will meet the dawn
  In eternal happiness our children!
  
  A new age is coming
  This place is so beautiful...
  The person will be happy
  Let the path be dangerous!
  
  Let the planet flourish
  Soon to be a lush paradise...
  Open a winning account
  May the world be radiant!
  
  How good is it
  If the sun shines bright...
  Woodpecker drills a chisel
  Everyone is wonderful on the planet!
  
  How much fun we have
  Happiness full valley...
  It will be, believe the heyday of the hour,
  Golden mean!
  
  Who would make our destiny,
  Very valiant handsome...
  If there is a redistribution
  Then you become more powerful!
  
  We will not lower our heads
  Straightening your back proudly...
  To pancake butter, cottage cheese,
  At once the hostess adds!
  
  So there will be happiness know
  And the light with the Name of Svarog...
  The real paradise will be
  People prayed to God!
  
  The Lord gave one answer:
  We must work happily...
  And then hello will come -
  Faces will light up!
  
  Here is a barefoot girl
  I saddled a turtle...
  Gotta hit it with a fist
  Throwing a lot of fear!
  
  Where the fire happens
  Well, where is the fire burning ...
  crushing blow,
  The cruel enemy is attacking!
  
  We will not surrender to the enemy,
  Consider this aspiration ...
  Straightens the cherub
  Wings and forgiveness to enemies!
  
  Say it will be soon
  What is called victory...
  The circus is Chapiteau,
  And sometimes dogs bark!
  
  Soon it will be like in paradise
  Let's make the world beautiful..
  Lada I thank -
  Cherubim shine with gold!
  The boy sang beautifully, and his voice became childlike. Very loud and piercing.
  The Viscountess chirped:
  - Eat well! And it's cool!
  The boy captain hissed:
  I sing, I sing, and I will kill all the demons!
  The girl also sang:
  We are proud girls of Svarog,
  Brave, brave warriors...
  We serve faithfully, we are in the Name of the Family,
  Let grandfathers and fathers be proud!
  
  God Svarog and the mind of people,
  Make the world happy...
  We will not be defeated, believe the villain,
  It's our work and creation!
  Gulliver whistled and noted with love in his voice:
  - Great song!
  The Viscountess nodded and chirped:
  - Yes, that's the beauty of it. What do you eat to sing.
  The boy and girl continued to walk. Their baby feet stamped themselves with great confidence. And they could no doubt sing very beautifully.
  Children seem to be everything. And it's such a wonderful world. Even if there is slavery in it.
  Gulliver sang with delight:
  All people on the same planet
  You must know to live amicably ...
  Children must always laugh
  And live in a peaceful world
  Children must laugh!
  Children must laugh!
  Children must laugh!
  And live in a peaceful world!
  So they walked, walked, and walked again ...
  At last the evening came. And a column with children who were captured was built for dinner.
  They were given some kind of conditionally edible soup, and more cakes with milk. The slave boys ate. And willingly fell asleep.
  Indeed, after a difficult day's march, they needed rest.
  Gulliver also snuffled his nose and he had wonderful dreams.
  In which half-naked girls sang;
  The universe was torn apart
  Stars faded, catastrophe-death!
  Sobbing, moaning in the torment of hellish distance,
  And for those who survived: only shame to endure!
  
  Like God - ruling all laws,
  Forgetting about conscience, and rejecting honor!
  Alien race brings a new world,
  Threw a challenge to us - dashing news!
  . CHAPTER #2
  The cabin boy, whom Gulliver turned into, sailed on a beautiful and very elegant brigantine. Her sails were very brightly colored, with marvelous, wonderful, drawings in the form of flowers and butterflies, and dragonflies, as well as girls with swords.
  And it was very in harmony with the crew. Here, too, were exclusively girls. And they were almost naked, only chests and hips were covered with strings of jewelry. And the skin is tanned, shiny, like bronze statues.
  Pirate girls spanked with their bare, very graceful, and seductive legs.
  And they sang:
  We are poor, we are poor, pirates,
  We are very, very, very sorry,
  Do not avoid the girls know retribution,
  But because they did not instill morality in us!
  
  Pirates don't need science
  And it's clear why...
  We have legs and arms
  And the head is not for us!
  And then a gallion appeared ahead, the girl on top noticed him first. She jumped off, flashing her bare, round heels.
  In general, what beauties were here, and their hair is very bright. Most of them are honey-blonde with hair that glitters like gold leaf, but there are also copper-red girls and even emerald-colored hair.
  Some wear brooch earrings. And what perfect lines they have!
  And their muscles, like balls of mercury, roll under the bronze, shiny skin. These are really girls who are able to fight for real.
  And now the brigantine rushes after the gallion. And on this ship, furry orc bears are running around, adding sails and trying to get away.
  A captain girl with gold leaf hair that blows so beautifully in the wind, and bare feet that drive men crazy like a roar:
  We will destroy the cursed bears! Let the dragon gang be on fire!
  Here the brigantine shortens the distance. And three girls shoot from the bow cannon, resting their bare feet on the deck.
  And then the core flies out, and having described an arc, hits directly into the galley of the enemy gallion. And the ship, having received a strong blow, tilted.
  The girls began to jump up, flashing their bare, round heels and roaring:
  Glory to the pirates, glory!
  The girls are moving forward...
  We fight under the scarlet flag
  The army is on the attack!
  And now the brigantine is getting closer and closer to the gallion. And the girls throw hooks on board the enemy vessel. And they draw the brigantine to their victim. And then flickering bare, bare feet. They jump on it and fight with the orcs. And there's a wild ride going on. The girls cut themselves with sabers and bleed the enemy in burning streams. And they fall, with orcs cut off their heads.
  And their heads roll on the floor.
  This is truly destruction and annihilation. Now the warriors showed themselves in all their glory. And their bare, tanned legs, like sledgehammers, dealt crushing blows.
  The girls are very beautiful and their bronze skin shimmers in the suns, of which there are three.
  Warriors whistle and yell:
  - We will kill enemies, this is our credo always. All exams were passed on five, our country is holy!
  The girls turned out really cool. And they are cut so that the swings cannot be stopped.
  And the barefoot boy Gulliver fights with them. A very dashing kid, let's say.
  And the boy's bare heel will take and punch the orc in the chin. And his jaw dropped.
  Gulliver sang:
  - How we lived fighting,
  And not afraid of death...
  So from now on, you and me will live!
  In starry heights and starry silence,
  In the sea wave and furious fire!
  And furious, and furious fire!
  The cabin boy was hacking, and his bare feet were striking.
  It's good to be a kid though. What a fast body you have.
  This is really a superman boy.
  And sings at the top of his lungs:
  - I am a knight of light on the knee of the savages,
  I will sweep away the enemies of the Fatherland from the face of the earth!
  This is how the boy fights and sings. And cuts and butts.
  And other girls fight with him. Which are so beautiful and sweet.
  Fight, of course, at high altitude. In the figurative sense of the word.
  Here are the warriors. We can say about them: super and hyper.
  If they start to fight, then nothing will stop them.
  And now the last orcs fell under the blows of the beauty. And there was great joy among the warriors.
  And they sang:
  We will slaughter and cut everyone,
  We will kill everyone! We will kill everyone!
  And after that they began to rummage around the gallion and look for prey. At the same time, the warriors sang:
  - We are looking for passers-by from night to morning,
  Let's break through the fraera! Let's break through the fraera!
  Here Gulliver sang with enthusiasm;
  Brother raised his hand to his brother:
  Cruel war - the roar of the adversary!
  The machine has become your friend,
  For frivolity came retribution!
  
  What to do if people are broke
  When dashing bullets whistle around!
  God better break the war by force -
  So that the days of the dragon of prey are over!
  
  But hell knows no measure and line,
  The earth is burning in napalm, children are crying!
  Here the girls' features turned pale -
  Who, the Holy Lord, will answer for this?
  
  Well, how many loved ones can you kill,
  After all, a person is born, believe me, for happiness!
  The mother does not let her son go to the front,
  And even in the summer there is bad weather in the war!
  
  But the duty of a soldier is a sure duty:
  What do you need to fight for the Fatherland in battle!
  At sixteen, already a gray temple,
  Widows of unfortunate faces are swollen from tears!
  
  But what is it, are you crazy brother?
  No, you are insane, the loved one answers!
  For meanness, who is at the throne, our soldier,
  He thinks that his brother-in-law is filthy Cain!
  
  In the ground, blood streams tear the veins,
  And the pulse from the core will respond with a blow ...
  A plow smashed in a field by a shell froze,
  Oh, how purple the sun has become!
  
  But there is faith that Jesus will come -
  Reconcile the brothers, bring Salvation!
  Then let's forget revenge vile account -
  In the soul of all of us reigns, let forgiveness!
  After that, the pirate girls giggled at the cabin boy. And it was just great.
  After that, barrels of beer and wine were dragged out of the hold of the gallion, they began to drink and rage.
  And what a dance danced barefoot, girlish legs of beauties. How great it looked.
  And their muscular calves sparkled. This is really what girls need.
  The boy Gulliver also drank and sang with fervor;
  Everyone has their own personal view of love -
  The concept of beauty and ideal!
  Although people have not grown up to him,
  But man is no longer a monkey!
  
  And here, of course, you can take a little aphorisms and add such witty ones;
  The girl's bare heel will most likely get fashionable shoes!
  But something original does not come to mind
  Here, for example:
  Love for all ages,
  And the boy looks very proudly ...
  His eyes shine in the darkness
  The result will be cool!
  Although this is all let's say this - stupidity and trite.
  However, on the other hand, we can say that even cool.
  Gulliver sang:
  I'm jumping. But I jump differently
  Or rather, I jump like a louse ...
  And I can specifically embed change,
  You're a barefoot boy is not trembling!
  And then Gulliver sang something more civilized;
  We want to live in a beautiful world of paradise -
  In which there are no diseases, decrepit heifers ...
  So that the thread of life becomes endless,
  So that every day is happy and cheerful!
  
  Where the color is like a rainbow in spring
  Water lilies, like gold with emerald.
  Where the reality has long been akin to a dream ...
  Any kid can do a miracle!
  
  Oh Motherland, God's holy sadness;
  Your birches are speckled, the gleam of metal ...
  And I pray to the Lord for one thing,
  So that the Fatherland flourishes in glory!
  
  But here the fighter has already gone on a campaign,
  He is marching like a barbarian warrior!
  We will do good to the planet -
  So that bullets do not pierce your own mother!
  
  Attack of the trolls, furious pressure;
  Rushing adversaries wall-avalanche!
  And therefore, why do we need a heated argument,
  When the Fatherland is united in a fist!
  
  But again the orcs fiends grin,
  They are a man, like a bone stuck in his throat!
  And the goblin growled in wild fury,
  But we applied from rati gift!
  
  But the victory over the enemy is near,
  We will wrest Russia from the quagmire!
  Retribution for the unclean has come -
  Their fur was torn to shreds and lint!
  
  Oval girl cute face -
  Gave me faith and great strength!
  This is how Gulliver sang with great feeling and fervor. And his singing was so incredibly chic.
  Then the boy-captain began to sing again, after another glass of beer, and a bite of dried fish;
  Great, mighty, sacred country,
  There is no more radiant under the blue sky!
  She is given to us by the Almighty God forever -
  Unlimited light, exalted Messiah!
  
  The world has never seen such a power, never know
  So that we proudly trample the expanses of space!
  Any star in the universe sings to you,
  May An be happy with us!
  
  After all, this is our Motherland, it is such a destiny,
  Command the space of all matters!
  Any of us, believe me, would want this,
  Without any foolishness, womanish superstitions!
  
  The archangels blow their mighty trumpet,
  They vigorously glorify the march of our armies!
  And the enemy will find his lot in an aspen coffin,
  And he will not receive taxes and tribute!
  
  This is our Motherland, everything in it, believe me, is beauty,
  She turned the whole universe effortlessly!
  Girls with a pretty weighty braid,
  Hunt for her, so that the barrel is strong!
  
  Fatherland, this is the mother's look of blue eyes,
  Her hand is both gentle and stone!
  And the adversary young man you kill with a bullet -
  So that the flame blazes brighter in the heart!
  
  Take an oath to the boundless Fatherland,
  It's good for you too, of course!
  Though blood flows in the fury of battle,
  Retribution will come to the enemy now!
  
  Weapons and courage are such a powerful alloy,
  The evil one cannot overcome it!
  On a plane with bombs, I flew smartly,
  And as it explodes, they pour in a hail of windows!
  
  But the order of the ruler - fly the kid to Mars -
  It's time for you to put space!
  And the arrogance of a Martian will get hard in the eye,
  Then we see far beyond Pluto!
  
  We will come to the heights of space, seeing the edge of the universe,
  Such is our human destiny!
  And therefore, dare the boy about exploits,
  After all, know that the reward is a matter of gain!
  The girls also stomped and clapped their hands. And their bare feet are so agile. And bare heels sparkle in the sun.
  Gulliver is with them, in the body of a barefoot boy, so lively and cheerful.
  But they danced on the first number.
  Then we decided to play cards. And this is also a very great job.
  And you can really take and anoint yourself. And with the girls to the very rage frolic.
  The pirate girl took Gulliver's bare, childish foot in her hand and began to massage his round, pink heel.
  The cabin boy laughed and purred with pleasure. It was so great. This is really just a miracle boy.
  And his bare, very beautiful legs are just a miracle.
  Gulliver sang with a smile:
  Barefoot, only barefoot
  Under the July thunder and under the sound of the surf ...
  Barefoot, only barefoot
  We will dance, we are with you!
  These are some funny songs. And it's good to still be a boy. And at the same time you show colossal feats.
  But of course, that's not all. What only Gulliver has not done yet.
  And he sang and danced, and made splits with bare childish legs. Which also looked very cool and to some extent odious.
  Here it was a boy-captain who traveled to many countries, and more than once plowed the ocean.
  Yes, and his mood, frankly, is very aggressive.
  But that's why not yet take the girl on a pirate flag and shoot sharks from small guns. It's not easy to get in, but that's the beauty of it.
  The boy Gulliver, resting his bare feet, took his childish legs and fired. The core hit the shark. And broke her back, knocking out her guts. The child yelled:
  - The boy caught a cool courage,
  And the crew was driven into the coffin!
  The girl, the captain of the pirates, took and grabbed the cabin boy with her bare toes by the child's nose and roared:
  - Well, tomboy, you want to take my place. I see a lot of ambition in you!
  The boy Gulliver replied:
  - It suits me to be at least small, but still a man. And the woman is...
  Another red-haired warrior sang:
  You can't live without women in the world, no,
  The sun of May is in them, love blossoms in them!
  Gulliver offered with a very charming smile, which is both childish and at the same time courageous at the same time:
  The country is in a difficult time.
  Blood flows like a torrent!
  Fight until your last breath
  And may happiness, peace, love come!
  
  We are children of mischievous communism
  Fatherland boundless sons...
  Though the hordes of revanchism are coming -
  Let's be true to our country!
  
  In the great and cosmic era,
  Quasars must be created from the finger ...
  Things are quite good with us, believe me,
  Even though the army of evil hell is attacking!
  
  We will kill the aggressor's army,
  And we will create lasers from quarks ...
  And a man will become any hero,
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub!
  
  Though clouds blaze over the Motherland,
  Ready to fight the enemy...
  A detachment of fighters such believe volatile,
  Do not trample the edge of the world with a boot!
  
  We know the enemy is powerful and insidious,
  We won"t give him land not an span ...
  And man is strong with glorious progress
  And believe only one Lord!
  
  We will build great communism,
  The native land will flourish ...
  Although the enemy is very wild,
  Our destiny in the attack is to advance!
  
  Pioneer brave brave boy,
  That he was always born to be a warrior ...
  The lion is not a cowardly bunny,
  Let the dream come true!
  
  We do not tolerate humiliation, brothers,
  For the Fatherland, we will all stand up as a mountain ...
  Let's not take any more insults
  Let's crush the enemy with a steel hand!
  
  If we all join hands
  Insects can be defeated...
  Holy homeland like the sun
  And the hunter will turn into a game!
  Here is a song sung by a boy who was until recently a captain and had the nobility. And it's cool.
  But a frigate appeared on the horizon. Moreover, a large class - sixty-four guns. What is it seriously. And he comes on like a kite that sees chickens.
  The Girl Captain said:
  - This is a challenge for us! Will we fight or...
  The girl with red hair said:
  "Escape is out of the question!"
  A girl with blue hair, baring her pearly teeth that sparkled and sparkled, sang:
  We must respect, fear,
  The exploits of the girls cannot be counted ...
  Girls always know how to fight
  They can fuck like a sack of a donkey!
  And she showed her long and biting tongue.
  Well, once there will be a fight, so why not show your very aggressive temper. And it will be very painful for the enemies. Yes, and friends will be sad.
  And the battle of course requires the choice of the right place and maneuver.
  And now the girls very cleverly move their brigantine, and at the same time do not forget to sing;
  You are a Komsomol member of the Fatherland,
  Do you like to fight bravely for Elf...
  You will be able to help the Motherland,
  The knight is not with the soul of a buffoon!
  
  The girl is a beautiful singer
  Rushing through the snowdrifts barefoot...
  You are the radiant queen -
  Hit Orkolf with your fist!
  
  She threw a grenade with her bare heel,
  Tore apart a dozen soldiers...
  The Fuhrer will soon be paid,
  The knight will prepare the machine gun!
  
  We are girls in the battle of the Komsomol,
  Consider the greatest fighters in battle ...
  The voice of the beauties is sonorous,
  Let grandfathers and fathers be proud!
  
  Under Elfsquay they fought very hard,
  And they were able to hold the evil orcs bravely...
  We girls win clearly
  Passing all the exams only for five!
  
  Like hurricanes in our veins
  Lightning sparkle in the veins know...
  There will be very strong countries in the world,
  From bears, dogs and monkeys!
  
  The Wehrmacht will not put girls on their knees,
  We will never bend down, you know ...
  Stalin and the wisest Lenin are with us,
  Let the centuries pass and years!
  
  God created the universe from photons,
  Life without death gave birth to eternity...
  We know the order, we will build a new one,
  And a cherub opens its wings above us!
  
  There are many heroes in the patronymic,
  Komsomol members are always the first ...
  The army marches in a formidable formation,
  Protecting the elves of the city!
  
  We are fighting Fritz under Elfsquay,
  And they were able to defend the capital ...
  The girl threw the package with her bare foot,
  And let's shoot at the monsters!
  
  We mowed down a lot of orkshists,
  A lot of punks were cut off ...
  Further spinning miles
  We cut the legions of Satan!
  
  We knocked out all Orctler's teeth,
  The Dragon President has been defeated...
  The girl opened her lips
  The big Armageddon blazed!
  
  Give no mercy to the Fuhrer
  You girls are always brave...
  Generous rewards await beauties,
  And believe we have a dream come true!
  
  God the Creator of all the worlds of the universe,
  Took blesses the elfinist...
  With its power in battles unchanged,
  The girl crushes the evil orcism!
  
  She threw a grenade with her bare heel,
  And turned the formidable "Tiger" ...
  And then pressed them to the ropes,
  The beauty knows a lot of games!
  
  So the Orkshists quickly flowed away,
  What tanks and shells were throwing ...
  We see communism given,
  And they mowed down a whole row of trolls!
  
  So what you okrshis got,
  Stalingrad stood against your throat ...
  We wind famously miles,
  And now Svarog the Great is happy!
  
  Soon the faith of Jesus will come
  And other beautiful gods...
  Elves will develop the light of art,
  Breeding, wolf and evil elephants!
  
  At last we will be one
  In the glory of the Kind of the wise Father,
  Girls in battles are invincible,
  We will be in the faith of Lada to the end!
  That's how the warriors and pirates sang. Well, of course, Gulliver did not understand everything. He thought that if he was captured, then of course they would beat him with sticks on his bare, childish heels. Moreover, the blows will be strong and at the same time, so as not to cripple. And then the executioner will pick up red-hot tongs and begin to break the boy's bones. And Gulliver, of course, will not find it a little.
  
  
  This is what happens to eternal boys when they become pirates. Although the team here is very good - only girls in bikinis. And at the same time they rush and fuss, flashing barefoot, round, pink heels.
  The boy-captain took it and sang:
  Girls are different
  And they are all great...
  Their breast nipples are scarlet,
  And they are very remote!
  Well, the boys are bloody,
  They beat the trolls with evil blows!
  And if an orc is found,
  That will hit you very hard!
  
  AUCTION FOR A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH SLAVE
  ANNOTATION
  A very handsome young man Slavka is put up for auction. During the bargaining, a handsome man with prominent muscles is undressed and sold to women for a lot of money.
  . CHAPTER #1
  Here comes the moment of truth, the chief manager announced the opening of the auction. For one night, a young, handsome, muscular virgin was sold to a woman. Of course, it was meant that this is a tradition for all new strippers.
  But the young man was so handsome and sexy that a whole huge hall gathered for women. And men were simply not allowed. And this, of course, on the one hand limited profits, but on the other hand, the gigolos liked it.
  After all, most males love females. Moreover, often young men do not mind making love to a more experienced older woman.
  Here, stamping his boots, a boy covered with bedspreads, who had barely reached adulthood, climbed onto the pedestal. And he looks even younger. He was completely closed, but he was already seen by many women in the same swimming trunks and burning with excitement.
  And these ladies turned on. Slavka himself shuddered too. His young man's heart was beating like a drum during the battle. They sell a person - like some kind of animal.
  And it must be said so unusual and unique.
  On each side of the young man stood a girl in black leather suits, boots and gloves, and red masks on their faces. They should gradually expose the handsome young man in order to turn on the lustful public even more. Women sometimes surpass men in debauchery and thirst for sex, and their orgasm is much stronger and longer. Therefore, one should not be surprised that so many of them gathered to look at a young, very beautiful male, and then, if funds allow, they can buy it.
  Warbler felt a very strong excitement and the smell of expensive perfume, which even more turned on the hypersexual young man.
  Here is the main manager announced:
  - Male Vyacheslav Kotovsky put up for auction. Eighteen years old, physically absolutely healthy. Very handsome, curvy, new to the strip bar and sexy. Just for one night with a woman who can do anything to him - just don't kill or maim!
  Traditionally, the starting price is ten dollars!
  And two girls in leather suits, boots and masks carefully removed the first cover.
  The beautiful high forehead of the young man was exposed, and his golden, long waves of hair.
  The thought that he would now be naked in front of many hundreds of lustful women had an exciting effect on Slavka, and he shuddered.
  This trembling, evoked the feeling that a virgin was put up for auction, which excites women so much.
  And there were cries:
  - Fifteen dollars!
  - Twenty!
  - Twenty five!
  - Thirty!
  One fat cow barked:
  -Fifty!
  Another chick hissed:
  - Sixty!
  A screech was heard:
  - Seventy!
  - Eighty!
  - Ninety!
  - One hundred!
  There was a pause. The boy had to continue to gradually expose, which turned on the fair sex.
  Here are two girls who removed the veil from the lower part of their faces. A beautiful nose, a graceful mouth and a courageous chin of a young man, as well as a neck, opened.
  The women cheered.
  One muttered:
  - One hundred and twenty!
  Another squeaked:
  - One hundred and thirty!
  The third bellowed:
  - One hundred fifty!
  The fat woman hissed:
  - One hundred and eighty!
  And a rather young and pleasant woman gave out:
  - Two hundred!
  There was another pause. The servant girls now bared the young man's shoulders and arms. They were muscular, beautiful and graceful in shape. Not a bodybuilder, but a cast, handsome fighter. And the skin is so seductively shiny.
  The woman who looked like a hippopotamus muttered:
  - Two hundred and fifty!
  The woman said a little more pleasantly:
  - Two hundred and seventy!
  Another young girl squeaked:
  - Three hundred!
  The woman, on the contrary, croaked in her age:
  - Three hundred fifty!
  The representative of the fair sex issued:
  -Four hundred!
  The young woman herself, apparently a stripper, grunted:
  - Four hundred and fifty!
  There were many young and beautiful women at the market. You even wonder why they need corrupt and well-worn gigolos, from which you can catch an infection.
  One very respectable lady said:
  - Five hundred!
  And there was a pause again. The amount is still not that big, especially given the inflation of the dollar. Yes, and can not wait to see all sorts of ladies, as a young, beautiful gigolo undress.
  Here are two girls in strict suits, boots and a mask, taking off another veil.
  And the whole torso of a very beautiful and embossed boy is naked. And you can see his abs, which are laid out like inflows of chocolate. And what a smooth, shiny skin that shimmers in the spotlight.
  One of the women said:
  - Six hundred!
  Another chimed in:
  - Seven hundred!
  The third muttered:
  - Eight hundred!
  The old woman croaked:
  - Nine hundred!
  A rather young and pretty woman with diamond earrings hissed:
  - Thousand!
  And there was a pause again. Everyone was impatient to see what would happen next. This young man is just amazing. Better than any Apollo.
  The billionaire's wife Elena admired him, but has not yet entered into a bargain. In fact, the most interesting will be at the end. And now where to hurry. This is indeed a very valuable commodity. Although, on the other hand, Elena is still so beautiful and sexy that if she shakes her hips, a whole herd of cute youths will come running who will also pay money for sex with her.
  And two girls in leather suits and masks again began to take another veil from handsome Slavik.
  And so they exposed his muscular, beautifully shaped legs to the knees. And swimming trunks. The boy was so excited that his male perfection swelled. And it was large, and allowed the woman to give utter joy.
  A rumble swept through the hall.
  The hippopotamus woman muttered:
  - One and a half thousand!
  More slender gave out:
  - Two thousand!
  The woman in the cat mask tweeted:
  - Two five hundred!
  The veiled woman said:
  - Three thousand!
  The woman with the diamond earrings said:
  - Three five hundred!
  The old woman muttered:
  - Four thousand!
  The girl, who looked very young, squeaked:
  - Four and a half!
  And a woman covered with a veil chirped:
  - Five thousand!
  And there was a pause again. This time, in one night with the gigolo, a very decent amount was named. For five thousand dollars you can rent fifty prostitutes of not the worst level. And an ordinary, experienced gigolo costs two hundred bucks for two hours. Well, some are more expensive and some are cheaper. And now the amount has become tidy, and not so small. Moreover, there is a war, and the Russian ruble is falling, and the dollar is growing in price. There's no time for fat, I would live!
  But of course, not all trump cards have been laid out yet. The girls take off the big boots from the boy's legs. And they expose graceful in shape, similar to girlish feet. And no hair - like a bronze statue. Tanned, bare feet, a fabulously handsome young man, drive many women crazy.
  And the hall roars again.
  - Six thousand! - Shouted the venerable lady.
  The young girl chirped, baring her teeth:
  - Seven thousand!
  A young but fat woman with an unpleasant face grunted:
  - Eight thousand!
  A younger and prettier woman with diamond earrings tweeted:
  - Nine thousand!
  And a woman whose age is impossible to determine because of the thick veil chirped:
  - Ten thousand!
  Her voice, however, was young. And Slava cheered up. Thinking that sex with a Muslim woman for that kind of money is great! And he already has two and a half thousand dollars in his pocket.
  True, that's not all. The boy, muscular, very handsome, shining like a statue of an ancient Greek god, was in swimming trunks. And his beautiful dignity was still visible in all its glory.
  And two girls in red suits and masks took and with an elegant, smooth movement removed the swimming trunks from the young man.
  A strip of fabric fell to the boy's bare, tanned, muscular, and very graceful, seductive legs, completely exposing Slavka.
  He felt a deep sense of shame. Blushing like a young virgin who has never tasted a woman's body.
  Warbler shuddered, his heart was pounding like stones in a rattle.
  And his shaking, shame, and obvious embarrassment had a bewitching effect on women. In fact, this is such a sweet, amazingly handsome boy with golden hair, and besides, a virgin who makes the fair sex tremble in languor.
  A woman as fat as a hippo yelled:
  - Fifteen thousand bucks!
  The woman gave out a little slimmer:
  - Twenty thousand!
  The woman in the monk's dress muttered:
  - Twenty-five thousand!
  The young girl squeaked:
  - Thirty thousand!
  The old woman croaked:
  - Thirty five!
  A woman with diamond earrings and rather pleasant-looking gave out:
  - Fourty!
  Another representative of the fair sex with a large necklace of selected pearls around her neck squealed:
  - Forty five thousands!
  And finally, a woman in a veil and with a rather young voice gave out, cruelly and clearly:
  - Fifty thousand!
  As usual, there was a pause on the round number. In fact, for such an amount you can buy a good and new car. Or rent five hundred not the worst female prostitutes for an hour. Or two hundred and fifty experienced male gigolos for two hours, or five hundred not so experienced and classy. Is it worth it to start.
  Moreover, this young handsome man can be rented later for a smaller amount.
  Elena, who had been waiting so long, trembled with impatience. How beautiful he is. And at the same time she blushes like a young girl, and trembles like a lamb before the slaughter.
  The steward lifted her gavel and began to say:
  - Fifty thousand dollars times! Fifty thousand dollars two... Fifty thousand dollars...
  Elena yelled out in her own voice:
  - Sixty thousand!
  Everyone turned. We saw a slender figured woman in a mask. And with a very pleasant and familiar voice.
  Slavka really wanted this beauty, covered with a mask, to buy him at least for one night.
  And then the meeting with the Arab woman frightened him. In the East itself, cruelty is distinguished. And there can be just terrible perversions. Although he cannot be killed and maimed, he must do whatever the woman who bought him asks.
  And do not refuse anything.
  However, the beauty in the veil did not try to yield:
  - Seventy thousand!
  Elena muttered:
  - Eighty!
  The closed woman abruptly threw:
  - One hundred thousand dollars!
  A rumble swept through the hall. Yes, the amount for just one night with a gigolo is unprecedented. But when an auction is held, the excitement of bargaining arises, which is difficult to cope with.
  And many women don't have husbands yet. They are either widows, or made their own capital, or managed to receive an inheritance before they got married. Or fictitious husbands.
  So there was someone to enter into the bargain.
  The young girl shouted:
  - One hundred ten thousand!
  The veiled woman growled:
  - One hundred and twenty!
  The woman with the diamond earrings said:
  - One hundred fifty!
  Then the woman in the veil shouted:
  - Two hundred thousand!
  Elena growled passionately:
  - Two hundred and fifty!
  The girl with the ruby necklace said:
  - Three hundred thousand!
  The fat woman howled:
  - Four hundred thousand!
  Then the woman in the burqa shouted at the top of her lungs:
  - Million dollars!
  This is already a serious and large sum. For such amounts, they buy paintings, thoroughbred horses, or a whole army of prostitutes. For the night you can order an elite prostitute for a thousand. Moreover, the ruble is falling and there is a war, and it is expected that it will only get worse.
  There was a heavy pause. For Elena's billionaire husband, a million dollars is not such a lethal amount. But just for my husband. And it's too obvious for her. And a whole million that has left the accounts cannot be so easily hidden and not justified.
  And other women were clearly embarrassed by such a sum.
  The steward lifted the hammer and began to chant:
  - A million dollars once, a million dollars two, a million dollars three...
  Elena screamed out loudly:
  - A million dollars and another dollar!
  Start manager:
  - A million dollars and another dollar times ... A million ...
  The woman in the burqa barked:
  - Two million dollars!
  A rumble swept through the hall. The amount was such that you could rent ten thousand professional gigolos for two hours, or twenty thousand prostitutes for an hour. For such sums, paintings, expensive thoroughbred stallions were bought, and it is already possible to build a villa and acquire not the smallest yacht. And just for one night.
  Slava was stunned, and his eyes widened: that's how much he still costs! A fortune.
  One of the young girls from the hall, probably succumbing to the excitement of bargaining, at the top of her lungs:
  - Two million and one dollar!
  The manager began to chant:
  - Two million and one dollar times! Two million and one dollar two! Two million and one dollar - three ...
  The woman in the burqa shouted:
  - Five million!
  There was a rumble in the hall among the women. This is already a colossal amount, one might say a fortune. And this is all in just one night. You can just say crazy. As many as five million!
  Warbler, whose head was spinning, and red with embarrassment, trembling with shame and excitement, the boy croaked:
  I'm afraid of this darkness, hopeless and terrible,
  From where I will never return...
  It's a joke, what a nice joke
  And a dream is a dream, and now I wake up!
  And the chief steward began to announce:
  - Five million dollars times! Five million dollars - two! Five million dollars three...
  Then one of the women with diamond earrings took and gave out:
  - Five million and one dollar!
  A rumble swept through the hall. The amounts were simply insane. Although, for example, in the last century, someone from Japan paid one hundred and four million dollars for a Van Gogh painting, setting a record. But what kind of picture was there: a daub! No wonder no one wanted to buy Van Gogh during his lifetime.
  But still, for one night with a gigolo, you pay so much.
  The steward again raised her gavel and began to chant:
  - Five million and one dollar - one! Five million and one dollar - two! Five million and one dollar - three ...
  The woman in the burqa shouted:
  - Ten million dollars!
  Another noise in the hall. And some women could no longer restrain themselves and began to stick their fingers, or vibrators between their legs, in order to relieve extreme excitement. So this unthinkable bargaining got them. This was really really cool.
  Glory went crazy: ten million dollars! And a quarter of this amount belongs to him. He will not only pay off the mafia, but she himself will become a rich and respected person. And then he will expect a very bright future. The woman under the burqa had a young, pleasant voice, and it is not even clear what is stopping her from filming men for nothing. True, many women like to have complete power over men and command them in bed. And so instead of a vibrator, or men from the street buy gigolos.
  And Slava is still so young and handsome. And when he smiles, how shiny his teeth are. Indeed, an extremely pleasant and cute, figured young man. Well, how to get past this and get through? This is truly the greatest gift in the universe.
  The amount was already prohibitive. And to interrupt such a very dangerous.
  And the steward began to say, baring her teeth:
  - Ten million dollars times! Ten million dollars two! Ten million dollars three...
  Elena, before the hammer fell, desperately shouted:
  - Eleven million!
  The noise in the hall is louder. One of the women exclaimed:
  - Here is a merchant in a skirt!
  Slavka muttered:
  - Your gigolo is more expensive,
  What is really worth it!
  The steward lifted the hammer and began to chant:
  - Eleven million times, eleven million two! Eleven million three...
  Here Elena became frightened. She did not personally have such an amount, she shouted only because of her stubbornness. And if her husband finds out about this, then it will happen to her. Although in the event of a divorce, she will probably still sue some part of the state. And become free. And at least he will travel around the world, which will be extremely cool.
  And that her husband won't let her from Moscow - so that he'll die sooner, the bastard!
  But at the last second before the hammer hit for the third time, the woman in the veil chirped:
  - Twenty million dollars!
  The ladies shook and entered. Walker. And then Elena felt excitement and confidence in herself. This veiled lady is probably fabulously rich. So let her fork out for her whim. Let him pay in full for the pleasure of a cute, cute and muscular boy.
  And Elena said:
  - One hundred million dollars!
  The hall started up and screamed. Wow! Well, the amount for the night with a very handsome and curvy boy. To what extent do you need to be lustful, or in love, to invest in a young gigolo such a wild amount.
  The steward lifted the hammer and began to say:
  - One hundred million dollars times! One hundred million dollars two! Three hundred million dollars...
  The woman in the burqa shouted:
  - Two hundred million! - And added. - End the circus. You do not have such a sum and you will be disgraced!
  Elena muttered:
  - How do you know that?
  The woman in the veil replied:
  - I know! When I say, I know!
  The steward lifted her gavel and began to say:
  - Two hundred million dollars times! Two hundred million dollars two! Two hundred million dollars three...
  Then one of the women in the hall squeaked:
  - Two hundred million and one dollar!
  The manager reminded:
  - If you do not pay the amount in full, you will be thrown out and never allowed into the auction room.
  The woman with the dark glasses nodded.
  - I know! But quite ready!
  The manager began to chant:
  - Two hundred million and one dollar times! Two hundred million and one dollar two! Two hundred million and one dollar three...
  The woman in the veil said:
  - Five hundred million dollars!
  A rumble swept through the hall. Women began to massage between their legs and use vibrators more vigorously.
  Slavka suddenly saw that his masculine perfection began to subside. It has been in an agitated state for too long. And then it burned out.
  And a roar of disappointment swept through the stands among the lustful women.
  The steward lifted her hammer and began to chant, baring her pearly teeth:
  - Five hundred million dollars times! Five hundred million dollars two! Five hundred million dollars three!
  There was a heavy pause, and the steward announced:
  - A young gigolo, eighteen years old Vyacheslav Kolobkov, was sold to a lady in a veil for five hundred million dollars!
  The woman nodded.
  - I'll transfer money from your account! And now he will be mine, all night!
  They threw a veil over Slavka. And a chain was put on a strong, muscular neck.
  The boy slapped his bare feet behind his new mistress.
  The manager remarked:
  - He is your slave for the night! Just don't kill him or maim him!
  A woman in a veil approached the young man. Her hand took and grabbed the boy for masculine perfection. It immediately rose again and swelled. And Slavka blushed strongly, from embarrassment and shame.
  The woman opened her face. She was a very beautiful, oriental, black-haired beauty no more than twenty-five years old. Yes, she really was very beautiful, although there were no traces of cosmetics on her face.
  Slavka blurted out:
  - Yes, you yourself can receive money for the night!
  The woman nodded.
  - I know! I'll tell you later why I laid out such a wild sum for you! Until then, let's go to the room! Time is short and I want to enjoy love for the last time in my life!
  The boy was surprised
  - Why the last one?
  The woman replied:
  - Because I, Princess Esmigul, was sentenced to death for adultery! And the day after tomorrow at dawn they will cut off my head!
  Slavka suggested:
  So you need to run away!
  The princess answered with a sigh:
  - I swore by Allah that I would not run away! Therefore, before his death, my husband gave me his account, and allowed me to do and buy everything I want these days!
  Slava giggled:
  "So that's why you're so generous!" There is no point in saving!
  She nodded and replied:
  - If you serve me well, and I like it, I'll buy you a whole palace, a yacht, and what else you want, a whole fleet of cars! So try!
  The young man nodded.
  - I am ready and glad to serve you!
  Here they entered a separate, luxurious room. The woman was left alone with him. Gracefully she took off her clothes, revealing a perfectly beautiful tanned body. Slavka's masculine perfection swelled so that it was ready to burst.
  The naked princess nodded.
  - Come take a shower with me!
  A young man and a young woman went into the bathroom, completely covered with gold.
  Warm streams poured out. And they began to wash the beautiful bodies.
  The woman nodded.
  - You know how to use the language!
  Slavka nodded.
  - Certainly!
  Princess Esmigül nodded.
  - So work hard! Come on my handsome boy!
  The young man knelt down, poked his face between her legs, into the beautifully shaven chink of the beauty and began to work with his tongue, to work selflessly and with enthusiasm.
  The young, beautiful woman groaned voluptuously. And she was very pleased.
  Slava also got stronger. How excruciatingly ached and burned his overexcited dignity. And he worked and was blessed.
  The princess moaned, and finally, screaming louder, she shook in a strong orgasm and sagged.
  Then she herself knelt down and her face approached the young man's groin. And now she embraced the excited, hot, pleasantly smelling cock, a young and beautiful stallion with her lips. And she began to work with her own language.
  Warbler forcefully forced himself not to throw away the seed yet. Let a woman enjoy the process of licking, smooth, sweet, appetizing, the head of male perfection, the most beautiful and handsome young man in Moscow.
  And the princess went crazy, working with a member, tongue and lips. It was just incredibly nice and beautiful for her.
  Warbler, finally, still could not restrain himself and finished. She threw out a stormy, sweet gruel, youthful seed. The princess greedily licked her with her tongue, not letting her miss a single drop. And then she ordered:
  - And now let's in the pose of a crow! I will lick you and you will lick me!
  Slava nodded in agreement. His tongue again began to skillfully and vigorously massage the princess's clitoris. While the tongue and lips of a young, beautiful woman were again forced to swell and heat up, the young, elastic member of a muscular and very pretty, and skillful gigolo!
  
  THE QUEEN AND THE BAREFOED SLAVE.
  ANNOTATION
  A young fella from our time, first becomes a queen. But for excessive cruelty, the gods turn her into a barefoot slave. However, a young woman is freed from slavery by elves and super adventures begin.
  . CHAPTER #1
  Agripina saw the solemn ceremony. As if she ascends the throne and sits on a throne studded with jewels. And a crown studded with stars is placed on her head. And all the presidents, monarchs and other rulers of the world kneel down and praise her.
  And the salute is carried away into the sky, and the cannons are beating. And everything sparkles. And she is now the empress of the planet Earth. And fanfares are sung to her, and orchestras play. And the throne room in which she sits is fifty times larger than the Luzhniki stadium. And he has a whole army. Thousands of beautiful girls in short skirts, with bare legs, with machine guns behind their backs, salute her and sing:
  You are a great goddess
  Emperor of all people...
  boundless element,
  Kill all your enemies!
  Agripina bared her teeth and roared:
  I cut down enemies on a tangent
  I hit them so fast...
  Everything turns out great
  I'm a queen, I don't know all the spectators!
  After that, the first victim was brought to her. It was Pavlusha, a handsome, fair-haired, muscular teenager of about fourteen. He is in only red swimming trunks and with handcuffed hands and feet. The boy was lashed with whips and put on his knees.
  Agripina took a heavy whip of barbed wire in her hand and whacked Pavlusha. The boy screamed in excruciating pain. And a young, strong, muscular woman continued to whip him, and sang, baring her teeth:
  - My boys, my baby,
  At this hour you do not sleep
  And you will get visible shish,
  Whip on the back!
  And the mighty woman was beating the boy. And so that the skin burst and blood flowed in a stream. And Pavlusha screamed from unbearable suffering.
  Suddenly, a terrible roar was heard. The palace collapsed and the walls collapsed. And before her appeared a huge, sparkling angel with two swords.
  Thunderous voice said:
  - You, the world empress, have crossed all limits! You will be punished for this. The Almighty God will take away all power from you, and will make the one who exalts herself, humiliated.
  Lightning struck. The palace was gone, and all the servants, and the heads of state too.
  And Agripina, instead of luxurious robes and a crown, turned out to be a half-naked slave in shackles. On her bare feet and hands were heavy, steel chains. The body was almost naked - only one loincloth.
  And she was shackled along with other almost naked slave girls. And her bare, strong feet burned the hot sand of the desert.
  Agripina, a powerful, very muscular woman, with her head held high, became a slave herself. And the scourge of the overseer fell upon her embossed back.
  And the whip whistled. The overseer was not even human. This is a huge, shaggy bear, and with a very nasty and ugly mug. He sat on a camel and inflicted blows with all his might on the former, world empress.
  Agripina was in pain and groaned. She remembered how, after her arrest, she was taken to the search room. They forced me to take off all my clothes, and began to examine the strong, girlish body. This was done by several women in white coats. As if this is a hospital, not a prison, and not a shmon, but a medical examination.
  Then they ordered to squat in front of a mirror and illuminated with spotlights. Agripina squat, of course, is easy. But it's unpleasant when several women in white coats look at you eagerly. They admire the strong, embossed muscles, more suitable for a man than for a girl, that roll so much when moving.
  And their eyes are lustful. Agripina has the body of a very strong youth with muscles rather than a girl, although the skin is smooth, clean, developed chest and wide hips. But the shoulders are broad.
  Agripina crouches, but everyone does not give her the command to stop. Already she began to sweat, and her tanned skin shone, because of which, she looks even more like a statue of an ancient, Greek warrior goddess.
  Finally, she got tired of being devoured with her eyes. And the female warden in uniform ordered to stand in a square, and put her chin in a special recess. After that, defiantly took off her thin, rubber gloves and, clutching her chin, reached Agripina's mouth with her fingers.
  And they are unwashed, sweaty. And she climbed by the cheeks and under the tongue. Agripina was indignant and, pushing her away, growled:
  - Put on gloves, bitch! You will infect!
  She was somehow embarrassed after that, and the search was stopped. Photographed, however, naked, so that the tattoos were visible. They rolled not only the fingers, but also the bare soles of the feet. And they even enlightened the stomach with an X-ray, apparently suspecting that there might be drugs there.
  After that, they took me to the shower. They even gave a bar of soap, and then a towel. Next came the uniform.
  Agripina was not particularly afraid of prison. On the contrary, she was sure that she would be the most important and cool.
  But it was a bit crowded in the cell, there were twelve girls, and there was a smell of buckets.
  She immediately built them and made them clean up. Then she asked me to fix the toilet. And they listened to her.
  Agripina was cool even in the pre-trial detention center. And she could make me obey.
  But now there are two dozen girls in chains around her, and a whole squad of orcs with whips.
  And these bears began to beat Agripina severely. And it was so painful that even this heroic woman howled from suffering and asked for mercy. In fact, it was kind of a nightmare. Then they also chained her neck, which is completely unbearable.
  Agripina moved across the sand. And her mood was minor. She is beaten and scratched, covered in bloody smudges. And the shackles tinkle, and the metal glistens.
  Agripina stomps silently. The sand is hot and hurts bare feet. Although she still has nothing - her legs are stuffed during fights and training. And what about the slave girls. Many of them did not always go barefoot, and their soles are not so rough. And it burns so hard that even blisters appear.
  A young woman walks and thinks with horror: she is in chains and a slave, on whose back a whip falls from time to time. But soon she will raise a rebellion and seize power over this planet.
  A powerful, muscular lady attracts the attention of orcs. And from time to time they hit her with a whip or barbed wire.
  Agripina shouted back:
  - Weak beat!
  And in that moment everything changed. More precisely, sharp, tempered arrows flew at the orcs from behind the dune. They punched shaggy bears, and came out of the eyes, and stitched through the groin and chest.
  Agripina took it and rushed, clanking chains, at the orc. She pierced his head with a chain.
  And she sang:
  - I'm like a devil devil! I will destroy the capital!
  The elves jumped out of the ambush on the surviving orcs. They were representatives of this glamorous people, on small and graceful unicorns.
  The orcs were quickly slaughtered and slashed. After that, the girls began to be released from the chains. Also, with the help of the magic of magic wands, Agripina was also unchained.
  The young woman became free. And powerful, with tubercles of muscles.
  After that, she had a whole team of girls. And now the beautiful warriors stamped their bare, chiseled feet in the desert.
  Agripina hummed, baring her teeth:
  The path runs along the curve,
  Bare feet girls...
  Tired of bedbugs to crush evil,
  I want to tease my happiness!
  The girls were also very aggressive and combative. They wanted to sing and jump. And their legs, in fact, are graceful, although they are exhausted, knocked down, punctured.
  Here is a team marching. And with them elves on unicorns, and with bows.
  Agripina feels strength in herself and sings:
   Since the time of Spartacus - this faith lives,
  That there should never be slaves in the world!
  If the master is impudent - he warms his stomach with a stove,
  And the peasant froze in the cold - believe it is not fate!
  
  Russian guy Spartak - he drew a sword for us,
  And behind him, the river of the oppressed rose without end...
  If you are a man - honor is more precious than life,
  If you want life to flow in the happiness of the world!
  
  Stenka Razin wanted to straighten the camp of the slaves,
  So that there is a will, everyone can manage ...
  And people like him could not accept shame,
  And behind them the people - there was an uncountable army!
  
  Torture, rack and stake - the arguments of the kings,
  Everyone wants to seize everything for centuries!
  But freedom, believe me, is a mile of bread and honey,
  And such a dream has been burning in our hearts for a long time!
  
  Thunder came - October, and now our power,
  The country is on fire, a lot of blood and pain!
  But Jesus will not let the right abyss in hell,
  The one who is fiercely flogged will be happy in the good!
  
  Lenin opened the door, Stalin boldly leads,
  With every step we are getting closer to the sacred goal!
  But Satan came, the forty-first evil year,
  And now our blood, like a stream, vomits from a vein!
  
  We are a country with you; our honor is your life,
  Never put the peoples of Rus' on their knees!
  Hold on to Russia, fight for the Motherland,
  This is the meaning and salt of the courage of generations!
  
  The Fuhrer is a vile corpse, well, and Rus' is a Giant,
  And a Chechen with an Uzbek and a Russian are united!
  Communism is a monolith, an ideal for the soul,
  And the regiments of adversaries are smashed into a cake!
  
  The cosmos calls the young - the horn trumpets invitingly,
  There will be a new frontier, beyond Mars!
  We are building communism - they canceled the ruble,
  Doesn't matter any citizenship!
  
  The whole universe, believe, will turn red now,
  There will be gates to paradise - red stars.
  Man is a brother to others - in the past a rabid beast,
  And love, beauty is sung in pure hymns!
  
  Therefore, do not spare your callousness and laziness,
  For our Fatherland, fighting like a falcon!
  And you fighters work both at night and day,
  What would the Garden of Eden bloom and give sweet juice!
  Agripina sang along with her barefoot team. And suddenly she caught herself thinking that she seemed to be for communism. Well, Agripina did not know Soviet times: she was too young. Soon she is thirty-seven years old, and the year is now 2023. So what can she remember about Soviet power? This is a legend, in her eyes and mind. Agripina, as they say, is a child of her time. And, of course, I heard not the best reviews about Soviet times. Like, and in fact, even such a thing as bananas was in short supply. Yes, and candy, and chewing gum, too. And jeans were rare. And under Gorbachev, even bitter vodka and cigarettes disappeared from the shelves. Long queues, coupons, cards, empty stores, a total shortage - this is how people remember the Soviet times.
  And no one wanted them back. In any case, in Moscow, the Communists collected an insignificant percentage of the votes even in the difficult nineties. But Agripina was very rich, and of course for capitalism. So why did she suddenly start singing about leftist ideas?
  The young woman punched herself in the chin with her fist and hissed:
  Our king, the chosen one of heaven,
  Our king is like a ghostly demon...
  Our king, messenger of fate
  Our king is only you!
  Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
  Agripina took it with wild joy and sang:
  - You are the great Lucifer, shed a ray on the light,
  And the sacred sword of war - cut the secret!
  And again the girl, or rather, an adult and seasoned woman, began to sing;
  Our king, the messenger of heaven,
  Our king is like a ghost demon.
  Our king, chosen by fate,
  Our king is only you!
  Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
  This is how the warrior sang and stomped in the desert. And her mood was high. Why should he be minor.
  But here again, the unrest is visible. The elves received a signal about the approach of the orcs. And lined up in a semicircle. Half of the riders, they were elves. Beautiful girls, almost naked, but covered with precious jewelry.
  They were clearly ready for a deadly battle.
  Agripina stamped her bare, strong foot. And in her hands appeared a weighty bow. A big one that can hold a lot of arrows.
  The girl, more precisely, the woman-hero sang:
  Clouds flew from the bloodsuckers,
  Hell erupted from the Earth not far away!
  The serpent is crawling on the panzvale, the rattling bastard,
  Clouds lit up with blood!
  
  The waves are blazing, splashing like a hellish storm,
  And he will meet an army of the bravest daredevils!
  We will protect beautiful lovely women
  We will be worthy of the exploits of our fathers!
  
  My land, how painfully you moaned,
  The adversary left a hundred wounds of traces!
  But let's drop the orcs, at once we are off the pedestal,
  The pestilence of dashing years will not be long!
  
  And death is already whitening behind the clouds,
  But our thoughts are torn to heaven!
  Let's crush the notorious villains to dust,
  And tear, know, orcs in half!
  
  We do not know peace and old age rot,
  We are the children of our holy Motherland!
  Everything bright fought with bears,
  Shoot we mighty these roots!
  
  And that the evil bomb exploded with force,
  What do we need a shell burst, this thunder!
  Elfi fighters are capable of much,
  And the top will become the bottom for the Fuhrer!
  
  Hell of the underworld, hell flared up,
  Crawled along the rocade with a predatory muzzle "Tiger"!
  And all the fatigue flew off us in an instant,
  The time for fun games is over!
  
  A grenade at the hand, a deadly throw,
  Here is the "Tiger" in the snout firmly received!
  And the Fuhrer in the boiler in the Tartar boiler room,
  So as not to reveal the world to the elves!
  
  The bear is shaking from the furious volleys,
  Here is a flag flying over the Reichstag of the elves!
  And the sun blazed over the Motherland,
  After all, the Orc Reich has fallen to dust and ashes!
  Agripina sang, and the other slave girls picked up, and the elves. Everything looked great and just amazing.
  And the slave girls had bows in their hands, and the couple even had crossbows. And they pulled the string and began to shoot arrows. They raced in an arc and pierced the advancing orcs.
  These beasts, shaggy and smelly, rushed into battle with a wild and frenetic fury.
  This really was a battle. The elves, almost naked, were shooting from their bows. And the male elves used more powerful and lethal crossbows.
  They threw bolts with great force. Which spun and pierced the orcs climbing to storm. And dealt them crushing blows.
  One of the elves, wearing a jeweled crown, bellowed:
  - In the holy war, there will be our victory! Elvish flag forward - glory to the fallen heroes!
  And so she fired a large arrow, pulling the string with her bare foot.
  And again, as it roars:
  - Nothing will stop us! Nobody will defeat us!
  And the elves, together with the female slaves, pelted the orcs with arrows. And filled them thoroughly. It was their very aggressive panorama of the fighting.
  The warriors turned out to be just super, demonstrating phenomenal and incomprehensible strength.
  Then again the songs of the glamorous and very playful people.
  There is nothing more certain than a coin
  She truly shines without falsehood!
  In fact, the doubloon is the ruler of the world,
  His support is a strong sword and shield!
  
  In it the pagan gods are hidden,
  Like the sun, a radiant golden face...
  Although there are still bandits-parasites,
  Who set off in the bargaining of the soul!
  
  Coin, this is an idol and an archangel,
  He is the savior, the destroyer of all.
  Without gold, hired damask languishes,
  Without money, success will not come in battle!
  
  But what do you want, human heart,
  Hunting to buy immortality for you ...
  To greedily open the door to bliss,
  To weave a thread of centuries of life!
  
  But can a doubloon get that too?
  Is the golden circle capable of dreaming?
  So that the old man with a scythe does not come with greetings,
  And he didn"t put a seal on his forehead in the morgue!
  
  Although a coin needs a lot of happiness,
  To let us indulge in sin!
  But man has no power over passion,
  Him girls, like millet to a rooster!
  
  He wants to get a lot to the stomach,
  Eat pheasants, pineapple pounds.
  Although you can not eat to the grave,
  Even if you are extremely cool with money!
  
  And the coffin, it even costs too much,
  Because it has a place for kings!
  After all, an angel will draw a zero in the form,
  A blow to the forehead and a stick to the brain!
  Warriors, of course, are not inferior in battle. And when the orcs, having suffered heavy losses, broke through to the distance of the battle, the beauties launched their swords.
  Albina smiled. Two swords immediately appeared in her hands. She swung them around, turned the windmill, chopped off a couple of orc heads, and hissed:
  - You ran into the wrong one!
  And after that, she took it with her bare heel and kicked the orc general in the chin. It crashed like a sandbag. And teeth fell from his broken jaw. And it all looked so beautiful and cool. That the girls sang in chorus with tremendous enthusiasm:
  I ask, Lord, that the day does not fade away,
  So that the girl's gaze is forever young!
  So that our knight soars above the rocks,
  So that the cover of lakes is cleaner than crystal!
  
  What a beautiful world the Lord has created
  They ate silver in it, and the maple is a ruby!
  Looking for a girlfriend, God's ideal -
  To do this, he chopped enemies in battles!
  
  What is so hard in the heart of a young man?
  What does he want to find in this world?
  Well, why is the oar broken?
  How to solve a tangle of big problems?
  
  I want, God, to be happy too,
  Find your heavenly dream!
  So that good luck does not break the thread,
  To bring under the path, ballast-line!
  
  But what should I look for in a measure without love,
  What can be more expensive for a girl?
  It is difficult to build happiness on blood,
  On it you can only swim in the hell of hell!
  
  Separation is torture for me
  War is still such a nightmare!
  Here's a foot in the stirrup, saddled a horse,
  Although the evil orc brought the executioner an ax!
  
  They take our daughters in full,
  They torture them and burn their bodies with fire!
  But we will inflict defeat on the Fuhrer,
  Know that our Elf never died!
  
  Let's play a wedding, after an evil war,
  Then the kids will give laughter!
  They are all blood relatives to me,
  I'm on the hunt, there will be fat game!
  
  And the oak, like an emerald, its foliage,
  Said the guy did a great job!
  Let the conscience be as clear as a crystal,
  And only in the pluses there will be numbers in the balance!
  These are the singers here, these delightful and unique girls. Which, if they already began to fight, then the shaggy bears could not resist them.
  Agripina, baring her face, hissed, cutting off a couple more orc heads with her swords:
  - I can do everything, and you will see it!
  Then she moved her bare foot in the groin of an officer, one of the aggressive and shaggy bears. And she really took and beat off his balls. That really was a girl - Superman.
  And against such, probably, any army of furry bears will be powerless.
  Agripina grinned and shoved her fingers into her mouth. And she blew with all her might. There was a terrible, aggressive, scraping sound. It was like being skinned from the air.
  And several hundred huge vultures circling over the battlefield got a heart attack and fell down like hailstones. And their sharp beaks began to pierce the skulls of the crawling orcs and split the bones. And, literally, knocking out brains.
  Agripina performed a butterfly technique with her swords, cut down several heads of these bears of a large gang and roared:
  - I'm cool, everything is subject to me,
  It's clear, it's clear!
  And the whole earth trembles,
  Crushing them with your bare heel!
  After that, the orcs, unable to stand it, turned into a wholesale flight. Girls and elves rushed to pursue them, and at the same time, performing a fighting and aggressive song;
  Nightmare always comes like a snake
  You do not expect him, but he creeps in the door!
  You are happy, generously well-fed family,
  You don't know that people are animals!
  Here began the raid of the dashing horde,
  Tatars are showering us with arrows!
  But we are born for a brave feat,
  And we will endure severe blows!
  
  No one knows if the good God
  So man went cruel!
  Death is knocking on the threshold -
  And Weselvul stuck his horns out of the fire!
  
  Yes, these are ancient times,
  In which we got so cool!
  After all, that was not my dream,
  We did not go to this, through the mountains-distant!
  
  But if you're in hell
  Rather, in the world of pain, slavery, battle!
  I still keep hope
  Let your heart beat all the rhythms!
  
  But trials, this is our chain,
  Which will not let thoughts be easy!
  And if necessary, we must endure,
  And if you shout, then with all the strength of your lungs!
  
  A poet, he is a songwriter and a rogue,
  But not on a hot battlefield!
  The vile enemies of the Fatherland will die,
  They will be buried quickly and for free!
  
  Now take it, rebuff the bow to Christ,
  Cross yourself, kissing the icons!
  I believe I will tell people the truth,
  As a reward, the Lord will give a lot-peculia!
  
  Darth Vader VS Satan
  Darth Vader's flagship battleship, looking like a huge iron, was approaching the planet Earth. Behind him moved other ships carrying death to the galaxy and the amazing foundations of the universe from one anti-world to another. Angled, space empire Sith. And next to them, streamlined, similar to predatory piranhas - a totalitarian Stelzanath beyond education.
  A two-meter thug in a mask, with broad shoulders and large horns on his helmet purred ferociously:
  You can't get away Luke Skywalker! It's either you or me, but we both have no place in the galaxy!
  Not inferior to Darth Vader in height and shoulder width, the curvy and athletic Lyra Velimara actively shook her magnificent bust. The combat suit on the girl-general was absolutely transparent and did not hide a single line, her muscular, girlish body. Her bronzed skin was flawless, and her nipples shone like rubies in the spotlight.
  Darth Vader greedily looked at the beauty. The two-star general of Stalzan (a space empire so bloodthirsty and prone to conquest that the black Sith power is an innocent baby against his background!), Looked defiantly sexy.
  But what can he unfortunate invalid? Use a cybernetic prosthesis?
  Lyra, intercepting his thoughts, announced in a triumphant tone:
  - Don't despair, my friend... There is Solomon's ring on Earth, which has such powerful magic that against its background, the power of Luke Skywalker is just a wisp of cigarette smoke!
  Darth Vader violently letting out air from under his mask, hissed:
  - Will I be able to get myself a real, living body?
  Lyra, with her balls of muscle rolling famously under her bronzed skin, said with a laugh:
  - Jinn and ifrit can do anything! This is power over the universe!
  Darth Vader sang out of tune:
  - Yes, the unfortunate universe hung,
  Countless darkness of evil genies!
  Solomon's hated ring -
  Launched and cut the head!
  
  But know Vader is certainly not a pawn,
  And not forever walk under the yoke ...
  Turns evil enemies into firebrands,
  Will become the ruler of the worlds!
  Lyra danced in response and pointed with her graceful, long and sharp finger at the blue ball:
  - That's the Earth!
  The beautiful athlete sang out loudly:
  - The earth is in the porthole, the earth is in the porthole, the Earth is visible in the porthole ... We aimed the blasters, measured the distance, and we will burn the man's house to the ground!
  However, the aliens rejoiced too soon. The news that dozens of large warships appeared, emerging from the darkness of space in earth orbit, caused the strongest panic among all fears and governments of the blue planet. Alien starships with thousands of combat weapons, many emitters made an irresistible impression on people.
  Fifty ships - twenty-five Imperial and twenty-five Stelzanath.
  Hellish power over the Earth... And for some reason people didn't really believe that the aliens came in peace.
  Lyra Velimara, suggested to Darth Vader:
  - Let me read an appeal to the earthlings!
  The Black Lord was indignant at this passage:
  - And why you? We have equal ships!
  The beautiful girl shook her powerful, bullish neck and giggled:
  - Yes, when they see your face, they get scared ...
  Darth Vader roared deafeningly, his voice choking like tigers in a noose:
  - And we must take the earthlings to fright! Let them raise their paws right away!
  Lyra Velimara, who already had the experience of destroying and conquering the planet earth, remarked with a giggle:
  - It's time, it's time, on the radio - Boyarsky spoke ... With his drunken voice - he scared the whole world!
  The black lord rushed towards the hologram, trying to grab the control scanner. Lyra grabbed Dart with the fingers of her playful legs, behind the mask and threw the thug away. Vader's battle suit grunted loudly and sparks blew out.
  And the bronze harpy Lyra burst out laughing:
  - Don't you, you dork, know that the lady should be let through first!
  The hyperion weapons of the Stalzanath empire unleashed their sizzling fire on satellites and other human waste products spinning in earth orbit.
  And then Lyra Velimara herself appeared. It arose immediately on all screens, even turned off TVs and computer monitors. She appeared naked and beautiful, with four cybernetic hairpins in her hair, spewing charm and annihilation magic. A real deity in the universe of brute force!
  The radiant vixen began to squeal with a nightingale chirp:
  - Earthlings! We are not going to conquer your miserable little world. You are too far from us to measure the empire with a large garrison. The girl's sapphire, topaz, and emerald eyes flashed furiously, or even blazed like hyperlaser beams. And the voice became much colder. - We will trivially disperse you into quarks, and with the help of a hypermagogravitator we will send your souls to the underworld, to eternal hellish torment!
  It sounded scary, but the fact that such rubbish was conveyed by a naked, and very appetizing woman, caused not so much horror as laughter!
  At that moment, a menacing face in a black mask appeared and, like a roar, through hypertitanium gills:
  - In short, give us Solomon's ring before we completely destroy you!
  Lyra shook her tanned chest, hissing:
  - Annihilated very painfully!
  Darth Vader added, shaking his fist in which the sword shimmering with red light was firmly clamped:
  - And we castrate without anesthesia!
  Who on planet Earth laughed, who cried, and who began to have nervous colic. And only one person on the blue sublunar felt genuine joy in himself. Turkish President Erdogan slowly approached the mirror. And showed himself the cookie. I admired the sparkling pebble, so harmoniously adorned with the index finger of my right hand.
  The heir of the Ottoman sultans bellowed:
  - Do you want Solomon's ring? Why not give a German wigwam to boot?
  Darth Vader, seeing through the holographic images the too cheerful reaction of the earthlings, hissed:
  - It is necessary to announce an ultimatum to people!
  Lira Velimar hatched Zenki sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow:
  - And what is this?
  Darth Vader, with a triumphant tone in the bottomless wells of his eyes, explained:
  - It's an international word. Annihilation guaranteed!
  Lyra giggled and noticed sparks from her long, monoatomically sharpened nails:
  - Oh boys! Only flesh can be annihilated... And Magogravity - it will be even cooler!
  Darth Vader, with a new, amazing power, turned on all the gravomag emitters. And he began deafeningly pushing the beluga.
  And what a voice the black lord had, even the armor was white-hot:
  - Ultimatum! Ultimatum! I will erase you into an annihilator!
  Lira Velimara rocked her magnificent bust and twisted her luxurious hips. At the same time, she squealed, remembering earthly folklore:
  - Russian mafia, you gave birth to death! Vodka with hydrogen - a member of men ruined! And we have cosmic Sabantuya power!
  And the warriors of the great Stelzanath will sing:
  - We are not miserable insects - superninja turtles ... Cannons - Cheburashka's ears - we will burn everyone like a blotter!
  The space aliens issued an ultimatum, but no effect. And then Lira Velimara suggested:
  - And let's do it in a cool way ... Shall we bang on BASIC?
  Darth Vader, for all his stupidity - what can you take from the brain, without hyperplasmic recharge, murmured:
  - Is it when aggressive negotiations are carried out with the help of a lightsaber?
  Lyra winked, pushed away the checkered dog with a horse's head with her bare foot. A mixture of a chessboard, a horse, and a crocodile squeaked, and resentfully spun the top. The girl-general stuck her leg in such a way that the hot ultraplasma tickled her bare heel, and roared, shaking her seven-colored head:
  - No handsome! Instead of a lightsaber, we'll hurl a thermoquark bomb!
  Darth Vader stuck out his long, snake-like cloned tongue and ran it along the salty edges of his mask. And sincerely squeals like a broken internal combustion engine:
  - I love thermoquark bombs, and thermopreon bombs even more!
  Lyra grimaced capriciously, again moved her foot, this time at the cat covered with nettle leaves:
  - You don't know how to cook with preon!
  The black lord answered logically:
  - If you don't know how, we'll teach you, if you don't want to, we'll force you!
  Lyra shook her clawed soldier's jaw.
  - Hyperplasmic Eruption! One thermoquark projectile!
  From the wide barrel of the gravity gun, a blue wave flared languidly. A small rocket, the size of a watermelon of ordinary size, rushed to the surface of the planet Earth.
  Velimara's lyre jumped like a dragonfly, and several naked warriors of Stelzanath with her.
  Darth Vader bristled his mask in a goofy grin.
  - And what will happen now?
  But the annihilation shot is not even visible to radars - the speed beyond the speed of the emitted photon flight star!
  Vladimir Putin did not have time to learn about the attack. Sometimes ignorance is the last act of God's mercy.
  Hyperplasmic Gehenna swallowed up the Supreme Commander of the most powerful army on the planet Earth. Millions of people evaporated into plasma and hyperplasm before they could comprehend the catastrophe that had occurred.
  Petals blossomed with hundreds of thousands of deadly annihilation tongues, each with its own unique hue and dynamic pattern of destruction.
  A giant brown fungus rose to a height of more than 500 kilometers, and the blast wave, having circled the globe several times, knocked out all the windows even in the United States. The glow engulfed the entire ionosphere, in all the immeasurable multitude of colors and inflorescences. Giant tsunami waves rose from the concussion. More than two hundred meters of water shaft covered all the continents, sinking tens of thousands of ships. Power lines were put out of action, cities plunged into darkness, only interrupted here and there by fiery patches of fires.
  From now on, a new era has begun on planet Earth. The hour of the Dragon has arrived.
  In response to the demonic flows of hyperenergy, Solomon's ring received a strong discharge.
  Erdogan felt the power of many hundreds of thousands of genies enter him. The President of Turkey instantly blushed and began to swell. An ordinary man with a small cockroach mustache (giving him a resemblance to Adolf Hitler!), grows like an avalanche rolling down Everest.
  The civil suit of the Ottoman dictator burst, and the muscles began to grow, as if by leaps and bounds. And, here Edrogan's expanding shoulders rested against the vault of the ancient Sultan's palace.
  For some time, the inflating bubble went in breadth, until, finally, the marble walls collapsed. Numerous Turkish bodyguards were scattered in different directions. And half-naked slaves, from the harem of the Ottoman dictator, scaredly jerking their bare legs, scattered or crawled away if they were not lucky enough to be crushed.
  And Odrogan kept growing, like a superman in size. The buildings of the Turkish capital Ankara flattened under his boots. Here the Ottoman dictator is already higher than Everest. And from the starships of Stalzanath and the Black Sith empire, his towering silhouette is very clearly visible.
  Lyra Velimara cooed lasciviously:
  - What a huge guy ... He has dignity - probably a lot!
  Darth Vader, tapping himself on the mask - so the image on it became muddied, hoarsely, croaked:
  - It's a colossus with feet of clay!
  Lyra released a couple of lightning bolts from her eyes, and cooed:
  - And apparently the voice should be angelic! - Followed by a wink, characteristic of an extremely expensive prostitute. - Sing a flower, don't be ashamed!
  And the Turkish dictator Edrogan continued to swell rapidly, like an inflatable bubble. And what is most dangerous, a long and also rapidly growing sword appeared in his hands.
  Now the growth of Edrogan is a thousand nautical miles, and this is not the limit. And how muscular the Turkish dictator has become - huge muscles literally bulge and shake - any, even the most rocked bodybuilder, will envy them.
  And his sword sparkles like stars that are intertwined in the inflorescence of an invincible treasurer.
  And the teeth of the President of Turkey are elongating, turning into very sharp, sinuous fangs of a rocket vampire. And the freshly baked batyr begins to brandish his gigantic sword.
  Lyra Velimara yells deafeningly:
  - A thermoquark charge on the Fuhrer ... Ugh, on the Turkish Sultan - fire!
  Darth Vader tapped the large, gilded control joystick with his glove and growled ironically:
  - And why not Hyperplasma! Fire is already an outdated earthly expression!
  Lyra Velimara how her elegant, girlish legs, naked, pink soles will knock on the metal floor:
  - Give the thermal eruption! Antipulsar bugs!
  And thermoquark missiles, leaving a fiery trail behind them, and a trail as wide as a bride's tail, rushed to Edrogan, swollen from a great number of spirits and genies that entered it.
  The Ottoman dictator, whose size was already comparable to the moon, waved his cosmic sword. And the starship of the Sith empire - the missile cruiser "Baboon" broke under a terrible blow. Splashed hyperplasmic fragments... And something incredible and phasmogorical fell down.
  And at the same time, it is quite trivial - since the clone soldiers died quite prosaically. Showing emotions no more than biorobots. But their commander Santa, not being a clone, was clearly nervous. And he remembered how many hatham slaves he secretly sold. Well, now he was definitely waiting for the inferno of the anti-universe and the torment of the dark side of the force!
  Erdogan's thermoquark missiles. Each of them carried the energy of a hundred billion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. And the powerful, muscular torso of the Ottoman dictator was covered with ulcers and flashes of exploding ultra-nuclear bombs.
  Lyra Velimara ran her bare foot over her graceful nose and squeaked:
  - Of course not! I want wine - a pack of Camel cigarettes!
  Darth Vader put his clawed paw on the girl's bare, muscular back and, running it over her, sang:
  - Sobriety is the norm of life!
  Lyra kneed the black lord's potential opponent in the jaw and hummed:
  - Order, first of all!
  Even though Erdogan was pierced with enough charges to destroy the moon, with Mercury to boot, the Ottoman Sultan grew even larger. He now really looked like a huge fairy ifrit. And his sword was actively looking for victims among the ships of Stelzanath and the Sith Empire.
  Darth Vader, looking at how thermoquark missiles did not cause the slightest harm to this mastodon from a fairy tale, and the superlaser perhaps even feed Erdogan's power, suggested to Lyra:
  - Shall we combine our efforts?
  The naked beauty from the Stalzan empire did not quite understand the black lord:
  - How? We are so united!
  Barely covered in a bikini, General Astara, this beefy warrior girl offered her own version:
  "Let's throw a thermopreon charge at him!"
  Darth Vader, who awakened the curiosity of the researcher and scientist of the dark side of the force, hoarse through the mask asked:
  - Is this a weapon based on the preon fusion process?
  Astara, arching her muscle-and-tendon torso, bowed low to the black lord.
  - Oh yes, my lord! Such a reaction makes it possible to use an energy equal to 1000 pentatons in a rocket. Or ten, no one hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima!
  The quick mind of the black lord made an instant count, and Darth Vader whistled in surprise:
  - Wow! From such an explosion, even the planet Jupiter will crumble into quarks!
  For some reason, Lira Velimara did not share such optimism too much:
  - Planet Earth will burn from such a blow. All life within the solar system will be destroyed!
  Darth Vader watched the space battle. Erdogan was trying to cut the battleship Stelzanath, which looked like a carnivorous piranha. He, using his phenomenal maneuverability, desperately tried to avoid defeat.
  However, hyperion weapons and superlager batteries were completely useless against Erdogan's ultra-magoplasmic flesh. It accumulated the energy of billions of genies, and the speed exceeded light.
  So there was a nimble armadillo, cut like a sausage with a knife. And at the same time huge sparks flew out hundreds of miles away.
  The Ottoman dictator shouted deafeningly:
  - Banzai! You will have a coffin design!
  Darth Vader, estimating the distance, remarked with genuine concern:
  - If the thermopreon charge explodes, then we ourselves will be blown away like a torch of butterflies!
  Lyra Velimara winked shyly at the black lord and confidently said:
  - Do not be afraid, my dark terminator! The termopreon has a cumulative tip!
  Lord Vader waved his hand hopelessly.
  - All right, fire! In the meantime, I will collect all the dark sides of the force!
  Erdogan, which included all seventy-two tribes of fairy spirits, soared above the Earth.
  The Sultan of Turkey twice exceeded the diameter of the Moon in its length and simply sparkled with demonic and phenomenal power. Such combat is now raging in space. Erdogan's sword takes off faster than lightning and smashes desperately firing starships.
  Even semi-annihilation particles are completely useless against such simply savage power of genies. The huge destroyer of the space empire, which fell into the tip of the blade, blazed with a yellow-blue flame and did not even leave fragments behind.
  But Lyra Velimara pulled out her "trump ace" from her sleeve - a thermopreon rocket. The thermopreon is capable, when fully released, of 7 quadrillion times more energy than a thermonuclear reaction.
  The cumulative thermopreon charge is slightly weaker, but it focuses the destruction incomparably more accurately. And now their belly of the flagship battleships is ejected a princesp-plasma blot.
  This is what a controlled and intelligently aimed fusion-based thermopreon rocket looks like outside the box. It doesn't have stable matter, so it's almost impossible to bring it down. But at the same time, the charge itself chooses a target.
  Princess-plasma blot scares Erdogan. He hesitates to dodge, but the ultra-advanced substance was faster. And like a spider, a hypernuclear bomb sucked to the mighty torso of the freshly baked king and emperor of genies!
  Lira Velimara clapped her paws hotly and sang:
  - I'll tear it apart! Let's break it down into quarks!
  Mighty as Hercules, Erdogan was severely skewed, and he, bent over, like a gutta-percha ball in half.
  A supernova exploded. Several nearby Stalzanath and Sith Empire starships were thrown back, a hyperplasmic shaft incinerating the platforms and barrels of a great many batteries. Crushed many clones and beautiful Amazon girls from the Stalzan empire.
  Erdogan himself twirled, turned around and... Became even bigger and scarier. The second sword, like a sprout of a carnivorous parasitic plant, pierced through his right hand.
  And the dictator of the Ottoman Empire laughed deafeningly:
  - Oh, you miserable space aliens.... You are just servants of Shaitan, but in fact, Shaitan is my servant!
  Meanwhile, a tornado was raging on planet Earth. The waves of the world's oceans instantly warmed up from a hypernuclear outbreak, and boiled with steep boiling water that scalded all living things. And the forests and high-rise buildings blazed.
  One hundred trillion Hiroshima blazed from the distance of the lunar orbit - this is not a joke! And the fire that engulfed the entire Earth literally burned it to hell.
  In the place of Washington, a bright, violent blaze of light flashed, then a colossal purple-brown flower appeared. Seven hyperplasmic petals separated from the dazzling bud, soaring into sky-high heights. They shone with all the colors of the rainbow for ten seconds , and then, instantly dimmed, fell off, leaving only gigantic purple-red sparks floating in the stratosphere.
  In the twinkling of an eye, tens, hundreds of millions of people burned down, scattering elementary particles. Those who were further away were blind and blazed like living torches. Fire painfully devoured human flesh. People's skin peeled off, hair turned to dust, skulls were charred. The blast wave, as if like an accordion, folded skyscrapers, burying alive many, until recently, such living and carefree individuals in hot concrete graves.
  A team of blond, half-naked Texas schoolboys was chasing a ball, and a gravity wave passed through them, leaving only ashen silhouettes on the burnt grass. Poor boys, what did they think about at the last moment: maybe they called their mother, or one of the heroes of the movie, innumerable computer games.
  The girl, returning from the store with a basket, went into the next world, smiling, without even having time to scream. The child simply shattered into photons, and only a miraculously surviving ribbon of the bow was spinning in an atmospheric vortex. People hiding in the subway, white and colored, were crushed like flies under pressure, those who at that time were flying in an airplane were thrown by the tornadoes of Gehenna beyond the stratosphere, and this is an even worse and slower death ... When in a chilling vacuum devouring the remnants of air by a predatory piranha , people beat their heads against the duralumin walls, and their eyes fall out of their sockets.
  Death has equalized the poor and the billionaire, the senator and the prisoner, the movie star and the scavenger. It seemed that millions of souls howled into the sky, the world turned upside down and perhaps for the first time people felt how thin the thread of life is and how much they need each other. Mother and child suffocated under the rubble, clinging to each other with such force that all the forces of the underworld could not tear them off.
  Even the semi-mechanical monster Darth Vader, impregnated to the eyeballs with the dark side of the force, felt the pain and suffering of billions of perishing earth.
  And in desperation he called to himself all the fibers and masses of the phenomenal manifestation of the dark side of the force.
  Lira Velimara supported him in this matter and extended a strong hand to the black lord. They merged mentally. Their bioplasmic fields instantly mixed up, the feminine and masculine principles united together, forming a union of theoplasmic forces.
  And after that, a colossal hyper-graviomagical collapse arose, carrying out amazing, literally super-fantastic transformations.
  The surviving starships of the space empire and Stelzanath began to gather into one whole, like balls of mercury. They rapidly merged, pressed into the princeps-plasma plasticine, creating a single and monolithic whole between them.
  Particles swirled all over space, coming off like sawdust in an induction coil. And then, in place of the flagship starship of the Sith Empire, a machine-gun burst of flashes like flashes followed, and after that a huge man appeared.
  His figure was strange. The torso and legs, like Lyra Velimara, are naked and seductive, but the head, shoulders and arms are covered in the black battle suit of Darth Vader.
  It turned out a frightening hybrid: the lord of dark forces, the warrior from the SS troops Stelzanat Velimara. Moreover, the dimensions of the thug in diameter with Venus. Such a monster was born, and was created by an extreme manifestation, hypergravity magic.
  Two lightsabers flashed in Darth-Lyra's hands, a red one and a purple one. Both weapons glowed and sparkled very brightly and intensely. Half vixen girl, half cybernetic organism moved towards Erdogan.
  Under the graceful, bare, girlish legs, the vacuum rumbled deafeningly. It seemed that this monster was simply marching through a minefield, where explosives are invisible, but this makes them even more destructive.
  The Turkish dictator, also swollen with the diameter of Venus, walked towards his counterpart. They approached, and one under the bare, girlish legs, and the other under high boots, rumbled like a million thunders ... emptiness!
  Darth Vader and Lyra in one bottle, saluted Erdogan with a sword.
  The Ottoman dictator only barked in response:
  - No mercy to the enemy!
  Darth Vader responded by slurring:
  - Repetition mother - kabaneniya!
  And their swords with a wild roar, the eruptions of a billion Krakatau volcanoes crossed. And the vacuum shook. Quarks danced in the ether vortices.
  Erdogan, feeling that his flesh woven by their numerous hordes of evil and good spirits, shuddered from the blow, growled:
  - At Satan! You are strong!
  Darth Vader continued his attack and barked:
  - And he was never weak!
  A hybrid of a black lord and a vixen warrior attacked Erdogan. And although his opponent was not inferior in strength and speed, but in the art of swordsmanship, of course, the Turkish president could not be compared with a warrior who was trained by the best warriors and swordsmen in the galaxy - the Jedi.
  Lyra's voice was already heard. This hellish girl also studied well. Since there were no men in their empire, the girls were nurtured in cybernetic wombs. They were taught to kill and fight even when the embryo was formed in a nutrient medium with the help of computer programs.
  - That the son of a Turkish citizen, you don"t like it, you have such a reception!
  And the princeps-plasma sword slashed Erdogan's well-fed mug. The cut off mustache of the Ottoman dictator fell down, twisted in the whirlwinds of the ether, began to tear apart, collapsing like a whole bunch of annihilation bombs. And blood poured from the cut cheek. Moreover, in every drop, genies and witches with brooms splashed.
  The Turkish dictator tried to answer, but Darth Vader very deftly dived under the curve of the sword-scimitar, and he himself thrashed the enemy on the side, severing a whole layer of the enemy's muscles. Erdogan roared even louder and attacked again.
  Darth Vader parried the swing, and the bare foot of the lyre hit the enemy right in the groin.
  Erdogan hooted painfully, and with a wild groan in which squeaky notes were felt, he croaked:
  "Now you're dead man!"
  Darth Vader accelerated his attack, and sang as he attacked:
  - And yet the end, it's not the end! The end is just the beginning!
  And now he holds his signature move, with the help of which Count Duko was defeated. The cut hand, along with the sword, hangs in the tide of vacuum. And then it starts tearing too. As if in one place they scored reusable, jet, launchers - emitting supernovas.
  Erdogan, bulging his eyes from unbearable pain, retreated and crashed his head into the Moon.
  The satellite of the planet Earth was deformed from the impact, it was covered with wide cracks, and an active eruption of magma began. The moon began to resemble a badly beaten face. Lira again moved Erdogan's foot under the knee, and Vader's sword from the defenseless side caught his shoulder, cutting off a thick piece of meat and muscles.
  The Ottoman dictator was already clearly swimming, his only surviving sword flew in a wide amplitude, but the tip of the black lord's red sword pierced right into the opponent's hands. Then a clear turn and another severed paw of Erdogan falls down to start tearing there, with annihilation and magic firecrackers.
  The Ottoman dictator is disarmed, and his last desperate attempt, like a dragon, is to blaze with a spark.
  It was like a trillion flamethrowers went off at once. And the plasma eruption flooded almost the entire solar system. Waves of frenzied flame, in a couple of seconds, rushed to the orbit of Pluto. The mask and hands of Darth Vader survived, but Lyra's bare, girlish heels were burned thoroughly.
  The girl-general screamed in pain - the fire severely scorched the sole, even large blisters swelled at once, on the burnt and blackened female feet and shins. It got to my knees...
  But Darth Vader, with a professional movement, in a jump and with a turn of the body and a converging movement of swords, demolished the large, horned head of the Ottoman President Erdogan.
  The huge head, not inferior in size to the moon, of the great warrior and ruler rolled away, and thick blue lips whispered:
  - All finish!
  After that, an explosion thundered, so deafening, destructive and huge that everything that happened before was a miserable match fire against the backdrop of a hydrogen bomb tested in space. Streams of annihilation hyperplasma flooded the space from the Sun, then Afla-Centaurus and Sirius...
  
  
  
  
  UNHAPPY BOY
  There lived one boy, he was still small, but deeply unhappy. At school, he was offended and persecuted, at home his parents were always busy and scolded him for bad grades, and even beat him for deuces with a belt. And all of his fool, mentally retarded, coward - poisoned and beaten.
  The boy was tired of this, and decided to leave his evil city and away from the hated school, wherever his eyes look.
  The boy was still small and naive. He thought that only in his city such evil people and especially children live, and in other cities everyone is good and kind. And it cannot be otherwise, because the square TV box is excitedly repeated that their country is the most humane, kind, beautiful and best in the world. That in his country all the children are happy or will definitely become happy, and the party and its great leader will lead to communism - when everyone gets what they want.
  And the beaten and harassed boy sincerely thought that the children at school were so cruel and evil that they were recruited by the CIA and the Mossad, that it was the fault of America's fat-bellied bourgeois in the city that there were empty shelves and people were standing in long lines. That everything was fine, if not for the bourgeois and saboteurs that cross borders at night. That it is their fault that the potatoes rot and the children's teeth hurt. And apparently injections were also invented to torture people in the USA.
  But to be such that evil rules in all the cities of his vast Motherland, so that the evil agents of the CIA seduce and spoil all the children, teaching them to fight and beat the recumbent.
  No, there should be a city in its best and most humane country in the world, where everyone is kind and smiles at each other and you can safely reach out for a handshake without fear that a pin hidden between your fingers will stick into it.
  The boy firmly believed in this, that there are still kind and peaceful cities. And he, having hardly waited for the first, warm spring days, secretly from his parents scooped everything out of the refrigerator. And there were not so many products in the most humane, rich, kind and peace-loving country in the world. I stuffed my bag and knapsack with this, shaking out the textbooks and notebooks beforehand, that they created additional heaviness and ... Every now and then, looking around cowardly, he opened the door and jumped out into the street.
  The boy was always afraid to go out into his own yard. It seemed to him that there he would definitely be beaten, maimed, humiliated, spit on, or something else would be done worse. But it is still early spring morning, everyone goes to school, there is a chance to slip past the yard hooligans and go further. From this quarter, where he became an outcast and a laughingstock, to where they still do not know. Where he is just a white-haired boy with a height cap.
  Why are people so angry? What did he do to them that they hate him so fiercely? And moreover, they hate it, in the most humane, kind, humane and fair country not on the globe? What did he do to them? Has he offended, slandered, humiliated, spit, betrayed anyone?
  Didn't he tell everyone that one should be kind, sympathetic, help each other. That fighting is bad, and the weak need help? But for this they still considered everyone a fool, a weakling, a moron ... and some other complicated and incomprehensible word - a pacifist?
  But isn't it strange that all children's fairy tales, books, and television taught us this. Shouldn't people strike just like that: sublimely noble, prone to self-sacrifice, standing up for each other like a mountain. Isn't man a man's brother? Isn't the true meaning of life to do good?
  So why in reality, what was taught in books, in movies, and even in computer science lessons is refuted? It is considered stupid, absurd, funny, bad!
  Why in our children and his peers, so much anger and hatred, unwillingness to listen to their conscience, the desire for violence and destruction? Where is education going, and the cult of good deeds in their most humane and humane power of the world. In a power that helps and protects the oppressed in all parts of the globe. Which saves blacks, Indians, all who are tight and ill from hunger and natural disasters.
  The boy was called... He felt fear. Now they will be caught and bullied.
  He pretended not to hear and quickened his pace.
  In response, a wild roar:
  - Hold the brake! We will kill you!
  The wild frenzy in his voice strikes, so much hatred for him? For what? What did he do to them? And they hate him, the one who always spoke about kindness, about friendship, about mercy in the way that they would not hate the unfaithful, the one who would slaughter their own mother.
  But the boy had already made up his mind, to leave this city, not to go to this damned, hated school anymore. Escape from this hellish sewer and find some other, kind, clean, friendly city. After all, it may be that in his most philanthropic country there were no such cities.
  The boy was very afraid that they would catch up with him, clumsy and weak, and beat him on the neck, that he would not be able to leave. But there is also a bus. You just need to jump into it, then the bully and the bandit will fall behind.
  This time the boy was lucky, and at the very last moment he managed to jump onto the closing footboard of the bus. The door was squeezed by a thin, childish hand, fortunately not much, and he managed to hold on to a knapsack full of groceries.
  Travel by bus in those days still cost a meager sum, and it was unprofitable in a small town to pay a salary to the conductor. Moreover, people are honest and they do not feel sorry for four kopecks. A couple of peers, could not catch up with the boy and kneaded their anger on the trash can. He was brutally kicked with his feet, as if the iron was to blame for the fact that the desired prey slipped away. And the boy was driving and praying to the Lord God (who, by the way, as they were taught, does not exist at all!), so that the door would open soon and he would free his hand.
  Finally the next stop, the hand is free and you can sit down on the seat and take a breath. The farther the boy moved away from his hated courtyard, the calmer his soul became. Where they do not know, it is safer there.
  Although perhaps another boy, on the contrary, in his place, would dream of being closer to home, looking for protection in its impregnable walls. But the courtyard of the house always caused fear in the boy. He even dreamed of nightmares and his hellish, ruthless peers. The boy tried to walk as little as possible on the street. After the lessons, I ran as fast as I could to the locker room in order to be in time before the hated, cruel-hearted peers come out and start mocking, or even immediately beating me. The boy found consolation only in books. There was then no computer, no Internet, not even on TV - only three channels, where at best they show the pioneers of excellent students, or a singing choir - how good it is to live in their most humane and humane country in the world. And at worst, boring reports from the fields, and constant battles for the harvest. And only once a week, on Sunday, it was possible to watch, strictly according to the limit, some interesting, feature film or a program visiting a fairy tale.
  And the boy loved to bury himself in books, drawing in them the sublime, noble and fabulous.
  And he often at the lesson, if his peers spitting from the pipe, or shooting with a rubber band, didn"t get too tired, he also thought about the fabulous, kind world. About the fact that when communism is finally built and there will be a universal, universal brotherhood.
  And then the children from Alpha Centauri, Sirius, Ursa Major, Sagittarius constellation, will unite together. And smiling broadly, they hold hands. For example, children from the constellation Pisces have heads covered with silvery scales and golden, sparkling fins. And in the Sagittarius Constellation, they probably look like Centaurs.
  Everything is very peaceful and beautiful. They give each other gifts, sing songs. There is no enmity, no malice, no one will put a button or a dead frog in the back of another.
  Communism would soon come, and the hated CIA, which entangled the whole world in a web of hatred and taught our Soviet children to hate goodness - let it perish and be destroyed! After all, they are the Americans who gave rise to the nightmares of war from the extermination of the Indians to Afghanistan. In their radio voices they drive people crazy and make them raise their hands, brother against brother, inspiring hatred from the cradle!
  The bus slowly glides along the route. Outside May, the morning - the day is just beginning. Yes, the boy is not afraid of the dark. On the contrary, when it is dark there are more chances to slip unnoticed past peers, to dissolve in darkness. In winter, when it's cold and the nights are long, and especially in severe frost, you can go out into the street and seriously expect to slip past the guys full of anger.
  In winter, hooligans also get cold and go out less often. But in the warm season, just the torment begins. And just going to the store turns into torture. And the boy thinks, invent some kind of zero-transition module, so that once you are already in the store, and then you press the button and you are already at home.
  It may be good that artificial wings have not yet been invented, in his apartment, on a high floor, the boy can feel relative safety. When you sweat from a fast run, you finally open the door and jump into the apartment, you feel like an Olympic champion has crossed the finish line - you are at home and you are safe. You can finally take a breath and find solace in reading some regular book. Fortunately, they have left a library from their great-grandfather, which the academician will envy.
  The driver signaled that they were already at the final stop and everyone needed to leave. The boy found himself in an unfamiliar area. He hadn't stopped in until the very end. And this novelty seemed pleasant and surprising. As if it is worth taking a step, and you, like Eli from the Wizard of the Emerald City, will find yourself in a fabulous and happy country.
  
  WAR TO THE VICTORIOUS END
  April 13, 1945. City of Berlin, the building of the Imperial Chancellery.
  Foreign Minister Ribbentrop had just returned from the talks that he was holding with the Soviet delegation headed by the well-known squabbler and enemy of Germany, Molotov. Despite the fact that during the last battles four Soviet tank armies were almost completely destroyed. And on April 1, the supply of Western aid under Lend-Lease ceased, Stalin put forward deliberately inflated demands.
  Ribbentrop sadly told Rommel:
  - Negotiations with the Soviet delegation reached an impasse. A compromise zero option - a return to the borders of June 1941 did not suit Stalin. Koba demands - the Klaipeda region, East Prussia and all of Poland within the borders of 1939. It also claims the lands of Slovenia, part of Hungary and the oil fields of Romania. He declares that millions of Soviet soldiers did not die in order to come to where it all began. In addition, Joseph demands reparations from us, the release of all military and civilians ... And he promises to release ours only for a ransom! Further, Stalin also wants to receive territorial acquisitions from Finland.
  Field Marshal Fuhrer Rommel gloomily remarked:
  - After the coup in June 1944, we were forced to continue a slow and stubborn retreat on the eastern front. Although the allies defeated in Normandy went with us to a relatively honorable peace for them, but ... The Red Army is too strong, and we took care of the soldiers to the maximum, preferring active defense and short counterattacks. Yes, the Russians went to the Vistula and even at the cost of huge losses crossed it, broke into Slovakia, almost captured Romania ... But all these successes cost them dearly. We were also bleeding, but I managed to establish a more or less satisfactory defense and reduce the loss ratio by three to four times in our favor. But Stalin apparently does not understand that his country is also exhausted, and the allies, having stopped helping Russia, will begin to rely on us?
  Ribbentrop answered with a joyful smile:
  - The largest overseas sharks are already promising us support in exchange for the lands that we will receive by conquering the USSR! The Labor government in Britain is still hesitating, but many private structures are ready to support us! We are promised help by Brazil, Spain, Portugal, and especially Argentina. Perron does not even rule out that he openly enters the war on our side. The Finns also vow to go to the end! In Italy, Mussolini's positions in the north have strengthened, while pro-Western forces still control the south. We are ready to continue the war, my Fuhrer!
  Rommel succinctly ordered:
  - Speer to me!
  The skilful, industrious and talented Imperial Minister of Armaments and Ammunition, sat in his proper place. Speer managed, despite all the difficulties, to significantly increase the production of weapons and very quickly put into serial production more advanced class self-propelled guns - "e", "LEV" and "Panther" -2.
  The still young and very energetic economic dictator of the Third Reich reported:
  - In the field of tank building, not only a qualitative, but also a quantitative breakthrough has been achieved. In December 1944, 1960 tanks and self-propelled guns were produced. And this is despite all the military difficulties and the launch of the world's best cars into mass production! In particular, E-25, Leo and Panther-2!
  At the moment, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns is about two thousand per month, of which in March the latest vehicles: E-10, E-25, Lev, Panther-2 accounted for more than two-thirds of the tank fleet!
  Rommel asked dryly:
  - Are you sure that our tanks are superior to the Soviet ones?
  Speer, trying to give his tone reasonableness, said:
  - Our designers, albeit belatedly, were able to create vehicles with a more or less successful layout, armor, armament and driving performance. Especially successful was the E-25. When booking a forehead of 100 millimeters with a rational angle of inclination of forty degrees, sides and stern of 60 millimeters and armament of an 88-mm cannon of caliber EL 71 - self-propelled guns, a reserve of shots of 80, weighs only 26.6 tons. With an engine of 700 horsepower, the car accelerates over 75 kilometers per hour. In addition, given the weight reserve, the sides of the self-propelled gun are additionally reinforced with 30 mm screens. Thus, both the rollers and the screen cover the side, which means that the machine holds the impact of the T-34-85 shells not only on the forehead, but on the side. The very same 88-millimeter gun pierces at a distance of 150 - 148 mm armor at an inclination of 60 degrees. Given the rate of fire, the accuracy of our 88 mm cannon, the best anti-tank gun in the world! And forehead protection allows you to take shots, even IS-2. Moreover, the pointed shells of Soviet guns are very sensitive to ricochet. And our high-quality cemented armor has a high surface hardness and ricochets perfectly at an angle of rational inclination!
  Rommel logically remarked:
  - And all this was achieved thanks to the fact that the engine, transmission and gearbox are located together, in one block. Thus, they saved on the cardan shaft, and reduced the height of the car to 144 centimeters. The machine surpasses all Soviet models and is relatively easy to manufacture. Although, for example, you still cannot create such a tank!
  Speer retorted:
  - "Panther"-2 and especially the tank "Lev" take into account the latest developments and enhancements. In particular, the "Panther" -2 managed to meet the weight of 47 tons, increasing the armament and stock of shells to the level of the "Royal Tiger", and slightly inferior in armor. And that's twenty-one tons of difference. The 700-horsepower engine gives you a speed of 55 kilometers on the highway, and 30 kilometers per hour on the rockade. New cars are already going into series with a 900 horsepower engine and can accelerate to 70 kilometers per hour. The "Lion" with a 105-mm cannon has no equal in armament, surpasses the "King Tiger" in frontal armor, with equal sides and stern. And all with a weight of 51 tons, with an engine of 900 horsepower. Our new tanks - have excellent driving performance, which means they can be used in an offensive war!
  Rommel grinned and again showed erudition:
  - And in this tank, the engine, transmission and gearbox are located in front of the vehicle body, and the turret is shifted back. They also tightened up the layout. But we need a "Lion" with stronger side armor!
  Speer bowed and said:
  - In the E-50 tank, we will embody the protection and armament of the Maus, not exceeding seventy tons of weight!
  Rommel released Speer and invited the Imperial Air Minister Saur. Also a very skilled and capable manager.
  The Imperial Minister said with a victorious air:
  -Our aviation has taken total air supremacy! And first of all thanks to the heroic German industry! The new jet aircraft that entered service with the Luftwaffe in 1944 are mass-produced and in ever-increasing volumes. They have a speed advantage over Soviet vehicles of 200-350 kilometers per hour and are armed with powerful 30mm cannons and rockets! Fighters ME-163, Me-262, BA-349 and especially cheap, light, maneuverable and easy to manufacture HE-162 proved their overwhelming superiority over enemy Laggs and Yaks. The high-speed reconnaissance and bomber Ar-234 has such a speed that not a single Soviet fighter can catch up with it!
  At the same time, what is most significant, we were able to achieve parity with the enemy in the quantitative production of machines. 150 ME-262 fighters are produced per week, very powerful weapons and survivable in battle, already 300 and this figure is growing HE-162 fighters, and 120 with an increase in AP-234. More advanced models of the ME-262 with swept wings, the ME-1010 with wings where the sweep is adjustable, the He-262 with better armament and flight characteristics, and most importantly the Yu-287 are on the way. The latest machine with reverse swept wings will have excellent bombing accuracy.
  In total, we plan to increase the production of jet aircraft to two hundred aircraft a day, completely suppressing the enemy!
  Rommel logically remarked:
  - And our screw machines are quite successful. For example, the evolution of the Focke-Wulf - TA-152. Yes, and the TA-400 in the version of a jet bomber with six engines shows great promise!
  Zaur proudly hissed:
  - TA-400 can bomb Soviet factories beyond the Urals, reach speeds of up to 800 kilometers and carry more than 10 tons of bombs! So is the XO-18 tailless bomber, with a flight range of 16,000 kilometers! And jet TA-183 and other machines! We will dominate the air!
  Field Marshal Fuhrer released Zaur. Now it was time to talk to Schmeisser.
  german machine gun
  StG 44 (German: Sturmgewehr 44 - 1944 assault rifle) is a German assault rifle developed during World War II. About 850 thousand pieces were produced. Among the modern type of automata, it became the first development that was mass-produced.
  It differs from submachine guns (PPSh, etc.) of the Second World War by a significantly longer range of aimed fire, primarily due to the use of the so-called intermediate, more powerful, and with better ballistics than pistol cartridges used in submachine guns.
  Automation StG 44 - vented type with the removal of powder gases through a hole in the barrel wall. The barrel bore is locked by tilting the bolt in a vertical plane. Skew occurs by the interaction of inclined planes on the gate and bolt carrier. Gas chamber - without the possibility of regulation. The plug of the gas chamber with the auxiliary rod is unscrewed with a special drift only when cleaning the machine. For throwing rifle grenades, it was necessary to use special cartridges with 1.5 g (for fragmentation) or 1.9 g (for armor-piercing-cumulative grenades) powder charge. The standard weight of gunpowder in the 7.92x33 Kurz cartridge is 1.57 g. The gas piston with the rod is combined with the bolt stem.
  Schmeisser also expressed optimism that the new machine - St 54 - will be even more reliable and better, with high accuracy of fire.
  Von Braun also expressed genuine optimism - the A-10 and A-11 missiles promised to fly at a distance of up to 1000 kilometers and hit with great accuracy, guided by radio.
  With the atomic bomb, things were worse until the nuclear reactor was just launched. But also in a couple of years they promised that the queen of the bombs would go into series!
  But most importantly, the Americans and the British promised to help the Third Reich and its satellites in the fight against world communism!
  Field Marshal Fuhrer Rommel decided:
  - Tell Stalin that we are resuming hostilities in full, then the complete and total destruction of communism!
  April 13, 1945 was the day of the big rejection!
  The German war dealt the main blow from Hungary, in order to avoid forcing the full-flowing Vistula. The offensive began on April 20, when the Nazi divisions were understaffed.
  The Germans managed to break through the first line of defense, almost on the move. They actively used night attack tactics to prevent the Russians from using their numerous artillery. At night, of course, the fire is not so effective, and the Nazis have night vision devices.
  Quite quickly, the second line of defense was also broken, and two boilers were formed. But by order of the headquarters, large reserves entered the battle. Although it was not possible to defeat the Nazis, Mainstein's offensive was suspended.
  The Germans, after a month of stubborn fighting, only managed to recapture part of Slovakia, advancing no more than 70-80 kilometers.
  The Fritz offensive in East Prussia was even less successful. They broke through only the first line of defense, and faced a dense defense. It turned out that the Red Army knew how to dig in and defend itself. And deal serious damage.
  Only in Romania did Kisselring achieve major successes. Fascist troops created three boilers, and captured almost all of Moldova and Bukovina. But even there they were not allowed to break through to Odessa, stopping at the Bug - a natural water barrier! But the Germans still managed to capture a lot of land. Including on the Black Sea coast, and the Ukrainian region of Chernivtsi. Thus, moving the front line away from the oil fields of Romania. But their April and May successes were limited to this.
  The Red Army was on the defensive, and the industry produced a lot of military equipment. Especially Yak-9 fighters and T-34-85 tanks.
  In the summer, Rommel found himself in a difficult position - Germany's human resources were already depleted, and the offensive led to heavy losses. It was not necessary to count on a repetition of the forty-first year. Soviet troops are hardened in battle, the generals have gained experience at a high price, and a fairly dense and in-depth defense has been built.
  So, you had to pay for moving to the east.
  In the center, Soviet troops still held bridgeheads across the Vistula. Stalin did not want to retreat.
  Rommel decided to launch an air attack on the USSR. Since the bombing is at least an expensive occupation, but the human losses during such an offensive are much less! Moreover, the United States and Britain with its colonies and dominions began to provide more and more active assistance with weapons, resources and even volunteers.
  Air attack by jet aircraft and cautious attempts to break through by large tank armies.
  But Stalin did not want to sit passively and wait for defeat! On June 22, his troops launched an offensive in the Slovak direction. In response, the Americans sold a thousand B-29 bombers on credit to Germany.
  The Germans dominated the air and so far could repel, using the qualitative superiority in tanks and self-propelled guns, the attacks of the Red Army. At the end of July, the German Army Group South went on the offensive in an attempt to create another pocket. Soviet troops were able to stop the German offensive. The Nazis advanced about thirty kilometers and, avoiding heavy losses, stopped. In August, the Red Army also advanced in East Prussia.
  Over the summer, the front line has not changed much.
  The United States, meanwhile, dropped two atomic bombs on Japan. Hirohito announced his surrender on August 16. America untied its hands and stepped up the supply of technology, raw materials and equipment to the Third Reich.
  The pressure of the German aviation intensified. The Nazis hoped to bomb the USSR. The autumn passed in an exchange of blows and offensive attempts on both sides. Both sides tried to avoid unnecessary losses.
  But in general, the superiority of the Luftwaffe in the air became obvious. During 1945, the Third Reich and the satellites produced more than sixty thousand aircraft, mostly jets, and received another thirty thousand from the Allies. The USSR produced only forty-five thousand cars. Moreover, inferior to the enemy in speed, weapons and armor.
  1946 also began with an attempted big offensive by the Red Army. But the Germans threw their best pyramidal tank E-50 into battle and were able to defeat the Soviet units, pushing them back to Poland and Slovenia. But the heavy snowfalls and mass heroism of the Soviet troops stopped the fascist hordes on the Neman and a little beyond Grodno! With the support of Bandera, the Fritz entered Lvov. Nevertheless, a large-scale offensive, or rather its failure, led to the fact that the USSR lost its footholds in Eastern Europe, and now the war has again moved entirely to the territory of the Bolshevik Russian Empire!
  In May, Rommel's troops tried to build on their success, but after several months of fighting, they only reached the line, Baranovichi, Vilna, then approached Riga. The Nazis were a little more successful in the South - they took Vinnitsa and Zhytomyr - approaching Kyiv! And Odessa was cut off from the Soviet troops.
  However, the Germans also suffered enormous losses - teenagers from the age of fourteen and grandfathers from the age of sixty-five were drafted into the army. Several women's divisions were even created, as well as separate sniper and aviation regiments where the weaker sex fought!
  In autumn, the Germans defended themselves, and the Soviet army felt them. In winter, too, battles were in full swing. It was not possible to break the Germans, who retained overwhelming air supremacy. The besieged Soviet cities of Riga and Odessa fell, but the Fritz could not develop the offensive further.
  In 1947, the Soviet T-54 tank began to enter serial production, which was supposed to compete with the main German, pyramidal E-50. True, the Soviet car was still inferior to the German one in armor and weapons, but it was cheaper and lighter. Mass production began in July.
  In aviation, things were worse, but on December 30, 1947, the flight of the first Soviet serial jet fighter MIG-15 finally took place.
  This means that the fascist monopoly in the air will be finished.
  Mass production began in May 1948. The machine itself was only slightly inferior in speed and armament to the ME-362. True, the Germans still had a head start in well-established production and combat experience of aces. But it became clear that in the air the USSR was about to reach parity.
  In the autumn of 1948, new negotiations began.
  Germany was depopulated, but the USSR was also bled dry. In addition, German physicists were able to get ahead of the Soviet ones, and the Third Reich had already successfully tested a nuclear bomb.
  Rommel offered a moderate option - the Germans get everything that they have already won. From Riga to Odessa.
  Stalin, in response, agreed to the zero option. Neither we to you, nor you to us!
  Negotiations again reached a complete impasse.
  Koba met in turn with every more or less significant industrialist, designer and military expert.
  After he publicly read out a speech: which he announced that he would wage war against fascism to the bitter end!
  Day 7 November 1948. Became a day of great change and decision!
  Epilogue
  December 21, 1954... New York... The tallest skyscraper in the United States is lavishly hung with red flags.
  Stalin, whose image is shown on huge screens and on all the billboards of the people's American republic, is waving with a smile to the Soviet troops passing along Lenin Avenue!
  The whole world is celebrating the seventy-five-year-old comrade Stalin - the first emperor of the planet Earth!
  
  THE BECOMING OF LUCIFER
  Although it was not easy for him, but still relatively young and not having time to harden his soul, the warrior Palpatine managed to step over the barrier.
  Karolina should have been killed with her own hands and with a lightsaber. But in order to hide the traces, a small, nuclear charge was laid in the palace itself.
  Darth Sidious was already fluent with a lightsaber, and on the way to the queen he cut down her personal guards. Then, he ordered her to kneel down and take off her expensive shoes - so that she would die as it was customary, barefoot on the scaffold.
  Carolina showed up. Palpatine revealed his true face to her and the august person burst into tears violently. After that, for the first time in his life, Dart used force lightning ... And when the charred queen calmed down, the merciless Sith Lord put a nuclear weapon on the detonator and left the palace.
  The inhabitants of the underwater world were accused of sabotage, because of which a fierce war broke out between the two worlds of the planet. Despite their technological superiority, the underwater race managed to survive. In addition, representatives of the Republican Senate intervened, who could not allow the genocide.
  Palpatine has earned himself the laurels of a peacemaker and has now reached the galactic level, so far only in the role of a modest assistant to the senator from Naboo, but very quickly gaining popularity for himself.
  His teacher Plagast approved of the apprentice's elevation, but he himself became more and more immersed in the scientific study of the Magochlorians. He wanted to gain immortality himself and learn to resurrect the dead. In addition, Plagast, with outward ruthlessness, just felt affection for some of his relatives and dreams of their speedy resurrection.
  Palpatine's daughter grew up and became a queen. And she soon had her own offspring. The husband did not formally become king, but he was a completely legal spouse, and a former Jedi officer, though not of the highest level of skill. Officially, he received the title of prince and junior co-ruler - under the leadership of the queen.
  But Palpatine did not like his unofficial son-in-law: too kind, noble, outwardly very handsome, and looking much younger than his years.
  Yes, and the daughter of the black ruler grew up extremely kind and sympathetic. Quite similar in character to her father - who dreamed, probably, of becoming the worst person in the universe.
  In any case, Plagast no longer had to persuade his apprentice. Palpatine made the decision on his own - to destroy both his daughter and her husband.
  But of course in such a way as not to light up yourself. And this is not easy, so the protection of the palace after all the unrest and sabotage was significantly strengthened.
  Palpatine decided to stage an accident on the starship. He managed, using his influence, to achieve the flight of the royal family to Corusan, the metropolis planet and the capital of the republic. Allegedly, an invitation to a great holiday - the millennium of a great formation.
  He learned well the lessons of Master Plagast;
  The teacher promised the student that although his training would be serious, they would be free from the Rule of Two. By breaking the vicious circle prescribed by Darth Bane, they would not hide anything from each other, would not experience jealousy and mistrust in their relationship, and thus would serve the dark side together. Sidious studied under the Muun for decades, during which Plagast taught his apprentice everything he knew himself so that all of Plagast's newfound power would not be lost. Plagueast's lessons forced Palpatine to face his fears, robbed him of all his joys, and robbed him of everything he held dear. The Dark Lord taught Sidious that emotions such as envy and hatred, although necessary to master the dark side, were only means to abandon conventional notions of morality for a greater purpose. Plagast also lectured his student on the means to seize power with the ultimate goal of controlling the galaxy.
  But the most effective way of learning was passing virtual barriers, and multidimensional cinema.
  In helping Palpatine advance through the ranks, the master gave Thaler Sidious access to his Sith holocron, as well as many others. He trained Palpatine in lightsaber combat, the use of Force lightning, forced him to absorb all kinds of knowledge about various weapons and dark side techniques, but give them only the value that is necessary for the true purpose of the Order. At the same time, Plagast, under the guise of the Grandee of Damascus, did everything necessary so that no one suspected him of being related to Palpatine.
  So here a simple thing happened - the starship hit the asteroid stream. Moreover, already at the return of the starship, when many pilots took strong drinks.
  And Palpatine was not only not suspected, but was even awarded an order for showing concern and dissuading him from a risky route. But there are such ways of excuses that a person will definitely do exactly the opposite. And the provocation worked, and there the devices were slightly damaged.
  Both heirs and spouse died, only the little Princess Padme Amidala, Palpatine's granddaughter, survived. He inherited the throne on Naboo.
  And Darth Sidious added to the list of his crimes. However, not everything was approved by Plagast.
  "You have the Force, apprentice, and a talent for leadership. More importantly, you have the bloodthirstiness of a serial killer, although we should hold it in reserve - unless the violence serves some exclusive purpose. We are not butchers, Sidious, as some of the Sith of the past. We are the architects of the future."
  "How long?"
  "In a decade - and not a day earlier."
  But patience in restraining oneself did not want to manifest itself. Although sometimes Witt himself wondered why he suddenly became so cruel. Does he have so much aggression from birth? Moreover, in a friendly circle, Palpatine gave the impression of a kind person.
  Darth Sidious even introduced a new theory: a true Sith must hide his thoughts so skillfully that even the teacher does not understand the catch! Even if he calls himself Plagast the Wise!
  While Palpatine was beginning to enter galactic politics, his mentor made a new breakthrough in his research. The will of the criminal Yinchorri, presented to Damascus by a delegation of the same race, was broken under the influence of the Force, despite the internal natural resistance of the reptilians. Plagast also conducted a lot of experiments on other samples, testing his own abilities. At the next Meeting in the Cache, Plagast outlined to Sidious the guidelines according to which the Sith should act, spoke about his long-term elimination of Kerred Sante and ordered Sidious to order the assassination of Senator Vidar Kim so that Palpatine would take his place. Plagast himself visited the planet Kamino, where he negotiated with the local race of clone makers to create an army of obedient Yinchorri. Later, Damascus and his subordinates departed for Serenno, where Plaguest spoke personally with the Jedi present there. So he found out that the Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn had a dislike for corporations, and his former master Dooku considered the position of the Republic unsustainable. Plagast skillfully planted seeds of doubt in Master Sifo-Dyas's heart, gently persuading him that the Republic needed an army.
  True, who will go to create an expensive military machine without war? And the Sith wanted to control precisely the method of violence, because a different way is contrary to their teachings.
  In the political session of accepting more than a dozen Trade Federation worlds into the Republic, Plaguest and Sidious met again under the guise of Damascus and Palpatine. Following a pre-arranged plan, Palpatine delivered a spectacular speech that generated screams and chaos in the Senate. Plagast was pleased, because the planets of the Trade Federation became part of the Republic and in the future the Sith could unleash a galactic war with their hands. But Plagast knew that the resentful Senator Pax Tim had conspired with Damascus' other enemies - the Sante security structure - and would now take more active steps to remove Damascus. Therefore, Plagast deliberately set Palpatine up with Tim at a political session and used the student as bait while testing him. Despite the successful actions of Sidious, Tim managed to outsmart both Sith by ordering the Maladian assassins of Plagast. Because the latter concentrated all his strength to stop the kidnapping and locate Tim, he was unaware that a second attack was planned against him.
  And Darth Sidious felt it, but was already thinking about getting rid of the guardianship of a mentor.
  During Larsh Hill's induction ceremony at the Order's lodge on Coruscant, Darth Plagast was nearly killed by mercenaries. Palpatine's assistant, Pestage, contacted the Maladians and, having received the necessary information, immediately notified Palpatine of this. Both arrived at the scene of the assassination and found only the wounded and barely breathing Plagast alive, who wrapped the wound with the Force; the rest of the Muuns from Damascus Capitals were killed. Later, Palpatine took personal revenge on Tim by killing Tim himself and many other members of the Gran Protectorate at the Malastare embassy on Coruscant. The police have not found the perpetrators of the crime, despite the formation of a special team to investigate these deaths in the wake of the murder of Senator Kim. As a result, Damascus Capitals did not lose its leader, but Hego Damascus retired from the affairs of the Galaxy.
  Darth Sidious hatched plans quite cunningly. He did not kill his granddaughter Padva, but rather became friends with her. And with outward reluctance, he became a senator.
  The influence of the black lord grew, the third Sith Darth Maul appeared. Also trained in barbarian methods, and a very capable fighter. However, Maul's giftedness in strength is not so great that he could become a full-fledged heir.
  In addition, both Plagast and Thaler are still people, and not without signs of racists. They did not really want the throne of the future Sith Empire to be inherited by a non-human race.
  Therefore, perhaps the death of Darth Maul was predetermined. In addition, Palpatine almost died during a duel with his student, and only superiority in strength saved the future emperor from death.
  Darth Sidious felt annoyed that someone in the universe was better at using his lightsaber. And this also left its mark. Fortunately for a human couple, Maul, due to his limitations, could not surpass them in knowledge of the dark side of the force!
  Damascus and Palpatine did everything to ensure that the Naboo crisis benefited both of them. By the time Darth Maul had launched an operation on Naboo to destroy the Jedi, Damascus had taken active steps to orchestrate a new crisis. By contacting the heads of the Corporate Union, the Guild of Commerce, the Techno Union and other corporations, Damascus convinced them of the Republic's vicious actions towards their worlds. Palpatine, having secured his election as Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, decided it was time to complete the Grand Plan alone. After learning from Plagueast everything he needed and using his master's connections to obtain the coveted position, Palpatine considered the aging Muun nothing more than an obstacle. Plagast, on the other hand, seemed to have complete confidence in his apprentice.
  Moreover, Darth Maul died and the rule of two was automatically restored.
  There was still a lot of work and time ahead, and Darth Sidus simply did not have the opportunity to train a new student.
  So, why don't their tandem exist for a few more years - until the Jedi order is finally destroyed?
  But the most important thing was not that. Plagast finally revealed a terrible secret: "it is he who is the real, biological father of Palpatine - Witt Thaler."
  Yes, his mother, a very beautiful peasant woman, turned the head of the rich merchant lord Damascus. And he could not contain the passion.
  In general, after initiation into the Sith, the ability to reproduce offspring drops sharply. And then such luck - you have a son! And so capable, and gifted not only in strength, but having an outstanding political talent.
  This was the number one reason why he saved the young man. It is much more pleasant to pass on the work of one's own blood. Although, due to the fact that high-level Sith became almost sterile, family ties were never considered the main ones.
  Plagast felt deeply ... Maybe he really decided that his own son would not touch him.
  But this is precisely what prompted Darth Sidious to act. To commit such a crime as the murder of one's own father is the dream of any Sith Master.
  On the night before the election, Damascus made his first public appearance in years, exclusively with Senator Palpatine: together they attended the premiere of a new production of Mon Calamari at the Galactic Opera House. Following the introduction, the two Sith Lords retired to the Damascus penthouse in the Kaldani Spire building to celebrate Palpatine's impending success. Palpatine walked around the teacher with wine, rehearsing for the upcoming Senate speech.
  Plagast, tipsy, told Palpatine that his experiment with Magochlorians had been more than successful. The boy Anakin won the race, and most importantly, managed to disable an entire army of combat robots. This means that the boy is gifted in strength more than all those living in the universe. In addition to pairing with the boy, he managed to inseminate with magochlorians and a representative of the Togruta race. Considering that the representatives of this humanoid, but non-human race are poorer than people in terms of Magohlorians, but at the same time, the percentage of Jedi among them, with a many times smaller number than that of humans, is very high, then ...
  The new girl Ahsoka Tano in the future will be able to achieve extraordinary, previously unknown peaks of skill. The combination of alternative ways of perceiving the power of the Togruta, and the abundance of Magochlorians - can give rise to a real miracle of man-made nature.
  What's next? He will continue experiments and create a new race of people - equal in strength to the gods. And he will be able to synthesize beings of an even higher level than the Magohlorians - the theochlorians, which will allow the Sith to change the physical laws of the universe, and maybe create new universes!
  There was something to be frightened and marveled at by the black lord.
  Gradually getting drunk, Plagast fell into a dream for the first time in many years, and after a few moments, Sidious, after hesitating (maybe it"s better to simply cut off his head with a sword?), He brought down a stream of Force lightning on the teacher.
  - You father will answer for everything! For leaving me, for letting me live through a year of hell in the tortured royal cellars! Why he made me kill my only true love Carolina!
  The black Sith roared, spewing lightning at its parent. He truly hated him.
  Enjoying the pain of Plagast, Darth Sidious slowly tortured him to death, and he, being exhausted with the help of the Force, could not do anything and died.
  In the last seconds, the black lord said:
  "You lost this game the day you decided to teach me to rule the Galaxy. You have your father at your side - or, more precisely, under your heel. You were my teacher, father - yes, for that I will tell you forever, may he be eternal grateful, but you will never be my master."
  - Palpatine said goodbye to the dying and burning in the fire of lightning forces Darth Plagast.
  And so the Sith inventor ended his turbulent life. And with him turned the page of universal history.
  But there were two new, great creations: Ahsoka and Anakin, as well as a student who managed to achieve power over the galaxy and defeated the Jedi.
  Luke Skywalker was thus the great-grandson of Palpatine and the son of Darth Vader.
  Therefore, the black lord of the Sith could not give the order, take and destroy his direct descendant, gifted in strength. Moreover, whatever one may say - Luke is one hundred percent human, and his own children are half Togruta. But Emperor Palpatine had already introduced laws restricting the rights of nonhumans, and generally sought to establish racist laws in the new state.
  Indeed, once people are the most numerous race in the galaxy, and the emperor himself is a man, as well as his entourage, then harsh racism, and humiliation of other races is quite in the spirit of the Sith. Loving to suppress and dominate.
  Grand Marshal Tarkin has developed a whole theory and ideology to justify racism...
  But they inherited the throne, only half of the people. Even though Ahsoka got rid of the ugly growths, and her chameleon skin looks beautiful.
  The emperor specifically sent his children to destroy life on the planet Shilo, where the Togruta lived. And the offspring of the black lord fulfilled this with joy.
  They served from conception and knew only the dark side of the force. Palpatine, in his youth, did good deeds more than once. And if he got into the torture cellar, if he hadn't run into Plagast, he would never have become the greatest killer in the galaxy.
  Yes, his children did not do good deeds, they happily did any evil. But for some reason, this is precisely what is unpleasant for the emperor. Tolya and in him the goodness did not die to the end. Toli Palpatine believed that it was impossible to become a real Sith without fighting with yourself, when you defeat the light side in yourself.
  His children took the service of evil as a given, as the most natural thing in the universe, without experiencing mental anguish and remorse.
  But Palpatine fought with himself, and only the Almighty Gods know what it cost him to kill Carolina.
  In addition, the emperor did not dare to kill his mother. Plagast apparently had a feeling of affection for her too, never raised such a question.
  And Palpatine's mother is still alive and, despite the fact that she has long passed over a hundred years, does not at all look like a deep old woman. On the contrary, she seems younger than her son, a strong blonde - no more than thirty years old in appearance. After her release from hard labor, she settled in a remote province and took up witchcraft there.
  Yes, a commoner, a peasant woman, but also an unusual woman, which was shifted in her genetics. Otherwise, she would hardly have been able to get pregnant from the black lord.
  Barefoot, in only a loincloth, with a thin waist like that of a young girl, she worked hard in the field, and at night she practiced witchcraft. But when Witt lived with her, her mother hid her studies, and did not devote her son to anything.
  True, she let it slip a couple of times: that she would probably be destined to bury not only her loved ones, but also their children and grandchildren.
  Palpatine visited his mother only a year ago - when it was necessary to cover Naboo from a rebel raid. Those, too, were looking for secrets, on the home planet of the black emperor. Maybe they wanted to know his weaknesses, or find relatives?
  The emperor had a half-brother. Here Palpatine sacrificed it to the dark forces shortly before the crisis in Naboo - how to say that luck smiled.
  By this time, the brother had already acquired grandchildren, so the expectant tactics of Darth Sidious were justified. Even more victims, and replenishment of the pantheon of murdered native blood.
  Then he wanted at the same time, and finish off his mother. But Palpatine expected to meet the old woman: but his mother had not changed at all in the long years of separation. A girlish, muscular figure, very dark from sunburn, and smooth skin, a beautiful face with a manly chin. From a distance, she can generally be mistaken for a girl, but close up, her facial features are visible: quite mature, formed, and she is at least thirty years old. And if you look into the emerald-sapphire eyes, it will seem even more.
  Witt Thaler, who did not expect that his mother is not as simple as it seems, was shocked and refused to kill, or, as he called it, sacrifice to the dark forces.
  He did not find in himself then the courage to say at least a couple of words with the mother-sorceress and, avoiding contact, hastened to leave. The mother may have recognized her son, but she also pretended to be cold and indifferent.
  And during the last visit to Naboo, she appeared at the moment when the imperial convoy flew into an ambush. Palpatine was almost buried in the palace, but a barefoot woman appeared to him, indicating a hidden exit and showing where another rebel ambush was located.
  Then they exchanged a few phrases with her.
  The unfading mother put her hand on Palpatine's forehead and said bitterly:
  How badly you were hurt, son. There is not a single recognizable feature left in you!
  Darth Sidious angrily replied to his mother:
  - I only look like a deep old man! In fact, my body has long been living not according to human laws. And I'm still capable of defeating any Jedi with swords. And the term of the physical existence of my flesh will last more than one century!
  The young mother nodded to her shriveled son.
  "Have you decided to prolong your physical existence by becoming a vampire?" Of course, vampires have advantages over humans. Except for the need to drink blood three times a day, and avoid sunlight. But this is not life!
  Emperor Palpatine was offended by his mother and even wanted to hit her, but restrained himself. He muttered angrily:
  "I'm stronger than I was when I was young, harder to kill with anything but sterling silver. And in any sun you can wear a comfortable suit with filters, and artificial light is not dangerous for me.
  Here Darth Sidious' tone softened.
  - That's better, tell me how you, being a simple man, managed to keep your youth?
  Lada Thaler with a sweet, white-toothed smile answered:
  - All my life I walked barefoot on Naboo, worked all my life, ate healthy food, drank only juice and milk. Always outdoors - away from the city. I visited the capital only once, and then in chains, when they brought me to hear the verdict. And there again to the village with a hoe!
  I lead the healthiest of all possible lifestyles and why should I age?
  Palpatine was not even angry this time, he felt a little funny and, quite logically, he asked for clarification:
  - Millions of peasant women lead the same way of life as you do, but this does not prevent them from turning into ugly old women, unlike you. What is the secret - tell me!
  Mom replied with condescension in her tone:
  - The most important question is, why does a person grow old? The cycle in nature is eternal, and the human body resembles such a cycle. Objectively speaking, there is nothing in the human body itself that has to grow old. The young-looking woman paused and continued with the confidence of a goddess. - It's all about thinking and believing. Believe that old age is unnatural, and eternal youth, on the contrary, is a pattern and you will not grow old!
  Palpatine did not quite agree with this:
  - Not only people are aging, but also metal, objects, spaceships, combat robots. Why do you think that a person is able to avoid this by an effort of will and faith?
  The young woman confidently replied:
  - The human body, unlike metal, is a renewable system. Cells can divide and renew themselves for billions of billions of years. Any scientist will say that the stem stock in the body will last for millions of millions of lives. You just need to learn how to do one essential little thing - to regenerate and renew nerve cells as well. Then immortality will become a reality!
  Palpatine asked ingratiatingly:
  - And how do you do it mom?
  The woman laughed and answered in a whisper:
  Why would a vampire need to know? And so in this flesh you will stretch five or six centuries. And you are growing a wonderful change ... Do you still need to master the secret of eternal youth. Especially considering your selfishness?
  Darth Sidious hissed like a strangled snake and drew his crimson blade.
  - I can sacrifice you to the dark forces!
  The mother looked without any shadow of the country at her son-emperor. She replied with an even wider smile.
  - This sacrifice will not help you in your fight! Though a bloody tyrant, my prayers save you from death. In a year you will walk along the very edge of the abyss. And only your mother can save your soul from hell!
  Palpatine relented and waved his hand dismissively.
  "Okay, as you said, the vampire still has five or six centuries left. And there maybe I will find out a more effective way to prolong life. Moreover, experiments are already being carried out to infuse the spirit into the clone!
  Mom kissed Palpatine goodbye and wished him good luck. She smelled so fresh and pleasant. And Darth Sidious yearned - there is a beauty in good.
  Evil is evil, and to live when there is darkness and ferocious jackals around is extremely tiring. Sometimes fears roll in... Painful and terrible.
  Moreover, Emperor Palpatine wanted to be succeeded by the Sith, who are not pure evil, and that the successor could bring at least something creative into the life of a space power.
  Luke Skywalker is one hundred percent human and this is his significant plus.
  In addition, the blood of Anakin and Palpatine still flowed in him. And bringing this boy to the dark side required serious efforts.
  
  
  BIRTH OF THE DEVIL
  How did Palpatine - a modest young man, an excellent student, and distinguished by exemplary behavior, become the embodiment of the universal and evil and switched to the dark side of the force?
  Life on the planet Naboo was relatively good - a mild climate, generous land, almost no rebellions and demands for change. The form of government is a constitutional monarchy ... But the king's power is great, his decrees are equal in force to laws, and only Padla Amidala was amended to limit both the term of the monarch's reign and his powers.
  Palpatine, in his youth, is a very handsome, slender and, of course, physically developed young man, he won the interplanetary competitions in Aviaball. It was then that Palpatine, who was included in the Naboo team at the very last moment, felt a sensitivity to the force. He saw in advance the flights of pulsars and the turns of asteroids in the most complex virtual game. And he realized that he could feel when it was time to strike a fatal, decisive blow. And then his name was somewhat different: Witt Thaler. A commoner mother, and an unknown father. True, thanks to his innate abilities and hard work, Witt managed to enter the free faculty of a prestigious college. To do this, it was necessary to collect a very high score.
  At the expense of his father, his very beautiful and curvy mother, he said that he was a noble gentleman, perhaps even from among the well-born Jedi.
  But she couldn't name him. Witt, however, made various assumptions in his mind - maybe his father is generally an emperor from a neighboring galaxy?
  Even as a child, Thaler - the future Palpatine felt the ability to read a closed textbook - in paper form or an electronic book - anyway. He impressed his friends with the ability to predict the outcome of sports, or won riddles on a dare - like the one hidden in a fist.
  But it was in this game that he realized that he had a rare gift. The sensational victory made Witt Thaler the hero of Naboo, and... Well, just like in a fairy tale, it led to the fact that the most beautiful girl, Princess Caroline Amidala, fell head over heels in love with him.
  And Witt himself, with his young, hot blood, felt a surge of sympathy and reciprocity. They fell in love with each other to the point of madness, and the official heir to the throne, Carolina Amidala Naberri, became pregnant from a commoner boy.
  The king was furious. According to the custom and law of the planet Naboo, abortion is strictly prohibited, but the crown princess and her offspring were deprived of the right to the throne. Witt Thaler, after severe torture, was to be executed in the most painful way. And Carolina, after the birth of a child, was sent as a slave to the plantations. There is a princess: barefoot, in only a tattered tunic, she had to work hard along with other imprisoned girls. To spend the night in a barracks, on bare boards, and eat simple, coarse food. The future queen was beaten with a whip by the overseers if she worked even a little bit slower.
  One of the types of punishments is hanging the slaves on the rack, and tickling the bare heels with the flames of the torch.
  Witt himself was tortured in the dungeon. They tortured me cruelly, subtly, but very professionally, preventing me from losing consciousness or dying prematurely.
  Witt Thaler went through a thousand circles of hell. He was tortured for a whole year before his execution. And then he was supposed to be eaten alive, in front of millions of Naboo residents by a rat tick.
  But during the execution, suddenly the monster exploded... And when the smoke cleared Witt Thaler disappeared without a trace. Many took this as a sign from above and fell to their knees. And the king staggered, his face turned blue - he had a stroke.
  And crippled by many months of torture, Witt woke up in a damp grotto, covered with bright plants. It was very painful for him, but at the same time, the feeling of furious strength returned. For some reason, during the torture in the torture cellar, Witt could not use his abilities and burn the executioners.
  Although it visibly represented a fire flying out of itself, an eruption of pulsars, and flows from a terrible plasma gun weapon (banned in the old republic - because of its extremely large destructive power!). But then the feeling of strength returned.
  And the deep wounds inflicted by the executioners slowly but surely healed.
  Next to Witt was a canister of nutrient mixture, and he absorbed it every now and then, plunging into sleep.
  Here he, for example, dreamed ... Delusional and at the same time heroic;
  Devouring a corpse was a fast paced process, the mutant lion in a hurry as long as the meat was fresh and warm. When he finally finished, the skeleton remained. Several black warriors in robes, armed with magic wands, drove him away, then picked up the skeleton.
  - The brave gladiator who died a valiant death will be buried according to local custom with all honors. - The commentator announced in an enthusiastic tone.
  - Amazing! Not such a bad ending! - Said the future space emperor. Witt is still a young man in a dream, it seems to him that he is in his recent past.
  And the unknown commentator continued to choke in furious delight:
  - And now we announce the continuation of the competition. At the moment, anyone in the public can fight the killer lion.
  Witt Thaler immediately stood up and shouted piercingly:
  - I want!
  - It is understandable that you want to atone for your guilt that you did not bet on a person. - Princess Caroline Amidala teased him.
  The young man shouted in rage:
  - And if so! An animal that killed a person is not worthy to live!
  - But you have competitors, look here. - Princess Caroline pointed to the risen beast, resembling an upright crocodile with the muzzle of an elephant. This guy wants to fight too!
  The commentator announced:
  - So two people at once expressed a desire to join the fight, then first they must fight each other.
  The public welcomed this decision, more spectacles and more blood!
  Warrior Witt looked at the monster with a trunk covered with scaly armor, in the very first seconds it sucked unpleasantly in the stomach. Then the young man overcame the excitement, although the enemy was undoubtedly dangerous.
  - You will be given a standard weapon! - The commentator announced with a chill in his voice.
  The warriors bowed according to custom. Then they were given a sword and a shield. Then another surprise awaited Witt, he was handed one sword, on his right hand, and the enemy received two at once, taking the second weapon in his trunk.
  - It's not fair! - protested the young man. - Two blades against one.
  - This is the Corpse-Sucker, he always uses his nose in battles. Such a custom! - An invisible commentator answered, not hiding the contempt in his voice, the weapons were handed over by beautiful, almost weightless girls, very similar to nymphs. Looking at them, Witt (the future Palpatine) felt a passionate desire, and he was very ashamed that his tension would be noticed. So he spoke with anger.
  - So give me a second sword instead of a clumsy shield. - I don't want to be a jerk.
  - You have such a right! - Said, slightly podrev, commentator.
  The nymph handed the second sword to the young man and said with pathos:
  - Fight knight, do not disgrace the honor.
  The commentator announced again:
  - The right to kill or pardon belongs to a fighter who owns a victorious weapon! And also to the public. I think this should be taken into account.
  - I will definitely finish off the daring handsome man. - said Corpsesucker.
  - Without forging a hammer, you will not split the castle! - Spoke, witty aphorism Witt.
  They stood up, the crocodile elephant was much larger than the guy, and began to wait for the signal.
  Light as a feather, the nymph flew up to him and kissed the young man on the rosy cheek.
  Witt blushed and took half a step, at that moment the signal for battle sounded. The corpse-eater rushed at him, brandishing his swords, he expected to take it impudently. The young man was on the alert, and, jumping to the side, and on the way out he kicked. The blow fell on the shield, it rang with a nasty sound.
  - Hey boy! Take care of your shoes, they are pretty.
  Young Witt really regretted that he did not take off his sneakers, they were a gift for his birthday, unusual coloring and, despite their strong skin, did not want to spoil them. He is the son of a poor woman, dear good shoes. And he Witt is still a boy, so that he does not hesitate to walk barefoot.
  The battle continued, then the young man noted that the enemy very deftly owns his trunk. How quickly the sword moves, while the arms are not so mobile, and even the superiority in length.
  - All my life I dreamed of riding an elephant, not fighting. You're already disgusting.
  In response, a hoarse squeak:
  - What a person does not like. That's how inferior your race is.
  Witt continued to change the trajectory, did to the miller, one of the effective tricks
  Kendo, but apparently the glory of a skilled fighter did not come to his opponent in vain. He managed to parry everything and even dealt sensitive blows himself. Here, for example, one of the attacks hit Witt in the chest, the T-shirt was cut, the young man did a back flip, barely avoiding a serious defeat. The double-headed Russian eagle was damaged, cut in half.
  - That's a bastard! - Witt said and performed the "Butterfly" technique, but again all the attacks turned out to be
  repulsed. - Nosed devil.
  He was wounded again, scratching his arm, then hit in the shoulder. Witt retreated, he suddenly realized that he was hopelessly losing the battle, faced with a more skilled enemy partner than himself. Moreover, the young man was not yet too experienced in kendo.
  Princess Caroline was also worried:
  - I'm the last fool that did not stop my boyfriend. In this universe, he is completely
  Alien, and lay down his head is not known about what.
  She wanted to jump out of the arena. Here, as luck would have it, a familiar sorcerer turned up.
  - What a beauty, it's not for him to shoot from a stick or wave his legs. I know Corpsesucker! What, he will definitely kill, and even mock the corpse. So whether you like it or not, you'll have to surrender to me.
  - Never! Princess Caroline said.
  The sorcerer of the dark side of the force hissed:
  - In this case, you can be sold to the regiment, and you will serve twenty soldiers a day. Or, on the contrary, to the harem of the lord, where there are thousands of you and you will wither from melancholy and abstinence.
  The princess bravely bellowed:
  - I will become a warrior!
  The sorcerer cackled:
  - You are a fragile girl who does not own elementary magic tricks. Yes, you will be incinerated in the first battle.
  Carolina was offended:
  - Master of Glory will teach me! And yes, I am physically strong!
  The sorcerer giggled disgustingly:
  - Master of Glory? And yes, she's selfish. It is unlikely that she will succeed in something worthwhile. So I could make you a wife and pass on my skills as a native.
  The princess smiled ironically.
  - Do you want to become a god?
  The sorcerer bellowed pompously:
  - Why not! That I'm worse than other applicants?
  Karolina sincerely and with an expression of contempt, said:
  - You're disgusting. I will hate your touch.
  The tempter's eyes flashed with a crimson light.
  - Well, I'll remember that.
  While they were talking, Witt's wounds increased. The young man retreated, he already began to feel dizzy from the loss of blood. The corpse-sucker made another lunge, a terrible swing almost cut off the head, cut the guy's cheek.
  - He said the bastard. - During the battles, the Velcro on one of his sneakers came unstuck.
  And the shoes barely fit. But a capable young man was struck by inspiration, jumping up sharply. He waved his leg, and the sneaker, like a stone from a sling, flew into the muzzle of the Corpse-eater, hitting the studded heel with rivets in the eye. He howled, distracted for a second.
  Witt performed one of the most difficult Jedi Kendo moves, the Triple Fan, and cut off the monster's trunk. A fountain of blood spurted out, and the Corpse Eater stepped back, legs wide apart. Its throat belched a terrible roar.
  Witt glared furiously.
  - The enemy is on the verge of total annihilation! I'll win!
  The young man attacked the enemy, with one sword he was not terrible. The corpsesucker retreated, staggered and missed blows. Soon he received several severe wounds and dropped his sword. Then he only reacted convulsively, turning the shield. In excitement, Witt performed a pitchfork technique, stabbing the enemy first in the head, on which he managed to react, and then in the stomach. The puncture was deep and the intestines came out. Then, seeing that the enemy was finally weakened, Witt performed a "brush" technique and pierced his skull. He collapsed dead.
  - The fighter Witt, nicknamed the ghost, won. His adversary, the Trubosos, who smashes the trunk, is almost dead. Now the winning young man has the right to finish him off or not.
  The crowd was noisy, part of the bet won and part lost, but everyone was extremely thirsty for blood.
  United, in a wild impulse and a frenzied cry:
  - Beat him! Cut off the head and hang on a stake! - They yelled. "That is the custom of dealing with the losers.
  Witt shook his head, in the heat of battle he could still kill, and so, when it was all over, his rage evaporated. Cut off the head in cold blood, and still abuse it is not in his rules. The young man bowed his bright head and said firmly:
  - No, I will not kill a helpless creature.
  - Destroy it! Finish it! - The crowd continued to yell, and various limbs jumped up. And squeals - Give us pleasure!
  The future emperor Palpatine showed unheard of nobility:
  - The enemy is defeated, and even crippled, what else do you need!
  -Your friend is stupid. Leaving Corpsesucker alive, he makes himself a mortal enemy.
  He will not forgive the humiliation and loss of the trunk. - Said the sorcerer with a rusty wheeze. Why are you stupid. Don't scream, finish it off?! He will listen to you!
  - I've had enough blood! - The girl-princess answered. - And why are you all so cruel? Is there really no other way to have fun?
  The sorcerer, whose disguise was hidden under a robe, hissed:
  - But as?
  Caroline, barely concealing her irritation, replied:
  - Songs, for example, to listen! Or the performance of artistic numbers, all kinds of entertainment programs, it is possible with animals.
  The sorcerer, whose face is hidden, but the burning heads still shine through the darkness, sang:
  - What kind of bootleg is this? No, it's not interesting! All sorts of buffoons and buffoons cannot replace the spectacle of blood.
  The princess grimaced her face.
  - Really?
  The sorcerer, frowning and sparkling, roared:
  - And what about the singers with their tinned throats. With the help of magic and sorcery, you can recreate any music and voice. We can do it. And if we want, then the naked houris will dance.
  The wizard held up a long, clawed finger.
  -No, girl serious gladiator fight is best.
  Princess Caroline strongly disagreed with this, but did not object.
  Witt Thaler received money for the fight, while cutting down something on the sweepstakes. Then the young man, who had not yet departed from the previous battle, and those who were wounded had to fight with
  Lion mutant. But if the predator had healed all the wounds with the help of magic, then the young man came out all in fresh cuts. Witt took off his slashed T-shirt and took off his sneakers, carefully setting them aside, taking a sword in both hands. Half-naked in rolled-up jeans, he seemed especially handsome to Princess Caroline. Wide cuts were visible on the relief torso. The boy shrugged his sinewy shoulders, trying to make the pain serve his fury. His bare feet felt the hot surface of the artificially heated floor.
  Witt Thaler released a kiss. The audience clapped their hands.
  Groaned loudly:
  - You don't need to introduce the fighters! Let the fight be interesting!
  The lion, without waiting for the bugle, jumped, trying to pry the enemy with saber-fangs. He did not succeed, rebounding, Witt managed to hit him with a heel in the eye. The beast became furious, jumped forward, and stumbled on the edge of the sword. Here the gladiator boy was already surprised - the blood, which was previously red, turned green.
  - From what all this? - Asked the surprised Princess Caroline.
  - This indicates that the beast has become more tenacious and strong, adaptability has increased. - The sorcerer answered in a gloomy tone.
  The girl made an unambiguous conclusion:
  - This is bad!
  The sorcerer's voice became much more cheerful:
  - Why! Your boyfriend is a great fighter, it's just that swearing will be more interesting.
  The dragon lion continued to jump, ignoring the blood, it was very fast and the youth barely had time to dodge. Here Witt did somersaults, jumping: like an acrobat, then diving like a loach, he ripped open the lion's belly. The fanged terminator seemed not to pay attention to this, continuing to pursue the young man around the ring.
  - Damn it! - Witt said in annoyance. - You that the blade does not take.
  From the loss of blood, the young man began to get tired. With an accurate lunge, he managed to pierce the eye of a lion, but even with one eye, the predator remained dangerous and, having caught the moment, painfully cut his clawed paw into the ribs. The claws left six deep stripes.
  - That's a bastard! Rip off the meat! - cooed the young man.
  It seemed that the lion should have weakened for a long time from the loss of blood, but his attacks became more and more rapid. Several times the fangs almost pierced the press, and one pierced into Thaler's pectoral muscle, scratching it badly. The young man staggered, and his teeth flashed over him,
  stuck in his shoulder. Witt was sweaty, bloodied and managed to slip out and even slash his throat with a blade. The beast was bleeding, the main artery was broken, but did not lose speed.
  - You're like a zombie, no matter how many reactions. Maybe you're not the right lion. - Said the young man.
  He made an attempt to counterattack to knock out the last eye, but missed, leaving another bloody streak on the muzzle. a lion
  pawed him again.
  - Where do these come from? - In desperation, the young man, with all his strength, hit his opponent on the fang-saber. From a strong shock, the bone cracked, and white juice came out of it.
  - Ege! - With an extremely pleased tone, said the sorcerer. - Your friend seems to have decided to sharpen the blade, in any case, one can feel a serious arrogance.
  - What did you want? Vitka is a smart kid. - Princess Leia answered, rather purring.
  The next blow, finally chopped off the fang. The beast began to spin, on the spot as if he had lost his bearings. Witt pressed on, his blows became more and more sharp, seeing that the mutant lion swam, the young man added energy.
  - What lion meat, do not like it! - Shouted a brave guy.
  - Defeat him Vitek, you are so sexy. Princess Caroline screamed.
  The young man hit the second fang, since the target was convenient. From the first time, the bone did not succumb, and I had to add it. Finally, this point collapsed, the lion was clearly dumbfounded.
  - How are you now without fangs just a big cat, doomed to death! - Said furious Witt.
  Grinding of teeth and moaning were his answer. The fight continued in a buffoonish manner, the lion-dragon moving supposedly attacking, but its movements lost their sharpness. The boy, feeling a surge of strength, in turn
  constantly counterattacked and, in the end, pierced the last eye. This time the blade seems to have gone much deeper and reached to the brain.
  - Bravo, wet it! cried Princess Caroline.
  The whole hall joined in chorus.
  - Finish him, finish him!
  The young gladiator kicked again with his foot and, jumping behind his back, kicked from a roundabout. The mutant lion seemed to be losing his bearings, poking his muzzle several times. Finally, when the boy got used to it, he plunged the blade into his chest and tried to pierce him deeper, to the very heart. Clawed paws struck into the ribs, scratching them, then pierced the meat, but Witt stubbornly did not release the blade, although he was literally torn to pieces. Here everything was already decided by the will, the claws continued to scratch and tear the young flesh.
  - Drop it! Princess Caroline barked. Her cry remained alone.
  - Bring it to the end! - The crowd roared.
  Finally, the blade of the enraged Witt pierced to the heart, and the beast fell silent, for the last time having passed its claws over the long-suffering meat.
  - Well, it seems everything! The young man breathed out. - The creature of darkness is cast into the dust.
  The wizard commentator announced.
  - Again the winner was Witt - the ghost of death; rising star of the arena. He will receive the prize he has earned.
  At this phrase, Thaler's vision dissipated like fog when a powerful, wind tunnel was launched.
  And from this haze comes through ... a powerful, tall figure of a man or a humanoid creature in a hood. A creaky voice sounds, very similar to the voice of that sorcerer in a dream.
  - You fought well Witt... I see the skills of a born warrior in you!
  Thaler got up. During sleep, his wounds almost healed, and the scars turned pale and became less noticeable.
  The young man said, holding out his hand to the man:
  I thank you for saving me sir...
  The man roughly threw back his young palm and hissed:
  - No thanks! All gratitude leads to mercy and weakness!
  Witt forced a smile and muttered:
  - But you saved my life ... So, I must somehow thank you!
  The man suddenly threw back his hood. The young man peered into the opened face. The man had a noble appearance, he looked a little over forty, a powerful neck, and a curly, short beard. The look of the eyes is very imperious, it is immediately clear that he is used to commanding, and his features are strong-willed, strong.
  Although this gentleman was unfamiliar to Witt, it seemed to the young man that he had seen him somewhere before. Although it is very difficult to forget such expressive and strong-willed facial features, regal posture, the eyes of a ruler from the cradle. But at the same time, despite the noble appearance, the voice is hoarse, nasty, as if torn, despite the volume.
  The man looked at Witt and, without changing the stern expression on his face, said:
  - I saved you not because of love, but because I need you!
  The speaker's eyes sparkled.
  -I will take you as my apprentice, and I will open the knowledge of power that the Jedi do not dare to dream of... But know that what you experienced in the torture cellar is still flowers compared to what awaits you!
  Witt stood up and said decisively:
  - I'm ready! Ready for anything - just save Carolina!
  The man snorted with the utmost contempt.
  - Attachment is a weakness! The biggest weakness a Sith can afford! - Here the voice of the black ruler became more menacing. - More precisely, they can"t, they shouldn"t afford it, but ... Oddly enough, I will free Carolina from slavery! Only in exchange for your complete obedience, so that you swear that at the right time you will fulfill absolutely any of my orders!
  Witt obediently knelt down, and pronounced a great oath.
  And then the man said:
  - From now on, your new name is Darth Sidious! I am Darth Plagueis your teacher and master!
  From that day, Witt, or now Darth Sidious, began training in swordsmanship and dark power. Cruel and merciless doctrine. But the new black lord felt a rapidly growing power within him. He became stronger and more sophisticated every day, week and month.
  Darth Plagueis, in addition to the dream of immortality, had plans to restore the rule of the Sith. Witt Thaler changed his name to Palpatine and slightly changed his appearance, as well as his fingerprints. He became a different person, replacing a similar person from a noble Palpatine family.
  He began to make an unhurried career as an official, while simultaneously improving his mastery of dark power. In addition, Darth Plagueis, who had a completely legal status of a major businessman, kept his word.
  After the death of the king, his young son succeeded. Darth Plagueis spurred on the Hutts' attack on the palace. The heir, his sister, brother and uncle were killed.
  After that, the captain-general of the palace guard enthroned Carolina, popular among the people.
  Several years of captivity only tempered a strong woman, and she began to rule even harder. And her daughter Seraphim, who was brought up at the monastery, became the heiress of the kingdom of Naboo.
  Although the former lover returned to power, Palpatine was forced to hide his identity and remain on the sidelines for now. Although his influence in the kingdom was constantly strengthened.
  The captain-general soon died - apparently from an accident, but Palpatine was behind it. And soon, the Sith Lord demanded from Witt Thaler to sacrifice his first love - Queen Caroline.
  It came to a death duel with Plagueis. Moreover, the forces were approximately equal. When both Sith were exhausted from the battle, Palpatine gave in and muttered:
  - I will kill my love and at the same time, the remnants of the human that still smolder in me! - Here the black lord raised his voice and added decisively. - But I swear, I will not forgive you for this and I will definitely destroy it!
  The desire to do away with those who are higher in status is inherent in the Sith nature. My unattainable power breeds your envy; my wisdom feeds your thirst for knowledge; my achievements arouse a passionate desire to repeat them! - Said Darth Plagueis to Darth Sidious, and continued with a smile. - By killing the closest and dearest people to yourself, you will discover an incomprehensible source of strength in yourself. I feel that you will become the greatest of the Sith - when you destroy the last human weakness in yourself!
  
  
  MIRACULOUSLY BORN
  - There was once an Air Force colonel who received a severe shell shock during the Afghan war. And he lost the opportunity to have his own children, although he really wanted to. The wife loved the colonel very much and went to meet him, they took on the upbringing of two strong boys from the orphanage. Their adoptive father raised them as Spartans. But still it wasn't that. The guys grew up strong, healthy, but did not show special superpowers.
  And grandmother Vanga predicted to the colonel that the representative of his offspring would become the arbiter of the fate of the strange and the universe. Then the colonel decided to go to one famous sorceress, so that she would help his wife become pregnant in a miraculous way.
  The sorceress really had considerable abilities, but basically she was a charlatan of the highest standard. She declared that she could do this and give the colonel a son, but demanded a colossal amount of money.
  The colonel had some real estate in Moscow, as well as valuable trophies recaptured during the war with dushmans and Chechens.
  He collected this wild amount - one and a half million bucks ... It's even surprising that an experienced person, and so bought into the deception. But apparently the sorceress had a serious gift for hypnosis, suggestion, skill, to fool which Kashpirovsky himself, or a world-class politician, would envy.
  The sorceress, meanwhile, performed a very colorful staged ritual, trivially putting the colonel's wife to sleep. And then she simply injected a seed from a donor into the bosom of Venus.
  Not too intricate turned out to be a scam. But effective. The wife, (like the Virgin Mary), immaculately conceived a child - by the way, she remained a virgin, so the husband completely lost his masculine strength due to the injury.
  Everyone was satisfied and in the exact time, the woman was relieved from the burden of a healthy girl. She, however, turned out to be completely different from her brunette father and dark-haired mother. But the father, although he counted on his sons, loved his daughter. Only in his own way, raising her as a Spartan - tempering and training.
  The girl developed rapidly, demonstrated high inclinations and abilities. Especially the physical ones. Her hair is thick, wavy, golden, and wonderfully beautiful.
  But when the girl, as she was a barefoot, started running through the January snow - traditionally waking up at half past five in the morning - an event happened. This is how her day usually began. Such a morning run, still in the predawn darkness. Quite spartan.
  She raced the traditional ten and a half kilometers, in any weather, in order to get a charge of vivacity for the whole day. Naturally, this is only the beginning of training, because Vladlen (name in honor of Lenin and Stalin!) was seriously engaged in martial arts. She even competed in competitions - beating girls to be bigger and older than her.
  But she is still a girl of about ten years old, and she runs in only swimming trunks. And golden hair is like a flame. And the damned maniac is waiting for the child in ambush. Apparently he prepared the trap in advance, since the girl rushes so fast that not every adult will catch up.
  Several well-camouflaged traps lay in the girl's path. The situation was aggravated by the fact that it was snowing, and all traces were covered. And Vladlen, a girl who, in any weather, rushed barefoot and half-naked, even rejoiced at such an extreme. After all, difficulties only temper and what does not kill us only makes us stronger.
  The trap worked, severely pinching the girl's leg. Fortunately, through training, the bones were strong enough not to break in a bear trap.
  But Vladlen took a major overhaul. And it hurt a lot. And the villain tried to throw and rape a karate girl. Vladlen reacted instantly, hit her chin with her heel. But the criminal was strong. Whining, he jumped back, rubbing his bruised jaw. Then he pulled out a knife.
  The girl found herself in a trap, unarmed and almost naked, against a maniac with a long knife.
  A sweeping attack followed, and Vladlen leaned over and hit the enemy with her head in the solar plexus. The knife went through, scratching the girl's back. Vladlen intercepted the brush and changed the direction of the blow. The point pierced the criminal right in the throat. The maniac choked on his own blood and suddenly expired.
  And the girl, having made her first retribution, exclaimed:
  - It's done!
  Nevertheless, it was a murder, and the leg in the trap was seriously injured.
  Unfortunately, the maniac had very influential parents, and Vladlen was in serious trouble. An attempt was made on her, and drugs were planted in their house. The colonel had to send the girl to more distant places. To the school of Russian martial arts in Siberia.
  There, in the deep underground, Rodnovers have been living and serving for centuries.
  However, this did not save the colonel. He was shot by a sniper, and his wife was arrested on charges of drug trafficking. It looks like someone really settled scores with their family. The younger brother was also arrested, the older brother, fortunately, had already served in the army. A fourteen-year-old boy was sent to a juvenile colony. Also prescribed drugs.
  Although the case was initially phony. But fortunately, under the new laws, he could not be given more than six years.
  Mother was an athletic woman, and also trained like a Spartan. Therefore, in the women's colony, she soon gained authority and was able to get a good job. The younger brother, strong and well trained in combat techniques, also became one of the fighters, then he became a detachment commander. After serving one-third of the term, he went on parole, early release. In Russia, the laws for juvenile delinquents are humane, and one might even say it was lucky that he went on the first trip at only fourteen years old.
  In general, the fact that the colonel, by tradition, was an ardent admirer of Spartan education, clearly benefited his family. The strong are relatively well in prison, but the weak and on the throne are unrelatively bad! The kid went through the zone, without prejudice to himself, and even received a higher legal (!) Education. He apparently was not carried away by thieves' romance, and times have changed - it has become out of fashion to be a bandit. Rather, it attracted business.
  A legal education is vital for a businessman. With the mother, the situation was more complicated - she is then an adult, and the crime was hung on her in a fabricated case. Literally the organizer of a syndicate for the transportation and sale of dope. And it's almost impossible to reconsider. So many higher ranks will then turn out to be fools.
  But the mother managed to achieve that she was transferred to a good zone near the Caspian Sea, and there she got a job as the custodian of the obshchak. The jailer wrote several books, and even acted in films. Why not?
  She is slender beyond her years, physically strong, a pretty woman with an expressive face and a manly chin.
  So, in principle, she did not sit badly in the zone, she did not turn off from life. And even got offspring. The boy trained from the cradle, and brightened up prison everyday life. However, as befits a godfather, her mother did not work, so she had a lot of free time.
  Vladlen returned seven years later - having passed the highest level of initiation in martial arts. Although the threat of revenge has not yet completely passed, the warrior only changed her last name to Shamanova - leaving her former name.
  Since her father was really friendly with the well-known General Shamanov, the change of surname turned out to be quite symbolic.
  Vladlen, whose abilities are phenomenal, and the school is very tough and at the same time quite rational, had no equal in martial arts. She learned the peculiar style of Russian wrestling. The name of the fight is, of course, conditional, or such as Ruskundo.
  Vladlen mastered martial arts similar to Tehwando - a very developed technique of kicking, with Russian fisticuffs, wrestling similar to Aikido - throwing techniques and using the opponent's inertia, from Thai boxing - elbows, knees, head strikes. Rodnoverie created a syncretic martial art, the techniques of which were polished for centuries, and the master sorcerers took all the best from other peoples and schools.
  Of course, Vladlen Shamanova was taught, and the possession of weapons ... But it is impossible to know and master everything. A true martial artist must be proficient in everything, without exception, in the arsenal. But individual tricks and their chips perform brilliantly.
  Vladlen most of all loved to fight with her feet, and throw deadly objects with her bare fingers, although she was strong, perhaps, in everything.
  The girl, who was called a karateka, although she did not study karate at all, opened her own school. She competed in various competitions, but did not strive for fame and titles.
  Although she participated in some commercial competitions and even in underground fights without rules, she needed money.
  Being still a very young girl, Vladlen was in no hurry to get married and have offspring. She improved herself in martial arts and taught them to children. Volka Rybachenko showed especially high hopes. By the way, he was also extremely deftly throwing sharp objects with his feet. The karate boy (again, a nickname that has nothing to do with reality!) Promised to grow into the greatest master.
  And then suddenly Volka was invited to act in films, and his brother Oleg Rybachenko and Vladlen Shamanova herself went with him. And that's another story.
  
  
  AMATEUR
  This is more realistic and believable. Namely, the spirit of the most ordinary and ordinary person entered the body of Stalin. And since he was just an average person, an inhabitant. And he only knew that Hitler would strike on June 22, 1941, and the results were disastrous.
  The Germans were able to take Moscow, and the mediocre hitman was simply poisoned by his own entourage. But after the fall of the capital, it was already too late to fix something. The Japanese hit the Far East, Türkiye from the south. The Caucasus also fell.
  And Stalin was initially replaced as a compromise figure by Molotov. But then the ambitious Beria poked his head in. And Zhukov intercepted him. And the rigmarole began. In short, the Germans went to the Urals in the summer and beyond, linking up with the Japanese, suppressing all appearances of resistance.
  But in the West the war continued. The Americans hesitated - Franklin Roosevelt, as expected, pulled to the last. As early as Christmas 1941, the Germans attacked Gibraltar. By this time, Moscow and Leningrad were taken, and in the south the Germans embroidered to the Volga and Terek. They were more hampered by stretched communications and vast Russian spaces than by the poorly organized resistance of the Soviet troops.
  Hitler personally met with Franco and outlined the prospect to him: the USSR as a military force does not exist. The United States will not be the first to enter the war anyway. So Britain is absolutely not dangerous. Moreover, in November, after the capture of Moscow, Rommel received reinforcements, a couple of selected divisions and an entire air army to boot. And the British fell like dust. The Germans are already in Alexandria... So Franco has more reason to fear Hitler's wrath than Britain's revenge. But if he still wants to receive from the African and English colonies then ...
  Franco, realizing that the hands of the Wehrmacht were untied and he himself could lose everything, first agreed to let the German troops through, and then he himself declared war on Britain. At the same time, the position of the British worsened every day. Gibraltar was taken in three days. And soon the Germans occupied Palestine, and Syria, along with the Turks, and Iraq with the Middle East.
  America was drawn into the war on July 4, 1942. Japan attacked Peru-Khabar on Independence Day.
  The Germans, using the resources of Russia, Europe, and then Africa and Asia, waged an air offensive and submarine warfare.
  Germany increased the production of weapons, and led the offensive in South Africa.
  By the end of 1942, Africa was under the complete control of the Nazis, as, by the way, India. And Indochina, Singapore and the islands to Australia came under the control of the Japanese. True, the winter attempt to capture the Hawaiian archipelago was unsuccessful due to the insufficient organization of the samurai.
  But still, the Japanese, having more military experience, dominated the sea. In addition, the German submarine fleet increased very rapidly, reducing the power of Britain and the United States.
  In May 1943, a German landing took place on the English metropolis. The Germans used landing gliders, and underwater tanks, and even the first jet bombers AP-161, and four-engine Yu-488.
  Exhausted by the submarine war, Britain could not hold out for long, but fought extremely hard.
  After a month of bloody battles, London fell and the battle for England ended.
  America was the next step. Canada fought on the side of the United States, where Churchill fled, but the countries of Latin America refused to wage war on the Third Reich. And Argentina, followed by Brazil, provided the Germans with their allies military bases on their territory.
  The war took on a protracted character. USA overseas. Their land army is strong, and the fleet is being built very quickly.
  But little by little the Germans and Japanese took up. On their side were all the resources of the eastern hemisphere, and part of the western. Yes, the declared total war was bearing fruit.
  Operation Icarus was successful and Iceland fell. After that, the Fritz switched to Greenland. 1944, however, did not give anyone a decisive advantage. However, Japan and the Third Reich gained a foothold in the Eastern Hemisphere and strengthened in Latin America. In the winter of forty-five years, the samurai, together with the Nazis, captured the Hawaiian Islands. And in the spring they moved to the isthmus of Panama.
  After the death of Roosevelt, the United States began to seek peace with the Third Reich and Japan. But finding a compromise is difficult. Especially since Hitler smelled blood. The barracuda of fascism wanted too much. The war continued. The Nazis entrenched themselves in Greenland, and in the summer of 1945 they tried to land in Canada, but were thrown into the sea. Canada did not want to capitulate. True, in the autumn of the forty-fifth year, Australia fell - the last significant stronghold of the Western world in the Eastern Hemisphere. Japan and Germany totally dominated the sea. Their submarine fleet was unparalleled.
  In addition, hydrogen peroxide submarines turned out to be very strong and mobile. Their speed reached forty knots per hour.
  And in the winter of forty-five or forty-six, it was the turn of Zeeland. In the spring of 1946, the United States declared war on almost all the countries of Latin America.
  And the project to create an atomic bomb did not give tangible results due to cuts in funding. Therefore, the Americans could not throw this trump ace in a losing game!
  And in the field of tank building, the Third Reich significantly overtook the United States. The best American production tank "Pershing" weighing forty-two tons, had 102 millimeters of frontal armor and a 90-mm cannon with a muzzle velocity of 810 kilometers per hour. And the best and most massive in 1946, the German tank "Royal Lion" - with a weight of 65 tons, had a frontal armor of 250 millimeters. Also sides and stern of 200 mm and a gun of 105 mm with a barrel length of 100 EL.
  Given the pyramidal shape of the tank, it could not be penetrated from the Pershing from any angle.
  An attempt to launch more powerful tanks from a series failed. Only the T-93, by the way, weighing just 93 tons with a frontal armor of 305 millimeters and a 120 caliber gun had some chances against the German when butting. But the very low driving performance of the car, as well as the absence of a rotating turret, did not make it a worthy competitor.
  The development of the "Superpershing" dragged on for a long time, and anyway this tank was inferior to the German one.
  And jet aviation, a total superiority in quality is on the side of the Nazis. The Americans could only oppose quantity. But the Germans, having the resources of the old world, could churn out three hundred or four hundred cars a day, not inferior in number to the United States. ME-362, Non-262, Non-323, ME-1010, TA-283 - these jet fighters are out of competition against the American imperfection - class "F"!
  And the TA-400, TA-500, Yu-387, AR-383, OD-18, GO-270 jet bombers are also out of competition. The United States does not yet have a full-fledged jet bomber. Is that the B-29. True, there is a B-36 in the project, but so far it is far from serial production.
  And the German class "A" ballistic missiles have no analogues in the world at all.
  Disks - also have no competitors ...
  Technologically, the Third Reich has thoroughly furnished America, and therefore Hitler is determined to finish off the USA to the end. And no compromises. In the forty-sixth year, an offensive began on Mexico and Cuba. In the fall, fighting was already in full swing in Texas and California. And the Germans and Japanese invaded Canada from Alaska.
  But now the forty-sixth year has passed. World War II is still going on. The forty-seventh year was fatal for Canada, which was finally occupied by the Fritz, having entered from the north.
  The B-36 jet bomber finally appeared in America, but it was still not possible to get Germany and Japan. In addition, the Washington tank appeared at the end of the year with a 120-mm long-barreled gun, and relatively acceptable armor and driving performance, weighing sixty-three tons. Although it was protected and worse than the German one, it was no longer inferior in armor-piercing strength.
  However, by the end of the forty-seventh year, the United States had already lost more than half of the territory, and were doomed.
  The Germans even managed to test the super-heavy tanks "Rat" and "Monster" during the storming of large cities. The latter had a bomb launcher that ejected a charge weighing ten tons!
  Imagine how terrible the weapon turned out to be!
  And on New Year's Eve, New York fell, and on the tenth of January, Washington.
  Nevertheless, the Yankees still held out for almost another six months. Ironically, the second war ended precisely on May 9, 1948.
  But even after that, peace did not last long. Hitler did not like that Japan, being much more backward than the Third Reich economically, seized so much land for itself.
  The Nazis, though belatedly, had their own atomic bomb in August 1948. Part of the delay was due to the fact that the Führer was somehow cold about the idea of weapons of mass destruction. Hitler believed that countries should be conquered, not destroyed.
  But for some reason, the cruel tyrant for allied Japan decided to make an exception.
  Having stamped large ballistic missiles and nuclear charges, the Nazis on July 4, 1951 began the Third World War.
  Delivered powerful nuclear strikes on Tokyo and other Japanese cities. Then the sea and land forces hit.
  The Third World War ended in six months, in general, it was actually going in one direction. And the active phase of hostilities lasted three months.
  Thus the Third Reich established the final world hegemony. Such an injustice happened due to the fact that mediocrity entered the body of the Great Stalin. And no knowledge of the future helped her! In particular, the amateur decided to develop jet aircraft and gave such an order to all plants and factories. It turned out that the screw was turned off and the jet was not released.
  And the strategic decisions of the hitman are nowhere stupider. No wonder the Red Army was blown away. And without it, there is no one to resist Germany, its allies and Japan.
  Well, Hitler himself decided on imperial unification. Namely, the creation of a world unitary power, where all the powers of the planet Earth, without exception, were included in a voluntary-compulsory manner. With a single currency, of course, and a barbaric program of genetic selection.
  And also with the preparation of a massive space expansion!
  
  
  BOY SAVE TSAR RUSSIA
  It's a cold January outside. Here is a boy, Oleg Rybachenko, walking down the street to school, and suddenly he sees that the wall in the neighboring panel house is somehow strangely glowing. The boy feels a special call - run there, you will become the arbiter. The boy ran with all his might.
  It's good that there were surprisingly few cars, and he managed to slip right under their noses. Dexterous diving and you are at the green reflection of the wall.
  The boy throws to her. Hands, as if in a Harry Potter movie, enter this jelly without any problems, and a second later the boy himself from a twenty-five degree frost finds himself on a summer lawn overgrown with green grass.
  Even by inertia, the boy falls on the grass and immediately jumps up. It"s good to be in the arms of a summer that has not yet died after a frost. Even if it jumped over its crown.
  The boy looked around - there were no people around, only trees that had already begun to turn yellow, and ... a railway embankment. Tall, lined with granite and in front of it, barbed wire is even wound on striped poles.
  Oleg Rybachenko felt that all this was not just like that. And he actually faces something decisive... An order is heard in his head: to approach the railway track. It is not too easy to do this, on the way there is a thick layer of wire - Bruno's spiral.
  The heat itself suggested the boy a way out. He began to quickly take off his winter clothes. And throw it on a thorn. The kid feels a special form of mental order. "You can now become the maker of history. You are no longer just a schoolboy with an overdeveloped imagination, Oleg Rybachenko will do great things!"
  The boy filled up the wire, leaving only jeans and a T-shirt on. It was also hot in warm winter boots, and the kid woke up. It is very pleasant to feel the sharp, green grass barefoot. The soil in August is perfectly warmed up and the boy likes to walk on it.
  And winter is a crappy time of the year - unlike the sweet summer. The boy, however, does not have time to stand with his mouth open - since he is the arbiter. The boy quickly climbs through the wire. Electricity was sent through her, and sparks shot through her clothes at her bare heels.
  The boy screamed, a painful blow, and jumped onto the canvas. The soles were pricked by sharp stones. But the boy quickly ran over the embankment. He felt that all this was not without reason, but part of a great plan!
  Here they are hot rails, the sun has already exceeded noon, the air smells of linden and honey. So quiet that you can hear the distant hum of bees.
  The boy stood barefoot on the hot iron and heard new orders: "put seven stones on each rail." The boy hesitated and said aloud:
  - But then the train can go off the rails?
  The voice hit my eardrums:
  - That's exactly what you need! Enemies of Russia will go here!
  The boy didn't argue anymore. And the voice of God clarified: choose only steel-colored stones.
  The hands were already moving. Oleg Rybachenko felt delight in himself - he is the arbiter, a simple schoolboy will go down in history!
  The stones are light on both railway lanes: exactly fourteen pieces - seven from each. And they are virtually indistinguishable!
  It is done! The boy finally crossed himself again, read - "Our Father" and, flashing his bare heels, recovered back. He fled with a running start, rattling on the stones and sore soles. I almost jumped over the embankment...
  I did not want to climb again through the current, but there was no way out. The boy, using a run, flew from the embankment to the last barrier almost instantly. Slightly shocked, but it's not scary. And here he is Oleg Rybachenko again on the warm summer earth. Ahead, right in the air, a green fog glows: the way back.
  The boy really does not want to return from a warm summer back to frost and winter. But then a mysterious voice gives the last order:
  - Hurry up, or the portal will close, and you will forever remain in 1914 and never see your parents.
  Oleg Rybachenko hurriedly rips off clothes from the wire and pulls them on at random. The portal begins to fade and the boy, without shoes, rushes to the exit. It bumps into something elastic and with effort jumps out. Bare feet are burned by the trampled city snow. You have to put on shoes and pull on a winter jacket right on the street - catching the perplexed glances of passers-by.
  Someone even shouted: "crazy". But the boy does not pay attention - he did his job and fulfilled the great mission...
  On August 22, 1914, a train crashed, on which Hindenburg and Erich Ludendorff, Max Hoffmann followed. All three military commanders who played a decisive role in the battles on the eastern front - starting with operations in East Prussia and so on - died.
  As a result, the disorganized German troops suffered a crushing defeat. Defenseless Koenigsberg was taken on the move, and the German troops were partially surrounded, and partially destroyed or captured.
  The victory of the Russian troops had a decisive influence on the entire course of the war. And first of all, from the point of view of the morale of soldiers and officers. It is no secret that after the defeat by Japan, the authority of the Russian army fell sharply. Nobody even considered some narrow-eyed Asians to be a serious opponent. And then the Russians lost four major battles, and in all battles they had a numerical advantage.
  And at sea, too, they were utterly defeated, except that there were separate, private successes. The cruisers of Vladivostok were especially distinguished.
  Well, where to fight the Germans, who were considered the best land soldiers in the world?
  And then it turned out that it was possible to smash the Fritz, and drive and take tens of thousands of prisoners!
  The enthusiasm of the Russian military and the population has grown manifold. On the Austrian front, the advance was swift. Austria-Hungary was not ready for war. And the morale of the Slavic units, especially, is extremely low. Many of them surrendered right to the beat of the drums and the sounds of the orchestra. The Slavs did not want to fight against their brothers, for the hated Austrians. Only the Hungarian and ethnic German units were more or less combat-ready.
  The Russian army overturned the Austrian troops and immediately occupied Lvov, the fortress of Przemysl and, developing success, entered Hungary. The German front was bursting at the seams. The superior Russian forces defeated the Prussians in Poznan and rushed to the Oder. The Germans transferred six corps to Austria.
  But this was not enough. Moreover, there was not enough strength to hold positions in the center. And in the west, heavy fighting continued.
  Then Germany was forced to transfer new forces to the east. The situation was aggravated by the entry into the war against Austria Italy. These countries have had hostile relations for centuries. And the tripartite alliance was in many ways an artificial formation. Although the war had been more favorable for Germany and Austria, Italy would have joined the strongest. And so the Russian troops are already approaching Budapest, and the affairs of the Central Powers are rubbish! Romania hastened to join the war.
  It is clear that the Romanian king is a relative of Nicholas II, and he wants to expand his lands at the expense of the collapsing Austrian empire.
  And Bulgaria, unlike real history, entered the war on the side of Russia.
  Only the Ottoman Empire turned out to be loyal to the Germans. And that's only because the Minister of Defense ordered the start of hostilities, putting the Prime Minister and the Sultan before the fact. The Turkish army is not too strong, but it created problems with the supply of Russia with the Entente. But on the other hand, this is a great chance for Russia to significantly expand its territories to the south. Japan, of course, declared war on Germany and Austria. To grab the German colonies in the Pacific.
  This freed Russia's hands in the Far East. And in the west, the Germans were crushed.
  Only on the Oder River was Germany able to stop the offensive of the Russian army. To do this, it was necessary to stop all offensive operations in the West. Almost half of Austria-Hungary was liberated by Russian troops.
  Thus, the Austrian Empire actually left the game and turned into a burden for Germany. The Bulgarians launched an offensive against Istanbul.
  In winter, there was a lull in hostilities in Europe. But the Russian army launched an offensive against Turkey. And here everything developed successfully. Moreover, the Arabs and Armenians rebelled against Ottoman rule.
  Russian troops were already in Baghdad in February, and the British captured Basra. By the end of March, Russia occupied all of Asia Minor and launched an assault along with the Bulgarians and Serbs of Istanbul. Türkiye is out of the game. Syria, Palestine, southern Iraq went to Britain and France - Russia got everything else. Saudi Arabia - so far remained a formally independent territory, but it was also supposed to be divided after the surrender of Germany. And she was not far off. On April 25, 1915, the United States entered the war with the Germans. It is clear that the Americans are practical people and wanted to be in time for the division of the victory pie. By the spring, the Russian army had produced a new type of weapon in large quantities: all-terrain vehicles "Luna" -2 with machine guns. The new tanks, although light, developed a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on the highway and had excellent driving characteristics.
  Russian troops in early May, as soon as the roads dried up, launched an offensive in Hungary and on the entire southern front. The Austrian army collapsed, the German troops were not enough to hold the front.
  On June 22, Russian troops entered Vienna. And on June 24, the British, French, Belgian, and the first American battalions entered Brussels. Holland entered the war against Germany, and a little later Sweden, with Denmark. The Germans hardly held the barrier along the Oder, but the Russian, tsarist army developed an offensive against Munich. The largest city in southern Germany fell on August 7, 1915. And on August 11 , Germany, in an absolutely hopeless situation for itself, capitulated.
  After that, the division of the territory began. Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire disappeared from the world political map. Bulgaria turned out to be that part of Turkish territory that the Ottomans conquered from it in 1913. Serbia greatly expanded and transformed into Yugoslavia. Romania received Transylvania. Russia included in its composition: Bukovina, Galicia, Czechoslovakia, Krakow region and half of Hungary, right up to Budapest itself, where they drew the border. Germany received a major reduction in its territory. In the west, she had to return Elzar and Lorraine to France, the previously conquered lands of Denmark. The east is the hardest.
  Russia insisted on drawing the border along the Oder, and for France along the Rhine. But the US and Britain did not want to strengthen Russia and France too much and weaken Germany too much. As a result, a compromise was adopted. Russia receives all the lands in the East, where the Poles have the majority.
  East Prussia lost Klaipeda, Danzig, and turned out to be cut off from Germany, but at least it survived in a truncated form. Koenigsberg remained German. But Germany lost a lot of land. The border turned out to be very broken. In some places it even reached the Oder, and largely depended on the ethnic composition of the population. However, the Germans almost completely retained Pomerania. But from Berlin, to the Russian border, there were no more than a hundred kilometers.
  So the Germans are at gunpoint. The size of the German army was limited to one hundred thousand soldiers and officers. Huge reparations were imposed on the Germans. The war lasted a little over a year.
  The Russian, tsarist empire did not have time to fall into a state of crisis, and came out with large territorial acquisitions. The authority of the tsar was strengthened, and the wave of the revolutionary movement began to decline, while in the economy, on the contrary, a period of unusually rapid growth began.
  
  
  HOW LENIN MANAGED TO BECOME US PRESIDENT
  Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, trying to appear taller, straightened up with all his might. His dry, small, but very mobile hands fidgeted nervously on a shiny, black table made of the rarest sandalwood. Sitting across from him, a huge man in a white suit with a heavy gold chain around the neck of a bull, growled:
  - Well, Mr. Ulyanov. I agree to your terms - five thousand bucks a month, plus a percentage of each business put under the hammer! - Here the thug's voice became harder and they even shook the heavy chain sharply. - Only that comrade Lenin without falsehood and dust!
  Rubbing his sweaty hands contentedly, Vladimir Ilyich said:
  - Of course, Mr. Rockefeller, only in our business it is impossible to do without falsehood! Everything should be amicably and very sincerely!
  And both swindlers laughed out loud...
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  The October Revolution did not happen in Russia. There was a temporary lull on the fronts of the First World War. The Germans and Austrians tried to succeed in the West.
  The Russian army was active only on the Turkish front, where it managed to finally connect with the British and inflict a series of defeats on the enemy, occupying most of Asia Minor.
  But then the Constituent Assembly gathered in which the Bolsheviks found themselves in a desperate minority, and the Socialist-Revolutionaries dominated.
  One of the first decisions was: giving the peasants land and continuing the war to a victorious end!
  In July 1918, the German offensive against Paris failed and the victorious Russian army struck, first at the Austrians, then at the Germans.
  Germany desperately resisted, but in December, when Russian troops in the east occupied Warsaw and Krakow, the allies in the west captured Brussels - they still capitulated. True, two weeks later - the absence of a revolution affected.
  Wilhelm, however, was forced to renounce almost all of his powers, remaining a purely nominal monarch.
  And General Kornilov became the president of the new Russian republic. In August 1917, his rebellion was successful, although Kerensky formally remained prime minister, but he had already given the presidency to Kornilov.
  He Kornilov became the supreme commander in chief.
  This was followed by nationwide presidential elections in Russia and a referendum on a new constitution.
  The people to whom the authoritarian form of government is quite familiar - supported Kornilov's version.
  Russia expanded its possessions at the expense of Germany, the disintegrated Austria-Hungary, and Turkey, which disappeared from the world map.
  The latter was finally divided among the great powers. Russia got Asia Minor, the straits and Constantinople. The French took Syria, the British took Palestine and Iraq.
  In 1926, war broke out again between Russia and Japan. The reason was the status of Manchuria and Port Arthur. According to the agreement, the lease rights to Port Arthur were transferred to Japan, and the lease expired. However, the Japanese were not going to return what they had captured to China.
  Moreover, young Hirohito had just received power - dreaming of new victories.
  However, the Russian was already different. Hardened on the fronts of the First World War, with experienced commanders, new tanks and aircraft, she began to successfully attack the Japanese.
  Four and a half months later, the Russian army took Port Arthur and drove the Japanese out of the continent!
  For some time, Japan still held out at sea - until the ships of the Baltic and Black Sea squadrons approached.
  After that, the country of the Rising Sun capitulated.
  Russia developed very quickly, but in 1929 a great depression began all over the world.
  Riots also swept the Russian Empire. Moreover, Kornilov carried out active Russification.
  However, he managed to stay on the throne, and in the USA ... the American Bolsheviks, led by Lenin, came to power!
  Departing from the depression, the new Bolshevik regime began to prepare for a new war!
  The revolution in Spain ended with the victory of the communists and thus a powerful Bolshevik foothold was created in Europe...
  January 1, 1938. Vladimir Ilyich Lenin paces nervously around the huge office in the White House. The situation around the world is heating up. Following Spain, the communists were successful in France.
  Russia, which is ruled by the Generalissimo and President Kornilov, has already made it clear that it will not allow the expansion of Bolshevism into Europe. Five hundred divisions in ten million Russian army is not a joke at all!
  Vladimir Ilyich understands this. And offers a tactical alliance of Britain against Russia.
  The British are always extremely wary of Russian expansion. But radical communism frightened them even more. A wedge had to be driven between them and Russia.
  Lenin was preparing to receive Minister of Defense Churchill and at the same time provide the British with proof of the unshakable power of the United States.
  And for starters, the bald-headed dictator heard a report on a new weapon - the "atomic bomb".
  Oppenheimer delivered his report in a very restrained tone. Yes, there are already successes and even a nuclear reactor has been launched, but the appearance of the atomic bomb is still very far away. The main problem is obtaining enriched uranium and plutonium. In addition, even this news is not entirely pleasant - one such bomb will cost as many battleships. So, what's even the question - is it worth spending money on one big bomb - if you can make a hundred thousand small ones?
  Lenin, a small, bald, but still mobile old man (sixty-seven years old, by the way, is still far from old age!), energetically pacing the large hall of his office, remarked:
  - You comrade do not understand dialectics! Yes, the bomb will still be expensive, but then its cost will drop by an arch order with the transition to mass production!
  Oppenheimer remarked timidly:
  - And the Russians will not sit idly by!
  A logical and tough conclusion followed from Vladimir Ilyich:
  "So you have to get ahead of them at any cost!"
  Here Oppenheimer's black assistant sings:
  - After all, we need a victory! One for all, we will not stand up for the price! One for all, we will not stand up for the price!
  Oppenheimer bowed to US President Lenin and growled:
  - You are a genius! Of course, we will not stand up for the price, and we will get ahead of the Russians, but we need money!
  Lenin confidently said, tapping his heels, shoes made of crocodile skin:
  - There will be money!
  - And slaves!
  Vladimir Ilyich uttered the historic phrase:
  - I do not limit you in means! I'm limiting your time!
  The gears of the US empire's command and administration machine began to turn.
  But this is not the most important thing. Vladimir Ilyich, like no one else, understood that in order to defeat Russia, it was necessary to undermine it from within.
  Vladimir Ilyich wrinkled his high, long, uneven forehead, and energetically picking up the receiver from the telephone began dialing Dulles.
  When the chief spy approached the apparatus, Lenin yelled deafeningly at the top of his lungs:
  - We need a person equal or at least not much inferior to me in the ability to rebel, deceive and seduce the people!
  Dulles answered in a very confident tone:
  - I know such a person Vladimir Ilyich!
  Lenin, jumping up like a devil, roared:
  - So who is he? Who is this man-made genius?
  Dulles, stretching the syllable into a chant, said:
  - Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin! You probably know him, Vladimir Ilyich!
  Lenin winked at himself in the gilt-and-diamond-rimmed mirror and bellowed:
  - This cook prepares only spicy dishes!
  Dulles, grinning confidently, confirmed:
  But that's exactly what we need!
  Lenin winked again and growled:
  - Give Stalin everything he asks. And promise him the place of that arch-insignificant Generalissimo Kornilov!
  Dulles roared deafeningly:
  - Vladimir Ilyich will be performed!
  
  NEVER GIVE UP VITYAZ
  Many argue about whether the Russians would have won World War II on their own, without the help of the West? So the Gods decided to test it in practice. And in one parallel universe, they placed a barrier between the allied forces, colonies, and the Third Reich along with the USSR. And this happened for the purity of the experiment back in June 1941.
  So that the allies could neither help the USSR nor the Third Reich. And for the complete purity of the experiment, Japan was also hidden behind a barrier. Like, let everything be absolutely clean, like in a laboratory.
  In the very first days, nothing much different from the real story happened. The Fritz advanced, as in real history, at about 30-40 kilometers a day, but gradually slowing down. Of course, the absence of British bombardments, and opponents near Rommel's corps, made it possible to unleash part of the forces - especially aviation. But the Germans have not yet done this, so things on the fronts were going quite successfully anyway. However, at the end of July, the Battle of Smolensk slowed down the advance of the Fritz. Hitler decided to withdraw Rommel and his divisions from Libya, deciding that the occupying forces of Italy were enough. The fascist leadership, in order not to waste time, began to transfer the armed forces and especially aviation from France and the Balkans. Hitler still hoped that he could break through the Soviet troops in the center and make it before winter.
  Instead of turning south, the Fritz resumed their offensive in the center, trying to envelop the Soviet troops attacking Smolensk from the flanks. And on August 13, Rommel's corps went on the offensive, crossing the Dnieper and trying to get to the rear of the Soviet group defending Kyiv.
  Stalin was at a loss. Almost all of Europe and French possessions in Africa suddenly turned out to be against him, and not a single ally.
  Is that now do not expect danger from Japan. And the Supreme Commander gives the order: to remove all divisions from the Far East.
  German troops, breaking through almost to Moscow itself, were stopped by the Siberian corps. But in the south, thanks to the change of command and the actions of Rommel, the Fritz were able to cut off the Soviet southern group.
  The course of hostilities in Ukraine was also negatively affected by the fact that Stalin cowardly pulled all the reserves to Moscow, and thereby exposed his own rear.
  More precisely, not to himself, but to the southern group. It turned out to be a bad state. But in real history, the defense of Kyiv turned into a defeat. Only here there was a nuance, the Germans were already near Moscow, and the Nazis strengthened at the expense of Europe, faster than Stalin at the expense of the Far East. And the Germans had to overcome the distance less, and the roads in Europe are better. And try to quickly transfer everything one by one on the Trans-Siberian Railway.
  As a result, the Germans were able to break through to Kharkov and Voroshilovgrad even earlier than in real history, capturing a lot of industry and factories.
  Leningrad also turned out to be blocked, but not taken. And the Germans entered the Crimea. And the Fritz managed to capture Voronezh in the south, moving along the Don to Stalingrad.
  Moscow was nevertheless defended and in the winter they even went over to the counteroffensive. But on the southern flank, Rommel managed to break through to Stalingrad. In the same way, the landing in Kerch did not take place. Soviet troops with great difficulty only managed to push the enemy away from Stalingrad. And that was only because the climate was not on the side of the Wehrmacht and they were dumb to fight in frost and snowdrifts.
  Yes, Rommel had to move beyond the Don. And this was a deafening slap in the face for the Fuhrer.
  But in the spring of 1942, the balance of power changed. Having put a good deal of pressure on their allies, the Germans increased the number of their troops, including at the expense of the Khiva, and the number of satellites. Particularly added by the amount of Italy, and France. Black divisions also appeared on the eastern front. Fortunately, the British and American front from Africa did not interfere with the transfer of troops and resources.
  And de Gaulle, when he lost the support of the allies, was betrayed by his own associates.
  Thus, more significant forces were gathered against the USSR than in reality. The Fritz were especially added in aircraft, while maintaining their advantage in the air. And the ground forces exceeded seven million against 5.6 million Soviet soldiers.
  And the Nazis launched an offensive in the south. Rommel managed to capture Stalingrad on June 27. Fritz were able to pile on hundreds of tanks on the city at once. The dominance of enemy aviation in the air also had an effect, which made it difficult to transfer Soviet reinforcements across the wide Volga River.
  Alas, the heroic Stalingrad did not happen in AI. And Rommel moved along the beaten route in the plans down the Volga and to the Caspian Sea.
  Attempts to break through the Germans with counterattacks in the center failed. Moreover, the Rzhev ledge was not formed. So the Fritz had a more even front at the time of the Soviet counteroffensive, and they also retreated more evenly. But Rzhev, unfortunately, remained with the Nazis.
  It was not possible to break through the Fritz, and it is very difficult to keep the Caucasus after the fall of Stalingrad. Since the supply artery on the Volga is cut. And when at the end of July the Germans reached the Caspian Sea, the situation became almost hopeless. Now it was possible to supply only by water.
  Considering that the Nazis had air superiority, the event became something in between, extremely difficult and hopeless.
  August and September passed in fierce battles, until the enemy along the Caspian coast reached Baku. And there, with Rommel, they resisted until the end of October. The situation was aggravated by Turkey's entry into the war.
  At the expense of Japan, the experimenting gods took care, but not at the expense of the Ottomans. But in winter, the Nazis still did not dare to attack Moscow, they stopped for the winter.
  The Red Army made several offensive attempts. But the enemy was superior in manpower, in the number of experienced personnel and in aviation. Only tanks and artillery were produced in the USSR so far more. But the tanks were mostly light, and the quality of the armor was extremely unimportant. There seems to be a lot of aircraft being produced too, but due to the shortage of duralumin, they are heavier and less maneuverable than the reference ones. Yak-9 also turned out, almost entirely of wood. And that, of course, was a downside.
  Hitler also counted on his new famous tanks - "Panthers" and "Tigers".
  They were produced in increasing numbers. Appeared, and the third representative of the menagerie: "Lion". In real history, such a machine was developed in 1942, but due to lack of resources and heavy weight, the heaviest monster was rejected.
  But here the "Lion" weighing 90 tons went into series. Its advantages, powerful armor and a 105-mm gun, partly compensated for the worst driving performance. Serial 76-mm Soviet guns could not penetrate the "Lion" from all angles.
  So it was not a bad breakthrough tank, if the line of defense is very powerful, and with deep echelons.
  And the Soviet command strengthened under the Soviet capital thoroughly. And try to break through here.
  The fourth representative of the menagerie: "Maus", was somewhat delayed with the launch of the series.
  The number of the Red Army was increased to six million, though many of the soldiers were recruits.
  They were opposed by more than nine million, but the numerical superiority partially compensated for the too motley nature of the enemy army.
  In aviation, the enemy is stronger both in number and quality. The latest ME-309 and Yu-288 appeared. In response, Soviet machines of inferior quality are fighting, due to a lack of skilled labor and scarce materials. The tanks are still old T-34s, and most of the light ones, as well as the KV.
  In the summer, the Wehrmacht led the offensive: the assault on Moscow and the attack up the Volga to Saratov. Moscow, after fierce fighting, was surrounded by the end of autumn. Saratov, Kuibyshev, Penza, Ulyanovsk were also captured. Stalin fled to Sverdlovsk. The situation became critical.
  The capital was ordered not to surrender under any circumstances. The Germans made assaults, but rolled back or got bogged down in street fighting. In winter, the offensive of the Wehrmacht was suspended. True, the Germans in a double ring concluded not only the Soviet capital, but Leningrad.
  In May, the Nazi offensive began again, but already in the direction of the city of Gorky and Kazan. Soviet tank building, despite all the difficulties, was able to put into production: T-34-85 and IS-2, however, in small quantities.
  Gorky fell only in July, while Kazan held out until the end of August.
  A terrible famine reigned in Leningrad, and the Fritz did not even try to storm it. And Moscow was gradually taken under control. And on September 30, after an extremely bloody assault, the Kremlin fell.
  The first-class fortress was severely destroyed. And this was a new blow to the Soviet people. The Germans moved to the Urals, but there they got bogged down in snowdrifts. It is hard to fight with the USSR. Stalin was a supporter of standing to the end. But it was extremely expensive for the country itself and for the Germans in particular.
  In the south, the Nazis also advanced through Central Asia.
  In 1945, the USSR received the SU-100 and IS-3, but only in small series. Alas, by the end of June, the Nazis had also conquered Central Asia. And in July, Sverdlovsk also fell. In August, the Germans captured Kurgan and Tyumen. And on September 3 also Tobolsk. At the end of September, Khanty-Maisiysk. And in mid-October and Omsk.
  Novosibirsk, however, has not yet submitted to the Nazis. Already very severe frosts forced the Fritz to stick to the cities.
  So until May 1946, the Nazis did not conduct active hostilities.
  Then we went to Novosibirsk. Disk-shaped helicopters and the latest tanks of the "E" series took part in the battles. However, this did not help the Fuhrer too much. The Krauts took Novosibirsk at the end of June. Forced the river Ob. Further in July, the monsters captured both Kemerovo and Tomsk, and the Altai Territory. After fierce fighting, Abakan fell in August, and Irkutsk was stormed in September.
  The Germans, vomiting blood profusely, took him too. But again they fizzled out. Stretched out in communications. So we stopped at the approaches to Chita. But in principle, where are they in a hurry? You can wait for the summer, and test new equipment.
  Be it discos or jets. In 1947, Soviet designers launched the IS-4, IS-7 and T-54 tanks into a series. True, in purely symbolic volumes. There were not enough people or resources. The Nazis resumed their advance. Aginskoye was captured at the end of June Blagoveshchensk. Khabarovsk fell in July, and Vladivostok in August. Thus, the Nazis captured almost all major Soviet cities. Maybe except for Pertopavlovsk. Fiends seized Magadan in September. But all the same, Stalin did not go to capitulation.
  In the end, the Nazis still lost!
  
  
  SPACE DIRECTION WARS
  After several relatively prosperous years, severe trials have come for Russia. The Celestial Empire, using its colossal human resources and the advantages of a totalitarian political system, was able to become a world hegemon. In Russia, a brutal massacre broke out on the southern borders. And although the Islamist insurgency was crushed, the war on terrorism has consumed a lot of resources. The situation was aggravated by a tough confrontation with the West.
  As long as everything was based on nuclear deterrence, there were no large-scale wars. But the American scientist Wellington thought of launching a special type of rocket to Mercury on an artificially synthesized radioactive element.
  But there was an error in navigation. The rocket deviated from the course and fell on the Sun... There was an eruption of extremely rarefied plasma, not dangerous for living organisms, but knocking down the atomic structure, and slightly changing the bonds between neutrons in the atomic nucleus. Just exactly enough to make uncontrolled nuclear and thermonuclear reactions impossible.
  And as a result of this: nuclear weapons have become a pile of useless rubbish.
  The most powerful country in the world militarily and economically: the Celestial Empire, which, due to overpopulation, had an acute shortage of fresh water and energy, presented an ultimatum to lease Siberia.
  Russia responded with a decisive refusal ...
  A big war has begun: the Asian coalition against the West. Our Fatherland has become the main arena of large-scale battles. Peaceful life is a thing of the past: the hell of war reigned everywhere. The fiercest battles were in full swing from pole to pole.
  The situation on the fronts was critical: the Asian Union was already approaching the Ural Mountains.
  Near Yekaterinburg, a dazzling fireball fell, and a deadly zone arose in which not a single person could live even a minute.
  Homeland, sacred Russia -
  My heart is open for you...
  The blood of the battlefield irrigated -
  To bloom in the love of the Fatherland land!
  
  The pulse of the Earth beats with a booming groan,
  It's hard when war roars...
  But the Glorious Sun will rise over Russia -
  You are our only immortal mother!
  
  Rye in the endless fields is golden,
  The snow sparkles bright silver.
  And faces look proudly from the icons -
  Knight, be an eagle in battle!
  
  We will win in the battle of the adversary,
  Let's defend the winged dream.
  There is no braver than a Russian soldier,
  I will pray to God!
  . Main content.
  When the heart is filled with mercy, for some reason the wallet is empty!
  The peaks of the Ural Mountains resemble fangs sticking out of the mouth, eaten by caries. Russian tailless fighters are flying at a low level. Like swift falcons, Russian knights attack the clumsy, but powerfully armored winged battleships of the Celestial Empire.
  Air Force pilot Andrey Ognev performs a difficult turn. A heavy five-barreled Chinese cannon that spits out flame and metal. A fire tornado sweeps literally a few millimeters from the translucent armor of a Russian fighter. Tailless snarls in response. A crumbled pulsar slips from a pointed nose. The rotating turret of the gigantic Chinese helicopter warps under impact... Muffled screams are heard.
  Andrei's dark face with a high forehead breaks into a white-toothed smile.
  His partner, a dazzlingly beautiful blonde, Vassa Koltsova, makes a barrel, forcing a steel piranha of an unguided rocket to slip past and sends a "gift" into one of the twelve huge propellers of the battleship's helicopter.
  Huge, with a triple row of blades, the propeller is falling apart. Vassa, not without reason her name is translated as queen, knew how to beat. She always fought in only one short skirt and khaki T-shirt, but on her bare heels she felt herself and the fighter as a single whole.
  Many female pilots imitated her, trying to achieve phenomenal sensitivity. A battleship helicopter is one hundred and twenty fire points that are lowered to the surface - a fire rink. A machine that runs on coal dust, but at the same time carries thousands of tons of metal, applying dynamic protection.
  Japanese, Chinese, Indian designers made a car invulnerable to Russian air defense systems, but unexpectedly came under air attack.
  Contorted with wild anger, the narrow-eyed General McLee roared, pointing with his black-gloved hand:
  - Destroy them! Melt those monsters!
  A full-breasted but thin-waisted Indian Colonel said:
  - This couple is a black prince and a queen. No one has ever knocked them down!
  Mac grinned incredulously and grumbled:
  - Can't be. Increase the density of fire.
  And again the battleship-helicopter shuddered. The rotating turret jammed and the titanium hull caught fire. Flaming yellow and cinnamon soldiers swept past with a howl. A detonation went off, and a napalm-laden rocket blazed inside the hull of the gigantic helicopter.
  Vassa, having reproduced the "slide" technique and passing by the fire trails, gave out:
  - All ages are submissive to war, only you cannot saddle your last day, being defeated without time!
  Andrew is cool. His father was the youngest general in the Angolan army and came to study in Moscow. There he married Lydia Ogneva, a famous athlete and Ph.D. Then his father died, and his black and curly haired mother raised him. At school, they tried to tease Andrei, but the boy was still engaged in martial arts in kindergarten. His mother knew how to fight herself, and his stepfather was a champion in mixed styles.
  Andrei studied well, had a phenomenal memory, and soon he himself became the leader of the boys, their leader. Of course, he chose a flight school, and went to fight for his Motherland Russia. He earned fame and respect. And no one dared to reproach the hero of Russia with black skin, especially since Negro facial features mixed with Slavic ones and this made the athletically built pilot quite handsome.
  There were no less legends about his love affairs than about military exploits. Although Andrei himself was much more modest than it was attributed to him.
  Now he was looking for a way to destroy an invulnerable battleship. Active, multi-layer armor covered the main components of the most powerful machine of the Celestial Empire.
  Savva fired at the propellers, trying to immobilize the structure...
  In the meantime, the battle flared up on the ground. The turretless tanks of the Eastern bloc went on the attack. Some are huge, while others are no more than a meter high.
  Against them, the fighters of the Western coalition used mobile mines and guided projectiles without recoil.
  Not only Russians fought here, but also Europeans: the British, French, Swedes and many others.
  A common enemy brought together people with white skin and Christian morals. The debate about democracy has subsided. Moreover, in Russia, anti-Western sentiments, after the aggression came from the east, came to naught. Indeed, where can a pacifist and tolerant Europe climb to the East. They and the people largely forgot how to fight. And when nuclear weapons disappeared, powerful and overpopulated Asia moved its countless hordes north and west.
  Among those advancing on Russian positions, there are many Arabs. Some fanatics go on the attack, not disguised, in white overalls. Accept death with a smile on their lips.
  Thousands of advancing tanks and infantry fighting vehicles seem like ants from a bird's eye view. Savva, having damaged another screw, turning a little pale, whispered:
  - Still, there are too many of them ... God help Russia.
  The girl herself saw what was happening in the cities captured by the Asian coalition. Mass pogroms, murders, massacres. Men were hung on a wire, and women and children were taken to special camps. And then they sold or distributed them to certain works. And the torture of prisoners of war is already common, and even mandatory.
  General McLee does not spare even his own. In a helpless frenzy that they can not cope with the tiny Chizh-3 fighters, he grabs a sword from the wall and cuts off the hand of the Arab who controls the anti-aircraft gun. He screams, and presses the bloody stump to his chest.
  And the formidable commander of a hand that has just been cut off, with long nails, threatens in the direction of the importunate Russian aces, shouting:
  - Destroy! Burn! Burn!
  Savva, in a rage, fires another rocket... She is running out of ammunition. But the air battleship is also losing stability.
  Its deadly artillery is out of the game... Having lost the lion's share of its combat power, the hulk turns back. They need to get back to base as soon as possible for repairs and resupply.
  Below, Russian cannons fire accurately at the enemy's angular, flat-iron tanks. Several cars stopped, puffing smoke into the sky. In one "bandura" ammunition began to burst. It flew off, flipping over like a gymnast's muzzle, until it hit a mound of gravel.
  Long-range, Russian cannon sends a projectile in the direction of the flagpole. A gunner girl with a blond scythe, cross herself with two fingers and whisper in German:
  - Let there be good luck for us!
  The flag of the Asian Coalition is bright yellow with a red circle in the middle. This is closer to Japan, but this is the symbol chosen by the coalition. A small projectile from a high-precision cannon breaks a thick rod and a huge canvas that can cover the floor of a stadium falls down. A dozen Asian tanks are at once covered with a velvety veil.
  From the side of the Western coalition, and the Russian positions, a unanimous sound is heard:
  - Hooray!
  Really symbolic. And let the enemy outnumber ten times, but the strength of the Russian spirit is unshakable.
  Both Russian fighters find themselves momentarily wing to wing. A single whole - almost triangular falcons - the defenders of Russia. Savva has already imagined how Andrey will put his black strong hand on her shoulder. This is a really strong man who you can rely on.
  But just at that moment, it was like a thousand photo blitzes flashed at once. And in the eyes of the fighting couple it darkened. Then the blackness was painted with multi-colored blots, similar to those that appear when oil is spilled on water.
  Andrei tried to rub his eyes. His hand, with difficulty overcoming resistance, seemed to rake the water.
  As if from afar, the voice of Savva is muffled:
  - Are we dead?
  The black captain replies loudly:
  - No! We are alive.
  Suddenly, this thick, sticky feeling disappears, and they seem to be in a state of free fall. It even became light for a few moments, as if in weightlessness.
  Savva even whispered a little upset, in a singsong voice:
  Seems like the world is hopelessly lost
  And the path to the stars of the knight is blocked ...
  In these bends of endless orbits,
  Not destined - faith is to drown!
  And then she gasped, landing with her bare soles on sharp, mountainous stones. The darkness, mixed with light spots and waves, dissipated.
  The eyes hurt a little from the May, midday light. Savva was on all fours and immediately jumped up.
  Andrei professionally bent his legs in a jump, and skillfully landed. His face, with a masculine chin, and a high broad forehead, kept a calm expression. He even smiled at his partner.
  - You see! There is that light, and as I have long suspected - this is not paradise!
  Savva, staggering, took a few hesitant steps. Upon landing, she painfully bruised her bare soles, and tore her knee. But the girl, with a habitual effort of will, drove away the martyred expression from her face and pointed her finger in front of her, exclaiming:
  -Wow!
  Andrey looked where Savva pointed. Before them was a dilapidated hill. And on its top, broken in cracks, a ball rested. More precisely, a spherical, half lead, half platinum hue apparatus, with a sharp beak on top and a dozen thin tentacles evenly spaced along the edges of this futuristic object.
  The girl, confused, whispered;
  - This is Newton's Biome! And how did he get hurt?
  Andrey looked closely, pressed his head into his shoulders, sniffed the air. The air smelled of ozone and burnt tires. Looking around warily, the captain said in a barely audible voice:
  - Here we can run into an ambush!
  Savva confidently took a step towards the ball and, without lowering the volume of her voice, said:
  - No! I know where we are! This is exactly the anomaly zone where the spacecraft fell. It's only a hundred miles north of where we fought!
  The captain shrugged his shoulders again and, keeping the appearance of calmness in his voice, said:
  - More than a minute in the anomalous zone, no one could survive. Even robots broke, crumbling into rust!
  Savva, although it was not easy for her, bravely exclaimed:
  -And we will survive!
  And she ran towards the hill. Her dusty, round heels, scratched by the fall, quickly flashed across the uneven, rocky ridge.
  Andrew was amazed. Doesn't it hurt her barefoot on sharp stones? In general, Koltsova's behavior seemed strange to many when she ignored the usual flight uniform, fought in almost bare clothing. And if somewhere in Mesopotamia or Africa, it can be comfortable in one camouflage T-shirt, but it is still cool in the Urals in spring.
  The girl arrived from the southern frontier. Russian and European troops fought in Syria, in Iraq, trying to contain the breakthrough of the Asian coalition. Moreover, part of the Islamic forces was on the side of Russia, and part of Asia.
  There was not even a distinct front line in the south. In Africa in general, even in the same country, different tribes fought with each other. Moreover, religion did not play a decisive role. Many Christians, as well as pagans, followed the Asians, under supposedly leftist slogans. Africa has really become like in a song in a cartoon about Aibolit.
  But, probably, running barefoot in the desert is even harder than running along mountain steeps. And Savva, this savage with a master's degree, a candidate of biological sciences, knew neither pain nor fear.
  Andrei rushed after her, trying to catch up with the devil. The spacecraft turned out to be much further than it seemed at first glance.
  The girl usually braided her hair, but now her hair was falling apart, and the golden train was fluttering like a flame of a torch in the wind.
  Never before had a black captain found his girlfriend so beautiful.
  Although Andrey is not a weak athlete, he only managed to shorten the distance with great difficulty, but he never caught up with her, although he stumbled and almost hurt his nose. (By the way, not African at all, but with a slight hump and slightly upturned, even , like the whole body.) And Savva's bare, chocolate-colored legs flashed, almost at the very head of the black gentleman and ... the girl passed through the wall, as if she were just a hologram.
  Annoyed that she overtook him, Andrei jumped after her. Careless, but quite chivalrous.
  The lead surface washed over like warm sea water, and then flying across the floor, burying its face in Savva's bare feet. Mechanically Andrei kissed her ankles, but the girl kicked him angrily, exclaiming:
  - Look, what interesting things are here!
  Although Ognev wanted to say that there is nothing more interesting when such a beauty is next to you, but having received a heel in the nose, he quickly jumped up. And was not disappointed.
  Stuffed animals and insects hung on the walls. Moreover, those that did not exist and could not exist beyond the earth. And carrots with a dozen crab claws, and a cactus with frog legs and cockscombs, and feather cockroaches with crocodile mouths with retractable fanged tongues. Unless, of course, this can be compared with a baked prince.
  Andrei jumped up in surprise and exclaimed loudly:
  - Greetings brothers in mind!
  In response, silence ... Savva quite logically and rationally remarked:
  - We should not shout, we'd better examine the starship.
  Inside the spaceship was much larger than it seemed from the outside. The corridors narrowed and widened. Armored doors parted as people approached them. And what just did not come across there.
  All sorts of stuffed animals, and statues, and holograms. As well as paintings: moving, and in oil, and with a cybernetic mosaic. Holograms did show the real movie in color. And battle scenes, and various kinds of peaceful, quite idyllic pictures.
  Andrew remarked with surprise:
  - Strange. It's like a flying museum.
  Savva quite rationally objected:
  - Everything in our world is both a museum and a dump! Let's eat better...
  - Weapon! - blurted out the black captain. And quickly added. - We must help our Motherland win the Third World War.
  Savva looked up and shouted:
  Help us save civilization! Humanity is in danger!
  In response, a low, unusually deep bass was heard:
  - You, the natives, apparently want to get something from us?
  The girl stretched her hands forward and whispered pleadingly:
  - Not we! It is about the fate of all mankind. The third world war decides - what will win: a barbaric, cruel approach or humanism and civilization?
  The bass changed to a thin soprano, and an incredulous tone:
  - Oh, is it? After all, a person tends to be mistaken, including about his own intentions. - Orange winds passed through the air and the voice, becoming half an octave lower, continued. - As always, the vast majority of races in the universe have a tendency: to present themselves, if you use your language, as highly humane, and the enemy simply as a fiend.
  Savva, without ceasing to drum nervously with her foot, on the coating of an unknown metal, muttered:
  - And you yourself look! Look with what barbaric methods they are waging war against us!
  The voice warmed a little, and the air began to seem softer:
  - Yes, your enemy is cruel, but you are not angels either. Ultimately, it is not mathematics that will decide which of you will have power on Earth!
  Andrey has already voiced:
  - Then who?
  But instead of answering, the floor beneath them swayed, and the girl, along with the black guy, met the ceiling with their faces. Then everything changed at once. They found themselves in the center of a large, badly destroyed city. The guns roared deafeningly. Large shells exploded and bombs fell. Groups of Russian and European soldiers advanced. The yellow and brown soldiers of the Asian Union, bearing losses, retreated, covering the path with mountains of corpses. Savva took a step and stepped on a bloody stream.
  No, this, of course, could not confuse the warrior who had gone through fire, water and copper pipes (the latter so far to a minimal extent!) But my heart was not well. But Andrei cheered up, threw a stone with his right hand at the yellow face of a narrow-eyed soldier who raised his machine gun, he fell. The captain exclaimed:
  - This is Beijing! Our guys are winning!
  Indeed, a crooked pointer with a similar hieroglyph burned with blue flames. Savva for some reason did not feel joy. Although she had seen on the Internet pictures from Beijing and the characteristic buildings of the Chinese capital.
  But here it's terrible. Women are burning, children are crying. And a lot of corpses. The dead literally filled up all the approaches, and their number grew. Never before had the girl seen the dead piled up in mounds.
  Andrey has already picked up the machine gun dropped by someone and opened fire to kill. He is a born warrior. On the father's side from the Zulu tribe, on the mother's side: great-grandfather twice a hero of the USSR, grandfather fought in Vietnam and Afghanistan, father in Syria, Donbass and Chechnya.
  In Savva's head flashed:
  Anyone who is a man is born a warrior,
  It so happened - the gorilla took the stone!
  When enemies without counting are legion,
  And in the heart a hot flame blazes!
  And the girl herself picked up the machine gun. Strong hands are habitually light in the handle. Brave marches sounded in my head: destroy, serve your Great Motherland.
  But an unexpected faint squeak made the girl freeze. To the right, children's sobs and cries were distinctly heard. Savva turned, and her eagle gaze, through the smoke enveloping everything, made out small, yellowish figures. Yellowish, narrow-eyed children were crying and trying to get out of the burning house. But their way was blocked by a blockage of tar-impregnated logs. And behind the guys spread carnivorous flames.
  The fire-breathing dragon seemed to be eager to sacrifice to Gehenna...
  To endure this was higher than Savva's strength. The girl ran towards the fire. It is necessary to save the little ones: whether they are Russian or Chinese is not important!
  Suddenly, a stream of napalm blocked the path of the barefoot warrior.
  With a wild cry
  - Lord save!
  She threw herself into the fire. A hundred red-hot pins seemed to pierce his bare soles, the flames singed his defenseless knees. Delicate, olive skin, covered with nasty, crimson blisters. How painful it was for Savva. The wildest scream escaped from the lungs. I wanted to turn back and jump out of the flames of hell.
  But the girl felt: it is impossible to delay not a second. Children may die. And it doesn't matter whose they are. Dostoevsky said: all the treasures of the world are not worth one tear shed by a child. Pain from bare heels to the back of the head, like herds of horses, beat with steel sharp hooves at the nerve endings.
  Her wonderful golden hair has already caught fire, and the flames are trying to lick predatory in the face. She will never be the same beauty again. Here is a purple ulcer, spread over her tender, velvety cheek.
  Savva desperately jumps, how far it seems to reach the goal. A mixture of smoke and burning air rushes into the lungs. The spotted T-shirt on you has already burned down, and you, like Jeanne D, are in a painful fire. A little more, a little more. Oh my god, her body is a leper sore.
  The fiery wall is interrupted, and Savva jumps out into the coolness. She is already burned, her wonderful body is like a continuous wound, and her burned soles seem to be stepping on the sharpest daggers. There is a blockage ahead. And you need to jump into the roaring, merciless flame again.
  And the girl feels that her strength and courage are running out. She almost passes out from the pain shock. But through the murk one can see a girl that pulls her little hands and bounces off the fire with a screech, and a boy with a shaved head, and a very small one who has barely learned to walk.
  Having gathered the rest of her strength, Savva jumps, rage, and a sense of justice give her the courage to overcome unbearable pain. Flaming logs and beams fly to the sides. A little more effort. The burnt hands of the disfigured girl grab the red-hot grate. Pain like a hundred-ton ram falls on the head, chest, the whole body to the very last cell. The grate does not move and then Savva grabs it with his teeth. You can go crazy from such suffering, crumble and collapse the last of the bodily beauties untouched by the flames. But then, finally, the Lord rewarded the effort, the grate, red from the heat, flew off the cement base.
  The crippled girl, with her teeth broken and bursting from the heat, faints. At the last thread of consciousness, the mutilated skin feels like a freed child, jumping over the charred legs of the fallen heroine.
  Savva woke up... She stood with Andrei on the highest snowy peak. Thunderous, like a choir of a thousand voices of archangels, the voice announced:
  - You passed the test! There will be peace on the planet! Russia will become the mother of all the people of the Earth!
  A black-skinned youth, and a blonde who became even slimmer and more beautiful, saw flowering gardens, funnels overgrown before our eyes, and throwing weapons, embracing soldiers. The era of hatred and war was over forever.
  And it sounded over the whole planet;
  Russia and China forever united,
  Islam, Christianity: friends without malice!
  Let us glorify the Most High Lord Name -
  All nations of the world - Native family!
  
  PETER III - THE GREAT KING
  Peter the Third managed to persuade the famous reformer general to join his team and accept the rank of field marshal. Nikolai Papin became Minister of Defense and carried out a number of reforms. This strong and authoritative man helped Peter III uncover and suppress the conspiracy of the Orlov brothers. All five conspirators were hanged. Catherine received a divorce for adultery and was exiled to a monastery.
  Peter the Third strengthened his power and was crowned. And with his coming to power, tangible changes occurred in Russia. Indeed, Peter the Third, like his grandfather, outlined fundamental reforms. And besides, the changes affected foreign policy.
  A supporter of an alliance with Frederick II, Peter ordered Rumyantsev, together with the Germans, to defeat the Austrians. After that, Germany more than returned the previously lost lands.
  But Russia also received control over the straits from Denmark, dividing it with the Prussians. However, Peter showed practical acumen, and took almost all the possessions of this state, leaving only a symbolic part of the crown's possessions to his "favorite" Frederick. It must be said that Papin's influence benefited the grandson of Peter the Great.
  One of the ideas of Peter the Third was the idea of dividing Poland between Russia and Prussia. In 1965, war broke out with the Commonwealth. The brilliant Alexander Suvorov quickly advanced in it. Peter the Third turned out to be intelligent and managed to get primordially Russian lands into his empire, and the Prussians knew the ethnic part of Poland.
  As in real history, Russia had to fight with the Ottoman Empire. The fighting for the Russians was even more successful. Papin's reforms, the talent of Rumyantsev, and the rapidly advancing Suvorov had an effect. The tsar liked the restless Alexander Vasilyevich, Peter the Third, and he himself was very fussy and was on his feet all the time. So they got on really well.
  Inside the country, Emperor Peter carried out a number of reforms. Estates were confiscated from negligent landlords in favor of the state treasury, a number of restrictions were introduced on corvée and the sale of peasants. But so far, Tsar Peter did not dare to fully mark Serfdom.
  In addition, church reforms caused strong opposition from the Orthodox Synod. The king, arguing that the Bible forbids worship and service to anyone other than God, abolished the cult of saints.
  There was something of Lutheranism in this - a struggle with relics and icons.
  Pray only to the Lord God, only worship him!
  But this could not but arouse resistance. In places, even the priests incited the people to rebel.
  Nevertheless, the reform passed, and in churches, places of worship, only images of Christ and the Virgin Mary remained.
  The people generally preferred to listen to the king. In addition, Peter the Third became famous as a caring ruler. More serious was the seizure of all land from monasteries and churches.
  After the victory over Turkey, the king's authority grew even more. Perth the Third finally decided to abolish Serfdom. Such a decision could not but cause serious upheavals in the state. The landowners suffered huge losses, but the industrial revolution began. The country, through all the difficulties, moved forward sharply and with deceleration.
  The second war with the Turks turned out to be even shorter and the Russian troops under the command of Suvorov quickly won. Moreover, the revolution in France diverted the attention of Europe.
  This was taken advantage of by Peter the Third, placing on the throne of Constantinople, his youngest son, from Konstantin Voronina, the Turkish sultan.
  Thus, the Ottoman Empire found itself, as it were, in union with Russia.
  Then there was the war in Egypt. The local sultan did not want to recognize Russia's dominion over Africa. And here for the first time the genius of Suvorov and Napoleon Bonaparte collided with each other.
  Having lived quite a lot at that time for 70 years, Peter the Third died. He went down in history under the name of the Great Liberator. Which is very honorable!
  Perhaps surpassing his charismatic grandfather! And Emperor Paul ascended the throne. Suvorov, having defeated the still too young and inexperienced Napoleon, conquered the north of Africa and even Morocco.
  Since in this alternative history, there was no famous Swiss campaign that undermined Suvorov's health, the famous hardened field marshal lived longer.
  Napoleon did not become emperor of France, because he did not have time to become famous as a commander and was beaten more than once. After the collapse of the directory, Louis the Eighteenth took power. There was a reformation, that is, the restoration of the monarchy.
  Paul the First still did not escape the conspiracy, but this happened five years later. And his son Alexander became emperor. This is where the twist began. Konstantin was a teenager, and also, being the Russian Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, he claimed power.
  But Alexander Suvorov was still alive and managed to reconcile his nephew and uncle. Although, of course, the internal autonomy of the Ottoman Empire generated friction.
  In addition, Russia faced the opposition of England. The rising power of Britain was not happy with its neighbor. And even the second big war with the USA began. Perhaps the British expected that after the death of George Washington, chaos and disgrace would come to America. But the calculation was not justified.
  The people of the United States did not want to go back under the English king. The war lasted for ten years with varying success, and in the end, Britain, having exhausted its forces, stopped the offensive.
  But the Americans did not calm down and developed an offensive against Canada. The situation for Britain was aggravated by the position of Russia, which provided assistance to the Americans.
  Eleven more years of bloody war, and America recaptured Canada. Britain was weakened, but a new geopolitical monster appeared: the United States.
  Russia waged war with Austria, and conquered it, partly dividing it with Prussia.
  At the same time, expansion into Canada continued. The country has become highly industrialized. A powerful and numerous fleet was built. The Russians landed in Australia and expanded into Africa.
  After the death of Alexander the First, a struggle for power arose again, between the branches. Alexander's brother Constantine abdicated, and the son of another Constantine, Andrei, advanced to the throne, contesting it with Nicholas.
  Formally, Nicholas was proclaimed king, but during the coronation, the king was killed.
  In the ensuing confusion, Andrew was the first to not quite legally seize the throne. The new king almost immediately began a war with Iran and undertook a campaign against India. Britain was still at war in Canada and found herself tied up. And the eastern campaign strengthened the authority of Andrei the First and allowed him to launch his branch of the Romanov dynasty. At the same time, Russia and the Ottoman Empire finally merged into a single state. Yes, and annexing Persia and India.
  Andrew the First was succeeded by Alexander the Second. Under this monarch, Russia continued its expansion into Indochina and into China itself. Prussia also became the strongest empire, uniting the German lands and defeating France.
  However, Britain supported the French and there was a revenge war. The British Empire put up stubborn resistance. The war dragged on for a couple of decades.
  Russia, meanwhile, completely conquered Asia, and reached Singapore. It became the biggest, strongest power in the world, moving through Asia and Africa.
  But at the same time, the United States also rose. The Americans completed the development of Canada, where they shared spheres of influence with Russia. Then they captured the states of Texas and California from Mexico.
  The United States retained a republican form of government, while Russia remained an absolute monarchy for the time being. Alexander II, replaced by Andrei II. The Romanov dynasty continued.
  The protracted war between Britain and France, against Germany, led to the fact that the Germans kept the previously conquered lands, including Lorraine, but could not advance further and completely ran out of steam. However, the British and French also pretty much bled to death.
  Under these conditions, tsarist Russia continued to dominate the world and increase its influence.
  True, a monster was growing up in the face of the United States. Moreover, America turned out to be more extensive than it was in real history at the expense of Canada.
  But this has not yet reached alarming proportions. In addition, a civil war broke out in the United States, which led to mass casualties and destruction. Moreover, unlike the real story, General Lee managed to break through the Congress of the Confederation, the right of blacks having served in the army of the southern states: to receive freedom and citizenship.
  And this greatly dragged out the war, and of course, increased the sacrifice. The cunning Russian diplomacy, which also showed interest in protracting the conflict, also had an effect. And purely tactically, the southerners at the first stage of the war achieved great success and were able to take Washington and New York. Philadelphia became the new capital of the Northern Alliance.
  The civil war itself fell on a later period: 1881 - 1905, and dynamite, and even machine guns, were crushed in it.
  In Russia, Tsar Andrei II was replaced by Alexander III. The new king was not at all peaceful. Russia faced in Africa with France and Britain, who tried to develop new colonies. And hung in conflict with them.
  A new war began for the redivision of the world, in which Prussia traditionally acted in alliance with Russia. This time, the Germans got it right. France, along with the Russians, was defeated in a few weeks. Britain sat out overseas, but lost all her colonies in Africa and Australia, and in the Pacific Ocean.
  The Germans got theirs, and expanded, leading the border near Paris, and to the Porte de Calais, and even included Normandy. And something in Africa itself.
  And Britain sank to the level of a minor power, France completely became a tributary.
  But the next war happened already with Prussia, under Vladimir the Third. By this time, such types of weapons as tanks, aircraft, submarines appeared.
  The Prussians acted in alliance with Japan. The war at first did not develop very successfully for Russia. Corruption in the tsarist army, the conservatism of the generals, and the active assistance provided by the United States to Japan affected. In addition, Sweden and Norway, and Britain and France opposed Russia.
  The war began in 1921, ironically on the fateful day of June 22. It was almost a worldwide battle. What was left of Europe and Asia went against Russia. Spain and Portugal also went on a similar adventure. Portugal felt left out in Africa, and the Spaniards dreamed of restoring their former glory in the Middle Ages.
  Since this moment in the Eastern Hemisphere, there is not so much space that is not controlled by the Russian Tsar.
  By the way, the overwhelming superiority of tsarist Russia in human resources, the strong autocratic system, and the weakness of the internal opposition played a decisive role in the war.
  Yes, the German tanks managed to break through from the Neman to the Dnieper in the first two months, and besiege Riga, and in the south, drive the Russian troops out of Hungary. And the gods gave the land of the Rising Sun the opportunity to defeat the Russian fleet. But again, for the time being.
  Untalented generals could lose battle after battle. But a new one was growing up. And the king, in the end, intensified the fight against corruption and organized a more or less tolerable supply. And human resources: Chinese, Indian, Arab divisions were in motion. The Germans were unable to cross the Dnieper, and in the winter the Russian troops launched a counteroffensive.
  It should be noted that Sweden and Norway are not very strong opponents; already in March 1922, Stockholm was taken. And Oslo fell in May. By June 1922, the tsarist troops were able to restore the pre-war situation, pushing the Prussians back to their original lines.
  France, seeing this development of events, hurried out of the war. In response, the Prussian King Wilhelm occupied Paris and its southern regions. Russian troops were advancing. In September they embroidered to the Vistula. Battles for East Prussia unfolded. Koenigsberg fell in December ... And Vienna was liberated for the new year.
  It was not easy for the Japanese either, whose fleet suffered heavy damage and lost the initiative.
  The year 1923 began with a big offensive of Russian troops in Poland and within three months an exit to the Oder and the Alps in the south. The Germans had a chance to hold out near Berlin, but Russian troops launched an offensive in Bavaria in April. The troops advanced slowly and steadily towards the end of the summer, the Russians reached the Rhine. In autumn, the Ruhr region was recaptured from the Germans, and in December, after fierce fighting, Berlin was surrounded.
  Germany no longer had a chance to win the war. Another six months in 1924 were fought on the continent until Spain, Portugal, Germany, previously captured by the Germans: Holland and Belgium, were subjugated.
  Only Britain remained, and Japan had already lost both Okinawa and Hokkaido.
  Churchill led the defense of the metropolis. But the British had no chance.
  True, they beat the autumn landing.
  The year 1925 has come. In the US, there was no unity on what to do. Allow to finish off Britain and Japan. Or still enter into a difficult war?
  Common sense said that, despite the developed industry, America would be trivially crushed by numbers. But being alone with a Russian bear is extremely scary.
  In June, Russian troops carried out, this time a successful landing in Britain, London fell. And in August, Japan was also finished.
  Thus ended another war.
  Russia took control of all the countries of the Eastern Hemisphere. At the same time, the empire itself remained autocratic and unitary. Or almost unitary. European possessions had some external attributes of autonomy. But all the same, tsarist power dominated everywhere. Whether it is the Kingdom of Poland, or the Kingdom of Sweden with Tsar Vladimir at the head.
  On March 5, 1933, Tsar Vladimir the Great died, and his son Cyril became the new Tsar. But the reign of the new monarch was short, exactly one hundred days. And on the throne was fifteen-year-old Alexander the fourth. And fifty days later he had an accident. Nicholas II succeeded to the throne at the age of only ten years. There are four emperors in one year... Well, what happens!
  Only very rarely, of course, and not in all countries of the world!
  Although, of course, many remembered that Nicholas the First ruled for a very short time and died as a result of violence.
  But the beginning of the reign of Nicholas II turned out to be quite good. Two years later, the first artificial satellite in the history of planet Earth was launched, which flew around the planets.
  And 1937 turned out to be not so sinister as in real history. Since it was this year that the first Russian guy flew into space. No, not Gagarin, but Prince Igor Trubetskoy. Yuri Gagarin has not been lucky yet. And where are you going?
  Russia, the most extensive empire, can allocate colossal funds for space expansion.
  The following year, 1938, the first Russian atomic bomb was tested.
  The new Tsar Nicholas II was still very young and, of course, impatient. In addition, the United States remained Russia's only dangerous competitor. Not to mention the fact that the Americans, too, may be about to have an atomic bomb.
  On March 1, 1940, by order of Tsar Nicholas II, who had already formally become an adult, the invasion of the United States began. The formal reason was the support by the Americans of the Republican opposition in Russia with the demands for parliamentary elections.
  It is possible that the decision of the Young Man Nicholas II was the wisest step. After all, it is impossible to allow a potential adversary to acquire nuclear weapons as well.
  The offensive of the Russian troops using large tank columns initially developed successfully and quickly. But then the resistance of the Americans intensified. For several months, the advance of the Russian troops was extremely slow. But all the same, the enemy was losing, and yielding to the amount of manpower, and the quality of the tank fleet was doomed.
  But an uprising broke out in Africa and China. Moreover, significant forces were diverted to suppress the rebellion.
  In 1941, the US armies launched a counteroffensive, but also failed to achieve their goal. Several attacks, and then the winter of 1941-1942, during which the Americans lost almost all of Canada. And in April, Toronto and Quebec fell almost simultaneously.
  The war has already begun on traditional American territory. There were exchanges of blows. But the larger Russian boxer overcame the American cock.
  Philadelphia fell in August 1942. And in October 1942, Russian troops approached New York. Then the US government decided to use nuclear weapons.
  But they still did not have the slightest opportunity to get the territory of Russia, so the bet was made on strikes against the assault troops.
  The bomb was fired at night. This decision is due to the fact that a bright flash blinds the soldiers.
  The effect was not very significant, a little more than a thousand people died, twenty thousand people were blinded, though most of them were temporary. But such a blow cannot be called decisive.
  Moreover, tsarist Russia has much more nuclear charges, so it is not yet a fact that it is rational to open such an exchange of nuclear rations.
  But where are you going? In a bad position, all moves are bad, and smart politicians do not get into a bad position.
  In December, New York and Washington fell, and before that, the Americans used five more of their not very powerful and successful bombs in terms of design. And the response of the tsarist generals dropped twenty of their charges. So it turned out to be serially used a terrible bomb.
  The war lasted until February 23, 1943, but no one dropped atomic bombs.
  America was completely liberated from the domination of capital and brought under the rule of an autocratic monarch.
  The king received new lands and great glory. And now no one dared to argue with him.
  In 1945, Russian cosmonauts landed on the moon. And in 1947, the Russian army entered Mexico. The king decided that it was time to put an end to such a relic as the existence of many states on one planet. And his army moved to conquer everything that can be conquered.
  In 1949, Argentina became the last sovereign country annexed to the Russian Empire.
  And there was peace throughout the world. In 1953, Russian cosmonauts also set foot on the surface of Mars. 1956 - Venus with a man. 1960 - Mercury. 1961 - one of the satellites of Mars. 1967 - Man on Neptune, and in 1968 - on Saturn. In 1970 - Uranus, and in 1971 - Pluto.
  Nicholas II went down in history under the nickname: the finisher! In 2016, the king was already ninety-three years old. But the successes of earthly medicine do not yet allow us to consider the king too decrepit and weak. He has been in power for 83 years, which is an absolute record among those rulers whose term of office is more or less reliable. Although in history, they say, there were cases when they ruled longer.
  On Earth, things are almost going well. True, there is a problem with the growing population, which has already exceeded eight billion. Great hopes are associated with space expansion.
  Several towns have already been built on the moon. As it turned out, with six times less gravity than on Earth, vegetables and fruits grown in greenhouses can reach enormous sizes.
  Towns have been built on both Mars and Venus, as well as factories on Mercury. This planet, which is closest to the Sun, is very convenient for the production and rolling of metals. For this purpose, solar energy is used.
  There are also human settlements on the satellites of Jupiter, Uranus, Saturn. Space is gradually being mastered to an ever greater extent.
  And it was in 2016 that the first interstellar expedition to the star Sirius started from the Moon. The monarch very much expects to live up to such a joyful event as establishing contact with brothers in mind.
  
  
  
  UNIVERSE NIGHTMARE
  The Spanish dictator Franco, in contrast to the real story, agreed to the German troops to attack the English fortress of Gibraltar. In exchange, Spain received some British and French lands in Africa.
  The assault under the command of Mainstein took place at night from November 25, 1940 to 26. As it turned out, the British were not quite ready for such a military move, and the Nazis managed to capture such a powerful fortress from a swoop.
  Its fall had a significant impact on the course of the war. The Wehrmacht was able to transfer forces over the shortest distance to Africa, and the British were blocked from entering the Mediterranean Sea from the East.
  The German command sent several divisions to equatorial Africa. In addition, Rommel's corps was transferred to Libya, a few months earlier than reality.
  The British, in turn, abandoned the offensive against the Italians in Ethiopia and began to strengthen their positions in Egypt. However, Rommel managed to get ahead of them, and as a result of a preemptive strike, he defeated the colonial troops, capturing Alexandria and Cairo. The position of Britain in Africa became more complicated. The Germans had already reached the Suez Canal and threatened to advance further into the Middle East. In addition, it became possible to move towards the Sudan.
  True, the affairs of the Italians in Greece were not very successful, but the approach of additional forces from Germany saved the situation.
  Hitler had a dilemma: to attack the USSR or finish off Britain? The successes of the Wehrmacht in Africa prompted the second decision - to untie their hands in the West. Although the military preparations of the USSR inspired fear in the Fuhrer.
  The Red Army was getting stronger, but the Germans were not sitting idly by either. The production of tanks in 1941 doubled compared to 1940, and aviation increased by almost two and a half times.
  The Nazis carried out the bombing and landing on Malta. Then Rommel broke through the defenses at the Suez Canal and entered Iraq, which had rebelled against British rule. The Germans relatively easily conquered both Kuwait and the entire Middle East. Stalin, on the other hand, adhered to a waiting tactic. But Churchill stubbornly continued the war. The Wehrmacht, having reached Iran, turned to South Africa.
  The year 1941 was drawing to a close. The release of submarines increased, and Britain was losing its colonies. The US has been passive. But Japan could not sit idly by and attacked Peru Harbor on December 7th. A new intense war began in the Pacific. And Hitler had to again abandon plans for an attack on the USSR.
  It is necessary to help the Japanese, to seize Iran and India, as well as South Africa. And most importantly Britain itself. Moreover, American bombers are not a toy. They can cause the Third Reich a lot of trouble. And it is most convenient to deliver bombing strikes from the territory of Britain.
  So the Fuhrer was forced in 1942 to abandon the idea of invading the east.
  There was a risk that Stalin himself would open the front, but... One must know Stalin's character. He is very reserved in foreign policy. The war with Finland made the Red Dictator even more cautious.
  While the USSR is building up strength. The number of aviation on January 1, 1942 reached thirty-two thousand vehicles, and tanks, more than twenty-five thousand, plus another three thousand tankettes. In total, Stalin planned to complete the recruitment of 20 mechanized corps, with a total number of tanks of 32 thousand vehicles, of which the latest KV of various brands and T-34, 16.5 thousand. Plus, the development of the T-50 tanks was still going on, although the car turned out to be light.
  The Germans, having encountered the Matilda and some cruiser tanks, and having information that the British were developing heavy tanks, also began to make their own mastodons. First of all, the "Tiger" with an 88 mm cannon, and armor with an impenetrable 75 mm cannon with a long barrel.
  Information about Soviet tank building was also available. The KV-2 tank marched at the May Day parade on Red Square, and the thirty-four had some data.
  In any case, when Speer headed the imperial ministry of armaments and ammunition, developments in technology went faster. Hitler wanted to have the best tanks in the world, and heavier ones. But while Germany was clearly inferior to the USSR. And the number of cars and their quality. In August 1941, the production of the KV-3 tank began. The car turned out to be quite heavy at 68 tons, but armed with a 107 mm cannon with an initial projectile velocity of 800 meters per second. This provided her with an advantage over the "Tiger", which, by the way, had not yet been launched into the series.
  Even more powerful was the KV-5 with a weight of 125 tons and two guns. True, such a heavy machine created more problems for the Soviet army than good. And in 1942 , the KV-4 version weighing 107 tons was adopted . The USSR could rightly be proud of its heaviest tanks in the world, and even the most powerful.
  But on the other hand, Germany has developed quite well in aviation. Yu-188, having gone into series, developed a speed comparable to fighters. DO-217 also looked decent. Jet aircraft were also actively developed. Since Britain was the main target, the jet bombers were given much more attention than in real history.
  The Germans actively used slave labor. Imported from Africa a huge number of blacks. The black workers were obedient, hardy, but unskilled. They were used for auxiliary work.
  But by controlling Europe, the Germans could recruit enough numbers and skilled labor.
  Speer even managed to persuade Hitler, not yet conducting a program to exterminate the Jews, but to use them in the production of aircraft and equipment.
  The bet was placed on an air offensive against Britain and a massive submarine war.
  However, America's entry into the conflict added a headache to the Fritz, and forced a sharp increase in the number of wolf packs.
  Germany was forced belatedly to spin up the production of bombers and strategic aircraft. First of all Yu-288 and Yu-488 - with four engines. But their development and bringing to mind took time. ME-109 modification "F" as a whole was a worthy opponent for British cars. But the development of the ME-209 failed, as did the ME-210.
  The XE-177 dive bomber also failed. But Speer played with quantity. In addition, the Focke-Wulf became the most powerful fighter in terms of armament, compensating for some of the weaknesses of the ME-109. Yes, and the flight school of the Germans turned out to be better than English, and even more so American. In May 1942, the Nazis captured South Africa. And an American squadron arrived in Madagascar. The battle of Midway turned out to be lost by the Americans: so the captain of the third rank, who played a decisive role in this battle, ended up, ironically, in Madagascar. The United States wanted to maintain a base in Africa and not let the Nazis relax. But this significantly worsened their position in the Pacific Ocean.
  True, the Japanese did not act quite up to par. The battle for the Hawaiian archipelago dragged on.
  The Nazis gained control of Africa, and huge reserves of strategic raw materials, and also captured India and Iran. The resources under the control of the Third Reich are huge, but they still need to be digested.
  The air battle for Britain is not so straightforward. Constantly increasing the production of aircraft, the Germans put pressure, but there was no total dominance. The lack of power of strategic aviation, and the help of the United States, and even then there are not enough submarines, affected. And the miracle torpedo with which so many hopes were associated let us down.
  The Fuhrer did not dare to land in Britain in 1942. The bet was made on strengthening the sea power and the submarine fleet. At the same time, aircraft carriers and battleships were built. There was enough production capacity, but everything took time.
  Class A ballistic missiles also required fine-tuning. But the FAU-1 robotic shells began to be mass-produced. Relatively cheap cars, using simple fuel, had the undoubted advantage that they did not need pilots.
  Hitler, having gained access to unlimited natural resources and labor reserves, wanted to save the lives of German pilots. V-1 as easy to manufacture and unmanned seemed the best solution. And thousands of such robotic shells have fallen since the autumn of 1942 on London.
  At the same time, the Germans accelerated the development of the Arado jet bomber and ballistic missiles.
  Stalin continued to wait and accumulate strength. In 1942, the USSR produced five and a half thousand new tanks KV and T-34, and about a thousand old brands, about five hundred new light T-50 and T-60 and two hundred amphibious. The aircraft fleet also increased - about fifteen thousand new and old aircraft entered service. Even there was a shortage of pilots. The production of Katyushas increased slowly.
  Nazi Germany produced more than thirty thousand aircraft, but suffered significant losses in battles. The Germans produced about six and a half thousand tanks. Most of all, the T-3 and a new modification of the T-4 with a long-barreled 75-mm gun. A little more than a hundred of the newest "Tigers" were produced, and "Panthers" are still only in prototypes.
  But the MP-44 assault rifle designed by Schmeister began to enter the series. Unlike the real story, the machine did not have to be developed taking into account the shortage of non-ferrous metals. And this accelerated the development of a simpler assault rifle, with alloy steel.
  So in small arms, the Germans began to gain an advantage. But they also needed time for the machine to rearm all the troops.
  But in the submarine fleet, where the release has reached forty or fifty submarines per month, the Germans really have no equal.
  There were even very high-speed submarines on hydrogen peroxide. Accelerated work in the nuclear program. Fortunately, there are a lot of resources. And even the mistake of German physicists that graphite is not suitable as a moderator did not turn out to be catastrophic. Several factories for the production of heavy water have been built, including in Africa.
  So it"s not by washing, it"s by rolling, but the Nazis" nuclear reactor started working in December 1942. Even a little earlier than the Americans. After the defeats in the Pacific, they began serious disassembly. And funding for the nuclear program has been drastically cut.
  The beginning of 1943 was marked by Hitler's declaration of Total War and the introduction of universal labor service in the occupied territories. The massive V-1 strikes on London did not quite justify themselves. The British learned to partially repel such blows, but the Germans took the number.
  But the submarine war turned out to be truly disastrous for Britain. The production of weapons on the island fell sharply due to a lack of raw materials. The metropolis was on the verge of collapse. In addition, the Nazis captured Madagascar, and the Japanese, together with the Nazis, invaded Australia and relatively quickly achieved its surrender.
  Although Stalin understood the danger of waiting tactics, he remained true to himself, not getting into a fight. Better let the capitalists exterminate themselves to the end. And we will watch...
  But this tactic also had its drawbacks. Using huge resources, the Third Reich was already preparing a war against the USSR. The production of tanks in the Third Reich in 1943 reached an average of 1,200 vehicles per day, plus three hundred and fifty self-propelled guns. Moreover, self-propelled guns are not at all weak. "Ferdinands", "Bumblebees", "Jagdpanther". Considering that the Germans almost did not suffer losses in tanks, their replenishment of the panzvale was already twice as fast as that of the Red Army. And the quantitative gap in technology in favor of the USSR began to shrink.
  In terms of quality, the Fritz got a "King Tiger" similar in weight to the KV-3, in terms of penetrating power the gun was even slightly superior due to the quality of the projectile and stronger frontal armor. Well, the super-heavy Soviet KV-5 and KV-4 turned out to be very technically unreliable, especially their undercarriage. So the combat use of such monsters was in doubt.
  And Stalin also ordered the creation of a KV-6 with seven guns and two rocket launchers. They made the car. But it turned out to be so heavy and long that you couldn"t carry it on a train or deploy it in battle. The T-34-76 is quite a successful vehicle, but weaker in head-on combat than the Panther or Tiger. And the KV-1 and KV-2 are comparable to the Germans in terms of weight, but they are inferior to the Panthers and Tigers in butting. The German T-4 caught up with the thirty-four in armor and surpassed in armament, visibility and optics, and this at an equal weight, or even less, if we compare heavier modifications.
  In short, the Fritz was pulled up and the quality was up to par. And the appearance of the ME-309 and ME-262 gave an advantage in the quality of aviation. Like the Yu-488, the best four-engine bomber. And behind them are reactive models. Such as Yu-287 and Arado.
  In September 1943, the Nazis finally carried out a successful landing in Britain. After two weeks of fighting - England capitulated. And although Churchill fled to Canada, the outcome of the war in the West seemed a foregone conclusion.
  Roosevelt, having lost his main ally and fearing the growing power of the Third Reich, asked for peace.
  Hitler, after discussions with his entourage, set a condition for the United States: the rejection of the nuclear program and the recognition of all the conquests of Japan and the Third Reich. As well as the withdrawal of troops from Iceland, which the Fritz had already actually overlaid with the submarine fleet. The control of the Land of the Rising Sun over Gaia, where the fighting has not yet stopped. In addition, Hitler demanded material compensation for the Third Reich and Japan for all the destruction and military expenses caused by the United States and Britain.
  Although the terms of the peace were extremely difficult, Roosevelt with great difficulty managed to push through their adoption in Congress and the Senate.
  Stalin's hints that he was not opposed to joining the Axis coalition, and at least ready to retake Alaska, played a big role in US compliance.
  American pragmatism won, which turned out to be higher than enthusiasm and emotions. In addition, the Germans' nuclear program developed faster than the American one, and this was fraught with a catastrophe in the future.
  The first phase of World War II is over. But the Fuhrer now wanted to end the USSR.
  Stalin's unexpected wait-and-see tactics and his devotion to the cause of world peace played a sinister joke. Joseph was opposed by the Third Reich and Japan with all the resources of the Eastern Hemisphere, including Australia, and some bridgeheads in the Western world.
  The Land of the Rising Sun, however, has not yet finished off China, but it could well have opened a second front. Hitler, on the other hand, actively formed colonial troops and foreign legions. At the same time, the production of weapons also increased.
  In the first half of 1944, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the Third Reich reached and exceeded one hundred vehicles a day. Panther-2 in its level bypassed all Soviet cars. There was also a more advanced German tank "Lion", and soon the "Royal Lion".
  And most importantly, jet aviation has been serially developed. In response, the T-34-85 and IS-1 and IS-2 tanks went into production in the USSR, and no one removed the KV series from production either. The most massive production tank of the Third Reich for 1944 was the Panther-2, and the USSR T-34-85. Heavier models were produced in significantly - about times, in ten smaller quantities. And the Germans did not want to drive weights much on Soviet roads, and Stalin began to distrust the KV series, and the ISs turned out to be too raw.
  However, the German "Panther" -2 with an 88-mm cannon of 71 L caliber, surpassed the T-34-85 in armor-piercing power of the cannon, in frontal armor and a little on the side, and also did not concede in driving performance with an engine of 900 horsepower and weight at 47 tons. Even when the weight of the German tank grew to 50.2 tons, it turned out not to be fatal.
  And the German jet aircraft did not have a worthy opponent at all.
  Hitler decided that it was better not to drag out the rubber, and started the war on June 22, 1944. Throwing on the USSR three hundred and fifty of their own and foreign divisions, and one hundred and twenty divisions of satellites. On the side of the Third Reich were: Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Croatia, Finland, Sweden, Italy, Portugal, Spain, Bulgaria, Argentina, Turkey.
  The Germans also used a huge number of foreigners and hiwis in the Wehrmacht. In total, the Third Reich, in the first echelon alone, threw twelve and a half million soldiers into battle, of which no more than forty percent were Germans by nationality. Satellites added another three million. In total, there are almost sixteen million infantry in the first echelon, about thirty-three thousand tanks, more than fifty-five thousand aircraft, about two hundred and fifty cannons and mortars.
  The USSR, after mobilization, deployed thirteen and a half million soldiers, but part of the forces had to be kept in the Far East and internal districts. In the first echelon there were eight million soldiers, about thirty thousand tanks, almost forty thousand aircraft, and about two hundred thousand guns and mortars.
  Thus, on the side of the Third Reich, there is a double superiority in infantry, and a fivefold superiority in force mobility, with a better machine gun. True, the USSR has a lot of machine guns, almost parity.
  The difference in tanks is not great, but the percentage of obsolete vehicles in the USSR is higher, as well as tanks of earlier releases.
  German jet aviation has no opponent, and the Third Reich propeller-driven aircraft are faster and better armed. True, Soviet vehicles are superior in horizontal maneuverability.
  In artillery and mortars, the balance of forces is closest to equality. Both quantity and quality.
  True, the fleet of the Third Reich is especially underwater, many times stronger than the Soviet one. As is the case with Japan.
  In addition, the Nazis already have class A ballistic missiles in mass production, and the first diskettes took off.
  In general, the Nazis will be stronger, and Stalin quite reasonably prepared, albeit belatedly, defense. But much has not been done. The Stalin Line was not fully restored, and most importantly, the troops were not sufficiently trained to hold the line. Although they were desperately retrained.
  The border line of Molotov, for three years of odds, was generally completed, but it was located too close to the border, and did not have sufficient depth. In addition, Stalin ordered the construction of a third echelon behind the Dnieper, but this was only started after the surrender of the United States.
  True, in addition to the Soviet troops, one can count on parts of the NKVD, whose number was brought up to a million soldiers and the militia. This is about four million people, only in western cities. Although, of course, their combat effectiveness is much worse than that of regular units.
  The Germans, as well as real history, dealt the main blow in the center, cutting the Bialystok ledge and the Lvov fist. The very first days of the fighting showed that the Germans, despite the large number of foreign units, were conducting the offensive more or less smoothly. But the Soviet troops are often lost.
  In addition, the combat capability of the Ukrainian units turned out to be doubtful. Many deserters and surrendered in the very first days of the war.
  It was not possible to contain the enemy in border battles. And then Stalin made a mistake, forbidding the withdrawal of units to the main line and demanding to straighten the front. The error, however, was corrected, but belatedly. The Germans were able to capture Minsk already on June 28, having broken the Stalin line in the center.
  The confusion only intensified. On June 30, the expected entry into the war of Japan and its satellites took place. So, for the time being, we had to forget about the transfer of troops from the Far East.
  The German breakthrough in the center was expanding. There was a huge gap that desperately tried to plug. But the Nazis advanced and on July 16 broke into Smolensk.
  Throwing all available reserves into battle, and putting the militias under arms, Stalin and Zhukov were able to stop the advance of the Fritz in the center. But Hitler turned his troops to the south. The Nazis created a huge cauldron in Kyiv, and captured almost all of Ukraine.
  Blocked Leningrad, invaded the Crimea. The course of hostilities very much looked like 1941, like relentless karma. But the differences were also quite significant. The USSR in 1941 had some free reserves, and now everything was already mobilized. And when the assault took place in October, it turned out that there was almost nothing to hold the defense with.
  By the beginning of November 1944, the Nazis surrounded Moscow, forcing Stalin to flee to Kuibyshev.
  The Nazis, unlike real history, had a significant numerical superiority. They had enough divisions to bypass Moscow from the North and South. But the Soviet units have spread too much on different fronts.
  In reality, in 1941, after mobilizations, Stalin gained an advantage over the Wehrmacht in the number of personnel, and he had four times more aircraft and tanks than the Third Reich had from the very beginning of the war. And in the first five months of the war, more Soviet equipment was produced in real history.
  But now the Nazis are all trump cards, on the side of both the quantity and quality of weapons and personnel. And the Red Army has the same sores as in 1941. Including the unwillingness of Ukrainians, Balts, and many small nations to die for the Soviet system. Mass treason and running across victims of repression, dispossessed and other offended of all stripes. Including the ideological enemies of the Soviet regime.
  And the fact that the Germans also defeated the West only increases the number of traitors.
  Therefore, it is not surprising that Moscow is surrounded, and the Germans have captured the Donbass, Voronezh and are moving towards Stalingrad.
  The winter in 1944, unfortunately, was not as frosty and snowy as in 1941. However, Moscow heroically held out until the end of December 1944. Stalingrad fell in January 1945, and the battles for it were not too long. In February and early March, the Germans and their satellites completely captured the Caucasus and the Baku oil wells.
  Then the offensive went along the Volga. To Saratov, to Kuibyshev, and further to Orenburg and Kazan.
  Stalin fled to Sverdlovsk. Kazan fell in May. In the summer, the Germans and Japanese continued to move into the depths of Russia. The resistance of the Soviet troops fell. On August 5, 1945, Sverdlovsk was taken. And on September 3, 1945, Stalin finally agreed to surrender. In exchange for their own lives and freedom.
  World War II is over. But peace did not last long. Having tested nuclear weapons, Hitler became convinced of their phenomenal destructive power.
  It now appeared that Japan and the United States were still on the path to world domination by the Third Reich. And although the Fuhrer conquered more land than Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Emperor Trojan, and Suleiman the Magnificent combined, he decided to defeat Japan as well.
  Exactly three years after the end of the Second World War, one hundred ballistic, intercontinental missiles with powerful nuclear charges covered the country of the Rising Sun at once.
  And then the offensive of the ground units of the Wehrmacht and the fleet began. The Germans relatively quickly seized Japan's possessions in Asia, and the metropolis itself was razed to the ground with atomic bombs.
  More or less prolonged resistance was provided by the Pacific possessions of the country of the Rising Sun. But by June 1949, it was all over. Now all that remained was to defeat the United States. Moreover, there was a reason. The Americans, contrary to the agreement, nevertheless developed nuclear weapons and conducted their secret test.
  Hitler started the war on January 1, 1950, dropping three hundred nuclear missiles at once on the new year. A devastating nuclear strike destroyed one hundred major American cities and killed several tens of millions of people. Added one more of the greatest crimes of Adolf Hitler to the longest list of the most odious atrocities. Then came the invasion of Canada, and from the south along with the Latin American dictatorships. The Americans were weakened and shocked, but they fought desperately. They understood that defeat for them meant only slavery and a slow, painful death. Therefore, it was the most desperate of all wars. And it lasted for more than a year, forcing the Third Reich to drop about two hundred more nuclear charges, and turn many fertile lands into a radioactive desert. But the goal was nevertheless achieved and the last enemy of the Third Reich was defeated. And after that, the process of so-called world globalization began. The German mark became the only world currency. Even formally independent countries were reduced to the level of colonies of the Third Reich, while maintaining only limited local self-government. Jews and Gypsies were outlawed: they were sought out and destroyed. The SS carried out massive purges, and raged. A real nightmare has come - the hour of the dragon. Or, more accurately, an era. The Fuhrer was building a real world totalitarian empire with a claim to space expansion. In 1959, during the celebration of the Fuhrer's seventieth birthday, an official coronation took place, a worldwide plebiscite - which legitimized the title of super-emperor. And when Adolf Hitler died in 1967, his son inherited his title and power. By that time, the planet Earth had already established settlements on the Moon and on Mars with Venus, and was actively preparing for expansion into the outer starry worlds... The Nazis wanted a universal empire - the construction of the Star Reich, in order to plunge the entire universe into a nightmare.
  
  
  ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
  Elfaraya saw herself in battle... She is now a warrior and leader of a not weak army.
  Beautiful girls: they only have breasts and thighs covered with light armored plates. And the arms, legs and stomach are bare, tanned.
  And these girls spank with bare feet. There were a hundred thousand of them. And all the girls, not a single man! And all beautiful, slender, athletic, muscular, tanned, with pearl teeth!
  Like Amazons... Lined up in cohorts. Swords in hand, bows behind. There are no shields - the warrior believes that the sword is more true than the shield.
  And flags fly proudly over the girls. They are ready to fight and want to win confidently!
  But from afar moving hordes of orcs. Hairy, nasty bears. And about a hundred times fewer trolls who serve as their commanders.
  And now this horde is moving towards the girls.
  Elfaraya gives the command:
  - Shoot from bows, in a high arc!
  The girl, using the bare fingers of her graceful legs, pulls the bowstrings. And shoot deadly arrows.
  At the same time, the warriors bare their teeth and roar:
  Let's be champions!
  And they fly at the enemy with a thick swarm of arrows. They poke adversaries like a hedgehog with needles.
  Orcs and trolls fall, smitten with murderous and cruel.
  And Elfaraya says:
  - For the new frontiers of the empire!
  Warriors act in sync. Their tanned bodies, so gorgeous and shiny. And bare feet flash tanned ankles. And the fingers are tenacious at the lower extremities. And the presents of destruction fly to themselves, hitting opponents.
  Orcs and trolls fall broken. And they have twisted animal faces from pain.
  Warriors are simply admirable. They are thin, muscular waists, and sinewy legs. How thousands of arrows will be fired at once.
  And they will strike a mass of orcs. And sing:
  - For our great honor,
  Let's eat bandits!
  And again a lot of arrows, and they will release it. And they will litter with corpses all the approaches to the hills where they are located.
  Yes, they are amazing warriors. In which such a wild grin, and body turns in the right direction with the extermination of opponents.
  Elfaraya herself shoots a bow. She draws the string with her bare toes, and strikes very accurately.
  At the same time, the girl sings to herself:
  - Violence keeps the world,
  Volcano of rage lashes out in a big way!
  Higher tension,
  Awakens with pain and fear!
  And again the arrow launched by the bare foot of the warrior flies. And punches three orcs at once.
  Those choke from the fountains of blood. And Elfaraya how to squeak:
  - Glory to my magic!
  And again he will shoot an arrow with his bare foot. This is a girl - of the highest class, she has both a body and everything else.
  The first wave of attacks by orcs and trolls bogged down. Only a mass of corpses remained. But now new detachments of furry creatures appear.
  Elfaraya shoots again, and does it accurately, and at the same time growls:
  - Glory to our world!
  And lightning flies off her bare foot. And the mass of orcs is set on fire and torn to shreds.
  Yes, it's a warrior princess. With her, any man will feel securely protected.
  And the other hundred thousand girls are no worse. And they shoot very well. And most importantly, quickly.
  Their bare, muscular legs only have time to flicker.
  Here they are in unison:
  - We give an active pass,
  We hit the enemy right in the eye!
  And again they release new gifts of death with bare feet. This is generally their launch of combat energy.
  Even Elfaraya sang:
  - Orcs roar - mournful faces,
  Know, friends, I am a killer!
  I'll kill everyone, I'll destroy everyone,
  And I'll break whoever's hairy face!
  Yes, the girl is really extremely combative. And when a horde of orcs ran closer, it would hit them like a pulsar. And immediately fifty creatures were torn into small pieces with meat.
  Elfaraya growled:
  - For big ideas so that all creatures burn!
  The warrior then took and released lightning from her navel. And a couple of dozen orcs turned out to be like rams pierced with a skewer. They fried almost instantly.
  And the rest of the girls bellowed:
  - For the Holy Land!
  And I"ll take it too and they will drop clots of energy from bare heels! And tore apart a lot of furry fighters.
  Elfaraya, continuing to fire, this time pulling the string of the bow with her hands, squeaked:
  - For our magic!
  And she also shook off a bolt of lightning from her bare heel ... And she struck so hard that a whole hundred orcs and trolls were charred. Like blotters caught in a flamethrower.
  Elfaraya bellowed:
  - I'm a great sorceress!
  And again, how he slams at the enemy. And her eyes sparkled. And the girls, with her great passion, throw arrows at the orcs and trolls.
  Mounds grow from corpses. They are all piling up and piling up. And more and more dead.
  Elfaraya took it and remarked with a chuckle:
  - What to do if there is a king in your head?
  Then create a palace for him!
  And again, the princess with her bare foot will launch a murderous and death-smashing gift of annihilation.
  This girl is just the embodiment of death. But at the same time, her radiant eyes are so kind.
  And the rest of the girls exterminating a lot of animal creatures, such a tsunami wave creeping up on them, it's generally super. And so furiously shower the enemy with arrows. Often punching right through.
  Elfaraya yells:
  - I was born in such times,
  That my dear country remembers me!
  And the warrior stood on her hands, twisted her bare legs over her head, and twirled a huge, fiery ball. And how it will throw a clot of energy at opponents.
  And immediately a thousand orcs exploded. And their skins were set on fire, and exfoliated at once.
  Elfaraya shouted:
  "I'm a G-class warrior!"
  And how he laughs.
  Then lightning will be released from the tongue. And burn a lot of enemies.
  Then the girl-princess roared:
  - For me the whole world!
  And from the green eyes of the beauty lightning fell down... And how they struck all these innumerable creatures.
  Elfaraya even sang:
  - Billions of jackals, devils! And my slogan is simple - kill everyone!
  And with her bare fingers, the princess girl released another, very killer pulsar.
  And how it will tear everyone ...
  And other girls are not inferior to her. Everyone crushes and crushes opponents with their arrows. Using, of course, their very nimble, without unnecessary shoes legs.
  Orcs are clearly out of breath. But there are so many. And more and more new regiments of creatures are crawling.
  However, such girls cannot be embarrassed or shaken. If they're going to fight, then they fight. And they don't know how to be afraid. Or rather, they don't want to know.
  Here are their bare feet launching deadly gifts of death. Which split the foreheads of orcs.
  These are the girls - they are really supermen in very short skirts. And so attractive and beautiful.
  And a hundred thousand girls is a colossal force! Against which nothing can cope!
  Elfaraya chirped:
  - Glory to our phenomenon!
  And from a bare heel again released a pulsar of destruction. And the mass of orcs, became the inhabitants of hell.
  And why would such shaggy ones be allowed into paradise?
  Elfaraya roars at the top of her lungs:
  - I will be the absolute world champion!
  And again, the girls will release a red-hot and lethal pulsar with their bare toes.
  It will burn everyone and make them burn.
  Elfaraya sang with pleasure:
  - I'm not a simple girl,
  And a golden crown!
  And again lightning will fly out of the navel of the beauty. It will hit the furry creatures and char it like burnt firewood.
  Elfaraya roars:
  I will burn you, I will turn you into ashes!
  And from the navel again will send lightning ...
  And a mass of orcs fried like cutlets in a frying pan.
  Elfaraya took it and sang with gusto:
  - Orc weighs himself in a noose,
  Roast it on fire!
  And now something very tough and deadly will fly from the girl"s bare heel. What can't be defended against.
  Once again, a hundred orcs were charred at once. And it turned into cinders, and ashes with wool.
  And the girls how to squeak:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  And again, their bare heels throw gifts of death with hellish speed. These are girls who will not be stopped by storms, storms, or barriers!
  Here are the Terminators!
  Warriors do not allow the orcs to impose close combat and keep the enemy at a distance.
  But still, furry creatures are desperately trying to break through closer. But the warriors will not give it to them for sure.
  Elfaraya is back in her arms, and with her bare feet reproduces the eight. And a fiery cloud appears. And it falls like a wild stream on the orcs.
  And a couple of thousand furry creatures took at once and burned down.
  Elfaraya bellowed:
  - Black creatures yelling like flies! What can not be bungled from hunger!
  And now the warrior will release three arrows at once, pulling the bowstring with her bare foot, and a dozen orcs will break through!
  This is the terminator girl. And it has such a wild and frantic energy.
  Elfaraya took it and sang:
  - Girls are different
  Only they are not contagious!
  If it does fall,
  That will not be saved in hell!
  And a murderous pulsar rushes from the girl's bare heel. And scatters shaggy bears in all directions.
  Elfaraya in wild excitement says:
  - I am of such a tribe that I will kill you for God's sake!
  And again, the warrior will release arrows that pierce any armor, and torn, shaggy orc meat.
  Her partner, a very beautiful girl with red hair, bellowed:
  - For a mighty friendship!
  And it will also send an infernal pulsar of destruction!
  And the lethal mass of the enemy will crush.
  Elfaraya squeaked:
  - For my demonic world!
  After that, the princess girl, as she starts, that she will redraw the bones into sand. The warrior of ceremonies does not know.
  The red-haired partner, Princess de La Vallière, squeals:
  - The future is ours!
  Elfaraya gurgled in response, before unleashing a wild bolt of murderous pulsar.
  - And the past will only help our future victories!
  And now the girls are all a hundred thousand, as they take it and emit wild lightning with their bare toes.
  And the army of orcs will take and burn. Yes, it's scary to fall under the distribution of such warriors.
  And they also grin and show teeth that reflect the rays of stars.
  And now the girls will take it and stomp it with their bare heels, and a wave will pass over the earth, and cover an entire army of orcs. And bury!
  Warriors from dazzling teeth will release sunbeams and blind the ranks of furry soldiers.
  Elfaraya squeaked:
  - For my decision and behavior!
  The girls are fighting harder and harder. And this is how they will take and throw discs with their bare feet. They will sweep by, and the mass of orcs has subsided.
  The princess roared at the top of her lungs:
  - I'll cut you, I'll cut you, I'll cut you all soon!
  I will kill you, I will kill you, I will kill you!
  And now the warrior with her bare heel will reflect the sunbeam and, like a laser, at the orcs.
  And cut out a whole, shaggy line. And the orcs squeal and rolled this army into feces.
  And again the orcs are in a wild attack, and the girls throw objects of death at them with their bare feet.
  And the breasts are shaking. And so each chest is a whole tank tower!
  And so the girls took it and fired lightning bolts from their navels. All one hundred thousand girls were cut by laser beams with their navels.
  And as many as half a million orcs were fried at once. And only space could digest them.
  Elfaraya bellowed:
  - I tore and burned you,
  I'm a girl - just Satan!
  And again from the navel will release lightning. And it hits deadly. And then how the arrows fly. And they all became bars.
  And now the orcs are like bars full of holes.
  And the girls thrash their busts with magic, and mow down a lot of stinking orcs. And they were knocked out.
  Elfaraya sang:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  You are such a girl - just a princess!
  The warrior roared:
  - I'll tear you up and have no mercy!
  And that's how he shakes his bust. And again release, it brings real death.
  The orcs are trying to literally shower the enemy positions with corpses. And they go on and on and on and on and on. Here are growing new mountains of the dead. But the orcs do not give up.
  They move on and on and on. And they die without mercy. But the warriors showered the orcs like a hail of arrows. And the warriors can't stop this scum. But a shaggy wave is rushing to itself. And this fanged sea is moving.
  Girls in wild excitement. And flex their muscles. And the orcs are moving for themselves, as if another tsunami wave has gone. But that doesn't bother anyone.
  Elfaraya even sang, before that she pulled the string with her bare toes at five bows at once, and fired magic arrows:
  - Directly with bare hands,
  I dealt with the tsunami...
  I am any ninth wave,
  My lover tore!
  The warrior even jumps up, and immediately releases a discharge from the navel. And crushes the enemy.
  And roar:
  - My army is strong,
  She conquers the world!
  Elfaraya completely dispersed. They and other girls are, of course, a brilliant class of warriors. Who will not give anyone the slightest mercy.
  They are just ferocious animals. Or maybe even something like orcs! Only beautiful, not ugly.
  Elfaraya how to release lightning from his mouth. And burn a hundred orcs, and sing:
  - For my sweet soul!
  And wink at the enemy!
  After that, her bare fingers will drop pulsars. And they will tear the whole pack into small, torn parts.
  Elfaraya will then squeak:
  - Murder is my credo!
  Her red-haired partner will bark:
  - And mine, too, and in the square!
  Elfaraya unleashed a cascade of destruction and bellowed:
  - And mine is generally in a cube!
  And both warriors stomp their bare feet. A new wave of magic has risen.
  And now from the orcs again, chips and torn meat flies. And then they are fried in a skillet.
  Elfaraya squealed.
  - Set new records!
  The red-haired partner confirmed with a roar, firing fiery pulsars with her bare toes:
  - To grow the earth!
  Elfaraya thumped the orcs and squeaked:
  - Twice, three times higher than the norm!
  The red-haired warrior gave a bubble of magical energy with her bare heel and added with excitement:
  - So that my country blooms!
  So the girls parted, and very thoroughly. And they crush this army of shaggy creatures with great acquisitions for themselves.
  Elfaraya again threw out a magic laser from her navel, and yelped, sparkling eyes:
  - I have a cobra and a gyurza in one bottle!
  And how he will release a new beam of what burns the orcs alive at the enemy.
  The red-haired partner of the princess, who suddenly declared:
  - Now my name is de Lavalier!
  Elfaraya readily confirmed:
  - De Lavalier, so de Lavalier! So even more beautiful!
  The red-haired warrior squeaked:
  - I am a knight of light on the knees of the savages,
  I will sweep these orcs off the face of the earth!
  And how she will move her bare, chiseled legs along them ... And the rest of the girls, the whole army of a hundred thousand soldiers, will take it, open their mouths and release fire from them.
  And again a cascade of flames will fall on the orcs, incinerating without any hesitation and not giving a chance.
  Immediately three million shaggy creatures caught fire at once. It was as if they had been doused with napalm. Or even phosphorus along with sulfur. And everything flared up like a billion matches at once.
  And how this mass will light up. And how many howls and screams and curses from all this at once.
  Elfaraya barked:
  - Have no mercy on Orcs
  Kill them bastards...
  How to crush bedbugs -
  Rip like cockroaches!
  And he will take his bare toes and release lightning. And please a very large troll. He will take and take off. Imagine that a dinosaur was blown up.
  The red-haired partner squeaked:
  - This is a ghoul!
  Elfaraya in response, with her bare heel giving a bubble of magoplasm, yelped:
  - We have an answer to ghouls!
  The fiery warrior bellowed:
  - And there will be a coffin for him, and greetings in a wreath!
  Elfaraya noted:
  - A wreath can be both funeral and laurel! So don't get too excited!
  The red-haired princess roared, also fired lightning from her navel, knocking down the few surviving orcs:
  - We have prepared something more weighty for them than a wreath!
  And now the warriors, all one hundred thousand girls, will take it and, at the command of Elfarai, they will jump up and twist their bare, muscular legs in the air. As a result, a storm will rise, and a real magical storm. And a wave of colossal force will go, and a millionth shaft of a magical tsunami.
  As a result, the last orcs are destroyed, and completely flattened.
  Fried and became cutlets.
  Elfaraya says with pathos:
  - The anthem of the Motherland in the hearts, we sing,
  We will make everything in the universe happiness...
  Let's get the legendary Mohammed,
  Heaven and earth are in great power!
  
  ELF PILOT AGAINST SASHKA
  In one of the alternative universes, during the Second World War, an elf arrived. He entered the Japanese Air Force, and as a result became the number one ace there. After all, elves are very capable, fast, nimble, strong. They have a reaction, and all the reflexes, much better than humans, plus a magical vision of the battle. When an elf sees what the enemy will do.
  In short, the elf, who took the nickname Conan, shot down planes with such ease as if he cracked seeds.
  And because of him, Japan won the naval battle of Midway. A major victory had an impact on the entire course of the Second World War. First, the Japanese finally seized the initiative in the Pacific. And their fleet was able to capture the Hawaiian Archipelago, having received a very strong position, having completed the construction of the defense perimeter on the seas.
  However, this may not have been of decisive importance if, after these victories, the samurai had not decided to open a second front against the USSR.
  A surprise attack followed in the Far East. And the troops of the Empire of the Rising Sun also attacked Vladivostok. Despite the fact that the threat of an attack by militaristic Japan after the triumph of Midway became quite real, with the help of bribery and treason, agents of the Mikado convinced the command of Vladivostok not to bring the troops to full combat readiness. And as a result, the sword of Damocles has already been brought in, and they are feasting in the restaurant. Major Stalingradova grabbed the young officer by the hair, she was a head taller than him and clearly stronger:
  - What a boor and a drunkard! Why do you have such a disbanded team! This guy looks more like a cabin boy than an officer. Maybe for a start, blow it up well so that all the hops come out.
  Colonel Palatsev was embarrassed:
  - This is Sasha Sokolovsky. He was sent to courses directly from the Suvorov School, according to an abbreviated program. He is still quite a boy, in two months his birthday is fifteen years old.
  Stalingradova grimaced unpleasantly:
  - Wow! At fourteen years old and already an officer! That's what war does! And I didn"t know that milks were already receiving full-fledged titles.
  Paltsev shrugged.
  - In war, children grow up early! Moreover, a story happened to him, like he wrote the best story about the defense of Moscow, and Zhukov noted this and advised him to transfer the boy from cadets to officers.
  Stalingradova became kinder at these words:
  - Fine! That he's not stupid. - She threatened like a school teacher with her finger. - In general, not bad, but no more drinking! I can smell it, and my nose is like a dog, immediately under the tribunal! - A strong woman, mature, but not lost athletic harmony and freshness, jabbed her finger at the colonel. "Actually, you will pay for this. Already a middle-aged man, but behaves.
  Palatsev coughed angrily:
  "Actually, I"m thirty-three, but I"ve already been wounded seven times, so I seem old ...
  Stalingradova wanted to say something in response, when suddenly a monstrous roar broke the predawn silence. It was as if heavy boulders were falling from the sky, the window glass burst at once. Shards of hailstones pounded on the table and even landed in the hands and faces of drunken officers. Stalingradova yelled like a commander:
  - Everyone out immediately.
  Paltsev shouted in response, so much so that he almost tore his vocal cords:
  - These are twelve and eighteen inch shells! The Japanese battleships of the largest tonnage seem to be on the hunt, which means.
  Stalingradova, in annoyance, hit the wall with her boot. From a poke with a savvy, by the way, trophy boot, the tile cracked:
  - Started, but not as we planned! Not at all! Damn, you need to immediately take the squadron to the sea and sink the fleet of the country of narrow-eyed warriors.
  Falling on all fours, the captain of the first rank (Otherwise colonel) muttered:
  - There are weapons only on my destroyer and on a couple of small troughs. We don't even have an answer.
  Stalingradova showed a heavy fist:
  - Well, you and donkeys! The female warrior with blue hair like a tsunami raging roared. - But you should have coastal artillery! After all, not everyone was sent to the western front, as well as aviation. After all, the fact that Japan can enter the war at any moment has been talked about for years.
  Already fairly wounded Palatsev, he wanted to say, but again it rumbled, fragments fell down. The siren wailed, warning of the arrival of aircraft. With great difficulty, the colonel of the naval forces got up and shouted, blocking the rumble of Stalingradova:
  - We have aviation, and coastal batteries, even if not in a complete set, are available. Let's answer!
  The pilot growled as she ran through the streets:
  - I would just run to my fighter and I'll plant these samurai warriors, it won't seem enough. They will still pay for Tsushima, and Miduen.
  Sashka Sokolovsky, in a dream already an officer, and not a slave, who had half of his ear cut off, agreed:
  - Yes, they will pay! Yes, even with a percentage!
  There were explosions and the belated chirp of anti-aircraft guns. In general, most of the air defense of Vladivostok was taken out back in the forty-first year, to strengthen the defense of Moscow, so the multiple points of the mosquito colony of the country of the Rising Sun did not seem to pay much attention to such "noise". Japanese dive bombers dropped spring "gifts" with a piercing screech. The blow was inflicted both on the city and on the fleet. The Japanese planes are not too large, but nimble, but the battleships, on the contrary, are hefty. Here, the largest of them is even cramped in the ocean, the length is three hundred meters, and the guns are 460 millimeters. So far, the Americans have not managed to sink any of these beauties, and the survivors, along with the cruisers, were destroying the coast. It strongly resembled the villainous attack of the Land of the Rising Sun on January 27, 1904. Only then there was no aviation.
  Paltsev felt that he was suffocating from running. He is not a superman, but a simple man with diseased lungs, caught in a difficult situation. But Victoria Stalingradova did not overtake him by a lot. I wonder how old she is, she hardly looks more than thirty, her breasts are large, and her shoulders are broad like a man's.
  Stalingradova suddenly turned around and waved her hand:
  - Don't run old man, follow me! - She yelled with such force that the sound wave just hit her ears. - Get the destroyer out to sea as soon as possible.
  Explosions rumbled nearby, debris fell, one of them fell directly on Stalingradova, and she mechanically caught it with her hands. The terminator girl felt like a goalkeeper who successfully won a penalty, the fragment was round, warm and looked like a ball. Victoria suddenly felt something liquid flowing down her arms. The girl looked at the fragment, and then even her iron warrior, hardened by three years of war (Together with the Spanish and civil ones, there will be more) nausea came up to her throat. She had a baby's head in her hands. Poor girl (this can be seen from the short pigtails, with gouged out eyes. Stalingradova carefully put her head on the cracked asphalt and crossed herself:
  - You did not have time to sin, not to live! However, there is no sinner greater than God, therefore there is no greater sin than indifference to the suffering of children.
  Again, a roar, and fragments, one hit the girl in the boot, scratching the skin. Stalingradova already wanted to turn around and rush as fast as she could to the runway, where her MIG was patiently waiting for the aggressive hostess, but ...
  The look of the warrior, sharp as a dagger blade, discerned an unbearable grimace of pain on the face of the captain of the first rank Vladimirovich, when his upper part of the severed body flew thrown up by the blast wave. The girl herself barely dodged the fragment. Although what a girl she is, she first took up arms back in the Russian-Japanese times of Nicholas II. She already at one time, somehow caught her cheek, even during the international battle in Spain. As a result, a deep scar remained, which, for a long time, spoiled her appearance. Plus the arrest and sending the colonel to a concentration camp. True, it was in Siberia at a logging site that she was introduced to one very strong sorcerer, who, with the help of ointments and the invocation of spirits, managed to heal, as if he had never been, this wound and several more. Scars received during battles with the Japanese, Germans, White Czechs, troops of Kolchak, Denikin, Wrangel. And she taught her a lot, so Stalingradova, it seems, belonged to the chosen kind of people.
  She got the opportunity to leave ahead of schedule using female charms, so she was brought under an amnesty, despite the difficult article. The point, of course, is not so much to persuade the man, but to ensure that the party organizer does not find out about this. And there are so many scammers of all stripes that a snitch, on a snitch and a snitch, drives them on. So you won"t really accelerate if your career is dear to you.
  This means that Japan has a large advantage in infantry, aviation, and even in tanks. Well, in tanks, on our part it is compensated by qualitative superiority, and the rest is much worse. Although if you take small arms, Japan also lags behind in the number of machine guns, mostly it has guns. However, the Far Eastern divisions are poorly equipped with submachine guns. There aren't enough machines for everyone. So ... In terms of quality, there is no superiority in the infantry, rather, even worse, all the best officers are transferred to the Soviet front, here the worst troops are, as a rule, not fired upon, having a minimum of military training. This means that the war begins, in an extremely unfavorable situation for the USSR. And quite a few newly formed reserves will be thrown to the east...
  Stalingradova suddenly poked into the conflagration. The bombed-out city hospital was on fire. The picture is truly apocalyptic, and women, children, and old people are burning alive. Here the baby fell right into the fire, and all around there was a terrible roar and moans.
  Stalingradova felt the trumpets of the archangels in her head and threw herself into the flames. Tongues of fire licked the girl's bare hands and open face, but the pilot moved so swiftly that she managed to grab the child, pulling him out of the embrace of destruction.
  The girl jumped out, feeling only a slight itch on her skin, cast a glance at the baby. Alas, it was too late, the boy suffocated, drawing flames into his lungs, burns on his round face. Such torn blisters on the skin are softer than daisy buds. Stalingradova yelled:
  - Here it is human chaos!
  She hit a pile of garbage with her boot, after which she rushed to help out who else could be saved. It was like a cobra dancing between gas burners, the girl wriggled very bizarrely and danced. She was burned, her boots melted, her tunic was charred, but she continued to fight stubbornly for every tear of a child, for every beat of a small heart, for every fragile life, but so necessary for the country! The boots fell apart, and now the girl danced through the whirlwinds of flame, her bare, charming, legs. She was a martyr, but not just a nun torturing herself with fasts and a whip, which does not benefit either God or people, a martyr-fighter saving specific lives. The legs of the warrior girl were covered with a layer of small blisters, but they moved even faster and more accurately from pain.
  The captain of the medical service, took out large boots from his bag, shouted to her:
  - Take them, quickly put them on! You, dancing on the flame, will become a cripple.
  A warrior with the rank of major immediately answered:
  - It is better to become a cripple physically than to be a freak morally! Not a second for yourself, everything for the front, everything for victory!
  The captain of the medical service replied:
  - This is a real Soviet man!
  Stalingradova, trampling down the flame, cursed:
  - And what are you standing, save people!
  The captain sighed.
  - I have prostheses, instead of legs!
  Stalingradova, pulling out another girl with a half-scorched face and unconscious, shouted furiously:
  How cruel is God!
  The captain shrugged.
  It's not God's fault, but people's!
  Stalingradova very reasonably and confidently objected:
  - This is the same thing as saying - not the parents are to blame, but the children!
  The captain wanted to say something, but the clouds of smoke got into his throat, and he coughed angrily.
  The bombings subsided, but the shelling continued. The ship's guns have a decent supply of shells, however, the fire was now directed more at the disarmed Soviet vessels. Yamamoto understood that dominance at sea would transfer the initiative in this war to Japan for a long time. And to build ships, the process is expensive and long, although, for example, submarines, perhaps, are easier to stamp. This, of course, must also be taken into account, but it is important to break the structure. Admiral Yamamoto, Japan's most powerful man after Emperor Hirohito, felt like a god. A real god, so the religion of the country of the Rising Sun taught that the best way to deification is military prowess! And now the great commander could arbitrarily torment and mangle the space around him. Above Vladivostok there are thick, black clouds of smoke for many kilometers; these are oil storage facilities and fuel depots on fire. Hundreds, thousands of people burn, hell, well, after that, how can you not feel like a god who took revenge on the Russians for centuries of humiliation, a great people is forced to huddle in a series of islands so tiny compared to the expanses of Russia. Now the Russian fleet is sinking, and unlike Peru Harbor, they will not leave a single vessel.
  During the Battle of Khalkhin Gol, Yamamoto proposed to deliver a similar blow to Vladivostok, for which a detailed plan was drawn up. But Hitler unexpectedly made peace with Stalin. In general, idiot Hitler, started the massacre of the Jews and thereby set against himself both Poland and the countries of the West. And why did he need it? Wanted to get Jewish riches? But it was better to first become a world power, defeating the USSR, and maybe then other countries. The West is easier to win due to the fact that its mentality is much less characterized by fanaticism and a tendency to self-sacrifice. Is there at least one case known of American pilots ramming? True, there were a couple of collisions, but this is most likely an accident. Russians are fanatical, which is strange, because the Orthodox faith does not approve of suicide, and does not at all consider that one can earn a way to paradise by feats of arms. In general, the teaching of Christ is extremely stupid and impractical. He Yamamoto read the Bible and marveled at the stupidity of people to consider such a pacifist God. For example, he teaches: they hit you on the right cheek - turn your left, they ask for one shirt - give two, love your enemy! Only a mentally ill person can consider Christ God. Such a religion is good only for slaves, bonded vassals. And all of Europe and half of the world must have believed. True, the teachings of Jesus, despite the fact that it rejects the principle of the Old Testament, an eye for an eye, and teaches you to love your enemies, did not prevent the British from conquering a third of the entire planet, creating the most extensive empire in the history of mankind. And this is despite the religiosity of Britain, where God is mentioned even in the national anthem. Strangely, US presidents swear on the Bible, but nevertheless bombarded Japanese cities with napalm bombs, burning thousands of women and children alive. Moreover, civilians were killed, not by accident, but deliberately, this was a tactic of terrorizing the civilian population: undermining human and economic resources. But the Japanese have not yet bombed the United States. But they will! And they also attribute special cruelty to the samurai. After all, he Yamamoto, if desired, could break through with bombers to US cities, especially after the defeat of the Yankee fleet near Peru Harbor. Yes Europeans are moral bastards. They have a perverted understanding, faith, teaching and not doing! Not so in Japan! What we are taught is what we do. There is no such thing as God saying turn the other cheek, yet his servants deliberately killed little children. Yes, in general, the belief that God is one and Almighty cannot be true. If he were alone, then of course he would take care that people worship him correctly, in faith and truth, and have a single doctrine. And so everyone prays as he wants, what he wants. And the world is too ugly and wrong to be created by a single Almighty God. After all, any responsible ruler in the first place strive for order and justice. He wants the strong, wise, noble, honest to be in the first place, and the rest either correct themselves, grow physically and spiritually, or ... However, if God is Almighty and the Creator of the universe, then he would not create bodily and mental freaks . After all, why is the emperor sometimes forced to endure the weaknesses of people as a given? Because there is no other way out, he cannot turn freaks into handsome men and cowards into bold ones in the blink of an eye. But if I could, I would immediately do it!
  Alas, I have to accept what is and deal with the human material that I received as a given. But from whom he received it is another question. Yes, and the emperor himself has weaknesses: he is just a man - he is getting old, sick, decrepit. Strangely, a divine emperor often lives less than an ordinary servant, has less weapon skills than most generals and many soldiers. Well, what is in it from Almighty God. But white is no better! In the entire history of Europe, there was no more terrible and successful conqueror than Hitler. Yes, he is truly a symbol of the military prowess of white people! And, nevertheless, the greatest commander of all times and peoples, could not even finish the gymnasium, get a secondary education, which is compulsory in Japan!
  Moreover, Hitler was not accepted into the army, for health reasons. Strangely, this zealot of the cult of strength, the lion of war, turned out to be so physically weak that even in Germany, where there is a military post at each post, he was not called up as a private. How degraded Europe is.
  However, Stalin, another of the most prominent politicians of our time, also did not have a secondary education, he was a nugget. And interestingly, he was also not drafted into the army, for health reasons. Interesting, coincidences, two malicious enemies did not have a secondary education, were not called up for military service due to health reasons, had fathers of drunkards, and Hitler"s dad also worked as a shoemaker at first!
  Here is such a coincidence, strange, ominous. Goering Hitler's right hand is not like that. He is from a family of aristocrats, Goering's ancestor was the deputy of the actual ruler of Germany, Bismarck. Goering is a businessman, oligarch, aristocrat and pragmatist. They also see it possible for them to replace the possessed Fuhrer. America and Britain, too, albeit secretly, want to end Russia, regardless of the ruling regime, but they want to end the communists, who deny the very concept of private property, so much that they even turn a blind eye to the excessive strengthening of Germany.
  However, Germany is a geopolitical competitor, but a competitor within the framework of the capitalist and aristocratic rules of the game, and Bolshevik Russia is absolutely alien and hostile. It is even surprising that from the forty-first, Churchill himself offered Stalin help, this with all his anti-communism, traditional, English hatred of Russia. After all, Germany under the reds is a war horse harnessed to the Soviet chariot, and the USSR under the browns is an eternal partisan zone. After all, the fanatical Bolsheviks will not reconcile themselves, and will wage a protracted guerrilla war, which will so exhaust the Third Reich that all dreams of further expansion will disappear like a rainbow after a thunderstorm! Russia under Germany, better than Germany under Russia! Understanding this, it is clear why the US and Britain are looking for a way out of the war.
  Yamamoto is a pragmatist, he was at war with the US and Britain. But these two empires themselves provoked Japan by imposing an embargo on the supply of petroleum products. After all, the country of the Rising Sun does not have its own wells, and many other raw materials. The Japanese were negotiating, the Americans were winding up more and more humiliating demands.
  And at the same time, the Yankees, provoking the war, did not at all take care of bringing the army and navy to combat readiness. The temptation turned out to be too great, all the more there was a glimmer of hope that Moscow was about to fall and Germany, and her allies would come to the rescue. In addition, there was a hope that the United States, being still a relatively democratic country, highly dependent on public opinion, if the war dragged on, would not want to pour blood on other people's islands. Indeed, why would an ordinary American citizen get zinc coffins with their relatives, if we are not talking about protecting the territory of the United States itself, and even paying rather big military taxes! Maybe that's why tsarist Russia lost, having more soldiers, but the Russian people did not consider Manchuria their territory, and did not want to pay with blood and sweat for abstract interests. Alas, Hitler did not take Moscow, partly because of the unpreparedness for the harsh Winter, and partly because of the fanaticism characteristic of the Bolsheviks. However, not only the Bolsheviks, the Russian people are prone to self-sacrifice for great goals. After all, the first air ram was made by the Russian guy Messer. It is even surprising that he did this not for the sake of the houris of paradise, but for the sake of the Fatherland. Although ... Messer is partly a fool, after all, he is a master of aerobatics, an inventor, a designer, and of course a living one would bring much more benefit to the Motherland. Maybe the Yankees are not so wrong, replicating the principle: the main thing in battle is to survive! After all, the dead can no longer kill!
  Admiral Naumo remarked:
  - We have already used up more than two-thirds of the ammunition. The guns are very hot, they are poured with buckets of water!
  Yamamoto made a cross with his finger in the air and said in a low, slightly hoarse voice:
  - I think the guns will withstand the last third of the shells. Although no, knock out up to ninety-five percent.
  Admiral Naumo shrugged and wiped sweat from his forehead.
  - Is it worth it to give all the best on the first day?
  Yamamoto clenched his fists.
  - Costs! Of course it's worth it! We took the Russians by surprise, as it was in 1904, the Germans in 1941, but Stalin will severely punish the command and this will not happen again. So it is necessary to use the fact that the dragon's tail fell asleep. Actually, I understand Stalin, the war with Germany absorbed his attention to such an extent that he stopped looking after the Far East. And his entourage without a leader is afraid to take the initiative. Here we missed our blow. As well as the Americans. It was obvious to everyone that the matter was being prepared, the clouds were gathering, thunder would soon strike, but ...
  Naumo touched the hilt of the samurai sword hanging on his belt, or as it is also commonly called katana:
  - Russians always act late! The war will not be too long and we will reach the Urals.
  Yamamoto raised his eyes to the sky.
  "May the gods help us in this, but I don"t think so!" They learn quickly, Khalkhin Gol showed that the level of Russians is higher than during the war of 1904-1905. In addition, I will tell you a secret. Our secret agent in Vladivostok helped a little, that the rather powerful coastal artillery did not have shells, and the aircraft failed to take off in time. This is the secret war.
  Naumo was surprised:
  - And where did SMERSH and the NKVD look?
  Yamamoto chuckled, shaking his fingers.
  "The worst cadres of Russia serve here in the Far East, those who are afraid to die on the Soviet-German front are striving for Vladivostok. Therefore, here, it is much easier to find a traitor or a fool at the top, as well as a self-serving person. And the NKVD is so accustomed to revealing imaginary conspiracies that it no longer notices real traitors. So it's quite possible to work. By the way, if several generals went over to the side of the Germans, despite the fact that their families, relatives and friends are threatened with execution for this, then it is quite possible to bribe someone from the top. Or use it in the dark, which is even better. So we've done a lot of work. We Japanese are generally characterized by thoroughness in thinking over military operations, and taking into account all the little things.
  Naumo rubbed the hilt of his katana.
  - Right! But the shame of Khalkhin Gol evokes a feeling of bitterness and strong annoyance! How could we...
  Yamamoto consoled:
  - There were more Manchus than Japanese, and in general it is impossible to win all the time. I must note that, nevertheless, not the best units fought on our side, and the Russians had a large advantage in aviation and tanks.
  Naumo half-drawn his katana.
  - We are not justified! A samurai will never refer to a dull blade and a tired horse, a lot of enemies, and a weak weapon!
  Yamamoto corrected:
  - Samurai of course not, but a man unfortunately yes! People tend to make mistakes!
  Yamamoto was distracted and shouted something into the pipes, and then continued:
  - A samurai will never really bend! He goes to ram and against the current.
  Naumo nodded.
  - Really! But we fought the US and the British Lion.
  Yamamoto tapped the wheelhouse with his finger.
  - Yes! True, but the US got hit in the teeth, Britain lost its colonies, and Germany was in trouble. We wanted to withdraw as many forces as possible from the West of Russia in order to make it easier for the Wehrmacht to go on the offensive. The blow was planned for May, by the time the roads were drying up, but the Americans prevented.
  Naumo drew his katana and slashed it in the air:
  - Death to the USA! They always interfere with Japan.
  Yamamoto smirked slyly.
  - Not always, of course, for example, when we first fought with Russia, the Yankees helped us a lot with loans, as well as arms supplies. More than half of our fleet was made with the money of the United States and Britain, and at their own shipyards. So America is not always bad, but not in this case.
  Naumo asked in surprise:
  - And why?
  Yamamoto condescended to explain:
  - A flock of long-range bombers broke through to Tokyo, and dealt an insidious blow to the capital, using napalm bombs. Hundreds of wooden houses burned down, and the emperor ordered at any cost to move the zone of control away from the capital. And first of all, to capture the combat complex of American bases on the Midway archipelago, closest to the Japanese skeletons. And we succeeded!
  Nauma waved his sword in the air:
  We still won!
  Yamamoto interrupted:
  - Among the whites, too, there are smart! No wonder the Emperor in his office, put a bust of Napoleon. But there was another Caesar, he said: it is more difficult to keep the conquered than to win. In this case, this applies to us in the first place. Nauma reproduced the figure eight with the sword:
  I understand with my mind, but with my heart!
  Yamamoto stood up and clapped his colleague on the shoulder.
  - Yes, you do not be upset, in this case we are leaving to return. We will defeat the USSR and again rush to the USA and the British, but already together with the Germans and pasta.
  Admiral Nauma, with an almost imperceptible movement, hid the katana in its sheath and, lisping, whispered:
  - The future is good, but the present is better! Hear on aircraft carriers, the entire supply of bombs has been used up, and on ...
  Yamamoto briefly ordered:
  - Come on deck and look around, in half an hour we will turn around and leave for our nearest base.
  Nauma whistled through his nose:
  - Listen to the commander!
  The admiral jumped out, holding the door to keep it from slamming. Before his footsteps had died down, a shadow slipped out of the door, she walked on tiptoe and threw off the coverlet.
  Well, what's the matter of time, and love is the night.
  Meanwhile, Sasha Sokolovsky nevertheless climbed into the LAGG-5 fighter.
  The boy wanted to fight. He flew up to meet the formidable Conan. That's why it's a dream, that there are incredible coincidences.
  Conan has already shot down five hundred and sixty American and British planes. And he crossed his beak with the Soviet aces.
  However, he does not suspect what a surprise awaits him.
  Sasha Sokolovsky himself is against him.
  The boy is in swimming trunks alone, it's more convenient and rational. He rushes into a fierce battle.
  His rival, Konan, is also fair-haired and looks like a boy of about fourteen, only very handsome and with prominent muscles.
  Both boys are terminators.
  They start shooting at each other from a long distance. And they dodge at the same time.
  Get out of the way of shots.
  Sasha screams:
  - For motherland for Stalin!
  Conan roars back:
  - For Japan, for the emperor!
  Although he is not a samurai at all, but an elf. Here is the boy Conan, knocking down a Soviet car.
  Sasha answers symmetrically - cutting off the Japanese one.
  Both fighters deserve to be heroes.
  They either flock, then scatter in different directions, but none can bring down the other.
  Sasha screams:
  - Fight vile coward!
  Conan replies:
  - It's you coward fight!
  They converge again. They almost ram each other, but again scatter in different directions. No, no one can hit anyone. This, alas, is not possible for them.
  And they scattered again.
  Sasha growled:
  - For holy Rus'!
  Conan roared:
  - No, Japan is more holy!
  Sasha whistled and answered:
  But you're not Japanese! And not even human!
  Conan growled with bared teeth:
  - And who am I?
  Sasha honestly answered:
  - You are from a kind of light elves!
  Conan chuckled and answered, cutting off another Soviet aircraft:
  - That's how you know it!
  Sashka noted, with a grin of pearl teeth:
  - I know a lot!
  Conan then suggested:
  - Let's do that! For me personally, this war is more like a game and entertainment, you are also a child of the twenty-first century! What do you want for World War II?
  Sasha logically noted, knocking down a Japanese car:
  - I come from Russia, and before Russia was the USSR. So I can say that I am fighting for my Motherland!
  Conan chuckled and remarked:
  - And I was invented by a Japanese elf Conan, and drew in the anime. That's why I fight for Japan. So this is also, to some extent, my homeland!
  Sasha again sent for rapprochement. They fired from behind all the machine guns, but could not hit each other.
  They've run out of ammunition.
  Conan suggested:
  - Come on! You and I are both leaving World War II! I am in my world, and you are in yours ... And let the events take their course!
  Sasha replied:
  - No, that will not do! Japan has already attacked the USSR and created problems with this. Or we will make it so that you are in the Second World War, as if it were not. Or I'll stay here to fight!
  Conan chuckled and replied:
  - Time for both of us in the second world war is running out! And we return to our worlds! As for change, I have succeeded more than you, young officer, because I am an elf! Yes, they did not immediately let you in at the helm of the plane!
  Sasha growled:
  - Be you for ...
  But before he had time, a flash flared, and both aircraft, pilot-aces, disappeared from the air.
  Then the war went on without two warriors from different worlds. One of the cartoons of Japanese anime, and the other boy, born in the twenty-first century, returned to their times.
  But the deed has already been done, and Japan, having defeated the United States at sea, is attacking the USSR from the east.
  Stalin is forced to transfer significant forces to the East, and postpones the offensive near Stalingrad. True, the Rzhev-Sychov operation is still taking place, but with even less success than in real history. The Germans manage to repel the offensive of the Soviet troops, inflicting great damage on them.
  True, in Africa the allies seized the initiative. But due to the lack of need to save Paulus from the boiler, Rommel received more reinforcements, and carried out a very effective attack on the Americans in Algiers, capturing more than fifty thousand soldiers and officers.
  The heavy damage caused disagreements in the American command, and Roosevelt froze the transfer of troops to Africa, and generally stated that the Pacific Ocean was most important for America.
  Part of the US military, and most of the industrialists, also insisted on focusing on Japan.
  As a result, in the United States, supporters of isolation were able to break through the project of America's non-participation in the war in Europe. A truce was even offered to the Wehrmacht.
  Hitler, experiencing problems with reserves, agreed to a truce with the Americans.
  Britain also did not want to fight without the United States and also proposed a truce for a year.
  The Fuhrer agreed with this. In winter, the Germans were able to hold the front. Only near Leningrad, Operation Iskra, was crowned with success, and it was possible to break through the corridor.
  The Germans were able to completely capture Stalingrad in December, but did not advance further.
  At the end of February, the Red Army carried out a successful strike near Voronezh, and was able to advance significantly. But Mainstein, with a counterstrike in March, was able to surround the Soviet troops and restore the situation.
  Red took a lot of damage. And calmed down for a while.
  The Germans, meanwhile, declared total war in February. And the allies stopped bombing and fighting.
  In the Third Reich, the production of weapons, especially tanks, increased dramatically.
  The Fritz planned, using the "Tigers", "Panthers" and "Ferdinands" to decide the outcome of the war in their favor.
  But of course this was not enough. They delivered the main blow in the area of Stalingrad, along the Volga coast, in the direction of the Caspian Sea.
  The plan was to cut off the Caucasus by land from the rest of the USSR. And then move to Baku along the Caspian coast.
  At the same time, the Germans made diplomatic efforts to involve Turkey in the war.
  They have already given a principled promise to strike if the Wehrmacht comes out to the Caspian Sea.
  Japan was still at war. She was able to cut off Vladivostok and capture Mongolia.
  The samurai have a lot of infantry and fight fanatically. The tanks are rather weak, but they are light, mobile, and cheap to manufacture. And most importantly with good traffic.
  In short, the strength of the enemy is great. And Stalin does not know what to do.
  So far, the entire bet is on thirty-fours. But they are weaker than German cars, especially the Tigers. The KV tank is even worse and heavier.
  The 45 mm cannon is outdated, and the 76 mm is not strong enough.
  Aviation in practical terms is not bad. Especially the Yak-9, however, is rather weak in weapons.
  The Germans naturally made a bet on the Focke-Wulf! But the car was difficult to manage. Although very powerful and fast.
  The ME-309 began to arrive, a fast car with seven firing points, but also not very easy to drive and heavy. And that means with worse maneuverability.
  More or less of the new developments, the Yu-188 and Yu-288 were successful, which are good bombers.
  And, of course, the first jet cars began to appear. But not yet massively.
  The Germans began the offensive only on June 15, transferring masses of tanks. And of course, they were expected from the very beginning. A strong defense was built.
  A real citadel.
  In addition, IL-2 prepared a good surprise for the Germans in the form of small cumulative bombs.
  But this is not enough ... The Germans were still stronger. They have accumulated more and more experienced infantry, both aviation and tanks.
  Without a western front, the Nazis are stronger in the air. In tanks, they have a small advantage in numbers, but in quality due to heavy vehicles.
  In artillery, even a little more barrels from the USSR. But of course, in terms of calibers, the enemy is ahead.
  It remains only to count on a powerful defense, and the resilience of the Soviet people.
  
  
  
  NAPOLEON WON UNDER WATERLOO
  Napoleon the Great attacked Hamilton a couple of hours earlier and managed to defeat him before Blucher approached. And then he defeated Blucher.
  Under these conditions, Russia, led by Alexander the First, decided not to fight Napoleon. The Austrians, who seem to be related to him, offered peace on moderate terms.
  France received back two small areas in Italy inhabited by the French, and the Netherlands into its composition. An indemnity was removed from it, and the authority of Napoleon the First was recognized.
  A temporary equilibrium has been established. France was too tired of wars, and Napoleon sat quietly for a while. Although some reforms began to carry out. One of the most important is the official introduction of polygamy, with the right to have up to four partners.
  Although the Catholic Church resisted, the authority of the papacy fell greatly. And the Protestants showed flexibility in this matter.
  Napoleon himself was almost an atheist. He strongly separated church from state. Like, secular laws do not concern you.
  Napoleon the Great, having slightly restored the power of France, invaded Algeria and Morocco. He began to annex colonies in Africa to his possessions. Soon his troops captured Libya. But Egypt was prevented from being taken by Britain, which itself had no views of it.
  Napoleon decided that it was better not to start a war at sea, where he was much weaker than the enemy. Moreover, it is also necessary to digest what was captured in Africa.
  The French decided to move to Niger, and conquer the lands in the West and the center of Africa.
  Napoleon managed to establish good relations with Russia, especially after the coming to power of Nicholas I, with whom they became friends, and with Austria. Moreover, in 1829, Austria and France entered the war against Turkey on the side of Russia. Which turned out to be a strong move overall.
  Türkiye was finally expelled from the Balkans. Bosnia and Herzegovina became part of Austria, Russia received the eastern part of Romania, and the western part became Austrian.
  Bulgaria and Serbia formally gained independence, but the Bulgarians became vassals of Russia, and the Serbs of Austria. France received under its control the Kingdom of Sardinia and Naples. In addition, the French captured Crete from Greece and part of the islands. Greece itself on the continent formally gained independence, but under the auspices of France.
  Turkey in Europe remained in possession of practical only Istanbul.
  Russia also received Transcaucasia, and Batumi, and Kars, and Erzurum - almost all the lands inhabited by Armenians and Kurds. The north of Iraq became Russian, and the south was annexed by the British.
  Türkiye was relegated to the category of minor powers. And Russia, on the contrary, turned out to be stronger than in real history. Napoleon died in 1837, leaving France a great and powerful power with colonial possessions in Africa, Europe, and parts of Asia.
  After that, his son Napoleon II came to power. Taller, blond, he inherited great ambitions from his father. And he made an attempt to create a coalition against Britain.
  Austria agreed with this, and Russia, which at that time was bogged down in the war in the Caucasus, refused to wage a coalition war. Then in 1846 Austria and France went to war with Germany. It has not yet united under Prussia. Yes, and the forces were unequal. Austria is at the peak of its power and France too... And Prussia is not very strong.
  As a result of the war, all German lands were captured and divided between the French and the Austrians. Then Napoleon II quickly annexed Denmark to himself. In 1851, Norway was captured by the French.
  And in 1853, Nicholas I finally joined the coalition. Russia, Austria and France fell upon what was left of Turkey and Britain.
  On land, success contributed to the coalition. At sea, things were a little better for the British. But the coalition captured the entire Middle East, Egypt, Sudan. And then Iran. And in 1857 Russia, France and Austria moved to India. And they were able to capture it too.
  There was a conquest of Africa with an advance to the south. And Britain itself was strangled by a continental blockade. At the same time, three empires were building fleets.
  Their advantage in combat power and resources was becoming stronger and stronger.
  And in 1862, in view of the threat of the landing of Russia, France and Austria in the metropolis itself, the British asked for peace. Britain had to agree to a series of humiliating conditions and give up its colonies.
  Nicholas the First died in 1864... Alexander II succeeded his throne. But this king was again unlucky. Already in April 1866, he was shot dead by the nobleman Karakazov and the long-awaited liberation of the peasants did not take place.
  And the new young Tsar Alexander the Third was against the liberation of the peasants. And continued the conservative course. However, Russia was advancing in Asia and China.
  In the US, the civil war dragged on. Especially after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Serious disagreements arose among the northerners. The war lasted more than ten years, and the United States remained fragmented. The prolongation of the war was facilitated by the help of Napoleon II to the southerners, and the unwillingness to have a strong United States, on the border with the French colony of Canada, and vassal Mexico. Napoleon II ruled until 1879, and his reign was quite long: forty-two years and glorious. The French completely occupied Africa, only Austria took a little in it, profited from Syria, Palestine, Indochina, partly India, Iran and so on.
  Strengthened in Canada, Mexico, began to penetrate into Latin America. In Spain and Portugal, pro-French kings began to rule. Britain became a minor country.
  True, Russia has strengthened, and a little Austria. But this is not scary.
  Napoleon III, son of Napoleon II, ascended the throne. He was already thirty-eight years old. A rather mature emperor, he continued his father's policy, waging wars in Latin America and mastering Australia and the Pacific Ocean.
  Russia at that time conquered and digested China and India, a lot of land. In 1904, the Russians also landed in Japan, having previously conquered Korea. The war with Japan dragged on somewhat and moved into a partisan phase. Napoleon III conquered Latin America, almost the entire Red Continent. But he did not have time to enter the United States and died in 1909.
  Napoleon the Fourth - all the eldest sons were traditionally called Napoleons, took and attacked the United States in order to complete the consolidation of the land. The United States, meanwhile, was divided into three parts, and remained relatively backward. And numerous French armies captured them.
  Russia still fought the Japanese partisans for a long time, and uprisings constantly broke out in China.
  In 1913, Alexander III died, and Nicholas II ascended the throne. The new king continued the course of his father.
  After the conquest of the United States, Napoleon the Fourth wanted more. Britain, as yet without colonies, is not very strong. Austria and Russia, these are the two main powers in the world besides France.
  Moreover, in both empires there are absolute monarchies, and in tsarist Russia, serfdom also operates!
  Napoleon the Fourth thinks about it... But fighting two monsters at once is an impossible task. Or too complicated. It is necessary to choose one of them and beat them together.
  After the death of Emperor Franz Joseph in 1916, who ruled for sixty-eight years - one of the longest reigns in the world, his great-nephew Charles I ascended the throne. And after that collisions began in Austria. Not everyone recognized the new heir, whose only great-great-grandfather Franz II was emperor.
  And several uprisings and coups broke out.
  France and Russia sent troops to Austria. The joint blow led to the rapid defeat of the patchwork empire and its division. And soon Sweden was divided.
  France also included Spain and Portugal.
  Thus, there are only two countries left in the world: France and Russia, which divided all the territories ...
  Nicholas II and Napoleon IV. Such is the combination. And two monarchs stand opposite each other... But the war never started... Nicholas II died in 1936. He was succeeded by Alexei II. And Napoleon the Fourth died a year later in 1937. He was succeeded not by the eldest son, who also died, but by the middle Louis nineteenth.
  The new king was young and Alexei young. And in 1941, they fought for several months from May to December ... After which they made peace, on conditions without annexations and indemnities.
  It was already the last war of two world empires. In 1943, the French flew to the moon. And the Russians in 1945. Space expansion has begun.
  And two empires: Russian and French, Bonaparte and Romanov dynasties coexisted peacefully.
  So, in general, life developed quite calmly in another system of the earthly universe.
  By the end of the twentieth century, the Russians and the French managed to visit almost all the planets of the solar system, and developed the space industry.
  In general, there were no epidemics and famines on Earth. Birth rates in both empires were brought under control, and religions were limited in scope.
  The church was separated from the state, and atheism and new paganism became fashionable.
  And the wars disappeared altogether, just as there were almost no major unrest.
  
  IF RASPUTIN WOULD SURVIVE
  Rasputin by some miracle, despite the poison and wound in the stomach, still survived after the assassination attempt. As a result of long-planned entourage of Tsar Nicholas II, the palace coup did not take place. The tsar successfully passed the most difficult stage in the history of Russia. And at the end of April, as soon as the roads dried up, the long-awaited offensive began in the south.
  The combat effectiveness of the tsarist army was not undermined by the stupid decrees of the Provisional Government, and under the command of the outstanding commander Brusilov, it achieved major successes. By the way, in real history, at first there were major successes, the offensive failed as a result of sabotage, both by the Bolsheviks and other destructive elements, including the big bourgeoisie and ministers of the Provisional Government.
  And so there is no sabotage, the army is still strong with the discipline of the tsarist generals. And the morale of the Austrians and especially the Slavic units is falling.
  Brusilov took Lvov, and advanced until the siege of Przemysl.
  Only by seriously weakening the front in the center, the Germans somehow stopped the Russian offensive.
  However, Russian troops also struck in Romania. There have been great successes. And even recaptured Bucharest and Transylvania.
  The Germans also removed troops from other sectors, saving the Austrians. The situation for Germany was aggravated by the entry of the United States into the war in April 1917. Why not join the Americans? It can be seen that Germany is already sailing and it's nice to be among the winners.
  In the autumn, when sleet began to fall, the offensive of the Russian troops in the center against the actual German units finally began.
  Poor visibility in wet snow hampered the work of German machine gunners and artillerymen. In addition, in the cold, the Fritz always howl worse than the Russians, more accustomed to the harsh climate.
  So the more decisive and capable commander Kornilov commanded the central, western front, who swept aside a not so bold predecessor.
  Russian troops broke through the weakened German defenses and successfully moved forward, capturing large numbers of prisoners and trophies.
  Only on the Vistula River, having weakened their troops in the west, the Germans were able to stop the advance of the Russian troops. The tsarist army liberated the Baltic states and entered East Prussia.
  The Russians also achieved major successes in the southern sector of the front against Turkey. By the end of the year, they, along with the British and French, almost completely captured Asia Minor, and approached Istanbul.
  In January, Istanbul fell under pressure primarily from Russian troops, and the Ottoman Empire capitulated.
  The year 1918 has come. In Russia, they believed in a quick victory, and the country held on, despite all the military difficulties. The Allies also pressed the Germans a little in the West, and believed in their success.
  America transferred more and more new divisions. Austria-Hungary was falling apart and its army was deserting. Bulgaria declared war on Germany and Austria-Hungary, withdrawing from the union of the central states. And Türkiye was defeated.
  Of course, moods arose in Germany to end this war as soon as possible.
  But still a little undecided. And where are you going? Back in March, without waiting for warm weather, Russia struck at the already broken Austria-Hungary and broke through the front. The Germans could not withstand the attack and flowed. They were crushed with great loss. Budapest fell and the Austrian Empire capitulated.
  Some time later, a coup took place in Germany, and on May 9, 1918, the German Empire capitulated.
  Thus ended the First World War. This was followed by negotiations at Versailles, and the signing of a new peace system.
  The Ottoman Empire disappeared from the map. It was divided by Russia, Britain, France. The tsarist empire received back Constantinople, and Asia Minor with Armenia. Britain Iraq, Palestine, Ottoman possessions in Saudi Arabia, and France Syria. Austria-Hungary also disappeared from the map of Europe. Russia received Galicia, Bukovina, Krakow with Polish lands. Czechoslovakia became part of Russia, retaining some autonomy, but Nicholas II became the king of the Czech Republic and Slovakia. Krakow entered the Kingdom of Poland, as Poznan and part of the German lands. Including Danzig. Russia also received the Klaipeda region. Significantly expanding ownership.
  In the West, Germany returned the French and Danish possessions seized under Bismarck. And she was also forced to agree to a demilitarized zone in the Rhine basin. Germany was also forced to pay huge reparations to the victorious countries. First of all, Russia and France as the most affected by the Germans.
  Yugoslavia also appeared, which recognized itself as a vassal of Russia, but did not formally become part of it. Hungary was cut down and also recognized itself as a vassal of Russia. Austria formally remained independent, but paid reparations. Romania received Transylvania.
  Everyone was more or less satisfied except for those who lost. Türkiye and Austria-Hungary disappeared from the map of Europe and Asia. And Russia has increased both population and territory. As well as France, Japan, Britain, and only the United States received only a small part of the reparations. Germany's possessions in the Pacific were divided between Japan and Britain. In Africa, mostly Britain.
  A few months later, Russia joined the British side in the war in Afghanistan. A quick victory was won, and for the first time it was tested in battle, a tank developed by the son of Mendeleev. The new car proved to be very efficient and with good driving characteristics.
  She was named "Alexey" in honor of the heir to the throne. And this car looked very promising.
  After the conquest and partition of Afghanistan, a period of peace began. Although several small wars have passed. Russia and Britain divided Iran. And then the Allies completed the partition of Saudi Arabia.
  Russia's economy experienced a rapid growth of about ten percent a year, and came in 1929 in second place. The United States was also rapidly rising, a little less than France, and even less than Germany. And Britain was completely stagnant, barely reaching the pre-war level.
  However, when the Great Depression broke out, it became more difficult again and rebellion and unrest began to grow.
  Nicholas II strengthened his authority by winning the First World War. The tsar reduced the working day to ten and a half hours, and on Saturday and pre-holiday days to eight hours. The salary in Russia grew. Prices remained stable, and the tsarist ruble was the strongest currency on Earth.
  In addition, the king in 1925 introduced a free seven-year education. And in 1929, seven-grade education became compulsory. Free healthcare has also become more accessible.
  And getting higher education for free has become much easier. And pensions were increased, and they were paid even to workers and housewives, and the disabled.
  But the Great Depression again exacerbated all the problems. And again they remembered the Duma, which the tsar dissolved, but new elections were never held. What led to the revival of absolutism.
  The king again received the right to legislate, and began to show noticeable activity. However, it even got better without the State Duma, the State Council worked, and the Civil Code of the Russian Empire was adopted.
  However, the new bourgeoisie wanted more democracy, and at least the revival of the Duma. During the depression, both the proletariat and the peasantry began to rebel.
  All the village, the kulak class has become much stronger. But the landlords still retained land ownership. Birth rates remained high and death rates declined, especially with improved medical care. This led to population growth and land fragmentation. True, part of this growth was absorbed by the city. During the depression, unemployment skyrocketed.
  But the tsarist government, by energetic measures, was able to mitigate the consequences of the depression. In 1931, when Japan invaded China and tried to set up a puppet government in Manchuria. This violated previous agreements and became the reason for Russia's entry into the war.
  By this time, the tsarist army had the most advanced and powerful tanks in the world, the best aircraft, including six motor bombers. Thus, in Tsarist Russia, the world's first mass-produced helicopters appeared, and the most successful - recoilless guns.
  In addition, the level of generals rose in tsarist Russia. And the fleet was commanded by the genius Admiral Kolchak.
  During the First World War, the tsarist army reproduced seaplanes and brought them to perfection. And actively smashed the Japanese at sea.
  From the very beginning, the war went unfavorably for the Japanese. Under the tsar, another Baikal-Amur Mainline was built and the supply of the Russian army was carried out without problems.
  Surpassing both the quantity and quality of the Japanese field marshals, Denikin and Kornilov, led a successful offensive. Among the young generals, Vasilevsky stood out, who became a colonel at the age of twenty-three during the First World War. And at the age of twenty-five he was already a general.
  Of course, there were other commanders. Tukhachevsky also experienced rapid career growth. Climbed at Budyonny. A series of victories and from the very beginning the tsarist army owned the initiative, creating cauldrons and laying siege to Port Arthur. However, the siege did not last long, during the assault this impregnable citadel fell in two weeks. And in just four months of fighting, China and all of Korea were liberated.
  Tsar Nicholas II, taking advantage of the fact that the United States was weakened by the Great Depression, as well as Britain could not intervene in the war, ordered to seize Japan entirely and annex it to the Russian Empire.
  Kolchak completely defeated the samurai at sea, using, among other things, the best seaplanes in the world. In addition, a fleet arrived from the Baltic and the Mediterranean.
  And in March 1932, the tsarist army landed in Japan. After three months of stubborn fighting, the Land of the Rising Sun was conquered and became a Russian province. It hosted a referendum on joining Russia. And Nicholas II became the Japanese mikado and emperor. Russia also conquered possessions in the Pacific Ocean.
  Hitler came to power in Germany in January 1933. And of course, his accession could give rise to cataclysms.
  The Fuhrer immediately swore allegiance to Nicholas II, and declared an alliance with Russia.
  Hitler proposed, at a personal meeting, to divide the French and British colonies.
  Nicholas II agreed. And the union of Italy, Germany and Russia was concluded. Against, of course, Britain and France. In 1937, Germany annexed Austria. At the same time, Nicholas II, having ruled for almost forty-three years, died. On the throne was his young grandson - Alexander the fourth. The heir Alexei managed to get married, make himself a son and also died of an incurable disease. The grandson was only six years old, and the tsar's brother Mikhail Romanov became the ruler and regent. Not young, but in general an experienced king. By the way, it was he who carried out the general leadership for the capture of Japan, and had the title of grand marshal, such as a generalissimo.
  Regent Mikhail Romanov continued the course towards an alliance with Germany and Italy. And on May 15, 1940, the Third Reich attacked France, Belgium, and Holland, as well as Britain. Russia also attacked the British colonies. And Italy moved to Africa.
  The war developed quite successfully. The Russians captured in three months all the possessions of Britain and France in Asia. And then landed in Australia. Russia also advanced in Africa.
  The Germans, after the rapid defeat of France and the occupation of Belgium and Holland, launched an air attack on Britain. It was not very successful until the Russian aviation entered the war.
  And Britain became very bad. And they bombed everything they could. Australia was quickly conquered by Russian troops. And Africa was captured more slowly, not so much because of the resistance of the British and French troops, but because of the great distances and lack of roads.
  They did not have time to capture Britain in 1940, but in the summer of forty-first there was a landing and, with the British, it was finally finished.
  Then followed the war with the United States. Roosevelt inadvertently got into a fight, and belatedly. And tsarist Russia wanted to regain Alaska.
  But not only that ... In the winter of forty-one - forty-two, the Tsarist troops crossed the ice into the territory of the United States and unleashed battles there.
  On the side of the Russian troops, superiority in the quantity and quality of troops.
  The Americans were losing. And the Germans broke in from Canada, and also achieved great success. 1942 was the last year of independent America. Under the blows of Russia and Germany, the United States held out until October 8, when, after the fall of New York and Washington, they capitulated.
  Thus ended World War II. Shorter than in real history, victorious for Russia and the Third Reich. During the war, the Germans also occupied Spain and Portugal, annexing their colonies.
  There was a change in the world. Tsarist Russia annexed all the colonies of Britain and France in Asia and the Pacific, as well as Australia. Alaska, most of Canada and the United States became Russian, and Germany received only a small part. Most of Africa became Russian. But the Germans took over part of the French, Belgian, Portuguese, Spanish colonies.
  The Germans also captured both Denmark and Norway. And Sweden was divided with Russia. France, Belgium, Holland, Spain, Portugal, entered the special union of the states of the stamp zone. The Nazis occupied them with troops, although they retained formal puppet governments. Same thing in Denmark and Norway with part of Sweden.
  Russia took control of Britain. Since Tsar Alexander the Fourth was related to the English kings, he was recognized as the monarch of Britain.
  Italy gained some possessions in Africa and gained a foothold in Ethiopia.
  Tsarist Russia is undoubtedly the most powerful and vast empire in the world. But the Third Reich is strong. And there was a temporary pause. Need to digest new acquisitions. Regent Mikhail even took the unprecedented step of allowing a Russian to have four wives.
  Even the synod was forced to admit this in order to speed up the assimilation of the outskirts.
  And what a good idea! Alexander the Fourth even married twice in his youth to set an example for his subjects. So the situation has stabilized.
  Michael died in 1947, and Tsar Alexander really took over. And so far, he has succeeded. But land was not enough for Hitler, and the possessed Fuhrer dreamed of world domination.
  And on April 20, 1955, a big war began against tsarist Russia. The Third Reich and Italy, where the son of Mussolini Jr. already ruled, attacked the empire of Tsar Alexander the Fourth.
  The Third World War began. Argentina, Brazil, Venezuela, Mexico, and a number of Latin American countries also came out on the side of the Third Reich. And World War III broke out...
  
  
  ROKOSSOVSKII'S MISTAKE
  Parallel universe, earthly world. During the Great Patriotic War, there was only one small discrepancy with real history. Rokossovsky managed to persuade Stalin to bring in the 2nd Guards Army against Paulus, and other reserves in order to destroy them before Mainstein approached. The argument that played a decisive role: "If we destroy Paulus and liberate Stalingrad before the New Year, it will be a colossal political effect! Catholicism Christmas will be celebrated in Stalingrad!".
  Stalin agreed that the politicians first of all ordered the attack on Paulus, while Mainstein was restrained for the time being. But as a result of this spontaneous decision, the following happened. Still in December, relatively combat-ready, and relying on powerful defensive structures, Paulus's troops put up stubborn resistance, and were able to hold their positions. And on December 25, Mainstein broke through a corridor to Stalingrad a little to the south.
  And fierce battles unfolded. Hitler ordered to hold the bridgehead on the Volga at any cost, Stalin ordered to recapture Stalingrad at any cost. The battles began to boil, as during the storming of Stalingrad, by the Germans, but now it is exactly the opposite.
  Soviet troops broke forward, and the Germans desperately fought back.
  For three and a half months, the most stubborn battles continued. More and more reserves entered the battle. Ultimately, by the end of March, the Germans were forced out of Stalingrad, forcing them to retreat to the Don. But the losses of the Soviet troops turned out to be too high and a long operational pause in the offensive followed.
  The Germans also strengthened their army with total mobilization, transferred heavy tanks "Tiger" and "Panther", licked their wounds. But the ratio of losses during the battles turned out to be more favorable for the Fritz than in real history. Since the Nazis did not fall into the boilers and fought in more favorable defensive conditions for themselves. And this helped them to keep the front line at more favorable lines for themselves.
  Yes, the allies acted in Africa not so decisively. The absence of a catastrophe for the Germans in the east created uncertainty and divisions in their ranks. The Americans, fearing heavy losses, behaved passively, and some of the British did not have enough strength.
  According to this, the Nazis still held a foothold in Tunisia and could not worry about Italy.
  And on July 6, a new offensive of the Nazis began, near Stalingrad. This time, however, the Fritz turned out to be more cunning, and did not dare to attack, as the Soviet command expected on the city itself, but moved their armored pincers to the south. And was able to break through the line of defense.
  Moving forward, Mainstein reached the Volga, a hundred kilometers south of Stalingrad, then turned south. It was a daring and unexpected maneuver. In addition, in offensive battles, the "Tiger" showed its formidable strength as a breakthrough tank with strong protection of the sides and stern.
  The Soviet command belatedly tried to respond with a counterattack, along a heavily fortified zone. Tank battles unfolded, where for the first time the Panther showed its power in defense and in ambush. The Germans skillfully parried the counterattacks of the Soviet troops with their newest tanks. Ferdinand proved to be not bad either.
  But numerical superiority is still on the side of the USSR. The Germans could not advance far and were forced to stop. The situation on the Volga seemed to freeze. But in Chechnya, an anti-Soviet rebellion broke out. And the city of Grozny was taken as a result of a double blow, with the fall of the Terek Gates of the Caucasus. The situation became extremely aggravated. Türkiye stirred. One of the Ottoman generals turned out to be a German agent. He simply ordered his corps to arbitrarily attack the Soviet troops, thus putting the leadership before the fact of being drawn into the war. Churchill and Roosevelt remained silent, and thirty Turkish divisions, numbering about a million soldiers, went on the offensive.
  This treacherous blow to the back, and at the same time squeezing the supply artery along the Volga, significantly aggravated the situation.
  Mainstein, having repulsed the attempts of the Soviet troops to push him away from the Volga, tried to develop the offensive. Then the Soviet command threw parts of the Steppe Front into battle. The Germans were stopped, eighty Soviet divisions against fifty German ones. But they were only able to slow down their advance, but failed to defeat the enemy. While in the Caucasus the situation worsened. The Turks surrounded Yerevan and almost completely captured Batumi. There are very few Soviet reserves in Transcaucasia, after the capture of Grozny, fifteen German divisions continued to move in a southerly direction, approaching and surrounding Tbilisi.
  Suddenly, Stalin ordered an offensive in the center, the third Rzhev-Sychov operation. But the Germans were ready for this, and not enough forces were allocated to carry out such a decisive offensive. The situation was aggravated by the entry of Japan into the war. True, the samurai did not attack the USSR itself, but launched an offensive against Mongolia. But the Soviet command, in response, of course, transferred troops and entered into battle with the Japanese. The six hundred thousandth fist of the Japanese army aimed at the blow, and twenty-five more divisions had to be urgently transferred to the Far East, weakening their forces opposing the Fritz.
  As for evil, but the allies adhered to a waiting tactic, even reduced the intensity of the bombing of the European continent and German cities. And the bridgehead in Tunisia was still not attacked. In general, the allies were in no hurry to get the chestnuts out of the fire. And practically sabotaged the war. And the Germans and their satellites gradually won in the Caucasus.
  Then Stalin decided to act like Solon and offered Hitler a truce. Moreover, the conditions are very favorable to the Germans. All prisoners of war are given to them free of charge, while the Russians are taken back for a substantial ransom. In addition, the USSR undertook to supply oil and oil products, as well as a number of categories of raw materials, to the Third Reich for the duration of the truce free of charge.
  Hitler poraskinuv brains decided to accept Stalin's proposal. The truce was for a year with the possibility of extension. On September 1, 1943, the war in the east ceased. And the fighting resumed with renewed vigor. Only this time in the West. First of all, at sea. Tunisia became a flashpoint and springboard for the Nazi invasion.
  On November 25, 1943, the superior forces of the Germans under the command of Mainstein began to storm Gibraltar. Franco received an ultimatum to let the Nazis through, or else he was threatened with overthrow. For three days and three nights there was a fierce assault. In it, the Germans first used a novelty: a Sturmtigr armed with a jet bomb. This machine simply tore the British positions apart, and exterminated the enemy exponentially.
  Gibraltar is the key to control of the Mediterranean and both sides understood this. Alas, the Germans had more opportunities to concentrate their forces. And the fortress fell.
  Fighting also intensified at sea. The production of submarines in the Third Reich exceeded forty units per month and continued to increase. Loss of allies in the sea growths. And in Africa, a real war unfolded. The German "Panthers" and "Tigers" demonstrated their superiority over the enemy. The German offensive, as part of a grouping of thirty divisions, began with an invasion from Morocco, and twenty-five divisions, with an attack on Algeria ...
  New Year 1944 found everyone when the fighting unfolded to its fullest ...
  At the end of January 1944, a large pocket of American and British troops formed in Algiers. And these forces simply surrendered after relatively little resistance. Then, the Germans, along with the Italians, invaded Libya. New African swings piled up. Rommel's group moved towards Egypt, and Mainstein's towards the Niger loop.
  The Germans were armed with the "Panther" -2 with more powerful armor and a gun, as well as an engine of 900 horsepower. And the Americans began to receive the Sherman M 4 tank. Stalin, in turn, rearmed his tank fists T-34-85 and IS-2. Another German tank "Tiger" - 2 turned out to be morally obsolete from the moment it was put into serial production. Having equal armament with the "Panther" -2 and being twenty-one tons heavier, the German mastodon "Tiger" -2, only slightly surpassed its younger counterpart in armor, significantly inferior both in driving performance and technical reliability.
  But the newest jet fighter ME-262 had no equal, neither in armament, nor in speed. So his qualitative superiority was supposed to compensate for the quantitative advantage of the allies. In general, a large number of aircraft from the troops of the Western coalition could not give a decisive advantage on the battlefield. The German aces were superior in skill to their Western counterparts, and this affected the statistics of air battles. And the anti-aircraft artillery of the Nazis is on top. In addition, the allies were let down by the indecision of their command, which brought forces into battle in parts, because of which they suffered many losses. And it was inconvenient to deploy in Africa.
  Rommel by mid-March captured Libya and went to El Aman. Here the British had a powerful defensive rampart. And Montgomery commanded very effectively, especially when he received reinforcements. But the Germans are not so forgive. Pulling up additional ammunition and fuel at the end of April, the Germans undertook a roundabout maneuver through the desert and reached the headwaters of the Nile, bypassing the British defenses. In May, Alexandria fell and the Germans reached the Suez Canal. Türkiye also invaded Syria and Palestine.
  June became a turning point in the battle for the Middle East. It included more than seventy German divisions and twenty Turkish. The British and Americans were defeated. And in July, Saudi Arabia also came under the control of the Third Reich, and the fascist troops entered Iran, where they moved, meeting only focal resistance from the British troops. In August, the Germans, after almost marching more than a thousand kilometers, entered India. In September, almost all of India was occupied. The local population met the Wehrmacht as liberators. And Japan finally gained a land border with its very strong ally.
  October 1st arrived. The year of the truce declared with the USSR. The Germans united with the Japanese, seized lands from Morocco to Burma, including India, reached the equator, taking most of Africa for themselves. Thus, the Third Reich expanded, but on the other hand scattered its troops across the continents.
  During this time, Stalin prepared and formed about three hundred divisions, including tank divisions. And the total size of the Soviet army was brought to eleven million of which eight could be used on the Soviet German front. But the Wehrmacht also strengthened, although it sharply sought foreign divisions in its composition. In addition, the power of jet aircraft has grown. The ME-262 was already produced in thousands of thirty to forty aircraft a day, and was undoubtedly the best fighter of the Second World War. Its two engines accelerated to a speed of 900 kilometers per hour, and four 30-mm cannons and plus rockets made the car a very serious opponent for any aircraft.
  The "Panther"-2 proved to be unmatched by the aggregate characteristics of a tank, significantly superior in armament and armor to the "Shermans" M 4 and T-34-85. True, with a weight of 47 tons, but the engine of 900 horsepower more than compensated for this. Moreover, the Panther-2 in terms of armor-piercing and frontal armor was superior to the IS-2, not to mention driving performance.
  This, of course, worried Stalin. But the Third Reich is still in its infancy.
  New foreign and colonial divisions are being created. On the approach to the development of tanks of the E series, with even more powerful engines, thicker armor and stronger weapons. And create new models of aircraft. The Nazis already have the Arado jet bomber in serial production, and the NE-162 appeared. And the advantage of the Wehrmacht will increase.
  Therefore, Stalin had something to think about: to accept or not accept Hitler's proposal to extend the truce for another year. On the one hand, I did not want to throw my people into the abyss of war again. On the other hand , it is clear that it will be even worse - time is working against the USSR.
  Stalin nevertheless extended the truce. He decided that the wise don't fight.
  But the Fuhrer unexpectedly in December 1944 landed in Britain. No one expected the Nazis to turn up in the winter. And the British were able to be taken by surprise. Surprise, good organization, very effective small self-propelled guns E-10, all this played into the hands of the Fritz.
  And literally in a week Britain was captured! This is generally a colossal achievement of the Wehrmacht!
  London has fallen! And the Fuhrer imagined himself invincible! Already in March, Iceland was captured.
  After that, the Nazis suggested to America - they say, what do you want: to fight further or will you still divide the spheres of influence? After the death of Roosevelt, a pragmatic approach prevailed in the United States - peace was offered to the Germans. The Fuhrer, however, put forward a number of cruel conditions - including the payment of reparations and compensation for the bombing of German cities.
  The Americans hesitated a little, but after another, brutal defeat at sea, they reconciled. And they accepted Hitler's conditions.
  The Fuhrer took a short break in the war... Digesting the conquered and strengthening his position in Europe, Africa and Asia.
  But on May 1, 1947, the Nazis, having saved up their strength and staked on the main tank E-75 - the most massive in the Wehrmacht - invaded the USSR.
  More precisely, they continued the offensive there. And deployed a lot of new tanks.
  The E-75 became the main one, since Hitler was very fond of large cars. Although the mastodon turned out to be not entirely successful: all over ninety tons, with an engine of only 900 horsepower - that is, the tank turned out to be not too fast and often broke down. The powerful 128 mm cannon had a smaller supply of shells and slower firing than the 88 mm.
  The tower had good protection - a 252 mm forehead, 160 mm sides at an angle, but the hull was worse - a 160 mm forehead, though at an inclination of 45 degrees, only 120 mm side, and quite high.
  In general, the E-75 was a fairly grown "King Tiger", with certain problems because of this. In fairness, it should be noted that the engine and transmission were located together, which compacted the layout of the tank. In addition, it was possible to strengthen the protection of the hull with shields in the field.
  So the E-75 was well protected, powerfully armed, but too heavy, not very mobile, and often broke down.
  The E-50 was, of course, smaller, lighter, with a molded engine, and developed speeds of over sixty kilometers per hour. And he had a gun in 88 mm and 100EL barrel length. And she did 12 shots per minute. The frontal armor of the E-50 hull is almost the same as that of the E-75, the protection of the sides and the turret is worse. But in practice, the E-50, in any case, with its mobility, less weight and greater reliability, is more effective than the E-75.
  But Hitler ordered to make a more mass machine heavier. In general, the Fuhrer banned the production of tanks lighter than fifty tons. To protect Aryan blood. Only a small number of reconnaissance E-10s and E-5s were produced.
  So was the E-100 tank. And several of its modifications, including those with a bomb launcher.
  The Fuhrer generally loved everything big. TA-400 jet modification became the most massive bomber. Yes, it's a terrible power.
  Yu-488 barely entered service, was considered obsolete, and was replaced by a jet counterpart. The Germans had tailless bombers B-2 and B-18. Also very effective machines capable of bombing the United States from Europe.
  And what it just was not in the air. Even discos appeared, which, due to the flowing laminar jet, are invulnerable to small arms.
  In short, the forces are unequal. And Hitler expects to easily finish off the USSR.
  But it wasn't there. True, in the Caucasus, the Nazis advanced along with the Turks. They captured Baku, Yerevan, and all the oil wells. And from the east, capturing Primorye, and laying siege to Vladivostok, Japan advanced.
  But four girls: Natasha, Zoya, Augustina and Svetlana defied the Nazis and, when the big offensive against Moscow began, they entered the battle.
  Natashka fired a burst and threw a lethal grenade with her bare foot. She tossed the fascists and chirped:
  - Glory to Soviet Russia!
  Zoya also took and mowed down the line of Fritz. And with bare toes she threw the presents of death. Killed a lot of fascists.
  And she sang:
  - For new achievements!
  Next Augustine on the move. Crushed the enemies. Scattered them with powerful blows of fists in different directions. And also with a bare foot will launch a gift of destruction.
  And sing:
  - We will smash the onslaught of the evil horde!
  And here is the attack Svetlana. She cut off a lot of the Nazis. And after that, her bare toes again launched a killer present.
  And the warrior hissed:
  - I'm a super champion!
  The four female warriors really worked for the whole division. But one division, and even four is too few, against the entire Wehrmacht. Especially with stronger and more advanced weapons.
  So by the end of August, the Nazis nevertheless surrounded Moscow. And this is very sad. And by the end of December 1947, the capital of the USSR fell. And the next stage of the war ended.
  After that it wasn't what it used to be... During 1948, the Nazi troops completely captured, together with the Japanese, the entire territory of the USSR. And it got even worse...
  For some time, the Nazis waged war with the partisans and caught Stalin, who stubbornly did not want to put up with it. After the fact that in April 1951 the leader of the USSR was nevertheless destroyed, the guerrilla war began to decline.
  The Germans formed their puppet Russian government, and fought the partisans with local forces. And they managed to succeed ... The United States so far remained overseas, and acquired nuclear weapons.
  Hitler delayed his march on America for too long. And the United States was able to establish mass production of atomic and then hydrogen bombs. And then they created, albeit later than the Germans, ballistic missiles.
  Neither side decided to go to war. There was a division of spheres of influence. Both the USA and Germany, and Japan have captured a lot and therefore have been digesting possessions for the time being.
  Hitler crashed on April 20, 1957, exactly on his sixty-eight birthday. After him, Regent Schellenberg succeeded to power, replacing the eliminated Himmler. And Goering died from drug abuse.
  Schellenberg carried out partial liberalization in the occupied territories. And introduced more self-government in the colonies. Censorship has also become softer. There were others besides the Nazi Party.
  Schellenberg began to soften the racist theory. Gradually developing on the rails of capitalism and at the same time according to plan, the economy of the Third Reich raised the standard of living.
  The guerrilla troops were falling. People got used to the discipline and the new order. In 1961, the first flight to the moon took place. And in 1976 to Mars.
  Somehow, the problems of hunger were solved and the birth rate was regulated.
  After Schellenberg, Kleiman ruled. He also continued to liberalize.
  The Third Reich became a multiparty democratic empire. But it was impossible to separate from him.
  Japan also experienced democratization. And America has long been a democracy.
  Here in the Third Reich, after Kleiman, a new president was elected. And they became - Natasha Rostova. Which is really cool!
  And the era of democratization and equality has come.
  The warrior even sang;
  Our people will not endure suffering,
  Let the guns - the infernal voice of war rumble!
  We will stand: with the hope of an exclamation,
  Shoulder to shoulder: rallied, old and young!
  
  Raising bayonets in calluses,
  The stern look of the fighters - just guys!
  The earth from grief became all gray-haired,
  Girls braids timidly pull!
  
  We are the children of the glorious, Soviet people,
  We can not be broken, neither steel nor fire!
  Let's fight with all our might for freedom!
  A flock of fascism - I believe we will break it!
  
  Let them not be taken into service - bitterly from annoyance,
  But the pioneer gathered himself into battle!
  The tie is on fire - all eyes are opened in it,
  In the glorious Bolshevik footsteps!
  
  A crowd of soldiers fled to the attack with fury,
  The fascists are silent, the roar of the cannons is torn off!
  From the crushed red power of metal,
  The broken flag with the swastika has drooped!
  
  Where our batteries knew exactly
  And why? daring boy,
  Though the snow is clods, it hurts, they tormented evil,
  When barefoot in the night, he walked in a bag!
  
  When you are small, it is easier to scout, easier,
  In any crack, you can stick your nose!
  You took the oath in the cold, in the grove,
  But someone laughed: the guy is not mature enough!
  
  The girls, too, did not know cowardice,
  They fought no worse, brave boys!
  On vacation, we danced in pairs,
  They chatted sparingly - it's a pity to waste words!
  
  Cruel Hitler - Satan's servant,
  People without an account, the bastard ruined!
  But the liberator will crush the horde,
  After all, there is no limit to the councils of forces!
  
  The Communist Party loved and raised,
  Us pioneers brave for that!
  So as not to endure the Fritz gentleman,
  Lest you put on the yoke!
  
  We were taught to believe sacredly in a dream,
  And do not regret efforts for the country!
  What we endured, simply cannot be measured,
  Dear, sons of the Soviet army!
  
  None of us referred to age,
  Feel sorry for yourself - do not respect others!
  Dying is scary, but I was not afraid
  Rus' is invincible - the army of councils!
  
  And a happy world will come on Earth,
  There will be no pain, no tears, no sorrows, no need!
  Banner over the entire planet of communism,
  Those who have fallen will be resurrected in the realm of beauty!
  
  
  Tear the Fuhrer to pieces
  The Fuhrer deviated slightly from the real story, ordering Rommel, after the surrender of the Tolbuk garrison, to advance without pause on the British. Thus, preventing them from settling on the defensive and occupying pre-prepared lines.
  Continuing the offensive, Rommel was able, despite significantly less strength, to defeat the British, and the colonial troops surrendered almost without a fight.
  As a result, the British lost Egypt and control of the Suez Canal. But even this was not the end of the troubles for the anti-Hitler coalition.
  The Fuhrer did not turn the Fourth Panzer Army south, and in addition, he entrusted the attack on Stalingrad to the hero of the Crimea, Mainstein. As a result, the Germans were able to capture the city on the Volga almost immediately, and the Soviet troops did not have time to gain a foothold there.
  Building on the success of Mainstein's troops, they advanced along the Volga and reached the Caspian Sea. And then Turkey entered the war, delivering a strong blow with a million-strong army. Japan also won the Battle of Midway before that, and captured the Hawaiian archipelago.
  And so the samurai opened a second front in the Far East. They advanced in large masses of infantry. And they were able to cut off Vladivostok and take Khabarovsk, as well as capture most of Mongolia.
  As a result, the USSR did not find the strength for a winter counteroffensive. And the Germans, and the Turks, and other satellites of the Third Reich, captured almost the entire Caucasus during the winter, and oil in Baku.
  Soviet Russia found itself in a position of strategic pressure. Stalin even agreed to a separate peace with Germany on any terms.
  The Fuhrer received intelligence information that work is underway in the United States to create an atomic bomb. And worried about this, he agreed to a separate peace with the USSR. But of course, taking everything already conquered, as well as Leningrad, and all of Karelia, up to and including Arkhangelsk. A great tribute was laid on Soviet Russia. Japan occupied the seaside, and part of other lands in the Far East.
  Stalin, realizing the hopelessness of waging a war on two fronts, and also fearing new German tanks - the Panther and the Tiger, accepted extremely difficult peace conditions, but retained Moscow and his personal power.
  And the Fritz continued their offensive in Africa and moved to India. Initially, they planned to take all the colonies from Britain, and then capture the mother country.
  The British could not hold out in Africa. The Nazis occupied, with extremely weak resistance, the entire black continent, as well as India, uniting with the Japanese.
  The landing in Britain took place in June 1944, by which time the Germans had developed jet aircraft, and, due to their qualitative superiority, completely seized supremacy in the sea and in the air.
  America, too, was losing to the Japanese so far, as they beat the Yankee fleet in parts. And this made it possible to compensate for the smaller economic potential.
  Britain in the mother country was quickly defeated. And after that, a new pro-German king was installed there, and a government headed by Mosley. Most of the ships of the English fleet went under the Third Reich. In August, the Germans captured Ireland, and in September, Operation Icarus took place, with the capture of Iceland.
  Thus, the Third Reich secured itself from the bombing of the United States.
  But this was not enough for the Fuhrer, and the Fritz began to attack America.
  Part of the troops was transferred to Argentina and Brazil. And part moved through Greenland and Canada.
  Of course, along with the Japanese, the Germans also captured Australia.
  In 1945, the Nazis were able to capture significant territories in the Western Hemisphere. America was faced with the new German E-series tanks, which were vastly superior to the Shermans and even the Pershings. Hitler's E-75 turned out to be practically impenetrable from any angle by American guns, and quickly became the main German tank. In March 1946, the United States capitulated.
  And there was a temporary military pause. Stalin while sat quietly, and did not rock the boat.
  Hitler rested for five years and digested possessions. And then, nevertheless, he took and attacked Japan just on April 20, 1951. She had too many possessions.
  The war lasted eight months and ended with the capture of Japan and all its colonies.
  After that, the Fuhrer conducted several more operations in Latin America and captured Spain and Portugal, and other neutral countries.
  Türkiye was also conquered.
  It turned out that the empire of the Third Reich was almost universal. But there was still a stripped-down USSR.
  Stalin died in March 1953, and then Beria was also shot. Nikita Khrushchev seized power. Which arranged the 20th congress with the exposure of the personality cult of Stalin, and even shamefully lost the war.
  And Hitler decided:
  - Capture the last independent power in the world.
  And so, on May 1, 1956, the great offensive of the huge, worldwide army of the Third Reich began on the USSR. Again war and big blood.
  Hitler was sixty-seven years old quite recently, but the cannibal did not want to calm down.
  The border passed very close to Moscow - only two hundred and twenty kilometers along the shortest distance. Already Rzhev was a German city. So the Fritz expected that even before the summer they would take the capital of the USSR, and finally complete the consolidation of the empire on a planetary scale.
  But the four girls, led by Natasha, got in their way.
  Beautiful, barefoot girls in bikinis defended the Soviet city of Kalinin and on May 4, 1956, German troops broke through to it, launched an assault.
  Ahead were German, pyramidal tanks of the AG series. They were powerful and completely invulnerable to Soviet guns, when fired from all angles.
  But the Nazis were not lucky in this case: since they were opposed by four girls - very strong witches. And these warriors knew how to fight the enemy.
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot. She hit the caterpillar of a German, pyramidal tank. As a result, the car veered to the left and rammed its neighbor.
  And both tanks exploded at once.
  And Natasha chirped:
  - This is my strategy!
  Zoya, her partner, also launched a grenade with her bare toes. And she hit the caterpillars of the pyramidal Nazi mastodon. The one of defeat turned and rammed his neighbor. And again two tanks explode.
  Zoya screams:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Further fire leads Augustine. She also threw a bare foot, something very lethal. And knocked out a German car in the caterpillar. And as a result, the Nazi tanks again collided.
  And the red-haired devil sang:
  We won't be slaves
  Let's throw bare feet!
  And then Svetlana charged the enemy. Yes, so accurate and precise. And also with the help of bare toes. And the fascist cars collided. And how they explode.
  And Svetlana will sing:
  - Glory to my Motherland!
  Girls fight bravely!
  Natasha again throws a grenade with her bare foot and pushes two German tanks together, exclaiming:
  - Glory to Stalin!
  Zoya also throws something deadly with her bare toes, and exclaims at the top of her lungs:
  - For holy Rus'!
  Augustina gave a grenade with her bare heel, pushed the Nazi mastodons and squeaked:
  - For new frontiers!
  Svetlana, in a wild frenzy, threw the gift of death with the bare toes of her graceful foot and hissed:
  - For a great victory!
  Girls fought with pyramidal machines, very cool. But what can be done against such large forces? And now the Nazis completely surrounded Kalinin and the warriors had to break out of the encirclement.
  The Germans captured Saratov, Kuibyshev, Tula, Penza during May, and completely surrounded Moscow, surrounding the city from all sides.
  And in June there was an assault on the capital.
  The brave four fight again, and fight desperately.
  Natasha gave a turn, threw a grenade with her bare foot and sang:
  - Glory to our world!
  Zoya also fired a burst, and again launched a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked at the top of her lungs:
  - New Stalin is my idol!
  Then Augustine fires, and also actively shoots. And with his bare toes he throws a grenade, and roars:
  - There will be new victories! New fighters will rise!
  Then Svetlana shoots, mows down opponents. And with his bare foot he throws the killer at his opponents, howling:
  - It will be our victory in the holy war!
  The four fought desperately in Moscow. But the forces are not equal. The city was literally overwhelmed by hordes, all sorts of black, yellow, brown fighters who were used like cannon fodder.
  And on July 3, Moscow finally fell ... By this moment, the Germans had taken Kazan, and Ulyanovsk, and the city of Gorki, and Ryazan, and indeed the land to the Uralsk River, and had already stormed Orenburg.
  From the east, too, there was an offensive of large forces. On July 4, 1956, Nikita Khrushchev offered to surrender to the Third Reich in exchange for guarantees of his own safety and other members of the Politburo.
  Hitler agreed to this... The war was ending after just over two months. And the balance of power from the very beginning was hopeless.
  However, the four girls did not accept defeat. Since the USSR has already been completely captured, can it be possible to take and kill Hitler?
  And on August 9, 1956, the familiar four girls, together with the boy Oleg Rybachenko, decided to attack Hitler's bunker, destroying the main criminal of all times and peoples.
  And so four girls and a boy who looked about twelve years old, very muscular, in just shorts, moved to the residence of Hitler, who had chosen it in Cyprus.
  The girl was barefoot and in a bikini, the boy was in shorts, and also barefoot. So all five were charged with magic.
  A child and four girls on the attack.
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a barefoot, childish foot pulsar, scattered the Nazis and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  Natasha released lightning from her navel, burning the Fritz, and with her bare toes launched a fireball, burning the Nazis and singing:
  - For a new Rus'!
  Zoya is on the attack too. With bare toes he throws a killer present. And exposes the chest, spewing lightning from it!
  Then she sang:
  - Yes, be famous for Rus'!
  Augustine also bared her breasts. She dropped a pulsar from her scarlet nipple. And she spewed lightning with her bare toes.
  And she sang:
  - The first falcon is Lenin, the second falcon is Stalin!
  And now Svetlana is on the attack. How to throw out a pulsar with bare toes... It will smash the fascists. And then with a scarlet nipple zipper. And he will mow down a lot of the Nazis.
  And sing:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack again. He cuts fascists with magic swords, and releases lightning with his bare fingers.
  And the boy screams:
  - The greatness of the country!
  Natasha, crushing the Nazis with swords, and throwing infernal pulsars with her bare feet, squeals:
  We are children of Satan!
  And a deadly bubble flew off the girl's bare heel. And melted everyone.
  Zoya is on the attack too. Crushes everyone with swords. And with fiery lightning from scarlet nipples waters Fritz. And with bare toes he throws hellish pulsars.
  While roaring:
  - For the true Fatherland!
  Augustine is also on the attack. And her ruby nipples work, spewing cascades of lightning. And the hands cut opponents with swords. And bare toes throw pulsars.
  Fiery beauty screams:
  - For the Black God!
  And here Svetlana is on the offensive. Also a terminator girl. Lightning and pulsars flew out of the strawberry nipples. They burned everything around the girl. The Nazis especially suffered, and the knights of the Third Reich.
  And the girl will take it and yell:
  - For the Greatest Rus'! I fight!
  A boy and four girls on the offensive.
  They move along the corridors of the bunker. They exterminate the fascists. They go to Hitler. In fact, in this world, this morel managed to live for sixty-seven years. And so the five terminators decided: enough is enough with Hitler, and they will kill him! So the girls and the boy are moving.
  Oleg cuts the Nazis with swords, and with his bare feet throws energy clots, and sings:
  - Glory to the great Rus'!
  Natasha, using the scarlet nipples of her chest, as well as chopping the Nazis with swords, and throwing pulsars with her bare toes, shouts:
  - For White Rus'!
  Zoya is on the offensive. He also cuts with swords and throws lightning at the Nazis with scarlet nipples. And he roars to himself:
  - May the White God win!
  And with bare feet, like a pulsar will launch.
  And here is Augustine on the offensive. So fierce and fast. It also pours lightning from scarlet nipples, as if from a cornucopia. And he destroys the Nazis with swords. And with bare toes something burning, as if thrown out.
  Then the redhead will sing:
  - The Black God will give victory!
  And in the offensive against the Nazis, Svetlana. He also cuts them with swords. From ruby nipples it pours lightning, and with bare feet it launches smashing pulsars.
  And screams at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to Svarog!
  The five are raging, overturning tanks, destroying Nazi bunkers and so on. Destroys opponents like locusts.
  Oleg on the offensive. The boy is slashing like swords. And with bare fingers he will throw children's legs. And the Nazis, without any problems, will lay down.
  And then sing:
  - Yes, Great Rus'! I'm with you!
  Natasha is also on the offensive. The Nazis are crushing themselves. Throws pulsars with bare feet. Scarlet nipples, lightning cascades spews.
  And sings to himself:
  - The greatness of Russia, Svarog is my messiah!
  Zoya is on the offensive. Also throws lightning. And her ruby nipples twitch like buoys of surf from the currents of energy.
  And bare toes, fiery clots of pulsars click for themselves.
  Zoya screams:
  - Glory to space Russia!
  And as a bare heel will take and succumb on a grand scale, destruction.
  And here in battle and Augustine. With bare toes, he also throws destructive and lethal weapons at the enemy. And her crimson nipples, as if from a machine gun, bring down streams of frantic energy and destruction on the enemy. Here is a redhead, how she thrashes the Nazis. Literally fall in love.
  And how he hits with his bare heel!
  And roar:
  - For the strength and wisdom of the Black Russian God1
  And then Svetlana is on the attack. Also destroys the Nazis with swords. And scarlet nipples spews presents of death. And how he will take and sing:
  - Glory to our great Rus'.
  And with his bare heel, he will hit the enemy with a pulsar. And he will take swords and cut ...
  Yes, five of Hitler's guards very famously mows down. This is really what girls need.
  And the boy with him, Oleg Rybachenko, is so cool! And the Nazis exterminate very famously.
  This is the terminator boy.
  Swords like slash. And he will take a spin, and cut off the Nazis with swords. And the pulsar will throw with bare feet.
  And roar:
  - For the greatness of Europe!
  And here Natasha is on the offensive. So furious. And also from the scarlet nipples will release pulsars. And destroys the fascists. And throws such deadly pulsars with bare feet.
  And he roars at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the Russian Gods!
  Zoya herself is on the offensive. And she killed all the Nazis with swords. And cut their skin into a drum. Or rather in a sieve. And with a bare heel, as if by the Nazis, he will succumb. And from the scarlet nipples, charge with energy flows. Well, the Nazis have to really hurt.
  And Zoya screams to herself:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  And then Augustine became even more active. She also launched pulsars with her bare toes. And from the scarlet nipples like lightning flashes. And as if from a bare heel, it will release a pulsar, burning lightning.
  And shout:
  - The grace of the Black God is with us!
  And the red-haired devil will take and slap the enemy.
  And here Svetlana is on the attack. A girl who is just a flower of bright color.
  Nazis confidently burns. And from ruby nipples sends such machine-gun bursts. That the whole universe can be set on fire. And they took it, they set fire to all the Nazis.
  Yes, Hitler will have a hard time, since such power is against him.
  But Svetlana yelled:
  - And the love of the White God is with us!
  Five moves to itself. Crushes the Nazis without any pity. And shows hellish extermination. That's who dares to stand in the way of such girls, he will die.
  Oleg on the offensive. Closer and closer the boy comes to Hitler's office. How he wildly crushes his swords. And the child's bare feet send out pulsars.
  Yes, the Nazis were not lucky, they got in touch with such dashing girls and a lad.
  Here Natasha will release such a fiery haze from her scarlet nipples. And so many fascists are burned. This is a girl, there is a genuine terminator.
  And here's how to launch a killer with bare toes at the enemy. And fuck specifically.
  After which Natasha will squeak:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Here from the strawberry nipples will give a fiery stream. And beats his opponents. And gives turn after turn. And he will take scarlet nipples and shoot at the enemy.
  And with bare toes, he will hit the enemy.
  Then he sings:
  - Glory to our Earth!
  Further in the offensive of Augustine. Also on the wild side. Pounds his opponents. And throws scarlet nipples at enemies, very burning discs. They literally burn the Nazis to ashes.
  And the warrior roars:
  - For a big win!
  But in the attack Svetlana. So fierce and aggressive. She covers the Fritz with her bare feet. And from the strawberry nipples, as it will release, something pretty deadly.
  And he will take the Nazis and burn them, then the dust.
  The girl took it and roared:
  - For strong, Russian gods!
  Five took and broke through to the Fuhrer's office. Hitler is old. Gray hair appeared, and bald spots appeared on the forehead. A short man. Fell on his knees in front of the girls and the boy.
  Natasha shoved her bare, bloody leg into his hands and shouted:
  - Kiss the dog!
  Hitler scared kissed...
  Zoya also forced the Fuhrer to kiss her bare heel. Hitler was subdued.
  Then he kissed Augustine's bare, rough soles as well. She cooed quite a bit.
  Svetlana also had to kiss her bare feet. The girls of the Fuhrer then took it by the arms and legs. And as they pulled, they were torn into four parts.
  And Hitler from a painful shock just on August 9, 1956, took and died.
  The reign of the greatest criminal of all times and peoples, who captured the whole world, has ended.
  The great and bloody dictator was succeeded by Schellenberg, who replaced Himmler. And the most capable of Hitler's sons, obtained by artificial insemination, was declared the formal heir.
  But... A struggle for power began, Schellenberg was overthrown by Mainstein and bloody showdowns began.
  
  HELL TERMINATOR CLIP
  In the spring of 1942, one of the German experts discovered that he uses a stainless steel clip on German forged documents, while Russians use only simple iron. And then he reported this to the high command.
  After that, this nuance was taken into account, and German agents began to fail much less often.
  And as a result, the Fritz revealed plans for an offensive on the flanks near Stalingrad. And the troops were regrouped. When the offensive began on November 19, the Red Army was faced with a very strong defense. Moreover, on the day of the offensive, the weather turned out to be non-flying, and this disabled aviation, and reduced the effect of artillery preparation.
  The Germans could then hold out, and the fighting lasted more than a month without much success for the Red Army.
  Africa is also a little different. Rommel received more reinforcements from Europe, and was able to mount a magnificent offensive against the American. More than one hundred and fifty thousand undertrained and inexperienced American soldiers were captured. And Rommel's troops also captured Algeria and Morocco.
  After that, the United States requested a truce with the Wehrmacht. Taking advantage of America's withdrawal from the war, the Germans further strengthened Rommel and defeated Britain in Libya and Egypt. At the same time, during the winter, the Germans repulsed the offensive of the Red Army near Leningrad, and a new attempt to attack near Stalingrad, and in the Rzhev-Sychov direction. The spring passed relatively calmly. Having not achieved success in the winter, the USSR saved up strength. And the Germans were advancing in Africa and the Middle East. Captured after the fall of Egypt, Iraq and Kuwait. Part of Syria was occupied by Türkiye. Which went to war with Britain.
  In the summer, too, there was a lull on the eastern front. The Nazis advanced in Sudan, and advanced to Iran and the Middle East. Only in August did Stalin's troops try to advance near Stalingrad. But again they got bogged down in a tough German defense.
  The Panther, which had an armor-piercing, accurate and rapid-fire cannon, proved to be especially good in defensive battles.
  The Germans spent the entire forty-third year in the east on the defensive. In the meantime, they captured Africa and after Iran entered India, uniting with the Japanese.
  In winter, the Red Army almost did not advance. Stalin probed the possibilities of peace. And the Germans digested the British colonies. Churchill fell ill, and feeling insecure, he took and concluded a truce with the Germans after the loss of the colonies. This untied the hands of the Nazis in the east.
  And in May 1944, the offensive of the Wehrmacht began, in the direction of the Caspian Sea.
  "Panthers" -2 and "Tigers" -2 took part in the battles. These machines showed their power, but the main thing is jet aircraft which was no longer equal. In particular, ME-262 and XE-162.
  Yes, and many Arabs, Africans, Indians were recruited into the infantry. Those climbed forward like cannon fodder.
  Well, what about in battle so in battle!
  The enemy, throwing corpses, broke through to the Caspian Sea, and denied the Caucasus by land. And the Turks hit from the south, and Rommel's troops.
  Full blockage...
  The Wehrmacht threw more than three hundred divisions into the offensive, mostly from foreigners. And he has made significant progress.
  Although the Red Army fought heroically.
  Especially the four girls, Natasha, Zoya, Augustine, and Svetlana.
  They especially famously threw presents of death at the enemy with their bare feet.
  But even the brave four and beautiful witches turned out to be, in general, powerless.
  The Caucasus was completely captured during the summer. During the autumn, the Fritz also captured Saratov and Kuibyshev, advancing from the south. And also Uralsk, Guryev and approached Orenburg.
  In winter they stopped. There was a temporary calm. Only in Orenburg itself there were battles. And this city became legendary again. They remembered in him the era of Emelyan Pugachev.
  The Fuhrer for some time tried to negotiate a final peace with the United States and Britain. Then they continued the war with Japan. Although without success. Samurai at sea won several victories.
  In the spring of 1945, on April 20, Operation "Kremlin" began, with an attack on Moscow.
  The fighting turned out to be very fierce. The Germans were drawn into bloody battles. Soviet troops fought heroically. Nevertheless, after three months of stubborn battles, using jet aircraft, the latest E-series tanks, the Germans surrounded Moscow. In other directions, they managed to take Tambov, Penza, Ulyanovsk, to advance towards Ufa.
  In August, Ryazan fell, and the gap with Moscow widened even more.
  Stalin offered peace on any terms. The Fuhrer ignored this. But Moscow held out until December, when, in the end, it was taken.
  Fritz also captured both Gorky and Kazan by the end of the year.
  After the winter break in May 1946, the Fritz moved to the Urals. The battles were already in full swing not so intensively. Many generals betrayed and surrendered without a fight. Yes, and Stalin himself suffered a stroke, and was not so combat-ready.
  After the capture of Sverdlovsk, the government of the USSR moved to Novosibirsk.
  But the Wehrmacht army followed on their heels.
  Cities were captured throughout the year. After taking Novosibirsk by storm, Stalin agreed to surrender in exchange for personal safety.
  And soon concluded a peace agreement between Japan and the United States. Britain and America, in the end, recognized all the gains of the Wehrmacht.
  Hitler, having captured a lot of territories, created his own colonial empire, along with the Japanese.
  But he didn't have long to barge. On April 20, 1957, the witch girls decided to carry out an operation against the Fuhrer. In the residence of an already middle-aged dictator, four witches attacked.
  Warriors, in a bikini, holding magic swords in their hands, and throwing lightning and pulsars with their bare feet.
  Natashka ran a windmill, cutting through the Nazis and threw a clot of energy with her fingers of her bare foot, shouting:
  - Glory to the Motherland!
  Zoya slashed with magical swords. She ripped open the bellies of the Nazis and chirped:
  - For new frontiers!
  And with bare toes how to release a pulsar.
  Then in the attack of Augustine. He also runs a mill with magic swords. Then he throws something lethal with his bare feet.
  Then the red harpy says:
  - For the Black God!
  Next in the attack is Svetlana. It also cuts with swords, and releases lightning with bare toes, cutting through the Nazis.
  Then Natasha on the offensive, cutting down Hitler's bodyguards, and shouting:
  - And I'm a cue, I'll chop all the Nazis!
  And with bare feet like a pulsar girl, and she will throw.
  And here is Zoya in the attack. Swords like spinning, and cut the meat. And with bare toes he will release lightning.
  Then it will yell:
  - I have a super girl!
  Further in the offensive of Augustine. It also spins ... And he dropped a couple of lightning bolts from his chest. And with bare feet the pulsar will throw, and yell:
  - I'm a super warrior!
  And her red hair flutters like a proletarian banner.
  And here Svetlana is on the attack.
  Her swords spin, and her bare feet scatter clots of energy, and lightning will fly out of her navel.
  The girl will sing:
  - We will chop the dragon and kill the Fuhrer!
  Natasha also swings her swords in the offensive, and cuts down the Nazis. And her bare feet throw deadly projectiles.
  And the coffin drives in the Nazi guards.
  And the girl sings to herself:
  - I'm an annihilator fighter,
  And the great terminator...
  Decomposed the atom at once,
  And head against the wall!
  Zoya on the offensive, took it and threw it with her bare toes, something that blows the roof.
  And how to sing:
  - Glory to space distances!
  And again, her swords ripped the enemies into small fragments, and pieces of torn meat.
  And here in the movement of Augustine. How she thrashes the Nazis. And pieces of bloody meat fly in all directions.
  And the girl with her bare foot will also give in to the pulsar, and bark:
  - I'm a great beauty! Which everyone loves!
  And here Svetlana is on the move. It will also release lightning from the navel. And with a bare foot, the pulsar will drop on the Nazis. And her swords, well, just executioners.
  Then the girl chirps:
  - Glory to the Motherland!
  Natasha is in a wild frenzy. Attacks the Fritz. Shreds them, and throws fiery bubbles with bare heels.
  And sings to himself:
  - Glory to our house!
  And she also dropped a clot of energy from her navel.
  Zoya runs a windmill with swords. Cuts down a bunch of fascists. And then, as with bare toes, it will throw at the enemy. And scatter the adversaries in all directions.
  Then he sings:
  - Glory to the Russian tsars!
  Here is Augustine in a tough attack. Cuts down opponents. And now her bare foot will throw lightning ... And a pulsar will fly out of her bare navel. And scatters in the direction of Hitler's bodyguards.
  Then the red-haired girl sang:
  - Do not wait for mercy from me!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive... Chopping opponents, crushing them. Throws lightning bolts from the navel. And with bare toes, as if sparkling, whole cascades of energy flows.
  And sing to himself:
  - I'm very grateful
  I'm cooler than a monkey!
  Natasha is also on the offensive ... How she cuts with swords. And with bare feet, the murderous will launch. And here is a lightning flight from the navel.
  Then the girl growls:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland!
  Next comes Zoya. It also destroys enemies. Lightning from behind the mouth spews. He throws clots of energy with his navel. And he roars to himself:
  - I'm a throwing champion!
  And bare feet like spinning.
  Further Augustine on the offensive. He slashes the Nazis with swords, and cuts them into small lettuce. And with bare feet, like a pulsar, he will throw. And even two lightning bolts from the navel ... And a dozen fascists are fried on the spot!
  The Warrior will sing:
  - In the name of Mother Mother!
  And again, bare feet like a pulsar hammering!
  And then in the offensive Svetlana. This is the kind of girl that couldn't be cooler. This warrior will take it and throw lightning with her bare feet. And bubbles of annihilation will fly out of the navel. And this is how the warrior will yell:
  - It dawned on me that the woodpecker has a chisel!
  Natasha is on the move. Scrolled and a dozen fascists cut off. And the girl, still with her bare toes, released the annihilation product. From the navel a cascade of lightning, and sang:
  - Eternal my, the biggest king in the world!
  And a pulsar flew from the girl's bare heel.
  Zoya kept moving. She took it with her swords and slashed. Enemies crushed, winked sapphire eyes. And from the navel a pillar of energy. And barefoot pulsars of destruction.
  And how to sing:
  - I'll be a champion!
  And then in the movement of Augustine ... Her swords, like the blades of mills. He cuts himself without hesitation. And from the navel arrows sharp from magical fire fly. And the girl's bare feet give out such gifts of annihilation.
  And the redhead herself roars:
  - Big championship!
  Svetlana is also not a gift. She took it and with her bare feet threw the fragments of a broken glass. And two dozen fascists lay down dead. And how from the navel it will give a whole line. And it will mow down, without problems, all the Nazis.
  And with a wink, he remarks:
  - I'm a big dream!
  Natasha will spin the triple windmill with magic swords. He will take and throw presents with bare fingers. And with his bare heel, the fiery one will give a few bubbles ...
  And from the navel a whole cascade of lightning.
  Then he sings:
  - Laser sword,
  Wants to cut enemies!
  Zoya is on the offensive. And her swords are real diamond drills. And crush the Fritz, like a shell of a hundred pounds. But when the girls took the bare feet and threw something bloody.
  And then it took and broke.
  Zoya bellowed:
  We are the new champions!
  And here is Augustine in motion. How she cuts enemies. And the swing of her swords cuts everyone.
  And with bare feet, all sorts of presents of death fly out.
  And Augustine sang:
  - My holy lightning!
  And fire comes out of her mouth!
  And here Svetlana is on the move. The same as from the navel released a present of murderous power.
  Then the girl sang:
  - I am the absolute champion!
  And she took her bare feet and sent a pulsar. And the fire of hell flew out of her throat. And now the bare heel succumbed to bubbles.
  And from the navel, a deadly and murderous lightning flies.
  Natasha also used swords. Chopped up a lot of fascists. And how it will be released from the navel with lightning. And smash the Fuhrer's bodyguards into small pieces.
  After that he will sing:
  - For the Fatherland and Freedom to the end!
  And with bare toes, something completely deadly will be released.
  Zoya, attacking the enemies, and baring her teeth, roared:
  - Wild Crew! Smash the enemy!
  And he will also throw it out with bare feet. And from the navel such deadly queues went.
  The girl yelled:
  - Big shame!
  And then Augustine moved. She also flashed emerald eyes. And she threw out a bunch of lightning bolts from her navel. And with bare toes she launched at the enemy.
  And she lashed with swords, yelling:
  - I am above all world champions!
  And then in the attack Svetlana. So everyone threshes and cuts. And she is such a cool and frisky girl. Also from the navel, literally, a machine-gun burst flies. And he knocks down a lot of fascists. And bare feet spew such bundles of energy in streams.
  The warrior sang:
  - The goal is close!
  And gathering strength for the throw!
  Yes, finally, the four burst into Hitler's office. Killed all his guards. And the fascist number one was pulled out from under the bed.
  Hitler gurgled:
  - I will give Poland!
  Natasha sarcastically asked:
  - Or maybe the Caucasus?
  The Fuhrer roared:
  - Yes, at least two Caucasus, just do not kill!
  The girls answered in unison:
  - Kiss our feet!
  Hitler, groaning, he had just turned sixty-eight years old, crawled on his knees, and kissed, barefoot, round heels of girls. They smiled and laughed.
  The Fuhrer kissed each dusty and bloody sole of the girl three times.
  After that, Natasha took Hitler with her bare toes by the right hand, Zoya by the left, also with a bare foot. Augustina and Svetlana took the Fuhrer with their bare toes by the ankles.
  After that, the girls will pull the greatest criminal of all times and peoples in all directions, and take it, tear it to pieces.
  Both Hitler's arms and legs were torn off, and from the shock of pain, the dragon ruler died on the spot.
  That revenge found the killer and the greatest executioner in the history of the world.
  Here the fairy tale ends, although on this planet it has become a nightmare reality, and whoever listened was done!
  
  
  WITCHES AGAINST HITLER
  In the forty-first year, Hitler, after the capture of the island of Crete, changed his mind about going to the USSR. The fact that Stalin did not attack Germany during the attack on Yugoslavia convinced the Fuhrer that there were no plans to run into him from the east.
  In addition, forebodings suggested that there would be no easy victory in the east, and it was better not to go there.
  The Fritz strengthened Rommel's grouping, and were able to persuade Turkey to let the troops into the Middle East. The British were utterly defeated in Egypt, and driven out of Iraq and the Middle East. Soon, Franco agreed to the capture of Gibraltar.
  After that, the Germans could already transfer troops to Africa without any problems, and further to the Middle East.
  Pal India. And after that, without unnecessary problems, in just six months, the Black Continent was captured. And the culmination was the offensive against Britain and the landing of troops in the mother country in November 1942.
  In two weeks England fell. And the Fritz finally entrenched themselves in the eastern hemisphere.
  But the war with the United States was still going on. And it dragged on because of the remoteness of the ocean, and the difficulties in the transfer of troops.
  Relying on the resources of Africa, a significant part of Asia and Australia, the Germans are building a large navy. Together with Japan, they are also waging a submarine war.
  The forty-third and forty-fourth years passed in battles at sea. Iceland and Greenland were captured. And in the forty-fifth, already having tanks of the "E" series, the Germans landed in Canada and concentrated their forces in Argentina.
  Such were their plans. Although the protracted communication made it difficult to attack the United States.
  But by September, most of Canada was overrun.
  Both German and Japanese troops entered the northern regions of the United States.
  But then the Fritz was met by four girls.
  Monica, Leia, Gertrude and Angelina.
  Four beauties entered the battle. Monica, Leah, Gertrude are blondes, and Angelina is red.
  And let the girls destroy the huge army of the Third Reich.
  They are firing machine guns.
  Here Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and sings:
  - Glory to my strength! Everyone's been mowed down!
  Leia gives the turn. It also mows down enemies in a burst, and squeaks at the top of its lungs:
  - My army is strong!
  And with his bare foot he throws a present of death.
  The fiery or red-haired Angelina launches a gift of death with her bare toes and squeaks:
  - My victory!
  And also gives a queue!
  Further, Gertrude is already hammering the gift of death with her bare foot, and how deafeningly howls:
  - I'm a champion!
  And will launch a killer line again.
  Monica shoots at the fascist horde again and sings:
  - Glory to my world!
  And with bare toes he throws a murderous present of death, smashes opponents.
  Leads the fire and Leia. She is a very smart girl. And bare feet at the enemy like throwing grenades.
  And the girl roars:
  - I'm a US hyper warrior!
  Then Angelina shoots. It does this very neatly. And a deadly gift flies from her bare toes.
  And the beautiful girl roars:
  - I will be the absolute champion of the world!
  And how the warrior will show her long tongue!
  And then Gertrude tried. And also how the queue will give. And then, with bare toes, he will throw a present of death.
  And scatter all opponents into scraps of meat.
  So the four girls are actively working. Pressure, the enemy army is clearly running out.
  Although no, formidable tanks appear, the E series. Well, the girls are waiting for them.
  Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeaks:
  - We will fight in space!
  And from her bare heel, the gift of death bounced off the E-50 caterpillar. This vehicle was damaged and stopped.
  Warrior yells:
  - Super!
  Next Leia in battle. Also with a bare foot, as he throws a present of death. Shatters the enemy. And the tank got tight.
  And the warrior roars:
  - I'm a girl in a bikini!
  Next up is Angelina. He also throws a grenade at the E-75 with his bare foot, and the German vampire has a hard time.
  And the warrior screeches:
  - I am the one that will show super class!
  And Gertrude fights. Also a warrior who does not know pity and doubt.
  The beauty took it and squeaked:
  - Big regatta!
  And a deadly grenade flew from a bare foot.
  Monica shoots again and squeaks:
  - Aerobatics, and the crew!
  Her bare limb will also take and the stream of death will throw. And destroy all enemies.
  After which the warrior vyaknet:
  - I'm a super girl!
  And Leia is a real hero in battle. And hitting the enemies. And with his bare foot he will throw a grenade, and he will take a mass of enemies and tear them apart. And after yelling:
  - I am that girl that Superman!
  And in battle, Angelina, also throwing a gift of death with her bare foot. The enemy will be torn apart and sung:
  - Hell I'm a demon!
  And blast at the enemy in a burst.
  And here is Gertrude in the cue ball. He shoots himself without any ceremony or prejudice. And he will take it, with his bare toes, he will launch a present of annihilation, and shred the enemies. Is this very combative?
  The four girls fought like knights or angels. But everything has a limit. And so the warriors retreated ...
  Autumn and winter of the forty-fifth year, passed in stubborn battles. The forces were unequal. The Germans have tanks of the E series too much stronger than the Shermans and even the small Pershings. And jet aviation has no equal at all. And even disk planes began to appear, completely invulnerable to any small arms.
  So the US is gradually being captured by all sorts of foreign divisions of the Third Reich.
  Most of America is captured during the autumn and winter. Plus, the uprisings in the south of the United States, and the betrayal of generals with German roots. As well as the undoubted superiority of new machine guns, and even underground tanks of the Wehrmacht.
  And in the spring of April 1946, after the horde of the Third Reich surrounded and took Washington and New York, the United States capitulated.
  Thus another page of the war was turned.
  But in 1947, another battle began in May, this time with Japan.
  And the campaign against the USSR was again postponed.
  And now four girls from the USA did not give up and are again fighting the enemy.
  Summer forty-seven and heat, warriors in bikinis. And they fight themselves.
  Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeaks:
  - I am a terminator!
  And gives a turn.
  Leia also shoots, and does very well. And again, her bare feet are throwing something. And they exterminate.
  And the girl screams:
  - Combat aerobatics!
  Further, Angelina is firing. Crushes opponents. Kicks them out in droves. And her bare toes again throw something brutally murderous.
  Warrior yells:
  - I'm a steel claw!
  And Gertrude shoots herself and mows down the enemies. After that, with a bare foot, he will throw a present of death and mutter:
  - Military theme, and mathematics!
  And again, how he will take everyone and mow down to insanity!
  Yes, the four fight. But the forces are not equal. The new tanks of the E-50 U series, with a denser layout, less than two meters in height, and 170 side armor, 250 mm forehead, and a weight of sixty-five tons with an engine of 1800 horsepower.
  Do not resist such a Japanese. As well as against the ME-462, which, without any ceremony, destroys all enemy aircraft like koloboks.
  And against, also flying discs. And they break everything.
  In short, in six months Japan was completely defeated and all her colonies were captured.
  And what happened. The Fuhrer soon conquered all the countries of the world except the USSR.
  So far everything has been more or less peaceful. But then Stalin died, and Nikita Khrushchev seized power. And again complicated relations with the Third Reich.
  Not to mention that the USSR was developing nuclear weapons. And also the twentieth congress was held, which condemned the previous policy.
  And on June 22, 1956, the Third Reich, on the orders of the already middle-aged, but very aggressive Hitler, launched an invasion. His horde was counting on a quick victory, but he was in for an unexpected surprise!
  Not only four American girls, but also four Russian beauties and witches went into battle with the hordes of the Wehrmacht. And a whole group of girls in different branches of the army, and also all witches!
  
  NAPOLEON ALEXANDER I'S SON-LAW
  Napoleon did not go to Russia, and generally married the younger sister of Alexander the First. This led to some changes in history.
  Firstly, tsarist Russia fought against Austria and captured Galicia. Secondly, France organized Italy, and put there the son of Napoleon and the Russian princess.
  And then Russia and France conquered and divided Turkey.
  Further, by joint efforts, Britain was conquered. The Spanish colonies finally became French, as did much of Africa. And then India and Iran were occupied!
  After the death of Alexander the First, and the abdication of Constantine, a coup took place, and the fourteen-year-old Roman Caesar Napoleon II was elevated to the Russian throne. And after the death of Napoleon in 1836, Napoleon II became the ruler of France and all of Europe and many colonies.
  A single super-empire arose which continued to expand. Napoleon II later conquered China and Indochina and all of Africa. And Australia and Canada. And he died in 1879 at the age of almost sixty-eight.
  Then the throne was succeeded by Napoleon III. He also wanted to fight. But all over the world, only the territory of the United States remained unconquered from France!
  And Napoleon the Third in 1890 started the war with America. The last country that was not a French possession.
  And a huge army of five million soldiers from all over the world entered the territory of the United States.
  The forces would be unequal. But the Americans fought against Napoleon III very heroically.
  Especially the four girls: Monica, Leia, Gertrude, Anna! And they fought like cobras and heroines.
  Monika hacked with swords, and with bare metal toes sharp discs. And punched opponents.
  And the warrior sang:
  - Glory to America!
  Leia also cut herself with a foreign army with swords, and hissed aggressively:
  - Glory to the best country in the world!
  And also with bare feet launched a murderous one.
  Gertrude fought with a huge army, and also with bare feet, threw very sharp needles, and hit the enemies.
  At the same time, the girl squeaked:
  - I am a fighter of such a class, which is super!
  Anna also fought, throwing murderous presents with her bare feet.
  And screamed:
  - Achievements have us big!
  But no matter how they fought, and even very heroically, this four, but the superior forces of the French nevertheless defeated them.
  The girls were taken prisoner. There they were stripped and brutally tortured. They twisted their arms on the rack, beat them with a whip and red-hot wire. Bare soles were burned with fire, red-hot iron was applied to bare heels. But the girls never recognized the new dominion of Napoleon III.
  After which they were sent to work, almost naked in the quarries. And America became a new French province.
  When Napoleon III died in 1903 at the age of sixty-eight, Napoleon IV became Emperor. His arrival marked a new reign. Strengthening the role of parliament, and reducing the influence of the nobility. Gradually the world empire became more democratic.
  And in 1917, the first man flew into space. Thus opened the era of astronautics.
  In 1922, people flew to the moon. And 1933 to Mars. And by 1950 they had visited all the planets of the solar system. But in 2000, the first flight to the stars began, a whole space expedition. Here is such an AI just because of one marriage of Napoleon Bonaparte with a Russian princess.
  How the fate of all mankind depends on the slightest chance.
  
  FALLS AGAINST CHINA
  ANNOTATION
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova moved to Siberia in the seventeenth century, where they went to war with the Chinese Empire under the control of the Manchu dynasty. Immortal hitmen change the course of history, not only in China.
  The war is raging like a hurricane
  A boy is fighting with a large army ...
  We cut through the furious fog
  Although it is sometimes even too hard!
  
  The enemy is very mad strong,
  A continuous avalanche is coming ...
  Under the rustle of bright scarlet rushing banners,
  But we will get, I believe, a battle in May!
  
  Don't think we can be conquered
  We are great warriors from God...
  And it will not be interrupted, I know the thread of life,
  Although sometimes it can be very strict!
  
  Know the greatness of Russia in that
  That the Motherland is more precious than anything ...
  And there will be a very strong Russian house,
  And move the fascist vile in the face!
  
  Do not believe, do not break the Horde Rus',
  Which does not kneel ...
  Fight without restraint, do not be afraid,
  In the name of new Genus generations!
  
  For the house of Russia, for its haystacks,
  We will fight very fiercely...
  An endless dream come true
  You are not a warrior with the soul of a buffoon!
  
  Here you swear an oath to the Fatherland,
  Become a warrior of the great Svarog...
  No, do not build happiness on blood,
  When there is no God in the heart of Jesus!
  
  We can achieve new ways,
  The greatness of the country that flourishes ...
  And kill the goggle-eyed monster,
  So that the planet becomes, soon a paradise!
  . CHAPTER #1
  A boy and a girl, as well as four witch girls, ended up in southern Siberia and repelled the onslaught of the Chinese. It was a little-known war, when the Manchus were in power in China, who were actively expanding in different regions of Asia.
  And so they attacked the Russians in the Tibet region. And the real story, they managed to take away part of the territory. Moreover, Russia at that moment was weakened by the peasant woman and the Cossack war of Stenka Razin. Yes, and the troops would have to be transferred over very long distances.
  But the immortal boy and girl, and four terminator girls came to the aid of the Russian fort.
  A huge Chinese army stormed the newly built Russian fortress. And the forces were clearly unequal.
  There are only a thousand Russians, and two hundred thousand Chinese. And there seemed to be no chance at all.
  But the six class warriors are super ready to fight.
  Oleg Rybachenko on the wall. An immortal boy, looking about twelve years old, throws needles with his bare toes. And strikes the advancing Chinese. Dozen at once.
  Throws needles and Margarita with bare fingers. The girl destroys opponents and squeaks:
  - My great strength!
  And he fights bravely.
  Natasha also throws a powerful boomerang with her bare toes. How to crush opponents and squeak:
  - In the name of great glory!
  Then Zoya cuts the Chinese with swords, and at the same time throws needles with poison with her bare feet. And sings to himself:
  - In the vastness of Rus',
  We can save everyone!
  And again the swords fall on the opponents. And if they chop, then without any pity.
  But when Aurora began to destroy, and throw boomerangs with her bare toes, then this is completely destruction. And the slain Chinese fall under the blows of the red devil.
  And the girl roars:
  - I will crush and tear everything!
  And how he will take and cut with both swords!
  And from her bare heel a sharp and piercing disk flies. This is generally a girl of total death.
  And here is Svetlana in the decisive battle. How let's torment the Chinese, and cut them into small pieces with swords.
  The girl scrolled the butterfly, and seven warriors of the Celestial Empire were hacked to death.
  And then sharp, poisonous needles fly from bare toes. And amaze the Chinese.
  Oleg Rybachenko fights with yellow warriors. His swords flicker like a propeller.
  The boy sings with gusto:
  - I will be the strongest world champion,
  We will defeat America, China!
  And again the boy throws sharp games with his bare fingers of children's legs. And two dozen killed Chinese fall at once.
  Here is such a battle. In real history, tsarist Russia of pre-Petrine times lost part of its territory. But here the Russian knights are fighting and are not going to give in.
  Oleg Rybachenko fights and sings:
  - But we are knights full of the Russian spirit,
  The executioners will never hear our stifled groan!
  And again the boy throws very sharp, and with strong poison, boiled by witches, very thin needles!
  The girl Margarita is next to him. And also her legs throw such deadly needles. And the hands cut the attacking Chinese. The warrior destroys the adversaries, and sings:
  - I'm so cool, like a demon of all countries ...
  Dima, Dima, Bilan! Dima, Dima Bilan!
  Ruler of all countries!
  Natasha also cuts down the Chinese and sings:
  - In the evening dawn, we will not let Satan win!
  And deadly needles also fly from her bare feet.
  Next, Zoya destroys the enemies. And from this girl, vibes of colossal energy seem to emanate.
  And boomerangs and sharp needles fly from the beauty's bare feet.
  Warriors squeak:
  - I'm a big barefoot dream and beauty!
  And again, he will throw something extremely deadly at his opponents.
  But when Aurora runs a mill and cuts down the Chinese, then this is the acme of annihilation.
  And then the redhead will throw piercing needles with her bare toes. And the dead yellow warriors fall.
  But when Svetlana lupanet. And at the same time, a whole bunch of needles fly from her bare legs, which pierce and kill everything.
  And the warriors squeak:
  - So, so, so - get a fascist in a penny!
  And her bare feet will again be thrown deadly at the Chinese.
  Natasha, chopping yellow warriors with swords, remarked:
  - It was easier and harder with the Nazis!
  Svetlana, after passing the mill, remarked:
  - And it's always easy with us girls!
  Aurora, reproduced the reception of the fan, and grunted:
  - You won't get bored with me at all!
  And a deadly sting flies from her bare feet.
  And Zoya will take it and squeak:
  - We are not cockroaches, we are girls - of great glory!
  And again something will fly out from her bare feet, and it will hit the enemy.
  The girls took the job to heart.
  This fortress is almost the only Russian stronghold in the area. There are a couple more cities under construction. It"s good that the Chinese didn"t poke their head over the Amur. But Russia in real history has lost a piece of its territory. A very aggressive dynasty in power in China. However, girls are what is capable of putting Lucifer's regiments to flight.
  Oleg Rybachenko cuts the Chinese. And while the boy sings:
  - The highest class will be ...
  And then a boomerang thrown by the boy"s bare foot flies and a cry:
  - The porcupine will cut everyone!
  Margarita also threw at the enemy what is a murder. She crushed it into pieces, and squeaked:
  - I am a barefoot dream and a great beauty!
  And her foot will throw wild discs.
  Next in the battle is Natasha. And it also throws at the enemy what splits the opponents.
  And he does it very cleverly.
  And her bare feet are throwing regular, deadly needles.
  Next, Zoya in battle. And he also throws at the enemy, all sorts of swastikas and boomerangs.
  And mows down the enemy.
  Then, as it passes:
  - Glory to the good king!
  But in battle and Aurora. It also destroys enemies from China. And if it throws, it will throw with lethal force.
  And while singing:
  - Yes, in the name of the Russian Land!
  And, too, deadly charges fly from her bare feet.
  Svetlana also does not let the enemy down. And from her bare feet flies something that brings obvious death.
  And the warrior sings:
  - We will never give up! Trouble will not come to Rus'!
  And again, the Chinese will be hurt. And he will take it without ceremony and chop it.
  Six warriors and warriors hit hard. And cuts the enemy, and throws bare feet.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Chinese, sang:
  - Star fighter, your horn blows in vain -
  Your land is far away in dubious glory...
  The flame of battle trembles between the lines -
  In a one-sided game without rules!
  And another boomerang flies with the boy's bare feet, which cut the throats of a dozen Chinese.
  The boy, as we see, is a fighter.
  And Margarita is also in battle. And so her bare feet work. She exterminates enemies without any doubt extremely cool.
  And her swords are like executioners.
  The warrior squeaks:
  - Let there be glory!
  Natasha also fires with her bare feet, and throws the deadly. And at the same time he actively cuts with swords.
  Beeps at the same time:
  - My entourage is a state-owned crew!
  Next in the fight is Zoya. Also a devil of the highest level of annihilation. How to hold a butterfly with swords. And then he will take and throw striking elements with bare feet.
  After which it passes:
  - The army rejoices - advancing!
  And a whole line of beveled Chinese falls.
  The girl sings to herself:
  - Zoya loves to kill! Ah, that Zoya!
  And here is Aurora in a swift offensive. Or rather aggressive defense. And with the help of bare feet knocks out enemies.
  And at the same time it squeaks. And when her sabers pass like the blades of a cultivator, then three dozen Chinese will be torn to pieces!
  And Aurora squeals:
  - Harmonious chords, the flag of Russia is very proud!
  And now her bare heel will fit the Chinese general in the chin. He will take and fall.
  Zoya is aggressive in combat. He cuts his enemies, and squeals:
  - We will doubt and kill everyone!
  And from bare feet such daggers fly.
  Svetlana also does not let anyone down. And destroys enemies, as if a scythe cuts grass. The Chinese are failing.
  The girl screams:
  - Crazy Needle! Get out of the yard!
  Oleg Rybachenko cuts down a bunch of yellow warriors with swords. And then with bare feet he will throw an asterisk and yell:
  - My army is the strongest!
  The terminator boy, as you can see, is at the very peak of the destruction of enemies. And he does it with great passion.
  And from his bare toes, another gift of death flies off. And how it fills up the Chinese climbing the wall.
  Yellow warriors are fanatics. They have already piled up whole mounds of corpses. And they keep climbing and climbing and climbing!
  But the boy and girl are just the embodiment of deadly power. And when they cut, the splashes of blood fly in all directions and very far.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Heroism is a feat glorified,
  We are the conquerors of the planets!
  Margarita, this restless girl sang:
  We won't stop for a moment.
  Someone's muffled scream is heard!
  And also from the girl's bare feet, destructive and murderous needles fly. Striking the Chinese like sheaves of wheat. Yes, the girl Margarita is a real terminator.
  Natasha, cutting down the Chinese, sang:
  - And the girl thought, crushing yellow,
  That life is good, and that life is good!
  Then again needles fly from her bare feet.
  Zoya passed the windmill with her sabers and squeaked:
  - I will kill all the enemies, and believe me, I'm not kidding!
  And the legs of the warrior launched several stars.
  And the beauty sang:
  - A military act - I hit a nickel!
  Aurora, cutting without unnecessary emotions, issued:
  - Great success awaits us! Trust me, it doesn't get any better!
  And also like bare feet, what kills will launch.
  Then it will squeak:
  - I'm a bloody cobra!
  Svetlana gives no mercy to the Chinese. And it exterminates like it's ants. And at the same time he sings:
  - There will be no way for garbage,
  Take your feet away soon!
  And now, from her bare toes, murderous presents fly again. This is the coolest lady!
  And also roars:
  - There will be our victory, in a holy war!
  Oleg Rybachenko is becoming more and more active. And he cuts with both hands, and even took a pipe in his mouth and spits on the Chinese with needles. Destroys opponents and squeaks to himself:
  - This is our victory -
  Full turn and go!
  And again, the terminator boy is slashing like crazy. And at the same time throw that which kills without pity.
  Margarita is also in the fight. Desperate girl. And if he launches a boomerang with his bare foot, then this is no less than a dozen cut down Chinese.
  Then the girl will sing:
  - Oh, I have a big helicopter,
  Well, my heart sings with happiness!
  And a deadly star flies from the girl's bare heel. Yes, this is the beauty of the highest aerobatics. And death sows right and left.
  Natasha also exterminates the Chinese in every way.
  And while he sings:
  - Squeak, squeak, squeak ...
  Oliver found Twist!
  And a deadly present flies from her bare foot.
  So Zoya pulled herself up ... She took it and spat at the enemy from the straw. Then she chopped the mill with swords. Then her bare feet took and launched a hellish present of death.
  And the Chinese fell. Like they were licked by a flamethrower.
  And here in battle and Aurora. Also a fast girl. And red death, and an infernal burning ray. And he will take it, he will cut it.
  No, nothing will stop it.
  Even the Maus tank.
  Here is Aurora and nails the Chinese. Which is extremely cool and with crazy symbols and a sword.
  And the swords of the red harpy will not stop, not for a moment.
  At the same time, Aurora squeaks:
  - My homeland is the homeland of communism!
  And also from her bare feet, like a flight of something extremely lethal.
  And again the girl is in the air.
  And then Aurora remembered how she really fought with the Mouse, in one of the alternative stories. Then the Allies concluded a truce with the Third Reich, and taking advantage of the lack of bombing, the Germans launched the Mouse into production.
  Yes, these tanks really pearled like animals. And their progress was terrible.
  But not for terminator girls. They fought the Nazis in cold blood and swiftly at the same time.
  And they showed Kuzma's mother! And the warriors fought bravely.
  And now the red-haired Aurora is cutting with swords. And mow down the enemies, like a cultivator.
  Then it will squeak:
  - I'm killing it!
  Svetlana, too, is not shy in battle. The Chinese are being exterminated. And at the same time, with bare feet, what sows death, throws.
  And at the same time he screams:
  - Space bravado -
  There will be a big serenade!
  And wink at the enemies!
  Then he will spit out of the tube!
  And then Oleg Rybachenko will disperse. And let's not only throw needles at the Chinese, but also throw boomerangs with our feet.
  Such is the swift terminator boy caught.
  And at the same time he sings:
  - Enemies will not stop us,
  If the weak help!
  And don't run, don't run...
  If not forward!
  And Oleg will whistle.
  And Margarita took it and with her bare toes threw the destructive and mortally murderous. And at the same time she sang:
  - This will be the message of the cobra!
  And the girl winks and squeaks!
  Natasha is also not a miss in battle. She took it and with her bare fingers threw a sharp swastika. She punched through a lot of Chinese and squeaked:
  - For my Motherland!
  And then there's Zoya in battle. And he also throws charges at enemies with bare feet.
  And squeaks with a grin of teeth:
  - I'm such a warrior, really a terminator!
  After that, the girl thrashes with swords. And scream at the top of his lungs.
  - Banzai!
  The girl, as you can see, will not stop fighting. And he will cut without unnecessary antimony.
  Aurora, too, will take up extermination. The Chinese are crushing themselves, without any sarcasm. And the yellow warriors fall, as if they were torn in half.
  And the red-haired girl screams:
  - The flame of communism over the world!
  And again he will take and cut with two swords. And then spit out of the tube. And plant it on the enemy.
  Yes, Aurora is beauty and perfection itself.
  Although Svetlana is no worse. And she also arranged for the Chinese to be beaten and killed in kind.
  And her bare feet throw presents of destruction at the yellow warriors. Yes, they do it all on a high wave.
  Svetlana screams:
  - The fight will be bloody, holy and right!
  And from her bare foot again something lethal broke. And how he will take and hit the Chinese!
  This is where the girls really fell apart. And they don't give a drop. Here are the women - all the women women!
  Oleg Rybachenko in dashing onslaught. They have already killed many thousands of Chinese. The onslaught of the warriors of this yellow empire has weakened.
  Oleg squeaked:
  - The highest measure of victory!
  Margarita took it and with her bare fingers threw the deadly, and that which was sharper than a razor.
  Then the girl sang:
  - We challenge the storms,
  Why and why?
  Living in the world without surprises -
  Impossible for anyone!
  Margarita spat out a whole line of pipes at the Chinese and continued:
  - May good luck - failures,
  And jump up and down!
  Only in this way, and not otherwise -
  Only in this way, and not otherwise ...
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  And only up - not a millimeter down!
  The girl showed quite a fighting mood.
  Natasha is also at the very epicenter of the battle. Like a volcano erupting. And throws needles with bare fingers. Strikes opponents. And leaves them dead.
  Then the girl sang with a grin of her teeth:
  - We are such terminators, like dream robots, and great beauty!
  And here is the girl as she slashes backhand with swords. And cut down a lot of people.
  Zoya is also in the thick of the fight. He fights for himself and bares his teeth and roars:
  - No one will stop us!
  And from her bare foot a disk swept through the Chinese. Which cut a lot of throats. And the armies of the heavenly empire choked.
  And the girls are pushing more and more.
  Here is how Aurora will launch something that cuts metal. He will cut down a mass of heads that have formed into mounds. And it will jump, fly up, and take it, roar:
  - My name is my fist!
  And again he waved two sabers, and the Chinese released the guts. But at the same time, don't be a bit embarrassed.
  And her bare feet launch deadly boomerangs. Which heads are mowed in ranks.
  Then the red-haired warrior squeals:
  - We will not be in the cable!
  Let there be happiness on Earth!
  And he will take more from the pipe with his scarlet mouth and spit. And the warriors of the celestial empire will collapse, like coolies with flour.
  So Svetlana showed in battle ..
  She knocked over the opponents of boiling water. And those scalded ones will take it and yell very wildly.
  Svetlana squeaks:
  - My kill!
  And with his bare foot he will throw a couple of boomerangs. Will cut a lot of Chinese.
  And squeezes out a lot of corpses.
  That's how hitters work.
  And they cut down the empire of China for themselves, without further ado. No, they even have a special tact.
  Already the number of Chinese killed is in the tens of thousands. And the girls just have fun and jump like balls.
  Oleg Rybachenko also shows the coolest of all aerobatics that you can imagine.
  And the boy cuts with two swords so that the arms and legs and heads fly in all directions.
  Oleg screams:
  - It will, I believe our decisive victory!
  Margarita with her bare foot, throwing the destructive, confirmed:
  - Yes, it will!
  And the whole six began to chop even more actively.
  . CHAPTER #2
  After almost the entire Chinese army of two hundred thousand was destroyed, the six warriors moved further into the depths of the Celestial Empire. To prevent the Chinese from returning to the Russian cities in Siberia again.
  Here the warriors attacked the yellow warriors in the nearest large city.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the yellow fighters, and waving both swords, yelled:
  - In and Russian tsars!
  And sharp needles flew from his bare feet. They hit the Chinese fighters.
  Margarita, chopping the yellow warriors with her swords, took it and sang:
  - Now we're making history!
  And needles flew from her bare feet into the yellow warriors.
  Next is Natasha in battle. He also throws presents of death and squeals:
  - The future is ours! Glory to Great Russia!
  And her bare, chiseled leg will throw this out with terrible force. And cut the Chinese into a bloody mess.
  Zoya also cuts desperately. And blew a Chinese general in half. And cut his bones.
  After which she howled:
  - For my great victory!
  And with bare feet will again launch a murderous present. And knock out a lot of Chinese fighters.
  But when Aurora is in battle, it's generally terrible. She cuts Chinese soldiers in half, and launches murderous presents with her bare feet. And so crushes the yellow army.
  No, Aurora is indeed called the red witch. And she is invincible.
  And deadly needles fly off her bare fingers. They hit the Chinese and they collapse like sandbags.
  Aurora roars at the top of her lungs:
  Russians know me
  And they call it great!
  And again the beauty is like throwing a deadly needle. And the enemy is pinned like a beetle.
  Aurora gurgled:
  - You can dream, dream badly!
  And again the girl thrashes like a boomerang.
  Yes, this redhead - not a pound of salt ate in military affairs. If it threshes, then it threshes.
  And again, the swift and fiery girl is on the attack.
  And here Svetlana is eager to fight. And so he cuts and destroys everyone. And her swords are like sparkling lightning.
  And needles fly from bare feet.
  The girl yelled:
  - My great strength -
  Play with me to be friends with a crocodile!
  The boy Oleg Rybachenko, as always, is on the attack. He is a swift mongoose. Chops and throws stars at the enemy.
  And the young warrior cries:
  - Let's go on the offensive
  Let's beat all the Chinese!
  And here is the boy on the attack.
  And the girl Margarita in great excitement crushes the yellow troops. And her bare fingers throw gifts of death.
  And the girl roars:
  - I will win!
  And again a whole rain of needles rushes from her bare foot.
  And the needles are lethal and poisoned.
  Margaret on the offensive. The Chinese are very tight against her. And the girl is the embodiment of horror.
  Although a beautiful warrior.
  And now a piece of death flies off from her bare foot again. Which strikes the enemies.
  Natasha in wild flight. Cuts the Chinese to pieces. And her swords know no mercy.
  Warrior roars:
  - It will be our big victory!
  And from the bare feet of the beauty, very deadly and dangerous needles fly again.
  They hit the Chinese in large numbers. What the girls are really cool.
  And in the offensive they do not give anyone a descent.
  But Zoya does not know, there is never a word. She breaks through to the opponents. And her swords are like executioners.
  Zoya screams at the top of her lungs:
  - I do not know mercy - only death!
  And her bare feet will throw such that the Chinese cannot resist!
  Conversely, the warrior is accelerating every minute. Here is the ice rink on the offensive.
  Aurora is also such a groovy girl. Doesn't back down and doesn't give up. And she succeeds in everything.
  Here she threw a steel fan with her bare toes. She cut down the Chinese soldiers and hissed:
  - In the red empire, there will be a fire that will warm the entire planet!
  And again, something that specifically kills flies from her bare foot.
  And the warrior is again at a high position.
  And here is Svetlana in battle. Doesn't deviate from the plan. And he cuts himself with wild pressure. And a sharp disk flies from her bare feet. Which famously cuts opponents.
  Svetlana squeaks with wild fury:
  - I'll tear you all apart!
  And the girl is on the offensive. And her bare feet are so agile.
  Further in the battle, Oleg Rybachenko is torn. Here is a desperate boy-terminator. It involves colossal forces and the pressure of a wild boy.
  And here is a child throwing a boomerang with his bare foot. Yes, and the opponents lost two dozen heads at once.
  This is really - really lethal force.
  Oleg sang:
  - My handwriting is simple -
  I don't like to pull the cat's tail!
  And a blade flew from the boy's bare heel, and how the Chinese will be beaten. They literally lost their spirit and courage.
  Oleg remarked with wild frenzy:
  - Never say the word no!
  The boy is attacking... Then he remembered Wladimir Klitschko. Yes, this boxer could return to the ring. And why not try? If there is still health, then God himself ordered you to fight!
  Terminator boy on the attack. Crushes the Chinese and sings:
  Young friend always be young
  Don't rush to rest...
  Be cheerful, bold, noisy -
  You have to fight - so fight!
  A man with toughness -
  To beat you all in a row!
  I am an eternal boy with a soul,
  What gives rise to the result!
  Eternal boy I soul
  And do not step back!
  A young warrior and eternal child in a furious attack on the Chinese. He will show himself from the best side.
  Margarita also crushes the yellow warriors and sings:
  - We will never give up!
  And she cut off a lot of Chinese, added with a chuckle:
  - No, believe me never!
  And the girl again threw sharp, poisonous needles.
  She is in a fast and unique movement.
  Natasha in battle is swift and formidable, like a Valkyrie. Fights bravely. And knocking down the Chinese.
  She often fought in the sky. She was an excellent ace pilot. She had to fight in the infantry.
  But now Natasha has taken up the Chinese. And let's thresh with all the rage.
  And boomerangs and needles fly from her bare feet. She crushes the enemy.
  The girl sings:
  - But I believe the sunrise,
  Will dispel the darkness of the prison dungeon!
  Zoya attacks the Chinese. And breaks out tightly. And her bare feet knock out enemies without any stop.
  Warrior on the move. She is like a cobra that jumps and jumps to herself.
  The girl with the golden hair screams:
  - The future is ours
  We are like Jedi Knights!
  And now she will take it from a turn and slap it.
  Next on the attack is Aurora. Crushing and fighting girl of red color. She went on the offensive, picking up the pace even more. Her swords are like the blades of a windmill.
  Fiery beauty issued:
  - There will be such happiness to the whole world!
  And again the girl goes into a wild pace. This is the real goddess of war.
  Svetlana also sings, jumping up:
  - Hundred after hundred, regiment after regiment,
  Russian knights cut with a sword!
  And now her bare toes will throw what cannot be repelled by a shield.
  Here is the girl. A real meger.
  Natasha chirps with a grin of teeth:
  - Don't teach me!
  And he throws death with his bare foot.
  Aurora agrees:
  - There is nothing to teach us at all!
  Warriors speed up their movements. For now, almost the entire city is littered with corpses. Yes, the Chinese ran into extermination. There are only six people, but they work for an entire army.
  Oleg Rybachenko remembered the story of one fellow from the genus of elves. He ended up in the Third Reich, and was able to convince him to be sent to the Luftwaffe.
  Yes, the elf, although small in stature, is very fast, strong with an excellent reaction. In general, elves are superior to humans in physical condition and speed of thought. And in an airplane, an elf, and even royal blood, feels like an eagle himself.
  And this warrior was able to shoot down 538 enemy aircraft on the Fuhrer's birthday on April 20, 1944, and he himself was never shot down.
  For the first two hundred planes, the elf received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Over three hundred already the Order of the German Eagle with diamonds. Over four hundred Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaf swords and diamonds. And for five hundred commemorative aircraft - the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross. Thus, the elf collected a record number of awards, and in this regard, he even beat Hermann Goering and received the rank of colonel.
  Although he fought on the plane as a private.
  So, although such an outstanding ace appeared in the Luftwaffe, he did not influence the course of the war too much. Indeed, if we take the first six aces of the Luftwaffe in real history, they shot down a total of more than one and a half thousand aircraft. Well, how much did it help the Wehrmacht?
  Although the number of downed aircraft may have been exaggerated by Goebbels' propaganda.
  Many of these figures strongly doubted.
  But the elf honestly shot down so many cars, but he himself did not lose a single fighter.
  But then Oleg Rybachenko met him and asked:
  - Why did you stick to the Third Reich, which is considered a force of evil?
  Elf logically remarked:
  - Because there is no force of good in the world at all! Do you think Stalin and the allies are saints?
  Oleg remarked with a smile:
  - But in the USSR you, having shot down so many planes, would be considered God with a capital letter! And so you should be spit and cursed!
  Elf honestly remarked:
  - In October of the forty-second year, when he began to fight for the Reich, the outcome of the war was not yet obvious. What do you think, I have no chance to be among the winners?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered honestly:
  - If you defect to the USSR, I think you will be forgiven and accepted. Heroes and great warriors are appreciated everywhere!
  The elf smiled radiantly and replied:
  - Thank you for the offer! But when the second world war is over, I will return to my planet with awards ... And of course, it will not matter to me that Germany lost. The main thing is that I showed myself as a hero and entered the history of aviation as the best ace of all time!
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked in annoyance:
  How many good guys died because of you!
  The elf squeaked, logically recalled:
  - There is also Rudel ... He is also a superman!
  Oleg nodded.
  - Rudel ... Yes, it's like a comic book hero!
  The elf muttered:
  - I was and am and will be a warrior! So I'll try to bring my account to a thousand!
  Oleg Rybachenko doubted:
  - Can you make it? On May 9, 1945, the Third Reich capitulates!
  The elf ingratiatingly asked:
  - Can you tell more precisely when and where and at what time, with what forces the Reds and the Allies will attack?
  Oleg asked in surprise:
  - Why do you need it?
  The elf answered honestly:
  - I want to trivially drag out the war so that the fun lasts longer!
  Oleg then took out a gun and answered:
  - I could shoot you, but I won't do it!
  The elf was surprised
  - And why?
  Oleg Rybachenko resolutely stated:
  - Let your conscience punish you!
  And they broke up...
  Oleg Rybachenko thought that he hadn't killed this elf in vain. How many more planes will he shoot down. It will just be terrible.
  And the boy again launched the boomerang of death with his bare toes.
  Margarita actively exterminates the Chinese in battle. Her bare feet are so aptly beaten with killer presents that you are simply amazed.
  Superman girl.
  And her activity in the battle, like a weasel animal.
  No, no one will ever frighten such a girl, even if there are two billion Chinese.
  But what is Margaret to do?
  She defends her country.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Chinese, sang:
  - There is no more beautiful Motherland of Russia,
  Fight for her and don't be afraid...
  There is no more beautiful country in the universe -
  The whole universe is a torch of light Rus!
  The boy will jump up and accelerate, slaughtering everyone with his feet.
  Natasha also fights and sings:
  Fatal year, you can not believe me
  One thousand nine hundred ninety-nine...
  Stop going in circles
  The devil will turn with golden horns!
  And the girl will again throw a killer present with her bare feet.
  Zoya is also in battle, got wound up and fights. Active girl. And if he cuts with swords, everything flies so far.
  And her bare feet are so actively throwing presents. And so many knock out enemies.
  Yes, the Chinese are clearly having dark days.
  Aurora hits without any pity. And her bare feet are something more than deadly. This is generally the goddess of annihilation.
  And there are a thousand devils in it.
  Svetlana thrashes the Chinese with great passion, and squeals:
  - The future is
  So that we don't have to be a cat!
  And her bare legs will throw something again, and the enemies will be torn to pieces.
  Fighting girl - aerobatics in her!
  Having cleared the city of the Chinese, the six rested. Immediately filled up the boar, and fried it whole.
  They cut it into pieces and began to eat.
  Natasha remarked:
  - Here at Walter Scott's knights ate a lot at a time!
  Oleg Rybachenko chuckled and reminded:
  - Do Dumas too! That's how Porthos ate a whole ram!
  Natasha laughed.
  - Sheep? Why not a boar?
  Oleg sang in response:
  All your damn family
  My uncle, who got the boar ...
  When he was alive - he warned me -
  It is impossible to take a wife from cannibals!
  Margaret confirmed:
  - It's a wild song! And I want something more soulful!
  Oleg remarked:
  - Spiritual? This is good!
  And the boy sang something ...
  But Aurora interrupted him and remarked:
  - It is necessary not to sing, but to act.
  And the girl took out an iPhone from her belt. Oleg smiled, Natasha handed him hers and offered:
  - Play tanks with the redhead!
  Aurora agreed:
  - I love this game!
  And the girl-hero began to gain parameters.
  Oleg Rybachenko took up the tank fleet.
  Aurora warned:
  - One tank for one! Try a duel!
  The boy agreed.
  - This is just right!
  Oleg chose the coolest Soviet tank of the forties - the IS-7. A wonderful car that never became serial. She has everything and armor, and weapons, and speed. A real halo!
  Aurora E-75. The car is worse. And heavier, and less speed, power reserve, a little weaker and a gun. The IS-7 has 130 millimeters versus 128 for the E-75. The armor of the German is perhaps thicker, but this is offset by the large slope of the IS-7. And the sides of the Fritz are higher ... Everything is so, but ...
  Aurora translates the E-75 to the M level ... And the car is improving. And the engine is more powerful and the silhouette is much lower, and the gun has become longer barrel. And now the armor has thickened. The German tank still weighs ninety-five tons, compared to sixty-eight for the Soviet one. And after the upgrade, it has a similar layout and will now be more powerful.
  And the IS-7 was left without development anyway. So in real history, no one predicted it.
  Well, Oleg, let's harness yourself.
  The boy, however, is not lost. Since the enemy has modernized, then the kid will do something and use feather shells. And then there will be a very good fight.
  IS-7 is approaching. But still, the driving performance of the German is still better.
  Aurora fires her longer barreled cannon. But still can't get in.
  And the terminator boy approaches and winds the tracks. The little guy seems to be quite confident.
  Aurora, after another shot, brought out the moral:
  - A mouse can kill an elephant!
  And the battle continued, Oleg drove a 130-mm cannon shell into the joint of the hull and won. Despite all the perks.
  But in general, in the tanks of the forties there are different cars. Very formidable project - "Royal Lion". The weight is one hundred tons, the gun is 210 mm caliber, the frontal armor is 300 mm inclined, the sides are 200 mm, and the engine is 1800 horsepower.
  This is a car - even the IS-7 can only penetrate the side and close. And it's really great!
  Aurora sang with a grin of teeth:
  - This is an eaglet, flying above the sun!
  And shut up...
  After eating, the six moved on to Chinese cities. For now, it is necessary to achieve the conclusion of peace and discourage the Manchus from attacking.
  The girls and the boy attacked the Chinese and killed many again with swords and bare toes.
  Then the warriors fired from the captured cannons. And a lot of Chinese were killed.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - Maybe it's better to play defensively? And then it turns out somehow ugly?
  Aurora replied:
  - There is a concept of preventive war!
  Oleg reminded:
  - Victor Suvorov also tried to prove that the war of fascist Germany against the USSR was preventive!
  Aurora grinned and growled:
  - Isn't that how it is?
  Oleg shook his head.
  - Doubtful!
  Margaret recalled:
  - I read this book. She looks convincing at first glance. But if you dig deeper...
  Aurora nodded in agreement.
  - The USSR was preparing an offensive war, and this is a fact!
  Margaret noted:
  - The USSR was preparing an offensive war even after the war. But the offensive never started!
  Oleg logically remarked:
  - If Stalin planned the offensive, then at a later period, having first completed the staffing of his divisions with tanks and other equipment. And the latest aviation has just begun to arrive in units, even the pilots have not mastered it!
  Aurora also logically objected:
  - If the Soviet army was rearming, then the German army also did not stand still. While the USSR was churning out the latest aircraft, the Fritz were increasing the production of the latest technology.
  Delay Stalin's advantage would not increase. Rather, on the contrary, the Nazis, having the potential of Europe, could catch up with Russia in the amount of equipment with better quality!
  Oleg Rybachenko doubted:
  - What makes you think that their quality was better?
  Aurora honestly answered:
  - But they won in the forty-first year! If they were beaten inferior in number, then perhaps they were superior in quality as well!
  The boy genius doubted:
  - I don't think so!
  Margaret remarked:
  - The forty-first year is a mystery. Why the formally stronger Red Army was losing battle after battle. And then, having become formally, and in fact, weaker, did she begin to win?
  Oleg Rybachenko replied:
  - This is a big mystery of the Second World War!
  Natasha suggested:
  - There was an intervention of higher powers!
  Oleg nodded.
  - There really was something!
  Augustine growled:
  - Our idols are covered in blood, our gods are the gods of war!
  Zoya agreed.
  - Covered in blood and the gods of war!
  After Oleg and Aurora began to play the strategy of the second world war. Aurora for Hitler, Oleg for Stalin.
  There was already an exchange of real blows. Aurora used the rogue code and the mass of tanks of the "E" series, broke through to Moscow. Togo and Oleg used the swindler code and the IS-7 as they would fuck the Germans. And the scythe converged on the stone. And a lot of coffins. Let and virtual.
  Oleg Rybachenko plays with gusto, and his troops break through the German defenses. Build boilers. Aurora starts up the rogue code again. There is a very wild exchange of moves.
  The boy genius sang:
  - Somewhere on the Kama - we do not know ourselves,
  Somewhere on the Kama river mothers!
  Do not reach with your hands, do not reach with your feet,
  Well, if necessary, move the pokers!
  And Soviet tanks smash the Nazis. There is nothing better than the IS-7. And you can safely fight with the "Mouses" and "E" -100. The Soviet tank is not afraid of such monsters.
  They're heavier, but that doesn't mean they're stronger.
  And Oleg is advancing, moving rapidly with cars. And it's like a thousand devils.
  Prodigy boy sings:
  - Let's smash the Fritz, chiki-chiki-chiki-ta!
  And now the Soviet troops took another barrier. They are like geniuses of fights and fights!
  Aurora, however, is also not simple. And it works aggressively. Throws new and new and new forces under the wheels of the Red Army.
  And the red-haired warrior sings:
  - Enemies won't stop me! I will conquer the expanse of the universe!
  And new and new regiments go into battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko happily sang:
  Fritz rage in rage,
  The enemy of the regiment moved forward ...
  But crazy Aryans -
  Russians will meet with hostility!
  They will dig into the skin of a pig,
  The enemy will be thrown into dust -
  The Russians are fighting furiously
  Strong soldier's fist!
  And the boy carries out another roundabout maneuver, and takes Aurora's troops into the ring.
  Yes, the kid is smart, there are no words.
  Aurora gurgled:
  - No, I will not give up, but I always knew how to fight!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed:
  - Let's not give up! We will simply destroy you!
  And now the Soviet troops are again on the offensive. And already the code of the crook does not help the Fritz.
  Then Aurora cunningly changes the option. And Britain and the United States enter the war on its side. The warriors of this armada rushed in battle. And let's press the enemy.
  But the Soviet IS-7 tanks with even greater ease destroy the US Shermans and Pershings, as well as the English Churchill tank.
  They themselves do not take any damage.
  Aurora growled:
  - Well, you and little imp!
  . CHAPTER #3
  Warriors from the twenty-first century again clashed with the Chinese of the seventeenth.
  There are too many soldiers in the Celestial Empire. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting the Chinese with swords, bellowed:
  - Never give up!
  And a sharp disk flew from the boy's bare foot!
  Margarita, crushing opponents, grunted:
  - There is a place for feat in the world!
  And poisonous needles scattered from the girl's bare foot, hitting the Chinese.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously and howled:
  We will never forget and never forgive.
  And her swords went through the mill on the Chinese.
  Zoya, cutting the enemies, squeaked:
  - For a new order!
  And new needles scattered from her bare feet. And what's in the eye, what's in the throat of Chinese soldiers.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Aurora cut yellow soldiers, squeaked:
  - Our iron will!
  And a new, deadly gift flies from her bare foot. And the yellow fighters are falling.
  Svetlana cuts to the miller, her swords are like lightning.
  The Chinese are falling like sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeaks:
  - For Mother Russia will win!
  Oleg Rybachenko advances against the Chinese. Terminator boy slashes yellow troops.
  And at the same time, the toes of the boy's bare legs throw out needles with poison.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to Future Rus'!
  And in motion cuts everyone's head and muzzle.
  Margarita also crushes opponents.
  Her bare feet are flailing. The Chinese are dying in large numbers. Warrior yells:
  - For new frontiers!
  And then the girl will take and cut ...
  The mass of corpses of Chinese soldiers.
  But Natasha is on the offensive. He cuts his own Chinese and sings:
  - Rus' is great and radiant,
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And disks fly from her bare feet. Who cut the throats of the Chinese. Yes, this is a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Cuts yellow soldiers with both hands. Spitting out of a tube. And throws deadly needles with bare toes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, bludgeon let's go,
  Oh, my favorite will go!
  Aurora, cutting down the Chinese and destroying the yellow soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in the skin of an animal,
  He rushed to the riot police with a club!
  And with bare toes, how to launch into the enemy, something that will kill an elephant.
  And then squeak:
  - Wolves!
  Svetlana on the offensive. Chopping slashing the Chinese. With bare feet, he launches presents of death on them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a lot of fighters and squeals:
  - A big victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in a wild movement.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped up. The boy twirled in a somersault. Chopped up a lot of Chinese in the jump.
  He threw the needles with his bare fingers and gurgled:
  - Be famous for my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive. Shreds all enemies in a row. Her swords are tougher than windmill blades. And bare toes throw presents of death.
  The girl is on the offensive. Exterminates yellow warriors without ceremony.
  And jumps every now and then, and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Chinese themselves fall dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeaks:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet threw the needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha on the offensive is also very cool.
  And throws with bare feet, and spits from a straw.
  And screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I'm a sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again beauty in motion.
  Zoya storms a blockage of Chinese corpses. And boomerangs of destruction also fly from her bare feet.
  And the yellow warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will win!
  And a dozen needles fly from the girl's bare heel. Which directly into the throat of the Chinese dig.
  They drop dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Aurora on the offensive. Crushes yellow troops. Her swords are carried in two hands. And she is such a great warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through Chinese troops.
  Girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive, a beauty with fiery hair.
  Aurora in wild ecstasy roars:
  - The gods of war will tear everything!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle And so sparkling and fighting. Her bare legs throw out so many deadly things. Not a man, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it breaks, then you can"t stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life will not be honey,
  That jump in a round dance!
  Let the dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the movement of the girl more and more fury.
  Oleg in the offensive is accelerating everything. The boy beats the Chinese.
  His bare feet throw sharp needles.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - Raging empire - will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a stormy girl in her activity. And thrashes the enemies.
  Here she launched with her bare leg, a pea with explosives. She will explode, and immediately throw a hundred Chinese up.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And run the mill with swords.
  Natasha accelerated her movements. The girl cuts down the yellow warriors. And while yelling:
  - Victory awaits the empire of Russia.
  And let's exterminate the Chinese at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  Does not think to stop and slow down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to cut meat salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats, lying around in mounds of corpses.
  Aurora is a crazy girl. And it crushes everyone like it's a robot from hyperplasma.
  It has already smashed not one hundred Chinese. But everything picks up the pace. And the warrior still roars.
  - I'm invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again, the beauty in the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Chinese were torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Aurora sang:
  - You will not dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And does not give a single gram of respite. Wild Terminator Girl.
  And he cuts the enemies and exterminates the Chinese. And the mass of yellow fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads.
  The six were furious. Made a wild fight.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. And advances waving both swords. And the terminator boy runs the mill. The dead Chinese are falling.
  Mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy remembers a wild strategy. Where, too, horses and people mixed together.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from the mind!
  And there will be plenty of money!
  And the terminator boy in the new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The boy genius roared:
  - Master class and Adidas!
  Really cool and cool performance turned out. And how many killed Chinese. And the greatest number of the greatest killed the yellow fighters.
  Margarita is also in the fight. Crushes yellow armies and roars:
  - Big shock regiment! We all drive into the coffin!
  And her swords are hacking at the Chinese. The mass of yellow fighters has already collapsed.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than panthers! Prove that everyone is the best!
  And from the bare heel of the girl, like a pea with powerful explosives, will fly out.
  And strike at the enemy.
  And he will take and smash some of the opponents.
  And Natasha is in authority. And she beats opponents, and she herself will not give anyone a descent.
  How many Chinese have already interrupted.
  And her teeth are so sharp. And the eyes are sapphire. This is the girl - the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You will have a penalty!
  And again, the girl will cut down a lot of Chinese with swords.
  Zoya is on the move and cut a lot of yellow warriors.
  And bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Chinese. These girls are really beautiful.
  Aurora is advancing and destroying opponents. And at the same time, he does not forget to yell:
  - You can not escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare her teeth!
  And such a redhead ... Her hair flutters in the wind, like a proletarian banner.
  And everything literally comes out of anger.
  Svetlana on the move Here she cut a lot of skulls. A warrior who bares her teeth.
  Shows tongue. And then spits from a straw. Then he howls:
  - Will you guys be dead!
  And again deadly needles fly from her bare feet.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and jumps.
  The barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles and sings:
  - Let's go camping, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best.
  He is quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Let the game be not according to the rules - we will break through the fraera!
  And again, deadly and smashing needles flew off his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe freedom will dawn!
  The girl again threw a deadly cascade of needles at the Chinese and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! May roses bloom!
  And as soon as the warrior throws a pea with her bare toes, a thousand Chinese immediately flew up into the air. Yes, the army of the Celestial Empire is melting right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Explodes enemies. And so many Chinese are dying.
  Their girl and swords, and grains on the coal, and spears. And needles.
  At the same time, it also roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes throw new needles, punching opponents.
  Zoya in a wild move. Attacks the Chinese. Breaks them into small pieces.
  The warrior woman throws needles with her bare fingers. Breaks through opponents, and how to roar:
  Our complete victory is at hand!
  And runs a wild mill with swords. This is really a girl like a girl!
  But the cobra Aurora went on the offensive. This is a woman - a nightmare for all nightmares.
  And if it cuts it, it means it will cut it.
  After that, the redhead will take and sing:
  - I will open all the skulls! I am a great dream!
  And now her swords in action and cut the meat.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no brakes. How to chop, so the mass of corpses is littered.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And now a killer pea flies from her.
  Oleg again a hundred Chinese, carrying a meteor, cut off. And he will pick up a bomb and throw it.
  Small in size, but deadly...
  How to break into small pieces.
  The terminator boy howled:
  - Stormy youth of terrible machines!
  Margarita will do this again in battle.
  And cut down a lot of yellow fighters. And cuts big gaps.
  The girl screams:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And hit with renewed vigor.
  Natasha on the offensive is even more furious. So thrashes the Chinese. It"s not very good for them to resist such girls.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Running on the spot is a common reconciliator!
  And the warrior girl burst into the opponents with such a cascade of blows.
  And he will throw discs with bare feet.
  Here she ran the mill. The mass of heads of the yellow army rolled back.
  She is a fighting beauty. Beat yourself such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone without exception. And her swords are like scissors of death.
  The girl is just lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.
  Defeat opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins.
  Zoya took it and squeaked:
  - If there is no water in the faucet...
  Natasha shouted with delight:
  So it's your fault!
  And with his bare toes he throws something that kills thoroughly. This is truly a girl of girls.
  And from her bare legs, how the blade will fly. And hit a lot of fighters.
  Aurora on the move. Swift and unique in its beauty.
  What bright hair she has. Like a proletarian banner fluttering. This girl is a real vixen.
  And she cuts opponents - as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Redhead, damn bastard!
  Aurora took it and hissed:
  - There will be a bull's head - the fighters will not go crazy!
  And here she again crushed a lot of fighters.
  Oleg Rybachenko grumbled:
  - What you need! Here is the girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Aurora readily agreed with this:
  - I am a warrior that will bite anyone!
  And again, with bare toes, he will launch a murderous one.
  Svetlana in battle is not inferior to opponents. Not a girl but a flame ending.
  And screams:
  - What a blue sky!
  Aurora, releasing the blade with her bare foot, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana, cutting down the enemies, chirped:
  - A fool does not need a knife ....
  Zoya squeaked, throwing needles with her bare, tanned legs:
  - You'll lie to him from three boxes!
  Natasha, cutting down the Chinese, added:
  - And do with him for a penny!
  And the warriors will take and jump. They are so bloody and cool. In general, they have a lot of excitement.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  Margarita sang:
  - The blow is strong, and the guy has an interest ...
  The genius boy launched with his foot what looked like a helicopter propeller. He cut off a couple of hundred heads from the Chinese and squeaked:
  - Quite sporty!
  And both - a boy and a girl in full openwork.
  Oleg, chopping down the yellow soldiers, gurgled:
  - And there will be a big victory for us!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl is indeed such an active terminator.
  Natasha sang in the offensive:
  - Holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp disk-boomerang. He flew in an arc, cut down a lot of Chinese.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - It will be our victory!
  And new needles flew from her bare feet. And they hit a lot of fighters.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Checkmate the opponent!
  And she showed her tongue.
  Aurora, waving her legs, and throwing sharp-edged swastikas, gurgled6
  - Imperial flag forward!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls shouted in unison, crushing the Chinese:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now a disk is flying from the bare feet of the warriors. The meat is torn.
  And howl again:
  - No one can defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air. She ripped open the opponents and gave out:
  - We are she-wolves, fry the enemy!
  And from her bare fingers, a very deadly disk will fly out.
  The girl even twists in ecstasy.
  And then he murmurs:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, early, gives security!
  And winked at the warriors. They laugh and bare their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped down the Chinese and squeaked:
  - In our world there is no joy, without struggle!
  The boy replied:
  "Sometimes fighting isn"t fun either!"
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes ...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw her bare toes at the opponent's needles and sang:
  - The soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for action!
  After that, Natasha again slashed the enemies.
  Zoya is a very fast babe. Here is a whole barrel in the Chinese launched. And tore a couple of thousand from one explosion.
  Then she squealed:
  - Do not stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And a girl in combat lace!
  Aurora in battle is also not weak. So thrashes the Chinese. As if from a sheaf of chains knocks out.
  And chopping opponents - sings:
  - Beware it will be useful,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really plows in battle like a devil in a snuffbox.
  And here is how Svetlana fights. And the Chinese get it from her.
  And if she hits, she'll hit.
  From it, bloody splashes fly out.
  Svetlana harshly noticed when metal splashes flew from her bare foot, melting skulls:
  - Glory to Russia, very much even glory!
  Tanks are rushing forward ...
  Division in red shirts -
  Greetings Russian people!
  Here the girls took on the Chinese. So they are cut and shredded. Not warriors, but really panthers who have broken the chain.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Chinese. Beats them without pity and squeals:
  We are like bulls!
  Margarita, crushing the yellow army, picked up:
  We are like bulls!
  Natasha took it and howled, cutting down the yellow fighters:
  - Lying is out of hand!
  Zoya tore the Chinese, squeaked:
  - No, not out of hand!
  And he will also take and release an asterisk with his bare foot.
  Natasha took it and squeaked:
  - Our TV is on!
  And a killer bundle of needles flies from her bare leg.
  Zoya, also crushing the Chinese, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again such a throw that the circles blur in all directions. This is a girl - pure extermination of opponents.
  The girl with her bare toes will take and launch three boomerangs. And the corpses from this became even more.
  After that, the beauty will give out:
  - We will not give the enemy mercy! There will be a corpse!
  And again the deadly thing flies off from the bare heel.
  Aurora also quite logically remarked:
  - Only not one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl took it and walked barefoot through the bloody puddles. And killed a lot of Chinese.
  And how it roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he bangs his head on a Chinese general. Break his skull and give out:
  - Banzai! You will go to heaven!
  Svetlana, very furious in the attack, squeaks:
  - You will not be spared!
  And a dozen needles fly off her bare fingers. How she beats everyone. And very much even the warrior tries to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Glorious hammer!
  And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. Intricate hybrid.
  And the mass of the Chinese collapsed.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is again in a wild attack. No, it just seeths with power, and volcanoes gurgle!
  Margaret on the move. It will rip everyone's bellies.
  A girl with her foot will throw out fifty needles at once. And the mass is killed by all sorts of enemies.
  Margarita sang in terms of cheerfulness:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  You should never be discouraged!
  Keep the nose and tail higher with a pipe.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  This is such an aggressive company. The girl thrashes and screams:
  "The Dragon President will become a corpse!"
  Natasha in battle is just some kind of terminator. And roaring gurgled:
  - Banzai! Get it quick!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And the Chinese are like nails. And smash.
  Here is the warrior! To all warriors - a warrior!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a furious bitch.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he cuts a triple mill for the Chinese!
  And Aurora roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of deceit and meanness. For enemies, of course. And for friends, she is a darling.
  And how with bare toes he will take and throw. And a lot of heaps of warriors of the celestial empire.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with a very high combat potential. No, under this it is better not to meddle.
  Aurora hissed:
  - We will crush all traitors into powder!
  And wink at his partners. Yes, this fiery girl is not exactly something that can give peace. Unless peace is deadly!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, issued:
  - We'll sweep you in line!
  Aurora confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again!
  Oleg sang in response:
  - There will be a complete banzai!
  Aurora, tearing the Chinese with her bare hands, slashing them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, issued:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the yellow warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's cut opponents with wild bitterness.
  Oleg Rybachenko cutting opponents, issued:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And the debut, believe me, is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot.
  Margarita, cutting down the warriors of the Celestial Empire, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle ...
  Let's not joke with that -
  Let's tear it apart!
  Let's tear it apart!
  . CHAPTER #3
  After beating the Chinese, you can rest a bit. But alas, you don't have time to relax too much.
  New yellow hordes are creeping in.
  Oleg Rybachenko cuts them again, and roars:
  - In a holy war - the Russians do not lose!
  Margarita throws deadly presents with her bare toes and confirms:
  - Never lose!
  Oleg wanted to say something else...
  But now they were temporarily transferred by the witch's spell into a different substance.
  And Oleg Rybachenko became a pioneer in one of the German camps. And Margarita moved with him.
  Well, not all the time to cut with the Chinese.
  - Glory to the Motherland! - Pioneer Oleg Rybachenko repeated the cry, and silently endured a blow to his shoulders, although he fell exactly on one of the past swollen scars. And from the second and at all a dissection - blood flowed! Margarita looked at Oleg Rybachenko with surprise and gratitude and asked him something in English. The child prodigy Oleg Rybachenko thought - probably, he asks again what I saw in a dream - is there synchronism? The boy smiled back at his sister in arms and shrugged his rather broad shoulders for a ten-year-old. Apparently, Margarita understood that Oleg Rybachenko simply wanted to show that he did not give up and did not understand what moved him to yell in the style of proletarian cinema.
  And not only him, but also this thin, bald-cropped Marat Kazei. But with an encouraging wink, she nodded to the courageous boy...
  Oleg Rybachenko was suddenly offended and, suppressing the pain in his voice, remarked:
  - Bravado is everything!
  Margarita objected in a whisper:
  - No, not bravado! It's like saying - the word reeks with a bayonet!
  Oleg seriously remarked:
  - It is better to kill one fascist than to curse a hundred Krauts!
  There was a noise, the roar of engines and din, riders from the SS and executioner doctors - jumped off to the ground, unsaddled their more like mutants than animal horses. The captives were seated on the grass - in a chain. They checked the fetters: so they were tightly shackled. And Oleg Rybachenko was not too surprised to see exactly how one of the junior SS doctors approached him. In German, he said rudely - get up, baby primate - pushing the pioneer boy with the toe of a soft boot into the thigh or even a little higher, in the kidneys. Oleg Rybachenko tensed up... and then the cool Aurora intervened. The fiery devil (So she was nicknamed in the troops because of her unnatural and bright red hair color and unfeminine endurance and strength!) Explained something mockingly - and this mockery was not over Oleg. It can be seen that the fascist doctor also felt it! The Nazi hit Aurora in the muscular shoulder with his foot. She just giggled. Then the fascist hit from a roundabout, sharply knocking over a flexible back on a daring girl. Oleg jerked sideways from the shake. Aurora immediately sat down again and silently showed her shackled hands. The fat professor called out to his younger colleague, who suddenly looked down. Then he broke a branch of dry heather and showed it to Oleg Rybachenko. He waved in front of his nose - the boy involuntarily recoiled. The fascist doctor again pretended to take an armful, shook his head, made some strange movement. Do not understand, as if an SS man eats with a spoon ...
  Oleg Rybachenko angrily blurted out in German:
  You can't express yourself in human terms.
  Fritz hatched: subhuman, knows the language of the master race?
  Young Rybachenko Jr. realized that he had betrayed himself in vain, revealed what was better to keep a secret, but ... The word is not a sparrow - you will miss it, you will not catch it. True, the fat, tall doctor put on an air of indifference, the word choked the German phrase uttered by the boy. Again repeated the previous gesture and showed a folded armful.
  And Oleg Rybachenko understood - they send him as a servant for firewood ...
  I did not want to be beaten again after a proud refusal. And yes, you can't miss the opportunity.
  Well, what is the pride of a centurion, or rather a patrician to break. The thought of escaping, of course, came - it arrived as soon as the heavy handcuffs clicked under the big key. Although it may be more logical to say that she did not leave at all! But the little thought turned out to be like a frightened rabbit that runs in the headlights, not knowing that it has already, in fact, been caught. And yet - as soon as Oleg Rybachenko moved away from the parking lot - the boy saw that a werewolf was following him. One of those strange, trained mutants that guard the SS driven convoy. At the same time, none of the convoy defiantly looks towards the barefoot boy hastily climbing the scree. Although Oleg Rybachenko felt that, most likely, a hidden camera was filming his movements. It is even surprising how technically the Fritz have advanced. If ours do not answer adequately, then it will be bad.
  The scree painfully pricked the already healed soles of defenseless children's feet. Strongly knocked down feet have already begun to coarsen, but this process is quite painful when you step on sharp stones. Oleg quietly groaned, trying not to show that he was in pain and not to look at the blood that had come out again. But then it was like a tsunami of the inexplicable swept over him.
  Fear instantly, and inexplicably, deprived the pioneer boy of his own thoughts and desires. Just wanted to turn in the direction of the werewolf (?). Under the gaze of the inhuman eyes of the Nazi beast, Oleg Rybachenko involuntarily froze and froze. But immediately the freshly baked pioneer was doused with blazing heat, and the boy moved like a machine gun from the factory. He broke dry trunks of birches and cypresses growing in crevices, not yet green after the winter - a lot, barely dragging them. I folded it into a large, transparent bag, dragged it away, not distinguishing the road to the parking lot.
  Oleg Rybachenko, on the way, was desperately trying to overcome the disheartening horror. Pioneer-excellent he or not! But this one was like an inept swimmer trying to stay on the water. It pops up, then it overflows again ...
  The werewolf followed him: from time to time, stopping and sniffing the bare footprints left by the boy.
  The genius pioneer felt relieved from the wave of horror only when he returned to the camp location.
  The vile non-human fascists did not seem to look at Oleg Rybachenko. Although in fact a couple of SS men did not take their eyes off. Only when he folded what he had brought, the senior doctor-executioner, glancing briefly, threw something to the boy ... eh! Oleg finally came to his senses. Greedily grabbed it, thinking that maybe they gave out a chocolate bar or something beyond soldering for work. And hatched - lay, flint and steel. The flint was most likely quartz. And the chair looks like a piece of a file. How to use all this - the developed pioneer Oleg knew in theory and even with interest, he would have tried the Robinsons of Polesie too ... if not for strange circumstances.
  Oleg touched the damp branches with his foot, then with his hand and shook his head.
  - Tinder ... - the pioneer said quietly in Russian, suddenly coughed and repeated. - Tinder is needed. - And with difficulty refrained from switching to German speech. - It won't light up.
  Oleg looked at them... It is not clear why the Fritz, who have both lighters and matches and, probably, even a flamethrower with them, needed this old-fashioned way of getting fire. They want to test the ingenuity of the pioneers. Do they measure the mental development of a Soviet person? Or, trivially mocking a captive boy? Who will understand them as if from another planet!
  The Nazis looked at each other, bared their teeth. The strangest and ... and the most terrible thing for Oleg Rybachenko is that their faces turned out to be not evil, not cruel, not even mocking, no! Very curious as if considering an outlandish animal, a particularly vivid interest is registered with the senior professor, as if on purpose he took off his glasses. There is not a drop of indifference, it is so interesting how scientists follow the experiment.
  Oleg Rybachenko repeated in a whisper, trying to control the excitement in his voice:
  Everything got damp during the winter! Won't go!
  In the eyes, rather feigned than sincere misunderstanding, but again without anger. But then one of the young people - not the one who unchained Oleg - grumbling, got up, stretched, rubbed his ass beaten on the saddle to the laughter of the rest of the SS men ... Oleg was not too surprised that some of the Germans use horses to move - fuel deficit. Although, for some reason, transports are crawling after them? The Nazi enemy brought a box from the folded saddles, from which he took out something ... The pioneer thought it was cotton wool, but no. It remotely looks like a lump of thin threads. Oleg Rybachenko, taking it in his hands, understood - dry moss.
  Again, the pioneer child prodigy was surprised why it was a Fritz, and even a doctor carrying grass in a plow ... Maybe this moss is not so simple?
  Well, stop thinking, my head hurts. It must seem - simpler and more stupid than you are. Oddly enough, but the tinder took up immediately - Oleg did not hit the flint on the flint, but smoothly scraped (read somewhere) - and sparks rained down like hail. And he has been able to build fires (now he has built an ordinary "hut") for several years, most of his life. Soon the fire danced with might and main - the birch burns well and is damp. Here the young guards from the SS perked up, began to drive metal risers into the ground on the sides of the fire.
  And Oleg Rybachenko's head went round, something extremely caustic crawled into his nose and instantly disconnected his consciousness from reality. But at once, a vision that was stunning in realism rolled over.
  Even the personality of the child changed, he imagined himself as an unfortunate orphan, with living parents. Moreover, dad and mom did not leave no - they deprived their ancestors of their rights for debts and sent the boy to a correctional, prison shelter. Without guilt, but since your parents owe money, then you, by a court decision in a dictatorial, space empire, are a juvenile criminal.
  The orphanage for children was located in the industrial area of the capital and really looked like a prison. Barracks everywhere, cell-barracks. Oleg Rybachenko, in a realistic vision, spent the night on poorly planed wooden bunks. Nearby lay other boys, both from the human race and aliens. There were no blankets, mattresses, pillows, the overworked and often beaten body lies on a bare tree. And at night, the leg is chained to the chain so that they do not run away. There are about a hundred children in the cell, it is very stuffy, the bodies are sweaty, beaten next to each other in the corner of the bucket, there is not even a sewerage system. And this is in the State, whose starships plow the expanses of the galaxy, and whose flags crown tens of thousands of inhabited worlds! However, the guys try to relieve themselves on the street, about two-thirds of the day they are busy with work. The most difficult is considered in the shop, dusty and tedious. The back and arms are terribly tired of it, and before the eyes it begins to "fail", the operations are simple, but laborious, require repetition. A more enjoyable job, outdoors in the field or on a construction site. So that they are less tired and receive relaxation, they try to alternate in various labor processes. But all the same, the body hurts, many boys, in the orphanage - almost half of the people moan in their sleep.
  Oleg Rybachenko nervously tossed and turned, the chain clanged, the ring rubbed his leg to blood. The siren sounds, it means rise, to work. The child's body has not yet rested, the other boys - the naked human race and the furry offspring of other worlds - are struggling to rise. The weariness accumulated over the months of slavery gives way to a dull pain in the muscles. The chains controlled by the built-in chip fly off their feet automatically, they are made of a very strong alloy that cannot be sawn through. Overseers appear, menacing shouts sound.
  The boys are led to bathe, it will not take long, the water from the tanks is rusty. Oleg Rybachenko rinses his mouth, splashes to wash off the sweat. There is no ventilation in the cell, and the sweat-smelling room is not able to refresh sleep. After that they are taken to breakfast, they have to eat while standing, there is no need for chairs for juvenile convicts. They are fed with bread and silage, meat is expensive and children are not supposed to, so they prefer to float pasture. However, the horse is a vegetarian, and how it works, while the predators have eaten meat, go to bed. Next to Oleg is his friend Timur. Both of them are twelve years old in this vision, more precisely than another reality, the age for strong boys is a turning point, when it is very difficult to come to terms with a slave lot.
  Timur, drinking nettle juice in a poorly washed glass, said with a groan:
  - And that again to work in this shop! I don't want!
  - I don"t want to stand and repeat the same movement ten thousand times. - Answered, shivering from unpleasant memories, Oleg Rybachenko.
  - Maybe we'll ask for field work! - Timur dreamily looked at the sky, where three stars shone at once on this planet. - In particular, clean the carp-peaches. They are so tasty, especially those with golden fins, but as the warden does not look greedily, you can pick something in your mouth anyway.
  Oleg Rybachenko sighed heavily:
  - I would also prefer just such a job in the bosom of gentle nature. - And then the incarnated pioneer became more cheerful. - The robot-observer can be deceived, here most of the monitoring equipment has already been stolen!
  Breakfast is over, and they are being led to the wiring ...
  Children are lined up on the parade ground, the boys of the human race try to stick together, the aliens keep the formation according to their height. They are divided into groups according to age and size. There are boys from five to sixteen years old, as well as furry and scaly youngsters representatives of other worlds.
  The only thing that unites them is clothing, or rather its almost complete absence, only shorts with an identification number on the boys.
  The empire treats them on the principle of squeezing more benefits for themselves from those who have ceased to be considered a citizen! Savings in everything, on clothes, shoes, however, some boys in their free life never knew shoes.
  But with sticks and a rubber stack on bare heels they often received. Heads are shaved, every two weeks a bath, where they are scalded. Then they immediately shave off with a blunt machine, then not much has managed to grow back. The boys march barefoot on sharp stones. If Oleg is accustomed to this and his roughened foot does not feel pain, then the smallest children knock down their heels and bare fingers until they bleed.
  The entire guard consists of aliens representing the most cruel races in the universe, only the head of the shelter, the elderly Frau Pontuss, looks with his brutal eyes of a sadist.
  The tiger-rhinoceros, who plays the role of an overseer, gives instructions on where who will work today, or rather, work hard until he loses consciousness. Oleg, lowering his bony shoulders, looks at the second half of the yard. There are girls, from small to almost adults. They are dressed like beggars in tattered rags of the coarsest linen. The faces are dry, the eyes seem large and sad. The sackcloth is short, thin but sinewy legs are visible from under it. The girls are also barefoot and all without exception are shaved bald. This is apparently done in order to humiliate them, once again to show that they are nothing. But here it is by no means the criminals who are gathered - the unfortunate abandoned children.
  Here they announce that a group of boys will go to the sewing shop, to work in the most tedious and exhausting profile. Here Timur could not stand it and shouted with anguish:
  - I don't want to work like that! Send me to the plantation or the garden.
  The boys froze, tanned, thin bodies tense.
  Pontuss was clearly delighted with the new occasion for the execution:
  - Yesterday you were quiet, and I was afraid that your family would be left without a visual lesson. That the boy will be driven five times through the ranks.
  An excitement passed through the ranks of the children.
  - That's right. - Peremptory tone said the matron. - Hand out rods to everyone.
  The blows were applied with special barbed rods. They were usually picked by the boys themselves from the thickets, during periods when there was no work. However, indeed, even then children were forced, even if without benefit to the empire, to dig, for example, dig a hole for half a day and bury it for half a day.
  Oleg Rybachenko looked at his children's hands, they were knocked down in calluses.
  The guys automatically dismantled the bars, it seemed to Oleg that they, the instruments of torture, burned their fingers, and their legs became heavy. He didn't want to hit his friend, but he didn't have the courage to protest. He saw almost nothing and hit his big toe painfully on a lying cobblestone. Oddly enough, but the feeling of pain helped to gather and the fog before my eyes cleared. The step became firmer, although the finger turned blue.
  They were built in a semicircle in a long line. Timur was tied with sticks by his hands and his shoulders were twisted to make it more convenient to beat the offending boy. The guys squint and try to look away. By order of Frau Pontuss, they splashed brine, sprinkling blue salt on his lean but sinewy back. Judging by the way the boy grimaced, he began to burn.
  The hostess smacked her lips.
  - Now you all get a lesson. Hit harder, whoever cheats will be doomed to reprisals.
  The assistant in this case, the rhinoceros rat bared his fangs:
  We'll deal with them right now! The monster muttered.
  The boy was moved between the rows. The boys slowly raised the rods and the first blows fell on Timur's back. Judging by the scars on the back and sides, the boy was punished more than once, so he just sighed and breathed heavily, like all the boys trying to hold back the screams.
  - Hit harder! shouted Pontus. - Let him yell.
  The first blows were delivered by the smallest boys, who simply did not have the strength to cause serious pain. But then the older guys started beating me. The child's back was cut with red stripes, blood dripped. The pain, intensified by blue salt, made Timur scream, he even fell, a board was driven in with nails below and pricked his chest.
  - No need! - The boy shouted. - I will work wherever you say.
  - Of course you will! - answered Pontus. - But first, a spanking.
  Yesterday's comrades were too excited and beat their yesterday's brother. Both people and aliens thrashed with the same ferocity. The boy was screaming, his bare feet leaving bloody footprints. The rat-rhinoceros snarled and hit the kid with a club on his bare, tanned legs. He wanted to cause more pain to the boy. The blow fell on the sinewy ankles, and the next on the heels. Timur squealed and sagged. Then the torturer plunged a thick needle into the buttock, pouring in the liquid.
  - Right! Pontus said. - Now he would rather die than pass out. Nobody escapes punishment.
  Oleg Rybachenko was standing almost at the very end of the line, and it seemed to him that it was the blows of the whip that fell upon him. Timur was let down, the boy himself only twitched, shouted and cried. His round face turned crimson with pain, a grimace of suffering twisted it.
  Seeing Oleg, he whispered with pale lips:
  - Have mercy!
  The boy hesitated: he froze.
  The rhinoceros rat shouted:
  - Well, what are you waiting for! Bay!
  Oleg Rybachenko replied:
  - No I can not! He is my friend!
  The rhinoceros rat grinned:
  Do you want the same for you?
  Oleg trembled all over, turning pale:
  - No, but!
  Pontus interrupted him:
  - Enough! The boy signed his own sentence. What are you worth mordovorot. Pour it well and hang it on a rack so that others admire it.
  Oleg was pushed out of action, pulled to the goats. The boy tried to resist, but the rhinoceros tigers dealt with him like a kitten. Hands twisted painfully, bones crunched. They put it on the boards, the boy felt the roughness of the tip of protruding nails on his cheek and stomach. They pierced into the muscular, chest, chin, front of the thighs, knees. His cheek was scratched to the point of blood.
  - Oh, don't! - Asked Oleg.
  - Necessary! - Said the rat-rhinoceros, so that everyone could be an example.
  The boy felt brine being poured on his back, and then salt being poured. It stings like mustard plasters. Oleg grimaced, his callused feet were smeared (the last time he was in that strange memory that surfaced in this vision - he put on sandals about six years ago), they almost immediately began to itch wildly. The rat-rhinoceros plunged a needle into the buttock, it pricked roughly and painfully, the burning liquid went inside.
  - Now you will be very terrified, and you will not lose consciousness. - The monster croaked, baring his face, he would have stuttered and the producer of a horror movie!
  - For what? groaned the innocently imprisoned child. - For the sake of Christ, show mercy.
  The rhinoceros rat, spraying poisonous saliva, replied:
  - I don't believe in these fairy tales about the good Jesus! In general, if there is a God, then he is evil and cruelty. And the more evil and suffering you inflict on your neighbor, the more power and bliss you will receive in the next world.
  - Absurd! - He said, turning pale with horror, and suddenly God really is such a boy.
  - You'll see! - The offspring of the cosmic Tartarus giggled. - But do not hope, today you will not die.
  Pontuss in a barking tone commanded:
  - Get started! Let him remember for eternity the kisses of the whip!
  The captive pioneer prodigy trembled as he heard a piercing whistle, and then a strong concussion blow from which the skin on his back burst. The rhinoceros rats hit hard, but at the same time restrained their strength so as not to kill. A scream escaped the boy's throat, he shuddered, a tear came out. Biting his lip until it bled, the boy restrained himself. A moment later, another blow followed, shaking the entire body. Oleg Rybachenko took a deep breath, the pain, intensified by salt and brine, was unbearable.
  Pontuss shouted:
  - Go on!
  Again whistle and blows! Cuts through to the bone. The boy was burned to the very insides. It seemed to beat off the stomach. Despite his best efforts, part of the scream leaked out from his tight lips.
  - Mother!
  Again blows! On the back, between the sharp shoulder blades, and, finally, on the bare heels. The boy screams, he no longer has the strength to restrain himself. The scream erupts like a volcano from the throat and what appears to be the nose. Pontuss is satisfied:
  "Now I see you are beating him to the core. Beat him well, but don't kill him!
  With each blow, the pain gets worse. Tears mix with blood and fall on the bed. The bloody stripes on the back join together, merge into a crimson mess, the thin white bones of the boy begin to be exposed. Oleg Rybachenko is suffocating, he does not have enough air, the wire has dug into his bent ankles. Bare heels buzz with jarring, rough, calloused skin does not move immediately, but droplets of blood still come out. The blows intensify, it seems that lightning passes through the nerve endings to the very ridge. Other boys are silent, conscience does not allow to approve, fear of reprisals does not allow to condemn. It can be seen how the heads of the boys drooped, but their eyes follow the execution. Curious and nerve-wracking, most have already been flogged in a similar or more sophisticated way. You think if only it wasn"t for me, and sometimes there"s malice in your thoughts: he screams, but of course he could stand it, not such a weakling as Oleg.
  The beating is already on the bare bones, the back, sides, thighs are a solid wound. If not for the injection of the stimulant, the boy would have been screwed to death - he died from a painful shock. And so he plunged into something worse than Dante's Hell. This is when every molecule, every cell, every vein is saturated with nightmarish pain.
  Pioneer Oleg Rybachenko tried desperately to distract himself from the pain. Remembering his parents, the happy era of distant childhood, he seemed to push off with his feet, from the red-hot bubbling lava of suffering, but she again sucked him in, covered him with his head. So they sailed through the ocean of torture, the dream of death as a deliverer from torment. I remembered the words of the Revelation of St. John. - And they will want to die, but they cannot. This is how the fate awaits sinners who torture children. The Lord will reward them a hundredfold, and the most important punishment, as Jesus says in the Gospel of Matthew, will be eternal. And some will go into eternal life, others into eternal torment. This is somehow comforting, awakening hatred for enemies, the desire to survive and win. The boy manages to shout:
  - You will pay for this, for every shed tear of a child you will answer on the day of God's Judgment.
  - Shut up bitch! - Rhinoceros rat roars.
  - You can't stifle the truth. The pioneer sighed.
  - Get more!
  They hit him again, investing all the rage, breaking bones, but the pain has already reached such a threshold that it simply cannot get any stronger. This is iron, which can be heated to a certain temperature, and then it spreads.
  Pontuss understands this, the old woman (or rather, she looks no more than forty years old, but actually exceeded a couple of centuries), has a lot of experience as executioners:
  - Well, that's enough! And then it will die! Let's heal a little prisoner and torture him with the help of a computer. I just have a program "torture of the Olympians."
  Rhino Rat, deliberately yawning, says:
  - Now where is it? To the infirmary?
  - No on the rack! - The matron cut off without appeal. Let it hang as a warning to others. Inject only injections to support the heart. And let them drive Timur through the ranks again, and let him get the rest of the blows from you. Once a spectacle to breed. Need to work!
  The foreigner with a whip tilted his head and moved his furry ears:
  - Listen to the hostess. Well, run it again.
  New blows fell upon Timur. This time, no one dared to protest. There was not the slightest desire to fall into the hands of the executioners. Timur screams every now and then falls. He is picked up and beaten again. The second series of strikes is already coming to an end. Only a few boys remained. One of them is the eldest, sixteen years old, a beard is already breaking through and a mustache is visible. He obviously hesitates, strikes, but does it easily, barely touching.
  Frau Pontuss is furious:
  - Hang this lazy young man on a rack and tie a stone to his feet. Let him suffer.
  The boy is seized, he strains his relief muscles, the fruit of hard work, and shouts:
  - Well, what are you looking at, guys beat them!
  The boys shudder, a rumble sweeps through the rows, but lacks the determination to rush at their tormentors.
  The young man is dragged, each rhinoceros rat is at least seven times heavier than him. It's pointless to fight back. But then events occur, at the level of those that change the fate of the empire. Two shots rang out and the rhinoceros rats fall, the backs of the monsters are cut, deep craters gape. The young man freed himself and fell, but immediately jumped up with a cry:
  - See, there is God's justice.
  Appearing like an angel from the darkness, the golden-haired girl, who looked so much like her sister-in-arms Margarita, answered:
  - Rather human. Know that a deal with the Devil does not guarantee heaven on Earth and a warm place in hell. Leaning on Satan is like sitting in the electric chair!
  The second to this fiery Aurora loudly:
  - What's going on here is a plot for a horror movie. Do this with children. Get the boy off the rack.
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head and... woke up. She did not lie down during the vision, but simply stood still...
  And quite a bit of time has passed. The Nazis were still doing
  Food preparations. But this terrible dope that arose from the inhalation of smoke from a strange moss by SS doctors seemed by no means short.
  Oleg Rybachenko immediately thought why these Krauts had no effect. Are they without filter masks? And why such a nightmare in this hallucination. What are they doing with it?
  But the Nazis themselves behaved quite naturally, even became somehow more friendly, hinting that, they say, they could eat with us.
  Indeed, they pulled a pair of hefty thighs of a cow stolen from local residents. Then one Nazi dragged a hefty cauldron, and the second fascist, along with Oleg, went for water. Again, it seemed strange to the inquisitive pioneer, two leather buckets, and ordinary metal or wood at worst. Moreover, one SS man, which was also not quite typical, was dragging himself.
  The pioneer was not quite confident on his feet, the blows on this execution were too real in feeling, and the descendant of Lomonosov guessed that something more than a simple or even not a simple hallucination was behind this.
  Water flowed a hundred paces from the camp, a silvery, sparkling crystal jet from under two stones overhanging the balcony. Oleg Rybachenko greedily leaned towards her. The boy just now felt that everything inside was baked into stone, or rather into coal. Greedily clung to the pleasant coolness and ... got it in the ear.
  One of the SS men, hiding behind a rocky wall, clicked something on the panel of a complex device and giggled like a rat.
  The blow was inflicted by the fascist without malice, but with such force that Oleg was thrown onto the stones, he stopped hearing with his left ear, and this side of the head was really numb.
  The bully-doctor in a dressing gown and a golden chain burst out laughing and growled:
  - Boxing! Boxing!
  . CHAPTER #4
  The pioneer boy jumped up and rushed at the young SS man. Aiming under the breath deceptively with the right hand, and with the left cunningly hiding behind. He attended a couple of boxing classes, but his memory is absolute. For example, a fake punch and a sharp half uppercut and half side left hand. Then the body, thigh, abs, and even leg extension are included in the blow. And - most importantly - usually boxers fighting right-handed do not expect to hit with an investment from the left hand. The surprise factor worked, Oleg Rybachenko did it! A young and well-trained SS man did not know that at least Oleg was not left-handed, but he could throw a "gun" to the left. And caught a hook in the jaw. And the cool one - the SS soldier stood on his feet only because he crashed back into a sheer stone block ... And the weight of a half-starved boy was not enough to dump a selected soldier in the SS, they don"t take weaklings!
  If Oleg Rybachenko had been a more experienced fighter in this movement, he would probably have gone for a series of finishing moves. But the skill is not praise, and physical characteristics too.
  But he did it quite well, especially considering that the blow was not practiced in training, and Oleg Rybachenko himself, despite his great natural abilities, was cool about boxing.
  Now he even regretted that he had not signed up for the section where the coach Faranenko said - you will grow up to be a big guy, but with a quick and lightweight reaction. Soon the USSR will participate in the Olympic Games - and you could adequately fight for a medal!
  What do you say? Oleg Rybachenko answered this as follows:
  "I"d rather save my head for more useful things for the country than to clean each other"s nickels!" For example, if you make a tractor that runs on sawdust, or even on ordinary garbage, then much more
  The Fatherland will benefit!
  But now the boy himself received capital.
  So Oleg Rybachenko had never been beaten before in his life. An adult SS man quickly crushed the organized resistance of a ten-year-old boy, albeit tall for his age (which he nevertheless showed and hit successfully a couple of times) and skillfully thrashed his fists - raised the fallen one and beat again. When Oleg Rybachenko stopped resisting (That is, he almost lost consciousness, that is, there are still thoughts in your head, you are not in blackness, but your body no longer obeys. Those who seriously fought in the ring probably know what it is like to be in a grog.). The fascist allowed him to fall and, strangely enough, he never hit the fallen one. However, the doctor-executioner shouted something to him in an anagram language. He took a bucket and poured water on his bruised face.
  The feeling of a drowning kitten, and the water from the ice that has just melted is so cold - just winter swimming!
  Oleg shook himself, stood up and spat on his boot with blood from his left cheek that had burst from the inside. The SS man didn"t beat him anymore - he suddenly sighed that, considering in what troops, the monster serves surprisingly, almost sympathetically, and began to draw water himself into the buckets made with crocodile (also apparently not such a wastefulness) skin buckets ...
  Rybachenko Jr. noted this circumstance as good and bad at the same time. The good news is that they won't be killed, at least until the experiment is brought to its logical end. True, the finish line can be very narrow-minded and possibly a relief from suffering! The bad thing is that they will be heavily guarded and in order to escape, in fact, one should use ingenious ingenuity!
  Soon Oleg Rybachenko became convinced that being guinea pigs means having certain advantages over other prisoners of war.
  It turned out that captives and captives would also be fed hot. Respected, it means that the SS guards had long ago devoured something from cans and simply lay on some kind of bedding, clamored or slept. Well, werewolves roamed around - either hunting, or carrying a patrol, or both . However, Oleg was not pleased. He lay on the shifted bare legs of Aurora and another young girl (not to fall on the damp, still cold ground?) and hissed - Margarita wiped his face with the edge of the sailor's coat, soaked in melt water, taken from Oleg Rybachenko, saying approvingly:
  You are now a real man. Lost on fists, won on fools!
  Aurora suggested:
  - Yes, I'll make him a facial massage, the cut will heal faster.
  Oleg Rybachenko smiled through force. Very unnatural. He became ill, to the point of dancing devils with plasma skates on their hooves. And at the same time... did he feel more cheerful now? I was a little afraid of continuing: now they will lay it out on stones and beat it with whips from the heart, or maybe they will try it with a twinkle. But the Nazis didn"t even look here, and talked about something in their bird dialect, taking turns tasting from the boiler.
  Margarita whispered in her ear:
  - Of course, well done ... But be smarter! When strong seem weak and vice versa!
  Oleg Rybachenko grumbled:
  - Unfortunately, there is no point in pretending to be weak, because it is so!
  Well, they hit hard on the horns ... In addition to the cut cheek, they were still staggering, though not much, the backbone is strong - two teeth. The ribs hurt, and the ear ached.
  However, the execution during a fantastic vision caused much more suffering.
  - Enough, okay, - Oleg Rybachenko pushed away Aurora's long fingers with his newly shackled hands, sat down with the hem of his sailor suit. Shivered. - No, it's cold. And eat hunting ...
  How, after all, consciousness depends on being - you will unwittingly become a Marxist. If only you survive!
  Prison gruel was plopped into aluminum bowls - they were transported in one of the armored transports. But there were no spoons. Apparently, it was believed that slaves would eat thick porridge anyway. Or they decided to make fun, because these spoons are not such a shortage. Well... that's better!
  You become a real savage - the boy burst out laughing, and immediately clamped his mouth shut so as not to get it.
  The porridge turned out to be buckwheat porridge mixed with pearl barley - thick, almost unsalted and, of course, without meat or something similar, well, maybe they added a little fish for the smell. An elementary, almost empty mixture of two grains (and they themselves burst with smoked meat, judging by the smell). But the pioneer boy's stomach had long since reached its limit: so that the hunger receded a little, returned only at the sight of porridge, but with tripled strength.
  True, it was bad to eat - a couple of times the hot mixture fell from the inside onto the wounded cheek, and tears welled up in the eyes from pain - but what is it ?! Yes, and "bracelets" interfered, Oleg Rybachenko jerked his hands, angrily threw sparks from his eyes around him ... and at some point he realized that his right hand had crawled into the ring from one of these jerks to the middle!
  Incredible - did the SS really pierce so primitively. That would also get rid of the wolves trained by punishers!
  Oleg Rybachenko froze. Immediately he forced himself to chew, hiding behind a bowl. And with his right hand he twisted until the hardened steel cut into the skin quite unbearably.
  In the SS, it seems not everyone is so cool!
  And he realized that, perhaps, he could pull his hand out. A ring designed for a larger hand - a man's or a local youth, maybe even an older boy who worked a lot. But for the sweaty hands of a pre-adolescent boy, Oleg Rybachenko, the trap turned out to be wide.
  The boy whispered:
  - Waiting for victory! Waiting for victory! Those who yearn to break the shackles! Grandfathers won the Fritz! We will also fill them up like a game!
  Aurora, affectionately looking at Oleg Rybachenko, with a smooth movement pushed his hand back (blood came out from a wide cut and abrasion on his hand). The second neighbor at that moment moved, covering what was happening. Oleg looked the fiery devil in the eyes, she winked. And she also began to drill with emerald lasers at point-blank range, like a cobra - inseparably. Then she shook her head, pointing discreetly at the werewolves. Then, without ceasing, to eat - to grab directly with scarlet sponges from a cup standing on a raised knee, lowered her hands and began to draw winding lines turning into waves on the wet ground.
  Oleg Rybachenko did not understand anything, but a victorious song was already sounding in his head;
  Young, sweet, pure;
  Red Soviet country!
  The sun rises radiant
  Given with your heart!
  
  Our lakes are clear
  The stormy crystal of the river!
  Boys run around with a ball
  Run up the hill together!
  
  The chest is bursting with air,
  Spring in every blade of grass!
  I turn to the Lord
  Let us be blown away by evil, trouble!
  
  The time has come harsh
  Fascism has invaded Rus'!
  We will forge a new one for the battle,
  Let communism reign!
  
  Together, things always argue,
  We are like a clenched fist!
  The cavalry used to ride
  Well, now a steel tank!
  
  The great work of Lenin
  We will continue as we are!
  Stalin the wise genius
  What taught us to win!
  
  And finally, I will tell you
  Who saved - lost!
  Thought more precisely - I will express,
  The final is coming soon!
  Oleg Rybachenko, after such sand, it already seemed that the sea was knee-deep! And the mountains for sure, on the shoulder!
  The girls also perked up and whispered from ear to ear. All had hope.
  The descendant of Lomonosov and Stenka Razin puffed out his cheeks and then gasped - the damned cut hurts.
  What if you manage to escape? Oleg Rybachenko quickly looked to the side, as if his thoughts could (and who knows, if they can send him, glitches, then it"s not known what kind of equipment they have!) overheard the SS escorts.
  The fiery devil with a hell of a gleam in her eyes touched the steel rings on the hands of the pioneer boy and nodded approvingly: they say, yes, you can try! This is clear even without discussion and without further ado.
  The fox-haired warrior whispered:
  - Even if one survives ... There will be someone to take revenge on!
  But then Oleg Rybachenko internally turned to stone, as if from freezing. And one simple thought froze him: he would twist his hands. And then ... but then it will be necessary to help the rest of the girls free themselves. Otherwise, he is not a pioneer-excellent student, but who ?!
  I remembered the words: the leader is not the one who goes forward himself! And who steps and helps another!
  And who are they to you - such beautiful girls with legs broken in blood. Something inside the young Leninist was indignant - with the roar of thousands of tornadoes, it rebelled! It turns out - run as fast as you can and ...
  In fact, if we run away, then when there will be no other chance. Otherwise, it's a betrayal.
  He met his eyes again, first with Margarita, and then with Aurora, who, also clearly cheered up, was licking the bowl with taste. And she, sticking her nose out of the bowl, winked.
  - We're not holding you! - Fire devil added. - If you leave, you will definitely come to help!
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded and answered:
  - I swear! Honest pioneer will contact the partisans and you will be saved!
  Well, that's what we decided! What followed was much more prosaic. It was already good that it was not Oleg who got to wash the bowls - apparently they either feared to unchain him again or decided to let the girls work hard. A trifle, but in this position it is pleasant. The bad thing is that again I had to go, and when these fascists calm down. Can't find anything more or less sustainable.
  It"s a little chilly, and although the wind has subsided, clouds pulled up on horseback, and a cold rain began to scatter from them. The SS men seem to be even pleased now, although they and their werewolf wolves carried a wet stench.
  I had to go a lot. Such a world here is a special microclimate of the Crimea. Usually not rainy, but in this case with gusts of wind.
  The girls had already slept well and the cold invigorated them.
  But for some reason Oleg Rybachenko wanted to sleep, his eyes treacherously stuck together.
  Yes, such a weight, as if a hundred-ton carcass presses on you and does not breathe deeply.
  Oh, I"ll get sick, thought Oleg Rybachenko, heavily rearranging his legs, which again began to stiffen. "I"ll definitely get sick now, but what then?" The Nazis will definitely not use aspirin or inject penicillin, and they will probably regret even honey. Or is it still not? Saved for experimentation? Where are we poor fellows going now?!
  Again, reality with rain and suffering disappeared, and he fell asleep on the go. Which, probably, is only beneficial in this position;
  Space in a sense - a battle;
  Pioneers Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko, as excellent students and outstanding athletes, received the right to represent their country in the USSR at friendly boxing competitions organized between children's sports clubs of the USSR and Germany. Both countries are still considered allies, and rumors of an impending war have subsided. Indeed, the German troops have withdrawn from the border, and the Wehrmacht is conducting a victorious offensive in Africa, and has already conquered Egypt, and has just been told about the capture of Gibraltar. Connections with which Stalin personally congratulated the Fuhrer!
  There are no words for delusional vision, but what does not happen in the universe. Oleg catches himself thinking that - again inspired by the artificial influence of some rays or something else. But everything is so real that there is no strength to resist this delusion.
  So, you can safely fly to an almost friendly country. In the German press, only good things are said about the Soviet Union, and communism is even put among the fraternal ideology of National Socialism. Moreover, a movement similar to Stakhanov's appeared ...
  Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko are boxers from the youngest age group, they are only eleven years old, the lower limit for performances in competitions. But the boys are quite large for their age, and even the era is not as rapid acceleration as at the end of the twenty-first century.
  Oleg, however, is smaller, thinner, from a lighter weight category, but very fast. Dmitry is larger, wider in bone, he can be given the appearance of a boy-hero at least fourteen.
  Boys differ in hair color. Olezhek is light, like a natural blond, like a snowball. Dmitry with brown hair, brown hair. Oleg is a few months younger, and with his round face still looks like a child, and Dmitry is simply handsome, worthy of a propaganda poster. Girls are already staring at him, not believing that this is just such a big kid.
  However, Oleg Rybachenko is much more erudite than Dmitry, although both boys are very smart and study for the same fives. Indeed, in a Soviet country, good athletes must be excellent students.
  The rest of the guys are older, but up to eighteen years old, although a couple of heroes are a good two meters tall and weighing a centner ...
  Boxers, the best young cadres of the country ... And the champions of Germany and the countries subject to it will fight with them ... Among children, of course, or juniors.
  They fly non-stop on the largest passenger liner of the Third Reich on the Moscow-Berlin route.
  Boxers sit separately, but there are also wrestlers, weightlifters, football players, swimmers. All juniors and excellent performance. Stalin ordered that our new generation, born under the Soviet regime, show all the best and not lose face. And, of course, everyone is eager to fight ...
  Dmitry asked Oleg:
  - Have you made a tactical plan for the battle?
  The pioneer boy replied:
  - I have a dozen plans for each opponent... But you must first look at him, and only then make a decision... For each individual approach, the slightest movement and specifics, including the physiological structure of the enemy, dictate purely individual tactics.
  Dimitri snorted contemptuously:
  - But I'm doing much easier! Without tactics, I rush at the enemy, hit harder and more often and break.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - There are few such large and physically developed guys like you at your age. Therefore, the tactics of pressure pass. You can just roll over. But here I am of almost normal height, well, maybe a little above average, and to become the champion of the USSR, such a huge country, one pressure is not enough. After all, you can"t take the enemy with brute force, because he also trains, leads a healthy lifestyle, eats right, studies tactics. And then it needs to be replayed like in a game of chess. Sometimes even something, sacrificing for the sake of the mat.
  Dmitri objected harshly:
  - And my opponents are training, and in the final, the boy was even bigger and heavier than me. A lot depends on how you train. Some people think that it is possible to become an Olympic champion in two weeks, working to the point of exhaustion... This is a delusion. After all, the most important thing in sports training is not so much to give a superload, but to produce a super-recovery. But there are the right individual selected sets of exercises, and the most important thing is the subsequent recovery and gain of strength ... After that, you fight in one breath, throwing out hundreds of blows in three rounds, or rather, in fact, much less.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  Well, that's certainly true too! In particular, the secret of proper breathing, and injections into the growth points of the child's body ... There are some Know-Hows of our guru here. But I don"t understand why he doesn"t share them with other coaches?
  Dmitry whispered:
  - He told me in confidence that we are with you ... Not only boxers, but first and foremost soldiers. We still have to do something special... Very important, even more important than Olympic gold!
  Oleg tilted his bright head and said:
  - Something more important .... Perhaps he told me this too ... That the fate of mankind may depend on the deeds of two Soviet pioneer boys. Just like a fairy tale.
  Dmitry philosophically remarked:
  - And where do fairy tales come from, if not from life. Maybe this really will be the case! Although we are not ugly ducklings, but ... It is still premature to call us Eagles.
  Oleg Rybachenko smoothly changed the topic of conversation:
  - Do you think the threat of a German invasion has finally passed?
  Dimitri shrugged his broad shoulders in bewilderment.
  - Here, in my opinion, you are more of an expert. On my own, I think that you can"t immediately hit with all your arms and legs, then it"s again impossible to attack in all directions. True, if you move in a jump ...
  Oleg Rybachenko chuckled:
  - It sounds quite logical ... But we don"t know what Hitler specifically had in mind, but the tension really subsided, and German planes stopped violating our airspace, and the clanging of caterpillars is not heard abroad, this is a fact. Yes, and the Fuhrer, some of the workers returned back to the machines. That is, the Third Reich hid its fangs... But we must not relax.
  Dmitry took out a baked sandwich with fish and special fat-free cheese from his satchel and handed it to Oleg. Then he took out twice as much for himself. Offered:
  - Eat ... You can not take long breaks in food and protein intake. When the concentration of amino acids in the body falls, the muscles lose strength.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - For bodybuilders who work a lot, this is quite true, but for boxers ... After all, we don"t have any meat, the body paints, and even more so it increases combat effectiveness!
  Dmitry, having bitten off a sandwich and added a tomato to it, agreed:
  - Not everything, but ... I even eat or drink egg whites at night so that the concentration of amino acids does not fall. And best of all, not chicken eggs, but quail or ostrich eggs, well, the latter are really rare ... Although in Central Asia it seems that ostriches have already begun to breed ...
  Oleg quite seriously (in tone) joked:
  - A very valuable protein in the front legs of a frog. I recommend to try!
  Dimitri giggled like a boy:
  - Yes, but even more so in oysters with red Indian pepper!
  Oleg, however, carefully took a bite from the sandwich and began to absorb a piece. The fish was red, tasty, soaked in ketchup with crushed garlic. It was possible to add a little strength ... Like Winnie the Pooh, for example ...
  - Winnie the Pooh lives well in the world! He has a wife and children, he is a burdock!
  Oleg suddenly suggested:
  - Can we sing?
  Dmitry, without much enthusiasm, remarked:
  - Isn't it too early to sing?
  Oleg Rybachenko smiled:
  - Just right, especially since we flew over the border of the USSR!
  Dmitry asked his partner:
  - Scissors or paper?
  Oleg waved it off.
  "Maybe it"s better to do without childish jokes. We are peaceful people, but our armored train managed to accelerate to the speed of light...
  Dimitri interrupted:
  - No! We don't need kindergarten songs like that. Come on, something a little more... patriotic!
  Oleg puffed out his full lungs and began to sing, composing as he went. Danka, in turn, sang along very well. Or rather, his voice was like a marshal's trumpet, and maybe even Jericho's;
  Pioneer is a proud word
  Tie Stalin Rodnoy tied.
  There is no other than the party at home,
  For me, the communist ideal!
  
  I swore to serve the Fatherland forever
  So that the Motherland flourishes magnificently,
  To make it better for everyone in life,
  So that the flight becomes more abruptly than an eagle!
  
  Thundered - the war has come,
  So, boldly, the boys go camping!
  The Wehrmacht put a stinking snout,
  So we will send it to the expense!
  
  They didn't give rifles to the guys,
  There was an answer you years - are small!
  All the same, they fled to the soldiers,
  Because bayonets are so necessary!
  
  Near Moscow we fought on snowdrifts,
  They rushed barefoot through the frost ...
  Beautiful pioneers run in robes -
  No grenade, so hit with your fist!
  
  How cruel are fascist kats -
  How much can you drink their blood,
  But the Nazis will come to retribution,
  The vultures will turn into game!
  
  For lunch, a modest ration - hunger,
  Soldiers got frostbite on their feet...
  I'm basically just a kid
  But the fathers are proud of the feat!
  
  The tank is rushing, the "Tiger" has pushed the muzzle,
  But the young fighter squeezed the grenade!
  And the fascist bastard came across a mine:
  Here is his hot torch embraced!
  
  Even the little one will be a giant
  If you brought up courage!
  Pioneers as links are united,
  Soul stronger: titanium - metal!
  
  The Wehrmacht did not pass, they got it in the forehead,
  Steel coffins choked!
  There are such boys in Russia,
  Generations of descendants are proud!
  
  The battle again, this time, on the Volga,
  Pioneer - the terminator has become!
  Fascists have full morgues
  And the rampart of death is broken on the shore!
  
  How many of ours died - there is no count,
  How many will die again - no tears ...
  But such fighters believe the work;
  Resurrect who is worthy of Christ!
  
  They became Komsomol members in Berlin,
  There he gave an oath of allegiance!
  Half of Europe with the Union barefoot,
  Our young team stepped off!
  
  And now we will build a new world,
  Everyone will become a creator-demiurge....
  Sink into the abyss of suffering - war,
  We will not know what fear means!
  
  Kindness in the universe begin to rule
  And then the pain will disappear, believe me ...
  With us is the best of all genius, Stalin,
  Defeated Hitler's hell beast!
  
  We fought bravely for this.
  Forever honored...
  And understand that the party is important -
  The universe will lead to a dream!
  The message plane sang this song in unison. It sounded so solemn that one could burst into tears ...
  . CHAPTER #5
  The vision disappeared, and the boy writer and genius again found himself in the reality of a wandering column.
  From the impossibility of a trivial conversation with someone (after the vision, the language became completely numb!) Oleg Rybachenko was additionally furious. And somehow I didn"t even immediately realize that they were approaching the forest. It ended - soaked, and underfoot there was a well-trodden road, although soaked, but clear, cut here and there by traces of carts, cars, caterpillars of light tanks, motorcycles and even horse hooves.
  The cold mud, which looked like nasty soap, turned out to be just as slippery, Oleg Rybachenko miraculously kept his balance several times, and in the column two or three girls fell and quickly got up.
  Margarita herself, rather exhausted, encouraged her brother in arms:
  - It's getting dark, they'll let you rest soon!
  An hour and a half after the rain began, they passed what from afar seemed to be a range of hills. Near Oleg Rybachenko realized - these are not hills, but a shaft with machine-gun towers. An ancient, Crimean rampart, stretching to the east and west, as far as the eye could see. At regular intervals on the "hills" were visible gray stone rings almost leveled with the ground - the ruins of watchtowers. Between two of these - into the hollow, which was once, probably, the opening of the gate, the captive column passed.
  Then they were again taken to sleep. They didn"t even remove the shackles and didn"t begin to feed. Sleep covered the girls, like a raven's wing;
  Suddenly, the scenery in front of the girls changed (and that dreams are too often pretentious!) And they ended up in the sea, more precisely on the pier with a sea view and cool.
  The Komsomol girls went to the port, the silhouette of the destroyer was not far away, about a couple of kilometers, but it almost merged with the horizon line. Here they were again attacked several times by five cockroach rats. These are such disgusting creatures, with six legs, that you look and pull on vomiting. However, it's a matter of two seconds, stabs with daggers and it's all over.
  The beautiful Margarita even sang:
  - And for me, like an emetic, then a love potion!
  Red Aurora let out a whistle through her nostrils:
  - But the behavior is good - and I'm tight in the jaw with a leg!
  More dangerous creatures were seagull axes. They had the ability to shoot with their beak. The point was thrown out and pierced the skin, injecting acid. Then the ax bird sat down on the defeated victim - tore the meat. True, here they were mostly shot already. But four predators with mutually sharpened heads tried to attack the scouts.
  - Here they are another perversion of nature! - The fiery devil Aurora noticed ...
  - Who created them, never perverts anything! - In the new mission of Margarita, atavistic religious feelings again appeared. Personality changes if certain forces awaken in the subconscious. - So pleases the Almighty God!
  The red-haired demon in a short skirt and hair burning hotter than a flamethrower again objected:
  - No, this once again demonstrates the mighty power of mutations. A series of similar impacts could give rise to life!
  Throwing two chakras, the girls cut off the predators, and then caught the disks that returned to them.
  - Like a boomerang, but titanium cuts! The fiery devil smiled.
  - OK! That only this titanium does not cut, this metal is weaker than a blotter.
  The girls began to turn the boat around. The fiery devil, then unexpectedly pleading asked:
  - Let's finally compose a song Margarita!
  The snow-white blonde smiling brighter than the sun asked:
  - To bring us good luck!
  Cool Aurora blurted out:
  - Exactly! Let the loser cry - the scoundrel envy!
  The Komsomol girl leaned back and sang softly, the words floated and shimmered:
  Oracle among magic stones,
  Born of the storm - the bright sun!
  We are not a spawn - flawed darkness,
  How color on a ray the song winds!
  
  Sometimes rock is certainly harmful -
  We are in trouble, grief, death, prophesies!
  And ghosts in pale brilliance,
  Shine like a sign in the night!
  
  But we won't be superstitious
  Russian warrior - sword in hand!
  Serve Jesus faithfully
  Let the devil forever fool!
  
  There is no stronger homeland,
  After all, our will is like metal!
  The wise Stalin leads the attack,
  "Andryusha" tornado on Cologne metal!
  
  We will serve Russia sacredly,
  I dreamed of dedicating my heart to her!
  The soldier has the sharpest bayonet,
  And the flame in the announcer - speeches!
  
  Praise to you Rus' with a hymn,
  We sing hymns to her,
  Vengeance will come to adversaries -
  Let's deal with the crow!
  
  We will build a new holy world,
  God bless us!
  Girls luxury and updates,
  You will not become Caliph for an hour!
  
  Reward us with a wonderful vision -
  The voice of the Lord is calling to the sword!
  Life will become sugary jam
  When you are strong as "KAMAZ"!
  
  Homeland lush oak forests,
  Where do you know with your soul, you will rest!
  You will receive oceans - glory,
  You will enter the Kremlin as a master!
  
  You are a knight - a tribe of giants,
  Seas spaciousness and ice floes shine!
  The sand of the golden big desert,
  And with emerald velvet - forest!
  
  We go boldly into a bloody battle,
  Though "Tigers" formidable roar!
  The claws of the Nazis paws,
  In appearance, Adolf is certainly cool!
  
  But got a mustache in the face,
  Snout twisted, jaw off!
  And our people are great, proud,
  Revealed power to the fascist creature!
  
  Now it's time for the light
  The grace of heaven has come...
  In poems, feats are sung -
  Christ the saint in the soul is risen!
  Aurora applauded, clapping her hands so that a cloud of flies rose:
  - Margarita sang well, but you need to sing psalms in the church choir. All thoughts are jammed on a religious theme!
  - You have to atone for your sin. - Said Korshunova, who again fell into religious ecstasy, matured. - He who sells his soul always remains at a loss - he gives the immortal for the mortal!
  The fiery devil laughed.
  - You, I see, are also able to speak beautifully! Okay, honey, now we have a fun walk.
  Sitting on an inflatable boat, not distinguishable by radars with a coloring under a night butterfly, the Komsomol girls swam to the heavy destroyer. Now they had to do something big. In a moment of danger, all reflexes and reactions became aggravated. Komsomol girls felt sounds for many kilometers, splashing waves, screeching seagulls and even yawning fish. They heard someone swimming across! Komsomol members, throwing up a machine gun, saw a guy on an air mattress. He took off his mask, and the face of Denis Baranov appeared. The zombie officer, a previously convicted penal, in this vision noticeably rejuvenated and much prettier, winked at them.
  In a hoarse voice that crackled the air, he said:
  - I was sent by the great black Fuhrer!
  - But we didn't write anything! The girls exclaimed in unison.
  Mirabela was not at all pleased with the appearance of a hardened criminal from their battalion here, but Aurora, on the contrary, bared a satisfied smile. By the way, surprisingly, as soon as the convict threw off a decade and a half and got rid of the scar, he turned into a pretty nice guy. If they didn't know in advance, they probably wouldn't have recognized Baranov.
  - And it is not necessary! - Exclaimed, besotted former convict. - My only goal is to die! In my next life, I will become a sultan, and there will be a hundred thousand virgins in my harem.
  - Deal with at least one. Otherwise it will be nishtyak, just the opposite! - She declared, trying to seem more witty than Margarita is.
  Denis fell silent, usually such zombies are not particularly talkative. Although this time, it was a war machine.
  - Do you have a decent military experience? - Asked Aurora. Indeed, after all, they have already gone through the Second World War and found themselves in the future. Not as futuristically beautiful as described by Soviet science fiction writers, also full of wars and, most importantly, various mutated creatures.
  There is such a thing - magoraradiation and unter-radiation.
  Magoraradiation is radiation that does not kill the living, but changes the properties of matter, including transformations, the merging of various forms of life - including animate and inanimate.
  Unter-radiation - unlike ordinary radiation, causes not the ionization of atoms, but their permutation in molecules, and most actively in DNA and cells that carry genetic information. In some cases, it can be used for medical purposes, for speedy regeneration.
  - Of course! Baranov said confidently. - I fought many times!
  Red Aurora doubted:
  - And who did you kill?
  The ex-convict blurted out:
  - Infidels!
  The fiery devil wrinkled her snout:
  - How are you a Russian officer:
  - I am a Mujahideen and my task is to destroy the infidels! - Baranov whined. - So I'm destined forever.
  Aurora whispered in Marguerite's ear:
  - Do not argue! Better do the job.
  Zombie that purred under his breath in Arabic. The radio broadcast the latest news.
  - In Chechnya, militants have become noticeably more active. In particular, an attempt was made to shell the government house. During the battle, five policemen were killed and eleven wounded, the losses of the militants are being specified. According to some reports, the former chairman of the Sharia court received about one hundred million dollars from foreign sponsors and is actively striving to work them off. A special operation was carried out in the mountains: the bandits were dispersed.
  Zombie revived:
  "We will soon hit the unfaithful so that they will run away to the whistle and ridicule!" His words were interrupted by a rolling wave, he threw the boat up and doused it with spray. - That's right, I say!
  - In principle, right! Aurora let out sparks from her eyes. - USA is a big enemy of Islam. She decomposes it with the help of Hollywood, porno newspapers, mystical series. Now we're going to have to shoot some Yankees.
  The girls swam up to the destroyer. Captain of the first rank Rudolf Reagan, after taking a sip of his favorite cognac (well, all these Americans are drunkards, it is not for nothing that the United States became a symbol of an unhealthy lifestyle and decay!), lay down on the bed, resting his head on the whore's chest. When in his youth he was fond of guys, and after Franklin Truman allowed homosexuals to serve in the army, he had experience of relations even with admirals. And somehow even with a four-star hero of the Indian war. But under the terminator president, and even a Muslim, morals became different and gays were pressed. After that, Rudolph Reagan decided to show his omnivorousness by inviting whores. Nevertheless, caressing the delicate female body, he did not stop imagining guys, muscular, black, capable of delivering inexpressible pleasure.
  The bastard of course they are then a pervert!
  Rudolph Reagan allowed the whore to ride him, but he could not discharge himself and became exhausted. No, he urgently needs a boyfriend. Although men are somewhat worse than women, they have little money - they want career growth. Galina noted this - it will come in handy in the destruction of the enemies of Soviet Russia; Americans and their allies.
  The guards are behaving carelessly. It is cold and they prefer to keep warm with undiluted whiskey. Margarita frowned (here are the finished drunks - after all, the alcohol molecule symbolizes the destruction of the body, especially the female), the Yankees are fools!
  Waves shone on the monitors, sometimes creatures appeared. One of these dangerous animals was saw-crab and at the same time nettle shark. A terrible animal, dangerous both on land and in the sea. With its claw with stinging needles, it could well bite a person in half or even worse poison. There were no girls to be seen, they were splashed with a reflector, and the zombies have an ambient temperature even a couple of degrees colder.
  Throwing the whore aside, Rudolph Reagan said in a hoarse voice:
  - Go away, I want to sleep. Yes, and you march to the big bed!
  - As you wish, just pay! - Disheveled whores squealed.
  - You are not skillful enough, half a mower is enough for you! - Rudolph Reagan answered, and then with difficulty kept himself from burping. - As you wish! But this is robbery.
  - At what plan? - Soldier prostitutes were surprised.
  - You have a good job. - Rudolf whined. - Enjoyed and enriched, and I will shake like hell! The General actually shook, his double chin quivering.
  - Don't get naked! - The prostitutes shouted in despair (and what a shame when morality is inserted!). - I'll go look for another client!
  - But mind you, our sailors are temperamental. - Rudolph Reagan remarked with an ambiguous threat.
  The Komsomol girls were already close. The zombie leaned against the warrior Galina, resting his head on her shoulder. The dead officer pressed his cheek against her silky scented hair, kissing the top of her head. Cold lips unpleasantly burned his hair, the officer smelled of a corpse.
  - Back off! - The angry Margarita uttered menacingly. - I also found a lover.
  - I didn't mean to offend you! You just look like a gouria. - The semblance of a rational corpse began to hiss.
  We will fight in masks. No one should see that we are girls. - Her friend Aurora Firefire took out a flask with a stimulant. She took a couple of sips. The flask is not particularly cunning, made with an accordion, so that there was no air in it. So the life-giving liquid expires by itself. Warrior herself a note - added. - As it empties, it shrinks: as a result, the water does not splash, you can move silently.
  In other respects, even the sounds are different, deaf, as if devoid of power. The ringing girlish voices seem hoarse. The waves are like a black blanket in the darkness of which lights sometimes flicker, almost square fish try to spit something out of their mouths. Here a bright silhouette jumped out of the water, and was cut almost in half by Aurora's burst. This fish has sharp fins and did not want to get hurt on them.
  The Komsomol girls are not visible, the boat automatically changes color to the seascape, just as the costumes show the qualities of chameleons. The disguise is perfect. It can be seen in particular how the sailors catch mutant fish. They do it very simply: First, they dip the rubber, thickly lubricating it with engine oil and gasoline: the smell spreads far. The rat turtle loves him, she generally eats chemistry like a cockroach. Catches, swallows, clinging to the hook. The truth is, you can"t eat this muck. But the live bait is not bad. Large fish peck at it, sometimes the size of a dolphin. Some of them are edible and are even considered a delicacy.
  There are also poisonous ones, but experienced cooks are able to neutralize them, and this makes them even more expensive. In particular, the emerald carp fish is found only in the radioactive Radikal Lake, as it was called in tune with Baikal, only now it is polluted. Emerald carp spotted with uranium causes drug intoxication, I will be properly fried, a mistake even in one minute will entail the painful death of a gourmet. And such "glitches" are unusual, bright in color, you will even see this in a blockbuster. Very profitable fishing, meta-quasi-lethal mutants, emerald and radioactive, dangerous when consumed, and at the same time, they tried to breed carps large as catfish outside the zone, but they died there.
  The girls saw this and raised their guns. Margarita suddenly recoiled; a thin squeak sounded in my ear:
  - Four hundred meters to the ship.
  The blonde terminator, delighted, replied:
  - We're continuing our rapprochement.
  Aurora's and Margarita 's eyes could see in the dark as well as a cat's, if not better. There were a little more people on board, about thirty-five people, including mercenary fishermen, many of whom were drunk. Zombie also took aim at his opponent, the former convict officer had a machine gun with a silencer.
  He took a kiss, quietly clicked the safety catch, turned on the night-glass. He had a professional feel to him, especially when he held the rubber eyecup to his face so as not to give away his position to the onlookers with a greenish glow.
  The girls looked at their opponents through computer optics. She immediately fixed the targets, setting them to the maximum rate of fire: one thousand five hundred rounds per mine. At the same time, the girls distributed the victims, it was necessary to remove thirty-four people at once. The computer gave a hint on how and at whom to shoot.
  The soldier observer stood near the fan of the fence, he smoked a cigar, and from time to time sipped whiskey from a flask.
  - Americans are carelessly serving! - Aurora noticed and added maliciously with poison in her voice. - This is the result of their rotten liberal democracy.
  - Our think better! Margaret grimaced. - Especially those who were hired into the army, which are not of Slavic origin?
  - Don't be fools to drink too! - The Komsomol girl rubbed her nose. - It itches, perhaps to rain. Or maybe a big hit!
  - I'll take it off! Opponent of the Third Reich... - Zombie convict whispered.
  - In general, smoking slows down the reaction and blinds the eyes! Margaret said. - I would personally ban cigarettes.
  At the stern of the grand destroyer barter is visible, there are several twin quick-firing guns, the Lincoln class - next to them with a couple of gunners on the seat. The other two are engaged in fishing. Paired "grobodon" on the starboard side. And then an American, like a Negro, went away, looking at something on his "mobile phone". Apparently "pornukh", a kind of video. In general, the guns are dangerous if fired, it is not known whether the "armor" will save the stones, and the inflatable boat is definitely kranty.
  - So the goals were distributed. We come closer. - Said the fiery devil. - Primitive cattle must be seen to offend.
  - Sneak up like snakes! - Supported Margarita, wriggling her waist.
  The zombie spoke eloquently.
  Observant as always, the red-haired Aurora noted the bow guns with escort and so far safe. Several machine guns, heavy, perhaps more powerful than PKM. And then the crew, a guy is visible, most likely a Chinese, a very tense, even nervous sentry. Probably, the newbie here is how he stretched out. Nearby is an officer, casually leaning on the railing, a radio operator with antennas walked past him.
  Let's allocate goals! - Offered silt, playing with chewing gums Aurora.
  - I will advance to the right, you to the left will capture a large territory! - Margarita ran the edge of her hand over her throat.
  The inflatable boat split into two parts, the girls turned around.
  - I will sweep the machine gunners! Aurora flashed her teeth.
  - And I'm a gunner! Margaret giggled.
  The destroyer is by no means small and it is very important to break into it suddenly, interrupting it and dropping into the cabins. The Komsomol girls felt nervous, the experience of the murders was not too small, but all the same, their hearts began to beat quickly, their heads were noisy from the release of blood.
  They give themselves a mental command to calm down and act coolly. Not every even an experienced fighter or doctor can do this, but the pulse calms down. A sharp ear picks up conversations, because not all the Yankees are visible, but they must be removed at once.
  Who in particular in the upper superstructure. There, apparently, they are cut into cards. Yes, even in a primitive fool. How degenerate the Yankees are, the opponents of Soviet Russia. So strong American words are already heard. As many as five soldiers, and they will also have to be removed.
  - Only it seems that we have a simple operation! Margaret noticed. - And so avoid unnecessary noise that there was no trouble!
  - We are in the role of the king of sabotage Thunder Wind! Only here we beat the Yankees. Although, to be honest, a country that shoots such cool action films should be our ally and close friend. - Komsomol member Aurora wrinkled her eyebrows, in a special formidable bend.
  - If I had not been born in the USSR, I would have preferred to be born in the USA. The civilization of America is hundreds of cultures from all over the world! - Margarita teasing someone, showed a long tongue.
  - Victory over a strong opponent usually costs more, but you won"t give it away for nothing! Aurora growled.
  - Except for the Great War against the ghouls and trolls, whose fruits were lost. Margaret sighed heavily.
  - Temporarily! - Rigidly cut off the fiery devil.
  The girls took a big risk. Notice them, heavy machine guns would immediately start working. They are even more dangerous than cannons, they need time, though not much to aim. Also, after all, the Yankees have computers, as well as night vision devices. And how many shells do you need to roll out their glamorous ones? Then they can be sunk even by blind shooting, or by turning on the most powerful radars. Yes, and a spotlight, you can see something vague, in particular, zombies. This guy unmasks the Komsomol intelligence officers. At the top, another type appeared, the muzzle painted like a blue one, went to the fishermen.
  We're in trouble again! - There was concern in Margarita's voice.
  - We'll take pictures of everything at once! It's a matter of five seconds! Aurora took a sip of her stimulant. She nudged her partner with her elbow. - Yes, and you drink!
  There is a strip of light near the side itself, but this is not a problem.
  Margarita says, or rather, commands the zombies:
  - Don't shoot without a command.
  - Listen, ma'am! - Answered "convict doll".
  Now all the goals are captured and here is luck. On board the "fishermen" I pull out a beast shimmering with rubies: a miracle fish-paste. Even four guys leaned out of hiding, now all the targets are captured.
  - It's time! Hypervolley! - Aurora whispers. - She likes to stand out.
  Machine guns beat silently the splash of waves, completely blocking their shooting. Twenty-five bullets erupt in one second, and fifty in two. And you need to remove forty-six people at once. Even with misses and the inevitable dubbing, two seconds is enough for a complete sweep. Only a thin whistle of the movement of bullets, even the shutters did not click. The claps are barely perceptible, only the butt slightly pressed down on the shoulder.
  - That's what an electromagnet and acceleration means! - The fiery devil said with admiration.
  - And also our abilities! Margaret snarled. - Praise to the great creator!
  - Not given by God, science! Aurora objected.
  Although they hit from different points, they were quite able to talk, even at a great distance through mini-walkie-talkies.
  - Let no one go over the limit, let's start disembarking! - ordered the Komsomol warrior.
  It's funny that all the paratroopers are three people, two Komsomol girls and a living convict corpse. The female rangers are throwing target designators. Here you can see that three more blacks came out.
  - God forgive me! - Pious Margarita whispered, sending the fighters to a better world.
  Zombie shot only two that smoked at the side and peered into the distance. Here, in general, there was something to admire, and who would condemn the sailors who relaxed in a friendly port.
  Out of the corner of her eye, Margarita managed to notice the bloody clouds flying out of empty heads.
  - Calculation is coming! - The blonde terminator says. - Opening an account!
  - Looks like you don't waste a single second! Aurora ordered.
  The destroyer board instantly rose in front of the scouts. There are only corpses on deck, not habitually quiet, only curdled fish beating its tail against the side.
  Again waking up in the most interesting place. The Komsomol girls hastily get up and, jumping up, run again. They were not even allowed to have breakfast, so they let them go hungry barefoot on hot sand. So run again and don't slow down. Looks like they have to work hard...
  Aurora encouraged her friend:
  - Keep your nose up, you cool Soviet woman! Then we won't break under the tank!
  Marguerite snapped fiercely:
  - Yes, I did not think to break! - And understanding the double meaning of such an expression, she added explaining. - And even more bend!
  Komsomol warriors buried themselves in the side. For a moment, the stern blocked the already dim light. Soviet scouts climb like Spider-Man using Velcro boots. Margarita also helps the "ballast": a zombie pulls almost by the scruff of the neck. It's good that this man is not from large specimens. Here they are on deck. One of the fighters raises his head, the Komsomol girl cuts him off with a boomerang disk.
  - Calm down bitch! - She tells him.
  They climbed in quickly, at the same time sticking boats. Now everything is correct! The whole deck is under the guns of beauties. Here two sailors leaned out, half a second and there were holes in their heads, they just managed to twitch.
  - I keep the enemy at gunpoint! And now silently remove all! Augustine commanded. - In general, she took on the role of senior commander, fearing that too "kind" and religious Margarita would screw something up. Korshunova tries not to notice this. Moreover, as one of the Soviet marshals said - two people are not a detachment, three are not a company!
  Margarita took off her boots, putting them in her backpack, and walked barefoot along the side. Swiftly, she took off the machine gunner hiding in the cell, it seems that he still did not realize what had happened. The Komsomol girls pulled their wonderful machine guns from behind their backs, smiled, one of them took aim at the entire aisle, it is necessary to clear the entire aisle.
  Aurora suddenly ran faster than an Olympic sprint. One-two and she is near the bow guns. There are about twelve fighters, half of them stand on the "shrew", others are cut into cards. They have two whores with them. It's a pity for the girls, but such is the bitter fate of a prostitute. Payment is separate, and disassembly is wholesale. Aurora cuts everyone off with a short burst, from a silent weapon. She does not need a collimator sight here, and so there is a backlight, and the sailors do not expect an attack from the rear. Yes, in general, great conceit plays a role: who dares to attack a destroyer full of soldiers and sailors.
  - Move like a fox down the aisle on the right! Aurora murmurs softly. - Let the zombie stand still, he will only give out with his Chinese boots.
  - Sure, I'll clean it myself. Margarita answers.
  The movements of the girls were worked out on numerous virtual machines, they were taught to capture ships, tanks, fight in labyrinths, storm planes, plant explosives.
  Yes, such a false or genuine memory from another world emerges in this fabulous futuristic vision.
  If desired, the scouts could deceive the "G-2" to bring explosives into the office of the British Prime Minister, and do a lot of other things. So now Margarita moved through the guardrail, quickly took the passages under fire from a favorable angle. A couple of blacks, and one yellow one came up. Margarita missed closer. Five more followed. Then once a short queue laid everyone down.
  - Everything will be easy! - She answered. For some reason, the conscience receded, there was a passion for the desire to do their job as best as possible.
  . CHAPTER #6
  A Komsomol girl ran into the tank, so there were seven more fighters. I took them off after I ran to the nose, but from the other side. Zombie, despite the order, did not stand still, but walked along the deck along the stern, but fortunately he was not visible.
  Going to Margarita's nose, she put four more, since they walked in an embrace, even seemed to be kissing.
  - I went to the door! - Threw the blonde terminator.
  Aurora, who did not lag behind her, confirmed:
  - And I cleared the guns.
  - Wet the Yankees! Margarita stuck out her tongue.
  - And very effective! - Aurora picked up a dropped cigarette butt with a finger of her bare foot and threw it in such a way that it fell directly into the beak of the American "eagle".
  - I'm moving from the side! - She threw laconically a fiery demon.
  The beauties moved on. Aurora almost came face to face with a black guy. He wanted to scream, but the girl covered his mouth with a kiss:
  - Calm down kitty.
  - You are my divine! - He said.
  - You have good lips, boy, but I have no time. - A Komsomol girl squeezed an artery near her nose with her fingers. - Sometimes I feel sorry that I did not choose a career as a tennis champion. There would be money, fame, a lot of handsome guys and no murders.
  The guy leaned back, his tongue popped out from behind his mouth.
  The red-haired Aurora made a couple knelt down on her knee, fired offhand, destroying the next guys. Commanded:
  - Galina make a circle and get close to the stern.
  - Of course, this is the most important thing for us. - Issued by Mirabela
  A Komsomol girl walked through the center with a sandal, killing a few more militants along the way, in particular, she ran along the upper superstructure. And then the speed is on her side, a couple of incomprehensible cries, even no one had time to shoot.
  - And the descendants say, cowboys are fired quickly. Lie, probably!
  The machine gun (a weapon that talks in a dream is not uncommon, you never know what it is capable of, the subconscious!) could not resist the remark:
  Your professionalism is beyond praise.
  - Maybe you can say something else! Mirabela stepped with her bare foot on a dropped, flaming lighter and grimaced in pain.
  - You are perfection itself, you are perfection itself,
  from a smile to a gesture is beyond praise!
  Commit an atrocity with the enemy, a major fanaticism,
  And bring down a downpour of lead, with burning ash - napalm! - The cybernetic device of the machine gun softly sang into the earpiece.
  - Cleverly you distort the hit! Mirabela chuckled (but she couldn't remember where she heard the song!) and rubbed her sore heel against the rough metal.
  The machine replied:
  - The program has a sense of humor. To raise the spirit of the fighters!
  - Previously, films were cooler, so that the spirit with strength every day,
  but tell me what will raise, porn movie "Emmanuel"! - Mirabela answered with humor (And who is Emmanuel, where did such an image come from in my head. Maybe from the word Emmanuel?).
  And she laughed at the joke.
  Raised over the edge of the fence, the girl caught four poor fellows, cutting themselves on the prefix in the strategy.
  - The team is completely shattered! It's good that your last moment will be happy!
  Aurora silently descends the ladder, takes up position in front of the door to the setting. Creeps out a massive, one hundred and sixty kilogram Negro. A Komsomol girl hangs over him from above, resting her butt against the side walls of the corridor. Thug, muttering.
  - Fakyu! Why so quiet! - Aurora - beats him with a butt on the temple. Then he picks up the carcass, allowing it to gently lower.
  Because love has come to you! - She answers.
  The Komsomol girl did not let us down here either, she entered like the wind, a queue, mowing down two dozen, of which half were asleep. The strong smell of alcohol said that the Yankees had time to celebrate something.
  The dream is interrupted, a siren roars in a low timbre. The girls are woken up with rubber whips on their legs and forced to line up.
  They pick them up and shackle them again, pushing them further.
  Before that, however, gave food. Again porridge mixed with not too fresh fish. But this one is salted even more than the norm. Apparently old, expired canned food from among the trophies was thrown into barley. And they added salt to the fish for disinfection. The captured cadres have not yet lost their value for the Nazis!
  Oleg Rybachenko hobbles along with them. Although there seems to be enough time for sleep and even more, but there is no cheerfulness. Painfully, the dream exhausted the boy.
  So he walks like this and feels, as if on the head, tapping memories of the fruits of strange hallucinations that the Nazi experimenters inspired in him;
  Here in a dream he sees Dmitry. He looks like that thin and tall boy who is shackled along with them, but taller and muscular. However, the face and name are similar. Also a strange coincidence. And this boy had a couple of easy fights, against the boys' team from Slovenia, and then Romania. Both fights are quick knockouts, and in the first minute! The third fight was tougher. The lean Italian had excellent defense and leg mobility. He did not let himself be knocked out immediately and left well. Dmitry's opponent finished the first round on his feet...
  Then the boy in the second round, not paying attention to the possibility of running himself into a tough oncoming one, simply ran to the opponent, throwing blows from both hands. And he received an accurate and swift direct blow towards him, right at the point of the chin.
  For the first time, the young boxer shook, but this only angered Dmitry. He jumped like a tiger and hooked his opponent with his right.
  The vis-a-vis staggered and fell to his knee... The referee counted the knockdown and gave the signal:
  - Boxing!
  The Italian, it seems, lost his mobility and, after a swift deuce to the temple and cheekbone, fell, and spread his arms so hopelessly that the referee did not even begin to count, but immediately stopped the fight. The stands, filled mostly with schoolchildren, whistled and roared. However, among the public were high-ranking SS officers. The defeated boy began to be pumped out, the girl massaged his cheeks and kneaded his neck ...
  Dmitry was even scared:
  - Have I killed him?
  But after a minute of vigorous manipulation, the young boxer's face turned pink, and he opened his eyes. He muttered something softly. Dmitry helped him up and the boy embraced in a friendly way.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in turn, boxed neatly, the fights were amateur, four three-minutes each .... The boy sent his first two opponents in the third and fourth rounds. I had to tinker with the third... And although Oleg Rybachenko, demonstrating a wonderful defense, confidently led on points, the fifth round was appointed.
  The bodies of the boys, naked to the waist, and tanned, shone with sweat, the muscles were shaking, and the veins and veins stood out even more sharply. Opponent Oleg Rybachenko rushed forward, counting on the fact that in case of activity he would be given this round. But the brave pioneer noticed that his counterpart was already tired, and his reaction slowed down. Followed by a rapid side to the left side of the chin and oncoming traffic. The young opponent buckled and fell forward ... Apparently it was a knockout, so he did not get up on the count of ten.
  Then there was a break, three fights in one day in the cup system is a lot!
  Dmitry with a certain amount of sarcasm noted:
  - Here professionals fight fifteen rounds, and before the First World War, there were no time limits at all. The boxers fought until one of them collapsed in exhaustion.
  Oleg Rybachenko here agreed only in part:
  - You know, this is professional boxing, I somehow do not like it. In amateur boxing, you just move around the grid, but in pro boxing, too much depends on promoters. For example, they can rot a very talented boxer without giving him fights. Yes, and champions have the opportunity to prevent too dangerous an opponent from fighting. For example, simply with the help of various delays refusing to sign a contract.
  Dmitry shook his fist:
  - Just let him try!
  During lunch, young athletes were fed decently ... There were even oranges and for dessert bananas, coconuts and mangoes that had not been previously tried by Soviet teenage athletes.
  Apparently, the Nazi organizers of the competition tried to show that the Third Reich, everything is fine, very satisfying and you can afford luxury.
  Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko tried coconuts and bananas for the first time in new bodies, and pineapples for the second time (well, with oranges in the USSR, it"s much easier to eat their own in Central Asia!). Here the guys made a fairly common mistake - they overate ... And there were no adult coaches in the team ... If the Hitler Youth had a slogan - the young should be managed by the young, then the Soviet sports delegation decided to follow this example.
  Maybe it wasn't the best idea to follow!
  In any case, after a hearty dinner with dessert and cakes, three more fights were to be held (if you didn"t lose!) ... And with strong guys!
  After the meal, the boys got pretty carried away, Oleg Rybachenko even suspected that they had been mixed with something ...
  In any case, now the class of young Soviet athletes has fallen, and they began to lose one after another ... Moreover, the judges, along with the referee, were completely brutalized.
  Yes, and the Soviets were already fighting against the Germans ....
  At first, Dmitry felt tolerable, and in the first round the quarter-finals went...
  However, already in the semi-finals, he felt weakness in his arms and legs ... Great weakness and slowing down of movements ... But Dmitry held on to pride, and went forward despite the fact that he missed a lot ... But the boy had a strong head, and the accurate blows of a large, technical and fast opponent only angered him ... And anger and pride, in turn, allowed him to confidently continue the fight ....
  Finally, in the third round, Dmitry hooked his opponent, breaking his nose...
  The German was slightly taken aback and received in the chin. The boy from the Third Reich went back, he was braided. Dmitry developed success, made not fast enough, but at the same time a tangible triple ... The opponent fell, the referee began to count the knockdown very slowly ... The German boy got up, but did not stand firmly on his feet ... Inspired Dmitry rushed to finish him off. A few precise swings... The kid falls...
  The judge is in no hurry to approach him. He asks about something to the side. They answer him...
  A new languid count begins... At the count of nine, the boy is still lying... But the signal for the end of the round sounds. They pick him up and carry him away...
  Dmitry confidently says:
  - There will be no fourth round! It just won't come out!
  In this case, the Russian boy turns out to be right, the seconds gave the go-ahead...
  Oleg Rybachenko, in turn, fights as if nothing had happened ... He scores points in cold blood, and then finishes in the fourth round ... And the movements are still accurate and fast ...
  Only the two of them reached the finals from the Soviet athletes - representatives of the youngest age group. A heavyweight among children, and a middleweight ... The flyweight champion was injured a few hours before departure, and they did not have time to find a replacement for him ...
  So only two Russians ended up in the final, and all the rest, of course, are Germans who will play gold among themselves ...
  The competition is being actively filmed... Dmitry grimaced in disgust:
  - That's how they want to disgrace us! As if we Russians are worse than Germans and not Aryans at all!
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head.
  - Not really! Any division of nationalities into full-fledged and not full-fledged is absurd already by its own formulation of the question. And what can I say, if our ideas are generally international!
  Dimitri chuckled and agreed.
  - And we will beat them internationally ...
  There was, of course, a break before the final battle... And then the Germans built another dirty trick for the Soviet boys... Allegedly, they offered to polish their sneakers with gloss. But as a result, the shoes on the boys' feet suddenly softened and began to crumble ...
  I had to throw it off and run to wash it in the sink ... Dmitry was seriously angry:
  - Why did they do it? They wanted to provoke us into a fight, and then remove us from the competition?
  Oleg Rybachenko quite logically remarked:
  - Yes, not only that! They will also want to show that there is poverty in the USSR, and even leading athletes are forced to compete barefoot. Like, what poor children are in Russia!
  Dmitry suggested:
  - Maybe we can ask our older comrades for sneakers? True, they will be great for you, but there will be for me!
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head negatively.
  - No worth it! We will show them that we are able to win even in the most difficult conditions. In addition, it is not shameful for boys of our age to walk barefoot ... As they say, barefoot childhood ...
  Dmitry clenched his fists with such force that his knuckles crunched. The young boxer said:
  - Well, they pissed me off! No, they just specifically pissed off!
  Oleg Rybachenko replied:
  - So let the anger give you and me strength.
  Then the memory was interrupted by the touch of Dima chained next to him, the boy whispered:
  - Did you see that too?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered succinctly:
  -Yes!
  It began to rain again, which is not quite typical for the Crimean spring. This is both disgusting and chilly. It"s even dirty, and the calluses that form on the soles ache disgustingly from soaked cold water. A column with barefoot captives entered the forest a few hours later, already in the late afternoon. Apparently the SS men were in a hurry to take cover from the rain. The pioneer boy almost forgot what happened to him. Yes, and to the face of a young Leninist to think about the cold, clothes that are wet through, stiffened legs and steel fetters made of durable stainless steel, which erased the wrists to the blood.
  Dmitry broke the silence and said:
  - It seems that I managed to climb around the Crimea during the winter, but ... It's somehow not on the earth!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed, shaking his head:
  - And with us, in general, everything is not like with people!
  The forest was huge. Pine trees stood in formation on the sides of the road - three or four girths, with red-brown fissured or yellow-orange bark like large fish scales, which raised compact evergreen or blue crowns to a wild height.
  And on the branches there are also flowers, which seem to be petunias. Not a forest, but a fairy tale, a feeling of falling into another world. But there is also a minus - in the dirt on the road there were a lot of thorns, sharp, like steel needles from a sewing machine.
  Some of the girls were already groaning as they stepped on them. Dima, squeezing his hand, said to Oleg Rybachenko:
  - It's a nightmare! Don't believe in visions!
  Mirabela put her hand on Dima's blond hedgehog, which had already begun to grow, and whispered:
  - Believe it or not! And look under your feet! It was not enough to bring an infection to yourself!
  Juniper grew thickly in the undergrowth and ... already ripe wild strawberries with strawberries. The spirit stood - a mixture of spring pine and spring strawberry and juniper aroma. It seemed to get even warmer. And I simply could not believe that a hundred steps from here - wet, if not tundra, what kind of tundra could be in the Crimea? But still, bad weather and black cold rocks, under which the fascist hordes are marching. It is a pity that the admiration did not last long - pain in the hands, mouth and back, cold, dampness returned, and Oleg Rybachenko felt very unhappy. Just to the limit.
  However... the excellent student-pioneer suddenly chuckled. More than once during the short time spent here in captivity, he thought: well, everything is bad, it can"t go any further and worse! And every time it turned out - there is even a lot.
  In a strange way, this thought comforted him a little. Oleg even began to remember the map of the Crimea from the Atlas. But he could not remember it - and strayed into bewildered thoughts about the fact that something completely impossible had happened. You can get into a different time - this is science fiction since the time of Mark Twain fell in love. To another space, which is more modern, to another planet - suppose! To hell with it, with the mind - all of a sudden it's super-civilizations; people who are a million years ahead of humanity in development indulge! Everything impossible is possible - I know for sure !!!! But so that at the same time your essence, memory, all expression and not only yours would change?! This is totally - boundless and transcendent ...
  Oleg Rybachenko asked Dmitry:
  - Do you have a plan for the fight?
  The boy replied:
  - The plan is simple - hit! - Shaking the skinny one, on which every bone is visible with his back, he added. - But it's good all the same when you are not just a skeleton, but powerful muscles play on you. Good sleep... But you have become smaller!
  - Small but daring! - Trite, but aptly answered Oleg.
  And the road became smoother, meanwhile quickened. And it's so strange that in the Crimea, but everything seems to have died out. A couple of times motorcyclists with a hated black swastika jumped towards us. And then for about five minutes a convoy dragged towards them - large wagons harnessed by philosophical-looking bityugs with closed sackcloth luggage, on which sat ruffled policemen-men in camouflage raincoats and bandages of betrayal. Also accompanied by a transporter. Unlike tanks, Hitler has a lot of them. Then another detachment on trucks, plus motorcycles with a sidecar, easily overtook the captured slave girls. There are a hundred cars, no less, almost all painted in khaki color.
  On the move, the Nazis called to one another with the columns of captives riding in the head and, in fact, horsemen, slaves, and Oleg Rybachenko could swear that the voices were mocking. The SS guards remained silent. The doctors rode on some kind of armored vehicles shaped like turtles and heavy, still pulling caterpillars. They bristled with machine guns. But it seems, thought Oleg, that they don't really like this role - guards-escorts ... They even hid their bestial muzzles.
  Dima remarked:
  - Executioners are not respected in Germany either!
  Mirabela said something again, nodding after the vile SS soldiers. Oleg sighed.
  - Kill them! All to one, to Hitler!
  Dima remarked with a sigh:
  - Eh, I don't understand their language. And then I would ask if we will finally come soon ...
  Oleg Rybachenko languidly remarked:
  - I know German, but it's of little use!
  Meanwhile, the rain stopped, and the sky cleared over the trees, the sun appeared. Oleg Rybachenko had another problem - he wanted to go to the toilet more and more in both ways. And something prompted: it is unlikely that they will stop because of this. For some reason, the impossibility of such an elementary matter, the fact that even here it depends on someone else's will, the pioneer boy was utterly angry. In addition, the desire was becoming quite painful. Both the SS men and their minions solved this problem without stopping, but this only caused disgust, and not a desire to follow their example.
  Sometimes you regret that you fed enough to cause need. Fascists know how to cause problems - born sadists. Or was it the way the party brought them up?
  Oleg Rybachenko had already begun to be seriously harassed, when he suddenly pulled in the still damp air, with smoke, then a dog barking and human voices were heard, on the right, sharply, clearing immediately began, on which soldiers were doing something - only a dozen or three, and behind it smoke rose above stone and massive buildings. Children dressed in camouflage dashed headlong from the road towards those located in the field. Not Russians, judging by the cries and armbands with a swastika, there were twenty of them - they ran and yelled. By the time the column approached the village, at least a dozen soldiers had already come out to meet them - with large grenade launchers and portable machine guns equipped with wide grenade launchers. They were led by a hefty old man in the uniform of an SS general.
  Or maybe not grandfather, but just gray-haired, because there were no other signs of old age in him, and the gesture of a long knotted hand, decorated with gold bracelets, looked royal and imperious.
  And he has awards ... Oleg Rybachenko read in the reference book, and was amazed - that so many can be collected in a collection. The highest is the Knight's Cross with oak leaves and swords. Above only, the same, but with diamonds, as well as the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross, but only Goering has such an award. The Star of the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross is even higher, and throughout the history of Germany, it was awarded to all two people - Field Marshals Blucher and Hindenburg. Well, the order of the eagle with diamonds will be higher.
  The column of prisoners stopped. The pot-bellied "doctor-boss," as Oleg Rybachenko dubbed the head of the convoy, dismounted and spoke to the gray-haired one. The rest looked at the convoy frowningly and tensely. Oleg Rybachenko noticed that everyone in the field abandoned their work, and the children who had run away came almost close. The first German, they marched in a column. And behind them are the locals - skinny: barefoot or in woven bast shoes. Local beggar guys turned out to be only in colorful checkered shirts - black and white. Such ragged ones that it is not immediately clear where the boys are, where the girls are; all shaggy, fair-haired, but gray with dust or brown-red, long-haired, monstrously dirty, but with lively, clear eyes - curious, a little frightened and clearly pitying. Oleg Rybachenko also noticed that the SS convoy was trying to stay as close as possible to the slaves and away from the local people. The Nazis did not clamor, did not bully, and generally behaved quietly.
  Margarita, looking at this, noted:
  - Where did the SS bravado go?
  Oleg Rybachenko wittily replied:
  - Went to whips and loops!
  The gray-haired general, meanwhile, just pointed at the SS men with degenerative snouts a couple of times, and then, when the fat man began to object something with foam at the mouth, he waved his hand, sharply, as if slashing with a sword. And the fat man also waved his hand, but with an annoyedly agreed look, and then gave a short command. Armored cars roared, and the Wolf Riders plodded on down the road. Half a dozen local soldiers followed. The rest surrounded the captive slaves, and the column moved again. The gray-haired one shouted at both the children and the workers in the field, and he himself walked next to the dismounted human escorts.
  Dima, shivering, noted:
  -Something they did not share!
  Mirabela said with a smile:
  - Yes, let them quarrel and release each other's guts!
  A stocky young bearded man from the local SS fighters, who took his place next to Oleg Rybachenko, frowned at the boy pioneer, shook his light machine gun, then shouted in his head:
  - Are you a Russian pig at least something to think?
  And grinning, he added:
  - Will we be in Moscow and Washington or not?
  Oleg Rybachenko realized what they wanted from him, quickly turned his head, met Margaret's gaze - desperate and at the same time as if saying: "Lucky - great things await us!" - but the gray-haired general waved it off, and the bearded man, grumbling something else, looked regretfully at Oleg and said nothing more. Oleg Rybachenko almost understood what he wanted ... Let it be even vaguely.
  But so much the better, so the experiments still make sense? Do the Germans really want to know the future in this way? But it turns out to be a contradiction. Friendly boxing competitions are out of the question after such a war. Fascism and communism are enemies forever. Or is there something else ... How painfully the temples ached.
  The military settlement turned out to be behind a low, but solid palisade - with a platform for the soldiers of the monstrous SS organization, with powerful - however, wide open - gates. Only one thing seemed strange to Oleg Rybachenko - stone gate pillars, covered with carvings in the form of infinitely winding flowers and stems. These pillars did not fit in at all with the general view of the village, where it was dirty (however, maybe it was after winter?), And the houses, built of stone tiles, caulked in wide cracks with yellowish moss, turned brown with flat thatched roofs.
  But there was an ACS. There is no self-propelled gun, and on a caterpillar track, a modification unfamiliar to the inquisitive Oleg Rybachenko. Here, for example, weapons - a mortar no less than 350 millimeters in appearance. He confessed he had never heard of such a thing.
  Moreover, the car looks like it weighs under eighty tons, and how was it dragged along the Crimean mountains at all? Want to experience impregnable Sevastopol during the assault? From this assumption a little ache in the empty stomach. What will the Russian soldiers have to do under such blows. Here everything breathed the Middle Ages, mixed with modernity and technical innovations. Like holes with bells and whistles. You won"t even be surprised if there is a TV here, and even a color one. Not black and white.
  The room turned out to be the same, into which they brought, or rather, drove the slaves. However, no - worse, because here no one bothered to caulk the cracks with cement mortar, and it smelled very familiar to Oleg Rybachenko - pigs. Under the hangar, the slaves decided to adapt either an abandoned or temporarily empty barn (the smell from such places almost never disappears).
  Margarita frowned so much that she became terrible and whined:
  - Here we are again lowered! Well Hitler you only get me!
  But it was a roof over their heads. Plus, the slaves were unchained. Although, as Oleg feared, they did not provide a toilet here. In the past premises, where the prison is more modern, it is much more comfortable. Fritz, though the pig does not like dirt.
  However, he thought about it, having already done his business at the far wall. And sighed. What can I say ... It's not pioneering, it's not beautiful at all. Everything is not in the pants, already a small victory. And the girls, too, apparently had to be here ... It's better not to look ...
  Aurora, however, does not lose heart:
  - Another adventure... We live and breathe in this happiness!
  Oleg Rybachenko blurted out:
  - And in the next world it can be much better!
  The fiery devil winked at the boy:
  - I'm ready to argue, the opportunity to check how in the next world it won't float away from us!
  Oleg Rybachenko sang softly in response. It helped to cope with humiliation and shame;
  I will devote to the fatherland without a trace -
  Let there be a feat, a warrior is exalted!
  The blow of the sword and the glove is thrown,
  Ruthless King of the Earth Law!
  
  The volcano is on fire - the waters boiled,
  My amber lips of love!
  I want to have a moment of freedom
  How airy and pure you are!
  
  Burns like gold precious hair,
  He waved his hands - a wing grew!
  The Lord gave me a priceless gift
  And it immediately became joyful, light!
  
  Where God passed: there grew a valley;
  Blooming, lush white roses!
  There will be honor - the middle of all worlds -
  A gift on the altar that I offered!
  
  Yes, I know, sinful, associated with witchcraft,
  And not worthy of paradise and thickets!
  But on Calvary with Christ,
  I sobbed, wrapping the icon in a cloak!
  
  My you are the best image of all brides,
  I believe the Almighty, the spirit will transform!
  I will bear my unworthy cross,
  And I will raise the shield that has fallen from my hands!
  . CHAPTER 7
  They settled down in a barn, so why put up if the Nazis are used to even treating cattle better than Soviet citizens.
  Three local boys, under the control of the SS, were dragged inside the straw. They rushed briskly, flashing their bare, dusty heels, brought large armfuls back. Last year's, they dragged it, but a lot, almost a haystack. And seven or eight minutes after that, no more, a woman appeared who, along with two local girls, brought some huge flat cakes and two hefty circles of cheese. Speaking in Ukrainian, she deftly divided the food for everyone. Oleg Rybachenko became curious: many asked both her and the boys about something, and all three answered willingly.
  There are a lot of Germans and they are mounting something here. But again, no one knows! Finally, the same boys dragged a bucket of water, and tightly locked the doors. By the behavior of his companions, Oleg Rybachenko understood: this is an out, they won"t be driven anywhere else today.
  Margarita offered her brother in arms water and said:
  - Refreshing won't hurt!
  The bread turned out to be fresh, but unusual, some kind of heavy (that stale piece eaten in the morning, Oleg Rybachenko could not remember the taste to compare). Either unbaked, or they always eat it here (or rather, most likely the second, the rest ate and did not show any discontent). But the cheese turned out to be locally produced for sure - very good, similar to feta cheese, which Oleg Rybachenko adored. It is a pity that the piece was only a third of the palm. Yes, even a teenage boy, not a man's.
  Margarita supported the exhausted brother. He fell on the straw, as if cut down, chewed what he got, lying down, did not even begin to drink. Oleg Rybachenko suddenly realized that he was shivering. One could only hope that it was just a shaking after the cold, and especially wild visions. That after sleep this trembling will pass. Rybachenko Oleg tried to rake up more straw for himself and, if possible, dig into it. He didn't lose his appetite anywhere, he reassured himself, but as he heard people; at a temperature, the first thing that cuts off the desire is to eat. Oleg Rybachenko himself has never been sick - thanks to the genetic structure. True, I did not set up similar experiments on him, including many hours of walks in the cold. So... But maybe it will. And if not, then there is a chance that for the sake of science they will treat him ...
  Some girls shake just as much, but no one coughs.
  Oh, how tiredness fell upon the pioneer boy, from head to toe! Wrists rubbed into blood, swollen scars on the back, injured, knocked down and legs that began to warm up - everything ached, but this whining only increased the desire to sleep and sleep.
  And it"s scary to fall asleep - you may not wake up, or even worse, again be in a vision. However, quite interesting.
  Oleg Rybachenko closed his eyes and immediately swam into the arms of Morpheus - full of dreams, colorful, and deafeningly sounding.
  One and the tests did not end there ... The ring cover was changed by installing iron sheets with spikes that mercilessly dug into the bare heels of the boys ...
  Oleg Rybachenko even gasped, but endured, although he could not stand still, and Dmitry even danced and began to growl ...
  Their rivals were strong, and were clearly older than officially announced. For example, Dmitry's rival is a head taller than him, and his mustache is already breaking through ... But, how can a mustache break through at eleven years old?
  Oleg Rybachenko's opponent is also much larger and heavier, and at the same time, the gangster's face is not childish .... However, the boy is no stranger, the ring is a ring, all sorts of people meet there!
  Both battles took place at the same time .... We must finish quickly, as midnight is already approaching ...
  The transformed Dima almost immediately began to miss heavy blows in the face. His opponent had an advantage in the length of his arms, in weight, and seemed to be perfectly prepared, both physically and technically ... The muscles in general are like those of an athlete's pitching ... However , Dimka is very sculpted and fast ... He was fast, now slow...
  Poisoned Dmitry in the first round missed a lot of single and double blows. Even under the right eye, a hematoma began to swell ...
  The second round turned out even worse, his opponent went forward and beat, beat, beat ... And Dmitry almost did not defend himself, only throwing his head back softened the blows, rarely, but unexpectedly pushing in response, and sometimes pulling out his opponent ... He growled in German:
  - You Russian means not full-fledged!
  Dmitry retorted harshly, also in German:
  - And you are a German, you will get quite fully from a Russian!
  He became furious and put his elbow in the nose ...
  Usually, Dmitry's nose in this universe is very strong, and it has never been broken, even if hit, but in this case, it was not a blow softened by a glove, but the point of a hard bone of the elbow.
  And the blood flowed down the boy's face, forcing it to lick off... Dimka answered... Caught towards The enemy shook slightly and he staggered, but he did not have enough strength to build on success - his legs with punctured soles seemed to be wadded.
  The third round turned out to be no less difficult, the opponent desperately pressed, but Dmitry began to block more often, reflecting blows ... The rules of the final were changed, since we are talking about an international gold medal, the number of rounds was increased to fifteen ... Like a pro. I must say a very cruel decision in relation to the teenagers, who already fought five times that day ... True, Dimka also finished quickly, and his opponent was clearly let down without much struggle ...
  But after the first four very active rounds, Dmitry's opponent slowed down somewhat. He also felt tired, his breathing became much more turbulent and at the same time heavy ...
  Dimka, despite the hematomas and severe burning sensation in his bare feet, even felt a surge of additional strength. In the sixth round, he even hit the opponent in the jaw several times ... But he was also steadfast, large, and possibly also doped ...
  In the seventh round, Dmitry's vile opponent slightly changed tactics and began to try as many blows as possible, contrary to the rules, to strike with his elbow, or even with his head ... Dima began to hit even more often, and in the eighth round he achieved private success, finally flowed from the opponent's big nose yushka... And when he once again moved his elbow, he himself ran into an oncoming post... Mocking Dmitry growled at him:
  - Nu, that caught, which biting!
  The German was even more dispersed, he was still counting on a separate shooting hook!
  Oleg Rybachenko fought more evenly, almost without missing, and taking advantage of the fact that his opponent swung too wide, he met his chin with a left jab, or a right cross ... But the big German kid did not react to these blows in any way. Then Oleg Rybachenko changed his tactics and began to work on his opponent's flattened nose... The German sniffer lasted for a long time, but by the seventh round it began to leak...
  I must say that the opponent of Oleg Rybachenko came out to replace another, lighter and lighter boy. The former one seemed to be injured (Although of course this is a Nazi trick!) ... Therefore, he was fresh at the beginning of the battle, and could wind up a frantic pace.
  But in the ninth round, Oleg Rybachenko also gaped a little and missed a blow, from which he was knocked down ... The boys' bare, knocked down legs spun helplessly ... Olezhek, however, quickly jumped up so that the knockout would not be counted. Throwing, hanging on the enemy ...
  He shook it off, rushing to finish it off ... The horn sounded about the end of the ninth round, but the referee pretended not to hear ...
  Oleg Rybachenko missed a few heavy blows, but held on, softening them by shaking his head. The enemy went into a rage, already not noticing anything threshed. Here the Soviet boy, reflexively, but very strongly, hit the body towards him ... The blow hit right in the liver ... A very dangerous hit ...
  The opponent made a few more strokes and his large face turned purple. Convulsively swallowing air, he fell forward and began to writhe... The referee immediately stopped the fight, and the doctors ran into the ring... drip...
  This had a brutal effect on Dmitry's friend and he went on the offensive against a noticeably tired opponent ... Tenth, eleventh, twelfth rounds ... A tough exchange of blows, but with Dmitry's clear advantage ... The thirteenth round somewhat leveled off, due to a desperate octopus German, and the Soviet boy received a cut in his eyebrow .... But in the fourteenth, Dimka, who had cheered up, again took the initiative into his own hands. These guys still did not know anything, for example, about Mohammed Ali, but in many ways they copied his tactics.
  By the fifteenth round, the German"s hands dropped from fatigue, and he no longer reacted to the blows, but simply stood, demonstrating Aryan stamina .... In addition, Dmitry, from sprinkled dope and monstrous fatigue, usually smashing blows became much weaker. Let it be! But on the other hand, there were many, many, and they rained down on the uncovered chin of the enemy. Finally, the head, the German could not stand it, the limit of stamina was exhausted and he was a representative of the "Aryan" nation just like dirt slipped down, about fifteen minutes before the end of the last round ...
  The referee began counting obscenely slowly, but after counting five, seeing how terribly immobile Dmitry Lebedev's opponent was, he stopped and shouted:
  - More like a doctor!
  And another juvenile "superman" was taken to the hospital.... After that, the winning finalists lined up to the column and began to march... Rose petals rained down from above.
  The tall boy Dmitry smiled broadly, he was cheerful. But then he suddenly noticed that the camera had moved closer to them, and was taking close-up shots of the bare, heavily studded and slightly bleeding feet of Soviet boys ... His mood immediately deteriorated and he tried to hide his limbs behind the luxurious gilded sneakers of other young German athletes or bury them in petals.
  Oleg Rybachenko pulled him by the hand:
  - Don't! It is your embarrassment that will cause chuckles and doubts ... In addition, in Germany, after the declaration of total war, almost all children walk barefoot, which you yourself saw on the streets of Berlin. So straighten your back proudly.
  The medals they were given were on brown ribbons and real gold, about fifty grams in weight and 900 fine. Of course, for Soviet boys this is a large amount - approximately ... It's even difficult to calculate, since Soviet money seemed to be officially secured, but in fact the issue was made without a gold reserve.
  When the Soviet pioneers ascended the platform, the anthem of the USSR sounded. By the way, it was not Alexandrov's music yet, something like an international. Oleg felt great inspiration here and asked permission to sing...
  Himmler, who was present at the competition, graciously allowed:
  - We will be very glad to hear the composition of our guests from Great Russia.
  Oleg Rybachenko bowed first to the right and then to the left, after which they sang along with Dmitry;
  In life, you are a knight, you fly like an eagle -
  And you don't want to know the landings!
  For us, awards are not a fetish at all -
  We have only one acceptable way to the kings!
  
  First tied a red tie,
  Then when the war came...
  A thin boy took a shovel in his hands -
  So that the needle does not stick into the chest!
  Children dug trenches barefoot,
  A piece of stale for three ...
  Warmed up in the cold with boiling water,
  From biting packs, very angry!
  
  The fighter died and the machine gun fell,
  His little boy picked it up!
  Mighty as "Katyusha" became a blow,
  Fearless, young team!
  
  I shoot at the chain of black shadows
  Where did you get your sharpness?
  As in ancient times the sharpest sword,
  You ran to know the penalty!
  
  War without pity, alas, is not a mother,
  In it, the dryness of the desert is a terrible heat!
  But for the Fatherland you need to give your life,
  Then you will receive happiness as a gift!
  
  But what is it like to be in love?
  Not every boy knows this...
  When the streams pour blood -
  Nazis brutal kills!
  
  But Motherland is love,
  In it is the glory of bright generations ...
  And don't cross your heart
  In it, Stalin - Steel and Flame - Lenin!
  
  Be a radiant time -
  Holy cause of communism...
  The evil horde is broken -
  And uprooted away Nazism!
  
  All of humanity is...
  Councils made united!
  Let there be paradise on the planet
  I am a knight - Rus' is invincible!
  Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry jumped higher at the last words, thereby further enhancing the impression of their song.
  The stands whistled enthusiastically and applauded ...
  While the boys saw, in general, a rather interesting and favorable dream for them, the girls returned to the previously interrupted capture of the ship. Serial visions are rare, but there was clearly something more behind it.
  More precisely, not the conduct, but the fulfillment of the mission of the Hyper-Witch and the Russian Demiurge Gods. Practicing your immortality.
  Now the next compartment, here are the problems from which side the door is open, and from which it is battened down. It's best to either avoid or risk it. However, it"s okay if she turns the knob, they will take her for her drunkard. Then someone unshaven looked out from under the porthole, the girl barely had time to snuggle up. However, he will not consider it so quickly. The door is closed and you have to knock.
  - Who's there? - A strained voice wheezes.
  - Yours! - Aurora answered in English with a clear Texan tinge, showing an unexpected talent for languages. - We brought local rum, whiskey is sickening.
  - Oh yeah! Quicker! The sailor behind the door squealed like a pig. - Of course rum!
  Massive doors that you can't break through with a grenade are open. A type with a confused look is selected, with him a few more half-dressed subjects. From them, as if during a gas attack, it carries, or rather intensely strikes, with a fumes,
  - Where's the rum! they yelled in unison.
  - You are so good! - The red-haired Aurora shoots with great pleasure, laying stacks of sailors. I laid down as many as three and a half dozen, I will have to change the clip. It's good that the bullets are small, compact, you can take a lot with you.
  - Another compartment cleared! - With a certain amount of autumn coolness in her voice, she said. - We managed to make a couple of shots, but here I hope it is not audible.
  Snow White the Terminator replied:
  - And those who heard - go deaf!
  Margarita Aurora passed the next compartment, twisted a little, shot a little along the corridor, going aft, saw how her zombie partner grappled with the Yankees. The dead man, however, showed not hefty strength, breaking the cervical vertebrae.
  Well, you almost betrayed us! - squeaked a girl-Komsomol member.
  - And what was left to do! He noticed me and almost raised the alarm! - Zombie took the form of an offended dog.
  - Well, you have an idea! Lie down and be humble. - Margarita threatened the "servant" with her finger and softly slapped her foot on the deck.
  We had to shoot at the stern, one of the soldiers threw out a grenade, it threatened, everything would collapse. The American analogue of the F-1, flew like slow motion. The decision was born unexpected, this was not taught in the special forces. Margarita abruptly threw the disk boomerang. She turned on her third eye and literally merged with a thin piece of heavy-duty metal. The mind's eye followed the movement of the disk, and then the tip stuck between the tiles, cutting the gun and the fuse blocking the access to acid. A bead of sweat rolled down the blonde Terminator's forehead.
  - Wow, I almost vomited! This is just a miracle. Thank you Mother of God for saving me a sinner.
  The red-haired Aurora heard her and said with concern:
  - What's there?
  - They threw a grenade! - Greyhound Margarita answered.
  - I didn't hear the explosion! - Surprised bear-Komsomol member.
  - You won't believe it, I made it a boomerang disk. The white warrior giggled.
  - This is how it happens. In principle, this does not contradict the laws of nature, if you get between the tiles. - Aurora made a semblance of a fig with her bare toes.
  - And so it turned out! - Margarita giggled, grinning.
  The fiery devil became curious:
  - How many killed in the stern?
  The beautiful Korshunova replied proudly:
  - Twenty-eight people, and the twenty-ninth was strangled by a zombie.
  - Not much! Now I'm moving through the cabins to clear the entire ship. Help me! - In the voice of the red Aurora now sounded impatience.
  - Well, I'll move with you. - Margarita abruptly threw off a piece of bloodied bone from her hair.
  The fiery Aurora swiftly penetrated the wardroom, here several officers were already asleep, and the guards were moving from side to side from the drinking. However, they shouted:
  - You can't come here!
  - Urgent report from Hamilton. - The fiery Komsomol girl answered and gave a turn, almost point-blank. The bullets fly silently, the light is also not the right one, you will not immediately understand that this machine gun is firing at you. So it was amazing if anyone reacted. There were eighteen corpses, and soon four more were added to them, from the bathroom, even six - a couple of corpses fell from the barrel in an embrace. One of the ashes belonged to a prostitute.
  Silent grave in a U-turn,
  Found the demise - little beast!
  Today a dollar - tomorrow a bullet in the forehead,
  Such a dangerous profession!
  
  Yes, the girl did not want you
  Torture, passing exams ...
  There were other confused dreams
  Only twirl briskly asses!
  
  For a river of champagne to flow
  Yachts, cars - all honors!
  Bucks were grabbed without an account by a hand,
  The girl decided on meanness!
  
  But only an idiot thinks
  The brothel is good and a lot of fun!
  I stuffed my mouth with black caviar -
  I didn't know you gave yourself AIDS!
  
  And no one will come to the grave,
  In fear of being baptized, father!
  The outcome was very bad.
  Former client even nag!
  
  Your children will not remember well,
  It's a shame to know such a mother!
  What is left for them - a prison shelter -
  Silently endure the punishment ...
  
  And therefore, girl, you study
  And work for the Motherland-beauty!
  Then there will be a path without recession up...
  Otherwise, fry forever in the underworld!
  The fiery Devil summed up, bowing to the fallen prostitute.
  And so she passed, like a shadow stuck to the wall and further down the corridor. A fan is blowing from the side, catching up heat, Aurora wove her hair into a biting braid, so the sensations are pleasant. She walks to the door, if the hot air is opened it can wake up those behind the counter. Slightly hesitates, then smoothly makes a narrow crack, crawling along it. I felt the ticklish roughness of the rug with my bare press. I just went down the ladder, many people are already sleeping here, they are sipping beer at the counter. In a light noise, Aurora's legs that have become bare are not audible, the bare sole dampens sounds better than in shoes, so the girl walked barefoot. Already monotonous destruction in a burst, trying to spend no more than a bullet on one. Sleepers in general can be slaughtered. If you immediately squeeze the carotid artery, then there will be a maximum yawn from the enemy.
  And then the bare-legged Aurora worked, on board, in addition to the Yankees, there were about half a groan of Stability fighters, but they only reduced discipline.
  - That's what it means when you let in the crew who knows who.
  The girl climbed the ladder, diffused light falls from above. The usual noise, underfoot the carpet is torn from nowhere. Judging by the figure Iraqi. What is it in a sense
  also not bad, although it speaks of the experience of the team. But the craving for excessive comfort is fatal for the Yankees. So she climbed the steps and stopped. There are three on the bridge and two in a turtle suit. Well, a turtle suit is not even a tank, you can take it from a grenade launcher, but the noise will be like shaving a pig. So no desire to disrupt such a well-oiled operation.
  I turned to my friend Margarita for help:
  - We have one here, or rather two in turtles!
  - Understand! - Margarita trying to play cool. grinned.
  The fiery devil yelped:
  - How to dump?
  Margarita squinted her eyes, and with the doubt of the Sphinx, on which the goat was crawling, she asked:
  - The grenade launcher is excluded?
  - Too noisy! Aurora took a deep breath.
  - It is best to launch a boomerang in the face by cutting the armor-visor in the area where the glass is. Then put three bullets in there in triple mode. Should work. Margaret said confidently.
  - Come to me, let's do it in sync! - Nervously cracking her fingers, the fiery devil asked.
  - Of course, I'm in a hurry! - Margarita laid a few more and went in from the opposite side. Barefooted Aurora concentrated and added in a low tone:
  - You can't miss here.
  - Pray, it helps! - Offered, once again fallen into religious ecstasy Komsomol member Margarita.
  - I do not believe in God! - Cut off the bear warrior. - It's a sign of weakness!
  The blonde warrior, making the sign of the cross, suggested:
  - So ask for help - the highest human mind. Let him help win in the name of Soviet Russia.
  The girls froze for five seconds, whispered, and then fulfilled their plan. The boomerang disk, like a thin web, is almost invisible in diffused light. Once and hit two motionless idols in the visor. They did not have time to react, as silent bullets hit the slightly cut visor, breaking through the shells and turning the brains around. Well, the third one was killed simultaneously, so he did not have time to react. True, the turtle suits fell, making noise. The curious sailor jumped out, the red-haired Aurora overtook him with one jump, and with her index finger to the back of the head.
  - Sleep son!
  Then down there appeared a few heads, a double-fan line, and silence.
  - Margarita has passed this stage!
  - Here next to the captain's cabin, we will capture him along with the pebbles. - suggested an angry blonde Komsomol member.
  - By itself.
  To get to the captain's cabin, I had to perform two sweeps, one prostitute selflessly working on a two-meter black man, Margarita Korshunova spared. She was too young, no older than eighteen, maybe even sixteen. She looked so pleading.
  - I won't say anything warriors...
  - Allah! Invincible and led on the wings of fortune. - The cunning Margarita answered in Arabic.
  Indeed, their faces are not visible, which is vague, the girl still does not recognize, and the version that this is the Turkish Sultan will strengthen.
  - Where is the captain? Aurora asked in English with an Arabic accent.
  The priestess of love stammered:
  - In a deluxe cabin! This "pedril" is not at all calm in love. Yes, if you want, I will serve you, done for free!
  - In paradise, girls are waiting for us a thousand times better than you! - Bear warriors brushed aside.
  Putana did not want to annoy the killers, but the whore's reflex was stronger than the voice of reason:
  - I'll show you only what I can! My tongue is light as a feather and sweet as honey!
  Seriously angry, Margarita poked her finger in the eyelid, turning off the whore:
  A little more and we would have had to kill her. - Religious Komsomol member Krakatau was furious at the sight of such licentiousness.
  At the entrance, two guards were casually laid down, jumping behind their backs and breaking their necks.
  The captain was already snoring like a washed-up bastard, embracing two types, a black man and a Thai. Those, despite the fact that they also gave in, nervously tossed and turned.
  The girls saw a photograph of the captain on the computer and, without hesitation, put both "trans-boys" to bed. The captain of the first rank, the second person after the admiral, was jerked up and brought to himself with a couple of slaps in the face. Being captured for the first time, the ugly creature did not twitch, only looked at his death with stunned eyes.
  Margarita lifted him up on outstretched hands, covering her mouth with a glove, and Aurora raised a dagger with a luminous blade to her eyes. Hissed with a ferocious cobra:
  - One word and gouge out an eye!
  Margarita slightly loosened her jaw, but the captain was silent.
  - Here you are! - The fiery devil made the tone in her voice even more terrible. - Apply pain Commander.
  Galina slightly pressed the nerve ending and clamped her mouth shut, so a scream escaped their throats of the American captain.
  - Well, it'll be quieter now. - Red Aurora began to beat with bare fingers on the floor a semblance of a rhythm characteristic of funeral marches. - Speak the wrong boar! Or we'll cut off your dignity and put it in your mouth.
  When the perverted captain calmed down a little, Margarita squeezed a little. The blonde warrior also decided to make a verbal contribution to the interrogation:
  - Dog express yourself if you want to avoid torment. Otherwise, you will only please us.
  The captain didn't speak clearly.
  - I'll tell you everything!
  - Well, that's better. Interrogation how to say in an easy way! The girls grinned derisively.
  The captain groaned, his rabbit ears trembling:
  - Just leave life!
  Aurora logically remarked:
  - This is the most valuable dish, you need to earn more!
  - I am a business person. - Why the captured American was delighted. - If you want, I can serve!
  - And this one there too, spit, without leaving, male prostitute! ' Margarita remarked squeamishly.
  Even the ship's cockroach, having stumbled upon the smooth skin of the girl's legs, rushed back into the gap, outraged by such a proposal.
  - How many people are on the ship? - The proud red-haired Aurora pretended not to have heard the last sentence.
  The American pervert hesitated, his face became moronic, as if he had not heard the question, his eyes clap, clap!
  The Fiery Devil slashed her little finger with a dagger, blood flowed. He immediately came to his senses:
  - Well, how many people are on the destroyer?
  - About four hundred! I don"t know for sure the "stability" militants arrived from the shore. But whores are few. They are not even enough for the guys from the coast. - The pretender and moron whined and pulled his pig's neck.
  . CHAPTER #8
  - Let's skip the details! - Fiery Aurora immediately turned to practical matters. - Artifacts where?
  The captain tried to play fool:
  - What artifacts?
  Barefooted Aurora slightly squeezed her knee, the bone crunched.
  - Now realized?
  Pain proved to be the most effective means of weathering the dope:
  - Yes, they are in the ship's safe.
  Cool Aurora growled:
  - And the safe?
  - There behind the door! - Piggy primate squeaked.
  The bear warrior flashed her green eyes. Margarita pulled the titanium door towards her and exclaimed in disappointment:
  - Coded!
  The captain was desperately trying to survive:
  - Yes, I have a key.
  - Where? - The warrior girl of the toe of her bare foot lifted the chair by the leg.
  The animal gurgled indistinctly:
  - In the closet!
  Barefooted Aurora briskly jumped to the locker, and took out a device with a chip.
  - This?
  - Yes! - The rat squeaked.
  - I'll open it myself! - Dashing Aurora hit the captain on the hands. - Look, be smart.
  - Why are there only two of you? - The pig had the courage to be interested.
  - Don't be too curious. You will live longer. Aurora's bare heel struck Forleind's flabby stomach, causing him to writhe in pain. The girl opened the door leading to the safe. Inside the room there were several laptops, grenade launchers. Soviet RPG - 39, in one copy, and its more sophisticated American counterpart.
  Do you know the safe code? - the Bear Warrior snarled.
  - In addition to the last two digits, only the commander has information about them. - Our Admiral George Arnold.
  - Call me! - Margarita jabbed her foot into the captive's flabby muzzle, and grabbed his nose with bare fingers.
  Stumbling, the captive American listed a combination that was not too long. Aurora brightened her eyes a little.
  - Well done, did not lie. A point in your favor.
  - And then how to say ... Now, if you dial the number incorrectly three times, an alarm will sound. - Suddenly blurted out a frightened captain.
  - We already know him! - The Komsomol girl quickly dialed the code and opened the four hundred millimeter thick door. The pebbles were stored in separate boxes and were carefully removed.
  - Stingers from the Infinite, have you processed them yet?
  - Mostly yes! - squeaked a captive rat. - Tested in the evening.
  The fiery devil rejoiced:
  - Great, where are the stingers stored?
  Stuttering, the captain choked out:
  - In the hangar, where the hold is. It bears the seal of "Orlan", along with two "Pershing" tanks.
  These boxes are only good for scrap metal. But the improved model of "stingers" is quite suitable. - Mad Aurora, teasing the prisoner, showed her tongue.
  - They are with computer chips, so special, they catch the silhouette. - The American muttered, trying to buy his life.
  - We know! - The fiery devil turned to her partner. - What do you think, Mirabela, how many of the four hundred and fifty people are left?
  - Less than half. In total, we have two hundred and thirty-eight corpses. - The Komsomol girl even giggled with pleasure.
  Furious Aurora exhaled from herself:
  - Captives will be needed to load the "stingers", there is something for scientists to work on.
  The captive scoundrel blurted out:
  - Are you Russian?
  - What makes you think we are Mujahideen. - Komsomol warriors growled.
  The captain showed an unexpected mind and ingenuity:
  - Only the Russians can have such tough fighters, capable of capturing a fairly large ship together!
  The tough Aurora disagreed:
  - And the warriors of the great Turkish Sultan with artifacts!
  - That's how? Everything is possible, but you are too intelligent for the Arabs. - The pig primate faltered. - Although maybe you are Germans?
  Swift Aurora, refuting his words, hit her shin in the stomach, then broke both legs, the goat captain lost consciousness from the pain shock.
  - In general, we do not need it, we know enough. - Summed up the red-haired warrior. "Now we just need to grab the crew.
  Margarita immediately suggested:
  - Let's go to the cabins, we have a set of keys!
  Aurora was delighted:
  - Yes, there is an emergency electronic opening.
  The Komsomol girls quietly went downstairs, opened the cabin doors, and again destruction. Just some kind of threshing, not a war, but a churning of wheat.
  - Cabin number six is clean! - Said Aurora, grinning her teeth.
  - Maybe in room number six! Margaret giggled. - Let's go better.
  - We are not geese to graze in a heap. - The fiery devil roared. - Or rather geese, but wild!
  - Not true! - Here the blonde terminator was already offended. - Those mercenaries are fighting for money, and we are exclusively for the Communist Motherland.
  The Komsomol girls moved in dashes further from the crew deck, shooting singles. Margarita rushed as fast as she could, to the engine rooms, pantries, holds, and galley. The military was carefully blocked, grinding in parts. The fact that the on-duty lighting was weak only played into the hands of the scouts, the enemy at ten meters does not see anything but vibration, and they look distinct.
  The computer automatically gave its opinion.
  - And if you use the model of the virus.
  - And we already used a battery-operated smart phone. - Said, offended by the robot, Margarita Korshunova. - Here you see all the surveillance systems in hibernation.
  - Like this! - The machine with the chip was surprised.
  - Back in the admiral's office, they sent a hybrid of a worm and a virus through the channel. It seems that it is not noticeable, not a single anti-virus program will raise the alarm. Such is the pure work, the invisibility lulled all surveillance systems. - The Komsomol girl, for greater persuasiveness, showed her sharp biceps on her arm.
  - Oh, well, you give! - He said, marveling at the ingenuity of the girls, the machine gun. - Can you reprogram me?
  - Is quite real! And what do you want?! - Margarita made a very affectionate face here.
  - Recognize yourself as a person! - Asked for an electronic device.
  - It's superfluous, while you shoot. - The blonde terminator is not stupid to do stupid things. - Later I will tell you about Christ.
  Margarita took up a position with her back to the gangplank, went down on one knee for stability, pointed the muzzle at the door opposite. A guy came out, this time white, only a little "sloppy" apparently smoked dope.
  - Drug addicts do not inherit the kingdom of God. - The Komsomol warrior interrupted them. - She threw off the bodies, quickly crossing herself.
  Barefooted Aurora zigzagged along another perimeter, went to the door, it was locked, opened with a universal key. The negro threw a pillow at her.
  - Kitty scat!
  The Komsomol girl reacted instantly, ripping both the pillow and the African and his partners; - Less than half. In total, we have two hundred and thirty-eight corpses. - The Komsomol girl even giggled with pleasure.
  Oh, to drag into bed, partners.
  - Here are the geeks, managed to scare! - The red-haired bear warrior answered. - Now where to go? Apparently, in the cabin of the deputy. He seems to be sleeping.
  The captain's mate's abode is not so extensive, but music sounds from there. Melomaniac mean? - Makes things easier.
  A barefoot Komsomol girl entered like a shadow, knocked out one warrior, and slightly strangled the captain of the second rank, twisting her elbow:
  - Do you want to live?
  - Want! - He answered that, in general, an American was to be expected.
  - There will be a chance! - While dashing, Aurora chose to turn it off, but not for long. - Come in handy Kent! She moved on, the corridor began to narrow, clearly lowering the sailors in rank. The Komsomol girl took aim at the far door and took it off over the sentry's heads. So the shot was silent, she said in a whisper.
  - Bang-bang!
  A Komsomol girl carefully tries the cabin door handle. Locked up. Well, this is half a second, there are seven people in the cabin, three are sleeping, the rest are cutting dominoes, quite in Russian. Margarita pulls the trigger through force, in this case, the murder does not bring joy. But the deed is done, even a drop of blood has fallen on the face.
  - The dead with braids stand and silence! - The Komsomol girl giggled.
  A new cabin, here Margarita left life to two sleeping people, she just turned it off, they can come in handy.
  - Murder cannot justify self-interest and profit - only honor, freedom and Motherland are advocates of violence! - She said - a charming philosopher-terminator.
  Aurora is also easy to move by choosing a vent pipe. It is terribly cramped and interferes with the backpack. I even had to fold the machine to shrink. Now the Komsomol girl has become much more resourceful, although she took risks. Here, as if the saints were angry with the sinner, a mutant spider attacked. And when he just managed to get through. Painfully bitten, and a couple of times left the fist. The Komsomol girl scratched her head, but managed to grab him by the tip of the tentacles and move him under her elbow. She pulled her hand away, hitting her once the sturdy box burst, hurting her stuffed elbow.
  - Horrible! - Answered the bear warrior. - I'll give myself an antidote.
  Somehow Margarita got out and broke through to the cabin, where the soldiers were snoring. When the door opened, they tried to jump up, but they were immediately covered with a deadly rain. Leaving only one, turning off the guy, the Komsomol girl continued on her way.
  Here the door to her left begins to turn. It can be seen that the shaven-headed gap-toothed guy wanted to urinate.
  - Who is here? - Asked the sailor in a drunken voice.
  - Your barefoot dream! - A Komsomol girl bends with a spring and, having dispersed the door, crashed into her forehead. It's still alloy steel. The forehead swelled at once, similar to the "boxer" type, in addition, he was cut with the back of his head. Margarita flies inside, beats with her iron knee in the jaw, while very sharply, knocking out her teeth. It lacks mass, but more than compensates for its speed.
  - Looks like it's ready. - Summed up the killer with the figure of the goddess.
  There are five more people in the back. So one in the balls, good reception. Another bastard with a fist in the forehead, so much so as to knock him out. The third edge of the palm in the neck. You have to repeat yourself, but this technique is deadly. One type falls off the top shelf, but on the fly Margarita knocks him with her head into the solar plexus.
  - Get some rest baby. - Says the Komsomol girl.
  The last type swears with a three-story obscenity, a mixture of English and Russian words. Isn't it a resident? Margarita conducts a cobra, a blow with her fingers in the eyes, almost fatal. All "partners" fell silent. True, a voice rose in the next cabin.
  - What's there!
  - Easy fight! - Answered, vilely, as if in a drunken voice, wheezing, Margarita. Help our wounded. -
  Cabin doors open and get a turn, again the fighters fall.
  Good should be with a machine gun,
  An evil death to the enemies of the Fatherland!
  To fly to the stars,
  To conquer that firmament in the sky!
  
  We are the children of Communism of the Sun,
  Fighters born like a whirlwind...
  The Nazi will answer for the wolf's roar,
  A big bear will tear him up!
  
  Good is stronger than evil,
  Though harsher may be evil ...
  We fight under the sky to
  Blooming spring has arrived!
  
  In it nightingale songs - trills,
  And the silvery ringing of streams!
  Ice, snow and blizzards will recede,
  Under the hot sun!
  
  Bloom - chamomile, poppies, roses,
  Such a lush summer meadow!
  And if you know, frost will come!
  Even then, do not take a fright!
  
  Big cats - these "Tigers",
  They roar and muzzle - they shake!
  They throw the Fritz into evil games,
  But kaput will still come!
  
  Let's wait for the sunrise!
  Troops will enter Berlin of Rus',
  Fatherland is sung with hymns -
  And in the abyss of Tartarus there is longing!
  
  Then the peoples of the countries will merge,
  Brotherhood and love will come!
  Pour honey into cups, saucers -
  So that blood does not flow in streams!
  Margarita sang deafeningly the last verse to the roar, and the rest of the verses galloped like horses in her head. When you shoot with a song, it's always interesting:
  - Although it is so cruel, to act in this way with living people! - Already regretfully said "Christian".
  No matter how hard the girls try to track and control everything, it is impossible with four eyes. A mindless zombie doesn't count. Someone unknown managed to raise the alarm. The emergency lights went on immediately, and a siren blared.
  - The inevitable happened, and it was too lucky. - Said the red-haired Aurora.
  The Komsomol girl rushed to the cabins, sailors and special forces ran out of them. She unceremoniously shot them. So many people were laid down, the Yankees fell in dozens.
  Automatic bursts were heard, grenades exploded, several at once. However, the fighters could hurt themselves more. Silencers also played their role here,
  The criminal special forces did not immediately figure it out, death awaits them from the inside. Margarita blocked the exit of the soldiers and herself threw a couple of captured grenades. Screams scatter bloody fragments of bones, here a Komsomol girl caught one severed head with her bare foot. What her mobile foot has become, bends at any angle. You might think that physical laws have changed and the flesh is gutta-percha.
  Queues are bursting from the enemy's side, but for the most part blindly. Margarita fires, almost without hiding, the magic stones "Kolchuga" reliably divert all shots.
  - It's a pity that my partner's name is not the Snow Queen. So our couple would look more symbolic!
  Woke up, this time Oleg Rybachenko, not from the bugle and the blow of the whip, but from his own crying - calm and inconsolable. The girls were still sleeping, doing feats.
  And his heroism was replaced by a nightmare, as often happens when the Nazis mock you.
  Oleg Rybachenko felt himself diving down, as if he had flopped into ink resin, and even began to eat away at his eyes. Then he really became scared, and suddenly the Nazis gained power over the other world. There is a scratching sound, like a dog scratching on a stack, only much louder, it bites into the ears, twisting them. The eardrums are broken with forceps. Then a mouth emerges from the darkness with teeth sparkling like the lava of a volcano. Never before has Oleg Rybachenko Jr. seen such a disgusting mug of a monster, the characters of horror films against his background were only a pathetic parody of a nightmare.
  Then other even more terrible jaws appeared, some were huge like Everest, and others were small like very vicious dogs. Here they are with their crooked poisonous teeth clinging to his flesh. In all his truth, Rybachenko Jr. has never experienced such pain in his short life. The main thing is that it was impossible to find an analogue of sensations. It is both a burning flame and corrosive acid, at the same time freezing years and a dull cutting saw.
  And they continued to torment him, it was clear how the meat was torn off the hands, the bones were exposed, how the intestines were crawling out of the open stomach. Evil creatures gnaw them, winding them around their teeth. Rybachenko Jr. groans, tears flow from his eyes.
  - God for what. After all, I have not killed anyone in my life, I have not betrayed.
  A giggle is heard and from him, it seems that red-hot needles pierce the eardrum. Finally, a gigantic mouth appears, it swallows him whole. Oleg Rybachenko Jr. sees a flame raging in his throat, it breaks into seven petals of completely different colors.
  - Here it is the legendary fire of the underworld. - The boy whispered, the skin on his hands fused, covered with ugly scars. He tries to slow down his flight, but it's useless he can't even move himself a millimeter. Here is his beloved youthful body touched by a fiery stream. He had never experienced anything like it, his eyes darkened and it seemed that an eruption began in his mouth, and his stomach rebelled, and he was attacked with nuclear weapons. How hot this flame was, large abscesses appeared on bare skin, bones darkened and cracked, causing suffering.
  - No, I don't want to, no need - The pioneer yelled at the top of his voice. - Release me please!
  Each color of fire is a special unique pattern of pain. Suffering can be given different shades, their diversity is amazing, even the Marquis de Sade did not think of how far the ingenuity of the inhabitants of the underworld can reach.
  - Well, hell, you can get to know each other. - The voice of a familiar SS professor squeaks disgustingly.
  Their appearance, however, is terrible, but it is especially unpleasant to look at the prickly mouths, which remotely look like a mixture of sharks and crocodiles. But the horns, oddly enough, reassured. The pioneer boy, in order to distract from the piercing pain, began to recall folklore, where these cute little funny little devils, sometimes ugly, sometimes vice versa funny and naive, sometimes help, and sometimes harm people. A particularly memorable tale about "Priest and his worker Balda." It is quite possible to deal with such "people". And here they only know, prick with a pitchfork.
  - That the sinful soul did not listen to the National Socialists? - The devil's horn has grown, turning into a kind of beak and tyrk on a shard.
  When bones are broken on the head, it hurts so much that it is impossible to describe in words. But at the same time, consciousness did not become clouded; if Oleg Rybachenko had been in ordinary human flesh, he would certainly have died from shock. And so he felt a rough touch on his brain, then the monster began to drink brains. He did it slowly, as if sipping. Another demon began to drill his nails, driving sharp needles under them.
  Oleg Rybachenko screams, his mouth opens by itself.
  - Don't let go.
  They grab him by the tongue and pull, slowly tearing him away from the palate.
  Also pain, but a little differently, and there are no more screams, only sobs and howls.
  The devils continue to swagger, following the nails, they began to break the knuckles, and they do it slowly savoring the suffering.
  - That's how the hornless goat get your portion. - One probably senior imp in rank screeches.
  Oleg Rybachenko has already reached the state of insanity, he was flooded with a wave of torment. But the devils do not retreat, they have already begun to pull out teeth, then they drilled them, piercing the gum with a point.
  - How can you sink to such cruelty, do they really have no mother. - Thought the tortured pioneer. Apparently reading his thoughts, the devils screamed.
  - There is no mother, father Hitler-Satan.
  Then they found new flour, heated the drill, finished sawing the last teeth with a cutter. Next came the turn of the bones. They were broken with tongs red from the heat. Skin smoked, bones burned. It seemed that the heart is about to burst, explode like a bomb.
  Here Oleg Rybachenko suddenly felt that his tongue had grown and could say something.
  - Have mercy for the sake of Christ.
  In response, the demons plunged a pitchfork into him.
  - You are a sinner and you should know that Christ is an invention of miserable people. The true gods are one in two persons and created the whole universe, as well as the fascists in their own image and likeness. And you are people and read the creatures, they must be slaves who follow any orders and suffer humiliation. You insignificant slave did not believe in our existence, and now you are experiencing it all in your own skin.
  - Now I believe! cried the frightened pioneer.
  - Late! - croaked the devil from the SS. - You don't stand a chance.
  They continued to torment Oleg Rybachenko, they broke him several times in a row, burned him, then he recovered in an unthinkable way. Then it was crushed in a new way. Then the SS-devils themselves got tired of it and, having lifted him into the air, they carried him through the underworld.
  "Look how the disobedient are punished.
  Oleg Rybachenko saw the girls crucified on crosses. Their once-beautiful bodies were terribly mutilated and dripping with blood. Large pigs planted crosses, sometimes victims fell and boars pounced on them, tearing female flesh apart. How these unfortunate creatures suffered, tears mixed with sweat and blood flowed down the cheeks of some of them. Despair shone in his eyes. They seemed to be begging: we are innocent, spare us.
  Why are these unfortunates being punished?
  With all his might, the demon hit the barefoot boy-pioneer with a red-hot crowbar on the heels and sang:
  - Miscellaneous stuff. One was insolent to the hostess, the other broke her favorite vase, the third refused to have sex, the fourth backed down. That is, to get here, it is not necessary to be a big sinner, small offenses are enough.
  - And their torment will never end? - Oleg Rybachenko groaned.
  - And this is for the Almighty God to decide and the merciless Fuhrer. If His Majesty Adolf is the first to issue a pardon decree, then they can be transferred to another place that is not so painful.
  - To heaven!? - Oleg Rybachenko said with confidence.
  The unclean SS man rolled:
  - There is no heaven for you primates. There are simply places where you will not be beaten and tormented every second and where you can continue to serve your masters after death.
  Oleg Rybachenko, shaking with horror, asked:
  - And what awaits people whose crimes are more serious.
  We'll show you this too.
  The devil stabbed him in the eye with a pitchfork, the apples burst, liquid poured out, and the boy-writer became numb. Then, after a few seconds, he regained the ability to see, however, each blink caused unbearable itching. Again they flew, and even more disgusting creatures fluttered out to meet them.
  Oleg Rybachenko carefully examined them. The appearance is really nothing: a naked, hairless and scabbed skull; eyes burning with infernal light; short, like a severed nose with a black dip in the middle. And, perhaps the most vile - the absence of the lower jaw, instead of which five thick, star-shaped devil tentacles hang and move. So he clung to Oleg Rybachenko, sinking his teeth into his lips, giving his famous kiss in a hickey. Then his claw-hands began to break bones. Pioneer writer Oleg gasped from acute pain in his elbows, his joints were crushed.
  - That's how primacy can, let's drink to acquaintance.
  Having peeled off Rybachenko the writer, the monster extended his hand to the cup, and it instantly filled with wine. He poked her in the pioneer's face.
  I couldn't even scream. As if a volcano erupted in the nostrils, the pioneer boy was awakened by his crying.
  Mirabela, on whose scratched legs lay the head of Oleg Rybachenko, only twitched from the shake and continued to smile in her sleep. A happy girl until she was plunged into hell by the Nazis. That's what their infernal technology has come to - you have no power over your thoughts!
  But still, reality: stuffy and at the same time rather cold - turned out to be a thousand times better than a demonic dream. Chills in the boy-pioneer-writer, as if blown away by the wind. However, sometimes he even wanted to get sick, so that they would take pity on him, give him a chocolate bar. But if you are not sick, then this is such a blessing! The boy took a breath and ran his hand over his thinner face, wet with tears, getting used to the idea that he had only dreamed of the horror of Nazi Hades. There is nothing worse than slavery, Oleg thought and shivered. It turns out that there are things in comparison with which slavery can be worse only in words ... Although, of course, hell is probably not real. But what if the fascists return him there again and with even greater intensity.
  They won't rust. It is necessary to survive at any cost, to outwit these Krauts. He can even pretend to be broken, or ask himself to serve them. Temporary of course!
  But... that's amazing. Almost immediately, something in Oleg Rybachenko rebelled at this thought. Rebelled not as in the past days, with convulsive tremors mixed with fear, but irreconcilably and furiously. He did not clothe his hatred for the SS men who had seized him and their accursed master, the Fuhrer, not only in words - even in thoughts. I didn't look for explanations or excuses. But for myself I clearly decided: to run at the first real opportunity. And the higher ones will give, and there will be at least the slightest chance, he will help the rest to escape. Why?! Because he is a pioneer! A pioneer should help his comrades - members of the Komsomol! And simply because he wants it that way, but the fascist does not want it at all! Eh!!! Not to talk to anyone, and without the knowledge of the underworld into which he fell, it is difficult to run ... Oleg Rybachenko crumpled straw and pounded her pillow with his fist. He will not be a slave to Hitler and his pack! Pioneer of the country of the Soviets: he does not want humiliation and pain - that's enough, and everything to the finish line is here !!!
  Some of the girls were already waking up ... The poor things were exhausted, that's how especially the city's heels cracked.
  But, alas, you have to pretend. As long as he wears the mask of humility! I don"t want to go to the Gestapo basement, and getting punched in the face is not a great pleasure ...
  So he will still find his chance.
  The most vile - these werewolves wolves. I remembered the eyes, and now, before the heyday, when the feelings are sharpened, the boy-pioneer-writer clearly understood: these are not wolves at all, but smarter creatures, the product of directed mutation. From the displacement of genes - much smarter than their degenerate SS riders. The question is, are they smarter than the Soviet people?
  It's already starting to get light and we need to hurry.
  Oleg Rybachenko rolled onto his side, got on all fours and crept between the sleeping ones to the cracked wall. It was skillfully built, strong, although with holes and without cement - you can"t shake it without noise. The village was still asleep, but a fire was burning at the gate and shadows could be seen near it. Motorcycles and armored cars are nowhere to be seen... Local guards, or what?
  The girls left bare footprints.
  Oleg Rybachenko shuddered - they took him by the shoulder, and recoiled, preparing to defend himself. But in the reflections through the gap, the eyes of the cool Aurora flashed.
  The fire devil asked:
  - Where is the bald man going?
  - I really want to run, - Oleg Rybachenko whispered quietly, but with annoyance. Do you understand how they got me here!?
  Cool Aurora remarked with a smile:
  - While these werewolves are grazing us ... Although not werewolves at all, but something ... - The girl was confused in search of an explanation. Then he added uncertainly. - In them, something cosmic. I don't know myself...
  Oleg Rybachenko himself concluded:
  - You won't be allowed to leave!
  The red-haired girl shrugged her shoulders.
  - They won't just give it, but the chance will always come! Until then, gather your strength. The Rod-Creator will give, ours will come to the Crimea and sweep away the Nazi evil spirits.
  The morning in the Crimea turned out to be sunny and cold, but windless. The mud from yesterday's rain caught frost. Well, winter didn't want to leave without a fight. Hoarfrost sparkled richly, like scattered and hung silver, but this beauty made him uneasy. Moreover, having brought brown bread and a large cauldron with some appetizing-smelling, clearly not prison stew (followed by one of the very nasty-looking SS escorts, with bowls), three boys of twelve years old clearly explained to the girls in the barn-casemate that outside Cold. True, they themselves, as befits children under Nazi occupation, are barefoot. There even seems to be such an order so that youngsters would tear their shoes less often. But they may not spank anywhere from home.
  . CHAPTER #9
  However, nothing, this is not a real frost, but frost frost. Winter is already over, and spring is stormy in Crimea!
  Oleg Rybachenko suddenly wanted to brush his teeth. Terribly bitter in the mouth. Even much more than it is - hands reached out to scratch their teeth.
  Pioneer ran to the door, jumped up, broke off the icicle. He put it in his genus, chewed it up and spit it out. Then rinsed again and again let the fountain. Immediately freshened up and, in my soul, let the loach in April.
  In the cauldron there was something liquid-floury and, it seems, with mushrooms. I had to sip it over the edges of the bowls, and, by the way, the stew turned out to be delicious. Really with gusto, and not just with hunger. The degenerate escort from the SS yawned with all his gapped, fetid mouth and sleepily looked around. But twist it now, and on the head, Oleg Rybachenko suddenly thought, chewing Ukrainian bread.
  But where does he go then? They will cover with a whole company, and even with a local garrison. And it will be worse for them than ... In that vision - where the Nazis dropped it like a hose.
  That he is an idiot to expose himself like that ... Not himself, but other girls and three lads. Yes, and myself, too - he is still useful to the country.
  Oleg Rybachenko became thoughtful. Take, for example, an airplane - does it need to have duralumin in its design? Is it possible to make it entirely of wood, but giving it the hardness of titanium! Theoretically, the tree in its formula and molecules has such a valency that it can actually surpass titanium in strength, with less weight.
  So, the planes will add in maneuverability and gain survivability.
  Yes, and bulletproof vests can be made by fighters of a super class, and such tanks will become ...
  You won't break them. Even the "Royal Tiger", which he saw in visions, fails. And our tanks are not afraid of dirt. And so the shells will not take them.
  Oleg Rybachenko, devouring food, asked his sister in arms, in an insinuating voice:
  - Listen, if you bind the sawdust with reagents on aqua regia, what effect will you get?
  Margarita immediately replied:
  - Smoke ... - The girl was surprised. - What have you tried?
  Oleg Rybachenko said in a whisper:
  - I was looking for a way to increase the strength of the tree. And believe me, my airplane showed the practical possibility of doing without metal parts!
  - You are a real Lomonosov Oleg ... - Sister in arms put her finger to her lips and kissed the boy on the forehead.
  While they were eating, two other SS escorts approached. With them was yesterday's German general. Behind him are two fighters, a young man and a girl, with a pleasant appearance. Also SS, but from a different sector. Here all five were holding mugs with something smoking in their hands. And another young fascist brought his partner. The aroma of cinnamon, honey, melons and apples floated through the casemate. The general said in a questioning tone:
  - Let's hang the girls right away or have some fun first!
  The captives around laughed, and even the SS escorts supported, and the gray-haired general laughed so simply, opening his mouth like a bulldog with surprisingly strong and long fangs, whole and large, like a horse-pacer.
  Maybe it's crazy that the girls laugh at this, but ... It's better than roaring and showing tears to the Nazis.
  Oleg Rybachenko became thoughtful: will they be left here or driven again? Well, in fact, what is the point in their transitions, if the main thing is experiments with no clear purpose. Why are the Germans burning fuel when driving equipment. And if they are at least delivered somewhere, then maybe something simpler can be invented. Load onto trucks or trains. Yes, and a transport aircraft, if experiments are so important, why regret it?
  What is the point of them the way they lead sheep on a chain. Or are they testing their endurance? Indeed, none of the girls has fallen yet. Yes, during the first transition they fell, but nothing happened. So why check now?
  Or maybe endurance improves from the impact of unprecedented devices. Is this effect measured? And so they drive barefoot, along a winding road, clearly not trying to quickly reach a specific destination?
  And this is logical - if you experiment, then to the end. And to check the smallest nuances. Let as they say - everything will benefit.
  Maybe their soldiers are thus being prepared for Soviet captivity and deportation to Siberia!
  Behind all these thoughts , Oleg Rybachenko missed the moment when they began to chain them up and roughly pushing them out. Repetition is the mother of pain! Frozen mud with pieces of ice cut bare, children's feet like broken glass.
  Margarita energetically encouraged her brother in arms:
  - A good invigorating massage, such an applicator with needles that the snow queen gave us!
  Oleg Rybachenko also quipped:
  - It's not the pain that is terrible, and not even what causes it - the worst thing that deprives courage is the fear of pain!
  Another new, or rather old torture - well, the score of insults will be greater. Yes, and victories too.
  After all, he, thus, gets used to endure, and even better if there is an opportunity to take revenge!
  And maybe try to sing for cheerfulness. That's just the first motive to take.
  The village has been awake for a long time. Only the ubiquitous children saw off the caravan. Finally: already at the forest, one of them launched fresh manure at the fat head of the convoy, and the whole barefoot pack of children rushed away with laughter. And already behind the edge I came across a tall boy who looked about fourteen years old. With black curls and shabby clothes, dirty boots, with a spear in hand and two lean white dogs, which immediately stood on the sides of the owner, the exhausted but beautiful captives barely appeared. The black-eyed boy's right hand was wrapped in a bloody rag; in general, he looked sloppy and careless. It is clear that the gypsies or even gypsies: the neck, wrists and ears were decorated with a twisted thick hryvnia, massive sleeves and an earring. Four younger gypsy boys appeared next - with an effort, but cheerfully dragging a huge boar on a drag, they froze on the spot when they saw the procession.
  They whistled, pointing fingers. Vulgar jokes were heard about the half-dressed captives. Moreover, a frank three-story mat.
  The SS men in response roared and even began to shoot, as uncultured
  children show obscene gestures. To apparently show similar in Germany.
  The older gypsy boy shouted something at the punks. They suddenly calmed down
  Be quiet and stand up quietly.
  Mirabela remarked in a whisper:
  "Probably the son of a baron!" Although what does it matter?
  Oleg Rybachenko logically remarked:
  - Hitler hates gypsies. So the gypsies are our allies. But by such behavior they dishonor the Romulus family!
  Passing by, Oleg Rybachenko met the gaze of the blue, narrowed eyes of the gypsy leader. There was pride in them - the innate and unconscious pride of a young predator who had not yet known defeat in life. There was deep contempt, but not for Oleg and not for other chained captives.
  The pioneer writer asked the free leader:
  - Let's give the Fritz a breath! Shall we beat the dogs?
  He answered shortly:
  - The coffin is already ordered!
  And they involuntarily stepped up in the cold, as the pioneers say, we are eagles, not blind rabbits.
  Oleg Rybachenko even decided to sing for greater vivacity, even if it is still audible. You have to set yourself up for victory;
  Thunderstorms rage and horns rumble
  The world is at war again!
  There was our detachment from October,
  When the horde invaded the Fatherland!
  
  Tie tied - Fritz near Moscow,
  Volleys of guns sprinkled with fire ...
  I dig trenches with a barefoot girl,
  To protect the approach to the heart of Russia!
  
  Someone is killed, well, but Lenin lives,
  In every smile and every smirk!
  The voice of the trumpet is mighty - soon on a campaign,
  We are pioneers with ardent valor!
  
  Tanks are burning, Fritz kaput,
  We beat boldly - children of the people!
  Terrible Katyusha will sweep away the abomination -
  We praise the Almighty Lord - Rod!
  
  We are born - know to win
  Cowardice is unforgivable!
  Passed the exam - clearly on five,
  Well, Adolf stepped on a rake!
  
  Russian soldier is a true hero,
  He does not know the word - AWOL!
  Know that you were born with a red dream,
  We can harness a hardened wolf!
  
  Our Stalingrad, our Leningrad,
  Everywhere is the holy land of the giants!
  Shells are pounding like a furious hail,
  And the pioneers are united with the Motherland!
  
  We can, I believe to fly to Mars,
  We can build rockets to Venus!
  Well, a fascist stab you in the eye,
  There is no one stronger than a Russian in faith!
  
  Broken, believe the backbone of the Fritz,
  We will win, even now we are starving!
  The rabid beast will be crushed,
  Well, victory will come in warm May!
  
  Mom do not cry, do not shed tears,
  If I die, consider me a communist!
  It pityed itself, like spoiled glue,
  Benefits only fascists!
  Walking on the snow is hard, but fortunately, the mud melted quickly enough.
  And then, everything, as before. Routinely through mountain back streets, avoiding human settlements, with stomping, almost in a circle.
  No, they walked, if you look at the Sun along some kind of spiral. In the direction of Sevastopol, and that's for sure.
  But at the same time, the column still arched. Roaring transporters, noisy locators. And again tests.
  They were driven back into the casemate, only this time into the former bloodshed. Even the smell of manure hasn't gone away.
  But there is a lot of hay, it will become soft to sleep. Unchained without unnecessary ceremonies and ordered to wait for dinner.
  And they really respected: five local women appeared, who carried a large can filled with milk soup.
  Margarita was surprised and asked Captain Natasha:
  - There are miracles in a sieve or without a sieve. But really, either the Germans are much kinder than our propaganda portrays them, or we are valuable birds!
  The red-haired Aurora remarked rudely enough:
  - Do not flatter yourself too much! Guinea pigs are always fed a balanced diet.
  Oleg Rybachenko put in the wrong place:
  And even more pigs! So that weight gained faster!
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  - The truth speaks through the mouth of a baby! Do not rejoice in generous soldering! Especially since she's in jail!
  Oleg Rybachenko logically suggested:
  - We'd better eat, and then we'll see!
  The vermicelli floated thickly in the soup, and even honey seemed to have been added. And the bread was brought quite fresh, fragrant. It's like they're in a resort. It's warm in the barn. And consider that spring has already returned, pushing aside mother winter.
  Oleg Rybachenko drank the bowl, then seeing that the big can was not empty yet, he asked for more.
  After that, a dream came to both him and the girls like a wave from a meteorite fall - suddenly and inevitably.
  A zombie terminator jumped up from behind. I even feel sorry for Dmitry Baranov. The bullet hit him right in the middle of the chest. But the previously convicted zombie does not notice and fires.
  - My body is all early dead and excess lead in no way, does not burden. - Dmitry smiled, but so scary, like a dead man.
  - Fu and horror! Reminds me of Hades. - I noticed, exclaiming Margarita.
  The red-haired Aurora lay down on the upper step of the bridge, taking under fire not only the exit from the military compartment, but also a significant part of the corridor. From here it is convenient to sweep away the colored guys jumping out of the cabins with fire. At the same time, from time to time, she needs to move herself, shifting her position:
  - Do not worry, sister Margarita, there are already less than a hundred enemies. We'll manage somehow!
  - Even less than seventy, I'm starting a "loud sweep"! - The bear-Komsomol member bared her snout.
  - Move into the engine room, the enemy can blow up the boilers, and try to flood the ship! - Now the red-haired Aurora is clearly worried. But, of course, she didn"t shoot worse, on the contrary, she cleans it like rust with an emery saw. And the blood from her kisses of annihilation - tubs with barrels!
  - Come on! By screws! Margarita said a phrase from her favorite cartoon. More precisely, the cartoon that singled out in this brutally distorted Nazi reality. - Dead bodies!
  The Komsomol girl walked down the corridor like a whirlwind of annihilation. Here are the compartments, titanium doors, steel partitions. Zombies are behind her. He does not hide, and here comes the turn. Rifle M-18, caliber 7.45. It hits exactly right in front of the heart. Zombie criminal is knocked down, he falls, but then jumps up. Throws a grenade.
  - Well, you and the relentless macho. Margaret is surprised.
  Here is a Komsomol girl knocked down the door of the engine room. Released a boomerang disk, cutting off several people. The rest she finished off with a swing of the dagger. The carcass of a fighter with Japanese features fell into thick steam. His muzzle was scalded at once, and from shock he lost consciousness, and maybe even ditched.
  - Cleanup is going well! - Reported to Margarita.
  - I'm not wrong either! - Answers, delighted Aurora. From above, a long machine-gun burst is heard, then two more. The Komsomol girl shoots, forcing the adversary to shut up.
  - Break through from all sides. It's like you're in an Annihilation game. - the fiery devil blew.
  - I'm moving too. Several corpses are visible. However, the main opponents have already calmed down. Margaret reported.
  A fragment of a grenade wounded Dmitry. It pierced through, flying out through the back. The prisoner Baranov only pressed his finger to his lips:
  - Don't scream, it doesn't hurt me.
  - Do not go ahead of the aunt in the heat! - She said, screwing up her right eye Margarita.
  - I'm listening! - But the zombie acted exactly the opposite.
  Margarita passed the corridor, another burst of bursts, someone's drawn-out cry, as if nails were being pulled out, a heavy grenade exploded.
  The bare-legged Aurora, having killed the fugitives, poked her way into the cabin, one, the other, the third. Only in the fourth they wanted to roast her with fire, but the Komsomol girl was ahead of them, forcing the enemies to calm down forever.
  - There are less and less of them, but some of them hid in a cell near the warehouse. Aurora screams. - Throwing grenades is dangerous, over.
  - Imitate the voice of the captain of this smelly, trough. - Mirabela Korshunova advised. They will open it for you, then carefully cut it off with a burst. Stingers must not sink. I'm behind the engine now, using a boomerang. A fragment of a grenade wounded tough Dima. It pierced through, flying out through the back. The prisoner Baranov only pressed his finger to his lips:
  ng, I took off three more.
  The frisky Aurora squealed with real concern:
  - Well done, helicopters will appear soon, and it will be worse for us.
  Roar in response:
  - Like you don't know!
  & Flame Devil Terminator agreed:
  - I know, hope warms the soul!
  Light and sound grenades ME-198 flew towards Aurora. A Komsomol girl rushed to meet them, repelling them with her body. The field of six stones worked like rubber, bringing the grenades back. Corpses are flying out again, I'm even tired of counting.
  A Komsomol girl ran around the corner, lay down, fired a burst, mowing down those who tried to come in from behind. A type appeared in an animal suit, but the mad Aurora was waiting for him, and once she took off with the same grenade launcher that fell from the Yankee soldier. The shot is quite powerful and in the most vulnerable part - the visor. The floor of the head was blown off and a huge metal mass collapsed, with a ringing on the armor.
  - You have to eat! - the greyhound Aurora quipped.
  Now the Komsomol girl approached the warehouse and, imitating the voice of the commander, said:
  - I injured! The Mujahideen are after me! Let this order in.
  Well, who dares to disobey. The Komsomol girl jumped to the ceiling, secured herself and, firing from the top of the door, exterminated nineteen frightened fighters, hitting their heads.
  - The first phase of clearing the most dangerous place is over. - The Komsomol girl announced.
  There was an explosion next to Margarita, and she jumped into the opening. Here in the hold it smells of desperately burning metal and piercingly pulls explosives. Someone else tries to "rip" and falls pierced through. Two guys, obviously blinded, raise their hands and yell in English:
  - Do not shoot! Let's give up! Spare us in the name of the Geneva Convention.
  The kindest Margarita Korshunova could not kill the unarmed, and therefore she simply turned them off, with the usual pressing of her fingers. The voice of the bear warrior sounded regret:
  We are still such young boys. Well, why do you need this NATO army. If you, God forbid, arrange a provocation, we will crush you like kittens. Say orange Aurora, we're almost done with the sweep.
  - The enemy can hide. Try to listen and catch the disturbing breath, and our scent is excellent! - The red-haired fury deliberately snorted loudly.
  - Yes, I smelled the stench. The corpses are about to begin to decompose, then abilities will play against us! - Mirabela feigned, but loudly wept.
  The Komsomol girls slipped past the cabins. Aurora was running especially fast. Here is the smell of adrenaline, here are three fresh fighters. Prepared, frozen in ambush.
  - This is not serious. - In response, a shot from an RPG rang out. The shell flew past, but pierced part of the armor plate. Still, this power is designed for shooting against the T-7. A Komsomol girl almost blindly threw a disk-boomerang, cut someone off, a scream was heard. She burst in with a couple of shots, killing the brave ones. The others yelled:
  - We give up too!
  Out of anger, Aurora hit with her bare foot, so much so that she flunked three at once.
  - Cripple the people's good! - the Komsomol-terminator growled.
  Only one young convict remained on his feet.
  Margaret a in the hold also met with resistance. On the way she shot down a soldier, obviously a green beret. They shouted: "Hand to hand!"
  Margarita answered with a roar:
  - Good luck! - Performed the "double claw" technique. As a result, the neck of the green beret was broken.
  I grabbed grenades, it became a little safer here, a dozen soldiers apparently tried to put into practice the rule of scouts: survival at all costs. Margarita, however, even liked this game in her own way:
  - Well, well, if you insist so. Let's go to baseball, your favorite American, the role of a pitcher.
  - If you want, I can see them play! The red-haired Aurora giggled.
  - Do not mind! The blonde killer giggled even louder.
  - I went along the corridor, there are still uncleaned cabins. - The Komsomol girl was already moving, short bursts were heard, they were the last. The fearless Aurora did not even hide herself, proudly puffing out her chest.
  - I'm like a terminator robot. - Only in me even dents will not remain.
  The Komsomol girl silently walked down the stairs. Turned on the infrared reflector. I checked the cabins. It looks like they're still moving. The nimble Aurora stepped over the corpses, jumping like a doe or a ninja. She didn't want to waste ammo, and she just flew into the cabin. She walked with a dagger, and the enemies fell silent. Then to the next, similar tactic.
  Margarita also does not waste time, throwing grenades in a curved arc. One explosion then another. A soldier, battered by shrapnel, ran out of the corridor and stumbled upon a boomerang disk.
  - And this one there too! Margaret was surprised. - How you all love spicy.
  In front of her flashed still not discouraged zombies. He opened fire from an Israeli machine gun, apparently picked up among the trophies, with the formidable name "Armageddon". And apparently he laid someone down, the bullets ricocheted off the sides, knocked out new blood stains.
  Margarita caught the smell of the corpse from the zombies, she was clearly dying stronger. Here again a shot and fragments of the bones of a ghoul again pour in.
  Margarita ran around the corridor, firing from a captured M-18. Too bad you have to reload. But you can use captured grenades. Do not feel sorry for your own. The girl throws them in a peculiar way, picking up her bare, girlish legs with her fingers.
  "Lemons" are flying, twisting the intestines. The corpses are visible and everything is quiet. There shouldn't be any left alive.
  They seem to have quieted down. - Says the Komsomol girl.
  Agile Aurora confirms:
  - I'm on my way. - The terminator scout has dealt with another bunch. Now the details remain. Like a fox hunting a hare, she runs to the last door on the left. She even sang:
  - A nightmare reigns in my pupils, you will be crushed by a steel blow! I'll shoot Rambo's eggs and grind the bones! I will amaze everyone!
  From there, a grenade flies out into the corridor. The ferocious Aurora knocks her down as she goes. Explosion, fragments fly. Another one hit the wall, bounced off and flew back controlled by hand.
  Rumbled in the opening. Screams are heard. The Komsomol girl looked into the cabin. The officer tries to collect his guts. A terrible picture.
  Yes, you punished yourself. - Dashing Aurora finished off with a sense of mercy. - In general, in my opinion, grenades are not aesthetically pleasing. However, it is better than a simple fist. The last cabin has been cleared! How are you, Margarita?
  - Dragging the prisoner! - Said the Komsomol girl. - Looks like it's all over.
  Aurora sent a callsign through the radio, to her:
  - Listen to me Don Quixote. We just completed the operation, everything is cleared, we can carry out the landing of the team.
  - A miniature submarine is on its way. But don't forget to deal with the Blink helicopters. - Sounds like a metallic, blunt-saw-cutting voice.
  - Of course, we are already waiting for them. - Finished the red-haired beast.
  Three "Sachkov" indeed came already were on the approach. Margarita and Aurora grabbed an RPG - "supercobra", an analogue of RPG twenty-nine and six. Three grenade launchers were prepared. It is important that the enemy close the distance and slow down the speed. First of all, the "Net" tries to go lower in order to examine the decks and the bandits who dared to attack the best army in the world. The improved version of the Net has powerful weapons, not bad armor and three propellers. Not every anti-aircraft complex will take it, you can see how thermal missiles fire back. What is bad against an RPG turntable? That which is not self-guided. So it's harder to get out of it. Nevertheless, the girls take aim, take into account the lead.
  Margarita pray again. After all, the good guys are in the helicopter. Already the skin feels the stirring of the blades. The touch of the wind is pleasant and disturbing.
  - Oh, again I'm destroying a work of art! One military consolation!
  Cheerful Aurora smiled:
  - Of all works of art, it is military masterpieces that are most firmly fixed in people's memory and cause the most tears!
  - Right! A painting written in blood: brighter than oil and fades much more slowly! - Margarita, sad from the forced cruelty, agreed. So everything is taken into account, you can shoot!
  - Let the Texas justice be done! - As always, Aurora has not lost her sense of humor.
  The shells ripped open the belly of the cars. The turntables shattered into small fragments. The fire devil fired from both hands at once, and therefore all three cars were covered.
  The fragments did not hit the girls, flying past.
  Kara-132 appeared in the distance. Aircraft purchased from Argentina flew at high altitude. They shot at the blind, in their crazy flight.
  - This is another miscarriage. Margaret noticed. - The shrinking of the mind.
  The red-haired Komsomol member agreed:
  - I guess, yes! It will be difficult to remove them from the RPG.
  - I'll try anyway! - Margarita, now forgetting about kindness, was furious. - But from another more furious and long-range grenade launcher created against rapid reaction tanks. - The blond blonde Komsomol member showed an impressive, looking weapon.
  - Or maybe try the improved properties of "stingers"? - Offered, baring her teeth from pearls Aurora.
  - It's a pity to spend on such junk! Margaret snapped.
  - Still, there will be an improved demonstration. Let our guys take a look at the same time. - The bear-terminator threw a dagger with chiseled fingers of the leg, the tip pierced right into the eye of the black man trying to look out from behind the pipe.
  - Then only one Stinger, and I'll get by with a grenade launcher. - Answered a bright friend.
  - All right, let's do that. Aurora rushed to the warehouse. A mutilated former penalty box Dmitry Baranov, or a living corpse, passed by them, as if on purpose he exposed himself to bullets. Probably, with the help of the latest computer equipment, the zombies were able to see, despite the distance. Large-caliber machine guns hit, most of the bullets rained past. But there are eight shooters, and many thousands of bullets erupt. They punched the zombie, he fell! The utterly defeated soldier whispered:
  I have done my duty!
  - Looks like it! Where is the roaring Aurora, if not for the "armor" they would have hit me long ago. Margarita looked back.
  - I am here! - A Komsomol girl carried out a Bumblebee and a Stinger grenade launcher. - Now aim.
  Margarita again merged with her weapon, saw every movement of the enemy, soft pressing the start. The projectile is flying! But the "Stinger" worked, and he rushed to the target much earlier. The American weapon exploded so that even a nearby helicopter was thrown back. As a result of this unforeseen circumstance, Margarita missed:
  - Terrible! This is the first time this has happened to me!
  - He changed the trajectory, don't be upset, Komsomol girl ! - Dying Dmitry Baranov whispered.
  - Maybe! But my intuition failed me. - Margarita was now ready to cry.
  - Try again. Aurora encouraged.
  But Kara-132, apparently, received damage from fragments of a downed colleague, went to the side and began to decline. Margarita, confused with anguish, said:
  "Maybe that's enough for now!"
  The red-haired bitch with good deeds growled:
  - Okay, time to unload the Stingers. The path is clear.
  Almost simultaneously with her words, a submarine surfaced. Small, but quite voluminous, four fighters in electronic suits jumped out like a catapult. Margarita peered at them: they are dressed in armored suits, but they do not look as clumsy as the previous models.
  - Shall we load "stingers"? - Asked the great-granddaughter of Lomonosov and Stenka Razin.
  - Warehouse is open! - answered the red-haired Aurora. - Let's give it to you!
  . CHAPTER #10
  The commander of the paratroopers, the colonel, coldly declared:
  - Well, let's load it quickly and try to deal with this tricky weapon.
  A Komsomol girl walked along the deck, a German G-5 rifle was lying around. Nearby is another with a grenade launcher. As is typical of Germany, it is quite high quality, maybe even better than the M-18, or, in any case, more reliable. The latest modern model MG-8, also German, wound up, but not of particular interest to researchers.
  The Stingers were stored in oblong containers, carefully stowed, braced and padded with shock-absorbing nets, using a hydrolyzed cushion. They were taken apart and put together. Komsomol girls actively helped their armored guys. One of the finds was an unexpected RPG-49, the latest model.
  - It's strange that we didn't export them like that. - Noticed the colonel in charge of the operation. Then he turned to the girls, enthusiastically answered:
  - You will not meet women like you in any action movie. Hundreds of corpses and the capture of a large ship. I think soon, a film will be made on your topic. - And a cry of thunder. - They will call Margarita and Aurora hide the zone!
  Indeed, what is not here;
  There were also improved OG and PG models, models with more powerful explosives. In particular, the PG used four types of acid, and electric induction, which made it possible to launch an explosive wave, breaking through multilayer active armor in a narrower direction along with an anti- cumulative screen (And where did Margarita read such fiction?). A little more expensive, but effective.
  - "Pershing" is already outdated. - I noticed the daughter of Lomonosov and Korshunov, who awakened a false memory. - More advanced Powell tanks appeared in service, they have only two crew members, and they are located lying down. Very similar to our Soviet IS-10, only the armor is slightly thicker. That was a good thing to capture.
  - Not everything can be caught in the zone. We'll grab some for Antarctica. - She joked, sending sun glare with Aurora's teeth. We are not afraid of frost.
  - I know it! Margarita flashed her pearly teeth even brighter.
  During the conversation, "Stingers" unloaded. There were exactly one hundred and five of them. Five were supposed to arrive in Russia, and the rest, after processing, were handed over to the terrorists.
  The Komsomol girls asked the colonel:
  - Where are the stones?
  An experienced fighter of the special forces reasonably explained to the beauties:
  - The fact is that if taken to Soviet Russia, they will quickly lose their properties and it is not known when they will be restored.
  - Certainly! - Confirmed by Komsomol female bears.
  Colonel Yuri (here Margarita remembered that he had a funny surname Petukhov!), Suggested the Solonovy option:
  "So let them stay with you for a while. Only give the Turkish Sultan not seven, but six. All the same, he will not be able to use armor amplifiers and stingers, and the level of confidence in you from the terrorists will increase.
  The fiery devil, of course, agreed with this proposal:
  - Undoubtedly. And what stone to leave?
  The Colonel wrinkled his high forehead, the wrinkles crept up in the moonlight like sea ripples, and then smoothed out. However, he made a decision:
  - The one that absorbs radiation, you might need it. And the remaining six will return to us after the Turkish Sultan is finished. The Colonel ran the edge of his hand over his throat.
  Now Margarita has aroused interest:
  - How long will it take to remake the Stingers?
  The Colonel confidently declared, rubbing the spiked surface of his boots over the zone's yellowish-orange grass.
  - Not so much, we will do this with special robots-designers. And he waved his fist. We'll do it in an hour or an hour and a half! We'll let you know.
  Jumping up, Aurora giggled, baring her teeth:
  - Good, but what about our task?
  The SWAT commander bellowed:
  - Go to the city, killing everyone in your path! Thus, you will weaken the pro-American group "Constancy" and create more noise. Yes, the Turkish Sultan will be grateful to you.
  - Is this logical? - Both Komsomol members clearly doubted the ideas.
  The Special Forces Colonel laughed hard.
  - We calculated logically! So Russian Rambo in skirts to hunt.
  - Well, for now, I hope we will distract the enemies from you. Aurora's eyes lit up with an unhealthy gleam.
  - Do you need ammo? - Asked the combat colonel.
  Both shrews nodded in agreement.
  - It won't hurt, although we spent no more than a thousand for two.
  The clergy-style colonel spoke in a grist tone.
  - The hand of the giver will not fail! Don't worry, the budget of URSH has increased significantly.
  - But this means that the military or pensioners, workers in the social sphere will not receive additional money! Margarita twisted her face.
  The colonel himself became uncomfortable and he announced in confusion:
  - Until the oil runs out, it does not threaten us. It is very good that you beat off the pebble from the Americans. Who knows, they managed to get cheap oil, which negatively affected our income. Here we have mastered such huge conquests and platforms that they pump fuel directly from the earth. - Colonel flashed stars on shoulder straps.
  - It is impossible to call a developed country, in which the majority of budget revenues are oil and gas. - Margarita Korushnova noticed in a strict tone. - It is necessary to promote science in the civilian sphere, otherwise everything goes to militarism.
  This is what you girls are going to do. We are already growing new supermen. Which may combine with fiber, or even liquid metals. The Colonel grimaced as if he had a toothache. He took out a chewing gum and popped it into his mouth. The view became haunted.
  - And then as in "The Temptation of God" or another name "Stronger than Almighty God"! multi-theohyperplasm becoming like the Creator! Margaret noticed.
  The Commander closed his eyes in confusion.
  - I have not read such a novel, but what is theohyperplasma?
  Both girls blurted out at the same time:
  - Energy of the future! What was Jules Verne's electricity became fundamentally new types of matter.
  However, we don't have much time to talk. - Said the Komsomol girl, unloading the "stingers" into the boat.
  - It is necessary to read "The Temptation of God". - Said the colonel, involuntarily shivering.
  - Very useful for combat strategy. Aurora noticed. - In general, our third world war against the United States and England was waged so incompetently that it clearly smells of treason.
  - Admit so it was! Our generals are not so stupid that they did not even know the elementary foundations of strategy and tactics. The colonel remarked.
  Why didn't anyone get arrested? The tough Aurora shook her fist vigorously.
  The Colonel muttered in confusion:
  - There was no political order, in addition, they did not want to create a precedent, very influential people could suffer.
  - A decent person puts justice - above family and friendly relations! The law for enemies and friends should be the same as a husband to a wife! The presence of different laws turns justice into a prostitute! - Margarita declared in a peremptory tone.
  The colonel was really surprised:
  - Wow, I see the German Ekaterina. You want some justice!
  - I want truth, order and, of course, freedom! - Said, exclaiming Margarita.
  - What party? The Colonel was surprised.
  - Of the current none! - The young great-granddaughter of Mikhail Lomonosov and Stenka Razin got turned on. She saddled her horse. - It should become a new movement dominated by intellectual youth. And first of all, it is necessary to fight against the raw-material orientation of the economy. It is customary to scold Hitler, but under him, industry, in particular engineering, made a colossal leap from scratch. He managed to modernize the country without any petrodollars. Unfortunately, during the time of Shtakh, a bet was made on the export of raw materials and the import of consumer goods, food. And, unfortunately, this policy continues to this day. I would make scientists the richest people in the country. Oligarch professors would be the rule, not the exception. In addition, higher education should be not only free, but also compulsory, and the director of an enterprise must have a dissertation, and it must be handed over to a computer that cannot be bribed. In general, we will significantly raise the intellectual level of young people so that the principle does not dominate: buy and sell!
  - Yes, many even with higher education are looking for easy bread, the trade sector is clearly overloaded. - The colonel agreed with a sigh and added even more sadly. - A scientific field is not held in high esteem.
  The weapons were loaded quickly. Komsomol girls worked and talked at the same time:
  - I think we need more stringent restrictions for market economies and. - Clever Aurora entered the conversation. - What would not be such super-rich. And then one Russian oligarch with Jewish roots has a fortune that immediately two hundred of the richest people in China.
  The colonel was already losing his temper, but at the same time he showed rare restraint:
  - That's right, and even the majority of billionaires are not of Slavic nationality. We are thinking about it, and we are trying to pinch them.
  - Weakly pinch! Yes, a thorough weeding is needed here. Margaret objected. - Well, all the "Stingers-crackers" unloaded it's time to beat the enemy.
  On the shore they already knew about the attack and the Yankees were gathering forces. The death of the helicopters showed the enemy, they are very strong, and the Americans are not such a nation to tear headlong into hell. They were ready to hit for sure. In addition, the "constancy" group was pulling up its units.
  In this situation, you need to attack yourself. Then there will be an advantage. That's just how to head on or make a detour maneuver. Margarita Korshunova suggested:
  - Let's go straight to the port and kill them all there!
  - Not a bad idea, but you can immediately fall under dagger fire. I offer a softer version. Quick detour, entry from the side of the forest. - Aurora made a circle with her bare toes, and then reproduced the pentagram.
  - Is it worth wasting time!? - In the voice of the scientist Margarita sounded skepticism.
  - The winter night is quite long. Aurora objected. "Besides, the enemy must not know that there are only two of us. It is necessary to create the illusion that the attack is also coming from the side of the land, as if there are large forces against them.
  - This time, I agree with you, let's go! - Margarita promptly brought the swimming facility to combat readiness.
  Komsomol girls moved at high speed in an inflatable boat. Still invisible soldiers, for virtual surveillance and radar.
  Cutting through the air, they bypassed several ships and, passing the buildings, found themselves in freer waters. Along the way, they were met by mutant sharks, but unlike the Anaconda, the Komsomol girls did not smell of blood. Therefore, they did not try to attack. In addition, Aurora launched a disk boomerang with her bare toes:
  - Let him give them a new goal.
  Injuring the shark, he knocked out a fountain of blood from her body. The animal twitched, and her companions immediately pounced with their retractable jaws and fangs of mammoths. It looked scary, the monstrous beasts impaled their friend, she butted in response with a tusk, hit. Greenish, oily blood spread over the surface. Predators entered the battle, and the number of crippled grew; they were in turn finished off by others.
  - Wow, Margaret ! But they are easy to deal with. He took, wounded one, and the rest will mutilate themselves. - Aurora splashed loudly and stomped her bare feet.
  - You see the devil's morality plays a role. No need to preach hatred for your neighbor, and the desire to finish off the weak. Snow White the Terminator winked.
  We didn't fight the weak. - Aurora, sparkling with emerald eyes, said very proudly. - There were four hundred and eighty of them against the two of us, and there is a battle ahead with at least two thousand, of which three hundred and fifty are selected special forces that have gone through Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia. And other fighters are not without experience.
  - A strong opponent, tempers the body and will, makes you stronger - a weak one corrupts the soul and weakens the body, makes you weaker! So the hard way gives much more easy victory! - Said the wise Margarita.
  Bypassing the port of the Komsomol girl, we went to the canal. It was not far from the port, you can even hear the ships humming. Scout warriors were in the canal. It was quite long and oddly writhing. Along the way, the Komsomol girls almost ran into an anomaly. It curved the air like a transparent spring. Insects flew up to her and flared up with bright caviar. Nevertheless, she attracted winged creatures.
  - It's something like a fly annihilator. - Aurora drew attention, flashing her bare heels.
  - Maybe some kind of radiation attracts insects. I feel the ultrasonic vibrations of the air with my skin. - Margarita even cringed cowardly.
  - A new problem for us! In general, this strange nature of the zone can lead to a heart attack. - Irony sounded in the voice of the fiery Aurora.
  - You and I have two hearts, so we won't die right away! - Margarita became cheerful. - It's good when you're not quite human.
  The fiery devil shouted at this:
  - Agree! And then she would have stood at the stove, and even pregnant!
  Nevertheless, the girls had to stop, push off from the snags, move aside several times, kicking backwards.
  Behind one anomaly, another immediately appeared, this time an oval intermittent one. All this made movement difficult. Nevertheless, they passed, ahead of them there was a semblance of a stream.
  It is difficult to climb it, there is oncoming traffic, but there are no anomalies. Bare footprints remain on the grass covered with hoarfrost.
  The Komsomol girls stopped before leaving it. It can be seen how several heads of "cabbage" ran up. The mutant plants did not see the almost indistinguishable girls, a couple of them stumbled upon the boots (the Bear Warriors had just put on their shoes to hide the smell), but apparently convinced that they were inedible, they fell behind.
  - We have to swim a bit forward! - Said, throwing out the bestial grin Aurora. - We'll hide the boat there.
  - Carrying it with you is not handy! - Margarita Korshunova agreed.
  Making a jet engine silent is not an easy task for designers, but the cuttlefish uses the same principle, and is a first-class hunter.
  Finding a hiding place so that a random fraer does not grab it is not so easy. The lair of a dangerous beast is best suited here. For example, a beaver rat. The animal is dangerous, it is difficult to kill and the size of a wild boar. Not wool scales, a normal fraer will not stick to her lair. Especially at night. So the girls reasoned, hiding an inflatable boat, in the likeness of a pocket. Where bushes hang over the water from above. It was there that the girls left their treasure, disguised with bush branches.
  - Well hidden? - Margarita asked, doing exercises on the go.
  - Until the morning lie down, and at dawn we will wash off! Furious Aurora straightened the stone with her heel.
  - And if the rat-raccoon shits! - Wrinkled warrior-Komsomol member.
  - Let's shoot! Its skin is stronger than that of an alligator and is highly valued. Aurora winked her emerald eyes like a child.
  - Let's sell! Let's change our disguise, and no one will recognize us! - Margarita Korushnova provocatively showed her tongue.
  Aurora growled.
  - OK!
  The girls stepped back slightly, as the rat-raccoon himself appeared. They froze, determined to keep the beast alive for the time being. In some ways, they resembled a bandit who killed a family, but released a bird from a cage. Rat-raccoon failed to catch the almost indistinguishable smell of the girls, in addition, he was full, having tasted carrion, went to bed.
  His unusual snoring resembles the chirping of a mediocre violinist.
  The Komsomol girls tried to move quickly, and at the same time no one saw them, the movement was so secretive. They even took off their boots.
  Bare-footed Aurora asked her friend, and not for the purpose of obtaining information, but simply to relieve tension:
  - Well, how does the detour succeed?
  Margarita answered without fuss:
  - Unless we run into anomalies.
  The fiery devil put her finger to her lips:
  - And here is one such creeps out.
  Anomaly pearl from underground. She even loosened the soil. Like a gigantic mole, rammed sand, clay, grass. Pushed out something slimy like oil. After starting to smack.
  - It's disgusting! - Said the fiery Aurora. It's like two pigs kissing.
  Anomaly heard them and moved to the girls disturbed.
  - Let's go to the sides! - ordered Margarita.
  Agile Aurora did not understand:
  - And why is that?
  Snow White the Terminator smirked.
  - Let's make you chase two hares!
  The Komsomol girl showed her tongue, caught a wasp with it and chewed it, she was amused by such a proposal. The scouts dispersed, and the anomaly froze. It shook a little and began to fall, a small flame passed through a puddle of oil. However, as soon as it lit up, it also quickly went out.
  - This is not Pyromania! - I noticed, squinting barefoot Aurora and immediately jumped, twisting into a somersault back.
  - Yes, the Pyromania anomaly can cause a catastrophe! Margaret agreed. - Now faster forward, and so we're wasting time.
  As soon as the Komsomol girls went deep into the thick of bushes in buds, trees, intertwined mutant lianas, they were surrounded by almost impenetrable darkness. Only the bark of the trees gleamed, giving the landscape an ominous, otherworldly feel. However, girls do not need night vision monoculars, this is for weaklings, people who are not capable of independent decisions and see in the dark. Aurora almost rammed a tree, the radioactive backlight made the distance illusory, often cheating with the distance.
  - Damn it! - The fiery devil quite appropriately mentioned the unclean one. It seems that there is no anomaly, but the light is bent.
  - It's phosgene and phosphorus! - Margarita declared, and twisted her graceful neck. After all, they often change the parameters of the air.
  - So this must be taken into account! - Red Aurora agreed with poorly hidden irony.
  The warrior waved her hand through the air.
  - Slow at first, then get used to it.
  The Komsomol girls gradually accelerated, while trying not to crack even with a knot under the sole. Fearing not so much casual observers as various creatures that could react to the sound.
  At first it was dry, but then as soon as the girls moved the bushes, a real waterfall poured on them!
  - Water, I suppose, is heavy! Aurora suggested.
  - Ten percent for sure! Margaret agreed.
  The fiery she-devil knocked down the insect with a hypertitanium heel and expressed her opinion:
  - Therefore, the dew is so large and does not evaporate!
  Clay champed under the soles of his boots. Its color is an unusual greenish-purple, like a sepulcher. This was not anywhere on Earth, except for the place of the zone.
  The legs tried to part on it to the sides, but the tracks instantly overgrew, which facilitated reconnaissance. It's just hard to move, it sticks to the shoes, forcing you to waste effort. Aurora and Margarita even swallowed a concentrated chocolate bar. Grass was rare, and was predominantly predatory. She crawled on the clay, and tried to grab the insects. The intricacies of tall lianas, bushes, branches, leaves, sometimes odorless, and sometimes with a strong aroma.
  - And where are the creepers from? - Asked Margarita. - It's a temperate zone.
  - The result of a mutation, take root. In addition, the zone is warmer than it is in it! About fifteen degrees. It is hotter here in summer than in equatorial Africa. Or not about the same temperature. - Beautiful Aurora wrinkled her forehead, apparently trying to remember what she once read.
  Margarita very confidently stated:
  - That's nothing! At least for us.
  The bare-legged Aurora turned over in the air, doing somersaults and whining:
  - We are Komsomol bears and that says it all!
  - I remember we were somehow taken to the Sahara. I spent a week without food and drink, made my way along the sand, which burned a frying pan barefoot like on a stove and nothing survived! - I noticed, letting sparks out of my eyes (and not figuratively, but literally!) Margarita. - Only of course pleasant, it was not enough.
  - Of course! I went through it too! Feet quickly get used to, but only itch afterwards. And the skin darkens in the sun. - Confirmed, cheerful and playful as a cat from Viria Aurora.
  - I do not like when the body is white, it seems too pampered. - Margarita did not pretend to grimaced.
  - Chocolate tan is trendy right now. - The fiery devil snarled the teeth of the panther. - It means you have money to go to the South.
  The girls almost ran out of the intricacies of the Chernobyl jungle. Past the bank of a wide channel was located. A dense shrub, sticking out roots, a mutant plantain, with its wide leaves - created a convenient closed position.
  Margaret exclaimed:
  - Well, here is Vizhnitsa in front of us.
  - Yes, a former Soviet city! Why is Ukraine proud, it has become almost a separate country within the Soviet Union. After all, we have been at war with them for centuries ! That is why the USSR won, and now the Ukrainians are our brothers. Red Aurora spread her arms wide and tried to take off.
  - And earlier there were Russian brothers to them. Every child knows that Kyiv is the mother of Russian cities. - She said, smiling wider Margarita. - They were united by the sacred Orthodox faith, and Slavic roots. God Himself commanded that the USSR be a single state. But Bandera came and made bedlam - it turned out to be a war. However, we won.
  - Order is built on a foundation where cement is faith, and sand is will! And for this, many villains need to be planted! - Answered, fiercely growling Aurora.
  Seeing the city is not difficult. The ditch is littered here, it's not a problem to cross the rampart. The houses are mostly old, five-story buildings are visible, and skyscrapers of the Stalinist era. The girls have already visited modern buildings. Then Margarita remembered:
  - We must take out eighteen children, don't we?
  - Our guys will help! Let's create such a panic in the city that they won't be able to track our movements! Barefoot Aurora shook her gun.
  The snow-white warrior looked around and, cutting down a mosquito-tick, lowering her voice, asked:
  - What if he rolls over?
  The fiery devil logically remarked:
  - I count on his elementary greed. Besides, I'm going to call this dwarf now. I will support his fighting spirit.
  Margarita Korshunova growled quite unintelligently:
  - It's best to do it with a good slap in the face.
  Aurora, with a quick run of the toes of her bare feet, dialed a number with the buttons and said loudly:
  - Are you ready!
  - Yes, but there was such a mess! - I heard a thin squeak in response.
  - Do not despair under the guise where it is easier to take out. Besides, no one would be surprised by the absence of children after such a stormy night. The sly, red-haired she-devil lowered her tone.
  - Agree! They will no longer be up to us! - The dwarf purred - a specialist in kidumping.
  - Wait for us, no matter what happens! Maybe add another five percent. Aurora said softly.
  The last words had a magical effect. The moron bandit purred:
  - I'll wait, even if the end of the world is coming!
  The cool Aurora, with an ironic raising and lowering of long eyelashes, thought: "something this reminds me of Judas waiting for an aspen stake."
  - Well, now we will beat the Americans and their henchmen. - The green-eyed Aurora said decisively.
  - Do you know that I can't forgive America in any way? Galina clenched her fists.
  - What? - Surprised red she-bear-Komsomol member.
  - Bombardment of our and Japanese cities! This is barbarism! I even wrote poetry! - Margarita shook her grenade, and even with such anger that a whole swarm of furry mutant insects fell down.
  Aurora jumped up, delighted:
  - Let's sing! This is interesting.
  And Korshunova will sing, her voice, as always, is higher than the Himalayas of praise;
  The Star of the Fatherland is given by the Lord,
  Believe me, she is more radiant than the Sun!
  You are my native country -
  Know for you, the heart beats with sadness!
  
  In you, we are Komsomol members like eagles,
  We crush the Nazis and sweep away the scrap!
  We even managed on Jupiter,
  Grow the fruits - unrealizable paradise!
  
  Venus is the place for love
  On Mars, the feeling of a warrior is the highest!
  You break the chains of evil, doubts,
  After all, God wants to do the best!
  
  Destroy the cosmic pressure
  Let's catch the chin with a strong hook!
  The enemy will be crushed by the power of the world,
  And the Junkers was shot down with an ordinary children's bow!
  
  Alignment one - take and win,
  We cannot know another outcome!
  And you do not tear the wolf of the Reich,
  Get a bayonet in the face from a fighter!
  
  And the bayonet will not suit you for the future,
  We will add dynamite to the bulldozer!
  So fast flight
  When the proletarian struck the hammer!
  
  The next move will pass like a hurricane
  And the endgame will be a winning mate!
  After all, our fury is a mad volcano,
  Massacre on the bastard, a terrible cat!
  
  We clamped the ticks in Berlin,
  Paris is free under the Russian flag!
  We are daughters of the Fatherland and sons,
  When we feast, we eat honey with relish!
  
  Foggy Albion is now like a brother,
  New York got like a pie on a platter!
  Our red, scarlet poppy-colored flag,
  Under it, all people with freedom are happy!
  . CHAPTER #12
  Oleg Rybachenko also has a dream that is not even simple, but wonderful. As if he and Dima are continuing their military career;
  The two of them signed up as volunteers in the children's SS division, formed by the demon-possessed Fuhrer. It seems that in this reality, Hitler finally went nuts. True, on the other hand, he had the prudence not to start a hopeless war with the USSR.
  On the other hand, why wouldn't the boy get military hardening? Why should they let nurses and bask like barchuks?
  Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry, along with other guys from the junior battalion, flew to Africa. The German six-engine transport could carry up to two hundred armed paratroopers. But there was a whole battalion of three hundred fighters of the younger version of the Hitler Youth. Three hundred boys of about twelve years old, seemingly still quite blown nose, but in reality they were specially selected boys who had already received not weak military training.
  The Fuhrer wanted as many teenagers as possible to take part in the war. In Africa, the main British forces have already been defeated, although there are still strong garrisons in Sudan. True, the colonial troops are not entirely reliable, and in fact, the British units. They are not exactly English. They are not so well armed, especially with tanks, try it, so transfer the equipment across the metropolis. Therefore, the risk of large losses in boys is minimal. It is supposed to be at the level of conventional tactical exercises, and the younger generation will gain experience in war.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry are fluent in German (the alleged enemy), as well as English, Spanish and French. Their school is also elite and Soviet children, in theory, should be the smartest.
  A German boy, apparently one of the leaders, tall and muscular Hans Feuer shook hands and said honestly:
  - We did not expect that Russians can be so strong and smart. For example, spit our way like first-class Germans!
  Oleg Rybachenko modestly remarked:
  - And what's so surprising. Maybe we will have to fight, but if you go into reconnaissance and do not know the German language, how much information will you collect?
  Hans agreed:
  - It's true! But in general we were taught that you are Russian subhumans. Slavs are a transitional stage between apes and humans. That is, in terms of the development of intelligence, Russian is a little higher than a pet.
  Dimitri clenched his fists angrily.
  - Yes, I can embed for such words.
  Hans answered bravely, clenching his fists:
  - Only the choice of weapons is up to me. With gloves on, you're the champion of the Half World, but how about a duel on nunchucks?
  Dmitry was surprised:
  - And what is it?
  The German elite kid wanted to respond, showing off his erudition, but Oleg Rybachenko was ahead of him:
  - This is an agricultural tool, which in China knock out sheaves. The Mongol-Tatars forbade the Chinese to carry weapons, so they turned this outwardly harmless device into a deadly club. A whole system of combat on nunchucks was developed. Then it was adopted by the Japanese at the end of the nineteenth century. Probably, it went from them to the SS troops.
  Hans replied:
  - Not certainly in that way. Ten years ago, the Great Fuhrer invited several gurus from China, ordering that the Third Reich hand-to-hand combat school be the most advanced in the world. One should not think that we Germans, being the highest nation, do not want to learn anything from other peoples. Our German military school demands that the human factor be taken into account as much as possible.
  Dmitry nodded vigorously, confirming the thought:
  - And the Soviet one too. Stalin said - technology during the reconstruction period decides everything! And then, in the second five-year plan, he developed the idea - cadres decide everything!
  Oleg Rybachenko said otherwise:
  - I must say that everything is not all right with the human factor. For example, the level of technical training of soldiers in the USSR is lagging behind. But overall, we are great!
  Hans suggested:
  - Would you like to play Hitler-hash?
  Soviet boys were surprised:
  - And what is it?
  Hans winked.
  - The last invention of the Great Fuhrer. Like chess, which is played not by two, but by four, two by two. But on one board of four hundred cells. It has tanks, and self-propelled guns and battleships. In total, each figure has forty, and a total of one hundred and sixty. Some move like chess, others don't. Plus some other innovations... For example, a tank and a battleship can only be shot down by tanks, self-propelled guns and Links, and infantrymen either together, or if they reach a certain line, they strengthen their weapons. In general, the game is very difficult, not at all like chess.
  - Show her. - Asked Oleg Rybachenko.
  Hans took a folding board out of his backpack. It was hinged and quite compact. Figures are magnetized. Forty identical each. The board itself is quite conservative, a rectangle. The rules are interesting, in particular, almost all pieces do not hit like they move, except for tanks. They can both beat and walk with a capture.
  As expected, the strongest piece is the battleship, the weakest is the light infantryman. The self-propelled guns turned out to be here, and who is interested in the planes, and one at a time, but then an attack aircraft, a fighter, a bomber, and a hydroplane. In addition to battleships, there are also destroyers. The infantry is also different, mechanized, simple and cavalry. That is, it is not easy to understand the rules. Oleg Rybachenko immediately noted:
  - No, this game of chess cannot be beaten in popularity. Difficulty level is just over the top!
  Hans agreed:
  - Yes, it will not be easy to develop a strategy here. And you can't write smart books. But this is for the Aryans!
  Dmitry agreed:
  - Yes, for the Aryans! Let's play!
  Oleg Rybachenko warned:
  - There will be little pleasure!
  Hans invited another boy and having formed a couple, he began to play against the boys. In this case, I chose brown. Oleg and Danka are naturally red!
  The game was not really exciting at first, but then the boys got involved. Oleg Rybachenko, as a born strategist, seized the initiative and began to push the enemies from the flanks. In the game of the Fuhrer, in general, there was no king, and the headquarters could be displaced without losing a turn.
  But the boys were not allowed to play. An alarm sounded...
  - Air attack!
  The boys immediately rushed to the portholes. Although the windows were narrow, you could not see very well through them, and there was even a crush.
  Landing planes flew in a column, and of course with escort of well-armed fighters.
  There were no more than a dozen Englishmen. The Spitfires, seeing that the Germans opened more machine gun fire, trying to hit from a long distance. But they got the answer themselves. Three aircraft of the Royal Air Force began to smoke, and the rest fled.
  The boys whistled loudly, but no one swore obscenities - discipline. But they stomped on with their boots and let out a number of salty jokes.
  Of course, the transport cannot chase the fighters, the difference in speeds is an order of magnitude, so the boys had to calm down and return to their business. Some even began to do push-ups from the floor, others to do the press.
  However, Oleg Rybachenko was so inspired that he sang, with a voice capable of driving away not only the king, but the emperor of liars (Hitler!);
  We are flying into a harsh, mortal battle,
  Pioneers - children of communism!
  Our Lord Svarog is always with me,
  Let's crush the foundations of revanchism!
  
  We have courage and perseverance
  Each machine knows how to assemble!
  A furious defeat awaits the Nazis,
  Do not carry Fritz nonsense!
  
  Near Moscow, the Wehrmacht was firmly beaten,
  We showed dashing valor!
  Slippery parasite was crushed
  We won, we count outright!
  
  What can Fritz do next?
  Only paws to the top - quickly give up!
  And Adolf in the throat - a sharp Spitz,
  Let the clown donkey play the role!
  
  Our role is to blow the victorious horn,
  Gathering the red legions!
  And ruthlessly cut off the heads of the aggressor,
  At least they came to the front straight from school!
  
  We beat the reptiles, as if they were born by Mars,
  And everywhere the Fritz ask for mercy!
  We are the sons of the great, where all equal countries -
  Let them approve the march from the face icon!
  
  Hitler thought to capture our Earth,
  And now he has a bump under his bangs!
  After all, the Germans wanted to turn everyone into a game,
  And they were laid by a simple boy!
  
  What happened to the "Tiger" - he went into metal,
  From it we will cook samovars with sweet tea!
  The Fritz got it - a steep defeat on the horns,
  We are in Berlin in a radiant, warm May!
  
  And Adolf became a loop instead of a tie,
  Tightened the neck of the foe-executioner!
  A heavy penalty ran for his sins,
  And now I'm trampling Germany with tanks!
  
  The Great Stalin himself awarded the Komsomol member,
  He gave the order - a big star of "Victory"!
  How much we put - to the Holy Fatherland of forces,
  That our grandfathers rejoice in the next world!
  It's strange, but for such a seditious song they applauded him violently - everyone here is completely numb, or what?
  When Oleg Rybachenko finished singing, the dream was interrupted, and they were awakened again, this time not in the most usual way, but taken and doused with cold water. After that, again, these chains, which had filled with terrible abrasions on the hands, and the column was driven ... They didn"t even give me breakfast! Round! That's right, the Germans remained in place, and the prisoners slowly moved along the ring road. What is the meaning of this is not clear. Road paved with asphalt and pebbles. A few hours later, bare heels began to burn and itch violently. Many of the girls were bleeding.
  Then, although it was still a long way from evening, without ceremony they drove him back and hastily unchained him, ordered him to lie down.
  Oleg Rybachenko and the rest of the girls hastily obeyed. And although I didn"t feel like sleeping at all, the arms of the god of sleep and visions of Hypnosis (which the Almighty Zeus himself made to close his eyes!) rolled up suddenly, and inevitably.
  And again, pioneer boys in honorable military affairs, even if they belong to a foreign army;
  A battalion of three hundred twelve-year-old boys from Jungvolk was rebuilt on the spot and moved further south. At first, the boys were driven a couple of kilometers in cars, but then the management apparently changed their minds and decided to arrange a survival run for the boys.
  The boys were forced to undress, remaining in some military shorts, and so almost naked and barefoot with satchels on their shoulders, to run south.
  Of course, they were allowed to smear themselves with a new, fairly effective sunscreen, and the route did not run through the desert, but through softer and not so burning grass, as it ran along the Nile River, and around a full-flowing source, grass and trees grew, but still the test was the hardest. For I had to flee, in the conditions of the wild African July heat, and even with submachine guns, as well as backpacks with supplies.
  Of course, in a special battalion there were boys representing the color of the German nation and having decent physical training, but still.
  The young warriors were built and their commander, the same jerk as they are, though quite tall, with the muscles of Apollo, ordered:
  - Well, bro! I know it will be hard for you, but debt is debt! Fifty-eight kilometers must be covered by evening! That's an order.
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - Hmm yeah! The word this command sounds like a spell! It cannot be ignored.
  Dima remarked:
  - I'm willing to bet that we won't do it!
  Hans Feuer objected:
  - Obliged to fulfill, for we are Aryans! And you are Russians, too, Aryans if you write down in the best battalion of Jungfolk.
  A backpack behind his back, along with ammunition, water and soldering, is eighteen kilograms, plus a three-kilogram submachine gun. Twenty-one kilograms, it"s hard for an adult if you walk for a long time, and then run, and even under the scorching sun.
  Oleg Rybachenko rubbed his leg on the grass. The boys were enthusiastic about getting rid of the shoes, wearing leather boots (the leather is really artificial, but still not some kind of kirzach), it"s hard to run here. Gym shoes or tennis shoes would have been better, but in the conditions of warring Germany this is a luxury, and they decided not to spoil the boys.
  The command sounded, and the warriors from Jungvolk rushed to run, while trying to maintain a semblance of formation.
  A fresh breeze blew from the Nile, pleasantly blowing over the naked, muscular torsos of the boy warriors. They were somewhat reminiscent of teenage titans ready to storm the sky. They ran, breathing measuredly, almost toe to toe. Ahead were the tallest, and, of course, tall Dimka, although six boys, including the commander, were taller than him. Oleg Rybachenko, who was only slightly above the standard, his eleven-year-old growth (in contrast to the reality in which he followed in his heroic ancestors!) had to rush, almost at the very end. True, this was an advantage, less chance of crushing the heels, or getting a foot under the place where they were sitting. He is the youngest here, but certainly not the weakest or even more stupid.
  The load is palpable, but still acceptable, and everyone has experience of jogging with a load. Even with a lot of weight, when they carried, for example, a partner on their shoulders.
  Under the bare feet of bare feet, from time to time they crunch or crack, into broken palm branches or cones, sometimes there are thorny plants that the boys try to get around. The grass is heated, often dry, but certainly does not burn like desert sand. In general, you can still live, only the Sun rises and intensifies the heat.
  Tall Hans, about the same height as Dmitry and, they run shoulder to shoulder. A German warrior boy asks a Soviet young soldier:
  - Well, now you're at war! Gunpowder, of course, has not yet sniffed, but we have everything ahead. Do you experience any kind of excitement?
  Dmitry honestly answered:
  - Not yet! - And he added, turning his head around again. - Honestly, no!
  Hans snorted contemptuously.
  - I do! I'll be honest, yes! Well, what of the boys of my age can legally go to war. Fight, shoot, kill, blow up, capture. After all, this is romance. After all, you and Olezhka also wanted to feel like living warriors, to get away from the routine!
  Dimka resolutely objected:
  Our life is not routine. In general, being a pioneer, even a leader and an athlete, is very interesting.
  - So what, you signed up with us? Are you afraid of being killed or maimed? - Hans teased sarcastically.
  Dimka, nicknamed Ilya Muromets - scoffed:
  - That's why I signed up to show that the Russians can fight no worse than the Germans. And then the whole world writes and talks about your victories ...
  Hans chuckled.
  - Well, yes! About our victories, glory throughout the universe. - A tall warrior boy puffed out his wide chest with pride. - And you Russians can hardly push the tiny Finnish army. You have nothing to brag about!
  Dmitry, offended, with difficulty restraining himself so as not to use his fists, objected:
  - We also have Khalkhin Gol!
  Hans snorted contemptuously.
  - Minor skirmish, somewhere in Asia. And our guys have already taken Europe, and almost all of Africa and Asia. And we will capture Russia, it"s time for us to spit!
  Dmitri's eyes flashed angrily:
  - Do not grab, the arms are short!
  Hans laughed.
  - And how did we force you to sign the Treaty of Brest-Litovsk? You gave us land, count up to the Dnieper, having three times as many bayonets and sabers. What can be said about the Russian as a soldier in this case?
  Dimka grouped up, he intended to punch Hans in the snout, and knowing his strength as a champion of the "half-world", he would certainly have knocked out the impudent German boy, but ... I didn"t want to break the line and arrange a fight. Yes, and it"s not good to use fists during the controversy. Except in this case, most likely he will be arrested, and he will not have time to show that the Russians are fighting no worse than the Germans. Therefore, Dmitry calmly objected:
  - We Russians beat you under Frederick II, and even took Berlin. And when Napoleon the Great commanded you, half of his army was Germans, and in the First World War there was a Brusilovsky breakthrough. Yes, and you did not take Paris because our troops almost captured Koenigsberg.
  Hans found a pretty weighty counterargument:
  - But anyway, in the last battles with us, you were defeated! And they judge a person and a nation in the first place, according to final deeds!
  Dmitry quite reasonably objected:
  - Under the tsar, we had a backward industry, especially in the military-technical sphere. And now, we have developed a serious industry. For example, you saw the KV-2 tank. It is equipped with a 152 mm howitzer. Do you Germans have anything like that?
  Hans chuckled.
  - The French on the S-2 tanks also had howitzers even larger than the 155-millimeter caliber, but it didn"t stop us from defeating the frogs, having weaker equipment than now. The main strength of the Wehrmacht is the superiority of the human factor!
  Dmitry twisted his face with an even tan:
  - And why do you think that you have an advantage over us in the human factor, if you became the champion of the "half world"? And defeating the best of your guys?
  Hans quite reasonably stated:
  - Exceptions sometimes only confirm the rules. Actually almost always! Now, if we take not individual phenomena, but the level of military training as a whole, then here ...
  Dmitry got angry:
  - You do not know what level of combat training we have and how the exercises are carried out in the Soviet army. So no need to speculate!
  Hans logically remarked:
  - In Spain there was a competition between the Soviet military school, doctrine and German. We tested our equipment and weapons. The result is the victory of our military school, and strategic art, and the consolidation of the Franco regime. So we already fought with your guys and won!
  Dmitry Muromets sadly remarked:
  - You had a lot more troops than us! You just took the amount!
  - I wouldn't say that. - Hans lowered his head and fell silent, the first signs of fatigue began to appear and it became difficult to speak.
  The worst part is, of course, the heat. The sun inexorably went to the zenith. None of the boys were used to her. Germany and Russia are northern countries, and in summer they rarely go above thirty degrees. And this is Africa in July, and the breeze has stopped pulling from the Nile.
  The bare feet of the boys became more prickly with dry grass, and then suddenly it ended, and a whole kilometer was covered with burning gravel. It was very painful, some of the not too restrained boys squealed. Sweat dripped from them and dripped with a hiss onto the hot gravel.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry, and most of the other boys brought up in the Spartan spirit, tried to smile and not give out flour. They were thinking about something else. So Oleg Rybachenko imagined that his bare feet were licked by a flame on the rack, and they wanted to snatch an important state secret from him. And he must endure it and not show that he is hurt or scared. In addition, the boys grew up in harsh conditions and their heels were not so pampered, although the poet and black gravel burned, but not so much that the rough skin peeled off.
  Heat strokes soon followed. Almost simultaneously, several overheated boys fainted, and they had to be picked up on a light, folding stretcher.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted to himself that the Germans, in general, have good equipment. Is it possible that in the Red Army you will find a device for carrying the wounded from duralumin, which at the same time is easily hidden in a backpack.
  But it"s harder to run with an additional load in your hands, and your bare heels burn more strongly, as the pressure increases. So they're sort of in a voluntary-compulsory hell. Oleg Rybachenko even thought: how would his comrades react to such a test, everyone would have survived.
  Wide swathes of red-hot, blackened gravel were combined with stabbing, dried grass. In addition, the commander gradually led the boys away from the Nile, apparently to avoid entering the settlements of Egypt.
  Again, some of the boys began to collapse and the boys, exhausted or stunned by the sun club, covered their heads with a rag soaked in water, and laid them on a stretcher. Some who had previously suffered a light strike got up and continued to run.
  But the strength of the young guys was decreasing, and almost half were out of order.
  Finally, the commander, also pretty tired, said:
  - I order everyone to rest! We've reached the limit! Cover yourself with sunshades, drink water with vinegar and chocolate. Then you will lie down to do breathing exercises!
  The warrior boys exclaimed in a weak chorus:
  - We are ready to fulfill any order!
  Despite the sunscreen, the baby's skin turned red and bruised. It was uncomfortable to lie on the prickly dry grass, and the boys put cellophane under themselves.
  Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko settled down next to each other in the same tent. The boys seemed slightly dried up, and the skin darkened. My bare feet were burning and itching badly, my legs had to be lifted up so that the blood flowed out, and it became at least a little easier.
  Dmitry remarked:
  - The fact that the war is not honey, we knew it, but not to the same extent!
  Oleg Rybachenko gloomily promised:
  - It's still flowers. If you see blood and look at your first corpse, you will understand that all these running around on a hot surface are nothing!
  Dmitry pulled his stomach in and said:
  - In books, of course, they write about what it feels like when you kill a person for the first time. Even a bad person and your enemy, ready to release the guts. But still it is..
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - In Boussenard's book "Captain Daredevil", there was also a whole battalion of suckers that fought with the British. Something reminds us. But there the problem of psychology, they say, what it is like to kill a person, is only briefly touched upon when a bullet accidentally mowed down a young drummer. And so in general there is a rather frivolous attitude towards death. It seems to be not even a war, but a holiday!
  Dmitry logically objected:
  - This is a book for children and teenagers; who are bored of reading about psychological experiences. And the end is so bad, almost the entire battalion of milksops died, and the continuation was never written!
  Oleg Rybachenko, with a deep expression of genuine grief, remarked:
  - But this is such a book that you regret how quickly it ended. But much more often it happens the other way around, that you literally suffer, trying to overcome this or that work!
  - If you have Leo Tolstoy's novel "War and Peace", then Olezhek is undoubtedly right! Dmitry agreed.
  The young partner then objected:
  - In the book "War and Peace" there is intrigue, several storylines, and characters revealed in detail. No, she's not empty. By no means boring! Although of course in the beginning is far from the most interesting.
  Dmitry agreed:
  - Yes, that's right ... Many writers sin with a sluggish plot, when, before the most interesting action begins, you manage to discard a seemingly boring book.
  Having allowed the boys to wait out the very peak of the sun, the commander was a peppy Wolf Shtich, a very muscular kid, about fourteen years old in appearance. The face is beautiful, but strict, childish and adult at the same time. Wolf himself is still from Jungvolk, but his command principle is that the young must be led by the young. And the fact that Shtikh has no experience and consider that a child does not bother anyone. The main thing is that he is an Aryan and commands the Aryans, which means that he is able to do the impossible, to ordinary people. And what? They're doing it!
  Running again, forgetting about pain, fatigue, boys who are even ashamed (such is upbringing!), To remember mom, dad, or think about something tender. This is when the ability to endure suffering, and the test itself is a great blessing.
  Young warriors run without thinking about disobedience, and if they want anything, it's a fight!
  The heat is still very strong, and again the boys run out onto the prickly hot gravel. And he doesn't even see the end. The pain becomes unbearable and many of the young warriors can no longer hold back the groans of pain.
  Then Oleg Rybachenko began to sing a song he composed on the go, a real march;
  The glory of the Soviet Motherland is great -
  We worthy believe, we will be this glory!
  We will defeat a cruel enemy in battle,
  For the sake of the Russian, most radiant Power!
  
  What is in the Motherland that sings,
  In the heart of an honest, barefoot pioneer!
  We rush like a bird into flight,
  How holy our faith has become!
  
  Automatic believe me big brother
  And grenades are not superfluous at all!
  If you are brave, then the result
  It will, despite the fact that you are a boy!
  
  The pioneer is cocky and stern ...
  But the smile of God illuminates us!
  Alas, there are many evil aces in the world,
  They want to ruin a place in paradise!
  
  The fascist jackal is pulling its paws towards us,
  He wants to rip out the heart of a child!
  And his pigs pockmarked grin,
  Let him get a slap in the face loudly!
  
  Tanks "Tigers" are "boots",
  Clumsy - terribly angular!
  And you don't run away from them,
  Well, better prepare grenades!
  
  We will create such a world, believe me,
  Where millions will be happy!
  A predatory beast will run away into the lair,
  We will lay down the vile legions!
  
  What is in the Motherland that sings,
  And crushes all the Nazis very famously ...
  Squeeze stronger knight ray gun ...
  And so that it becomes peaceful and quiet on the planet!
  
  
  
  
  The red banner will shine
  In it is the holy name of Jesus!
  Pass the pioneer exam for five -
  To be famous - your Russia!
  
  But that exam is not at the blackboard -
  It will have to be handed over from the trench!
  Gray hair rushes to the boy in whiskey,
  A friend died - now mourn at the tomb!
  
  What is the scum of the damned war,
  Not even worthy to be called a beast!
  And the horde does not know how to hold
  Though Adolf is sometimes funnier than a buffoon!
  
  We know we must not retreat,
  Pioneers fear someone else's forever!
  We guys are faithfully friendly,
  And morally I believe not cripples!
  
  We will complete the glorious march in Berlin,
  We always believe, knew how to fight!
  And caught at once dashing courage,
  PKK carrying in the run in the knapsack!
  Oleg Rybachenko finished a playful and brave song, and the German boys approved it with a whistle and laughter. As if they did not notice that their vaunted Fuhrer was doused with slop from head to toe!
  It became more fun to run, more vigor was added ... And soon the gravel ended and soft grass went, which became a delight for the burned feet, courageous boys.
  Dimitri remarked with a smile:
  - They say that a song helps us to live, but nothing was said about the fact that it also lightens a heavy load behind our backs!
  Oleg Rybachenko objected:
  - Even during the Ancient Egyptian civilization, it was known about the life-giving effect of music on the human body, and songs too. For example, small slaves and female slaves who could not yet work effectively in the fields and quarries were forced to sing in order to cheer up adult slaves. After all, such a science of Valliology came from Egypt.
  Commander Wolf shouted:
  - Rebuild for growth! And don't talk!
  The warrior boys reorganized at once, and then ran in silence.
  The sun has already gone into sunset (in North Africa in July it gets dark earlier than in the middle lane.). The halt was already close, when suddenly a signal followed.
  - Everyone lie down and disguise yourself!
  As it turned out for a reason. There was a distant noise ahead. And the boys were actively working with sapper shovels, throwing grass over themselves. It was already dark enough...
  Hans remarked:
  - Probably, it's ours! It is still too far to the front line, because the Wehrmacht has decently advanced.
  Dimitri remarked with a smile:
  "But learning the art of disguise never hurts!" In a real war, this will come in handy!
  Hans agreed:
  - Yes, never, but I'm sure it's ours!
  Wolf hissed:
  "One more word and I'll shoot you on the spot!" Everyone lie in wait! And make pomegranates.
  As it soon turned out, Hans and, in fact, was mistaken. British tanks appeared. However, the boys were quietly sitting in ambush: what if they were their own on captured vehicles.
  Although the tanks are heading north. There are only four of them, three light and one hard-to-penetrate "Matilda". The last tank is a big problem, since grenades can only damage its tracks. The lungs, on the other hand, can be hit with accurate throws into the roof or into the stern. If "Matilda" breaks the tracks, then she can inflict losses on the guys with her two machine guns and a cannon.
  Wolf did not want his friends to die already on the second, or rather even on the third day after arriving in Africa. True, machine guns could disable accurate hits. But the question is, whose tanks are these? Suddenly, trophies already captured by the Germans?
  Wolf ordered:
  - Private Yungfolkovets Oleg. Go out to the tanks without weapons and a satchel and find out who they are!
  Oleg whispered:
  - Listen to the commander!
  Half-naked in black shorts, the boy was swarthy from protective cream, and to hide his blond hair he put on some kind of turban from newspapers. Now he looked like an ordinary, poor Arab kid. It is unlikely that he will be taken for an enemy.
  The tanks moved at a leisurely pace, shifting into a gear where the engines made the least amount of noise, which also aroused suspicion. Jumping up to them, Oleg waved his arms vigorously and yelled in broken English.
  - There are mines! There are mines!
  The tanks stopped, a helmeted head stuck out of the Matilda and an angry voice in English answered:
  - Why arapchonok, you want?
  The warrior boy wailed:
  - The Germans put mines in the way! Be careful royal troops!
  A second head appeared from the shoulder strap, I heard it, it will answer:
  Let those nasty Germans die! My king is with us! Now we will eat them!
  - Come sit here! - Ordered, judging by the epaulettes, a colonel of the Royal British Tank Army!
  The boy scrambled up the tower, feeling the pleasant coolness of the armor on his bare, tiny blistered feet. Then he leaned back and began to show the British the way.
  There were five of them, and in the not very spacious turret of the Matilda medium tank it was a bit cramped. Here Oleg Rybachenko decided to become a hero. His dexterous, trained hands, like those of a professional pickpocket, reached into their belts and pulled out revolvers. The thumbs removed the fuses at once.
  Of course, it was vile, but the temptation to accomplish the "feat" was so strong that Olezhek fired a couple of times from each revolver, while aiming under the left shoulder blade.
  From such a distance, it is difficult to miss, and only a madman, or the last coward, can put on a bulletproof vest while sitting in a tank. The colonel was taken aback, and felt the muzzle of a pistol behind the scruff of the neck. The boy whispered, in the purest London dialect:
  - If you want to live, order the other three tanks to surrender! Otherwise, our battalion will destroy them along with the crews!
  The colonel was taken aback:
  - Who are you?
  Oleg Rybachenko frankly answered:
  - Your last chance for survival! Three light tanks will be bombarded with grenades and you will be tortured by fire. People will die! I'll count to three, either you give the order for them to surrender and get out of the car, or I'll shoot you in the flesh of your leg and repeat the request from the beginning! One, two...
  The Colonel whined.
  - Agree! Just don't kill us!
  Oleg Rybachenko proudly declared:
  - We Germans do not kill prisoners! And then after the capitulation of Britain, you can serve again in the new Royal Forces, renewed Britain.
  The Colonel gave the command in a trembling voice. The tankers obediently climbed out of the tanks, laying down their weapons. Several of the largest German boys, throwing off their camouflage grass, ran towards them, preparing to receive the first batch of prisoners in their lives.
  . CHAPTER #13
  The Six fight the Chinese again. Again, their hyperwitch threw them into the seventeenth century. The enemy has already managed to gather a huge army. The troops of the Celestial Empire laid siege to the Russian city.
  And now a boy, a girl and four girls crush the yellow army with swords.
  Oleg Rybachenko ran a windmill, cut down several Chinese and sang:
  - To the bloody battle ...
  And the boy threw several poisonous needles with his bare foot.
  Margarita, conducting a swift attack with swords, and holding a mill, confirmed:
  - Holy and right!
  And she also threw needles with her bare toes. Hitting a couple dozen Chinese.
  Natasha, crushing enemies with swords, added:
  - March, march, forward ...
  And also launch the bare feet of the needle.
  Working with both hands and feet, the girls crushed the Chinese very famously.
  Zoya also threw needles with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Working people!
  Aurora, launching a boomerang with her bare foot and cutting off the yellow warriors, readily confirmed:
  - March, march, forward ...
  Svetlana, crushing the Chinese and releasing steel stars with her bare fingers, hitting the enemy, squeaked:
  - Working people!
  The girls acted like real fighting eagles. And from their blows of swords, and throws of striking elements, enemies fell and fell.
  Oleg held the "Butterfly" technique with swords and sang:
  - Faces of death!
  And with his bare foot, the boy again threw the killer.
  Margarita held a reception at the mill. She crushed the opponents, and squeaked aggressively:
  - This is our way and struggle!
  And from her bare fingers fell several deadly disks.
  Oleg Rybachenko is a terminator boy, again throws what kills, and sings:
  - May Day is a holiday of labor!
  And from the bare foot of the young killer, discs fly again, cutting off the warriors of the celestial empire.
  Natasha again throws the deadly, and squeaks:
  - This is my good!
  And her bare heel hits the Chinese general in the chin and breaks his jaw.
  Zoya holds a butterfly reception with swords, and screeches:
  - I'm a mad panther!
  And from her bare fingers years of sharp little disk killer. And so they took and cut everyone.
  Then again the swords are in action, and everyone is cut down. This is the terminator girl.
  Aurora slashed the Chinese, crushed their bodies and gurgled:
  We are chosen...
  And the gift of death flies from her bare heel.
  Svetlana, cutting down the warriors of the yellow empire, confirms, baring her pearly teeth:
  - We choose!
  And from her bare feet again the flight of destruction.
  Oleg Rybachenko, crushing opponents, adds:
  How often is...
  The boy's bare toes launched the message of death.
  Margarita, destroying opponents, and launching annihilation presentations, added:
  - Does not match!
  Like a girl with nimble legs.
  Natasha, firing at the enemy, and launching gifts of death, issued:
  - I'm behind you...
  And bare feet as always in business.
  Zoya, after ripping open the enemies, took it and aggressively hissed with a cobra:
  - Follow the shadow...
  And her bare feet are back in business...
  Aurora, throwing her weapon with her bare lower limb at the enemies, and thoroughly shredding it, aggressively squeaked:
  - I am getting used to...
  Svetlana took and threw a dozen needles with her bare foot, struck down a mass of Chinese, and squeaked:
  - To mismatch!
  Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack again. He cuts down his enemies, and from time to time he sings:
  - Angels of goodness, two white wings, two white wings over the world!
  And from his bare leg again flies the gift of destruction.
  The boy as we see is very greyhound. And all the time barefoot, and hard. Real macho. Even though he looks twelve years old. But this is the epitome of destruction.
  Margarita also throws needles with her bare feet and squeaks:
  - Crazy dream! Complete beauty!
  And again something completely deadly bounces off the bare heel.
  This girl is the embodiment of death and destruction.
  And these Chinese, yes, it gets it.
  Natasha in the rapid movement of the beautiful terminator. Cuts off opponents, cuts them with swords and sings:
  - Praise Tsar Alexei!
  And needles fly from her bare feet.
  Zoya, cutting down the Chinese and destroying the enemy, confirms:
  - The villain will be defeated!
  And from her bare feet flies out, a present of wild death.
  Aurora, crushing the enemies, aggressively confirms:
  - And do not ask the enemy for mercy!
  And her bare foot, throws out again, something absolutely deadly. And smashes opponents to torn pieces of meat.
  Svetlana, knocking down rivals, and launching new needles into the enemy, like a cobra hisses:
  - Don't yell at the moon!
  And presents of dangerous death fly off from her bare fingers. Who hurt and kill everyone.
  Oleg Rybachenko is on the move... the boy is tireless as always...
  The Chinese are having a hard time. He crushes them so, and saws them.
  Boy genius squeaks:
  - This is my fight!
  And again, gifts of annihilation fly from his bare feet.
  And the young warrior fights like an utter and aggressive hero. And her swords are like the clubs of the Black God.
  Margarita took it, jumped up, cut down a mass of Chinese. Held reception, as if deadly force.
  Then she flailed her bare fingers again, acting like a bloody demon.
  The corpses of the Chinese have already formed whole mounds. The young warrior hissed:
  - My life in victory over enemies!
  And the girl again from a bare foot will let out a cloud of needles. And the yellow warriors fall dead.
  Natasha cut a corridor in front of her from the corpses of yellow warriors. She threw sharp, honed disks and squeaked:
  - Throw to Mars, and there will be a class!
  And from her bare foot again flies a killer gift of a very unpleasant death.
  And how many Chinese are dying. Hundreds, thousands, under the blows of the crushing six.
  Zoya is also on the move. Rides like a cobra, does not give the enemy the slightest chance. And the Chinese fall hacked.
  The girl with her bare foot launched needles sharp with poison and sang:
  - Russian heroes cut with a sword!
  And the warrior, as if a wave would rise, then fall.
  And Aurora takes a step towards the enemy, and cuts him down without further ado.
  Kills the Chinese and hisses:
  - My great heroism!
  And from her bare foot, again fly out what smashes the pieces into crayons.
  The red-haired girl does not spare the Chinese. Here at once cut seven people.
  And her bare heel, General of the Celestial Empire, broke her forehead. He, of course, died.
  Svetlana also moves and cuts down enemies. Her two swords, like folding scissors, cut through the bodies of the Chinese.
  In motion, the girl crushed a dozen opponents. And she took the disks with her bare feet and launched them. And she cut off a lot of Chinese.
  She's all in a wild frenzy.
  Svetlana says:
  - Enemies will not pass!
  Aurora agreed:
  - Of course, they will not pass - without a chance!
  And the red-haired bitch, howling wildly again and thrashing the Chinese with swords. And then the shrew's bare fingers will release a few needles. That a couple of dozen Chinese will be sent to the next world.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the yellow warriors, took it and squeaked:
  - Annihilation of the mind!
  And again the boy, with his bare toes, threw out the terribly lethal and deadly needles.
  And then he chirped:
  - In my dream - always a victory!
  Margarita, fighting with the enemy, and cutting down opponents, agreed:
  - Even a very big victory!
  And the girl again with her bare toes, as she takes it and launches the death-bringing one at the enemy.
  So many Chinese have already been killed by their couple. Yes, and four girls no less.
  Natasha threw a homemade grenade made of coal dust with her bare foot. The one will explode, tearing Chinese soldiers to shreds.
  And the girl yells:
  - I am the eagle of power over the world!
  Zoya is also very nimble in destroying the Chinese army. He swings his swords and sings:
  - We are proud eagles!
  And again, something very deadly flies out of her bare foot. And the Chinese are very specific kills.
  A girl in a wild ecstasy of a nimble and aggressive movement, not letting even one needle fall, without getting hit.
  Aurora is also moving. Her bare feet hurl sharp needles. The red-haired girl acts like a panther chasing jackals. She cuts the Chinese like sugarcane.
  And screams at the top of his lungs:
  - The future is mine!
  And sticks out his tongue.
  Svetlana also exterminates the Chinese. And her bare feet accelerate their rapid movement.
  Blonde girl, like a cobra. And cuts opponents without any pity.
  Her swords spin like a windmill. And do not let the enemy freeze in peace. Unless peace becomes complete and eternal.
  Svetlana, cutting off the Chinese, reports:
  - Our form is the highest!
  And from her bare foot flies out the lethal and incomprehensible. How to hit opponents, so straight to death.
  Aurora confirms:
  - Pure defeat!
  And a dozen needles fly from the girl's bare foot. Yes, so aptly that fifty Chinese fell at once.
  Natasha notices this, chopping down the warriors of the Celestial Empire:
  - Your rage is great!
  And bare toes will launch discs.
  Zoya, cutting opponents, exclaims:
  - Let the dream come true!
  And also a bare foot, like a murderous destruction will send.
  And the mass of the Chinese turns into corpses.
  Aurora, cutting down the yellow warriors, sings:
  - No mercy to the enemy!
  And from her bare leg fly out something that crushes the yellow fighters to death.
  And a red-haired warrior in a wild movement.
  Svetlana, having cut through a bunch of enemies, took it and squeaked, baring her pearly, sparkling teeth:
  - We will never stop! So the Russian army was born to win!
  And then the girl throws a coal grenade with her bare foot, and smashes her opponents into bloody pieces of meat.
  Oleg Rybachenko, defeating the Chinese, acted nimbly.
  And the terminator boy sang:
  - The Russian army is born to win!
  And the boy's bare heel in a jump hit the tangerine in the chin, literally crushing him.
  The young warrior exclaimed loudly:
  - Victory will come for us!
  Margarita, chopping down the Chinese and cutting off their heads, remarked:
  - If there are...
  And the girl with her bare foot threw a bunch of needles ...
  Oleg Rybachenko bellowed in response:
  - Who comes to you!
  And then the boy's bare foot released a cloud of needles. Immediately a hundred Chinese were beaten.
  Margarita squeaked at the top of her lungs:
  - There will be those...
  And her bare fingers launched a deadly boomerang.
  Oleg, cutting out the warriors of the Celestial Empire, confirmed:
  - Who will come for you!
  And the boy's bare feet will launch the killer and unique. Something that crushes the bones of the Chinese.
  And poison them.
  Yes, the boy is not from a timid dozen ...
  Natasha held a double barrel reception - cutting down the Chinese and squealing:
  - These are our girls!
  And from her bare feet, the flight is a present of complete destruction.
  And the girl will hiss:
  - Shut up!
  And her swords cut everyone's head.
  Zoya cuts opponents on the move and sings:
  - My love is on the fifth floor!
  And again, the girl's bare foot will launch a boomerang. And the mass of yellow warriors with open bellies collapsed.
  Natasha, chopping down the yellow ones, spoke out:
  - Love? What about Faberge eggs?
  And again, from a bare heel released death.
  Zoya, chopping up the Chinese, remarked:
  - And you're numb specifically already!
  And winked at her friend!
  The girls are apparently not simpletons. And certainly not frogs.
  Zoya's bare foot releases a damaging element. And a lot of Chinese drop out.
  Aurora on the attack. Unique and devastating. Slashes enemies, and her swords are like the wings of a windmill.
  Red-haired devil, in the classic movement of a swift attack. If it really cuts, then it cuts specifically.
  And yell:
  - Risk is a noble cause!
  And from her bare feet again a gift to the Chinese flies. Everyone will be cut and crushed.
  Svetlana on the move Crushes the soldiers of the celestial empire. Doesn't give you the slightest chance.
  And now her bare feet are so virtuoso, and the murderous will be thrown away. And the Chinese will be mowed down so much that you are simply amazed.
  And the girl Svetlana screams:
  - Proudly hovers over the planet...
  And she broke the neck of the Chinese commander with her bare heel.
  Oleg Rybachenko, crushing the enemies, sang:
  - Russian double-headed eagle ...
  And from the boy's bare foot flies another gift of death for the Chinese army.
  Margarita, cutting through the enemies, and baring her teeth, added:
  - In the songs of the people sung ....
  And a coal lemon flew off from the bare heel of the warrior, breaking the opponents ..
  Natasha spun in the air, cut down a dozen and a half Chinese. She cut off a lot of enemies and squeaked:
  He has regained his greatness!
  And the girl is again in motion and the dance of death.
  And her bare feet throw something out, and the enemies are very specifically killed.
  Yes, for the Chinese it is a black day.
  Zoya also crushes them, cuts them into pieces and squeaks:
  - The greatness of the Russian Empire!
  And her bare toes launch another deadly boomerang. Which deprives opponents of heads.
  And the girl herself will take it and slash backhand.
  But in battle, Aurora is not shy. If perishing dolbanet, so without any pity. And cut her swords - just like executioners.
  The red-haired devil roared at the top of her lungs:
  - I'm really just Satan!
  And again her swords rise and fall on the Chinese fighters.
  The fiery beast is about to howl and a grenade of sawdust will fly off from her bare foot.
  There will be an explosion. And a lot of Chinese are already in the coffin.
  More precisely, their corpses are scattered everywhere.
  Aurora will squeak:
  - My faith is extermination!
  And from her bare feet, like a present of lethal death, will fly.
  And the red bitch is just murder dynamite!
  Svetlana, there is also something that does not let you get bored, but can kill.
  He will take it, launch a boomerang with bare feet. And cut off a lot of Chinese. This girl is just a temperamental blonde.
  And in this warrior tendency is to cut off the head with the help of a sharp-toothed and burning saw.
  And the warrior will sing:
  - You will not be spared! We will be very happy!
  And again the girl makes very bold and wise moves. And breaks opponents, not allowing them to look around.
  Girls in the attack on the Chinese army. They cut opponents with swords, and send gifts of destruction with bare feet.
  Oleg Rybachenko moves like a panther. And he cuts the enemies, making a wave after a wave. In one second, an immortal boy can swing fifteen or twenty times.
  And drop a lot of warriors with their skulls cut open.
  The eternal boy exclaims:
  - Dream wreck!
  Once again, his sword is in motion and shows a tendency to destroy opponents.
  Margarita also cut herself, and squeaks:
  - I'm a volcano of death, and I'll give you horns like ladies!
  And her bare feet hurl sharp disks that strike enemies to death.
  And the girl screams:
  - There will be new victories - there will be new fighters!
  And the warrior destroys everyone with a furious onslaught.
  And her bare, chiseled legs seem to be hammering nails into a coffin.
  Natasha chopped up a bunch of Chinese and squeaked:
  - For our victory!
  And from her bare feet flew, another gift of death.
  Zoya also cuts opponents. Acts in all possible and impossible aggressiveness.
  Here is her bare foot launched a lemon on the coal. And immediately a hundred yellow soldiers were thrown up.
  The girl sang with a grin:
  - I'll take the horse as a pledge, and luck awaits me!
  And again the girl will hit the enemy. And he will walk, cutting the enemies, leaving them not the slightest chance.
  Aurora is a pure beast in combat. This female terminator is simply the embodiment of the devilish mind.
  And if she cuts, she cuts.
  And from the Chinese, only torn pieces of meat are poured.
  Aurora, destroying opponents, roared:
  - Temperament of a cobra!
  And then her bare foot threw a real bomb. And a lot of yellow soldiers tore.
  Svetlana crushes the Chinese. Cuts them with swords and sings:
  - The future is the past, only when it's good!
  And now a killer present flies from her bare foot again. He scatters opponents. And there are fragments from hands, feet and other bloody foam.
  Girls in combat are so wild, constantly on the attack.
  But there are too many Chinese and therefore the extermination is addictive. Although swords and work.
  Oleg, in particular, began to spit from a straw. Which also adds extermination.
  Let's face it, the boy is a very greyhound. His movements are like swinging a pendulum.
  And that's just much faster than hours. And they cut swords very quickly and swiftly.
  The boy hissed:
  - This is our dream, to win and destroy!
  And again his bare feet will knock out a deadly present.
  Margarita in a wild move. Cuts enemies and screeches:
  - There will be a victory, I know for sure!
  And the girl will throw a deadly grenade.
  And tear apart the parts of the yellow warriors.
  Natasha is also on the move. Does not know barriers and timidity. Her swords cut down opponents. And carry out a triple mill.
  Then the girl says:
  - Big cascade!
  And a bare foot throws a boomerang. A dozen Chinese are left without goals. Here is the warrior dealing with them.
  Zoya is on the move too. Crushes opponents and squeaks:
  - Fight bloody and right!
  Her bare foot is in motion, something will throw. And tear apart the mass of warriors of the celestial empire.
  Aurora is also moving. And it also conducts the destruction of the Chinese. And he does it, as if raking with a brush.
  And it screeches:
  - Banzai trend!
  And a grenade flies from her bare foot again. And will smash a lot of broken enemies.
  Svetlana is also in the battle. And he doesn't give up without much ceremony. And swords like a cut. And with bare feet he will take it and let it go. And from it such lightnings of energy proceed.
  Aurora encourages her friend:
  - There is a contact!
  Svetlana, cutting the commander of China in half, confirmed:
  - There is a contact!
  And both girls hit their bare heels against each other.
  Aurora is on the move again. Impetuous and unbeatable. Knows no weakness and doubt.
  Her swords cut through human flesh.
  The red-haired devil, crushing another Chinese, asks:
  - What do you think, really?
  Svetlana replied:
  - True, the concept is relative!
  Aurora laughed and remarked:
  - Yes, it is true!
  And another grenade flew out from her bare foot. And how she hit the enemies. From the Chinese, only pieces of torn meat flew in different directions.
  Svetlana noted with a smile:
  - That's how it is our killing and creation!
  And the girl also launched a gift of lethal and merciless death with her bare foot.
  Natasha, smashing the Chinese with swords, logically noted:
  They have their truth, we have ours!
  And another grenade flew out from the girl's bare foot.
  Zoya willingly agreed with this, chopping the enemy into small pieces:
  - Everyone has their own. And a very big truth!
  And from her bare foot again an extremely deadly one flies. And tearing the flesh into small pieces of pomegranate.
  Natasha logically remarked:
  - That's what science and the gods gave us!
  Zoya, destroying opponents, agreed:
  - She gave a lot!
  And her bare foot threw again, several disks. And hit a bunch of opponents.
  Natasha noted, baring her teeth:
  - The trend, however!
  And her bare fingers threw another dozen needles. They showed a lethal and wild policy.
  Tens of thousands of Chinese have already been killed. The Six did a great job creating an alternative history.
  And of course, girls and a boy are a very big, and colossal force!
  . CHAPTER #14
  The Chinese received a cruel lesson until they attacked, the boy genius Oleg Rybachenko scribbled another masterpiece;
  GIFT TIME!
  PROLOGUE
  On the eve of the New Year, the capital Moscow looks like a gigantic beehive generously colored with lights. Everyone is in a hurry to finish the numerous things that have accumulated over the year in order to plunge into the sweet whirlwinds of festive fun.
  And young Alex with his girlfriend Angelina had to spin, delivering numerous gifts. Sticky, dirty snow creaked under the felt boots, it was hot in Father Frost's cotton sheepskin coat, and under the fibrous beard, the young man's ruddy, razor-free cheeks stinged with salty sweat. Angelina, in the costume of a snow maiden, it"s a little easier, although after the twentieth house you don"t start figuratively falling off your feet.
  But how to turn down the opportunity to earn extra money as a New Year's couple?
  There is not enough money for new updates, and the scholarship is extremely small, at crazy prices...
  - It's you kudlaty where chapaet? - I heard a clumsy voice.
  The lantern suddenly went out, and ominous shadows flickered in the darkness. The bearded, narrow-eyed bandit shook a long dagger, followed by several more, looking like devils escaping from the underworld.
  - Cut the infidels! - It sounds, tormenting the eardrums, nasty, like the gnashing of a rusty saw on concrete voice.
  Although, of course, according to the Hollywood scenario, the couple had to stand up and knock out the rabid bandits at once, but life is more prosaic. Alex and Angelina gave a goose. Of course, they are young, athletic, but heavy bags with gifts behind their backs and bulky robes make it very difficult to run...
  Behind him, one can hear a heavy fumes, dirty mats, here a young man was slashed with a dagger on the back, cutting his coat ...
  A gray object flies under the feet of the fleeing students, it seems that it is a rat with a sparkling (fuse is burning!) tail. Angelina squealed: she did not like rats, however, what was actually much more terrible ...
  Rumbled! The asphalt pavement, rearing sharply, struck in the face, and the body was instantly pierced by a sharp, tearing cells apart pain ...
  HUMANITY'S LAST CHANCE
  When such an innumerable armada approaches, it is terrifying, from a distance it seemed that a multicolored, sparkling nebula was crawling. Moreover, each spark is a ferocious demon or a trembling spirit caused by the magic of a necromancer sorcerer. The front stretched for a couple of parsecs, in such a scale, even the flagship ultra-battleships look like a grain of sand in the Sahara.
  The human confederation, together with other races inhabiting the metagalaxy, entered the decisive battle.
  There are so many ships here, with amazing, although in most cases only hindering effective combat diversity. Well, for example, a starship in the form of a harpsichord or with long muzzles rolled into a ramrod instead of harp strings, or even a double bass with a rectangular tank turret. This may and does impress the faint-hearted individuals, but is more likely to cause laughter than fear, especially among sophisticated warriors.
  Their opponent is an empire brazenly claiming to be a universal power. The Great Coffin, where everything is put at the service of war, the main slogan is efficiency and expediency. Unlike the Coalition, the coffin-carrier starships differ only in size. And the form is almost the same - very predatory in appearance, deep-sea fish. Maybe with a single exception: looking like thick, steel-cast daggers - annigelans.
  The stars in this part of the cosmos are not too densely scattered across the sky, but they are colorful, peculiar in their light range. For some reason, looking at these luminaries, there is a sad feeling, as if you are looking into the eyes of angels, that they condemn the living beings of the universe for their vile, truly savage behavior.
  The army of Grobzagonat was in no hurry to meet, only separate mobile units, swiftly, taking advantage of their superior speed, attacked the enemy, inflicted damage and retreated. In response, they tried to meet them with barrage fire, but the more nimble and technologically advanced coffin hoppers acted much more efficiently. Mines burst as if detonated, erupting in a geyser of fragments of the cruiser and destroyers. But here it was possible to dump and big game. One of the huge battleships of the human confederation has been shot down, the ship is smoking thickly, and on board the gigantic starship "Stalingrad" turmoil reigns.
  They are trying to save him with all their might, the skin of girls and boys literally peels off from the terrible heat. And in the air, like a fashionista, rose water was sprayed, a molecule of nitrogen and oxygen reacted, raising the already prohibitive temperature for a person. Here the girl fell to her knees, and leaning over kisses the amulet of Perun, the droplets of tears evaporate without having time to reach the heavy-duty metal coating. Here it is death, a young man who half an hour ago tried to pick it up, falls to the floor, and blazes, red meat peels off the bones ...
  A combat robot, drops drops of lubricant from a wide muzzle, it seems that this machine is roaring, experiencing torment, sending a prayer to electronic gods, based on a binary code. The ventilation system breaks down, turning into a kind of small but numerous black holes, risking to absorb everything and everything.
  Here are two charming female warriors, unsuccessfully clinging to the boarding mortar with their hands, trying to delay death. Their delicate, pink faces are distorted, and their beautiful features are distorted by unbearable pain. But the pressure of the suction tornado increases. He tears off his fingers, crimson blood spurts from torn muscles and tendons , and the girls rush into the meat grinder. On the fly, a red-haired girl collides with a young man, ramming her fox-like head into the stomach.
  They manage to smile at each other before leaving for the place of no return. Another woman, already more than half charred, drew with a burning hand on the wall: "The brave dies once, but lives forever, the coward lives once, but is forever dead." A bluish-green flame adds heat, embracing a delightful body worthy of the most prestigious podiums a few moments ago. Here the girlish bones are exposed, and the strong muscles, hardened from infancy, crumble into white ash.
  The battleship blazed hard, expelling iridescent air bubbles into the vacuum, and then exploded, shattering into many fragments.
  Hypermarshal Grobzagonath Prince "Giant Mace" ordered:
  - Move forward five million eight hundred and fifty thousand super-frigates, as well as tough annigen carriers. Let the horde of universes sweep by on enemy backs!
  The frigates tried to keep the formation, lining up in separate lines. Missile cruisers and grapples, together with fighters, formed a kind of fine mesh network. Initially, they tried to bombard the enemy at a great distance, using a weapon that is no longer new to the universe, but extremely destructive: thermoquark missiles. Like a big puncher's boxing tactic: Throw a long left jab and keep your partner at bay. The coalition ships backed away, the rear guard part of the starships rushed forward, trying to break through to the battlefield in time. Coffins using their advantage in organization and maneuverability, like an executioner with an ax, cut down the looser formation of the forces opposing them. Among those who tried to attack the aliens, the losses increased.
  The devilish beauty-general Duchess de Furia rushes on her high-speed annigen carrier. This is such a kind of combat starship that, unlike conventional cruisers, instead of guns, it has antenna emitters, which, when used in combat, corrode the armor of enemy ships with their effect. Here come the gravioplasmic waves, rapidly sweeping through the vacuum. Black space from their space-flooding movements is colored like water from spilled gasoline. The action is very destructive. They warp the guns of aliens unsuccessfully trying to oppose them, cause interference in computer guidance, or even at high intensity cause a detonation in the annihilation fuses of thermoquark missiles. Enemy starships are like fish under a film of machine oil, some of them not made of metal or ceramic, but of biological origin and quite realistically writhing in the most terrible convulsions.
  Here another of the battleships begins to crumble, flaming, as if a huge ship with a diameter across the width of the Channel is made of dominoes doused with gasoline. There is nothing to say about the losses from among the smaller starships. The coalition of aliens and earthlings is clearly giving in, apparently the newest weapon of the stalzans - the emitted gravioplasma, literally shocked the space forces of several hundred empires.
  The Comte de Barsov controls the fire by moving the fingers in front of the scanner in a certain order. Outwardly, the coffin box General of Six Stars looks like a mighty, heroic build of a man with a striped tiger face. An aggressively handsome beast, but this is an evil beauty - Lucifer. The Grobzagon grins angrily, delivering merciless blows. He feels the confusion of the rabble gathered from several galaxies. Well, let them bunch up even more, increase the panic. When the main forces of the Merciless, grave empire enter the battle, there will be a victorious, joyful end for some and a sad end for others.
  The coalition is acting somewhat chaotically, instead of an organized rebuff, obscure maneuvers, even two grand battleships, despite the cosmic distances, blinded, sailed towards each other, then with a roar, by means of gravitational waves, painfully giving off in the ears of closely located fighters, collided.
  Partitions broke inside them, fighting compartments, barracks cabins, training and entertainment halls were crushed. It all happened at the speed of the tide, fast enough to kill any chance of escape, but still agonizingly slow, giving the millions of trapped living beings a chance to feel the nightmarish fear of implacable death.
  Here is the countess of the chip race, very similar to a bouquet of violets with pink frog legs in golden curls, accepts a painful death, confessing ... to her combat emitter. The computer hologram reads prayers and absolves sins at a brisk pace. Such is the religion of this glamorous nation, your high-tech weapon plays the role of a priest, only cybernetic intelligence is considered so, it has sufficient holiness and purity to serve as an intermediary between a living organism and the Almighty God. The last words of the priest-emitter were:
  - The world is not devoid of charm, but abomination is not sacrificed to God!
  The Duchess de Furie is a slender and athletic henchman of the team in a special mode, a compressed speech code that plays a dual role. The first shield of the cipher from possible wiretaps of the team. The second magotelepathic impulse.
  Cruisers, destroyers, brigantines, and even one spaceship, these are ships damaged or completely destroyed by her starship. De Furia logically notes:
  - Courage can compensate for insufficient training, but training never compensates for courage!
  Their grapple has already devastated the thermoquark energy (so far its use is not so perfect) of the reactor almost to the limit and is anxiously waiting for the command. Many hundreds of thousands of enemy ships of the main classes have already been destroyed, the battle is taking place on the widest front.
  The order was given, they hurried, organized to retreat in order to recharge at the cargo stations - special starship containers.
  And the Prince "Giant Mace" threw new forces into the battle:
  In particular, his personal flagship ultra-battleship "Beast".
  Then two other giants "Shock and Awe" and "Red Noose" moved forward. They deployed in tens of thousands of large and small guns and emitters. Above them flickered several protective layers: the graviomatrix, magospatial fields (permeable matter in only one direction), force reflector. All cybernetic devices worked on sublevel theoplasm, which gave resistance to interference. At the same time, huge radars were used, which themselves created Jesuit snags for the enemy's electronics.
  As if a deadly hail fell on the crops, "gifts" bearing death fell down... Three giants tried to disperse wider in order to exterminate the enemy as efficiently as possible. They are practically invulnerable, like ball lightning, flying, burns poplar fluff fluttering in space, such is their deadly effect on spaceships of aliens. Forcing them to retreat in panic. Countless pill-shaped rescue modules scatter across the vacuum, more and more of them shuddering from rocket explosions like buoys in rough seas. So far, the coffins do not pay attention to them, break first of all the dangerous and strong, then it will be possible to finish off the aliens who have lost the remnants of their minds from horror. The battle is not yet won, the troops of the Merciless Empire also suffer, however, negligible losses compared to the enemy.
  But at the same time, on flaming starships, there is no hustle and panic. The evacuation proceeds very smoothly, as if these are not living organisms, but biorobots. Moreover, the retreat, as if in mockery of death, is accompanied by brave songs.
  And here is the annigen-bearer of de Furia: such a special carrier of gravitational plasma, which turned out to be unexpected in terms of destructive power. Charging the energy of destruction took place almost instantly and again into battle.
  The starship is gaining maximum acceleration, the Duchess even holds on to the stabilizer, through the translucent fabric of the combat suit, you can see how her large biceps are tensed, not in a womanly way. She and other crew members have to make an effort not to fall on their backs. The duchess with a tiger head is inimitable, like a warrior from comics, her eyes are piercing, very bright, long and thick hair flutters from the oncoming air.
  It is hard to believe that this heroic girl has already hit two hundred cycles. How fresh and clean her face is, very mobile, sometimes with a furious expression, sometimes on the contrary angelic or playful. There are many battles behind her, but she never seemed to get tired of them. Each new fight is something special, with its indescribable beauty and richness of the picture, an exciting rhythm.
  And now they have the latest weapons in terms of the principle of operation, against which the enemy is unlikely to be able to find effective protection, at least until the final victory of Grobzagonat.
  How helpless is the dreadnought of the Phizt race. Blinded, losing direction. Spinning with a disk launched by an athlete, that after a couple of moments its constituent parts were sprayed across the expanses of the galaxy. Or another unfortunate victim, three destroyers dying in the arms of gravioplasm at once, the ships tremble and flatten, like fry thrown by the surf on the scorching sand.
  Baron de Alligator, correcting the aiming of emitters (and not without success, only monoblock sticks remained from the new incinerated cruiser), noted with regret:
  - It is easy to kill, it is difficult to resurrect, and it is generally impossible to live without violence!
  Defuria, steering her group of starships, discharging another stream of destruction, and looking like a ship converted from a cargo transport, is also entangled in a plasma network, indicated:
  - Death, as a faithful friend, will definitely come, but if you want to take a longer walk with a capricious life, prove your devotion to the mind and courage!
  The Comte de Barsov barked hoarsely, continuing his witty verbal line:
  - Laws are not written for fools, but they also receive sanctions for their violation for those smart people who wrote these laws!
  The organized resistance of the diverse armada has been broken. Escape in space is like even a mountain collapse, it is a tornado that immediately covered a school of midges, knocking down and picking up everyone at once ... The pursuit began. Like a pack of wolves driving a flock of sheep. Only coffins are much meaner, more merciless than wolves. For them, this is not even a matter of survival, but of demonstrating unbending will and ruthless fury. Chase, torment, do not let go. And although many children will not wait for their parents (and here creatures from same-sex to a dozen sexes have gathered), but mothers, fathers, neutrals, their sons, daughters and who knows who else ... What valor in such a murder, when even shooting at partridges requires more skill and effort. The debris flooded space and fall on the luminaries, causing coronal disturbances, prominences, and plasma vortices on the surface. Individual stars even change colors from the many foreign objects that have fallen on their surface. Not everyone will understand, but those who have a heart: it is especially terrible if a creature that has a personality burns alive, and personality is a whole irrational and unpredictable world.
  Even a vacuum can cry, from such a rout...
  First-year students Alex and Angelina saw all this, and not even like in a movie, but all at once, in many points and details, when everything enters, filling the mind with a kaleidoscope of perception.
  Then they noticed that one of the human starships - a brigantine with the contours of a baby dolphin, was moving towards ... Towards the dormant quasar, shining with all the colors of the rainbow. Something told the students that it was a quasar, even if not with such rays that burn all living things. But even in a reduced form, he concealed a deadly danger to everything material. And this brigantine seemed like a brave suicide.
  Annigenos under the command of the Duchess de Furia received the order: "Intercept, earthling starship!". And three huge thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of combat robots on board, almost undamaged, rushed after the brigantine.
  As if predatory sharks are chasing a little duckling choking in the stormy waters of the raging ocean.
  Alex suddenly felt that he was able not only to soar, but to move, shouted to his friend: "Let's angel follow them." The girl replied: "Yes, I feel that I can."
  Let Mikhail Boyarsky sing: "Although a body without a soul is not a body, but how weak is the soul without a body!" Maybe this is true, but... The spirit can, having entered someone else's flesh, and taking control of it, manifest itself in fabulous power...
  Burning streams of annihilating radiation were thrown out of the three daggers, and it seemed that the human brigantine, led by the brave captain Alena Snegova, did not have the slightest chance. Already magoplasmic waves pierced into the hull, deforming the silvery armor, forcing the barrels of light cannons to fall like overcooked pasta. Crew members experience terrible pain, combat suits fall apart, skin peels off, eyes go blind.... It seems that there is no chance... The brigantine begins to glow, leaving behind a plume smoking, with caviar of antimatter.
  But in this last moment, when you fall into the hopeless abyss of hell of non-existence, two annigen carriers located on the flanks, without turning around, put radiation into the middle one.
  And it began, iridescent waves passed through the central dagger, automatics switched to protection. And the human ship, which seemed tiny against the background of giants, losing parts of its structure, escaped from the iridescent magoplasmic network.
  Alex sat in the body of the Baron de Alligator, and Angelina saddled the consciousness of the Count de Barsov. Ordinary coffin hoppers, like the officers, are accustomed not to discuss the orders of commanders, but to carry them out. If the hitters in the bodies, using the memory of their "horses", ordered to change the object of fire, then ... So it is necessary. As the main rule of the Grobozagonat says: "I swear to unquestioningly obey the Hyper-Emperor, him personally, as well as any boss appointed by him!".
  The order has been given and is being carried out... But the personalities of the coffin-carriers do not want to come to terms with the fact that the incorporeal souls of young prisoners have taken possession of their bodies. A fierce fight begins, the Alligator and Barsov freeze, the tiger's eyes glaze over. The order has already been given and it will be executed until it is canceled ...
  However, the brigantine has already received mortal wounds, just a little more ... Alena Morozova, with the last of her strength, clings to a thin thread of consciousness. Her suit, along with her uniform, is charred, and the flames cruelly caress her already completely naked body. The skin becomes covered with large blisters, then peels off. Pieces of the cape are falling off... A little more...
  Here it is a thin tail of a quasar where her brigantine needs to get, or rather what is left of it ... The personalities of the Alligator and Barsov have already returned, the magoplasm is again cut in .... Alena's burnt bones are crumbling, and her consciousness is burned into a black funnel ... And for an insignificant fraction of a nanosecond, the final destruction, the commander's fragment of the brigantine flies into the quasar's Probomeran...
  Everything stopped suddenly, as if it had never started at all. The armada of the Purple Constellation Fleet froze, and its opponents disappeared at once. It seemed like wings, and the paws of space vultures were glued to space and could not move. And at the same time, no one felt the slightest tremor or jolt. Everything that happened was beyond the scope of ordinary physics.
  The Duchess de Furie growled fiercely:
  - Who is this, cool, that managed to stop us?
  Genhir Wolf looked with undisguised hatred:
  - I have no idea... It's impossible in principle, though... - The general-coffin car lowered his voice, obviously frightened to a whisper, he was betrayed by nervous running around with icy eyes around, added. - Our agent reported that the earth can throw a joke over time.
  The Duchess calmly, even dismissively, replied:
  - This, of course, is annoying, but no one can forbid living individuals to fight, and us coffin yards to win!
  The alligator yawned defiantly and tossed into his mouth what looked like a heavily seasoned sandwich. Stroking the unruly hair of the tigress- adjutant, energetically chewing the culinary product with a loud crunch, but at the same time in a completely intelligible and strong voice, he summed up:
  - An unfinished enemy is like an untreated disease - expect complications!
  Next to the battered souls of Angelina and Alex, as if from an ice hole, the radiant substance of Alena's spirit emerged. The face of the liberated soul shone like the sun. Catching the uncomprehending glances of the fellow students, the girl captain explained with joyful enthusiasm:
  -We won! The threat to humanity has been eliminated, both this and hopefully future challenges.
  Angelina muttered in confusion:
  - And how?
  Alenka began to explain:
  - The great scientist Pavel Karpov discovered that time has a structure similar to a full-flowing, boundless river with many millions of independent streams. And that it is possible, by placing a kind of breakwater, to influence the course of a particular stream. Unfortunately, he died, thus revealing to the end the mechanisms of influence, and there was no other such genius. But here is one way to create such a breakwater and was revealed by him. If you expel the energy of a sleeping quasar within a certain range, and only during exactly midnight celebrations on the planet Earth of the New Year, then the released energy will cause a kind of surge in the past of the planet, and a doubling of the time flow will occur in the Solar System ...
  Alex was confused, and blinking his ethereal eyelids, he whispered:
  - And what will it matter?
  Warrior Alena explained:
  - All people in the Solar System will receive an extra year of life, which means that Pavel Karpov will have time to complete his unique discoveries ... Or rather, he already has, there is no enemy armada in front of us!
  Angelina exclaimed with a shudder:
  - Did you destroy them all!
  The captain of the brigantine smiled affectionately and winked in response:
  - I think no! Just a breakwater placed in the river of time twisted the chronological flow in a circle for them. This means that the coffin boxes will live forever, in one time loop, living the same year an infinite number of times!
  - And we? Alex asked.
  - You will return to your time, and I hope next time you will not go down the street with bandits ...
  The young man and the girl woke up standing right in front of the Kremlin Chimes, on Red Square. The gigantic clock began to strike midnight measuredly and majestically.
  New Year has come.
  . CHAPTER #15
  After a pause, hostilities resumed. The Chinese tried again, gathering forces to attack the distant possessions of Russia.
  This time, the six took some more modern weapons.
  In this case, all six of them climbed onto the IS-7 with magical non-exchangeable shells and cartridges.
  And they began without unnecessary ceremonies to shoot the Chinese army, and crush it with caterpillars.
  And Oleg Rybachenko also fired from a cannon, and roared:
  - Our victory is inevitable, it will not be the same now as before!
  However, during the shooting, and even when you shoot in turn, you can think about something else.
  Indeed, why is Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin such a lucky politician and president. In particular, from the very beginning of his appointment as Yeltsin's official successor, everything went well.
  It seemed that the Communists and Yabloko should have acted as a single formation - Yeltsin's successor is enemy number one.
  But the speech did not take place. And Sobchak, who stole, was not remembered. Approval went routinely. Although the communists should have understood: this is their future gravedigger!
  Yes, and Yavlinsky - who tried to show himself as the most oppositional politician who had never voted for the budget, why did not object.
  It just got so weird.
  And then somehow it got lucky. Violent and hungry Dagestan did not support the performance of the Wahhabis, although, probably, Basayev and Khattab counted on this. The opposition in the Duma did not clash with the authorities. Or use the Chechen factor.
  In short, everything was in Putin's favor from the very beginning. And the opposition in the Duma did not try to use the explosions in Moscow and Volgodonsk against the authorities.
  Although the communists must understand, they are relegated to the background.
  Yavlinsky understood this very belatedly.
  Oleg fired at the Chinese, tore the yellow warriors apart with shells.
  And sighed...
  OK. Thinking about politics is a bit annoying. Take Gerda for example. She is depicted in one of the pictures as a prisoner of robbers with her hands tied behind her barefoot. And the legs are even red, it can be seen in the unheated zoo with a deer, the robber is cold, and Gerda's legs are very cold.
  Poor girl, her shoes were taken from her, which she begged from the queen. And now she suffers in captivity.
  The boy again fired at the army of the celestial empire, pressing his bare toes on the joystick button.
  Then they went in the other direction.
  Zhirinovsky did not directly support Yeltsin, and there is not a single video recording where he would make such statements! On the other hand, new elections, and even on party lists, were very beneficial to him. Having carried out, in fact, a military coup, Yeltsin usurped power, becoming a full-fledged dictator, formally unlimited by anything! Even the activities of the constitutional court were suspended, and the president formally gained unlimited powers! Under these conditions, the adoption of a new constitution soon limited the power of the dictator, which fixed it! It should also be said that, according to opinion polls, up to 80 percent of the Russian population was ready to vote for the presidential draft constitution. Therefore, one cannot strictly judge Zhirinovsky for supporting the constitution. Firstly, otherwise, he simply could not be allowed to participate in the elections, and secondly, Vladimir hoped to get the support of some of Yeltsin's numerous supporters. As for the name of the party, at that time an illusion arose among the people - the communist-fascist (media term) parliament was dispersed, no one interferes with the reforms, and soon we will live like in America! Under these conditions, the name Liberal Democratic was electorally quite advantageous! The electoral bloc became the ruling party: The Choice of Russia, led by Gaidar! Nobody believed in the chances of the Liberal Democratic Party, many thought that Zhirinovsky would not even take the five percent threshold!
  Yes, it seemed that Zhirinovsky had very weak chances. And the Choice of Russia has all the trump cards in its hands. Except, perhaps most importantly, there were no real achievements in the economy. But then in the hands of a huge propaganda apparatus and administrative resources. The experience of Kazakhstan and other countries shows that often this is quite enough to win the elections, even to get sensational results!
  But Vladimir Volfovich showed his outstanding political abilities: in particular, he managed to convince Yeltsin's entourage of his loyalty and he was not prevented from registering, as was the case, for example, with the Baburin bloc and some others! He managed to get money by convincing sponsors of his prospects for paid airtime (and he himself earned something doing business!). And most importantly, during the elections, he showed a magnificent gift of speech, having carried out an enchanting election campaign! On the LDPR website, you can find old records of the 1993 election campaign: these are really strong speeches, in comparison with which Hitler is only a pathetic shadow of a speaker. Democrats squabbled with each other and noticed the growth in popularity of the Liberal Democratic Party with a long delay! I must say that sociologists did not show the real picture, but the one that the authorities wanted to see! Gaidar called Zhirinovsky a Hitler and demanded that Yeltsin deregister the Liberal Democratic Party. But analysts close to the president reported that Yeltsin's approval ratings were falling and support for the constitution was declining. Under these conditions, disqualification could create problems for the authorities. In addition, in 1993, the technologies of mass election fraud have not yet been worked out, except for the primitive throwing of ballots into ballot boxes, so the will of the people was relatively honest! Zhirinovsky, in turn, promised to release Rutskoi and other oppositionists!
  Oleg Rybachenko was distracted here and fired again from an indispensable projectile.
  While the girl Margarita was pointing the gun with her bare feet, the boy thought and figured it out.
  The result of the elections was sensational, and the leader of the Liberal Democratic Party was voted by both enemies of the regime and many supporters of Yeltsin! The party scored nearly 24 percent of their 13 members, finishing in first place. However, due to the mixed electoral system, Zhirinovsky ended up with only 60 seats, or 15 percent of the State Duma, the lower house of parliament! In addition, the powers of the State Duma were severely limited by the new constitution, so that in reality Zhirinovsky did not receive significant power. Most likely, his faction in the State Duma could only be considered as a springboard for a further attack on power! Well, Zhirinovsky himself was increasingly compared with Hitler! By the way, in 1930, Hitler won 18 percent of the vote, taking second place in the elections, but at the same time gaining much more real leverage on power. Firstly, there was only one chamber in the Reichstag, and secondly, the elections were held only according to the proportional system, and thirdly, the power of the parliament was incomparably stronger than in Russia! Zhirinovsky, on the other hand, turned out to be in a much worse situation: the appearance of victory gave rise to overly high expectations of voters, but real power and the opportunity to change something from a gugulkin nose!
  Here, of course, miracles begin: Zhirinovsky, who had previously acted as a prudent politician, suddenly became impulsive and extremely illogical. In particular, he was accused of Hitlerism, so he strengthened the anti-Western rhetoric, giving rise to fears that if he came to power, he would unleash a third world war! And some statements were completely crazy, including the use of the atomic bomb against Kazakhstan and other countries. In particular, Zhirinovsky even declared that he would drop an atomic bomb on Tbilisi! At the same time, there were some achievements: it was possible to carry out an amnesty, fulfilling election promises .... But in general, Vladimir Volfovich did not score points, constantly getting into scandals ... Yes! Of course, he was provoked, many scandalous situations were created by the CIA and opponents of the Liberal Democratic Party, primarily from among the Western democrats inside Russia, but still, a prudent and pragmatic politician should not have succumbed to this, or at least reduce the possibility of provocation to a minimum! Here, for example, Zyuganov, despite the fact that for seventeen years now he has been wearing the laurels of the main political opponent of the Kremlin, somehow managed to avoid scandals, he has never set himself up in a big way and has no reputation as a corrupt politician! True, the Communists also had one moment with the setup of Khodorkovsky, allegedly the main financier of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, but in this case, Zyuganov did not leave any discrediting statements. A very cautious politician Gennady Andreevich, sometimes even too cautious! In particular, in May 1999, when Yeltsin proposed Stepashin's candidacy, the communists should have blocked her and either forced out concessions or provoked the dissolution of the State Duma and early parliamentary elections. But Zyuganov chose not to risk it, although if the State Duma had been dissolved then, the Communists would have retained and even expanded control over it. Yes, in August 1999, the communists approved Putin without a fight, although the fact that Yeltsin announced him as his successor just required the opposition to act as a united front against this candidacy. But Zyuganov decided that it was better to go to the polls, using the privileges that the status of a deputy gives, and the fact that Putin could turn into a national hero in just three months could not even enter the head of the most courageous Kremlin analysts.
  Oleg Rybachenko again fired at the Chinese with the help of a boy's bare foot and continued his thoughts.
  The genius boy sincerely believed that Zhirinovsky was not up to par;
  In short, December 1993 was the peak for the political career of the leader of the Liberal Democratic Party, then the decline began, although at first it was not landslide with various fluctuations. Yeltsin was also rapidly losing popularity: it was not possible to overcome the crisis in the economy, on the contrary, it got worse and worse. Here Zhirinovsky made another miscalculation, signed an agreement on peace and harmony. After all, he was already blamed for supporting the constitution, which legalized the enormous presidential power (on the other hand, what would have happened if the constitution had not been adopted? It was very likely that there was a civil war!), And then there was a peace agreement to sign. True, Zhirinovsky left it in the fall. But in general, it would take a very long time to specifically describe what mistakes the LDPR leader made and why he did not become president. His main mistake is strategically wrong PR! After the 1993 elections, it was necessary to form the image of the main enemy of the current government and Yeltsin personally! That is, to become Antiyeltsin, with the most populist rhetoric, with criticism primarily of internal enemies, corruption, theft, and so on! And the main slogan - Gang Yeltsin on trial! And at the same time, not disdaining leftist slogans, social demagogy, the promise of justice! In particular, in Belarus, Lukashenka scored more than 80 percent in the second round of the presidential elections, which is simply superb for an opposition politician ! But you can"t say that Lukashenka is stronger in oratory than Zhirinovsky, rather, on the contrary, Vladimir Volfovich is much more educated and intellectually developed! But Zhirinovsky was let down by his character, too aggressive and quick-tempered, and on the other hand, the belief that Yeltsin's entourage, and Yeltsin himself, would stake on him, choosing him as a successor. Who knows the story: they will probably remember the relationship between Hitler and Gindebruner, at first wary, and then partner! But the fact of the matter is that Gindebrug was a hero of the First World War, a patriot of his country, and already a decrepit old man. And Yeltsin, the destroyer of the USSR and an ardent enemy of the imperial ideology, was a strategic adversary for Zhirinovsky. Yes, and Yeltsin's entourage feared that the then young and aggressive Zhirinovsky would begin to restore order and then heads would roll! So, Yeltsin's entourage had no desire to push Volfovich to the presidency or prime minister, and his real chance for power was only through Yeltsin's corpse. That is, Zhirinovsky had to at least outwardly imitate the highest possible level of opposition to the regime! So that the people think that there is no greater enemy of the authorities than Zhirinovsky, and so that an association arises: Zhirinovsky or Yeltsin, Zhirinovsky against Yeltsin! However, Vladimir Volfovich either did not have a strong analyst and PR person in his environment or did not want to listen to anyone. Or maybe he was even afraid of Yeltsin, although it must be said that Yeltsin is still not quite a tyrant if he resigned himself to an amnesty and the release of his enemies: Rutskoi and Makashov. Yes, and Yeltsin went to the dissolution of parliament, because the people, as it were, gave him the go-ahead for this at a referendum on April 25, 1993. In addition, the execution of the parliament, and Yeltsin himself, so frightened him that he lost his resolve. So, Zhirinovsky could very well become his main opponent, especially since Zyuganov, no matter how much he pricked Yeltsin, he received the punishment!
  The boy again fired a heavy projectile after the girls with the help of his bare foot and continued his thoughts.
  Zhirinovsky's other mistake was the position he took on the war in Chechnya. It seems like a nationalist, he was supposed to support the establishment of constitutional order, but in what form! The war went badly from the very beginning, the Russian troops suffered huge losses, primarily because of the criminal mediocrity of the Yeltsin command. Moreover, generals with experience in the war in Afghanistan, for example, Minister of Defense Grachev, commanded worse than first-graders. Even journalists taught generals how to fight! That was the paradox!
  Under these conditions, it was necessary to take a position: Yeltsin and his gang are to blame for the huge losses of the Russian army! Criticism of the ruling regime should have been strengthened, but at the same time, without touching the army. Although Grachev should not have been defended either! Zyuganov took the optimal winning position! Criticizing Yeltsin, not quarreling with the army, not supporting the separatists. In general, Zyuganov chose the right course of action: maximum distance from Yeltsin's policy, confrontation. However, the Communists in the Duma of the first convocation were not always consistent in their opposition. In particular, Zhirinovsky's proposal for a vote of no confidence in Chernomyrdin's government was not supported. In general, the communists voted for a vote of no confidence for the first time only in October 1994, after Black Tuesday, when the passive approval of Chernomyrdin's economic policy could cost them dearly. In the State Duma of the second convocation, where the Communists headed by Zyuganov were already in the majority, a vote of no confidence was never (!) put to a vote! And the parliament approved all five candidates for the post of prime minister, but that's another story! Zyuganov's personality deserves a separate article, as well as why he still lost to Yeltsin in 1996.
  Zhirinovsky himself, it seems, wanted a compromise with Yeltsin's entourage, hoping to convince the oligarchs of his loyalty, so that they would install him as the only one who was able to stop the communists from taking the throne. But the problem is that Yeltsin's entourage, at that time, did not want a change, and did not trust Volfovich, who, by the way, managed to worsen his attitude in the West. Many oligarchs close to the president had business in the West and managed to accumulate huge debts there. Yes, and oil prices were about 10 dollars per barrel, so there was cheap gas, and the elite got pretty hooked on loans from NATO countries. And in the West they made it clear that Zhirinovsky was unacceptable to them.
  Under these conditions, relying on an alliance with the Yeltsin elite only spoiled the image of the leader of the Liberal Democratic Party, and interfered with the bloc with the communists and nationalists. It must also be said that the heavy losses of the Russian army, the unwillingness to defeat, in general, a few and not particularly well-armed enemy, reduced the popularity of militant slogans and the desire to achieve happiness through war. The people saw that the Russian army was not ready to wash their feet in the Indian Ocean and conquer the Middle East with its oil reserves. Yes, theoretically, the capture of the Middle East could give a lot of money due to petrodollars and the inevitable jump in energy prices, but even if Chechnya cannot be defeated ... Pacifist sentiments began to grow, and Zhirik suffered serious electoral losses!
  The child prodigy shoot straight again. A shell from a 130-millimeter cannon scattered the Chinese.
  Margarita said approvingly:
  - You're clever!
  And she began using her bare toes to fire herself.
  And Oleg Rybachenko continued his reasoning.
  However, it must be said that Zyuganov was extremely cautious. For example, when Boris Fedorov suggested voting for a rating of no confidence in the government, the Communist Party of the Russian Federation did not support this. In general, Zyuganov and his entourage treated Chernomyrdin very carefully, although the latter continued his policy in the interests of the oligarchs and demonstrated loyalty to Yeltsin. But what's interesting is that Zyuganov managed to become the number one oppositionist and anti-Yeltsin. Moreover, pro-presidential propaganda also helped him in this, probably deliberately, since the communist Zyuganov in the second round is better than the non-communist candidate.
  The LDPR party in the winter and spring of 1995 experienced a serious crisis, several deputies left it, including the bright, charismatic Marychev.
  But the war in Chechnya was gradually won, the militants also suffered huge losses and were bled and demoralized, the Russian army was advancing. In June, Shamil Basayev seized a maternity hospital in Budenovsk. In principle, such a move by the militants did not give anything militarily, and in terms of propaganda it was even in favor of the war party ... But Yeltsin broke down, apparently the events of October 3-4 and the curses of millions of Russians knocked him down and he ordered Chernomyrdin to stop the war and start negotiations ...
  The Russian army unilaterally ceased hostilities. And the State Duma finally gathered enough votes to pass a vote of no confidence in the government, demanding the resignation of a number of security officials. Yeltsin relented, retaining only Grachev, but surrendered Yegorov, Yerin, Stepashin. Here Zhirinovsky at first took the right position: he condemned the truce and voted for a vote of no confidence. And when Chernomyrdin was bluffing, threatening to put the question of trust in the cabinet to a vote by the State Duma (there is one caveat, if less than 226 votes out of 450 vote for trust in the government, then the president is obliged within a week to either disperse the government or dissolve the State Duma), Zhirinovsky showed firmness and readiness to go to early parliamentary elections. The advantages of early elections are the image of martyrs, the lack of success - blame Yeltsin and the government, do not give time for the promotion of the Kremlin project of the Congress of Russian Communities, and the party in power: Our home is Russia. And of course other organizations - smaller!
  Chernomyrdin, realizing that the bluff would not work, and the new parliament would become even more oppositional, he withdrew the vote. The State Duma once again voted no confidence, Zhirinovsky acted very aggressively, but there were not enough votes. Here it must be said that Yabloko got scared, Yavlinsky did not want to lose the advantages of parliamentary seats. In addition, his real rating was not high, there was a danger of simply blowing away.
  Zhirinovsky's popularity immediately grew, but Volfovich again made a miscalculation by withdrawing the signatures of his party, under the impeachment procedure. It didn't matter, the opposition had as many as 300 votes to create a commission to bring charges, but it spoiled the rating! Zhirinovsky has again given himself a reason to accuse himself of conciliatory politics, alienating part of the growing protest electorate.
  Nevertheless, the truce in Chechnya, which the militants brazenly violated, various terrorist attacks, especially against Romanov, the victims of shelling led to an increase in militant moods in society, and Zhirinovsky began to score points. In addition, in September 1995, NATO began to bomb the Bosnian Serbs, strengthening anti-Western sentiment, which also raised the rating of the Liberal Democratic Party.
  True, Zhirinovsky succumbed to a provocation, having beaten a woman in parliament, more than a couple of times lightly moving her in a general dump. Then the Yeltsin press hyped it all up, portraying Zhirinovsky as a bandit! However, such a passage might appeal to some: especially those men who suffered from women, or those who, of all candidates, were looking for the most ferocious dictator, hoping that he would put things in order! In any case, the "Stalinists" were for Zhirik.
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to fire. The boy did this by defeating the army of China under the Manchurian dynasty and continued to think.
  In October 1995, the Liberal Democratic Party collected 100 signatures to put a vote of no confidence in the government in the State Duma, but Zhirinovsky refused this intention last time.
  I must say that it was his mistake, and nothing justified. First, Zhirinovsky, having put a vote of no confidence on the eve of the elections, attracted the sympathy of the protest electorate, which at that time constituted the majority. Secondly, the vote was directed against Zhirinovsky's main competitor, Chernomyrdin, and did not interfere with the behind-the-scenes attempts to convince Yeltsin and his entourage to make Zhirik their successor.
  In addition, Zhirinovsky should have understood; that the higher the result he shows in the elections to the Duma, the more likely it is that the "family" will bet on him!
  For that moment, the best campaign tactic was to play the role of the opposition number one, which would surpass the level of confrontation of the communists.
  Zhirinovsky, in general, understood this, but he tried to sit on two chairs and was inconsistent. The new elections were much more difficult than the old ones! Firstly, unlike in 1993, they did not have the opportunity to show their oratorical talent to the fullest, they gave too little airtime to the parties, the number of which increased from 13 to 44 (!). Secondly , against Zhirinovsky played the factor of unfulfilled hopes and expectations. After all, he seemed to be the first, but he didn"t make people"s lives better ... Although it was clear to an intelligent person that Zhirik had no real power, and the same communists controlled much more votes than the Liberal Democratic Party: 102 against 60, but ... How many smart people were then, especially in the nineties.
  The third reason, they poured dirt on the LDPR leader, was the image of a monster and a bully, fears that he would start a third world war.
  The fourth reason is also one of the main reasons for the emergence of a large number of competitors. The most famous are: the Congress of Russian Communities led by Skokov (the former secretary of the security council under Yeltsin), and Alexander Lebed, also Yeltsin's man, whose role in Transnistria was greatly inflated by the media. This is a block of active PR, but it looks like they've had enough, over the edge. After all, people are not as bad as the authorities think, and most of them realized that the KRO is not an opposition at all, but a Kremlin project, directed primarily against the Liberal Democratic Party and the Communist Party of the Russian Federation. But still, this organization pulled off more than four percent!
  And there were other competitors above the roof, Derzhava-Rutskoi, where Marychev fled, Block for the USSR - Tyulkin-Ampilov, Lysenko's National Republican Party, and a great many of all kinds. It must be said that the Communists also dispersed their electorate: the USSR Bloc gained more than four and a half percent of the votes, but did not get into parliament, and votes were lost for the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, the agrarian party also did not take the five percent barrier, like other leftist organizations. In particular, it is not clear what former Prime Minister Ryzhkov was counting on for elections with a bloc: the Union of Labor or the Govorukhin bloc! However, the 1995 elections showed the weakest result of the party in power in the entire history of Russia, and the largest percentage of protest voting.
  The boy fired again, pressing the joystick button with his bare toes and continued his thoughts;
  Zhirinovsky, during the election campaign, generally scolded the authorities, but did not do it aggressively enough. In addition, his faction supported the budget for next year, giving another reason for accusations of pro-Kremlin orientation. Taking into account the protest moods of almost the entire electorate prevailing in these elections, it was not necessary to compromise with this government! In addition, the State Duma unexpectedly easily approved Dubinin as head of the Central Bank, although the latter was a man from Yeltsin's circle, a supporter of market reforms in the radical Gaidar version. By the way, Zyuganov also supported this candidacy, although Dubinin was involved in Black Tuesday, showing that he was not a principled oppositionist either!
  During the election, Zhirinovsky did not want to form any electoral blocs, although several smaller nationalist parties expressed their desire to do so. In addition, Vengerovsky advised changing the name of the party, to a more politically appropriate and euphonious one - for example, Great Russia! Zhirinovsky showed stubbornness in this matter, although the word liberal democrat by this time had already become abusive!
  In addition, well-known singers or artists were not included in the LDPR party list, although there were enough people who wanted to. In particular, Alla Pugacheva, who was very fond of attracting the attention of the press, could well agree to the second place in the LDPR party list. It didn't bother her in any way, but it could create an extra informational reason for mentioning herself. Plus the opportunity to propose certain projects and laws for discussion by the State Duma. Even the composer Antonov was included only in the regional list, and then they completely quarreled. In general, Zhirinovsky: there is a very bad trait in character: unwillingness to tolerate strong personalities in his environment, those who defend their point of view. For example, it was precisely for this reason that the famous hypnotist Anatoly Kashpirovsky left the party; who accused Vladimir Volfovich of authoritarian methods of management and the desire to surround himself with sycophants. I must say, by the way, that even Hitler made compromises with the people he needed and tolerated them in his environment until they became useless or dangerous to him. Recall Rem, Strasser, Goebbels, who were distinguished by their leftism and opposition to the authorities. But it was precisely thanks to such personalities that Hitler managed to pull the maxim of votes from the Communists and Social Democrats. I must also say that Zhirinovsky said too often: without thinking, he either praised or scolded Stalin. In general, the leader of the Liberal Democratic Party himself to some extent imitated Stalin, creating his own cult, demonstrating adherence to authoritarian methods of government, but at the same time he accused the communists of violence, although he himself just advocated violence, violence and more violence!
  In the context of the growing popularity of leftist ideas, Zhirinovsky should have taken a more balanced attitude towards communist ideas, and remember that a significant part of the electorate is nostalgic for Soviet times. In addition, the external attributes of leftism would not interfere: for example, the blue color for the LDPR flag is extremely unfortunate! Firstly, it evokes associations with gays, who are also "blue", and secondly, the blue color calms, which does not harmonize well with Zhirinovsky's incendiary speeches! The best option for his party would be purple-red. Invigorating, calling for exploits, but still not the same as the communists! In addition, purple is a symbol of royalty and could attract the voices of supporters of sovereignty, monarchist and non-communist persuasion!
  The genius boy pressed the joystick buttons again and squeaked:
  - My victory will be glorious!
  And continued smart reasoning.
  Not the best idea were also videos where Zhirinovsky played a jester, in particular, he did not sing very well! In this case, it was not the best move, because the people were then hungry in 1995 and wanted serious changes and a serious leader, and he was not in the mood for jokes! It must be said that the pro-Kremlin media already tried to make a jester and a clown out of Zhirinovsky, and it was not worth strengthening this impression, giving new trump cards to their enemies!
  In the 1995 elections, the CEC first refused to register "Derzhava" - Rutskoy, and then "Yabloko". After that, both parties were restored, through the Supreme Court. There are several versions about this episode: in particular, that the Kremlin and its PR people wanted to help Yavlinsky in the elections to the Duma, as a democrat and a Westerner, and Rutskoi, it seems, was supposed to pull the votes of the communists onto himself ....
  The version at first glance is logical, if they really wanted Yabloko and Derzhava to be removed, then the Supreme Court, formed at the behest of the Yeltsin family, would not have restored them! After all, we can recall recent examples when Yabloko, Other Russia and Motherland were not allowed to participate in elections, without any legal grounds. For example, the removal of the Motherland bloc in 2006 from the elections in Moscow was absolutely illegal from a legal point of view! So in that video, which became the reason for disqualification: there were no direct calls for violence, pogrom, racial cleansing and even deportation of "Caucasians". It simply talked about cleaning up Moscow of garbage ... Yes, there was a hint of the need to restore order and emigrants. But... First of all, this is not against the law, and secondly, in any most harmless video, you can find a hint of anything. You can, for example, even the cartoon "Just you wait!" ban as propaganda of pedophilia. And that a hare is like a child, travels with a children's ticket, and the wolf flirts with him, caresses ... In this case, the judge did not have the legal right to remove the Rodina block from registration! The trial of Khodorkovsky is a separate topic, we will not talk about it in this article. But it seems that everyone understands that without the Kremlin"s sanction, this would not have happened ...
  Yes, yes, but not really! In particular, Rutskoi was then considered an ardent enemy of Yeltsin - it would still have come to a direct armed confrontation! The Power rating was quite high and its chances of passing the five percent barrier are high! Well, why would the Kremlin cheat the chances of its enemy? Yes, although Yabloko is a democratic party, it is quite oppositional: it has not supported budgets even once, both in this Duma and the next one, Yavlinsky announced that he would fight for the presidency of Russia. So, what is the special reason to strengthen Yabloko: especially in the context of future presidential elections, it is extremely unprofitable! Yavlinsky pulled votes from Yeltsin in the first round, and the young and athletic leader of Yabloko looked much more attractive than the discredited, decrepit Yeltsin.
  So, the first version is not entirely convincing, and the Russian courts were not yet so strongly dependent on the President of Russia. In particular, General of the Army Varenikov, a member of the GKChP, was acquitted; other examples can be cited when the court did not always take the side of the authorities.
  Most likely, the negative reaction of the West to the disqualification of Yavlinsky played a role, and the Yeltsin regime needed loans on the eve of the elections in order to create the appearance of prosperity in the country. Well, Rutskoy was removed on the same occasion, so they were reinstated for the company. However, this did not help Derzhava to take the 5% barrier. Rutskoy's result of 2.7 percent can be considered universal, especially considering how famous he was. However, the Kremlin's KRO project also lost. Zhirinovsky did not use the Duma rostrum effectively enough, but it must be said that he benefited from the fact that all pro-Kremlin propaganda worked against him. It seemed to create an image that Zhirinovsky was the number one enemy of the authorities, and if Vladimir Volfovich had been more consistent in his opposition, his result would have been much higher.
  Oleg Rybachenko again very cleverly covered the Chinese regiment with a high-explosive fragmentation projectile. After that, his thoughts became even more harmonious.
  However, the short speeches of the leader of the Liberal Democratic Party on television with threats against the authorities, rather militant appeals were generally correct, only, perhaps, Yeltsin and Yeltsin personally should have been more actively scolded.
  In short, in the elections in December 1995, the Communist Party of the Russian Federation had the first place with almost 23 percent, the second LDPR 11.5 percent, the third NDR 10.3 percent and the fourth Yabloko 6.7 percent.
  The remaining forty parties did not reach the 5% threshold!
  How to evaluate a similar result of Zhirinovsky? In percentage terms, a two-fold decrease compared to the first elections. But if we take into account the increased turnout of about 12 percent, then Zhirinovsky received about 62 percent of the 1993 result. Is it a lot or a little?
  Considering all the unfavorable circumstances, this result is between satisfactory and just good. Bad factors:
  1. Dissatisfaction of the electorate with the activities of the Liberal Democratic Party in the State Duma. The people expected more from the candidate who won the first place, but life did not get any better. True, most of the people understood that Zhirinovsky had no real power, but disappointment still reigned.
  2. The fear that the militant leader of the Liberal Democratic Party will start a third world war, with catastrophic consequences. In addition, many were not afraid of Zhirinovsky's restraint and fears that he would establish a totalitarian dictatorship and flood the country with blood. His hysteria frightened many.
  3. The opposition of the Leader of the Liberal Democratic Party is not enough. Especially for the first time, the months of the war in Chechnya, and pro-Kremlin propaganda itself blamed Zhirinovsky for this, greatly inflating his loyalty to the authorities. However, Vladimir Volfovich himself wanted friendship with the Kremlin, losing the image of the main enemy of the current government.
  4. Insufficient effectiveness of the use of the Duma's levers for the implementation of populist, financial policies. In particular, it was possible to put to the vote, one populist law after another, working for the public. This is what Yeltsin did in particular, at the Congress offering something that was not realistic to fulfill and earning points for himself. Yes, and Yeltsin during the elections raised everyone's salaries and pensions, and then either did not pay them, or they were eaten up by inflation. Lukashenka and others did the same, but Yulia Tymoshenko did not abandon her tough monetary policy and lost the elections, losing her freedom at the same time!
  5. Zhirinovsky made another miscalculation related to his appearance. He became unnecessarily fat and began to look much worse as a result. In addition, hungry people do not like pot-bellied and fat people. Here, by the way, Zhirinovsky showed his other shortcoming, the lack of fanaticism in politics, not enough willpower to keep his body in shape and not overeat. By the way, even during the 1991 elections, Zhirinovsky was slender, even thinner than the norm, at forty-five. This suggests that by nature "Zhirik" is not inclined to be overweight, which means that it was not so difficult for him to keep himself in shape, unlike, for example, Gaidar.
  This is also a significant disadvantage!
  7. Compared to the first election, the amount of airtime that Zhirinovsky could use has drastically decreased. Free airtime was divided between 44 parties, and paid airtime could not be more than free airtime, and it could only be bought at night. So Zhirinovsky could not make full use of his outstanding oratorical gift, as it was in 1993. Although, for example, he had more money than then!
  6. Perhaps even the most significant: political competition has grown sharply and a whole bunch of parties and blocs of imitators have appeared on the electoral field of the Liberal Democratic Party. Of these, first of all, KRO, Power, CHP, and a whole bunch of other parties. And the government was criticized by everyone except the ruling party Our House of Russia. In terms of frequency, they actively promoted and showed a lot on television Boris Fedorov and his Forward Russia bloc, with criticism of Chernomyrdin and the government. True, Boris Fedorov himself only played the opposition, hoping to win over the protest electorate. But most of the people did not believe him! Then Boris Fedorov even joined the NDR. Lysenko's National Republican Party was also very active, and its leader copied Zhirinovsky's emotional madder, and was by no means offended by the media attention. In addition, the Vedenkin bloc, also a former assistant to the leader of the Liberal Democratic Party and an extreme nationalist, was active, as well as the Baburin bloc. Baburin is also a very active person, at one time he almost became a speaker instead of Khasbulatov. In short, Zhirinovsky's electorate was pretty much dissolved by similar doubles and imitators. In addition, the left also had new trends, including those of the Stalinist persuasion.
  Under such conditions, 11.5 percent out of 44 is indeed a decent result, although lower than possible with a more reasonable electoral policy. For example, Zyuganov managed to raise his score from 13.5 percent to 22.9, even though the number of competitors increased. One block "For the USSR!" took away more than 4.5 percent of voters! Yabloko suffered losses, but less than one percent, and, taking into account the parties that disappeared behind the barrier, it increased its faction. Together, they had 46 deputies as single-members. But the "Choice of Russia" disappeared after the splits, as did Shakhrai's PRESS.
  . CHAPTER #16
  The Chinese army was completely destroyed on the IS-7 tank. And again there was a pause in the battle with the Celestial Empire. And Oleg Rybachenko, without thinking twice, sketched out a beautiful and interesting story;
  There were hard days of late autumn. The heavens sobbed, abundantly watering the earth with lead drops. The world was gray, the golden leaves were crumbling, the branches of the trees swayed in the wind like a bare frame. The silver snowball melted without having time to draw its intricate patterns on the windows, to cover the brown-gray earth with a dazzling carpet.
  Nine-year-old boy Slava Ivanov was sad, it seemed that the whole universe was shrouded in barbed wire. With a bowed head, he returned from an unloved school, where he was also beaten by classmates. Bruises dimly appear on the face, the briefcase is torn, there is no desire to go home, where intrusive questions from parents await you. And even worse, tomorrow you will have to go to school again, plunging headlong into Dante's Hell for youngsters. At that moment, when a lad with the appearance of a sheep being driven to the slaughter entered the entrance, a little man jumped out to meet him like a devil from a snuffbox. He resembled a boy, but at the same time he was not Pinocchio's sharp nose, three perky eyes - red, yellow, green constantly winked.
  -Hello! Said the little man with the eyes of a traffic light. And he extended his, as it seemed to the touch wooden hands.
  Slava did not confidently shake them, he was already at an age when children understand that miracles do not happen, and he looked rather shocked at such a masquerade.
  "He must have cybernetic eyes," and he covered himself in a special cardboard suit.
  -Well, why so gloomy! Let me introduce myself, I'm Krore from the planet Chrome. You see concretely, overwhelmed by the suffocating atmosphere of the planet. What's your name.
  -Slava or Vyacheslav. The boy muttered uncertainly.
  -So that's Glory. We - me and Vint - flew past your planet, the natives call it Earth, and we call it Erbana. Our hypertelepathic drive has stalled, having lost almost all of its power. This is fraught with the fact that we can forever be stuck on your planet. Help us. - But I'm just a child and I don't understand space engines.
  The boy shrugged his thin shoulders uncertainly.
  - You don't have to figure it out. Here comes Vint, he will explain everything to you.
  Before them appeared the subject, strongly resembling Samodelkin from the magazine "Merry Pictures". It had the same bolt for a nose, a cross-shaped mouth, and only three traffic-light eyes in the shape of a flying saucer gave it an unusual cosmic appearance. The fingers on the hands were in the form of wrenches bent with many joints. Although they felt like steel to the touch, Vint shook hands very gently.
  -Our human friend, fragile body.
  There was regret in Vint's voice.
  -And I like him so much from him, and it breathes with sadness, he is so temperamental.
  Crore patted his shoulder in a friendly manner. Vint continued in a slightly altered tone.
  -Baby, you want to fly in a place with us, to see other worlds.
  Glory shuddered. It seemed to him that he was sleeping and dreaming. To see the reality is the best way to pinch yourself. Which he did. It didn't hurt much, but Vint and Krore were still standing side by side, small about his height with wide, slightly cheeky smiles.
  -No, we are not made of wax and will melt in the sun.
  Vint laughed.
  -Now let's rip.
  The trinity left the entrance, there was slush in the yard, boots squelched through the puddles.
  - I'm tired of your primitive way of transportation. Krohr said and took out a device that looked like a Rubik's Cube from his pocket.
  A sharp whistle cut the silence. The five of Slava's classmates landed them right at the meeting. It was the same dashing Losers that beat him. And now sadistic smirks appeared on their muzzles.
  -That Snow White (Slava had blond hair) and you two dressed-up jerks. The most suitable company
  They came close, the largest of them, a fat man named "Baran", tried to slap the slit Kror. He abruptly grabbed his fingers with a squeeze.
  - Hey you "Pinocchio". The ram literally choked with anger. - Well, let go, otherwise you'll get it.
  The ram's friend tried to kick him in the face, but Krohr shifted and kicked him sharply in the stomach. The hooligan boy fell, gasping for air with his wide-open mouth.
  -The account is open. Pinocchio bared a smile.
  Then he made a movement with his fingers: Baran twitched and lost consciousness from pain.
  - From bleating his own, let him say thank you that we did not spray it into photons across the galaxy.
  The other three boys froze, staring at a fixed point, and then rushed in different directions.
  -That's how they crumbled like skittles. Didn't I tell you, Slava, that human children are cowardly.
  The boy hesitated.
  -I don't know.
  -So know. In the meantime, we're taking a little walk.
  The screw turned the lever, and they seemed to have fallen into the ground. There was almost cosmic darkness all around.
  Slava twitched and drove into the shield, it was as if he had been shocked, the shock was so strong. The whole room shuddered and turned out to be flooded with red, the comical faces of the newly-minted friends danced in crimson tones.
  - You screwed up. Crore said with gusto. But you don"t have to do this, you just had to freeze. What are we going to do now?
  -Nothing. Vint gurgled. Let's recharge, and then we'll see.
  Vint put a helmet on Slava's head.
  -Let's our quasar battery think.
  -What to think about.
  - About anything bad and offensive. Remember what upset you the most.
  And what will it help you? Glory's eyes widened in surprise.
  Krohr put his foot back, his "traffic light" lit up with excitement.
  -Of course, our hypertelepathic generator feeds on negative emotions. He transforms them into a force capable of shifting stars from their orbits. After all, this is exactly what you turned out to be attractive - you have a lot of negative emotions.
  From all this, Slava realized that an unprecedented energy is hidden in him, and for some reason, all the worst in him is capable of such that small boyish fights fade like a candle in the sun.
  - And I'm strong.
  The boy clenched his fists.
  -You have a powerful biofield - answered Screw. Our little starship will accelerate to supercosmic speeds.
  In the cockpit of the starship it immediately became light. Slava saw devices neat as in a slot machine hall. Catching his eye, Krohr turned on the holographic device. The starry sky lit up like a spotlight.
  -This is your galaxy, you see, baby, it is twisted in a spiral.
  The boy peered with surprise into the hitherto unknown space unknown to any of the people. He was happy and a little scared to peer into this miracle of alien technology.
  -This red dot is the place where the boat is located at the moment.
  -I understand, and at the moment on Earth.
  Glory asked.
  - No, we're on the moon. And if you want, you can admire the lunar landscape.
  The screw turned on the cyberscanner, the walls of the ship became transparent and the outlandish lunar landscape illuminated the entire surface of the cabin.
  -That little man you want to run through space craters.
  Vint suggested in a fervent tone.
  Glory hesitated.
  But there's no air in there.
  - But there is sand. Don't be afraid to run out, while the vacuum is not terrible on you.
  The boy immediately believed his strange friend. As soon as he jumped out to the surface of the moon, the body was seized with an incomprehensible lightness. It seemed that he was not jumping in an airless space, but floating on water. One sharp jump up and you land smoothly on the ground. Slava felt that he had experienced a similar feeling somewhere. That's just where - on the carousel, swings? No, it's more like jumping in a dream. The same feeling of slowly falling, you are like a leaf floating in the air. How high can he jump. It's just incomprehensible to the mind.
  -Superman! The boy screams and kicks with all his might.
  -When you hit the asteroid, be careful and you can fly away.
  - Then let's play catch-up. Glory suggested.
  -What's the idea. Vint winked his traffic-light eyes.
  -Then come on, whoever touches whom will catch.
  The game began, and although Vint and Krore were much faster than the boy, he gave in very skillfully, as a result of which the game turned out to be fun. And when Krohr offered Slava to switch something on the helmet, he felt a powerful force flowing into the loins of the body.
  -Wow! For the first time I feel a complete transformation in myself.
  The boy immediately jumped thirty meters into the air, then springed quite sharply to the surface, leaving deep footprints.
  - Hey, try to catch up with me.
  However, Screw a little, not embarrassed by a sharp jump, caught up with the boy, lightly hitting him with his fingers in the chest.
  -Child, you are still compared to us. No matter how hard you try, we will catch up with you.
  After that, Slava got sick of playing, he folded his hands together, leaned his head.
  - It turns out that you succumbed to me - two-hearted lying lads.
  - Why are we lying, because this is a game, and in the game they fight, and everyone has the right to their own tactics. And our strategy is one to help all the weak beings living in the universe.
  I think we've had enough of the moon. Continued thought Vint. We can do everything, do you want a boy to see other worlds and universes?
  -Of course I want! Slavik's face lit up again with joy. Even the bruises seemed to adorn the rosy face.
  -Then get on the ship and go.
  Slavik sat down in the chief pilot's chair - admiring the grandiose picture of the sky landscape. On earth it is not possible to see so many bright stars at once, the thick earthly atmosphere makes it difficult to observe the colossal grandeur of the starry sky.
  And here in a vacuum you can see everything down to the smallest star pebble. Slava admired the sky, he felt good and pleased, because he observed what only a few dozen, maximum hundreds of people could see.
  -Now the spaceship will go into hyperdrift and you will be able to observe something that no one has seen before.
  Slava extended his fingers to the panel.
  Vint rolled his eyes. Then he gently but firmly slapped his hands.
  -Don't touch the appliances. You can turn the wrong hook and fall half the universe into a black hole.
  Slavik opened his eyes wide.
  - Whistle.
  -No, we came from another universe incomparably more developed than this one. And we have a colossal supply of energy hidden in us, compared to which billions of stars are dust. Look how we pick up speed.
  At first, the heavenly bodies condensed, it seemed that there were more of them ahead, and the spectrum shifted to the blue side. Behind, on the contrary, the stars became rarer and dimmed, acquiring a red tint.
  - Continue to increase the speed. Krohr croaked.
  The stars flashed rapidly overboard, their spectrum shifted, turning into a solid purple glow. Glory looked back. There was absolute emptiness. The stars on the sides were rare and dim. Looking at the boy who opened his mouth in surprise, Vint did not even explain.
  - These are superluminal speeds. The photons of the stars that are behind us lag behind the ship, which means that we simply do not see them. Not only that, we are catching up with the photons that have flown forward, which means that you see all the stars at the same time, both rear and front, and partially flying from the side. Here they are huddled in front of you on the monitor. If we add a little more speed, then they will become invisible to you, going into the ultraviolet part of the spectrum. Look.
  The screw turned the steering wheel, and the purple glow dimmed at once, then completely disappeared.
  - Well, from the screw. Now you can't see anything.
  The black space at once became gloomy and gloomy. Crore winked slyly.
  -Now we will add speed. The spaceship went through sparks, and the screen flashed again.
  - It was we who turned on the converter of gamma radiation into ordinary light. Now you see the starry sky again.
  The stars were really flying overboard in a crazy mode. They have already passed the part of the galaxy adjacent to the earth and moved to its center. Here they slowed down a bit. To admire the outlandish inflorescence. It hurt my eyes how thickly countless clusters of stars twinkled. More than one person on earth has not seen such an amazing inflorescence. Rubies, diamonds, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, agates and other stones seemed to shimmer pulverized in space. Their dazzling light gave way, shone through all the insides. Glory blinked. Screw laughed, he was twisted from tension
  - That man has never seen such a thing. This is the center of the galaxy. Look, don't go blind.
  "Merry little men" laughed with soundless laughter.
  - How fast were we flying?
  The smallest is a thousand parsecs per second. One parsec is almost three light years. That is, in one second we travel the path that light travels for almost three thousand Earth years.
  Glory never ceased to be surprised - Wow, well, speed.
  Vint winked slyly.
  -The speed is still not big enough to fly from universe to universe, but we can increase the swiftness many times over. Do you want to race around the worlds?
  - I already said that I want!
  -Then hold on tight, the new acceleration will be steeper than the previous one.
  The stars faded for a moment, and then they rushed in a frenzied cavalcade. The movement of the mini-starship was accelerating and accelerating. Entire galaxies rushed overboard. The light blurred and shimmered, and the starship's crazy run grew and grew.
  We are already moving at a speed of a million parsecs per second. It's still not a big overclock. It will take a day to fly to the edge of your tiny universe. But we Vint pressed his finger to his lips - we can speed up even more if we turn on hyperultraplasmic accelerators.
  Slava was slightly pressed into the chair, and he was forced to cover his face with his hands so as not to go blind from the abundance of star rays. Even the fingers shone through.
  -Our speed is ten million parsecs per second. We continue to accelerate.
  The fiery glow became hot, the light burned through the insides. Seeing this, Krohr turned on the light filter.
  - I told you that Earthlings are weak. It is necessary to give even more acceleration, and strengthen the force field, making it impenetrable to the rays.
  -Our speed is one hundred million parsecs. Screw squeaked. - Soon we will approach subtelepathic speed.
  - But this is unlikely, the speed of thought is infinite and the hypertelepathic motor can accelerate to infinity. Besides, you don't know how nutritious negative emotions are. We have already raced half the universe, and have not yet used up a hundredth of a percent.
  Crore replied.
  - Yes, this boy is a real treasure. By the way, Slavka, our speed has reached a billion parsecs per second.
  Suddenly, the play of light overboard was interrupted, it became dark, and only the light inside the miniature starship illuminated the black vacuum.
  -Where are we? Slava asked in a naive voice.
  - And nowhere in the interuniversal space. Cyberscanners have not died yet, but there is almost no matter around, there is only vacuum, hyperspace and many fields.
  -We're in the void. The boy felt fear.
  -You can say that. But do not be afraid, soon we will find ourselves in another, much larger universe than your world. There we will have room for creative activity.
  -There are a lot of universes and they are located not only in three-dimensional, but also in multidimensional space. There are millions of measurements, they are constantly changing, transforming. In order not to shock you with the variety of forms, we will go to the usual three-dimensional universe. The main thing, its difference from your sphere is that witchcraft and magic are highly developed in it. These are all intrigues of telepathy, the possibility of influencing the material environment through verbal influence. You will find yourself in a fabulous super-kingdom, a world of fantasy and dreams.
  What am I going to do there! After all, witchcraft for me is a mystery behind seven seals.
  -It's still a mystery, and once in another world you will quickly learn magic. Harry Potter himself will be no match for you. However, if this universe does not suit you, then we will find another one for you. Maybe you like hyperplasmic technology - we'll teach you how to do it, but for now, the three of us have a special task to complete, and for this we need a boy like you.
  -What for?
  -Because you're human.
  -Our speed has reached ten billion parsecs per second. And that means soon, the stars will swirl above us. Vint let out a piece of smoke from his mouth.
  And indeed, as if in a fairy tale, a wonderful light scale lit up in front of them. The speed of the starship dropped, and they fell into a fairy-tale world. The stars of this universe were special not round, but square, triangular, in the form of cones and prisms. Each star was special and unique, differing either in shape or in an elusive shade of light.
  Glory so froze with his mouth open, what he saw exceeded the most daring assumptions.
  The stars floated slowly overboard, they seemed like islands of fire on a black velvet sea.
  Finally, a large planet appeared before their eyes, with a diameter of about ten suns in the shape of a cylinder. Right in the center of this cylinder was a gigantic castle of the Gothic style. Its thousand kilometer walls were easily visible from orbit.
  -Here in this castle live the king and queen, who really want to have heirs to the throne. But a terrible spell weighs on them. Only an innocent child from another universe can break this spell. Crore said.
  And now we must, as people say, land on the surface of the planet.
  The landing was successful, making a turn, they flew past the giant statues of mighty eagles.
  - All Glory get out. Screw gave a hand and helped jump out of a small ship.
  - Bow down to the planet.
  Slava gave a slight bow. The strength was about the same as on earth, although the gigantic palace was shocking. Then a kilometer-long crystal gate opened before them. The three friends entered a corridor richly furnished with golden and precious statues. There were also four-tailed dolphins, alien soldiers with megaplasma weapons. Beautiful bouquets of natural flowers, carved from rubies, they continued to sway and pull their heads. Outlandish fish swam around the hall, shimmering with sparkling scales.
  -It's strange how they can float in the air? The boy asked.
  -Antigravity! Crore replied. - You won't see it yet.
  There was a lot of everything else, all sorts of different things, bewitching the eye and amazing the imagination of a nine-year-old boy, but the description of such splendor would take a very long time.
  It was too long to walk along the hundred-kilometer corridor, so Vint pressed the button and they teleported straight to the throne room. The main location of the star kings was amazing. In the middle of the hall was a throne, imposing as a mountain, in the shape of a spiral aqueduct, on which small but brightly furnished boats were melted. From time to time they erupted in fireworks, the brightest cascade of sparks that flooded the surrounding space of the twilight reigning around. Then grandiose music began to play, and the glow of the volcano flared up. Fiery red lava cut through the atmosphere, and a royal couple emerged from a dazzling cloud. They seemed young and richly at the same time tastefully dressed. On the chest of the king was a chain with emeralds along with the image of a blue poodle. And the chain that adorned the queen's neck, on the contrary, was made of sapphire. He tilted his face towards the boy, the dog yelped softly and shook its tail. The King smiled, his teeth glowing like light bulbs.
  - I welcome you my guest named Slava. You, as my talisman says, you are a very good boy and able to fulfill your destiny.
  The royal person arranged the phrases somewhat inhumanly, but the meaning was clear even without translation. Although it is strange how a resident of another universe could know Russian.
  -It's telepathy. Crore whispered.
  - We have a big grief baby. The only daughter is held captive by the intergalactic tyrant Eletromendos. And we need a knight capable of freeing her. The great prophecy says that he will come from a small universe with round stars. Two of my old friends Vint and Krohr brought you to the palace, now you have to pass a serious test and defeat the hyper-tyrant.
  Slava smiled, it seemed to him that wings were growing behind his back and he was quite capable of coping with a monster terrorizing the entire endless universe.
  -I am ready to fight the enemies and free your daughter.
  -Then Vint and Kron are on their way and will guide you, but first you must pass a small test. A kind of text on professional suitability.
  -With joy.
  Vint and Krore grabbed the boy by the arms and they were back on the mini starship.
  -Tex has a text, and now we will fly to a planet that is located almost next to a large star.
  The miniature ship turned around, and they were in front of a blue planet with foaming clouds.
  Vint took out the device.
  - Goodbye Snow White.
  Snap of fingers and Glory was, wherever you think. In front of him stood the gray school building, which had set on edge. There is a heavy briefcase behind his back, which means he has to go to a boring and angry class. And this is terribly undesirable. Legs became brittle and trembled. Was it really just a dream or a hallucination? The boy rubbed his eyes and clumsily tried to pinch himself. Hurt. So this is a reality, he really has to go to school. And the sky was crying, it was damp and cold, a chilly wind was blowing. A call sounded in the distance. Legs involuntarily moved to the run. You have to be in time for class to start.
  The boy, slightly out of breath, ran into the classroom. The gloomy teacher Rudolf Frankenstein greeted him with an animal roar.
  You fool again late. It"s a pity that now the old times are gone and you can"t be flogged. You stay after school, you will wash the classroom.
  A venomous chuckle from the back. The ram whispers, shows his fist and middle finger.
  - We'll beat you at the break. Let's turn it into a Snow White chop.
  And harsh laughter. The teacher pretends not to hear.
  The lesson seems long and boring to top it off "Baran" and his company start spitting chewed paper from straws.
  Fear involuntarily crawls into the soul, it aches in the stomach, it chills the body. With a shudder, you wait for a change when the vile five cling to you. Finally, the bell sounds, and his legs involuntarily break into a run - the boy is in a hurry to get tired of his sinister peers. He runs, trying to hide in the darkest corner of the school, where these vampires cannot find him. Slava climbed under the shed, finding himself on the street. He translated, there was a breath, as shadows of monster children appeared from different sides, they were right there.
  - Well, the fool ran away. You were "Snow White" and this tea will be "wet".
  The ram grinned sadistically.
  -Stand on the mossy and we'll hit you, otherwise you'll lie down like a corpse.
  - No, boys don't. Slava mumbled languidly.
  - We need a goat. And whatever you slow down, get on.
  He was a ram almost a head taller than Slava and one and a half times harder struck a strong blow in the face. The child twitched, the eye swollen almost immediately. Then followed a poke in the nose, flowed Yushka. The partner of the "Baran" rushed into battle, hitting the ribs, but the hefty leader slightly held him back.
  - Wait, let him get on his knees. Well, "Snow White" will become mossy.
  Blood dripped from Slava's nose, her eyes watered, but in addition to fear, a different sense of pride and dignity began to wake up in her soul.
  No, I won't kneel.
  "Baran" pretended to be surprised.
  - That's how this schmuck objects to me. Then have a snack.
  And he moved with all his might in the ear. Slava's head trembled, his ear turned purple.
  - No, I still won't. There was a tenacity in his voice, overpowering fear.
  - Then you're dead. We will kill you.
  The ringleader again swung and with all his might drove into the cheekbone. Slava stepped aside slightly, and the blow came out blurry.
  - Hold on to Snow White. "Baran" made a threatening gesture.
  The hooligan attacked Slava, spread their arms and pinned them against the wall. Then the young chieftain took out matches and lit a cigarette.
  -Now I'll give you a cauterization. Get on your knees or experience a crazy buzz.
  Slava became unbearably scared, he already wanted to give up and kneel down, as he remembered the cheerful face of Krora and the mocking look of Vint. Especially unbearable was the memory of the uniquely stern and kind face of a king from another vast universe. To kneel means to betray them. And what a hero he is then ready to challenge the tyrant Eletromendos, if the most ordinary hooligans drive him into a mortal shiver.
  When the cigarette touched his forehead, Slava screamed and jerked his right arm out sharply.
  A tightly clenched fist with desperate fury fell on the jaw of the "Baran".
  He bulged his eyes in amazement, dumbfounded and fell on his back with a noise. Here Slava felt in himself unusual rage and strength. He thrashed like a professional kickboxer, punching and kicking. Half a minute passed and all five lay unconscious. Slava stood with his head proudly thrown up, his hands up in the air.
  -Victory! How could I have done it!
  The bell rang for the lesson, only this time it did not cause the usual shudder, but seemed like a nightingale trill. The boy flew into the classroom as if on wings. This is where he failed out of nowhere. Slava didn"t even sit down to utter a word as he ended up in outer space. He was not afraid - now the devil himself is not afraid of him and opened his eyes wide. The stars seemed sweet and dear, it was not scary at all, on the contrary, in weightlessness one feels a strange lightness. The child turned his head slightly. Screw and Krore hovered beside him.
  -That "Snow White" got scared. Sorry, but we could not do otherwise: you should have overcome the fear in your soul.
  So it wasn't a real test.
  -And no! It was all real, we have the power to take you to Earth and even slightly shift the timeline. How? This is the secret of beings who own a million dimensions. Now you've passed the test and we'll move on to other more serious matters.
  -What?
  The screw creaked with a metallic voice.
  -For example, release the only heiress of King Ezaram. Defeating Eletromendos will not be easy, quintillions of worlds groan under his heel. But you won your first victory over your own fear.
  - Fear of a small death - defeating it, we are approaching immortality.
  - Finished thought Kroor. Ahead, the familiar shape of a cylinder planet appeared.
  . EPILOGUE
  After a series of stunning blows and defeats, the Celestial Empire agreed to peace, and promised not to attack the possessions of tsarist Russia again.
  The Great Six reasoned that it was too early to conquer China and that they could agree to favorable terms. In fact, part of Mongolia, the southern Usuri region, Primorye, and even Korea departed from Russia. These were profitable agreements - allowing the tsarist Russia of Alexei Mikhailovich to gain a foothold in Siberia and on the Pacific coast. And feel relatively safe.
  And on this the glorious practical war ended, and other things awaited the six heroes!
  
  
  IMMORTAL SPACE QUEEN
  The Queen really wanted to look younger. And so she sent an entire expedition in search of the mirror of immortality. Looking into it, you can turn into a young girl.
  In the end, the search was successful, but ... The genie in the mirror told the elderly queen:
  - I will restore your youth, but you will become a slave!
  The Queen replied, with a gap-toothed smile:
  - If youth is eternal, then I agree to slavery!
  The genie cast a spell. The queen turned into a girl who, almost naked in one loincloth, dug the field with a hoe. And she worked herself and worked hard.
  Only the young body almost did not hurt, and was not too tired. But it was very humiliating and boring. It was on some planet with two suns. And the structure is like the late Middle Ages.
  Moreover, frozen in formations. The queen worked for days and became dull. She became almost like an animal, only in a dream freedom came to her. And she always work hard in shackles. It's very hard for the former queen. And the touch of the overseer's whip on the naked body, like red-hot iron.
  Finally, there was a change in her life. Only for the worse. The owner died, and his heir was completely ruined. And the girl was sold to the quarry.
  Now I had to carry heavy baskets, work naked in chains, receive whips and sleep on stones.
  The queen was now much more tormented. The genie, of course, had set a trap for her. Yes, she is immortal and did not age, but in torment, as if in hell.
  Although a strong body is used to stress. And the queen decided to run away.
  With the help of long hair, she began to file a chain, with which they chained her bare feet and strong neck for the night. You file hardened iron with your hair slowly, but the queen has just enough time - immortal. Another thing is that after hard work in the quarries you have to sleep, and you saw a little every day.
  But you still drink anyway.
  The queen sawed herself and then fell into a dream. Then on the next sawed again.
  Until, finally, she broke the links .... However, she was unable to escape. The guards raised the alarm.
  The queen was caught and beaten without pity with a whip. Then they burned the heels with red-hot iron. Next, they burned out the brand of a runaway slave. And again sent to the mines.
  Slaves die so often, and she's been working hard for years. So let them work in shackles.
  And every night they checked her chain.
  The queen slept in shackles, and she was constantly whipped around.
  They put heavy chains on her, and beat her with a whip as soon as she worked a little slower.
  The queen had already sniffed the stench, and was not sick. The infection did not take it, in a meager and monotonous diet it did not cause pain in the stomach. The eternal girl suffered, but did not die. And the years went on and on. The mines were gradually developed and depleted.
  Here she is again transferred to another job. Washed from dirt, put up for sale.
  Here the queen finally got lucky. The buyer turned out to be one of the suppliers of gladiators to the arena.
  The queen was very dry and wiry, having spent more than a hundred years in the mines in hard work. She is very strong and hardy, holding a heavy stone over her head.
  Of course, her strength attracted the supplier. He looked at her teeth: not a single hole and so large and strong. I felt steel, cast muscles - like a stone!
  And of course bought such a capable copy!
  After that, another life began for the queen. Also harsh with training, fights, bullying, spanking, but much more fun.
  The queen had been young in body for more than two hundred years, and was distinguished by great strength and endurance, thanks to forced training in constant hard work.
  This gave her a certain head start on other girls. Moreover, all the scars and cuts on her muscular body healed very quickly and without a trace.
  The queen was also fast, a good immortal reaction, and studied very diligently. Not everything worked out for her, right away, but she has a very tenacious body.
  So at first she won at the expense of strength, endurance, and vitality. And then her skill began to grow.
  At first, they did not have the strongest rivals, but gradually, with experience, her level rose.
  And so the queen began to win and eminent women. And even fight with men and animals!
  According to the custom of the empire, after a hundred victories in gladiator fights, you can get freedom.
  The tenacious king, although she received wounds and scratches from fangs, was eventually able to win the hundredth battle.
  Then she received freedom from the hands of Caesar. And she could already earn money in battles herself, or teach girls to fencing.
  And soon the queen, beautiful and already rich and still young in body, married a noble patrician.
  And old and ugly. But he is not immortal and soon died.
  The queen, now a perpetually young widow, had a dozen handsome young men as lovers.
  And great wealth.
  So it seems that she found happiness ... Unless there were not enough fruits of progress - well, science somehow does not develop in this empire. And in general on the planet. And the guns and muskets are the most primitive. Everything literally froze.
  And so the empire fell into decay, a new raid of barbarians ... The Queen is again in captivity and slavery. But since the young beauty, she became the concubine of the local khan.
  And until he died and betrayed her to the heir. And he, too, died some time later.
  And the queen was put up for auction. Stripped naked, and sold to a noble sheikh. And she was with him until the sheikh died. And again the girl was put up for auction. And this time, she got to the palace to the Sultan. Being immortal, she was able to wrap the monarch and become the first wife.
  But bad luck, the immortal girl could not give birth to children. And when the sultan died, his heir ordered the queen to be chained again and sent to the mines.
  And again the queen in hell. In shackles, during hard work, she dragged stones in a basket, chopped a rock with a crowbar. Also meager, monotonous food, whip, stench, chained. And she is raped every night by the guards. Although the queen even liked it, her young body easily reached orgasm.
  And so the eternal girl spent year after year, decade after decade.
  Until, finally, this mine was not depleted, but two hundred years passed. No one remembered who this queen was. And it was put up for auction again. As usual naked and muscular. Of course, washing before that.
  And they bought her again, for the army, so she was very strong physically. Yes, and dexterous, she knew how to fight with swords.
  And the queen began a military career. She participated in many battles, was tenacious, strong, hardy, she ran barefoot all the time. And gradually her career went uphill.
  Here she is already the commander of the women's regiment and has considerable wealth. And again he finds himself a profitable party, and receives a huge estate in possession.
  Such is the zigzag of immortal life: now up, now down!
  The queen, of course, was widowed, and then married the young prince. The boy lost his head from an experienced, but outwardly young woman. And so they got married. And then the young man became king. And his wife became a huge influence.
  The kingdom waged wars and expanded. It got stronger and stronger. And yesterday's youth first matured, and then grew old. Outwardly, the young queen was beaten out of the dying king's will, that she would become empress. And he signed it.
  After his death, the former queen became empress. And waged war. Being forever young in the end conquered the whole world!
  And it seemed that she found absolute happiness ... But then three hundred years passed, and aliens landed. And they took over the planet.
  And the Empress was again in the quarries. And already with a collar, naked, barefoot, but without chains. I worked for a certain time, and then I watched TV before going to bed.
  It"s also such a life ... She served more than a hundred years in prison, was later released on parole, and lived on an occupied planet in a space empire.
  She enjoyed all the benefits of a highly developed civilization and ... This time she entered the space army.
  She began to make a career in Star Wars. She's immortal! Nothing is afraid!
  So she advanced in her service until she became a marshal. Then she got a whole planet for possession.
  Some were governors. Then she returned to the army. Fought and commanded. Became a Hyper-Supermarshal.
  And then they carried out a military coup, and seized the throne of the emperor of a space empire - leading the galaxy.
  Then she began to conquer other worlds. She commanded, attacked, won, sometimes lost, but took revenge ....
  Everything was fine until she ran into the empire of a hybrid mosquito and claws.
  They multiplied too quickly and overwhelmed the humanoid civilization with numbers.
  So the battles went on, battle after battle ... Until finally, people lost. And the former queen again did not become a slave in the mines.
  Again you work hard in chains, and you sleep chained on the boulders. And under the complete control of robots.
  Only in a dream did the eternal girl see herself free and great. And the rest of the time she worked hard for herself, worked, and sharp stones with her bare hardened feet.
  But the queen did not lose hope. She is immortal and is sure to change for eternity! Slavery will not last forever!
  The former queen even sang, despite the fact that a scourge fell on her bare, muscular back:
  The daughter of the Earth will say in response, no,
  I will never be a slave...
  I believe that freedom will dawn -
  The wind will refresh a fresh wound,
  For the Motherland sacred battle,
  For the Great Lord calls...
  Rise valiant knight in the early hours,
  The darkness will go away, the roses of May will bloom!
  
  
  
  
  DON'T MAINTAIN WITH A MAN-EATER
  In November 1941, Hitler unexpectedly offered peace to Stalin. A decision that seems unlikely to anyone familiar with the real situation.
  The Germans seem to be about to take Moscow. And why offer peace in this situation?
  But Hitler, as you know, had a highly developed intuition. And he felt that Moscow was taken, it would not. And if so, the very time, when Stalin is intimidated, to offer peace. Naturally, not all the military agreed with this, but Hitler had power and authority.
  Moreover, the conditions of peace promised to be beneficial for the Germans. In fact, Ukraine passes to Germany and with it the black earth and agriculture, as well as Belarus, and the Baltic states, and the Smolensk region.
  Stalin, in general, agreed to give everything that the Germans had already managed to capture.
  Sevastopol retreated to the Germans. In response, the Fritz left the Moscow region. Leningrad remained behind the USSR and a corridor led to it. The Germans agreed to leave the Leningrad region in exchange for the Voroshilovograd and Donetsk regions, which the Germans had not yet completely occupied.
  In general, the Nazis received the Donbass with its coal, metals and factories, bauxite deposits, and agricultural land, the entire Crimea, and even part of the southern Don. The Germans left the Leningrad region, Moscow, Tula, part of the Rzhev, Kalinin region. In exchange for part of the Donbass, part of the Don with its rich black earth and Sevastopol. The Finns got Petrozavodsk for themselves, and what they managed to capture. They parted amicably.
  In addition, the USSR undertook to supply oil at lower than market prices, and to pay a large ransom for prisoners of war.
  Stalin, fearing to lose the war and lose Moscow, agreed to such conditions. At the very peak of the Wehrmacht's success.
  Well, and Hitler, who has a supernatural instinct, realized that this was the best option.
  The war with the USSR is over. The Nazis first of all began to transfer troops to Africa. Moreover, the British launched an offensive against Rommel. Well, what? And the Fritz took and landed troops in Malta. Of course, first by bombing the British there.
  Further, of course, the assault on Gibraltar. Hitler personally met with Franco.
  Like, you saw how strong Germany is. Destroyed the USSR. She took four million Russian prisoners and many thousands of tanks. For us, Spain is like a smear on a map. We'll occupy if you don't let the troops through. And if you miss, you can get something in Africa. Moreover, Britain is doomed and will not go anywhere!
  Franco, realizing that Spain could be occupied and there was no chance, agreed.
  The assault on Gibraltar was successful, and fairly quickly. The citadel has fallen. And then the Germans entered Equatorial Africa.
  The British suffered huge losses. They were captured like suckers.
  Rommel defeated Britain in Libya, and developed an offensive in Egypt. Captured Alexandria.
  Then he went out and crossed the Suez Canal. Developing success, the Germans captured Iraq, Kuwait, and the entire Middle East.
  The Wehrmacht lost not too many soldiers and officers in the east. And his troops were more numerous and more seasoned and better trained than the English and especially the colonial forces.
  The British could contain such a thing and, no doubt, they were losing. Without the USSR, the Fritz managed to fight successfully with Britain.
  In general, Britain was doomed to lose its colonies. Its land army was too weak and underpowered to hold the colonies against the more numerous and disciplined troops of the Wehrmacht.
  And the rate on the fleet did not work. After the fall of Gibraltar and Malta, it became impossible to keep Africa. Here Rommel blocked the Suez Canal. And even on land, the Germans beat the British in one goal. After the war with the USSR, the Wehrmacht became even stronger and more self-confident, gained a lot of combat experience.
  This is how Africa was gradually conquered. And through Iran, the Germans entered India. There, too, local sepoys did not want to die for Britain. In general, the Germans were more hampered by distances, lack of roads, lengthy communications, supply problems than British troops.
  The US is gathering dust to avoid war. They even lifted all sanctions against Japan.
  But still, the samurai attacked Peru Harbor. We had to secure ourselves and seize the British possessions in Asia. And the Japanese did it.
  In short, in the forty-second year and the first half of the forty-three, the Germans and the Japanese captured Africa, Australia, all of Asia. And in September 1943, the landing in Britain followed. After, of course, massive bombardments. The Germans used Yu-288, and Yu-188, and other machines.
  Having lost its colonies and exhausted by the submarine war, Britain could not resist.
  And the Germans had too many resources, and especially manpower. They literally bombed all the cities and factories in England. And then, of course, the landing and the use of "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions" and even "Mouses". Well, of course, also floating tanks, and underwater vehicles.
  "Mouse" had time to do the beginning of the operation, and he even fought. But Mouses are way too heavy.
  The crew of Gerda on the Panther distinguished themselves in battles. The Germans after the capture of Britain for some time still fought with the United States. Kicked the Americans out of Iceland. But due to the length of communications, capturing America turned out to be a difficult task. Yet the Atlantic Ocean is no joke. Unless they bombed a friend and cut themselves at sea.
  German submarines developed, including on hydrogen peroxide, and sank almost the entire American fleet.
  However, the United States is still extremely difficult to capture. The war dragged on, and the Germans, in the end, took and made peace.
  After the Germans turned to the USSR.
  In 1945, the E-50 and E-75 went into production. Hitler banned the production, apart from a small series of reconnaissance vehicles, of tanks lighter than fifty tons.
  The Panther weighed forty-four and a half tons. "Panther" -2 is already fifty-two tons. E-50 has already pulled almost sixty-five tons. The last tank had a very decent frontal armor of 150 mm of the hull at a slope of 45 degrees, and 185 mm of the forehead of the turret, also at an angle. A gun of 88 mm with a barrel length of 100 EL. And 82 mm of armor on the sides, also under slopes. In combination with an engine that accelerated up to 1200 horsepower when boosted, it was a very powerful medium tank.
  Plus twelve shots per minute.
  An even heavier E-75 weighing over ninety tons. This tank turned out not quite successful. The 128mm gun had a slower rate of fire, lower muzzle velocity, and had no advantages at close range compared to the 88mm E-50.
  The frontal armor of the hull is slightly better than 160 mm at an angle of 45 degrees. However, more is not needed. He holds all American guns, and even Soviet ones. The defense tower is magnificent: 252 mm forehead, 160 mm side and stern. It can be seen that at least there is more or less reliable protection for the tower, especially the side.
  The side of the case is 120 mm, which is acceptable, plus you can also hang screens. The engine, however, is rather weak at 900 horsepower. In general, of course, the tank is unfinished, rather tall. Reminds me of a fairly overgrown "Tiger" -2 with similar problems.
  Both German cars are imperfect, but the E-50 is, of course, more practical.
  Well, and the E-100. But this car is even heavier and worse in driving performance than the E-75.
  The E-100, due to its large mass, was produced in small quantities.
  And the military themselves generally approved of the E-50.
  In the spring of 1946, just on April 20, on the Fuhrer's birthday, the Germans moved to the USSR.
  They had a large number of cars and equipment. Tens of thousands of tanks of different versions. The USSR also had the serial T-34-85 and IS-2 and IS-3 in service. The T-44 was not entirely successful. And the T-54 was not yet ready.
  The Germans produced the E-50 and E-75 in large numbers.
  Stalin forbade, after the loss of a significant part of the country, to develop machines heavier than forty-seven tons.
  In addition to the large number of T-34-85s, and the somewhat smaller IS-2 and IS-3, the SU-100 was mass-produced, which was a relatively simple and effective self-propelled gun.
  It should be noted that the most massive tank T-34-85 could only penetrate the German E-50 series into the side, and the E-75, even from the side, was too tough, and only the SU-100 could do it, and then close.
  So the forces are clearly unequal. The German tanks themselves pierced the Soviet ones from great distances. And only the IS-3 had more or less satisfactory forehead protection, and then the upper part.
  Here are the Germans on the territory of the USSR.
  Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda in the E-50. They whistle songs and roar.
  We all doubt the ram's horn,
  God will be for us!
  And how they will take and shoot at the enemy.
  Thirty-four blew off the tower. Yes, the combat crew, you will not say anything.
  Charlotte remarked with displeasure:
  We still don't have much armor. The enemy can, and board and hook!
  Christina noted:
  - But the gun is accurate, and lethal! So one compensates for the other!
  Gerda hissed:
  - We'll break them all!
  Meanwhile, Natasha is fighting against the Fritz in the SU-100 with her crew.
  Oleg Rybachenko was the fifth member of the SU-100 crew along with Natasha, Zoya, Augustina and Svetlana.
  The girls nodded approvingly.
  - You are a fighter, which is great!
  Natasha fired at the enemy. The shell hit the forehead of the German car, ricocheted off. The girl angrily stamped her bare foot. And she checked:
  - And now you're a boy! You seem to be smart, don't you?
  Oleg nodded. He's an immortal boy, so he can do a lot. Here is the German E-75 ahead. How to break through it?
  The genius boy figured it out, whispered to the projectile:
  - We are metal, of the same blood - you and me!
  And with the help of his bare, childish foot, he unfolded the sight, and fired.
  No matter how strong the German tank is with frontal armor, but if you hit exactly end-to-end or a combination of lines of force, the tank lends itself. And then the metal burst, and the combat kit began to detonate.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaked:
  - This is the highest class!
  Natashka tickled the boy's bare heel and nodded:
  - Shoot!
  Oleg Rybachenko again fired from the SU-100. They hit from a long distance, and then the 100 mm Soviet gun did not take the latest German tanks: E-50, and E-75. But the boy is phenomenal. And he manages to hit the enemy.
  The terminator boy shoots again. And it breaks through the E-50. This tank is fast and must be hit. And the Germans are all stick and stick.
  Zoya shoots. And very apt.
  Hits the enemy in the tower. Then Oleg Rybachenko fires again. A hundred millimeter cannon works wonders.
  The boy genius roars:
  - I'll tear you! I will tear you! It won't be good!
  And again, like a kid, he will take it and very aptly hammer it. And really tear the enemy.
  After which it will issue:
  - I'm a supersonic fighter!
  And again, with the help of a bare foot, he will shoot.
  The kid looks only twelve, but he is very fast and phenomenal.
  Here she shot with the help of bare toes and Augustine.
  And the girl crashed the E-50.
  The Germans are taking significant damage. But their avalanche of tanks is getting closer and closer. Here is the E-100 in motion. Also powerful armor, weapons, and shields.
  But his girls and boy also break through.
  The German car is on fire and is torn to pieces.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to the Holy Fatherland,
  With unearthly fury!
  Again the boy fired, smashed the fascist and winked at the girls. And again the kid shoots and crushes the enemy.
  Fighting let's just say the boy. And fires a projectile. And the Tiger-2 tank, outdated but powerful, has already become a victim. The German "Panther" -2 is also suffering from defeat. But she almost conquered America herself.
  And now the USSR is pressing.
  Oleg Rybachenko, on the other hand, shoots and hits for sure.
  And so they began to shoot in turn and sing ...
  Natasha kicked her bare foot and bellowed:
  - That's from the taiga ...
  Zoya also punched her bare toes and squeaked:
  - To the British Seas ....
  Augustina also fired a shell and said:
  - Red Army!
  Svetlana fired shells with her bare toes and said:
  - Stronger than everyone!
  Oleg Rybachenko fucked up, and issued:
  And let Red...
  Natasha fired and squeaked:
  - Compresses powerfully!
  Zoya also slapped and barked:
  - Your bayonet with a callused hand!
  Augustine chimed and bellowed:
  - And we have to...
  Svetlana fired a lethal charge and yelled:
  - Unstoppable!
  Oleg Rybachenko fired again, laughing:
  - Go to the last...
  Natasha sent a projectile and roared:
  - Mortal combat!
  And the girls dispersed, the gun thrashed until the shells ran out.
  Yes, Oleg Rybachenko is at war again.
  But the Red Army is having a hard time. The Germans are advancing. They have more equipment, more infantry. And the Japanese are coming in from the east.
  Do not resist against such power.
  Gerda and her crew are fighting on the E-50. The Germans are already storming Voronezh. The fighting is fierce.
  On the one hand, a German tank, as a fighter of its own kind, is very good. But the board is rather weakly protected. And this is his minus, so girls should be vigilant.
  There is still a lot of T-34-85 produced. This machine is still in mass production, and the German 88mm gun in 100EL is harvesting a bountiful harvest from a long distance.
  The SU-100 is also being produced more and more, which, being a self-propelled gun, is easier to manufacture than a tank, but the gun is stronger.
  Right now, pressing the joystick button with her bare toes, Gerda broke through the Soviet dryer. At close range, such a machine can be very dangerous.
  The blonde terminator took it and sang:
  - My nerves are not made of steel,
  You totally got me!
  And then Charlotte's cannon fired, and crushed the thirty-four.
  And a gun that fires twelve shots per minute reaches a great distance.
  Further, as Christina shoots. And it will also do it very aptly and accurately. She smashed a Red Army tank and squeaked:
  - Rabid fire! Hurray Stalin!
  Then lupanula and Magda. She did it very precisely with the help of her bare toes.
  And she sang:
  - For the glory of the eternal Fatherland!
  Then the girl bursts out laughing...
  The German machine works itself without failures.
  Here, the IS-2 became its victim, a rather powerful and dangerous tank, but poorly protected by the forehead of the tower.
  Only the IS-3 in the forehead has relatively good protection, but this tank is still being produced in small batches. It has an overly complex tower shape. Although the IS-3, as combat practice has shown, at least has a chance to fit in E-series vehicles at close range.
  Heavier tanks are not yet produced in the USSR, and even their development has been suspended. This, of course, creates a problem. The Germans have only the E-25 self-propelled guns in the light series, but its production is almost frozen. Although the machine is not bad.
  Only two crew members and one and a half meters of height. Small with a 75mm gun from the Panther. Hunter for Soviet cars.
  But the Fuhrer prefers power. Even the E-50 is gradually inferior to the E-75, which is also closed from the sides with shields.
  E-75 is difficult to penetrate even into the side. And the Germans use it in breakthroughs ...
  Two German pilots Alvina and Albina have already managed to exceed the number of downed aircraft over three hundred and received: Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  The girls are such cool warriors and the coolest in the world. Yes, even if Huffman has more planes shot down for now, but they are, but much more beautiful.
  And they fight, as a rule, only in one bikini and barefoot.
  Alvina shot down three Soviet aircraft from her ME-262 X with 30 mm aircraft guns and tweeted:
  - I am the torch of annihilation!
  Albina, conducting similar fire, confirmed:
  We are total annihilation.
  And she cut off four more Soviet planes ...
  Warriors are very fighting in their mood, but they constantly smile.
  They love men very much, and work with their tongue. And they love it. Such martial beauties.
  Here they shot down a Soviet TU-3, and smashed it to pieces ... This is their fiery hello.
  Girls, in short, do not give up. And the Red Army receives from them.
  But on the other hand, Anastasia and Mirabela are also fighting in the same bikini and barefoot - they are gaining their accounts! They girls are very aggressive.
  And Anastasia shot down a German plane and issued:
  - I'm a great pilot!
  Mirabela threw a cannon into a 37 mm German car and squeaked:
  - I'm a super warrior!
  Girls and in fact what you need ....
  But they fight on outdated Yak-9Ts, which naturally do not pull against jet-powered German vehicles. But beauties manage to fight. And avoid getting hit.
  And why? Because they are barefoot and in a bikini. So don't cut them off.
  Warriors, as we can see, understand what bare skin is.
  Anastasia shot down another German fighter and squeaked:
  - For the Motherland!
  Mirabela cut off HE-162 and bellowed:
  - For Stalin!
  The most dangerous German fighter ME-262 X, it has five air guns, and great speed, swept wings, powerful armor.
  It is easier to shoot down a HE-162 car that is light, cheap, but very maneuverable.
  The ME-1010 turned out to be not entirely successful for the Germans, which is undoubtedly an excellent aircraft in terms of flight characteristics, but its wings change their sweep and require highly qualified pilots. TA-183 turned out to be more practical, and also goes to the front.
  But Hitler prefers the heavily armored ME-262 X, with powerful weapons.
  So far, the Luftwaffe screw machines have not yet been taken out of production. The TA-152 is the most successful multipurpose vehicle, and the ME-309 is still in combat. They are superior to Soviet fighters in speed and armament. And although the Yu-488 is a screw machine, the Soviet Yaks cannot even catch up with it. Yes, even the more advanced LA-7 is inferior to this car in speed.
  And what to do against jet bombers: "Arado", Yu-287 and others.
  Soviet aviation, without jet aircraft, is weak.
  However, Anastasia and Mirabela still manage to gain good scores even in such conditions.
  So they returned, refueled and again into battle. Again knock down German cars. And they do it with great effect.
  No one in Soviet aviation can compare with their pair. In addition, girls have sex to be stronger. And usually they always have different men. And this gives the girls such strength!
  This is one of the secrets of their phenomenal success.
  The girls have already received the golden star of the hero of the USSR, and wink at each other.
  They flew again, shot down someone.
  Anastasia cut down a Yu-288, a rather powerful bomber, with her 37mm aircraft gun.
  And Mirabela shot down a Yu-287 jet, also using the same 37-millimeter gun. Such guns made it possible, with the phenomenal accuracy of the girls, to hit enemy vehicles at a distance. Although the ammunition was limited, and you risk dying.
  Girls spank with bare feet and sing:
  - Fly the falcons like eagles,
  We are for Stalin ahead!
  Our success is not far off
  Open a winning account!
  So the warriors, of course, will not let the fascists down. And they will hit it so hard that it will hurt the Fuhrer.
  Anastasia Vedmakova, of course, maneuvers. Yak-9 is more than six hundred kilometers, it won"t squeeze out, even less with a heavy gun, but more or less tossing and turning.
  A little better than the Yak-3, which, however, is more expensive and requires high-quality duralumin. And the USSR lost a lot of territory. And the Yak-9 can be produced in huge quantities.
  But the Third Reich, along with Japan, cannot be kept up.
  Mirabela shot down ME-262 and sang:
  - For the glory of the Motherland of Russia,
  We will make the whole world happier!
  Anastasia cut off another German and squeaked:
  - This is the name of the most radiant love!
  And also how to roar. And thrash on Fritz.
  The girls are certainly very, very cool.
  And the Germans, meanwhile, are more and more deepening into the territory of the USSR.
  The Japanese are getting in on the action too. And there are many of them and they are driving the Chinese ahead of them.
  The yellow soldiers are pushing for a breakthrough. And they literally throw corpses at all approaches.
  But there are so many of them that they eventually break through.
  The Japanese and their yellow army storm Khabarovsk. Losses are completely ignored.
  But they are met there by Soviet girls.
  Alenka and her team.
  The girls defend Khabarovsk. They throw grenades at the enemy with their bare feet.
  And they sing with a laugh:
  We are good girls
  And the defeat of all the fighters ...
  The voice is so loud
  In the glory of mad fathers!
  And again the grenades thrown by the bare feet of the beauties fly.
  Alenka, as soon as she gives a turn, mows down the Chinese and squeaks:
  - Glory to our land!
  Anyuta will throw a grenade with her bare toes and roar:
  - In the name of higher powers!
  And also slap a lethal burst.
  Angelica shoots next. And he also throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  And screams:
  - For new frontiers!
  And then Maria will hit. And she also cut off a line of yellow fighters, singing:
  - Tail by tail! Eye for an eye!
  And wink at your friends.
  And then the Olympics will throw a whole box of explosives at the samurai and the Chinese.
  And roar:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland!
  And again, the five exterminate the foreign army.
  But the Japanese have already gathered a lot of Chinese. They climb and climb. And whole mounds of corpses grow.
  Alyonka shoots, throws her bare heel and squeals:
  - For Stalin!
  Anyut will also throw a grenade with her bare foot and growl:
  - Teachers!
  Angelica will throw out the queue. He throws a gift with his bare foot, and squeaks:
  - For Lenin!
  And then Maria, like a thrasher at the enemy. And the toes of bare feet will start destruction.
  After that, the Chinese scatter in all directions ...
  And then, like the Olympics, he will take and put out a barrel of nitroglycerin. And soak everyone.
  And the militarists fall to themselves ...
  Oleg Rybachenko and his team are still fighting for Tula. The Germans are trying to surround Moscow. The city of Tula already repelled the onslaught of the Fritz in forty-one.
  But the enemy is much stronger now. And conducts aggressive shelling. And bombs are raining down on the Red Army, and other lethal forces.
  A very powerful opponent. And they throw too many black fighters, Arabs, Indians into battle. And it doesn't seem to stop.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired at the E-75 and sang:
  The soldier is always healthy
  The soldier is ready for anything ...
  And dust like from carpets,
  We're getting out of the way
  And won't stop!
  And don't change legs
  Our faces shine
  Shiny boots!
  And again the boy punches the Nazi from a distance. But the forces are indeed unequal.
  Although Tula stands heroically. And in the south, the Nazis are approaching Stalingrad.
  But what do they think they will win there?
  Oleg Rybachenko again shoots at the Nazis and sings:
  And such chaos
  Filled the universe...
  Mankind's sad fate -
  Endure pain, suffering!
  And again the boy fell, and the fascist "Maus" -2, a very formidable machine, is on fire.
  Natasha logically remarked:
  No force can stand against us!
  And winked at the boy.
  Further lupanula and Zoya. Also roaring:
  - For my access to victory!
  The SU-100 works for itself and does not think of stopping the shelling.
  The Germans are gradually bypassing Tula. They have a lot of forces, a lot of infantry. And moving tanks of various brands.
  Here, for example, is the same "Lev" -2, a very powerful machine: it weighs a hundred tons, and the frontal armor is 300 millimeters tilted. Nothing seems to break.
  But Oleg Rybachenko still punches. Shows his highest class - a sniper.
  And he beats himself, and he beats ...
  From the Nazis, only fragments fly off. But they still do not want to slow down.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - The future is ours
  We are Eagles, Jedi!
  And again the boy gets up horses. And again, the Nazis on a penny.
  And the tank crew of Gerda is already in Stalingrad. Here such aggressive fights are in full swing.
  Gerda, shooting, yells:
  - My body is iron!
  Charlotte pressed the buttons on the joystick with her bare toes and chirped:
  - So useful for a fight!
  And winked at her partner.
  Then she lupanula again and broke the thirty-four.
  Then gave a shot and Christina. She broke the drying of the Red Army, and rumbled:
  - I'm a crazy girl! I'll tear everyone!
  And then Magda fired with her bare foot.
  Girls from Germany, in general, are doing well. And smear the enemy.
  . CHAPTER #2
  But then their car was hit on the side. I had to stop and repair.
  Gerda remarked capriciously:
  We're wasting time again!
  Charlotte rubbed the surface of the armor with her bare foot and snarled:
  We will take revenge and win!
  And then she took it and bared her teeth. And emitted sunbeams from pearl teeth.
  Christina took it and squeaked:
  - For the Motherland without advice!
  And also slap on the armor with his bare heel!
  Magda agreed.
  - And no nonsense!
  The girls decided to play chess for the time being. A couple for a couple. And they began to build a strategy there.
  The game is interesting. But the girls argued over every move and butted heads.
  Gerda remarked with a grin of teeth:
  - I will be the highest axiom!
  And how to laugh..
  I imagined my namesake from Andersen's fairy tale. Here she was caught in the forest by robbers. They dismantled the carriage, and almost all the clothes and expensive boots were taken from Gerda herself. So Gerda is barefoot again, and in sackcloth. This is what she looked like, with her hands tied behind her back.
  He walks through the autumn cold forest. The bare sole feels every bump, every bump, every twig. Gerda is scared and wants to eat.
  She even managed to recover in the palace. And on the autumn grass there is frost, reminiscent of the cold that she had recently experienced.
  Gerda chuckled... She thought that in Andersen's fairy tale there was clearly not enough toasted heels. And that would be great!
  The tank was repaired quickly. The damage is small. Although the shell of a hundred-millimeter cannon hit the side. Which can be dangerous.
  Charlotte pressed her bare toes on the joystick buttons, and sang:
  - I'm a tank destroyer,
  The heart is on fire...
  The gun is my home!
  And the shell broke another thirty-four. So far, it is the T-34-85 that dominates the battlefield. And heavy vehicles in the Red Army are relatively rare.
  But then the IS-3 appeared. He has a weak point: the lower part of the body. The forehead has a large angle of inclination. It has a shape: pike snout. But if you hit the lower part of the forehead, then there will be no mercy.
  Magda, with the help of bare feet, pointed a cannon at the enemy. And how slapped, and the projectile flew.
  And the Soviet car got in the gut. The turret was torn off and shells began to burst.
  Gerda exclaimed:
  - And you are a beautiful beauty!
  Magda squealed, shaking her magnificent breasts:
  - No one will stop me!
  Charlotte confidently confirmed:
  - And no one wins!
  Christina squeaked in response:
  - Evil wolves crush enemies!
  Gerda growled:
  - Evil wolves - salute to the heroes!
  The Nazis surrounded Tula and the children, together with four girls they have to break out of the ring.
  The boy, girl and girls run to themselves and throw grenades with their bare toes.
  And the Nazis take damage and cannot hit them.
  Oleg, firing, sang:
  - In the name of the sacred Motherland,
  Don't bring us to our knees!
  Margarita threw the gift of death with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - No! Never put!
  Natasha, shooting and bouncing, added:
  - Let trouble not come to our house!
  And also with a bare foot, how to launch a lethal grenade.
  Further, Zoya will dodge the fragment, and also let the crushing things break with her bare toes ...
  And roar:
  - It will be great!
  And then Angelica will shoot at the enemy. Mow it down in a wild fury. And roar again:
  - I'm a crazy drinker!
  And a grenade will fly from a bare heel.
  And then Svetlana, as she takes it and hits it painfully.
  These, of course, are girls - what death brings to enemies.
  Natasha, shooting at the enemy, squeaks:
  - No one will stop us, even the devil will not defeat us!
  And flies from her bare feet, a grenade in an arc. And lupanet, yes, it will scatter everything and, moreover, far away.
  Girls are certainly able to overcome the affected territory. In the south, fighting is in full swing in Stalingrad, which the Red Army holds. A whole colossal loss of the Japanese took Khabarovsk and advancing on Vladivostok.
  Well, there they will be met by those who need it.
  Anna Vedmakova experienced a not very pleasant farewell ceremony with her faithful flying horse. The fighter, which became the native MiG-4, on which so many German aircraft were shot down, simply burned out during the air strikes of the Japanese armada, as well as a fair amount of other vehicles and ships. After the vultures from the Land of the Rising Sun pecked at the city, Vladivostok was a sad sight. However, the funeral of the dead was held in a military manner modestly and quickly enough. The pilot Vedmakova burned her legs, the girl's feet were covered with blisters, and therefore she walked barefoot, carefully stepping on her toes. The Japanese have not yet repeated the raids, they have concentrated their efforts on supporting the advancing fronts. Vedmakova bypassed the blockage, it was vigorously cleared, among the workers there were a large number of children. Thin, barefoot, with faces reddened in the fresh spring sun, they raked broken tiles, lifted fallen telegraph poles, simply swept the streets.
  The senior over the boys in a pioneer tie, but without a shirt (it hung separately, apparently the boys took care of their clothes), ran up to the pilot.
  - We are working at an accelerated pace, comrade major, everything will be ready soon! We will sweep the street clean, it will be smooth as before the war!
  Vedmakova smiled and tossed him a piece of candy:
  - Here, take it! This is our Soviet natural chocolate, not American poison.
  The boy winked fervently.
  - And we came up with a new nickname for the Americans! Since now they are together with Hitler and Hirohito, they are not Yankees, but Pindos!
  The girl-major bowed before the boy:
  - How did you say who they are?
  The young pioneer repeated:
  - Pindos! So now we'll take down the Yankees who betrayed us!
  Vedmakova stroked the boy's head, then her large, strong hand went over the boy's thin, veined shoulders. The boy smiled back: his teeth were white, and held out his calloused palm. The Major shook the boy's hand and answered:
  - We must remember the name! But after all, we are not at war with America yet, so it is premature to come up with nicknames!
  The boy replied:
  - Americans are worse than the Japanese and Germans, because they prefer to fight by proxy. No matter how cruel the fighters of the Rising Sun Empire are, their bravery is known to everyone!
  Witcher interrupted:
  - I will kill these brave men! And as soon as possible!
  The new acting garrison Krotov unexpectedly signed a not entirely logical order and sent a warrior pilot with a group of sailors to Khabarovsk. The order followed immediately, it was necessary to reflect the offensive of the Japanese units. Vedmakova, of course, expected that they would give her a fighter, but ... And the front had no free planes at its disposal, and the reinforcements of their center had not yet arrived. The trip from Vladivostok to Khabarovsk took a little time and the major was literally thrown off the rails into a boiling fight.
  The Japanese tried to bypass the well-fortified city and encircle it. The warrior barely had time to jump into the trench with the machine gun before the attack began.
  The witcher asked Captain Sinitsin, who was lying down next to her:
  - So, the enemy is planning the tactics of Friedrich, or rather General Nogi, to bypass the fortifications and put us in the rear.
  The captain grunted.
  - Let him try to burn the tail of the Russian horse! So he will be hit with hooves that it will not seem enough!
  The ace pilot joked:
  - The horse's hooves, probably not from Krupp steel, but our Soviet ones!
  Her words were interrupted by the howl of shells. Here it lies in a long-dug trench, around Khabarovsk there is generally a noble line of fortifications, the threat of a Japanese invasion has existed for more than a year. Shells burst in front of and behind the trenches, there is a lot of roar from them. In general, the famous Japanese shimosa creates a lot of rumble and smoke. The warrior looks without fear, even with some indifference. Explosions of shells give rise to dirty fountains, here is one of them caused the ground to shake. This means that a gun is hitting, with a cannon caliber of a good three hundred millimeters. You can hear the groans of the wounded... Through the cannonade they seem like light vapors that not every ear can catch. Here the pilot-warrior was sprinkled with earth. However, the girl, sneezing, shook the dust from her red braids:
  - That's how it always is, if you lie down you get dirty! And if you got up, you have one or two left!
  The artillery preparation turned out to be short, perhaps the Japanese did not have so many shells. The attack has begun. Several Japanese tacos drove ahead. Small, with a slightly rounded machine body. The most massive tank of the empire of the Rising Sun: Chichiha. Vedmakova remembered his characteristics. Frontal armor 30 mm, gun 47 mm, diesel engine 320 horsepower. Except for driving performance, in which this machine is not inferior to the T-34, then it is even worse than the German T-3 of the 1943 model. He is even called in the Far East, sneeze! But by the way, the queen of the fields is not a tank, but an infantry. Here try, approach the minefields. As they say: where an armored train does not pass, a soldier with a rifle will crawl.
  The rifles of the Japanese are copied from the German Mauser. Submachine guns, torn off from the well-known "Schmeister" from the First World War. In general, the narrow-eyed ones have a craving to copy the best from the other side. Surely Japanese designers are already working on the creation of a hybrid of the "Panther" and the T-34!
  There are no more than a dozen Japanese tanks, and Soviet artillery is by no means in a hurry to meet them. The infantry jogs after them, in the traditional thick line. The soldiers of the country of the Rising Sun themselves are dressed in a uniform that slightly gives off yellowness, the color of the khaki steppe. Vedmakova looks at them, quickly estimating the number of attackers. By eye, there are five or six thousand of them, and there are a maximum of a thousand Russians sitting in the trenches, covering this sector of the front. And the weapons... The Far Eastern army is equipped according to the residual principle, and only officers have submachine guns. What is she, after all, a major, however, without a position, reduced to the level of an ordinary.
  Captain Titmouse (still a very young guy) asked the Witcher.
  - Did you fight the Germans?
  The girl replied:
  - No! I kissed them!
  The captain, suddenly turning pale, remarked:
  - Do you remember your first corpse!
  Vedmakova smiled and shook her head.
  - I am a pilot, and whom I shot down, I knocked together, I have no concept of corpses! By the way, during the entire Great Patriotic War, my plane was never shot down!
  The captain whistled somewhat awkwardly.
  - You're just an ace! And how many smeared Germans you have!
  Witcher smiled even wider.
  - After the twenty-fifth handed the star of the hero! Only twenty-eight.
  Sinitsin exclaimed:
  - Ooh! You are simply a master of your craft!
  The girl answered modestly:
  - No need to make a hero, someone who just honestly fulfills his duty. Now the infantry will come closer, and we will meet them.
  The captain jerked the bolt of a heavy submachine gun weighing a good ten kilograms. I touched the dog, the launch is very tight, the butt with recoil. Not quite a convenient colossus, but it hits ... True, according to rumors, the Germans already have a more powerful machine gun, but who knows if the Soviet designers will come up with something better. Sinits could not resist the question:
  - And why did you transfer such a cool pilot to the infantry?
  Vedmakova answered half-jokingly, also clicking the jam of her submachine gun:
  - And I just wanted to know what it's like to sit under fire! That would be cool!
  - And you apparently lost your boots, if you were in such a hurry to get to the front line!
  Vedmakova, in fact, trying to make the blisters come down faster, went barefoot. Although during the war most women and children flaunted bare heels in the summer, this was not accepted among officers, especially in public places. But the Witcher even liked to highlight it that way. She answered Sinitsin simply:
  - In order to save money, in fact, the entire capitalist world is against us. After all, boots wear out, and this is the work of many people!
  The captain agreed, winking fervently.
  - You have very beautiful legs! Can I pet them!
  Vedmakova shook her finger:
  - Not now! Then if you survive, I will warm you for the night.
  Sinicin rolled his eyes.
  - Wow, you're fast! Usually women break for a long time!
  Vedmakova wanted to answer, but an explosion was heard, a Japanese tank walking ahead, ran into a mine. The girl sang:
  - Hitler was driving in a car, the bastard was blown up by a mine! Shattered into fragments - but that's just little use!
  Another Japanese tank blew up, stopped, turned its muzzle and opened fire on the Soviet trenches. A third followed him. The Japanese, however, did not think to stop. The narrow-eyed snarled: their machine guns started to work, placed on semicircular, mobile towers.
  The captain muttered:
  - That's great! How the parade goes! Here is the army!
  Vedmakova picked up a rifle, since the distance to the infantry allowed, and shot at a Japanese officer. The narrow-eyed fell, throwing the rifle away with such force that it fiddled with the bayonet in the spring grass. The other Japanese continued to run, only slightly tilted their bodies, apparently hoping in this way to avoid defeat, or rather reduce its likelihood. Vedmakova recalled that this is how soldiers in the Quantude army are trained, whoever does not have time to bend down in time is beaten on the head with a bamboo stick. It seems to the king-father, Herod was well moved! This he however about Nicholas II. Now they are fighting Japan again, and not on one, but on several fronts. However, this also has its advantages. The girl sang:
  Coming - the Wehrmacht is defeated in the ashes,
  Napoleon defeated invincible!
  The enemy will not be able to trample the Soviet flag,
  When the people and the party are united!
  One by one, the wrecked Japanese tanks stopped, but the infantry, bristling with bayonets, began to run even faster. The positions of the Soviet troops bristled with flashes, rifles clapped, occasionally interspersed with automatic bursts. She opened fire and Vedmakova. The Japanese, reloading on the move, fired from rifles. They yelled at the top of their lungs:
  - Banzai! Rus give up!
  The bullets pierced their carcasses like a ramrod into dummies. Bone dust, mixed with blood, fell down. However, most of the bullets, as happens in the battle, went by. The Japanese crossed the minefield, the little soldiers too light for their run to detonate the gifts prepared for the tanks.
  Vedmakova felt the brutal recoil of the machine gun on her shoulder, while the fighters of the country of the Rising Sun seemed to be real monsters. Their hysterical cries grew stronger and closer, their yellow, nasty faces glistening with sweat. Vedmakova tries to take down as many enemy soldiers as possible at a time. The girl is as hot as always, and shoots in a nested way. One clip ran out, inserted another. The magazine is too large, round, it is not easy to wedge it into the chamber. And again the fire, the Japs are flying upside down.
  Vedmakova shot the second ammunition load, left without ammunition. And grenades are already wooling at the advancing narrow-eyed. They answer with throws, now there are much more screams of groans, and Soviet soldiers are falling. The shard cut off a tiny strand of hair on the Witch's head. The girl's nerves fail, and she jumps up and yells at the top of her lungs:
  - For motherland for Stalin!
  Following her, the rest of the fighters yell, jumping out of cover and shaking their bayonets. Soviet soldiers flee to meet the Japanese, engaging in bayonet combat.
  Vedmakova cuts the belly of the nearest "samurai" with a swift blow. He screams and tries to answer and collapses like a slaughtered boar. The girl happily exclaims:
  - Russian football: Russia - Japan, two-zero!
  And indeed, another Japanese fell with his throat cut with a bayonet-knife. Well, the third warrior pilot kicked him in the groin. The narrow-eyed one stretched out, and the girl, moving by inertia, stuck the point into the adversary's eye!
  -Get the Japanese! Why stand at the gatekeepers!
  The retaliatory strike of the bayonet ripped open the major's tunic, blood came out, but this not only did not embarrass the girl, but also gave additional rage.
  - Hirohito's death! - The girl barked, her shin crashed into the narrow-eyed temple, and the girl moved with such swiftness, as if she were propellers, the latest fighter.
  The Japanese retreated, and even backed away, and the inspired girl went on the attack, her machine gun was spinning like a club in the hands of a giant. Here followed a hard blow with a butt on the back of the head, too zealous officer. Anna breathed out.
  - Here's a shahen-hash!
  But in general, the Russians had a hard time. On the side of the narrow-eyed, a five-fold advantage, and the level of physical fitness of the Japanese is not bad, in addition, far from the best soldiers of the USSR are fighting against them. Naturally, during such a difficult war, conscripts of the third category were sent to the Far East, with the worst data, or fighters who were seriously injured in the battle with the Nazis. The soldiers fell, sometimes a dozen bayonets were thrust into one Russian, they literally bled collectively, but they fought like heroes, and no one asked for mercy.
  Sinitsin pierced a Japanese officer with a bayonet, but he himself received a point in the side. The young man knocked down the attacking Japanese with a blow of the butt in the chest, but the blood flowed from the side too abundantly. And four samurai rushed at the guy at once.
  The brave Vedmakova rushed to the rescue, stabbing the officer with a bayonet on the shoulder blade, and knocking another Jap down with a kick under the knee.
  - Hold on Petruha! she said.
  He immediately reflected two bayonets aimed at the chest and answered:
  - I'm not Peter, but Arkady!
  The girl who knocked down another Japanese growled:
  - In war, every name is like the click of a cocked hammer, you shouldn't cock it without a shot!
  Arkady stepped back slightly and a ruthless bayonet ripped open his cheek. The young man whined, from unbearable pain:
  - Mother of God!
  Vedmakova objected:
  - Maybe I'm a mother, but not God's! In general, there is no God, and never was!
  Arkady stepped back to Anna and muttered indistinctly:
  - And what awaits us after death non-existence?
  The girl shook her head negatively.
  - No! Communist science will raise the dead! And the first to a new life will be returned to those who fell in the battles for their homeland.
  Sinicin shook his head.
  - God bless!
  Vedmakova laid down another Japanese and squealed:
  - There is no god! If he is, then we must admit that the alleged creator of the universe is a sadist! And he likes to torture creation!
  At that moment, Arkady's thigh was torn open with a bayonet, and in order not to fall, he leaned on the red-haired warrior:
  - And I'm in pain! Simply unimaginable!
  The five-sixfold superiority of the soldiers of the rising sun had an effect. Fifty samurai rushed against them, brandishing their bayonets like an army of porcupines. Arkady received a couple of blows with a bayonet in the stomach, and then his eye was gouged out. When the young man fell, they injected him twenty times, forcing him to calm down forever. It is interesting what his soul felt when flying away: surprise or fear, or maybe incredible relief after leaving the dungeon of the body.
  The Witcher was as if bewitched. Of course, her tunic fell to pieces, slashed with bayonets. The warrior turned out to be completely naked, covered with many scratches, but the samurai could not inflict a single serious injury on her! She fought and her bare breasts with scarlet nipples shook like buoys in a sea. And bare ankles flashed. The girl was truly the embodiment of bestial and erotic power. Her bare soles turned red with blood, from which there was an association with the great goddess of destruction and evil: Kali! Almost all Soviet soldiers have already been stabbed, the battle is over, but only in her sparkling beauty of Aphrodite, from time to time it strikes insolent narrow-eyed.
  The Japanese General Nugi looked with surprise at this miracle. Then a thought flashed through his head. There was an order given in a thin voice, of an underfed mosquito:
  Throw a net on her, take her alive!
  The thrifty Japanese also had nets. Suddenly you need to take one of the Russians alive. And the web is perfect for that. Immediately a dozen catchers threw fetters on the girl
  Vedmakova fought back as best she could, she tried with all her might to free herself. But all in vain, the conscientious Japanese made the net on the basis that it would withstand an elephant. The girl was thoroughly swaddled and dragged in her arms. Judging by everything, tactical success was achieved, especially since this direction was not covered by either artillery or machine guns.
  The girl recalled the smooth-shaven face of Arkady, who fell in love with her, and her catchphrase:
  - In war, every name is like the click of a cocked hammer, you shouldn't cock it without a shot!
  A disturbing and nasty thought arose, didn"t she smooth it out! After all, this often happens, just fell in love with a person and he died!
  The Japanese apparently occupied poorly covered trenches in this place, continuing to bypass the positions of the Soviet troops around Khabarovsk. And her Vedmakova is being taken prisoner, and although they are not already being taken, they were loaded into a stained armored car to take you to the rear. The machine is antediluvian, probably from the First World War, so imperceptibly he minced behind the infantry. The speed is about 12 kilometers per hour. Brr! The very first tank in the world Prokhorov's all-terrain vehicle weighed no less, but had a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on the highway and 25 on the road. What, on the one hand, the USSR attacks all of Europe, on the other, a significant part of Asia. The girl turned on her side, apparently there was a threat to lay her back. How dark it is in this part of the armored car, apparently, it houses the paratrooper department, or the transportation of soldiers. It would be nice, of course, to escape, first getting rid of the rods and strong ropes. And how to do it? The girl, of course, has skills, although she will have to tinker, at the same time pull off the handcuffs, and cut the chain to which she was tied by the leg. But here ropes can also fit quite well. The work is tedious, but if they take her to the territory of Manchuria, she will have time. The girl removed the ropes from her wet skin, sawed the chain and thought at the same time. Hmm, against Soviet Russia, there was a serious coalition: And the most serious monster is Germany. A country with advanced technology and strong troops. For example, she heard about the new ME-309 fighter. Looks like they are already flying. She does not have exact data on weapons, but according to rumors, this aircraft has as many as seven! Fire points. This is a very serious armament, considering that the Yak=9 has only two of them, and there is no machine on Soviet fighters that had more than three points. Try to defeat these monsters! Well, the Fokken-Wulf is a very serious machine, superior to Soviet aircraft in armament, and even capable of carrying almost two tons of bombs. Already at the end of 1942, he was armed with two 20 mm cannons and 4 13 mm machine guns. But it seems that a new type of fighter-attack aircraft and bomber has already appeared with two 30 mm and four 20 mm guns. It was already a monster, a monster to all monsters! And according to rumors, a fighter aircraft with eight 30-mm guns has already been put into production! Try to overcome such a ghoul! How do Soviet designers want to answer this? Vedmakova heard that work was underway on the Yak-3. She was told about this curator from the department of Beria. It seems that the main highlight of the aircraft will be the lower weight of the structure, without additional engines and weapons. Maneuverability is certainly good, but I would like an increase in armament! After all, in boxing, of course, a light athlete in feather weight is more maneuverable than a heavyweight, but he will almost certainly lose to him anyway. It is not for nothing that there are weight categories, and among professional boxers, striking power is most valued. It is necessary to strengthen the armament of Soviet aircraft, and only then will the Wehrmacht be beaten ... on an equal footing? From the second half of 1942, the air superiority of the Luftwaffe began to evaporate, even by March 1943 the USSR had an advantage, but ... The Allied betrayal changed the balance of power. Wow, Hitler was killed on March 13, and now it's only the end of April, but how seriously the balance of power has changed. So quickly, from a strategically winning position to a strategically near-losing one. Almost because there is still hope that Germany will be able to defeat before she achieves a strategic and technological advantage over the USSR. In particular, the Allies can supply aircraft to the Nazis in large quantities, but the German pilots will need time to learn how to fly them. Still, there is a difference in technology, instrument panels. Tanks also require trained crews, in addition, the Chevron's driving performance in the Russian winter is not particularly good. The M-18 automatic rifle ... Not a bad thing, but in terms of rate of fire it is inferior to the best Soviet models, however, surpassing in accuracy! In short, problem upon problem! There is also the really famous "Churchills" with powerful armor, and good driving performance ... Of course, it seems that they will also have to fight. And the longer the war lasts, the more equipment the Nazis will receive. So the conclusion is simple, it is necessary to inflict a crushing defeat on Germany in the summer. As for Japan, it is best to limit yourself to active defense and launch counterattacks using qualitative superiority in tanks. But again, saving power to the maximum. Not getting involved in protracted battles, and building defenses on pre-prepared lines. There is still a chance to use the Red Army of China, but the Chiang Kashi regime fell upon it with all its might. So for now, you can rely on your own strength. When to come? Best of all at the end of May, when the roads finally dry up, and replenishment arrives in the troops. Vedmakova herself would have delivered her first blow in the Oryol direction, and then in the Kharkov region, in order to dislodge the Germans from the industrial Donbass, and then with a forced march, through Ukraine, crossing the Dnieper on the move, and further to Romania. However, it is possible to turn to the north to liberate Belarus, and go to the rear of the central group. The idea as a whole is good, though there are drawbacks, the offensive in the Oryol direction is the most obvious and the Nazis will be waiting for it there. The fortifications will have to be broken into.
  . CHAPTER #3
  Here, of course, guns and Katyushas will come in handy. The latter system produces a strong, especially moral, effect. In any case, you need a lot of guns and "Katyushas" to throw shells at the enemy defenses. In general, the experience of the First World War showed that it was easier to defend than to attack, and if Kaiser Germany did not exhaust its forces with the spring offensive of 1918, the war could last for several more years. But the Second World War proved the advantage of offensive tactics over defensive ones. For example, the rapid defeat of Poland, and especially the striking mighty Western coalition of allies. The Nazis defeated the superior forces in a month and a half, simply bypassing the impregnable Maginot Line. Fighting in Africa, where at first the superior forces of Italy were beaten by a decisive blow from the British. And then Rommel defeated the much stronger British troops in a swift offensive. But of course, the most striking example of the USSR, in 1941, was the great catastrophe of the mighty army. And retaliatory offensive operations, knocking out German units. So the main thing is to hit ourselves without waiting for the pressure of new German tanks. A protracted war of attrition becomes almost futile, unless, of course, Soviet scientists create a miracle weapon! The latter is in principle possible, for example, she heard that it is theoretically possible to create a bomb capable of destroying a city. Moreover, such a bomb will weigh three to four tons. It looks like a fairy tale, but ... We were born to make a fairy tale come true.
  An even more attractive path is the laser weapon described in Engineer Garin's Hyperboloid. Such a thing is quite capable of destroying an entire army of tanks, planes, ships. Of course, if you create such a weapon, and not only the Third Reich, but also the traitors to the Pindos, the entire capitalist world will end. And the bright banner of communism will shine over the planet. But for some reason, such a weapon has not been created. Mirrors are not the best way to collect combustion energy into a single stream. Yes, and energy, in order to cut the ships you need a lot more. Although ... if it is concentrated to the fineness of a micron, then it is quite possible to cut both aircraft and battleships. A miracle weapon that will help save the USSR. And here is the laser effect, in a different form. Finally, the chain has given way and it is almost free, and the pieces of rope are lying around.
  Vedmakova said:
  - Patience and work, if with you, you are not a corpse!
  The girl got up, tapped her bare foot on the floor. No reaction. She knocked harder. In response, there was a swearing in Japanese and no reaction. Then Vedmakova sang in annoyance. And she sang at the top of her voice, like a prima donna at an anniversary party:
  The hordes of the Wehrmacht wildly rage,
  The roar of cannons and the sound of swords!
  Smoke rises up to a month
  Rays of distortion from heaven!
  
  In the ages of eternity, the fatherland will be famous,
  I will give my flesh for Russia!
  I love you Rus'-beauty,
  The Lord of all kings is with us!
  
  Oh, you curly groves of the country,
  The ringing of golden aspens rustles!
  Orthodox falcon brothers,
  God inspired the army to feats!
  
  On days cold or warm
  Maybe with a cloud it will bring haze!
  We are fascist pigs like brooms,
  To shake the filth off your face!
  
  Our party is right
  Fight for the Soviet people!
  We sing a brave song
  Thought like an eagle rushed up!
  
  Stalin is wise - the ideal of the ruler,
  We are led into a formidable mortal battle!
  The banner of the Motherland is the pestle of the winner,
  Ready to argue with Pallas-fate!
  
  The deeds of Lenin will be eternal,
  We will build holy communism!
  Believe the teaching of man,
  Fascism will crush into the abyss of darkness!
  
  The whole planet is like a free bird,
  Let's fly to the distant stars, to the worlds!
  Something bright and noble
  We will create as sculptors!
  
  And Russia under the red banner,
  Like heavenly Eden will bloom!
  The case of Lenin, the will of Stalin,
  Lead us forward to excellence!
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, as well as four legendary girls, got out of Tula and reached Moscow.
  Now the situation of the capital was the hardest. The Germans were already ending her encirclement, and there was a corridor, thirty or forty kilometers long, which became narrower and narrower every day.
  Six warriors took up defensive positions on the outskirts of Moscow. There was a fierce assault.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired and hummed to himself:
  - The future is ours!
  And the boy throws a grenade with his bare foot and continues:
  - And we will be great!
  Margarita Korshunova shoots and squeals:
  - And I will become the coolest of all!
  And with his bare foot he will throw a lethal grenade.
  And throws opponents in different directions.
  And then, already in battle, Natasha, who will mow down the Germans with a machine gun, and throw a gift of death with her bare foot.
  This is such a woman...
  In the forty-first year, Natasha flowed away from the Brest Fortress. Went east. New shoes quickly rubbed her feet, and the girl took them off and walked barefoot.
  There was nothing for a couple of hours, and then the bare soles began to itch. After a couple of hours, they were on fire and were already exploding with pain.
  Natasha, being a Muscovite, was not used to walking barefoot. And of course every now and then dipped into the stream.
  Yes, it turned out to be torture for her legs. But the young girl quickly got used to it.
  Then she constantly walked barefoot, even in the snow, and put on her shoes only in severe frost.
  Now Natasha fights like a legendary goddess.
  And here Zoya throws a grenade with her bare foot, and roars:
  - This is generally a super date!
  And will give a well-aimed turn.
  And the Germans and their mercenaries are falling.
  And then Angelica leads the fire ... And she also shoots so wildly accurately.
  And a grenade also rushes from her bare leg.
  And scatters mercenaries.
  Further, Svetlana is firing. And her bare foot throws out such that no one is able to resist.
  And scatters opponents very far.
  And it shoots itself, and crushes enemies with an explosive wave.
  These are the girls who were born in the USSR!
  Oleg Rybachenko conducts marks fire at enemy infantry, throws grenades automatically with children's feet. And at the same time the boy writes for himself.
  Vitali Klitschko, faced with a conflict with the new President of Ukraine Zelensky, decided to step down as mayor of Kyiv. In fact, why be stubborn and cling to the position. It's better to solve the problem yourself.
  And after leaving the post of mayor, Vitali Klitschko resumed his career. And immediately a sensation calls out to Weider. Without any intermediate fights! And this after more than eight years of hiatus.
  Weider, of course, agrees. Challenge accepted!
  And the moment of truth comes. On the one hand, the multiple world champion has never been beaten for more than twelve years. And on the other hand, the forty-nine-year-old former mayor of Kyiv. A man who can break Hopins' record, but whose fitness is highly questionable.
  In fact, many thought that after such a long break, going straight to Weider was suicide.
  But Vitali Klitschko is like Rocky Balboa. Decided to go up against the strongest heavyweight puncher. Denotay Wider is a boxer who has lost all his opponents. Absolutely everyone - including Tyson Fury!
  So what if Vitali Klitschko has a chance?
  But Vitali Klitschko constantly trained, kept in shape, went to work on a bicycle. And of course he was not so bad physically. And besides, he had a steel chin.
  Well, what will Vitali Klitschko accept the fight, even if he is not the favorite.
  Oleg Rybachenko changed the clip of the machine gun. Alleged fights with boxers are exciting.
  Indeed, why doesn't Vitali Klitschko return to the ring and try to beat Hopins' record?
  This would be a very strong idea.
  The terminator boy gave a turn, and mowed down a few dozen more fascists.
  Then the boy laughed and showed his tongue, saying:
  - I have a man that's super!
  Margarita threw two lemons tied together with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - You are cooler than any person!
  Oleg, continuing to shoot, reasoned ...
  Vitali Klitschko at forty-nine was really going to break Hopins' record. He even recalled at a press conference: "I said that I was not going to beat Foreman's record, but I did not say anything about Hopins! So I"ll take it and beat his record!"
  However, if a significant part of the public more or less believed that Hopins at the age of forty-eight could win the title of world champion, but there was much less faith in Vitali Klitschko at forty-nine. Including due to the fact that his opponent is already very strong.
  There has never been such a puncher in the history of heavyweight. True, Wyder is no longer young, but all thirty-five years is not forty-nine.
  Vitali Klitschko, however, clearly does not lose optimism. Train hard, get in shape. And I am very glad that I have thrown off the routine of the chair of the mayor of Kyiv.
  In fact, it is not a great happiness to be the mayor in Ukraine, where there are so many problems.
  But for the fight with Uyader, Vitali Klitschko was offered very good money. So, in any case, I did not lose with my wallet. The name Vitali Klitschko is famous.
  Evil tongues even said that Wyder would hit once, and Vitali Klitschko himself would lie down. And then he will receive money, and will write memoirs, or science fiction.
  Or maybe in a movie.
  By the way, Wladimir Klitschko also wanted to box. Only cunning Vladimir chose a weaker opponent from among the regular world champion. But anyway, whatever one may say, he is a champion and it's cool!
  But Denotay Wyder, whatever one may say, is still the best of the best!
  But Vitaly trains with a frenzy. He is like a young man giving himself the maximum load. And he had several sparring sessions, showing excellent shape and good endurance. No, Vitaly is ready. And not just like that, he enters the ring.
  And indeed, when the day of judgment came, and the greatest puncher Wyder, the best heavyweight in this respect, and Vitaly came together. The former mayor of Kyiv, whom everyone has already written off from his boxing career. But now two legendary personalities came together.
  Vitaly, who became world champion for the very first time back in 1999. Just think how long ago it was and more than twenty years have passed since this event.
  And Wyder has already held his title for a very long time. And also close to breaking, Holmes's record for holding the title the longest since the split.
  And of course, if Weider is afraid of anyone, it is not Vitaly's grandfather. In fact, not everyone can be a Hawkins. And Hawkins' rivals are not as powerful as Weider!
  But Vitaly, as a contender, enters the ring. His body is still magnificent and muscular, although his hair is already grayish. Grandfather Vitaly, as he is called with respect, or with derision. But the relief of the muscles is like that of a young one.
  Vitaly said that he was ready. And not even him, the rates have risen a little.
  Weider is also lean, chiseled, and thinner in bones, weighing less.
  Despite being a formidable puncher, he has some defensive issues and is not always good on his feet. But there is already a lot of fighting experience. By the number of fights, he has already caught up with Vitaly. And so far he has not been defeated.
  However, Vitali Klitschko lost his two fights only due to injuries and cuts. And you can also say it was not beaten.
  But more than eight years of hiatus, and almost fifty years of age. If Vitaly was young, of course, he would have had a chance. But can he beat Hopins' record? David Hay, already at thirty-five years old, became a zero boxer.
  But there is a lot of talk and only the ring will show. Will Vitali Klitschko beat Hopins' record, or will he be carried away on a stretcher, as Wyder promised.
  Here he comes out in a raven mask. Tall, very dry, even skinny like Koschey.
  A pair of boxers created serious problems for him in the ring. This is the Cuban Ostrix who led on points and beat the knockout, and Tyson Fury, who also led on points and managed to bring the fight to a draw. So the greatest puncher in the world could go bust.
  But the odds are almost one in ten in Wyder's favor. Nevertheless, Vitaly's age and a big break in his career are too great. Even his brother Vladimir advised to warm up with a couple of strong middle peasants. Indeed, in Germany, Vitali Klitschko could get more money in a duel with a mediocre boxer, purely due to his big name.
  After all, Vitaly is known all over the world not only as a boxer, but also as a politician, and the mayor of the capital, and the hero of the Maidan.
  No, in any case, Vitali Klitschko should have thought about whether it was worth the haste and shove against such a mountain.
  But the choice has been made: Vitali Klitschko is not looking for easy ways!
  The fight is in America. The anthems of the USA and Ukraine are played. Service lists are announced. And finally, the signal for battle sounds.
  Many want to see spectacle and blood.
  Weider started cautiously, although he may not be right. And suddenly Vitaly is rusty. Klitschko Sr. is also in no hurry. But you can immediately see that he is light on his feet, lean, muscular, and well balanced. In any case, what many expected: they say it will immediately float, did not happen.
  Confidently, Klitschko worked with a jab, kept a little higher than usual, put blocks.
  The first two rounds went smoothly. And then Wyder, as expected, picked up the pace a lot. He became more active in attacking and attacking. But Vitaly did not lose his head. Blocked the blow, met with a left jab. And suddenly, during a sharp octopus, he slammed his right hand on the body. Weider doubled over in pain.
  Vitaly held a deuce, and for the second time in his career, the world champion and the best puncher of all time was on the floor.
  Vitaly smiled... And the audience roared with delight. This was not expected from the old man Vitaly. Wow! And after all seems soon fifty years! And so still move and beat! It must be known!
  Weider got up, but began to back away. Vitaly slowly began to sting him with his jab. And again two. And hit again. The puncher backs away.
  With difficulty, but Wyder made it to the end of the round. Then, in the next one, Vitaly worked as the first number. But nothing, everything went according to plan. For several rounds, Wyder backed away and looked helpless. But in the ninth round it exploded again. And began to throw punches went forward. And again missed the deuce and fell. Second knockdown.
  Vitaly smiles. Goes forward. Weider is unsteady on his feet. He skips the deuce again, not finding an antidote. And from the next blow falls.
  He gets up with difficulty, and the referee stops the fight!
  Victory! Vitali Klitschko, now world champion! And again his belt! True, it is not absolute yet, but already on horseback!
  Broke Hopins' record, and of course for Foreman's heavyweights, became world champion for the fourth time, equaling Holyfield.
  Wyder, of course, yells that the fight was stopped too soon and demands a rematch.
  Vitaly says that the decision whether to continue his career or have a few more fights will be made later. But everyone tells him that he is very good, even better than in his youth, and that he must continue.
  Especially since there is nothing to do. In Kyiv, another mayor, before the elections to the Rada and the President is still far away, there, why not fight?
  For the next three fights, Vitaly is offered as much as one hundred million dollars, plus another percentage of the broadcasts.
  Of course, the jackpot is big, and the former mayor of Kyiv says what he thinks.
  In fact, he showed that he was still capable of a lot. So why bury talent in the ground? And most importantly, there is nothing more to do anyway!
  Maybe try to combine all the belts? It would be so great!
  Vitaly accepts the offer and signs a contract for three more fights.
  And his next opponent... Well, of course Tyson Fury! Never beaten yet, big heavyweight. True, he was knocked down by Uydar and someone smaller. And most importantly, the offender of his younger brother. Well, how can you not fight with this?
  Of course, a new fight, and a fabulous fee, and a great spectacle.
  Oleg Rybachenko again shoots at the Germans and foreign fighters. In general, there are almost no Germans in the infantry. They are moving behind the E-50 and E-75 tanks. And they try not to take risks.
  Here, somewhere further away, the Panther-2 is visible. This tank, unlike the real story, appeared in the forty-third year. And the Panther itself was not too massive. Yes, and "Panther" -2, although a lot was produced, but in 1945, preparing for the war with the USSR, the Germans filled the factories with E-50 and E-75 tanks.
  Despite all the practicality of light self-propelled guns: E-10 and E-25, the Fuhrer preferred heavier tanks. With difficulty, Guderian persuaded to make the most massive high-speed E-50. The Fuhrer, on the other hand, loved the E-75 more, which turned out to be not very successful and weighed ninety tons.
  But now a modification of the E-75 M has appeared, with a lower silhouette, lighter and with a powerful engine. Perhaps it will become the most popular in the future.
  Oleg Rybachenko, for example, uses cunning tactics. Beret and with his bare foot throws a grenade at the E-50 caterpillar. Because of this, the tank turns and collides with its colleague.
  And the result - two mastodons are on fire.
  Oleg, as we can see, is very cunning.
  This is how he is now acting, and the Germans are suffering heavy losses. The boy's legs are nimble. It's good to be like him, barefoot and handsome.
  But in general, thoughts about boxers come into my head. For example, why shouldn't Denis Lebedev resume his career? Forty years is not that long. Moreover, the main competitors from heavy weight have left, and you can try to combine the belts.
  That's what you really shouldn't do, so it's to be a six with the authorities. It is better to engage in noble boxing yourself or go into opposition.
  That's the type of how Sergei Kovalev became the mayor of Moscow. Although this is just a fantasy.
  And Denis Lebedev could do something more constructive. Moreover, it is somehow too early to leave boxing still unbeaten. A real athlete must go all the way.
  Wladimir Klitschko could also return. But some, like Alexander Ustinov, have already been beaten three times in a row, do not retire!
  Indeed, heroes are not people, but straight out of steel!
  But let's imagine such an option, Putin crashed in a plane, and in Russia there are new presidential elections.
  And what do we see today? The communists have no strong candidates. Grudin was disgraced and trust in him was undermined. Zyuganov is too old and tired of everyone, and there is little charisma. Suraikin failed in the previous elections. Other little-known personalities. Zhirinovsky is also too old and tired of everyone. Others in the Liberal Democratic Party are little known. Who else can be recommended from the opposition? Andrei Navalny is strong, but he will not be allowed to run in the elections. Ksenia Sobchak is not a serious candidate. Demushkin was in prison and not too popular. He was in prison and Udaltsov, although maybe he could, was supported by the Communists and speak out.
  In short, there are no serious competitors in the opposition. So Medvedev, acting president is still the main favorite. And if there will be an intrigue: the second round or immediately in the first.
  Given the low rating of Medvedev, and most likely a large number of presidential candidates, the second round is quite possible.
  However, Medvedev will have a very large advantage in the first round, and not a very handsome opponent in the second.
  Although his Zelensky may appear at the very last moment and confuse all the cards!
  Oleg Rybachenko again threw a grenade, pushing the tanks of the Nazis. A lot of roar and shelling.
  And the earth now and then takes off, and burns right in the air. And overturn, melting, fragments.
  Oleg says:
  - Glory to our empire!
  Margarita, throwing a killer present with her bare foot, squeaked:
  -Great glory to the heroes!
  And again the girl with her bare heel will toss a lemon.
  Fascists are pouring in, oh, and pouring in.
  There is no way, even with a vacuum bomb you can"t stop and win! Such cool warriors here, just horror!
  Oleg roars:
  - Our victory in the holy war!
  Margaret confirmed:
  - With a guarantee of one hundred percent!
  And again the girl threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  No, these kids are clearly not going to give up just like that.
  Oleg Rybachenko roared:
  - For the new Soviet order!
  Margarita actively fired a burst and confirmed:
  - Banzai!
  Oleg, meanwhile, tried to compose further. Well, here is Vitaly conducting a voluntary defense against Tyson Fury. Meanwhile, Wladimir has an equally interesting fight with Ruiz.
  In fact, Ruiz was world champion in three versions. There, why can't Vladimir fight him for a lot of money? All the more convenient opponent - much shorter, and fat. Vladimir can shoot him with long jabs.
  It"s a pity that Klitschko Jr. missed a fight with him while he was world champion. And you should have moved.
  And how did you not think of this, Vladimir?
  And the world champion in three versions is now Usyk. Quickly got, however, to the throne.
  And a unification fight with Vitaly is possible. But these are just speculations so far.
  Vitali needs to beat Tyson Fury, and the rematch with Weider is of interest. And there are many other interesting fighters. The same Anthony Joshua. It would also be extremely interesting to fight with him. And avenge my brother too.
  Vitaly created a sensation by defeating Weider. And that same can be develop success.
  Why not become the first boxer in the world to win a championship fight after fifty years? This has never been done before!
  Hey Vitaly! It doesn"t matter what kind of mayor of Kyiv you were, but now you have already been recognized without any doubt as a great world champion!
  But here is the first, voluntary defense of the title. Against Vitaly, a larger and longer-armed opponent. Not such a formidable puncher as Wyder, but technical, and dexterous, with long arms. And also not yet broken, although it was dropped.
  Most importantly, he defeated the still quite young Wladimir Klitschko, which undoubtedly makes Tyson Fury a formidable competitor.
  The odds went about fifty-fifty. Of course, the knockout victory over Wyder was impressive. But now it will not be a grunt against him, but a skilled fighter, whom no one has yet been able to outbox. And most importantly, the winner of Vladimir himself in the dawn of his strength.
  Will Vitaly be able to cope with such a techie at the age of fifty. This is a duel of intellects. That Wyder clearly underestimated Vitali and tried to take it unceremoniously. And here it doesn't work like that anymore.
  Here are both boxers getting ready. Vitaly, as always, is serious and focused. He is confident and calm.
  Tyson Fury is getting ready too. He is taller than Vitaly, has longer arms and will try to use it.
  But now the fight will take place in Britain, and paid broadcast.
  Tyson Fury is now out first. He demonstrates outward confidence. Bald, awkward, and not very athletic. If Vitali Klitschko's hair is tinted, then you won't understand which of them is older, although the difference is seventeen years in age. This is not yet a record for championship fights, but it is already approaching the record.
  Well, maybe Vitali will also fight someone younger than Tyson Fury.
  Here Vitaly comes out to formidable music. They look at each other.
  Tyson slouches and doesn't look taller. In the shoulders of Vitaly, perhaps, and wider. And most importantly, his figure is much more beautiful, and his muscles are embossed.
  Well, what do the hymns sound like? First British and then Ukrainian.
  Then an exchange of glances.
  And now the horn sounds, the first round.
  Vitaly throws a light jab, moves well. Tyson tries to leave. But Vitali is very agile, and his punches move in a clumsy trajectory, reaching the head of Tyson Fury.
  Everything is going as predicted by the experts. Vitaly has excellent speed.
  And everything succeeds.
  He wins the first round... Then a minute of rest and the second round. Again, Fury doesn't change tactics. He apparently hopes that Vitaly will get tired.
  . CHAPTER #4
  And again, Klitschko Sr. has a slight advantage. The brothers dominate the ring.
  Wladimir won Ruiz Jr. a week ago by technical knockout.
  Well, the fight continues.
  The third round is again under the dictation of Vitaly. But in the fourth round, Tyson Fury suddenly explodes. Rushing forward ... And hits a deuce. And falls into a knockdown.
  What did he want? Vitali is on the alert.
  Somehow Tyson defended this round to the end. Then the one-sided battle with Vitaly's dominance started again. Moreover, the world champion Klitschko Sr. was clearly not in a hurry.
  And now, after eight rounds, Tyson Fury suddenly withdraws. And the victory is declared by technical knockout, due to the refusal to continue the fight.
  Thus, Vitali Klitschko sets a new record: the first fighter in the history of boxing to defend the world title at the age of fifty. And beats another achievement of Hopins.
  What now he really really Vitaly has become a superman. And he avenged his brother.
  But the next fight is a rematch with Wyder. They promise very high fees. That you can have a duel with him, and then go out to Joshua.
  And then you can already think about a unification fight with Usyk. In general, Vitali Klitschko, in principle, would like to become the absolute world champion. And this desire is very strong.
  Oleg Rybachenko grins at his thoughts. Yes, this is possible. The boy mows down a whole line of fascists and says:
  - People remember you Klitschko! People appreciate you Klitschko! People want you Klitschko! Come back soon Klitschko!
  The genius boy laughed at his perky song and again how to launch the most lethal of all grenades. And three tanks of the Nazis collide.
  Despite the heroic resistance of the Soviet troops, the Nazis were still able to take and cut the corridor connecting Moscow with other parts of the USSR.
  Thus, the capital of Russia is in complete blockade. In the same way as Leningrad is blocked.
  Stalingrad is still resisting. The Germans are also storming the cities of Grozny and Ordzhonikidze in the Caucasus. The situation is critical. Especially when Moscow became completely surrounded.
  It has many troops, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the militia. But in battles, shells and cartridges are consumed very quickly. Might run out of ammo. And then the capital will fall. And there are not so many food supplies. This too will be over soon.
  And without Moscow, it will be another war. And Stalin understands this.
  Now he is in Kuibyshev. But after the Nazis broke through to the Volga, then it was not far from the front line.
  And plus the samurai are also pressed. And they bomb, and they climb with innumerable infantry. Maybe not enough strength.
  Stalin understands this, and is trying to negotiate a separate peace with Japan behind the scenes. Like, they are even ready to give up the Far East and pay indemnity in gold.
  But Hirohito said: we need all of Siberia, all the way to the Urals. Alas, it is impossible to yield so much.
  Vladivostok is already almost surrounded. And in general, everything is very dumb ...
  But some heroine girls fight and do not give in to the fascists and Japanese militarists.
  The armored, prison car in which the singing Vedmakova was traveling stopped, the creak of the opening door was heard. Two Japanese, one big and fat, the other small and thin, leaned out of the light that blinded Anastasia for a moment. Then the girl, without hesitation, thrust one with a swing of her shin at the temple, the other with her fist wrapped in a chain in the jaw. The vaunted warriors of the Land of the Rising Sun ridiculously fell into a knockout.
  Vedmakova even sang:
  - I call the man the twelfth round! After all, I am a super woman and full of Atass, and I send the enemy into a deep knockout, demonstrating unrestrained class in battle!
  The girl picked up a Japanese machine gun copied from the Schmeister and, clicking the shutter, rushed to the cockpit. Three more Japanese jumped out about there, Vedmakova sent a burst at them, aiming at their heads and grinning ferociously.
  - What did the club-headed fiends get!
  The armored personnel carrier was captured by a naked warrior lady. Witcher barked:
  Hovered over unfortunate Russia,
  Infernal monsters seething darkness!
  The occupier has his ax rainy,
  Sharpen and chop off your head!
  A communist in battle in hell is not a pawn,
  We do not always walk on the yoke!
  Turn the Third Reich into firebrands,
  Well, honesty will mark good!
  Despite the fact that she was disgusted, Vedmakova put on the Japanese military uniform taken from the dead. How unpleasant it was, these soldiers had not washed for a long time and it stank terribly. The girl-pilot howled:
  - It is necessary to oskotinitsya to such an extent! Asian though!
  The armored personnel carrier, however, easily wound up and set off in a northerly direction. The vehicle had two 12-millimeter machine guns, so that on occasion it was possible to beat off an infantry attack. Another thing is that 20-millimeter armor could not withstand the caliber of 37-millimeter Japanese "guns". Vedmakova thought: how did the coming of the communists to power change Russia. If in tsarist times, the Japanese army was significantly superior to the Russian in technical terms, now, on the contrary, it is lagging behind. Although it cannot be said that science is not encouraged in the country of the Rising Sun. Compulsory secondary education was introduced at the end of the nineteenth century. True, the quality of education in Japan was not high. They copied it from the Prussian school, which was pedantic to the extreme, and slightly simplified it, so that one teacher let through as many students as possible, since there were not enough educated people. In general, the Japanese imitated the Europeans, for example, the British in the appearance of khaki uniforms, the Germans in the formation and military regulations, the Americans in the uniform and type of the navy, and the system of financial institutions. True, they also had their own, for example, the Bushido code, the famous Shimosa explosives (although it was hardly better than the European one). Until the middle of the nineteenth century, Japan was a backward medieval country that did not even have railways, but was armed with cannons with cannonballs. It was even more archaic than Türkiye or Iran, and even more so Tsarist Russia. Oddly enough, but it was America that helped the country of the Rising Sun to reach the people and literally forcing them to join the civilized world. The modern steam cruiser with explosive shells made a strong impression on backward Japan. Especially when he sank several sailboats, showing the complete helplessness of cannons with cannonballs.
  Perhaps the Americans will regret more than once that they forced Japan to open up to the world. That they raised a competitor in Asia, but then it was hard to believe that in a few decades the Land of the Rising Sun would go the way that the West had taken centuries.
  Vedmakova rode along the highway, letting forward trucks with reinforcements, as well as vehicles, and reasoned. Even under Alexander II, or rather even under Nicholas I, the tsarist government hatched plans for China to join Russia. But Nikolai chose the Turkish direction as an object of expansion. In principle, it was more convenient. But Russia-hating Britain and France under its influence stood up for the Ottomans. For the first time in a quarter of a millennium (since the 1612 goal), Russia lost a large-scale war (individual battles, of course, do not count, you mean that for almost a quarter of a millennium Russia did not lose wars in general, by the way, it was under Nicholas the first that it reached its maximum, in terms of size). There were several reasons, most importantly the superiority of the Western powers in the technological equipment of the troops. After Nikolai the first committed suicide, the throne was taken by Alexander II: perhaps the most educated and erudite tsar in the entire history of Russia. He launched large-scale reforms, noted serfdom, under him began the rapid growth of industry, the construction of railways and power plants! But at the same time, the abolition of serfdom took place at the expense of the peasants, there were many ruins, riots broke out, especially mass ones in Poland. Alexander managed to move Russia forward, but did not solve the fundamental problems, and even sold Alaska to America for a penny, and gave away the Hawaiian Islands for free. True, he managed to defeat Turkey, but the Ottoman Empire was by this time very weak and it was shaken by uprisings. Yes, Russia's losses in this war were disproportionately large, proving that the Russian army is still far from perfect, despite the reform. However, even under Suvorov, everything was not so clear-cut as it is written about in books. Victories were given at a considerable cost, and Catherine the Second, for example, during the second Russian-Turkish war, limited herself to relatively modest territorial acquisitions, refusing even claims to Moldova. Although these lands were inhabited by Orthodox Slavs, and at one time were part of Kievan Rus. In general, after the liberation of Russia from the Mongol-Tatar yoke, a course was taken to return all the original Slavic lands. It took several centuries, for example, Galicia was returned only in 1939, after liberation from the Polish yoke. And the city of Przemysl with the adjacent lands remained with the Hungarians and Slovaks.
  Vedmakova looked at the highway: there were not so many different cars, here the Japanese infantrymen were marching. The population of Japan is about one hundred million, even more than in Germany, pre-conscription training takes up half of the classes at school. The war with the USSR is a godsend for them, unlike the fight with the USA. You can stamp, more and more new divisions.
  There is a great temptation to give a burst of two of your rapid-fire machine guns, since this can be done by controlling them with a hydraulic drive from the cab. But the truth is, then she herself will have little chance to get out of here. No, it's still better to do it closer to the front line or at night. Yes, it seems to be already evening... Then the wolves will be fed and the sheep are safe. But no, she's not a sheep.
  So what about Japan? The first war of 1904-1905 was lost, and Russia lost more than two hundred and fifty thousand soldiers and officers alone as prisoners. Although the tsarist army had a numerical superiority. Japan, on the other hand, lost less than two thousand prisoners; a bonus of one hundred gold rubles was even established for each captured yellow-faced soldier, and a thousand officers. This page of history is very unpleasant for Russia. What is most annoying inside the country, many wished victory for the Japanese. For example, students at Moscow University sent congratulations to the mikado on the fall of Port Arthur. And how much was plundered: you can"t list!
  Vedmakova slowed down the gas so as not to run into another marching column. The girl cursed:
  - Well, they are like locusts! Sneaky creatures!
  The ear already distinguished the roar of the cannonade, the front line was approaching. The pilot growled, and then sang:
  Russian warrior does not groan in pain,
  Russian warrior destroys the Japanese!
  And we have utter grief,
  The entire bent shield shuddered!
  The girl fell silent again. In that war, the US and Britain helped Japan with money and weapons, but there was no front in the west. Indeed, the country of the Rising Sun expected that Germany would seize the moment and attack Russia. In principle, it was real, and beneficial to Germany. Allied Austria-Hungary, which clashed with interests in the Balkans, could also oppose Russia. Turkey, historically offended by Russia, and even being under the financial control of Germany, could also enter the war. Italy's entry into the war, which was part of the Triple Alliance and could lay claim to the rich Ukrainian lands, is not ruled out. In any case, tsarist Russia would be bad. Even if she lost in alliance with the Entente, then a war on two fronts would have ended in disaster. The chances of France joining the battle are slim, since at that time Britain was against Russia. In general, of course, this is a big miscalculation of the Kaiser, who missed such a chance. It is possible that even after the outbreak of the First World War, the main strategic miscalculation was the Fritz offensive against Belgium and France. Perhaps if they had begun an invasion of Russia with all their might, the situation with Poland in 1939 would have repeated. Fortunately, the Germans turned out to be overconfident, choosing a war on two fronts.
  The Witcher, unlike many compatriots, was lucky: she managed to read Mine Kaif, and even in the original. Of course, Hitler was right when he said that one had to either be together with Britain against Russia, or together with Russia against Britain. And quite logically, the future Fuhrer criticized those who tried to pull out into the light, the corpse of Bismarck.
  Hitler indeed rejected any possibility of any alliance with Russia, especially when the Bolsheviks came to power in it and believed that the Russian lands should become German colonies.
  This means that he was unequivocally an enemy of Russia, and any treaty for the Fuhrer was a mere piece of paper. Moreover, Stalin is an idiot that he missed such a strong blow to the open chin, although he had to prepare to repel the blow and put the troops on alert. Or even better, put it in yourself! The German army was also not ready for the offensive impulse of the Soviet army. It would have been very difficult for them, we could simply surround and destroy German troops in boilers. And what is this war! And so the initiative passed to the Wehrmacht. And the front flowed from west to east. It is not clear what Stalin was counting on? And Beria is a son of a bitch. She knows his bald man well. Well, why didn't he warn Stalin. Why not persuaded to take action? How did it happen? After all, the People's Commissar is a cunning person and did not trust anyone! After all, there really were serious intelligence data, the troops of the Third Reich were being pulled up to the border, and every second grandmother prophesied war. In general, there was a feeling that something implacable, terrible was coming!
  And only Stalin and his entourage beat the buckets, as if on purpose wanting to lose and kill millions of people. And in general, the mustachioed Georgian is not such a genius ... He did not manage to finish the seminary, and, as Beria admitted to her, he often drinks. And as the war began, it buzzed in general ... And now the whole world is up in arms against Russia! And here, of course, the inflexible policy of Stalin is to blame. In particular, despite the fact that the front was suffocating from a lack of supplies, thousands of trains were recalled to deport Chechens to Kazakhstan. And this was done during the war, when every wagon counts! Because of this, by the way, Mainstein managed, despite the significant numerical superiority of the Soviet army, to carry out a counterattack to defeat the Red troops. Due to the lack of echelons, reinforcements were not deployed in time, the supply of Soviet troops was disrupted, and as a result, the offensive fizzled out. And if our troops were now in Kyiv, and maybe in Romania, Britain and the United States might not dare to betray the USSR!
  Besides, who almost killed Hitler? Thus pushing the Third Reich to a new aggression?! Most likely, it was an operation led by Beria... After all, at one time he figured out how to finish off Trotsky. Then, however, this was due to the need to avoid a split in the International. Now this has led to the opposite effect, the enemies of Russia have united. And historical enemies! Her Vedmakov, I must say, was very surprised that Churchill made a sensational speech on June 24 announcing support for the USSR. It is strange that a sheep came for an alliance with a wolf, if, of course, the British lion can be compared with a sheep. Stalin, however, is a typical wolf! Now everything is back to normal, capitalists-democrats and capitalists-fascists together! But the communists are united and honest, without compromise with conscience! Maybe this is what Stalin wanted? In any case, the forces of the enemies multiplied, and in the east, Japan showed its mouth. But, in general, the course of the leadership of the countries of the Rising Sun is logical: it is necessary to shut the throat of the military with dissatisfied huge territorial concessions and actual surrender, they promised new battles and lands. If the United States had not imposed sanctions on July 24, or rather a blockade against Japan, then perhaps the samurai would have hit the USSR, even in August without waiting for winter! The Japanese are a brave people and they would hardly be stopped by the memory of Khalkhin Gol, where, by the way, secondary troops fought, including the puppets of the Manchurian imperial government!
  And this could jeopardize the fall of Moscow ... Although, probably, Stalin would have preferred to give all of Siberia to the surrender of Moscow. I would simply leave cover there, hoping that the harsh taiga winter would not give the Japanese the opportunity to advance too far and connect with the Germans in the Urals or the Volga region.
  And then, of course, there would be problems ... Hitler failed near Moscow and made a miscalculation by declaring war on the United States, without obliging Japan to reciprocate against the USSR. Hitler was not distinguished by logic at all, by his bestial anti-Semitism, setting against himself the main financial elite and even the Vatican. True, this increased his popularity among the Arabs, but they did not provide significant assistance to Rommel's corps.
  The armored car drove up to the former Soviet border. There has already been some destruction. Here is the border post still sticking out.
  And Japanese infantry, as well as several light tankettes with 20mm automatic cannons and two machine guns each. Against the Chinese infantry, this may be a good weapon, but against the T-34 ... True, there are few such tanks in the Far East, the main forces are pinned down in the west. In addition, a couple more armored vehicles and mortars are visible, transported on open-top vehicles. I must say that good mortars, despite the small caliber ...
  Vedmakova hesitated: what to do? There are a lot of Japanese, and apparently you need to turn off onto a country road. Or maybe still give a queue for the narrow-eyed?
  It is already getting dark, the clouds have covered the sky, the rain is coming. Of course, you can take a chance, especially since this is how the Japanese crowded, the infantry stands, assembled in dense ranks. Yes, there is a whole regiment of them, yellow-faced soldiers, rather nasty, and it"s not a pity to kill them.
  Vedmakova crossed herself, muttering:
  - God forbid put more samurai!
  Two large-caliber - 12 millimeter machine guns lashed out at the narrow-eyed creatures. The massacre began. The girl even sang:
  We will fight the enemy to the end
  The exploits of the soldiers - do not count the number!
  Russians have always been able to fight,
  Don't give up when trouble comes!
  12 - millimeters is a large and sharp cartridge, it pierces through the body, and sometimes several Japanese at a time. Vedmakova controlled the weapon with the help of hydraulic actuators, which the Japanese borrowed from aviation. In the first seconds, the fighters of the Rising Sun Empire did not even understand what was happening and where the attack came from. They simply fell, releasing trickles of blood from their stomachs and chests. So unexpected was the coming of death in this seemingly serene world. Although no, the last statement is more like a mockery.
  Vedmakova managed to mow down several lines before the enemy reacted and began to scatter. The pilot continued firing while moving the armored car in such a way as not to fall under the fire of tankettes. Nevertheless, an aircraft cannon can pierce even such armor. However, this still depends on the initial velocity of the projectile, on tankettes it is still greater than on fighter guns.
  While the pilot was lucky, the Japanese did not immediately figure out who was sending them death, especially since the spring rain dripped, as a result of which the flashes became difficult to distinguish. Probably the samurai thought that they were being attacked by a Russian detachment that had broken through to the rear, so the tankettes opened fire on the bushes. Vedmakova, crushed the Japanese and sang:
  From the far reaches of the ocean
  Where the arch shuddered heaven!
  The Sultan's hordes are sweeping,
  As if the Antichrist has risen!
  
  War is merciless, evil,
  Like a kite descended on Rus'!
  My earth is gray in wounds,
  Save my mother, I pray to God!
  
  How cruel the world is, what a horror
  The child fell and was torn to pieces!
  They gave birth, pushing him with pain,
  So the evil Thunderer decided!
  
  Here God does not know the measure in anger,
  He brought down on the human race of misfortune!
  And every living suffers
  Only sorrow counts victory!
  
  Russia is covered with blood,
  How cruel are you God!
  Where did your mission go?
  Surely Christ is the third, superfluous!
  
  Why are you Hell and Eve
  Exiled for the offense of their paradise!
  The time has come for the cannibal,
  With a raid more abruptly Mamai!
  
  The girls shed tears,
  The Germans killed the parents!
  She is barefoot, and frosts,
  Harsh, all the rivers are frozen!
  
  Nobody pities us people
  Now midges, then snakes sting us!
  Sometimes the idea comes up
  What a cup of suffering to the brim!
  
  Hope in vain for God
  He certainly doesn't hurt!
  And it's better to live poorly and poorly,
  But we said - that's enough!
  
  We have the banners of communism,
  And that means without reference to the uncle!
  Tolerate no urine of fascism,
  Our ethics is simple: to hell with it!
  
  Hope for hands in corns,
  On the mind that is in the head!
  Will leads us to accomplishments,
  Skill, enthusiasm in the fist!
  
  And so, measuring steps,
  To freedom and happiness your way!
  We will become red gods
  No one can bend us!
  Vedmakova sang and scribbled from machine guns, shoot those who had already managed to scatter and lie down narrow-eyed. But then her luck changed, and several Japanese officers apparently figured out what was the matter and threw several grenades at the armored car. Vedmakova felt a shudder in her hull. However, the Japanese grenades were fragmentation grenades and did not penetrate the armor, apparently designed to hold machine-gun bursts of caliber up to 14 millimeters.
  Witcher chuckled.
  - And here is a stubborn battle stray fool-bullet! Corroded, suddenly wiser and hit the target more often!
  In an armored personnel carrier, machine guns are fed by belt. This gives a large supply of bullets, in addition, water cooling is supplied, which allows you to increase the duration of the shooting. Therefore, the warrior without ceremony cut off the Japanese throwing grenades at her. But the rest of the fighters seem to have noticed. Grenades flew again. A roar was heard. It seems that one of the grenades turned out to be heavy, about a kilogram in weight and anti-tank. The Japanese were already supplied with similar blanks. Weak against Chevrons and T-34s, but you can break through an armored car! Through the pierced side, dust was showered on Vedmakova. The girl cursed:
  - Yes, Japan is small, but it causes big trouble!
  The armored car stopped moving, and a pair of fragmentation grenades flew inward, where they exploded.
  Splinters caught Vedmakov, ripping open his uniform. To top it off, a broken gas tank caught fire. The girl cursed again.
  - Not a car - General! I would give you shit!
  I had to mow down a couple of dozen more to jump out of the cab. The girl did this unnoticed by the Japanese soldiers and crawled. For himself, he did not worry about her uniform of the army of the country of the Rising Sun. And in the dark and in the rain, the face is not too distinguishable. Now you need to get off the highway and dissolve into the bush.
  The girl crawled fast enough and at the same time ran into corpses a couple of times. Pretty murmured:
  - Not bad, I gave a light to the samurai! Now all you have to do is save yourself!
  The warrior dived into the bushes and, rising, began to walk. Jester with them, maybe they won't get. In fact, she fought decently and thought that her feat: most likely they would not believe it, otherwise, who knows, they would have given another star of the hero!
  In general, a strange thing is war, here you are killing people and this is not easy normal, but valor. As the Bible says, Thou shalt not kill! Nevertheless, God commanded not just to kill, but in general to exterminate the Amalekites and their wives, and children, and even livestock! Although even during the war, the extermination of the civilian population is considered immoral and vile deed.
  However, the Western allies bombed not only and not so much military facilities as the civilian population. This was partly due to the low accuracy of high-altitude bombers, which made it difficult to defeat purely military targets, but the main thing was revenge. Japan also got a light from the US. And they had nothing to answer! They just didn't have planes long enough to take out the Yankees!
  Apparently, the Americans considered revenge for Peru Harbor sufficient, or rather, the highest financial elite decided to act pragmatically, at the same time, and put an end to Mao's Red Army. Japan left Manchuria as a springboard for the war against the USSR, and was given a free hand against Mongolia, and the rest was the work of Chiang Kai-shek! Then it will be possible to rake up the whole of China under itself. And let the country of the Rising Sun bleed in the war with the USSR. The most interesting thing here, probably, is that the Japanese are counting, having defeated Russia, to again get even with America using the help of Germany and the United States, they are thinking of wresting Siberia and other lands from exhausted Japan.
  Each side thinks that it was done very cleverly, especially since America and Britain gained control of vast territories without firing a shot. Otherwise, they would have had to recapture them for a long and tedious time, which would take at least several years, because these are still islands!
  Vedmakova walked, hoping to cross the front line. It is quite possible to slip into the gap and cling to your own. And maybe even take one of the samurai prisoner. Well, it's near the most advanced positions of the Soviet army. Otherwise, it will be hard to carry.
  . CHAPTER #5
  So for the World Oligarchy: Germany and Europe under the USSR, this is considered a lost zone of influence, and even a threat to the strengthened communist empire and the further expansion of Bolshevism. And Russia under Germany is the expansion of its spheres of influence and the possibility of sucking all the juices from rich lands. But that's really what the French oligarchs lost when they lost to Germany: they had to share a little with Hitler, but they retained most of the wealth, and it even became easier to exploit the workers - the Germans crushed the trade unions. What have the oligarchs lost in the Baltics? Count all the capital, and who did not have time to escape, then freedom or life! An amazing example! So there is nothing surprising in this! And if Hitler had not been such an ardent anti-Semite, no one would have helped the USSR!
  It must be said that one of the reasons why France broke down relatively easily was the significantly lower percentage of Jews in both the general population and the financial elite. In Poland, Britain, the USA: it was quite the opposite. Especially in the USA, which, by the way, explains why the Yankees, despite the fact that not a single bomb fell on America, were even more cruel towards the population of Germany than the British!
  Vishu, became a puppet under the Wehrmacht, and the Germans rode through Paris, playing harmonicas. Hitler began to prepare an invasion of England, not bothering to transfer the economy to a military footing and use the resources of conquered Europe. It cost him dearly, as well as the lack of desire to negotiate with the Angles, with the rejection of anti-Semitism. The latter, perhaps, would allow the Fuhrer to unleash all his forces for the war against the USSR, and attack back in May. True, the peace with Britain could push Stalin to the announcement of mobilization. It would become a signal that, they say, the enemy is already at the threshold.
  Or not to become, and then perhaps it would affect the position of the United States in relation to Japan. They would not provoke the Land of the Rising Sun, and the mighty empire could open a second front! What happened now. Only in an even worse situation, when the army of the USSR is almost defeated, the production of weapons has not yet been established, and they have not yet learned to fight!
  Now is not the forty-first year - the Soviet troops have gained combat experience, learned to fight and win! So now they are not afraid of heavy tanks and aircraft with seven firing points, on one machine!
  A lone Japanese man stands near a tree. So an ordinary yellow dummy.
  Vedmakova jumped up behind him. She jerked her head up, and then twisted ... When you sharply pull the "bowler" of the enemy up, the neck muscles can no longer provide effective resistance and the "head" easily folds!
  Well, what is one less samurai! Vedmakova looks cheerful and contented, she even bares her teeth:
  Japan will never conquer us! Because there is a fighter like me!
  Indeed, in the entire history of Rus', only the Mongol-Tatars were able to conquer! Why this happened and why the great Slavic nation turned out to be helpless, this is of course a mystery not for one generation!
  The main reason is feudal fragmentation, when everyone took a piece of land for himself: he started chickens and sat in it, guarding his inheritance: out of work!
  Vedmakova felt that the tight and uncomfortable Japanese boots rubbed her legs. The pilot decided that in this case it makes no sense to endure the torment. She just threw off the blunt, constricting and pressing "pads" on her fingers. I felt the night coolness of my native land with my bare feet and felt much more cheerful! She added a step, and even began to bounce a little!
  The fact that the Russians were divided was the greatest tragedy of the Slavs. In the west they were subjugated by Lithuania and Poland, and in the east by the cruel Tatars. The yoke, however, did not last forever: Moscow, before that, a small town began to grow and even turned into a kind of small empire. Ivan Kalita became the collector of Russian lands. He was the first and not the most successful, but most importantly the first! And how does it sound in the Bolshevik song: it is better to be dead - than the second!
  Stalin is not Russian, this is his main drawback! Hence the distrust of the titular nation, and massive unjustified repressions! Here, give the horns to the pig, and the kingdom to the chock!
  Chuchmek on the throne and Rus' in the paddock!
  For example, both Tukhachevsky and Yegorov were quite capable marshals, which, by the way, can be said about the rest of the repressed commanders! Not to be compared with a mustachioed monkey! That's why we got stuck!
  However, how did it really happen that Stalin managed to become a sovereign ruler? An illiterate Georgian was made a God!
  The Russian people must be ruled by the Russian Tsar! The Romanovs, by the way, had almost no Russian blood, and perhaps that is why they degenerated!
  Japan also had a peculiar form of government, where the shogun was essentially higher than the emperor, and therefore there were some advantages, since it is less likely to ruin the empire because of a fool's heir. For centuries, the Japanese did not wage a war of conquest, but actively squabbled with each other. This had some influence on the mentality of this nation. But in the twentieth century, the Land of the Rising Sun conquered more land than Alexander the Great! Now it's Russia's turn. Only now is not tsarist times, the great communist party rules, and the most advanced and perfect economic and political system in the world!
  Vedmakova, however, suddenly shook her head. In the political system, and in the way of government, not everything is right either! For example, the people do not elect the head of state as a result of an alternative expression of will, but it happens ... I must say that neither the law nor the constitution provided for the creation of a headquarters and its empowerment with emergency powers. And about the abilities of the half-educated seminarian, she personally had big doubts! As well as Beria: a cunning, but poorly educated person with an extremely narrow outlook and erudition!
  But now the front line is even closer ahead, flashes are visible, and the roar has become even stronger. It's time to find the language and .... Vedmakova noticed a detachment of crawling Japanese. Now you need to carefully, sit on their tail. Approximately in the same style as she attacked the Yu-188, a very fast bomber, which is not even easy to catch up on the swift MiG. Logs, by the way, in general, are not particularly maneuverable and in this respect are no better than the Focken-Wulfs! Well, here are the samurai approaching the trench, they look like battering rams crawling up to an oil puddle. There are a lot of Japanese, here you need to act carefully ... Here is the captain of the army of the country of the Rising Sun, the muzzle is like that of a marmot. Something screams, vigorously brandishing his fists and dagger.
  Vedmakova, patiently waiting for the samurai to attack, hit him on the back of the head with a rifle butt. However, he calculated the blow in such a way that the "jap" did not immediately ditch. And then she fired a burst from a submachine gun at the Japanese who were running to attack! yelled:
  - Cunning in war is like a sail on a ship, but it only inflates, not her!
  Boy Oleg and girl Margarita fight in Stalingrad. They will stand in this city like titans.
  Oleg Rybachenko look twelve years old. And the boy throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  He tosses the fascists and says:
  - Glory to the great Motherland!
  Margarita also gives a well-aimed turn. Mows down the Nazis and sings:
  - Glory to Stalin and the sun of communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko fires and adds:
  - Glory to heroes!
  The girl shoots, mows down the Nazis. He throws a grenade with his bare foot and squeaks:
  - And glory to the Motherland for centuries!
  Thus, the boy and the girl really broke up in earnest. They shoot at the Nazis and throw grenades.
  The boy's bare foot throws a killer present. The boy with wild fury says:
  - We torment everyone!
  Margarita, shooting, and mowing down the enemy, squeaks:
  - And there will be hay of the devil!
  And the girl throws a gift of death with her bare foot. Such is the warrior, capable of actually mow down entire troops.
  A boy and a girl fight in Stalingrad. They are true heroes. And knights full of bold spirit.
  What did Hitler think that the Russians had learned nothing after the 1941 disaster?
  And fuck you! The Red Army is ready to confront the monsters from the "E" series, let them carry on: E-75 tons for ninety, and E-100 tons for one hundred and forty. From the taiga to the British Seas, the Red Army is the strongest of all.
  The boy and girl are fighting, so that the Nazis get from them like glass from a sledgehammer.
  Children are immortal and fear nothing. What are these fascists for them? The next rabbits on the seed!
  Oleg Rybachenko sang with a roar:
  - Eh, Hitler, eh Hitler, you goat Hitler,
  Why did you climb into Russia ass...
  You will receive from us specifically in a penny -
  You will run into a strong boy's fist!
  And then a muscular kid throws a grenade with his bare foot. And two German tanks E-50 and E-75 collide head-on and explode.
  Oleg Rybachenko says with delight:
  - I'm a young super class fighter!
  And again the boy gives the turn.
  And then the girl shoots. She hits accurately and hits hard. And while he sings:
  - I will crush all the fascists, and I will lose fat to Adolf!
  And again the girl is in full excitement of extermination. Everyone shoots and shoots.
  And a grenade flies from a bare foot again. She defeats the fascists. Throws like skittles from hitting the ball.
  Margaret sings:
  - A strong blow is exceptionally well-aimed,
  The coolest Povetkin flies into the ring!
  Oleg Rybachenko, firing, readily confirmed:
  - A worthy Povetkin copy, and does not run from strong opponents!
  After that, the boy again throws a grenade with his bare foot, and smashes the Nazis like cobblestone bottles.
  And how cleverly tack, the Nazis collide. What did they want? It was not necessary to climb on the USSR.
  Only Oleg Rybachenko is annoyed. The United States has already unleashed the Germans, and Russia should take the rap for them.
  The boy, again throwing a grenade with his bare foot, sang:
  - Don't play the fool America,
  Give us Alaska now...
  This is our land on two shores -
  It is not in vain that the bear is a fierce beast!
  And Oleg Rybachenko again gave the turn ... He mowed down the Nazis. And again, the boy's bare toes squeeze the grenade and hurl it at the enemy. They scatter it in different directions.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to Russia!
  Margarita again threw a grenade with her bare foot, and squeaked:
  - For Tsar Nicholas II!
  The boy corrected the girl:
  - Stalin rules here, not Nicholas II!
  Margarita readily agreed:
  Yes, Stalin! Who made peace with the cannibal!
  And the girl again threw a killer gift with her bare foot.
  Oleg Rybachenko logically remarked:
  - The USSR needs a breather! Although the Third Reich took advantage of it better!
  And the children began to shoot again ...
  The Germans near Stalingrad and in Stalingrad itself got a terrible hell.
  But really, what you come with is what you leave with.
  Or rather, they die. The fight is so bloody and holy right.
  Oleg Rybachenko really thinks during the battle that people are too naive at times. Either they make a genius out of Stalin, or they make Lukashenka in general. But for Belarus of the twenty-first century, making a cult of personality out of a collective farmer is rather dumb. It's high time to wise up.
  And elect a new, young, progressive leader. And not to demonstrate the level of intelligence of a baby in a sandbox.
  The following anecdote characterizes Lukashenka best of all:
  When everything becomes more expensive in Belarus, what is the cheapest?
  Promises President Lukashenko!
  And why?
  Because they don't cost anything!
  It's a shame for Belarusians who still vote for such a dictator. But it is high time to grow wiser and show that they are the people of Europe. For example, in Russia, Putin at least managed to win respect for himself by annexing Crimea without a shot.
  But that's because of his phenomenal luck. Good luck with Putin. For example, it was lucky that during the visit of the Prime Minister of Israel, there was an unpleasant episode with his wife in Kyiv. Yes, again a manifestation of phenomenal luck. But so little real return! And what if Tsar Nicholas had had such phenomenal luck. More precisely, he got it, by 1935 Russia had mastered half of the world.
  And what's next ... Tsar Nicholas scheduled a flight into space for May 28, 1935, just in time for his birthday. The very first flight in the history of mankind of a Russian female cosmonaut.
  And in this world, while the USSR is engaged in survival.
  The battles in Stalingrad are about the same as in the real history of 1942. Only this time the enemy is much stronger. And the quantity due to the colonial troops and technologically.
  It is especially hard in the sky of Soviet Russia. The Nazis have a lot of strong, jet aircraft. And somehow it's not so easy to resist this.
  Here are German pilots Albina and Alvina collecting bills for themselves. They are great experts in this field.
  How, for example, to stop such German girls in bikinis with bare legs?
  Oleg Rybachenko feels these girls.
  Throws another grenade with bare toes. Scatters the Nazis in all directions and says:
  - Big heart of Russia!
  And the terminator boy is very aggressive fire. Each bullet hits the target. And the Arabs, and the blacks, and the Indians are on the attack. A huge crowd is coming.
  The genius boy again throws a grenade with his bare foot, pushes two large German tanks together and the flight:
  Samurai sword with you
  Heart and mind are pure...
  Boldly leads the attack -
  The Path of Beauty!
  Margarita, shooting at the enemy, took and fired at the Nazis from a bazooka and squeaked:
  - Extraordinary beauty!
  And the warrior threw a very destructive gift of death with her bare toes. Crushed the opponents. Then again, with the toes of her bare foot, she again hurled wild destruction. And two fascist tanks took and collided. Even sparks and smoke fell and poured!
  Oleg exclaimed:
  - That's the eternal girl well done!
  Margarita tossed a new killer lemon with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - We are eternal children on the milky way!
  The terminator boy nodded and continued the fight himself. Everything goes according to plan. More precisely, while it is normal. And in their area the Nazis will not break through.
  So the Nazis, no matter how hard they try, but in reality they will only choke on their own blood.
  And their tanks will turn into scrap metal! And the flag of Russia will shine over the planet!
  Oleg Rybachenko acts with great energy. Throws grenades with bare feet and sings:
  - We will always be happy
  There will be a bright dream ...
  And beauty will come
  The fuss will be gone!
  The boy-genius acts with activity, which increases with fury proportional to the influx of Germans.
  Margarita acts as the second number. But the girl's bare feet are throwing grenades more and more actively.
  And the Nazis fall under her blows.
  Oleg Rybachenko also shoots... But thoughts jump, return to the present. To what is in reality.
  In fact, Belarusians seem to have the largest brain mass in Europe, but they allow themselves to be put on a collar, tolerate the dictatorship of the individual.
  And if the president were some kind of superman! And so a collective farmer, and even without a legal father. And let them goad them for so many years.
  And besides, there are still narrow-minded people that vote for him.
  Yes, Oleg Rybachenko even had ditties.
  Tell me friends how long
  Votes for father Kolya ...
  It's time for you to choose Oleg -
  To get more money!
  Yes, of course, changes are needed and as soon as possible. In fact, stagnation is fraught with bad consequences.
  Moreover, Lukashenko himself does not know what he wants. He's right, he's left. That goes to capitalism, then socialism. And he doesn't have a good team. And there is no party of its own and ideology. Such is the cult of a very mediocre and talkative personality. Stalin and Lenin at least knew what they wanted! And this dictator? He doesn't even know if he's right or left!
  No, without an ideology and a stable party, there will be no stability in society.
  And moving forward too!
  Stalin, unfortunately, also became a symbol of terror and destruction, turning communism into a scarecrow.
  Optimal governance did not work out. And under Brezhnev there was insanity - how could one put such a head of the USSR. And in his youth, Brezhnev did not pull on an intellectual, but in his old age he fell into insanity. And in general, it's a shame the head of state could not tie two words without a piece of paper. And you should know how to do it!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a lethal double grenade with his bare foot and sang:
  But still live
  But live according to Brezhnev!
  I'm dumb, dumb, I can't!
  And do not drive a blizzard!
  Margarita threw an explosive package with her bare toes. She scattered the Nazis like apples that were shaken from a branch.
  The girl sang:
  - Apple trees in bloom
  Solovyov tunes ...
  I will come to you -
  There will be rehearsals!
  The girl smiled broadly and dazzlingly. Her teeth are like pearls, so sparkling.
  Yes, this couple is great.
  Oleg Rybachenko took it and sang:
  - Our fists with steel,
  Claws, teeth and fangs ...
  They want a real fight!
  And again, the terminator boy fires very accurately. And bloody drops are pouring from the Nazis.
  No, there will be no mercy. Enemies choke.
  Meanwhile, Natashka and her team are fighting in Sukhumi.
  The Nazis are storming the coast. The fight, of course, is very unequal
  But girls. When they are almost naked, it's great!
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot, mowed down a dozen fascists and sang:
  - The future of the world is ours,
  We're girls like Jedi!
  Zoya also launched a grenade with her bare foot. Scattered the Nazis and confidently squeaked:
  - I'm the one who can bury everyone in the grave!
  Aurora fires further. Also a girl who, when she hits, it is no longer a blow from a fly.
  The red-haired devil took it and buzzed:
  - I am the color of a fox, and the greatest beauty!
  And again he will take it with his bare foot, and throw away the gift of death! This is really a girl, what you need.
  And then there's Svetlana as a blast! And she will scatter and crumble everyone, as if devils from all over hell had moved into her.
  Yes, the girls here, of course, from such a grin of teeth that they will demolish any jaw without problems.
  And if necessary, then half the head!
  Natasha shoots at the enemy, and roars:
  - I am such a tough warrior that even a bull will not trample against me! I'll break his head!
  Zoya confidently confirmed:
  - I'll break the horns!
  And the girl's bare foot throws a grenade. And two Nazi tanks will both take and collide.
  And then here's how Aurora will hit. And also with a bare foot will launch a murderous one.
  And roar:
  - Glory to Stalin, let him grow wiser!
  Aurora is really evil. What is it like to fight on two fronts? In fact, it means suicide.
  And why did Stalin bring Russia to this?
  The girl again with her bare toes will launch a killer gift of death and squeak:
  - Glory to the new leader!
  Well, right! Stalin even has a low forehead. And this is a sign of low intelligence.
  Svetlana shoots herself. And throws a grenade with bare feet. Scatters opponents. Destroys them and squeals:
  - Glory to the Russian gods!
  And again, with his bare heel, he will throw something very destructive.
  The girls here are of such caliber that the Fritz won't take them.
  Four girls is a huge force. And most importantly, they are in the same panties.
  And this gives them a colossal ability to fight.
  Natasha is on fire. African warriors are moving in an avalanche, even Hindus and Arabs.
  The Germans use them as cannon fodder. Without any pity and regret using in battles. And of course, they take the number.
  Sukhumi has already been cut off by land. And it's very bad. We'll soon run out of ammo and we'll have to retreat.
  But while the girls still do not want to give in. They dream of victory. Even if the forces are not equal. And Moscow is surrounded.
  Natasha is worried about this. She throws a grenade with her bare foot. Breaks enemies and sings:
  - If the capital will stand!
  Zoya also threw the explosive package with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - The river of Russia will not run dry!
  And she blasted at the enemy from all trunks, home-made recoilless bitterness.
  And broke a couple of tanks ...
  But from above, attack aircraft begin to press.
  So what if they are reactive?
  Aurora fired her rocket launcher. Hit a German car. Made her fall.
  Then the red-haired beast cooed:
  - Communism without borders!
  Then Svetlana began to fire. And mowed down the black fighters. And then, like a bare foot, he will throw a lemon.
  And roar:
  - Glory to the new gods!
  Natasha fired at the enemy and squeaked:
  - Russian gods!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, the plane explodes.
  These are the terminator girls. If they are already fighting, then no one can cope with them.
  Zoya also throws something at the enemy that kills any power. And something that destroys the enemy. And the warrior, baring her teeth, squeals:
  - Planes in the coffin!
  And bare fingers throw again the gift of death.
  And then Aurora will launch a lemon into the enemy. Take and roar:
  - The future is ours!
  Svetlana bared her teeth and said:
  - For communism, and new achievements!
  And again, how he threw a grenade with his bare foot. And he will kill everyone. Well, if not all, then some for sure.
  The Nazis climbed into the jug. And this is their problem. Here you can see the Jagdtigr self-propelled gun. An outdated car, but a very killer one. A pioneer boy crawls up to her. And slips a mine.
  And the self-propelled gun trivially explodes.
  The boy sticks out his tongue and sings:
  - Let's drink for the Motherland, let's drink for Stalin!
  Let's drink and drink again!
  We pioneers will kill Hitler!
  Fascists get it. Although hard for the Red Army. The city of Grozny is surrounded by the Nazis, but they are still fighting a battle in it. The girls are top notch here.
  Here is Tamara fighting. She is in a bathing suit and barefoot. And the weather is hot and the girl is so dexterous. Beauty is on fire. With a bare foot on the Nazis, he launches explosive packages and sings:
  - Hitler will soon get nails in the coffin,
  It will be like a spider on fire ...
  Demons will torment in the underworld -
  Those who worshiped Satan!
  And again, a very deadly lemon flies from the bare heel of the beauty and smashes the Nazis.
  Mary says with a laugh:
  - Grenades will kill!
  And slaps Tamara on the shoulder. Two girls are fighting, and at the top is a Red Flag pierced by bullets.
  The girls are barefoot and almost without clothes, but they do not intend to hand over Soviet cities.
  Maria sang a cheerful song. And at the same time she led a merciless and murderous fire;
   There are many great people,
  Whose deeds live for centuries, There are many great names, Who are called immortal.
  
  Many fairy-tale heroes Preserved the melody of epics, But the simplest of all heroes And dear to all of us - one.
  
  He spent his childhood among the mountains, He followed the flight of birds, He inherited from the mountains The beauty of eagle wings.
  
  His name, with a thunderclap, Swept across the ocean, Became close and familiar to the proletarians of all countries.
  
  On the mainland of China, Dear to all hearts, This name heralds Fanzam - peace, the end - to palaces.
  
  Stalin is the banner of happiness, the dawn of mankind! May beloved Stalin live for many, many long years!
  The girls sang well. Maria, Tamara, were joined by both Veronica and Victoria.
  All four beauties are surrounded, but how they fight.
  Here Maria throws a grenade with her bare foot and shoots down a German attack aircraft. And the beauty squeaks:
  - Glory to our party!
  Veronica also sends a gift of death with her bare foot, and HE-162 is shot down. And the warrior roars:
  - Glory, which is higher than glory!
  . CHAPTER #6
  Victoria, shooting at opponents, and firing, grin:
  - For the future expanses of communism!
  And four beauties, almost naked and barefoot laughing.
  They are such eagle girls of the highest order.
  Mirabela and Anastasia are fighting in the sky. And they also brainwash the Nazis.
  Mirabela with a smile, tweets:
  Everything in the world will be fine
  Love your homeland passionately!
  And again with bare toes, through the open window, as if throwing a lemon. And slap on the fascists. Another downed car falls.
  This is the trick - you have to get there.
  Anastasia says with a laugh:
  - Lenin would have praised you!
  Mirabela shot down a couple of German cars with one burst, and noticed:
  - Stalin, without any doubt, too!
  Anastasia cut off three Nazi planes and confirmed:
  - Without any doubts!
  The girls are so cool. And most importantly beautiful. They are hot and at the same time cold calculation.
  Mirabela, shooting down another plane, noticed:
  Everything in the world is relative...
  Anastasia giggled and muttered angrily:
  - No extra philosophy!
  And she also opened the window and threw a grenade with her bare foot. This time ME-262 exploded.
  Mirabella nodded in agreement.
  - You did great!
  Anastasia, baring her teeth, added:
  - She did what she did!
  And both warriors will burst out laughing. And wink at each other.
  Yes, the heroism is impressive.
  In the summer of 1946, fierce battles unfolded outside the city on the Volga. The women's sniper battalion, under the command of Captain Alena Ogurtsova, took up a defensive position in the ruins on Volodarsky Street. Girls with machine guns and rifles, tied with bundles of grenades, hid behind the ruins.
  Alena herself is in a spotted tunic over her naked body, in short pants, and barefoot. A beautiful and curvy girl, with strong hips, a thin waist, a short haircut under a half-box. The face is very expressive, with a manly chin, blue eyes wide apart. Light brown hair turned gray with dust, high chest, hard look. Captain Alena has been fighting for more than two years and despite her youth she has seen a lot. The girl's legs are covered in cuts and bruises. A girl is more agile to move barefoot than rough and clumsy boots.
  The bare sole feels the slightest vibration of the soil, warns of the proximity of a mine, and the mother earth itself adds endurance. On the one hand, the girl's feet became hardened, and they were not afraid of hot metal, or the sharp rubble of the ruins, but on the other hand, they did not lose sensitivity and flexibility, warning through the roar of the movement of tanks.
  Dear Alenka is holding a grenade with a tied explosion package. It is necessary to crawl to the formidable German tank "Lion", watering the streets with machine guns.
  Mary crawls beside her. Also barefoot, so all the girls from the battalion turned out to be from boots, imitating their commander. Her dusty soles sharpen when the girl crawls on all fours. Maria's yellow hair is messy and long... A little frizzy. The girl herself is slim, thin, small in stature. She can even be mistaken for a girl, with narrow shoulders and a seemingly large head.
  But Mary has already experienced a lot. She managed to visit both fascist captivity, having survived cruel tortures, and mines, from where, by some incomprehensible miracle, she managed to escape. But looking at her childish, tender face, you can never say that she was beaten with rubber sticks on her heels, a current was passed through her body.
  Maria shoots... A soldier of the Third Reich, in this case an Arab, falls dead, his muzzle raising sand and rubble.
  Alenka slips a bunch of grenades under a pile of rubbish. Now a ninety-ton "Lion" will crawl here and blow it up. The girl's blue eyes sparkle like sapphires on her face, swarthy from sunburn and dust.
  Experience suggests that a well-protected tank will now change position. "Lion" has 100 mm side armor, and even at an angle. Thirty-fours cannot break through it, only heavy Keveshes have a chance. But caterpillars are the goal. The main thing is to deprive the car of mobility ...
  Anyuta fires a burst from a machine gun... A soldier, no one knows what nationality falls. The Germans, having conquered most of the Eastern Hemisphere, cherish Aryan blood and throw colonial troops into battle: Arabs, Africans, Indians, various Asians, and Europeans. The number of Poles has also increased - who are accustomed from the cradle to hate Bolshevik Russia. Ukrainian nationalists, and Don Cossacks, and Chechens, and the entire Caucasian Khaganate are fighting here. Hitler raised a whole international.
  Lots of enemies...
  Anyuta deftly dodges the machine-gun fire. The bullet almost split, blackened from dust, a round, girlish heel. The beautiful captain even felt a tickle at how close a large-caliber present flew by. The girl crossed herself, whispering:
  Even a bullet won't stop us!
  Maria shoots back... Another girl, Alla, is very red-haired, above average height, and muscular, despite her meager rations. Also a very pretty girl, with luxurious hips, a tucked up waist, not feminine broad shoulders, and high breasts.
  Alla fights in just her shorts, the tunic is torn to shreds, and crumbling to dust, and new uniforms are not delivered across the Volga. God forbid to transfer more ammunition, and a drop of food, for the exhausted Soviet troops.
  So Alla is almost naked, her legs are scratched, especially her knees. A piece of shrapnel hit the sole of the right foot, and it hurts, it is hard to walk.
  Red-haired, dusty, almost naked Alla twists her pretty, but at the same time hard face. The girl, shooting, says:
  - The Lord, Moscow and Stalin are above us!
  And she cuts off the attacking Nazis, herself barely having time to roll back.
  The ruins and narrow streets make it difficult for the formidable German tanks to turn around. Here are almost two hundred ton "Mouses" and they cannot pass at all ...
  As Anyuta expected, "Lev" drove a little, and buried himself in a pile of garbage. There was an explosion. The caterpillar burst, a couple of damaged rollers flew off.
  The wounded tank stopped and a shell flew out of its barrel...
  Somewhere rumbled in the distance, leaving the ruins. Anyuta, like a snake, hissed:
  - That's my calculation! Opened an account...
  The girl-captain is again forced to crawl away. The Germans and their satellites cannot use their technical superiority in the rubble. Through the fault of the stubborn Hitler, the hordes of the Third Reich were bogged down in positional battles in a rather large and well-fortified city.
  Maria throws a grenade. Forcing them to do somersaults on downed Germans or Arabs, turning over. One of the Nazi militants tears off his hand, and hangs on it, an English watch with a compass.
  Mary says with a smile:
  - What the compass shows you - the way to hell!
  And a beautiful girl shakes off a piece of adhering ceramics from her dusty heel.
  Alla also shakes off the dust, with her firm, full breasts. The nipples are almost black from dirt and itchy. And try to wash. Again you have to burrow when the German submachine guns are scribbling. And crawl in a plastunski way.
  The battalion of girls holds their positions, although there is shelling. And they tear heavy shells, and bombs fall from the sky ... But nothing will break the courage of Soviet heroines.
  Here Anyuta sees the Panther crawling by. Well, this tank is not so scary anymore.
  You can punch it into the side. The girl sneezed, spat out the dust that climbed into her elegant mouth. She took a grenade in her hand, weighted with an explosion package. You have to sneak up unnoticed. But there is so much smoke around.
  Anyuta began to creep up, resting on the drain with her bare toes and elbows. She was like a cat stalking a mouse. The girl remembered the war from that terrible summer of the forty-first year, when the Wehrmacht treacherously invaded the expanses of the USSR. Was neither the girl, almost the girl scared? At first yes, but then you get used to it. And you already perceive the constant bursts of shells as an ordinary noise.
  And now it exploded very close. The girl slapped on her stomach. Fragments rush from above like a flock of wild bees. Anyuta whispers with chapped lips:
  - In the name of justice, Lord!
  The girl speeds up her crawl and throws a grenade with an explosive package attached. The present flies in an arc. An explosion is heard, the thinner side armor of the Panther lends itself. The German tank starts to burn, the combat kit detonates.
  Anyuta whispers with a smile:
  Thank you Lord Jesus! I believe only in you! I pray to you alone!
  Breaks the panther. Torn off, a long trunk is buried in rubble. The frontal armor, detached from the side armor, resembles a scoop.
  Anyuta, whose eyes, on a face brown from dust and sunburn, sparkle with cornflowers, says:
  - The more oaks the enemy has, the stronger our defense!
  Alla is very sexy in her black panties, and naked, dusty, strong body. The girl is very smart. She can throw shards of glass with her bare toes.
  Now she threw a sharp object with her graceful, dust-covered leg. And stuck, right in the throat of a fascist. Beautiful Alla babbled:
  - And I'm a sex symbol, and a symbol of death!
  The girl, after which she crawled again, shooting. Anyuta also led the fire.
  The beautiful captain, having cut down the fascist, chirped:
  - Life is a chain, and the little things in it are the links ...
  Maria fired, cut Fritz's head open and added:
  - It is impossible not to attach importance to the link!
  Anyuta, again shooting accurately, croaked:
  - But you can't go in cycles on trifles ...
  Maria, as if firing, added:
  Otherwise, the chain will envelop you!
  Another girl Matrena, also very beautiful, together with the pioneer Seryozhka, prepared a mine on a wire. The two of them pushed her... The insidious booger crawled into the caterpillar of the "Tiger"-2. And how this long-barreled German car will explode.
  The blond boy Sergei exclaimed:
  - Our Russia, you have a bucket!
  And he barely had time to bounce, flashing, black, downed heel, from the falling roof.
  Matryona stroked the boy's neck and said:
  - You are very smart!
  The pioneer made his way to the front and joined the women's battalion. The boy is very creative too. For example, he made airplanes to shoot down fascist attack aircraft. When the Focke-Wulfs, or TA-152s, rise, an incredibly deafening roar is heard.
  The Germans strike to the accompaniment of a Wagner symphony. Such a majestic melody.
  Matryona says with annoyance:
  - They are still trying to frighten us!
  The pioneer boy sang with pathos:
  - The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  Death will not take us under the starry sky!
  For holy Rus' will fight hard,
  I loaded the mighty machine gun!
  Matryona, a tall, muscular girl with wide hips and shoulders, is a typical peasant woman. Clothes were torn during the fighting into rags, strong legs are bare, hair is woven into two braids and heavily dusted.
  Seryozhka is only eleven years old, thin from malnutrition, scratched and dirty boy, in nothing but shorts. The boy's naturally white hair turned gray, and the ribs show through thin, tanned and dirty skin. Legs terribly knocked down, and in burns, bruises, with blisters. True, fate kept the child from serious injuries.
  Matryona seems big and fat against his background, although the girl is not fat at all, but with strong, trained meat on the bones. Moreover, the hunger did not seem to affect her portly and large figure at all.
  The girl shoots from a heavy anti-tank rifle. German cars cannot be pierced in the forehead, but there is a chance in the tracks.
  And the hefty "Lion", having received a weighty explosive in the undercarriage, began to blow smoke like a heavy smoker.
  Seryozhka sang with malice:
  - Stinky Fritz without thinking, lit a cigarette at the entrance! Of course, he got into big trouble!
  Matryona, flickering with her muscular, tanned calves, beat off a tap dance with her bare, beautiful legs. The girl sang:
  - Holy Russian faces flicker from the icon ... God forbid you soak at least a thousand Fritz! And if someone buzzes more than fascists, no one, believe me, will condemn you for that!
  Then she reloaded the anti-tank rifle and fired again. The German transporter puffed out smoke again.
  The girl battalion inflicted significant damage on the Fritz. But he also suffered losses. Here one girl was torn in half, and her face became so, despite the dust, pale.
  Most of Stalingrad has already been captured by the Nazis, but what remains of the city does not want to give in and surrender.
  Anyuta, meanwhile, is trying to break through the "Tiger". A powerful German car, got a grenade in the side, but did not succumb. Turns around to fire a cannon. The girl has to burrow into the ground, and rubble, so as not to be crushed by the blast wave released by the present.
  Anyuta whispers softly:
  - Mom, dad, I'm sorry!
  Maria threw a grenade at the Tiger, which exploded on her forehead. The girl hissed:
  - About the fact that the light teaching in the winter in the spring ... I repeat without exception that Hitler is a plague bastard!
  Alla, breaking the sight of the Nazis, and pouring water on them with a burst, strained:
  - In the coffin, I saw the Fuhrer now! And she kicked the poor man right in the eye!
  The red-haired girl actually threw a grenade at the tank with her bare fingers. It hit the barrel ... An explosion followed and the muzzle of the "Tiger" was mangled.
  The cowardly German took it and backed away.
  Anyuta snorted through her nostrils:
  - Ours, yours will not yield!
  Maria cut down a Hitlerite mercenary with a bullet and sang:
  - And the villain is not joking! Hands and feet, he twists the Russian ropes! He sinks his teeth into the very heart ... He drinks the fatherland to the bottom!
  Anyuta giggled, barked:
  - The Fuhrer wildly yells, tears himself up!
  Maria, firing, added:
  - Well, death puffs, grins!
  An even more dangerous "Shtumrtiger" has appeared. It destroys entire buildings and bunkers. Moreover, it does not approach the positions of the Soviet troops. The car is kept under cover by German machine gunners.
  Anyuta sees that it is unrealistic to get close to the positions of the Fritz. But in the sky Focke-Wulfs. One of these machines flies closer to the Soviet positions. The girls open fire on her.
  Alla throws a grenade and furiously says:
  - In deep death - there is no forgiveness!
  After that, the girl gives a turn from the machine gun. Rolls back quickly. A relatively new German tank "Panther" -2 with a small turret and a lower silhouette quickly drives up.
  Several girls throw grenades at the German car. She, having received the presents, freezes and is unable to turn around.
  Alla whistled, hissing:
  - This is a new attack! We will tear her mouth!
  The Panther-2 snarled and fired its more powerful weapon.
  The column of fire split the air, and instantly heated and electrolyzed the atmosphere.
  Alla giggled, the shells flew past the half-naked girl. The shameless redhead shook her hips and said:
  - And Newton defeated the enemies, threw off the yoke from the throne! Fritz he decreed his Newton's law!
  Stalingrad was all engulfed in conflagrations, when tongues of fire seemed to lick the sky and crackle purple, orange, and scarlet sparks! And every spark is like a ghost escaping from a hellish castle.
  Anyuta, knocking down a German fighter, flashed her blue eyes, sang:
  - What are you whining bad old woman? Believe me, just a psychiatric hospital is crying for you!
  Maria sang in a chant, firing at the Nazis:
  - How good it is to lie down on the grass and hit the Fritz on the head! Arrange a poultice for the Fuhrer, and send bullets from a machine gun!
  The girl giggled wildly and rolled over from her stomach to her back. I made a bicycle with legs. A grenade flew up. The flying Focke-Wulf, having received shrapnel under the belly, briskly soared higher. It can be seen that sharp fragments wounded him. The fascist creature caught fire, and began to lose pieces of broken wings.
  Anyuta, seeing how Fokke was losing altitude, croaked:
  - That's a semaphore! An ax hangs on board!
  The German plane exploded, scattering debris into all the far corners of the sky. And where did the fascist ace go. Made my last turn. The executioner went to ashes, not the pilot!
  Maria sneezed, scattering dust and said:
  - To be or not to be? It's not a question!
  Alla again threw a piece of glass with her foot, so much so that, hitting the eye, it came out at the Fritz, through the back of the head:
  - I'm a tank armada! And you need to be treated!
  The Germans and their satellites tried to advance, throwing grenades in front of them. Such tactics against girls did not work. Here Seryozhka deployed a catapult, and how it hits the enemy in response.
  The pioneer boy bellowed:
  - Santa Claus tearing Hitler's mouth!
  The charge of the catapult, piercing into the crowd of Nazis, made them scatter, and at the same time roll over in the air. Fritz fell, and broke on the rubble of the walls.
  Tank "Tiger" -2, having lost its balance, collided with the "Lion". Oh, Leva, where is your formidable name?
  Anyuta smiled and answered:
  - Well, well done Seryozhka!
  The boy growled aggressively.
  - Pioneer is always ready!
  The girl-captain began to nail again. And Matryona tickled Seryozhka's narrow foot, how hard he has it! No wonder the boy is not afraid to run through the fires.
  Mary in a chant said:
  - Youth is good - old age is bad!
  Alla, this cheerful redhead, agreed:
  There is nothing worse than old age! This is indeed the most disgusting state of all possible!
  And the girl made a jump with a coup. She imagined for a moment disgusting grandmas. No, do not compare, an old woman with a girl. And what beauty, in slender bodies.
  Allah took it and sang:
  - Flow after year, years in a caravan,
  An old woman rubs henna in a mortar...
  And what about my slender figure,
  I don"t understand how youth has gone!
  Anyuta flashed her eyes, knocked the German down with a hit in the groin, and remarked:
  - No! Still, in war there is such a charm - to remain forever young! Always drunk!
  Matryona put a new charge into the catapult. This is something like a good mortar. The girl hissed:
  - Do not pass, but pass!
  Seryozhka shuffled his thin but nimble foot and barked:
  - Fritz face!
  And a grenade, together with an explosion package, flew in full swing into the positions of the Nazis.
  Yes, Stalingrad was not given to them. For the third month since the end of June, the assault has been going on, but the city has not been able to take everything. On other sectors of the front, the Nazis achieved success, but not on this one.
  Anyuta fired her pistol and growled:
  - Everything is impossible, it happens to be possible... There is no need to make the universe very complicated!
  And hit the gas tank of a motorcycle. The machine exploded, and fiery whirlwinds illuminated the smoky landscape. And the German was torn apart by a fiery paw.
  The girl captain shouted:
  - I love to kill evil! And this is the highest good!
  Maria thrashed the Germans with a burst and hissed:
  - Let's play porcupine!
  Alla opened fire, more accurately. A few blacks were left lying on spear-covered rubble:
  - Kill the enemy! - The girl whispered.
  Maria playfully sang:
  - Having painted Hitler with lipstick, Mainstein with hairspray, I will drag you into captivity of the princess, the faithful dog will gnaw you!
  Anyuta, firing, hissed:
  - Come on in the evening, Adolf, hang yourself ... Stop fooling your head! Come on in the evening, fly like a gyrfalcon - to beat the Nazis hard!
  Maria said in a rage, knocking the helmet off the stormtrooper's head:
  - We can! And we will!
  The girls from the "Lenin" battalion stopped the advance of the foreign troops. Fritz moved forward, literally throwing corpses into space. The tank "Lev", with which hopes were pinned, did not help either. Here is a modification of the machine with a 150 mm gun.
  Alla knocks off a stone stuck to her bare nipple. The girl has such beautiful and full breasts. The girl throws a grenade with her foot. The leg is stronger than the arm, and the throw goes further.
  "Lion" received a gap in the caterpillar, and stopped. Shot from his powerful mouth. Rumble and collapse.
  Allah, spitting, says:
  - The Russian warrior does not groan in pain!
  And the girl shoots again. And he does it extremely well. The fascist leaning out of the tower falls back.
  A red-haired, almost naked girl says:
  - In vain the enemy believes that he managed to break the Russians! Who dares, he attacks in battle, we will fiercely beat the enemies!
  And Alla rolls the muscles of the press, which she has very embossed.
  Oh, how beautiful the girls are! I don't want any of them to die.
  Ekaterina ran... A very beautiful girl, with fluffy, white hair. She somehow manages to smear them with some kind of potion so that they do not get dirty.
  The girl is very beautiful, with the figure of Venus, only more toned and embossed. Clothes on her, only a bra and panties. Everything else has already been torn apart. But how graceful are the legs! This is not a girl, but a seal of perfection, a crown of beauty.
  She moves in a special way, like a squirrel. A bare feet and flicker, and heels, surprisingly remain clean. Ekaterina shoots, and the fascist gets an ulcer in his chest.
  The girl says:
  - Loyalty to the motherland is the highest word!
  Allah said with a laugh:
  - Take off your bra and stay like me in shorts!
  Catherine shook her head negatively.
  - This is not appropriate!
  Alla shook her hips, fired aptly and sang:
  - Something Komsomol member has become unusual! Walking bare-chested like that is very indecent!
  Catherine giggled and remarked:
  - Why bring joy to the Fritz, look at our beauty!
  Allah resolutely answered:
  - Our beauty is deadly!
  Katya giggled and fired at the TA-200. The Nazi car caught fire. And the beautiful blonde yelped:
  - Death to evil!
  Allah giggled.
  - And life is good!
  Ekaterina, seeing that the German was falling, growled:
  - This is the highest value! Do not think the Nazis that you have won!
  Allah will sing:
  - Waiting for victory! Victory awaits... Those who yearn to break the shackles! Waiting for victory! Waiting for victory! We will be able to defeat the Nazis!
  A beautiful girl, and her naked breasts are shaking. Good with a bare torso in the heat, which is intensified by the fire.
  Anyuta now looked much more determined. She fired at the Fritz with a submachine gun, and barked:
  - I'll castrate you!
  And indeed the Nazis received deadly gifts and coffins! And the girl showed them a figure, let's build bare toes. And whistled like a nightingale-robber. And through the fingers of the lower extremities.
  The girl captain is very smart. And sparkling. And not cruel at all. She, too, sometimes feels sorry for the soldiers of the enemy, who may have children that will cry for their dead fathers.
  Anyuta, however, drives such thoughts away from herself, one wants to burst into tears from them. But it was not the Russians who came to the Germans to rob and kill. No, these are the Germans and a whole aggressive pack of foreigners from all over the world broke into the Russian expanses.
  Anyuta crossed herself and fired at the Fritz, who was trying to quietly get close to the positions of the Russian Fritz ... His eye and brain, which had been knocked out by a bullet, leaked out.
  The girl-captain smiled and said, wittily:
  - Straight eye to eye, head to head!
  Anyuta accurately shot, and hit a motorcycle with a sidecar. The car began to tear, and the machine gun flew off, rolled over several times. Then its muzzle sank into the rubble.
  The girl rubbed her bare, dusty sole on the rubble. And she aimed again. Her cheerful, young face grinned rather grinned. The girl sang:
  - No, we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate that Russian fragrant bread be called the word ford!
  Maria made a very accurate shot, from which the Focke-Wulf flared up, and chirped:
  For a scoundrel, of course, the choice is clear,
  For dollars, he is ready to betray Rus' ...
  But the Russian man is so beautiful
  That he is ready to give his life for the Motherland!
  The girl, did a somersault and showed the Nazis the fig, and scrolled, and the bullets did not touch the beauty.
  Alla appeared, this beauty, almost naked, and grimy like a devil, threw a grenade at once with two legs. And she checked:
  - What I have is ... Fritz in a sharp side!
  Matrena corrected Alla:
  - Sharp, in the side, and not in the sharp side!
  The girl giggled and shook her watermelon breasts, and launched a grenade using a grenade with an explosion package. The "Tiger" was hit at the muzzle, and this crooked work of art dodged.
  After that, the Nazi creature backed away. She began to crawl like a turtle caught in a fire.
  Anyuta sang, winking merrily:
  - And the "Tiger" is backing away and the Germans are hiding!
  The Maiden Battalion maneuvered under attack, air strikes and heavy guns. Here the jet bombers hit, broken, red-hot steeps rose into the sky. And the stones were on fire. Fortunately, none of the girls died, but men went to the next world - who are not so sorry! And souls fly - some to heaven, and others to hell! Where devils with pitchforks are already waiting for those who did not believe in Jesus.
  Alla is the sexiest of the warriors in a rage: well, can the Nazis from their "Sturmtigr" fire at the positions of the Soviet troops and kill the red warriors?
  . CHAPTER #7
  And the girl grabbed a grenade with her bare feet and twirled in cascades of somersaults. And spinning faster and faster. And then, with all her might, she threw the gift of death into the wide muzzle of the Stormtiger. The naked, tanned legs of the beauty flashed, and the grenade flew into the wide muzzle. And the powerful machine first choked, and then rushed. Two "Royal Tigers" that stood on the sides of the "Sturmtiger" were thrown up and scattered in different directions. The rollers were torn from them, and they fell down, flying like a broken necklace of the queen.
  The blast wave threw Alla, and the girl flew upside down. And she was turned over, rocked and thrown. But the beauty nevertheless landed, sharp rubble, and crushed stones dug into her bare soles. The girl was in pain, and even through the calloused foot, the tip pierced.
  But Alla found the strength to stand up and yell:
  - You fascists will be in the ashes!
  Anyuta and other girls were thrown up by an explosive wave, and even slightly crushed. But none of the beautiful warriors died. The girls met with hurricane and well-aimed fire. Suppressing the Nazis who jumped out and other aggressive insects besieging the USSR.
  Maria sang with great enthusiasm:
  - And when the trumpet of the Lord takes us to battle, we will be friends with the Komsomol! And by the will of Jehovah, I will be at the heavenly roll call!
  Alla, shaking off the dust from the soles smashed into blood, sang:
  - Lenin, party, Komsomol! We are sending the Fuhrer to a madhouse!
  The girls began to laugh deafeningly, and Seryozhka said with alarm and annoyance:
  - And my catapult is not as accurate as Alla's bare and strong legs!
  Matryona, flexing her arm muscles, said:
  - That is OK! You're still thinking. Something cooler!
  Vedmakova, returning from the front line, received an urgent call to Vladivostok. Having suffered huge losses and almost surrounded Khabarovsk (communication with this city was maintained through the Amur), the Japanese stopped their troops to regroup and replenish. At least one hundred million Japan, with another seventy million Manchuria and Thailand, could transfer infantry in abundance. In a sense, it is easier to fight the USSR than the USA, because to fight the latter you need a lot of expensive ships and by no means cheap aircraft. But infantry with light and cheap rifles and machine guns copied from Schmeisters can be supplied in large quantities! Every Japanese boy from the age of seven knows how to assemble and disassemble a machine gun! Only, of course, it takes time to transfer troops from the island to the continent. And having received replenishment, move deep into Soviet territory again!
  Having received a call, Vedmakova hoped that she would finally receive a new fighter and fight in the sky. The girl was taken to Vladivostok in an emka. The pilot felt like a terminator. The fellow traveler turned out to be a gray-haired grandfather, despite his considerable age, who wore only sergeant's stripes.
  He boastfully declared:
  - Oh, you youth! And you know that I fought with the Japanese back in tsarist times!
  Vedmakova asked doubtfully:
  - Really? Or maybe you also received a cross?
  Grandfather, shaking his gray beard, cursed:
  - No cross, no medals! So for a year and three months he fought as a private! What do you think, everyone can get titles and medals? Especially under the tsar, when the rank and file were not very favored!
  Vedmakova agreed:
  - Yes, under the king there was class inequality! But times are different now. By the way, how do you Japs! I mean, was the enemy strong?
  The old man answered, flashing his iron teeth:
  - Not weak, although if our command was smarter, they would not give up Port Arthur and Manchuria! They are not such a strong enemy.
  Emka was driving slowly, the road was gouged by bombs and artillery. It was possible to talk.
  Vedmakova asked a little more quietly:
  - And what were ours stronger?
  The old man briskly, as if he were a clockwork toy, nodded a couple of times:
  - Somewhat yes! For example, the Japanese have twenty times more shooting ranges than ours. Before I was sent to the front, I participated in only three shooting ranges. And then five shots each. However, in a firefight, we cannot say that we were worse than the Japanese. And this despite the fact that they were in khaki uniforms, and we were wearing white overcoats. Naturally, after we got some military experience. The Japanese have much less abilities in military affairs than ours, despite the longer training. But their rifles hit much more accurately than our Mostina club.
  Vedmakova agreed without reservation:
  - Yes, sure! In this you are right! The Japanese, like the Germans, pay too much attention to drill.
  The old man shook his head.
  - Vice versa! Unlikely less than we have in the tsarist army! Well, if even before the First World War, they began to train soldiers better, and at least they changed their uniforms, then ... Not an army, but solid stepping!
  Vedmakova remarked, not without malice:
  - Before the war, we also paid a lot of attention to walking in parades! Apparently, the smart learn from the mistakes of others, the fool from his own, who does not learn at all, who?
  Grandpa remarked:
  - Learning comes with time! But with the supply, we generally had a complete blockage. No guns, no bullets! They often went hungry, the soldiers got sick - there were no medicines! More people died from typhus and other abominations than from Japanese bullets. It was such a bad war. Kuropatkin is an idiot! No detours, no camouflage, he directly threw people into trenches under machine guns. We were used as cannon fodder. It all ended very badly, a rout. As they say, I barely dragged my legs. True, I can be quite proud of the fact that I escaped captivity! Like wounded too!
  The girl, curious, asked:
  - And the Japanese themselves have become better or worse! In terms of their fighting qualities.
  The old man first lit a cigarette, and only then answered:
  - It is difficult to judge this objectively. The armies have changed, tanks, aircraft, submachine guns have appeared. Ships in terms of progress have not changed that much, as well as guns. But the stupidity of the command remained the same, so screw it up, the attack on Vladivostok!
  The Witcher's green eyes flashed.
  - There is no excuse for this!
  The old man agreed.
  - And it can not be! After all, they knew that the enemy was preparing a trick, and there was no way to react to it! As if set up. But the truce with the Pindos is a clear sign that a strong blow is about to follow.
  Witcher chuckled.
  - With Pindos?
  Grandfather confirmed:
  - Yes, that's what they call America and Britain now! The name comes from the word "to steal", that is, to steal. And these are parasite countries, thieves that suck blood from those who are dumber and weaker!
  The pilot nodded her red head:
  - Here I agree!
  The old man insisted:
  - Agree that our command are idiots, and even traitors! So substitute our fleet, worse than the Pindos!
  Vedmakova objected:
  "Maybe they didn't think the Japanese would strike so quickly. In general, the Far East was a place of rest, and cowards and lazy people settled here. After all, in the army you don"t have to work hard as a worker or collective farmer in the rear, but you get a good ration and salary. On the other hand, you don't risk your life by serving in the Far East. Yes, a paradise for loafers and cowards.
  The old man replied:
  - Soldiers and officers fight not so badly. Here is Khabarovsk, still not passed.
  Vedmakova agreed:
  - Russian warrior, special warrior! But as Brusilov said: our soldiers are excellent, the officers are good, the generals are mediocre, and the tsar is completely bad!
  Grandfather grunted displeasedly:
  - If our commander was not Kuropatkin, but Brusilov: we would have won! Alas, it was overwritten! I must say that under the tsar, Russian generals became smaller: under Suvorov there was a whole galaxy of outstanding generals! However, Stalin is a Georgian, but as they say Georgians...
  Grandfather interrupted Witcher:
  - Be careful with such statements! So you can get into a special department! However, for me, Stalin is by no means a genius! And for example, the missed line punch in February confirms this! By the way, I heard that on May 1, the Soviet air defense in Moscow was helpless and many thousands of Soviet citizens died!
  The old man remarked:
  - Thanks to the USA and Britain! They gave the Wehrmacht new planes! Moreover, I heard that there was a mass sabotage, because of which the Yaks fell apart in the air! And it is brand new Yaks!
  Witch nodded her head.
  - I heard about it! Really a disgrace! But I hope the perpetrators will be punished, and the problem will be fixed!
  Grandfather nodded, then suddenly said:
  - The main problem is in our heads! A kind of soviet mentality! An attempt to turn a person into a cog, into an ordinary slave!
  Vedmakova did not argue. She paused, staring blankly out the window. Now the threat of the defeat of the USSR has become much more tangible. It turned out that even Moscow is not protected from air raids. At least, it does not have enough reliable protection to withstand a massive air raid!
  Well, the war is moving into a slightly different stage ... True, in the battles near Stalingrad, the Germans also had air supremacy, but it did not bring the desired victory! However, not so overwhelming, the Fritz had an advantage! After all, new Soviet aircraft regularly arrived at the front! But I must say the level of combat training among the pilots was very low. Most beginners had no more than 8 hours of flying. This is a big minus, especially since the Germans usually have up to 250 hours! However, after Stalingrad, the Germans reduced the program to 150, but now it has become much easier with fuel. However, the appearance of a large number of new aircraft will create a problem for the Fritz.
  By the way, it was reported that among the pilots of the downed bombers, several US citizens were captured. What is the last, did not come as a surprise! The Luftwaffe does not have enough pilots for new bombers, so there were volunteers!
  I wonder how the Soviet command will respond to this? After all, there is nothing to get Berlin? Long-range strategic bombers were not developed in the USSR, with the exception of the P-8. The last aircraft with a speed of just over 400 kilometers per hour and created in 1936 is clearly outdated. In addition, when hitting Berlin, it will move without air escort, and the Germans can intercept it with their aircraft. After all, they already have very good radars that will record the movement of the flying mass towards Berlin. Yes, and it takes time to release enough of these machines for strikes against Germany. The Germans are not a weak nation and love technology! They themselves are probably the most disciplined and highly organized nation in Europe or even in the world! It is very difficult to win alone, and even having, on the second front, not a weak Japan.
  The best thing to do in this situation is to try to drive a wedge between the Allies and Germany. But how to do it? Beria had already instructed her to carry out this using the destroyer received from the Americans. A good provocation could have turned out, but Anna did not have time.
  It seems that she is not guilty - what is not fate, but she still gnaws at an unpleasant aftertaste. As if maybe if she had arrived a day earlier, everything would have been different!
  However, it is not excluded! But she arrived as soon as she received an order from Beria!
  In general, Lavrenty Palych is a master of provocations. Japan attacked Peru Harbor, not without his participation!
  The fact is that documents about the US plans to launch a series of preventive strikes using aircraft carriers, including those based on Peru Harbor, as if accidentally fell into the hands of the intelligence of the country of the Rising Sun!
  In addition, the Americans are fools: they provoked Japan into war, together with Britain imposing an embargo on the supply of oil and other raw materials, but they themselves were not ready for war!
  Indeed, the United States in 1941 did not have sufficient forces, especially in tanks, for the war with Japan. In 1940, they had only 400 tanks, and information about 1941 is secret, but it is unlikely that even then there were more than a thousand! So America climbed into the war, being completely unprepared! Well, Japan is also not very armed. If she had about two and a half thousand tanks, and light ones, then, for example, there was no long-range aviation at all!
  So the US valiant pilots of the country of the Rising Sun did not bomb! And they just got themselves in a lych! And now they have decided to recoup the USSR, relying primarily on their infantry, dreaming of repeating the success of the times of Tsar Nicholas II!
  The Witcher grew bored and sang:
  How complicated life is, Lord, alas,
  You yourself put on a wreath of thorns!
  No, don't blow my head
  A new day promises us problems!
  
  Dreams shattered into dust
  The cruel worm gnaws with passion!
  And pain and sorrow in your eyes
  What to curb, no one is in power!
  
  But what, God, can you
  Kohl himself ascended the cross of Golgotha!
  About happiness ghostly dreams
  They roar and moan in the widow's weeping!
  
  There is nothing worse than the earth than the world,
  Sketch of the war all brush in the blood!
  Anchoring foam of ether,
  You break the web at once!
  
  And if you want my life
  Then throw me Lord into hell!
  I love you anyway
  In progress, I believe in change!
  
  I believe that a person
  Able to become cleaner, higher!
  That the suffering of the age will end,
  We will become like a brother the Most High!
  
  What will we command
  In the expanse of starships!
  That our valiant army
  Stronger than the Quasar will shine!
  
  Life will never fade
  And everyone will be human!
  Like an endless ray of the year
  With a boundless and blissful age!
  
  Communism becomes real
  Believe it will be better than you dreamed!
  Progress forward, up, not down,
  Let there be joy - no sorrow!
  Vedmakova finished the song and "Emka" finally drove into Vladivostok. The pilot looked at the city with curiosity. The destruction in Vladivostok increased noticeably, some buildings were smoking, fire extinguishing teams were working on the streets, there were many teenagers with shovels, picks, and other fire extinguishing kits.
  Grandpa remarked:
  - Under the tsar, young people also worked hard, but without smiles and enthusiasm! Although you won"t get far on bare enthusiasm!
  Vedmakova objected:
  - If industry is the engine of the economy, then enthusiasm is fuel with a high octane rating!
  The old man nodded happily.
  - Well you say girl!
  "Emka" stopped near the building of the commandant's office and Vedmakova almost ran out of it. She really wanted to be on her winged horse again.
  The girl knocked on the door to the office where she was sent on the agenda. A sleepy voice followed.
  - Sign in!
  Witcher entered, proudly straightening her shoulders. In the chair sat a man in the uniform of an NKVD colonel. Such a bald and unpleasant type. He gloomily asked the pilot:
  - Full name!
  The girl quickly replied:
  -Anna Petrova Vedmakova!
  The Colonel added:
  - Military rank?
  - Air Force major and hero of the Soviet Union! - Proudly said the pilot.
  The Colonel picked up the receiver and briefly said:
  - Air Force Major Vedmakova has already arrived!
  Then he turned to the girl.
  - How do you feel? Hope healthy?
  The pilot bared her teeth.
  - I feel good! Ready to fight like a lioness!
  The Colonel nodded.
  - Great! I think the Japanese will appreciate it!
  There was a noise, the clatter of boots, and six ordinary employees of the special department, accompanied by a man in a special uniform, burst into the office. He ordered:
  - Handcuff this bitch!
  The Witcher was confused:
  - What else is this?
  The colonel barked:
  - And that! You are under arrest, citizen Vedmakova! And you will be sent to jail!
  A man in a special uniform warned:
  - This woman is very good at fighting! So be vigilant!
  Witcher smiled.
  - I will not be representatives of our valiant law enforcement agencies! Call Beria and this misunderstanding at once, clarify!
  The Colonel snorted contemptuously.
  - Here's to distract Beria! Send her to jail, and the investigation will figure it out!
  The witch nodded.
  - I am a hero of the Soviet Union and the investigation, of course, will figure it out, but it would be faster with Beria! I want to be at the controls of the plane as soon as possible!
  The colonel consoled:
  - During the war, no one will pull for a long time! Take her away!
  Vedmakova walked without resisting, and she was only slightly pushed by the barrels of machine guns of a shortened model, with which they began to equip scouts. Then they stuffed me into a black funnel and took me away. Anna Petrovna was calm, she did not feel guilty about herself, and the NKVD probably knows about her special relationship with Beria, so they will figure it out. It is even interesting to visit the prison. A real man must raise his son, serve in the army, and serve time in prison! So, probably, a warrior! Many famous people were in prisons: Stalin, Lenin, and Hitler!
  The prison was not located very far from the commandant's office, so Vedmakova was pulled out and led into the yard. There dogs growled viciously, the stone walls of the dungeon built back in the eighteenth century were dull and gray. The girl felt an involuntary excitement when she was brought inside and led through the corridors. Here is the registration window: duty questions:
  - First name, last name, patronymic, gender!
  Then turn right into a tiled room. There, at the table, sat an officer in the NKVD uniform and a leather apron, and with him a doctor in a white coat and two middle-aged women pulling thin rubber gloves on their hands.
  The sentry accompanying Vedmakova removed her handcuffs with a quick, practiced movement. The officer ordered:
  - Get undressed!
  Vedmakova was surprised:
  - What?
  The officer calmly repeated:
  - I said get undressed! A search and personal inspection are required!
  The girl blushed.
  But here are the men!
  The officer with the apron barked:
  - Can I help you! Well, throw off your rags whore!
  Vedmakova trembled, she remembered that yes, when placed in prison, a personal search is mandatory and began to take off her clothes. Women took it and carefully probed every seam. Left in her panties, Vedmakova was embarrassed, but the officer barked:
  - And take off your panties bitch! The search will be complete!
  Left in front of several men completely naked (the convoy that brought her stood still, ready to fight at any moment), the girl was embarrassed and tried to cover her with her hands.
  They hit her hard with a club on the buttocks:
  - Hands at the seams bitch!
  Vedmakova croaked, but endured. When they finished probing her clothes and ripped her boots, the officer commanded:
  Now check it out for yourself!
  The female jailers started from the head. They tousled their hair with gloved fingers, then looked into their ears, even using a tube with a flashlight. The ears were retracted several times, bending and unbending. Then looked into the nostrils:
  - Cough, please! That's it, stronger!
  The girl's nose was crushed. This was followed by an examination of the mouth. It was quite unpleasant, rough hands pressed the tongue, now and then pulled it away, then pulled harder, even almost tore it off.
  The officer spoke:
  - You need to be more careful! She might be a spy!
  The jailers began to press their fingers on their teeth, checking for any fillings that could contain important information. Vedmakova felt humiliated and spat upon; her hero of the USSR was searched like a whore, not missing anything. Then female gloved hands began to feel the girl's bare chest. They crushed her, felt literally every millimeter, shone through a flashlight. The girl's breasts swelled treacherously, and the jailers pressed more and more, then croaked:
  - No! She's clean here!
  Next, the navel and fingers were examined. The navel was pulled back, also twisted, after which it was pierced with a needle. No less carefully examined the fingers.
  - And now a gynecological search! - ordered the officer.
  The jailers ordered:
  - Bend over and spread your legs, please!
  This was followed by the most humiliating, when the hand of the jailer in a glove, rather roughly entered the bosom of the girl. Vedmakova groaned in pain and humiliation. And the hand was rigidly collapsing into the cave where the woman keeps her most valuable treasure, from which it was both painful and ticklish. The girl twitched a little, and the officer muttered maliciously:
  - Check it as carefully as possible! After all, it is in intimate places that spies usually hide documents, and sometimes a small note is enough to find out important information.
  One jailer was replaced by another, after which the search became even more painful and rude. Vedmakova realized that they just wanted to humiliate her, turning the search into torture.
  The examination of the anus was no less rough, moreover, the intestine was used, and a large enema. Apparently the pilot was indeed seriously suspected. After that, checking fingers, legs, and feet seemed like a small thing.
  However, this did not end there, the officer ordered:
  - Now on the x-ray of the stomach! There wasn't much she could swallow!
  Well, it doesn't hurt that much. A doctor was present here, he carefully looked through everything, even the heart and lungs. Finally gave the go-ahead:
  She is clean and perfectly healthy!
  The officer growled angrily:
  - It's a pity we'll shoot her anyway! However, let him play the piano for now!
  The pilot, stunned by humiliation, walked obediently like an automaton. Witcher's hands were smeared with paint and carefully squeezed onto paper. Then followed all sorts of measurements, photographing in profile, in full face. For quite a long time they were forced to stand naked, rewriting all the signs, scars and moles on the body. After that, she was rinsed in a cold shower, which, incidentally, is customary in the USSR, not only for prisoners, they were given prison uniforms.
  - Get dressed bitch!
  The robe was actually sackcloth, sewn from burlap and embroidered with a prison number. They didn"t give the girl shoes, apparently considering them an unnecessary luxury for the enemies of the people, and so, barely covered, they took her to the cell.
  There had just been mass arrests, the prison was overcrowded and buzzing. Vedmakova was thrown into a cramped cage, where there were already more than a hundred women, mostly young girls from among the military and servants. When the pilot was brought into the cell, she could not take a step, the prisoner cluttered up the entire floor. It was very dark in the cell, the window was boarded up with boards, it was stuffy and smelled strongly, apparently they had not taken out the bucket for a long time.
  The girls were half-naked, and some were completely naked, they took their clothes. Several of them were delirious and asked for a drink. The witch stopped and asked:
  - I can't take a step! Where should I go!
  - Where brought there and stop! - Ordered from the darkness, probably the eldest in the cell. - There is no place for us.
  Vedmakova, realizing that this was stupid, nevertheless asked:
  - What are you girls for?
  Voices followed:
  - Yes, here is Article 58, or even without any charges at all! What are you for?
  Witcher quipped:
  - Yes, Beria was raped!
  There was a friendly laugh of the girls and exclamations:
  - Yes, she is ours!
  Who squeaked from the darkness:
  - Hang a little of this Beria!
  An ominous voice interrupted:
  -Enough! And so already more than half a thousand men were shot in the yard! We, too, can be taken for a walk with the whole camera!
  Witcher barked:
  - Well, no, if they take me to be shot, I won"t give in like that!
  . CHAPTER #8
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to fight for a bright tomorrow together with the girl Margarita Korshunova.
  They fought in Stalingrad. They fought with all colossal courage. And the eternal children did not think to retreat and succumb to the enemy.
  But the forces were unequal and the Nazis gradually moved forward. But very slow and throwing the approaches to the houses, and the streets with the corpses of mercenaries.
  Moscow was surrounded but still fighting. And it also had its beautiful girls. who are truly rich.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita were shooting back in Stalingrad. At the same time, the boy tried to compose something, according to AI.
  Presidential candidate of Belarus Alexander Lukashenko was not allowed to participate in the elections. They found fault with the fact that the Slavic Cathedral withdrew signatures. As a result, there were not six candidates, but five. And the main struggle unfolded between Zenon Pozdnyak and Kebich. The pro-Russian and more moderate Kebich advanced to the second round with a slight margin. And then he won the anti-Russian Poznyak with a big difference.
  Lukashenka protested that he was removed illegally. But in general, there was nothing but noise.
  Kebich won very confidently. And he became the first Belarusian president.
  Soon Belarus entered the ruble zone. The situation in the economy remained in crisis. There wasn't enough money. But the country was in the ruble zone.
  Kebich proposed a process of integration with Russia. The convergence of laws began, the borders opened, the economy united. Supranational bodies were created.
  In 1999 new presidential elections were held in Belarus. The economy was in deep crisis after the Russian default. But the influence of the communists has greatly increased. Lukashenka, on the other hand, quarreled with everyone and did not create his own party, and was pushed aside by other forces. The main struggle unfolded between Kalyakin and Kebich. Zenon Poznyak had lost popularity by this time. As well as the Belarusian Popular Front as a whole.
  The communists became stronger.
  In Russia, history has also changed a bit. Zyuganov won the president a little more votes, although he did not manage to win. Lebed was the Secretary of the Security Council for a couple of months longer. But, in general, this is not so significant. The most important difference is that Chernomyrdin was not dismissed. And as a result, he remained prime minister even after the default. Kebich, however, despite the help of Chernomyrdin, still lost in the second round, and Kalyakin became the president of Belarus.
  And in Russia, after the departure of Yeltsin, Chernomyrdin went to the presidency. The Russian economy has already moved into growth and Viktor Stepanovich, albeit with great difficulty, with the help of Zhirinovsky, who took third place, defeated Zyuganov.
  Thus, in Russia, Chernomyrdin became president, Zhirinovsky became secretary of the security council and first assistant to the president. Putin has so far remained on the sidelines. Zyuganov is the leader of the opposition. Primakov is still Minister of Foreign Affairs.
  So everything went according to plan. Kalyakin continued the process of integration, but not yet united. The economies went up. Chernomyrdin waged war in Chechnya. Negotiated with Maskhadov. And eventually achieved stability there.
  Chernomyrdin won the next election easily over Zyuganov. Kalyakin was also easily elected for a second term. Everything was going more or less smoothly. The Belarusian economy was on the rise.
  But Kalyakin did not go to a third term. His successor was a colleague Novikov.
  Chernomyrdin did not run for a third term either. Chernomyrdin was succeeded by Zhirinovsky. The latter, of course, became much more moderate, but increased pressure on Belarus - demanding accession to Russia.
  The newcomer balked. Because of what he was under sanctions.
  Zhirinovsky was more rigid and pressed harder ... As a result, the pro-Russian forces held a referendum in Belarus, which coincided with a severe economic crisis. And Belarus became part of Russia. This intensified anti-Western sentiment.
  In 2014, Zhirinovsky, taking advantage of the occasion of the Maidan in Ukraine and the overthrow of Yanukovych, sent troops. The Ukrainian army was not combat-ready and the Russians disarmed it. Yanukovych and the Rada, at gunpoint, announced a referendum. Russia annexed this republic to itself.
  In order for Ukrainians to rebel less, Zhirinovsky moved the capital of Russia to Kyiv. And this influenced the results of the referendum. Vladimir Volfovich himself, in the next presidential election, was triumphantly elected for a third term, abolishing all restrictions in a referendum.
  Alexander Lukashenko has retired and has sunk into oblivion. Putin served as chairman of the FSB until 2012, when he was sixty years old. And Zhirinovsky, who liked to rejuvenate the team, did not replace him with a forty-year-old capable officer. The governor of Belarus, who replaced Novik, also became younger.
  Russia, however, fell under the sanctions of the West, but they were not very significant. Zhirinovsky fought in Syria and Iraq. He created his own state for the Kurds and, on the whole, acted more decisively than Vladimir Putin. Moreover, Russia launched a missile attack on Saudi Arabia and sharply inflated oil prices.
  Then a big war began between Iran and the United States. What pushed up oil prices even more. Meanwhile, Russia took and annexed the Baltic States and Moldova. And then, taking advantage of the turmoil in Kazakhstan after the departure of Nazarbayev, she included this republic in her circulation.
  A referendum was also held, and Russia acquired another province.
  Gradually, the restoration of the USSR proceeded.
  In 2020, Zhirinovsky updated the record in the elections for the fourth term of the President of Russia. Until he left.
  And Russia moved across Central Asia. In Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, Russian troops appeared and referendums were held on joining Russia.
  So the country was restored to the former borders of the USSR.
  But this was not enough for Zhirinovsky. And he, without unnecessary prejudices, occupied Finland with troops. And there, of course, with an almost 100% result, by holding a referendum. And joining her.
  Thus, Russia returned its own. Relations with China worsened somewhat due to claims to Port Arthur and the eviction of the yellows from Siberia.
  But while China was afraid against Russia and blather.
  But in Alaska there was a military coup, and Russian troops occupied it. And they held a referendum on returning to Russia. At the same time, America was forced to recognize the invalidity of the deal on the sale of Alaska to Russia.
  Thus...
  Oleg Rybachenko stopped and started shooting again.
  The boy fired a burst and then threw a grenade with his bare foot. Scattered the Nazis and tweeted:
  - We are invincible!
  Margarita also fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare toes, crushed the Fritz and yelled:
  - And always united!
  The children fought very bravely.
  The boy again slashed at the enemies with a burst. He threw a grenade at the caterpillar with his bare toes. As a result, two tanks collided. Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to you, our Russian land,
  In the name of sacred Russia,
  Native councils family!
  The girl again threw the grenade with her bare foot. Shot down a dozen fascists and sang:
  - There is a cow on the mountain,
  Be healthy children!
  The boy gave a turn, mowed down the Fritz and chirped:
  - Motherland in my heart,
  Luckily, we'll open the door!
  And after that, his childish leg, threw a grenade. He is a kid who is truly a deadly carrier of destruction.
  Margarita is also an arrow with colossal accuracy.
  The girl took it and sang:
  - No, the vigilant will not fade,
  The gaze of a falcon, eagle-
  The voice of the people is sonorous -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  The girl, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, took it and chirped further;
  Stalin lives in my heart
  So that we do not know sadness -
  Opened the door to space
  The stars were shining above us!
  And the girl laughed. She slashed at the fascists. She knocked out their ranks and squeaked:
  I believe the whole world will wake up -
  There will be an end to fascism...
  The sun will shine brightly
  The way, illuminating communism!
  And again the girl deftly throws a grenade with her bare foot. Pushing each other Nazi tanks.
  Natasha also fights. In Stalingrad, girls are just heroes.
  And sing to themselves with courage:
  - My homeland is the darkness of the universe,
  I can crush the onslaught of evil enemies ...
  I can't love a day without you
  I'm ready to give my life for you!
  And Natasha throws a grenade with her bare foot.
  Next, Zoya is firing. Beautiful girl in a bikini. Will give a turn, mow down the Nazis.
  And then a killer gift will fly from her bare foot.
  Zoya sang, baring her teeth:
  - I love destroying enemies! Such a girl!
  And again, the beauty with her bare toes will start destruction.
  And then Aurora fires. Also a red-haired devil how to drive on the Nazis.
  And with her bare foot, a grenade fired will smear the Wehrmacht fighters on gravel.
  The girl squeaks:
  - Tili, tili, trawl, wali ...
  Beat the Nazis by my strength,
  I can't refuse now!
  And again the warrior shoots accurately.
  Further fire is led by Svetlana. And also with bare toes, she threw an explosion package.
  Well, the Fritz got it.
  The girl, frankly, is a rock warrior.
  And how to sing:
  - Glory to Rus' over the Earth,
  We will always be with a dream!
  And four girls on the Nazis and how they will hit. In general, they are like saints from the battalion of angels of death. And the Nazis in Stalingrad get it.
  But it's getting harder and harder and harder.
  Stalingrad is still holding out, but the Nazis have already been able to take the Dry. There is also a strong fleet from the sea among the Nazis. Including captured British ships.
  They literally wounded the entire coast. And the Turks are advancing from the south. It gets really creepy.
  Natasha and her girls from Sukhimi were able to fly to Stalingrad, capturing a German plywood plane.
  And now, too, in Stalingrad. Like, this city is the fascists, no matter how hard you try not to take it.
  Natasha throws a murderous present with her bare foot, tearing the Nazis into torn meat, and sings:
  - Our life will be wonderful!
  Zoya, throwing a grenade with her bare foot, added, baring her teeth:
  - If, of course, we win!
  And the girl shook her scarlet nipples.
  Aurora, firing, roared:
  - And let our Fatherland be famous!
  And, with bare toes, he will throw a murderous present. Crush opponents, and squeak:
  - Glory to Great Rus'!
  And then Svetlana took the line and blasted it. I carved out a hundred Nazis. Then she launched a grenade with her bare foot, and squeaked:
  - To the new light of science and prosperity!
  And the four girls are fighting again, and they are not going to lower their noses.
  Natashka lifted the explosive package with two bare feet. And because of all her strength, she threw it into a Nazi tank.
  The E-75, having received damage, stopped and began to smoke.
  Natasha sang:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang,
  In all ages, that's why she and Rus'!
  Then Zoya took it and launched a killer present with her bare toes. And another tank of the Nazis stopped, lined.
  Zoya tweeted:
  - Yes, the future is ours!
  Glory to great Russia!
  Aurora fired from a machine gun. Mowed down a lot of fascists. Then she said aggressively:
  - Glory to the heroes of the USSR!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, a grenade flies again. Here is the redheaded girl. Just an invincible terminator.
  And how Svetlana took it, and crushed the Nazis. And knocked them down like a sharp hayfield.
  Then she chirped:
  - Glory to the land of Russia!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, such a deadly fragmentation grenade flies.
  The warrior squeaked:
  - For the Soviet empire!
  Natasha shooting, says:
  - For the greatest of empires!
  And again, something that kills the Nazis with an enormous guarantee flies from her bare foot.
  And the girl sings:
  - Glory to my Motherland -
  Glory to Russia!
  Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare foot. She cut off a lot of Nazis and squeaked:
  - Great Russia - great glory!
  And winked at her companions.
  Girls of course almost naked. In a bikini, tanned, muscular, beautiful, and curvy.
  How charming girls look when almost naked! And why even clothes!
  Next, Aurora actively shoots. And with his bare foot, he will throw something that kills the Nazis.
  Then he sings:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  Svetlana continued to fire. She cut down the Nazis and chirped:
  - For great achievements!
  And with a bare foot, how to launch a grenade. And again, the Nazis are dumb.
  Well done Russian girls. They are people of aerobatics.
  And then there are the pilots: Mirabela and Anastasia. The same as being slapped on the Fritz.
  Yes, Hitler's hordes scatter from such girls.
  Warriors fight on Yak-9. The car seems to be outdated. But quite effective. Although in speed and armament inferior to the Luftwaffe.
  Only one 20 mm cannon and a machine gun for the girls, against an ME-262 with five 30 mm cannons.
  But here Mirabela deftly maneuvers, comes into the tail of the winged fascist vulture. And shoots him. Knocks out metal, burns the enemy clean.
  Then Mirabela sang:
  - Higher and higher and higher
  Airplanes fly like birds...
  We tear down fascist roofs
  And the valor of the soldiers is beyond the borders!
  And here is Anastasia, how she will take it and gouge at the Nazis. She's a terminator girl.
  He will crush the faces of the Nazi bandits, and squeak:
  - Great glory will come for Rus'!
  And also with bare feet will press on the pedals. And another Messerschmitt falls.
  Girls fight in panties alone. And they are very good. They flutter rapidly on weaker engines. And they leave from the shots of the enemy.
  Mirabela cutting off Fritz, squeaks:
  - No crows, you can't beat us!
  And again the warrior creeps out to a deadly distance.
  And the new Nazi machine falls.
  The sandal girl knows what she's doing. And she's doing great.
  Here is a fascist trying to cover the warrior from a distance. And she leaves. And by some miracle, again at the tail of the enemy.
  And knocks down Fritz, squeaking:
  - Nothing is impossible for Russians!
  And again the warrior makes a desperate U-turn. And another car falls pierced.
  Mirabella tweeted:
  - Truly the world has been created for Russia!
  And again, how to get out. And how to give in to the enemy!
  Anastasia also knocks down a German car and squeals:
  - All our land will be famous, but there will be no catch for us!
  And the girls are more and more divergent!
  What can deal with them? Is that an aggressive hurricane!
  More precisely, a hurricane cannot overcome them!
  Natasha meanwhile fights and sings:
  We will fight for Russia!
  And also with a bare foot, how to launch a grenade of a murderous caliber.
  And grind the Nazis into chips of metal and bloody meat.
  Zoya, too, will throw a deadly and red-hot one with her bare foot, and, jumping up, will give out:
  - And for the new order of communism throughout the world!
  And bare his teeth.
  Aurora then fires hard. He shoots himself, mows down the Nazis and squeaks, baring his teeth:
  - For progress!
  And from her bare foot rushes something that is capable of shattering any obstacle.
  And then in the battle Svetlana. Such a killer girl.
  And she's also blonde. How she slashes at the Nazis ... And then a murderous present flies from her bare foot. He will crush the Nazis, and turn them into devilish flames.
  Terminator girls how to hiss:
  - Praise my word of honor!
  Komsomol word!
  Warriors how to shoot at the Nazis. And let's shoot them like rabid dogs.
  Here are the Terminators! And they crush the Nazis - well, devils!
  Natasha said with pathos:
  - We will fight for socialism,
  For our Soviet Russia,
  For a new great order!
  And again, a deadly present flies from her bare foot.
  Zoya also acts quite energetically. Crushes the fascists. And doesn't let them down. And her bare feet flicker like a propeller.
  The Warrior says with fervor:
  - In the name of sacred Rus',
  Russia will be glorified!
  And again the warrior with full excitement fights.
  Then Aurora throws a gift of death with a bare foot. How it sweeps the Nazis in all directions. And says with rage:
  - I am the world champion in boxing!
  And then Svetlana will launch the murderous and destructive. And her bare foot is so nimble.
  And the warrior chirped:
  - I am the strongest in the world,
  We will soak the Nazis in the toilet -
  Does not believe Motherland tear,
  And we will give the evil oligarchs in the brain!
  . CHAPTER #9
  Participating in heavy battles, Vedmakova hardly slept for several days, and therefore, despite the extreme crampedness in the prison cell, stuffiness and stench, she fell asleep almost immediately.
  She dreamed that she was in the Middle Ages and led a rebellion of slaves, becoming a kind of Spartacus in a skirt! After the first success, the brave warrior girl, the muscular girl, gathered the rebels and offered to choose their own leaders.
  Vedmakova, as expected, became the head of an already rather large detachment, and offered the mighty hero Turan as her first deputy.
  And here the slaves were unanimous. Then they chose ten's men. The decimal system is the simplest and Vedmakova decided that nothing should be complicated.
  Armed with trophies, and taking cockroach snails (in a heavy dream, the subconscious of the Witches broke out), they moved on.
  To strengthen her authority and stretch her legs, Vedmakova walked, moving like a cat. Then the girl started running, feeling the small, sharp pebbles of the rocky road with the soles of her bare feet. But the warrior did not pay attention to the pain, moreover, she was ahead of everyone. As it turned out, not in vain. Three enemy fighters sat in ambush, and they could raise a premature alarm. The leader of the uprising climbed a tree and jumped on the enemies from above. Her movements are like a dance of a hybrid of tigers and cobras, a slight cry and subsided with severed heads.
  - That's how I break the resistance!
  Vedmakova could not resist playing for the public, showing severed heads to slaves. There was a roar of approval in response.
  Soon the estates with plantations appeared. The carved houses are real palaces with decorations and statues. Fountains were visible here and there. From one statue in the form of Zeus with butterfly wings and mouths on the stomach, legs and chest: seven jets were beaten. The fields are rich, fat, with a likeness of golden cotton, grain with large spikelets, chickpeas and other things. They employed many slaves. There were both men and women, as well as many children. Of course overseers, guards. But in general, of course, there are much more slaves, and with shovels and hoes.
  Vedmakova raised a home-made banner hastily sewn by slave girls: With the image of a Sword and a hoe! Other slaves rushed to the attack.
  Meanwhile, several male and female slaves were hanging from the posts, their hands and feet were pierced with nails. It seems that these children of injustice were doomed to torment. Seeing the approaching liberators, the crucified girl yelled with an unexpectedly strong voice:
  - Retribution has come, beat the owners!
  The leader of the Witcher, as always ahead. Her cockroach snail reared up and knocked down two guards at once. The rest leaned back, one in fear, even ran into his own spear. Intestines protruded from the pierced belly. The girl chuckled.
  - You are weak warriors if you are afraid of a horse!
  Miloslava, who became her squire, fought on the right hand, the axes in the hands of the girl, like the razor of a clever barber. So famously cuts off the fighters.
  Turan did not yield either. He launched a stone that broke the guard's chest, and joined the fray. It was evident that the hard work had done him good, not the muscles of the millstone. True, Vedmakova moved faster.
  The slaves quit working, but have not yet joined the fray. Apparently they were confused. True, the same restless boy, jumping up to the working boys, shouted:
  - You cowards! Who is behind me is the hero, who without me is the lousy pig!
  The boys were the first to respond. They rushed at the overseers. Here is one guy of fourteen years old who hit his "guardian" with a hoe so that his head shattered like a pumpkin. It worked, and the other slaves, even the usually modest and patient girls, rushed into the fray.
  Now the battle was chaotic, but the numerical superiority, as well as desperation, were on the side of the slaves. And, of course, they took over.
  Passa is what is difficult to expect from a girl who studied right in front of her eyes. She grappled with the guard, he began to push her. So she deceived him, took the sword away and hit him right in the neck.
  - That's what I call a snack! - The girl snapped. - Look, don't get drunk!
  The first estate was liberated quickly, the detachment grew right before our eyes. The uprising spread like wildfire engulfing the fields. Vedmakova galloped forward. Horsemen rushed towards him, as a rule, they got to the very top of the head. But the guard did not give up. A particularly stubborn battle was near the seven-string fountain. Here the planters moved the horse reserve into battle.
  The brave Vedmakova was surrounded on all sides. She was rescued only by the extraordinary quickness of a specially fattened cockroach snail. Here is an exact lunge and the chopped opponent falls. However, the girl was first wounded in the shoulder, then in the stomach, and then her leg was nearly cut off. Then Vedmakova began to throw tiny daggers. Sharp as a razor, they fell into the eyes, sometimes into the mouth. However, most of the warriors were half-naked because of the heat, and for such soldiers it is enough to pierce the chest. A few horsemen fell, but the rest pressed on. There were so many swords that they looked like a comb in motion. So they are pouring from all sides.
  But Miloslava, Passa, Turan, and other slaves arrived in time. Having cut into the ranks, they walked like a skating rink, you can see how the corpses flew off, and somehow armed slaves hurried to their aid because of all their strength.
  The infantry attacked the riders, the exhausted slaves avenged the pain and humiliation.
  - Seize the enemy ring and do not let go! - Commanded Vedmakova.
  Before her eyes, a slave with a cut head fell, but a dozen guards fell after him.
  - Take the number! - Ordered the young leader of the uprising.
  More and more slaves entered the battle. It was seen how the boys climbed the horses with a run, rushed at the riders, and used their teeth, used pointed stones.
  The slaves seemed to know no fear, they took revenge for the long years of humiliation, when no one considered them to be people. In addition, many of them were born free and have not yet forgotten the intoxicating aroma of will.
  Having finished with the "equestrian" detachment, Vedmakova moved on. The last serious obstacle on his way was a citadel cut down from large trees. There was quite a lot of security there.
  - Search the estates and grab the ladders. she shouted. - If that's not enough, make them yourself.
  The slaves hastily built assault devices.
  - Stairs should be wide, so that many warriors could pass through them at a time. - Vedmakova pointed out.
  Massacre still raged on other estates. In some places, the servants went over to the side of the rebels, but in a number of cases, out of habit, they resisted. The overseers were killed quickly - these are far from the toughest warriors. The last stronghold of enemy resistance was detinets. Vedmakova, as always, was the first to climb the wall. He was hit several times with an arrow, but fought off the deadly gifts with a shield. The nearest warrior was hit so hard that even though he managed to parry, he tumbled off the wall.
  Miloslava managed to pry off the guard with a hook, also throwing off the enemy. The snow-white Passa has already bewitched the enemy soldiers with its very appearance. While they were looking at her violently heaving breasts, with seductive breasts, the girl kicked in the groin with her feet, and then slashed. Vedmakova, climbing the walls, cut down without pity. The enemy had already lost morale, more and more slaves were climbing the wall. They broke through, there were a lot of stairs, and the guards did not have time to beat them all off. At the bottom, the truth was lying dead and wounded slaves, the assault could not do without losses. Here the slave and the guard grappled together and collapsed from a decent height. They were hurt, but remained, alive, continued to strangle each other.
  The restless boy, Vedmakova forgot to ask his last name, was also on the wall. Taking advantage of his small stature, he slipped between the officer's legs, then kicked him in the back with both feet, simultaneously crashing under the knees. He flew forward, bumping into a pitchfork that was held by an adult slave ..
  - That's so caught that painfully biting! - The boy stuck out his thin tongue, teasing the guards.
  - Oh, you bare-footed snake! - The fighter standing on the right cursed and slashed the boy with a sword.
  The boy leaned back and spat into his eye from his pipe. How desperately the enemy screamed, breaking down. The kid did not stand on ceremony and finished him off with a sword. The child's hands, although thin, were sinewy and strong - hardened by hard work.
  Other boys also showed pressure, fought like hell, squealing and swearing, choosing cool expressions!
  The wall was quickly cleared, inside the battle dragged on a little, fearing the revenge of the slaves, the owners fought desperately. True, regrown bellies are bad helpers in a fight with rabid slaves.
  The main owner, Sheikh Samuma, tried to leave through the underground passage. He took with him a bag of stones and gold. Maybe he had a chance, but greed let him down. The beautiful girl Rakhita, and even with the copper color of her skin, is too much of a temptation.
  - And follow me bitch! - Sheikh grabbed her by the lush hair.
  - No need, I'll go myself, sir! she pleaded.
  - Not a whore! I like to carry you! The sadistic dignitary chuckled.
  - But it hurts! - The slave twitched her bare legs.
  - When we're gone, I'll have you hanged by your hair and set on fire. The Sheikh licked his lips carnivorously.
  - You're a beast! But I love you, believe me!
  The girl snuggled up to the owner, who put his dirty snout to her clean face and began to lick. Here Rakhita's hand found a dagger on the sheikh's belt and thrust it into his swollen stomach with all his might.
  Here's a creature of darkness.
  The Sheikh dropped the bag and let go of his hair. His hands tried to close the deep hole, the intestines fell out.
  - Creature! Echidna! he growled.
  - No! I did the right thing! How many girls and men have you tortured. He even impaled children and nailed them to a post. This is just revenge! - exclaimed the girl.
  - Damn!
  - Goddess! You beat me up! - The slave girl kicked the sheikh's plump, bleeding belly.
  - Few hit! - He wheezed.
  - But noble blood flows in me! - The barefoot slave flashed her teeth.
  - Nothing whore! The troops will crush the rebellion, and you will be so tortured that I will seem like an angel to you! - I found the strength to growl the Sheikh.
  - Do they have a fantasy richer than yours? The girl stuck out her tongue.
  - Enough for you! The rich man twitched and groaned. - Hurt! Bring me facifi ointments.
  - Why? - Slyly inquired the girl.
  - I'll give you this bag of gold. Sheikh begged.
  - He's mine! Okay, just out of mercy, where's the fatsifi ointment? The girl smiled slyly.
  Do you know the closet in the shape of a flying cow? - The rich man wheezed, stammering.
  - Yes! I saw such a beautiful one with pebbles.
  - So you need to put your hand in your head, and you can easily get a box of ointment. You will come for me and smear. - Sheikh muttered, almost losing consciousness.
  "Even a villain deserves medical attention. Wait for me!
  The girl ran into the room. She did not care about the rich man, but such a valuable ointment is very rare and useful to the rebels. And then she will betray the hated freak to the rebels.
  The slaves have already fled to the rooms. Two of them saw a beautiful half-naked girl. Healthy guys hungry for female affection rushed to her. The girl worked hard, was muscular, and therefore easily pushed the attacker away, with strong legs, and shouted:
  - If you want to get money. Know that there, in the basement, an aggressive type cries, with a bag of gold.
  - We do not like aggression! - ironically objected guys.
  But he's also rich! - The girl snapped.
  - Then it's better, let's fight! Where is the cellar? - The rebellious slaves chattered.
  - Follow my hand there! The slave waved her right hand.
  Young, black slaves rushed to where her pestle pointed. The girl smiled and ran into the room. The furnishings were quite rich, but disorderly. And here is the locker cast in gold. Rakhita, without thinking twice, stuck her hand in. She slid inward and at that moment her jaw closed.
  Beauty squealed, razor-sharp teeth cutting off her wrist.
  - Oh, how painful! she screamed, then squeezed out. - It's so mean!
  Despite the wild pain, the girl frantically tried to bandage her hand. Vedmakova, hearing women's cries, decided that someone was being raped, and quickly burst into the room. Seeing the beauty covered in blood, she screamed:
  - Who dared to do this?! I'll put his dignity on his ass! - In a fit of anger, the warrior could be rude.
  Tears poured from Rakhita's eyes, not so much even from pain for her, many times a whipped slave is no stranger to, as from the realization that now she is a cripple.
  - It is he! The girl pointed to the closet.
  If that's the case, then it's terrible! - Vedmakova slashed the grinning insect on the head with force. The structure bent from the impact, the softer gold was cut. The warrior continued to beat until she smashed the locker into pieces.
  The girl turned noticeably pale, and the snow-white Passa jumped up to her. She deftly applied a tourniquet, stopping the bleeding. Vedmakova took out a severed hand, the limb turned pale, but was still warm.
  - Great! - We must call Khirov. Maybe he will grow it. The warrior whistled loudly.
  Passa asked:
  - Who advised you to stick your hand here?
  - Samma!
  - What did you put in yourself? - Vedmakova was surprised.
  - No, this freak's name is Samuma. - Corrected the girl.
  - If so, then it needs to be quartered. The warrior rolled her eyes.
  - He's in the basement and badly injured. You will be able to catch him. If you don't breathe.
  Vedmakova tried to hold the brush, when suddenly she turned into a slippery lizard, which tried to sneak away. If the warrior weren"t so dexterous from birth, maybe she succeeded. Especially who grabbed it not by the tail, but by the neck.
  - Wow, weird magic. We must show Khirov.
  The face of the wounded girl became dull, and she lost consciousness.
  Passa picked it up just in time:
  - Nervous girl, but beautiful! It will be a pity if she remains a cripple.
  Well, I hope this gets fixed. Only now Khirov missed somewhere, he promised to be next to me. - Vedmakova shrugged her shoulder in displeasure.
  - I am here! The sorcerer jumped out from behind the door. - I feel magic.
  - And I'm holding it in my hands! - snarled Witch.
  - Well, that's not bad! This is a mixture of a jellyfish and a lizard, you see it is translucent, you can see how three hearts are beating. The warlock chuckled.
  - What is impressive. The girl lost her arm and instead of her a lizard jellyfish. I think, despite all the dexterity of such a creature, this is not an entirely equivalent replacement! - The warrior was by no means inclined to joke.
  - But one of the parts of the body can swim, and this is not bad at all. Some kind of superpower! The sorcerer winked slyly.
  - What does it mean, is it a disability? - I did not understand the Witcher.
  - How to say! After all, it is no longer just an animal, but a part of the female body. And managing animals is difficult. Now this tiny lizard is able to shrink and slip into any gap or climb through the wall. In addition, it is almost invisible, this species is like a chameleon. - Began to explain the sorcerer.
  - Pulsarno! - Said, demonstrating Pass's enthusiasm. - I didn't think it was possible. Cut off the brush and make it spy.
  - It happens that defeat promises big troubles, but this is only a reflection of a future victory. The sorcerer noticed.
  "So you're not going to disenchant her?" - Clarified Vedmakova.
  - No! In war, valor and good intelligence bring victory. To hit, you must first see the target, otherwise you will dislocate your fist. But in order to avoid trouble, the wound must be healed. - Hirovo answered softly.
  - It is not good for a girl to be a cripple. After all, it will spoil her! Can you make it look like a real limb, a human hand? - Vedmakova inquired.
  - I will think! Maybe I can fix it. In general, most magicians are much better at killing than healing. - Hirovo stressed with pressure.
  - I agree with that! Any fool can cripple, not every smart one can cure. - Vedmakova, for persuasiveness, even twisted her finger at the whiskey.
  - Many rude executioners - few doctors!
  The slaves dragged the owner of Samum, it seems that he is dead. Rakhita came to her senses, her face twisted in annoyance.
  - Again he deceived everyone! He left without paying his bills.
  - I'll have him hanged! - Said Vedmakova. - Let his corpse be a warning to all who are vile and greedy. A greedy person is always generous with tears of disappointment!
  - It is reasonable! But who will give me back my hand? The girl was ready to cry.
  - Here he is! - Indicated the leader of the uprising.
  Khirov bowed, a cord caught fire in his hands.
  - Do not worry! You don't have to be crippled. So Rakhita will have to become a great spy for you. After all, you want to take revenge on all the rich and powerful in this empire.
  - Of course. Do not be a slave, humiliated in the dust! - exclaimed the girl.
  - So you can help us! This empire is badly governed, so the grave will fix the hunchbacked system! - The sorcerer emitted a beam of energy from his index finger.
  - Strange! I see a lot of energy in you. And wisdom! I'm ready to join you! - exclaimed the slave.
  - You will be hurt, but you will be able to prevail! Without pain there is no valor, without valor there is no victory! - He declared, demonstrating the philosophical mindset of the sorcerer.
  - I'm a woman - so I'm used to endure. Rakhita nodded.
  - When patience is not enough, singing will help! - Khirov quipped.
  Everyone laughed. Vedmakova was in a good mood. The beginning was victorious, which means there is no time to waste. First of all, it is necessary to form an army of slaves before they scatter. So the people are like iron, until it cools down, give it the desired shape. The warrior girl came out onto the wall, climbed onto the dais and ordered, in a thunderous voice:
  - Trumpet collection collect everyone!
  Passa asked:
  - Women too?!
  - Yes! We'll need every sword. Hurry up, but know that there will be no robberies, we will divide everything equally.
  The collection of slaves took some time, I even had to use whips. Vedmakova herself was forced to help a few of those who did not lose their heads and curb robberies. The girl gave a good blow to the ears of the five most zealous bandits, one even cut off her head. Droplets of blood fell on her face, Vedmakova licked them greedily. It worked. The general gathering was held in the dark by the light of torches. There were thousands of freed slaves, Vedmakova even estimated by eye that there were at least twelve thousand, although there are many children and women among them.
  She performed from the highest tower of the citadel. The sorcerer stood on the opposite side, he controlled the whole gathering. Slaves were brutally exploited, and the weak were executed or slaughtered. So in general, if we take the physical parameters, they looked like good fighters. It's just that they need training. Vedmakova delivered an incendiary speech. She was especially persistent in explaining the need to create a large liberation army.
  - Unity, courage, selflessness - the keys to victory, freedom, happiness! Without discipline there is no army, and without an army one cannot find freedom! Labor has made us stronger, multiplied by the mind will give freedom, and together with good luck will bring happiness!
  So let's become one and break the chains! - The warrior spoke.
  The slaves cheered their approval! Only one slave, with many scars and a proud look, was silent. His gaze expressed the most extreme degree of contempt.
  Vedmakova again offered to choose a single leader of the uprising!
  - The commander is like the top of the pyramid - there should be only one, otherwise even such a solid structure will collapse!
  Slaves screamed:
  -Right! Lead us.
  You great warrior will be our leader! - Unexpectedly managed to outshout all the boy.
  This surprised Vedmakova: how is this even possible. She peered more attentively, in the hands of the child there was something similar to a wind pipe only thicker. And with the help of this device, he rumbled.
  - The boy will go far! What is his name? - The warrior inquired.
  - Dick! I specifically recognized. Pass said.
  - Simple name! - Vedmakova was clearly expecting something more exotic.
  - Why complexity!
  - Let's vote! - announced the sorcerer. He had such a thunderous voice that the palm trees shook. - Whoever is in favor of the Witcher warrior being the leader, raise your right hand! Vote for truth, freedom and honor! And your life will be such that the gods envy! -
  The slaves, overwhelmed by enthusiasm, almost unanimously threw up their right hands. They looked like a warrior, and their unanimity led to the idea that, if Hirov had used his charms here.
  Isn't it true that his arrival gave them freedom and the opportunity to feel like real people. So, it is natural to meet Vedmakova like rain in a drought. Joy was read on the faces of the former slaves. It was like waking up.
  Here, with general rejoicing, a mighty slave, richly decorated with scars, stepped forward. He spoke in his deep voice.
  - There were, and will be, many who want to lead to happiness. But do you have the moral right to do so!
  - Which!? - The Witcher grinned her mouth full of teeth. The biceps on his bare arms bulged.
  - Who are you?! A descendant of a noble family, or a commoner. Or maybe even a runaway slave like Gissor. He also promised a lot, but ended his life on a stake. And with him twenty thousand slaves. - Chopped off by a mighty slave.
  - A lot will depend on us. I see scars on you, you were most likely not born a slave, I can distinguish the wounds caused by a whip or a sword with spears! - Said Vedmakova.
  - You guessed the warrior unknown to me! I am the Comte de Forsa, descendant of fearsome kings. But do you know your father's name? - Asked a noble slave.
  - The nobility of the family has the same relation to courage, as the length of the hair to the mind! - Parried Vedmakova and immediately added. -No valor of the ancestors will help the coward!
  - You speak beautifully. Like a fairground jester, how brave is your heart? The slave raised his eyebrows menacingly.
  - Well, you're a hero! Count, but measured against the fate of a slave, where was your pride and courage! - Vedmakova has already begun to wind up.
  I had my own reasons for this. And what, you don't need to know, less knowledge - it's easier to die! I challenge you to a fight to the death, and if you dare not only in words, then you will accept the challenge! roared the Comte de Force.
  - You can be sure of that! The warrior snapped.
  The slaves cleared the arena. Witcher came down and checked the sword. Her opponent stood in front of her. He had his own weapon at once, two sharply sharpened swords. Just in case, the warrior took out another sword from her bosom.
  Count de Force was much taller than the Witchers, much broader in the shoulders, although he did not seem so muscular and embossed, a girl worthy of becoming a world fitness champion. However, there was no fat, and the tendon ligaments were tight and swollen. In addition, there was a huge experience in every movement, and the jumping gait spoke volumes. A smirk played on their faces, it was no longer contemptuous, but rather sympathetic.
  - Well, you got stuck, girl! You will not envy. The Count showed her his fist.
  - Why are you so self-confident? The Witcher's anger intensified.
  - I won many fights and tournaments. In my kingdom, I was considered one of the best fighters, many considered me even the best. - Forsa, shook his chest muscles, which looked like two shields standing next to each other.
  - It's because you fought only with the nobility, and they have degenerated and grown fat. Now, if you got along with a talented commoner, little of your glory remained! - Confidently answered Vedmakova.
  - Lay the dog until a stick walked along the back, or rather my sword! - All the fullness of arrogance returned to the count.
  - This is very interesting! A blade made of the strongest steel rusts in the hands of a talker and a coward! - Vedmakova did not cease to shine with eloquence.
  - Well, this is most likely to apply to you, female bastard! Forsa growled.
  - Maybe stop fencing in tongues, and use something harder! - Vedmakova reproduced an elegant figure eight.
  - Mutually!
  The count and the leader of the rebels met face to face. The swords were moving swiftly, striking with full force. Sparks flew from the blows, a ringing was heard.
  The count attacked several times. He tried the double-barrel technique, but Vedmakova repulsed the attacks, noting that her noble opponent had decent speed.
  - What are you playing!
  - On the strings of death!
  The Count again brought down a series of blows, he tried complex combinations. Vedmakova retreated slightly, made a counterattack, slightly catching the enemy by the chest.
  She studied the movements of an experienced warrior, not hurrying to bed. The Count grinned, his eyes twinkling:
  - You are not so simple at all! Maybe not even quite a slave, although you walk barefoot.
  - I was born free and lived in the forest! My neck has never known a yoke. It is unthinkable to submit to force. A truly free person submits to three things - reason, love, God. A slave in his soul is submissive - to passions, lust, God's servants! - Beautifully answered Vedmakova.
  You're right about the last one! It is you who are truly right, these priests and priests set me up! - The count made a double fan, then the "clamshell" technique, but did not succeed. - I will be pleased to talk with you over a glass of wine, unless of course I kill you.
  - A mug of wine is like an ocean - if you get carried away, you lose the ground under your feet! - Said the warrior.
  - But you feel more free. How about this approach.
  He held a trident, then a butterfly. In response, Vedmakova hit the meeting harder. The Count staggered back. Then the contest resumed again, Forsa moving like a wind-up, he realized that his opponent was too strong to take her out of the blue. Then, having accustomed Vedmakova to a certain sequence of movements, the count suddenly changed the trajectory of the sword and hit the girl on a muscular, but along with a feminine chest. Blood flowed, the scratch was deep. The wound did not break Vedmakova, but on the contrary, gave her strength. The girl went on the offensive, the swords flashing in a bizarre dance. And although from the outside it seemed that the warrior had completely lost her head and was furious, but life in the forest and hunting from infancy taught her to keep her mind in the most fierce battle. It was hard for the Count to hold back such pressure, he retreated, parrying with difficulty. Vedmakova caught the moment when the slave dignitary recoiled, as if she had punched him under the knee. The blow hit the tendon and the count buckled, his speed dropped. Then the girl held her own reception, she herself invented it, calling it the nine-headed dragon. Only a well-trained fighter could carry out such a thing. Moreover, the last ninth attack was almost irresistible. Here it was a matter of mechanics, reflecting the attack, the brush was too weakened, parrying attacks, and therefore the last attack finished off. For the first time, the warrior held a reception on a rather skillful and fast partner, and when he gasped, dropping his sword, it became clear that the novelty was a success.
  The count turned pale, he lost his strength.
  - You're a lucky whore!
  - Not really! Luck is unsteady like sand - only diligence will bind it with cement.
  Vedmakova again wounded the enemy, but not deeply - she did not want to kill or maim. Striking again, she made a lunge, the count mechanically parried and, the warrior knocked out her club-footed sword. The slave dignitary turned out to be completely unarmed. Vedmakova threw away her swords, rushed at the enemy, and tripped the count down. Her hands locked his limb in a lock.
  - Giving up? The panther's eyes flashed.
  - I'm a count, I'll surrender to a barefoot slave!
  Vedmakova objected with fervor:
  - Not a slave, but a fighter for a just cause! You yourself were a slave and understood what humiliation is, and yet they are other people, no worse than us. So ask your conscience!
  . CHAPTER #10
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought on the front line. The boy and girl are already pretty bored from the protracted war. Constantly killing and shooting is also annoying.
  It's like in a game. The same shooter will get bored sooner or later.
  The children are tired of firing and constantly throwing grenades with their bare feet.
  The boy gave his turn. Killed the fascists.
  And said:
  - Maeta!
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare feet. She scattered the Fritz and cooed with delight:
  - We will have new, very big victories!
  But it's already boring. Even the fact that from the throw of the boy's bare feet, the Nazi tanks are pushed sideways.
  Oleg then began to compose.
  Another alternate history. Zyuganov did not vote for Stepashin's candidacy and neither did the three communist factions.
  It ended with the dissolution of the State Duma and early elections in September 1999.
  Of course, the communists were stronger than ever. And they went to the elections, relying on the achievements of the Primakov government, where they played a prominent role. The Unity bloc has not yet been created. Putin did not appear as prime minister. And the invasion of militants into Dagestan only added votes to the left and killed the power of the authorities.
  In general, the government turned out to be disorganized. The NDR weakened and collapsed, and there was no new ready-made party. Yes, and Stepashin, being appointed prime minister, did not head the ruling party. And then Yeltsin fired him altogether.
  In short, the parliamentary elections resulted in a landslide victory for the left.
  The triumph of the communists was impressive. In addition, the Primakov-Luzhkov bloc did not have time to unwind. But still he managed to get registered together with the farmers. And took second place. The third was "Yabloko", which was well promoted. Fourth place was taken by the Liberal Democratic Party. But largely due to the fact that the pro-presidential channels actively promoted this party.
  And Yeltsin even gave, more precisely, awarded Zhirinovsky the rank of general.
  So everything happened according to a special scenario.
  The opposition seized power in the State Duma. And Yeltsin agreed to leave voluntarily, officially appointing Primakov as his successor. Zyuganov also became the prime minister and the right hand.
  This, in general, suited the communists. And a compromise was reached. Basayev and Khattab were squeezed out of Dagestan. But they did not send troops into Chechnya itself.
  A civil war soon broke out there and the division into several factions.
  Russia helped Maskhadov and Kadyrov. Primakov easily won the presidential elections in Russia. The second unexpectedly was Zhirinovsky - who had no other competitors in his electorate, and the liberal Yavlinsky was not his rival.
  Oleg Rybachenko interrupted the composition. No, it's not interesting. Again, a topic already covered, after Primakov, Zyuganov, and the restoration of the USSR. Tired!
  Something might be more interesting to compose. For example, about space.
  The boy began to think.
  The new capital of the Great Russian Empire was called Petrograd-Galaktik. It was founded in the constellation Sagittarius, almost in the very center of the galaxy. Both stars and planets were much denser here than on the outskirts of the Milky Way, where the old Earth found shelter. The Western Confederate troops were completely driven out of the core. However, the war did not pass without a trace: thousands of planets were destroyed, only memories remained of the Earth. This was the main reason for the transfer of the capital to the richest and most peaceful place in the galaxy. It is very difficult to break through here, therefore, even in the conditions of a total space war, where the front line is an abstract concept, and the rear is a convention, the core has become the main Russian base and industrial stronghold. The capital has grown and completely swallowed up the planet Kishish, turning into a gigantic metropolis. A giant city capable of impressing any reasonable individual. Numerous flying machines cut through the purple sky.
  Marshal Maxim Troshev was summoned to the Minister of Defense, Super Marshal Igor Roerich. The upcoming meeting was a sign of a sharply increased activity of the enemy. The war, which had bothered everyone, devoured resources like a predatory funnel, trillions of people died on it, and no one could achieve the desired success. Militarization left its mark on the architecture of Petrograd-Galaktik. Huge skyscrapers stand in even rows, they are cells on the chessboard of the city. This involuntarily reminded the marshal of building space armadas. During the last battle, large Russian starships also took up their positions, then suddenly broke formation, hitting the enemy flagship. A well-planned battle escalated into a melee as several ships collided, exploding in monstrously bright flashes. The vacuum was painted as if gigantic volcanoes erupted at once and fiery rivers flowed, streams of hellish flames overflowed their banks, covering with a destructive wave. In a chaotic battle, the army of Great Russia was successful, but the victory came at an extremely high price. Several thousand spaceships turned into streams of elementary particles. True, the enemy suffered even greater losses. The Russians knew how to fight, but the confederation, which included many races, snapped furiously, putting up stubborn resistance.
  The main problem was that the center of the confederation, located in the Tom galaxy, was very difficult to destroy. The ancient civilization of maple-shaped dags, which lived in this cluster of stars for millions of years, built an impregnable fortress, surrounded itself with a powerful line of defense full of traps.
  To break into this space "Mannerheim", the entire Russian army is not enough. It was not possible to put an end to the war. Planets and systems changed hands many times. The marshal looked around the capital with a sense of nostalgia. Scurrying grav-planes and flaners were painted in camouflage colors, the dual purpose of aircraft was felt everywhere. Some of the buildings looked like gigantic tanks or infantry fighting vehicles with caterpillars instead of entrances. It was amusing to watch how a waterfall erupted from the muzzle of such a winged tank, blue and emerald water reflected four "suns", playing in dozens of shades, and exotic trees and huge flowers grew on the trunk and wings, forming outlandish hanging gardens. Modern, only giant-sized skyscraper tanks, as a rule, are streamlined, armed with many guns. Living in such houses is convenient and comfortable, although in the event of an attack on the capital, a similar building turned into a powerful combat unit in five minutes. Passers-by of all classes, and even small children, were in army uniform or in the clothes of various paramilitary organizations. Homing cyber-mines hovered high in the stratosphere, looking like colorful balls. The luminaries illuminated the vault of heaven, flooded the smooth mirrored boulevards with dazzling rays. Maxim Troshev was not accustomed to such excesses.
  "The stars are too dense here. And it's too hot for me."
  The marshal wiped sweat from his forehead and turned on the ventilation. The further flight passed without problems, soon the building of the Ministry of Defense appeared. At the entrance stood four combat vehicles. Luchiars, prickly in suckers - animals with a sense of smell fifteen times stronger than a dog's - surrounded Troshev. The supermarshal's cyclopean palace ran deep underground, its thick walls housing plasma cannons and cascade lasers. The insides of the deep bunker were simple - luxury was not encouraged. Prior to this, Troshev saw his boss only in a three-dimensional projection. The Supermarshal was an elderly, experienced warrior of one hundred and twenty years. I had to go down on a high-speed elevator, penetrating underground for a dozen kilometers.
  Having passed the cordon of elite guards and combat robots, the marshal entered the office, where a plasma computer simulated a deployed hologram of the galaxy with marks of the concentration of Russian troops and places of alleged enemy strikes. Smaller holograms hung nearby, images of other galaxies were visible. Control over them was not continuous, interspersed among the stars were independent states inhabited by intelligent, sometimes very strange races. Troshev did not look at this splendor for long, he had to make another report. Igor Roerich looked young, his face was almost without wrinkles, thick blond hair. It seemed that he could live and live, but Russian medicine in wartime conditions was not too interested in prolonging human life. On the contrary, the rapid change of generations spurred evolution, was in favor of the ruthless war selector. The term of life was limited to one hundred and fifty years. Even for the elite. Well, the birth rate remained very high, abortions were only for handicapped children, and contraceptives were prohibited. The Supermarshal turned his gaze to Troshev, who had entered.
  - And here you are, Maxim. Reset all the data to the computer, it will process and issue a solution. What can you say about recent events?
  - The Confederates and their allies learned a good lesson. The scales are tilting in our favor. Over the last ten battles, the vast majority of battles have been won.
  Roerich nodded.
  - I know it. But the allies of the Confederates, the Dagi, became noticeably more active. They begin to pose a serious threat.
  - Agree.
  Roerich flipped the image on the hologram and slightly enlarged it.
  - Before you Galaxy Smoor. Here is the second largest stronghold of the Dags. This is where we will strike the main blow. If successful, we will be able to win the war within seventy, a maximum of a hundred years. And if we fail, the war will drag on for many centuries. You have proven yourself to be a competent commander, and therefore I suggest that you lead Operation Steel Hammer. It's clear?
  "Yes, exactly, Your Excellency.
  Igor frowned.
  Why such titles? Address simply: Comrade Supermarshal. Where did you get this?
  Maxim was embarrassed.
  - I, Comrade Supermarshal, studied with the Bings. They preached the old imperial style.
  - Clear. But now the empire is different, the chairman simplified the old customs and procedures. Moreover, a change of power is coming soon, and we will have a new elder brother and supreme commander. Perhaps I'll be fired, and if Operation Hammer of Steel succeeds, they'll put you in my place. It is necessary to study in advance, this is a huge responsibility.
  The marshal was more than three times younger than Roerich, and therefore the patronizing tone was very appropriate and did not cause offense. Although there is about to be a change of leader, and their new leader will be younger than both of them. Naturally, it will be the best.
  - I'm ready. I serve great Russia!
  - So go. My generals will fill you in on the details.
  Saluting, the marshal retired.
  The corridors of the bunker were painted khaki. The operational headquarters was located below. Numerous photonic and plasma computers processed the information flowing in from various points of the metagalaxy at an accelerated pace. There was a long routine work ahead, and the marshal was released only after an hour and a half. Now he was waiting for a protracted hyperjump into a neighboring galaxy. Huge forces should gather there, almost a sixth of the entire Russian space fleet. Several million starships. After the small details were settled, the marshal rose to the surface. The deep chill was replaced by intense heat. Four luminaries gathered at the zenith and, bristling with crowns mercilessly licking the sky, poured streams of particles onto the planet. Cascades of light streamed down mirrored streets. Maxim jumped into the gravity plane, it was comfortable and cool inside, and rushed to the outskirts. He had never been to Petrograd-Galaktika before, and he wanted to see with his own eyes the capital, populated by three hundred billion inhabitants. He left the military sector, and everything changed, cheered up. Buildings with an original composition appeared, he would call them, perhaps, luxurious - representatives of the privileged class settled in them. During the total war, the layer of oligarchs decreased, but it was not completely destroyed. The palaces were real works of art. One of them looked like a medieval castle, where palm trees rose instead of parapet teeth. The other stood on thin legs, and under it stretched the freeway, he looked like a brightly colored, star-shaped spider. Many buildings where poorer people lived also did not evoke associations with barracks; on the contrary, imposing facades glittered, decorated with statues of leaders and generals of past centuries. Not everything should be painted over with khaki, thought Troshev. In addition, perhaps the most populous city in the universe must have beautiful architecture. Particularly colorful was the tourist sector, with its moving walkways, buildings shaped like gigantic roses, tulips in full bloom and intertwined, daisies strung together, and exotic animals bizarrely intermingled. Apparently, it is interesting to live in a bear or a saber-toothed tiger, it pleases children. However, adults are also amazed when such a structure moves or plays. An indelible impression on the marshal was made by a twelve-headed rotating dragon, multi-colored fountains illuminated by neon were beating from each mouth. In general, there were a great many fountains of the most bizarre forms, throwing multi-colored jets hundreds of meters into the sky. And how beautiful they are, in the light of four suns weaving into a water ornament, a fabulous, unique play of colors. The children here were cheerful and beautiful: colorful clothes gave them a resemblance to fairy-tale elves. There were not only people here, half of the audience were foreigners. However, the alien children enjoyed playing with the human children. Troshev also met intelligent plants. Lush golden-headed dandelions with four legs and two thin handles. Their little ones had only two legs, and their golden heads were thickly studded with emerald spots. Maxim knew this race well - Gapi, three-sex plant creatures, peaceful, but by the will of fate drawn into an all-out interstellar war and become natural allies of Great Russia.
  Enough representatives of other races - mostly neutral states and planets. They wanted to see the incredible capital of the empire. Here the war seems distant and unreal, it is removed by thousands of parsecs, and yet, the uneasy feeling did not leave the marshal. The thought arose in my head that intelligent beings also live on those planets that they will have to attack, and whole billions of thinking creatures will die. Streams of blood will be shed, thousands of cities and villages will be destroyed. But he is a marshal of the empire, and he must do his duty.
  After admiring the tourist center, the marshal ordered the gravity plane to be deployed and headed for the industrial districts. The houses here were a little lower, simple layout. Factories were located deep underground.
  As soon as the graviplane landed, a flock of barefoot guys immediately rushed towards it with rags and cleaning products. Thin ragamuffins in rags of already tired faded khaki, with large ragged holes. Deeply tanned, almost black. It seems that the protracted war forced to tighten their belts. Troshev had sympathy. The driver, Captain Fox, did not share such sentiments.
  - Well, rats, get out of here! Marshall is coming! he snapped.
  The homeless children rushed in all directions, all that was visible was how dirty heels flickered. It is hard to walk barefoot on a surface that is hot on four "suns" at once, and the poor children did not know what shoes were. One of the boys, however, turned out to be bolder than the others and, turning around, showed the middle finger. The captain drew his blaster and fired at the impudent boy, he would have killed him, but the marshal managed at the last moment to push the captain's arm. The charge flew past, making a funnel in the pavement, fragments of molten stone fell on the boy's bare legs, and he collapsed to the asphalt. By an effort of will, the future warrior managed to restrain his cry and, enduring pain, got up. Maxim gave the captain a hard slap in the face.
  - Three days in the guardhouse. Quietly, hands at the seams! - The marshal commanded in a menacing tone - Children are our property, and we must protect them, not kill them. Got it, freak?
  Lisa stretched out his arms at his sides. He nodded briefly.
  - Answer according to the charter.
  - Yes sir.
  Maxim looked at the boy. He was fair-haired, with a handsome, sly face, muscular. Under the torn T-shirt, a strong press lined with chocolate bars is visible.
  -What is your name?
  - Janesh Kowalski! - At the top of his lungs barked ragamuffin.
  - I see in you the makings of a strong warrior. Do you want to enter the Zhukov School?
  The boy was despondent.
  - I would be glad, but my parents are simple workers and will not be able to pay for my education.
  Marshall smiled.
  - You will be enrolled for free. You, as I see it, are physically strong, and your eyes speak of mental abilities. The main thing is to study well. These are difficult times, but when the war ends, even the workers will live in good conditions.
  - The enemy will be defeated! We will win! - Yanesh shouted at the top of his voice again.
  - Then take a place in the ranks, soldier. And for starters - in my car.
  Lisa winced. The boy was dirty, and after him you have to wash the interior.
  Having risen, the gravity plane rushed to the government quarters.
  Yanesh, holding his breath, studied the huge, luxuriously decorated houses.
  - We are not allowed into the central sector, and this is so interesting.
  - You'll see more.
  Nevertheless, the marshal, driven by a sense of compassion, ordered to fly up to the tourist center. The boy looked into his eyes, literally devouring what he saw. It was noticeable that he wanted to jump out of the car, run along the moving sidewalk, climb one of the mind-blowing rides.
  The usually stern Maxim that day was, as never before, kind and gentle.
  - If you want, take a ride on the "mountain of joy", and after that immediately to me. Take the money or they won't let you in.
  Marshal held out a piece of paper.
  Yanesh rushed to the rides, but his appearance was too conspicuous.
  At the entrance to the space-ninja-hall he was stopped by massive robots.
  -Boy, you are badly dressed, obviously from poor neighborhoods. You should be apprehended and brought to the station.
  The boy tried to run away, but they hit him with a stunner, knocking him onto the asphalt. Troshev had to jump out of the car and go investigate.
  - Wait, this cadet is with me.
  The militiamen who pulled themselves up stopped, staring at the marshal. Maxim was in field uniform, but the commander's epaulettes sparkled brightly in the four suns.
  The eldest of the patrolmen, a police lieutenant, saluted.
  "Excuse me, marshal, but the instructions forbid beggars from entering the center where we receive guests from all over the galaxy.
  Maxim himself understood that he had made a mistake by releasing a ragamuffin in such a respectable area. But he didn't want to show his ignorance.
  This boy is a spy. He carried out the task of the high command.
  The lieutenant nodded and pressed the button on his pistol. Janesh Kowalski twitched and came to his senses. Marshal smiled and held out his hand. At that moment, the four Inogalacts suddenly bristled with beamers. Externally, the aliens resembled roughly hewn stumps with blue-brown bark, their limbs were knotty and crooked. Before the monsters had time to open fire, Maxim fell to the floor, pulling out his blaster. Fiery trails passed along the top, crashed into a colorful statue, spraying a picturesque pedestal into photons. Troshev cut off the two attackers with a laser beam, the two surviving inogalacts leaned to the side. One of them was also overtaken by an inexorable beam, but the second managed to take cover behind the ledge of the facade. The monster fired from three hands at once and, although Maxim moved quickly, he was slightly hurt - he burned his side and injured his right hand. On a tangent, the enemy's rays hit the "crazy water lily" attraction. An explosion followed.
  Before the marshal's eyes floated, but he was surprised to see how Yanesh pulled out a piece of the slab and launched it at the enemy. Maxim was amazed at the inhuman power hidden in this frail-looking teenager ... The throw turned out to be accurate, right in a row of five eyes. The creature twitched and staggered forward. This was enough for Maxim's well-aimed shot to end the monster's life.
  The fight ended quickly. During it, the police did not even try to open fire. Marshal immediately noticed this.
  - All the best fights on the fronts, and in the rear, on the streets of cities, cowards sit out.
  The plump lieutenant turned pale. Went to Maxim.
  - Comrade Marshal, I beg your pardon, but they had heavy beam-throwers, and we...
  - And what's that! Maxim pointed to the blaster at the patrolman's belt. - A fly swatter? It's a pity, apparently, there won't be any work for you in the capital. You will not sit idle, I will try to send you to the front.
  Having beckoned the boy with a gesture, Maxim helped him jump on board the gravity plane, and then shook his hand firmly.
  - Well, you're an eagle. I'm glad I didn't make a mistake about you.
  Kovalsky winked in a friendly way, his voice sounded rather loud and joyful.
  - I only made one successful throw. I could...
  - You will have an opportunity. Graduate from college - and immediately into battle. You have your whole life ahead of you, you will still fight to the eyeballs.
  - War is great! The boy exclaimed enthusiastically. - I want to immediately go to the front, pick up a beam gun ...
  - You can"t do it right away, you will be killed in the first battle. Get a degree first.
  Yanesh sniffed offendedly. He was confident in his abilities, he thought that he already knew how to do so much, including shooting. Meanwhile, the gravity glider was flying over the huge Michurinsky park. Gigantic trees grew there, some of them reaching a height of several hundred meters. And the fruits were so huge that, having eaten the middle, you can settle inside. Genetically modified pineapples with a golden peel looked appetizing. True, contrary to expectations, they did not arouse much admiration for the boy.
  - I have been in such forests before. - Janesh explained. - Unlike the central quarters, everyone is allowed in there. Although it's a long walk to get there.
  - Maybe! - Said Maxim. - And yet, admire what plants are here ... There is a mushroom, a whole platoon can fit under it.
  - Just a semblance of a large fly agaric. He is inedible. I remember I collected a whole bag of cut pieces of fruit. I like pavarara - thin skin, and the taste is just delicious. Figs are nothing compared to him. You have to be careful when you cut. It can burst, and there the stream is like a waterfall - it will blow you away, you won"t even have time to utter a word. The fruit here is too big. You have to carry them piece by piece in a plastic bag, which is very inconvenient.
  Maxim slapped Janesh on the shoulder.
  - Not everything is measured by food. Let's go down and pick some flowers.
  - Girl as a gift! Why not!
  The boy's hands reached for the steering wheel. Captain Fox slapped his fingers viciously.
  - Don't touch the wheel, puppy.
  And then, in response, he received another reprimand from the marshal.
  "You only have the courage to fight a child.
  - I'm sorry, Your Excellency!
  Janesh couldn't help but laugh.
  - If you want, try. - Allowed Maxim.
  - I have experience in simulators, - said Yanesh.
  Without a shadow of doubt or fear, Kowalski put his hands on the steering wheel and steered the car down. Apparently, he really had remarkable abilities. The graviplane swept past the tops of gigantic trees.
  Maxim did not interfere, allowing the boy to control the aircraft. I must say that he coped with his task very successfully, maneuvering between gigantic trunks, he never crashed, demonstrating virtuoso technique beyond his years. However, even if it crashed, it's not a big problem, the gravioplane has a perfect security system. Finally, they sat down in a clearing strewn with small but fabulously beautiful flowers. It seemed that the good wizard generously scattered the jewels. His eyes rippled from a complex range of colors, and the intoxicating smell caused indescribable delight.
  Yanesh even whistled in admiration. When they landed, the boy jumped out and began to pluck the flowers, picking up a whole armful. Maxim was cool-headed, he liked the landscape and, nevertheless, something caused alarm. Feeling threatened. Having gone through fire and water, the marshal used to trust his intuition, she rarely let him down. In principle, life forms dangerous to humans should not be found in the capital of a great empire. Here is something different. Maxim beckoned the boy and softly whispered in his ear:
  - Enemies are with us. Hide the flowers and come with me.
  Janez's eyes sparkled.
  - I'm ready.
  Leaving the bouquet in the car under the supervision of Captain Fox, Maxim and Yanesh moved deep into the forest. Of course, troops should have been called in and combed the area. But Maxim was captivated by excitement. Janesh, of course, possessed romantic aspirations, he imagined himself a military intelligence officer and rejoiced at this. They made their way through the jungle, trying not to make any noise. Yanesh managed to burn his bare legs on purple nettles, but restrained himself, although the skin up to the knees was covered with large blisters.
  "Be careful," Maxim whispered. - In the forest, in every blade of grass, danger is hidden.
  "We need protective camouflage here," Janesh whispered. The rags barely hid the body, something was crawling up the legs. Large insects, and Janesh learned this at school, people are not eaten on this planet. The most dangerous species of arthropods were destroyed at the genetic level, it was not enough for the center of the capital to become a source of infection or epidemic. They walked on in silence. Suddenly Maxim froze. Small living creatures behaved uneasily, as if someone had frightened her away. The marshal took the boy by the hand and whispered in his ear:
  - There's an ambush ahead!
  Maxim took out a sound pickup from his pocket and carefully listened to the surrounding area. Indeed, five human fighters and about the same number of inogalacts lay down nearby. Well, with such a balance of forces, it is better not to engage in battle, but to bypass the enemy.
  And so they did.
  The experienced soldier and the green boy moved in sync. I had to go through dense thickets of bushes, drowning ankle-deep in mosses. With great difficulty, the marshal calculated the gap in the live chain and managed to slip through in this place. They were lucky, none of the aliens had animal instincts or phenomenal hearing. The sound pickup was already able to distinguish softly spoken words.
  - Mr. Resident, you demand the impossible from me.
  In response, a voice like a croak.
  - And you, General, are accustomed to only taking money without working it off to the fullest.
  Judging by the timbre, he belonged to a non-humanoid race.
  - You were paid half a million, so what? Outdated information about spy satellites.
  "It's not my fault," the human voice continued to justify itself languidly. - Information of this kind, in principle, becomes outdated very quickly. I am not omnipotent.
  - We immediately understood this, it's easier to say that you are weak. When it comes to attacking the Kremlin system, you and your accomplices will be of little use.
  Maxim shuddered. Will it really come to an attack on the most powerful line of defense covering the capital and the entire center of the galaxy? The "Kremlin" system, according to its creators, is impregnable and, nevertheless, if the enemies are activated in the very heart of the empire, this leads to sad reflections.
  - Know, man, soon we will use a fundamentally new weapon, and with its help, Russian starships will turn to dust before they reach the effective range. Then our army, like an all-penetrating gravitational wave, will flood the Russian spaces, subdue the imperial worlds.
  Maxim caught a suppressed sigh, apparently, such a prospect was not particularly to the liking of the traitor. However, he replied:
  - The Fifth Column is as active as ever, and your invasion will go according to plan.
  - Your task for the near future is to create a dozen strongholds in the capital for our strike groups. Mercenaries will infiltrate here under the guise of tourists, hide in the forests, and then play their part in the general strike.
  - So it will be.
  - And look, man, if the attack of our starships fails, it will be worse for you. Own counterintelligence will tear to pieces, and the execution will be slow and painful.
  Although Maxim did not see who was talking, he was sure that SMERSH would be able to figure out the traitor by his voice.
  - We need information about all the latest appointments in the enemy leadership. Everything you know.
  - According to my information, the young Marshal Maxim Troshev was appointed to command a star fleet in the Smoor galaxy. There is no exact information about him, but ...
  - Everything is clear, the Russians are preparing a major offensive there. As always. The new commander is a sudden blow by large forces.
  Maxim shuddered, he wanted to rush forward and strangle the degenerate. The operation is in jeopardy.
  - I think so it is. As for other assignments...
  The traitor enumerated long and tediously, but Maxim had already formed a plan in his head. Firstly, you need to quietly leave this place, and secondly, urgently contact SMERSH. There they will decide whether to immediately neutralize the spy network or wait. After all, the identified traitors are not dangerous, and disinformation can be leaked through them. The main thing - no initiative. However, the boy, who had been sitting quietly until now, stirred, it was noticeable that youthful energy was in full swing.
  "Maybe we can hit them with a laser, Mr. Marshal?"
  "No, not at all," Maxim whispered. - Intelligence for that and intelligence to collect information and report it to the right person. And if you break the order, I will personally shoot you.
  The marshal raised his ray gun menacingly.
  Yanesh nodded.
  - Orders are not discussed.
  Maxim regretted taking the boy with him. And what if they hear their whisper ... Meanwhile, a squeak was heard in the sound pickup, the alien spoke again.
  - Tell "Jupiter" that if he does not help us, we can betray him by sacrificing this pawn. Then your Supreme will become enraged, and mercy is not among his shortcomings.
  "Yes," Maxim thought, "the leader must be tough." Once he was one of the chosen thousand, however, he had a chance to become a leader only in the event of the sudden death of the ruling dictator. A thousand are selected every year, and the rotation of the supreme power occurs once every thirty years. But this chance was also missed. Firstly, Maxim's character was too soft, and secondly, the paranormal abilities, so violent in childhood, began to weaken with age. However, to become a marshal when you are not, and forty ... it says something.
  - Don't touch Jupiter. He is your main hope. Without it, the chances of winning the war are negligible.
  Inogalact clucked something unintelligible in response. Then he articulated:
  - "Jupiter" is valuable when active. Because of his inaction, our troops are suffering too many losses. Be that as it may, you will give him our instructions. Until then, you can go.
  - That's it, you can leave, - Maxim sighed with relief. At that moment, refuting his words, an explosion thundered. A shootout ensued.
  - Damn it! Change again...
  The marshal bent down, and only joyful sparks flashed in Yanesh's eyes.
  . CHAPTER #11
  - You speak conscience! - growled the arrogant slave.
  - So that happiness belongs to everyone, and not to a handful of the elect. For this holy cause, I raised my sword! - exclaimed Witch.
  The Count was skeptical:
  - No! I believe you are driven either by resentment or a lust for power! There were uprisings of slaves, and it ended only with a massacre. These are the consequences of any rebellion.
  - It will not be a riot, but a revolution. The most important thing will happen later, after the victory! - The warrior said with strong enthusiasm.
  - Revolution? Strange word, did you come up with it yourself? Forsa was surprised.
  - Not really! This term was called to me by an angel in a dream. - With inspiration I turned on Vedmakov.
  - An angel or one of the black gods! Prophetic dreams are cunning. The Count hesitated.
  - In any case, you will have a chance to change people's lives for the better and become better yourself! All troubles come from selfishness, prosperity is possible only by common efforts. A person without a team is like an ember, without a fire, it gives little light and quickly goes out! - Spewed out a stream of eloquence of Vedmakov.
  - The person you are talking about should be in a team. But do you know what animal nature is? Forsa inquired maliciously.
  - And the animal is better in the herd! And in general, since you are a slave and have not been redeemed, then the nobility turned away from you, in words, true friends showed their true colors. So, it's time to look for comrades in a different environment. - Already more calmly suggested Vedmakova.
  The Comte de Bora was silent for a few seconds, and then held out his hand:
  "Although I don't believe in ultimate success, at least my blade will drink blood.
  - Logic should not serve instincts - the mind of lust! - Said the Witch.
  - All right, stop teaching me! There will be a war - there will be a feat! The Count began to wipe the blood off himself.
  - You are an experienced and brave warrior, you should be chosen as the squad leader! - The warrior suggested.
  - Not bad, but it is not necessary to elect every commander. There should be a stricter principle of unity of command. You have been chosen, so you appoint! -Count began to dress in chain mail. A couple of boys rushed to his aid.
  What about free competition? - Vedmakova doubted.
  - For the army, it is disastrous! - Cut off Force. - The economy is a rhizome of many branches, the army is a single trunk!
  The Witcher teased:
  - But more often oak, and not in power and stance, but in the level of control!
  The half-naked boy gave the count a sword. He responded by slapping him on his bony, more than once beaten back. The kid yelled and jumped back, twitching his brown legs.
  Witcher said decisively:
  "I am forming five truncated legions of two and a half soldiers each. You are assigned to command the third! Let the rest be chosen by the slaves!
  The last proposal caused controversy, almost turning into a fight. Then, in fact, a fight broke out, several slaves were wounded, and Witcher had to intervene. Knocking down the most frisky, she yelled:
  - Enough to roll the baton! Let's move on to the direct appointment of commanders.
  The slaves grumbled not quite, but when the warrior put such a proposal to the vote, they raised their hands in unison.
  Here, the Witcher, who led the uprising, had to work hard. In fact, it is difficult to determine a worthy person by eye, and he kept asking prospective candidates questions. Finally, assignments were made to the legions, and temporary commanders were appointed to smaller departments.
  - When the battles are over, we will look at the valor and ingenuity shown by the soldiers! - The girl explained.
  One of the legions consisted entirely of children and teenagers. Vedmakova placed the boy Bik in command of them. The boys were angry:
  - He's still too small! We don't need a little one. Place the biggest and strongest over us.
  - And who do you want?
  - I miss you! He is the most deserving!
  An athletically built young man stepped forward, he was still a boy, but already tall as an oak. True, his face seemed dull. Vedmakova, knowing full well how important mind is for a commander, asked:
  - What will be a family of eight!
  The young man looked at her and muttered:
  - I don't know! The main muscles and strength.
  Bick barked into the loudspeaker:
  - Muscles without brains, this is a handful of meat - on which a frying pan is crying!
  - Shut up you bug! I'll blow your jaw! - Roared the young hero.
  - Who does not know that seven - fifty-six is hardly able to hit his fist further than his nose! The boy showed him his tongue.
  The young thug barked at the top of his lungs:
  I challenge you to fight to the death!
  - You imitate me like a rat-monkey! - said the Comte de Forsa. - However, this is the only worthy way out.
  - Of the two duelists, one is a fool, the other is a scoundrel! - Noticed Vedmakova. "Though the boys benefit from a warm-up.
  Bik stood in front of his enemy, the difference in height was great, his opponent was five times heavier. The child, however, contemptuously peered into his relief muscles, the boy was thin, but sinewy. His round face was grimacing, a sword was spinning in his hands.
  - Well, how are we going to fight or put up! - With a sneer, he asked.
  - Yes, I love you! - The athlete attacked the boy. He struck backhand, his sword was long and heavy, apparently it was one of the two-handed ones. Bik deflected the blow, not even trying to parry, but simply jumped above the trajectory and drove his sword into the bridge of his nose. The boy beat only on the basis of the calculation - to scratch, but not to kill.
  The thug became even more furious, he began to wave the second sword. Here even Buku had to put pressure on flowing away. The boy's bare heels were getting smaller, and the blades were rushing after them. Suddenly Bik stopped, a pipe appeared in his teeth. The enemy swung harder and rushed at a gallop with his thick arms wide apart. Grinning wryly, the boy spat, and something small hit the athlete's face. Bick went sideways past the blades, and even hit his opponent's chest with his bare heel.
  Staggering, the mighty guy screamed wildly, then his legs weakened and began to collapse.
  A friendly sigh swept through the army, few expected that the little boy would defeat the giant. Then children shouted with joy, first of all, of course, the smallest of the slaves. Those who are smaller and weaker are pleased to see that your main boss is not great either. So even a child can do something for the uprising.
  Slaves ran up to the defeated athlete, including a couple of local doctors. On the rough face of the young hero with sparse hairs, a purple spot blurred. The doctor said in surprise:
  - Basilica! A needle with poison was stuck into it, which paralyzes the limbs.
  - Temporarily! Bick said. - Then he wakes up. He will not remember anything, he simply will not notice his shame.
  Witcher went up to the boy:
  - Where did you learn to make poisons?
  - Nowhere! Found in one of the estates. The rich are also not satisfied with their position in society. Here they make all kinds of poison. If the potion is sealed, no problem, I know how to open locks! - Bik slyly winked at the Witcher.
  - Where? - Asked the warrior.
  - One thief taught! He temporarily turned out to be a slave, I was in the same pair with him, we worked hard, cut down the forest. He told me how to open the locks, even showed me something. Marveled at my memory and then fled. The little boy winked slyly.
  - Didn't you follow him? - Vedmakova was surprised.
  - No! We were all flogged for this escape, and if I also leaked, then every fifth would be crucified on poles. Two is already a conspiracy. - The wiry boy explained.
  - Barbarians! Well, if you are such a memory person, perhaps getting to know Khirov will be useful to you. - suggested Vedmakova.
  - Not excluded! I have long wanted to become the strongest and smartest! - The boy showed the ball of the biceps.
  - Stronger and smarter than me? - Playfully cast the warrior.
  - No! After all, you are the leader! But with your right hand, why not! - Bik stood up on his hands for greater persuasiveness.
  - The higher a person flies, the more he is dissatisfied with his position! - Noticed Vedmakova.
  - People don't fly! Only he has wings - whose mind is not used to crawling! - The boy showed a developed consideration beyond his years.
  - There will be wings in our army! I promise I'll come up with something. - Vedmakova promised.
  - And I believe you older sister! After all, you are not only a leader, but also a sister or even a mother to us. We will live as one family! Bick said.
  - The leader of the country should be a brother to people, not a brother! - The leader of the nation is first and foremost a servant of the people. However, let's leave the exchange of compliments, the weapons that you have accepted should be used by others. Let's make pipes! - Ordered Vedmakova.
  "They're not long enough!" Pass noticed. - Needs to be improved.
  - I'm already thinking about it, after all, lips and cheeks make it possible to hit a short distance. But if something is that it expands and hits with force. Some mineral and herb. - Vedmakova felt a strong mental tension.
  The boy apparently heard her words:
  Let's do it, select the elements! We still have time, many slaves need to be shown the basic techniques of war.
  - You're right, my younger brother, in some ways the sorcerer will help us. However, until large forces are thrown at us, we must attack. However, we must carefully prepare. It's easier to find a dry rock in the ocean than an invention that hasn't been used for military purposes! - Summed up Vedmakov.
  After all, the rebels spent the day in exercises, at the same time, Bik sent intelligence.
  An army marched out of the city. Not very big, but well armed. The scout boy, riding a smaller crustacean cockroach, even drew attention to one absurdity:
  - The warriors have five swords, and they barely move!
  - So it's good! Bick said. - Or rather, it"s even wonderful, before they come to us, they are exhausted from excess weight.
  Vedmakova slyly noted:
  - Experienced warriors said, do not take weapons more than five fingers on your right hand. Well, certainly not bad, their stupidity will help to win faster. In the meantime, let the slaves sleep for a couple of hours. They've had a hard day, and the fight won't be easy. How many soldiers exactly do the enemies have?
  - Five and a half thousand. Bick said confidently. "That means if we pinch them all, there will be no more than five hundred people left in the city.
  - It is quite reasonable, it will be necessary to go from all sides. At night they will not dare to attack us, they will cut their own. This means that they will become a camp, so that later at dawn they will chop with all their might. Maybe even separate the troops for the purpose of encirclement. - Suggested Vedmakova.
  The Comte de Forsa objected:
  - I know well the habits prevailing in the Sultanate, we fought with them more than once. At night they will send some spies with gold bags to our camp. They will try to bribe the slaves and then impale them or at best rip out their nostrils.
  - Sending in spies is an ancient tactic. - I noticed, kneading Vedmakov's toes. - But they do not have invisibility caps, the guard boys are so observant and cunning, they will catch them all. Besides, we'll hit them a little closer to dawn. And the slaves will sleep better and the enemy will fall deeper into sleep.
  - Logically! I'll be the first to attack! Bick said.
  - It will be necessary to remove the guards, and this can be done with the help of firing tubes. - Vedmakova showed the device. - A kind of piston, three types of herbs, and oil with carbide are attached here. You just need to be careful, otherwise the recoil will knock out the boys teeth. Take the smartest kids with you.
  - Many have experience raiding gardens and stealing. Who was born free, and not who, especially domestic slaves, stole from their masters. - Bik reassured everyone. - So they went through the school of survival.
  - All the better! In general, I think there will not be too many guards. After all, who are we to them? Slaves are stupid! Stupidity is closer to humility - quickness of mind to villainy.
  The sorcerer Hirov entered the conversation:
  - We have approximately double or slightly more superiority, but the enemy is better trained and armed. And in the army of the Sultanate, women serve only in the personal legion of immortals. There are six thousand mercenaries from different countries. We will have many women in the army, and with rare exceptions, they are weaker than men.
  So each battle must be carefully planned. Especially at the first defeat, the slaves will begin to scatter from us.
  - Victory as a woman - attracts with brilliance, but scares off the price! - Again flashed wit Vedmakov.
  - Great! Now I see that the plan of operation is quite agreed. It remains only to clarify the details. During the battle, panic will begin in the ranks of the enemy, and most of the soldiers will run towards the city of Zhit. - Khirov suggested
  - It's clear! The strongest detachment of slaves will strike from the rear, just from the side of the city. Perhaps I will lead him. - Count Forsa suggested.
  - Impossible, but you! - Specified the sorcerer.
  - In addition, we have pots of oil, and ordered to attach wicks to them. Throw in the camp, intensify the panic. - suggested Vedmakova.
  And that's reasonable too. The sorcerer agreed. - Only you have prepared few such charges so far.
  - Right! Fire god of war and like other gods requires attention and sacrifice! But we didn't have enough time to prepare everything. - The Witcher herself became ashamed of her mouthing.
  - Next time be more sophisticated. So far, we haven't been able to sleep. - Khirov yawned without any pretense.
  The Witcher nodded.
  - I have a bestial habit, sleep little and sensitively, but our brothers deserve a rest.
  - Sleep is a strategic weapon, its lack is the cause of fatigue, which in turn is the germ of defeat. Pass noticed.
  Slaves after outdoor activities, slept like the dead. Only guards sat in ambush, ready to raise the alarm. You never know what suddenly the commander of the enemy will be more far-sighted. However, it turned out, apparently the commander of the head of the government legion, the temnik Etirimon did not want an unpredictable night battle. In addition, in the dark it is easier for a slave to hide, and then catch them. And so maybe they just surrender, after which there will be torture and execution. Temnik Etirimon licked his lips, it is especially pleasant to mock young women, break toes, set fire to hair - very tempting.
  Having hastily pitched their tents, the soldiers fell asleep. No more than two dozen sentries were left. Before going to bed, Etirimon, together with the thousands, arranged a feast, naked dancers, shaking their charms in front of them. It was beautiful and fun. Thousanders threw bones at them, forced them to take seductive poses. Then, without any hesitation, they took possession of them and, having satisfied their animal lust, fell into a drunken sleep.
  Their death crept up unnoticed. The rebels passed the woods, a flock of boys moved ahead. Bik, clinging to a tree, hiding in the foliage, saw the first sentry.
  - Here he is delicious bored.
  The poison was slightly improved and caused instant paralysis. A hit is not necessary in the face, because the soldiers of the Sultanate, as a rule, walk lightly and only the chest is covered with a shell and the sentry is lying around.
  - There is one!
  Vedmakova herself is moving from the rear. She removes the sentry without any shooting tube. It just comes in from the back and twists the neck.
  - Movement is life! Just don't sing - for peace! And so sad - in the stomach is empty!
  The warrior became a little funnier. The trees around are tall, lianas are visible. Beloved creeps nearby, and the most intelligent slave boys. Adult warriors are heavier, and therefore fall behind. A heavy beast always makes more noise.
  Vedmakova killed another sentry along the way, who was just sucking coconut beer from a flask. The camp opened before them.
  Not a particularly large camp, the soldiers slept, sometimes in tents, and sometimes just on thick grass. The night is warm, not many sentries yawn, look inattentively.
  The main thing here is to remove them at once, so that they do not have time to raise the alarm. The swan cuckoo is better suited for this, with its pleasant voice. She does not arouse any suspicions, on the contrary, her cooing is heard almost continuously, but if you change the tone, you can catch the information.
  The witch does just that. They answer him. The sentries do not react, what are they "lucky", death turned out to be easy.
  - One sword, like a drop of rain, will fall and scatter, and when there are many of them, victory will be born!
  Vedmakova began to slaughter the sleeping ones. On the one hand, it was not chivalrous, but on the other hand, victory is worth honoring! Honor is a relative concept and should be applied primarily to your soldiers!
  First of all, finish off those who are richer dressed, commanders. Swords, as a rule, were stacked in a separate pile.
  However, the pangs of conscience were not long, the slaves also began the massacre, and as a result, the alarm was raised. When you are attacked at night, panic is inevitable, especially if it is cloudy, it is cloudy . The slaves are all half-naked and easily distinguish each other, and the warriors face each other, often hacking at each other. And someone screams:
  - Save yourself!
  - Guard! Demons attack!
  In times of panic, the role of the commander is more important than ever. Vedmakova knows this, and rushed to the main tent.
  Etirimon, still half-drunk, barely opened his eyes. In general, who drinks before a fight - hangover in the underworld.
  - What's happened! Why are the pipes silent! - He yelled.
  - The pipes are silent, because the blades sing - steel is stronger than copper! - Shouted Witch. She jumped on Echirimon. Temnik, of course, skillfully wielded the blade, but he had not yet fully gathered himself, and the Witcher's muscles were perfectly warmed up. She drew a frenzied trio, her henna-stained blade barely visible in the darkness. The head of the unlucky nobleman flew off.
  Vedmakova knocked down the thousandth who rushed at her with a kick of her foot. She took off another commander with a spit from the tube.
  - What ghouls, do not wake up!
  Again a clear blow of the sword, the pierced enemy falls! Two thousandaires try to enter him from the rear, but they stumble upon a dancer. She squeals, kicks back. Vedmakova does not miss the moment, he cuts down one, finishes off another. Well, an army without commanders is like a flock of sheep without a shepherd, if one wolf does not eat it, then it will scare you!
  Now the rebellious slaves, many armed with a club, or at best a horn, took wings. A very effective tactic was the five of us throwing ourselves at one. So it was easier to dump and trample.
  - Don't let them get away! Cut your legs! - She screamed through the Vedmakov's voice amplifier.
  Solntslav was chopped along with everyone. How the muscles of this diva played. Not without reason, many consider an angry woman more terrible than a demon. So she cut one of the warriors in half, and her blade, by inertia, cut the throat of the officer standing behind him. The centurions tried to restore a semblance of order, but quickly perished. In addition, the Sultanate did everything to ensure that the soldier forgot what initiative was. The rebels, in turn, rather deftly pushed the troops of the Sultanate away from the cockroach snails.
  - Don't let them sit on the saddle! - shouted Solntslav.
  Pass added:
  - Fire, rein in the horses.
  This helped, cockroach snails burst into the ranks and sowed additional panic. As a result, not knowing what to do, many fighters rushed to run. But this is exactly what Witcher and the slaves were waiting for. The fight escalated into extermination and persecution.
  The warrior screwed up her right eye, threw three daggers:
  We won't let them get away!
  Flight is more foolishness than cowardice! After all, most soldiers die not in battle, but during the pursuit!
  Bik, like a very fast boy, jumped on the neck of one of the officers, and rode on him:
  - Faster cockroach!
  The dagger served instead of spurs, and the poor fellow did not even try to throw it off.
  Vedmakova, noticing this, shouted:
  - War is like a game of dominoes, only broken bones can no longer be collected - the earth holds!
  - Nothing, my bones are young, strong! - The boy jumped off, slashed on the neck. After that, he even added speed.
  Vedmakova stumbled over a corpse, several bodies were lying around, but the diva did not fall, but jumped over them. Then she lashed out with her swords. The fighting spirit of the troops fighting against them evaporated, and now the warrior has turned into an executioner. There was even an aversion to blood. Witcher screamed:
  - In the name of honor! Who will throw the weapon - will live! Surrender the soldiers of the Sultanate.
  There were those who obeyed the order, but many continued to flee in desperation, and some fell to their knees.
  For example, ten powerful fighters surrendered to Bik at once. Maybe they thought it was safer to hand their fate over to a child. The boy shouted:
  - Fall down!
  The warriors fell. Bik walked barefoot on their backs, despite the small weight of the child, the soldiers groaned in fear. Then the boy came up with the idea of whether to relieve the defeated enemies of a small need. But then he drove away the vile temptation, because the slaves want to build a better society, and do not repeat the path of their own masters.
  - Okay, live - smoke the sky!
  Gradually, the battle came to naught! Although it seems that the massacre is long. Witcher stumbled upon a rather skilled warrior. After a hard exchange of attacks, she still disarmed him, then stunned him.
  - We need them!
  Nets were thrown on some of them, such did not resist. The battle was almost over, only the flight and pursuit dragged on. Vedmakova personally led the chase, killed many, but she could not exterminate the entire army to the last soldier.
  Nevertheless, the young warrior, with several hundred slaves on horses, decided on a daring adventure, namely, to capture the city that was not ready for defense on the move.
  - It will be a strong move. We will not allow wealth to be taken away, and most importantly, we will burst on our shoulders.
  Several dozen fighters of the defeated army, nevertheless managed to jump on cockroach snails and galloped to the gate.
  They did not open right away, there was a squabble. When the gates were lowered, Vedmakova jumped out from behind the forest with horsemen. She yelled, using the boy's device:
  - In the name of the great Sultan Erifef! Powerful reinforcements are rushing towards you! If you want to defend the city, let the warriors take their place on the walls.
  The waking guards did not immediately realize, especially since Vedmakova put on a rich vestment, which she pulled off from the corpses. One helmet is worth something, it sparkles like an icicle in the sun, well, who will refuse such a noble governor.
  And the gentlemen, the burgomaster, and other nobles, of course, did not sleep, they "took care" of their people!
  On a small hill there was a beautiful palace with columns and statues, made in a mixture of ancient Roman and ancient Eastern styles. In front of him, as is customary in this country, is a huge statue of the Sultan Erifef, with a fountain spewing from his mouth. In the largest hall it was noisy and cheerful, music sounded - a feast by a mountain. The noble nobles of the Sultanate staged a Sabantuy. In expensive gold-embroidered togas, they lay on lush pillows, on low tables were heaps of dishes, wines and tinctures. Hundreds of lamps glittered on tables and walls. Throughout the estate and in the colonnades flashed innumerable slaves, slaves, slave boys and bodyguards guarding the palace. The dignitaries toasted. The chief grandee, Sheikh du Pustemorov, froze in the arms of two naked hetairas. He twitched and bellowed like a man possessed, finally freed himself and screamed.
  - And now it's time to arrange gladiator fights. And so boring, no blood, and wine is not in the soul.
  The horn sounded, the fighters were called to the arena. According to custom, the lightest and youngest warriors should fight first. But the sheikh had just received a batch of trained slaves, and he wanted to combine two types of entertainment, erotic and bloody.
  A bonfire burned in the center of the miniature Colosseum, the glass-reinforced torches gave off a rather bright light with a purplish hue, and the white gravel gleamed, giving the podium a cheerful look. The first to run onto the stage was a muscular and slender girl in a leather belt. She, like a first-class gymnast, did two somersaults and walked on her hands. Then she stood in front of the prince, froze, crossing her sword and dagger in such weapons, they called him a mirmillon. Despite the fact that the girl could perform at a beauty contest, how soft, velvety skin, blond hair she had, she already had a wide scar on her face. The next jumper also walked on his hands. His weapons were a trident and a short net - a retiarius. After stretching, he stood in front of the enemy. It was a young man almost a boy, still beardless with a gentle girlish face, the presence of mixed couples gave a special eroticism to the action. It seems that the partners have known each other for a long time and winked.
  - What Kaiska! I didn't think we'd meet like this! The boy said sadly.
  - You were a nice guy, but now your soul will be taken to the original flame! - The girl answered rudely.
  - Well, why are you so cruel! We are still virgins, we must live! - With timid hope said the young man.
  - It won't help us! Slaves despise even the gods!
  The training at the gladiator school was tough and scars are visible on the naked shiny bodies of young fighters.
  The crowd perked up, made bets, wild cries cheered young gladiators, who obviously did not want to fight.
  The Sheikh's wife took out a leather pouch.
  - Fifty gold for Kaiska! She flashed her big teeth.
  -Begin! The Sheikh signaled.
  So different and at the same time having much in common, the warriors converged, their movements were fast and chaotic. At first, the warrior with the trident tried to throw a net, but his opponent missed and, jumping wildly at him, managed to slash his stomach with a dagger. The young man jumped back and hit the trident in the chest, but only slightly scratched the skin. However, his maneuver forced the enemy to retreat. He moved away and leaned against the net, preventing the once beloved gladiator from approaching.
  - You men are stupid! So, doomed to fail! - The girl said arrogantly.
  - What was born! The young man looked confused.
  Suddenly, a retiarius with a trident grabbed gravel in his hand and threw it in his face. The maneuver had an effect, the girl closed her eyes, in the same second the trident pierced her abs.
  Crying out in pain, the young gladiator writhed, but, nevertheless, managed to drive the blade into her shoulder. The retiarius yelled and drew his weapon. The sword flashed like lightning, nearly piercing his neck. The gladiator stepped back, his chest cut open. The young man groaned in pain and dropped his trident. Then the opponent jumped on him and threw a dagger. The swing was rather weak, and the point pierced the flesh of the leg. The retiarius screamed and fell, then picked up the dagger, tried to get up, at that moment the sword struck him in the neck. Already losing consciousness, he struck the blade of the myrmillon in the solar plexus. The once-loving couple (like Romeo and Juliet) fell dead on the gravel. The drunken audience laughed and hooted. Three gloomy slaves with low foreheads and protruding jaws ran into the arena, they burned the bodies of those who lost, but received spiritual freedom, with a red-hot iron. After making sure that they were dead, they hooked them with their ribs and dragged them off the stage. The place where there was blood was pelted with coals.
  -They go to feed on insects. - Sheikh Demeter's wife bared her teeth. - It is a pity that the bones are too small animals will remain hungry.
  -Nothing will be meat and ponavaristey. It"s a pity, however, a couple of them could turn out to be quite promising athletes! The Sheikh growled.
  - In your bed? - The diva inquired maliciously.
  - Why not! The girl is pretty, but the boy could be yours. - The sheikh was quite progressive in his views, believing that the wife could well amuse her well-fed body in a young slave.
  - Small and fragile! We don't have the same pair yet? Demeter asked.
  - Unfortunately, there is no! Let's look at the young shift that was sent to us from a nearby school. The sheik grinned.
  - Maybe it's better to let them grow up! And then we will kill all our prisoners like that. - Unexpectedly, the nobleman's wife showed compassion.
  - The news of the slave rebellion is too joyful and I want to celebrate it in full. The grandee shook his stomach.
  - Unless, of course, Etimon will not get ahead of you! - The fat lady snapped.
  - Such a nonentity! So much the better let us finish off all the gladiators now and deprive the fool of the spectacle. Come on newbies! The Sheikh growled.
  - It's not exactly newbies. - Demeter licked her lips
  The gong sounds again and the warrior boys run out into the arena. They look about fourteen or fifteen years old, with rather broad shoulders and chest. Like the previous fighters, he does somersaults and runs on his hands. Having already run out to the podium, they put on weapons, helmets, chest armor, shields and swords. One has a straight blade, while the other is curved like a saber. Relief press open and scars are visible on it. The boy standing on the right has healed cuts that cross his chest in three lines.
  The skin is richly oiled and shiny.
  The manager announces.
  - Famous fighters Fudoros with a curved saber and Saflorov with a straight sword perform in the ring. Fudoros has six fights, Saflorov has seven. All their rivals were either killed on the spot or stabbed to death by the decision of the people. The steward pointed at the audience with his finger. Again there were those wishing to bet on the bet. The Sheikh snarled.
  - One hundred gold coins for Saflorov.
  Bets were quickly concluded, the nobles swore. Two even fought. One splashed a glass of wine, the other hit a fat leg in the face. Getters and guards rushed to calm the raging public. The sheikh's wife, imperious, impudent, fat barked:
  -Forward! Kill!
  The gladiators have converged. This time, they took their time, testing each other with careful blows. As the swords collided, they sparked slightly, and the shields trembled. The public did not like this caution very much, she howled with displeasure, bones flew towards the fighters. Sheikh overturned the tray, all covered with wine and jam. Then he spat and screamed angrily.
  If you don't fight, I'll have you hung upside down. Several pushing savages "Janissaries" ran out onto the podium, they brandished spears, demonstrating pokes in their open back. Saflorov went on the offensive, attacking furiously, he kicked his counterpart in the knee. The teen stepped back, his sword slightly sideways, his opponent slashing across the chest. A poorly screwed plate fell to the bottom. The next thrust left a deep mark on the skin, thick blood poured out. Fudoros stepped back, one of the hairy fighters kicked him in the legs. And when the boy hesitated, Saflorov hit the helmet with such fury that he staggered and collapsed. From the concussion, the "helmet" flew off, revealing a white head with a swollen bump on the forehead. Saflorov put his blade to his nervously heaving chest. He squinted at the "public".
  Waiting for a sign. When the majority runs through their hair, it means to kill, and when they put their palms together in a castle, it means to have mercy.
  However, mercy was not read in the ferocious faces. Almost everyone, even women and teenagers, ran their hands down their throats.
  -Death! Beat him!
  The sheikh's wife mockingly barked.
  - He got off too cheaply. Give it to me for one night.
  Saflorov hesitated, lightly pressed on the bare chest of the defeated teenager, a drop of blood came out. Then he threw away his sword in despair:
  -I can't! He is my friend.
  The noise was interrupted at once, there was deathly silence.
  -What! - Sheikh pissed off. "You refuse to kill the vanquished. Both of them in a cage, after which there will be terrible torture in front of the entire gladiatorial school.
  The warriors jumped up to Fudoros, splashed water on his face, and then, in order to come to his senses faster, they burned his bare heel with a red-hot iron. The boy screamed, jumped up and immediately threw two lassos around his neck. Saflorov tried to resist, he fought off a dozen swords at once, fear gave him strength. But one of the shooters hit his leg with an arrow. From the poison, the young man was paralyzed, but not killed. They tied them both up and put them in a cage. Saflorov was stabbed in the ribs with a red-hot rod, the skin began to smoke, the battered boy steadfastly endured the injections. But apparently the torture of two disobedient boys was postponed for dessert.
  The sheikh's wife sparkled with her eyes:
  - They must be my hubby. You know that I'm creative.
  - I know, but just look, I can get jealous. The guys are handsome and can get married already. The Sheikh grinned.
  - Most likely, even married! After all, these are the strongest and healthiest slaves that should be fruitful! The fat woman winked.
  - Gladiators are the color of captivity! That would be to get their wives to torment. The sheik grinned.
  - We'll make it! By the way, girls again.
  Now the women had to fight. Two half-naked divas in the same loincloths entered the arena. They were shackled around the neck with a chain - not to be torn apart. Weapons Two daggers in each hand. Clearly the fight will be fierce and not too long. One girl was fair, the other black-haired, both with rather long manes.
  -To battle! thundered the thug.
  - I won't bet! - barked the sheikh's wife. "It has become a bad omen.
  The poor women got together. It was terrible, one almost immediately had a stomach open, the other was wounded in the chest. Continuing to cut, the girls kicked with their feet, tormenting their flesh. A lot of blood flowed and they could not leave and run away. Finally, one of them completely cut up collapsed to her knees. The black-haired laughed, trying to finish off, then ran into an insidious blow from below under the ribs. Groaning, she still managed to hit the offender on the back of the head. Both beautiful mutilated women collapsed on the gravel, trembled several times, froze. Shaggy "Janissaries" ran up to them and poked them with a red-hot iron. The warrior girls did not move.
  - Again, not one bet did not work. Both are dead.
  The audience was disappointed, although seeing the murder itself is very pleasant. But so far no one has won.
  In this situation, only a new fight could save the case. The easy warm-up is over and it's time for serious business.
  Fifteen gladiators in orange tunics with holes in them, three black feathers on their slimes, waved into the arena. They were armed with short, curved swords; in their hands they held small square shields with a convex surface, their heads were protected by helmets without a visor. This group was followed by fighters in bright red tunics, the same with short, but straight swords, with a small round shield and an iron handcuff covering the right hand, which was not protected by the shield, and a kneecap protecting the left leg. Green feathers on slippery helmets completed the picture.
  Standing opposite each other, they bowed. This time the bets were made for much larger sums, gold flowed from hand to hand.
  -It can't be that they were all killed! Sheikh's wife said. Someone is sure to win!
  - So bet, this is the last fight. See, it's already light! - The tired sheikh said with irritation.
  - Then it will be serious! A thousand gold drachmas on red. - The fat woman wheezed.
  - And why on them? - Why them? - Twice repeated, surprised, nobleman.
  - Because the eyes are meaner!
  The manager shouted something. There was a crackling sound of a trumpet. Even the torches flickered as if the monsters had something in their eyes.
  Conversations, noise, laughter, champing ceased: all eyes were fixed on the combatants. The first clash was terrible: in the midst of the silence that reigned, the blows of swords on shields sounded sharply. Feathers, shards of helmets, pieces of shattered shields flew across the arena as excited, panting gladiators struck each other with blow after blow. Not even three minutes had passed since the start of the battle, and already blood had been shed: four gladiators writhed in agony, and the fighters trampled them under their feet. One of those lying around grabbed his partner by the leg and turned the foot. He flew down, ripping his arm.
  The wife of the prince, insatiable Demeter, threw a gnawed bone into the ring.
  - Reds if you win, I'll give you a glass of wine!
  As often happens, the opposite happened, the biggest fighter from the team for which Demeter was rooting was filled up. Three swords immediately pierced a wide chest, and an untimely picked up bone remained in the hand of the unlucky leader.
  Spectators with delight and tension followed the bloody vicissitudes of the battle. They yelled like a herd of wounded bulls. The local elite furiously, raged, cheered up the fighters. The ranks of the gladiators thinned out, the battle broke up into separate skirmishes.
  At this moment, when the dignitary public was enjoying and frankly "going crazy" lapping up blood, the brave rebels killed the sleepy guards. Pobedonostsev, together with a handful of brave men, having crushed the bodyguards, was the first to break into the palace.
  The noise from the approach of the rebels forced the fight to be interrupted. The nobles, staggering, tried to pick up their swords. The young rebel leader shouted loudly:
  - What I see! You kill each other, for the amusement of the scoundrels! The revived bastards who are not even able to lift a sword, their bellies interfere too much. If at least a particle of pride has been preserved in you, cut off this abomination.
  The gladiators seemed to be waiting for just this: they rushed to the obese herd.
  The servant slaves jumped aside, not wanting to die for the hated masters, and the boys even began to throw trays and food at the dignitaries.
  Demeter yelled:
  - Kill them all!
  Then a crystal wine glass fell on her head, knocking out the bitch.
  Witcher was angry. She cut down the rich citizens of the city, chopping their meat.
  It wasn't difficult, but annoying. Next to him fought the constant companion of Pass. Beak did not lag behind, and the gladiators took revenge on their jailers.
  Gloomy slaves raised the steward on a hook, they shouted:
  - We are ours! Slaves just like you!
  - So prove it with a sword! - She shouted, so the candles on the Witcher's chandeliers shook.
  The sheikh tried to run away, but Bik tripped him up and poured honey down his collar:
  - Well, where are you needed. No seasoning.
  Solntslav cut off the heads of two nobles at once, and crushed the jaw of a third with her knee. However, there was no longer even a semblance of a fight, just the slaves took revenge. The remnants of the guard fled, and the feasters, even in their best form, did not represent a serious military force. They were all killed before Vedmakova cooled off. Only the chief sheikh was still alive, Bik pulled his hair. Vedmakova drove the impudent boy away:
  - This is a noble person. We might be useful!
  . CHAPTER #12
  The Germans continued their assault on Stalingrad. There seemed to be quite a bit left, but it was incredibly difficult to pass the last one. Even the massive use of "Sturmtigers" did not help. Although the destruction of jet bombers caused enormous. Another means was napalm bombs.
  The battalion of girls had thinned out, but the beauties still fought. On October 20, it snowed, and the beauties were all barefoot. They leave graceful traces on the white bedspread.
  Beautiful girls, rolled a little in the snow and became cleaner. Matryona, after they captured Seryozhka, could not find a place for herself. Still to lose such a smart and beautiful boy. And what awaited him in fascist captivity? First torture, and then the death penalty!
  The boy was indeed close to being shot, but ended up in the mines. Work sixteen hours a day, and meager rations, the overseer's whip awaited Seryozhka.
  More precisely, the boy is already a quarry, and works hard there like a donkey. But it is much warmer underground than on the surface. And the warriors, in order not to freeze, are forced to jump and run. And the girls fight. Here is the mighty tank "Lion". He has a 150 mm gun, more effective and practical for battles in the city. The Fritz love this tank because it is well protected from all sides.
  "Mouse" creeps a little behind. The German machine under two hundred tons, was also armed with a 150-millimeter cannon and seventy-five. So much more practical. The number of machine guns increased to four, and it was not easy to get close to the tank.
  Anyuta, Maria and Alla are trying to gouge the mastodon together. Carefully selected to him.
  Anyuta sang with enthusiasm:
  - How we lived fighting, and not fearing death ... So from now on, you and I will live! And in the starry heights, and mountain silence, in naval warfare and furious fire! And in furious, and in furious fire!
  "Maus" was the latest modification, with six machine guns, two coaxial with barrels, and four spun on hinges.
  Maria, crawling through the snow, hissed:
  - We will never give up! After all, Jesus the Most High God is with us!
  The girl, getting closer, threw an explosive package at the Mouse caterpillar. It rumbled, under the shield, and the rink burst.
  The girls cheered:
  - Get a fascist!
  Alla swung and threw a fragmentation grenade at the Fritz. The fascist was thrown up by an explosive wave, along with him the heads of two black fighters from the colonial troops were torn off.
  The red-haired beauty whistled:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Anyuta threw the explosive package again... This time not so successfully, it hit the armor and exploded on the surface of the steel shell.
  The girl in annoyance said:
  - Oh, I smeared!
  And crawled for a new portion of homemade explosives. Her round heels, red from the cold, flickered. Almost naked girl, crawling in the snow, a little uncomfortable. But be patient. Especially when shelling takes place, the snow melts.
  Anyuta even sang:
  - I know, the cold will soon disappear,
  The brook rushes loudly ...
  And they are already running through the puddles -
  Barefoot girls!
  The girl shoots, and the Arab from the colonial troops collapses. Enemy attempts to act in small groups lead to serious losses.
  The Mouse's short cannon fires fragmentation again. Shells burst somewhere in the smoke. And a lot of breaks...
  The Germans have almost captured Stalingrad ... There is very little left. But this is precisely what prevents the Wehrmacht from using large bombs and heavy artillery. The Fritz let foreigners go ahead, who are not sorry.
  Maria fired her rifle. The fascist mercenary collapsed and rolled over the stones of the ruins.
  The girl rubbed her bare breasts with scarlet nipples. They completely dressed up the warriors - they jump in their shorts. But on the other hand, there are almost no hits on them. Apparently nudity, somehow especially protects the beauties. Since they are able to survive in such a hell!
  Alla shakes off a mixture of snow and mud, and shoots again. It hit a black soldier right in the eye. Bad bitch, don't say anything.
  The three girls approach Mouse again. It is difficult to penetrate a car that has such thick armor from all sides. But the warriors are full of optimism. If you can not break through the shell itself, then why not tear off the barrel.
  Alla, kicking dirty clods with her bare feet, sang:
  - Our truth, our truth ... Like the rays of the sun! Our tomorrow will be bright, streams will flow from the mountains!
  Warriors have long been armed with captured MP-44s. These assault rifles have a long range. Beauty confidently fire. Blacks fall again. They shoot fountains of scarlet blood.
  Maria, shooting, with a rifle and a captured machine gun on her shoulders, sang:
  - The insidious spider has sharpened its sting,
  And he drinks sacred, Russian blood from Russia!
  Everything is small and small for his adversary, he will kill,
  Who has love for Russia!
  Love for Russia!
  The girl sent a bullet into the assorted "guard" that climbed out of the cracks. The beauty smiled, her face, although emaciated, retained its charm and charm.
  In general, all the girls in their battalion are beautiful. Here, for example, the Tatar Seraphim. Her father is Tatar, but her mother is from Belarus, and from her Serafima inherited hair the color of ripe wheat. Also a beautiful girl, barefoot, and almost naked. And he fires from a captured machine gun, in short bursts. And fascists from other troops crawl on it.
  Serafima shoots quite accurately. Next to her lay the golden-haired Mary. Both girls fire and sing.
  - Motherland! Maria started...
  - And the army! - Continued, shooting Seraphim.
  Maria tweeted:
  - This...
  Leading the fire and hitting the colored, Seraphim reported:
  - Two poles!
  Maria smiled and chirped:
  - On the...
  Seraphim fired and added:
  - Which...
  Maria cut off five, continued:
  - Hold on!
  Seraphim, firing, saluted:
  - Planet!
  Maria, shooting, chirped:
  - Breast...
  Seraphim, shooting, purred:
  - Protect...
  Maria smashed the head of the fascist and gave out:
  - We you ....
  Seraphim cutting the Nazis with bullets, hissed:
  - A country!
  Maria, sending well-aimed bullets, chirped:
  - Everyone....
  Seraphim, shooting more and more accurately, added:
  - People!
  Maria, throwing her golden, dirty hair from her forehead, sang:
  - Rat...
  Seraphim bullet, and sending shots, gave out:
  - Your...
  Maria, hitting the fascist in the throat, continued:
  - Warm!
  The blonde Tatar, sending shots, continued:
  - Clouds...
  Maria accurately shooting, added:
  - Cool!
  Seraphim, grinning, chirped:
  - Well and...
  Maria, shooting accurately, growled:
  - Sun!
  Seraphim, thrashing in bursts, hissed:
  - Zoy!
  Mary continued with a laugh.
  - Automatic...
  Seraphim, as if firing, barked:
  - Nather...
  Maria added well-aimed shots:
  - Shoulder...
  Seraphim added with a laugh:
  - Soldier!
  Maria enthusiastically sang, shooting:
  - I'll dig...
  Serafima, leading a fighter fire, added:
  - Grave...
  Maria knocked down the African and continued:
  - Adversary!
  The girls are out of ammo. And she was forced to run quickly for cover. Supply across the Volga is very difficult. Constant bombing and shelling. Here comes a company of reinforcements from the other side.
  Fountains of spray and fragments boil up around the boats. Stormtroopers roar in the sky. Here the Focke-Wulfs fly in. And they drop bombs.
  Several boats broke up. Soviet soldiers are drowning and dying.
  The enemy artillery fire is too dense.
  Even at night, the Fritz keep everything under fire. And their dive-bombers are worn. Including the grandfather of Yu-87. Although jet aircraft have already gone into the series.
  Here is the legendary Soviet Yak-9. He is fighting a German ME-309. Agreed maneuverability, against speed and weapons. The German is trying to defeat the Soviet car from the very first call. But he doesn't succeed. The yak, in turn, strives to go into the tail, but the Nazi leaves due to high speed.
  A faster German, with stronger weapons, against a more maneuverable Russian. But the rapid flight continues. The fascist uses seven firing points against seven, and touches the Soviet car. She loses speed and starts to fall.
  It emits wisps of smoke. And the engine is on...
  What is this war! It is difficult to oppose a machine as powerful in armament as the ME-309, in which seven firing points compensate for excess weight and poor maneuverability.
  High speed allows the fascist to go into a dive, and the forehead of the German fighter is well armored.
  Anyuta again tries to undermine the Mouse. The girl risks her life. She is already all scratched up, crawling naked through the fortifications. All beauty in scratches and pisuga. But then he throws a grenade with a package attached to the explosion. She is even hit by a burst from a machine gun. Scratches the beauty's shoulder.
  But on the other hand, the explosive package hit the muzzle of a 150-mm cannon. And the German has already received significant damage. With great difficulty, the car moves from its place, and crawls back to the location of its troops in order to lick its wounds.
  Focke-Wulfs and several TA-152s appear in the sky. They begin shelling the Soviet positions. A couple of the latest HE-183, attack jet vehicles, also appeared. These vultures reached speeds of up to eight hundred kilometers per hour, and it was almost impossible to hit them.
  The girls shoot back at the Germans. There is always a chance to hook the enemy, despite the powerful protection of attack aircraft from ground fire.
  Anyuta and Alla retrieved the captured Luftfaust. This weapon, consisting of nine interconnected twenty millimeter recoilless.
  You can shoot like a small anti-aircraft gun.
  And the warriors point at the enemy. They smoothly press the start ... Both beauties rested their bare feet on the rubble, feeling a smooth return.
  Focke-Wulf with six air guns, starts to smoke - his belly is torn open.
  The girls roar with delight:
  - Puck! Washer! Goal!
  Other German planes begin to circle over the heads of the girls. Beauties dart into the underground passages, dodging Focke-Wulf rockets.
  Anyuta received a rough heel with a twinkle. The girl murmured:
  - O infernal flames!
  The sole of the girl was covered with blisters and painfully aching. I wanted to poke something cold.
  And on the surface, the gaps continue. Snow hisses from the flames, ruins are torn apart. The Germans flood the positions with fire, but there is very little sense from this. Warriors hid like mice in minks. Let them iron themselves.
  Alla whispered in Anyuta's ear:
  - I think that soon the Nazis will finally run out of steam. They have a lot of strength, but in Stalingrad they have no opportunity to turn around!
  The blonde girl replied proudly:
  We're here like three hundred Spartans! We reflect the superior forces of the enemy!
  Red-haired Alla giggled and winked at her partner girl:
  - And you won't get around us!
  When the girls got to the surface, the raid ended. New black foot soldiers appeared. They climbed forward, and the girls had to open fire, forcing the enemy to dig the ground with their noses.
  Again, the "Lions" and "Tigers" went into battle. The Germans tried to press the Soviet army with heavy tanks. Every now and then shells rained down. The more vulnerable "Tiger" tried not to break away from its formations. Mortars rumbled as well.
  The girls fired at the Germans and their mercenaries. Knocked out opponents. Alla and Anyuta fired in pairs. Enemy muzzles appeared and settled. Then a new layer of advancing enemies.
  The girls sang during the battle.
  Alla began, firing:
  - Before...
  Anyuta, shooting, continued:
  - By you...
  Alla lupanuv added:
  - Legion...
  Anyuta, having cut off three, shushed:
  - Enemies...
  Alla, nailing opponents, blurted out:
  - They....
  Anyuta, having demolished half of the Arab's skull, continued:
  - They want...
  Allah, crushing the enemy, continued:
  - You...
  Anyuta, shooting, hissed in rage:
  - Shred...
  Allah, breaking through the skull of the Arab, growled:
  - Destroy...
  Anyuta, continuing to nail, hissed:
  - Notes...
  Alla, as if shooting, whistled:
  - Don't be afraid...
  Anyuta, firing an accurate shot, growled:
  - Enemy...
  Alla, firing like a sniper, continued:
  - Shtykov...
  Anyuta, firing further, barked:
  - Able to...
  Alla, without stopping firing, hissed:
  - Force...
  Anyuta, firing furiously, growled, correcting her friend:
  - Courage...
  Alla, in a hard ecstasy, having shot through the heads of the Africans, barked:
  - Strength...
  Anyuta, galloping with fire, hissed:
  - Increase...
  Alla, shaking her red curls, continued:
  - And adversaries ...
  Anyuta, having hit the Arab in the stomach, issued:
  - Straightaway...
  Alla, firing with all calibers, barked:
  - Destroy...
  The girls took a breath. And after shooting a little more, they shouted:
  - We are the knights of the sniper rifle, the voice of the murder is ringing!
  The wave of pushing, colonial troops subsided somewhat. The Nazis again moved the tanks forward. "Tigers" -2 appeared with their long muzzles, and fired shells at everything that they managed to notice.
  "Tiger" -2 had the original shape of the tower and the slopes of the armor plates from the sides. This made him a little more tenacious. The female warriors again chose the tracks of the tank as their target. The fascist had to be like a snake in a frying pan.
  Anyuta threw an explosive package, crushing the front roller of the "Tiger" -2 and sang:
  - I met you with a gift ... Of course, I outlined a place in the coffin!
  Alla hissed, happily throwing a large, explosive package at the fascist:
  - But Pasaran!
  And from the explosion, the long muzzle of the German tank twisted. And the King Tiger began to turn back. Again, the fascist was badly wounded. Alla took it and barked, throwing a piece of glass with her bare toes:
  - To be you in an oak coffin!
  The glass, having flown by, landed right in the throat of an Indian, from among the colonial German troops.
  Anyuta winked at her partner and sang:
  - I'll dip my head into this barrel! I'll dip everyone!
  Alla fired a burst from a machine gun. The Germans were under attack again. The girl hissed:
  - We can do everything! And we will win!
  Anyuta fired her rifle and said:
  - A big win awaits! May our grandfathers be in glory!
  Alla did somersaults and rolled, spinning like a Christmas tree. The girl sang with a wink:
  - Mr. success, where are you going ... Mr. success - the fascists laugh ...
  German tanks, not saving shells, increased their fire. They poured their bursting presents. And they approached the Soviet positions, trying to avoid gaps.
  Anyuta, using a wire, as the captive Seryozhka taught them, pulled up a weighty mine. "Lion" slowly crawled up to the Soviet positions. Its 150mm gun kept spitting out shells. The girls hissed and winked.
  Anyuta sang:
  - Germans-peppers, fascists-Nazis... The end of a pacifist awaits you!
  Allah said with a smile:
  - Pacifism... It's even stupid to talk about pacifism when it comes to the Nazis!
  Anyuta hit the bridge of the nose of an Arab from the colonial guard with a well-aimed shot and chirped:
  - And they are crippled in thinking ... And in military affairs they are not so strong! Soon we will erase them from the face of the planet Earth!
  Alla gave another burst, rubbed her bare breasts on the gravel and sang:
  - I am a Russian knight on the knees of savages ... I will sweep away the enemies of the Fatherland from the face of the Earth!
  The red-haired beauty winked, glancing up at the sky. "Frames", German gunners, were spinning there.
  Creeped up, every now and then, getting stuck in the windbreak German "Lion". And his gun kept spitting.
  Anyuta, moving a mine under the tracks of a German tank, hissed:
  - For Seryozha ....
  The German stopped and fired again. The shell exploded behind the girls.
  Anyuta said:
  - Shells of milk, who has the brains of a baby!
  "Lion" stood for some time. Whether the German experienced crew felt danger ahead, or they wanted to use up the combat kit. But the "Lion" stood still for some time and spat out lethal shells.
  Anyuta noted that the German tank had a more advanced gun and fired more frequently than the KV-2. And this, of course, makes this car much more dangerous. Anyuta crossed herself and hissed:
  May the wicked go to hell!
  Alla fired at the fascist in the solar plexus, and barked:
  - Our victory is inevitable! And all will end well!
  Anyuta also cut off the Turk, and sang:
  - Although, it seems that soon life will be interrupted when trouble knocks on its black horn ... Horses neigh and blood flows like a river, and again the earth leaves from under your feet!
  Alla, having soaked the Iranian, added:
  - But the earth also has its own guardian ... And between the stars stretched to him ... Invisible saving threads to exile Hitler to Kolyma!
  The girls, firing, sang in unison:
  - Let's break Adolf, it will hurt him! I believe fascism will be defeated! And in our Russia, the messiah will appear, Lord of the peoples of all countries!
  And the warriors continued firing. But the enemy infantry lay down, and began to shoot and throw grenades. Fascist hordes tried to smoke the girls out with mortar fire. And throwing a lot of grenades.
  Allah philosophically remarked:
  - You can take the number in the elections, the skill in the elections without war!
  Anyuta giggled and remarked:
  - War is an area where quality beats quantity, elections, as a rule, are the opposite, and this is a joke!
  The warriors slightly retreated, grenades and their fragments were pouring too thickly. Alla even intercepted the thrown present with her foot and threw it back. The grenade flew by and hit the Nazis on their helmets. And how it explodes...
  It was as if another link had detonated somewhere.
  Allah philosophically noted:
  - Luck is the second happiness, success is the third, but the first skill!
  Anyuta giggled and interjected:
  - Luck is a reward for courage, but not for recklessness!
  Alla gouged out the eye of a Hindu from the colonial army and hissed:
  - Who is lucky, his soul sings!
  Anyuta smiled and chirped:
  - It's good when you're lucky, it means God will save you!
  The girls are a little more witty. Then the German "Lion" nevertheless moved forward, and hit a mine. The caterpillar ran into an explosive device and was torn apart.
  The wounded "Lion" spun and stood up ... The warriors were delighted and sang at the top of their lungs:
  - A lion is a cripple in thinking, a tiger is a source of all sorts of troubles ... There is nothing more interesting than a person in the world!
  Anyuta gave a long line, just a foreign army rose to storm and sang:
  We have rockets, planes,
  The strongest Russian spirit in the world...
  At the helm of the best pilots -
  The enemy will be crushed to dust and down!
  "Lion" seems to be badly damaged. She froze, spitting out a couple more shells.
  A nimble Panther appeared. However, she was afraid to go deep into the positions of the Soviet troops, but began to shoot. Shells whistled over the heads of the girls. And they broke rubble and fires.
  Anyuta prepared a grenade to throw, ready to catch the moment when the fascist tank approached at an accessible distance. But there are no fools in the Panther either. The Germans fired, laying shells in a checkerboard pattern, trying not to miss a single piece of land. And literally raked out every stone.
  Alla, patting her bare chest, remarked:
  - The tactics of the Fritz are flawed ... How much will they achieve like that?
  Anyuta remarked wittily:
  - A hen pecks grain by grain, and gains weight much faster than a pig swallowing large pieces!
  The Panther fired more than eighty shots, and after running out of ammunition, turned around, heading back to its lair. In its place, a new mastodon "Sturmtiger" appeared. The machine covered its wide trunk with a cap. It can be seen, thus, hoping to save himself.
  "Sturmtigr", fired at the positions of the Soviet troops from a distance. Rocket fired. The earth rose up, and a fiery fountain poured out jets of flame.
  The girls barely survived, they were fairly covered. Anyuta was even slightly deafened. The girl suddenly saw herself galloping on a horse. And that she commands a squad that attacked the Tatar army. And warriors ride horses with her. The Mongol-Tatars, unable to withstand the blow, retreat and die in thousands under the hooves.
  Anyuta, on the other hand, swings two swords and cuts down enemies. But the vision was suddenly interrupted.
  Alla hit her partner on the cheeks, shakes her, saying:
  - Well, everything! Now stop lying around!
  Anyuta answered angrily:
  - I did not lie down, but fought!
  The girl jumped up in a rage and threw a grenade. The present, having flown by, landed in the muzzle of the tank "Lev". Having received damage, the car wrinkled its weighty trunk.
  Anyuta exclaimed at the top of her lungs:
  - I am the knight of Rus'!
  Alla gave a burst from the machine gun and growled:
  - The boy replied, furrowing his eyebrows,
  I want to serve Holy Rus'...
  Let a sea of blood spill
  But God can save us!
  Anyuta fell on the rubble with her bare stomach and chest. Just in time, as hundreds of machine gun bursts swept over her head. The girl stuck out her tongue and said:
  - The madness of brave soldiers is the lifesaver of abstruse generals!
  Allah agreed:
  - The soldier is brave, the general is prudent, the enemy is cunning, success is solidarity only with wise courage!
  The girls opened fire again and chirped in solidarity:
  Above him squadrons
  Roaring in unison
  Adolf is a strong fool -
  Planting Sodom!
  Another armored "Lion" appeared. Two soldiers ran away from him, judging by the swarthy faces - Arabs. They tried to throw a chain on the hook in order to pull the developed tank from the battlefield.
  Alla and Anyuta fired, killing the techies at the same time. The warriors sang:
  - Do not destroy yourself and help out a comrade, help others out of the conflagration!
  Three blacks showed up. They raced with the chain as fast as they could, but were also shot by the girls. Moreover, Anyuta shot from a gun, pressing the dog with her bare toes.
  And she managed to hit her opponents extremely, like Robin Hood accurately.
  Allah remarked:
  - The mark is not the one who hits successfully, but who misses with bad luck!
  Anyuta threw a grenade with her bare foot and hissed:
  - The most accurate with the vision of a dagger can miss, but an unforgivably sharp mind can slip past the target!
  The grenade hit the mortar and began to explode, detonating the mines.
  Yes, Stalingrad was not easy for the Germans. Got them in it an eerie citadel of death!
  . CHAPTER #13
  On November 3, the Germans surrounded Tikhvin, and fighting took place in the city itself. The Red Army slowly retreated. Most of the city of Baku has already been captured, the Soviet troops are retreating to the peninsula. Yerevan is still barely holding on. Stalingrad is on the brink of destruction.
  But still, Stalin ordered this city not to surrender. Fighting unfolded for Astrakhan. In this city, the Fritz are also trying to advance. They heavily bomb all the approaches and destroy the infrastructure.
  Winter is coming... And the course of the war is becoming less and less predictable. But Stalingrad does not seem to hold. Supply through the Volga makes it difficult to freeze up, and massive bombing.
  On November 4, ninety percent of Tikhvin was already taken. And the Germans approached the Finnish territory. The Soviet troops, having suffered significant damage, could not gather enough strength to stop the enemy.
  The Finns and puppet Swedish troops also attacked the meeting. Significant forces were used.
  On November 5, the German coalition and the Finnish-Scandinavian troops united. Thus, a double ring closed around Leningrad. A new, major victory for the Third Reich.
  On November 6, fighting was still going on in the northern sector. The Nazis expanded the corridor. The situation was extremely difficult. In Tikhvin, the last remnants of resistance were burning down. The Germans fired ballistic missiles at Yerevan. Released three presentations. Caused significant damage with casualties. But in the end they didn't break anything.
  The city of Astrakhan was cut off by land from the rest of the Soviet territory. The situation escalated. New German and British battleships bombarded Murmansk. During the shelling, the commandant of the garrison, and many officers, were killed.
  It got even worse.
  And on November 7, the Nazis broke into the Volkhov, and finally crushed Tikhvin with the resistance of the Soviet troops. Thus, the gap with Leningrad grew sharply. It became clear that the city in the blockade is unlikely to survive.
  On November 8, the long-awaited tests of the Lev-2 tank finally took place. The machine had a modified layout. The engine, transmission and gearbox were located in one place and in front, and the fighting compartment in the back.
  The Germans, under the leadership of Porsche, made the car with energetic efforts on the anniversary of the putsch.
  Indeed, thanks to a lower silhouette, while maintaining the armament and armor of the "Lion", the weight of the car was reduced to sixty tons, with an engine of 1200 horsepower. Combat tests showed that it turned out to be a completely acceptable tank. Exactly what you need!
  The combination of good running and armor qualities.
  The Fuhrer, however, was not satisfied. He demanded to strengthen the armor of the sides and stern, as well as to put an 88-mm cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL.
  Another test vehicle was the E-100. This tank, however, turned out to be too heavy: 140 tons, but it has excellent protection from all angles and the armament of the Mouse. In general, the "E" series promised to be extremely promising. The Germans apparently did not waste time.
  The tank "Bars" with an engine of 1000 horsepower was also demonstrated, however, the car seemed to Hitler not sufficiently protected.
  Shown on the anniversary and various kinds of aircraft. In particular, attack aircraft and modifications of the ME-262. And also TA-183. A whole parade of technology.
  Including powerful gas launchers, they are capable of demolishing entire cities and villages.
  Here, in fact, they demonstrated very strong systems of destruction.
  The Panther-2 also passed the tests, weighing fifty tons, it had a 150-millimeter sloped frontal armor, and a King Tiger gun. The side armor was 82 mm, at an angle. Such a tank more or less suited Hitler, so it was able to withstand thirty-fours in close combat.
  In general, the Nazis combed the menagerie.
  Passed and tested fighters "Gotha" capable of reaching speeds of one thousand one hundred kilometers per hour.
  In short, they gave up.
  Volkhov fell on November 9th. The situation has reached its climax. And again the Soviet tanks tried to counterattack.
  Gringeta froze near the gun. "Churchill" -2 stood in front of Soviet vehicles and spit out ammunition.
  The Lord's daughter Jane counted the hits. Soviet tanks slowed down as they drove into the ditch. And this was used by the German menagerie.
  Nicoletta took it and sang:
  - The English warrior is not afraid of death,
  Under the starry sky, death will not take us!
  For a lion with a crown will fight bravely,
  I will load the mighty machine gun!
  Malania nodded approvingly.
  - It's gorgeous! And we will charge too!
  The gun worked very actively. The shells flickered like matches leaving contours in the air. Yes, energetic girls got caught. And most importantly, accurate.
  Gringeta, nodding her head, sent a projectile into the base of the thirty-four's turret. Muttered:
  - This is death! She will come to my enemies! And I know henceforth, she is waiting for mustachioed enemies!
  Nicoletta said with a smile:
  - All the animals bowed to the mustachioed one ... So that he could fail the damned one!
  Gringeta laughed again, and fired, hissing:
  - My projectile is the most accurate. We will definitely get there!
  Nicoletta raised her index finger and said:
  - Pif, Paf - missed! The gray bunny jumped off!
  Gringeta, firing, sang:
  Everyone chooses for themselves
  Woman, religion, road...
  Serve the devil or the prophet
  Everyone chooses for themselves!
  Jane shook her head and protested:
  - Not certainly in that way! Ninety-nine percent of a person's faith is determined by birth, not by knowledge. Here we belong to the Anglican Church ... And if you look, on what basis? Is this our choice?
  Gringeta giggled and remarked:
  - I personally was in a believing family, but now I am more and more inclined towards atheism!
  Nicoletta giggled and stuck out her tongue.
  - Atheism... That's interesting!
  Malania noted philosophically:
  And far from everything! When there is no God, and there are no supernatural forces, then any religion is false!
  Gringeta nodded her head, willingly confirming:
  - It's like the communists! They came up with the idea that all religions are just people's fantasies. And on this they built a doctrine!
  Malanya curled her lips skeptically.
  - And what awaits them after death?
  Gringeta chuckled carnivorously. She fired a projectile, cutting the hull of another Soviet tank and answered:
  - Here you can think of a lot ... Even the resurrection of the dead by the forces of science!
  Malania recalled, grinning:
  - I read one book about the world of the future. There is already a space empire. There is no death, old age, disease. And, of course, hunger ... True, most of the population does not have a job, but there is enough for everyone.
  For example, cars are given away for free. And there are electronic machines with which they keep in touch with the whole world.
  Nicoletta remarked quite seriously:
  - Progress is fast. Look at these tanks... How they have advanced and become more perfect. Still, "Churchill" -2 cannot be compared with "Matilda".
  Malania agreed with this:
  - Yes, the tanks have advanced ... This is chic!
  Another attack of Soviet tanks bogged down, and there was a break.
  On November 10 and 11, the Germans carried out small offensive operations, cutting corners in the north.
  Soviet troops tried to counterattack north of Stalingrad, but did not achieve much success. There were already the last houses in the city. Destroyed at the same time, to the ground. But for now, Stalin ordered to keep it to the end.
  The city of Baku is almost captured. But the oil wells are on fire and fighting has broken out among them. The Germans are constantly bombing.
  The battles in Astrakhan are at their peak...
  On November 12, the Turks launched an attack on Yerevan. The pressure was repulsed. The Ottomans suffered. But the fau was fired again. On November 13, the Germans occupied the last quarters of Baku - announcing the capture of the city. Only on the peninsula, fighting was still going on, and the sky was black from flaming wells.
  November 14, the Nazis began the assault on Murmansk. They used artillery, and aircraft...
  Stalingrad was on fire, but the redeployed Soviet reinforcements made it possible to hold on. Although only for the edge of the city, and at the cost of colossal losses.
  During the assault on Murmansk, a large armada of battleships gathered, and aircraft carriers also approached. The city was pressed like a roller of plasma. And they bombed and fired.
  On November 15, fascist troops began to move, attacking the city, the only non-freezing port in the Arctic Ocean. "Mouses" took part in the battles, and even the "Rat" tank, which the Nazis wanted to try out in practice.
  However, the "Rat" was somewhat disappointing. She first advanced, and then got stuck in the snowdrifts. And stopped on the outskirts of the city. The Germans were not quite ready for the offensive. But the shelling didn't stop. On November 16, the Nazis practically completed the cleanup of oil, flaming wells. But part of the peninsula was inaccessible to them, because of the fires that had grown to the seventh heaven.
  On November 17, the Nazis captured the last branch of the Volga Delta, and thereby blocked Astrakhan more thoroughly. Baku has long been cut off.
  Yerevan was also stormed. The city is on a hill, very convenient for defense, but it is difficult to storm it especially with tanks.
  On November 18, Soviet troops again tested the strength of the Nazi defenses north of Stalingrad. This weakened the onslaught on what was left of the year on the Volga, but was worth tangible losses.
  On November 19, the Germans stopped the assault on Murmansk due to heavy losses.
  Thus, the possessed Fuhrer could not pull out in any way, numerous splinters from his position. The plans of the Nazis to end the USSR before winter failed.
  Worst of all, as Japan, suspended the offensive, due to cold weather, and huge losses in manpower. The only thing is that the samurai increased the production of their own thirty-fours and licensed Panthers. And they could cause trouble next summer.
  On November 20, the Germans partially extinguished the fires and cleared most of the peninsula.
  On November 21, Soviet troops again attacked the Germans and even wedged a few kilometers north of Stalingrad. The Nazis had to weaken their onslaught and try to regain their positions.
  Fights, as they say in such cases, are just at the level of a freak!
  On November 22, the Nazis tried to advance in the region of Turkmenistan. And after walking ten kilometers, they were stopped. But on November 23, having introduced the Shah's brigades into battle, they advanced again. The situation has become extremely aggravated in the region of Central Asia.
  On November 24, there were no significant changes on the fronts ...
  On November 25, the Nazis resumed the assault on Murmansk. Threw new parts into battle. But there's little point so far.
  November 26 has come - eleven years since the elections to the Reichstag, after which Hitler was appointed Reich Chancellor.
  For the first time, the newest E-100 tank was deployed to the front.
  It was the combat practice of such a machine.
  The tank looked rather long, almost flattened. The long muzzle of a 128mm cannon protruded from it. And frontal armor at an angle of forty-five degrees. And he is tilted from the sides.
  The E-100 tank moved thanks to the latest 1500-horsepower engine, faster than the Maus. And the projectiles bounced off him.
  And inside the car appeared a cheerful four Magda, Christina, Gerda and Charlotte.
  The girls gave birth to children for the Fuhrer, and left them under the care of special SS nannies.
  And just arrived at the front. The girls are very funny. They missed the battles. And here is just the opportunity to express themselves. Take, finally, this northern Sevastopol.
  And to establish the dominance of the Third Reich in the Arctic Ocean. How much longer can the war really drag on? And the four think: can at least something change together with them?
  It is not too frosty near Murmansk - the Gulf Stream insulates. The girls are in a fighting mood. Each had a couple - a boy and a girl! So you can rejoice.
  Magda and Christina hovered around the guns. The tank is brand new and easy to handle. From the sides it is protected by 120 mm of sloping armor, plus another 50 mm shield. So the car can not be pierced from all angles.
  The girls were whistling a song. They are great at heart.
  Gerda remarked with a smile on her amber lips:
  - Now we have a common offspring with Hitler. We are members of the royal family!
  Charlotte giggled as she remarked:
  - And ahead - only zeros!
  Tank "E" -100 approached the Soviet positions. Everything around was so destroyed that shots from the Soviets were rare, and usually from light guns.
  Magda aimed her 128mm cannon and fired at the Soviet magpie. The honey blonde girl sang:
  - I'm a tigress, and I have a grin... And the vicious tiger tore everyone apart!
  The Soviet forty-five rolled back, several Russian soldiers were killed.
  Magda purred like a cat:
  - I'm a superman, my method is simple... I'll bite off those who have tails made of wool! And then the girl began to laugh. Well, just like a wild goddess.
  Hitler's prostitutes rocked the tank. And they themselves jumped in a car with inclined armor.
  But then the warriors turned their car. Charlotte, this beauty with copper-colored hair, how to sing:
  - Tsok, tsok, tsok ... Roll the stream! The Nazi cavalry ate all the sand!
  And after that, Charlotte, how she wants to laugh ... She even clanged her teeth. And again the tank spun. The Germans tore down the barbed wire fence. The machine, the size of a Tyrannosaurus rex, growled obscenely. And the warriors bared their cute and carnivorous faces.
  The girls endured in themselves and gave birth to children from Adolf Hitler. And that already says something. Beautiful shrews, but at the same time moral freaks. Here they crushed a Soviet soldier who fell under the wheels. And they pressed a 76-mm cannon into the ground. We drove over it. Flattened steel. Warriors showed figure aerobatics. The shells seemed more harmless than peas, in a rattle that a child is shaking. The next cannon that the E-100 flattened was the 85mm.
  Magda giggled.
  - And we crush the Russians like bedbugs!
  Christina corrected her friend:
  - More like bears! A bear is a big animal!
  Red-haired Charlotte added, baring her fangs:
  - And toothy!
  German tanks pushed their way through the city's defense lines. The Soviet troops fought very hard. Everyone took up arms. Even ten-year-old boys fought in the militia. There were also many girls. All the inhabitants gathered, but there were not enough weapons. Mass heroism was manifested in everything. The pioneers, using homemade explosives or bundles of grenades, got close to the Nazi tanks and threw themselves under the tracks - dying for their homeland.
  The E-100 tank received some damage. One of the boys managed to push through a heavy mine. He died himself, but damaged a German car. The roller burst, and part of the caterpillar flew off. The big car slowed down. Then a couple of warriors threw bundles of grenades, shattering the thick tracks.
  E-100, having passed the front line, lost its mobility.
  Gerda aimed six machine guns, and turned them on when the Soviet soldiers tried to counterattack. Dozens of Russians and representatives of other peoples of Russia fell down, pierced by machine-gun bullets. The Soviet soldiers, however, ran forward. They threw grenades and died. Part of the fragments reached the E-100, but the machine guns worked properly. And the devil Gerda is so accurate. And her bullets almost never fly in vain.
  And Russian soldiers are dying...
  Christina was fired from a rapid-fire 75 mm cannon, fragmentation shells, and fired from a coaxial machine gun. The red-haired beast, tearing Soviet soldiers with bullets, hissed:
  - I am the bearer of death ... Satan himself is red-haired to me!
  Magda timidly remarked:
  - Well, you don't have to. Satan is the enemy of God and is doomed to the lake of fire!
  Christina slapped the metal with her bare foot and bellowed:
  What about the lake of fire? My hair is like a flame!
  Gerda said with a smirk:
  - The Fuhrer himself will forgive us any sins ... More precisely, the very concept of sin, is it essentially outdated?
  Magda shrugged.
  - You want to say that the concept of sin is outdated ...
  Gerda turned on her machine guns again, suppressing a desperate counterattack by Russian soldiers. Bullets killed them like gifts from hell. The E-100 is very heavily protected in this modification. As many as eight machine guns, two coaxial with cannons, and the rest were controlled on hinges. And they hit very hard.
  Gerda roared with a grin:
  - Sin, this is the basis of the existence of the Third Reich! Our religion is truly the faith of the beasts!
  Red-haired Christina, firing from a cannon and killing Russian soldiers, sang:
  - My affectionate and gentle beast... I love your fangs, believe me! My infernal and fanged beast!
  One of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns again managed to hit the rinks and break them. E-100 finally stopped. Magda, however, punished the annoying anti-aircraft gun by covering it with a heavy charge. Well, the tracks were broken.
  Frowning, Gerda called a tugboat and asked:
  - Pull us out, please! We are dying! The tracks are broken!
  The answer came immediately:
  - The tug will be!
  Christina sang with a smile:
  - This is the move! Enemies to waste!
  Magda fired at the gun, which the Russian soldiers were trying to pull out for direct fire. She smashed the barrel, and scattered the Soviet soldiers in different directions. One of the soldiers was torn in half, and fought in agony.
  The blonde Christian crossed herself, and raising her eyes to the sky, she prayed:
  - Forgive me Lord! For involuntary sin and murder!
  Christina giggled and remarked:
  - No, that's not possible! You must be hard as a rock! Become a rock for us!
  Magda confidently replied:
  - There is only one rock - Jesus Christ!
  The red-haired she-devil barked:
  - Jesus was a pacifist! And our faith and profession is war!
  The E-100 tank was towed and dragged towards the German positions. Gerda, with the smile of the snow queen, remarked:
  - Rollers are the most vulnerable part of the tank. And this must be fought!
  Charlotte shook her head.
  - Do not cover the entire rollers with shields. This is not possible, as part of the caterpillars will still be open!
  Magda suggested:
  - And if you make the rollers small and without a pallet?
  The red-haired she-devil giggled and showed her pearl teeth:
  - And how to give them more speed?
  Magda rubbed the metal with her bare sole and suggested:
  - And if you use electric motors?
  Charlotte pulled up her stomach and twisted her neck.
  - A possible option... And the tanks will burn less!
  Magda said tearfully:
  - That's when we get into hell, it will burn and burn like torches!
  The redhead snarled:
  - Well, so what ... And the angels are created from a bright flame! Let's be angels!
  Christina took it and sang deafeningly:
  - I'm not an angel, but just a devil, but for people I have become a saint .... Get the enemies of the calculation, under the torture of such unearthly pain!
  The girls were silent... Stormtroopers were spinning in the sky, and the cannonade rumbled. And the bombs kept raining down and raining down ... Like a real hail of destruction and devastation.
  Murmansk was burning and people were dying. The Germans even launched a ballistic missile. Not a very effective weapon. It"s easier to drop a five-ton bomb from the Yu-488, it will be both more accurate and cheaper.
  Christina was the first to jump out barefoot into the snow when the tank was taken to the emergency parking lot. The repairmen were there. The girls moved into a warm hut. Lie down on mattresses. Gerda and Charlotte began to play pocket chess.
  Magda and Kristina began to do a press so that their bellies were embossed and did not sag during pregnancy. Beautiful to shiver in the loins of a warrior. Still fresh, but these are already women who have given birth to children. And dying is not so scary now - there is someone to continue the race! Even with the seed of such a bastard as Hitler.
  But the girls from the SS battalion "Tigers", the Fuhrer is really something like God. And no longer a pagan god, but something Almighty and incomprehensible in its genius.
  Gerda played the king's gambit and developed a strong attack. Charlotte stubbornly defended herself. There was an exchange of blows. But it all ended in mutual extermination, and a draw. Then Magda and Kristina began to play chess. And Charlotte and Gerda began to do press and push-ups. The girl actively kept in shape.
  Magda, playing and pushing the opponent, philosophically remarked:
  - It's still weird...
  Christina asked with an innocent smile on her lips:
  - What's weird?
  The blonde superman replied:
  - The fact that whites are the colors of goodness, but they are the first to start the war!
  The red devil rationally remarked:
  - But we are also good ... But the Bolsheviks attacked Russia first!
  Magda sang in response with a sad tone:
  - But everything blooms before us, everything burns behind us ...
  Christina replied in a clear voice:
  - You don't have to whine! With us is the one that will decide everything for us!
  Gerda continued to sing:
  - Cheerful, not gloomy, let's go home - blond athletes will be our reward!
  After that, the whole four burst out laughing... An attendant teenager appeared and gave the girls sandwiches with butter, cheese, sausage, and dried fruits. The girls ate, and they were exhausted in the heat. The beauties fell asleep. It's good when you're young and healthy - you can easily go to sleep.
  The next day, November 27, E-100 was only partially restored. The girls did not take part in the offensive. But on the other hand, in one bikini, and barefoot through the snowdrifts, they made a run. They were looked at as if they were crazy, rushing almost naked in the cold. But girls are generally aerobatics. They are special people of the future!
  Gerda stepped forward. And not so barefoot girl Gerda, which was in Andersen's fairy tale. But also courageous and hardened. And at the same time, she became a born killer. Swift girl, with strong muscles.
  However, all four girls are good. They raced at a fast pace fifty kilometers and returned back. Then they did a series of exercises, sang, and swayed. A little practice in shooting.
  Only the next day the E-100 tank was repaired. Well, and it's not so bad. Moreover, in this super-heavy machine there was an original arrangement of rollers, different from the staggered order, which increased driving performance on snow, but created certain problems for repairmen out of habit. Although it is just easier to mount the E-100 than the "Tiger" or "Panther".
  On November 28, the Nazis were able to break through a little deeper in Murmansk. But the resistance of the Soviet troops is simply incomprehensible. And even the sixteen-inch shells of the battleships of Britain and Germany could not break the will of the defense.
  But the Nazis still advanced. The E-100 tank passed a couple of blocks in a day, but again damaged the tracks. But this time the repair took only a few hours. On November 29, the terminator girls collided with a KV-3 tank. The Soviet car hit the frontal armor a couple of times, but the shells flew off from the slope. Magda fired back at the Russian tank, setting it ablaze like a pile of stacked torches.
  Christina asked her partner with a mocking grin:
  - Don't you feel sorry for those Russians at all?
  Magda sincerely replied:
  - I feel sorry for everyone, even those who are not worthy of pity!
  And the girl sighed heavily, turning her eyes to the sky. The warriors tried to act more and more carefully. In order not to be distracted by repairs. The 128mm and 75mm guns worked like donkeys. But still the tank was damaged.
  One of the walls exploded and collapsed on the car. Scratched and slightly dented the armor.
  On November 30, the Nazis advanced even further. In some places, even went to the city center. But on the same day, a well-aimed shot from a forty-five damaged the muzzle of a 128-mm cannon, and the girls were forced to stand up again for repairs. And, apparently, longer.
  Then the four decided to fight instead of a tank, like simple infantry. The beauties tried to fight, fighting in one bikini. But in the cold, the girls could only endure a few hours in such a half-naked form, and then they ran to warm up.
  Gerda burrowed into the snow, fired from the latest MP-44 machine gun, and killed Russian soldiers quite actively. Here she is, a barefoot girl with white hair, hit a Red Army colonel in the head. And she said:
  - No, I'm still Aryan!
  Charlotte, who was advancing from the other side, giggled:
  - You are a warrior who brings death to enemies. - Then a red-haired, bare-legged girl fired at the major and hit him right under the eye. Pretty grinned. - You see, I shoot just as well!
  Gerda gave a turn, finishing off the Komsomol member, and the captain of the Russian troops, showed her teeth bitch:
  - Yes, you shoot, and I saw! Like a chainsaw!
  Charlotte threw a shard of glass with her bare toes. He hit the lieutenant of the Russian army in the neck, and chirped:
  - And here I am, dabble in glass!
  Gerda ran through the snow, leaving bare, graceful footprints. She ran bent over. Then the tigress girl turned over and did a somersault. She twisted and moved her head into the chin of a Soviet soldier. He spat out blood. Gerda squeezed her throat with her bare feet and strangled the Russian.
  The red-haired she-devil Charlotte strangled the pioneer. That's how nasty and evil the girls turned out to be.
  Magda also killed Russian soldiers, but did not touch the children. No, she will never raise her hand to a child. And in general, the shedding of blood did not give her pleasure. But still, she is a tigress from the SS battalion, and she must obey the order.
  Here Christina threw a dagger at a boy who looked about twelve years old. Already cruel. No, adults should not kill children!
  Magda crossed herself and whispered:
  - Forgive the Lord! You're disgusting to me, but war is war!
  And the blonde shot at the Russian sniper, he fell, pierced by an accurate hit on the bridge of the nose. Alas, the famous four appeared. The girls first killed the British and partly the Americans, but now they took up
  Russians. Such are the rattling grins of the Second World War. The grins that show the most real, and sharp fangs!
  Christina rubbed her bare foot against the wood, still feeling chilly and remarking:
  - Ugly? And what do you want from red-haired witches!
  . CHAPTER #14
  The Germans gradually froze the activity. Including aviation - and forced because of the deterioration of weather conditions. It was not entirely possible to fulfill the tasks set on the eve of the offensive. True, the Caucasus is practically captured. Baku oil production is under control. The USSR lost its largest source of oil. True, the Germans themselves still have to spend time to restore the wells. Captured and Karelia, Arkhangelsk, part of the northern coast. Completely cut off from communication with the rest of Russia Leningrad. Some other territories are captured in the center. Half of Turkmenistan is also occupied. Japan captured the whole of Mongolia, and also wedged into Central Asia and partially created bridgeheads beyond the Amur, in the Usuri region. True, the samurai succeeded somewhat less. Vladivostok is completely blocked and it is being shelled.
  Moscow is about 200 kilometers away. And already the Germans can bombard the capital with ballistic missiles and bomb with jet aircraft. But in winter and in frost, the Wehrmacht lost the opportunity to carry out a further offensive. Especially the colonial troops: Indians, Africans, Arabs are very cold. And they lost most of their combat capability. It is a sin not to take advantage of such a situation. Although the Red Army suffered huge losses, it was also severely depleted.
  Indeed, the General Staff decided, despite all the difficulties with the supply and the loss of the Caucasus, to carry out several large offensive operations in the winter. Even if the fascists don"t dare to stick their nose out in the winter, but we will pinch them and crush them.
  Or, in any case, we will force them to fight in the worst weather conditions.
  Vasilevsky, the head of the general staff and deputy minister of defense, quite logically, suggested that the USSR would not be able to win the technological race against all of Europe and Africa, with Asia to boot.
  In this regard, over the winter, the advantage of the enemy, especially in aviation, will only grow. Yes, of course, Soviet designers have already developed and continue to develop new, more advanced tanks. In particular, the T-34-85 with a larger turret and a powerful gun. Well, the IS-2 with a 122-millimeter gun is on the way. But the Germans will not stand still either. Besides, even the new cars aren't good enough to beat the Lion or any heavy car.
  And it is unlikely that it will be possible now to achieve numerical superiority.
  Voznesensky also spoke. He also spoke in favor of an early offensive:
  - After the loss of the Caucasus, our army will experience a severe shortage of fuel. More precisely, we already experience it to the fullest. However, in winter, the daytime period is much shorter, non-flying weather is common and fuel consumption will also be reduced.
  People's Commissar Zhdanov also hastened to add:
  - In addition, our fighters and sappers blew up all the oil wells in the Caucasus. And this means that the Fritz cannot yet use our oil. But considering how quickly the cruel fascists are able to build and restore everything, then in the spring Baku oil will also flow into the artery of the economy of the Third Reich.
  Stalin summed up the discussion:
  - At the end of December we will strike the first winter blow. The only question is where?
  There was no unity among the military. Zhukov proposed to strike in the center and throw the enemy away from Moscow. Vasilevsky suggested that it would be better to find a weak point in Tikhvin. At the same time, help Leningrad, which the double ring of the blockade may not survive.
  Rokossovsky called for an offensive in the direction of Voronezh. There were ideas to attack the Nazis in Astrakhan, or even near Arkhangelsk. Stalin listened to all the comments, scratched something and thought.
  The idea of pushing the enemy away from Moscow looked seductive and begging. However, it is in the center that the Nazis are now the strongest and well entrenched.
  It seemed illogical to attack, forcing the Volga, the river was large and full-flowing, and the very first phase of the operation would become protracted.
  A variant of an attack between the Don and the Volga is possible, but ours have already been beaten there, and the Germans are also well fortified.
  Vasilevsky's idea looks the most logical. In the north, the Germans are weaker, and their troops somehow have less combat experience. Moreover, Tikhvin was recently occupied, the German troops were located on the ledge. But it is quite possible that the Fritz think so.
  Give all the forces in the direction of Voronezh? A balcony formed in the configuration of the front, which it would be very rational to try to cut down like a slanting sow thistle.
  Some more interesting thoughts are to fuck near Arkhangelsk. Considering that the Fritz will have to transfer reinforcements by the seas, there is rational grain in this direction.
  Although it is difficult to supply our own troops, especially since the fascists' submarine fleet totally dominates in the sea. Yes, and new cruisers from the Nazis are coming into operation. It seems that they even almost built the previously flooded battleship Bismarck. Moreover, the new ship should beat the record size and armament of the Yamato.
  Although on the other hand, why do Fritz need battleships? To throw dust in the eyes of the whole world? More concerned about the data on new types of weapons that are being developed in the Third Reich. Especially about missiles and jet aircraft, and this is serious.
  After a little hesitation, Stalin approved the plan: to launch an offensive on the Tikhvin region at the end of December, and in early January to feel the enemy near Voronezh.
  In general, this looked logical ... Meanwhile, the almost forgotten four girls continued their heroism on the Eastern Front. Gerda and Charlotte and Christina and Magda von Singer - after a pause caused by the fact that they all almost simultaneously became pregnant; then gave birth to healthy children, returned to the front.
  The weather was cold, the beauties arrived just on the twenty-fifth of December. It is snowing and the wind is blowing curls. And they chose not the warmest place for themselves - right near Leningrad.
  Upon arrival, the bikini-clad girls had a jog through the snowdrifts. In fact, true Aryans must show that they are not afraid of any, even the most severe cold. Together with them, a ninja boy who had arrived from Japan, whom everyone called Karas, fled.
  This kid became famous for participating in special operations. Pleasant oriental features, together with blond hair inherited from an unknown father, made the boy very handsome.
  The girls even made eyes at him in response, although Karas, perhaps, is not yet a couple for them. But the relief of the muscles, like a wire, runs, that even these hardened and experienced tigresses cannot keep up with it.
  The girls after giving birth at the training base completely regained their shape, but not every superman is given to withstand such an icy pace.
  Christina, who, like Magda, von Singer, managed to fight with the Russians, remarked:
  - Frost and snow are their main ally. And so nothing is cooler than the British!
  Magda rightly remarked:
  - I wouldn't say that. The Russians are much stronger and the units almost never retreat!
  Charlotte made a somersault, while jogging, giggling, remarked:
  - But this is rather their weakness than a plus .... I don"t understand such methods of command and control of troops as the creation of barrage detachments and executions of the commanders of retreating units.
  Barefoot Gerda herself, turning over while running and stretching, agreed:
  - Of course - you won't get good warriors from under the stick. - Here the blonde girl, however, was forced to admit, gritting her heart. - But the Russians are fighting well if they have already held out for two and a half years. We would like their vitality!
  Christina snorted contemptuously.
  - Are you talking to us?
  Gerda giggled, remarking:
  We are the elite! Especially Marseille!
  The best ace of all times and peoples, despite the categorical prohibition of Hitler, who wanted this symbol of invincibility to focus exclusively on teaching work - after all, he was still a lieutenant general, nevertheless broke out to the front.
  Or rather, the Fuhrer graciously allowed him to return if the Germans felt bad somewhere.
  The Nazis, of course, just in case, strengthened the defense and prepared for the winter, but they strongly doubted that the Russians would have the resources for large-scale offensive actions.
  However, intelligence worked. That is, information about the impending offensive to liberate Tikhvin nevertheless leaked out. Moreover, the Soviet troops began a powerful artillery preparation, just in time for Christmas.
  The Katyushas were thrashed, and even a couple of the first Andryusha high-power jet launchers. And the rumble was such that the barefoot, half-frozen girls caught it.
  Fortunately, their hearing is excellent and their eyes sparkle with sparks.
  Looking at each other, the girls came to the conclusion:
  - What now we will fight, as it should!
  And the ninja boy Karas said:
  - My task will be to enter Leningrad and reconnoiter there. You are too beautiful for scouts!
  Magda languidly tilted her eyelashes, answering:
  - And you, too... And if the Russians seem strange, your accent?
  Karas logically remarked:
  - When you speak Russian too correctly, it betrays a foreigner in you much more. In any case, I ran, but carefully crush the adversary on the flank ...
  The girls rushed to their tank. After all, they are test tankers. And they chose for themselves, something new. More precisely, even two novice tanks at once, which must be tested at the front.
  Namely, "Weasels", cars with two crew members with a very low silhouette. The very first models of tanks of a new generation, where the Germans really seriously engaged in compacting the layout. And some interesting know-how in management. In particular, the electric transmission and the location of the gearbox mounted in the motor. And the tankers themselves, a couple, were actually lying down. At the same time, the transmission and engine were placed at the back, and the girls were comfortably located on their stomachs. And their legs crushed the gears and buttons at the back, and their hands, on the contrary, moved comfortably when shifting. The most recumbent seat is made to order and copies the shape of their bodies. There really is no tower - it turned out to be self-propelled guns, and so low that the rollers are located outside.
  Of course, the cannon cannot turn, but it can rotate a little. Well, the fighter itself famously turns around its axis, and thereby compensates for the lack of a tower.
  Magda explained to the companion girls:
  - There, without a turret, tanks get cheaper and lower. Here we can adjust the height, lowering it to 1.2 meters and raising it to 1.5 ... Almost like partisans, we crawl on the plastuna.
  With a weight of 12 tons, the car had excellent frontal armor of 82 millimeters at an angle of inclination of 40 degrees from the horizontal at the top. The bottom one is very small. The sides are protected worse at 60 millimeters, but the rollers themselves still cover. The 400 horsepower engine provides excellent driving performance. Plus, the location of the rollers and the suspension make it possible not only to reduce the silhouette, but also provide excellent cross-drifts.
  Like it or not, but a heavier menagerie, starting with the Panther, much more bulky and clumsy. And on the snowdrifts and completely coffin.
  Gerda, who settled down with her longtime partner Charlotte, and involuntarily she felt discomfort in the cramped, compact and oblong box of the tank. Although, of course, we must pay tribute to the fact that the car with the T-4 armament and the best armor fit into the weight of 12 tons. The blonde terminator remarked:
  - The most comfortable tanks were "Tiger" and "Lion". In this car, even us girls have a hard time turning around.
  Charlotte replied:
  - But protection ... Like the newest "Panther", which only since November began to enter the troops with a 60-millimeter case .... True, the forehead is closed better than ours with 120-millimeters, but you still need to hit it. In such an angle as ours, an 85-millimeter cannon will ricochet even when firing point-blank.
  Gerda scratched her foot behind her ear, but from this movement all the same her toe rested on the sloping roof and remarked:
  - The Russians warned us that tanks with a caliber of 122 millimeters may appear. Intelligence does not sleep!
  Charlotte said confidently, puffing out her cheeks and twisting her mouth in anger:
  - Our intelligence, as always, is on top. Only we were locked in a cramped box.
  The new engine of 400 horsepower, as the instructions said, could be boosted for a short time with a water-metal or nitrogen mixture. In this case, the tank could rush for several minutes at a speed of over 100 kilometers.
  The Soviet troops went into a breakthrough, before that they riddled all the trenches and bunkers of the Nazis. But the Nazis withdrew most of the troops to the second and third lines. After that, they tried to meet the infantry with artillery fire and machine-gun ranks.
  Ahead, of course, were moving tanks. Since the more powerful T-34-85 had not yet entered mass production, the smaller and more mobile T-34-76 attacked. They, regardless of losses, climbed onto the trench line and used their excellent driving performance in the snow.
  And here are the German cars trying to answer. The T-4 has already been taken out of production, but several of these are still in service. Oddly enough, they move better in snowdrifts than newer monsters. Those still need to be started in order to clear the snow that has clogged between the skating rinks. It"s even funny how the Fritz boil water in boilers, and then pour it on the tracks so that this vile crust comes off.
  Even the best German tank "Lion" even suffers with such rollers. True, in the most modifications, the French have already taken this into account, and the machine itself is capable of beating a thirty-four ... But this is only conditionally speaking so simple.
  But here's a couple of German tanks still moved... But the rest, how to say... In the top! True, from the "Lion" cool tankers try to hit the T-34-76 from a long distance. It should be noted that given the fragility of the armor of the Soviet-designed cast turret, unfortunately there is a chance to hit.
  The lack of alloying elements is so acute that even the 50 mm guns of the Fritz are dangerous. However, hits from a small 37 mm cannon also cause collapses and shedding of armor, or the hull with the turret cracks.
  The relative vulnerability of the "thirty-four" led to the fact that the idea of re-equipping the "Panthers" with a more powerful gun was postponed until better times. Or rather, the worst ones - if IPs go into the series. But so far, the IS-1 has not become a mass series. But information has already been leaked to the IS-2 account. Since many generals already understood that the USSR was almost doomed, and did not find it shameful to betray their homeland for money. So the number of spies, including the General Staff, has grown significantly.
  Here is a heavy modification of the "Lion" with a 128 mm cannon. He tries to reach the thirty-fours with his long paw ... But try to hit.
  However, the Soviet tankers decide to attack the Fritz themselves. Even if given the rate of fire of the Wehrmacht guns, this is suicidal.
  Here the "Lion" managed to tear off the tower and four friends flew away like doves to the next world ... But other tanks are even more actively running out ... Here the craftsmen have become aggravated to somehow boost diesel engines, that they, albeit for a short time, but without any mixtures, accelerate the tank up to 70 kilometers. Let the motor break after that. But here desperate guys come on the attack, who have no return. Well, what? If it is impossible to live otherwise, then forget about survival.
  And now, like a demon from the snow world, a Soviet tank, having chosen the most expensive victim for itself, rams a heavy and lethal "Lion". The German car had just started to leave the hangar.
  The blow is strong, the muzzle of the Soviet machine is bent. "Lion" is quite low and the hulls of both machines are flattened. And then the German engine in front explodes. And the fire begins, and the flight of the Nazis, through the lower hatch.
  Not all, of course, Soviet tanks were able to break through to ramming distance. The tools of the Fritz work and grind. But whoever succeeds, how he will hit!
  Gerda and Charlotte were a little ahead of their friends and were within the limits when the Soviet cars were already visible. Well, you can shoot, but it's better to get closer. From five kilometers, even the fragile armor of a thirty-four is problematic to take.
  Fiery Charlotte philosophically remarked:
  - That's always the case. Can't shoot from a distance!
  Gerda replied:
  - You can if you are careful enough!
  But so far the situation has not forced them to open fire from long distances. And hardly anyone will notice their white-painted tank. And the car runs so well. No one will blame the chassis.
  And yes, the ride is smooth. Soviet vehicles are also not bad, and here they have already hacked the first line of German defense and are breaking through the second. And the weather is non-flying, a snowstorm has risen, and numerous Wehrmacht aircraft are off.
  Considering the numerical weakness of the red aviation, and the acute shortage of fuel, there can be no better weather.
  Let the Fritz hide. Already, some of them even began to wave white rags. Hitler will be kaput ...
  Gerda fired from two kilometers. In principle, this is not yet a defeat for sure, but seeing how many Germans the Russians managed to cripple, then what to expect. Moreover, thirty-fours are even less tenacious than at the beginning of the war, and they have not yet managed to develop new deposits. So...
  The blonde terminator was very worried when she pulled the trigger of the gun. She had already lost the habit of live shooting - except for the storming of Murmansk, although she continued to practice in shooting ranges and training grounds during her pregnancy, as well as during the first months of her reign. But apparently it"s easier to fight in a bikini and barefoot, you become one with the car ... The shell hit and warped the tower ... No, it didn"t catch fire, but the friend had to stop anyway. And now another victim...
  Charlotte whispers:
  - Who is used to fighting for victory. He will go to the grave with us ... - Gerda fired, and the red-haired warrior corrected. - Or rather, we will all together bring the enemies to the grave.
  Snow White the Terminator interrupted angrily:
  - Yes, there is no inspiration, do not distract the song!
  Charlotte pleaded:
  - Sing it yourself! You are so capable!
  And Gerda, leading the fire, sang;
  The homeland and the army are two pillars,
  On which the planet rests!
  We will protect you with our breasts,
  Your army is warmed by all the people!
  
  The clouds are cool, and the heat shone,
  The machine gun rubbed the soldier's shoulder!
  Forever homeland we are with you,
  Let's dig a grave for the villain!
  
  Yes, sometimes the face of fortune is cruel,
  The bullet strives to pierce our heart!
  Smallness retreated and the fighter died,
  Open the door of the Lord to the hero!
  
  In the bottomless skies we have peace,
  Paradise, blessed warrior does not shine!
  Peace in the fatherland I carry with me,
  Our children will taste the fruit of victory!
  While singing, Gerda beat nine more tanks, significantly improving her score.
  Then Charlotte sang:
  beckoning starry heights,
  Attract to endless distances!
  And our people of the world of thought,
  Dream of a flying Icarus!
  
  My eyes are fixed on the sky
  The sphere is hard to touch.
  From the first screws of Archimedes -
  Planed them long and tedious!
  Then the girl could not resist and began to aim and fire herself ... The Soviet tankers did not pay attention to the shots, although Magda's self-propelled gun also joined. Still, in a blizzard you can"t really see where, what and how it hits. Plus, both tanks sat down and became almost indistinguishable from the snowdrift. Yes, and the new gun was more inconspicuous, and at the end there was a silencer with a light outlet. This is the most insidious car turned out by the Fritz.
  The crucian carp, which at that moment was hovering from its side, sang with excitement:
  - If women are fighting, it's better not to fight!
  It seemed like what damage two cars of only twelve tons each could cause? However, in this case, frames are everything. The girls practically did not miss, although not all hits turned out to be deadly. Three or four slanted armor of thirty-fours ricocheted, about a dozen landings led to damage to varying degrees of vehicles, but from the category of those that are easy to fix in the field. But about fifty poor-quality armor of Soviet vehicles was seriously damaged.
  Here, for example, the commander's thirty-four began to tear when the ammunition detonated. The tower was thrown far away, and the muzzle turned into a steering wheel. People died too.
  The Soviet tankers belatedly realized that they were being stung and tried to counter attack.
  Tiger girls are very crowded, but the ammunition load of 82 shells is quite comparable to the Panther. Although the ammunition rests on the nose and the girls peel off their elbows about them. But there is still something to shoot at, and when approaching, it is easier to hit the Russians.
  Gerda crosses herself very quickly and, sending another tank for scrap, whispers:
  - God forgive me! These are brave guys, but one of their commanders is thoroughly crazy!
  Charlotte remarked hysterically whispering:
  - If they come aboard us, then the end!
  Indeed, the thirty-fours fired on the move, shrouded in smoke, shuddering from the shake. Of course, their hits are rare, the shots are inaccurate, but the tank is buzzing.
  The forehead is still perfectly protected and the armor, whatever one may say, is of high quality, cemented. And this means that the surface of increased hardness gives an excellent rebound, just like a jumping rabbit.
  But all the same, it"s dumb inside, it"s the same as climbing into a drum and they will beat it with weighty clubs.
  True, the cabin got very hot from the hits, but when you're in a bikini, it's even nice after diving into the snowdrifts. But it's much more unpleasant that a Soviet shell hit the right apron of the rink. This is for the driving performance of the car, like a crowbar under the eye. Although, given that the rollers are not chess, but a separate cart, the tank can still move. Turn around and leave. This should have been done earlier. And so the protection of the stern is weaker. And the angle of inclination is smaller. If it hits, it can break through. Russian guns are not that weak.
  Gerda whispered, once again releasing the gift of hell from their semi-automatic cannon:
  - But Pasaran!
  Although this word, or rather the motto of the Spanish communists for the German tiger warriors, does not look at all appropriate. After all, the Nazis fought on the side of Franco. Although sometimes soldiers willingly adopt other people's tricks.
  When firing, Charlotte turned the Laska self-propelled gun a little, breaking the right roller with a projectile created a problem for them in this regard.
  Soviet tanks did not race through the snowdrifts as fast as along the highway, but still their swift jumps interfered with the sight, and were fast.
  Here the shells are actually poured at point-blank range.
  And Gerda fires at top speed, drenched in sweat. sloped armor
  rebounds on the forehead, but if they hit them point-blank on the sides ...
  Charlotte yelled:
  - And even if I fall into the depths of hell - I will not return to the cradle!
  The girls shoot to the end, but the shells rush from the sides and pierce breaking the rollers. The armor cracks and the car catches fire.
  Gerda decides:
  - We undermine cars and leave!
  Charlotte exclaims with anguish:
  - Do you want to quit iron?
  Gerda resolutely says:
  - There are things more important than metal, for example frames!
  Charlotte rips off a small movie camera and shouts:
  - But our exploits will be recorded forever!
  With her bare fingers, Gerda turned the lever that activated the explosive capable of smashing the experimental tank to the bases. The tigress girl was very sorry to destroy such a work of art, but where can you go if otherwise the Soviet warriors, who cannot be denied courage, will seize unique technologies.
  So they blew up the Laska and dived into the snowdrift to save their unique lives.
  Magda von Singer and Christina also did not want to retreat, and their car was torn apart by accurate shells. Such is fate - the merciless Pallas of any war. When you have to retreat, leaving your heart. But the girls fought skillfully, and managed to use up almost the entire ammunition load. But now they had to burrow like snakes into a snowdrift and there try to sit out from the inexorable Soviet guns.
  When you are sweaty and in a bikini, then climbing into the depths of the snow is not the most pleasant idea. But how often in our world, you do what pleases you. In any case, for example, the light seriously managed to scorch Christina's soles, divine legs, shooting to the end. But the girl from this became even angrier and yelled:
  - Honor and courage by weight are not sold!
  Magda, who was also set on fire, even her tanned skin was covered with blisters, exclaimed:
  - Fire is heat, not fire!
  Soviet tanks, however, themselves made the task easier. In a rage, they shot the abandoned "Weasels" without any pity, putting many dozens of shells into the broken metal. At the same time, part of the tankers leaned out of the hatches and, like a cascade of a waterfall, the wings of the German cars themselves and those who were driving obscene language.
  Magda grimaced as she remarked:
  - They, the Bolsheviks, of course, are brave, but extremely uncultured!
  Christina, spitting the snow in her mouth, suddenly showed harsh justice:
  - Do you think our warriors are better?
  Magda remarked jokingly:
  - Of course, it's better if we win. The Caucasus is already ours, further to Moscow is only a couple of hundred kilometers ... - And the honey blonde sternly bared her long fangs. - Or do you want to carry speeches of treason?
  Christina, who had already seen enough of everything and everyone, only raised a fountain of snow dust with her foot and giggled, noting:
  - Sometimes silence is the most terrible kind of betrayal.
  Night, blizzard and snowdrifts gave the four girls a good chance of survival.
  . CHAPTER #15
  Moreover, it did not occur to the opponents to comb the snow and look for bare-legged devils in the snowdrifts. So the warriors, buried in the snow, sat out, and the Soviet tanks moved on, developing a breakthrough. Although more than a hundred cars were left lying around broken, warped,
  as a result of the action of the tiger girls.
  In general, the Soviet troops achieved some success in the first few days and managed to noticeably penetrate the enemy formations.
  The Fritz retreated to Tikhvin itself and tried to gain a foothold in the city. Naturally, houses and residential areas, in themselves, are already quite serious protection against the advancing Soviet troops.
  The brave four of the tiger girls managed to retreat to Tikhvin. But they had to take up submachine guns to defend the city. And for tankers, this is not the most pleasant pastime.
  Charlotte, firing back from the advancing infantry, sending another red soldier to the other world, expressed herself:
  - Well, aren't we monsters... And we also want to get a treasure!
  Tikhvin received serious damage during the capture of the city by the Germans.
  Now the Fritz saddled up on the barricades and expected to build an impregnable line of defense.
  Gerda opened fire with single shots - it was necessary to save the cartridges. The Soviet troops lost too many tanks and, therefore, the infantry went on the attack.
  Of course, there were not enough armored personnel carriers of Soviet models. Therefore, they pearled the soldiers for slaughter. And they were met by machine guns and machine guns. The four shot well and deftly hid in the barricades.
  Gerda laid another Soviet soldier down and sang:
  - We need to accomplish a feat of arms - otherwise we will not get any sense, to live!
  The battle raged throughout the city. And bombs were already raining down from above, especially since the weather improved noticeably, and the Fritz got a head start.
  Gerda, furious, threw her dagger with her graceful bare fingers and shouted:
  - Our battle will be victorious, otherwise it is impossible!
  Charlotte, shooting back just as well, added:
  - One victory, but a big one!
  Gerda, cutting off several fighters in a short burst, added:
  But defeat is never small!
  Soviet self-propelled guns fired at Tikhvin, field and siege artillery pulled up a little later. Fritz strengthened the defense and air pressure. Soviet troops pulled up new aircraft.
  The appearance of the legendary Marseille dramatically changed the balance of power.
  The great ace flew the ME-309, a very powerful weapon in terms of armament. And literally swept away everyone in its path. Even in the Soviet army, they specifically warned that such a monster appeared in the air.
  Marcel himself by no means considered himself an evil, much less a cruel person. He believed that by fighting the Red Army, he was only fulfilling his sacred duty to the Motherland. Moreover, many facts about the atrocities of the Nazis were not known to him. Yes, and too much was attributed to the war.
  But here is the first superass fight after the return. Flying Soviet bombers, attack aircraft and fighters. They clearly want to give a fierce battle to the ground units of the Wehrmacht. But Marcel sees all this and opens fire from a distance of five or six kilometers, and even whistling through his nose.
  Soviet cars and brave aces still did not really see the enemy, as their planes began to explode, and their wings crumbled. Marseille fired without aiming, but intuitively. He seemed to know in advance where each pilot would fly and direct his winged monster. So it turned out that a young man with a childish face sweeps away the winged armada.
  The new year, although frosty, turned out to be hot. Soviet troops desperately and stubbornly attacked, tried to take Tikhvin. Fritz stubbornly defended themselves, trying to stay in the city, where the artery lay, feeding impregnable Leningrad. In addition, it was about the prestige of the German troops, who find it difficult and ashamed to give up large cities.
  As luck would have it, the weather improved and numerous enemy bombers, especially the massive Yu-288, stung the positions of the Soviet troops and bombed communications.
  The Soviet aircraft Yak-9 and Lagg-5 were much inferior to the enemy in terms of armament and speed. In particular, the ME-309, like a dragon, knocked out weaker Soviet vehicles. In addition, the Germans developed the double wingman tactic, which made it possible to effectively use their numerical advantage and reduced some of the maneuverability problems of the tenacious, heavily armed, but heavy German vehicles of the latest Focke and ME. In addition, jet ME-262s began to appear on the fronts, although this machine is not yet completely technically reliable, as well as a lighter, more maneuverable and cheaper modification of the HE-162. The latter machines were easier to manufacture and technically more reliable than jet Messerschmites. But for its management, pilots of rather high qualification were required. What somewhat depreciated, such positive qualities of this development as the low weight of the aircraft - only 1.6 tons in empty form, low cost and manufacturability of production and the best maneuverability in the world.
  But those German aces who mastered this car lavished its praises. Particularly successful was Huffman, pilot number two after Marseille, who remained out of reach. Having surpassed the result of 300 downed cars, Huffman received the high award of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with oak leaves, swords and diamonds. His tactics of approaching to a minimum, and then hitting and flying back is the most convenient on the HE-162. So Huffman proved to be an outstanding master of close combat. Although the result of Marseille in 3117 - downed aircraft is still unattainable.
  Moreover, on January 2, 1944, this legendary pilot appeared in the sky, nevertheless he persuaded Hitler, recalling that the German troops were feeling bad, and the more powerful German equipment was clearly passing in the snow. So it is necessary to provide air supply to the surrounded Tikhvin, where the German troops settled and bomb all the approaches to the city.
  The tigress girls were shooting on the ground, and the superace was scoring in the sky.
  On the very first day, Marseille made six sorties and shot down more than a hundred Soviet aircraft. True, on January 4, the weather deteriorated sharply ... A snowstorm rose, and Soviet troops stormed the city.
  The magnificent four of the terminator girls preferred to fight together - shoulder to shoulder. So uniquely beautiful and deadly. Because of the cold, they were forced to put on camouflage and fight in white.
  The ninja boy Karas also came to the rescue. A fearless terminator child, he was not afraid of the cold and fought in shorts alone. His only source of warmth was camouflage cream, which made his chocolate- sunburned skin white under the snow that continued to fall, covering all the streets. Moreover, he used throwing very thin metal discs and a katana sword in battle. But, of course, he shot perfectly, and from captured weapons. However, the girls also did not miss using automatic rifles.
  Such weapons are more accurate than submachine guns, and most importantly, more reliable. However, the MN-44 assault rifles, as a rule, did not let the Germans down. By the third winter, the well-oiled German war machine was ready. In particular, even in a snowstorm, Focke-Wulf and ME, using heating, managed to inflict painful, albeit limited, injections on Soviet troops.
  Gerda, shooting offhand, trying not to look in the direction where the Soviet soldiers were falling. Many of the fighters were very young, seventeen or sixteen years old. The infantry was recruited by landslides, raking up all the resources. Indeed, much has been lost.
  But among the Fritz are full of foreigners. In particular Sweden, in which the Nazis won the recent elections, and this puppet territory is under the control of the Third Reich. Well, already two divisions and four brigades from Sweden arrived as volunteers. In the country itself, there are rallies and mass marches demanding war. And they wear portraits of Hitler and Karl the twelfth.
  So Sweden's entry into a direct war is a matter of time. Spain and Portugal are already at war, but they are sending troops farther south. And now in winter they generally try to climb somewhere beyond the Caucasus Range. The Brazilian corps is apparently ready to make a leap to Central Asia, where the Basmachi movement is already flaring up with renewed vigor.
  But these are all details, Vlasov divisions are also fighting in Tikhvin. These guys fight evil, realizing that terrible tortures and an inevitable loop await them in captivity. And what about the Germans? However, no sugar! They will also have a hard time, many will die in Siberia, but still they will not be hanged indiscriminately.
  Gerda, having changed the clip, and mowing down the soldiers dressed in gray overcoats - the Russians do not have enough camouflage robes for everyone, imagined what might await them in case of capture ... And she smiled at the possible sexual, cool adventure. True, then in Siberia it will be worse. How this frost gets - flamethrower heat is even better. Here in the desert, they quickly got used to the hot sand and ran barefoot, but it didn"t work out that way. After a couple of hours in a bikini in the cold, it began to shake and it was necessary to warm up in the bath. There, their young men from the elite SS battalion warmed up the bodies with blows of a spruce broom. Well, and not only of course with a broom - there are selected handsome Aryan guys, what you need!
  They have completely lost their former shyness, or maybe, on the contrary, they have acquired the looseness of a female macho. But now they have to retreat a little - the Soviet infantrymen, filling up the approaches with corpses, approached too dangerously close and began to throw grenades.
  It was necessary to break the distance so as not to fall under the fragmentation hail.
  Magda, received a small cut by a shrapnel and, in response, fired eight bullets in three seconds. The Soviet soldiers fled almost without breaking, only slightly crouching and, the clip found its victims. Discharged eight cartridges and Christina. Aggressive red-haired she-devil expressed:
  - To the madness of the brave, we sing a song!
  But the Soviet soldiers apparently decided to prove that this is the wisdom of life. The German assault machine gun thrashes with all its might, and its shots seem to be ignored. Although the soldiers fall, those who survived continue to run and even throw grenades almost point-blank, although this can be done earlier.
  The crucian very deftly throws discs, cutting off two or three soldiers with one. Then he attacks with his sword, which cuts machine guns and rifles - as easily as matches!
  The ninja boy is still quite small, he looks to be eleven or twelve years old, but he is so fast... They do not have time to hit him or defend himself. The child was brought up and trained from birth, throwing swords at the baby, forced to unravel and cut ribbons, dipping into an ice hole, setting specially trained cats. Well, and much more, turning a genetically gifted boy into a real death machine. His mother is a twenty-fifth generation ninja, his father is a powerful Siberian sorcerer, and an ideological enemy of the Soviet, "Soviet" authorities. Excellent genetics and training with magic - made the boy the best among the ninjas. And of course, Emperor Hirohito, in order to show the Germans that they are not the coolest supermen, but that there are tough guys in Japan, sent the boy to the German-Soviet front.
  And Karas (carp fish symbolizes the pride and vitality of the samurai!) turned out to be a worthy warrior.
  For example, with his bare fingers, slightly reddened from many hours of being in the bitter cold, he throws a steel disk thinner than a hair. And in the hands of two swords at once, so that it would be easier to cut thick lines of enemies. How terrible is this terminator child, that for the first time Soviet soldiers, being defenseless under the blows of swords and disc launches, leaned back, experiencing real fear.
  The girls, having changed clips, began to beam even faster, or rather, nowhere.
  The corpses of infantrymen were piled up in mounds. They almost immediately froze in the cold, and more soldiers climbed up them. That's how they climbed and reckoned with losses. But the ninja entered the fight and again, as if waves of fear were emitted.
  A desperate attack raged for almost a whole day. At the cost of the greatest losses, Soviet troops occupied a couple of quarters, pushing the Germans at a number of lines. But the weak support of artillery - the German aviation bombed the railway tracks in the past, depriving the supply and a lot of casualties among the advancing units, forced to temporarily suspend the movement of the infantry.
  Despite the risk of such tactics, tanks were thrown into battle. It was necessary to break the enemy near Tikhvin until the Fritz, using their advantage in technology, unblock the city.
  And in this assault, a rather risky decision was made - to use the IS-2 tank. A vehicle specially designed as a breakthrough tank. Since a powerful gun, due to its low rate of fire and relatively poor accuracy of fire, is poorly suited for fighting other people's tanks, it can, however, successfully destroy unarmored targets.
  So, even though tanks in urban conditions are suicide bombers, you need to break through positions, even with your forehead.
  Thirty-fours will move first. Relatively light and not large cars raced along a narrow track ... Grenades and Molotov cocktails rained down on them from the roofs. Then disguised tanks of gasoline and napalm exploded. But heavy losses did not stop the tankers of the USSR. They, losing hundreds of cars, broke into the city center, and there they entered into a stubborn exchange of blows. Even the effective faustpatrons that smashed the weak side armor of the thirty-fours did not frighten the Soviet soldier.
  Three tank armies were thrown into battle at once. Stalin even decided to refuse a second strike in the direction of Voronezh, for the sake of a decisive victory over Tikhvin and saving the "Cradle of the Revolution". Even if fuel is issued at a strict limit, for a couple of hours driving a day, Caucasian oil is lost, and the development of new fields takes time and money, the human resources of which the Soviet empire is sorely lacking due to the war on two fronts.
  But Tikhvin is the artery of Leningrad and the road of life, and most importantly, it is a symbol of the fact that Soviet troops can and are able to defeat numerous and well-armed fascists. So we won't stand the price...
  The IS-2 tank looks impressive - it also looks like a thirty-four, only the turret is moved forward even more. Of course, the barrel itself is thick and long, not to be compared with the T-34-76, which still dominates the battlefield. For the whole of January, the titanic efforts of the T-34-85 will produce no more than a hundred.
  The truth is striking is the vulnerability of the forehead of the tower - flat and not too thickly armored.
  The crucian, who was throwing small but very powerful explosive grenades at the tanks, ran up to the girls and suggested:
  - Let's grab the IS-2 and ride it?
  Magda supported the idea:
  - Of course, let's ride! We missed the cabin.
  Gerda warned the boy:
  - This tank has four machine guns!
  Karas winked at the girls, noticing:
  - So it's good. Soon the infantry will attack again, and you will mow it down!
  Magda nudged the ninja boy.
  - Hurry terminator!
  Pink heels flashed like mosquito wings, the karate kid ran faster than the Olympic sprint champion. To begin with, he threw a small lump with a bundle of smoke into the formidable IS. A reaction broke out, thick smoke poured out. At the same time, black jets dispersed in different directions, blinding the machine gunners.
  Having cut down several infantrymen, Karas flew like a cobblestone released from a ballista and climbed onto the tower. With a special hook, he pryed off the hatch and threw back the heavy cover. Further, everything is simple - a couple of swings with two swords and five members of the crew of a heavy tank parted in their heads. In the wake of him, the girls also jumped in, who, having thrown off their fur camouflage, again ended up in a bikini. What is warm in the tank while driving. A 520 horsepower diesel engine warms up metal well. Yes, bare girlish soles feel the car itself much better than through special winter boots with ribbed synthetic rubber soles. The German quartermaster service took into account the experience of harsh winters, and created a new ammunition in which the legs in the cold are not so cold. And it"s really a shame, the Fritz took felt boots from the local population and pulled them over themselves. Or wrapped in fur scarves.
  Karas kissed Magda goodbye on the lips and said:
  - Well, the tank is for you! I will fight where I know how to kill better.
  Gerda kissed the boy in admiration on the slippery, elastic heel and said:
  - You are a miracle!
  Christina added:
  - The standard of the Aryan!
  - I know! - The tomboy said and jumped out into the cold with one jump from the half-open hatch ... Then the lid fell with a roar ... And the girls got the opportunity to fight on the enemy's weapons. And the gun is really powerful. Only the recently appeared Lev-3, or as it was also called the "Royal Lion" with a 128 mm cannon, is stronger. But this tank is still at the fronts in single copies. He was shown during the November 8 celebration to the demon-possessed Fuhrer. Of course, while he is not yet in the series. As by the way, the IS-2 is passing, its first run-in.
  So far, even the Soviet tankers have not fired a single shot, apparently choosing their target for sure from the gun.
  Christina sarcastically remarked, turning the mechanism:
  - Oh, junk ... There is no automation here and everything must be done manually ...
  Gerda, who ate the dog while pointing, noticed:
  - And the sight is gallim and visibility is unimportant. They are not very good at aiming.
  Magda, touching the transmission with her bare foot, and turning the box, noticed:
  - And yet, compared with the thirty-four, there is some progress. In particular, shifting gears is easier. The cabin is cramped, but more or less you can move. Ammunition is really small. Twenty-eight rounds...
  Gerda logically remarked:
  - It may be enough for shooting at a limited number of bunkers, but it is clearly not enough for a full-fledged tank battle.
  Charlotte found something good in the tank:
  - But the machine-gun armament is on top! Four machine guns can provide good protection. And then I looked at this "Mouse" - there are only two "spitting" in it for such a car ...
  Christina, accelerating the engine, confirmed:
  - That's it! Is this armament for such a heavy tank of one hundred and eighty tons?
  Magda, like a panther that has killed a buffalo, growled:
  - Chickens laugh!
  The diesel engine hard accelerates the tank. It can be seen that the IS-2 is still driving along the highway, but when off-road, its center of gravity shifted forward will have an effect. But nothing, as long as you can relax and choose a worthy goal for yourself ...
  Magda opened the turret of the tank so she could see better.
  And here is another IS-2, it's a good idea to use such tanks more massively. Behind him are three more ISs, but one with a lighter 85 mm cannon. By the way, the most dangerous, so capable of taking the car head-on, and hitting faster...
  Magda decided to shoot from a distance of two kilometers. She ordered in a minor tone:
  - Shoot exactly at the forehead of the tower ... And ... You understand!
  The car stopped, so there was no smoothness, and Gerda, complaining about the poor quality of the optics, which was probably polished by untrained teenagers, pointed the barrel. The girls helped load a shell weighing one and a half pounds. The blonde warrior put her cheek to the breech and tried to feel someone else's car. After all, she had never fired from this cannon, model 1931, before. Powerful, but obsolete, with a pointed, ricochet-sensitive projectile. In general, the gun, of course, was not planned for tanks. But apparently, the anti-tank modification of the 107 mm gun, developed in 1940, turned out to be too unreliable and had to be abandoned. And here it is necessary in conditions of poor visibility from a distance of 2000 meters to hit the target. Yes, and it will be difficult for the enemy to answer and hit, but ...
  Gerda kissed the breech of the gun, quickly looked out of the hatch, picked up a handful of snow with her tongue, swallowed it, rested her bare heels on the levers and ... fired!
  It gave away, so that it stung his wrists and calves, and smelled of smoke.
  The present flew in a long arc and ... The IS-2, which was walking ahead, stopped, began to smoke, and then the ammunition load began to burst ...
  Magda happily replied:
  - That's what we gave them! - And logically, rather illogically confusing concepts, she added. - It is not a man who paints a weapon, but a man's weapon!
  Gerda growled:
  - Reload!
  And the girls tensed up... Of course, it's not the "Tiger" here, they have to sweat, but it's more fun this way, especially since the standing tank cools down quickly. Iron is a good conductor.
  The second time Gerda fired faster and more confidently. The ISs continued to move, and apparently they had not yet figured out where the guns were firing from. Yes, and stop is not in the Russian custom. Since there is an order ... And the second shell is already confidently hitting the target ...
  Gerda licks her lips and commands:
  And the third one here...
  With a great delay, the fourth IS-1 opened fire on the move ... And oddly enough, it hit, although from such a distance from a moving car it is almost impossible, but shots decide everything! However, the distance for the 85 mm gun is too great, beyond the penetration limit. But there was a major rumble in the tower and the frontal armor caved in. Gerda sent in response the fourth "letter-package" weighing one and a half pounds ... The forehead of the IS-1 tank split and orange tongues soared high into the sky.
  The girls are fighting beautifully... That day they were lucky. But the capabilities of the Soviet army are not commensurate.
  Despite all the efforts of the Fritz, on January 13, at the cost of the greatest efforts of colossal losses, Tikhvin was taken ... Separate German units tried to break out of the encirclement, a corridor was punched towards them - six German divisions at once with selected Lev tanks, trying to save the heroic defense.
  The boy ninja and the four girls made their way in a separate detachment in the style of the three musketeers. Namely, where it was not possible to quietly get around with a fight and over the corpses. Naturally, the IS-2 had to be abandoned, but along the way, they also unexpectedly stumbled upon a rare T-34-85 tank, a vehicle that should replace the outdated and insufficiently powerful T-34-76 guns in terms of penetration.
  The machine had a similar hull and undercarriage, but a larger turret with a long-barreled and thick gun. The gun was slightly inferior in penetrating power to the Panther, both due to the lower muzzle velocity and the quality of the ammunition. But still the difference did not look overwhelming as 76 - graph paper.
  For an ordinary "Tiger" it is already dangerous, for a "Lion" it is not yet - so 100 - millimeters are tilted. Although under a certain angle there was a chance. Or in the lower part of the hull, but also caterpillar guards.
  The tank was boarded and cleared of the crew. Of course there was blood splattered inside. The machine itself is brand new, but the ammunition load is rather modest - only 35 shells. The cabin is not too spacious, but better than the old thirty-four.
  Gerda noted:
  - And here is the commander's tower. This means we have a strong competitor. Now the Russians will not be so blind.
  Magda smiled wickedly and remarked:
  - And the Russians were already shooting well, albeit with worse visibility. In addition, the tower has become larger and easier to hit!
  Gerda laughed out loud at this.
  - Well, yes! This is the biggest problem for our tankers and, probably, the crown dignity of this tank! Try it, hit it!
  Charlotte sang:
  - One, two, five! "Tiger" came out to shoot!
  Christina picked up:
  - To meet T-4, the legs are wider than the arms!
  And so they rushed off on a tank that moved easier than the IS ... Gerda remembered how they hit the Soviet infantry with four machine guns. They mowed decently, and the Russians did not even realize where such an attack fell on them. But on the other hand, having set off, they went on the attack, throwing grenades ... A couple of pieces, despite a decent distance, flew up exploding on the tower. Of course, for armor of 100 and 90 millimeters of IS, this is like a pellet for an elephant, but it buzzes unpleasantly. Yes, and caterpillars can be cut.
  So, I had to start the engine and retreat. And then the ammo ran out. They mowed down more than one hundred red soldiers.
  Gerda was struck by such contempt for death among the Soviet people. The Arabs, with their promises of harems and pearly palaces, had no such dedication. But these are atheists - people who do not believe in the afterlife and fairy tales about the Gardens of Eden. And what motivates them to fight so stubbornly when the outcome of the war is already a foregone conclusion and this is nothing more than the fury of the doomed?
  This is incredibly difficult to understand and comprehend.
  Although of course there are many among the Russian traitors. "Liberation Army" Vlasov for six months of existence formed six divisions and nine separate brigades. Although, of course, it is clear that being a Wehrmacht soldier is easier than working fifteen or sixteen hours at the machine for much worse soldering, but still ... For some reason, German divisions from former prisoners of war are not visible on the fronts ...
  Although, by the way, there are few Germans in captivity, but Soviet ones ... It seems already more than six and a half million. Maybe not so many Vlasovites, although many prisoners dispersed to national divisions and legions controlled by the SS. In addition, part of the Russians was sent to the formation of nobles and monarchists.
  But in any case, they managed to take Tikhvin in this way, despite the improvement in the weather and massive bombardments. Even though they paid a hefty price.
  Gerda received the order and fired at the lighter thirty-four. The rate of fire of the gun is higher, so you can feel more confident. Once, then the second, and finally the third tank to the dump ...
  So you have to be more careful. Otherwise, they will be slammed here at the car, only the frontal armor of the tower has become stronger and thicker, and so it"s almost the same format. The body is especially vulnerable. And among the Russian tankers there are craftsmen. However, for such a rare tank as the IS-2 or IS-1, a weakling will not be imprisoned. And thirty-fours of the usual format can be with simple fighters. Through the slit of the commander's tower, they look like the muzzles of horses, with a muzzle muzzle. It"s even somehow inconvenient to make an aimed shot at such beauties.
  Crucian this time in the tower with the girls, he got out to serve as their guide and cannot leave the girls in the boiler. True, Magda logically remarked:
  - We can leave anyway, without shooting and without provoking ...
  Crucian, childishly twisting his muzzle, whiningly declared:
  - No - not shooting, it will not be interesting!
  Magda nevertheless warned the girls:
  - Open fire to kill only when there are no more than three or four cars. We must bring this new tank back to our units intact.
  Gerda agreed.
  - So far, this novelty is not among the trophies, which means that it will still be useful to us.
  The tiger girls continued their hunt with moderate enthusiasm. They did not do too well, but they added seven more tanks and five trucks to their assets. Once I had to fight outside the car to grab fuel for refueling.
  In short, four mischievous pranksters got out of the cauldron, and almost died from the fire of their artillery. Rescued only in time to raise the flag with a swastika-spider.
  Now they are crossing the trench and even there are a couple of bouquets with paper flowers, which are handed to the heroine warriors.
  Oleg Rybachenko, who was tired of watching this mocking movie, yelled:
  Why are you showing me all the damned bitches! How much can you watch the killing of Russian people!
  . CHAPTER #16
  The war is what gave Jane and her team a chance to find themselves in life. Therefore, the girls willingly took part in the campaign to the east. And why not? It's money and fame.
  The Soviet tank arsenal has not changed much. The main tank is still T-34-85. Chassis and hull armor remained from the fortieth year. The same five hundred horsepower diesel engine, the same 45 millimeters of sloped frontal armor. Weaker protection of the sides of the hull, vulnerable to German faustpatrons.
  Only a larger turret was installed, with 90 mm frontal armor and an 85 mm gun. The tank, of course, is outdated, and not at all dangerous for the Germans!
  The girls are driving a Goering-5 car, in a later modification. The side armor has been increased to 178 millimeters, and the frontal armor to 250 is tilted. The tank itself is equipped with a gas turbine engine and accelerates the British to 60 kilometers per hour.
  Jane asked the gunner Gringeta:
  - Can you see well?
  The peasant warrior confidently replied:
  - Visibility here is excellent! I see everything!
  Malanya giggled and barked:
  - We will crush the Russians!
  Matilda confidently confirmed:
  - Yes, we will!
  "Goering" -5 turns, the gun spits out a projectile. From the Soviet thirty-four breaks the tower. The girls scream with delight. They really think it's all great. And that Soviet tankers are dying even pleases.
  Jane chirped in a sweet voice:
  - We will erase everyone into ashes ... And Moscow will be under us!
  However, having stumbled upon minefields, the German tank had to stop. The Russians were very tightly entrenched. And a lot of anti-tank hedgehogs. Artillery conducts active shelling.
  Gringeta, annoyed, says:
  - That's how it turns out ... We stumbled upon a hard block!
  Jane replies with ostentatious confidence:
  - No, it doesn't happen until the morning ... Let's break through the opera!
  The German war machine stalled somewhat. Jet attack aircraft appeared in the sky, and teletanks were used. Apparently they were trying to destroy minefields.
  Controlled cars with explosives by radio. Mobile gas launchers were also used. They literally bombarded the positions of the Red Army with fire and flame.
  Gringeta noted with displeasure:
  - In the war there is more and more dirt, and less and less valor!
  Jane was forced to agree with this:
  - Selyavi! Alas, we somehow lose!
  Gringeta corrected the commander:
  - Rather, not us, but our opponents! Nothing now, let's get out of the impasse, and there will be a fight ...
  The German tank fired, although nothing really could be seen. Jane rubbed her bare feet together and sang:
  - We don't think badly - we'll be lost for sure! There is a way out of the labyrinth, out of any impasse!
  Gringeta chirped with a smile:
  - Who is cheerful, he laughs ...
  Who wants - he will achieve ...
  Who seeks will always find!
  Malanya, melodious and sparkling with her teeth, added:
  - Who is used to fighting for victory, let him sing along with us!
  The cannonade lasted for several hours, and then the German tanks nevertheless moved on. They were met by Soviet artillery, and anti-tank guns of various calibers. It was felt, however, that the penetrating power is clearly not enough. The Germans were advancing... Only when the 203-millimeter cannons began to shoot did the first wrecked vehicles appear from the Nazis.
  Jane whispered uncertainly:
  - Lord... May this cup pass me by!
  Gringeta confidently said:
  - Two deaths cannot happen, one cannot be avoided! So we will, if anything, live in the next world!
  Malania asked in a whisper:
  What is that light like?
  Gringeta did not speak too confidently:
  - I think it's better than ours!
  Malanya whispered in response:
  - God forbid the blind to open their eyes and straighten their backs to the hunchbacked ones!
  Indeed, Jane wondered what that light might be. Maybe this world is even more irrational and less safe. Jane twisted her waist and moved her hips and chirped:
  - This is a very interesting option - to die and end up in the next world! What is waiting for us there? Will we meet there those who were dear to us on Earth or will we have to make new friends?
  Gringeta moved the dog with her bare foot, and hissed:
  - There will be new centuries, there will be a change of generations ... But no one will ever forget the name Lenin!
  And burst out laughing, her slightly crazy laugh. She was a warrior-peasant who actively fingered her bare, graceful legs, and her fingers played.
  Here I caught the IS-3 in the scope ... Far from the truth. Not everyone will hit, and if it does, then the projectile, crashing into the pike snout, can ricochet. But the girl knew what she was doing. She fired and murmured:
  - The coast of fogs, we crush with bait!
  Matilda additionally sang:
  - And this "Agdam", let's drink for the ladies! Super madam!
  Gringeta's shot was accurate. The shell hit the lower part of the frontal armor of the tower, right in the gap. And made a devastating impact without going into a ricochet. Such is the situation that has arisen. More precisely, five Soviet tankers died almost immediately. And the English women added to their list of crimes.
  Malanya roared as her machine guns went off. Several boy soldiers wanted to crawl up to Hitler's taknus.
  - But pasaran, don't come near boy! - Shouted a pretty girl, and poured machine-gun bursts, brave pioneers.
  Jane chirped, tapping her bare heel against her armor.
  - Oh, boys, boys, boys ... You suddenly became objectionable! It can be seen for this accursed land, you are too noble!
  And the girl, the daughter of the lord, felt sorry for these barefoot, scratched, grimy boys, who were pierced by ruthless bullets. How sad and hard it all is.
  Gringeta fired again, pierced the SU-100 self-propelled gun, and chirped:
  - And the grasshopper will run to hand over the bottles!
  Malanya licked her lips with a scarlet tongue, and sipped from a plastic bottle of Coca-Cola, saying:
  - Of course not! Give me wine and a pack of cigarettes!
  Matilda, carefully moving the tank forward, hissed:
  - Cigarettes are poison...
  Jane picked up the rhythm and continued:
  - That's right, people say!
  Gringeta in response, shoot and hiss:
  There is no worse than nicotine!
  Malanya giggled and growled:
  - A pack of cigarettes in the furnace!
  Matilda added in response, scratching the scarlet nipple of her breast:
  Yes, people say...
  Jane finished with a grin, sticking out her tongue.
  - But I smoke ....
  Malanya finished with aplomb.
  - And very glad!
  The girls laughed, showing their long, cherry tongues. Jane remarked with a smile:
  - The cigarette is the most productive killer, especially against the customer!
  Malania added:
  - A cigarette is like a silent rifle, but deadly in the hands of an amateur!
  Gringeta fired her cannon and remarked with a smile:
  - Cigarette is the most reliable sniper, always kills!
  Matilda slightly slowed down the tank on the hillock, shushed:
  - The cigarette tastes bitter, but it attracts more than sweets!
  Jane took a deep breath and murmured:
  - A cigarette is like a bad girl, only parting with it is much more painful!
  Gringeta giggled, fired, and roared:
  - A cigarette, unlike a grenade, when thrown, prolongs life!
  The girls fell silent. Their tank stalled again, ending up in a ditch. I had to get out. The warriors were a little nervous. The Soviet defense is very strong.
  Jane remarked philosophically:
  - In war, the shortest path to the goal is a detour, and pure truth is a vile deception!
  Gringeta, having smashed the Soviet cannon with a well-aimed shot, remarked:
  - With a roundabout maneuver, you most likely cut off the path to the goal!
  Malanya fired her machine gun and chirped:
  - Life is red, but leaves with scarlet blood!
  Matilda summed up a peculiar conclusion:
  - In war, life loses its value, but acquires meaning!
  The girls continued the war. They fired, and at the same time composed aphorisms on the go.
  Jane fired with her bare foot, and dropped:
  - War is like a bridegroom, greedy for treason, but does not allow to stale!
  Gringeta fired and said wittily:
  - War is a lustful woman in devouring male bodies!
  Malanya hissed in response:
  - War, like love, is submissive to all ages, but pastime is not pleasant!
  Matilda saw fit to add:
  - War, like a courtesan, is expensive, changeable, but it always leaves a heroic memory of itself!
  Jane turned the dog around with her graceful, bare fingers and cooed:
  - War is not like a dream, strong emotions are indispensable!
  Gringeta fired with a smirk and replied:
  - The world is boring and relaxing, the war is interesting and exciting!
  Matilda, sipping Coke with pleasure, continued:
  - War is blood and sweat, fertilizes shoots that give birth to courage!
  Malanya giggled and remarked:
  - No matter how interesting the process of war, everyone wants an end!
  Jane ran her bare toes over the breech of the gun again, and sang:
  - War is not a book, you can't slam it shut, you can't hide it under your pillow, you can only mess it up!
  Gringeta chirped with aplomb:
  - War is a religion: it requires fanaticism, discipline, unquestioning obedience, but its gods are always mortal!
  Malanya chuckled softly and remarked:
  - In war, as in a casino, the risk is great, and the gain is short!
  Matilda grinned and barked:
  - A soldier is mortal, glory is forgotten, trophies wear out, and only the reasons to start a new massacre are irremovable!
  Jane spoke subtly:
  - We despise the murderer, unless he is a soldier at the front, we despise the thief, if he is a marauder on the battlefield doubly!
  Gringeta nailed again and hissed:
  - A soldier is a knight whose armor has courage and honor! General baron, who has a crown: prudence and intelligence!
  Malanya said with a smile:
  - The soldier sounds proudly, the private pejoratively!
  Matilda wisely replied:
  - The first in the attack, may die, but the last will not remain in memory!
  Jane breathlessly cooed:
  - It is better to be the first in the division of trophies than in the attack!
  Gringeta added with a smile:
  - War is like a woman, only puts men down without breaking!
  Malanya answered with dignity:
  - A woman, unlike the war, is in no hurry to put a man to bed!
  Matilda said with a laugh:
  - War, unlike a woman, is never satisfied with the number of men assigned!
  Jane turned the lever again with her bare fingers and said:
  -War is the most insatiable female, she always has few men, and she will not refuse a woman!
  Gringeta saw fit to reproduce this witty aphorism:
  - Women do not like to fight, but the desire to lay down a man is not much inferior to a bullet!
  Malanya hissed like a cobra, spewing out her pink tongue:
  - Lay down a man, maybe a small bullet, make happy, a woman with a big heart!
  Matilda added with a sardonic smile:
  - Big heart, often leads to small self-interest!
  The girls finished exchanging witty remarks, and began to focus on the battlefield. TA-311 attack aircraft were flying in the sky, which fired at the positions of Soviet troops. Though slowly, the coalition of the Third Reich was advancing. And she had time to eat a little, swallowing corpses.
  The girls, bored, began to joke again with aphorisms:
  Jane cooed:
  - The war does not have a woman's face, but it bleeds men more abruptly than a wife!
  Gringeta fired, and hissed:
  - War does not bring joy, but it satisfies aggressive instincts!
  Malanya whistled in response:
  - Joy in the war, the corpses of enemies only in the price!
  Matilda, scrolling the tracks, added:
  - War is the plowing of the field: it is fertilized with corpses, blood is irrigated, but it rises in victory!
  Jane fired and purred back.
  - Victory is grown on corpses and blood, but it bears fruit with a weak one!
  Gringeta fired, shattering the thirty-four like a glass stone, and hissed:
  - War is like a cannibal flower, bright, carnivorous and with a bad smell!
  Malanya wiped the pedal with her bare foot and yelped:
  - War is the mother of progress and the stepmother of laziness!
  Matilda will take it, and how it will roar:
  - And in the war, the life of a soldier is not in the price, but from the generals and a loss at all!
  Jane ran the edge of her hand over her chest and chirped:
  - If you want peace - inspire fear, if you want war - cause laughter!
  Gringeta took it and fired, pointing the gun with her bare foot, singing:
  - Laughter is not a sin if you are not a laughingstock in military affairs!
  Malanya giggled, and growled with success:
  - War is like a circus, only the winner has the last laugh!
  Matilda led the tank, crushing a couple of pioneers, croaked:
  - In the war, like in a circus, only a carpeted, serious killer!
  The girls were silent again. They are tired of being sharp. In general, the war is not too beautiful.
  Jane thought in annoyance: Britain had ceded to the Germans. Although how many lands the British conquered. And how much of that Germany! Britain became a colossal empire. But she couldn't digest her colonies. The Third Reich surpassed the power of the Angles and even the commanders turned out to be much stronger and more capable.
  And when the Nazis came to London, history ended for England. A new empire arose, with unprecedented power. The troops of which serve many peoples and countries. And what can we say: the Third Reich, spreading its wings, drowned out Britain.
  But in the fortieth year, having conquered France, Hitler generously offered peace to Churchill. And it was necessary to accept it: common sense suggested that Britain could not gain anything from the war, even theoretically, but lose it. Hitler fought the air battle with England at half strength. With a great delay, he transferred troops to Africa. Went to the Soviet Union. But all this only delayed the disaster.
  The Germans, using the occupied territories, found the strength to fight on two fronts, Japan confidently beat the Americans. And then Stalin betrayed, concluding a truce. Britain fell to its knees and became part of the Third Reich.
  Many victories earned the Wehrmacht the glory of invincibility. Jane and her friends willingly went to the Nazi army - to catch happiness and ranks. And they succeeded to some extent.
  So what? Now they have two Homelands: Greater Germany, Lesser Britain.
  Jane sipped a Coca-Cola from her throat and chirped:
  - Love and death, good and evil ... What is sacred, what is sinful, the killers do not care!
  Gringeta sang in response, sending another projectile:
  - Love and dare, let evil rule, and choose, we are given only one!
  The girls cheered up a little. Well, in fact, as much as possible, tune yourself in a minor way. They are young, cheerful, energetic, and quite lucky. So many fights and not a single scratch. Except that they will scratch themselves on the tank.
  Malanya sharply remarked:
  - Eh, Churchill should have accepted Hess' proposal and entered the war with the USSR. Then we would have ruled the entire planet, and in the end, Germany would have been crushed!
  Matilda sang with delight:
  - Germany is good in battle, the British lion is the best!
  Malania confirmed:
  - Yes, our lion from Britain is the best!
  Jane said with a smile:
  - We still have a chance! Here Hitler will die, and the German Empire will fall apart!
  Gringeta fired a projectile and partly agreed:
  - Let it fall apart! After all, they are carnivorous predators, but will it be better for us?
  Malanya philosophically remarked:
  - Unity in hard mode, better than mess and sloppiness in soft mode!
  Matilda pressed her bare soles on the pedals, and barked:
  We'll be on Mars too! And beyond the solar system!
  Jane answered with a smile of the Mona Lisa:
  - First you need to establish a single mode on the planet Earth!
  Gringeta, took it and fervently sang:
  - And we are such a regime, we will not allow it to change!
  Malanya remarked with wit:
  - But to leave you with a nose, I have to change my nose!
  The girls are as lucky as ever. Here their tank reaches the first line of trenches. And breaks the ground with caterpillars. The warriors laugh.
  - We'll take them all!
  One of the guns got stuck between the rollers, and the tank stopped. The girls got out of the car, but the tank was too crowded and too hot. And outside is risky, you can get burned.
  The warriors rushed off, flashing their bare heels, and singing:
  - We are frisky girls, good friends, well, but on bare feet, let them whip, briskly scares!
  Jane ran, remarked:
  - Here we are the space marines!
  Malanya confirmed with a smile:
  - And in space and in the landing!
  And Gringeta took it and walked on her hands, howling:
  - I'm a super warrior! I doubt everyone!
  Matilda answered and hissed:
  - Poison drop by drop into the Fuhrer!
  Jane giggled and sang:
  - The blow is strong, and the Fuhrer is an all-powerful bit!
  The warriors fled, walking barefoot, over the rubble, crushed, strongly heated iron, all sorts of beams, and broken skulls.
  Jane sang:
  - You will understand me ... You will understand me ... You will understand me, and you will not find a better country!
  The girl is pleased to run, with her not too hardened legs, along a sharp path, and debris. Indeed it is a great pleasure.
  Gringeta sang:
  - Summer, the sun shines high ...
  Malanya supported the song:
  - High... High!
  Matilda added:
  - Summer, we are far from death! Far!
  The warriors visibly cheered up. Indeed, what a pleasure it is to move so vigorously and jump.
  Jane giggled and remarked:
  - Death is a convention, infamy is an absolute!
  Gringeta rubbed one bare foot against the other and hissed:
  - We will have a holiday! And with it victory!
  Malania said skeptically:
  - Our or German?
  Matilda smiled and sang:
  - A deadly fire awaits us ...
  Jane replied:
  But he is powerless...
  Gringeta howled like a panther:
  - Everyone has a separate coffin ...
  Malanya took it and, shooting, hissed:
  - Boshey battalion sank into the grave!
  Matilda bellowed back:
  "A whole legion has fallen into the grave!"
  And the girls took it and meowed ... They are like slender horses. And so cute, legs are bare, tanned.
  Jane took it and hissed with pleasure:
  - And I'm a cobra! And I'm a cobra! Not a bear at all!
  Gringeta squealed back:
  - And it's nice for a cobra to fly up to the clouds!
  And the girls will both take and collide foreheads. Sparks are pouring from the eyes, as if the hour has come!
  Malanya took it and hissed:
  - Hitler kaput!
  Matilda supported her:
  - And Stalin kaput!
  Jane shook her hips and chirped:
  - I am a warrior of light, savages on their knees... All who are slanderous, I will sweep away from the face of the Earth!
  Malanya took it and roared:
  - And Hitler is a fool, he smokes tobacco! He steals matches, he doesn't sleep at home!
  Matilda smiled wickedly and asked:
  - What do you think, does the Fuhrer have?
  Gringeta stomped on the ashes with her bare foot, and growled:
  - Of course not! We'll give him a foursome, blowjob!
  Malanya, rolling her eyes, whispered:
  - Oh, it's very nice to keep a pulsating jade rod in your mouth and feel it with your tongue!
  Matilda whispered breathlessly:
  - And how great it is! And everything will be just great!
  The girls jumped higher and higher. But their tank was repaired and had to return. The warriors climbed back in and hissed:
  - This is our tank! He will be just great!
  Jane suddenly remembered the tale of Robin Hood. Little Joe is there, the boy was taken prisoner by the sheriff. The boy was tortured: he was pulled up on a rack, his heels were fried.
  As the flames licked at the boy's bare, hardened soles of feet... Jane felt arousal here, and she really wanted to have sex. Here they entered. Especially the Japanese ninja Karas. This blond boy, so handsome, and he has a very large male perfection. And it's so nice to touch such clean and smooth skin with your breasts.
  Jane wanted to stick her toe between her legs, but was embarrassed and changed her mind. Although indeed, such an action is extremely pleasant!
  The lord's daughter said:
  - In the sea wave and furious fire! And furious, and furious fire!
  The girls again moved their "Goering" -5 to the positions of the Soviet troops. Probably Stalin himself was pretty freaked out when he learned about the advance of the Nazis. Really, how can you not get lost here. A colossus is rushing at you, but there is nothing to answer. Thirty-fours, you can't beat off the E series. And even more so from pyramidal AGs.
  And Stalin, apparently, is in shock. At least call a cockroach to your advisers. No sound, no meaning, no splash of water! Looks like you'll get faucets!
  Jane remarked with a smile:
  - And Stalin, unlike Churchill, always willingly accepted handouts from Hitler and went to peace!
  Gringeta sang enthusiastically:
  - Tell me what the world is! They will answer you - the sun and the wind!
  Malanya enthusiastically remarked:
  - And we will have strong, healthy children!
  Matilda giggled and whispered:
  - The world is not a chessboard, and Hitler is not a king!
  Jane corrected her friend:
  He is taller than a king! And we will sweep him off the face of the planet!
  Gringeta took it and roared:
  - The greatness of the Britons, recognized the planet! Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword!
  Malanya enthusiastically added:
  - We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world!
  Matilda, with the enthusiasm of a girl who has found her first love, added:
  - I believe, we will build holy communism!
  Jane burst out laughing and remarked:
  - And under the leadership of the Germans, in fact, communism can be built!
  Gringeta hit her forehead against the breech of the gun, and sang:
  - We are joking communism, now we will build it! And Stalin will be our super hero!
  Malanya added, clarifying:
  - In the coffin of course!
  Gringeta readily confirmed:
  - Of course, in the coffin!
  Jane philosophically remarked:
  - No matter how great the king is, he will go into the coffin, like the kennel!
  Gringeta added with a sly grin:
  - A politician always lies, he only dies for real!
  Malanya clicked her bare toes and said:
  - Immortality is real, but death is illusory!
  Matilda also issued an aphorism:
  - Kings can do everything, but not one, not one king can leave the coffin in the land!
  Jane tweeted:
  - Soon life will end ....
  Gringeta supported with aplomb:
  - Coming soon!
  Malanya fired machine guns at the Soviet infantry, and hissed:
  - Oh, mother, mother, have pity on the son!
  Matilda, with difficulty restraining her laughter, added:
  - After all, he had to live, not a day at all!
  Jane thought philosophically:
  - Everyone wants to live beautifully, but only a few die with dignity!
  Gringeta replied with a smile:
  - Death promises trouble, unless it sparkles with the rays of achievement!
  Malanya hissed with a furious grin of teeth:
  "A good death is better than a bad life!"
  Matilda challenged:
  - It's good to be God, in the wild, it's bad for the devil in the zone!
  Gringeta remarked with a venomous grin:
  - And we ran out of shells ... Agree, this is a huge tragedy! No present of annihilation!
  Jane snorted contemptuously.
  - There will be new presentations and other presidents!
  . CHAPTER 17
  Friedrich on this day, October 10, 1947, as always a greyhound and tireless, swiftly raced on an air horse Me-362. The boy did not feel even a shadow of fatigue, he was too excited, and still shot without a miss. At night, repair teams, primarily American ones, commissioned part of the damaged equipment. In particular, the "Pattons" were again spun with caterpillars, in addition, a couple of hundred of these machines came into operation being transferred from across the ocean, along already debugged railways. The partisans, of course, tried, but they did much worse than usual. Bandera defeated the Ukrainian Batka in the elections, and betrayal and desertion grew in the partisan ranks. Plus, the commander of the partisan movement, Voroshilov, fell ill ... And they didn"t pick up a replacement for him on time ... Thus, the supply of the shock international group of fascists was quite satisfactory. Yes, brave underground workers, and heroic saboteurs, sometimes achieved success, but not above the tactical level. In addition, the emergence of new capitulated allies caused a sharp drop in faith in the victory of the USSR, and this led to the fact that the wavering elements, openly or even covertly, went over to the side of the Nazis.
  The number of deserters especially increased among the Red Army of Kraikov and the Polish Army. The Poles, believing in the promises of the Nazis and especially the Western capitalists, seriously counted on the creation of a great empire in the east, at the expense of Russia! Not all of course, the Polish communists remained loyal to the Soviets, but the rest of the political shades ... The liberals are especially unreliable ... So the Polish units began to surrender on the Moscow Bulge almost immediately from the start of the offensive ... Fortunately, there were few of them and this did not yet have a decisive influence on the course of the war .
  Friedrich made the first couple of sorties himself, breaking away from the rest of the pilots. He saw that the enemy was no longer meeting the Nazi hordes with fire so densely, and there were almost no minefields left in the path of the tank wedges. But the Soviet soldiers fought hard. The infantry did not open fire and tried, having let the tanks close, undermine their tracks or a bunch of grenades, or set them on fire with bottles of combustible mixture.
  The terminator boy basically increased the score, due to Soviet guns. Moreover, shooting from a horizontal plane, avoiding the loss of time for a dive. True, several tanks located in ambush were also destroyed. Aviation of the USSR acted inactively. In the very morning only seven U-2 planes appeared, then four Laggas. In general, Friedrich had a short conversation with them, lightly pressing the trigger ... And then, as always!
  Having suppressed the already weakened combat points, the Nazi tanks rushed further across the field and into the trenches ... However, anti-tank ditches and hedgehogs were also encountered at this already sixth and partly fifth line of defense (there were eight in total). The Soviet gunners got nervous and started firing from afar. The artillery of the Nazis was ruthless, and aviation .... So far, like a skating rink, everything was shredded. Well, Friedrich, as always, is ahead of everyone, faster and cooler. Changes took place in the formation of the troops, the Pattons with powerful machine-gun armament broke forward. A forced decision to reduce losses from kamikaze infantrymen sacrificing themselves but not willing to surrender...
  Friedrich made the third sortie with his girlfriend Helga. Here for the first time they met a more or less large batch of Soviet aircraft. Among them were even five Br-3s (from where they were dug up). Oddly enough, but the bombers of the USSR turned at the sight of the German aces immediately back, and the fighters rushed to meet them.
  Friedrich cold-bloodedly shot the cars that were trying to approach. Including an ace with a star of the hero of the USSR on the fuselage. An experienced warrior, however, tried to go into the clouds, but against such a monster as Friedrich Bismarck, it only turned out worse. The terminator boy, without missing, shot down thirty-six fighters and four attack aircraft at once, turning on, forcing, rushed after the bombers.
  Here, however, Friedrich discovered that his car did not rush so much, and did not knock out 740 estimated kilometers even on a forced engine. The reason is clear, Friedrich's 30-millimeter cannons Mr-108 were replaced with Mr-103, which, with an initial projectile speed of 960 meters per second, penetrate the roof of tanks much more efficiently and enemy fighters from a very long distance, but almost one and a half times heavier and less with a rate of fire of 420 rounds per minute (however, Friedrich generally preferred, falling into a trance, to hit with single shells!). Yes, and the ammunition load for the guns was increased especially for Friedrich. So, it was not easy to catch up with the bombers. Several nimble He-362s outstripped the brave, young ace. They fell like hail on crops, crushing and tormenting Soviet cars. Moreover, the Br-3, as slower and poorly armed, became easy prey for terrorist pilots. Frederick was already ripe by the end of the feast, but he finished off a dozen more distances, knocking out fifty. However, the boy failed to beat his previous record of two hundred and fifty-three cars.
  Friedrich came back with great enthusiasm in his soul. He has won and is winning! And the thoughts of his betrayal are completely gone. The young man even said to himself:
  - And why these prejudices! Home is where your friends and children grow up! And the USSR is not the Motherland, but a prison of peoples!
  Helga heard these words, but, not understanding their true meaning, she confirmed:
  - You are right! And we will soon have children! Although, I do not want to get a stomach, while there is still such a war!
  Friedrich chuckled.
  - It depends on the will of the Almighty God. However, the Pope and a number of metropolitans are on our side!
  The fourth sortie on assault, jet-powered Fokken-Wulf-5 turned into a hunt for guns, as only a couple of tanks were caught. But the real test was yet to come.
  Rotmistrov's Fifth Guards Tank Army completed the undercutting transfer to the Krasnogvardeisky area. However, it was not possible to achieve complete surprise. Nazi reconnaissance aviation recorded the movement of a large mass of tanks, and the Nazis hastened to take retaliatory countermeasures. About five hundred SS units of the 2nd SS Panzer Army, as well as two hundred vehicles from the strategic reserve, came out to meet nine hundred and fifty tanks and self-propelled guns reinforced with reserves of the armored fist of Rotmistrov. In particular, the battle unfolded on the field, near the Pervomaisky collective farm, where German grenadiers and guns were located on the captured line.
  Friedrich and the best German aces were called in to fend off a massive blow from land and air.
  Lieutenant General Rotmistrov, the hero of the Battle of Stalingrad, carried out the order coming from the Supreme Commander himself, sincerely believed that the battle near Moscow was not yet lost. He had power in his hands, the hope was glimmering that the USSR would regain what it had lost earlier. However, the column, moving under its own power, pretty stretched out. This was partly due to the desire to avoid the reconnaissance aircraft of the Third Reich, with another duration of the march caused by damage to the railway lines due to the impact of enemy aircraft.
  Heavy bomber strikes forced large tank forces to march hundreds of kilometers under their own power. Moreover, the march was maximum in speed ... Given the certain heterogeneity of the tank fleet, some cars managed to replace filters, while others, on the contrary, old types, including imperfect transmissions, slowed down diesel engines.
  Due to the brutal and massive impact of enemy aircraft, the fifth shock army was located far enough from the front line and this forced this steel rink to go from evening to morning.
  A more compact group of Nazis was already waiting for Rotmistrov. Yielding in the total number of tanks, the Nazis were superior in quality: having about one and a half hundred "Panthers" -5 and "Tigers" -5, as well as a dozen "Goerings" L (English vehicles with 17-foot guns, approximately equal in penetration power to a gun "Panthers"), E-50, AG-50 and "Patton". The Superferdinanda tank destroyers were still on the way.
  Of course, it would have been better to attack the Nazis en masse, but the formidable Zhukov hurried Rotmistrov too much, rightly fearing that the Nazis would take energetic countermeasures. However, it has already been done...
  But here the Soviet army had one trump card - this was a serious aviation cover ... The planes removed both the Ural direction and the rate reserve, and even training vehicles, as well as equipment, were thrown into battle straight from the assembly line. This was the chance to break through the right flank and rear, the fascist wedge that had rushed far ahead.
  General Gota, and other commanders, already during the preliminary discussions of the plan for the Moscow operation, assumed that Krasnogvardeysk would certainly become the site of a tank battle with the combat reserve of the Soviet armies, which means that you need to have a cover plan.
  Special German aircraft, especially Xe-362, monitored the airspace, so that the battle on Krasnogvardeisky was to become the largest not only tank, but also air battle of World War II!
  Friedrich was called to fight the enemy, he is the best ace of the Luftwaffe, the king of air battles was a symbol of the victory of the Third Reich. And next to, or almost next to him on the right hand, on the assault, and therefore especially powerful modification of the Fokken-Wulf-5, Helga rushed.
  The boy even sang:
  - On starships we rush through the waves! Quarks are foaming in ether vortices!
  Helga confirmed:
  - Red creatures, there will be Hook to you! To the children of the underworld hellish world!
  Friedrich laughed and gave out his favorite:
  - Well, from the screw! Angel of death, just whistle it to appear! Will tear all the scum to pieces ass!
  Helga chuckled in response.
  - Well, you're witty!
  Friedrich was somewhat worried about the increase in the weight of his aircraft, the connection with the installation of long-range weapons and the increase in ammunition. After all, the projectile of a 30-millimeter cannon, three times heavier than that of a 20-mm cannon, and perhaps four times more powerful in terms of destructive power, is a universal weapon adapted to carry armor both on the surface of the planet and in the air! The young ace even wanted to give up machine guns, remove their four large-caliber ones, but ... Helga objected before the flight:
  - After all, it can come to close combat. It is better to keep this trump card ...
  - Enough for Force Majeure and two "shooters"! Friedrich cut short. For me, what to shoot down close - that's enough. In general, I think machine-gun armament is redundant here.
  Helga giggled merrily and patted the boy on the back.
  - Not all, unfortunately, are such invincible knights as you! Many aces are still beginners, they need more dense fire in order to surely hit ...
  Friedrich quite reasonably objected:
  - Such an expensive car as the ME-362 U will not be given to a novice pilot. This fighter is for aces.
  Helga, instead of answering, ran into her fighter-attack aircraft, flickering, naked, pink heels. And what else to do, the emergency call sounded.
  Friedrich was generally pleased that he removed the two extreme machine guns, the massive machine started easier, and the speed increased, and the lightening of the wings improved maneuverability. Although the firing points themselves were covered with fairings, their reduction significantly added to the aerodynamics of the car. Although the Me-362 in terms of aerodynamic qualities is still unmatched among piston engines, such is the universal horse of war.
  Below, rare trees, fields flash by ... The day is hot and it looks like it will not be easy to fight. Especially the Russians, who are losing this tremendous battle. Here, to the left and a little below, a flock of crows is flying ... A large flock, and some of the crows are very large ... An ominous sign, crows accompany all wars, this cruel world devoid of sentimentality. As Boyarsky sang in the famous musical:
  - But why! It is impossible to live in the mind! But why - life does not teach us anything!
  This is violence, violence and more violence! Cruelty, cruelty and once again cruelty cementing the nation!
  A flock of crows seems endless, there are tens, hundreds of thousands of them, and they croak so that even in a hermetically sealed cabin you can hear. Friedrich asked Helga over the radio:
  - Can we hit them with machine guns?
  The ace girl objected:
  - Don't! Every bullet counts here!
  Friedrich chuckled.
  - What is quite possible! The king under the throne, lie in a bag of cartridges.
  From behind a flock of vultures, the first batch of Soviet aircraft suddenly jumped out. They were first met by the Salamanders. There were losses on both sides, more Russians were killed. Friedrich opened fire late and shot down only eight cars. But it's still a bad start. But a pair of German "Salamanders" -3 was shot down, as well as Me-262, it is not clear how it managed to get ahead of everyone.
  But the main thing was yet to come. The flock of crows ended, the German pilots jumped out into the space above the Krasnogvardeisky field and began.
  A whole army rushed towards the German squadron, and here, in fact, there was aviation from several air armies of the USSR. A huge armada of aircraft of all kinds, but most of all it was Yakov and somewhat less Laggs.
  Friedrich opened fire from a distance of more than six kilometers. He again plunged into streams of wild trance, when you do not aim, and your fingers all press automatically. When there is no longer any consideration, thoughts, the body seems to be yours, but you are already like a puppet of unknown forces ... This means that the flesh is not yours, but the spirit of the underworld - impure, evil forces ...
  Well, and in the head of the terminator boy, for the number of times the song sounded:
  In the circle of friends, but at the same time solitary,
  In captivity of suffering, sorrowful worries!
  Our world is so weary of scolding,
  Neither expanse nor beauty is visible!
  Where did you lead us - evil evil devil?
  When the evil demon turns the army!
  Hunting us, of course, military glory,
  Although my soul is a vile parasite!
  
  Such emptiness in a dying spirit
  Around the quagmire you can not see the way!
  And death, this count to the ruthless old woman,
  What collects tribute in holy Rus'!
  
  Simple understanding does not shine,
  All in the web, limitless power!
  The desire to live in an earthly abode,
  Tasting with sweet sweetness, joy, happiness!
  
  But fate sent his son to war,
  Where we had to forget about peace!
  No need to curse Satan for this,
  We didn't want anything else!
  
  On the plane I cut through the whirlwind,
  Having performed a trick, and the reception is crown!
  Believe me, the fighter of the Fatherland did not die,
  Let's play a funeral march for the scum!
  
  The enemy is numerous, strong,
  Cars, fighters, missiles!
  We will smash the infernal Wehrmacht to pieces,
  Russia's exploits will be sung!
  Will come to Earth, I believe communism,
  We will live happily - I know for sure!
  The executioner of people will crumble - fascism,
  Victory will be in kindness, light of May!
  
  Fatherland, swift flight,
  It gave us a holy life!
  The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  After all, I fight fiercely for her!
  
  And the time, I believe bright, will come,
  There will be no murders, old age will perish into the abyss!
  The genus will develop without edge,
  The top will rush the achievements of the lines!
  
  And in order for us to bring that time closer;
  You need to fight like a soldier of Rus'!
  So that it reaches everyone who is not a moron,
  That Russians always know how to fight!
  A good patriotic song sounded in Friedrich's head, but traitorous hands and feet did just the opposite. Namely, they sent shells to Soviet aircraft of all types and brands. The Soviet pilots tried to get close and start a dump ... Volka, having shot more than fifty cars on the move, made a turn and avoided the shots and the ramming attempt (he cut off this kamikaze with machine-gun short bursts). Then the plane of the young ace shifted, and being in a combat trance, the boy gave a lot of air guns. Very mowed down a number of Soviet fighters emerging from the rear.
  Here Friedrich almost rammed himself, but managed to slip into the line of fire, and continue the extermination of opponents. This time, twin-engine "Pawns" became his victims. An aphorism flashed through the boys head (pawns are not nuts either, future queens!). Helga squeaked into her radio.
  - Oh, dear mother! How they press!
  Friedrich, performing an unfinished dead loop, cut off Soviet fighters from a long distance, trying to go behind Helga's rear. One of them "Shopkeeper" (Lagg-5), was with a big red star on the fuselage ... So the hero of the USSR. The girl herself, on the assault modification of the Fokken-Wulf, fired at the tanks of the Rotmistrov army advancing on the positions of the Germans. And at the same time she hit quite accurately, successfully diving.
  Friedrich, meanwhile, was fighting with enemy aircraft, mentally thanking the supplies for the increase in ammunition. He even managed to put a traitor terminator into the T-34-85 tank, and having chosen the commander"s one (this can be seen from the antennas, which, despite the dust and distance, Friedrich"s sharp eyes were easily seen!).
  The hatch cover was pierced by three shells at once and the tank stopped...
  It was also hot downstairs, the vanguard of the Fifth Guards Tank Army had already rolled onto the SS grenadiers and parts of the second corps.
  The first Soviet vehicles rolled into the anti-tank ditch and slowed down. Rapid-firing guns "Tigers" -5 and "Panthers" -5 fell upon them. That's what the new Germans are strong in is fighting at a distance, in order to gain an advantage over them, the Soviet tanks had to enter close combat. Arrange a dump ... But tactically the decision was inaccurate, to tear across the open field where the ditches were dug, to meet the cars waiting for "prey". Yes, do not pile on at the same time en masse?
  True, the Soviet Ils, despite tangible losses, nevertheless broke through, like a small boxer diving under the giant's jam, to enemy tanks, causing damage, including small bombs. True, on some "Tigers" -5, they stood on top of the grid, but many vehicles, the German infantry, were forced to set up protection literally on the go.
  Friedrich thought that if the Russians had delivered a more concentrated strike, they would have had a much better chance of "a bunch of little" and profitable close combat.
  Ramming by the red pilots continued, but for example against the very nimble "Salamander" -3, this tactic did not bring the expected results. The losses of German aviation were growing, as well as even more of the Soviet ones. But it was no longer an unanswered fight. Many Soviet pilots had decent experience, it was not for nothing that they covered Moscow, so the Nazis got pretty bad.
  Friedrich, whose flair has sharpened incredibly, always avoided hits and intuitively hit the most dangerous Soviet fighters. Trying to knock out the leaders. He did it, and it worked without misfires. In my head, by the way, there was an emptiness, and a lack of perception of the battle as such. The body reacted, the targets were caught, there were no misses. A few times even got tanks.
  And many hundreds, if not thousands of aircraft of all kinds, flickered and flickered before my eyes. Here, for example, Huffman on his Non-362 ... Fights in a special way, speed, a jerk of a jet machine, and debris is flying in all directions ... And the Russians are also not bad .... That's just where Kozhedub is, it would be time to de-energize him ... Friedrich is moving at a minimum, now there is no need to turn, beat economically, but only, so slightly shifting from defeat ..
  Ammunition is running out, as is the fuel in the tanks, and impressive reinforcements are arriving from the German positions. Salamanders, and even several formidable Me-362s, are the first to enter the battle, and behind them the rest of the Nazi mosquito camp. Again, coast to coast... Soviet planes also begin to retreat. They are running out of fuel, and the losses have exceeded: all conceivable and inconceivable limits. Friedrich returns and asks Helga:
  - Everything is fine?
  The girl replies:
  - The plane is on the move! I knocked out six tanks and one fighter...
  Friedrich whistled:
  - Yes, you surpassed even me in the number of tanks destroyed. I personally destroyed only five cars with muzzles!
  Helga giggled.
  - And how many planes?
  - Airplanes? - Friedrich's head flashed numbers ... - Exactly three hundred and one! New world record. Here is the achievement...
  Helga exclaimed:
  - Yes, you're just a knight! No, soon the god of destruction. The great Kali himself ... the universal fighter!
  Friedrich politely corrected:
  - Actually, Kali is not a god, but the goddess of evil. That is, a woman, although in Hinduism a very revered and popular deity. Many temples have been built to her, and prayers are offered.
  The boy suddenly noticed that he had severely scratched his knee on the lever. And cursed:
  - Damn it! It was not worth making a turn, in such a heavily armed vehicle.
  Helga said with concern:
  - And the next flight you have without me?
  Friedrich readily confirmed:
  - Yes, your Fokken will still be refueled and loaded, and mine is already ready. Just don't talk, just take care of yourself!
  Helga said emphatically:
  - No! My advice to you is to fight and fight the best you can... If at all possible.
  The planes landed and Friedrich ran to the next car. The selected combination of the Me-362 and the assault F -490 was optimal for the superass of all times and peoples.
  Friedrich, feeling with his bare feet the sharp, rough pedals of the Fokken-Wulf-4, began to squeeze out speed and sing along:
  - I'm going to battle! I will crush the creature into dust!
  The battle at Krasnogvardeisk continued. In addition to the tanks of the Rotmistrov army itself, one and a half hundred Soviet vehicles, taken from the southern flank and the area of the Kashirna Soviet Front, arrived in time for the battlefield. True, only the first batch of cars has arrived so far. Soviet aviation also did not think of surrendering, but so far it has not been particularly active.
  Friedrich set to work on the tanks, using his cannons specially designed for this purpose. In his opinion, the caliber of 37 millimeters was still optimally suited for this purpose. Here, for example, Rudel with such guns, without any combat trance, destroyed, or rather, which is more fair, knocked out 534 tanks during the entire war. But he was an ordinary person, not Friedrich who. The boy remembered how his father told his mother that the combined effect on the fetus carried in the womb of the child, in addition to the manifestation of phenomenal abilities as puberty, could turn the offspring into a psychopath ...
  Maybe his combat trance, and this superpower of a warrior, is also a consequence of an impact, the nature of which is unknown to him.
  But now the tanks are coming, for the pilot, their movements seem slow, and even more so for Friedrich. The young ace began to peel offhand from a horizontal plane. It just fires and thrashes. Flashes of light, from small explosions, hatches pierced through. At the same time, many cars light up, since the gas tanks are located in the fighting compartment. And destruction, the T-34 flew off like a slingshot barrel.
  Often hitting shells caused the detonation of ammunition. And this in turn...
  Friedrich did not think about such trifles, he watched the picture when, having suffered heavy losses and realizing the futility of attempts, to break through, than the ditches dug by the Soviet people, the guards tanks moved around.
  But here, too, an unpleasant surprise awaited them. Two dozen "Superferdinands" managed to approach. They, unfortunately, were with stronger driving characteristics, thanks to the use of American motors.
  Soviet vehicles were moving across an open field, which means that the legendary fighters could hit already from three kilometers away. Of course, the "Superferdinands" missed, but the high rate of fire of anti-aircraft guns allowed them to hit quite often. In addition, the field was heavily dug up and plowed with shells, and the T-34-85 could not pick up speed. But they still moved like waves during an eruption. And the Panthers -5 and the nimble American Witches -5, high-speed tank destroyers, hurried to the aid of the Ferdinands -4.
  Friedrich tried to knock out (purely subconsciously) commanders. Even my fingers cramped from the tension. And there were fruits! The young terminator, from a horizontal projection, knocked out forty-two T-34 tanks, three KV-s, and two Su-122s. It could have been three more cars, but they were distracted by a raid by Soviet fighters, and most importantly by attack aircraft. According to them, Friedrich began to plant both a 37-millimeter air gun and two 20-millimeter ones (also quite striking, if you hit a lantern or a gas tank, or an engine.
  Only twenty-seven aircraft, and eighteen of them Ils ... Not bad, considering the importance of each tank, even damaged in this stubborn battle ... Here are a few T-34-85s accelerated, and still broke through to close range. Here the weakly armored American "Witches" -5 blazed.
  Friedrich saw the attack aircraft of Hans-Ulrich Rudel. This already long-famous ace, it seems, also decided to replace the "Shtuka" with a stronger and faster Focken-Wulf-5. His torch emblem is known to all. He asked Friedrich:
  - How are you, the angel of death!
  The Terminator Boy replied:
  - Affairs in the Gestapo, and I have accomplishments!
  Rudel assured:
  - And I'm good! But how do you manage to shoot so accurately and quickly, and even from a horizontal plane?
  The ace boy, laughing, answered or even sang:
  - All the impossible is possible I know for sure! Find the diamond of the kings of the Earth in running water!
  - Nothing, I'll catch up to thirty by the end of the day! Rudel promised.
  Return, replacement of the aircraft, and again the native Me-362, the aircraft, which, except for bullet holes on the wings, did not receive any damage under the leadership of Volka. And of course the tank battle....
  It was hot at Krasgvardeisky. The columns of the Fifth Guards Army and the brigades removed from other fronts pulled up. Reinforcements crawled up to the Germans, including a dozen American tank destroyers, the latest M-18s with 110-millimeter guns. These machines were not inferior in lethal force to the Tiger-5 guns, caliber 105, and even beat the T-34 better, as they were less prone to ricochet. The gun itself, at the same time, is also from a converted American anti-aircraft gun, which means it is quick-firing. Only here the armor is weaker than the German ones, but still 186 millimeters is enough to hold the projectile in the forehead. Especially on the go, the T-34-85 is very often smeared.
  Friedrich, even at a distance, felt a tsunami approaching, a new wave of Red Army aircraft. This means that it"s not up to the tanks, which have almost grappled into a tight one, so let the attack aircraft take care of them. Among them, by the way, very heavily armed and armored He-329s are visible. As attack aircraft and tank destroyers are strong. Especially with the 88 mm Ra-44 guns, which pierce not only the roof of the tank, but also in the forehead. Only here in aerial combat, this machine, to put it mildly, is not as versatile as the "working mare" Fokken-Wulf.
  Among the attack aircraft, Friedrich spotted Helga's plane. Well, of course, back in the ranks.
  The terminator boy, descending a little along the way, we will cut open three tanks and self-propelled guns-76, sang:
  - We'll have a show! Simply the highest superclass!
  . CHAPTER 18
  Helga readily replied:
  - Of course I believe you! I gave my heart not to a beast! The answer will be given to you - do you believe it or not?
  Instead of answering, Friedrich began to shoot from a long distance from the bottom ... And then gaining height.
  There were quite a lot of Soviet aircraft, but still less than the first time. The pilots of the Luftwaffe felt quite confident, like a first-grader who had beaten an annoying peer in an unfamiliar school, after that he was literally overwhelmed with strength.
  The Soviet pilots became more cunning, and having fallen under the blows, they immediately broke up into groups, trying to pull the Germans towards themselves. Friedrich attacked them, climbing up the hill. For him, however, the refusal of the enemy from a straightforward attack only facilitated tactics. But other German fighters climbed into battle.
  Friedrich noted in annoyance that the He-362 was usually ahead of him. But it's okay, from a long distance of several kilometers, no one knows how to cut down anyway.
  And "Salamanders" -3, just like children's paper airplanes, jump, jump like a shark on the waves, and they themselves get ...
  Friedrich chose his victim, the command aircraft, before he had time to think about how this car was shot down. The boy brought out the moral:
  - You can lose in a war, unlike sports, once, you win in a war, unlike a game, endlessly! However, the pieces from the board fly off only from the loser, the winner puts on the board, even previously shot down combat units!
  However, the fight was felt in the field. For example, Wittmann is already quite a hardened tank ace, he fought on the "Tiger". He, along with the gunner, also missed quite often, although the tank turned around easily. Gunner Schleich, barely had time to wipe the sweat off his face. The forehead of this steel monster has already been hit several times, but so far it has managed to ricochet. Wittmann yelled at the top of his lungs:
  - Let them come closer, don't be nervous, please...
  The impressions of a participant in the battle, deputy chief of staff of the 31st brigade, who recently became a Hero of the Soviet Union, Grigory Penezhko, also spoke about the state of a person in those terrible conditions. ... Before mental images, there were heavy pictures ... There was such a roar that the membranes pressed, blood flowed from the ears. The continuous roar of engines, the clanging of metal, the roar, the explosions of shells, the wild rattle of torn iron ... From point-blank shots, turrets turned, twisted guns, armor burst, tanks exploded.
  The impenetrable heavy "Patton" -3, almost point-blank tried to take the Soviet T-34-85. He snarled, shielded armor bulging. "Witches" -4 slipped and tried to apply the maneuver themselves. It was as if it was a cavalry army of ancient knights about to slay each other. Often both tanks fired point-blank and blew each other up.
  From shots into gas tanks, the tanks instantly flared up. Hatches opened, and tank crews tried to get out. Grigory saw a young lieutenant, half burnt, hanging on his armor. Wounded, he could not get out of the hatch. And so he died. There was no one around to help him. The soldiers lost their sense of time, they felt neither thirst, nor heat, nor even blows in the cramped cockpit of the tank. One thought, one desire - while alive, beat the enemy. Soviet tankers, who got out of their wrecked vehicles, searched the field for enemy crews, also left without equipment, and beat them with pistols, grabbed them hand-to-hand.
  An image in the style of surrealism of the captain, who in some kind of frenzy climbed onto the armor of the wrecked German "Tiger" -5 and hit the hatch with a machine gun in order to "smoke out" the Nazis from there. Quite how bravely the commander of the tank company Chertorizhsky acted. He knocked out, through the whirlwind of shells, breaking into the side of the enemy "Tiger" -5, but he himself was hit. Jumping out of the car, the tankers put out the fire. And they went into battle again.
  Helga had already pierced the roof of Grigory Penezhko's tank with the last shell. The shell hit the gas tank, and everything went up in flames. The flames scorched the Soviet tankers, forcing them to jump out of their hatches. But Grigory himself, who was wounded, did not have time to jump out ... He burned alive, realizing in kind what the underworld is ...
  Friedrich, seeing that the enemy aviation had already grown wiser and was trying to fly away in a combined way, attacked the tanks himself ... The Germans really had a hard time, although the most heavily armed English Challenger tanks entered the battle (The crews are also from the sons of Britain and shoot extremely accurately!) .
  Friedrich is full of demonic energy and excitement, he is ready to single-handedly sweep away everything and everyone, even if you have to fight with an entire tank army, and even more so with air. But you have to return, fuel and ammunition are running out, for this, a flight, shooting down fifty-seven aircraft and knocking out thirty-one tanks and six self-propelled guns, plus two more armored personnel carriers, three Katyushas, four Andryushas, cars that tried to go to the rear .
  Helga remarked:
  - The Russians have a song about women in our villages! And we have not only fighting women, but men, what you need!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - Our men, what you need, but women are better!
  Helga said slyly:
  - A woman wins by shedding tears, a man by making them shed!
  Friedrich, baring his teeth, remarked:
  - Since we are sharp, then everything is not so bad today!
  You have to fly alone for the next flight ... Well, if so, then there is no point in losing heart ... It"s already hot in the Focken-Wulf with an air-cooled engine. Very hot, motor, plus sun, plus little time to cool down. Friedrich himself was even surprised how he had not yet fallen down with such a savage load. After all, it"s elementary ... it eats away all the insides ...
  Soviet tanks were completely thinned out ... Nevertheless, reinforcements again arrived to the Germans, and almost all attack aircraft were thrown into battle ... But reinforcements are also suitable for Rotmistrov ... The same tanks from another front.
  But the air is much calmer, although there are separate batches of fighters, or attack aircraft.
  Friedrich repeats the old proven tactics, he already knows that she will not let him down. And the Germans...
  A regrouping is also taking place, since most of the Soviet tanks have already been destroyed, then you can try to attack yourself ... Wittmann gloomily remarked:
  - Eight tanks were knocked out ... For one day it's good, but for such a day it's bad ...
  The guide corrected:
  - Actually, twelve ....
  Wittmann interrupted:
  - Four destroyed cars when the Russians climbed through a deep anti-tank ditch - do not count! It was elementary. Yes, and the ammunition should be replenished ...
  But the Soviet tanks rushed forward again when the attack aircraft especially began to get them. In particular, Friedrich, who shot fifty-five shells, of which forty-nine T-34 tanks and six self-propelled guns. And it took him five and a half minutes ... That's the battle ... Of course, it could have been more ... Friedrich thought, why should he fire from two cannons at the same time? And One is quite enough ... In the meantime ...
  Helga met him at the airport, kissed him so passionately, whispered:
  - Here is the embodiment of chivalry - Don Quixote!
  - What did you say? Friedrich snapped.
  The girl immediately recovered:
  - Sorry wolf cub... I wanted to say Lancelot!
  The ace boy snapped:
  - Then another matter! After all, Don Quixote is a parody of a knight. Foolish chivalry and disinterested nobility are ridiculed in a way!
  Helga agreed.
  - I, in general, understand it! But...
  Friedrich interrupted the girl:
  - On planes alive!
  Soviet tank crews and pilots seem to have made one last attempt to turn the tide of an extremely unsuccessful battle. General Gota, as an experienced commander who had already thoroughly studied the tactics of the Russians, was in no hurry to attack, and even leaned back slightly in order to use the advantage in firepower one hundred percent. And of course, booking. This is the tactic of a tall boxer who retreats in front of the short man, works as the second number, but does not allow the undersized pinscher to close the distance and gain an advantage. Well, Rotmistrov has no other choice! Either attack or die! The latter is better, although both may well be together!
  Well, Friedrich has to fight with aircraft too ... It"s also a fight, and the enemy is brave ...
  But first, the terminator boy shot fifteen attacking T-34-85 tanks. So ethereal in one burst ...
  Helga exclaimed:
  You are the emperor of the air! That's how the Third Reich will be famous!
  Friedrich answered her:
  - And he is already famous! And you don't have to praise!
  Helga yelled:
  - And you glorify him even more!
  - Will try! Friedrich growled.
  He fell back into an ultra-combat trance. Strange thoughts swirled in the boy's head. For example, what will happen to him after the victory of the Third Reich? Of course, the patronage of the emperor's wife will provide him with the highest position, and his son will become the heir to the Great Empire. Exciting vistas! And the Russians, finally, learn the order and discipline to which even Stalin, the bloody Georgian, could not accustom them.
  Although, of course, victory is still far away ... Or it can take and turn the fighter crashing into the Fritz. Like this, kill several dozen fascist vehicles and return to the USSR as a hero?
  But will it help him if the heroes of the war who escaped from captivity are shot, but .... Stalin does not trust anyone at all, he said that he does not have a son, Yakovlev! So he can no longer go back to Friedrich ... Especially after what he did ... It was possible to flee to the USSR right away, when they just gave him the "Stuka". The boy would be forgiven... Well, maybe they sent him to penal battalions, and if he also shot down some of the Nazis... Yes, he had a chance to return... But now, in the USSR, they won't spare him, he's become too bloody....
  Friedrich thought, well, why didn't he defect to the side of the Soviets. Well, okay, he joined the Hitler Youth, being in the center of Berlin, then he had no other way to survive. But why did he kill the commissars? You could just turn it off ... Why did a wild beast suddenly wake up in it ... Not even a beast, because animals usually kill to eat or because of a feeling of hunger. Man, on the other hand, turned killing into fun, becoming worse than a tiger ...
  What happened to him that the murder began to bring joy, and the desire to exalt in the Third Reich, to make a career captured the whole essence? Who did he become, .. Why did he lose the feeling of patriotism and attachment to his people?
  However, does he have one? Here is the same General Vlasov or Boris Alekseevich Smyslovsky. Here, too, a strange person, it seemed an exemplary representative of the noble corps of tsarist Russia. And he had to go over to the side of Hitler and other fascists. Officer of the Russian Imperial Army, captain. After the Civil War, he was interned in Poland, then emigrated to Germany. He entered the service in the German army. From 1928 to 1932 he studied at the Higher Courses at the Military Department (General Staff Academy) of the Reichswehr. During World War II, he took an active part in the formation of Russian volunteer units. He believed that the Germans could contribute to the restoration of Russia: "The victory of the German armies should lead us to Moscow and gradually transfer power into our hands. The Germans, even after the partial defeat of Soviet Russia, will have to fight against the Anglo-Saxon world for a long time. Time will work in our favor, and they will not be up to us. Our importance as an ally will increase, and we will have complete freedom of political action."
  The boy's head floated on what he had read earlier on the Internet ... Quite by chance, his eyes ran over the page of the reference book - "accomplices of Nazism - the shame of the nation!"
  True, at the same time he never collaborated with General A. A. Vlasov, since he did not share either his views or his plan of action, but he personally met with him three times, mainly on instructions from the German General Staff.
  Friedrich interrupted his thoughts... Eighty-three Soviet planes were shot down, and the last shells are already being planted in tanks, and it is already possible to return... Well, what a bastard he is... How he has fallen... Bloody whore! The eyes immediately became wet... Salty droplets of tears flowed down the smooth boyish cheeks... How bitter, even shoot yourself!
  Upon his return, the sight of a tired but cheerful Helga immediately raised his spirits, and he again rushed into battle ... He is a warrior! So, he was born to win, and whose nation is weaker, he is not friends with her!
  Helga suddenly noticed:
  - Are you crying?
  Friedrich shook his head.
  - It's already my eyes are watering, from fatigue! What a battle! I haven't closed my eyes for six days now! And before that, almost did not sleep!
  Helga consoled:
  - Here the cauldron will close and we will sleep a little ... It remains a little bit. Just a little bit to win!
  Flight on the Focken-Wulfach-4, enemy aircraft are not visible, and there is little left of the tanks. But even those that are there need to be finished off.
  Helga whispers into the radio:
  - Well, let's get them! So twisting the eight!
  Friedrich chuckles.
  - Twisting eight is better than getting six on shoulder straps!
  The girl, having struck the car from a dive, barked:
  - No, you can't be imagined as a six. You have the breed of a king.
  From the Fifth Guards Army there were horns and legs. Now Gotha gave the order to advance, especially since it was already evening, the time had passed well past dinner, and darkness began to approach.
  On the battlefield there were more than a thousand and a hundred wrecked and destroyed Soviet tanks, and about three hundred German tanks that received some kind of damage. Of these, about sixty-five cars were by no means subject to restoration.
  And Friedrich, leaving his girlfriend to sleep on a cot, was still flying. This time it was redirected to suppress artillery. The desperate march of Rotmistov diverted part of the forces, the armies of Meinshein, and they advanced no more than twelve kilometers in a day and evening. Night fell, but the stormtroopers were still working. They just changed pilots.
  Once again, Friedrich encountered U-2 night bombers. Cars flew almost close to the ground - low level flight. They would have had a chance to slip through with such a disguise, but in this situation, the devilish instinct of the young terminator worked.
  In addition, Friedrich suddenly became very ashamed of his tears, and he became furious ... Even the boy's look changed. And completely different words, of another song, rushed through my head;
  Anger spreads through the body in a fiery wave,
  It is impossible to understand such a thing and what is happening to me now!
  Here the underworld opened all the blackness in the soul,
  I want palaces - it"s not enough for me with a sweetheart and paradise in a hut!
  
  And how it all happened, even God does not know,
  I became a traitor bastard, but so far I'm dead!
  Where is this revelation from, who gave birth to it,
  I draw inspiration in a bowl - mighty forces!
  
  The Devil dragged us in a net, throwing us into a vicious circle,
  It so happened, I got caught in the net!
  But I will break the web, and I will accept God with my heart,
  Do not just curse the heavenly moon!
  And these are brothers in arms I know for sure!
  
  Oh give me a chance holy Lord
  My nature, you are betrayal and infamy!
  I wanted flesh, save only flesh,
  And ended up in the abyss, where wisdom fell asleep!
  
  The fascist said: you serve us -
  You will receive land, money, titles recognition!
  But give up your soul
  And this is the worst punishment in the world!
  
  But I'm a weakling, got into a mess,
  And he destroyed the living, honor and conscience in himself!
  So be it, hard fact
  After all, it"s not a novel, it"s just a story!
  
  What should I do, way back;
  There is no more left, and now at least the neck is in a noose!
  But the demon said, end the mess,
  Such cowardice, believe us, I do not accept!
  Friedrich finished this "vocal", knocking down his "ears" and then he felt extremely tired ... And what has already blossomed, which means that a new day has come on July 11th. And he's been on his feet for seven days...
  After landing, the boy barely managed to run to the bunk and immediately fell down;
  The dream turned out to be very tense ... Friedrich dreamed that he was a student and was listening to a lecture. Moreover, the teacher of gigantic growth tells it with such enthusiasm and fervor that you involuntarily listen. There we are talking about a long-standing historical enemy of Russia, the United States. It seems that in his homeland they finally came up with a worthy weapon of retaliation;
  - You should be aware that the Pentagon Army has deployed its best strike force in the fight against our desire to break the path to other worlds. I sent a telegram to the NATO military, where I stated that I was not going to seize the earth, that I was conducting peaceful research aimed at the benefit of all mankind. They didn't get my message, they measure everyone on their dubious and selfish scale of values. These megalomaniac bastards think they can control all of humanity. They think that if they have a manic passion for capture and destruction, then other representatives of other worlds should have the same animal passion.
  The speaker paused and listened to a generous wave of applause. And Volka also applauded him vigorously, although he did not like to recognize authorities behind him. Well, the mighty giant continued:
  - I am not a beast or a predator, but I am able and intend to defend myself, the good of my civilization depends on my struggle, and if my enemies, and the enemies of my civilization intend to attack, then I intend to defend myself. I will destroy those who stand between me and freedom. Those who have almost enslaved humanity, considering themselves the highest nation, beyond the jurisdiction of people, will face retribution. I have already given a group of oligarchs a penny each, I will show them an example of a person capable of fighting, and not going under the ax like a submissive sheep. We all must unite, because this is our common cause, because on Earth, soon there will be nothing to breathe. Now to business. To defeat the American and NATO fleets, we need large, unlimited reserves of energy, a fundamentally new weapon, and we have it. To many, even the best of you, the H-bomb seems to be the ultimate. Many, even the best of you, assume that there is no other more powerful way to get energy, except for the annihilation that can be difficult to implement in practice. All of you are familiar with thermonuclear reactions, the fusion of hydrogen atoms and the formation of helium. Well, other elements up to iron. Nuclear fusion gives light to stars for billions of years. And for many of you it seems unbelievable that fundamentally new reactions of synthesis can be carried out: they practically do not exist in nature. Many of you are full of stereotypical thoughts that if the reaction does not exist in nature, then it cannot exist in principle. What an absurd delusion, the science of super-civilizations provides a way to obtain gigantic masses of energy on a scale and reactions that do not exist in nature. You already know the existence of quarks: the mini-particles that make up elementary particles. Even your science has discovered hundreds of elementary particles. In addition to them, which your science has also recorded, there are particles of various types, many of which seem strange to you, or even superfluous. You are struck by the diversity of quarks, which is difficult to explain in the usual logical way. More recently, your scientists discovered particles called preons, the particles that make up quarks, and you have not been able to get to and study them properly. Well, you have not yet succeeded in extracting from the nucleus not only preons, even quarks. Well, what kind of energy can be obtained due to their fusion or splitting: immeasurable even in comparison with a thermonuclear reaction. Even with the modern, rather low level of terrestrial science, there are theoretical calculations that show that the smaller the particle, the more energy it extracts. This suggests that if it were possible to master such energy, then it would be possible to obtain an almost unlimited source of energy resources. However, not one terrestrial scientist has failed not only to recreate the fusion reaction of microparticles, but even to extract a free quark from the nucleus.
  Even getting a free, unbound quark is not yet a success. What is the reason that the reaction by breaking or merging ultralight particles is still not possible, not only to repeat, but even to fix in nature. The reason lies in this: that is why the thermonuclear reaction is so difficult that it is figuratively even called a hero with very short arms. In order to cause a thermonuclear reaction, the energy of an atomic bomb is needed; for an atomic bomb to explode, conventional explosives are needed. In order to cause a quark fusion reaction, there is not enough reaction of an explosion of a thermonuclear charge, its power is not enough for the reaction, which is why superheavy quarks are not found in nature. There is no intermediate step, a step that separates and classifies the reactions within atomic fusion. In thermonuclear fusion, there are stages one after another, which go on increasing in terms of released energy. A reaction that releases much more energy than a thermonuclear explosion and is extremely rare: an annihilation reaction. It comes from the contact of matter and antimatter. In nature, it is rare, extremely rare, because in the real world there is almost no antimatter. The annihilation reaction is rare in nature, there is no intermediate step between the fusion reaction of elements and a thermonuclear reaction. The essence of the problem is that antimatter itself is not made from simple matter. Within our visible system, we cannot observe it. But if you moved in space and found yourself at the junction of universes, on the border of the world and the anti-world, then you would see how the process of annihilation proceeds on a large scale. The essence of the problem turned out to be in obtaining a sufficient amount of antimatter, that is, matter that could not exist in the real world. It would constantly come into contact with real ordinary matter, it would have to annihilate or explode, just as two separately harmless chemical elements explode when they come into contact. Protons, neutrons, electrons, in contact with positrons, antineutrons, antielectrons would turn into photons and other particles rushing in different directions. Their expansion speed is colossal and exceeds the speed of light. Yes, during large-scale annihilation, the particles pass into superlight speed, moving away from each other. It is difficult to obtain anti matter in a simple way, by accelerating particles on accelerators. The result obtained in this way will never justify the costs. Nevertheless, an effective way to obtain antimatter on a solid scale was found experimentally. Its essence lies in the fact that the probability of obtaining antimatter, as well as matter, is approximately the same, which means that the difference between antimatter and ordinary matter is not great and not much energy is required to change the polarity of matter. This can be done using not so strong radiation of a special field and a wave of a special nature. In addition to quarks, preons, there are creons, resons, forkons, ryumons, chorodons, romons, etc. Radiation at a special telepathic level changes the structure of matter at the creon-resonance level, only slightly changing, shifting the structure of the arrangement of microparticles. The discovery of special waves has revolutionized science and society. But whose radiation, what level could change the type of matter, transferring it to a qualitatively new level, changing the characteristics of matter. A new type of radiation was discovered in the study of human abilities, his extraordinary abilities. We Hitlernators before other nations and peoples mastered extra abilities. The new telepathic radiation penetrated lead and even denser solid supermaterials, which in itself indicated a different system and a different range of radiation. Even at your level of science and civilization, there are and created radiation exceeding the speed of light. Of the radioactive radiation Alpha, Beta, Gamma, already Beta rays move a little more than the speed of light, and with Gamma-AS radiation, the excess of the speed of light is almost one and a half times. On planet Earth, they have already experimentally discovered the radiation of the Klekon and Der waves, which exceed the speed of light twice. True, while they are being generated in microdoses, they are not even aware of the prospects. I will say more between the speed of radiation and its ability to penetrate matter, there is a direct connection. The shorter the wave range, the higher the penetrating power, the higher the speed of the radiation. Gamma rays only after passing a centimeter of lead are attenuated by half. For the radiations of Klecon and Der, the penetrating power is even higher. Extra-range radiation, whether it be aura, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, cyberkinesis, tormokinesis, plasmokinesis, have the highest speed and all penetrating range. That is, it is in the so-called spiritual superstructure that lies the key to controlling the worlds, to mastering unprecedented forms of energy. The newest forms of energy open the way to the newest forms of measurements, measurements of the microworld that are able to take root and be realized in the macrocosm, transferring the measurements between micro-fundamental particles to the real world, the so-called rolling of space. A new type of energy will give a new weapon, emit Z-56 rays and crush the aggressor's armada to powder. I could now explain in more detail the essence of the new energy and describe in detail how it arises, as well as the effect of the merger, but we have already been given an ultimatum. These gorillas think to frighten us, but even if we capitulate, they cannot resist the temptation to plow the island and iron it with bombs and volleys of heavy guns. If there is no military action, then why did the Yankees gather such an armada, they need an act of intimidation, an example for the whole world. Your lives depend on me. I will teach the aggressor a lesson that he will remember for a lifetime, and whoever remains alive will envy the dead!
  At this phrase, Friedrich's dream was interrupted. He frantically opened his eyes. Helga stood in front of him and held bouquets of flowers in her hands, and in the fingers of a bare, girl's leg was a rose, with which she affectionately tickled the boy's bare, pink heel.
  - Well, get some sleep. It's time for dinner!
  Friedrich jumped up and immediately sucked in his stomach ... But yes, he hadn"t eaten almost anything for a week. He only drank fortified chocolate diluted with water. The boy looked at the sun and was surprised:
  - It's strange, I spent about five hours, but it seems much less. I didn"t even have time to listen to the most interesting lecture on new weapons!
  Helga giggled.
  - About the new weapon? Yes, when great warriors fight, the oldest technique allows everyone to win. But first, eat some fish soup. A couple of girls, your fans, were specially welded for you. Eat and new forces will come.
  Friedrich took to the fish soup with pleasure, which seemed to him the most delicious dish on planet Earth. The boy emptied the bowler hat and felt a heaviness in his stomach. But despite this cheerfully jumped up and rushed to the car.
  - Well, Helga, we'll fight again!
  The girl playfully replied:
  - And how!
  And now the reliable horse Me-362, together with the inseparable satellite Fokken-Wulf-4, again torments the atmosphere with propellers. And that in the war as in the war. Friedrich asked Helga:
  What is your favorite pastime besides fighting?
  The girl chuckled softly and replied:
  - It's hard to even say! Although you know. I was into woodcarving. Such beautiful patterns turned out ... And I also tried to write fantastic stories. Only when I wrote a couple, everyone started laughing at me. And I felt so ashamed that I quit composing them. Do you know how unpleasant it is when they laugh at you!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - Yes, I understand! Although now I am at the pinnacle of fame! But as soon as I die, I'm almost...
  Helga interrupted:
  - No! Trust me, they won't forget! I think your name will be called the air army, or some of the conquered eastern cities. Or maybe a street in Berlin!
  Friedrich laughed.
  - Yes, you consoled me!
  Helga added quite seriously:
  - Maybe even an order in aviation will be approved with your portrait. Firstly, you have such a sweet face, and secondly, your result, already more than twenty thousand five hundred enemy aircraft, is unlikely to be surpassed by anyone!
  Friedrich also quite seriously objected:
  - No, they can surpass if the war with the USSR drags on for a very long time, or if they still have to deal with yesterday's allies. So everything is possible ... But in principle, it is possible to reach a thousand planes! What can I do and this!
  The conversation was interrupted, a small squadron of enemy fighters flew ahead, and then they had to seriously take up the guns.
  Despite the extreme fatigue and exhaustion of the Nazi army, the victory at Krasnogvardeisky inspired the Fritz and the multi-tribal pack to new feats.
  The Nazis did not dare to attack Moscow, and attacked the city of Pavlovsky Posad, located to the east, and fortified the areas adjacent to it.
  The Soviet soldiers, otherwise it could not have been fought courageously, but the corridor between the German wedges had narrowed so much by evening that it was already being shot through.
  Friedrich and Helga again had to take on the tanks, which tried to counterattack and plug the gap. And then they showed themselves and perfectly. The young man managed to exceed five hundred in tanks! And this is generally an achievement of the ultra-class!
  Friedrich really felt joy that he was so cool! That he is the best warrior of all times and peoples means a class of classes! And what does it feel like to be taller and cooler than everyone! Friedrich is Wolf, which means wolf!
  It was already dark, and the battle still did not die out. German columns from the north, where the hordes of the famous Rommel were torn, and from the south, where Mainstein Pass, surrounded the city of Pavlovsky Posad. Already at midnight, Gotha's tanks and, first of all, several Ferdinand-4s broke into the outskirts of this village ... But they were forced to stop. Then Gota gave the order to bypass the most stubborn defenses. At two o'clock in the morning east of Pavlovsky Posad, parts of the second SS corps and the first tank corps, also from the USSR, came out to meet each other. So on the night of October 12, 1947, a blockade ring closed around the Moscow military group!
  . CHAPTER #19
  On the morning of October 13, 1947, Friedrich fought, as always selflessly and skillfully. His faithful flying horse was torn in height, and the engine, despite the fact that the boy forced it more than once, worked without failures ...
  The resistance of the Soviet troops noticeably weakened ... The Nazis did not yet dare to attack Moscow, which had been turned into an impregnable fortress, but moved towards the east. In Pavlovsky Posad, battles were still in full swing, the fascist commanders quite reasonably refused to use tanks in the city, leaving Romanians, Italians, Arabs, Indians and other foreign units to storm.
  Friedrich took part in two or three small air skirmishes, and without difficulty, cut off about a dozen aircraft. Other targets were ground: cannons, howitzers, mortars, Katyushas, and if you're lucky, tanks.
  The latter, on the other hand, did not occur often. Looks like the advice has fizzled out. By noon, when the pairing of October became unbearable, there was a brief lull and Frederick, or as he was officially called Frederick the Great Bismarck, was summoned to Smolensk.
  The young ace-terminator looked very pleased and cheerful. Although Friedrich was very bitter and ashamed of his betrayal, the prospect of receiving fascist awards pleased the boy.
  Helga was called along with him. The girl was also excited and her pearly teeth sparkled with a charming panther smile. She said:
  - You see, the wolf boy, we defeated the Russians!
  Friedrich did not share the optimism in this case:
  - So far, this is only an intermediate success and struggle ... Battles and battles are only gaining momentum. But the beginning and in fact, successfully ...
  The building of the regional committee of the CPSU was chosen for the award. The huge parking lot contained many luxury cars, mostly American-made.
  Indeed, puppet generals from the US Army, the British Empire, the Canadian Dominion were present in the assembly hall. There was even one of the English princes... And, of course, Hermann Goering himself and Adolf Hitler... Only this surprised Friedrich, Margaret was not with him. It's strange, maybe just being pregnant, this outstanding, unique woman does not want to endanger her own and the child received from the ace ... After all, war is not a joke at all!
  Or maybe she doesn"t want to communicate with Hitler"s new favorite with her husband? Here, in general, everything is possible and it is almost impossible to read what is in the mind of a woman beautiful, like Aphrodite, and insidious like Hera ...
  However, Friedrich is even happy about it. It was not enough in the presence of the Fuhrer to expose himself and her to the risk of betraying his emotions, with an involuntary gesture, or an unconsidered word. After all, horned husbands, especially in the person of the ruler of the half world, are very dangerous. Even for such a tough guy like He is the number one soldier of the Third Reich!
  Most of those who arrived for the award were pilots - Goering himself was an ace, an ardent admirer of the theory of General Dua - aviation, the god of wars, of course, first of all allocated air forces. But there were also tankers, among them the famous Wittmann. And the award ceremony began with knight's crosses.
  When Helga was called, the girl literally jumped like a horse, tapping her heels. She was awarded a knight's cross and a special badge of a fighter, tanks ... On top of this, the Fuhrer Adolf himself handed the girl a nominal saber with diamonds, as the best woman who distinguished herself as a result of fighting in the Moscow battle.
  Wittmann received a cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds, the Star of the Knight's Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds was also awarded to "baby" Huffman. The American ace in his invariable cowboy shirt also received an award.
  Friedrich was awarded the last ... It was quite logical, because he was the best of the best. The high award, the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, and oak leaves, swords and diamonds, was presented to the menacing sounds of the Nazi anthem. In addition, four badges were awarded for four hundred, five hundred aircraft, and for four hundred, five hundred tanks. These badges were also gold, and five hundred even with tiny diamonds.
  Hitler shook Friedrich's hand for a long time and said something enthusiastically ... The boy devoured the famous cross with his eyes. Diamonds adorned platinum oak leaves and sword hilts. A figure flashed in my memory that even ordinary knightly crosses with diamonds, only twenty-seven such orders were awarded during the entire war. Well, at this moment it"s even less ... A higher degree of award, the Knight"s Cross, where silver leaves are replaced by gold ones, has not yet been established.
  However, the awards did not stop there. Hitler announced that Friedrich was awarded the rank of Major Field Marshal of the Air Force and the SS Guards, with the award of personalized weapons and a bonus of one million five hundred thousand marks (the cost of fifteen newest Panthers).
  The nominal weapon was the same as the saber donated to Helga, made of Damascus steel, with a hilt beautifully decorated with diamonds and emeralds.
  Friedrich could not resist the temptation and several times waved a weapon worthy of the Sultan. The handle was comfortable, and the saber was perfectly balanced, and seemed light for a strong boyish hand.
  Then the American General Mankurt spoke, who went down in history as the author of the popular expression: let my country be wrong, but this is my country!
  In addition, this commander became famous for his monstrous cruelty, including to prisoners of war.
  Mankurt said harshly:
  - Russian barbarians have seized a lot of land, creating one huge barrack in which an eternal mess reigns. How long will their terrorist regime torment a sixth of humanity? The peoples of Russia are waiting for liberation and the arrival on their land of the army of free Europe and the United States. And therefore, America will make every effort to defeat the USSR. The flow of our equipment and volunteers from all over the world will intensify and increase! (stormy applause). All countries of the world united against the Bolshevik contagion. The Lord God and the heavenly army are with us. Forward for victory!
  An Englishman followed him and after that, the Fuhrer interrupted the official part of the ceremony, announcing the beginning of the ball. Immediately, a lot of girls and women appeared ready to make a couple of famous heroes.
  Friedrich wanted to choose Helga as a partner, but she unexpectedly refused - saying that the custom does not order dancing with partners, or partners in military weapons. Well, why did the boy choose another lady, especially since all the women here are beautiful - apparently they were specially selected. Friedrich smiled and danced lightly, but the boy's thoughts were about something else.
  So he received a high order and is now a major field marshal ... His career is on the rise, and in terms of the number of downed aircraft and wrecked tanks, he has no equal in the world! Everything seems to be fine, but for some reason cats are scratching their hearts ... But if we take well-known figures, for example, Robert Artrois, the prince of the blood from the royal branch of the Capetians. After all, he fought against his homeland of France and did not suffer a bit, although the blood of his compatriots was on his hands.
  And hundreds of thousands of Russians are fighting on the side of the Nazis. Even Grand Duke Kirill Romanov officially announced his support for the eastern campaign and the liberation of the homeland from the Bolsheviks. The Romanovs are for the Nazis and the countries of the West behind them.
  Well, if the illustrious princes, and the Third Reich are against Stalin, then why should Frederick suffer. Moreover, it is possible that his ancestors do not live in the USSR at all. Well, let's think logically... After all, the course of history has already changed in the most serious way. Now the world will never be different, so the Moscow battle was lost by the Soviets ... And what does this mean? And the fact that, firstly, in a world that has changed significantly, the likelihood that his parents (by the way, born in different cities) will meet and start a family drops sharply. But also dad and mom were not born in 1947 ... This means that the probability of meeting two grandfathers and two grandmothers will be even less!
  Plus, every child in terms of a set of genes is unique and purely individual. And that means that if the moment of conception changes even for an hour, or even ten minutes, then it will no longer be him ... Not Friedrich with a unique personality and set of genes, but a completely different, perhaps not even outwardly similar boy.
  That is, the intervention of a hitman in the past, according to the logic of things, should lead to the disappearance of the violator of the inviolable laws of time ... That is, Friedrich, having become Hitler's favorite, should simply disappear! And he, and his brother, and maybe parents and others.
  But since the young ace is alive, and strong, healthy like no other on this unfortunate planet, then maybe this past is not his world at all! Maybe this is not even his universe, some kind of parallel universe, and even with a time lag. That is, he does not kill Friedrich his ancestors, not his native compatriots, but alien individuals who have only a general resemblance to the abstract past of the terminator boy.
  This means that he, in fact, is not a traitor - just a person, like hitmen from various science fiction series, who in the past uses the knowledge of the present, and even endowed with providence with incredible power. Well, if he is destined to have superpowers, then it"s simply a sin not to use them! Well, since fate, the right hand of heaven itself, sent him first to the Hitler Youth, then to the Third Reich, then you need to make every effort to make a career. It's good to be a major -field marshal at fourteen, a boy's years, but at twenty a full-fledged general, or even a field marshal, is better. And who knows, maybe the Third Reich and America will finally digest, and then his son will become the first World dictator!
  Then suddenly appeared the one whom the young man least of all expected to see: Eugene Porsche ... Tall, beautiful, strong, even a little rustic and surprisingly not aristocratic for the daughter of one of the largest magnates of the Third Reich.
  True, unlike the previous meeting, the girl put on very expensive ones, with diamonds, but at the same time they were transparent and did not hide the charms of graceful, although not small legs.
  Because of the high heels, the already tall girl seemed almost a giantess. Friedrich himself was an ordinary and even smaller teenager for his age, was shorter than her, about twenty-three, twenty-five centimeters, and taking into account heels and more ...
  Friedrich was even embarrassed, what if he never grows more than this six-pound girl (who succeeded in her father Porsche, after all, not a giant, although it is not known what kind of mother she was, and who climbed under her skirt!), will be over him to always rise. Yes, it"s better that she, like the last time, went barefoot ...
  Evgenia, however, looked at the young ace with admiration, and stretching out her hands kissed him on the lips:
  - You are my knight! Light is not earthly!
  Friedrich was confused:
  - Yes I....
  Eugene interrupted:
  - No need for words! You deserve the praise. And not only as a pilot .... - The tycoon's daughter shook her hair. - Just think, you have a fantastic gift of an engineer and designer. Suggest ideas like this... Genius! Above Leonardo Davinci.
  Friedrich chimed in:
  - Well, yes! I agree, this artist has not won a single war. Although his masterpieces conquered the whole world!
  They started dancing. Evgenia was just as beautiful, a figure skater, but for Volka she looked too big ... And the perfume smelled intoxicating ... The boy, looking at the neckline of her luxurious chest, felt quite natural desire for a physically strong and developed teenager. Moreover, Helga defiantly pretended not to notice anything. However, the younger generation of Germans was taught that it is indecent for a woman to feel and even more so to demonstrate jealousy, and a man, if he is a war hero, is even obliged to cheat. What to improve the breed! As Hitler said: it is not a sin for a married woman to give birth to a child from another man, there is one who has better physical data than her husband. Evgenia, however, quite seriously asked the boy:
  - And where did you study that you know the principles of control of tanks and self-propelled guns so well, inventing such know-hows?
  Friedrich could not and did not want to tell the truth, and to an unfamiliar girl, even if her father was a magnate, one of the top ten richest people in the Third Reich and a favorite of Hitler and Goering. He answered evasively:
  - Hobbies from childhood play a role here ... Various scientific literature, the desire to invent! It is not necessary to sit at a desk to create something sensible ...
  Evgenia nodded.
  - Yes, I am also fond of sports, and at the same time I gnaw, or even chew the granite of science ... Nevertheless, does Mrs. Piston look like an office rat?
  Friedrich, baring wolf teeth, confirmed:
  - Yes, on a rat, and not only a cabinet, you do not look like at all! Most likely, even you can be compared ...
  Evgeniya warned:
  - Just don't compare with a cow! That's a pretty nasty hint!
  Friedrich philosophically remarked:
  - Whoever bullies not on business, gets the rank of a goat! So ... We have a stupid bazaar.
  - Bazaar is slang? Evgenia guessed. - In general, German speech seems to be correct, but somehow ... Too correct, exactly placed stresses, clear words, tension of speech ... And there is no accent, but you feel something not quite native in this correctness ...
  Friedrich showed no sign of being worried:
  - Nu and that with this? Maybe you suspect that it was a Soviet spy, and that the Russians donated twenty thousand, along with the American ones and half a thousand of their countless aircraft, to infiltrate me at the top of the Third Reich?
  Evgenia shook her head.
  - No, I do not think so! It was too much, even for the Russians. Although there is a well-known saying: Russia cannot be understood with the mind. But here it seems to me something else, maybe you, how to say ... A product of genetic engineering of the SS. Some kind of future man? I've read scientific works on genetics and I know that human nature can be changed, improved or worsened by artificial intervention. And your superhuman qualities of a warrior... It"s true...
  Instead of answering, Friedrich bowed his head to his tall girlfriend and kissed her passionately on her full lips. Then he said:
  - Don't give yourself a pretty head. If you are afraid that you will get defective children from me, then believe it is not so! In general, we can change the topic of conversation.
  Evgenia agreed:
  - It's better to change! Talk about tanks... In particular, the main operational headquarters headed by Guderian issued a competition task: two types of tanks... Like a medium "Imperial Panther" with an 88-millimeter cannon El 100 or shorter but armor-piercing, and frontal inclined armor of at least 250 millimeters and heavy "Royal Tiger" with a 105 mm El100 caliber gun, with a frontal armor of at least 300 ... Moreover, the weight of the first tank is not more than fifty tons, and the second is 65.
  Friedrich snorted contemptuously, like a lion in front of a gopher:
  - Isn't something like this real? Especially considering that you have become much easier with scarce materials, and Allied bombers do not devastate the lands of the Third Reich!
  Eugenia answered with a sigh:
  - In principle, it is possible, but we did not have time, or rather we do not have time to make a prototype in metal in the right time. You somehow gave us your brilliant know-how too late. And Hitler wants the latest tanks to begin entering service with the armies of the Third Reich this year.
  The young ace was surprised:
  - Why does it take so much time to make a prototype?
  The girl nodded.
  - Not a little, especially if the model is fundamentally new ... It's like a folk thing: if you drive, you will fall into a ravine!
  Friedrich thought: of course there are problems here ... For example, Soviet designers suffered for so many years with the creation of the IS-10 tank, or spent two whole years fiddling with the T-54. Moreover, this tank was designed after the war, and having experience in the battles of the Second World War. In addition, it was not a fundamentally new model, but only a further evolution of the T-34. Here, for example, the T-44 was not entirely successful and was practically not used in hostilities ... So you should not expect any special miracles.
  The Tiger tank, given the Germans' lack of experience in creating machines of this type (unless, of course, you count the chassis, for example, there was already a 150-ton Colossal created during the First World War).
  Friedrich remarked:
  - It is necessary to design on the basis of the already created "Panther" -5, or AG. Its undercarriage allows you to carry a gun not only of 88 mm caliber, but even 128, or 150 howitzers ...
  Evgenia giggled.
  But that's exactly what we do! However, Porsche already has its own "Royal Tiger", though with 88-millimeter caliber guns. But maybe, as an intermediate model, this one will do. The initial task of booking 250 millimeters was completed in it, although the weight is rather large - 63 tons. On the other hand, the tower with a very large angle of rational inclination of the armor, elegant and streamlined... It may be possible to win an intermediate competition, but problems will arise in the future. But according to your know-how, it is possible to create a tank that is impenetrable from all sides, destroying any defense. Indeed, for a breakthrough machine, it is very important to have just good side protection, which, unfortunately, the Panther could not boast of for a very long time.
  Friedrich remarked:
  - Maybe, we will not touch the topic of tanks for now ... Or rather, we will finish discussing it. We are old professors or young guys and girls.
  Evgenia agreed:
  - You're right, as always, let's talk about something more secular. For example, about the British royal house.
  Friedrich grimaced.
  - Well, the topic! Yes, the time will come from the Winsors there will be nothing left. Or do you think, having captured Moscow, our tanks will not be able to pulverize the already captured London?
  Evgenia flashed her teeth:
  - Well, of course they can!
  After the ball, a noble dinner followed with sumptuous dishes themselves, but without strong alcoholic drinks. Nothing stronger than six degrees. Well, then Friedrich and Evgenia, as befits a guy and a girl, retired to a separate room.
  Although it is generally accepted that tall blondes do not differ in temperament, Evgenia proved the opposite extremely convincingly for several hours. Well, Frederick, of course, also did not lose face. So they fell asleep, hugging tightly.
  The boy dreamed that he was a Japanese ninja who received an order from the Russian Tsar Nicholas II to kill the mikado, that is, the emperor.
  Friedrich dreamed of climbing the rough walls, clinging to the slightest crack or crevice with his fingers and toes. The boy entered the palace, where a fierce fight began ...
  The young ninja, as usual, chopped, stabbed, blew the heads off the enemies ... The dream was too chaotic, too much blood, cutting, and little meaning. Plus, bare-legged sword-wielding girls jumping all over the place... In short...
  We managed to sleep for three or four hours no more ... Friedrich was awakened by a messenger girl saying:
  - The battle is in full swing! There are no irreplaceable people, except for people like you, Friedrich Bismarck.
  The boy jumped up and without even saying goodbye, hurried to the nearest runway.
  And as it turned out, it was not in vain that he was called ... General of the Army Rokossovsky received an order from Stalin, without waiting for the full concentration of forces, to strike a strike against Rommel's army group. In this case, the calculation was based on the fact that the Germans had not yet had time to deploy their troops for an attack on Voronezh. So there was a chance to perform a low kick along the stretched flank, exhausted by previous battles of the German troops.
  Friedrich was forced to sit on the Focken-Wulf, and not an assault modification, but an ordinary model, with four twenty-millimeter cannons and two machine guns. So, due to excessive haste, the boy found himself without the weapon that had proven itself so effectively to fight tanks. True, he still had ten bombs in the fuselage ...
  The sky was also hot, there were Soviet attack aircraft, and Yaki-9 fighters. However, the latest vehicles, due to poor protection and survivability, were also vulnerable at long range, for 20-mm caliber guns. Friedrich first gave the fighters the horns, which, of course, were ahead of the slower Ilys. Four aircraft guns, that's power... The first two dozen yaks fell apart, even without any cunning approaches to the tail.
  Friedrich did not spin, did not maneuver, he simply slightly shifted the air guns and vibrated the body of his massive machine.
  Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven... Without a miss, for the impudent Yaks, who, while suffering losses, nevertheless do not turn off, but even try to pick up speed... Friedrich was even somewhat surprised why, in Soviet military literature, this glorious Focken machine was so belittled -Wulf. Yes, she performs a full turn in 22 seconds against 19, for the Yaks (and in the lightweight modification, the Yak is even able to do this for 17 seconds!). But Friedrich does not need to maneuver, he simply slows down and flies towards them. In one second, you can actually bring down seven to eight cars.
  Time for Friedrich in a state of combat trance flowed terribly slowly, and he has time to think and defuse his ammunition. In principle, it is generally accepted that even the most skillful ace, including even such phenomena as Rudel, is not able to seriously influence the course of the war. Here in real history, the six best German aces destroyed an entire air army, but the Nazis hopelessly lost the battle for dominance in the atmosphere.
  But in this case, throwing so many yaks in one place against a man is fraught with ... Sixty-one fighters were shot down in less than one minute. Just like that, the wings fall off, or the armored glass of the cabins breaks. The latter is even worse, since in this case the pilot cannot be saved. And there are already few experienced aces left in the Red Army.
  Among the downed vehicles, four belonged to the guards, who shot down more than five planes ... Only again this did not help, because Volka knew where to hit and how ... Like a hunter knocking down a flock of geese from a machine gun. That's it, a flock, in one burst, intuitively, instinctively determining and directing the movements of the barrel, to the desired target, when not a single bullet flies past. Geese, and in this case, Soviet planes are shot down, and where the cockpits are broken, and by stitched pilots, they fly straight for some more time. But some wings are losing ...
  Friedrich remembered here films about well-aimed American cowboys, and the famous film starring DiCaprio - "Fast but Dead!". But in those days, US cowboys did not know automatic machine guns and rapid-fire air guns. Otherwise, they would have realized what a monstrous weapon in terms of the power of destruction.
  The yaks in the near view ended and Friedrich switched to Ila. Here it is best to attack them from above, or from the rear hemisphere. And it would be optimal, too, without reducing the distance.
  Another way is to shoot off the more fragile wings, you can't hang armor on them.
  IL-2 is nicknamed humpbacked. After the second place was installed in it, it became more difficult for a beginner to shoot down a similar car for a beginner, but for the shooter, who protected the rear hemisphere, but ... Of course, the aerodynamics of this aircraft worsened. So, it will be even easier with them ...
  It would have been more logical for Ilam to scatter in different directions, but here's the system ... In short, it began by beating the legendary attack aircraft. However, the nimble "Salamanders" -3 have already arrived in time. They also took up the silt ...
  Friedrich even thought that they could get ahead of him, having met the yaks while still approaching ... Although, who knows ... The Luftwaffe pilots are not brave Russian soldiers, and usually they don"t enter battle outnumbered, but maybe except when there is too serious a threat to the ground forces .
  Friedrich, however, also does not experience problems ... Bay from the cannons into the rear armored hemisphere, or upholster the wings - the result is the same. And how these cars then roll down, they even leave a mark in the air ... Like stripes on the back of a beaten slave.
  Friedrich shot down thirty-seven silts and grabbed two more Pawns. Weaving again, although the previous record of one hundred and one has not been broken. It's just that the enemy has planes left. Now just drop the bombs and come back.
  Soviet tanks were now on the attack, without the support of aviation, and even more so of artillery. Attack aircraft and bombers fell upon them. Fortunately for the Soviet tankers, they could use the driving characteristics of the vehicles. But the number of aircraft of all kinds kept growing.
  Friedrich dropped all his bombs and turned towards the airfield. However, he managed to see the Focken-Wulf-4 Rudel, the famous tank destroyer.
  The young ace returned to his "native" airfield, where the Pegasus-terminator Me-362 was waiting for him.
  Friedrich, having landed the Focken-Wulf, shouted to the neighboring pilot:
  - The one who has the audacity to claim that the F -490 is a bad fighter is a lie. There are no bad planes, only bad pilots.
  The next sortie was reduced exclusively to the fight against tanks. For the time being, the Germans did not have time to bring a powerful fist to meet the armor, and they piled on the planes.
  The valiant Soviet tank crews had already crossed the ragged front line, and attacked the infantry unit, consisting of Arab volunteers.
  The Muslims, contrary to expectations, fought bravely and did not think of running away, but at the same time they acted extremely ineptly. In particular, the American bazooka was used somehow not in a human way, and even more so grenades.
  But the attack of the Soviet units fizzled out. Fascist stormtroopers in particular used numerous small bombs, with shaped charges, an idea copied from Soviet designers, but with more skillful implementation. But the Soviet tankers did not receive an order to hang a net from above.
  And Friedrich just planted air cannons on the roofs. This is the simplest tactic. Punch through the tower hatch and your victory. And how many cars can be dumped like this if you hit from a horizontal plane ...
  And the speed of the tank does not save if the fighter strikes intuitively, without aiming, on a whim ...
  It's like a simulator with tanks, only you have god mode, and every shot is accurate, and you shoot often, often ...
  Here the number of wrecked tanks exceeded fifty, so that Rudel is resting ... But now I had to digress. Appeared from the side "Ears". Six pieces shot down, and let the rest destroy the Salamanders. In general, these corn workers are allowed into battle during the day, pure suicide.
  Tanks are more important...
  Return ... Flight on the Focken-Wulf-4, and next to him is Helga.
  The girl asked him:
  - Well, what did you like Evgeniya?
  Friedrich snorted contemptuously into the radio:
  - What are you jealous of?
  The girl giggled.
  - Of course not! We are free, and not married. Just wondering who is better in bed, me or her!
  Frederick answered with vehemence:
  - Of course you are! You are not so big, and much more nimble!
  Helga laughed merrily.
  - I didn't expect anything else from you! But of course, the best of all ... Fu she is a design rat, and one of the very few women awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross!
  Friedrich remarked:
  - I think oak leaves, you are just around the corner!
  The battle showed that the boy was, perhaps, right. Helga confidently thrashed the tanks. Apparently she wanted to prove that a warrior can be more abruptly than a warrior. Although, of course, she cannot be compared with Friedrich.
  Soon large tank columns of German and American vehicles appeared. Especially nimble and playful American tank destroyers "Witches" -3. This was serious, especially since the Soviet vehicles had already been largely destroyed by air strikes. The Panther-5 also turned out to be problematic ... Its long-barreled rapid-fire cannon and impenetrable frontal armor ... It seems that the shutter speed began to fail, the crews of Soviet tanks. Some, not listening to the commanders, turned back, trying to escape from this technotronic hell.
  And again return and departure, attack on tanks ...
  It was already noon, it was getting dark... The counterattack of the Red Army had run out of steam. He and Helga were redirected to the direction of support, the group of German armies moving towards Ryazan. At the same time, Vatutin"s soldiers in the cauldron were also tried to tighten ...
  To the east, the Germans are still advancing slowly. Here they are hindered by the stamina of the Soviet troops, and the defensive lines of the Steppe Front, even if not as dense as on the outskirts of Moscow.
  However, the Nazi troops got more room for maneuver, and Goth tried to bypass the main defense nodes with such columns. In some places, the advance of the German units accelerated ...
  Friedrich asked Helga:
  Are you tired of the girl of my dreams?
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - A joyful mood drives away fatigue, better than whipping cows! Although fatigue instead of milk comes with bloody pus!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - There is no longer trample on the truth!
  At night, the young one continued to fly, despite the fact that clouds had come into the sky and rain had poured down. According to the German military doctrine, aviation was also used to suppress defenses at the forefront ... And unlike the forty-first year, the Luftwaffe had plenty of aircraft thanks to the help of Pindostan.
  Friedrich was now attacking bunkers, and even smaller targets ... At night, the battle did not subside, and the Soviet troops launched counterattacks. Let them be small, and rather chaotic, but no less valiant for this ...
  At night, except for the U-2 squadron, no air targets were encountered. And they bombed the bunkers ... Slightly.
  By the morning of October 15, 1947, a battle broke out for the town and, at the same time, the railway junction: Elektrostal. It was very hot there and, most importantly, Friedrich was joined by his inseparable friend Helga.
  - Well, what a great knight, we press on the enemies?
  Friedrich replied cheerfully:
  - The bums are pushing at the beer stall, and we are winning. And how do we win...
  The town of Elektrostal itself was decently fortified. In addition to the army units, two fresh divisions of the NKVD also participated in its defense. Although they, in general, were not such an elite military guard as the SS, they were armed with both artillery and light tanks.
  The Nazis, in turn, tried to create their own cauldron ... Bypass the citadel, cover it with ticks ...
  Here, of course, air support plays a significant role, especially if the neck is stretched.
  Helga, as is typical of a girl, assured:
  - Victory will be ours! Get your sleigh ready for summer!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - And not only in summer! We will use heavy tanks and air shells.
  The boy thought that they were back in Mainstein's army, but the most popular Rommel is more famous in the West. Since during the battle the young man acted more in a trance, led by an infernal spirit, then why shouldn't he remember the glorious deeds of this commander. It is all the more pleasant to remember the beaten British than the defeated Russians!
  Rommel, having reached the Marret Line, realized that he was in a Napoleonic "central position" between two enemy armies and could now, inflicting a decisive blow, defeat one of them and only then turn around and face the second.
  Friedrich chuckled to himself: Napoleon, although Leo Tolstoy doubted it, was undoubtedly a great commander and ruler. Especially if you look at achievements. Only he didn't keep them. Hitler for that matter, even worse.... But in principle, you can compare the Fuhrer with Napoleon!
  The talented commander Rommel also understood something else: the Americans and the French moved far east into central Tunisia and held the Eastern Dorsal Gorges at Fonduk, Faid and Gafs, covering the Western Dorsal Gorges 60-70 miles to the west.
  It seemed that if the Italo-German troops had captured Faid and Gafsa and then moved west past Feriana and Kasserine, they could have gone straight to the huge American supply base and their headquarters at Tebesse. In Tebesse, the Italo-German troops found themselves far to the west of the allied line in Tunisia and practically on their very communications. If Rommel then turned his tanks and sent them north to the sea, a hundred miles from this place, the Germans could cut off the entire Allied army in Tunisia or force them to withdraw to Algiers.
  Friedrich"s thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of two Laggs escaping from behind the clouds... These are in consumption... And then well-aimed shots at the guns... Only he can shoot like that... Four more Yaks... and there they are, yes.... And now, at the Katyusha, fire ... So that the fragments fly in all directions ... Another jet launcher ... So Helga is trying from the side. Shouts to him:
  - Hero, let's push harder!
  . CHAPTER 20
  The mission of Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova in the parallel world has not yet ended.
  The Germans were advancing in the direction of the city of Gorky. They took him into a complete encirclement. A boy and a girl were defending this big city.
  Completely surrounded and suffocated Moscow. The Nazis have already broken through to the Kremlin in places. The situation of the capital of the USSR was practically hopeless. The shells of the Moscow garrison were coming to an end. And with the fall of the capital, it would have been another war.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought for the city on the Volga.
  The boy and the girl, as always, are in a fighting mood.
  They fire and sing:
  Pioneers don't give up
  They are not afraid of torture...
  Like eagles they fight
  Sending the Fritz to Hell!
  
  Many of them are heroes
  Lots of crazy kids...
  If you need to go in formation -
  Loading the machine!
  And now a boy who looks about twelve years old, but in fact a hardened veteran, who is already many years old, Oleg Rybachenko gave a turn, having mowed down the Nazis.
  And then how he throws a grenade at the enemy with his bare foot.
  And scatter the Fritz in all directions.
  Then the boy will sing:
  - I am a Russian warrior on the knees of the savages,
  Enemies of Russia, I will sweep off the face of the earth!
  Margarita, this girl-hero, also throws a killer present of death with her bare foot. He will knock out a mass of Nazis, and chirp:
  - For great Rus'!
  And again how to laugh.
  Boy and girl fight heroically. Although the war is almost lost. The Germans have already overlaid Orenburg and squeezed the Red Army everywhere they could.
  More precisely, Orenburg has long been taken. Only one castle still stands there. The Nazis have already surrounded Ufa.
  Moreover, their troops from the south are already approaching Kazan. The situation is more than critical.
  And the situation is aggravated by the fact that samurai are coming from the east and in Central Asia they have already joined with the Germans.
  But the brave children of the fallen fight. They believe in their victory. Or at least they are ready to die with their heads held high. However, how is it death? They are immortal!
  And have been kids for years. And somewhere there are other worlds and missions.
  Oleg gives another shot. Then he throws a grenade with his bare toes and sings:
  - Stalin will be with us forever!
  Margarita squinted the Fritz and squeaked:
  - God forbid! This cannibal to us!
  And the girl in anger threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  Oleg Rybachenko quite logically remarked:
  - We are all cannibals to some extent!
  And the boy threw the present of death with his bare toes.
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - To some extent, yes!
  And she also launched a killer with her bare foot, from which two German cars collided together.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired and thought that the situation in the USSR, perhaps, was already hopeless and there was not much point in waging war. That's why they kill people for nothing.
  The boy threw two grenades with his bare foot. Hit the caterpillar, the German tanks of the "E" series, collided together.
  The Terminator Child sang:
  - When the time comes
  We will fight bravely!
  The rise of the fighters in the morning -
  And fight well!
  The boy, in fact, was ready to smash any army in a couple of minutes.
  Margarita also threw down her bare foot present of death and squeaked:
  - For Great Rus'!
  Children are such brave warriors that no one will trample on them. They are such great fighters.
  The boy and the girl, as always, are wildly excited. And with them courage, honor and courage. They fight against the Nazis like titans. And it is clear that the enemy will not pass, where they stand like a rock. Maybe even something stronger than a rock and a monolith.
  Margarita, firing, said:
  -Let's be world champions
  We are giants of high school!
  And the girl again launches a gift of death with her bare, chiselled foot. And crushed the enemy.
  This girl is so cool, you can"t use anything against her.
  Since there is no reception against scrap. Although, this is not scrap, but something even more lethal and cool.
  Oleg Rybachenko, firing, croaked:
  - I'm not a boy, I'm a super boy and I will be above everyone in the world!
  And again, how he throws a destructive clot of explosives with his bare foot. And again two German tanks collide together.
  The young warrior is set up in a very combative way. But he feels that here you can"t break the butt with a whip. Although there are no hopeless situations, as well as invincible opponents, too.
  The boy remembered how he came up with ditties for the presidential elections in Belarus:
  The sixth time listening to nonsense is not interesting,
  And I don"t understand how much "dad" I believe!
  Paradise promised to build Lukashenka -
  But together with the light, we go into the darkness!
  Yes, it was a challenge to the system and the cult of personality. Indeed, why should a European country tolerate a dictator, as if in the Middle Ages?
  Yes, and Stalin is also a dictator, and in this universe he is gradually lowering the war to defeat ...
  Children-heroes fought for another three days. Meanwhile, the Nazis surrounded Kazan and took Ufa.
  The fighting was already taking place in the Kremlin itself. Four witch girls fought with the Nazis using swords and thin discs for throwing, with bare feet.
  The Kremlin was badly damaged by the shelling of "Sturmlions", "Sturmtigers", bombardments and huge cannons.
  Stalin himself, of course, is still in Sverdlovsk. And the position of the USSR looks almost hopeless. But for the time being, the Red Banner is still hoisting over the capital of Russia, which means that not everything is lost!
  People believe that the turning point is about to come!
  Natasha cuts the Arab in half. He throws a disk with his bare foot and squeaks:
  - Glory to the immortal Fatherland! Hitler can't break us!
  Zoya also cut the fascist with two sabers and chirped:
  - No, do not break us!
  After that, her bare foot threw a murderous disk at the Nazis.
  And a couple of black fighters collapsed from the destroyed wall of the Kremlin.
  Aurora fired further. She shot rarely, but accurately. And then she launched her sabers. And stars and sharp thin swastikas flew from her bare toes.
  And here Svetlana will throw a sharp disc with her bare foot, and cut open the Fritz. Then he sings:
  - Kolovrat, Evpatiy Kolovrat is the defender of the Fatherland, Perun is a soldier!
  Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat! Heroes of Rus' collects alarm!
  Here all four fight. Almost all of Moscow has already been taken, ammunition supplies have come to an end. And Russian boys and girls are dying. But they don't give up. Although how long has the siege lasted.
  The girls on the Kremlin wall are fighting. Like rich people. And despite December, they are barefoot and in one bikini. But they don't feel the cold. On the contrary, their energy only increases.
  And sharp, very flat disks fly off from bare toes. Which are torn apart by foreign troops of the Wehrmacht.
  Warriors fight like heroes of war. And with minimal clothing. Such beauties are not embarrassed either by the huge tanks of the E and AG series, or by other terrible inventions of the Nazis.
  No girl is something that can defeat any form of fascism. Even if it is as perfect as in this world.
  Natasha slashed with a sword, threw a disk with her bare foot, cutting off the Nazis and sang:
  - How nice it is to live in a Soviet country,
  And how beautiful it is to crush the Wehrmacht!
  Zoya, passing the mill with her sabers, remarked:
  - The Wehrmacht has become painfully strong! Here we are defending the Kremlin!
  And the girl threw with her bare toes an asterisk striking the Fritz.
  Then she sang:
  - This is a wild hunt for enemies!
  And then there's Aurora in battle. Well, the girl is red and cool. In the winter wind, her copper-red hair flutters like a battle banner. No, such a girl will not bend before anyone.
  And from the throw of her bare foot, cutting flesh and blood, the sharpest disk flies.
  It cuts the bodies of opponents. And Aurora screams:
  - I'm a super girl!
  And how does Svetlana look in battle?
  This blonde terminator is simply a fiendish fire, and a tornado of annihilation.
  And a deadly surprise flies from her bare foot too. And a girl at full speed in a fight.
  All four in battle. And she should neither retreat nor give up.
  They are four witches - just super! A real quartet of destruction of everything and everyone!
  Warriors hold the defense sector. But the Kremlin is big and it cannot resist everywhere. The forces are very unequal.
  Natasha remarked with annoyance:
  We kill, we don't win!
  And the girl again threw a deadly charge with her bare foot.
  Zoya logically remarked, chopping the enemy:
  - You can't win everything... Unless in a computer game!
  And the golden-haired girl threw the disc of death again.
  Aurora, cutting the opponents with her sabers, chirped:
  - Victory, I believe, will be ours! In the name of Holy Russia!
  And from the throw of her bare feet, a gift of destruction flies.
  And the cut Nazis fall.
  And then Svetlana in battle. Cuts the fascists with his throws. And it acts extremely, or even infinitely dexterously. Her bare feet are so agile. And show a terrible destruction.
  And then the girl sings:
  - Glory to the Fatherland and new worlds!
  And again, from her bare feet, the surprise of death flies.
  And here Natasha is in battle again. And cuts the Fritz, rushing like a comet. And screams at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the greatest Motherland!
  And her swords take off like a lawn mower.
  And the girl even sings:
  - Be glorified Russia as for centuries,
  Our dream will come true!
  And the girl gave a sharp boomerang with her bare heel. And he twisted, and cut off a dozen black and swarthy heads.
  Of course, the girls did not kill the Germans, but the colonial units that were used against them. But the warriors even from this only cooler.
  They are sparkling and frisky.
  Natasha again cuts down the enemies. And she's barefoot, throwing things like that.
  And roar:
  - Stalin and glory!
  And then Zoya. Also how to release a murderous one. And her bare toes spit out the message of death.
  And the warrior how to roar:
  - For such a Motherland as ours, it's not scary to die!
  And then Aurora will also take it and enter the battle. And also with bare feet will launch a boomerang. And reshape the enemies.
  Then, as he sings:
  - For Soviet Rus'! What will rule over the universe!
  And then in the battle Svetlana. Also a girl who can not be stopped and not slowed down. Here's how she beats. It's just that I can't save from such a warrior!
  And with bare feet she throws deadly parcels. And she kills her enemies without mercy.
  Although then Yarile can pray for them. Or maybe Perun. It is hard for sinners after death, the kingdom of Chernobog awaits them! But it"s even interesting in its own way - wars go on all the time! And so many fights! So maybe it's not worth it to mourn the fate of sinners too bitterly?
  Svetlana even felt a little funny: you won"t envy Christians - they will be deprived of many joys in eternity. Even what they had on planet Earth.
  Ah, poor sinners! And even more unfortunate righteous!
  And the girl again throws the present of death with her chiseled, bare foot. Then he says:
  - The world will be ours! Glory to Russia!
  Natasha drew a triple butterfly with her swords and chirped:
  - May there be eternal glory of great Russia!
  And her bare feet seem to throw out the murderous and unique. After that, the girl's bare heel hit the forehead of a black man, and knocked him off the wall, and five more Arabs.
  Next in the fight is Zoya. There's nothing to stop her. She fights with the Nazi hordes. And spends a triple mill. The fighters cut by her fall.
  Then the girl says:
  - Eternal Rus', will be with Svarog!
  And winks at his partners.
  Next in the battle is Aurora. She swept like a panther. She cut everyone. And with bare feet she launched a gift of death. She cut down a lot of fascists and sang:
  - For the highest form of the Fatherland!
  And then in the battle and Svetlana. How she cuts enemies. And it works very well.
  After that, a gift of death flies from her bare foot. And he cuts the Nazis thoroughly, like a barber's razor hair.
  And the girl screams:
  - My age and my truth! Glory to Great Russia!
  Yes, this four fights truly heroically. But four barefoot and almost naked beauties cannot win the Second World War. And so Moscow fell.
  The girls broke through from the captured capital, using both their swords and the cloak of invisibility.
  In general, they are capable of a lot. Girls of the highest initiative, that they cannot be found taller and more beautiful.
  And Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova left the captured city of Gorky.
  The Nazis, alas, succeeded almost everywhere.
  The boy and girl left, and threw needles on the go with their bare feet, exterminating the Fritz.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - No, the vigilant will not fade,
  The gaze of a falcon, eagle ...
  The voice of the people is sonorous -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up -
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine
  The way, illuminating communism!
  Margarita threw a few needles with the fingers of her bare feet and confirmed:
  - No, it won't fade!
  And she fired a burst from a machine gun, scything down two dozen fascists.
  Such are the children. Tough, unshakable. Although really, this is not that kind of war. And they have to run away.
  Moscow fell, the city of Gorky fell. The Nazis are storming Kazan. This is the last Soviet city on the Volga. The resistance is heroic, but more and more, and more of a sense of hopelessness.
  The Nazis got more advanced pyramidal tanks from the AG series, which no Soviet weapon can penetrate. And this, I must say, is very bad.
  Only when the bare feet of the boy and the girls throw grenades at the caterpillars do the German monsters collide. But what can just one couple do when almost the whole world has come out against the USSR!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare foot, pushed the AG-50 and AG-75 with their foreheads, after which he said:
  - If the fortress is on the way,
  The enemy built...
  It is necessary to bypass from the rear -
  Take her without a shot!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Cheating war is a big deal! Especially if the forces are unequal!
  Oleg Rybachenko remarked:
  - And I played the Entente strategy. With equal weapons, he destroyed one hundred and fourteen million enemy soldiers, and he himself lost only zero. So, due to tactics, you can actually fight against the whole world!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Quite possible! And fight and win!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw the needles with his bare fingers. He killed three dozen fascists and said:
  - We will win in the name of Holy Russia!
  The boy and the girl continued their run ... Alas, the forces are really too unequal.
  Kazan was destroyed by all kinds of weapons. Stalin ordered her to be held to the last drop of blood. But in reality, the fighting spirit of the Red Army after the fall of Moscow was too broken. Everyone wanted to die less and less. Yes, and the Nazis are too superior in numbers and weapons.
  And their jet aircraft are bombing all the cities and villages that the Nazis have not yet managed to occupy.
  Before Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova reached Kazan, this city fell.
  Ufa was also taken. So, despite the harsh winter, the Nazis were moving towards Sverdlovsk.
  Stalin's headquarters was located there. And from the east climbed the samurai. The Japanese are strong too.
  Their warriors are especially dangerous - ninja girls. Despite the Siberian winter, they rush through the snow barefoot, and they themselves are in the same swimsuits. It's scary to even imagine such warriors. Although they are very beautiful.
  Here is one of them with blue hair, another with yellow, a third with red, a fourth with white.
  Such are the most beautiful killers. They work with one sword, and throw thin discs or chakras at the infantry. And ninja explosives are thrown against the tanks - they are only the size of a pea, but the heaviest Soviet tanks fly high up and tear them apart.
  Even the formidable IS-7, ninja girls are not a hindrance. They are warriors of such a high order that even the guards are powerless against them.
  Here is a ninja girl with blue hair, threw a pea and three Soviet tanks at once with her bare toes, flew high up, and exploded into parts.
  And then there is a girl with yellow hair and a bare foot tossing a pea. And again, Soviet cars fly in different directions, and shatter into cakes. Let's just say warriors like this here - even the bravest knight will be shy in front of them.
  But in battle, and a ninja girl with red hair. Just like throwing a killer pea with bare feet. And from her hit, the armor of the huge IS-12 burst.
  This is the terminator girl.
  And then a ninja girl with white hair. The same way he will take it, and with all his might he will thrust his swords into the fighters of the Red Army. Chop them up and sing:
  - I'm not a pathetic insect, ninja, but not a turtle!
  And again in battle, all four killer girls.
  The Red Army is losing the war on all fronts. But still trying to fight.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova wander through the winter snow. They are poor barefoot children. For immortal bodies, frost is not so terrible. To get sick or something to catch a cold, these supermen cannot freeze. But all the same, when you approach the Urals, the frost is unpleasant, and bites the bare heels of children.
  Oleg sadly remarked:
  - You don't know what is worse - cold and hunger, or the realization that your sacred homeland is losing!
  Margarita quite logically remarked:
  - For us, cold and hunger are nothing ... But the fact that we lost to the Nazis is actually bad!
  Oleg agreed with this:
  - It doesn't get any worse! In general, why does the Third Reich generally succeed more in parallel universes than in ours?
  Margarita made a logical assumption:
  - Because the Nazis are very strong and organized. And we have been lucky many times. Especially with Stalingrad!
  Oleg Rybachenko kicked a snowball with his bare foot and remarked:
  - Yes, we were very lucky with Stalingrad! The Fritz themselves foolishly climbed into the trap!
  Marguerite cooed:
  - Trying not to get into trouble,
  In order not to get confused and not get lost ...
  It would be necessary to collect a penny for a penny,
  Or rather be born again!
  Children along the way, attacked a detachment of Nazis. Killed more than a hundred soldiers. One was left in captivity. Margarita forced the young man to kiss their very elastic soles, red from the cold. He did it meekly. And he said that the Germans were already approaching Sverdlovsk and surrounding it.
  Oleg remarked:
  - It's strange that you and I Margot are faster, but something moves like ordinary people or even slower!
  Margaret agreed:
  - Caught in a wave of defeat! Apparently in this universe everything is against the USSR. Even nature and space!
  Oleg then suggested:
  - And if it is trivial for us to kill Hitler?
  Margarita shook her head negatively.
  - The hyper-witch did not give us such an order! So let's do without self-activity. Besides, what does it give?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered confidently:
  - A lot! Moreover, the Fuhrer, this is the Fuhrer in Africa!
  Margaret suggested:
  - Let's fight at the front for now, and then, at Hitler's expense, we'll see! As they say - hurry up slowly!
  Oleg sang:
  - Speed is good, do not break the chisel ... The man is not a woodpecker, and hastily went crazy!
  The boy and girl ran with all their urine. And managed to rush to Sverdlovsk. And they began to defend the city stormed by the Nazis.
  Attack followed one after another.
  The children were barefoot. Margarita is in a tunic, and Oleg Rybachenko is a boy in shorts. But they fought like the most real and unbending heroes.
  Oleg threw a needle with his bare toes, pierced the Fritz in the throat and chirped:
  We won't give up an inch of land!
  Margarita threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - Not a drop, not a span, not a centimeter!
  Boy and girl fought in the cold. And with them were other pioneers. And also many are barefoot despite the wild cold. And if immortal children are not afraid of wild frost, in any case, they can"t hurt, then it"s quite dangerous for ordinary children.
  Here is a barefoot pioneer whose fingers were blue from the cold, had a cold in his teeth, and his jaw was swollen. The boy is in a lot of pain. But despite this, he furiously takes a bunch of grenades, and throws it under the Nazi tank, and he himself falls pierced by a machine-gun burst.
  This is a brave boy...
  Or a girl, whose bare feet blaze like scarlet poppies, pushes a mine under the caterpillars of German mastodons. She herself dies, crying:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  It is very painful to be barefoot in winter, in Siberia, when you are not protected by immortal flesh.
  Even Oleg and Margarita in severe frosts are not so pleased to be half-naked. But they smile and sing, wanting to cheer up the guys:
  - Eh, frost, frost, don't freeze me,
  don't freeze me! My horse! My horse!
  White-maned!
  The boys and girls, shaking their red and blue legs from the bitter cold, sang:
  The snow won't stop us! The frost will not defeat us! We are the pioneers of the Fritz! The fascist will be beaten hard!
  The kids are fighting well! But painfully unequal forces. Stalin fled from the encircled Sverdlovsk to Novosibirsk. However, the Japanese are already approaching this city from the east. They are not even afraid of the frost of Siberia.
  Yes, the war is coming to an end.
  But the pioneers do not give up. And even in difficult times, children sing bravely;
  We are the pioneers of the children of communism -
  A fire, a tent and a ringing bugle!
  Invasion of damned fascism -
  Who awaits a furious rout!
  
  What have we lost in these battles?
  And then in battles with the enemy acquired?
  We used to be just children of the world -
  And now the warriors of the native land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  Dropped bombs without counting the waterfall!
  We are the Fatherland even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has come!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although they themselves are small in stature!
  But the sword in the hands of a fragile teenager -
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush avalanche after avalanche,
  And we divide the rifle into three!
  Let the police meanly aim at the back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What we decided? do the work of the world
  And for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  Calmness is already disgusting.
  There is also violence!
  
  With the girl we run barefoot together -
  Even though it snowed, a snowdrift burns like coal!
  But have no fear, know the children -
  The fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin with a bullet!
  
  Here they put the vile Fritz company,
  And the rest of the cowards are on the run!
  We crush infantry like a scythe in battle -
  We are not a hindrance to young summers!
  
  Victory achievement, will be in May,
  Now the blizzard is prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  In rags, children met the heyday!
  
  Where do these powers come from?
  Endure pain and cold, that need!
  When a friend measured the bottom of the grave,
  When a friend groans - I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland is given to you by God!
  This is the first faith of all,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  And they die with smiles on their lips. Children do not know weakness... Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought for a whole week. But Sverdlovsk fell. Part of the garrison surrendered - feeling a hopeless situation. Only the pioneers refused to capitulate.
  And a handful of brave, barefoot guys went on a desperate breakthrough. They ran through the snowdrifts, literally blue from the terrible cold. And they died under machine guns and cannons.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita also got pretty scratched, but still escaped from Sverdlovsk. Then we moved to Novosibirsk. Frost, winter, long nights.
  The boy and the girl run to themselves, they are sad and very angry.
  Margaret remarked:
  - The hyperwitch could help this world! And then the Nazis win! This is truly universal injustice!
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped higher, twisted in a sevenfold somersault, and remarked quite logically:
  - In general, there is little justice in the world! For example, why do old people suffer? And, almost without exception! And when a person is young, he smokes and drinks, and even makes things worse, and he is healthy! Where is the justice that old people suffer?
  Margarita readily agreed with this:
  - There is no justice in the universe!
  Oleg Rybachenko asked somewhat naively:
  - And where is God looking?
  Margarita, this barefoot girl in a holey tunic, suggested:
  - Probably, we ourselves must become like gods, so that justice reigns in the world! This is the wisdom of the Creator!
  Oleg Rybachenko confidently confirmed:
  - I believe that we will resurrect the dead!
  Terminator Girl confirmed:
  - Yes, I believe in it, of course!
  The children ran to Novosibirsk and took part in the defense of this city.
  They fought in almost the last major city under the control of the Red Army.
  Stalin had already negotiated with Hitler, agreeing to surrender if his personal safety was guaranteed. The Fuhrer was ready for this, especially if the partisans calmed down.
  The Japanese had already stormed Novosibirsk from the east. So there was practically no chance of escape. The USSR was dying.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fired at the Nazis, threw grenades with their bare feet. And they were still hoping for something.
  Next to them were the pioneers. In severe frost in Siberia, all the children were barefoot and in summer pioneer uniforms with ties. They died like heroes.
  Their feet were red like geese's feet, and their toes turned blue.
  But the pioneers did not give up.
  They will succumb to fascism!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare boyish foot. He pushed three German tanks at once with his foreheads and whispered:
  - I believe in victory!
  Margarita also threw a killer present with her bare fingers and chirped:
  - I also believed, and I will believe to the end!
  And they fought for the last, Soviet city with the fury of despair. And yet they were not going to bend.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in order to cheer up the almost deadly frozen pioneer children, sang with great enthusiasm;
  I am a young warrior of Mother Russia,
  Powerful countries, Motherlands of all countries...
  There is no homeland in the universe, know it is more beautiful,
  Under the mountain, Stalin tied a tie!
  Being a pioneer is a joy and a calling,
  After all, it means you are a servant of the country.
  And you can multiply the universe -
  Destroying the machinations of hell-Satan.
  When summer came in forty-one
  The June thunderstorm rumbles for us...
  We do not want the region to become poor,
  For happiness, believe - the Fatherland is created!
  With a girl, we are waiting for the Nazis in ambush,
  We got a machine gun before that.
  And to Hitler's insane annoyance,
  Our detachment successfully beats the Nazis!
  Girlfriends bare feet coarsened,
  The snow is already prickling under the bare sole.
  From the cold and ruin turned blue,
  But the holy fire warms our soul!
  We beat without knowing the measures of adversaries,
  We do not give rest day and night!
  They fly to the echelons in a swarm of grenades,
  And officers with a sniper rifle.
  Nowhere can the fascists find support,
  Our pioneer, valiant detachment...
  Capable, if you need to cut mountains,
  Here are Hitler's tanks burning like candles.
  The people in a fit of fury rallied -
  For justice, courage and honor.
  And there is no reef in the sea of storms -
  Which would make us sit down!
  We entered Berlin, we are joining the Komsomol,
  From stomping barefoot with girls the whole world!
  We inhale victory honey in heavenly May,
  Now it has become eternal, our bright success!
  
  
  
  
  . ALEXANDER III LIVED SIXTY-EIGHT YEARS
  The king strengthened the empire economically as well. There were no riots and no revolution, so the economy was in constant growth. And Russia by the First World War and the population had more due to lower mortality and annexation of the northern regions of China and Korea. And the army was bigger. And the first light tanks in the series appeared, and many aircraft of different brands.
  Alas, Alexander III did not live to triumph in the First World War, but Nicholas II already got it.
  The new king had a solid throne, another wife, a great heir, two hundred and eighty million people, and two and a half million soldiers in peacetime states.
  So you can fight boldly and skillfully! In addition, the Russians also have tanks with light machine guns, but they have just appeared and heavy. It was developed by the son of Mendeleev.
  So do not stop the royal army!
  Nicholas II went to war with the Germans and Austrians... Russian troops captured Galicia, Bukovina, and inflicted a series of defeats on the Austrians. At first they were beaten in East Prussia, but then they took revenge and cut off Koenigsberg. The allies pushed the Germans away from Paris... Russian troops took Krakow, and having a numerical superiority, despite the winter, continued the offensive, approaching Budapest. Germany offered, seeing that it smelled like a defeat for peace on moderate terms.
  The Germans agreed to give Russia Klaipeda, and part of the land in Poland, as well as pay an indemnity. France was given back part of the territory previously captured under Bismarck, and a bit of Denmark.
  Austria-Hungary ceded Galicia, part of Bukovina and Krakow. But the empire did not collapse. Russia regained the lands of the Slavs, everything that was once part of Kievan Rus, and expanded the kingdom of Poland.
  Türkiye and Japan did not have time to enter the war, as did Italy. That is, the First World War, in fact, did not exist. So little hassle. Nicholas II strengthened his authority and then ruled peacefully for quite some time.
  Russia, however, conducted a war in Afghanistan - finally dividing it with the British. Then Iran was divided with Britain.
  Russia thus expanded its possessions. But the economic crisis and the Great Depression of 1929 came ... In 1931, Japan, in alliance with Turkey, began a war against tsarist Russia. But in reality it was suicide. The tsarist fleet in the Pacific under the command of Kolchak defeated the Japanese. And the land army was generally many times stronger.
  The same can be said about the Turks. They climbed clearly not against that enemy.
  Tsarist Russia was able to land troops and capture Japan. And then Russian troops finally occupied Turkey. Thus ended the era of the Ottoman Empire.
  And Tsar Nicholas II increased his glory and the power of Russia. This glorious emperor ruled until 1936 and also died at sixty-eight.
  He was succeeded by Alexei II. In general, a completely healthy man of thirty-two years old. His mother was different, so Alexander the Third did not allow a fatal marriage.
  Alexei II completed the conquest of Saudi Arabia by dividing it with Britain.
  Wilhelm II ruled on the throne in Germany until 1941. This monarch has been in power for fifty-one years! Pretty long!
  But here on the throne is his son Ferdinand. Doesn't smell like Hitler. Other story.
  As long as there is peace. All colonies were divided. Mussolini conquered Ethiopia.
  There is nothing more to share ... Britain, however, is going through hard times. And is in an economic crisis.
  And so Ferdinand proposed to Alexei II to divide the colonial possessions of France and Britain. Like, in fact, how much you can look at these lands.
  Thus Mussolini, Ferdinand and Alexei II forged their pact.
  But of course, even by this time Russia had already managed to conquer almost all of China and become stronger than everyone many times over in the economy, in the military sphere, and in population.
  Tsar Alexei approved, in general, such a proposal and decided that together they would begin.
  Ferdinand was no longer young. And he was careful.
  However, on May 15, 1945, the war began. The Germans moved again
  Against Belgium...
  And the tsarist army went through the British colonies and rushed through Egypt.
  Russia had ten million soldiers and five hundred divisions, and confidently
  Won. It seemed that no one could stop her.
  In two months, the tsarist army captured India, southern Iran, the possessions of the British in Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Sudan, most of Indochina.
  But the Germans were only able to occupy Belgium, and on the outskirts of Paris they were stopped. The Netherlands also entered the war.
  Tsarist Russia for another two months seized the possessions of Britain in Asia, and finished off Indonesia. Then she landed in Australia, moved through Africa.
  The Germans tried to take Paris, but their assault was repulsed. However, the war was lost. Italy also grabbed the African possessions of Britain and France.
  Only in the fifth month did the tsarist troops begin to arrive in Europe. So far, the battles were in full swing in Africa and Australia, but already finishing off. Austria-Hungary, greatly weakened by the loss of land, also entered the war on the side of the coalition.
  The Germans were able to capture Holland. And they improved their position.
  For another two months, tsarist Russia completed the capture of Australia and Africa. And only at the end of November, just in the cold, a new offensive of the German-Russian troops began, bypassing Paris.
  In this case, the forces were already too unequal. The French-English troops were defeated. And Paris is surrounded.
  And in the new year, the garrison capitulated ... Then the tsarist and German troops captured all of France in three weeks. Then the bombing of Britain began ... And all the colonies were captured by the coalition.
  Britain in May 1946 already, being bled and knocked out by bombs
  Capitulated.
  Thus ended another great war. Russia took almost all the colonies. Germany received relatively little, Italy grabbed something, Austria-Hungary got a symbolic piece.
  Despite the fact that the Germans expected large colonies, and only Morocco received much less in its entirety, Germany included in its composition: Belgium, Holland, and France to Port de Calais.
  In addition, tsarist Russia returned the German to Namibia and what they previously owned.
  In short, we somehow figured out and reconciled ...
  Peace has come ... In 1953, Russia had an atomic bomb, and a year later, Germany. The US received nuclear weapons in 1960.
  Thus, the balance of fear was created.
  And in 1955, the first Russian cosmonaut flew into space, flying around the ball. And in 1961, the Russians set foot on the moon.
  And in 1983 to Mars! The Americans flew to the moon in 1971, and the Germans in 1984. Austria-Hungary and Germany merged into one state. Sweden and Norway became part of Russia with autonomy and self-government.
  Other countries gradually lost their independence.
  In 1987, Russian cosmonauts flew to Venus up the mountain. In 1992 on Mercury. And in 1999, Pluto.
  The solar system has been mastered.
  There were three nuclear empires: Great Germany, the USA and Great Russia.
  Alexei II also died at the age of sixty-eight in 1972. He was succeeded by his son Alexander the fourth. This king was forty-one years old at the time of his ascension to the throne. Oddly enough, but Alexander the fourth also passed sixty-eight years and died in 1999. And his son Vladimir III ascended the throne. In 2013, four hundred years of the Romanov dynasty were celebrated.
  So far, Russia stands firmly on its feet. But in the world there is still Germany and the United States its competitors. The tsarist empire, together with the colonies, includes a little more than half of the world's territory and more than two-thirds of the world's population. Russia is strong, but not the only one yet.
  Rules Russia, Vladimir the third in 2019 he turned sixty-seven years old. Many wonder - will he live, like the previous kings, for sixty-eight years, or will he interrupt these strange coincidences ?!
  In the meantime, Russia is developing anti-nuclear weapons. It is clear that there will be no nuclear weapons, and Russia will completely cope with Germany and the United States. It has more population and more soldiers. And the quality of weapons is better!
  But while there are nuclear weapons, and not all of them have yet been conquered. But they are developing anti-nuclear weapons very actively, so there are certain chances of winning.
  
  THE FALL OF GIBRALTAR
  The Spanish dictator Franco, in contrast to the real story, agreed to the German troops to attack the English fortress of Gibraltar. In exchange, Spain received some British and French lands in Africa.
  The assault under the command of Mainstein took place at night from November 25, 1940 to 26. As it turned out, the British were not quite ready for such a military move, and the Nazis managed to capture such a powerful fortress from a swoop.
  Its fall had a significant impact on the course of the war. The Wehrmacht was able to transfer forces over the shortest distance to Africa, and the British were blocked from entering the Mediterranean Sea from the East.
  The German command sent several divisions to equatorial Africa. In addition, Rommel's corps was transferred to Libya, a few months earlier than reality.
  The British, in turn, abandoned the offensive against the Italians in Ethiopia and began to strengthen their positions in Egypt. However, Rommel managed to get ahead of them, and as a result of a preemptive strike, he defeated the colonial troops, capturing Alexandria and Cairo. The position of Britain in Africa became more complicated. The Germans had already reached the Suez Canal and threatened to advance further into the Middle East. In addition, it became possible to move towards the Sudan.
  True, the affairs of the Italians in Greece were not very successful, but the approach of additional forces from Germany saved the situation.
  Hitler had a dilemma: to attack the USSR or finish off Britain? The successes of the Wehrmacht in Africa prompted the second decision - to untie their hands in the West. Although the military preparations of the USSR inspired fear in the Fuhrer.
  The Red Army was getting stronger, but the Germans were not sitting idly by either. The production of tanks in 1941 doubled compared to 1940, and aviation increased by almost two and a half times.
  The Nazis carried out the bombing and landing on Malta. Then Rommel broke through the defenses at the Suez Canal and entered Iraq, which had rebelled against British rule. The Germans relatively easily conquered both Kuwait and the entire Middle East. Stalin, on the other hand, adhered to a waiting tactic. But Churchill stubbornly continued the war. The Wehrmacht, having reached Iran, turned to South Africa.
  The year 1941 was drawing to a close. The release of submarines increased, and Britain was losing its colonies. The US has been passive. But Japan could not sit idly by and attacked Peru Harbor on December 7th. A new war has begun in the Pacific. And Hitler had to again abandon plans for an attack on the USSR.
  It is necessary to help the Japanese, to seize Iran and India, as well as South Africa. And most importantly Britain itself. Moreover, American bombers are not a toy. They can cause the Third Reich a lot of trouble. And it is most convenient to deliver bombing strikes from the territory of Britain.
  So the Fuhrer was forced in 1942 to abandon the idea of invading the east.
  There was a risk that Stalin himself would open the front, but... One must know Stalin's character. He is very reserved in foreign policy. The war with Finland made the Red Dictator even more cautious.
  While the USSR is building up strength. The number of aviation on January 1, 1942 reached thirty-two thousand vehicles, and tanks, more than twenty-five thousand, plus another three thousand tankettes. In total, Stalin planned to complete the recruitment of 20 mechanized corps, with a total number of tanks of 32 thousand vehicles, of which the latest KV of various brands and T-34, 16.5 thousand. Plus, the development of the T-50 tanks was still going on, although the car turned out to be light.
  The Germans, having encountered the Matilda and some cruiser tanks, and having information that the British were developing heavy tanks, also began to make their own mastodons. First of all, the "Tiger" with an 88-millimeter cannon, and armor with an impenetrable gun of 75-millimeters with a long barrel.
  Information about Soviet tank building was also available. The KV-2 tank marched at the May Day parade on Red Square, and the thirty-four had some data.
  In any case, when Speer headed the imperial ministry of armaments and ammunition, developments in technology went faster. Hitler wanted to have the best tanks in the world, and heavier ones. But while Germany was clearly inferior to the USSR. And the number of cars and their quality. In August 1941, the production of the KV-3 tank began. The car turned out to be quite heavy at 68 tons, but armed with a 107 mm cannon with an initial projectile speed of 800 meters per second. This provided her with an advantage over the "Tiger", which, by the way, had not yet been launched into the series.
  Even more powerful was the KV-5 with a weight of 125 tons and two guns. True, such a heavy machine created more problems for the Soviet army than good. And in 1942, the KV-4 version weighing 107 tons was adopted. The USSR could rightly be proud of its heaviest tanks in the world, and even the most powerful.
  But on the other hand, Germany has developed quite well in aviation. Yu-188, having gone into series, developed a speed comparable to fighters. DO-217 also looked decent. Jet aircraft were also actively developed. Since Britain was the main target, the jet bombers were given much more attention than in real history.
  The Germans actively used slave labor. Imported from Africa a huge number of blacks. The black workers were obedient, hardy, but unskilled. They were used for auxiliary work.
  But by controlling Europe, the Germans could recruit enough numbers and skilled labor.
  Speer even managed to persuade Hitler, not yet conducting a program to exterminate the Jews, but to use them in the production of aircraft and equipment.
  The bet was placed on an air offensive against Britain and a massive submarine war.
  However, America's entry into the conflict added a headache to the Fritz, and forced a sharp increase in the number of wolf packs.
  Germany was forced belatedly to spin up the production of bombers and strategic aircraft. First of all Yu-288 and Yu-488 - with four engines. But their development and bringing to mind took time. ME-109 modification "F" as a whole was a worthy opponent for British cars. But the development of the ME-209 failed, as did the ME-210.
  The XE-177 dive bomber also failed. But Speer played with quantity. In addition, the Focke-Wulf became the most powerful fighter in terms of armament, compensating for some of the weaknesses of the ME-109. Yes, and the flight school of the Germans turned out to be better than English, and even more so American. In May 1942, the Nazis captured South Africa. And an American squadron arrived in Madagascar. The battle of Midway turned out to be lost by the Americans: so the captain of the third rank, who played a decisive role in this battle, ended up, ironically, in Madagascar. The United States wanted to maintain a base in Africa and not let the Nazis relax. But this significantly worsened their position in the Pacific Ocean.
  True, the Japanese did not act quite up to par. The battle for the Hawaiian archipelago dragged on.
  The Nazis gained control of Africa, and huge reserves of strategic raw materials, and also captured India and Iran. The resources under the control of the Third Reich are huge, but they still need to be digested.
  The air battle for Britain is not so straightforward. Constantly increasing the production of aircraft, the Germans put pressure, but there was no total dominance. The lack of power of strategic aviation, and the help of the United States, and even then there are not enough submarines, affected. And the miracle torpedo with which so many hopes were associated let us down.
  The Fuhrer did not dare to land in Britain in 1942. The bet was made on strengthening the sea power and the submarine fleet. At the same time, aircraft carriers and battleships were built. There was enough production capacity, but everything took time.
  Class A ballistic missiles also required fine-tuning. But the FAU-1 robotic shells began to be mass-produced. Relatively cheap cars, using simple fuel, had the undoubted advantage that they did not need pilots.
  Hitler, having gained access to unlimited natural resources and labor reserves, wanted to save the lives of German pilots. V-1 as easy to manufacture and unmanned seemed the best solution. And thousands of such robotic shells have fallen since the autumn of 1942 on London.
  At the same time, the Germans accelerated the development of the Arado jet bomber and ballistic missiles.
  Stalin continued to wait and accumulate strength. In 1942, the USSR produced five and a half thousand new tanks KV and T-34, and about a thousand old brands, about five hundred new light T-50 and T-60 and two hundred amphibious. The aircraft fleet has also increased - about fifteen thousand new and old aircraft entered service. Even there was a shortage of pilots. The production of Katyushas increased slowly.
  Nazi Germany produced more than thirty thousand aircraft, but suffered significant losses in battles. The Germans produced about six and a half thousand tanks. Most of all, the T-3 and a new modification of the T-4 with a long-barreled 75-mm gun. The newest "Tigers" produced a little more than a hundred, and the "Panthers" are still only in prototypes.
  But the MP-44 assault rifle designed by Schmeister began to enter the series. Unlike the real story, the machine did not have to be developed taking into account the shortage of non-ferrous metals. And this accelerated the development of a simpler assault rifle, with alloy steel.
  So in small arms, the Germans began to gain an advantage. But they also needed time for the machine to rearm all the troops.
  But in the submarine fleet, where the release has reached forty or fifty submarines per month, the Germans really have no equal.
  There were even very high-speed submarines on hydrogen peroxide. Accelerated work in the nuclear program. Fortunately, there are a lot of resources. And even the mistake of German physicists that graphite is not suitable as a moderator did not turn out to be catastrophic. Several factories for the production of heavy water have been built, including in Africa.
  So it"s not by washing, it"s by rolling, but the Nazis" nuclear reactor started working in December 1942. Even a little earlier than the Americans. After the defeats in the Pacific, they began serious disassembly. And funding for the nuclear program has been drastically cut.
  The beginning of 1943 was marked by Hitler's declaration of Total War and the introduction of universal labor service in the occupied territories. The massive V-1 strikes on London did not quite justify themselves. The British learned to partially repel such blows, but the Germans took the number.
  But the submarine war turned out to be truly disastrous for Britain. The production of weapons on the island fell sharply due to a lack of raw materials. The metropolis was on the verge of collapse. In addition, the Nazis captured Madagascar, and the Japanese, together with the Nazis, invaded Australia and relatively quickly achieved its surrender.
  Although Stalin understood the danger of waiting tactics, he remained true to himself, not getting into a fight. Better let the capitalists exterminate themselves to the end. And we will watch...
  But this tactic also had its drawbacks. Using huge resources, the Third Reich was already preparing a war against the USSR. The production of tanks in the Third Reich in 1943 reached an average of 1,200 vehicles per day, plus three hundred and fifty self-propelled guns. Moreover, self-propelled guns are not at all weak. "Ferdinands", "Bumblebees", "Jagdpanther". Considering that the Germans almost did not suffer losses in tanks, their replenishment of the panzvale was already twice as fast as that of the Red Army. And the quantitative gap in technology in favor of the USSR began to shrink.
  In terms of quality, the Fritz got the "Royal Tiger", similar in weight to the KV-3, in terms of penetrating power, the gun was even somewhat superior due to the quality of the projectile and stronger frontal armor. Well, the super-heavy Soviet KV-5 and KV-4 turned out to be very technically unreliable, especially their undercarriage. So the combat use of such monsters was in doubt.
  And Stalin also ordered the creation of a KV-6 with seven guns and two rocket launchers. They made the car. But it turned out to be so heavy and long that you couldn"t carry it on a train or deploy it in battle. The T-34-76 is quite a successful vehicle, but weaker in head-on combat than the Panther or Tiger. And the KV-1 and KV-2 are comparable to the Germans in terms of weight, but they are inferior to the Panthers and Tigers in butting. The German T-4 caught up with the thirty-four in armor and surpassed in armament, visibility and optics, and this at an equal weight, or even less, if we compare heavier modifications.
  In short, the Fritz was pulled up and the quality was up to par. And the appearance of the ME-309 and ME-262 gave an advantage in the quality of aviation. Like the Yu-488, the best four-engine bomber. And behind them are reactive models. Such as Yu-287 and Arado.
  In September 1943, the Nazis finally carried out a successful landing in Britain. After two weeks of fighting - England capitulated. And although Churchill fled to Canada, the outcome of the war in the West seemed a foregone conclusion.
  Roosevelt, having lost his main ally and fearing the growing power of the Third Reich, asked for peace.
  Hitler, after discussions with his entourage, set a condition for the United States: the rejection of the nuclear program and the recognition of all the conquests of Japan and the Third Reich. As well as the withdrawal of troops from Iceland, which the Fritz had already actually overlaid with the submarine fleet. The control of the Land of the Rising Sun over Gaia, where the fighting has not yet stopped. In addition, Hitler demanded material compensation for the Third Reich and Japan for all the destruction and military expenses caused by the United States and Britain.
  Although the terms of the peace were extremely difficult, Roosevelt with great difficulty managed to push through their adoption in Congress and the Senate.
  Stalin's hints that he was not opposed to joining the Axis coalition, and at least ready to retake Alaska, played a big role in US compliance.
  American pragmatism won, which turned out to be higher than enthusiasm and emotions. In addition, the Germans' nuclear program developed faster than the American one, and this was fraught with a catastrophe in the future.
  The first phase of World War II is over. But the Fuhrer now wanted to end the USSR.
  Stalin's unexpected wait-and-see tactics and his devotion to the cause of world peace played a sinister joke. Joseph was opposed by the Third Reich and Japan with all the resources of the Eastern Hemisphere, including Australia, and some bridgeheads in the Western world.
  The Land of the Rising Sun, however, has not yet finished off China, but it could well have opened a second front. Hitler, on the other hand, actively formed colonial troops and foreign legions. At the same time, the production of weapons also increased.
  In the first half of 1944, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the Third Reich reached and exceeded one hundred vehicles a day. Panther-2 in its level bypassed all Soviet cars. A more advanced German tank "Lion" appeared, and soon the "Royal Lion".
  And most importantly, jet aviation has been serially developed. In response, the T-34-85 and IS-1 and IS-2 tanks went into production in the USSR, and no one removed the KV series from production either. The most massive serial tank of the Third Reich for 1944 was the Panther-2, and the USSR T-34-85. Heavier models were produced in significantly - about times, in ten smaller quantities. And the Germans did not want to drive weights much on Soviet roads, and Stalin began to distrust the KV series, and the ISs turned out to be too raw.
  However, the German "Panther" -2 with an 88-mm cannon of 71 L caliber, surpassed the T-34-85 in armor-piercing power of the gun, in frontal armor and a little on the side, and also did not concede in driving performance with an engine of 900 horsepower and weight at 47 tons. Even when the weight of the German tank grew to 50.2 tons, it turned out not to be fatal.
  And the German jet aircraft did not have a worthy opponent at all.
  Hitler decided that it was better not to drag out the rubber, and started the war on June 22, 1944. Throwing on the USSR three hundred and fifty of their own and foreign divisions, and one hundred and twenty divisions of satellites. On the side of the Third Reich were: Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Croatia, Finland, Sweden, Italy, Portugal, Spain, Bulgaria, Argentina, Turkey.
  The Germans also used a huge number of foreigners and hiwis in the Wehrmacht. In total, the Third Reich, in the first echelon alone, threw twelve and a half million soldiers into battle, of which no more than forty percent were Germans by nationality. Satellites added another three million. In total, there are almost sixteen million infantry in the first echelon, about thirty-three thousand tanks, more than fifty-five thousand aircraft, about two hundred and fifty cannons and mortars.
  The USSR, after mobilization, deployed thirteen and a half million soldiers, but part of the forces had to be kept in the Far East and internal districts. In the first echelon there were eight million soldiers, about thirty thousand tanks, almost forty thousand aircraft, and about two hundred thousand guns and mortars.
  Thus, on the side of the Third Reich, there is a double superiority in infantry, and a fivefold superiority in force mobility, with a better machine gun. True, the USSR has a lot of machine guns, almost parity.
  The difference in tanks is not great, but the percentage of obsolete vehicles in the USSR is higher, as well as tanks of earlier releases.
  German jet aviation has no opponent, and the Third Reich propeller-driven aircraft are faster and better armed. True, Soviet vehicles are superior in horizontal maneuverability.
  In artillery and mortars, the balance of forces is closest to equality. Both quantity and quality.
  True, the fleet of the Third Reich is especially underwater, many times stronger than the Soviet one. As is the case with Japan.
  In addition, the Nazis already have class A ballistic missiles in mass production, and the first diskettes took off.
  In general, the Nazis will be stronger, and Stalin quite reasonably prepared, albeit belatedly, defense. But much has not been done. The Stalin Line was not fully restored, and most importantly, the troops were not sufficiently trained to hold the line. Although they were desperately retrained.
  The border line of Molotov, for three years of odds, was generally completed, but it was located too close to the border, and did not have sufficient depth. In addition, Stalin ordered the construction of a third echelon behind the Dnieper, but this was only started after the surrender of the United States.
  True, in addition to the Soviet troops, one can count on parts of the NKVD, whose number was brought up to a million soldiers and the militia. This is about four million people, only in western cities. Although, of course, their combat effectiveness is much worse than that of regular units.
  The Germans, as well as real history, dealt the main blow in the center, cutting the Bialystok ledge and the Lvov fist. The very first days of the fighting showed that the Germans, despite the large number of foreign units, were conducting the offensive more or less smoothly. But the Soviet troops are often lost.
  In addition, the combat capability of the Ukrainian units turned out to be doubtful. Many deserters and surrendered in the very first days of the war.
  It was not possible to contain the enemy in border battles. And then Stalin made a mistake, forbidding the withdrawal of units to the main line and demanding to straighten the front. The error, however, was corrected, but belatedly. The Germans were able to capture Minsk already on June 28, having broken the Stalin line in the center.
  The confusion only intensified. On June 30, the expected entry into the war of Japan and its satellites took place. So, for the time being, we had to forget about the transfer of troops from the Far East.
  The German breakthrough in the center was expanding. There was a huge gap that desperately tried to plug. But the Nazis advanced and on July 16 broke into Smolensk.
  Throwing all available reserves into battle, and putting the militias under arms, Stalin and Zhukov were able to stop the advance of the Fritz in the center. But Hitler turned his troops to the south. The Nazis created a huge cauldron in Kyiv, and captured almost all of Ukraine.
  Blocked Leningrad, invaded the Crimea. The course of hostilities very much looked like 1941, like relentless karma. But the differences were also quite significant. The USSR in 1941 had some free reserves, and now everything was already mobilized. And when the assault took place in October, it turned out that there was almost nothing to hold the defense with.
  By the beginning of November 1944, the Nazis surrounded Moscow, forcing Stalin to flee to Kuibyshev.
  The Nazis, unlike real history, had a significant numerical superiority. They had enough divisions to bypass Moscow from the North and South. But the Soviet units have spread too much on different fronts.
  In reality, in 1941, after mobilizations, Stalin gained an advantage over the Wehrmacht in the number of personnel, and he had four times more aircraft and tanks than the Third Reich had from the very beginning of the war. And in the first five months of the war, more Soviet equipment was produced in real history.
  But now the Nazis are all trump cards, on the side of both the quantity and quality of weapons and personnel. And the Red Army has the same sores as in 1941. Including the unwillingness of Ukrainians, Balts, and many small nations to die for the Soviet system. Mass treason and running across victims of repression, dispossessed and other offended of all stripes. Including the ideological enemies of the Soviet regime.
  And the fact that the Germans also defeated the West only increases the number of traitors.
  Therefore, it is not surprising that Moscow is surrounded, and the Germans have captured the Donbass, Voronezh and are moving towards Stalingrad.
  The winter in 1944, unfortunately, was not as frosty and snowy as in 1941. However, Moscow heroically held out until the end of December 1944. Stalingrad fell in January 1945, and the battles for it were not too long. In February and early March, the Germans and their satellites completely captured the Caucasus and the Baku oil wells.
  Then the offensive went along the Volga. To Saratov, to Kuibyshev, and further to Orenburg and Kazan.
  Stalin fled to Sverdlovsk. Kazan fell in May. In the summer, the Germans and Japanese continued to move into the depths of Russia. The resistance of the Soviet troops fell. On August 5, 1945, Sverdlovsk was taken. And on September 3, 1945, Stalin finally agreed to surrender. In exchange for their own lives and freedom.
  World War II is over. But peace did not last long. Having tested nuclear weapons, Hitler became convinced of their phenomenal destructive power.
  It now appeared that Japan and the United States were still on the path to world domination by the Third Reich. And although the Fuhrer conquered more land than Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Emperor Trojan, and Suleiman the Magnificent combined, he decided to defeat Japan as well.
  Exactly three years after the end of the Second World War, one hundred ballistic, intercontinental missiles with powerful nuclear charges covered the country of the Rising Sun at once.
  And then the offensive of the ground units of the Wehrmacht and the fleet began. The Germans relatively quickly seized Japan's possessions in Asia, and the metropolis itself was razed to the ground with atomic bombs.
  More or less prolonged resistance was provided by the Pacific possessions of the country of the Rising Sun. But by June 1949, it was all over. Now all that remained was to defeat the United States. Moreover, there was a reason. The Americans, contrary to the agreement, nevertheless developed nuclear weapons and conducted their secret test.
  Hitler started the war on January 1, 1950, dropping three hundred nuclear missiles at once on the new year.
  A devastating nuclear strike destroyed one hundred major American cities and killed several tens of millions of people. Added one more of the greatest crimes of Adolf Hitler to the longest list of the most odious atrocities.
  Then came the invasion of Canada, and from the south along with the Latin American dictatorships. The Americans were weakened and shocked, but they fought desperately. They understood that defeat for them meant only slavery and a slow, painful death.
  Therefore, it was the most desperate of all wars. And it lasted for more than a year, forcing the Third Reich to drop about two hundred more nuclear charges, and turn many fertile lands into a radioactive desert.
  But the goal was nevertheless achieved and the last enemy of the Third Reich was defeated. And after that, the process of so-called world globalization began. The German mark became the only world currency. Even formally independent countries were reduced to the level of colonies of the Third Reich, while maintaining only limited local self-government.
  Jews and Gypsies were outlawed: they were sought out and destroyed. The SS carried out massive purges, and raged. A real nightmare has come - the hour of the dragon. Or, more accurately, an era. The Fuhrer was building a real world totalitarian empire with a claim to space expansion.
  In 1959, during the celebration of the Fuhrer's seventieth birthday, an official coronation took place, a worldwide plebiscite - which legitimized the title of super-emperor. And when Adolf Hitler died in 1967, his son inherited his title and power.
  By that time, planet Earth had already founded settlements on the Moon and on Mars with Venus, and was actively preparing for expansion into the outer starry worlds ... The Nazis wanted a universal empire - the construction of the Star Reich, in order to plunge the entire universe into a nightmare.
  
  NEW ADVENTURES OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE FORTY ISLANDS
  Dimka smashed his sword to pieces and, dumbfounded, blinking his eyes, stood on the street. His hands were covered in blood and what was left of the sword was bloody. Sirens sounded. Summer city street. And running cops. Followed by a blow with a baton on the back. Dimka barely audible says:
  - I give up!
  They bring his hands back and snap the handcuffs. The boy feels pain from the metal injected into his wrists. He is being taken to a van - a black crow.
  Dimka feels a mixture of anger and fear. Recalls the past. An island where children fought for their existence with swords. Wooden, but when the boy is seized by rage, they turn into sharply honed steel. Dimka stayed there for more than a couple of months. He fought, fought, was wounded and wounded himself. Even personally killed the traitor. Everything was. And in the end they won.
  It is a pity only the children remained on the destroyed ship. And he managed to escape only with his girl. After such adventures, the prison no longer seemed like a country.
  He hit the bully boy with his sword, and saw him lying, and a pool of blood flowed out.
  Was the blow fatal? So unlucky, Dimka, as if there were not enough adventures on his head before this. And if he killed what? Jail? Will they take him to a dirty, smelly cell with criminals?
  And how far will he sit? He is only fourteen years old. More than ten, according to the law, they have no right to give. Maybe everything will work out!?
  In the courtyard of the ninety-second year. A time when there is so much talk about democracy and freedom, but banditry is gaining momentum.
  The funnel stopped and Dimka was taken out. A handsome, tanned boy with black hair does not look like a bandit, but rather a victim with chained handcuffs.
  Dimka was taken almost immediately to the investigator and the prosecutor.
  They put me in a chair.
  The investigator asked a few routine questions and said with a smirk:
  - The kid wounded by you is dying! So pray to God that he doesn't die!
  Dimka replied with a sigh:
  - I did not want...
  The prosecutor held out a paper:
  - This is a confession. If you sign, you will be released on bail pending trial. And there, given the young age and the lack of drives to the police, you will get it conditionally!
  Dimka looked at the paper and quickly read it, and shook his head in the negative:
  - It says here that the teenager himself attacked the company. And they just attacked me!
  The interrogator had a mousy physiognomy, and thick eyebrows, he gurgled:
  - Sign as we advise you! Otherwise, you'll end up in jail. Now we are literally packed with cases, and you will have to sit before the court for a very long time. And there in the cell there are three rows of bunks on boards, a slop bucket in the corner and fifty nervous, hungry boys like you. Various kinds of criminals. And even if the boy you wounded remains alive, the investigation will last three years, and then another year and a trial! You will spend the best years of your life in hell!
  The prosecutor nodded in agreement and confirmed:
  - A measure of restraint for you or detention, or a written undertaking not to leave and you will be taken away by mom and dad. The choice is yours! And believe me, juvenile colonies are already overcrowded, and they will be happy to give you probation. But if you quarrel with us, then there will certainly be a place!
  Dimka felt that the investigator and the prosecutor were not joking. And in fact, they can rot in prison. Although, on the other hand, it is not a fact that they will be released if he signs. Are there many examples when the cops cheat? But the main thing in Dimka was stubbornness, and obstinacy that clearly manifested itself after staying on the islands of death. And the boy said decisively:
  - No!
  The investigator growled harshly:
  - What is not?
  Dimka said harshly:
  - I won't sign! They attacked me, they wanted to wound me with a chain, and it was self-defense!
  The investigator growled:
  - OK then! In jail it, sit a week wiser!
  The prosecutor nodded, signing:
  - While on two months of detention. But of course you can release earlier!
  The investigator growled:
  - I think the detention will do the boy good!
  Dimka was taken out of the office and taken to prison. The handcuffs jingled, and the only thing the Boy had to do was cross the chain across the road. There he should have been accepted.
  Dimka walked with a chain, chained to two policemen. Felt pretty bad. Prison, cell, evil convicts. Yes, and he got into trouble, refusing to sign a confession. Although, on the other hand, after that you will not unhook.
  Dima was taken to the duty room. Name, surname, patronymic, valuables with you.
  Then shmon. A police officer and two women in white coats took the boy into a room with a mirror and switched on additional lamps. The command followed:
  - Get undressed!
  Dimka sighed - shmon! Just wondering why women? The boy took off his jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, jacket. He was left with only his shorts.
  A young woman in a white coat remarked:
  - He's well built!
  The officer called out:
  - And take off your panties! Alive!
  Dimka, burning with embarrassment, took them off too. Involuntarily he blushed and covered himself. The police officer called out:
  - Quietly! Hands at the seams! Take a closer look - it's a killer!
  A woman in a white coat that looked like a nurse smiled and put on thin, medical gloves cooed:
  - We have not seen such! Relax boy, your aunt will feel you!
  She began examining Dima's body. I walked through the boy's hair that had grown during his stay on the islands. Carefully combed each strand, looking for something hidden. Maybe even money. Then she shone in the ears and nostrils of the boy. She did it carefully, as if hoping to find something.
  Then she ordered to put her head on the opening, and dug her hands into her chin. She put her hand in her mouth. Dimka smelled and tasted rubber with his tongue. The woman felt behind the gums, teeth, behind the cheeks. When she pressed on the root of the tongue, the boy felt an attack of vomiting. Yes, how embarrassing. His hand went all the way to the tonsils, and it became hard to breathe.
  Then, finally, the woman sent it to her and grinned:
  - There is nothing!
  The officer ordered:
  - Continue Olga! Personal search in view of the special danger of the subject must be the most thorough!
  The woman in white began to feel Dimka's chest. She raised her arms and looked under her armpits. And with unexpected force pressed on the navel. Dimka gasped...
  Then the woman stopped and asked:
  - Well, now let him squat!
  The police officer growled:
  - It's not very reliable! Look at his anus too!
  The woman in the white coat shook her head.
  - This requires special permission! Similarly, in order to check the intimate places of the boy!
  The officer commanded languidly:
  - Sit down, little devil...
  Dimka answered with dignity:
  - I'm a boy!
  And it became easy to squat. Sat ten times. After that, the women examined his soles, and passed between his toes.
  After that, Dimka was in the next room. There another kid, in a prison uniform, cut to zero with a typewriter in his hands, said:
  - What's new?
  The police officer replied:
  - Yes, and very greyhound!
  The boy chuckled and remarked:
  - He's not that scary! Well, sit down in the chair and cut your hair!
  Dimka sat down. It's not nice to be naked. And then they cut you bald like a criminal. To top it off, the machine was blunt and it was painful to get a haircut. Thick, black hair fell to the floor. The knocked-down boots of a young convict stomped on them. It seemed that with every strand of hair a particle of the immortal soul was leaving, and you were becoming less and less free. Dima's mood was depressed. Ahead of him was a prison cell, and a meeting with juvenile delinquents.
  However, Dimka was never afraid of his peers. And after hardening the Forty Islands, it"s not scary anymore. If so, he will fight. And the prison?
  What is another test. He is only fourteen years old and has his whole life ahead of him.
  
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