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One Ussr Among Wolves

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  ONE USSR AMONG WOLVES
  The shutdown was caused by a solar flare, which cut off the USA, Britain and its colonies on June 22, 1941. At first, this did not particularly affect the course of the war. The Germans advanced much as in real history. The Fuhrer also turned south, and Japan took a wait-and-see position... And again, the frosty winter saved the Red Army from complete defeat, and allowed it to launch a counteroffensive near Moscow. Meanwhile, Japan captured those possessions in the Pacific Ocean that had previously belonged to Britain and the USA, and which additional forces could not now reach.
  On the Eastern Front, the Germans won a number of victories in the spring and early summer, and began an offensive on Stalingrad again. However, this is where the discrepancies with reality began. The absence of a second front allowed the Germans to transfer more troops from Europe and Libya, leaving only the Italian garrisons there.
  And the offensive began not only on Stalingrad, but also on Tikhvin. And it was now commanded by Rommel, whom the Fuhrer highly valued for the defeat of the British in Libya and the capture of Tolbuk.
  The first Tiger tanks also took part in the battles. Rommel launched an offensive at night and managed to catch the Soviet troops by surprise. The situation was aggravated by the fact that the Germans had an advantage in aviation, so they did not waste their forces fighting the allies.
  Pilot Marcel quickly racked up scores on the Eastern Front. In June 1942, he had already exceeded the number of aircraft shot down by one hundred and fifty and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  But this was only the beginning of his career.
  In the sky, the Red Army really had it harder. And the Germans were able to take Tikhvin, and then several more cities, and cut off Leningrad with a double ring, blocking that city again.
  The Soviet command tried to break through to Leningrad and attack in the center. But there were not enough forces to achieve success in these areas.
  The only consolation was that the fascists were bogged down in Stalingrad, which gave them a chance to gather new reserves.
  But Leningrad remained blockaded. Turkey and Japan had not yet entered the war, and the USSR had a chance to turn the tide of battle. In November 1942, Soviet troops began an offensive near Rzhev and Stalingrad.
  They failed to achieve success near Rzhev. But near Stalingrad the ring was closed. But as it turned out, it was temporary. The Third Reich had much more reserves, and Rommel began an offensive towards Stalingrad from the north, and Mainstein from the south.
  The situation was further aggravated by Japan's unexpected entry into the war. The samurai, despite being constrained by the battle in China, attacked Vladivostok.
  Probably Hirohito was afraid that the Third Reich would lose and entered the war.
  Moreover, Japan had enough resources and infantry for full-scale attacks.
  The Red Army was pinned down, and Rommel managed to break through from the north to Stalingrad. Mainstein was temporarily stopped, but having received additional reinforcements and support from Paulus, he joined forces that had already been unblocked.
  Thus, another ring was created in which the Soviet troops found themselves.
  After intense fighting, most of them were destroyed and captured. After which the Germans completed the capture of Stalingrad. And in March 1943, Turkey entered the war. The situation became even more complicated. In the air, the Germans retained superiority. Marseille exceeded the score of three hundred downed aircraft and became the first German to receive a second Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  In May, the Germans launched a new offensive, using new tanks on a massive scale - the Tiger, Panther and Lion. And they advanced successfully, although the Red Army took up a powerful defense. But the forces were already unequal, since the Soviet troops were fighting on three fronts at once - against the Third Reich, its satellites, Japan and its colonies, and Turkey. The situation was aggravated by the total war declared by the Nazis, which led to an increase in weapons production several times in the absence of bombing by the Allies. So the USSR's chances were rapidly diminishing!
  True, the Fritzes advanced slowly, as they faced a deeply echeloned defense. And the Soviet troops, having experience, fought very bravely. But they still lost.
  However, they fought with great courage, and some soldiers showed the highest class. For example, here is the tank crew of Elizaveta in the most ordinary T-34-76 fighting the Nazis.
  And the Germans are moving slowly towards the Soviet troops, lined up in a wedge or a pig. In front is the heaviest and best protected tank, the "Lion". It resembles the "Panther", only much larger and weighing ninety tons. The frontal armor of the hull is 150 mm and sloped like the T-34, and the sides are 82 mm with slopes. The front of the turret is generally very well protected: 240 mm with slopes, and the sides are also weaker, 82 mm, like the hull. And the gun is powerful, 105 mm, with a large barrel length of 70 EL. Now this is a tank capable of hitting from a distance.
  Elizabeth shifts the gearbox to the highest gear with her bare foot.
  And the T-34 picks up speed. It is useless to shoot at the "Lion" from a distance and it is necessary to get closer. The powerful German machine sends a shell of deadly force. It flies past. The girls in the tank laugh merrily and move their bare feet.
  It's hot in the North Caucasus at the end of May, and the beauties have a lot of fun in bikinis.
  Elena notes with a whistle:
  - Now the fascist will get a good beating in the horns!
  Ekaterina, shaking her bare, tanned foot, agrees:
  - We'll definitely hit him!
  The T-34-76 continues to accelerate, but its off-road speed is limited. The "Lion" barely crawls, and the more agile "Panthers" and "Tigers" slow down to avoid getting ahead.
  But these machines are dangerous too, especially the Panther, which can fire fifteen shots a minute. You can expect a surprise from one like that.
  Euphrasiya, pressing her bare heel on the gas, squeals:
  - We will fight in virtuoso ways!
  The Lev tank's gun has a significant drawback: it fires only five shots per minute. In general, it's not the best model. Its armor-piercing ability is excessive, and it's not necessary to hit from too great a distance. Tigers and Panthers can penetrate from two kilometers, and it's practically impossible to hit the small and mobile T-34 from a greater distance. So was it worth equipping the Lev with such a powerful gun? Other Soviet tanks are even lighter, except for the KV-1S, but this tank has no advantages in protection, and its driving characteristics are even worse.
  Elizabeth spins the body and squeals:
  - I inhale with my chest, the air in a wide wave,
  Sparkling brightly, the starry carpet is endless...
  Feelings play, barefoot girls are alive,
  I want to play in the sky and fly towards the sun forever!
  It is not easy to penetrate the Lev tank, even in the side. The sides of the turret, like the Panther, are sloped, and so are the upper part of the hull sides. These tanks have adopted the typical "cat" shape, which provides better protection due to the slopes. Not like the Tiger, which is almost square. But the Tiger was developed before the war, and its shape resembled the KV. But the Tiger-2, a later development, is also a "cat" shape, and this tank will soon go into production. It is also almost impossible to penetrate the Lev in the side. Only the lower part of the hull does not have sloped armor, but it is covered by rollers. That is, you need to break through close and hit exactly between the rollers.
  So the girls have a difficult task. Especially since the T-34 shakes so much when moving that it is almost impossible to shoot accurately.
  Elizabeth asked her friends:
  - Will we be able to hit the enemy?
  Elena answered confidently:
  - When girls don't have shoes, their bare feet become so sensitive that they are sure to amaze the enemy.
  Elizabeth agreed with this:
  - Yes, the girls" bare heels are the key to victory!
  And so, avoiding defeat, the T-34 slips to the side. The main thing here is to avoid the guns of the Panthers and Tigers. They are rapid-fire and accurate. And you can't penetrate these tanks head-on either.
  Elena shoots at the German using her bare toes. But it is almost impossible to miss the rink while moving. But the enemy's rink is broken, and the "Lion" stops.
  The T-34 passes him again and sends a deadly shell into the lower part of the side.
  Ekaterina notes:
  - Our gun is outdated - there is no way to take the "Lion"!
  But in her frustration, Elena struck the enemy's side part, and the "Lion" caught fire.
  The girls, without slowing down, are pushing forward again. Now they have a weaker target: "Panther". It is enough to hit it precisely in the side.
  Elizabeth notes:
  - Practical cat!
  Catherine noted with a laugh:
  - But he barely crawls so as not to leave the cover of the "Lion".
  And Elena fired from a distance at the Panther, which was far off to the side and opened its side. It is rather thin - about 40 millimeters, and it doesn't matter that it is at an angle.
  The German tank explodes with a bang. The beauties hit hard.
  They, with their captivating grace of fighting beauties.
  But the shells whistled as they flew past, almost touching the armor.
  This is very dangerous for the T-34, and it resembles a man jumping between streams.
  Elizabeth shot again with her bare foot and sang:
  - I can do everything, I can do everything, we will give the Wehrmacht a hard time!
  Of course, with girls like these, even the devil himself is not scary. Although the fascists are aggressively attacking, and they have a lot of tanks...
  The forces are unequal. Although the number of vehicles is approximately equal, the Germans are heavier. Many Soviet tanks are light and not entirely combat-ready against Hitler's monsters.
  But Elizabeth's crew works miracles and shoots through another Panther on the move.
  Komsomol girls fight with guns. They shoot accurately. They run, flashing their bare, round heels. And they hit the enemy right on target.
  Alenka commands with passion:
  - Girls, don't give in!
  And here the gun spits out a shell, right at the T-4, penetrating this tank. But, of course, the "Lion" is not so easy to take. And here you have to try.
  Anyuta points at the car with her bare toes and fires straight at the target, saying:
  - Glory to communism!
  Alla also shoots very accurately and adds:
  - Glory to heroism!
  There's nothing to say about the fighting girls here - top class and aerobatics!
  Maria, feeding the shell into the gun, sang:
  - Higher and higher and higher,
  Strive for the flight of our birds...
  And in every propeller breathes,
  Peace of our borders!
  Marusya added, shooting at the Fritzes:
  - That is definitely true....
  The mass heroism of Russians and not only Russian people was demonstrated in everything...
  The measured, muffled sounds of a cuckoo, like the chimes of a clock, rushed over the trenches. The rare trees, with their thick green crowns, greeted the tired soldiers in gusts of wind, like pioneers in a salute. Some people might even have thought it was a warning of sorts - like, you'll go to the next world!
  The battalion under the command of Vladimir Mikhailovsky, severely battered in previous battles, especially in the May defeat, is now hastily replenished with new recruits, preparing to cover one of the most dangerous directions. Three kilometers to the east, the waters of the Don, rushing along the flames of war, splash.
  Most of the reeds were charred by incendiary bombs, the water was blackened by soot. Like huge matches in mournful disgrace, the piles of the bridge, which was torn down by the blast wave, stand alone as supports.
  On boats, local pioneers transport the gifts of the fields, as well as boxes of ammunition for the heroic Soviet soldiers, ready to enter into mortal battle with the enraged Hitlerite hordes.
  Here the four of them dragged a long box to a bush covered with wolfberries. There was a carefully camouflaged anti-tank gun, lurking in ambush like a mohawk. Three soldiers and the dashing-eyed gunner Alesya were working at the gun. The girl was very slender, but her hands were sinewy from exhausting work. She was also trying to prepare a trap together with the guys in case a tank or an armored vehicle of the Hitlerite pack tried to go around the natural hillock.
  The soldiers are mostly still completely beardless and inexperienced young men who have completed a shortened recruit course of one and a half months, plus, of course, the pre-conscription training that was well organized in the USSR.
  Some warriors already have experience. They differ from the young ones by their stubble, the sharpness of their movements, some are overdone. In particular, one-eyed Ivan, who looked like a real pirate - he grew a beard. The rank of ensign, and already a couple of orders received in various battles, or rather the first near Moscow. When, it seemed, they did the impossible: stopped the Fritzes, and even drove the enemies a couple of hundred kilometers, like dog beaters.
  How much abandoned equipment the Fritzes had. Maybe not so often, and tanks were encountered, but armored personnel carriers with cannons and machine guns, which so painfully tormented the Soviet infantry in the summer and autumn of forty-one - at least a dime a dozen!
  But when the frost exceeded thirty degrees, all these Teutonic monsters lost their ability to move, they simply... The gasoline froze and the lubricant solidified.
  Unfortunately, they were unable to finish off the Nazis. Partly due to the fault of the command, which asked for large forces to storm the cities where the German units were huddled. And the thaw came - damn it...
  In the spring, Ivan earned a second order - he was lucky enough to kill a general and several officers from an ambush. However, the battle was only partially successful. During the pursuit, a stray fragment hit Ivan Krasnov in the face, depriving him of an eye. Alas, this is war, not a children's movie where the main character beats everyone, and not even a hundred machine guns can hit him.
  And now they have to do physically hard work: digging trenches, cells and trap pits.
  The pioneers help them while there is a lull in the fields and the boys and girls themselves have asked to help their older brothers. They work even too zealously, trying to do more, without calculating their strength. That's how the veins swell and stick out on the tanned, calloused hands and bare, bruised feet of the children. And at the same time they still manage to sing;
  We are pioneers, children of communism -
  A fire, a tent and a ringing horn!
  The invasion of the damned fascism -
  Which awaits a furious defeat!
  
  What did we lose in these battles?
  Or did you acquire it in battles with the enemy?
  We used to be just children of the world -
  And now warriors of the Native Land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  He brought down a waterfall of countless bombs!
  And for me, the Fatherland is even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has come!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although, alas, we ourselves are small in stature!
  But the sword in the hands of a fragile teenager is
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush in avalanche after avalanche,
  And we share the rifle between three of us!
  Let the police aim meanly at your back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What have we decided? To do the work of peace -
  But for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  The calm is already disgusting.
  Sometimes violence can be a blessing!
  
  The girl and I run barefoot together.
  Even though it snowed, the snowdrift burns like coal!
  But they have no fear, children know -
  The fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin with a bullet!
  
  Here they laid down a company of vile Fritzes,
  And the rest of the cowards run away!
  We crush infantry like a scythe in battle -
  Our youth is no obstacle for us!
  
  Victory achievement, will be in May,
  There is a blizzard now, prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  The children met their prime in rags!
  
  Where do these forces come from in us?
  To endure both pain and cold, that need!
  When the comrade measured the bottom of the grave,
  When my friend moans, I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland was given to you by God!
  This is the first of all faith,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  The distant rumble of approaching tanks is heard, and planes are buzzing in the sky. And already the mighty siege guns are thundering. From the hits of high-explosive shells, clods of earth and melted turf are thrown high into the sky. Here it begins the battle. Major Vladimir Mikhailovsky holds a trophy binocular in his hands, watching the approach of the steel fascist avalanche. They are trying to drive the pioneers to the rear, but they do not want to leave and ask for rifles in their hands to fight.
  There are not enough weapons for everyone, although the local kids have brought hunting rifles and even sport bows. Everyone wants to fight bravely and win. But it will not be possible to die with the last thought of the Motherland.
  Major Mikhailovsky gives the order:
  - Do not open fire without command!
  Indeed, they only have two "forty-fives" for the entire battalion, which means their chance is to let the Fritzes get closer.
  In front, as is customary for the Nazis, are the most protected vehicles: T-4 tanks and the Okhotnik self-propelled guns. They must give way to lighter vehicles and the slightly lagging infantry.
  The Nazi cars and motorcycles slow down every now and then, afraid of getting ahead....
  But pioneer Yuliy Petrov proves that they stayed here for a reason. A scarce anti-tank mine, coated with homemade glue, and with turf on top making it invisible, is moved with the help of a wire between the stumps, right under the T-4's caterpillar track.
  The steel plates of the track fall on the deadly present. The explosion does not seem too strong, but the track is torn off, and Hitler's tank begins to smoke and spin its turret.
  Others, boys use similar devices. If the German infantry is afraid, and tanks and self-propelled guns are pushing ahead defenseless, then they will be punished for this.
  The famous Okhotnik, with its low silhouette and strong armor, looks like a flattened turtle. This self-propelled gun appeared on the Soviet-German front quite recently. Due to its good running characteristics, a gun that penetrates at a decent distance, and its survivability in combat, the Okhotnik immediately became a byword.
  But its tracks are still ordinary, albeit wide... However, it would be even better to blow up the bottom of the machine and make it spit out its insides as spare parts.
  Here is the damaged "Hunter", like a pirate frigate with a broken rudder, sliding to the side and colliding with the T-4. And both steel coffins on caterpillar tracks begin to burn, and after a few moments explode due to detonating ammunition.
  Now a dozen medium-weight cars stopped, broken and helpless.
  But the others are following them, especially the numerous armored ones. Here the SPG "Okhotnik" picks up speed and... Falls into a camouflaged hole. Only the tracks stick out from above and helplessly move.
  Pioneers rejoice. In some places in dug holes there is homemade explosive. It is made in a handicraft way. Of course, it is weaker than dynamite, but it is quite enough to disable the chassis.
  Fritz suffers heavy losses, armored personnel carriers fall through, some pass through dangerous zones, but they are met with grenades and explosive packages thrown.
  Here even the clever young fighters have built small catapults. They throw out a special package of distilled wood alcohol mixed with gunpowder elements.
  When hit, the thinner armor of the Nazi transports gives way, causing the crews to burst into blue flames. Maddened by pain, the Fritzes scream hysterically and run away with faces distorted with horror.
  Some of them are even abandoning their equipment...
  It's just a pity that there are a lot of enemies, some transport vehicles, pouring machine gun fire, approach the trenches.
  And they run into hedgehogs... Alesya, meanwhile, aims the 45. Of course, you can't take the T-4 and Okhotnik head-on, but you can try their sides. There's no need to even talk about armored personnel carriers. They'll pierce everything and make you cough up blood on the floors with hot metal!
  Small caliber guns have many advantages over large ones - rate of fire, ease of camouflage. And they know how to choose targets.
  The Nazis are snapping back, as fierce as hyenas. And among the Soviet guys there are killed and wounded. It is especially tragic when young fighters who have just begun to live die. Here is a little pioneer girl who has barely lifted an explosive pack and throws herself with it under the tracks of a medium T-3 tank. The ugly box with a long but seemingly thin barrel jumps up and tears off its square turret.
  And the fighters throw grenades again, and machine guns start shooting at the approaching motorcycles. And the heads of the Hitlerite soldiers burst like ripe cherries knocked down by hail.
  And the gas tanks of the big motorcycles explode, throwing out streams of furious fire. It feels like a riot of hellish genies is taking place. Here are several armored personnel carriers that also join their hapless colleagues.
  Alesya aims at the "Hunter" and aims at the lower part of the hull. It's hard to hit there, but this is the only chance to penetrate the merciless self-propelled gun. A smooth movement of the finger, and then a turn.
  The gun gives a soft recoil, and the fascist machine splits in half. And the flag with the swastika falls into the bloody mud.
  Alesya whispers:
  - Justice requires sacrifice, charity requires donations, and the success of a just cause requires sacrifice!
  Turning, the female artilleryman rests her bare feet to better feel the Earth's biorhythms and the breath of the grass, and shoots again, hitting the treacherous T-3 in the joint.
  It is clear that almost all medium tanks of the Nazi armada have been disabled. Here is the last one destroyed by a young pioneer boy, who despite his wound pushed a barrel with a mixture of explosive carbide, coal dust, sawdust with a small amount of phosphorus. The heroic child did not have enough strength to push the barrel after the through-and-through wound, and his comrade Andrei, crossing himself while running, pushed it under the wheels of a forty-ton assault self-propelled gun "Shmel". The accommodating 150-millimeter cannon shot up and remained raised. And the souls of the pioneers, having flown out of their torn bodies, rushed to the happy Heavenly Kingdom, where there is never violence and pain.
  The surviving fascist transporters, having lost the support of their heavier colleagues, began to turn back... The roar of Wagner's music died down, and a mass flight began.
  Vladimir Mikhailovsky, wiping the blood from his forehead, said:
  - A Russian warrior can die standing, but will never live on his knees! Russia can bleed to death, but no blood will make our courage and loyalty to the Fatherland bleed to death!
  And the surviving pioneers confirm this... Although many of them were already burned and injured.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are fighting, they are ready to compete with the vaunted Marseille, who has already shot down more than four hundred planes, for which he received the fifth degree of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  But the girls are clearly in the mood to fight in earnest. Here they are, in bikinis and barefoot, fighting. And they are piercing Luftwaffe planes.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, aims the gun at the target, knocks down the fascist, and says:
  - Our faith is great,
  It will be durable for centuries!
  And winks at her partner. Akulina also knocks down a fascist, hits him, very accurately using her bare legs and squeals:
  - For the greatness of the ideas of communism!
  And she bares her pearly teeth. Such a militant and educated girl.
  And sparkles with its teeth.
  Anastasia, shooting down another German plane in her Yak-9, squeals aggressively:
  - Russian eagle over the planet,
  Spreading its wings, it will take off...
  The enemy will be called to account,
  Will be defeated, broken!
  Akulina readily confirms this by knocking down her opponents:
  - It will be broken!
  Although, of course, the Germans also had beautiful female aces. Albina and Alvina fight on the newest ME-309. Such combat warriors-steals.
  And they shoot down Soviet planes with amazing agility. The ME-309 has a very powerful armament - three 30-millimeter aircraft cannons and four machine guns. Russian machines cannot stand up to such a monster.
  If they shoot down, they shoot down without mercy.
  Albina, using her bare toes, aimed the aircraft cannon at the target. She fired at the enemy and squeaked:
  - For the victories of the Third Reich!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Alvina also fired at the enemy. She cut down the Soviet Yak-9s and cooed:
  - For the great frontiers of our army!
  And she winked at her friends.
  Huffman is also fighting, racking up scores. He is not yet one of the great aces, but he is progressing quickly. And one can also say he is a monster of hell.
  The Germans, albeit slowly and with great losses, are advancing along the Volga coast, approaching the Caspian Sea.
  . CHAPTER #2.
  The forces were clearly unequal. The Nazis' aviation was especially annoying. The Focke-Wulf was delivered to the front in large quantities and its powerful armament and speed became a problem for the Red Army. In addition, this machine was too difficult to shoot down. It is durable and heavily armored.
  The ME-309 also turned out to be an unpleasant surprise for Soviet pilots, both in terms of speed and armament. And it pretty much shredded Soviet units.
  The new Ju-288 bomber also bombed Soviet positions, a very powerful machine. It carried four tons of bombs with a normal load, and six tons in an overloaded version. And it got on the Soviet units pretty good.
  Rommel also showed his class as a commander, as did Mainstein.
  The Germans were getting closer and closer to Astrakhan. And unexpectedly for the Soviet command, the Fritzes went on the offensive, along the Volga in the direction of Kamyshin. It was a bold but powerful move. And it was difficult to stop them for now.
  But the Red Army"s defense is still strong... In a week, the Nazis advanced fifty kilometers and were stopped.
  They were met with counterattacks by Soviet units....
  At the same time, the Japanese tried to develop an offensive on Alma-Ata. And here fierce battles raged.
  The girls fought equally with the men, and maybe even better than them.
  Margarita Magnitnaya and Tatyana Bulatnaya are beautiful girls who shot from machine guns.
  They shot down the samurai and sang:
  - Let's not part with our dream,
  In life, the first step is important...
  You see again above the Earth,
  Whirlwinds of furious attacks!
  Margarita threw a deadly grenade with her bare toes, tore the Japanese apart and sang:
  - No one will stop us,
  No one will defeat us...
  We will bury the Wehrmacht in the ground,
  Our friendship is a monolith!
  Tatyana, firing at the enemy, agreed:
  - It really is a monolith!
  The Japanese are advancing on Alma-Ata. They have many soldiers and various reserves. Such fighting guys they are. But the girls are mowing them down. They fight desperately.
  Tatyana Bulatnaya threw another grenade, tore the samurai apart and sang:
  - For my great achievement!
  And she winked her sapphire-colored eyes. A cheerful girl, nothing to say.
  And Margarita, with her bare heel, will take and throw a gift of death, tearing apart the Japanese soldiers.
  And he will sing:
  - Everything is mixed up, intertwined, in a whirlwind of suffering and troubles!
  And again he will throw a lemon at the Japanese with his bare toes...
  A bare-chested and barefoot warrior named Oksana crawls up to them and pushes a box of grenades, whispering:
  - It's going to be cool, girls!
  And all three warriors sang:
  - The samurai flew to the ground, under the pressure of steel and fire!
  And the beauties fight with great fury. They have been through fire and water and copper pipes not in vain.
  Here is Oksana throwing a grenade with her bare foot, hitting a Japanese light tank Chiha. Well, that's a great target.
  Margarita, shooting at the enemy, sang:
  - It is possible to believe even in the absence of faith! It is possible to do even in the absence of action!
  Tatyana logically noted:
  - What you say is a paradox!
  Margarita threw a grenade with her bare toes and logically noted:
  - Isn't genius a friend of paradoxes?
  Tatyana fired a burst, mowing down the samurai and agreed:
  - Of course, friend!
  And the warriors burst out laughing... They are fighting girls, and they say they are... It is not for nothing that all of Russia remembers how the girls fought!
  Oksana fights at the very highest level, of course. And she shoots from different angles, and the girl spins like a top.
  These are beauties, they won't give up anything to anyone. And they'll gnaw out betrayal, along with the samurai.
  Angela also fires. She is also an aggressive girl and has red hair. Warriors prefer to fight barefoot and show colossal feats.
  Angela gives a turn and says with a laugh:
  - We will boldly go into battle,
  For the power of the Soviets!
  And with his bare toes he throws a deadly lemon.
  The fighting continues and now the Japanese onslaught is running out....
  It was already the end of July in 1943. The fascists had reached the Volga delta itself and were fighting there.
  Elizaveta and her crew fight desperately. The first Tiger-2 tanks began to arrive at the front. They are similar to the Panther and Lev, but something in between. Also with rationally sloped armor angles and a long-barreled 88-millimeter 71 EL gun. Weighs sixty-eight tons, and is close to the Lev tank in armor, but slightly smaller in size.
  Big tanks, nothing to say.
  Elizaveta and the girls hunt for the Germans. They penetrate the T-4 and squeal:
  - Glory to the ideas of bright years,
  The cry of the pioneers: always be ready!
  The warriors are, let's say, first-class. And not only do they fight gloriously, but they also sing;
  An indestructible union of free peoples,
  It was not brute force and fear that united us...
  And the good will of enlightened people,
  And friendship, light, reason and courage in dreams!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate power, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  
  Through the storms the sun of progress shone upon us,
  Through storms and tempests we rushed forward...
  We move mountains as if without weight,
  The whole world is moving towards communism, shining!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate power, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  
  The peoples of the planet are like brothers united,
  Buddhist, Muslim - friends forever!
  Let the great name of reason be glorified,
  All nations of the world are one family!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The power of creation is a support forever!
  Legitimate power, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  The girls sing well, and fight even better, and perform such feats. Although history is written by the victors and it is unknown whether they will be remembered if the war is lost?
  Alenka with her battery, with a team of girls, tries to hold back the enemies in the Volga Delta. And she shows what beauties are capable of in principle.
  And they really can do a lot.
  Anyuta shoots with her bare foot and roars:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  And then the whole battery took and began to sing in unison, with full-sounding voices;
  We fight for a better destiny,
  So that people's lives become easier...
  And we will crush the damned horde,
  So that there are fewer evil enemies!
  
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To the glory of our mother Russia...
  The people of Rus', believe me, are invincible,
  And will make everyone on Earth more beautiful!
  
  We are given the opportunity to fight for our Motherland,
  Defending the greatness of the Fatherland...
  And sometimes life is just a movie,
  Although it should be a reflection of paradise!
  
  All people need to achieve their dreams,
  Trust me, reasonable communism...
  So that there is more happiness on Earth,
  And the fires of revanchism did not come!
  
  Our king is a great genius Pugachev,
  He raised the peasants to a holy struggle...
  Any task will be within your reach,
  And love the girl barefoot, boy!
  
  We will become even stronger than the devil,
  When we shift the horizons of science...
  The villain is crushed under the hooves,
  Even though blood is gushing from the torn aorta!
  
  Yes, our cause is just, friends,
  We can make our homeland happier...
  Peoples, believe that we are all one family,
  To the great and most radiant Russia!
  
  Look bravely at the horizon, people,
  Let the evil clouds not cover the sky...
  We will give the enemy a winning score,
  And you will be a lucky knight in battle!
  
  I don't know such a word as coward,
  We Russians are not inferior at all...
  We have Svarog White Jesus,
  And will enjoy May forever!
  
  Girls and boys dance in a circle,
  We, barefoot girls, enter...
  For us, the Almighty God Rod,
  Don't be a brainless parrot, kid!
  
  And Lenin inspired us to fight,
  The wise Stalin blessed this feat...
  The powerful cherub will spread his wings,
  And our muscles are simply made of steel!
  
  The majesty of the Fatherland will be in that,
  That we are such warriors for God...
  Let us confirm our glory with a steel sword,
  Which shield was forged by Svarog!
  
  In short, be faithful to the Lord,
  To the glory of the most radiant Russia...
  We are just knights, eagles,
  The White God Christ the Messiah is behind us!
  Here, from a precise hit from a cannon, the "Lion" catches fire. Yes, the fascists get it right in the horns.
  While the fighting is going on, the children are not wasting their time either.
  Dasha and Vaska wander around the rear of the German troops. They watch the equipment move in columns. Motorcycles rush, self-propelled guns crawl. There are numerous troops here, including the SS and other units.
  Vaska noticed the movement of the Ferdinand, a powerful German self-propelled gun that destroyed tanks.
  The boy whispered to the girl:
  - It looks like the Fritzes are transferring additional forces north of Stalingrad.
  Dasha noted with a smile:
  - Our people will grind them anyway!
  A German shouts angrily at the children from a truck. The children jump up and run, flashing, their bare, round heels grey from dust. They might even get a burst of fire.
  The boy and the girl ran to the bushes and jumped in. Dasha noted with enthusiasm:
  - Partisans can do anything!
  Vaska agreed with this:
  - Of course... We will definitely win!
  Dasha sang with enthusiasm:
  - Victory awaits! Victory awaits! Those who are eager to break the shackles! Victory awaits, victory awaits! We will be able to defeat fascism!
  Vaska readily agreed with this and crushed the caterpillar with the toes of his bare childish feet:
  - We can do it! We were born to make fairy tales come true!
  Dasha winked and noted:
  - What? I think we'll turn the fairy tale into reality and the Wehrmacht into dust!
  And the children sang in chorus at the top of their lungs;
  In the name of our righteous country,
  What will communism give to the universe...
  We will be faithful to our Motherland,
  Let's pave the way to success and creation!
  
  Putin ruled Russia as a hero,
  But then the eagle left her in flight...
  The Fuhrer is of course a big hemorrhoid,
  But Stalin is also a name!
  
  I believe we will defeat the Third Reich,
  It"s no wonder that Putin has taken possession of Stalin...
  Above the world is a golden-winged cherub,
  And now Satan-Adolf has gone mad!
  
  The Germans have all of Europe at their fingertips,
  And Africa, and Asia, and the States...
  And Adolf thinks he's cool,
  But the Fuhrer will face retribution!
  
  For Hitler, Russia is like a barn,
  He wants to establish his own order...
  But I believe there will be a communism paradise,
  Strawberries will sprout when you sow the beds!
  
  Don't believe it, our people are not weak at all,
  But the Fritzes captured too much...
  And you, Slav, are not a slave at all,
  In the name of our mother Russia!
  
  And Lenin inspired us to a feat,
  He showed how things should be done...
  Since God is actually one,
  But we must believe in communism boldly!
  
  No, Russians, do not give in to the enemy,
  After all, the White God is with us - the Creator of the universe...
  I will help my fatherland in battle,
  To be constant in the successes of life!
  
  How far can you go to kill your loved ones?
  Unfortunately, there is no end in sight to the war...
  So our army thinned out in battle,
  Do something you won't be ashamed of!
  This is a good song of the young warriors. They sang it and moved on again, their bare, calloused heels kicking up dust along the path.
  The children were cheerful and outwardly pleased with life. Although thin, their faces were tanned like chocolate, and their hair, on the contrary, was light. Wonderful guys.
  One of the Germans on a motorcycle beckoned them affectionately. And offered them a chocolate bar. Hungry Dasha stretched out her hands, but Vaska tugged her sleeve:
  - Don't humiliate yourself!
  A smart girl was found:
  - Let's unite the fascists instead!
  Vaska, who was skin and bones himself, liked this idea. And he also asked for a chocolate bar.
  The Nazi nodded and wheezed in broken Russian:
  - Sing, boy!
  Vaska nodded and began to sing with great inspiration;
   The party united all of Russia,
  Protects endless fields...
  After all, people believe that there is such power,
  Glory to the Soviet land!
  
  Stalin is the highest award,
  Stalin is a flight of wisdom...
  You have to fight bravely for it,
  All the people follow Stalin!
  
  We are given wings of joy,
  We have been given a great will...
  Stalin is the joy of abundance,
  Glory to the great country!
  
  Stalin is the greatest in the universe,
  Stalin, the golden-winged cherub,
  Our people with unfailing luck,
  Believe me, I am forever invincible!
  
  Stalin gave salvation to the people,
  He is the greatest eagle in the world...
  For our Fatherland and freedom,
  He spread his wings over the earth!
  
  There is no one higher than the radiant Stalin,
  He is great as simply a white God...
  Fighting with the penny and winning,
  We will soon drive the Fuhrer into the coffin!
  
  Paying tribute to our Fatherland,
  Know that you won"t find anyone more beautiful than her...
  We will soon be living under communism,
  And we have no other way!
  
  Stalin is the pride of the entire planet,
  Stalin unlimited communism...
  His exploits will be sung,
  The fascist has been completely destroyed!
  
  Stalin brought glory to Russia,
  Stalin raised her above the stars...
  He raised the state to its limits,
  Stalin is simply ideal!
  
  Stalin conquers the universe,
  He has a great star fleet...
  Trials will be for edification,
  Stalin will lead to communism!
  
  For Russia, Stalin is the sun,
  It shines fiercely in the darkness...
  The girl has a clear voice,
  There is no more beautiful Leader on earth!
  
  Stalin is the embodiment of Svarog,
  Stalin created the power of Russia...
  He finds Rod in his heart -
  Most Great Lord!
  
  There is no leader on the whole Earth more beautiful,
  Stalin is the greatest of men...
  Let's create happiness in our universe,
  The mad villain has been destroyed!
  
  My sons and Komsomol members,
  Stand together in line for the Fatherland...
  You girls are stronger than tigers,
  Our dear genius Stalin is with us!
  
  I can't count my achievements,
  Let us rush into flight like an arrow...
  Our radiant Russia,
  the Motherland is moving towards communism!
  Dasha sang along with Vaska and the children sang so richly and beautifully.
  And they danced along, stamping their tanned feet, which had never seen shoes since the frost, and already stamping their bare feet in the snow in March, like children.
  The German, who didn't understand much Russian, liked the song and took some canned pork out of his bag and handed it to the children.
  And he nodded approvingly:
  - Ser gut!
  The boy and the girl bowed and moved on. They were only eleven years old, but they were smart and had a strong memory. They collected accurate information. And once, fair-haired Darya even brought a mine to the Germans in a basket. She was a cunning girl and knew their language quite well. They didn't even think that such a pretty child with tow-white hair and blue eyes could cause death.
  And it worked like this...
  Here they are again, walking along, savoring German chocolates, and they are in a cheerful mood...
  Daria noted with a smile:
  - Once we defeat the fascists, I will build myself a three-story house, made of marble and with a fountain!
  Vaska grinned:
  - Are you going to become a bourgeois?
  The girl objected:
  -No! I'll just have my own communism!
  Vaska laughed and began to sing again;
  When the bourgeoisie came to my region,
  Houses were burned, girls were chopped up...
  It seemed like zeros were counted,
  The boys' hair was shaved short!
  
  The brave Kibalchish took the rifle,
  And he joined the people's army...
  But Bad Boy gave away all his plans,
  Who gave himself up for a barrel of jam!
  
  And here I am, boy, hanging on the rack,
  They torment me with a whip and needles...
  In response, I laugh in the executioner's face.
  And I believe that the Fatherland will become a paradise!
  
  The animals roasted my heels with fire,
  The child was severely beaten by the rods...
  But believe me, the torment is nothing,
  May the reds defeat the bourgeois!
  
  They break bones, the evil metal has dug in,
  The executioners are shaking me on the rack...
  But believe me, I dreamed about it as a kid,
  To run around Berlin in May!
  
  Comrade Lenin, I believe, will lead,
  Liberate Warsaw, Prague, London!
  We will soon post a winning score,
  And over Berlin the red flag flies proudly!
  
  Now the child's heels are burning,
  The sole, which is almost always bare...
  And the whip hit my back hard,
  Mom, you're probably already grey!
  
  But I will not surrender to these executioners,
  I will not ask for faith, just know mercy...
  Let the cut lash out sharply from the shoulder,
  I know Lenin will give you a reward, believe me!
  
  Under torture, Kibalchish laughed,
  He didn"t reveal the secret, he dies proudly...
  In hell, the Bad Guy screams forever,
  The demons are pouring resin down his throat!
  
  Lenin is there with us, apparently forever,
  And a hot flame burns in the heart...
  A great dream will come true,
  There will be a red flag over the entire planet!
  Darya whistled and stamped her bare foot:
  - Cool! Did you write it yourself?
  Vaska nodded:
  - Yes! His story made a huge impression on me!
  Daria nodded and noted:
  - Do you remember how the police caught us and chased us barefoot through the snow in the cold, and then beat us and put thin twigs on our heels.
  Vaska readily confirmed:
  - It happened.... Your heels hurt, and the joints in your shoulders when you hang on the rack. But there was no evidence against us and....
  Daria noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, but the police wanted us to freeze to death. But when they hit me on the head with a bottle, I caught a shard with my bare foot. And then I transferred it to my hands. After which I cut the rope for myself and you.
  Vaska nodded:
  - Yes, that happened... It was terrible, though. But you know, in the cold, blisters from burnt soles don't hurt! And when we got out later, everything healed on us like on dogs!
  Daria readily confirmed:
  - Yes, it heals well on us! I have such rough soles that I am not afraid to walk on coals!
  Vaska, puffed up, said:
  - Me too! We are pioneers, children of communism!
  Daria confirmed:
  - And we will certainly win!
  The boy and the girl sang:
  In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism,
  we see the future of our country...
  And to the red banner of our Fatherland,
  We will always be selflessly faithful!
  . CHAPTER #3.
  At the beginning of August 1943, the Germans finally reached the Caspian Sea, overcoming the stubborn resistance of the Soviet troops. This was a truly great achievement for the Fritzes. Which achieved the largest dividends. Now the Caucasus was cut off from the main continent by land.
  The Turks also achieved success, having finally taken Batumi after stubborn battles and completed the encirclement of Yerevan. Thus, they pressed the Soviet troops in Transcaucasia.
  The situation of the USSR became very difficult. And Stalin ordered to begin an offensive in the north to break through a corridor to the hungry, dying, but not yet surrendered Leningrad.
  An offensive on Tikhvin began. Significant forces were sent there, although the headquarters did not have enough reserves. The situation was complicated by the arrival of Swedish, supposedly volunteer divisions, which strengthened the positions.
  And the Germans have seriously strengthened their positions...
  The battles began on August 10, the Soviet troops advanced ten kilometers in the first three days of the battle. Here, on August 14, the German Maus tank entered the battle for the first time. Not a very successful development weighing one hundred eighty-eight tons. True, the machine was driven by a serious crew, very combative Hitlerite girls.
  Agnes, Adala, Angelina, Agatha, Aphrodite - five beauties of the Third Reich starting with the letter "A". And how they fight in a "Mouse" and shoot from two guns at once.
  High-explosive fragmentation shells are fired from a short-barreled 75-mm cannon, and heavier shells from a 128-mm cannon, demonstrating striking power.
  Agnes fires with the bare toes of her sharpened feet. She hits a Soviet machine, literally tearing off its turret and squeals:
  - I'm a space girl!
  Adala fires a high explosive shot and squeals:
  - And I'm a top-notch performer, I'll tear the whole crew apart!
  And the girl also uses her bare toes. The shells from the Soviet T-34s hit the Maus, but bounce off like peas. The machine is protected quite well. And you can't hit it that easily. Shells fly off it like tennis balls, and even a large caliber can't penetrate such a monster.
  And they shoot the girl from an anti-aircraft gun, not letting the enemy get any closer.
  Agatha also shot out with her bare toes and growled:
  - Let my sword strike, we will cut down the enemies!
  Adala confirmed aggressively, shooting very accurately:
  - We are warriors of light and earth!
  Angelina hit the Soviet T-34-76 tank with her bare toes and smashed it, and said:
  - For great victories!
  Aphrodite also fired a shell that was as heavy as a pile, crushed the Soviet T-60, and squealed:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  Agnes slashed, using her bare heel, breaking the enemy's frontal armor and said:
  - Forward the imperial flag - glory to the fallen heroes!
  These girls here are quite nasty and murderous. And it's not for nothing that you can't pass them by. Thanks to their bare feet and bikinis on their bodies, they shoot without missing. And that means they can't be defeated so easily.
  The formidable "Maus" fired a deadly weapon and didn't give anyone a chance.
  Including the KV series.
  But if there are German women who fight so stubbornly and successfully, then there will also be girls of the Soviet level - strong women.
  Here, for example, is Natasha with her partners. They only have a modest SAU-85 that has just arrived at the front. And the girls are already beating the fascists with it.
  Of course, the beauties are barefoot and in bikinis. And they crush the fascists thoroughly, like a sledgehammer hitting pieces of glass.
  And it is very memorable when such girls demonstrate the highest level of eagle flight.
  Natasha shoots with her bare toes and destroys the Panther, and then shouts:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  And he'll show his tongue!
  Zoya also hits the enemy. She hits him very accurately. She breaks the armor and yelps:
  - For the glory of communism!
  Augustina also fights hard, and if she puts pressure on her opponent, she does it very thoroughly. She punches and roars:
  - Glory to the communist world!
  Svetlana will strike too. And very accurately. With the help of her bare toes. She will crush the enemy's armor and squeak:
  - For the greatness of the communist world!
  And he will show his tongue...
  Here the girls, feeling inspired, began to sing, composing right on the go;
  Beauties attack barefoot,
  Such nice girls are running...
  If necessary, they'll hit Fritz with their fist,
  Or they'll slash him with a machine gun!
  
  It's not convenient for girls to doubt,
  They will bury the fascists dead...
  And they'll give him a hard kick in the leg,
  And somewhere wolves are howling carnivorously!
  
  Russia is a word for soldiers,
  When believe me it doesn"t get any cooler...
  Although the situation is sometimes bleak,
  Where the evil black Cain triumphs!
  
  Don't believe me, Komsomol members don't run away,
  And if they run, then only to attack...
  And all the Nazis will be killed at once,
  And they will all raise the Fuhrer to the chopping block!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  She is radiant, simply beautiful...
  A coward is not worth even a ruble,
  And arguing with a warrior is dangerous!
  
  But know that we will defeat the fascists,
  Evil will not reign on the throne...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And God Svarog with greatness in the crown!
  
  He who is a coward, believe me, is a weak slave,
  His destiny is to endure insults...
  Today you are a mechanic, tomorrow you are a foreman,
  And you yourself will be able to beat other people's backs!
  
  The girls have power, simply a volcano,
  Sometimes it can even powerfully demolish mountains...
  The war is raging like a vicious hurricane,
  And death frankly mows down the human race!
  
  I'll tell you honestly, knights,
  We are strong when we Russians are united...
  Need a snack to go with your fork and knife,
  We knights are invincible in battles!
  
  What is our faith in the Lord Christ?
  Although we also revere Lada...
  Comrade Stalin is like a father to us,
  And there will be a place of communism paradise!
  
  He who was when he was dead will rise again,
  And we will become more beautiful and wiser...
  And the man is of course very proud,
  Although sometimes he talks nonsense!
  
  In love our Fatherland is like a star,
  Believe me, it will never go out...
  May the great dream come true,
  There will be peace and happiness throughout the universe!
  
  I love Maria, I revere Lada,
  Svarog is beautiful and Perun is great....
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  The holy faces of icons are dear to me!
  
  When will there be real paradise?
  Believe me, all hopes will come true in it...
  Give your heart to your Motherland,
  Everything will be fine, stronger than before!
  The girls had a good fight and composed some great stories. With warriors like these, no Hitler is scary for Russia.
  Nevertheless, after ten days of intense fighting, Soviet troops still broke through to Tikhvin.
  The battles took place for the city itself. The forces were, of course, very unequal.
  The Germans have gained air supremacy and are bombing non-stop. The situation is aggravated by foreign divisions fighting on the side of the Wehrmacht. There are especially many Italian units.
  They are trying to push the Red Army away from Tikhvin. But the Russian units are fighting stubbornly. This is their only real chance to save Leningrad, which is dying of hunger and under siege. Food can only be dropped there by air, but the Germans have strong fighter aircraft, and this is very difficult to do.
  And in the second half of August, the Nazis went to storm Astrakhan. And in this city, Soviet girls fought with great heroism and courage.
  A battalion of barefoot girls protects this heroic city.
  Alenka throws a grenade with her bare foot, then fires a burst, mowing down the fascists and says:
  - If a woman is lustful like a cat, then her husband has mice in his head!
  Anyuta, firing at the Fritzes and also throwing a grenade with her bare foot, chirped:
  - The brightest ideas become darkened by shadow politics when they are implemented!
  Alla, shooting at the Fritzes and throwing a grenade, knocking out a tank with her bare toes, muttered:
  - A woman is as cunning as a fox, and can control even a lion if a man has the wits of a rooster!
  Maria, firing her gun and knocking down the Fritzes, growled:
  - God can do everything, but He is powerless to surpass a woman in her demands!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and throwing a deadly gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - A woman, in order not to be swallowed by a man like a boa constrictor, must have a cobra sting!
  Alenka, continuing to fire at the Nazis, wittily noted:
  - A person can be like the Creator in everything, but a monkey-like imitation does not paint him in a good light!
  Anyuta fired at the enemy, then knocked out a tank with a well-aimed grenade throw and declared:
  - A man can surpass the Almighty God only in conceit, and even then only if he is intellectually created by a Pithecanthropus!
  Alla, continuing to shoot very accurately at the Fritzes, said:
  - A woman doesn"t want to be a chicken, but her ideal man is a rooster!
  Maria, firing at the fascists and with a precise throw of her bare foot, hitting the Panther, noted:
  - The fox woman truly has a wolfish grip on the beaver men!
  Marusya, also firing a burst at the fascists and kicking an explosive packet with her bare heel, said:
  - In politics, as in the forest, if you are an oak tree, a pig will eat you, if a hare, a fox, if a donkey, they will skin you three times!
  Alenka, continuing to fire furiously and showering the infantry with fragmentation grenades, yelped:
  - The brighter the woman, the more of a fox she is!
  Anyuta also fired a burst at the fascists, mowed them down, and threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - Gray people lack gray matter in their brains, bright personalities have a lot of gray matter in their heads!
  Alla, firing at the enemy, kicked an explosive packet with her bare heel and wittily said:
  - The gray man is lonely like a wolf, and like a hare he has no peace!
  Maria, mowing down the Fritzes, wittily remarked:
  - If a politician is a big fox, then the lion's share is guaranteed to him!
  Marusya fired from the grenade launcher and threw a grenade with her bare toes, squealing:
  - The fox-politician takes away the opportunity of the crow-voter to live like a king!
  Alenka, continuing to fire her weapon and kicking the explosive packet with her bare heel, yelped:
  - There are fewer stars in the sky than interpretations of the Holy Scripture!
  Anyuta, shooting at the fascists, said:
  - The executioner in a red robe, more just, a politician with eloquence!
  Alla, continuing to fire, logically noted:
  - The executioner has a sharp axe, the politician has a sharp word, the first one cuts off heads, the second one drips on brains!
  Maria, continuing to accurately knock out the Fritzes, and throwing another gift of death with her bare toes, noted:
  - Sometimes chopping off heads is more humane than dripping on brains!
  Matryona, cutting down the fascists and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - If you let politicians get on your nerves, you'll tear your hair out in frustration!
  Alenka, shooting at the German general and piercing him through, said menacingly:
  - A politician's speeches are like water for brainwashing!
  Anyuta, shooting accurately at the enemy and throwing a grenade with her bare toes, said:
  - In what way is a politician the greatest God, in that he commits lawlessness!
  Alla, shooting at the Nazis and throwing an explosive package with her bare heel, said:
  - A politician always looks at a voter like a donkey with a fox-like gaze, in order to plow him!
  Maria, firing at the enemy and throwing a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes, blurted out:
  - A woman loves to expose her poor body in order to dress richer!
  Marusya fired a long burst, cutting down the line of Fritzes, and purred:
  - A barefoot woman will put shoes on a man faster, even if he is not quite a boot!
  Alenka, firing accurately at the Nazis, noted:
  - It's easier to persuade a man to buy you fashionable boots with a bare female heel!
  Anyuta fired from the grenade launcher and said:
  - To get herself fashionable shoes, a woman must "shoe" a man well!
  Alla, firing bursts at the Nazis and throwing a grenade to the toes of her bare foot, replied:
  - A woman who doesn"t know how to expose her leg in time will remain "shod" forever!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy and throwing an explosive package with her round heel, said:
  - By looking at women's bare legs too often, a man risks "shoeing" himself to the point of being a tramp!
  Marusya, firing accurately at the enemy and hitting a grenade with her bare knee, replied:
  - To avoid being left a tramp forever, you need to know when to take off your shoes!
  Alenka, continuing to shoot at the Nazis and knocking the wind out of them, wittily said:
  - A girl's bare foot is better than an occupier's tarpaulin boot!
  Anyuta, continuing to shoot with unquenchable accuracy, noted:
  - The strongest armor will not stand before the soft skin of a charming girl's sole!
  Alla, firing at the German invaders, said:
  - Women are very clever at reaching into a man's wallet with their bare feet!
  Maria, firing at the fascists with great accuracy and breaking their heads, noted:
  - The stickiest part of the female body for gold coins, bare feet and naked breasts!
  Marusya, continuing to fire without mercy at the fascists, said:
  - Sometimes a woman needs to take off her shoes so as not to fall on her knees before need!
  Alenka, accurately scribbling at the fascists and stacking them in piles, logically noted:
  - It's easier to bring a man to his knees with a bare foot!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, remarked aggressively:
  - Barefoot in time, never barefoot!
  Alla, beating the enemies and cutting down the opponents, muttered:
  - It is easier for a barefoot woman to climb to the golden peak!
  Maria also took a swipe at the fascists and purred:
  - You are a man of boots if you don"t love women"s legs!
  Marusya, firing at the Nazis and throwing a homemade package of explosives with her bare toes, which caused the Tiger to overturn, growled:
  - A woman with slender legs will make a man bend over in respect!
  Alenka fired at the fascists, mowed them down and said:
  - Bare toes, more dexterous than hands, when a woman takes coins out of the pocket of a "shod" man!
  Anyuta cut off the Fritzes and squeaked:
  - The most clever way for a woman to push a man under her heel is with her bare foot!
  Alla, shooting at the opponents and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, said:
  - It's easier for a beauty to tread the path to a man's heart with bare feet!
  Maria destroyed a German tank by throwing a grenade and squealed:
  - The bare feet of girls are more tenacious when climbing the Everest of a man's heart!
  Matryona also shot a murderous shot and said:
  - Taking off her shoes makes it easier for a woman to cross the desert of male indifference!
  Alenka hit the enemy with a captured bazooka and squealed:
  - If you're as dumb as a boot, you'll get caught up to the heel of even a tramp!
  Anyuta also fired a burst and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - A naked female foot makes a man fall into barefoot childhood!
  Red-haired Alla, having mowed down the fascists, chirped:
  - Most often, it is those who wear boots that fall into barefoot childhood!
  Maria took a shot at the Nazis and squealed:
  - If a girl has beautiful legs, it means she is not a tramp in life!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and cutting down the Nazis like sheaves of grain, barked:
  - A barefoot girl is better off than a shod old woman, a young cat is happier than an old lion!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists and throwing deadly gifts of death, said:
  - A woman best earns a reward with her bare chest, and fashionable shoes with her bare feet!
  Anyuta also beat the Nazis, mowed them down, and threw grenades with her bare feet and squealed:
  - A bare heel is the best protection for a woman from the thorns of male indifference!
  Alla, shooting at the enemies and cutting them down with automatic bursts, noted:
  - The strongest heel for a man is from a bare woman's foot!
  Maria, beating the opponents and firing from the grenade launcher, said:
  - A barefoot woman's heel will put on the most worn-out boot, guts and all!
  Matryona, knocking down the fascists, said wittily:
  - If you can't take off your shoes in time, you'll become a tramp!
  Alenka, writing about the fascists, noted:
  -If you're a blockhead, you'll only be able to hit yourself hard!
  Anyuta logically noted, beating the enemy and throwing a bag of explosives with her bare foot:
  - It's good to have a club, but it's bad to be a club!
  Alla, beating the Nazis and kicking a grenade with her bare heel, yelped:
  - Cast iron fists may help you survive, but a wooden head will lead to death!
  Maria quite logically noted, mowing down the fascists:
  - When the ruler does not have a king in his head, anarchy reigns in the country, and they sell in vain!
  Matryona, beating the Nazis rationally, noted:
  - A crown is not for the same head as a hat!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, logically noted:
  - Even a crown doesn't sit securely on an oak head!
  Anyuta, shooting very accurately at the fascists, said:
  - No matter how strong the oak is, the material for a head made from it is the most fragile!
  Alla, briskly shooting at the enemy, logically concluded:
  - He who hits the head with a club, gets hit on the head with a club!
  Maria, while beating her opponents, said:
  - The politician holds a wallet and a club in his hands, only his money is wooden and his club is paper!
  Marusya logically noted, throwing a lemon with her bare foot:
  - A bright head is the last thing that applies to gray hair!
  Matryona, crushing the fascists, noted:
  - You may not be a blonde, but it's beautiful to have a bright soul, girls can beat up evil people so that others can live happily!
  Alenka, shooting at the Nazis, squeaked:
  - You can't build a strong defense from oak trees on stumps alone!
  Anyuta, while shooting, logically noted:
  - If a politician is not a woodpecker, he will take shavings, not only from the stump voter!
  Alla said aggressively, knocking down the Germans:
  - Although the politician is not an eagle, he considers voters to be crows and woodpeckers!
  Maria, cutting down enemies, noted:
  - If you allow politicians to take shavings from you, then you are definitely a woodpecker!
  Matryona, mowing down the fascists, said:
  - A politician is a fox with his voters, but a hamster with himself!
  Marusya threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - A smart politician is like a fox in a henhouse, but a stupid one is like an elephant in a china shop!
  Alenka, crushing the Fritzes, said:
  - Order is established silently, but a politician creates chaos by talking!
  Anyuta, having scattered the fascists with a grenade, squeaked:
  - The politician talks a lot, especially when he wants to shut people's mouths!
  Alla noted aggressively, beating the Nazis:
  - Arguing with a politician is like treading water in a mortar, unless you tear a muscle of your tongue and lie for profit!
  Maria, crushing the enemies and throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A politician is a mix of a fox and a wolf, but he plays a lot of pigs!
  Matryona, shooting at the fascists, growled:
  - The more a politician is a fox, the more he acts like a pig!
  Marusya, mowing down the Fritzes, said:
  - Politics is a complete menagerie: wolves, hares, chickens, roosters and woodpeckers, but the fox is always elected king!
  Alenka, crushing the fascists, muttered:
  - A dictator who pretends to be a lion is a real pig!
  Anyuta noted aggressively, shooting down enemies with shots:
  - A politician can only pass for a lion if the voter is a complete donkey!
  Alla, beating the fascists out like dust from carpets, said:
  - A politician puts on sheep's clothing, but the only thing he has in common with a wolf is his bloodthirstiness, and he's a complete ram when it comes to intelligence!
  Maria threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - It is better to have a ruler who is a wolf in sheep's clothing than a ram in the guise of a lion!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy with the accuracy of Robin Hood, said:
  - A politician, like a sheep, bleats about peace, but his wolfish fangs rattle with war!
  Marusya, firing at the enemy, yelped:
  - A politician, in order to get the votes of voters, pours out his voice like a nightingale, but treats them like woodpeckers!
  Alenka, firing at the fascists, said:
  - If a politician's speech seems to you like a nightingale's trill, don't be a crow in this case!
  Anyuta wittily noted, knocking down the Nazis:
  - If a politician sings like a nightingale, it means he considers you suitable game!
  Alla, cutting down the fascists, noted:
  - Voter hunting differs from forest hunting in that the hunter makes as much noise as possible!
  Maria, shooting at the enemy, shouted:
  - A politician, unlike a pickpocket, makes a lot of noise when stealing, and when robbing, he takes it with flattery!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemy, gurgled:
  - A politician is also a god in a certain sense, but it"s better not to believe in him!
  Marusya confirmed:
  - The politician likes to promise voters the Moon, but he forgets to add that there is no life there except sand!
  Alenka, cutting down her opponents, muttered:
  - Woe does not come from intelligence, but from the lack of practical savvy!
  Anyuta, shooting at the enemy, squeaked:
  - All the troubles of the world are not from money, but from its lack in the required quantity!
  Alla, shooting at the enemy, said:
  - The tongue is given to a politician to hide his thoughts, but no amount of eloquence can hide his gray wretchedness!
  Maria remarked energetically, shooting at the Fritzes:
  - If iron goes into chains, there will be none left for swords, if silver spills into speeches, then there will be nothing to pay wages with!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy, muttered:
  - Does a politician have the gift of keeping promises? He does, but not the gift!
  Marusya, shooting at the Nazis, noted:
  - An elephant creates a big pile of shit, and a fox politician creates an even bigger mountain of verbal diarrhea!
  Alenka wittily noted, crushing the Nazis:
  - The politician pours out abundantly the sweet honey of speeches, drowning voters in verbal diarrhea!
  Anyuta, shooting at the opponents, said:
  - A politician's sweet speech is like a honey stream, only you swim along it into the garbage!
  Alla, shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - A politician can fulfill his promise only to make the voter believe in the impossible!
  Maria, firing very accurately, said:
  - There are many politicians in the elections, but there is no one to choose, some are stumps, some are logs, some are foxes, some are pigs, some are bears - out of frustration there is only one thing left to do - roar!
  Matryona fired at the fascists and noted:
  - A politician who often yells should have his ears boxed!
  Marusya, a fascist cut-off, noted:
  - A politician, unlike a nightingale, never sings for nothing and has the gift of a fox!
  Alenka chirped, baring her teeth:
  - A politician wants to become an eagle, but the voter never has the rights of a bird!
  Anyuta cooed, shooting the Germans with a sniper rifle:
  - Why do you have the rights of a bird? Because you are a woodpecker in your mind!
  Alla hissed with the aggression of a python:
  - The politician has many different songs, but they all have the same tune: choose me!
  Maria, cutting down the fascists, muttered:
  - The voter is like a bun, he runs away from the hare, the wolf, the bear, but the political fox still devours him!
  Matryona noted, cutting down the fascists:
  - A politician will count on the intelligence of a fly with sweet speeches, on the trill of a nightingale, on the intelligence of a woodpecker, but his pig essence is visible to the eye of a hawk!
  Marusya, fighting the fascists, adds with a grin:
  - A woman is also a good politician, and at least gives a chance that she will fulfill her promise of fidelity and give pleasure!
  So the girls heroically defend the city and give great hope.
  . CHAPTER #4.
  At the end of September and the beginning of October, the battles for Astrakhan were still going on, and the fascists were moving south along the Caspian Sea coast. The fascists were advancing inexorably... In the south, the Nazis captured the city of Ordzhonikidze and began storming Grozny.
  In this city, too, Soviet soldiers fought heroically.
  The battalion of girls, led by Tamara, showed desperate determination and courage.
  Tamara fired a burst from her machine gun and threw grenades with her bare toes, saying:
  - Glory to our Motherland USSR!
  Anna, shooting accurately at the fascists, and also throwing an explosive package with her bare heel, yelped:
  - Glory to heroism!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, yelped:
  - For the Motherland and honor!
  Victoria, shooting at the Fritzes and throwing a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes, roared:
  - Let's crush the Wehrmacht with heroism!
  Olympiada is a healthy girl, she gave a burst to the enemies, knocked out the Fritzes and forgave:
  - In the holy war, our victory will be!
  Tamara, shooting at the Nazis and again throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A soldier must have the strength of an oak, but not an oak head!
  The girls were firing. There were a lot of ruins around, the ruins were smoking. Explosion after explosion followed. Streams of smoke rose into the sky. Everything around was burning.
  Destruction on a massive scale.
  The beautiful, barefoot blonde Anna, as she throws a grenade, tearing apart the fascists, yelps:
  - In every oak tree there is a hollow, in every oak head there is a hole from which the brains flow out!
  Akulina, shooting at the enemy and throwing a grenade with her graceful, tanned, bare foot, squeaked:
  - If you are as smart as an oak, you will bend like an aspen!
  Victoria, this red-haired girl, also with bare, tanned, chiseled legs, squealed:
  - If you don't have the cunning of a fox, you'll be skinned alive!
  Olympiada, a healthy, tall, large, muscular blonde, fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - If you're as dumb as an oak, they'll fleece you!
  A boy crawled past them. He flashed his black heels and threw an explosive package at the Nazis. After which he squeaked:
  - A young soldier is better than a decrepit general!
  Tamara fired again. She threw a grenade of deadly force with her bare foot and yelped:
  - For each new suit of his, the politician fleeces the voters!
  Akulina, shooting at the enemies and grinning aggressively, growled:
  - If you're as smart as an oak tree, the hares will strip you like a linden tree!
  Anna, shooting at the enemy and throwing grenades with her bare foot, blowing up tanks, chirped:
  - A cunning fox will skin even a lion three times if he is a ram!
  Victoria, firing at the fascists and throwing up a deadly present with her bare heel, said:
  - If you don"t want to become a fox, you"ll whine like a hungry dog!
  Olympiada mowed down the Fritzes. Then she threw a grenade with her bare foot and squealed:
  - A politician is a fox, he guts voters-chickens in daylight!
  The roar of the cannonade grows louder. The fearsome "Sturmtigers" are going into battle. They are pounding with rocket launchers. And they are destroying entire buildings, crushing houses at once. And attack aircraft are circling in the sky. They are pounding with rockets, at Soviet positions. They are dropping bombs. Now you can see the "Panther"-2, a more advanced machine than the "Panther", with a powerful 88-millimeter cannon.
  The German vehicle has a narrower turret, smaller dimensions, and a squatter body. Such a monster, if it hits, hits. And most importantly, it is not too heavy, with a more powerful engine of 900 horsepower.
  Tamara threw a grenade at the Panther-2 with her bare foot and cooed:
  - If you become as dumb as a stump, you will be fleeced, not only by the cunning foxes, but also by the cowardly hares!
  Anna, firing at the fascists and mowing down opponents, throwing grenades with her bare feet, wrote:
  - Even an eagle can be made to look like a wet chicken by a cunning fox!
  Akulina, cutting down the enemies and piercing them through with precise shots, said:
  - A man dreaming of the role of a lion often becomes a donkey ploughed by a fox!
  Victoria, cutting down her opponents with bursts and throwing something deadly with her bare feet, yelped:
  - A man has the ambitions of a lion, the stubbornness of a donkey, the clumsiness of a bear, the grace of an elephant, but a fox is always able to lasso him!
  Olympiada fired a burst at her opponent. She mowed him down like a lawn mower and growled:
  - A red fox, a politician of bloody color!
  The intensity of the battle was growing. The fascists were pounding the city with gas throwers, which were more powerful than the Katyusha. And it was very difficult to resist the Nazis. But the battalion of barefoot, half-naked girls fought with colossal enthusiasm. And the girls almost never died, the men suffered more.
  Tamara, firing at the fascists and throwing grenades with her bare toes, yelped:
  - A woman defeats strong men by playing on their weaknesses, a politician convinces weak voters by clearly outplaying them!
  Anna, cutting down the enemies and mowing them down with bullets, and at the same time kicking in an explosive packet with her bare heel, said:
  - A woman is the most cunning politician, she doesn"t need to study to be a fox, but she needs to be able to put on shoes while remaining barefoot!
  Akulina, cutting down her opponents with precise bursts and using her bare toes, barked:
  - A woman also loves youth, but the green of the dollar is dearer to her than the green age of the patron!
  Victoria, that red-haired bitch, fired a deadly burst, knocked out the line and squealed:
  - The greenery of a girl's youth attracts the green bills of men fattened by dollars!
  Olympiada, shooting at the enemies and throwing another treat with her bare foot, yelped:
  - Don't chase the green dollar, trouble has green eyes and a crispy shell!
  The battle becomes more and more brutal. Deadly shells fly. They explode and shred Soviet positions, turning over battery guns. And new planes fly, and assault guns roar. Clouds of dust rise into the sky.
  Tamara, firing mercilessly at the fascists, came up with a gem, having first thrown a grenade with her bare foot:
  - Believing in God, do not stoop to the level of an animal: man is not a submissive sheep, and not a stinking goat!
  Anna, fighting with the enemy and throwing gifts of death with her bare feet, noted:
  - Making money on people's faith is like pouring manure on gold, distrust will grow!
  Akulina, destroying the Panther, yelped aggressively:
  - If you believe in Sunday, don't let it get to seven Fridays in a week!
  Victoria, firing very accurately at the fascists and aggressively mowing them down, noted:
  - Belief in the eternal flames of hell boils the milk of superstition, from which the foam is skimmed off by the scoundrels of religion!
  Olympiada, the female hero, cutting down the Nazis and throwing grenades of colossal destructive power with her bare feet, noted:
  - Only stumps and oaks, allowing themselves to be stripped bare, believe in the hellish fire of eternal flame!
  Tamara fired a captured bazooka, flashed her bare heels and chirped:
  - What does the flame of the eternal hellfire glitter with? With the glitter of gold coins in the pockets of religious scoundrels!
  Anna, shooting at the enemy and cutting down the Nazis with colossal accuracy, said:
  - Scoundrels use God to fill their pockets, and they are deceived not only with an empty head!
  Akulina fired a burst at the enemy. She threw a grenade with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - Religious scoundrels skin sheep three times, break goats' horns, they only care about profit, and faith is for hack work!
  Victoria threw a sawdust bomb with her bare heel, blew up the enemy and squealed:
  - An honest priest is like a vegetarian wolf, only faith is always honest, and its use is selfish!
  Olimpiada fired a machine gun at the enemy. She mowed down the enemy and kicked a bunch of grenades with her bare heel, turning over the Lev tank. Then she yelled:
  - Any religion is a fairy tale, only the profits derived from this fantasy are truly fabulous in size!
  This is how girls fight bravely in the city of Grozny. And show themselves from the highest point of valor.
  And other girls defend Astrakhan with all their courage. And they also demonstrate the highest aerobatics and fortitude.
  The girls fight very well.
  Alenka threw a grenade with her bare foot, tore the fascists apart, and cooed, baring her teeth:
  - Those who allow themselves to be lied to will be forever hungry!
  Anyuta, mowing down the fascists with this, agreed:
  - You won't get enough of the bullshit!
  Alla fired a burst at the Nazis, threw a grenade with deadly force with her bare foot and yelped:
  - Noodles on the ears are a dish of the latest freshness that causes nausea!
  Maria wittily noted, baring her teeth and throwing an explosive package with her bare toes:
  - Whether this is God is unknown to anyone, but they constantly crucify man, as if he were a likeness of Christ!
  Marusya, while beating the Fritzes, went and yelped, grinning aggressively:
  - Man strives to master God's power, but so far he only receives a crucifixion that is not divine!
  Matryona fired a burst, mowed down the fascists and said, winking aggressively at her friends:
  - With his heart a person strives for good, with his mind for profit, and with his stomach for gluttony, and in the end, his legs tangle, he is dragged into a pit!
  And in Astrakhan, fierce battles are raging. The city on the Volga is a key point of Soviet defense. And here such furious battles are boiling. Like a boiling kettle.
  And heavy, murderous aircraft rush by. The Ju-288 is a very powerful machine. And it drops bombs with colossal persistence.
  Alenka squeals, firing a burst at the fascists, and throwing a grenade with her bare foot:
  - If a person has the intelligence of a gorilla, he will work like a horse and eat like a dog!
  Anyuta launched a deadly gift of death with her bare foot, smashed the fascists and yelped:
  - A man allows himself to be put under a collar, but in order to plow, he must be hit with the whip of coercion!
  Alla threw a lemon with her bare heel and muttered:
  - The politician has a big pocket, but he is just a worthless pickpocket!
  Maria, firing at her opponents, hissed:
  - A politician who promises voters the moon from the sky, having come to power, leaves behind a lunar landscape and a whine of hunger at the sun!
  Matryona, laughing loudly, remarked:
  - The devil in every politician urges him to take the place of the Almighty God, but the politician has very little talent!
  Marusya, shooting at the enemies and confidently mowing them down, noted:
  - Man strives to become omnipotent, but his moral progress does not make him better!
  The girls, as you can see, are extremely witty.
  And the war goes on its usual track. Jet aircraft are being tested in the Third Reich. And this is also a pretty serious argument in the dispute with the USSR.
  Hitler, of course, is not very pleased. The war drags on, and Russia stubbornly resists, although it also gives in. The battles rage as if in the mouth of a volcano.
  The end of October. Kalmykia is completely captured, and the Nazis are advancing through Dagestan.
  The fascists' successes, though modest, are constant. The Black Sea Fleet is on the verge of destruction.
  Here is a whole team on a destroyer made up of girls. A beautiful crew, to say the least. Girls in striped shirts and running barefoot, flashing their round heels.
  Alice, the destroyer commander, confidently orders an attack on the fascist cruiser. She launches a torpedo and remarks:
  - In war, as in a good theater, the next act is unpredictable, tears will definitely be shed!
  Andriana, her partner, commanded a whole brood of girls. They ran around, flashing their bare, round heels, and squealed. They aimed the mine apparatus.
  Andriana roared:
  - I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine -
  Lighting the way for communism!
  Veronica, having fired a cannon at the Nazis, purred:
  - In war it's like in a movie: the action is captivating, it's never boring, but, alas, it really does kill!
  A destroyer with barefoot, tanned, slender, very beautiful girls jumps from side to side. It is thrown like a feather.
  Alice, stamping her chiseled, bare feet, yelped:
  - If you are not easy-going, you will rest easy in war!
  Adriana, shooting accurately from the cannon, noted:
  - A girl who can fight is a knight!
  Alice corrected, firing:
  - No, she is a hero!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. And showed their tongues. And the legs of the beauties, so graceful, and leave traces of blood on the deck. Powerful girls.
  And naked, their heels are so round and graceful.
  Alice remembered how she was captured, and the fascists stroked her sole with a thin, red-hot whip. Here you are, almost naked, hanging on the rack. Your bare feet are clamped in a stock. And you are tickled with red-hot rods. And here is a red iron being cauterized to a scarlet nipple.
  Alice was tortured and tormented for several days. But the girl managed to escape.
  She told the guard officer that she knew a place on the sea where they had thrown a container with gold that had been evacuated from Sevastopol. The fascist fell for it.
  Well, Alice, despite all the torture, remained cheerful. They unchained her and put her in a boat with her hands tied. And with her bare feet, slightly burnt on the rack, she was able to take a pistol in her hands and shoot two fascists. Then she untied the ropes and swam away. She did it skillfully. And she earned the respect of the girls.
  The special department tried to pick on her, but Alisa threatened the special department with causing an accident and hanging her on a branch. They chickened out.
  Alice is a very feisty girl...
  She even wittily concluded:
  - The executioner loves an axe as a weapon, but in battle he has an axe-like skill!
  Andriana agreed with this, slapping her chiseled feet:
  - You can still make soup from an axe, but what is written with a heroic pen cannot be cut out with an executioner's axe!
  Juliana is a very beautiful girl. She only has a thin strip of striped fabric on her chest and panties. But she is so wonderful and beautiful. All the girls on the destroyer have bare feet, and they are very seductive.
  When Germans are taken prisoner, they are forced to kiss the girls' round, bare heels. And the prisoners obediently do this. And they lick the girls' heels, and kiss them with great pleasure.
  Juliana sang:
  - We are not evil robbers,
  And we don"t want to kill...
  But my bare heels ache,
  I want to punch everyone in the face!
  The girls, of course, are able to savor any success.
  Andriana stamped her bare heels and said:
  - Oh, new frontiers, don't make me laugh!
  Alice agreed:
  - The possibilities are endless for those who do not set limits for themselves!
  Veronica slapped her bare feet, clinked her bare heels, and bared her teeth and said:
  - Even the strongest person cannot handle overwhelming ambitions!
  Andriana wittily noted, baring her teeth and firing her cannon:
  - Man is far from God, because he is not far from the macaque in his imitation of nature!
  Veronica, crushing the streams of advancing Nazis with precise shots, muttered:
  - A politician is a god in his ambitions, a face in his methods, and an outright pig in using the results!
  Soviet girls fight well. But of course there are German girls, too, and they are also beauties in bikinis and barefoot.
  For example, Gerda is a rare fighter.
  She and her partners sat down on the newest tank, the Panther-2.
  The girls shoot at Soviet troops and cry.
  We are evil she-wolves, it is not for us to retreat!
  And they wink their eyes....
  Gerda, using her bare toes, hit the Russian soldiers and squealed with pleasure:
  - He who is not a wolf in life is skinned three times, he who is not a fox in mind is gutted like a chicken!
  Charlotte also fired a precise shell, penetrating the Soviet tank, shattering the armor and yelping:
  -The wolf is always hungry, man is always dissatisfied, and a politician cannot say a word of truth!
  Christina, shooting very accurately at the enemy and hitting Russian tanks with a lethal shell, noted:
  - The fox has valuable fur, but the fox's assurances to politicians are worth nothing!
  Magda took the weapon and aimed it at the enemy, fired with her bare toes and muttered:
  - There is more milk from a goat than from a politician who is a ram in mind!
  Gerda, continuing to shoot accurately at the Soviet vehicles, noted:
  - In elections, politicians are like between the plague and cholera, although politicians are much more contagious in their schizophrenia!
  Charlotte, having fired at the T-34 and blown off the turret, declared:
  - The politician has a wolf's nose for profit, but he himself is a pig ready to be gutted!
  Christina deftly launched the projectile with her bare toes and said:
  - A politician is a ram that strives for the lion's throne, and having reached the top, turns into a fox that guts the voters-chickens!
  Magda noted aggressively, sending the Soviet self-propelled gun a gift of death with her bare toes:
  - They don"t trust politicians, but they vote, they don"t understand music, but they listen to it willingly, they don"t eat noodles, but they willingly stick them on their ears!
  And their "Panther"-2 works very actively. And sends projectiles very accurately.
  The German machine crushes all Soviet tanks very confidently.
  Gerda shoots and sings:
  - One, two, three - tear the councils apart!
  Charlotte fires very accurately, hits her opponents and whistles:
  - We are the strongest in the world!
  Christina, firing with her bare toes, having penetrated the thirty-four, added:
  - We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  Magda hit the enemy and blurted out:
  - The Fatherland does not believe in tears!
  Gerda squeaked:
  - And we'll give the evil oligarchs a good whack on the brains!
  Charlotte wittily noted, hitting a Soviet howitzer with a shell:
  - Gold is only beautiful in appearance, in fact, humanity has always suffered from this metal and become arrogant!
  Christina, shooting at the enemies, expressed herself wittily:
  - By exposing her breasts, it is easier for a woman to rip three skins off a man!
  Magda, shooting at her opponents, made an original remark:
  - The bare feet of girls put men in galoshes!
  The girls on the tank are of course graceful. And the pilots are the coolest among the Fritzes.
  Albina and Alvina are the most fearsome aces in the universe. They have already reached the number of five hundred downed planes each. Only Marseille is ahead of them. He was awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross for the five hundredth plane of the Soviet Navy. But Albina and Alvina began fighting much later, and therefore will soon overtake Marseille.
  Albina and Alvina received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds for the five hundredth aircraft.
  And now they are fighting with red pilots.
  Albina presses the buttons with her bare toes, shoots down five Soviet planes at once and squeals:
  - If a man is a boot in his mind, then he will always sit in a galosh!
  Alvina, firing at Russian planes and shooting them down with her bare toes, noted:
  - A woman's foot, exposed at the right time, will put you in the galosh of any boot!
  Albina, firing very accurately at the Soviet vehicles, responded wittily, baring her teeth:
  - A man who often looks at bare female legs is sitting in a galosh!
  And both girls, having knocked down a couple more Yaks, squealed:
  - A bare female foot, fits well under the heel and fits perfectly into the galosh!
  The warriors can be seen here at a great height.
  But if there are magnificent German pilots, then there will also be wonderful Soviet Komsomol girls.
  Which fight with great force. And also successfully shoot down the hordes of the Third Reich.
  Anastasia Vedmakova took it and, using her bare toes, knocked down the German and squealed:
  - A man is ready to turn himself inside out in order to rip a girl's shoes off!
  Akulina Orlova, while shooting at the Nazis, wittily noted:
  - With a bare woman's heel you can turn any boot inside out!
  Anastasia also hit the Fritzes and squealed:
  - A woman's bare foot will turn any man inside out, even if he is the last boot!
  Akulina Orlova, shot down a Focke-Wulf and hissed, baring her beautiful teeth;
  - If you want to turn a man inside out, take off your shoes; if you want to put him in a galosh, expose your heel!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  War rages in the universe,
  Destroying and killing without reason...
  Satan has broken loose from his chains -
  And death came with him!
  
  And who will stop the flow,
  Bloody and furious rivers...
  A laser beam will hit your temple,
  And in a flash the man disappeared!
  
  And such chaos,
  Flooded the universe...
  The sad lot of humanity,
  Endure pain, suffering!
  The girls may be partly right. War is not happiness. But at the same time it is entertainment.
  Two German novice pilots, Eva and Gertrud, fight in attack modifications of the Focke-Wulf. They attack Soviet ground targets from the air.
  Eva, firing and releasing a rocket, notes:
  - Why is childhood barefoot? Because a woman's bare foot makes men lose their heads, as if they were boys!
  Gertrude fired the rocket, pressing her bare heel on the pedal and smashing the Soviet army bunker, and squeaked:
  - The desire to see a naked woman makes a man turn inside out!
  Eva hit again, hit the T-34, breaking through the turrets and wittily remarked:
  - To undress a woman, you first need to put her shoes on properly!
  Gertrude hit her opponent with the bare, round heel of her graceful foot and noted:
  - Having undressed at the right time, a business woman will skin a man alive!
  Eva fired a rocket at the Soviet bunkers and said:
  - A woman who undresses in time will not become a tramp and will thoroughly cheat a man!
  Gertrude, having hit the Soviet troops with a lethal weapon, confirmed:
  - A barefoot woman will put a boot on a man, put him in a galosh, turn him inside out and make him the last tramp!
  Here, of course, the girls have logic that you can't go against it. And the girls fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  And they love handsome young men, and in general those who are simply super.
  And if they start singing, they will kill a hundred men!
  These are girls, worthy on both sides and very beautiful, so that men really turn inside out!
  . CHAPTER #5.
  The city of Grozny, completely surrounded by Nazi troops, fell in early November 1943. The battalion with the girls broke out of the cauldron and retreated to Shali.
  There were already mountains, rough terrain, and it became easier to hold the line. German tanks weighed quite a lot, especially the Maus, and it was not at all convenient to fight them in the mountains. The T-3 tank had already been taken out of production, but the T-4 in a modernized version was still being produced. Although it was morally obsolete. But it could still fight against the T-34-76. And fight well. Its gun was even more powerful and had a higher muzzle velocity than the T-34.
  Tamara and the girls fought in Shali. The girls tried to hold this very large mountain village - a real city.
  The beauties fought very bravely.
  Tamara threw a grenade with her bare foot, fired a burst and cooed:
  - For the Motherland USSR!
  Anna opened fire on the fascists. A lighter T-4 tried to climb the slope. The girl threw a grenade with her bare foot, knocked out the Hitlerite machine and squeaked:
  - For our motherland!
  Akulina, firing at the Fritzes and with her bare heel, handed over the deadly one wrapped in foil, and yelped:
  - The Motherland is always holy!
  Veronica, shooting at the enemy and throwing lemons with her bare toes, said:
  - For Russia of giants!
  Olympiada, this giant woman, also threw a grenade at the Nazis with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - For communism!
  Tamara, firing accurately at the Nazis and cutting them down like wood shavings, said:
  - The more oaks there are in the army, the stronger our defense!
  Anna noted, baring her teeth and shooting at the fascists with colossal accuracy and fury:
  "I will destroy you all."
  The "Lion" tank, a large machine with a long gun barrel. It has the latest 105-millimeter gun, the barrel length is 100 EL. And it turns out to be a very long gun. And this trunk sticks out with lethal force.
  Akulina shoots a bazooka at the fascists and screams:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Victoria also fires and roars:
  - Glory to the heroes of Russia!
  Olympiada confirms this by shooting at the Nazis and throwing a grenade with her bare toes:
  - Greatest glory!
  The girls are phenomenal, and very nice. And their coolness is colossal.
  Tamara, shooting at the enemy and baring her teeth, says:
  - For Russia and freedom until the end!
  Anna, firing at the enemy, aggressively says, throwing a grenade with her bare toes:
  - Let's make our hearts beat in unison!
  And winks at his partners.
  Akulina will also fire a burst, mow down her opponents, and roar:
  - For my victories through the roof!
  Akulina Petrovskaya is not an ordinary girl. She had to endure a lot. In particular, she was caught stealing and was under arrest. She also went through a juvenile colony. Well, no matter, she survived. She walked barefoot through snowdrifts, but only became healthier and stronger.
  Victoria fights with frenzied fury. She fired a burst at the enemy. The Fritzes fell, knocked down. Then she threw a grenade with her bare toes. The motorcycle flipped over.
  The girl cooed:
  - For the mighty frontiers!
  Olimpiada fights with a very wild sense of rage. Her blows are strong and crushing. She is truly a monster girl. And so she thrashes her opponents. So she actively exterminates the fascists. She does not give them the slightest chance.
  The Olympics roars at the top of their lungs:
  - Glory to this space communism!
  Tamara, shooting at the fascists, roars:
  - Glory to Lenin's communism!
  Anna fires at the enemies and squeals:
  - For the USSR!
  Akulina mows down enemies and growls, squeals:
  - For the highest level of aerobatics!
  Victoria, shooting at the fascists, yelped:
  - For the most phenomenal victories!
  Olympiada, crushing Hitler's tank, muttered:
  - For communism of the USSR!
  Tamara also fires. She shoots very accurately, covering the opponents with precise bursts. She mows down like a scythe and squeals:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  Anna, shooting at the fascists and cutting them down with precise swings of her scythe, exclaims:
  - Great glory to the heroes!
  And she throws grenades with her bare toes. Now that's a woman.
  Akulina, cutting down the Fritzes, roars aggressively:
  - For communism!
  And twitches his muscular body.
  Victoria also beats up the fascists. And with her bare toes she throws deadly presents at her opponents and squeals:
  - For the greatness of the world!
  Olympiada also shoots at the enemies. Knocks them out like fluff with a club and roars:
  - Glory to great communism!
  And with his bare toes he throws a grenade with deadly force, tearing apart his enemies.
  So the five took on the enemies, and began to mow them down, and began to exterminate them, and grind them up.
  The Germans were stopped and got bogged down. Things got tough here, and they started squabbling.
  Here the gas throwers are firing and acting aggressively. And they are destroying Soviet positions.
  The Sturmtiger also fires from a distance at the enemy, the Red Army.
  The German girls aim the self-propelled gun "Bear" and hit the enemy with it. And they really hit him hard. And the shell weighing one and a half hundred kilograms tears apart Soviet trenches and bunkers.
  Warrior Frida roars:
  - For our greatest Third Reich!
  And winks at his partners. After which the barefoot fascist girls fire again.
  And it flies roaring and destructive. And when it hits, a whole funnel of earth boiling from the heat is formed.
  Yes, the Germans are getting the Soviet troops in full. One of the very first TA-152 aircraft is flying in the sky. A multi-purpose machine, like the Focke-Wulf, but more advanced, fast, maneuverable with powerful weapons and armor. It can be used both as a fighter and as an attack aircraft.
  For Soviet troops, the vehicle could, frankly speaking, become a big problem.
  Helga flies on a TA-152 and attacks a couple of Soviet tanks that are trying to approach Shali. The girl fires accurately. She breaks through the roof of the first T-34 and roars:
  - I am a fighting beauty!
  And then it attacks the second car, which is trying to accelerate. But gearboxes are not so easy to change.
  The TA-152 penetrates this victim with its 37mm cannon.
  Helga responded by singing:
  - It carried me away, carried me away somewhere, carried me away!
  And she winked at herself... Here a Yak-9 is trying to attack her. The German girl easily shoots it down by pressing the trigger with her bare foot and confidently winks, saying:
  - I'm really super!
  Helga is obviously a girl with great aplomb. And she conducts bloody experiments on her enemies.
  And if it hits, it will be so bad that no one will feel bad.
  Helga shoots at the Soviet vehicles and squeals:
  - Well, why? It"s impossible to live wisely!
  And with her bare heels she hits the steering wheel. Now that's a girl - a girl to all girls.
  And if he starts roaring...
  Albina and Alvina in the sky are also very active and combative warriors.
  And the girls think, crashing Russian planes, that life is good and that it"s good to live.
  And with their bare toes they aim aircraft guns at their targets. Soviet machines will not survive. And the girls beat them like that. They don't give them the slightest chance.
  Yes, there were fighting girls,
  Yes, they say something else...
  They attacked Russia boldly,
  Literally Satan!
  Albina is a warrior of the battle order and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - I"ll be great, I"ll be me! Super champion!
  And with his bare heel he will hit the keyboard and tear his opponents into small pieces.
  Alvina, shooting at her opponents, roars at the top of her lungs:
  - And who will we find in the forest,
  And who will we find in the forest...
  We won't joke about that,
  we'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  And with her bare heel she will add the enemy into a deadly embrace. This girl is the coolest girl of all girls!
  A warrior of the most combative hackwork. And so warlike and aggressive as a panther.
  And the big German cats are on the attack. They are storming Astrakhan. And destroying the houses of Soviet soldiers in large numbers.
  And they die, but do not surrender. Such are the stubborn battles that rage.
  Gerda, of course, is at the forefront of the attack and ready to fight. So she shoots, very much like a female Robin Hood in a bikini. And she's a total badass.
  And if she also sticks a scarlet nipple in the guy"s mouth.
  Her "Panther"-2 works. By the way, the girls with the 75-mm 100 EL cannon saddled a slightly different modification of the tank. It is penetrating and more rapid-fire. And the stock of shells is larger than in the 88-mm cannon.
  Gerda shoots using her bare toes and squeals:
  - One, two, three... Tear it up with napalm!
  Charlotte also fired after her and yelped:
  - Four, eight, five - let"s play quickly!
  Christina fired, penetrating the Soviet tank, and chirped:
  - We will boldly go into battle for the power of the Nazis...
  Magda fired with her bare feet and chirped aggressively:
  - And we will kill them all - all the communists!
  The girls act extremely and madly aggressively. And their "Panther"-2 turns over a Soviet howitzer with a precise shot.
  The girls giggle and sing:
  - Glory to our world...
  And Elizaveta in her T-34 carries out a wild attack. And with her bare heel she presses the trigger. And knocks down the enemy, squealing:
  - Let there be communism!
  With her bare toes, Catherine sends a deadly projectile, pierces the enemy, and squeals at the top of her lungs:
  - For a great Russia!
  Elena fired at the fascists. The shell hit the Panther's forehead and ricocheted.
  The girl barked:
  - We will have communism!
  Euphrasiya also hit the enemy using her bare toes. She penetrated the T-4 and yelped:
  - Glory to communism!
  These are the fighting girls. And the way they shoot, the shells fly very beautifully, and the T-34 itself is moving. And try to hit something on the move from a machine like that. It's extremely difficult.
  But the girls get in, and they fight in bikinis and use bare feet. The warriors are beautiful and wonderful.
  And if they do hit, it won't seem like a little to anyone. And they send shells with wild fury.
  Elizabeth, using her bare toes to shoot at the enemy and knock down enemies, chirped:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism! Glory to our Fatherland!
  Ekaterina also fired, using her bare toes, hitting the Fritzes and squealing:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  Elena, shooting at her opponents, responded aggressively, baring her pearly teeth and winking with her sapphire eyes:
  - Glory to our space communism!
  Euphrasia, shooting at the enemy, hitting him with colossal, phenomenal accuracy, said:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin - hurray!
  The girls are clearly dashing and can do anything...
  Now it"s already December 1943.
  Alenka and her team also fight in Astrakhan and still hold out there. The heroine fights.
  Alenka fires a burst, mows down a line of Nazis, then throws a gift of death with her bare toes and roars:
  - A man is similar to a gibbon, only, unfortunately, more often in intellect than in potency!
  Anyuta, firing at the enemy and cutting down the enemies, kicked the explosive packet with her bare heel and squealed:
  - The man has the stubbornness of a donkey, the ambitions of a lion, but in reality he is a goat!
  Alla, firing accurately at the Fritzes, squeaked:
  - A man for a woman is like a sloppy place for a cow, you can"t do without him, but it"s disgusting to approach him!
  Maria, shooting at the fascists, wittily replied:
  - What do a man and a toilet in a women's restroom have in common? Women only bleat at men!
  Marusya, cutting down the Nazis and throwing grenades with her bare toes, yelped:
  - A woman is a cunning fox that can swallow any lion like a rabbit!
  Matryona, mowing down the fascists and knocking down the mercenaries with her bare toes, muttered:
  - A woman needs a man like a whipping boy, if he doesn"t beat a man, there will be no life!
  Alenka, firing at the Fritzes, yelped:
  - A woman needs men like a pig needs horns, but a fur coat given by men is precious!
  And the barefoot team of girls laughed, baring their teeth and throwing grenades with their bare toes.
  The warrior girls are dashing. Fighting is their element, fighting is their element!
  It seems they are not going to give up Astrakhan. The girls here are really combative.
  The Third Reich's military forces are colossal. The new tank divisions are so powerful. Tank production is increasing. There are no bombings, and it is possible to supply labor from the Italian, French, Belgian, and Dutch possessions in Africa.
  And also from Africa to extract oil, tungsten, many elements, including uranium.
  That is, new tanks are being stamped out. In particular, the appearance of the "Panther"-2, better protected and more heavily armed, with a more powerful engine, has a significant impact on the course of the war.
  There are more and more tanks and planes. The work on the Ju-488 is already being completed. The first serial aircraft of the Third Reich with four engines. Very powerful and fast. Its highlight is the relatively small wing area, due to which the bomber can fly at a speed of 700 kilometers per hour. This means that Soviet fighters will definitely not catch up with it.
  So the USSR has a new problem brewing. The Red Army's forces are really running out. Schoolchildren are being put to work. Teenagers from the age of fourteen are already fighting, practically officially. The boys are, of course, nimble, and generally good fighters. At a young age, it is even easier to hide and climb a tree. And military skills are mastered faster. Teenagers fight no worse than adults, it is harder to hit them. And psychologically, it is more difficult to shoot children.
  The Germans have quite a lot of female snipers, and it would be awkward and embarrassing for any female to shoot fighters who are too young...
  Yes, they started to call up people in the USSR from the age of fourteen. And they also put pensioners under arms. There were more and more women in the troops. The fair sex was especially willingly accepted into tank and air forces, and into snipers. Women are good snipers. And since they are usually shorter than men, it is more convenient for them to fight in tanks, and aviation too. Teenagers often fought in tanks. It should be noted that boys and women have more sensitive skin, and their planes and tanks are less likely to be hit than those of adult men. Teenagers are also good as snipers. A boy can crawl through a narrow gap, camouflage himself, or climb a tree. Often, fighters under fourteen years old began to appear in the army.
  War devours human resources. And the territory under the control of the USSR is becoming less and less. And they still have to fight off the numerous Japanese infantry. And the samurai tanks are not bad, especially self-propelled guns. They also have a medium tank in the series, comparable in strength to the T-34, and even stronger in frontal armor.
  So it is dangerous to underestimate Japan. And to fight it, you need soldiers.
  Stalin is nervous and increasingly enraged. On December 25, 1943, an order was issued that family members of those who surrendered would be shot, including children from the age of twelve, and the younger ones would be sent to labor colonies.
  The blocking detachments were used more and more often. And they shot more actively and used torture.
  Stalin was becoming simply unbearable. Beria was the first to try to negotiate a separate peace with the Nazis. But Hitler did not want peace. He wanted to conquer the USSR completely. Especially while the allies were beyond his control and reach.
  The Third Reich was developing jet aircraft. First of all, the ME-262, but this fighter needed more reliable engines so as not to crash too often.
  The Arado bomber and the Ju-287 project also seemed promising.
  The newest TA-152 showed itself quite well in practice, as a multi-purpose machine and very fast. In general, the German military was stronger in the air for now. Moreover, the Soviet Yaks and Laggies, due to the lack of aluminum, were heavier and less maneuverable than the standard machines. So the quality of Soviet aviation fell to a critical level. The ME-309 with its powerful armament, even taking into account the problems with maneuverability, coped well with Soviet machines, displacing the ME-109. And the TA-152 should have replaced the Focke-Wulf.
  So the Germans are more or less playing hockey... But work on the technology was underway.
  For example, the first tank with a new layout scheme promised to be the "Lev"-2. By placing the transmission and engine in one block at the front of the tank, and moving the turret back, the Germans saved on the kadar shaft and reduced the height of the vehicle. As a result, the "Lev"-2 turned out to be much lighter, and therefore faster.
  Due to the difficulties of wartime, the USSR almost stopped producing heavy tanks, almost everything in the series was unified according to the T-34-76. So the fascists in the project to create a new main tank, were no longer going to make the side armor too thick. And the "Lion" could fit into fifty-five tons, with an engine of 1200 horsepower. However, the weight of the tank "Lion"-2 could be reduced even more, due to a decrease in the caliber of the gun. The previous one clearly became excessive. Moreover, the thirty-fours had low- quality armor, and even the 37-millimeter, morally obsolete German gun began to penetrate them.
  Stalin was clearly freaking out... And he was throwing thunder and lightning... But he couldn't do anything...
  On New Year's Eve, the Germans began an assault on the still unoccupied part of Astrakhan in the Volga delta. The presence of numerous river obstacles, difficult terrain, and the proximity of the Caspian Sea allowed the Red Army to prolong the defense of Astrakhan and hold it even better than Stalingrad. Moreover, Soviet girls showed unparalleled heroism.
  And in the Caucasus, especially in winter, it is very difficult to advance through the mountains. True, the Germans went along the more convenient coast of the Caspian Sea. Makhachkala became the line where the Soviet troops, gathering all their forces into a fist, tried to stop the fascists.
  But there was a shortage of ammunition, which was only delivered by sea...
  Tamara fought desperately with her barefoot battalion of girls.
  The warriors fought stubbornly and showed unparalleled heroism and the greatest courage.
  And they fought almost naked in winter and frost.
  Tamara threw a grenade with her bare foot and fired a burst, mowing down the opponents and squealed:
  - For the USSR!
  Anna also threw a grenade with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For communism!
  Akulina fired a well-aimed burst, knocked out the enemies and yelped:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  Victoria hit the enemy, began to mow down the enemy, cutting off his beard like a razor, and muttered:
  - The USSR will stand!
  Olympiada, firing at the enemy and throwing an explosive packet with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  This is how girls fight. They act desperately and with colossal determination.
  Tamara noted while shooting:
  - The devil won't take them, and then we will take them!
  The fights here are brutal and at the same time constructive....
  Anastasia Vedmakova fights in the sky... Her face even twists with rage, and she squeals:
  - Long live the era of communism!
  And with his bare toes he points an aircraft cannon at the target and shoots down enemy planes, after which he squeals:
  - For your work successes!
  Akulina Orlova, knocking down her opponents, confidently roars, baring her teeth:
  - For such great communism, throughout the entire planet!
  The pilot shouts:
  - Even children know us!
  And with his bare toes he aims an aircraft cannon at the target, and destroys the enemy, and squeals:
  - In the name of the era of communism!
  The girl, let's be honest, is a terminator and a scorching flame. No volcano can compare to her.
  Akulina Orlova sang:
  - For several days now, I have been dreaming about faith in God, I am so lazy, I don"t want to pray!
  And she winked aggressively at the beauties.
  There are fights here...
  And the girls' planes are outdated. And this is their significant disadvantage. And they are also heavy and not very maneuverable...
  One of the boys who fought was shot down and did not have time to jump out with a parachute. And this is, of course, his colossal feat.
  The girls are fighting in the air and are cheerful...
  Albina and Alvina fight on good ME-309 fighters and, of course, actively collect scores.
  The girls are very proud of their achievements...
  Albina shot down a Soviet plane with the help of her graceful, bare foot and squealed:
  - For our eagles!
  Alvina mowed down three Russian vehicles with one burst and yelped:
  - For our falcons!
  The girls got down to business with gusto... And they also love torturing Russian soldiers.
  Here a boy pilot of about fourteen was captured. And they fried his beautiful baby round heels. And then they started pouring ice water on him naked.... Then boiling water, and ice water again.
  These are the fighting beauties...
  Albina sang:
  -For our fangs, claws, teeth, fists!
  Alvina screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - They really want a good fight!
  And the girls continued to perform miracles with their bare toes and shoot down Soviet planes.
  However, the Russian pilots responded to them too. Alisa and Angela had just transferred to the Yak-9. And they started beating the Germans and singing while doing so;
  You are the embodiment of a valiant country,
  Comrade Lenin and Comrade Stalin...
  In the USSR all people are truly equal,
  And fists made of cast iron and steel!
  
  Lenin is not afraid of the beast Adolf,
  Now Vladimir is the leader, Comrade Stalin...
  We hit the Fritzes right on the head,
  All the Nazis were torn apart at once!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  Great, boundless Fatherland...
  All nations are one family,
  We will soon live under communism!
  
  Let's make our country stronger,
  Let Russia quickly turn green...
  We'll hit the fascist in the forehead more accurately,
  And believe me, our power does not turn to stone!
  
  And Jesus as a leader is quite great,
  He is our Lord, and the White God of the Universe...
  And the Fuhrer will be beaten very badly,
  After all, our prowess has become unchanged!
  
  Yes, for the sake of our holy Motherland,
  We will fight Fritz with all our might...
  A girl runs barefoot through the snow,
  She wants to fight in furious anger!
  
  Yes, Stalin has now become the Soviet leader,
  So great, so brave, so skillful...
  Don't touch Russia, enemy of communism,
  Although the power of Lucifer is with you!
  
  We can get Hitler, believe me,
  Even though he is endowed with demonic power...
  One Hitler is a beast of prey,
  Although, to be honest, the Fritzes are not morons!
  
  In short, we fighters will enter Berlin,
  Lenin, aka Stalin, will be with us there...
  We'll easily tear apart the fascists like puppies,
  And believe me, our strength will not diminish!
  . CHAPTER #6.
  The new year 1944 has arrived... Despite the very difficult situation at the fronts, work was underway in the USSR to create new equipment. In particular, great hopes were associated with the IS-2 tank and its powerful armament. The 122-millimeter gun could become a powerful argument in the war with the Nazis. Hopes were also associated with the T-34-85 with a more powerful gun, a large turret, but the same hull and chassis.
  The situation with aircraft was worse. The Yak-3 could not go into production due to a shortage of high-quality duralumin, and the LAGG-7 could not be produced without a decline in production due to its new engine.
  So Stalin decided that for now the main Soviet fighter would remain the Yak-9 and LAGG-5, and the IL-2 attack aircraft - easy to produce and durable. And in tanks, a gradual transition to the T-34-85 and IS-2.
  Although so that there is no decline in production...
  And the front was cracking at the seams, the Germans were capturing the Caucasus. Makhachkala had fallen, and they were already approaching the borders of Azerbaijan!
  Here Tamara fought with her women's battalion. Again the girls in rags from their tunics and barefoot fought against superior enemy forces.
  Tamara fired a burst at the fascists, mowing down some of the enemies. Then, with her bare toes, she threw a grenade of deadly force and chirped:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Anna shot at the Nazis very accurately. And with her bare toes she threw lethal grenades, tearing her opponents to pieces.
  After which she yelled:
  - Glory to communism!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, cut off the fascist infantry. She cut down the Fritzes by throwing a grenade with her bare feet and squeaked:
  - For Russia, our great mother!
  Victoria, shooting at the enemy and throwing grenades at him with her bare foot, noted:
  - For the great Motherland!
  Olympiada, also firing a machine gun, yelped:
  - Glory to the times of great communism!
  The girls are great fighters...
  They fight like beauties should...
  Tamara, fighting, remembered the beginning of the war. How she had to run away from the German troops. She heard the booming sounds of gunfire then. The girl was running away from the cannonade. Her friend Tatyana was caught by the Germans, and they took her new shoes, tore off her jewelry and earrings. And they drove her barefoot into captivity... Tatyana was the daughter of the regional committee secretary, and she did not often have to go without shoes. It was a humiliation of pride, to go barefoot like a commoner, and it hurt her tender soles. The girl's feet were bleeding and she moaned with every step.
  Tamara was also wearing new boots that had been given to her, and from the long walk her heels had been chafed. So she took off her boots and went barefoot. She was a girl from a village that had served in Ukraine. Her feet had walked on mountain slopes as a child. And this, of course, was nothing compared to the roads of the plain. True, the calluses had already come off her soles, and it was not so comfortable to walk. But her feet quickly became rough again. And she hardly suffered.
  But Tatyana soon got her legs so smashed that she could no longer walk. The Germans would have shot her, but they took pity on the beauty. They put her on a cart, but in return they made her sing. Tatyana had a pleasant voice, and sang them several politically neutral songs.
  Tamara didn't know what happened to her next. She herself walked through the forest, felt the bumps, lumps, twigs with her bare feet, and she even enjoyed it. When you walk on sharp mountain stones, even your calloused soles, if you walk for a long time, become prickly and painful. And it's even more unpleasant to walk on thorns. When these dig into your soles, it becomes much more painful, even for the girl's rough soles.
  Tamara was overcome by fatigue and hunger during the campaign. The girl ate berries, and it was not enough. And the Germans were rapidly advancing. In the Ukrainian forests, Tamara, who was used to living in the mountains, did not really find her way around. She got lost and found herself deep in the rear.
  And so, like a cornered cat in the forest. Then the girl caught the Germans on a motorcycle. They stopped the car with a sidecar to get some water. And Tamara got to the machine gun, and she started cutting at the enemy. And she cut uncertainly, but accurately. And the fascists fell and writhe in agony. Tamara finished them off. She kicked one of them in the chin with her bare heel, and he fell. And the girl finished him off.
  After which the beauty climbed onto the motorcycle, pressed the pedal with her bare foot, and took off.
  It's much more fun to move around this way than on foot and barefoot.
  Tamara sang as she walked:
  - It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure, it's a pleasure to live, brothers! With our ataman there's no need to grieve!
  This is how a fighting queen emerged.
  And now she fights the fascists like a Komsomol terminator. But the forces are unequal, and the battalion of girls is forced to retreat. The battles here are boiling like water in a giant kettle over a volcano.
  Anna, shooting and throwing a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes, noted:
  - In war, all means are good, except suicidal ones!
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, knocking down the Nazis, noted:
  - We will be the first in everything!
  And the girl's bare heel gave way to the gift of destruction.
  Victoria, firing at the fascists and cutting down the enemies with machine gun bursts, yelped:
  - There will be no mercy for the enemies!
  And she winked at her partners.
  Olympiada threw a heavy bunch of grenades with her bare, chiseled feet and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of the most humane court in the world and communism!
  The warriors here are truly glorious, and as if from the space age.
  They fight with colossal ferocity.
  But the Nazis are still advancing across the Caucasus. In February 1944, the Germans and Turks united, cutting the Soviet troops into two unequal parts.
  The Fuhrer demanded to finish off the USSR. Astrakhan was still holding out. The fascists, as always, were in fighting shape... The first ME-262s were fighting in the air. It should be noted that they did not cause a sensation. At high speed, it was not very convenient to hit with 30-mm aircraft cannons. Yes, this should be noted seriously. The ME-262 also had some problems due to its heavy weight. In particular, with maneuverability.
  More successful in use TA-152 which was loved by pilots, and became a workhorse. In fact, the machine is a frontline bomber, a fighter and an attack aircraft. There were even ideas to completely transfer German aviation to this aircraft. Among its advantages, it is worth noting survivability and speed, and powerful weapons, suitable for both an attack aircraft and a fighter.
  The ME-309 is also being used more and more actively, and is being modernized. The ME-109 is still in service, but it is not being removed in order not to reduce production. There is even a new modification of the ME-109 "K" with a more powerful engine, armed with five aircraft cannons at once. You can't defeat such a machine so easily.
  The ME-309 also received a more powerful engine and swept wings. A very dangerous machine. Soviet pilots are still flying old planes, and their quality is only declining. However, the Yak-9 is not so bad for now, it is quite maneuverable, and it does not need excessive speed.
  The German troops are strong... There was some controversy about the T-34-85 tank. Should the turret armor be made thicker? After all, the weight would increase. And it should be noted that the quality of Soviet armor has fallen. There are not enough alloying elements, and the quality of welding or casting has fallen to a critical level.
  But the girls fight like heroines...
  So Elizabeth's tank is broken and the girls leave. Barefoot and in bikinis, they run through the snow, leaving graceful footprints.
  Ekaterina noted with an angry look:
  - They are seriously strangling us!
  Elena noted with anger:
  - But we will still win!
  Elizabeth fired her pistol, hitting the German motorcyclist, and muttered:
  - I hit the German! He'll get it right from me!
  Euphrasia noted energetically:
  - That's where they end their lives, and there's no escape!
  Ekaterina was an aggressive girl and sang:
  - In our fury, we sing the hymns of the empire!
  The girls run along, and their bare round heels flash.
  The boy, seeing the girls, asked them in fear:
  - And where did you come from, barefoot?
  Elizabeth replied:
  - We are performing a tactical maneuver!
  The boy chirped:
  - One, two - grief is not a problem,
  You should never retreat!
  Keep your nose and tail up high,
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  Catherine chirped, baring her teeth:
  - Know that your true friend is always with you!
  Elena shouted:
  - Don't be afraid! We'll be back....
  And all four girls screamed in unison;
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  The warriors are ready to tear any German to pieces... And barefoot in the snow they are so sexy and beautiful. How beautiful these girls are, like blooming and unfading roses.
  Well, Hitler is not joking, and he is swirling around our Motherland like clouds. He is sinking his teeth into the very heart and drinking its blood!
  And the girls leave behind very beautiful footprints. The Germans follow these footprints and fall to their knees and watch greedily. These are the kind of wild warriors they are. And the Germans kiss the girls' footprints.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are fighting. Two wonderful girls.
  Anastasia, shooting down the fascists and turning her plane inside out, using her bare toes, sang:
  - We will fight for a bright tomorrow!
  Akulina, cutting off the Nazis' tails using her bare toes, chirped:
  - Let's kiss!
  And the girls are beating the Germans again without any pity or ceremony. That's how smart they are.
  Anastasia turned her Yak-9 around again and, squealing, yelped:
  - This is the name of communism!
  Akulina agreed with this:
  - I believe the whole world will wake up...
  Anastasia, knocking down the Germans, muttered:
  - Our homeland is our sun!
  And these are the fighting girls here, the highest Soviet class.
  And the Germans are getting it, very badly. And military actions are developing...
  In March, the Nazis began to storm Baku. The offensive is underway on a large city full of oil. Fierce battles are unfolding.
  The Germans are shelling Baku using heavy artillery.
  And they bomb with attack aircraft. But the bombs are dropped by the first, newest Ju-488, which are distinguished by their colossal power. These machines are simply beasts.
  On one of them Gertrude, Eva, and Frida. Beautiful girls, having a perfect view, are raining bombs on Soviet positions. And killing Red Army soldiers and civilians.
  Baku is burning... Columns of smoke rise up. Oil wells are burning, everything is ablaze.
  Gertrude says with a grin:
  - God loves Germany!
  Eva, pressing the lever with her bare heel and dropping the bombs, agrees:
  - Of course! We are the chosen race!
  Frida sang aggressively:
  - Our people are the chosen ones of heaven!
  And she winked at her partners. These girls are so combative, just the embodiment of aggression. And fighting spirit.
  Gertrude fired a burst of air cannon fire and chirped:
  - For the greatness of our Fatherland!
  Eva, shooting at the opponents, confirmed:
  - For colossal greatness!
  The girls obviously mastered the planes quickly. That's what fighting girlfriends are like.
  And you can't win them at cards that easily. And they beat their enemies with wild frenzy.
  Frida noted:
  - I am a woman of great dreams and beauty!
  After which she fired again from aircraft cannons, shooting down Soviet fighters that were trying to attack the German monster.
  Yes, it feels like you won"t be able to stand up to the Nazis.
  Baku is under attack.
  Tamara and her battalion are fighting for this city. The girls are fighting desperately and showing unparalleled heroism.
  Tamara fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare toes, scattering the Germans and their mercenaries, and squealed:
  "For my boundless Fatherland!"
  And she winked at her partners. She is a warrior of the highest level, who has no equal.
  Although, of course, the other girls are not bad either. In fact, they fight very well.
  Anna, for example, took and laid out the fascists as if with the blow of a sickle.
  And she chirped:
  - For the USSR!
  And with her bare heel she gave a deadly gift of death.
  Akulina, firing at the enemy, squeaked:
  - For my Motherland!
  And with bare toes, as he launches gifts of annihilation, exterminating everyone in a row.
  Victoria fights her enemies, acting desperately and decisively. She knocks out her opponents with bursts. Then she throws lethal grenades with her bare toes. And she squeals:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Olympiada also fights. And this girl-hero will throw a whole box of explosives with her bare, muscular legs. And the tank "Lion" will turn over.
  The warrior will exclaim:
  - But pasaran!
  Fighting girls and very beautiful. Never give in or yield. They have the power of terminators.
  And the forces are very unequal... Baku is engulfed in fires. The Soviet troops lack ammunition. And this is the main problem.
  Many surrender in despair.
  Gerda and her crew force male slaves to kiss their bare soles. They do so obediently, and lick their heels.
  Then the girls climb back into the Panther-2 and shoot. They knock out the Soviet guns...
  Almost the entire Caucasus has already been captured. But Yerevan is still holding out. The city of Poti, the last port where the remnants of the Black Sea Fleet are still holding out, is fighting heroically.
  And there girls of different nationalities fight. And the barefoot Gulnazi's squad fights. A beautiful Georgian, and in her the girl's team.
  Gulnazi throws a bag of explosives with her bare foot, tears apart the Nazis and squeals:
  - Glory to the greatness of world communism!
  Tamila, her partner, also throws a grenade with her bare foot, killing the Turks and squeals:
  - For the Motherland!
  Mashka, a girl from Russia, fires a burst and throws explosive power with her bare toes, and tears apart the fascists, shouting:
  - Glory to the times of world communism!
  Margarita also gives a well-aimed burst. She mowed down the fascists and with her bare heel sent a gift of murderous death, crushing her opponents and squealing:
  - For our victory!
  This is how girls fight heroically. And they really can't be stopped, and they can't be turned back. They are simply female fighters and super. And if they fight, then like heroes and supermen!
  But, alas, it is difficult to hold out against the fascists and their superior forces. In the sky, Albina and Alvina are gaining confident scores. And they are shooting down so many planes that it is obvious they cannot be stopped.
  Albina, shooting down another Soviet plane with her bare toes, sang:
  - We cannot be defeated, the hunter will turn into the game!
  Alvina, cutting off her opponents and vigorously shaking her head on her powerful neck, chirped:
  - Glory to the era of the new Aryan order!
  And he also kicks with his bare heel...
  The girls have already shot down more than five hundred aircraft each and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  These are such incredible beauties. And if they beat the enemies of the Third Reich, then you can't stop these devils. More than five hundred downed planes at Marseille alone. This phenomenon is, of course, at its best. Hitler even decided to approve the sixth degree of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  It will be given to the one who first exceeds a thousand downed aircraft. And this result will be simply phenomenal.
  Albina cut down five Soviet planes at once with one burst from a 30-mm aircraft cannon and, pressing the triggers with her bare toes, cooed:
  - Glory to our onslaught!
  Alvina, mowing down Soviet vehicles and cutting down enemies with her bare toes, yelped:
  - Great glory to heroism!
  And the warriors winked at each other!
  They fight as always in bikinis and barefoot, and that's their strength. The girls are just female supermen. Even though they serve an evil cause. And they love to fry the heels of captured pioneers with fire. That's what the girls are like here. Cruel but cute.
  Albina once said:
  - There is no kindness in the world, there is only weakness!
  And with a bare heel the pair dropped bombs on Soviet positions, disabling three guns.
  These are warriors who give absolutely no mercy to anyone! But their blows are simply crushing.
  Alvina noted with a grin:
  - There is no place for the weak under the sun!
  And she winked at her partner.
  Warriors who show no weakness and never give up. They are truly champions of champions. Although with a minus sign, since they serve an evil force.
  But at the same time they are cheerful and charming.
  Albina, baring her teeth and sending deadly air shells at her enemies, chirped:
  - The Nazi word is sacred - we will destroy it forever!
  Alvina noted aggressively, knocking down her opponents:
  - We really are pirates!
  Albina, cutting down the enemies, confirmed:
  - Everything else is a dream!
  And the warriors became so devastating and knocking everyone down, as if they were hitting pucks with sticks.
  Alvina chirped, crushing the Russian planes:
  - We are Hitler's fighting eagles!
  And she winked at her partners.
  The warriors here really do rip the guts out of the enemies. The Red Army gets a big one from them.
  The fighting girls are so zealous in driving out the Russian troops.
  And here is Helga in a TA-152, crushing the Soviet ground forces. She knocks out a SPG-85 and screams:
  - For the greatness of Germany and its sons and daughters!
  But the fighting for Astrakhan is still ongoing.
  The girls are holding on with all their might.
  Alenka throws a bomb with explosives with her bare foot. It tears apart the fascists and squeals:
  - For sacred communism!
  Anyuta, firing at the Nazis and also throwing a grenade with her bare toes, squeals:
  - And for the salvation of the country!
  Alla, knocking down her opponents and mowing them down without further ado, and throwing a grenade with her bare heel, squeaked:
  - This is where our glory resounds!
  Maria, destroying her enemies, throwing gifts of death with her bare toes, roars:
  - We are great in our glory!
  Marusya, mowing down the advancing Arab mercenaries in ranks and throwing a grenade with her bare foot, howls:
  - For changes, so that prices fall at once!
  Matryona, shooting down the Nazis with a machine gun, took and squealed:
  - Our Motherland USSR! Will be crushed, sir!
  The warriors act here with great aggression. And their fighting force is colossal.
  They generally demonstrate their colossal power of piloting. And truly unrestrained pressure.
  The warriors are barefoot, but happy...
  In April, the Nazis captured Baku after all. The shortage of ammunition took its toll. At the same time, Poti fell almost simultaneously. Only Yerevan, located on the mountain slopes, held out. But it was doomed. Ammunition and food supplies were running out there too. The Turks simply had not stormed this city yet, and they could take it by starvation.
  The girls from Tamara"s battalion partially dissolved among the underground fighters, and some, together with the commander, moved through the rear to the front... They wanted to break through to their own.
  The Caucasus has almost been completely captured, but the war continues. Although the USSR has lost its largest oil field at that time. But the Red Army is not broken in spirit. And there is still oil in the Volga region, in Siberia and in many other places.
  Hitler ordered that the Russians in Astrakhan be finished off by April 20. And the battles unfolded on a colossal scale. And the bombings increased sharply.
  The USSR found itself under heavy pressure. Fighting also took place for Alma-Ata, which was stormed by the Japanese. The city was almost completely surrounded.
  The samurai, as soon as it got a little warmer, tried to develop an offensive in the direction of Magadan.
  Veronica fought in Alma-Ata and fought off the onslaught of the samurai together with her battalion of girls.
  And there are many of them here. The Chinese, recruited by the collapse methods, are also fighting.
  The Japanese throw yellow soldiers into battle... They advance and literally shower the Soviet positions with their corpses.
  Veronica fires. And mows down Chinese and samurai in ranks. Throws grenades with her bare toes and squeals:
  - Glory to the Russian spirit!
  Marfa also fires, cuts down opponents and squeals:
  - For our Fatherland!
  Natasha, shooting at the Japanese and Chinese soldiers recruited to serve as cannon fodder, squeals:
  - For Great Communism!
  Alina, shooting at the samurai and Chinese fighters, mowing them down with great passion, and giving the gift of death with her bare heel, squeaked:
  - To new frontiers of communism!
  Veronica shoots at the enemy with great accuracy, and pierces the Chinese heads, and at the same time squeals:
  - Glory to the Soviet land!
  And with her bare foot she sends out a colossal grenade that tears apart all enemies.
  Martha, cutting down the enemy and throwing the gift of death with her bare fingers, squeals:
  - May the era of communism reign!
  Natasha, having torn the explosive package and thrown it with her bare foot, a mass of Chinese, yelped:
  - For the new Soviet order!
  Alina, firing very accurately at the enemy, squeaked:
  - We will fight for the new frontiers of communism!
  And her bare heel dropped a bomb of destruction.
  Fighting girls, it's like sparks are pouring out of their eyes.
  No, the Japanese cannot conquer such, even together with Chinese forces. And the samurai rush to the assault.
  And again they throw corpses at all approaches. But there are too many of them, and the battalion of barefoot beauties has to retreat.
  And the Japanese have ninja girls. And it's very difficult to fight against them.
  They are so sparkling, fighting and beautiful. And with their bare toes they throw gifts of great destructive power.
  A blue-haired ninja girl cuts down Soviet soldiers with swords and screams:
  - For the era of the Emperor's reign!
  A ninja girl with yellow hair, runs a mill, crushes Russian soldiers, and squeals:
  - Glory to the era of banzai!
  A red-haired ninja girl used a helicopter move, cut down a Soviet officer and said:
  - We always win!
  A white-haired ninja girl used the butterfly technique, cut down three Russian soldiers, and threw a pea with her bare toes. It exploded and turned over a T-34.
  The warrior squeaked:
  - For a new Japanese order!
  These girls here are wonderful and really cool... And the Red Army in the Far East met a serious enemy.
  But in the center, Soviet troops launch a sudden attack in the direction of Rzhev.
  Here, Elizaveta's crew fights for the first time on the new IS-2 tank. A machine that some hopes are pinned on. Usually, it has five crew members, but here the warriors cope with four.
  Elizabeth fires a 122mm cannon. A destructive shell flies with deadly force. It describes an arc and hits the T-4 from a long distance.
  Elizabeth exclaims:
  - Now that was a good hit!
  Ekaterina charges in response, uses her bare toes, and remarks with annoyance:
  - But the gun isn't very fast-firing!
  Elizabeth agreed with this:
  - Not an ideal tank destroyer at all!
  Elena, who helped load the gun with her bare feet, noted:
  - But it's killer!
  And then Catherine fired. And the shell hit the Panther in the side from a great distance. What a lethal gun...
  Ekaterina noted:
  - We have a lot of energy and excitement!
  Elena agreed with this:
  - Quite a lot! Glory to Russia!
  Euphrasiya also noted:
  - This car has poor visibility, girls. How do you shoot from it?
  Elena logically noted:
  - We have such a keen eye! If we're going to hit, we're going to hit!
  And the warriors sang in chorus:
  - We will not be afraid and will always fight!
  . CHAPTER #7.
  On April 21, Astrakhan was still partially under the control of Soviet troops. The Germans were unable to take it completely.
  The terrain here allowed for good defense. And the Germans decided to change tactics. Instead of attacks, they switched to bombing and shelling.
  Alenka and her team hid in a bunker and waited out the massive shelling.
  There were six girls, playing cards. They held the decks with their bare toes and were having a discussion.
  Anyuta noted angrily:
  - In the Caucasus, only Yerevan remains untaken. This is our last island in this region. What will happen next?
  Alenka logically assumed:
  - Most likely they will go to Moscow. That is their credo!
  Alla noted with a sigh:
  - The forces are very unequal... We are really losing the war, and we don"t have enough soldiers!
  Maria logically noted:
  - And the fascists are suffering losses! They can't stand against us!
  Matryona expressed her opinion, throwing a card with her bare toes:
  - We were born to win, and we will certainly win, I know it!
  Marusya agreed, fighting off her rival with her bare toes:
  - Of course, there is no doubt!
  Alenka is not so optimistic, throwing the card with her bare, tanned leg:
  - Perhaps we girls will have to live under occupation, but I believe that we will undoubtedly win!
  Anyuta declared decisively:
  - You can fight using guerrilla methods, and it will be very beautiful, when you fought with such people, it was very cool!
  Alla noted aggressively:
  - We must fight more actively!
  The girls slowed down the conversation. Then they switched to another topic.
  Marusya noted with annoyance:
  - The number of believers is growing. Contrary to all logic!
  Anyuta objected to this:
  - No one has yet proven that God does not exist. And no one can prove the opposite. So we can argue here endlessly.
  Alenka confirmed:
  - And arguing here is stupid and useless!
  Alla agreed with this:
  - This conversation is useless. Moreover, if God exists, then He is such that it would be better for Him not to exist!
  Matryona giggled and noted:
  - It would be better for such a God not to exist! In the meantime, let's sing!
  And the girls sang in chorus;
  We girls, joining the Komsomol,
  They swore an oath of faith to be the Fatherland...
  So that a furious defeat awaits the fascists,
  Well, Russia will live under communism!
  
  After all, Lenin is with us, as if he were metal,
  Made of bronze, who is stronger than any steel...
  I dreamed so much of turning the worlds upside down,
  As the great genius Stalin bequeathed!
  
  We will make the Fatherland cooler,
  And we will raise our Fatherland higher than the stars...
  Let there be success with the Komsomol members,
  At least our feet are completely bare!
  
  The fascist attacked my homeland,
  Samurai are brazenly climbing from the east...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  And I believe we will tear the enemy to pieces!
  
  After all, the famous God Svarog is with us,
  Which communism, jokingly, will build...
  The glorious Rod is the strongest in the universe,
  Will add to consciousness and will!
  
  We, I believe, will never give up,
  The Fatherland cannot be brought to its knees...
  Comrade Stalin is a bright star,
  And our teacher is the wise genius Lenin!
  
  We will make our Fatherland,
  The most beautiful and radiant on the planet...
  And it will be, know the lethal gun,
  Let adults and children have fun!
  
  Burn Svarog, don"t burn in your heart,
  You are the patron of all swords in Russia...
  We will build a strong paradise soon, I believe,
  Jesus will come holy mission!
  
  Don't trust Hitler's gang, friends,
  That she will win easily and formidably...
  We all need to be one family -
  And believe me, it"s not too late to love your homeland!
  
  May the Lord Almighty protect us all,
  Raise the tricolor flag above the earth...
  And the evil predator will turn into game,
  We can cope with Satan too!
  
  I love the Great Fatherland,
  There is no one more beautiful than you in the whole universe,
  We will not sell Russia for a ruble,
  Let's build peace and happiness in the universe!
  
  In the name of our Motherland, a dream,
  Great Russia will rise...
  Everything else is just vanity,
  And a new messiah will be with us!
  
  Oh my almighty Lada,
  You will give love and peace to the Russian people...
  I turn to you so pleadingly,
  And if necessary, you will strike with lightning!
  
  Mary Mother of God of Heaven,
  The Universe gave Jesus...
  For your sake the great God has risen,
  People haven't lost their true taste!
  
  Note that the Komsomol members are like this,
  The gods of Russia are highly respected...
  We are the great sons of the Motherland,
  The Russians always win!
  
  We must pray to our Motherland, friends,
  Perun, Yarilo, and Svarog are mighty...
  We will be very strong husbands,
  And we will disperse even the clouds in the sky!
  
  Now the enemy has already been driven back from Moscow,
  You hurt the fascists very much...
  We are faithful to Jesus and Stalin,
  There will be enough tanks with guns!
  
  No, the enemy will not be able to curb the Russians,
  Because our warriors are all-powerful...
  Passing exams with only A's,
  So that every boy would be very strong!
  
  Believe me, Stalingrad will be glorious,
  And we will hold him back from the onslaught...
  The victorious knights' alignment will come,
  Even though the blood flows in an uncontrollable stream!
  
  Girls barefoot in the frost,
  They run, their heels flashing...
  And they will hit the fascists with their fists,
  The unsociable Cain will be flattened!
  
  Everything will be, people know well,
  We are in space, we will discover constellations...
  After all, it is a sin to doubt valor,
  And there will be a man on God's throne!
  
  Science will soon resurrect the dead,
  We will be able to become younger and more beautiful...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To my beautiful mother Russia!
  The girls sang a whole poem well and continued playing cards barefoot...
  Lenin's birthday was celebrated on April 22. The girls drank alcohol diluted with water and coffee and hummed under their breath...
  The Red Army was conducting another Rzhev-Sychevka operation in the center. The Germans were sitting on the defensive and fighting back. The new Soviet T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks were fighting. The latter vehicle often got stuck in the mud. And it couldn't penetrate the Tiger-2 and heavier "cats" frontally. The Panther-2 could also only be penetrated at close range.
  The most German vehicle penetrated the Soviet one from a greater distance.
  Hitler was generally pleased with the Panther-2, which was satisfactorily protected and had good driving characteristics and armament. But he demanded that a tank be created that would be better protected and at the same time drive well...
  "Maus" in this case showed itself to be an ineffective machine. E-100 was actively developed within the framework of the "E" series. The location of the engine and transmission was supposed to be done together, and the turret was narrower and more inclined, like the hull. The thickness of the armor remained comparable to "Maus", as was the armament, but the weight was supposed to be reduced to 130 tons due to the height. The engine, on the contrary, should have become stronger at 1500 horsepower, and the tank should have satisfactory mobility.
  In general, the "E" series was supposed to become a new generation of tanks. With lower silhouettes, with large angles of rational inclination, powerful guns and engines, and a dense layout.
  However, the Germans had some pretty good machines. The Panther-2 was replacing the previous model. A new Tiger-2 appeared with a more powerful engine, a narrow turret. It was better protected and lighter in weight.
  So the fascists did not sit still.
  On April 24, 1944, the first German jet bomber, the Arado, struck a death blow on Moscow. It dropped its bomb from a high altitude and easily outran Soviet fighters.
  Hitler declared that the USSR now had no chance and that the end of the Red Army would soon come.
  On April 25, a new assault on Astrakhan began. The first earthmoving machine, the underground tank, also took part in the battle.
  Two German girls, Mercedes and Dora, were fighting on it. The warriors were testing an underground model that moved in the ground.
  So far it is quite light, with a short-barreled 75-mm cannon and four machine guns.
  The girls are pulling the machine along the ground. The drills are spinning, cutting the rock. The movement is quite slow, seven kilometers per hour, for equipment, underground this is not bad.
  Mercedes presses her bare toes on the first joystick in the German army. It is very convenient to operate and says:
  - Look how successful our German science has been!
  Dora agreed:
  - Yes, we can do a lot already! Our power is very great!
  And it also controls with a joystick. The girls are testing a special machine with a radar.
  There is a Soviet battery ahead and you can dive under it.
  Mercedes, baring her teeth, remarks:
  - We will build a new order!
  And here the Nazis' car emerges. A high-explosive fragmentation shell hits the Soviet guns. And hits the Red Army soldiers.
  Dora says with a chuckle:
  - Let the great revanchism be celebrated!
  And with his bare toes he makes precise shots. He hits the enemy and squeaks:
  - Glory to the new dream!
  Mercedes fires from machine guns and howls:
  - To the era of great dreams!
  The girls laugh and applaud themselves. That's how aggressive and very nimble the warriors are.
  Dona remarks aggressively:
  - There is a lot of good in the world!
  And with his bare toes he presses the buttons and shoots again, at the Soviet artillerymen.
  Mercedes confirms with a smile:
  - And it will be even more beautiful!
  And she also shoots with her bare toes. That's how these fighting girls shoot.
  Well, what else is there to use as a tool for war...
  The Nazis' onslaught on Astrakhan is growing...
  All approaches are cut off... And the Soviet troops are forced to give in on May 1, 1944, ending the long, heroic defense of the city. This stronghold also fell.
  The Nazis celebrated the fall of Astrakhan with salutes. But the defense was not in vain. And the Fritzes needed some time to replenish their troops and bring up reserves...
  The Fuhrer planned to advance in the direction of Saratov and further along the Volga with a deep bypass of Moscow.
  But while the Germans were regrouping their forces and bringing up reserves, the fighting was raging in the air.
  The German air force tried to consolidate its superiority. Combat tests of the ME-262 revealed the insufficient reliability of this machine, its frequent crashes, as well as problems with maneuverability. So there were no ideas about completely replacing German units with this aircraft. The TA-152, on the contrary, proved itself to be a magnificent machine for its time and was increasingly being introduced. The ME-309 and ME-109 remained in service.
  The ME-163 jet-powered missile fighter proved to be a good fighter for combat, but its short flight time made it almost impossible to use it in combat.
  The Arado jet bomber was more successful, as it was almost impossible to shoot down with anti-aircraft guns due to its high speed, and Soviet fighters were unable to catch up with it. Jet reconnaissance aircraft were also quite good. The Germans were also developing other machines. For example, the HE-162, a fighter lighter than the ME-262, easy to produce, cheap and maneuverable, so that it could be made mostly of wood. And other fighters. And the ME-1010 and TA-183... And a more advanced and reliable modification of the ME-262 X. And the tailless Gotha fighters, and much more.
  However, for now, even propeller-driven German fighters were much stronger than Soviet machines. Which were falling in quality, and were weak in both engines and armament. Moreover, the Yak-9 was simplified and now only one 20-mm aircraft cannon was installed on it, abandoning the machine gun. This made production cheaper and simpler and allowed to reduce weight.
  The machine gun is still weak against German aircraft. The USSR could not yet afford to produce more advanced models of machines and pass the Nazis in speed and armament. The higher weight of the machines created problems with maneuverability.
  And the lack of fuel reduced the flight training of the aircraft.
  Alvina and Albina, having mastered the powerful ME-309 in terms of armament and decent speed, did not want to land on the ME-262, which crashed too often. And in terms of speed, they are already stronger than the Russians.
  Alvina, cutting off the Soviet car, noted:
  - Fighting in the sky is interesting!
  Albina, using her bare feet, guided the fighter to the target and destroyed it, and agreed:
  - Yes, we are essentially the strongest in the world!
  And the girls burst out laughing like crazy.
  May was relatively calm. The Red Army was still trying to cut off the Rzhev salient.
  Elizaveta fired from the IS-2 at the enemy... The Soviet vehicle only had good protection in the upper part of the hull front. The turret front is not protected enough. And it can be penetrated even at close range by T-4 guns. However, the last tank was finally taken out of production in May, as were the Panther and the regular Lev and Maus. Now in the series, the Patera-2 and Tiger-2 are as unified as possible and have similar weapons.
  These vehicles are well protected in the front, weakly in the sides, and differ more in weight. Their running characteristics with new engines are acceptable for the military. But these tanks are also temporary... The "Panther"-3 and "Tiger"-3 from the "E" series are being prepared to replace them. With a denser layout, with the engine and transmission located in one block and across, with a light, simplified, and at the same time passable and easily repaired chassis.
  The new vehicles should be better protected, but without increasing their weight, at least noticeably.
  As for armament, there is no consensus. Soviet tanks do not have very thick armor, and it is of low quality. And there is no point in installing a large-caliber weapon. The 88-mm cannon is quite suitable for the military. It takes out T-34s from four kilometers away, and the IS-2 from a little closer. So developments are underway...
  The USSR needs to respond to this with something. But it is not yet clear what... There are plans to create the SU-100. This self-propelled gun is simply effective, and has a penetrating effect. Some hopes are associated with it, in the fight against the growing heavy tanks of the Third Reich. But it still needs to be made, as well as shells for such a monster, and serial production of the gun needs to be established, which is not very realistic in wartime conditions.
  But here is Elizaveta's tank crew fighting on the T-34-85. And the girls, barefoot and in bikinis, fight bravely.
  Elizabeth shoots at the Nazis with her bare toes and pierces the side of the Panther, saying:
  - For great communism!
  And their T-34 jumps up and quickly turns around, firing.
  Ekaterina also shoots at the enemy very accurately. An outdated T-4 tank pierces his side and squeals:
  - Glory to the knights of the USSR!
  And again she winks at her friends. That's how warlike the girl turned out to be.
  Elena also shoots at the enemy. She shoots him quite accurately, in this case breaking the Tiger-2 roller and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Euphrasiya fires accurately at the enemy. She makes a precise shot at the enemy's side, pierces the metal and squeals:
  - For holy communism!
  And the girls turn their tank confidently and dodge the shells. It's not that easy to defeat the girls.
  Here against them appeared the newest and most formidable "Lion"-2. Try to penetrate such a tank, and it tries to hit the T-34.
  And it shoots from a distance.
  Elizabeth chirped in response:
  - You're lying, you won't take it!
  And sends a shell into the Lev-2 tank from a long distance. It hits him in the forehead.
  The Nazi snaps back.
  Then Catherine shoots again, using her bare toes at the enemy, and this time the projectile, describing an arc, hits the fascist in the long barrel of the gun.
  Catherine cooed:
  - A keen eye, crooked hands, that's not about us!
  The German, having lost the barrel, began to quickly turn around and leave. "Lion"-2 is the first German tank in which the transmission and engine are located in the front as one block, and the gearbox is on the engine itself.
  This allowed him to lower his altitude and reduce his weight, significantly increasing his speed. And so "Lev"-2 left and had a chance to break the distance...
  Elena used her bare toes to aim the gun, took it and fired at the enemy. The shell hit the stern of the "Lion" hull, but ricocheted....
  Elena growled:
  - Damn, the distance is too big. We won't get him like that!
  Catherine gurgled, baring her teeth:
  - "Lev", girls, this is "Lev", how offensive to us! I know soon, my friends, you will be very ashamed!
  And their tank hit the T-3, this tank just turned its side, and it can be hit from a long distance.
  And the girl shot with her bare toes and cooed:
  - Glory to the era of communism on earth!
  Euphrasia noted with annoyance, firing at the enemy and using her bare heels:
  - Our Motherland is strong, it protects the world!
  Elizabeth chirped, baring her teeth, and began to sing, composing a whole poem on the fly:
  Satan will not defeat us,
  My homeland is the most beautiful in the world,
  The beautiful country is famous....
  Both adults and children will be happy in it!
  
  Let the lilies of the valley bloom luxuriantly in it,
  And the cherubs play a decent hymn...
  The Fuhrer will come to an end,
  Russians are invincible in battle!
  
  The Komsomol girls are running barefoot,
  They stomp on the snow with their bare heels...
  Hitler, you're only cool in appearance,
  I'll run you over with a tank!
  
  Will we be able to defeat the Nazis?
  As always, we girls are barefoot...
  Our most formidable knight is the bear,
  He'll kill everyone with a machine gun!
  
  No, we girls are already really cool,
  We literally tear apart all enemies...
  Our claws, teeth, fists...
  We will build a place in a wonderful paradise!
  
  I believe there will be great communism,
  The country is blooming in it, believe the Soviets...
  And the sorrowful Nazism will disappear,
  I believe that their exploits will be praised!
  
  I believe the land will bloom violently,
  From victory to victory again...
  Defeat the Japanese, Nikolai,
  The samurai will answer for his meanness!
  
  We will not let ourselves be swayed,
  Let's crush our enemies with one blow...
  Let the hunter turn into the game,
  It was not in vain that we crushed the Wehrmacht!
  
  
  Believe me, it is not in our interests to give up,
  Russians have always known how to fight...
  We sharpened our bayonets with steel,
  The Fuhrer will become the image of a clown!
  
  This is what my homeland is like,
  The Russian accordion plays in it...
  All nations are a friendly family,
  Abel triumphs, not Cain!
  
  Soon it will be in the glory of the USSR,
  Even though our enemy is cruel and treacherous...
  We will show an example of valor,
  The Russian spirit will be glorified in battles!
  . CHAPTER #8.
  May 1944 flew by quickly... Albina and Alvina were collecting bills on planes.
  They are girls who fly as if on the wings of cherubs.
  Albina shoots down a Russian plane with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For the Third Reich!
  Alvina, also barefoot and in a bikini, knocks down a Soviet plane, splits it into pieces and screams:
  - For Aryan communism!
  After which the girls, using a 37-mm cannon, began shooting at Soviet tanks.
  They knock out a T-34 and squeal:
  - We are so cool!
  Albina presses on the pedal with her bare, round heel and chirps:
  - Let communism be glorified!
  And it breaks through the Soviet machine.
  Alvina also shoots accurately at the enemy, knocks him down and squeals, baring her teeth:
  - Our truth is in the fist!
  These are such witty girls... And they destroy Soviet regiments... For example, they came across an IS-2. So they attacked it from the air, and fired from an aircraft cannon. They pierced the metal, and made the tank burn. And the combat kits detonated.
  Albina chirped at the top of her lungs:
  - The girl loves to kill! What a girl!
  Alvina hissed, baring her pearly teeth:
  - Glory to our Fatherland! For communism!
  The girls have really taken up the totalitarian extermination of their opponents.
  And the Red Army was confidently defeated.
  And Gerda fought with the crew of her "Panther"-2 and was engaged in total destruction.
  The girl aimed the gun with her bare toes. She shot down a T-34 and roared:
  - For the greatness of communism in the Aryan way!
  Charlotte also fired her bare toes at the Soviet tank, breaking the armor and yelped:
  - For great success in the world!
  Kristina also hit without much ceremony. And she did it so accurately, she pierced the Soviet T-34 with her bare heel and yelped:
  - For great frontiers!
  Magda also took turns releasing the projectile and cooed:
  - For a new Aryan order!
  After which the girls took and sang in chorus:
  - We are all skinheads, fans of freedom, fighting for a new order! Soon the peoples will become Aryan, we fight with fire and sword!
  The warriors, it must be said, turned out to be quite combative. And if they do knock down an enemy, they do it to the end.
  The Soviet Union is under attack from superior forces. Japan is pressing from the east.
  Two Japanese pilots, Toshiba and Toyota, attack Soviet positions from the air.
  Both Japanese women are very beautiful, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Toshiba makes an approach from the air, breaks through the roof of a Soviet tank and roars:
  - I am a monster from Japanese hell!
  Toyota, pressing the pedal with his bare toes and cutting down the enemy, squeals:
  - For the greatness of Japan's ideas!
  These are such magnificent girls. And they crush their enemies very actively.
  And the USSR really loses to the samurai. And it is clear why. How can you resist such fanaticism and technology?
  The Japanese girls are breaking through in light but agile tanks and are giving the Red Army a real thrashing.
  Tank units are no joke.
  Toshiba dropped bombs from the air onto Soviet positions, and a pair of cannons flew up and chirped:
  - For great communism!
  After which he bursts out laughing...
  Toyota noted in flight:
  - The Russians have strange gods. They worship a man crucified on a cross and consider him God. It even becomes funny somehow!
  Toshiba giggled in response, noting:
  - And we ourselves will soon become gods and continue the evolution of our Divinity!
  And the girls will laugh very willingly.
  Toyota noted with a chuckle:
  - In unity is our strength!
  Toshiba aggressively confirmed this:
  - Our strength, our fist!
  And again from the sky they will rain down a stream of air shells on the enemy, piercing the T-34s.
  These girls are fighting and they talk like crazy. Japan will eat and burn everyone.
  And when they torture a pioneer, it turns out to be extremely aggressive.
  Especially if you fry the boy's heels. This is the most super-action...
  And the girls scream at the top of their lungs...
  And Soviet girls also fight bravely and knock down their opponents. And they act with anticipation and rams.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are very active beauties in the sky.
  And they shoot down the Nazis, even though they have stronger planes.
  Anastasia presses the triggers with her bare toes and sings:
  - It's not bad to be strong, what can I say!
  Akulina presses the trigger with her bare heel and confirms:
  - We will beat the fascists very hard!
  And both girls sang:
  - Hit hard, hit hard, hit very hard! Hit hard, hit hard, hit very hard!
  After which the warriors began to read winged aphorisms that galloped like horses or, more precisely, young stallions;
  A politician often bullies in order to put a yoke on voters!
  The politician, strutting, crushes voters like chickens!
  The politician dreams of riding in on a white horse to put a collar on the voter!
  The fox has small fangs, and when it wants to swallow, it hides them!
  A politician who talks a lot about humanity is a typical cannibal!
  Even a bear can be lulled to sleep with words as sweet as honey!
  For an alcoholic, bitter vodka is sweeter than honey!
  A tailor will lie and not blush, a politician will "blush" and lie!
  A woman takes off her shoes and puts them on a man, down to the level of a tramp!
  If you want to become closer to God, cut down on greed!
  Even in the apparent indifference of the Almighty there is love - after all, children first of all want to escape from the care of their parents!
  God delays in punishing evil in order to give the sinner a chance!
  Talent and hard work as husband and wife - only in pairs can success be achieved!
  Even honey is bitter if you drown in it!
  Deception is like wine, it"s sickening and sweet and it"s hard to stop!
  Love is like a shrapnel shell - it breaks the heart, shakes the brain, turns out pockets, comes out sideways!
  Man is equal to God in some ways - the Almighty created the universe, and man gave birth to stupidity: both are infinite!
  Success who builds on blood - awaits the fate of a stabbed pig. His comrades will eat him - the sad result of anger!
  Sometimes the best way to maintain your reputation is a noose around your neck! At least it won't let you fall!
  You can't lie under a bear for long - he'll crush you!
  Sometimes a wife is like a mammoth instead of a blanket!
  A writer who strives to reap banknotes will not sow anything good or eternal!
  A country without law is like a body without a skeleton! Only to prevent it from becoming ossified, elections are needed!
  If you want to create a masterpiece, forget about the fee!
  The most skillful deception is when you don"t lie, but no one believes you!
  Of course, defeat promises great troubles, but this is only a reflection of future victory!
  In battle, valor and good intelligence bring victory.
  To hit, you first need to see where!
  The scout is the blacksmith of victory!
  Any fool can cripple, but not every smart person can cure!
  Too many brutal executioners - too few treating doctors!
  Some are doctors, others are executioners!
  Without pain there is no valor - without valor there is no victory!
  The ideas of communism are the height of idiocy: if hot heads and cold hearts undertake their implementation!
  Communism is light, but it burns those who have become too anointed!
  If you lack patience, singing helps!
  People are like iron - before it cools down, give it the desired shape!
  If you want to become popular, use force more often!
  Rating is like hellish grass - it grows when you water it with tears and blood!
  People are like weeds - the more you trample them, the higher they grow!
  Unity is the key to victory!
  Discipline is the instrument of victory! Reason plays on it!
  Unity, courage, selflessness - the keys to victory, freedom, happiness! Without discipline there is no army, and without an army there is no freedom!
  Work makes us stronger, multiplied by intelligence will give freedom, and together with luck will bring happiness!
  The commander is like the top of a pyramid - there must be only one, otherwise even such a strong structure will collapse!
  Nobility of family has the same relation to courage as the length of hair has to intelligence!
  No valor of ancestors will help a coward!
  A blade of the strongest steel rusts in the hands of a chatterbox and a coward!
  The most terrible weapon is the Bible in the hands of a scoundrel!
  A man's main wealth: potency, which is also the main reason for ruin!
  The best profession is prostitution, you combine business with pleasure and every time a new partner - no routine!
  A hero's pedigree - you can brag about it forever, but when he ends up on the battlefield - he runs cowardly to the rear!
  A bottle of vodka is like a grenade - it knocks you off your feet, blows out your brains, and crushes your insides!
  When the heart is filled with mercy, for some reason the wallet becomes empty!
  A truly free man submits to three things - reason, love, God!
  Love is like a rose - it doesn't bloom for long, but it hurts badly!
  A slave in his soul is submissive - to passions, lust, to God's servants!
  Luck is as fickle as sand - only hard work can bind it with cement!
  A glass of wine is like the ocean - when you get carried away, you lose your footing!
  Women love male power, but not when they experience it themselves!
  Love is like a boat, if you paddle too fast it will capsize and sink!
  It's time to introduce an article - corruption of adults by minors!
  You can't put handcuffs on love!
  What is natural is not criminal!
  Love is a tender feeling, but even the thickest shackles cannot hold it!
  If all the laws worked, the country would turn into a prison where security is recruited from abroad!
  The principle of the inevitability of punishment does not work because you cannot arrest yourself!
  Doctors should not go through an obstacle course. After it, their hands will shake, their tongues will slur, and a glass of vodka, unlike a hangover, will not help!
  There is nothing more tiring than prolonged idleness!
  Scientific discovery: conceived progressively - implemented aggressively!
  This is not a place for thought, but a place for squabbles and madness!
  All the troubles of humanity come from selfishness; prosperity is possible only through common efforts!
  A person without a team is like a coal without a fire - it gives little light and quickly goes out!
  The homeland warms you better than a fire!
  And the animal is better off in a herd!
  Logic should not serve instincts - reason serves lust!
  If there is a war, there will be a feat!
  Muscles without brains, it's a handful of meat - crying out for a frying pan!
  Of two duelists, one is a fool, the other a scoundrel!
  The higher a person soars, the more dissatisfied he is with his position!
  Left alone, the dog misses its owner's stick!
  Only he whose mind is not accustomed to groveling has wings!
  It's bad when you're alone like a snob!
  You are alone, and your enemies are legion!
  Even an elephant can be eaten by a bug!
  If there are more than a million bedbugs!
  The leader of the country should be a brother to the people, not a bro!
  It is easier to find a dry rock in the ocean than an invention that has not been tried for military purposes!
  Victory is like a woman - it attracts with its brilliance, but repels with its price!
  Fire is the god of war and like other gods requires attention and sacrifices!
  One sword is like a drop of rain, it falls and scatters, but when there are many of them, victory is born!
  Just don't sing - for the repose of the soul!
  My soul is sad - my stomach is empty!
  First the bowl, then the thoughts!
  Victory is worth honor!
  Honor is a relative concept and should be applied first and foremost to one's own soldiers!
  He who drinks before a fight will have a hangover in hell!
  The trumpets are silent because the blades sing - steel is stronger and louder than copper!
  An army without leaders is like a flock of sheep without a shepherd; one wolf, if he doesn"t eat you, will scare you!
  Flight is more stupidity than cowardice! After all, most soldiers die not in battle, but during pursuit!
  War is like a game of dominoes, only the broken tiles can no longer be put back together - the earth holds!
  Persecution turns a warrior into an executioner, a coward into a brave man, a modest man into an impudent man!
  Science fiction is a competition of absurdities and nonsense! At the same time, there is no more scientific and logical genre!
  In war it's like in an opera - everyone sings their own song, only the prompter can be a spy!
  Modern women forgive a man everything - except poverty!
  Do you know the difference between spies and intelligence agents?
  I know! We have nothing but intelligence officers - foreigners have nothing but spies!
  What is better, an empty head or an empty wallet? Of course, with an empty head it is not so noticeable!
  The mind is the best collector of wealth!
  Intelligence and luck: a couple in love - give birth to success, wealth, position, but quickly break up!
  Proud men find it easier to listen to advice when it is given by a woman - unless it is her wife!
  A wise wife is worth a fortune! And an enterprising spouse can sue for it!
  Some value personality in a person, and others value cash!
  Humanity can be destroyed by two things - computers and computer scientists. The former will atrophy the mind, the latter will not be able to take advantage of this!
  In war, even a grenade is a comrade!
  In general, a grenade that tells jokes is like a Faberge egg used for cracking nuts!
  Talent is like the soul: it cannot be taken away, but it can be destroyed!
  Revenge is not worth honor - retribution is decency!
  Envy is the germ of crime, self-interest is watering, idleness is feeding!
  Laziness is the worst of all crimes!
  It is better to die with dignity with a sword than to live like a wolf driven into a stall with a whip!
  In war, courage can beat cunning, but cunning can never beat courage!
  War makes life terrible, and death worthy and beautiful!
  Modesty is a rare quality for a commander, but that makes it even more valuable!
  - Jackal sounds similar to the word feces!
  The lion has only one advantage over the jackal - the ability to die with dignity!
  Technology is the executioner of valor!
  - But that's not true! In fact, the higher the level of technology, the more intelligence and resourcefulness is required on the battlefield!
  Where the interests of the Motherland begin, personal well-being ends!
  Freedom must be combined with discipline. Anarchy is the opposite of freedom!
  A tenacious memory is the best mentor! In general, freedom can be won with a sword, but only with the help of reason can it be retained!
  - When a strong warrior saves another, there is no need for special honor for this!
  For when valor burns in your heart, you will raise your shield in defense of your slaves!
  The meanness of a scoundrel is no excuse for an honest man, just as the presence of dirt does not justify a dirty person!
  Love never comes cheap - especially when it's paid for with your soul, not your wallet!
  The only thing that can justify the bloodshed is if it results in tears stopping flowing!
  Those who serve for money can never compare in battle with those who are driven by a brave heart and a desire for freedom!
  A child's tear is dangerous because it turns into a raging stream that washes away civilizations!
  The position of commander is not an extra ration, but an additional responsibility and a heavy burden!
  It is not known what is more important - to feed all the hungry or to wipe away the tears of one child!
  Gold is softer than steel, but it strikes the heart more surely!
  It is not the weapon that makes the soldier strong, but the weapon that makes the soldier strong!
  The girls are apparently masters at making jokes with aphorisms. And if they start to crush the enemy, then he will not be able to escape from them.
  At the end of May 1944, the Nazis began an offensive in the direction of Saratov.
  The Shturmlev took part in the battles, a vehicle on the chassis of the previous Lion, with an even more powerful 450-mm mortar, which literally crushes and destroys everything, tearing and punching holes of colossal force.
  And such a rocket would immediately take down an entire block.
  A Sturmlev, controlled by a team of German girls, fires at Soviet positions.
  Jane winks at her friends and stamps her bare feet as she says:
  - We completely wipe out the enemies and turn them into typical coffins!
  Gringeta winks back, presses the lever with her bare foot and squeals:
  - We will play and defeat our enemies!
  Malanya noted:
  - Any Soviet fortifications are powerless against the Shturmlev machine!
  Monica, kicking with her bare heel, confirmed:
  - We are truly born to win!
  Jane deduced:
  - War does not have a woman's face, but a physiognomy that attracts thrill-seekers!
  Gringeta, firing at Soviet units from a machine gun, said:
  - A woman is a dove that latches onto a woodpecker man like a kite!
  Monica, firing at Russian soldiers, noted:
  - A woman always has seven Fridays in a week, and without a Sunday gift from marital duty it's always a day off!
  Malanya giggled and replied:
  - God is not omnipotent in everything; he is powerless to argue with a woman!
  Jane agreed, shooting out with her bare toes:
  - God, although almighty, is not able to shut a woman"s mouth or a politician"s mouth!
  Gringeta logically noted, pressing down with her bare heel:
  - A politician has no conscience, a woman has no sense of proportion, and a female politician has all her feelings without measure!
  Monica, shooting at the Soviet troops and killing them, noted:
  - A woman is a flower, prickly like a rose, but her sweet aroma attracts goats and drones!
  Malanya, while beating up Soviet soldiers and destroying pillboxes, squeaked:
  - The voter falls into childhood, voting for the old oak trees with hollows that are so boring!
  The girls showed their wit and moved on.
  And attack aircraft were diving from above. And so the Soviet troops thrashed without any problems.
  The Germans became so cool. And their operational skills increased.
  And then came the "Chess Knight" systems, radio-controlled teletanks.
  And this was a problem for the Soviet soldiers. And the Nazis beat the Red Army.
  But Soviet girls also fought very courageously.
  The battles began for Kamyshin. Here again Alenka is in battle.
  And her battered but unyielding battalion.
  Alenka noted with a smile:
  - In any war, a soldier's life is valuable!
  And how he throws a grenade with his bare toes.
  These are warriors - top class...
  Anyuta, shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - A Russian soldier can be made to fall like a mown log, but not brought to his knees and made to shake like an aspen!
  Alla, firing and kicking the explosive packet with her bare heel, squeaked:
  - If you don"t want to observe military discipline, you"ll bend your back like a prisoner!
  Maria, shooting at her opponents and launching a deadly boomerang with her bare toes, said:
  - There is a lot of dirt in our world, only princes are rare in it!
  Matryona, shooting at the enemies and cutting them down with bursts, and then throwing a grenade with her bare foot, noted:
  - A politician has a long tongue, but his arms are too short to carry out his work!
  Marusya, firing at the enemy and mowing down ranks of German and foreign soldiers, yelped:
  - A politician is quick to make promises, slow to fulfill, asks for alms, and forgiveness for deception!
  The girls are great and they fight. But the forces are very unequal. There is a lot of destruction.
  The German tank "Maus", although not quite a serial one, still appears on the fronts. And its guns roar and shoot. And they cause incredible destruction in the trenches.
  But the girls are shooting at Maus with cannons. Even though the shells bounce off like peas. But the Germans keep pushing and pushing.
  And they shoot at them very accurately.
  The Komsomol girls run around, flashing their bare heels, and squeal:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland!
  Viola, having fired at the German infantry, squeaked:
  - When a woman doesn't have enough money for shoes, she puts shoes on a man barefoot!
  And the girl will burst out laughing and stick out her tongue.
  The warriors are cheerful, I must say. And if they hit, they hit deadly.
  Viola and Margarita, almost naked in only their panties, fight, bringing shells and shooting accurately. And they cannot be stopped so easily.
  Margarita squeaks and says:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Viola aggressively confirms:
  - Great glory to the era of change!
  It should be noted that the warriors turned out to be extremely aggressive girls.
  Veronica also brings up the shells, flashing her bare, round heels and squeals:
  - Glory to Communism!
  This is their military insight. And how furiously and savagely they fight.
  And bare, tanned knees flash.
  Tamara also fights. She got out of the Caucasus captured by the Nazis and is back in the ranks. She fights with a carnivorous feeling of blood. She fights with colossal aggression.
  Tamara throws a grenade with her bare toes, tears apart the fascists and squeals:
  - Communism will be with us!
  And he fires a well-aimed burst from his machine gun...
  The girls are obviously creating miracles of colossal power. And there is a fire in them that threatens to burn down the universe.
  Veronica sings while shooting:
  It will all be interesting, no doubt.
  The schedule will provide for everything in the world!
  And winks his sapphire eyes.
  Tamara, shooting, roars:
  - Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat! He is calling the heroes of Rus' to the alarm!
  And she fired a burst from her machine gun. She cut down the Fritzes and squeaked:
  - A woman is first and foremost a fox who wants to lasso a lion, but usually it is donkeys that end up in her lasso!
  Victoria, firing and throwing another gift of death with her bare toes, said:
  - A woman is a hen that loves golden eggs, bringing only loss to their bearer!
  And the girls burst out laughing in unison. They fight so delightfully with such colossal force.
  Tamara noted, shooting at foreign divisions:
  - A woman is a chicken, she can only lay golden eggs for that man who is a real fox!
  Veronica, firing and baring her teeth, added:
  - A real fox will make even a rooster lay golden eggs!
  Margarita, shooting and throwing grenades with her bare feet, noted:
  - The fox doesn't have lion's claws, but she can rip three skins off the king of beasts!
  Viola, baring her teeth aggressively, remarked:
  - He who is not a fox in mind is not a lion in stature!
  The warriors, as you can see, have great ambitions to be fighters. And if they get going.
  Olympiada, firing, took a whole box of explosives with her powerful legs and launched it. The mass of Nazis was torn apart, and the beautiful girl roared:
  - Rule the USSR, and sing the song of Lucifer! We will defeat everyone!
  Olympiada, however, did not forget to speak out after firing:
  - A fox woman can convince any man that he is a lion, having bred him like a simple donkey!
  Margarita, shooting, agreed with this:
  - A lioness woman only has a fox's intelligence and a wolf's grip!
  Serafima noted, mowing down her opponents:
  - A lion is not the one who roars, but the one who tears up a lot of greenery!
  Viola, firing accurately at the enemy and mowing him down, noted:
  - When a politician is not a fox, then three skins are torn off him and used for a collar!
  Victoria, baring her teeth and winking, and then throwing a deadly gift of death with her bare foot, said:
  - The politician has a wide ass to sit on two chairs, but he has a broad soul only in words!
  Olympiada, kicking the barrel with her bare, muscular feet and blowing up the Lev tank, muttered:
  - A tank is penetrated by a shell with a uranium core, a politician makes his way to the top without a heart, but with a gold wallet!
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  Kamyshin was abandoned. And in early June 1944, battles began for Saratov.
  There are such active battles here. And also girls, as always, in battles. And such pretty warriors.
  Alenka fights and mows down opponents with machine gun fire, and in whole ranks.
  The girl throws a grenade with her bare toes and squeals:
  - My victory will come!
  And again he shoots at the enemy.
  Anyuta also shoots at the enemy. She does it accurately and precisely. Her machine guns are so wind-up. And her bare toes throw explosive packets of colossal force. They tear the fascists apart and the girl squeals at the top of her lungs.
  - For communism!
  Alla, firing at the enemy with colossal accuracy and mowing down the enemies, squeals:
  - For the boundless Fatherland!
  And with her bare toes, the girl throws a grenade again. It must be said that it is a combat one.
  And she herself is red-haired and in only her underwear. And she fires so accurately and precisely, and the Fritzes lie down.
  Maria also fires very accurately. And she is such a beautiful girl, and with her bare toes she throws an explosive package, tearing up her opponents.
  After which he roars:
  - Rule the USSR Empire!
  Marusya also shoots accurately, hits the enemies and roars:
  - From the taiga to the British seas, our army is the strongest of all!
  And he also shoots out with his bare foot.
  Next, Matryona will launch a deadly projectile at the enemy. And she will hit him with 100% accuracy. Naturally, with her bare heel.
  It is the Soviet girls who work, but the German ones are not far behind.
  Christina, Magda, Margaret and Shella fight in the Panther. The machine, although not ideal, has a rapid-fire, long-range gun, is moderately agile, and has good frontal armor.
  German girls are barefoot and in bikinis, despite the summer heat, or rather because of it... And they are fighting a maneuverable battle.
  Here Christina makes a shot... The shell hits the T-34-76 turret and penetrates it. The Soviet tank stops, knocked out.
  The girls scream at the top of their lungs:
  - We won!
  Then Magda shoots. The beauty with golden hair also fired.
  So much so that the T-34's turret was blown off.
  The tiger girls take turns shooting. And very accurately. Here they hit another Soviet tank.
  Then Margaret slapped it. And hit the SU-76 self-propelled gun. She hit it skillfully. And sang:
  - Our hellish Germany is strong, it protects the peace!
  And as the tongue shows!
  Then she fired from the Shell gun. She hit the Soviet KV-1S tank. The girl did a good job too.
  Yes, the four warriors in bikinis are fighting and not afraid of the cold. After women began to fight, the Third Reich's affairs went much more successfully.
  Here in the sky are the pilots Albina and Alvina. Both beauties in bikinis and barefoot. They fight in Focke-Wulfs. And this is a very serious machine.
  Albina, firing from aircraft cannons, says:
  - Active croquet! Don't be sorry for the word smash!
  And how he will flash a dazzling smile! And he will shoot down two Soviet planes at once.
  Alvina also cut down three with her air cannons and chirped:
  - My approach will be deadly and matte!
  After which the girl bared her teeth and showed them! She is the very definition of charm, and full of phenomenal charisma.
  Albina cuts off another Yak-9 plane and squeals:
  - Why do we need Soviet pilots?
  Alvina shoots down the LAGG-5 and confidently says:
  - So that we Germans collect bills!
  What a wonderful couple of girls. How they set about collecting awards for themselves. You really can't argue with such beauties. They shoot down planes and bare their teeth.
  And the main secret is that in the cold, girls should be barefoot and in bikinis. Then the bills will come themselves.
  And never dress. But shake your naked chest, and you will always be in high esteem!
  Albina cut down another Red Army plane and sang:
  - In great heights and stellar purity!
  And she winked, jumping up and kicking her bare feet, roaring:
  - In the sea wave and the furious fire! And in the furious and furious fire!
  And again the girl shoots down the plane with an energetic approach.
  And then Alvina attacks the enemy. She does it with a turn, bares her teeth and squeals:
  - I will be the super champion of the world!
  And again the car hit by the girl falls. And the Red Army gets it pretty bad.
  And Albina roars with wild ecstasy:
  - I'm an executioner now, not a pilot!
  He shoots down another Soviet plane and hisses:
  - I bend over the sight and the missiles rush towards the target, there is another approach ahead!
  The warrior acts extremely aggressively.
  Here both girls attack ground targets. Albina penetrates the T-34 and squeals:
  - This will be the end!
  Alvina hits the SU-76 and whispers:
  - Until complete defeat!
  And how he shakes his bare foot!
  There is a fighting girl here, and on the USSR side, girls are also fighting, trying to protect Guryev, where Hitler's troops are also rushing, like a scorpion's attack.
  Alenka fought for Guryev, which was being stormed by the Nazis. The desperate beauty threw a grenade with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Glory to Rus' and our native party!
  Then Natasha launched a grenade with her bare toes and hissed:
  - We take care of the barefoot girl!
  Afterwards, Anyuta also sent a gift to death with the toes of her bare feet, and bleated:
  - It will be a wonderful blow!
  Red-haired Augustine took it and sent a gift of annihilation with her bare lower limb and squeaked:
  - Pointing the radar at the sky!
  And then the golden-haired Maria gave death to the fascists with her bare legs.
  And she sang:
  - In Madagascar, in the desert and the Sahara! I've been everywhere, I've seen the world!
  And then Marusya, with her bare feet, throws the whole bunch and sings:
  - In Finland, Greece, Australia, Sweden, they will tell you that there are no more beautiful girls than these!
  Yes, the six girls fought very well. But the Fritzes still took Kursk...
  No, you can't stand against such superior forces. The fascists keep pushing and pushing.
  And what is the effect of the preparation of the monsters?
  Adolf Hitler was simply thrilled: feeling like a real despot, to whom everyone obeyed and trembled. Yes, if you want Stalin's success, then you have to be like Stalin, without pity and demanding of others and yourself (that's exactly how and in such a sequence Joseph Vissarionovich thought!). Now there's a decent rustle and the machine will start moving. In general, Germany, taking into account its satellites, has a huge advantage over the USSR in the amount of industrial equipment, in skilled labor and the number of engineers at all levels. This is a fact, but the production of weapons is still not up to par! Germany lagged behind the USSR throughout the war, despite all the destruction in Russia. And from what? Of course, due to a certain chaos that reigned in various departments and, especially, in the military industry. In addition, a negative role was played by the lack of raw materials, as well as underestimation of the enemy's potential. In particular, in 1940, the production of weapons in Germany was lower than in 1939 (if we consider the shaft taking into account ammunition), and this despite the fact that the war was already underway, and the Third Reich took control of large territories with huge reserves of production capacity. Well, what can be said about Hitler's organizational skills? Not too much, but he shone in the military industry.
  The Fuhrer declared in a long speech:
  - In the matter of supervising aviation, extraordinary powers are granted to Sauer. He will closely monitor both the quantity of equipment produced and, no less important, the quality. In addition, many of your friends, Goering, although they were once good aces, are not capable of leadership work. Not every good soldier is also an outstanding general, so instead of the hanged Eric, the technical sphere will be led by a person from among professional entrepreneurs, capable of carrying out the reform and rearmament of the air forces. After all, Britain is not asleep, it is increasing both the quantity and the quality of its armed forces, and especially aviation. We need to be two heads ahead of the enemy, a dozen steps, otherwise we will completely lose our superiority over the enemy. And therefore, high-quality steps are needed.
  Goering timidly objected:
  - My friends, proven people who have proven their combat effectiveness and professionalism.
  The frenzied dictator became furious:
  - Or maybe you think I've forgotten who lost the Battle of Britain? Or who failed the four-year plan for the development of the national economy. Or do you also want to be beaten with rods, and in public at that. So shut your mouth and keep quiet until you're impaled!
  Goering even sat down in fear. Alas, you can't joke with the Fuhrer. Then the noise was heard again, another ME-262 jet aircraft took off into the sky. The machine was massive and had two engines. The wings were slightly swept, the fighter itself looked quite menacing. Its speed characteristics, for 1941, were generally decent, and even record-breaking by world standards. True, the machine itself was not yet completely reliable and required debugging. The fascist dictator, however, had already given the characteristics of new, more advanced fighters... The ME-262 weighs more than six tons, which is a bit overloaded. A jet fighter must be small, cheap and nimble. In this regard, the ME-163 could be good, but its rocket engine was too forced and only worked for six minutes (or rather, it will work for a while longer!), which means its range is only within a radius of one hundred kilometers. As a blitz-style bomber or fighter cover for armada strikes on England, it is certainly not suitable.
  But the ME-262 can carry a ton of bombs, that is, as much as the Pe-2 Soviet frontline aircraft. That is, an excellent solution for both fighter cleanup and troop support. However, why not create a fighter in the style of the ME-163 Comet, but without a rocket engine, but with a turbojet engine? They tried to improve the Comet and seemed to bring the flight time to 15 minutes (this is a range of up to 300 kilometers), which is generally acceptable for the Battle of Britain. London can still be reached from Normandy ... Although not everything is so obvious, you still need to bomb and return back, and fifteen minutes were not in such a forced mode. In the future, rocket and jet fighters were recognized as a dead end in aviation. But the design of the Comet is very interesting, with its small size and lightness, and therefore cheapness and maneuverability.
  In addition, there are still very promising fighters weighing 800 kilograms, such gliders that they can be used in air battles. True, due to the short range, they can only be used for defensive battles, or delivered to London on ... Transports, and then hook up the pilots back. We'll have to think about this. In real history, gliders never managed to fight, and for some reason, Soviet aviation generals did not dare to try this idea in Korea. In general, it's not sad, but during the Korean War, the American pilot opened the scoring first. So the Yankees should not be underestimated.
  After the flight ended, a young blonde girl jumped out of the cockpit and ran at full speed to the Fuhrer.
  The rabid Nazi number one extended his hand to her for a kiss. It's nice when girls love you, and the Fuhrer, it seems, is sincerely idolized by all Germans, or rather almost all except a few concentration camp prisoners. The pilot said with enthusiasm:
  - This is simply a magnificent plane, it has such speed and power. We'll tear all the lion cubs apart like a surrogate heating pad!
  The Fuhrer approved of the girl"s impulse:
  - Of course, we will, but... The machine should be debugged at a faster pace, and this especially applies to the engines. Here, of course, radical measures will be needed to improve them, but if anything, the leader-designer will help!
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the great Fuhrer! May Providence help us!
  The anthem of the Third Reich began to play and a column of young fighters from the Hitler Youth moved. Boys from fourteen to seventeen years old marched to the beat of a drum in a special formation. And then came the most interesting part: teenage girls from the Women's Union of Germany marched. They were wearing short skirts, the bare, bare feet of the beauties attracted the gaze of men. The girls tried to lift their legs higher, but at the same time pulled the toes, carefully placed the heel. An entertaining sight of beauties with flawless figures... The faces were really different and some of the young fascists were somewhat rough, almost masculine, and they also twisted them. Especially when they brought their eyebrows together.
  The aesthete Adolf noted:
  - It is necessary that boys and girls receive physical training more en masse. And I know that much is being done in this regard, particularly in the Jungvolk, but it is necessary to be comprehensive and adopt Spartan methods. Of course, except for encouraging theft... Our boys and girls must grow up as decent and at the same time ruthless people.
  The Supreme Commander paused. The generals were silent, probably afraid to object, and did not want to confirm the obvious. The Fuhrer continued:
  - War is no joke, but ruthlessness towards enemies must be combined with mutual assistance and a sense of brotherhood towards comrades. This is what we must instill in everyone... The new superman is merciless to others, but he must be even more merciless to himself. For inferiority must first be eradicated in one's soul, and then the feeble human body will rise again!
  Another pause... The generals and designers suddenly realized and began to applaud loudly. The Fuhrer seemed pleased:
  - That's already better, and now I'd like to see an imitation of an air battle. Something menacing and all-destroying...
  Heinkel asked timidly:
  - With live ammunition or shells, my Fuhrer?
  Nazi number one nodded:
  - Of course, with combat ones. Besides, I would like to examine the action of the ejection device. After all, you are working on it... - the Fuhrer shook his fists. - When, finally, will it be ready and launched into mass production. After all, an experienced pilot is an experienced pilot, who must be saved for future battles!
  The Fuhrer-terminator nevertheless decided to show the designers a more modern design of the ejection device. This system should be less cumbersome, simpler and lighter. Well, the inexpensive pyropatron, already mastered by the German industry, is quite suitable for this purpose.
  The diagram had to be drawn on the go, but Hitler was a really good artist, and he drew clearly and quickly, the diagram lines and turns were even and clear without any rulers or compasses. The time-traveling Terminator thought that it was strange, of course, that the Germans, having, in general, such a strong and to some extent advanced ideology as National Socialism and a totalitarian system, had leaked the war to the Russians. Perhaps this is due to the fact that Russian soldiers were stronger and more resilient than the German ones and learned to fight faster.
  In general, if you look at the course of the war as a whole, then yes, the Russians, or rather the Soviet military, learned to fight, and the Germans seemed to have forgotten how... Their command made decisions at the level of first-graders, and maybe even lower, if the first-grader has experience in conducting military operations in real-time strategies. And that sometimes children of about six years old already so deftly lead virtual armies, then they and Zhukov and Mainstein could learn from them. However, some researchers consider both Zhukov and Mainstein to be mediocrities. There are also contradictions in the number of equipment, in particular captured French. Hitler's memory (a good memory, especially when he was still healthy!), suggested that there were 3,600 captured tanks from the French, a very impressive number... Some models, such as the SiS -35, were superior to the T-34 in their armor, although only in frontal armor. So this tank could well be produced in French factories, except perhaps by replacing the 47-mm gun with a long-barreled 75-mm gun. Actually, even this may not be enough. Britain and the US generally valued armor in their tanks the most. For example, the forty-ton Churchill had 152-mm armor against 120-mm armor for the IS-2 heavy tank.
  The Fuhrer told the designers something else:
  - We have enough wind tunnels, so search for a more optimal model of the plane and create streamlined shapes, without bringing things to expensive tests, where our best aces die. For example, a model of a flying wing type of plane is very effective, especially if the thickness and angle of inclination could be changed. I have already given you a drawing, so the tailless should be ready. Its estimated speed will be up to 1100 kilometers per hour even with the Jumo engine. So go for it, but don't be impudent!
  Then there was a dinner in the open air, the maidservants set up tables and chairs. Beautiful... But what reforms should be made in National Socialism? Such as to reduce the number of enemies as much as possible and find friends. For example, not to extol the German race at every step and maybe even stop dividing peoples into classes. However, formally the division of nations into inferior and Aryan has not yet been legalized. This simplifies matters.
  A beautiful girl from among the servants sat down next to the Fuhrer and placed his hand on her bare knee. She cooed:
  - Are you thinking about something, my Fuhrer?
  The Nazi dictator and virtual player perked up. He noticed that he had not finished his vegetable soup and fruit salad. The Fuhrer kissed the girl on the lips, smelling her youthful, sweet aroma, and declared:
  - You'll go in the car with me. And you all get to work, the time to eat is over.
  And again the gears of the state, admittedly not quite well-oiled mechanism, started turning. On the way back, the Fuhrer made love to a beauty, and was even surprised where he got so much energy and strength from. After all, they said that the Fuhrer was impotent and generally supposedly disabled, had suffered from syphilis (a lie) and was castrated (a complete fabrication!).
  However, not everything is smooth already on June 22, 1944, the war with the USSR has been going on for three years. And there is no victory in sight, and Saratov is still holding out. Stalin ordered this city to be defended at any cost.
  Despite all the losses, the production of combat equipment is quite high. The new IS-2 tanks turned out to be quite effective. Even without penetrating individual German vehicles head-on, they disabled them from a fairly large distance.
  So the Nazis had it pretty tough. But they had a big advantage. There were already quite a few ME-262 jets fighting in the sky. And it was a serious opponent.
  The TA-152, however, proved itself to be a remarkable type of weapon.
  Stalin, meanwhile, also held a liaison meeting on the third anniversary of the start of the war and began asking military leaders what they were thinking about and how to improve the situation on the fronts.
  Zhukov suggested to the leader:
  - If we simply defend ourselves and repel threats, we will undoubtedly lose. We need to attack!
  Stalin nodded vigorously:
  - I agree! But where!
  Marshal Zhukov proposed:
  - Before Leningrad capitulates, it must be unblocked!
  Marshal Vasilevsky agreed:
  - Yes, I think this will be the best option!
  Stalin shrugged his shoulders and noted:
  - If we attack Tikhvin again, they will be waiting for us there, and we will get bogged down or fall into a trap!
  Marshal Zhukov nodded in agreement:
  - True, Comrade Stalin! But I suggest that we strike at the Finnish troops in Petrozavodsk. They are not so strong and we can take the enemy by surprise!
  Stalin replied with a smile:
  - It's logical, comrade Zhukov. So attack Petrozavodsk. And bring us victory!
  After these words, several girls in short white skirts and bare feet entered. They brought bottles of red wine, and glasses with sandwiches and black caviar. Stalin took one of these sandwiches and, while drinking it, said:
  - So let's drink to the fact that our opportunities always coincide with our needs.
  Voznesensky noted:
  - The quality of our tanks' armor is quite low. And I propose making the IS-2 and T-34-85 lighter, faster and more maneuverable by reducing their armor. This will save us metal and make these vehicles more practical.
  Stalin shrugged his shoulders and noted:
  - Perhaps... But I am not a supporter of making tanks out of plywood!
  Voznesensky remarked with a serious expression:
  - But maybe it's not a bad idea to make some tanks almost entirely out of wood. We can check how it will look in practice!
  Zhukov nodded in agreement and launched into a speech:
  - T-34s can be made lighter, they are still too fragile and increasing speed and maneuverability could add to their survivability. In addition, the gearbox has become better and this compensated for the decrease in ergonomics from the increase in weight. But the low quality of steel, 90 millimeters against powerful German guns turns into nothing. Moreover, the Germans are removing the simple "Panther" and T-4 from production, and in the Third Reich, in addition to reconnaissance tanks, only the "Panther"-2 with an 88-mm gun will be mass-produced. And our tanks can't cope with it at a long distance. And even more so, their speed should be increased!
  Stalin nodded:
  - Produce some T-34-85 and IS-2 only with bulletproof protection, and then check and track how this will affect their combat effectiveness. And work on the SU-100 should be accelerated. Maybe we will abandon the T-34 and IS-2 in favor of this self-propelled gun exclusively.
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  - It's an interesting idea. But the SU-100 can only hit the enemy's side by turning completely around...
  Stalin growled:
  - Make it shorter so it can turn faster... And preferably lower in silhouette. But we need this SPG like air!
  Zhukov asked:
  - Your Excellency... Saratov is holding out for now, but will soon fall. We need to develop a plan to evacuate from Kuibyshev what was taken from Moscow. What do you personally think?
  Stalin responded harshly:
  - It looks like we'll have to evacuate to Sverdlovsk. But we can still work in Moscow. We have a whole underground city here. We're seriously capable of holding out in it.
  Vasilevsky growled:
  - Moscow must be held at any cost, as well as Saratov!
  Stalin ordered:
  - Counterattack the Germans in the gap between the Don and the Volga. We need to divert forces. Hold Saratov at any cost, to the last drop of blood. Use all means, even kamikaze.
  Zhukov confirmed:
  - So be it, oh great one!
  Stalin turned to Yakovlev:
  - So, designer, any ideas?
  The Deputy People's Commissar replied with a sigh:
  - We should create jet aviation, but it is not realistic yet. And the Yak-3 requires high-quality duralumin, which we do not have!
  Stalin nodded:
  - I know! We should have the Yak-9 in service. And we should produce as many of them as possible! And increase the production of fighters.
  Yakovlev noted:
  - The German TA-152 is an attack aircraft, a frontline bomber, and a fighter at the same time. It would be good if we could create a similar multi-purpose machine!
  Stalin supported the designer:
  - This is a good idea, comrade Yakovlev! For example, if the LAGG-7 is slightly improved, it can be converted into a mixture of an attack aircraft and a frontline fighter!
  Yakovlev readily confirmed:
  - It is possible, Comrade Stalin... But it takes time. And the plane may be expensive.
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief angrily slammed his fist on the table and growled:
  - Make it cheaper! And anyway, how much can we speculate on this topic? We need a universal plane, so that we can only produce it. And this could be the solution.
  Yakovlev noted:
  - The IL-2 is fairly easy to manufacture and its design is well-established. It is not worth removing it for now. It is a fairly durable aircraft, although its flight characteristics are currently outdated. But every cloud has a silver lining. We are doing a good job of bombing enemy equipment.
  Zhdanov noted angrily:
  - Our aviation must be the strongest in measure!
  Yakovlev nodded:
  - It should! But for now, the best pilots in the world are ours: Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova!
  Stalin nodded in agreement:
  - These girls have no equal, and for another twenty-five enemy planes shot down, I award them another Hero of the USSR star!
  Zhukov enthusiastically suggested:
  - We should drink to this!
  Beria sang with delight:
  - We, having remembered everything, history will judge,
  Her time will come for trial...
  From the plow to the atomic weapons,
  He led the country confidently forward!
  While the members of the military council were deliberating, the girls were fighting.
  And with the help of their bare toes they knock down the Nazis and these barefoot beauties perform feats.
  And they sing:
  - We believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  . CHAPTER #10.
  By the end of June, the Germans had cut off Saratov, and on July 1, 1944, they used the formidable Sturmmaus for the first time. This machine with a 650-mm rocket launcher launched deadly rockets that split entire city blocks.
  The girls who drove this machine were wearing only panties and were releasing gifts of extremely destructive death.
  The bare-legged girls had panties in red, black and white. And they brought forth murderous gifts of death.
  Their commander, Faina, shook her scarlet breasts and sang:
  - Glory to the era of the knights of the cross!
  We will reach the end of our journey in the universe!
  And the warriors squealed and jumped up.
  One of them, Margaret, remarked:
  - Almighty God is with us!
  Faina agreed with this:
  - Of course! And the Third Reich will certainly win!
  The girl stamped her bare foot and sang:
  -When we are united, we are invincible! When we are united, we are invincible!
  So the warriors shot and stamped and jumped with bare feet. Warriors of the greatest class.
  Irma also feeds a projectile through an automatic drive and roars:
  - A great victory awaits us!
  The girls, of course, are among those who will never give up. And they destroy the Soviet positions with colossal enthusiasm.
  Albina and Alvina are on top as always, and show off their aggressive tricks. Let's just say they are super girls!
  Albina, knocking down a Soviet car with her bare toes, says:
  - I am a super girl!
  Alvina, knocking down another target with her bare heel, jumps up and, flexing her abdominal muscles, exclaims:
  - I am such a warrior that I defeated everything dead!
  And so the warriors parted ways.
  Gerda decided to try out the latest German innovation together with Charlotte.
  So far only the E-25 SAU may appear in large enough quantities - it is quite simple to produce and cheap. Although this model is one of the first. Here are two girls in bikinis lying in it. The machine is lower than one and a half meters and thanks to this, it is so well protected and armed with a relatively small weight.
  Two girls, Charlotte and Gerda, lay down and fired at the Soviet guns. In front of them, tiny radio-controlled machines moved and cleared minefields.
  Red-haired Charlotte fired the gun. She knocked down the Soviet gun and shook her chest, barely covered by a thin strip of fabric. And she cooed:
  - Furious fire of hyperplasm!
  And then Gerda will give it to you, using her bare toes. And she will chirp:
  - I'm a very cool girl and not stupid...
  The self-propelled gun moves along. And stops from time to time. Its frontal armor is strongly inclined, and this provides good protection. The shells of Soviet guns are sensitive to ricochets. And nothing threatens the front of such a self-propelled gun. But they can still penetrate the side. But the girls are in no hurry. The effective self-propelled gun surpasses the SU-100 in armor penetration, which is still being developed, and is also better protected, more mobile and lighter.
  And the Red Army has few sukhois, or rather, they are still only in the design stage. Mainly the T-34-85 tank, which does not have a powerful enough gun and weak armor. And the German E-25 self-propelled gun, by the way, is lighter, much stronger in armor and gun.
  The girls are fighting... Very beautiful and young. And their SPG is bombing and throwing...
  It's hot in July, and the girls' bodies are glistening with sweat in the hot car. They can't give in and retreat.
  Gerda notes:
  - The gods of the Wehrmacht are apparently strong,
  But they don"t help the weak...
  If Adolf's cause is true -
  Create a world power!
  Charlotte sang enthusiastically:
  - Yes, magic needs a "Panther" and a "Tiger",
  Spill more blood in spite of all fate...
  And there is no need for doubts and crazy games,
  Let the whole race on Earth fall to its knees!
  But these are German girls, and on the other side there are Soviet girls fighting.
  So the fight is going to be the most serious. Natasha and Anyuta shoot from a powerful ship gun and squeal:
  - Our flag will be over Berlin!
  And they bare their white, pearly teeth. And you can't stop the girls with mines.
  Two shells hit the frontal armor of the upper part of the hull... They ricochet. No, the IS-2 is a serious vehicle and it is not so easy to take it.
  But the IS-1 that is moving to the right of the girls, it seems, got hit by a high-pressure gun and stopped. Damaged the handsome man.
  Alenka, playing with her abdominal muscles, sings:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world, Newton discovered that two times two is four!
  The fighting is still going on unabated. The Soviet cannon is hitting the Germans. Big Marusya is inserting shells into the breech. This is the girls' life and destiny. And they are singing:
  - No one will stop us, no one will defeat us! Russian wolves crush the enemy, Russian wolves - salute the heroes!
  Augustine, firing from machine guns, says:
  - In the holy war! Our victory will be! Russian flag forward, glory to the fallen heroes!
  And again the lethal cannon roars, and the sound is heard:
  - No one will stop us, no one will defeat us! Russian wolves are crushing the enemy, they have a cool hand, you know!
  Maria, this girl with golden hair, directs the tank and squeals:
  - Let's crush the fascists hard!
  The Germans are having a hard time, there are battles in the sky too. But for now the Yak-9 is too much inferior to the German marks in speed and armament. The battle is therefore unequal.
  Marcel, this remarkable ace pilot, made a good career during the war. More precisely, remarkable and fantastic. After reaching one hundred and fifty aircraft, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Upon reaching four hundred downed aircraft, he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds. For five hundred aircraft, he received the Order of the German Eagle with diamonds, and after seven hundred and fifty, the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds. And upon reaching a thousand aircraft, he received the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross.
  The unique pilot was able to make many aerial victories. And while he was still alive. Marcel was recently awarded the rank of general. But he still flew as an ordinary pilot.
  As they say, neither does it burn in fire nor in water . Over many years of war, Marcel acquired the instinct of a hunter. He became a super-legendary pilot, and very popular.
  . But he had another strong competitor - Agave and Albina and Alvina, who also exceeded the figure of a thousand downed machines each. And Agave was catching up with Marseille very quickly. But she is still very young, and has not lost a single fighter yet.
  The girl pressed on the pedals with her bare, sharpened feet, and fired a burst from the aircraft cannons. And four Soviet IL-2 aircraft were shot down.
  Agave giggles and says:
  - We're all bitches to some extent! But I have nerves of steel!
  And again the girl turns around. She shoots down seven USSR planes with one burst - six PE-2 and one TU-3, and squeals:
  - I'm generally, if not super, then hyper!
  Agave is a bitch, of course. A pilot from Lucifer. A very beautiful honey blonde.
  Here he fires another burst and shoots down eight Soviet Yak-9 planes at once and beeps:
  - I am the most creative and reactive!
  The girl is really not stupid. She can do everything and knows how to do everything. You can't call her an ordinary person.
  And your legs are so tanned, so graceful...
  And here Mirabela is fighting against her... For a long time, the best Soviet ace was Pokryshkin. He collected five gold stars of the Hero of the USSR, having shot down one hundred and twenty-seven aircraft. But then he died. Then no one could beat his record. Except for Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova. And only recently Mirabela also surpassed Kozhedub in a tattered Yak-9T. And having shot down over one hundred and eighty aircraft, she became a seven-time Hero of the USSR.
  This is a terminator girl! Someone like her can stop a galloping horse and enter a burning hut.
  Or even cooler.
  Mirabela had a difficult fate. She ended up in a children's labor colony. Barefoot and in a gray robe, she chopped down trees and sawed trunks. She was so strong and healthy. In severe frosts she walked barefoot, and in prison pajamas. And she would have sneezed at least once.
  Of course, such a phenomenon was also noted at the front. For a long time, Mirabela fought in the infantry, and then became a pilot. Mirabela received her first baptism of fire in the battle of Moscow, where she went immediately after the colony. And there she showed herself to be cool.
  She fought barefoot and almost naked in the bitter cold that literally paralyzed the Wehrmacht. That's the kind of damn, invincible girl she was. And she succeeded completely.
  Mirabela believed in the imminent victory of the USSR. But time passes. There are more and more victims, but victory does not come. And it becomes really scary.
  Mirabela dreams of victories and achievements. She has seven USSR stars - that"s more than anyone else! And damn it, she deserves her awards! And she will continue to bear the military cross. Even if Stalin is killed later, his work lives on!
  The girl comes in and hangs out... She shoots down the newest German HE-162 and squeals:
  - Top class! And a new crew with the devil!
  Really, she's a cool girl. A real cobra is capable of a lot.
  Mirabella is a new star....
  The battles last for several days, until a new week comes and on July 8, 1944... The Soviet IS-2 has received damage to its rollers and tracks - it is being repaired. Yes, such is the cruel and merciless war. And how much longer will it last?
  And now Gerda has surpassed Knisel and Wittmann in the number of tanks destroyed.
  How could they not? They fight barefoot and in bikinis. The girls took another break, tormenting the Soviet children a little more. And now they were approaching the number of three hundred destroyed tanks. And they could count on an unprecedented award: the star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  These are some girls!
  Gerda shoots at the Soviet vehicle. It tears off its turret and screams:
  - I'm a damn creature!
  And shoots again. Penetrates the T-34-85. And squeaks:
  - Homeland Germany!
  The girl is twitching. And she is very active... Yes, she has such a strategic streak. It is already mid-July 1944... The war goes on and on... Not wanting to stop. The Red Army is trying to advance in different places. But rather carefully, as there are few human resources left.
  And Russia is bleeding.
  For example, Hans Feuer. The youngest person to be awarded the Iron Cross First Class. And then the youngest person to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross for capturing a Soviet general.
  Yes, this is actually very cool.
  And the boys show themselves to be extremely cool.
  Hans Feuer is a desperate fighter. The boy fights like a giant, in frost and heat, in summer and winter, in only shorts.
  The child throws grenades with his bare toes and becomes legendary.
  This is really really cool!
  Hans became famous for centuries! Even if only as an antihero!
  And in general, the war going on here is so incredible and intense... Any AI fades away.
  Agave is back in the sky and shooting down Soviet aircraft. She is a hunter and a predator. She strikes the enemy.
  The cars she shot down fall. And then the girl fires at the ground forces. She shoots down an IS-2. And laughs:
  - I'm the best! I'm the girl who kills enemies!
  And again it is transferred to air targets. This is a destroyer of tanks and all machines that fly and shoot.
  But here is a small tank E-5. A machine weighing seven tons. It is undergoing combat tests. And it gnaws and gnaws at the enemy.
  And it"s time to sing - no one will stop us or defeat us!
  The E-5 rushes along, shooting on the move. And you can't stop such a tank. And the shells ricochet.
  And inside the machine sits a ten-year-old boy, Friedrich, and squeals:
  - And I will really be a super fighter!
  And again, as he fired... And it hits the very center of the turret. And its killing power, although it is a small caliber, is colossal.
  And in the sky Helga fights. A barefoot girl in a bikini is collecting bills. And she is happy with her fantastic successes.
  With his bare toes he points at the Soviet vehicle and sets it on fire, causing a whole combat kit with shells to explode.
  This is cool and crazy.
  And Agave breaks forward... And also fights.
  Here it is already August 1944... The Red Army has not been able to achieve success anywhere. But the Germans also cannot make any significant advances. Here the formidable underground tanks are going into battle. But they are purely tactical.
  The girls rushed underground, destroyed a battery of Soviet guns and returned back.
  They captured a couple of young pioneers. The girls stripped the captured boys and began to torture them. They beat the young pioneers with wire, then roasted their bare heels with fire. Then they began to break their toes with red-hot pincers. The boys howled in wild pain. In the end, the girls burned stars on their chests with red-hot iron and crushed their male perfections with their boots. The latter finished off the young pioneers and they died from pain shock.
  The girls, in short, showed extra class. But again the Germans did not achieve anything significant.
  Powerful self-propelled guns: "Sturmmaus", fired at Soviet positions. Conducted a lot of destruction and annihilation. But a Soviet attack aircraft knocked out one of the machines, and the Fritzes returned back.
  Saratov was still holding out in August 1944. However, the Germans were able to capture the city of Uralsk in Kazakhstan and moved towards Orenburg.
  Here again Albina and Alvina are in the air, but this time on an experimental flying saucer. They aim with their bare toes, pressing the joystick buttons, and they do it extremely deftly.
  The girls, of course, demonstrate the highest aerobatics. Here they jerked their disc, and a dozen Soviet flying machines were shot down.
  Albina chirps:
  - Furious construction team! There will be a meteor shower!
  And he turns his car around again. And the girls destroy the Red Army. And, thoroughly...
  Alvina also shoots down a dozen Soviet planes and squeals:
  - Crazy girls, and not at all virgins!
  About the last one, it is true. Their couple had a lot of fun with men. And what they didn't do. Girls loved men - it was pleasant for them! And especially if they used their tongues.
  A girl of the highest rank... They tortured the pioneer... First they undressed him and poured a couple of buckets of water down his throat. Then they brought a hot iron to his swollen belly. And how they burned him! The pioneer screamed in wild pain... It smelled like something burning.
  Alvina hit him on the side with a hot wire. And how she laughed... It was really funny.
  After which she sang:
  - I'm tired of defending my rear - I want to tease my happiness!
  And how she laughs! And bares her pearly teeth! The girl loves to kill, what a girl!
  And the girl's feet are all bare and graceful. She loves to walk barefoot on the coals. And also to chase the captured pioneers. They squeal so much when their heels are fried. Even Alvina finds it very funny. And Albina is also a girl, frankly speaking - super! How she hits her opponent in the chin with her elbow. And squeaks:
  - I'm a top-notch girl!
  And she bares her pearly teeth. Which sparkle as if polished. And the warrior is impressive! She can do things that cannot be described even in a fairy tale or with a pen!
  Both warriors are Soviet Yaks, Laggies, Peshkas, Ilyas, they shoot down in the sky. The beauties are active. There is not a shadow of the slightest doubt in them. And such wild and frenzied beauty.
  The warriors control the joystick with their bare toes and attack Russian vehicles. They crush fighters like a club on crystal. The girls are merciless and pitiless. They have the power of anger and the flame of passion. And confidence in victory. Even if the war has been going on only with the USSR for four years. But it doesn't want to end. Albina and Alvina are at the very peak of their popularity. And they don't want to retreat or stop for a moment. And they move forward and ram the enemy.
  Albina, shooting down Soviet planes, squeals:
  - The girl is tired of crying, I"d rather drown my bast shoe!
  And how she bares her teeth and flashes her pearly teeth. And how she wants a man now. She loves to rape men. She really enjoys it. She'll just go ahead and rape you.
  Albina roars:
  Sex girls is sex,
  Let's sing for great progress!
  And the warrior will burst out laughing... And let's kill all her enemies again. She has a lot of energy. And muscles full of strength.
  And Alvina roared:
  - Let's smash the enemy to pieces!
  And the warrior will start laughing actively! And she imagined how her guys are groping her. But this is, let's say, downright pleasant.
  September is already upon us... The sun shines less and less. On the first day of autumn, Russian boys run barefoot through the freshly fallen snow in the northern regions of Russia. They laugh, grin, and show the Germans the fig.
  Pioneers with red ties, with short haircuts, some of them completely bald. They run, jumping up and down. Their bare feet are almost not cold. They have become very rough. Girls are running too, also without shoes. Their pink, round heels sparkle in the sun. Wonderful Soviet girls. Slender, athletic, accustomed to getting by with little.
  And they keep baring their teeth and showing them off... The first day of autumn is a real joy and thirst for light and creation!
  And in the sky there is an air battle. Mirabela, this is the number one Soviet pilot, one of the first to shoot down another German plane. And as always, a girl in a bikini. Eternally young and unfading. Such is the spiritual strength hidden in her.
  Mirabella, however, also loves when men touch her. She really likes it. That's why she's a pilot... When a girl's naked, muscular body is kneaded by men's hands - it's a real treat. And great pleasure!
  Mirabella knocks down another Hitlerite car and hisses:
  - I'm an armored bitch!
  The girl even beats the control panel with her bare, round heels. She is magnificent. And inimitable.
  Mirabella wriggles out of it. And Agave flies towards her. Here, finally, two of the most effective female warriors-pilots have met. They shoot at each other with a turn. They try to get at each other from a distance. But it doesn"t work out too well. Both beauties fly off the firing line. And aggressively bare their teeth. What bitches they are. They look each other harshly in the eyes. More precisely, head-on and shoot again. The German ME-262 X is still better armed than the Yak-9 T, and the Soviet machine is shot down...
  But Mirabela manages to eject, losing her plane for the first time in her flying career. The worst thing is that she ended up in enemy territory. And that's bad. Such are the unique twists of fate. And on September 1, 1944, already the fifth year of World War II, the world changes, but the Fuhrer's rule in the alternative history game remains.
  Saratov is finally abandoned by Soviet troops, and the Wehrmacht army approaches Kuibyshev.
  Fierce fighting is also taking place for Orenburg.
  There, barefoot Tamara fights, throwing explosive packages at enemies, pushing them with her bare heels and screaming:
  - Glory to the land of communism!
  Veronica shoots at her opponents. She throws an explosive package with her bare toes and shouts:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Victoria, shooting at her opponents, and doing it like Robin Hood in a bikini, chirps, throwing bombs at the enemy with her bare toes and howling:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  Olya, shooting at the enemy and mowing them down with a sickle, took and chirped:
  - For the greatness of the Soviet state and great glory!
  And with bare toes he will again throw an explosive package of colossal, destructive force.
  Larisa, firing at the fascists, squealed:
  - My country Russia, you are forever given by God under the blue sky!
  And winks at his partners...
  Agafya, shooting at the Nazis, purred:
  - Orenburg will never surrender! We will be against the enemies of the Fatherland!
  The girls are tough and intend to fight truly until the very last drop of blood.
  Orenburg is still holding out. But on September 3, 1944, the assault on Kuibyshev began. And of course, this is not good for the USSR.
  Alenka shoots at the fascists and screams:
  - For communism in the country of the Soviets!
  And again, with his bare foot, he will launch a grenade of destructive power.
  Anyuta fires at her opponents and squeals:
  - Let's defend Kuibyshev!
  And with his bare toes he throws a large explosive package of deadly force.
  And will tear apart a mass of enemies.
  Alla, shooting at the Fritzes, chirps and shakes her chest:
  - To the cosmic heights of Polesia!
  And with his bare heel he will throw a grenade to destroy and cause total death to all the Fritze aggressors.
  Maria, shooting at the fascists and throwing her bare foot at the power that paralyzed the Fritzes, squeaked:
  - Board the ship!
  And the girl will laugh out loud!
  Marusya, shooting at the fascist chains and throwing a destructive grenade with her bare toes, chirped:
  - Glory to communism and victories!
  Matryona noted with a smile, sending another deadly burst and mowing down the Fritzes:
  - The Motherland is sacred!
  The girls fight like warriors.
  The test of the flying saucer was initially successful, but then it failed.
  So Albina and Alvina were now fighting again on the ME-309, a vehicle very convenient for their style.
  The girls fired at Soviet planes and squealed:
  - An outstanding park, and electronic spaghetti!
  Albina fired a well-aimed burst at the enemy, knocked down a Soviet vehicle, aiming with her bare foot and squealed:
  - My first move will be fatal to the enemy!
  Alvina also fired at the enemy. She cut him off thoroughly and bared her teeth and said:
  - Communism is my destiny!
  And with her bare toes she hit another target.
  The girls are still fighting in the old machine. Propeller fighters have not yet been taken out of production. Moreover, one still needs to get used to jet machines and deploy a whole infrastructure for them. And this is not so easy to do.
  Albina, shooting at Soviet vehicles, logically noted:
  - I will create the era of communism and lead the empire to the stars!
  And with his bare heel he presses on the pedals.
  Alvina, firing at the Russian vehicles, piercing them right through, squeaked:
  - Our goal is Aryan communism!
  And again the warrior used her bare toes. And she acted very quickly.
  When both girls returned, having used up all their combat kit, they allowed their bodies to be washed in the bathhouse. Handsome guys beat them with brooms. Albina, warming up, noted:
  - Men are still needed!
  Alvina agreed:
  - Of course they are! Although we women are much more beautiful!
  Albina burst out laughing and chirped:
  - Why does a woman need a man so that she has someone to beat up!
  The girls, of course, agree with this.
  Helga with the TA-152 fired at Soviet tanks and pierced them right through, grinning:
  - Glory to Kaiser communism!
  And the girl laughed.
  Agava is in the sky hunting for Soviet aircraft. More and more often in the sky you can see the Yak-9, which is the easiest to produce. This machine, however, is not so weak. In the T modification, it is armed with a 37-millimeter cannon and can sting a Fritz painfully.
  Agave fires from a distance on his ME-262 and sings through his nose:
  -I am the wisest in the world, I kill enemies in the toilet!
  And winks at his angels in the sky.
  But here again in the air and Mirabella. This girl, despite all the losses, is not discouraged.
  And he even begins to sing, composing as he goes;
  I joined the Komsomol while playing,
  Beautiful girl of dreams....
  I thought the world would be an eternal May,
  Every day is the birth of spring!
  
  But for some reason it didn"t work out,
  Somehow I can"t fall in love...
  Well, tell me guys, please,
  Life is a very strong oar!
  
  Suddenly the war thundered,
  And a hurricane of death swept through...
  And my girl's strong body,
  You can put yourself in danger at once!
  
  I don't want to give up, believe me,
  Fight for the Fatherland to the end...
  We carry grenades in a strong backpack,
  Stalin replaced his father in our hearts!
  
  Great warriors of Russia.
  We can protect the world and order...
  The stars of the sky have watered the velvet,
  And the hunter turned into the game!
  
  I'm a barefoot girl fighting,
  Full of temptation and love...
  There will be, I know a place in this paradise,
  You can't build happiness on blood!
  
  Great warriors of the Fatherland,
  We will fight firmly near Moscow...
  And then the dream under communism,
  Against the underworld with Satan!
  
  Brave Russian guys,
  That they fight fair until the end...
  They shoot from a machine gun,
  If necessary, from a gold crown!
  
  Not even a bullet can stop us,
  Jesus the great God is risen...
  The days of the predatory dragon are over,
  It became even brighter from the sky!
  
  I love you, my dear Lada,
  The supreme God Svarog will be in glory...
  We must fight for Russia,
  The best White God is with us!
  
  Don't bring the Russians to their knees,
  Believe me, our flesh cannot be tamed...
  Stalin and the great Lenin are with us,
  You also have to pass this exam!
  
  The pain of the Fatherland is also in our hearts,
  We believe in her greatness...
  We quickly open the door to space,
  Life will be very sweet!
  
  We are barefoot, beautiful girls,
  We run so briskly through the snowdrifts...
  We don't need this bitter vodka,
  The cherub spreads its wings!
  
  We girls will stand up for our Fatherland,
  And we will answer the Fritzes, no to the evil ones,
  The hellish Cain will be destroyed,
  And greetings to Christ the Savior!
  
  There will be an era - there is no better one,
  The dead will rise again forever...
  The universe will become a real paradise,
  May all people's dreams come true!
  . CHAPTER #11.
  September 1944 was spent in fierce battles... The Fritzes were able to surround Kuibyshev and Orenburg and therefore these cities were doomed, but despite all the difficulties they fought.
  The girls demonstrated extraordinary fortitude... In early October, the Nazis, not yet having taken Kuibyshev, attacked Penza. And the battles began for this city as well.
  Natasha and her team fought there.
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare, graceful foot and cooed:
  - For the Russian spirit.
  After which Zoya fired a bazooka and knocked out a German tank "Lion"-2.
  The Germans slowed down a bit... The Panthers and T-4s were removed from service. But for now these vehicles are still in service. The Panther is indeed a good tank destroyer, and is fairly well protected in the front. But its sides are its problem. However, the Panther-2 is also protected by its sides, not very well. But it holds most of the guns.
  The E series is being developed... The E-75 tank promises to be a new generation vehicle with well-protected sides. The Germans are counting on this. The task is to get a tank that is not too heavy, fast and well-protected. The first attempt at this was the Maus, but practice showed that this tank was excessively heavy. Instead, the E-100 was already being developed. This tank had a more compact layout and a lower silhouette. In general, its weight compared to the Maus was reduced to one hundred thirty to one hundred forty tons. The sides were installed at rational angles. The thickness of the sides together with the screens reached 210 millimeters. The armament is the same as the Maus - a 128-millimeter gun and a 75- millimeter gun with a short barrel. The Germans installed a more powerful engine of 1,500 horsepower, and the tank moved at forty kilometers per hour on the highway.
  Which is generally satisfactory. The E-100 is still too heavy a tank. But it has excellent armament and protection.
  Its combat qualities could be good, but the transportation of the tank, and its transportation remained problematic. Real experience showed that the tank can weigh no more than eighty tons at most for a relatively reasonable transfer on roads and bridges.
  So Hitler gave a limit to the E-75 to fit into this weight, but to create a reliable vehicle for protection. For which it was decided to abandon the 75-mm gun. And to make the layout as dense as possible: one block of the engine and transmission across and the gearbox on the engine. Then maybe we will get a tank protected from all sides and not too heavy.
  Hitler, in general, was not entirely satisfied with the German vehicles. Although the "Lev"-2 was probably more advanced, its 105 mm cannon was excessive for fighting Soviet tanks, and insufficient for shooting at unarmored targets. The "Panther"-2 could generally satisfy the military with its armament and frontal protection, but it still lacked side protection, but its running characteristics were satisfactory.
  The Fuhrer demanded that a tank be created that would satisfy the military in all respects.
  But this is not so easy to achieve. Unless you compact the layout to the maximum and lighten the chassis with the help of special bogies and springs, and move some things out of the hull. And place the crew practically lying down.
  Such a development could have been quite promising. The first E-75 tank unified with the E-50 could have weighed no more than seventy tons, and this is a formidable machine.
  Yelizaveta fought on a T-34-85 tank and was not entirely satisfied with its protection. The armor, fragile due to the lack of alloying elements, did not protect the tank very well.
  Elizabeth shot out with her bare toes and roared, baring her teeth:
  - I'm a space shrew.
  Catherine struck the enemy, hit the enemy in the side and hissed, baring her teeth:
  - For communism in the USSR!
  Elena also shot very actively, aiming at the enemy, and hit him with deadly force, and considering that her legs were bare, she croaked:
  - For the constitution of victory!
  Euphrasiya fired at the enemy, precisely using her bare toes, and squealed:
  - We are loyal to Svarog and Stalin for the greatness of the country!
  These are the fighting girls here. They have the most outstanding team.
  Some T-34-85 tanks appeared with protection against bullets, which significantly reduced their weight. The speed and maneuverability of the vehicle increased. But now it could be taken by an anti-tank rifle, a large-caliber machine gun, and many types of grenades. And aircraft guns can penetrate right through. True, such a tank is even easier to produce, cheaper, and adds to the speed of movement.
  If girls are driving this car, they won"t let you get into it.
  Elizabeth, a swift girl of colossal destructive elements, logically noted:
  - You can't replace valor with armor!
  Ekaterina agreed with this:
  - Yes, that's right, that way you won't get caught!
  And how you burst out laughing...
  Girls of great charm. And if they do beat up enemies, they do it aggressively and thoroughly.
  Elena, after their tank had used up its combat kit and had gone to replenish its supplies, asked her friends:
  - So what do you think, girls, do we have a chance to defeat the Third Reich?
  Ekaterina answered confidently:
  - As Vasily Terkin said... We came to beat, not to count!
  Elizabeth corrected:
  - That's what Suvorov said!
  And the girl took a piece of newspaper with her bare toes and rolled it into a cigarette. She found it funny.
  Euphrasiya sang, swaying her body:
  - I'm a space girl terminator,
  It will be very painful for the Fritzes - cultivator!
  And how the warrior laughs!
  The girls decided to play cards. It's funny. And the losers do push-ups and squats.
  Elena, during the game, noted:
  - Seriously speaking, we have no real chance of winning! The Caucasus has fallen and we are losing!
  Catherine threw the card with her bare foot, beating her opponent and squeaked:
  - But we have a secret weapon!
  The warrior burst out laughing and threw the map with her bare toes as well.
  Elizabeth noted with a sigh:
  - We really have only one hope left - a new secret weapon!
  Euphrasia whined, throwing the card with the bare toes of her graceful feet:
  - We can"t do without a secret weapon!
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  - Our sword burns with fire, we will cut down the enemies! We are warriors of the USSR!
  The warriors are really in a fighting mood.
  But the forces were too unequal... In mid-October, Kuibyshev fell...
  The Germans were able to capture an important defensive object. But the rains poured down... There was hope for a pause as a result of autumn.
  However, fighting continued in the sky.
  Three Soviet pilots: Mirabela, Anastasia, Akulina fought with wild enthusiasm.
  Mirabella, shooting down a Nazi in flight, in her outdated but formidable Yak-9 T, sang:
  - There will be an era, the era of communism!
  Anastasia, pressing her bare toes on the trigger, confirmed, baring her teeth:
  - I will fly into the sky singing!
  And she winked at her friends.
  Akulina crushed another German by pressing her bare, round heel on the pedal and said:
  - For the glory of the USSR!
  The girls, I must say, are really feisty.
  Mirabella, shooting down a fascist ME-262 with a 37-mm cannon, chirped:
  - Glory to communism!
  Anastasia, cutting off the Nazi with a well-aimed approach and sawing through the enemy, yelped:
  - Glory to the red universe!
  Akulina is a very feisty girl, she shot down a German car and whistled and growled:
  - For communism in the country of the Soviets!
  The warriors must be noted to be of colossal coolness.
  Albina, Alvina, Agava on the other side are collecting their scores. And the girls are also fighting barefoot and in bikinis.
  How funny it is when girls are almost naked on airplanes.
  Albina knocks down several Soviet cars with her bare toes and squeals:
  -For the Aryan brotherhood!
  Alvina also fights the Red Army and does it courageously. And with her bare toes she aims aircraft guns and cuts down Soviet aircraft, squealing:
  - For bright ideas!
  Agava also shoots down Soviet fighters and attack aircraft, literally crushes them and roars:
  - For the victories of the Third Reich!
  And the girls are not against subjecting the enemy to cruel torture. Especially handsome boys.
  Albina, roasting the pioneer"s heels over a fire, once noted:
  - Boys fried and with pepper are so delicious!
  And how he laughs. And shows his tongue!
  Alvina noticed this, baring her teeth:
  - The boy is fried in the oven, very tasty with garlic!
  Agave knocked down a pair of Soviet fighters with the help of her bare toes and yelped:
  - We are space shrews!
  And she winked at her friends. She is a girl of rare, fighting stature.
  Albina, shooting down planes with her bare, graceful, chiseled feet, noted:
  - You can"t understand Russia with your mind; how can you choose people like Stalin as rulers!
  Alvina noted aggressively, baring her teeth and shooting with her bare toes:
  - And our Hitler is no better!
  Agave giggled as she knocked down Soviet cars with her bare toes and noted:
  - Adolf, of course, is possessed by a madman! But at the same time, how much he has already managed to conquer is immeasurable!
  The girls are extremely combative and aggressive.
  And so they somehow roasted two boys alive at once on a fire. They just pierced them with a steel stake and started roasting them, and they screamed and writhed. Then, when the boys had not yet quieted down, all the girls of the squadron started running up to the roasted pioneers, cutting off pieces of meat from them and eating.
  And it was very tasty, especially if you peppered the still-living boys while frying.
  Agave, for example, ate the boy's thigh with great pleasure. The girls worked hard then. And only bones and entrails remained from both boys. The young liver turned out to be especially tasty. The girls gobbled it up with great pleasure.
  And now they are fighting in the sky...
  At the end of October, Orenburg fell...
  The Germans have approached Ufa. It is already quite cold and snowing.
  Tamara and her team are fighting the fascists on the outskirts of Ufa. The German infantry, consisting of black soldiers recruited from French and Belgian colonies, is attacking.
  They literally fill all approaches with corpses.
  Tamara fires a burst, throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - The era of communism will be glorified for centuries, I believe Stalin will be our firm hand.
  Veronica, shooting, says:
  - Don't break the USSR!
  And with his bare heel he throws up an explosive package.
  Anfisa, shooting at the Nazis and throwing another message of death with her bare toes, notes:
  - The greatness of communism is with us!
  Victoria, firing at the enemy and mowing down the Nazis, throwing a grenade with her bare feet, squeals:
  - Long live the great Fatherland!
  Olympiada is firing. And then this heroic girl throws a whole box of explosives at the fascists and roars:
  - Glory to our space Motherland!
  And the girls will all scream in unison.
  - For the USSR! There will be a pioneer!
  The Red Army warriors are fighting stealthily. And when it snows, they still fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  At the beginning of November, the Nazis began to storm Ulyanovsk. The city where Lenin was born and where Stenka Razin was seriously wounded. This is the capital border of Russian cities.
  Alenka fights the fascists. And she sings to herself, throwing grenades at the Nazis with her bare feet:
  - Glory to Russia, glory...
  Tanks rush forward...
  Division in red shirts,
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Anyuta, firing at the enemies and mowing them down, and then launching explosive packets of sawdust with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For Stalin's communism!
  And she fired a burst at a whole line of black warriors, mowing them down.
  Alla, shooting at her opponents and using her bare toes to throw lethal grenades, squeaked:
  - For Mother Russia!
  Maria, firing at the fascists and using her bare toes to throw gifts of death at the enemy, snapped and noted:
  - For space communism!
  Matryona, shooting at the Nazis and mowing down the enemy, said:
  - For a change in the battle!
  Marusya, beating the Fritzes and striking them to death, took and aggressively squeaked, grinding them into powder:
  - For victories of the highest order!
  And with her bare foot she threw a grenade of deadly force.
  The girls here are so cool and energetic.
  Alenka, shooting and mowing down enemies, and throwing grenades with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - May the greatness of communism be with us!
  And the girl took it and knocked out the German tank with great aplomb.
  And here is another modification of the Lev-2 tank with an 88-mm gun. The turret is narrower, and the tank is smaller, and weighs fifty-five tons, and the engine is 1200 horsepower when forced. A fast German machine.
  But he doesn't bother the warrior.
  Alla threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - For communism!
  Anyuta threw the murderous gift of death with her bare toes and cooed:
  - To new frontiers!
  And the girl started whistling. And the German tank "Lion"-2 just flipped over, and the rollers literally flew.
  Maria, shooting at the Nazis, sang:
  - And the fight continues again,
  And my heart feels anxious in my chest...
  And Lenin is so young -
  And young October is ahead!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and mowing down the ranks, threw a grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - The first step is important in life!
  Marusya, knocking out the fascists, squealed:
  - Do you see again above the Earth, whirlwinds of furious attacks!
  And these are such unbending warriors.
  But still the forces are unequal. Penza has already fallen. And the fascists are storming Saransk.
  There is not much left to the city of Gorky.
  On November 7, 1944, Stalin held another parade in Moscow. Even if it was not a victory parade.
  The Fritzes, however, fired V-2 ballistic missiles at Moscow for the first time. At the same time, the city was bombed by jet aircraft, including Arado bombers. This action greatly shocked everyone. The V-2 missiles flew along a high trajectory and fell suddenly, even the radars did not see them properly.
  There was a lot of destruction and disaster. Soviet soldiers died during the parade.
  Stalin held an emergency meeting in an underground bunker that could withstand even a direct hit from an atomic bomb.
  The Chief of the General Staff Vasilevsky noted with alarm:
  - The Germans have a new weapon of great destructive power. And our radars didn't see it...
  Stalin roared, angrily stamping his boot heels:
  - What fools you are! You couldn't see such a surprise!
  Marshal Vasilevsky noted:
  - There was something, comrade Stalin....
  Beria immediately reported:
  - These are A-5 class missiles. No need to worry, Comrade Stalin. They carry only eight hundred kilograms of aminolon, and cost as much as a good jet bomber. The Germans produced a couple dozen missiles, but this design was not put into production, since bombing with jet aircraft is both cheaper and more practical.
  Stalin, having calmed down, remarked:
  - So it's not an effective weapon? Very good!
  Beria noted with a sigh:
  - But jet bombers are a serious problem. We need to fight this, Comrade Stalin!
  Marshal Zhukov proposed:
  - Maybe we'll take it and make missiles ourselves. I mean ground-to-air. What, control them by radio to shoot down planes!
  Voznesensky noted:
  - It takes time to create such missiles! It's much easier to make very cheap planes out of wood, fill them with explosives and ram the enemy. That would be kamikaze style!
  Stalin nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, kamikaze planes should be used. That is our chance, although in reality such a thing only prolongs the agony of our Red Army.
  Something more effective must be found!
  Yakovlev replied with a sigh:
  - Work on new planes is underway, Comrade Stalin. But for now we are focused on maintaining maximum production of machines. All reserves are being used and children from the age of ten are being put to work at the machine tools. Full mobilization, both total and super-total.
  Stalin roared:
  - We need to do much more! What you are doing is too little!
  Molotov said with a sigh:
  - It's still not possible to contact the allies. It looks like we're alone. I tried to negotiate with the Japanese... They demand territory up to the Urals, which is unacceptable.
  Stalin growled:
  - We need to strike Japan in the winter, but what about Leningrad?
  Zhukov said, baring his teeth:
  - The attack on Petrozavodsk was not as successful as expected. Sweden entered the war on the side of the Third Reich and we had to deal with large forces. So we were unable to immediately develop an offensive, and the enemy, having brought up units of the Wehrmacht, repelled our onslaught. The city of Leningrad is in a complete ring of blockade, and is completely squeezed. I think by spring, due to total hunger, the entire population will die out. And the fall of Leningrad will be inevitable.
  It is practically impossible to supply it by air. The enemy completely dominates the sky. The Germans even give the Knight's Cross now, just for a hundred downed planes.
  Stalin growled angrily:
  - We failed the offensive!
  Zhukov nodded:
  - Many railways are broken, and we have concentrated too few forces. And we must give credit to the Finns and Swedes, they are steadfast in defense. But that's not all. The Germans have also bypassed Murmansk. Now this city is surrounded. It is not known what we should do!
  Stalin growled:
  - Unblock!
  Zhukov objected:
  - There is no strength for this! And the enemy can capture the entire Karelian Peninsula!
  Stalin ordered:
  - Bring up forces and unblock! The Germans are not so strong in winter. It will be possible to put pressure on them!
  Vasilevsky noted:
  - We must prevent deep breakthroughs, and then our forces will take the enemies!
  Stalin roared:
  - We will fight for communism!
  Voznesensky reported more cheerful news:
  - The SU-100 has already been implemented, in metal and is ready for serial production. The chassis is based on the T-34. Quite simple to produce. The shell for the new gun is practically ready. So the SU-100 will already appear on the front lines. Tomorrow the first vehicle will go to the front!
  Stalin nodded approvingly:
  - At least that's good news! But the T-34-85 shouldn't be taken out of production yet. Not only that, but the armor should be made thinner and the weight should be reduced to twenty tons. The battles have shown that it won't get any worse!
  Voznesensky noted:
  - And you can make armor out of wood! We produce a hundred of these tanks a day, even more than the fascists. But our machines are easily shot down by the Fritzes even with light anti-tank rifles.
  Zhukov noted:
  - There's Gerda there. What a cool woman! She knocked out a lot of our tanks and guns.
  Stalin nodded:
  - We need to capture her and fry her bare heels. She's such a cool girl!
  Zhukov agreed:
  - We must capture it! And we will crush the fascists!
  Beria nodded and muttered:
  - Let's carry out a similar special operation!
  Stalin noted with a sigh:
  - This is a great idea, but... There is still some work to be done!
  Beria roared:
  - Let's catch them all!
  Stalin shook his head:
  - No... Killing heroes is not good! I want Gerda brought to me! It's urgent!
  Beria noted:
  - Alive?
  Stalin readily confirmed:
  - Of course, alive!
  Beria gurgled, puffing out his cheeks:
  - Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure!
  Several girls appeared in short skirts and bare legs. They carried glasses of wine and winked at the members of the State Defense Committee.
  Zhdanov noted:
  - We need more girls in the army! They will bring order there!
  Stalin stated:
  - I award Anastasia, Mirabela, Akulina with the "Star of the Order of Glory" with diamonds! Glory to the USSR!
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  And they clapped their hands.
  One of the girls bowed and knelt down, kissing Stalin's boots.
  The Supreme Commander poured wine on her and roared:
  - Our strength is our fist!
  Beria chirped:
  - Hitler is a fool!
  Stalin objected:
  - Not a fool, but the embodiment of cunning!
  And everyone applauded again.
  . CHAPTER #12
  The city of Ulyanovsk was completely surrounded, but so far it was holding out... It was already the end of November and there was snow and frost. The Germans were not particularly eager to attack, and were shooting for now.
  The weather in the air is not very suitable for flying. But the girls are still fighting and showing miracles of bravery.
  Gerda with her crew on the "Panther"-2. But soon the tank "Panther"-3 should appear and the warrior really wants to fight on it.
  In the meantime, she is shooting at Soviet positions.
  She pointed the gun at the target with her bare foot and fired. She destroyed a Soviet T-34 and chirped:
  - For holy Prussia!
  Charlotte also fired from the cannon, penetrated the Soviet howitzer and squeaked:
  - Our happiness for centuries!
  Christina also fired, hitting the enemy with her bare foot and croaked:
  - To guys like you who are worthy of us!
  Magda also fired very accurately, chirping:
  - For the Greatness of the Empire!
  And Elizaveta's four are fighting in the newest SU-100.
  The girls have mastered the new self-propelled gun and are shooting.
  Elizabeth kicked with her bare toes and began to sing;
  The fascist executioner tears out shoulders,
  Here is a rack, tongs, and drills at hand!
  He wants to cripple the body and soul,
  A worthless monster, but he looks cool!
  
  He promises money, steamships at sea,
  What even a title can give!
  In fact, it will put you into expenses,
  After all, for him you are just a corpse and game!
  
  He wants to know about our business,
  What new chains for the poor!
  Therefore, he will generously drive out the good stuff,
  So that he would forget his father and even his mother!
  
  But we will serve our Motherland strongly,
  We cannot be broken by the cruelty of the executioner!
  A branch will bend from a gust of wind,
  And you can hear the crying of naked babies!
  
  Yes, I lost the first difficult round,
  But the Almighty will give us a chance to get even!
  And then I will knock out the enemy myself,
  My fist will hit the bastard's jaw hard!
  
  My homeland gives me such strength,
  That it is possible to overcome pain and all tortures!
  And get out of this bottomless grave,
  So that the angry bear doesn't eat me!
  
  Just a little more and salvation is near -
  We will achieve victory over the enemy!
  Living under the cover of the light of communism,
  May the sun flood the house with gold!
  And the girls sang and fired from a new, lethal cannon. They are extremely formidable warriors.
  Elena noted with a chuckle:
  - Communism will be built, we believe in it!
  Catherine agreed with this statement:
  - Let's build communism, and there will be triumph!
  Euphrasiya took it and gurgled, firing with the help of her bare toes, and hitting the Panther.
  After which the warrior squeaked:
  - Oh, communism, communism! Sophism will be strongly suppressed!
  And the Panther was hit head-on and from a distance.
  These are the girls who can't be broken so easily.
  December is already approaching... The Japanese have almost stopped military operations due to the cold weather.
  But in the sky, despite the winter weather, there are still battles going on.
  Here Toshiba and Toyota, two Japanese female pilots, are fighting like desperate thieves.
  Toshiba shoots down Soviet planes with his bare toes and shouts at the top of his lungs:
  - I am a super girl!
  Toyota, shooting down a Russian fighter and baring its pearly teeth, confidently confirms:
  - And there is a hyper woman!
  Japanese women, of course, are fighters of colossal launching power. You can't resist the honor of a samurai.
  But in any case, the fighting in the skies is still raging.
  And on land, four ninja girls took on the task of exterminating Soviet soldiers.
  The blue ninja girl performed a windmill, cut down several Russian fighters, and with her bare toes launched a pea of explosive of colossal destructive power.
  She tore it up and chirped:
  - Glory to Japan!
  The yellow ninja girl also sang the butterfly sword move. She cut off a row of opponents and squealed:
  - For communist revenge!
  And with bare toes, as he launches a destructive present of annihilation.
  After which he will purr:
  - For the greatness of Japan!
  The red ninja girl performed a helicopter move with her swords. With her bare toes she threw a deadly gift of death and squealed:
  - For my love!
  And then she noted:
  - What does communist revenge have to do with it?
  The yellow ninja girl, chopping down Russian soldiers and throwing a grenade with her bare heel again, said:
  - And besides, there will be soup with a cat!
  The white ninja girl, cutting down her opponents and throwing the gift of death with her bare toes, said:
  - We will win for the ideas of communism!
  And all four warriors will laugh in unison and show their pearly teeth.
  December passed quickly... After the siege, the Germans took both Ufa and Saransk. But Ulyanovsk, under complete blockade, still held out.
  Stalin ordered the New Year to hold the city where Lenin was born at any cost.
  However, despite the frosts, the Germans were already approaching Kazan. So the USSR was on the verge of a complete collapse.
  There was no clarity or ideas about what to do in the USSR.
  Stalin celebrated the New Year in Moscow and in the bunker. His gaze was gloomy, but the desire to fight did not weaken.
  Hitler, for now, decided to arrange a farce for himself in Libya, where it is warm.
  And there he enjoyed the spectacle of fighting gladiator girls.
  Nothing special happened on New Year's Eve, except for the bombing of Moscow.
  And the first "Panther"-3 went into production. This tank had the thickness of the "Tiger"-2 armor, but with large slopes, and weighed only forty-five tons. And its height was reduced to less than two meters. A powerful 1200 horsepower engine was located in one block and across from the transmission. The machine itself turned out to be well armed and with excellent optics and a hydrostabilizer. And in the narrow turret there was a cannon of 88 mm in 100 EL, very accurate and armor-piercing.
  Gerda and her team set out on this vehicle. The chassis is perfect and lighter, it ran perfectly on snow. This tank is perfect in general. And its armor with large slopes perfectly protects the front of the vehicle. The upper part of the hull is especially well protected by 150 mm at an angle of 40 degrees from the horizontal. And this is approximately 330 mm of armor at an angle of ninety degrees. No Soviet gun will penetrate the upper hull of the Panther-3. The bottom takes up a third of the area of the hull front at 120 mm and at the same angle, and is also practically impenetrable.
  The turret's front is 185 millimetres thick and angled at 50 degrees, also impenetrable to Soviet guns.
  But the sides are weaker at 82 mm with slopes, and they can be taken. Especially the SU-100, a new Soviet self-propelled gun quickly gaining popularity in the troops due to its ease of production and armor-piercing gun.
  Gerda fired the first shot at the Soviet troops. She penetrated an IS-2 tank and said:
  - This is a good fighter!
  Charlotte noted, firing at the enemy and piercing the Soviet machine by pressing a button with her bare heel:
  - This technique is almost flawless!
  Christina, with her bare toes, aimed the rapid-fire, automatic German cannon and noted:
  - The side armor is weak! We need a more powerful vehicle!
  Magda also fired, using her bare leg, and in a rage she took it and yelled:
  - If only there were a troika, and a faster troika!
  And the girls laughed in unison... The tank is really good, especially its driving characteristics.
  The E-100 vehicle also underwent combat testing. It is heavy. But it is well protected. And its guns cannot be taken so easily.
  And there are German girls sitting in it too. And despite the frost, barefoot and in bikinis.
  Adala, shooting at opponents and hitting the enemy, logically expressed herself:
  - We will live under communism!
  And he presses with his bare heel....
  Agatha, shooting at the Soviet positions, hitting the enemy with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - And the greatness of our victory will last for centuries!
  Agnes also fired a shrapnel round at the Soviet infantry, of course, with her bare foot, and roared:
  - No, we will not give in to the Fuhrer!
  The girl on the tank, Athena, hit the enemy using her bare toes and yelped:
  - For the Fuhrer, not to the Fuhrer!
  Agnes laughed and noted:
  -We are a tribe of supermen!
  Andriana, while shooting at the Soviet battery and destroying enemy positions, stuck out her tongue and said:
  - The greatness of the Germans is recognized by the planet!
  And he will press down on his opponent with his bare knee.
  Agatha, firing, noted:
  - We will tear the dragon apart...
  The E-75 tank was not ready yet. The Fuhrer demanded a weight of sixty-five tons and a 1,500 horsepower engine for high mobility, with side armor of at least 170 mm at high angles. And this took time.
  But for now the fascists are winning anyway... In January, Ulyanovsk finally fell. The Fritzes began to storm Gorky and Kazan.
  They have gone so far beyond Moscow.
  Stalin was in a wild rage, but he couldn't do anything. Really, what can you do here, a complete failure...
  But the girls are fighting both in the sky and on the ground...
  Here Natasha's SU-100 was destroyed by a German attack aircraft with an air strike. It was pretty cool. Although not very smart and resourceful. However, Natasha is not a first-grader at all and she will hit.
  . Now girl turned out to be V already familiar tank T -34. Only A little friend . Tower larger , and weapon caliber in 85- millimeters instead of 76. Chassis Part former .
  Girls spun around on place . They such as​ And earlier , in one bikini . A here car soviet production . There are And shells on place .
  Superman-Natasha With satisfied view grinned :
  - A Where fascists ?
  It appeared inside tanka image young messenger . Boy tweeted :
  - Here This tank that​ appeared on fronts second world wars V fourty fourth year And to these pore located on weapons Red army . To him opposes , E -25. Self-propelled gun with 88 mm cannon and 120- millimeters frontal armor . Nice. fight !
  Really V distance With big by labor Can consider German self-propelled gun . Squat , with long trunk . Unfamiliar girls who​ So early abandoned fronts Great Patriotic wars . But Superman-Natasha straightaway same noted :
  - She us Maybe get it . U no length in 71 EL .
  Zoya here same suggested :
  - It follows go to V movement to​ Not got it !
  Futurist Angelica V annoyance noticed :
  - Here Damn ! Right away same slipped superior us car !
  Their young curator-officer angrily stated :
  - A This more a trifle ! E-75 was would more worse ! You would his no under one angle would Not they broke through . A So go for it !
  Superman-Natasha crossed herself And hissed :
  - How true communist , i I say to you - to the devil !
  Futurist Angelica she barked , stomping barefoot with a leg :
  - Let's go !
  Soviet car some a bit tight started up , and buzzed . Break through . German V forehead unreal And should have come in Fritz V board . But try This do ? He from his long-barreled guns How it will hit ... It remains only count on speed .
  Superman-Natasha get angry . Normal German SAU Yes more easier thirty-fours so her surpasses V characteristics . Here You involuntarily you'll freak out .
  Soviet car is coming on rapprochement . Blessing box transmission better former .
  Svetlana rests naked heels And chirps :
  - Fuhrer fast We let's edge it !
  Futurist Angelica confirms similar :
  - Hitler We we will destroy !
  Golden-haired Zoya roared :
  - Give it to me . to him hurry up By face !
  IN this moment weighty projectile Hitler's guns pleased directly V base towers . Girls lifted up And carried away V torn out metal .
  AND later a second All four turned out to be almost absolutely naked in panties and hanging on on the rack . Under barefoot legs beauties was blazing bonfire . Flame licked naked , graceful soles girls .
  Superman-Natasha I tried it twitch , but her legs turned out to be tightly clamped V pads , and Very were sick stretched veins . This is was classic rack , with traditional frying five . A at girls legs Very even sexy , and fire licking​ soles does their more more attractive .
  But it hurts a bit beauties . They are trying to free oneself . But pads Very durable . A him more And girls - valkyries hang up weights .
  Same warriors V short skirts , with barefoot feet , bare with hands , but bodies covered silvery chainmail . They they are raking with pokers bonfires , and throw up coals to​ heels fried stronger .
  Here And rack turns inside out joints , and fire fries from below . A here more And prince from the dynasty of King William appeared . In in the hands at august boys , the prince-demiurge exchanged second million dollars for a position in the SS whip from prickly wires . A more And her Valkyries warm up from flamethrower .
  The Prince-Deity winked , and How will hit Superman-Natasha By muscular back . Although girl And courageous , but her from heels to back of the head amazed such pain that​ gorgeous wildly screamed .
  Next hit boy - prince brought down on Zoya . Ta Although And squeezed tightly teeth , no held on from screaming . A on back appeared bloody stripes And burns .
  Barbarossa the Younger With with a grin said :
  - Learn you more necessary !
  Next hit came in handy By Futurist Angelica . AND this young woman Not held on from scream . Boy shoved my barefoot child leg V fire . Extracted nimble with fingers coal And threw redhead beasts V face . Ta screamed more harder , it hurts !
  Barbarossa the Younger With satisfied view said :
  - But You same wanted With Germans !
  After hit , and Svetlana . How? ta Not squeezed jaw , but Same screamed . All same whip from red-hot , prickly wires was more more painful , how flame under barefoot feet . Meanwhile more than that girls already got used to it for years get by without shoes , and their soles legs , very elastic And durable .
  But fire And their it's hot . Valkyries already V in the hands hold , and whips from red-hot wires .
  Superman-Natasha in all throat yelled :
  - Yes. What This such a thing ?!
  Barbarossa the Younger replies:
  - Interrogation of disobedient ladies! You are in captivity and will answer for everything!
  Natasha noted:
  - We don't want to die so stupidly! Let us go and we'll continue fighting!
  Barbarossa Jr. growled:
  - Why should we let you go?
  Angelica replied:
  - We are witches, and we can give the man who saves us the most valuable gift of all possible!
  Barbarossa Bock was surprised:
  - And what will you give me?
  Natasha confidently stated:
  - We will make you an eternal youth, and you will never grow old!
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, I can let you go for this! But how will you prove it!
  Natasha stated:
  - Just stick your hand in the fire and it won't hurt! You'll see that we can do magic!
  Barbarossa Jr. carefully put his hand into the fire, twirled it and answered with a smile:
  - Yes, you can! Well, what about your freedom in exchange for my immortality!
  And the girls got a new chance. And the war is still going on... In January, Gorky and Kazan were taken.
  In early February, the Germans, Finns and Swedes captured Karelia and began storming Arkhangelsk. The situation became extremely tense.
  Elizabeth was transferred to this city on a SU-100.
  She was fighting there now. February and frosts. But girls still fight barefoot.
  The SU-100 weighs only eighteen tons with bulletproof protection. It is vulnerable, but mobile. And it is not supposed to stand in ambush, it must move to avoid being hit.
  When you move, the tank heats up and girls in bare feet and bikinis don't feel so cold.
  Elizabeth, shooting at the fascists, sang:
  - And here are the conditions! And here is the environment! But by the way, cold weather is good for health! Cold weather is good for our health!
  And with bare toes he charges at the fascists. And this small T-4 tank is penetrated.
  The warriors must be noted to be fighters of a colossal class.
  Ekaterina also shoots with her bare foot and squeals:
  - Communism will be!
  Elena, also shooting at the enemy and piercing him through, laughed deafeningly:
  - A wild victory awaits us!
  Euphrasiya, punching through the Wehrmacht tanks with her bare, blue from the cold legs, confidently answered:
  - Nothing can stop us!
  These warriors are simply superb!
  But, alas, their heroism is also extremely lacking... Arkhangelsk also fell... There is clearly not enough ammunition...
  The Germans are moving towards Moscow from the rear. In March, battles began for Ryazan. Hitler's hordes are flowing around from the east...
  Some emergency steps are needed.
  Moscow was still holding out, and Stalin convened the Security Council. The discussion was tense. No new ideas were put forward.
  Only Beria suggested:
  - Maybe we should really offer the Third Reich peace on any terms, just so that they don"t touch us!
  Stalin responded angrily:
  - This is not a constructive approach, comrade Beria! We need strong moves!
  Marshal Vasilevsky answered honestly:
  - There are no reserves, your Excellency! Almost all of them have been ground to pieces in unequal battles. Apart from the SU-100, there are no other types of new weapons in production. The IS-3 will be ready soon, but this tank is difficult to manufacture, and it will be difficult to launch it into production under current conditions.
  Marshal Zhukov noted angrily:
  - If you can"t win, then there"s only one thing left to do - die with dignity!
  Stalin wanted to say something, but a barefoot girl in a short skirt appeared. Flashing her bare heels, she brought a dispatch.
  Stalin ran his eyes over her and roared angrily:
  - Leningrad, unable to withstand hunger and a multi-month blockade, fell! Now our second city has been captured by the Fritzes!
  Marshal Zhukov spread his hands and noted:
  - Oh great Stalin... This is terrible!
  Beria suggested:
  - Maybe we should shoot a thousand people in honor of this?
  The Supreme Commander roared:
  - Shut up, you bald idiot! Something needs to be done!
  Molotov suggested, stumbling and nervously stroking the girls" bare knees:
  - Let's offer the Germans a temporary ceasefire, and only then begin negotiations for peace on any terms.
  Stalin croaked:
  - Try it! But there will be no capitulation. Moscow will fall, we will wage a guerrilla war!
  Beria noted with a flattering grin:
  - But this will only increase the extent of people's suffering, Comrade Stalin. Maybe...
  Stalin decisively slammed his fist on the table:
  - No! Let Molotov offer negotiations! And nothing more, we'll fight to the end!
  The Germans surrounded Ryazan in mid-March. Running low on ammunition, Soviet troops attempted to break out of the city.
  Alenka and her team run, their bare heels flashing across the melting spring snow.
  The girl shoots at the fascists and sings:
  - Glory to our spirit, glory to the great country!
  And with his bare foot he will throw a murderous gift of death. And scatter the Nazis in all directions.
  Anyuta, shooting at the opponents, said:
  - And our blow, sacred gift, and fee!
  Alla runs, fires at the fascists, throws an explosive packet of coal with her bare foot, and hisses:
  - We will never give up!
  And here is the sparkling Maria, firing at the fascists, thoroughly mowing them down, and snapping back with bared teeth, squealing:
  - No one will stop us!
  And her bare heel sent out a devastating packet of death and destruction.
  Marusya, shooting at the Nazis, quite logically notes:
  - Communism will never fade!
  Matryona, firing at the enemy and mowing down the ranks, quite logically and rationally notes:
  - And faith in the party will remain for centuries!
  And bare toes will throw a gift of annihilation.
  The girls broke out of the ring. But the situation is still tense.
  And they have nowhere to go.
  The spring thaw slightly delayed the German advance. In addition, the fascists united with Japan and began to occupy Central Asia.
  Which also distracted them and April passed relatively calmly. And in May the first Soviet tank IS-3 was finally released. And it could be delivered to the May Day parade.
  Stalin, aged and weakened, looked at this, hunched over. His appearance expressed mortal fatigue.
  The IS-3, due to its labor-intensive production, could not be mass-produced anyway.
  Its significant difference from the other two was only the shape of the turret. It was like a flying saucer, and the front was like a crane's beak. Of course, the increased angle of inclination protected the front part well, but complicated production. In addition, the lower part of the front was vulnerable and if a shell hit there, it would no longer ricochet.
  Stalin waved his hand and disappeared into the bunker, another Hitlerite raid began. The TA-400 and the Ju-287 with a forward-swept wing took part in the air strikes.
  And again they fired ballistic missiles with guided wings via radio.
  The Kremlin suffered significant damage.
  Stalin was seriously considering fleeing Moscow.
  In mid-May, having completed the redivision of Central Asia, the Nazis began an offensive on Moscow from the east and west. Another brutal battle began to rumble.
  The Soviet troops fought heroically. But the forces were too unequal. The E-75 Tiger-3 tanks also appeared in the battles. And the Panther-3 in large numbers. The battles were, let's say, extraordinary.
  By the end of May and the beginning of June, the Nazis had completed the virtually complete encirclement of Moscow.
  Stalin solemnly announced that he would remain in the capital and would stand there to the death.
  Moscow was shelled and bombed. It was surrounded by very powerful defensive lines that were not easy to overcome. Enormous stocks of ammunition and food were concentrated in the capital.
  And Stalin was relatively safe in the underground town.
  On June 22, 1945, when exactly four years had passed since the beginning of the Great Patriotic War, Hitler ordered to stop storming the capital, and instead systematically destroy it with artillery and aviation. And continue to confidently bomb.
  And the main offensive moved to Siberia. It was necessary to take Sverdlovsk and Chelyabinsk before these cities were covered by snow... At the end of June and beginning of July, both key cities were taken after stubborn battles... The Germans moved across Siberia. Soviet villages fell one after another.
  Here the fascists approached Novosibirsk in September 1945. Fighting for this settlement also began.
  The Red Army fought alongside local militias. Tamara fought like a heroine here too.
  It's already the end of September, snow is falling and it's freezing. And the battalion of girls is fighting barefoot and showing amazing heroism.
  And the warriors fight like panthers.
  Tamara fired a burst, threw an explosive packet of coal with her bare foot and squealed:
  - No one can stop us! No one can defeat us!
  The other girls cry desperately:
  - We will die, but we will not surrender!
  And the battle continues...
  It was only in early November that Novosibirsk fell... The war continued. The Soviet Union had not yet capitulated. Moscow was blockaded and under fire.
  The underground city contained a strategic reserve of food and ammunition, so it was possible to hold out for quite a long time.
  The Germans constantly bombed and shelled the city.
  A new super-heavy tank, the Rat, also appeared. This vehicle weighed two thousand tons and had several guns in its armament.
  The vehicle with 400mm of armor was used as a breakthrough tank... Passed combat testing...
  But it got stuck on the hedgehogs and was destroyed by a kamikaze pilot who rammed it.
  However, a new tank, the Rat-2, appeared, even larger and heavier...
  Stalin celebrated the New Year of 1946 in Moscow, which was still untaken. The great leader of the USSR was counting on a miracle. Moscow became a real fortress city.
  Food supplies could last for another couple of years, and taking into account the population loss due to bombing and shelling, for longer. But ammunition depended on the speed and intensity of the assaults.
  Beria nevertheless noticed:
  - Maybe, comrade Stalin, we can come to an agreement with Hitler about our freedom?
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief declared decisively, slamming his fist hard on the table:
  - I don't talk to cannibals, Lavrenty! You understand!
  Beria noted with a sigh:
  - Let's hope for a miracle, oh great one!
  Stalin noticed, wheezing:
  -Patience and hard work will grind everything down!
  . EPILOGUE
  The New Year of 1946 was spent in local battles. The Germans and Japanese gradually captured all the major cities. Verkhoyansk was the last to fall in August. The Germans got new AG-50 tanks in the form of a pyramid.
  Tamara and her team fought desperately in Verkhoyansk.
  The girls, as always, were barefoot and in bikinis.
  They stood to the death. And with their bare toes they threw explosive packages of deadly force.
  And then, when the ammunition ran out, they were able to escape into the taiga through basements and tunnels.
  They were ready to take up arms and wage war again, albeit a guerrilla war.
  In the USSR, partisan zones emerged and an underground war unfolded.
  The capital was still holding out, but Hitler wanted to take it by starvation and was saving his soldiers, of whom too many had already died.
  Meanwhile, the girls were exterminating the fascists and Japanese using a variety of methods and techniques.
  Especially Natasha and her team.
  AND turned out to be again V T -34-85. The car , of course. same , no new . And for the end of forty sixth years obsolete .
  A Here And AG -50. Reminds me low pyramid With Very long barrel . Car all sixty five tons . Thickness armor with all 250 -mm angles under tilt . For shells T -34 absolutely impenetrable .
  Superman-Natasha V annoyance hissed :
  - This How task ! Raise mountain !
  Futurist Angelica looked around . Now They were V in his own traditional bikini . And something​​ beauty it came on mind .
  A Svetlana pressed on levers barefoot heels And I drove off tank . She hissed :
  - Maneuver ! Only maneuver !
  AG -50 is supplied powerful 105- mm cannon With length trunk in 100 EL . He capable hit on big distances . Those. more than , at thirty-fours With quality armor It doesn't matter . One thing . hit And end .
  Svetlana starts swing Soviet tank . Here . enemy shoots . Projectile even a little bit concerns armor . But To happiness slips off . A after all power colossal - uranium core .
  Superman-Natasha whispered their own scarlet lips :
  - On icons With sadness faces - again empire to be born !
  Futurist Angelica fired using​ barefoot fingers legs . Projectile pleased V still standing pyramidal tank . And slipped With armor V ricochet . Already Very she inclined And cemented .
  German tank , of course same , impenetrable , with all angles even For IS - 7.A already Where to him T -34-85.
  Again German shoots ... Svetlana pressed naked heel on brakes . And I was able evade tank from defeats . Although fatal gift slipped through at all near .
  Superman-Natasha V rage said :
  - Yes. We And we're in trouble !
  Futurist Angelica She chuckled . She cold-bloodedly tore off With myself bra . Bared high breast With strawberry nipples . Bared her teeth their pearl teeth . And chirped :
  - Coward Not plays V hockey !
  AND pressed scarlet nipple on trigger . Such Here she brave And sparkling she-devil . A Maybe kind , Russian angel embody .
  Projectile flew out from Not too much long dula . Rushed by ... And pleased directly V trunk German machines AG . Having beaten off his as if with a blow firecrackers .
  AND All four girls in chorus , they barked :
  - One , two - me got it ! Fritz By horns So gave it !
  AND How shaken They their own barefoot with legs . Here This girls ! A When at shooting use naked breast is​ V one hundred once more efficient .
  Superman-Natasha With smile noticed :
  - This tank Now For us safe . But How his destroy ?
  Zoya With smile suggested :
  - A V combat cowboy style , we his let's sweep away !
  Svetlana accelerated movement his own tank . But enemy , unexpectedly turned around And rushed he ran away . accelerated marvelous fast : all same gas turbine engine . And was obviously faster than​ T -34-85.
  As if elephant ran away from Moski . All. would nothing . But elephants they can move even Very fast .
  Superman-Natasha angrily moved By armor barefoot with foot And roared :
  - There you go ! Well ! How anyway​​ We lagged behind from fascists !
  Zoya With sadness V voice , she sang :
  - All impossible , possible V ours world !
  AND shook his hair , colors leafy gold .
  Futurist Angelica With with delight sang , and released another one projectile . That one got there V armored stern And broke down .
  - They're coming. li dreams unprecedented ... Weave li wreaths belated ... Mute was Gerasim once upon a time ! Now He swears obscenities !
  Svetlana strictly noticed :
  - Matom to swear is vulgar !
  Superman-Natasha wanted something​​​ say witty . But Here appeared another one fascist tank . On this once E -75. Also Fine protected V forehead , but much worse With sides . True, thirty-four his All equals Not break through .
  On this once , Zoya threw off With myself bra . And exposed scarlet nipple .
  Took it And pressed chest on trigger . weapon it worked ...
  Projectile again pleased directly V trunk massive guns . And hundred five millimeter gun came out from building .
  AND this German rushed run away . Good . way output from building the most protected cars are​ beat By trunks .
  Superman-Natasha delighted stated :
  - Here see ! We we win !
  A Here And third tank . On this once " Royal lion ". U him weapon , bomb thrower caliber in 450 millimeters . Such If it will hit , then few at all Not it will seem .
  Superman-Natasha on this once decided shoot I took it off myself . bra . What at no anyway​​ high , and elastic chest . Fresh as​ at girls . And warrior How will take And will press ruby nipple .
  Projectile flew out ... And " Royal lion " got directly V trunk . And enormous car How will explode . What And pair standing By edges tanks flew away on some hundreds meters .
   Yes And thirty-four shook . Machine barely Not turned over , and turned out to be torn off from lands .
  Futurist Angelica even hit at landing forehead , yelling :
  - As if horses donkeys !
  AND threatened to the Fritz with a fist .
  Superman-Natasha was satisfied , and grinned pearly , very large teeth :
  - Here We gave By to the enemy ! How it is supposed to be !
  Zoya sang , with with delight :
  - Love And Death ! Good ! And evil ! What holy What it's a sin ... A to me know All equals !
  AND girl moved barefoot with a leg By metal .
  Next enemy E -100. Machine dangerous . C with a bomb thrower and 75 mm​ cannon With Very long barrel . Such assault modification , and capable fulfill role And fighter tanks . A seventy-five millimeter guns For soviet tanka quite enough .
   A trunk bomb thrower covered with a cap .
  Superman-Natasha crossed herself at help barefoot legs , and chirped :
  - Well , we will. his beat ?
  Zoya , scalia teeth , agreed :
  - Of course we will !
  Futurist - Angelica scarlet nipple pressed on trigger . weapon it worked . It spat out . murderous charge . And interrupted relatively thin but​ but long trunk German guns .
  Svetlana enthusiastically chirped :
  - Excellent ! A Now give shoot to me !
  AND warrior Same exposed mine torso . U all fours breasts on height . And Very even beautiful , sexy , seductive . So With such girls I want to to do love . Well , what? Maybe be better them ? Probably only​ other girls !
  AND Here young woman caught the moment when cap started open up . And using mine scarlet nipple like​ will release projectile By German bomb thrower .
  A Fritz Not managed even And with the eye blink ... How will take And it will explode ... In All sides scattered smoking metal .
  Svetlana rubbed to yourself strong hands And squeaked :
  - I girl authentic dragon !
  AND How laugh ! And will take , yes will show tongue !
  Superman-Natasha took And enthusiastically sang :
  - Patriot ! Soviet! Patriot ! How many? Fritz killed You !
  Zoya picked up a song , and shaking naked chest , continued :
  - Patriot ! Red! patriot ! And on girls All yours dreams !
  AND Same warrior How will take And will burst out laughing ! And tongue will show ! And will bare his teeth teeth - fangs !
  AND barefoot with legs will move lever ...
  The girls here are clearly on top, even though their tank is outdated. And they continue to wage guerrilla warfare.
  But on April 20, 1947, a new assault on Moscow began. The Japanese, the Turks, and all foreign troops took part in it.
  Hitler's patience finally snapped and he decided to put an end to the USSR. And personally to Stalin, linking him to the still raging partisan war on Russian territory.
  They say that if Moscow falls, then the war will undoubtedly end.
  And so the decisive, general assault began.
  The super-heavy tanks "Rat"-2, "Monster", E-200, E-500 and others also went into the attack.
  For one, the city was also shelled with ballistic missiles.
  And the Third Reich's combat, invulnerable disc aircraft were put into action. Such was the armada.
  Alenka and her team bravely met the Germans and gave them a fight.
  Alenka threw a grenade with her bare toes, fired a burst and roared:
  - For the Russian spirit!
  Anyuta, shooting at opponents and mowing down the ranks of enemies, chirped with her bare heel, giving the package of death:
  - For the greatness of communism!
  Alla, firing at the enemies of the USSR and throwing a bomb with her bare toes, yelped:
  - For Mother Rus' in communism!
  Maria, firing accurately at the enemy and confidently mowing him down, noted, baring her teeth:
  - Russia needs a new leader!
  Matryona noted, shooting and confidently destroying the opponents, and with her bare toes giving another gift to death:
  - Of course it is necessary!
  And from her throw, which landed on the rink, two German tanks collided.
  Marusya, firing at the Nazis, energetically noted:
  - The USSR had everything, but the enemy took it by numbers!
  And with his bare heel he launches something deadly and inexorable!
  Alenka encouraged her friends:
  - Don't rush to bury Rus'! We still have things to do!
  And with the toes of his bare feet he will throw up a destructive gift of annihilation.
  Anyuta, firing at the Nazis, agreed with this:
  - We will beat our enemies furiously, the river of the Fatherland will not dry up!
  And with her bare, round heel the girl energetically takes and hits her opponent.
  Alla, shooting at the fascists and releasing a piece of explosive from a slingshot, pulled the bowstring with her bare toes and said:
  - This will be just a superman - who will replace Stalin!
  Maria, shooting with amazing accuracy and throwing grenades with her bare toes, said:
  - Everything that doesn't change, is for the better!
  Matryona, knocking down the Fritzes with well-aimed shots. And then damaging the tank with her bare foot, noted:
  - We with our unchanging and heroic will!
  Marusya threw a whole bunch of grenades with her bare feet. So the fascists' self-propelled gun turned over and squeaked:
  - I will be stronger than everyone!
  Alla, having knocked out the Nazis" transporter by throwing a grenade with her bare heel, noticed and corrected:
  - Not me, but us! Stronger and stronger!
  Alenka, in order to raise her fighting spirit, began to sing, composing as she went. And the other girls, firing at the Nazis, picked up the sing-along;
  We are the girls of the USSR country,
  Which is a torch for the whole world...
  Let us show you, know the example of greatness,
  Here are the heroic deeds sung about!
  
  Girls were born under the red flag,
  And barefoot they rush through the frost...
  Daughters and sons fight for Rus',
  Sometimes the bride gives the guy a rose!
  
  There will be a red flag over the universe,
  Shine as brightly as a torch-flame...
  After all, we have a heroic swing,
  And our banner sparkles with red calico!
  
  Don't believe it, the damned fascist won't pass,
  And the Russian spirit will never die out...
  We will open an endless account of victories,
  We will say hello and hi to everyone!
  
  Russia is a wonderful country,
  You gave communism to the peoples...
  Forever given generously by God,
  For the Motherland, for happiness and freedom!
  
  The enemy will not be able to defeat the Fatherland,
  And no matter how cruel and cunning he was...
  Our invincible Russian bear,
  The Russian soldier is so glorious for his victory!
  
  Beautiful Soviet country,
  The girls in it are proud that they are beautiful...
  She is given to us by our Family forever,
  And let us, Komsomol members, be fair!
  
  We are fighting on the outskirts of Moscow,
  There's a snowstorm, snowdrifts, and the girls are barefoot...
  We will not give up our Fatherland to Satan,
  Even our scythes shoot accurately!
  
  So the girls are so furious they rush into battle,
  And with their bare heels they throw an explosive package...
  He's only a cool looking fascist,
  Actually, just evil Cain!
  
  The enemies can't defeat the girls,
  They were born under such a star...
  Our bear is an invincible monster,
  Who made the Motherland his wife!
  
  We Russian girls are good,
  We are not afraid of torture and frost...
  And we will repel, believe me, the onslaught of the evil horde,
  The enemy will die from the dose!
  
  The enemy was driven back from Moscow,
  Even though he has a lot of great power...
  We girls are so proud of ourselves,
  The enemies will all disappear into the graves!
  
  Don't believe it, Rus' cannot be defeated by enemies,
  Since every knight from diapers...
  The hunter has apparently turned into the game,
  And the enemy is still just a child!
  
  But the Russian spirit, the great spirit, believe me,
  You know, there are such powers hidden in it...
  The enemy will be completely routed,
  After all, knights are invincible in battle!
  
  Cast aside your doubts, girls,
  We are the bravest people in the world...
  Let us cast Satan's hordes into hell,
  Let's soak all the enemies in the toilet!
  
  The holy war will end,
  Peace and morning will come over the planet....
  She is forever given with the sun,
  May summer burn forever!
  
  And eternal communism in glory,
  And with us are Lenin and the great Stalin...
  In bloody cinema there is only fascism now,
  And our will, believe us, is stronger than steel!
  
  My Russia rules for centuries,
  And gave happiness to the whole universe....
  It takes a steel fist,
  And daring, but of a reasonable nature!
  
  
  
  WITCHES CREATING MIRACLE WEAPONS
  Gerda, Charlotte, Magda and Christina, who tested the Tiger at the time, were developing a promising model: the Panther-2. The girls placed the engine and transmission in one block - across, and made the turret narrow and smaller. And the gearbox was installed on the engine itself. As a result, the Panther-2 turned out to be a silhouette below two meters, and the number of crew members was reduced to three people. The thickness of the armor of the front of the hull increased to 120 mm at high angles, and the sides to 82 mm at angles. And the turret to 150 mm front and 82 mm sides, at angles. The entire machine was reduced to 35 tons, which made it possible to get by with a 700 horsepower engine and increased the speed and maneuverability of the tank. At the same time, the cross-country ability of the machine improved, and the chassis became lighter and much easier to repair and maintain. Only six rollers, which is practical and convenient. Hitler liked the Panther-2 and it entered production in September of 1943. The machine was successful, with a good, armor-piercing and rapid-fire gun. It worked and moved quickly, possessing excellent ergonomics.
  And most importantly, it was easier to manufacture and required less metal. And at the same time, it was distinguished by its capital survivability. It is not so easy to penetrate such a machine with large slopes of armor.
  The Soviet troops had a serious problem. In addition, instead of the V-1 program, the Germans invested in the development of a national fighter, and created the XE-162, simple and cheap to produce and very light and maneuverable.
  This machine was developed in more favorable conditions, and is comparatively easy to operate. And it is not so easy to cope with it.
  It forced the Soviet and allied troops into brutal air battles. The fighter weighed only one and a half tons empty and was almost entirely made of wood. So the machine turned out to be unusually effective.
  The situation was aggravated by the fact that German girls began to actively enlist in aviation units.
  Albina and Alvina began to actively collect scores, fighting, as a rule, barefoot and in a bikini. And these girls could not be knocked down. And they themselves so actively cut down the enemy. And how beautiful these blondes were: simply true Aryans!
  Albina presses the trigger with her graceful foot and cuts down a couple of Soviet planes and squeals:
  - Glory to the Third Reich!
  Alvina presses the trigger with her scarlet nipple and hits three Soviet vehicles and roars:
  - Glory to our Motherland!
  Fighting girls - you can't say that they are weak. No, they are very aggressive and are capable of tearing everyone apart.
  This army is dashing overall. And the front line stabilized in the winter. Meinstein launched a counterattack and managed to defeat the Soviet troops beyond the Dnieper, creating a couple of large pockets. The Germans were also able to repel the offensive near Leningrad. Here they relied on a powerful line of defense. Plus, after the defeat in Ukraine, Stalin withdrew several divisions from this direction and allowed the Germans to repel the attacks. The front held, and the Germans were able to hold out along the entire perimeter of the attack in the winter.
  Gerda personally fought in the Panther-2, together with the girls. And despite the winter, the beauties fought barefoot and in only bikinis.
  Gerda pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes, hit the enemy and squeaked:
  - Glory to our empire!
  Charlotte also pressed her bare toes on the lever, blew off the T-34's turret and confirmed with aggression:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  Christina hit the button with her scarlet nipple and, striking the Soviet machine, squeaked:
  - And glory to us!
  Magda fired a burst of four machine guns, cut down the Soviet infantry with her bare toes and said:
  - Eternal, victorious glory!
  So the girls are naughty and their naked, round heels are sparkling.
  And the Tiger-2 is on the way; this tank, weighing fifty-five tons, promises to have 250-mm protection on the front and 170-mm protection on the sides.
  Which, with an 88-millimeter gun in the 71 EL, is a very decent machine.
  And so in the spring the Germans are already advancing in Italy and confidently defeating the allies.
  They take Naples and invade Sicily.
  And the Allied troops surrender in hundreds of thousands. And they are thoroughly routed. The German Panthers are unstoppable.
  And the girls make the Englishmen fall on their knees and kiss their bare, chiseled feet, and lick the round heels of the beauties with their tongues.
  In June, the Allies try to advance by landing troops in Normandy. But they suffer a crushing defeat there. Again, hundreds of thousands of prisoners, and a lot of captured equipment.
  Roosevelt suffers a heart attack and becomes incapacitated. The US tries to wind down such a difficult war. Britain considers options for peace with the Fritzes. The situation is aggravated by more powerful bombings of English cities using jet aircraft. And British fighters cannot catch up with such planes.
  So Churchill also begins to ask for peace. But the Fuhrer is inexorable. He is bursting with the awareness of his own strength.
  But the English are already agreeing to peace. And this worries Stalin, who offers the Fuhrer a truce. Hitler agrees to cease military actions for three years, on the condition that there will be no partisan sabotage, and the parties will remain at their borders, and the USSR will sell oil and bread to the Germans.
  Stalin gave his consent to this... And the Fritzes untied their hands.
  The first strike, of course, is Gibraltar. By capturing this fortress, troops can be transferred to Africa over the shortest distance. During the assault on the fortress, the Germans used the latest MP-44 machine guns, the girls also improved them: they made them much lighter and more reliable.
  And in the sky, Albina and Alvina fought, the girls who made the German planes much more practical and fast.
  And they crushed the allies left and right. Gibraltar would have been taken on the fly. Franco was forced to agree with Hitler's ultimatum. He couldn't let the fascists occupy his country.
  The Germans accelerated in their tanks and broke into the enemy's location.
  After the fall of Gibraltar, the Fritzes entered Morocco. And they moved, capturing territories. Especially in Algeria, the Fritzes' tanks moved. "Panther"-2 quickly glides along the sand. It was modernized, a more powerful engine was installed, and it rushed. "Panther"-2 quite satisfied the military with its forehead protection, and "Tiger-2" was a stunning tank. The Allies fell as if mown down.
  German girls fought in the desert, usually barefoot and in bikinis. They only smeared their skin with a special protective cream to prevent sunburn.
  Then the beauties put the captured Englishmen on their knees and make them lick the girls' heels. And this is liked, especially by the Africans, who do it with enthusiasm.
  The forty-fifth year was very successful for the Germans, they captured most of Africa, the Middle East. And in the first half of forty-sixth year they also captured India, Burma and the rest of Africa. And there were more problems with the supply of troops, the stretch of communications, the terrain, than with the resistance of the English and American units. Moreover, the colonial troops did not really want to fight. In technology, the Germans have an overwhelming advantage in quality. For example, the ME-262 X, and has a speed of up to 1200 kilometers per hour, and armament of five aircraft cannons. And the USA and Britain, so far, do not have jet fighters more or less fit for combat use, and bombers even more so.
  And the Germans also had flying discs that could reach speeds of about four times the speed of sound. They were completely invulnerable to small arms, thanks to the laminar jet that flowed around the machines. But they themselves could not shoot because of this. But they could drop a bomb from a height, and use it for reconnaissance, and most importantly, ram enemy machines by knocking them down with jets.
  Flying saucers are effective weapons with a long range and can fly from Europe to the USA. And they were sometimes piloted by very beautiful girls who preferred to fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  Here are Gertrude and Eva in flight. Such two wonderful cuties. For example, a black American was caught. Tied to a log. And they rode on his male perfection for so long that the prisoner lost consciousness, overworked.
  And now Gertrude, with her bare toes, took and aimed the disc at the target, shooting down American planes. What a fighting girl.
  And Eva, too, with the help of her bare toes, aims a machine of deadly force at the enemy.
  And with fury he rams the enemy, and the machines of England and the USA fall.
  The Germans planned the landing of the troops for the end of November. Firstly, no one expects it at this time. In fact, the weather is not very good and it is risky to survive. But on calm days you can swim across the English Channel and land. In addition, there are advantages to landing at night, since it is much more difficult to defend yourself in the dark.
  By this time the Germans had seriously decimated the English and American fleets.
  So the landing of the troops was expected without any particular problems. A powerful striking force was supposed to be special battalions of girls, who even in the frost of late November were barefoot and wearing only bikinis.
  The landing began on November 26, 1946, the anniversary of the Reichstag elections, after which Hitler received the post of Reich Chancellor.
  There was no one to prevent the landing. And large masses of infantry and even the newest pyramidal tanks took part in the attack. Which could not be penetrated from any angle.
  The girls, of course, fight inside them and act bravely.
  And some warriors already barefoot break the edge of the ice on puddles frozen at night. And fight very bravely. And perform miracles of colossal power. And when with bare toes they throw grenades and tear the Englishmen to pieces, then it becomes extremely cool...
  Gerda fights in a Tiger-4 pyramidal tank with a cannon and a bomb thrower, and quite bravely. Sends shell after shell, and tears enemies to pieces.
  By hook or by crook, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, the girl roars:
  - We are actively baring our teeth, we are exterminating very strongly!
  Charlotte uses the scarlet nipple when shooting, pressing it on the joystick button and hitting the enemy, she chirped:
  - Our universal construction team!
  Christina also fired a rocket launcher, using her bare toes. She destroyed a mass of opponents and muttered:
  - For the greatness of the Third Reich!
  And Magda thundered after her. This time with the help of a strawberry nipple. She tore her opponent apart and roared:
  - For Aryan communism!
  These are girls of the super level! And how the infantry of girls runs and barefoot, throwing grenades on the go. And how great and deadly it is.
  The girls are so feisty and beautiful.
  And they are crushing the English left and right. It is not surprising that with such an offensive and landing of troops from both France and Norway, England held out for only ten days. That's great!
  The metropolis fell. And the next stage is the campaign against America. In February, the Germans, despite the winter, landed in Iceland: Operation Icarus, and captured this important territory.
  Once again, barefoot girls from various SS battalions took part in the battles.
  And they achieved success, flashing their bare heels through the snow.
  Stalin proposed to Hitler in March 1947 a joint war against the USA. The Fuhrer agreed to this, but on the condition that the USSR would get back only Alaska, in some sense a legitimate territory. And would not claim more.
  Stalin agreed with this... And the invasion of Soviet troops through Alaska began. So swift and brutal.
  New Soviet tanks were moving.
  Elizaveta's crew fought in the very first, experimental and not quite finished T-54 tank. April 1947. There is still snow in Alaska, but Russian girls fight barefoot and in bikinis. And such beautiful girls.
  Elizabeth shoots at the enemy with her bare toes. She hits an American Sherman. And baring her teeth, the warrior says:
  - Glory to the ideas of great communism!
  Ekaterina also shoots using the bare toes of her chiseled feet and squeals:
  - Glory to the victorious results of our army!
  Elena also fired, this time using the scarlet nipple of her breast, hitting the enemy very accurately and growled:
  - Glory to new decisive victories!
  Euphrasiya, pounded the opponents, using a strawberry nipple, and piercing the Pershing, barked:
  - And we will win!
  The warriors, as you can see, have gone wild like shrews. And are beating the Americans like that.
  Here a shell hits the tank's forehead, but immediately ricochets. Elizaveta roars and jumps:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism!
  And she also sends a projectile back, using her bare toes. Now that's a girl who's on a real mission.
  These are such fighting beauties.
  Soviet troops held out in Alaska. And in May, the very first IS-7 built in metal arrived.
  And on it is Alenka's tank crew.
  That's the kind of fighting girl she is. Once she shoots at the enemy, she hits him extremely accurately.
  And the gun, what a powerful one: 130 mm. It penetrates the enemy from a long distance. The Americans' main tank is still the Sherman, which is only good for scoring against the German and Soviet tank aces. There is a slightly better Pershing, with a gun more powerful than the 90 mm caliber. And the very few Super Pershing, whose 90 mm caliber gun and a barrel length of 73 EL, is capable of inflicting a dangerous wound on the Soviet IS-7 in the side and at close range. American guns do not take the pyramidal German tanks at all from all angles. The IS-7 is penetrated in the side. The T-54 is a Super Pershing, it can take a close-up frontal shot and a side shot at a distance. But for now the USSR's main tank is the T-34-85, which has not yet been taken out of production and is fighting the Americans. It is approximately equal to the Sherman and weaker than the Pershing.
  So the Soviet soldiers have it tough. And they look with envy at the only, very first experimental tank IS-7.
  This car is proud and cool.
  The IS-2 and IS-3 are also fighting. The latter vehicle is impenetrable from the front except for the SvehPershing. Well, the IS-3 can also be penetrated in the lower part of the hull.
  The IS-2 is somewhat weak in frontal armor and turret.
  Natasha and her team of girls fight on this tank. Combat beauties. And they deliver crushing blows with deadly shells from the IS-2.
  Natasha pressed with her bare toes and threw out the lethal one, piercing the American and yelped:
  - Glory to the ideas of good communism!
  Zoya pressed her scarlet nipple onto the deadly lever and yelped:
  - For Aryan peace and order!
  Augustine also struck with a destruction attack using her bare heel, hitting the enemy and barked:
  - For decisive victories!
  And Svetlana finally throws out her bare toes, cuts down her opponent and squeals:
  - To the great powers!
  The Red Army warriors were advancing through Alaska. Summer had come and it was warm, and the girls were enjoying themselves in bikinis and barefoot on tanks. The Germans, having crossed Greenland, landed in Canada. And from the south, Argentina began to advance. Brazil was divided into pro-German and pro-American factions. The Germans, with a powerful blow from their more combat-ready divisions, decided the matter in their favor.
  The Nazis had a more powerful and effective assault carbine, which shot from a long distance and very quickly. The Yankees suffered defeat after defeat.
  A new team of English girls led by Jane Armstrong was approaching from the south... The warriors fought in Brazil in the summer... The pro-American forces resisted weakly.
  But in Venezuela, the warriors clashed with American troops. They fought in the outdated Panther-2, which had already been practically taken out of production in favor of pyramidal models of equipment.
  But even in this case, the British tanks were stronger than the Americans. They fired their guns at the Shermans, which were already hopelessly outdated and could only fight on equal terms with the Soviet T-34s.
  Jane fired from a distance using her bare toes. She hit her opponent and chirped:
  - This is the greatness of Britain - it will not fade!
  Gringeta smashed the enemy with her bare toes, her chiseled feet. She smashed the Sherman and squealed:
  - Our kingdom will be cool!
  And she showed her tongue!
  Then Monica fired, hitting the enemy right on target with her bare feet and cooed:
  - For the salvation of the soul!
  And Malanya followed suit. She accurately hit the more dangerous Pershing, breaking its hull.
  Of course, with her bare toes she cooed:
  - Glory to the ideas of the royal forces!
  The girls fought very aggressively and constructively.
  And in Canada, elite German units were moving. Gerda, in a pyramidal Tiger-4 tank, was crushing America and its dominions. And they were breaking under the enemy's crushing blows.
  Gerda fired with her bare toes, hit the enemy and yelped:
  - For Aryan communism!
  Charlotte also hit, this time with a scarlet nipple, pierced the American car and gurgled:
  - For the greatness of Germany!
  Christina also struck the enemy. She crushed his armor with the help of her bare toes, like an eggshell, and gurgled:
  - For our phenomenal achievements!
  Magda thundered, crushing the enemy like clay and roared:
  - For such resources that cannot be described in a fairy tale or with a pen!
  The girls are extremely combative and very active. It's really fun with them.
  And so the main cities of Canada fell: Quebec and Toronto. And life became better, more fun for the Fritzes...
  Hitler declared that America would be finished off!
  The US was not successful in developing the atomic bomb. Apparently, luck turned away from America in this case in favor of the Wehrmacht. So what? There are other foundations for victory and success. So it is very early to despair.
  But the Fritzes with their foreign regiments are far superior to the USA in terms of the quality of troops. And they are capable of a great deal in destroying the enemy.
  Here Gerda, for example, caught a black fighter. And they girls beat him up so much, forcing him to make love, that he kicked the bucket. And this is actually very cool.
  In the fall of 1947, the Fritzes entered the territory of the United States itself. Soviet troops were still fighting in Canada.
  Alenka fought a whole brigade of Shermans and Pershings in an IS-7. The Shermans here were of the Firefly class, with a long-barreled 76-mm cannon, which is dangerous for the IS-7 when fired at the side. So the girls found themselves in a serious situation. The IS-7, for all its advantages, has a cannon with limited ammunition and not a very rapid-fire one.
  Here Alenka fired with her bare toes, hit the American and squeaked:
  - On my path of war!
  Anyuta fired in turn, using her scarlet nipple, hit the Sherman and yelped:
  - For the victories of the USSR!
  Alla also hit with her bare toes. She punched the American car and yelped:
  - For the ideas of communism!
  Maria also hit, using a strawberry nipple, smashed her opponent into pieces and hissed:
  - For Lenin's great manuscripts!
  And Matryona kicked with her bare heel, crushing the Sherman"s armor, and squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - For my knights of light!
  This is a five, these are girls - you won't find cooler! And all so young and fresh. And the girls smell like honey. No wonder the soldiers lick Venus's womb with their tongues with such pleasure. And lick their lips.
  Yes, the IS-7 retreated back so as not to be torn to shreds. That's what a tank is, a tank to all tanks.
  Maybe except for the German pyramidal ones...
  But most of the Shermans were destroyed, and the rest retreated.
  This is how Soviet girls chopped it up.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya are thrashing the Fritzes. That these girls are not fit to hold a candle to Pokryshkin. And the beauties fight barefoot and in bikinis. And they use the scarlet nipples of their breasts when shooting, which increases the combat effectiveness of the shooting.
  But Albina and Alvina understand better. The girls managed to receive six degrees of the Knight's Cross. The highest sixth degree, the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds, was awarded to them after they shot down more than a thousand planes each.
  These girls are the girls of all girls...
  But both Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya each collected more than two hundred planes. And they already had eight Hero of the USSR stars.
  Anastasia pressed the firing button of the aircraft cannon with her bare toes and shot down the American aircraft, squealing:
  - I am a super girl!
  Alenka Sokolovskaya chopped at the enemy with the help of a scarlet nipple of her breast, knocked down three planes and roared:
  - And I'm even cooler!
  These are girls, these are girls!
  And they destroy America.
  Well, of course Alvina and Albina make it even more fun and cool.
  Alvina uses scarlet nipples when shooting...
  And Albina has strawberries...
  And both girls really love to work their tongues with jade, pulsating rods. They have such passion and credo of aggression!
  Albina pressed her bare toes and chirped:
  - And they go to sea, the dashing girls!
  Alvina, firing, confirmed:
  - Cool element, element of murder!
  And now the Germans, Soviets and Japanese have penetrated deeper into American territory.
  The Japanese have their own fighters: ninja girls. Very brave and combative.
  Here is a blue ninja girl, as she releases a razor blade with her bare toes, cutting off the heads of Americans and yelps:
  - They won't pass!
  And he will chop the mill with his swords.
  And the yellow ninja girl will draw a real fan with her swords. And then with her bare toes she will throw needles with poison, and launch them with the killing of the Yankee troops, piercing the opponents.
  And he will howl at the top of his lungs:
  - To all the glory of Japan!
  And the girl with red hair, as if holding a reception of a slanting mill, cuts the enemies.
  And then he'll take them and hit them with his bare toes and scatter the Yankees in all directions. Now that's a fighting beauty.
  And he will roar:
  - We are ninjas!
  And here the girl with white hair ninja will perform a helicopter technique with her swords. She will chop up her opponents, crush them. And from her scarlet nipple she will shoot lightning, roaring:
  - For the victory of Japan!
  Well, no one can resist such beauties! These are girls, girls to all girls...
  And they are so aggressive.
  But now the battles are raging with colossal intensity. The armies of the Axis powers are moving from both the north and the south, literally squeezing America with giant pincers.
  This is the clampdown on a once glorious country that boggles the mind.
  By the end of autumn, the Fritzes had already penetrated considerably into US territory.
  Here Gerda is fighting in a Tiger-4 tank and along the way remembering her previous,
  These are also very glorious feats.
  Gerda was slightly covered in blood, but was pleased. But her mood was spoiled by the terrible stench coming from the ghoul's cut belly and the fear that another hundred, if not more, of the same creatures would come running.
  Charlotte meanwhile grabbed her tenacious opponent by the head and performed a deadly "double Nelson" move, breaking the creature's neck. The fiery warrior here found herself in the role of a kind of Mother Teresa - in terms of mercy for the brutally beaten ghoul. She expressed herself:
  - I am kind, very kind, and my mother is kind - like a wise owl!
  Gerda was worried:
  - Don't you understand?
  Charlotte was surprised:
  - What should I understand?
  - And the dinosaurs, or the hybrids of rats and cockroaches, won't hear? - Gerda pursed her lips.
  Charlotte giggled:
  - I didn't expect you to be such a pussy! We'll kill a thousand of them!
  - Did someone hit you on the head with a club?
  - No. Just believe me, the megagnome can hear us. - Here the girl hesitated. - If the Sultan of the gnomes did not take him, that is, did not call him to service, then he could not have gone too far from us.
  Gerda asked with very little confidence:
  - And other gnomes, elves, annihobbits?
  Charlotte quickly, with male ruthlessness, extinguished the last hope:
  - Others may hear, but what does it matter to them? Only the megagnome Kiy-Dar knows.
  Gerda began to wipe her blood-stained leg on a huge, lush leaf. The leaf only seemed soft on the outside, but in reality it was prickly. The barefoot blonde drew a moral:
  - Not all that glitters is gold, but everything that stinks is always shit! There is so much dirt in the world that you can't believe in the purity of the creator, even after taking a few steps on the ground!
  In response, the Fire Devil hissed air in her plastic pipe again. Then the girls listened to the night for a long time. But the megagnome Kiy-Dar did not hear or even could not hear. And there was clearly no other gnome here.
  Gerda sang here:
  - If a friend suddenly turns out to be neither a friend nor an enemy, but a gnome... That means a madhouse awaits us!
  Charlotte interrupted her friend:
  - So what, do you want a legion of ghouls to surround us? Let's do it on our feet, and quickly!
  And again they continued their grueling run, although both warriors were already sick with fatigue. Sometimes Gerda fell asleep on the go, in sweet short moments it seemed that he was lying down, resting (a kind of sleeping in a dream - it's just incredibly cool!). But the visions crumbled like a lump of clay falling to the ground - easily and without effort, only the body shuddered nervously. And then everything started all over again, as if an invisible pendulum was swinging. There was some kind of half-reality and half-reality around, they had to push their eyelids apart so that they, heavy, did not close. The girls' bare feet were sadistically pricked, but it was this terrible pain that did not allow them to completely forget and lose the sense of reality. And the landscape gradually changed .... High walls clearly appeared through the darkness around, the tired blonde warrior was as if in a black stone corridor. Sounds seemed to be there - a heavy echo of his running. And there was something else, something terrible and motionless - ahead. Something alive, it, invisible for now, was waiting for the girls, and they were running there. Of course, they didn"t want to end up in hell, but they still ran, like sheep chased by a tiger. It"s not even clear why they started dreaming about such nonsense, maybe because of the extreme physical exertion of the last weeks of the war in the African desert and the mountains of Asia...
  Gerda whispered:
  - And even heaven can be hell, so you don"t have to swim long to get to hell!
  Something tugged at the girl's hand. Consciousness jerked back to the warrior. She suddenly discovered that she was standing motionless. The ground ahead sloped downwards. And there was a faint splash of water. A breath of freshness and moisture blew into the girl's exhausted face.
  Gerda exclaimed:
  - Wow, it turns out you can even run to heaven!
  - Viriy! - Charlotte breathed out with feeling next to her. - The place where the fallen warriors of Great Germany are in bliss. - Her ringing warrior voice was full of genuine joy.
  Gerda did not share such optimism:
  - More likely the foreground of Viriya.
  Charlotte said enthusiastically:
  - Where there is a field, there is a field!
  Gerda remembered the legend, remembered how on the way to the Reich-Saray, they crossed a small silver river. From the height of the royal steed, the crossing seemed easy and quick fun. The blonde warrior even felt like a sultan, or a sultana, which, however, is even better! But it is one thing to sit on a huge elite steed, and another to travel on your own two feet of a goddess. I wonder how deep and treacherous this river is?
  Gerda slyly but figuratively remarked:
  - And the foreground is minefield!
  "Can you swim?" the red-haired girl turned to her.
  Gerda shrugged:
  - What a stupid question. Where did you see a representative of the elite SS battalion who couldn't swim?
  Charlotte shook her flaming curls decisively:
  - Forget about the SS elite. There is a completely different world here, or even a vast universe with myriads of worlds. Not everything is like it was with us!
  "Can I do it?" Gerda asked herself, looking again into the emptiness that was inside the warrior.
  Charlotte muttered:
  - Well, give birth faster! Time is running out!
  "Of course, I must be able to swim!" the blonde warrior said cheerfully, seeing doubt on her friend"s gentle and at the same time menacing face.
  The butterfly, the size of an albatross, with blue wings speckled with yellow, fluttered its antennae in confirmation that the bare-legged blonde was telling the truth.
  - I also assume so, or almost so, - Charlotte answered hesitantly. - Although you know the proverb: the turkey thought and ended up in the soup, the crow did not think and ended up in the rattle! In any case, it is better if you know how, because I will not pull you out. And there is only one road for us - to the other side.
  Gerda clenched her fists tightly:
  - Of course, let's go cool!
  Charlotte warned:
  - We might have problems with the sword!
  The glamorous warriors approached the very edge of the bank and stepped into the black night water. Gerda felt the pressure of the water - the stream had a weak current. The barefoot blonde knelt down and drank greedily, then splashed some on her tired, dusty face. The drowsiness immediately passed. The water was cool and gentle, she wanted to lie in it and relax the aching muscles of her female body...
  Gerda said with enthusiasm:
  - And the mines in the foreground are not visible!
  "Wait!" Charlotte whispered.
  Gerda was surprised:
  - What are these traps again?
  The fire warrior reassured:
  - No, but... I think we still have a chance!
  The warrior of fire once again applied her lips to her white plastic. She listened, looking around carefully.
  Gerda, in turn, relaxed, and seemed to feed on divine energy from the water. Charlotte asked her:
  - And you look, it"s hard for me to concentrate in this place.
  The barefoot blonde also looked back. It felt like it would soon be dawn. The darkness was no longer as pitch black as it had been just recently; shaky gaps appeared in its impenetrability - it seemed that just a little more and the cover of night would fall. So the chase would begin very soon. It was good that they had reached the river. Gerda, squinting her eyebrows, looked closely: the water was clearly visible at her legs that drove men crazy, dimly - in the center of the current. The other bank was almost drowning in darkness.
  The snow-white warrior noted:
  - If only men's hands would caress our exhausted bodies with veins standing out from the tension. What pleasure would we get from this? O suffering flesh of innocent girls. My womb of the goddess Venus, so wants love and happiness, what any woman desires!
  Charlotte put her hand to the pipe again. This time Gerda thought that something in the air or the ground trembled in response. And something with thorns and at the same time so tender rubbed against the bare heel of the blonde warrior. She said:
  - This is the boa constrictor's delight.
  - Did you hear? - The young fiery devil excitedly grabbed her hand. - The steps of the megagnome! Oh, snow-white female, did you sense it? Kiy-Dar responded. - Charlotte kissed her friend on the ear. - Believe me, our victory is near, He is somewhere here!
  Gerda noticed:
  - Yes, it"s close... Like the moon for a bug!
  Charlotte began to blow harder into her whistle made of magical plastic created by elves (techno-magic, indeed!), then pressing her ear to the ground. This time the response shaking of the ground was much more noticeable.
  Gerda then philosophically remarked:
  - There is a sign that the longer you have bad luck at the beginning, the more successful the end will be!
  - Yes... - The emerald eyes of the most beautiful girl narrowed joyfully, - he came to the call! Kiy-Dar!
  Gerda put her finger to her lips:
  - Be careful. Maybe it's not that megagnome at all, or a creature of a completely different order!
  They froze, listening. The tremors of the earth became more uniform, heavier. Somewhere nearby, between the "islands" of bushes, a huge type was making its way. He was like a giant genie, obediently looking for a master, even if he was the last still beardless youth...
  Charlotte stated:
  -You probably can't even imagine the power of megagnomes. They are such powerful creatures that even hellfire retreats before them!
  Gerda immediately objected:
  - No, why not? I imagine... If a gnome is a strong creature, then a megagnome should be an order of magnitude stronger. After all, the word mega means a million times more!
  Charlotte, like a girl on a date with a pop star, readily agreed:
  - Yes, you think correctly, my friend! Exactly a million, that's a whole invincible army!
  Gerda was surprised at this:
  - Why didn"t you call him earlier and let our friends die?
  Instead of answering, the young red-haired devil took another swig from her whistle, the air escaping from the curved nozzle with a slight hiss. And suddenly Charlotte froze mid-breath, her emerald eyes widened. The fiery she-wolf sat down in the water, touching Gerda's hand. She wanted so much, she wanted to answer her, when suddenly...
  The girl's bare feet were suddenly burned by such a sharp pain that they jumped up at once and... finally woke up. Madeleine was holding a club with an electric wire connected to it. On the pink sole, even slightly horny from running on the hot sand and sharp mountain stones, a blister of electric discharge appeared.
  The SS captain growled:
  - Get up quickly, get ready, put on your dress uniform! You can't parade around in a bikini in front of the Field Marshal! Look, baby, you'll get a reward, but if you do something stupid, I'll make you spin Conan's wheel for 24 hours and give you electric shocks at the same time. - Madeleine made a scarier face here. - Although no, not 24 hours, a whole week, without a single minute's rest. We still have time.
  The girls quickly began to get ready... And on another continent, interesting events were also taking place, and similar ones at that.
  Yes, and now the battle is on again, and warrior Gerda, using her bare toes, sends a deadly projectile. The wrecked Pershing stops.
  Here crawls something bigger and clumsier. The latest American development, a self-propelled gun with a 155-mm long-barreled gun and 305-mm armor. It weighs one hundred and twenty tons and is very slow. It barely crawls...
  Gerda destroyed the Sherman with a well-aimed shot and noted:
  - It's coming for our souls!
  Charlotte fired using her bare toes, smashed the enemy into torn pieces of metal and squeaked:
  - For honor and Motherland!
  Christina noted with alarm:
  - Maybe we should hit him with a bomb thrower?
  Magda said confidently:
  - Leave this matter to me!
  And the girl pointed the gun at the enemy with her tenacious little toes and fired.
  And the American monster stopped and exploded.
  These are the girls from the Third Reich - well done!
  Winter has come, and an IS-7 is moving through the snow. The battles are taking place in America. The beauties from the USSR are fighting fiercely.
  Alenka fired at the Pershing with her bare toes and destroyed the enemy.
  And she cooed:
  - Glory to Russian communism!
  Anyuta also hit with a projectile. She used the technique with her bare toes and cooed:
  - I'll say Superman girl!
  Alla also took and fired and hit another Patton tank. And such cool ones.
  What kind of vegetable is this newest Patton tank? It's a Superperschnig, only with a more powerful 810 horsepower engine and more sloped armor.
  What an impressive machine, which can be a problem for the T-34-85. But the IS-7 will smash it from a distance. And the Soviet tank, having received a shell in the frontal armor, sends it into a ricochet. Now that's a fighting machine. And in response, it knocks down the American with one swing.
  Then Maria fires, hits the enemy accurately. She pierces him through and through and squeals:
  - Our army is strong, it protects the peace!
  And also uses bare toes.
  And then Marusya will strike. And she will crush the enemy's armor into splinters. In this case, using her bare heel.
  And he will roar:
  - For new reforms of Stalin!
  She is such a fighting beauty and wants to please everyone.
  This is how the IS-7 team works, it makes even the devil sick.
  But now the girls are advancing forward.
  Elizabeth fights in a T-54. And she acts desperately. Such an aggressive babe.
  And the girls have a pretty good car. And they shoot from it very accurately.
  For example, they took and hit the "SuperPershing" and yelled:
  - Our holy communism!
  Elizabeth aimed the gun with her bare toes. She hit the target and squeaked:
  - My victory will be great!
  And she winked at her partners.
  Ekaterina spanked with the help of a scarlet nipple and squealed:
  - For our great victories!
  And how he laughs out loud.
  And Elena, with the help of her bare toes, hit the enemy. She broke the powerful armor, split the metal and squealed:
  - Our mighty nation!
  And he will roar at the top of his lungs...
  - Hooray!
  And Euphrasiya will also hit the enemy, this time with a strawberry nipple. She will crush the enemy and yelp:
  - For the greatness of communism on all planets of the galaxy!
  These are the coolest girls in the world. And nothing can stop or tame them.
  Ekaterina squeals and shakes her chest:
  - I am a super girl!
  And her nipples are ruby-like... She once shoved them in a black man's face and made him lick them. Then she licked his male perfection with her tongue. What's so nice about it anyway.
  How pleasant it is for a girl - there is no greater pleasure in the world to describe.
  This is how the girls crush the enemy. And they experience pleasure from their glorious victories and colossal achievements.
  And Anastasia Vedmakova and Alenka Sokolovskaya are girls of an amazing level. They are simply seething with waves of passion and a tsunami of lust.
  Anastasia shoots a scarlet nipple at the enemy, hits the Yankee plane and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - I am a beautiful superman!
  Alenka Sokolovskaya continues to crush the enemy with the help of strawberry nipples and roars:
  - And I am the tallest girl in the world!
  These are the fighting women, and I must say they are also real thieves! No one can stand against them.
  Even America... and each one has already earned ten gold stars of the Hero of the USSR...
  For such a phenomenal achievement they received a special award: the diamond star of the Hero of the USSR. Which in itself is very honorable and cool.
  Have fun, beauties!
  The best is certainly yet to come!
  Oleg Rybachenko carried out another operation in Saudi Arabia.
  The Tsarist army of Nicholas II was expanding Russian territory. Now a girl named Margarita Korshunova was fighting alongside Oleg. She was also a mutant warrior who had gained immortality.
  Well, the eternal children brought all these mujahideen gangs into submission. And defeated them - forcing them to take the oath to the Russian Tsar.
  At the same time, Oleg Rybachenko is not against composing a beautiful and slightly different continuation of the girls" adventures;
  After the new year, the Germans and the coalition had made significant advances into the United States. The Americans, facing a more technologically advanced enemy, were losing.
  By the end of March, the Wehrmacht approached Washington and began storming the US capital.
  The battles were unequal and it was clear that the girls were winning here... Gerda's pyramidal tank was especially good, as were her compositions.
  Gerda, during the shelling of the White House, when her tank was being fired at directly, went and fell asleep, and she dreamed of this...
  She saw the partisan Lara Mikheiko captured by the fascists. The girl, about fourteen years old, was shooting back at the fascists. Two of her partners were killed. And she hid in a hut.
  The grandmother wanted to pass her off as her granddaughter, but the Nazis didn't believe her. And they took her away... They were about to start searching her.
  And then Lara grabbed a grenade, the fascists fell. The girl mentally said goodbye to this light and threw it... But the grenade did not explode.
  It was not possible to escape heroically.
  They knocked Lara down, hit her a couple of times, and gave her a black eye. But they didn't hit her too hard, apparently they were afraid of hurting her!
  When she was brought to the hut for interrogation, Lara behaved insolently.
  Looking bravely into the eyes of the SS colonel, she said:
  - You Fritzes will soon be destroyed! Do you hear the roar of guns, death is coming from the Red Army!
  The colonel replied to this:
  - Daring girl, you will meet the whip!
  Lara shouted boldly:
  - Pain doesn't scare me!
  The colonel ordered:
  - Take this bastard out into the street with a poster: partisan and show it to the whole village!
  The policeman readily suggested:
  - It's snowing outside and it's freezing... Shouldn't we take the girl out barefoot so she can cool her ardor?
  The SS colonel nodded in agreement:
  - That's right! Let him walk around barefoot in the frost, maybe he'll come to his senses!
  They tore off Lara's sheepskin coat and sweater. They left her in only one cotton dress. They pulled off her rough shoes and black stockings. The girl was left barefoot in one light dress.
  They hung a board around her neck with the inscription: "I am a partisan." And tied her hands behind her back, they led her out onto the porch. The girl's bare feet felt the cold and snow.
  Lara smiled. She was really embarrassed by the bruise on her face, how she looked. And you can walk barefoot in the snow. Her soles had become very rough over the summer, from many barefoot walks. She had only recently put on shoes, and it was not the first time she had to endure cold and hunger.
  Lara walked on her own, still smiling. The wind blew, fluttering her copper-red hair, and the snow crunched under her bare feet.
  The girl walked with such an air as if she were a princess on a throne. And she left behind her graceful, small footprints, almost like those of a child's feet.
  People looked at her with sympathy.
  One of the old ladies in a fur coat started chattering:
  - Horror! They're leading a barefoot girl!
  The weather was sunny, and Lara's calloused, rough soles suffered little from the cold. She walked along, baring her teeth.
  Here she was burned by the blow of the whip. The girl screamed and bit her lip.
  They hit her a couple more times with force. Lara barely managed to stay on her feet and with an effort of will held back a scream.
  The stubborn girl was taken to a special hut where there were torture devices.
  So they put her on the rack and started to burn her heels with a hot iron...
  And two executioners lashed Lara with whips. At first the girl held back her screams with titanic effort, but when wide strips of red hot iron were applied to the child's bare soles, she screamed and lost consciousness. They brought her to her senses...
  Horror...
  Gerda woke up... Damn it, what a dream, when they are on the eve of victory, their tank is shelling the White House.
  And then such nasty things happen...
  Gerda fired at the SuperPershing leaving the house, pierced it through and through, and cooed:
  - Peace, work and love!
  After which she stuck out her tongue.
  Charlotte also hit the enemy with her bare toes and said:
  - I'm a super class girl!
  Christina also hit, hissing like a snake and pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, piercing the enemy:
  - We are supermen!
  And Magda will hit the enemy, crush the tank, make the combat kit detonate, and say:
  - Let's go for the top class!
  After which she winks at her partners. This girl is a top-notch spotter.
  The warriors are crushing the Yankees and racking up the scores... Albina and Alvina have already each racked up two thousand downed vehicles. For this they have received a new award: the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  That's how the girls distinguished themselves by becoming super class aces. And no one could stop or defeat them.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya and Orlova each received a new award: the Order of Glory of the highest degree with diamonds, which they were very happy about. Such cool girls.
  And the war is coming to an end... The Americans capitulate on April 20, 1948. And another history of the Second World War is turned upside down.
  This time, it seemed, a period of long-term peace had arrived. The USSR got Alaska back and everyone was happy. And the countries of the American continent were divided between Japan and the Third Reich. Thus, the temporary redivision of the world was completed.
  The Germans are tired of war.
  Hitler allowed polygamy in the Third Reich - up to four wives per man - and imposed draconian taxes on couples with no children or fewer than three. This was a strong move to encourage population policy.
  In addition, Hitler himself had many children obtained through artificial insemination. And among them the heir to the throne had to be chosen.
  There was no sadness; the Third Reich, together with Japan, digested what it had conquered.
  But then, on March 5, 1953, Stalin died. And Beria came to power. Why Beria? He had good chances for the throne in real history, but an accident got in the way: a rebellion in the GDR, during the suppression of which a counter-plot against Beria matured. And here, of course, there is no GDR.
  Besides, Hitler wanted Beria, who was a Germanophile and who was well-known to the Germans, to rule after Stalin. And when Stalin's health deteriorated, he made a will in favor of Beria.
  So everything was decided in favor of the head of the secret and not only secret police.
  Well, Beria suggested to Hitler to deal with Japan before it acquired nuclear weapons.
  You never know what might pop into a samurai's head.
  Beria and Hitler agreed on a joint war with Japan and the division of its territory.
  On April 20, 1954, a joint war began against the vast colonial empire of the samurai.
  Well, a new page is being turned in history. Soviet troops are advancing on Japan.
  And the Germans too... Here again Gerda and Charlotte are fighting in a pyramidal tank. Their machine is a two-seater weighing fifty tons and has a compact gas turbine engine of 2500 horsepower. You can imagine how fast the German machine is. And the armor is special, with an admixture of plastic. And very strong, impenetrable from all angles. A small-caliber gun of 75 millimeters, but with a very high initial velocity of the shell in a high-pressure gun. It has increased armor-piercing. And the supply of shells and the rate of fire are large. The conductivity is high.
  The tank itself is just super... So Gerda knows what to fight with.
  The Soviet vehicles are weaker. The main tank is still the T-54, a good vehicle, relatively cheap, but inferior to the German in everything. The IS-7 never became widespread. It was noticed by the IS-10, which received a 122-mm gun, but a longer barrel and good frontal armor, with weaker sides. But all this fit into a weight of fifty-three tons, which is not bad.
  Gerda shoots her Panther-6 tank at the Japanese using her bare toes and pressing the joystick buttons, while roaring:
  - Glory to the ideas of the Aryan brotherhood!
  Charlotte presses the joystick buttons, her scarlet nipple firing from seven machine guns, and squeals:
  - Our happiness is in the communism of the Aryan dream!
  And the girl laughs again...
  Christina and Magda battle in another pyramidal Panther-6.
  Christina presses the joystick buttons with her bare toes and hits the Japanese opponent and roars:
  - Glory to my boyfriend!
  Magda also opens fire, and laughing loudly, she says, pressing the joystick button with her ruby nipple:
  - Glory to our young men!
  And how they laugh out loud. Such are, frankly speaking, wonderful girls in the heat of war.
  Yes, it looks like doomsday has come for Japan. But everything is going according to plan so far.
  Elizaveta and her crew fight on a slightly modernized T-54 tank. But the difference is small. The gun has become a little faster-firing, and the shell is more armor-piercing. That's the difference.
  And the engine is the same diesel with 520 horsepower... The Japanese use tanks of their own design and licensed German ones. Also, the machines are generally not bad. Especially the "Hirohito"-3, weighing fifty-eight tons, with a 105-millimeter gun with a barrel length of 70 EL, superior to the T-54 in armament, and not inferior in armor, and running qualities, except for the power reserve.
  This Japanese tank is a problem for the USSR. But there are also lighter vehicles from the Land of the Rising Sun.
  They are easier to deal with.
  Elizabeth shoots using her bare toes and hits the samurai tanks. She does it very skillfully and squeals:
  - Glory to our free Fatherland!
  Ekaterina fires again, using a scarlet nipple, and having smashed the Japanese car, she squeals:
  - God-given Rus'!
  Elena also thrashes the enemy, smashes the enemy tank with her bare heel and roars:
  - For the greatness of the ideas of communism!
  Euphrasiya also shoots and does this with the help of the strawberry nipple of her elastic breast, and squeals:
  - Glory to the victories of higher communism!
  So they move their tank deftly and avoid defeats. The Hirohito-3 tank can be considered heavy, but it is quite massive. It is difficult to penetrate such a machine.
  And here he is, going for the girls. The gun is larger in caliber and the muzzle velocity is higher. The Japanese tank's turret front armor is even thicker than the Soviet 240-millimeter one, and the hull front armor is also thicker - 150-millimeter upper part and 120-millimeter lower. And the Japanese tank's speed is even higher, the engine is a gas turbine with 1,500 horsepower. Yes, this tank is the best in Japan. You can't joke with it.
  But Elizabeth, using her scarlet nipple, sends the shell straight into the butt, and the Japanese tank explodes, having failed to hit the Soviet vehicle.
  Ekaterina chirped and kissed her friend on her bare heel:
  - You are smart, Lisa!
  Elizabeth did not agree:
  - I'm just a genius!
  And how she laughs at the top of her lungs. What a girl.
  And they howl quite a bit... Ekaterina, for example, remembers 1941, how she ran away then. Her shoes were torn after a couple of days, and she had to stomp around barefoot. And for a city girl who is not used to it, it hurts, every bump, every twig, every lump is felt. And she knocked her feet down until they bled, when every step exploded with pain.
  Never did the girl think that walking barefoot could be so painful. It was not for nothing that Hugo sympathized with the barefoot girl Closet. If even in summer such girls' feet, then what about in winter.
  However, Ekaterina quickly got used to it, the young body adapts quickly, the wounded sole became callused and rough. And walking barefoot became pleasant. Ekaterina did not even put on shoes until the frost hit. However, then their four were formed and Efrasinia taught them the art of witches. And witches, in order to prolong youth, often run barefoot in the snow. And in short, the girls mastered secret knowledge, and looked about twenty years old, and barefoot and in bikinis did not freeze in the frost. These are the beauties. And there are no cooler than them, except, of course, Alenka. She fought on the IS-10 in the modification with an extended barrel. The tank appeared in the series quite recently. And still rare. The IS-7 never entered large-scale production. Apparently due to the high cost and difficulties in production.
  So Alenka's crew crushes these Japanese and sings songs to itself.
  Rise up like bonfires, blue nights,
  We are pioneers, children of workers...
  The era of bright years is approaching,
  The cry of the pioneers: always be ready!
  When girls get down to business, you can't resist them. In fact, you could say it's a perfect creation of war.
  The battles continue and Japan is losing.
  Here the Soviet troops took southern Sakhalin in May. And they acted extremely cautiously.
  But battalions of Soviet girls demonstrate remarkable fighting skills.
  Of their weapons, of course, the AK began to be used. Worse than the German one, but simple and reliable. And it mows down opponents, although the aiming at a distance is lower than that of the German assault carbine.
  Soviet girls make Japanese prisoners kiss their bare, dusty feet and lick their bare heels. This is their tactic.
  Fighting warriors of the highest class.
  In the summer of 1954, the Germans had largely cleared America of Japanese troops.
  The battalion of barefoot girls led by Margaret fought especially beautifully. The girls scattered the samurai, and the captured young men were forced to kiss their heels and lick the womb of Venus.
  Gerda and her team on the Panther-6 did a good job and sent a lot of Japanese to hell, and some to heaven.
  Four ninja girls fought against Soviet troops advancing in Manchuria.
  The blue-haired ninja girl slashed with her swords and performed a windmill, cutting down Soviet soldiers. Then she threw a pea with explosives with her toes, turning over a Soviet T-54 tank and barked:
  - The coolest country is Japan!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl also hits the enemy with her blades and kicks the boomerang with her bare heel, yelling:
  - For our samurai victories!
  The red-haired ninja girl will easily perform an aggressive sword spin, cutting down Soviet soldiers. Then her bare toes will launch a bomb. They will tear the USSR tank into pieces and the warrior will squeal:
  - In the name of the ideas of communism!
  The white-haired ninja girl took and chopped at her opponents, as if fanning the field, cutting down the Russian soldier again, and with her bare fingers launched a deadly weapon that would tear two whole Soviet tanks into parts.
  And he will roar:
  - For the greatness of the country!
  Girls love to kill, and they love raping prisoners even more. So much so that men lose consciousness from overexertion. And this is what ninja girls love. Jumping on tied men and whipping them with whips at the same time.
  But despite the heroism of the Japanese, they are losing to better and more advanced technology.
  Moreover, in the sky there are super-class aces Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya, who are crushing the Japanese like clockwork windmills.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, cuts down six Japanese planes with one burst and squeals:
  - Glory to the ideas of Russian communism!
  Akulina pressed a button and cut down seven Japanese planes at once with her scarlet nipple and roared:
  - Glory to the heroes of Russia!
  The warriors take revenge on Japan for their past grievances. And especially for the defeat in the war during the time of Tsar Nicholas II. No, this will never be forgotten, and generations will not forgive.
  Anastasia pressed her ruby nipple and fired another burst, shooting down Japanese planes and roaring:
  - Glory to Beria's era of communism!
  Akulina pressed her bare toes, struck the samurai planes and cooed:
  - For great victories!
  And Albina and Alvina are collecting record scores. For three thousand downed planes they were awarded the order: the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross and golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  Albina fired a burst with the help of her scarlet nipple. She cut down a dozen Japanese planes at once and cooed:
  - For my chest!
  And she imagined herself in the arms of a black warrior.
  Alvina slapped her bare toes, knocked down a dozen and a half Japanese planes and squealed:
  - For great victories!
  German girls are very feisty and beautiful. They love guys with black skin, and their tongues are always ready to polish the ebony perfection of men.
  Albina, using her bare toes, hit the samurai again and shot down their planes.
  And she cooed:
  - I am superman!
  Alvina pressed her strawberry nipple, mowed down a mass of Japanese planes and squealed:
  - I'm a space shrew!
  The girl is very militant and active in her hypersexuality.
  True Aryans are just super! And in general, such beauties of the highest class!
  German and Soviet troops, defeating the enemy, advance across China.
  During the assault on Singapore, the fighters of the airborne division and the barefoot girls' unit "Barracuda" distinguished themselves. The girls, splashing their bare heels through the puddles of pouring tropical rain, broke into the fortified positions of the Japanese and stabbed them with bayonets.
  These are the fighting beauties.
  Japan was reeling from the crushing blows of such an aggressive team.
  In the fall of 1954, most of China was captured by the Axis powers. And the situation became much more complicated for the Land of the Rising Sun.
  Hitler remarked:
  - Two birds can't live in the same den!
  And the warriors Albina and Alvina shot down the fourth thousand planes. Japan produced cheap but low-quality aircraft in very large quantities, so it was very convenient to collect bills.
  Albina, using her bare toes, cut down another samurai and squealed:
  - This is our wonderful world!
  Alvina, using her scarlet nipple, knocked down a whole dozen Japanese cars and chirped:
  - Glory to the era of communism, throughout the universe!
  Albina, also using the strawberry nipple and knocking down the samurai, was surprised and yelped:
  - Are you talking about communism?
  Alvina, using her bare toes and cutting down a dozen Japanese planes, reported:
  - The new Aryan order is communism!
  The girls burst out laughing... For the fourth thousand planes they were awarded the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds. That even a very high award is a record for beauties.
  These are the girls you should look up to...
  However, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Sokolovskaya are not inferior and have exceeded the score of five hundred downed aircraft.
  And they received new, very high awards, and collected a whole collection of stars for themselves.
  Anastasia points her weapon with her bare feet and knocks down the enemy, cutting off the opponent and squeaks:
  - For communism all over the planet!
  Akulina, cutting down the enemy by pressing her scarlet nipple, squeals aggressively:
  - Even children know us!
  In the winter, Japan lost almost all of its colonies, and the fighting moved to the metropolis itself.
  The year 1955 has arrived, when the battles are raging and there is no end in sight.
  Japan is giving in, slowly but surely. And gradually losing the war.
  But the samurai fight desperately and harshly.
  Alenka and her crew moved to the IS-11 experimental tank. This vehicle is equipped with a 130-millimeter gun and has solid tracks on the bottom.
  Alenka shoots with her bare toes, pierces the enemy, and roars:
  - Glory to communism with girls' bare heels!
  Anyuta also fired with the help of a scarlet nipple, pressing the triggers of the machine guns, there were nine of them, and yelped:
  - We girls are really cool!
  Alla also hit using her bare toes, crushing her opponent and roared:
  - Now get going!
  Maria struck with her bare heel. She pierced the enemy and cooed, baring her teeth:
  - To new achievements!
  Marusya hit with the help of a strawberry nipple, ramming the enemies with a deadly grip and squealed:
  - For the great communism!
  Alenka fired again and roared:
  - May the collective farmer president and gypsy dictator Sashka die!
  And he slaps his bare foot on the armor.
  This is how the girls got going, just super. They are warriors of an amazing class.
  Here they are singing in chorus:
  No, the keen eye will not fade,
  A falcon's, an eagle's gaze...
  The people's voice is loud -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  
  Stalin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow...
  The door to space has been opened -
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  Elizaveta and her T-54 tank are also fighting, such a fighting girl-witch.
  And the beauties knock down Japanese cars with their bare feet.
  Elizabeth pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple and chirped:
  - Glory to the ideas of Soviet communism!
  And how this beauty will laugh! And flash her pearly teeth.
  Ekaterina took it and also pointed with her bare toes and squealed:
  - In the victory of the immortal ideas of communism,
  We see the future of our country...
  Elena hit her opponent with her ruby nipple and bared her teeth, squealing:
  - And to the red banner of our Fatherland,
  We will always be selflessly faithful!
  Euphrasiya kicked with her bare heel and hissed:
  - Glory to our free Fatherland,
  Friendship of peoples, support forever!
  And all the girls, using their bare toes, sang in chorus:
  - Legitimate force, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  It must be said that the warriors are distinguished by incredible combat aggression.
  And here is Gerda fighting...
  Her Panther-6 is like a supertank, cutting through samurai positions.
  Gerda will fire with the help of a scarlet nipple, pressing the joystick button and roar:
  - For the Aryan world!
  Charlotte will also slap, with the help of her bare toes, tear apart a mass of Japanese and yelp:
  - For great frontiers!
  Kristina and Magda are also fighting. The girls are extremely combative and very beautiful, almost naked in bikinis.
  Christina fired with her ruby nipple, destroyed the Japanese tank "Hirohito"-4 and cooed:
  - Glory to my country!
  Magda also hit, using her bare toes, destroyed the samurai's howitzer and yelped:
  - Glory to great achievements!
  These girls are top notch!
  Tokyo fell at the end of March. And on April 20, 1955, Japan capitulated, thus ending the great war.
  The girl Albina and Alvina exceeded five thousand downed planes. And for this they received a special award: the Great Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  The war is not over yet. It is just lying low for a while. But Hitler has conquered almost the entire world.
  Beria received back southern Sakhalin, the Kuril Islands, and Manchuria along with Port Arthur.
  The USSR became a strong country that licked its wounds. For some time, Nazi Germany conquered other countries, suppressing their insignificant resistance.
  The war was about destruction and world domination. But another global confrontation was brewing.
  Meanwhile, clouds were gathering over the USSR. And in 1959, on his seventieth birthday, Adolf Hitler decided to attack Soviet Russia, where Beria ruled. The Fuhrer had practically the entire world on his side.
  But the USSR became a strong, industrial power. So the scythe met the stone.
  Both countries had nuclear weapons, but Gerda and Albina were able to create a generator that would emit radiation that would cover the entire planet Earth, making the use of this type of weapon impossible.
  And Hitler decided to seize the last sovereign state in the world. The border in the west ran along the Dnieper, and then Belarus and the Baltics were under the Germans. The fascists were able to hold on to Crimea. Only in Sevastopol the USSR rented a base for the Black Sea Fleet.
  In addition to the rest of the territory, Russia had a part of China - Manchuria. So the population of the USSR, where a very active policy of encouraging births was carried out and polygamy was legalized by the communist, atheistic regime, had already exceeded the pre-war figures of 1941, despite even territorial losses, and was increasing by three percent every year.
  Beria banned both abortions and contraceptives. And introduced wild taxes on families with fewer than four children.
  According to plan and by force, the USSR developed rapidly, and its military power increased.
  Hitler, sensing a potential threat, having finished gathering the world into a single Third Reich, decided to start his last war on this planet.
  What about the last war? There is nothing left to conquer on Earth. A year ago, the Germans flew to the Moon, and the era of space expansion has begun. But will Hitler live to see the era of Star Wars and the conquest of galaxies? Despite a healthy lifestyle, a vegetarian diet, regular exercise and dosed physical activity, it was clear that the Fuhrer was getting old. His head was becoming bald, his hair was turning gray, and he looked tired. Although the Fuhrer was trying to stay cheerful.
  Be that as it may, he must complete his last mission and conquer the USSR. And so, even if the Fuhrer dies, he will have about a thousand sons obtained through natural insemination. And one of them will be recognized as the best, the most capable and will take the throne of the greatest dictator in the history of planet Earth.
  In any case, delay is too risky and while nuclear weapons are not working, Hitler threw more than fifty million soldiers at the USSR in the first echelon alone. A huge number of tanks, planes, and flying discs. And this is a colossal force.
  The USSR continued to modernize its weapons. The T-64 tank appeared, heavier and with a powerful 125-millimeter gun capable of penetrating even pyramidal German vehicles with feather shells. However, the T-64 had only just begun to enter production. The main tank was still the T-54, which was not strong enough against German models. This is also one of the reasons why Hitler was in a hurry to attack Russia.
  The IS-11 did not catch on... The IS-12 was created as a vehicle with a 203 mm gun, but it turned out to be too expensive, heavy, and large. The IS-15 was a compromise version with a 152 mm, long-barreled gun. This vehicle resembled an enlarged T-64 and was also just beginning to enter production.
  The German main battle tank "Panther"-6, was pyramidal in shape, and it was slightly modernized into "Panther"-7, increasing the caliber of the gun to 88 mm, so that it would produce more destruction. And the engine, installing a more powerful 3000 horsepower, giving colossal speed and maneuverability while maintaining the weight of fifty tons, and improving the quality of armor.
  Even the newest Soviet T-64 was noticeably inferior to the German in terms of running characteristics and protection of the sides and front as well. But the T-64 could at least penetrate the German, albeit from a short distance.
  In the sky, the Germans were also stronger in both quantity and quality of machines. But the USSR never managed to create its own disc aircraft. And the Germans installed heat rays on Belonzi discs - like lasers, and could conduct more effective fire.
  And the fascists' flying discs flew at ten times the speed of sound. And that's actually colossal. That's how strong the Third Reich's army was.
  And they have underground tanks. And a lot of other cool stuff. In short, Beria has practically no chance.
  But the Soviet troops have colossal defensive power. And the invasion began with an air offensive. The forces are unequal and the Germans crush Soviet cities. Ten thousand move across Russia and take Smolensk.
   Natasha made a decision:
  - We need to force Hitler and his gang to withdraw their troops from the USSR and release the captive children!
  Naughty Zoya agreed with this:
  - Of course we must! And save our ancestors from fascism!
  Augustina noted, stamping her bare feet:
  - We will do it, without a doubt!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - We have all the means for this!
  No sooner said than done, the four warriors attack the fascist hordes.
  Warriors from God's Russian century and mutant witches once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Of course, the four girls took the destruction of Wehrmacht tanks and planes very seriously. From the very beginning, they were crushing them with their hands and feet, being covered by a force field. But...
  Oleg Rybachenko and Natasha's youngest daughter Margarita Korshunova appeared as if from under the ground.
  They grabbed their lightsabers and loaded up with nanobots. They were ready to crush the hated fascists. So the four became six.
  Natasha Korshunova, clicking her bare, chiseled feet, noted:
  - Really? Well, why is it that we can't beat our fate any other way!
  The aggressive golden-haired Zoya, continuing to crush the Germans, logically noted:
  - We'll do it faster! Faster, we'll save the USSR!
  A barefoot boy, no older than twelve by the look of it, Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy"s bare foot a sharp disk flew, cutting down three fascist planes at once!
  Margarita Korshunova, her bare heels flashing, crushing her opponents, both tanks and infantry, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha Korshunova also threw her bare toes, murderous and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her lightsabers went through the mill on the fascists. Then the blasters chopped at the tanks, cutting off their turrets. The planes got it too.
  Red-haired Augustine, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And what in the eyes, what in the throat of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Cool Zoya, chopping down white, brown soldiers and tanks with planes, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And tanks and white soldiers fall, and the tails of planes burn.
  Svetlana Snow White chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet, shoots down enemy planes and squeals:
  - For Mother Russia, the human space empire will win!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And while moving, it cuts up everyone"s heads and faces, and at the same time the turrets of tanks.
  Terminator girl Margarita also destroys enemies, aircraft and tanks.
  Her bare feet are just flashing. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here is Natasha Korshunova on the offensive. She chops down the Nazis along with tanks and planes and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl who demolishes tanks.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the offensive. She chops brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a straw. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - she shoots down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Augustine, cutting down the Nazis with laser swords and exterminating the brown soldiers, along with the tanks, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds! Twenty-second century!
  Svetlana Snow White is on the offensive. She hacks and cuts the Nazis. With her bare feet she throws gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters, along with tanks and planes, and squeals:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a mass of Nazis in a jump.
  He threw needles with his bare toes, knocking down tanks and planes, and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Tough girl Margarita Korshunova goes on the offensive. She slashes all enemies in a row. Her swords are cooler than mill blades. And her bare toes throw gifts of death, tanks and planes burn.
  The girl is on a wild attack. She exterminates brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall down dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeals aggressively:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha Korshunova is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws with his bare feet, and spits from a tube, knocking down tanks and planes.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya Angelskaya storms a pile of Hitler's corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly out from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling, along with the tanks and planes.
  Little girl Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel a dozen needles fly. Which stick straight into the throats of the Nazis.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead, along with tanks and planes.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are carried in both hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops - planes and tanks fall.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine, in the wild ecstasy of dreams, sends a pulsar with her bare heel and roars:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles that shoot down planes and pierce the armor of tanks.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so much murderous stuff. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury. And more and more destroyed tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko is accelerating his offensive. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a stormy schoolgirl, and a total terminator in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  Here she threw a pea with explosives with her bare foot. It will explode and immediately throw a hundred Nazis and ten tanks into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will run a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Here Natasha Korshunova accelerated her movements. The girl cuts down the brown warriors. And at the same time she screams:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace, along with tanks and planes.
  Natasha Korshunova is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to cut meat and metal salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats, mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes, lie around.
  Augustina is a crazy girl. And she destroys everyone as if she were a hyperplasma robot.
  She has already destroyed hundreds of Nazis and a lot of tanks and planes. But the pace is still increasing. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks were torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustina, playing with her abdominal muscles and shaking her breasts with scarlet nipples, sang:
  - You won't dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give a single gram of respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And the mass of brown fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads, together with the broken tanks and planes.
  The Six went wild. They started a wild battle.
  Karate kid Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. And he's moving forward, waving both swords. And the little terminator is doing a windmill. The dead Nazis are falling.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies, a pile of wrecked cars and planes.
  The boy inventor remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.
  Child killer Oleg Rybachenko squeals:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be a ton of money!
  And the boy-terminator in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and the Adidas company!
  It was a really cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed. And the greatest number of the greatest brown fighters were killed, along with tanks and planes.
  Barefoot girl Margarita is also in battle. She crushes cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - Large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen. And with them tanks and planes.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that you're the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks, and even planes.
  And Natasha Korshunova is an authority. She beats her opponents and doesn't give anyone a break.
  How many Nazis have already been killed along with tanks and planes?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha Korshunova shouts:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a fine! You won't take a ruble!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with her swords.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis or shoots down a plane with a tank. These girls are real beauties.
  Augustina attacks and crushes her opponents. And at the same time she doesn"t forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya in motion. Here she has split a lot of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior who bares her teeth.
  Shows his tongue. And then spits from a straw - shooting down planes. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He is already quite old, always in adventures with Natasha and company, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again deadly and damaging needles flew off from his bare feet. And at planes, and at tanks.
  Flashing her bare, round heels, Margarita Korshunova sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe there will be a dawn of freedom!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks and planes, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior throws a pea with her bare toes, and immediately a thousand Nazis fly into the air. And the army of the brown, hellish empire melts right before our eyes.
  Natasha Korshunova in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Blows up enemies. And so many Nazis die, and planes fall.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya Angelskaya in wild motion. Attacks the Nazis. Cuts them into small pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents, along with tanks and planes, and roars:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she runs a wild mill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  But Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all nightmares.
  And if it turns on, then it means it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I will crack open all skulls! I am a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action and cutting through meat and metal with duralumin of airplanes.
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya also goes on the offensive. This girl has no brakes. Once she chops, a mass of corpses is piled up, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And then a lethal pea flies from her.
  The barefoot, handsome, muscular boy Oleg will again dashingly cut down a hundred Nazis, carrying them like a meteor. And he will also take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear the mass of planes in the sky into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Barefoot girl Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings among tanks and planes.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha Korshunova is even more furious in her attack. She's thrashing the Nazis like that. They won't be able to withstand such girls.
  Natasha Korshunova took and sang:
  - My barefoot kick is blinding!
  Running in place is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here the mill was carried out. The mass of heads of the brown army rolled back, and tanks burned, planes blazed.
  She is a fighting beauty. She is beating up such a brown armada.
  Zoya Angelskaya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the scissors of death.
  The girl is simply lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins, they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya Angelskaya took it, shook the scarlet nipples of her full breasts, and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha Korshunova screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws what kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl of girls.
  And from her bare legs, as if a blade would fly. And it would strike a mass of fighters, cutting off the turrets from the tanks.
  Barefoot Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. Like a proletarian flag fluttering. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast! She went into battle with her natural light, without paint.
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The head will be like a bull's - the fighters won't come to their senses!
  And here she is again, crushing a mass of fighters.
  Terminator boy Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what we need! This is a girl!
  Margarita Korshunova, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustina readily agreed:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch a murderous, plane-busting weapon.
  Natasha Korshunova is not inferior to her opponents in battle. Not a girl, but to finish with such a witch in flames. And the Nazis have a hard time: planes and tanks fall.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustina, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank's turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya Angelskaya squealed, throwing needles with her bare feet and knocking down tanks and planes with her tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a bunch of lies!
  Natasha Korshunova, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do with him for a penny!
  And the warriors will jump up. They are so bloody and cool. In general, they are full of excitement.
  Almost naked, handsome, muscular boy in only shorts Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  The pretty girl Margarita threw a piece of antimatter with her bare toes and sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter propeller. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both the Nazis and the tanks, and squeaked:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  The terminator boy Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha Korshunova sang during the attack:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp disk-boomerang. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya Angelskaya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew. And they struck a lot of fighters and planes.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Barefoot and fiery Augustina, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled:
  - Forward the imperial flag!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, with her bare heel, tossed a ball of hyperplasma and readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the disks fly from the bare feet of the warriors. The flesh is torn, and the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes are torn off.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha Korshunova flew into the air. She ripped apart her opponents and winged vultures, and said:
  - We are she-wolves, roasting the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very deadly disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko, a handsome, muscular boy in shorts, gurgled:
  - Oh, it's too early, the security guards are giving me a slap on the wrist!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha Korshunova chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy-terminator, with his bare, round, childish heel, having kicked the pulsar and destroyed the fascists, objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha Korshunova agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks and planes, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Svetlana Belosnezhnaya again chopped down the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  Zoya Angelskaya is a very fast-paced babe. She threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And tore a couple thousand apart with one explosion.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina is not weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like that. As if she were beating them out of a sheaf with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, it will be useful,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle, like a jack-in-the-box. And how the tanks burn and the planes blaze.
  And here is a barefoot girl in a tunic, Margarita Korshunova, fighting. And the Nazis get it from her.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Natasha Korshunova harshly remarked when her bare foot sent splashes of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much so!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They are hacking and slicing them. Not warriors, but real panthers, unleashed.
  Cool boy Oleg Rybachenko is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He beats them without mercy, cuts through tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita Korshunova, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks and the tails of planes, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha Korshunova took it and howled, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya Angelskaya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha Korshunova took and released a lightning bolt from her scarlet nipple and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya Angelskaya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a thing that circles spread in all directions. This girl is pure extermination of opponents.
  The girl will take and launch three boomerangs with her bare toes. And there will be even more corpses from this.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no mercy! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Red-haired Augustine also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl went barefoot and walked through the bloody puddles. And killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he hits the Hitlerite general with his head. He breaks his skull and says:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya is very furious in the offensive, especially knocking down tanks, and planes too, squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off from her bare toes. As she pierces everyone, the planes fall. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  A muscular, muscular boy in shorts, Oleg Rybachenko, knocking down the crows with a whistle, squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg Rybachenko roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is on a wild attack again. No, power is simply seething in him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Magnificent Margarita in motion. Will rip everyone's bellies open.
  The girl will throw out fifty needles at once with her foot. And a lot of different enemies are killed, tanks and planes are shot down.
  Flashing her bare heels, Margarita Korshunova sang cheerfully:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  This is such an aggressive company. The girl will hit and shout:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha Korshunova is just some kind of terminator in battle. And she gurgled with a roar:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly! And the dictator is finished!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it blew apart the mass of mastodons and winged, hellish machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya Angelskaya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce babe.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And the redhead, with her bare heels and ruby nipples of Augustine's breasts flashing, roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of treachery and meanness. For enemies, of course. But for friends, she is a sweetheart.
  And as with bare toes he will take and throw. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with a very high combat potential. No, it's better not to get under such a one. How she tears off the turrets of tanks and the wings of fascist planes.
  Augustina, crushing her opponents, hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl is not exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana Belosnezhnaya, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Red Augustine confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare, chiseled feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes exploded into small shavings at once.
  And then the girl shoots lightning from a scarlet nipple.
  Sending gifts of death with his bare heels, Oleg Rybachenko sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha Korshunova, destroying the brown warriors, along with tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Barefoot, handsome, a boy in shorts, Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It cut off both the turrets of tanks and the tails of airplanes.
  The combative metal-crushing girl Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis back then...
  Here Hitler and his team fell on their knees before the girls and children.
  Natasha Korshunova first of all forced Nazi number one to kiss her bare feet.
  Then Hitler and all his entourage kissed the bare soles and heels of other girls. And they licked their heels with their tongues. And they kissed the bare feet of a girl who was a very handsome blond boy, Oleg Rybachenko.
  Afterwards, very pleased with the humiliation of the parasitic men, Natasha ordered:
  - Now, before we kill you all, sign the order for the complete and unconditional surrender of the Third Reich to the Soviet Union!
  All's well that ends well. The Third Reich capitulated and the mighty Wehrmacht was disarmed. Hitler and his team were sent to Beria's dungeon.
  The trial was quick but fair. On June 22, 1959, Hitler was hanged right on Red Square!
  
  
  CAKES OF THE THIRD REICH
  The discrepancy with the real history occurred because Hitler did not stop the German tank at Dücker, and hundreds of thousands of terrified Englishmen were taken prisoner. And then the Fuhrer made energetic efforts to invade Britain. In particular, all German and occupied countries' aviation industry was transferred to a three-shift regime, and foreign forces were brought in, and total war was declared, with shifts extended and women and teenagers put to work at the machines.
  The aviation industry was working at full capacity, and other occupied countries were connected to this plant. Due to which the production of aviation began to increase exponentially.
  The Germans were able to win the air battle for Britain and carry out the landing. England's ground forces were weak, and the fascists were able to achieve success by involving their own navy and that of other captured states in the landing.
  Britain was captured in a couple of weeks. The London garrison fell almost without a fight. Churchill fled to Canada. But he was met very coldly there. Losers are not liked anywhere.
  Hitler made the legitimate, pro-German ruler the formal king of Britain. He held parliamentary elections, where the local Nazi party of Mosley won. And his Fuhrer's troops began to rapidly seize English colonies. Of course, with their subsequent digestion. Well, and the USA?
  America chose to remain neutral. But it was not to be. Japan attacked the US in Peru Harbor. And Germany began an invasion of Canada, which split into pro-German and pro-American parts.
  Hitler decided that it would be more rational to seize America now, before its industry was rebuilt for war. And what about the USSR? It could wait.
  The Fuhrer's calculations, which began the war with the USA in December 1941, were generally justified. The Yankees were not quite ready for battle. However, Germany itself had not yet fully activated its power. The T-5 tank entered production, but it was a machine with two 75-mm and 37-mm guns with four machine guns and sloped armor, and not a "Panther". The T-6 machine with an 88-mm gun also appeared, but it was lighter than the "Tiger" and had thinner armor.
  However, the Germans were still stronger than the Americans, in tanks and superior in aviation, especially in the quality of aircraft. The most significant was the superiority of the more experienced and successful German General Staff in operational and tactical skills. American generals acted rather ineptly in this regard, and their troops were constantly caught in cauldrons and surrendered en masse.
  The US Army's morale was low. And then the blacks went and rebelled. That's what started it...
  America faced the colossal power of the Third Reich and went down...
  The Germans were advancing quite quickly. The only problem was supplies, across the ocean. But it seemed the Fritzes were coping with it successfully. And the battles were raging with colossal force, but Germany and Japan almost always won.
  On July 4, 1942, Washington fell, and eight days later, the United States capitulated to the Third Reich.
  Thus ended the first part of the Second World War. But the USSR still remained. And Hitler could not feel at ease.
  But Stalin maintained a friendly neutrality and tried to gain time and avoid war at any cost.
  The USSR overfulfilled the Third Five-Year Plan, doubling the economy according to formal figures. In reality, of course, the result was smaller, but still significant.
  In the first half of 1941, the USSR produced more than two thousand tanks. And in the second half of 1941, more than three and a half thousand, and two and a half thousand of them were the newest KV series. In August, the first KV-3s weighing sixty-eight tons appeared. In September, the first KV-5s weighing one hundred tons and with two guns and 170-millimeter frontal armor. The production of aircraft was also increased. In the second half of 1942, the USSR had already produced more than four thousand tanks, including more than three thousand of the newest ones. But this was still not enough. Stalin wanted to increase the number of Soviet tanks to sixty thousand in one hundred and twenty divisions and thirty mechanized corps. And this is a lot. The USSR was not yet ready to complete all this. Moreover, the vehicles were not yet produced in a wartime economy, but tank production was still increasing. In May 1942, the KV-4 tank version appeared. Stalin approved the heaviest of the proposals, weighing 108 tons and with 180 mm frontal armor.
  In the second half of 1942, the USSR produced more than five thousand tanks, including more than four thousand heavy and medium tanks. The number of Soviet aircraft by the end of 1941 exceeded thirty thousand aircraft. And by the end of 1942 it had increased to forty-five thousand. However, there was a shortage of pilots.
  Hitler had good intelligence, and the USSR did not hide the presence of new tanks.
  On the contrary, they showed them to intimidate. Already at the parade on May 1, 1941, the newest Soviet tanks T-34 and KV were shown, and German generals were specially invited and even given the general technical characteristics of their tanks.
  Hitler ordered to develop vehicles to fight Soviet monsters. Well, first of all, of course, the Tiger. This tank entered production in a lighter version, and managed to fight with America. But the Germans needed something more. Work began on the Panther, Tiger-2, Lev, and Maus tanks. They tried to unify the Panther, Tiger-2, and Lev tanks as much as possible, under a single standard. So that they differed only in size. The vehicles had sloped armor, especially the frontal one, and powerful, long-barreled guns. The smallest Panther tank already weighed forty-four tons. And it had frontal hull armor: an 80-millimeter sloped front, a 40-millimeter sloped side, and a 100-millimeter turret front with a slight slope, and 40-millimeter sides. And a 75-millimeter gun with a 70 EL barrel length. The Tiger-2 tank had a 150-millimeter hull front with slopes, 82-millimeter sides, a 185-millimeter turret front, 82-millimeter sides with slopes. And an 88-millimeter gun and a 71EL barrel length, weighing sixty-eight tons.
  And the "Lev" tank weighed ninety tons. The frontal armor of the hull is 150 mm like the "Tiger"-2, the sides are 82 mm, the frontal armor of the turret is 240 mm with slopes, and the sides of the turret are 82 mm. And the gun is 105 mm caliber and 70 EL long. That is, the "Lev" is the most powerful tank in terms of armament and weight from this series.
  And the Maus is also on the way. It has two guns at once: 128-mm and 75-mm, and much thicker armor: 240-mm front, and 210-mm sides, hull and turret. Such that nothing can penetrate it from any angle.
  The USSR had a 107-millimeter cannon with an initial projectile velocity of 800 meters per second on the KV-3, KV-4, and KV-5 tanks. The Maus was the only tank that this gun could not penetrate from any angle and distance. The Tiger-2 and Lev were not penetrated by this cannon in the front and the T-34-76, the most common medium tank of the USSR, in the side.
  In this case, the Panther could fight successfully only with T-34s and lighter KV series. Although it was supposed to become the most widely produced tank.
  For such tanks, powerful engines had to be made. And this took time.
  In the first half of the forty-third year, the USSR produced more than six thousand tanks, of which five thousand were heavy and medium KV and T-34. The Germans, relying on the resources of a significant part of the world, stamped out a series of standard hull type "big cat". And the "Panther", and "Tiger"-2, and "Lion", and even "Maus", had similarities in shape and standard. Hitler also ordered the obsolete T-4 and T-3 to be removed from production, and the T-2 and T-1 to be modernized and used only as reconnaissance tanks.
  But the Germans did not manage to produce enough of the latest machines to gain numerical superiority over the USSR by June 1943.
  But Hitler wanted to have a numerical advantage in tanks during the attack. And he postponed the offensive. Then autumn and winter became too close, and the Fritzes postponed the offensive until May 15, 1944, right at the end of sowing.
  In the second half of 1943, the USSR had a new tank, the KV-6, in the series, created to combat the Maus, weighing 220 tons and with a 203-mm gun and 107-mm gun.
  Stalin increased the working day by another hour to 9 hours, and tried to increase the production of tanks even more. They produced more than eight thousand of them in the second half of 1943, and seven thousand heavy and medium. But the Germans, relying on American and European factories, only "Panthers", increased production in the second half of 1943 to two thousand vehicles per month, finally mastering the "big cat" system. Since September, the "Panther"-2 began to be produced. This vehicle was better armed, like the "Tiger"-2, and had thicker armor, with an insignificant increase in weight, which was compensated by a more powerful engine of 900 horsepower.
  In the first half of 1944, the USSR launched the T-34-85 into production with slightly stronger turret armor and a powerful gun in order to at least somehow combat the Panther.
  The IS series tanks had not yet entered production, so I didn't want to remove them from the KV series. Moreover, the USSR was not waging wars, and there was no information that the KV tank was not very good. Especially in terms of driving characteristics.
  The USSR was unable to increase tank production in the first half of 1944, leaving it at eight thousand, but the T-34-85 came with a larger turret and a more powerful gun. The number of aircraft reached a maximum of fifty thousand, but the lack of pilots forced them to stop increasing their numbers for now. Some of the old machines were, however, written off and replaced with newer ones.
  But the Germans had jet aircraft in series: especially the ME-262 and the Arado bomber. And propeller-driven aircraft rose: the TA-152, ME-309, fighters with very powerful armament and speed. And the Ju-288 and Ju-488 are very solid and fast bombers. Not counting the B-29, which was produced in factories in occupied America, and the P-51 fighters with eight machine guns and the Airacobras.
  In the sky, the Germans now had superiority in both numbers and quality.
  In tanks, they also surpassed the USSR in quantity and quality. The Germans had a better MP-44 machine gun than the Soviet models, and the overall mobility of the army, in general all parameters, not to mention the navy.
  And here we mustn't forget Japan. It has a very large infantry, and a lot of tanks, although most of them are light, not counting the licensed "Panther", and the air force is generally very large and strong, as is the navy.
  The Fuhrer gathered many foreign divisions and deployed twenty million soldiers in the first echelon alone. Stalin, after mobilization, had so far collected twelve million. More was impossible: production would collapse, and there was already such a burden on the treasury. And Japan deployed fifteen million of its own and colonial divisions in the first echelon.
  Such a colossal army has gathered around the Fuhrer and Hirohito. And what can be done to counter them?
  The USSR has a strong advantage - powerful defensive lines. Close to the border is the "Molotov Line", a little further is the old "Stalin Line". Here, of course, the walls are built from sea to sea, although not continuous. But there are clearly not enough troops for defense. The Wehrmacht is very strong and has many troops.
  But the USSR has another problem. The troops are not very well trained to defend themselves. The Red Army was not taught enough to defend itself. Although recently they have begun to pay more attention to this. But with obvious delay. The only hope is Russian ingenuity.
  But the forces are very unequal...
  The Germans start the war on May 15, 1944. Just as the roads dry out and sowing ends, and autumn and winter are still relatively far away.
  The attack was not unexpected, the troops were in a state of combat readiness. But there were simply too many Germans and their allies. In addition to the Third Reich with its occupied territories, the following countries took part in the war against the USSR: Romania, Hungary, Slovakia, Croatia, Bulgaria, and, of course, the offended Finland. Sweden was occupied by Operation Polar Bear. Of course, Italy could not miss such a war, and this is a rather large population, plus there are also colonies. And also Spain, and Portugal, which also had colonies. The Germans also occupied Switzerland and created puppet divisions in the Wehrmacht. But that's not all. Brazil, Argentina, and other countries that the Germans did not occupy and did not include in their federation took part in the campaign against the USSR.
  So a powerful armada was assembled. And Australia was occupied.
  So Stalin had to deal with superior forces.
  And there is also a fifth column in the USSR. Many units, especially in Ukraine, do not want to fight and surrender without a fight. And the Chechens are starting to make noise.
  So the USSR fought an unequal battle from the very beginning, and its front was broken through.
  Although the Red Army tried to resist, there was both mass heroism and mass surrender.
  Be that as it may, after a month of fighting, the Germans broke through on a broad front to the Dnieper. The Red Army attempted to hold on to this natural barrier at any cost.
  Arkashka and Leshka were on a mission to defend Kyiv. The city was very conveniently located on the hills and was very strongly fortified. And the fascists tried to take it by storm, driving colonial infantry to the Soviet positions: Africans, Arabs, Indians. And of course using their powerful tanks.
  Arkashka and Leshka fought in pioneer ties, and were scratched in their shorts, looking like boys of eleven or twelve years old.
  A whole squad of pioneers fought alongside them: boys and girls. All tanned, scratched, already thin from rationing on ration cards, and of course barefoot. It was summer, June, it was hot in Ukraine, and none of the children would tear up shoes that were in short supply. And it was much more agile to fight barefoot.
  Arkashka and Leshka are holding slingshots in their hands, and from a distance these boys, like, hit the infantrymen. And the soldiers of the Third Reich are turned over and torn to pieces.
  Arkashka, with his bare little toes, releases a fiery pulsar, which will immediately tear apart two dozen Nazis.
  The boy and newly-minted pioneer, a former grand academician in reality, cheerfully says:
  - That's great... in theory!
  Leshka, a fair-haired boy in shorts and a red tie, with his bare heels, threw up an explosive package, tearing apart the fascist troops, and squeaked:
  - And practically, it's also gorgeous!
  And both boys laughed. And other boys and girls also fired at the Nazis. Some with rifles, some with pistols, some even used slingshots.
  The girl with the red tie from the matrix also threw the pulsar with her bare foot, tearing apart the tanks and chirped:
  - They won't pass!
  Here behind the infantry appeared tanks. In particular the mighty "Panther"-2. It strives to break through first.
  Arkashka snapped his fingers, and a jar of soap bubbles appeared in them. The boy, without thinking twice, began to launch a weapon from hyperplasm. And a whole iridescent line rushed towards the enemy tanks.
  Arkashka, shooting at the enemy, cooed:
  - The universe is full of fairy-tale surprises,
  She is magical and extraordinary...
  And it"s time to reach great heights with your hand,
  And if necessary, we'll hit you with our bare feet!
  And the boy snapped his little toes this time, and flew higher, and began to shoot bubbles of magical plasma at the Fritzes with his hands and feet.
  And it looked really cool.
  Leshka also acquired soap bubbles and blew whole streams of magical energy at the enemy.
  Both boys were hovering in the air. The other children, however, were not far behind. And they also connected their bare feet, throwing beams of plasma, tearing apart the roaring stormtroopers, and the infantry, and the tanks.
  Arkashka, full of enthusiasm for the destruction of opponents, sang:
  - Laser sword,
  Wants to cut you apart...
  It shines like a hellish fire,
  Laser beam...
  But don't think,
  How to save your life,
  Faithful to love,
  Be there until the end!
  And the boy, with his bare toes, released hyperplasmic bubbles of colossal destructive power.
  Arkasha forgot that he was actually a grand academician and hyper-professor, and felt like a mischievous boy.
  Here is a bubble of hyperplasma that hit the Tiger-2 and melted the turret into liquid metal. And then the other tank was pulverized. The earth and the metal were burning. It all looked funny...
  Leshka clapped his hands, and the Hitlerite soldiers turned around and started stabbing each other... The boy whistled, and fainting crows rained down on the tops of the Fritzes' heads. And they pierced the tops of their heads, and their helmets, and other ammunition.
  Leshka sang joyfully:
  - But to be honest,
  I defeat everyone, without exception!
  Arkashka threw a hyperplasmic blot with his bare heel, flattening the enemies and squealed:
  - It can't be, it can't be!
  Leshka responded by again throwing his arms and legs, bubbles and said:
  - We are like Gods here, of course!
  The boys really did crush their enemies and enjoyed the game. Here they were like Creator Gods, they could do anything.
  Arkashka winked...
  And then Hitler himself appeared. Four girls surrounded him. And they started beating the Fuhrer with their bare feet. And then they grabbed fascist number one with the toes of their bare lower limbs and tore him into four parts alive. Now that's cool!
  Arkashka sang with a chuckle:
  - And soon the Third Reich will fall,
  When we suppress in the game,
  For us, even murder is not a sin,
  Everything will be priced!
  And the boy again launched his bare toes into the bubbles of deadly force and destruction.
  And when they get on planes, they shrink in size and turn into butterflies with wings that sparkle like gold.
  Leshka, savoring this, remarked with a chuckle:
  - This is extremely funny!
  And with his bare toes the boy once again lets out a deadly blot.
  Arkasha, having fired an annihilation particle from a slingshot, noted with a chuckle:
  - The coolest thing is when you hit an enemy and he... transforms!
  And the boy will take it and thoroughly chop up the enemy.
  And then the fascist soldiers began to turn into candies, cheesecakes, cakes and chocolates.
  The children, being hungry pioneers, squealed with delight.
  The German tank "Maus" suddenly turned into a huge cake, and such a beautiful one, painted with roses and other lush flowers.
  Arkasha said with a smile:
  - Beauty, beauty,
  The tank is prey for the cat!
  And the boy-academician laughed. And the cake into which "Mouse" had turned flew into pieces, which flew up to the children on golden, finely crafted saucers. The boys and girls happily pounced on the treat.
  Arkasha, however, shouted at them:
  - How come you didn"t wash your hands?
  And next to each pioneer there appeared a silver jug with fragrant water, scented soap and a fluffy towel. The well-mannered pioneers began to wash off the dirt. They did it very quickly and began to eat. The fascist planes, infantrymen and tanks, transformed into a delicacy, flew up to the children themselves.
  And the diamond-sparkling knives cut the cakes into juicy, tasty pieces. And the children, having washed their hands with joy, gobbled up the fascists who had become candies and chocolates.
  Arkashka noted, chuckling into his fist:
  - This is rationalization! We can literally do everything!
  And the boy took it and clicked it with his bare fingers, and as a result, German equipment and soldiers again become tasty dishes. And the children are delighted.
  All the Nazis who stormed Kyiv were turned into food. But this, of course, is not enough. And the total offensive of the Red Army continued.
  Arkashka and Leshka turned all the soldiers of the USSR into pioneers. And now only children fought: boys and girls in red ties. But they used slingshots in battle, and bottles with soap bubbles, releasing them at the fascists.
  And the Nazis were turned into all sorts of food: cakes, pies, pastries, cheesecakes, chocolate bars, ice cream with filling.
  And the young Red Army soldiers ate such delicious food, having first washed their hands and thanked the higher powers. The children acted aggressively and purposefully, starting the march on Berlin.
  But the German jet bomber Ju-287 turned into chocolate bars with filling in flight. Very tasty, by the way. And the children ate them willingly. Now all the fighters of the Red Army turned into children, and were cheerful, constantly laughing. And with their bare toes they threw something infinitely deadly.
  And they destroyed their opponents, or rather made tasty treats out of them. And that's great. And so many cakes appeared in place of tanks. Flashing their bare heels, the child warriors pounced on the treats and greedily devoured them. Which they did with colossal enthusiasm.
  Both boys and girls ate pastries that had become custard and chocolate, as well as other very tasty and appetizing food. Troops from the Wehrmacht legions turned into very tasty things, which the pioneers devoured with great pleasure. And the Italians, for example, turned into bananas, the Romanians became pineapples covered in chocolate, the Hungarians became mangoes. And all this the Soviet soldiers who had become children ate very willingly and with great enthusiasm.
  And these were actually tasty things and treats. Boys and girls release bubbles, and the enemies of the USSR turn into different food.
  And from the mighty tank "Tiger"-3, such a magnificent cake turned out. Just lovely.
  And the children laugh and jump. And their bare, round heels just flash. You can see right away that they are like ripe apples.
  And now the barefoot children's guard approached Berlin. And as the children whistled. The crows immediately fell upon the Fritzes and the bunkers collapsed at once.
  And again the victory of the Soviet troops, so amazing, although all the soldiers became boys and girls.
  In short, Europe is liberated, and the USSR troops conquer America, Australia and Japan.
  Arkashka and Leshka, these boys in the matrix, made such a noble cake from Goering and together with the girls, they ate it with pleasure. And how wonderful and delicious it all is.
  Arkashka and Leshka ate some more bananas... It's good to be children - much better than adults.
  Arkashka sang with pleasure...
  And I want, I want, I want again,
  Run on the roofs, chase pigeons...
  Tease Natasha, pull her braid,
  Ride a scooter around the yard!
  And the boy took and again very tasty things, created from the army of fascists.
  Leshka noted, throwing murderous gifts with his bare fingers of bare children's knives:
  I ask no one to be surprised,
  If magic happens...
  If it will be, if it will be...
  If it will be, if it will be...
  If magic happens!
  Only these gifts were made from scary, steel armadas, such appetizing and very pleasant smelling things.
  Arkashka noted with a bared tooth:
  - Where does childhood go?
  Like what cities...
  And where can we find a remedy,
  To get there again!
  Leshka sang in response with pleasure:
  - But by the power of science,
  It is possible to reverse...
  Immortal spirits, after all,
  The thread of life will return!
  And the eternal children sang in chorus;
  In winter and summer, expect unprecedented miracles,
  We will be playing here and here!
  And barefoot through puddles, and along the bottom of a stream,
  Here we are again, guys - you and me!
  How good it is to be a child, especially if you are an almighty God-demiurge!
  And that's the end of the story...
  And who listened to the cucumber!
  
  JAPAN'S LATE GAMBIT
  In 1943, Japan finally attacked the USSR and was even able to achieve tactical success in its aggression against the squadron building in Vladivostok.
  Hirohito's decision was at first glance stupid and illogical in the conditions when the Americans were defeating the Japanese at sea. But the samurai understood that their only chance to win now was if Germany came to their aid. The attack coincided with the German offensive on the Kursk Bulge. And this had an impact on the course of the battles. Stalin abandoned the counteroffensive. And the Germans were able to withdraw their troops to their original positions.
  The Japanese ground army was advancing in the Far East. The Red Army was receiving reinforcements from the Western Front. But the battles dragged on. The Japanese were pushed back to Manchuria. Meanwhile, the Germans replenished their forces. And repelled the Allied offensive in Sicily. Here they were helped by the fact that the Soviet army was not advancing, and by transferring part of their forces to the East, the Germans inflicted a crushing defeat on the British and Americans in Sicily. And the coup in Italy failed, the conspirators never formalized it. And this also saved forces.
  The Germans also developed a new tank, the Panther-2. This vehicle had a narrower turret and a low hull silhouette, which increased the vehicle's armor and even decreased its weight. The Panther-2, better protected and more mobile, became a fairly effective tank. And this allowed the Germans to prepare well to repel the Soviet attack that followed in the winter. But the Nazis were expecting this.
  Of course, the main targets of the offensive are Orel and Kharkov. Gerda's tank crew is fighting near Orel.
  The girls are very beautiful, and despite the winter, they fight barefoot and in bikinis.
  Gerda aimed the Panther-2's cannon with her bare toes; this vehicle not only has a narrower turret, but also four crew members.
  The blonde fired, penetrated the Soviet T-34 and cooed:
  - For the Wehrmacht!
  Next, using her bare toes, Charlotte fired, pierced her opponent and squeaked:
  - To new achievements!
  Then Kristina, a very feisty girl with yellow-red hair, fired her bare legs. And she also hit the Soviet machine.
  And then Magda hit, showing her accuracy.
  And also with bare toes. And this time she hit the KV tank, after which she chirped:
  - We are fighting girls, and we are so cool!
  The attack of the Soviet troops was repelled, and the Germans were able to hold the front in the east. True, the Soviet troops wedged into Manchuria. And strongly pushed back the Japanese.
  In the spring of 1944, the Red Army tried to advance again. But it ran into a strong block. The appearance of the German jet aircraft ME-262 in series production made adjustments to the course of air battles. The new machine turned out to be fast and durable. Just not reliable enough.
  The two witch girls, Albina and Alvina, fought best on it.
  They are such wonderful beauties. And they pound Soviet cars like with a hammer or a sledgehammer.
  Albina used her bare toes to aim the weapon at the target,
  fired at Soviet planes at high speed. Shot down three Red Army aircraft and chirped:
  - Glory to the Aryan dream!
  Alvina continued to spin and fire with her bare toes, cutting down Soviet vehicles and squealed:
  - In the name of great achievements!
  And again the girls are smashing Soviet cars. They are so energetic with bare heels.
  And they are actively collecting bills for themselves, showing that barefoot girls are the right place at the front.
  And they burn planes and blow them up with 30-millimeter aircraft guns. These are the fighting girls here. And very beautiful.
  Here Albina will press the trigger with her scarlet nipple. She will slam into the Soviet planes, shoot them down and coo:
  - The Aryan Brotherhood is with us!
  Alvina also fired her strawberry nipple at the Russian LAGG-5, shot it down and chirped:
  - The future century is ours!
  The girls, of course, quickly became leaders in the number of downed vehicles. In the summer of 1944, the Red Army tried to break through in the center, conducting Operation Bagration. But Meinstein carried out a cutting attack from the south, and this turned into a disaster for the Red Army. The situation was aggravated by the fact that the IS-2, with which such hopes were associated, turned out to be an unsuccessful tank. And the Germans got the Panther-2 with a more powerful 88-mm gun and a 900 horsepower engine. The Tiger-2 did not go into production. It had almost no advantage in armor compared to the Panther-2, but was much heavier, more expensive, and had poor driving characteristics. So the King Tiger was not allowed into production, since there is a modification of the Panther with the same weapon, but much lighter and more mobile.
  The battles showed that the German TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, was quite good, powerfully armed and armored, but with much better flight characteristics.
  And they beat the Red Army quite harshly. The TA-152 turned out to be an unpleasant surprise for the Soviet aviation. The duralumin deficit forced the postponement of the launch of the more advanced Yak-3 and LAGG-7 into series production, so the German planes had an overwhelming superiority over the Soviet ones in speed and armament.
  The situation was aggravated by the almost complete cessation of bombing of the Third Reich by the Allied air forces. The USA decided to concentrate entirely on Japan in order to prevent the USSR from entering China, and Britain did not want to risk its air force alone.
  This led to a significant increase in the production of weapons in the Third Reich, especially the Panther-2, which was distinguished from its predecessor by greater reliability, speed, cross-country ability, and a powerful engine.
  The Panther-2 proved itself to be an effective breakthrough tank. Its high speed, along with an effective gun, a lower silhouette, and thick, sloping side armor, made the vehicle almost a nymph. So the Panther-2 stung quite badly. And its modification with a more powerful gun was only one ton heavier, and therefore retained greater mobility and excellent frontal armor.
  The Soviet troops were defeated in the center and were trapped. The Germans approached Moscow. Only at the Mozhaisk line of defense were they stopped with difficulty.
  A frightened Stalin offered Hitler a three-year truce, promising to supply the Third Reich with oil and raw materials almost for free, and to return all prisoners of war.
  Hitler, worried that the US and Britain would finish off Japan and then take on the Third Reich, agreed to a truce. He only demanded that Stalin make peace with Japan. Stalin agreed to this, but with the return of the southern part of Sakhalin, previously conquered by the samurai.
  That's what they decided on... The borders remained the same. The fact that the Third Reich retained control over Ukraine, Crimea, Donbass, and the Taman Peninsula was generally fine. Its border was literally fifty kilometers outside Moscow, and Leningrad was still blockaded.
  Stalin promised to curtail the partisan movement in the occupied regions of the USSR.
  And the Germans could now receive Ukrainian bread and Donbass coal.
  The Germans lacked oil, but this was compensated for by the production of synthetic fuel.
  The Fuhrer wanted to conquer Africa first of all, to have raw materials for the war, and the Middle East with oil. There was a stubborn war in the sky. Instead of the V-1 rocket program, the Germans launched the production of jet aircraft. Especially the Arado bomber, which proved its effectiveness.
  The HE-162 turned out to be not very good, though. The fighter was light, cheap and easy to produce, but it required highly qualified pilots to operate it. The ME-163 was somewhat better, although it only flew for six minutes, but the Germans managed to increase its flight time to fifteen, and it was more or less able to defend German territory.
  Hitler first met with Franco again and gave him an ultimatum: either he lets German troops through to Gibraltar, or the Wehrmacht occupies Spain.
  Franco agreed to let the Nazi troops through. And they immediately attacked Gibraltar. The fortress was taken immediately. And after that, the German units invaded Morocco. It was easier to move troops over the shortest distance, and the process of conquering Africa began.
  Already during the winter of 1944-1945, more than forty divisions were transferred to the black continent. And they captured Morocco, Algeria and entered Tunisia. There, fierce battles with the British and Americans unfolded.
  The new German self-propelled gun E-25 also took part in the battles. With the Panther-2 88-millimeter and 71 EL gun, a height of one and a half meters, and two crew members who were located lying down, it was an excellent machine. Light, mobile, and, importantly, decently protected. The frontal armor was 120 mm at a large angle, and the side armor was 82 mm, plus rollers. And this with a weight of less than thirty tons, and a seven-hundred-horsepower engine, located transversely and together with the transmission.
  This self-propelled gun turned out to be a real miracle of tank building, and penetrated all the tanks of the allies, and was itself completely invulnerable from the front. And it turned deftly.
  The Germans also had the Panther-3, it was slightly heavier than the Panther-2, weighing fifty tons, but better protected. And a more powerful 88-millimeter gun and 100EL. And the engine with a boost provided power up to 1200 horsepower.
  The Panther-3 had a 150-mm frontal hull armor at a 45-degree angle, and a 185-mm turret frontal armor at a 50-degree angle. Allied tanks could not penetrate it from the front. But they could only penetrate 82-mm of the side at an angle.
  However, both the Shermans and the Churchill were still weak against such a machine and could only take it from the side at a short distance.
  The Germans beat the British and Americans on foot and dominated the air.
  The fascist aviation developed rapidly. Here appeared the ME-262 X, with swept wings, a speed of 1200 kilometers per hour, and more heavily armed. A very effective machine.
  On it, Albina and Alvina earned themselves new awards: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds. Each of them exceeded five hundred downed aircraft. The girls were able to get ahead of Huffman, who shot down almost five hundred aircraft.
  Albina and Alvina, however, promised the Fuhrer that they would each bring the count to a thousand. Hitler signed a decree that the Knight's Cross with swords and diamonds would be awarded for 250 downed planes, and the Knight's Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds for 500 planes. And for 1000 planes the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds would be awarded. And there would be as many as a hundred diamonds in it!
  This is such an incentive for barefoot girls in bikinis.
  German troops entered Libya in March 1945. They advanced quite quickly. In battles, the E-25 and E-10 demonstrated excellent performance and effectiveness. Of course, heavier vehicles did not do so well. The E-10 was somewhat worse for fighting Churchill tanks, which were very well armored, even in the side.
  But it is very effective against the Sherman. Moreover, this tank is tall and it is very difficult to hit a low target.
  The Germans advanced across Africa and captured Libya. Entered Egypt in April. And moved on.
  The battles raged on the black continent as if in a cauldron of hell.
  Hitler's Germany showed its evil grin. Gerda fought in the "Panther"-3. And with her crew she crushed the tanks and guns of the allies.
  And she sang to herself:
  - We will tear everyone to pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness...
  And the girl jumps up, playing with her muscles and biceps.
  The fighting is raging, and the Nazis are moving closer and closer, approaching the Suez Canal.
  Well, here it is, blocked, and the Germans have won another major victory.
  Egypt has fallen, and the Wehrmacht troops are moving up the Nile. They are heading for Sudan.
  And other parts invade Palestine, and then Iraq, and Syria, and Kuwait. It is possible to capture the entire Middle East.
  During the summer of 1945, the Wehrmacht captured almost the entire Middle East, including Turkey.
  A major victory. And Spain and Portugal entered the war with the Allies on the side of the Third Reich. And the Germans are now moving to southern Africa. All logical and precise.
  A huge German submarine fleet fights in the Atlantic and Indian Oceans. And sinks American and English ships.
  America is already beginning to waver. Roosevelt is dead, and Truman is trying to somehow come to an agreement with Hitler.
  Churchill also hesitates. Meanwhile, the Germans are gathering their forces. And so their troops invade Iran and move on to India. Other units, together with the Italians, having conquered Ethiopia and Sudan, move further south.
  They are hindered more by the length of their communications than by the resistance of the English and American troops. And the fascists advance forward, not knowing problems or pity.
  Autumn of 1945 passed with new victories for the Germans. Their troops entered India and took Delhi. And they are advancing further and further.
  Hitler proclaimed:
  - We must unite with Japan. And so the German troops advance further and further towards the enemy.
  What a mad Fuhrer, but what can he do! A lot is visible. And the Germans conquered India and most of Africa by the end of 1945. The Nazis also had new types of weapons - flying discs that could not be shot down by small arms. And the speed of the flying saucers reached four times the speed of sound.
  They gave a great advantage in the air. In the winter of 1946, Africa was almost completely captured and the Germans reached South Africa, liberating the Boers there. And this was a great victory.
  And again the fascist units are moving, this time to Madagascar. And in May 1946 they complete the capture of this island as well.
  So the Germans united with the Japanese and captured most of Asia.
  But the war is still going on. Britain's backbone needs to be broken. The emphasis is on submarine warfare and air attack. The Germans have hydrogen peroxide submarines, and there are boats that are controlled by one person - very tiny.
  The Germans have a lot of things. And the Ju-287 jet bombers, and the ME-362, and the Ju-688, and the B-18, and the flying wing. And the HE-477 jet attack aircraft, and much more. They are putting so much pressure on Britain, it's terrifying.
  And the V-1 rockets, of course, went into production. Later than in real history, but more powerful and sophisticated. In particular, with wings, which provided them with greater accuracy and radio-controlled.
  The new V-2 rockets were, of course, developed under better conditions than in reality and were used for a longer period of time.
  So the effect of their use turned out to be much higher.
  And Britain began to be torn apart, as if by bombs of hellish power.
  And they destroyed themselves very brutally.
  The air offensive was brutal. The battles showed that the Allies had no antidote to the German disc aircraft. And they were simply the spawn of hell.
  The Germans were pressing Britain, without the slightest mercy. And they were crushing it so actively that literally chips were flying.
  And on November 26, 1946, a landing of troops followed in the metropolis itself.
  And this turned out to be fatal for the British.
  Gerda took part in the battle on the newest tank "Panther"-4. This machine had a powerful 105-mm cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL. And frontal armor of 250 mm with slopes, and side armor of 170 mm with slopes, and an engine of 1500 horsepower which, with the weight of this machine of sixty-eight tons, provided excellent driving characteristics.
  The Panther-4 weighed less than the Tiger-2, was better armed, armored, and much faster. And it had a gas turbine engine.
  Gerda fought with the British in this tank and sang to herself:
  - We will not be afraid of the Aryan Brotherhood!
  And so the girl pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple and spat out a projectile of deadly force. And broke through the Churchill's frontal armor.
  After which she yelped:
  - Space nightmare - fatal blow!
  Charlotte also opened fire with a crimson nipple, and cut down the English machine and squeaked:
  - For Aryan order!
  Christina also hit the British lion's troops using the ruby jump and squeaked:
  - For the angelic construction team!
  Magda took it and hit her opponent, using her strawberry nipple, knocked him down and chirped at the top of her lungs:
  - For our Fatherland!
  So the girls were fighters. And they say they were really tough fighters.
  That's how they took on Britain. And in the sky, Albina and Alvina are racking up the scores, they've already exceeded a thousand downed planes each and received another Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Platinum Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  And again they shoot down English and American planes. These are the fighting girls.
  Albina, pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, sends another enemy plane to hell. And at the same time she screams:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Alvina also makes a precise shot with the ruby nipple, knocks down the new English car and roars:
  - In the name of communism!
  And again the girls shoot down someone. And crush the enemies. And such fighting girls.
  But here are some more warriors on a flying saucer. So combative and aggressive: Gertrude and Eva. A machine that cannot be shot down by anti-aircraft guns and aircraft cannons. The girls are like carnivorous predators.
  Gertrude pressed the joystick button with her bare toes. The flying saucer accelerated and knocked down several English machines.
  Gertrude squeaked:
  - Victory activity!
  Eva went on the offensive again. She also used her bare toes to press the joystick buttons. And again she knocked down a couple of English cars, and chirped:
  - And the passivity of defeat!
  Gertrude is on the attack again. This time she pressed the joystick buttons with the help of her scarlet nipples. She rammed three more American cars and squealed:
  - For great frontiers!
  Eva was an aggressive creature. And with the help of her ruby nipples she pressed the joystick buttons. She knocked down four more cars, two American and two English.
  And she roared:
  - So that there are no boundaries!
  These are the girls. And with bare, round heels.
  The warriors are very beautiful. Even though they are nasty.
  The girl is capable of fighting very aggressively.
  There was no way to resist girls like these. And Britain was defeated and capitulated in a few days.
  Thus ended Operation Sea Lion. Complete victory...
  But there was still a war with the USA ahead. Here Stalin already suggested to Hitler to fight America together. It was a good idea.
  Hitler said that he could only give Russia Alaska and free it from paying reparations during the war. Stalin agreed to this too.
  And so in 1947 the coalition war against America and Canada began. At the same time, there was a landing in Australia, which was occupied by the Wehrmacht and Japanese armies.
  The Germans were primarily trying to get to Canada. Operation Icarus to capture Iceland was their first step. And it was so successful. And then to Greenland. Although the climate there is harsh.
  But the Fritzes advanced along the coast and further west.
  The Fuhrer once logically noted: where Germany ends is nowhere!
  And he ordered to move in all directions. The Fritzes began to transfer troops to Argentina and Brazil to put pressure on the USA from the south. The Japanese were also gathering forces there. At the same time, the USSR began an invasion through Alaska. In the summer of 1947, the first Soviet T-54 tanks began to arrive at the front. They were distinguished by their small size, small silhouette and good armament.
  But for now, the T-54 production was low. The T-34-85, which was not even taken out of production, fought mostly. Due to its high cost and complexity in production, the IS-7 did not enter production, and the IS-2 remained the main Soviet heavy tank. And the IS-4 was produced in small series due to frequent breakdowns and problems with operation. The IS-3 was also quite difficult to produce, it was also produced in small series.
  The IS-2, although not sufficiently protected in the front of the turret, had good small arms: four machine guns and a 122-mm cannon made it a good breakthrough tank. But the most popular was the SU-100. Easier to produce even than the T-34-85, and at the same time with more powerful weapons, it could create significant problems for America. Especially when the T-54 was not yet fully mastered for serial production, despite all the advantages of this tank.
  Elizabeth and her crew, for example, fight in this vehicle.
  Soviet troops are trying to hold a foothold in Alaska. It's summer and relatively cool.
  Elizabeth, in a bikini and with her bare toes, aims the gun.
  And sends a projectile of great lethal force at the enemy.
  Her shot was quite accurate, and the American Sherman flew away with its turret torn off.
  The T-54 is a great tank. The frontal armor of the turret is a whole 200 mm, and that's serious. At an angle of 60 degrees from the horizontal. And the sides are 100 mm. The front of the hull is smaller at 100 mm, but at a large angle of 40 degrees from the horizontal, and the sides are 100 mm. And the gun is 100 mm, 56 mm caliber. And all this beauty weighs only thirty-six tons, with an engine of 520 horsepower.
  Yes, it took a long time to develop such a tank, and it"s not that easy to master it.
  But the Americans have nothing to counter it with. The Sherman won't penetrate it head-on or at point-blank range. By the way, for comparison, the T-54 is superior to the Tiger-2, which in real history weighed sixty-eight tons, in terms of turret and hull side armor. Only the Tiger-2's hull front was thicker, but this was compensated for by the Soviet tank's large inclination angles. The Soviet cannon was only slightly inferior to the German one in armor-piercing, and the shell was of a larger caliber, meaning it was more destructive. And note that the Soviet tank was almost twice as light as the Tiger.
  Ekaterina shoots in turn. In this case, at the Pershing tank. This machine is heavier than the Sherman, with a more powerful 90-millimeter gun. And the frontal armor is thicker - 102-millimeter. This machine, although heavier and more powerful, does not penetrate the T-54's front either. Although it is superior to the T-34-85.
  But the USSR is pinning its hopes on the new tank. It penetrates the American machine. Even though it weighs forty-two tons and is heavier than the T-54. And here is the new American machine visible.
  This is a "Super Pershing" - weight fifty tons. Frontal armor is 150 mm, and the gun is 90 mm 73 EL caliber. Now that's more serious. True, the running characteristics of this machine are not very good - the engine is only 500 horsepower.
  But here we have to move. Because the enemy's gun is no longer inferior to the Soviet one in terms of armor-piercing, and the frontal armor is not that much worse.
  True, the enemy only fires four shots per minute. The Soviet cannon is ready to fire.
  Elena fires at the enemy and remarks:
  - This is hellish lust!
  And the girl sticks out her tongue. And it is clear that the "Super Pershing" is hit. And the T-54 dodges its shell. And it does it very quickly, even though the engine is not very powerful.
  The girls are shooting again. This time Efrasinya fired at the Canadian-made Churchill and chirped:
  - I am the strongest in the world, I will wipe out all my enemies in the toilet!
  And winks at his partners.
  The girls here are real beauties. And very sexy. And they jump on the men they catch. They're real panthers.
  Girls especially love captive Africans, and it"s so pleasant with them.
  And here in the sky, magnificent pilots are fighting. In this case, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova. Such girls are beautiful, curvy, in a bikini and barefoot.
  And they fight with a whole squadron of American planes. And they do it very bravely.
  Anastasia presses the lever with her bare heel, fires a shot, knocking down the American car and squeals:
  - For communism!
  Akulina is also a very accurate girl in a bikini, she fires aggressively, hits the enemy, cutting down the American and whispers:
  - For great changes!
  This is how they beat the Americans both on land and in the air.
  Of course, Gerda's tank crew is already fighting in Canada.
  "Panther"-4 is a more advanced modification. It has almost no roof, and the turret angles are increased.
  Which improved protection from both top and side attacks. So the Germans fight with confidence.
  Gerda pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, released the projectile and chirped:
  - Don't slow down on the turns!
  Charlotte also pressed the button of the shooting device with her crimson nipple and yelped:
  - This is the only way you will learn to win!
  Christina also hit the joystick button with her ruby nipple and roared:
  - Our new victory will be!
  Magda will also hit with a strawberry nipple, crush the American tank and yelp:
  - All our victories are super!
  So the girls went wild in earnest. By the way, they have such beautiful breasts. And I really want to lick their scarlet nipples.
  Usually the girls rape the captured men, which they really enjoy.
  The girls continue to fight.
  Here in the sky Alvina and Alvina are working miracles... They have already shot down one and a half thousand cars. For this they received a new order, the third Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Such girls are abundantly hung with awards, and very cool.
  Alvina knocked down three more American cars using her bare toes to shoot and sang:
  - And the dashing girls go into the sky!
  Albina, shooting down four more US planes with her bare toes, squeals:
  - We are the element of the wind! We are the element of the wind!
  The Fritzes continued to advance across Canada. Flying saucers rammed the Americans in the sky. The enemy's resistance was patchy. Toronto fell in September 1947. And that complicated the situation for the Americans.
  Gertrude and Eva were flying over New York in a flying saucer. They were shooting down American planes and screaming:
  - It will be really cool! We will win!
  And with scarlet nipples they pressed the joystick buttons. And they shot down American planes...
  The war was going in favor of the Third Reich... But the weather was getting worse. And in November it became cold in Canada, which the fascists had almost completely captured, and it started snowing.
  Soviet troops almost completely occupied Alaska and also entered Canada.
  Elizaveta rode on a T-54, which was still produced in very small series. Mostly, T-34-85s fought, demonstrating their passion and pressure. And these tanks were not transferred.
  Elizabeth, despite the frost, was barefoot and in a bikini, fired a shot at an American tank with a scarlet nipple and squealed:
  - For great achievements!
  And she showed her long tongue. What a girl she is, a girl to all girls!
  Ekaterina, too, despite the frost, barefoot warrior and in a bikini, smashed the enemy. She hit the American machine, using a scarlet nipple and squeaked:
  - Board the ship!
  The warriors are very cheerful thieves. And their nipples on their chocolate breasts are like strawberries.
  Elena struck the enemy. She pierced him and hissed, baring her pearly teeth:
  - This is a complete end to the enemies!
  And such a warrior, cool class. And quite a fighter. And Euphrasia will hit the enemy. And will take him and mow him down.
  And he will roar:
  - Space boom!
  And he will also send another projectile with a ruby nipple.
  So the girls dealt with the US hordes. The war is on... And winter has already arrived. Almost all of Canada has been captured, and battles are already taking place on the northern borders of the US.
  The Americans are looking for a way out. Truman offered Hitler peace on any terms except capitulation. The Fuhrer demanded: only capitulation.
  The only thing is that Truman himself might not be shot.
  The US continued the war. The T-93 tank went into production, a very heavy ninety-three tons, or rather a self-propelled gun, with a 155-millimeter cannon. But at least it is capable of penetrating German tanks head-on. And it itself has 305-millimeter armor. The only self-propelled gun capable of penetrating the Panther-4 and higher enemy tanks head-on. But the Nazis also have surprises. The Tiger-4 appeared, unified with the Panther-4, only heavier and with thicker armor and a powerful cannon.
  This car could have shown itself to be very dangerous.
  And they are also developing the Panther-5, in a more advanced, pyramidal model. This tank could really become extremely practical.
  The new year 1948 arrived... The Germans slowed down their advance a bit because of their extended communications. Railways were being urgently built. Work was in full swing.
  The Americans tried to counterattack. But they weren't very successful. Although "Shermans" were produced in huge quantities, they were like meat for the slaughter.
  "Pershings" were also not in demand. The Americans tried to create something more or less capable of fighting the Germans. But they were not particularly successful.
  But in the USSR, an experimental tank IS-7 was placed on the battlefield. Alenka and her female crew were in it.
  The girls are, of course, barefoot and in bikinis.
  The tank is quite powerful with a 130mm cannon that literally rips the heads off American vehicles.
  Anyuta fired with her bare toes and tore off the Sherman's turret, and noted:
  - But now we are fighting with the Americans...
  Alenka also fired at the enemy, using her bare toes, and agreed:
  - Yes, we are fighting! And this is serious!
  Alla slapped the American using her scarlet nipple and noted aggressively:
  - No, this is cool!
  Maria also took turns hitting her opponent with a strawberry nipple and yelped:
  - For communism!
  Marusya also hit the enemy. And quite accurately, and noted, baring her teeth and waving her bare foot:
  - This is real robbery!
  And how he laughs. And shows his pearly teeth.
  The IS-7 tank is capable of fighting even the Panther-4. True, the German tank is serial and mass-produced, while the IS-7, only three units have been produced so far. Quite a complex tank to produce.
  But here's Vedmakova on a plane, she's shooting down Americans like crazy. And she's crushing their planes deadly.
  Moreover, the girl uses her bare toes. And knocks down planes with great activity.
  Anastasia squeals:
  - I'm a space witch - I'll erase everyone!
  And she winks with her sapphire eyes. And her teeth are very aggressive.
  Akulina Orlova also fights with the frenzied fury of a cobra. And she shoots down American planes with abandon, and roars:
  - Glory to you, our Native Land! This will be the Fatherland's family!
  And winks at his partner, even though she can"t see him!
  These are such fighting and pretty girls. Their potential is simply amazing. And no army can stand against them.
  Anastasia Vedmakov presses the button with her scarlet nipple. Knocks down an American car and squeals:
  - Glory to the great communism of the tsars!
  And she starts laughing. Although one could say that Stalin is a tsar in some way.
  Akulina agreed with this:
  - Communism is the greatest achievement of the tsars!
  And he, too, will press the button with his ruby nipple and send a lethal aerial projectile.
  The girls here have beautiful faces and figures. And in winter they fight in just a bikini.
  In March, the Germans finally occupied Canada and entered Mexico from the south, squeezing the United States in pincers. So far, the fighting was fierce only in the southern direction. The Japanese-German armada and the entire coalition were breaking through there. The Mexican army formally fought on the side of the United States, but did so reluctantly. Many Mexicans deserted and surrendered without a fight. In early April, the Japanese entered Mexico City.
  Among their samurai troops, a quartet of female ninjas stood out in particular.
  They cut down with swords the American infantry who were trying to cover Mexico.
  The blue-haired ninja girl ran a mill. She crushed the Yankee soldiers and with her bare toes threw a pea with explosives that turned over an entire tank.
  After which the warrior squealed:
  - Banzai!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl used her swords to perform a fan. She also cut through a mass of American soldiers. And threw an explosive packet of sawdust with her bare toes. And three tanks flipped over.
  And the girl screamed:
  - This is our top class performance!
  And she winked at her friends...
  A red-haired ninja girl performed a butterfly move with her katana swords. She cut down a ton of black-skinned fighters. And threw a bomb with her bare toes. She took out three self-propelled guns.
  And she screamed:
  - I'm not a pathetic bug - I'm just a ninja turtle!
  The white-haired ninja girl used her swords in a furious dragonfly move. They spun like helicopter blades. And chopped down a mass of soldiers. Then she threw a boomerang with her bare toes. Which cut off three barrels of American tanks.
  And she chirped:
  - You'll be Truman the blotter!
  So the Japanese girls dispersed like a real tornado of death.
  This is the kind of brutal battle that has unfolded and is taking place over Mexico.
  And in May 1948, the offensive from the north resumed. German, foreign and Soviet divisions began to move across US territory, overcoming extremely fierce resistance from American troops and militias.
  The battle continued... Gerda was fighting in the "Panther"-4. So far, the Americans have only the T-93 capable of causing problems head-on to the German machine, which was equipped with a new, more powerful gas turbine engine of 1800 horsepower, and made the gun more rapid-fire and, without increasing the length of the barrel, increased the initial velocity of the projectile. So the "Panther"-4 U is capable of penetrating the T-93 head-on, despite the crazy thickness of the armor of this self-propelled gun.
  And so the German crew fights and not without success. And they break through the enemy.
  Gerda aims the cannon with her bare toes and fires at the Americans. She hits them accurately and hisses:
  - Glory to the Aryan Brotherhood!
  Charlotte also aims a deadly weapon with her bare toes. It penetrates an American tank. And squeals:
  - Glory to the ideas of Nietzsche!
  Christina, using her bare toes, also finds a target. She sends a projectile that knocks over the cannon and roars:
  - Glory to the ideas that live for centuries!
  Magda also hit the enemy. She crushed his tank, destroyed a mass of infantry and squeaked:
  - Glory to Aryan skill!
  These are such fighting and very sexy girls. They have a flame of anger and a storm of passion.
  And the steel pincers are moving on both sides. In the south, by the end of May, Mexico was conquered, and the advanced Japanese and American units reached the southern states of the USA.
  Everything went almost according to plan. In the summer of 1948, the battles were already taking place entirely on American territory, plus, admittedly, there was also a German landing in Cuba.
  It's also a very hot time there.
  Among those fighting in Cuba is the English crew of Jane Armstrong. A beautiful girl fights with the Americans. And conquers the island, which for some reason Fidel Castro's gang called the island of freedom.
  The girls are riding on a Tiger-4 tank, which has a very powerful 128-millimeter cannon with a 100 EL barrel length, and a three-hundred-millimeter thick frontal armor at an angle, and a 250-millimeter thick side armor at an angle. It is not so easy to defeat such a tank. And it has as many as eight machine guns.
  Jane Armstrong, firing with her bare toes, remarks:
  - Let's just say it's funny here!
  Gringeta giggled and replied:
  - So many problems, solved with a single gulp!
  And she also shot with the help of her bare toes. Here the girls are, of course, barefoot and in bikinis. So cool and temperamental.
  Here Malanya shoots in turn, using her bare toes, and squeals:
  - Glory to the British crown!
  Following her, Monica also fires - a very combative beauty. And also using her bare toes. And acting very temperamentally and aggressively. The girls here know a lot about war, and sex, and love for black warriors and prisoners.
  In fact, it is a great pleasure for an African to embrace and suck his chocolate, male perfection with the lips of a girl's mouth. And it is very cool to do something like that.
  The girls crush the Americans, and act with great desire and thirst for victory and destruction of the enemy. They are extremely aggressive individuals.
  And with their bare toes they aim the guns.
  So, by the end of July, Cuba is captured. And by the end of August, a third of America is already under the control of a coalition of anti-American states.
  Gerda expressed her opinion on this subject:
  - A boa constrictor is strangling a rabbit!
  It's already September 1948... The Germans are advancing towards Washington. Although it's still a long way off, Philadelphia is already surrounded. And it's being stormed.
  "Panther"-4 U shoots at houses, knocks out windows, and demolishes walls.
  Gerda notes with a chuckle:
  - We'll tear them to pieces.
  And with his bare toes he points the barrel...
  In October, the Germans took a number of more cities and approached Washington.
  Girls from the Red Army also fought.
  T-54 is made in America. This tank is still produced in small series, and the most produced for the war is SU-100. The battles are very intense.
  Elizabeth fired at the Americans with her bare toes and noted:
  - No matter how you look at it, we are winning!
  Elena also hit the Yankee with her bare toes and noted:
  - And we were born to win.
  The Americans have a new tank, the Patton, which is supposed to replace the Pershing. The vehicle's significant difference is the use of a more powerful 810-horsepower engine and an extended gun from the Super Pershing, which is still capable of penetrating the Soviet tank from the front.
  This vehicle, however, did not become thicker in armor. Only the angle of rational inclination increased.
  But this is not enough for protection. True, the Soviet T-34-85, which is still in production, will be stronger. And it penetrates such tanks from a distance.
  But the T-54 is superior to it.
  "Patton", I must say, is faster. But this one has just started to go into production.
  The main vehicles are still the Shermans. It is not possible to remove them, despite the fact that they are outdated. Since the production of vehicles will drop too much.
  By the end of November, the Germans had approached Washington and New York. The assault on these cities began.
  The Americans stubbornly refused to give up these key points of defense and gathered considerable forces. In general, the US soldiers fought well and bravely. The infantry was well trained and there was a lot of small arms.
  True, the Third Reich's aviation is much stronger. Here are two girls, Albina and Alvina, who exceeded the number of downed planes by two thousand and received a new unique award: the Diamond Star, the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds. This is a new type of award, established by the Fuhrer. For super girls!
  The battles are fought during the storming of Washington by elite SS units. They fight with great passion.
  Gerda, as always, is ahead of everyone and fights like a devil. And from her bare toes a deadly projectile is released. And it penetrates the American car.
  Gerda aggressively remarks, rock teeth:
  - Glory to Germany, glory!
  And again, with bare toes, he sends out a projectile of deadly force.
  And then Charlotte pressed with her scarlet nipple and hit the enemy quite accurately.
  And she squealed:
  - Glory to the Aryan Nietzsche!
  And she shook her copper-red hair. Such a dazzling girl.
  Christina also fired at the enemy, using her bare toes, and did it extremely accurately, hitting the exact target, and yelped:
  - For the ideas of the Aryan brotherhood.
  Then Magda, the terminator girl, started pounding. She crushed the enemies using the ruby nipples of her full breasts and squealed:
  - For ideas of great achievements!
  And the girls sang:
  - We are great missions,
  And the kings of great kings...
  The most beautiful in the universe,
  And rubies on the breasts!
  And the girls showed their tongues in unison. These are the fighting and famous thieves they are.
  Washington fell in early December. New York is a very large city and held out until the New Year.
  And he fell too...
  Here comes 1949. The US Army was being finished off... It is clear that this is already agony. And the capitulation of the remaining forces is not far off. And just on January 30, Truman announced the capitulation. And precisely on the anniversary of Hitler's rise to power. And so the USA fell...
  But the war, of course, is not over yet. Although there has been a temporary pause.
  Both sides needed to rest a little and lick their wounds.
  But Hitler thought Japan was too strong. And again he came to an agreement with Stalin. The war began on April 20, 1952.
  Stalin is still alive, but not quite well. Hitler wants power over the world.
  The Panther-5 appeared in the series as the main tank. It has a special pyramidal shape and a high-pressure gun. And it is not so heavy, only fifty tons, and two crew members. And the engine is a gas turbine with 2000 horsepower. That is, the tank literally flies. And its barrel is shorter, but the initial velocity of the projectile has even increased.
  This vehicle has highly resistant armor and is therefore effective against the Japanese.
  Girls Gerda and Charlotte fight in "Panther"-5 against the Japanese. And they act with great efficiency.
  Gerda, shooting at the enemy, aims the gun with her bare toes and sings:
  - He who is deprived of heart and soul!
  Charlotte also fired, using her bare toes, and yelped:
  - Don't count on sleep!
  And the girls laugh. The Third Reich attacks the samurai. And the USSR attacks China. The T-54 has already become a mass-produced tank and is widely used in various battles.
  The crew of the Elizaveta is currently on it. Japanese tanks are probably not very good. True, they have licensed "Panther"-3 with a very powerful gun, which is dangerous even for a Soviet vehicle, but their success is limited to this.
  Elizabeth shoots at the samurai with her bare toes and squeals:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Elena, firing, also picks up:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  And here she uses the scarlet nipple. Here is such a fighting queen. And very effective and really extremely aggressive.
  Ekaterina also shoots, using her bare toes. And she also roars:
  - For the greatness of the ideas of communism!
  This girl is a miracle.
  And Euphrasia also fires, using ruby nipples, and nodding her head, says:
  - For the Soviet system!
  And all the girls, having smashed another Japanese car, shout:
  - Don't get in the way!
  Why are they putting pressure on the Japanese?
  And here is the IS-7 tank moving. It is now being produced more en masse. The USSR was able to rebuild at a rapid pace and received Alaska as its possession. And that's great.
  Now there is a war, and everything is so interesting and fascinating in this world.
  Alenka, firing from a powerful IS-7 cannon and destroying the samurai's tank, chirps:
  - The future of the world belongs to communism!
  And he slaps his bare heel on the armor.
  Anyuta also shot at the samurai, using her bare toes, and squeaked:
  - For the ideas of a new communist world.
  Alla hit the enemy with her scarlet nipple. And said:
  - For a great dream and great beauty!
  And Maria shot, using her bare toes, and with extreme accuracy:
  - I have defeated the enemy!
  And in the end, Marusya will give a smash that will knock off half the Japanese heads. Or rather, their towers. And of course, her ruby nipple is in use.
  The girls worked hard and shot heartily. And now they have colossal accounts and chests full of awards.
  Pilots Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova have already collected more than two hundred downed aircraft each. And for this they already have eight gold hero stars. There is such a rule: for twenty-five downed aircraft: a gold star is given.
  Anastasia shoots down a Japanese plane using her bare toes and squeals:
  - For communism, communism, communism!
  Akulina also knocks down a Japanese car using her bare toes and chirps:
  - Fascism will be smashed to pieces!
  These are such beautiful girls, pilots.
  But there are even cooler beauties. Albina and Alvina. They have already shot down more than three thousand planes. And received another award for this: the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  These are the kind of girls they are and they fight so well.
  Albina knocks down another car with the help of a scarlet nipple and squeals:
  - Glory to the times when Friedrich Nietzsche will win!
  Alvina cuts off the next car with her ruby nipple and squeals:
  - And this era will come, I believe!
  Oleg Rybachenko is also fighting the Japanese.
  The boy-terminator chops them with swords and throws tiny peas with his bare toes.
  And when necessary, it whistles, piercing the heads of samurai and their tanks with the help of fainting crows.
  Margarita does the same. And her bare feet throw antimatter grenades...
  Oleg Rybachenko, crushing Russia"s enemies with great enthusiasm, began to sing, composing literally on the fly;
  The Soviet country is glorified,
  And its vast expanses, rivers, mountains...
  She was born with valor,
  And let's leave just talking!
  
  I am a Russian pioneer boy,
  So ready to fight for the Fatherland...
  I will show an example to all people,
  After all, we have always known how to fight!
  
  Pioneers, glorious sons,
  Under the protection of the Motherland-Russia...
  Though the hordes of Satan rage,
  We humbly asked, gentlemen!
  
  She is the happiest,
  Our boundless Russia...
  Even though the horde is rushing towards the earth, making noise,
  Our Svarog is a great messiah!
  
  We will be able to hold the universe,
  Don't bring the Russians to their knees...
  You pass your exams with flying colors,
  Stalin and the great Lenin are with us!
  
  Our glorious country will be,
  Very soon we will be living under communism...
  You are forever known by your birth,
  And we will be under the yoke of fascism!
  
  As apple trees bloom in the Fatherland,
  And they spread out a blanket of aspen...
  Hitler will soon be kaput,
  And the planet will be just paradise!
  
  I want to serve the Fatherland,
  Know our boundless Russia...
  The hunter will turn into the game,
  And the girls will become happier!
  
  Running barefoot in the frost,
  These clear-eyed girls...
  They'll hit the fascists with their fists,
  And they fire from a machine gun!
  
  Our Russian faith lives on,
  Bright Russia without borders...
  Our Lord Almighty know the Family,
  White God is the great messiah!
  
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  I honor Lada and Svarog...
  They won't steal the Russians for a ruble,
  Will be under the protection of the Light of God!
  
  No, I am a pioneer, not an atheist,
  Although I prefer the Russian Gods...
  Only up and not a second down,
  For the sake of our mother Russia!
  
  What I can conquer by playing,
  The eternity of Rus''s veil shines...
  Yes, Moscow is of course the third Rome,
  The evil Cain will be destroyed!
  
  Outwardly we are all soldiers of Christ,
  And let us bow down to Svarog on Earth...
  Jesus is our Father's copy,
  We all promise honestly to the Family!
  
  I don't want to die guys,
  We will make the country richer, believe me...
  Even if an evil thief attacks us,
  We'll be able to give him some punches back!
  
  Beautiful warriors of Rus',
  That country that rules the universe...
  We say - Almighty save us,
  Let the work be creative!
  
  It happens that the war ends,
  The human race will rise again in greatness...
  Satan will be destroyed,
  We will go forward with a mighty song!
  The Third Reich continued to attack Japan... Considerable successes were achieved in the battles.
  And the Red Army also attacks the samurai. Here the Soviet troops are approaching Port Arthur. Alenka's crew is fighting on the IS-7. The girls in it are very beautiful, in bikinis and barefoot. So frankly, so appetizing, just lovely.
  Alenka fires a 130mm cannon, penetrating the Japanese vehicle, and squeals:
  - Glory to the era of real communism!
  Anyuta also fires a shot with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For our Stalin!
  Alla followed her with a shot using her bare feet and squeaked:
  - For outstanding achievements!
  Then Maria fired, pressing the button with her scarlet nipple and barked:
  - For the greatness of the era!
  And at the end, Marusya also fired a projectile, in this case using the ruby nipples of her lush breasts for shooting.
  The girl remembered how, in captivity, the Germans stripped her down to her underwear and, laughing, pinched her, saying:
  - What breasts! These are simply milking udders like those of the best buffalo!
  And it's really, really cool. Especially in just your underwear, when you're being chased through the snow, and you leave behind graceful, barefoot footprints on the snowdrifts.
  But now the USSR, together with the Third Reich, is crushing the samurai troops. And this, of course, is much more pleasant than defending against superior enemy forces.
  And here are the German crews on the "Panther"-5. Gerda and Charlotte on a two-seater machine weighing fifty tons, but with a gas turbine engine of 2000 horsepower. The speed of such a tank reaches one hundred kilometers per hour. And this is a very formidable machine.
  Gerda shoots at the Japanese... The Germans have almost driven the samurai out of the USA, and are now clearing Mexico of them.
  The Panther-5 is a pyramid-shaped vehicle, and is very mobile and protected from all angles.
  Gerda uses her bare toes to fire a shot. She knocks down a Japanese tank and squeals:
  - My ideas are very cool!
  Next, Charlotte takes turns firing, using her bare toes, and squeals:
  - The best troops in the world!
  And the girl also squeals.
  But Christina and Magda also fight on the Panther-5, a supertank with a high-pressure gun and a pyramidal shape.
  Christina shoots this time by pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple and hitting the enemy, roaring:
  - Even Goebbels didn"t shout about this!
  Magda fired with the ruby nipple. She pierced the enemy and squealed:
  - For the beautiful souls of breakthrough!
  Christina shot again with her bare toes and muttered:
  - You know, I'm starting to believe in God!
  Magda slashed at her opponent, hitting him with lethal force and using her bare, round heel, and asked:
  - And how can we believe this?
  Christina shot the Japanese man with her scarlet nipple and replied:
  - The Almighty God leads Germany from victory to victory!
  Magda also hit the enemy with her ruby nipple and squealed:
  - To new cosmic heights!
  The girls are generally in solidarity - everything is heading towards Aryan-type communism. And how the Japanese are being thrashed.
  And in the sky, Soviet pilots are fighting: Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova.
  Anastasia, using her bare toes, shoots down another Japanese plane and squeals:
  - The ideas of communism are alive!
  Akulina shot down the next Japanese plane with her bare toes and chirped:
  - And our glory will be great!
  After which Anastasia turned the car around again and shot down another Japanese plane with the help of her scarlet breast nipple, and with a very satisfied look cooed:
  - And the glory of communism is great!
  Following her, Akulina hit the Japanese plane with her ruby nipple and noted with a victorious look:
  - And the glory of the higher powers is immeasurable!
  The girls here are such wonderful warriors from the USSR army.
  The war began on April 20, 1952, Hitler's birthday. After a series of successes, the Germans had driven the Japanese out of the United States and Burma in three months, and were advancing east from India and west from America. The fighting was intense.
  So far, the Japanese have been losing to the Third Reich and its coalition, as well as to the USSR. And that's serious.
  The Pacific Fleet also fought against Japan. It had a destroyer with a crew made up entirely of girls. How beautiful the girls were, almost completely naked, barefoot, and in striped bikinis and sailor suits. Such wonderful beauties.
  And they flash their bare, round heels during the battle. Fighting warriors, and very mischievous. And nimble like bunnies.
  And here Valentina commands them. And the girl is also almost naked, only a narrow strip of striped fabric on her chest, and thin panties. And she herself stomps with bare feet.
  And as the girls hit the Japanese with a shell of deadly force, their destroyer will split apart.
  Valentina sings, full of light and enthusiasm:
   Spartacus raised slaves to feats,
  To throw off the yoke of hated princes...
  He turned the unfortunate into a swarm of eagles -
  The call is simple - expand your dreams!
  
  Draw the sword, having won it by struggle,
  And mercilessly chop down evil enemies...
  You, fighter, open the way to happiness quickly,
  The deceased will live forever in granite!
  
  We'll get the moon from the sky, no need,
  We will open the vastness of Mars like a gate,
  And even if you believe in Venus, I will come...
  The entire Milky Way will go under the hero's sword!
  
  There are stars in the sky and the eyes of girls -
  They sparkle like sapphires and rubies...
  And my wild thoughts fly -
  When our ancestor beat Mamai's side!
  
  Chelubey cried out in the mortal battle:
  That Rus' will perish under the hoof of the whirlwind...
  Odd is the cry of the madman - kill them all:
  That the laughter and sonorous songs have died down!
  
  Peresvet's answer was loud,
  A spear strike and the enemy is in a nightmarish hell...
  The dungeon will not wait for the warrior -
  We will win, believe in it, people!
  
  Fate is treacherous - there are days in the clouds,
  Not every time there is luck and trophies...
  And our cities are on fire, on fire,
  It seems we were also behind in the battle!
  
  But the Russian place in triumph is known,
  Our ancestor Caesar, the formidable Macedonian...
  The planet will soon turn into paradise,
  Poshekhonsky cheese with tea is very tasty!
  Yes, the fighting women here are of the highest Komsomol standard.
  Such girls are the pride of almost any army. And they crush the Japanese with wild frenzy.
  It's good when there are many girls in the army, it's so beautiful. And their breasts and legs, and the slabs of their abs. And the girls' skin is so smooth, tanned. It's the highest taste and aroma. Not girls, but dream constellations.
  And in the sky, Albina and Alvina are fighting. These cool warriors are real aces of flying skills.
  Albina controls the plane, presses the joystick buttons with her scarlet nipples, and squeaks:
  - Glory, glory, glory! Our great power!
  Alvina also roars, and presses the joystick buttons with her ruby nipples and roars:
  - We will thrash all our enemies!
  And winks at his downed enemies.
  The girls tortured a Japanese boy in particular. Such a cute, tanned one. They fried his heels. Then they started sticking needles with paper into his body and setting them on fire. Then they brought a torch under his armpits. They broke the toes on the children's feet.
  The sadistic girls did a great job, torturing the boy to death. And after that they laughed and guffawed for a long time.
  And Eva and Gertrude also tortured, this time the Japanese woman. They roasted her over a slow fire. They started from the heels, and up to the head, roasted her alive.
  And now these girls are on a flying saucer. And they shoot down their opponents with a laminar jet and heat rays.
  Eva presses the joystick buttons with her bare toes and fires a dozen planes at once. Then she roars:
  - The idea of revanchism is celebrated!
  Gertrude corrects her, also sending a heat ray with her bare feet and burning the samurai:
  - We've already taken our revenge! Now new frontiers await us!
  Eva uses her scarlet nipple to press the joystick button and sends a murderous eruption across the Japanese planes and squeaks:
  - For my mountains!
  Gertrude also struck the enemy with her ruby nipple, and threw out a colossal force at the enemy and screamed:
  - For outstanding achievements!
  And this time it hit a land target.
  Japan has a lot of planes, but they are mostly cheap, propeller driven and outdated. So they can't stand up to the German and Soviet ones.
  Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are racking up their MIG-15 scores. And they're doing it effectively. These girls have each exceeded the figure of two hundred and fifty downed aircraft, and have each received their tenth Hero of the Soviet Union star for it.
  Anastasia Vedmakova even roared:
  - I am the embodiment of excitement!
  And with her bare toes she aimed the aircraft cannon and cut down the samurai.
  Akulina Orlova howled:
  - And I'm even cooler!
  And she shot down three Japanese planes with a burst. And look at those cool MiGs the warriors have.
  They fry the enemy so much, and they thrash him so much. You can't stand up to such power.
  Anastasia Vedmakova pressed the button with her scarlet nipple, shooting down four enemy planes with one burst, and cooed:
  - I'm a fighting girl!
  Akulina Orlova, with her ruby nipple, activated the trigger mechanism, cut down the enemy and squealed:
  - And I must admit I'm a cooler girl!
  And she winked at her partner! That's what they are, I must say, the rich girls.
  Of course they love men. Especially black men. And it is understandable, they have much greater perfections than white men. And women value this more than anything else.
  Especially Russian, hot and temperamental women, who never have enough sex.
  Anastasia shot down another Japanese plane with a tap of her bare heel and cooed:
  - This is every girl's dream!
  Akulina cut off the Japanese guy with her belly button, and the girl's abs are sculpted and she muttered:
  - Yes, the greatest of dreams!
  And she imagined the large perfection of the black warrior, and licked her lips at how pleasant this chocolate tasted.
  These girls are just super!
  In August, the Germans and Soviet troops were able to finally defeat the Japanese on the American continent. Here, the Germans have all the trump cards, just like the USSR. And Japan has problems with supplies. More stubborn battles are taking place in Asia. There, some local forces are also helping the samurai.
  And the Germans have to fight the Chinese Red Army as well. And that is also a big problem.
  But nothing can overcome the enemy's stubborn resistance.
  Jane Armstrong and Gertrude fight in the Panther against the Chinese.
  They crush them with machine guns, and pound the soldiers of the Celestial Empire with shrapnel shells. And they squeal to themselves:
  - Britain rules the seas!
  Jane pressed the joystick button with her bare toes, sending a lethal projectile of needles and cooed:
  - Beyond the combat lines!
  Gertrude also tapped the joystick button with her bare toes and cooed:
  - And they say something else!
  And now the girls have taken on these Chinese in earnest. And they are crushing them without any mercy.
  Jane pressed her scarlet nipple on the joystick button, spat out a projectile of deadly force and yelped:
  - Know that big changes are ahead!
  Gertrude also pressed her naked breast with a ruby nipple on the joystick button and yelped:
  - It will be the coolest!
  The girls passed the Chinese with all the speed of a jack.
  The fighting continued and the coalition's pressure grew.
  In September, Singapore fell. And the Germans advanced towards the continent.
  Soviet troops, which are closer to Japan, even tried to land in the metropolis. But the samurai are still very strong at sea. Although the Third Reich has a formidable trump card up its sleeve: nuclear submarines.
  But Japan has not yet been finished off, and is clinging to many of its islands.
  Elizaveta almost died when Japanese vehicles rushed at their T-54 tank. Some of them are armed with an 88-millimeter cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL, and can penetrate a Soviet tank even in the front. And very dangerous, it must be admitted.
  Elizabeth sent the projectile into the Japanese machine with her bare toes and cooed:
  - I am a girl with the gaze of a she-wolf!
  Elena also sent a projectile at the enemy, pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple and cooed:
  - I am a great shrew!
  And the girl with cool manners laughed.
  Ekaterina took it and with her strawberry nipple took it and pressed the trigger and chirped:
  - And I'm a member of the Komsomol!
  Efrasinya kicked the enemy with her bare heel. She crushed a Japanese tank and squealed:
  - And I am a great fighter girl!
  The warriors are very tough fighters. Extreme level of combativeness.
  The girls eventually lost the tank and the Soviet landing force was thrown into the sea.
  But at the end of October, when the Germans had already landed in the Philippines and noticeably reduced the Japanese fleet, Soviet troops landed again on one of the islands.
  Elizabeth was once again fighting at the forefront of an enemy, aggressive attack.
  The girls have a different T-54. This tank has become the main Soviet one, other vehicles are produced in very small series. The SU-100, however, has not yet been taken out of production. This self-propelled gun still fights. And the T-34-85, was taken out of serial production only a year ago. So this vehicle still fights and battles.
  Although, of course, the level of protection is not very good. However, the tug of war continues. And the Germans are also pressing. Gerda is fighting in the Philippines. Her tank "Panther"-5 is very good. Especially its pyramidal shape, which provides it with excellent protection from all angles.
  Gerda fought and launched projectiles with her bare toes and sang:
  - The highest form of communism! This is our cool Nazism!
  And Charlotte, shooting with her bare toes, cooed, baring her teeth:
  - We can, we are all girls! This is a free life!
  These are such beauties, just the magnificence of a dream.
  And now the Japanese give in. They kneel before the girls and kiss their bare, rough, slightly dusty and oil-scented soles of their feet.
  The girls are very happy with this. And their bare, round heels are showered with kisses.
  In November, the Philippines were cleared of Japanese presence and everything became more peaceful and calm.
  Christina and Magda also fought there and destroyed the samurai.
  The girls used not only their bare feet, but also their scarlet nipples.
  Christina fired, used the ruby nipple against the samurai and yelped:
  - My top class!
  Magda also hit, using her breasts with strawberry nipples and roared:
  - The most outstanding aerobatics!
  These are the witch girls here. They can do everything and they know it.
  In December, Soviet troops, together with the Germans, completed the defeat of the Japanese in China.
  Alenka and her team are fighting on the IS-7.
  The girl used her bare toes to send a projectile into a Japanese car and pierced it.
  The enemy won't hit the IS-7 head-on, but he can hit it from the side. So you have to be careful here.
  Anyuta pressed the button with the scarlet nipple of her breast. She sent a shell at the enemy, shattered the turret and yelped:
  - You'll get an uppercut!
  Alla also fired at the Japanese with a cannon, and using her bare toes, she squealed:
  - And a serious knockout!
  Maria hit the Japanese using her strawberry nipple, squealing and saying:
  - This is a very cool battle!
  And then Marusya fired, also using a ruby-colored nipple. And it turned out great.
  Soviet troops tried to advance into Japan. There they overcame stubborn resistance.
  The girls fought with the wild squeal of panthers. The T-54 tank shook from the hits, but continued to advance.
  Elena was burning with her bare toes and roaring:
  - Future communism is,
  When the end of the world does not happen!
  The Germans were completing the capture of islands in the Pacific Ocean.
  The year 1953 arrived...
  German girls Albina and Alvina each scored a total of more than four thousand aircraft. And received new awards: the Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  Yes, a generous reward awaited the girls. And they are warriors of the highest class.
  Albina, using the toes of her bare feet, cut down five Japanese vehicles with one burst on her ME-562 and chirped:
  - Glory to our holy land!
  Alvina, using the bare toes of her graceful feet, cut down six Japanese helicopters with one burst on her TA-483 machine and squeaked:
  - And we are all like one family!
  The warriors turned out to be so proud and unquestionable in their colossal authority.
  These are the kind of pies that warriors baked from all the ovens. And Japan was losing the war.
  By the end of January, the Soviet troops had completed the capture of Hokkaido. The samurai fought very bravely. And the local militias too.
  Having finished defeating the samurai in China, Alenka's crew fights the Japanese in Taiwan. Here the IS-7 sometimes gets stuck, but does not give up.
  But against it comes the licensed, recently released "Tiger"-4. This monster will have more powerful guns, and frontal armor of three hundred millimeters with a weight of one hundred tons.
  These tanks have different weight categories.
  But the girls are not embarrassed. Without further ado, they approach the enemy. And they dodge the shots. The Japanese monster cannot be penetrated head-on. And it has an advantage over the IS-7 in butting. But the Soviet tank is stronger in terms of running characteristics. And the young warriors want to take advantage of this.
  Alenka squeals, aiming the gun with her bare feet:
  - We will grind the enemy into dust!
  And the nimble Marusya deftly dodges the tank from a projectile fired by the enemy's long-barreled gun. The girls act aggressively and at the same time prudently.
  Here Anyuta presses the button with her scarlet nipple. And a lethal shell hits the Japanese vehicle in the side, where the armor is weaker.
  The warriors are obviously extremely pleased. And they fight with such quirks.
  Here it is already February. Soviet troops are trying to attack the main Japanese island, where the capital is in Tokyo. And they run into tough samurai blocks. And such fierce battles are taking place here...
  Elizabeth takes damage in her tank and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Don't retreat and don't give up!
  The Japanese have mastered the production of the Tiger-4, and this vehicle is very unpleasant for Soviet tanks.
  Although the T-54 can penetrate its 200mm armor with a sub-caliber projectile in the side.
  A Soviet car, as if in a raging storm.
  But Elena presses the joystick button with her scarlet nipple and effectively punches the enemy.
  After which he roars:
  - Glory to the land of communism!
  And how after that the girl will laugh and show her teeth. And wink at her friends.
  Yes, these are girls who don"t even care about the Tiger-4.
  And here is the German Tiger 5 in battle. It is commanded by Margaret and Frieda.
  Also two-seater and pyramidal. Only the gun caliber is more than 128 mm, and the armor is even thicker, and the engine is 3000 horsepower, gas turbine. Only the tank weighs not fifty tons, but seventy-five.
  But the car is fast, like the Panther-5, only bigger.
  But no less agile.
  Margaret uses her bare toes to press the joystick button, knocks down a Japanese tank and squeals:
  - We are super warriors!
  And he sticks out his tongue!
  Then Frida shoots. She also sends a projectile with her bare heel, very accurately, and squeals at the top of her lungs:
  - I'm superman!
  So the girls are on top here... And German and Soviet troops are moving towards Tokyo.
  On March 5, 1953, Stalin died, not quite living to see the complete victory over Japan. Beria, who was the first deputy of the State Defense Committee, became his successor, and Molotov was already in disgrace. This is more or less clear to everyone. Zhukov does not dispute this, and Beria becomes the supreme commander-in-chief.
  Japan had already lost all of its overseas possessions by this time and was desperately trying to hold on to its capital.
  Hitler rubs his hands with satisfaction; it seems to him that the last serious force on the Third Reich"s path to world domination is about to fall.
  And what about the USSR? It can be ignored.
  However, if the Fuhrer had seen how selflessly the girls from Russia were fighting, his mood would have become much more minor.
  Especially when Elena sends a projectile by pressing a button with her scarlet nipple.
  But now it is April 1953. A year has passed since the beginning of the war with Japan, and the Soviet and German troops begin to storm a huge city: Tokyo.
  The capital of Japan is located in the mountains, and it is not easy to take it. Moreover, the samurai are ready to fight to the end, it seems.
  Gerda in the Panther-5 shoots the samurai and, aggressively flexing her muscles, squeaks:
  - Our greatness lies in not having soup with a cat!
  And how he fires the cannon again, pressing the button with his scarlet nipple.
  Here comes Charlotte, she takes and shoots accurately and precisely. She hits the enemy and squeals:
  - For a new Aryan order!
  And the girls shoot using their bare toes.
  Gerda, firing at the enemy, noted:
  - We are all skinheads, fans of freedom - fighting for a new order!
  And the girl will press again with her bare toes on her chiseled feet.
  And winks at his partner.
  She also fired back, using a strawberry nipple, and squeaked:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland!
  And the girls screamed:
  - Our Motherland!
  And let's fight desperately again.
  Tokyo is being squeezed into a ring. Tighter and tighter.
  Albina and Alvina are fighting in the sky. The girls are so brave and heroic. They fight with frantic fury in the sky.
  Albina pressed the button with her scarlet nipple and knocked down her opponent with a well-aimed shot. After which she squealed:
  - What a vocal! A fatal blow!
  Alvina also fired, as if with a strawberry nipple, hitting the enemy and aggressively saying:
  - The future will always shine like a bright star for us!
  Warriors, I must say, of amazing strength and beauty. And if they hit, they hit...
  They want to catch up to five thousand planes and get another super star. But it is extremely difficult to achieve and time is running out.
  On April 30, the coalition forces began storming the Imperial Palace. It is a huge building, full of elite guardsmen who fight like fanatics.
  Among them are four female ninjas.
  They fight bravely, covering the approach to the emperor.
  The girl with blue hair swings her swords and squeals:
  - For the greatness of honor and the Motherland!
  And with his bare toes he throws a pea of death.
  The girl with yellow hair performs the butterfly technique, cuts down opponents, and throws a needle from her scarlet nipple that pierces Soviet soldiers.
  After which he roars:
  - This is the greatness of the ninja!
  A girl with red hair, performs a cuttlefish move, and with her bare toes, throws a boomerang, knocking off the heads of a dozen Russian soldiers and roars:
  - For the greatness of the empire!
  The girl with white hair also aggressively performs the helicopter technique, and then charges an electric discharge from her ruby nipple, killing a lot of opponents. After which she roars:
  - For our victories in the great battle!
  The girls are, of course, brave and not so simple, even though their chiseled, tanned legs are completely barefoot.
  In short, after killing several thousand Soviet soldiers, these girls surrendered to the Germans.
  Gerda made the girls kiss the blonde's bare soles of their feet, which they did with great enthusiasm.
  After which the German woman said:
  - In war, as in war,
  Girls scratch their heels in their sleep!
  Albina and Alvina tried their best to finish off the Japanese in the air and catch up to five thousand. They did not get out of the planes and fell off their feet.
  On May 2, 1953, the Tokyo garrison capitulated. And seven days later, on May 9, 1953, the remnants of the Japanese army capitulated. That seemed to be the end of the war.
  On May 11, the last major battle at sea took place, when a detachment of Japanese aircraft carriers tried to fight back. And so Albina and Alvina finally managed to get their tally up to five thousand aircraft each.
  And they received awards: the Great Diamond Star of the Knight's Cross, the Iron Cross, with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  For a while, the Germans conquered and swallowed up the remaining satellite countries. The USSR was still ruled by Beria, who tried to pursue a balanced and cautious policy so as not to provoke Hitler.
  Beria was able to strengthen his power. Hitler allowed the USSR to take the Kuril Ridge and Port Arthur. The Germans also moved the border a little from the capital of the USSR, Moscow. Only fifty kilometers, true, but that was nice, in exchange for Chinese, Japanese and Korean lands recaptured by the Red Army.
  In addition, a corridor to Leningrad was broken through by land. The Germans also agreed to return Arkhangelsk.
  True, they left the rest of the world for themselves. And they continued to carry out occupation after occupation of other territories.
  But then came 1958...
  Hitler decided that it was time to complete the consolidation of the world. And the great invasion of the USSR began on April 20. And a year before that, on April 20, 1957, the Germans flew to the Moon.
  Yes, now the Fuhrer has decided to put an end to Beria's regime. And finally swallow the USSR and the whole world along with it.
  And so the hordes of the Wehrmacht invaded the territory of Soviet Russia.
  The forces were, frankly speaking, very unequal. The Third Reich had the whole world under arms.
  And what does Beria have? Much less population and resources. Clearly, the fight ahead will be unequal.
  However, there are also witch girls and Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova. They are ready to fight like real lions. Here again is a special day, May 9, 1958. The enemy has broken through the defense of the USSR, and is moving, swallowing it like a python.
  And the Nazis are already flowing around Moscow from different sides.
  Then Oleg and the girls entered the battle again, helping Russia, or rather the USSR.
  Here they were joined by another barefoot girl, Margarita. Also an adult woman writer, she became a girl of about twelve in exchange for immortality and is fulfilling a mission.
  Warriors from the twenty-first century once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy's bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And what in the eyes, what in the throat of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, cutting down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet are just flashing. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here is Natasha on the offensive. She chops down the Nazis along with the tanks, and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a tube. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - to shoot down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Augustina, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and cuts the Nazis. With her bare feet she throws gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a mass of Nazis in a jump.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive. She cuts down all enemies in a row. Her swords are sharper than the blades of a mill. And her bare toes throw gifts of death, tanks and planes burn.
  The girl is on a wild attack. She exterminates brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall down dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeals:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Hitler's corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly out from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel a dozen needles fly. Which stick straight into the throats of the Nazis.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are carried in both hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so much that is deadly. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg's offensive is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a stormy girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  Here she threw a pea with explosives with her bare foot. It will explode and immediately throw a hundred Nazis and ten tanks into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will run a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Now Natasha has sped up her movements. The girl is cutting down the brown warriors. And she is screaming:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to cut meat and metal salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats, mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes, lie around.
  Augustina is a crazy girl. And she destroys everyone as if she were a hyperplasma robot.
  She has already destroyed more than one hundred Nazis. But the tempo is still increasing. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks were torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustina sang:
  - You won't dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give a single gram of respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And the mass of brown fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild. They started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in the fight. And he advances, waving both swords. And the little terminator runs a mill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy-writer remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be a ton of money!
  And the boy-terminator in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and the Adidas company!
  It was a really cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed. And the greatest number of the greatest of the brown fighters were killed.
  Margarita is also in battle. She crushes the cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - Large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that you're the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks and even planes.
  And Natasha is an authority. She beats her opponents and doesn't give anyone a break.
  How many Nazis have you already killed?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with her swords.
  Zoya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis. These girls are real beauties.
  Augustina attacks and crushes her opponents. And at the same time she doesn"t forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana on the move. Here she has split a lot of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior who bares her teeth.
  Shows his tongue. And then spits from a straw. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He is already quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and damaging needles flew from his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe there will be a dawn of freedom!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior throws a pea with her bare toes, and immediately a thousand Nazis fly into the air. And the army of the brown, hellish empire melts right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Blows up enemies. And so many Nazis die and planes fall.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya is in wild motion. She attacks the Nazis. She cuts them into small pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents and howls:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she runs a wild mill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  But Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all nightmares.
  And if it turns on, then it means it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I will crack open all skulls! I am a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through meat and metal.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no brakes. Once she chops, a mass of corpses is piled up, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And then a lethal pea flies from her.
  Oleg will again cut down a hundred Nazis, carrying them like a meteor. And he will also take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha is even more furious in her attack. She's thrashing the Nazis like that. They can't really stand up to girls like that.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Running on the spot is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here the mill was carried out. The mass of heads of the brown army rolled back and the tanks were burning.
  She's a fighting beauty. To beat such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the scissors of death.
  The girl is simply lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins, they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws what kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl of girls.
  And from her bare legs, as if a blade would fly. And it would strike a mass of fighters, cutting off the turrets from the tanks.
  Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. Like a proletarian flag fluttering. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast!
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The head will be like a bull's - the fighters won't come to their senses!
  And here she is again, crushing a mass of fighters.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what we need! This is a girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustina readily agreed:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch the murderous one.
  Svetlana is not inferior to her opponents in battle. Not a girl, but to finish with such a witch in flames.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustina, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank's turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya squealed, throwing needles with her bare, tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a bunch of lies!
  Natasha, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do with him for a penny!
  And the warriors will jump up. They are so bloody and cool. In general, they are full of excitement.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  Margarita sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter propeller. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both the Nazis and the tanks, and squeaked:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha sang on the offensive:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp disk-boomerang. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew. And they struck a lot of fighters and planes.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Augustina, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled:
  - Forward the imperial flag!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the disk flies from the bare feet of the warriors. Meat is torn and tank turrets are demolished.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air. She tore apart her opponents and winged vultures, and said:
  - We are she-wolves, roasting the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very deadly disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, it's early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Natasha again chopped down the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks.
  Zoya is a very fast babe. She threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And tore a couple thousand apart with one explosion.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina is not weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like that. As if she were beating them out of a sheaf with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, there will be some benefit,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle like a jack-in-the-box.
  And here's how Svetlana fights. And the Nazis get it from her.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Svetlana harshly remarked as her bare foot sent splashes of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much so!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They are hacking and slicing them. Not warriors, but real panthers, unleashed.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He beats them without mercy, cuts through tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha took it and howled, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a thing that circles spread in all directions. This girl is pure extermination of opponents.
  The girl will take and launch three boomerangs with her bare toes. And there will be even more corpses from this.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no mercy! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Augustina also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl went barefoot and walked through the bloody puddles. And killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he hits the Hitlerite general with his head. He breaks his skull and says:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana is very furious in the attack, especially when knocking down tanks, she squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off from her bare toes. As she pierces everyone, the planes fall. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is on a wild attack again. No, power is simply seething in him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Margarita is on the move. She will rip everyone's bellies open.
  The girl will throw out fifty needles at once with her foot. And a lot of different enemies are killed, tanks and planes are shot down.
  Margarita sang in a cheerful tone:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  This is such an aggressive company. The girl will hit and shout:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha is just some kind of terminator in battle. And she gurgled with a roar:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it blew apart the mass of mastodons and winged, hellish machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce babe.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And Augustina roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of treachery and meanness. For enemies, of course. But for friends, she is a sweetheart.
  And as with bare toes he will take and throw. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with a very high combat potential. No, it's better not to get under such a one. How she tears off the turrets of tanks and the wings of fascist planes.
  Augustine hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl is not exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Augustina confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes exploded into small shavings at once.
  Oleg sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the brown warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It cut off both the turrets of tanks and the tails of airplanes.
  Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis then... And Soviet Russia defeated the brown empire during the storming of Moscow.
  The war was not over yet, but the USSR already had a chance to defeat the Nazis themselves. So the six had to interrupt their super and cool mission again.
  
  
  
  FOR ALASKA AND FOR Rus'
  After Poland and Lithuania joined Russia in 1510, a period of peace began. But in 1515, the Russian army began a campaign against Livonia to annex the lands belonging to the Order and finally strengthen the Baltics.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Magnitnaya took part in the storming of Riga.
  Russia had a huge army with a lot of guns. And it was shelling the city intensively. The boy and the girl, without waiting for the shelling to end, rushed to storm it.
  Oleg Rybachenko slashed with his swords, cut a clearing in the ranks of the Livonians and roared:
  - Glory to tsarism!
  After which the boy threw a deadly sawdust grenade with his bare toes. And how he tore his opponents apart.
  Margarita also threw a murderous gift of annihilation with her bare foot, and tore the knights apart. After which she cooed:
  - Glory to communism and the era of tsarism!
  Immortal children who, having lived many years, still looked twelve, fought stubbornly and furiously. And chopped up the Livonians as if they were cabbage with axes.
  But here the Russian army with cannons turned out to be much stronger, and quickly conquered Riga.
  Natasha barely managed to get to the battle, she had just released lightning from her scarlet nipples, when the Livonian garrison in Riga surrendered. Augustina, the red-haired bitch, barely managed to throw a gift of death with her bare toes, and the Livonians had already sagged.
  Vasily III's Russia has lands almost to the Urals, and all of the Volga region, and Lithuania and Poland. And a lot of population, and territory. So Livonia is not their rival.
  Except that she has as many as one hundred and fifty fortresses. And it takes time to capture all of them.
  Dorpat and Narva were taken without the time travelers. Only during the storming of Reval did the six help the Russian troops.
  And then, as always, six warriors chopped with swords, threw lethal gifts of death with their bare feet, and lightning bolts were sent from the girl"s scarlet nipples.
  Many cities in Livonia surrendered without a fight. That was the kind of local resistance that existed.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted to Margarita when they were running across this land:
  - Our victories are becoming monotonous.
  The girl answered with a laugh:
  - Just go ahead and smash! It's really getting boring!
  Oleg Rybachenko said dreamily:
  - I wish we could go to space!
  And he chopped the mill with his swords, cutting three knights at once. It was clear that the war was going on here in such a way that the Russians were coping quite well without them. The Tsarist Empire had passed the dangerous point and had gained great strength. And the Russians together with the Poles together represented such power that they could not be defeated so easily. Especially since Europe was still fragmented, and only Spain and Portugal had serious colonies.
  Oleg Rybachenko was chopping at a fast pace. Russia conquered Livonia in six months and then there was a pause again.
  The immortal children have moved on to another mission.
  The sale of Alaska did not take place. Of course, there was a logic to it. Tsar Alexander II, having looked at how much land they wanted to sell, whistled:
  - That's five countries like Poland! Isn't that too much?
  And he declared that he wouldn't give up such a big piece for a penny! But he would defend it!
  What is reasonable... Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova took part in the construction of a Russian fort in southern Alaska. And then in the battle.
   Of course, Oleg Rybachenko, as a faithful servant of the Russian gods, was sent to this fort on Russian territory, with him the barefoot girl Margarita. Together with her, the boy was supposed to take part in the battles to hold onto Russian territory.
  Barefoot and in shorts, the boy and the girl attacked the English battery, which was located on a dominant height above the fort. Oleg already had considerable experience in carrying out various missions of the almighty Russian gods in different universes. Yes, such is the fate of this boy genius. Being an adult writer, he wanted to become immortal.
  And the Russian Gods-Demiurges made him immortal, but turned him into a boy-terminator who serves them and the people of Mother Russia. This suits the eternal boy just fine.
  He clamps the mouth of one English guard and cuts his throat. It is not the first time and not the first mission that he does this. From the very beginning, thanks to his childish body, the eternal boy perceived all this as a game, and therefore did not experience remorse or any discomfort in his soul.
  It became so natural for him that the boy was only happy about his next success.
  As well as the terminator girl Margarita.
  Here he simply tore off another sentry's head. Know our English: Alaska was and will be Russian!
  Oleg Rybachenko - this brilliant and most prolific writer in the CIS has long been outraged that Alaska was sold for pennies! But Tsar Alexander II in this universe is not like that! No, this monarch will not give up an inch of Russian land!
  Glory to Russia and the Russian tsars!
  The boy-terminator hit another Englishman in the back of the head with his bare heel. Broke his neck. Then he sang:
  - Alaska will be ours forever,
  Where the Russian flag is, the sun shines!
  May the great dream come true,
  And the girls' voices are very clear!
  Yes, it would be good if the legendary four witch girls, beautiful as the stars, could help now. They would be a great help. But okay, fight alone for now.
  Now you light smokeless powder and nitroglycerin. Now the entire English battery will blow up.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - There is no more beautiful Motherland than Russia,
  Fight for her and don't be afraid...
  There is no happier country in the universe,
  Rus', the torch of light for the whole universe!
  The battery exploded: like the eruption of a colossal volcano. Several hundred Englishmen were thrown up at once and torn into small pieces.
  After which the boy, waving two sabres, began to chop up the English. At the same time, the young boy-terminator began to scream in English.
  - The Scots have risen! They want to tear the queen apart!
  Then something started... Shooting started between ethnic Englishmen and Scots. Yes, such a wild and savage shootout.
  And the chopping began as well. The Scots and the English clashed with each other.
  Several thousand soldiers besieging the fort now fought with the greatest frenzy.
  Oleg Rybachenko shouted:
  - They cut and kill! Shoot those!
  Margarita Korshunova also screamed:
  - They are killing and cutting us! Shoot others!
  The battle continued on a colossal scale. Meanwhile, Oleg, possessing unchildlike strength, grabbed several barrels of nitroglycerin into the boat, and in the confusion they directed it towards the largest English battleship.
  The terminator boy yelled:
  - For Rus', a gift of annihilation!
  And he pushed the boat away with his bare, childish feet, and it picked up speed and slammed into the side of the battleship. The Englishmen on board fired their guns chaotically and to no avail.
  And here is the result, as it rams. And several barrels of nitroglycerin explode. And the immortal boy aimed them so precisely that they exploded completely.
  And such destruction followed. And the battleship took and began to sink without any problems.
  And the Englishmen on board were drowning. And the boy was already on the cruiser. He was chopping the sailors with his sabres, and they themselves, slapping their bare feet, were running to the wheelhouse.
  The boy-terminator quickly cuts down the sailors and squeals:
  - Glory to our beautiful country!
  Wonderful Russia under the wise Tsar!
  I will not give you Alaska, enemies!
  The boor will be torn to pieces in rage!
  And so the boy threw a grenade with his bare feet and tore the British apart.
  Then he broke through to the steering wheel and started turning the cruiser. And two large English ships collided. And their armor would burst. And they would sink and burn at the same time.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to Russia, glory!
  The cruiser rushes forward...
  Tsar Alexander the Great,
  Will open the account for victories!
  After which the boy-terminator flew with one jump to another cruiser. And in it, too, he began to chop up the sailors. And break through to the steering wheel.
  And then just turn everything around and push the ships together.
  The Terminator kid even started singing:
  - Black belt,
  I am very calm...
  Black Belt -
  One man is a warrior in the field!
  Black belt,
  Lightning discharge -
  All the English are lying there like corpses!
  And Oleg Rybachenko is pushing the ships together again. What a boy - he really is the coolest guy in the world!
  And Margarita Korshunova does the same thing with him. Also pushing ships together.
  And again a jump, and to another cruiser. Yes, the mistress of the seas came up with a bad idea - to fight with Russia. Especially when such a cool and desperate boy is fighting.
  Oleg Rybachenko chopped up a mass of Englishmen and turned his ship around. More precisely, the captured mastodon from the Englishmen. And he transferred it to attack another cruiser. And with a wild roar he rammed the enemy.
  It was like two monsters had come together and collided with wild outfits. And they had split each other's noses. Then they had scooped up sea water and were drowning, with no chance.
  Oleg Rybachenko yelled:
  - Glory to Alexander the Second! The greatest of the tsars!
  And again, with his bare toes, he throws up a bomb with explosives. And the whole frigate, having received a hole, sinks.
  Of course, the English didn't expect this. Did they think they would run into such a wild adventure?
  Oleg Rybachenko roared:
  - Glory to the Great Russia of the Tsars!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Glory to the heroes of tsarist Russia!
  And again the boy takes hold of the steering wheel of another cruiser. And with the help of his bare, childish feet he turns it and rams the enemy. Two ships break together and drown in sea vomit!
  Terminator boy screams:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland!
  And again follows a long jump. And a flight over the waves. After which the boy again chops with his sabers, breaking through to the steering wheel. He is a very combative and aggressive terminator boy.
  He crushes the English sailors and sings:
  - Sparkles like a radiant star,
  Through the mist of impenetrable darkness...
  Our great Tsar Alexander,
  Knows neither pain nor fear!
    
  Enemies retreat before you,
  The crowd of people rejoices...
  Russia accepts you -
  A mighty hand rules!
  And Oleg Rybachenko cut down another mass of Englishmen, and again pushed the ships head-on with all his might.
  This is a real boy-terminator. He looks about twelve years old, only one and a half meters tall, though his muscles are cast steel and his relief is like chocolate bars.
  And if such a kid hits you, it won"t be honey at all.
  And here again the boy jumps from one cruiser to another. And again, without further ado, he pits their heads against each other.
  And he shouts to himself:
  - For the Romanovs' Rus'!
  The boy writer is really in good shape. He will show everyone his top class. And he will chop and crush everyone, like a giant with a club.
  Here comes the jump again, this time onto an armadillo.
  The boy's sabers are working again. They try to shoot at him, but the bullets don't hit the immortal boy, and if they do, they bounce off.
  It's good to be an eternal child, you're not only young, but they can't kill you. So you're thrashing Britain.
  You grab the steering wheel. And now you spin it and now two battleships will collide and crash. And they break the metal, so that even sparks fly in all directions.
  Oleg Rybachenko shouts:
  - For Russia, everyone will be beaten!
  And with a bare, boyish heel he will throw a lethal gift of death. He will tear apart a mass of Englishmen and another frigate will go to the bottom.
  Well, there are still four cruisers left. It is clear that the British will not send the entire fleet to the shores of Alaska.
  Here Oleg Rybachenko grabs another steering wheel. And with all his might he spins it towards the enemy. And here both cruisers go and collide head-on.
  There is a grinding sound and the bursting of metal. And both ships begin to sink with great relish.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Near the Beer and Water store,
  There lay a happy man...
  He came from the people,
  And he went out and fell into the snow!
  Now we need to destroy the last cruisers and take on the smaller ships.
  Then the Englishmen on land, after the destruction of the fleet, will surrender to the mercy of the winner.
  And this will be such a lesson for Britain that they will never forget it. And they will also remember Crimea, where they stuck their noses during the reign of the Great Father Nikolai I. However, Nikolai Palych did not go down in history as great, but turned out to be a loser. But his grandson must now show the glory of Russian arms.
  And Oleg Rybachenko, a very cool and determined boy terminator, helps him with this.
  Oleg seizes another steering wheel and pushes both British cruisers against each other. And he acts very decisively and coolly.
  After which the boy writer exclaims:
  - The ships are sinking to the bottom,
  With anchors, sails...
  And then they will be yours,
  Golden chests!
  Golden chests!
  And another jump, once four battleships and a dozen cruisers are destroyed, it's time to destroy the frigates too. Britain will lose quite a few ships.
  And after this he will understand what it means to attack Russia.
  The boy-terminator sang:
  - For our miracle and victory in the world!
  And he saddled the helm of another frigate, and directed the ship to ram, and with a powerful blow, how it hit!
  And both vessels will take, and break, and split into pieces. And this is great and very cool.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps again and jumps onto another vessel. And from there he directs the process. And again he turns the ship around, and the frigates collide.
  Again the screeching of breaking metal, a powerful explosion, and the surviving sailors fall into the water.
  Oleg shouts:
  - To the success of our weapons!
  And again the brave boy is on the attack. He saddled the new frigate. And directed it at the destroyer.
  Steamships collide and explode. Metal breaks and fire shoots up. And people burn alive.
  This is the most obvious nightmare. And the English are burning as if they were frying shashlik.
  Among the dead was a cabin boy, a boy of about thirteen. It's a pity, of course, that he was killed. But war is war.
  The boy-terminator sang:
  - There will be corpses, lots of mountains! Father Chernomor is with us!
  And the boy again threw a grenade with his bare foot, which sank another ship.
  The genius kid head-butted the British admiral, whose head burst like a pumpkin hit by a pile. And he hit the huge black man in the chin with his bare heel. And he flew past and knocked down a dozen sailors.
  And after that the boy turned the frigate around again and rammed his neighbor with it. Aggressively chirping:
  - I am a great star!
  And again the boy-terminator is on the attack. Crushing and swift. A whole volcano is seething inside him and an eruption of colossal power. This is an invincible boy-genius.
  And he crushes everyone without any mercy. And now the boy-superman saddles another frigate. And destroys the enemy without any delays. This boy is a big star.
  Oleg Rybachenko again pushed two ships into each other and yelled at the top of his lungs:
  - For great communism!
  The US hasn't recovered from the civil war yet, and they don't have a common border with Russia. So if they have to fight the Yankees, it will be later.
  And Britain has a colony, Canada, and Russia shares a border with it. So the onslaught of mighty England must be repelled.
  But now a couple more frigates have collided. Soon there will be nothing left of the British fleet.
  And you can't really attack Alaska by land. Communications are stretched out here even for Britain.
  Oleg Rybachenko again pushes the frigates together and roars:
  - A pirate doesn't need science,
  And it's clear why...
  We have legs and arms,
  And hands...
  And we don't need the head!
  And the boy hit the English sailor with his head so hard that he flew past and knocked down a dozen soldiers.
  Oleg is on the attack again... Here he has smashed frigates into each other again. And they are breaking, burning and sinking.
  Oleg yelled:
  - For the soul of Russia!
  And now the boy's bare, round heel finds its target again. He crushes the enemy and roars:
  - For the sacred Fatherland!
  And he hit the enemy in the stomach with his knee. His intestines came out from behind his mouth.
  Oleg Rybachenko yelled:
  - For the greatness of the Fatherland!
  And he spun the helicopter in the air, tearing his enemies into small pieces with his bare feet.
  The boy is really killing things... He himself could easily deal with the enemies.
  But four witch girls appeared. And also beauties, barefoot and in bikinis.
  And let's crush the English. They jump up, throw grenades with their bare girlish feet, and tear Britain apart.
  And here's Natasha - a muscular girl in a bikini. She takes and throws a disc with her bare toes... Several English sailors are cut down, and the frigate turns and rams its colleague.
  Natasha squeals:
  - Alexander the Third is a superstar!
  Zoya, this girl with golden hair, confirms:
  - Superstar and not old at all!
  Augustine, furiously crushing the English, this red-haired bitch said, baring her teeth:
  - Communism will be with us!
  And the girl's bare heel took and smashed the enemy into the cannon's mouth. And the frigate took and split.
  Svetlana laughed, fired from the gun, crushed the enemy, spun the steering wheel with her bare foot, and barked:
  - The kings are with us!
  The girls immediately went wild and began to destroy the fleet quite aggressively. Well, who could resist? The frigates quickly ran out, and now they were breaking smaller vessels instead.
  Natasha, destroying Britain, sang:
  - Russia has been celebrated as holy for centuries!
  And with his bare toes he will throw a bomb that splits the brig.
  Zoya, continuing to crush the enemy, squealed:
  - I love you with all my heart and soul!
  And again she threw a pea with her bare toes. It split another English ship.
  Augustina also took and hit the enemy. She crushed the ship, the red-haired bitch sank a lot of enemies from Britain. And she squealed:
  - For Alexander II, who will become a great tsar!
  Svetlana readily agreed with this:
  - Of course it will!
  The blonde terminator's bare foot hit the side of the British ship with such force that the English ship split into three parts.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this invincible boy, also hit his opponent with his bare, round, childish heel so hard that the brig cracked and sank almost instantly.
  The boy-terminator sang:
  - We will sweep away the enemy with one blow,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword...
  It was not in vain that we crushed the Wehrmacht,
  We'll beat the English by playing!
  Natasha winked and noted with a laugh:
  - And of course we will do it with bare girlish feet!
  And the girl's bare heel crashed and smashed another English ship.
  Zoya, baring her teeth, said aggressively:
  - For communism in its tsarist incarnation!
  And the girl, with her bare toes, took and threw something that has a deadly effect on enemies, literally sweeping them away and tearing them apart.
  Augustina, crushing the English, went and said:
  - Glory to Christ and Rod!
  After which her bare feet threw a bomb, tearing another submarine to pieces.
  And then the bare heel split the brigantine with a precise blow. And it did it very quickly.
  Svetlana is also in active motion. Destroying enemies. And with her bare heel she sends another brig to the bottom.
  And the girl, with her bare toes and wild fury, throws the grenade again. She is an amazing warrior.
  Here is Natasha in a swift and very aggressive attack. She is desperately attacking.
  And a new English ship sinks when it is hit by a bomb thrown by a girl's bare toes.
  Natasha sang, baring her teeth:
  - I am a superman!
  Zoya hit the brigantine in the nose with her bare knee. And it cracked and began to sink.
  Oleg Rybachenko also split a smaller British ship with his bare heel and squeaked:
  - To my strength! We watered everything!
  And the boy is again on the move and aggressively attacking.
  Augustine continued to move like a cobra that stings Britain, and said with relish:
  - Communism! It's a proud word!
  And the bare toes of this desperate girl threw another gift of destruction.
  And the mass of Englishmen found themselves in a coffin, or at the bottom of the sea. However, what coffin, if they were torn apart?
  And the rest even sank!
  Oleg Rybachenko spat at the brig with a wild grin, and it caught fire as if it had been doused with napalm.
  The terminator boy yelled:
  - To aqua regia!
  And he laughs and hits the side of Britain's ship with his bare heel. It will split and gurgle into the sea depths.
  Svetlana threw the bomb with her bare toes and squealed:
  - And the dashing girls go out to sea...
  And he will chop down his enemies with sabers.
  Oleg Rybachenko, crushing the English, confirmed:
  - Sea element! Sea element!
  And so the warriors parted. And the boy with them was so combative. And frisky at that.
  Oleg Rybachenko, shooting at the enemy from the English cannon. And sinking another ship, said:
  - Cosmic dream! Let the enemy be crushed!
  The girls and the boy went wild with colossal fury. And they cut down the enemy, without any way for Britain to withstand such pressure.
  Oleg was sinking another ship and remembered that in one of the parallel universes, a gnome decided to help the Germans in designing the Tiger-2. And this technical genius managed to make a machine with the thickness of armor and armament of the King Tiger, weighing only thirty tons, and a height of one and a half meters!
  Well, that's why he's a gnome! And there's a super designer! Of course, with such a machine the Germans were able to defeat the Allies in Normandy in the summer of 1944, and in the fall stop the advance of the Red Army that had broken through to Warsaw.
  What was worse was that the gnome didn't just design tanks. The XE-162 also turned out to be very successful and light, cheap, and easy to operate. And the Ju-287 bomber turned out to be a superman.
  And then their five had to intervene. And so the war dragged on until 1947.
  If it weren"t for their five, the Fritzes could have won!
  Oleg Rybachenko then spoke harshly about the gnomes:
  - They are worse than elves!
  There really was such an elf-time traveler. He became a Luftwaffe pilot, having shot down more than six hundred aircraft on both fronts from the autumn of 1941 to June 1944. He received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds when he was the first in the Luftwaffe to shoot down two hundred aircraft. Then, for three hundred aircraft shot down, he received the Order of the German Eagle with diamonds. For four hundred aircraft shot down, the first order of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds. For five hundred jubilee aircraft shot down by April 20, 1944, the elf received the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross - the second in the Third Reich after Hermann Goering.
  And for the six hundredth plane he was awarded a special award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds. The glorious ace-elf was never shot down - the magic of the gods' amulet works. And he worked alone as if the whole air corps.
  But it had no effect on the course of the war. And the Allies landed in Normandy. And quite successfully, despite all the elf's efforts.
  Well, this representative of the people of sorcerers decided then to get away from the Third Reich. Moreover, what does he need? To bring his accounts up to a thousand, perhaps? Who will be with the enemy!
  Oleg sank another brigantine and roared:
  - For our Motherland!
  Their five had already sunk almost all the ships. As a final chord, they pushed five vessels together at once, completing the defeat of the English fleet.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang, baring his teeth:
  - Russia will be famous for centuries,
  There will soon be a change of generations...
  In joy there is a great dream,
  It will be Alexander, not Lenin!
  The girls seem pleased. England has been defeated at sea. Now all that remains is to finish off the battered enemy on land.
  And the five rushed to cut down the already disorganized and half-defeated enemy.
  The girls and the boy were smashing the enemy. They were chopping him with sabres and throwing grenades at the enemy with their bare toes. And it turned out to be really cool.
  Natasha chopped and sang, her sabers were so fast and swung twenty times a second. With such speed no one could resist the witches. That's what the power of Russian gods means!
  Oleg Rybachenko kicked the helmet with his bare heel and broke the neck of the British general, saying:
  - One, two, three, four!
  Zoya threw a sharp, honed disk with her bare fingers and said with a laugh:
  - Legs higher, arms wider!
  Augustina acted extremely aggressively. And her bare feet were swift. And her copper-red hair fluttered like a battle, proletarian banner.
  The girl took it and sang:
  - I am a witch and there is no more wonderful profession!
  Svetlana, cutting down her opponents, agreed:
  - No! And I don't think there will be!
  And her bare feet threw daggers. They flew past and cut down two dozen Englishmen.
  The extermination went according to plan. Both the girls and the boy acted with obvious fury. And stunning precision. The warriors destroyed with wild aplomb.
  Oleg Rybachenko cut another general in half as soon as he whistled.
  And a dozen crows just fell over from a heart attack. They fell down and punched holes in the heads of half a hundred English fighters.
  What a fight! The coolest of fights!
  The boy-terminator roared:
  - I am a great warrior! I am Schwarzenegger!
  Natasha growled sharply and stamped her bare foot:
  - You are the Fisherman!
  Oleg agreed:
  - I am the Fish-Banator, who tears everyone apart!
  
  THE PRINCESS AND LUCIFER
  One capricious and very wayward princess, when the time came to get married, declared that she would only marry the one who could build a palace of pure gold, a mile high... So she counted on no one else being able to do something like that, and she would retain her freedom.
  But there is a very powerful king, the ruler of hell Lucifer who could do this. And the princess was fabulously beautiful, and her hair was like gold leaf, and her name was Margarita. And the name Margarita is a special power that the Devil needs so much.
  And Lucifer in the blink of an eye erected a huge palace of pure gold, a mile high and shining with diamonds.
  What should the king do? All that remains is to give his daughter in marriage to the Devil. The princess, of course, does not agree. She threw a fit and declared that she would never do it. Then the king ordered that the girl be locked in a tower and put on bread and water until she came to her senses.
  All of Margarita's jewelry, bright fabrics, and dress, as well as jeweled boots, were taken off. Her head with golden hair remained uncovered, and handfuls fell down her white robe of the coarsest fabric. The girl's small feet remained bare, and it was cold for her to walk on the stone floor, especially at night, when the dungeon cooled down.
  Lucifer could not take her by force. So there are rules of the universe that even the Devil must follow. Just as despite all his power, Satan is unable to suppress the free will of man.
  The princess had to give her consent, and only then could her underworld be taken away.
  The girl suffered greatly from malnutrition, and it was unpleasant for her to sleep on straw after the feather beds of the palace. Her bare feet were freezing at night, and sometimes the squeak of rats was frightening. Moreover, the king threatened that Margarita would be transferred to the basement. And there it was much colder, and damp, and the rats were biting, and the cells stank.
  But Margarita was lucky, you could say. The boy, the jailer's son, brought her milk and pies with cabbage and meat. And then he was able to get her out. Luckily, the princess was not chained and collared. Yes, she was constantly watched, but the boy, whom everyone trusted, added a sleeping infusion to the wine. And the guards fell asleep. And he opened several gates with the stolen keys, and they got out.
  Margarita's tender feet suffered greatly from the hard stones of the road. She groaned and moaned. And instead of a robe, she was wearing only a simple peasant dress. The boy usually ran barefoot in warm weather, and forgot to take shoes for the girl. He himself was used to it, his heels were hard, like the soles of boots.
  And the princess's legs were cut to the point of bleeding. The boy tried to carry her, but quickly ran out of breath. Then he cut the edges of Margarita's dress with a knife and wrapped her legs. That way she suffered less. But the dress became shorter and more conspicuous.
  She spent a couple of days in the bushes. The boy brought her food and water. The girl's broken legs needed to heal. And then she limped off.
  Of course, they were looking for the princess. But the boy led her through the forest and along secret paths, managing to throw the pursuers off the trail.
  The princess gradually got used to the loads. She lost a lot of weight, got tanned, and became bony. Her legs quickly became rough, and now she did not suffer barefoot. And her hair became gray from the dirt. And she did not look like a princess, but a dirty beggar. The boy was also completely worn out. And the two of them reached the hut on chicken legs, where Baba Yaga lived.
  The boy says:
  - Little hut, little hut, turn your front to me and your back to the forest!
  Baba Yaga crawls out from there. She is not at all old, she looks like a woman of about thirty in the prime of life. She winks at the boy and says:
  - What are you doing wandering around with the girl, young man!
  And the boy replied:
  - You should have fed us, given us something to drink, and put us to bed, and then you should have asked questions!
  Baba Yaga did just that. She washed the guests in the bathhouse, gave them new clothes. And Margarita became a beautiful woman again.
  Baba Yaga whistled and remarked:
  - Isn't this the beauty that Lucifer is looking for all over the world?
  The boy nodded:
  - Yes, grandma, this is exactly that Margarita!
  Baba Yaga noted:
  - You'll be in trouble if Lucifer finds you. The devils will boil you in boiling oil forever, boy, or worse!
  The boy remarked with a smile:
  - And I thought that the Almighty decides where and who will burn!
  Baba Yaga smiled and replied:
  - Lucifer is like an executioner in the service of the Almighty! No mortal can defeat him!
  Margarita asked in a trembling voice:
  - So maybe I should give up?
  Baba Yaga shook her head:
  - It's too late to give up! You will no longer be his wife... You will be a slave in hell forever, and the devils will torment you!
  Margarita spread her hands and asked:
  - What should we do?
  Baba Yaga answered in a whisper:
  - There is only one way to protect yourself from Lucifer - to become saints!
  Margarita, blinking in confusion, asked:
  - And how does this make you a saint?
  Baba Yaga answered seriously:
  - You need to sew twelve shirts from nettles, for the twelve apostles. And you need to sew with your bare hands without gloves, and knead them with bare feet. And all this time you need to be silent, not saying a word. When the last shirt is ready, you will become a saint, Lucifer's power over you will end!
  Margarita sighed heavily and noted:
  - A terrible test!
  The boy asked in surprise:
  - Wow! How can I save myself from hell?
  The woman smiled and replied:
  - You, boy, will also have to suffer. However, you can also receive a reward for this, which all people dream of!
  The boy smiled and asked:
  - And what reward?
  Baba Yaga replied:
  - Agree to spend the first hundred years in slavery in the quarries, but then you will gain immortality and eternal youth!
  The boy whistled:
  - A hundred years in the quarries! And I won't die during that time?
  Baba Yaga shook her head:
  - No! Working in the quarries is like purgatory, and in purgatory, as in hell and in heaven, one does not die!
  The boy shrugged and remarked:
  - Compared to eternity, a hundred years in the mines is not such a long time!
  Baba Yaga noted:
  - It's good that you're a child! And a hundred years of slave labor is enough for you for eternity. An adult would have to toil for a whole thousand to achieve immortality!
  The boy nodded vigorously:
  - I agree! Better a hundred years in slavery than eternity in hell!
  Baba Yaga nodded:
  - I will sell you to one devil for a hundred years. And you will work in the mines with other boys. And you will be an eternal boy, you will receive immortal flesh, in exchange for temporary slavery!
  The boy bowed and remarked philosophically:
  - It doesn't sound so attractive, because there is nothing more permanent than temporary!
  Baba Yaga grinned and noted:
  - And the choice is small, either slavery or hell forever! Are you ready to endure for the sake of immortality?
  The boy nodded vigorously and confirmed:
  - God endured and commanded us to do the same!
  Baba Yaga turned to Margarita and answered:
  - I will take you to a special place where nettles grow. You can use this nettle and the one that grows in the cemetery to sew shirts for the apostles. There is a stone there, after you touch it, and while you are sewing shirts, not a single word should escape your lips, and you will not ask a single question!
  Margarita asked in confusion:
  - That's the problem. I can't sew at all! I'm a princess, not a seamstress!
  Baba Yaga smiled and replied:
  - Well, alright! I'll cast a spell so you can learn to sew. But you'll sew slowly at first, and only then, faster and faster! And most importantly, silently, remember, the future of your soul depends on it.
  Margarita confirmed with a nod of her head:
  - If you keep quiet, then keep quiet!
  The boy noted with a smile:
  - Silence is golden!
  Baba Yaga nodded to the boy and the girl:
  - Follow me!
  First the boy's fate was decided. The devil appeared, felt the boy's muscles, ordered him to open his mouth and noted with satisfaction:
  - He is hardy and strong! He will be a slave in the quarries!
  Baba Yaga received several small gold coins and capriciously remarked:
  - That's not enough!
  The devil answered angrily:
  -Many people sell children into slavery now. I have already given you more than I gave to an old friend...
  Baba Yaga noted with a grin:
  - This is not an easy boy! He is very tenacious and will work for you forever! So you can give him more!
  The devil chuckled and remarked:
  - I have a lot of these eternal boys, and the mine is not made of rubber. It's good that it doesn't dry up, but I don't need an infinite number of slaves, so the shop will soon close!
  Baba Yaga answered angrily:
  - Oh, these poor boys, they work for centuries naked, barefoot, and receive only sticks, and sleep on stones, and eat like slaves... You can't envy them.
  The devil grinned and remarked:
  - But they gain freedom in their sleep!
  The jailer's son, a boy, became sad. They tore off his clothes, leaving only his swimming trunks, and shackled his hands and feet. Which is very unpleasant. You jingle in the shackles that rub your wrists and ankles.
  The word forever was also alarming. If not for a hundred years, but forever? And a hundred years is also a long time. The boy felt it especially now, when he was forced to walk on a leash, and the chains prevented him from putting his feet down, and quickly rubbed his ankles. When you can"t take a full step, how uncomfortable it is. Your leg accelerates, and you feel the steel hoop on your child"s skin.
  The devil asked the boy:
  - What is your name, slave?
  The boy replied:
  - Serge...
  The devil grinned and remarked:
  - Here's the thing, Seryozhka... They probably told you that in a hundred years you could gain freedom?
  The boy nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, they said, so is this a scam?
  The devil chuckled and noted:
  - No, not really! It's purgatory and a hundred years is the minimum term for a slave boy, but... If you don't commit any offenses. And so, for the slightest mistake, the term is added. So the punishment can drag on. The devils often provoke boys to be impudent, and add to their terms...
  Serge muttered:
  - Oh my God...
  The devil winked and noted:
  - But you still have a chance. You'll be a slob for twenty centuries, you'll get used to it, and you'll be able to behave impeccably. Then...
  The boy said excitedly:
  - To freedom?
  The devil chuckled in response:
  - No to the army! But it's not slavery anymore and you can make a career! And there is entertainment there, unlike slavery! Girls, snacks, drinks, cards and smartphones!
  Serge became wary:
  - What are smartphones?
  The devil grinned and remarked:
  - Until you need it! I don't envy you, boy! Oh, I don't envy you!
  Serge hobbled after the devil into the quarries. The idea of escaping had occurred to the child's mind, but a dog was following him at his heels. Very large, like a lion, and with fangs like sabres, sparkling like diamonds.
  Of course, you can't run away from someone like that. But it can tear you apart. And now you're going to be in captivity.
  Margarita followed the witch. She was wearing a smart dress, but she took off her high-heeled shoes, because they were uncomfortable to walk in on the rocky road. And the princess found herself barefoot. But after several months of wandering, her bare soles had become calloused and she barely felt the pain on the sharp stones of the road.
  Margarita obediently followed the witch. But thoughts were flashing through her head. Maybe she should have rejected Lucifer's advances after all? He said that he had seventy-seven diamond palaces in the underworld, and each palace had seventy-seven towers, and each tower had seventy-seven halls, and each hall had seventy-seven thrones, and on each throne seventy-seven carpets, and on each carpet seventy-seven beautiful girls or young men with the delicate skin of slaves with decorations.
  And so they bring exquisite dishes and wines. And so much entertainment in Lucifer's hell. There are even such phenomenal, cosmic ones...
  The princess stepped on a sharp stone with her bare heel. The callus was punctured and the girl, feeling the pain, gasped.
  Baba Yaga warned her:
  - Try to hold back your screams! Otherwise you'll have to start sewing shirts all over again. And be brave.
  They crossed the stream. Margarita lifted her dress higher and tried not to wet herself, but the hems were still soaked. And Baba Yaga simply glided slowly over the water.
  On the other side there was a stone and thick thickets of nettles.
  Baba Yaga, baring her teeth aggressively, declared:
  - You need to put your palm with your right hand and say the prayer: "Our Father". After that, you will not utter a word. And you will sew shirts. It is not too late to refuse, but... Lucifer will catch you, only being mute, you can remain invisible to him and his angels.
  Margarita nodded her head vigorously:
  - I agree!
  And placing her right hand on the stone, she read a prayer...
  After which she got to work. And how the nettles burned her hand. Immediately terrible pain and shock. And Margarita almost screamed. But she held back, closed her eyes and began to vomit with wild force. And it hurt so much , as if atomic bombs were exploding on her hands. And the nettles also hit her face.
  Margarita, however, was courageous as a rock. And she tore herself up and overcame the pain. Although she shook from suffering.
  It's not so bad to crush nettles with bare feet, since their soles are very rough, but it still stings, even though it's weakened by the calluses. Then you make yarn. Well, it doesn't hurt to sew anymore, the nettles have discharged their stinging ribbons.
  Only the first shirt takes a long time to sew. And it is not possible to make significant progress right away.
  The girl suffered more from the monotony than from the heat while sewing, and cried.
  It seems like it"s not that difficult to sew a shirt, but it"s a lot of fuss.
  Serge was not happy either. First, they shaved him bald. Without soap and cold water, this procedure is unpleasant. Both physically and mentally. With each tuft of the boy's light hair, it seemed that a piece of his soul and individuality was flying away. The boy was shaved by a devil - a woman with copper-red hair, with small curled legs, in black boots and a crimson suit.
  She giggled... But she barely cut him, and that was good. Serge thought that it was good that he was still a child and didn't have to shave his beard. Otherwise it would have been even more unpleasant and disgusting.
  But as it turned out, this was just the tip of the iceberg. Branding was coming. When they put a sign of slavery on a child's bare shoulder. And with a red-hot iron, of course.
  Serge, however, was lucky and unlucky at the same time. The devil who was supposed to brand was summoned to hell for a report, and they decided to give the boy a punch later. On the one hand, this was a delay in pain. On the other hand, it was also an expectation of additional suffering.
  However, work in the mines was ahead. And it was hard. Only boys worked here, no older than fourteen years old - in appearance, of course. In fact, there were even adult sinners here, who received the bodies of boys after death. These mines extracting gold and precious stones were a purgatory. It was like in the electronic strategy of some computer games, it never dried up. And the work was varied. Some boys had been working for many centuries, and their muscles were so prominent, with deep definition, that even athletes would envy them.
  It was light in the mines, as the sun's light penetrated the soil, and one could even sunbathe. That's why the boys were very dark-skinned, like Arabs, but almost all had light hair. They usually shaved when they entered slavery, or when their hair became too long, touching their shoulders.
  The boys moved quickly, they were already accustomed to the loads, and Serge could barely keep up with them. They had to load and crush stones, carry baskets, push trolleys, and climb stairs. The work was designed to give load to different muscle groups. Which was rational. And you recover faster.
  But it was still hard. After an hour of working with a pick and pushing a cart, Serge felt very tired. But the boy gritted his teeth. There were many overseers, both males and females. If you slowed down, they would hit you with a whip. And that was very painful. When Serge was hit the first time, he screamed and started working faster.
  But it's hard... He's not used to such loads. It's even easier for his legs, which are used to walking a lot, but his back and arms, which are not so used to the loads, ache and go numb. In addition, the paths are very prickly. After a couple of hours, even the boy's calloused feet begin to burn.
  The only clothes they have are swimming trunks with numbers on them. The numbers can change. The closer to freedom, the smaller the number...
  I wanted to drink... The devilesses gave the slaves water on the go from ladles, but quite rarely. Baskets with stones, very heavy. The muscles are not so hardened yet. It is easy for more experienced slaves, and they even smile. Their teeth are strong, without spots, here as a gift from the higher powers eternal youth, which compensates for slavery.
  But it takes time for the muscles to get used to it and get stronger.
  Serge's strength was leaving him... Towards the end the boy even lost consciousness and fell. He was doused with cold water and hit with a whip. Fortunately, the working day was coming to an end. Serge was dragging himself along, and two boys grabbed him by the arms. And they carried him.
  One of them whispered:
  - It's hard in the very first days and weeks! Then you'll get used to it, and it'll be fine!
  Serge was too tired to eat. But two boys literally shoved fruit porridge into him. The food wasn't the worst, but the fruit was a bit bitter, but edible. The biggest plus of the local food was that the slaves didn't go to the toilet. At least there was no stench.
  And they slept on the stones. But over the centuries the stones had been worn down by many children's bodies, and it was quite acceptable to sleep on them. Like on the sand of a beach.
  Blankets are not needed, it is very warm here. Especially since they warm a lot of boys. The devils snapped stocks on their bare feet. Ten for each. But they hardly interfere with sleep. Seryozhka was so tired that he fell asleep right away. After all, a child's body is strong.
  And in my sleep I dream of Seryozhka flying, as if hovering over the roofs. It's so nice, and so delightful. You're like a bird, or a moth.
  Only in a dream can you escape from cruel bondage.
  In the morning you get up and go to hard labor again. And again you work with a hammer, a pick on stones, then load them into carts with shovels. Then you push the carts with other guys. And then you carry baskets. And again you beat off stones with a pick, and then with a sledgehammer. Your muscles hurt like crazy, and you literally groan in pain.
  It seems like you're about to fall, but then you get a second wind and you move on autopilot. And you do your job again. The boys are given a short lunch break, and a bucket of cold water is poured on them. The food is fruit porridge. You wash it down with plain water. But at least you don't feel like going to the toilet. At least there's no latrine in purgatory, and that's a big plus.
  Serge waited with anguish for lights out so that the stones worn down to sand could fall and he could fall asleep. He was so tired he didn't want to eat.
  Time passes terribly slowly. You are in a daze.
  But finally, it's lights out. Dinner, which you swallow yourself, and sleep.
  And you dream... Alas, this time it's as if you're hanging on a rack and your joints are being twisted. And the devils are beating you with whips.
  And the next day the overloaded body has not yet recovered and hurts terribly. Every vein rings with suffering and torment. Pain is everywhere, not a drop of blood is left, not a vein is touched by the suffering from overload.
  And Serge is working again... The world already seems black and white to him...
  The first week is the hardest, when fatigue accumulates and the muscles are ready to go on strike... But then a turning point occurs and you get into the swing of things.
  And now, finally, the colors return to your eyes. And in your dreams you begin to fly again, soaring like a bird over the rooftops.
  But here Serge was unlucky, as soon as the pain in his overloaded muscles dulled, he even began to talk a little with other prisoners of purgatory. He began to learn something.
  But then the devil who makes punching machines returned. And Serge was dragged to him. Two she-devils were holding a muscular boy. Serge tried to console himself: that at least now he wasn't working. And when you are held by women, even if they are horned, but at least young in appearance and experienced, it's even pleasant.
  It"s true that she-devils don"t flirt with boys: they"re afraid of punishment.
  Although when they touch you, it"s clear that they have an interest too.
  When Serge was brought into the forge, it became really scary. The devil looked very large, and had big horns. He was wearing an apron.
  And so he took out of the fireplace the emblem in the form of a rose, which is used to brand the sinners of purgatory.
  The boy clenched his teeth tighter... He decided that he would not scream. The devil with a sharp movement applied the red-hot iron to the boy's shoulder. Serge felt as if he had been exploded with pain, and screamed... He twitched in the hands of the she-devils, but they were very strong and held him. The devil dripped heated oil onto the fresh brand and growled:
  - It will get easier now! This is not the worst torment in the world!
  Indeed, the pain quickly dulled. Serge's face stopped being crimson from suffering, and he began to breathe again... The she-devils dragged him out of the forge. The boy even thought with relief that the worst was behind him, and that now...
  They dragged him into the mines, and she roared and ordered:
  - Now get to work!
  When moving, the brand still hurt a little and was sore. But it was a bearable pain. The muscles that had not yet had time to recover were aching. And Serge got back to work. It was hard to hit the stones with a sledgehammer, it was felt in the shoulder where the brand was. And again you had to strain all your courage not to burst into tears. And ahead of you there was at least another hundred years of suffering.
  Margarita was not happy either. The only thing she could decide for herself was whether to go pick nettles today or postpone it until tomorrow. And silence is easier to bear, since you can only talk to yourself.
  The hardest part is picking nettles, only with bare hands. True, Margarita was a little cunning. For example, her feet are rough, and they don"t hurt as much as her hands from nettles. So first, trample them with bare feet, and then it will be easier to pick the pinned nettles. And then weave the shirt. But it"s a long job... Time drags on, as if flowing drop by drop. Food is no big deal. You can live on berries alone, and it seems there is no winter here. And you still have to catch some fish. But it"s not much fun.
  You can't even sing a song out loud, it's creepy.
  Only in your mind can you compose:
  I was born a princess in a palace,
  I had three thousand maids serving me...
  But she refused the Devil a crown,
  Because the devil, believe me, is not a gift!
  
  Well, what a cruel guy Lucifer,
  He never forgave me for such deception...
  He is the master of the most diverse spheres,
  And sends storms, hurricanes!
  
  I ran barefoot from the palace,
  In a peasant dress, a proud princess,
  She was in prison by the will of her father,
  And I experienced, you know, a lot of stress!
  
  The witch gave me some sad advice,
  You sew a dozen shirts, girl...
  Then the whole world will open up to you,
  You won't be the most insignificant bug!
  
  Well, what's the matter, it's the same as always,
  I harnessed myself to the machine so as not to be a widow...
  May the great dream come true,
  But the girl had to sew with nettles!
  
  And this flour burns my fingers a lot,
  After all, nettles are like nasty fire...
  But to earn the honor of the brothers,
  So that the prince kisses the girl right on the lips!
  
  And I weave a shirt, guys, know,
  To escape the wiles of Lucifer...
  To get real paradise, believe
  So that the planet is like a sphere!
  
  And I believe that this bright day will come,
  When we get rid of hell, we all joke...
  We will open an unlimited account of victories,
  And there will be a very large reward!
  
  I prayed to God, the Lord Christ,
  And she shed tears very violently...
  I will bring a piece of my heart to him,
  And I will throw off the yoke of hell from its pedestal!
  
  In short, may God help people,
  I believe I will sew shirts from nettles...
  So that everyone can be resurrected,
  After all, a person is not a pathetic bug!
  
  And so I work like a bee,
  Walking barefoot through the nettles...
  And I believe that there will soon be a hot spring,
  The planet will become like eternal May!
  But now the first shirt is finally ready. You fold it carefully and take on the second one. And it's as if the first, most difficult step has already been taken.
  Margarita can only talk in her dreams when she sleeps. And meet Seryozhka there. It's a pity that he is still too young to be her prince. But she wants something special and unknown...
  Boy Serge, loaded stones into a trolley with a shuffler, and then he had to push it along with other rascals. The brand had already healed and did not hurt. Only a rose remained - a symbol of slavery, for eternal children.
  The muscle pain has become much weaker. And the boy's muscles have become stronger. He doesn't get tired as much anymore, and can hold his own with others.
  You can also get to know your neighbors. For example, a fair-haired boy of about thirteen years old, only very muscular Vitya. He was, it turns out, an adult, and in order not to end up in hellfire, he agreed to spend a thousand years in purgatory. Indeed, when you get used to the loads, you suffer less than when you are fried in fire. Indeed, if children's bodies get used to working with stones quickly enough, then sitting on a hot frying pan for a long time will not make it easier for you.
  And here, for example, boys can talk to each other. For example, there is a small joy in listening to the past, long life of a sinner who died a very old man, and managed to be at sea as a cabin boy and a pirate. True, he tried to be a noble robber and then repented. And he gave part of the money to the church. Because of which he ended up in purgatory. Formally for a thousand years, plus for sins, even those that the priests forgave.
  Vitya has been here for over four centuries. He wants to chat. He's tired of work, and this is the only outlet from the routine boredom of slavery. Well, maybe even a dream.
  You just have to speak quietly so the guards don't hear you. Otherwise they'll hit you with a whip. The devils do have good hearing, but they also feel a little sorry for sinners and allow them to chat. When the body gets used to work, the main torment is routine boredom, because doing the same thing for centuries gets boring. Just like seeing only the mine, in the best case, you'll be transferred to another floor or level.
  Most of the guards are she-devils, and they only allow talking as long as it's not louder than a certain level.
  Vitya told a story...
  I worked for a landowner from early childhood. My first job was to herd sheep, and there was an older girl with me who helped herd them. Everything was fine at first. The work seemed easy, you were relatively well-fed. You could even read a book. Well, in my time there were no smartphones yet.
  Serge replied with a sigh:
  - I would like to... cut myself with a smartphone! They say a strange thing.
  Vitka nodded and continued:
  - I was still a child, and felt almost happy. Especially since the local priest had many interesting books. And summer took up most of the year. And winter was very short, almost without frost.
  You run barefoot on the grass, eat berries, breathe fresh air and are happy. And some children work in mines or factories and they are much worse off.
  But the girl somehow couldn't go out. She was almost an adult, apparently she had a date with a guy. I went to herd the sheep alone. And I got carried away with an unusually interesting book about a boy who was made from a log, and he became a cabin boy for pirates. Well, the sheep ran away.
  And three of them fell into a ravine and got hurt. I didn't find another couple at all.
  Well, the master ordered me to be flogged. And I had never been flogged before. So I began to resist. And unfortunately, one of the haiduks had a knife in his belt. And I pulled it out and slashed. I wounded the servant, the master, and that is already a serious criminal offense. Not only was I flogged, but I was also sent to the city. There I was locked up in a children's prison. And I had to sleep not on hay, but on bare boards. And toil for twelve hours at a machine. And this is hard work, plus I have to study. Not a minute of free time. And they beat me for every little thing. They feed me only oatmeal.
  And some of the guys are real criminals and they do shit to each other.
  It seems that things couldn't get any worse. But the demand for goods fell, and some of the guys, including me, decided to transfer to the mines. It's like in purgatory, the stench in the mines is terrible. So they relieve themselves right in the adits, and the torches smoke.
  In short, we were shaved bald again and thrown into the mine.
  But my friend and I covered ourselves in coal and hid in a mine cart. And we were able to get out.
  And since they had to look for us, we hid on the ship.
  More precisely, in different ships.
  Serge remarked with a smile:
  - Romance!
  Vitka objected:
  - It's not that simple! The captain ordered me to be thoroughly flogged. Beaten until I lost consciousness. And not only on my back, but also with sticks on my heels. In the children's prison, they usually flogged us carefully, so that we could continue working. But here they flogged me half to death, and beat my heels so hard that they swelled up. Luckily, they didn't throw me overboard, and the boy's injuries heal quickly.
  As I thought, they took me as a cabin boy. But there is little romance in this. They beat me often, make me do the hardest and dirtiest work. And the sailors, the cook, and other monsters beat me.
  Then it got even worse, pirates attacked us at sea. And of course they captured us. Well, they don't need sailors, what can you expect from them? They threw us all overboard. But according to custom, one captured pirate is taken into his company. Well, I ran and hit the cook in the chin with my bare heel. He flew overboard.
  The pirates liked it, and they took me on their ship. Even though they already had a cabin boy. At first, our relationship didn't work out. He was older and stronger, and he often hit. I responded and fought!
  But when it came time to board, I was lucky enough to save his life.
  And we became friends.
  It was interesting and romantic. I was captured once, and only my young age saved me from the gallows. They sent me to the plantations. But I escaped from there and joined the pirates again. I grew older and was already a captain's mate. We had many battles and wounds.
  I was smart, I hardly drank, I didn't smoke, I saved money. Time passed, and they took the pirates seriously. I had to leave the sea trade and take up more peaceful trade. In general, I lived a long and quite happy life, had a family, children, and became a respected person.
  And my captain, for example, was broken on the wheel. Most of the pirates ended badly. Some on the gallows, some drank themselves to death, some died in hard labor.
  Vitya winked at Serge and noted...
  - You could say that we are lucky now. Otherwise, in Gehenna, when every cell of the body is burning in fire, and there is no chance that this pain will ever stop, it is much worse!
  Serge noted:
  - If you think about it like that, it could have been worse! Although it reminds me of gratitude to the hooligans who only broke your nose, but didn't smash your jaw as well!
  Vitya grinned and remarked:
  - I was old... I know what it is! And when I am young in body and healthy, I want to thank the Almighty God for it.
  Serge chuckled and noted:
  - But I wasn't old! And I don't quite understand it!
  Vitka nodded:
  - Maybe... You'll understand, although in purgatory and in heaven they don't age!
  Serge logically noted:
  - So, in this sense, it"s the worst on Earth!
  Work, of course, quickly becomes boring... But if the boy is to spend a very long time in purgatory, then Margarita can count on a quicker release... The second shirt was ready a little faster than the first. The princess remembered that in her not very long life, there were unpleasant moments of study. Especially when you write dictations.
  And you watch with such tenderness when the amount of what remains to be written decreases. And on the last lines your hands just shake.
  Margarita was unhappy that she had to study after all. But it's even worse if you also work.
  The third shirt is not so hard. The hardest thing is to force yourself to pick nettles, then you trample them, and your heels burn through the calluses. And then it is easier when you spin.
  Margarita tried to walk barefoot on the rocky road more often, so that the soles of her feet would become more calloused and rough, with calluses. You trample nettles to make it easier on your hands.
  And it's much better for you this way.
  Margarita even sang in her mind. Silently, of course, but you can move your lips without saying the words, composing;
  The princess loved it for breakfast,
  Bananas, nuts, chocolate...
  And believed in a bright tomorrow,
  What a cool result!
  
  I wanted to take the place of God,
  Granting happiness and death to all...
  The girl has many desires -
  And you have to endure the whims!
  
  Now she has become a slave,
  Her master is Lucifer...
  And bare feet slap,
  From different approaches and spheres!
  
  The overseer beats her with a whip,
  For breakfast, scraps from the table...
  And if they give the girl bones,
  Even if you shout, it will be a great success!
  
  And the princess became in rags,
  Although there was a diamond recently...
  She beats him with whips,
  And you have to hit not in the eye!
  
  The girl moans from this pain,
  The metal burns her....
  The beauty dreams of freedom,
  And the Devil is her ideal!
  
  But how did this happen?
  That the princess became naked...
  And something soared so furiously,
  Here are the stones under my bare feet!
  
  Don't believe it, you wise people,
  The princess will not give up, believe me...
  And she will have angels as judges,
  The fierce beast will not swallow!
  
  The princess is used to fighting,
  Don't curse her beauty's fate...
  She can fight fiercely,
  And he sees the owners in the coffin!
  
  The devils know no mercy,
  And believe me, they torment you painfully...
  But the girl deserves a reward,
  If you are handsome, don't be a stump!
  The thunder has just died down,
  The battle with the enemy is over...
  The damned bastards have disappeared,
  What if on a girl with a screw!
  
  The beauty strikes blows,
  With his bare, copper foot...
  Although the fires are blazing,
  The princess can't be naked!
  
  The time will come, I believe so,
  There will be no human problems, you know...
  And everything will suddenly become golden,
  Lucifer will go back to hell!
  
  And the girl will become free,
  I believe that my beloved will find me...
  of his national epics
  in verse!
  Serge gradually got into the work. His muscles became dry and very defined, and his skin was chocolate brown from the tan. The boy's bare feet, already rough, became completely calloused, and walked fearlessly on sharp stones, and even the calluses felt good. The pain in his body almost disappeared, the muscles adapted to the loads. He was almost not tormented by thirst during work.
  But it is more difficult to perceive routine. You want something new and impressions.
  The boys chatted a lot with each other. Who wasn't there? There were few real boys, almost all adults who had received young bodies, as if in compensation for slavery. And you can hear many interesting stories from them.
  Including about the worlds of space. Where people fly between the stars and have ships the size of cities. Where food is made from sawdust, or even from the air, and given away for free. Where children without wings fly through the air. So, for real. And a great many other things.
  Albert, while working, listened eagerly to the stories, and time flew by faster.
  And it was especially interesting to hear about space battles. It's generally wonderful. When starships emit multi-colored rays of death.
  I would love to see this.
  Many other wonderful things happened in different worlds. Some of them reached such a level of development that they conquered old age, and souls got here as a result of violent death.
  And how much more was different and various.
  Albert had wonderful dreams at night. So fabulous and unique.
  With skyscrapers, and palaces, with fountains that go up for kilometers, with moving statues, with temples, on whose golden domes an entire city could fit. And much more.
  And this made the stay in purgatory easier and less hellish.
  Margarita also worked... Her path to freedom is easier and shorter. The fourth shirt is already finished. If you consider that each new one is sewn faster than the previous one, then consider half the way already passed and you can rejoice.
  The girl even began to sing in her mind, of course, only moving her lips;
  In a wonderful land a princess ruled,
  She had a huge, bright yard...
  The Lord watched with the keenest interest,
  And a heated conversation ensued!
  
  But Satan followed her,
  I wanted to start a conversation about the wedding...
  He turned out to be very strong, apparently.
  In fact, he passed a sentence!
  
  What should a girl of royal cut do?
  Where to go and where to go...
  Once upon a time, Troy fell in a fierce battle,
  Even you don't know where to go!
  
  The beauty set off on her journey,
  But the heels of the shoes broke...
  It seemed like it had only been a short while,
  You can't collect familiar glasses!
  
  The princess ran barefoot,
  Knocking bare heels all bloody...
  The evil one threw her off the pedestal,
  But she believes in the Lord's love!
  
  She walks barefoot on the stones,
  And the cold, nasty rain freezes...
  The girl's hearts call for revenge,
  And the cold wind makes you shiver!
  
  The princess was very afraid,
  Although from the royal power her flesh...
  After all, everything in the kingdom is too settled,
  It seems that the Lord has forgotten her!
  
  Then the girl became a beggar,
  Carries water up the mountain in rags...
  Sings sad ditties for money,
  And he believes that he will save his dream!
  
  She wanted to find herself a prince,
  She wanted a handsome young man...
  But all the faces around her are laughing,
  I will raise the Goddess to the pedestal!
  
  The princess walks even in the frost,
  Leaving a graceful trace in the snow...
  She also carries a rose in her heart,
  And I will save it in a poem!
  
  The girl's bare feet were frozen,
  But in her pure heart there is a fire...
  And the girl's tears turned into ice floes,
  Hers is such a great, wise gift!
  
  No, do not be embarrassed, dashing knights,
  God will not let the girl die...
  The bare feet of angels will warm them,
  And death will not come to that girl!
  
  The Almighty shows the way to salvation,
  He will give the girl joy and peace...
  And sometimes you want revenge,
  But I know the angels will be with you!
  
  Here, girl, the snowdrifts have passed,
  The scorching snow melted under the rays...
  And you can even see the distances of paradise,
  Success will come to that modest princess!
  
  Here the girl saw the young man,
  And the lips merged in a kiss...
  And the beauty's voice is very clear,
  She is rich, even though she is completely barefoot!
  
  Well, finally they got married,
  They happily had children...
  The older daughter is called Nastya,
  And life goes up, and not a second down!
  Here the princess's words were interrupted by the barking of dogs. A large group of horsemen was approaching her refuge.
  Margarita jumped out and bowed. Four hundred horsemen rode up to her dwelling. The dogs calmed down when they saw the girl and everyone became quiet. The leader appeared, in this case it was a handsome young man with a crown. He saw the girl... In a beggar's robe, but with golden hair, with bare, chiseled legs, a slender figure.
  And how this modest garment suited Margarita. How it emphasized the charm of her angelic face. Especially since the dress was already torn, and her bare legs were completely visible. And they were so beautiful, muscular and tanned. Not like those of the court ladies, either thin as matchsticks, or covered in fat like sausages.
  No, these were muscular legs, strong, with a very expressive and sculpted shape. And the girl's feet are very beautiful. Not small, but also small, just right to be graceful, with even, chiseled toes. And the rough sole even makes the curve of the heel more graceful. Margarita's waist is thin, and her tiled abs show through her rags. Which is also unusual for court ladies.
  The young king was shocked and exclaimed:
  - My love! You are lovely!
  Margarita almost answered, but then she came to her senses and poked herself in the mouth!
  The young king was surprised:
  - Mute... How lovely! Then I'll definitely take you as my wife! I've dreamed of a mute wife all my life!
  The cardinal riding next to the king remarked sullenly:
  - Usually kings marry for profit! Why do you need this beggar woman!
  The young king grinned and replied:
  - Exactly! I am rich and powerful enough to marry for love! And such is my will! Let her be my bride!
  Margarita bowed and gestured for the nettles and shirts to be taken.
  The young king was surprised and asked:
  - What do you want? If you can't speak, then at least write!
  The cardinal laughed:
  - Yes, this mute beggar!
  Margarita shook her head vigorously in denial. The scribe thrust the parchment at her. The girl scribbled:
  - I beg you to allow me to take the nettles and shirts, this is very important and the lives of people dear to me depend on it!
  The young king smiled even wider and remarked:
  - What a wife! She's silent, and at the same time you can communicate with her!
  Margarita was put on a horse, and she rode with the king. He was handsome, very young, but at the same time broad-shouldered and strong. Margarita would be happy to marry him, but... Will she be able to finish sewing the shirts and get rid of Lucifer's power?
  This saddened her heart. On the other hand, she had such a lucky chance. Maybe she would finally be able to eat something other than berries, apples and fish. And it was not easy to catch fish. And she wanted at least a little bread.
  Margarita really wanted to sing out loud, but she can"t... Alas, she has a tough mission.
  She looked at her bare feet... Then the king ordered:
  - Give her boots! Or slippers. It is not proper for the king's wife to be barefoot!
  The Cardinal noted:
  - Your Majesty... I have a dress and shoes just for such an occasion, if your Majesty would like to have some fun with one of the girls during the hunt! But to marry a beggar... This...
  The young king logically remarked:
  - She has such elegant handwriting, the handwriting of a noble lady! I think that this girl could even be a princess fulfilling her vow before God! Therefore, my decision is unshakable. We will play the wedding as soon as possible.
  The cardinal replied with a sigh:
  - Your royal will is the law, but... My heart tells me that we will regret this.
  Serge was still working in purgatory. More precisely, he had already fully entered the work rut. His muscles had become stronger from constant hard work and had become like cast steel. The boy had now become one of them. They conversed in low voices, and even sang if the she-devils allowed it.
  There is almost nothing new in purgatory, except for rare newcomers. They are usually shaved bald and branded. And it is very hard for them in the very first days, until the young body gets used to the loads. Adult souls received the bodies of boys, about thirteen years old. This is a tradition. Apparently, at this age the psyche is most flexible and in such bodies, teenagers get used to captivity and slave labor faster.
  Besides, a young body influences the mind, and when the body gets used to physical activity, the slaves do not suffer so much. And how the children smile and have fun from work. It is good for children, they are almost always in high spirits, even if they are in captivity or in prison. So Seryozha caught himself thinking that he almost does not suffer in slavery. It is perhaps boring, but he talked with friends, and now you are happier, and time passes faster.
  Margarita also seems to have found happiness. She sleeps in a luxurious bed, eats the most exquisite dishes, wears expensive clothes and jewelry.
  Sometimes he even gives advice to ministers, in writing, of course.
  The wedding was very lavish, and other kings came to it. Only the father didn't show up. And what fireworks there were, and such a salute and festivities they arranged.
  And the people rejoiced, and everyone was happy.
  The only thing that spoiled Margarita's mood was that she still had to finish sewing the shirts. Without it, she could not find peace. The girl sewed in fits and starts, often at night. She was in no hurry, but the work was moving forward... There were only two shirts left...
  But the supply of nettles that Margarina had picked in advance and stored ran out. And she had to go to the cemetery.
  The girl went in just a nightgown and barefoot... Counting on silence.
  But the cardinal ordered to watch her. The girl came to the cemetery, and witches were circling around. But they did not dare touch the princess. They only hissed and circled...
  The girl picked some nettles. They didn't seem so stinging to her. True, her feet weren't so rough anymore, and her calluses had softened a bit. Margarita gnashed her teeth and picked up some nettles and went back.
  The spies reported this to the cardinal, who told the king.
  By this time the monarch had already had enough of his silent wife. The novelty of the impressions had worn off. She was more attractive in a poor dress than in lace. And the king decided that he would have to see everything for himself.
  Margarita spent some time sewing the eleventh shirt. And she didn't go to the cemetery. But for the very last twelfth shirt she didn't have enough nettles. It was so sad. And the young queen had to go to the cemetery again.
  And the king was already expecting this. Having allowed the queen to gather as much nettle as possible, she was let into the palace... And then arrested.
  Here she is, in just a nightgown and barefoot, appearing before the courtiers. The cardinal announced to all:
  - This woman is a witch! She went to the cemetery at night and picked nettles!
  The courtiers froze and stared at the king. He stared at the beautiful girl. How attractive she looked in just a white shirt and barefoot. I wish I could see such beauty under torture.
  And the king announced:
  - Let our holy cardinal check that she is a witch!
  The cardinal nodded and took out a sharp, long and thick needle, noting:
  - It is lubricated with a special solution of basilisk venom. If a person is pricked, he experiences terrible, unbearable pain. But for a witch, it is just a tickle! Let's test her!
  The hall began to hum with approval: "Even a mute can scream."
  And the prince of the church approached Margarita. She turned pale with fear, the needle with the skull looked too sinister. The cardinal roughly poked the corner of the girl's shin. The pain was terrible, but the faces of Serge and the other children flashed before Margarita's eyes. No, they must not be betrayed. And the girl clenched her teeth. The cardinal struck the needle again. The pain pierced the queen with renewed vigor. The girl clenched her teeth even harder. It was as if she was being beaten with sledgehammers. It was all so hellish.
  The cardinal pokes a needle into her and hisses:
  - Go on screaming! Screaming! Where do you get so much courage from?
  And then, after another injection, a wave of darkness covered Margarita.
  After the torture, Margarita lay unconscious in the dungeon. The young king felt sorry for the girl and ordered:
  - Throw her the collected nettles and shirts, let her finish sewing!
  The girl was thrown eleven shirts of nettles, and a stinging bundle. Margarita came to her senses and stood up with difficulty. Her face was pale. When you are stabbed with a needle soaked in basilisk venom, it is simply unbearable torture, and a terrible, incomparable pain.
  The executioner said with a grin:
  - You can sew your shirts, tomorrow morning you will be burned at the stake!
  The girl nodded with deliberate indifference and pulled a pile of nettles towards herself. She began to crush them. The executioner handed over the needle. It was not very convenient to live like this. But it had to be done during the night. There was little time left.
  And Margarita, forgetting about the pain, worked with concentration. She worked with all her might, not even stopping to eat the prison bread or drink water from the jug.
  Meanwhile, Serge was being flogged. They decided to whip the boy for his excessive chatter. They put him on the rack, and four she-devils beat him with whips. Then they brought fire to the boy's bare feet. Seryozha screamed.
  The pain was terrible... And plus the devils also informed him that they had added another hundred years to his stay in slavery in purgatory.
  The boy realized that he was trapped. And that now he risked never getting out of slavery. And she cried bitterly.
  After the flogging and torture, the she-devils smeared him with some magic oil and the boy was almost healed in half an hour. After which he was sent to work again.
  Now it became much harder to work, because the realization that you are in this hell forever was crushing. And it is disgusting and sad. The only consolation is that old age does not threaten you here. And even that is weak.
  Vitya, seeing Serge"s state, whispered:
  - Don't be afraid! We'll definitely come up with something!
  Seryozhka noted:
  - In a hundred centuries!
  And the boys burst into laughter. And the she-devils began to hit them with whips. And they screamed hysterically;
  - Work, work! Work!
  The children tried and worked hard. Many of them spent centuries, and some even thousands of years, in purgatory. And how to escape from the underworld? They are shackled at night. And most importantly, they are guarded by werewolves. They have an absolute sense of smell, and at the same time supernatural speed and strength ten times greater than a normal wolf. And there are almost more devil guards than juvenile prisoners.
  Serge even considered organizing a rebellion. But would the boys be able to cope with the picks? And most importantly, how far would they get from purgatory?
  But it didn't hurt to try. They wouldn't be killed for it anyway, and the scars and burns would heal. Everything heals quickly here, and the muscles became as strong as steel.
  And the boy decided to discuss the rebellion during the time allotted for sleep.
  However, at night in the stocks the boys did not greet the idea with much enthusiasm.
  The most terrible of them, the boy Macron, who had already spent ten thousand years in purgatory, answered doubtfully:
  - Do you think we haven't had any rebellions? You're the only smart one! That's why I've been dragging the yoke for ten thousand years, that I was stupid enough to take part in an uprising. If we rebel, combat magic will come into play, and we'll simply freeze the devils, even if we stun them with picks. And then we'll be subjected to cruel tortures, and most importantly, for the rebellion, they'll add a hundred centuries of purgatory! No, it's better to pull the strap and be glad that you have perfect health forever, that your teeth don't hurt or rot, that you don't have allergies or other diseases, and that you haven't been deprived of the right to breathe and talk and dream!
  Vitya nodded in agreement:
  - The devils' magic ruins our chances! This place is almost a million years old, and if only it were so easy to rebel in it... And sometimes our guys get out. They are sent to the army, and given a nice uniform upon leaving! So be patient, maybe you'll get into the angelic regiment, having worked off all your sins in purgatory.
  Serge shrugged and replied:
  - Well, okay! I'll think about this problem some more! But for now, sleep! The morning is wiser than the evening!
  Well, the boy, at any rate, slept, in his healthy, deep sleep of a strong, childish deed.
  But Margarita hadn't slept a wink all night, working on her last shirt. And now it was morning and the executioners entered her cell. The girl only nodded to them and continued knitting. She had to make it. There was so little time. She was only in her shirt. The executioner even cut off the ends so that the queen's beautiful legs, with their tan still fresh, were more visible. For now she was still a queen, since only the Pope could separate them.
  Margarita was taken out of the dungeon and carried up the steps. The executioner wanted to cut her hair, but the senior lackey yelled:
  - His Majesty forbade spoiling her hairstyle!
  The executioner nodded:
  - I see! So much the better, it will burn beautifully!
  At these words, Margarita turned even paler, but did not utter a sound. Only the queen's face became whiter and her eyes brighter.
  Here she is taken away... Her bare feet are chained... There is also a chain around the girl's neck. Her wonderful golden hair is loose on her shoulders. The translucent nightgown barely hides her charms. Her bare legs are beautiful and bare, Margarita tries to mechanically tuck them in.
  She is the very embodiment of innocence. And so beautiful. People are buzzing, boys are whistling, and they are looking at her without taking their eyes off her.
  And Margarita keeps knitting herself a shirt. Some miserable nag is pulling her on a cart, and this allows her to gain time. Margarita knits and silently whispers prayers.
  One of the old ladies roared:
  - Witch! See how she mutters!
  Another granny barked:
  - It's not a prayer book in her hands!
  And shouting at the top of their lungs:
  - Burn the witch! Burn the witch!
  Rotten vegetables and rotten eggs fly at Margarita. The head of the guard shouts:
  - Enough! Or I'll order the archers to shoot!
  And the crowd calms down!
  Finally, the cart pulls up to the scaffold. Margarita is taken off the cart, her bare, round, pink heels flash. She slowly but firmly climbs onto the scaffold. Brushwood is piled in bundles, a huge executioner with a torch in his hands. Everything is ready.
  The king and his nobles are sitting in a special box. The cardinal is on his right. There are guards all around. The execution square is ready. Without stopping knitting, Margarita stands next to the pillar. The executioner's assistant, also a huge hulk in a red robe, grabbed the girl by the shoulders and leaned her against the pillar.
  The clock on the tower began to strike... It was time for the execution... Two tears ran down Margarita's pale cheeks. Her life would soon be over, and he would die in the flames of the fire, and that would be so painful, and at the same time epic.
  The cardinal whispered in the king's ear:
  - It's time, your majesty! It's time to set fire!
  The king said:
  - Herald, read out the charges and the verdict of the church court!
  Another delay, and Margarita began to knit even more intensively.
  The herald read slowly, and there were many points of accusation against the queen, including adultery. Margarita, hearing this, opened her mouth and wanted to answer.
  But she remembered in time that she had to remain silent, and with an effort she clenched her jaws and began to knit a shirt from nettles even faster.
  Finally the reading is over.
  And the verdict was announced:
  - Burn the queen at the stake!
  The executioner, tired of holding a lit torch in his right hand, took the whip in his left hand and hit Margarita on her bare legs. The girl shuddered, but said nothing. Although the blow was strong, the skin burst, and blood flowed.
  The cardinal whispered to the king:
  - It's time to give the order to begin the execution, your majesty! Both the executioner and the audience are already tired of waiting!
  The king answered fiercely:
  - This is your court, so you give it back!
  The cardinal shouted:
  - Burn, executioner! Burn her!
  The executioner first brought the burning torch to Margarita's bare feet; he really wanted the mute to scream.
  The queen's face turned from pale to crimson with pain, she clenched her jaws so tightly that blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. But with a superhuman effort she held back a scream.
  The executioner grinned. His two assistants tightened the chains on the girl. But even chained to the post, Margarita did not ask for knitting.
  And then the executioner set fire to the brushwood. It was soaked in resin and sulfur, and the flames flared up quickly, touching the queen's bare legs... The girl turned pale, her face, crimson with suffering, became whiter than chalk, her head fell to the side, but her hands continued to bind. And the flames rose higher and higher.
  And then twelve pearl-colored swans appeared in the air. They flapped their wings and the flame went out. Margarita raised her head and whispered:
  - It has happened!
  And with unexpected force she began to throw shirts at the swans. And they began to turn into beautiful young men and boys.
  Among them appeared the already familiar face of Serge. The boy was dressed in a smart prince's suit, in boots with spurs. And, clicking his heels, he said enthusiastically:
  - Finally I am free and not a slave!
  Vitya was also next to him in smart clothes and noticed:
  - For five hundred years I haven"t worn pants or shoes!
  Twelve boys were freed from purgatory. The chains that bound Margarita were broken.
  The crowd buzzed:
  - She's a saint! She's innocent!
  Margarita said in a thunderous voice:
  - Now I can speak! Lucifer's power over planet Earth is over.
  And right before our eyes, beautiful roses began to bloom. And elderly people and old men and women began to turn into beautiful young men and women.
  Even the old cardinal, who had turned into a boy of about fifteen, jumped up and remarked:
  - To hell with old illnesses! Now I can and want to dance!
  And finally, humanity found joy and happiness.
  
  HELPING THE BOY KIBALCHISH
  A twelve-year-old boy found himself in the clutches of the bourgeoisie. And the chief bourgeoisie ordered:
  - Give this Malchish-Kibalchish the most terrible torment that exists in the world.
  And the boy was taken to the torture cellar. They tore off his pants and shirt. They hung him naked on the rack. The boy-hero gritted his teeth when they twisted his arms at the shoulders, and said nothing.
  And the chief executioner brought his whip down on the boy. The skin on the boy's back burst and blood flowed. Malchish-Kibalchish was breathing heavily, but holding back his screams.
  The general shouted:
  - Fry his heel!
  And the red-hot iron touched the boy's bare sole. Malchish-Kibalchish screamed, but bit his lip. He had to endure it. It smelled of burnt meat. The executioner burned the sole in parts with the red-hot iron, and the pain came in spurts. Malchish-Kibalchish endured, gritting his teeth, but stubbornly remained silent.
  Here the red-hot iron dug into the other, childish sole of the boy. Then the executioners brought strips of red-hot iron to the chest of the brave boy, burned... Malchish-Kibalchish lost consciousness from pain shock. He was brought to his senses by pouring a bucket of ice water.
  Then the torture continued. This time they started beating the boy with a red-hot wire, and attached electrodes to his arms, legs, and male perfection. And they turned on the current... Malchish-Kibalchish howled from wild pain. He was twisted. But the boy still said nothing. Even though they tortured him very brutally.
  Even the current did not make him talk. They passed the discharges through his dignity and his butt. The boy lost consciousness, they brought him back to his senses. But even this one could not loosen his tongue. And the Red Army was already advancing and smashing the bourgeoisie.
  Then Malchish-Kibalchish was sent through the time channel to an alternative history of the Third Reich, to the basements of the Gestapo.
  In an alternative history, Marcel did not crash his plane. He was not shot down, but crashed accidentally. And here, the number one flying ace managed to survive and continued to rack up scores. It seemed that one pilot, even one as outstanding as Marcel, could not change the course of history. But still, this great ace shot down the plane with Montgomery, the best English commander. And as a result, Rommel defeated the English troops in Egypt in late August and early September.
  The victory allowed them to reach the Suez Canal and block the British route to the sea. The Allies nevertheless tried to land in Morocco and advance into Algeria. They were also beaten there, and Rommel captured more than one hundred and fifty thousand American soldiers. After such a crushing defeat, a shocked Roosevelt agreed to conclude an armistice. Churchill also did not want to fight without America.
  And so the Western Front closed. Having suffered a defeat at Stalingrad, and having partially restored the front after Meinstein's counterattack, the Nazis began preparing an offensive on the Kursk Bulge.
  In addition to the Tigers, Ferdinands and Panthers, they also had the Lion tank. However, Hitler insisted on testing the Maus. This tank was very skeptically assessed by military experts.
  Marseille, having brought the number of downed aircraft to three hundred, was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds again. Becoming the first soldier of the Third Reich to have two such awards at once. And now Marseille was fighting on the Eastern Front. The Russians called him the black devil. The war in the air continued.
  Hitler was slow to attack. The absence of Allied bombing allowed the Germans to fulfill their plans for the production of Panthers and Tigers, and even to launch the ninety-ton Lion into production. This tank was similar in shape to the Panther, but larger and had a 105- millimeter 70 EL cannon. This gun took Soviet tanks from a long distance, but fired only five shots per minute. The Lion's advantage was the sloping armor, especially the sides, which increased its survivability. But its running characteristics were poor, below any criticism.
  The appearance of the "Maus" did not give the Germans anything in principle. But Hitler wanted to test it, and again postponed the offensive.
  Then on August 1, 1943, the Soviet troops rushed into battle themselves. The Nazis expected this, and met the enemy with an iron defense.
  They had time to strengthen themselves. In addition, additional forces were transferred from France and the Balkans, which replaced the Italians and Bulgarians.
  The Germans increased the production of aircraft. The ME-309 appeared at the front. High speed and powerful armament: three 30-millimeter aircraft cannons and four 14-millimeter machine guns.
  The new machine is still fast, up to 740 kilometers, and very dangerous. True, the increased weight reduced maneuverability, especially horizontal, but powerful weapons allowed shooting down Soviet aircraft on the first approach.
  And the Focke-Wulf was distinguished by both speed and the power of its weapons. The Germans also had the Ju-288, a bomber capable of carrying four tons of bombs in its normal version, and as many as six in its overloaded version. This is how it crushed the Red Army.
  The fighting was fierce. The Germans held out, repelling attacks from Soviet units. The Red Army rushed at the enemy and ran out of steam.
  It was not possible to break through Mainstein in the south - the Germans were strong and ready. Only in the Oryol direction were wedges formed. The Germans fought very stubbornly.
  The Panther proved to be a great defensive tank. In September, the Panther-2, with thicker armor, also began to arrive. However, this tank did not justify itself. Heavier, it was worse in defense, as it lost maneuverability. True, it was better protected. Especially in the front and partially in the side. The advantage of the Panther-2 is the greater angle of the armor, which increased the tank's survivability, especially in a head-on battle.
  The Germans somehow held the front... Marseille brought the number of downed planes to five hundred, for which he was awarded a new order, the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds. So Marseille rose very high as an ace pilot.
  Marseille became a true legend of the sky. He was both feared and respected. Including the Red commanders. And Stalin even put a reward on his head: a million gold rubles.
  The Germans not only managed to stop the Red offensive, but also launched a counterattack when the Soviet troops were exhausted. As a result, they broke through the defense, bypassed Kursk, and closed the cauldron. More than half a million Soviet soldiers were captured. The Red Army suffered a crushing defeat and was bled dry. But the battles dragged on until late autumn. And the Germans were only able to approach Voronezh.
  Looking towards winter, the fascists were wary of advancing and settled into a tight defensive position.
  Having suffered heavy losses, Stalin became cautious. He formed new divisions in the winter and tried to increase the production of equipment. Soviet generals counted on new T-34-85 tanks and IS-2, with more powerful guns. It was necessary to resist German iron.
  The Nazis had not yet fully decided on their war strategy. The Panther-2 had been modernized, a narrower turret was installed, increasing protection, and a 900 horsepower engine was installed, significantly improving the vehicle's performance.
  The Tiger-2 appeared in a more advanced modification with a 1000 horsepower engine. And this German machine fought more or less successfully on the fronts.
  But the Lev changed the most. The new Lev-2 tank had a turret shifted back, which allowed the transmission and engine to be installed together and in front of the tank, significantly reducing its height, saving on the kadar shaft. The Lev-2 was compacted, and its weight dropped to seventy tons, which, with a new 1,000 horsepower engine, provided good driving characteristics of the vehicle. And the armor even became thicker on the sides, reaching 120 millimeters. It was a significant improvement, I must say, Lev-2.
  In the sky, the Germans had a jet-powered and durable aircraft in the ME-262 series, with powerful weapons. The HE-162 also appeared - an aircraft that was easy to produce, cheap, light, maneuverable, but quite difficult to control. This aircraft was not destined to become a people's fighter. But some aces switched to it. This model was especially successful for Huffman, who was able to rack up scores on it so quickly that he became the second after Marseille to exceed the figure of five hundred downed aircraft.
  Soviet pilots were now inferior in number to the Germans. The appearance of the Yak-3 was delayed in production due to a shortage of high-quality duralumin, the same with the LA-7, which had not yet entered production. The main fighter was the easy-to-produce Yak-9, which was inferior to the Germans. The fascist aircraft TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, turned out to be successful, tormenting Soviet machines and shooting them down with its weight.
  The Red Army had it harder... The Germans, using large masses of tanks, launched an offensive in the direction of Stalingrad. The battles were bloody. In response, Stalin launched an offensive in the center, but was unable to break through the enemy.
  The Germans dominated the air and could bomb the Soviet troops. And the Red Army tanks were attacked by attack aircraft. And this was happening in very difficult conditions, when there was no help from the allies. And the fascists were putting pressure on themselves.
  The situation was complicated by Turkey's entry into the war. One of the Ottoman generals, bribed by the Germans, gave the order to fire on Soviet troops on the border and go on the offensive. And thus presented the Turkish leadership with a fait accompli. As a result, a second front opened. And a major war unfolded in Transcaucasia.
  During the battles in the sky, the jet bomber "Arado" showed great effectiveness, which Russian pilots could not even catch up with. And this also affected the course of the battles.
  The Germans reached Stalingrad and got bogged down there. But they were still able to break through to the Caspian Sea and cut off the Caucasus by land. And that was definitely a success.
  Stalin was terribly nervous... His Red Army was losing the war. The Caucasus was on the verge of being lost. A strong decision was needed, and the cunning dictator offered Hitler peace. Moreover, he agreed to give up the entire Caucasus and draw the border along the line of Stalingrad, Astrakhan. And further along the border already conquered by the Germans, plus the payment of an annual tribute - bread, cotton, oil and other raw materials. In addition, Stalin asked the USSR to leave Leningrad and lift the blockade in exchange for large territories in Karelia and Murmansk to boot.
  Hitler accepted these conditions, but also demanded Arkhangelsk and the border up to Saratov inclusive, as well as large amounts of tribute. Stalin agreed to this. And so the Germans returned all the prisoners of war and received Baku with its huge oil reserves.
  The war in the East ended objectively with Germany's victory. That's what Goebbels was screaming about.
  But in the USSR they talked about the great victory and wisdom of Stalin, who managed to preserve the Soviet state in extremely difficult conditions. When he was abandoned by his allies, and had to fight with all of Europe and half of Africa.
  Hitler now faced a choice: to finally make peace with the West and digest the already considerable, colossal conquests, not inferior to the empire of Genghis Khan, or to continue the war with America and Britain. Moreover, it was necessary to save Japan.
  The Allies refused Hitler's offer to stop the war with Japan and make peace, leaving behind what they had already captured. So in 1945 the war resumed with renewed vigor.
  Hitler launched an offensive in three directions. From the Caucasus to the Middle East, and then to Iran and India. From Egypt up the Nile River, to Sudan and further south. From the French possessions to the Congo, and further south to South Africa. And in South Africa there are many whites of German descent who are waiting to be liberated. And German troops are moving there. The main problem for Hitler is that he must overcome numerous natural obstacles. And the British and American troops are no match for the Wehrmacht.
  Moreover, in 1945, German designers finally made a successful and perfect tank, the E-50.
  Its chassis turned out to be very passable and quite light, and cheap to produce and easy to repair. The thickness of the armor was like that of the "Tiger"-2, but with large slopes of the armor plates, which increased survivability. The height of the tank was reduced to two meters due to the compaction of the layout system. The engines and transmission were located together and across, and the gearbox on the engine itself. The E-50 was armed with a rapid-fire 88-millimeter cannon with a 100 EL barrel length, making twelve shots per minute.
  The most significant thing is that the weight of this tank was reduced to forty-seven tons, which, together with the 1200 horsepower engine, allowed this machine to literally fly.
  The E-50 was immediately liked by all the military, and they preferred it to the Panther-2. This tank continued to be modernized with the installation of an 88-mm gun, but was discontinued in favor of the more effective E-50.
  The Germans were attacking in different directions. And the local population supported them. Victories followed one after another. The English and Americans were weaker in numbers and had worse quality troops and therefore were hopelessly losing.
  During 1945, the Third Reich took control of all of Africa, Asia, including India and up to Burma, which was captured by the Japanese, and the Middle East.
  And an air offensive began against Britain itself. German jet aircraft attacked the British and Americans... And in the summer of 1946, a landing was carried out, which was successful and Britain fell.
  And in the autumn of 1946, Iceland was also captured.
  The war had already moved to the USA. And it turned out to be quite protracted. The need to transfer troops across the ocean, of course, created problems.
  And America resisted long and stubbornly. The war with the USA lasted for another three years, until Washington was taken and America signed the capitulation.
  The first phase of the Second World War was over. And it seemed we could enjoy peace.
  But Hitler attacked Japan in 1955. He wanted to remove his last serious geopolitical competitor. Hitler attacked on his birthday, April 20. And it was an interesting decision. Nikita Khrushchev had already seized power in the USSR. And Nikita suggested that Hitler fight together.
  Hitler agreed, but in return the USSR could only count on the return of southern Sakhalin, previously captured by the Japanese, and the Kuril Islands, as well as a slight reduction in tribute.
  And so the USSR entered the war with Japan. And everything went up in flames again. And of course, in a better version for Russia than before. And victories were won, by the Red Army after a long period of defeats and shame. And finally it was possible to report something more pleasant than another slap in the face, or a defeated division of the Red Army.
  But Japan, which did not succeed in the Second World War as much as Germany. And being much inferior in economy and weapons technology, was defeated. Its defeat was accelerated by the use of nuclear weapons by the Nazis, with the destruction of the Land of the Rising Sun. Thus the star of the samurai set.
  And the Third Reich subjugated almost the entire world... Only the USSR remained, albeit in a truncated form.
  And so, on April 20, 1958, the Fuhrer's final offensive began. He wanted to put an end to the last, serious obstacle on the path to world domination. And this is a serious intention.
  Nikita Khrushchev is in power in the USSR. Whom almost everyone considers a country bumpkin and a boor, who is nowhere near Stalin. And superman and monster Hitler.
  And Moscow is very close and its superior Wehrmacht forces and pyramidal tanks will certainly take it. The ratio is too unequal.
  But Hitler is still alive... And the six young warriors decided that they needed to finish him off.
  And on May 1, 1958, Oleg Rybachenko and his team attacked Hitler"s residence.
  And again immortal children chop fascists with swords and whistle from their nostrils and navels. Throw grenades with bare feet.
  And the girl's scarlet nipples emit lightning. And Hitler personally tortures Malchish-Kibalchish. The boy is simultaneously: stretched on a rack, cold water is dripped on the top of his head, he is beaten with a whip made of red-hot wire on his back, his heels are fried with fire, and an electric current is passed through his body. A very cruel combination of tortures. And Hitler himself personally participates in the torture of Malchish-Kibalchish.
  But Oleg Rybachenko breaks through the cordons and cuts off the Fuhrer's head with a blow from his magic sword. After which he says:
  - Glory to communism!
  Margarita chops down the executioners and squeals:
  - Glory to the great heroes!
  And with his bare toes he throws a lethal sawdust grenade that tears apart a mass of Fritzes.
  And Oleg Rybachenko begins to sing, composing a whole poem on the go;
  There will be an era, an era of communism,
  We will raise the proud Russian flag...
  Let's smash the faith of fascism brightly,
  We'll punch Hitler in the snout!
  
  Our faith is stronger than steel,
  And leads sacred communism...
  And for us the great leader Stalin,
  And we grow and not a centimeter down!
  
  For the greatness of holy Russia,
  What is capable of defeating the horde...
  Stalin is our great mission,
  And the Russian bear is huge!
  
  We are the almighty greatness of the Family,
  Maybe we can defeat the Fritzes all at once...
  For the Fatherland, happiness and freedom -
  Life is fragile, like a thread of silk, I know!
  
  Believe me, we are not used to being afraid,
  Our strength, Russians for centuries...
  We can fight very hard,
  There will be a dream of a bright Motherland!
  
  From Moscow to Leningrad,
  From the taiga to sunny seas...
  A great reward awaits the fighters,
  My vast Motherland!
  
  We will protect you and expand you,
  And let us raise the banner above the rooftops...
  For the sake of our mother Russia,
  And let the enemy get a fig!
  
  To fight for the greatness of the Motherland,
  Like a stormy, scorching hurricane...
  Believe me, we always knew how to fight,
  Believe me, we'll cross the ocean!
  
  We can do everything, I know that for sure,
  We will be able to defeat the Wehrmacht correctly...
  And with your immaculate honor,
  We can stop this onslaught!
  
  We have the Sun and quasars,
  The wisest tsar in Russia...
  We will strike hard,
  And the order is this: you rule wisely!
  
  We will hang Hitler while playing,
  We will defeat the fascists all at once...
  And the sun of May will be forever,
  And above us in gold are cherubs!
  
  Guys, we are so dashing,
  We will crush any horde...
  And the girls are barefoot in the snow,
  And they laugh, in the middle of a fierce blizzard!
  
  Believe me, the world of communism is beautiful,
  It's good for naked girls...
  There will be peace and happiness on the planet...
  And the boy's chisel is whittling away!
  
  We are such cool warriors,
  We can defeat the dragon too...
  Even if the Fritzes aren't stupid,
  The bear will tear them all apart anyway!
  
  We will not be afraid of Hitler,
  A girl will hit you in the nose with her bare heel...
  The Fuhrer will simply become a clown,
  And I'm not old enough to know more!
  
  And the girls are so barefoot,
  They love to tickle their heels with snow...
  And in the name of Mother Russia,
  We are capable of tearing the Fritzes apart!
  
  Well, where are you heading, fascists?
  You wanted to take Moscow in winter...
  And now you're whining from the pain,
  The girl straightened her braid!
  
  She kicked him in the nose with her bare heel,
  The Fuhrer suddenly fainted...
  After all, the girls are barefoot in the snowdrifts,
  And they have a clot of bodies made of steel!
  
  And the girls chase the Fritzes like that,
  That those sheep are running to the slaughter...
  They can fight so fiercely,
  It's immediately obvious that Hitler is kaput!
  
  Here the fascists were defeated with flying colors,
  And they entered defeated Berlin...
  And the fascists clearly screwed up the war,
  And we will simply conquer the universe!
  
  Well, in short, the power of the Family is with us,
  The Russian man will rule...
  The might of the Fatherland crushed the Wehrmacht,
  And the age of communism has arrived!
  
  HELP TO TSAR ALEXEI THE QUIETEST
  This time it was necessary to help the Russian Tsar Alexei Mikhailovich, during the harsh Russian-Polish war, when Tsarist Russia recaptured Smolensk with nearby lands and half of Ukraine, but was unable to hold on to the already liberated Belarus and the second half of Western Ukraine. And Sweden was not defeated either, despite some successes.
  But Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova are repelling the Polish offensive on Brest, recently taken by the Russian army. Russia's situation is difficult. After the death of Bohdan Khmelnytsky, the hetmans are betraying, and they have to fight. And from the north, Sweden, which is still very strong, is attacking. It has possessions in the Baltics and in Europe. Of course, Russia is in a very tough situation.
  The Poles, having reinforced their troops with mercenaries, are trying to recapture Belarus. Brest is the first city that stands in their way. In real history, it was the army of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth that managed to take it.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova arrived in the city. The barefoot children were greeted unfriendly. True, both immortal warriors look twelve years old by the standards of the twenty-first century, and for the seventeenth century they are teenagers, and already capable of fighting on par with adults. But still, bare feet in cold weather, and Oleg only in shorts, and Margarita in a tunic, inspire suspicion that they are complete ragamuffins. In addition, females rarely fight in those days. But Margarita responded by cutting an apple into eight pieces on the fly. And Oleg into sixteen. After which they were looked at with great respect. And they were even offered to put on morocco boots. But the immortal children refused.
  They don't freeze anyway, and it's much more dexterous to fight barefoot, and you can throw needles and homemade grenades from sawdust with your bare toes. So Brest got a very reliable and fighting pair. There was a frost in the morning and the children left graceful little footprints. However, despite the autumn and the cold weather, they weren't the only ones showing off their bare heels. Boys under fifteen and young women were also barefoot. Only those who had a moustache and a beard were wearing boots or bast shoes. Older women also preferred shoes.
  Of the children, only the children of noble persons wore shoes, only a couple of people.
  Oleg and Margarita took a place on the wall with other teenagers, mostly boys, and only a couple of girls. But there were girls hanging around the cauldrons, too.
  There were many children in those days, and during the war they usually helped adults, especially during a siege.
  Brest was well fortified, with high and thick walls. But the Poles had a very large army, and mercenaries were recruited from all over Europe, especially many Germans. There were not many Russian troops in Brest - some went south to pacify the rebellious hetmans in Ukraine. Others went north to hold back the Swedes. And the Crimean Khan was also attacking from the south. There were also problems with mighty China in the Far East.
  But fortunately the local population is on Russia's side. Many have gathered to defend it. Almost all the children are local. Almost all the Belarusian boys are fair-haired and round-faced. They are pleasant to look at, as is customary for children, they are constantly smiling and laughing. Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova are children only in appearance. They are already old. And they have already spent a decent amount of time in their new bodies and in their old ones too. And that is why they are not as cheerful and jubilant as real children. But in order not to be conspicuous, they also smile. Although the mood is not very good. The weather is gloomy, a nasty fine rain is drizzling.
  The children are constantly moving so as not to freeze. Some are barefoot, but in sheepskin coats, which looks unnatural. On the walls, boys and girls are poking around and bringing firewood, some are pulling cannonballs to the cannons. There are guns here. But they also have homemade catapults. Pots with resin have been prepared for them, which will be lit during the attack. The city is well prepared for defense, although the militia is not very well armed. Many men from the surrounding villages took with them only pitchforks and scythes.
  The harvest was gathered and brought in, so they won't starve us out. Although the siege may drag on.
  Oleg noted with a sigh:
  - I think I would give anything for an hour of playing on the computer!
  Margarita asked with a laugh:
  -And immortality too?
  The boy field marshal shook his head decisively:
  - Immortality no! It has no price!
  Margarita noted with a sigh:
  - It doesn"t matter... Well, let"s fight now and it will be more fun.
  It was not easy to talk to the local boys. The cultural level was too different both in time and age. Oleg was a man of few words. But when he was offered a fight, he readily agreed.
  Her opponent was both older and larger. But to the immortal child, he was just an overgrown oaf.
  Oleg even played to the crowd, allowing his opponent to swing his fists, while he himself dodged, leaving at the last moment. Then, when the boy-field marshal got tired of this, he simply threw the young giant over himself. He fell down, though, jumped up, and Oleg threw him over again, but this time harder. Now the heroic youth rose slowly and did not stand up right away. But anger burned in the teenager's eyes. He grabbed a stake in his hands and rushed at Oleg. The boy-field marshal hit him in the chin with his bare heel in a jump. Tired of playing blind man's buff. This time the young warrior passed out for a long time. But his jaw withstood the cruel blow and did not break.
  Oleg bowed and noted:
  - I'm telling you, dude, you're tired, take a rest!
  And he laughed... Now he felt happier, and the clouds dispersed.
  And here come the Poles to storm. The king personally commands the army. And here a hundred thousand fighters have gathered, by the standards of the seventeenth century a huge armada.
  Oleg Rybachenko shoots from a bow. He pierces a Polish officer, and immediately pulls the bow again and shoots. Margarita Korshunova also shoots. She also shoots very accurately. And most importantly, the immortal children shoot very quickly, not giving the enemy a chance to survive the attack.
  Oleg Rybachenko, sending arrow after arrow, sings:
  - We will fight bravely for Russia,
  Russian knight, he cannot be afraid!
  The boy is really a greyhound. And he chose a special bow for himself, a bowstring that is rarely pulled by an adult strong man with both hands. And the children shoot playfully, and of course, hit the Poles from two miles away. And they hurt them very much. However, there are many more mercenaries here, especially Germans, than Poles.
  Oleg Rybachenko, shooting at the enemy, remembered history. How well this war began for Russia. And first of all thanks to Bohdan Khmelnytsky. The Russians defeated the Poles and reached the old border of Kievan Rus. But now Russia's forces are scattered, and it is extremely important to hold Belarus with a small number of soldiers.
  And there they will deal with the rebellious hetmans, and turn to Warsaw. Or finish off the Swedes. Who are strong.
  Oleg Rybachenko shoots... The Poles have already reached the wall and are setting up ladders. He has to chop them down with swords. Margarita is with him.
  Oleg shouts:
  - I can handle this myself! And you run where it's harder!
  The attack of the Poles is difficult. Although the city is well fortified, and the local Belarusians fight together with the Russians.
  The main thing is that the enemy is more numerous, against the militia with scythes and spears. But on the other hand, there are high walls and heroism of the people.
  Oleg Rybachenko carries out a mill with swords, cutting down five Poles and says:
  - For our victory!
  And the boy threw needles with his bare toes. And so a dozen Poles took and fell.
  The boy-terminator continues to chop up the Poles and sings:
  - Glory to the ideas of great Russia,
  We will conquer the whole world by playing...
  The stars covered the cover like pearls,
  Svarog will be my idol!
  A fighting boy, and very warlike. And if he chops, he chops desperately with force.
  Margarita is also a cool girl. She got immortality and now she's working on it. And with her bare little toes, she throws very deadly needles. And she strikes her opponents to death.
  And the boy and the girl laid down so many enemies. These are the deeds of supermen.
  Oleg Rybachenko throws needles with his bare toes again. This weapon is compact and very effective. You can make a lot of needles, and a large bag will be enough for the whole army. In general, compact is more effective.
  In one of the parallel universes, the designer of the Third Reich simply placed the engine and transmission together and across, and as a result, the Panther became much lower in silhouette, plus a narrow, small turret. And its armor and weapons with an engine of 650 horsepower fit into a weight of only thirty tons and a height of two meters.
  And this "Panther" became a big pain in the ass for the Red Army. Even the Fritzes were able to win at the Kursk Bulge. And the war dragged on for a long time. Even too long.
  Only after Stalin's death in March 1953, peace negotiations finally began... But the war continued, and it was a positional war. Only when Hitler died in December 1957, peace was finally concluded. According to which the border ran along the Dnieper, and Belarus, the Baltics, Right-Bank Ukraine, Moldova, and part of Karelia became part of the Third Reich and its satellites. After Hitler's death, Schellenberg came to power, replacing Himmler, and Germany began to pursue a more moderate policy. However, the one-party system remained, as did the role of the Germans as a core nation in Europe, and partly in Africa.
  Hitler went down in history as a great man, albeit a villain. No landing party of time travelers went to that universe. There was simply a designer more talented than Porsche, who managed to reveal himself. He was in real history, too, but he remained in the background. He managed, however, to develop an excellent E-50 tank with the armor of the Tiger-2 and with more powerful weapons, weighing forty-seven tons. But this machine was never embodied in metal.
  And then he was assigned to make "Panther". And such a mess ensued.
  Oleg Rybachenko chops up Poles and turns them into a bloody mess. And cuts up a meat salad.
  At the same time the boy sings:
  - Glory to Russia forever and ever,
  We will fight bravely for our Motherland...
  And we don't need stupid unnecessary words,
  We are not stupid - we fell down and did push-ups!
  Margarita Korshunova in another place chops down the Poles, and sings, squealing and baring her teeth:
  - The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  We are not afraid of death on the battlefield...
  We will fight for our holy Motherland,
  And I know he will definitely win!
  Immortal children fight so hard that no one can stop them or suppress them.
  The Poles are suffering some damage and the mounds of corpses are growing. Growing like whole mountains.
  Oleg Rybachenko fights and remembers at the same time...
  They carried out one interesting mission during the time of Peter the Great. During the war with the Turks, their six scattered the Sultan's army. As a result, Peter the Great was able to annex part of the territory to Russia, and even Crimea. This accelerated the development of Russia, and changed many things. In particular, Peter the Great did not drink so much, and lived longer than in real history, having managed to pass the throne to his grandson Peter the Second. He, in turn, also did not catch smallpox, and was able to ensure the stable rule of the Romanov dynasty.
  Without coups and civil strife, Russia conquered more territory than in real history. And by the end of the twentieth century, it controlled the entire world. So it turned out wonderfully.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted that even a small intervention can change a lot. And now the Poles have suffered huge losses and the assault has been repelled. But this is certainly not enough.
  A stronger solution was needed. And Oleg suggested that Margarita make a sortie and kill or capture the Polish king.
  Margarita noted:
  - It is better to capture than to kill!
  Oleg is not quite sure:
  - Poland is not an authoritarian country. The Poles can continue to fight with the captive king, or choose a new one!
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - But the struggle for the throne will split them, and play into our hands!
  Oleg agreed:
  - In any case, it will be easier for us to fight without a king!
  The girl nodded:
  - But it's more difficult for the Poles!
  And so the immortal children descended from the wall, and moved towards the camp of mercenaries and Poles. The army is still huge. In real history, he managed to recapture most of Belarus. And the rest was then returned under a peace treaty with the Poles.
  The children saw a sleeping camp, extinguished or still burning fires, and many horses under guard.
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a needle with his bare child's foot, piercing the sentry's head and squeaked:
  - Glory to communism and tsarism!
  Margarita also threw the deadly needle, pierced the enemy and chirped:
  - Glory to the greatness of the era!
  The immortal children moved, for now going around the enemy camp. First of all, they needed to kill the king and two hetmans, and then it would be easier.
  The children's bare feet step silently over their opponents. Here is the Great Royal Tent. The Hetman's men are nearby. And the boy and the girl start chopping down the mercenaries and the Poles. They took hold so firmly, and with such wild frenzy, as if they were really determined to win.
  The boy and girl were chopping with both their magic swords, which cut through metal like blotting paper and extended tens of meters. And they were extremely active, like cutting hair with a razor.
  Margarita threw a dozen thin needles with her bare foot, knocking out her opponents and chirped:
  - And the flag will shine over the universe...
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting through the Poles, added aggressively:
  - There is no more beautiful holy country in the universe!
  Margarita again threw a dozen thin needles with her bare foot, piercing her opponents to death and squeaked:
  - And if necessary, we will die again!
  The boy-terminator, Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the enemies, noted:
  - Our faith will be resurrected in Rodnovery!
  And they fought with the Poles and the king's personal guard. The boy-terminator acted very effectively. And then the boy threw a sawdust grenade with his bare foot and roared:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  And he tore apart a mass of Poles and the King of Poland himself!
  Margarita Korshunova also cut the hetman in half. The girl chirped, baring her teeth:
  - I will be the absolute world champion!
  The children really show great skill in battle. Such a battle unfolded.
  Oleg Rybachenko screams at the top of his lungs in Polish:
  - The Germans killed the king! Beat the Fritzes!
  Margarita is already yelling in German:
  - The Poles attacked us, beat the Poles!
  And the dashing girl also rushes into battle. And she chops up the Poles. Meanwhile, a skirmish began. The Germans, Poles and other mercenaries chopped and shot at each other. Here Margarita threw a bomb with her bare child's foot and tore up the German duke. This inflamed the situation. And the battle became more and more aggressive.
  Mutual slaughter and extermination began. They killed each other without any doubt or pity. Warriors died in the thousands.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Magnitnaya worked with swords as if waving fans. And they cut down the enemies of Russia in large numbers.
  Margarita threw needles with her bare foot, struck the Poles and said with a smile:
  - I am a super girl!
  Oleg Rybachenko also threw needles with his bare toes, hit his opponents and squeaked:
  - Now get going!
  And again the children began to tear apart the Polish troops and mercenaries, so much so that they literally bled to death. And the young warriors demonstrated the highest aerobatics and combat skills. They are so really cool.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down Russia"s enemies, sang:
  - And they go to sea, the brave guys!
  Margarita threw the needles with her bare foot again and squeaked:
  - Sea element! Sea element!
  A warrior, as usual, of the highest class, she is a fighter. And she cannot be stopped or defeated.
  Oleg cuts down the Polish army, and suddenly he whistles. And thousands of crows faint, breaking the skulls of the Poles and mercenaries.
  Margarita also took up whistling and also sent crows flying at the enemies. They suffered heart attacks and fell to their deaths as if they had been run over by horses' hooves.
  The girl cooed:
  - Glory to our Motherland Russia!
  And again her bare feet threw a grenade of deadly force made of coal. And how it exploded, and the mass of enemies was blown away.
  Margarita sang, baring her teeth:
  - Glory to the valiant Fatherland,
  Let's live under communism!
  And the girl made a mill with her swords, cut through the mass of opponents and squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - Hail to holy communism!
  And her bare heel hit the German Duke in the forehead, breaking the enemy"s skull.
  Margarita cooed:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland, free for centuries!
  And the girl again starts whistling at the top of her lungs... And whole hordes of crows fall upon the Poles.
  And they literally pierce right through them.
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded approvingly, cutting through the Poles with his swords like a mill:
  - I am the great world champion!
  And so the boy's bare toes again threw a coal grenade, tearing apart his opponents.
  The boy was indeed very dashing and tough. And he nailed Russia's enemies without any mercy.
  Margarita, crushing the enemies, squeaked:
  - It carried me away, carried me away somewhere, it carried me away!
  And so the girl, with her bare toes, throws a gift of lethal force to death.
  And he will tear apart a hundred Poles. And he will roar at the top of his lungs:
  - For holy Russia!
  And with a bare child's heel he will give the gift of destruction.
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to fight and sang:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism! For life and freedom!
  And with his bare heel the boy gave the gift of annihilation...
  At that moment, Russian warriors made a sortie from Brest. And they fell upon the already bloodless and stupefied army of the Poles. Unable to withstand the crushing blow of the Russian warriors, they fled.
  And then Natasha, Zoya, Augustina, and Svetlana entered the battle and began to crush the foreign army.
  This is how these witch girls took on the Poles.
  Natasha slashed with her swords. She threw a grenade of deadly force with her bare foot, tearing apart the soldiers. Then the girl tore her bra and a deadly lightning bolt shot out from her scarlet nipple.
  And he will roar:
  - Glory to the Fatherland, under communism!
  Zoya also chops aggressively. She will take and conduct a mill with her swords. Then with her bare toes she will throw an explosive packet of death from sawdust. And then she will take and shoot with her crimson nipples. And she will destroy a large mass of fighters.
  And it squeaks:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of Communism!
  Augustina used her swords in a fan-style attack, cutting down a mass of Poles. She then released a bolt of lightning from her ruby nipple, roasting an entire battalion of mercenaries. Then she threw a deadly charge at the enemy with her bare toes.
  And she cooed:
  - For my great victories!
  Svetlana also chops opponents boldly. And carries out combat techniques, including a turtle with swords. And then with a bare heel she will give an explosive package. And after from strawberry nipples as she will release capital destruction. And crush a bunch of Poles.
  And he will roar:
  - My holy communism!
  The warrior, as you can see, has a huge coolness. And she chops enemies like firewood with an axe. A delightful beauty.
  Four girls chopped down this army as if a cultivator were loosening the earth.
  Oleg Rybachenko, while fighting the Poles, recalled another strategy and alternative history.
  In it Napoleon Bonaparte refused to march on Russia. The reason - Alexander the First, fearing defeat, sent rich gifts, a promise of eternal friendship, and even an agreement not only to observe the continental blockade, but even to send France a large amount of bread, hemp, and butter for free.
  Napoleon, seeing that there was no reason to invade, softened a little. In addition, Alexander I declared that he was not at all against France taking Constantinople. Napoleon was satisfied with this.
  Bonaparte began a campaign against Turkey. It is clear that this is not a rival for him. The French were more hampered by the terrain, the stretched communications and lice than by the Turkish troops, especially since the Russian army had managed to grind down almost all combat-ready units.
  Napoleon entered Constantinople, or Istanbul for the Turks. And then he made several more campaigns, conquering the Ottoman Empire. Including reoccupying Egypt. And then continuing his movement through North Africa. And through the Middle East. And so on, up the Nile to Sudan, and conquering more and more territory.
  But this took time, and the campaign against Russia was postponed and postponed.
  Until Alexander I died in 1825. The Decembrists' attempted coup became a pretext for Napoleon to begin the invasion. Napoleon had not been poisoned with arsenic, and he was still strong. He already had three sons, and the dynasty was strengthened.
  Russia under Nikolai II was not ready for war. Many commanders were already in the grave. And the people were dissatisfied with the autocracy. And Napoleon's troops were more numerous.
  And so, after several unsuccessful battles for Russia, Napoleon took Moscow and approached St. Petersburg...
  And then Russia was saved from occupation, of course, by a landing party of time travelers. And Oleg Rybachenko together with the girls, very brave and strong witches.
  Napoleon was beaten and fled Russia. But his empire did not fall apart. Because a peasant rebellion began in Russia, caused by Napoleon's abolition of serfdom.
  And while it was suppressed, they did not go to Europe. In the end, serfdom had to be abolished in Russia.
  Oleg Rybachenko did not watch what happened next. In any case, the victory was won.
  And now they have defeated the Poles and driven them away from Brest. A major victory!
  But that's not enough. The main threat comes from the Swedes. And Russian troops are just heading to besiege Riga.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova run towards the Russian army. Their bare heels, as if flashing.
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - You and I are eternal children... It's so romantic!
  Oleg agreed with this:
  - Yes, very romantic. I really, as a boy, immediately felt a surge of energy and a cheerful mood. A young body, and even a superman. And you feel as if you have no worries and no problems!
  Margarita jumped higher, knocked down the bump with her bare heel and noted:
  - No problem with that!
  Oleg noted, running further:
  - That's what's good about being a boy. You can blurt out any joke, any vulgarity, absolutely any stupidity, and everyone will just laugh. And no one will think you're a fool.
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - Maybe... Although being an eternal girl gets boring. It's somehow easier for a boy, but not quite so for me!
  Oleg chuckled and noted:
  - Well, never mind, we are immortal. Sooner or later we will live to see the future and learn to change our bodies there!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Yes, we will learn. And a man can become a woman, and a woman a man!
  Oleg confirmed:
  - And there will be no problems with sexual minorities!
  On the way, the immortal children came across a Swedish detachment. The boy and girl chopped them down without further ado. It was extremely simple.
  And they ran on.
  Immortal children rush, flashing their bare, round heels. And again they start talking.
  Terminator Boy notes:
  - In the movie "Highlander", there was also an episode with the acquisition of immortality. And it is, of course, cool to live five hundred years. And some lived even longer...
  Margarita Magnitnaya noted with a laugh:
  - And how does this overload the psyche? The memory of many centuries!
  Oleg Rybachenko chuckled and remarked:
  - It's overwhelming... Really overwhelming! But if you're in a child's body, you perceive everything much easier!
  Margarita noted, laughing:
  - You kill so many people, but you perceive it as if it were a computer game. Without feeling any pain, shock, or shame!
  Oleg chuckled and noted, laughing:
  - Yes indeed, my bare, childish feet are splashing through puddles of blood, and it feels good and fun!
  The boy looked at the graceful traces left by his beautiful feet, at the frost. And it should be noted that it looks like an ornament. And he has been a child for many years. And this is great. Always in a good mood. The body of a superman affects the mood and mentality of an eternal boy.
  Oleg Rybachenko just started singing, composing on the fly;
  The planet recognizes the greatness of Russia,
  And the enemies will all fall to their knees...
  We will easily build a boundless paradise,
  For the glory of people and great generations!
  
  May the Fatherland be united forever,
  Russia shines like the sun over the world...
  Cherubim slash with steel swords,
  And Tsar Nicholas is like a great messiah!
  
  We will make the Motherland, believe me, more beautiful,
  The tricolor flagpole will shine over the world...
  After all, believe me, it"s dangerous to fight with Russians,
  And he will be held in high esteem, believe me, not Cain!
  
  Here are our swords that sparkle like diamonds,
  Fascists and others will be hacked to death while playing...
  And the coats of arms will shine with bright gold,
  All together, Russians and Belarusians!
  
  In the name of the Fatherland, the boundless sun,
  Its bright rays fly over the world...
  I believe that Russia will be saved from hell,
  And Svarog will become the greatest idol!
  
  Here is our country, the greatest in the world,
  And there is no one more beautiful in the whole world...
  In the name of boundless, mighty Russia,
  May the whole generation experience Russian happiness!
  
  The enemy doesn't know that he will be beaten,
  The Russian bayonets will tear him to pieces...
  We will soon discover fierce views,
  And heaven and earth will be in valiant power!
  
  Our two-headed eagle soars above the planet,
  Everything points the way to the glory of the universe...
  Here you know the heroism sung in poems,
  Our fighters are unfailing in battle!
  
  We hold both Maria and Lada in high esteem,
  Perun and Svarog, and the Lord Jesus...
  Believe me, you are bringing salvation to people...
  The purse that was empty will be filled with goodness!
  
  In the name of Russia, our beautiful homeland,
  Where are the pearls of snow, the crystal of emeralds...
  Where our Ukrainian, Tatar and Russian are united,
  And the nerves of the people are like cast steel!
  
  In short, when we cut down the dragon president,
  The era of great tsars will come to Russia...
  And there will be order, believe me, such a glorious new one,
  Everyone who is a brave sparrow will be an eagle!
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  The storming of Riga was of decisive importance for the entire northern company. Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana joined Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova.
  And it was very dashing.
  Oleg Rybachenko, not paying attention to the shots - they are in the immortals, do not hit, climbed the wall. He performed a mill reception with his swords.
  He cut down a bunch of Swedes, and then with the bare toes of his children's feet he threw a deadly gift of death.
  He tore apart a bunch of opponents and roared:
  - Glory to the era of communism with the royal crown!
  After which the boy-terminator will suddenly start whistling. And clouds of crows will fall on the heads of the Scandinavian warriors.
  Margarita Korshunova also chops the warriors of Sweden. And conducts a spin, cutting down the warriors of Scandinavia. And with her bare heel the girl sends a gift of destruction, striking the enemy.
  After which he roars:
  - Glory to the new Aryan communism!
  And the girl will take it and release lightning from her belly button... And a whole bunch of Swedes will burn.
  After which the children whistle in chorus, and thousands of crows fall on the heads of the Swedes.
  Natasha, chopping down her opponents and throwing needles with her bare toes, cooed:
  - Glory to Great Russia!
  And from the scarlet nipple it will release a deadly lightning. And it will burn a whole battalion of Swedes.
  Zoya, chopping down enemies and throwing grenades with her bare toes, hissed:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  And from the raspberry nipple something very deadly will shoot out. And it will crush the opponents.
  Augustina also fights, with extreme aggressiveness. She crushes her opponents, and sends deadly lightning bolts from her ruby nipples. And with her bare heel she throws an explosive packet of sawdust that tears apart her enemies.
  After which he yells:
  - For communism throughout the universe!
  And from the navel he will strike like lightning!
  This girl is a girl to all girls!
  Svetlana also fights. And she chops enemies with both swords. They are extended, and with one swing she mows down dozens of people. And then the girl with her bare toes throws another, murderous gift of death and tears her opponents apart. And how will her strawberry nipples release something destructive and inimitable?
  Svetlana screams:
  - For the Aryan ideas of communism!
  And from her navel she releases a whole cascade of lethal lightning bolts. This is a girl - all for girls, girl!
  Oleg Rybachenko continues to fight. The boy chops with swords, throws discs with his bare toes, and whistles. The crows, having suffered heart attacks, knock out their opponents completely, and do not give them the slightest chance of salvation.
  And the boy sings:
  - I love your open spaces,
  I love your forests and mountains!
  Heaven and earth, and my role!
  Margarita, chopping down the Swedes, and throwing death packages with her bare feet, and chopping up her opponents, yelped::
  - The sun is shining over the country...
  Saluting...
  You have a native country -
  Everything in the world exists!
  And again the girl whistled, and deadly gifts of annihilation rained down on the enemies.
  Riga, of course, was taken easily. It was very cool. The city was captured almost immediately.
  And the tsarist Russia of Alexei Mikhailovich won playfully. But the war is not over yet.
  Russian troops need to drive the Swedes out of other lands as well. The Russians took Dorpat themselves, and without the help of time travelers. But Reval is much more serious, and in this case, the Swedes are helping it by sea.
  So the mission of the famous six is not over. And they are going to storm Revel.
  Oleg Rybachenko chopped the Swedes with swords. At the same time, his bare, childish feet threw gifts of death, destroying the enemies of Russia. The cool boy logically noted:
  - It's strange to kill the Swedes. They are a good people and a prosperous country!
  Margarita, chopping down the warriors of Scandinavia, and cutting up the fighters, throwing discs with her bare feet, noted:
  - It's not nice to treat the Swedes like that. It's somewhat reminiscent of historical strategies. There are two paths: to fight, or to build paradise on earth. Depending on your choice, you get missions. As they say, in a military mission, building paradise will be more difficult!
  Oleg Rybachenko cut down a mass of Swedes with one swing of his extended swords and shook his head:
  - That's another story. I noticed that in the game "Cleopatra", in military missions, as a rule, there are no problems with beer. But in peaceful ones, sometimes, barley can only be transported, and this creates problems.
  Margarita performed a spin, cutting down her opponents, and baring her teeth, sang:
  - Rivers, seas, straits... How much harm they cause!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw an explosive packet of sawdust with the bare toes of his childish foot and sang:
  - It's not beer that kills people! It's water that kills people!
  The boy-terminator is really as energetic as the boy from the cartoon about Conan.
  And again he whistles, bringing down the crows on the Swedes.
  Natasha, chopping opponents and baring her teeth, conducting a mill, aggressively bared her teeth. Here she is, what a lively warrior. And here are her bare toes, as if throwing an explosive packet of deadly force, tearing the warriors of Scandinavia into small pieces.
  The girl from the scarlet nipples will send lightning. She will burn a couple of hundred Swedes, and purr:
  - There will be an era of the greatest communism!
  And after that, as the tongue shows. This is a girl, the highest class in her.
  Zoya also chops down enemies. She doesn't give them a break or a chance. And she uses her swords to perform a butterfly technique. She cuts down opponents, cuts through dozens of Swedes. And then she launches an explosive packet of sawdust with her bare toes. She tears the enemies apart and chirps:
  - Glory to the great Russia of tsars and victors!
  And from the raspberry nipple, as it releases a gift of death and a pulsar of destruction.
  Here is Augustina fighting - a combat girl of the extra class. Here she will take and throw a pea with explosives at the enemy with her bare heel. She will tear the enemies to shreds.
  And then from the ruby nipples it will shoot out like a lightning bolt. And it will burn the enemies to the ground.
  And he will scream at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of Communism!
  Svetlana also fights with great enthusiasm. And she chops down her enemies with wild frenzy and fury. And with her bare toes she throws a grenade of coals, which tears apart a crowd of Swedes. And then her strawberry nipples will release lightning. And they will burn a battalion of Scandinavian fighters. This is a girl, a pure witch and a terminator.
  Svetlana sang:
  - I am the great warrior of the seven seas,
  And I sing so wonderfully - like a nightingale!
  And he will laugh out loud.
  Revel fell with a bang.
  And the Swedes were defeated. But to finally consolidate their position, they also needed to take Narva and Vyborg.
  Oleg Rybachenko, Margarita Korshunova and a team of witch girls storm Narva.
  And they fight like real heroes. Although they still look like children. And the witch girls look like they are about twenty years old, although they are already so old that people do not live that long.
  Oleg Rybachenko cut the Swedes on the wall, using the cuttlefish technique with his swords. Then, with his bare toes, he threw a grenade of deadly force, tearing the Swedes to shreds. Afterwards, the boy will traditionally whistle, knocking the crows onto the heads of the Scandinavian soldiers.
  Oleg sang:
  - And the boiling darkness of evil monsters flew to the land!
  And the boy again ran the swords through a whole mill. And so he crushes his opponents, and literally exterminates them.
  Margarita also cuts like a giant. The girl swung her swords at full speed. And with her bare heel she will give the gift of death. And she destroys the Swedes without pity or doubt.
  The girl took it and sang:
  - There will be a frisky communism, fascism will be destroyed at once!
  Oleg Rybachenko held a samovar reception, chopping up the Swedes and noted:
  - Fascism was destroyed at once!
  The fight became more and more uncontrollable.
  Especially when Natasha started throwing stars with her bare toes, each of which destroyed a hundred Swedes at once. And if lightning bolts shot out of her scarlet nipples, it would burn the opponents.
  The girl cooed:
  - I am the strongest in the world, I will wipe out all my enemies in the toilet!
  Zoya, firing at the enemies, squeaked:
  - Glory to communism!
  And with his bare toes he launches a deadly grenade of the most destructive power.
  And she's a super girl in general. She launches the wildest and most frantic lightning bolts from her raspberry nipple.
  Augustina, cutting down the Swedes and slicing through her opponents, gasped:
  - For changes for the better!
  And with his bare toes he will launch a lethal explosive packet of sawdust. And he will tear his opponents apart.
  And then, with ruby nipples, it will give off a discharge of destructive lightning and annihilation.
  Svetlana, smashing the enemy with swords and kicking a grenade with her bare heel, cooed:
  - For communism!
  And from the strawberry nipple it will release such a murderous thing that all the devils will become sick.
  The girls, I must say, tried their best, and Narva fell...
  And Vyborg is being stormed by an aggressive team. For whom even the sea is knee-deep.
  Oleg Rybachenko, while cutting down the Swedes on the city wall, remembered the AI, where German E-series tanks fought.
  There the course of history changed a little, because Rommel received reinforcements a little earlier, and full power over the Italian and German troops. And he was able to carry out a crushing blow to the American troops in Algeria. The defeat of the USA was complete, more than one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers were captured. Roosevelt was so shocked that he immediately offered the Nazis a truce. They, of course, accepted it. Well, Churchill, of course, did not want to fight without America and also stopped fire for a while.
  The Allies agreed to freeze the war, but on one condition: the Germans would freeze the final solution to the Jewish question.
  Hitler, in need of new strength, was ready to promise anything.
  The war in the West froze... And the fascists again postponed the offensive on the Kursk Bulge in order to fully staff all tank divisions and receive the "Lion", "Maus", and "Tiger"-2 by the start of the offensive.
  The absence of bombing in the West, and the supply of labor from French and African possessions, along with oil, made it possible to significantly increase the production of weapons.
  But the newest tanks took time. While the Fritzes were deploying them, August arrived and Stalin had already begun his offensive. The Nazis were ready for this. They concentrated significant forces in the Oryol direction and even more in the Kharkov direction. They managed to dig many trenches and fortifications.
  Besides, Panthers and Tigers were produced more than in real history, and they are much better at defense than at attack. Especially the Panther, a great tank destroyer, firing fifteen shots a minute.
  And it can penetrate a T-34 from two kilometers straight in. You can't hide from such a "Panther"...
  Moreover, the Germans more or less managed to reconnoiter and obtain plans for the offensive. Yes, in principle, how the Russians will attack and where is obvious. To Kharkov and Belgorod - to recapture Donbass, and on the Oryol salient.
  The fascists brought in additional forces from France and the Balkans, replacing them with Italian and Bulgarian units. And they were able to assemble a sufficient number of divisions to take and fight back in a tight defense.
  And in late autumn, the Maus, the Lev, and the Tiger-2 finally appeared at the front. And also the Panther-2, although simplified, with the same gun, but more armored.
  However, the new tanks did not particularly show themselves in winter conditions. Especially the Maus, which is a problem to transport, and transportation is associated with great difficulties. And the Lev is not a very good vehicle. Moreover, the engine of eight hundred horsepower is weak for ninety tons. And there are problems with the Tiger-2. Tanks break down, and if they drive a little better than in real history, it is only because there is no shortage of alloying elements, and bauxite deposits in Ukraine can be used.
  By the way, the Tiger-2, being a higher quality metal, did not break down as often as in real history, and had stronger armor. And it proved to be much more practical than the Lev. Nominally, the Lev's gun was more powerful at 105 mm, versus 88, with approximately the same muzzle velocity. But in practice, this did not give the Germans anything. So, it is still not very realistic to hit the Soviet T-34s from a long distance. And the Tiger-2 can be defeated from three and a half kilometers. There is no other meaning - you won't hit, especially if the enemy is moving.
  The Lev tank, weighing ninety tons, had no advantages over the Tiger-2 in armor, except for the front of the turret. But in practice, both the 185-mm Tiger-2 guns are quite sufficient, and the 240-mm Lev guns are excessive, because of which only the turret rotates more slowly. And the speed, with engines of almost equal power, is much lower, and there are more breakdowns. And the Mauses, twice as heavy as the Lev, require a copper transmission, and are only better in armor. The Maus cannon, 128 mm, is even worse in practice than the Tiger-2. Yes, it is more powerful, but the rate of fire and the supply of shells are lower. Yes, they hit better at a distance, but it is also harder to hit.
  The only advantage of the "Maus" is that it cannot be penetrated from the sides, but it can be destroyed from the air, and rammed by a nimble T-34. So the "Maus" did not justify itself.
  But in winter the Germans were able to avoid the collapse of the fronts. In particular, the production of the "Panther" rose to six hundred vehicles per month, and this tank received a more powerful engine, and a better chassis, and was able to fight satisfactorily in winter. It grew, and the T-4 was released, which in a modernized version was even superior to the T-34-76, and could be a good help. The light self-propelled guns of the Third Reich were strong. German aircraft received a very effective 30-mm aircraft cannon, and took over the Russians. The most important thing is that now the Germans have all the aviation on the eastern front, and they, without experiencing problems with bombing, caught up with the USSR in the production of aircraft. And the Germans will probably have better weapons and speed. And the aces have more experience.
  So the Red Army had no advantage in the sky, and the Germans had strengthened their positions on land.
  Hitler acted more cautiously in defense. And now the fascists could more or less make ends meet. The war became more like the First World War. Moreover, if anyone attacked, it was the Red Army. And Hitler tried to save his strength and form new divisions from foreigners and former Soviet citizens.
  Besides, the Fuhrer really hoped for a miracle weapon, and therefore refrained from large offensive actions for now. The Germans worked somewhat better in intelligence. However, it was easier for them than in real history. Since Stalin was rather stubborn and demanded to take Orel and Kharkov. In real history, they were taken back in August and began to be in other directions. But here the Nazis held out, and Stalin stubbornly demanded to fulfill what had been planned earlier.
  This made it easier for the Germans to defend. Orel became something like Rzhev. When the Soviet command persistently fired at one point. And the Germans, as practice showed, when they are ready, they can repel an attack. Moreover, thanks to peace in the West, the Red Army has a small advantage in strength. And in the air, the Luftwaffe again has dominance. Which is stronger in both numbers and quality.
  The new 30-millimeter cannon of the Germans could shoot down a Soviet plane with one hit and fired six hundred shots per minute. Of course, with such power it was not easy for the Soviet pilots. And the quantitative superiority quickly shifted to the Germans.
  And in tanks the Nazis are stronger in quality and power, and are slightly inferior in quantity. Tank production is rapidly increasing. And the T-4 is good in quantity, quality, and technology, so it is still being produced.
  Yes, the Germans were able to hold out, this time through the winter. They avoided a catastrophe. In part because of Stalin's stubborn desire to attack in the same place.
  Plus, the offensive near Leningrad was insufficiently provided with forces, and the Germans were able to repel it. The Red Army was unable to break through in the center.
  In the spring, the Germans were still defending themselves. Stalin was counting on new tanks - the IS-2 and the T-34-85. They were more powerful than the previous ones. The Panther-2 was not much different from the simple Panther and was produced in small quantities. But this tank was equipped with a new 88-millimeter cannon and a more powerful 900-horsepower engine.
  Now the "Panther two" with a weight of fifty-three tons received good running characteristics, and very decent frontal armor. The new narrow turret had a frontal thickness of 150 mm. And the frontal hull of 120 mm. It was due to the large slopes of the sheets, comparable to the "Tiger"-2. The latter tank was also modernized. It was installed with a 1000 horsepower engine, which gave acceptable running characteristics and increased reliability. "Panther"-2, even renamed "Panther"-3. But the most significant modernization was experienced by "Lion". In it, Porsche really made a revolutionary decision. The engine and transmission were located in one block in the front part of the tank, and the turret was shifted to the rear.
  And the "Lev"-2 became lower in silhouette, due to savings on the kadar shaft. The weight of the vehicle was noticeably reduced. Instead of a 105-millimeter gun, they installed an 88-millimeter gun with a 100EL barrel length. And the turret was narrowed. And the engine became 1000 horsepower. The frontal armor remained the same: 150-millimeter hull, but with a large slope. But the side armor increased by a third from 82-millimeters to 125... And the weight of the tank, on the contrary, decreased by twenty tons.
  The result was a vehicle that was well protected from the sides and excellent from the front, with decent driving characteristics.
  And let this tank start smashing Soviet vehicles...
  Plus, there was also the German jet aviation in the sky. By June, there were already more than a thousand ME-262s in the sky. The machines broke down much less often than in real history due to the better quality of the metal, and showed their best qualities. Both speed and powerful armament and survivability. The USSR could launch the Yak-3 only in small quantities due to a shortage of duralumin and also in small quantities of the LA-7.
  The Germans still maintained and even increased their air superiority. The TA-152 proved to be a more advanced and successful multi-purpose aircraft than the Focke-Wulf. And the Ju-488 proved to be the best four-engine propeller-driven bomber in the world. And then there were the Arado series of jet aircraft.
  You can't envy the Red Army.
  But for now the Germans are still on the defensive. Hitler wants to restructure tank production to the E series... And here, of course, first of all, it is the E-50 tank. The Fuhrer wants this machine to have excellent protection from all sides. And high-quality armament, and driving performance. And until such a tank is available, there is no point in attacking.
  So for now the Fritzes are in deep defense. In the summer, Stalin ordered an offensive in the direction of Smolensk. Fierce battles dragged on until late autumn, the Red Army was able to advance only fifteen kilometers. Stalin was furious. An attempt to advance in the south in August also failed. In the winter, the Soviet troops tested the Germans' strength again, but were unsuccessful.
  And so in May 1945, the fascists finally began to attack themselves... But they also did not achieve success. They only slightly penetrated the Red Army's positions...
  The era of positional warfare of attrition had arrived. Until March 1953, the front line was stagnant. But after Stalin's death, the Nazis regained their spirit and went on the offensive on the southern flank. Beria's arrest and the struggle for power led to the fascists being able to seize the Caucasus, and their success was also facilitated by the fact that Turkey entered the war on their side.
  In 1954, the Wehrmacht tried to attack Moscow. But the Red Army, using jet aircraft and a powerful defense, was able to repel the attack. The following year, 1955, the fascists wanted to attack again and threw all their forces... But again the Red Army repelled the attack. 1956 came. And again the fascists' attack on Moscow was repelled by the Red Army.
  Hitler stubbornly continued the war. But on May 1, 1957, at the age of sixty-eight, the Fuhrer crashed during a flight. A cruel catastrophe.
  The Third Reich left the war... The US and Britain, having nuclear weapons, forced both sides to negotiate.
  In the end, peace was signed. The Germans got what they managed to seize... And the USSR lost a lot... Khrushchev seized power in the USSR after Stalin. But Shelepin came to power after him. And taking advantage of the fact that a civil war had begun in the Third Reich, including with the participation of Hitler's descendants, Shelepin began a revenge battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko and the team of witch girls took part in this, but that's another story. And of course the Third Reich was smashed to pieces.
  How Vyborg was taken here... After which followed the final battle with the Swedes, in which their king also participated.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova hacked with swords and threw grenades with bare feet.
  The boy, having run his swords through his favorite mill, muttered:
  - For communism throughout the planet!
  The girl also made a butterfly with her swords and confirmed:
  - Even children know that Lenin was right!
  Natasha and her team did the same. And they used their bare, chiseled legs, and shot lightning bolts from their scarlet nipples. They are very combative and extremely cool girls.
  Natasha even noted:
  - Everyone is miserable in hell... But without hell, it"s boring!
  And the girl from the navel hits like a pulsam.
  And then the whole six started whistling.
  And thousands of crows will fall on the Swedes, breaking their heads and helmets.
  But Oleg Rybachenko threw a piece of antimatter with his bare toes. And an entire regiment of Swedish troops was destroyed, along with the king, of course.
  Another resounding victory for Russian weapons.
  And Sweden left the war. And the hetman was pacified by Russian soldiers. Now it is possible to go to Warsaw. And further to Krakow.
  Oleg Rybachenko and his team are, of course, in the forefront. Now there is an opportunity, especially when the king is killed, to put Alexei Mikhailovich, the Russian Tsar, on the throne.
  And the Russian army goes on, marching victoriously.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the era of communism and Russian tsarism!
  Margarita blurted out:
  - Glory to heroism!
  And so the guys went to storm Warsaw, where the Polish army was hiding behind high walls.
  Oleg Rybachenko chopped up the Poles and cut them into torn meat. And with his bare toes he threw grenades of deadly force.
  At the same time the boy shouted:
  - Glory to the era of communism, glory to all the heroes!
  And how the boy-terminator will whistle. And again crows will fall on the heads of the Poles.
  Margarita, cutting through the opponents with a mill, and throwing explosive packages of sawdust with her bare, childish feet, and smashing the enemies. And the warrior squealed:
  - Glory to the era of tsarism! And to the Russian tsars of communism!
  The boy and girl stormed Warsaw in a very militant manner.
  And here Natasha fights with all her frantic and furious strength. And her scarlet nipples erupt cascades of lightning.
  And bare, chiseled feet throw grenades of colossal power from the coals. And the girl roars:
  - Oh, communism, communism, communism!
  And with his bare heel he will kick the gift of death.
  Zoya also fights, with indescribable fury. And she will take and make a steep mill. And with her bare toes she will launch a grenade of deadly force, tearing apart opponents. And then from her crimson nipples she will give a pulsar, incinerating the enemy.
  An entire regiment of Poles burned from a powerful gift released from the chest.
  And here is Augustina in a fierce battle. The girl fights like a panther. And with her bare toes she throws a deadly grenade. And from her ruby nipples she launches lightning. And strikes down the enemies. And burns whole regiments at once, on the spot.
  And while doing this he also sings:
  - Glory to Russia! Great glory!
  And again from the navel, like a pulsar, it will strike and burn everyone.
  And here is Svetlana who fights. She is a girl of quite a fighting caliber, and with furious quirks. And she will take and throw a deadly grenade with her bare toes.
  And from the strawberry nipples it will release murderous pulsars, cascading, colossal power. And it will roar:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of Communism and Tsarism!
  And now Warsaw has also fallen... Russian troops occupy Poland and march on Krakow.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita take part in the storming of this city. This time they are already without Natasha. The team of witch girls is carrying out another mission. However, this time they did not have to fight for long. And so the immortal children planted the Russian flag on the central tower. Such an impressive victory.
  And the children sang in chorus:
  - Who is the wisest of all in the world,
  Great Tsar Alexei!
  Thus, Russia, which had already made significant progress into Siberia, took and conquered the Baltics and Poland.
  Well, these are already decent seizures. There was no Stenka Razin rebellion. And Tsarist Russia under Alexei Mikhailovich also fought with Turkey.
  And then Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova distinguished themselves... They fought with all the heroism and magnificent endurance.
  And again they threw grenades with their bare toes and whistled, dropping birds on the heads of the Turks. Both the boy and the girl showed their super powers.
  They were such magnificent warriors, top class and simply super.
  Türkiye was defeated in the Balkans and ceded Crimea and a lot of other lands to Russia.
  In the midst of the fighting, Natasha and her witch friends arrived again. And they did such a thing to the Turks. They killed so many of them and maimed so many.
  Natasha released lightning from her scarlet nipple. She burned an entire Turkish division.
  And then Zoya fired a pulsar from her crimson nipple, and sank and burned a dozen Turkish ships at once.
  Augustine slapped her ruby nipples. And overturned a dozen ships of the Ottoman Empire, including the flagship.
  Svetlana also hit with a destructive force from her strawberry nipples. She destroyed a mass of opponents. And chirped:
  - For the royal and greatest empire!
  And so Constantinople was taken. The Ottoman Empire fell apart. And now Russia could conquer it without the help of time travelers.
  And Peter the Great, the son of Alexei Mikhailovich, also needs to be given at least something to do.
  Oleg Rybachenko and his team returned with great triumph.
  
  DARTH VADER AND THE THIRD REICH
  Darth Vader hovered over British territory in a combat starship. British aircraft immediately attacked him. The combat starship met them with shots from laser cannons. After all, this was a flagship battleship, an impressive power. Its computer-guided guns easily burned British fighters and bombers. And British anti-aircraft guns and guns of various calibers could not penetrate the alloy armor of the space battleship. After all, this metal is a couple of hundred times stronger than titanium. And armor of such thickness cannot be taken even by an atomic bomb.
  Darth Vader ordered the destruction of all nearby aircraft to attack the government district of London.
  Churchill and his entire government were killed by the hyperplasmic wave. They didn't have a chance. No bunker could protect them from that.
  The parliament also perished.
  Darth Vader croaked:
  - Let the revenge of the Sith be done!
  And he slammed his mechanical fist down on the panel. The monster had struck Britain. Crushed the country, just because it dared to resist.
  Then Darth Vader dropped an annihilation bomb into the ocean, which raised a large wave and sank many ships of the British fleet that were guarding the coast from the Nazi invasion.
  And after that, the starship picked up speed and again jumped into its parallel universe, continuing a fierce war with the rebels who sought to crush the despotism of the space empire.
  Who is right, the Empire or the Rebels, is a moot point. Perhaps a single power over the galaxy is better than chaos. But the brutal cruelty of the Empire and Palpatine's servants turned hearts away from this power.
  And now Britain was decapitated, and another predator, the Third Reich, taking advantage of the chaos, landed troops and captured the Metropolis.
  England, shocked by the strike of the space flagship battleship, apparently took it for a secret weapon of the Third Reich, capitulated practically without a fight. Its colonies and dominions recognized the power of Hitler.
  The Third Reich received colossal resources, a fleet and colonial troops. And enormous opportunities for war, having installed its puppets in Britain.
  But Hitler did not go to the USSR yet. Having received a foothold on the American continent in the person of Canada, which recognized the authority of the Third Reich, he decided to seize the USA.
  Why not the USSR? Well, Russia was already more or less ready for a land war, having a large army and many tanks and planes. There were more than twenty thousand of them in 1940. And the USA only had about five hundred tanks. And it is not ready for a big war yet. But with its economic potential, preparation for war is only a matter of time.
  And Hitler decided not to give America time. And using Canadian and English divisions, together with Japan, he attacked the USA.
  So the USSR received a temporary reprieve.
  The year forty-first became the year of war with America. The Yankees, of course, are not ready, they do not have serious tanks. But quite a lot of small arms. And a large population, and a rather large fleet.
  But the Germans, superior in technology and organization, are advancing. Their aviation is superior in quality and experience to the Americans. And the US command is not up to par. And it suffers defeat after defeat. And yet the war lasted all of 1941 before Washington fell in December.
  And for some time after that, the agony of the United States continued until its capitulation on April 20, 1942.
  As a result, the Fuhrer decided to postpone the invasion of the USSR until 1943. Thus, Stalin had time to prepare for war.
  Some things were done as in real history. In 1940, an eight-hour working day and a seven-day working week were introduced. As well as draconian measures for being late for work.
  In the first half of 1941, more than two thousand tanks and a lot of aircraft were produced. The production of aircraft was growing at a colossal rate, so much so that there were not enough pilots. In the second half of 1941, in August, the first KV-3 tank rolled off the assembly line. This machine was armed with a 107-millimeter cannon with an initial projectile velocity of 800 meters per second, convenient for fighting large tanks. But the machine itself weighed sixty-eight tons and its running characteristics were poor. And the gearbox was constantly breaking down.
  And in September, the first KV-5 rolled off, which weighed a hundred tons and was armed with two guns, and its frontal armor was 170 mm. German tanks at that time could not penetrate such a machine.
  In total, in the second half of 1941, about three and a half thousand of all tanks and almost two and a half thousand of the newest ones were produced. But this was not enough to equip all the divisions.
  Stalin orders the working day to be increased to nine hours a day. At the same time, the production of equipment increases. By the end of 1941, the USSR already has more than thirty-two thousand aircraft, and it is difficult to find pilots for them.
  In the first half of 1942, the production of equipment increased even more, to five thousand tanks per half year, of which more than three and a half thousand were the newest. The KV-4 appeared in its heaviest modification, weighing 108 tons and with a frontal armor thickness of 180 millimeters. Moreover, the USSR did not hide the presence of the newest equipment from the Germans, so that, probably, the Nazis would not risk attacking.
  But the Fritzes, on the contrary, were intensively developing their own heavy systems.
  First of all, of course, the Tiger tank. This vehicle in several versions was shown to the Fuhrer on his birthday on April 20, 1942.
  This tank could more or less fight against the Soviet KV series vehicles. Although it was insufficient for heavier variants.
  Therefore, the Third Reich hastily developed the Tiger-2 with an 88-mm cannon and a barrel length of 71 EL, and specifically to combat the super-heavy Soviet monsters, the Lev, with a 105-mm cannon and a barrel length of 70 EL, capable of penetrating even the KV-5 and KV-4 from a distance. This tank, however, needed a new engine of at least a thousand horsepower. To have at least some mobility.
  They also created the "Maus", which apparently supported the tradition of superheavy tanks. At the same time, the T-4 also underwent modernization.
  The Soviet Union was increasing the production of vehicles. Stalin liked heavier models. Hitler demanded to increase the production of "Panthers". But this tank was still being developed, and for the war with the USSR it was necessary to rely on the T-4 in a modernized version. With a long-barreled 75-millimeter 48 EL gun, this vehicle could fight T-34s and even KV-1 and KV-2, but could not take the heavier KVs head-on. But not all tanks can be defeated.
  The Germans had excellent aviation. And they, using the captured factories, produced it in huge quantities. In addition, the Ju-188 appeared and was produced in large quantities, which had better flight characteristics and carried a larger bomb load. In addition to them, the American factories produced four-engine B-17s, and the British Lancasters. Which was completely terrifying. The Germans could have an advantage in aviation, and they put Americans, British and other Europeans at the controls. Although the USSR produced fifteen thousand aircraft in 1942, the Germans, in turn, churn out about thirty-five thousand during this time. And they were able to catch up with the USSR in aviation. It should be noted that the German machines were also more powerful in armament.
  In the first half of 1943, the Third Reich produced about eight and a half thousand of the newest tanks. In the USSR, about seven thousand, of which five and a half thousand were the newest - heavy and medium. In addition, the Third Reich produced another five thousand self-propelled guns, against five hundred in the USSR.
  The Third Reich could have produced more vehicles, but it was necessary to master the main tank "Panther" and digest it. The T-4 and "Sherman" were produced the most. But Hitler did not like the latter tank. The Fuhrer wanted only the newest tanks "Panther" and "Tiger", which required some additional time. In the future, it was planned to switch to tanks "Panther"-2 and "Tiger"-2 with 88-mm guns, and "Lion"-2 with a denser layout scheme, not so heavy and better protected. By the beginning of the war, only a dozen "Mauses" were produced. And the Third Reich is not quite ready.
  But the USSR also had problems with the KV series, which Stalin loved so much. In the first half of 1943, the KV-6 tank entered production. It weighed 250 tons, even heavier than the Maus, and was equipped with two guns, one 107 mm and one 203 mm.
  This vehicle, however, is absolutely zero in terms of running characteristics and reliability, and time was wasted on it. The T-34-76 was the most common, but even more KVs of all types were produced. The KV-1, simple to produce and with thick armor, was attractive to manufacturers. Although, in reality, it was worse than the T-34.
  However, the USSR had some advantage in the total number of tanks. In aviation, the Germans were able to overtake in the number of aircraft, especially the newest ones. In artillery, the Germans had some advantage, but they had too many captured weapons. In infantry, due to foreign divisions, the superiority was overwhelming, and the troops were more mobile. There were enough cars, trucks, motorcycles. Here in the USA there were no problems with churning out.
  The Third Reich infantry mobility level is a couple of orders of magnitude higher than the Soviet one and much larger in quantity. The USSR basically did not have enough human resources to create parity with the Third Reich in infantry. Plus Japan. It has a large population and colonies.
  The German fleet is, of course, stronger than the Soviet one, especially considering the captured ships. Plus there is also the Japanese power.
  In the first echelon alone, Hitler planned to throw twenty million mobile infantrymen at the USSR. The USSR mobilized twelve and a half million, and part of them against Japan and in the internal districts. So the Third Reich has more than a two-fold advantage. Moreover, the fascists can still mobilize reserves, and the USSR, of course, will have problems with replenishment. In tanks, the West has a similar number. But the Fritzes have an advantage in the newest machines. The aviation of Japan and the Third Reich is both stronger and more experienced. And also the capabilities of the reserves.
  The USSR's artillery is quite strong, but inferior to the enemy... Plus the Germans have superiority in self-propelled guns.
  In general, the proportions of forces are such that if the war is conducted correctly, Soviet Russia can only prolong its agony. If there is a chance, then it is to outplay tactically. But the Germans and Japanese have more experience in operational command and skill.
  Some advantage for Stalin, that the attack was not sudden, and he managed to carry out a general mobilization. Even if not completely, so as not to ruin production. In addition, in two extra years they managed to finish building the Molotov defense line, and restore the Stalin line. Somehow they prepared for defense, digging fortifications. But the troops were not very well trained to defend themselves. Although recently, given the strength of the Third Reich, they began to teach more, to defend their own, than to beat the enemy on his territory.
  In aviation, the share of fighters was also increased. Especially the MIG-3 and the Yak-1, which are more capable of fighting bombers.
  Now they were talking more about defense. The Nazis were too strong, and it was impossible to throw hats at them. And the people weren't that stupid, they understood how strong the Third Reich was together with the Japanese.
  There is no mood like in real history in 1941. They dig trenches and fortify themselves.
  The calculation is based on a tight defense and defense. It should be noted that in addition to the troops of the Third Reich, Germany's satellites also mobilized against the USSR. In particular, Turkey, which dreams of revenge for other defeats, and Spain and Portugal. Of course, Italy, and Romania, and Hungary, and Finland, and Slovenia. And also in this case, Yugoslavia, which fell under the Third Reich and did not have to be conquered. Italy and the Germans captured Greece. In addition, Sweden was conquered, since its ore was valuable for the Third Reich. Well, and foreign divisions in the Third Reich, mixed with the Germans.
  Many of them are foreign soldiers, and the commanders are Germans.
  Taking into account the satellites, the superiority in infantry already in the first echelon became threefold.
  Bulgaria also takes part in the campaign against the USSR, but more in the rear to fight the partisans.
  The Germans also occupied Switzerland to take away its resources, especially money from deposits.
  Thus, a colossal coalition was assembled. And also Japan, with its colonies. Also a force. True, part of the troops of the Land of the Rising Sun are still fighting in China. The country has already been captured for the most part, but not conquered.
  In any case, Stalin has a much worse balance of power... But war cannot be avoided.
  Hitler cannot tolerate a communist empire at his side. There is only one doubt - to attack now. Or wait another year for jet aircraft to appear in series, Panther-2, Tiger-2 and Lev-2 in large numbers. Jet aircraft are still only at the testing stage, they are already flying. But they are unfinished. It takes time to launch them into series, and there are enough resources. And pilots need to be trained.
  The newest tanks are also still raw and have childhood illnesses. So there is a reason to postpone the war for another year. Moreover, it is possible to gain an advantage in the number of tanks during this time.
  There was, of course, a reason not to attack for another year. But Hitler was never known for his patience.
  The USSR exceeded the third five-year plan, formally doubling the economy. And in the fourth five-year plan it wanted to double production again. Although, of course, Soviet economists lied a little about the rates of economic growth.
  But the Third Reich was in a hurry.
  And on June 22, 1943, the Great Patriotic War began. No longer sudden, but on two fronts for the USSR and against the resources of almost the entire world. And Russia has only one ally: Mongolia, where the population is less than a million.
  The Japanese launched their first attack on Mongolia.
  The claws of the samurai tank armadas moved.
  The Germans also went on the offensive. They ran into a powerful defense. The Panthers proved to be too vulnerable from the sides, and often broke down. The T-4 was also not very good from the sides. The Tiger showed itself better in practice, and the not very numerous Tiger-2. But the Lev, weighing ninety tons, often broke down, although it was well protected and had powerful weapons.
  But the Soviet KVs often broke down, especially the heavy ones. The T-34-76 is also not an ideal tank, including its optics. The KV-2 with its howitzer was poorly suited for defense.
  The battles were fierce. The foreign legions suffered huge losses from the very beginning. But in the air, the Germans and Japanese gained the upper hand. Their pilots had more experience, and their planes were probably more powerful and sophisticated.
  And they beat the Red Army...
  And war can be waged very effectively if you bomb a lot. And the Third Reich has bombers in abundance.
  But the experimental model of the Panther-2 is also taking part in the battles.
  It is being tested in combat. The vehicle is not yet completely perfect, but it has a powerful 88-millimeter gun with a barrel length of 100 EL. Good protection of the front of the hull: 100-millimeters at an angle of inclination of forty-five degrees. The sides of the hull are protected the worst - 60 millimeters. And the rear of the hull is 40, but at least on slopes. And the sides are sloped where possible. But still, the protection is insufficient, but it holds a forty-five. And the turret also has sloped sides. Its front is 120-millimeters at an angle, and in a large mask there is a 150-millimeter gun.
  And three machine guns for security. The weight is a bit high - 55 tons, but the engine is 900 horsepower and the running characteristics are satisfactory.
  Four girls are riding in a car: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, and Magda.
  They are in bikinis and barefoot. Which is much more comfortable in the heat of the summer of '43.
  And they shoot at targets... Bad girls with bad moral qualities, but so beautiful.
  Gerda shoots with her bare toes and says:
  - The greatness of space!
  And hits the Soviet cannon.
  Then Charlotte takes turns firing. And she also uses her bare feet. And she hits a Soviet T-34 tank. She hits it and sang:
  -I am a cunning fox and I know my way around life!
  There's a Soviet KV-4 puffing ahead, a monster of a machine. But the Panther-2 has a special gun, with a barrel length of 100 EL and it's terribly armor-piercing. And it can even penetrate 180-millimeter frontal armor. Especially since the KV tanks have armor without slope angles.
  This time, Christina shoots with her bare toes. And she hits the Soviet tank from a distance. It is dangerous to let it get close, its gun is 107 mm and has a long barrel, it can even penetrate the forehead of a Panther.
  I even tried to shoot, but Magda, pressing her bare toes on the pedals, gracefully moves the car.
  There are girls here who won't give the enemy a chance to catch his breath.
  Gerda shoots again, pressing with her bare heel and very accurately hits the Soviet cannon and kills the enemy.
  And he roars to himself:
  - Glory to the Aryan sun!
  Charlotte, shooting at the enemy and doing it accurately, repeats:
  - Glory to our party!
  Christina, using her bare toes to shoot at the enemy, remarks:
  - Aryan communism all over the planet!
  Magda fired a burst of machine gun fire using her bare legs. She mowed down a mass of Soviet soldiers and cooed:
  - For the greatest discoveries!
  The girls are certainly not positive characters. For example, yesterday they tortured a pioneer. They tore off the shirt and shorts of the handsome, fair-haired boy, as well as his sandals, and hoisted him onto a makeshift rack.
  Then they started beating the boy with willow twigs. And all four beauties beat him with great fury. They slashed the boy's back, sides, legs, stomach and chest. So much blood was dripping.
  Then they sprinkled blood on the pioneer's wounds, causing him to scream and writhe. But that wasn't enough. The boy's bare feet were placed in a stockade, and a fire was lit. The flames licked the boy's bare, round heels. And there was a pleasant smell of burning. The boy kept losing consciousness from the pain shock, but they brought him back to his senses.
  Yes, the girls enjoyed the torture process. They burned a five-pointed star on the pioneer's chest.
  Very cruel creatures. Then they started to whip him with hot wire heated on a fire. The boy turned out to be unusually tenacious. And when the girls got bored of torturing the pioneer, they trivially put him on an anthill. So that the ants would eat him alive.
  These are some very aggressive creatures...
  And now they are killing Soviet soldiers...
  Gerda fired at the Soviet self-propelled gun using her bare toes. She hit the machine and squeaked:
  - The devil is here, the devil is there!
  Charlotte also fired at the Soviet troops. She hit the enemy accurately, destroyed the howitzer and confirmed:
  - Life is like a dream, a complete deception!
  Christina also started to point with the bare toes of her graceful feet and yelped:
  - But the mountains don't lie!
  Magda also used her bare leg to fire machine guns and said:
  - And the gods never lie!
  The four worked here on Earth from the German side.
  But on the Soviet side, their own team is fighting on the KV-3, in this case the crew of Elizaveta.
  This tank has one gun, and this improves it a little. The vehicle weighs as much as the German Tiger-2, and the frontal armor is 140 mm. But without the angles of rational inclination, but like a box. Therefore, the KV-3 is not as well protected as the German King Tiger.
  But his gun is not bad, with its help you can shoot at the Germans.
  And their tanks just keep on pushing forward.
  Elizabeth and the other girls are also barefoot and in bikinis, which is practical and comfortable.
  And with her bare toes, the girl aims the 107-mm gun at the Panther.
  He fires a shot... Hitler's tank, having received a heavy shell, catches fire.
  A lethal Soviet gun, you can't say it's weak.
  Elizabeth says with a smile:
  - Colossal communism!
  Ekaterina also shoots using her bare toes. She is a girl who is distinguished by an explosive mixture of violence and beauty.
  Gets into the Tiger and says:
  - This is our dream, it will be beautiful!
  Elena also fires using her bare toes. She hits a light German self-propelled gun "Okhotnik" and squeaks:
  - Glory to the era of communism and Stalin!
  And now Euphrasiya also shoots at the enemy. She does it with her bare toes and very accurately. She hits the Tiger-2, which is almost impossible to take head-on, and its gun is dangerous. And the warrior says:
  - The enemies cannot break us...
  Here in front you can see the "Lion". Its gun is more dangerous than the "Tiger"-2, due to its larger caliber. The frontal armor of the "Lion" is roughly comparable in the hull with the "Royal Tiger", and the front of the turret is even more protected at 240 mm thick.
  The "Lion" has slightly better side protection of 100 mm at an angle. This tank could be good overall, but the lower rate of fire of the gun and its large weight make it not very fast. Although the speed with an engine of 1000 horsepower is quite satisfactory.
  The KV-3 engine has a power of 850 horsepower. In this respect it is better than the outdated Tiger-2 model.
  Elizabeth understands that she can"t beat "Lev" head-on, and suggests to the girls:
  - Let's get closer and into the side!
  Efrasinia remarked seriously:
  - He will defeat us himself! His gun is powerful!
  Elena suggested, stamping her bare heel on the metal:
  - Maybe we can try to knock the gun off his hands?
  Elizabeth doubted:
  - From such a distance, and so accurately?
  Ekaterina giggled and noted:
  - Everything is impossible...
  Elena suggested:
  - I have an idea!
  At that moment, the "Lion" fired at them. The shell flew just two meters to the left and loosened the soil.
  Elena smiled and took off her bra. Her scarlet nipple flashed in the dim light of the tank lamps. What beautiful breasts the girl had. And then the girl aimed the gun with her bare toes. The girls' bare feet inserted the shell. And then the strawberry nipple of her naked breast pulled the trigger.
  The shell flew out and...
  The girls yelped in unison:
  - Now that's sex!
  A precise hit on the barrel of the formidable "Lion" tank. And the German lost his phenomenal power.
  And the girls burst out laughing...
  The next shot was made by Ekaterina and also quite accurately. Her target was the T-4. The tank was outdated, but quite common. Although weak, to penetrate the KV-3 - a vehicle with decent frontal protection.
  The girls sang in chorus:
  - Our Motherland is strong - it protects the world!
  Such are the warriors who crush everything here. In them is the highest order and the essence of the solution to the problems of the USSR.
  German girls are fighting in the sky. Albina and Alvina.
  They shoot down Soviet planes. The girls are almost naked, in bikinis and barefoot. They aim aircraft guns at the enemy.
  Albina hits a Soviet car and squeals:
  - This is a shock in our language!
  Alvina also cuts off the Soviet Yak and adds:
  - For the glory of our empire!
  And the warriors in their time also fought and fought with the enemy. And they love to torture people.
  Here the Komsomol member was subjected to torture. They stripped her naked and beat her with a whip. Then they burned the Komsomol member's bare feet with a red-hot rod. And I must say they liked it.
  Then they broke the girl's toes. And the most chic torture was to set fire to Venus's womb with a torch. And the girl lost consciousness from pain shock.
  Albina, however, did not stop there. She brought the torch to the girl's naked chest. And roasted it. Then she cut off and ate the tender meat, exclaiming:
  - How delicious it is!
  Alvina fried the other nipple with fire and noted:
  - Yes, this is great!
  And the German girls really liked it.
  But not all of them are such creatures. Here are Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova fighting in the sky against German vultures.
  And they show their skill and wisdom.
  The girls, of course, fight barefoot and in bikinis. And they send death gifts to their opponents.
  And they sing to themselves;
  - Glory to the land of communism,
  Lenin inspired us to fight...
  The backbone of fascism is broken,
  Let's build a new world!
  Anastasia fired at the enemy using her bare toes, shot down a German plane and yelped:
  - For red communism!
  Akulina Orlova deftly struck the enemy using her bare legs, cut him off and barked:
  - For the victory of the Russian spirit!
  And the girls roared in unison:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  This is the kind of tough battle that is going on along the entire front.
  The Germans are certainly strong. And they are advancing, albeit slowly, with great losses.
  Girls also fight in the infantry...
  Near Grodno, Alenka and her team encounter fascist hordes.
  A Komsomol girl wearing only panties.
  Here Alenka fires a burst from a machine gun, cutting down the Nazis and knocking out an entire line of fighters.
  After which he says:
  - Glory to Russia!
  Anyuta also shoots at the enemy. She does it very accurately and precisely. And she cuts down the fascists. Then she throws a grenade with her bare toes, destroying the Nazi tank and squeaks:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Alla also fires at the enemies. She does it very accurately. She throws up a gift of death with her bare heel, doing it masterfully. The redhead knocks out the Fritzes and squeals:
  -For the era of communism!
  Maria also shoots at the enemy. She mows down the fascists, which she does very aggressively and squeaks:
  - For our mother Rus'!
  And with his bare toes he throws a grenade again. The German tank, having received damage, turns over... And the combat kit is torn.
  Marusya, crushing the fascists. And with her bare heels she threw a whole bunch of grenades, said:
  - For the great Motherland!
  These are the girls here, simply colossal fighters. They exterminate everyone in a row.
  This is a fighting five. And how many fascists are advancing. And black warriors are taking part in the attack. I must say they are extremely fighting guys.
  But Russian girls mow them down without ceremony.
  A beautiful battalion, when the warriors are almost naked. And so tanned, chocolate.
  And in the sky you can see Ju-288 powerful German machines. They dropped bombs on Soviet positions, crushing the enemy. And they act with colossal efficiency.
  Eva, dropping bombs, pressing her bare, round heel on the pedal. Throwing presents, onto Soviet cities, roars:
  - The Third Reich is invincible!
  Agatha agreed, spewing out gifts of destruction:
  - We've already defeated all our enemies!
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  The German troops were still able to capture Brest and Grodno and cut off the Belostotsky salient. They advanced to the Stalin Line near Minsk.
  The fighting was fierce. In the south, the fascists surrounded the Soviet troops on the Lvov salient.
  The Red Army retreated to Zhitomir and Vinnitsa. In the south, the Romanians and Germans approached Odessa.
  Moldova was captured. In the south, the Turks and Germans captured Batumi and surrounded Yerevan. So the situation is difficult here too. The Japanese occupied most of Mongolia and wedged themselves into Primorye. They dominate the sea. A landing force has been landed in Kamchatka.
  In general, the USSR has to fight back with superior forces. And the enemy is strong.
  The Germans approached Murmansk, but were stopped there. The Finns were also slowed down, but were able to recapture Vyborg. The situation became tense.
  Overall, the fascists have not yet achieved an overwhelming advantage or decisive success.
  But the war of attrition did not bode well for the USSR. Almost the entire world was against it. Argentina, Brazil, Venezuela declared war on the USSR. And also Chile and some smaller countries.
  Stalin found himself in a trap...
  In August, the Germans shifted their attack north and were able to capture almost all of the Baltics, except for Tallinn, which heroically defended itself. Fighting also took place near Narva. Then the fascists ran into the Pskov line of defense. And here they managed to take Pskov in early September... Minsk was also surrounded, but stubbornly fought in the blockade. The Germans advanced, albeit slowly, but surely.
  Vinnitsa fell... In early October Zhitomir was taken, and the Germans reached the Dnieper. It turned out to be by land, Odessa was cut off, but it still held out.
  By the end of October, the Germans had reached the Berezina and the Dnieper. Kyiv was under attack. A temporary pause ensued due to the thaw... The Japanese surrounded Vladivostok and desperately tried to take it.
  A real war has begun...
  The girls fought for Vladivostok. Despite the fact that it was late autumn and cold, the warriors fought barefoot and in bikinis.
  And they show themselves to be very cool...
  Natasha is right there and her heroism is amazing.
  The girl shoots at the Japanese with a machine gun and throws grenades with her bare toes.
  As she does so, she sings:
  - The enemy does not yet know our strength,
  They didn"t use all their power...
  Attacks babies and women,
  I'll kill the jackals anyway!
  Zoya also throws a grenade with her bare foot. She turns over a Japanese tank and hisses aggressively:
  - We will kill all the samurai and protect Russia!
  The girl is really annoyed that Japan once defeated Russia. This is probably the most shameful of all the defeats of the Tsarist Empire. But how could this happen?
  Zoya fires a burst, cutting down a line of samurai and blurts out:
  - We will not give in to the enemies!
  Augustina, shooting at her opponents and using her bare toes to throw discs, agreed:
  - No! I will never give in!
  And her red head nodded, and her hair seemed to flare with heat.
  But Svetlana is on the offensive. She is such a fighting warrior. She shoots at the samurai with the precision of a sniper. And she hits them with incredible accuracy. And then her bare foot throws a deadly grenade again.
  The girl screams:
  - For Mother Rus'!
  And again he makes a well-aimed shot. And the dead enemies fall.
  These are the girls who won't let you down.
  And here are Alice and Angelica fighting together with the Japanese who landed on Kamchatka.
  There is already snow there and the girls are running barefoot. They leave graceful, precise footprints. It is very beautiful. And looking at such an ornament you want to tug at your excited perfection.
  Alice shoots at the enemy, and breaks through the yellow faces and squeals:
  - No one will stop us, no one will defeat us!
  Angelica took and threw a grenade with her bare toes, tore apart a mass of Japanese and squealed:
  - For great communism!
  The warriors turned out to be extremely swift. This is how they destroy enemies.
  Alice fires from all her machine guns. And roars:
  - Communism! Communism! To the grave of fascism!
  Angelica is also a girl who is as bold and tough as a pie. She beats these Japanese without weakness or pity.
  And he squeals, throwing grenades with his bare toes:
  - Communism! Communism! There will be a new revanchism!
  The warrior women are very admirable for their courage...
  Here it is already winter... The Germans have gone over to the defensive. They are in no hurry, because they have nowhere to hurry. And Hitler is even glad to drag out the war. He is still relatively young, and what to do after capturing the USSR? Attack Japan or something?
  In any case, the Germans have taken up defensive positions. And are repelling the Red Army's attempts to attack. And are holding the front.
  Stalin doesn't have that much strength, and he stops. And the Germans are more or less ready for winter. They have enough warm clothes.
  And they repel the wild onslaught. And they fight like a colossal armored force.
  In 1944, the Germans had new jet aircraft in production - steel vultures. Hitler was counting on them. Especially on the ME-262 and AP-180. And these are very powerful machines. And they are capable of destroying the Red Army.
  In mass production, the "Panther"-2 and "Tiger"-2 with a more powerful engine of 1000 horsepower. But the more successful advanced model was the "Lion"-2. In it, the Germans applied an innovative idea of tank building - they placed the transmission and engine together in front of the tank, and shifted the turret back. From this, the layout was compacted, and the height of the tank was reduced, due to savings on the kadar shaft. An interesting solution was the placement of the gearbox on the engine itself, and the transverse transmission. The hull of the "Lion"-2 tank became significantly lower, and the turret was smaller and narrower. Reducing the height of the tank allowed to shrink the weight of the machine to a satisfactory 75 tons, and raise the thickness of the sides to 150 millimeters at angles, and the front of the turret to 250 millimeters, the sides of the turret 160 millimeters at angles. The front of the hull was 200 mm thick at the top at an angle of 45 degrees, and at the bottom at 150 mm. Thus, the "Lion"-2 appeared with a very good level of protection. And a formidable counter-tank.
  This vehicle satisfied the German command. And the breakthrough tank proved effective.
  The Germans launched an offensive in the center, bypassing the Dnieper. They shot and bombed a lot. Many guns were concentrated for the breakthrough, including rocket artillery and gas throwers.
  The Fuhrer ordered: to take Moscow in steel pincers. At the same time, the Japanese became active. They used licensed "Panthers", which were more or less tolerable tanks.
  There were some changes in the USSR as well. In particular, the production of super-heavy KV tanks was curtailed. Instead, the focus was on the T-34-85. That is, the same tank, but with a larger turret and a more powerful gun. Only the KV-3 was not yet taken out of production. This tank with a gun that could penetrate armor quite well was still needed. But an idea came up to develop the IS for combat operations and a more practical one with a narrower turret. But this tank appeared a little later than in real history. While they were overcoming the inertia of the KV. The IS-1 had an 85-mm gun and was little different from the T-34-85. The IS-2 was supposed to be more powerful. But the armament of this tank was still a 107-mm gun. The new tank was lighter than the KV-3 and more compact with a 520 horsepower engine.
  However, there was an idea to install a more powerful 122-mm cannon. But this reduced the rate of fire and the supply of shells. The USSR needed a tank destroyer, not a breakthrough tank. The defensive nature of the war dictated other tasks. So the IS-3 was being developed. For this vehicle, a cannon of the same caliber of 107 mm was being prepared, but with a longer barrel to increase the initial velocity of the projectile to a thousand meters per second.
  So tank building only partially repeated real history. And the Germans were disappointed in the Maus, and also tried not to make the vehicles too heavy.
  The plan was to make the Panther-3 easier to manufacture, more mobile and better protected than the Panther-2, without significantly increasing the weight.
  The Lev-2 was generally satisfactory for the military, and there were no plans to modernize it in any special way, except for installing a more powerful engine with a supercharger.
  The battles showed that the Fritzes were strong. And their aviation was pressing them. Of the propeller planes, the TA-152 turned out to be a very successful model. The new ME-309 was also not bad, although this machine did not justify everyone's hopes, but its powerful armament and high speed were certainly a plus.
  The appearance of the Soviet Yak-3 in the series was delayed due to the lack of high-quality duralumin. The LAGG-5 was already morally obsolete at the time of its appearance. And it had only just begun to be developed. And the MIG-3 turned out to be an unsuccessful model.
  So there was nothing to beat the Germans with in the sky. Only the IL-2 proved itself relatively well, but this machine still suffered too many losses and had poor flight characteristics. The PE-2 did not justify itself and was difficult to control. Of course, the USSR had problems in the sky. And they have not yet been able to solve them. The most widespread fighter was the Yak-1, which was simplified in production and had a boosted engine.
  So far the focus has been on quantity and there has been no time for developing new models.
  So in the sky the Nazis are stronger in quantity and quality and they bomb wherever they want, plus the Japanese are raging.
  The Germans also had American B-29s, more advanced machines with twelve machine guns and high speed. And the Ju-488s are also more advanced, and have a speed of 700 kilometers per hour. They are faster than the American ones due to their smaller wing area, and they carry a lot of bombs and have very powerful engines. And there are also "Arado" jet bombers, which have no equal in speed and flight characteristics.
  So the Germans took off in the sky and advanced on land. Now Smolensk has fallen and the USSR is in a very difficult situation.
  Here Oleg Rybachenko came to their aid with his team and landing party of time travelers.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy's bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And what in the eyes, what in the throat of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, cutting down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet are just flashing. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here is Natasha on the offensive. She chops down the Nazis along with the tanks, and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a tube. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - to shoot down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Augustina, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and cuts the Nazis. With her bare feet she throws gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a mass of Nazis in a jump.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive. She cuts down all enemies in a row. Her swords are sharper than the blades of a mill. And her bare toes throw gifts of death, tanks and planes burn.
  The girl is on a wild attack. She exterminates brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall down dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeals:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Hitler's corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly out from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel a dozen needles fly. Which stick straight into the throats of the Nazis.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are carried in both hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so much that is deadly. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg's offensive is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a stormy girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  Here she threw a pea with explosives with her bare foot. It will explode and immediately throw a hundred Nazis and ten tanks into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will run a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Now Natasha has sped up her movements. The girl is cutting down the brown warriors. And she is screaming:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to cut meat and metal salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats, mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes, lie around.
  Augustina is a crazy girl. And she destroys everyone as if she were a hyperplasma robot.
  She has already destroyed more than one hundred Nazis. But the tempo is still increasing. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks were torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustina sang:
  - You won't dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give a single gram of respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And the mass of brown fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild. They started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in the fight. And he advances, waving both swords. And the little terminator runs a mill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy-writer remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be a ton of money!
  And the boy-terminator in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and the Adidas company!
  It was a really cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed. And the greatest number of the greatest of the brown fighters were killed.
  And a poem formed in the boy"s head, and he continued to chop down the fascists, composing it as he went along;
  The greatness of the Fatherland over the planet,
  Which burns like a torch-light...
  And the feats of heroism are sung,
  And our friendship is a strong monolith!
  
  May my holy land be glorified,
  You are in a storm of thunder and flames of victories...
  You are alone in the world, so to speak...
  There is no one more precious to you in this world!
  
  If necessary, we will build communism,
  And very soon we will fly to Mars...
  Let us disperse the hordes of vile fascism -
  And it will be simply the highest class!
  
  The Fatherland shines and suffers,
  But I believe that the bright age will come soon...
  Victory will be in radiant May,
  And we will boldly set off on a hike!
  
  There is no homeland more beautiful than Russia,
  Sparkles like a bright star...
  Here the stars have watered the sky with velvet -
  A great dream has come true!
  
  When we all joined the pioneers,
  I, a boy, gave a true oath...
  To be a living example to everyone in the world,
  That the Motherland is a great ideal!
  
  Russia, you are a country of holy peace,
  Capable of conquering the universe...
  In the name of the bright idol of the Family,
  Let the vile predator turn into game!
  
  The country of the Fatherland is stormy and holy,
  In it Jesus the Holy Lord...
  And Lada, the golden Mother of God -
  Will give youth, happiness and love!
  
  You love Svagor with a brave heart,
  Who gave us Russians a strong sword...
  And Lada will open the door to the sky,
  So that a person doesn"t die at once!
  
  Such a great paradise will come for us,
  The universe blooms like a lush garden...
  The attack was stopped, the evil wild one,
  And the enemy of Russia will be cast into hell!
  
  Our homeland is so plump,
  I fight for her, pioneer...
  With many friends barefoot in the snow,
  But the boy only sang in the cold!
  
  Here the "Tiger" struck, jokingly garnets,
  The panther was wiped with chalk as if with an eraser...
  I shoot accurately from a machine gun,
  My gaze is both youthful and always sharp!
  
  Believe me, no one will leave me,
  You can't tame us Russian stallions...
  And the White God will rule on the throne -
  And let the brave army of Russia defeat us!
  
  We will make our country more beautiful,
  She is like the most magnificent flower in the world...
  Serve the knights of holy Russia,
  And there will be truth and success in our dreams!
  
  But now the fascists are advancing viciously,
  At least take Kaluga and Moscow...
  It seemed that the evil Cain was triumphant,
  But God said: I will bring salvation!
  
  To the glory of our mother Russia,
  Let there be peace, order, cleanliness...
  And the new king will become a great mission,
  We need to honor the Slavic Christ!
  
  In the name of the Sun and the star Svarog,
  We will protect the Russian peace and order...
  A starry road awaits us,
  And the golden-winged cherub angel!
  
  May there soon be happiness in the universe,
  Let us unite the Fatherland firmly for centuries...
  And heaven and earth are in the supreme power,
  And there will be a true dream in Lada!
  
  Yes, I am a pioneer along with a Komsomol member,
  Fought to defend that Moscow...
  And believe me, I am such a clever boy,
  That even playing "Lion" I will destroy!
  
  The girls run barefoot through the snow,
  The heels of bullfinches flash by...
  You, my mother Lada, are like a holy light,
  And I am an eagle, not a pitiful sparrow!
  
  So I say this boldly, aggressively -
  God is not a cripple, and he will come with a sword...
  And it will make Russia very strong,
  We will smash the enemy to pieces!
  
  This is where Russia is very holy,
  So this is a dream come true...
  In the name of our soldier army,
  The girls will be of the utmost beauty!
  
  We will not bend under the heel of Nazism,
  And we will bravely defeat the Wehrmacht...
  And how much cynicism the enemy had,
  But we will pass this exam with flying colors!
  
  Russia will have space and quasars,
  Let's conquer galaxies while playing...
  We strike, crushing all blows-
  And there will be a new fiery world!
  
  Science will resurrect all the fallen, I believe,
  I also know that the deceased will live...
  We used to fight in hand-to-hand combat,
  And now let's destroy everyone with hyperplasma!
  
  The universe will erupt in a hurricane,
  And the universe will be happy forever...
  You will be young and forever drunk,
  Any dream can come true!
  SKOBELEV SUPER GENERALISSIMO
  Here, in fact, Mikhail Skobelev was a commander of great talent, not inferior to Suvorov. And he revealed himself even earlier, becoming a general of the army at the age of thirty-six. And now his death from poison led to the untimely loss of a great military talent for Russia. But let's assume that a cat just knocked down a glass of poison with its tail. And Skobelev remained alive. How would his career and the fate of Russia have developed in the future?
  Alexander III pursued a policy of expansion in Central Asia. Of course, he also wanted to become a conqueror like his father Alexander II. Russia, under the conditions when its troops were commanded by the brilliant Skobelev, acted much more decisively. And not only captured the south of Central Asia, but also the north of Afghanistan populated by Tajiks and Uzbeks.
  Britain tried to push through, but was defeated on land.
  Fearing the loss of all of India, the British hastened to conclude peace with Russia, giving up control of Afghanistan.
  Skobelev received the rank of Field Marshal. He rose in rank and fame. But for some time there was no war. Mikhail Skobelev was bored. Alexander III suffered from an accident and soon died. Nicholas II turned his expansion to the Far East and China. The wars with the Chinese were too easy.
  But the conflict with Japan that flared up turned out to be like manna from heaven for the already elderly Skobelev. Finally, he had the opportunity to prove himself.
  At sea, the Russian fleet initially acted unsuccessfully. And after the death of Admiral Makarov, the Japanese landed troops and blockaded Port Arthur.
  But Skobelev, acting decisively and skillfully, outflanked the Japanese, surrounded their troops and destroyed them. Then he destroyed the troops near Port Arthur.
  The Russian squadron did not suffer any additional losses. And two Japanese battleships were sunk.
  Then Rozhdestvensky's squadron arrived after a long journey. Meanwhile, Skobelev had captured Korea completely. And he had defeated and destroyed all of Japan's land forces.
  Realizing that the Russians already had the upper hand at sea, the Japanese asked for peace.
  But Nicholas II decided to conquer Japan. Moreover, Admiral Togo also died, and Russia gained the upper hand at sea. A landing followed. And the brilliant Mikhail Skobelev, showing his best qualities, routed the Japanese and captured the Emperor of the Land of the Rising Sun.
  Thus, Tsarist Russia got rid of the threat on the outskirts of its empire and the eternal war in the Far East. And of course, this is a big plus. Emperor Nicholas II got a new title: Mikado of Japan, and new subjects and lands. And Skobelev continued the war in China. Tsarist Russia conquered the Celestial Empire.
  Russia, on the eve of the war with Germany and Austria-Hungary, which was coming in the not too distant future, needed new subjects and populations to recruit soldiers. China was both territory and human resources for the tsarist state. And so many victories. Skobelev defeated the Chinese playfully and annexed them to Russia. For the first time since Suvorov, he was awarded the title of Generalissimo. And the first Order of Victory in Russian history was awarded, an award higher than the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called. In principle, Skobelev was young enough to live to see the First World War. Budyonny, for example, lived to be about ninety years old, and Marshal Sokolovsky lived to be more than a hundred years old.
  And why not? And so in 1914 Germany thoughtlessly declared war on Tsarist Russia. And Austria-Hungary and Turkey followed suit. Mikhail Skobelev demonstrated his genius once again. In addition to a huge number of infantry, primarily Chinese, Russia had numerous, light and cheap, easy-to-produce tanks, and the best and most numerous aviation in the world.
  Particularly formidable are the four-engine bombers "Ilya Muromets" and "Svyatogor".
  And so they fell upon Germany and Austria-Hungary. Under the command of the brilliant Mikhail Skobelev. They gave no chance and in two months Berlin, Vienna and Istanbul were taken.
  Mikhail Skobelev turned out to be the first commander in the history of mankind to receive the title: Super Generalissimo, and the first in the history of Russia to receive the Order of Jesus Christ, which is higher than the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called.
  Thus, Mikhail Skobelev became the most titled commander in the history of planet Earth, the most serene prince and duke. And this is wonderful and cool. He turned out to be an outstanding person.
  Russia gained power by taking over the lands of the Germans along the Oder, and the entire Ottoman Empire, and almost all of Austria-Hungary.
  Thus, Mikhail Skobelev reached a great height. And surpassed Napoleon and Suvorov. In 1917, this greatest genius died and was buried in a special mausoleum, like a pharaoh.
  Tsarist Russia became a great empire... For a while there was a period of construction and stability. But then the depression of 1929 broke out. And in January 1933 the Tsarist army declared war on the United States and began an invasion through Alaska.
  America and Canada fought with Russia.
  But the Russian troops were better organized, more numerous and equipped with better equipment. America had no chance. And it, along with Canada, was conquered in eight months.
  Nicholas II thus added glory to himself and to the lands of Russia.
  Then Hitler annexed Austria, and Mussolini conquered Ethiopia. And they began to prepare to invade France. The heir Alexei died in 1937. And in 1938 Nicholas II himself died at the age of seventy. And on the throne was the grandson of the Tsar, who was not even six years old.
  This is, of course, a problem for Russia.
  But the regent was the tsar"s younger brother, Mikhail Romanov, whom the elder restored to his regency rights.
  Nicholas II carried out a lot of reforms in general. Including legalizing polygamy - the right to have four wives. And that was cool.
  Tsar Michael and Hitler went to war with France and Britain in May 1940. Mussolini joined them.
  Of course, France, Belgium, Holland and Britain had no chance.
  Russia seized the Allied possessions in the Pacific Ocean, Asia, India, the Middle East and most of Africa. The Germans quickly conquered France, Belgium and Holland. Then, together with the Russian fleet, they landed in Britain and conquered it. And they managed to grab something in Africa, albeit not much. Russia conquered more than anyone else. The Italians lost the battle in Africa to the English, and gained almost nothing.
  Russia grew even stronger. Its power became almost limitless. But Adolf Hitler did not want to put up with this.
  After Michael died in 1949, Hitler attacked Russia. Along with him were Mussolini, Franco's Spanish regime, and Portugal.
  But the forces were unequal. The grandson of Tsar Nicholas II, Vladimir III, was already quite old and skillfully gave orders.
  Hitler could only count on the E-series tanks and flying discs. But this is a very weak force. And Russia has an overwhelming superiority in strength and quality.
  The Germans lost Africa immediately. Then Russian troops captured Italy. A little later, Berlin and Vienna were stormed.
  And the offensive against France, and Spain with Portugal. Everything went almost one-sidedly. The Russian army was much more numerous and better organized than the Axis powers. And its equipment was more advanced.
  In addition, the vaunted flying discs, although formally invulnerable, could not fire at Russian troops either. And so they were relatively easy to shoot down.
  So Hitler did not succeed in any way. And was destroyed. He tried to escape to Argentina. But Russian troops caught him there too. They caught Hitler, beat him up and hanged him...
  And a couple of years later, Tsarist Russia conquered the rest of the world.
  Thus, Tsar Vladimir the Third established the world hegemony of Russia.
  People stopped wasting their energy fighting each other. Back in 1948, the first Russian cosmonaut flew into the sky. And in 1955, they already flew to the Moon. And in 1963, to Mars. Venus was under man in 1964. Mercury a year later. The latest time people landed on Pluto was in 1980, when cosmonauts stepped on it.
  And in 2020, the first flight of an interstellar expedition to Sirius began, around which planets suitable for human habitation revolved.
  Thus, a random factor in history: just a cat's tail, changed the fate of humanity to a much happier one. And Russia was especially successful in this.
  Oleg Rybachenko composed a whole poem on this subject;
  Let the great land be glorified,
  Holy, radiant Russia...
  Don't go for deception, people,
  Tsar Nicholas is the great messiah!
  
  There is no need to betray him in a mean way,
  The kings stand, believe us from God...
  The Russian army is invincible,
  In the name of the solar Svarog!
  
  We are the pioneers, the knights of the Earth,
  Girls, barefoot boys...
  In the name of the sun, faith and dreams,
  That we will soon live under communism!
  
  Kings, of course, can also beat,
  But believe me, the girls' whip is sweet...
  Although life is fragile like a silk thread,
  Our faith cannot die!
  
  The sweet river splashes like waves,
  She is overgrown with moss like velvet...
  We will be in the light of the sun for centuries,
  And something violently breaks out of the oar!
  
  No one can defeat the Russians,
  They are strong and full of fury...
  The huge mammoth roars, it's a bear,
  Those who are against us are completely doomed!
  
  Do not believe that Rus' is holy forever,
  And with her the White is the wisest God...
  Believe me, the money will come to us soon,
  And there will be the most Almighty Family!
  
  The enemy does not know our strength,
  We are able to overcome fires...
  And we'll hit the monster in the snout,
  That the enemy is only capable of dying!
  
  The greatness is infinite than dreams,
  She is simply beautiful, like the Sun...
  The soul's impulses of wondrous beauty,
  Let us not simply grieve in vain!
  
  Whoever is against us will be beaten hard,
  Russia is a powerful know-it-all fist...
  The enemy is considered completely defeated,
  And he got hit in the snout with knucklebones!
  
  The Russians are full of mighty strength,
  They are like a full-flowing river...
  All our knights are considered eagles,
  And Holy Rus' is with us forever!
  
  Well, boy, are you going to fight?
  The sharpest sword shines in your hands...
  And if you need Russian crosses,
  Capable of burning all enemies with napalm!
  
  We have strength, we have courage, know that,
  We are all capable of making and connecting...
  Our Orthodox Tsar with the Russian Lada,
  Any evil thief will destroy anyone!
  
  Girls love to fight like a tiger,
  They rush barefoot through the snow...
  Believe us, we don't need any vile games,
  Or better yet, let's hit the bastards with our fists!
  
  There are a lot of girls in Russia,
  Their heels sparkle - mirrors...
  But we will take revenge on the enemy,
  And glory will be with us forever!
  
  We dream of new victories,
  To defeat enemies with ease...
  We are the greatest eagles,
  The hordes will not be able to conquer us!
  
  Whatever happens, I believe it will be good soon,
  When we break Hitler's back...
  It won't be hard for Russians anymore,
  Here is a heroic feat that is well-praised!
  
  How good it will be to live in Russia,
  In it is the great Russian Tsar Nicholas...
  And the predator will soon turn into game,
  Fight for this and dare!
  
  Let a thousand generations pass,
  We will not forget the exploits of the Tsar...
  The victories opened an endless account,
  The bright scarlet dawn shines!
  
  Let our Rus' become one of those countries,
  In which light and Russian land...
  And such a destiny was given to us by the Family,
  All people are a friendly family!
  
  Svarog will come and resurrect the dead,
  The enemies of Rus' will be squeezed into a ram's horn...
  And we will raise a very strong shield,
  And everyone will have a wonderful life!
  
  AMERICA IN AN ALTERNATIVE VERSION
  America is often reproached for having indulged Hitler too much and not having entered the war until the fascists declared it themselves. And then the Japanese suddenly attacked. But it happened that America went and got into the war itself. Declaring it on April 20, 1941, like Hitler's birthday. So what? Didn't Obama in real history get into the war with ISIS without waiting for terrorist attacks against the US? And Bush Jr. actually carried out aggression against Iraq, attacking first. In any case, Hitler had enough sins for the US to declare war on him. And Roosevelt, having gone for a third term, but being in poor health, dreamed of military glory. In short, a different course of history. America got into the war with the Third Reich first. And of course, this changed a lot.
  First of all, Hitler, fighting Yugoslavia, was already hesitating with the Barbarossa plan. Wouldn't the attack on the USSR be too late, and would the Germans be able to win before winter? And especially before the autumn thaw?
  Secondly, isn't it dangerous to open a second front, having in the rear not only Britain, but also the mighty USA, which is fighting? And this is not only a large population, but also the first economy in the world.
  And is the USSR really that weak? Or maybe the Russians will be able to beat the Wehrmacht, as they already beat Napoleon.
  During the parade in Moscow on May 1, 1941, German representatives invited by Stalin saw new tanks. In particular, the KV-2 with 152-millimeter guns, a monstrous caliber for a tank, the T-34, the tracked BT, and a lot of aircraft.
  They reported this in detail to Hitler. And his desire to attack the USSR weakened. Moreover, having a developed intuition, Hitler felt that the totalitarian USSR was a much stronger and more dangerous opponent precisely because of its totalitarianism than Western democracies and especially the USA.
  So the idea was born: if we were to go to Russia, then we would do so with the resources of the British colonies, and by subjugating the industrial power of America.
  There was, of course, the risk that Stalin would attack and strike from the rear. But the USSR and Germany have a non-aggression pact, and the USA and Britain are already at war.
  Moreover, Hitler, possessing an animal instinct, foresaw that Stalin would not attack without a reason. And he decided to beat the enemy piecemeal and not open a second front. On the contrary, he would encourage Japan to open a new attack on the enemy.
  Hitler captured Crete, as it happened in real history. And then he began to move troops to Africa, strengthening Rommel. And it was a strong move.
  But it is not very easy to move troops when there is such a situation at sea, and you are being pressed from Malta.
  But in August 1941, the Nazis destroyed Malta and landed troops there. And that was a cool move. And quite effective.
  However, it did not do any good. Although there were achievements. Rommel received four additional tank divisions, and three motorized ones. And captured Tolbuk.
  And he began a great advance into Egypt. This developed very strongly and consistently.
  After the capture of Alexandria, four girls from Gerda's crew were riding in a tank and talking.
  Gerda, a blonde in a bikini, was the first to attack Magda;
  - If you look into it, it"s hard to understand why so many people believe in such a wild and unscientific book as the Bible.
  Magda squealed in fear, drumming her bare foot on the armor:
  - Why anti-scientific?
  Gerda readily explained:
  - Because! In particular, creationists love to cling to the phrase in the book of Job that God hung the Earth on nothing. And when in the same book of Job it is said that the heavens have the hardness of a mirror, then you ignore this saying!
  Magda noted:
  - No! It all depends on the text and context of the given quote!
  Red Charlotte noted:
  - That's exactly the context and the historical background. In particular, the original says that God sealed the Earth on nothing. And the expression "to seal" is akin to "to fix". And that means the phrase "to seal" denotes a rigid fixation on emptiness.
  Christina added:
  - And in general, it is written in the Bible that God placed the Earth on firm foundations and it will never shake.
  Gerda added with a grin:
  - And the ends of the Earth are mentioned in the Bible ten times. And that is also a figurative expression.
  Magda shook her golden hair and squeaked:
  - Maybe!
  Gerda sang, baring her teeth:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world!
  Magda noticed, baring her teeth:
  - Anything and everything is possible!
  Gerda noted:
  - In general, there is one stupidity that Christians instill, that supposedly God has nothing to do with evil on planet Earth. However, this is the same as if the emperor said that he has nothing to do with robbery.
  Magda squeaked:
  - How is that?
  Charlotte noted forcefully:
  - And it's cruel to torture in hell forever. Imagine that billions of people are tormented in the fiery Gehenna and burn. Burning alive is very painful.
  Magda agreed:
  - Yes, it hurts, but they deserve it!
  Gerda logically noted:
  - There are no saints! And a person should not be a saint! Because innocence is boring!
  Christina noted:
  - Yes, in the Revelation of John it is written that an unclean man will not enter Jerusalem. But who is without sin, who is pure before God?
  Gerda noted:
  - This is why the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ is needed.
  Magda giggled and noted:
  - Yes, that's right! You understood correctly!
  Gerda logically added:
  - But people, having crucified Christ, only multiplied their sins. That is, people committed only an additional crime, having crucified the Son of God. And in theory, God should not forgive them, but curse them completely! Isn't that so?
  Christina added:
  - And heaven in Christianity is not attractive. It is, in fact, a golden cage. If there is no sin there at all, then this means such strict rules and discipline that Stalin's GULAG will seem like a sanatorium against this background!
  Gerda sang with a smile:
  - And in our sanatorium, our native health resort, it"s warm, light, and the flies don"t bite!
  Charlotte noted with a grin:
  - But, in fact, the criteria for salvation are very vague. No one knows in Christianity who will be saved. No one can be sure of salvation. And how are people saved - by deeds or by faith? Here too there are disputes and a lot of contradictions.
  Magda answered, not too confidently:
  - By faith! And deeds are already a consequence of faith!
  Gerda stamped her bare foot and noted:
  - Well, well! But it is said that even demons believe and tremble!
  Charlotte noted with a chuckle:
  - Yes, they believe, and they worshiped Christ. So we can say - God and Satan are in cahoots!
  Christina added with a chuckle:
  - Who killed more people in the Bible? God or Satan?
  Magda replied with a sigh:
  - This is a controversial issue. But if we move it to another plane: who saved more people?
  Christina laughed and noted:
  - It is not a great joy to receive salvation for the sake of a sterile paradise in which there is no sin!
  Magda noted:
  - But it's better than burning in eternal fire. Can you imagine how painful it is!
  Gerda agreed with this:
  - Yes, it really hurts! And it's wrong to torture people like that!
  Christina logically noted:
  - The doctrine of eternal hellish torment is nonsense! In fact, I would not torture even the most evil enemy forever, if only because I would get tired of it and it would be uninteresting!
  Charlotte remarked angrily:
  - And what kind of religion is it that teaches that all people are animals and goats or sheep! Such a religion has no right to exist!
  Gerda noted angrily, stamping her bare foot:
  - Maybe I will be a goat, but never a sheep!
  Magda giggled and noted:
  - I don't like being a sheep either!
  Christina whistled:
  - Good luck! Everybody up!
  Gerda tapped her bare foot and replied:
  - All girls to the top!
  And the girls entered into battle with the English. They began to crush them...
  Magda fired a cannon, aimed it with her bare foot, smashed the English cannon and cooed:
  - No, I won't be a submissive sheep! I'd rather become a tough girl!
  Charlotte noted with a grin:
  - There are many absurdities in the Bible. It is even better for our world to continue to develop, and for us to fly higher to the stars, conducting space expansion!
  The red-haired girl pressed her bare heel on the trigger, sending another projectile.
  The Germans were able to defeat the British and colonial troops in Egypt without any problems. They did it coolly and quickly. They now have much more forces than before. After which the talented Rommel was able to seize the oil fields in Iraq and Kuwait right away, without allowing them to be destroyed. And the Suez Canal was crossed in the blink of an eye.
  The Nazis got both oil and Arab divisions. Then, without a long pause, they captured Iran and then India.
  Japan attacked the Americans in Peru Harbor and achieved a decisive victory there. In addition, the samurai were able to sink US aircraft carriers.
  Hitler wasted no time. After a harsh ultimatum from Franco, he agreed to let German troops pass to Gibraltar. The assault was successful. The Germans used heavy artillery and Ju-87 attack aircraft. And they defeated Britain. After which their troops began to arrive in Africa without problems by the shortest distance. First they occupied Morocco. Otto Scorel captured de Gaulle. And then they reached Nigeria. In the winter of 1941 and 1942, the Germans occupied a significant part of Africa.
  And they also captured India. They had significant resources under their control. The British were inferior to the Nazis in numbers, organization, and fighting spirit of their troops. Those hundred and fifty divisions that Hitler planned to send to the USSR went to Africa and Asia. And this turned out to be a reasonable step.
  So the fascists could get tasty morsels, overcoming much weaker resistance. And the terrain is no obstacle for the fascists.
  The Germans saw Britain as their main enemy. They churned out aircraft and new types of weapons. The production of equipment increased rapidly, especially with the appointment of the new imperial minister of armaments and ammunition, Speer. This man was talented and energetic.
  The year 1942 was spent bombing Britain and fighting an air and submarine war with the United States. Japan won at Midway. This time, the shift in the timing of the war meant that the secret codes did not fall into the hands of the Americans. And the fighting was much more successful for the samurai.
  America did not bomb the Third Reich as actively and the Nazis very quickly built new factories and used the slave labor of the colony.
  Africa was finally captured by the Nazis in 1942.
  And this is both raw materials and labor.
  Fears that Stalin would attack from the east forced the Fritzes to develop new types of weapons and tank construction. In 1942, the rather successful "Tiger" appeared. But it was inconvenient to use it in Africa. And a little later, the "Panther".
  Stalin, of course, was thinking about a liberation campaign in Europe. Especially before Britain fell. But the war with the Finns made the leader unsure. And he initially wanted to complete the twenty new mechanized corps, which required sixteen thousand of the newest tanks. In the second half of 1941, over two and a half thousand of the newest tanks were produced.
  The KV-3 weighing sixty-eight tons entered production, and a little later the KV-5 weighing one hundred tons. In the first half of 1942, more than three thousand of the newest tanks were produced. Of all the KV-4 projects, Stalin chose the heaviest, weighing one hundred and eight tons, and with armor thickness of one hundred and eighty centimeters at the front.
  But this seemed insufficient to the leader. He ordered the formation of twenty mechanized corps exclusively from the newest medium and heavy tanks, which required thirty-two thousand vehicles. And the obsolete ones were to be dispersed among separate divisions. The total number of tank divisions was determined to be one hundred and twenty. Five hundred tanks in each. And thus Stalin wanted to bring the total number of tanks in the USSR to sixty thousand. And only after that could he risk setting out on a campaign against Europe.
  But Hitler did not waste time either. In addition to the Panther and Tiger, the Third Reich also produced the Lev tank, which had previously been a design. In real history, the Lev tank was prevented from appearing by both a lack of resources and heavy bombing of the Third Reich. But this time, the Germans had better resources.
  And the newest 105-mm cannon with an initial projectile velocity of 1000 meters per second is very good for fighting heavy Soviet tanks.
  There was a fierce air battle for Britain. Here the Germans were producing new planes in large and ever-increasing quantities. But their main asset was their pilots. Since there was a shortage of pilots, women were increasingly recruited into the air force. The female pilots Albina and Alvina became especially famous and became formidable aces.
  The Germans formed many foreign divisions. Their troops reached the borders of Burma, where they joined with the Japanese, and took control of the entire Black Continent. And they built factories at a rapid pace.
  Many German aces gained fame, but the best was Marseille. In June 1942, he exceeded the score of one hundred and fifty downed aircraft, and received the highest award of the Third Reich: the Knight's Cross of the Diamond Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds. And half a year later, he exceeded three hundred downed machines, for which he was awarded a new award: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  The Germans had noticeably increased their strength. Their troops were conducting successful submarine warfare.
  The strength of the fascist submarines grew, both in number and quality. They had their heroes. Rudel distinguished himself in the attack aviation. He sank the English battleship Victoria, for which he was generously awarded by the Fuhrer.
  Stalin did not sit idly by either. The USSR was building up its potential. The third five-year plan was overfulfilled. And production doubled. Stalin demanded that the pace be maintained and production doubled in the fourth five-year plan.
  In the first half of 1943, the USSR produced more than four and a half thousand heavy tanks. Especially increasing the percentage of KV 4 and KV 5.
  The Nazis also increased their weapons production. In particular, the Tiger-2 appeared ahead of time. It had an 88-mm cannon, which with a longer barrel could penetrate the Soviet KV from a combat distance, but at the same time the machine was not as heavy as the Lion, which weighed ninety tons. And what is more, its cannon was more rapid-fire and had a larger supply of shells.
  The Germans were pressing the British and Americans in the air. After their defeats at sea, the US was weakened and could not bomb the Third Reich there. And this allowed the Germans to stamp out weapons faster. In particular, the Maus appeared. But its enormous weight of 188 tons made combat use difficult. Although the protection was excellent from all angles.
  In the first half of 1943, the Germans increased their submarine production and sank more ships than Britain and the United States built. And so the Fuhrer decided that the moment was right to land on Britain.
  And so in August 1943, the landing took place. Meinstein commanded it. The fascists were strong, and their tanks were very strong. The ME-309 fought in the sky, which proved to be a very dangerous aircraft. It had both speed and armament: three 30-millimeter aircraft cannons and four machine guns.
  The landing was successful. The Americans provided almost no help to the British. The situation was aggravated by the fact that part of Britain wanted an alliance with the Germans against Russia.
  The Fritzes landed from different sides, including some of their troops who arrived from Norway. The fascists also used underwater tanks during the landing, and something very cool.
  The betrayal of some of the English generals also helped the Third Reich to capture the metropolis within a week.
  So London fell and Churchill fled to Canada.
  In the second half of 1943, the USSR produced more than five thousand new tanks.
  But the Third Reich had already increased its potential. The Panther-2 with more powerful armament and better protection entered production. There were also many regular Panthers.
  Hitler faced a dilemma: continue the war with America or go to the USSR? In December, Operation Icarus was carried out and Iceland was captured. Thus, they protected themselves from American bombing.
  However, the USA is far away and separated by an ocean. And Stalin is right next to you? Sending troops overseas is too risky and technically difficult.
  And Hitler makes the decision in 1944 to attack the USSR together with Japan.
  Stalin is also preparing for battle. The working day in the USSR is increased to ten hours. The production of the newest tanks in the first half of the year reaches seven thousand. A larger KV-6 has also appeared. Its weight has reached a record two hundred and twenty tons, and two guns - one of 203-millimeter caliber.
  The T-34-85 also appeared. A more powerful version of the T-34.
  The Germans are not sitting still either. The "Lion"-2 was made the most modern modification. The turret is shifted back, and the engine and transmission are located in front together and across. And the gearbox is on the engine itself. And this has compacted the layout so much that it allowed, with the same weight, to make the armor much thicker, especially on the sides. And the gun has become faster-firing. The "Tiger"-2 received a more powerful engine and a narrow turret, which even made it a little lighter and better protected, but with good driving characteristics. And instead of the "Maus", the E-100 entered production, a lighter, more mobile and better protected tank.
  The main tank of the Third Reich was the Panther-2 with an 88-mm cannon. This machine was more powerful than the most common Soviet T-34.
  But for now the fascists were outnumbered by tanks. But they have jet aircraft, which the USSR does not have yet.
  The Fuhrer's main advantage is his overwhelming superiority in infantry. It is impossible to recruit as many soldiers in the USSR as the Third Reich - there is not enough population.
  The Third Reich also churned out more airplanes, and they were probably better.
  And pilots have much more military experience.
  So the forces are unequal. In aviation and infantry, the Third Reich has the advantage. Plus there is the Japanese front.
  Stalin had gathered twelve million soldiers, nine of them on the Western Front, the rest against Japan. Hitler concentrated twenty against the USSR, mostly from foreign divisions. Taking into account the outdated models, the USSR had an advantage in tanks. But if we take heavy and medium tanks, then due to the rapid increase in production, the Germans were already catching up with the USSR. And their medium-level machines were more powerful and heavier.
  In artillery, there is approximate parity, but Hitler's guns had a larger caliber. Plus, there is Japan.
  In aviation, the Germans had a nominal parity of one and a half times. But in reality it was more, since the USSR did not have enough pilots. And the Third Reich had more of the newest aircraft, including jet aircraft.
  The entire balance of power is not in favor of the USSR. And Japan is also hanging on its tail.
  True, the Germans have a lot of foreign infantry, but more divisions are professional and have combat experience. As do the Japanese.
  However, the main problem of the Red Army is that they are not trained enough to defend themselves. True, the Molotov fortification line was completed. Still, there was a head start of three years compared to real history. And the Stalin line was restored.
  But you also need to be able to command correctly in defense. Stalin decided to defend himself. He didn't want to be an aggressor. The USSR seemed to have a lot of guns, and there was rocket artillery, but still not everything was suitable for defense.
  Pilot Marcel became a living legend. In real history, he accidentally crashed in the summer of 1942. But then the events shifted a little and this accident did not happen.
  After he had brought the count to five hundred planes, he was awarded the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross. And that is an honor. Now he has set his sights on the USSR.
  Hitler has many more divisions than in 1941. And he expects to gain the upper hand. But Stalin, of course, has his own trump cards. For example, many rivers and defensive zones.
  And so the attack took place on June 22, 1941. It was carried out by large forces, and in all three directions. The Nazis were counting on crushing the USSR before winter, with large masses of infantry.
  Initially, success did indeed help them. The Molotov Line was broken. But the Stalin Line held somewhat more firmly. The Nazis suffered heavy infantry losses in the very first days.
  However, their tanks are not ideal either. They often broke down, especially the heavy ones. But the Soviet KV series also showed their unreliability. The practice of battles showed that monsters are a big burden for war.
  The T-34-76 and T-34-85 turned out to be much more practical. Although their guns are not strong enough.
  The battles also showed that Soviet commanders were not very skilled in defense, but they learned quickly.
  The first heroes appeared. Here was pilot Anastasia Vedmakova, who had already distinguished herself during the Spanish campaign and was now confidently racking up scores.
  He awarded her the Hero's Star for the first twenty-five German planes shot down.
  The young woman herself fought in a bikini and barefoot, which is why she also had phenomenal results.
  Anastasia fought with the young Akulina Orlova, and both girls are very beautiful and feisty.
  Anastasia knocked down a German car by pressing her bare foot on the pedal and squealed:
  - Glory to the times of communism! No, the enemies will not have cynicism!
  Akulina also shot down a German plane using her bare toes and agreed:
  - Communism is beautiful, the girls' faces are dangerous!
  The girls here tried hard and pressed the enemies very actively. And such fighting beauties.
  The Germans were slowed down only at the Dnieper. The Japanese were able to capture almost all of Primorye and cut off Vladivostok.
  The situation was tense. The Blitzkrieg had failed. And the Fuhrer decided to launch an air offensive, taking advantage of his superiority in aviation.
  Stalin stood in a tough defense. But the forces were unequal. The Germans pressed harder and harder. And Turkey entered the war. In the winter, the fascists began to attack in Central Asia. And there they captured Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, and part of Uzbekistan. Stalin sent additional forces there. In 1945, the Germans acquired the E-50 tank. It weighed as much as the Panther-2, but had a more advanced gun, a low silhouette, and thick, heavily sloping armor. And as a result, the machine worked very well.
  The Germans began a new offensive bypassing the Dnieper and took Smolensk, blockaded Leningrad together with the Finns. And in the summer they even approached Moscow, where they were stopped at the Mozhaisk defense line. Then Hitler ordered to turn south. And the fascists captured the Donbass and many other lands.
  The USSR was falling apart at the seams. Its human resources were rapidly depleting in a war on two fronts.
  Stalin, in these conditions, realizing the hopelessness of the situation, proposed peace on any terms.
  Hitler agreed, on condition that he be given the Baltics, Ukraine, Belarus, the Caucasus and further along the Volga border, lands along Moscow, as well as Karelia and Leningrad up to Astrakhan, and everything that the Germans had already captured in Central Asia. And there they had already entered Kazakhstan.
  Japan also received its pieces in Siberia.
  Stalin agreed to this, since this was the only chance to save the USSR and hold on to Moscow.
  Plus, it was necessary to pay reparations to the Third Reich for ninety-nine years. And that was very humiliating. And the gold reserves of the USSR were taken to Germany.
  Russia lost a lot, but managed to at least partially survive. And Hitler, worried about the Makhantov project, decided to finish off the USA.
  In December 1945, a peace treaty was signed with the USSR. And now the Nazis turned their faces to the USA.
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  America did try to create an atomic bomb, but its work was slow. In the spring of 1946, the Nazis began landing in Greenland and Cuba.
  And part of their forces were transferred to Argentina. In Cuba, the local population supported the German troops and the landing was successful. The Fritzes and Japanese began to tighten the ring. They advanced through Latin America. Brazil entered the war on the side of the Third Reich. The situation became complicated.
  In the summer, battles also took place for Canada, where the Fritzes tried to create a bridgehead.
  Gerda and her crew fought on an improved modification of the E-50. The machine weighed sixty-five tons. It had a 105-millimeter cannon with a 100 EL barrel length.
  The frontal armor was 250 mm, and the side armor was 170 mm. This tank had a 1,500 horsepower engine and excellent driving characteristics.
  So the Americans have nothing to counter this with. The obsolete, albeit mass-produced Sherman was only good for allowing German tank aces to rack up scores. The Pershing was a little better, but its gun was still weak against the E-50 with its improved layout. And only the Super Pershing, a tank that was not very mass-produced, had a chance to penetrate the side and up close of the tank in which Gerda and her crew were riding.
  The girl from the Third Reich fired by pressing the joystick button with her bare toes, hitting an American tank and cooed:
  - I am a super class girl!
  Charlotte also fired at the American tanks and agreed:
  - And you're also a hyper level!
  Christina fired her bare toes at the Yankee's car again and squealed:
  - This is the strategy of the big game!
  Magda also fired with the bare toes of her graceful feet and noted:
  - You girls would do better to talk about God!
  Gerda fired again, using her bare heel, and noted:
  - If you think about it, we don't need the Bible. We are Aryans, not Jews. And we shouldn't stoop to the level of sheep or goats!
  Christina nodded vigorously, sending another projectile with her bare toes:
  - Of course, it's not worth it! Especially since in the Bible the lamb will shepherd the saved nations with an iron rod. And what do we need such happiness for?
  Magda replied angrily:
  - What do you want in the fiery gene?
  Charlotte laughed and responded by shooting at the Americans with her bare toes:
  - It is possible to come up with something more terrible than fire! And that the inquisitors who burn witches at the stake are trivially sadists!
  Magda said decisively, pressing the joystick button with her bare heel:
  - This is very cruel! And they have no faith!
  Gerda destroyed the American cannon and noted:
  - And who has true faith?
  Magda replied with a sigh:
  - There are very few such people!
  And again she fired with the help of bare toes of her chiseled feet.
  Yes, the girls here are strong in discussions. And they can show a lot and wink with their sapphire eyes.
  And the war goes on. And battles are taking place in the sky. Albina and Alvina are racking up scores and have already personally shot down many planes.
  And their aggressiveness knows no bounds.
  Albina, using her bare toes, sent a killer gift to death and chirped:
  - Glory to the love of Christ!
  Alvina, also using her bare toes, cut off the American car and added:
  - How airy and pure!
  And the girls again fired bursts, shooting down US planes.
  But this is a war like any other. In the summer, part of Canada was already captured. And after that, autumn passed.
  The Germans stormed Toronto. They are acting energetically. They have tanks and machine guns that are better than the Americans. The Fritzes also got a Tiger-3. The machine is an evolution of the E-75. It is also powerful: the frontal armor is three hundred millimeters, the side armor is two hundred. And the gun is 128 millimeters long with a barrel of 100 EL. And such a tank showed itself well. Although it is excessive force.
  The Fritzes advanced and took city after city.
  In winter they already set out from the north onto American territory. And there they broke the stubborn resistance of the Yankees.
  America had no chance. And it was impossible to create an atomic bomb.
  America was bombed by heavy TA-400s. Even more powerful TA-500s, which destroyed famines and military facilities.
  By spring, the Germans had already captured Canada entirely and part of the USA. And during the spring itself, they took Philadelphia and much other territory.
  More than a third of the United States and Alaska were captured. And Mexico was also conquered by American and Japanese troops.
  In the summer, the Nazi offensive continued. And the US chances were melting away right before our eyes.
  In August, the Nazis began to storm New York. Flying saucers took part in the battles.
  Here is one of them where Eva and Agatha fought. Two beautiful girls in bikinis were driving a powerful machine.
  It was flowed around by a laminar stream and was invulnerable to small arms. And the girls themselves used heat rays when shooting.
  Eva pressed the joystick button with her bare toes, emitting heat rays, igniting enemies as if with flame, and squealed:
  - Glory to the Third Reich!
  Agatha, firing with her bare toes, also cooed at the top of her lungs:
  - Let victory be ours!
  The girl is extremely combative and beautiful. And how she fires a laser at enemies.
  And the heat rays will melt another American tank.
  And on land, Gerda attacks. She is also a fighting girl.
  And here she and her crew are already in the very center. And shells are bouncing off the tank's turret. And the girls themselves are going to hit the Yankees. And they're going to tear apart a whole cloud of people and they're acting with all their aggression. The warriors are so frisky and impetuous, with their bare, chiseled feet.
  They even sing, baring their teeth. These are the fighting beauties of the Third Reich. And they shoot quite accurately. And they pierce the enemy like needles through butter.
  Now New York has fallen. The US capitulates and its troops surrender.
  Thus another page of history is turned. It seems to be a victory... But after some time Hitler also captures Latin America.
  And on April 20, 1953, he starts a war with Japan and its colonies. The forces of the Third Reich have superiority in technology.
  And they attack using powerful weapons, including invulnerable flying saucers.
  Albina and Alvina are fighting on a disc. They are fighting girls, and they say they are. And they press the joystick buttons with their bare toes.
  Here they are, burning Japanese troops during the offensive.
  Heat rays fly like a carpet. And the girls laugh to themselves. And shake their breasts with scarlet nipples.
  Albina even sang:
  - No one will stop us, no one will defeat us!
  And with her bare heel she pressed the joystick buttons, hitting her opponents. This is the kind of girl she is, born of a she-wolf.
  Alvina also presses the joystick buttons with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For my cosmic power, we will drive the collective farmer president into the grave!
  And wink at her friend!
  Yes, the warriors are very nimble and swift, like lightning. There is a real fire burning inside them.
  Albina aims with her bare foot and fires a heat beam. It burns enemies and squeaks:
  - For my great victories!
  Yes, the girls here are of the highest level and class. They can do things that others can't. And they crush the Japanese with the mad energy of she-wolves.
  But it is not only the Germans and other foreign armies that kill the samurai.
  The USSR, now commanded by Beria, also entered the war. Incidentally, Stalin, upset by the defeat with the Third Reich, died earlier in March 1951. And Beria managed to seize power. And now, even having strengthened himself, he is in the same harness with Hitler.
  And they attack the samurai together.
  And Elizaveta's crew fights the Japanese in Primorye. The girl is very combative and active.
  They, of course, fight barefoot and in bikinis. And they beat the samurai with enthusiasm.
  While still humming;
  - And the fight continues again,
  And my heart feels anxious in my chest...
  And Lenin is so young,
  And young October is ahead!
  And so Elizabeth, using her bare toes, shoots from the T-54 tank's gun at the Japanese vehicle and kills it.
  After which she cooed:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Ekaterina also hit the enemy using her bare toes. She pierced the samurai tank and noted aggressively:
  - There is no more glorious country than ours!
  Elena shot at the enemy and cooed:
  - There will be an era of communism on Earth!
  Euphrasiya, also using her bare toes, slapped and squealed:
  - Death to the evil president-Satan!
  The warriors here, it must be said, are of the highest and most combative class.
  And in the sky, Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are racking up bills.
  Anastasia shot down a Japanese fighter and sang:
  - And barefoot girls fly in the sky!
  Akulina, cutting down the samurai with her bare legs, chirped:
  - Cool element! Cool element!
  The warriors are flexing their abdominal muscles. They are in perfect shape and can win a war with ease.
  Anastasia, shooting down another plane, went and cooed:
  - There will be a cool capture of the enemies and their defeat!
  Akulina agreed with this, knocking down the enemy with the help of her bare toes:
  - We'll cause total destruction!
  The Japanese were pressed...
  Here, the Soviet tank LP-10, on which the girls from Alenka's crew are fighting, is also participating in the battle.
  And they fight in a large vehicle with a 130mm cannon.
  Alenka shoots with her bare toes and chirps:
  - This is glory to communism!
  Anyuta also fired at the enemy. She hit the enemy and squeaked:
  - In the name of new ideas!
  And she also slapped him with her bare heel.
  Alla pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple. She amazed the samurai and yelped:
  - For the greatness of the country!
  Maria, firing at the enemy, squealed:
  - For the unity of Russians throughout the world!
  And I also used a strawberry nipple for shooting.
  And Olympiada will hit the enemy. She will destroy a mass of fighters and chirp:
  - For Rus', the most holy in the world!
  And he will also kick the enemy with his bare heel.
  The girls are, I must say, extremely dashing. And they have a colossal coolness.
  Of course, Japan cannot resist such pressure.
  Moreover, the Fritzes used nuclear weapons, which was a total shock.
  The war ended in six months.
  The USSR regained its previously lost lands, and the Third Reich conquered the samurai and all their colonies.
  Well, another short peaceful pause. The Germans were digesting their possessions. And preparing for world domination.
  On April 20, 1957, Hitler attacked the USSR, where Beria was the ruler. And his offensive turned out to be very bloody.
  The forces are of course unequal. And the border is not far from Moscow.
  But Oleg Rybachenko and the landing force of time travelers are in place and ready to fight the fascists.
  And he fights with wild fury.
  And along with him is the eternal girl Margarita Korshunova and a team of witch girls.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy's bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And what in the eyes, what in the throat of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, cutting down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet are just flashing. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here is Natasha on the offensive. She chops down the Nazis along with the tanks, and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a tube. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - to shoot down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Augustina, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and cuts the Nazis. With her bare feet she throws gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a mass of Nazis in a jump.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  He starts singing a whole ballad, composing it on the fly;
  Glory to Russia, you holy country,
  In it, every child is a warrior from the nursery...
  The girl shoots - proud and barefoot,
  After all, she is an eagle, not a sparrow!
  
  Dedicate your heart to the Fatherland - brave warrior,
  Let the lush land of the Soviets flourish...
  Let's open the door to space, guys,
  And we will open the account with true victories!
  
  Let Russia grow, lush, cool,
  I believe the era of communism is coming...
  The girl is beautiful, slender, barefoot,
  And the plane takes off quickly and swiftly!
  
  People don't like stupidity and vulgarity,
  Promise to serve the Lord faithfully...
  Sometimes it's not easy to be brave,
  The hunter too will turn into the game!
  
  I, a green kid, became a pioneer,
  The fighter has just crossed over into hell...
  The maples blossom luxuriantly, like the sun,
  And our almighty Rod is our holy Father!
  
  I fight fascism, barefoot boy,
  He tied the red tie tightly to his neck...
  And the maples are making such a loud noise, you can see it,
  And therefore, God is a bright ideal!
  
  Stalin, our banner is the color of a rose,
  We fight the Fritz, always with fury...
  It will be really cool, barefoot from the cold,
  And a stormy, lush spring will come!
  
  Beautiful Komsomol girls,
  Like fiery flowers...
  The ringing voice of sandals,
  There will be joy - happiness and dreams!
  
  Don't let the innocent suffer,
  For happiness to last forever...
  There was a time of ancient epics,
  And now there is youth - vanity!
  
  Let's not let Hitler rise,
  The best White God in the world is with us...
  Russians have always known how to fight -
  May the possessed Fuhrer die!
  
  I know that Russia's power will be eternal,
  The enemies will not be able to keep us in check...
  The Fritzes are completely inhuman,
  And they are only capable of killing!
  
  But the pioneers fight bravely,
  Boys, we are the sons of the Motherland...
  And we will show examples of valor,
  Our most radiant country!
  
  The Komsomol loves the brave very much,
  The bravest fighters in bloom...
  What's ruining us guys too...
  For the sake of the bravest fighters!
  
  Raise your banners, knights,
  We will preserve the greatness of the country...
  Pioneer, be hardened in heart,
  For the sake of eternal spring in Rus'!
  
  Communism will be able to survive,
  Will make Russia above all others...
  We will fight the enemy to the end,
  Glory, faith and success are with us!
  
  To the greatest mother Russia,
  We will be able to show peace and order...
  People on Earth will become happier,
  And we will get, I know for sure, five!
  
  No one will stop us at all,
  Our enemies will not be able to defeat us...
  Kindness will reign on the throne,
  Though the thread of life's silk is fragile!
  
  I fight bravely near Moscow,
  The bravest pioneer in the world...
  Even if the Fuhrer is in alliance with Satan,
  I believe there will never be any problems!
  
  I believe there will be strength against enemies,
  I know that any army will be crushed...
  And I know Adolf, the grave awaits him,
  He will definitely be able to tear him to pieces!
  
  Communism will be very cool,
  And our sacred parade will pass...
  Even though the fascists nail very stupidly,
  But the result will be real!
  
  We will never surrender to the enemy,
  With us, faith is full of valor...
  Even though the enemy simply went mad,
  The damned fiend Satan is coming!
  
  We love our true Russia,
  That blooms like a lush rose...
  Stalin is also like a messiah,
  And the victories will open a cool account!
  
  No, we will not give the enemy mercy,
  There is strength in us, brave now...
  The knights are awaiting rewards,
  The evil villain will be destroyed!
  
  And in the name of God Jesus,
  We will defeat the fascists...
  We are masters of the art of knights,
  You are like a mother to Russia!
  
  And in the Name of that universal glory,
  What, believe me, surrounds us...
  We will raise the flag of the holy state,
  So that the fire in the heart does not go out!
  
  GIRLS-MAKERS OF HISTORY
  These girls are truly history makers. Both beauties, Albina and Alvina, shot down American bombers that tried to attack Japanese aircraft carriers during the Battle of Midway. And then they sank American ships. After which Japan was able to capture the Hawaiian Archipelago and gain a foothold in the Pacific Ocean.
  But the Land of the Rising Sun did not attack the USSR anyway. It only attacked Australia and began a campaign against India. Fearing the loss of this colony, Churchill sent additional forces there, refusing to send reinforcements to Egypt.
  Operation "Torch" against Rommel never began. True, the Nazis were beaten at Stalingrad. And they rolled back. Then it was like in real history, Mainstein's counterattack with flanking. True, since the fascists did not have to transfer additional troops to Africa, Mainstein's counterattack won in strength, and the fascists were able to take Kursk before the spring thaw, and inflict more losses on the Red Army. Thus, there was no Kursk Bulge, and the front leveled out.
  In addition, due to the defeat by Japan, the Americans actually stopped bombing the Third Reich, and the Nazis were able to launch a series of not only Panthers and Tigers, but also the Lion tank.
  The latter vehicle, however, was not very successful, although its shape resembled the Panther and it was well protected, but its enormous weight of ninety tons and insufficient engine made its running characteristics low.
  Hitler planned to take revenge for Stalingrad and approach the city on the Volga again. For this purpose, two powerful groups were created in the Kursk and Rostov-on-Don area. Tanks and equipment were being pulled up. Rommel was still sitting on the old line in Egypt, not receiving reinforcements. All the Nazis' attention switched to the eastern front. But Britain was also still fighting Japan, and also did not transfer reinforcements to Egypt, trying to hold on to India.
  So the Nazis, having replenished their troops through total mobilization, gathered significant forces.
  Stalin was very concerned about the possible entry into the war of Japan, which, with the support of the local population, was pushing the British out of Egypt, and decided to stick to active defense for now.
  The Germans had more forces in the east than in real history. And they produced more tanks and planes. Because the US did not bomb, and Britain almost did not bomb, the Fritzes fulfilled the plans for tanks, and were able to equip the divisions with "Lions", "Tigers", "Panthers". In addition, the self-propelled gun "Ferdinand" took part in the battle. The offensive, however, began only in early July. The Soviet troops had a powerful line of defense and were ready to repel the attack.
  The battles showed that the new German equipment was still raw. Heavy tanks often broke down and required repairs, the Focke-Wulf was not very maneuverable, the newest ME-309 also did not show itself very well, despite its powerful armament. The "Lion" tank was also disappointing. It turned out to be slow-moving, and its 105-mm cannon, although long-range and powerful, had a lower rate of fire, and in dusty and sooty conditions, its range and accuracy were not so important.
  The Tiger proved itself better than others. Well protected from all sides, with an effective gun, and capable of quickly turning around, the tank became a nightmare for the Soviet troops. However, the Lev also had some advantages. Its 100-millimeter side armor and slopes allowed it to break through the defense of Soviet guns, and made the Panther-like vehicle very durable.
  Nevertheless, the German offensive as a whole developed slowly and with great losses. But the Fritzes nevertheless broke through the Soviet defense and were able to go deeper.
  Vasilevsky advised Stalin to withdraw the Red Army beyond the Don, but Stalin refused. And the Soviet troops tried to counterattack. In defense, the Panther proved itself to be a good tank. And the oncoming battles developed in favor of the Germans, not the Red Army. The Germans are very tough fighters. But how they rained bombs on the Soviet troops. And they used gas throwers.
  The Germans suffered losses and stopped. But the Soviet troops were unable to exploit their success in a counterattack. They were stuck in an unequal battle. The Germans had more reserves, and the Red Army was receiving almost no supplies under Lend-Lease. Which affected its maneuverability and mobility. And the Nazis reached Voronezh and stopped. Everything would be fine, but winter was coming, and the Soviet troops had additional chances. However, the Nazis were lucky again. Turkey entered the war. And the British also got them involved. They wanted to have a pretext to invade other territories. In addition, Churchill was afraid that the Turks would go to Iraq. But in this case, this was not observed. Rather, on the contrary, a million Ottoman soldiers struck Baku. Because of this, Stalin had to withdraw his troops behind the Don and stand on the defensive.
  The Turks surrounded Yerevan and were able to take Batumi. But then they were stopped. The winter passed relatively calmly. Soviet troops tried to attack near Leningrad, but the Germans were able to uncover the Red Army's plan and, having brought up reinforcements, repelled the onslaught. So everything was more or less alright.
  Having survived the winter, the Germans introduced new tanks in the spring: the Panther-2, Tiger-2, and Maus. The USSR acquired the IS-2 and T-34-85. One of the German developments was the ME-262. This aircraft is fast, with powerful weapons, but not very maneuverable, but quite durable. It is difficult to shoot down the machine, but it often crashed itself. The best option was the TA-152, which was an evolution of the Focke-Wulf. And this machine is quite successful. Both speed and maneuverability are better, with powerful armor and weapons. The LA-7 and Yak-3 were developed in the USSR. But the lack of high-quality duralumin led to the fact that the Yak-3 did not go into mass production, and the Yak-9 remained. The LA-7 also remained non-serial due to the worse development of the war.
  German jet aviation was not ideal. But the bomber "Arado" showed its effectiveness. And in some things it acted cool.
  In the summer, the Germans repelled the British attempt to attack Egypt. Rommel replenished his forces, and not only managed to repel the attack, but also launched a counter-offensive. The fact that the protracted war and Churchill's indecisiveness were criticized played a role here. But the attack began when Rommel was ready, and captured Egypt. And then Iraq and Kuwait.
  The Nazis occupied the Middle East and repelled the Soviet offensive in the center. The situation became complicated. Stalin, sensing that things could get even worse, proposed a truce. He feared that the strengthened Japanese Empire would strike him in the rear.
  Hitler, worried about the US plans to create an atomic bomb, agreed to a five-year peace pause. And on November 1, 1944, there was a lull.
  And the war moved to the West. Attempts at cruise missile attacks showed limited success.
  Jet aircraft proved more effective. The Germans also launched an offensive in southern Africa. And they really succeeded there. And they advanced with battles. In 1945, the Nazis increased the production of jet-powered aircraft and literally crushed Britain. After Roosevelt's death, Truman began to look for a way to make peace with the Japanese and the Third Reich. But Hitler did not want this. And so in December 1945, the Germans carried out an unexpected, daring landing in Britain and captured the metropolis in ten days.
  The war was almost over. The US declared that it was ready for peace on any terms. But Hitler and Hirohito did not want to make peace so easily.
  The Fuhrer was very concerned about the enemy's work on nuclear weapons. And so Hitler and Stalin met in person in Sweden. And they agreed that they would fight together against the USA. This, of course, suited everyone. In return, Hitler promised the USSR to give up Alaska.
  A large coalition war has unfolded against America. The Yankees could not resist the new series of German "E" tanks and powerful jet aircraft. And the German submarine fleet is strong. There are miniature submarines with one crew member, and machines not made of hydrogen peroxide that are destroying America.
  And even if the war dragged on, the US is separated by an ocean, and is economically powerful, and has a fairly large population.
  The Red Army was advancing on Alaska from Chukotka. The battles were fierce and bloody. The numerical superiority of the Red Army was opposed by the American defense, a large amount of equipment. But the Red Army broke through.
  Elizabeth's tank crew also fought in it. Of course, the witch girls have their own weapons: they are in bikinis and barefoot. And this is extremely effective. And without shoes, their toes know no miss.
  Elena, having cut up an American tank, sang with the help of her bare feet:
  - Don't play the fool, America!
  Ekaterina also hit the American with her bare toes and said:
  - Give us Alaska back quickly!
  Elizabeth thundered, using her bare legs, at the enemy with a deadly high explosive and growled:
  - Siberia and Alaska are two shores!
  Euphrasia also sent a projectile of annihilation, using her bare heels, and squeaked:
  - And the bear is the most fierce beast!
  And all four girls sang in chorus:
  - And the bear is the most fierce beast!
  Alaska was captured for quite a long time, with battles. And in the end, it fell. And in March 1948, America was finally conquered. And it was very cool.
  For a while, peace reigned. But on April 20, 1955, the Fuhrer attacked Japan. And a new, furious battle began. The Germans faced a very strong enemy. But the USSR, led by Beria, sided with Germany. In exchange, Beria expected to receive Mongolia, and southern Sakhalin with the Kuril Islands. And, on the whole, his calculations were justified. Although the samurai fought stubbornly, on May 9, 1956, after atomic bombings, the Land of the Rising Sun fell.
  The page of history has turned again. Beria has strengthened his position in the USSR. He has somewhat softened the policy of repression and tried to achieve an upswing by developing the economy according to plan.
  On April 20, 1959, during Hitler's seventieth birthday, an assassination attempt took place and the great dictator died.
  Hitler's death caused enormous confusion in the Third Reich. Adolf's official successor, Goering, had already died, from morphine abuse and gluttony. It is clear that drugs do not contribute to longevity. A new official successor had not yet been announced. It was assumed that one of Adolf Hitler's many sons, obtained through artificial insemination, would take the throne. But who exactly was unknown. And the sons were still minors.
  The sudden death of the Fuhrer led to a struggle for power and a real civil war.
  And Beria, having decided that his moment of glory had come, ordered the liberation campaign to return the previously captured territories of the USSR. Well, in this case, the loser of Stalin's times began to turn into a much more successful ruler, capable of surpassing Stalin, who had actually lost the war to Hitler.
  But, of course, Oleg Rybachenko and five girls help him.
  The boy field marshal will run a mill with his lengthened swords. How he will chop down these Nazis. And then with his bare, childish foot he will throw a gift of murderous power to annihilation. He will tear apart the mass of fascists and yell:
  - Glory to the Soviet empire!
  And then the boy will take and whistle. And a mass of crows will fall upon the German planes, knocking them out of the sky.
  Margarita Korshunova also with swords, as if she takes and chops. She will cut off a mass of machines of the brown empire. She will crumble them into splinters. She will take and set them on fire.
  And with his bare toes he will throw something incredibly deadly and destructive.
  After which the girl will sing:
  - Cosmic astral, northern wind!
  And again the whistle will sound. And a mass of crows will fall upon the German planes, ramming and shooting them down.
  Natasha acts coolly against the Nazis. First she will take swords that extend for tens of meters, and chop. Then she will give a burst from machine guns and mow down the ranks. And then with her bare toes she will throw an annihilation grenade from antimatter, and destroy an entire division. And from her scarlet nipples she will release pulsars at the enemies. And from her belly button she will strike with lightning that will burn two whole German regiments.
  And then from the womb of Venus it will launch a wave of magical tsunami and sing;
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the Sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  Zoya will also take it and hit the enemy with her crimson nipples. And then she will chop with swords. And then she will shoot with machine guns. And then her bare, sharpened feet will be thrown like a murderous present, tearing apart the Fritzes. And then a whole cascade of lightning will yelp from her navel, roasting a division of Nazis.
  And then the girl from the Venus grotto will launch a whole tornado of destructive tsunami. And it's cool!
  Zoya took it and sang:
  Someone built their rating on blood,
  He has a granite stone in his chest!
  Augustina also fights with a furious force. She is literally a volcano that erupts with furious lava. And she chops herself with swords. And shoots from machine guns with multiple disposable cartridges. And from ruby nipples, as if she will give pulsars of death. And then from her navel she will melt a whole column of tanks with lightning.
  And at the end of the day, from the bosom of Venus, a destructive gift will be released without pity.
  And he will roar:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism, in a new way!
  Svetlana also fights without restraint. And she chops German troops with her magical hoards. And she fires her machine guns non-stop. And at the same time she takes something destructive from her strawberry nipples and launches it. And she doesn't forget to throw out whole cascades of lightning from her navel.
  And finally, it will take and from the bosom of Venus will release a whole waterfall of burning magical plasma.
  And he will roar:
  - Red country,
  Red country!
  Who will tell me,
  Who will show!
  Where is she! Where is she!
  Oleg Rybachenko, seeing the enthusiasm with which the girls were fighting, again performed the "cut" technique with his swords and whistled enthusiastically...
  The crows shot down German planes by ramming them.
  The boy kicked an annihilation bomb with his bare heel, which instantly vaporized two armored divisions with infantry, and roared;
  - I'm Superman!
  Margarita also threw an annihilation bomb with her bare toes and suggested;
  - Sing, little flower, don't be shy!
  And the boy field marshal began to sing with great enthusiasm, composing as he went along;
  Glory to great Russia,
  Our radiant country...
  The stars watered the black velvet...
  You are given to us by our Family forever!
  
  The greatest saint,
  There is nothing cooler in the universe...
  We will soon make the earth a paradise,
  And we have no other way!
  
  I have become a boy forever now,
  And the boy is an immortal giant...
  You can fight well forever,
  Russian Lord, Parent!
  
  Gave the opportunity to win by playing,
  Gave an ability cooler than a cheetah...
  Let's make our planet a paradise,
  Our layout will be very cheerful!
  
  Here is the greatness of holy Russia,
  We will faithfully protect order...
  Svarog himself will become a cool mission,
  Spread your wings, know the cherub!
  
  The beautiful banners of the Motherland,
  Bright scarlet color...
  I am a boy seasoned in battles,
  There will be an eternal dawn of the Motherland!
  
  No, the enemies cannot destroy Russia,
  In her the greatness of the Lord lives...
  We will give our souls to our family in battles,
  And we will open the winning account!
  
  Glory to our Motherland Russia,
  Our people will be like a giant...
  We prayed to God Rod and asked,
  So that the people are always united!
  
  Believe me, everything will be fine in the world,
  We will become winners by playing...
  For the sake of our mother Russia,
  We'll pass all our exams with flying colors!
  
  There will be a great paradise on the planet,
  There will be pineapples in Vorkuta...
  Both adults and children are happy,
  Nobody is bored on Earth!
  Both adults and children are happy,
  Nobody is bored on Earth!
  
  Believe me, there will be an era of communism,
  Because Nicholas rules...
  The great light of Russian tsarism,
  Fight for him and dare!
  
  Motherland Russia to the whole world,
  Joyful Eden points...
  The White God will become an idol, believe me,
  And a wonderful world will come to everyone!
  
  Do not grieve, widows, because you weep bitterly,
  The Lord Almighty will resurrect everyone...
  And we will soon build a new paradise,
  Our faith is a solid monolith!
  
  We will all soon burst into the sky,
  Space will be conquered, people know...
  The sun is always above our planet,
  And Russia is the paradise of the entire universe!
  
  The birches will not bow under the axe,
  The strongest Russian spirit in the world...
  Yes, sometimes they shed bitter tears,
  Faith must not go out!
  
  We give off a strong heat to our hearts,
  It doesn't scare the guys, just know the frost...
  If we need to start a fire,
  And a bouquet of the most magnificent roses!
  
  You people believe Nikolai,
  He will lead you to communism...
  Will make the Fatherland a lush paradise,
  Go on a hike, guys!
  
  For the king we are dashing knights,
  We love to fight with a tank and a sword...
  Girls run barefoot in the cold,
  We will smash the horde of bastards into pieces!
  
  Believe in our Motherland, guys,
  It is the key to success and victories...
  Know to the infidels that retribution will come,
  We will celebrate success!
  
  There is no more beautiful homeland in the world,
  And Russia is the best of countries...
  It is dangerous for the enemy to go against us,
  We will disperse them all like monkeys!
  
  I am a boy in a pioneer company,
  I mow down all the fascists like grass...
  The boy will become a millionaire, you know,
  And I will crush any horde!
  
  There are different countries in the world, believe me,
  And you can"t find a better place in Russia...
  And bananas are already growing in Siberia,
  The best is certainly yet to come!
  
  Soon we will be on Mars, believe me,
  The girls will run barefoot...
  There will be eternal happiness in the universe,
  Let's fight fascism with our fists!
  
  And to the glory of Nicholas's strength,
  That he acquired such power just by joking...
  To fight, daring in wild fury,
  In the bright light of the Russians our eagle!
  
  We will be in Berlin and Paris,
  London will fall under me too...
  We will fly higher than the Sun as eagles,
  Communism will come with immortality!
  
  The dead will be resurrected by science,
  Eternity will always be joyful...
  Here the sounds of the organ are heard,
  So, the dream has come true!
  Here the sounds of the organ are heard -
  So, the dream has come true!
  
  
  GERDA IS NOT FROM THE SNOW QUEEN
  Gerda and her team somehow changed the course of World War II.
  The girls took part in the battle of Rommel's army in November 1941.
  They found themselves then in the very place where the British in real history were able to break through and force Rommel to lift the blockade of Tolbuk.
  And here Gerda is desperately fighting herself. Here come the English tanks. This is still 1941, but the witch girls grabbed a 1944 Panther with increased ammunition. Its gun was simply ideal for shooting at not very large tanks of the 1941 model. And the German gun fired fifteen shots per minute.
  Which was perfect for destroying English machines.
  In Africa, even at the end of November, it is quite warm, and girls in bikinis and barefoot are comfortable in ambush.
  They have more than a hundred shells and fire in turns.
  Gerda, using her bare toes, sent a shell into the English machine. She knocked down the turret and cooed:
  - For the power of the Third Reich!
  She followed her with her bare feet, and Charlotte growled:
  - We will have accomplishments!
  And here's how Christina will fire, tearing apart the German turret and roaring:
  - For victory over enemies!
  And also, of course, using bare toes.
  And then Magda fires from the gun, aiming it with her bare feet. And the English are in trouble.
  Then Gerda shoots at the English tanks again. She hits the enemy and says:
  - To successes and victories!
  Naturally, the beauty's bare feet point the barrel. That way you can't miss.
  Next comes Charlotte. The red-haired girl sends a deadly shell into the very center of the English tank's turret, with her bare feet. And she squeals:
  - For the victories of Aryan communism!
  Then Christina fights too. She is a girl of great aggression. And with her bare toes she aims the breech of the gun. She fires at the enemy, knocks down the Englishman. The broken rollers of the tracks go in all directions.
  Christina screams:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Magda fights with wild frenzy. She fires at the enemy. She hits the target with her bare toes and screams:
  - Glory to the ideas of Aryan culture!
  And how he laughs.
  Gerda, shooting her bare feet at the English, asked:
  - What do you think, girls, does God exist?
  Charlotte, sending a projectile with the help of her bare heel, replied:
  - I don"t know about the Almighty, but higher powers definitely exist and they really help us!
  Christina threw the projectile into the breech with her bare feet and cooed:
  - Now we are defeating the British lion!
  And the shell certainly pierced yet another English tank.
  Magda also shot at the enemy quite accurately. Using her bare toes, she chirped:
  - Glory to white communism!
  Gerda fired again with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Glory to the country where there is always room for everyone to achieve a feat!
  Charlotte nailed the enemy. Accurately hit the target with her bare legs. She smashed the Englishman and agreed:
  - We always have room for heroism!
  Christina smashed the enemy. She crushed the enemy. She destroyed a mass of English vehicles and cooed:
  - We will fight for Nietzsche's ideas!
  And she hit the armor with her bare heel.
  Magda hit the enemy with a projectile, using her bare toes, and crushed it into small pieces. Then she chirped:
  - Let's kiss!
  And how she laughs.
  Yes, these girls organized a bloody hunt for the English. And destroyed so many tanks.
  In total, one hundred and twenty pieces during the entire battle, having completely used up all the shells.
  And Britain was unable to lift the siege of Tolbuk. But Rommel, having fought off the enemy, still managed, having received, albeit small, but still reinforcements from Europe, to take Tolbuk. After which the offensive on Egypt began. It was quite successful.
  Moreover, Gerda and her team on the Panther took part in the decisive battle again.
  Gerda again fired at the English with her bare toes, destroying the tank, and hissed:
  - I'm a she-wolf!
  Charlotte also shot out her bare feet and squeaked:
  - I am the greatest of warriors!
  Christina pointed the breech with her bare toes. She fired at the English. She hit the target and yelped:
  - I am from the white wolf breed!
  Magda also shot very accurately. She hit the enemy. And broke the metal, cooing:
  - For the victory of the Aryan spirit!
  And again, a bare heel hits the armor.
  The girls, as you can see, are of an extremely strong and fighting breed.
  Gerda shoots at an English tank with her bare feet. She hits it, tears off the turret and screams:
  - Glory to the ideas of the Aryan brotherhood!
  Charlotte also makes a well-aimed shot. She hits the enemy with a very precise hit after pressing with her bare heel. After which the red-haired vixen bares her teeth and squeals:
  - For the victory of the white brotherhood!
  Christina is also a very accurate shooter, using her bare toes. She pierces her opponent and growls:
  - For the ideas of white communism!
  And then Magda gives it to you. And she does it very precisely and accurately. She smashes the enemy and screams:
  - For Aryan ideas!
  And he will also use his bare toes to point to the target.
  The English are completely defeated in Egypt. With the support of the local population, Rommel's troops enter Iraq and capture Kuwait. Stalin sends his troops to help the English, but because of this, Turkey enters the war.
  As a result, the Ottoman troops, together with the Germans, captured almost the entire Caucasus.
  And Rommel is the first to enter Baku. And Gerda's crew fought with the Soviet units on the "Panther". Of course, it couldn't do without these witch girls.
  Gerda fired at Soviet tanks with her bare toes and sang:
  - For our new order!
  Shallot also fired with her bare feet, penetrating the T-34 turret and cooed:
  - For the total success of our weapons!
  Christina also sent a shell, very successfully. She destroyed the Soviet machine and squeaked:
  - For ideas of new thinking!
  Magda also launched a shell at the Soviet troops. Using her bare toes, she did it so successfully that she hit the turret butt and tore it off.
  After which she squeaked:
  - For winning decisions!
  Baku fell, back in 1942. But Japan in this world is beaten at Midway and is losing. And the USA and Britain land in Morocco. Which is quite dangerous. But the Caucasus is lost to the USSR. And attempts to advance near Rzhev and Sychov, as well as to recapture Stalingrad, suffer defeats and are repelled by the Wehrmacht.
  And then the brilliant Rommel launches a powerful counterattack against the American and British troops in Algeria.
  And again Gerda is there fighting with her partners.
  Of course, where there are witch girls, there is victory.
  Gerda, using her bare toes, aims the gun. Makes a well-aimed shot. Penetrates the enemy's turret, in this case the American tank "Grand".
  And he says:
  - Glory to the ideas that lead to the top!
  Charlotte also fired at the American tank, using her bare toes. She pierced its armor and said:
  - To the lush peaks!
  Christina also smashed the enemy using her bare feet. She pierced his tank and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - The future will truly be ours!
  Magda fired accurately, aiming her bare feet at the enemy, knocked down the American and squealed:
  - Total success!
  Indeed, the English and American troops were completely defeated and destroyed. More than one hundred and thirty thousand Allied soldiers were taken prisoner. A major victory.
  In these conditions, Stalin offered peace to the Third Reich. Especially since Churchill did the same after the defeat in Morocco. Hitler agreed, but on the condition that the USSR not only give up everything the Third Reich had conquered, but also pay reparations. Stalin agreed. The blockade of Leningrad was lifted, but in exchange the USSR gave up Murmansk and Karelia entirely. The borders in the center were slightly leveled.
  Stalin pledged to supply the Germans with grain and ore, and to curtail the partisan movement in the occupied territories. In addition, the USSR also ceded the port of Arkhangelsk and Astrakhan, and agreed to replace prisoners of war with workers in a ratio of one to two. There were very few German prisoners themselves. And Hitler turned his attention to Britain.
  His troops, led by Meinstein, captured Iran and India. And the rest of the forces began to capture Africa.
  At the same time, the air battle continued. Here, the Germans were in for some disappointments. The ME-309 was very fast and superbly armed, but it turned out to be heavy and less maneuverable, like the Focke-Wulf. However, with the right tactics, these fighters remained very effective.
  The ME-262 jet aircraft didn't quite justify itself either. But jet bombers are good. Enemy fighters can't catch them and it's hard to hit them with anti-aircraft guns.
  The conquest of Africa gave the Germans enormous resources, and they launched an air offensive against Britain.
  But here America helped with its aviation. And not everything worked out for the Germans.
  And the V-1 rockets didn't justify themselves at all. They were just unnecessary expenses.
  However, the Germans were still prepared for landing in Britain. And they managed to outplay the British. They took it upon themselves and landed on November 4, 1944, during the US presidential elections. And no one expected that the Nazis would risk poking their noses into the continent during the cold season.
  And of course, Gerda and the team were at the forefront of the attack again. Only this time the girls were in the most modern tank "Panther"-2, with stronger protection and a perfect gun.
  And as usual, they used bare feet and tenacious fingers.
  Gerda, however, fired for a change, pressing the trigger with her scarlet nipple and squealing:
  - For change and the flag of communism!
  Charlotte, also flashing her strawberry nipples, yelped:
  - Aryan communism!
  Christina also hit, but this time with the help of her bare toes, squealing:
  - For success in battle!
  Magda fired, pressing with her bare heel, and said:
  - For Aryan holidays of peace!
  The girls helped take over Britain and put a puppet king on the throne.
  And the war continued. The Nazis captured Iceland. The US tried to recapture it. But the Germans already had quite a strong jet aircraft. The new planes were more advanced, and the Germans learned to fight on them. And the Nazis had a formidable submarine fleet. Especially submarines running on hydrogen peroxide. Now that was a serious problem.
  The US failed to create an atomic bomb in 1945. And the Germans captured Greenland and began to infiltrate Canada. Stalin also declared war on the US. In return, Hitler promised to soften reparations and give Alaska back as legitimate Soviet territory. In short, they pounced on America.
  The Japanese and Germans were advancing from the south, using bridgeheads in Brazil and Argentina. The Americans were gradually being squeezed. The new German E series of tanks completely dominated the battlefield, and crushed the United States.
  In August 1948, the United States was invaded and the remnants of its forces capitulated.
  And on April 20, 1955, the Third Reich attacked Japan... The samurai, having many colonies, resisted for almost two years. The USSR, which was ruled at that time by Malenkov, fought on the side of the Third Reich and returned southern Sakhalin and the Kuril Islands.
  Hitler would probably have attacked the USSR. But on April 20, 1958, he crashed his plane. And at the age of sixty-nine, he ended his rule. After that, the struggle for power began in the Third Reich. And a serious, real one.
  In the USSR, too, Malenkov was overthrown, and Shelepin came to power. The new head of state, taking advantage of the fact that the Third Reich was burning in a civil war, began to recapture his former possessions.
  Here Oleg Rybachenko and his partners entered the battle...
  The boy marshal threw grenades with his bare toes, tearing apart the fascists, and yelled:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism of the USSR!
  The girl Margarita also chopped the mill with swords. She chopped up the fascists. And then with her bare toes she will launch the present of annihilation, tearing apart the Fritzes.
  And how he sings:
  - Glory to the land of communism!
  And after that the immortal children will whistle, so that the fainted crows will rain down on the Fritzes. And the young warriors will yell:
  - Glory to the idea of white, pure communism!
  Natasha also fights with great fury. Her bare feet throw a boomerang of death with lethal force, literally mowing down the fascists. And lightning flies out of her scarlet nipple.
  And he will roast a whole battalion of Fritzes.
  The girl cries:
  - For the mighty wings of Shelepin!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. She crushes the fascists, throwing grenades with her bare toes. And then, as if from a raspberry nipple, she takes and hits.
  After which he will growl:
  - For the most beautiful communism!
  Augustina is also very aggressive in attack. She fights with fascists. And sends lightning bolts at the enemies with her ruby nipples. After which she says with a smile:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism! And may the God of Christians fall into hell!
  Svetlana noted with an angry look:
  - They've really turned the world into a madhouse!
  And the girls with their bare feet threw a bomb of murderous force from sawdust. And then, as if from strawberry nipples, it would charge with something completely murderous.
  And he will yell:
  - For the greatness of our state!
  Natasha gave a burst of scarlet nipples and cooed:
  - And in the name of universal glory!
  And again he will launch the gift of death with his bare toes.
  Zoya fired from her crimson nipples. She burned part of Hitler's troops. And she said:
  - Our homeland is great, put your fist in the face!
  And with her bare toes the girl launched a gift of lethal force. And tore the enemy apart.
  And then a pulsar will shoot out from the navel. And it will tear the opponents apart.
  Augustine is on the offensive again. She will launch lightning bolts from her ruby nipples. Which will hit the fascists and cut down their tanks and planes.
  And then it hits from the navel.
  And he will roar:
  - For the greatness of the new Russian fields!
  And then Svetlana will hit the enemy with her strawberry nipples and burn a whole regiment of enemies. And then she will hit from her belly button, which is not possible with ordinary weapons. And she will tear apart a cloud of brown soldiers. The girl is very aggressive.
  And with his bare toes he will launch a grenade of destructive power.
  And she roared with all her might:
  - For communism and victories!
  So the four of them went wild, crushing the Germans as if they were being beaten out with an iron. And how could the Third Reich stand here?
  And the girls took Berlin and brought victory together with Oleg Rybachenko to all progressive humanity.
  
  THE FUHRER IS SMARTER AND MORE DANGEROUS THAN USUAL
  The Fuhrer gave Mussolini active assistance during the war with Greece. As soon as the Italians began to lose, the German air force entered the battle, and divisions passed through Yugoslavia. Such a demarche allowed the Greeks to be defeated, and the English corps in the Balkans. And the capture of Crete occurred much earlier and was more successful, with fewer losses.
  And thus the Nazis were able to distract the English from Libya, and did not allow the Italians to be defeated there. And after some time, the fascists captured Malta.
  There was no anti-Hitler uprising in Yugoslavia. And the Germans were able to avoid losing time when attacking the USSR. In addition, this time Rommel did not go to Africa. Because in Libya Mussolini's troops avoided defeat and sat in fortifications, having moved a little in Egypt.
  Rommel this time fought in the Eastern Fleet. Hitler allocated somewhat more forces for the Barbarossa plan, but did not transfer troops to Africa and did not occupy Yugoslavia. Moreover, Yugoslavia itself allocated troops for the war with the USSR. And Greece was occupied by Italian and Bulgarian units.
  The Nazi offensive began on May 15, 1941. It developed quite successfully. Close in those with real history, but somewhat faster in the south, where there were more forces, such a remarkable commander as Rommel turned out to be.
  There were approximately one hundred and sixty to ten more German divisions than in real history. And the air force turned out to be stronger.
  But the fascists had to turn south anyway. Since the Germans were stronger there, the operation went faster than in real history.
  And the decisive offensive on Moscow began at the end of July and the beginning of August.
  And the Germans were able to surround the capital even before the onset of the October thaw.
  Stalin, of course, fled to Kuibyshev and tried to organize resistance there. Moscow was surrounded, and by order from above neither it nor Leningrad was to be surrendered. The Germans were able to capture Ryazan and encircled Gorky. The Soviet troops found themselves in a cauldron.
  It is not easy to take a huge capital. In the south, the Germans entered Crimea and captured all the cities except Sevastopol. Rostov-on-Don was also captured, and Donbass, Voroshilovgrad, Donetsk, and other cities were captured on the move. The Nazis were able to take Belgorod and Kursk, reaching Voronezh. However, the fighting in the latter city dragged on. The Germans also took Tikhvin and Vokhlov, and completely blocked Leningrad - with a double ring.
  In winter the Germans stopped. Soviet troops tried to counterattack. But they achieved only limited success, lifting only the blockade of Gorkov.
  But in March the situation worsened. Moscow fell after a protracted siege. And soon Leningrad, exhausted by hunger, capitulated.
  The Germans began a new offensive in two directions at once. Towards Kazan and the Caucasus. And Japan also entered the war. The US did not impose an oil embargo against the Land of the Rising Sun, and the Japanese acted logically - they did not risk attacking the US alone while Germany was tied to the war with the USSR.
  And in the spring, as soon as it got warmer, they attacked themselves. The English behaved rather passively. And in Africa the war froze. But the Germans in the east achieved new major successes, taking Gorky, Kazan, Stalingrad after encirclement and approaching Astrakhan.
  Here Stalin, realizing that the matter was hopeless, asked for peace on any terms, but without the word capitulation.
  Hitler agreed that the border would run along the Volga, and further north to Vologda. Plus the USSR would pay reparations. True, in return Hitler put pressure on Japan, and they agreed to take only Primorye, Mongolia, and part of the Amur region, including Khabarovsk.
  The USSR survived in a greatly truncated form. But it survived nonetheless. And the capital was moved to Tashkent.
  The first phase of the war seemed to be over. But there was still a war ahead with Britain, which was supported economically by the USA.
  Hitler first transferred Rommel's corps to Africa, and Mainstein's troops moved from the Caucasus to the Middle East.
  The forces were unequal. The English troops were inferior in numbers, combat training, and spirit, some of them were colonial units of low combat capability.
  The Germans were advancing and breaking the resistance. New tanks went into production - "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions". They crushed the British. The capture of Africa was a matter of time, and not very long. America never entered the war. Britain was attacked in the summer of 1943 by landing. And at the same time by pressure bombing. And as a result, it fell two weeks after the start of Operation Sea Lion. Massive bombing also contributed to the success. The Luftwaffe launched too many planes, and they razed Britain to the ground.
  And the submarines were really bothering the British. But they snapped back and resisted. Although suppressed. And Churchill himself fled to Canada. However, he was soon handed over to the Germans. And later shot.
  America never entered the war. But Hitler understood that the US could not be given a break. Germany was building a fleet and developing long-range, strategic aviation. The Germans acquired combat disc aircraft. In December 1945, Japan attacked the Americans in Peru Harbor. And then the Third Reich with its colonies attacked the US. The USSR also entered the war. Hitler promised Stalin to reduce reparations and transfer part of Alaska. But such northern, not its most profitable regions.
  But Stalin agreed to this too. Especially since the dictator's authority among the people was low after such a crushing defeat. And the threat of a conspiracy was constantly hanging over him.
  But there was no strength to fight the Third Reich. Especially since the Nazis had very powerful tanks of the "E" series, which had no equal on the battlefield.
  The serial E-50 combined powerful armament and excellent driving characteristics with good frontal protection. And the E-75 was protected magnificently.
  However, German generals preferred the E-50, which was lighter and more agile with a low silhouette and not too large.
  The war with the USA went badly for America from the very beginning. Or the distance by the ocean, a large army and a significant number of tanks, gave the Yankees a chance to hold out.
  The battles of 1946 demonstrated the superiority of the E-50 on the battlefield; these tanks were easily and simply knocked out over the Sherman from a long distance.
  The Germans captured Iceland. Then Greenland and strengthened their foothold in Canada. They gradually expanded their front. At the same time, they were advancing from the south. The US fought stubbornly. The total number of the army reached fifteen million people. The Japanese and Germans were forced to use colonial divisions. But gradually they gained the upper hand. The German assault rifle MP-44 had no equal, and soon the more advanced MP-54 and MP-64 appeared, lighter and more effective and faster-firing. America capitulated only after taking New York and Washington. And this happened in August 1947...
  After which the world war finally ended... But not for long. On April 20, 1953, Hitler attacked Japan. Thus began the war of two empires.
  The USSR, which was headed by Beria at that time, entered the war on the side of Germany. And managed to take back Primorye, Priamurye, southern Sakhalin and the Kulil Islands.
  More could not be demanded for the time being. The Nazis fought for almost two years, but completed the capture of Japan with atomic bombings. And on April 20, 1957, the Fuhrer attacked the USSR. Wanting to crush the last Soviet empire. Even if it was already greatly reduced.
  But an unpleasant surprise awaited him: a whole landing party of time travelers who stood up for the USSR. What else did the fascist want?
  Warriors from the twenty-first century have once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy's bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And what in the eyes, what in the throat of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, cutting down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet are just flashing. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here is Natasha on the offensive. She chops down the Nazis along with the tanks, and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a tube. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - to shoot down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Augustina, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and cuts the Nazis. With her bare feet she throws gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a mass of Nazis in a jump.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive. She cuts down all enemies in a row. Her swords are sharper than the blades of a mill. And her bare toes throw gifts of death, tanks and planes burn.
  The girl is on a wild attack. She exterminates brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall down dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeals:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Hitler's corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly out from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel a dozen needles fly. Which stick straight into the throats of the Nazis.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are carried in both hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so much that is deadly. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg's offensive is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a stormy girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  Here she threw a pea with explosives with her bare foot. It will explode and immediately throw a hundred Nazis and ten tanks into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will run a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Now Natasha has sped up her movements. The girl is cutting down the brown warriors. And she is screaming:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to cut meat and metal salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats, mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes, lie around.
  Augustina is a crazy girl. And she destroys everyone as if she were a hyperplasma robot.
  She has already destroyed more than one hundred Nazis. But the tempo is still increasing. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks were torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustina sang:
  - You won't dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give a single gram of respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And the mass of brown fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild. They started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in the fight. And he advances, waving both swords. And the little terminator runs a mill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy-writer remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be a ton of money!
  And the boy-terminator in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and the Adidas company!
  It was a really cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed. And the greatest number of the greatest of the brown fighters were killed.
  Margarita is also in battle. She crushes the cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - Large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that you're the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks and even planes.
  And Natasha is an authority. She beats her opponents and doesn't give anyone a break.
  How many Nazis have you already killed?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with her swords.
  Zoya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis. These girls are real beauties.
  Augustina attacks and crushes her opponents. And at the same time she doesn"t forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana on the move. Here she has split a lot of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior who bares her teeth.
  Shows his tongue. And then spits from a straw. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He is already quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and damaging needles flew from his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe there will be a dawn of freedom!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior throws a pea with her bare toes, and immediately a thousand Nazis fly into the air. And the army of the brown, hellish empire melts right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Blows up enemies. And so many Nazis die and planes fall.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya is in wild motion. She attacks the Nazis. She cuts them into small pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents and howls:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she runs a wild mill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  But Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all nightmares.
  And if it turns on, then it means it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I will crack open all skulls! I am a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through meat and metal.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no brakes. Once she chops, a mass of corpses is piled up, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And then a lethal pea flies from her.
  Oleg will again cut down a hundred Nazis, carrying them like a meteor. And he will also take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha is even more furious in her attack. She's thrashing the Nazis like that. They can't really stand up to girls like that.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Running on the spot is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here the mill was carried out. The mass of heads of the brown army rolled back and the tanks were burning.
  She's a fighting beauty. To beat such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the scissors of death.
  The girl is simply lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins, they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws what kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl of girls.
  And from her bare legs, as if a blade would fly. And it would strike a mass of fighters, cutting off the turrets from the tanks.
  Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. Like a proletarian flag fluttering. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast!
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The head will be like a bull's - the fighters won't come to their senses!
  And here she is again, crushing a mass of fighters.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what we need! This is a girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustina readily agreed:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch the murderous one.
  Svetlana is not inferior to her opponents in battle. Not a girl, but to finish with such a witch in flames.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustina, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank's turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya squealed, throwing needles with her bare, tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a bunch of lies!
  Natasha, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do with him for a penny!
  And the warriors will jump up. They are so bloody and cool. In general, they are full of excitement.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  Margarita sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter propeller. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both the Nazis and the tanks, and squeaked:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha sang on the offensive:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp disk-boomerang. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew. And they struck a lot of fighters and planes.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Augustina, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled:
  - Forward the imperial flag!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the disk flies from the bare feet of the warriors. Meat is torn and tank turrets are demolished.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air. She tore apart her opponents and winged vultures, and said:
  - We are she-wolves, roasting the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very deadly disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, it's early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Natasha again chopped down the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks.
  Zoya is a very fast babe. She threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And tore a couple thousand apart with one explosion.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina is not weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like that. As if she were beating them out of a sheaf with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, there will be some benefit,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle like a jack-in-the-box.
  And here's how Svetlana fights. And the Nazis get it from her.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Svetlana harshly remarked as her bare foot sent splashes of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much so!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They are hacking and slicing them. Not warriors, but real panthers, unleashed.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He beats them without mercy, cuts through tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha took it and howled, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a thing that circles spread in all directions. This girl is pure extermination of opponents.
  The girl will take and launch three boomerangs with her bare toes. And there will be even more corpses from this.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no mercy! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Augustina also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl went barefoot and walked through the bloody puddles. And killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he hits the Hitlerite general with his head. He breaks his skull and says:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana is very furious in the attack, especially when knocking down tanks, she squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off from her bare toes. As she pierces everyone, the planes fall. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is on a wild attack again. No, power is simply seething in him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Margarita is on the move. She will rip everyone's bellies open.
  The girl will throw out fifty needles at once with her foot. And a lot of different enemies are killed, tanks and planes are shot down.
  Margarita sang in a cheerful tone:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  This is such an aggressive company. The girl will hit and shout:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha is just some kind of terminator in battle. And she gurgled with a roar:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it blew apart the mass of mastodons and winged, hellish machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce babe.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And Augustina roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of treachery and meanness. For enemies, of course. But for friends, she is a sweetheart.
  And as with bare toes he will take and throw. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with a very high combat potential. No, it's better not to get under such a one. How she tears off the turrets of tanks and the wings of fascist planes.
  Augustine hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl is not exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Augustina confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes exploded into small shavings at once.
  Oleg sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the brown warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It cut off both the turrets of tanks and the tails of airplanes.
  Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis then... And Soviet Russia defeated the brown empire during the storming of Ufa.
  The war was not over yet, but the USSR already had a chance to defeat the Nazis themselves. So the six had to interrupt their super and cool mission again.
  
  WITCHES IN THE SKY
  And here in the sky, German pilots Albina and Alvina are fighting like terminators.
  The girls are so cool and smash samurai.
  Albina turned around. She shot down the Japanese plane and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of the most terrible monster!
  And he presses the pedal with his bare heel.
  Alvina, aggressively attacking the enemy, chirped, baring her pearly teeth:
  - For Nietzsche's ideas!
  And with his bare toes he will also direct a stream of lead at the Japanese armadas.
  Witch girls are extremely cool and aggressive. They are able to get the moon from the sky with a skillful hand and make an elephant out of a molehill without blinking an eye.
  In particular, they were able to fundamentally change the course of World War II as a result of a short intervention. Yes, this is exactly the same Battle of Midway.
  Here, in a couple of hours, the fate of humanity was decided. And two German witches had a decisive influence on the course of the battle.
  They shot down some of the American bombers and prevented the sinking of the aircraft carriers of the Land of the Rising Sun. And the Japanese went and sank the American ships themselves.
  The result was victory. Then Japan captured the Hawaiian Islands and strengthened its position in the Pacific Ocean. And then opened a second front in the Far East.
  This time the USSR did not have enough forces to carry out the Stalingrad operation. And as a result, the Germans nevertheless consolidated their positions on the Volga. And then, having replenished their reserves with total mobilization and having released heavy tanks "Tiger" and "Panther", in May 1943 they began an offensive towards the Caspian Sea. Turkey also entered the war. Hitler's troops first cut off the Caucasus, and then captured it.
  As a result, the situation became noticeably worse. In the winter of 1944, the Germans were able to defeat the British in Africa. And also capture the Middle East. And in the spring of 1944, an offensive began along the Volga and a deep bypass of Moscow.
  Yes, the situation of the USSR became extremely difficult. In these conditions, there was only one hope: that the landing of time travelers would save the Red Army.
  But Oleg Rybachenko did not kill Germans this time. Instead, he convinced Hitler that he should conclude a truce with the USSR and destroy the USA before they created an atomic bomb.
  After the capture of Saratov, the Fuhrer finally agreed to a three-year truce. The armies remained on their former borders. Stalin promised to end the guerrilla war in the occupied territories. A partial exchange of prisoners of war took place. It was impossible to do it completely, since there were too many Soviet slaves. In addition, trade was partially restored. The USSR also promised to supply the Third Reich with some types of metals and bread free of charge. True, in small quantities, since it itself was a beggar.
  And Hitler switched to the USA and Britain. His troops moved to the South-East in the autumn of 1944 and captured India.
  And in the winter of 1944 and 1945 they captured the rest of Africa.
  In the summer of 1945, the landing in Britain followed. Here, the Germans had already prepared thoroughly, and their jet aircraft were gaining the upper hand over the enemy. The Fritzes had become too strong. They had also used underwater tanks. And new types of submarines, including single-seaters and miniatures, which had completely knocked out the British and American fleets.
  And Britain fell. A puppet king was installed. And all was well for the Third Reich. Then the war moved to the United States.
  Due to the extended communications and the economic power of America, the battle dragged on. The Germans first carried out Operation Icarus, defeating the US in Iceland. And capturing this island, thereby protecting themselves from air raids.
  Then they began to move further to Greenland and then Canada from the north.
  And from Argentina, then Brazil, which joined the Third Reich, and Venezuela from the south. There was an advance with battles. And then Stalin wanted to join in the defeat of the USA. In exchange for Alaska. Which is a legal territory of Russia.
  Hitler agreed. And by the end of 1947, America was overrun.
  The peace did not last very long, however. After Stalin's death in March 1953, Hitler decided to finish off the USSR. And another war began. The newest pyramid tanks and invulnerable disc-shaped aircraft with laser weapons were used. And Japan was advancing to the east. The USSR, despite the unequal forces and technological superiority of the enemy, held out for almost a year, but mostly due to the space and heroism of the Soviet people.
  Hitler paused again, but on April 20, 1957, he attacked Japan anyway. As they say, two birds cannot live in the same den. There must be one.
  The war with Japan lasted for a year and a half and ended with its capture.
  And on April 20, 1959, during Hitler's seventieth birthday, a world referendum was held that established a monarchy in the Third Reich. And now one of his many sons, obtained through artificial insemination, could succeed the Fuhrer.
  Thus the terrible empire of the Third Reich arose throughout the world.
  Apparently, this universe already had its own plans for the fate of humanity. And Hitler died in 1963, also in March, like Stalin. But he was luckier than his vis-a-vis. His son ascended the throne, and the Third Reich already began flying to other planets of the solar system.
  This is how the empire arose... Blacks and yellows had fewer rights than whites, and their birth rate was controlled, but gradually developing according to plan, the empire began to prosper. The development of science and progress led to prosperity.
  And in 2020, the first flight in human history to the star Sirius began, where planets conditionally suitable for human life were discovered.
  
  NEW ADVENTURES OF ALISA SELEZNEVA
  Alisa Selezneva was riding an air bicycle. The machine was controlled by an autopilot, but you could give it verbal commands. A comfortable folding chair, on which you could sit half-lying. Alisa was playing space strategy with Pashka through an iPhone hologram.
  Pashka sent heavy gross-battleships ahead, hoping to cover smaller ships with them. Alisa tried to line up her troops in a crescent and surround Pashka's starships from the flanks. There was an exchange of blows, and the starships split and tortured. And on the controlled planets, new ships were built. Of course, the larger ones were slower and required more resources and human fighters, and the smaller ones were faster and cheaper. People were also produced in incubators and they were something like an army of clones, growing at an accelerated rate. And robots worked in the mines, which also had to be produced. Plus research in the academies: military, economic, construction and mints.
  Alisa partly consulted with an economic adviser, and partly with a military one. And she made decisions herself. Pashka tried to work more himself, and lost his advantage.
  The starships sometimes collided with force fields and creaked from the tension, but everything was clearly visible in the hologram.
  Suddenly, Alice was distracted by the appearance of Arkasha. A boy of about twelve years old, appearing in the hologram, yelled:
  - Hi Aliska! Do you know what we have planned?
  Alice snorted contemptuously and replied:
  - What else could be more amazing than computer games?
  Arkasha confidently said:
  - Our scientists have discovered closed time loops that go nowhere, and this means their past is not our past at all!
  Alice was surprised:
  - What do you mean?
  Arkasha explained with a smile:
  - This means that we can travel in them and have adventures without fear that interference in the past will change our present. That is, any interference we make will not affect our world in any way!
  Pashka was the first to guess:
  - This means that if we travel into the past and change something there, it will in no way affect our world!
  Arkasha nodded, his red hair shaking:
  - That's exactly it!
  Pashka suggested aggressively:
  - So let's grab our blasters and hit the fascists.
  Arkasha shrugged his shoulders and noted:
  - It's an interesting idea. But children shouldn't take weapons into the past, especially combat weapons.
  Pashka answered slyly:
  - Doing something you're not supposed to do is even sweeter than ice cream! My uncle is a space marine and you can grab some really lethal weapons from his safe!
  Arkasha spread his hands in confusion and noted:
  - But I wouldn't want to kill people. Even Germans.
  Pashka growled:
  - Fascists are allowed!
  Alice shook her head and suggested:
  - No, I'm against killing living people! Maybe it's better to just do it like in a good movie, save someone in the past.
  Pasha immediately suggested:
  - That's an idea! What if we free Joan of Arc?
  Alice nodded in agreement:
  - That would be right!
  Arkasha sang enthusiastically:
  - Who believed that Zhanna was burned, no, she hid for a while!
  And lowering his voice, the boy added:
  - Follow me! I'm at the Institute of Time!
  Alice squeaked:
  - Follow Arkasha, march!
  The machine squeaked and pretended not to understand:
  - Which of the billion Arkashas should I follow?
  The girl stated decisively:
  - For the one I just talked to! To the Institute of Times on Karl Marx Street.
  And the gravity bicycle with the artificial intelligence program moved, fluttering between the houses. Moscow in the future made an indelible impression. Majestic buildings, kilometer-long fountains going upwards, a multitude of multi-colored colossal sizes and the most diverse forms. Many of the buildings were simply grown by dividing special bacteria that were distinguished by both hardness and elasticity.
  Alice asked Pashka, who was also flying to Arkasha, and his light hair resembled an overripe dandelion.
  - Well, what do you think, my hero?
  Pashka growled:
  - There will be an adventure, how many times! Like in the royal court!
  Alice chirped, baring her teeth:
  - I see we can handle it! Everything will be literally top notch!
  The girl rushed past the temple of Perun. A beautiful, huge building in gold and rubies, full of grandeur and calm power. In front of her is Perun himself, in his hands, an unquenchable torch, with a kilometer-long stream of fire. Children are running, they use individual wings and look very much like elves.
  The girl sang, giggling:
  - Summer, the sun shines high, high... Summer is far away from classes! Far away!
  And in the future there are mirrors in the sky, and there is almost no night and eternal summer. That is why children's holidays last much longer than their school days. A happy world. And children just want to have fun.
  Pashka even sang, full of enthusiasm:
  - Can you imagine what the situation is like?
  Everything that will come true is known to us in advance...
  So why the doubts and worries?
  The schedule will provide for everything in the world!
  Alice enthusiastically picked up:
  - And we challenge the storms! Why and for what reason? It is impossible for anyone to live in this world without surprises!
  Arkasha, who was communicating via hologram, also picked up:
  - Let successes and failures! Like a swing up and down! Only this way, and not otherwise, only this way, and not otherwise, Long live the surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise! Long live surprise!
  Here is the Institute of Time. It is guarded by several combat robots. But they know Alisa and Pashka. They have already traveled many times. Including to fairy-tale times. This is also one of the open branches of time. It is like a fantasy there.
  But visiting the real past is even more interesting. By the way, Alice has space awards, as having saved the legitimate empress and overthrown the usurper Zlotovlas. She also neutralized another tyrant who wanted to seize power over the planet Earth, and maybe the galaxy. She neutralized space pirates, helped three captains, and generally did a lot of things. Including neutralizing an entire regiment of robots.
  And of course, Alice and her friends are allowed into the most closed institute without any problems. Which is guarded so that not even a fly can get through. What about a fly? Not even a photon!
  Alisa and Pashka are walking through a field. Ordinary children, not too big, rather of average height for twelve years old - not at all accelerated. Light heads, Pasha is probably a natural blond, Alisa is fair-haired. Sometimes, of course, she dyes her hair. Her hair sometimes sparkles with all the colors of the rainbow. But now she is in her natural light.
  Alice chirped:
  - We need to go to the sector of parallel - dead-end worlds!
  The robot girl, her golden wings sparkling, replied:
  - Dear Alisochka, we are always glad to see you! Just please be careful. Many children are eager to travel through the real past, but there, and it is quite possible to die, at the same time, how can you reproduce absolutely any landscape and any time in the virtual reality of the Hypernet, and your brain and body will not notice the difference at all. And in a virtual RPG, you do not die and do not get maimed!
  Alice wanted to say something, but Pashka got ahead of her:
  - We don't need the illusion of a feat! We want to perform real feats!
  The robot girl changed her light to a more blueish color and replied:
  - Well, good! We've known about your team for a long time! Risking your head, you always stay alive and win! Fortune favors you, and maybe even hyperfortune, and there is hope that you will always come out dry!
  Pasha answered with a smile:
  - No risk, no champagne!
  Alice logically noted:
  - But there is a continuation to this proverb. He who risks beyond all measure - is content with chifir in prison!
  Pasha chuckled and noted:
  - It's an outdated saying! People are not put in prison. If they commit serious crimes, they go through a rehabilitation and re-education program!
  Alice squeaked and noted:
  - Do you want, Pashka, to be sent to a labor camp?
  The boy muttered decisively:
  - I would like nothing more than to go to a real war! It's a pity that it wasn't possible before!
  Indeed, it is strictly forbidden to interfere with the past, as this can change the future for the worse. For example, no matter how much you want to, say, replay the Russo-Japanese War, or defeat the Germans back in 1941, the future will change at once. And it is not a fact that instead of communism and a wonderful eternal summer, the impenetrable darkness of a nuclear winter will come to Earth because of interference, even with good intentions.
  But in the worlds of a dead-end, self-contained past, you can do anything you want.
  A red-haired boy with a smart face, Arkasha, met the guys. As it turned out, the boy took with him individual protective fields in devices the size of a matchbox. And Pashka had combat lasers with thermoquark batteries. Moreover, this is the latest development, which can be charged with ordinary water. And it will reproduce thermonuclear, passing into thermoquark synthesis.
  The children, armed and protected, moved along the bullfights, where the movement accelerated many times. Then they moved into the cabin and began to examine the information about dead-end worlds.
  In one of them, Pasha noticed that something bad had happened. And not only in one.
  Hitler nevertheless took the risk of landing in Britain in September 1940. He used the merchant fleet for the landing, even trams. He switched all aviation factories to a three-shift work schedule, and as a result, the Fritzes managed to gain air supremacy. In short, Britain fell in two weeks. A puppet king was installed in London, and a pro-German government was formed.
  Then the Germans took Gibraltar almost without a fight and moved their army across Africa.
  Most of the English army and navy recognized the new king and the pro-German government. The Germans raked in colonies in Africa and Asia. But they had not yet gone to the USSR. America was still in the rear. And so in December of 1941, Japan attacked America. And the Third Reich declared war on December 11 and began to put pressure on the United States. At first, the Americans suffered defeat after defeat from Japan. Then the German submarine fleet began to get to them.
  Aircraft carriers were built and new types of weapons were created.
  Because the US was far away by ocean, the Germans could not immediately open military operations there. So while the battle at sea was going on and ships were being built, the Fritzes were also developing tank construction. The newest machines: "Lion", "Tiger", "Panther", "Maus" entered service.
  The most important thing is, of course, the development of jet aviation, with which the Fritzes associate certain hopes.
  Alice, watching this course of history, noted:
  - They won't get the USA that easily!
  Pashka logically noted:
  - I know that myself. But what if they turn to the USSR?
  Arkasha, the red-haired boy, suggested:
  - Maybe we should provoke the Germans into...
  Alice bared her teeth:
  - What do you want to provoke them into? Things are fine for now...
  Pashka chuckled and noted:
  - They say don't wake up trouble while it's quiet... But on the other hand, avert a storm before it fires, avert trouble before it strikes!
  Arkasha suggested his own version:
  - Let's slip Hitler information that the US is supposedly making an atomic bomb, and that's exactly it. And let him rush across the ocean!
  Alice whispered with delight:
  - This is a great idea! Let's attack Hitler's office!
  Pashka roared in rhyme;
  I believe the whole world will wake up,
  There will be an end to fascism...
  And the sun will shine -
  Light the way for communism!
  Arkasha noted:
  - Well, guys, fly into the sun like a photon!
  And the children ran into the time machine. They are seriously armed - blasters, individual force fields. They can fight with an entire army.
  Pashka, pressing the time travel buttons, roared:
  We are not pathetic bugs,
  Super Ninja Turtles...
  Alice picked up, also pressing the buttons with her fingers:
  - We wear armor like shirts, hidden talents!
  And the boys were caught in a vortex of time and space. It was as if they had briefly found themselves in the eruption of the Krakatoa volcano. And then they were transported to another place, thrown into a field...
  There was a hum in the sky, there was an airfield nearby, and cars were taking off.
  Pashka glanced at the chronometer and whistled:
  - It's already forty-sixth year!
  Arkasha, smiling sarcastically, remarked:
  - Let's bet it wasn't 1946?
  Pashka growled aggressively, stamping the soles of his patent leather boots:
  - This is definitely 1946!
  Arkasha objected in a calm tone:
  - Give me ten flicks on the cheek to make sure this isn't 1946!
  Here Alice intervened in the conversation:
  - It"s true that it wasn"t 1946, but 1946!
  The boys laughed. And Pashka kicked the mushroom in frustration:
  - Damn it, a pulsar in my nose! I forgot such a trivial joke!
  Alice noted with a smile:
  - That sometimes happens when you travel through time. The dates don't match. So here, what happened, happened!
  Arkasha, looking displeased, noted:
  - Yes, I suspected that we could move where we shouldn't. But I have a hyperplasmic computer. We can learn a lot through it, I turn on the wave and listen to the news!
  The boy made a gesture and turned on total radio listening.
  As it turned out, the fascists attacked the USA after all. They used the increased transport and military fleet. And they beat the Americans together with the Japanese.
  The Latin American countries supported the Third Reich and Japan, and from their side the Nazis began an offensive from the south against the USA. And through Iceland, which was captured during Operation Icarus, the Germans and foreign divisions entered Greenland, and then Canada. The pincers began to squeeze the USA.
  The Fritzes had a very good tank, the Panther-2. Weighing forty-seven tons, with a 900-horsepower engine, 120-millimeter sloped frontal armor, a 150-millimeter turret, and an 88-millimeter 71 EL cannon that could penetrate American vehicles from a long distance. The Panther-2's downside was its 60-millimeter sloped side armor. But this was compensated for by the vehicle's lower silhouette and excellent mobility.
  The Panther-2s crushed the Americans, as did the more advanced Tiger-2s and then the Tiger-3s.
  America capitulated under a series of blows and became a colony of the Third Reich and Japan.
  But Hitler is never satisfied with anything and is preparing to attack the USSR.
  Powerful E-series tanks, rocket artillery, and disc-shaped aircraft that are almost invulnerable to small arms, and even underground self-propelled guns, have been prepared for the attack.
  Colossal power aimed at the USSR, threatening to crush and burn everything to the ground. Hitler, of course, digested America and prepared for the campaign. In the USSR, they did not sit idly by either. Already in August 1941, the KV-3 appeared in serial production. And in October 1941, the KV-5 went into production. The new tanks were certainly not ideal, but with long-barreled guns of 107-millimeter caliber, capable of fighting and penetrating "Tigers" and "Panthers". In 1942, the KV-4 appeared, in its heaviest modification of 108 tons. Stalin loved powerful tanks. Therefore, the KV-6 weighed two hundred tons. And a 203-millimeter gun was installed on it.
  However, the heavy KV tanks broke down too often and got stuck off-road. As a result, the KV-7, weighing two hundred and fifty tons, was not transported by rail. They tried to make other tanks of the KV family lighter, but they still turned out to be not very good.
  In 1945, they tried to make the IS-1 and IS-2. The latter tank was equipped with a 122-mm cannon. And in the spring of 1946, the IS-3 entered production. The new tank was made heavier. In general, the IS series weighed more than in real history. And the IS-3 was equipped with a 130-mm cannon, making the tank more powerful.
  The USSR was inferior to the Third Reich in the number of infantry and overall mobility of troops, but was approximately equal in tanks. But in aviation, the Fritzes were stronger both in numbers and quality - jet power. With approximately equal tanks, most Soviet machines were not very high quality. The T-34-76 became the most common tank. Not fighting in the last years of the USSR, only in 1945 began to produce a slightly more powerful T-34-85, which also yielded even to the "Panther"-2 or 3, and even more so could not fight with the more powerful and modern E-50.
  So, an attack on the USSR is planned for June 22, 1946. The fascists are strong, and they have a lot of manpower. And then there is Japan.
  The Samurai produced a tank roughly comparable to the T-34 in large quantities, and they have many of these machines. Not many heavy mastodons were produced, but they were copied from the German ones.
  The main thing is that Japan has a lot of infantry, including Chinese. And if necessary, they can throw corpses at you.
  Japanese aviation is also strong, and there is jet aviation. And at sea, the samurai have an overwhelming advantage.
  Arkasha, having heard this, whistled and gurgled:
  - Total chaos!
  Pashka growled, stamping his feet:
  We have discovered the planets as nations,
  Into space the path to unknown worlds,
  The feats of heroism are sung -
  To erase the scar of death forever!
  Alice came to a completely logical conclusion:
  - We need to rescue the USSR! And urgently, otherwise tens of millions of Soviet people will die!
  Pashka suggested aggressively:
  - Let's take a photo of Hitler!
  Arkasha corrected:
  - No, we"d better kidnap him and force him to give up the war against the USSR!
  . CHAPTER #2
  Alice nodded her light-blond head in agreement:
  - This is probably the best thing that can be thought up! Kidnap Hitler and save the USSR!
  Pashka immediately came to a conclusion:
  - Let's go right now! Stop scratching your heads, stop sucking on bottles!
  The two boys and the girl actually have personal defense force fields and combat blasters. So what is this Fuhrer to them?
  Arkasha sang:
  - Do you hear the soldier, do you see the soldier?
  People are scared of explosions...
  Thousands of eyes looking into the sky,
  And they keep repeating it!
  Alice took up the matter with enthusiasm;
  Let there always be sunshine,
  Let there always be heaven!
  Let there always be a mother,
  Let there always be me!
  Pashka turned on the electronic map. A projection of Berlin flashed in the hologram. The city was growing rapidly. Many slaves were building structures. In particular, the new imperial chancellery was being erected at a rapid pace.
  According to the architects' plan, it was the largest palace in the history of mankind, twelve stories high and measuring two kilometers by two kilometers.
  The grandiose construction was in full swing. Not only slaves were working, but also a lot of equipment, including the most modern and powerful. The Third Reich was strengthened significantly.
  Here you can see a Maus-3 tank weighing five hundred tons. It is, of course, too heavy for combat use, and it is impossible to transport, but it hangs out near Berlin. And imagine a thousand-millimeter armor, which can only be penetrated by a very large bomb.
  Pashka noted with a sly smile:
  - Our blasters will cut this monster in a second! They have the combat power of eight atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima in one minute. And all this in a thin beam the size of a square millimeter!
  Alice clarified:
  - Well, that's in maximum combat mode! And in that mode, the blasters wear out too much. It's better to use less intensity, and charging with water will allow you to exterminate a million-strong army.
  Arkasha whistled:
  - Wow! Just super!
  Pashka turned on the gravity direction finder and confidently declared:
  - Now we'll try to figure out Hitler. By voice and radio signals!
  Alice giggled and noted, twirling the blaster in her hands:
  - Hitler will have parsley and onions!
  A hologram of a beautiful girl with silver wings flew out of the weapon and chirped:
  - Would you like a bedtime story, young lady?
  Alice laughed and replied:
  - No! Here are some packs of ice cream, I wouldn't refuse them!
  The hologram girl replied sadly:
  - Alas, I don"t know how to synthesize ice cream!
  Alice said capriciously:
  - You only know how to kill! It's not good to be so one-sided!
  The girl remarked with resentment:
  - Not to kill, but to protect people from danger and rescue them from trouble! You are still too young a girl and do not understand much!
  Alice replied angrily:
  - Right now we need to rescue humanity from trouble. Or at least a significant part of it!
  The hologram nodded and confirmed:
  - We are always ready to help humanity! And if necessary, we will help!
  Pashka stated sternly:
  - I just entered data on Hitler into the search engine. There is a hyperplasmic computer with colossal speed. Soon we will know where this scoundrel is hiding!
  Alice chirped with delight:
  - The insidious villain is plotting,
  But the noble hero is stronger...
  And the villain will be defeated in battle,
  And good will win, as always!
  Pashka started doing calculations; the program itself searched for the Fuhrer by analyzing radio signals.
  Arkasha hissed angrily:
  - You won't go anywhere! Hitler is like a louse!
  Pasha said with a victorious look, raising his finger:
  - Done, guys!
  Alice squeaked and noticed:
  - That's where he is... In East Prussia, in the wolf's den!
  Pashka muttered discontentedly:
  - Damn it! How long does it take to get there!
  Arkasha confidently stated:
  - Our individual antigravs will get there in half an hour! And it could be done faster if we used interplanetary belts!
  Pashka growled and hit himself on the forehead:
  - We didn't foresee it!
  Alice logically noted:
  - Our whole undertaking is a complete adventure!
  Pasha decisively hit his knee with his fist:
  - We must help the USSR! Let's fly!
  And the triad of children, covered by a camouflage field, began to hover over Germany.
  Having suffered almost no damage from the bombings, the territory of the Third Reich looked quite rich and well-groomed. Slave boys swept the streets, slave girls washed them with rags. Exemplary order reigned throughout. There were many cars on the streets, the most prestigious and, on the contrary, simple brands. Most of all, the famous diesel "Volkswagen", but there were other cars. In particular, "Mercedes", "BMW", "Renault", "Pickup", "Ford", "Cadillac" and others. Germany had already occupied almost the entire world. And one more special brand: "Adolf Hitler". This is the most prestigious car, and was distinguished by its teardrop shape, gas turbine engine, and enormous speed. Naturally, this is for the elite.
  And ordinary workers drove Volkswagens. Many Germans had slaves themselves. And they sold their livestock at auctions. Of course, there were many blacks, Arabs, Indians and others. But there were also white slaves.
  The Reich looked prosperous, but somewhere the crematorium furnaces were smoking. The Jews, however, were not exterminated in a hurry. Scientists and those with higher education were even recruited to work in the sharashka. There was almost no partisan warfare in the occupied territories.
  The prestige and power of the Third Reich are too great, and the policy of the occupiers is flexible enough. Local forces are involved. The Third Reich is a type of federation with support from personnel from subordinate territories. The empire is built with both the stick and the carrot!
  During the flight, Pashka turned on the computer and brought up an image of the Wolf's Lair. The bunker looked like a real palace.
  It was upset and spread out in different directions. One of Hitler's headquarters was located here.
  June, early summer, and quite hot. And in the marble dungeon it is cool. But in winter Hitler usually stays in Cyprus, or even in Alexandria, where his new residence has been built. And there are already several of them in Africa, and there are some in other places.
  But in the summer the frenzied Fuhrer prefers East Prussia and the Wolf's Lair.
  You can see that the Fuhrer is discussing something with his menagerie. Pashka turned on the translation and enlarged the image.
  Adolf Hitler is a short, but very active little man with a small moustache. When he talks, he does not stand still, but gesticulates and runs all the time.
  Now he's giving a speech, waving his paws;
  - Together with the Japanese, we have almost completely conquered the world. Only Bolshevik Russia remains! And it must undoubtedly be broken, crushed and disarmed! Bolshevism is a threat to all of humanity. It is a total and potential danger to our empire! We must crush the communists! We now have the best equipment in the world. And tens of millions of infantry soldiers from different countries. Our jet aviation has no equal. We simply must crush the enemy. What will my generals say?
  Guderian, the chief strategist of the tank forces, confidently stated:
  - Our main tank E-50 is certainly stronger than the main Soviet machine T-34. According to intelligence, the enemy has more than one hundred thousand tanks in service. But most of them are obsolete, worn out or light machines. E-50 is capable of penetrating T-34-85 in the front from five kilometers. And the Soviet machine of our monster in the latest modification will not penetrate, even in the side, shooting at point-blank range. The E-50 class "U" tank has frontal armor of 170 millimeters, and frontal armor of 250 and no one can cope with it. The 1500-horsepower engine provides excellent mobility even with a weight of seventy tons and a 105-millimeter gun with a barrel length of 100 EL.
  Hitler interrupted his tank strategist:
  - I already know that! The strength of the Third Reich is not in technology, but in spirit! We can do anything if we are not afraid. The Russians have the IS-3, with a dangerous weapon. But we are still not afraid of it. We have something to respond to the Soviet challenge with. And we will win without a doubt! For which we will have new types of weapons. The Maus-3 tank is just the tip of the iceberg. We will use a new electromagnetic cannon that will pierce any metal, and we will show the enemy Kuzma's mother!
  There was a short pause. Girls in short, white skirts and barefoot entered. They were tanned, but clearly of European appearance. Bare calves and bare soles spoke of their status as slaves. But at the same time, the girls had light hair, and were curvy and beautiful. They were forced to do fitness, and were kept on a diet. So they looked like models of beauty and grace.
  Since Hitler didn't like alcohol, they served cocktails and juice. The Fuhrer took an orange and a couple of chocolate cakes.
  Vigorously chewing the sweet mass and washing it down with juice, the bloody dictator did not stop talking;
  - Our new tanks are perfection itself. They are impenetrable for the enemy and can pierce the enemy himself from a colossal distance. Especially the Tiger-3 with 285-mm frontal armor and a 128-mm 100 EL cannon. Now that's a truly colossal and deadly force! Which, if it does fire, will hit so hard that no one will think twice! Even the vaunted IS-3, which the Russians have just started producing, won't be our enemy!
  The menagerie threw up its paws in unison:
  - Heil Fuhrer!
  The frenzied dictator continued speaking:
  - A cruel regime must reign in the occupied territories. We must punish the locals for the slightest offense. For which we should involve the police. We will divide the USSR into twenty, twenty-five states. They will enter the federation of the Third Reich with their puppet governments. They will be something like colonies. But our occupation authorities will stand above them. We will build the greatest empire in the world! More precisely, the greatest empire in the world already exists. But it is necessary to invest another block in it!
  The menagerie began to hum approvingly again. Hitler waved his hands and continued:
  - We should pay special attention to the fight against partisans. For every German killed, shoot a hundred locals, for every wounded, fifty. And that's for the privates! We'll kill ten times more for officers, and a hundred for generals!
  And again applause and thunderous ovations.
  The Fuhrer seemed to be very pleased and gurgled:
  - I'll tear them all apart! I'll tear them all apart! Our new weapon, the Belonzi disks, is unique. It is streamlined by a laminar jet and is practically invulnerable. Flying saucers are capable of shredding and tearing apart practically any enemy defense. And not an aircraft capable of escaping from them!
  The menagerie began to make noise, shouting:
  - Glory to the Fuhrer! We will destroy them all!
  Pashka commented, twirling his finger at his temple:
  - These guys deserve to be registered with a psychiatrist!
  Alice responded to this:
  - Worse! These are completely mentally normal scoundrels!
  Arkasha doubted:
  - Evil is a mental anomaly! In a rational person the highest aspiration is for good!
  Pashka suddenly sang in response:
  Destruction is a passion,
  It doesn't matter what kind of government!
  The authorities have always drunk other people's blood!
  Hitler finished the cake. And took a whip from his belt. Without thinking twice, he took it and lashed the girls on their bare legs. And they squealed and fell to their knees. Nazi number one growled:
  - I will hurt you, gentlemen! More precisely, you are slaves - forever!
  And again he roars and hits the beauties on the back with a whip.
  Pashka shouted:
  - Scoundrel! How dare you hit women!
  Alice nodded aggressively:
  - We're already approaching! Now we'll show the fascists Kuzma's mother!
  The triumvirate of children flew up to a huge bunker, with colossal thickness of walls. The children-warriors were practically invisible. Only a quick movement caused a certain turbulence in the air. And from which one could see as if some curvature of the breaking air.
  There were sentries on the walls. Tall, powerful SS men. Pashka shook his blaster and growled:
  - A black raven in the face of death awaits its victim at midnight!
  Alice waved her blaster and confirmed:
  - Land pirates, the hour of reckoning has come!
  Arkasha, grinning aggressively, hissed:
  - The Fuhrer is a 100% psycho!
  And so the trio of warriors took off their disguises. And as if in a virtual game, they moved along the corridors. And their blasters began to sing a victory song... Streams of energy flew out of the barrels and hit the German sentries. They reflexively opened fire in response. The bullets crashed into the force fields and bounced off.
  But Alice and her companions felt a jolt. The girl cried out:
  - No, damned fascists, our people will not bend!
  And he presses the blaster button again. But the beams did not harm the Fritzes. As if they were simple beams of light.
  Pashka yelled angrily:
  - What's the matter, blaster!
  A hologram of a beautiful girl with wings appeared. She squeaked:
  - Young knights, you apparently want to harm intelligent beings?
  Pashka roared aggressively:
  - We want to kill fascists! Give us a combat discharge!
  The hologram responded coldly:
  - Dear children! These are reasonable, adult people! And you, as far as we can see, are far from adults, and therefore have no right to use combat weapons!
  Pashka growled:
  - Oh yeah! We need to save the USSR!
  Alice squeaked:
  - Please help us kill fascists!
  A hologram of a beautiful boy with wings appeared from Alice's blaster and squeaked:
  - Calm down, girl! You can't kill people!
  Pashka roared at the top of his lungs:
  - They are not human! It is not enough to kill them! Burning them alive is not enough!
  The hologram girl from the blaster's electronic chip squeaked:
  - Be careful, boy! You're clearly psychotic!
  Pashka growled:
  - Shut up, vacuum cleaner!
  Alice muttered, stamping her foot:
  - What are we going to do?
  Pashka suggested:
  - We will use the force field as a battering ram!
  Arkasha nodded:
  - There's enough energy here for a long time, I specially recharged them!
  Pashka squeaked:
  - Turn it up to full power!
  Alice ran her finger over the mini-scanner and sang:
  - It happens! It happens! That only a trifle separates you from success!
  Pashka sang along enthusiastically:
  - We can't be unlucky! We're on the same path with the demiurge gods!
  The guys decided to use the force field since the blaster didn't work. They turned it on at full power and simultaneously switched it to pulsating mode. Several fascists were hit by the invisible club and were thrown back.
  Arkashka, smiling contentedly, said:
  - Fortune's hour!
  Alice confirmed:
  - It's time to shoot!
  - Fortune's hour!
  Alice squeaked:
  - We will kill the enemies of the Fatherland!
  And so the children rushed forward like stallions. They are heroes in their mood. And in the attack.
  Pashka hissed:
  - The move is ours,
  Even if there are a million enemies, it's a jackpot!
  Alice confirmed with a chuckle:
  - Let's put crosses in the boxes as always!
  Arkasha tweeted:
  - After all, sweeping away the fascists is a cool game!
  Pashka squealed, baring his teeth:
  - We can win more this time! The prize has grown, remember!
  And the children roared in unison:
  - Cool jackpot!
  And their attacking impulse is truly wonderful! And they are good in the attack.
  Here they are moving along the corridors. They are being fired at from machine guns. But the children do not react to provocations. The force field can hold a hydrogen bomb, what is the effect of bullets on it?
  Alice noted aggressively, baring her teeth:
  - Our military strength!
  Pashka, firing, or rather pushing the Fritzes with an invisible club, confirmed:
  - Strength of spirit and willpower!
  Arkasha noted:
  - Hitler is underground, deep in the seventh floor.
  Alice clarified:
  - What if you count the other way around?
  Arkasha confirmed:
  - Of course, minus seven!
  Pashka noted with a smile:
  - When it was considered a very bad omen to see yourself going down in a dream!
  Alice growled angrily:
  - If you believe in omens, you might end up with nothing!
  Arkasha, who knocked down another Nazi with a force field, became curious:
  - Where did the saying come from: you might end up with nothing?
  Alice squeaked:
  - Where?
  Pashka roared, knocking down a couple of Germans with a machine gun:
  - From a camel!
  Alice knocked down three SS men with a force field and muttered:
  - What do you want!
  Pashka yelled, crushing the fascists with a force field:
  - Chocolate!
  Alice squeaked, knocking down another Fritz with an underbarrel grenade launcher:
  - For whom?
  Pashka knocked down five SS men at once and muttered:
  - For your son!
  Alice squeaked, knocking the fascists into a common pile with a force field:
  - How much should I send him?
  Arkasha, knocking out the Nazis, squeaked:
  - Five poods!
  Pashka, knocking down the Nazis, yelled:
  - Better six!
  Alice, crushing the Fritzes, said:
  - You still can't eat any more!
  Arkasha agreed with this:
  - You are such a little girl!
  Alice turned on the force field at full power. The fascists flew upside down. The door was knocked down. And behind it stood the "Cheetah" tank. Also one of the newest machines. Light, only one meter forty high. But agile. It had a thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine, and weighed ten tons. Perhaps one of the fastest machines, if not the fastest in the world.
  The tank managed to fire an 88-millimeter cannon. Alisa was thrown back by the shell, but the field softened the blow. Pashka hit the fascist with an invisible club. The elastic field threw the enemy back, and he flew by, turning over in the air.
  Alice chirped:
  - It skidded, skidded successfully! It skidded me!
  Pashka sang out furiously in response:
  - And the fight continues again,
  The fire of hyperplasm is boiling...
  And Lenin is so young -
  Strike with swords!
  A German tank crashed into a wall and exploded... The Fritzes were really unlucky.
  Arkasha tweeted:
  - For the sake of the youth of the Fatherland,
  Do not spare life for the truth...
  We are guys in this life,
  Only with the truth on the way!
  And here he is again on the attack, and the boy knocks down a dozen fascists with a force field.
  The children were getting closer to Hitler, walking through the corridors. They are so combative. The triad cannot be stopped.
  Alice squealed enthusiastically:
  - Glory to our USSR! Let's be an example to the guys!
  Pashka nodded, his force field hit the wall. So much so that even the granite cracked. The terminator boy growled:
  - We will crush everyone! We will strangle!
  Arkasha, knocking down the Nazis, corrected:
  - Not all, but only fascists!
  Pashka chuckled and noted:
  - We are making history,
  Today barricades, tomorrow crematoriums...
  Alice crushed the Nazi with wild force and knocked him down along with his motorcycle, scrawling:
  - We are building a new world,
  And we deny the past...
  Elevating to the throne is an absurd and vulgar thing!
  Arkasha, knocking down the Fritz, clarified:
  - On the contrary, we are saving humanity from threats! Really, what could be more terrible than Nazi slavery?
  Alice agreed with this:
  - You're right, my boy! This is terrible!
  Arkasha was offended:
  - I'm not your boy! We're the same age!
  Pashka, having knocked down a dozen Nazis with one swing. Three of them were smashed on the wall like dead flies, sang:
  - Who is stronger and braver than the boy,
  Consider them fighting guys...
  We are giving the fascists a hard time,
  We are true to Communism in this oath!
  Alice pressed the force field on the Nazis and squealed:
  - Glory to the Fatherland, glory! Our native state!
  Arkasha energetically confirmed, crushing the Fritzes:
  - We were going on a campaign! Forward with communism!
  Alice, in an attack on the fascists, chirped:
  We will give our soul and heart,
  We are for our holy Fatherland...
  Golden-winged cherub -
  It will give us happiness in life!
  And again the warrior girl shot down another target. In this case, the E-5 self-propelled gun. And turned over this small but biting machine.
  The children came closer and closer to Hitler. They were so playful and cool.
  Pashka, using force fields like clubs, noted:
  - When the new era comes, cholera will disappear!
  Arkasha noted with a chuckle:
  - And cholera has long since disappeared! You, boy, just couldn't see it!
  And the red-haired boy felled the Nazis in a whole sheaf.
  Pashka squeaked in rage:
  - There will be new progress!
  And again the force field just takes and charges.
  Alice squealed with fury:
  - The sacred mystery of the Motherland,
  We will keep it in the name of honor,
  And in battles we will maintain unity -
  We will be together with Russia forever!
  Arkasha agreed with this:
  - Together with our ancestors, in the name of all humanity!
  And again he shot down a fascist self-propelled gun with a force field!
  Here is Hitler's office on the way. It seems that the goal is about to be reached. Pashka reflexively took out his blaster and a hologram immediately flared up. The girl in the form of a fairy looked back and yelped:
  - What are you doing here?
  Pashka answered with a chuckle:
  - We destroy the fascist scum!
  The hologram hissed in wild rage:
  - What? Are you crazy? You're maiming people.
  Alice, having flattened another fascist into a pancake with a force field, muttered:
  - These are not people, but worse than animals!
  The hologram roared, changing color to red:
  - You kids are crazy! Minors have gone crazy!
  Pashka growled fiercely in response:
  - Turn off if you can't help us!
  The hologram realized:
  - You are mentally ill and you must be neutralized!
  Pashka wanted to express himself much more strongly and harshly, but the sound got stuck in his throat. And the child's body froze.
  Alice and Arkasha also felt their flesh cramp and as if an invisible but tenacious web enveloped it.
  The child warriors couldn't move or make a sound. But the hologram screeched:
  - I'm turning off their consciousness for a while and their force fields. Let adults figure out what to do with mentally ill children.
  Alice didn't even have time to blink before her consciousness instantly switched off, plunging into darkness.
  . CHAPTER #3.
  Alisa Selezneva woke up. She felt cold and something hard under her back. The girl opened her eyes with difficulty. And at first she saw nothing, it was so dark.
  Chains clanked nearby, and Pashka"s voice was heard:
  - Antipulsar, are we in a basement?
  There was a ringing sound from Alice's right. Arkasha's voice was heard:
  - Not bad! Arms and legs in bracelets!
  Alice also felt the clamps, on her ankles and wrists. She felt them. Yes, these are chains, and very thick ones at that. Each link is as thick as an adult's wrist. Her feet are bare, and on her body she is wearing something like pajamas.
  I remembered the captivity of Emperor Zlatovlas. But there they were laid on soft beds and did not put shackles on. And here they are shackled. Damn it, there is a chain around their necks.
  Pashka also remembered, noting:
  - Yes, it was much more comfortable at Zlatovlas'!
  Alice blurted out:
  - Well, we can"t avoid procedures now!
  Pashka declared bravely, clinking his chains:
  - Well, I won't tell them anything! Let them torture me with a blowtorch!
  Arkasha suggested:
  - Most likely there will be an electric shock! And that is very painful!
  Alice remarked seriously:
  - I'm not afraid of torture! I'm afraid that I'll just cry from pain like a girl!
  Pasha answered with a laugh:
  - And you are a girl! A real one!
  Alice answered seriously:
  - But I have plenty of courage! And Pashka too!
  Arkasha suggested:
  - Maybe we should try sawing the chains?
  Pashka giggled and stamped his bare foot on the stone floor:
  - With what? We don't have a file or even a knife!
  Arkasha logically noted:
  - We'll rub one link of the chain against another. If we don't saw it through, at least we'll get warm!
  Alice agreed with this:
  - It's probably underground here and it's a bit cold!
  The children got to work. Alice rubbed one link against another. At the same time, she brought the soles together so that her feet wouldn't freeze so much. She had an adventure in a Cinderella dress barefoot, not very pleasant, though. In general, Alice and the three friends seemed to have fallen out of real time. They remained schoolchildren of about twelve years old and eternal children. And the others were growing up. Some kind of incomprehensible phenomenon. As if it was them and at the same time not them.
  Alice even sang:
  - I and not I have the same foundation! We suddenly realized it!
  Pashka agreed and added:
  - Conflicts between people,
  The old world is filled,
  There is me and they are burning lights,
  And this is serious!
  Arkasha confidently supported Alisa:
  - We have created a world without wars,
  Without ancient conflicts...
  Now love reigns,
  Enmity only with a relic!
  Pashka remarked angrily:
  - Those fascists! They took everything, but didn't bring anything to eat!
  Alice replied with a sigh:
  - Some kind of nettle soup, and there will be stale bread.
  Arkasha suggested:
  - Let's work with the chain for now and think carefully about what to do next.
  Alice frowned and rubbed harder. Even the metal sparkled in the darkness.
  The girl tried to remember from books how to escape from prison. There were different ideas. The Count of Monte Cristo? Well, who would give them so many years to break through the corridor. Besides, most likely the Germans would search the cells. Plus, they still needed to get rid of the chains.
  Act like in the movie: "What did the dead man say?" But it shows something completely unreal. It's unlikely that a simple woman would have dug a tunnel so quickly. And again, who would give her time! Especially since there is concrete, or even reinforced concrete.
  Alice remembered how she had foolishly made several clones. And these models turned out to be pretty nasty. That's what thermoquark battery bioenergy does!
  Alice whispered:
  - One, two, three! Tear the clone apart!
  Pashka responded sarcastically:
  - I like your clone much more! He fell in love with me!
  Aliska sang in response:
  - Love is that,
  What happens in an adult!
  Love is that,
  What's sweeter than Eskimo?
  Pashka responded:
  - They say it happens in real life too!
  Alice squeaked:
  - But this is specific, a secret for the guys!
  And he laughs... It became more fun. Only it's cold. Especially bare, children's feet are freezing.
  It's not very comfortable here. It's a good thing the pygmy aborigines on the planet Krina didn't steal her sneakers. Otherwise, Alice would have knocked her feet bloody. The experience of walking barefoot as Cinderella was not a pleasant one. And she had a hard time on the island of the Rusty Field Marshal. Her soles itched from running along the mountain paths.
  By the way, they made a movie about her adventures. And they changed her partner. There was a grandfather from ancient times, but it turned out to be Baba Yaga. And it's even better this way! Alice really liked the movie. It was funnier and more entertaining than in reality.
  Then they started making films in huge quantities.
  This is the time of progress. Here, write yourself a short story and load it by turning on the screen adaptation program. There can be different screen adaptation modes: literal, free, fantasy style, antipode, based on, in the style of Dumas, and so on.
  Alice, for example, took and loaded "Uncle Tom's Cabin", then added herself to the number of heroines. And how she demonstrated a couple of Russian-kundo techniques to the evil owner and his two overseers. They passed out... And Alice chirped, baring her teeth:
  - Africa is terrible, yes, yes, yes! Africa is dangerous! Yes! Yes! Yes! Come, children - Help Tom!
  And you can also educate bad guys in the virtual matrix of the Hyperinternet. Here Alice, for example, took Khan Batu, as she threw him up to the poppy heads of churches.
  Yes, they really got into trouble with Pashka then. And their speed in the matrix is cooler than a cheetah's. And Gromoseka is with them. He grabbed blasters, emitters, a hyperplasma grenade launcher, and also lightsabers in the style of the Jedi. Well, let's start crushing virtual Mongol-Tatars.
  Now that was a fighter.
  Thunderbolt in her repertoire. And she threshes these Tatars as if they were sheaves, that's the Matrix's illusion. And everything is so natural. Alice even with her bare toes touches the metal disks. And that in the Matrix any combat skills can be embedded and different bodies can be used. You can have an adult body and lift and throw an entire aircraft carrier at once.
  Alice rubbed the chains more vigorously... The girl tried to console herself that if she could fool the rusty robots, she could fool the fascists too.
  That's how Pashka realized that there was no quarantine and was able to trick the space pirates. However, they were not so simple and carried a whole squad in the box. And at some point, the adventures turned out to be like in an American movie - evil unexpectedly takes over... But good still wins!
  And in good movies it's always like that. Evil usually loses, but not one-sidedly. And the antihero needs to be given a chance!
  Pashka is jingling chains. When you rub the links it warms you up, but bare feet cool down the fastest, and you rub them sole to sole. They are deep underground, and even in the summer it is as cold as a basement.
  Alice thought, what was Edmond Dantes like in an underground prison? It's terribly cold there, especially in winter! It's somehow unpleasant. And he spent fourteen years there!
  Or maybe the fascists want to force them to die of cold and hunger?
  However, in reality, the Fuhrer was busy. He had no intention of canceling the attack on the USSR on June 22, 1946. And when he learned that the prisoners were children, he burst out laughing and said:
  - Let them sit in the dark, in the dungeon, for now - they"ll come to their senses!
  And he began to give orders again, preparing an invasion. Stalin, of course, tried to avoid war. Almost the entire world was against him, and there was practically no chance of winning. The Germans had far more infantry, and significantly more advanced tanks. Even taking into account mobilizations, Stalin's army numbered about twelve million soldiers. And Hitler's first echelon alone numbered thirty million, mostly foreign rabble. And the Red Army also had to defend the Far East, where the samurai deployed another twenty-five million soldiers in the first echelon, having mobilized the conquered peoples and the Chinese.
  So the USSR has no chance. With approximately equal tanks with the Third Reich, German vehicles are heavier, more powerful and newer. In addition, some Soviet tanks do not have trained crews. In aviation, the Third Reich is much stronger in both quantity and quality, plus Japan with its colonies. No, you can't resist that!
  And Stalin, understanding this, tries not to react to provocations, although he mobilized the army.
  But is the Red Army ready for defense? After all, it was taught to attack more?
  True, the Molotov line has been strengthened and equipped over the years. The Stalin line has been partially restored. Two main lines of defense have been created. They have been able to strengthen themselves more or less. And now they are ready to sell their lives dearly.
  But there is practically no chance of victory. Against such power and population, there will not be enough human resources, although there is enough raw materials.
  So for now, Alice and the boys have time. But, of course, this time works against them. The chains are very thick, the metal is alloyed, and it is slow to saw. Not every file can handle it.
  And now she wants to eat and drink. Alice remembered how she was hungry on the island of the rusty field marshal. But sooner or later they would have found her anyway. And where would the robots go in the space age? They wouldn't have been able to roam around much. But she remembered the feeling of hunger and thirst.
  And doesn't Alice have too many adventures? Other boys and girls of the space age, the communist commonwealth lead a much calmer life and they only have adventures in the hypernet matrix. There, everything is really possible. Take Pashka, for example, in the novel: "Captain Daredevil Climbed In."
  There it's all kind of make-believe, but the illusion of reality is complete. As if it were all real when traveling in a time machine. A kind of total RPG. There is such a genre, when the game is both a literary work and an illusion of sensation.
  Really, why did they bother with false time? Get into the Hypernet and crush these fascists. And here you can die for real. And experience pain that is not softened by anything.
  Alice is, of course, more developed than the average child of the early twenty-first century. How she amazed everyone with her knowledge of eight languages and her long jump of almost seven meters! She was younger then than she is now. But even an elephant would not be able to break chains of such thickness. In martial arts, both she and Pashka with Arkashka are only specialists in the matrix, and they were not particularly keen on it. So it is naive to think that they will lay down the SS men with their bare hands.
  Alice sawed and sighed. For example, how she, in her earlier childhood, helped defeat the space pirates and saved the three captains. And she was still a child then. But she can if she wants. The invisibility cap worked. And what she did not see and did not experience. And there was time travel, and pills when you can go to the happiest moment of your life.
  Alisa and Pashka and Arkasha understood that they were not like everyone else. And that so many unusual adventures do not happen to normal children. And that they were stuck in a time loop. They still look like they are twelve years old at school, but the world is changing and their peers are growing up. For example, before they did not know the capabilities of the virtual matrix. And now it can reproduce absolutely everything. Even you can feel like the Almighty God and the Creator of the universe.
  In the communist world of the bright future, it has long been accepted to consider God a purely human invention. Although no one has ever proven that the Supreme Creator of the Universe does not exist. Of course, both the Bible and the Koran are purely human, ancient ideas about the Supreme Creator, people who were captive to the prejudices of their era. And of course, it is stupid that God, for example, will forever roast sinners in fire. But here, for example, is the idea that our Universe was created by intelligent beings. And maybe even by a separate person who has omnipotence.
  Alice read a lot, and knew that it is possible, for example, to transform matter into energy, and energy into matter. The annihilation of one gram of matter produces the energy of two atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima, and the energy of two atomic bombs can create a gram of real matter.
  But from one gram of matter, it is possible to extract, purely theoretically, energy equivalent to four million atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima using thermoquark fusion. And using thermopreon fusion, it is possible to use energy equivalent to eight trillion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima.
  This is power! This is super!
  This means that it is possible to create real matter and universes. In any case, it was theoretically proven back in the twentieth century that it is possible to create matter from matter and multiply it.
  Alice was such a genius creator in the matrix. Of course, this is an illusion. But there are entire arsenals in the hyperfuturism games of weapons of the gods-demiurges, including a set of: Theoblasters, Hypertheoblasters, Hypernadtheoblasters and other, very cool arsenal. Alice has not yet had time to try this amazing weapon. But she will definitely do it.
  Although no, she fired from the Hypertheoblaster and the entire virtual universe was transformed.
  It's good in the matrix, you can be whoever you want. For example, you were a girl, and became a boy. And vice versa... And it's even cooler to become a bird, or a butterfly, or even a seven-headed dragon! How great! What is not in the world of the matrix. For example, the oldest Super-hit - "Well, just you wait!"
  Here you can become a hare and hit a wolf on the head with a police baton.
  What about a wolf? Maybe tigers would be better? Or a tiger-rat? The latter animal comes in different forms. Sometimes it even grows as big as a mountain! Imagine such a dinosaur!
  Alice shuddered... She remembered how her father climbed into the cage with the tiger-rats and she became afraid for him then. And indeed, it is stupid to measure tails by touch if you can use scanners. It is scary to travel for the first time. Although, Alice managed to do a lot. And she remembered how the wire dug into her bare ankles when the robots tied her up. There were even marks on the skin, but they quickly disappeared. In the future, wounds and abrasions heal much faster without medication than at the beginning of the twentieth century, leaving no marks on the skin.
  So scratches and wounds do not ache, and she is a healthy girl, and in theory she should not catch a cold in the dungeon. But it is cold. And a body more perfect than that of people of the twentieth century wants to eat. And drink too... Although thirst is not so annoying when it is cold.
  Alice sighed and sang:
  - Your fate hangs in the balance,
  The enemies are full of courage...
  Pashka supported Alice;
  But, thank God, there are friends!
  But, thank God, there are friends!
  And friends have swords!
  Arkasha noted gloomily:
  - Blasters would be better!
  Pashka agreed with this:
  - Probably better!
  Alice said dreamily:
  - And the Hypertheoblaster... It's such a weapon! The weapon of the Demiurge Gods!
  Pashka laughed and answered:
  - Yes, it's impressive! You hit it once, and the enemy starts bleeding.
  Arkasha corrected:
  - No, transformations are taking place!
  Pashka confidently confirmed:
  - Yes, transformations! Which is what had to be proven!
  Alice remarked confidently:
  - If anything, we will find ourselves in a very bad situation!
  Pashka chuckled and noted:
  - I would rather have my heels fried than sit in the dark and chained up!
  Alice laughed and remarked:
  - It hurts, Pashka! Try it when you're in the matrix!
  Pasha growled stubbornly:
  - Better natural, so that it's real!
  Arkasha remarked seriously:
  - Better not risk it! It really hurts!
  Alice sang jokingly:
  - What pain, what pain! Russia versus Germany: five to zero!
  Pashka squeaked furiously:
  - And in whose favor? Clearly not in our favor!
  Alice remarked with a smile:
  - But now we wait for changes without fear! And in our world we were too good!
  Pashka noted angrily:
  - It's not torture that scares me. It's the fact that we can't help the USSR!
  Arkasha timidly remarked:
  - What about force majeure?
  Pashka hatched:
  - What?
  Arkasha chuckled and said:
  - This means that unexpected circumstances, as always, will bring us victory!
  Pashka muttered angrily:
  - Better drink! Otherwise we'll freeze!
  Alice chirped:
  - Again, blood is flowing like a river here,
  The fascist looks so cool...
  But don't give in to him,
  And throw Hitler into the darkness!
  Pashka nodded approvingly:
  - Not bad! Our Motherland, Alice, will not forget you! Especially when they take you... to hang!
  Alice chirped:
  - We opened the planets to the nations,
  The path into space, to unknown worlds...
  The feats of heroism are sung -
  To guard the scar of death forever!
  Pashka noted, continuing to rub the chains:
  - Rise up, branded with a curse,
  the whole world of the hungry and slaves!
  Alice supported the boy:
  Our indignant mind is seething,
  Ready to fight to the death!
  Arkasha picked up the song;
  We will dig up the whole world of violence,
  To the ground, and then...
  And the children continued in chorus, singing:
  We will build a new, new world,
  He who was nobody will become everything!
  Suddenly a bright light flashed in the cell. The spotlights blinded the children. And a dozen SS men with truncheons burst into the cell. They shouted in German, and the leader of them jumped up to Alice and hit her bare heels with a rubber truncheon. The girl screamed in pain. And she blurted out:
  - Don't hit me, I won't do that!
  The SS colonel roared:
  - It's not death to sing the Internationale. And generally keep quiet! Soon they'll take you in for interrogation and you'll howl there!
  Pashka, rubbing his eyes, exclaimed:
  - I'm not afraid of pain!
  And then the club of a very nimble SS man struck the boy on the bare heel. Pashka screamed, but immediately bit his lip and squeezed out the words.
  - It doesn't hurt me!
  And he got it on the other heel. After which the SS men were about to pounce, beating the prisoners, when a thunderous voice rang out:
  - Stop it! These are interesting prisoners, and they will be interrogated by professionals.
  The SS men reluctantly left the room. The lights went out, and the children found themselves in complete darkness again.
  Pashka said boastfully:
  - When they hit you on the heels with a baton, it doesn't hurt at all!
  Alice objected:
  - I wouldn't say that!
  Arkasha remarked with sarcasm:
  - It's not fair, though!
  Alice growled:
  - What is unfair?
  Arkasha answered boldly:
  - That they didn"t hit me, but you got it!
  Alice smiled and remarked:
  - You can ask for yourself!
  The girl rubbed her bruised heel. The pain quickly passed. What is one blow, even a strong one? Sometimes they would inflict more than a hundred blows with bamboo sticks. This was a particularly common punishment in the East. They would beat boys who misbehaved at school with sticks on their bare heels, and nothing happened, no one became crippled.
  Alice even felt ashamed that she screamed. And how did the pioneer heroes hold up in the Gestapo dungeons?
  And she disgraced herself. Is this worthy of a girl from the space age?
  Pashka noticed with the look of a fighter:
  - Let us be courageous, and under torture we will not utter a groan!
  Arkasha nodded:
  - Try Pasha. Although when they torture you and you scream it's easier!
  The blond boy growled fiercely:
  - And like Stenka Razin, who laughed in the executioners' faces. We must be like him!
  Alice giggled:
  - And do you remember Malchish-Kibalchish?
  Pashka chirped:
  - I burn with passion for my homeland,
  Undividedly, swiftly passionately...
  I love my holy Fatherland with all my heart,
  I will maintain my fortitude under torture!
  Alice squealed, stamping her bare foot on the concrete floor:
  - Well done, Pashka! You sing well!
  Arkasha remarked with a gloomy look:
  - It will hurt! But you have to go through it!
  Far-sighted Alice noted:
  - Okay, torture, and then!
  Pashka said with pathos:
  - Die with honor!
  And the boy added in heroic ecstasy;
  The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  We are not afraid of death on the battlefield...
  I will fight bravely for my Motherland,
  And even dying he will win!
  Alice agreed with this:
  - Our warrior is not afraid of death!
  Arkasha nodded and confirmed:
  - We are children of the twenty-second century and are not afraid of anything!
  Pashka growled, banging his chains:
  - If we find Hitler! If we find Hitler! We won't joke with him, we'll tear him to pieces! We'll tear him to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  And then Pashka closed his eyes, the spotlights in the cell flashed again, and the voice sounded:
  - One more word about the Fuhrer and we'll release tear gas. It won't kill you, but it will hurt a lot!
  Alice whispered:
  - Pasha, no need! We won't have the strength to escape!
  The argument proved effective and the boys fell silent. The light went out again.
  Things flickered before the children's eyes. From darkness to light, and from light to darkness.
  Alice remembered how the Fritzes were blinded near Berlin. This helped defeat the fascists and overcome the most powerful line of defense.
  The formidable "Tigers"-2, buried in the ground and covered with concrete, fired at the Soviet troops. And the valiant warriors went on the attack. And the famous four girls. And how Alice fought, in the matrix. She was a sniper and smashed the fascists' searchlights. Yes, she had such adventures.
  Although, of course, this is just an illusion. But Veselchak U was a real pirate. As he was brilliantly played in the film "Guest from the Future" by Nevinny. Yes, it was a masterpiece.
  Alice, also scratching the chain, remembered how she had saved Pashka on the adventure planet. They wanted to cut off his head for saving the witch, and Alice announced that she was marrying him. Yes, this world was a backward Middle Ages. However, would they really cut off Pashka's head? Or was this not quite a real world? Not exactly the matrix, but a staged fiction film?
  However, space pirates are real, and they can kill you in a completely non-virtual way, and if they hit you with a blaster...
  Alice thought, what happens after death? Does a person really go into oblivion, and everything ends? Or maybe there is an immortal soul, and you can continue to retain your personality?
  Alice had read the Bible, of course, but to be honest she didn't really understand the book. In fact, it says almost nothing about life after death. Just a parable about the rich man and the Laser. But the paradise there is somehow strange, that hell is visible from it. And is paradise visible from hell? And there are no details there.
  And in general, what is paradise like in the twenty-second century? Everything is free, even money people take only to those planets where it still exists. And there are such cool games with a complete illusion of reality.
  For example, Alice saved Milady from the death penalty. It was a pity for this young woman, so smart and educated. Ten men against one woman, that was clearly too much. And it does not do them any honor. Alice was very indignant at Athos's behavior. To raise a hand against a girl of sixteen, almost a child. Poor girl, she became angry and vindictive because of this. And how D'Artagnan deceived Milady and tricked her into giving her an emerald.
  This is not a knightly act at all. Which does not paint a positive hero at all. And in general, the behavior of the four musketeers smacks of treason. They warned the enemy of France Buckingham. And they gave the very valuable agent Cardinal Milady to the enemies of the English. And Aramis, apparently, spied for Spain. And he was both a hypocrite and outwardly religious and a terrible womanizer.
  Of course, the musketeers are still birds. And to love an old woman for money, as Porthos did, is disgusting! Alice even grimaced. No, these musketeers are no longer good heroes.
  But Milady evokes sympathy. In one of the films, Lady Winter was also imprisoned in a dungeon, where she sat in chains, just like Alice now. Hungry, freezing, on a stone floor, her bare feet were numb from the cold. And somewhere rats were squeaking. At least here everything is sterile, and there is no smell of rats.
  But I"m hungry... How long have they been sitting here?
  Alice suddenly felt very tired. She had not slept for a long time, and children in the future have not yet learned to do without sleep. Moreover, children of the communist era usually do not have nightmares in their sleep. The sleep regulator, if anything, will switch the nightmare to something pleasant. And children should not be afraid of dreams. They will always be either a victorious adventure or a light, pleasant daydream for them.
  And now Alice was deep in sleep, not paying attention to the fact that she was wearing only striped prison pajamas and that instead of a gravity bed there was a concrete floor. And she was dreaming of something that was tearing her soul apart.
  . CHAPTER #4.
  The dream turned out to be very vivid in theme, something inspired by beautiful films about war, and Alice herself is no longer such a girl, but a grown-up beautiful girl.
  Everyone was in a high spirits - cheerful. The end of the war was approaching, which meant the end of all the trials, sorrows, and troubles!
  Still a boy in his dream, Pashka declared:
  - The fall of Berlin is the rise of Moscow! And communism will replace fascism in Europe.
  Alice readily confirmed:
  - That's probably how it will be!
  The main bridgehead along the Oder coast is crowded with troops. It is all dug up with trenches, dug bunkers and even concreted pillboxes. The enemy sometimes shoots, he has heavy siege weapons, and something newer.
  Alisa's friend from the night pilots' squadron, Natasha, flying the U-2, told her about this rocket. Both girls sat down after digging a trench and chewed gum delivered from the USA. It was already mid-April, and spring in Germany comes earlier than in central Russia or Belarus. There are many large May beetles, the trampled grass is again raising its head, breaking through in lush color from the paths. The aroma of spring interrupts the much more unpleasant smells of men's foot wraps and sweat, soot from recent shelling, gasoline and machine oil. An unusually large number of tanks and self-propelled guns have crossed from the other bank. Thousands of machines, including foreign ones.
  Meanwhile, the pilot said:
  - This missile is the size of a five-story building and carries six tons of aminolon. The most terrible weapon flies ten times faster than the Lugg-7 with the most powerful engine boost! There is no escape from it, when it hits London, entire blocks are destroyed!
  Alice became curious:
  - Did they try to shoot at us?
  Natasha nodded:
  - Yes! The Nazis can't reach London now, so they've switched to us. I saw the sky cut as if by a red-hot dagger the size of Everest. Three hotels fell into the Oder, raising real Tsunami waves, four boats capsized, two soldiers drowned, and one hit the land on the opposite side. It exploded so hard that the IS-2's turret was torn off and four more tanks capsized. A dozen soldiers were killed, more than a hundred were wounded, and a crater formed on the spot... - Natasha's eyes widened and her arms spread wide. - Wow, almost a real lake, you could hide the Spasskaya Tower!
  Here one of the soldiers dozing nearby spat out his cigarette in anger and growled:
  - Don't talk nonsense! These V-2s aren't that scary, you're just causing panic with your womanly babble.
  Alice nudged her friend's elbow and whispered:
  - Don't do that! Otherwise they'll report you to the special department and sentence you as panic-mongers!
  Natasha rubbed her bare, slender leg against the tarpaulin and barely audibly declared:
  - Yes, these special agents... We are afraid of them, more than the enemy aces. But you know, these police rats are afraid to go to the front lines. You can get it from your own people, fortunately there are enough captured weapons!
  Alice nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, they can get it here. Nobody likes them, not even the generals. Or rather, the generals especially. - The girl paused and spat out the gum that had become tasteless. She hated cigarettes, and the gum put under lend-lease was in short supply. It is not produced in the USSR yet, there are much more important things. Alice continued. -
  - And what do you think, when will our troops go on the offensive? I thought so yesterday, there was such a strong artillery shelling from our side, but....
  Natasha said confidently:
  - Tomorrow, before the dawn. But for now, let's eat and sleep, because we'll have to fight for more than one day!
  Elsa appeared. She was wearing a chef's apron, with a face slightly rounded from good food. The girl was handing out portions of rich borscht and porridge with onions and meat to everyone. Of course, there was also a hundred grams of alcohol, which the girl Alice refused in favor of other soldiers.
  Other snipers appeared, who, in order not to tempt the soldiers, were going to spend the night together. The ground had already warmed up, the girls were slapping barefoot, which, of course, was nicer than in rough army "tarpaulin boots". True, a couple of warriors managed to get American shady shoes, in which their feet felt great, but in order not to look like ladies compared to the others, they also took off their shoes. Before going to bed, the girls went for a not very long, but very fast run. They did push-ups and lay down to sleep...
  Natasha and Alisa kissed goodnight and fell asleep, pressed together and hugging each other - friend to friend. They were innocent and pure girls who did not know dirty thoughts. It's funny to sleep in a dream. True, this dream is like a single moment.
  The offensive actually began before dawn, with a massive artillery barrage.
  The Andryushas were especially active, this rocket launcher was much more powerful and, most importantly, had a longer range than the more famous Katyusha, so it was much more rational to use it for shooting at areas and strong points, and the shells were more powerful. And if they were more powerful, they destroyed ceilings and bunkers better.
  At night it seems as if firecrackers are going off, each as big as a skyscraper, their burning burning burns out your eyes, and the roar is so loud that it steams your ears. Drumsticks are beating on your eardrums as if in a battle drive, and the beating is getting louder.
  Natasha whispered loudly in Alice's ear:
  - This is the end of military valor. Everything is decided by a fight at a distance, inaccurate shooting at areas... I hate it!
  Alice then nudged her friend with her hand:
  - Don't blab. Right now you should be flying aircraft deep into enemy defenses.
  Instead of answering, Natasha rushed to run to her people. She suddenly remembered that yes - they, of course, will have to fight again!
  Alice also ran to the positions of the German troops, Soviet tanks were already moving to attack positions. Among them were foreign vehicles, Lend-Lease supplies, vehicles from Britain, the USA, and Canada. For example, the Churchill infantry tank. It has very strong frontal armor, which makes this vehicle a serious help in a breakthrough. Against the background of the relatively weak 100-millimeter armor of the IS-2 turret, the Churchill is a tough little thing, especially since riveted rolled armor is better than cast. The driving characteristics are not the best, but not the worst either, for a tank weighing forty kilograms. But in general, Soviet tankers prefer Challengers. They have a powerful gun superior to the T-34-85 gun, with stronger frontal armor, and approximately the same driving characteristics.
  Of the American tanks, the Sherman 4th is especially appreciated, also with a seventeen-foot "pusheniya", and this high tank looks like a camel. Alice runs fast, but it is not easy to overtake tanks, although it is possible, on a rocade (cross country) they are only twenty, maximum twenty-five kilometers of travel. And the warrior sniper overtakes slightly lagging ISs, breakthrough tanks, whose guns, although not as often as desired, fired on the moves. In fact, it roared, and the smoke ate out the nostrils, and hot cartridges and shrapnel burned the uncovered girls' legs. But Alice did not think to stop. After all, her credo is - a girl should not lose. And having lost, give in.
  And around her there is indeed hell. Moreover, several T-34 tanks have already been blown up by mines. Usually, when the artillery preparation is strong, most of the mines detonate from the explosions and heat, but unfortunately not all. That's what war and attacks are. It is impossible to do without victims. And if it is possible, then only in a fairy tale.
  Other sniper girls also joined in. The German front line was heavily destroyed, so far even shots at the leading tanks were not heard, and as return fire. The additional roar of stormtroopers was heard.
  The attack aircraft is an important element of war. For example, the Germans had few good attack aircraft during the offensive of 1941. The He-123 biplane was hopelessly outdated, and there were few of them, the Ju-87 was also not new, the He-129 had just been launched into production. That is, the Germans did not have a real modern attack aircraft at the beginning of the war. Although what they had posed a serious threat.
  Alice examined among hundreds of Soviet vehicles, mainly Il-3s and Pesheks, and a couple of heavy captured Focken-Wulfs in assault modification.
  As an attack aircraft, the German F -190 is a good horse. Fast, powerful weapons, armored with a decent bomb load. Maybe even better than the Ila-2, in any case, faster, more powerful in weapons, and more in bomb load, not to mention the sight, communications, machine guns. You can also note the Focken-Wulf's dive, as well as ease of control.
  But of course it is not customary to talk about this, if you praise the enemy's equipment - it means you sympathize with the fascists, and then the conclusion - a spy! And a penal battalion in this case is not the worst outcome. Although, for example, they do not shoot as often as some people think. Armed people can rebel, the fear of the Soviet power has weakened, however, the authority remains. But selective ... Almost everyone loves Stalin, Zhukov is called a butcher, but respected ... The special agents are unanimously hated, like SMERSH employees, and not only for threats and as zealous lovers of trophies.
  But the most negative character is Beria... He is criticized almost openly, and caricatures are drawn. Not a favorite person...
  Alice ran to the front line of trenches... She noticed that there were few torn German corpses. There were also few broken guns... And what was even worse, the tanks buried in the ground were just wooden camouflage... Brrr... The Nazis barely covered the front line with troops... So the trick with the false artillery preparation did not quite work. The Germans managed to figure out that they were only being felt out. Alice muttered in annoyance:
  - It is good to deceive, it is bad to be deceived, but the worst thing is to lead yourself by the nose!
  Her other friend, already in the sniper business, Angelica, asked with surprise:
  - And what are you whining about?
  Alice pointed with her fingers:
  - You see, there are very few real soldiers, scarecrows in rags, wooden guns, clay tanks. Here we were waved like a fox with a tail.
  Angelica consoled:
  - Not everywhere. Closer to the center, they blind the fascists with searchlights. We just didn't have enough of them. By the way, the idea to use searchlights was suggested by Stalin himself.
  Alice kicked the crumpled German helmet and declared:
  - I believe! Success in war may temporarily blind you, but failure plunges you into darkness forever!
  The indomitable Angelica growled fiercely:
  - This is not the best joke. It's just not clear where we're going. Snipers usually operate from an ambush, and don't run with their eyes blinded!
  Alice agreed:
  - Of course, you're right, but...
  The T-34 tank almost ran into a land mine. It exploded so hard that the girls were knocked down by the blast wave. They flew upside down, their legs dangling. Alice hit her head on Angelica's knee, and she screamed in pain:
  - Well, you're a cast-iron head, you could even break a cup. You little devil!
  Alice giggled in response:
  - A cup is broken for good luck, a cup for disability! Although if you want to dodge the army, that's good luck too!
  Angelica seemed to have injured her leg, she got up with difficulty, and Alice got it too. In addition to the bump on her forehead, a piece of shrapnel got into her bare foot. She had to squeeze it out and wince in pain. Of course, everyone hurts in war, but the victors want more.
  Both warriors limped and were now being overtaken by soldiers with weapons. They were of different ages and cultural levels. Some were very young youths, others were gray-haired, wrinkled, toothless old men. Here Pashka ran by... The boy was nimble, still young enough to run into battle barefoot and not be ashamed of his bare childish heels, although three orders, not counting medals, is an indicator... Or rather, four, in the last operation (in the dream it seemed to have really happened!) Pashka distinguished himself, managed to wound the burgomaster himself in the leg and take him prisoner while riding. True, for now the boy is only a senior sergeant - he has no education as an officer, and they do not want to give a rank to such a beardless brat. But no one doubts that he is guaranteed a military career... Maybe he will even get a star.
  And the warriors simply howl with frustration... After all, the battle is passing them by... So just limp away...
  However, the second line was already more saturated with enemy infantry, and there was return fire. Soviet tanks slowed down somewhat due to the abundance of ditches, hedgehogs and minefields. Some minefields were made of aminolon (shock- and heat-resistant explosive) with detonation by radio or wires. Losses increased.
  Alice opened fire from her rifle, targets appeared, and it was getting light. The girl noticed the slightest movement of enemy soldiers or Faustniks. Among the opponents there were many people in civilian clothes. These were Volksturm militiamen. Some in firefighter uniforms, others in rags. Many boys... In general, all teenagers over fourteen were mobilized by Hitler's threatening decree. And even more snotty. Such fighters should not be underestimated, the level of combat training in the Jungvolk camps is quite decent, and they are much more fanatical than adults, fooled by Nazi propaganda.
  Since there is an obvious shortage of weapons, many have bottles of coal powder and alcohol, or Faustpatrones, in their hands.
  The defenses here are dug thoroughly, there are many underground passages, and not a single artillery barrage can suppress them. Soviet Il-3s drop many small bombs or shoot from above...
  Alice spares the smallest Germans, but is still effective. She has an automatic German sniper rifle, you can shoot in any mode... If only there was a chance to hit, and she won't miss.
  Angelica has an American "Harvard", or M-18. Quite suitable for combat use, but not as reliable as Soviet or German models. The girl also does not shoot with glory, and she has a lot of experience. In her dream, Alice had information, as if from real reality, and it was imprinted in her memory. She herself is a Siberian, and arrived at the front in October of 1941. Not as a sniper, but a volunteer. In November, she participated in sabotage. What did she do? About the same as Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, she set fire to huts where German soldiers spent the night.
  And ironically, this happens, I got caught in the same way, even a little later than December 6th...
  The Germans flogged her with rubber hoses, and then, what a coincidence, they took her out into the cold barefoot and almost naked... Only here there was a hitch... Anzhelika is a Siberian, and her father was obsessed with the idea of making his daughter a warrior. She was toughened up from infancy. And when a couple of Germans who were taking her along froze in this blizzard, she ran through the snowdrifts in her bra and panties. Her hands were tied behind her back, but the rope they attached to her wrists was a clothesline. During the struggle, Anzhelika broke a vase, hid a piece of glass in her panties, and then cut the rope.
  The frost was severe, the grease on the German machine guns froze and they jammed and were unable to remove it...
  So the second Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya managed to escape. But if she hadn't lived near the Khanty-Mansiysk District, where frosts of fifty degrees are common, and sometimes even more. If she hadn't received such incredible hardening to the cold, she would have definitely frozen over.
  So she repeated the path of Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, but unlike her, she survived. And she suffered no less. Firstly, she did not find her group, they left immediately after learning of her capture. Well, it is not so easy to escape from a native Siberian. After all, she sees and smells tracks like a fox. She caught up with them after all, but was out in the cold for more than five and a half hours. How she thanked her father, whom others considered a monster or, at best, an eccentric. If he had not accustomed her to the cold and running barefoot on the dense Siberian snow, she would have been an ice block. But even her toes did not freeze, they only ached painfully for several hours. The frost was almost forty, and the wind intensified the cold even more.
  After this, Angelica was counting on a medal, but as soon as her story became known, she was arrested. There, in the NKVL prison, Angelica again faced torture by cold in an icy punishment cell, and of course beatings...
  The intercession of the division commander saved the situation; he personally wrote to Zhukov, who then informed Stalin.
  She was released and sent to the front to atone for her guilt. But women's penal companies did not exist then. Just fight and go into the thick of it.
  Angelica was strong, tenacious, but did not have phenomenal military talent. She was wounded several times, was caught a couple more times, was in basements and knew tortures that made the fantasy of medieval inquisitors pale.
  Awards passed her by, but she did not complain. She became a sniper not so long ago. It was just that the opinion had already formed in the army that female warriors are necessarily good snipers. Considering that Angelica had been in the hell of Stalingrad and fought in the Fifth Army under the very fist of Meinstein, and in general she had been thrown from one scrape to another for more than three years.
  The girl learned to survive, having received a dozen wounds, did not lose her grace and remained very beautiful, with fiery red hair, which, however, after the torture of being hung by her hair, she began to cut very short.
  Now she was annoyed that she had limped from a simple collision with her friend. But that made her hit even more accurately. Yes, she sometimes misses, unlike Alisa, but she has already earned at least five medals. And so only one medal "For Courage", but every second Soviet soldier has such medals. Ugh, Alisa has a head, after all, she is Angelica, she fights well and has trained her knees for blows since childhood. Her father taught her hand-to-hand combat.
  She had no innate ability to shoot, she was not born a sniper. But hand-to-hand combat, yes. But during the war, she became so experienced that her level of marksmanship is generally quite acceptable. And when she is furious and hits without aiming, it turns out even better.
  The second line of defense was also broken through, the tanks fell behind, and the infantry went forward.
  Nobody pays any attention to the individual blazing fires. Everyone wants to be in Berlin, it's a vacation and the end of the war. But everyone is already dead tired.
  But the third line is the Seelow Heights. The main and strongest line of defense of the Wehrmacht. There is a hill with caves and communications. The infantry is met with mortar shots, machine gun bursts, high-explosive shells...
  The soldiers run for a while, but the intensity of the enemy fire increases. And anti-personnel mines explode underfoot. Anti-aircraft guns are firing, and aircraft guns are taken from German planes (they have no fuel, so they have to keep the scarce artillery!).
  The warriors fall at once in many hundreds, covering the path with corpses... They have to lie down, counting on suppressing this defensive line.
  Soviet attack aircraft and frontline aviation are howling again. In addition to the pawns, heavier Tu-3s have appeared. These machines can carry up to three tons of supplies, so there is hope for them.
  And now the tanks are starting to pull up...
  Alice whispers to Angelica:
  -That's it! We'll break through the enemy right away! We'll be at the Imperial Chancellery tomorrow!
  The Fire Warrior is not so optimistic:
  - It all seems so easy to me...
  Indeed, the stormtroopers suffer losses. The Luftfaust lives up to its name. The planes burn like candles... And the formidable anti-aircraft systems shoot excellently. The fighters here are experienced, select SS fighters, the best weapons.
  Neither Alice nor even Natasha, with all their experience, had ever seen so many aircraft shot down at once. Of course, it's easy to believe in the reality of the underworld, but this was even more extreme.
  Alice remarked philosophically:
  - Dying is hard. But flying is easier! Oh, I wish I could become a pilot too. Well, to fly and fight in the sky.
  Natasha stated decisively:
  - No! I can't even stomach you! In short, don't talk, just shoot!
  Alisa listened to her partner. She started firing even more often. But of course, targets did not appear often. The Germans were sitting behind the armor in shelters. There was more shooting at the optics. And this is delicate work.
  Angelica, in turn, began to smear more often, and this made her even more nervous and she cursed:
  - Well, what about Hitler - a stake in his mouth!
  Alice consoled her partner:
  - Where would the Fuhrer go? We are allies from the West and from the East. Let's remember at least something good.
  Angelica tried to remember. For example, once they were sent to get a tongue. It was in July near Vyazma. First, she and her partner crawled across the front line through the swamps, then moved along the road...
  Three policemen are heading towards a meeting... Of course, they are drunk, the air reeks of booze and there is a lot of bad laughter. Well, two girls in cotton dresses did not arouse their suspicions. Although, perhaps, another desire was awakened. They offered the scouts a ride.
  One of them began to sing:
  - I had a dream, lo and behold - a coffin in the middle of an apartment. Mussolini - Satan - gave only two lire!
  Here Angelica suggested to the policeman:
  - Do you want to earn more than a lira, and so about a hundred marks?
  The policeman stared, his stupid eyes bulging:
  - Do you know how to do this?
  Angelica nodded:
  - Of course... After all, for every real red commissar they promised one hundred occupation marks.
  The police immediately started making noise:
  - Where is the commissar, bring him here!
  Angelica directed the policemen to the hive, fortunately there was an apiary nearby. Well, there was also a beekeeper standing guard. The girl hissed to the policemen:
  - Here he is, a commissar in disguise, and in the hives he has a partisan cache.
  The policemen, of course, were pretty drunk from the alcohol, but they still went to the hives... One of them was the drunkest, and two went to the beekeeper.
  It was funny, of course... But why do these scumbags serve in the municipal police, they bought into such cheap stuff.
  They were bitten to the extreme, their faces were swollen, their noses were crooked. They even started to bump heads like a pair of rams. But Angelica was happy not only about this. The noise brought SS men on a motorcycle. Such impudent guys made of steel, albeit rusty.
  They were shot at close range, as the fascists did not pay attention to the girls, they simply laughed, pointing their fingers at the policemen who were rolling on the grass.
  And they captured one language... But they couldn't get it across to their own people. That's how it happened. The war goes on, but the awards go away.
  The Soviet tanks began to move, they advanced with a creak. And the infantry received the order - attack!
  The soldiers rose at once and rushed at the enemy. But again the machine guns and anti-aircraft guns started firing, mines exploded. The soldiers of the USSR did not stop, they ran, tanks crawled between them.
  The Germans used their 88-mm rapid-fire guns against the tanks. They fired, trying to stop the tanks from moving. They responded by punching holes in the bunkers. Heavy self-propelled guns followed the tanks, and attack aircraft and bombers were lacing up in the sky again. Metal and fire rained down on the enemy positions. Many thousands of tons of steel and flame. Which swept away everything and everyone.
  Alice whispered sarcastically to Angelica:
  - No, this is our chance! You see, the Germans won't be able to withstand such an onslaught for long. They have no counterarguments. They will perish once and for all.
  The red-haired warrior remarked slyly:
  - Resilience depends more on people than on metal. Do you think they put less pressure on us in Stalingrad?
  Alice giggled in response, baring her teeth:
  - But they didn't have monsters like our "Andryusha". What can even a titan do against "Andryusha"?
  Angelica looked sternly sideways, but replied cheerfully:
  - Even "Andryusha" is powerless against.... Or rather, if it is controlled by a weak-willed individual. So, don't spew more optimism than is required.
  This time, Alice's face didn't twist in fake severity:
  - And what kind of hints are these? Who is weak-willed?
  Angelica replied angrily:
  - Did I say that you? Although I note such a violent reaction?
  Alice didn't answer, as her task was to shoot and look for targets... The latter was much more difficult than the former.
  Alice remembered how she carried out her first task. Simple, to come to Minsk and pass a pie with a piece of paper with information baked in it in a basket. And how much fear she had to endure. And now such a dreary feeling in this cacophony of noise and shocks.
  Alice suddenly felt as if her finger was jammed, and she put down the rifle. She fell silent and began to pray.
  And the infantry was forced to lie down again, the fire was too merciless. It was already getting on towards evening, and the Katyushas and Andryushas were being brought closer to the front line. And other artillery as well. It was necessary to shoot at the German positions...
  Alice remembered how a fascist was chasing her at the mill, and she lured him into a trap, forcing him to step into a noose with her boot. So it was the fat bastard who got caught on her, and on the other side, how the bastard pulled the bag of cement that Alice had knocked down. That's how the war in a glass of kefir turned out.
  How did they manage to knock down a bag of cement, so heavy that the enemy would be pulled to the ceiling? Just run into a special hole in the attic. Fritz was guarding a mill, grain was ground here for the needs of the Hitlerite army. The task from the partisans was to set fire to this feeder. But here's the problem: the matches got damp, the girl partisan spent the night in a haystack and got caught in the rain. So she decided to steal the matches from the German guard. Such a funny story happened when he ran after her and yelled, and when he was hanging, it was even funnier.
  It was like he was swinging on a swing, and then, when Alice finally set the mill on fire... There was a squeal, that was...
  Now there is such a roar, or rather, such a hubbub, that you can't even hear screams. But Angelica doesn't lose her optimism:
  - Well, why are you so sour, golden-haired fairy? The enemy's capitulation is near, even if our teeth will still be chattering.
  The Germans suffer very heavy losses, but their bunkers are strong and repel most of the shells, and the bombs often fall short of their target. The fascists also have real towers with thick reinforced concrete walls that do not want to give in.
  Alice looks at the dying sun in the sunset, her eyes are watering, the girl says:
  - How many people go into the kingdom of shadows... It's scary to even think about it.
  Alice sighed heavily and almost burst into tears. When a person dies for real, and not in the matrix, it is terrible.
  
  . CHAPTER #5.
  Alice woke up. She got used to the cold a little, but she wanted to eat even more. Pashka, spinning and jingling his chains, whined:
  - I wish I had some meat pies or roast goose!
  Arkasha confirmed:
  - And I wouldn"t turn my nose up at synthetic food either!
  Alice noted angrily:
  - And how the pioneers starved in the SS basements and did not ask for mercy! No, we will not humiliate ourselves and will not kneel!
  Pashka agreed with this and stamped his bare foot on the concrete:
  - We will never get up!
  But despite the bravado, the guys were in a bad mood. They were hungry and thirsty, and it was dark. Not like being held captive by a space emperor, but perhaps worse. No soft beds, no violets on the ceiling. This is the Third Reich - a ruthless empire.
  Alice began to rub the alloy steel chain again. It was hard to break and very thick. Even an enraged mammoth couldn't break it. They were in trouble. And there was more torture ahead. She really wouldn't feel it when they started to fry her heels.
  Alice tried to rub more vigorously. She was very hungry, but with a little movement, her body warmed up and her hunger dulled. One can recall how Edmond Dantes shook the grate to at least give his muscles some strength.
  Alice also tried to rub more energetically. And she was getting somewhere. Meanwhile, Hitler was conducting a very aggressive dialogue on the eve of his aggression against the USSR.
  Goering confidently assured the frenzied Fuhrer:
  - Stalin has no jet aircraft. And we can count on total air superiority.
  Hitler spat and barked:
  - Yes, Stalin was too slow in modernizing his aviation fleet, and in Spain, our Messerschmitt demonstrated its superiority with the Il-16. But that was still the first model of the Me-109 "A", now we have overwhelming superiority in terms of aviation.
  Goering nodded:
  - The jet Ju-487 will soon be ready for launch, it is capable of carrying 23.5 tons, and only by giving the plane a more streamlined shape, the machine's speed has increased by three hundred and thirty kilometers! Great! Becoming the fastest winged bird among bombers in the world!
  Hitler responded by screaming hysterically:
  - Only three hundred and thirty! You're not working hard enough, boar!
  Goebbels entered the conversation:
  - New, more powerful engines will soon be ready, which means the combat qualities of the aircraft will increase even more.
  Hitler barked:
  - It's time to hurry, a new big war is coming. Our enemy, the Russian bear, is very strong, no matter what you all think.
  Goebbels slightly bowed his large head on his skinny neck:
  - Personally, I am frightened by the vast expanses of Russia and its harsh winters. There are many forests in this country, and the communists with their totalitarian ideology ruled for more than twenty years, poisoning the youth with propaganda.
  Hitler became furious:
  - And what do you want to say!
  Goebbels logically noted:
  - In the territories liberated from the Bolsheviks, guerrilla warfare is inevitable! The most difficult kind of war.
  Guerin snorted:
  - We paralyze the will of the Russians with bombing strikes.
  The cobra-like Himmler hissed:
  - Well, we have special Jagd-teams to fight the partisans. For every German killed, we will execute a hundred civilians. Then either all the Russians will be exterminated, or we will force them to submit.
  Goering muttered:
  - Russians have only one choice: either die standing or live on their knees!
  Himmler agreed and began to spout outright nonsense:
  - A Slav is essentially an animal, a transitional stage from a monkey to a human. And the attitude should be like that of a working animal. In case of disobedience to the slaughter, in case of submission - hard work, a whip, and meager food.
  Goebbels interrupted:
  - If we declare our goals so openly, it will unite the entire nation around the Bolsheviks. We must act more cunningly! In particular, we must promise independence to Ukraine. We must set the Slavs against the Slavs. In particular, we have a certain Bandera in mind. He will be able to set many Little Russians against the Great Russians.
  And most importantly, to provide strength for the war against the communist gangs.
  Hitler replied:
  - In war, lies are like poisonous gases, only not one respirator will save! Slander penetrates armor more accurately than a shell, and takes off heads more effectively than shrapnel! It is your task, Goebbels, to set one Soviet people against another! Let the muses load the cannons!
  Goebbels replied:
  - Everything will be done as you and my Fuhrer want. This is my personal innovation, the creation of special propaganda units in the army. Even the Red Army does not have such a powerful art of PR as we do! Although red propaganda is much more total and all-encompassing than in Western countries!
  Goering growled:
  - Is there much sense in empty chatter?
  Goebbels replied:
  - Don't say! And who disintegrated the Allied army? The English, French, Belgians, and Dutch had more soldiers, guns, and tanks than we did, and the resistance was largely minimal, precisely because of our information influence.
  Goering objected:
  - These are the swift strikes of our troops that have discouraged the enemy from making a move! And what propaganda!
  Goebbels replied:
  - One hundred and forty-seven divisions, eighty brigades, almost four million soldiers surrendered. And you think this happened without our influence! For half a year, two armies stood opposite each other and did not move, the guns did not fire, and we propagandists worked tirelessly.
  Goering:
  - You can't penetrate a tank's armor with your tongue!
  Hitler interrupted the squabble between his subordinates:
  - Of course, I acknowledge Goebbels' merits. His machine worked brilliantly! You can't pierce a tank's armor with your tongue, but you can neutralize the crew! The French didn't really try to fight. However, the reason was the blood spoiled by the Negroids. Now to business! Do we have enough strength, Goering, to crush the USSR? What does intelligence report, and Himmler?
  The bespectacled slug replied:
  - The USSR continues to form and deploy new divisions. In particular, tank divisions. According to updated data, the enemy has sixty-two such divisions. Rifle and cavalry divisions are also being formed. Stalin, it seems, is gathering a striking force.
  Hitler narrowed his eyes:
  - So we must forestall Stalin! We must strike a strong counter-blow ourselves! Shake the Soviets to their foundations. I have decided to attack the USSR in the spring, as soon as the roads dry out. My tanks will march victoriously across Russia! Isn't that so!
  Himmler sighed:
  - Unfortunately, my Fuhrer, the Russians have significantly more tanks than we do. According to rough estimates, their number exceeds two hundred and twenty thousand.
  Hitler whistled:
  - Wow! Why so many? After all, the Soviet system is backward!
  Himmler shook his head:
  - During the twelve years of industrialization, Russia has made a huge step, or rather a leap forward in the economy. Hundreds of factories, many houses and factories have been built. After the initial crisis, agriculture has grown and collective farms are providing us with more and more food. In particular, the Russians are increasing our supplies of bread and meat, as well as oil. Siberia is being actively developed in Russia, and new deposits are being discovered there. The USSR is becoming stronger every year, the number of the most modern factories is growing at an incredible rate. Even the Americans are shocked at the speed with which the Russians are building their industrial facilities. No, socialism is not worse than capitalism.
  Hitler nodded:
  - I also introduced elements of socialism into the capitalist system. Now the bourgeoisie can no longer absorb the bulk of surplus value as before! An oligarch receives only six percent of the profit for personal consumption - this is a kind of salary. Our workers have incredible privileges. They can travel around Europe almost for free. Unemployment is over once and for all! At the present moment, we lack oil and food. Ukraine will provide us with food, the Caucasus with oil. Millions of well-trained and educated Russians, Ukrainians, Belarusians will become our almost free slave labor. Our landless peasantry will get rich, every German will receive an estate. And there will be Russians...
  Himmler replied with a roar:
  - Destroyed!
  Hitler shook his finger:
  - We will initially exterminate only those Russians who will be disobedient to our will. A calculating master does not exterminate working cattle. Caring for conquered peoples, like for domestic animals. Do not beat without reason, but break any discontent by force. In particular, what are Rosenberg's considerations?
  Eastern lands specialist Rosenberg replied:
  - Of all the Slavs, it is the Belarusians who have the largest percentage of fair-haired and blue-eyed representatives of the ethnic group. They, as well as the Balts, have the largest admixture of German blood. I believe that the purest and most gifted Belarusians can be Germanized.
  Hitler shook his head:
  - Belarusians are an extremely cowardly people! They are weak, incapable of fighting. And a true German is, first of all, a warrior. Besides, there are too many Jews living in Belarus. - Here the Fuhrer began to spout racist nonsense. - This bitch tribe has spoiled both the blood and the moral image of Belarusians. No, we need to thoroughly check this people for the presence of Judas blood. All of whom, there is any doubt, must be liquidated. It is best not to waste bullets on these freaks, these bastard slime, but simply burn them, as the medieval Inquisition did.
  Himmler replied:
  - In Europe we didn't do that with the Jews. We just herded them into ghettos and sewed on six-pointed stars. But such a cruel reprisal against Jews and half-breeds will alienate many of our allies, who were conquered by us and turned into colonies of the USA and Britain. After all, the majority of Western oligarchs and magnates are Jews by origin. Is it worth setting the powers that be against us?
  Hitler roared, stamped his feet and kicked the blond shepherd. The dog with the queen's pedigree howled and jumped back yelping. The Fuhrer rushed at Himmler and began shaking him, spitting:
  - You dog! You pig, you puppy, and you stand up for this vile, Jewish scum that has covered the whole earth with feces!
  Himmler muttered, his head shaking:
  - No, my Fuhrer!
  Hitler kicked Goering in the butt:
  - Why are you silent, you pig!
  Goering croaked, choking:
  - The Jewish people are a nation of bandits!
  Hitler began to scream:
  - This is not enough!
  Goering continued:
  - Hellish mold!
  Hitler slapped Goering on the cheek:
  - I see you're a pig, you're not even capable of swearing properly! Well, okay, I'll take care of the Jews myself. And you, Himmler, tell me if you'll hurt the Jews!
  Himmler replied briefly:
  - An order is an order!
  Goebbels noted:
  - The fact that most of the Western oligarchs are Jews is skillfully used by our propaganda in order to kindle hatred among the poor against the rich. After all, we are fighting against world Zionism, and therefore for the happiness of all the poorest strata of society and the world.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - For happiness! That's well said! When the iron boot of the Third Reich steps on the throat of the whole world, that will be happiness. As we say, a liberation war, to throw off the yoke of the Bolsheviks and the rich from the people.
  Himmler noted:
  - Well, we have serious reasons to believe that Stalin himself is preparing a liberation campaign against us!
  Hitler perked up:
  - What reasons!
  Himmler replied:
  - Even the Red Army charter says that if the enemy forces war on us, we will become the most offensive army in the world.
  Goebbels corrected:
  - If they force a war, it's a propaganda ploy! It's much more logical to strike first, without waiting for the pile to fall on you. Besides, the words - the most offensive in the world - are a hint at world domination.
  Hitler narrowed his eyes:
  - I know! Even in the Russian constitution it is written: the USSR will expand until it includes the last republic on the planet. Why did I refuse to land in Britain? Because the Russians occupied Moldova, threatening to take away Romanian oil. If I had started the landing, they would have stabbed me in the back.
  Goebbels, squeaking in a thin voice, remarked:
  - We took a big risk by launching an offensive in France without providing adequate protection from the East. Ten divisions of new recruits are extremely weak protection against Stalin's tanks. In particular, our intelligence obtained a document that back in 1939, Stalin promised to deploy up to ten thousand tanks, six thousand aircraft, one hundred and twenty infantry divisions alone and more than four million soldiers. Our weak forces would not have been able to withstand such power. If the blow had been struck in May-June 1940, it would have been fatal!
  Hitler shuddered:
  - I was afraid of it myself! But the heroic resistance of the Finns knocked Stalin's arrogance down a notch. The Soviet army showed its weakness! What is Finland? All three and a half million people, an army that doesn't have a single tank, all five hundred light guns, and a hundred plywood airplanes. And they fought the Red Bear, which has more soldiers than the entire population of Finland. And they didn't give in, Stalin failed to swallow Finland.
  Himmler chuckled:
  - Aryan blood!
  Goebbels noted:
  - But the Russians broke through the Mannerheim Line, and with a frontal attack. The losses were huge, but I heard from the Finns about the use of a new powerful tank, the KV-12, with a 252-millimeter howitzer and the IS-3 with a 130-millimeter gun and a long barrel.
  Himmler nodded:
  - The Russians have such a tank! And their numbers are growing. We don't know their exact number, but there are already at least several hundred. And production is growing. New workshops for tank production are being built in Kharkov and Leningrad. There is information that construction of a new facility has begun beyond the Urals. True, production of the BT-8 and BT-9 wheeled and tracked tanks has been curtailed, and the T-34-85 tank model has appeared instead. They say that Marshal Kulik got this model.
  Hitler perked up:
  - We got the drawings!
  Himmler replied:
  - No, just a photo. It's not very impressive. It looks like the French S -35, also with slanted armor, only the silhouette is a little lower. True, the driving characteristics are much better, the engine is 500 horsepower, diesel.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - The Zizis didn't help the French!
  Himmler replied:
  - That's another way of saying it, our guns were powerless against their armor. 56-millimeter frontal armor is no joke. Besides, if the S -35 has a gun of only 47 millimeters, then the T-34 76 миллиметровhas a very decent one. In particular, the Soviet shell is three times heavier than our T-3, with a rearmed 50-millimeter gun.
  Hitler jumped up to a huge crystal vase, grabbed a pink flower and began to nervously knead it in his hands. He pricked himself on a thorn and howled:
  - What faggots! Why didn't you cut off the thorns?
  Two slender, beautiful blonde girls in blue dresses appeared. They began vigorously cutting off the thorns with tiny scissors. Hitler stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucked out some blood and suddenly jumped up, hitting the girl on her firm, round bottom. She squealed, the Fuhrer clicked his tongue in Gypsy fashion:
  - But the horse!
  Himmler continued:
  - The T-34 tank is capable of penetrating the 50-millimeter armor of the T-3 with a 76-millimeter gun and an initial projectile velocity of 630 kilometers, at a distance of more than a kilometer.
  The Fuhrer, grabbing the girl by the hair and yanking her like a mare, croaked in the voice of a rusty trumpet:
  - I've already read this report! But the T-34's optics are so weak that this tank is not capable of firing from a distance exceeding 500 kilo... ugh, meters. At least, with no chance of hitting!
  Himmler readily agreed:
  - Yes, the Soviets' optics are noticeably lagging behind! But intelligence has reported that a new optics manufacturing plant is being built near Kiev using the most modern technologies. So in two or three years the Russians will eliminate the lag.
  Hitler, twirling the blonde beauty's hair around his hand, trying to hurt her, whined:
  - All the more reason to strike the USSR first! A few more years and the Soviets will become so strong that we won't have the slightest chance.
  Himmler confirmed:
  - Besides, there are persistent, ever-growing rumors that Stalin wants to attack us first. In any case, troops are being pulled up to the border, new divisions are being formed. It is possible that the Russians will strike this year.
  Goebbels objected:
  - They have many divisions, but none of them have the full staff strength of nineteen thousand people. New aviation has only just begun to arrive in the western districts, Soviet pilots have not even mastered it. And what about pilots, the training and education of flight personnel is not complete, many planes are without pilots. There are also not enough trained tank crews, no, this year the Soviets are not ready to open the front.
  Hitler pushed the beautiful girl's face into a lush, rose bush. She did not dare to resist, because she was commanded by the living God himself - the Fuhrer. Thorns pierced her gentle face, piercing her smooth skin. The girl wanted to scream, but death was read in Hitler's icy gaze, she seemed paralyzed, a few drops of blood fell on the damp earth of the vase.
  The Fuhrer liked her obedience, and, having spanked her on the bottom once more, Hitler let the unfortunate servant go:
  - Go away, bitch! - Then, nervously, shaking his head several times, he said: - To stun is to win! A commander who warns of his blow is either an idiot or a saint, which is essentially the same thing! Holiness is the surest sign of degradation, with the attractiveness of the brightly colored fly agaric!
  Goebbels applauded:
  - What wise words!
  Himmler replied:
  - Considering the huge natural resources of the USSR, the vast expanses and the effectiveness of the Soviet system, it makes no sense for us to delay the attack. And what alternative paths of expansion are there...
  Goering replied:
  - Well, Africa, for example! I propose sending several select divisions to the south to save Italy from defeat. There is a lot of oil in Libya and Egypt, and even more in Equatorial Africa. The British dominion of South Africa, and our Namibia, are full of diamonds and gold. Millions of fertile black slaves. Here they are, our colonies, warm seas.
  Hitler cursed, poking Goering in the stomach with his fist:
  - You're just afraid of Russian bayonets.
  Goering replied:
  - I'm afraid of the Russian winter! Our tanks, fueled by coal, will simply freeze. Hydrolyzed coal, at a temperature of minus nine degrees, decomposes into non-combustible fractions. And in aviation, there is not enough lubrication. We are not strong enough to take Moscow with infantry alone.
  Goebbels noted:
  - And the grease in submachine guns and rifles also freezes in severe frosts. Only individual SS units that fought in Norway had frost-resistant special grease.
  Hitler waved it off:
  - It's nothing, I have a contract with the cold!
  Goering's eyes widened:
  - How is that?
  Instead of Hitler, Himmler answered:
  - A group of sorcerers and magicians developed a special extrasensory weapon. It brings us to astral contact with higher spiritual forces and allows us to contact the ruler of existence. He promised us a warm and dry winter.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - Last time, the magicians affected the fighting ability of the English and French in such a way that they died, having lost their fighting spirit. The same thing will happen now.
  Goebbels noted:
  - To count on magic in the atomic age!
  Hitler kicked the vase (he didn"t want to hit Goebbels, he was too small and fragile a man, he could be seriously injured). The porcelain made according to special recipes withstood the blow, and the Fuhrer grabbed his leg and screamed:
  - Ouch, that hurts!
  Goebbels rushed to the Fuhrer and began to rub his leg:
  - Oh, our great ruler! I did not expect this.
  Hitler suddenly laughed nervously:
  - Yes, I played a trick on you, dumbasses! Now let's take things in order. Laboratory studies have established the fact of telepathy. Isn't that so!
  Goebbels nodded:
  - Yes, my Fuhrer!
  Hitler rubbed his hands:
  - I am a hypnotist myself! So that's what it says! There are certain higher astral and mental powers. Magic is indeed a reality. As is the transmission of thoughts over a distance.
  Goebbels replied:
  - I had such a case. The house was about to collapse, I felt a mental order and quickly left it. It seemed like a voice was saying: go away, it's dangerous! And three minutes later this happened.
  Hitler confirmed:
  - The same thing happened to me during the First World War. I was ordered to leave the trench before a bomb exploded in it.
  Goering confirmed:
  - And higher powers protected me. Sometimes you'd be sitting at the controls of an airplane, and then suddenly you'd get the command to turn right. What a feeling! You leave, the enemy airplane is shot down, and you're alive! I went through the entire war without a scratch, and shot down fifty-eight airplanes. One of Germany's best aces - me!
  Hitler replied:
  - I know your merits, Herman. Do you believe in fortune tellers?
  - One of them predicted that my life would be in serious danger, but I would be able to escape the noose!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - You won't escape me! If I want to hang you, I'll hang you without any delays or appeals.
  Goering made an awkward attempt to bow: his stomach was in the way. He even groaned from the strain:
  - Oh Fuhrer!
  Hitler hiccupped:
  - In short, the Barbarossa plan has already been signed. I ordered only nine copies to be made and kept secret. The blow of our army must be like lightning, they will know about it only when it strikes! If there are any more objections or considerations.
  Goebbels said timidly:
  - We need to ask the Pope to anathematize the Bolsheviks. I think Mussolini will have a similar effect.
  Hitler snorted:
  - Benedito is too weak! He still tolerates a feeble-minded monarch, although it is high time to establish a republic with the Duce.
  Goering replied:
  - I have long advised to arrange an accident for the king.
  Hitler snorted:
  - Mussolini did not listen to my advice, not declaring war to attack Malta. Because of this, the English are now tormenting Italy. Stupid macaroni with their limited leader. Sheep led by sheep. Having a numerical advantage, the Italians suffer defeat after defeat, and yet they still call themselves the descendants of Ancient Rome.
  Himmler barked:
  - Corrupted blood!
  The Fuhrer roared:
  - More precisely!
  Executioner number one whined:
  - The Romans used to be fair-haired and blue-eyed, until they mixed with the Moors. The blacks ruined the genetics!
  Hitler clenched his fist:
  - That's it! Pathetic creatures!
  Goering proposed:
  - Maybe we should order the Scorels to kill the king and replace the Duce with a younger and more energetic politician.
  Hitler narrowed his eyes:
  - I doubt that this is a good idea! It is difficult to find a wolf among sheep. The Germans are a nation of leaders and heroes. We are quite capable of building and burying everyone. We will split the iron-concrete backsides. But in general, as for Mussolini, we will still talk about Russia. I did not involve him in my plans.
  Goering asked:
  - Why?
  Hitler chuckled:
  - This bastard idiot will try to dissuade me from striking at Russia. He is always a coward like Mussolini. As if I don't know how he bargained with Britain and France, promising to open a second front against Germany.
  Himmler smiled:
  - We even have correspondence! Our agents stole the originals, replacing them with copies. Don't worry, my Fuhrer, Mussolini is surrounded by our agents, like a wolf with flags.
  Hitler calmed down:
  - Italy has a population of forty-eight million, not counting the colonies. Its troops will be very useful to us. However, France together with the colonies had a population of over two hundred million, more than the USSR, and fell apart like a house of cards. By the way, how many people live in the red empire?
  Himmler replied:
  - Formally 194 million, but according to some data, the census results were overstated by six or three million!
  Hitler frowned:
  - The Russians have the advantage in numbers, and Britain is pressing us from behind. Together with the colonies and dominions, it has eight hundred million people. It's just some kind of monster.
  Himmler replied:
  - Large colonies are both strength and weakness! Many Arabs and Indians are ready to support our troops.
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - In general, I have always treated Islam with much more respect than Christianity. The teaching if you are hit on the right cheek, turn the left one: idiocy. It turns people into slaves. Only stupid Slavs can be Christians. And faith in Allah is useful for wars.
  Goebbels agreed:
  - There are many good things in Islam! For example, polygamy!
  Hitler laughed:
  - I will definitely introduce polygamy!
  - My wife is not against it! We Germans must populate the entire globe. And women can be recruited from conquered peoples.
  Rosenberg confirmed:
  - There are so many beautiful, fair-haired, slender women in the East.
  Hitler remarked:
  - Not full-fledged!
  Rosenberg objected:
  - Physically, Slavic women are very strong. They are capable of giving birth to many strong, healthy children. I think that the most beautiful and intelligent of them can be given as junior wives to SS men and to distinguished Wehrmacht soldiers, so that they give birth to children and work on the farm.
  Hitler shook his head, it was not clear what he wanted to say, yes or no. Then a dull voice sounded:
  - We can try! Only the photos of these women in the new passports must be naked.
  Goebbels chuckled:
  - Very reasonable indeed! We will select women without physical defects! A pair of each creature!
  Hitler replied:
  - The most outstanding ones can have three or four! For example, in addition to the iron cross with diamonds, give out a naked busty Slavic woman with a lush chest and wide hips.
  Goebbels suggested:
  - What? It will be great! I also love tall Slavic girls.
  Goering croaked:
  - That's because you're short yourself!
  Goebbels was offended:
  - Napoleon and Nelson were also short in stature. After all, as they say: from head to toe a brute, from head to toe a brute!
  Goering snorted:
  - That's why you don't miss a single skirt. A small giant of big sex - a cool Goebbels!
  - It's not that you're a boar!
  Hitler interrupted the "bazaar":
  - The future war with Russia will absorb all our forces and resources. So for the attack I intend to concentrate about one hundred and fifty divisions. In addition, our allies should allocate significant amounts! But here's the problem, it's their talkativeness!
  Himmler replied:
  - The SS will shorten the tongues! We caught almost five hundred spies last month alone!
  Hitler asked:
  - Did everyone confess?
  - Most! We are experts in matters of torture.
  - We need to bring the figure up to a thousand. - Hitler bit off a couple of rose petals and chewed. - Arrest them with their families. Torture children in front of their parents, torture parents in front of their children. Forget about pity, we have a great goal - world domination and everyone who interferes with this must be destroyed! For the glory of great Germany!
  Himmler replied:
  - Many of our investigators are embarrassed to use cruel measures against women and children!
  Hitler stamped his feet, spitting:
  - Weaklings to a concentration camp! To a penal prison. Those who serve in the SS should know: the kind one is a traitor, the soft one is a traitor. Every German should become a steel machine of destruction. Ideally: the country should be one continuous barracks and prison.
  The surroundings cried out in unison:
  - Heil Hitler!
  Marshal Goering sang:
  - To slap guns instead of butter - this is a saying, not a fairy tale! Here comes a tank crawling - don't "fart"! The fairy tale is yet to come!
  Everyone burst out laughing:
  - Well done, Goering, well done, ace! A boot to the eye!
  Hitler snorted:
  - Come on, Herman, dance!
  Goering was performing a hippopotamus dance. He got so carried away that he tried to climb onto the table. But he failed and went flying off with a crash, dragging along a paperweight, a statue of Napoleon, a bust of Hitler and a pile of folders. The bust of the Fuhrer shattered from the impact on the boar's head. A wild squeal was heard and blood flowed. Hitler commanded:
  - Help him!
  Several girls in blue uniforms flew in, they grabbed Goering and began to bandage his head.
  Goebbels snorted:
  - The head can't hurt! It's a bone!
  Himmler muttered:
  - Oh, it"s not an easy job, dragging a hippopotamus out of a swamp!
  Goering was carried away, and Hitler, looking at everyone from under his brows, barked:
  - Get out, cretins, I'm sick of you!
  The entourage ran out of the Fuhrer's spacious office. Hitler got down on all fours and barked after them:
  - Woof! Woof! Woof! Crow! I'll hit you with a mop!
  He walked on all fours, scratching his ear with his foot. Left alone, Hitler climbed onto the table and began to think, and began to talk to himself:
  - I am surrounded by scoundrels and cretins! They are all cowards! Low, vile cowards, every single one of them, and treacherous sycophants. Oh, God, what cretins I am surrounded by! To conquer all of Europe, to raise my nation from its knees, and in the end to be left completely alone.
  But to be honest, Hitler is a great ruler. In just eight years of rule, the country, destroyed and crippled by the crisis, was not simply restored, but raised to an unprecedented height. Industry has grown more than threefold, and taking into account the conquered, five and a half times compared to 1932. The Russians lost far more soldiers in one Finnish war than he, Hitler, did in capturing all of Europe. Such a triumph, the speed of conquest, that Napoleon, Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great would envy. And then Africa, part of Asia, Australia, and even America fell. His name thunders throughout the world. And there is only one person before whom he - Adolf feels awe! Stalin - the son of the Russian nobleman Przhevalsky and a simple Georgian peasant woman! Not a Jew, but very capable, in cunning and treachery, to give odds to any Jew. Stalin is certainly a fool to let Hitler conquer Britain and Africa, he will stab the Third Reich in the back. In any case, He - Hitler would have acted there in his place! Alas, Goering was not born a leader, and does not understand elementary things. He - the Fuhrer - appointed Goering his successor because, due to the pig's narrow-mindedness, he is completely safe as a conspirator. There is always a danger that the successor you have announced will want to speed up the process and kill you. Here is Hitler, only a few years older than Goering. Unlike the pig, he does not smoke, does not drink, does not overeat, watches his weight. But fat people live less. It is unlikely that Goering will be able, unless force majeure happens, to outlive the Fuhrer. So he is a successor, just for a head start. Goebbels is another type. He is simply an ace in propaganda, his services to the party are enormous. Quite cultured, educated, brave, but weak! Can the Fuhrer of a great nation be almost a dwarf and a cripple? True, Hitler himself is 166 смonly slightly below average and by no means a strong man. When he studied in village schools, he was a daredevil and a ringleader. But in high school, he was beaten and humiliated by stronger students. And for a boy who was initially imbued with the awareness of his exceptionalism, this was very painful. He had not been evil since childhood, even now he sometimes gets scared of the flow of blood and his atrocities. Now, in front of his entourage, he behaved like the last fool. How the injection of anphytamines affected him. And also the desire to hide his own helplessness and vulnerability with ostentatious swagger. Yes, he understood that he was behaving badly, but the devil in his head was squeaking. Be a tyrant, crush and destroy everyone! Be a cruel despot! You are the Fuhrer, you are God, you must mock everyone. What if we create a new religion and our own Trinity, the head of which could be he, the Fuhrer. How can I say, science is developing. And maybe the scientists of the Third Reich and other conquered countries will be able to make at least him immortal. In any case, the magicians promised to find a potion that restores youth.
  . CHAPTER #6.
  Completely exhausted from grinding the chains, hungry and tired Alisa dozed off again. She really wanted to drink first of all. Hunger retreated. Pashka and Arkashka were also suffering, but they held on. While Hitler and his gang had no time for children. And being in shackles and in a cold, dark basement, without food and water is also torture. But at least in a dream you can see something heroic.
  And find little consolation in this;
  At night, Soviet tanks and infantry rushed to storm the Seelow Heights again. At night, the explosions of mines and shells look especially bright and scary. Numerous, thousands of wounded groan and scream. The Seelows themselves seem in the sky, illuminated by flashes of anti-aircraft shells and numerous tracer, incendiary machine-gun streams, something like the gates of a cosmic underworld in which the forces of universal evil are concentrated, unimaginably powerful.
  A lot of blood has been spilled, a lot, and the girls' bare feet keep sticking to the coagulating crimson liquid. It's creepy and disgusting.
  Angelica put her palm to her forehead and said:
  - This is what it is like, a reverse paradise!
  Alisa Selezneva sighed, as if she was turning the Eiffel Tower's rotating mechanism with difficulty:
  - Paradise is the opposite, but hell, unfortunately, is always real. And it follows us around!
  Instead of answering, Angelica fired at a barely discernible, blurry figure crawling out of the broken wall of the bunker in the light of the fire. However, the Soviet infantry was still met with accurate and dense fire. The tanks went for a breakthrough, trying to climb up the slope.
  The not entirely successful design of the IS-2 tanks played a role here. The heavy load on the front rollers led to wheel slippage when trying to move uphill. This forced the vehicles to move in a spiral, sideways, and some heavy tanks simply stalled. The T-34-85s, in turn, climbed up. From which the smoke mixed with dust, forcing the soldiers to cough heart-rendingly. Many of them fell from bullets, shrapnel, and fainted from the unbearable soot... However, the latter had an overwhelming effect on the German defenders.
  The girls also did not stand still, but made short dashes, climbing up. Their bare feet flashed with round heels. They also inhaled the soot, and the terrible smells of decomposing corpses, burnt cars and the most disgusting synthetic fuel.
  An unpleasant surprise awaited the Soviet T-34s at the top... Radio-controlled dwarf vehicles called "Chess Knight". They rammed Soviet tanks, blowing them up along with themselves.
  The T-34-85 has a disadvantage along with its advantages - weak armor on the frontal armor of the tank hull. And the shells detonated, it was just awful.
  Alice and Angelica began to move their bare tanned feet much faster. They needed to get into position to neutralize the kamikaze horses.
  Alisa Selezneva ordered:
  - Hit these monsters on the antenna...
  Angelica exclaimed in confusion:
  - But that's not real... They have a speed of almost a hundred kilometers per hour, and are small in size, and in such smoke you can't see anything.
  Alisa Selezneva sang in response:
  - In the pitch black smoke you can't see paradise, and the body has gotten used to the hell! But you, dzhigit, have to decide: under the bed or fight for the cause!
  Angelica got angry:
  - Another horseman! You only have men on your mind...
  But anger added to the warrior's accuracy... However, the snipers were a little late, most of the "Chess Knights" had already managed to make a "fork" by gobbling up Soviet tanks with crews, or blowing them up, which is essentially the same thing.
  However, the girls managed to save some cars. They are Russian warriors! And cool Russian women!
  Here, for example, at night, when everything is in thick smoke, and blood is spreading, when there is no other place except in the underworld, the girls were joking and shooting. Moreover, Alisa Selezneva managed to shoot three radio-guided gunners of these deadly new machines.
  Angelica put it wittily:
  - There is no machine that was not built by people, and there is no machine that was not detuned by them!
  Selezneva, who was a Komsomol member in her dream, bravely noted:
  - It is possible to create technology more powerful than people, but to reproduce it more perfectly than a person is beyond the power of even the Lord God!
  Alice, fighting, shone with wit, as well as a very strong voice drowning out the cannonade, from artillery explosions and simply monstrous tremors of the atmosphere and soil. However, this girl could be scared, but could not chicken out? What's the difference? Well, that's it! A coward does not play hockey! And fights on the front lines. After all, a sniper usually shoots from a distance from a safe shelter for himself.
  The girls decided to change their location and help their infantry, which was already approaching the summit. Here, during the run, Alisa was wounded in the calf by a piece of shrapnel. And a piece of red-hot metal got stuck in a strong girlish muscle. Alisa Selezneva fell and was forced to put her rifle aside and pull this rusty, crooked iron out of herself. Which, of course, was not the most pleasant task.
  And Angelica almost lost an eye... That's how a seemingly harmless ricochet of a bullet from a large-caliber machine gun could have turned out to be fatal for her. And there's nothing you can do to fix it...
  Angelique howled:
  - Oh, my little eyes, this is not from a fairy tale at all!
  Heavy losses among tanks and increased mortar shelling from the enemy forced the infantrymen to take cover again.
  Alisa Seleznev finally squeezed the splinter out of her muscular calf and let out a groan:
  - What a freak of unfinished cast iron! You almost crippled me! And now what...
  The girl threw herself to the side and stumbled onto a pile of several corpses. Oh God, how many soldiers had fallen here. It was obvious that they had fired from MH-44 machine guns. These machine guns with intermediate cartridges and a high aiming range for this type of weapon are very lethal bastards. Perhaps the best machine gun of the Second World War, which fortunately appeared quite late, when the defeat of the Wehrmacht had already become obvious.
  And the corpses, the broken and mutilated flesh, from which her marvelous little legs slide... It is difficult to take a step without stepping on the dead...
  And already the persistent crows are croaking, not afraid of shots or shrapnel, ready to feast on carrion.
  And not just ready, but they sit down and without any embarrassment eat the still warm remains of people.
  Alisa Selezneva cannot stand such sacrilege and, although wasting bullets on such abomination is certainly excessive, especially when there is a battle, but... Emotions overwhelm the girl and she shoots, shooting down several crows with one bullet.
  At this point, Alice shouts:
  - Bastards! Vultures, scavengers, what are you doing!
  Angelica joins her. Let's start beating the crows... And here the already heavily used supply of ammunition came to an end... Alisa Selezneva cursed:
  - No! Well, I'm a real fool! I was just cleaning the vultures' feathers.
  The red-haired warrior scratched her bare foot behind her ear and replied:
  - Yes, we know how to clean, but not the ranks of the fascists...
  Alice was seriously offended:
  - Yeah! I've already shot or blown up almost a whole regiment of Fritzes... Let's get the MH-44 as trophies. It's a good thing, and in close combat it's better than an automatic rifle!
  Angelica, examining the nearest surface, said in rhyme:
  Good must be with a machine gun;
  Strike like furious steel!
  So that the blood flows like a waterfall -
  Destroy hell - kill the evil!
  Alisa Selezneva nodded her golden head:
  - That's how it is right... Kill and cry!
  The girls crawled into the crater of a broken bunker. It was stuffy there and the wounded Germans were moaning... What horror it was, to rummage around in the darkness and poke with your hands and feet broken, squelching bones, scraps of skin, a mess of blood, released intestines, and broken marble tiles, concrete chips...
  Alice, of course, knew German well, as did the experienced Angelica. One of the soldiers was delirious, and the other muttered quite coherently and clearly:
  - Angels of the eternal star hell; it seems they will destroy everything in the universe - you need to fly into the sky like a fast gyrfalcon - to save your soul from destruction!
  Alisa Selezneva asked in good German:
  - Tell me, soldier, where is the cell with the machine guns?
  The warrior stirred and asked in surprise:
  - Are you a night fairy? Blue...
  Alice, in a doll-girl tone, answered playfully:
  - No, unlike Malvina, my hair is not blue, but how can I say... Snowball in the sunlight...
  The German said incredulously:
  - Then I would see them even in the dark...
  - For the Russians to shoot me or rape me. No way, a true Aryan should be able to stand up for herself! - Alice snapped back fiercely.
  The German rose almost to his full height and then hit his head on the top of the concrete ceiling. He roared whiningly:
  - Why does it hurt so much? Stroke me...
  Judging by the voice and smell (Alisa Selezneva in her dream, like a true saboteur, learned to distinguish smells, almost at the level of a bloodhound), it was a very young youth. How could you not pity someone like that... Alisa pitied everyone, even if during the battle she forgot that her victims were also people, then in her free time she shed bitter tears and ran to the nearest church to light a candle there.
  The girl put her hand on his head and then pulled him towards her, kissing him on the lips:
  - My dear... Believe me, this war will end soon, and we will live so well...
  The young man objected quite reasonably:
  - How can it end soon if the enemy is at the gates of Berlin? This slaughter will last at least another five years until we take Moscow and London!
  Alisa Selezneva was already dumbfounded:
  - And do you believe that it is possible to win in such an unprecedentedly difficult situation?
  The young man did not give up and found arguments literally on the fly:
  - But the Russians believed in their victory when we were only twenty kilometers from Moscow and, to their credit, managed to turn the tide of the war back. So why can't we, heroically fighting on the outskirts of Berlin, believe in our unconditional final victory?
  Alice, kissing the guy on his scratched forehead, replied:
  - And because.... When we stood at the gates of Moscow, the Russians still had many thousands of kilometers of territory behind them - Nizhny Novgorod, Kazan, Sverdlovsk. And then Siberia all the way to the Pacific Ocean...
  The young man interrupted:
  - So what!
  - Of course! The Russians still had somewhere to retreat, and in our situation, the allied forces are already approaching the Elbe. - Alice forced her voice to portray regret and the tone of torment from such events. - It's terrible, but we have no land beyond Berlin. There is nowhere to retreat!
  The girl kissed the guy again and felt how the young man's hands began to very timidly stroke her bust. But then suddenly a flashlight beam struck, cutting through the darkness of the broken pillbox, and Angelica's angry voice interrupted the idyll:
  - This is what you do... Actually, male conquerors forcing themselves to be loved by the conquered women is somehow typical for war. But for a woman to rape a man...
  Alisa Selezneva growled at her partner:
  - You're just a vulgar "boor"! I just wanted to console a guy who is truly unhappy. Imagine yourself in his place, how would you feel?
  Angelica growled:
  - I don't have the slightest desire. Besides, when my mother was burned alive, just because she sheltered a wounded soldier, I was no less unhappy than these monsters are now. You understand this retribution! And you have, let's say, the thinking of a medieval nun.
  Alice felt ashamed and pushed away the completely stunned German guy. After which, much more calmly, she asked:
  - Did you get the machine guns?
  - Are you blind, can't you see, there are four of them and a bag of magazines for them! - Angelica growled. - So it's time to board!
  Alice asked the young man:
  - Will you fight with us against the Germans?
  The young man shook his head:
  - No! You can kill me...
  - With pleasure! - Angelica shot the guy in the heart with a pistol without warning. The bullet hit the mark and a fountain of scarlet blood splashed out of his chest...
  Alisa Selezneva growled like a tiger and rushed at her partner. A serious female fight began. Although Angelica had great abilities in hand-to-hand combat, her white-maned opponent was much more frenzied. Alisa's fists hit the red-haired warrior right in the face. She responded with her knees, and blood poured from her nose. Both girls even used their teeth and butted...
  Initially, the initiative in the intense fight belonged to the enraged Alice. But then Angelica got on the horse... Both girls beat each other up thoroughly. Finally, fatigue and pain forced them to come to their senses a little and they sat down face to face, looking into each other's eyes... Alisa Selezneva was the first to repent:
  - How completely wild she has become in this war... Of course, I feel sorry for the guy, but that is no reason to kill your partner.
  Angelica agreed:
  - Of course, it's not a reason... I myself turned out to be a fool and a pig when I shot an unarmed man. But in any case, we are not yet strong enough to resurrect the dead!
  Alice shook the braid she had braided her hair into before the fight, so that it would not give her away with its shine in the darkness. The girl said harshly:
  - Well then? Let's go fight the enemies!
  Now the girls were in full entourage... A sniper rifle in the back, and a machine gun in each hand. And they were walking, or rather running into battle...
  The night battle for the first ridge dragged on, and what's more, the Nazis even launched a counterattack unexpectedly. Powerful tanks and self-propelled guns went on the offensive. The modernized Ferdinand, that is, with a more powerful 800-horsepower engine, the Jagdtiger and the King Tiger, there were only six heavy vehicles, two each, but the Panthers were pushing.
  Since the Soviet tanks fell behind, the infantry was hit by shrapnel shells and machine gun fire...
  "Panthers" and "Tigers" are very dangerous machines, they fire very quickly with their semi-automatic guns, and have a combined set of ammunition. But Angelica got serious weapons: a captured Faustpatrone. She also managed to hide it in the chamber.
  The girl began to choose a target for herself... Alice willingly prompted her:
  - Give me the "Royal Tiger", it's the most expensive and you'll get an order for it.
  Angelica waved it off:
  - Oh, no! The biggest machine is the Jagdtiger, and you see it here modernized with a 1060 horsepower engine. With this engine, weighing 75 tons, the steel monster managed to climb the mountain. Which means they'll give it an order!
  Alisa Selezneva sighed heavily:
  - Where will you penetrate it? After all, it has armor everywhere, unless you shoot through the track?
  Angelica nodded slyly:
  - And I know one trick for this machine...
  Alice was distrustful:
  - Really? What a trick, this car has armor no less than 100 millimeters.
  Instead of answering, Angelica crawled towards the slowly approaching enemy tanks. The girl moved like a snake...
  Several Soviet T-34s opened fire on the enemy. But shooting at the Jagdtiger's forehead is a futile exercise. After all, 250 millimeters is no joke! But he himself can fire back like that...
  He had already fired at a Soviet vehicle, but missed while it was moving, even though the projectile weighed thirty kilograms, and was also armor-piercing, that was already...
  Angelica also shoots, she decided that the distance was quite enough. There is a deafening explosion and the giant car is simply blown to pieces. The girl whistles:
  - What beauty! This order is like from a bush!
  Afterwards, the warrior crawled back... And the stormtroopers were buzzing in the sky again.
  However, the Germans had a response too. Here are the famous He-162 "Salamanders". They are very nimble, and simply terribly dangerous. And the 30-mm aircraft cannons fire with a lethal force dangerous even for Il-2s...
  Now it's an air battle, and Alice is trying to shoot down the Salamander with shots from the ground. And since the plane is almost entirely made of wood, this is entirely possible.
  The light vehicle has armor only at the front. And the MH-44, every fifth bullet has a phosphorus head to improve aiming, especially in the dark. And such a special head can very well set gasoline on fire.
  Angelica also figures this out and opens fire on the jet Salamanders. Although, of course, only an outstanding ace can hit such a high-speed machine from the ground.
  Alisa Selezneva encouraged her partner:
  - If you shoot without aiming, then you'll definitely hit. But if you think and squeeze, then you'll definitely miss.
  Angelica opened fire on the Salamanders, and while shooting she rolled, rested her bare, girlish heels on the ground and muttered:
  - I missed the first time, the second time I barely missed... And the third time I hit so hard that the guard started singing!
  Alisa Selezneva shot down the Salamander, the light German fighter flew down, leaving behind a tail like a bride's train. True, it was a dirty train, and the girl sang along with her partner:
  - The music is playing, the drums are beating, the bitch-turncoat is being taken to the cemetery...
  And another He-162 was shot down by Alice, and Angelica began to get some things right... The losses of the Soviet Il-2s were great. The enemy was too fast and maneuverable, the aces of the USSR could not keep up with them.
  However, with the appearance of the Yaks, things got better, but by this time, a significant part of the Il-2s had been shot down and the Soviet infantry, suffering heavy losses, stopped... Many were burning and cracking from the heat of the destroyed tanks, and there were fragments of the torn-up fascist monsters lying around.
  Alice cut off the sixth Salamander and noted:
  - And they are also tenacious beasts, not so easy to shoot down, despite the fact that they are wooden like Pinocchio!
  - The wood, when pressed, partly ricochets! - Angelica suggested. - That's part of our problem...
  Alisa Selezneva sang with a sigh:
  - Happiness is just a respite, a bright flash in the darkness of problems!
  Angelica then asked her friend:
  - Compose something on the fly and sing it. The mood is very minor, and a great many of our guys died!
  Alisa Selezneva, who felt the most terrible fatigue, after all, she had been fighting for more than a day (and even in sleep you feel a lack of strength and sleep, and hunger!), even when it began to get light, began to sing:
  Alas, I know poverty to the point of tears;
  How the village house has become crooked!
  Even the straw on the roof has rotted,
  A severe snowdrift under the window!
  
  It was a time of terrible disasters,
  Great efforts of Russian forces!
  My dashing childhood during the harvest,
  When the cold freezes the blue sky!
  
  Running barefoot in the cold;
  It burns to the bone!
  Where can I find the rose of happiness?
  How to throw off the cascade of chains of poverty?!
  
  I don't know happiness and peace;
  Hard work sounds so familiar to me!
  I'll cover the window with sackcloth,
  And a porch with an axe!
  
  If only we could survive the winter,
  So that your family doesn't catch a cold!
  In spring, cherries will bloom in rubies,
  And pick blueberries!
  
  And now the girls' legs,
  They burn so much from the hellish cold!
  How hard it is to be always barefoot,
  Place logs in a row on the snow!
  But here comes the beauty of spring,
  Snow flows like white velvet!
  And I hear a ringing voice,
  This is how streams sing!
  
  Here is a garden of sapphire color in specks;
  And summer pours a stream to the whip!
  Ah, the scent of linden in honey paws -
  Delight in bird droppings!
  
  We are putting up a wooden fence,
  A young man came to the rescue!
  And the feelings became strange,
  And it was as if the juice of the soul began to flow!
  
  Here comes the rain, a loud downpour;
  Hides the girl's pearly tear!
  I will build a brick house -
  I'll take you, my dear, out of the depths!
  
  I was a cabin boy, know that I have seen countries;
  Wasteland sand, gifts from the Turkmen!
  Palaces, mosques of Samarkand,
  Some people are so kind!
  
  I know the countries of Europe too -
  It's been quite a journey at sea!
  But the edges of the grove are closer to the heart,
  I want to turn the bird towards him!
  
  He kisses me, caresses me;
  My head is already spinning!
  He promises a place in heaven,
  And he himself is as handsome as Satan!
  
  We had a more modest wedding;
  Now I live in the city!
  Words of love are not nonsense -
  The increase has definitely been a good thing!
  
  But when drowsiness sets in,
  Where are the dreams in the blue sky...
  I dream of soft straw,
  My old country house!
  . CHAPTER #7.
  Finally, a light came on in the cell where the children were sitting. It blinded the young prisoners. The thick doors opened and a masked man in a white coat entered the room, accompanied by a dozen militants.
  This reminded Alice of her previous adventures, Tom was also a similar subject in a white coat. Only that one had a black mask on his face, and this one had a red one.
  As if to complete the similarity, the doctor in the white coat hissed:
  - Well, children, welcome to the procedures!
  Pashka clenched his fists and growled:
  - I won't be taken alive!
  The doctor nodded in agreement:
  - Hit the boys a little with the truncheons, and I'm taking the girl with me!
  Alice nodded in agreement:
  - I'm ready to go for the procedures!
  The SS men hit Pashka with truncheons, the boy howled, and a rubber truncheon hit his bare heels. Arkasha was silent, and they only hit him a couple of times, glancingly.
  They took off Alice's collar and shackles, and put her hands behind her back, snapping small but strong handcuffs, specially made for children of prisoners. In addition, they put another, not so massive collar on her and led her away on a chain.
  They didn't shackle the girl's bare feet, apparently thinking that she wouldn't go anywhere and was tied up anyway. And they led her along the corridors.
  Alice felt humiliated on the ledge. And at the same time, she had a sense of pride - to be afraid of the fascists. Alice walked, now going up, now going down the steps. The concrete surface tickled the bare children's soles. She was very thirsty, and the feeling of hunger had already subsided.
  Finally, Alice was forced to climb higher, and she entered the government wing of the bunker. The soft, lush carpets tickled the girl's frozen feet pleasantly. It was almost a blissful feeling to walk on them.
  Finally, she was led into the office. It was huge and had a high ceiling. The doctor stayed with her, holding her by the leash, but the guards left. A man in glasses was sitting at the desk in the office. He didn't seem scary at all. On the contrary, he resembled a teacher, an intelligent dry face, a clean-shaven chin, narrow shoulders, and short stature. He was dressed in a simple tunic, and his only award was an iron cross.
  Nevertheless, he was a terrible monster, the chief executioner of the Third Reich, the head of the SS, and Reichsmarschall Himmler. The one who was feared around the world no less than Hitler himself.
  Alice felt uneasy and shuddered.
  Himmler said with a smile:
  - Take the handcuffs off our guest!
  The doctor remarked doubtfully:
  - She is very dangerous, your Excellency!
  The chief executioner of the Third Reich nodded:
  - Maybe, but she's still just a child! Take off her handcuffs and leash!
  The doctor reluctantly obeyed. Himmler poured some from the jug into a glass and handed it to Alice.
  His voice was emphatically gentle:
  - Drink, my dear!
  The girl squeaked:
  - What is this?
  Himmler laughed:
  - Milk! And not cow's milk, but goat's milk. It's very healthy for children!
  Alice nodded:
  - Thank you very much!
  And she pressed her lips into the glass. She wanted to eat and drink more and more. And the milk seemed fabulously delicious to the girl. She drained it to the last drop and looked imploringly at Himmler.
  He pretended to be surprised:
  - Are you hungry girl?
  Alice nodded:
  - They didn"t give us anything to eat or drink for several days!
  Himmler laughed:
  - How so? What monsters!
  Alice noted:
  - That's not the word!
  Himmler remarked in a gentle tone:
  - But you understand, Alice, you maimed a couple of hundred and killed two dozen select SS soldiers. For that, you deserve the death penalty! But in the Third Reich, children are sometimes hanged for even petty theft or breaking curfew.
  Alice whistled and shuddered. The chief executioner of the Third Reich continued:
  - And by law we have the right to use physical force even on children. So, Alice, if you don't tell us the whole truth, the executioners will take you and your friends. And they are very cruel. Do you want to experience for yourself when electric shocks pass through your veins and tendons?
  Alice turned pale and answered honestly:
  - Don't want!
  Himmler's eyes flashed and he hissed:
  - Tell me, who sent your group?
  Alice answered honestly:
  - Nobody!
  Himmler growled fiercely:
  - You're lying! Only adults could give children such weapons!
  Alice sighed heavily and replied:
  - We took all these weapons ourselves and moved through the time machine!
  Himmler hatched:
  - What?
  Alice confirmed with a smile:
  - That's exactly it, a time machine! We're from the future!
  There was a painful pause. Himmler seemed to be digesting this. Then he remarked with a foxy smile:
  - You are from the future... Perhaps you have amazing technology!
  Alice sighed and asked honestly:
  - Can I have some more milk?
  Himmler poured some into a glass and handed it to Alice again. The girl drank greedily and gradually calmed down.
  The chief executioner of the Third Reich asked:
  - Do you want to live?
  Alice answered with captivating sincerity:
  - Everyone wants to! And children especially, we have everything ahead of us, and people can live a very long time in the twenty-second century.
  Himmler remarked harshly:
  - Your crimes are great. Only Adolf Hitler himself can pardon you and cancel the death sentence. You killed and maimed the best soldiers of the Third Reich. And this is very difficult to forgive, plus the damaged equipment!
  Alice replied with a sigh:
  - War is war!
  Himmler noted:
  - And according to the laws of wartime, death awaits you. Plus, they will cruelly torture you before that, beating out information. Do you understand that?
  Alice noted, with difficulty maintaining her presence of mind:
  - If you lie in the Earth, then it's only once! If it's destined to be like this...
  Himmler responded harshly:
  - Maybe I should hang you on the rack right away so you understand?
  Alice turned pale... The prospect of being tortured did not please her. She was not too used to pain. And the executioners of the Third Reich knew how to torture terribly. And then there was death. What would happen if she died?
  What awaits? Non-existence? Or paradise as a child martyr? But people of the late twenty-second century do not believe in a posthumous paradise. Although it has already been proven that there is some kind of soul. That we, having given up the ends, do not die for good. And that in the future it will be possible to return the soul to the body.
  But that's if Alice dies in her time and place. And when she disappears in the Gestapo's torture cellars, and her spirit gets tangled up in the corridor of time? That would be a real horror!
  The girl muttered, truly feeling fear:
  - No need to torture me and the guys. We'll tell you everything anyway!
  Himmler said in a kind tone:
  - This is interesting... What time are you from?
  Alice answered honestly, without hiding anything:
  - The end of the twenty-second century. Although some count the new era from the time of the Great October Revolution.
  The chief executioner frowned:
  - And you're not lying? That the communists won in the future?
  The girl nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, we were able to win. The ideas of Lenin and Marx triumphed all over the world!
  Himmler felt the urge to hit the impudent girl in the face with all his might, but he restrained himself with a habitual effort of will. And in a stifled voice he said:
  - This can't be! You can't defeat us, together with Japan we have the resources of the whole world!
  Alice decided not to lie, especially since she didn"t really want to experience torture:
  - I'm from another world! In our world, you attacked the USSR in 1941, before you had even finished defeating Britain. You failed to take Moscow in 1941, then the US entered the war and finished you off in 1945!
  Himmler roared, slamming his glass on the table:
  - You're lying!
  Alice replied with a smile:
  - I'm standing in front of you and this is proof that I'm telling the truth!
  Himmler remarked harshly:
  - You won? Both the US and Britain fought on your side - what nonsense!
  The girls nodded with a smile:
  - Apparently they thought it was better... than lying down under you!
  Himmler rose from his chair, took a few steps and declared:
  - Well, what... - The remote control flashed in the hands of the chief executioner of the Third Reich. He pressed the button.
  Several strong guards burst into the office.
  Himmler stated:
  - She's your doctor Menge! Make her tell the truth, but don't hurt her, they might still be useful to us!
  The man in the white coat and red mask nodded:
  - We will torture you carefully, but painfully!
  Alice, trembling with fear, began to whine treacherously:
  - Don't torture me, I'll tell you everything about the bright future!
  The doctor growled:
  - We need a girl! The interests of the Third Reich demand it!
  Alice was picked up and carried. The girl did not resist. The torture chamber was very close to Himmler's. Apparently the chief executioner sometimes supervised the tortures himself.
  Alice was seated in a chair and her legs were placed in clamps. Dr. Menge noted:
  - The brazier is a safe, but very painful method of torture.
  Two girls in red masks and rubber gloves took out the oil they had prepared in advance and began to thickly lubricate Alice's soles. Two more girls supplied the gas. Women worked as executioners here. They were specially used when it was necessary to torture children so that the victim would not die. Women are usually more careful and gentle, but they cause more pain.
  Alice felt her bare feet being shackled. It hurt her ankles. And the girl felt fear growing inside her. Then they brought up the gas tubes. Here, through the blue wires, oxygen was supplied, through the red ones, gas. The brazier was at a height and the height of the flame and the temperature were regulated.
  It is clear that the torture was expected to be long and cruel. The masked female executioner noted:
  - He's still a child! We won't burn the skin on his feet completely?
  Dr. Menge nodded:
  - No! They got caught like that so that later the skin on the feet would grow over and the torture could be repeated! This girl knows a lot and we need information from her.
  The woman nodded with a smile under her red mask:
  - She can still dance! But for now, let's have a little fire with her!
  The girls turned the taps. Alice's cold feet felt a pleasant warmth. At first, the girl thought that it didn't hurt at all. Alice remembered Esmeralda, how she was broken with a Spanish boot. But this is not the best example of courage. She quickly broke. But this is how Zina Portnova held up under torture.
  The bare, oiled soles began to burn. This was no longer so pleasant. Alice winced. A small flame slowly roasted the girl's heels. This torture was safe, but sophisticated and effective, since the pain was long-lasting and increased slowly but surely.
  Alice jerked her legs, but the titanium pads held her firmly.
  Dr. Menge asked Alice:
  - Tell me who sent it to you!
  The girl answered honestly again:
  - We ourselves! Adults don't even know about it!
  Dr. Menge grinned carnivorously:
  - Really? Do you think we'll believe this childish babble?
  Alice quite logically noted:
  - But it"s stupid to send children on such a responsible mission!
  Dr. Menge nodded:
  - Yes, it"s stupid, but that"s why we want to know why they did it!
  The flame grew a little and became hotter. Alice felt a lot of pain and groaned. Then she clenched her teeth, but tears were flowing from her childish eyes. It was terrible. Torture. And her soles were burning so much. The girl, remembering works on heroic themes, tried to imagine something else. For example, to think about something pleasant. In particular, how good it was in her world. There was no agriculture as such. Food was made from bioplasma, and it could be ordered via the Hypernet, which was much more practical. By the way, robot cooks used to be quite common. But now they do things more simply.
  Bioplasmic food, very tasty, but it does not make your stomach bloat, and you do not have to clean and wash plates. It is all so great! Alice appreciated the progress without reservation.
  Although, probably, some granny from the twentieth century would have appreciated it even more.
  Alice twitched, her heels were burning. She remembered Gerda. How that girl, hungry and frozen, stomped along the road of sharp stones. And it was very painful for her, her bare feet were bleeding. And Gerda kept walking and walking. And she suffered. And apparently her bare soles were burning.
  Then Alice heard Dr. Menge's voice:
  - Say that he sent you?
  The girl decided to remain silent. In fact, it would be best not to answer. Moreover, she felt that if she opened her mouth, she would scream at the top of her lungs, from the unbearable pain in her burned feet. No, she would remain silent. And to make it easier, she would remember Gerda, one of the stories where this girl showed even greater courage and heroism.
  The poor girl left the blooming garden with eternal summer and walks along the cold autumn road.
  Immediately from the warmth she was met by a freezing wind.
  Her bare feet step on the rocky ridge. Her bare soles, however, have already become rough in the garden and do not hurt so much. But the journey is long, her feet get worn out, after several dozen miles her soles start to burn and her calves ache. The girl begs for alms so that they will give her at least a little to eat and ask for a place to stay for the night. Some give to the child, and some do not. But she is lucky: they let her stay for the night. The girl falls asleep on the hay. And she sleeps very soundly, after a long journey. But in the morning she has to set off again, taking a crust of bread from the kind-hearted hosts. And her feet still ache after a long walk, and it is cold to walk barefoot.
  And the bare sole after sleep, not yet relaxed, painfully perceives the pricks of the stones that litter the road.
  But the fast walk warms the girl. Her bare feet turn red, and the soles scratched by the cobblestones burn a little. The girl endures and overcomes fatigue, in order to distract herself from the aching in her feet, she carefully examines the surroundings. He moves along the roads of Germany, in the direction of France. There is much to see in these densely populated lands. Sometimes a fine autumn rain begins to drizzle. Gerda is very afraid of catching a cold.
  They won't even give her raspberries at night, and antibiotics will only appear in the future.
  She's wearing just a light summer dress.
  And from the long walk, literally every vein in her exhausted, bare feet is ringing.
  But during the next overnight stay, the compassionate hostess took pity on her and gave her a warm fur shawl for the road. And Gerda walks again the next day. Her legs are numb at first, but then they warm up. Only every vein rings. It is painful to walk like this, but the girl copes, she has a goal, and she will definitely achieve it.
  I just hope I don't get really sick.
  And her legs were getting rougher and calluses were forming every day. It was hard to walk like that. A couple of times the girl spent the night in a haystack, froze at night, and then woke up with broken bones. But Gerda stubbornly walked on, her body warmed up and became lighter. The girl lived on alms. It helped, albeit not regularly, to eat and maintain her strength.
  Sometimes she had to chop wood and carry water from the well for a crust of bread.
  The muscles ached tiredly every day, but the pain dulled. The child's body quickly adapted to the loads, and now the girl walked on average about sixty miles a day, and did not fall from fatigue. Her bare, bruised feet were covered with a hard crust, and almost did not feel the prickly stones and cold. The girl walked, overcoming her suffering. Winters in Europe are mild. Sometimes wet snow fell. Gerda left barefoot footprints on it, without breaking her stride.
  Even such elegant, small prints looked somehow beautiful on a white background.
  She moved as if she were wound up and until she got to the palace with the help of a raven. There she asked the princess and the prince for a pair of shoes and a carriage so that she could continue looking for Kai. But the princess laughed and said:
  - You've already gotten used to walking barefoot! Why do you need shoes? They'll only make your feet heavier! It's better to walk like before and you'll walk halfway around the world faster!
  The First Minister noted:
  - Harden yourself if you want to be healthy!
  And Gerda had to stomp barefoot again, and she met with no sympathy. But the girl's bare feet really did become rough, and the skin on her soles became stronger than that of her boots. And she walked, demonstrating unbending courage. Here she walked barefoot through Germany and found herself in France. The wet snow was compacted under her chiseled childish feet.
  Where is her brother Kai? How much she has walked, and still no sign of him. Although in fact you get used to the cold, and it is not so scary, you do not even cough in winter and in rags. And the skin on her bare feet has become stronger than the soles of boots.
  The girl approached Paris. There she met homeless children. They were ragged and barefoot like her. The girl shook their hands and exchanged news. Children from all countries speak the international language and understand each other. And Gerda quickly became friends with them.
  It's much better in a team than alone.
  But the children are hungry, and the girl and them raid the landowner's barn. But the police show up with a pair of trained dogs. One dog catches Gerda and knocks her down. The policeman puts shackles on the girl and takes her to prison.
  She was chained up like an adult.
  Poor Gerda, heavy shackles clanking and rubbing her feet, trudges to a Paris prison. They also put her in the Chatelet, in a cold, stinking cell where little girls caught stealing and older women sit together, but almost all of them are young.
  Although when there are a lot of prisoners, it becomes warmer and you can warm up.
  They feed you disgusting slop and stale bread. You can spend more than one year in such inhuman conditions.
  The girl, however, does not give up and even sang a song;
  The homeland in my heart plays a string,
  Life will be good for everyone in the world...
  And I dream of Russia - a holy country,
  Where happy children laugh!
  
  Only in this country life is sometimes not a bed of roses:
  The time of cruel trials is coming...
  But in winter it usually gets up -
  And the trill of the black-eyed girls flies!
  
  In this world, a mound grows out of the ice,
  It has a diamond crystal ornament!
  Father Frost is the most formidable snowdrift kagan-
  A foreigner close to the Russian soul!
  
  Gerda was looking for Kaya, barefoot in the snow -
  Trampled the expanses of Russia...
  And say, lazy people, that I can"t,
  Cherubim watered the dream!
  
  We will also find a beautiful Eden in the tundra,
  Let the bananas ripen at the pole...
  There will be time, believe me, for big changes -
  New countries in space are waiting for us!
  
  Let's make man's holy dream come true,
  With the purest impulse of a pilot!
  Laughing into the sky with a song, I will fly like an arrow-
  Landing is not your concern!
  
  The globe suddenly became very small for us...
  Yes, Gagarin came with a microscope...
  And some people prefer Adidas shoes.
  And the greedy ones rush in a crowd...
  
  Don't sell your Fatherland for clothes-
  Don't ruin Russia for dollars,
  I love Jesus and his mustachioed leader -
  Because He is also the Messiah!
  This is what inspiration means, and you are already thinking about the future. And you see this future as if it were the present.
  The girl became friends with other prisoners, became the life of the party, and was already thinking about escaping.
  But Gerda is called in for questioning. They smear her heels with oil and carry a blazing brazier to her bare feet. The girl screams in pain and loses consciousness. And she is forced to take the blame for the murder of a nobleman.
    
  The torture continues for several days, the child is flogged, hung on the rack, but Gerda shows incredible courage. She does not confess to anything. And then I use Spanish boots on her.
  The torture that broke Esmeralda.
  The boards squeeze the children's legs, and the executioner drives in wedges. After the first blows, the girl loses consciousness. But they pour cold water on her, forcing her to come to her senses. Then they beat on the boards again. The pain is simply horrific. Gerda wheezes and lets out a wild scream.
  But still doesn't want to confess.
  The drunken executioner grins.
  He enjoys torturing innocent people.
  The investigator repeats the question:
  - Did you kill Viscount de Jusac?
  No, she's not Esmeralda to admit it.
  Gerda answers with a groan:
  - No!
  The girl is deathly pale and scratched. One cheek is burned by fire.
  The investigator shouts:
  - Executioner, give her another wedge! A thicker one!
  The ruthless animal obeys.
  And again comes a blow, from which the girl's whole body trembles. Tears run from Gerda's eyes, Andersen's heroine is in great pain, but she does not confess.
  No, he hasn"t tolerated anything like that, although she is trivially crippled.
  The investigator yells:
  - Just admit it to us! These are just words!
  I really don't want to be hurt.
  Gerda suddenly finds the strength to answer clearly:
  -Words are like the wind, turning the mill that gives flour to the wise, and flour to the fools!
  The girl answered wittily.
  The interrogator shouts:
  - Two more wedges!
  The executioner grins with a very satisfied look.
  And again the hammer flies... the bones of the children's legs crunch, the child again loses consciousness from the pain shock. Gerda is brought to her senses with a bucket of ice-cold water from the basement. And the sophisticated and at the same time axe torture continues. Here, the girl's fingers are simultaneously clamped in a vice. The vice squeezes. Gerda again loses consciousness. This time for a long time. Even a bucket of water cannot bring her to her senses.
  Apparently the pain shock exceeded the limits of the child's body and the young prisoner passed out.
  The girl lies in the torture chair, pale and bloody.
  A vivid imagination helped Gerda disconnect from reality and from the burning pain in his truly burning heels.
  But then Himmler entered the torture cellar. And with a stern look he asked:
  - Have you talked, criminal?
  Dr. Menge replied with a sigh:
  - She's silent! As if she's keeping her mouth shut! Maybe we should try the current?
  Himmler looked at Alice's bare feet. The soles of her feet were covered in crimson blisters. And he said:
  - That's enough for now! Let's give the girl time to think! And in the meantime, maybe we'll take on the boys?
  The female executioner licked her lips carnivorously:
  - Are the boys handsome?
  Himmler chuckled:
  - Not bad! But you should also fry their heels a little! If we let them go full steam ahead and they don't talk, it will be harder to crack them.
  Gerda was distracted from her thoughts and groaned. It was terrifying how her scorched soles were burning. But she got through it and was able to switch off.
  Himmler gave a succinct command:
  - Take her to the basement, and give the prisoners some food and drink! We need them alive!
  Alisa was shackled again, including by the legs. And they literally carried her to the cell. The pain was terrible. And when the rubber truncheon hit the burnt sole, the girl howled, but immediately bit her lip.
  Alice even whispered:
  - One to zero in our favor!
  Alisa was carried to the cell, where the floodlights were already on and it became a little warmer. Pasha and Arkasha were grabbed and dragged off for a thorough interrogation.
  Alice lay down on the concrete and lifted her scorched feet so that the blood would drain from the scorched soles and it would not hurt so much. It is terrifying, of course, when your feet are scorched on a brazier, but Alice endured. And she was able to show the courage of a pioneer. But what next? They will be tortured for a long time and in a sophisticated way. And it will become so painful...
  Alice sang:
  - What pain, what pain, Russia against Germany: one hundred - zero!
  The girl imagined the Panther-2 tank burning after being hit by a Soviet Katyusha. And she consoled herself a little. Although the Panther has such a long barrel that it's scary to even look at it. No, it's nothing compared to the Tiger-3. They'll probably call it the Imperial Tiger.
  They brought her prison rations. Unpalatable nettle soup and dry bread. Hungry Alice, however, ate greedily....
  Here they brought the boys into the cell. Pasha had bruises and abrasions on his face. Both boys had soles of their feet with blisters, burnt on a brazier.
  Pashka noted boastfully:
  - I scolded those Germans so much!
  Alice giggled in response and remarked:
  - It's not nice to swear!
  Arkasha agreed with this:
  - That's right! I just kept quiet and thought about something else. It's easier to bear the torture that way! And Pashka screamed and screamed!
  The blond boy growled sharply:
  - Shut up, bastard!
  Alice suggested:
  - Let's keep quiet! And if this is our fate, then let's die under torture and preserve our dignity!
  Arkasha agreed with this:
  - It looks like we really will have to die! It's better to die in silence!
  Pashka responded aggressively:
  - You won't get it! They'll be cursed with the choicest curses in the universe.
  . CHAPTER #8.
  Alice, exhausted by torture and emotions, fell asleep. The boys also fell silent.
  Even in a dream you may see something heroic, which can become a consolation in the conditions when you are stuck and trapped.
  And the dreams are so heroic and in them you beat up the fascists, and very effectively and beautifully;
  Having overcome the first ridge of the Seelow Heights during the night, the Soviet troops tried to exploit their success during the day. But the large number of radio-controlled minefields, as well as the dense fire of machine guns and rapid-fire guns, drove the infantry into the ground again. And too many tanks were blown up.
  However, the repair teams were no worse than the combat units, and a significant portion of the vehicles were back in service by the end of the day.
  Alisa Selezneva and Anzhelika never closed their eyes. They fought, shot, shouted something...
  The Nazis were not fools, in particular many of their guns sat out quite successfully in the depths, and then they were jacked up. After which they pounded...
  The most common type of gun is, of course, the 88-millimeter anti-aircraft gun. A universal gun for shooting at aircraft, tanks, and infantry. Just change the shells... True, it is somewhat cumbersome, but special jacks are used, intended for tanks and self-propelled guns.
  There are many teenagers and women among the defenders. The Third Reich's human resources are running low, so everyone has to be scooped up. Even ten-year-old boy fighters are not such a rarity. They can also throw a bottle with a flammable mixture or shoot an infantryman from an ambush.
  Usually such boys run barefoot and in shorts, since children's shoes are in short supply, and it's much more convenient with bare feet.
  The defensive line on Seelach is very powerful, they started to build it even before the First World War, in case the tsarist army rushed to Berlin. And already in the eighteenth century, under Elizabeth, who only her premature death prevented her from being called the Great, the Russians took Berlin!
  So the heights have many underground communications, labyrinths of trenches, and shelters for snipers. It can be said to be a kind of city.
  Despite the fact that Adolf Hitler is usually credited with schizophrenic optimism, serious work on fortifying Berlin began in the spring of 1943. And unlike the Western Wall, the Atlantic Wall was completed.
  All dead sectors were mined, or prepared with napalm...
  Alisa Selezneva and Angelica have burned their bare, graceful little legs for the umpteenth time when an ominous mixture of synthetic gasoline, sulfur, phosphorus poured out from under the ground...
  And by evening the girls' heels were seriously burnt, they were covered with large blisters, and walking became torture.
  The girls surrendered and were now firing from ambush, especially since the Soviet troops had barely advanced during the day. However, that's what snipers are supposed to do, and when the battle is in full swing, a target is sure to be found... And you can continue to add to your account.
  Brave Alisa Selezneva, scratching her burnt feet on the metal, growled:
  - Yes, you and I, Angelica, are in great pain. But believe me, the memories of the Red Army soldiers who were burned alive cause me much greater suffering.
  The red-haired warrior nervously clicked her pearly teeth:
  - And believe me, it"s even more bitter to see them, especially those who didn"t die right away, but were charred... War differs from hell only in that it doesn"t have the torture of routine!
  Alisa Selezneva, having shot down a fascist gunner who had carelessly peeked out from behind his cover, noted:
  - If only everyone were our warriors, like us? Although, of course, it's easier to joke than to shoot!
  Angelica did not agree here either:
  - It depends on the person! Personally, I find both difficult... By the way, why did they call you Alice?
  The golden-haired warrior simply answered, as if in confession:
  - You know, my mother read a similar fairy tale when she was a child... A beautiful fairy tale, but very stupid. After which she decided that her daughter should, like Alice, discover a new world, but not on earth, but in space. Conquer galaxies and spread communism throughout the universe, fighting fascist dictatorships and slave owners. You understand...
  Angelica fired and missed, hitting the butt of her gun with her chin in frustration:
  - Well, yes! Of course, I understand. You know, you yourself dreamed of getting to a planet where even at the poles there is eternal summer, and people do not know illness or old age. There is no paradise on Earth, and in that same evergreen India, there is heat, high humidity, and clouds of the most disgusting insects!
  Alisa Selezneva giggled:
  - But there is Mowgli there... - Then she changed her tone to a more serious one. - I think that India will soon become Soviet.
  Angelica had reasonable doubts:
  - Nehru is just a weakling. He is a pacifist and not a communist. Opportunists and nationalists like him do more harm than good. We need stronger allies who are devoted to the red idea to bring communism and its light to the world!
  Alisa Selezneva fired a couple more shots, she saw that the fascists were gradually weakening. Just so as not to hit the children. They are so miserable, skinny, barefoot, fair-haired, they only evoke sympathy. Now the Ilyushins appeared in the sky again... They took off earlier, and behind them the faster "pawns".
  Alisa Selezneva, stamping her bare feet, joked about these small bombers:
  - Pawns are not nuts either - they are future queens, you fascist, run!
  Angelica said sullenly:
  - With weak allies, even strong equipment will stand idle!
  Alisa Selezneva quite reasonably drew attention to the nuances:
  - But, for example, the Romanian King Mihei. A monarch and, by and large, just a pampered youth. But, nevertheless, he was awarded the highest order of the USSR - "Victory".
  Angelica grimaced sourly:
  - Unfortunately, I'm not awarded any orders. Although for the "Jagdtiger" they usually give "Great Patriotic War" of at least the second degree. Or at least "Red Banner".
  Alisa Selezneva answered coherently:
  - Heroes deserve to be given an order, those who command them, to be simply hanged! For a good commander begins a battle only when there is simply no room left for a heroic deed, because victory is predetermined!
  Angelica confirmed:
  - Yes, you, golden-haired one, are a master of paradoxes... But then Stalin should be hanged!
  Alice giggled:
  - Of course it is! So many of our good guys died because of him. The troops at the beginning of the war were positioned in a way that was completely unsuitable for defense. And the consequence - defeat at the very beginning!
  Angelica put her finger to her scarlet lips:
  - You watch out... Be careful with your talk. After all, no one has ever disbanded the special departments.
  Alisa Selezneva grimaced:
  - Oh-oh-oh! What a way to scare a hedgehog - with semolina porridge! Believe me, we are stronger than all the energy workers put together. Especially in spirit!
  Angelica is a woman-hero again, as if she was hit under the arm, she missed... However, it was already dark and there was no visibility, and the targets were so small and vague, and also mobile. Well, what can you do against them?
  Alisa Selezneva also did not shoot often. In this dream she had a friend, the personality of a warrior who had fought for many years, and had her own morals and habits. How to fight barefoot, and to be vain. She got used to the fact that she had never missed in the last year and did not want to reveal the sad statistics. Otherwise, she simply did not shoot blindly. In addition, among the combatants there were too often "snot-nosed" fighters. It was a pity for them, the kindest soul of Alisa Selezneva.
  Although, for example, it seems that Hitler said: mercy in war should not exceed the limits of economic expediency! Economic expediency should not exceed ascetic needs!
  However, the latter, as well as the slogan: guns instead of butter, was not observed in the best way! To the happiness of the USSR and the death of the Third Reich!
  Hitler clearly had mental problems. A more pragmatic ruler of the Third Reich would have created a much more serious problem for the USSR, and could have drawn the allies to his side.
  Alice even sang with enthusiasm;
  For the glory of our Motherland Russia,
  The most radiant saint of the Fatherland...
  Where the stars have watered the velvet sky,
  With your pure, unearthly love!
    
  We are the knights of a giant state,
  Which preserves the universe!
  Let our Motherland be united,
  Fatherland - you can't split the monolith!
    
  We launched the rocket before anyone else,
  And we flew around the globe with the astronaut...
  Our exploits are glorified in poems,
  The Lord will provide us with a generous gift!
    
  When the fascists attacked the country,
  We all took up our rifles together...
  The communists are fighting the horde -
  And you, like a radiant arrow, shoot upward!
    
  They repelled the steel hordes from Moscow,
  Crushing the ridge at Stalingrad!
  The girls' gaze was radiantly proud,
  She brings us proletarian light!
    
  We are the knights of the country in the universe better,
  You won't find a more radiant Russia...
  Even though clouds hang over the country,
  We cannot turn away from the glorious path!
    
  When we took Berlin, it was a joy,
  Such happiness was acquired by the soldier...
  We tasted the sweetness of victory, the honey,
  A machine gun suits a boy made of steel!
    
  Now the peaceful weeks have come,
  And across the golden fields the suffering flows...
  We wanted to live forever and in joy,
  May the Almighty God be with the Fatherland forever!
  The girl not only shot beautifully, but also sang like a real prima donna.
  The night of April 16-17 fell and a massive attack began. New reserves, including tanks, came into play.
  In particular, the newest T-44... This tank was thirty centimeters lower than the T-34-85, and had more powerful frontal armor of both the turret and the hull. Many hopes were associated with this machine, but...
  Some of the tanks had already started to skid on the approach and their transmission had failed... Apparently, the designers and manufacturers were never able to adapt to its transverse arrangement and the gearbox simply failed when trying to change gears. (This childhood illness was also typical for early modifications of the T-34-76).
  Only three of the newest tanks out of twenty-five managed to climb the Seelow Heights. They moved slowly, their engines roared loudly, and black, stinking smoke poured out of their exhaust pipes.
  And behind them ran new infantrymen, shouting hurray...
  The girls continued shooting for a while, but after the Soviet soldiers, ignoring the serious damage and the comrades who were constantly falling under machine gun fire, climbed up the next ridge, the warriors rushed after them.
  However, the fascists were still strong. The formidable He-162, Me-109 "K", and Focken-Wulfs rushed towards the attack aircraft and winged "pawns".
  Among them, the most dangerous are the Focken-Wulf butchers, in the assault modification. Four guns of 37-millimeter caliber at once, shoot at both infantry and tanks.
  One of the Soviet Il-2s even went to ram a heavier and more armed enemy machine... They collided and... The German was luckier, he managed to eject, but the Il-2 has no such device whatsoever.
  In frustration, Alisa Selezneva laid the German pilot down before he opened his parachute and said eloquently:
  - I am kind! Goodness in the house is what is cherished, goodness to the soul is what is driven away!
  And with her bare toes the girl threw a grenade, blowing up a couple of fascist fighters who were trying to get closer to her.
  The girls shifted fire to the planes... But the assault modification of the Fokken-Wulf cannot be shot down from the ground with a rifle. It is very well protected, and the gas tanks are located under the armor around the cabin. A dangerous thing...
  As many as six aircraft cannons are a large and serious force, the most powerful single-seat fighter of the Second World War in terms of armament.
  The Не-162 is the easiest prey in this regard... The Ме-109 "K" deserves special mention. The last mass-produced modification of the Messerschmitt... A modification with exclusively cannon armament, three 30-mm guns, and two 15-mm aircraft cannons. A powerful machine, not comparable to the Yak-9, and even the best Yak-3, in armament, of course. There were problems with maneuverability, even though the engine was very powerful...
  Alisa Selezneva, as a wise girl of the twenty-second century, decided to express her point of view:
  - The Germans pay too much attention to such indicators as armor and armament of aircraft. For example, the Messerschmitt's ever-increasing engine power was eaten up by an increase in firepower. And maneuverability worsened.
  Angelica snapped:
  - And you knock down this weakened maneuverability. It's easier to talk than to actually fight...
  Alisa Selezneva interrupted with an offended voice:
  - I don't fight! But really, think about how much does a Me-109K with five aircraft cannons cost? And a Focke-Wulf with six? But the "Salamander" is the optimal combination of aircraft costs, production technology, weight, maneuverability, speed, and armament too. Although in this regard, of course, it is worse than a Messerschmitt or especially a Focke-Wulf.
  Angelica noted maliciously:
  - You're talking like that because this is the only bird we can shoot down. Otherwise...
  Alisa Selezneva growled:
  - Don't joke so stupidly!
  And the girl will once again launch a deadly and destructive grenade with her bare toes.
  The fascists are flying, torn to shreds.
  Here Alice can be quite pleased.
  The Germans are pressing with their planes with very powerful weapons and armor, and it is hard for the Red Army.
  However, the Soviet Yaks and Laggies cope quite successfully with the more powerful Hitlerite hawks... They make the doves burn, and how they do...
  And five Messerschmitt guns and six Focken-Wulfs won"t help, so the Nazis have to bury their noses in the ground.
  But the Soviet aces are suffering losses. And the losses are considerable, so they are also coming to weaken their pressure. And the number of rams is growing. The Soviet warrior knows no fear. And for nothing honor and the Motherland are more precious than life!
  Alisa Selezneva noted on this matter:
  - Rams are certainly a sign of valor, but a sign of intelligence is to dine without losses!
  Angelica did not agree here either:
  - A sign of intelligence... It's even a sign of genius to win without losses. But that's not war anymore.
  Alisa Selezneva growled in response:
  - Why the hell do we need war?
  Angelica came up with a very witty idea here:
  - How else can we distinguish where the real men are, and where the males don"t even measure up to women!
  Alisa Selezneva then turned her attention to the new flock of planes and pointed with her bare foot:
  - Look at the ears... And with the emblems of the night witches... Natasha is probably there. Such a Nazi would be able to withstand such a chatterbox now!
  Angelica agreed:
  - It will definitely work! Just let's make sure we don't get burned ourselves!
  Night bombers U-2, as they are affectionately called by the ears, and even more famous, and quite offensive nickname - cornfields.
  The girls-pilots fight on them. The plane is easy to control and simple to pilot. In an air battle it is not so great, therefore it is used mainly for strikes at night.
  There its low noise level, lightness and maneuverability are felt. True, there are also disadvantages, it can be shot down with an anti-aircraft machine gun... The plane is a suicide bomber.
  But here the sky is already cleared of mosquito vultures, so a more vulnerable machine can be put into operation.
  Alisa Selezneva whispers a prayer:
  - Lord, save the lives of Natasha and the other girls... They are so good and love you so much. Don't let the greatest and most just universal evil and grief triumph!
  Angelica struck out abruptly;
  - It's funny to ask God for anything. After all, everything in our world is predetermined by Him, so what's the point of counting on Him changing anything!
  Alisa Selezneva reasonably objected:
  - Why do you think that He exists at all... And if He does, then is He like in the Bible or the Koran?
  Angelica shook her head:
  - I don't think so at all... You probably think differently. I remember, snow-white you once told me a theory, a new view on theology, but I somehow managed to forget it?
  Alisa Selezneva waved her bare, graceful foot and happily hurried to remind:
  - You've probably read about Vernadsky's famous theory of the Noosphere? About his teaching that every thought that comes into your head is material and not only remains as a memory in certain parts of the brain, but is also recorded in the submaterial space as on a tape?
  Angelica readily confirmed:
  - Yes, I know such a teaching. It is generally logical. If a word can be recorded on a tape, then why can't a thought or an action or an emotion be imprinted in a similar way?
  Alisa Selezneva almost got a lead gift in the chest and was forced to jump to the left. After which she answered the persistent machine gunner. He fell silent, and the golden-haired warrior continued her lecture:
  - Exactly... But a word or even a phrase previously spoken and then recorded on tape, and when played loudly, can deafen or induce to action. Just like a moving image of a person played on film can blind, frighten, or change character... Generally turn the soul upside down and even cure an illness...
  Angelica muttered in agreement:
  - Yes, it can do that!
  Alisa Selezneva added:
  - So... There is a special Universal Hypernoosphere. It has a number of significant differences from a tape, but faith, hope, and prayers of people are also imprinted in it, like billions of billions of frames of a film. If billions of people believed in something, it does not disappear without a trace, their faith is material and accumulates a colossal amount of energy. And this energy can also splash out, influencing the material world. That is, ask and it will be given to you is not an empty phrase. It is quite possible that under certain conditions, prayer will cause a strong resonance in the Hypernoosphere and its power will help solve the problem on Earth... So God exists and he is material, real and active, but he is not the Creator of the Universe, but on the contrary, created by humanity and their faith in Him!
  Angelica immediately corrected:
  - But it is not necessary to pray in this case. You can simply ask... By the way, why necessarily God? Communism is also the strongest faith. And that means, if you ask the people's will of Bolshevism or Stalin for something, it will also come true?
  Alisa Selezneva said with one hundred percent confidence:
  - Yes! It is quite possible! It will come true and win!
  Angelica fired a couple of times offhand... The second ridge of the Seelow Heights had already been taken. But there was still the third, most fortified one, where the reserves and fists of tanks and self-propelled guns were stationed. It was not easy to enter the breach here...
  The Soviet troops, exhausted by the brutal battles, stopped in the morning... Too many infantrymen had perished, the destroyed tanks needed repairs... They welded sheets to them on the move and threw them back into battle. Everything was done in a forced mode, the repairmen simply ran, as if someone had sped up a film. Incidentally, on old films, the frames actually moved twice as fast as real ones.
  Alisa Selezneva and Angelica each received another nasty wound and were forced to lie down to rest. The girls were exhausted and wanted to sleep for at least a couple of hours, but the deafening roar did not allow them to do so.
  And the Soviet tank and infantry mass broke like a wave against the surf and slowly settled... It was necessary to gather strength and shake the German defense again. As one wave follows another. The girls' eyes were closing, but Marshal Zhukov's strict order continued to drive them and many other guys to the attack.
  And the warriors no longer had any strength, and simply crawled like snails, only a little faster....
  And then Alisa Selezneva decided to sing for courage. Tapping her bare soles, she performed:
  On the crystal mirror of the lake;
  I'm flying on skates like a swallow!
  I didn't freeze my heart -
  Glorious Rus' gave it to you!
    
  And in spring the trees are green;
  And the young spring is seething with life!
  There the shoots grow renewed,
  There the emerald leaves rustle!
    
  How beautiful you are, deep waters;
  The sun's light is reflected!
  The grains in the field were filled with juices,
  The dawn painted them rubies!
    
  The Archangels demand to be innocent;
  Everyone should keep clean until the wedding!
  And work, squeeze your feet into the bread,
  Spin the finest thread from silk!
    
  But I don"t feel that calling,
  There is a horde of devils in my heart!
  Than to lead such a sad life;
  It's better to go to war - kill evil there!
    
  Here before us are the vast expanses of the sea;
  There is desert sugar under your hooves!
  There is no coolness that lingers under the pines,
  Just look what the ghoul will swallow!
    
  In war I knew suffering,
  Carrying out our own dead!
  And what kind of sobbing is there?
  The cry of barefoot orphan children!
    
  But on the other hand, adventures,
  There's a lot of risk, you live life!
  And will the Almighty grant forgiveness?
  We don't need heaven - where are you, louse!
    
  Man is such a creature -
  What a repugnant thing this quiet peace is to him!
  Then he builds his own universe,
  Imposing a cool order!
    
  And the Fatherland is the Great Mother;
  You, Russia, are a Holy Country!
  Your pebbles and stones are like velvet,
  On which she ran barefoot!
    
  But the time has come, the essence is insidious,
  Love has crept up on me from ambush!
  I was tempted, I found myself a guy,
  This is such a corrupt flesh!
    
  Let him, of course, be devoted to the Fatherland:
  Let this vile disaster not happen!
  But such is the fate of humanity,
  That we, people, are essentially cattle!
    
  He turned out to be a spy, a ruthless one,
  He handed over our plans without honor!
  But this is not childish pranks,
  If your enemy has betrayed you!
    
  Things turned out badly,
  Here is our division in the cauldron!
  And the fascists caught him by the braids,
  So I became a slave!
    
  I work naked day and night,
  I ship crushed stone and ore!
  I am barefoot in winter and summer,
  And I run after the wheelbarrow at a trot!
    
  The whip torments me and has no mercy,
  And I experienced violence to the fullest!
  Oh, how poor and penniless we have become,
  The villain Satan bares his teeth!
    
  Never you descendants I advise,
  Don't go and betray the country!
  Don't replace your heart with a coin,
  Our Motherland; God, Conscience, Mother!
  . CHAPTER #9
  Alice woke up. In the world of the future, night is a rare phenomenon, since there are giant reflectors, and it is almost always summer, except for some winter parks where you can ski, skate, or play snowballs.
  Alice and her friends found themselves in the world of the future, as if in a separate time stream, when they are always about twelve years old, and they experience more and more new adventures. And the world is changing. For example, Alice still remembers when there were winters, and then they disappeared. When people still grew old, but then rejuvenation became a simple and inexpensive process. The world around her was changing. And there were adventures when they prevented a usurper from seizing power on one planet with the help of singing competitions. True, Alice was not the main character there. But Angelica distinguished herself here, having been kidnapped. Yes, her friend in the dream is quite an adult, but in reality she is a girl. And her hair is dyed in all seven colors of the rainbow. Or rather, not quite dyed, but modified.
  But the main heroine turned out to be a more modest girl. No one thought that she was such a great singer.
  Alice had other adventures. How she saved her friend who looked like Cheburashka, only with an eye like a crab on his forehead. It was like a pet, only intelligent. The fugitive dictator almost hacked him to death and ate him. But everything ended well then.
  And how many more adventures Alice had - you can't count. And how she saved the scientists together with Arkasha on Pluto, where they were frozen. And many other feats, without embellishment and very cool.
  Alice became quite famous. And she had adventures like the heroine of an endless comic book. But she is a girl, of course, of colossal flight. And of various miracles, when she even almost died, freeing a fallen tyrant from an asteroid.
  And what else Alice had to endure. But she still couldn't deal with the greatest villains in the history of mankind. And who had captured almost the entire world. Well, maybe except for the USSR for now.
  But how to stand up against the whole world? Or against the whole capitalist world?
  Pashka, scratching his blistered barefoot children's heels, noticed:
  - We're in deep trouble, Alice. And the main thing is that this is somehow not like our previous adventures!
  Arkasha noted with a sigh:
  - Yes... In the previous adventures, everything wasn't so serious. And here, everything is so... too real. Including pain and fire!
  Alice wittily remarked:
  - We have adventures for adults. This is definitely not for a children's book!
  Pashka agreed:
  - Not for the children's room... And you can't break the chains. And saw them. The light is on here, they'll notice.
  Alice winked at her friend:
  - You're afraid they'll beat you with truncheons!
  Pashka snorted contemptuously:
  - No, I don't think so!
  Arkasha giggled and remarked:
  - When they hit you on your burnt heels with a baton, it hurts a lot!
  Alice suggested:
  - And if...
  Arkasha whispered:
  - What if?
  Alice sighed heavily:
  - Nothing! In any case, we are doomed. The Nazis will not forgive us for the death of their soldiers, especially from an elite security regiment. If we escape, sooner or later they will execute us anyway!
  Pashka muttered contemptuously:
  - Yes, you have consoled us. And what remains!
  Alice answered, not too confidently:
  - To die with dignity! As thousands of boys and girls died before us, tortured in the Gestapo basements.
  Pashka growled, clinking his chains:
  - Just let me get free, and I'll tear them into tiny pieces!
  Arkasha giggled...
  The children shuddered involuntarily. The cell doors opened. But they were only brought rations. Nettle soup and stale bread. The usual food for a concentration camp. But in any case, prisoners should not die of hunger. The young organism took its toll and the children ate willingly. Their strong, durable teeth from the future, where caries was forgotten, easily gnawed the bread. Working his jaws, Pashka suddenly joked:
  - But we have a roof over our heads and free food. So we're doing pretty well.
  Alice reminded Pashka:
  - And also free heel warming procedures...
  Pashka chuckled:
  - That too!
  Meanwhile, Hitler and his retinue were raging in the menagerie, ready to grab the USSR by the throat.
  Hitler, leaning back in his chair, was devouring dessert: fruit cakes with saccharin. The other closest associates were lined up. Among them was Bormann, pomaded like a brand new mannequin. Slightly above average height with a flat, tanned face, he looked very much like Mussolini. True, he was a very cunning and decent organizer. Next to him was fat Goering, who had recently returned from the front, looking pleased, since the Germans were winning almost everything. Rosenberg, whom He, the Fuhrer, wanted to make Minister for the Eastern Territories, the USSR was supposed to be chopped off up to the Urals, plus Central Asia. And why not give this territory to the Turks? An excessive strengthening of the Ottoman Empire was too dangerous a prospect for Germany.
  The Japanese will seize the Far East! Hitler himself had complex feelings about Japan. On the one hand, he admired the Japanese as strong warriors who had defeated the enormous Russia, who had beaten the numerically superior Chinese. He also liked the anti-Semitism of the Japanese, who had legislatively restricted the rights of Jews long before Hitler came to power.
  What he didn't like were the Japanese themselves: yellow faces, narrow eyes, short stature! They were like macaques! Hitler himself subconsciously disliked Asians. Nevertheless, he needed Japan, the most industrially developed country in Asia, with a population of one hundred million without colonies - more than even Germany, not counting its colonial possessions! And the Japanese navy, the mistress of the Pacific Ocean, is amazing. Japan must be convinced at any cost to open a second front in the east and tie down Soviet divisions there.
  Hitler slammed his fist on the table, spilling a glass of mango juice on the Fuhrer's suit. This caused a burst of anger. Hitler threatened the sky:
  - How dare you, God, to stain me, the great Fuhrer! Who will soon rule over all that exists!
  Goebbels responded pompously:
  - God is the greatest despot on the planet!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Exactly! God is cruel, which means we can be cruel too! Fascism kills by the millions, for a great purpose! God kills billions, totally everyone, for who knows what! Most of our victims die quickly, and most of the billions who die of old age suffer for a long time and terribly! The church teaches that most people will burn in hell forever after death, but if we torture a person, it is only to get information, and at most it lasts a few months! God tortures, knowing everything in advance, for billions of billions of years! And those who are saved have little joy - eternal boredom in God's slavery! The church teaches that Jesus is Almighty God, which means Hitler is kinder than Jesus! Isn't that right!
  Goebbels replied:
  - Yes, that's right! Christianity is both "pacific" and super-cruel! It guarantees torment during life and ghosts after death!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Why do we have so few beautiful women in Europe? Because in the Middle Ages, every beauty was considered a witch, burned and tortured! And why are there so many more beautiful women in Scandinavia? The Catholic Inquisition has not penetrated there so much. It wouldn't be so bad if the SS men took beautiful blonde women from Scandinavia as second wives and gave birth to healthy, tall children.
  Himmler noted:
  - Successful experiments in artificial insemination of women are already being conducted! We use the semen of the most outstanding men!
  Hitler jumped up from his chair:
  - Yes, it"s interesting and there are results!
  Himmler nodded:
  - Of course my Fuhrer! The first dozen test tube babies have been born! They weigh much more than normal babies! And I think they are stronger. I held the babies in my arms and they fought hard.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - That's good! This way we can improve the breed! And can you carry babies outside the womb?
  Himmler replied:
  - It's very difficult, my Fuhrer! Some developments have been made, but they will cost too much! The old way is much better!
  Hitler agreed:
  - That's true! Let Germany rule!
  Ribbentrop interjected:
  - The most genetically gifted Slavic girls could also be wives of SS soldiers. And give birth to children!
  Hitler nodded:
  - And that's true!
  Himmler objected:
  - Actually, the Slavs are in some ways related to us! The same Russian tsars had more German blood than Russian!
  Hitler barked:
  - I know it! That's why Russia became so huge! The Germans raised a primitive people!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - We need to spread fairy tales - that under our rule Russians will live much better than under the Bolsheviks!
  Rosenberg replied:
  - They live quite well anyway! In the USSR, wages have been growing and prices have been falling in recent years. For example, every family has a radio, many beautiful and large houses have been built. I was in Lvov. Under the Poles, it was a dirty provincial city, but now the streets are as clean as in Berlin. And there is a lot of construction going on everywhere, the country resembles an anthill. Everything is in motion and there is more order. It must be said that under the Bolsheviks, there is strong discipline, many flower beds and flowers grow.
  Hitler interrupted with a wild squeal:
  - Stop praising the Bolsheviks! The communists achieved success only through violence and mass shootings! In general, gentlemen, until Russia becomes our colony, I forbid you to go there!
  Goebbels objected:
  - We need to know our enemies' weapons! After all, before storming a fortress, we need to study all its weak and strong points! That's what our intelligence works for! The main goal...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - I know! The role of intelligence in modern warfare cannot be underestimated! However, let Goering first tell us about his impressions from the front!
  The Reichsmarschall sat up, feeling hungry and angry. At Hitler's reception they usually served plant food and, at best, cakes. But meat and fish dishes only once a week! Goering began:
  - Overall, I must say that our troops fought bravely!
  Hitler interrupted:
  - Demagogy! Better talk about the shortcomings right away! What are your eyes wide open, we know the strong points of our army ourselves!
  Goering grunted:
  - The guns on our tanks are not the weakest!
  Hitler whistled:
  - Oh, come on! The Russians don't have enough heavy tanks!
  Himmler noted:
  - Not so little, lord!
  Hitler gently corrected:
  - Just call me Fuhrer!
  The chief executioner of the Third Reich bowed:
  - Yes, my Fuhrer!
  - That's better!
  Himmler muttered in confusion:
  - According to our estimates, Stalin already had more than one hundred and fifty thousand tanks BT, T-26, A-30, T-34, and IS, KV, we were unable to calculate the exact number.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - Not so little! For such a strange one, a lot!
  - And there are more than two hundred and twenty thousand tanks in total! Based on scraps of various documents, our people calculated that more than thirty thousand T-26s alone were produced. This is almost twice as many as our industry produced from 1934 to 1944.
  Hitler asked:
  - And how many did we release?
  Himmler growled:
  - Just a little over the last few years, more than two hundred seven and a half thousand! According to data from June 1, 1946, we have two hundred five thousand eight hundred sixty-seven tanks in service! - Himmler answered. - But that's not counting the captured ones. Moreover, many of the Russian tanks are without crews, they've been churned out, and there aren't enough people.
  Hitler asked again:
  - And how many trophies there are!
  Himmler began to list:
  - Four thousand six hundred French, not counting the obsolete light "Renaults", five eight hundred and fifty English, two hundred and forty Dutch, three hundred and twenty Belgian!
  Hitler asked:
  - Why not use them to attack the USSR? And where are you looking, idiots!
  Goering replied:
  - I think that we need everything in Africa, including oil, which is much easier to obtain than in Russia.
  Hitler grabbed Goering by the nose:
  - Are you seriously thinking that, hog?
  Goering croaked:
  - Well, it's obvious! The blacks are obedient, but the Russians are obstinate, and Africa doesn't have the harsh Russian winter. What is Russia to us if there are even richer lands, the development of which will bring everything.
  Rosenberg added:
  - And communism is too deeply rooted in the minds of Russians! It will be difficult to air it out!
  Hitler kneed Goering in the stomach and kicked Rosenberg in the butt. He began to scream:
  - Runts! Fat pigs! Do you want the Russians to attack us first and kill us!
  Goering replied:
  - There is no such data!
  Hitler barked:
  - And what will Himmler say?
  The Reichsfuehrer stated:
  - According to intelligence data, the Russians are secretly moving large forces to the border.
  Hitler squealed:
  - There! We heard it!
  Goering objected:
  - This could be a response to our concentration! Stalin is preparing to repel the Hitlerite threat!
  The Fuhrer grabbed the cake from the table and stuck it on Goering"s face:
  - Don't eat, you beast! Everyone has seen what a hog he is! We are trying to instill the idea that Stalin is a lamb.
  Goebbels noted:
  - Stalin is the most insidious tiger!
  Hitler slapped his sides:
  - Exactly! And whoever said that Stalin was not an executioner! He simply creates emptiness and "shit"!
  Hitler's entourage laughed affably:
  - That's true, Adolf!
  Hitler scowled:
  - I am Wolf-Adolf! And do not contradict me! And now Herman, if you want me to forgive you, dance! Although wait, first tell me what you saw in Belgrade, what were your impressions?
  Goering replied:
  - And what impressions can there be! Ruins and corpses! One of the Serbs was being tortured, and he was screaming: Stalin will come and take revenge on you! There were so many of these howls and curses!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - Yes, exactly! Stalin will come! That's what Germany's enemies are waiting for. It's better to forestall than to be forestalled, it's better to win than to retreat in fear! And you, pig, are spinning God knows what!
  Goebbels added:
  - Don't pretend to be Napoleon if you've only had Waterloos! However, there are plenty of such "fools" in the mental hospital!
  Hitler jumped up and stepped on the servant girl's bare, sharpened foot; she squealed and jumped back in fear:
  - Oh mein Führer!
  Hitler growled:
  - Truly I am above Napoleon, my conquests will be simply super! I am Hitler in saltpeter!
  Bormann noted:
  - Your brilliant foresight will allow us to crush the country of the Soviets in time. We will do it, Fuhrer!
  Goering noted:
  - There is too little time left before winter! Besides, we don't have long-range aviation to suppress the factories in the Urals.
  Hitler barked:
  - Why didn't you create it?
  - You have banned the increase in military spending!
  Hitler grabbed Goering by the ears:
  - And you are a pig!
  - But mein Führer!
  Hitler hissed:
  - I have been the Fuhrer for twenty-five years! And no one will question my authority! I will not dissemble - after all, I was born to rule, but not a rusty machine, but an entire state! Or the world!
  Goebbels sang:
  - Shadow, shadow, shadow, Adolf Hitler's shadow - flickering brightly in the darkness! Hitler's swastika on his stomach!
  Hitler interrupted:
  - You are devoted to me, Hebe! Well, I think everyone approves of my decision: to attack the USSR!
  Bormann replied:
  - If you swung, hit!
  Hitler approved:
  - Well said!
  Rosenberg noted:
  - Stalin has enough territory, why does he need our resettled lands of Europe. Especially since we offered him a colony in India.
  Hitler poked him in the chest with his finger:
  - Fool! You forgot what Lenin said: Communism will either win in the whole world or disappear! Or the Russian constitution of 1922, where it is written in black and white: the USSR will expand until the last republic in the world joins it!
  The last one.
  Rosenberg noted:
  - This is no longer in Stalin's constitution!
  Hitler replied:
  - The fangs of a wolf do not grow dull from sheep's clothing! Do you really think that the Bolsheviks have abandoned their thoughts about world domination?
  Rosenberg replied:
  - Stalin is a realist!
  Hitler whistled:
  - Stalin is the most consistent communist of all that history has known! He doesn't talk much, but he does! Isn't it amazing that in seventeen years of industrialization, the country has made such a colossal leap. An extraordinary military industry has been created. Even if Stalin doesn't attack this year, aggression will follow next year. And if it doesn't, it will still be harder for us to win with each passing year. The communist system is effective, and the sooner we put an end to it, the better!
  Goering grunted:
  - Hurry up!
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - Again?
  The fat Reichmarshal muttered:
  - I'm silent, I'm silent, I'm silent!
  - Then shut up! What a cretin! He wants to weaken our forces that are concentrated against Russia!
  The Fuhrer roared.
  Goering muttered:
  - That's how I want blacks to be our slaves!
  Hitler squealed:
  - You yourself are a slave to your own stupidity! We must put an end to the red plague before it spreads across the world!
  Bormann hissed:
  - You see an eclipse in the sky, a roar overhead! And a clouding in your head - a flock of cosmic howls!
  Hitler threw a handful of tangerines at Bormann:
  - Don't howl!
  Bormann shouted:
  - Heil Hitler! - And he began to gnaw on tangerines like a dog.
  The Fuhrer looked at them:
  - It's time to name the exact date of the attack on Russia.
  Idol noted:
  - We won't have time to bring up all the troops before June 15th anyway. Therefore, the attack must be carried out on the fifteenth!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - June 22nd would be better.
  Hitler turned around as if he had been electrocuted.
  - Why June 22?
  The chief propagandist replied:
  - A lucky day - the capitulation of France!
  Himmler noted:
  - I talked to astrologers, and they confirmed that the day of the summer solstice is the best day to crush the red bear! On this day, the attacker will be at his maximum strength!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - You, Geba and Gima, as is not always the case, coincided in your predictions! But it's not just that!
  Himmler asked:
  - And in what?
  The Fuhrer, sipping his alcoholic juice, replied with relish:
  - Have you heard about the prophecy about Tamerlane's grave?
  Himmler replied:
  - I don't remember! Although it seems that the one who opens the grave will suffer severe punishment! But this is not the first prophecy of this kind.
  Hitler grinned triumphantly:
  - No, not the first! But it is said that whoever dares to disturb the peace of the ruler will be swept away by a great war.
  Himmler narrowed his eyes:
  - And what?
  Hitler took out a paper:
  - Read the Soviet newspaper! Tamerlane's grave has been opened! The greatest conqueror, or rather his mummy, has been extracted! Now we must fulfill the prophecy and punish Stalin with a great war!
  Goebbels raised his hand:
  - Heil to the wise Hitler!
  Himmler noted:
  - Superstition is strength to those who use it, weakness to those who believe in it! Maybe Stalin is provoking us!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - The last thing Stalin wants is for us to hit him harder! Besides, being a communist and an atheist, he wants to show that all ancient prophecies are superstitions. And he is doing the opposite! But on the contrary, I want to achieve victory over the USSR with the help of higher powers!
  Goebbels noted:
  - For Germany, the USSR is an atheistic valley! Here is the USA with its fanatical Protestantism...
  Hitler replied:
  - Protestants are offended Catholics, and Orthodox Catholics are wild with beards! It all comes down to the Pope!
  Himmler muttered:
  - There is no rush on him!
  Hitler traced his finger across the tablecloth, and the girls practically removed it:
  - Yes, Otto would have finished off the head of the Vatican! However, Catholics can be used for one's own purposes. There are many of them!
  Goebbels quipped:
  - Like a crow in the trees!
  Hitler clenched his fist:
  - Of the Protestants, the most vile are Jehovah's Witnesses and Seventh-Day Adventists. The former irritate with their pacifism, and the latter with their Jewish Sabbath. Rotten sects.
  Himmler nodded:
  - Send them to a concentration camp!
  Hitler snorted:
  - To the gallows! Seventh-day Adventists imitate the Jews, with their Sabbath! It is an abomination! Whoever does not work on Saturdays will be sent to a penal ward, and if stubborn, to the gallows of the Sabbath-keepers.
  Goebbels nodded:
  - Right! But that's not enough, my Fuhrer! We need to hang the Seventh-Day Adventists
  hook by the ribs! So that they die slowly and painfully!
  Hitler shouted:
  - Seventh-day Adventists and Jehovah's Witnesses must be exterminated together with their families! Himmler must see to this! There must be detailed statistical reports!
  The chief executioner suggested:
  -Perhaps some of the sectarians will want to change their faith! Should they be given a chance to escape physical violence?
  Hitler replied:
  - If it's the Germans, then yes! We will inform that those who hand over the sectarian will also be paid a reward! Although perhaps the Vatican will only approve of this!
  Goebbels summed it up:
  - The only difference between psychos and saints is that the former are enclosed in an icon frame, while the latter are placed in a madhouse!
  Hitler's entourage laughed:
  - Bravo, what a great aphorism! Something like the one about a lie becoming truer with repetition!
  Hitler finished his juice:
  - Everyone is tired of stupid talk, let's relax! I want to see a good fight.
  The walls of the Imperial Chancellery parted, and in front of the Fuhrer's gang there was a large aquarium with transparent armor. At the bottom of it there was a heater, it regulated the temperature of the water, which was poured about knee-deep.
  The Fuhrer's gaze lit up:
  - Well, now it looks like we're going to see a wonderful spectacle! I want blood! Like Nero, I've revived the ancient Roman custom of gladiator fights during a feast. It's a wonderful pleasure!
  Goering was the first to shout:
  - Let the infinite wisdom of the Fuhrer shine!
  Hitler replied:
  - Nero was not only an emperor, but a singer, a poet, an Olympic winner. Oh, how grand it was to set Rome on fire! When I create a superweapon, I too will burn this city that I hate and build a new one far to the east! And I too will compose like Nero!
  Hitler stood in a pose, crossed his arms and began to squeal like a pig, absolute nonsense!
  Let there be rivers of blood,
  Flowing along the ground!
  Let them groan in pain,
  Fires everywhere!
  
  Let the world tremble,
  Will be thrown into hell!
  Let the sun go out,
  And the bones crunch in suffering!
  
  Cruelty will come flooding in,
  All people are doomed!
  The Lord will soon disappear,
  Satan will come!
  
  There will be no mercy,
  Punishment will come to everyone!
  I'll kill you all, bastards,
  The plane is bombing!
  
  Death has reaped the harvest,
  A mountain of dead bodies!
  But it's not enough for me,
  There is chaos!
  
  In short, the planet,
  I'll burn it to the ground!
  There is no more love,
  The horde is coming after me!
  When Hitler finished the song with a hoarse voice, the entourage applauded. Goebbels said:
  - We have written down your poems! They belong to humanity forever!
  Hitler sat down on the chair:
  - Enough of this empty talk! Now I want to enjoy a good fight!
  The girl in charge ran up to the aquarium and announced:
  - And now a gladiator battle!
  Hitler suggested:
  - With weapons!
  The girl confirmed:
  - Of course, great Fuhrer! How you love!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Turn on the heating so that the warriors fight faster, we have too little time!
  Two athletic girls with straight swords and daggers ran out into the arena. They were wearing only bathing suits, the stove had already been turned on, but it had not yet heated up, and the barefoot beauties were still enjoying themselves! The gladiator girls were fair-haired and athletic. They splashed water. Two more girls jumped out after them. These were already oriental beauties, also wearing only bathing suits, and they were smiling. And what teeth they had.
  The weapons are curved yataghans, tridents with short handles. They also bowed to the Fuhrer and his gang!
  Hitler hissed:
  - Wonderful divas! I see the fight will be interesting!
  Goebbels said boastfully:
  - Look at their tattoos, they are from criminals! The fight will be brutal and to the death, the girl explained the rules!
  Hitler asked:
  - Who will win?
  Goebbels replied, smiling:
  - Who will be stronger! There is no pre-calculated scenario here!
  Hitler relaxed:
  - All the better! It will make the fight even more interesting! And you're not going to place bets, you idiots!
  Goebbels replied:
  - And who will dare to make a bet different from the Fuhrer!
  Hitler nodded:
  - What's logical! You all imitate me and chatter! So there's no point in making an open bet! But I'll make a secret bet so you don't know. You'll make a bet in exactly the same way, it's going unnoticed!
  Hitler's entourage agreed. Goering howled:
  - You are as wise as always, Führer!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - And who would doubt my wisdom! Fuhrer means leader, and leader from the translation of Old German is wise! But genius is better, although the word genius is too weak to express admiration for me!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - The great genius of all times and peoples!
  Hitler grimaced:
  - That's what they call Stalin! No, come up with something stronger, king of propaganda! In the meantime, let's watch the fight.
  The Fuhrer and his entourage made secret bets. A heart-rending signal sounded. The girls began to spin rapidly, dancing with their feet.
  Then the blonde tried to punch the brunette in the stomach. She stuck out the tip of the trident, scratching her bare ankle.
  The girl cursed and threw the dagger, but missed. She splashed into the water and ran after him.
  The other two girls fought hard! So far they were being careful and not causing any significant damage to each other.
  Hitler shouted:
  - More energetic than a bitch!
  The electric stove under the girls quickly heated up, and their bare feet began to burn.
  The girls began to hack more furiously, blood flowed. The blonde's bra burst from the blow, exposing her breast. Tak hit her back, hitting her opponent in the shoulder. Blood dripped into the water and spread over it. The blonde missed a trident thrust into the stomach, but then cut off a nipple with a counter thrust. Both girls retreated, but the water became more and more scorching, pushing the beauties forward.
  Hitler roared:
  - Stab her! Stab her harder! And you, bitch, hit her on the head with your sword!
  The exchange of blows continued. The girls were already weakening from numerous cuts and wounds. Their bare feet were red from the hot water! Steam was already rising.
  Goebbels teased:
  - This is hell in life!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - This is not hell yet, but Adik! I will give them even worse.
  Here the black-haired beauty missed a dagger blow to the stomach and dropped to her knee. But the burning pain of boiling water made the girl jump up.
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - Die beautifully, bitch!
  A mortally wounded Mongolian beauty attacked and was stabbed in the eye with a sword. A nearby blonde was pierced in the carotid artery in her neck, staggered and fell into the almost boiling water.
  Hitler laughed:
  - That's much better! And we'll finish off the rest!
  The stubborn battle continued. Both girls were already reeling from incredible fatigue and wounds, but they could not finish each other off. Even Goebbels, who was radical in his hatred, suggested:
  - Or maybe we should declare it a draw!
  Hitler vehemently rejected:
  - Only the stupid or the weak offer a draw!
  At that moment the water boiled and a terrible girlish squeal was heard. The beauties jumped several times and, completely exhausted, fell into the boiling water, boiling alive.
  Hitler stood up and began waving his hands and applauded:
  - How wonderful! I love other people's pain and suffering! Especially when a beautiful girl suffers! Truly a heroic outcome!
  Goebbels replied:
  - But nobody won! Too bad I bet on the blondes!
  Goering gurgled:
  - And I'm into brunettes, they're more muscular!
  Hitler said triumphantly:
  - You are both asses! I just bet on all four of them to die and I won! So put your money down! But don't be sad, there is not much time left until June 22nd and soon a new life will begin for all of us!
  . CHAPTER #10.
  When they tried to resume the chain sawing process, SS men burst into the cell. They dealt light but painful blows to the children's soles, which had begun to heal after being roasted on the brazier. And they threatened to beat them harder. That is, as Alice understood, they were being watched without interruption.
  All that was left was to whisper. Then, when the young prisoners were fed again, and even some millet porridge on water was added to the nettle soup, their heads grew heavy. And Alice, sniffling, fell asleep.
  The Soviet troops were moving towards the last, most fortified line of the Seelow Heights. Depressing, huge losses, the hills were so densely covered with corpses, like a piano with broken keys. Even T-34 tanks were skidding in the blood and did not want to climb up. And the shells kept spewing and spewing, as if volcanoes had tilted and opened their mouths.
  Lava, a mixture of flame and lead, bombs filled with all kinds of explosives, thrown towards the Soviet flying armadas "Salamanders". And clashes, the Nazis are no longer averse to ramming. Such a ferocity arose, battles.
  The warrior girls themselves run into the attack, they see how the fascists' large-caliber machine guns, like worms, crawl out of their holes and spit deadly. And when such a heavy spit filled with explosives hits, the soldiers fly back, torn to pieces and with their bones smashed to smithereens.
  The tanks are stuck closer to the top, and the soldiers are pushing the armored personnel carriers up with their hands. At the same time, a roar, shouts of hurray, and swearing that makes you shudder are heard. A couple of armored personnel carriers run into mines, explode, and pieces of bodies fly in all directions.
  But the soldiers continue to advance, and several half-destroyed pillboxes have already been occupied by the Red Army.
  The girls shoot a lot, they were wounded again, but leaving their post is not for them. They simply taped the wound with cellophane and fell because of the movements.
  It was already dark, and when visibility deteriorates, it is more difficult to defend. Even if some of the enemy tanks and self-propelled guns buried in the ground have night vision devices.
  But there is no thought of retreat...
  Alisa Selezneva poked her partner in the shoulder:
  - Look what Jagdtiger is doing.
  - He's digging his own grave! - Angelica snapped.
  The most powerful tank destroyer in terms of armor-piercing power and protection, the Jagdtiger, quite accurately fired at the stuck Soviet T-34s and with powerful Isa barrels. Its almost thirty-kilogram armor-piercing shell, elementarily tore off the turret hull, leaving the crews no chance of survival. Destroying such a colossus, especially buried in the ground, covered with sandbags, is unusually difficult.
  Alisa Selezneva whispered to her friend:
  - I'll try to break his optical sight and night vision device.
  Angelica giggled cheerfully:
  - Hit the eyes... Funny! Usually women shoot with their eyes, not at the eyes. You've discovered something new!
  Alisa Selezneva, putting the butt of her rifle to her shoulders and resting her bare knee-high legs on the ground plowed by shells, took aim at the enemy and whispered:
  - If there's a sparrow nearby, we'll light a cannon! If there's a fly, shoot the fly, and the shooter, send him to the mental hospital!
  Angelica, having taken out the Fritz with another well-aimed shot, replied:
  - So the great talent of a circus actress is wasted. But usually in our country they send you to a camp, not a mental hospital!
  Alisa Selezneva, having broken the Jagdtiger's sight with a precise hit, playfully sang:
  - On the ruins of Berlin, Taras Bulba is killing his son! Why should we take Berlin - it's better to take the whole world at once!
  Angelica missed with laughter, and another "fascist" slipped away. The girl hit herself in the chin with her fist:
  - It's not like that at the front, there's no fun! Either you smoke on an empty stomach, or you drink with a hangover!
  Alisa Selezneva winked in response:
  - Well, I don't drink and no one will pour it down my throat. There is much greater joy than intoxication, for example, from the ability to move, sing and dance!
  Angelica missed again, her intuition for shooting to kill was not as well-developed as Alice's, and her laughter was extremely inappropriate when there were so many dead people around that you had to try not to step on the corpses. And sometimes you had to run over the remains of the bodies...
  The red-haired Siberian warrior said:
  - Now I understand that war has an unwomanly face, but women's impatience is in the desire for cannibalism!
  Alisa Selezneva also broke the night vision device and said with annoyance:
  - I don"t like breaking good things!
  Angelica snorted contemptuously:
  - What's so good about this device? I once looked into a trophy one... Everything is blurry, as if a healthy person put on glasses, and with a greenish tint.
  Alisa Selezneva answered reasonably:
  - Quality is known through comparison. We don't even have that!
  Angelique said confidently:
  - No, it will be! And even better than the Fritzes... But for fascist Germany, nothing will happen, there are just over forty kilometers left to Berlin. And we will pass them, no matter what it costs us or the enemy!
  Alisa Selezneva confirmed:
  - Well, of course we will! I am absolutely sure of that! But for now it wouldn't hurt for us to change our location...
  The girls ran, slapping the helmet with their graceful legs, covered with blisters and abrasions, almost to the knees, but still beautiful. The warriors even enjoyed this pain to some extent, flaunting courage inaccessible, even to many men.
  The third ridge was still not occupied. The attack aircraft were suffering losses, especially from the Focken-Wulf - a monster aircraft. The most powerful single-seat fighter in terms of armament and armor, this workhorse of the Second World War, was very unpleasant for the Il-2s. Some weakness in maneuverability in battle, also with not very maneuverable attack aircraft, did not particularly affect, but the strength of the armament...
  And the Yaks and Lavochki lagged behind...
  Alisa Selezneva, realizing that a Focken-Wulf cannot be shot down with a sniper rifle, knocked out either the Salamanders or the Me-109. There was already a chance here...
  Angelica was shooting at ground targets. With varying success, but snipers never miss, only in the movies. Or in low-quality action films. Even if Alice missed, it was unnoticeable. She didn't want to lose her reputation: a warrior-terminator!
  But Angelica was smearing more and more often. It wasn't just her fault, it was night, smoke, soot, even the air was shaking from the heat. But the Siberian warrior was annoyed by this and she sang:
  - Alisa Selezneva, take my word for it! She shoots like a cow from a Nazi madhouse!
  The golden-haired warrior ignored the stupid joke. Even though it was mocking.
  The Salamanders would fly in and out. They used their superiority in speed and maneuverability, and therefore tried to put pressure on the Russian aces, creating a local superiority in forces on one or another section of the front.
  He-162s, fluttering like butterflies, painted in khaki green and blue speckles. They performed a barrel roll, a dozen and a half of these lovely machines at once, then glided on their wings like a figure skater's skates.
  Alisa Selezneva clicked her tongue:
  - Bah! This is simply wonderful! But skaters, this will only save you from suffering!
  Butterflies actually get caught in the torch and fall!
  Meanwhile, in the night from the 17th to the 18th, Stalin gives the order:
  - Zhukov is having a hard time! Therefore, I order the shock troops of the first Ukrainian front to turn north and attack Berlin from the south!
  The commander gives orders, but the rank and file soldiers fight without thinking.
  Alisa Selezneva, having set another Salamander ablaze, kicked away a lump of earth with her bare heel and spoke out:
  - For some reason, it"s so easy to shoot down someone who flies!
  Angelica responded coherently:
  - Whoever ended up being hit by a simple cobblestone, their wings were crushed by stones already in flight!
  Alisa Selezneva giggled:
  - Well, that's dialectics! Dialectics of development and philosophy... As the French say...
  Angelica interrupted her partner:
  - There was Kutuzov - he beat the French! Now Stalin is a God of steel!
  The girls giggled again after these words, slapping each other's soles against each other. Alice, shooting more and more often and more quickly, even her automatic rifle overheated and burned her fingers. For example, she even managed to knock down the almost impenetrable Fokken-Wulf while it was performing a turn. Angelica praised:
  - Your eye is a diamond! When the eye is a diamond, unlike a natural stone, it is always at hand and does not need to be dug up!
  Alisa Selezneva jokingly noted another aphorism:
  - Even a cow needs pants if they are at the fork of a pasture and a watering hole! A woman values her clothes, a man the lack of them, and a tax collector the number of patches that can be hacked out of someone else's dress to patch up the state budget!
  There was a temporary lull in the sky, but then suddenly in the center of the positions of the advancing Soviet troops there was a bang, as if a meteorite had crashed into the Earth. Hundreds of infantrymen were torn apart, burned and thrown in different directions. They flew apart, it seemed that these were not people, but a whole wave of a tsunami arose, from living, torn and dead bodies.
  Angelica exclaimed, drowning out the noise:
  - Wow! What a hit! Even "Andryusha" doesn't hit like that!
  Alice suggested:
  - This is a Strumtiger, with its own bomb launcher. The most powerful of the tracked assault guns!
  Angelica threw up her hands:
  - I've never seen this fool before! It's probably a real self-propelled gun!
  - We need to see this SPG and neutralize it! - Alice declared. - Otherwise, we'll get a bathhouse!
  Angelica made an inappropriate joke:
  - We will go to the bathhouse: for a Russian person, a bathhouse is happiness!
  There was such chaos on the battlefield that Alisa Selezneva managed to record where the shot was coming from only when the second volley was fired. And both of them fired at once, the Sturmtigers. Those bombs thundered so loudly, so many casualties...
  Angelica, like Spinoza and Cicero rolled into one, said:
  - For the sake of art, performers make voluntary sacrifices, for the sake of military art, listeners are forced to sacrifice! The public always wants an encore for a masterpiece of art, there are no audiences left who want a repeat for a masterpiece of military art! Concerts of the maestro of art, people pay a lot of money for tickets, and they pay even more to avoid concerts of the maestro of military art!
  Alisa Selezneva interrupted her friend:
  - Come on, on my count, let's shoot straight into the channel of the wide muzzle of the cannon, then the bombs in the propellant charge will detonate!
  Angelica twirled her finger at her temple:
  - First you need to change your position so that the angle is straighter and stomp your feet!
  The warriors ran as fast as they could, but again they were too late. The stormtigers seemed to have received additional automatics when reloading, and their rate of fire increased. Moreover, not only the infantry suffered from the salvo, but also the tanks, the turrets were torn off, and the steel mixed with the flames in the devil's witch's cauldron.
  The girls, annoyed at their slowness, deliberately stepped into the fire with their bare, feminine feet, in order to punish themselves with pain!
  Angelica noted:
  - We deserve it!
  Alisa Selezneva, wincing from the pain and dancing barefoot on the fire, added:
  - And the enemies deserve even worse!
  Angelica replied:
  - It's better to kill one scoundrel than to expose a hundred; the latter is what the scoundrels do themselves!
  Alisa Selezneva, as a warrior from Lucifer, declared decisively:
  - That's exactly what we'll do!
  The girls took aim, dancing from the small flame, the pain and burns allowed them to concentrate. After all, this was their homeland, their brothers, the Russian soldiers, they had to win and take the last steps to Berlin. When communism wins, a person will never die at the hands of another person!
  Soft start, special bullets with increased armor-piercing ability flew out of the barrels. Here the main difficulty was not only to hit the muzzle. The Nazis were not fools either and protected the opening of the barrel with a cap like a teapot lid. Therefore, it was necessary to have time to insert it in that short moment when the lid lifted up in an instant from the shot. Then, like bullets pierce a mixture of several aggressive liquids...
  It exploded monstrously, first two explosions simultaneously, then several more from the detonation of another dozen bombs in the ammunition supply. Several nearby pillboxes and Fritzes were destroyed or seriously damaged, and impressive breaches were made in them.
  The blast wave was so strong that it almost knocked both warriors onto their backs. The girls shouted in joy:
  - Yes! This is just great!
  A satisfied voice was heard behind me:
  - I saw it! Girls, consider the Order of Glory, first degree, in your pocket... The man in the NKVD major's uniform corrected himself. - More precisely, on his chest! Well done, girls! However, these are not all of your exploits!
  Alisa Selezneva frowned:
  - This is just the beginning!
  Angelica jumped:
  - And most importantly, a good start!
  The major added:
  - This is the beginning, and the end is in Berlin! I won't be surprised if you also catch Hitler by the balls. After all, you girls are superhuman!
  The warriors answered modestly:
  - No, we are just Soviet women!
  The death of the Sturmtigers and the shock of the defeat seemed to have broken the Fritzes' strength, the third ridge had already been overcome on the morning of the eighteenth. The troops, in particular the tanks, crawled out onto more level ground. The girls even had to push such heavy vehicles!
  Angelica noted:
  - War is the most gambling game, only in it, unlike poker, the one who loses his fortune is the one who cannot subjugate himself to gambling!
  Alisa Selezneva added seriously:
  - Attacking in war is like racing a horse, only the racetrack has far more obstacles and corrupt jockeys!
  Angelica objected:
  - This aphorism is not accurate! At horse races you can bribe jockeys, during the attack the runner realizes that life is not for sale!
  The warriors ran even further... And baring their pearly teeth. Alisa Selezneva even sang:
  - Beauty, beauty, we're taking a cat, a goldfinch, a dog, Petka the bully, a monkey, half a tram to the madhouse! What a company!
  Angelica ran forward to the trenches and added:
  - A company that cannot be sold at auction!
  Alisa Selezneva nodded:
  - Yes! The CPSU will eat us!
  Angelica was surprised:
  - What is the CPSU? I don"t know such a term!
  Alisa Selezneva clarified in her own unique manner:
  - This can be translated as the Communist Party of the Soviet Union!
  Angelica shrugged her bruised shoulders:
  - But there is no such name yet...
  Alisa Selezneva raised her right fist:
  - Believe me, it will! It will definitely be!
  Angelica said:
  - Be healthy!
  Alisa Selezneva supported the serious joke:
  - I will definitely be there!
  On the plain the resistance was weaker, but still stubborn. The Ferdinands were especially annoying; these self-propelled guns, like huge bumblebees, would burst into Soviet equipment with their shells. It is not easy to destroy a Ferdinand; it is not for nothing that this self-propelled gun is the most common of the heavy ones and is second in numbers only to the Panzer-4.
  Angelica was seen in the bushes by an ambush Panzer... The machine weighs only twenty-two and a half tons, but has a Panther cannon. The low silhouette allows it to be easily camouflaged and strike from behind ambushes. Alisa also began to crawl towards the Panzer... A successful machine, but its full potential was not used due to the stupidity of the German command. In general, this is a strange phenomenon of the Second World War. The Soviet military command significantly improved in military art during the fighting, especially at the tactical level. And the Germans, on the contrary, began to manage troops much worse than at the beginning of the war. Because of this, even the increased amount of equipment (in 1944, more tanks and self-propelled guns were produced per month than in the whole of 1940!), did not help them withstand Soviet attacks. For example, if we take the production of weapons, then in forty-third and forty-fourth years, the proportions in the ratio of equipment production were better for the Germans than in forty-first and forty-second years. But the course of military operations did not become more favorable for the Third Reich, but rather the opposite!
  Girls, they didn't stop at destroying the Panzer-4's optics, they also blew up the vehicle with captured cumulative grenades. First one Panzer, and then the next one...
  Angelica laughed:
  - This is how we beat these vipers!
  Alisa Selezneva, baring her dagger-like teeth, agreed:
  - We're pounding so hard that even a turtle's shell wouldn't save Panzer-4!
  There were quite a few teenagers in the trenches, apparently recently drafted. There were even some boys with snot noses who didn't even look like teenagers, about nine or ten years old. They looked confused and scared.
  The boys have weapons, 20-millimeter recoilless rifles. They are light, and at close range they can fry infantry or destroy a tank track. Here is one small, fair-haired boy, buried in ambush, only his bare heels sticking out. Many boys are barefoot, there were no boots of the right size, and in Germany in mid-April the weather is like in Russia in warm May. The boys of the Third Reich, however, do not run away from fear, like, for example, the elderly German militiamen who raise their paws up at the first opportunity, or run to Berlin.
  Only the boys cover their ears to go deaf from the shells exploding and the howl of the burning gifts "Andryusha" and "Katyusha". And so they fight to the end. Some even resort to deception, let the Red Army soldiers get closer, holding up white rags, and then blow themselves up along with them. Brave children, stupefied by propaganda, and much more critically minded adults, especially those who remember the times before Hitler well and did not allow themselves to be completely brainwashed.
  Therefore, the closer to Berlin, the fewer adults flee to the rear, and the more often beardless but brave boys fight.
  But among the fighters, German girls began to appear much more often. Hitler, to his credit, considered it the duty of a ruler to protect women and not send them to the front as cannon fodder. Moreover, the shortage of men from a demographic point of view is not so terrible, one male can fertilize a hundred females. But a woman needs nine months to bear a child and another two years for recovery.
  Alisa Selezneva, seeing that Angelica was shooting at the boys, hit the barrel, exclaiming:
  - You can't kill children! Do you understand, are you a woman or a she-wolf?
  Angelica snapped back, as fierce as a panther:
  - And can they kill us?
  Alisa Selezneva noted:
  - They are children, they do not understand... Besides, there are different levels of morality. The morality of fascism is base, the morality of communism is sublime. Based on this, we must understand that we cannot, should not be as bad as our enemy. Otherwise, what is the point of us claiming the role of good in the battle with evil.
  Angelica wanted to respond with an aphorism, but her head was empty, like a reveler's wallet. And nothing witty or caustic came to mind.
  Alisa Selezneva patted her friend on the shoulder:
  - That's it! Although Stalin said that we will respond to the enemy's attack with a triple blow, he did not mean at all that meanness should be responded to with triple meanness. And cruelty with triple cruelty! In this case, the principle of an eye for an eye is not our principle!
  Angelica winced with annoyance and quite reasonably remarked:
  - The old guys are running away, they have a much stronger instinct for survival at any cost. So, that's a very controversial idea... That is, I wanted to say that soon we will have no one to shoot at except for snot-nosed suckers... So, what can make us turn back?
  Alisa Selezneva pointed her index finger to the West at Angelica:
  - You see, the "Panthers" are crawling, believe me, we will still have someone to fight and strike here! Isn't it clear!
  Angelica asked her friend:
  - That my hands are shaking from fatigue, and my legs too... Maybe you could sing me something cheerful?
  Alisa Selezneva replied:
  - Yes, I haven't slept a wink for five days either! Should I sing to cheer you up? Something old?
  Angelica jerked her head angrily, like a mare:
  - No! To hell with this old stuff! Let's sing something new, cheerful, Soviet!
  Alisa Selezneva made a face:
  - It will be fun, but judge for yourself how Soviet it is!
  Angelica missed, angrily poked the butt of the gun into her cheek, muttering:
  - We don't need unnecessary pathos! We need soulful, beautiful, and poetic...
  Alisa Selezneva began to sing in her magnificent, inimitable voice, stamping her bare feet:
  Soviet spirit, don't fall in battle,
  Oh, red rays of the spring sun!
  Even though the Fuhrer surrounded himself with a stone fence,
  Our hammer beats like a drum in the darkness!
  
  In the deep rear our groves are -
  And the golden grains of honey from native fields!
  Let the red flag flutter over the army,
  And airplanes are the wings of cranes in the sky!
  
  Let the path of the Fatherland become higher;
  We are raising communism over the planet!
  We hear the voice of a hundred thousand strong nations,
  All on high and not a step down, knight!
  
  Believe me, autumn will not come to the country,
  And we won't freeze under the snow!
  Girls, you better stop moping around.
  Our army will return, know that, with a glorious victory!
  
  Berlin will fall, we see soon,
  And we are not at all afraid of the "Panthers" and "Tigers"!
  There will be sentences for the Fritzes,
  Well, receive your rewards, sons of Rus'!
  
  And our courage is like a flame,
  Fascism will crumble to stinking dust!
  And the firmness of the will is like a stone,
  The shell roars, devastatingly - bang!
  
  Ignoring the prayers of Satan,
  The Lord decided that it should be this way!
  Let's cleanse the Earth of Nazism,
  After all, the planet is not a pub for the Fritzes!
  
  Of course, we paid a lot,
  An ocean of ours simply perished!
  Now Russia is in red power,
  And the Devil's deception will not return again!
  
  After all, the cause of communism is sacred,
  There is absolute, boundless goodness in it!
  And according to the very true laws of dualism,
  Capitalism is not destined to flourish!
  
  So that hunger does not torment the people,
  Collective farms must be established everywhere!
  It will only take four years,
  The Almighty will give a solid five for the construction!
  
  And then there is space - the courtyard of the Universe,
  It's a good idea to sweep it with a powerful broom!
  With this powerful, imperishable glory -
  In which every person is a big hero!
  
  Don't cry, widows, for the soldiers,
  After all, science has no impossible goals!
  They will be rewarded with the resurrection,
  And from us, we will send you a bouquet of scarlet roses!
  . CHAPTER #11.
  Iria, the famous Supergirl, was of course friends with Alice. And she guessed that she was up to something with her unbearable boys. Maybe she wanted to fly to another planet again? Or to fairy-tale times, in the universe of human fantasies?
  Iria wasn't particularly worried yet. She was very beautiful, and her broad shoulders and defined muscles were not uncommon among Earth women.
  Advanced technologies made it possible to send biocurrents through the body, stimulating reflex muscle contraction and training, even when you are playing something in the Hypernet matrix.
  Various kinds of games, completely free, and simulating the most real reality in a virtual world, maybe even more intense than in a real body.
  It must be said that for the civilization of the twenty-second century this turned out to be a much more serious danger than various space pirates and mafia. This is indeed a craze for games and adventures. Where you can win everything if you want, and play out any situation. Including star wars.
  Iria, in fact, almost flew into such a whirlpool herself. How she liked to fight the hordes of Palpatine or Count Dooku. And especially to fight with lightsabers.
  But this, of course, is not exactly what a space explorer needs to do.
  Moreover, time did not go as it did for Iria in her eternal childhood. Here she has two daughters: Angelina, Aphrodite - already quite grown up. Large, tall girls, with rolling balls of muscles under their tanned skin. They are also athletic and love to fight. And also to perform in martial arts. This is also quite fashionable among modern, earthly women. Moreover, there is full contact, and the bruises and fractures are real. But, of course, medicine of the late twenty-second century will even grow a severed leg in half an hour, and you will not notice the difference.
  There are no more cripples or sick people on planet Earth.
  Iria flies with the help of nanobots. You can wear sneakers, but the beautiful and athletic girl likes to work barefoot and her bare toes are very nimble.
  There are many wonderful things in Moscow at the end of the twenty-second century. The Kremlin has been enlarged and can be seen for hundreds of kilometers. The stars are huge and thermoquark synthesis is burning in them. Moreover, they sparkle with all the colors of the rainbow. The walls also have a rich range of colors and shades and are very beautiful and varied in shape. There is also an analogue of the Eiffel Tower in the capital - fifty kilometers high and sparkling with gold and large, artificially grown, faceted diamonds.
  There are many fountains in the capital. The largest of them shoots as many as forty jets, each as high as three Mount Chomolungma. Moreover, the fountains have different colors and unique, bright shades.
  Iria admired this fabulous spectacle. The capital was being built and renewed. New buildings were appearing, old ones were being demolished or transformed. Everything was changing, even the drawings and lines of the avenues.
  The Kremlin was also modernized. New towers were added and old ones were replaced. And it grew noticeably in size, which Iria had dismissed over several decades of life on planet Earth. She herself is not local, but of human race, and her husband is Tadeusz. And they have four daughters. The eldest, Wanda, is unknown where, now in deep space, an explorer. Aphrodite and Angelina perform in fights without rules and in various shows. The fourth daughter is the same age as Alisa, and is still studying at school.
  Tadeusz, however, wants a son. And Iria promised that she would do it. The sex of the child, of course, can be controlled - and you don"t even have to carry it yourself. There are cyber wombs. But Iria wanted to have daughters. Moreover, she really didn"t like Pashka. And she didn"t want her offspring to look like him.
  It should also be noted that, given that old age is over, people, if they do not die from violence, could now live practically indefinitely. How long exactly is not yet known. But given that science and medicine continue to develop, then practically forever.
  This means that even taking into account that people are capable of flying to neighboring galaxies, the birth rate should be restrained. So for now, children can be made no more often than once every ten years. Of course, not everyone likes this. But the Universe is already quite densely populated, and there are too many different civilizations of life forms to reproduce without restrictions.
  Yes, in Alice's world, people are far from alone in the universe. And waging star wars is considered savagery. Only in the games of the virtual matrix is it possible. And it's interesting! Iria herself was into it at one time. But it's easy to lose your head here. Wanda almost went crazy, but she still stopped in time and took up more serious matters. For example, exploring the vastness of the universe and other galaxies. Maybe even less populated ones.
  And where people can settle.
  Professor Seleznev is not wasting his time either. In particular, people are settling Jupiter. There, gravity - flows of gravitons are collected in special generators that provide energy. And as a result, the planet has Earth's gravity and a breathable atmosphere.
  Cities are built. Here and division of bacilli-bricks, plants and technology. There are many different ways to build. But, of course, everything is done quickly and firmly. But it is never too late to change buildings.
  Iria included a hologram of Jupiter. The style characteristic of this planet. Love for the massive, and the pyramid shape. But here is the newest temple of the combination of Gods, so airy and beautiful, as if made of inflatable foam and floating in the air.
  Humanity in the future considers all religions to be fairy tales and builds temples to different gods. There are minarets, Buddhism, and Orthodox with golden domes.
  Orthodoxy has changed. The number of saints has increased, even Stalin, Zhukov, Putin, Ivan the Terrible, Peter the Great and others have been added to them. Fasts have been abolished, as have many restrictions. And most importantly, the dogma of the infallibility of the Bible has been abolished, making it a philosophical book, human wisdom.
  But, of course, many prayed in the old-fashioned way, although discos, gaming halls, saunas, swimming pools and an entire entertainment industry appeared at churches.
  Muslims also agreed to consider the Koran as the wisdom of the ancients, especially since they didn't really want to pray and fast five times a day. And the burqa had become obsolete. Progress allowed people everything. And man gradually freed himself from superstition. And life extension and rejuvenation freed him from the fear of death. People now became like angels in their capabilities. And they got acquainted with other worlds, which also led to the erosion of religions. Although Buddhism, with its belief in many intelligent worlds, even became more popular. Of course, without such extremes as monasticism and asceticism.
  People were striving for happiness. And their problems were solved. Science gave a lot. Including the opportunity to make any dream come true.
  Iria, for example, could become the ruler of the universe with a complete illusion of real embodiment. Or even a trillion universes. True, virtual omnipotence could discourage the desire to do something real and genuine.
  Iria had a chat with Seleznev. He looked about twenty years old. Of course, this is a rejuvenating effect. And Iria herself is young and fresh.
  Professor Seleznev told her:
  - Everything is going great! It's even kind of boring that it's easy. You think about whether to dash to the edge of the galaxy again.
  Iria remarked harshly:
  - Don't look for difficulties, they will come themselves!
  Professor Seleznev noted:
  - We'll soon fly to another galaxy. How's Alice?
  Iria noted sternly:
  - She"s up to something... I can"t get in touch with her yet!
  Seleznev suggested:
  - Don't fuss! Alice is a master at getting out of hopeless situations. And as always, she will win convincingly!
  The Titan girl noted:
  - Sometimes my help is not superfluous. So if Alice doesn't get in touch before dinner, I'll look for her!
  After that, Iria switched to the Jupiter stadium. There were competitions in various games. For example, virtual tanks were being fought. Not from the Second World War, but flying ones, and quite futuristic, modern ones. And they shoot at each other and dodge and lose lives when hit.
  However, there are also more classic duels. On light swords, or fights without weapons. It is especially interesting when young men fight against girls, or what is even cooler, a man against an alien. For example, Angelina, a blonde, fights a monster: like a spider, only it has twelve legs with pincers, and a rooster's head.
  Well, it's quite up to par.
  Here the girl in the bikini turned around and hit the beak with her bare foot. The monster is shaking and trying to let go of its mouth.
  Angelina does the spin again, and kicks so beautifully. She is a girl of the highest combat aerobatics. She avoids the lunge of the claw and kicks again.
  They even wanted to ban full-contact fights without rules more than once, as inhumane. But people wanted freedom. Including getting punched in the face in the ring.
  Angelina hesitated a little and allowed herself to be scratched. Blood came out. Iria thought that maybe her daughter had intentionally exposed herself so that the fight would not be too one-sided. Despite all the temptations of the matrix, real fights are very popular. And people want to fight.
  Even traditional boxing is not dead. Although it has many biorobot participants, and aneroid robots. But people also fight in the ring.
  Angelina takes a hit and misses again. The crowd starts to make noise.
  Aria looked at another projection. Clones of Capablanca and Alekhine are playing chess. They haven't learned to resurrect the dead yet, but it is quite possible to clone a person from one cell and even a DNA molecule. And it is being done. Both clones are young, and they play at a blitz pace. There are different types of chess, too. And with a large number of figures, too.
  Iria looked at the game for a while. It was a draw, Capablanca had only a knight left, and Alekhine had a bishop. They shook hands and sat down at the boards again.
  Iria whistled and sang:
  - A huge motley board,
  The engines are humming on it...
  The living troops are moving,
  And tanks and battleships...
  Then she switched back to her daughter's fight. Angelina, like a true artist, pretended to lose. It's something like wrestling, where the fighters are like in a Hollywood movie. First one wins, then the other. But someone will definitely win, and unexpectedly.
  Or even one is beaten fifteen rounds. And he suddenly learns karate. And starts crushing the enemy in the last round. It even turns out funny.
  But Angelina, of course, will fall artistically, and the robot judge will count, and then get up and win...
  She is certainly not Vladimir Klitschko, one of the best, and maybe even the best heavyweight in history in terms of defense technique. By the way, you can watch the fight of his clone with a copy of Muhammad Ali.
  Vladimir worked well with his left hand and outplayed Ali on points.
  Iria, however, did not really like clone duels. If only she could really learn to resurrect the dead. Then the empress killed by her adopted son would return. But now you can only communicate with her in a virtual world. Or make a clone? But the law of this planet forbids cloning members of the imperial family.
  And on planet Earth it is forbidden to make clones of living people, and the dead are regulated. It is clear why. Here in Alice they stamped out clones, and from this there was such nonsense.
  Irina looked at a few more stadiums. The stands are half empty, and there are a lot of holograms. Here are children fighting. Boys in shorts, waving their bare feet, and colliding. Something like Thai boxing. There is no technology here. And there is technology - flights. There are adults and children fighting in the air. Or in a vacuum, water, liquid helium.
  And what don't the guys do in fights? Iria looks at this and jumps up herself.
  She wanted something tasty. The machine immediately turned on a hologram with a menu in front of her. Iria ordered ice cream with Martian strawberries and strawberries from Venus. And this is wild chic. At least there will be some kind of gift. And on top of that, the famous Swiss chocolate.
  There is communism on planet Earth, and a global community of states has formed. All countries have become a convention. In fact, humanity is one.
  And progress solved people's material problems. Everything began to be produced in abundance.
  Iria remembered her favorite strategy: "History of the Earth". There you have the beginning: five workers similar to gorillas in animal skins, and a certain amount of resources. And then you build first of all a community center, to stamp out new workers. And of course, first of all you get food, and then everything else. And everything goes from simple to complex.
  The strategy is long, but interesting. Iria played it in the Hypernet matrix. There it is all so natural that your head splits.
  It's easier to do something yourself in a shooter or a movie. For example, you play a classic. The toilet is beaten by an evil landlady, you can intervene one way or another.
  Or Iria in the novel "The Man Who Laughs" changed the ending. The blind girl regained her sight. The lord jester regained his former face. The duel did not take place. And Iria convinced the English parliament to help the poor. Although here too one must be careful. So as not to develop dependency. Here Conan Doyle, in one of his novels, very brilliantly showed what unlimited wealth can lead to. And even a very good person, in his desire to make everyone happy, is capable of even harm.
  Alas, it happens. Although, of course, such wealth is a fairy tale. But the fairy tale is very beautiful.
  And instructive at the same time. Although maybe all the troubles of the planet Earth were from money?
  Communism has improved many things, including human morality.
  Iria flew higher... She looked towards the Kremlin. How the stars sparkled. How huge the Kremlin is. And what is inside it. And temples and palaces.
  Moreover, the temples are syncretic from many religions. Also politically correct. All beliefs should be represented.
  Iria was surprised at how irreconcilable people could sometimes be in religious disputes.
  For example, real religious wars were waged on Saturday or Trinity.
  Iria, of course, understood that people in ancient times considered this important. But really, is it so fanatical to fight for church dogmas?
  And what about the belief in the end of the world? People should not fight, but make peace.
  The heroic girl contacted the youngest daughter. She was a sweet, and naturally athletic girl, with a multi-colored hairdo. She winked at her mother and said:
  - Studies are going great!
  Iria noted with a grin:
  - By any chance, does the program learn for you?
  The girl was offended:
  - Of course not! My mother is capable, and my father is a professor!
  Iria noted:
  - Study and have fun in moderation. Otherwise, when you grow up... You can get into the abyss of entertainment with your head!
  The girl squealed:
  - I am very pulsar!
  Iria knew firsthand how one could end up in the abyss of entertainment. She herself found herself in a difficult situation. And almost went blind from happiness.
  But, in fact, it is not easy to crawl out of a virtual game. And you don"t really want to.
  It takes a lot of willpower to crawl out of this pool.
  Iria flew a little more... The city of Moscow is so wonderful and beautiful. For example, some buildings in the form of squirrels and bunnies move and play football. It is interesting to live in such a house, especially for children. And it is cool for the one inside with swords. Who with a tail, then with paws, the animals-buildings will throw.
  Iria remembered one very ancient film, from the twentieth century. There, Tsar Ivan the Terrible, having traveled in a time machine, looked at Moscow and said:
  - Beautiful!
  But this was the capital, back in the sixties of the century before last. What would he think now? More precisely, he would say!
  There are so many wonderful things in the capital. There is a zoo floating in the sky with a great many alien animals.
  Iria has already been there. There are very interesting animals. Hybrids, for example, of an elephant and a rose, or a rhinoceros with a shark and a peacock. Yes, this animal has a horn, and fins, and a fluffy tail. One of the most beautiful is a turtle the size of a Tiger-2 tank with a diamond shell. The shell just sparkles.
  There are also mammoths with tusks like cut diamonds. And trunks like asters.
  Iria had been to zoos. And Alisa's father, together with engineer Green, collected collections on different planets. Here, in particular, is an indicator that changes color depending on the mood. Or some funny little animals that embody human dreams in holograms.
  Iria rose higher. To see Moscow from a greater angle. There was a lot to see. There were so many flying machines in the sky. And all so beautiful and graceful.
  Air cars are usually streamlined. But there are some in the form of flower buds, and others like samovars. Some resemble shoes. And most often these are sneakers - the most fashionable clothes. There are flying machines in the form of ancient sailing ships. And this is also beautiful.
  Here is a frigate sailing through the air. And on the sails a real movie is shown in color pictures. There are also films from different eras. Some black and white pictures are very interesting. And you can watch them without stopping.
  Iria once watched a work on a revolutionary theme. Impressive! Some pictures can be brought to life and changed. More precisely, not some, but all. In addition, any film can be watched both in black and white and in color. And there are films made by the program.
  It's interesting. You write a story, and the computer makes a film of it. Or even the program itself composes it at random. It can be on any topic.
  Everyone can make their own movies. They can also get inside the work in a virtual world and act there themselves. For example, save Chapaev or Spartacus. Help Yemelyan Pugachev or Stenka Razin win. You can win the war with Japan or conquer the whole world, finding yourself in the place of Ivan the Terrible.
  There are many things that can be done, or not done. This is an interesting Hypernet universe.
  Iria, for example, adored the series about Arbuzik and Bebeshka. These boys have been everywhere. In space, on other planets, and exposed star gangs. The characters of this fairy tale about children-heroes have become very fashionable.
  Iria herself was very enthusiastic about this. Arbuzika and Bebeshka - these boys were drawn differently. And they were played by different boys. There is a series where girls or elves were under these names. So you can find almost an infinity of different forms and different characters.
  Iria was amazed by this diversity of genres and works.
  But now she wanted ice cream. And she ordered a portion at the air kiosk. The choice here is very rich. Iria chose a mixture of Jupiter melon and Mercury bananas as a filling, and chocolate filling from Sirius.
  There is much more exoticism and subtle aromas of alien worlds.
  Iria began to slowly and relishly lick the ice cream in a gold glass strewn with small diamonds. And she held it with the bare toes of her strong and nimble feet.
  The terminator girl enjoyed herself and felt anxious. No, there was clearly something wrong with Alice.
  Maybe the eternal girl got into trouble? Iria tried to contact Alice again. Silence... And or blocking of messages.
  Iria decided not to panic for now, but to finish her ice cream. And collect her thoughts. How to look for Alice? Well, in the twenty-second century there are a lot of microcameras everywhere. Some are even the size of a molecule. But the system is democratic and surveillance is prohibited. This is what caused the collisions. For example, when space pirates were walking around Moscow and even got into a time machine. Although they were recorded and neutralized. But they were a little late. They could have killed someone with a blaster. And they also broke the robot Veiter. True, it was later restored.
  Well, different things happen in the future. But Alice was still recorded, and if anything happens, she will be seen and found.
  Iria even thought that the girl might be angry with her - like, you don't let her go, but she is essentially an adult, only a child in appearance. And she has already experienced and seen so much.
  Eternal childhood with adventures... Something that doesn't quite lend itself to rational explanation.
  Although with modern technology, an old man can become the body of a real ten-year-old boy, and a man a real girl capable of giving birth to children. Bioengineering has developed and has become almost omnipotent.
  Maybe it's not a miracle, but something quite conscious. Or maybe Alisa, Pashka and Arkasha don't want to grow up, and reality obeys their wishes?
  How was it with Peter Pan?
  Iria finished her ice cream and handed back the elegant wine glass. Gold in the future communist paradise is inexpensive. Firstly, it can be made relatively easily from lead. Secondly, quite a lot of gold is contained in asteroids and Jupiter's satellites. And diamonds are almost free, they can even be synthesized using a device the size of a matchbox from carbon dioxide, or simple coal, or grass.
  That's why there are so many diamonds - carbon is a common element. Rubies, topazes, emeralds, sapphires - it is a little more difficult to synthesize, or to extract from asteroids. By the way, on some satellites of Jupiter and Saturn, the surface is entirely made of diamond stones or dust.
  Diamonds are beautiful, beyond words. But their excessive availability deprives them of value.
  Exactly, any food can be obtained via the Hypernet. Moreover, natural, synthetic and bioplasmic. The latter can be devoured in tons, for pleasure.
  Iria flew at the speed of a propeller-driven fighter from World War II.
  For example, on the streets there is some leaky plastic. It is not very popular, as it is more practical to travel by air. Or even easier with the help of a zero-transition. Moreover, such buses were invented quite a long time ago. But to fly yourself, as it was even in ancient times in a dream, is much more attractive.
  Here children fly through the air like midges. They play, frolic, spin. Studying takes very little time. And many even take exams and gain knowledge through the Hypernet.
  Or you can simply learn a foreign language, recording it in your brain, like a computer hard drive. Or this or that information.
  So children have a lot of free time. They like different types of games. Some even prefer to play the old-fashioned way, like in the early twenty-first century. Although the most fashionable is, of course, the effect of reality and the virtual matrix.
  But some people are not against it, and control with a joystick. And use holograms, or even an ancient monitor. This is perhaps especially fashionable in strategies. There are more traditional methods - they allow you to make decisions and give orders faster. And events develop faster and the dynamics are higher.
  But if you command in a virtual world the old-fashioned way, then the strategy risks dragging on for months.
  Iria looked at the flying stadium. There are children playing hockey there. Only a little different, with jumps and twists. And the ice is not made of water, but solid hydrogen.
  Yes, it looks great. The children bare their teeth and jump up.
  And there are several washers, and they change directions every now and then. And they jump like little jumpers.
  Iria sang:
  - Real men play hockey, a coward doesn't play hockey! A coward doesn't play hockey!
  After which the girl sped up the flight. For example, there is the Palace of Versailles hanging in the air, exactly the same as it was built for Louis XIV. Life-size, and you can see it from the inside.
  Although there aren't many people who want to. Iria winked at the girl who was heading there, stomping through the air.
  She even sang:
  - Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up! If it's hard in this battle, don't be shy! Smile, smile, smile! Believe, everything will be fine and okay!
  Yes, that can really be said very well. And you spin around in the air like a ball.
  Iria flew around the palace. She felt like a space princess who had defeated the pirates. Oh, Alice, you are simply an expert in this matter.
  Iria sang, savoring the words:
  - We are air pirates,
  We really love to splurge...
  From paycheck to paycheck,
  We love making money!
  And the girl did a loop in the air... No, definitely, she will be an ace. Iria flew further, and increased her speed.
  At the same time, thoughts about Alice were becoming more and more disturbing. Maybe this was even a premonition of trouble?
  Really, something had to be done. Iria thought that her daughters might need it. The intuition of the female terminator showed that this time Alice had really gotten herself into something serious. And the piano in the bushes was not in the cards for her.
  Besides, Iria didn't want to be selfish. Really, to do everything herself, and leave her daughters without a prize, and the opportunity to prove themselves? It's not nice. Afrodita and Angelina deserve something more than just waving their arms and legs in the ring, for the amusement of the crowd.
  Iria called an interplanetary taxi. It was practically free.
  The robot driver asked the girl:
  - Where do you want to go, beauty?
  Iria stated:
  - To the capital of Jupiter! And preferably as quickly as possible!
  The robot replied with a smile:
  - We have our own rules! You can't go too fast!
  Iria wanted to say that she was ready to pay for the urgency, but changed her mind. Indeed, it was stupid to shell out for a couple of dozen minutes. Moreover, there was no reason to worry about Alisa for now. Although it would be good to contact Pashka.
  Iria sat down in the chair. She threw the gum, which the machine helpfully gave her, into her mouth with her bare toes. It's good under the communism of the bright future, you can ride for free and have a snack in the taxi. And at the same time the girl contacted Pashka. Of course, the connection didn't work. But a message was glowing in the cloud:
  - He went to save the past for the sake of the future!
  Iria whistled and said out loud:
  - I was also thinking that it wouldn't hurt to drop by the Institute of Time. Alisochka often hung out there with her friends!
  And the star warrior laughed. If so, then the search area is noticeably narrowed. You can't move in time unnoticed, if so, then the automation will track the era. Be it fairy-tale times, the past or something else.
  True, after the episode with the space pirates who were looking for a milophone in the past, travel to the planet's past was taken under strict control, and children will definitely not be allowed there. Only special agents can do something there, but very carefully, so as not to change the future. For example, Hitler's memoirs, which burned in the fire of the Imperial Chancellery, can be retrieved, but the Fuhrer himself, no matter how much you want to kill him, should not. Otherwise, you never know what will happen in the bright communist future. After all, it's good to live in the twenty-second century. In any case, any person can have what he dreams of. Even if a guy doesn't have a girlfriend, he can order a biorobot for almost free of charge, capable of doing everything like a real person, and even giving birth to children.
  And in the Hypernet matrix, you can have a whole harem, or even a thousand harems. Even if it is an illusion, it is indistinguishable from the real thing.
  Iria contacted her daughters and said laconically into the hologram:
  - I'll be there soon!
  Aphrodite asked with a smile:
  - I feel it's not for nothing? Will it work?
  Iria answered confidently:
  - Will!
  . CHAPTER #12.
  Alisa Selezneva and her team after a whole day in prison. Very boring and routine. When you can't even saw chains, fell asleep. In a dream, at least you have some entertainment and consolation and it's not so crap.
  Quite the opposite: everything is going heroically.
  Alisa Selezneva and Angelica fought on the approaches to Berlin. The resistance of the Fritzes weakened, from the southern flank, having overcome the fields of the threshold of the underworld, Soviet tanks of the first Ukrainian front appeared. The sniper girls, as usual, gathered a generous harvest with their rifles, red-hot from the shooting ranges.
  However, they soon had to change their weapons, the barrels of the rifles had warped due to frequent use, and the aiming dropped to almost zero. Alisa Selezneva said with a sad look, handing over her weapon to the repairmen:
  - My dear, you've served... You've given it your all! I believe, however, that the end of the war is just around the corner.
  Angelica responded sarcastically to her overly sentimental friend:
  - There are no mountains on our way, the last Seelow Heights are already behind us. Further on there will only be mountains of corpses on the streets of Berlin.
  On Hitler's birthday, April 20, the fascists launched what the Red Army soldiers had already hoped for, the final counterattack. First, the mighty V-2 rockets thundered in the deep rear. The girls could not see how many losses the Soviet troops suffered from these gifts and whether the approaching reserves suffered.
  Barefoot girl Alisa Selezneva suggested without much enthusiasm:
  - Let's burn a tank for every rocket the Nazis launch. Do you like that proposal?
  Angelica giggled in response and showed her large teeth:
  - Very much! But it would be better not to have one tank, but two or three!
  Here, Hitler's tanks, including the famous E-100, really did start crawling towards the Soviet positions. The latter vehicle was an analogue of the earlier development of the "Maus", but unlike the not very successful Porsche version, the new young and talented designers used a different arrangement of the transmission and engine, similar to the Soviet T-44 tank. As a result, while maintaining the same armament of two 150-millimeter cannons, or 128-millimeters (tank destroyer version!), and a 75-millimeter short-barreled gun firing fragmentation shells at infantry. As well as the previous powerful armor of the head and hull, and the sides and stern of at least 220 millimeters, and the front of 250 millimeters (at a large angle of rational inclination), the weight of the vehicle decreased from 188 to about 100 tons, and the height was reduced by almost one and a half meters. The speed increased from 18 to 40 kilometers according to the chassis.
  So the E-100, which appeared at the very end of the war, is undoubtedly the leader among all tanks in terms of armament and armor, but now this word is a poultice for a dead man.
  There are only five of these powerful machines, two with 150-millimeter guns, and three with 128... They look a bit like mice, only much more flattened than the previous "Mauses". Looking at them makes you feel uneasy. Especially when the tank destroyers' guns start firing at the armored Soviet vehicles that have broken away from the infantry.
  Here are the first heavy losses, torn off turrets, broken hulls. Soviet tank crews respond accurately...
  Even if the armor is not immediately penetrated by dozens of shells, the hardened metal protection still cracks and begins to chip. There is a certain limit to reflection.
  Soviet tank crews are experienced and almost never miss, however, even explosions and shells that missed the target damaged the tracks covered by screens.
  It's a kind of picture of hundreds of flashes, fireworks, with which mischievous children throw at an evil policeman. And he waves the barrel of a gun as if with a baton.
  It even becomes more fun, despite your comrades dying right before your eyes.
  Alisa Selezneva only managed to get into the periscope of two E-100 tanks. The rest of the work was done by the Soviet tank crews. They destroyed the huge "hedgehogs" leaving only broken tracks, or more precisely, broken links.
  And again the youthful sound sounds - hurray!
  But they still have to advance by fighting. Special SS units have entered the battle. In particular, they send numerous killer dogs into the attack. They squeal fiercely, bark so disgustingly and sepulchrously that Alisa Selezneva was ready to swear that even Cerberus, the three-faced evil dog guarding the entrance to ancient hell, was not so disgusting.
  But now they need to kill these sadistic dogs as quickly as possible. Here is one of the wolf-German shepherd hybrids biting into a Soviet soldier and immediately, its hellish fangs ripped the Russian soldier's stomach open. From there, the intestines fell out, which this dog twisted around its grinning mug.
  German dogs are no less cunning than their owners. They don't even run in a straight line, but try to wag from side to side to throw off the sights of rifles and submachine guns. Alisa Selezneva is not embarrassed by this even a little bit, but Angelica is nervous. The Siberian girl misses, and swears rudely about it. Angrily, she hits herself with her fist, on her tanned knee, covered in bumps from a long climb.
  Alisa Selezneva reassures her friend:
  - Don't be nervous! In shooting, only composure prevents your fingers from cooling down and your enthusiasm from fading!
  Angelica added:
  - The commander's composure lights the torch of triumphal fire!
  After which the Siberian woman tries to breathe more evenly and send bullet after bullet much more accurately. There are also hundreds of dogs, though, try to kill them. However, many of the fighters themselves beat them with bayonets, rush at them and yell:
  - Hurray! Give us Warsaw, give us Berlin! Proletarian fighter, freedom to the world!
  The girls' fingers were already sore from fatigue, they had pulled the triggers so many times, blood was even flowing from their nails. Alisa Selezneva, shooting at random, growled:
  - Bang-bang, the gray hare missed! He hit the pole!
  Angelica giggled:
  - A fly went to the market and bought a samovar! It turned out to be a "Tiger", I mixed up the "Mig"!
  Finally, the dog attack petered out... The Soviet troops moved on.
  At night the fighting was even more intense, the Ferdinands went into battle. They tried to break through the smoke curtain. Like a wolf pack in the fog. And they were met as machine guns walked through the infantry.
  Alisa Selezneva confirmed:
  - Anti-infantry self-propelled gun, six machine guns, four aircraft cannons. Here is a machine from nudism-muddism.
  Angelica giggled nervously:
  - This is not the best joke.
  The self-propelled gun "Porcupine" anti-personnel, looked like a porcupine that had been rolled over by a heavy asphalt roller.
  Alisa Selezneva also tracked the optical sights of this type of vehicles. The Soviet infantrymen were so tired and stunned that they continued to run, despite the monstrous density of fire. They threw grenades at the vehicles, and others even hit the barrels of aircraft cannons and machine guns with rifle butts.
  Countless numbers of soldiers died, they received "presents" from the god Tartarus, but died with joyful smiles on their faces. After all, not only in the suburbs of Berlin, but the evil old woman with a scythe and icy breath, the soldiers perceive as a soft bed with a passionate girlfriend!
  During the day, already in the suburbs, Soviet tanks are met by Faustniks. Many are teenagers who have grown emaciated during the siege, and even girls with short haircuts, armed with Faustpatrones. They fight with that frenzied fury that only those doomed to death or slavery can encounter. Maybe it was this despair that helped defend Moscow in its time!
  Alisa Selezneva, shooting and shooting, whistled:
  - Crush everyone and beat your enemies!
  Angelica expressed herself:
  - Friendship is fragile, enmity is strong, but friendship can only be strengthened by crushing enmity!
  Alisa Selezneva readily agreed:
  - Alas, you are right as never before! But we will toughen up, it will happen! Fiery enthusiasm mixed with cold calculation tempers character!
  Angelica narrowed her eyes, there crawls an old T-4 tank, covered by screens, it fires aimed at the infantry. The Siberian woman picks up a captured Faustpatrone. She takes aim at the car, narrows her right eye, mutters:
  - Tanks, my little tanks, there are very stupid boys sitting in them!
  Alisa Selezneva slapped her bare feet against each other and blurted out, not quite to the point:
  - We will fight the enemy fiercely - the boundless darkness of locusts! The capital will stand forever, Moscow will shine like the sun to the world!
  Angelica corrects her golden-haired friend:
  - Out of place, this song, completely out of place! We're already approaching Berlin, and you're still singing about Moscow! Maybe you want to quietly slip away from the front line?
  Alisa Selezneva grinned with half her mouth:
  - Once we capture Hitler, we'll have to go to the capital for the parade! We'll have a good time there!
  Angelica sang:
  - It"s nice, brothers, it"s nice, it"s nice to live with our ataman, there"s no need to worry!
  Alisa Selezneva clarified, without irony:
  - Not an ataman, but a leader!
  Angelica teased even more saltily:
  - No, not the leader, but the Fuhrer!
  Alisa Selezneva, deliberately singing out of tune, sang:
  - Ah, Fuhrer, our Fuhrer, you are a goat Fuhrer,
  Why did you go after Russia, you donkey!
  You'll get it from us in the neck -
  You'll run into a strong soldier's fist!
  On April 22, the Soviet troops were in for their last unpleasant surprise. Although, maybe for futurologists, it was great.
  The sniper brigade of girls was transferred far south of Berlin, large tank forces were breaking through from the south. It was not important for the Nazis with fuel, some tanks were pulled up to the breakthrough line on buffalos or even special power plants were used on firewood.
  They attached platforms with tracks to the tanks and threw wood into the firebox.
  These were the tanks that were pushing forward into the attack. Soviet artillerymen brought guns on trucks and turned them around, setting them up for direct fire. Under enemy fire, this was an extremely risky maneuver.
  However, Soviet soldiers got used to fascist tanks even on firewood, but then IL-class attack aircraft appeared and started to fire from the air.
  And then on the horizon line, dots flashed, like fireflies. They were approaching the Soviet planes very quickly. As if they were falling meteorites, they passed across the sky, and as they approached, there was a very strong smell of ozone...
  Alisa Selezneva's hair even stood on end:
  - Ooh! This is some technique, I've never seen anything like it before!
  Angelica also whistled:
  - It's a thing! It's like two soup bowls placed wide-side up!
  Alisa Selezneva whispered with great excitement:
  - But inside them is princeps-plasma! And this substance is the most aggressive of them all!
  Angelica inclined her head, blazing like a dozen torches, towards her friend and asked:
  - What is princeps-plasma? A beautiful word, sounds like a princess?
  Alisa Selezneva muttered through her teeth:
  - Now these princesses will arrange something for us!
  Indeed, their discs flew out barely discernible waves, upon contact with which, the Il and Yak broke in the air, like flying pieces of cardboard, hit by a sharply sharpened blade of alloy steel! They did not even explode, but rather were cut up, and naturally the cut off parts fell down, crashed into the ground with a wild howl, and the fuel flared up there. The planes were cut up when the discs approached them, at a distance of about three hundred to four hundred meters. The other machines opened fire indiscriminately. There were several hundred Soviet machines, and only a dozen "flying saucers."
  Angelica, amazed as a girl who found herself in a scary fairy tale, exclaimed:
  - They don"t even have inertia... They move contrary to the laws of mechanics!
  Alisa Selezneva blinked her eyes:
  - And so quickly at that... I've never seen anything like that!
  The speed of the flying objects was, in fact, three to four times greater than the speed of sound, and they did not pay the slightest attention to the shots from machine guns and aircraft cannons. Even the heavy modification of the Lagga-7 with a 45-millimeter anti-tank gun was for these monsters of technology of an unprecedented principle of action, like millet from a broken child's rattle pouring onto the armor of the "Royal Tiger". But the Laggas themselves, overloaded with armor, burst as soon as the figures approached them, jumping like chess knights on the squares.
  And then, for the first time in the entire war, the girls saw how the fearless Red Army aviation was turning to flight. And the frontline bombers Pe-2, Tu-3, were also perishing when the glittering, dead, eye-searingly brilliant disc-planes jumped towards them...
  Angelica suddenly kicked her friend on her dirty back:
  - Well, you're sprawled out!
  - What are you kicking about? - Alisa Selezneva barked in response.
  Angelica jumped up to her and twirled her finger with a broken nail at the golden-haired Alisa Selezneva's temple:
  - Why are you blinking your eyes and not shooting down these what's-his-name?
  The golden-haired warrior suggested:
  - The exact name of such flying machines is disc-gliders!
  Red-haired Angelica nodded vigorously:
  - That's right! Shoot them down, super sniper!
  Alisa Selezneva fired, reloaded and fired again. After which she said in a bored tone:
  - No, they are absolutely impenetrable. Princeps plasma creates a laminar flow around them, which destroys all material means of destruction. Even a thousand Andryusha rocket launchers will not be able to cause them a scratch.
  Angelica snapped back fiercely:
  - Princeps plasma again! What kind of substance is this?
  Alisa Selezneva said breathlessly:
  - Oh, this is such a thing... From princeps-plasma, universes of all kinds are born, not only like ours, but much more outlandish ones with billions of dimensions and such forms that it is impossible for a person to even imagine them!
  Angelica fired at the flying saucers with a gun herself and, like a hungry panther who had a piece of fatty meat torn out, snapped:
  - And you might even come to the conclusion that Hitler is the creator of our universe and everything that exists. You need to sleep with the guys during the lull, and not read bourgeois science fiction!
  Alisa Selezneva snorted resentfully with her graceful, albeit dirty, nose:
  - I didn't read about the plasma prince in science fiction, I saw it in a dream. Do you understand, fire maiden?
  Angelica laughed:
  - And I thought that's where you got your phenomenal, unique Robin Hood-like accuracy from? It turns out you've acquired a gift for shooting!
  Alisa Selezneva answered seriously:
  - The Aleuts of Alaska seriously believe that their shamans are able to see something in a dream and materialize it in reality...
  The redhead interrupted her partner:
  - So far we only see in reality the nightmarish delirium of a drug addict!
  Having indeed pushed back the Soviet aviation, the hellish flying discs took on the bewildered Red Army tanks.
  Heavily armored vehicles were cut through more slowly, but exploded more often, detonating ammunition. The disc-planes themselves hovered above them and almost lay on their sides. It was somewhat reminiscent of the process at a sawmill, when a round cutter spins, with difficulty biting into oak boards. Only this time, instead of boards, brave and courageous Soviet guys died. And the shells detonated and exploded, scattering fragments in all directions.
  Alisa Selezneva made a few more quick shots and received a rather large piece of metal flying far away in her collarbone. The blow was so strong that it broke a large bone, throwing the girl onto her back. Alisa Selezneva began to sob hysterically from a mixture of wild pain and wild resentment at her helplessness.
  Angelica pulled the splinter out of the torn wound with her teeth, not paying attention to the fact that it was hot and burned her lips badly. Then she kissed her friend on the cheek, whispering:
  - It's a shame for such a great warrior like you to cry your eyes out!
  Alisa Selezneva answered with a groan:
  - So it's not for myself that I'm crying. Just look - don't you see how our best and finest guys are dying?
  Angelica, creaking her pearly lips in impotent anger, replied:
  - I see! Of course I see!
  Alisa Selezneva moaned in response, shedding tears:
  - So let's cry together!
  Angelica shook her flaming hair angrily, as if with a fan, it seemed that the gaze of the red-haired warrior could burn a hole even in Adolf Hitler's bunker. She chopped off the words:
  - No! We will not meet our death with tears!
  Alisa Selezneva blinked her sapphire eyes stupidly:
  - And how will we meet the evil old woman with a scythe?
  Angelica stuck out her chest and said with pathos:
  - Let's sing a song instead!
  Alisa Selezneva immediately, like a drowning man who saw a straw, agreed:
  - Of course we'll sing! If we're going to die, let's die with music!
  The girls sang in drawn-out, heart-rending, but full-sounding voices:
  Is it really true that what was experienced has turned to dust?
  But why do I live in suffering!
  Morals are fragile foundations -
  Sodom and Gomorrah in reality!
  
  The dream was to swim in the sea,
  Open an account with overseas countries!
  The siren calls in a minor key -
  The sand burns mercilessly!
  
  The pillar of the Fatherland is splashed by the enemy,
  How the spirits of hell tear the sky from the smoke!
  For the Fritzes, Rus' is like a cattle pasture,
  Let the Katyusha explosion tear Adolf apart!
  He wants to roll up space into tubes,
  May people die in the abyss of slavery from boredom!
  So that evil deeds become the norm,
  To trample the green shoots of goodness!
  
  The Fuhrer has already drawn up an estimate,
  His mammon is bottomless and not completely full!
  Here are the captive wives undressed,
  And a heavy groan of pain is heard!
  
  But we are full, believe me, of merit,
  The Motherland will not meet the saddest sunset!
  Our soldier will drive away the fascists,
  After all, the Russian is rich in valor and courage!
  
  But why are we retreating?
  But why is it so hard?
  You hear May's breathing close by,
  The shine of the crown is the fleece!
  
  A fighter is a combination of qualities -
  It's not just a matter of singing a verse!
  The beauties are full of reckless driving,
  Their camp is famously sung about in poems!
  
  The Lord is all-seeing and suffering -
  Forgives people nonsense and whims!
  He believes that good will come to all of you,
  Don't get carried away by anger!
  
  God will forgive people's sins,
  After all, He created sin for this purpose -
  So that there is a striving for the best,
  So that a person can do good!
  
  The sinless one does not have free will,
  He has a choice - not to understand!
  And if it"s a sin, then there"s freedom;
  Let grace flow generously!
  
  But know, soldier, there is only one service -
  Serving your Motherland!
  And according to God's strict command -
  Devotion to Russia for centuries and days!
  
  When you serve your Fatherland,
  Then you will find peace, not paradise!
  The souls will receive the body again,
  Dirt and lies will not stick to them!
  While the girls were singing, the invincible discs first turned pale and then completely melted in the air, like sugar in a glass of hot tea. This happened so unexpectedly for the warriors themselves that it seemed like a complete miracle. The girls froze on their knees and stood there in a trance for half an hour.
  Small clouds appeared in the sky and a cool, spring rain began to timidly drip. The girls were still wet for another quarter of an hour, and then suddenly shook themselves and jumped to their feet. Angelica, a steadfast Siberian, exclaimed:
  - And we did it anyway! I can't explain what happened, how it happened, but we definitely did it!
  Alice, shaking water from her wet hair, suggested:
  - Or maybe it wasn't the Nazis at all, but some Martians, or even from a more distant planet? - The girl began to rub the bloody stain that remained on her khaki uniform with her palm. - Then, when they heard our song, they felt ashamed that they were helping the fascists kill good, decent people, and they turned their legions back to their star empire?
  Angelica giggled cheerfully:
  - Well, you are such a dreamer, Alisa Selezneva. You believe in fairy tales about good and evil aliens!
  The golden-haired girl was seriously offended:
  - Not me, not a dreamer. The existence of intelligent beings on other planets of our universe is a completely scientific hypothesis. Rather, on the contrary, it is a much more unscientific assumption that people are unique in the universe and there is no intelligent life on other worlds! In this case, it seems, consider it the height of absurdity!
  Angelica didn't think it was necessary to argue:
  - You know better... Logic says that there may, of course, be other inhabited worlds in the universe. And civilizations much stronger and more developed than the human one. This is quite possible, and could even be considered a fait accompli, but I have some doubts about this. And I can explain why.
  Alisa Selezneva became very curious:
  - So explain to me why, you don"t believe me!
  Angelica gently nudged her friend in the side and said:
  - Let's go north... There are no living people here, neither ours nor the Germans, as if these flying saucers destroyed their own, annihilated them. And on the way, I'll tell you my own assumptions.
  Alisa Selezneva followed her friend, her sharp gaze wandering across the field. She had seen everything, monstrous battles, thousands, tens of thousands of corpses at once (and literally just a couple of days ago), but... Usually, death is already practically routine. But such devastation, when you can't even hear the groans of the wounded, the cries of the dying and the disgusting flapping of the crows' wings, she had never seen.
  Only broken Soviet and German tanks, self-propelled guns, assault guns, armored personnel carriers, trucks, mechanically or horse-drawn guns. Pieces of legs, arms, charred bones... A real cemetery of people and machines. And except for the noise of a not stormy, average spring rain, no sounds.
  Well, maybe even the splash from the sound of splashes when the girls slapped their scratched, wounded, calloused, but still graceful and beautiful bare feet through the puddles.
  It was strange that there was not even a burning smell, although the broken equipment was smoking. Everything looked incredibly nightmarish. It was so unbearably oppressive that Alisa Selezneva was the first to break the silence:
  - So why do you still, contrary to all logic, believe that these UFOs do not belong to extraterrestrial civilizations?
  Angelica answered without any particular offense:
  - Because a truly strong space empire should, in theory, be totalitarian, and not democratic!
  Alisa Selezneva became alert and even twitched her ears:
  - And why is that?
  Angelica sang mockingly:
  - Why is it impossible to live wisely? Why is it impossible not to trust anyone! Because every government strives to strengthen itself. Which we can see quite clearly in the example of Soviet power, National Socialist power, and the so-called Western democracies. And this strengthening is achieved, including by technological means.
  Alisa Selezneva, having thrown a pebble with her bare heel, was forced to agree:
  - Yes, you are right. With the help of high technologies too. Although, for example, the Soviet government, unfortunately, much more often prefers violence, forceful influence and special agents!
  Without much enthusiasm, Angelica first slapped her foot in the puddle and then nodded her wet head:
  - Yes, that's right! The authorities are merciless to their people in the struggle for power, or rather for the preservation of their power, and therefore the trough for the family and just acquaintances...
  Alisa Selezneva interrupted the philosophy:
  - Well, why are you changing the subject?
  Angelica angrily kicked the fragment of the caterpillar with her foot; the pain in her bare toes, oddly enough, only calmed her down:
  - So! Progress is developing and the despotism of the authorities is growing. And that means the time is not far off when technological means will allow us to control not only our actions, but all our thoughts without exception, from birth to death!
  Alisa Selezneva shuddered at such a suggestion:
  - So, our descendants will no longer be people in the true sense of the word. They will probably become like biorobots. Outwardly like us, but without freedom of choice?
  Angelica confirmed:
  - Well, yes! That's just it... A civilization at a level of development capable of flying on starships between galactic planetary systems will also be absolutely totalitarian. In it, all thoughts, actions, deeds and emotions will be under the strict control of the state mechanism. Well, and this mechanism itself will be debugged and adjusted so that it will easily suppress any discontent.
  - And the conclusion? - Asked Alisa Selezneva.
  - Another civilization, already deprived of will and freedom of thought, will be even worse than fascist Germany. If its leaders, so to speak, have even a drop, the slightest understanding, they will make a clear decision. Either colonize the earth, turning people into zombie slaves, or destroy us while we are weak and can pose a threat to them. - Decisively, with faith in her rightness, Angelica declared.
  Alisa Selezneva angrily struck a piece of metal with her bare foot and sang:
  It seems to humanity,
  Death is crowned...
  Time has run out in eternity -
  The terrible end has come!
  
  But believe, people are strong in faith,
  Let us not bend under the yoke...
  With a song, friendly and bold,
  Let's fight the enemy!
  . CHAPTER #13.
  Alisa Selezneva had not yet figured out how to get out. They had not been summoned, and they had not been tortured. This seemed strange to the girl. Indeed, why weren't the fascists trying to squeeze all the information out of them? After all, they themselves really needed it. But apparently the Fritzes had some other considerations.
  Or maybe Adolf Hitler himself was too busy. And indeed, Nazi number one was in the very heat of his instinct and readiness to attack the USSR. More precisely, the invasion had already begun, the Rubicon would be crossed, and the fascists had struck, the horde was rolling.
  The Wehrmacht headquarters received joyful news about the first successes on the Soviet-German front! Hitler jumped like a monkey, bounced in a round chair, and spun around like a top.
  - How our valiant troops are thrashing the Soviet pigs!
  The fascist lackeys shouted in unison:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer was shown footage of the crossing of the Bug and the deployment of underwater tanks.
  It was beautifully shot on color film, showing the fires. It looked like underwater monsters were crawling out of the river and muddy streams of water were flowing off them.
  If the underwater tanks of the T-8 class are not so impressive, then a pair of heavy captured French B-12s look like monsters from the underworld. Its three barrels of the "Gorynych" create an immediate threat to the mortal world. The Germans slightly modernized the captured tank, installed an additional engine, a system with a pressure pump, capable of providing movement under water. Light T-8s brought down their machine gun and automatic cannon fire on the infantry.
  The Russians looked pathetic during the filming, half-dressed, confused, and ran away from the blows.
  Hitler laughed wildly, pointing his finger:
  - This is hilarious! Let's kill the Russians!
  Goering replied:
  - I calculated everything precisely!
  Hitler threw a crystal glass at Goering, who barely managed to dodge it. In the process, he hit the tray and got covered in sauce with dates (Goering ate like a pig even during official reports).
  Hitler barked:
  - Here's a boar, all dirty like a pig.
  A German tank ran over a still living Soviet soldier. Bones crunched, ribs were broken. The fascist not only did not feel pity, but even on the contrary, spun his tracks, trying to smear the soldier into a bloody pancake. It was clear that the Russians were not ready, the war caught them suddenly, falling like a hammer!
  Goebbels noted:
  -- Our special propaganda works well! We will show pictures of the defeat of the Soviet army.
  Hitler stated:
  - This is not enough!
  Goebbels asked:
  - What else to do?
  Hitler grinned predatorily:
  - Draw the Kremlin with a swastika flying over it. Draw SS soldiers near the Spassky Gate and drop such pictures on the retreating and surrounded Soviet troops. Let them surrender.
  Goebbels said with a breath:
  - Your wisdom, Fuhrer, is great!
  Hitler snorted contemptuously:
  - You could have thought of it yourself!
  Goebbels rolled his eyes:
  - Oh, where to, me, insignificant one!
  Idol noted:
  - Our troops attacked suddenly, with all their forces. Aviation attacked enemy airfields. The Russians got a good beating on the very first day of the war.
  I think the capture of Moscow is a matter of six weeks.
  Hitler replied:
  Moscow is certainly an important target, but we must not forget about Ukraine and especially the Caucasus. But to hit the south, we must defeat the enemy in the center. Like in a Japanese carriage, hit the head to destroy the liver.
  Ribbentrop interjected:
  - Japan is deploying troops in Manchuria and China! They are ready to strike at the Far East. I was in Japan, the commander-in-chief of the troops, Admiral Yamoto, is against war with the USA. They believe that Japan's expansion should be the north and Siberia.
  Hitler agreed:
  - America is a gigantic monster! Not so much in the military sphere as in the economy. For now, the US ground forces are lagging behind, but they are quickly eliminating this lag. For now, we need to keep America on a chain - which is what we are doing.
  Goebbels snorted:
  - And America didn't have a Fuhrer! Now you are their ruler!
  Hitler supported:
  - Of course! Who is Roosevelt? A moron! And a cripple! How can you run a country from a wheelchair!
  Goebbels quipped:
  - He would still rule from a toilet!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Roosevelt has meningitis! He died before we shot him.
  The movie showed a burning Soviet T-28 tank. It was smoking, and its two barrels were crooked.
  The announcer was choking with delight:
  - The movement of our valiant army cannot be stopped! The backbone of the Soviet military machine is broken. A great genius leads us from victory to victory! Heil Hitler! Zin Heil!
  Goebbels said with glee:
  - Russians are subhumans! Just the garbage dump of civilization. Incomplete Slavs, with a brain no bigger than a thimble.
  Hitler roared:
  - Ninety percent of the Slavs must be exterminated! Cruelty, cruelty, and more cruelty! The Slavs are the burp of humanity.
  Goebbels recalled:
  - We gave each soldier a postcard before the invasion, it says: Do not spare the child if he is Russian! And there is a photo of a gallows with a girl and a stake with a boy impaled on it. And at the bottom is the caption:
  - So do the same to the Russians!
  Rosenberg suggested:
  - Let's declare Ukrainians to be Mongoloids!
  Hitler bit the microphone. In response, he was hit with an electric shock, so hard that his teeth rattled. Fascist number one howled:
  - The goat! Why is he, the son of a bitch, struggling!
  Goebbels sang:
  - I believe that the Nazis will be saved!
  Hitler barked:
  - Woof! Woof! Woof!
  The Fuhrer's entourage applauded:
  - Brilliant!
  After barking, Hitler said:
  - Why are the crests Mongoloid?
  Rosenberg replied:
  - To set them on the Russians!
  Hitler carefully licked the microphone, and again an electric shock hit his tongue. The fascist whined:
  - Oooo! I'll come to you! It'll be cuckoo! Cock-a-doodle-doo!
  The film projector was already showing the first gallows. Several women and a dozen children were hanging. They were naked, with torn bodies - the executioners had been at work.
  The huts around were burning. They showed how fascist soldiers with rolled-up sleeves were imposing a "new order". They were snatching babies and throwing them into the burning houses. They were throwing themselves at women, undressing them, cutting off their breasts, ripping open their stomachs. At the same time, they tried to be as brutal as possible. One of the women was sawed in half with a rusty saw. She was screaming wildly.
  Hitler and his entourage were stunned and laughed wildly:
  - This is what you get, subhumans!
  Goebbels himself, looking like a monkey, yelped:
  - Russian inferior macaques. To kill a Russian is like crushing an annoying louse! That will be fun for them.
  Hitler sang:
  - On the ruins of the Kremlin! We will build camps! We will have an Olympics! Hee-hee-hee! And Ha-ha-ha!
  Himmler replied:
  - We will build several huge death camps on the territory of Belarus, they will cleanse Russia of human waste!
  Hitler grunted:
  - Good!
  Himmler asked:
  - But I think, maybe it is not worthwhile to exterminate all the mentally handicapped, but at the same time strong and healthy Slavs. Some of them should be saved, to serve the German masters!
  Hitler, nervously twirling the microphone in his hands, growled:
  - Well, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah! Made a cannon out of shit! This cannon doesn't shoot, but it stinks like an elephant!
  Goebbels replied:
  - How truly divine wisdom is contained in Adolf's verses! Especially in the knowledge of artillery!
  The entourage shouted in unison:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer, like a little child, stuck his finger in his nose and beeped:
  - Beep-beep-beep! We killed everyone who was red! We're coming in a car now! Beep-beep-beep-Beely!
  Goebbels sang:
  - Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si! The cat got into a taxi! And the kittens clung on and got a free ride!
  Hitler slipped a choux pastry under Goering's backside. He sat down, causing friendly laughter from those around him.
  The Fuhrer sang:
  - In the cities beyond the river! In the cities without a river! Fools live in complete peace! Hee-hee-hee!
  The footage showed the destroyed Brest, it was being hit by heavy weapons captured from the French, up to 400 mm in caliber. And many corpses, which were unceremoniously trampled by fascist soldiers and crushed by tanks. One girl was tied by the legs to a truck and dragged along the street. Bloodied, she screamed and thrashed about.
  Hitler laughed and pointed his fingers:
  - Oh, how I love it when women are tortured! It's the greatest pleasure. Much better than sex!
  Goering muttered:
  - Of course, when there is no one to compare with!
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - What did you say!
  Goering immediately found his answer:
  - There is no one to compare a genius like you with!
  Hitler pouted:
  - Oh yes! The Fuhrer is as great as anyone! I am a super genius!
  The entourage sang together:
  - Even if you walk half the world with a torch, you won't find anyone wiser than Hitler! His mighty force will crush, Hitler will defeat all the Jews in the bushes!
  Goebbels replied:
  - The Fuhrer's speeches must be distributed among the troops!
  Goering confirmed:
  - Fabulous speeches!
  Hitler interrupted the verbal nonsense:
  - First of all, we must swaddle the Russian bear! We will, of course, destroy the Slavs, but...
  Goebbels asked:
  - What but!
  Hitler narrowed his eyes slyly:
  - If you want to win, encourage betrayal! We need to set some Russians against Russians. In particular, create a local police force - policemen! So that they catch partisans and deal with the local population themselves.
  Rosenberg shouted:
  - Right!
  Goebbels asked:
  - This is a temporary measure!
  Hitler snapped:
  - Yes!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - Maybe we can hide the facts of our cruelty for now!
  Hitler squealed:
  - I quacked a little, hid my fangs, became a handsome man, even to be baptized! Sweep away the Jewish scum!
  Goebbels replied:
  - Yes, Jews! Here's what we'll do...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - Let's set the Russians on the Jews! Let's introduce the practice of bribery: if someone reports that he is a hidden Jew or a communist, he will receive a reward from the confiscated property of the victim.
  Goebbels bowed:
  - What unheard-of wisdom! Solomon himself would have strangled himself with envy before your intelligence!
  Hitler snorted:
  - What else can he, a Jew, do?
  Rosenberg noted:
  - The most massive Jewish pogroms took place in Ukraine!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - The crests are great! I will create special punitive brigades out of them! They will cut out millions!
  Brest fell, but the fortress still stood. The small garrison met the enemy with heavy fire. The Germans ran away, but the fascist propaganda did not show this. It did not show how the German tanks burned, how the crooked turrets twisted. Like pioneers with a bottle of gasoline, they threw themselves under the tank shouting: I serve the Soviet Union! Or better yet, for the Motherland, for Stalin!
  The people had no intention of submitting to the fascist dictate, and their faith in communism only grew stronger.
  Goering reported the latest information from the African front:
  - Unfortunately, Mein Führer Rommel was unable to take Tolbuk. It is too well developed a fortress!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - You're underdeveloped! What can we do with you, pig! We'll look into your pig snout, and then we'll roast you and eat you!
  Goering responded:
  - Hwi! Hwi! Hwi!
  Hitler:
  - Woof-woof-woof!
  Goebbels mentally twirled his finger at his temple: what a silly clown Adolf was!
  Idol noted:
  - Rommel has too few tanks, and those he has are so light and weak! In general, on the Eastern Front, the Russians have tanks with a caliber of 152 millimeters. They have a projectile weighing fifty-two kilograms. Such power is capable of mixing everything at once, oh mein Führer.
  Hitler bit the tip of his tongue and howled wildly: they began to curse loudly! But German curses are no match for Russian ones, and quickly fell silent.
  Goering mockingly offered a cigarette. Hitler demonstratively turned away, wheezing dully:
  - No, I don't need cigarettes! I only use them to burn women's bodies.
  Goering grunted:
  - Let's give the women a good spanking right now!
  Goebbels' eyes lit up with lust:
  - Right! Let's do it right now!
  Hitler hissed at them:
  - Shut up, shit! As for the 152mm gun, the French C-2 tanks also had 155mm guns.
  The idol objected:
  - The S-2 has a speed of only twelve kilometers per hour, while the KV-2 has a speed of thirty-five kilometers.
  Hitler snapped:
  - Powerful weapons didn't help the French, and they won't help the Russians either! Because I said so!
  The footage showed the fascists fighting on the border with Lithuania. The Soviet units were caught off guard. German tanks simply shot them with machine guns. Part of the fascist air force had already managed to bomb the targets and unceremoniously shot a group of blond children. The wounded children were crying, the picture against the backdrop of the sparkling sun and lush grass was terrible. Then they showed how they were driving half-naked prisoners. The fascists did not stand on ceremony, they beat them with rifle butts, those who lagged behind were ordered to be beaten with bayonets. Here the female unit was captured. The girls were unceremoniously stripped and driven naked, while being beaten with a whip. Hitler's eyes lit up greedily, his hands trembled:
  - Now that's real flavor! - Adolf growled.
  Goebbels replied:
  - What if all the slaves in concentration camps were ordered to work naked during the warm season?
  Hitler howled:
  - Why only when it"s warm?
  Goebbels shrugged:
  - They'll die of cold in the frost! It's a pity, Fuhrer!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Yes! Goebbels, until we create a lot of robots, we need slaves! By the way, how about lobotomizing prisoners?
  Goebbels shook his head:
  - No, mein Führer! In that case, they will become complete idiots and will not be usable in production.
  Hitler squealed:
  - Why is this necessary?
  Goebbels explained:
  - We will have to conduct an air offensive against Britain, and in the long term, fight the USA. For this we will need many planes and ships, and therefore a huge amount of skilled labor!
  Hitler nodded:
  - We don't need idiots yet! But when the whole world is under my control, I'll lobotomize all Russians!
  Goering quipped:
  - Personally?
  Hitler responded angrily:
  - And you too, pig! Brain surgery!
  Goering sighed heavily:
  - Is it possible to perform an operation on something that doesn"t exist?
  Goebbels noted:
  - You can only effectively brainwash someone if they are absent! And you can't sell your conscience if it's cheap!
  Hitler patted Goering on the face:
  - You fat pig! Lie down on your side in bed! Don't run away from paying, I'll brainwash you!
  Goering asked:
  - And what to do?
  Hitler grabbed the Reichsmarschall by the ear and pulled him down:
  - King of the goats, get under the table!
  Goering, wheezing, climbed up, and Hitler began to kick him:
  - The rug turned out good, fat!
  Goebbels noted:
  - And no lobotomy needed!
  Hitler remarked:
  - A stone head dulls even a scalpel!
  Idol reported:
  - The data from the first day of fighting showed: A the complete unpreparedness of the Russians, B the total superiority of our troops. Therefore, we struck just in time, Fuhrer. And we will strike!
  Hitler kicked Goering again:
  - And you, fat bastard, were against the war!
  Goering muttered:
  - The first pancake is always lumpy!
  Hitler barked:
  - Now kiss my boots!
  Goering groaned:
  - Maybe not in front of everyone!
  Hitler leaned over and grabbed the Reich Marshal by the hair:
  - Kiss me, bitch, or I'll make you do something much more humiliating! But for now I'm being kind!
  Goering began to kiss a patent leather boot. Hitler poked the tip of it into his nose, and the juice began to flow:
  - I like you better this way!
  The Reich Marshal croaked:
  - Yes, my Fuhrer!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - He may appoint a reward for Stalin.
  Hitler snorted:
  - This is the illegitimate son of the Jew Przhevalsky? No, I don't want to exalt a nonentity! Got it!
  Goebbels objected:
  - But just recently, you, the great Fuhrer, praised Stalin, comparing him to a Caucasian tiger!
  Hitler replied:
  - I thought he would act wisely and attack me! But Stalin turned out to be a fool, missing a crushing blow to the solar plexus! And now why should I praise him? Loser.
  Goebbels noted:
  - The war is not won yet!
  Hitler responded by throwing a handful of grapes at Goebbels:
  - And you begin!
  - I'm just careful!
  Hitler barked:
  - Caution, the main trait of traitors! Fear is always selfish, since it excludes self-sacrifice!
  Goebbels replied:
  - Fear is such a gift that it is difficult to give to an enemy, but easy to keep for yourself!
  Hitler growled:
  - A sharp tongue most often hides a dull mind!
  Goebbels noted:
  - Stalin is very witty! He said: I love Hitler like a peasant loves collective farms! Funny!
  - Better than a dog with a stick!
  Hitler spat on Idol:
  - Trivial!
  Idol noted:
  - Not all of the USSR's forces are concentrated at the border. The Russians have huge tank reserves and manpower. So we've only struck the first blow, at...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - I've heard these tales about the first and second echelons.
  Goebbels suggested:
  - Let's offer all Russian soldiers a reward if they hand over a commissar to the army.
  Hitler jumped up:
  - That's exactly what we'll do! So where were the commissars, the mental hospital orderlies are waiting!
  Borman, who had been silent until now, entered into the conversation:
  - In Brest, the SS confiscated art treasures! They can be handed over to you, Fuhrer!
  Hitler noted:
  - What's mine, a condom!
  Goebbels corrected:
  - Not a condom, but the prerogative of the Fuhrer!
  Hitler, and after him all those around him, began to laugh; the Fuhrer even fell off his chair and started kicking his legs:
  - Eeyore! Eeyore! I think so too!
  Borman suggested:
  - He can put a condom on Goering's head!
  Hitler laughed:
  - No! She's too small!
  Bormann replied:
  - But more than the tip of Stalin's moustache?
  Hitler raised his voice and nodded:
  - No less! Okay, let the girls dance in front of us.
  Girls ran out in front of Hitler and his retinue, kicking their bare legs. Hitler made a gesture, the adjutant thrust a whip at him. The Fuhrer jumped up and began to beat the beauties on their bare, naked legs:
  - Dance hotter, bitches! Hotter!
  The girls screamed:
  - Glory to Germany!
  Hitler corrected:
  - Not to Germany, but to the Fuhrer!
  The girls threw their legs up higher:
  - Glory to the Fuhrer!
  The long whip began to hit harder! Hitler gradually got into a frenzy, waving and striking.
  - I am the great Hitler! I bring destruction to the world!
  The retinue sang along:
  - Zin Hail! Zin Hail!
  Hitler howled:
  - And so that the native land flourishes - Zin Heil, Zin Heil, Zin Heil! No Fuhrer is cooler and better!
  The girls' tanned, slender, muscular legs excite the Fuhrer. He hits more and more often and squeals like a pig. The girls scream, their pink heels sparkle, the blow landed on their toes.
  Hitler snapped:
  - And who is the coolest of them all?
  The girls responded:
  - Of course, Fuhrer!
  Hitler squealed:
  - Who has better pumping?
  The girls shouted:
  - Of course, Fuhrer!
  Hitler squealed:
  - I am the great Fuhrer!
  Bormann noted:
  - Maybe we should try playing with the girls, oh great one?
  Hitler hissed:
  - I give permission! Let's all go, and you, Goering!
  The Reich Marshal grunted:
  - Thank you, Fuhrer!
  Hitler's retinue grabbed their truncheons and started beating the girls. They beat them not only with rubber truncheons, but also with their fists and feet. They beat them mercilessly and went wild from the screams.
  Hitler was shaking with ecstasy:
  - I'll beat people! I'll beat people! And I'll slack off!
  Goebbels himself, a womanizer, noted:
  - Anyone can make a woman scream, but only a true gentleman can make her shed tears!
  Hitler, beating a half-naked girl, said:
  - And we are the Knights of the Reich!
  Bormann stated:
  - There is no one more honest than the Fuhrer!
  Hitler agreed:
  - Of course! What a pig, such a beast!
  Goering objected:
  - I am devoted to you, Fuhrer!
  Hitler snorted:
  - Why do you hit so weakly?
  Goering replied:
  - I can"t raise my hand to a woman!
  Hitler kicked Goering in the stomach:
  - Weakling!
  Borman quipped:
  - He's too fat! He threatens to burst from fat after hitting a lady! I torture my wife every day!
  Goering replied:
  - Sex with you is the greatest torture!
  Bormann was offended:
  - And you have a pig with you!
  Goering noted:
  - And the boar is the sexiest animal, after the wolf.
  Hitler quipped:
  - You are not a boar, but a bald donkey!
  Goering got down on all fours:
  - Eeyore! Eeyore! I think so too!
  Hitler jumped on Goering's back and began to urge him on, and kick him in the sides with his heels, roaring:
  - I tell you to cock-a-doodle-doo or I'll cut you down with my spurs!
  Bormann grabbed Goering by the nose:
  - You obviously want a plum!
  Hitler suggested:
  - Maybe we should make Goering kiss women's feet?
  Goering grunted:
  - I agree, just get off me, Fuhrer!
  Hitler stepped on Goering's toes, then screamed and said:
  - Baa-baa-baa!
  Hitler replied:
  - Don't you want to be the Fuhrer's horse!
  Goering groaned:
  - It's too heavy!
  Hitler poked Goering with his knee:
  - It seems you're not a German horse, but a Russian goat! Then we'll give you a good spanking! That's right!
  Goering replied:
  - Why mein Führer are you only making fun of me! Don't you have any other victims, great one!
  Hitler asked:
  - Who should I make fun of?
  - And here over Bormann!
  Hitler muttered:
  - So here's the problem, he's not as fat as you! That means it's much less fun to torture him!
  Goering was found:
  - But he sat in the red prison!
  Hitler's face twisted:
  - What? He really did sit!
  Bormann grunted:
  - Yes, there was such a thing, Fuhrer!
  Hitler jumped off Goering and cracked his whip at Bormann. He, not expecting this, fell to his knees:
  - Oh, Fuhrer, why!
  Hitler replied:
  - For all the good! You will be in trouble, dog!
  Goering shrugged:
  - We must! We must! We must believe in miracles!
  Bormann objected:
  - Yes, in the red prison, I remained devoted to fascism! Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer continued to beat Bormann:
  - No, dog! I'll take brutal revenge on you! You'll know how to hide in red prisons!
  Bormann crawled and whined like a dog, he was mercilessly flogged. Hitler beat his closest associate with passion.
  Goering, taking advantage of the moment, crawled away and hid under the table. You never know what might come into the mind of the frenzied Fuhrer.
  Hitler, however, noticed this and stopped beating Bormann:
  - Where are you going, Piglet?
  Goering responded with humor:
  - When the Fuhrer is having fun, someone has to run the country! And I am your greatest right hand.
  Hitler threw up his hands:
  - Yes! I am the greatest of the greatest!
  Borman added:
  - And very strong! - Hitler's deputy in the party turned over and lay on his stomach. - I'm still dying!
  Hitler jumped up:
  - Another hedgehog has died! Oh well, I'll cheer him up now.
  The Fuhrer jumped on Bormann's back. He wheezed under him, and began to writhe and moan:
  - I'm a pig! Only a skinny one!
  - No, not a pig! We have one pig, Goering, and you are a piglet, and a very fat one at that!
  Bormann replied:
  - What's wrong with the fat Fuhrer?
  - Obesity of the brain! - Hitler kicked his deputy in the neck, then sat on him. - But your back is flexible!
  Borman suggested:
  - Would you like me to dance the Ukrainian hopak for you?
  Hitler barked:
  - You'll get it in the snout sooner! Okay, girls, come closer and let him kiss your feet.
  Bormann squealed:
  - With great bliss!
  The young, beautiful, bare feet of the girls touched Bormann's face and he kissed them greedily. Hitler looked at this greedily, then poked his fingers into the Vice-Führer's eyes:
  - What lustful eyes you have!
  Bormann muttered:
  - Hooligans are depriving you of your sight!
  Hitler took a cigarette out of Bormann's back pocket. Goebbels obligingly brought a lighter. The Fuhrer lit it and began to amuse himself by putting out the cigarettes on the girls' bare heels, making them squeal. Hitler seemed to enjoy this kind of fun, he even went into ecstasy, shouting:
  - I am the great Fuhrer! Mighty as God! I want to kill, I want to go straight to the grave! Our women were born for torment! All people in the world are stupid cattle!
  The cigarette leaves little blisters on the girls' tender feet, and it hurts a little to step, but they dance anyway.
  Goebbels suggested:
  - What if we sprinkle snow, my Fuhrer?
  Hitler was surprised:
  - How is it in summer?
  Goebbels noted:
  - You can sprinkle snow using refrigerators!
  Hitler howled:
  - What a bummer! I never thought of that! But it will take some time, won't it?
  Goebbels replied:
  - Of course, mein Führer, and the expenses, but we will re-equip the imperial chancellery in such a way that at any moment, it could snow or rain, or heat!
  Hitler hit Bormann on the head with his fist:
  - I don't limit you in funds, but I do limit you in time! So that everything is done in ten days!
  Bormann, Goebbels and the whole retinue howled in unison:
  - It will be done, mein Führer!
  Hitler got off Bormann:
  - It"s probably more pleasant to sit on fat Goering!
  . CHAPTER #14.
  Alice, having spent a boring time in the dungeon, happily plunged into sleep. At least there would be something wonderful and unique. And in a dream you can enjoy something unvarnished heroic.
   Two warrior girlfriends with sonorous names Alisa Selezneva and Anzhelika Koroleva, ran towards Berlin, hopelessly besieged by the Red Army but not yet taken. It's good to be a completely grown-up girl in a dream.
  The girls' graceful, tanned, muscular and bare feet splashed through the warm puddles, heated by the April sun.
  The rain-washed warriors were as beautiful as fairy-tale fairies, albeit terribly scratched and wounded in battles, with purple bruises on their innocent faces. During the battle, almost all of the glamorous warriors' clothes burned or tore, and they ran half-naked, and the torches of hair: Alisa Selezneva's, like gold leaf, Angelica Koroleva's, like the flame of the erupting Vesuvius volcano, covered their slender backs, rolling with muscles like drops of mercury.
  Behind them was a field littered with corpses and smashed equipment, all torn up by bombs, craters and deep wounds-trenches left by the impact of unknown flying discs.
  Berlin itself, like a body tormented by an incurable disease, was belching out clouds of black, but at the same time seemingly lifeless smoke. Spirals consisting of atoms of burnt matter crossed and intersected in the sky in a satanic pattern.
  Angelica, the Siberian space warrior, noted:
  - Even nature tries to emphasize our human weakness and helplessness before the elements!
  Alisa Selezneva, splashing water on the puddle with a strong blow, objected:
  - We humans are gifted with the ability to create our own reality. After all, the mind is essentially stronger than muscles. What are muscles? Just protein fibers in which electromagnetic forces interact.
  Angelica looked at the sky carefully. The smoke swirls seemed to be engaged in a miniature battle with each other. As if demons were dividing power over the universe. The streams collided, intersected, sometimes formed a peculiar ornament, sometimes, on the contrary, they spread out in space.
  Angelica accidentally pierced her bare foot with the tip of a metal shard and stopped, groaning:
  - Damn it, I'm in deep trouble! How sharp the splinters can be!
  Alisa Selezneva philosophically noted:
  - The whole world consists of needles, only to the living it seems sleek, because of the shod consciousness!
  Angelica automatically raised her rifle and shot the persistent Fritz who had towered over them. The Nazi with a broken face dropped the rifle and slumped down with a groan. The Siberian warrior teased:
  - You were supposed to be cool, but you became stupid! That's what serving the Fuhrer leads to!
  Alisa Selezneva threw herself on the ground with her stomach and fired a aimed burst. Three Nazis sat down smoothly on the fresh spring grass. Angelica said quite sensibly:
  - You wanted Russian land, so you got it, albeit within a fixed limit!
  Alisa Selezneva giggled slyly:
  - Rulers who want unlimited space receive strictly limited money for their graves! However, unfortunately, their subjects are buried no less often!
  Angelica stated with all seriousness:
  - Death is bad, but life under the yoke is even worse... But we are now celebrating a victory feast, everything is working out and even the impregnable capital of the Third Reich - Berlin is at our feet!
  Alisa Selezneva said in a tired tone:
  - What's the point? Do you think the Germans will do everything for us now? You're a naive girl!
  Angelica quite reasonably objected to this:
  - If we defeat our main enemy, it will free up resources for further struggle! You yourself should understand this.
  Instead of answering, Alisa Selezneva looked at the trench-ridden field in front of her. How many guys, both Soviet and German, had met their death there? The world is not hell, but it is certainly not heaven either. It is perhaps even dominated by vast objects of the underworld. After all, the Orthodox Church teaches that only a tiny minority is saved. But the majority of people, due to the sinfulness of their nature, are doomed to torment.
  Alisa Selezneva was always irritated and rejected by such a postulate of the Holy Scripture. Is this really what the Orthodox consider a sin? It is even quite natural for every living person to strive for a career and primacy. But isn't this a natural consequence of human nature? And the immutable law of evolution.
  For example, if the Red Army had been guided by the teachings of Christ - if they hit you on the right cheek, turn the left one, how would that have ended for the entire Soviet Fatherland?
  The girls came across a fascist pillbox that had not been completely destroyed and were forced to take cover under targeted fire.
  Angelica, rubbing the grass with her bare sole, because her heel was itching badly, said:
  - Sometimes you have to suffer... But even suffering becomes routine, which is essentially the worst thing!
  Alisa Selezneva changed her position, with a precise shot blew off half the skull of the SS man who was giving orders in a barking tone and growled:
  - Fascism does not use aesthetic methods: five against one. And if there are fewer of them, then it retreats!
  Angelica said with a sad look:
  - What, do you want honesty from a fox?
  Alisa Selezneva answered sadly:
  - Agree, you want to believe in something beautiful! Even in the honesty of a fox, or the nobility of a wolf!
  The girls were forced to crawl to the surviving pillbox on all fours. The ancient tactic of crawling like a platun was used by the warriors in battle. And it must be said, not without success.
  Angelica took out five Wehrmacht soldiers trying to crawl out of their shelter with one burst and happily said:
  - The Russian army wins as always. Even if the enemy has the advantage!
  Alisa Selezneva, having fired a deadly burst, laughed in response:
  - The Nazis will never have an advantage.
  Angelica barely managed to duck her head from the charge. Even a strand of her fiery hair was cut off by an angular fragment. The red-haired warrior exclaimed:
  - Haircuts are free here, although going to the toilet is expensive!
  Alisa Selezneva, giggling through her tears, answered her friend:
  - You know, this is not funny at all... In general, in the event of death, will there be a continuation, that is the question?
  Angelica pretended to be surprised:
  - And what's the big deal here, actually? After all, non-existence, at the very least, contains no pain, no fatigue, no worries. And that means it's much sweeter than our life of continuous trials!
  Before answering, Alisa Selezneva caught the SS man with the mongrel's face in her sights and smoothly pulled the trigger, putting an end to his scrabbling. The warrior, shaking her red curls, grinned:
  - You know, everyone without exception prefers life to non-existence. So, even in our own consciousness, there is an indescribable charm!
  Alisa Selezneva giggled, with obvious effort:
  - Including living and suffering! - The red-haired warrior paused and added in a calmer voice without any strain. - But is it possible to understand light without knowing the shadow? And bliss without knowing pain. All that is bright is known through dualism!
  Angelica agreed only partially:
  - If we reason like that, then we had to suffer defeat from the fascists in order to truly understand the taste of victory. That's also dualism: lost and won!
  Alisa Selezneva, wiping the optical sight, could not help but agree:
  - Yes, there is certainly a certain dualism in everything. As a kind of Deity, it would be hopelessly routine without the Devil.
  Angelica hurried to correct her friend without stopping her fire:
  - The term Devil itself in Ancient Greek means slanderer. That is, the Bible attempted to present opposition to God in the most vicious form.
  Alisa Selezneva, having knocked out the eye of another Fritz with a sniper rifle, prompted her friend:
  - This is black PR. An attempt to raise your rating by putting down your opponent?
  Angelica quite logically noted:
  - Of course, every person in power uses his own administrative resource to discredit his opponent. There is a certain pattern in this, the unwillingness to give up power and lose privileges with the trough. Therefore, to expect an objective definition of the confrontation between God and Satan in the Bible is, at the very least, naive.
  Alisa Selezneva even rolled her blue eyes:
  - Of course, you can't demand objectivity from the authorities. But here's the question, who is Satan? The most perfect angel trying to give more freedom to creation, or... The one who became the father of evil and suffering?
  Angelica sighed sadly:
  - Pain and suffering have become so natural for humanity that I have serious doubts that it was Lucifer who gave birth to them... In any case, without the desire of the Almighty God, it is unlikely that anything would have happened to a created being...
  Alisa Selezneva, having sent a deadly bullet into the crooked bridge of the fascist's nose, he fell down, instantly covered in blood. The warrior immediately agreed:
  - Yes, blaming all the evil and problems on the Devil is the same as being offended by the whip that hit, rather than by the one who hit with it.
  Angelica herself, having hit the enemy with a short burst, and also hit the nearest distorted face with the butt, after which she added:
  - A more appropriate analogy here is the following: the master carved a stick out of wood, beat the slave with it, and then says - the stick is absolute evil, and the master is absolute good!
  Alisa Selezneva turned around carelessly, and the broken bone of the girl's collarbone caused terrible pain to the inflamed joints. The warrior slightly wrinkled her forehead, but did not humiliate herself to groans. Moreover, as if playing bowling, she killed three fascists. One of the Nazis dropped the cocked Faustpatrone, as a result of which the launcher worked.
  The fiery sheaf seemed to burn through the concrete, and fragments of bodies, bones, and torn flesh flew upward.
  Alisa Selezneva, giggling, mocking herself (without humor you can"t survive in war, or at least you can"t keep your psyche healthy) sang:
  - What pain, what a good pain: a match against the Nazi Fritz; one hundred - zero!
  Both beautiful girls laughed loudly, loudly... And apparently their piercing laughter had such an effect on the frightened Germans that the shooting from their side immediately died down. The silence was so sudden and heavy that it hit the warriors in the ears.
  Angelica exclaimed:
  - Nothing screams about losses so piercingly as a military lull!
  Alisa Selezneva added:
  - The sounds of battle are deafening, but you become truly deaf when you don"t notice the end of the cannonade!
  The fascists threw out their white rags and began to shout at the top of their lungs:
  - Hitler is kaput! Hitler is kaput!
  The Siberian warrior could not resist the aphorism:
  -People treat a bad ruler like beer, they want to see it cold and on the table, but they are ready to pay for it with more than just paper!
  Alisa Selezneva made a subtle remark on this:
  - When a ruler is bad, he is highly rated in jokes! And when there are many jokes, then life becomes more fun! And laughter prolongs life! That is, with worthless leaders: life is like a continuous joke: long, fun, scary, but you always want to know the continuation!
  Angelica giggled nervously:
  - And I didn"t know why incompetent kings usually rule for so long!
  Almost one hundred and fifty Germans surrendered. Among them were at least thirty boys from ten to sixteen years old, most of them in shorts and barefoot, having managed to knock down their bare tanned knees in the trenches. At the sight of beautiful girls barely covered with torn rags, the boys blush and lower their heads, but at the same time continue to look at the terribly beautiful warriors.
  The Nazis lay down their arms in confusion, it doesn't even occur to them that it would be shameful for half of the battalion to surrender to two wounded, seemingly very young girls. How scared and dumbfounded they are.
  One of the boys, nervously scratching his dirty sole on the grass, seemed to have driven a splinter into his bare heel, and said in broken Russian:
  - Ladies, don"t send me to Siberia, we"ll freeze our noses and feet there:
  Angelica said angrily:
  - We'll send you anyway, and so that your bare feet don't get numb in the snow, they'll beat you on the soles of your feet with sticks every hour.
  The boy shook with fear and burst into tears like a girl. Aliska hurried to console the child:
  - You're still too young. They'll probably put you under the category of civilians. Just in case, say that you're not yet twelve, then they definitely won't take you to the camp.
  The boy suddenly stopped crying and said in a lower tone of voice, trying to imitate an adult:
  - I will not abandon my comrades! Either all go free or together to a concentration camp!
  The girls were amazed by the boy"s unexpected courage, Angelica came up and stroked his head:
  - Well done, you will get credit for this... But don't be afraid, most of the captured Germans will work in the European part of Russia, rebuilding what was destroyed, and for you children there will be good food, better than you have with ration cards, and they will show movies.
  The captured boys were indeed skinny, some even had prominent cheekbones, and three of the boys, naked to the waist, had every rib visible under their thin skin, and their arms had become so thin that it was surprising how they held the Faustpatrone in them. The food rations in the Third Reich, issued by ration cards, had decreased so much in recent months that the population was almost dying of hunger. Especially since spring is traditionally the time of year when food is most scarce.
  Alisa Selezneva felt sorry for these guys, the children of "supermen", who now resembled poor, hungry rabble. She rummaged in her pockets, found a small American chocolate bar and was at a loss.
  The gift received under Lend-Lease was too small, and there were thirty-two boys (the rest were much older, in military or firefighter uniforms, unshaven, very unpleasant, hunched over, which gave the impression of old men!), there wasn"t enough chocolate for everyone.
  Give to some and hurt others? Or cast lots? The latter is usually the solution, but in this case it may seem funny. Or divide six tiles between the smallest fighters.
  The latter seemed the fairest to Alisa Selezneva, and she took out a chocolate bar, carefully removed the wrapper, divided the pieces, handing them to the smallest and thinnest German children.
  The former Nazis really did seem broken. Not one of them made a move, made an attempt to attack or take away their weapons. True, some muttered curses through their teeth, but as soon as the girls took a step in their direction, the Fritzes immediately fell silent and pulled their heads into their shoulders, as if expecting a blow.
  Alisa Selezneva even snorted with uncharacteristic contempt:
  - The supermen have shrunk. Where is their indestructible Aryan spirit?
  Angelica snatched a hand-rolled cigarette from one of the boys, threw it into the grass, extinguishing it with the fingers of her chiseled, albeit bruised, legs, and shouted:
  - For those who smoke cigarettes, the construction of life's successes, stops for a smoke break too often!
  Alisa Selezneva readily confirmed:
  - This is what I agree with Hitler about, a true Aryan warrior should not: drink, smoke and be faithful to his wife!
  After these words, the gloomy boys, ready to burst into tears at any moment, burst into friendly laughter, and everyone immediately felt lighter in their souls.
  When the warriors handed over the prisoners of war to the nearest Soviet unit, Angelica bandaged Alisa Selezneva, fixing a kind of splint on her broken collarbone. The field doctor immediately suggested that the warrior lie down on a stretcher and spend a few days in peace. The warrior contemptuously rejected this offer, although she understood that, unfortunately, there were many soldiers in the Red Army who would have immediately seized on it. Her voice was stern, like that of a school teacher scolding a careless student:
  - To miss the hours of our triumph, the last, most joyful days of the war? Yes, that is the cruelest punishment one can think of. And don't you want to deprive the Red Army of its best sniper?
  The doctor turned pale, his elderly face became dull, and a sign of a tribunal loomed before his eyes... Alisa Selezneva, seeing his fear, only laughed loudly, like a little girl, and clapped her hand on his shoulder:
  - Well, don't do that! I hate those who write denunciations more than the Fritzes. So...
  And the girl whistled and left...
  The ring around Berlin was not yet tight enough, individual German units were breaking through from the cauldrons to their defense nodes of the capital. The southern direction was cut off, but in the north, where the offensive began only on April 20, and the forcing of the full-flowing lower reaches of the Oder was also delayed, the Germans still had loopholes.
  The Fuhrer was persuaded to leave Berlin, flee north, and then take refuge on a submarine. The German submarine fleet, despite all its losses, was still the largest in the world, and had more combat submarines than all the other flotillas in the world combined!
  But Hitler was so morally broken by his own political and military fiasco that he decided to accept death. The hysterical dictator was not at all a man of peculiar nobility, nor was he a coward who would do anything to postpone a meeting with an old woman whose breath was colder than liquid nitrogen and whose grip was inexorable.
  The girls had to find themselves back in the heat of battle and meet a counterattack tank column from the north.
  Machines went on the attack, which the seasoned warriors had never encountered before.
  Seeing them, resembling flattened irons, or even more accurately, upside-down boats on tracks with a long barrel, Alisa Selezneva whistled:
  - Another creation of enemy technology. True, after the flying disks, cutting heavy tanks with their unknown to us laminar jets, such a monstrosity will not surprise us.
  However, these seemingly awkward tanks moved quickly along the road, and they had a very low silhouette.
  The heavy Is-2 spat out a hefty shell with relish. After it, other Soviet vehicles opened fire, both the Isas and the most common Soviet tank at the moment, the T-34-85.
  Then something quite extraordinary happened. Most of the shells, of course, flew past the small, very fast machines, exploding from behind and on the sides. But the few hits also had no effect, having encountered a large angle of rational slope of the armor, the "gifts" ricocheted.
  Alisa Selezneva whistled in surprise:
  - Our Fritzes still have the ability to produce cemented armor. Look how the hard tips of the shells bounce off.
  Angelica stuck her tongue out at her friend and winked:
  - This is the E-10 tank, which could have become a worthy response to the T-34, if the Nazis had gotten busy a little earlier, as by the way with the flying disks and the H-162, these examples of belated wonder weapons.
  The German vehicles were closing in, their 75mm cannon with a sub-cabinet projectile was quite comparable in penetrating power to the 85mm T-34, and the Nazis, without slowing down, gave their first salvo at the stopped Soviet vehicles. Of the ten shells, four hit, two in the IS-2 turret, and another in the T-34 hull and turret.
  The Soviet heavy "hammerman" had a powerful 122-mm gun, but it was the frontal armor of the turret - 100 milliliters - that was the weak point of this tank-destroyer. The armor of one of them immediately crumbled, and the other went into a ricochet. The T-34-85 also had weak, frontal armor of the hull of only 45 millimeters, it was pierced like blotting paper, and the shells in the lower ammunition rack detonated. The one that hit the turret was luckier, it, of course, also sank, needing major repairs, but the crew is alive.
  The Soviet tank crews responded with the faster T-34-85 and the much slower firing Isa tanks, but with a delay.
  Of the ten German tanks, one stopped, it seemed it had taken a beating, but in response there were five hits...
  Alisa Selezneva whistled even louder:
  - What is this Angelica?
  The red-haired warrior decided to show off her erudition and started chattering;
  Work on the E-10 began back in 1943. It was to be as unified as possible with the other E-series tanks, while being as technologically advanced as possible in production and not requiring large expenditures of resources. The tank project was created by the Kloeker-Humboldt-Deutz company, which had never developed armored vehicles before.
  Alisa Selezneva giggled, with a well-aimed shot she smashed the optics, one of Hitler's steel horses. However, the fascists forestalled the Soviets with a new salvo. There were five hits again, but fortunately without detonations, but a fire started on one of the ISs.
  Angelica fired herself, sent the projectile into the "milk" and continued to chatter;
  The design of the E-10 is generally similar to the design of the light German self-propelled guns "Hetzer". In order to save weight, reduce the number of parts and reduce the overall height of the tank, it was decided to exclude the turret as such. As a result, the hull of a fairly simple shape received a strongly inclined upper frontal armor plate, in which a 75-mm gun 7.5 cm PaK 39 (like on the "Hetzer") was mounted.
  Alisa Selezneva grimaced in disgust:
  - Yes, it is a nasty self-propelled gun, light, cheap and the most common one based on the chassis of the Czech tank T -38, so it is not so low.
  Angelica continued to educate;
  The rubberized road wheels were staggered, four per side, each with a diameter of 1000 mm. Their suspension consisted of external levers attached to the hull, using washers as springs. The hydraulic drive allowed the clearance height to be adjusted: it varied within 200 mm. Thus, the overall height of the tank was within 1350-1550 mm.
  Alisa Selezneva, having hit another optical sight with a sniper rifle, whistled with her scarlet lips:
  - It's wonderful... Perhaps the design is better than the T-34. But when it appeared, the devil had already butted the dead man with his horn.
  Angelica grimaced slyly, he twitched his lip in displeasure. Nimble German tanks, too fast to hit from a distance of several hundred meters, the target the size of the bottom of a faceted glass. The Siberian warrior missed, annoyed, at the simply mythical accuracy of her friend. How Alisa Selezneva at a distance of more than five hundred meters from a tree, without a solid support, manages to hit a target on the move. Now most normal soldiers in her place and the tank itself will not hit. However, you can continue to educate your partner. Let him guess where the fiery warrior knows so much from. Although it is not for nothing that red hair is considered a sign of cunning. For example, the Arabs' Irbis-devil seems to be red?
  Angelica was chatting with her friend through her arm;
  Due to its modest size, it was necessary to abandon the standard layout for German tanks and self-propelled guns - now the hydrodynamic transmission was located at the rear, next to the engine. This simplified its dismantling and maintenance, and also allowed to increase the space of the fighting compartment. The engine compartment and rear armor plates were planned to be completely removable, so that it would be possible to dismantle the engine and transmission as a single block. In other words, they adopted the layout from the T-34 - plagiarists!
  Alisa Selezneva, hitting the optical sight, clarified;
  - We adopted it creatively.
  Half of the Nazi tanks had already been knocked out, and three of those that survived were almost blinded by the precise shots of Alisa Selezneva. However, two dozen Soviet tanks also received significant damage, and three were destroyed irreparably (one IS, two T-34-85) along with their crews. If we consider that there were initially more than ten times more Soviet vehicles: one hundred and three against a scythe, then...
  Angelica lectured her friend;
  The main power plant types were planned to be the Maybach HL 100 water-cooled petrol engines with a capacity of 400 hp or the Argus air-cooled engines with a capacity of 350 hp. The design speed of the E-10 would be 65-70 km/h when driving on the highway.
  Here her professorial reasoning was interrupted by a loud roar. Either one of the German gunners sensed that the optics would be blinded by snipers, or maybe he fired on a whim, or rather, Pallada decided to torment the warriors closer to the end of the war, but they fell down, and even got cuts from shrapnel. And Alisa Selezneva was hit on the head by a piece of a tree so hard that she simply passed out.
  Angelica spent a couple of minutes sifting through the trash and extracting a crooked splinter from her pink, calloused heel. This, of course, was something to get worked up about and annoyed about. The girl cursed:
  - No, it's always like this, if there's a fight, before the distribution - the wounds are mine, the medals are Alisa Selezneva's. Maybe she really is from Kerr's fairy tale?
  The red-haired Amazon blinked her eyes and added:
  - However, it looks like I'll have to dig up my girlfriend! That's always the case in business, you're looking for treasure and you find a sniper, the latter, by the way, casts a bullet from the party's gold!
  Meanwhile, the battle came to a natural end. The Germans knocked out six more vehicles, but they themselves were finished off, despite all the ricochets. Incidentally, the last tank was pelted with grenades by the infantrymen who had arrived in time.
  Twenty-six seriously damaged armored "skates" of the Red Army, four of them completely destroyed serious damage, for a spontaneous attack. Perhaps, this was one of the first and certainly the last cases of using this Hitlerite tank.
  Angelica joked:
  - Death is always in a hurry for you, late for your mother-in-law, but right on time for a frivolous perception of the world!
  A cheerful, ringing voice supported the red-haired girl and burst into a real stream of aphorisms:
  - People always have time to die, but in life there is total time pressure! However, during war the dial hand is faster than the propeller of a MIG when you are sleeping, and slower than a snail when you are digging a trench! You can be late with revenge, you can rush with a reward, but the feeling of routine will come inevitably!
  Angelica turned around and showed the boy her fist:
  - You, Arkashka, better help your friend clear out the mess!
  The fair-haired, curly-haired boy winked:
  - I am always ready to help Alisa Selezneva. When I grow up a little, I will definitely marry her!
  Angelica remarked sternly:
  - You're not even fourteen yet, and she's almost eighteen... Yes, on May 9th! And men are usually supposed to be older than the wives of brats.
  Arkashka winked playfully in response:
  - I'm handsome, and German girls have already kissed me... I'll find myself a rich woman and get married... I have the Order of Glory, third degree, and the Red Banner, not counting the medals... And maybe they'll even give me a gold hero's star!
  Angelica, when it came to awards, immediately lost all her spirit. Of course, two orders, for Arkashka's age is a great success, although not a record. Who knows, maybe this boy will even become a general. What a cheerful and lucky guy, he went through hell, and only light scratches, and not from shrapnel, but from thorny bushes. Especially the knees, the pants cut short, with surprisingly clean bare, sinewy legs for field conditions.
  The red-haired warrior said:
  - Alisa Selezneva will get a hero's star! That's for sure! Maybe you too, if you take Hitler prisoner!
  Arkashka winked slyly:
  - It is better to free the princess than to capture the tyrant!
  Alisa Selezneva had already managed to come to her senses, and having sneezed violently, she began to stir. The boy and the girl began to rake her much more energetically. Angelica even sang:
  - We are all participants of the regatta, we row, row, row. Hunting, velvet and gold, wine, beauties and so on!
  Arkashka wrinkled his face and said:
  - No, these are not proletarian songs, but pirates' songs from "Treasure Island". We need to sing something more appropriate for this occasion!
  Angelica said angrily:
  - Now don't talk nonsense, just sing!
  The boy rolled his eyes and began to emit sounds. Then, almost completely free, Alisa Selezneva joined him and began to sing along;
  Berlin is almost under our control,
  Through binoculars we see the damned Reichstag...
  I hope there will be peace and happiness soon;
  Which I will describe in my poems!
  
  Russia introduced communism to the world,
  She became a family to all people.
  But the Wehrmacht stuck its pig's snout in our faces,
  And now the blood is splashing from the veins like a fountain!
  
  What the Fuhrer accidentally forgot about us,
  I wanted to get some land and slaves!
  Fascism set out on a very long march -
  And here is a real nightmare, a nightmare from hell!
  
  A simple boy, a barefoot boy,
  I recently put on a red tie.
  He wanted to build the world himself without God,
  But suddenly napalm erupted from the sky!
  
  We had to flee to the front, AWOL,
  Nobody wants to take such youngsters!
  But the boy-fighter with the rifle managed to cope,
  The path of our fathers proved worthy!
  
  They fought with both cunning and strength,
  And weakness is also bitter, alas...
  The comrades had to dig graves,
  Planing pine coffins in the cold!
  
  I am a pioneer and now I am used to suffering,
  He went on reconnaissance barefoot, the snowdrift crunching.
  Perhaps there is punishment for unbelief,
  That I didn"t want to know Jesus!
  
  But what are the three hours of Golgotha?
  More than three years of war have passed!
  In every village widows cry bitterly,
  How the sons of the country fell into the graveyard!
  
  I survived, I was shell-shocked, I was wounded by a bullet,
  But fortunately he himself remained on his feet!
  We honestly repaid our debt to Germany,
  Thus, fascism is trampled into dust by us!
  
  I've grown up, but I'm still a boy,
  The mustache hasn't broken through, but it's already titanium!
  Yes, I am an adult, and perhaps even too much so.
  After all, the heart became hard as metal!
  
  The Hero Star is the highest award -
  Stalin himself, believe me, handed it to me!
  He said: we should take an example from people like you,
  The fighters are forging the keys to the doors of Eden!
  
  But now, brave man, put down your rifle,
  Take the pliers, the hammer and get to work!
  Build a sailboat and a boat from wood,
  And create an airplane, so that it flies up like a bird!
  On the last note, the girls and the boy finished singing, they were so carried away that they even started dancing. Clapping their hands.
  Angelica stopped singing here and pointed her finger to the south:
  - There's Berlin, which we haven't taken yet. What do you say, comrades, about this incident?
  Alisa Selezneva said with enthusiasm, singing again:
  We are marching on Berlin,
  We see the distances of communism!
  He saved the world from the plague,
  Dear comrade Stalin!
  
  In many ways I measured,
  In the infinite universe.
  The leader has shown us the right path -
  By indicating it forever!
  Arkashka already poked Alice in the back with his fist:
  - Let's run to Berlin. That's where our rest and peace will be.
  The golden-haired warrior pointed to the broken tanks, around which repairmen were already milling about. Here one of the damaged vehicles was taken in tow and pulled by a huge tractor.
  Alisa Selezneva unexpectedly suggested:
  - Maybe we can help our guys with the repairs?
  Angelica shook her head:
  - No, more from you, girl with golden hair and wondrous beauty on the battlefield. Run...
  The girls and the boy flashed across the trampled and burnt grass with their heels pricked and brutally scratched. However, there was no time to pay attention to the pain, especially since the assault modifications of the Focken-Wulf appeared again. This machine is armed with four aircraft cannons of 37 and 30 mm caliber with powerful armor protection. The most durable and powerful weapon, a single-seater machine. There were about twenty F -190s themselves, and another ten He-162s, these elusive legendary jet "Salamanders".
  Alisa Selezneva rounded her mouth:
  - Br, I thought that Hitler's aviation was already exhausted?
  Angelica "consoled" in her own manner:
  - There are many underground airfields in Berlin, so there we still have a chance to meet with the disc aircraft. In the background is a Focken-Wulf trough with wings.
  Alisa Selezneva fired an incendiary bullet at the more vulnerable but fast Salamander. The machine, with its slightly arrow-shaped foam wing, flew down, leaving a pinkish tail like a comet.
  The golden-haired warrior said:
  - It's just that the Focken-Wulf assault modification is invulnerable to a rifle. If the fighters are late, they can stuff ours to the brim!
  Arkashka teased Alisa Selezneva in response:
  - No, not a tenth! Or even a hundredth.
  The warrior snapped back:
  - Shut up, chatterbox!
  Instead of answering, Arkashka pulled out from his wide belt something that looked like a small rocket with a handle attached and proudly said:
  - Look what a little thing I got my hands on!
  Alisa Selezneva was very surprised, even hit herself painfully on the bridge of her nose with the butt of her rifle. She said with a howl:
  - What kind of miracle is this?
  . CHAPTER #15.
  Alisa Selezneva and her team were chained and suffered from forced idleness, chains on their hands and feet, and meager rations. You can't envy them. And the most important thing is that the suffering lasts so long. Alisa had never had to suffer for so long. And it's terrible.
  Meanwhile, things are happening that are even more terrible and unpleasant for the USSR.
  Von Bock reported to Hitler, his pig eyes sparkling with triumph:
  - Minsk has been abandoned by Soviet troops, mein Führer, we have closed the encirclement. More than three hundred thousand Soviet soldiers have been captured east of Bialystok. Large Russian forces have also been encircled in the Brest region! Our troops are invincible and advancing rapidly! Part of our forces, building on their success, have already reached the Berezina River and have begun to force it. The Russians are in a panic, their will to resist is under...
  Hitler interrupted von Bock:
  - Are the bridges across the Berezina blown up?
  Von Bock replied:
  - Fortunately no, mein Führer!
  Hitler grinned contentedly:
  - Well, aren't Russians idiots!
  Von Bock confirmed:
  - Of course they are idiots, my Fuhrer!
  Hitler remarked:
  - Are the camps for housing prisoners ready?
  Himmler nodded:
  - Yes, based on the experience of the Western company, we assume that there will be several million prisoners of war. So even a convoy is ready! We really didn't want to divert too many forces to this trash!
  Hitler replied:
  - Officers need to be kept separately and under heavy guard. Soldiers without officers are simply an inert mass, especially in the Soviet army, where everyone is intimidated by Stalin's repressions and feels like cogs.
  Himmler replied:
  - And we took that into account! An army without officers is like a fence without boards! However, many Soviet officers may well cooperate with us. There are plenty of traitors among Russians, as well as among other nations!
  Hitler replied:
  - That's right, identify them and take them into service! They will help the Third Reich achieve its highest goal - world domination. The Earth must have one master - the German!
  The Fuhrer's entourage threw up their paws:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer continued:
  - In general, these are reasonable and humane goals. Animals of a lower order, which are the Slavic peoples, must be driven into a stall! And this is what we must work on. And as harshly and aggressively as the troops of Tamerlane, without knowing mercy or pity.
  Goebbels timidly remarked:
  - Of course, that will be my Fuhrer, but for now we need allies among the enslaved peoples. In particular, we have prepared a fake that Ukrainians, Belarusians and Russians are not fraternal peoples at all. In particular, Russians are a Mongoloid race, consisting of Pechenegs, Khazars and Polovtsians, and Ukrainians come from the Caucasian group.
  Hitler barked:
  - That's right, there are almost three hundred million Slavs in the world, and in order to destroy them, we need to set them at odds! I believe we should reduce the Slavic population tenfold, leaving only the strongest as slaves.
  Goebbels smiled:
  - A brilliant idea, but it shouldn't be made public yet!
  Hitler replied:
  - But the fact that the Slavs are mentally and physically handicapped is worth it. Every soldier should know who the animals are in front of him.
  Goebbels agreed:
  - But we will publish this only in German. Our enemies need to be convinced that we respect your nation and despise the rest!
  Hitler grunted:
  - Gut! You understood me correctly, lame one!
  Phot Bock asked:
  - Will additional reinforcements be sent to me?
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - Why is that? After all, the enemy is broken on the front line!
  Von Bock explained:
  - That's right, on the front line! The Russians have large forces in the south. They are transferring reserves from there. Besides, the Soviets have declared a general mobilization, millions of newly mobilized, we still have some hot battles ahead. The enemy is strong.
  Hitler narrowed his eyes:
  - And what will Ruderstarm say?
  Ruderstarm was already approaching seventy, but he looked much younger. Fit, slender, with a moustache, a typical Prussian. Even during the First World War, Ruderstarm commanded a corps, was a general, one of the most experienced soldiers in the Wehrmacht. A skilled commander, not known for his cruelty. The field marshal bowed to the Fuhrer:
  - We managed to encircle the Soviet troops at the Lvov salient and win the battle at Rovno. The Russians are very strong, they have a great advantage, especially in tanks. The losses of our troops are quite significant.
  Hitler asked impatiently:
  - When will Kyiv be taken?
  Ruderstarm replied:
  - Kyiv is very well fortified, there are many forts around it and the famous Stalin line. I believe that if we fail to capture it on the move, a frontal assault is not advisable.
  Hitler grabbed the bouquet sticking out of the vase and knocked it down. He crumpled the flowers and threw them at Ruderstarm:
  - You're a dog!
  The Field Marshal bowed:
  - I am the sovereign's dog!
  The Fuhrer continued to scream:
  - Maybe you think that the seizure of Ukraine is inappropriate?
  Ruderstarm replied:
  - No! I don't count!
  Hitler screamed:
  - How can this be done without taking Kyiv?
  Rudershtarm explained:
  - We didn't take the Mangio line head-on, we went around it, so it's not necessary to hit the Stalin line with your head. Remember how your genius, the great Fuhrer, brought victory over a numerically superior enemy.
  Hitler immediately softened upon hearing the boast:
  - Yes, that's true!
  Ruderstarm shouted:
  - Heil Hitler!
  Everyone unanimously picked up after him:
  - Zin Heil!
  The Fuhrer raised his finger:
  - Okay then! That's quite reasonable! You want to bypass the Stalin line, but how are things in Belarus?
  Von Bock explained:
  - The Stalin Line is practically broken. However, the Russians themselves disarmed it. In particular, the key city of the enemy defense, Slutsk, was taken on June 26, practically without a fight. We captured a huge amount of ammunition and equipment right in the city.
  It must be said that the bunkers in the line were blown up by the Russians themselves, which greatly disappointed us. What idiots the Russians are!
  Hitler raised his glass of orange juice and took a few sips, then said instructively:
  - Don't underestimate Russians! Yes, Slavs are animals, but animals can also be cunning and treacherous. In particular, what do studies on monkeys say, and the fat one is a pig?
  Goering replied:
  - Confirm Darwin's theory!
  Hitler shook his finger:
  - That's it! Mental deficiency does not contradict animal cunning at all! Let's remember how cunning morons can be sometimes, for the sake of an extra ration! I know from personal experience.
  Goering replied:
  - But monkeys can be loyal and very obedient. As well as dogs, for example, the German Shepherd is very loyal, their level of intelligence is sometimes the envy of man.
  Hitler whistled:
  - Come to me, blondie!
  The snow-white shepherd quickly jumped up to Hitler. She was afraid and idolized her master, from whom one could expect both beatings and affection at any moment. Hitler narrowed his eyes and asked:
  - How far is it from Moscow?
  The dog barked twice. Hitler nodded:
  - That's right! And who is Goering?
  The dog turned around and stuck out its rear. Hitler burst out laughing:
  - That's right, ass! And who am I?
  The dog folded its front paws and howled. Hitler laughed even louder:
  - That's right, God! Now bark me the Internationale!
  The dog began barking so loudly that Hitler jumped up:
  - That's it! You've depicted it all superbly! Well, okay, what will Leib say?
  The commander of Army Group North stated:
  - Everything is going according to plan, my Fuhrer, our troops are already in Riga! There is a chance to take control of St. Petersburg right away.
  Hitler flared up:
  - That's right, big cities need to be taken on the fly! With one small throw!
  Which of us all is the coolest of the fascists will be better. Well, why are you shutting up, speak up:
  The retinue shouted:
  - Adolf Hitler!
  The Fuhrer added:
  - And my smartest dog! Come on, Goering, bark!
  Goering barked:
  - Woof-woof-woof! Hitler is a super-count!
  The Fuhrer suddenly hit the dog with a whip, it howled shrilly, jumped back and suddenly folded its paws like a corpse.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - And after this, who will not say that I am the Fuhrer - the real God. See how the dead will be resurrected!
  The whip whistles and the blow falls on the dog. And on the nose, too. Poor Blondie jumped up at once and barked hysterically. Her bark, however, sounded more like the cry of a beaten girl. There was so much hysteria in it. Hitler burst out laughing and his horns were picked up by his entourage.
  - Glory to the great Fuhrer! The one who resurrects dogs!
  Hitler jumped on the table, knocking over glasses and shouted:
  - I am a wolf of the free tribe and my name is Mowgli the Werewolf! Now at full voice!
  Everyone shouted in unison:
  - Zin Hail! Zin Hail! Zin Hail!
  The Fuhrer was slumped on the table, breaking crystal glasses and spilling wine. His tailcoat was disgustingly dirty. Hitler must have cut himself, because a shrill scream was heard:
  - Oh, oh, oh! I'm hurt.
  Several girls in white dresses ran in, they grabbed Hitler, poured a bucket of iodine on him and tightly bandaged him from head to toe. As a result, the Fuhrer turned into an Egyptian mummy. Only one mouth was free. The entourage really breathed a sigh of relief, the Fuhrer was finally swaddled and became safer.
  Hitler calmed down a little and said:
  - Now it's much better! As far as I understand, we win everywhere, only Ruderstarm has some problems.
  The Field Marshal stood at attention:
  - Oh great Fuhrer, the Russians have too many troops, especially tanks! We can't handle them!
  Hitler glanced sideways:
  - How can we not! And Goering?
  Goering jumped up:
  - I am the Fuhrer here!
  Hitler barked:
  - Can you eat a tank!
  Goering replied:
  - If the Fuhrer orders, then yes!
  Hitler squealed:
  - Tank in the studio!
  Bormann asked again:
  - To the studio!
  Hitler corrected:
  - To the throne room!
  Bormann squealed in unison with the Fuhrer:
  - Tank to the throne room!
  Beautiful girls, playing with their bare legs in short skirts, brought into the hall a cake masterfully made in the shape of a tank. The machine was covered with icing and glittered. In shape, it was an exact copy of the T-34. Hitler was delighted:
  - What a wonderful tank! I personally like it! What about the T-34 tank, a very cool machine?
  Von Bock replied:
  - Not so formidable! We deal with them successfully. Besides, this tank has a turret...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - I know, it rotates manually!
  Von Bock nodded:
  - We can hit this tank from the side!
  Hitler suggested:
  - We need a more powerful 275mm anti-tank gun. Why hasn't it been created yet?
  Speer noted:
  - Back in 1936, after the appearance of the French S -35, there were proposals to create an anti-tank seventy-five, but such proposals were ignored.
  Hitler asked:
  - By whom?
  Speer, smiling innocently, replied:
  - You are the Fuhrer!
  Hitler twitched, trying to tear the bandages, but they held him very tightly. Then he howled:
  - You bitch!
  Speer replied:
  - Whatever my Fuhrer is, the fact remains that the weapon we so badly need has not been created.
  Hitler shouted:
  - Well, no need! We'll defeat the Russians anyway! Who gave the go-ahead for the T-34 testing? Speak up!
  Speer replied:
  - Marshal Kulik.
  Hitler joked:
  - Marshal Kulik is a total zero!
  The crowd applauded:
  - What extraordinary depth our Fuhrer has!
  Hitler nodded, which was difficult because of the bandages:
  - Yes, the greatness and depth of my thoughts are immeasurable! And for my native land to blossom, well, repeat after me...
  The surroundings shouted in unison:
  - Zin Heil!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - Now I'm satisfied! And now the following. Listen to me, you fat bastard Goering, and obey.
  Goering hit himself on the ears:
  - I have set up a locator, Fuhrer!
  Hitler grunted:
  - So listen to me with all your ears!
  - Yes, great!
  Hitler coughed, the girls began to hit him on the back with their palms. Having coughed thoroughly, Hitler said:
  - Well, that's much better! So you see, Goering, this is a wonderful Russian tank?
  Goering bowed:
  - Yes, the greatest!
  - Then eat it!
  Goering bared his teeth:
  - You want me to eat it!
  Hitler barked:
  - But you promised to eat a tank for me!
  Goering bowed even lower:
  - The great Fuhrer promised!
  - So eat, bitch!
  Goering asked:
  - Maybe you could give me a knife and fork!
  Hitler snorted:
  - Why?
  Goering was offended:
  - Well, I'm not a pig!
  Hitler objected:
  - Just a pig!
  Goering replied:
  - I am the bearer of the great German culture!
  Hitler mimicked:
  - You are a stinking representative of a disgusting nature!
  Goebbels pretended to cry out:
  - Do you really want Herman to swallow the whole tank at once?
  Hitler nodded:
  - The whole cake down to the bones!
  Goebbels chuckled:
  - Well, Herman, it looks like I'll have to eat you!
  Hitler corrected:
  - Not you, but you! Well, eat faster, bitch, before I order you to be fried in pork fat! Hwi-hwi-hwi!
  Goering hastened to carry out the Fuhrer's order. He fell upon the cake like a boar upon a slop trough:
  - For you I will do anything, my Fuhrer.
  The rest of Hitler's entourage snickered and began pointing fingers at the glutton Goering.
  - This is hilarious! What an ugly monstrosity!
  Hitler snorted angrily into his moustache and said with pathos:
  - Whoever does not love the Fuhrer, does not value life! Because our life is service to Great Germany!
  The retinue nodded and again barked out the hackneyed phrase:
  - Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer waved his bandaged paw with difficulty:
  - Zin Heil!
  Goering began to devour the tank with his hands. The armor made of icing and cream burst and the Nazi two got dirty as a pig. The tank gave in with difficulty, Goering chomped, getting his snout dirty. It all looked more than comical. A kind of idiotic idiocy!
  Hitler twirled his finger at his temple:
  - You're doing a commendable job, Goering.
  Nazi Two continued to puff and try. His little eyes were swollen with cream, and he himself became a slippery worm, in blue, green, pink and yellow. To be fair, it should be noted that the cake that Goering was devouring was very tasty. Nazi Two gorged himself, swallowing huge pieces. Hitler even seriously remarked:
  - He who eats a lot has a clear conscience, but a dirty intestine! Let our propaganda be an enema.
  Goebbels replied:
  - And our propaganda is an enema for the brain!
  Hitler asked:
  - Come on, take off the bandages from me, I"ve already recovered!
  The girls rushed to carry out the Fuhrer's order. They quickly unwound the possessed Adolf.
  Borman suggested:
  - Maybe make bandages out of concrete?
  Hitler objected:
  - No, from grass and straw! It will be much cheaper!
  Bormann cried out:
  - Yes, great is the wisdom of the Fuhrer!
  Goebbels corrected:
  - Not great, but endless!
  Borman responded:
  - May it shine forever and ever!
  Hitler sang:
  - I'll rush into battle again tomorrow, but I know for sure that I'll return! Even if it's a hundred centuries later, to the delight of fools!
  Speer shouted:
  - No one can oppose the will of the Fuhrer.
  Goebbels suggested:
  - Let's erect a monument to the Fuhrer in Brest. A large statue pointing its fox to the east.
  Hitler agreed:
  - I am a pharaoh! When we take Moscow, I will order the Kremlin to be blown up and a three-kilometer-high pyramid to be built in its place. I will become the greatest of pharaohs, and the whole world will scream, well, what...
  The surroundings screamed:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer hissed:
  - Idiots! The whole world will shout hallelujah to Hitler - the creator of the universe! And what will be impaled against this!
  Everyone said in unison:
  - O great and wise Adolf! Do not contradict the Fuhrer!
  Goering's belly swelled and he screamed:
  - Great Fuhrer, permission to leave!
  Hitler barked:
  - The tank hasn't eaten them yet!
  Goering groaned:
  - Just a little more and I'll shit myself!
  Hitler laughed:
  - That's even better!
  Goering groaned with a last effort:
  - And you will sniff!
  Hitler's face twisted and the Fuhrer yelled:
  - Remove it immediately! What kind of shit would I smell?
  The girls immediately ran in, grabbed Goering, and dragged him to the outhouse of the Imperial Chancellery, with its golden toilet. At the same time, the charming beauties confused the mug and the backside of the Nazi two, plunging their heads into the toilet.
  By this time, Hitler had found another victim:
  - Himmler, why was your information about the number of Soviet tanks and aircraft inaccurate?
  The Reichfuehrer replied:
  - In total, there were just as many of them as we did, and we counted on more than twenty thousand tanks and over twenty thousand planes!
  Hitler barked:
  - Why more than ours! Who is responsible for this?
  Himmler nodded:
  - Reich Minister Stich!
  Hitler punched the nearest girl in the chest and yelled:
  - Where is Stich?
  A short, plump little man jumped out from behind a column:
  - It is I, mein Führer!
  Hitler sneered contemptuously:
  - You've eaten yourself a snot, Shtikh! It's obvious you eat lard and feces. By the way, do you know how to catch crayfish?
  Stich shook his head:
  - No!
  - On a dead granny! The SS cut off her head, ripped open her stomach and threw her into a gutter. It's very funny, and by the way, why was the plan to form thirty-six German tank divisions thwarted? Why are you silent, gopher!
  Stich replied:
  - We have fulfilled the plan for the production of tanks and aircraft. At least the one that Goering gave us.
  Hitler went berserk:
  - Goering again! I'll hang him soon! No, I'll skin him alive! No, I'll put him in acid!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - Maybe we should start by depriving him of his title as Reich Marshal and curator of the economy?
  Hitler objected:
  - No! That won't happen! Who am I supposed to mock then? Hit you a couple of times and you'll kick the bucket, Hebe.
  Goebbels asked:
  - Is it really necessary to have an environment just to mock him?
  Hitler barked:
  - What else are you good for, stinking rats! In any case, I've said everything that needs to be said about you!
  Borman suggested:
  - Maybe you want to see Mein Führer the ice ride.
  Hitler asked:
  - With blood?
  Bormann said helpfully:
  - Of course, great with blood!
  The Fuhrer waved his paw:
  - In that case, start! Although no, finish the cake first. See how Goering "smashed" it!
  Bormann asked:
  - Allow me, great Adolf, to finish him off with knives and forks!
  Hitler asked again:
  - Why is that?
  Borman explained:
  - So that we don't get infected and our stomachs don't hurt! Because a sick army is twice as weak. And we still need to defeat the USSR.
  Hitler nodded:
  - When I hear the words Soviet Union, my hand reaches for the machine gun. Okay, take your spoons and forks, eat!
  The entourage obediently rushed to carry out the order, devouring the cake. They were loudly chomping and making a terrible noise, bumping their foreheads. It was very reminiscent of a luxurious pigsty.
  Hitler thought. Time flies and when Adolf becomes old and feeble, these pigs will simply trample him. After the end of the war, they will all need to be sent to a concentration camp, replacing them with strong guys from the Hitler Youth, who are accustomed to considering Him God! And in general, why not invent a medicine, or some kind of radiation that would make the Fuhrer immortal. Is science really powerless before the onslaught of time? This cannot be! He, Hitler, read various studies of paranormal forces and occult phenomena in his youth. In particular, the demons of hell could return youth to a faithful servant of Satan. Even if it was necessary to kill for this. Hitler's heart is not made of stone either, it is now, having injected himself with drugs, that he is talking outright nonsense. But in fact, sometimes, especially when the intoxication subsides, he wants to do good. Who will he go down in world history as? If Germany wins, then as the greatest of the greatest rulers. After all, history is written by the victors! But, in case of defeat, he will be cursed forever, his name will be used to frighten children. Or rather, most likely they are already frightening them! As in the world not yet conquered by Germany, the consciousness is pricked by evil caricatures of the Fuhrer, depicting him as the greatest man who ever lived, in a funny way! However, we should ask Goebbels:
  - Are the caricatures of Stalin ready?
  Goebbels, gorging himself on cake, replied:
  - So definitely great!
  - And he is sufficiently humiliated!
  Goebbels nodded:
  - If you want, we will show you a film. It is called: Red Hell. It contains all the evidence and horrors of the country of the Soviets.
  Hitler nodded:
  - There! And I need to be shown as kind and fair! As if I bring light and liberation to the world. And remind me that there is no equality in the USSR. Communists are the worst exploiters. They squeeze all the juices out of their people. We need to show films about how well our workers live, well-fed, beautiful, neat. After all, we Germans have order. We need to show happy, smiling faces. And especially make sure that all the women who get into the frame are young and beautiful.
  Goebbels asked:
  - And show the children!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Of course, and as much as possible! I love such spectacles, especially when children's heels are scorched by fire.
  Goebbels corrected:
  - But we will show only happy and contented children, the best and most exemplary Third Reich!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Everything should work for deception! Better to believe than in a big lie, only in a very big lie!
  The idol asked:
  - What should soldiers do if a child sticks out his tongue or makes a nose?
  Hitler roared a mad speech:
  - Answer with a bullet! And if there is a chance to catch and hang upside down! However, it would be nice to create special units from children of inferior nations. Exterminate animals with the hands of animals!
  Himmler replied:
  - There are already similar projects! We will force children to inform on their parents, we will introduce incentives for informers. Some of the most advanced ones can even count on German citizenship.
  Hitler snorted:
  - Not to give German citizenship to full-fledged people! This is nonsense!
  Himmler corrected:
  - We will not give, we will only promise!
  Hitler replied:
  - Lie in moderation, honorably, so as not to be caught at your word! After all, there are salutary lies, and there are empty lies.
  Himmler bowed:
  - In this case, it is a lie for the benefit of Germany.
  Hitler replied:
  - In that case, I agree! Well, okay, I'm tired of chatter about state affairs, let's enjoy a gladiatorial fight!
  Bormann ordered:
  - Clear the Fuhrer's view!
  Hitler corrected:
  - To the Great Fuhrer!
  Bormann screamed even louder:
  - Clear the view of the great Fuhrer!
  The walls parted, and a huge aquarium appeared. Its bottom was covered with a thick layer of frost.
  Hitler grunted:
  - Not much snow!
  Bormann bared his teeth:
  - We tried to do as much as possible, but we are to blame, we didn"t have time!
  Hitler waved his hand:
  - Let's watch the spectacle first!
  Three muscular young men, no older than fifteen or sixteen, ran into the ring wearing shorts. It was obvious that they were not very comfortable in the cold. Their tanned skin quickly turned red.
  Hitler asked:
  - And the girls?
  Bormann whispered:
  - The master will be here now!
  Girls in bathing suits jumped out into the arena! There were four of them, Bormann decided to give them an advantage, so Hitler hinted that a woman-slave is much more valuable than a man-slave.
  The bare feet of the beauties left graceful traces on the frost! The girls were in pain, their bare heels turned red.
  Bormann noted:
  - Mixed fights are always interesting! Women and men, better than just men or women.
  Hitler nodded:
  - True! I love mixing genres! Well, as always, the stakes will be secret. I hope they will fight beautifully.
  The girls had long swords and hatchets in their hands. The boys had only swords. The inequality was visible. One of the girls was red-haired, the others were fair-haired. Beautiful, muscular, judging by the scars, these large ladies were more experienced gladiators.
  Bormann gave Hitler a hint.
  - Red-haired SS fighter Elvira became famous for burning down a Catholic church along with civilians. The church raised a ruckus, and had to punish her. The others are also experienced fighters, they are better than just handsome young men.
  Hitler replied:
  - Amazing!
  The red-haired girl was indeed one meter ninety, weighing almost a hundred kilograms without a drop of fat. Balls of muscle rolled over her tanned skin. Hitler looked at her greedily. Weak and puny since childhood, he simply went crazy from the presence of strong women. What muscles the girl had, how she resembled the ideal of an Aryan.
  Bormann stated:
  - Well then! I'm glad to please the Fuhrer!
  The SS anthem began to play and the gladiators entered the battle. The young men fought sluggishly at first, they did not want to kill the girls, and the females, like experienced she-wolves, stretched out the pleasure. Then the redhead hit the young man in the groin, forcing him to bend over in pain, after which she ran the tip of the sword across his collarbone, making a scratch. The young man was clearly trying to parry.
  Hitler, watching the battle through powerful binoculars, was turned on by the powerful legs and luxurious hips of the red-haired girl. And her back, her muscles rippled like waves on water, sometimes tensing, sometimes relaxing. She played with the prisoners, scratching them from time to time, but was in no hurry to cause serious injuries. The other girls also behaved playfully, sometimes attacking, punching the guys, sometimes going into defense. The guys opposing them were not experienced enough, had almost no skill in handling a sword and therefore often missed. Only once, a young man fighting on the right ripped open the bra on the blonde girl's chest. Her nipples were exposed. Hitler, seeing this magnificence, howled:
  - How cool is this fight!
  The girl, blushing with annoyance, furiously gouged out the boy's eye, then he staggered from the pain and retreated. It was quite cold in the aquarium, bare feet were freezing, the ice burned no worse than hot iron. The girls apparently decided that they had enough of playing to the crowd and went on the offensive. The bleeding young men fought back extremely sluggishly. Here Elvira gouged out one of the boys' eyes, first one, then the other.
  Hitler squealed:
  - These are the real Aryans!
  Borman suggested:
  - Maybe turn on the snowball?
  Hitler waved it off:
  - Not yet! Visibility will drop! But in general it's a good idea that blonde girls win over boys. Who are these guys?
  Bormann replied:
  - Russians! Just captured from the nearby villages!
  - Why are they silent!
  - Languages are paralyzed!
  - Next time, make them talk! I love listening to strong Russian swearing!
  Elvira cut off the head of one of the guys, the other two fell to their knees bleeding.
  - Finish them off! - Hitler shouted.
  . CHAPTER #16.
  The true Aryans nodded and the swords fell on the heads of the boys. They screamed and fell. The gladiators stood with bare, reddened feet on the corpses of the fallen boys and let out a cry:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer bared his teeth:
  - What's wonderful, even remarkable! Murder is what you need! It rings like a serenade!
  Goebbels noted:
  - Yes, beautiful girls, but one fight is not enough.
  Bormann nodded:
  - There will be another fight! Or rather, several! We will thoroughly entertain you, oh great Fuhrer!
  Hitler replied:
  - Yes, entertaining me is a good thing!
  Bormann nodded:
  - And very difficult!
  Hitler objected:
  - Not really! I like oranges and spectacles!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - Maybe something more diverse than sword fights! I'm tired of this antiquity!
  Bormann replied:
  - Now you will see something more diverse!
  Goering was dragged out of the toilet. The fat Reichmarshal seemed to have shit himself pretty badly; he was doused with expensive French cologne. The smell of perfume and feces spread throughout the room.
  Hitler pouted:
  - No, this is disgusting! We must act more carefully! In short, throw him out of there!
  Borman corrected:
  - Maybe from here!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Yes, and from here!
  Goering was picked up and dragged out of the hall. Meanwhile, the scenery in the ice aquarium changed. A half-naked girl with a trident and a net entered the arena. She was large, tall, dark-skinned, and clearly of Arab origin.
  The snow was burning her bare, rough feet. Apparently, she was a very strong girl who had been trained many times. Entering the ring, she bowed low to Hitler and his retinue, saying in English!
  - Let my lord be glorified!
  Hitler agreed:
  - Yes, I am Adolf, the master of all that exists!
  Goebbels replied:
  - The English language is very melodic!
  Hitler barked:
  - Like a rusty saw on oak! What a crap language! It's not for nothing that the best poets of all times and nations were Germans!
  Bormann nodded:
  - Yes, the highest level of German culture!
  Hitler sang:
  - What is Russian culture famous for! Well, let's say Stalin is a multi-armed fang! And a rough banknote with Lenin! And to hit someone in the eye with a spinner and a sickle!
  The retinue applauded:
  - Really, Adolf! You have an amazing sense of rhythm!
  Hitler even started dancing:
  - I'm a fascist! I'm a super fascist!
  The girl in the snowy arena nervously moved her bare, muscular legs. She, accustomed to a warmer climate, was very uncomfortable. Her skin began to turn blue, and then the beauty began to jump.
  Hitler quipped:
  - Look how hot this whore is!
  Goebbels noted:
  - She's an Arab warrior, which means she's not a whore!
  Hitler whistled:
  - And in my opinion, she's even worse than a whore! Maybe I should warm her heels with a hot iron, Hebe?
  Borman suggested:
  - Let's give her a little whipping!
  Hitler objected:
  - Let there be a fight first! Who is her opponent!
  Bormann whispered:
  - Here he is already coming out!
  Hitler perked up:
  - He says so!
  Bormann nodded:
  - Yes, it is!
  Hitler snorted contentedly:
  - So it's a male! You know, I'm happy!
  Bormann cried out:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer nodded:
  - Right!
  Berman added:
  - And quite a large one!
  The music started playing, the cage opened and a lion slowly walked out into the arena. A rather large animal with bared fangs.
  Hitler was delighted:
  - Now that's a worthy opponent, I agree!
  Bormann pointed his finger:
  - Look, Fuhrer, what a thick mane he has!
  Hitler agreed:
  - Yes, it's thick! But I hope the girl shaves it!
  The lion was also quite cold, the snow was baking his mighty paws. The beast turned and growled.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - He's not looking at me!
  Bormann replied:
  - No, the greatest! Even flies are afraid to land on you!
  Hitler agreed:
  - I myself can crush anyone like a fly!
  Borman chuckled:
  - We'll crush the flies!
  The girl shifted slightly! The sight of the menacing beast with its bared jaws filled her with apprehension. The lion roared once more and began to approach. Hitler snapped his fingers at Bormann's forehead:
  - What are we placing bets on, gentlemen?
  Bormann asked:
  - And who do you want to bet on?
  Hitler hesitated and then slapped his deputy on the forehead with his palm:
  - On the lion!
  The surroundings immediately became animated. Idol declared:
  - And I'm also on the lion!
  Ruderstarm objected:
  - And I'm looking at the girl!
  Himmler replied:
  - It is very stupid to bet on someone other than the one the Fuhrer ordered!
  Hitler corrected:
  - I didn't give any order! Make free bets!
  Borman confirmed:
  - The fight is fair, nothing is set up in advance!
  Himmler reported:
  - But I still want to be on the lion, to be with my beloved Fuhrer!
  Hitler raised his hand:
  - Zin Heil! The bets are completely open!
  Meanwhile, the lion rushed at the girl. She deftly scratched him with a trident and jumped aside.
  Hitler praised:
  - And she's quite clever!
  Himmler suggested:
  - Pepper this woman in the anus!
  Hitler agreed:
  - It's about time!
  The lion jumped again, and with his paw he managed to tear off the girl's loincloth, revealing her firm buttocks. The Fuhrer howled:
  - Well done, Leva!
  The girl deftly threw the net, and the lion got entangled in it. The beast desperately tried to untangle himself, but he got even more entangled. His twitching became hysterical.
  Hitler yelled:
  - What a clever fool you are! Serves the lion right!
  The girl tried to pierce her opponent with the trident with all her might. But the tip was not sharp enough to pierce the thick lion skin. The beast only received scratches and roared in response. The monster even tried to crawl, dragging the net along the snow.
  Hitler was amused:
  - Not even funny! Now that's what I call a fight!
  Himmler replied:
  - What a brave devil!
  The Fuhrer agreed:
  - Very brave!
  Borman suggested:
  - Maybe throw her another trident!
  Hitler asked:
  - What's bad about that?!
  Bormann nodded:
  - A bit dumb!
  Hitler waved it off:
  - No! I like to watch the victim's prolonged agony!
  Bormann replied:
  - Let him suffer!
  The girl continued to jump back and stab the lion, thrusting her trident. She was forced to move all the time as the cold bit her bare heels. And yet, after making several furious lunges, she managed to seriously hit the lion. Quite thick blood flowed:
  Hitler remarked:
  - This is my love for animals!
  Borman chuckled:
  - Maybe we should whip the woman!
  Hitler objected:
  - No need!
  Bormann asked sarcastically:
  - Why?
  - Because she is brave!
  The girl continued to jump, her little legs were already turning blue from the cold, her body was shaking.
  Himmler noted:
  - A model example of Arabic culture!
  Hitler asked:
  - Arabic?
  - Yes, my lord!
  Hitler said, grimacing:
  - I like the Arabs! Their religion is not as stupid and pacifistic as Christianity.
  Himmler agreed:
  - She truly promises paradise to the warrior of Allah.
  Hitler smashed his glass on the table:
  - And our Christians do not teach at all that we need to fight and struggle for the Reich, for Germany!
  Himmler stepped back:
  - They don't teach anything! Especially the stupid Jehovah's Witnesses. Not a sect, but a complete degenerate of traitors!
  Hitler agreed:
  - We will hang them!
  Himmler noted:
  - Hanging is not enough! We need to impale!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - That's right! Impale!
  Bormann replied:
  - We will prepare a similar order for Jehovah's Witnesses.
  Hitler confirmed:
  - And the Seventh-Day Adventists! This Judaizing sect of Sabbatarians must be wiped off the face of the universe.
  Bormann bared his teeth:
  - We will feed Adventists pork!
  Gradually the lion's movements slowed down. The beast was losing more and more blood, and its opponent was suffering more and more from the cold. She hit the lion in the eye, knocking out the eye with the tip. Then she scratched the lion's body again.
  Hitler remarked:
  - The girl is suffering!
  Bormann asked:
  - Help her or not!
  Hitler replied:
  - Look how frozen her feet are. Burn her heels with a hot iron. The baby will get warmer.
  Bormann was delighted:
  - Go ahead and burn this bitch's heels with something hot.
  Two huge SS men jumped into the aquarium. They were waving a hot iron and were clearly trying to roast the girl.
  She jumped back, and the SS man, having missed, fell sprawling in front of her. Then the tangled lion made a final lunge and sank his tooth into the fascist's shoulder. He screamed wildly, fighting back.
  Hitler was delighted:
  - Well, I really wanted to see a torn human body!
  Bormann stated:
  - If you want, mein Führer, we will tear as many as you want to pieces right now!
  Hitler waved it off:
  - I wanted to see exactly what was torn apart by a lion!
  Borman chuckled:
  - Your dream, fascist, has come true!
  Hitler asked:
  - Only a fascist!
  Bormann bowed:
  - Sorry Nazi one!
  Meanwhile, the lion finished off his victim and rushed towards the girl again. Meanwhile, she knocked out the second Nazi with a deft blow of her trident to the jaw. He still wanted to fry her legs. The bastard fell unconscious. The girl jumped up to him and pulled a long dagger from her belt:
  - I am a great warrior! My name is Achilia!
  Hitler shouted:
  - Bravo! I am delighted!
  Bormann replied:
  - You sincerely like our guest!
  Hitler replied:
  - Yes! I love such strong women. She is a true Aryan.
  The girl jumped up to the lion and finished him off with a powerful blow. The huge carcass fell silent.
  Hitler nodded:
  - Bravo! Wonderful!
  Bormann replied:
  - Maybe you want to invite her to the table!
  Hitler asked:
  - Does she speak German?
  Bormann winced:
  - No, but he speaks English fluently.
  Hitler smiled:
  - So what, I know this language like a native!
  Bormann stated:
  - I also believe that you need to know the weapons of your enemies.
  Hitler remarked:
  - What huge territories the English controlled! Or rather, they still control them! They are a great nation.
  Himmler replied:
  - Honestly, you think of them as barbarians! And if they were a little stupider, it would be better for us!
  Hitler nodded:
  - For us, yes, but not for culture! The great Western culture! I am very worried that if Britain disintegrates, the natives in the colonies will raise their heads and the white man's dominance will end.
  Himmler replied:
  - A German will replace an Englishman, that's all!
  Bormann stated:
  - We believe in your genius, Fuhrer!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Invite the girl to the table!
  The warrior was released from the aquarium. She was given a loincloth and went to the table. Hitler straightened his back, put his hands on his hips. He looked like a ruler.
  A girl in a loincloth and a thin strip of fabric on her chest approached the table, tightening her abs. Her legs were very red from the cold, she tried to move with grace.
  Hitler politely indicated a place for her next to him. The warrior sat down. The Fuhrer asked in English:
  - What impression did Germany make on you?
  The girl replied:
  - A model country! Everything is very clean and tidy.
  Hitler asked:
  - What city are you from?
  The girl answered, straightening up proudly:
  - Baghdad!
  - What is your name?
  The warrior frowned:
  - I'm Achilia!
  Hitler slapped her on the shoulder, the girl shuddered. The Fuhrer leaned over and kissed her on the cheek:
  - Dear Achilia!
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes, I am both sweet and gentle!
  Hitler asked:
  - Where did you learn to fight so well?
  The warrior replied:
  - When I was still a girl, I was sold to a brothel, and then for a misdemeanor I was put in the arena with a sword against a boy. But the unthinkable happened, I killed him and ended up in a gladiator school. Women often fight there, many of them perform bed duties after the fight.
  Hitler nodded:
  - A woman is both a warrior and a keeper of the hearth! A German woman is obliged to do and be able to do everything. Are you a Muslim?
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes! Sunitka!
  Hitler nodded:
  - These are those who, in addition to the Koran, also recognize the book of Sunnah, a rather extensive tradition!
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes! But I rarely pray and fight a lot! To be honest, I have big doubts about whether Allah or God exists.
  Hitler asked kindly:
  - Why do you think so, Achilia?
  The girl replied:
  - I read the English translation of Nietzsche. He has deep thoughts that made a strong impression on me.
  Hitler replied:
  - Much of Friedrich Nietzsche is true, but his ideas need creative development. I gave them completeness and perfection.
  Ahilia agreed:
  - Many of my compatriots idolize Hitler. They believe that he will bring liberation to everyone!
  Hitler barked:
  - They think correctly! There is no one in the world cooler than Adolf! Okay, enough chatter, I want to see a new gladiator fight.
  Bormann nodded:
  - Next battle!
  Five fighters, two girls, and three boys no older than fifteen, ran into the arena. They had swords and shields. It was obvious that they were still inexperienced gladiators, as they did not feel particularly confident. The snow was baking their bare heels, and the girls and boys were jumping up and down.
  Hitler was touched:
  - And who is this?
  Bormann snorted:
  - Two Czech women, and the boys are Polish!
  Hitler barked:
  - I hope the fight will be interesting!
  Bormann nodded:
  - Of course my Fuhrer! I don't do hack work!
  Hitler kissed Achilia again:
  - You're wonderful! I often watched gladiator fights!
  The girl replied:
  - Unfortunately, often the Fuhrer! It's a cruel sight.
  Hitler asked:
  - Do you want to see something else?
  Ahilia nodded:
  - If men fight!
  Hitler replied:
  - There are exactly three men, in your country at their age they are already getting married, isn't that right, my dear!
  The girl replied:
  - Of course! I experienced the love of my first man at the age of nine.
  Hitler was surprised:
  - Well, how did you like it?
  The girl shook her head:
  - It was more painful than pleasant!
  Hitler remarked:
  - I am very cultured and polite with women. Hey Bormann, tell me who is the sexiest man in Germany?
  Bormann replied:
  - Of course you are my Fuhrer!
  Hitler puffed himself up:
  - True greatness does not need flattery!
  Ahilia said breathlessly:
  - You are a worthy Sultan of Europe!
  Hitler replied:
  - The East is a delicate matter!
  The enemy entered the arena to the noise and applause of the Hitlerite entourage. A huge fanged tiger, a good three meters long. He growled dully, his opponents, two girls and boys, timidly backed away.
  Bormann asked:
  - How are you, handsome?
  Hitler took a sip of champagne:
  - Not bad at all! Is this a Bengal tiger?
  Borman corrected:
  - Ussuriysky, a gift from Stalin!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Yes, I remember, Joseph gave it to me on the eve of the war! A very respectable animal! Majestic as Asia itself.
  Bormann agreed:
  - If Stalin gives, he gives! He's three meters tall without his tail, and four and a half meters with his tail.
  Hitler took a bite of the cake and, after chewing, replied:
  - I hope he puts up a good fight!
  Bormann nodded:
  - You'll see for yourself!
  Tigra turned his face and looked towards Hitler. The Fuhrer asked:
  - Why doesn't he start?
  Borman explained:
  - Waiting for a signal!
  - So let's go faster!
  A trumpet sounded and the huge carcass snapped its tail against its thighs. Five gladiators, shuddering from the cold and jumping on their numb legs, tried to build a defense.
  Hitler noted:
  - What pathetic attempts!
  Goebbels replied:
  - Tiger is Germany, we beat the enemy piece by piece.
  The beast leaped sharply, knocking down the blond boy. Falling on him, it ripped open his stomach. The other gladiators dealt a few weak blows and began to run away.
  Hitler snorted:
  - There is no core! No life core!
  Goebbels replied:
  - And many of them don't have any brains! They need to stick together, otherwise the tiger will tear them apart separately.
  As if in time with his words, the monster abandoned the torn boy and rushed after the girl. Outwardly huge and clumsy, this beast moved swiftly, even with animal grace. Like lightning, a leap and the girl was knocked down, the tiger broke her spine and bit her neck, blood spurted from his mouth.
  Hitler screamed:
  - And you, tiger, come on, well done!
  Ahilia objected:
  - Honestly, I feel sorry for the kids! They are still very young, probably in the arena for the first time! And they are faced with a cruel reality!
  Hitler replied:
  - Nature is cruel! Why can't a person be cruel for the sake of a higher goal - to make humanity cleaner and better!
  Ahilia noted:
  - That's already better! It's good when there's a good goal, but it's even better if the means are worthy!
  Having finished with the second victim, the tiger rushed after the third. He did not devour the dead completely, but simply tore out the best pieces. Tigers, like people, are different, and this was a killer!
  Hitler even joked:
  - A gift from a cannibal, from a cannibal!
  Himmler asked:
  - And if we catch Stalin, what should we do with him?
  Hitler replied:
  - I'll decide for myself, catch me first! However, Stalin may even escape to the USA, such an outcome cannot be ruled out.
  Himmler bared his teeth:
  - The better, we'll conquer America at the same time.
  Hitler smiled:
  - Yes, conquering the USA is a worthy goal. I heard that the "Americans" are seriously taking up the atomic bomb, believing in this terrible weapon!
  Himmler nodded:
  - That's right! Those rats are up to something similar!
  Hitler pinched Achilia on the chest:
  - They won't succeed.
  Himmler asked:
  - Why?
  Hitler replied, drawing out his words:
  - Most American scientists are Jews, and this nation is not capable of constructive creativity.
  Himmler replied:
  - To the constructive, yes, but to destroy...
  The tiger tormented the third victim a little longer, gnawing the bones, exposing them. Hitler even clicked his tongue with pleasure:
  - This is beauty! - He pronounced the Russian word Fuhrer.
  Himmler noted:
  - Blood is a pleasure! Especially if it's not your own!
  Hitler remarked:
  - It's strange, but in all European languages, love rhymes with blood! It's quite strange, isn't it!
  Borman expressed his opinion:
  - Maybe it's because virgins shed streams of blood on their wedding night.
  Hitler interrupted:
  - What streams! Just a couple of drops! You're an idiot, Borman!
  The Deputy Fuhrer bowed:
  - An idiot if you like!
  Hitler remarked:
  - All these wars lead to many victims! I won't say that for me it passes without a trace. I feel a certain pity and compassion, especially when Germans die. How much we lost in the first week, and Idol.
  The commander of the ground forces replied:
  - Several thousand, we haven't counted the exact number, but overall, not that many! Many thousands, tens of thousands of Russians have been destroyed. Many hundreds of thousands have already been captured.
  Hitler remarked:
  - A good start to the war! Isn't it!
  Idol noted:
  - We will defeat all Russians! These hordes of Bolsheviks will be defeated!
  Hitler snorted:
  - You are all good at making promises! But to actually fulfill them! But okay, so far I am happy with the first week.
  Ahiliya said:
  - If you want, I will help you, great one!
  Hitler laughed:
  - And how can you help me?
  Ahilia replied:
  - Inspire to feats with your affection!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - Well, that's a different matter! By the way, what do you think about Stalin!
  The girl replied:
  - A great ruler, almost equal to you!
  The retinue retreated, fearing a furious outburst of Hitler's rage. But the Fuhrer suddenly smiled:
  - Yes, Stalin is a great ruler! Churchill and Roosevelt are just monkeys compared to him! Such monkeys, small and harmless! However, what else can be said about Stalin. All of Russia worships him, and that is worth a lot! In addition, he managed to create a huge army, stuffing the borders with tanks and planes. He really is Genghis Khan!
  Hitler paused and began stuffing himself with a piece of cream cake. Himmler remarked:
  - The stronger the enemy, the more honorable the victory!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - Maybe we should arrange an assassination attempt on Stalin?
  Hitler replied:
  - Not yet, I want to capture him alive!
  Himmler sighed:
  - It is very difficult to remove Stalin! He does not trust anyone! Not even Beria, although he is the second person in the state.
  Hitler nodded:
  - Can we try to bribe Beria?
  Himmler replied:
  - You can take a risk!
  Hitler barked:
  - Then take the risk!
  By this time the tiger had finished gnawing on the third victim and rushed at the fourth. The girls and the young man stood together shoulder to shoulder.
  Hitler laughed:
  - What are all these birds huddled together for? They're going to be torn apart like kittens!
  Bormann hissed:
  - Everything will be very simple! Although if it is not simple, then even better!
  Himmler proposed:
  - If you want, we can supply a lot of victims from the concentration camp! You will grind them all up!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Of course, everyone!
  The tiger jumped on the couple, trying to tear them apart. The young man and the girl made a response attack, stabbed with their swords. They managed to scratch the tiger, bloody stripes ran across its muzzle. The beast threw them in different directions in a jump. The guys retreated in fear.
  Hitler barked:
  - Weaklings! I've seen a dozen of these lion cubs by myself and all with my left hand! It's not for nothing that Hitler is synonymous with invincibility!
  Borman squealed:
  - Your greatness is simply immeasurable!
  Hitler hit his head on the glass:
  - And who would doubt the power of my hypnosis!
  Himmler added:
  - And verbal diarrhea!
  Hitler jumped up:
  - What did you say!
  Himmler replied:
  - I meant the verbal diarrhea of the Jews. I even composed an impromptu about them. A very interesting Fuhrer.
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - Come on, read!
  Himmler began:
  The Jewish people are a nation of bandits,
  That they sell their brother for a copper penny!
  A bastard pack of parasites,
  Crush them like a mandavosh!
  Hitler replied:
  - The poems are pretty mediocre! So you, Himmler, have screwed up.
  The Reichsfuehrer replied:
  - Of course, I am very far from you, great one!
  Bormann noted:
  - Is it worth discussing other people's talents? It's best to count the diamonds"
  Hitler grunted:
  - Sounds reasonable!
  The tigers were tearing apart the fourth victim. The surviving girl ran away. She watched this kind of robbery with fear. The tiger was openly devouring the meat. Like all predators, he tried to eat enough for later. That's why he was tearing the guy's insides.
  Bormann said with glee:
  - The same goes for the Pole!
  Hitler snorted:
  - What degenerates these Poles are!
  Ahilia asked:
  - Why the Poles?
  Hitler replied:
  - Because they lost wars to the Russians! What kind of weaklings do you have to be to lose battles to the Russians. To those pigs!
  Himmler agreed:
  - Big pigs! Russians are a degenerate branch of humanity!
  The idol objected:
  - They also defeated Frederick the Great!
  Himmler chuckled:
  - Oh, come on! That's a lie!
  Hitler replied:
  - Only through betrayal! They had no chance in a fair fight! Am I not Hitler, the greatest of military leaders!
  Bormann shouted:
  - Zin Heil!
  Hitler replied:
  - Heil Hitler! There is no one above me! Don't look lower!
  The entourage immediately began to praise the Fuhrer:
  - Yes, you are great and unique! Glory to Adolf!
  Hitler replied:
  - The Great Fuhrer is very pleased! There is no one above me, don't look below! I'll kill all the goats in the number twenty-three!
  Himmler asked:
  - Why exactly this number?
  Hitler replied:
  - The number of the devil! And you, an idiot, don't understand!
  Himmler agreed:
  - With my weak mind, of course!
  Hitler yelled:
  - Both Russians and Jews are one and the same abomination!
  Bormann noted:
  - We need to fight the partisans more strictly.
  Hitler replied:
  - So we will fight! I, the great Adolf, guarantee this!
  Borman sang:
  - Zin Heil!
  Hitler interrupted:
  - You're driving me crazy, Zin Heil! My head is splitting from this nonsense!
  Himmler exclaimed:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer was dissatisfied here too:
  - This is complete nonsense! Can't you come up with anything better, you idiot?
  Himmler was offended:
  - The best enemy of a good thing, mein Führer!
  Hitler agreed:
  - Especially if it's good shit!
  The tiger rushed at its next victim. The fifth girl tried to push it away with her feet, but her stomach was ripped open. The beauty screamed:
  - It hurts a lot!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - Here it is, the death machine!
  The girl twitched once more and went quiet, a trickle of blood flowing from her mouth. Goebbels noted:
  - This is the fate of those who resist the Third Reich!
  Hitler stated:
  - Tiger will get a special bonus, I'll feed him Molotov's liver. In the meantime, let's continue the fun.
  The music started playing and the fascist orgy continued!
  . CHAPTER #17.
  Only in her dreams was Alisa Selezneva finally able to immerse herself in the world of heroism.
  And there are many interesting things in this world, and things that happen on a cosmic scale.
  And you crush the fascists for real;
  Alisa Selezneva looked at the rocket that Arkasha Sapozhkov had brought her, and carefully felt the tip and several buttons.
  The boy explained to her:
  - It's a radio-guided missile for shooting down planes. Its flight can be controlled, and once it gets close, it already aims at the heat.
  Angelica was surprised:
  - How do you know this?
  The boy pulled a piece of paper rolled into a tube from his ear:
  - Here are the instructions.
  It was indeed written in small Latin letters. Full instructions for using anti-aircraft weapons. Alisa Selezneva was interested:
  - Distance up to three kilometers? Not enough against strategic bombers.
  Maximka giggled:
  - But it's perfect for frontline aviation and it can be carried by an infantryman. Imagine what practical value this rocket launcher will have. Even if this war is, unfortunately, already burning out.
  Angelica slapped the boy on the lips, he reflexively recoiled, but he was still caught. Maximka was offended:
  - And what is this for?
  Angelica, baring her teeth predatorily, replied:
  - You said, unfortunately, the war is burning out. That you don't have enough grief and tears. That you don't have enough buried sons?
  The boy responded with a smile and poetry:
  There is nothing more boring than the world -
  Where peace and grace reign!
  How hateful this calm is;
  It is better to give your life in battle!
  Alisa Selezneva liked this:
  - And what a beauty. Right on target! But let's test this thing on a Focke-Wulf.
  Angelica objected:
  - No! The target is too small. Maybe we'll wait for bigger prey!
  Alisa Selezneva looked at the sky. German attack aircraft were attacked by Soviet fighters. The phenomenal sniper girl switched to the "Salamanders", or HE-162 - the best mass-produced fighter of the Second World War. Light, very nimble machines, just winged mice. Some of them used rockets as weapons. Also an interesting weapon, however, due to their uncontrollability, such gifts were not the most mass-produced type...
  Alisa Selezneva had to shoot at the HE-162, so from the outstanding flight characteristics, they are deadly dangerous for Yaks and Ils. Especially the 30-millimeter guns with a destructive shell. It is difficult to fight with it. Sometimes you just have to ram. But then the Fritzes' counterattack began to fizzle out, and they began to roll back....
  The Salamanders try to provoke the Yaks and Shopkeepers into pursuing them. And they succeed.
  After all, Soviet pilots are known for almost never retreating or avoiding combat.
  But the HE-162 especially suffers from the relentless fire of incendiary bullets from Alisa Selezneva. She is a very accurate blonde sniper. Not a single miss. And incendiary bullets penetrate the tanks, poorly protected tails of the "Salamanders". Such machines are not adapted to protect against attacks from the rear hemisphere. However, the designers considered, and by the way, quite reasonably, that outstanding speed qualities (300 kilometers per hour higher than the Shopkeeper and Yak), and amazing maneuverability will allow such a machine to easily escape an attack from the tail.
  Alisa Selezneva shoots by intuition. She raises her automatic rifle, imagining that the bullet is her air kiss, which she needs to deliver to the pilot. She smoothly pulls the trigger. The grip of the captured rifle is a pistol grip, the trigger is smooth. The bullet is armor-piercing incendiary.
  You can't fire a burst from a rifle like that, but the girls don't need that. A sniper doesn't fire bursts, he's a surgeon, not a butcher.
  And so Alisa Selezneva "kisses" her partner, in this case the gas tank, and the "Salamander" lights up like a candle on a Christmas cake.
  But Angelica hits such a difficult target as a gas tank, the Salamander, which was rushing around the sky like a mad rabbit, and she swears:
  - Well, you are such pegasus, vomited by Hitler! Well, I'll get you!
  Alisa Selezneva advises her partner:
  - Don't aim for so long. You won't be able to aim at anything here. Their speed is almost equal to the speed of our bullets, spat out by the rifle.
  Angelica snapped:
  - How should I aim?
  Alisa Selezneva answered with a smile:
  - Don't aim at all. Shoot offhand and rely on intuition!
  Angelica waved her away with her bare foot:
  - Oh, come on! You'll never hit the target like that!
  Alisa Selezneva wondered where the Nazis made a mistake when planning such mosquito-like and just as easily flammable machines. Do they think that maneuverability is more important for a fighter than protection?
  In principle, this is true, but ground fire is not taken into account. And so the "Salamander" has only 50 kilograms of armor covering the frontal part. For comparison, the Focke-Wulf's armor makes up an impressive share of the takeoff weight - 250 kilograms, and in the attack modification even more. However, for the high survivability of the machine. You have to pay with relatively worse maneuverability (except for diving from the wing!).
  In general, the Salamanders are supposed to fly higher off the ground due to their vulnerability to machine gun fire, but in this case they are trying to protect the Focke-Wulf attack aircraft.
  Why die yourself, but save your comrade?
  But as soon as the altitude increased and Alisa Selezneva left the kill zone, the Soviet fighters began to suffer significant losses. True, a significant part of the German pilots are green recruits, but there are also more experienced aces. They cause serious problems.
  Alisa Selezneva decided:
  - Well, what then? Let's move on to land targets!
  Angelica suggested:
  -Then we need to work our legs more actively!
  And again, graceful girls' heels flashed. However, Arkashka did not lag behind them. The boy wanted a fight!
  Alisa Selezneva laid out an SS officer with a precise shot, hitting him right in the bridge of the nose, causing him to drop his Faustpatrone. The girl notices and sees everything, but she is quite tired, and the pain from the wound and the broken collarbone has suddenly increased. Oh, I wouldn't want to fall ill now, when the ring around Berlin has already closed, and the main criminal of all times and peoples, Adolf Hitler, is securely locked in his lair.
  Well, who would want to miss something like that? And who would refuse to personally hoist the flag on the imperial chancellery? Alisa Selezneva certainly wanted that.
  And the enemy still snapped back. Here are some interesting tankettes going into battle. Also, like the E-10, small and flattened. Only the silhouette is even lower, and the vehicle itself is narrower. And the armament is exclusively machine guns, but there are six "shooters" at once. And they meet infantry very effectively.
  The mown down soldiers fall like rye under a sickle, but they don't even think about lying down, but run forward and even throw grenades. They don't reach them yet, but the German tankettes back away. And the stormtroopers belatedly attack them.
  Alisa Selezneva managed to hit four optical sights, which, however, did not matter much. The Nazis retreated back, fired, and the Soviet attack aircraft were met by the restless Salamanders.
  And here comes another huge tank. It somehow resembled the already rumored "Maus". Or rather, two "Mauses" were in perfect working order, captured during the Bologna Offensive in Hungary, and the Nazis managed to blow up three more. The invulnerable machines confidently moved forward. Shells bounced off their armor like peas, and the 128-millimeter cannon with an initial shell velocity of 960 meters per second destroyed Soviet tanks at a long distance. With such monsters, a head-on battle was really fraught. The most vile thing was that the German machine could not penetrate the side of the hull or turret, like, for example, the "Royal Tiger". Even the lower part of the hull and almost all the tracks were covered with thick shields made of high-quality steel.
  The tracks themselves were also in several rows, wide, durable, with separate bogies.
  A terrifying and impenetrable machine, well protected from the sides and rear.
  When the petrol ran out, a couple of the crews surrendered, and three showed heroism by blowing up the surviving shells along with themselves.
  Such an act caused both annoyance and respect. As a result, the Maus, weighing 188 tons, became popular, the largest and heaviest of those tanks that were built in series.
  This tank was similar in armament to the Maus, much lower, more flattened, and had a much greater rational slope of the frontal, side and rear armor.
  Alisa Selezneva noted that the tank is lighter and faster. Apparently it is easy to control and moves along the road better than the IS-2.
  And here, by the way, are the ISs. They are being overtaken by the high-speed T-34-85s. The little darlings are just itching to get into battle.
  There seems to be only one Nazi tank, and Alisa Selezneva takes aim at it. It is necessary to break the sight. The task from such a distance is almost impossible, even for such a phenomenon as a blonde sniper.
  Alisa Selezneva suddenly felt pain in the wound again, raised herself a little, growling:
  - That's how we always have problems. Pain, like an uninvited guest, always comes at the wrong time, but never makes you regret leaving.
  But then the blonde's luck changed. A mine fired by a rocket-propelled weapon exploded too close to the warrior. She was thrown high into the air, and several small fragments hit her chest and right arm. And her body stopped obeying the invincible female sniper.
  But her head remained clear and the warrior could observe the progress of the battle.
  The crew of the Hitlerite tank was apparently well prepared, the first T-34 was hit at a distance of almost four kilometers. An almost thirty-kilogram shell literally tore off the turret.
  Alisa Selezneva whispered:
  - Here it is, a punch! And I can't turn it off.
  Angelica fired and spat loudly to the side:
  - I miss again, even though the target is close!
  Alisa Selezneva advised with difficulty:
  - Relax, shooting doesn't require strong emotions.
  Angelica fired again, squinting her eyes with the sly squint of a tigress, and objected:
  - Hockey requires strong emotions. And murder too.
  Soviet tanks tried to go at maximum speed, but on the road you can't go faster than 30 kilometers. And the German tank, an improved modification of the "Maus", just stands in place and shoots, trying to overtake.
  The second gun is also not weak 75 - millimeters from the "Panther" Yes, it is impressive, on the previous super-heavy machines, the barrel length was shorter. And this gun worked. The T-34-85 has a weak hull, only 45 - millimeters thick. So a gun with a barrel length of 70 is capable of penetrating from a long distance.
  Here the T-34, having received a hit, moved a little further by inertia and stopped. After which a playful smoke, like a snake from a fakir playing a pipe, came out of it.
  And the 128-mm cannon switched to the heavier, and therefore valuable, IS-2s. When hit, even such huge machines were twisted and their turrets were penetrated.
  Soviet tanks tried to respond by shooting on the move. The chances of hitting were small, but there were a lot of vehicles, and you would hit at least someone anyway. And that meant it would be for the Fritzes.
  The improved "Maus", even if shells hit it, confidently ricocheted them off the thick armor. But if the monster was hit, it only caused a shudder.
  Alisa Selezneva cried, the Nazi sitting in the cabin was a pretty good sniper. Verne both German gunners were among the best of the best. They were killing the enemy so confidently that several ISs even stopped, trying to shoot the enemy from a static position.
  Instead of calming down, Angelica became more and more nervous. The butt of the warrior's rifle twitched, and the bullets often hit even past her squat body.
  The redhead whispered:
  - Where are you, Saint George the Victorious, and where is the Queen of Heaven Mary? May you finally help the just cause.
  Arkashka blurted out out of place:
  - But the Germans have it written on their straps: "God is with us." And we, maybe not all of us, but the pioneers have the slogan: There is no God above man, God himself is man!
  Alice approved of this:
  - A good slogan. And a vital one! Indeed, the last thing to do is to turn to the Almighty, who, through the mouth of Christ, voiced the slogan: "If you were hit on the right cheek, turn the left." It is even unclear how the warlike Emperor Constantine could accept Christianity.
  Arkashka Saposhkov, a smart boy, rubbed his bare foot, also burnt by the fire, on the grass.
  - There are many irrational things in the world. Inexplicable by logic and simple human concepts. For example, why did the allies Churchill and Roosevelt decide to help us, although, for example, Hitler offered them peace and even a coalition war against the USSR. But they decided to help the class enemy, although it is clear that after the backbone of fascism is broken, the fat back of Western capital will be next.
  Angelica fired and cursed:
  - Of course it will. Only this flattened "Mouse" needs to be squashed.
  While they were talking, the T-34s, suffering significant losses, broke through to close combat range. The machine that promised to become a wonder weapon was only one. And as they say: one in the field is not a warrior. And although the strongly inclined armor of the flattened Maus withstood hits from 85-millimeter cannons with a large margin, when there are too many hits, deformation begins and cracks appear.
  However, in this improved modification of the "Maus", the cemented principle of armor and, unlike previous models, the large angle of rational inclination of thick sheets provides a large number of ricochets, which increases the survivability of the monster.
  But they shower it with shells thoroughly, you can imagine what the German tank crews feel inside. As if you stuck your head in a drum, and the drive is being beaten out on it. But apparently the gunners are experienced and continue to shoot, although they are already missing. And it is not easy for the Maus turret to rotate, but... The tank itself turns quickly enough, and the guns change the angle of fire.
  But the main target is the IS-2, while the ammunition is not yet exhausted, the Fritzes want to collect more "trophies".
  ISs are standing, and it is easier to hit them. But in general, the Nazi machine is quite effective. The number of tanks hit by shells has already exceeded thirty. That is, a record for the number of destroyed objects on tracks
  Alisa Selezneva whispers in annoyance:
  - What a giant. One against several regiments. And some people think that the Germans are fools.
  Angelica barked loudly:
  - I think so too!
  Alisa Selezneva, whose vision remained as sharp as Tamerlane's dagger, noted:
  - This is the Maus modification "B", at first I thought it was the E-100, but no. This is an improved model of the Maus with a lower silhouette and less weight. Perhaps the Germans changed the layout and their rear rollers became the leading ones. 200 mm at a rational angle of inclination, you have a chance to penetrate only a 152 mm anti-tank gun the first time. And that's from close range.
  The German mastodon continued to snarl like a bear hunted by dogs. No one managed to penetrate it, although the hits caused holes in the track screens. The Maus B showed all the advantages of its powerful multi-sided armor. It was impossible to defeat it, although the shelling intensified.
  Angelica is already moving on to seasoned curses, when suddenly the left side of the German giant collapses. And then more shells fly into the hole... Even the high-quality armor, apparently due to innovative technology, could not withstand a couple of hundred hits.
  The Maus was destroyed, and thirty-nine Soviet tanks were destroyed, of which nineteen were destroyed beyond repair.
  Angelica expressed herself:
  - The Lord threw up... To set us up like that!
  Alisa Selezneva blurted out:
  - And he didn"t make it to forty...
  And as if she had jinxed it, the T-34-85, from which the shell seemed to have ricocheted, suddenly exploded! Even the turret was torn off, and the tornado carried it away fifty meters.
  Angelica cursed:
  - Forty to one, alas, one! Ugh! What a setup... The damn machine, it killed so many of ours, and if there were ten of them...
  Alisa Selezneva expressed hope:
  - There's just a little bit left... And this torment will end, there will be victory and surprises will come to the finish line. - The girl burst into tears. - But I can't move my arms or legs.
  Angelica suddenly remembered something:
  - And I know a Siberian method for rapid recovery. Be patient a little and you know, you'll get up!
  And the redhead began to vigorously massage and rub her friend. Her long nails confidently massaged her heels, between her toes, then went over her ankles. Alisa Selezneva smiled in response:
  - Well, you'll tickle me. Maybe even more energetically?
  Angelica diligently did a health massage. Now she moved to the back, even her nails touched the girl's nipples. They immediately hardened and the girl began to breathe heavily, and then began to moan.
  Half an hour of voluptuous efforts, and Alisa Selezneva jumped up... The fragments flew out of the wounds, and the pain turned into only a slight itch. The blonde girl exclaimed:
  - Wow! I didn't think that a woman's affection had such a healing effect!
  Angelica smiled:
  - You need to influence correctly, especially erogenous zones. Then the body recovers faster and gains strength. By the way, you have probably heard the expression - love is stronger than magic.
  Alisa Selezneva winked in response:
  -I heard! But I still feel weak!
  Angelica sighed heavily:
  - A lot of blood has been lost. Too much... But it's not that much, let's run through it.
  After a few steps, Alisa Selezneva turned very pale and began to stagger. Angelica picked up her friend on her back and carried her. The girl was not heavy, the redhead was bigger than the blonde, but considering how exhausted they were in the last few days, even their Siberian training was failing them.
  Angelica was carrying her friend on her back, but not running, but walking quickly. Yes, she had once been in Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya's place. Even if not in reality, but in the virtual matrix of the Hypernet, but this is a completely imperceptible difference. Moreover, the frost was harsher in December. But how can you compare a Muscovite and a Siberian in terms of endurance, in resistance to cold. Especially if your father wants to make a superman or superhuman out of your child.
  The grease in the German submachine guns had frozen, and they were unable to fire at her accurately. And her bare feet were light, even in snowdrifts, unlike boots wrapped in blankets for warmth. So, despite her hands being tied behind her back, she managed to escape by cutting herself with a shard of a lamp that had broken on her head, a fairly thick rope. Not the first time, she had to saw it off, the rope was like a lasso, strong, especially for driving prisoners of war. And then several hours in the snowdrifts in the cold, almost naked in only panties and a rag on her chest. And after that, she couldn't even sneeze, only her legs were slightly languid, like after a park in boiling water. And then after a couple of hours they stopped hurting, and the barefoot Amazon even somehow became more cheerful and closer to nature.
  Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya would probably not have been able to survive until the morning at night with a frost of minus forty. But Angelica was used to fifty degrees, even in a strong blizzard. That means hardening from infancy, and how strong and adapted to temperature stress the human body can be. After that, the red-haired Siberian never put on shoes again. Although she was reprimanded, she was stubborn, referring to the fact that it is necessary to take care of the leather of boots when there is a war.
  Considering how beautiful her legs were, the shape of which was not damaged at all even by shrapnel, and everything healed better than on a dog, the commanders resigned themselves. Alisa herself tried to imitate her, but she could not withstand the severe frost for long - the Belarusian blonde girl did not have the same level of hardening.
  However, his fantastic sniper abilities more than compensated for this.
  Angelica walked and thought, why is it so pleasant for her to touch Alice, but she has no desire to talk or be in male company. Maybe this is not normal? Alice Selezneva herself does not shy away from men, although she behaves decently. Maybe due to high morals.
  But Angelica never believed in God, and didn't want to believe in him. Indeed, why does a person need the Almighty? Neither the Bible nor the Koran promise paradise on Earth. Everything only after the resurrection from the dead. But a person can count on the resurrection from the dead and by the power of communist science. It's even better here, since under communism there will be neither GULAG nor hell.
  The Nazis began to surrender... Many of them understood the hopelessness of their situation. Especially when even the miracle weapon does not save. Berlin is in a hopeless blockade.
  The girls are not interested in the prisoners and Angelica tries to move faster in order to get to the combat zone and fight there.
  But apparently here we will have to go to Berlin itself, and the path is not easy for an exhausted girl with a friend and ammunition on her shoulders. If we go step by step, then step by step.
  Moreover, Angelica couldn't help but chat with her friend. And precisely about religion.
  The red-haired devil asked:
  - But what do you think, can the teaching of Christians and especially Orthodox Christians about religion be considered correct? In particular, it is unclear why God even started the experiment with the fall of Adam and Eve. If sin is so disgusting to Him, then why didn't He destroy it in the bud? After all, what is the point of allowing the cancerous tumor of sin to grow? Who would consider a doctor reasonable if he allows a fatal disease to develop?
  Alisa Selezneva said with a smile:
  - And why did you assume that sin is a cancerous tumor? Maybe it is, on the contrary, a natural state of man, necessary for him no less than running for an athlete. And in general, if we are talking about God, or rather the Creator of the universe, then it is not worth understanding him through the prism of medieval ideas. The personality and character of the Almighty should be accepted progressively!
  Angelica whistled:
  - How is this progressive?
  Alisa Selezneva readily explained:
  - The creator of the universe, as a person who gave life to the universe, who created a certain structure, must possess outstanding and moral qualities. And first of all, responsibility and progressive thinking.
  Angelica, pulling her leg out of the turf, agreed:
  - That's true! Yes, essentially, it's true!
  Alisa Selezneva continued with a smile:
  - And who is a man for God? Even if we take the Bible, his son is a native child. That is, in essence, we are the Native Children of God - the Most High and Almighty Creator of the Universe!
  Angelica nodded her fiery mane:
  - Which is quite logical, but how does it differ from traditional church views?
  Alisa Selezneva readily explained:
  - And what is the goal of a responsible and wise parent? For his children to forever be playing in the sandbox and asking for "boobs"?
  Angelica laughed slyly:
  - Of course not! No Parent wants that!
  Alisa Selezneva agreed, although somewhat sluggishly due to the loss of blood, she nodded:
  - Exactly! Smart parents want their children to grow up as quickly as possible, become independent, and preferably even smarter and stronger than themselves. And of course, to achieve more than their ancestors!
  Angelica whistled through her nostrils:
  - Exactly! How interesting. So you're saying that Almighty God's goal is for people to become Almighty like him?
  Alisa Selezneva confirmed:
  - Exactly! The goal of God the Father is that his sons and daughters - humans - gain independence and surpass the Creator of the Universe. How? Maybe people themselves will learn to create Universes, and probably they will also gain such superpowers that even the most daring and uninhibited human fantasy has not yet even a rough idea of.
  Angelica, stepping with her roughened feet, as if sculpted by a skilled craftsman from light bronze, on the coals and charred grass, felt a pleasant warmth in her feet. And she became cheerful:
  - Yes, it is possible that people are capable of something that their imagination still fails to grasp. But descendants, undoubtedly more developed than their ancestors, may well have a similar idea that there is something even cooler than the creation of other universes. But what you are saying contradicts the Bible or the Koran.
  Alisa Selezneva giggled thinly in response and logically stated:
  - How to say? There is no precise understanding of the only true teaching of both the Bible and the Koran. There are hundreds of Christian and dozens of Islamic sects, various movements. And also the most diverse interpretations of the Bible and the Koran. In particular, Sunnis pray to Allah, and Shiites believe that Allah is too sacred and unattainable, and offer prayers to the universal mind created by the Almighty. Some Christians believe in the Trinity, others believe that God is One, and Jesus is the firstborn of Creation. Or, for example, the questions of Saturday, Immortality of the soul, and many others. By the way, there are movements in Islam that believe that according to the Koran, Saturday is sacred, not Friday...
  Angelica interrupted:
  - True! And perhaps you want to say that both the Koran and the Bible are not Revelations of the Almighty, but purely human ideas about the Creator who preferred to hide His essence from people?
  Alisa Selezneva resolutely objected:
  - No, not exactly! The Koran, the Bible, the Vedas, the teachings of Buddha and all other religions on Earth are the revelation of the Almighty and come from the Creator of the Universe. After all, the Creator of the Universe wants people to have freedom of choice, so that there are different competing ideologies and religious movements. So it is precisely the competitive struggle, including on the ideological and religious front, that stimulates improvement and Hyperevolution. For it is precisely competition at various levels that is the main stimulus for progress and improvement. That is, why did the Almighty God give people different and often contradictory revelations? Because the truth is born in a dispute, so that there is freedom of choice, in which everyone is right in their own way.
  Angelica confirmed with a smile in response:
  - Well, you are simply a sweetheart... A good religious teaching would come out of this, when everyone is faithful, everyone is from the Creator of the Universe and no one is offended. But then a completely natural question arises - the Almighty is so kind and loves man, then why is there so much evil and suffering on Earth?
  Alisa Selezneva answered confidently:
  - Because struggle and overcoming difficulties are the basis of progress, hyperevolution and human improvement. After all, what prompted the monkey to take a stick in his hands? Because bananas hung too high. And the extinction of mammoths forced man to develop agriculture and cattle breeding. Insufficiently fast legs prompted the training of horses, and then the invention of bicycles, motorcycles, cars. Just as our KV and T-34 tanks prompted the Nazis to create the Panther, Tiger, and Mouse. The inability to fly due to a too weak and heavy body also became an incentive for the creation of airplanes. That is, the difficulties that exist in our world stimulate hyperevolution, progress, and ultimately bring us closer to Omnipotence.
  Angelica asked in surprise:
  - Does suffering also encourage progress?
  Alisa Selezneva confirmed:
  - Yes, of course! Maybe not even the suffering itself, but the desire to avoid it. First, an umbrella as protection from the rain, and then total climate control. Or, for example, epidemics stimulated the development of medicine, in particular vaccinations. I hope that over time we will be able to defeat old age - the main problem of humanity. And also to realize older dreams.
  Angelica suggested:
  - Resurrection of the dead by the power of communist science.
  Alisa Selezneva patted her partner on the shoulder:
  - That's exactly it. It is written in the Bible that some will be resurrected to life, others to the resurrection of condemnation. But, firstly, everyone will be resurrected, and secondly, the resurrection of condemnation is not eternal torment in hell, but the re-education of criminals, who in the future will become decent and sublimely noble people. By the way, the phrase of Christ: my Father himself does not judge anyone, but has passed all judgment to the Son, can be interpreted, not simply - to the Son, but by the Sons - that is, to the Almighty People of the Bright Future themselves. Thus, the continuity in Revelation is observed, and each religion has its own particle of truth and light.
  Angelica added:
  - And in communism too?
  Alisa Selezneva, barely holding back her laughter, answered:
  - And in communism first of all! There, it is communism that puts a person in the position of Anthropocentrism. Although maybe Karl Marx underestimated the possibilities of scientific and technical progress. But for each time - its own fantasies. The stronger a person is, the more he dreams of!
  Angelica muttered:
  - Do you know what I"m dreaming about right now, right now?
  Alisa Selezneva became curious:
  - And about what exactly?
  The red-haired warrior exclaimed with the same fervor as Budyonny sending them to storm Perekop:
  - Have a good meal!
  Alisa Selezneva agreed with even greater fervor:
  - Of course! That's exactly what we want! To gobble up even an elephant!
  Angelica stopped and shook out her backpack. There were a couple of American canned goods, as well as Russian lard with meat veins, onions, four hard-boiled eggs, and of course, stale bread.
  Alisa Selezneva had a hard time restraining herself from attacking the food like a wolf who had gnawed at it. Angelica was also restrained and handed three of the four eggs to her snow-white friend:
  - Eat more and recover faster.
  Alisa Selezneva pulled the testicle back:
  - You're big, you need more!
  Angelica reasonably objected:
  - The faster you recover, the less I'll have to carry you. So eat up, beauty!
  American canned goods were opened with a specially attached key. Even when turning, a kind of music could be heard. The meat tasted like the sea and smelled of iodine, but it was clearly not fish. Something closer to pork with a little garlic and peas. Alice assumed:
  - Probably whale flesh. It's a mammal, after all, and as fat as a pig. But you can feel the sea.
  Angelica, slowly chewing the meat, replied:
  - And that's not bad either. Although natural beef is usually preferred, not everyone in America would eat such a monster. However... Truman will probably turn over in his grave more than once, and Roosevelt too, regretting that he supplied our armies.
  Alisa Selezneva yawned demonstratively:
  - Why do you think that we will definitely go to war with the United States?
  Angelica put her finger to her plump lips:
  - It's quite possible. Two birds can't live in the same den.
  Alisa Selezneva corrected:
  - Birds don't live in dens. Bears live in dens. Although Russia is a bear, and America...
  Angelica giggled and said:
  - Grizzly! Who roars loudly!
  Alisa Selezneva burst out laughing:
  - My little grizzly... But seriously, it's going to be damn hard to get the US out of the ocean. They have a large population and a lot of tanks. It's not like you can break the eagle.
  Angelica bared her creepy but cute wolf teeth:
  - Don't be afraid, we'll break it! Although this armor is strong, for someone who intends to bite. But one thing oppresses me, I want to use a rifle...
  Alisa Selezneva interrupted:
  - Maybe we'll sing something patriotic. And our own composition. We're not feeling very cheerful, as if the war is no longer at the finish line.
  Angelica coughed a couple of times, trying to clear her throat, blinked her eyes a couple of times, and helplessly spread her hands:
  - I don't know, blonde... Somehow I can't think of anything. You're very smart, figure it out yourself. - Here the redhead spat loudly to the side. - Ugh! I'm already completely cross-eyed from fatigue. Don't guess, make it up.
  Alisa Selezneva also yawned and suggested:
  - Maybe a couple of hours of sound sleep?
  Angelica made a face:
  - Go to bed now! This is considered betrayal!
  Alisa Selezneva quite reasonably objected:
  - If I don't get some sleep, I'll start smearing it every now and then. This is already betrayal, there is no Motherland, and no one!
  Angelica gave in:
  - Okay, go to sleep, and I"ll sing you a lullaby...
  The Fire Devil coughed a couple of times and wanted to start singing, when Arkashka got ahead of her. The boy began to sing a cheerful melody in a ringing voice;
  We will protect you, my native land,
  Soviet soldier, you cannot bear the shame!
  The soldier of Rus' is invincible in battles,
  The cruel one passed sentence on the Reich!
  
  The young country of the Soviets is blossoming,
  A scarlet bird soars above the world!
  You are my dear homeland,
  I'm ready to fight to the death for you!
  
  And the fighter is inspired by a high goal,
  He picked up a grenade and went towards the tank!
  Another exclaimed: I do not accept fear,
  The plane cut through the sky with its jet!
  
  We were simple children once,
  We ran barefoot, through emerald grass!
  Now the earth is shaking from the thunder,
  And the sky was covered with cast-iron darkness!
  
  Before the fight we sit - a young couple,
  We have to fight the steel horde!
  I pray that our courage does not go to waste,
  So as not to confuse, it"s nonsense and fiction!
  
  We will win, I know it for sure,
  Let us walk and sing in the spacious meadows!
  To blossom, to be eternally well-fed, to be white on the edge,
  Raise noble descendants!
  
  It was hard, we were freezing and hungry,
  And the wives wailed over the grave!
  But communism opened up holy horizons,
  He showed the way for Mother Russia!
  . CHAPTER #18.
  While Alisa, Arkasha and Pashka were languishing in prison, the frenzied Fuhrer was again behaving like a crazy tyrant. And the Soviet Union, which had been subjected to aggression, was in a very difficult situation.
   Hitler arranged another orgy, on the occasion of the advance of the advanced German units to the Dnieper. The fascists decided to celebrate their next picnic, in the bosom of nature in a specially opened camp.
  Hitler jumped on the table and began to make a speech:
  - My planes raced like winged horses, cutting through the Soviet hordes. Great Germany is smashing and defeating the Reds, we are crushing the weakened Slavs. The proximity of victory inspires feats that the bravest soldiers in the world perform every day and hour! The Russians are fleeing, abandoning equipment and the wounded, hundreds of thousands of Muscovites are surrendering! Never before has our army advanced so rapidly! Victory awaits the greatest thousand-year Reich! Heil Germany! Let's throw the communists in the trash!
  There was a pause...
  Goering broke the silence:
  - Let's all drink to the greatest Fuhrer!
  The retinue shouted in unison:
  - Zin Heil!
  Hitler replied:
  - In general, the aviation of great Germany is working excellently on the Eastern Front! Most of the Soviet aircraft have been suppressed! My deputy Goering also deserves credit for this. I propose a toast in return for the pilots.
  The fascists shouted and drank champagne together. Hitler himself drank rosehip tincture. The Fuhrer looked cheerful, he was injected with testosterone, which made the Nazi feel like a young bull.
  Himmler noted:
  - Yes, the resistance of the Soviet troops is weakening! We are quite capable of marching to Moscow.
  Hitler nodded:
  - Yes, great! I looked at the photos of the Kremlin! It is a majestic fortress, worthy of Germany. I have changed my mind about turning the center of Moscow into a huge lake. We will build a huge four and a half meter railway, and we will rebuild Moscow itself and populate it with Germans. I propose changing the name! In particular, how does Union sound... The Fuhrer paused.
  Goering finished:
  - Union-Hitler!
  The Fuhrer jumped up:
  - Correct! Union-Hitler! Capital of East Germany. The place that will become a Mecca for Russian slaves!
  The retinue cried out:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer proposed:
  - But what to do with the population! It's too expensive to feed them, if we shoot them all, the corpses will start to decompose and a plague will begin!
  Himmler proposed:
  - We will burn all Muscovites alive! In special ovens and sheds!
  Hitler asked:
  - Do you have portable stoves?
  Himmler answered confidently:
  - We can adapt certain houses and barns in villages near Moscow for burning. This is not a bad idea. Then we will sprinkle sulfur and saltpeter, setting the bastard Russians on fire!
  Hitler nodded:
  - When I hear the word Russian, my hand reaches for the revolver! In this case, this nation should be turned into pathetic slaves and completely declassed. What else do you want to offer, Reichsführer?
  Himmler replied:
  - I introduced an innovation in the camps for Jews. They give a rope, a nail and a chair so that the Jew can hang himself!
  Hitler laughed:
  - Right! But what if the Jew refuses?
  Himmler smiled slyly:
  - In this case, we will slowly dissolve it in acid over the course of a day, gradually dipping the entire body into the solution!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - That's reasonable! Although it's not too expensive to use them to produce acid, which is so necessary in industry.
  Himmler replied:
  - Acid with dissolved human organic matter is much better used in industry, due to its unique properties.
  Hitler nodded:
  - That's true! And have you tried making soap from human fat? It was practical!
  Himmler replied:
  - What you washed your hands with, great one, was made from human fat. And for you we selected the fat of young girls and boys who looked like Aryans. Is there a difference with cow fat?
  Hitler replied:
  - Enormous! It's so nice to soap yourself with it! And the skin on your hands gets soft. I gave Eva Braun gloves made of genuine human skin, by the way, she really liked them.
  Himmler handed over a pink glass:
  - How about a drink!
  Hitler winced:
  - Wine?
  Himmler snorted contemptuously:
  - What wine? Pure blood!
  Hitler asked:
  - I hope not Jews!
  Himmler replied:
  - It's vulgar to offer the Fuhrer Jewish blood! The best athletes from the Hitler Youth have drained their blood. Drink it while it's still warm!
  "How old are the boys?" Hitler asked.
  - Fourteen!
  The fascist was delighted:
  - This means their blood is full of testosterone and other hormones.
  Himmler confirmed:
  - And the glass itself is carved from a single piece of ruby!
  Hitler found it funny:
  - Ruby is a blood stone, and blood goes to red!
  Goering added:
  - It's not for nothing that the swastika is red!
  Hitler interrupted:
  - Idiot! The swastika is black, our flag is red! I see, Herman, you don't understand much!
  The Fuhrer quickly drank the foaming liquid and even licked off the drops:
  - Oh, good! What else do you want to say about the Fuhrer?
  Himmler stated:
  - You are the greatest ruler of all times and peoples!
  Hitler grimaced:
  - You imitate Stalin!
  The chief executioner of the Third Reich gurgled:
  - It is Stalin who imitates you, the greatest!
  Hitler, oddly enough, was satisfied with this:
  - Yes, Stalin is the greatest plagiarist. He took over the red color of the flag and the celebration of November 7, as well as May 1. Marxism is national socialism corrupted by Jewish Masons! That's right!
  The retinue shouted in unison:
  - Heil Hitler!
  Adolf replied:
  - Well, that's already good, though it's not enough! Now I want to see a great spectacle. Let's watch and jump.
  Bormann replied:
  - Like a football score!
  Hitler yawned:
  - I'm indifferent to football!
  Bormann replied:
  - It depends on what kind of football. On one side, girls with swords and daggers will fight, on the other side, teenagers with axes and a sickle. At the same time, they will also kick the ball around the field. If a goal is scored, the team gets another fighter player to join the ranks!
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - Well, I'm quite happy with this kind of football! Let's have a super teaser! Maybe we'll put Goering in goal.
  The Reich Marshal objected:
  - In this case, it will not be possible to score a single goal! I will cover all the gates with my carcass!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - And your belly will be ripped open with a knife and you will become much thinner!
  Himmler replied:
  - And how will you sit on me, great Fuhrer!
  Hitler responded:
  - I'll find another pillow!
  Bormann asked:
  - Let the football players in?
  Hitler replied:
  - Not yet! I want to see my new favorite Achilia in battle first! Got it!
  Bormann replied:
  - I have foreseen this!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - And you are much smarter than Hess.
  Bormann nodded:
  - Evolution of personnel!
  Hitler asked:
  - Has her opponent been selected?
  Bormann replied:
  - Yes, great Fuhrer!
  - Then we'll see!
  The place where the gladiators fought was fenced off with a special cage and bulletproof glass, so that no beast could accidentally escape. There were machine gunners on the edges. The SS soldiers greeted them with a gloomy look. Bormann pointed to nine screens stacked on top of each other and said proudly:
  - This is something new! They will show the most interesting fragments of the battles, enlarged.
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - This is wonderful! I love tears and fights, everyone is afraid of me like fire! When I howl - roaring!
  The Fuhrer found no more words and bit the edge of his glass, adding:
  - Woof-woof-woof!
  Bormann replied:
  - You are a great Fuhrer, a brilliant singer!
  Hitler asked hopefully:
  - Better than Nero?
  Bormann replied breathlessly:
  - There's no comparison!
  Hitler roared:
  - I am the strongest, I am the best! Death to all the idiots and Russian Chukchi! Woof-woof-woof!
  The environment picked up:
  - Woof-woof-woof!
  Hitler hit his dog Blondi:
  - Why are you silent, bitch?
  The dog squealed loudly. Hitler splashed juice on it. It spun around, licking up the drops. The Fuhrer replied:
  - Someday I'll have the skin ripped off this dog!
  Borman suggested:
  - Maybe we should do this right now?
  Hitler objected:
  - It's premature! I haven't had enough fun with her yet! So, Martin, restrain your instincts! By the way, your name is Martin.
  Bormann replied:
  - Yes, Martin!
  - So you like martini!
  The Deputy Fuhrer bowed:
  - I just love it!
  Hitler suggested:
  - A bottle of martini for me!
  A female adjutant ran up to the Fuhrer and handed him a bottle. Hitler struck Bormann in the head. He tried to jump back at the last moment, the bottle hit his ear, hitting his shoulder strap. Hitler cursed:
  - It turned out extremely stupid, don't you think!
  Bormann replied:
  - Every stupidity is even more stupid! A person can remain at one level of intelligence for a long time, but no amount of effort will curb stupidity!
  Hitler grunted:
  - Stop being smart!
  Bormann replied:
  - It's better than being stupid!
  Hitler remarked:
  -Intelligence without effort always decreases, but stupidity grows without effort! So it looks like you're a slacker, Borman!
  The Deputy Fuhrer sang:
  - It seems we are not slackers and should live! We should just abolish Mondays! Or better yet, drink vodka with lard with the Russians!
  Rosenberg corrected:
  - The khokhols drink vodka with lard! And the Russians drink vodka with onions!
  Hitler interrupted:
  - Italians drink vodka with onions! Russians drink vodka with pickles, Belarusians with potatoes!
  Bormann asked:
  - What do Germans drink?
  Hitler replied with a laugh:
  - Beer with schnapps! But I think that after the victory, smoking should be banned in the Third Reich, at least for true Aryans.
  Rosenberg asked:
  - And what about Russians?
  - The Russians can, let them die faster!
  Rosenberg objected:
  - So it turns out that we give slaves more freedom than masters?
  Hitler explained:
  - The masters always have more responsibility! And responsibility limits rights, that's the axiom.
  Bormann bowed:
  - How wise you are, Fuhrer!
  Hitler interrupted:
  - Enough, I want to see a beautiful fight! Oh, Achilia, star of my heart!
  Borman shouted into the microphone:
  - Begin!
  The horn sounded and a black-haired, muscular girl jumped out into the arena. She was only wearing swimming trunks and a thin strip of fabric covered her full, firm chest. She did the splits, performed a cascade of somersaults and froze in a picturesque pose clutching a sword and dagger in her hands! Bormann asked Hitler:
  - Effective, mein Führer?
  Hitler replied:
  - She's amazing! And who's the opponent?
  - Now you will see the great one!
  Goering spoke up:
  - Her best opponent would be a wild boar, wouldn't it?
  Hitler laughed:
  - Of course so, especially for someone like you!
  A load drove up from the opposite side, the cage opened and out jumped...
  A huge alligator. Its length was at least seven meters, its powerful mouth opened.
  The girl shook her fist at the creature. Hitler remarked:
  - The opponent is too strong!
  Bormann objected:
  - In terms of agility, crocodiles are significantly inferior to lions, and in a gladiatorial fight, speed is the main thing!
  Hitler remarked:
  - Just like in boxing! You did the right thing, Borman! Now she will wriggle like a cobra and win!
  Bormann raised his paw:
  - Heil Hitler!
  The Fuhrer winced:
  - Maybe that's enough! My ears are ringing from your screams! Now let's see how the battle goes!
  The girl, moving her brown legs, performed a perky dance. She did it in a specially pretentious and beautiful way.
  Hitler sang:
  - Witch, witch, witch! Evil spirit! And where did you come from, witch! Witch, witch, witch! You must be beautiful and I am captivated by this beauty! This is the embodiment of a dream!
  Bormann agreed:
  - Any man would become a prisoner of such a woman! Especially one as gallant as our Fuhrer!
  Hitler said with displeasure:
  - By the way, where is the fight? They haven't started it yet!
  Borman mumbled:
  - A small hitch, loss of erection!
  Hitler scowled:
  - What did you say?
  Bormann corrected himself:
  - I wanted to say corrections! Oh my great Fuhrer!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - I love it when I am glorified! After all, not everyone can appreciate the Fuhrer! The Fuhrer is a bone, and wine grows on it!
  The retinue nodded sycophantically:
  - Yes, great mein Führer!
  The girl jumped and somersaulted towards the crocodile. Without thinking too long, she stabbed him between the eyes with her sword and immediately jumped back. The monster rushed after her, trying to grab her seductive, bare leg.
  The crocodile rushed after her, clearly planning to overtake her. The girl kept dodging and moving away. The crocodile clearly lacked speed. Hitler whistled:
  - Crocodile! You're an idiot!
  He seemed to hear the Fuhrer and barked in response, opening his mouth wide. The girl thrust the sword between his teeth and shouted:
  - You are not a dragon!
  The Fuhrer muttered:
  - She's a charming cutie! Isn't she, Borman!
  The Deputy Fuhrer replied:
  - In principle, you can think so! She has an ocean of love and a sea of charm! A real Circe!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - And why is there a whole ocean of love, and only seas of charm! What is so difficult to answer to the great Fuhrer?
  Bormann shrugged:
  - Love is more important than charm!
  Hitler frowned:
  - You think so!
  Bormann began to explain:
  - Your phenomenal charm, my Fuhrer, has inspired the love of an entire nation! Or rather, many nations. After all, even the Japanese adore you, although you must admit that they are not an Aryan type.
  Hitler nodded:
  - I am outraged that Japan has not yet opened a second front in the Far East. I thought they would want to settle accounts with the bastard Russia, which is laying claim to world domination!
  Bormann replied:
  - I expected this too! But the Japs...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - Narrow-eyed macaques!
  Hitler's entourage laughed:
  - That's right, you noticed!
  Meanwhile, the girl continued to move rapidly. Her jumps became more and more agile. Several times she even flew over the crocodile, scratching its shell. It is incredibly difficult to kill a thug covered in thick skin. And the girl kept trying to hit him, drilling the tip into the same spot, or even letting out a trickle of blood. At the same time, Achilia was clearly working for the audience.
  - Well, lizard, I really pressed you!
  The creature hissed in response and rushed again, but the warm-blooded body turned out to be faster than the cold-blooded one.
  The girl sang:
  - Maybe you are dinosaurs with us and not in Africa! You eat sandwiches for breakfast, dinosaurs, dinosaurs!
  Hitler asked Bormann:
  - What is she singing!
  Instead of Bormann, Himmler answered:
  - Something about dinosaurs!
  Hitler was surprised:
  - How do you know this?
  Himmler explained:
  - As the head of the special services, I learned to read lips! For me, it's not that difficult, great!
  Hitler remarked:
  - It is believed that crocodiles are relatives of dinosaurs, and they were destroyed by the approaching Moon.
  Bormann agreed:
  - Very interesting theory!
  Hitler objected:
  - Perhaps, this is more than a theory! The Moon could have formed after the explosion of the planet Phaeton, as the largest fragment, and would have flown up to the Earth. Become its satellite!
  Himmler objected:
  - It would cause a disaster!
  Hitler nodded:
  - And it did! Why, for example, did dinosaurs disappear! The most logical explanation is because of the approach of the Moon.
  Borman added:
  - I mean that celestial bodies have not only the ability to attract, but also to repel! A completely plausible hypothesis!
  Hitler replied:
  - Soon we will fly to the Moon and learn a lot! I have ordered Brown to develop a powerful rocket capable of launching cargo into airless space! It would be chic.
  Bormann noted:
  - Such developments require huge expenses, which is too expensive for a country at war!
  Hitler punched Bormann in the shoulder:
  - War is land, mineral wealth, warehouses, slaves! We have already freed many Germans from manual labor, forced laborers do their work for them. And this is only the beginning.
  Himmler noted:
  - Already now in our laboratories experiments are being conducted to create the ideal slave of the future. Who would eat grass, be obedient as a machine, but not as stupid as a person who had a lobotomy! And similar developments are already underway:
  Hitler remarked:
  - Yes, lobotomy is a well-known operation, but a person after it is completely stupid, and cannot be an effective slave, much less a soldier! Have you managed to find something better?
  Himmler replied:
  - There are still some technical difficulties! In particular, we tried to implant certain bugs into the brain and transmit commands by radio, but there were some problems with that.
  Hitler snorted:
  - You always have problems!
  Himmler replied:
  - The small radio bug itself is too expensive, the soldiers become gold. There were ideas to improve lobotomy. Maybe not so much surgery, as chemical influence on various parts of the brain. There have already been some successes here!
  Hitler perked up:
  - Or more precisely?
  Himmler began to explain:
  - In Haiti, sorcerers can turn people into zombies. If you mix the poison of fish and several plants, it turns off parts of the brain and the person stops feeling like a person. No less than in contrast to a lobotomy, he retains the ability to speak, move, and can even demonstrate individual professional skills. That is, having lost his mind, he does not completely lose his professionalism, but turns into something like a dog. You yourself, the great Fuhrer, know that dogs, despite all their intelligence, are obedient!
  Hitler nodded:
  - What's so interesting about this!
  Himmler continued:
  - Our people went to Haiti back in 1937, collected some material. Yes, zombies are not a fiction, they exist, but there are problems. Firstly, the fish that produces the unique poison is too rare, and it is not easy to find the right combination of herbs, so it is too difficult to put the production of zombies on a mass flow!
  Hitler snorted:
  - Too many words!
  Himmler corrected himself:
  - Then we decided to synthesize a dope for the brain artificially! While experiments are underway, complete success is far away, but some progress has already been made!
  Sherpa noted:
  - It would be more promising to create jet aviation. Heavy bombers could carry out massive strikes on the USA, Britain, and Russia without losses.
  Hitler replied:
  - Well, we'll soon take over Russia anyway! All its factories, plants, fields will work for us! And as for Britain, when we take Moscow, it will capitulate itself!
  Speer objected:
  - Not so simple! The English and Americans are stubborn. Besides, the Russians have enormous military potential. They, using the advantages of the command-administrative system, will form more and more reserves! We have defeated only part of the Russian troops, and we must be ready for a protracted war!
  The Fuhrer winced:
  - Moscow must be taken within six weeks! This is my categorical order! And it will undoubtedly be taken, otherwise I am not Nazi number one! And a protracted war is disastrous for us. In this case, the Russians will have time to mobilize! And we will be in trouble! Or is that exactly what you want!
  Speer replied:
  - America wants to create a super-powerful weapon! Bastard Einstein convinced Roosevelt of the need for this. Now the Americans are actively developing it, and have attracted at least a dozen Nobel Prize winners. This is a great threat to our cities.
  Hitler took a sip of grapefruit juice and remarked:
  - The creation of an atomic bomb is, of course, a great threat to us! But firstly, it is unknown whether the bomb will explode at all, and secondly, the Yankees are cowards! Due to their lousy democracy, they will never risk using it first. I believe in democracy, or rather in the weaknesses of democratic government! They have a Fuhrer, Roosevelt is a feeble-minded cripple, and he is surrounded by even greater nonentities. That same Truman, who is a dumbass! And every day he falls on his knees in front of a Baptist prayer house. And those other types! Believe me, if we do not conquer America, then soon they will have a black man as president!
  Himmler nodded:
  - Never in America!
  Hitler objected:
  - Why! After all, they have real democracy and majority rule. And blacks reproduce very quickly. They are just black rats! And the majority will win sooner or later in a democratic country! Believe me, there will still be a black president in the USA. Unless, of course, we conquer the USA first. That is what I basically hope for. Our more perfect system of National Socialism will overcome both Communism and Capitalism!
  Meanwhile, the girl dealt the crocodile a series of blows, even damaging its paws. The monster, having lost a fair amount of blood, slowed down. Achilia herself began to sweat and get tired, her chocolate body was shining, which made the relief seem even sharper. Suddenly, her movements accelerated again, and the girl stabbed the crocodile right in the eye. The beast bit with its mouth, but its speed dropped sharply due to the loss of blood. The girl even hit the mouth with her bare shin:
  - What are you doing, you slippery bastard!
  The crocodile crawled a little further, blood spurting from his broken eye. The girl pricked her bare foot on a sharp stone and jerked in pain:
  - You can also get damaged, you bastard!
  The girl's bare foot left a bloody trail. The monster reached for it, moving its damaged paws.
  Ahilia said:
  - What are you crawling for, you ugly monstrosity!
  The crocodile sluggishly opened his mouth and tried to swallow the girl. It was like a slug trying to lasso a wasp. The girl slashed the tongue with her sword again.
  She did a somersault, kicking her legs.
  Hitler remarked:
  - But she can"t finish him off!
  Himmler interjected:
  - Britain is best compared not to a lion, but to a crocodile. Remember how Baron Munchausen said it!
  Hitler perked up:
  - Yes, it is very beautiful! I especially liked the flight to the Moon. He did it, much earlier than the Frenchman Jules Verne. And it is very impressive! The description of three-legged people on the Moon, a very developed fantasy! No, Jules Verne is just a pathetic plagiarist compared to Munchausen.
  Borman suggested:
  - And he even used a cannon! How primitive, any ballistics expert will say that the passengers would simply be flattened!
  Hitler nodded:
  - The future will belong to starships! At first primitive, and then more and more perfect. Atomic energy will open the way to space expansion. It will allow the Third Reich to include all inhabited worlds in its composition, to the glory of Germany.
  Bormann nodded:
  - So be it!
  Himmler stated:
  - And that atomic energy has great prospects, especially in terms of space expansion. We will work, work, and work for this! And I promise, Fuhrer, our stellar triumph!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - It's good that you support me in this! There is no one in the world cooler than Hitler, and Germans should love him alone! Only him alone!
  Von Bock noted:
  - There are some problems!
  Hitler nodded graciously:
  - Speak!
  - The communications are too stretched! And the Soviet railways have a different track than the German ones. We will have serious supply problems! - Bock declared.
  Hitler snorted:
  - I thought about it! But it seems to me that this can be fixed by reworking the wheels at the exit from Europe to Russia.
  Foth Bock replied:
  - True, but how long will it take! It's scary to think, my Fuhrer!
  Hitler replied:
  - If we act energetically and use the labor of prisoners, there are not so many of them. We will cope! But for now, it is better to drink some wine. Today I am kind and I allow you all to get drunk.
  The retinue shouted in unison:
  - Heil Hitler! Glory to the good Fuhrer!
  Goering proposed:
  - Let's drink to the highest goals of Germany!
  Hitler interrupted:
  - There's always time for that! I have another proposal!
  Goering asked:
  - What the greatest!
  Hitler nodded:
  - A dozen of the most beautiful girls will dance on our table!
  Himmler replied:
  - I just prepared the best of the best!
  Meanwhile, in the arena, Achilia finally finished off the crocodile. The amphibious monster fell silent. The audience greeted this with lukewarm applause.
  - Bravo! Everything has become so boring! - Hitler shouted. - Let's have a football team enliven the landscape!
  Himmler agreed:
  - Yes! In this case there will be much more human blood! I'm for it too! Well, Borman, come on!
  The Deputy Fuhrer replied:
  - It will happen now!
  Hitler barked:
  - If there are not enough corpses, I will tear you apart myself, I will order two tanks to be tied up and they will disperse!
  Bormann responded:
  - Do not doubt, Fuhrer, I will do everything flawlessly!
  I noticed that the Fuhrer muttered into the microphone. The crocodile carcass was hooked and dragged out of the surrounded stadium. They cut it up and started roasting it on a fire, apparently to feed the hungry "pioneers". New, grandiose music began to sound, the singing of the Hitler Youth Choir could be heard. Two teams ran out onto the stadium. First, boys no older than fifteen, then girls from eighteen to twenty-two.
  The boys were armed with axes and machetes, the girls with swords and daggers. Overall, a diverse team. They were dressed identically in panties, the girls had bare breasts. A ball rolled out onto the arena. Borman spoke into the microphone, and his voice was transmitted through the speakers.
  - I'll explain the rules! You can do whatever you want. Hit, chop, tear, cut, as long as the ball gets into the goal. In this case, one more player is kicked out in favor of the team that scored the goal. The team, do you hear me, inferior ones, that loses more than twelve goals will be shot!
  A murmur ran through the ranks of boys and girls. Hitler noted:
  - Quite fair rules!
  Bormann agreed:
  - It couldn't be fairer! And for now, my strict order is that if a sniper is kept under fire, the field will be stimulated.
  The bugle sounded and the game began. At first, the boys and girls were not particularly eager to use weapons. They simply dribbled the balls, running from side to side.
  A high-class German sniper fired a warning shot, cutting off a clump of the girl's hair. Her face twisted in fear and she stabbed the boy in the stomach.
  Hitler said with pleasure:
  - Well, now serious things have begun!
  Borman added:
  - Now even the dead will fight!
  Hitler had an idea:
  - Dead! Tell me, Himmler, is it possible to make a zombie out of a dead person?
  The Reichsfuehrer replied:
  - If it hasn't decomposed yet, it's theoretically possible! We've already had thoughts on this topic, and original thoughts! But I don't know the move myself! Or as in Russian, I can't know!
  Hitler flicked his finger at the Reichfuehrer's nose:
  - That's no excuse for you! You disappoint me overall, Himmler. I appointed you head of the police, the chief SS man of the empire, and you're just dodging it! It won't do!
  Himmler replied:
  - The human brain does not die immediately! Many of its sections, especially primitive ones, decompose much more slowly than highly organized ones. In principle, sorcerers interrogated the dead, and even forced them to move. We also carried out similar developments, not without success! But so far, we have not been able to record the dead into mass production!
  Hitler splashed juice in Himmler's face:
  - Until there is practical use, your words are empty chatter! In general, I am surrounded by some frivolous people. Well, tell me, Speer, is it worth launching the Me-810 into mass production?
  Speer replied:
  - I think not!
  Hitler frowned:
  - Why is that?
  The chief architect and curator of industry of the Third Reich replied:
  - The plane is unfinished! It has too many flaws that will cause it to crash!
  Hitler extended his hand to Speer:
  - Well done! At least one person told me the truth! I'll award you the Iron Cross, First Class.
  Speer replied:
  - It's not worth it!
  Hitler was offended:
  - Why?
  - I didn't do anything to deserve this!
  Hitler barked:
  - All the more so, your honesty and modesty deserve an even greater reward! Give him an iron cross with diamonds! And don't even think about objecting, otherwise I'll dissolve you in hydrochloric acid!
  Speer bowed:
  - I am forced to agree, great Fuhrer!
  Meanwhile, the gladiator battle suddenly became more lively. Much more blood was flowing. At first, the boys were embarrassed in front of the half-naked ladies, and then they themselves went their separate ways. A general massacre began. One boy had his stomach ripped open and he was dying painfully. Another girl had her breast cut off and was bleeding to death. In general, there was complete chaos. Several naked bodies were intertwined together and it was impossible to tell what they were doing. Teeth were used and blood was flowing. Machetes were stained, daggers were glistening with blood. Finally, one of the girls, having injured her bare foot, scored a goal. The SS men immediately drove her friend to help. The fight became much more lively. Hitler bared his teeth:
  -How nice it is to look at naked women! Hairy men are disgusting. Listen, Himmler, is it possible to make the Third Reich consist only of beautiful, eternally young women?
  The Reichsfuehrer replied:
  - Science has no boundaries, and by conducting experiments on prisoners, we hope to be able to change gender!
  Hitler asked hopefully:
  - And victory over old age?
  Himmler replied:
  - In principle, it is also possible! The same testosterone rejuvenates the body, but this is only the beginning. Experiments on human material will give a much greater effect than research on monkeys!
  Hitler narrowed his eyes:
  - It would be nice if at least I, the unique and inimitable, could be made immortal!
  Bormann replied:
  - Even if we destroy all of Europe, we won"t let the Fuhrer die!
  Hitler smiled:
  - At least thanks for this!
  The boys became more active in the gladiator battle. They were specially selected to be younger than the girls, to even out the odds. Besides, the Fuhrer did not like hairy male bodies, and he was much more pleased to look at the naked bodies of handsome teenagers. And the criterion for selecting gladiators was also their beauty. Now there were mutilated corpses of once beautiful people lying around, the wounded were writhing.
  Blood attracted blood! Girls and boys fell and fell, goals were scored and gladiators ran out again. Here a boy knocked out a girl's teeth, and she cut off her ear in revenge. In desperate rage they grappled and began to gnaw at each other. Hitler really liked it:
  - Why don't we have a more grandiose football match? Or even hockey, that's interesting!
  Bormann promised:
  - In three days there will be hockey at this place! My people will do everything quickly!
  Hitler was delighted:
  - That's great, let's enjoy some bloody hockey. And during football it would be nice to scatter coals on the ground so that tender girls' heels burn.
  Bormann replied:
  - But this can be done right now! The cannons are already prepared, all that remains is to load them with coals!
  Hitler barked:
  - Then do it faster!
  Bormann began to give orders, Himmler remarked:
  - Power is a good thing!
  Hitler immediately became wary:
  - What are you talking about?
  Himmler explained:
  - I mean, power over enslaved nations and peoples. It gives us the opportunity to feel our superiority. Isn't that so, great Fuhrer?
  Hitler agreed:
  - Of course so! And I have won a lot, as have you, by the way! However, what is power - honorable slavery!
  Himmler replied:
  - Sometimes it seems that way to me too, but still it is honorable, not humiliating, and that is a huge difference!
  Hitler replied:
  - You're right about that, oddly enough! Even slaves have more free time than me! Even now, while he's supposedly having fun, the Fuhrer is thinking!
  Bormann shouted:
  - Glory to the wise Fuhrer!
  Hitler waved his hand:
  - If only you knew how tired I am of all this praise! Sometimes I want critical statements.
  Goering spoke up:
  - But you have no reason, Fuhrer! I don"t know how one can criticize perfection itself, in your person.
  Hitler objected:
  - There are no perfect people! Life is complex and multifaceted! That's what you think, Goering, because I was wrong not to let the English be finished off at Dunkirk.
  The Reichsmarschall replied:
  - But I was also wrong, I gave the British the opportunity to evacuate! After all, my aviation could have been more effective.
  Hitler was delighted:
  - You said it and I was wrong! So you blame the Fuhrer. So you think he is not infallible at all.
  Himmler stuttered:
  - I didn't say that at all!
  Hitler slapped the Reichsmarschall on the cheek:
  - Come on, get on the table!
  Goering reluctantly attempted to climb up, but slipped and smashed his face, and the juice flowed:
  - Mother! - said the Reichsmarschall.
  Hitler snorted contemptuously:
  - Mom won't save you! Why are you guys hesitating, help him!
  The SS men grabbed Goering and threw him briskly onto the table. Goering flew past, breaking glass goblets and knocking over trays. His fat mug hit the stew and the Reich Marshal screamed:
  - Ouch! They're burning out my eye!
  Hitler chuckled:
  - Serves you right, asshole! Well, why aren't you dancing with the girl?
  A dozen slender, muscular girls in bathing suits ran across the table. They jumped with their graceful bare feet on the table and did not forget to kick Goering. Hitler clicked his tongue:
  - That's so good! Now give this dung beetle a hard time!
  Himmler suggested:
  - Quickly to the boar!
  Hitler barked:
  - And you're still offering advice! Maybe you want to be trampled along with Goering! He's a real bastard!
  Himmler replied:
  - I am ready to do anything to please the Fuhrer!
  Hitler grabbed the Reichsmarschall by the nose, pulled it, crushing his sniffer. Then he blurted out:
  - Don't you dare resist, I'll shoot you!
  Himmler relaxed his neck, and Hitler dipped him into the salad with pleasure. The Fuhrer chuckled:
  - This turned out so great! I'm just thrilled!
  Then Hitler turned his attention back to the stadium. There were already several dozen dead and maimed. The count had reached eleven-eleven! The Fuhrer was pleased:
  - A truly intense fight, you couldn't make it up!
  Bormann replied:
  - And most importantly, honestly! We very skillfully selected two teams!
  Hitler asked:
  - And who is this?
  Bormann replied:
  - From different countries! We have shown internationalism here! There are Russians, Poles, Belgians, Dutch, French...
  Hitler interrupted:
  - There are no blacks!
  Bormann replied:
  - There will be more! The next number on our program is precisely the blacks! So you can rest easy, my Fuhrer!
  Hitler was delighted and began to talk complete nonsense:
  - Blacks are good! I am killed by black -bearing parasites - the asses are stuffed with drugs worse than a monkey!
  Himmler noted:
  - And yet the obedience of the Negroes is much greater than that of the Russians! This cannot be denied, great Fuhrer.
  Hitler nodded:
  - Stupidity is closer to obedience! Liveliness of mind to villainy!
  Himmler agreed:
  - There is nothing to object to here! But in orphanages it is quite possible to select the smartest and strongest children, including Russians, and then send them to German families!
  Hitler replied:
  - Agreed! But definitely with blond hair and blue eyes! For the glory of the Fuhrer!
  In the battle of gladiators, the turning point finally happened, the bleeding girl scored the twelfth goal and then fell down herself, convulsed in agony, the boy thrust a machete between her shoulder blades. The field turned red-brown from the abundance of spilled blood, and the many bloody footprints of bare feet. Borman solemnly announced:
  - The fight is over! We give the surviving team life and extra rations.
  The SS men rushed out onto the field. They opened fire on the boys, killing them all in one fell swoop. One of them did manage to wound an SS soldier by throwing a machete. All the others were killed. The seriously wounded girls were also finished off, and only those who were lightly wounded were sent back to the barracks. That was the end of the second fight. The third began almost without a pause. This time Bormann had not deceived them, there were ten blacks fighting against ten whites. The grown men were shaved bald and oiled, armed with swords and shields. The blacks had white feathers, the Europeans had blue ones. Hitler noted:
  - And it looks like there will be an interesting fight! Who said that the whites are not capable of anything! By the way, why didn't we place bets? I forgot, and no one reminded me!
  Bormann was embarrassed:
  - The outcome of the battle was not fixed, and I did not want to offend the Fuhrer! That is why I did not remind you, your gre...
  Hitler grabbed the bottle and hit Bormann on the head with all his might, roaring with a wild squeal:
  - And this cattle is deceiving me!
  Meanwhile, the horn sounded and the gladiators, white and black, collided! It seemed as if the earth was spinning!
  . CHAPTER #19.
  Alisa Selezneva could hardly wait for the night when she could fall asleep. And see something truly bright and interesting and heroic in her dreams. Especially since the dreams here are so similar to the real ones, and which you can't tell from reality.
  Like a matrix with one hundred percent body presence and maximum realism.
  And the dreams are so wonderful.
  The brave warriors had already reached the outskirts of Berlin, which was being stormed by the Red Army. One of the ancient forts, reinforced by modern fortifications, was still fighting stubbornly, the Soviet troops were trying to break through deeper into the citadel city.
  And the smoke seemed to become more and more ferocious...
  Alisa Selezneva recovered a little from her wounds, but she did not run very fast, her legs were still weak. They had just reported on the radio that Soviet and American troops had met on the Elbe. There was fraternization between the soldiers.
  The war, cruel and chilling, was already at the very finish line. But the close, very close end gave courage, gave birth to strength.
  The girls climbed onto the broken roof and from there began the hunt for the fort.
  The walls were monstrous, made with all the care typical of medieval builders.
  There were many anti-aircraft guns, machine guns and mortars. Somehow we even came across Jagdtigers covered with reinforced concrete slabs on their thinner armored sides and stern.
  It's not easy to get close, although persistent Il-2s appeared in the sky. They were apparently trying to get to the heavily armored bunkers.
  Alisa Selezneva noted:
  - This fort is walled up, the bastard!
  Angelica teased:
  - That's right, he walled himself up! But that's much worse for us.
  Alisa Selezneva suggested:
  - Maybe closer to the center. We'll find a lot more targets there.
  Angelica very deftly scratched her bare feet behind her ear with her graceful, bruised fingers:
  - First, destroy the Jagdtigers' optical devices, and then we'll move to the center, and there will be a big hunt!
  The once snow-white dove had turned black from soot and resembled a raven. And in the sky, through the soot, the embers of stars timidly appeared. Here is the world, without the best... Although what is the best?
  Alisa Selezneva noted:
  - The best thing in the world is that you can never say - it can't be worse!
  Angelica, as if in a line from Arbakan, inserted:
  - What's bad in the world is just right in war, and after victory it doesn't get any better!
  The boy Maximka jumped up to them and shouted:
  - What are you talking about? The enemy is already cutting down our tanks!
  Indeed, cumulative shells fell from the muzzles of a long and thick barrel. There were four Jagdtigers, three missed from a long distance, and the fourth hit the accelerating T-34-85 right in the left track. From the crushing blow of the thirty-kilogram shell, the rollers and tracks were torn off, and the machine itself almost turned over.
  Angelica whistled loudly:
  - That's a slap in the face. Well, can you hit their optics?
  Alisa Selezneva said, not quite confidently:
  - My fingers are weak, my hands are shaking... I'm not sure.
  Angelica snorted contemptuously:
  - But you are still a Soviet person! Do you know what Russian people are capable of?
  Alisa Selezneva hit herself in the chin with the butt of her rifle in frustration:
  - Everything except stupidity!
  The snow-white warrior narrowed her right eye and began to aim. The Jagdtiger had a menacing appearance - especially the frontal armor, the gun mantlet, which made it look like a pig's snout. And just above it was a rangefinder and a periscope tube. That's where you need to put it!
  Alisa Selezneva tries to concentrate... To imagine a bullet as something like a marriageable daughter. And her fiancé is an optical sight at a distance of almost a kilometer. And he needs to be picked up...
  The Jagdtigers are spitting again, one of the T-34-85s takes off its turret with a precise hit... And the hull with the chassis moves forward by inertia. Phasmogoria!
  Alisa Selezneva whispers:
  - Well, Mother of God and George, may you drink some tar from Gehenna! - The girl smoothly presses the trigger.
  Angelica rudely pulls her friend back and tugs her by the shoulder:
  - What are you talking about? Do you want to give the Virgin Mary tar to drink?
  Alisa Selezneva throws off her calloused, strong, blacksmith-like hand and declares:
  - When I remember pregnant women with their bellies cut open and babies hanging by the umbilical cord, I want all the saints... Think about it, if they allow such lawlessness to happen, then what kind of saints are they!
  Angelica scratched her nose with the butt of her rifle and snorted - "bad omen":
  - Yes, I've known that for a long time. Even at school they explained to us why God doesn't exist - if God allows such a hellish world, then what kind of God is He then?
  Alisa Selezneva giggled in response, the index finger on her right hand began to ache treacherously. The girl froze and tried to gather her racing thoughts together. To concentrate on shooting. But her thoughts went somewhere to the side, or even down...
  Alisa Selezneva wisely noted:
  - What is our leisure without war? Truly boring! Imagine people as robots? And we are the frisky and cheerful children of the Almighty...
  - And not evil! - Angelica. - Well, why don't you shoot?
  Alisa Selezneva blinked stupidly:
  - My finger is on strike... I might miss...
  Angelica then starts singing:
  - I missed the first time, the second time I regretted it, but the third time I hit him so hard that the guy started singing!
  Alisa Selezneva continued the song:
  - The music is playing, the drums are beating - the Fritz sentry is being taken to the cemetery!
  The Jagdtigers' spit was of variable effectiveness, but when it hit, it destroyed everything in sight. The T-34-85s fired and hit on the move, without even thinking about the targets. However, try to penetrate such a colossus. In one word - Nazi fuckup!
  Now the IS-2 has received its "present", the turret has become warped...
  Alisa Selezneva tries to pull the trigger, but her finger doesn't want to bend. Moreover, it's swollen, and the girl feels so scared.
  But Arkashka Sapozhnikov, as always wanting to support his friend in difficult times, began to sing very loudly:
  The fairy tale world can be evil,
  After all, magic also has two faces!
  It seems that everything is good for the young,
  I want truth; to live in honor is dangerous!
  
  But somewhere a troll is weaving a web,
  The evil ghoul sets traps!
  We are going on a long journey,
  Trials await us, not toys!
  
  Maybe the moss is terribly prickly,
  Well, a water lily instead of a trap!
  Tears from the clouds weep blood,
  Instead of the moon of blades, the corsair shines!
  
  But my friend is a fair-haired elf,
  My friend's curls shine like gold!
  The fairy said: boy, don't be afraid,
  And she extended her gentle hands!
  
  Dal elf-friend sword lesson,
  Lunge, bounce, alternating poses!
  So that the trunk of life does not dry up in evil,
  Give the sorceress two roses!
  
  The gnome blacksmith forged the saber,
  He tells me, smiling with a smirk;
  If you want the battle to have a glorious end,
  You need to be passionate friends with physical education!
  
  I drained forty streams during training,
  And finally, the damask steel became obedient to me!
  First you cut the branches from the tree,
  Well, and then you will become a noble warrior!
  
  Here is the battle; I am with the elves,
  Trolls, and ghouls roar with them!
  But for me the army is a family,
  And there is no desire to shirk in a fight!
  
  I remember the movements, the thrust of the blade,
  The evil ghoul choked on the crimson!
  We gave the creatures a strong blade,
  We will build a clean and new world!
  The boy sang, and Alisa Selezneva changed tactics and stuck the middle, long finger of her bare foot into the trigger of the sniper rifle... Thereby discovering a new way of shooting.
  The Jagdtigers quickly went blind, and then one of the hatches opened and a shaved head with a black patch over the right eye stuck out.
  Angelica automatically pushed her friends in the leg to prevent her from shooting and fired herself... But anger turned out to be a bad helper, the bullet passed by, bouncing off the thick cover of the massive self-propelled gun. The Nazi gave a cold-blooded command, and the gun fired again and... Another T-34 lost its turret, proudly sticking out above the hull.
  Alisa Selezneva, like a panther with a singed tail, tried unsuccessfully to kick her vile friend. So she parried her attack with a precisely placed block:
  - Why are you so white?
  - And what about you? - Alisa Selezneva released lightning from her sapphire eyes. - We are fighting for a common cause, for the salvation and happiness of all progressive humanity, and the fiery devil is jealous of her friend, who exterminates more fascists, and pushes.
  Angelica felt ashamed and she immediately found something:
  - And I knocked that mosquito off your leg. You've already lost too much blood, and the bastard is still sucking!
  Alisa Selezneva corrected her friend with poorly concealed mockery:
  - A mosquito is not a reptile, it is an ignorant arthropod!
  In response, Angelica stuck her tongue out at her snow-white angel, singing:
  - I give knowledge, staying in the hope... That the master's degree will be awarded to an ignoramus!
  Arkashka interrupted his friends and even slapped the redhead, but she apparently didn"t expect such impudence from the boy, so she forgave her:
  - Yes, shoot, but talk like women at the market!
  Angelica tried to answer, but the young scout also had the reaction of a snake catcher and jumped back. But the fiery devil clearly did not want to forgive and immediately rushed after him. The boy jumped on the hummocks, tanned, with pants cut to the knee, bare paws. And Angelica after him.
  Alisa Selezneva switched to the shooting range. Well, what if she, the warrior, needs to use her toes as a tool? They are so dexterous and flexible, they cope no worse than her hands.
  The fascist's shaved head split open from a precise bullet between the eyes... Of course, you can't aim with your feet, as people usually do. Here it's more about intuition and connection with the earth, which gives the energy to heal the wound.
  Alisa Selezneva thought that maybe in a hundred years, when well-fed descendants will read about their adventures, many of them will think: "barefoot fools." They run around barefoot, on thorns, splinters, broken bricks, stones and fires... Maybe they will also say masochistic perverts.
  But it doesn't occur to them that the earth, even German soil, through bare soles gives them truly magical powers, from which wounds heal surprisingly quickly, fabulous energy flows, and most importantly, a completely different perception of the material world. Namely, the perception that made a superhuman sniper out of her. As, by the way, did Angelica, here she, although not without difficulty, caught the boy and holds him at arm's length. Although Arkashka Sapozhkov is no longer so small, and very sinewy, natural strength together with life's hardening.
  The boy also hardly recognizes shoes, although in severe frost of about twenty degrees he and Alisa Selezneva, still cannot stand more than an hour and a half, maximum two hours in barefoot mode. And then you have to move, and in ambush, feet quickly and very painfully freeze in the cold... But Angelica spends the night buried with her head in the snow and at the same time in one bathing suit, or even just panties. And nothing, even the skin does not turn blue, as if she were the Snow Queen.
  Alisa Selezneva hoped that she too would be able to reach a similar level of hardening over time. Before the war, she lived in a family that was not poor, her father was the head of the district executive committee, her mother was an engineer-economist.
  They didn"t have time to evacuate, and the parents seemed to have disappeared... The truck that Alisa Selezneva was riding in almost flipped over from the blast wave, and the wheels were cut by shrapnel.
  So they, as boys, when she was still just a pioneer, set off on their own towards the east.
  But then they were let down by the boys, who decided to fight without the adults... And the girls followed them.
  And so we found ourselves in the occupation zone...
  Life was hard for the girls too. Alisa Selezneva, left alone, had to work hard... And this is real hell, though... Fortunately, the girl's parents did not spoil her too much, she had experience in physical labor, but not such exhausting.
  And the farm laborers worked hard, two-thirds of the day... Of course, in the spring, summer and autumn, Alisa Selezneva in this reality and the virtual world of the Hypernet matrix learned to walk around in a cotton dress and barefoot, as did almost all the children in the occupation. Even the families of policemen and elders tried to act poor as much as possible.
  Alisa Selezneva, however, as a conscious person, from the very beginning sought connections with the underground and tried to carry out this or that assignment.
  As a girl, with hair as white as snowflakes and an angelic face, she was ideal for the role of a messenger or a scout. She has an excellent memory, knows German and English so well that she bounces off her teeth, and her appearance is such that no one would think that the girl brings death to the Fritzes.
  Alisa Selezneva stamped her small feet, hardened by long walking along dozens of roads, and noticed everything... But she didn't stop there. She wanted to kill these bastards, especially after they beat her up well, mistaking her for a thief.
  So why not bring some explosives in a basket?
  As a scout, she once managed to draw a "Royal Tiger" that arrived in Minsk back in December 1943... That's when the girl was pretty frozen, she was wearing only bast shoes on her bare feet in the severe frost, the dogs of the punitive forces had torn off her torn sheepskin coat, but... All the same, she didn't even sneeze, although she was shaking a lot after the December night.
  And the sniper's career was off to a great start... In a short time, she became a leader among fighters. And it was not only due to her phenomenal accuracy, but also to her hunting instinct.
  True, Alisa Selezneva categorically refused to kill teenagers and women... Maybe that's why they were in no hurry to make a heroine out of her!
  But now all those who tried to stick their heads out of the hatch to take aim were old and seasoned fascists. And I don't feel sorry for them...
  But fortune decided to take revenge on Angelique for her envy, and a shrapnel shell exploded. Arkashka wasn't even scratched, but the fiery warrior was knocked off her feet and cut up pretty badly. Several shrapnel pierced her chest, hit her arms, legs, and even her temple, a slight cut.
  In the chest and shoulders, it was seriously damaged, but Angelica still stood up and walked, trying to stay upright. While still cursing:
  - These are monsters! Hitlerites who have no sense of proportion! Or basic shame!
  Uninjured, except for the bruises from falling from the blast wave, Arkashka noted sarcastically:
  - And as for shame, that"s right - cover yourself!
  The boy winked mockingly. Angelica was indeed almost naked, her uniform was torn and cut, and blood was dripping from her. Her body was visible in all its beauty. Very muscular, but at the same time feminine, the muscles like wire, the veins and tendons move very sharply, and it seems that this is a cast steel statue of an Amazon. And brought to life by the god of war Ares.
  Alisa Selezneva whistled:
  - Wow! You're really on a roll!
  Angelica grinned condescendingly:
  - I have very strong flesh! What's death to a German is great for a Russian! So don't be afraid "Snow White", it will only anger me, but won't knock me down!
  Alisa Selezneva noted here:
  - Our infantry and steel, tank cavalry have already broken into the fort. Now, what, should we hunt here or go to the city?
  Angelica suddenly turned to the boy:
  - And what will Arkashka say?
  The young scout, shaking his light bangs and clenching his tanned fist with bulging knuckles, resolutely said:
  - Of course to Berlin, otherwise Hitler will be caught without us! The fisherman is looking for places that are not the most accessible, but the most profitable!
  Alisa Selezneva took another Fritz sticking out of a tower that had survived the shelling and, rubbing her cut but almost closed sole, said:
  - What? There's no point in hatching eggs near a glacier... We need to find a warmer place!
  Arkashka sang cheerfully:
  Dedicate your soul and heart to the Fatherland -
  Burn your entire body in battle without leaving a trace!
  Dignity and honor, preserve, and die;
  The world is ahead - now the battle rages!
  Angelica patted the bare-chested boy on the shoulder with her calloused hand. Arkashka tensed his abs, showing off his slabs. It was obvious that having gained weight, the boy would soon turn into a strong and handsome young man.
  Alisa Selezneva suggested:
  - You, Arkashka, are not a sniper, maybe you should move away from us a little... Since you are a scout, then do reconnaissance!
  The boy was offended:
  - Do you think I'm a burden to the alphabet?
  Angelica interrupted the squabble:
  - Arkashka will run ahead of us. And we will follow him, like geese running.
  The boy-terminator immediately agreed:
  - He's coming! Run, march...
  The fighting in the city itself was intense. Some streets were wide. T-34-85, IS, and all types of self-propelled guns moved along them. In particular, the SU-100. This self-propelled gun resembles a T-34 in outline, but with a more powerful gun. It was considered the best tank destroyer, but it appeared relatively late, when the war was already dying out, and did not have time to have a significant impact on the course of the battles.
  But on the fascist side, a tank appeared which, if it had been launched into military production on time, could undoubtedly have delayed the defeat of the Third Reich for a long time.
  However, any of you, looking at the pathetic spectacle that today"s democratic Europe presents, will probably think: under the Nazis, gays and "blacks" would not have been given freedom!
  And here is the E-25 tank, small, flattened like a turtle with a long barrel of the "Panther". It fires from this gun at the T-34, penetrating the hull from a distance of 2 kilometers. Clearly demonstrating the advantage of the high initial velocity of the sub-caliber projectile, and the location of the gearbox directly on the engine, and the crew in a prone position...
  T-34-85 shells are fired into the 150mm thick frontal armor at a large angle of rational inclination and... ricochet.
  For a tank weighing thirty tons, it is well protected and cannot be taken by force.
  Alisa Selezneva, having climbed onto the roof of a ruined house, watches as two E-25s engage in combat with a column of Soviet T-34-85s. The Germans' vehicles are fast, maneuverable, and they jumped out quickly. The frontal armor is truly impenetrable... And the sides are still a good 100 millimeters thick and at an angle of forty degrees from the horizontal. A Panther with such characteristics would have been invincible in 1943. And the Soviets would have had to retreat near Kursk...
  But the E-25 fortunately did not become the best tank of the Second World War. And two vehicles are not enough to stop fifty.
  The SU-100s are trying to take aim at the armored cars of the Fritzes, but the Nazis are swerving their vehicles from side to side. High-speed thugs: a 700 horsepower engine for 30 tons of weight, gives a decent speed, especially on the highway. The gearbox installed directly on the engine has twelve gears, not counting the reverse ones, which allows the vehicle to escape in case of a threat.
  There are also only four SU-100s, they shoot, one hit... But it ricochets, the cemented armor has a very large angle, and it's quite thick... The Fritzes' cars fire back, but they also get hit.
  Alisa Selezneva, whose right index finger has already managed to move away, breaks the optics again. The snow-white maiden bares her teeth and shakes her fist:
  - This will be for you!
  Angelica watches the battlefield. Six T-34-85s were hit in the hull, but there is a chance that the vehicles will return to service. The sub-caliber shell is small, with thick walls, and not so destructive. However, one of the vehicles detonated and started to tear.
  SAU-122 also got its share, they penetrated it and it"s on fire...
  Alisa Selezneva got into the second one, grinning maliciously...
  - So they are blind now!
  The red-haired devil doubted:
  - Oh, really? You believe in their blindness!
  "I don't miss!" Snow White snapped.
  - And they, it seems, too! - Angelica pointed her fingers towards the cars.
  Indeed, the E-25s continued to fire, firing a shell every five seconds from their semi-automatic cannons.
  They rarely missed, they took hits themselves, but they withstood the blow... Apparently the armor was of high quality. That's why the SU-100 took it in the hull... It bent...
  Alisa Selezneva was seriously surprised:
  - Did I really miss? I"m such a clumsy person, or is it just my wounds that are affecting me.
  Snow White fired again and looked at the results of the shooting with sharp eyes. Angelica also shot at their eyes... But no, it didn't work.
  Alisa Selezneva whispered a prayer:
  - Bullet, bullet be accurate, we are for the Cause, for Christ!
  No, it doesn't miss, it's just that the optics are protected by too thick and high-quality armored glass. Snow White soon realized that... And the tracks of the German wonder tanks were blown up by grenades. And the hinges were scattered all over the asphalt. You could even say - beauty! The tanks are immobilized, and in theory they should be bypassed, but the hot Soviet vehicles continue to push on, showering them with shells...
  When there are many hits, these are many light blows with gloves to the head. It doesn't knock you out the first time, but then it gradually accumulates, and a phenomenon called a technical knockout occurs.
  The same goes for armor, it splits from a series of hits and crumbles... That's why the trend of super-heavy vehicles has not won in world tank building. Although, it seems that it is possible to make the highest class protection.
  However, Britain in the Churchill tank went the way of strengthening the armor, even if to the detriment of armament. Only the Challenger was a harmonious in proportion (fire-armor-maneuver) machine. But in this regard, tanks always went the innovative way. Although in terms of composition, the E-25 remained unsurpassed during the Second World War.
  But he was already "buried". Alisa Selezneva and Anzhelika changed targets and took on the infantry, guns and panzerfausters.
  Now the warriors fought directly in Berlin itself. There were many, many boy fighters. And what adults had already been knocked out in previous battles, and now all males were mobilized, from the age of ten, and even younger.
  Girls fought too, although not en masse. Still, Hitler, no matter how much of a monster he was, was not a supporter of sending women to the front, considering war a purely male affair. However, when it comes to defending the capital, there may be exceptions to the rule.
  Alisa Selezneva avoided shooting at boys under sixteen on principle. Although some of the snouted Fritzes were quite skilled with the Faustpatrone.
  There were many losses among Soviet tanks, and a lot of infantry. Some houses were almost pelted with corpses. There are many machine guns in Berlin, and MP-44 submachine guns are also effective. Underbarrel guns and recoilless rifles are pounding.
  The Soviet troops are also firing effectively. Here the Ils are attacking again. Attack aircraft are rolling in, and there is heavy fire from anti-aircraft guns and machine guns.
  The Soviet troops, without pausing, try to overcome the fortifications in one go. But the defense is strong. Here is a building taken, a red flag flutters proudly over it... And suddenly, as if it explodes, the walls crumble down, crushing various fighters.
  Alisa Selezneva frowns deeply:
  - The land mines are controlled by radio. There are minefields here that sappers can't see.
  Angelica, shooting frequently and nervously, wincing from the pain of her numerous wounds, gurgling heart-rendingly, agreed:
  - Yes, the Fritzes have created problems. Especially for tank columns... Here, apparently, the streets will have to be heavily watered with lead and blood!
  Alisa Selezneva, took a picture of some old man. He dropped his Faustpatrone, the weapon flew down, and upon impact exploded, raising a pile of dust. The old man himself fell down after him, shaking his feet in bast shoes (!) His career was over. And judging by the iron crosses, his career was glorious, he even had a knight's cross of the Iron Cross. It's even strange that such a gentleman chose a Faustpatrone as a weapon, which is usually used to arm strong boys.
  Angelica had no particular prejudices and shot the young Faustnik in the bare foot that was sticking out from behind the wall. The boy fell, his bone was broken and he groaned loudly. The red-haired devil finished him off in the back of the head, noting:
  - Mercy in war, unlike a public prostitute, costs more, but cannot provide satisfaction!
  Alisa Selezneva retorted:
  - Only a person who is truly elevated in spirit is not shy about showing mercy to the fallen!
  Angelica snorted contemptuously:
  - Here you are again, Snow White, wagging your tongue. Can't you say something smarter?
  Alisa Selezneva said sternly:
  - Is it really valor to kill an unfortunate child?
  Angelica snorted with even more contempt:
  - And weren't you a murderous child yourself? And even now you're still an underage girl, never kissed by a man. So don't start messing around, but shoot! Often and accurately. And don't spare the snivelers, they don't spare you or our soldiers one bit!
  Alisa Selezneva, instead of answering, changed her position... In a large, albeit pretty much destroyed city, a sniper has plenty of freedom, lots of targets, lots of victims.
  And there are a lot of barefoot boys, seized by a patriotic impulse to protect Berlin. And sometimes they are poorly armed, with guns, Fausts, Molotov cocktails, but they fight desperately. However, you can already see tied up groups of boys - they were tied up by Soviet soldiers.
  But one of the boys in a torn tunic raised his hands and seemed to surrender. His pale, emaciated face with bloody scribbles and sunken cheeks was stern and full of despair.
  The Soviet soldiers stretched out their hands to him... The boy pulled something and suddenly there was a roar! The fragments and pieces of bloody flesh flew far and wide.
  Alisa Selezneva wondered to herself what the German boy whispered at the end? A prayer to his mother, God, or the monster of hell, Adolf Hitler? What was he dreaming about in his last seconds? What was he remembering?
  Angelica said maliciously:
  - This will wean us off the bad habit of taking young animals into captivity. See how they understand affection! We need to exterminate the entire German nation to the roots!
  Alisa Selezneva resolutely objected:
  - No! That's wrong! The Germans are a great and very talented nation. And if there are degenerates among them... - Snow White, seeing that her partner was taking aim at the girl with a rifle, poked her in the side. - Don't you dare kill a child! She's a good girl.
  Angelica snapped back fiercely, like a hungry and wounded (and she really was wounded!) panther. Her gaze became burning with hatred.
  - Can't you see that a child is shooting at our soldiers!
  Alisa Selezneva resolutely objected, poking the barrel of the gun between her round and full maiden breasts:
  - Then shoot me too! Because I would have done the same in her place, defending the capital of my Motherland!
  Angelica cursed:
  - Calf's tenderness! But why didn't you spare the old man, with the knight's cross, like many others?
  Alisa Selezneva answered without embarrassment:
  - Because it's war! - And, getting ahead of Angelica, she added. - And war has its own rules - knights don't kill children! This rule is sacredly observed in all romantic works!
  The fiery devil barked back:
  - You can't be fixed! Shoot the old people instead. You don't like decrepitude!
  Alisa Selezneva nodded her head willingly:
  - No one considers a gardener who cuts off old, decrepit shoots a monster. But to destroy young growth is a disgrace!
  The battle picture changed, Salamanders appeared in the sky like mosquitoes on a fire. They attacked the Soviet Ilyushins with all their fury, shooting them with 30-millimeter cannons. The Soviet pilots accepted the battle.
  Alisa Selezneva changed her priorities and switched her shooting to flying machines. In general, an airplane, even a monoblock one like the HE-162, is an expensive machine, and its destruction is more valuable than an infantryman or even an SS officer.
  True, it was obvious that the level of training of the German pilots was unimportant. Probably, newcomers were fighting, who did not really know how to steer or shoot. However, the inexperienced personnel were also diluted with several seasoned aces, who caused great trouble.
  Especially when shooting at the slow-moving Ils. And the fighter cover was very late. Except that there were also PE-2s which they tried to use at the tactical level.
  Alisa Selezneva, having shot down a couple of newbies, concentrated her fire on the seasoned aces. This was important: to knock out as many vultures as possible, not to let them orphan Russian children.
  At this, the snow-white angel experienced such a strong spiritual uplift that she began to sing at the top of her lungs;
  What is service to the Motherland?
  It is work that gives us joy!
  We draw joy - inspiration,
  We don't care about the ninth wave of storms!
  
  For the Fatherland the heart beats violently,
  Everyone must fight for her!
  And then the wonderful fairy tale will come,
  Where in love there is only one hare - a lion!
  
  But it was not the lion who suddenly became a cowardly hare,
  It's just that the scythe brought out my courage!
  We don"t need to suffer, to be tormented,
  Clouds away - shine, golden ray!
  
  We girls are dashing warriors,
  We will fight, salute the Motherland!
  After all, we have such spirit and strength,
  What psalms the Archangels sing!
  
  This song is about valor and honor,
  About sacred, not carnal love!
  Let us be together with God forever,
  Demon, away with hopeless melancholy!
  
  For me Christ is a great warrior,
  He is for justice and kindness!
  Yes, we shed a lot of blood,
  I feel sorry for those who died in their lives!
  
  But we don"t need to count our losses,
  The Lord Almighty will resurrect everyone!
  He will give out his generous reward,
  Strengthen our strength, sword and shield!
  
  The brave man is practically immortal,
  The core of this life is contained in it!
  Good luck will come to us, believe in it,
  Smash the enemy with fury!
  
  The world sometimes looks like a living hell,
  There is no order, conscience, love!
  Bitter, withered cherries,
  The entire balance is a ton of minuses, zeros!
  
  But happiness will soon come to Earth,
  Man is the Creator of his own destiny!
  There will be life and death in mighty power,
  Let's do what our ancestors couldn't!
  Alisa Selezneva, without any exaggeration, made history, knocking out marks, like darning on a sewing machine, with shots, on the most powerful fighters of the Luftwaffe, and the remaining German pilots, having lost the rest of their fighting spirit, retreated in fear.
  At that moment, the girls were attacked again. Two tall SS men and a couple of strong guys from the Hitler Youth crept up on them and... Instead of taking advantage of the warriors' excessive enthusiasm for shooting at aerial targets and shooting the snipers from an ambush, they decided to take them alive. Or maybe the fabulous beauty, which became even more erotic due to the girls' wounds and fatigue, pushed them to use the captives for their own purposes.
  In any case, the blow from the butt to the back of the head put Alice, who was in a virtual state of trance, out of action for a long time, then the Fritzes rushed at the tall Angelica.
  However, the fiery devil, even being severely wounded, remained a most dangerous opponent. She reflexively met the huge SS man with a stinging blow to the groin. He hiccupped, his mouth wide open, drooling, and the carcass flew off the roof. And crashed into the bricks...
  Angelica, having avoided another fascist's shot, hit him with her elbow in the lower right point of his chin, at an angle towards the center. When you punch like that, even a light blow can knock out a big fighter. And Angelica hit professionally, with a twist of the body and a turn of the shoulder.
  The jaw cracked, the Nazi fell into a deep, almost fatal knockout. Two boys from the Hitler Youth with patches in the form of oak acorns gaped, exhaling:
  - O Russia the hero!
  After which they rushed at her, waving sapper shovels. After two giants, the teenagers, who looked no older than fourteen or fifteen, did not seem scary. True, the oak acorns on their collars indicated that they were elite or commanding officers. If Anzhelika were an ordinary soldier, these boys would have been a threat. But for the Siberian woman, hardened by red-hot iron and lead, they were nothing.
  Angelica made a feint, and a friend fanned out her shin and hooked the boy, who flew upside down, flashing his sports boots with alloy steel spikes. They were clearly not the local punks. But the other boy tried to kick her, but clearly unsuccessfully, as he himself flew off, landing painfully on his back. Angelica summed it up:
  - This is the technique of Russia the hero!
  . CHAPTER #20
  Alisa Selezneva sighed heavily. How long could she sit like this on a chain like dogs? When she and the boy tried to rub the chains again, the SS men burst in again. And they started hitting the children on their bare heels with rubber truncheons. They hit them hard and this time they beat the soles thoroughly. Alisa felt how the rubber truncheon was brought down on the bare, round child's heel. And everything exploded around her with pain. The blow to the heel was delivered with all its force, and the bare feet were secured in a special device. And Alisa felt how the blood was pushed from the sole to the back of the head.
  And how it explodes, like a volcano that pulsates in the veins.
  Pashka held on, but after another blow he started screaming. They are professionals in their field.
  The soles of the children's feet swell and turn blue. Then at some point blood starts to squirt.
  And at the end, fire is brought to the torches on the children"s bare, swollen, bloody feet.
  And after this, from the pain shock, the boys and the girl lose consciousness.
  They were not brought to their senses, but simply abandoned. For now, the frenzied fascists have no time for them.
  Moreover, the monsters lack imagination. And the Fritzes try to study the captured things from the future, but they are not very successful.
  However, the leadership of the Third Reich probably believes that they can win the Second World War even without serious weapons of the future.
  What a colossal self-confidence they have.
  Adolf Hitler, jumping up and down like a mad rabbit, caught the news from the Eastern Front, his ears twitching. The advanced German units had already reached the Dnieper. Using their advantage in mobility, the fascists confidently advanced in the central direction. In the north, things were also going well, they managed to capture Riga on the move, almost without a fight. In the south, large forces of Soviet troops were also surrounded. Tank columns were breaking through to Zhitomir.
  In general, the beginning of the war went almost as planned, so it was possible to have some more fun. When the fascist leaders gathered, Bormann suggested putting on another show.
  - Oh my greatest Fuhrer!
  Hitler squealed:
  - What are you purring about!
  Bormann's face was unusually blunt and yellow, more reminiscent of a Chinese mask:
  - As always, we sing praises to the great Fuhrer!
  Hitler flicked his vis-à-vis six on the nose:
  - Singing is not enough, look at this moron!
  The Fuhrer threw the cake off the table, stepped on it with his boot and growled menacingly:
  - Lick the bald dog!
  Borman fell on all fours and whined:
  - A dog can bite only because of a pig's life! Only because of life, because of a pig's life, can a dog bite!
  Hitler grunted:
  - No, you don't have a lying look, your eyes don't lie! They tell the truth that Bormann is a stupid buffoon!
  The Deputy Fuhrer moaned, simultaneously licking the cream with his tongue:
  - I'm moo-moo! I don't understand! He likes the cream so much!
  Hitler kicked Bormann in the face, the toe hitting him right in the nose, which burst like an overripe tomato. The Fuhrer asked mockingly:
  - Well, blockhead, are you happy?
  Borman whined:
  - Oh great Fuhrer, the oak is a symbol of wisdom!
  Hitler snorted contemptuously and began to spout the most insane nonsense:
  - The Russians! Perhaps, yes, what an inferior nation they are. In general, the Slavs did not even descend from a monkey, but from a donkey and a bear!
  Speer noted:
  - Our scientists were just working on the bear genome and its transplantation into living organisms.
  Hitler turned sharply, knocking over glasses on General Idol. He jumped up abruptly and then sat down again:
  - Coo-coo! My Fuhrer!
  Hitler hissed:
  - And what is the result!
  Speer smiled:
  - The transplant of a bear's pituitary gland increased the prisoner's, or rather the prisoner's, physical strength threefold.
  Hitler screamed shrilly:
  - Look what my greatest genius has come up with! Thanks to my wisdom, the soldiers of the Third Reich will become absolutely invincible! What are you staring at, why aren't you praising us!
  The Fuhrer's entourage shouted in unison:
  - Heil Hitler! Heil Hitler! Sind Heil!
  Nazi number one sat on Bormann's shoulders, fortunately he is a strong guy.
  - I am the greatest of the Fuhrers! My genius outshines the sun, the stars and the moon with its light. By the way, it was I who built the moon, and it will say, made in Germany! Heil!
  Bormann crowed:
  - It's already written! Camps are flourishing on the ruins of the Kremlin, there's nothing cooler than the Olympics, hee-hee-hee and ha-ha!
  Hitler squeaked:
  - Come on, get up, horse! Or rather, you idiotic boar!
  Bormann tried to rise on his stiff knees. Hitler pulled a diamond-headed pin from his pocket and stuck it into his deputy's rear. Bormann roared and jumped up, lifting the Fuhrer:
  - Oh great Adolf!
  Goering, who was always distinguished by his "profound thought," suggested:
  - The word great is too banal.
  Hitler turned around briskly:
  - What did you say?
  The fat Reich Marshal answered hesitantly:
  - The greatest of the Fuhrers, the super-genius of all times and nations, must be something higher than simply great! There must be something special and unique about him! Something like that!
  Hitler threw champagne at Goering's head. Goering, slow and quite drunk, did not have time to dodge and received a treat on the forehead. The fat Reichsmarschall fell down, releasing a trickle of blood from his mouth. The Fuhrer joyfully sang:
  - The blow is strong - Adolf is all-powerful!
  Borman, continuing to crow and beat himself on the thighs, whistled something:
  - Kiki-riki! Ku-ku-ku! I'll cut you down with my spur!
  Hitler spun around a little more, pushed several vases of flowers off the table and wheezed:
  - The horses are well-fed, they beat with their hooves, but I beat the Russians with my fist!
  Himmler timidly interjected:
  - Oh, great Adolf. It is precisely on the kulaks that I propose to place my bet in the future structure of the empire.
  Hitler grabbed the edge of the table with his hooked fingers. His rat-like face twisted:
  - What do you mean to say that fists are stronger than tanks?
  Himmler immediately corrected himself:
  - You see, great Fuhrer, after collectivization, part of the wealthy peasantry lost their income. This is a potential basis for discontent. It is precisely them that we want to use to fight the communist underground!
  Hitler grunted, gnashing his teeth:
  - You're talking to the underground!
  Himmler nodded:
  - Yes, with the underground!
  Hitler roared and slammed his fist on the table, knocking over the salad:
  - No, there will be no underground!
  Himmler was surprised:
  - How is my Fuhrer?
  Choking, Hitler said:
  - And so! It's very simple! I will order the entire Slavic population to be slaughtered. There will be no stupidity or sophistry here. The inferior, subhuman Slavs must be wiped off the face of the earth!
  Himmler shuddered:
  - And the Czechs!?
  Hitler burst out laughing, his laughter was like that of a madman:
  - The Czechs are parasites! Their asses are full of drugs! If you meet a Czech, kill the bastard right away! - The Fuhrer coughed, choking on saliva, then stupidly bulged his eyes and continued. - In general, I have expressed my point of view. It is strict and unchangeable. Although there are some adjustments. How the Czechs work!
  Himmler shrugged his narrow shoulders:
  - The plan is being fulfilled!
  Hitler barked:
  - You fulfill and exceed the plans, but we give you small plans. What should the Czechs add to the standard!
  Himmler stood at attention:
  - Yes sir!
  Speer (the only one in the Fuhrer's entourage who was not a cretin) noted:
  - But it was you, the great ruler, who cut the previously planned estimated applications for the production of weapons. In particular, tanks were missing, approximately twenty-two and a half thousand from the planned amount.
  Hitler wheezed:
  - And the Czechs ruined it!
  Speer coolly retorted:
  - Not this time! They even exceeded their plan for t- 338 tanks. In fact, the failure occurred due to...
  Hitler narrowed his eyes sarcastically:
  - You'll be talking nonsense later, but I was told that a tank with a 252-mm cannon is fighting on the Russian side.
  Idol nodded:
  - Yes, the great one, this is the famous KV-12.
  Hitler suddenly calmed down:
  - This tank was named after such a fool: like Klim Voroshilov. This means that this weapon will not be scary for us!
  Speer objected:
  - Such a howitzer is very dangerous in an offensive. For example, a sea grenade shell weighing two hundred and fifty-two kilograms is capable of tightly pressing pillboxes and trench lines. This is a tank of offensive warfare.
  Hitler waved it off, holding a glass of non-alcoholic port in his hands, the purple streams flying past the Sherpas.
  - What's scary!
  The minister shook his head:
  - No, that's stupid!
  Hitler clenched his fists, his bones crunched:
  - Oh well! You can't put me in the grave. The French also had a monster, the S-2, with a 155-millimeter gun. So what? Did it help them much?
  Speer spread his hands:
  - France had only thirty such tanks. And their speed was only 12 километровan hour. Which is more ridiculous than threatening.
  Idol adjusted his cap and chirped:
  - Quite a decent speed for accompanying infantry!
  Speer nodded:
  - But not for modern warfare, when rapid maneuvers are required and the speed of troop movement has increased sharply.
  Hitler, having completely calmed down, said:
  - It makes sense! It's not for nothing that Stalin had so many light tanks. Although the BTs are weakly armored, their speed...
  Speer added:
  - The KV-12 tank surpasses the S-2 not only in speed, but also in armor thickness of 175 mm versus 45, and this is significant. If the S-2 could be taken out by our 50 mm gun, then this tank is invulnerable to guns of this caliber. Let's take note - the French tank weighs 70 tons, and the Soviet 152.
  Hitler lowered his voice to a whisper:
  - And why is that?
  Speer, imitating Hitler, answered just as quietly:
  - Because of the more advanced design.
  Hitler shook his head:
  - Oy, oy, oy! It turns out that the primitive Russians created weapons much stronger than the French. However, the latter nation is Negroid, but not to the same extent!
  Speer noted:
  - There are several reasons for such collisions. But I must say that the USSR has much more favorable conditions for the development of science than France and even the USA. Yes, that's a fact!
  Hitler jumped off Bormann's back and shook himself off. He liked listening to Speer. After all, this young man had built the gigantic building of the Imperial Chancellery in seven days. And they said that such a thing was impossible. Besides, Sherpa was one of the few who were not afraid to tell Hitler the truth. Quite tall, a young minister, not fat like Goering, not short like Goebbels, and his face was so masculine, Aryan, and not degenerate like Bormann's. Hess, although gay, was much more attractive.
  The Fuhrer said ingratiatingly:
  - And why is that: things are better for the cave councils?
  Speer replied, smiling:
  - Our majority, and the overwhelming majority of young people, dream of becoming landowners and bankers, while they dream of becoming scientists. Tell me, my Fuhrer, when you were studying at school, there were many who wanted to gnaw at the granite of science.
  Hitler snorted contemptuously:
  - No! Everyone wanted a cushy job as a civil servant, where they could warm their ass on bribes, or start their own business. Nobody wanted to be a scientist!
  Speer shook his finger:
  - That's it! There is no private property in the USSR. Which means that if you're smart, then...
  Borman suggested:
  - What if we ban private property? Introduce communism.
  The Fuhrer's entourage burst into laughter. Goebbels, who had been silent until now, suggested:
  - We will consider all property in the country to be the personal prerogative of the Fuhrer.
  Hitler narrowed his eyes:
  - What did you say?
  Goebbels replied:
  - Prerogative!
  Nazi number one shook his finger:
  - And I thought I saw a condom! That's what a cool guy you are! A Bavarian bull, flesh of the flesh of the German soil.
  Goebbels bowed:
  - I am very flattered, oh great one!
  Hitler showed his fist:
  - Overall, it's an interesting proposal, but it's not timely. While the war is going on, we must not split our nation by dividing up property. The USSR lost twelve million in the civil war. That's six times more than on the fronts of the First World War. We must not repeat such a mistake. That's why I won't touch the oligarchs for now, but when the whole world falls at our feet...
  Speer sighed:
  - It will be very difficult to digest America after the victory. It is strong, especially economically. The richest power in the world, with a large fleet.
  Himmler grunted:
  - And all it produced were Shermans and Grants from tanks!
  Speer objected:
  - Already more than thirty-one thousand. In the USA, they are developing a more advanced "Bismarck", this tank surpasses all our models in its parameters. It has a 175-millimeter gun and frontal, sloped armor of 275 millimeters. In its parameters, this machine even surpasses the AG-50, with the exception of speed and power reserve.
  Himmler objected:
  - Our intelligence has no such information. It looks like you're making things up, Sherpa. What a chatterbox the minister is.
  Speer replied with a smile:
  - No, I got this information from our American businessmen friends. They are reliable guys and hate their Jewish competitors.
  Hitler nodded:
  - Yes, I know! Most of the American oligarchs are either Jews or dependent on Jews, but there is a minority: who want to sink their opponents. They help us. As far as I know, Krupp received information about the Cromwell tank a year before the first models of this machine appeared. In terms of its armor qualities, this tank is comparable only to... - Hitler made a dramatic pause and finished abruptly. - A donkey, a fool!
  Speer clenched his fists:
  - Minister Stich did nothing to implement in his time the production of weapons of 88-mm caliber capable of penetrating both the Cromwell and the Matilda and the KV. In particular, the T-16 tank project with a powerful weapon remained at the testing stage. The prototype was created, but the project was not launched.
  Hitler winced:
  - It's a matter of time! Don't be upset, buddy! However, I don't want to create super-heavy tanks yet.
  - Why? - Speer asked.
  Hitler replied, smiling:
  - You see, my boy, there is a problem here. Firstly, these tanks are too expensive. Well, saving on an army is like heating a stove with the wall of your wooden house! But that is only part of my consideration.
  Speer was surprised:
  - And what does the whole consist of?
  Hitler, squinting, replied:
  - That's it! I don't want everyone to say that Hitler won only because of his superiority in technology. On the contrary, I want to defeat the enemy with smaller forces, showing the advantages of the Aryan spirit and body. What's important is the man himself, the true Aryan. Heil Hitler!
  The surroundings shouted in unison:
  - Zin Heil!
  The Fuhrer replied:
  - The tank itself is not bad at all. Only the barrel needs to be made longer to increase the killing power and intimidate the enemy. If the war drags on, the Russians will experience the full power of our equipment!
  The fascists shouted in unison:
  - Let the glory of the Fuhrer, who has risen above all emperors, soar above the stars!
  Hitler slammed his fists on the cake and howled:
  - Stop scratching your heads. Come on, give Borman the entertainment you promised.
  Nazi two whined:
  - The great Fuhrer will appear now.
  Bormann made a clumsy attempt to scrub the cream off himself. He stepped on his shoelaces with his toes and fell, his nose tearing through the thick carpet laid right on the ground. Hitler giggled:
  - What a joke you are!
  Borman sang:
  - The jester is not entirely without reason in all kingdoms, he has caused laughter at all times! Being with a hole in the head is useful, I roar like a donkey until the morning!
  Hitler kicked Bormann in the side, stuck out his tongue and giggled again. Laughter without reason is a sign of stupidity!
  Speer timidly addressed the Fuhrer:
  - We need to increase the production of ammunition. We have information that the Russians are forming new reserves!
  Hitler hissed:
  - When I hear - reserves, it gets on my nerves! Come on, Nazi number one is thirsty for blood!
  Borman wheezed and yelled:
  - Act one! Death penalty!
  Hitler poked his finger into Bormann's stomach.
  - Death is the basis of everything! Murder elevates the individual. I am the Fuhrer, the embodiment of death, hell and vices.
  Bormann sang again:
  - I believe that without you I will feel bad, and no one will ease my suffering, but believe me that a rooster in the zone will never be able to "fart" for alms!
  The Fuhrer's entourage began to giggle again. Bormann gave a sign and pressed a key. A hundred huge pipes, amplified by special electrical installations, erupted into a waterfall of sounds. It resembled the roar of an avalanche of tigers.
  Hitler remarked:
  - My sexual fantasy is to rape a thousand tigers and lions in one night!
  The crowd shouted in unison:
  - You are taller and cooler than everyone, Fuhrer!
  Hitler puffed out his chest, shaking his medals:
  - When I was a five-year-old boy, I raped a mammoth!
  After these words, Hitler's entourage, the famous generals, stepped aside, horror written on their distorted faces. And such a sexy giant of a Fuhrer!
  Bormann fell on his belly and whined:
  - Spare us Apollo!
  Hitler bared his teeth:
  - Who?
  Bormann hit his forehead on the carpet:
  - I wanted to say Zeus!
  Hitler screamed shrilly and kicked Bormann in the rear with his boot:
  - Not enough! Compare me to a Greek god! I'll kill you, slaughter you, rip your mouth apart, gouge out your eyes, cut you into ribbons!
  The Fuhrer suddenly calmed down:
  - Okay, now we'll execute! Enjoy the pleasant spectacle! By the way, who's being executed?
  Bormann narrowed his eyes slyly:
  - One charming diva!
  Hitler licked his lips:
  - Blonde!?
  Bormann nodded:
  - And the liaison officer! Now we'll be together, crowing from orgasm!
  And again laughter, in general the entire Hitler headquarters resembled a gathering of cretins and buffoons. Just some kind of animals. Hitler shouted:
  - Everyone be silent when the Fuhrer is watching!
  The disgusting performance began.
  The clanking of chains was heard. They began to lead a girl into the room. She was covered with blankets and in very rough wooden shoes.
  Apparently they were supposed to undress her as the action progressed.
  Hitler bared his teeth. Girls in short skirts, flashing their bare heels, began to bring hoses with gas burners to burn the flesh of the captive.
  At the same time, they rolled up the rack, with many levers and torture devices.
  They were just about to undress the slave when the alarm sounded.
  Moreover, the red lights even came on.
  Adolf Hitler raised his head and roared:
  - What the hell is this?
  Bormann, his face twisted and trembling with fear, replied:
  - An attack on the imperial chancellery, oh great one!
  The Fuhrer shook with fear and whined:
  - What do you mean? Again!
  Borman picked up the radio. And there was a shrill scream. Panic was visible.
  Hitler roared at the top of his lungs, hitting Hermann Goering in the rear with all his might:
  - Bastards! Why didn't I order these mad children to be dissolved in acid!
  Bormann switched on the television image. Four figures in combat suits were attacking an entire SS army and moving over corpses.
  Their combat lasers caused tanks to explode, planes to burn, and heavy self-propelled guns to overturn.
  Adolf Hitler cackled, rubbing his hands:
  - Excellent! Here is a miniature battle! We will fight and win!
  Bormann readily agreed:
  - What a spectacle, O greatest of the greatest!
  Hitler shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - I am bloodthirsty, I am merciless,
  I am an evil robber, tougher than Barmaley!
  And I don't need any! Marmalade, no chocolate!
  I'll eat the little ones! Yes, the very little ones!
  Let it be very small children!
  Yes, children!
  Bormann agreed:
  - Devour me, O greatest of the greatest!
  Hitler roared at the top of his lungs:
  - I am Adolf, a cruel sadist,
  Impenetrable darkness hangs over the world!
  And the girls were attacking. More precisely, it was not entirely clear what kind of girls they were. A force field was shining around them. But the warriors themselves were only in bikinis.
  And with their bare toes they threw out clots of energy, which literally tore the fascists apart.
  And in their hands they have blasters, then lightsabers. Moreover, weapons that can extend and hit very hard.
  At the same time, the beauties, without thinking twice, also used their belly buttons, sending lightning bolts.
  This was, this was a battle. And against them were two whole guard divisions of Hitler with tanks and planes. And amazing power.
  The Fuhrer whined:
  - This is really super! Such a battle, you can't even describe it with a pen!
  Bormann noted with fear:
  - This could bring us destruction, O great of the great!
  Adolf Hitler roared:
  - Such a race to the brink of death will lead Europe to destruction!
  The girls sometimes covered themselves in combat suits and launched small but very powerful rockets, which tore apart two or three Hitlerite battalions at a time.
  The Fuhrer croaked:
  - This is hell! An unpleasant result!
  Speer said coldly:
  - I have already called for reinforcements, my Fuhrer! Perhaps it would be better for you to evacuate to a safe place?
  Hitler yelled hysterically in response:
  - No! The entire first SS army will go against them now. Can't my eaglets cope? No, I won't leave and I won't abandon my residence!
  Goering nodded:
  - We are with you, great Fuhrer!
  Goebbels confirmed:
  - If necessary, we will die together!
  Iodole confirmed:
  - Or we will win together!
  And Himmler said with enthusiasm:
  - Without you, oh great one, life has no meaning!
  Hitler corrected, softening slightly:
  - Not great, but the greatest! You are not too zealous in praising me!
  Speer suddenly remarked boldly:
  - A politician who loves sweet flattery has the intelligence of a fly!
  The Fuhrer shouted:
  - What do you mean?
  Speer calmly noted:
  - Wise rulers do not believe flatterers!
  Hitler remarked harshly:
  - I could impale you for this!
  The Imperial Minister chuckled:
  - An original way to shut someone up!
  The Fuhrer remarked a little more calmly:
  - But I won"t do that, and do you know why?
  -Why?
  Hitler said with pathos:
  - Because any ruler needs a jester who can tell the truth!
  Goebbels quite boldly remarked:
  - This guy is too smart to be a jester! Let's sing something, your majesty!
  Hitler roared aggressively:
  - Stop singing, you greenhorns! You stepped on a bear's tail!
  . CHAPTER #21.
  Meanwhile, Alisa Selezneva was watching the continuation of an interesting dream;
  Having captured the German boys, tied them tightly to a ladder built into the wall, Angelica gave them an improvisational interrogation. Namely, she tore off their boots, lit a homemade torch and began to fry the heels of the Nazi teenagers.
  They turned out to be unexpectedly stubborn. They twitched, groaned, unsuccessfully tried to tear the ropes that had dug into their ankles, but he did not want to give up information. And the pink heels of the clean German boys had already begun to be covered, first with small, then with increasingly larger, pale-crimson blisters. The pain on the nerve endings of the soles was terrible, but the young fighters of the Hitler Youth held on due to pride and courage. They showed that it was not for nothing that they were chosen as commanders over their peers. Tightly clenched jaws, blood flowing from bitten lips, as well as sweat from temples and cheeks showed how much pain they were really in. Breathing became heavy, stomachs sank, but only quiet, stifled groans were heard. The boys held back loud screams with an effort of will.
  Angelica felt a sense of annoyance:
  - You Hitlerite bastards... Well, if you don't say anything, I'll burn your dignity and leave you as eunuchs forever.
  And the fiery devil began to pull the boys' pants off. Then Angelica felt a strong prick between her shoulder blades, and the cold, unexpectedly firm voice of Alisa Selezneva, who had come to her senses:
  - Don't you dare torment the boys, bitch! Don't you understand how low and vile it is!
  Angelica retorted harshly:
  - Mercy in war is as inappropriate as a white coat in a mine! - Then the redhead tried to knock the weapon away from Alisa Selezneva. But she growled.
  - Don't even think about it! I have an absolute reaction, I'll hit the bone, you'll remain lame for the rest of your life. Come on, untie the boys...
  Angelica objected:
  - And you apparently want to go to court. Release prisoners during military operations. But that's a death penalty!
  Alisa Selezneva herself realized that she had gone too far. She waved her hand condescendingly:
  - And what will they do and how far will they run with such legs and burnt feet... Well, you are such a monster, Angelica.
  The fiery and beautiful devil shrugged:
  - Well, of course... You'll say now that we shouldn't stoop to the level of fascist bandits. That we need to put on white gloves...
  Alisa Selezneva interrupted:
  - Well, tell me, red-haired demon, in at least one book or film about the civil or Great Patriotic War, have you seen the Reds torture their enemies, or that they were monsters?
  Angelica tried to brush it off:
  - What is this for?
  Alisa Selezneva grinned:
  - And besides... Even officially our party does not approve of the use of torture and torment against prisoners of war. And especially against children. You, Angelica, violate the image of the Soviet, noble warrior-lioness with such actions. And this disgraces our entire Red Army.
  Angelique didn't want to admit that she was wrong, and she suggested:
  - Since we couldn't get any information, it's better... Let's rush closer to the center, to the imperial chancellery. Maybe we'll catch bigger prey there...
  Alisa Selezneva slapped her foot on the cobblestones and chirped:
  - Do you expect to capture Hitler himself?
  Angelica shrugged her broad shoulders energetically:
  - Everything impossible is possible, even if it is difficult... For example, probably many people thought, especially in the West, that the USSR had lost, the Germans had entered the suburbs of Krasnaya Polyana, and the Soviet army in Berlin was fantasy. But now we are in Berlin. And this is reality!
  Alisa Selezneva confirmed:
  - Yes, the most real of realities! And therefore, forward. To the special government sector.
  The Nazis fought with the fury of the doomed. Numerous militiamen, either already crumbling old men, or sniffling youngsters in shorts and bare heels, including girls with bobbed hair and older women.
  Some of the militiamen were armed with hunting rifles, and the children with Molotov cocktails and homemade explosive packs.
  It must be said that the latter, especially those filled with needles, nails and other metal "husks" were dangerous. The infantrymen received serious and very painful wounds.
  In urban combat, even a first-grader could sneak up and throw a small bag into the midst of advancing soldiers.
  Here are some emaciated junior schoolchildren who even invented something like a light catapult and, hiding behind the ruins, throw charges at the advancing Red Army infantrymen.
  Alisa Selezneva does not allow Angelica to shoot at them and a fight and squabble arises between the warriors. Finally, a compromise solution is to take them prisoner and tie them up.
  True, while the girls ran up to these aggressive "gnats", they managed to release five more bags, injuring a good ten Soviet soldiers.
  The girls, having recovered from their previous wounds, are quick and have a light but strong net in their backpack. The caught brats, among them a couple of girls got divorced... They call mom and dad in German and swear that they will never do that again.
  But one of the boys managed to get away and was making faces at them from afar. Angelica fired anyway... The bullet knocked off the boy's fashionable peaked cap, forcing him to run away quickly, his little heels flashing, blue from dust and soot.
  Alisa Selezneva, in order to calm the captives, got out some real chocolate from the USA and handed them out, stroking the frightened children on the head. At the same time, she also spoke in German:
  - Don't be afraid! You will have Soviet power, and every day chocolates, cakes, oranges, condensed milk, pineapples with hazel grouse... We will take you to the cinema, to the circus with elephants...
  Angelica pushed her roughly:
  - Stop flattering the bastards, you fool. Here's a soldier, or rather an officer-captain, who lost his eye because of them, he was gouged out by needles that exploded from the packages they threw. And you give them chocolates and promise them bananas and pineapples... Yes, beat them with nettles for this without any mercy!
  Alisa Selezneva sighed heavily and cried bitterly:
  - Oh my God, what is this damned war doing to us? We are truly becoming worse than the wildest beasts!
  Angelica agreed:
  - Yes, it"s worse... But be patient for a few more days, we"ll kill the rest of the menagerie and it will get much better.
  Alisa Selezneva crossed herself and whispered:
  - May God open the eyes of the blind and straighten the hunchbacked backs! Yes, God can be God, even a little bit, but one cannot be crucified a little bit!
  The battle took place on the surface, in the sky, and underground.
  In particular, in the sky, Soviet Il-1s encountered rocket-powered jet fighters Me-163. The world's first version of a tailless aircraft, which was widely used in real combat.
  In the USSR, however, there was also a variant proposed by Kalinin, a tailless propeller, but only an experimental model was produced; it passed tests. They prepared a zero series, but Kalinin was arrested, and he died under torture in the basements of Lubyanka. And this project, as an enemy of the people, was taken and closed.
  So Stalin really is an executioner and a butcher...
  But also a great statesman! After him, pygmies ruled...
  And here are the missile ME-163, nicknamed "Comet". Dangerous machines, small, but very fast, they accelerate to two thousand two hundred kilometers per hour. And their weapons are not like the "Salamanders", but rockets.
  In general, the use of the latter is quite justified. "Kometa" does not have a very long flight time. The first modifications are about six minutes, and the last fifteen...
  Rocket projectiles are good for their destructive effect, which is very important, considering the survivability of the Soviet Il-2s in combat. And of course, the speed of the Komets prevents them from effectively using weapons other than rockets. But they themselves are very difficult to shoot down.
  The pilots, in particular, are positioned prone, which makes the cross-sectional area of the machine negligible.
  And the rocket engine, two types. One early one worked on hydrogen peroxide, the second later and more advanced, on coal granulant....
  These are some creepy monsters, or rather little monsters... Tailless and nimble...
  Alisa Selezneva takes aim at them and whistles:
  - But we make rockets and blocked the Yenisei. And in the field of big ballet, we are ahead of the rest of the world!
  The girl regained her composure, she can, as usual, shoot without missing. Angelica does not lag behind her and also sings along. And wittily:
  - Better dead than alive, that damned fuehrer is gay! Tear him apart in a web of hellish passion!
  Alisa Selezneva approves of her friend:
  - Yes, you are our Russia! Our state from pole to pole!
  When hit by rocket engines, "Kometa" usually explodes in a very basic way. They do not smoke, do not leave behind tails, but simply make a fart! Yes, to some extent - it is funny, but ...
  Angelica teases her friend:
  - Alice from the madhouse, a beautiful cow... Beautiful cow, Alice from the madhouse!
  The snow-white warrior answered with dignity:
  - People with a dull mind and a strong sense of inferiority like to tease others!
  Angelica added:
  - Sharp tongues, unlike daggers, strike even through the chain mail of stupidity!
  Alisa Selezneva winked:
  - The fairy tale is well told, but reality is poorly fulfilled!
  But in reality, the snow-white warrior was able to shoot at cars that were only slightly slower than the bullet itself. But Angelica was not. The red-haired demoness had a reason to freak out.
  The Comets themselves were very similar to bees, as they flew and cut through the air at almost the speed of sound, creating the impression of buzzing.
  And the stings struck very effectively. They made the Il's flare up again and again, and the stormtroopers break apart. And the turns and effects of the hostless ones were not bad.
  The Yaks, in cover, sometimes pierced the Comets with bursts, and sometimes rammed them.
  For example, a Yak-3 will hit an ME-163 and both of them will explode, spraying shrapnel in all directions.
  Alisa Selezneva approves:
  - There, the vultures. There! Even cooler!
  Air combat is very interesting. It is hard to fight an enemy who has such a huge advantage in speed. Even Soviet aces have to shoot on instinct, not even counting on hitting, but...
  Experience shows that such intuitive and frequent shooting can be quite effective. As during the Battle of Kursk, when T-34s, regardless of losses, not having a smooth ride, fired their guns on the move, accelerating to the maximum. And yet, the much more powerfully armed and protected Tigers got it.
  Angelica also sometimes manages to hit the "Comet" and then she simply rejoices in her luck like a child. And jumping up, she shakes an automatic rifle over her head. Then another shot... She shot it down! Like a firecracker burst in the sky! And so it crumbled into fragments scattered far and wide in the sky.
  But the Nazis did not calm down, more and more new fighters appeared. Here is the ME-262 of the latest modification, roaring, twin-engine, and five 30-millimeter cannons (an additional 37-millimeter long-barreled one is installed on the nose). This machine also tries to hit tanks. Apparently an assault version. Try such a thing. Not a machine, but a five-faced monster of hell.
  Angelica growled:
  - Here the demons are all pouring out of hell. Well, when is it that Hitler's strength finally runs out? You can already see the Imperial Chancellery through binoculars, but they still won't give in. On the contrary, like tsunami waves, they keep pouring out and pouring out!
  Alisa Selezneva teased:
  - No, they don't... The twigs have nothing to do with it, or the fascists are just chasing their soldiers. They're right to start talking!
  Alisa Selezneva tried to get a dangerous assault modification of ME-262. This machine is a real monster. Here is another bottom, as it should be, in machines used for strikes on ground targets, reliably covered. Where to find a vulnerable point in it?
  The only hope is to catch the monster at the exit from the dive. Then hit the vertical joint, lantern...
  But something is wrong with the body, weakness, monstrous fatigue from blood loss and lack of sleep. No strength, even to lift the head. And even the hair sparkles from superhuman tension...
  Angelica, to support her friend, even sang with force:
  The rain scattered star fragments across the sky,
  They have prepared a sharpened stake for fascism!
  Tiger tanks are just junk - from a dirty flea market,
  The Wehrmacht is in for a sudden, furious defeat!
  The Wehrmacht is in for a sudden, furious defeat!
  
  Our comrade Stalin is the leader - the power of millions,
  He has a granite fist, a machine gun in his hand!
  We will be able to defeat the army from Sodom,
  The monolith of our strength is for happiness on Earth!
  The monolith of our strength is for happiness on Earth!
  
  Our party has more important things to do,
  How to save the people's and the Motherland's good!
  Goebbels, the possessed one, to hell with nonsense,
  And victory will come, believe me, in spite of all the devils!
  And victory will come, believe me, in spite of all the devils!
  
  The Russian beauty is famous for her power,
  She has a heavy blond braid!
  And in battles with the fascists the youth will become famous,
  The Bright Country will come to life, rising up into the sky!
  The Bright Country will come to life, rising up into the sky!
  
  Don't let Hitler - they'll stick their snouts in the Russians,
  The mustachioed guy thinks he's a cool God!
  We will march along the Berlin street,
  No, he who is pure in soul will not become a slave!
  No, he who is pure in soul will not become a slave!
  
  Our banner is red, the color of furious blood,
  Now the sun will shine on the Reichstag!
  There is no more generous gift for our dear children,
  If the heart is brave and fear is crushed!
  If the heart is brave and fear is crushed!
  The song encouraged the girls, and Alisa Selezneva began to shoot more often... Indeed, on the way out of the dive, she caught the formidable ME-262 with a precise shot in the canopy... And it somersaulted. Like an acrobat who was hit in the legs with a rope and in flight. And so beautifully did a somersault in the air, and even left behind a couple of smoke tails...
  Angelica clapped her hands:
  - Bravo! Shock is our thing!
  Alisa Selezneva even giggled in response:
  - And a stun gun to the endogenous zone - in Russian it's called Hypertrach!
  The girls burst out laughing and changed their position. It was nice to slap their rough soles on the gravel. And that was really our style!
  Again, like in a shooting gallery, only the targets are too fast. They fly like that, even kites can't do that. And the "Salamanders" have joined in. What Fritzes. Angelica grumbles:
  - Everything in the world comes to an end, except human idiocy and animal competition!
  Alisa Selezneva added in a ringing voice, shooting:
  - Life is very similar to a ring, the end of suffering is visible, but you can never feel it!
  But here the warriors turned out to be, perhaps, too big pessimists. After the Ya-9 managed to ram the ME-262 with the image of a dragon on the fuselage, the onslaught of the Luftwaffe weakened... The Nazis retreated slightly...
  Angelica caught the gadfly with her fingers and nervously tore off all its legs with one hand, saying:
  - That's how it is with fascism... We'll tear off every limb, and then what!
  Alisa Selezneva, roaring, sang:
  - Terribly far away - where else, or better yet, right away and forever!
  Arkashka Sapozhkov ran up to them again. The boy showed the girls an automatic submachine gun with hinges and optics:
  - This is an annihilation machine. Look, you can fire from it right around the corner. A nice weapon for urban combat. And also...
  Alisa Selezneva snorted contemptuously, so much so that dust rose from her smooth forehead:
  - I've already seen this... What else can you offer us, Grand Master?
  The boy nodded his head:
  - There's something else cool here. The thing is, this machine gun can shoot in a special mode...
  Angelica became terribly curious:
  - And in what other mode?
  The boy explained:
  - Two bullets in a row. That is, the ability to penetrate well-protected targets and bulletproof vests will increase significantly! Isn't it clear?
  Angelica became alert and in time. She fired, forcing the German kid with the Faustpatrone to wash himself in blood. The loser was thrown back, and the weapon, built on the recoilless principle, flew at the garage booth. There it exploded, breaking through the slate with a blast wave and scattering tiles of broken slate in all directions, like an angry baby throwing toys.
  Alisa Selezneva didn"t have time to notice who her partner had hit and only noted:
  - You hit it off the cuff well. As a sniper, you keep adding and adding!
  Angelica answered slyly, catching the cigarette butt that had been thrown from the concrete slab with her bare toes and handing it to Maximka:
  - Well, of course, I have to improve! That we train for nothing. Although this is not training, but a deadly competition.
  The boy winced at this point:
  - Why are you shoving this crap at me? Do you think I"ll smoke after German mouths?
  Angelica grinned condescendingly:
  - But they are picking up cigarette butts, right before our eyes...
  Arkashka grimaced even more:
  - It's a shame that they pick them up... And in general, cigarettes are disgusting stuff, which even a pioneer shouldn't touch. - Sapozhkov Jr. lowered his voice to a whisper. - As old men, they offered me a couple of drags, like, show that you're not a little boy, but a man. I threw up after the first one. And how can the body reject something useful... And the fact that during the war many women and boys started smoking is actually a tragedy for our people.
  Angelica also winced in response:
  - Well, no need, just read the moral during the battle... And you also need to know what to smoke. Tobacco is from the USA, and from Siberia grows such a grass that rejuvenates the body, and puts the warrior into such a state of combat trance that he alone will lay down five thousand.
  Alisa Selezneva didn"t believe it:
  - You're pouring Angelica. And in general, pharmacology only gives a temporary effect of increasing strength, then comes the reckoning.
  Angelica did not agree:
  - It depends on what and how you use it. And there are also side effects for penicillin and aspirin and other pharmacology. However, even incorrect or unbalanced consumption of vegetables and fruits can be very harmful. So... If you use it wisely, then arsenic will also be beneficial!
  Arkashka burst out laughing and showed them his thin, pink tongue:
  - It's funny considering that most often they treat with arsenic... - The boy suddenly frowned. - Well, for now, we'll have to hand over a sample of the latest weapon to the specialists. And you, go on hunting.
  And the boy ran away from them. Angelica noticed, rubbing the barrel of the sniper rifle:
  - The best doping in war, fresh impressions of banal success!
  Alisa Selezneva agreed:
  - Banality is always original in the way it backfires on us!
  The warriors bumped their foreheads into each other and went back to battle...
  Soviet aviation once again dominated the air. But Ilam still did not have complete freedom of action. The Luftfaust, a formidable weapon of the day for low-flying targets, sometimes snapped back painfully with multifaceted flashes.
  Alisa Selezneva knew well that the Luftfaust was a simple but effective weapon at a distance of up to 500-600 meters. Just an anti-attack aircraft, typical for the Eastern Front, since in the West the planes preferred to fly higher.
  However, the Allies also had assault models. One such assault ace managed to hit the Tiger tank of the famous warrior Wittmann with a precise missile hit.
  Alisa Selezneva shot accurately at such fighters. Usually Luftfausts gave away more experienced soldiers, since it is more difficult to hit a stormtrooper than a tank. The plane flies fast, and tanks in urban conditions, especially when the streets are littered with barricades, barely move.
  And here are the German tanks, trying to counter with something. Only these are no longer "Mauses", but the oldest tank of the Second World War of those still in service T-4.
  Its latest, and in this case not the best modification. Although usually, later types of equipment are better than their predecessors, but not in this case. Although, of course, in 1943 the T-4 was superior to the T-34-76 in all its parameters, and also having a smaller weight. Probably, of the medium tanks, the German T-4 in 1943 (if you do not consider the "Panther" a machine of this type, since it weighed more than forty tons!), was the best in the world. And it had excellent ergonomics.
  The appearance of the Ausf.J modification on the assembly lines since June 1944 was connected with the desire to make the tank's production as cheap and simple as possible in the conditions of Germany's worsening strategic position. The only, but significant change that distinguished the first Ausf.J from the last Ausf.H was the elimination of the electric turret rotation drive and the auxiliary carburetor engine with a generator connected to it. Also stupid, now you have to rotate the turret manually, which significantly reduces the combat effectiveness of the vehicle. Soon after the start of production of the new modification, the pistol ports in the rear and sides of the turret, useless because of the screens, were eliminated, and the design of other hatches was simplified. Since July, an additional fuel tank with a capacity of 200 liters began to be installed in place of the eliminated auxiliary engine, but the fight against its leaks and whims dragged on until September 1944. In addition, the 12-mm hull roof began to be reinforced by welding on additional 16-mm sheets. All subsequent changes were aimed at further simplifying the design, the most notable among them being the abandonment of the Zimmerit coating in September and the reduction of the number of support rollers to three per side in December 1944. Production of the Ausf.J tanks continued almost until the very end of the war, until March 1945, but a decrease in production rates associated with the weakening of German industry and difficulties with the supply of raw materials led to the fact that only 1,758 tanks of this transformation were produced.
  And yet the T-4 is quite dangerous, primarily because of the weakness of the armor on the front of the hull; only 45 millimeters, very small by 1945 standards, which even a Faustpatrone can penetrate.
  Soviet vehicles respond to German fire, and in a much more massive manner. And there are more of them and the tank crews are more experienced. But there are still losses, Soviet tanks are knocked out.
  Alisa Selezneva fired, broke the sight and growled loudly:
  - A keen eye is the best, it allows you to avoid being drafted into the army of the dead!
  Angelica logically added:
  - And a well-aimed instruction will not allow you to miss the road leading exactly to the target!
  It was already starting to get inexorably dark, but the battle did not subside... Thunderclouds appeared from the west, they were approaching like the innumerable horde of Genghis Khan. The sky again frowned, and acquired a deathly, then dark purple hue.
  Lightning, however, rarely flashes, and the rain itself only poured for the first ten minutes, and then turned into a dull splash.
  It's nice for girls' bruised and burnt feet to splash through puddles, and you can even sing something...
  Here are a few destroyed buildings left behind by the regiments storming Berlin, who fought alongside the warriors. And how many corpses and wounded... Probably all the tents are filled with them.
  The Germans fight stubbornly and even try to attack under cover of night. And young soldiers with Faustpatrones on their shoulders, taking advantage of the poor visibility: night, rain, get close to the Soviet tanks and from a close distance quite accurately lay charges.
  A great many Soviet tanks have been knocked out, but the repair crews are trying their best. The shock troops are working, welding the broken hulls, tracks and turrets right on the move. They are trying. And more and more new vehicles and infantry units are coming from the reserves as reinforcements on the march.
  But the attack aviation, having suffered heavy losses, somewhat reduced its pressure. But how much longer can they press like this? And the weather is not suitable for flying.
  Alisa Selezneva and Anzhelika had to shoot off the cuff many times. Take out more and more fighters, repel counterattacks.
  Once it even came down to the SS dogs, who also rushed at the girls in a crowd, and the warriors had to quickly climb up the rough wall to save themselves from death.
  Alisa Selezneva threw a grenade with her bare toes and then noticed:
  - And yet, even though they laugh at us, they tease us every now and then, saying that we are fools who fight barefoot all the time, but if we hadn"t used our long, nimble toes, we would have climbed the practically vertical surface. In this case, the moral is this...
  Angelica, often shooting down at the enraged dogs, interrupted:
  - Just as a cow doesn't need pants, this fable doesn't need a moral! So, without unnecessary morals and philosophy... And most importantly, shoot like a drum roll during an assault!
  Alisa Selezneva smiled and added frequencies to the shooting ranges.
  The dogs were killed, but they had to stay to replenish their rifle ammunition.
  It blossomed... The sun came out, but no one admired the beauty. Everyone was pretty exhausted. And the corpses in the city began to decompose, and that's disgusting.
  The girls were terribly hungry, but the stench of the corpse simply made it difficult to swallow.
  And this made their stomachs ache and they became increasingly tired.
  And the day turned out to be hot and even steamy. And the losses did not decrease... In particular, another monster appeared, something like a "Sturmtiger", but larger... Something made on the basis of the wide-knee chassis of the "Maus".
  Well, a typical technique: a tank chassis for a self-propelled gun. For example, the T-34 chassis formed the basis for a whole family of self-propelled guns, the SU-76, SU-85, SU-100. It's even surprising that so many calibers fit on the chassis of one tank.
  And for the "Panther" the "Jagdpanther" with an 88-mm gun was created.
  Alisa Selezneva remembered the Jagdpanthers from battles in East Prussia. The vehicle had a frontal armor of 100 millimeters, and the rear and sides of 80 millimeters. Due to the very large angle of inclination of the armor plates of 40 degrees from the horizontal, this was quite enough to ricochet shells from Soviet tanks, even with luck and the IS-2. And along with good driving characteristics, it made the self-propelled gun a very dangerous opponent.
  But this machine, it seems, was secret. Alice was not even warned about what she might encounter. Well, not even the Soviet troops in particular. But here is a machine on the "Mouse chassis". Maybe it is a "Jagdmaus"? Relatively low, for such a giant, very heavily armored, with almost completely covered tracks.
  The armament is also dual. One cannon is a bomb thrower almost identical to the "Sturmtiger", only the caliber is even larger - 410 instead of 380. Angelica whispered to her friend:
  - Probably a later, more destructive rocket launcher? Right?
  Alisa Selezneva noted:
  - And possibly more rapid-fire, long-range and accurate. You see the barrel is slightly longer, covered with a cap. A dangerous machine, in it, alas, we will have problems. Although, in war it is still possible to avoid...
  Angelica interrupted her friend, poking her in the shoulder with her fist:
  - And the second gun is also not without interest. See how long it is.
  Alisa Selezneva flashed her teeth here:
  - But the caliber is 88 millimeters, but not 71, but 100. A cool gun, as a tank destroyer it is good. It is clear that this SPG has an assault gun for breaking through defensive lines, and for fighting enemy tanks. Moreover, the SPG itself has a very tight layout, so the fighting compartment is large, but very flattened.
  The girl interrupted the conversation, so the Jagdmaus's bomb thrower, covered with a cap, began to deviate from its vertical position. It seemed that the machine was getting ready to strike with all its evil power.
  Alisa Selezneva loaded a special armor-piercing cartridge with an incendiary charge into a leapfrog gun, hoping to hit and detonate the bomb. The longer the gun fired, hitting a Soviet T-34 that had broken out ahead of the others.
  Angelica fired herself, trying to knock out the optics, but the long distance, the fractional target and the continued movement of the Jagdmaus prevented her from hitting the target accurately. The red-haired devil cursed harshly:
  - Oh, damn it! I miss, I miss again!
  Alisa Selezneva consoled her, not entirely appropriately:
  - You know, sometimes even Apollo missed.
  Angelica poked the blonde warrior:
  -Well, don't miss! You look like... No, you're clearly not Artemis!
  The cap on the Jagdmaus began to open slowly. And the giant itself literally perked up. Alisa Selezneva began to breathe more deeply, and squinted her left eye and smoothly pressed the start button.
  As usual, she felt the movement of the bullet, the space and every cubic meter of air above the grass. And not only that. It seemed to the blonde that in the depths of the earth, lava was seething and bubbling from the underworld of hell, and in hell, demons were already twisting the souls of wicked sinners on fiery pitchforks.
  The bullet couldn"t fly past... But... A blaze erupted from the wide muzzle and a five-hundred-kilogram high-explosive bomb, like an air express, tore toward the side of the street cluttered with accumulated Soviet tanks...
  It seemed as if a thousand lightning bolts had struck one place, and then such a terrifying roar followed... The warriors mechanically opened their mouths to burst their eardrums. The blast wave passed over them, and even shoved Angelica's backpack with supplies. The red-haired warrior spat out dust from her mouth. Having coughed a few times, she swore loudly:
  - Even a ram can rise above a wolf like a fox!
  Alisa Selezneva added beautifully:
  - Christ is the only lamb under whom the hare acquires lion-like features in the wolf world!
  Angelica stood up, jumping up in one jerk, and looked through the dust: "Jagdmaus" looked very cheerful. He had thrown out his portion of fierce hatred, was accumulating strength for another dirty trick.
  The redhead became interested:
  - Did you miss?
  Alisa Selezneva answered confidently and categorically:
  - Of course not!
  Angelique winced:
  - But the monster is intact. And it's still shooting! It's going to hit me now!
  Alisa Selezneva consoled:
  - The bomb launcher doesn't fire very quickly. Let's try to get it out... Maybe we should break the optics? It's possible that the bullet hit the front part, which is too hard.
  Angelica did not particularly share such optimism:
  - Remember how we struggled with the optics of the Maus and E-25. It won't be that easy for us to take these monsters.
  Alisa Selezneva rubbed the back of the butt against her forehead, which had a large, recently-injured bump. The blonde warrior felt empty. She had not slept and fought for so many nights, she was hungry, wounded, tired to the point of exhaustion.
  Visions appeared before her;
  The horsemen of the apocalypse are galloping. Four at once and monstrously creepy. Even the horses have heads like a hybrid of rats and crocodiles. Although the horses rush across the sky, the air sparkles and shudders from the blows of the heaviest hooves. How monstrous it looks, sparks beating out of the void.
  Here one of the riders on a pale horse gallops up to the Spasskaya Tower and strikes it with his huge, as long as two Aurora cruisers, Broadsword. The tower flies apart and the hellish roar hits the ears....
  Alisa Selezneva comes to her senses, "Sturmmaus" spat out his "present" again. Angelica shook the dust from her fiery hair and remarked:
  - And it fires much faster than the previous models. - Intercepting the stupid look of the blonde warrior, she added. - I mean the rate of fire of this model, although it is larger than the previous bomb launcher, higher than the one on the "Sturmtiger". So we have problems with the old woman. Well, and even then, how to take it by cunning.
  Alisa Selezneva mechanically rubbed her temples, her head was hurting so much. And she couldn't think straight. Angelica, realizing that she wouldn't get anything out of her friend, screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - Arkady! Hey, run here, Arkashka!
  Alice whispered:
  - Why do you need him? What do you think, he... - The girl fell silent, only vulgarity came into her head.
  Angelica quickly and without aiming, shooting, assured:
  - You are, of course, a genius, but Arkashka Sapozhkov is more resourceful. He will figure out how to render two hundred tons of combat mass harmless.
  Alisa Selezneva scratched her hair with her palm... She tried to concentrate, to regain her focus... Visions swam before her eyes...
  Alice Selezneva, a blonde sniper, felt herself diving down, as if she had plopped down into inky resin, even her eyes began to eat away. A strange thickness was pressing on her body, somewhat reminiscent of the mercury on which Sokolovskaya was floating, but it was much more terrible, and her flesh was flattened. Here the marshal girl really felt terrible, what if now she would never see the stars, unknown executioners had gained power over the other world. A grinding sound is heard, a sound like a dog scratching on a glass, only much more disgusting and louder, it bites into the ears, twisting them. A red-hot ramrod bites into the membranes, there is a sensation of blood on the tongue, and pouring resin. Then a mouth with teeth sparkling like lava from a volcano emerges from the darkness. Never before had Alisa Selezneva (not from Wonderland!) seen such a disgusting face of a monster, characters of horror films or iconic races of aliens, against its background were only a pathetic parody of a nightmare. Then other even more terrible jaws appeared, some were huge as the planet Jupiter, and others were small, similar to very evil little animals, the most unimaginable forms and appearance, including hybrids of animals and torture devices. Here they are with their crooked poisonous teeth biting into her flesh. In her entire already quite long, and also infinitely rich life, the blonde warrior had never experienced such pain. The main thing is that it was impossible to find an analogue to the sensations. This is both a burning flame and corrosive acid, freezing ice and a dull cutting saw at the same time ...
  A deafening roar interrupts her nightmares. Reality is nasty, but not to that extent. Her mouth is dry. Alisa Selezneva whispered:
  - Drink... A drop of water!
  Angelica handed her friend a flask with a mixture of apple and birch juice. True, it had already managed to ferment... The friend takes a few convulsive sips and whispers:
  - Hell has only one advantage over heaven: there is no fear of expulsion!
  Angelica agreed:
  - The most unpleasant thing about the Christian paradise is that you wouldn"t even want anything better!
  Alisa Selezneva shook her head negatively:
  - I don't think so! In the Christian paradise we will be tormented by an irresistible desire to sin!
  . CHAPTER #22.
  Iria Gai really didn't waste time. Her two daughters, Angelina and Aphrodite, agreed to fly right away. Of course, everyone had weapons.
  Plus they also grabbed a solid arsenal from the researchers" reserves.
  However, Wanda also arrived in time. She managed to return from the expedition. And she also grabbed a batch of nanobots. And this is a very effective, and quite decent weapon.
  Vanda dyed her hair to match the tricolor flag of Russia in the twenty-first century. She became prettier. And she already has her own children.
  Iria, however, decided that the house had four corners, and a quartet of girls well armed with twenty-second century weapons would be enough for any fight.
  Four is the most harmonious squad. And you don't need to take the youngest daughter. Otherwise she'll break some firewood.
  Upsilon is even more unnecessary. This three-eyed creature is too talkative, with a gigantic ego. Yes, he saved Alice more than once, and sometimes he could be useful, but in this case everything was too serious to risk both the animal and the children. In the same way, it was not worth taking Alexei Terentyev. Three children were already lost, and it would be better for four adult fighters to deal with them.
  The girls flew over Moscow. The capital of planet Earth, it's a delight. There are such temples here. It's especially interesting when there are ninety-nine domes, and each one has a unique image made of gems.
  Iria thought how good it was that the end of the world had not happened and humanity had managed to avoid destruction. After which the real dawn began. When progress came in an explosive wave, everything became better and more beautiful.
  Now the vast majority of people are happy. And Alice for some reason had the good fortune to constantly get into various adventures and stories even in the calm era of communism. Which are not very real in such quantities for ordinary children, even in the twenty-second century.
  Iria, Aphrodite, Angelina, Wanda, fully armed, arrived at the Institute of Time. Of course, it is possible to check Alice's movements - this is recorded.
  Wanda even more so entered the database. Yes, Alisa, Pashka, Arkasha, in fact, headed to the sector of dead-end time branches. Where you can do whatever you want, and it will not affect the present.
  It was obvious how these children had moved. And some time had already passed since they were in the past summer of 1946. Which, of course, was a great concern for Iria.
  Indeed, the children may well die during this time. But be that as it may, it is necessary to move in time.
  But it is impossible to arrive earlier or at the same time as Alice and the boys.
  These are the physical laws of the universe. So we had to do it a little later than the children's team.
  Once on German territory, the four warriors hid behind a camouflage field and listened in on the broadcast. The information was filtered by a computer.
  The Third Reich has already attacked the USSR and is rapidly advancing. And it feels like there is no chance of salvation.
  On the other hand, Alice and her team almost finished off Hitler, and, strangely enough, are still alive.
  Apparently the fascists are preparing something sophisticated for them. But it is good news that the children have not been executed yet. And that means there is still hope.
  Iria made a decision:
  - We need to force Hitler and his gang to withdraw their troops from the USSR and let the children go!
  Angelina agreed with this:
  - Of course we must! And save our ancestors from fascism!
  Aphrodite noted, stamping her bare feet:
  - We will do it, without a doubt!
  Wanda readily confirmed:
  - We have all the means for this!
  No sooner said than done, the four warriors attack the fascist hordes.
  Warriors from the twenty-second century once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Of course, the four girls took the destruction of Wehrmacht tanks and planes very seriously. From the very beginning, they were crushing them with their hands and feet, being covered by a force field. But...
  As if from underground, Alexey Terentyev and his youngest daughter Mirabela Gai appeared.
  They grabbed their lightsabers and loaded up with nanobots. They were ready to crush the hated fascists. So the four became six.
  Iria Gai noted:
  - Really? Well, why is it that we can't beat our fate any other way!
  Angelina Gai, continuing to crush the Germans, logically noted:
  - We'll do it faster! Faster, we'll save the USSR!
  Alexey Terentyev, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy"s bare foot a sharp disk flew, cutting down three fascist planes at once!
  Mirabela, crushing the opponents, both tanks and infantry, bared her teeth and muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Iria Gai also threw her bare toes, murderous and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her lightsabers went through the mill on the fascists. Then the blasters chopped at the tanks, cutting off their turrets. The planes got it too.
  Angelina, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And what in the eyes, what in the throat of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Aphrodite, chopping down white, brown soldiers, tanks and planes, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And tanks and white soldiers fall, and the tails of planes burn.
  Wanda Guy chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet, shoots down enemy planes and squeals:
  - For Mother Russia, the human space empire will win!
  Alexey Terentev attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And while moving, it cuts up everyone"s heads and faces, and at the same time the turrets of tanks.
  Mirabela also destroys enemies, both aircraft and tanks.
  Her bare feet are just flashing. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here is Iria Gai on the offensive. He chops down the Nazis along with tanks and planes and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl who demolishes tanks.
  Angelina is on the offensive. She chops brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a tube. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - she shoots down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Aphrodite, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, along with the tanks, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds! Twenty-second century!
  Wanda Gai is on the offensive. She hacks and cuts the Nazis. With her bare feet she throws gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters, along with tanks and planes, and squeals:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Alexey Terentyev jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a mass of Nazis in a jump.
  He threw needles with his bare toes, knocking down tanks and planes, and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Mirabella goes on the offensive. She cuts up all her enemies. Her swords are sharper than the blades of a mill. And her bare toes throw gifts of death, tanks and planes burn.
  The girl is on a wild attack. She exterminates brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall down dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Mirabella squeaks aggressively:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Iria Gai is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws with his bare feet, and spits from a tube, knocking down tanks and planes.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Angelina storms the rubble of Hitler's corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly out from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling, along with the tanks and planes.
  Angelina screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel a dozen needles fly. Which stick straight into the throats of the Nazis.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead, along with tanks and planes.
  Aphrodite is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are rushing in both hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops - planes and tanks fall.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Aphrodite roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles that shoot down planes and pierce the armor of tanks.
  Wanda Gai in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so much murder. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Wanda Guy sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury. And more and more destroyed tanks and planes.
  Alexey is accelerating his offensive. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Mirabella is a stormy schoolgirl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  Here she threw a pea with explosives with her bare foot. It will explode and immediately throw a hundred Nazis and ten tanks into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will run a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Here Iria Gai accelerated her movements. The girl cuts down the brown warriors. And at the same time she screams:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace, along with tanks and planes.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Angelina is on the offensive. Her swords seem to cut meat and metal salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats, mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes, lie around.
  Aphrodite is a crazy girl. And she destroys everyone as if she were a hyperplasma robot.
  She has already destroyed hundreds of Nazis and a lot of tanks and planes. But the pace is still increasing. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks were torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Aphrodite sang:
  - You won't dare to seize our land!
  Wanda Guy is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give a single ounce of respite. Wild girl-terminator.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And the mass of brown fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads, together with the broken tanks and planes.
  The Six went wild. They started a wild battle.
  Alexey Terentyev is back in the fight. And he advances, waving both swords. And the little terminator runs a mill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies, a pile of wrecked cars and planes.
  The boy inventor remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.
  Alexey Terentev squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be a ton of money!
  And the boy-terminator in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and the Adidas company!
  It was a really cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed. And the greatest number of the greatest brown fighters were killed, along with tanks and planes.
  Mirabella is also in battle. She crushes the cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - Large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen. And with them tanks and planes.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that you're the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks, and even planes.
  And Iria Gai is an authority. She beats her opponents and doesn't give anyone a break.
  How many Nazis have already been killed along with tanks and planes?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Iria Gai shouts:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with her swords.
  Angelina is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis or shoots down a plane with a tank. These girls are real beauties.
  Aphrodite attacks and crushes her opponents. And at the same time she doesn"t forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Wanda Gai on the move. Here she has split a lot of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior who bares her teeth.
  Shows his tongue. And then spits from a straw - shooting down planes. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Alexey Terentev jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He's already quite old, always on adventures with Alice and company, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Alexey Terentyev sang:
  - Even if the game is not according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again deadly and damaging needles flew off from his bare feet. And at planes, and at tanks.
  Mirabella sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe there will be a dawn of freedom!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks and planes, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior throws a pea with her bare toes, and immediately a thousand Nazis fly into the air. And the army of the brown, hellish empire melts right before our eyes.
  Iria Gai in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Blows up enemies. And so many Nazis die, and planes fall.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Angelina is in wild motion. She attacks the Nazis. She cuts them into small pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents, along with tanks and planes, and roars:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she runs a wild mill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  But the cobra Aphrodite went on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all nightmares.
  And if it turns on, then it means it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I will crack open all skulls! I am a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action and cutting through meat and metal with duralumin of airplanes.
  Wanda Gai also goes on the offensive. This girl has no brakes. Once she chops, a mass of corpses is piled up, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And then a lethal pea flies from her.
  Alexey will again cut down a hundred Nazis, carrying them like a meteor. And he will also take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear the mass of planes in the sky into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Mirabella will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings among tanks and planes.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Iria Gai is even more furious in her attack. She's thrashing the Nazis like that. They won't be able to withstand such girls.
  Iria Gai took and sang:
  - Running on the spot is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here the mill was carried out. The mass of heads of the brown army rolled back, and tanks burned, planes blazed.
  She is a fighting beauty. She is beating up such a brown armada.
  Angelina is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the scissors of death.
  The girl is simply lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins, they make tanks and planes explode.
  Angelina took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Iria Gai screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws what kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl of girls.
  And from her bare legs, as if a blade would fly. And it would strike a mass of fighters, cutting off the turrets from the tanks.
  Aphrodite in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. Like a proletarian flag fluttering. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast! She went into battle with her natural light, without paint.
  Aphrodite took it and hissed:
  - The head will be like a bull's - the fighters won't come to their senses!
  And here she is again, crushing a mass of fighters.
  Alexey Terentyev muttered:
  - That's what we need! This is a girl!
  Mirabella, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank's turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Aphrodite readily agreed:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch a murderous, plane-busting weapon.
  Wanda Gai is no match for her opponents in battle. Not a girl, but to end up with such a witch in flames. And the Nazis have a hard time: planes and tanks are falling.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Aphrodite, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank's turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Wanda Guy, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Angelina squealed, throwing needles with her bare feet and knocking down tanks and planes with her tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a bunch of lies!
  Iria Gai, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do with him for a penny!
  And the warriors will jump up. They are so bloody and cool. In general, they are full of excitement.
  Alexey Terentev looks very stylish in battle.
  Mirabela sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter propeller. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both the Nazis and the tanks, and squeaked:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Alexey, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Mirabella hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Iria Gai sang on the offensive:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp disk-boomerang. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Angelina added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew. And they struck a lot of fighters and planes.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Aphrodite, waving her legs and throwing sharp-edged swastikas, gurgled:
  - Forward the imperial flag!
  Wanda Guy readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the disks fly from the bare feet of the warriors. The flesh is torn, and the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes are torn off.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Iria Gai flew into the air. She tore apart her opponents and winged vultures, and said:
  - We are she-wolves, roasting the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very deadly disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Alexey Terentev gurgled:
  - Oh, it's early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Iria Gai chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Iria Gai agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks and planes, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Iria Gai again chopped down the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  Angelina is a very fast babe. She threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And tore a couple thousand apart with one explosion.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Aphrodite is no weakling in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like she's beating them out of a sheaf with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, it will be useful,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle, like a jack-in-the-box. And how the tanks burn and the planes blaze.
  And here's how Wanda Guy fights. And the Nazis get it from her.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Iria Gai harshly remarked as her bare foot sent splashes of metal flying that melted the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much so!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They are hacking and slicing them. Not warriors, but real panthers, unleashed.
  Alexey Terentyev is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He beats them without mercy, cuts through tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Mirabella, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks and the tails of planes, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Iria Gai took it and howled, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Angelina tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Iria Gai took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Angelina, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a thing that circles spread in all directions. This girl is pure extermination of opponents.
  The girl will take and launch three boomerangs with her bare toes. And there will be even more corpses from this.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no mercy! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Aphrodite also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl went barefoot and walked through the bloody puddles. And killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he hits the Hitlerite general with his head. He breaks his skull and says:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Wanda Guy is very fierce in the offensive, especially knocking down tanks, and planes too, squeaks:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off from her bare toes. As she pierces everyone, the planes fall. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Alexey Terentev squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Alexey roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is on a wild attack again. No, power is simply seething in him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Mirabella is on the move. She will rip everyone's bellies open.
  The girl will throw out fifty needles at once with her foot. And a lot of different enemies are killed, tanks and planes are shot down.
  Mirabella sang in a cheerful tone:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  This is such an aggressive company. The girl will hit and shout:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Iria Gai is just some kind of terminator in battle. And she gurgled with a roar:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly! And the dictator is finished!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it blew apart the mass of mastodons and winged, hellish machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Angelina is also on the offensive. Such a fierce babe.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And Aphrodite roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of treachery and meanness. For enemies, of course. But for friends, she is a sweetheart.
  And as with bare toes he will take and throw. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with a very high combat potential. No, it's better not to get under such a one. How she tears off the turrets of tanks and the wings of fascist planes.
  Aphrodite, crushing her opponents, hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl is not exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Wanda Gai, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Aphrodite confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes exploded into small shavings at once.
  Alexey sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Aphrodite, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Iria Gai, destroying the brown warriors, along with tanks and planes, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Alexey Terentyev, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It cut off both the turrets of tanks and the tails of airplanes.
  Mirabella, cutting down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis back then...
  Here Hitler and his team fell on their knees before the girls and children.
  Iria Gai first of all forced Nazi number one to kiss her bare feet.
  Then Hitler and his entire entourage kissed the bare soles and heels of other girls. And Alexei Terentyev was kissed on the bare feet of a girl.
  Afterwards Iria ordered:
  - Now, before we kill you all, sign the order for the complete and unconditional surrender of the Third Reich to the Soviet Union!
  . EPILOGUE
  All's well that ends well. The Third Reich capitulated and the mighty Wehrmacht was disarmed. Hitler and his team were sent to Stalin's torture chamber.
  And Alisa, Pashka, and Arkady Sapozhkov were released, and even received awards for the gold star of the Hero of the USSR, for courage. Of course, for the strong, improved organisms of the future, all torture and other deprivations are a trifle.
  Iria Gai's team received a gold star of the Hero of the USSR and a diamond order of "Victory". Everyone was happy and joyful.
  Alice, Pashka, and Arkashka ate their fill after starving in the dungeon.
  And already at home in her time, Alice fell asleep. And finally finished her wonderful, fairy-tale and heroic dream.
  The Nazis were exhausted, and in dull despair, Hitler ordered the Berlin subway to be flooded. But this idiotic step only made it easier for the Soviet army to carry out the assault, since the German troops had largely lost the ability to conduct a hidden underground maneuver.
  Alisa Selezneva and her fiery friend, other Soviet soldiers feel the inevitable nearness of the end of the Third Reich, forgot their fatigue, which was replaced by feverish excitement. The Germans in turn, especially those who were older, increasingly raised their paws up, shrilly screaming - Hitler kaput.
  Oddly enough, or perhaps even quite naturally, it was the youth who fought most stubbornly. The boys who were brought up after Hitler came to power fought most fanatically. Not wanting to surrender, they increasingly blew themselves and the soldiers approaching them up with explosive packages. And so the boys fought, not sparing themselves.
  And the Imperial Chancellery was gradually approaching... The ninth special sector of Berlin, where government institutions are located.
  Alisa Selezneva, having knocked out yet another of her opponents, shrilly growled:
  - And the fascists are becoming smaller... Perhaps they have already exhausted their enthusiasm for new things?
  Angelica did not agree:
  - It's not the Nazis who are shrinking, it's us who are growing up. There is a difference here. We are not fighting rabbits, that's for sure.
  Alisa Selezneva was unfortunate enough to be hit by a blast wave. And again she felt her beautiful body treacherously refusing to obey. The girl stretched out on broken stones and okroshka, trying to get her bearings.
  Angelica also got a hot blow to the chest. She fell, rose with difficulty, coughing up blood. The warrior expressed her thoughts:
  - And the Nazis are very gallant, they try to bury you in a bed of grass and body parts!
  Alisa Selezneva was silent, memories of one or another type of Nazi technology flashed through her lovely head.
  By the beginning of World War II, the tank forces of the Third Reich were armed with light tanks Pz Kpfw I, Pz Kpfw II, Czech tanks Pz Kpfw 35(t), Pz Kpfw 38(t), medium tanks Pz Kpfw III and Pz Kpfw IV, various self-propelled guns and armored personnel carriers.
  The blonde warrior noted the weak level of equipment of the panzerwala with tanks. Perhaps even too weak... Hitler fought the whole world, having only six divisions of light vehicles.
  The tanks' armament consisted mainly of small-caliber cannons and machine guns, which gave them the ability to create a fire zone at close range, which was necessary to defeat and demoralize enemy manpower, and the high speed of the tanks was the main factor in a rapid and deep breakthrough into enemy territory.
  Alisa Selezneva cursed herself resolutely. In her beautiful head flashed: "And this is called swiftness?" Yes, they should compare the running characteristics of Hitler's machines with the brave Soviet BT!
  The experience of combat operations in Poland and Western Europe revealed the low combat qualities of the 37- and 50-mm German short-barreled guns, whose shells could not penetrate the armor of French heavy tanks in most combat clashes. In connection with this, a more powerful 50-mm gun was installed on the Pz Kpfw III tank in 1940. It also turned out that the armor protection and cruising range of German tanks were insufficient.
  Alisa Selezneva agreed: "more than insufficient!"
  In preparation for the attack on the USSR, the Third Reich sought to increase its tank fleet quantitatively. True, it sought it very weakly, being four times inferior to the USSR. An important role in its increase was played by the Czech factories captured by Germany, which in the first half of 1941 provided one fifth of the tanks that entered service with the German army. On June 1, 1941, the armed forces of Germany and its satellites numbered 4,198 tanks and 377 assault guns. (And the USSR had more than twenty-five thousand five hundred of them.) 3,712 tanks and self-propelled guns were intended for the operation, of which 2,348 were medium tanks Pz Kpfw III together with the Czech t -38 and 438 Pz Kpfw IV. The shortcomings in the organizational and technical equipment of the tank forces of the Third Reich, which had not been felt before the attack on the Soviet Union, became apparent after brutal clashes with the new Soviet T-34 and KV tanks. And not only with them, of which there were few, but also quite a few vehicles in the Red Army at the beginning of the war (604 KV tanks, and together with the T-34 in the western districts alone 1,470). During the first months of bloody battles, the units of German light tanks Pz Kpfw I and Pz Kpfw II quickly lost their regular composition. At the end of 1941, Germany stopped producing all light tanks that did not meet the requirements for combating new Soviet tanks. Irrecoverable losses of German tanks from June to November 1941 amounted to 2,251 units, including 348 medium tanks Pz Kpfw IV. At that time, the Pz Kpfw IV were the best German tanks. However, their side and rear armor could be penetrated not only by the guns of the new Soviet T-34 and KV tanks, but also by the guns of the T-26 and BT light tanks, as well as 45-mm Soviet anti-tank guns (the so-called "forty-fives"). Only a 76-mm anti-tank gun could penetrate the T-4's front.
  Alisa Selezneva noted: "Adolf Hitler is not such a cool seer!"
  The appearance of T-34 tanks in battle required a radical change in the design of German tanks, as well as their tactical use. If previously the main task of the Wehrmacht tank units was to suppress enemy infantry and artillery, now the main task was to defeat enemy tanks at maximum range. For this purpose, it was proposed to rearm medium tanks with 75-mm long-barreled guns.
  Alisa Selezneva noted here: "This brought us some trouble."
  Despite the modernization of the medium tanks Pz Kpfw III and Pz Kpfw IV, aimed at increasing their firepower and armor protection, in terms of key indicators they continued to be inferior to the new Soviet tanks. Although, for example, the long-barreled gun of 75 mm caliber already in tanks entering service since March 1942 surpassed the Zis-34 in penetrating power, which T-34s were equipped with. And the new caliber of 48 el and even with sub-caliber shells made its advantage in a head-on collision so noticeable that in the fall of 1942, Soviet commanders were given instructions to avoid head-on battles with German mechanical monsters. Here the Germans had a problem with the T-3. Due to the smaller turret run, it was difficult to install a long-barreled anti-tank gun on it. So it was necessary to either limit oneself to a 50-millimeter caliber, albeit with a barrel length of 60 El, or a short-barreled gun of 75-millimeter caliber. Not bad for firing fragmentation and high-explosive shells. Perhaps that is why the Pz Kpfw III tank, which formed the basis of tank units in 1940-1942, was no longer produced since June 1943, and various models of special tanks and self-propelled guns were created on its basis. The medium tank Pz Kpfw IV, repeatedly modernized, remained in production until the end of the war.
  Alisa Selezneva even joked about this: "modernization is like degeneration!"
  The realities of tank battles on the Eastern Front in the very first months of the war led the Nazi leadership to create new types of armored vehicles, primarily heavy tanks with sufficient armor protection and large gun potential. In August 1942, serial production of the Pz Kpfw VI Tiger heavy tank began, armed with an 88-mm cannon (it was originally created as an anti-aircraft gun). From August 1942 to August 1944, 1,354 Tigers were produced, plus 5 Porsche tanks used for training purposes.
  Alisa Selezneva said slyly: "And the tiger turned out to be dead... Completely dead!"
  In November 1942, a new, more maneuverable Pz Kpfw V Panther tank with a 75-mm long-barreled gun was created, which was supposed to compensate for the shortcomings of the Tiger tank. According to various criteria, it can be classified as both a medium and a heavy tank. To increase the reliability of the tank's armor protection, German specialists borrowed the hull shape of the Soviet T-34 tank. Although the sloping armor arrangement has already been known since the Maccabees of World War I. A total of 5,967 Pz Kpfw V Panther tanks were produced. The Jagdpanther tank destroyer (88-mm gun, 392 units) and the Bergepanther armored recovery vehicle (339 units) were produced on the basis of the Pz Kpfw V Panther tank.
  Friend Angelica was shooting back... The ubiquitous "Salamanders" appeared in the sky. These light machines, almost entirely made of wood and foam, burst forth like demons from the lava covering a fiery Gehenna.
  But Alisa Selezneva couldn"t even move yet, which is why her tender lips only whispered curses.
  The last heavy tank was the even heavier Pz Kpfw VI B Konigstiger (Tiger 2 or King Tiger, 68 tons), released in January 1944. In it, German designers wanted to combine the maneuverability of the Panther with the firepower of the Tiger. The Pz Kpfw VI B first took part in the battle at the Sandomierz bridgehead in August 1944. By this time, Soviet troops had received the IS-2 heavy tank, equipped with a 122 mm cannon, which was superior to the King Tiger in all respects.
  Alisa Selezneva read the last phrase in a propaganda brochure. But to be honest, it was not entirely true. For example, the frontal armor of the turret of the "Royal Tiger" was 180 millimeters, compared to 100 for the Soviet tank IS-2.
  Almost twice the difference. And the German gun of 88 mm caliber had a higher initial velocity of the striking projectile and a better quality armor-piercing projectile. And plus a 3.5 times higher rate of fire.
  In total, during the Second World War, Germany produced almost 27 thousand tanks.
  A relatively small number, the USSR produced during this period of time, from September 1, 1939 to May 1945, almost one hundred thousand vehicles, of which only T-34 62 thousand. And heavy tanks about 13 thousand. That's power. It's amazing that the Germans fell so suddenly and even the economic potential of all of Europe did not help them. True, the Fritzes also had self-propelled guns.
  After the defeat at Kursk, the Nazi army went on the strategic defensive, which led to a sharp increase in the production of self-propelled guns. In addition, tank production required more time for their manufacture. In 1943, the production of various types of self-propelled guns equaled the production of tanks in quantity. In August 1944, tank production amounted to 865 units, which was the highest figure for all the years of the war. The production of self-propelled artillery units by the end of 1944 exceeded 1,000 per month. The total production of tanks and self-propelled guns in Germany reached its maximum in the last months of 1944 - up to 1,800 vehicles per month.
  Alisa Selezneva noted: "Real total production of armored vehicles in the Third Reich began only when the war was finally lost!"
  What can you take if it"s just a poultice for a dead person!
  Depending on their combat purpose, self-propelled guns were divided into tank destroyers, anti-tank self-propelled guns, assault guns, self-propelled field guns and anti-aircraft self-propelled guns.
  Alisa Selezneva jabbed her opponent with the word: "separation of children in the garden."
  Self-propelled guns (tank destroyers) began to play a leading role.
  Angelica just knocked down exactly this one!
  In preparation for the summer campaign of 1943, the Nazi command relied on new heavy tanks and self-propelled guns, including the Ferdinand tank destroyer (Pz Jäg "Ferdinand"), sometimes called the "Elefant" (Elefant - elephant). The "Elefant" ("Ferdinand") was created to combat the Soviet T-34 and KV tanks. It weighed 65.5 tons and was armed with an 88-mm long-barreled gun el 71, the original version of which was originally created to arm air defense units. Then, at the end of 1941, an improved version appeared with a much higher muzzle velocity of the projectile, capable of penetrating 193 millimeters of armor at a distance of 1000 meters. By the beginning of the Battle of Kursk, 90 Pz Jäg "Ferdinand" tank destroyers were manufactured.
  It was a very dangerous vehicle, try to take one. Only a later self-propelled gun - 152 - could penetrate the 200 mm frontal armor, but even then the Ferdinand could reach it from a much greater distance.
  During 1944, a tank destroyer with a 75 mm cannon, the Jagdpanzer IV (Pz Jag IV), was produced on the basis of the Pz Kpfw IV tank. The Jagdpanzer IV tank destroyer was an improved version of the StuG III, performed the same functions at the front, and gradually replaced the StuG III in the troops. A total of 769 Jagdpanzer IV tank destroyers were produced.
  Alisa Selezneva swore loudly in Tatar...
  From August 1944, two different tank-building companies (Fomag and Nibelungenwerke) simultaneously produced improved versions of the Jagdpanzer IV tank destroyer with an extended-length 75 mm PaK 42 L/70 cannon:
  Pz IV/70 (V) - 930 units (manufacturer - Fomag), Pz IV/70 (A) - 278 units (manufacturer - Nibelungenwerke).
  Angelica was thrown back a good ten meters by the blast wave from the forged faustpatrone. The fiery devil tried to get up. And Alisa Selezneva continued to think...
  Due to the increasing production of Soviet tanks and self-propelled guns in the tank forces of the Third Reich, it became necessary to create a relatively cheap and, therefore, mass-producible tank destroyer. For this purpose, it was decided to use the base of the Czech tank Pz Kpfw 38(t). This tank destroyer was called "Getzer" - Jagdpanzer 38(t) "Hetzer" ("provocateur"). It had a 75-mm long-barreled gun and 60 mm of frontal armor with a total weight of 6.38 tons. (Not bad proportions for such a small weight!). Production was carried out from April 1944 to May 1945. A total of 2,584 self-propelled guns were produced.
  Alisa Selezneva crossed herself mentally: "fortunately, a little."
  From January 1944 to March 1945, the Jagdpanther tank destroyer weighing 46 tons was produced on the basis of the Pz Kpfw V Panther tank, which was equipped with a new 88-mm long-barreled gun. A total of 392 Jagdpanther tank destroyers were built. The Jagdpanther was considered the best German self-propelled gun.
  Since the blonde warrior had already had to fight with it, it was fashionable to say that this SPG was not bad. Although it probably lacked armor protection.
  From July 1944, the Jagdtiger tank destroyers weighing 70 tons and with a specially made 128 mm gun were produced on the basis of the King Tigers. The crew consisted of 6 people (four serviced the gun). 77 Jagdtiger tank destroyers were produced. The King Tiger and Jagdtiger had poor cross-country ability due to their high combat weight. They were the heaviest armored vehicles ever used in combat.
  Alisa Selezneva whispered:
  - Jagdtiger is a monster of monsters. Try to cope with it. Not one of our monsters has a chance against it in a head-on fight.
  Angelica exclaimed angrily:
  - And now there is such a cuttlefish that even the "Jagdtiger" is weak against it! No, those who claim that only 5,120 tank destroyers were produced are lying.
  Alisa Selezneva once again plunged into the history of enemy technology;
  Anti-tank SPGs were initially created on the basis of light and then medium tanks. They were mainly armed with 75-, 76- and 88-mm guns. However, the first anti-tank SPGs were 47-mm PaK(t) guns mounted on the chassis of the Pz Kpfw IB light tank between March 1940 and February 1941. A total of 202 such anti-tank SPGs were equipped.
  Alisa Selezneva giggled: "Here are the midgets among the machine destroyers!"
  To combat Soviet medium and heavy tanks, it was necessary to strengthen the anti-tank artillery, making it larger-caliber and self-propelled. It was decided to use the chassis of the Pz Kpfw 38 (t) tank, which by the end of 1941 was already obsolete as a combat tank and had a low speed for a reconnaissance tank. A captured Russian 76.2 mm gun was mounted on it, converted to fire a round from the German PaK 40 AT gun. This anti-tank self-propelled gun with a 7.62 cm Pak 36 (r) gun was called "Marder" - Panzerjager 38 (t) Pak 36 (r) Marder. A total of 363 Marder AT self-propelled guns (Marder - marten) were assembled from April 1942 to April 1943.
  Angelica desperately tried to crawl to the parapet. She had already lost a fair amount of blood, and her pallor was visible through her chocolate tan.
  In the spring of 1942, a decision was made to install a 75 mm PaK 40/3 anti-tank gun on the Pz Kpfw 38(t) tank chassis. This anti-tank self-propelled gun, called "Marder III" - Pz Jäg 38(t) mit 7.5cm PaK 40/3 (Marder III), was produced from November 1942 to May 1944. 1,393 vehicles were manufactured (175 units were converted from tanks).
  Alisa Selezneva herself is already creepy, tired even mentally of digging through such crap, but she did not have the strength to stop.
  On the basis of the Pz Kpfw II light tank, it was decided to produce the 75-mm anti-tank self-propelled gun "Marder II" with the PaK 40/2 gun. Between June 1942 and March 1944, 651 vehicles were produced. In the spring of 1943, before the summer offensive (Operation Citadel), 201 anti-tank self-propelled guns with the captured Russian 76.2-mm PaK 36(r) gun - LaS 762 were produced on the basis of the Pz Kpfw II Ausf D light tank.
  Angelica growled loudly at her friend:
  - Well, why are you lying around? Come on, hurry up and join the fight. What a lazybones... As they say about such people.
  Alisa Selezneva snapped back:
  - A few more minutes, and I'll start over again, crushing the enemies of the USSR. So don't panic.
  The blonde warrior tried unsuccessfully to collect her thoughts.
  Also, before the summer offensive on the Kursk Bulge, the 88-mm Nashorn (rhinoceros) anti-tank self-propelled guns began to be produced, later renamed the Hornisse (hornet). The new 88-mm PaK 43/1 L/71 anti-tank gun was mounted on the Pz Kpfw III/IV chassis (like the 150-mm Gummel self-propelled gun). The self-propelled gun was put into service with heavy fighter battalions. A total of 494 vehicles were made between February 1943 and March 1945. A small number of anti-tank self-propelled guns based on armored personnel carriers were also produced. All light anti-tank self-propelled guns had open-topped cabins. In total, Germany produced more than 3,700 anti-tank self-propelled guns during World War II.
  Alisa Selezneva finished her thoughts, lifted her legs up and jumped up at once. The lights of a predatory panther lit up in her eyes:
  - Let's start harvesting!
  The terminator girl's bullets flew into the SS men's faces, distorted with animalistic grins. Alisa Selezneva fired almost in bursts and said:
  - Get it! Shepherd... Get it!
  The elite fascists, not even seeing, but feeling in their guts how terribly their ranks were thinning, fell belly down on the ground. They dug themselves into the concrete, or rather even made a pathetic attempt to dig themselves in. Well, just like pigs...
  Angelica noted:
  - I touch your lips and feel the cold... Come on guys, whoever is brave.
  The massive, thick-walled building of the Imperial Chancellery. Despite the bombing, it was not too badly damaged. It is the main center of the evil that came to the sacred Soviet land. Alisa Selezneva can already see the dome of this building. Yes, it is a terrible thing... You will rush there and squash, or even better, capture Hitler.
  Angelica turned her head to her blonde friend, the fiery devil had a terribly battered face. Both eyes were swollen shut with black eyes, her nose was flattened and there were bruises and deep scratches. It seemed like the girl had been brutally beaten, and without the slightest pity.
  Alisa Selezneva encouraged her partner:
  - Bruises and abrasions are a man's adornment, a brave warrior is much cooler than any of the men...
  Angelica agreed:
  - It will be even more difficult... There is Hitler's tank "Rat" on the way to the Imperial Chancellery, almost ready, only without the chassis. If we destroy it, then we will be able to begin storming the building itself. And then we can drag Hitler there, on a rope...
  Alisa Selezneva responded wittily:
  - A purse, a purse, on a string... It hangs on the edge of a shining abyss. And the ghoul lurks to the side and holds the string invisible.
  Angelica narrowed her eyes and said:
  - The "Krasa" tank is armed with two 280-mm cannons, and two more 128-mm, plus eleven anti-aircraft guns and twenty-two machine guns. The armor thickness is 400-mm. The total weight of this technological monster is about two thousand tons. In short, this is a big problem for us. This is the kind of creature that was assigned to guard the imperial chancellery.
  Aliska Selezneva kicked up some rubble with her bare feet, making a dust fountain. It was fun and probably great. After which the blonde said:
  - Anyone can lose a just cause, but in unjust cases there are no winners!
  Angelica agreed:
  - You can cheat fate, but you can"t cheat the expectations of fateful decisions!
  Alisa Selezneva, realizing that the cascade of wit could drag on too long, barked:
  - That's enough... My suggestion is to get inside the tank and kill everyone there!
  Angelica immediately agreed:
  - Deal! Of course, we'll beat them and split them!
  The girls rushed to the Rat tank buried in concrete. The task was not easy. But the warriors quite reasonably counted on luck, which helps the just.
  Here they fell on their stomachs and crawled like glamorous caterpillars. At the same time, the girls were fast and agile. A plan had formed in Alice's head. The Germans, of course, are not fools, and all approaches to the super-heavy tank are machine-gunned. Moreover, each section is zeroed in. But there is also a sewage system... And through it it is quite possible to penetrate into the belly of the tank, buried and probably having an underground connection with the imperial chancellery.
  Here are two warriors, overcoming their disgust, and they dived into the hatch at once. Although it is unpleasant for wounded girls to crawl through dusty pipes full of spiders, rats, cockroaches and stench. But at least they can count on surprise.
  The rats tried to bite the girls' tattered bare feet several times. But they got their revenge. Angelica and the dexterous Alisa Selezneva cut these creatures with daggers. The rats' blood is so foul that the warriors can only hold back their nausea thanks to their iron temperament.
  And they crawl further, cold metal runs across their stomachs. A slight tremor... Well, but this stops the girls.
  Alisa Selezneva even jokes:
  - There is a way out of any labyrinth, but not one that consists of the tangled convolutions of a fool!
  Angelica adds:
  - Only those who are confused in choosing a path can be confused!
  The girls finally managed to get out of the sewer system. There is only a grate ahead, and behind it a fan. Alice shoots at the unit, the blades of the huge propeller freeze.
  The nearly naked warriors squeeze between them. Then Angelica inserts her long fingers into the lock. Her long nails are very strong, and the mechanism of the steel lock gives way with a quiet creak. The fiery devil growls:
  - Russians are sometimes submissive to the great, but they never give in to the insignificant!
  Alisa Selezneva, with a precise shot from a silent rifle, hitting the sentry who was about to stick his snout in, adds:
  - It is not a shame to submit to a worthy person, and following a compass is not humiliation!
  Angelica growled savagely in response:
  - Now get going!
  The girls moved like cobras through a house full of mongooses. They were in the belly of a giant tank. They shot to kill, splashing Hitler's blood on the armor plates. The fascists tried to answer them, but were too late. So the grenades flew at them, tearing off their limbs...
  Alisa Selezneva sang:
  - The bald drunk Fuhrer lay down on the wires... This is not a trinket for Hitler....publish!
  Angelica added:
  -Oooh! And he started crying, stupid, stupid Adik!
  Grenades explode and their fragments hit the armor like a baby King Kong's rattle... How cool it is to beat everyone like that... And total defeat ensues.
  Angelica sings along:
  - Put Hitler's gang on trial, and we'll make soup out of Adolf!
  Alisa Selezneva in response:
  - No, no, no trial!
  Blood splashes under the warrior's graceful, erotic, touchingly bare feet, and they leave behind traces of the daughters of Mars. They are unstoppable, they are cool Soviet girls with naked torsos and lush breasts, like those of the goddesses of antiquity.
  All three compartments of the huge two-story tank were littered with dead. In the confusion, the Nazis did not immediately realize that they were being attacked from below, and so the terminator girls jumped onto the second floor without any problems. Moreover, they were almost completely naked and fabulously beautiful, and were mistaken for expensive prostitutes from the harem of the highest ranks of the SS.
  Well, the girls gave them a Hyperfuck! In short, more than fifty Germans were mowed down, and the "Rat" was captured by the Soviet troops. It's just a pity that instead of the chassis, this promising machine was buried in reinforced concrete. It can't be turned against the fascists.
  Alisa Selezneva examined the captured machine and suggested:
  - Well, what... Are we fools, didn"t we bring a red flag with us?
  Angelique muttered in annoyance:
  - The backpacks are already jam-packed. And it's not our job to load flags onto captured buildings. We're snipers. Our job is to kill, not to show off!
  Alisa Selezneva began to grope around with her hands:
  - Will we be able to find at least some red rag?
  Angelica suddenly jerked her head:
  - It's not worth it!
  Alisa Selezneva was indignant:
  - And why is that?
  Angelica answered logically:
  - Because it is a supertank, although important, but overall a secondary target. The Imperial Chancellery is more important...
  Alisa Selezneva scratched her bare leg behind her ear with her sticky bloody fingers, demonstrating virtuoso dexterity:
  - And this is also... Of course it is more important... But!
  Angelica tugged her blonde friend by the elbow:
  - So let's run faster, let's take Hitler prisoner. It will be much cooler!
  Alisa Selezneva sang:
  - And how many aphids there were... Each one was worse than the other! They'd be better off if they hit them in the face with bricks!
  Angelica, instead of answering, began to go down to the first floor. Alisa Selezneva followed her, the honey blonde's hair had become crimson-black from dust, soot and blood. They were still fabulously beautiful, but at the same time extremely frightening. So these warriors ran down, then dived into the underground passage to the bunker.
  A massive titanium door stood in their way. The girls, seeing its indestructibility, planted the explosives they had taken from the ammunition in the adjacent wall. They ran away and turned on the electricity through the wires.
  It exploded, collapsing a mixture of earth and concrete. Dust rose and immediately fell. Alisa Selezneva growled:
  - Here it is, our signature Russian move!
  Angelica agreed:
  - Of course, it's a move! Not even a signature move, but a royal one!
  The girls jumped inside, ran and came across a grate behind which were ventilation shafts. Angelica opened the grate in about ten seconds, dived first, and Alice followed her.
  Unlike the sewer, crawling through the ventilation shafts was more pleasant, there was a lot of dust, but at least there were no rats or stinking feces. And the girls crawled along them like Indian vipers along a string from Conan Doyle's famous story "The Coloured Tape". How many times did Alice bump into her scratched face, and the cut, scorched, but quickly healing, roughened feet of the fiery warrior.
  Angelica purred as her hard heels tickled the sticky blood of Alisa Selezneva's hair.
  The girls kept crawling, going lower. The Imperial Chancellery went six floors underground, and on the seventh floor there was a warehouse with ammunition and fuel. And a little to the side... Angelica, as a true child of nature, felt it perfectly well with her gut that there was a secret underground airfield there. And the Siberian whispered to Alice:
  - Don't shoot! Don't make unnecessary noise here!
  The blonde warrior shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment and ran her finger along the foot of her red-haired friend, rough from numerous cuts, burns and calluses:
  - Why did we come here if not to shoot and kill?
  Angelica logically assumed:
  - There are thousands of select SS soldiers in this huge building and there is no way for the two of us to kill them. But we must capture Hitler and thus end the Second World War once and for all.
  Alisa Selezneva whistled in a full-bodied voice:
  - Wonderful... To take Hitler prisoner! Wonderful.
  Angelica expressed a very reasonable thought:
  - Very soon the Fuhrer will flee Berlin. I think even in the next few hours. He is essentially a rat, it is not for nothing that he named the largest tank of the Third Reich that. And we will...
  Alisa Selezneva smiled:
  - Of course.... You"re right... But...
  The fiery devil slyly suggested:
  - We'll infiltrate the airfield and wait there for the fugitive Fuhrer.
  Alisa Selezneva nodded:
  - Of course, there should be ventilation shafts in this settling tank too.
  The girls, however, were forced to search blindly. Try to determine on which side such a brutally secret Berlin facility as an underground airfield is located, and with the coolest flying machines.
  Alisa Selezneva, as a true daughter of fire, began to sing in order to open her otherworldly chakras:
  Clouds came from the bloodsuckers,
  Hell has broken out from nearby Earth!
  The snake crawls through the armor, a rattlesnake,
  Look, the clouds are 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 sweet women,
  Let us be worthy of the exploits of our fathers!
  
  My land, how painfully you moaned,
  The enemy left a hundred traces of wounds!
  But we will throw fascism off its pedestal at once,
  The plague of these hard years will not last long!
  
  And death is already whitening behind the clouds,
  But our thoughts reach for the heavens!
  Let's trample the notorious villains into dust,
  And we'll tear the Wehrmacht in half!
  
  We do not know peace and decay of old age,
  We are the children of our holy Motherland!
  All that was bright fought the Nazis,
  Let us shoot these mighty roots!
  
  And what exploded with the force of an evil bomb,
  What is this thunder and explosion to us!
  The fighters of Rus' are capable of much,
  And for the Fuhrer, the peak will become the bottom!
  
  The hell of hell was blazing,
  Crawling along the road with a predatory "Tiger" barrel!
  And all our fatigue flew away from us in an instant,
  The time is over, happy games!
  
  A grenade in hand, and a deadly throw,
  Here's the Tiger, who got a good punch in the face!
  And Hitler into the cauldron in the boiler room of Tartarus,
  So that it doesn"t reveal itself to the Russian world!
  
  Berlin is shaking from the furious volleys,
  Here the red flag is flying over the Reichstag!
  And the Sun blazed over the Fatherland,
  After all, the Third Reich has been reduced to dust and ashes!
  The song inspired the girls and they, full of spiritual uplift, playfully opening one after another the grates, finally came out into the last ventilator. And behind it is the underground, well-lit airfield itself.
  Angelica was the first to lean in and exclaimed in surprise:
  - Wow! Wow...
  Alisa Selezneva also noticed this:
  - An ordinary disc-flyer, like the ones we've already had to fight... What surprised you about it?
  The red-haired devil answered without offense:
  - At least in size. Besides, can't you see that it's much taller than the previous combat vehicles? Those were like two saucers put together, and this is more like a luxurious Christmas cake.
  Alisa Selezneva smiled slyly and winked at her friend:
  - So much the better. We'll capture not only the Fuhrer, who is now, frankly, a nobody, but also a flying machine! Maybe we'll be able to fly headlong to Mars with it!
  Angelica laughed:
  - To fly in.... It"s symbolic!
  The girls overcame the last obstacle and froze near the disc. They began to lie there, waiting for the enemy, like tigers in ambush. Alisa Selezneva even began to reason on abstract topics.
  Since the books of the Bible were written in ancient and different eras, by people of different national spirit and social status, it reflects views that are in no way, to put it mildly, in harmony with the scientific knowledge, moral and religious (yes, even religious) convictions of our contemporaries. We will not touch upon scientific problems now. It is self-evident to students that if the Lord God had dictated, for example, the teachings of Copernicus or the theory of Einstein or Mendel, the 'Holy men of God' (prophets) would not have been able to convey these scientific truths in writing to the illiterate Jewish shepherds who lived more than 3.5 thousand years ago.
  Alisa Selezneva snorted contemptuously:
  - And what about Einstein? Is he a superman? His bourgeois theory of relativity will be soundly refuted by communist science!
  However, it is regrettable that at the time when the Bible was written and edited, the scientific knowledge of the Greeks, Chinese, Hindus, and Persians surpassed the knowledge of the authors and editors of the biblical books. The Lord God still teaches Bible lovers that the sky is a crystal dome,7 'the firmament of heaven' DEK4 (Genesis 1:7), to which the heavenly bodies are attached (Genesis 1:16-17); above this firmament are storehouses of rain, winds, snow, and hail (Job 38:22; Psalm 32:7; 134:7; Jeremiah 10:13); in the firmament is the dwelling place (throne, house, temple, chancery, paradise) of God and his entourage (angels, Satan, saints). The earth, according to the teachings of the authors of the biblical books, is so firmly established on pillars that it cannot move from its place (Psalm 95:10)... The authors of all the books of the Old and New Testaments are deeply convinced that man - and the Lord God Himself - thinks with the heart (Genesis 6:15; 8:21; 27:41; Exodus 28:3; 31:6; 35:10; 35;35; 36:2; 36:8; Deuteronomy 29:4; 1 Samuel 27:1; Job 9:4; 17:4,11; 38:36; Psalm 4:5; 14:2; 18:15; Proverbs 17:23; Ecclesiastes 2:1-3; Isaiah 10:7; 33:18; 49:21; Jeremiah, 7:31; ... Matthew, 9:4; 15:18-19; Mark, 2:6-8; Luke, 2:19,35; Romans, 10:10-11; ...). Based on the biblical teaching about the heart, the "philosophy of cardocentrism" was intensively developing in Russia during the 19th and early 20th centuries, which spoke about the heart as the seat of the human soul, about comprehending the truth with one's heart, and about other cardiac biblical studies. But even the immediate disciple of Pythagoras, Philolaus (6th century BC) in his treatise "On Nature" established that the most important organs in humans are the brain as the seat of reason, thought; the heart is the seat of the "sensitive soul" and the sexual organs are for reproduction.8 I am not even talking about Sechenov, in whose publication "Reflexes of the Brain" it was reliably established at the scientific and experimental level that man thinks with his brain, not with his heart. And since the time of the heart transplant, it has been shown to the whole world that the heart is one of the simplest organs of the human body, that it is only a kind of pump that, by means of muscle tension, sucks in and ejects fluid, blood. The heart and its individual defects can be replaced - and are already being replaced! - with a mechanical artificial pump or valve; replacing the heart in no way leads to replacing the "soul", the personality of a person.
  Angelica whispered to Alisa Selezneva:
  - Do you hear, they're already coming!
  Indeed, the doors opened silently and several large, heavily loaded carts appeared, escorted by SS soldiers from the special Imperial Life Guards Regiment.
  They began loading the valuables into the belly of the flying saucer. Before loading, there was weighing. A German in a white coat and dark glasses carefully wrote down the data.
  - Ten and a half tons of gold, six four hundred kilograms of platinum. Two tons six hundred twenty kilograms of uncut diamonds, and another five thousand carats. Three tons eight hundred thirty one kilograms of jewelry, seven thousand carats.
  And also emeralds, rubies, topazes...
  Alisa Selezneva was distracted, thinking about religion and why in an atheistic manner that was not typical for her. Or maybe it was typical: Alisa was used to winning on her own, without relying on God.
  The authors of the Bible endow their God with astonishing ignorance regarding the most ordinary things. Thus, their God claims that a bat is a bird, not a mammal (Leviticus 11:13-19; Deuteronomy 14:11-14); a hare is a ruminant animal that does not have cloven hooves (Leviticus 11:4; Deuteronomy 14:7); supposedly there are flying birds and insects that have four legs (Leviticus 11:23), and a snake feeds on dust (Genesis 3:14); that God, 'fighting for the Israelites, hurled huge stones from the sky' on the soldiers of the local population, and to top it off, 'he made the sun stand still over Gibeon and the moon over the Valley of Ajalon until the Jews took revenge on their enemies' (Joshua 10:10-14); that the Sun in its movement across the sky can not only stop, but also begin its movement in the opposite direction - to the east (2 Kings, 20:11; Isaiah 38:8)...
  Angelica suddenly grabbed Alisa Selezneva by the nose with her bare, strong little feet and pulled, menacingly frowning and whispering:
  - Come on, follow me, we"ll lie down under the carts and there...
  The blonde warrior nodded in unison:
  - I got it! Now.
  Naked, almost black from dust, soaked in oil, the girls crawled to the bottom of the cart. Even the Nazis from the SS elite looked pretty stupefied by the defeat they had just suffered from the Red Army. That's why they didn't notice the girls, spread out and specially trained to crawl silently.
  Alisa Selezneva's nose was whining disgustingly, squeezed by the steel fingers of the Siberian warrior. She probably even made a plum out of it. Oh, disgusting, even the most disgusting of the disgusting!
  Finding themselves under the carts, the girls spread their legs and arms, raised themselves up, rested against the faceted edges and hung there. The carts moved, straight into the belly of the apparatus....
  Inside the hold it suddenly turned out to be very cold and semi-dark. The naked and hot girls almost immediately began to shake. Angelica, being the most accustomed to hardening, said:
  - Minus thirty or even a little lower... Not fatal!
  Alisa Selezneva noted with irritation:
  - If we get stuck here for too long, we won't last naked...
  Angelica interrupted:
  - I'll hold out! I have better resistance to cold than seals. Hunger and thirst would kill a Siberian woman sooner than such cold.
  Alisa Selezneva growled:
  - I don't want to set survival records. Let's get out of the cargo hold and into the living quarters. Otherwise, we might actually fly to Mars, which means the hold will be down to minus 150... I don't think a girl cooler than a seal could withstand that.
  Angelica muttered irritably:
  - If there is no air, then maybe I won't last! But I'll have to stand to the death!
  Alisa Selezneva climbed out of the cart, strangely enough, but the blisters that still hadn't gone down from her heels were very pleasant from the frost-covered metal surface. The warrior almost immediately found the right door. Angelica got up after her. The Fire Devil Girl declared:
  - The door opens with a code. You need to listen to it carefully...
  Alisa Selezneva nodded:
  - I know! When the relay is triggered where the coding is set, you can hear a very quiet click. The specifics of mechanical locks!
  Angelica nodded and put her chiseled ear to the armor. Alisa Selezneva started twirling. One number matched. The second one too. Letters... numbers again. And now the most difficult part - Chinese characters, of which there are a whole thousand. I had to twirl them. Alisa Selezneva even noticed:
  - It seems to me that the Germans should have a simpler and faster backup system...
  Angelica agreed:
  - It should, but probably only from the inside...
  The girls entered the living quarters.... As expected, they were very luxuriously furnished, and even with paintings of great artists. Everyone knows that Hitler collects such rarities, but the fact that such a miracle would be hung on the walls of a spaceship... That's the coolest thing ever!
  The girls opened the locks and then closed them behind them. The living quarters consisted of three floors with high ceilings. Plus a basement with a warehouse, and also the top, where the control center and pilots were.
  The girls didn't have time to look at everything, the signal sounded and loading began. It looks like Hitler and his entourage are seriously planning to run away...
  The guards and retinue arrived... Prominent members of the fascist menagerie. Goebbels limps in first. Small, nasty, yellowish, with a monkey face. If someone like him had ended up in the racial department or the SS special unit for cleansing the nation of inferior individuals, he would have been the first to be removed.
  But his wife Margaret is beautiful, a slender and shapely woman, although she has given birth to seven children. She looks cheerful and much younger than her years. One might think that the problems of the collapsing Third Reich do not frighten her at all, and the defeats of the Wehrmacht do not worry her. But the Soviet troops have already broken through to the Imperial Chancellery and are storming the Reichstag... With her are six children, pale and confused. Five girls and a boy, dressed in summer clothes and somehow too simply against the background of the diamond-studded dress of Goebbels' wife.
  Next in line behind this couple is Borman. A fat guy with a broad butcher's face. A typical criminal, a thickset, broad-shouldered, almost square type... He holds a large and heavy suitcase in his hand, chained to his wrist for good measure.
  Mr. Ribbentrop with a monocle, pompous like a turkey, the Order of the Eagle with diamonds on his chest. With a richly dressed wife...
  Then Hitler himself starts scratching... The Fuhrer of the once Great Germany is terribly nervous, but tries to hold himself upright and look proud. With him is his newly married wife Eva Braun. Oddly enough, the First Lady of the Third Reich has the appearance of a typical peasant woman, although she is well built, but her face... is like that of an ordinary Russian collective farm woman. True, she is quite pretty... And dressed too modestly for the wife of someone who until recently ruled half the world! With them are the Fuhrer"s guards and personal pilot.
  Hitler finally makes a short speech, not without interest:
  - In vain do the Bolsheviks and their godfathers, world Zionism, think that they have won! We have impregnable secrets of the base and the latest superweapons. War between the USSR and the coalition of allies is inevitable! And we, being in our secret lair, will do everything to ignite it as soon as possible. And when the world is bleeding, our valiant troops will use the miracle weapon. Having finished off the pitiful remnants of the enemy destroyed in the mutual war. And then the new Fourth World Reich will be reborn, led by the immortal Fuhrer Adolf Hitler!
  The speech turned out to be atypical for the now, perhaps, former ruler of Germany - short, but, in general, it said everything!
  Hitler went to his quarters, and his personal pilot and three other assistants in special scarlet ones went with him to the pilot compartment. On the way they were joined by a fifth guy, in large dark glasses covering half his face and a glove with a radio attached to his ear.
  Alisa Selezneva calculated:
  - There are five people in the control and piloting compartment. Hitler's personal guard is eleven fighters. Then there's his retinue, women and Goebbels's small children - well, we can ignore them. There are twenty-one men and three women... Against two of the coolest female warriors in the USSR... Plus, we have the element of surprise on our side. That is...
  Angelica summed it up:
  - You should start a battle only when it is already won! But refusing to fight is already akin to losing!
  Alisa Selezneva added softly:
  - You can only lose in one case, when victory is only possible by chance!
  Hitler's gang was housed in the living quarters of a fairly spacious aircraft, about a hundred meters in diameter, with a number of rooms that allowed the leaders of the Third Reich to feel quite comfortable.
  Angelica proposed her plan:
  - When the disc takes off, we capture the pilots, and then we land this aircraft... At the location of our troops!
  Alisa Selezneva agreed to this proposal without argument:
  - Yes, that's the best thing, let's take them while they're still warm!
  The flying disc took off very smoothly, the girls only had time to feel a slight pressure from the device tearing away from the reinforced concrete surface. The doors, similar to those that would be installed over missile silos at the end of the twentieth century, slid open with a slight squeal. And the flying disc began to gain altitude...
  Both warriors whispered in unison:
  - It's time!
  The girls tiptoed upstairs... Here they unexpectedly ran into the guy with the black glasses and the antenna. Angelica reflexively stabbed him in the groin with her shin. The blow was so strong that it threw the subject up. Then his glasses flew off and... A terrible four-eyed face appeared in front of the girls, the alien pulled an eight-barreled pistol from his belt. Alisa Selezneva automatically fired from her hip, from her silent sniper rifle. The extraterrestrial creature jerked once more, and almost fell, Angelica managed to catch it. Yellow-orange brains with blood of the same color poured out of its head.
  Alisa Selezneva expressed herself:
  - Martians are venereal!
  Angelica pointed to the eight-barreled "bandura":
  - This is already your department, Alisa Selezneva... Well, how is it?
  The blonde warrior commanded:
  - We'll take the rest!
  The attack on the pilots was successful, but Angelica still shot one of the most ardent ones. After which she and Alisa Selezneva contacted the ground...
  They just reported on the radio:
  - They raised a white flag over the imperial chancellery and began to surrender.
  While Angelica was telling them the important news and requesting a landing site, Alisa Selezneva took up a position in the corridor, ready to repel an attack by Hitler's personal guard. However, no one had appeared yet. The soundproof walls hid the traces of the struggle, and the blonde warrior realized from the vibration that the disc was already descending. The girl said:
  - The only thing more valuable than a victorious finish is the start of invincibility!
  
  IF SKOBELEV HAD FIGHTED UNDER NICHOLAS THE I?
  For example, why didn"t the Russians win the Crimean War in 1853-1856?
  This is really interesting and incomprehensible. After all, it was difficult for the allies to conduct military operations in Crimea. The supplies alone are worth something, across many seas. Menshikov is largely to blame here. It was he who, with his incompetent actions, exposed the superior Russian forces to defeat. And even the heroic defense of Sevastopol did not help. Although the British, French, Turks and Sardinians were exhausted. In general, this is the first war that Russia has clearly lost in a quarter of a millennium. Before this, Russia had not lost large-scale wars after the Time of Troubles, and only individual battles and campaigns sometimes ended in failure.
  And then such a defeat. An unfortunate blow to prestige.
  But if the Russian army, for example, had been commanded by Skobelev? Let's say such a great commander was lucky to have been born earlier... Then history would have gone completely differently!
  Here the Russians first defeat the English, then the French in Crimea. Then the Turks and Sardinians suffer defeat. In England the anti-war movement grows. The Turks lose the fortress of Kars, and lose the war in Transcaucasia. In France a huge Maidan breaks out against Napoleon III, which is suppressed with difficulty. But France is weakened, a revolution is smoldering within it.
  Nicholas I is not too eager for conquests, and after a series of victories, he concludes a favorable peace with Turkey. Russia annexes Western Armenia, Kars, Erzurum, Tanrog, and even receives part of Jerusalem.
  The Ottoman Empire weakens even more, but still survives. Russia also gets a part of Romania. Meanwhile, changes are taking place in Europe. The Austrian Empire grows stronger. The war with the Sardinian Kingdom leads to the victory of the Austrians. Napoleon III wanted to enter the war, but Nicholas I threatened to help Austria. As a result, the Austrian Empire expanded, absorbing the entire north of Italy.
  Nicholas I also annexed lands in China, without war, expanding the borders in the East. He refused to support the Yankees in their fight against the Southerners.
  And this led to some changes in history. The troops under the command of General Lee were able to defeat the northerners in a decisive battle and take Washington. As a result, the north soon stopped the war and recognized the confederation as independent. So the USA remained divided.
  Nicholas I lived a relatively long life by royal standards. Under him, Russia's authority grew even stronger, and its borders expanded. But then the Tsar died in 1864. Alexander II ascended the throne. And serfdom still reigned in the country. In order not to disturb the landowners, Alexander did not abolish serfdom. But the number of serfs was slowly but surely decreasing.
  There is an expansion into Central Asia. The Russians reach Afghanistan. A new war with Turkey breaks out, which ends with the capture of Constantinople. Previously beaten England wants to enter the war again, but is beaten. And Austria gets its piece of land - Bosnia and Herzegovina.
  Russia and Austria are in a strategic alliance. The German attempt to defeat the Austrians ended in defeat for Prussia. The southern German lands went to the Habsburg Empire. Austria swelled, but became even more backward.
  Alexander II finished off Turkey, which disappeared from the world map. Egypt was occupied by the British. The Russian Empire also conquered Iran and Iraq. But Britain got India and Pakistan. Soon, during the wars, the Middle East became Russian. In France, Napoleon III was overthrown, and the war between this country and Austria began. Britain suffered defeat at the hands of the Russians and did not interfere in the expansion of the crown.
  Since serfdom was not abolished, there was no Narodnaya Volya movement. Alexander II lived a long life. He did not sell Alaska, conquered a number of lands in the south, and even reached the Indian Ocean and the Red Sea.
  Under his rule, Russia became a huge, perhaps the largest power in the world.
  The lands from Egypt to India, or more precisely the Indus, became part of Russia. Pakistan partially remained with England, but Britain was forced to agree to draw the border along the Indus. Saudi Arabia, Iran, Syria, Afghanistan and other lands became Russian provinces.
  Alexander II lived to the twentieth century, ruling for almost thirty-eight years. In 1901, Alexander III came to power. But if his father earned the nickname "the great", then his son got the laurels of the sea. The war with Japan became a serious test for Russia. Unlike real history, serfdom was still in effect in Russia. And this made the situation in the country more stable.
  But the Trans-Siberian Railway has already been built, and the troops can be supplied.
  The Russian army, having a numerical advantage and greater battle experience, quickly defeated the Japanese on land. But at sea, Russia did not act so successfully. In addition, Admiral Makarov died, and without him, everything went wrong.
  Rozhdestvensky's squadron arrived from the Baltic, but on the way it was attacked and severely battered by the Japanese.
  The war with Japan, unlike real history, dragged on, although Russian troops on land occupied the entire Korean Peninsula. Alexander III was angry. And in June 1905, he sent new ships to the Sea of Japan. Only the following year, somehow, the Russian fleet gained the upper hand and began to win. Japan, despite the help of Britain, finally ran out of steam. Lost Taiwan and the entire Kuril Ridge. And thus, a peace favorable to Russia was signed.
  But the war showed that the tsarist army suffered from numerous ailments. And that in many ways it needed reforms.
  Alexander III did not get into the disaster near Kharkov, and lived longer than in real history, even until 1912. Under him, Russia included Manchuria, Mongolia, Korea, the Kuril Islands and Taiwan. Alexander himself received the nickname Peacemaker. However, it is not known why.
  The war with Japan was quite difficult. But the navy developed very strongly.
  The new tsar became Nicholas II. In general, a monarch without any special abilities and soft. But not at all as stupid as many thought.
  By this time, Austria had weakened somewhat. And Germany had grown stronger. In 1916, Germany attacked Austria and inflicted several defeats on it. Then Russia entered the war. More than eighty divisions were thrown into the offensive. The numerically superior Russian army defeated the Prussians. Russia expanded even more, drawing a line along the Oder.
  Austria also increased its territory, cutting down the Germans. Germany was humiliated and thrown into the ranks of secondary powers. But France rose, which was strengthened by colonies in Africa.
  The tsarist regime increasingly wanted India and other lands for itself. England became the main obstacle to Russian hegemony.
  Tsar Nicholas II proposed a strategic alliance to Austria. And this proposal was accepted.
  The United States remained divided into two parts and did not yet play a decisive role in the world.
  But in 1920, finally, the contradictions between Britain and Russia reached a critical point. Especially after the aggressive statements of the new Minister of Defense of the Empire, Churchill, towards Russia. Words were heard that in the autocratic country serfdom had not yet been abolished and slavery existed.
  But here, whose cow mooed, and the English one was silent. Be that as it may, diplomatic relations were broken, and Britain declared war on Russia. Austria in turn attacked France. An exchange of blows began.
  At first, the British were unlucky. The Russians quickly captured India, where most of the sepoys went over to the Russian side, and Burma. Moreover, Russian troops reached Singapore, but were unable to take the fortress on the fly.
  The Austrians were bogged down in battles with France. The battles were bloody, but the front line proved to be stagnant. A truncated Germany, after hesitation, joined Austria in June 1921... The French gave in slightly, retreated to Paris. Only the transfer of English troops saved them from inevitable disaster...
  But Russia, taking advantage of the distraction of the best English forces, broke through in Egypt. The war in Africa, however, was protracted due to the stretched communications. Although the Russians were winning for the most part. 1921 passed. The next year came. In May, after a fierce assault, Singapore finally fell. The Russian army untied its hands. In Africa, the English were also confidently pushed back.
  France could hardly withstand the pressure. And in the USA, war between the north and the south flared up again. A harsh exchange of blows began. In the autumn, Russian troops reached Morocco and drove the French out of there.
  And in the winter of 1922-1923, Russian-Austrian troops launched an offensive, occupying Paris and almost all of continental France. Thus, Britain lost its main ally, and the outcome of the war was already a foregone conclusion.
  But the struggle continued for a long time.
  At sea, skirmishes of attrition took place. In Africa, the Russians and Austrians captured more and more colonies. In November 1923, South Africa fell, and in December, Mozambique. The new year of 1924 was marked by the landing of Russian troops in Australia. And in the summer, after massive bombing, a landing finally took place in Britain. The fighting lasted for another two months, and England was crushed...
  And finally peace came... Only in the USA the war between the North and the South was still going on. The Americans fought until 1929, until finally America was united, under the control of the North.
  Russia under Nicholas II became even larger - several times larger than Austria, which had moved into second place in terms of territory. The latter power increased its colonies and included half of France. Russia received the north of France, making it its province. Germany also received a small piece. Britain lost all its colonies.
  Canada ceded half of its territory to Russia, but gained independence. And the tsarist empire made Australia, India, Indochina, and generally everything that was English and French its province.
  The most unfortunate tsar in Russian history, received the nickname of the Greatest, even during his lifetime. Such is the irony of fate!
  In 1933, Nicholas II crashed in a plane at the age of sixty-five. The throne was inherited by Alexei II.
  Since Alexander III lived longer, another princess became the princess, and the heir was born healthy. And he ascended the throne healthy at the age of twenty-nine.
  At first, the rule was peaceful, except for the war in China. Various groups tried to push Russia out of the territory of the Celestial Empire. Russia gradually took control of these lands. And after several years of war, it finally gained a foothold in China.
  In 1941, war broke out between Austria and Germany... The Austrians, despite their numerical superiority, began to suffer defeat after defeat. The Germans approached Vienna.
  But then Russia entered the war, and the Russian army took Berlin with the help of heavy tanks. In short, Germany was divided, erased from the map of Europe. There were still sovereign countries in Europe - for example, Switzerland, Spain, Portugal, but they recognized themselves as vassals of Russia and Austria.
  This situation could have continued for a long time. But the USA grew stronger and offered Austria a military alliance against Russia.
  The Americans managed to put together an entire anti-Russian coalition with the help of intrigues. Including Sweden, Norway, Denmark, Spain, Portugal, Canada. And besides them, there was also the offended Japan. The Latin American countries remained neutral for now, but were ready to attack Russia if the coalition was successful.
  Thus, the preconditions for the Second World War were created. Which began on May 9, 1945...
  
  
  RANGER GIRLS VS DRAGON
  . PROLOGUE
  After the Americans left Afghanistan, Russian aircraft attacked the terrorists, supporting local forces from the air. At the same time, elite special forces units began hunting for the militant leaders.
  Two charming girls, Margarita and Anastasia, are fighting an unequal battle in a gorge. The beauties are tall, very strong and muscular, in protective chameleon cloaks. Such disguise makes the fighters invisible, thanks to computer graphics.
  But both young ladies were undisciplined. Having crawled through the mountains for dozens of miles and stumbled upon a gang, they opened fire, not wanting to share with anyone. Their rapid-fire machine guns, with bullets with uranium cores, are real bearers of death. The warriors, jumping on the snow, hit the mujahideen.
  Margarita fired from the grenade launcher, the pulsar flared, knocking out a whole dozen bandits. A few drops of blood even hit the transparent armor of the helmet.
  The girls have the most modern weapons. Computer guidance.
  They, two tall cuties, are worth a whole regiment. The warriors send out bursts, knocking down the mujahideen in ranks.
  The earth is burning and blood is splashing. The mujahideen are desperately snapping back. The girls are finally caught. It's not a big deal for their armor, but the chameleon cloak is out of order. The computer invisibility device is too fragile, and in practice it's not that good and too expensive.
  There were too many militants.
  Margarita suggested:
  - Should we call for reinforcements?
  Anastasia shook her head:
  - Let's do it ourselves!
  The girls, in helmets and combat suits, continued the fight. They used small but very dense bullets with explosives. But the ammunition supply was still running out. And the militants kept coming.
  The girls began to retreat. But it was too late. They found themselves in a real snake pit. Hundreds of mujahideen were climbing from all sides.
  Margarita muttered:
  - We're out of ammo and grenades. Now all that's left is hand-to-hand combat!
  Anastasia smiled and remarked:
  - Two against a thousand! There's only one thing left to do!
  Margarita nodded in agreement and made a salute:
  - Yes, we call fire on ourselves!
  Anastasia screamed, shaking off the dust, she was hit again with a large-caliber rifle. "It will probably leave a bruise," the girl thought.
  She looked around and shouted:
  - There's a gap here! Let's jump in, maybe we'll survive the shelling!
  Margarita transmitted into the radio:
  - There are more than a thousand bandits around us! Fire a sea of fire along square 54-85-83!
  The girl was hit again by a dozen bursts at once, knocking her down again. The muscular body felt the blows through the armor. Anastasia was hit too.
  Both girls crawled on all fours to a narrow crack in the mountain granite rift. First Anastasia squeezed through, sliding into the depths, then Margarita. Heavy shells and rockets from the Russian artillery were already falling from above.
  A large fragment hit the helmet, breaking the carbon fiber. It hit the back of her head as if she had been hit with a club. The stunned girl barely slipped through the crack and began to fall down into a deep, impenetrable abyss!
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  The girls came to and began to rise with difficulty. In their hands they were holding the now useless Peter the Great-2 machine guns, which had ten firing modes, but were currently useless due to the lack of cartridges and grenades for the miniature underbarrel grenade launchers.
  Margarita looked around first. They were in a city, a strange city, here was an ancient house in the Gothic style, another, a modern skyscraper reaching into the sky. The girl took off her helmet to get a better look at the city. A breeze blew in her face. It was quite warm, about twenty-five degrees. In the sky, through the orange clouds, you could see the sun. It was, however, something unusual. Like a hexagon.
  Anastasia also took off her helmet. She straightened her copper-red hair. Both girls have very beautiful, young, fresh faces. The blonde and the redhead, both tall and broad-shouldered.
  You could see that the buildings on the streets were a mix of modern and ancient. There was a horse galloping in the distance, pulling a cart with hay. And then an ultra-modern car with bells and whistles was speeding past.
  True, there are few people on the city streets. And some pale shadows sway in different places.
  Anastasia asked, with some doubt:
  - Is this the other world?
  Margarita shrugged and replied:
  - I feel the pain from the bruises that the bullets gave me. And it doesn't seem to me at all that only the soul remains.
  The girl touched the back of her head and muttered:
  - The bump remains. No, we have our own former flesh.
  Anastasia sang, not quite to the point:
  - You spoke, my soul, but you thought only about the body, my innocent body!
  The warriors laughed. A boy approached them on a shiny board with wheels. Quite human, in shorts and a T-shirt with a bright image of a dragon, a painted face and colorful sneakers.
  Approaching the girls, the teenager asked:
  - Wow, what a cool chick outfit you have! Probably from a meat grinder?
  Margarita smiled and replied:
  - Well, not from a resort!
  Anastasia shook her fiery hair and declared:
  - And war whets the appetite!
  The boy spun around them on the board and asked:
  - Will you fight the dragon?
  Margarita raised her eyebrows in surprise:
  - What?
  The boy grinned, his painted face twitching. There was a dragon painted on it too:
  - All the people who come to our city want to fight him. That's the custom.
  Anastasia giggled and replied:
  - I've been trained in martial arts since I was two, and I can fight your dragon. I just don't understand, is this your custom?
  The boy replied:
  - You are from another world, and you can be dangerous! So a filter awaits you!
  And he rushed back on the board. The girls reflexively raised their machine guns. But there was still nothing to shoot with.
  Margarita noted with a grin:
  - Yes, it doesn't look like heaven. Although, there are no devils in sight!
  Anastasia rationally noted:
  - We are in another world now. But the boy speaks, it seems, Russian.
  This is weird!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Let's walk around the city. Maybe we'll see something interesting.
  Both beauties walked quickly down the street. The pavement was also mixed: molten basalt, fresh asphalt and cobblestones from the Middle Ages.
  The spiked boots slapped on the cobblestones. The combat suits had thermoregulation, but the hit had messed it up. So it was a bit hot, especially when you were walking at a fast pace.
  However, the girls did not dare to take off their suits. Under the armor they only have bikinis: thin bras and panties, and it is embarrassing to walk around the city in such a form.
  Margarita looked around the city with sharp, sapphire-colored eyes. Her hair was slightly golden and curly. She had a beautiful face, very beautiful, just like an angel. Anastasia's red hair and emerald eyes gave her beauty a devilish hue. Both girls had been involved in martial arts since they were two years old, and were world champions in mixed sports. In addition, their genetics were enhanced, making the pair the most formidable in the Russian special forces. Despite their youth, the girls had many awards and the rank of captain.
  Of course, they weren't too afraid of some dragon. True, this monster with seven heads was depicted on the walls of skyscrapers and ancient buildings. It looked menacing. Moreover, the girls don't have any weapons, and you can't knock down such a giant with karate alone.
  A ghost slipped past the girls. Pale, translucent. He whispered quietly:
  - Trust no one!
  Margarita answered in rhyme:
  - Trust, but verify!
  The girls quickened their pace. No, really, it didn't look like the other world. The further they walked, the more they felt the heat in their combat suit, designed for combat in cold conditions. In Afghanistan, it's cold in the mountains in winter, about the same as in the temperate zone of Russia. And in the summer, on the contrary, it's scorching hot. It's even surprising how the local boys run barefoot on sharp, hot stones all day long. Like real camels.
  However, the girls themselves, with pleasure, loved to run without shoes on the mountain slopes. They have strong legs, they can break a stack of bricks.
  They walked, and boys started tagging along behind them. Apparently the boys were attracted by their beauty and the fact that the warriors were new. The boys here had mini-tape recorders, cell phones, some had iPhones.
  Dressed quite modernly, wearing sneakers.
  But some, on the contrary, were in rags, in sackcloth-like clothes, barefoot, or in wooden shoes, and held sticks and pitchforks in their hands.
  More and more boys gathered. The wind blew, and Anastasia's copper-red hair began to resemble the proletarian banner with which they stormed the Winter Palace
  Girls also appeared. Only they were all in poor, torn dresses, with dusty, bare feet, holding sickles in their hands, which generally looked ridiculous for a big city. True, one poorly dressed skinny girl had a completely modern tape recorder hanging on her shoulder. The sickle in her hands looked even more ridiculous.
  It's strange, but there are no adults in sight. As if this is some kind of children's world, and one invented by a director high on drugs.
  True, as soon as the girls wanted to ask, a cloud flashed, and three guards appeared. Yes, they are just types:
  In helmets, armor, with halberds - well, typical Middle Ages, and behind their shoulders are the latest machine guns with optical sights.
  The largest of them, with a graying beard, boomed:
  - Who are you? Do you have documents?
  The girl with golden hair replied:
  - Captain Margarita, Hero of the Russian Federation, special forces group "Suvorov"!
  The girl with copper-red hair deftly said:
  - Captain Anastasia, Hero of the Russian Federation, special forces group "Kutuzov".
  And both warriors handed over their documents. They, of course, carried IDs with them, you never know. They hid them, however, in the heels of their combat suits.
  The guard looked at the documents and frowned:
  - You are the next time travelers and warriors. Do you want to fight a dragon?
  Margarita answered honestly:
  - Our profession is to fight, but if the matter can be resolved peacefully, then we are not against it!
  Anastasia added:
  - To fight, you need to figure it out!
  The senior guard nodded:
  - Good. But those who got into our city are potential spies. They are sent to hard labor as having broken the law by entering the city without permission. And you also have weapons!
  The guard pointed at the machine guns and growled:
  - In short! If you don't want to fight, go to the quarries, to eternal slavery, because time flows differently in our city, and if you don't get killed, you'll be hauling and chopping stones for thousands of years!
  Anastasia frowned:
  - Eternity in the quarries? Then it's better to fight!
  Margarita sighed heavily:
  - We have no choice.
  The guard grinned and boomed:
  - So you confirm that you challenge the dragon?
  The ranger girls cried out in unison:
  - Yes!
  Then everything started spinning around the girls. Boys and girls started running away with wild screams. Ghosts appeared, wild scary ghosts. The girls automatically pulled the triggers of their machine guns, but only clicks were heard. And it was unlikely that a bullet would stop a ghost.
  Then the warriors were caught in a whirlwind and spun around in multi-colored flashes.
  Margarita and Anastasia felt as if their bodies were being filled with hot metal, it was terrifying.
  But it lasted only a couple of seconds. Then, the girls felt solid ground under their feet again. And the hum of many throats.
  Margarita threw her head back and exclaimed:
  - Holy shit!
  Anastasia confirmed:
  - Yes, it's a sight to behold!
  The girls found themselves in the center of a huge stadium. Against its background, Luzhniki seemed like a children's sandbox. The stands were painted in all the colors of the rainbow, there were a lot of people on them. There were a lot of children, and also different ones, from modern ones and even those hung with jewelry, to ragamuffins. There were also adults, though there were fewer of them, and bears, or people with pig snouts.
  There are also fat mice in human clothing. In general, the crowd is motley. Here the girls also saw crocodiles in tuxedos. Yes, it is interesting, of course.
  In general, there are many more different bipedal animals than ordinary adult people.
  Children, however, make up more than half of the audience, as the girls estimated by eye. Tens of thousands! And also some different ones. In rags and luxurious clothes, painted and dirty. Some with agricultural equipment. And some with laptops and iPhones. Or maybe a cell phone in one hand, a hoe in the other.
  In general, the place is very strange.
  Anastasia whistled and remarked:
  - If you estimate by eye, you won't fit it into a hundred thousand individuals. And when did they manage to gather here?
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Yes, it's a mystery! Either they were expecting us in advance, or they know how to get ready in a few seconds.
  The girls took a few steps on the stadium gravel. There were poles, horizontal bars, and rings. True, at a distance. The area was huge, five times larger than Luzhniki. And here, of course, there was room to compete. The place itself was noisy.
  And many huge flags with the image of a dragon. Moreover, the beast is always different in coloring, and in the shape of the wings, and harness. Only the heads are always seven, but the crowns on them are different in all the images, and never repeated.
  And it got even hotter. The girls sweated in their carbon fiber combat suits.
  A menacing but clear voice was heard:
  - Empress of the Great Dragon City, Angelica the Magnificent, greets those who are going to die!
  As if by magic, a huge billboard appeared. It had a picture of the empress on it. Contrary to expectations, it was a very young girl with a hairdo in the colors of all parts of the spectrum and a huge, lily-shaped crown that shone like several suns joined together.
  Margarita answered in confusion:
  - We welcome you too.
  The Empress announced:
  - Both warriors are brave and want to fight our lord. But this is crazy bravery, because no one can defeat our dragon!
  Anastasia answered boldly:
  - There are no invincible fighters!
  Angelica nodded:
  - Good! You can see for yourself. You came with a gun to kill, and now you'll pay for it!
  And the empress's large eyes sparkled with seven colors at once.
  The experienced girls even felt scared. Everything here was so unnatural. Both the eyes and the audience.
  Margarina whispered to her partner:
  - There are so many children here. And the empress looks so young, and some cartoonish creatures. Not a world, but delirium tremens!
  Anastasia replied:
  - Maybe this is modern hell?
  Margarita wanted to answer, but she was not allowed. The signal sounded, and a tsunami wave seemed to ripple across the sky. A huge shadow appeared over the stadium.
  Margarita whistled:
  - It's starting!
  Anastasia blurted out:
  - But not for us.
  In a split second, the shadow turned into a monster. An unusually large, scary beast hovered over the stadium. Its wings covered almost the entire sky. And the heads... Each of them had a mouth that would fit Vnukovo Airport. And teeth as long as a fifteen-story building.
  Margarita stroked the machine gun and, hiding the fear rising in her lower abdomen, muttered:
  - And what do you eat such giants with?
  Anastasia, whose teeth were tap dancing from a nervous breakdown, said, trying to keep her composure:
  - The bigger the cabinet, the louder it falls!
  The jaws turned in their directions. The dragon's eyes were huge, terrible, sparkling, like the mouth of a volcano from which lava erupts. A very scary beast, the size of an asteroid and incredible malice written on seven hellish muzzles.
  The children screamed in fear and began to run away. Both adults and various animals were afraid. Although the dragon should not have threatened them. But such a monster would certainly make even a strongman tremble.
  And the girls stood almost defenseless. Their weapons were machine guns without cartridges and a bayonet with knives on them.
  Well, of course, the girls with their skills and bayonets alone would have laid down many enemies. But such a giant, perhaps, can only be taken with a nuclear charge. And even then, not for sure.
  The girls really wanted to run away, but they stayed in place with a titanic effort of will.
  Margarita said bravely:
  - It is better to die standing than to live on your knees!
  Flames burst forth from the dragon's colossal mouths. Seven streams flew out at once, each of a different color from its head. From red to purple, and they converged on the girls.
  The warriors felt an infinitely terrible and intense pain. As if a high-voltage current had passed through their bodies. And then their consciousness faded.
  . CHAPTER #2.
  Margarita came to. Her body ached, every bone ached, as if a massive American Ambrams tank had driven over her. The girl sat up with difficulty. She looked at herself. She was almost naked, in just a bikini. Her body was very muscular, not a drop of fat. Her abs were like chocolate bars, her skin was tanned and seemed thin, and the muscles on her arms and legs were like bundles of wire.
  The legs, arms and neck are shackled with chains. The girl tested the chain for strength. Each link is thicker than a large man's thumb, and the metal is like alloy steel. Even an elephant can't break it. The cell is quite spacious, the windows are high, small and with bars. An empty fireplace in the wall. But it is warm enough, no need to heat it, the weather is summer. On a bunch of straw in chains lies the muscular Anastasia, also in a bikini. However, it even suits them. The relief muscles are very beautiful and look like armor.
  Margarita moved toward her friend. The chain around her neck tightened and squeezed the girl's strong, sturdy neck. Margarita could only reach her partner's bare foot. She ran her fingernail along the bare, elastic heel.
  Anastasia giggled and quickly stood up, exclaiming:
  - What a nightmare I had!
  Margarita answered with sadness in her voice:
  - This is not a dream! And the nightmare continues.
  The girls stood up. Because of the chains, they couldn't take even three steps around the cell. It was clear that there were enough chains for five people. Shackles were prepared for the hands, feet, and neck.
  However, this is not the most important thing. On the far wall hung pincers, hooks, drills, whips, lashes and other attributes of the torture masters. You can also see the device for the rack. The ceiling in the cell is high, so the victim can be lifted by his raised arms and dropped sharply.
  Anastasia asked her partner:
  - Have you ever been tortured, Margarita?
  The girl with golden hair answered honestly:
  - No! I was not captured.
  Anastasia giggled:
  - Me too! Let's imagine that torture is something for training courage and it will be easier.
  Margarita logically noted:
  - We weren't tortured, but we've been used to feeling the pain of blows since early childhood. So, we'll endure this too! The main thing is not to cry or moan.
  Anastasia, a little pale from excitement, sang:
  - I won't cry or scream! I won't even exclaim! God will punish the enemies! God will punish the enemies! Even if I forgive!
  But the girls have nothing to be particularly cheerful about. It's unpleasant to be in a torture chamber. And the rats squeak, but they are afraid to approach the muscular warriors.
  And besides, I wanted to eat and drink. And the jailers still weren't there. The girls were silent, each remembering her own. Both her exploits and sparring matches. Of course, the prospect of torture didn't make me very happy. Here was the red-hot iron, how it would dig into a bare, round heel. I think that's how they tortured the Marquise in the movie. She screamed. The main thing, of course, was not to moan or scream. But that's good in theory, but what about practice?
  Margarita noticed, tapping her bare foot:
  - Maybe we should call someone? It's scary!
  Anastasia objected:
  - Can't wait to hang on the rack?
  Margarita answered logically:
  - If they are going to torture us, then it is inevitable anyway. And if not, then why torture yourself? I haven't had a drink for a day, and my throat is dry!
  Anastasia said judiciously:
  - Why torture us? What information can they get from us?
  Margarita replied:
  - We know a lot of things, but this is a completely different world. Look, so much time has passed, and it's not even getting dark. We're not at the pole, are we?
  Anastasia noted with a smile:
  - Or maybe our torture by hunger and thirst? We won't give the executioners pleasure.
  The girls sat for a while, silently. Then they began to do exercises, clinking their chains. But after the physical exercises, they felt even more hungry and thirsty.
  Margarita reminded:
  - Maybe we should try to remember what we were taught. And free our legs and arms from the shackles. Arms, that's really simple.
  Anastasia muttered discontentedly:
  - And the head? You must admit, that's much more difficult! And the hands will easily slip out of the shackles!
  Margarita pulled her hand out of the bracelets, then put it back in. She scraped her bare foot on the stones. She was getting thirstier. Okay, hunger, but what about thirst?
  The girls sat for a few more hours. It was quiet in the prison. The walls were obviously too thick and did not let in any sounds. Only a breeze hummed through the narrow window. Mice and rats squeaked from time to time. The hunger had dulled a little, but the thirst was excruciating. Moreover, the girls had evaporated a lot of water during the crossing, the battle, and so on.
  Margarita asked Anastasia in confusion:
  - Well, what? Are we going to sit like this any longer? Maybe we should scream?
  The redhead agreed:
  - Let them torture me! At least it's some kind of entertainment! Besides, I wonder what it feels like when fire licks the bare soles of your feet!
  And the warriors, how they screamed. They screamed at the top of their lungs. It even hurt, because their throats were dry. But the screaming did not stop. They roared like that for half an hour.
  Finally, the doors creaked and a bear in a human uniform, two guards and a girl in a simple peasant dress appeared.
  The bear growled:
  - What are you yelling about?
  Anastasia yelled:
  - We are hungry! We may be prisoners, but we must be fed!
  The bear dryly ordered the girl:
  - Bring some bread and water!
  The maid's heels, grey from the prison dust, flashed by. She ran silently, carrying out the order.
  The bear, wearing a uniform with several orders and medals hanging on his chest, said ingratiatingly:
  - For attempting aggression, coming with weapons, intending to conquer the city and kill our main dragon protector, you are to be sentenced to the cruel death penalty. And before that, mandatory torture so that you will reveal your plans and all accomplices. That is, do you understand, girls, that right now you will be hung naked on a rack, broken with red-hot pincers, burned with fire, whipped with barbed wire!?
  Margarita and Anastasia turned pale, their hearts began to beat faster with fear. But wanting to hide their horror, the girls cried out in chorus:
  - Torture will not stop us! Torture will not defeat us!
  The bear chuckled good-naturedly:
  - It is not often that you meet such courage, especially among human females. But when the red-hot iron cauterizes the breast, not one of the girls could hold back their screams. - Here the bear in uniform lowered his voice and said, almost ingratiatingly. - But our eternally young empress, who has ruled for a thousand years and three years, can free you from torture and even grant you freedom if...
  The girls tensed up and whispered:
  - What if?
  The bear roared:
  - You will show the way to your world, from where you, uninvited guests, came.
  Margarita spread her hands:
  - But it's impossible! It's a mystery to us how we ended up in this strange world, where there are many children, animals and no night!
  The bear chuckled and replied:
  - We have a lot of children because adults reproduce too quickly. And this world is in a closed space, and there will be too many people in it if everyone is an adult. There is no old age, and you can live forever. Until there is no place for everyone under the sun.
  Anastasia remarked with a sly smile:
  - I sympathize, but I can"t help.
  The bear roared:
  - In short, either you show how you got in here, or you will be tortured for a very long time and painfully. There are very good executioners here, you will suffer without losing consciousness. I give you another twenty-four hours to think it over, and then it will begin. And for now, fortify yourself! The food is modest, but you will not die of hunger.
  The girl, with white hair and tanned skin, brought in a loaf of bread and a jug of water. Margarita thought that she looked like Gerda in some way, it was strange that such an innocent child with a kind face was serving the executioners.
  The bear shouted:
  - You move faster, or else a stick will walk across your bare heels!
  The girl replied, bowing:
  - The steps are steep!
  The bear roared:
  - March to the kitchen!
  The girl ran away, and the jailers followed her. A very thick, armored door slammed.
  Margarita and Anastasia rushed to the rations and the jug of water, almost knocking them over.
  The golden-haired girl suggested:
  - We'll drink in turns, the jug is big!
  Anastasia confirmed:
  - And the bread in half!
  The loaf was still warm and fresh. The girls broke it, and immediately Margarita exclaimed:
  - Look, a piece of paper!
  The ranger girl picked it up with her toes and threw it into her hand.
  She turned it around. Anastasia muttered:
  - What is written there?
  Scrawled in childish handwriting: If you want freedom, call a guide. Saying three times: - A guide is a source of knowledge.
  Margarita read this and replied:
  - Yes, this is our chance.
  Anastasia noted:
  - The girl wrote.
  Margarita answered logically:
  - She may be older than you and me put together. Let's call a guide and take a look!
  Anastasia suggested:
  - Let's finish eating the bread and drinking the water first!
  The girls quickly chewed the loaf and drank some fresh water. Of course, it was a modest ration, but thirst and hunger receded, and they gained strength.
  Then Margarita said three times: "The guide is the source of knowledge!"
  A man in a black cloak, hat, boots and a red whip in his hand appeared before them. How he got through the thick walls of the dungeon is a mystery.
  However, Anastasia was delighted and even fell to her knees:
  - Get us out of here, we will do everything for you!
  The guide, stretching his face, covered by a dark mask, asked in a singsong voice:
  - What can two half-naked prisoners in chains do?
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - That's it! Aren't we beautiful?
  The man in black shook his head:
  - I have no flesh, I am indifferent to your beauty and bodies! If you want me to help you, you will answer my questions!
  Margarita readily answered:
  - Everything except betrayal of the Motherland.
  Anastasia noted:
  - Are you really indifferent to people like us?
  The conductor nodded and asked:
  - What do you want to know?
  Margarita replied:
  - How to get out of the dungeon and return back to our world.
  The conductor laughed:
  - It is impossible to get to another world from here as long as the dragon is alive!
  Anastasia got ahead of her friend by asking the question:
  - How to defeat the dragon?
  The man in black answered coldly:
  - Now, if you guess three riddles, I'll tell you how!
  Margarita giggled:
  - Riddles? Well, that's even interesting, not everything can be taken by brute force!
  The conductor muttered:
  - What is sweeter than honey?
  Anastasia blurted out:
  - Saccharin!
  The man in black shook his head:
  - Wrong!
  Margarita answered softly:
  - Dream!
  The conductor nodded in agreement:
  - That's right. You guessed it.
  Then he flew around and asked in an ingratiating tone:
  - How many drops are there in the sea?
  Anastasia tried to clarify:
  - In which sea?
  The conductor stretched his mouth in his mask, grinning:
  - In any!
  Anastasia's eyes widened:
  - As in any sea, all drops are different!
  Margarita hastened to answer:
  - One drop, only a very big one!
  The conductor confirmed:
  - And that's right.
  And again it spun and gurgled:
  - How many stars are there in the sky?
  Anastasia blurted out:
  - Infinity!
  The conductor shook his black head:
  - Wrong, and they have a number!
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - There are as many stars in the sky as a woman has swear words!
  The conductor laughed and saluted:
  - Well done! I appreciate your sense of humor. That's right, this is a question for your wits. Well, I'll give you the answer.
  Anastasia noted:
  - It would be better if they asked questions on higher mathematics, I crack problems like nuts!
  Margarita put her finger to her lips:
  - Don't bother me, let him tell me how to defeat the dragon.
  The guide replied with a chuckle:
  - The dragon cannot be defeated, even by dropping a hydrogen bomb on it. Its flesh can change size, and it is impenetrable to any weapon, even space hyperlasers. But if you destroy the seven soul fragments of the most powerful monster in the universe, it will disappear. And then you will return back, the prisoners will be freed, and this world will again become part of a single universe.
  There was a pause. Margarita asked with a smile:
  - That's good, but where are the fragments of the dragon's soul?
  The conductor answered in a rustling voice:
  - Seven objects that need to be found. The self-assembling tablecloth, the boots of speed, the cap of invisibility, the sword of kladenets, the know-it-all mirror, the self-guided gusli, the flying carpet. The soul of the dragon is hidden in them!
  Anastasia asked a clarifying question:
  - Should all this be destroyed?
  The conductor shook his head:
  - No! Make them serve you. Only then will part of the dragon's soul disappear. If you can make all seven of these magical objects serve you, then the dragon will end, and you will return to your world.
  Margarita asked ingratiatingly:
  - Where can I find these magical items?
  The conductor stretched his mask into a smile again:
  - And to answer this different question, you need to guess new riddles.
  Margarita waved her hand:
  - Well, go ahead, make a wish!
  The conductor said in a singsong voice:
  - Why does a dog bark, why does a mosquito fly, where does the water stand like a pillar, what do people not bring into the house, what is the most cheerful in the world, what is sweeter than a hundred rubles!
  Margarita giggled and answered, also in rhyme:
  - A hungry dog barks loudly, a mosquito flies in the air, where there is a glass - water flows like a column, they don"t carry it into the house in a sieve, life is more fun with a song, two hundred - one hundred rubles are sweeter!
  Anastasia exclaimed with admiration:
  - Wow! You're Margo, just like Pushkin in a bikini!
  The conductor nodded:
  - You answered beautifully, well done. I will tell you for that. You can find the items in the city of fairy tales. It, this city of the dragon, is much more complex and contains many dimensions. Magic items are in different places, but you can feel them if you find a miniature mageplasm search computer, when approaching a magic item, it will highlight it on the monitor, and the closer it is, the brighter it will glow. This way you can find all the artifacts. And how to make them serve you? Well, smart girls, I think you can figure it out!
  Margarita wanted to clarify:
  - Where can I find a search engine computer?
  The conductor again put on a smile with his mask:
  - Professor Mariarti. He himself will never give it to you, but it is up to you how you get this item. And finding the professor is not that difficult, he is a celebrity in this city!
  Margarita, lowering her voice, asked:
  - Can you get us out of the dungeon? Or should we guess riddles again?
  The conductor shook his head:
  - Enough guessing! I can lead you out, but I won't! Gerda will help you!
  Anastasia was surprised:
  - Gerda?
  The man in black robes nodded:
  - Yes, exactly Gerda! A girl from the real world who went to look for Kai. Only instead of the Snow Queen's castle, lost in a snowstorm and snowdrifts, she ended up in this dragon's city. And the maid has been in prison for more than three hundred years. She has studied everything thoroughly, and will help to escape. Many people here would like to get rid of the dragon's despotism.
  Margarita nodded with a smile:
  - Thank you very much. You helped us a lot.
  The conductor nodded vigorously:
  - Me too! When riddles are answered correctly, it gives additional energy. However, let's answer the last tenth question.
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - I'm ready.
  The conductor babbled like a stream:
  - What you didn"t lose, you still have, right?
  Margarita answered logically:
  - If it was before the loss, then it is!
  The conductor continued:
  - What you lost is no longer there?
  Margarita answered vaguely:
  - Maybe!
  The conductor squealed:
  - What is something that a person constantly loses, but still has?
  Anastasia got ahead of Margarita by blurting out:
  - Head!
  The conductor cracked a red whip in the air:
  - That's right! And now, goodbye.
  And dissolved into the air, like sugar in boiling water.
  Margarita squealed and jingled the chain:
  - Damn it! That's the story. The dragon, just like Voldemort, split his soul into parts, and he can't be taken by a thermonuclear charge.
  Anastasia noted:
  - And now we can only count on a girl who is already over three hundred years old. Yes, Gerda has found immortality in hell!
  Margarita shrugged. She imagined the girl walking along rocky roads. How her worn-out soles were burning, her overworked calves were aching, her stomach was squealing from hunger, and her little body was shaking from the cold. Yes, her fate was not easy. And then, in the bitter cold, barefoot, walking through the snow to get to the place where your fate was to serve the executioners.
  Yes, Gerda, of course, also wanted a change in her lot. Moreover, in this city many people had settled down much better.
  Margarita sang with pathos:
  - Change, our hearts demand! Change, our eyes demand! In our laughter and our tears, and the pulsation of our veins! Change, we are waiting for change!
  The girls danced a little, jingling their chains. Then they sat down. It was unbearable to wait. Margarita even began to saw the neck chain link by link.
  Anastasia agreed:
  - Let's attack them! We'll knock out a dozen of these bears!
  But the metal did not yield to friction. It was some kind of magical iron stronger than titanium. Apparently they took the prisoners seriously.
  Margarita noted:
  - If it were a normal prison, they would quickly saw off the links with our strength!
  Anastasia answered reluctantly:
  - If you don't have strength, you need intelligence.
  There was a grinding sound in the lock. A thin groan. The little girl with difficulty opened the heavy, at least an arshin thick, forged steel door. She slipped through, holding a bunch of keys in her hands. She ran up to the chained warriors, whispering:
  - I couldn"t find anything from the hands, but from the neck and legs, please!
  Margarita giggled:
  - No need for hands!
  The girls quickly and professionally opened the collars and freed the hands. Then they removed the chains from the bare, graceful feet.
  Gerda nodded with a smile:
  - Excellent! I'll take you out. The guards are drunk, and everyone is used to the fact that the enchanted chain cannot be opened without the enchanted keys. And in the city... There, too, many want the road to other worlds to open, and the iron curtain to fall.
  The warriors moved after the girl. Margarita noticed that Gerda walked carefully on her toes, and her heels were blue and swollen.
  - Did they beat you? - asked the girl with golden hair.
  Gerda answered indifferently:
  - Almost everyone beats me on the soles of my feet with sticks. I've gotten used to it over three hundred years and don't pay attention!
  The blonde girl smiled. Margarita thought that when you are over three hundred years old, you can only dream of such healthy, even and white teeth!
  Anastasia whispered to Gerda:
  - And when you walked barefoot in the snow, was it cold?
  The girl replied with a sigh:
  - The snow burns my heels like fire. However, I have already gotten used to it. I tramped half of Europe in the spring, summer and autumn, and now I was walking barefoot in the snow. But somehow I did not notice the cold much. Of course, as in a fairy tale, I did not come across a talking raven, and no one gave me a golden carriage. It was just that, having walked from Copenhagen to Paris, I entered the Cathedral of Our Lady there. And made a wish to be next to Kai. And I was transported to the very height of the blizzard. If in France you can still walk barefoot and in a light dress on loose and melting snow, then in the bitter frost of the Arctic I froze as I ran. And, probably, I really did freeze, having ended up in the next world.
  The three of them carefully descended the stairs, tiptoeing. Both the girl and the two girls from the elite special forces moved silently. And Gerda was telling the story in a barely audible voice, but the girls had sharp ears and were on top of their heads. And Gerda really wanted to talk.
  - After the bitter cold, I found myself in a warm city where there is no night, the sun always shines, and there is no winter. At first, I thought it was paradise. But then the guards arrested me. They accused me of vagrancy, of illegally entering the city, and put me in prison. And in the very dungeon, where it is cold, damp, water flows from the walls and rats crawl. There were ten other girls sitting there.
  There we sat and dozed heavily in the dampness and cold, and then we were taken out to work in the workshops. I tried to be obedient and never argued or bullied. The years passed in a routine of hard work. I remained a child, bored, tormented. Despite the dampness and cold of the dungeon, I did not even catch a cold. And I was surprised that I did not grow and did not mature.
  Apparently my obedience pleased the jailers, and I was offered to serve out my term working in the kitchen. Now I slept on straw, not on bare damp stones, and began to see dreams, not continuous nightmares. But I worked no less.
  And so it has been here for more than three hundred years. They don't let me go outside the prison. And they have never given me access to the city, although I have been here for a long time.
  Margarita asked in surprise:
  - Why?
  Gerda replied with a sigh:
  - Because my term has not ended! They gave me life imprisonment, the laws here are draconian. Except that people do not age, and there are no many diseases. And animals come from different worlds. Only there is no way back for them. As long as the dragon is alive. So here there is only external unity and love for the dragon. Many, especially outsiders, really want this tyrant to disappear!
  Margarita asked Gerda:
  - Why are many children in modern clothes, or rich, while others run around as beggars?
  The girl readily answered:
  - The beggars and barefoot are prisoners who serve their sentences outside the prison. Those who have not received their freedom are forbidden to wear shoes and any fancy clothes. If he has a little time left before his release, he can get an iPhone or a tape recorder. But this little bit can last for centuries. Prisoners work, and quite a lot. Those who run around the streets are still on preferential terms, and they are given time off.
  And so, underground there are factories, workshops, and even greenhouses where vegetables are grown.
  There are far more child slaves here than free people. All adults are free, both animals and people. The dragon turns the animals that are prisoners into human children.
  Gerda fell silent. They passed another grate, which they carefully opened. They found themselves in a courtyard. The prison was very large, as tall as the Ostankino Tower. And its area was larger than the American Pentagon. And around it there was a wall as tall as a hundred-story building, and wire above it.
  The girl smiled slyly and replied:
  - I can"t get through here by myself, but with your help...
  - How? - The girls exclaimed in chorus.
  Gerda explained:
  - Our slaves and prisoners are only human children. The dragon turns adults and animals into human children. No one has seen you in your entirety, only in costumes. Maybe you can pass yourselves off as free citizens of the city. Say, for example, that the fairies of love pleased the prison officers. They will believe you, you are very fabulously beautiful, and almost naked!
  Margarita asked sympathetically:
  - And you?
  Gerda sighed heavily and replied:
  - I'll wait a little longer in slavery. The guide, I hope, told you how to deal with the dragon, and you, so strong and smart, will succeed. You can leave me.
  Anastasia asked:
  - What, are all the prisoners and slaves here children? Is the dragon really that sadistic?
  Gerda answered with fury:
  -That's exactly it, that's why you'll kill him!
  Margarita logically noted:
  - If we run away, the guards might guess that this is your doing. So you better leave with us and hide in the city!
  Gerda shook her light, curly head:
  - I won't be able to hide in the city. All the slaves are too visible! And you, after turning into girls, would be seen by the dragon anywhere. And so, you have a chance to remain unnoticed, but I don't!
  Anastasia muttered:
  - You will be executed for escaping.
  Gerda sighed heavily and replied:
  - In any case, they will torture me first. For serious crimes, and it is a very serious crime to help a dangerous prisoner escape, in any case, very long tortures are prescribed. They won't execute me right away anyway, and you will destroy the dragon, and I will gain freedom!
  Anastasia doubted:
  - The prison will disappear and the executioners will disappear?
  Gerda answered with conviction:
  - People's hearts will become kinder. And they will not keep eternal children in slavery. I believe in change.
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Do you remember how in the movie the prince said: - By killing you, I will finish you, and evil will disappear with you!
  Anastasia confirmed:
  - And if I die, then another prince will come, and another prince, and you won"t be able to do anything!
  . CHAPTER #3.
  The girls kissed the girl on the forehead goodbye, wished her good luck, and proudly puffed out their chests as they headed towards the gate.
  Anastasia whispered:
  - The main thing to remember: impudence is the second happiness.
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - But you also need to know when to stop.
  Tall, muscular girls walked, throwing back their proud heads. They radiated confidence and calm. Most of the guards were animals: boars, bears, wolves, crocodiles. They looked at the girls with predatory glances. So, stunningly beautiful warriors, nothing to say, and very sculpted muscles. The guards winked at the beauties. One of them, a young man of about thirty, gurgled:
  - Serve me quickly, I'll pay you well.
  Margarita shook her head:
  - No time!
  Anastasia pushed away with her elbow:
  - The limit has been reached for today!
  And the girls went on. The gates swung open. Then one of the guards asked in surprise:
  - Why are you barefoot? Slaves and prisoners walk around without shoes!
  Margarita answered honestly:
  - We like it better this way!
  And she shook her hips. After that, the girls walked along the drawbridge. On the hexagonal, even behind the clouds, the sun warmed the metal, and it was pleasant for the bare, slightly roughened from active martial arts, female feet.
  Ghosts flew above them. They were spinning and babbling. The girls quickened their pace.
  Margarita, jumping up, noticed:
  - We should find a professor first. Any ideas?
  This time Anastasia was more logical than her friend:
  - We should find some sandals. Although the climate here is warm, even free children don't go barefoot. We attract attention.
  Margarita giggled:
  - And a bikini doesn't appeal to you?
  Anastasia sighed very heavily and noted:
  - Yes, we are too flashy.
  The girls slowed down a little. Margarita thought about it. They didn't have money to buy clothes. It wasn't easy to make money quickly, they had more than enough slaves and prisoners. The only thing left was to steal, or take from someone. And that was already criminal. However, they, who had killed so many people, were not the ones to be sentimental?
  The girl with golden hair declared decisively:
  - Let's get ourselves some clothes!
  Anastasia remarked in annoyance:
  - And in a bikini and barefoot it's more pleasant, it tickles the bare sole. Like a massage.
  The warriors walked on, passed the bridge and moved further and further away from the prison. The boys started staring at them again. Both free and prisoners. Yes, they attract attention.
  Margarita and Anastasia suddenly tore and ran into the skyscraper's entrance. They raced up the stairs. They broke away. And quickly found a suitable apartment.
  Margarita opened the door with the long nail of her index finger. The lock was quite simple, and she entered the apartment silently. She felt the lush carpet with her bare feet. Anastasia ran in after her. The girls acted very quickly and professionally. First, they found the safe and started opening it. Well, it"s quite simple, you just need to have very keen hearing. When you dial the right number, you hear a very quiet, barely perceptible click. So you can dial the right combination by the sound. And the safe is open.
  And there are several departments. The girls are not for nothing the elite of the special forces, they were not mistaken. The apartment is rich. There are jewelry, gold, and papers in the safe. On large bills there is an image of a dragon, on small money - a girl-empress, quite funny.
  Of course, money is needed. But the main thing is to get dressed. There are a lot of boys, more than girls for some reason, and even though they are older, they are still boys in their minds. They love to stare at beauty.
  This apartment is for adults, either by the smell or something else, Margarita realized this already by the door. The girls put on shoes, jeans, T-shirts, fashionable caps, dark glasses that cover half their faces and pulled up their hair. So they are not too flashy. Many women wear dark glasses here. Maybe because in adult bodies, women's age is more noticeable, and small wrinkles are already visible.
  Although there are no elderly people here. But everyone wants to be girls. Adult-looking people, it seems that the richest people are here, the elite. Look at how big the apartment is, so many rooms - a whole sector. But the owners are not very smart, since they did not hide the safe in a secluded place. Maybe there are few thieves here? Considering how easy it is to get into prison and be there for life, you can understand how much risk thieves take, not everyone will dare to steal.
  Besides, perhaps those who are free and do not work live well!
  Margarita remarked with annoyance:
  - It"s a pity we didn"t find out everything from Gerda.
  Anastasia suggested:
  - There are iPhones, and there are computers. So we'll find out on the Internet how to find Professor Mariarti.
  The girls, of course, also grabbed their iPhones. Although, of course, there was a risk that they would be tracked down via the Internet.
  Margarita typed in the search engine Mariarti. And a map of the city. Wow, this is a whole metropolis, there are even huge parks here. Maybe we should look for artifacts in them, Margarita thought. But, indeed, the professor has a whole palace. Yes, a celebrity. A person close to the emperor!
  Anastasia remarked with a displeased look:
  - Damn, the shoes are too tight, not my size!
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, we have beautiful legs, but not small! But we'll get to the professor!
  Anastasia winced and suggested:
  - There's a metro here, we'll get there! This city is twenty-five times larger than Moscow!
  Margarita grinned and, baring her teeth, remarked:
  - But there is nothing beyond its borders! It is clear that even such a territory can be resettled with a non-aging population!
  Anastasia giggled:
  - That's why there are so many children here. And anyone can become a child!
  Margarita noted:
  - And also a slave, or a prisoner!
  The girls approached the entrance to the metro station. There were guards with halberds and machine guns with optical sights. They looked at the girls, who handed them the tokens they had grabbed from the safe. Then they went down without any problems.
  The escalator resembled the Moscow metro, but was much wider and longer, the subway itself was incomparably deeper. Quite elegant, and with multi-colored drawings. And also a dragon, portraits of the empress.
  It is, of course, cooler down there than up there. At the station itself, poor barefoot boys and girls were scrubbing the marble. They had numbers on their uniforms. Apparently, these were real prisoners-slaves. Formally, there is no slavery here, but there are more prisoners than free people.
  The girls decided to watch for a while how the prisoners worked underground. And they got on a side branch, heading towards the workshops. However, in the conditions of developed technologies, sooner or later overproduction occurs. So the child slaves, if there is nothing to produce, do something else. They build the corridors of the underground city, sweep endlessly, wash.
  Some even play homemade games or secretly hide iPhones.
  The girls walked through the workshops. Boys and girls, from ten to thirteen years old by the look of them, were working. There were no older or younger ones in sight. As if children were born big here right away. Although, who knows.
  Anastasia noted:
  - Some of them were adults, you can"t envy childhood in prison!
  In the dungeon, boys and girls wore robes, shorts and short skirts. Mandatory numbers. Some boys and girls had their heads shaved.
  Margarita looked up the information on the local Internet: minor offenders are shaved bald. They are also beaten with whips more often and given less time to sleep.
  Child prisoners worked on machines, conveyors, mines and underground fields with artificial lighting. And also in parks. They were not often driven by whips. For offenses, flogging, or torture. Such a joyless confinement for many centuries. The dragon ruled for more than three thousand years. Before him, there was old age and natural mortality.
  Powerful magic gave people the opportunity to lead a pleasant existence, only nine out of ten became prisoners and slaves. Such is the inequality.
  In order to become a slave, it is not even necessary to do anything; sometimes people were arrested and given life imprisonment for nothing at all!
  One consolation: if they don't kill you, you won't die! And the prisoners have their own moments of rest and games. Especially if you come to an agreement with the guards. Only for indulgences to the slaves, they are punished severely.
  In short, despotism, no elections and democracy. For five hundred years now, an empress has ruled, who looks like a young girl, before that there was an emperor, who the dragon didn't like and was eaten alive!
  Yes, it's a scary world!
  Anastasia gave the skinny girl in a robe and with her head shaved, a candy she found in her bag. She bowed and began chopping stones again. Her tanned arms and legs were covered in abrasions and bruises, with fresh marks from the whips. And she was also in chains. Which indicated that she was being kept in a penal regime. This was twenty hours of work a day, and only on bread and water. Poor girl. How happy she was to get the chocolate candy, her eyes lit up.
  Margarita remarked with some surprise:
  - They work underground, and they're all tanned?
  Anastasia suggested:
  - Maybe the sun here is such that ultraviolet radiation penetrates through the soil and rocks!
  Margarita sang with a smile;
  Alien planet, alien land,
  And what have you forgotten in this world, man?
  It's not so easy to get out of this hell -
  It's not like sweeping dust in an apartment!
  Anastasia suggested:
  - Let's hurry. It's better to free millions than to console one by one.
  Margarita noted:
  - But didn"t Dostoevsky say that all the treasures of the world are not worth one bitter tear of a child!
  Anastasia noted:
  - That's true, but... There are tens of millions of child prisoners here, and believe me, you can't wipe their noses!
  Margarita sighed and replied:
  - The Tsar should not think about everyone! The Tsar should think about what is important!
  After which both girls picked up the pace. And began to move around the metro stations. It was a bit reminiscent of Moscow, the stations themselves were much more luxurious and colorful, and the carriages sparkled with gold. And diamonds sparkled on the ceiling and roofs.
  Such a wild contrast between the luxury of the metro and the terrible fate of the unfortunate, imprisoned children.
  Margarita hissed angrily:
  - Rise up, branded with a curse!
  Anastasia supported her friend:
  - The whole world is hungry and slaves!
  And both girls finished in chorus:
  - Our indignant mind is boiling! We are ready to go to mortal combat!
  Here is the station, next to which is Professor Mariarti's palace.
  The girls came out of the metro, limping slightly due to shoes that were clearly not their size.
  Margarita noted:
  - The universe is not perfect. Is there God in it?
  Anastasia remarked harshly:
  - Well, the devil certainly exists!
  There were some animals standing near the escalator, looking more like orcs, only their faces were even more evil and ferocious.
  The girls, however, winked at the guards and showed their cards. They started going up the escalator.
  Margarita noted:
  - But this metro is still better than the Moscow one!
  Anastasia confirmed:
  - And much deeper!
  The girls went upstairs. They passed the guards without any problems. There were also several warriors with halberds and machine guns with optical sights.
  Right at the entrance to the metro stood a large tank, strongly resembling a German "Maus" from World War II. Also with two gun barrels and huge.
  Anastasia squeaked:
  - What a car!
  Margarita noted:
  - This will turn all the asphalt into rubble.
  A couple of ghosts flew past the girls. And then another one, purple. It addressed the girls:
  - You probably want to see Professor Mariarti?
  Anastasia pretended to be surprised:
  - How did you guess?
  The ghost, like a shadow, said:
  - Everyone wants to go to him! In any case, I suspect you are thinking of destroying the dragon?
  Margarita frowned:
  - What makes you think that? We are not slaves!
  The ghost noticed:
  - We ghosts can feel it. Especially when several thousand years ago I was a resident of this city. I lived in the times when there was no trace of a dragon.
  Practical Anastasia asked:
  - How can I get to Professor Mariarti?
  The ghost replied:
  - Just go to the gate! Guess three riddles, pay money and you will be let in to him. Or another option, go through the back entrance. There is a ghost cat there. Guess his three riddles correctly, and you will not have to pay anything. Then he will take you to the professor's warehouse and there you yourself will take what you want.
  Margarita logically noted:
  - The second option is much better than the first.
  The shadow ghost clarified:
  - But the ghost cat will kill you if he doesn't get an answer to his riddles. So...
  Anastasia bared her teeth:
  -What if we kill him?
  The ghost warned:
  - He's a ghost, and even a dragon can't kill him. So you're taking a big risk.
  Margarita noted:
  - Those who take few risks don't drink champagne, those who take too much are content with chifir in prison.
  Anastasia practically suggested:
  - Then take us there quickly.
  The ghost cooed:
  - Answer the question.
  Margarita muttered:
  - Let's!
  The shadow gurgled:
  - That there is only a shadow, but not a shadow!
  Margarita quickly replied:
  - The past is like a shadow, only it"s not a shadow at all.
  The ghost nodded in agreement:
  - I'll show you the way. Follow me.
  The girls moved. Anastasia threw off the hated shoes that rubbed her not at all tender feet, Margarita followed her. Now the girls were barefoot, and enjoyed the freedom of their feet.
  Professor Mariarti's palace was enormous, reminiscent of the castle from the Bremen Town Musicians, only much larger and more elegant. The ghost led the girls into a corner and squealed:
  - Let's go through the underground passage.
  The girls began to descend after her. They passed the steps leading down, it became darker. They felt the prickly pebbles under their bare feet. And the coolness of the dungeon.
  Anastasia sang:
  - Stomp, stomp, hoofs stomp...
  Margarita added with a laugh:
  - Ta-ta-ta, the machine gun fired!
  And both girls joined in unison:
  The dragon's army is utterly defeated,
  And no one will beat us beautiful girls!
  After which the warriors quickened their pace. They had to walk for quite a long time. And the surface became more and more prickly. But would something like that stop the special forces girls? They switched from a quick walk to a run.
  The ghost squeaked, asking:
  - What is your profession?
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - War!
  The shadow sighed and remarked:
  - As always, violence and violence!
  Margarita sang in response, shaking her golden hair:
  - The world is based on violence! The volcano of rage lashes out with full force!
  Anastasia, the red-haired beast, supported her partner:
  - He experiences the highest tension of strength with both pain and fear!
  The shadow objected:
  - I don't think so. We need to be kind.
  Margarita sang with a sigh:
  - Believe me, being kind is not easy at all!
  Anastasia picked up:
  - Kindness does not depend on height!
  And the girls added in chorus:
  - And kindness depends only on strength. It's hard if you're weak and frail!
  After which there was a pause, and for some time the girls ran in silence. Not paying attention to the sharp stones digging into the bare, girlish soles. Until, finally, they ran into the basement of the Mariarti Palace.
  Candles were burning, gas jets were glowing. Shadows could be seen flickering.
  The ghost hissed:
  - Well, now we'll see him.
  A shadow emerged from the wall like a hologram. A cat's face appeared. Big and translucent. Then a paw with claws crawled out. The cat's eyes glowed like emeralds. And his claws were sharp, like diamond shards sparkling. And here he crawled out completely. As tall as a healthy elephant, only longer, and his fangs were a good two meters long.
  The girls, however, were not embarrassed and, clenching their fists, declared:
  - We are ready and eager to fight!
  The ghost cat hissed with a creaking sound:
  - What do you want, beauties?
  Margarita answered honestly:
  - Professor Mariarti's search chip.
  The cat meowed softly and replied:
  - This is, of course, possible, but... Do you know the conditions?
  The girls nodded in unison:
  - Certainly.
  The ghost cat sang, moving his paws:
  - Then listen to a riddle. What is cheaper than a half-penny, more expensive than a chervonets?
  Margarita smiled and replied:
  - You won't give a penny for a liar's word, but an honest oath is worth more than a gold coin!
  The ghost cat nodded and noted:
  - You are strong girls, and I see you are experienced fighters. But you would not be able to fight me off. I would gnaw your bones like a cloud of termites. So be more careful, you cannot make mistakes.
  Anastasia noted:
  - We fought. And there bullets and shrapnel do not forgive mistakes.
  The ghost cat purred:
  - And the second is a simple question. Where is Varvara sticking her nose?
  Margarita laughed:
  - Wow! It's hard to imagine anything funnier!
  Anastasia noted:
  - Well, we'll answer with humor!
  And the red-haired girl said:
  - Since curious Varvara's nose was torn off at the market, it means she stuck it right into the hollow with the bees!
  The ghost cat nodded and noted:
  - This can be counted as an answer! Now listen to the third riddle.
  And the ghost cat sang:
  - And for the third I will ask: what did they slap Lefty with?
  Margarita, smiling, answered in rhyme:
  - Whatever Lefty was screwed with, he got nothing!
  The ghost cat sighed and purred:
  - Well done, girls! And for this I will not kill you and will take you to Professor Mariarti's laboratory. Only there you must find the chip-searcher yourselves.
  Anastasia sang:
  - He who seeks will always find!
  Margarita added:
  - What you haven't lost, you have!
  The ghost cat said slyly:
  - And if you didn"t lose your horns, do you still have them?
  The girls exclaimed in unison:
  - Of course! We are stubborn after all.
  The ghost cat waved his tail:
  - Follow me.
  The girls, stepping silently on their bare feet, set off after the ghost. The doors on the way opened by themselves. Margarita whispered:
  - It's automatic.
  Anastasia noted:
  - Nothing special.
  The ghost cat purred:
  - I've been here for a long time, even when Professor Mariarti wasn't even a thing. He's an alien and a time traveler here, just like you.
  Margarita noted:
  - We didn"t end up in the city by our own free will.
  The ghost cat nodded:
  - Everything here is not of one's own free will. - And the phantom giggled. - And a little out of one's mind!
  Anastasia noted:
  - It's like in the fairy tale about Alice in Wonderland. There, too, the cat said that everyone was crazy!
  The ghost cat waved his large face:
  - Well spotted. Can you find the search chip in Professor Mariarti's lab? It's very big!
  Margarita responded angrily:
  - Some people lose, and some people find.
  The professor"s laboratory, in fact, turned out to be huge, and consisted of several rooms filled with various objects, computers, flasks and spare parts, and other "consumer goods."
  The girls, however, had special search skills. And first they made a simple device that responded to microelectronics.
  Then Margarita suggested:
  - We need to look for a chip with a radar, compact but powerful.
  Anastasia agreed with this:
  - Yes, we must.
  The girls began to adjust the device. They acted skillfully and energetically. Margarita declared:
  - We can find any needle in a haystack.
  The girls, having set up the device, began to slowly walk through the halls. There was a beep, but it was not a chip, but a stationary computer. Margarita and Anastasia walked a little more through the halls. The girls began to get nervous.
  Finally, the device worked, and the warriors came up against a safe built into an armored wall.
  Margarita whistled:
  - Well, that was to be expected from the very beginning. Such a valuable thing is kept in a safe, behind armor.
  Anastasia slammed her bare heel into the armor in rage. And felt the metal stronger than titanium. Although this girl could break concrete slabs.
  Margarita reassured her:
  - We'll open it now.
  Anastasia barked:
  - Do you know the combination?
  Margarita reminded:
  - By the sound, you can determine whether it is a number or a letter or not.
  Anastasia nodded:
  - Yes, I know. But without a special device, such an audible click on the matching number and letter may not be heard.
  Margarita consoled:
  - There is the necessary device here. And my pitch is perfect.
  The girls actually took the device with headphones and began to slowly turn the handle of the safe.
  It was necessary to dial a word in Latin, and seven numbers. The girls fiddled around a bit, but they opened the safe.
  Inside was a device resembling a cell phone with an antenna and screen, as well as several wads of money.
  Margarita wanted to take only the device, but red-haired Anastasia was stubborn:
  - No! It's not yet known, maybe we'll need local money. So it's better to take it.
  Margarita objected:
  - But that would be stealing. Are we safecrackers?
  Anastasia logically noted:
  - And we take the chip-search device without asking. But does it really affect the term, if they stole one chip, opening the safe, or several more packs of local money.
  Margarita thought for a couple of seconds and nodded her head:
  - Okay. You've convinced me. That's all.
  And the girls stuffed a dozen thick packs of large, bright bills into their belts. The money might still be needed, you never know.
  - Where are you going, my dears!
  The warriors, who were about to rush through the rooms to the corridor and go out the way they came, saw a man.
  He was tall, long-armed, with a large head and a high forehead. He wore a professor's cap on his head. His gray, deep eyes shone with intelligence, his nose was aquiline and predatory, and his chin was strong-willed.
  He had a six-barreled pistol in his hands. It was far enough away that the formidable weapon could be knocked out of his hand. And the professor could shoot accurately, apparently.
  Anastasia babbled:
  - Dear Mariarti, we can come to an agreement, right?
  The professor hissed angrily:
  - I don't talk to dead people!
  . CHAPTER #4.
  The girls smiled broadly. Margarita smiled and whispered:
  - You are such a smart and charming man, don't you like us?
  Mariarti said harshly:
  - You are pieces of trained meat, not women. And stay where you are, don't come any closer! I warn you, I shoot without fail.
  Anastasia remarked with offense:
  - Don't sculpted muscles make a woman look better?
  Mariarty bellowed:
  - Of course not! A woman should be fragile and graceful!
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - But I can easily protect my boyfriend.
  Mariarti ordered dryly:
  - Get on your knees and put your hand behind your neck.
  Anastasia squeaked:
  - But my legs are all covered in blood.
  - Where? - Mariarti's eyes widened. His gaze fell on the graceful, bare feet of the red-haired beauty.
  Taking advantage of the moment, another girl, Margarita, threw a heavy wrench at the professor with her bare foot. He reacted reflexively, shooting. But he was a little late, and the metal hit his hand. The gun flew out.
  The professor rushed after him, but Margarita jumped after him. And Anastasia got ahead of him, throwing something heavy, like a smartphone. The blow hit Mariarti in the face. He slowed down and stopped. Margarita hit him in the temple with her shin. Mariarti fell back. The blow of that bare, graceful, girlish foot broke oak logs. Apparently, this time, the golden-haired girl really miscalculated. And the professor passed out for a long time.
  The girls didn't stop to reason, but rushed to escape along the old route. Anastasia, however, managed to grab a six-barreled pistol just in case.
  So they ran through the rooms in the direction of the basement. And their pink heels flashed.
  The girls stopped only when they found themselves at the very place where the ghost cat had met them. This time it was an old, familiar ghost.
  It hissed:
  - Did you take the tracking chip?
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - Yes!
  The ghost gurgled:
  - Girls! From here you can go to the fairy tale, where artifacts are collected. Turn on the obtained search chip.
  Margarita turned it on. The ghost-shadow noted:
  - Works great. Professor, I hope he won't notice the loss right away?
  Margarita giggled:
  - I kicked him with my right side kick so hard that he, at the very least, received a severe concussion!
  The ghost muttered:
  - If you didn't kill him, he will take revenge on you. He is a terrible man!
  Anastasia exclaimed:
  - Let's get to the fairy tale quickly! We need to get back to our world quickly. Otherwise, our parents, having received the news of our death, will go crazy with grief!
  The ghost looked at the map and replied:
  - Follow me.
  And it floated. The girls rushed after him. They turned into the corridor and again broke into a run. There were sharp stones under their bare feet, however, for female special forces fighters this is not at all scary. The girls ran for quite a long time, several hours.
  Until finally they found themselves in front of the gates. There, at the entrance, stood three mighty heroes.
  They crossed their swords, blocking the way, and muttered:
  - Entrance to the fairy tale requires money only!
  Margarita pulled out a wad of bills and handed over a thousand-dollar note with a picture of a dragon:
  - Is that enough for you?
  The heroes nodded:
  - That's enough for you, but a thousand for her!
  Anastasia also threw down a bill and remarked:
  - I thought you would ask us to solve riddles again.
  Tall, powerful guys, almost as tall as oak trees, logically answered:
  - What about riddles? You can't spread them on bread.
  The gilded gates opened and the girls entered the forest. After hours of running over sharp stones, even their calloused feet were burning and itchy. So walking on the grass was bliss.
  The forest was lush, reminiscent of the subtropics, only on the trees grew very large and bright flowers. Butterflies with multi-colored wings and silver dragonflies flew, they were striking in their size.
  The ghost remained outside the gate.
  Margarita read to herself:
  - A self-assembling tablecloth, boots of speed, a cap of invisibility, a sword of kladenets, a know-it-all mirror, a self-acting gusli, a flying carpet. That's how many items there are.
  Anastasia looked closely at the device, shook her red curls and said:
  - There's a self-assembling tablecloth right in front.
  The girls involuntarily quickened their pace. They saw a two-story stone house. There was a line at the entrance. The girls came closer and looked closely. People were paying money and buying food. There were many children, thin, barefoot, ragged. They tearfully asked:
  - Please give us some food. At least a little.
  A roar was heard in response:
  - Go away, you pathetic beggars!
  Margarita and Anastasia resolutely approached the counter. A tablecloth was visible, quite large and elegant. New dishes kept appearing on it, which the man in the top hat and with the big belly then sold for money. There were already several bags of coins in the corner of the room.
  Margarita said angrily:
  - Aren't you ashamed to let your children go hungry when you yourself get food for free.
  Anastasia clenched her fists:
  - I can break your jaw.
  The man in the top hat smiled slyly and remarked:
  - You can't take away magical things by force. And what's mine is mine.
  The children in the crowd shouted:
  - It's not true! You can win a magic tablecloth from him.
  The man in the top hat nodded in agreement:
  - Of course! If you have something to put on the line.
  The girls pulled out wads of money and said:
  - A million credits - let's bet!
  The man in the top hat added:
  - And also a search chip!
  The ranger girls looked at each other and winked:
  - Agreed!
  The man in the top hat buzzed:
  - Then let's play poker.
  Margarita nodded:
  - We agree.
  The girls had no doubt that the bourgeois in the top hat would cheat. That goes without saying. But against the officers of the elite special forces, any cheating is useless. On the contrary, it is better when your opponent is a cheater. Now he will throw out a combination that beats almost all types of other combinations - four aces. But there is one combination that beats exactly four aces, but loses to some of the others.
  And Margarita cleverly picked the cards.
  The man in the top hat threw out his four biggest cards with a triumphant look. He grinned in anticipation of the pleasure of victory.
  And suddenly a deadly counter combination fell out.
  Both girls answered in unison:
  - The tablecloth is ours.
  The man in the top hat turned pale and gurgled:
  - You cheated.
  Margarita barked:
  - And you too!
  The man in the top hat pulled out a pistol, but Anastasia took a quick step and kicked him right in the groin. The blow, breaking five bricks, threw the businessman up and he fell dead!
  The girls shouted in response:
  - Now, children, you can eat and take everything for free!
  And the warriors began to throw silver and copper coins collected by the greedy rich man into the crowd. Moreover, they did it with great enthusiasm.
  And children from the surrounding area came running. There were many times more children here than adults.
  Margarita even noted:
  - Also transformed, probably?
  Anastasia nodded in agreement:
  - Dragon's spawn. Although, of course, being a child is still better than being an old man.
  Margarita noted with hope:
  - Maybe slavery will end, but immortality will remain?
  The children ran for several more hours. They received the most exquisite dishes and money. Finally, when the children from the surrounding areas were more or less full and all the money had been distributed, the girls went on.
  They also grabbed the magic tablecloth.
  Anastasia noted:
  - Let's move on, we'll soon run into boots of seven-league.
  The girls walked and enjoyed their steps along the summer path.
  Everything was as if in an idyll. Although, after a couple of hours of fast walking, thin children dressed in beggarly clothes and a few richly dressed young adults began to appear again. In appearance, however, no one older than thirty years old was visible.
  Margarita warned:
  - The boots of seven are just around the corner!
  The girls saw a man with a bag rush through the air. People and children were shouting around:
  - Stop, thief!
  The man was flying away. But Anastasia, in the laboratory, just in case, managed to grab a long piece of thin wire. And threw a homemade lasso.
  The man lost speed and one of his boots came off. The girls picked it up and ran up to the thief:
  - Well, have you eaten it? Will you give us your wonderful things?
  The man gurgled:
  - The boots of seven days cannot be taken away by force. They can either be exchanged or won!
  Margarita frowned and said:
  - Well, let's play.
  The thief asked with a smile:
  - What will you bet?
  Anastasia muttered:
  - A magic tablecloth!
  The man with one boot nodded:
  - Agreed! Will you play the fool? I myself won the boots of seven in this game.
  Margarita nodded:
  - We agree.
  The thief was an experienced swindler, but the girls in the elite special forces are well trained and, in general, they are the best warriors in the state. So, cheating or not, it won't help!
  And so Margarita fought back and hung shoulder straps on the thief.
  He blushed and remarked:
  -Did you cheat?
  Margarita answered honestly:
  - Just like you.
  The thief took off his second boot and nodded:
  - Now they are yours.
  Margarita and Anastasia put on a boot, one on her right foot, the other on her left, and took off.
  The girls soared over the fairytale forest and saw villages, as well as houses of the big city surrounding the fairytale. The city of the dragon, the city of shadows.
  Anastasia said with a smile:
  - The next artifact is the invisibility cap. We may have some problems here, though.
  Margarita noted:
  - Its owner is invisible?
  Anastasia replied:
  - But I think we'll be able to notice. We have sharp eyesight, and we also have a map.
  Margarita sang:
  - I can do everything, I can do everything, because my head is not a stone!
  The girls looked closely at the map, the artifact was getting closer and closer.
  Anastasia whispered:
  - We need cunning!
  The warriors landed and stood. They pretended to talk.
  And they themselves watched out of the corner of their eye. It was obvious that someone was walking on the grass. True, the tracks were small and bare. As if it was a boy.
  It is clear that the young, invisible thief intended to steal the magic tablecloth.
  Margarita deftly caught him by the hand. And Anastasia quickly felt his head and tore off his hat. In front of them stood a fair-haired, ruddy boy of about twelve. Nimble and dexterous.
  Margarita growled:
  - We caught a thief. Now we'll beat you up.
  The boy pleaded:
  - Don't hit me, I'm good. I just wanted to eat.
  Anastasia noted:
  - You look well-fed, and with this invisibility cap, you will never go hungry.
  The boy replied with a sigh:
  - You can't steal much from a poor man, and rich people have dogs running around their yard. And in general, you can't get rich by stealing.
  Margarita was indignant:
  - You wanted to rob us. So, we will beat you severely, or you will give us the invisibility cap.
  The boy shook his head:
  - If you take the hat away by force or threat of violence, it will not serve you! But if you play with me.
  Margarita nodded:
  - Of course, that's possible. What do you want: boots of seven legs, or a magic tablecloth?
  The boy gurgled:
  - And both are not possible?
  The girls answered in chorus:
  - Too fat. Bash on bash.
  The boy nodded:
  - Okay, then the tablecloth is a magic one, and the choice of the game is mine!
  The child stamped his bare foot, apparently he didn't want to put on shoes and steal shoes in the eternal, fairy-tale summer. The boy said:
  - Will you be fighting? I'm choosing the aunt with golden hair, because the redheads are too cunning.
  Margarita nodded:
  - Everyone prefers to play with a honey blonde, fearing the fox color.
  The boy clenched his fists and began to shake them, Margarita stood in front of him. The game is extremely simple. Either a well is made with hands, or scissors, or paper, or stone. Much depends on the reaction. The boy made a well, a rather advantageous form, drowning both scissors and stone. But the girl managed to make paper, covering the well.
  The boy lowered his eyes and sighed heavily:
  - You win. Now you have the hat.
  Anastasia put it on and immediately disappeared. Margarita confirmed:
  - Works.
  Anastasia appeared again, handed the upset boy a silver coin and promised:
  - Soon none of the children in this place will go hungry.
  The boy tried the coin with his teeth and nodded:
  - I'll buy myself some gingerbread. And I wish you to quickly collect the artifacts and remove the dragon.
  The girls nodded in agreement:
  - We'll do it.
  And they went, or rather, flew, putting on a seven-league boot, further.
  Anastasia noted:
  - Next we have a sword-kladenets. There may be problems.
  Margarita agreed with this:
  -You can't just take it away? But we're not simple either.
  The girls raced along on their seven-league boots. Shadows flickered beneath them, trees swayed. Many children, with a few adults, bustled about below. It was something like a more archaic version of the city, with one-story, mostly wooden huts, spread out among the trees.
  There were also fields where children were working, driven by some beasts in uniforms. Every now and then a roar could be heard.
  But then a place of desolation arose. A pile of chopped bodies lay about. A two-legged, huge guy walked in front of the people who had fallen on their knees before him. They were piling up their simple belongings.
  The monster roared:
  - I'll knock everyone down! I'll chop everyone up!
  And apparently, he really did cut someone. And the sword flew through the air, then returned to the clawed paws.
  Margarita suggested:
  - I'll go down to him alone and offer to play the magic tablecloth. You put on the invisibility cap and lie in wait.
  Anastasia nodded and noted:
  - Usually, people are more afraid of redheads.
  The beauty handed the second seven-league boot to the honey blonde.
  And with her bare toes the girl bent a copper coin. Here it is clear that paper money is not as valued as in the more modern part of the city.
  Margarita smiled, adjusted her curly hair, shimmering like gold leaf, she is simply lovely, and rushed towards the monster. The girl has an athletic figure and high breasts, a thin waist, luxurious hips.
  The monster, seeing the beauty, immediately bared his teeth and wheezed:
  - I'll cut you down if you don't obey me!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - You are such a cool man. Such fur and magnificent fangs. Any woman would be proud to be your slave!
  The monster puffed up his chest and roared:
  - Me! Supreme Lord, me! I am the wisest of all in the world!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Let's play. I'll put the magic tablecloth against your sword-kladenets.
  The monster roared aggressively:
  - I will command my sword to cut you into pieces! And I will take the magic tablecloth without risk.
  Margarita logically noted:
  - But if you take possession of the tablecloth by force, you won't be able to use it. You know the rules.
  The monster snapped and replied:
  - Okay, you will also put on the line your seven-league boots and your freedom, becoming, in case of loss, my submissive slave.
  Margarita frowned and asked again:
  - Isn't it too much?
  The monster roared:
  - No, just right!
  Margarita nodded, a golden wave running over her shoulders:
  - Then I agree. Risk is a noble cause.
  The monster reminded:
  - The choice of game is mine. I suggest dice.
  Margarita smiled and replied:
  - A simple but fair game. Let fate decide.
  But, of course, the girl understood that this predator would cheat. But she and Anastasia are the strongest and smartest special forces fighters in the world. And the girls, of course, have different tricks and techniques in games.
  The first time, both the monster and Margarita got twelve points - two for six!
  The monster growled, and they threw again. This time Margarita got only three. How happy the animal was, yelling:
  - You will be my slave for eternity! Wow, what a body you have!
  And he threw it without looking.
  Margarita said coldly:
  - My sword-kladenets!
  The monster's eyes widened in disbelief. He really did have two 1's glowing. Just like that. And he thought it would be twelve again! However, Anastasia in her invisibility cap wasted no time, and it turned out to be the opposite at best.
  The monster yelled at the sword-kladenets:
  - Kill her!
  The sword continued to hang and spin in the air. The owner had changed and, of course, he would now obey only the new, beautiful, golden-haired mistress.
  The monster threw itself at Margarita, although the girl was quite tall, it was still much taller than her and three times heavier. But the golden-haired beauty kicked him in the groin. Hard, with the force that would break logs. The monster flew up, and Anastasia hit him hard on the back of the head. The brute passed out.
  Margarita commanded:
  - Well, follow me!
  The sword flew into the open palm of the athletic girl.
  Anastasia suggested:
  - Maybe you should order this beast's head to be cut off?
  Margarita shook her head, grinning:
  - Why? People, and especially eternal children, will tear him to pieces anyway.
  Anastasia noted:
  - But we will test the sword! Will it obey us?
  Margarita nobly objected:
  - It is not good to kill an enemy when he is unconscious and poses no danger to us. We are not mean.
  Anastasia remarked angrily:
  - The Jedi were just as noble, and what happened to them!
  Margarita logically noted:
  - Anakin's fall began when he killed everyone, both the unarmed and the children. The dark side of the force opened the way to his heart.
  Anastasia nodded in agreement:
  - Maybe you're right. Give me the second boot, we'll fly.
  And the red-haired beauty shook her bare, tanned leg.
  The girls put on their boots and rushed off again.
  Anastasia said with a smile:
  - Four to zero, the ranger girls are leading the charge against the dragon.
  Margarita squealed with a smile:
  - The next goal is not easy, a know-it-all mirror awaits us.
  Anastasia noted doubtfully:
  - Now it will be much more difficult for us to win.
  Margarita smiled:
  - But we are warriors of the most elite special forces!
  Anastasia nodded:
  - And that says it all.
  The flight was quite long. But here is the destination. Quite a large, medieval city. A trial is underway. In the very center sits a girl, with black hair, a bit like a gypsy, and administers justice and truth! Receiving, of course, good money. And asking the mirror:
  - My light, mirror, tell me, and report the whole truth! Whose cow is by the porch, who is the wolf here, and who is the sheep?
  And the mirror gave answers.
  Margarita and Anastasia approached the gypsy girl, who raised her brown eyes to them and answered:
  - I know why you came. You want to win a mirror from me.
  Anastasia answered confidently:
  - Not only do we want to, but we will win.
  The young-looking gypsy nodded:
  - Good! But do you know that the choice of the game is mine?
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, these are the rules. Otherwise, all the artifacts would have been collected by one person long ago.
  The young gypsy girl laughed and suggested:
  - Then let's put it this way. You put the magic tablecloth, the boots of speed, the cap of invisibility, the sword of kladenets, and I'll put only one know-it-all mirror.
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - It's coming. We're ready to take the risk.
  The gypsy girl extended her hand:
  - Deal.
  The ranger girl clapped her hand:
  - Deal.
  The girl laughed again and reached into the locker. Her pearl-stitched shoes flashed. The black-haired witch took out a board and declared:
  - Let's play checkers. The board, by the way, is magic, and its owner always wins.
  Anastasia noted:
  - There was such checkers in one fairy tale. It's not fair.
  Gypsy girl reminded:
  - The choice of the game is mine. And there is nowhere to retreat.
  Margarita answered logically:
  - If you call yourself a mushroom, get into the basket. Let's play.
  The girl nodded:
  - You're a blonde, so play with white. I adore black.
  Margarita sang:
  - I paint my lips with shoe polish, I adore the color black. I have become a very strong girl, you will give me a bouquet.
  Anastasia was surprised by Margarita's calmness.
  Well, okay, she may be a troublesome blonde, but she's not stupid at all. She's such a great intellectual.
  Margarita made a move. She knew the theory of checkers. This is, first of all, of course, a fight for the center, but in such a way as not to fall under the combination. The gypsy did not know the theory, but she played confidently and quickly.
  She believed she would win. At some point, Margarita took the initiative. The gypsy girl leaned back and stopped moving. Now the checkers moved by themselves.
  Margarita missed a difficult combination, lost several checkers and found herself in a difficult position. The gypsy giggled and rubbed her hands:
  -If you want to get even, then put your freedom and your friend's freedom on the line.
  Margarita replied:
  - The game is not over yet.
  But it seemed that the situation was already hopeless. Margarita had one last checker, which the magic board apparently expected to squeeze into the outhouse. And at the last moment, when it seemed there was no salvation, Margarita's white checker went around the circle and knocked down all the black pieces.
  The gypsy's dark face turned pale and she muttered:
  - Can't be.
  Margarita sang in response:
  - Everything impossible is possible in this world! Don't think in absolute terms that two times two is four!
  The gypsy girl squealed and screamed:
  - But that's impossible! Checkers are magic, there's no way to beat them!
  Margarita stated:
  - But I did it!
  The gypsy girl suggested:
  - Reveal the secret and I will give you a bag of gold.
  Margarita winced:
  - It's heavy to carry. Here, give me these checkers instead.
  The gypsy girl waved her fist in the air in annoyance:
  - Okay, take it! What's the secret?
  Margarita pulled out a silver coin with a dragon image from under the board and explained:
  - Magic is sensitive to silver, and this coin is also charged with the dragon's charms, I felt it, and just in case, I saved it. I shifted the magic a little and I won!
  The gypsy girl muttered:
  - Damn it! Do you want two bags of gold for a coin like that?
  Margarita shook her head:
  - Such moments are too rare. Out of a dozen sacks of silver and copper, only one was found, and it will still be useful. However, if you want, we don't have to take your checkers.
  The gypsy girl waved her hand:
  - No, I already said that I'm giving it to you. The train has left. I hope that the gold I've saved up will last me for centuries. And kick the dragon's ass. He's eaten people.
  The girls grabbed the fifth artifact, and Anastasia sang:
  - Such pain, such pain, girls against the dragon: five to zero!
  . CHAPTER #5.
  The warriors left the city. Anastasia suggested having a snack in the bosom of nature and the eternal fairy-tale summer. Fortunately, they have a self-assembling tablecloth. And at the same time, they can test its fairy-tale capabilities.
  The girls chose a place for themselves at the edge of the forest, sat down on a fallen oak tree and unfolded the magic tablecloth.
  Margarita ordered an elephant trunk with spices, as well as snake cutlets and a roast giraffe. Anastasia also ordered a luxurious one, swan meat, roast zebra and puffer fish liver - a cool Japanese delicacy.
  The girls also ordered a wonderful wine aged for two hundred years. And they all ate with gold utensils of fine workmanship, strewn with small diamonds.
  The girls ate with pleasure and washed it down with overseas wines.
  Anastasia asked:
  - So what's on the schedule now?
  Margarita replied:
  - Gusli-samogudas.
  Anastasia smiled:
  - They can make us dance until the second coming!
  Margarita asked ingratiatingly:
  - Will there be a second coming at all?
  Anastasia answered sincerely:
  - I hope not! Instead of the golden cage of Christian paradise, let there be space communism.
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, I have read such utopias. And everything turned out great.
  Anastasia ate the sumptuous dishes and noticed:
  - There will be holidays on our street too.
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - And we always have holidays anyway. We go from victory to victory.
  The girls had their fill and, feeling the heaviness in their bellies, took a short nap. They had been on their feet for so long. They slept, however, with the light sleep of a wild animal. A bug crawled along Margarita's bare foot, tickling her bare, round heel. But the girl didn't even react - it was safe.
  Margarita dreamed of the war in Afghanistan. When, it seems, you are strong and winning, but the enemy is gaining more and more strength. And the battles are raging. And Russian guys are dying in this fatal country.
  And their girls are already being mourned. They were probably even awarded the title of hero posthumously. It is honorable, but sad. The beauties died in an unequal battle.
  Margarita sighed.
  After sleeping for several hours, the girls woke up just in time; a large, bull-sized, gray saber-toothed wolf was already sneaking up on them.
  However, Margarita growled, and the sword-kladenets easily cut through the beast"s hefty carcass.
  All that remained on the grass was a pile of bones, blood and flesh. On which all sorts of vultures immediately fell. Pecking at the flesh.
  Anastasia noted:
  - We fall asleep without difficulty, that"s true, yes, but then how hard it is to wake up!
  Margarita laughed:
  - Yes, but you can't eat us so easily. And the wolf got it.
  Anastasia jumped up, spun the turntable and sang:
  - You'll get a real punch in the nose from us, you'll run into a strong, soldier's fist!
  After that, the girls did some exercises and took off on their seven-league boots. They raced off.
  Margarita noted:
  - They probably already consider us dead and maybe even awarded us the Hero of Russia stars.
  Anastasia summed it up with a laugh:
  - So much the better. We'll be in the hall of fame now. And everyone will be wide-eyed when we get back!
  Margarita, looking around the forest and the numerous houses, the fluttering shadows, noted:
  - But we have a chance not to return.
  Anastasia confirmed:
  - Yes, there is. But we will come, in spite of all the devils!
  The girls sang in chorus:
  - The dragon will not stop us, the dragon will not defeat us! Cool girls will erase the enemy! Cool girls - salute to the heroes!
  And the warriors jumped up and did a loop in the air.
  Anastasia looked at the device and answered:
  - And now we are approaching the self-playing gusli. The sixth round of the fight.
  The girls found themselves above a large, white-stone city. They raced across the squares. The domes of churches gleamed gold, though without crosses, but with dragon heads. Such an interesting city, like ancient Kyiv. And in the center there is a palace. And a large crowd of people, boyars and guards, are dancing.
  A young man, a beardless teenager in expensive clothes, stands in the center and everyone bows before him. And even kisses his morocco boots.
  And the self-playing gusli hang in the air and from time to time begin to play, making your feet dance.
  Margarita and Anastasia also felt the twitching, but suppressed it with an effort of will.
  The young man, seeing the beautiful girls, winked at them and said:
  - Do you want to dance, sandals?
  Margarita growled in response:
  - We want to play your gusli!
  The young man grinned and replied:
  - And what in return?
  Anastasia smiled:
  - You see for yourself, a whole set: a self-assembled tablecloth, boots of speed, a cap of invisibility, a sword of kladenets, a know-it-all mirror! You see, five whole magic items - against one!
  The teenager replied playfully:
  - A kiss would be enough from beauties like you, but... I accept the game! Let the golden-haired one play.
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, when you have hair the color of the sun, everyone wants to play with you!
  Anastasia squealed:
  - And I'm a red fox, still consider me a beauty.
  The young man was quite tall and handsome, perhaps he was actually more than a century old. And he senses how dangerous the girls are. It's not for nothing that five artifacts have already been collected.
  So he grumbled:
  - The choice of game is my own. How about dominoes?
  Margarita nodded:
  - Domino? Great, that'll do.
  The young man did the layout very cleverly. His fingers were swift and fast. Margarita immediately realized that she was dealing with a professional swindler. But she was not at all embarrassed.
  She knew how to defeat the most notorious swindlers. And it's not that difficult. It only requires a certain amount of manual dexterity. And quick reaction, but the girls are not short of that.
  As for the tricks of cheating with dominoes, the girls themselves will teach any guy, and will expose even the most seasoned crook.
  The game was neck and neck. Until finally Margarita threw out:
  - Fish!
  The young man muttered in fear and widened his eyes:
  - Damn it! I've been playing dominoes for a thousand years, and I've never seen such players.
  Margarita grinned and remarked:
  - You don't look more than sixteen.
  The young man replied:
  - There are boys here who are three thousand years old, but look ten. Are you, perhaps, time travelers?
  Margarita corrected:
  - More like time travelers.
  The young man asked again:
  - Apparently they are strong magicians?
  Anastasia barked:
  - Elite, elite!
  The boy sighed and asked:
  - You win, take the gusli, but at least kiss me goodbye!
  Anastasia squeaked:
  - And you us too.
  The girls kissed the handsome young man with pleasure, they liked it. And then they took the gusli. As a consolation, Anastasia ordered three bottles of sparkling champagne from the self-assembled tablecloth for the loser.
  The young man unexpectedly suggested throwing a feast for everyone to enjoy all over the world!
  The girls readily agreed.
  The tablecloth was laid on a long table, and it grew. It turned out to be covered with various rich dishes.
  People began to feast, and without any coercion they began to dance.
  The girls also ate a little.
  Anastasia noted:
  - It's good to do good after all.
  Margarita agreed:
  - It's nice for both you and the people.
  Anastasia sighed and remembered:
  - And in our past life, you and I only killed.
  Margarita reminded:
  - Bad guys.
  Anastasia logically noted:
  - Bad, good - the concept is relative. Everyone has their own morals and faith.
  Margarita suggested:
  - After returning we will leave the army.
  Anastasia smirked and replied:
  - Considering that we have already fought in Syria, we have enough experience to retire as lieutenant colonels. We can quit the war.
  Margarita nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, but you wouldn't say by looking at us that we've already earned enough for a pension. We look twenty.
  Anastasia reminded:
  - Our genetics are improved. Experiments were conducted with DNA.
  Margarita noted:
  - And we became better and, most importantly, younger.
  Anastasia noted with some doubt:
  - What will we do if we retire?
  Margarita suggested:
  - We will write fairy tales and science fiction.
  Anastasia noted with doubt:
  - Times are bad now. You can't make much money with fairy tales.
  Margarita said confidently:
  - But you will become famous.
  Anastasia sang:
  - Anyone who helps people is wasting their time. When you write fairy tales, you can't become famous.
  Margarita confidently objected:
  - And I think it is possible.
  The girls ate their fill and danced a little barefoot, earning the approval of the public.
  After which they set off on their journey again.
  Anastasia noted:
  - Six to zero is a good score, but we need a winning seventh goal.
  Margarita concluded:
  - The last artifact remains. The flying carpet.
  Anastasia reminded:
  - The last fight is the hardest.
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Something unexpected will await us at the end. But we are ready for everything.
  Anastasia barked:
  - And we will certainly win.
  The girls put on their seven-league boots, one on the right foot, the other on the left, and took off. The proximity of their goal inspired them.
  They were well-fed, happy, contented. And they even began to sing:
  After all, from the taiga to the British seas,
  Special forces girls are the strongest!
  We will tear apart a large dragon,
  We'll chop it up with the sword and tear it apart!
  The bright banner of the Fatherland sparkles,
  There are millions of us, now we can all do it together!
  The girls flew and flew. Forests, fields, and rivers rushed past them.
  Then a desert appeared, along which there were oases. And again rivers.
  Anastasia, looking at the chip-searcher, noted with concern:
  - The flying carpet is a bit far away.
  Margarita noted:
  - The last artifact and the farthest one.
  The girls, however, perked up a little when the high mountains appeared again. They had been flying like this for many hours. They were hungry.
  We landed. We ate and drank from the magic tablecloth. We took a nap for a couple of hours. But it was chilly in the mountains.
  Hungry wolves tried to attack them, but the sword-kladenets chopped down a couple dozen predators, and the rest all ran away.
  After that, the girls put on their boots again and rushed to where the chip-searcher pointed them.
  Margarita beeped:
  - There is no order in our world, and of course it is not sweet.
  Anastasia added:
  - And of course it's nonsense, there is water in the store.
  The girls giggled and began to hum to themselves.
  They raced again. The boots of the runners tried to speed up.
  Margarita noted:
  - When I get back, I'll write a fairy tale about our trip. Maybe it will become a super hit.
  Anastasia answered quite logically:
  - You can't guess. For example, what's special about Harry Potter?
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - What's special about Kolobok?
  And the girls burst out laughing.
  But then, finally, there was the desert again, and then after it, finally, a huge, beautiful, oriental city arose. Half-naked, tanned, but mostly fair-haired children ran around it, and about ten times fewer young adults.
  The city was like an Arab one, but the population was mostly fair-haired. Very large, about the same size as modern Moscow.
  A lot of boys in loincloths, tanned and muscular, with white heads, run in the blazing sun. Some of them work, turning millstones.
  Margarita noted:
  - Boys who have lived for a couple of thousand years and are grinding the pavement with their bare heels, that's funny.
  Anastasia replied:
  - But it's better than being old.
  Among the children there were more boys than girls, but among the adults, on the contrary, there were more girls. They were, as a rule, in torn tunics and, like the children, barefoot. The light hair of the women and uncovered heads made the city look more like a possession of the time of Ancient Rome than of the medieval East.
  Perhaps this is how the East looked in the time of Alexander the Great, and before the penetration of Hellenic culture.
  But then a crowd gathered in the very center of the city. And there sat a man in a green turban decorated with emeralds. The girls whistled in surprise.
  This is the first old man I came across in this universe where no one looked older than thirty. He had a long, gray beard and wrinkled skin, a luxurious oriental robe with jewelry, expensive shoes with diamond buckles.
  His teeth, when he smiled, were ivory-colored and large, but possibly false. He also had earrings with rubies on his ears and rings on his fingers.
  Several female servants were hovering around him. Despite the heat, they were covered with veils, in shoes, and with their faces tightly covered with burqas. Unlike the other women, who were only in torn tunics, on their naked bodies, barefoot, like slaves, almost exclusively blondes.
  The sage played chess on thirty boards at once. He was joined by residents who looked like children, mostly boys, and women, and adults in sandals, shorts, and quite modern caps. Having received a checkmate, they retreated and left gold and silver coins.
  Others took their place and also played. The old man moved on a wheeled chair, pushed by two girls in burqas, and he made moves with a cane. Two more girls, tightly covered with veils, blew on the old man with fans. The rest collected the winnings in bags. The chests with riches were also guarded by girls in burqas. However, they may have been young men, because they are not visible under the black veils, although their raven-colored braids stick out.
  And here is a flying carpet, closed in a cage, and on it lies an albino tiger, guarding it.
  The girls flew up to the sage. He looked at them with clear, black eyes and boomed:
  - I know you, you want my flying carpet.
  Margarita stated decisively:
  - Ready to play with us? Six magical things against one.
  The sage smiled and replied:
  - And also magic checkers at stake. Seven against one.
  Anastasia snapped:
  - What a sly fox.
  A boy with a back lashed by a whip shouted:
  - This is King Solomon. It's better not to mess with him.
  Solomon growled:
  - Another hundred lashes for the rascal.
  The girls in burqas grabbed the boy, stretched him out on the trestles and began to whip him.
  Margarita answered calmly:
  - King Solomon? So much the better. There will finally be a worthy opponent.
  Anastasia nodded:
  - The strongest monster in any game is at the very end.
  King Solomon nodded:
  - It's good that you understand that. I see that you are also strong, since you have collected so many magical things. There will be no magic, no deception! Let's just play chess.
  Margarita asked:
  - With me?
  Solomon waved his cane:
  - Both play. It won't help you. I've always, for five thousand years, only won.
  Anastasia whistled:
  - Wow! Now that's a player.
  Solomon magnanimously declared:
  - But you can refuse.
  The girls shook their brightly-haired heads and said:
  -No! We will fight only to the end. We accept the fight.
  King Solomon nodded:
  - Good! My favorite board. And let the rest wait, now I will play the most important game in my life. And my color is white.
  The girls sat down in front of a huge board. Large figures, decorated with precious stones, cages of gold and platinum. The old man seemed to have remarkable strength, since he could easily move the figures with his cane, each weighing a pood.
  The girls, however, were not embarrassed. They, too, had never lost in their not-so-short lives. But still, five thousand years of experience and only victories, even without draws, inspired respect.
  And the girls stared at the board. No deception, no magic, no fraud - just intelligence! A battle of thoughts and minds.
  The old man grinned and played: D2- D4.
  The girls started whispering. As it turned out, playing together was only worse. Margarita wanted the King's Indian Defense, and Anastasia D7-D5, a semi-closed opening. Margarita began to persuade:
  - The King's Indian Defense is better, it is flexible with many strategic ideas. And this is almost a parallel game with a handicap of one move!
  Anastasia objected:
  - We won't give up the center, but will impose a figure game. And our heads calculate the options much faster than an old man with five thousand years of experience!
  The girls couldn't come to an agreement. They presented arguments. Margarita suggested:
  -Let one of us play. Let's toss a coin.
  Anastasia squeaked:
  - A coin? I'm smarter at chess. You're too honest a blonde!
  Margarita responded angrily:
  - And I'm not inferior to you in anything! And we played chess a match. And I won by one point!
  Anastasia growled:
  - Lucky! We are stronger and smarter than all the people in the world.
  King Solomon muttered:
  - Will you go?
  Margarita nodded:
  - Let's flip a coin. The dragon will land, I'll play. The Empress is Anastasia.
  The red-haired beast nodded:
  - It's coming! One mind is good, one and a half is worse.
  Margarita threw a coin. It bounced up and fell, bounced and hung on its edge.
  Anastasia cursed:
  - Damn it! What a problem.
  Margarita hissed:
  - Yes, bad luck. So what to do now?
  Anastasia suggested:
  - Maybe we should play fistfight?
  Margarita shook her head:
  - It will be a draw, with our reaction. Let me play instead. I played most of the games, and I started playing, now it's up to me to finish.
  Anastasia objected:
  - Why do you want everything? I want it too. In fact, since you've been playing too much, I should finish the last one.
  Margarita suggested:
  - Let King Solomon choose his rival. Which of us do you prefer?
  The old man answered with a sly smile:
  - You are both good and worthy. If you can't agree on the move, then do them one by one.
  Anastasia frowned and remarked:
  - Then we will lose altogether. The thoughts are different, and the ideas are different!
  Margarita sighed and replied:
  - Okay, since I played last time, they give in to Anastasia. Maybe it's not for nothing that people are more afraid of the cunning of redheads and consider blondes silly.
  Anastasia nodded:
  - This is a reasonable decision. And I play D7-D5. Let's fight my way.
  Margarita sat down. She did not argue. Moreover, parallel development is no worse and requires counting play. The Old Indian Defense has its drawbacks. Including the limited number of fields where the game is played. But in theory, indeed, the old man should be given more counting work.
  Of course, Solomon was used to weak opponents who had no idea about theory and standard techniques, combinations. And this experience of beating in one goal is more negative than positive.
  But the girls almost never played against strong opponents, with the exception of computers, of course. Now, of course, opponents stronger than grandmasters don't yawn and don't make gross mistakes! But then again, the girls don't have that much practice. They're too busy with other things.
  And war, and training, and cadet education. Always busy, not much time to play.
  And in chess, without cheating, even the elite of the special forces cannot win so easily. In any case, the girls easily beat the officers and generals, not giving them a chance. And here the player was truly of world renown.
  Anastasia played very attentively, possessing an absolute memory, she knew the theory by heart. And she saw that the old man, of course, played rare variations. Nevertheless, after a few moves Solomon offered a pawn sacrifice.
  Anastasia declined the sacrifice so as not to give up the initiative. And after a couple of moves she offered it herself. Solomon accepted the sacrifice with a grin. A tough exchange of blows began. A very difficult position arose. It is clear that the old man is also thinking for a long time. And is not entirely confident in himself.
  Anastasia sacrificed a piece for the sake of attack. And developed the offensive.
  A tough exchange of blows began, with an even game. King Solomon began to sweat. Now Anastasia sacrificed another piece. And puts pressure on King Solomon. However, it is not so easy to checkmate.
  Complications are coming. And Solomon has already added an extra quality to his two pieces and a pawn.
  And there is nothing to checkmate with, the red beast lacks pieces. Then Anastasia throws her king into the attack.
  Here Solomon himself begins to play the mat. A tough, aggressive battle ensues.
  Margarita whispers:
  - Cells, like circles before the eyes,
  I confuse kings with aces.
  But I confuse the debut with a doublet!
  And the girl prompts Anastasia:
  - Move the figures with your feet, it will help.
  Indeed, when the redhead grabbed the knight with her bare toes, her head suddenly cleared. Solomon had taken the blacks' last rook. And she saw a forcing combination in fourteen moves. Just for this, it was worth giving up the queen!
  And Anastasia made another decisive move, moving the queen under the pawn's attack. If Solomon refuses the gift, he will be checkmated in seven moves.
  The old man turned pale and removed his queen. He growled:
  - What a beast!
  Anastasia smiled. Then everything went faster. King Solomon's king was thrown about under the blows.
  Margarita already saw the inevitable mat and sang:
  - And the vaunted, notorious Fischer was unable to achieve a draw in the fight!
  Anastasia moved the pieces with her bare toes. Solomon thought hard, but could not find a way out. And he dragged the king with difficulty. And received blow after blow.
  Anastasia hissed:
  - Pawns don't look like people, pawns are pawns!
  And again she made a move with her bare, muscular, tanned foot. She was getting closer and closer to her goal.
  Solomon thought, scratched his forehead, but to his credit he didn't stretch out the pauses too long. And now it seems just a little bit. Anastasia had already taken the pawn in her bare toes to checkmate, when suddenly the sky darkened, and an image of a gigantic seven-headed dragon appeared before them.
  A deafening, thunderous voice rang out:
  - Stop, you unfortunate woman! Do you want me to make you an empress?
  Anastasia grinned, holding the pawn, which was lighter and smaller than the other figures, with the toes of her bare feet:
  - To be your puppet? Is that a great joy!
  The dragon noticed:
  - If you kill me, you will return to your world. A world where cruel old age reigns. Do you really want to become a toothless, hunched over, wrinkled old woman? And here you have eternal life and absolute power over billions of subjects!
  Margarita noted:
  - On a promise, as on a chair!
  Anastasia snorted contemptuously:
  - Well, Margarita and I may never grow old. We have perfect genetics. And aging is not provided for by the DNA program. And if there is eternal youth, then what else do you need? Sooner or later we will rule the planet Earth. And that is more interesting than a throne under your control.
  One of the boys shouted:
  - Don't trust the dragon! He will betray you or kill you at any convenient moment!
  The dragon growled:
  - Bad boy, you're going to hell.
  Margarita said to her friend:
  - Make your move. We'll talk later.
  The dragon, the size of fifty aircraft carriers, roared:
  - Don't do it, it will be too late! I will give you power over the universe.
  Anastasia placed the pawn on the field forward and said with a smile:
  - Already done. Checkmate, King Solomon!
  The dragon suddenly disappeared, and millions of colorful bubbles appeared in the sky in its place. The children began to chatter joyfully, and so did the adults.
  Suddenly, a tanned, muscular boy, wearing only a loincloth, plopped down on the board. Bowing his fair head, the boy knelt down and said:
  - Thank you!
  His muscular, bent back was covered in healed traces of numerous bruises, and his sharp shoulder blades stuck out.
  Anastasia asked in surprise:
  - Who are you?
  The boy answered, smiling:
  - The one who was a dragon!
  The ranger girl whistled:
  - The dragon that kept billions of people in fear was a boy?
  The boy replied, bowing:
  - I was a slave in Babylon, I built a dam, got whipped and worked hard, like other slaves. But then thieves robbed a tomb at night, and I accidentally fell asleep, exhausted from hard work in the sand, and the overseers did not notice that I was not with the other slaves in the camp. One of the robbers stepped on me, I caught him with my hands and knocked him down. He cursed me, calling me a dragon. At that moment he was wearing an amulet from the tomb. The curse was fulfilled, and more than three thousand years ago I became a real dragon. Thus, an absurd accident made a slave boy the ruler of the entire world.
  Anastasia asked:
  - Why didn't you make the world more just?
  The former slave boy replied with a sigh:
  - Because in the dragon's flesh, it wasn't quite me. There was an evil spirit in me. Now I'm on my knees and asking for your forgiveness.
  Margarita and Anastasia exclaimed in unison:
  - We forgive you! You are still a child, and we believe that you will grow up to be a real person.
  The boy straightened up and waved his hand:
  - Thank you!
  And at that moment a fiery hurricane picked up the girls. And they began to spin in an ocean of fire.
  The city of shadows was far below and was quickly, rapidly shrinking.
  . EPILOGUE
  The girls woke up stuck in a gorge. Their camouflage suits were torn to shreds. Only bikinis remained. Anastasia and Margarita were at the very bottom of the gorge, where night reigned. It was cold and unpleasant to be almost naked, high in the mountains of Afghanistan.
  Margarita whistled and exclaimed:
  - What a dream I had.
  Anastasia muttered:
  - Me too. A dragon, thousand-year-old children, seven-league boots and a subway with slaves. Horror!
  Margarita was surprised:
  - Yes, the dragon who turned into a slave boy?
  Anastasia confirmed:
  - Yes, a boy in a loincloth and with a striped back.
  Margarita nodded and remarked:
  - Two different people can't have the same dream! This happened to us in reality.
  Anastasia noted:
  - Really? So we liberated an entire world with billions of living beings from despotism?
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - It looks like it.
  Anastasia growled:
  - Glory to the Motherland!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Glory to the Motherland!
  And both girls, leaning against the rough, stone walls with their fingers and toes, began to climb out. Although the walls are slippery and covered with frost, for the best fighters of the elite special forces of Russia, this is not such a big problem! Although it took a long time to climb.
  Anastasia noted:
  - And what about Professor Mariarti?
  Margarita noted:
  -If we didn't kill him, then I think he could become a problem for the city worse than the dragon!
  Anastasia giggled:
  - Well, you gave him a good beating. You and I were smashing cobblestones with our hands and feet.
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, our blows are deadly.
  The girls sang joyfully:
  - Who is used to fighting for victory,
  It always wins, believe me!
  He who is cheerful laughs,
  Whoever wants it will achieve it,
  Believe me, your dream will come true!
  The girls came out to the surface. There were corpses everywhere, and a lot of craters from shells, rockets and bombs.
  The girls started running so that their bare feet wouldn't be so cold. They ran and laughed.
  Anastasia noted:
  - No weapons, nothing, almost naked.
  Margarita replied:
  - We are our own weapons.
  The girls spun in a cascade of somersaults. And sang:
  - The blows are strong, and we are athletic. That's the kind of girls we are.
  And they picked up the pace.
  The girls had been running at the breakneck pace of racehorses for several hours when, at last, the outline of the tower appeared on the horizon.
  Anastasia nodded:
  - This is our base.
  Margarita smiled:
  - I wonder how they will greet the revived dead?
  And both beauties laughed loudly, hysterically, as if they were madly insane.
  
  
  
  
  
  CRAZY TURNS IN THE HISTORY OF WORLD WAR II
  On the first tank crew Gerda with a lethal, and very penetrating gun of 88-millimeter caliber and a barrel length of 100 EL, and on the other IS-2 with a gun of 122-millimeter and a caliber of 48 EL. A longer barrel against a larger projectile.
  The German gun is, admittedly, more practical. And faster-firing. But the IS-2 is manned by witch-girls who are quite combative. And they bravely attack the enemy from a distance. Elizaveta fires. But Gerda is no slouch either and shifts her tank. And fires back. But she already slightly mows down Elizaveta's tank. And the German gun's shell misses.
  Both tanks begin to approach each other...
  Gerda slaps her bare feet on the armor. The Panther-2 was born in agony, as Hitler put forward inflated demands. But in 1945 a completely satisfactory tank appeared, which was better protected and armed perfectly, weighing fifty tons and having a more powerful engine of 850 horsepower.
  And on the approach is the Panther-3, more mobile with a 1200 horsepower engine and better protected, especially by the sides.
  Gerda fired again and hissed:
  - No one will stop us!
  Elizabeth fired back and chirped:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Both tank crews of girls are worthy of each other, but they cannot hit. It is as if they are charmed. In general, this world is special. Only Rommel did not pause after the capitulation of the British garrison in Tolbuk and defeated Britain in Egypt. The Germans were also able to capture Iraq and Kuwait with oil. And then Rommel smashed to smithereens the American landing in Morocco. More than a hundred thousand Americans were captured. True, the Nazis were still routed at Stalingrad, but this could only partially turn the tide of the war. The Fritzes were able to stabilize the front line on the Rostov-on-Don, Kursk, and so on.
  The Allied landing attempt in Normandy ended in another disaster for Britain and the US. And they effectively left the war. And now the fascists are trying to advance on the Caucasus.
  Elizabeth, shooting at the enemies, sang:
  - Everyone in our country is friends... Tra-la-la!
  Ekaterina fired with her bare toes and hit a German self-propelled gun, and sang along:
  - And Kamchatka and the Caucasus - Trala-la!
  Elena also smashed her bare heel, punching through an earlier model Panther and singing:
  - We do not live for war! People are strong through friendship!
  And the entire tank crew joined in singing:
  - We do not live for war! People are strong through friendship!
  This is how beautiful the battle is going...
  Andriana imagined something else. Also from this series and similar construction of alternative stories. The most fashionable genre at the moment.
  In short, the Allies decided to land in Sicily back in June. On the one hand, it was logical: not to let the Germans prepare to repel the threat. But on the other... The landing went almost as in real history. There were few German troops, the Italians did not want to fight and surrendered.
  
  Meanwhile, the Fritzes strengthened their troops in the southern direction. That is why the battle in Sicily dragged on.
  Stalin endured for a long time, but in the end he couldn't stand it. Having really gathered so much strength, how much time can you lose in the summer, which is convenient for advancing tanks?
  The offensive began on August 1. Probably, to make it easier to count the days of the operation, the leader chose this date. August 1 was the day the First World War began. But Stalin apparently did not see any ominous associations in this, and ordered to crush the Germans with all forces.
  The offensive immediately made major mistakes. Firstly, the attacks were carried out on a broad front. In the Oryol, Kharkov and Smolensk directions. That is, the forces were scattered.
  True, the Germans were forced to disperse their reserves. But the Red Army ran into a powerful, deeply echeloned enemy defense. Particularly strong in the Kharkov direction.
  Mainstein correctly guessed the strength and direction of the Soviet breakthroughs and managed to repel the attack. Mobel, commander of the Army Group Cent, retreated ten to fifteen kilometers, but overall also repelled the onslaught of superior Soviet forces.
  The defense, developed in engineering terms, along with powerfully armed tanks, allowed the Germans to halt the Soviet offensive and even hold Orel.
  The passivity of the allies in the West also had a negative impact on the course of the war.
  Expecting a coup in Italy and wanting to reduce their losses, they effectively rolled back their offensive in Sicily. But there was no coup. At first they were afraid that the Germans had a free hand, and then they were completely afraid that chaos would reign without Mussolini.
  The Soviet troops managed to cut off part of the Orel salient, but unfortunately they failed to take the city of Orel itself. Stalin was furious and demanded that the offensive be developed at any cost.
  However, the Red Army suffered huge losses and got bogged down in positional battles. Many cunning traps and minefields never worked. And the Germans, as had happened earlier during the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation, were able to hold on to the defense line prepared in advance. And they did not allow the mobile Soviet tank units to break out into operational space.
  Having lost over 1,400 thousand killed and wounded in a month and a half of fierce fighting, the Soviet troops barely advanced. The German losses were several times smaller, but still significant - 300-350 thousand killed and wounded. In addition, Hitler decided to drive the allies out of Sicily, so large reserves were sent to the West to the detriment of the Eastern direction.
  In mid-September, Stalin halted the offensive. The Soviet troops were bled dry, but their numbers could still be replenished. This had happened more than once. However, Joseph wanted to test the waters for a separate peace.
  Proposals from the Soviet side were conveyed through Deputy People's Commissar of Foreign Affairs Litvinov.
  Stalin offered Germany a zero option, without annexations and contributions, with the restoration of previous economic relations.
  Hitler quite reasonably noted that the Germans still control almost all of Ukraine and Crimea, Belarus, the Baltics, the Smolensk, Pskov and part of the Leningrad regions.
  Not counting the Finns... And that Stalin's proposal requires the Germans to voluntarily renounce a number of territorial acquisitions.
  And not only the Germans, of course, but also their allies. This is no good, Comrade Stalin!
  But Hitler agreed to start negotiations. And on the Soviet-German front, a truce was actually declared. Even if it was not formal.
  Hitler had enough common sense to drag out the negotiations and thereby gain time. Stalin also counted on replenishing his troops, and also possibly on intensifying the war in the West.
  Let Hitler give the bourgeoisie a good beating!
  Indeed, in October, the Germans, together with the Italians, launched a massive offensive in Sicily. A large number of German aircraft transferred from the Eastern Front took part in the battles. This also contributed to the success of the attack.
  In addition, it turned out that the German troops that had been shelled in the east were much stronger and more combat-ready than the pampered Americans and English. The Battle of Sicily ended in a complete rout of the allies. And immediately gave rise to a new government crisis in Britain.
  Well, Roosevelt said that America would not undertake large-scale offensive actions in Europe - the main thing was to save American soldiers. Moreover, the losses were record-breaking for the entire Second World War. The Yankees lost almost four hundred thousand prisoners alone.
  In England, King George exercised his right to remove Churchill. His place was taken by another conservative, but with a much more pro-German orientation.
  And the new prime minister also proposed to start secret negotiations with the actual curtailment of military actions. The Americans set only one condition for Hitler - to curtail the program of extermination of Jews.
  The Fuhrer, after persuading the encirclement, hesitated a bit and agreed with this. Moreover, it is difficult for the Germans to attack Africa. The Allied fleet dominates the seas. Plus Franco does not want to let German troops through to Gibraltar.
  So, the Germans have nowhere to attack in the West and the Allies have no reason to shower the European continent with corpses.
  Nature itself protected the German troops on the continent and the Allied troops across the seas and oceans. And the US was only too happy to untie its hands with Japan.
  There was a lull like this for a while. Negotiations with the allies were not going too smoothly either. Hitler was willing to give up his claims to African colonies, but demanded that Libya and Somalia be returned to Italy.
  Well, the English, under the cover of the noise, were ready to divide the French possessions in Africa with the USA. And also the Japanese ones in the Pacific Ocean and Asia. There is no desire to liberate France.
  Soon the truce was formalized from unofficial to quite official. It was much more profitable for Britain and the USA to take away the colonial possessions of Holland and France than to liberate them from the fascists. Well, they hinted to Hitler: go to the east. We'll divide up Soviet Russia at the same time.
  But Stalin gathered enormous forces. The Soviet army received the T-34-85 and the IS-2.
  In aviation, however, the Germans were able to achieve some qualitative superiority. New boosted engines were installed on the Focke-Wulf, accelerating the machines over 700 kilometers per hour. The more powerful and advanced ME-309 and TA-152 entered serial production.
  In general, thanks to the cessation of bombing of Germany, total mobilization and construction of new aircraft factories, the Germans managed to overtake the USSR in quantitative indicators of aircraft production. Moreover, the newest Yak-3 and LA-7 had not yet entered mass production. And the cessation of deliveries of duralumin and other raw materials under Lend-Lease from the West worsened the conditions for the production of Soviet aircraft.
  In May 1944, military action resumed with renewed vigor, with an air offensive by the fascists. The Germans also had an advantage in tanks. Albeit qualitatively rather than quantitatively. The T-4 and T-3 were taken out of production, but the Panther-2 and Tiger-2 were in production. The Germans were cautiously probing the Soviet front. Until Stalin launched a powerful offensive in the center on June 22. Operation Bagration. Although the Germans seemed to have fortified themselves well, the partisans in the rear launched a real rail war.
  The Soviet troops advanced from thirty to sixty kilometers in depth in a month. But let's note that they stopped altogether - bogged down in positional battles. Meinstein launched an offensive bypassing Kursk from the south. This time the Germans used their new tanks more effectively. Such a monster as the "Maus" also received its baptism in battles. In any case, in dry weather and in the summer, the "Maus" turned out to be a pretty good breakthrough tank. And most importantly, with very reliable protection. The Germans managed to bypass Kursk and create a large cauldron. And it was in this cauldron that a fifteen-year-old time traveler from our time found himself. The first wave of imagination describes the harsh military routine in sufficient detail. It seems that the boy was slightly wounded, but got out of the cauldron. He earned a medal for bravery. In the first book, the action was interrupted in September of 1944. The Germans are advancing towards Voronezh. In the center, battles are taking place near Smolensk and with varying success. In the second, the previous military actions are described briefly. The Germans reached the Don River and were stopped along its coast. During the war, Franco's troops again began to fight on the side of the fascists. The Germans also significantly increased the number of foreign divisions, especially French, Dutch, and Belgian. The winter was spent in stubborn positional battles. The front line in the center is relatively stable, and Moscow is not close, but not far either. Leningrad is under siege. The situation resembles the First World War with relatively stable, sedentary fronts. The Nazis, however, are increasing their air offensive, taking advantage of the fact that their overall industrial potential exceeds the Soviet one by at least three to three and a half times.
  The main emphasis is on jet bombers, especially the TA-400.
  At the same time, Germany deploys the latest E-series tanks. The main character, after the winter battles, which for some reason are not described in the second book, is sent to officer training. The first half of the book is taken up with training, several German air raids, and his first romantic love - the hero is already sixteen.
  In August, the situation for the USSR became more complicated: Türkiye, Portugal, officially Spain, and even Sweden, remembering its centuries-old grievances, entered the war.
  The Germans launched their main offensive in the Caucasus, where the hero, who had received the rank of lieutenant, went to fight.
  And naturally, the most important battle again took place near Stalingrad and in Stalingrad itself.
  Andriana herself is wearing a spotted tunic on her naked body, short pants, and barefoot. A beautiful and shapely girl, with strong hips, a thin waist, and a short, half-boxed haircut. Her face is very expressive, with a masculine chin and wide-set blue eyes. Her light brown hair has turned grey from dust, she has high breasts and a stern look. Captain Andriana, of course, has been fighting in her sleep for over two years and, despite her youth, has seen a lot. The girl's legs are all covered in abrasions and bruises. The girl is more agile in walking barefoot than in rough and clumsy boots.
  The bare sole feels the slightest vibration of the soil, warns of the proximity of a mine, and Mother Earth herself adds endurance. The girl's feet, on the one hand, have become rough, and are not afraid of hot metal or sharp rubble of ruins, but on the other hand, they have not lost sensitivity and flexibility, warning through the roar of the movement of tanks.
  Sweet Andriana holds a grenade with an explosive package attached. We need to crawl to the menacing German tank "Lion", watering the streets with machine guns.
  Next to her crawls Mirabella. Also barefoot, as all the girls from the battalion, have abandoned their boots, imitating their commander. Her dusty soles sharpen when the girl crawls on all fours. Mirabella's yellow hair is dirty, and long... A little curly. The girl herself is slender, thin, short. She can even be mistaken for a girl, with narrow shoulders and a seemingly large head.
  But Mirabela had already experienced a lot. She had managed to be in fascist captivity, having survived cruel torture, and in the mines, from where she managed to escape by some incomprehensible miracle. But looking at her childish, tender face, you would never guess that they beat her on the heels with rubber truncheons, or passed electricity through her body.
  Mirabella shoots... A soldier of the Third Reich, in this case an Arab, falls dead, his muzzle kicking up sand and rubble.
  Andriana pushes a bunch of grenades under a pile of garbage. Now a ninety-ton "Lion" will crawl here and blow it up. The girl's blue eyes sparkle like sapphires on her face, darkened by sunburn and dust.
  Experience tells me that a well-protected tank will change its position now. The "Lion" has 100 mm of side armor, and it's sloped. T-34s can't penetrate it, only heavy Keveshkas have a chance. But the tracks are a target. The main thing is to deprive the vehicle of mobility...
  Svetlana fires a burst from a machine gun... A soldier, of unknown nationality, falls. The Germans, having conquered most of the Eastern Hemisphere, are saving Aryan blood and throwing colonial troops into battle: Arabs, Africans, Indians, various Asians, and Europeans. The number of Poles has also increased - who have been taught from the cradle to hate Bolshevik Russia. Ukrainian nationalists, Don Cossacks, Chechens, and the entire Caucasian Khaganate are fighting here. Hitler has raised a whole international.
  There are many enemies...
  Svetlana deftly dodges the machine gun burst. The bullet almost split the girl's round heel, blackened by dust. The beautiful captain even felt a tickle from how close the large-caliber present flew. The girl crossed herself, whispering:
  - Even a bullet won't stop us!
  Mirabella shoots back... Another girl, Angelica, is a very red-haired girl, taller than average, and muscular, despite her meager rations. She is also a very pretty girl, with luxurious hips, a toned waist, unfemininely broad shoulders, and high breasts.
  Angelica is fighting in her panties, her tunic is torn to shreds and crumbling into dust, and new uniforms are not being delivered across the Volga. God grant that more ammunition and a little food can be sent to the exhausted Soviet troops.
  So Angelica is almost naked, her legs are scratched, especially her knees. A splinter got into the sole of her right foot, and it hurts, it is hard to walk.
  Red-haired, dusty, almost naked Angelica twists her pretty, but at the same time tough face. The girl, shooting, says:
  - Above us is the Lord, Moscow and Stalin!
  And she cuts down the attacking Nazis, barely managing to roll away.
  Because of the ruins and narrow streets, it is difficult for the formidable German tanks to turn around. The almost two-hundred-ton "Mauses" cannot pass at all...
  As Svetlana had expected, "Lev" drove a little and ran into a pile of garbage. There was an explosion. The track burst, and a couple of damaged rollers flew off.
  The wounded tank stopped and a shell flew out of its barrel...
  Somewhere in the distance it thundered, disappearing into the ruins. Blonde Svetlana, like a snake, hissed:
  - This is my calculation! We opened an account...
  The girl captain Andriana is forced to crawl away again. The Germans and their satellites cannot use their technical advantage in the rubble. Due to the stubborn Hitler, the hordes of the Third Reich are stuck in positional battles in a fairly large and well-fortified city.
  Mirabella throws a grenade. Forcing the wounded Germans or Arabs to do somersaults, turning over. One of the Hitlerite fighters has his arm torn off, and an English watch with a compass hangs on it.
  Mirabella says with a smile:
  - What the compass shows you is the path to hell!
  And a beautiful girl shakes a piece of stuck ceramic off her dusty heel.
  Angelica also shakes off the dust from her firm, full breasts. Her nipples are almost black from the dirt, and they itch. And try washing. Again, you have to bury yourself when the German submachine guns are firing. And crawl on your belly.
  The girls' battalion holds its positions, although there is artillery shelling. Heavy shells are exploding, and bombs are falling from the sky... But nothing will break the courage of the Soviet heroines.
  Here Svetlana sees a "Panther" crawling by. Well, this tank is not so scary anymore.
  You can punch it in the side. The girl sneezed and spat out the dust that was getting into her graceful mouth. She took a grenade in her hand, weighted with an explosive package. She had to crawl up unnoticed. But there was so much smoke around.
  Angelica began to move closer, pushing against the drain with her bare toes and elbows. She resembled a cat tracking a mouse. The girl remembered the war from that terrible summer of 1941, when the Wehrmacht treacherously invaded the USSR. Was it scary for a girl, almost a child? At first, yes, but then you get used to it. And you perceive the constant shell explosions as an ordinary noise.
  And now it exploded very close. The girl landed on her stomach. The fragments flew overhead like a flock of wild bees. Angelica whispered with cracked lips:
  - In the name of justice, Lord!
  The girl speeds up her crawl and throws a grenade with an attached explosive package. The gift flies in an arc. There is an explosion, the thinner side armor of the "Panther" gives way. The German tank starts to burn, the combat package detonates.
  Svetlana whispers with a smile:
  - Thank you, O Almighty Jesus! You alone do I believe in! You alone do I pray to!
  The Panther is blown apart. The torn-off, long barrel buries itself in the rubble. The frontal armor, torn away from the side armor, resembles a scoop.
  Svetlana, whose eyes sparkle like cornflowers on her face, brown from dust and tan, says:
  - The more oak trees the enemy has, the stronger our defense!
  Angelica is very sexy, in her black panties, and naked, dusty, strong body. The girl is very dexterous. She can throw glass shards with her bare toes.
  Now she threw a sharp object with her graceful, dust-covered foot. And it sank right into the fascist's throat. Beautiful Angelica began to babble:
  - And I am a sex symbol, and a symbol of death!
  The girl, after which she crawled again, shooting. Svetlana also fired.
  The beautiful captain, barefoot Andriana, having cut down the fascist, chirped:
  - Life is a chain, and little things are its links...
  Mirabella fired, split the Fritz's head and added:
  - You can't ignore the link!
  Svetlana, having shot accurately again, croaked:
  - But you can"t dwell on the little things...
  Mirabela added as if firing:
  - Otherwise the chain will envelop you!
  Another girl, Olimpiada, also very beautiful, together with the pioneer Seryozhka prepared a mine on a wire. They both pushed it... The wily bug crawled into the caterpillar of the "Tiger"-2. And how it blew up this long-barreled German machine.
  The fair-haired boy Sergei exclaimed:
  - Our Russia, a parasha for you!
  And he barely managed to jump back, flashing his black, bruised heels, from the falling roof.
  Olympiada stroked the boy's neck and said:
  - You are very quick!
  The young pioneer made his way to the front and joined a women's battalion. The boy was even very inventive. For example, he made airplanes to shoot down fascist attack aircraft. When Focke-Wulfs or TA-152s take off, an incredibly deafening roar is heard.
  The Germans strike to the sound of Wagner's symphony. Such a majestic melody.
  Olympiada says with annoyance:
  - They are still trying to scare us!
  The young pioneer sang with pathos:
  - The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  Death will not take us under the starry sky!
  He will fight hard for Holy Rus',
  I loaded the mighty machine gun!
  Olympiada, a tall, muscular girl with wide hips and shoulders, is a typical peasant woman. Her clothes have been torn to shreds during the battles, her strong legs are bare, her hair is braided into two braids and is very dusty.
  Seryozhka is only eleven years old, a skinny, undernourished, scratched and dirty boy, wearing only shorts. The boy's naturally white hair has turned grey, and his ribs are visible through his thin, tanned and dirty skin. His legs are terribly bruised, and covered in burns, bruises, and blisters. True, fate protected the child from serious injuries.
  Olympiada seems big and fat against his background, although the girl is not at all fat, but with strong, trained meat on her bones. Moreover, hunger seemed not to have affected her plump and large figure at all.
  A girl shoots from a heavy anti-tank rifle. You can't penetrate the German vehicles' foreheads, but you have a chance in the tracks.
  And the huge "Lion", having received a hefty explosive charge in its undercarriage, began to puff out smoke like a heavy smoker.
  Seryozhka sang with a sneer:
  - Fritz, the stinky one, without thinking, lit a cigarette at the entrance! Of course, he got into big trouble!
  Olympiada, flashing her muscular, tanned calves, tap-danced with her bare, beautiful feet. The girl sang:
  - Faces of Russian saints flash from the icon... May God grant that you kill at least a thousand Fritzes! And if someone makes more noise than the fascists - believe me, no one will judge you for it!
  After which she reloaded the anti-tank rifle and fired again. The German transporter again released a stream of smoke.
  The girls' battalion inflicted significant damage on the Fritzes. But it also suffered losses. One girl was torn in half, and her face became pale despite the dust.
  Most of Stalingrad has already been captured by the Nazis, but what remains of the city does not want to give in and surrender.
  Svetlana, meanwhile, is trying to penetrate the Tiger. The powerful German machine received a grenade in the side, but did not give in. It turns around to fire from the cannon. The girl has to dig herself into the ground and rubble so as not to be crushed by the blast wave of the released gift.
  Svetlana whispers quietly:
  - Mom, dad, forgive me!
  Mirabela threw a grenade at the Tiger, it exploded on her forehead. The girl hissed:
  - About the fact that light is teaching in winter and spring... I insist without exception that Hitler is a plague-ridden bastard!
  Angelica, breaking the sights of the fascists and pouring a burst of fire at them, muttered:
  - In a coffin, I saw the Fuhrer just now! And I kicked the poor guy right in the eye!
  The red-haired girl actually threw a grenade at the tank with her bare toes. It hit the barrel... An explosion followed and the barrel of the "Tiger" was mangled.
  The cowardly German took it and backed away.
  Svetlana made a nasal noise through her nostrils:
  - Ours is not inferior to yours!
  Mirabella cut down a Hitlerite mercenary with a bullet and sang:
  - But the villain is not joking! He twists the arms and legs of the Russians with ropes! He sinks his teeth into the very heart... He drinks the Fatherland to the bottom!
  Svetlana giggled and barked:
  - The Fuhrer is screaming wildly, tearing himself apart!
  Mirabela fired and added:
  - Well, and death puffs and grins!
  Here comes an even more dangerous "Stumrtiger". It destroys entire buildings and bunkers. Moreover, it does not approach the positions of Soviet troops. The machine is kept under cover by German machine gunners.
  Svetlana sees that it is impossible to get close to the Fritzes' positions. But there are Focke-Wulfs in the sky. One of these machines flies closer to the Soviet positions. The girls open fire on it.
  Angelica throws a grenade and says furiously:
  - In deep death there is no forgiveness!
  After which the girl fires a burst from her machine gun. She quickly rolls away. A relatively new German tank "Panther"-2 with a small turret and a lower silhouette quickly drives up.
  Several girls throw grenades at a German car. It, having received the gifts, freezes and is unable to turn around.
  Angelica whistled, hissing:
  - This is a new plague! We'll tear its jaws apart!
  Panther-2 snapped back and fired its more powerful weapon.
  A pillar of fire split the air and instantly heated and electrified the atmosphere.
  Angelica 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! He established his Newton's law for the Fritzes!
  Stalingrad was completely engulfed in fires, when it seemed like tongues of fire were licking the sky and crackling purple, orange, and scarlet sparks! And each spark was like a ghost that had escaped from a hellish castle.
  Svetlana, having knocked down the German soldier, flashed her blue eyes and sang:
  - What are you whining about, you stupid old woman? Believe me, a mental hospital is crying for you!
  Mirabella sang in a singsong voice, firing at the fascists:
  - How nice it is to lie down on the grass and give the Fritzes a good whack on the head! Give the Fuhrer a poultice and shoot bullets from a machine gun!
  The girl giggled wildly and turned over from her stomach to her back. She made a bicycle with her legs. A grenade flew upward. A flying Focke-Wulf, having received shrapnel under the belly, quickly soared higher. Apparently, sharp shrapnel had wounded it. The fascist creature caught fire and began to lose pieces of broken wings.
  Svetlana, seeing how Fokke was losing altitude, croaked:
  - What a semaphore! There's an axe hanging on the side!
  The German plane exploded, scattering debris into all the far corners of the sky. And where did the fascist ace go? He made his last turn. It was the executioner who went to decay, not the pilot!
  Mirabella sneezed, scattering the dust and said:
  - To be or not to be? That's not a question!
  Angelica again threw a piece of glass with her foot, so that it hit the Fritz in the eye and came out through the back of his head:
  - I am a tank armada! And you need treatment!
  The Germans and their satellites tried to advance, throwing grenades ahead of them. Such tactics did not work against the girls. Here Seryozhka turned the catapult and fired back at the enemy.
  The pioneer boy roared:
  - Santa Claus tearing Hitler's mouth apart!
  The catapult charge, having pierced the crowd of fascists, made them fly apart and turn over in the air. The Fritzes fell and were smashed against the rubble of the walls.
  The Tiger-2 tank lost its balance and collided with the Lion. Oh, Lion, where is your menacing name?
  Svetlana smiled and answered:
  - Well, Seryozhka is a good boy!
  The boy barked aggressively:
  - A pioneer is always ready!
  The girl shook her bare foot in response.
  The girl captain started nailing again. And Olympiada tickled Seryozhka's narrow foot, how hard it was! No wonder the boy is not afraid to run through the fires.
  Mirabela chanted and said:
  - Youth is good - old age is bad!
  Angelica, the not despondent redhead, agreed:
  - There is nothing worse than old age! It is truly the most disgusting state of all possible!
  And the girl did a somersault. For a moment she imagined disgusting old women. No, you can't compare an old woman with a girl. And what beauty, in slender bodies.
  Angelica took it and sang:
  - Years flow by like a caravan,
  An old woman is grinding henna in a mortar...
  And what about my slender figure?
  I don't understand how my youth disappeared!
  Svetlana's eyes flashed, she knocked the German down with a shot to the groin and remarked:
  - No! After all, there is such a charm in war - to remain forever young! Forever drunk!
  Olympiada put a new charge into the catapult. It was something like a good mortar. The girl hissed:
  - Don't pass, pass!
  Seryozhka shuffled his thin but nimble leg and barked:
  - Get the Fritzes!
  And the grenade, together with the explosive package, flew at full speed into the Nazi positions.
  Stalingrad was not given to them. The assault has been going on for three months since the end of June, but they still cannot take the city. The Nazis achieved success on other sections of the front, but not on this one.
  Svetlana fired her pistol and growled:
  - Everything is impossible, but it happens to be possible... There is no need to make the universe too complicated!
  And it hit the gas tank of the motorcycle. The car exploded, and fiery whirlwinds illuminated the smoky landscape. And the German was torn apart by a fiery paw.
  The girl captain Andriana shouted:
  - I love to kill evil! And this is the highest good!
  Mirabella fired a burst of fire at the Germans and hissed:
  - Let's play porcupine!
  Angelica opened fire, more accurately. Several blacks were left lying on the spear-covered rubble:
  - Kill the enemy! - the girl whispered.
  Mirabela sang playfully:
  - Having painted Hitler with lipstick, Meinstein with hairspray, I will drag you away as a princess's prisoner, and my faithful dog will gnaw you to pieces!
  Svetlana, firing, hissed:
  - Come on, Adolf, hang yourself tonight... Stop fooling around! Come on, tonight, fly like a gyrfalcon - to beat the fascists hard!
  Mirabella 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. The Fritzes advanced, literally throwing corpses into the space. The "Lion" tank, which was the source of hope, did not help either. Here is a modification of the vehicle with a 150-millimeter cannon.
  Angelica knocks a stone off her bare nipple. The girl has such beautiful and full breasts. The girl throws a grenade with her foot. The foot is stronger than the hand, and the throw goes further.
  "Lev" got a burst on the track and stopped. It fired from its powerful mouth. A roar, and collapse.
  Angelica, spitting, says:
  - A Russian warrior does not groan in pain!
  And again the girl shoots. And she does it with unusual accuracy. The fascist who stuck his head out of the tower falls back.
  A red-haired, almost naked girl says:
  - The enemy is wrong to think that he managed to break the Russians! He who is brave attacks in battle, we will beat the enemy fiercely!
  And Angelica rolls her abdominal muscles, which are very well defined.
  Oh, how beautiful the girls are! I really don't want even one of them to die.
  Stalenida ran by... A very beautiful girl, with fluffy, white hair. She somehow manages to smear it with some kind of potion so that it doesn't get dirty.
  The girl is very beautiful, with a Venus-like figure, only more toned and defined. She is wearing only a bra and panties. Everything else is already torn. But how graceful her legs are! This is not a girl, but a seal of perfection, the crown of beauty.
  She moves in a special way, like a squirrel. And her bare feet just flash, and her heels, surprisingly, remain clean. Stalenida shoots, and the fascist gets an ulcer in his chest.
  The girl says:
  - Loyalty to the Motherland is the highest word!
  Angelica noted with a chuckle:
  - Take off your bra and stay in your panties like me!
  Stalenida shook her head:
  - This is indecent!
  Angelica shook her hips, fired accurately and sang:
  - Somehow the Komsomol girl has become unusual! Walking around with bare breasts like that is very indecent!
  Stalenida giggled and remarked:
  - Why bring joy to the Fritzes by looking at our beauty!
  Angelica answered decisively:
  - Our beauty is deadly!
  The steel girl giggled and fired at the TA-200. The fascists' car caught fire. And the beautiful blonde yelped:
  - Death to evil!
  Angelica giggled:
  - And life to goodness!
  Stalenida, seeing that the German was falling, growled:
  - This is the highest value! Don't think, fascists, that you have won!
  Angelica sings:
  - Victory awaits! Victory awaits... Those who are eager to break the shackles! Victory awaits! Victory awaits! We will be able to defeat the fascists!
  A beautiful girl, and her naked chest is just shaking. It's good with a naked torso in the heat, which is intensified by the fire.
  Svetlana now looked much more determined. She fired at the Fritzes from a submachine gun and barked:
  - I'll castrate you!
  And indeed the fascists received deadly presents and coffins! And the girl showed them a fig, made bare toes. And whistled like a nightingale-robber. And through the fingers of her lower extremities.
  The girl captain Andriana is very smart. And sparkling. And not at all cruel. She also sometimes feels sorry for the enemy soldiers, who may have children who will cry for their dead fathers.
  Svetlana, however, drives such thoughts away from herself, they make her want to cry. But it wasn't the Russians who came to the Germans to rob and kill. No, it was the Germans and a whole aggressive pack of foreigners from all over the world who burst into the Russian expanses.
  Svetlana crossed herself and shot at a Fritz trying to sneak up on the Russian positions... His eye and brain, knocked out by a bullet, flowed out.
  The girl captain smiled and said wittily:
  - Straight eye to eye, head to head!
  Svetlana fired accurately and hit a motorcycle with a sidecar. The car began to explode, and the machine gun flew off, turned over several times. Then its barrel stuck in the rubble.
  The girl rubbed her bare, dusty sole on the gravel. And took aim again. Her cheerful, young face grinned contentedly. The girl sang:
  - No, we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate the fragrant Russian bread being called by the word ford!
  Mirabella fired a very accurate shot, which set the Focke-Wulf ablaze, and squealed:
  For a scoundrel the choice is of course clear,
  For dollars he is ready to betray Rus'...
  But that's what makes the Russian person so beautiful.
  That he is ready to give his life for his Motherland!
  The girl did a somersault and showed the Nazis the fig sign, and spun around, and the bullets did not touch the beauty.
  Angelica appeared, this beauty, almost naked, and grimy like a devil, threw grenades with both legs at once. And squealed:
  - What I have is... To the Fritz in the sharp side!
  Olympiada corrected Angelica:
  - Sharp, to the side, not to the sharp side!
  The girl giggled and shook her watermelon breasts, and launched a grenade using a grenade with an explosive package. The "Tiger" got it in the muzzle, and twisted this crooked work of art.
  After which the Hitlerite creature backed away. It began to crawl like a turtle caught in a fire.
  Svetlana sang, winking cheerfully:
  - And the Tiger retreats and the Germans hide!
  The girls' battalion maneuvered under the blows of air strikes and heavy guns. Now the rocket launchers hit, the broken, red-hot cliffs rose into the sky. And the rocks caught fire. Fortunately, none of the girls died, but the men went to the next world - who are not so pitiful! And the souls fly - some to heaven, and others to hell! Where the devils with pitchforks are already waiting for those who did not believe in Jesus.
  Angelica, the sexiest of the warriors, is furious: can the fascists really fire at Soviet positions and kill red warriors with their "Sturmtiger"?
  And the girl grabbed the grenade with her bare feet and spun around in a series of somersaults. And she spun faster and faster. And then, with all her might, she threw the gift of death into the wide barrel of the "Sturmtiger." The beauty's bare, tanned legs flashed, and the grenade flew into the wide barrel. And the powerful machine first choked, and then exploded. The two "Royal Tigers" that stood on the sides of the "Sturmtiger" were thrown up and flew apart. Their rollers were torn off, and they fell down, flying like a queen's broken necklace.
  The blast wave threw Angelica up, and the girl flew upside down. And she was turned over, rocked and thrown. But the beauty still landed, sharp rubble and crumbled stones dug into her bare soles. The girl was in pain, and even through the callused foot, the tip pierced.
  But Angelica found the strength to stand up and shout:
  - You fascists will be in ashes!
  Svetlana and the other girls were thrown up by the blast wave and even slightly dented. But none of the beautiful warriors died. The girls met with hurricane and accurate fire. Having suppressed the Nazis who jumped out and other aggressive insects besieging the USSR.
  Mirabella sang with great enthusiasm:
  - And when the Lord's trumpet calls us to battle, we will be together with the Komsomol, we are friends! And by the will of Jehovah, I will be at the heavenly roll call!
  Angelica, shaking the dust off her bloody soles, sang:
  - Lenin, the party, the Komsomol! We're sending the Fuhrer to the madhouse!
  The girls began to laugh loudly, and Seryozhka said with alarm and annoyance:
  - And my catapult is not as accurate as these bare and strong legs of Angelica!
  Olympiada, flexing her arm muscles, said:
  - Well, never mind! You'll come up with something even cooler!
  
  ALLIES SEPARATED
  At first, everything was as in reality. Only the German air force was more active in pestering the Red Army. Rommel was in the background, and Hitler was somewhat frivolous about the war on one front. And the situation repeated itself as in reality. Only they failed to drive the Germans out of Rostov-on-Don, because there were several more Wehrmacht divisions there.
  The Germans were defeated near Moscow after all. And then it was almost like in real history. Then counterattacks. Almost like in real history.
  Until the fascists got bogged down near Stalingrad.
  Here, however, there were some differences. In particular, the Fritzes were better off with aviation: they were not distracted by the Western Front. In the Caucasus, the fascists were stronger and took Grozny and Ordzhonikidze, but were still stopped in the mountains.
  They achieved a little more in Stalingrad, they were able to capture almost the entire city. But Türkiye did not enter the war, thanks to the activities of Soviet intelligence.
  And so the Soviet troops carried out the Stalingrad operation. They created a cauldron. And in the winter they were able to defeat Meinstein and forced the Sixth Army to capitulate.
  So far, everything differed from the main historical line insignificantly. And only Meinstein's counterattack was stronger, so the Germans did not waste their forces on Africa. And the fascists managed not only to recapture Kharkov and Belgorod, but also Kursk.
  In 1943, there was an operational pause. The Germans, having declared total war, were gathering strength, and the Russians were also recovering from their enormous losses. The Germans, of course, feeling more at ease, launched both the "Lion" and the "Maus" into production.
  But the new tanks turned out to be even worse than the Panthers and Tigers. The heavy Lev had a gun that was inferior in rate of fire to the Tiger's gun, although it was more powerful. But why? It was still hard to hit the T-34-76 from a long distance. The Lev, weighing ninety tons, was in fact less effectively armed than the Tiger, weighing fifty-five tons. The Lev's only advantage over the Tiger was its thicker armor on the sides, rear, and front. The T-34 could not penetrate the Lev from any angle.
  But this was offset by the tank's heavy weight, high cost, poor driving characteristics, and low speed. That is, the result was a more expensive vehicle, in fact worse armed, with a formally more powerful gun, and with low speed, with frequent breakdowns. Only the invulnerability of the sides to Soviet 76-mm guns partially compensated for this.
  The "Maus" turned out to be even worse. Heavier, more expensive, with excessive armor on the sides, rear, and front, with an excessively powerful single gun, and a short-barreled high-explosive fragmentation gun that was not entirely clear.
  It is not clear why the "Maus" was created.
  As a breakthrough tank it was very slow, heavy, expensive, for defense "Tiger" and "Panther" were more suitable. Yes "Maus", without a doubt had high protection. Even the sides were 185 mm. But transporting such a tank is a torment.
  Unlike real history, the German project tanks: "Maus" and "Lion", entered production, but the game was not worth the candle. When the Soviet army finally went on the offensive, it became obvious. Hitler had been postponing the offensive in the south to the Caucasus for a long time. There was no Kursk Bulge, since the Germans took the Kursk in March. The Red Army cut off the Rzhev salient, and it became difficult to advance on Moscow. The Germans did not know where to go at all. The front line somehow leveled out. There were no such large salients, in one direction or another.
  And the fascists, of course, were in a quandary. Well, where to turn? Hitler was leaning toward a new offensive on the Caucasus. But he kept postponing the offensive. Waiting for a sufficient number of Tigers, Panthers, Lions, and a little later Mauses, and Tiger-2. The latter tank, by the way, turned out to be similar to the Lion in many ways. Moreover, equal in frontal armor, with a more effective gun. Only the side and rear armor was eighteen millimeters thinner, but also impenetrable due to the slope, for the T-34-76.
  The Germans were able to make a tank lighter and faster than the Lev, and somewhat cheaper. And the Lev immediately found itself at a disadvantage.
  Germany had a large menagerie: "Ferdinands", "Lions", "Tiger", "Tiger"-2, "Panther", "Maus". And also self-propelled guns - "Bumblebee", "Rhinoceros", "Hunter", "Jagdpanther", and so on... A bulky menagerie. And the USSR mainly had T-34-76, but in very large quantities.
  And the battle began... In September, Soviet tanks advanced.
  Then we got a bit bogged down in defense. But in the fall, when the rains started pouring down and impassable roads set in. And especially in winter... Here, "Maus" and "Lev" and "Ferdinand" are not long for this world at all.
  The Germans were routed and were thrown back to the Dnieper. Then beyond the Dnieper. The battles showed the obvious inadequacy of big cats in winter. And although the Third Reich's tank output increased significantly, and was greater than in real history: "Lions" and "Mauses", did not justify themselves, and resources were consumed.
  Things were somewhat better in aviation. The Focke-Wulf, however, did not live up to expectations, as did the newest ME-309. The latter machine was fast, with powerful armament, but worse maneuverability. Again, German speed, armament, and high cost gave in to lightness, maneuverability, and mass production.
  Although ME-309 had three aircraft cannons and four machine guns. And Focke-Wulf had six aircraft cannons. The Germans were slightly better in terms of the number of machines: fortunately, the Allies did not bomb and did not distract from the Eastern Front.
  So the USSR did not yet gain dominance in the skies, but it did cause considerable damage.
  However, in 1944, the jet ME-262 appeared. They have a colossal speed advantage. And unattainable. Powerful weapons, and solid armor providing survivability.
  True, in battles the jet monsters did not show themselves to be too menacing, but it is also difficult to shoot them down. But they often crash themselves.
  By mid-June, the USSR had replenished itself with new T-34-95 and IS-2 tanks. The Germans only had the Panther-2. The new vehicle was armed with an 88-mm cannon, slightly better armor, and retained relatively good driving characteristics.
  Of the propeller-driven aircraft, the more successful TA-152, an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, and the HE-277, a more reliable, high-speed dive bomber, should be noted.
  The front line by the summer of 1944 was approximately the same as at the end of December 1943. The Germans were beaten in the center and Leningrad in the winter. And in the spring they were beaten in Crimea.
  But the summer still had its own problems. The Nazis became stronger, as they received a more advanced machine gun, and this is a really serious problem. There was no Belarusian balcony yet - the Wehrmacht did not retreat to the south as much as in real history. And most importantly, the Germans added a number of tanks. And the "Panthers", the more or less successful "Tiger"-2, and the good self-propelled gun "Jagdpanther", and the modernized T-4, and the powerful "Panther"-2 were produced in huge quantities. The relatively light 25-ton self-propelled gun "Panzer"-4 with a gun from the "Panther" and serious frontal armor was also produced in huge quantities. 80-millimeters of frontal armor at an angle of 45 degrees - this is serious.
  And the Germans had enough fuel: oil came from Libya, and Nigeria, and Cameroon. And this is really serious. And there are many foreign divisions, and Vlasovites appeared. That is, forces are more significant than real history. The unsuccessful "Lion" and "Maus" were taken out of production, and the "Panther"-2 became the best tank of the Second World War. Moreover, in mass production, and with good running characteristics.
  Guderian became the head of the German General Staff, and the quality of combat decisions improved noticeably.
  Stalin ordered the main blow to be delivered in the south. Directly from the Kyiv bridgehead. But here it was not possible to deceive the Germans, they were expecting it. If in real history the blow was in the summer on Belarus, and sudden, then in the alternative, in Ukraine and predictable.
  The German troops, having received the latest MP-44 submachine gun and many machine guns, became much stronger in defense. And Guderian could not be deceived. "Panzer"-4, "Jagdpanther", simply "Panther" and "Panther"-2, turned out to be both massive and successful means of fighting tanks. Especially in the summer, when the weather is good and dry. And the tiger family is not so bad.
  After a series of defeats, the Germans were able to move forward somewhat in the summer.
  And, skillfully defending themselves, they retreated only thirty to forty kilometers, stopping the advance of Soviet troops.
  As it turned out, the T-34-85 is not much better than its predecessor. A slightly more powerful gun, a lower rate of fire, and a smaller supply of shells. And the turret has become larger and easier to hit. But the armor has still not grown enough. "Panthers" can penetrate it. "Panther"-2 and "Jagdpanther", even more so. But the T-34-85's armament is insufficient against German vehicles. Even for the "Panzer"-4, it is not enough to penetrate from the front. And the Germans are stronger. The IS-2 is not as common, and also has many shortcomings, including a lack of protection for the front of the turret and a pointed shell that is sensitive to ricochets.
  The Germans were able to hold out in the summer. But Stalin stubbornly pushed forward. The Soviet troops suffered heavy losses. The attempt to force the Dnieper and capture Kirovograd failed. And here the Germans held out, using new equipment, and maneuverability of troops and powerful fortifications. The summer passed in fierce battles. At the end of August, the Soviet troops tried to advance in the center.
  They concentrated a huge density of artillery on the breakthrough area. But... The Germans abandoned the first two lines of defense and dug in on the third, and again held out. The tactic of making the third line, which the shells couldn't reach, the strongest, paid off.
  The offensive in the Baltics in September also failed. The Fritzes were still able to hold out while the weather was more or less good. But the Red Army suffered significant losses.
  But then came deep autumn, and then frosts. Again stubborn battles and successes of the Soviet army in the south. By the end of March, after several successful operations, they took and reached the borders of Romania. True, they also lost a lot.
  And there was a pause already in 1945. By this time, the Germans had already mastered jet aviation, raising the quality and efficiency of their aircraft. And air supremacy was passing to the Luftwaffe. Hitler also acquired tanks of the E series. In particular, the E-25, a good machine with 120-millimeter frontal armor at an angle of 45 degrees, 80-millimeter side armor, an 88-millimeter cannon, and a weight of thirty tons, with a 700-horsepower engine.
  Yes, the E-25 became the best self-propelled gun and tank destroyer in the world. Surpassing both the Soviet SU-100, especially in frontal armor, and other vehicles.
  The USSR only had the IS-3, a better protected turret front, but a more complex and expensive tank to produce.
  The Germans also had success with the E-100. This vehicle had the armament and protection of the Maus, but weighed much less and had better driving characteristics.
  The Nazis got the best tanks, and the best planes. And machine guns... So in the summer, when the Soviet army was preparing to attack in the center, they themselves attacked from Moldova and Northern Ukraine. And they began to squeeze the front.
  The Germans had become stronger and had many foreign and mixed divisions. The USSR was largely exhausted. Slowly but surely the front was shrinking and the Soviet troops were trapped, but most of them still broke out. The Germans used the tactic of attacking at night, using infrared devices and optical sights.
  The Red Army, for the first time in a long time, lost a significant part of its territory and retreated. That was how the war turned out.
  And this is 1945!
  But the Germans were also unable to exploit their success and got bogged down while trying to break through to Zhitomir. Soviet troops held the front in other directions as well. And in the fall and winter, an offensive was launched in the center, which led to the defeat of the Germans in Belarus and the Red Army's advance to the Vistula.
  By this time, in the spring of 1946, the Germans were completely exhausted. Even the new E-50 tank, superior in its
  +the characteristics of the "Panther"-2 could not help the Fritzes.
  In the summer, Soviet troops cut off and liberated most of the Baltics. And were finally able to reach East Prussia. But they got stuck there. And again until late autumn.
  In the cold season, the blow followed in the direction of Romania. And finally, the fascists collapsed in the Balkans in winter. As a result, by the beginning of April 1947, the front line was at the level of the end of 1944 in the real history of Russia.
  The warm season was approaching. The Germans counted on the E-50, E-75, the more advanced E-100, and the "Royal Lion". Also developments in jet aviation. But this did not help them. The USSR had the T-54, and the IS-7, a tank capable of fighting the German mastodons.
  Hitler was in a panic... The Germans especially wanted to count on their invulnerable disc planes. But this expensive machine did not have enough real effectiveness in battle.
  At the end of May, having built up its strength, the Red Army launched a powerful attack in the center.
  The Germans generally expected an offensive and prepared a strong line of defense, bringing up reserves. However, the frenzied Fuhrer positioned numerous Third Reich tanks too close to the front line. And they came under attack from Soviet artillery.
  The Germans suffered a crushing defeat as a result. And the Soviet tanks were able to reach the Oder. This is the situation that arose. When the Russians had already approached Berlin.
  The Germans tried to resist for some time. They launched counterattacks, broke out of Silesia, tried to ram the Soviet defense in Hungary.
  They even managed to push back the Soviet troops. But it was all useless. After fierce battles, the Red Army reached the lower Oder by the end of July. Things were a little worse in Hungary. The battles were reminiscent of 1945 in real history, but the Germans had much more fuel and ammunition. Even after losing Romania, they used the oil of Libya, Nigeria and Cameroon. And they attacked much more energetically... The first pyramidal tanks appeared, distinguished by excellent protection...
  The Nazis broke through to Budapest, but were unable to take the city itself. The Soviet army held out and launched a counterattack with a flanking envelopment. It moved from the south and from the north, enveloping. Fierce battles unfolded.
  The fascists fought stubbornly, but in early August they found themselves in a cauldron. Hitler's stubborn unwillingness to withdraw his troops played a negative role. By the end of August, the Red Army had liberated Vienna. Königsberg had also fallen. Soviet troops had captured Bratislava.
  In September, everything was ready for the assault on Berlin. But Stalin hesitated. The Red Army fought better in winter and late autumn in the impassable conditions. So, to assault the city or wait.
  September was spent in battles in the east of Yugoslavia and on the Greek islands. Stalin finished off the Fritzes in the Balkans. And finally, on October 15, the Berlin operation began.
  The Soviet troops used searchlights and were able to disorganize the enemy's defense. At the cost of great losses, the Red Army overcame the Seelow Heights. And Berlin was surrounded. Hitler fled to Bonn, and von Bock was left to defend the city. The Soviet troops stormed the city, but were unable to take it by November 7. Berlin fell only on November 12... The Soviet troops suffered enormous losses and stopped. But an offensive began in the south, the Red Army entered northern Italy, occupying the Venetian region.
  December arrived... Soviet troops launched an offensive on Prague, finally liberating Czechoslovakia.
  The Nazis were already running out of steam. Only pyramidal tanks remained their last trump card. In addition to excellent protection from all angles, they also provided good driving characteristics.
  Thanks to them, the fascists were able to repel the attempts of the Soviet troops to force the Elbe at the end of January and the beginning of February. But the Soviet troops went on the offensive in the direction of Munich and entered the south of Germany. Both February and March were spent in very stubborn battles. Munich, Bavaria, and some other lands ended up under the control of the USSR. April was a little calmer. But in the middle of the month, the Red Army moved on Rome. The battles lasted more than two months, and the capital of Italy fell.
  In May, an offensive began on Germany's most important industrial region in the Ruhr. The Germans resisted desperately. The pyramid tank showed its superiority on the battlefield. This machine is indeed the best, and even the T-54 gave in to them, and the IS-7 did not show superiority. But it is not only aviation that wins wars. And finally, by the end of July and the beginning of August 1948, the Ruhr was under the control of the Red Army. In September, Hamburg fell, and Soviet troops landed in Sicily. The remnants of the fascist troops retreated beyond the Rhine. But in France, Belgium, and Holland, an anti-fascist uprising broke out. And foreign divisions mutinied. In October and November, the fascists were trivially finished off. Until December 12, the pitiful remnants of Hitler's troops capitulated. Hitler himself tried to escape, but the submarine on which the former dictator was hiding was discovered in the waves of the Atlantic Ocean on December 17, 1948 and sunk. Thus, the final fat point was put in the Second World War.
  
  PRINCE IN CAPTIVITY
  As if he were a prince who was captured and cruel torture awaited him.
  And you yourself are sitting on a chain, your hands and feet are shackled. Your bare feet are numb, your boots are taken away, and the cell is cold and damp. And the rats are squeaking, and you are fed only once a day with bread and water.
  At the very first interrogation, when the boy prince was hoisted up on the rack, the chief prince began to yell at the prince:
  - He wanted to rise above us all and seize the throne!
  Oleg spat on the prince from above and calmly said:
  - I'm already taller than you, idiot!
  The prince became furious and began to beat the boy on his bare feet with an iron rod.
  The crippled prince squeezed out of himself, without revealing the pain:
  - You're a nasty jackal. You're taking bread from the executioners. You're already drooling.
  When the unconscious boy was brought to his senses by pouring a bucket of ice water over him, the first thing he asked was:
  - The boyar didn't die?
  After which they hanged him up again and beat him with a whip. True, this time it was made of willow.
  The prince was very proud of himself, but his bruised legs hurt a lot, and several fingers of the child's limbs were broken.
  Then they tortured him with water. The executioner forced him to open his mouth and inserted a funnel. Then they started pouring cold water into him. The prince didn't think it would be so painful and unpleasant. All his insides were swollen, about to burst. They stopped him, though, and Oleg vomited violently. Then they hoisted him up on the rack again, beat him with a whip again, and burned his bare heels with a thin twig.
  Then they tried hooks and pierced the nerve nodes with needles. Then they roasted the heels again with a brazier. He put the iron to his chest and stretched him on the rack. They lifted him up and shook him three times. And they flogged him again.
  They tortured the boy half to death. But they achieved nothing. The pain from the constant beatings and tortures engulfed his entire being and became dull.
  The last time Oleg was tortured with water, having his light head shaved. Also a cruel torture. On one side they dripped on the crown of his head, and on the other a brazier roasted his heels. It was good that they hadn't invented it yet. But they did torture him, and for a very long time.
  But they achieved nothing. After which the tortures temporarily stopped. To execute a child even in the Middle Ages was considered something too cruel. And torture according to custom also had a limit, and it is impossible to torture the victim to death. So the prince sat in the dungeon for now, all shackled. Despite this, he tried to move and regain his strength by clinking his chains, and his young, strong body quickly healed wounds, cuts, ulcers, bruises, even those corroded by salt. After all, everything heals on a young man like on a dog.
  Besides that, the jailer's daughter fed the prince a little. She brought him apples, boiled eggs, sausages, fried legs. She whispered:
  - Gather strength, freedom will come!
  And the prince ate, saved up his strength, shook the chains so that his body would not become lazy and fat. And more and more energy was gathering in him. And he did not want to die. And he even began to file the chains. How? Very simple, he rubbed the links against each other. This is not a bad idea. The more the executioners forgot about him, and the jailers only brought him food once a day. The girl did not have the keys, but she passed the food through the window, with a special fishing rod.
  Oleg believed that he would soon escape. And so the links of the chains were sawed through. And so the prince caught the moment when the jailers opened the door to bring a basin of water and stale bread. Give him a ration so that the prince would not be able to starve, but so that he would not have the strength.
  And the boy hit the jailer. And ran... And the girl promised to take him past the guards... The naked boy threw on the clothes of a low-ranking servant that the girl had brought. Ordinary work clothes. Only without shoes, to make less noise. However, the weather was still warm, and many boys and especially girls in service did without shoes. And the prince's hair had already grown out. His face had not been disfigured by torture, and the scars on his body were barely noticeable, the blisters had disappeared from the soles of his feet, so he did not particularly stand out. An ordinary, though very pretty boy, with a light hedgehog hairstyle.
  Oleg went out with the girl, beyond the castle. Well, the girl quite logically noted that the fugitives would be searched for, and it was high time to leave this country, running abroad. And it was better to do this by buying good horses and a rich fee.
  Oleg answered honestly:
  - Where can I get money? Rob someone?
  The girl answered with a smile:
  - And in the family treasury?
  Oleg guessed that it was probably no accident that his escape had been so suspiciously easy. And that the girl hadn't been feeding him out of the kindness of her heart. Yes, that was smart. Gain her trust and find out the secret. Oh well, he was a prince, a person of royal blood, and therefore not so simple.
  The boy answered in a whisper:
  - You know, the family treasury is not in the city at all. We are not so naive as to keep the empire's treasures there. We need to leave the capital.
  The girl agreed:
  - It's probably safer in the forest!
  And they went around the city outpost and made their way through the settlement and moved further into the mountains. At first the prince liked to walk barefoot, but especially outside the city, the road was prickly with stones. And the soles that were no longer accustomed to him began to burn. The jailer's daughter was poorer, and it was more familiar to her. But it was also unpleasant, she was used to walking more on the city's smooth tiles. When they entered the forest it became a little easier. But it was still not easy to be barefoot, every bump, every twig, every lump could be felt. But the prince tolerated the brazier and tolerated the soles that were knocked down by the stones. The girl took some food with her, so it would be enough for the time being. At night, it was already a bit chilly - summer had already passed the top of the head. So the boy and the girl slept hugging each other.
  But gradually they moved away from the capital and went deeper into the forests and mountains.
  The likelihood that search parties will find them has decreased, but another threat has appeared - wild wolves!
  The unarmed boy and girl even had to climb a tree and drive away the wolves with pine cones.
  Then the prince decided to get a little closer to the residential areas. The calculation was based on the fact that the poor, thin, dirty children would not be suspected of being the runaway son of kings.
  Moreover, the girl knew how to juggle and taught the talented prince a little. And they passed for poor circus performers.
  In general, the calculation was justified. They were looking for the prince, and the horsemen were riding, but there were many poor orphans, and a couple got lost among them. Besides, the children did not wash themselves on purpose, and were dirty. And there were no photographs then. And try to recognize the descendant of the formidable kings from the portraits.
  The prince and the girl sang along the way, sometimes worked. They chopped wood, carried water. And moved south, where it was warmer. Their bare feet quickly became rough and got used to the cold and stress. So they gradually crossed the border. And moved through the mountains to Italy. On the one hand, it is quite warm there, even in winter you can live in the south. But you have to walk through the mountains, already in the fall, when it is so cold. And the roads are rocky.
  The prince and the girl were naturally strong and did not catch colds. They walked and walked. Oleg even thought that his friend was like Gerda - resilient, strong, selfless. Maybe he was wrong to suspect her? What if she was an honest girl? But in any case, God protects those who take care of themselves.
  But they reached the highest mountains. And they had to walk barefoot in the snow. Even for the children's soles, as hardened as the leather of boots, it was very painful and unpleasant. Especially if you walk through snowdrifts for a long time. It became a real torture. The children's bare feet were first red like geese's feet. Then they began to turn blue, and only speed saved them. The children walked continuously, with all their strength left. They encouraged their friend and did not stop. Although their feet ached terribly from the cold and fatigue. But the mountain peak was conquered. A little more effort, the snow ended, the children literally flew into a haystack. It was warm there and they could sleep.
  And then it was easier to go. Autumn had just begun, and the lower the prince and the girl went, the warmer it was. So they entered the village, sang, got some food. And moved further south.
  Now their roughened feet are literally in bliss. Here they are on the plain, where it is still warm.
  The prince realized that they would not die of hunger, to be more precise. And they were relatively safe in Italy. They could go further south, running away from the winter, or they could settle down as a servant here. But the prince decided to go to Naples. The kingdom there was rich, and most importantly, they didn"t know him there. And he and the girl would settle down in the courtyard. Fortunately, they spoke Italian quite well.
  The boy and the girl walked and stomped barefoot to Naples. There, a boy prince, who was quite skilled with a sword and a bow, got a job as a squire to one of the knights, but that's another story.
  . CHAPTER #5.
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  SAMURAI ATTACK IN 1941
  Here, for example, is how the Second World War could have developed - if the samurai had opened a front in the Far East back in July 1941!
  Here is an alternative version: already on June 22, 1941, Hirohito announces a general mobilization in Japan. Japan is not very strong economically, but has a population of 100 million, only in the metropolis, not counting the colonial possessions, and a high level of pre-conscription training. It can field ground forces quite comparable to the Third Reich in infantry. Therefore, Hitler counted very much on this front.
  Although the major successes in the very first months of the war gave the Germans the illusion that they could manage on their own. But the Germans did not need the Far East! They had already conquered lands several times larger than the territory of Germany in 1937, before the Anschluss of Austria.
  In short, the war developed until July 22, 1941, as in real history, and exactly one month after the German aggression, having completed mobilization, bringing the army to 7 million people - proportionate to the number of the Wehrmacht and the number of its group in Manchuria to 4 million - the Land of the Rising Sun attacked the USSR.
  The war began without provocations, immediately in the style of Hitler himself. But there was a pretext: the non-settlement of borders with Mongolia. And the main blow was delivered by the samurai to Mongolia. Soviet troops had already been partially transferred to the West, and continued to be transferred. And they had to be urgently turned back.
  Stalin found himself in a very difficult situation. The enemy had already captured Smolensk and was close to Moscow, and reserves were needed in the east...
  Under these conditions, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief made a decision to withdraw troops beyond the Dnieper and strengthen the defense in the center, while the troops in Mongolia were reinforced with reserves in order to prevent the Japanese from breaking up the Soviet front.
  And he decided to surrender Kyiv... But such a move had its drawbacks. Now Hitler could no longer waste time and effort on turning to the south, but continue the offensive in the center. And the selected and full-blooded, professional divisions were no longer transferred from the Far East. And part of the wax reinforcements had to be sent in the direction of the numerous and brave samurai troops.
  Japan has a lot of infantry. It is weak in tanks, self-propelled guns and transport, but the ground forces are well trained and samurai-like brave! The offensive was not stopped immediately, and only with the help of counterattacks. The USSR tank forces cut through the enemy, but they themselves suffered significant losses.
  Japan dominated the sea, blocking Soviet ports. The samurai also had an advantage in the air. The Western Front took a lot of energy, and besides, the quality of Japan's aviation was quite high. And the Zero fighter was the most maneuverable in the world. So they could easily crush the samurai in the sky. This partially compensated for the weakness in tanks.
  In addition, the Japanese were not afraid to strap grenades to themselves and throw themselves under Soviet vehicles, causing significant damage.
  The samurai captured Ulan Bator, but then they were able to be held back in places and pushed back in places. But the German offensive on Moscow in August turned out to be too dangerous. The Germans were able to bypass the capital of the USSR from the north and south and create a cauldron.
  Moscow's defenses have not yet been consolidated, the reserves are scattered, and winter has not yet arrived.
  Stalin, of course, fled to Kuibyshev. He did not remain in the ring. But Molotov, together with Zhukov, led the defense. It is not so easy to take such a large city by storm, especially with hundreds of thousands of militiamen.
  The Germans, waging cautious battles on the approaches to the capital of Russia, simultaneously tried to develop an offensive both to the south and to Leningrad. Lenin's city was blockaded, and in the south the Fritzes had already extended communications in order to reach Stalingrad. But the Nazis took Voronezh and advanced to Kharkov and Rostov. The battles dragged on until Winter. Moscow remained blockaded, and famine began there. And the Germans got bogged down near Sevastopol.
  The Red Army did not have the strength to launch a counteroffensive. But the Nazis' unpreparedness for winter affected their combat capability. The attempt to unblock Moscow was almost successful, but the lack of ammunition and the large gap between the fronts prevented success.
  The capital, suffering terrible hunger and deprivation, held out until May... Hitler failed to end the war in 1941, but the offensive continued in 1942. The US was passive and did not intervene in the war. Britain achieved limited success in Libya and came under a strong counterattack from Rommel.
  This time the Germans succeeded in their offensive in the Caucasus. The loss of the Red Army's fighting spirit after the capture of Moscow and the ravaging of Leningrad, and the new offensive of the Japanese, who learned quickly and had already copied the T-34 tank, had an effect. And the front line was closer to the Baku oil field than in real history. And of course, after the fall of Moscow, Turkey also entered the war on the side of the Third Reich.
  Stalin stubbornly refused to make peace. Molotov died together with Zhukov in Moscow. Beria was a supporter of reaching an agreement with the Nazis at any cost. He baited the already sick Stalin and took his place.
  But peace was not easy to conclude. Hitler wanted Russian lands all the way to the Urals. And the Japanese had no less ambitions.
  Britain fought without the USA... They were able, taking advantage of the fact that the fascists were neglecting Africa too much, to defeat the Nazis near El-Aman in October and November. But this turned out to be their last victory.
  Enraged, Hitler ordered large forces to be transferred to the continent. Having gained numerical superiority over the British, Rommel defeated Montgomery and again entered Egypt, and then captured it.
  After Stalin's death, the Eastern Front fell into complete disarray. Beria lacked authority, and the front commanders increasingly demanded independence.
  Churchill, realizing that now the Third Reich with its satellites and Japan could indeed fall upon him, tried to make peace. But Germany sharply tightened its demands.
  In the winter of 1943, the Germans entered Iraq, captured Kuwait, and then the entire Middle East. Hitler was already planning to capture all of Britain's possessions in Africa. He no longer wanted anything less.
  At the same time, in February, as in real history, total war was declared. Many new divisions were needed, and for the occupation too. Even taking into account that local legions and police battalions, garrisons were being formed.
  In 1943, the Germans continued their offensive against the Red Army. They managed to capture Kazan and then reach Sverdlovsk. But winter caught Germany in Siberia.
  And gradually the Nazis took Africa under their control. They were hampered by natural obstacles, huge distances, and the lack of roads. But Britain was losing the war. Including the submarine war. Wolf packs gradually sank almost all the English ships.
  1944 was a critical year for England. Submarine warfare, then ballistic missile attacks. The loss of the last colonies in Africa and India. Beria's capitulations and the continuation of the guerrilla war under Rokossovsky's command.
  And of course the US's wait-and-see policy. The isolationists' positions only strengthened after the Axis victories. Why bother with war if they don't touch you?
  And the enemy, on the contrary, is very strong... In any case, egoistic pragmatism won. Maybe not too smart. True, the Americans were developing an atomic bomb just in case. But strangely enough, the absence of war slowed down the process of its creation, and did not speed it up. Although it seemed that it should be the other way around: after all, there are much more funds and free resources.
  However, in peacetime, the US economy worked worse than during the war and, what is important, the funding for the Manhattan project was significantly cut. There were enough peacetime programs. And Roosevelt went too far left and began to implement health care reform and many ruinous social programs.
  Or maybe it was in vain... Britain was on the brink of defeat...
  In 1945, the landing of troops and the capture of the metropolis finally took place... But the Second World War did not end there. Hitler, intoxicated with victory, and controlling practically all the resources of the Old World together with Japan, decided: the USA is a dangerous competitor and they must be defeated.
  So it wasn"t possible to sit it out overseas!
  The Fuhrer's plan envisaged joining the war against the USA and Latin American countries. But for now the war with the last Dominion of Britain - Canada - was continuing. It was to Canada that Churchill's government, who considered himself the head of Britain, was evacuated.
  Well, in England, a completely legitimate, previously deposed monarch was put on the throne. Only he actually became a puppet, under the control of a Gauleiter appointed by the Fuhrer.
  America's passivity allowed the Third Reich, by defeating and occupying Canada, to create a large foothold for itself in the New World.
  Truman tried his best to avoid a war with a powerful coalition of fascist states. Especially since the US had not risked fighting the Axis powers when the Soviet Union and Britain were still holding out, now there was even less reason to do so.
  Hitler was in no hurry either. It was necessary to digest the new, very vast possessions, to form police and shock divisions under the command of Germans, consisting of foreigners.
  Just to control the occupied territories, millions of new soldiers were needed.
  Almost all workers were drafted into the army, except for those who could not be replaced by foreigners. Also, all male overseers joined the Wehrmacht and the SS. German women and teenagers were put in charge of the foreigners. And the Wehrmacht itself recruited people as young as fourteen. Several auxiliary divisions were created. Women pilots and women snipers already numbered in the tens of thousands.
  The entire construction battalion, drivers and other hiwis became foreigners. And corps and legions of foreigners of all stripes were formed first under the patronage of the SS, and then the Wehrmacht. Including even blacks were not disdained to be used as cannon fodder.
  In 1946, the invasion of Canada began. By this time, the Nazis were already producing large quantities of the new generation "E" tanks and jet aircraft.
  Ballistic missiles and incredibly fast, maneuverable disc-shaped aircraft also entered serial production.
  As well as effective night vision devices, and even something similar to the world's first thermal imagers - even if this is still a bulky weapon.
  That is, Canada, which the United States, fearing to anger the Germans, practically did not help, could not counter with anything.
  Only the country's geographical location - overseas - allowed the agony to be drawn out for several months, instead of the traditional blitzkrieg. But of course, even this was not enough for the Third Reich.
  After capturing Quebec and Toronto, and everything else, Hitler gave the order to amass forces for an attack on the United States. He wanted to repeat the blitzkrieg characteristic of France and partly the USSR.
  The fascists were preparing to strike and were digging in in America.
  On May 1, 1947, Operation Big Eagle began. The Germans tried to take another step towards world domination. But the Americans were able to create a fairly powerful and deeply echeloned line of defense in a short period of time. And their people were full of desire to fight for the independence of the country, to prevent total and humiliating slavery.
  The blitzkrieg did not work out. The battles became protracted and fierce. But the Nazis, albeit slowly, advanced. During the first month of fighting, they broke through an average of fifty to one hundred and fifty kilometers, breaking through the front line of defense.
  The Americans were very good at shooting, and they had a large population, well armed and trained to handle weapons from childhood. So the expectation that the US would instantly break did not come true.
  The truth is that the Pershing tank, and especially the outdated Sherman, were no match for the Third Reich's main pyramidal tank, the E-50. The Pershing, weighing 42 tons, had a 90-millimeter gun with an initial projectile velocity of 810 meters per second, and 102-millimeter frontal armor. And the German mastodon E-50, weighing 65 tons, had a 105-millimeter gun with an initial projectile velocity of 1,300 meters per second, and 250-millimeter frontal armor, and 200-millimeter side and rear armor. Moreover, the pyramidal shape of the tank ensured a high level of rational armor slope when firing from any angle. Thus, the Pershing had no chance of penetrating the E-50 even when firing point-blank.
  Of course, the most mass-produced American tank "Sherman" has even weaker armament. And the 76-mm gun of the "Sherman", even the E-25 is not dangerous from any angle, and the E-10 can only penetrate the side.
  Well, the E-50 is the most common German tank, it can penetrate a Pershing and a Sherman from five kilometers with a guarantee.
  The E-25 has slightly weaker armament (88mm cannon), but it can also take out a Sherman from three and a half kilometers, and a Pershing from about three.
  There is a heavier modification of the Sherman with 152 mm armor. But it has poor cross-country ability, weighs 38 tons, and still the E-50 takes from four kilometers with a guarantee, and the E-50 from one and a half to two kilometers.
  Of the non-serial American vehicles, only the T-93 can conduct at least some semblance of a head-on battle and butting heads with the Germans. This vehicle has 305-millimeter frontal armor and a 155-millimeter gun. But to drive a 93-ton tank... And what kind of a tank is it if it doesn't have a rotating turret. The T-93 is more likely a self-propelled gun, with zero driving characteristics. An 800-horsepower engine is clearly not enough for such a weight.
  The German E-50 has a 1200 horsepower engine and its turret makes a full rotation in 9 seconds!
  But the T-93 is not a production vehicle... There is a production self-propelled gun with a 155-mm long-barreled gun nicknamed "Big Tom". It can penetrate a German on the E-50, but it is too vulnerable to fascist fire.
  So in the area of tank building, the Wehrmacht is head and shoulders above the Pentagon. In aviation, the US is also behind in quality, but has quantity, as in tanks. But the Third Reich and Japan, having such huge resources, can take it in numbers.
  The US has no comparable opponent for some types of weapons. For example, ballistic missiles. They are now improved and can fly thousands of kilometers and carry up to eight tons of explosives. Including nuclear weapons.
  Several nuclear reactors have already been built and are operating in the Third Reich. The creation of a bomb is not far off.
  Partly, Hitler's cold attitude slowed down the nuclear program. But the Americans are not far behind. Moreover, the US has only one such reactor in operation, while the Third Reich has six and four more under construction. So the fascists have much more opportunity to move on to serial production of nuclear weapons.
  And the Wehrmacht's ballistic missiles have already learned to be aimed quite accurately. For this, special wings and gas jets are used.
  But the most dangerous weapon, whose nature is shrouded in mystery, was the Third Reich's flying discs. In 1947, their speed was 8-10 times greater than the speed of sound. And most importantly, these glowing flying saucers are absolutely invulnerable to all types of small arms.
  So, it is impossible to penetrate them. And this means that such weapons have an irresistible moral effect on any army.
  The laminar jet knocks down shells and bullets, carries away particle streams, and during flight the flying saucer is invulnerable.
  But the initial attempt to break the enemy by storm failed. The Germans and Japanese suffered serious losses and abandoned the advance. But the offensive began in the south. Fierce battles unfolded for the Isthmus of Panama and further north to Nicaragua. The Japanese and the coalition of Latin American dictatorships were advancing from the south. But their armies will be weaker in quality. Although perhaps greater in number. The samurai are using the Chinese as cannon fodder.
  There are many warriors in the Celestial Empire and they are unusually brave. Although they do not fight very effectively, they are not very effective.
  In August 1947, the battle moved to Costa Rica and spread to the south of Mexico.
  Here the four warrior girls decided to work with swords. More precisely, the Gods-demiurges took the order for them in this alternative universe. And so Zoya, Victoria, Nadezhda and Elena - a quartet of terminators settled down next to the Japanese-Chinese troops.
  Mexico is divided. Some have gone with the US, and some have joined the Axis powers. The backbone of the forces opposing the coalition of dictatorial regimes is made up of Americans. The US position resembles a strategic squeeze from the north and south. If Mexico falls, then America will find itself in complete isolation.
  There is a temporary calm in the north, except for Alaska, which is under attack by the Nazis. Much of this territory, once purchased from Tsarist Russia, has already been captured by the Nazis and their foreign legions.
  It is clear that Alaska is completely isolated and it is almost impossible to hold it. But the Americans are fighting heroically and do not want to give up their Fatherland. Especially since the fascists treat their captives very cruelly.
  And in the south, the battles are in full swing - the Japanese and others like them are trying to capture as much territory as possible. And the warriors, on the orders of the Russian Gods-demiurges, decided to help the USA a little.
  Here they are wandering along the high-mountain Mexican trail. So their task is not to save the USA, but to simply drag out the war, the four warriors can admire nature, and between them goes, this... chatter.
  Elena the Wise, bouncing her bare heels on the sharp stones, asked the destroyer Victoria:
  - And what kind of weapon is this... With such a scary name - Hypernuclear Bomb?
  Chernobog's daughter whistled shrilly through her nostrils and looked around. It was obvious that the Red Devil herself was scared. And she answered barely audibly:
  - It's such a thing... That can transform entire universes into the most terrible underworld, annihilate billions of galaxies at once, and even create a cool danger for the Gods-demiurges!
  Helen the Wise repeated admiringly:
  - The hypernuclear bomb is a phenomenal supercosmic force!
  And after that the girl, daughter of Svarog, jumped up and performed a triple somersault. Her bare, tanned legs with graceful muscles spun in the air. Nadezhda threw several pebbles at once with her long graceful fingers. Elena spun again, taking the blows with her round heels. The pebbles flew past as if they were bullets and hit the heads of the samurai reconnaissance squad. Seven Japanese: not at all evil, but rather even funny, were defeated under their noses. Their shards cracked, and their cork helmets warped.
  Victoria whistled and appeared clearly displeased:
  - You killed them... But I'm the real killer!
  Elena shook her blue hair and cooed:
  - Chernobog is not a murderer, but... a strict teacher!
  Victoria was about to answer, when a wave of memories rolled over her... More precisely, a vision. Hypertheonuclear weapons... How such a bomb flared up... Hypertheowaves passed with the speed of a trillion to a trillionth of the power of light... And those in the universe who were annihilated, they can be considered lucky. Sextillions of stars, and stellar worlds at once, doubled over in pain. The luminaries and planets became uglier than the heads of the most terrible shaitans, and the most monstrous insects and rats that one can imagine ran across them, tormenting living people and intelligent beings.
  And then the entire universe turned out to be a hyperplasmic hell, forcing every cell, every particle of the body of a living organism to suffer and torment. A real underworld of universal proportions cubed.
  And then it did this with the planets and stars.... Even the merciless Victoria screamed in fear from the memory... From her pale lips flew:
  - Hypernuclear weapons are the weapons of Doomsday!
  Belobog's daughter Zoya also felt something extremely cruel and cold, as if she was on the edge of a black hole. She also saw how animals, against which rats are quite cute creatures, gnaw human flesh, and how fangs-tentacles dig into the brain.
  Zoya turned very pale and, hesitating, timidly suggested:
  - Let's put a taboo on all talk about hypernuclear weapons!
  Here some devil pulled Victoria, the merciless daughter of Chernobog, by the tongue:
  - I have something even stranger - a hypernuclear weapon!
  After these words, the fiery devil turned very pale, and her limbs gave way. The girl with the red-orange hair collapsed, and her bare feet dangled in the air. Victoria's round, pink heels were suddenly covered in a scattering of blisters, and the smell of burnt meat spread through the air.
  The other warriors also jumped up, the sharp pebbles of the rocky ridge, on which their bare girlish feet fearlessly stepped, suddenly became a thousand times hotter than the blazing coals. The soles of their feet were scorched and the girls, like bunnies, briskly jumped up, trying to lift their bodies higher.
  This is really a nasty, nasty pain all over the body. Victoria broke the unspoken taboo: not to mention in vain such a thing as: Hyper-supernuclear weapon. Truly, one Hyper-supernuclear bomb is capable of destroying and turning into the most monstrous of monstrous nightmares, not only universes, but hyperuniverses, and even posing a threat to the existence of not only the demiurge Gods, but also the Overgods.
  Very much so - more terrible than the most terrible weapon. It was not for nothing that the supergirls jumped up from his utterance, as if scalded by hyperplasma.
  But they were not the only ones who suffered. How the entire Japanese-Chinese regiment howled, or rather three regiments with tanks and self-propelled guns! The yellow, narrow-eyed soldiers were suddenly thrown up by the gravoplasm, and the small, box-like samurai tanks were heated almost to white heat. The soldiers in them were roasted alive, what a merciless death overtook them.
  And the rest of the Japanese and Chinese had their feet charred along with their boots, and everything burned up to their necks. And they hadn't died yet, but were suffering cruelly from monstrous, absolutely unbearable pain. These guys were so unlucky. They experienced the consequences of using various levels of theoyader, and were horrified by the consequences! It turned out that this was not it at all... But only incomparably smaller than the googulka nose, which is actually there
  Hypernuclear weapon!
  Fifteen thousand Chinese and Japanese soldiers died immediately or were dying painfully for several more minutes. And the girls, whose heels were badly scalded, ran to the nearest stream.
  But instead of cold water, their reddened and covered with small and medium blisters legs were met with boiling water. And the boiling water at the stream was unusually steep, which is not the case with ordinary water. So in addition to their legs, the girls also scalded their almost naked breasts and their luxurious, strong thighs.
  Even the rocks melted and shattered, the planet shook.
  The four of them started dancing and jumping faster than the savages from the Tumba-Yumba tribe. And the girls were already in pain.
  Instead of screaming, Victoria just went and sang at the top of her lungs;
  Pain is not scary, believe it,
  Because our Motherland is in our hearts!
  We are running on a hot tape,
  Or in the snow - cold lollipops!
    
  Believe me, you can't break the iron girls,
  Stalin's great enthusiasm lives in them...
  Along the winter roads, snow-white,
  Let's go hiking barefoot!
    
  We fight for the Fatherland zealously,
  We believe that we can win!
  Past the island in the Buyan channel,
  We cannot break the pure thread of life!
    
  I served Chernobog zealously,
  He is not evil, just very strict...
  And I dedicate an ode to Him,
  Because he is the Immortal God!
    
  Under the leadership of Belobog, people
  Do good deeds!
  And we will be our own judges,
  From churches to the nearest village!
    
  Everything is beautiful if Lada is with us,
  Gives clean air and love!
  Veles walks with powerful horns,
  Sheds blood generously in battle!
    
  Svarog himself, also a mighty warrior,
  The gunsmith nicknamed Hermes...
  A man is worthy of recognition,
  For him, the White God has risen!
    
  And the peals of Perun can be heard,
  Gives his strong, menacing voice...
  Tremble, you vile enemies,
  The great family will repay you for your evil!
    
  We will receive a reward in heaven,
  Know that there is no one equal to her,
  Even if sometimes there is no way to deal with enemies,
  Let's greet the great dawn with joy!
    
  It will be wonderful for us in the universe,
  We will conquer all quasars at once...
  And with great and imperishable glory,
  The brave cherub will illuminate us!
    
  Almighty God our Father-
  He ordered to defend the Fatherland,
  Let us enclose ourselves in His embrace...
  He was a plebeian, but now he is in the sky - You know!
  And the consequences of Victoria"s careless word spread over hundreds of kilometers, gradually weakening as they moved away from the epicenter.
  In particular, where soldiers were killed immediately, where they were scalded, and at a great distance, simply melted heels. Those who were barefoot suffered as if their heels were seared with a red-hot iron. Tank tracks received severe damage, even at a distance of a thousand miles. Many planes lost control in the air and crashed, and those that stood dejectedly on airfields - trivially broke.
  The wings were especially fragile. They went slap, slap...
  American troops also suffered. Especially many B-29s, the "super fortress" bomber, were out of action. Of course, this is a serious blow to the combat capability of the US Army. Moreover, the girls ended up only in the insignificant Japanese rear.
  Thus, from the very beginning, the goal of slowing down the invasion of the "Great Yellow Army" from the south was in question. The girls twitched in pain and danced, as if they were entangled in a web of lightning discharge.
  Belobog's daughter Zoya tried to figure out how to get rid of this cocoon and free the girls from it?
  Belobog is all that is good and bright in the universe. For the offspring of the Supreme God of Gods, the Ancestor, Rod, is in two fundamental hypostases: light and darkness, good and evil! Moreover, this division is not absolute. Both Belobog and his servants use violence and punish the guilty. And Chernobog generously rewards his devoted servants and is able to heal illnesses, build and create, either personally or with the help of his followers.
  Many demiurge gods carry a part of both good and evil. Moreover, the concept of good is conditional - relative. As is the evil itself... For example, if a person runs to the abyss, and you push him away and break his arm: what have you done to him? Both evil and good in one bottle, or evil in the name of good!
  In this regard, the Hyperuniverse is structured quite simply and at the same time complexly. The One Supreme God is also a Name - His Rod, Rod-Giver, Supreme. Hindus worshiped Rod as the Supreme or Vishi. Later, however, were added: Brahma - symbolizing Belobog, and Shiva - close to Chernobog.
  But Nadkoschey - the creation of Chernobog is a real evil similar to the Hindu Kali. And it was his carnivorous genius that led to the creation of the Hypernuclear weapon... And this weapon was already used and was effective.
  And such a thing as the Hyper-Non-Theonuclear Property of Annihilation is completely taboo! If you blurt it out once, you and others will get it in the horns!
  And if only by the horns!
  Zoya quietly whispered to Helen the Wise:
  - We need a Hypermagic Emitter!
  The most technical of the warriors winked at her friend and barked:
  - Let the Hypermagic Emitter work!
  And then she playfully added, savoring the words:
  - And the Hypertheomagic Emitter too!
  After which a miracle happened - the threads of the web fell down, the rocky ridge clinked, and fragments of stones rained down.
  The supergirls got rid of their death clothes and giggled shrilly... It turned out really great!
  To be continued...
  
  TRUMP VS CORONAVIRUS
  ANNOTATION
  US President Donald Trump died of Coronavirus. And the almighty Goddess of Gods Emmanuel sent him into the universe inside the king of Coronaviruses. There he moved into the body of the great leader and future prophet of the new world religion. Donald Trump gathers an army, confidently fights for the throne and creates a new religion.
  . PROLOGUE
  Donald Trump, as a young man, was now forced to kneel before the Almighty Mother of Gods Emmanuel. And kiss this beauty's bare feet. Which, however, is more of a pleasure than a humiliation.
  Young Trump kissed the eternally youthful girl with a hairstyle that shone with all the colors of the rainbow and said:
  - I am glad to serve you forever, Goddess of Gods!
  Emmanuel nodded and grabbed the young president's nose with her bare fingers and tugged, growling:
  - Be my slave! And then humanity will have a chance to be saved! The first artifact - a mouse, you got! The second is a bull! And you will have to experience adventures in another world... Where my only begotten Son Sphero Catastrophes will send you.
  Donald the young man answered with a sad smile:
  - Well then? I'm ready!
  Here a blond boy in shorts appeared. It was as if he was descending through the air on an invisible ladder. With each step, the bare feet of the demiurge boy thundered, as if a giant sledgehammer was hitting iron.
  Donald Trump winced. The harmless boy, who looked about thirteen, was Satan himself and the Father of Universal Evil. But he looked more cheerful and carefree than evil.
  The Devil Boy suddenly appeared next to Trump and grabbed his chin with his bare toes and threw him into the air.
  The young president spun around in the atmosphere like a top.
  And Sphero Katastrofov laughed and answered:
  - I am the Father of evil, and Satan himself!
  And the boy bounced like a ball across the surface of the planet, which had grown in size. And Trump continued to spin. He was tossed about like a feather in the air.
  It looked pretty funny. Although the former US president was in no mood for laughing.
  Yes, it is a very extravagant way of fighting for world domination, when you are swirled by air waves, what is the Devil-teenager. Although perhaps the Sphero of Catastrophes is older than the sun.
  Suddenly Donald Trump's spinning stopped. And he found himself on a firmer surface. The Demiurge Girl shouted at her Satan-Son.
  - Well, take it easy, I don"t want to hurt the president, even if he"s a former one.
  The goddess, casting a glance at the planet from which the soul of the US President and Doctor of Financial Sciences Donald Trump returned, recorded in her multi-hyperteoplasmic head, various kinds of movements. She clicked her bare toes, a transformation occurred, bristling with steel spikes of the armada. How many flashes, deaths and bloody fountains are thrown out by a flock of hyenas that have escaped from the red-hot hypertitanium cells of Hades - huge and blazing with energy. The Creator of worlds and the One Who gave birth to the Devil of all universes, the almighty joker Sphero Katastrofova, with pleasure clicked her tongue, long as a whip and shimmering with rubies, that flew out of her mouth:
  - This time, you managed to play the game in favor of your bet in the holy fight against the Coronavirus. Before that, the chances of America and all of humanity to defeat the Coronavirus were only decreasing. - The Creator Girl grinned unkindly, as if the goddess Kali was dissatisfied with the sacrifice. - I especially liked how you performed a feat in the flesh of a boy - you went through fire and water and copper pipes! - The dazzlingly beautiful Goddess girl stamped her bare foot and continued. - You weren't afraid of the grenades telling jokes. What kind of courage does that take? - The Goddess illuminated her head as if made up of the most beautiful stars with a dazzlingly shining crown. But with a very naive smile of a girl, in a sly tone she asked her almighty partner and the Son of Satan-teenager. - Maybe the Greatest Sphere of Catastrophes will have to endow the billionaire president with no small power?
  The boy-demiurge grinned:
  - We do not interfere with the course of history. But the people themselves, with our help, can change everything. So the situation is under control.
  The boy-creator, who has probably already revised many quintillions of universes and a lot of laws of the universe, the Devil, who makes life more interesting and scarier, changed the landscape, and they found themselves in the tundra with deep snowdrifts.
  D and the goddess in sable fur coats on luxurious sleds, and the boy-demiurge and the Devil barefoot and in shorts rushed through the snow. Moreover, judging by how quickly his feet turned red, the boy Sphero is really cold. Several more very beautiful girls in bikinis apparently decided to share the marathon with the hellish deity, flashing their graceful bare, girlish heels.
  The girl creator noted:
  - The eternal boy Satan never grows up. He always nobly gives his opponent a chance.
  The boy-demiurge Sphero, grinning like a tiger, added:
  - And I always keep my word... Lucifer's word is law, and I, like Prometheus, am the bearer of light!
  The snow was replaced by hot coals, over which the barefoot urchin ran. With each step he took, fiery dust rose. The children's feet, red from the good frost, turned black from soot and were covered with small blisters. Sfero Katastrofov winced, pain was visible in them, and smiled with a mouth full of sparkling teeth.
  The surprised young man Donald Trump asked, not understanding the meaning of this self-torture:
  - Why is he burning his heels?
  The goddess giggled, and a disk-shaped battleship starship half the size of New York appeared in the sky. And in the hands of the demiurge girl was a twenty-five-barreled cannon with a cool hologram. After which she answered:
  - He trains his willpower! And most importantly, everything is honest - human flesh... The pain is the most natural.
  After which the warrior-demiurge fired from a multi-barreled shotgun.
  From each muzzle flew a beam of its own light, shade and configuration. On their way, these streams in some places of the length gained brightness to a blinding level, in others, on the contrary, they dimmed.
  And when the flagship-battleship was hit... First the colossus, a hundred kilometers in diameter, wrinkled and deformed, and then it exploded!
  A supernova exploded in orbit around a planet so similar to Earth... Gravity waves and a hyperplasma tsunami crashed onto the surface of the inhabited sublunar planet.
  This is when lava pours down from above, from which huge skyscrapers of many hundreds of floors instantly melt, turning into photons. Thin squeaks are heard, many millions of instantly burned aborigines of the planet Tuk. They did not even have time to get scared, and the pain signal does not have time to reach the brain. Simply, the plasma immediately went into fireworks. Sphero Katastrofov flew out there with the terminator girl.
  Donald Trump, although no saint himself, still couldn't resist delivering a moral:
  - Aren't you ashamed? You destroyed an entire planet, just for the sake of a whim!
  In response, the couple answered in unison, so much so that the quasi-crystal vacuum cracked and broke into many fragments:
  - Just a planet! - And a deafening laugh in response. - Look at how we create big universes and play there!
  The girl-demiurge, together with Katastrofov - the boy-deity and the Devil, instantly moved: they showed Donald Trump the new universe that they had just managed to whip up.
  From the side of the goddess Emmanuel, like cakes from the oven, stars of various types jumped out in billions and trillions of quantities, with only one feature: various types of cars and trucks with the wings of living creatures and butterflies with tires like inflatables.
  Sfero Katastrofov, on the other hand, threw out animals with tails and wings of various kinds, including avant-garde flying machines.
  Many trillions of stars and planets revolving around them in complex orbits appeared from the vacuum, so quickly and richly, as if they were drawn on a computer. And it even looked theoquasaric!
  The huge goddess girl, the size of the Crab Nebula, began to spin rapidly, as if smaller girls were separating from her from a fallen drop.
  How beautiful it became, millions of girls without any mortars or brooms rushed through the vacuum and laughed loudly, squealing with delight.
  Sphero Katastrofov is not without reason a boy-Devil, became a little older, and also divided into a horde of teenage boys and creatures of unearthly origin. They mixed with girls. They jumped into cars and twisted. A kaleidoscope of the wildest and richest colors is simply inexplicable.
  But Donald Trump (who had once again become an even stronger young man of handsome appearance!) was grabbed by the hand by one of the hypostases of the goddess-demiurge, who had become his height. After which they momentarily increased and found themselves near the star, the body of a luxurious "Cadillac", and a scarlet hybrid eagle.
  All the girls that the deity multiplied into were different from each other, but the cutie next to Donald Trump is very stylish. Leather boots with a long heel, diamond clasps, and her hairdo is just super.
  Emmanuel (that's how the creator of the universe asked to be called) made a gesture... A dozen planets in the form of children's cars with butterfly wings stopped. The goddess winked at them (as if to say, let the creation watch!), and, pulling the US President over, greedily kissed the ruler of America, who had become a handsome young rake. And he winked at his subjects:
  - Fix me like this!
  And naked breasts with faceted ruby nipples emerged from the leather jacket's mounds sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow.
  Donald Trump was taken aback, like a young virgin, and blushing, blurted out:
  - There are children looking at you there!
  The goddess-demiurge burst out laughing, logically noting:
  - Does age even matter? I created universes in infancy, and my Son Sphero Catastrophes even earlier... And what can you expect from the eternal Devil-teenager. He's so cool! Hyper!
  Sphero Katastrofov instantly appeared next to him, winked slyly, and remarked:
  - I really like to shock those who have a sanctimonious upbringing! We, the demiurges, invented morality for this very reason - so that there would be something to break!
  The young demiurge-Devil sat down at the steering wheel-joystick of the star car (the other couple ended up in the chairs behind him!), jerked sharply. And immediately jumped out into the oncoming lane. Moreover, there are not two planes like in human cars and not even three like in aviation, but as many as seventy-four compressed dimensions. Donald Trump caught his breath and his eyes popped out.
  This is such a race, it is impossible to describe in words. Yes, the colonel had to visit the cosmonaut training center. There is such an attraction there. The chair rotates around the axis, the chair itself rotates in a vertical plane, and the device is also in a system like a Ferris wheel, and the wheel itself also moves in a figure eight, and in turn the surface rises in waves.
  Donald Trump felt cool under such a test... But against the backdrop of this performance of the demiurges-devils, this space attraction - even an allegory cannot be found. How can you compare a children's slingshot and a hydrogen bomb?
  And now all these quintillion stars with billions of dimensions are flickering before your eyes! Even your brain cells, each one separately and all together, are completely turned inside out.
  It's like a big wash is going on, but the neurons in the brain and spinal cord suffer.
  But the gods like this, they laugh and sneer. Emmanuel the Demiurge even began to control the holographic projection with her toes... And the most important thing began: "Star Wars" - episode one!
  Here Emmanuel the demiurge left the starship, and next to Donald Trump there appeared an improved modification of his wife Zoe, a friend from their student days.
  Now it was his wife who had painted herself in seven colors of the spectrum and was roaring like an attacking Amazon bison. And you yourself were at the helm... Stars! Wow - a cosmic luminary five times larger in diameter than the Sun, this was his attacking starship in which the president-rider was. And next to him was a girl who bore only a distant resemblance to his wife, but was terribly beautiful. And a completely alien character.
  And here flies out to meet them a battleship, the appearance of a huge orange-red bear with arrow-shaped wings, from which the sopor of ultra-reactive photons is knocked out. Well, what a sight - just the fangs-barrels are worth something. They are as if crooked and spread out into chaotic broken needles. This battleship, not inferior in size to Sirius, will take and how it will turn around... And from its fangs it will smash a hypernuclear discharge.
  Donald Trump automatically turned his star-ship, avoiding a deadly hook with a club that contains a charge equivalent to a quintillion bombs dropped on Hiroshima. The colonel answered the enemy!
  Large cracks ran across the bear's liquid-crystal armor. They cut through the orange surface of the metal, more than a million times stronger than titanium, like ravines. What colossal power is hidden in hyperplasm or its even more perfect variety, princeps-theoplasm, capable of moving stars and extinguishing quasars. And yet it is only the sixth, seventh, and so on, state of matter.
  A whole ocean of hyperplasm can be obtained from any molecule. Theoretically (for now it is not available to people) one elementary particle will reproduce the entire huge universe with billions of billions of galaxies in each with trillions of stars. Or destroy! Such are the quasi-divine or super-divine possibilities of theohyperplasm.
  And now the bear is on fire. The trillions of aliens and even more combat robots on board are kicking up dust, clearly trying to save their worthless lives. But they are doing a very poor job of it. They only collide with their foreheads, sides, trunks, and several dozen banana-scorpion hybrids fly off into the ventilation shaft.
  There, living forms are tightly edging with cybernetic ones. From which a real mixture and porridge-malasha occur. Here is one bull with the body of an eggplant roaring at the top of its lungs:
  - Hey, you're my supergun! Take revenge for the flattened demon!
  And with a desperate effort the eggplant bull pushes away the antenna-studded robot with his horn. The robot, already damaged by gravoplasmic radiation, roars at the scraps of meat of its pusher.
  A roar of agony in response, followed by an explosion that tears apart the ventilation. Which causes various tiles to crumble inside the starship... After which the bear suddenly takes off.
  Donald Trump barely managed to divert his starship from being hit by the blows. But all that was left of the bear were legs and legs... And then on the fragments that had scattered, the ants-cherries swarmed in fear, and from there they sent out frightened red sparks of panic.
  Donald noted on his own schedule:
  - The account is open and so far it"s going in our favor!
  And the warrior-demiurge and Devil Sphero exercises command from his side.
  A battery of ultradynamite guns - slides along a flexible, vibrating collapse in kinesispace, the soldier is pressed down by the weakened force of inertia. Only two fighters in the form of beautiful girls begin to grin and send sunny bunny-smiles. It seems that hypergravity waves do not affect them.
  Beautiful girls, only too pretentiously painted: with hairstyles in the form of a samovar with fountains at the seven-color diva and a windmill with flamethrowers at the nine-color diva.
  And when they collided with their heads - a real hangover! The samovar and the windmill collided and a real fight began between them. Exchanges of sweeping blows, charred hair and spirits fly apart again!
  And there are some very serious showdowns on the battery. At first even the gun barrels twisted, and then a spring was ejected, with a rolling shudder of gravoplasm it was cooked up - spontaneous movement. The roar of ultra-reactive systems: the battery again opens fire, only now at a diametrically different point in space.
  And from this the vacuum emptiness will flare up - like a napalm-soaked shelf a couple of parsecs high and wide. And the flame itself is like the tongues of a dragon with the twists of a lamb's curls.
  Donald Trump, seeing this, even crossed himself:
  - Our Lady...
  Sphero Katastrofov, divided into several parts, commands menacingly:
  - To hit, or rather a nail with a narrow hyper beam, switch the guns to concentrated ramrod mode.
  The demiurge girl Emmanuel said with a laugh:
  - A narrow hyperbeam, like a vegetarian wolf who has gorged himself on a chocolate hare!
  Since the coolest computers in the universe are turned off, this guidance has to be done manually. Regulate the supply of the combat substance in this case - hyperkinesis plasma - using a hand drum. But doing something like this is not at all easy, the only thing that saves us is that the Proud Super Empire's soldier training program also provides for this force majeure.
  Sphero of Catastrophes, dividing into a thousand parts, grinned with his fangs and said:
  - Necessity is the mother of invention, but the king is not simple either, since he has not weaned the rabble from reasoning!
  Young men and women cope with this problem in the auto mode. And the representatives of the human race cope perfectly, unlike the aliens. Here is a whole brood of animals playing the role of stars and spaceships at the same time, disintegrating into flaming blots. They in turn incinerate the small vessels that seem very tiny against the background of galactic luminaries.
  However, their size is a relative concept: a machine no larger than the Yak-3 can submerge an entire continent. And with just one salvo! And here the exchange of blows is such that Lucas, out of despair, that his imagination is powerless to imagine such a thing, will put a bullet in his head.
  Sphero Devil-demiurge catches the missile boat in his sights, the shot is slightly ahead. The thinnest squeak of the destroyed vacuum is heard, it seems that a rat's tail was stepped on. A multi-colored bubble instantly inflates - the boat is torn to pieces. Judging by the power of the explosion, the ammunition detonates. The light spot is transformed into a blot, and that into a hyperplasmic squid, the energy of the magical gravioplasm dashingly destroys the machine. Magolet is also destroyed, the accurate shot in this case was reproduced by the girl-demiurge.
  Emmanuel, the goddess of goddesses, sang:
  - In the universe, the power of the all-powerful is our universal hyper-fuck!
  Wings, on which more than one metropolis can be placed, fly away separately, at the same time spinning in a vacuum of flaming fluffs of super-hot particles tail. And it twists, well, just like a beautiful swimmer rakes butterfly.
  The enemy brigantine in the form of a dump truck with bat wings (only terribly painted!) receives additional damage, but responds with massive volleys. A stream penetrates through the crack, throwing back the demiurge girl, exposing her golden-colored breasts with cinnabar nipples that give off luminescence.
  The devil-boy Sphero, who creates and incinerates universes, squeals joyfully:
  - See how hyperquasaric it is! Black vacuum! No shame!
  Emmanuel the Demiurge incarnated next to him and slapped the almighty guy on his magoplastic-covered knee:
  - Princeps-quasarno! Zapulsar ellipse! Raise the knight's mace higher!
  The teardrop-shaped brig bristled with volleys. Prickly dewdrops of hyperplasm splashed across the entire battle space.
  Cool Sfero whistled loudly:
  - Give me a photon, into the collapse of the abyss!
  A frigate emerged from the side, and the neighboring battery exploded at the same time. It looks like the guys were unlucky, they ran into a heavy missile or a Vibro-field that grinds the most durable metal into powder.
  The boy-demiurge-Devil tried to spin the platform to survive under such pressure. But the opponents are also high-class professionals who graduated from almost the same school. Or rather, he is the Creator of the universe, he gave his children high enough opportunities that they could fight. And he took and limited his abilities! The Creator who decided to proudly call herself Emmanuel is also not a swindler in the Creation of civilizations!
  It'll just go and nail you... It won't seem like a little, even if the power is hidden in an almost infinite space!
  But Sphero the Devil and his partner in omnipotence again undressed into their hypostases. They both jumped up to the weapon and began to spin around, turning it.
  The tempropreon cannon was destroyed by a precise hook. It shattered like a crystal vase from a fall, into a pile of sparkling parts that gave shades of a majestic rainbow. The girl-demiurge and the Creator-boy-Devil, as well as the rest of the individuals servicing the weapon, were thrown back as if by a blow from a bat. They crashed into the armor with colossal acceleration, slightly denting it, and themselves, strongly flattened, shuddering from the shock with their very elastic and durable bodies.
  Then they began to peel off the super-strong coating, giving a normal shape to their beautiful figures, embossed like statues of ancient gods.
  Well, just like in the comics, when Superman breaks several partitions with his head when he falls and, turning to the audience, says:
  - Children, don't follow my example! - And puffing out his cheeks like a toad's belly, he adds. - First, gain superpowers!
  The magnificent Devil Sphero felt a chill in his lower belly. The enemy's hyperplasma eruption density was increasing, it seemed that fresh forces had joined the battle. The star-beasts roared - even if they were exploding, elephant firecrackers the size of the diameter of Mercury's orbit. That's what it would do... For example, the ultra-battleship itself, the size of a decent quasar (one of those varieties of celestial bodies that fall out of the stereotype!), and the shape of a massive dagger studded with emitters, emitted a whole rich ornament of hyperplasma jets. A curved, twisted hybrid of a matryoshka and an accordion substance fell upon the cruiser in the form of a semblance of a very streamlined "Fiat" with the wings of a dragonfly of the Proud Super Empire. Other ever-increasing streams of annihilation crushed four drop-shaped artillery platforms.
  Sphero Katastrofov's right leg evaporated up to the knee, and the boy-demiurge-devil, without waiting for it to grow back naturally, instantly grew a limb for himself.
  Julius Caesar, despite all his talent, was losing the battle, the numerical superiority with an approximate equality of technologies was on the enemy's side. Although in his past life, the great commander had to fight with superior enemy forces more than once. But here was a space battle with very experienced opponents. The only thing left to do in such a difficult situation at the moment was to retreat, avoiding encirclement.
  And then count on the fact that, pursuing skillfully retreating troops, the enemy himself will break the layer of well-fitted force fields, and then it will be possible to hit the gap!
  Sphero Katastrofov listened without a twinge of conscience to the commands given to the kinesis robots via the princeps-communication. They sounded with unlimited optimism, thirst for a quick victory.
  The little demiurge-Devil even sang:
  - In this cry there is a thirst for a storm, the power of anger, the flame of passion... And the birds hear confidence in victory in this cry!
  A sledgehammer struck a nearby dreadnought - a shower of magoplasma rained down. And then a salvo thundered - from thermopreon missiles. A whole flock of spaceships flattened, and hyperplasma splashed out, as if a child had overturned a trough of firewater.
  The lion-shaped hyperfrigate with ekranoplan blades - Julius Caesar received some damage and its ultralight speed decreased. Even the great commander muttered:
  - I came, I saw... I didn"t conquer!
  Satan Sphero felt fury, the state he created seemed to be losing, he needed to destroy as many enemies as possible. Oh, those tigers with blades, they were starting to outflank the Mercedes. They were just squeezing them with pincers! The little demiurge-Devil was furious. - He wasn't even thinking about losing the fight!
  That is, he has a choice either to win or to die. Although it is obvious that the destruction of several magolets (even if they are the size of a star!) will change almost nothing, but this is almost that unparalleled heroism of individual individuals that forms a stream that crushes any obstacle. The boy-demiurge-Devil, using the memory of the carrier, and in fact his own creation (How he manages to stamp out personalities and such complex things in structure is a separate question!) quickly remembered what was hammered into him during numerous training sessions. You need to avoid being noticed, stay in the general ranks of robots. It is much more difficult to get there, but the probability of exposure is much lower. But on the other hand, does he have the right to sit it out at this critical moment?
  The warrior-Satan Sphero, who decided to take a risk, has been lucky so far, he managed to annihilate four combat vehicles without attracting attention to himself and with the help of lightning released from his navel.
  - There will be birch porridge for the little people! Or rather, theoprinceps-plasma!
  The flying robots spat out deadly hotels like tracer machine guns (each with the energy of a thousand billion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima!), they tried to go around the asteroid, they were met with volleys of special guns. Some of the guns were without barrels and seemed to blend with the asteroid's coating. Here the boy Sphero had to be careful.
  He began to move, away from the edge, moving away from the annihilation strikes. Here you need to maintain synchronicity so as not to collide with your colleagues, and at the same time fire. Robots are robots, they do not realize that they are being used as a human shield. The Creator-Boy Devil tried to hit in such a way that the quasi-magic gravioplasm erupted by moving. That is, it went along an arc, and curved not only upwards, but also to the side, and also swayed from side to side, like an Australian boomerang. In addition to the magolets, Cool Sphero began to choose fatter, more prestigious targets for himself. In particular, the gravio-magic grand boat. You can also shoot it down if you're lucky.
  But then his luck came to an end. The force field of the larger target withstood the hit, and the surveillance system calculated that the salvo had been fired from the side of the flying robots. The grand cutter immediately turned around, and a signal was sent into the thick of the combat vehicles:
  - Why did the enemy get through your screen?
  The robots replied:
  - No cases of penetration detected!
  The powerful machine roared louder than ever, so loudly that it slightly dented the eardrums:
  - In this case, clean the surface of the asteroid, penetrate into the cracks.
  The squad of robots rushed into the craters punched into the surface. The nimble Sphero had to turn around in this situation and move after the other machines. True, this had an advantage, you can destroy the robots using the bends of the corridors.
  Well, a machine is not a person, but it also costs money and is used as a combat unit.
  Especially if you take how the Creator of the universe and Satan decided to fire from all superguns! Why waste time and follow the rules? It's better to recreate them right away!
  The devil Sphero even remarked:
  - Again I acted not politically correct - said the vegetarian wolf, gobbling up a chocolate bunny!
  Several hundred starships exploded at once! And these firecrackers threw out flaming hyperplasm... Which spun like a spiral along which motor scooters with torches race.
  Emmanuel the Demiurge also giggled, grew in size and picked up the winged jaguar's bare feet with her toes - and threw him.
  Another giant girl picked up this little animal with her graceful fingers and sang in response:
  - A seething darkness of star monsters hangs over the unfortunate universe! The occupier has sharpened his hated axe and is smashing heads!
  A whole bunch of crazy girls played this football with incredible scope. A real exchange of swings and crushing blows began.
  Devil Sphero also joined this "Olympiad", the boy-demiurge-Devil began to throw cars high, and the girls only picked it up.
  But when the aliens with tails in the form of ears of corn appeared and started ironing the Toyotas with stork wings like tennis rackets... That went beyond the pale!
  And if only there were limits to something good, but in this case it turned out to be a capital madhouse. Just imagine the ears of corn extracting a real muse, and throwing up dump trucks, and foreign cars of various profiles. And their snouts... Not lizards, but what's even cooler, a nose like an elephant's trunk, but with a daisy on the end, and eyes - there are as many as eight of them in the shape of rosebuds, only speckled. At the same time, they also sing, something unintelligible, but melodic. Well, of course, it's much more pleasant to look at the girls. Especially. There are such girls here, and even painted, that even hippies would choke with envy.
  And they also have to change their forms. Only their wonderful bodies flicker, painted to order with felt-tip pens!
  The Demiurge-Devil girl sang invitingly:
  - And there are commissars sitting in our rooms!
  Sfero Katastrofov finished singing the romance:
  - But we'll quickly push them out: into the toilet!
  And both Gods the Creator and the Destroyer began to spin in the stormy pool.
  Donald Trump has completely lost his mind and he starts screaming:
  - All hands on deck!
  The great Sphero, in his magnificent battle suit, found himself next to the billionaire president and understood everything:
  - Well, I see, uncle, you really have arrived! Maybe you'd better look at something more pleasant to your taste?
  The demiurge girl Emmanuelle, in a bejeweled bikini, pulled Donald Trump towards her and kissed him greedily, suggesting:
  - And what if he wants the war closer to reality, then let him see.
  Who do you love more, boys and girls?
  Donald Trump shook his head angrily:
  - Of course girls! Who do you take me for!
  The goddess smacked her lips and declared:
  - More and more people love girls - even women!
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  Donald Trump, like a bunny, jumped around the different worlds created by the Sphero of Catastrophes. And his jumps were the most elaborate and incredible.
  Now Donald Trump has taken up the real extermination of Coronaviruses incarnate in human form.
  Sfero Katastrofov stated;
  - So that the epidemic does not mow down people so much, chop up the coronaviruses with magic swords. And the magnificent heroines from Star Wars can do this for you!
  Donald Trump responded enthusiastically;
  I am glad to serve humanity!
  Donald Trump and Ahsoka Tana, armed with lightsabers, landed on Mount Highest. The assault was in full swing. The coronaviruses threw almost all their available forces into the assault. The black silhouette was now the US President, who was in armor. Both his hands held lightsabers. The mighty warrior carried out a mill, and a whole dozen coronavirus warriors fell chopped into the November mud.
  Ahsoka Tano jumped and spun, cutting down coronaviruses and whistled:
  - Keep it up!
  The padawan girl was in an aggressive and extremely combative mood.
  Donald Trump struck again and roared:
  - For the great space and American peace!
  Torn pieces of human bodies flew in all directions.
  Ahsoka Tano also slashed with her swords, cut through her opponents, and then threw a tiny pea of antimatter with her bare girlish foot.
  It exploded with deafening force and tore apart an entire battalion of warriors from the country of the Hellish Sun of Coronavirus.
  And she squeaked:
  - For the cosmic, American mind!
  Sfero Katastrofov nodded approvingly:
  - This is how you chop up the nightmarish bacilli, save humanity!
  Donald Trump reproduced a butterfly with swords, cutting through coronaviruses and muttered:
  - To the great achievements of the US Empire!
  Then the black-armored US President's lightsaber hung in the air. He snapped his fingers, and immediately a hundred coronavirus soldiers grabbed their throats and began to choke in the invisible stranglehold of the dark side of the force.
  Ahsoka threw a tiny pea of antimatter with her bare foot again, and tore apart an entire regiment of coronaviruses with it.
  It should be noted that one gram of antimatter is as destructive as two atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. And poppy seed-sized peas hit like a vacuum bomb.
  And Ahsoka has a whole bag of them.
  Here the girl's bare heel throws another gift of destruction, and a fiery glow flares up, engulfing and burning alive many hundreds of coronaviruses at once.
  Donald Trump snaps his fingers again, and half a thousand coronavirus soldiers begin to writhe, strangled by the nooses of a wild, dark force.
  Ahsoka Tano, with her bare toes, threw out another portion of material and squeaked:
  - For the dominance of good!
  Donald Trump once again swung his swords in a mill, his lightsabers extending a hundred meters, cutting down a mass of coronaviruses attacking Mount Highest and barked:
  - No to the dark side of the force!
  Ahsoka Tano once again threw a tiny pea of antimatter with her bare heel. She tore and burned an entire squad of Japanese fighters, and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - For the Greatness of our empire of harsh goodness!
  Donald Trump once again passed the mill with the lengthening swords, and released fire from his mouth. Two hundred coronaviruses burst into flames at once.
  Black warrior of the USA Donald roared:
  - The Taliban's faces are swelling,
  The empire will be born again!
  The power of light does not save,
  The girl is barefoot with me!
  Ahsoka Tano also made a windmill with her swords, and with the bare toes of her graceful feet threw a gift of antimatter. She burned a mass of coronaviruses and squeaked:
  - No one can stop us, nothing can defeat us!
  And again the girl's bare heel will throw up a ball of annihilation. And so many Coronavirus fighters will burn. A whole regiment at least.
  The girl chirped:
  - Japan and Russia and the USA! - a new passage mission!
  The black warrior and the US president is strangling thousands of samurai with dark power again. The bullets miss a couple of fighters covered by power. Meanwhile, they are exterminating the warriors of the empire of the hellish coronavirus sun with swords and other devices.
  Here again Donald Trump is running a mill, cutting off so much Japanese meat at once and growling:
  - For the Emperor of the United States Abraham Lincoln!
  Ahsoka threw the gift of death with her bare toes and chirped:
  - For George Washington!
  The black warrior of the USA Donald angrily replied:
  - Only Washington is worthy of being my son!
  Ahsoka ran another mill, cut off the crowd of coronaviruses and replied:
  - And who is worthy? We are all scoundrels in our own way!
  Donald Trump slashed with his swords and snapped his gloved fingers again, breaking the necks of the army of the Empire of the Rising Sun, and roared like a tiger:
  - I'm not just a scoundrel, I'm a great scoundrel!
  Ahsoka slashed her swords again and squeaked:
  - May the force be with us!
  And the girl's bare, round heel gave in another pea of destruction.
  Coronaviruses were literally falling in ranks. Their capabilities were shrinking with catastrophic speed. It was not the wisest idea to storm Mount Vysokaya with all our strength when there were two such super fighters there. The barefoot, very beautiful and combative Ahsoka and the black US warrior in impenetrable armor.
  Here is Donald Trump throwing a pea of death with his gloved fingers, tearing apart coronavirus soldiers.
  They fell from the blows of the black warrior of the USA, as if they were stunned. But then the third fighter joined them. Well, of course, Princess Leia. A charming girl in a slave bikini and with swords.
  Here she threw a pea of death with her bare toes, tearing coronaviruses into tiny, jagged, bloody fragments. And she sang with a laugh:
  - And the enemy flock flew to the ground,
  Under the pressure of force and swords!
  Two lightsabers flashed in Princess Leia's hands, and they extended, cutting down the coronavirus fighters attacking Mount High.
  They were cut into cabbage.
  Leia bared her teeth and cooed:
  - Glory to the ideas of space communism!
  And the princess's bare heel in a bikini hurls something extremely murderous and destructive.
  A glow erupted, and the mass of samurai was suddenly burned and charred.
  Ahsoka Tano, too, slashed with her swords, making a wild and swift mill. She cut away the darkness of coronaviruses. Then her bare toes of graceful feet launched another pea of destruction. They incinerated a mass of enemies.
  The padawan girl yelped:
  - To handsome boys!
  And her bare heel left the pea of total annihilation. And so many coronaviruses were destroyed at once.
  The black warrior of the USA extended his light, red swords by three hundred meters, cutting down coronaviruses. This is a very effective technique. How many fighters of the empire of the hellish infectious Sun died and were cut.
  Donald Trump roared, releasing a colossal, destructive pulsar from his mouth:
  - No one dares to resist the will of the US empire!
  Princess Leia, with her bare toes, launched the disk that cut down dozens of coronaviruses, and squeaked:
  - No one and never!
  Ahsoka Tano ran a mill with her swords, cutting down the coronavirus fighters, and with her bare, girlish heel, giving the gift of destruction, squealed:
  - Glory to tsarist Russia and presidential USA!
  Donald Trump snapped his fingers, breaking the necks of a thousand coronavirus soldiers at once with the energy of the dark force, and roared:
  - Glory to the Empire!
  Ahsoka Tano slashed her swords again and squeaked:
  - And to us eternal glory!
  But then a third girl, a fourth warrior, appeared. In this case, the Emperor's granddaughter, Princess Rey! She is also barefoot and in a bikini. Indeed, all three girls use their legs very actively in battle, and shoes only hinder them. And if the legs are bare, then a bikini is quite appropriate. Moreover, it helps to use magical power more effectively.
  Princess Rey took the pulsar and released it with her bare toes, tearing the coronavirus soldiers into tiny pieces.
  Then she twirled her swords, cutting the army of coronaviruses into torn pieces of meat. And her light wells are so long and cut any metal.
  Princess Rey roared:
  - For the empire that has no name!
  And the girl's bare heel gave the pea with hellish antimatter a lethal force.
  Ahsoka Tano squeaked, baring her face aggressively:
  - Our empire, the USA, is just!
  And the bare toes of the girl's feet will launch the destruction of the devil's gift.
  Princess Leia, that beautiful warrior in a bikini, went and hit the enemy, performing a windmill, and squealed:
  - For the greatness of the boundless empire of the USA!
  And the naked, round, pink heel of a beautiful girl threw a gift of deadly power, from which two regiments of the coronavirus army were sent to hell at once.
  The black ruler of the United States, snapping his fingers and strangling coronaviruses, quite logically noted:
  - There is no greater valor than defeating a worthy opponent!
  And Donald Trump's swords spun and chopped off so many heads of coronaviruses that they began to feel fear.
  Princess Rey twirled her swords, extending them to a greater distance, cutting her opponents.
  And then her bare toes of graceful feet threw something extremely deadly and destructive at once five peas. And emitted a tornado, really, giving no chance for salvation. After which the girl growled aggressively:
  - For achievements of the highest order!
  Princess Leia also gave the enemy a gift of complete destruction with her bare heel. Then the girl slashed diagonally, and on the heads with swords and squeaked:
  - For future strength!
  Ahsoka didn't stand on ceremony. She threw a larger pea with her bare foot. She tore apart three regiments of the coronavirus army. She burned a cloud of coronaviruses and cut them with swords. Moreover, the girl also spat out an unusually lethal pulsar from her mouth.
  And she spat a fiery gift:
  - To the royal chambers!
  Princess Rey is on the attack again, and her swords cut with terrible and lethal force. And her bare feet threw a dozen peas. Literally burned through an entire regiment of the coronavirus army.
  Donald Trump snapped his fingers on both hands as a final gesture. Thousands of crows fell on the heads of the coronavirus soldiers, piercing their crowns. The black ruler of the United States noted with satisfaction:
  - Looks like we stopped them! Glory to the US space empire.
  The onslaught of coronaviruses on Mount Vysochennaya has finally dried up. Four fighters with superpowers and three girls embodied by the Devil Sphero from Star Wars killed over a hundred thousand soldiers and officers of the empire of the hellish sun Coronavirus. Many chopped and burned corpses littered all approaches to Mount Vysochennaya.
  Donald Trump said with satisfaction, turning off his lightsabers and hiding them in his belt:
  - We did a great job! Now the Coronavirus Empire won't be able to immediately gather new forces for the assault!
  Ahsoka Tano logically noted:
  - The coronaviruses still have many troops, they still have a mighty fleet of bacilli!
  Princess Leia agreed:
  - Of course! The most important thing is the fleet! As long as the Coronavirus empire has the advantage at sea, it will fight!
  Princess Rey suggested:
  - So let's attack the enemy at sea! We have swords, and we can fly over the water!
  Donald Trump agreed:
  - That's right! We're attacking the enemy fleet! We need to complete the mission!
  Ahsoka Tano giggled and licked her lips, replying with pleasure:
  - I love sinking boats!
  The four warriors rose into the air. They turned from Mount Vysochennaya and flew to the sea. Just then, Bin Laden's coronavirus squadron was approaching Port Washington.
  A powerful fleet, twelve battleships, many cruisers and destroyers.
  The fleet of the Coronavirus Empire, numerous and well-equipped, was already noticeably superior to the American squadron in Port Washington at that time. True, Abraham Lincoln's armada was hurrying from the Atlantic. And if this citadel had held out until its arrival, things would not have been so rosy for the coronaviruses. However, even now they have problems.
  Especially when the four super cool warriors flew over the sea surface. The girls' bare, round heels glowed like moonlight.
  Ahsoka even sang with delight:
  - Sea surf, sea surf,
  Don't leave, stay with me!
  Princess Leia, shaking her bare, girlish legs in flight, continued:
  - Sea pier! Sea pier!
  It's time to say goodbye, he shouted!
  Princess Rey readily agreed:
  - And happiness, for many years now,
  Go on a space voyage!
  Here are the first battleships of coronaviruses. Donald Trump swung his swords, the laser beams lengthened, and cut through the first two ships. They split and began to sink.
  The black ruler of the United States said with a grin:
  - We will destroy you!
  Princess Leia also took and chopped at the coronavirus ships, splitting them in half.
  The girl then threw a pea of annihilation, which tore the cruiser apart and squeaked:
  - For the victory parade!
  Ahsoka Tano also slashed at the enemy with her bare toes, destroying the battleship. And then slashed with lightsabers, cutting through the coronavirus armadas.
  And she chirped:
  - To the highest level of aerobatics!
  And Princess Rey took and chopped the enemies. Also under her blows, the ships are cut as if butter with a knife.
  Palpatine's granddaughter took and threw a pea with her bare toes, exploding the coronavirus vessels and sang:
  - The ships are sinking to the bottom,
  With anchors, sails...
  And then yours will be -
  Golden chests!
  Golden chests!
  Ahsoka Tano, cutting through coronaviruses with a single swing of her lightsaber, continued singing:
  - The ships lie broken,
  The chests are open!
  Emeralds and rubies are falling like rain!
  And the girl also threw a pea of antimatter with her bare toes.
  Princess Leia also slashed with her lightsabers, cutting the ships into ragged pieces.
  And she continued singing;
  If you want to be rich,
  If you want to be happy...
  Stay with us Donald,
  You will be our king!
  You will be our king!
  And the girl's bare foot again throws the product of total annihilation, cutting through the ship.
  The coronaviruses try to fire at the four, but to no avail. Their shells miss the black lord and the three supergirls.
  Donald Trump snapped his fingers and several destroyers from the land of the rising sun curled up into a ram's horn and began to sink.
  Donald Trump roared:
  - A Russian warrior does not groan in pain,
  And it will never drown in water!
  Princess Leia also slashed with her swords and, drowning the coronaviruses, logically noted:
  - Our motto is four words:
  If you're drowning, drown someone else!
  Ahsoka Tano is in a furious battle again. And she took and slashed, her swords pierced, extending hundreds of meters, cutting through cruisers and battleships. Coronaviruses fell down and drowned.
  The girl chirped:
  - We'll bury them all! And dig them up!
  Princess Rey is also so swift and invincible in the attack. Here her weapon became more formidable and sharply slashed at the ships of the country of the Infernal Infectious Sun. And then bare toes, which amazed with their grace and sexuality, threw gifts of annihilation, which tore a mass of ships into small fragments.
  The warrior yelled:
  - Glory to space communism!
  Donald Trump snapped his fingers again. He twisted several Japanese ships into a ram's horn and roared:
  - Great glory to heroism!
  Ahsoka Tano twirled her laser swords like helicopter blades. She cut the battleship-flagship on which the admiral of the country of the hellish infected Sun Bin Laden was in half. Then she threw a pea with her bare toes that tore the cruiser apart and roared:
  - Glory to the Fatherland, which will put all the space worlds under the heel of the titanium boot of the US empire!
  And her naked, round little heel of the girl will throw up annihilation on the bacilli.
  Princess Leia will also spin the devil's spinner with swords. She will cut the ships, cut the metal. Then her bare, sharpened girl's foot will throw a deadly, and chanceless gift of death. Coronavirus ships are sinking again.
  The princess squeaked:
  - For the supreme power of the US empire!
  And Princess Rey, continuing to chop down the ships of the country of the hellish, infectious Sun without any mercy and throw gifts of annihilation with her bare feet, began to sing;
  There are many different doors in space,
  Streams of evil hyperplasm are raging!
  Knowledge gave a lot of keys,
  We were people, and now we are gods!
    
  On starships we rush along the waves,
  Quarks foam in the vortices of ether!
  What will I pass on to my descendants?
  To the children of another, stormy world!
    
  The vacuum is warm, it warms the hearts,
  The stars around are like the faces of lovers!
  We serve progress - there is no end,
  And on Earth the maples rustle gently!
    
  Where we step, the world blooms,
  The thunder of battles is the music of life!
  Let us set out boldly on a new campaign,
  Let us serve the eternal Fatherland sacredly!
    
  Let there be sacrifices - space is harsh,
  Many different species and races!
  The abyss of worlds is too vast,
  A friend in the evening, but betrayed in the morning!
    
  But for the Fatherland there are no barriers,
  Everyone knows: a bright spirit is power!
  Neither Gehenna nor Hell will frighten you,
  Death and the grave will not take you captive!
    
  Only flesh can be annihilated,
  Well, and the soul serves the Motherland faithfully!
  Troubles and sorrows - overcome everything,
  If we have to, let's tighten our belts!
    
  Here we have defeated the enemies,
  We are humanity - the navel of the universe!
  If an abomination comes, it will meet a blow,
  It does not suit us: softness, sorrow and sobbing!
    
  Into space for us, it became like an inner courtyard,
  A quick flight between the stars, like a walk!
  Although the heavenly carpet is boundless,
  We can remake it - no joke!
  Donald Trump snapped his fingers again, crushing the vessels.
  But Ahsoka Tana released jets of fire from her tongue, burning the coronaviruses without the slightest mercy.
  The girl chirped:
  - Donald Trump, Donald Trump,
  You are my idol!
  Let's conquer the world together!
  You are the great USA passion!
  And the bare toes of graceful feet launch something simply devilishly murderous.
  But Princess Rey, without further ado, took and exposed her scarlet nipple from under her bikini. And like she launched lightning at the coronaviruses. And two battleships exploded and melted at once.
  Princess Leia threw the pea of death with wild fury and squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to the boundless space and the USA!
  And also from the strawberry nipple she released a deadly lightning. And the fleet of the country of the hellish infectious Sun becomes ill.
  And Ahsoka Tano launched a pulsar from a ruby nipple. And shattered a mass of ships.
  The large vessels of the once mighty fleet of the Coronavirus Empire have already been sunk. All that remains is to squeeze out the smallest ones. The destroyers have already begun to leak away. And they probably had no real chance of being saved.
  Donald Trump and three supergirls flew after the samurai and finished off the last ships. The bare feet of the beauties threw very small, but antimatter-carrying peas the size of a poppy seed. But a lot of coronaviruses died.
  Each poppy seed destroyed two or three Japanese ships with annihilation.
  Donald Trump and his team are the real deal, extremely murderous death machines.
  The black ruler of the United States even noted philosophically:
  - An unfinished enemy is like an untreated disease - expect complications!
  At the same time, to make it more fun and to create a more playful mood, they sang in beautiful voices;
  May there be happiness for all people forever,
  Caressing the stars, fooling around and laughing!
  Only hopeless cripples are sad,
  In fact, man is the prince of all!
    
  I wasn't looking for a prince in the stormy waters,
  After all, for me, recognition is to cut down enemies with a sword!
  And even in dreams - I dream of a cruel fight,
  War is beautiful, even if terrible - burn the horde with fire!
    
  Here the starship fell, burning in the darkness,
  The shards scattered like gems in the mountains!
  And the rocks became like the plumage of a parrot,
  When it's beautiful, pain and fear disappear!
    
  Now I dance like I'm a gypsy,
  Bare feet were sprinkled with blood!
  Know that cannonade is the best barrel organ,
  To crush everyone is the most passionate love!
    
  Violence is a bottomless pool,
  A sharp needle is stuck in the heart!
  And on other planets people are groaning,
  Fate presented them with such a "prize"!
    
  I fight from dusk till dawn,
  And even the Devil himself was surprised!
  The valor of this maiden is glorified in poems,
  And I can read her passion on her lips!
    
  Yes, revenge knows no boundaries or measures,
  If the world has offended you, don"t punish the fool!
  The land of the Fatherland is better than a place in heaven,
  Cement is the idea, people are the bricks!
    
  And in my soul, a wound aches cruelly,
  My boyfriend died defending the region!
  And the Motherland is trampled, desecrated,
  I am as if in chains, dare to seek revenge!
    
  In another universe, there are even three suns,
  The planet may be lush, but the air is dry!
  And to hell with all the wisdom and science,
  My hyperlaser gave up and went out!
    
  But my goal is to save the Messiah from troubles,
  Find the key that crushes death!
  The space was watered by the tears of the fallen,
  I can't believe for long - I have to endure the collapse of the country!
  The last ships have been sunk. A glorious victory for Donald Trump and his three great warriors. But the job is not over yet. A still large coronavirus army confronts American General Arnold Schwarzenegger.
  Considering how smart and strong this wonderful commander is, it would be better to destroy the coronavirus army here too.
  Donald Trump and three terminator girls fly, using antigravs, to the positions of the army of the great empire. There are still more than a million two hundred and twenty thousand coronavirus soldiers. And all the fighters are very combative and assertive.
  Donald Trump attacked first, flying towards the coronaviruses. His swords suddenly lengthened and cut down an entire line.
  Ahsoka Tano also slashed with her killer maneuver. And destroyed a mass of coronaviruses. And then her bare toes of graceful feet threw a gift of complete annihilation.
  And so many coronaviruses were fried at once.
  The girl squeaked:
  - For the great communism of the space empire!
  Princess Leia also threw a pea of death at the enemy. She tore up a mass of coronaviruses and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of the country!
  And her swords, lengthening, cut the coronaviruses.
  Coronaviruses tried to shoot from guns and cannons at the brave four. But Donald Trump and his team were not affected by bullets. And the shells flew past.
  Princess Rey, cutting down the enemies, squeaked:
  - For the great country, the eagles run for space!
  And also with his bare toes he will launch something that will not give the slightest mercy to the enemy.
  The black ruler of the USA swung his swords very briskly. He cut through the mass of enemies and growled:
  - The darkness of hell has descended upon the city,
  In the shadows the clouds hide at home...
  Having drawn a sharp hammer from steel,
  Satan is walking the streets!
  And here again, like lightning, Donald Trump will release the energy of power from his fingers. And like coronaviruses that have been knocked down and are burning alive, they will collapse.
  Ahsoka Tano, while cutting down her opponents, noted:
  - It was in vain that they decided to fight with us!
  And the girl threw a lethal gift of annihilation with her bare toes.
  Princess Leia logically noted:
  - But they have no choice!
  And the beauty's bare toes threw something small, but very deadly.
  The girls acted like giant titans. And even chirped at the top of their lungs:
  - Glory to the great Sith fleet and the USA!
  And again all three girls threw gifts of destruction with their bare, sharpened, tenacious fingers. The warriors are very dashing. And so they chop with laser swords.
  Princess Rey struck lightning from the scarlet nipple, and a mass of coronaviruses burned up.
  All that was left of many of them were their boots.
  Three girls are very fierce warriors. Who love to fight exclusively barefoot and in bikinis. And their bare feet throw extremely destructive toes.
  The girls are very beautiful and have a fighting spirit. And they love a good fight.
  Princess Leia even got emotional. And again she threw the gift of destruction with her bare foot, tearing apart the coronaviruses.
  Then she shot lightning from her ruby nipple, which burned away a mass of coronaviruses. And then she sang;
  The space is painted with a black, gloomy light,
  And it seems that the stars have dimmed in their orbits!
  I want love, but in response I hear - no,
  The hearts of lovers are broken into pieces!
    
  I beg you, my prince, come to me,
  I cried oceans of tears in grief!
  Break all the chains of prejudice,
  I want you to convey the truth to the people!
    
  Love is more important than duty and crowns,
  If you need it, I will betray my fatherland!
  And I will put my beloved on the throne,
  After all, my prince is more precious to me than life!
  She sang a beautiful song and continued to throw with her bare toes what brings inevitable death to coronaviruses.
  Princess Rey, swinging her swords in a mill with a span of hundreds of meters, noted:
  - You sing well! But you shouldn't betray your Fatherland in any case!
  Ahsoka Tano confirmed, releasing a deadly multi-colored lightning bolt from her navel:
  - There is no need to betray the Fatherland!
  Princess Leia agreed:
  - This is great! And even cool!
  Donald Trump slashed coronaviruses with the "big dragon" move and roared:
  - You are just super cuties!
  And the black ruler of the United States, moved, began to sing:
    
  The noise of wondrous passion on the banks,
  Rivers where blood flows in a stormy stream!
  A shaft of stars will fall in the clouds,
  Spark with a miraculous sign!
    
  You are like a goddess to me,
  With a soul burning in the darkness!
  Loving you more than life,
  I illuminated my world with a dream!
    
  There is no one more beautiful in the world than you,
  Universal ideal!
  I will die in battle in the prime of life,
  I have met my destiny!
    
  The unquenchable light of love,
  And the sparkle in your eyes!
  Come say hello, beauty,
  I can't sleep at night because of tears!
  Supergirls are very cool and extremely combative beauties. Their extreme use of force sometimes reaches grotesque forms.
  Ahsoka Tano spat the words out of the scarlet nipple again with a piece of hyperplasm. She burned a mass of coronaviruses, and they charred as if they were from a lamb shashlik.
  The girl licked her full lips and squeaked:
  - For the greatest of communisms, the USA, the most aggressive space in the universe, America!
  The warrior who was a sorceress - Princess Leia, squealed as she slashed at the Japanese with her lightsabers and ran a buffalo:
  - You won't get sex, virus boys!
  Princess Rhea noticed aggressively, throwing a piece of antimatter with her bare toes of her graceful feet and squeaked:
  - It's not good to deprive these big boy viruses of sex! But it's really cool!
  Ahsoka Tano, cutting down the coronavirus, readily agreed:
  - Extremely cool! And to the point of colic!
  Princess Rey noted logically, baring her teeth in a pearly smile:
  - Glory to progress in the USA!
  And she slashed with her swords, and her bare feet launched another round of brutal annihilation.
  Donald Trump first performed a swallowtail with swords, and then struck with lightning bolts of force. He is simply a warrior of the highest class, capable of burning everything. And only embers fly off from coronaviruses.
  The brute in the black suit roared:
  - My boundless greatness, may the beautiful beating be glorified!
  And again the swords fly, cutting everyone down and smashing off heads and skulls.
  Princess Rey, crushing her opponents, and her nipples sparkling like rubies, actively emitted pulsars, and all coronaviruses were thoroughly burned.
  The terminator girl, baring her teeth, rationally noted, throwing her bare, very sexy foot at the concentration of antimatter:
  -For America - Russia! Donald is our fighter-mission!
  The black ruler of the USA corrected the girl:
  - For the greatness of the US space empire first and foremost! And the decline of Russia can only be stopped by a new landing force of time travelers led by Donald Trump!
  Princess Leia, cutting up the coronaviruses and leaving them without arms and legs, agreed:
  - Yes, our landing force of time travelers is saving the Tsar of the USA Abraham Lincoln! Glory to this monarch!
  Donald Trump readily agreed, chopping down opponents of the American empire like cabbage:
  -Glory to the good king and the President of the USA!
  And now again lightning bolts of power burn through and very fatally scorch coronaviruses.
  Princess Rey, while destroying her enemies, quite rationally noted:
  -Our king Lincoln will make America above all!
  And the nimble toes of a bare foot will take and throw something at the enemy that is deadly without any, the slightest mercy.
  Princess Leia, chopping her opponents into small pieces, and demonstrating the unbending character of the Terminator girls, and throwing gifts of death with such beautiful, tanned and chiseled legs that coronaviruses easily lost their bodies. And heads, too. But it wasn"t the best idea for them to attack America. When the four of them, led by Donald Trump, took up their extermination without further ado and prejudice. And this is a fighter of the most aggressive scope. But his partners are perhaps even cooler and scarier. And if they chop, they will give no mercy to anyone in principle. And from bare, graceful legs, merciless gifts of death will fly.
  Princess Rey, when another gift she threw struck the coronavirus general, barked:
  -The US space empire will never end!
  And again, from her bare foot flies a gift of the most hefty death and destruction of a total level.
  Princess Leia, sweeping away enemies like a broom, making cutlets out of them, and dawning with lightning bolts of power emitted from strawberry nipples, noted:
  - I believe that there is no hell!
  Donald Trump, having sent another tsunami wave of coronaviruses, noted:
  - Our world is hell... But interesting!
  Ahsoka Tano threw a surprisingly deadly gift of annihilation with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - No, the most interesting thing is that we do not live in vain!
  Donald Trump readily agreed with this, having already spun the mill for the umpteenth time with his ever-lengthening swords:
  - Of course, our life is not given for nothing! Glory to the Fatherland of Space Communism and Capitalism, the USA!
  And so, like lightning, the forces will burn away many thousands of coronaviruses at once. And they will leave neither roots nor branches.
  Princess Leia, cutting down the other fighters of the empire of the Infernal Infectious Sun, quite logically noted:
  -The world is full of nastiness!
  And her bare, chiseled foot threw out again something that could not be calculated.
  Donald Trump was chopping off the heads of coronaviruses, and he didn"t forget to joke:
  - A politician is like beer, only good when cold and on the table!
  Princess Rey, cutting down the coronavirus fighters, agreed:
  - A politician is sweet with his speeches, but the bitter aftertaste from them is not at all like beer!
  Princess Leia, having finished off a couple of battalions of the underworld bacilli with one swing, noted:
  - A politician only tells the truth when he distorts himself!
  Ahsoka Tana, having cut through a mass of coronaviruses, agreed with this. Throwing another pea of destruction, and tearing apart the coronaviruses, the girls said:
  - A politician, in order to at least become a little bit of a Deity, crucifies the voter completely!
  Donald Trump, finishing off the last of the coronavirus soldiers with lightning bolts, said:
  - A politician is God in only one thing, in inventing excuses for why his election promises were such a diabolical failure!
  Princess Leia, having finished off the final battalion of the coronavirus army with the last lightning bolt from her ruby nipple, chirped:
  -In the means of achieving Divine heights, the politician is Satan himself!
  Here the Sphero of Catastrophes interrupted their idyll. Donald Trump found himself on the highest mountain in the universe, with nothing but diamonds sparkling all around.
  The little devil, grinning aggressively and smacking his childish lips, declared:
  - You played the debut well! And when you become a sultan, you will receive a second artifact, made of the bull's magical gold! This is your founding mission!
  Donald Trump bowed reluctantly and replied:
  - I'm ready, Almighty Satan!
  The boy-demiurge and creator of many universes stamped his bare foot, and there was a thunderous sound, as if a billion hydrogen bombs had exploded at once.
  Donald Trump was spun and broken down into a million dimensions and then reassembled, but in the universe inside the Emperor of Coronaviruses.
  
  THE LAST CHANCE OF THE THIRD REICH
  Stalin made his last proposal for a separate peace to Hitler, according to some sources, in September 1943. This was done by Molotov's deputy Litvinov during a visit to Norway. The heavy losses of the USSR during the Battle of Kursk, especially in tanks, the indecisiveness of the allies, and the rapid defeat of Italy, which was trying to throw off fascism, somewhat knocked Stalin's militant tone down.
  The Supreme Commander-in-Chief began to fear that the Russians would bleed to death in a protracted war with Hitlerism. And he decided to try to end the war immediately.
  This was not the first such proposal. In 1941, through the Bulgarian ambassador, they conveyed to Hitler the desire for a second Brest-Litovsk treaty. Stalin made more territorial concessions, but Hitler figured out that Koba was simply stalling for time.
  In January 1942, a separate peace was again proposed. Germany entered the war with the USA and lost the battle for Moscow. But Hitler still believed in revenge, and Stalin wanted the Germans to retreat too far to the West. Both sides were too far away to conclude peace.
  Stalin's repeated proposal at the end of August 1942 assumed more significant concessions to the Germans. Koba even agreed to give up Ukraine, Belarus and the Baltics entirely. But the Nazis were advancing then, and Stalin did not want to give up the most delicious morsel - the Caucasus and Baku oil.
  After Stalingrad and Meinstein's counterattack, the Supreme Commander-in-Chief again offered peace to Germany. But Stalin's territorial concessions were purely symbolic. Hitler believed that he would achieve new victories in the summer and would again be able to dictate his terms.
  But his calculations did not come true, although the losses of the Soviet troops, especially in tanks, turned out to be much greater than the Germans.
  However, now both sides are closer to an agreement than ever. The Third Reich is tied down in Italy, the attempt at an offensive has failed. The German front on the left bank of Ukraine is about to collapse. A defense plan along the Dnieper is already ready. But Hitler still stubbornly refuses to withdraw his troops beyond the water barrier.
  The offer to Stalin is the last one. Option zero - peace without annexations and contributions. Exchange of prisoners of war - all for all. A difficult question about the Russian people taken to Germany. To return everyone back or only if they want to. But if they want to, then the Germans will deceive.
  Of course, such a separate peace seems disadvantageous to Hitler. German troops still hold Smolensk, most of Ukraine, and even Novorossiysk with the Taman Peninsula, while the Germans control Crimea and their troops are besieging Leningrad.
  But the Third Reich's strategic position is almost hopeless. The Allies have already knocked the offensive spirit out of Japan. And created a vast bridgehead in the south of Italy. Next year there will be a landing in northern France, or perhaps in the Balkans. In any case, the Germans are under pressure. Massive bombings are destroying the Third Reich's military factories.
  True, the production of weapons is still increasing. But the quality of the metal is falling.
  And most importantly, the Russians are already advancing in the south and center. The calculations that after the bloody battle on the Kursk Bulge, there would be an operational pause did not come true. The Russians continued their offensive almost immediately. And every day they advanced on a wide front. And near Taganrog and in the Donbass, and the upper reaches of the Dnieper.
  The pace of advance is quite fast, even if it is a record, but... The most disgusting thing is that the Germans have no prospects. They do not have time to form reserves, partisans are raging in the rear, and former allies, Banderites and others are scattering or going over to the Bolsheviks.
  Therefore, despite the fact that the Germans would have to retreat far to the West, almost the generals and ministers spoke out in favor of accepting peace. Goering and Himmler also supported the idea of untying hands in the East. Bormann, who was considered a smart pragmatist, and Goebbels, strangely enough, spoke out against it.
  The Minister of Propaganda believed that Stalin had proposed peace out of ill will and that the Bolsheviks would soon run out of steam, while Germany would lose large areas of land in the east and its labor force for nothing.
  Speer responded by pointing out that the eastern lands, especially in Belarus, were full of partisans. Stalin also promised to restore economic relations with the Third Reich.
  Hitler hesitated. In real history, he eventually rejected Stalin's offer, saying literally the following.
  - Now is not the time to demand peace - our army is suffering defeats. We need to achieve decisive successes on the fronts!
  Meinstein asked the Fuhrer:
  - And if we achieve decisive success, then we will make peace?
  - No, then we must achieve even more decisive successes! We must strike while the iron is hot!
  In real history, the Third Reich's last real chance in World War II had slipped away.
  But in the alternative, Meinstein used an argument that was quite convincing to Hitler.
  - We will leave, my Fuhrer, to return!
  Adolf was taken aback and asked:
  - How?
  - We'll defeat the West, get resources in Africa, and then turn to the East and together with Japan we'll finish off Stalin! - Meinstein finished.
  This argumentation had an irresistible effect and Hitler accepted Stalin"s proposals for a separate peace.
  Five million soldiers of the Third Reich, not counting police units, began to leave the Eastern Front. A truce was established on September 15, 1943, and then the withdrawal of German troops began, which was supposed to be completed by the new year.
  The decision on peace between the Third Reich and the USSR caused a real shock in the West. It turned out that Stalin's fist, which had been distracting most of the ground forces, was out of the game.
  And now the capitalists had to fight among themselves again. And Hitler's first act was to transfer troops to Italy.
  The first to feel the Germans' strengthening were the English and American pilots. A huge number of experienced aces flew in from the Eastern Front. Moreover, the most effective German pilots fought precisely against the Red Army and Stalin's falcons. It turned out that the eagle aces fought no worse against the English.
  The losses of the allied aviation increased many times. The German aircraft fleet immediately grew more than twice, and in terms of quality even more.
  But the main thing the Allies encountered was, of course, the ground forces of the Wehrmacht. They had been tempered by fire and sword, fighting the Red Army. Britain and especially the USA did not have even a hundredth part of the experience that the Wehrmacht had.
  Yes, the German Tigers and Panthers were significantly more powerful than the Shermans and Churchills. The situation was made worse by the fact that the newest Shermans - M4 - had not yet entered serial production, while Panthers and Tigers were already being churned out at full capacity.
  The German counteroffensive began on October 17. As it turned out, the Wehrmacht had overwhelming superiority on land. True, a shaky parity was established in the air.
  The Allies suffered significantly greater losses than the Luftwaffe. Mainstein's decisive strike created a pair of pockets, inflicting a severe defeat on the Allied forces.
  The Anglo-American troops retreated to the coast, under the cover of long-range naval guns. More than two hundred forty thousand Westerners and over one hundred twenty thousand Italians were captured. This was the first major victory of the Nazis in the West since Rommel's offensive. However, due to the pressure of the Allies and their large fleet, advancing to Sicily is difficult.
  Grand Admiral Dennitz was given the task of knocking out the enemy ships and achieving naval supremacy. Submarine production increased to forty per month, and more advanced submarines were produced, streamlined like sharks or whales, and also those that ran on hydrogen peroxide.
  The German submarine fleet became the most numerous and qualitatively the best in the world.
  The key point of the battle for Sicily was to be the storming of Gibraltar.
  In addition, the Nazis planned to involve Turkey in the conflict. To advance together with the Ottomans on Palestine and Syria, and further on to the Suetost Canal. The Turks are not against expansion, but are afraid of the British and Americans.
  On March 8, 1944, German aviation launched a surprise attack on Malta. The enemy did not expect that the Germans would risk such a daring landing even before the capture of Sicily. But it was not for nothing that the Fritzes had hardened in the east and learned daring there. It seemed that the fortress on the island was impregnable, but it fell in a few hours. More than thirty-five thousand Englishmen and ten thousand Americans were captured. Enormous trophies were captured.
  The German success also had moral significance. Türkiye allowed German troops to pass through its territory to Palestine and further to the Suet Canal.
  Generalissimo Franco continued to hesitate, he really wanted to expand the expanses of Spain and acquire colonies, but he was afraid of defeat. Salazar was increasingly cooperating with the Third Reich. And Brazil, seeing that the chances of conquering Europe were falling, and that it would most likely have to wash itself in blood, hastened to leave the war with Germany.
  In May, the German offensive against Palestine began. It was commanded by the famous Field Marshal von Bock.
  Hitler decided to change his anger to mercy and allow such an experienced field marshal to rehabilitate himself. On other fronts, relative calm reigned for the time being. The Allies suffered heavy losses at sea, but for now held Sicily. But the main battle was to unfold in northern France. The landing was scheduled for June 1944. Due to the high costs of the world war, as well as the fact that the Atlantic Wall continued to strengthen, the Allies were forced to hurry.
  In addition, the Nazis had the Me-262 in serial production. The plane is not yet completely technically reliable, but it is very fast, has strong armament and is distinguished by its survivability.
  The West had no comparable machine, and the Germans, who had become so much stronger in air combat, could well have ended the enemy's air superiority.
  In the north of France there are about one hundred and twenty fully combat-ready divisions, of which twenty-one are tank divisions. A large number of "Tigers" and "Panthers". Moreover, the "Panther"-2 and the famous "Royal Tiger" series have already appeared.
  So, unlike real history, the chances of the allies were much smaller. It should be noted that significant forces of the Fritzes were still in Holland and Belgium just in case. In addition, the activity of Dennik's wolf packs caused colossal damage to the allied fleet.
  And aviation was not asleep. In particular, radio-guided bombs, very effective for naval targets.
  But the V-2 ballistic missiles did not justify themselves too much. But they produced fewer of them than in real history. The thing is that with pilots, especially after the exchange with Russian prisoners in the Luftwaffe, it became easier. And quite reasonable ones appeared - are these blind drones needed? In addition, the former enemy Stalin unexpectedly turned into a friend and even decided to help the Germans.
  What does Germany lack most of all? The output of aircraft in the Third Reich has exceeded one hundred planes per day, and there is a shortage of experienced aces. So let volunteers join the battle.
  Among those who were sent, voluntarily and forcibly, to fight the damned capitalists was the soon-to-be-legendary Kozhedub.
  The Normandy landings, despite the fact that in the very first days it seemed that the Allies were successful and were able to create three bridgeheads, ultimately ended in the largest defeat for the West in the entire history of the Second World War.
  Almost simultaneously, the Germans captured the Suet Canal, cutting off Britain's artery. And in Scandinavia, Operation Polar Bear took place - Sweden was occupied in two weeks with almost no losses.
  After the Germans staged a provocation, Franco finally entered the war on the side of the Third Reich. The Nazis captured Gibraltar in a three-day assault at the end of 1944.
  Then the offensive in Africa began. 1945 was the year of rapid deployment of German jet aviation. The fighting in Africa was fierce. The Americans transferred large ground forces to the black continent, although they had to stretch their troops and supplies across the entire Atlantic Ocean.
  It was like a rattlesnake stretching out...
  The Germans managed to capture Sicily as well. The battle for Africa began, or rather continued. The Nazis used their numerous submarine fleet and more convenient location to attack the black continent.
  The Americans were not doing too well in the battles with Japan. The landing in the Philippines ended in complete failure.
  The battleships of the Land of the Rising Sun - including the giant "Yamato" - finally showed themselves and sank the ships with the American landing force. Heavy losses sharply slowed the advance of Nimitz and Mankurt across the Pacific Ocean.
  The Germans gradually leveled the battle in the sky. ME-262 and HE-162, then ME-1010, and TA-138. These jet fighters provided a qualitative superiority over the Western numbers.
  After Roosevelt's death, the positions of isolationists in the United States sharply strengthened. They demanded peace with the Third Reich, and war exclusively against Japan.
  Dulles tried to find ways of a separate peace with Germany through Switzerland. But then a problem arose - Hitler himself did not want to end the war. The Germans, albeit slowly, were advancing through Morocco and Egypt. They had already managed to capture Iraq, which meant gaining access to oil. Kuwait was about to fall. Where would England go then? And the Nazi submarine fleet was becoming stronger and stronger. And jet bombers were already reaching London and all its environs, not to mention the V-2.
  Hitler did not want peace, he expected more.
  But the Americans had a strong trump card in their pocket.
  Because the Japanese retained control over most of their communications, the first attempt to drop an atomic bomb on Hiroshima failed. Samurai fighters intercepted a B-29 flying without cover. Both the aircraft and the atomic bomb on board were destroyed. The next strike on Hiroshima followed on August 19. This time, the Americans were able to provide cover and attacked with a large number of bombers. The strike was not very clean, the bomb exploded ten kilometers from the city, but the effect was still impressive.
  Now it turns out that the US has a nuclear baton of enormous power, which means that Germany and its allies risk getting hit in the face very hard.
  But here a third factor came into play. Stalin, who had been sitting in ambush for a long time, licking his wounds caused by the Second World War, proposed for the first time in history to hold a personal meeting with Hitler. Adolf Hitler immediately agreed. Moreover, the Fuhrer of the Third Reich even agreed to come to Moscow for this purpose, under Stalin's personal guarantees of safety.
  The meeting took place on September 2, 1945. It was the seventh year of the Second World War. In real history, it had just ended by that time. And now it was in full swing. The Germans had already driven the British out of Kuwait, western Iran, Iraq, together with the Turks from Egypt, and were fighting in Libya, Sudan, and the Arabian Peninsula. And there were also battles raging in Morocco and on the approaches to Algeria.
  Overall, the initiative was on the side of the Germans, but the Allies also fought stubbornly. The growth of the Third Reich's submarine fleet was compensated by the construction of more and more new ships and more sophisticated methods of protection against wolf packs.
  Britain was bombed, attacked by rockets. In response, the territory of the Third Reich was bombed. The Germans increased the production of weapons, especially jet aircraft. They formed foreign divisions, and divisions of mixed composition. They used slave labor, and invented new types of weapons.
  In particular, the flying discs turned out to be not only an extremely fast weapon, but also capable of gaining altitude in the stratosphere. And this made them dangerous and invulnerable high-altitude bombers.
  The TA-400 also became an unrivaled machine, surpassing the B-29 in all respects. But the most capable is, of course, the BD-18 - a wing aircraft. It is capable of bombing the territory of the USA and returning back to Germany. The flight range of the jet machine is up to 20 thousand kilometers.
  But it is still being tested. But there are already smaller tailless ones in the series.
  The Germans are ahead of the Allies in terms of aviation. The E-series tanks are also much stronger than the American Shermans and Pershings. In reality, even the German Panther-2 does not have a worthy opponent yet. But the Panther is the 2nd vehicle in serial production - the main German tank. Only the English Tortilla self-propelled gun can compete with it. But such a machine weighs 80 tons. So for now the fascists are beating the enemy with quality. But in response, the enemy uses quantity. The Germans and their allies are still winning... But the factor of the nuclear bomb and its use on August 19, 1945 worries Stalin. Japan was able to stop the advance of the British and Americans, but for now, being badly battered at sea, it cannot advance.
  The Leader of All Times and Peoples understood. There is no point in sitting around any longer, and you can end up in the position of a stupid monkey - who sits on a palm tree and waits... for the bananas to fall. And what is more stupid, to wait for the bananas to fall, if you are already sitting on them?
  Stalin smiled at Hitler. The Fuhrer looked tired but cheerful. Both dictators were about the same height, slightly below average. Both had moustaches. But Stalin's moustache was larger, with gray hairs, while Hitler's were very small and somewhat funny. His bangs gave the German tyrant a youthful appearance. And he was ten years younger than Joseph Vissarionovich.
  Stalin, having greeted them, immediately took the bull by the horns:
  - We are ready to enter the war with world capitalism and Zionism!
  Hitler asked very logically:
  - And under what conditions?
  The leader of all times and peoples answered with his typical ostentatious honesty:
  - Whoever seizes what, that's what will happen!
  Hitler looked at Stalin. After the peace was concluded, the leader was awarded the Order of Victory and a second star of the Hero of the Soviet Union. It is logical, the USSR declared itself the winner. Moreover, Stalin was awarded the title of Generalissimo. But he did not put on a uniform. Perhaps not only because of modesty. Having lost twenty million people, the great leader of all times and peoples managed to bring the grand battle to a draw.
  People may not understand it that way. The number of people dissatisfied with the regime in the USSR has grown.
  And most importantly, fear has almost disappeared. After such a war, the NKVD became much less feared. And many people who hate the Soviet power and ... have heard enough anti-Soviet propaganda have returned from captivity.
  But the most important thing Stalin understood was that if the US was given time, they would start producing nuclear weapons on stream, and after Germany they would raze the USSR to the ground.
  And the option of peace with the Third Reich is also possible. And then a war of the coalition of capitalist predators against the USSR. In any case, the country must be returned to the Second World War. Help Hitler defeat the USA and the colonial British Empire.
  And then we'll see! It's never too late to use Operation "Storm" to liberate Europe.
  By the way, the USA and Britain desperately tried to push Stalin to a war of revenge. But they were too greedy and offered little. The leader demanded that America immediately, without any preliminary conditions, hand over Alaska and the Hawaiian Islands.
  But the Americans and the English, even in Europe, wanted to give almost nothing. And what the hell is the point of such an alliance with them?
  What you don't pay for is worth nothing, and what is worth nothing must be paid for most of all!
  If they didn't want an alliance with Stalin against Hitler, it would be the other way around. Moreover, both of their empires are totalitarian and they have one thing in common - hatred of Western democracy and liberalism.
  Hitler responded with a laconicism and rationalism that was not quite typical for him:
  - Fair enough! It's time to conclude an agreement and begin joint military action!
  Stalin, with a wide tiger-like smile and his unnaturally large teeth, answered:
  - I have already given the order! And the contract is ready!
  The Fuhrer grinned and shook his hand, replying:
  - An order is more important than a contract!
  Strong ground forces of the USSR entered Iran and began to advance towards India with a fight. And at the same time, with the onset of winter, large forces moved towards Alaska. Of course, the appearance of Soviet aircraft in the sky, and ships and submarines at sea added problems to the allies.
  Many Soviet aces had already fought on the side of the Third Reich. Two of them had already received knight's crosses. The first to be awarded such an order was Kozhedub. He had a score of 123 destroyed English and American aircraft. A record among Soviet volunteers.
  But the best result of Huffman - on August 19, just on the day of the bombing of Hiroshima, he shot down the four hundredth aircraft, thus setting the third record. For this he was awarded the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds, and even earlier for the 350th aircraft the fifth degree of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords, and diamonds.
  India was covered by comparatively small British battalions, and the sepoy colonial troops went over to the Red Army. More brutal battles were raging in Iran. Britain and the USA had much more forces there. But the numerical superiority, as well as the invaluable experience of the Great Patriotic War, made their impact, and in two and a half months all of Iran was completely liberated.
  Fierce fighting was still raging in Burma.
  But by the New Year, India, Pakistan, Iran, the Middle East and all of land Asia were under the control of the USSR and the Third Reich.
  After which, on land, Soviet troops entered Africa. Plus, a real battle for Alaska unfolded in the winter.
  The Americans were still afraid to launch nuclear strikes on the USSR and tried to hit Japan. But out of three atomic bombs, by the end of the year they were able to drop only one on Nagasaki.
  Truman hysterically demanded an increase in the number of nuclear warheads and an improvement in the means of delivering them.
  The Germans, while advancing in Africa, were planning a landing in Britain.
  The year 1946 was marked by the general successes of the coalition of dictatorial powers. Africa came under the full control of the coalition during the year, but the allies managed to repel the landing in Britain.
  The US dropped an atomic bomb on Vladivostok, and five more on Japan. One on Chukotka. And three on territories controlled by the Third Reich. The Germans' level of jet aviation and air defense system had grown so much that the Allies failed to hit Germany itself out of three successes - two on France and one on Norway.
  But the Nazis did not yet have an atomic bomb to respond to. There was no talk of peace. The war was now without compromise - for total destruction.
  
  
  IVAN THE TERRIBLE AND A LITTLE BIT OF LUCK
  There, the divergence from real history began in the battle of Chashniki. Unlike what happened, in its story, Pyotr Shuysky did not suffer a defeat, but defeated the hetman's army himself. But this was the first major failure of the Russian troops in the Livonian War. But here Pyotr Shuysky showed vigilance, set up a combat outpost, and, having a numerical advantage, defeated Lithuania.
  As a result, the Russians retained the initiative. They took several more cities in Livonia and launched a campaign against Vilnius. The capital of Lithuania fell.
  The frightened Poles offered Russia peace. Tsar Ivan the Terrible received control over most of Livonia, including Riga. As well as Polotsk and the surrounding lands, up to the Berezina.
  The Russian Empire grew stronger. There was no need to introduce the oprichnina. Tsar Ivan the Terrible started his own privateer fleet and even began to build a town at the mouth of the Neva.
  Thus Ivanovograd arose. The Tsar did not move the capital there, but he fortified the port. In addition, the Russians advanced in Siberia, capturing new lands and building cities.
  And when King Sigismund died, Ivan the Terrible rose to the throne of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth.
  The authority of Tsar Ivan Vasilyevich turned out to be even higher than in real history, and he became the King of Poland and the Grand Duke of Lithuania.
  Thus, a major state emerged, surpassing both the Ottoman Empire in size and the large colonial Spanish Empire in population and strength.
  Tsar Ivan the Terrible waged another small war with Sweden, conquering Vyborg. After which he began a big war with Turkey. The Crimean Tatars were really too much of a nuisance. Raid after raid.
  The Russian army had a successful campaign. It recaptured Azov. And then in the spring it overcame Perekop. It broke into Crimea. It struck the Tatars.
  The Khan fled to Turkey. But the Ottoman Empire was still full of strength. The new Sultan Murat gathered a huge army and moved on Russia.
  However, he was defeated and barely escaped.
  The Turks were forced to make peace and cede Crimea to Russia.
  Ivan the Terrible died in 1589, at the height of his glory and success. The throne was inherited by his grandson, the son of Ivan's son, who was seven years old. Ivan the Terrible's eldest son himself died of a venereal disease. Ivan the Fifth became the Tsar. Officially, the regent was Skopin-Shuisky, a voivode and associate of the Tsar. It certainly wasn't a very strong dynasty.
  But the state grew stronger. There was only a small war with the Swedes, which ended with the victory of the Russian troops. And also campaigns in Siberia.
  But when Ivan the Fifth entered adulthood, he had to face problems. There were three years of crop failures in a row. And this caused famine. Then more problems... But the country survived. Ivan the Fifth ruled quite wisely. He reformed the army and the administration. He created colleges.
  He opened several universities. He suppressed the rebellion of the gentry. Then he annexed East Prussia to Russia.
  Then the new king of Sweden, Gustav Adolf, tried to take revenge for the previous defeat of his country. But the war ended with the conquest of Sweden.
  Denmark, together with Norway, tried to maintain friendly relations with Russia. And Germany remained fragmented. And torn apart by wars.
  France was rapidly gaining power, while Spain and Türkiye were losing it.
  Ivan the Fifth, after conquering Sweden, turned his gaze to the East. The Russians undertook several campaigns against Iran and Central Asia.
  Lands were conquered, all the way to India. Then Ivan the Fifth died, and Vasily the Fourth became tsar.
  The policy of conquest continued. The Russians went east and conquered India. And then there was a clash with Manchu China. The war lasted more than twenty years. But, in the end, China was defeated. By the beginning of the eighteenth century, Tsarist Russia had become the largest power in the world, entering Indochina and Alaska, and bordering Germany in the west. Having recaptured part of the lands from Turkey. France and Austria tried to set the Ottoman Empire against Russia. The new Tsar Peter the Great, but not from the Romanov dynasty, but Rurekevich, undertook a campaign against Turkey and captured Constantinople. After which the Russians penetrated Africa. And conquered Egypt. Austria, after several tactical successes, was defeated. Russian troops took Vienna. And they also annexed the Balkans to their lands.
  The borders extended to Italy. And in Africa, the Russians gradually reached Morocco and conquered these lands. Peter II began to build a new capital on the shores of the Mediterranean Sea. And it turned out to be a real pearl of architecture. At the same time, the Russians advanced in the loop of the Niger, conquering Africa. In the middle of the eighteenth century, there was a war against Turkey and France. As a result, all of Germany was included in Russia.
  And the Russians also populated parts of America and Canada. There was a colossal seizure of lands. A little later, France fell.
  Britain tried to sit it out on the island. Spain, engulfed in unrest, also went over to Russia's side, becoming part of it.
  By the beginning of the nineteenth century, Russia completely controlled Africa, almost all of America, captured Australia, and other Asian lands. Only England, limited to the continent, still remained independent.
  The Russian tsars put up with it. At the same time, humanity continued to develop rapidly. And so, a hundred years earlier, space flights took place. And the new cosmonaut was not Gagarin at all. But someone named Ivan.
  The Russian Empire flew to Mars back in 1885. And in 1914, the last war in the history of planet Earth took place, which ended with the conquest of Britain. After which Russia finally moved on to space expansion. In 1930, the first flight to the star Alpha Centauri began. And it lasted fifteen years before they reached the star.
  They flew around it and turned back. The first flight lasted thirty years, but science developed. Now superluminal speeds and thermoquark engines have appeared.
  In Russia itself, the nobility had already disappeared, and the Tsar was replaced by the Chairman of the planet Earth. And as a result, everything changed greatly. And people began to settle throughout the galaxy.
  
  VASILY THE THIRD AND THE LANDING FORCE OF THE HIGH-TIME TRAILERS
  There are many different universes where Russian time travelers head to.
  In one of them, Vasily III, or rather his brother Dmitry Ivanovich, approached Kazan in 1506. In May, a major battle ensued during the storming of the city.
  At this point, the Tatar cavalry moved to the rear of the Russian troops. Well, what does that mean, Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova will have to fight.
  At the same time, four witch girls are busy.
  All six of the time-travelers, by the will of the Russian gods, took and moved, standing opposite the thirty thousand horsemen of the Kazan Horde.
  Oleg Rybachenko was the first to charge. The boy swung his extended swords, performed a butterfly, and dozens of Tatar horsemen were cut down at once.
  After which the eternal child threw the grenade with his bare feet and sang:
  - Trying to weave the world,
  A web of hellish passion...
  Leper Skull and Vampire,
  With an insatiable wolf's mouth!
  And the boy whistled and crows fell on the shaved heads of the Tatars.
  Margarita is also a swift and cool woman on the move. She'll take it and throw a couple of peas with explosives with her bare toes. Then she'll make a mill with her swords and cut down a mass of Tatars, and howl:
  - I'm a supergirl! And a huge miracle in the empire!
  And here's how the beauty will whistle. And how the birds, knocked down by the wave of whistling, will fall upon the Tatars.
  Natasha is also an aggressive girl. First she uses her extended swords to perform a dragonfly, cutting down many Tatars along with their horses. Then she throws a grenade with her bare toes. Then she takes off her bra and from her scarlet nipple she shoots a pulsar, burning Tatar regiments. And then she launches a deadly lightning bolt from her belly button.
  And will burn the Kazan horde. And after the coolest approach. The girl's panties burst from the womb of Venus as a magical tornado rushes, crushing the nomads.
  Natasha yelled:
  - Glory to the Russia of Vasily III!
  Zoya is also a greyhound in the attack. She carried out a mill with her swords, cutting down her opponents into bloody meat. Then, with her bare feet, she threw a grenade of the most deadly power in the world. It was made of sawdust and also soaked in a potion, so that two Tatar squadrons flew up at once. And then a wild pulsar flies out of her crimson nipples and fries everyone.
  And like lightning from the navel it will take and strike. And it will char the meat to the bones.
  And then the girl's panties burst and a fiery wave of destruction came from the grotto of Venus.
  Zoya tweeted:
  - Love and death, good and evil! What is sacred and what is sinful - it is not destined to be understood!
  Augustine is back in battle like a beast. Her copper-red hair, in the wind, like a banner on the Potemkin. The girl attacks, makes a windmill and cuts down a mass of enemies. Then her bare toes throw a gift of incredible death. An entire Tatar cavalry regiment flies into the air. And then lightning bolts of deadly force fly out of ruby nipples. They cut and roast the enemies alive.
  And then from the navel pulsars erupt with infinite power. And burn enemies like real flies.
  And when from the bosom of Venus something fiery will light up. And it will burn the Tatar horsemen without the slightest pity.
  Augustina sang, crushing the Kazan Tatars:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang! Throughout the ages, that's why it is Rus'!
  Svetlana is also tough and invincible in the attack. She thrashes these Tatars like that. Here she performed a striking technique of the swallowtail. And the swords lengthened, the Kazan riders were cut down. Then the girl took and with her bare toes threw a bomb of colossal destructive power. She tore the Tatar fighters apart, and squeaked:
  - Glory to the soul and the Fatherland! Let's live under communism!
  And from the strawberry nipples as the pulsar of destruction will launch. It will fly by and burn the Tatar riders at once.
  Svetlana squeaked:
  - Rus', you are great!
  And then, as if from the navel, something very destructive and deadly will hit.
  But the most important present is when the panties burst and a magical tsunami flies out of the Grotto of Venus. This is generally super, and the girls showed their highest class.
  Oleg Rybachenko, chopping down the Tatars and throwing sawdust grenades into the nomads" armies, whistled again.
  And the crows fell on the shaved Tatar tops. And the boy's bare feet threw gifts of death that brought death. Destroying enemies by whole regiments.
  Oleg Rybachenko, feeling full of enthusiasm, took it and started singing;
  Motherland beautiful Russia,
  In it, Vasily is a very wise king...
  He will become, I believe, the messiah soon,
  This Orthodox Tsar!
  
  You Vasily received support,
  From the mighty Russian Gods know...
  The enemy will become a firebrand,
  I can't find the right words!
  
  You defeated the Tatars and the Poles,
  The greatest sovereign in the world...
  We want, believe me, a good fight,
  You fight, knight, and be brave!
  
  Tsar Vasily, mountains are no obstacle,
  If necessary, the Wehrmacht will be crushed...
  A major reward awaits,
  The support of the Motherland is the sword and shield!
  
  You serve a formidable monarch,
  That the great genius of different countries...
  Pouring white vodka into a glass,
  Don't let the dope go to your head!
  
  Inflict defeat on your enemies,
  Tsar Vasily is the light of the tsars...
  Ask Svarog for forgiveness,
  For the sake of our crazy children!
  
  We will win, I believe for Russia,
  My country will fly higher than the mountains!
  Jesus with the highest mission,
  That will crush the enemies of the Fatherland!
  
  We fought bravely for the Tsar,
  Because God's light is the monarch...
  And they tore the enemy apart in jest,
  Driving into crazy fear!
  
  So let the Motherland become more beautiful,
  And Vasily will conquer the earth...
  He is such a great Tsar of Russia,
  His hearts are like a monolith!
  
  We will win, I firmly believe in it,
  Our greatest Russian people...
  Enlightening the main idea,
  All enemies of the Fatherland will be torn apart!
  At the final words, the last of the thirty thousand Tatar horsemen were cut down. Thus ended the first part of the battle. The Russian troops led by Dmitry Ivanovich Rurikovich defeated the Tatars and took Kazan.
  But that was not the end of it. After such a convincing victory, the Russian army decided to move further along the Volga.
  And so the Russian regiments go down to the mouth of the great river. Ahead of them awaits a battle with the Nogai Horde and the Astrakhan Khanate.
  So the six great warriors are again entering the battle with the Tatar and Nogai armies.
  As usual, they chop down nomad regiments with swords, throw grenades and peas with antimatter with their bare toes. And at the same time, they also take girls, shoot lightning and pulsars from their scarlet nipples. And how they shoot laser beams from their whores! Which is just super and cool!
  And then waves of tornadoes from the womb...
  But they are not the only ones fighting here. Gerda and her crew of witches decided to help the Russians. These witches are brilliant designers. In particular, they made the Tiger-2 weighing only thirty-five tons, while retaining the same armor thickness, weapons, and engine. At the same time, the tank's protection turned out to be even better, thanks to the large angles of rational armor slope, and a low silhouette of 1.7 meters.
  The witch girls made such a machine. And quite simple in production and reliable. "Tiger"-2 with such a small weight became for all tank armies simply a terminator. Its gun exterminated foreign tanks and infantry.
  Even more dangerous was the HE-162 fighter, which was made by Albina and Alvina - these girls are aces. As a result, the Second World War went differently. And the Third Reich began to win on the fronts. The Tiger-3, created by Gerda and her team, also appeared. This tank weighed 60 tons, had 250-millimeter frontal armor, 170-millimeter side armor, and a 105-millimeter cannon 100 EL long and six machine guns.
  Here are the German girls in such a tank and they jumped up to the Tatars. Everything is in order. The girls control the machine with joysticks.
  Here Gerda presses the button with her bare toes, and a projectile flies out of the cannon with great destructive force. And tears the Tatars to pieces.
  Next, Charlotte shoots. She's also a killer girl. And she uses her bare toes. And again, the Tatars get it.
  And here is Christina firing from machine guns. A girl with copper-gold hair, also with bare toes of graceful feet, pressing the buttons of the joystick and crushing enemies and foes of Russia. Such a fighting girl here.
  Christina screams:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of Tsars!
  And Magda fires mercilessly, cuts down the Tatar regiments and not only with her bare toes, but also with her scarlet nipples, presses the joystick buttons and roars:
  - Glory to the new communism!
  The four of them took on the Tatars very quickly and pounded them hard.
  And Albina and Alvina, at the same time, destroyed this armada from a flying saucer.
  They, pressing the joystick buttons with their bare toes, sent rays of death at the enemy. And literally burned out the enemies.
  Albina pressed the lever with her ruby nipple and squeaked:
  - This is very cool! But send the beam wider!
  Alvina, having crushed the enemy with her strawberry nipple, noted aggressively, burning her opponents:
  - There is a wider one! We will wipe them into shit!
  And the girls just started screaming:
  - Glory to the cool Fatherland!
  So the Astrakhan and Nogai Tatars were killed very quickly.
  And then the storming of Astrakhan itself. That's how one victory leads to others.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, together with this Grand Duke, moved towards Astrakhan.
  The boy and girl stormed this large city. They fought, again arriving Russian army through the corridor of time.
  And again they hacked and threw the boomerang with their bare toes. Now everything went much easier. And the army was commanded by Vasily III himself. And his power was great. The troops of the Grand Duchy of Lithuania also arrived, or rather the regiment of Prince Glinsky, who wanted to become related to the Russian Tsar Vasily III, and therefore brought the Lithuanians there. They all stormed the city together.
  It was not so simple here, since the Turkish Sultan sent a considerable army, seeking to expand his possessions. But the army of the Grand Duchy of Moscow was full of fighting enthusiasm.
  And the terminator children were hacking and throwing boomerangs, disks, stars. Oleg Rybachenko even threw a couple of grenades.
  With their bare feet, the children also threw sharp stars and thin discs that could cut several throats at once.
  And their legs are truly the embodiment of agility, and swift and even wild strength.
  And when a girl throws a boomerang with her bare fingers, it will not be honey at all for the enemies of holy Muscovite Rus'!
  The Terminator children shouted in unison:
  - Glory to Vasily III, the greatest of the Russian tsars!
  And how they whistle... And the crows fall on the Tatar heads, breaking through the tops.
  And then Natasha and her team fight. As usual, with swords and scarlet nipples. And plus Augustina used a magic flamethrower, which became a death sentence for the nomadic empire.
  And again a great victory for the Russian kingdom.
  Vasily III was crowned Tsar and was officially recognized as Emperor. His empire became huge. Russians also began to penetrate into Siberia. And the Crimean Khanate even recognized itself as a vassal of Russia.
  
  Astrakhan fell and recognized Vasily III as its tsar. And this was a glorious and loud victory. After which the girls moved to another place.
  It was already 1508. Vasily III put forward his candidacy for the throne of the Grand Duke of Lithuania.
  Russia's authority at that time was so high that most Lithuanians wanted to recognize Vasily III as their ruler. But there was still one more contender who also had every chance of gaining the throne.
  It was his army and he himself that Oleg Rybachenko and his team had to kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko attacked, running faster than a cheetah. His sharp swords cut down a mass of Lithuanians and Poles. And then the boy threw a grenade with his bare toes, and tore apart the army of Vasily III's rival.
  The immortal boy sang:
  - Glory to Rus' in this life! Let us reign under communism!
  And then he will release lightning from his navel along the Lithuanian parts and tear them into pieces.
  And whistles. Crows fall and break through the Lithuanian crowns.
  The girl chopped the mill with her swords. Then she took it and threw a whole bomb of sawdust with her bare feet, tearing apart a battalion of mercenaries.
  And then he will take lightning from his navel and release it, and burn all his enemies.
  Margarita also whistled and knocked down the crows.
  And he coos:
  - Glory to our free Fatherland!
  Yes, the immortal children are beating the enemies to pieces.
  But the witch girls are not weak either. And they send lightning from their scarlet nipples, and throw gifts of death with their bare feet. And in general, they did not go crazy with a trifling joke. And so such wild lightnings fly from their navels, and turn Russia's enemies into ashes.
  But the girl, without thinking twice, went and sent a tornado from the womb of Venus, so that her swimming trunks burst. And that's cool!
  Then all four girls pulled down their panties and released an aggressive stream of magical tsunami from the grotto of pleasure, finishing off the Lithuanians.
  As a result, the remnants of the Lithuanian army burned.
  And now Vasily III could become the Grand Duke of Lithuania. However, this is just the tip of the iceberg. There is still Poland, which has not been conquered. Well, having strengthened itself in 1512, the huge Russian army moved towards Warsaw and Krakow.
  In the decisive battle, Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, together with four girls, are back in the fight. And as always, they chop down enemies with their elongated swords. They throw grenades with their bare feet. And they shoot lightning with their scarlet nipples. And without thinking twice, they shoot pulsars from their navels. And, of course, the beauties' Venusian wombs work at one hundred percent.
  And when everyone starts whistling at once, then at that moment many thousands of crows faint and fall on the heads of the Poles and mercenary troops.
  But they are not the only ones threshing the Poles.
  Five Russian Komsomol girls arrived on the IS-7.
  And they, too, began to thresh the Poles.
  Eight machine guns started firing at once, and how they mowed down the soldiers of Poland. And then Anyuta pressed the lever with her scarlet nipples.
  And she cooed at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to the mighty Soviet and Stalinist Fatherland!
  Alenka, the crew commander, fired by pressing the joystick button with her crimson nipple, at the thighs and growled:
  - Glory to the Holy Motherland!
  Aurora, this red-haired devil, hit me with her ruby nipples. And she yelped:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of love!
  And tore apart a lot of Poles.
  Maria also fires at the enemies. How she tears them into pieces. And the machine guns extinguish the enemies from Poland.
  The girl cries:
  - Glory to the new communism!
  And her strawberry nipples are in action, emitting charges.
  And the Olympics thresh the Poles. And uses strawberry nipples, which is very, very effective.
  This is the extermination of Poles.
  Thus, the landing party of time travelers works collectively. And almost all of them are girls, only one immortal boy Oleg Rybachenko.
  But this boy whistles so loudly that the crows, falling, knock down Poles by the thousands.
  The battle passed in one breath. Warsaw was taken at once. And then the Russian soldiers took Krakow... Thus the gathering of the Slavs proceeded.
  In 1514 Vasily III took East Prussia. Here Oleg Rybachenko fought only together with Margarita Korshunova. The enemy was much weaker, and there was no need for much help. Maybe only to take the fortress-city of Konigsberg. Here this pair of child terminators worked to glory.
  And again they used swords and threw grenades with bare feet.
  And Russia took from the Germans, who had been defeated, all the lands up to the Oder.
  True, in 1516 a large German army, blessed by the Pope, moved towards Rus'.
  Well then. In the parallel universe, girls now have the opportunity to work. Moreover, a large army has gathered - two hundred thousand warriors from all over Europe. Russians alone cannot cope with such a force. But what do foreign armies exist for?
  Of course, so that Russian warrior-terminators and sorcerers and sorceresses have material on which to perform their heroic deeds.
  And it"s great when there is a place in the world for heroism.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in any case, did not miss this.
  Of course, child terminators Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova took part in the battles.
  With their bare, childish feet, they threw everything sharp and piercing so zealously that the Livonian troops died in huge numbers.
  What's more, children also shoot cannons accurately and so accurately.
  Oleg the boy-terminator fired and threw a lethal present with his bare feet.
  Scattered the opponents and squeaked:
  - I am the embodiment of destruction!
  And the boy will lose his desire and start crying:
  - I am the son of the great renaissance!
  Margarita, this cool girl, will also launch a killer with her bare toes and squeak:
  - I am the daughter of the great goddesses of annihilation!
  And again the children laugh and bare their teeth. And then they fly up to the fortress. And they chop everyone down. They don't have swords, they just have propellers. And they exterminate the Germans, the French and other soldiers of the mercenary army without mercy.
  The boy and the girl are all barefoot, even in the snow. And they, immortal children, even like it!
  And why not? Why would those children need shoes, who have bodies faster than any animal, and of course cannot forgive or get sick.
  Natasha also fights with the wild fury of a tigress. And she will drive a mill with her swords, and launch a gift of death with her bare feet. And she will take lightning from her scarlet nipples and strike.
  Mercenaries will take and roast alive
  And here the navel sends out real and incomprehensibly burning rays of death.
  And finally, a tornado of death pours out from the womb of Venus.
  The girl cries:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of unbending kings!
  Zoya is also in an aggressive battle and so she thrashes enemies with swords. As if she cuts them down with a sickle. And with her bare toes she sends gifts of annihilation. And from her navel she strikes with lightning. And here her strawberry nipples are pouring out pulsars.
  And how the bosom of Venus will spew forth a supply of destruction and death.
  The warrior shouts:
  - Glory to the Russian tsars!
  Augustina also fights like a terminator. The girl will shoot something burning from her ruby nipple. And her belly button will release lightning, frying the mercenaries. And her bare toes will give in to powerful pulsars of flame.
  And from the womb of Aphrodite a tsunami of destruction and burning magic will fly out.
  Augustina sang:
  - I'm red-haired, cool, and barefoot in the snow!
  Svetlana also got mad. And again, let's first start with the mill with swords. And then with bare feet, the gift of total destruction. And a whole regiment of German mercenaries flew up, from the explosion of the annihilation bomb. And then from the navel, like lightning, hits more deadly than ever.
  And from the bosom of Venus a tornado of the wildest annihilation will pour out. And it will wipe out a couple of regiments into charred coals mixed with bones.
  This is a very violent reproduction of the world's energy.
  Yes, the six was working actively.
  Oleg Rybachenko whistles louder and louder. And more and more crows and other vultures fall upon the mercenaries. One vulture takes down five or six fighters.
  This is the devil's brigade sent by the Russian gods at work.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang;
  Starfall and the roar of lightning.
  Thunderstorms saddle horses,
  But peace quietly flows over the earth
  Monasteries.
  
  And above the grey clouds
  Blue falcon heights.
  Here, under the cover of heaven
  We were born.
  
  Frost licks the deer's tracks,
  He chases prey all day long,
  But the cold is kept in check
  Smoke of villages.
  
  The blizzard piled up snowdrifts
  Daughter of the white-toothed winter.
  Here, in the eye of snow
  We have grown up.
  
   The seed of the horde is gnawing at us,
   We are oppressed by the yoke of the infidels,
   But it boils in our veins
   Sky of the Slavs.
  
   And from the shores of Chudsky
   To the icy Kolyma.
   All this is our land!
   This is all us!
  
  Over the hill they forge axes,
  To chop off the violent heads,
  But the people themselves ring with chain mail,
  Russian speech.
  
  And from the copse to the stars
  The White Army rises.
  Here, on my native land
  We are going to die!
  No, Oleg Rybachenko didn't really like such songs. But the huge army of mercenary papal troops from all over Europe was almost completely defeated. And they are running to save themselves from the inexorable landing of the time-travelers.
  And the girls will all at once release gas from their butts and tens of thousands of Russia's opponents will die from this poison.
  And the Russian regiments moved on. Now they are storming Berlin. And there is the Emperor of Germany himself with a large army.
  The hardest part is that Natasha and her team deliberately fell behind, and the immortal children have to fight alone. But that makes it even more interesting.
  Oleg and Margarita rushed swiftly, and having flown up the wall, they carried out the mills, cutting down five or six German mercenary fighters.
  Then they began to cut the opponents and launch, knocking down dozens of knights and warriors.
  And they fell and collapsed.
  The boy and the girl fought like titans. They were distinguished by their agility, and their swords made fifteen swings per second. And so they chopped the enemy. Both the children and the weapons were special: swords and sabres at the same time and they chopped almost any metal and flesh.
  Oleg performed a large butterfly, cut down a dozen opponents at once and roared:
  - I'm a big scooter!
  And again the boy is in a frantic attack.
  And here is a girl throwing a grenade with her bare toes and squealing:
  - Our glorious Fatherland, Rodnovery, Orthodox! And we will be able to beat all the Germans, and Berlin will be under Russia!
  And again the young, immortal warriors attack. And they fight with furious frenzy. They are a wild cascade of ideas and frantic energy.
  A young couple on the attack. And German and mercenary soldiers fall under their blows. And the fighters who received immortality and are working off their eternal life are having a lot of fun.
  Oleg, having cut down the German mercenary, roared:
  - Hundred after hundred, regiment after regiment! Russian knights are chopping with the sword! I believe victory will come soon! We are opening a glorious account!
  Margarita threw the sharply sharpened disk with her bare toes and sang:
  - Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat!
  Oleg Rybachenko, this eternal boy, also threw the discus with his bare, childish, but very strong foot and sang:
  - Defender of the Fatherland! Soldier of Perun!
  Margarita, continuing to chop, sang:
  - Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat!
  The boy, cutting down the enemies, hissed:
  - The alarm is sounding for the heroes of Rus'!
  This is how heroic children fight - great heroes! They have the passion and strength of a whole legion.
  Or maybe even ten legions! Looking at them, the other warriors were encouraged and began to rush over the walls of Berlin.
  Oleg, cutting down the Germans, roared:
  - For Tsar Vasily III!
  And as he throws a sharply honed disk, he cuts down a dozen enemies of Rus'.
  And he'll spin the butterfly again, and then the mill. Cutting down a dozen at a time. And then the boy will take it and kick the Duke in the chin with his bare heel.
  He will fly and plop right into a cauldron of boiling resin.
  Oleg Rybachenko yelled:
  - Well, to hell with you!
  Margarita took the boomerang with her bare toes, cut down five German mercenaries and roared:
  - Glory to the Fatherland of Tsar Vasily!
  Oleg Rybachenko enthusiastically confirmed:
  - Glory to holy Russia!
  Margarita, chopping down the Germans, hissed:
  - This is not Russia yet, but Muscovy!
  Now a significant part of the wall has been captured by Russian soldiers. They are already penetrating into the city itself.
  Grand Duke Vasily found himself somewhat in the shadows because of his great son Ivan the Terrible.
  But in real history, Berlin did not submit to him. And now children are rewriting and adding what their Russian ancestors failed to do.
  Oleg Rybachenko chopped off four heads with one blow. Then the boy threw a boomerang with his bare toes. He chopped off seven more fighters and squealed:
  - They somehow got him into the coffin, but the strongest ghoul,
  He wanted to bite my neck, but he turned out to be like game!
  And the young warrior suddenly lost his desire...
  Margarita turned the screw and squeaked:
  - I'm a cobra ready to jump!
  And again she will launch a killer boomerang with her bare toes. The girl, what can I say, is like the coolest goddess.
  Now most of Berlin has been captured. Brave children are storming the palace of the Supreme Emperor of Germany. They are full of rage and wild excitement. Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova are child terminators. And every wave of theirs, and they wave very often, is new corpses!
  Oleg Rybachenko, while fighting, noted:
  - But this battle can change a lot!
  Margarita agreed:
  - Joseph Stalin conquered Berlin only in the twentieth century! And now his distant ancestor Dmitry Ivanovich will conquer it too!
  The boy threw a boomerang with his bare toes. He slit the throats of five Germans and barked:
  - For great Rus' and the sky of the Slavs!
  Margarita confidently confirmed:
  - For the Greatest Empire!
  And the girl also threw a sharply sharpened blade with her bare toes.
  And she cut down a lot of knights and simple warriors, and chopped up some. That's what a fighting beauty she is.
  Margarita is really cool. For the sake of immortality, she agreed to become a girl, giving up her adult body, and be sold into slavery. But she gained such superhuman strength! And believe me, this is super for her too!
  The girl fights, and the boy fights, and the enemies fall. They are cut down and weakened.
  So the brave children break into the throne room, where the Supreme German Emperor is located.
  He tries to leave, but the boy throws a star with his bare foot and pierces the emperor's head. He falls, pierced, and dies...
  Then the child rangers exterminate the rest of the Germans. However, the latter, having lost their master, throw down their weapons and surrender.
  And so Berlin fell.
  The cities up to the Elbe have now become Russian. However, this is not the end.
  The Russian army is ready to move on... But that will be another story. However, for now Vasily III has decided not to go further west, but to conquer Livonia, which hangs in the Russian rear and is becoming dangerous and aggressive.
  
  
  DARTH VADER AND THE SAMURAI SWORD
  But what if Darth Vader and Ahsoka Tana, his partner, were to find themselves during the war between Russia and Japan! That's where they would be much more needed!
  Darth Vader and Ahsoka Tana, armed with lightsabers, landed on Mount Vysokaya. The assault was in full swing. The Japanese had thrown almost all of their available forces into the assault. The Black Lord was in armor. Both of his hands held lightsabers. The mighty warrior performed a windmill, and a whole dozen samurai warriors fell chopped into the November mud.
  Ahsoka Tano jumped and spun, cutting down the Japanese and whistled:
  - Keep it up!
  The padawan girl was in an aggressive and extremely combative mood.
  Darth Vader slashed again and roared:
  - For the great cosmic peace!
  Torn pieces of human bodies flew in all directions.
  Ahsoka Tano also slashed with her swords, cut through her opponents, and then threw a tiny pea of antimatter with her bare girlish foot.
  It exploded with deafening force and tore apart an entire battalion of warriors from the Land of the Rising Sun.
  And she squeaked:
  - For cosmic intelligence!
  Darth Vader reproduced a butterfly with his swords, cutting through the samurai and muttered:
  - For the great achievements of the empire!
  Then the black lord's lightsaber hung in the air. He snapped his fingers, and immediately a hundred Japanese soldiers grabbed their throats, and began to choke in the invisible stranglehold of the dark side of the force.
  Ahsoka threw the tiny pea of antimatter with her bare foot again, and tore apart an entire regiment of samurai with it.
  It should be noted that one gram of antimatter is as destructive as two atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. And poppy seed-sized peas hit like a vacuum bomb.
  And Ahsoka has a whole bag of them.
  Here the girl's bare heel throws another gift of destruction, and a fiery glow flares up, engulfing and burning alive many hundreds of samurai at once.
  Darth Vader snaps his fingers again, and half a thousand Japanese soldiers begin to writhe, strangled by the chokes of a wild, dark force.
  Ahsoka Tano, with her bare toes, threw out another portion of material and squeaked:
  - For the dominance of good!
  Darth Vader once again swung his swords in a mill, his lightsabers extending a hundred meters, cutting down the mass of Japanese attacking Mount Vysokaya and roared:
  - No to the dark side of the force!
  Ahsoka Tano once again threw a tiny pea of antimatter with her bare heel. She tore and burned an entire squad of Japanese fighters, and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - For the Greatness of our empire of harsh goodness!
  Darth Vader once again swung his swords and released fire from his mouth. Two hundred samurai burst into flames at once.
  The Black Lord roared:
  - The Jedi's faces swell,
  The empire will be born again!
  The power of light does not save,
  You will die Jedi!
  Ahsoka Tano also made a windmill with her swords, and with the bare toes of her graceful feet threw a gift of antimatter. She burned a mass of Japanese and squeaked:
  - No one can stop us, nothing can defeat us!
  And again the girl's bare heel will throw up a ball of annihilation. And so many Japanese fighters will burn. A whole regiment at least.
  The girl chirped:
  - Japan and Russia - a new passage mission!
  The Black Lord is once again strangling thousands of samurai with his dark power. The bullets miss a couple of fighters covered by power. Meanwhile, they are exterminating the warriors of the Empire of the Rising Sun with swords and other devices.
  Here again Darth Vader is running a mill, cutting off so much Japanese meat at once and growling:
  - For Emperor Palpatine!
  Ahsoka threw the gift of death with her bare toes and chirped:
  - For Luke Skywalker!
  The Black Lord replied angrily:
  - Luke is not worthy of being my son!
  Ahsoka did another mill, cut off the crowd of Japanese and replied:
  - And who is worthy? We are all scoundrels in our own way!
  Darth Vader slashed with his swords and snapped his fingers again, breaking the necks of the Rising Sun Empire troops, and growled like a tiger:
  - I'm not just a scoundrel, I'm a great scoundrel!
  Ahsoka slashed her swords again and squeaked:
  - May the force be with us!
  And the girl's bare, round heel gave in another pea of destruction.
  The Japanese were literally falling in ranks. Their capabilities were shrinking with catastrophic speed. It was not the wisest idea to storm the Vysokaya mountain with all their might, when there were two such super fighters there. The barefoot, very beautiful and combative Ahsoka and the black lord in impenetrable armor.
  Here Darth Vader threw a pea of death with his gloved fingers, tearing apart Japanese soldiers.
  They fell from the black lord's blows, as if they had been knocked down. But then a third fighter joined them. Well, of course, Princess Leia. A charming girl in a slave bikini and with swords.
  Here she threw a pea of death with her bare toes, tearing the samurai into small, torn, bloody fragments. And she sang with a laugh:
  - And the enemy flock flew to the ground,
  Under the pressure of force and swords!
  Two lightsabers flashed in Princess Leia's hands, and they lengthened and cut down the Japanese fighters attacking Mount High.
  They were cut into cabbage.
  Leia bared her teeth and cooed:
  - Glory to the ideas of space communism!
  And the princess's bare heel in a bikini hurls something extremely murderous and destructive.
  A glow erupted, and the mass of samurai was suddenly burned and charred.
  Ahsoka Tano, too, slashed with her swords, making a wild and swift mill. She cut off the darkness of the Japanese. Then her bare toes of graceful feet launched another pea of destruction. They incinerated a mass of enemies.
  The padawan girl yelped:
  - To the beautiful boys!
  And her bare heel left the pea of total annihilation. And so many Japanese were destroyed at once.
  The Black Lord extended his red swords of light for three hundred meters, cutting down the Japanese. This is a very effective move. How many fighters of the Rising Sun Empire were killed and cut.
  Darth Vader roared, releasing a pulsar of colossal, destructive force from his mouth:
  - No one dares to oppose the will of the empire!
  Princess Leia, with her bare toes, launched the disk that cut down dozens of samurai, and squealed:
  - No one and never!
  Ahsoka Tano ran her swords in a mill, cutting down Japanese fighters, and with her bare, girlish heel, giving the gift of destruction, squealed:
  - Glory to tsarist Russia!
  Darth Vader snapped his fingers, breaking the necks of a thousand Japanese soldiers at once with dark force energy, and growled:
  - Glory to the Empire!
  Ahsoka Tano slashed her swords again and squeaked:
  - And to us eternal glory!
  But then a third girl, a fourth warrior, appeared. In this case, the Emperor's granddaughter, Princess Rey! She is also barefoot and in a bikini. Indeed, all three girls use their legs very actively in battle, and shoes only hinder them. And if the legs are bare, then a bikini is quite appropriate. Moreover, it helps to use magical power more effectively.
  Princess Rei took the pulsar and released it with her bare toes, tearing the Japanese soldiers into tiny pieces.
  Then she twirled her swords, cutting the samurai army into torn pieces of meat. And her light wells are so long and cut any metal.
  Princess Rey roared:
  - For the empire that has no name!
  And the girl's bare heel gave the pea with hellish antimatter a lethal force.
  Ahsoka Tano squeaked, baring her face aggressively:
  - Our empire is just!
  And the bare toes of the girl's feet will launch the destruction of the devil's gift.
  Princess Leia, that beautiful warrior in a bikini, went and hit the enemy, performing a windmill, and squealed:
  - For the greatness of the boundless empire!
  And the naked, round, pink heel of a beautiful girl threw a gift of deadly power, from which two regiments of the samurai army were sent to the underworld.
  The Black Lord, snapping his fingers and strangling the Japanese, quite logically noted:
  - There is no greater valor than defeating a worthy opponent!
  And Darth Vader's swords spun and chopped off so many heads of samurai that they began to feel fear.
  Princess Rey twirled her swords, extending them to a greater distance, cutting her opponents.
  And then her bare toes of graceful feet threw something extremely deadly and destructive at once five peas. And emitted a tornado, really, giving no chance for salvation. After which the girl growled aggressively:
  - For achievements of the highest order!
  Princess Leia also kicked the enemy with her bare heel, a gift of complete destruction. Then the girl slashed diagonally, and on the heads with swords and squeaked:
  - For future strength!
  Ahsoka didn't stand on ceremony. With her bare foot she threw a larger pea. She tore apart three regiments of the Japanese army. She burned a cloud of samurai and cut them with swords. Moreover, the girl also spat out an unusually lethal pulsar from her mouth.
  And she spat a fiery gift:
  - To the royal chambers!
  Princess Rei is on the attack again, and her swords cut with terrible and lethal force. And her bare feet threw a dozen peas. Literally burned through an entire regiment of samurai troops.
  Darth Vader snapped the fingers of both hands one last time. Thousands of crows fell on the heads of the Japanese soldiers, piercing their crowns. The Black Lord noted with a satisfied look:
  - We seem to have stopped them! Glory to the space empire!
  The Japanese onslaught on Mount Vysokaya has finally dried up. Four fighters with superpowers from Star Wars have killed over a hundred thousand soldiers and officers of the Empire of the Rising Sun. Numerous chopped and burned corpses littered all approaches to Mount Vysokaya.
  Darth Vader said with satisfaction, turning off his lightsabers and hiding them in his belt:
  - We did a great job! Now Japan won't be able to gather new forces for the assault right away!
  Ahsoka Tano logically noted:
  - The samurai still have many troops, they still have a powerful fleet!
  Princess Leia agreed:
  - Of course! The most important thing is the fleet! As long as Japan has the advantage at sea, it will fight!
  Princess Rey suggested:
  - So let's attack the enemy at sea! We have swords, and we can fly over the water!
  Darth Vader agreed:
  - That's right! We're attacking the enemy fleet! We need to complete the mission!
  Ahsoka Tano giggled and licked her lips, replying with pleasure:
  - I love sinking boats!
  The four warriors rose into the air. They turned from Mount Vysokaya and flew to the sea. Togo's squadron was approaching Port Arthur just then.
  A powerful fleet, twelve battleships, many cruisers and destroyers.
  The Japanese fleet, numerous and well-equipped at that time, was already noticeably superior to the Russian squadron in Port Arthur. True, Rozhdestvensky's armada was hurrying from the Baltic. And if this citadel had held out until its arrival, the samurai's affairs would not have been so rosy. However, even now they had problems.
  Especially when the four super cool warriors flew over the sea surface.
  Ahsoka even sang with delight:
  - Sea surf, sea surf,
  Don't leave, stay with me!
  Princess Leia, shaking her bare, girlish legs in flight, continued:
  - Sea pier! Sea pier!
  It's time to say goodbye, he shouted!
  Princess Rey readily agreed:
  - And happiness, for many years now,
  Go on a space voyage!
  Here are the first battleships ahead. Darth Vader swung his swords, the laser beams lengthened and cut through the first two ships. They split and began to sink.
  The Black Lord said with a grin:
  - We will destroy you!
  Princess Leia also took and chopped at the Japanese ships, splitting them in half.
  The girl then threw a pea of annihilation, which tore the cruiser apart and squeaked:
  - For the victory parade!
  Ahsoka Tano also slashed at the enemy with her bare toes, destroying an armadillo, and then slashed with lightsabers, cutting through the Japanese armadas.
  And she chirped:
  - To the highest level of aerobatics!
  And Princess Rey took and chopped the enemies. Also under her blows, the ships are cut as if butter with a knife.
  Palpatine's granddaughter took and threw a pea with her bare toes, exploding the Japanese vessels and sang:
  - The ships are sinking to the bottom,
  With anchors, sails...
  And then yours will be -
  Golden chests!
  Golden chests!
  Ahsoka Tano, cutting down the Japanese with one swing of her lightsaber, continued singing:
  - The ships lie broken,
  The chests are open!
  Emeralds and rubies are falling like rain!
  And the girl also threw a pea of antimatter with her bare toes.
  Princess Leia also slashed with her lightsabers, cutting the ships into ragged pieces.
  And she continued singing;
  If you want to be rich,
  If you want to be happy...
  Stay with us Vader,
  You will be our king!
  You will be our king!
  And the girl's bare foot again throws the product of total annihilation, cutting through the ship.
  The Japanese try to fire at the four, but to no avail. Their shells miss the black lord and the three supergirls.
  Darth Vader snapped his fingers and several destroyers from the land of the rising sun curled up into a ram's horn and began to sink.
  Darth Vader roared:
  - A Russian warrior does not groan in pain,
  And it will never drown in water!
  Princess Leia also slashed with her swords and drowned the Japanese, logically noting:
  - Our motto is four words:
  If you're drowning, drown someone else!
  Ahsoka Tano is in a furious battle again. And she took and slashed, her swords pierced, lengthening for hundreds of meters, cutting through cruisers and battleships. The Japanese fell down and drowned.
  The girl chirped:
  - We'll bury them all! And dig them up!
  Princess Rey is also so swift and invincible in attack. Here her weapon became more formidable and sharply slashed at the ships of the Land of the Rising Sun. And then bare toes that amazed with their grace and sexuality threw gifts of annihilation that tore the mass of the ship into small fragments.
  The warrior yelled:
  - Glory to space communism!
  Darth Vader snapped his fingers again. He twisted several Japanese ships into a ram's horn and roared:
  - Great glory to heroism!
  Ahsoka Tano spun her laser swords like helicopter blades. She cut the battleship-flagship on which the Admiral of the Land of the Rising Sun Toga was located in half. Then she threw a pea with her bare toes that tore apart the cruiser and roared:
  - Glory to the Fatherland, which will put all the cosmic worlds under the heel of the titanium boot of the empire!
  
  Princess Leia will also spin the devil's spinner with swords. She will cut the ships, cut the metal. Then her bare, sharpened girl's foot will throw a deadly, and chanceless gift of death. Again the Japanese ships are sinking.
  The princess squeaked:
  - For the supreme power of the empire!
  And Princess Rey, continuing to chop down the ships of the Land of the Rising Sun without any mercy and throw gifts of annihilation with her bare feet, began to sing;
  There are many different doors in space,
  Streams of evil hyperplasm are raging!
  Knowledge gave a lot of keys,
  We were people, and now we are gods!
  
  On starships we rush along the waves,
  Quarks foam in the vortices of ether!
  What will I pass on to my descendants?
  To the children of another, stormy world!
  
  The vacuum is warm, it warms the hearts,
  The stars around are like the faces of lovers!
  We serve progress - there is no end,
  And on Earth the maples rustle gently!
  
  Where we step, the world blooms,
  The thunder of battles is the music of life!
  Let us set out boldly on a new campaign,
  Let us serve the eternal Fatherland sacredly!
  
  Let there be sacrifices - space is harsh,
  Many different species and races!
  The abyss of worlds is too vast,
  A friend in the evening, but betrayed in the morning!
  
  But for the Fatherland there are no barriers,
  Everyone knows: a bright spirit is power!
  Neither Gehenna nor Hell will frighten you,
  Death and the grave will not take you captive!
  
  Only flesh can be annihilated,
  Well, and the soul serves the Motherland faithfully!
  Troubles and sorrows - overcome everything,
  If we have to, let's tighten our belts!
  
  Here we have defeated the enemies,
  We are humanity - the navel of the universe!
  If an abomination comes, it will meet a blow,
  It does not suit us: softness, sorrow and sobbing!
  
  Into space for us, it became like an inner courtyard,
  A quick flight between the stars, like a walk!
  Although the heavenly carpet is boundless,
  We can remake it - no joke!
  Darth Vader took it and snapped his fingers again, crushing the vessels.
  But Ahsoka Tana released streams of fire from her tongue, burning the Japanese without the slightest mercy.
  The girl chirped:
  - Darth Vader, Darth Vader,
  You are my idol!
  Let's conquer the world together!
  And the bare toes of graceful feet launch something simply devilishly murderous.
  But Princess Rey, without further ado, took and exposed her scarlet nipple from under her bikini. And she launched lightning at the samurai. And two battleships exploded and melted at once.
  Princess Leia threw the pea of death with wild fury and squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to the endless cosmos!
  And she also released a deadly lightning bolt from the strawberry nipple. And the fleet of the Land of the Rising Sun is getting sick.
  And Ahsoka Tano launched a pulsar from a ruby nipple. And shattered a mass of ships.
  The large vessels of the once mighty Japanese fleet have already been sunk. All that remains is to squeeze out the smallest ones. The destroyers have already begun to run away. And they probably have no real chance of being saved.
  Darth Vader and three supergirls flew after the samurai and finished off the last ships. The bare feet of the beauties threw very small, but antimatter-bearing peas the size of a poppy seed. But a lot of Japanese died.
  Each poppy seed destroyed two or three Japanese ships with annihilation.
  Darth Vader and his crew are the ultimate, extremely deadly death machines.
  The Black Lord even noted philosophically:
  - An unfinished enemy is like an untreated disease - expect complications!
  At the same time, to make it more fun and to create a more playful mood, they sang in beautiful voices;
  May there be happiness for all people forever,
  Caressing the stars, fooling around and laughing!
  Only hopeless cripples are sad,
  In fact, man is the prince of all!
  
  I wasn't looking for a prince in the stormy waters,
  After all, for me, recognition is to cut down enemies with a sword!
  And even in dreams - I dream of a cruel fight,
  War is beautiful, even if terrible - burn the horde with fire!
  
  Here the starship fell, burning in the darkness,
  The shards scattered like gems in the mountains!
  And the rocks became like the plumage of a parrot,
  When it's beautiful, pain and fear disappear!
  
  Now I dance like I'm a gypsy,
  Bare feet were stained with blood!
  Know that cannonade is the best barrel organ,
  To crush everyone is the most passionate love!
  
  Violence is a bottomless pool,
  A sharp needle is stuck in the heart!
  And on other planets people are groaning,
  Fate presented them with such a "prize"!
  
  I fight from dusk till dawn,
  And even the Devil himself was surprised!
  The valor of this maiden is glorified in poems,
  And I can read her passion on her lips!
  
  Yes, revenge knows no boundaries or measures,
  If the world has offended you, don"t punish the fool!
  The land of the Fatherland is better than a place in heaven,
  Cement is the idea, people are the bricks!
  
  And in my soul, a wound aches cruelly,
  My boyfriend died defending the region!
  And the Motherland is trampled, desecrated,
  I am as if in chains, dare to seek revenge!
  
  In another universe, there are even three suns,
  The planet may be lush, but the air is dry!
  And to hell with all the wisdom and science,
  My hyperlaser gave up and went out!
  
  But my goal is to save the Messiah from troubles,
  Find the key that crushes death!
  The space was watered by the tears of the fallen,
  I can't believe for long - I have to endure the collapse of the country!
  The last ships have been sunk. A glorious victory for Darth Vader and his three great warriors. But the matter is not over yet. A still large Japanese army confronts the Russian General Kuropatkin.
  Considering how incompetent this would-be commander is, it would be better to destroy the samurai army here too.
  Darth Vader and three terminator girls fly, using antigravs, to the positions of the army of the great empire. There are still more than two hundred and twenty thousand Japanese soldiers. And all the fighters are very combative and assertive.
  Darth Vader was the first to attack, flying up to the samurai, his swords suddenly lengthening and cutting down an entire line.
  Ahsoka Tano also slashed with her killer maneuver. And destroyed a mass of Japanese. And then her bare toes of graceful feet threw a gift of complete annihilation.
  And so many samurai were roasted at once.
  The girl squeaked:
  - For the great communism of the space empire!
  Princess Leia also threw a pea of death at the enemy. She tore apart a lot of samurai and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of the country!
  And her swords, lengthening, cut the Japanese.
  The samurai tried to shoot from guns and cannons at the brave four. But Darth Vader and his team were not affected by the bullets. And the shells flew past.
  Princess Rey, cutting down the enemies, squeaked:
  - For the great country, the eagles run for space!
  And also with his bare toes he will launch something that will not give the slightest mercy to the enemy.
  The Black Lord swung his swords very briskly. He cut through the mass of enemies and growled:
  - The darkness of hell has descended upon the city,
  In the shadows the clouds hide at home...
  Having drawn a sharp hammer from steel,
  Satan is walking the streets!
  And here again, like lightning, Darth Vader will release from his fingers. And how the shot down and burning alive Japanese will fall.
  Ahsoka Tano, while cutting down her opponents, noted:
  - It was in vain that they decided to fight with us!
  And the girl threw a lethal gift of annihilation with her bare toes.
  Princess Leia logically noted:
  - But they have no choice!
  And the beauty's bare toes threw something small, but very deadly.
  The girls acted like giant titans. And even chirped at the top of their lungs:
  - Glory to the great Sith fleet!
  And again all three girls threw gifts of destruction with their bare, sharpened, tenacious fingers. The warriors are very dashing. And so they chop with laser swords.
  Princess Rei struck with lightning from the scarlet nipple, and a mass of samurai burned.
  All that was left of many of them were their boots.
  Three girls are very fierce warriors. Who love to fight exclusively barefoot and in bikinis. And their bare feet throw extremely destructive toes.
  The girls are very beautiful and have a fighting spirit. And they love a good fight.
  Princess Leia even got emotional. And again she threw the gift of destruction with her bare foot, tearing the Japanese apart.
  Then from the ruby nipple she shot lightning that burned a mass of samurai. And after that she sang;
  The space is painted with a black, gloomy light,
  And it seems that the stars have dimmed in their orbits!
  I want love, but in response I hear - no,
  The hearts of lovers are broken into pieces!
  
  I beg you, my prince, come to me,
  I cried oceans of tears in grief!
  Break all the chains of prejudice,
  I want you to convey the truth to the people!
  
  Love is more important than duty and crowns,
  If you need it, I will betray my fatherland!
  And I will put my beloved on the throne,
  After all, my prince is more precious to me than life!
  She sang a beautiful song and continued to throw with her bare toes what brings inevitable death to the samurai.
  Princess Rey, swinging her swords in a mill with a span of hundreds of meters, noted:
  - You sing well! But you shouldn't betray your Fatherland in any case!
  Ahsoka Tano confirmed, releasing a deadly bolt of lightning from her navel:
  - There is no need to betray the Fatherland!
  Princess Leia agreed:
  - This is great! And even cool!
  Darth Vader chopped the samurai with the "big dragon" technique and roared:
  - You are just super cuties!
  And the black lord, moved, began to sing:
  
  The noise of wondrous passion on the banks,
  Rivers where blood flows in a stormy stream!
  A shaft of stars will fall in the clouds,
  Spark with a miraculous sign!
  
  You are like a goddess to me,
  With a soul burning in the darkness!
  Loving you more than life,
  I illuminated my world with a dream!
  
  There is no one more beautiful in the world than you,
  Universal ideal!
  I will die in battle in the prime of life,
  I have met my destiny!
  
  The unquenchable light of love,
  And the sparkle in your eyes!
  Come say hello, beauty,
  I can't sleep at night because of tears!
  Supergirls are very cool and extremely combative beauties. Their extreme use of force sometimes reaches grotesque forms.
  Ahsoka Tano spat the words out of the scarlet nipple again with a piece of hyperplasm. She burned a mass of Japanese, and they were charred as if they were from a lamb shashlik.
  The girl licked her full lips and squeaked:
  - For the greatest of communisms of the most aggressive space in the universe!
  The warrior who was a sorceress, Princess Leia, slashed at the Japanese with her lightsabers and slashed with a buffalo:
  - You won't get sex, boys!
  Princess Rhea noticed aggressively, throwing a piece of antimatter with her bare toes of her graceful feet and squeaked:
  - It's not good to deprive these big boys of sex! But it's really cool!
  Ahsoka Tano, cutting down the Japanese, readily agreed:
  - Extremely cool! And to the point of colic!
  Princess Rey noted logically, baring her teeth in a pearly smile:
  - Glory to progress!
  And she slashed with her swords, and her bare feet launched another round of brutal annihilation.
  Darth Vader first performed a swallowtail with swords, and then hit with force lightning. He is simply a warrior of the highest class, capable of burning everything. And only embers fly off from the Japanese.
  The brute in the black suit roared:
  - My boundless greatness, may the beautiful beating be glorified!
  And again the swords fly, cutting everyone down and smashing off heads and skulls.
  Princess Rei, crushing her opponents, and her nipples sparkling like rubies, actively emitted pulsars, and all the samurai were thoroughly burned.
  The terminator girl, baring her teeth, rationally noted, throwing her bare, very sexy foot at the concentration of antimatter:
  -For the greatness of Russia! Vader is our fighter-mission!
  The Black Lord corrected the girl:
  - For the greatness of the space empire first and foremost! And the decline of Russia can only be stopped by a new landing force of time travelers!
  Princess Leia, cutting up the Japanese and leaving them without arms and legs, agreed:
  - Yes, our landing force of time travelers is saving Tsar Nicholas II! Glory to this monarch!
  Darth Vader readily agreed with this, chopping up the opponents of the Russian Empire like cabbage:
  -Glory to the good king!
  And now again the lightning of power burns through and very fatally burns the samurai.
  Princess Rey, while destroying her enemies, quite rationally noted:
  -Our Tsar Nicholas will make Russia above all!
  And the nimble toes of a bare foot will take and throw something at the enemy that is deadly without any, the slightest mercy.
  Princess Leia, chopping her opponents into small pieces, and demonstrating the unbending character of the Terminator girls, and throwing gifts of death with such beautiful, tanned and chiseled legs that the Japanese easily lost their bodies. And heads, too. But it wasn't the best idea for them to attack Russia. When Darth Vader himself, without further ado and prejudice, took up their extermination. And this is a fighter of the most aggressive scope. But his partners, perhaps, are even cooler and scarier. And if they chop, then they will give no mercy in principle to anyone. And from bare, graceful legs, merciless gifts of death will fly.
  Princess Rei, when another gift she threw struck the Japanese general, barked:
  -The space empire will never go down!
  And again, from her bare foot flies a gift of the most hefty death and destruction of a total level.
  Princess Leia, sweeping away enemies like a broom, making cutlets out of them, and dawning with lightning bolts of power emitted from strawberry nipples, noted:
  - I believe that there is no hell!
  Darth Vader, sending another tsunami wave that covered the samurai, noted:
  - Our world is hell... But interesting!
  Ahsoka Tano threw a surprisingly deadly gift of annihilation with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - No, the most interesting thing is that we do not live in vain!
  Darth Vader readily agreed with this, having already spun the mill for the umpteenth time with his swords, which were constantly lengthening:
  - Of course, our life is not given for nothing! Glory to the Fatherland of Space Communism!
  And so, like lightning, the forces will burn away many thousands of Japanese at once. And they will leave neither roots nor branches.
  Princess Leia, cutting down the other fighters of the Empire of the Rising Sun, quite logically noted:
  -The world is full of nastiness!
  And her bare, chiseled foot threw out again something that could not be calculated.
  Darth Vader cut off the heads of samurai, and at the same time did not forget to joke:
  - A politician is like beer, only good when cold and on the table!
  Princess Rei, cutting down the Japanese fighters, agreed with this:
  - A politician is sweet with his speeches, but the bitter aftertaste from them is not at all like beer!
  Princess Leia, having finished off a couple of battalions with one swing, noted:
  - A politician only tells the truth when he distorts himself!
  Ahsoka Tana, having cut through a mass of Japanese, agreed with this. Throwing another pea of destruction, and tearing the Japanese apart, the girls said:
  - A politician, in order to at least become a little bit of a Deity, crucifies the voter completely!
  Darth Vader, finishing off the last Japanese soldiers with lightning, said:
  - A politician is God in only one thing, in inventing excuses for why his election promises were such a diabolical failure!
  Princess Leia, having finished off the final battalion of the Japanese army with the last lightning bolt from her ruby nipple, chirped:
  -In the means of achieving Divine heights, the politician is Satan himself!
  THERE WILL BE NO TSUSHIMA
  This time they had to fight the Japanese at sea. The famous six took on the destruction of the squadron in the Tsushima Strait. Just before the arrival of Rozhdestvensky's Russian squadron;
  The tank went into the water. Screws appeared from the sides, which controlled the machine. Here was the first target: a Japanese destroyer. Natasha pressed the joystick buttons with the thin toes of her bare feet.
  And the shell hit the very bottom of the ship with lethal force. It tore apart the armor.
  The destroyer received another shell. Margarita pressed her bare foot again.
  And now the Japanese man is drowning.
  Augustina giggled:
  - Let's sink them one by one! Machine guns aren't very effective underwater!
  And the girl pressed the joystick with her scarlet nipple, this time sending a projectile into the bottom of the destroyer.
  Svetlana answered with a smile:
  - What ladies we have here!
  Natasha sent the projectile with her bare toes again and shouted:
  - In the name of Rus', let there be victory!
  Augustina spat out the shells. She cut open the bottom of the ship of the Land of the Rising Sun and noted:
  - Still, the tsarist power in Russia was not as bad as propaganda claimed.
  Svetlana agreed with this and willingly began to speak, especially since she had nothing else to do anyway.
  - Under Tsar Nicholas II, Russia introduced the gold standard of money. The currency of the empire became the most solid and stable in the world. Prices, too, practically did not grow. And under Tsar Nicholas, wages reached thirty-seven rubles a month. In fact, Russia became one of the leading countries in the world in terms of living standards. Industrial production became the fourth in the world.
  Augustina fired at the Japanese with her ruby nipples. Having sunk a cruiser this time, she sang:
  - We are the strongest in the world,
  We will soak all our enemies in the toilet.
  The fatherland does not believe in tears,
  And we'll give the evil oligarchs a good whack on the brains!
  And the girl laughed. And her teeth sparkled like pearls!
  The boy general suggested:
  - Since the war with Japan will end in victory, Russia's economic growth will be even greater! And the Tsarist Empire will become the richest country!
  Augustina sank another destroyer with her bare toes and hissed:
  - We were always rich! We lacked order!
  Natasha, using her scarlet nipples, hit the battleship of the Land of the Rising Sun and remarked:
  - We were not inferior to the Germans in anything during the First World War. But because of the fifth column, we missed the victory!
  Augustina, with her bare toes, also sent another projectile into the belly of the armadillo and declared:
  - Of course! The fifth column is to blame for everything. During the First World War, the Germans couldn't even get close to Minsk and were beaten in Galicia. And under Stalin, they already saw the Kremlin through binoculars. What does this mean?
  Natasha, using her scarlet nipples, fired another projectile into the bottom of the battleship and muttered:
  - Treason! We missed such a victory!
  Margarita also considered it necessary to remind:
  - If it weren't for betrayal, we would have gained Constantinople and Asia Minor as our own, as well as access to the Mediterranean Sea. But we lost so much because of betrayal and the fifth column!
  Augustina launched another projectile with her ruby nipples:
  - Yes, it is the fifth column! How many troubles because of it! The Russian Empire is a unique formation that could expand to the limits of the entire world and make humanity united!
  Natasha muttered aggressively:
  - Of course! I could and would have done everything! And humanity would be united and invincible!
  The girl sent another shell with the help of her scarlet nipples, after which the battleship finally split. And the Japanese sank.
  Svetlana also flashed her strawberry nipples and noted with alarm in her voice:
  - Look at what is happening in the world now? Russia and the USA are on the brink of war. And China is overpopulated and totalitarian. There is no order and prosperity in the world!
  Natasha sent a new projectile with the help of the scarlet pacifiers to the Japanese ships, this time to the cruiser, and agreed:
  - There is no order in the world! We need a unified government!
  Augustina released the projectile with the help of her strawberry nipples and nodded in agreement:
  - And the tsarist empire could become such a government! The autocracy of Russia is the guarantor of global stability and prosperity!
  And the girl sent another projectile, using her bare toes, which finally split the cruiser.
  The Japanese were clearly freaking out. They were shooting randomly, not understanding who was sinking them.
  It should be noted that on land, Japan did not have a large advantage in numbers. And even in real history, it lost many more killed and wounded than Russia.
  But at sea, the ships of the Land of the Rising Sun, produced in Britain and the USA, were slightly better than the Russian ones, which were mainly of domestic production.
  But even here the Japanese have a very slight qualitative advantage. And the Russians shoot, perhaps, more accurately.
  Natasha, firing with the help of her bare toes, and having sunk another destroyer, remarked in annoyance:
  - Well, indeed, Russia has defeated stronger opponents. For example, Napoleon!
  Augustina, using her ruby nipple to fire a projectile at the armored cruiser, added:
  - Oh yes! Napoleon was a genius! And he was stronger, but we defeated him!
  Margarita sighed heavily, sent a projectile with her bare toes, and grumbled:
  - To lose to the Japanese. It's so annoying and offensive!
  Augustina, shooting her ruby nipples, agreed with this:
  - It's very unfortunate! Alas, the era of the Romanov dynasty ended because of this. A glorious, heroic era, with conquests and victories. And although we did not have our own Genghis Khan, we rose from the time of Ivan Kalita.
  And the girl sent another, with her bare toes, very lethal projectile. And the armored cruiser split into two parts.
  Natasha continued to use the scarlet nipples, and with one shell she sank another destroyer. And the samurai have a lot of destroyers.
  The warrior asked the boys:
  - But I wonder why in the history of the world, not one empire has achieved absolute power?
  Augustine, with her ruby nipples, once again sent a projectile into the belly of another destroyer and declared:
  - Yes, that's really why? They all fell. The Persian Empire, Alexander the Great, and the Roman Empire. Why has no one united humanity?
  Natasha stamped her bare, graceful foot in annoyance. She sank another ship and said:
  - Exactly! Genghis Khan created an empire that could have subjugated the entire world. But after his death, his sons and grandsons started a showdown and tore the empire apart. Only Tsarist Russia, with its unitary system, was a country that could exist for many centuries and expand until it swallowed the entire globe!
  Augustina's eyes flashed and she declared, sinking another destroyer with the help of her ruby nipples:
  - Glory to the great empire of Tsar Nicholas! We will not give power to the illegitimate Bolsheviks and the provisional government!
  Natasha also with scarlet nipples, sent a shell into the ship. She sank the Japanese and sang:
  - God save the king,
  Strong sovereign
  Reign with glory
  To our glory!
  Reign to the fear of your enemies -
  Orthodox Tsar!
  Reign with glory
  To our glory!
  The girls were obviously really turned on. They were crushing the samurai so much, you could hardly stop admiring them. And Oleg Rybachenko was driving his killer underwater tank. In general, this is a cool weapon of his. It sinks the entire Japanese fleet. And that is a great force.
  Twelve, only large armored ships, dozens of smaller ones, including cruisers. More than sixty destroyers alone. It will take time to destroy all of this.
  Natasha, using her bare toes to finish off another ship, asked Oleg:
  - Do you think God exists?
  The boy general grinned and replied:
  - In what sense?
  Natasha sent a new projectile with her scarlet nipples, finishing off the destroyer, and noted:
  - There are many versions of religions! There are pagan ones, and monotheistic ones! Sometimes you start thinking about it. And you doubt whether God exists when there is such a mess in the teachings!
  Augustina, with the help of her scarlet breast nipples, split another destroyer and, giggling, remarked:
  - Yes, in this regard it is difficult to believe in the Bible. That only God would behave like that. And even have favorites!
  Natasha slapped with her bare toes and nodded in agreement:
  - Exactly. To believe that some one people is the people of God? This is clearly unworthy of the highest reason!
  Afterwards, the girl began to sink a large tonnage battleship with the help of her scarlet nipples. The warrior worked.
  But Margarita, using her bare toes, expressed her opinion:
  - It"s still not clear how it"s possible that a loving God disfigures women like that!
  Natasha was surprised:
  - What do you mean, it disfigures?
  Margarita tapped her bare toes and answered honestly:
  - Yes, it turns them into old women! And what could be more disgusting than an old woman!
  Augustina, using her scarlet nipples, launched a projectile into the cruiser's belly and declared:
  - For some reason, there are very nasty old women walking around on earth, which is both stupid and terribly ugly!
  Natasha shook her head, pressed her bare toes, and supported:
  - And it's unattractive! And it's not aesthetically pleasing!
  The warrior laughed and winked at her partner. Like, she's so cool and aggressive.
  Svetlana hit him with her strawberry nipple and seriously remarked:
  - Indeed, old age is very bad. It makes people ugly, weak, vulnerable. But from an evolutionary point of view, it has some advantages!
  Augustina was surprised. Having hit another destroyer with her bare toes, she asked:
  - And what advantages could there be in this disgusting state?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered seriously:
  - It stimulates the development of science and intelligence. If man did not experience fatigue, then he would not need to invent a car. In the same way, the weakness of claws and fangs led to the invention of the knife. Cold times and the ice age taught us to make fire. Diseases stimulated the development of medicine. - The professor watched how skillfully Juliana sent another Japanese ship to the bottom, and continued. - In many ways, human weaknesses stimulated science. We did not know how to fly, but we created airplanes. And that is progress!
  Natasha, using her bare toes, sent another projectile and noted:
  - Progress. But still, when you look at the old woman, it becomes so disgusting. Is it really impossible to do without human ugliness?
  Augustina, shooting with the help of her scarlet nipples, agreed with this:
  - Even young people can invent an airplane. But why bother with damned old age! It's horrible and disgusting!
  Margarita sang out of place:
  - I will not part with the Komsomol! I will be forever young!
  And the girl slammed her fist on the metal.
  Meanwhile, another battleship was sinking.
  The submarine tank continued to sink the Japanese fleet. Admiral Togo himself ended up in the water and was forced to save himself in a boat. Japan had a large fleet, but was faced with a fundamentally new weapon. And was now suffering a complete defeat.
  Augustina, with the help of ruby nipples, continuing to sink the ships of Japan, baring her teeth, which are very large and sharp, suggested:
  - That's what I think. Of course, there should be aesthetics of bodies. And women shouldn't become ugly, with flabby skin and bent bodies.
  Natasha, with the help of her bare toes, having sent another destroyer to the bottom, very willingly agreed with this:
  - Of course! This is what science is working on!
  Both warriors were in a very cheerful mood. After all, they were successfully sinking the enemy fleet.
  Aggressive girls are capable of great feats.
  Margarita, using her bare toes to shoot, meanwhile, expressed her thought:
  - Religions also arose because of man's weakness. If man were stronger, there would be no religions. And of course, death and fear of death lead to man seeking consolation!
  Augustina, lighting the fire with ruby nipples, reminded:
  - I took part in a spiritualistic session, and I saw something amazing. So spirits do exist!
  Natasha, using her bare toes, with a slyness in her voice, noted:
  - There is nothing surprising in the existence of spirits! After all, we fly in our sleep. And that means there is a soul, and as a memory of flights!
  The boy general nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, there is a soul! In this regard, man is unique! And now, maybe, we will have some fun!
  The Japanese fleet was melting. The underwater tank played the role of the killer. Oleg was a little sad. Firstly, he found himself in the role of an extra. And secondly, what was annoying was that you couldn"t see everything very well when you were underwater. In general, Oleg had serious doubts about God. Indeed, why, after the Russians accepted Christianity, did all sorts of troubles rain down on them. And the Mongol-Tatar invasion, and before that, the feudal fragmentation of the princes. Wars between Russian people.
  That"s when, finally, from the time of Ivan Kalita, the revival of Russia began,
  Muscovy grew stronger. Until, for example, under Ivan III it finally became a unified, centralized state. And threw off the Tatar yoke.
  Yes, of course, Russia was rising up. Until it stumbled on Japan.
  This marked the end of the history of the monarchy and the Romanov dynasty.
  However, the monarchy is gone, but authoritarianism remains.
  Oleg Rybachenko gently stroked Augustine's back. The girl purred contentedly. It seemed she liked it.
  The boy genius logically noted:
  - There is nothing wrong with a man loving a girl, and a girl loving a man. It is quite natural. But at the same time, people should observe decency.
  Augustina, firing her ruby nipples, objected with displeasure:
  - Let's do without moralizing. I don't like that!
  The boy genius chuckled:
  - And who loves! But we must face the truth. People, in this regard, are noticeably different from animals!
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, there is a big gap between us!
  Augustina replied sarcastically:
  - You know, I don"t notice much of a difference between you and a monkey!
  Oleg laughed. Augustine, with the help of ruby nipples, sank, in the meantime, the last of the twelve armored ships of Japan. After which, the girl noted:
  - We've almost finished with the enemy fleet!
  Oleg Rybachenko grinned sarcastically:
  - Yes, you are good workers! And really, you are capable of a lot! In general, I love warriors - it's so sexy!
  Natasha twisted her body and sang:
  - I seem sexy, I'm like a processor! And I move like a robot - a sonic aggressor!
  After which the boy-general stroked Augustine a little more boldly. The girl pressed the joystick buttons with her long bare toes and looked charming.
  How graceful her movements are.
  Oleg's imagination drew a princess walking barefoot to the scaffold. How romantic. And the princess is such a redhead. They took off all her jewelry and expensive dress. They left only sackcloth. But the prison uniform further emphasizes the charm of her sweet, pleasant, fresh, rose-like face. And her fiery hair. How beautiful is the princess walking to her execution.
  And up there, thousands of people are drowning. Ships are breaking apart, the elements are raging.
  And Japan suffers a colossal, unique defeat. So the samurai must, apparently, repent of their sins.
  Oleg Rybachenko thought, what do the Japanese believe in? What is their religion? They are pagans. But they defeated Orthodox Russia. After that, think about whose God is stronger!
  And the Mongols were pagans, but how many territories they captured.
  Oleg asked Augustine:
  - Tell me, beauty, how do you like Rodnoverie?
  The girl smiled broadly and, having sunk another destroyer, replied:
  - A very good religion! There are such beautiful fairy tales there!
  Oleg asked ingratiatingly:
  - Do you think they are fairy tales? Or maybe all these Russian Gods really exist?
  Agustina shrugged and replied:
  - Maybe both elves and gnomes exist! Anything can happen in our world. And it's hard to say what really exists and what doesn't!
  Oleg Rybachenko logically noted:
  - To some extent, everything in our world exists. All our thoughts, dreams, desires, what we leave behind. I have a very interesting theory of the Hypernoosphere, in which absolutely everything that has ever been invented by people exists. That is, thought exists forever. And it remains in some other, parallel worlds.
  Margarita asked sarcastically:
  - What about, for example, a more classical division: into heaven and hell?
  The boy general remarked sullenly:
  - This is most likely a primitive idea of the ancients about retribution after death. In reality, most likely, everything is somewhat more complicated!
  Natasha exclaimed with delight, flooding one of the last Japanese ships with her scarlet nipples:
  - Cursed and ancient,
  The enemy swears again
  Rub me
  Grind into powder.
  But the angel does not sleep,
  And everything will be okay. And everything will end well!
  The girls finished off the enemy fleet. The boy general accelerated the tank, pursuing the samurai. Yes, they did a good job here. It's interesting how history can be corrected. Tsarist Russia was a powerful country that was rising to the top. Although not all people lived well.
  But the country was rising. The working day was shortened. New holidays appeared. Local government was created. Wages grew with stable prices. Schools were opened. Under Tsar Nicholas II, education expenditures increased more than sixfold. Primary education became compulsory.
  Yes, not everything changed for the better quickly enough, but how much the country lost because of the revolution and civil war. How many smart people died and left the Motherland? And now, in this part of the universe, there is a chance to prevent something like this.
  The tank, streamlined in shape, swam quickly and silently under water. And now the last destroyer of the Land of the Rising Sun was sunk.
  Natasha said with delight:
  - Look how good I am!
  Augustina corrected the girl, clarifying:
  - What great guys we all are! We fought like lionesses!
  Oleg remarked with annoyance:
  - Nothing special! We just had better technology!
  Augustina giggled and replied:
  - But we fired the cannons ourselves!
  Natasha supported her friend:
  - And we did the aiming ourselves too! And this is a keen eye...
  Oleg picked up:
  - Crooked hands!
  Natasha laughed and replied:
  - You are a charming boy!
  Oleg honestly stated:
  - I feel sorry for the Japanese. They draw wonderful cartoons. I especially like hentai!
  Augustina burst out laughing and twirled her leg in the air:
  - Hentai, it's cool! Very cool, even!
  Natasha, with the smile of a girl who has tasted the jam, suggested:
  - Let's maybe kick some fascists' asses too!
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded with a smile:
  - Good idea. But let's finish off Japan's ground forces first. And help the war end faster. So that fascism doesn't appear in this universe.
  The girls answered in chorus:
  -And it won"t appear, and China will be ours!
  After the Japanese fleet was sunk, the T-195 super tank emerged to the surface.
  And Oleg Rybachenko began to sing with great delight;
  The Slavs must conquer the world,
  But with the heart, not with nuclear war!
  Pure and merciful is the army of Rus',
  Rise up as an invincible country!
  
  We carry the bright light of Orthodoxy,
  Under the face of God there are glorious victories!
  I fight with a cruel enemy at night, during the day-
  Let our deeds be sung
  
  It happened to my holy Motherland,
  To experience terrible suffering!
  And even tears flow from the eyes,
  When such evil trials!
  
  The Almighty generously distributes gifts,
  Russia has become powerful and beautiful!
  We strive to fly with our wingspan,
  The sunset illuminated the vault of heaven with a satin thread!
  
  And the cross shows the planet the way,
  To salvation, to the redemption of Jesus!
  We Russians certainly won't be able to turn away from it,
  Don't be in the sublunar doomsday!
  
  The Motherland is flourishing magnificently -
  It is without boundaries in the luxury of the oak grove...
  And crystal, pearl, glorious ice-
  A sign of God's unceasing glory!
  
  The green knight is not in sight,
  It is a noose only for the weak...
  He will lie in wait for the careless thief,
  They only seek protection from the state!
  
  It will be great, everything will be fine,
  And a wonderful time will come...
  But know one thing, knight,
  What will bloodthirsty Cain lose?
  
  But the Almighty will come all in rays-
  And the sky will be radiantly bright...
  Then Rod calls the resurrected,
  Lada will charge with rocket fuel!
  
  The planets will be ours forever,
  Saturn, Jupiter, Mars, the warmth of Venus...
  The young men of the year will not be frightened,
  Because our grandfathers never grow old!
  
  Then everything on Earth will become like paradise,
  Such a place is Christ the Lord Himself!
  Don't throw words to the wind, knight,
  And the enemies of the Motherland have already been defeated!
  
  
  FOURTEENTH YEAR OF WAR!
  Once again the boy was transported to 1954. The Nazis broke into Saratov, but got stuck there. Part of the fascist troops still tried to advance to Kuibyshev. It was already autumn, yellow leaves were falling. A group of young pioneers: boys and girls, stood in the way of the fascists.
  The children are thin, the boys have short hair, the girls have pigtails. Despite the autumn chill, they are dressed lightly and all are barefoot. They dig additional trenches for themselves, set hedgehogs, prepare traps. Despite the fact that they are half-starved, they are outwardly cheerful and even sing to themselves.
  We are Stalin's sons, pioneers,
  We love to fight for our Fatherland...
  We are true to Lenin's precepts from the bottom of our hearts,
  Although during the war, we cook empty porridge!
    
  We fight for my Motherland,
  All boys and barefoot girls...
  Russia won't be torn apart ruble by ruble,
  Let the children's laughter be very loud!
    
  Well, what about the tank, made of Tiger steel?
  Just a piece of hardened metal...
  We will incinerate it right away,
  May the Motherland prosper forever!
    
  We will make the Fatherland dearer to everyone,
  The jump will go with the dream of communism...
  And the villain will be crushed into ashes,
  Let us cast aside the decomposed corpse of fascism!
    
  We are children, but in our souls we are eagles,
  Under the bombs, believe me, we are not shy...
  Reckless sons of the Fatherland,
  Let's soap up the Fritzes, I firmly believe in their necks!
    
  Stalingrad was full of heroism,
  In which the class was shown to be high...
  We believe that the bastard Fuhrer will soon die,
  And we will see the distant future of communism!
    
  Our Leningrad will never surrender,
  Although he has been freezing under the blockade for years...
  Great is the sacred land,
  May you be in full dress uniform!
    
  Russia is the homeland of the gods,
  Jesus blesses us for battle...
  We will be, believe me, worthy of our fathers,
  So that the hated Cain does not gain the upper hand!
    
  Yes, the enemy has entered deep into the Fatherland,
  In winter, we children run around barefoot...
  But Fritz will be defeated anyway,
  Let's end our journey in ruined Berlin!
    
  And then God will resurrect the lost,
  For the tears of our previous generations...
  Stalin, the leader, will bless us with love,
  And the radiant leader Lenin will accept you into heaven!
  The boys and girls sang and worked very energetically. Although the food is not very good. But the Volga River is nearby, and you can catch fish. Especially many catfish have bred, which feed on corpses. The children happily gobble up the fish soup. It is good in the fall: lots of apples and vitamins. It will be much worse in the winter. The snowdrifts will burn the bare heels of the children, when their legs become red, like goose feet. And the rations are cut.
  A girl Masha and a boy Petya are digging a hole. A pioneer girl asks the boy:
  - Do you think Petenka will resist?
  The boy, pressing his bare, bruised foot on the shovel, confidently said:
  - Either we stand or we perish... There is no third option!
  The girl sighed heavily and remarked:
  - I was born and the war was already going on. I have never known peaceful days!
  The boy sighed heavily and replied:
  - Peaceful days... I wish I could at least find out what chocolate tastes like.
  Petka licked his lips. His face was thin, his light hair stuck out in a short hedgehog style. He had a crew cut like a prisoner, and now they had let it grow a little. Nevertheless, the boy seemed cheerful and smiled a lot. His teeth were large and healthy-looking. Simple food, plenty of vegetables and fish, are good for health. Constantly working in the fresh air, the children developed endurance in themselves.
  And the shovels moved energetically, measuredly...
  And there was a noise in the sky... The fast, jet-powered aviation of the Fritzes appeared.
  It has not yet been possible to beat the Luftwaffe in the air. Moreover, the fascists have too many human and material resources. And the quality of the planes is stronger.
  Here is the formidable ME-62 with seven aircraft cannons. Even the MIG-15 can't get close to it. Try to cope with the firepower of the German hawk.
  The German mastodon has both higher speed and armor. And the Nazis use a certain tactic to give the Russians a chance due to horizontal maneuver. The Germans have powerful planes. And the He-362 is also unusually maneuverable.
  The pioneers lay down in the trenches, and fire opened on them from above. One of the boys was shot through and began to thrash about in agony. It was a terrible sight.
  Masha stuck her head with red braids out of the trench and sang:
  - They kill us, we kill... How often this does not coincide!
  Several bombs weighing half a ton fell. A battle broke out in the sky. The dominant MiG-15 grappled with the Nazis. The German ME-462, thanks to its powerful armor and weapons, can play the role of an attack aircraft.
  And at the same time, it is a very durable and difficult to knock down machine.
  As soon as the Germans stopped shelling, the pioneers jumped out again and got to work.
  They swung their shovels quite energetically. Dark from the dirt of the tan, the boys and girls knew no fatigue. But in the sky, a MiG-15 rammed a much heavier German machine.
  The Fritzes have become more careful. They try to maneuver. Some Soviet planes are made using a simplified scheme and are used like kamikazes. Barely trained boys often board them to go to their deaths. And this mass heroism shocks the fascists.
  And the pioneers sing and work hard... Petya, who managed to be on the front lines, says:
  - Now the tanks will come and we will fight!
  Masha nodded and smiled:
  - Yes, they will go... But this will be their last campaign!
  Nevertheless, there is, of course, a certain fear. After all, pyramidal machines, no matter how you look at it, are more advanced. And they are very difficult to hit. In addition, small, but in large numbers, rollers make the tracks less vulnerable.
  But the pioneers are always ready for a fight. And nothing can stop them... Here the artillery shelling begins. Long-range German large-caliber guns test the strength of Soviet territory. And a lot of destruction, blown up trenches.
  Children have to hide in cracks... Wait out the monstrous artillery barrage.
  Masha leaned on Petya and whispered:
  - Our party will protect us! And Grandpa Lenin is always at his post!
  The boy confirmed:
  - Stalin died, but his work lives on! If only someone would kill Hitler!
  It's a good idea to kill the Fuhrer, but Hitler is still alive. And he's meeting October in his lair in Cyprus. It's warm and cheerful there. There are gladiator fights.
  And the boys and girls are freezing... A cold rain, driven from the north, has started to drizzle. And they are almost naked. It is extremely unpleasant, even the teeth are chattering.
  Petka jumps out of the trench in despair and continues digging, saying:
  - I was born desperate, and I will die desperate! If I break my head, I will tie it to a ram!
  Masha jumped out after him, flashing her dust-grey, girlish heels. Other pioneers jumped out too, energetically working with shovels. And paying no attention to the shelling. Let the fascists shoot, you can't scare them with that.
  The Great Patriotic War is already in its fourteenth year, and the fascists are bogged down in battles for Saratov. An attempt to advance toward Moscow was also unsuccessful. The Germans broke through thirty to forty kilometers in the center, overcame a couple of defense lines, and were stopped again. Leningrad is firmly holding on to the blockade. And it is not giving in.
  Even the flying discs don't help much, despite all their speed and invulnerability.
  The Nazis were able to take Rzhev, but they were stopped at this line. And they ran into a dense defense. At the same time, the situation was complicated by the defeat of Japan, which suffered major losses while storming Alma-Ata. The samurai gave in badly here.
  But they are mobilizing the Chinese into their army. Russia is also infinitely exhausted and cannot develop its success. This is how the exchange of blows is happening.
  And a tank is already rushing towards the pioneers... The heaviest ones are moving first: pyramidal AG-200, with two mortars, and 550-millimeter armor thickness, at a steep angle and with a very hard surface. Nothing can penetrate such a tank. Any charge will ricochet off the armor.
  But the pioneers have no fear, brave guys, prepared surprises for the caterpillars of this mastodon. Behind him move AG-100, and AG-50.
  Young warriors camouflaged mines and homemade explosives. For example, you can make quite powerful ones from a mixture of rotted grass and manure.
  Bombs.
  And the pioneers camouflaged them in the grass. The weapon is without a shell, and therefore the metal-detecting small radio-controlled tanks do not see it.
  Masha whispers:
  - For the glory of the holy Motherland...
  Petya confirms:
  - It should work!
  The children are smiling, they are tanned, their faces are dirty, but their hair is light and sun-bleached.
  Here the first German tank seems to run into the puncher's fist. A bomb explodes under it. Broken rollers and other metal and broken stuff fly in all directions. The formidable E-200 shook and stopped. It received rations from Russian children. In desperation, it fired from its mortars... Fountains of explosions arose. Here the second tank ran into bombs made of rotted grass and manure. And this rock shook. The Germans stopped, the third tank blew up... But these mastodons weigh three hundred tons, and are built in such a way that they can withstand hits from battleship guns, deflecting shells into ricochets.
  And then their brats, having built mines from silage and cow dung, stopped them.
  The fourth super-heavy tank exploded. The Nazis stopped and opened fire. The boys and girls detonated the bombs using a simple wire with an electric spark.
  The pioneers, seeing that the Fritzes had slowed down, shouted in unison:
  - Adolf is bad! Shit in my pants!
  And laughter, sticking out tongues. The girls laugh, they are also involved in this. The AG-200 moved again, and the fifth, supertank, blew up. And the small, dog-sized dwarf machines started running around. They are trying to find the mines. The children opened fire on them with rifles. The fascists stop. Some of their machines caught fire. The lighter tanks are trying to break through, picking up speed.
  But again they are met with mines and powerful explosions that overturn modern tanks. The Germans are suffering losses. The second dozen have already been blown up. And they are trying to fire at the pioneers.
  One girl got a splinter in her round heel. She squealed and shouted:
  - No, we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate that Russians, fragrant bread, be called by the word ford!
  The girl did not give up the flour, although the sole of her graceful foot was cut and blood was flowing. Alas, this is war. Other pioneers were also wounded. And during the shelling, this is inevitable. And the boy Murat was completely torn in half.
  Hitler's tanks began to drop hooks to pull away damaged vehicles.
  And the infantry went into the attack. There are many soldiers from Africa, as well as Indians and Arabs recruited by raids. The boys and girls are armed with only rifles and grenades. There is too acute a shortage of ammunition to give everyone an AK.
  Only a dozen of the most trained and experienced boys have Kalashnikovs. And they shoot at the fascist mercenaries.
  The foreign army moves in an organized crowd and suffers colossal losses. Children shoot accurately. And the pioneer girls are not inferior to the pioneer boys.
  The colored regiments, recruited by the method of raids, are falling. The Germans do not feel sorry for them at all. According to the fascists, Asia and Africa are already too populous. So the men should be killed in slaughterhouses, and the women, who are more beautiful, should be made their wives.
  Petka fired and said:
  - The spirit of the Russian knight!
  Masha took off her opponent and squealed:
  - May he be with us!
  The little pioneer boy, Mishka, hit and roared:
  - For the Motherland!
  The girl Olya fired a shot from a gun, smashing the fascist's head, chirping:
  - For Stalin!
  Petya fired again and hit the Arab in the stomach, hissing:
  - For Molotov!
  Yes, at the moment the deceased Stalin was replaced by Molotov. Beria had already been shot as having attempted to seize the throne. Molotov more or less suited everyone. But the powers of the Chairman of the State Defense Committee were curtailed. A kind of dictator became collective, instead of Stalin's autocracy. And Vasilevsky was made the Supreme Commander-in-Chief. Which finally led to the erosion of authoritarianism.
  Therefore Masha added:
  - For Vasilevsky!
  And the battle continued... The infantry, consisting of foreigners, came closer and closer. The children suffered more and more losses. The situation became critical.
  Petka threw a grenade and received a tangential bullet wound to his side.
  The boy hissed:
  - No! I still won't give up!
  But the side hurt... and bled. Scarlet liquid flowed down the torn and dirty T-shirt.
  Masha hissed:
  - We will take revenge on you, fascists!
  The girl tossed the grenade with her bare foot and whistled like the Nightingale the Robber.
  An explosion was heard, and the screams of dead foreigners.
  The infantry wavered. But in the rear there were armored cars with machine guns, ready to open fire on their own.
  Oleg also threw a grenade and shouted:
  - But pasaran!
  The enemy wavered. At that moment, machine guns hit the enemy. They began to mow down the enemy.
  The children looked around. Several dozen barefoot Komsomol girls pulled up machine guns and opened fire. They were shooting at the mercenaries. The girl's squad crept up unnoticed. The Komsomol girls were young, slender, and pretty, and they were shooting at the Nazis very accurately. The battered fascists ran away.
  
  THE COURAGE OF STENKA RAZIN'S SON
  A boy of about thirteen was arrested together with his father. The father is a well-known rebel, who has shed rivers of blood. But the son is still just a child. What can you expect from him?
  But Kornil's assistant, the former military ataman, assessed it differently. And he suggested interrogating the boy under extreme pressure - what if he knows where his father's treasures are.
  Stenka Razin's son was brought to the torture cellar. The boy tried to look straight ahead and hold himself proudly. Although inside he was scared. Torture instruments were hanging, the fireplace was blazing. The executioners were wearing red helmets.
  Samosa approached the boy, extended his hand, shook him by the collar and asked menacingly:
  - If you tell us where dad hid the treasure, we'll let you go free. If not, we'll torture you!
  Stenka Razin's son Grishka answered bravely:
  - I won't tell you anything! And especially not to you!
  Samosa barked:
  - Torture the rascal!
  And he personally pulled the collar, tearing the boy's coat off. Grishka was stripped and dragged to the rack. The boy desperately tried to kick. But the experienced executioners immobilized Grishka with a blow to the neck. Then they secured his hands behind his back and began to lift him up by the rope. The boy gnashed his teeth. The executioner grabbed the boy by the torso and shook him, twisting him in the joints. Grishka began to breathe heavily, but held back a scream.
  The clerk dictating to the scribes muttered:
  - Tell me, thief, where did your father hide the treasure?
  The boy answered with contempt in his voice:
  - Even if I knew, I wouldn"t tell!
  Samosa ordered the executioner:
  - Hit! Ten strikes with care!
  The executioner dealt blows in measured fashion. Grishka's body shook. On the tenth blow the torturer froze. And looked at Samosa. During the execution the boy was silent, biting his lip.
  The clerk muttered:
  - Tell me, thief, where did daddy hide the treasure?
  Grishka shouted:
  - I won't tell!
  Samosa growled:
  - Five hits without saving!
  The executioner brought down a blow on the boy with all his might, shaking his whole body. Grishka screamed, but bit his lip. A second blow followed. Also sweeping and strong. Grishka remained silent. And again a third blow, blood dripped from the cut skin.
  Samosa looked sullenly at the boy being flogged. Of course, his son might not know where Stenka had hidden the treasure. Or even, perhaps, the real treasure. But the boy should be interrogated. And the secrets should be wrested from him.
  After the fifth blow, the blood began to drip actively.
  The clerk repeated the question. Grishka remained silent.
  Samosa ordered:
  - Burn his heel.
  The executioner took out a piece of red-hot iron and brought it to the boy's bare foot. He shuddered, twisted his body, and... lost consciousness.
  Adala thought that it would be a good idea to let Peter go through this, so that he wouldn't kill unarmed and old people. Peter had done wrong. And what would he be like in a real, close combat? Wouldn't he be timid?
  Stenka Razin's son Grishka, by the way, knew where one of his father's treasures was hidden, but he kept quiet. He was brought to his senses by being poured a bucket of ice water. Then Samosa ordered:
  - Burn the other heel with iron too!
  This time the boy didn"t pass out, he tried to twitch, but Grishka"s bare feet were trapped in the block.
  Samosa hissed:
  - Five more lashes, without care!
  After the fifth blow, the boy's bright head shook, and Grishka lost consciousness.
  The clerk, experienced in torture, advised:
  - Let him go! He's a child after all, he'll still kick the bucket!
  Samosa said sternly:
  - Take the puppy down! Rub it with vodka and put it on the bed... Let it come to terms with it! We'll continue the torture tomorrow!
  Grishka was taken off the rack and the cuts were wiped with a mixture of alcohol and water. The boy twitched: the vodka burned. Then they gave Grishka some hot broth and locked him in a heated cell. But just in case, they chained the boy by the neck and let him sleep. The boy slept on his stomach; the bed was soft. Victims often die under torture, and Samosa wanted to know where Stenka had hidden his treasures.
  After letting Grishka get some rest and sleep, the next day the boy was dragged back to the torture chamber. Again he was hoisted onto the rack. Grishka's already stretched joints began to hurt even more. Weights were hung at the boy's feet. To stretch the muscles even more. Then the executioner, smiling, brought a red-hot iron and applied it to Grishka's chest. The boy gnashed his teeth in wild pain.
  Samosa bellowed:
  - Speak, thief!
  It smelled burnt. The smell of fried meat grew stronger. Grishka's eyes became distorted from the shock of pain, and the boy lost consciousness again. The executioner took the iron from his chest and said:
  - A strong boy...
  Samosa growled:
  - We need to split it... Put the brazier at your feet!
  The executioner greased the boy's soles with oil and lit a brazier from a distance. The already singed heels were very painful. The boy was breathing heavily. He was dripping a mixture of sweat and blood, grinding his teeth, but was silent. Although it cost him dearly. The efforts were desperate.
  Samosa growled ferociously:
  - You'll talk! Hey, shoulder-beater!
  The executioner rained blows on Grishka. On the tenth blow the boy's head sluggishly shook and fell. The boy did not come to his senses right away, even after a bucket of water was poured on him. Samosa hit Grishka in the face and ordered:
  - Hit again!
  The clerk noted:
  - The naked man will die...
  Samosa growled:
  - Damn it! Take him off the rack! We'll continue tomorrow!
  Grishka was taken off the torture device again and carried into the room. The boy was struggling and twitching. He fell into a heavy, delirious sleep. Then he woke up and started crying. But as soon as the jailer appeared, he fell silent and looked at him angrily. He threw the boy some bread and kvass. The boy had no chance of escaping, especially since he was chained by the neck.
  The next day, Grishka was tortured a little differently. They lifted him up to the ceiling, with his arms raised on a rack, and then let him go. The pain was so intense that
  stops breathing. The boy was lifted three times until he lost consciousness.
  After which the executioner beat him again with a whip and cauterized his stomach with a hot iron. Having tortured the boy thoroughly, he was released and taken to a cell. The executioners failed to achieve anything.
  The next day, Grishka was hoisted onto a rack, a brazier was lit under his bare feet, and hot wire was applied to his back and buttocks. The boy lost consciousness several times during the torture, but came to his senses. Until the executioners themselves got tired and stopped the torture.
  The next day the boy was stretched out, and the executioner began to break his toes with red-hot pincers, and also to crush his ribs. Grishka screamed several times, but when asked to say anything, he responded with mooing.
  And again he received the whip.
  Two weeks have passed. Grishka's childish body is already exhausted by torture. Pain is everywhere. Not a drop of blood, not a vein is left untouched by pain. At first, when they beat and burned him, he wanted to rush and muffle the explosions in his body. But when the pain engulfed his entire being, it dulled.
  Samosa himself saw that the chances of beating something out of Grishka were melting away before his eyes. The executioners tried a new method. They found flour. They shaved Grishka's hair and began dripping cold water on the crown of his head. The torture was cruel and effective. After a few hours it seemed as if bombs were exploding in his brain. Grishka was almost blind and deaf. He no longer heard the words spoken by the executioner and Samosa.
  They gave in and dragged him to the rack again. Not realizing that any pain for the boy was only a relief - distracting him from the more terrible ulcer in his brain.
  The fire and the blows of the whip made my eyes brighter.
  Grishka came to his senses and was able to see the executioners. Here the torturer was putting weights under the block in which the boy's legs were pinned. The pain in his arms and shoulders was getting stronger, but it distracted him from the hell in his brain.
  Samosa roars at the top of his lungs. He himself is red-haired and bearded:
  - Tell me, puppy, where did your father hide the treasures?
  Grishka shakes his head. In response, a blow shakes the body, they beat hard. Another executioner under the boy's bare feet rakes up the heat under the rack. It's scary, but not so scary.
  Here stands Kornila, Stenka Razin's godfather and former military ataman. Aged, with a gray beard. There is even a semblance of sympathy for the tortured child in his gaze. Next to him stands a boyar in a beaver hat. He is clearly hot in the torture chamber. And his face clearly shows interest in the boy's torture. The torture continues. Grishka suddenly felt a surge of strength and began to sing:
  You, Razin, are my king and father,
  Raised the people against the yoke at once...
  I believe the suffering will come to an end,
  The boyars will only get whips and a fig!
    
  The peasant, the worker is now under the yoke,
  The common proletarian is crushed by the boyars...
  But I believe that we will sweep away all the bloodsuckers,
  Let us sing a thousand arias to our Motherland!
    
  After all, in every courtyard the victim of the boyars groans,
  There are stakes and racks everywhere...
  They are even worse than the infidels,
  They are torturing you, so twitch in agony!
    
  But Razin went through battles,
  All the necessary palms and paths...
  With victory our free Cossack came,
  To tear apart all the boyars' priests!
    
  No, you know, believe me, we have doubts,
  After all, we are for the people, without a doubt...
  Now comes the hour of insight,
  For the glory of other generations...
    
  You are Razin, the leader of freedom and honor,
  I walked around our Russia...
  I want you to become our sovereign,
  Or better yet, the universal messiah!
    
  Let it be, then believe me, justice,
  A ray of light will come forever...
  And the despot's beast will be torn to pieces,
  We will be able to wait until dawn!
    
  The battle is going on near Simbirsk - a struggle,
  We are furious, violent warriors, know that!
  And I believe that it is destiny to become a winner,
  Please give the bars some brains!
    
  Although Razin died heroically in battle,
  But in eternity his holy face...
  He is, without a doubt, a knight, a horseman,
  And it will be, you believe the Kremlin in the moment taken!
    
  The slavery and yoke of the boyars will end,
  And the sun will rise over the planet...
  Suffering and deception will disappear forever,
  And Razin is glorified in poems!
  While the boy was singing, everyone, both the executioners and the "audience", listened with silence. But at the last words, Samosa exploded and screamed at the top of his lungs:
  - Hit him! Beat him!
  The executioner rained down furious blows on the boy. Already losing consciousness, Grishka whispered:
  - The people of Russia will be free!
  The bloody boy was taken down from the rack and carried away. Samosa wiped the sweat from his forehead and hissed:
  - Enough! We've had enough! Quarter the little bastard and be done with it!
  Kornila said uncertainly:
  - Is it right to quarter a child? And in public? Maybe strangle him in a cell?
  Samosa growled, tapping his heels on the floor:
  - No! Execute! And publicly - by quartering!
  The boyar confirmed, clenching his fist:
  - So be it! I approve the death sentence!
  Samosa grinned maliciously:
  - They'll quarter Grishka! We'll wipe out all of Razin's seed!
  Here Adala is distracted. She is forced to give the command to fire. And a twenty-ton mortar rocket hits Toronto. Brings death and horror. Adala follows the fiery tail with her confused gaze.
  Oh, I wish she was a pilot. How wonderful and romantic. That's the kind of pilot-raider she is.
  It's very cool in the sky... The girl bowed her head and began to remember at least something good. But nothing came to mind. Except for the story about Stenka Razin's son.
  The boy lay on the bed, tossing and turning in his sleep, delirious. It's hard to sleep when your entire body is wounded, and the sores are also eaten away by salt and vodka. The last fifteen days have been nothing but torture. Torture at night and heavy delirium during the day.
  The boy dreamed of his father. The mighty and strong Stepan encouraged his son:
  - Hang in there, kid! People will remember you for how you accepted death!
  Grishka answered in delirium:
  - And what awaits me is death?
  Stepan confidently stated:
  - Our future is foggy. And it is not known what lies ahead. But your last minutes in life will be the most important. Do not be embarrassed! Keep your courage!
  Grishka answered not quite confidently:
  - I will be firm... But you, dad... Has our just cause really perished?
  Stepan declared in a thunderous voice:
  - Oh no! They can execute me, but another Razin will come, and after him another Razin, and our enemies will not be able to do anything about it! There will be new centuries, there will be a change of generations... But after Razin, the storm lord Lenin will come!
  Grishka, also gaining confidence, said:
  - I believe you will come back!
  The boy woke up. His body ached dully and his skin was sore. There was a scraping sound in the door and the executioner entered the cell.
  The large torturer said in a gentle tone:
  - Hello, Grishka!
  The boy, suddenly feeling strength within himself, answered:
  - May the executioner die!
  The torturer nodded good-naturedly:
  - You are a brave puppy. I have seen and tortured many... But I have never seen one like you! So small, but a real flint!
  Grishka answered modestly:
  - The spirit of my father is within me!
  The executioner suggested with a grin:
  - Let's make a deal...
  The boy jingled the chain and found the strength to get out of bed and sit up. Grishka asked with interest:
  - What deal?
  The executioner whispered:
  - Let you tell me where your father's treasure is, and I... I'll take off your collar and carry you out in a sack to freedom.
  Grishka hesitated for a moment. Indeed, what if he deceived the executioner? Tell him a false location and then take advantage of the moment to escape. Save his life and leave his enemies with nothing? The temptation was great. But the boy remembered his father. Buy his life with cunning and deception? No, he must die with dignity on the scaffold!
  Grishka shook his shaved head, covered in bruises and bumps:
  - No!
  The torturer grinned and remarked:
  - You will be executed tomorrow! That's for sure... There will be no more torture, and there are no others ready for execution!
  Grishka shuddered, but answered bravely:
  - Well, they will execute... We are all mortal!
  The executioner added with a grin:
  - They won't just behead you! They'll throw you on a wheel! They'll chop off your arms first, then your legs, and only then your head. Is that what you want?
  The boy shuddered, turned paler, and muttered:
  - Since such is my fate... I will only try to accept death with dignity!
  The executioner grinned and remarked:
  - Your father has already been taken to Moscow. There they will torture you even more severely than you. And then the wheel and quartering awaits you too. And you... It's a pity they will execute you! You are a strong boy, and it would be nice to torture you some more!
  Grishka answered harshly:
  - In the next world, you will be tortured!
  The executioner left the cell. And Grishka turned around and hit himself in the chin with his fist. The pain echoed in the veins stretched on the rack. Maybe he shouldn't have done that? He should have been prudent and deceived the executioner. And ahead, awaiting him...
  The boy raised his hand with difficulty and looked at it, covered in bruises and burns. Would it really be cut off? Grishka looked at his leg. It was also beaten up, the soles were burnt, the toes were broken. But he would probably still be able to climb the scaffold. And they would cut off his legs and arms and finally his head. And then his soul would fly to heaven...
  He was still a child and had not yet sinned. He had been tested by fire and the whip. Most likely, a well-deserved paradise awaited him, or, in the worst case, a short stay in purgatory. I wonder if they would invite a priest to confess to him? However, it was no longer important. Grishka did not feel any sins and was not afraid of the inevitable meeting with God. And paradise was nice, a wonderful garden where there was eternal summer and angels played harps. Wasn't it a well-deserved place for a boy who had endured the most brutal tortures?
  It's better than hanging on the rack, having your skin torn by a whip and your fingers broken by a hot iron. There you will forever remain a boy, and will be forever young and healthy.
  The door clanged. A girl appeared with a tray, and two guards, as well as Samosa. The fiend grinned and said:
  - Eat well for the last time in your life, puppy! Generous Kornilo! And then they'll chop off your arms and legs!
  Grishka answered harshly:
  - And you will be punished... If not on Earth, then in heaven!
  Samosa growled:
  - Puppy! Let's see how you scream on the wheel!
  Grishka said courageously:
  - Death sometimes gives immortality, and betrayal gives oblivion!
  Samosa angrily slammed the door and left. Only the executioner remained. Grishka nodded to him almost affably:
  - These are the kind of feasts we celebrate! You won't want to die!
  The executioner asked the boy with a sly look:
  - And haven't you thought about your soul?
  Grishka answered honestly:
  - I don"t feel like I have any sins to repent of.
  The executioner nodded at this:
  - Well, rejoice, naked man. And have a glass of wine. Probably the first one in your life.
  Grishka began to eat the goose. After the prison gruel, the food seemed unusually tasty. It was a little painful for the boy to chew, but the meat seemed sweet. And he swallowed it actively.
  The executioner noted:
  - If it weren't for your godfather Cornila, you wouldn't have received such feasts.
  Grishka asked with a serious look:
  - What does he want?
  The torturer answered honestly:
  - To get Stepan's treasures. Otherwise he wouldn't have moved.
  Grishka answered in an indifferent tone:
  - Let the treasures lie in the ground. And serve future uprisings!
  The executioner said admiringly:
  - Well, you are an eagle! A real warrior! Well, I wish you success!
  And the torturer left the boy. Grishka felt heavy after the meal and the glass of strong wine. His eyes closed and the boy fell asleep. He dreamed of battles and various incidents. As if he were a fairy-tale knight who cut down thousands of fighters.
  He waves to the right - a street, to the left - an alley!
  And then he flies on a dragon. Like a fairy-tale hero...
  In the morning, Grushka was woken up. The boy had a good night's sleep for the first time and felt more cheerful. The executioners lifted him up. They put sackcloth on his wounded body. And they lifted him up and led him to execution. Grishka saw paint and sharp spears in the dawn.
  The boy walked in irons, which was uncomfortable. He was taken out into the yard. It was difficult for the boy's bare, crippled feet to step on the cobblestones. But Grishka, gritting his teeth, endured and tried to stand up straight. Although every step of his burnt feet was painful. He went out into the square like that.
  People saw a boy. Shaven, covered in abrasions and bruises, with bare, burnt feet, emaciated.
  Grishka inspired pity rather than hatred. Many, especially women, sighed sympathetically.
  The boy winked at them and said:
  - Like, where is ours, has it disappeared?
  And he moved on. There was no particular fear. Grishka was sure that he did not deserve hell. And heaven is much better than earthly, cruel existence.
  The place of execution was surrounded by select Moscow Streltsy. Many guards and homely Cossacks. It seemed that they were executing not a child at all, but a state criminal of cosmic proportions.
  The boy climbed the ladder unsteadily and staggeringly, stepping with his burnt feet on the oak boards.
  On the chopping block, a huge, sharpened axe was shining. A massive executioner in a red robe was walking around. There was also a wheel intended for quartering.
  Grishka crossed himself. It hurt to move his arms, though.
  The herald began to read out the charges:
  - This son of Stenka Razin Grishka is guilty of: concealing treasures, organizing rebel squads, executing and robbing boyars, raping women, and so on. Therefore, he is sentenced to be quartered on the wheel and eternal anathema. Let the sentence be carried out.
  Grishka shuddered, but remained standing in place and holding himself straight. The clerk hissed:
  - Well, is the thief ready to repent before the people?
  Grishka thought. Yes, he has something to repent of. The boy bowed and said:
  - Forgive me, Don Cossacks. I am guilty before you, that I did not free you from the boyar yoke.
  Samosa screamed desperately:
  - Execute him quickly!
  The executioner's assistants rushed to the boy. Grishka, overcoming the pain in his hands, tore off his own sackcloth. The ulcers and wounds inflicted by the executioners were revealed to the people. Then Grishka's arms were twisted and he was thrown onto the wheel.
  The executioner raised his axe over the boy. "Now it's about to start," thought Grishka.
  But at that moment the bugle sounded and the herald announced:
  - By the Tsar's mercy! Due to Gregory's minority, the death penalty is replaced by sale into slavery! So be it!
  The boy was lifted from the scaffold and answered in the room. A new life began for Grishka.
  
  TOLSTOPUZ AND HIS GANG HELP HITLER
  There are an extremely large number of universes, and something is always happening in them.
  Here is another change to real history. This time, the cartoon character Fat Cat and his team were transported from the Hypernoosphere of fictional worlds to one of the parallel universes of the Second World War.
  And of course the villainous cat decided to help Adolf Hitler. And with him his entire villainous team.
  Fat Cat, Mepps, Mole, Wart, Sopatka - a very colorful group of five cartoon characters.
  Well, their abilities are quite serious. For starters, they kidnapped Churchill himself. And Fat Cat is just a brilliant villain. And he managed to pull off a daring operation. Moreover, the cunning, fat cat noticed that the British Prime Minister loves sandwiches. And if so, then... Churchill swallowed the package and shrank, and Fat Cat's team hid him in a snuffbox.
  And they delivered him to the Fuhrer.... Under threat of reprisals, Churchill was forced to make peace and give part of the colonies to the Third Reich.
  As a result, the Fuhrer avoided the air battle for England and major losses in aviation.
  His army turned out to be stronger by the time of the attack on the USSR, especially the air force. There were as many as five thousand more planes allocated for the Barbarossa plan, and one and a half thousand more tanks. And there was half a million more German infantry and another half a million Italians who did not have to fight in Africa.
  Now the USSR's position has become even worse. The enemy is much stronger than before. And Tolstupuz and his gang helped the Germans a little. The Fritzes launched the T-5 tank into serial production, with two cannons and four machine guns. It had a more powerful engine and a streamlined turret. A big problem for Soviet vehicles, such a mastodon. And the Red Army is not ready for defense, just as it is not ready in real history, and in the alternative one. And there are no maps of its territory. All thoughts are only about the offensive. But they do not know how to defend themselves.
  And Tolstupuz and his team also destroyed all communications. What a malicious gang.
  So the fighting went even worse for the Red Army than in real history. And the Fritzes began to break through faster. And the "Barbarossa" plan was overfulfilled. The Red Army was completely collapsing.
  And now the Hitlerite hordes are approaching Moscow. Here it is necessary for the Hitlerite armada to meet stubborn resistance.
  But here the six fighters enter the battle. One hope is on Oleg, Margarita, Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, Svetlana. They are able to stop and defeat the enemies at once, turn them into ashes.
  Such a wild and beautiful team of girls has gathered. And against them is Tostopuz and his gang. Well, that's not scary...
  And the Nazis are already flowing around Moscow from different sides.
  Then Oleg and the girls entered the battle again, helping Russia, or rather the USSR.
  Here they were joined by another barefoot girl, Margarita. Also an adult woman writer, she became a girl of about twelve in exchange for immortality and is fulfilling a mission.
  Warriors from the twenty-first century once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy's bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And what in the eyes, what in the throat of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, cutting down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet are just flashing. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here is Natasha on the offensive. She chops down the Nazis along with the tanks, and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of fascists. Yes, this is a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a tube. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - to shoot down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Augustina, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and cuts the Nazis. With her bare feet she throws gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a mass of Nazis in a jump.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive. She cuts down all enemies in a row. Her swords are sharper than the blades of a mill. And her bare toes throw gifts of death, tanks and planes burn.
  The girl is on a wild attack. She exterminates brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall down dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeals:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Hitler's corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly out from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel a dozen needles fly. Which stick straight into the throats of the Nazis.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are carried in both hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so much that is deadly. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg's offensive is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a stormy girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  Here she threw a pea with explosives with her bare foot. It will explode and immediately throw a hundred Nazis and ten tanks into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will run a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Now Natasha has sped up her movements. The girl is cutting down the brown warriors. And she is screaming:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to cut meat and metal salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats, mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes, lie around.
  Augustina is a crazy girl. And she destroys everyone as if she were a hyperplasma robot.
  She has already destroyed more than one hundred Nazis. But the tempo is still increasing. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks were torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustina sang:
  - You won't dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give a single gram of respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And the mass of brown fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild. They started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in the fight. And he advances, waving both swords. And the little terminator runs a mill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy-writer remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be a ton of money!
  And the boy-terminator in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and the Adidas company!
  It was a really cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed. And the greatest number of the greatest of the brown fighters were killed.
  Margarita is also in battle. She crushes the cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - Large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that you're the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks and even planes.
  And Natasha is an authority. She beats her opponents and doesn't give anyone a break.
  How many Nazis have you already killed?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with her swords.
  Zoya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis. These girls are real beauties.
  Augustina attacks and crushes her opponents. And at the same time she doesn"t forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana on the move. Here she has split a lot of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior who bares her teeth.
  Shows his tongue. And then spits from a straw. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He is already quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and damaging needles flew from his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe there will be a dawn of freedom!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior throws a pea with her bare toes, and immediately a thousand Nazis fly into the air. And the army of the brown, hellish empire melts right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Blows up enemies. And so many Nazis die and planes fall.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya is in wild motion. She attacks the Nazis. She cuts them into small pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents and howls:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she runs a wild mill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  But Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all nightmares.
  And if it turns on, then it means it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I will crack open all skulls! I am a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through meat and metal.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no brakes. Once she chops, a mass of corpses is piled up, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And then a lethal pea flies from her.
  Oleg will again cut down a hundred Nazis, carrying them like a meteor. And he will also take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha is even more furious in her attack. She's thrashing the Nazis like that. They can't really stand up to girls like that.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Running on the spot is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here the mill was carried out. The mass of heads of the brown army rolled back and the tanks were burning.
  She's a fighting beauty. To beat such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the scissors of death.
  The girl is simply lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins, they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws what kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl of girls.
  And from her bare legs, as if a blade would fly. And it would strike a mass of fighters, cutting off the turrets from the tanks.
  Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. Like a proletarian flag fluttering. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast!
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The head will be like a bull's - the fighters won't come to their senses!
  And here she is again, crushing a mass of fighters.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what we need! This is a girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustina readily agreed:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch the murderous one.
  Svetlana is not inferior to her opponents in battle. Not a girl, but to finish with such a witch in flames.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustina, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank's turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya squealed, throwing needles with her bare, tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a bunch of lies!
  Natasha, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do with him for a penny!
  And the warriors will jump up. They are so bloody and cool. In general, they are full of excitement.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  Margarita sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter propeller. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both the Nazis and the tanks, and squeaked:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha sang on the offensive:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp disk-boomerang. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew. And they struck a lot of fighters and planes.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Augustina, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled:
  - Forward the imperial flag!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the disk flies from the bare feet of the warriors. Meat is torn and tank turrets are demolished.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air. She tore apart her opponents and winged vultures, and said:
  - We are she-wolves, roasting the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very deadly disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, it's early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Natasha again chopped down the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks.
  Zoya is a very fast babe. She threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And tore a couple thousand apart with one explosion.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina is not weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like that. As if she were beating them out of a sheaf with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, there will be some benefit,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle like a jack-in-the-box.
  And here's how Svetlana fights. And the Nazis get it from her.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Svetlana harshly remarked as her bare foot sent splashes of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much so!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They are hacking and slicing them. Not warriors, but real panthers, unleashed.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He beats them without mercy, cuts through tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha took it and howled, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a thing that circles spread in all directions. This girl is pure extermination of opponents.
  The girl will take and launch three boomerangs with her bare toes. And there will be even more corpses from this.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no mercy! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Augustina also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl went barefoot and walked through the bloody puddles. And killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he hits the Hitlerite general with his head. He breaks his skull and says:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana is very furious in the attack, especially when knocking down tanks, she squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off from her bare toes. As she pierces everyone, the planes fall. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is on a wild attack again. No, power is simply seething in him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Margarita is on the move. She will rip everyone's bellies open.
  The girl will throw out fifty needles at once with her foot. And a lot of different enemies are killed, tanks and planes are shot down.
  Margarita sang in a cheerful tone:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  This is such an aggressive company. The girl will hit and shout:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha is just some kind of terminator in battle. And she gurgled with a roar:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it blew apart the mass of mastodons and winged, hellish machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce babe.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And Augustina roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of treachery and meanness. For enemies, of course. But for friends, she is a sweetheart.
  And as with bare toes he will take and throw. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with a very high combat potential. No, it's better not to get under such a one. How she tears off the turrets of tanks and the wings of fascist planes.
  Augustine hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl is not exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Augustina confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes exploded into small shavings at once.
  Oleg sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the brown warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It cut off both the turrets of tanks and the tails of airplanes.
  Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis then... And Soviet Russia defeated the brown empire during the storming of Moscow.
  The war was not over yet, but the USSR already had a chance to defeat the Nazis themselves. So the six had to interrupt their super and cool mission again.
  
  HISTORY OF THE SUBJECTIVE MOOD.
  But in any case, for Russia it is better than the Battle of Midway lost by the USA. Although here too, various nuances are possible. Why, only the pessimistic scenario.
  Oleg Rybachenko dreamed of another option. Japan does not open a second front against the USSR, and Germany loses at Stalingrad. Then the events develop as in real history, only there is no landing of the Americans in Morocco.
  Hitler manages to hold on in Africa, but the Fuhrer still considers the Eastern front to be the main one and the Western one secondary. And he begins an offensive on the Kursk Bulge. Compared to real history, the fascists have two or three hundred more tanks due to the weakening of the bombing by the USA, but this is not able to turn the tide of the war decisively. There were a thousand more planes. Since America almost did not bomb the Third Reich.
  The Germans also had more heavy tanks, the Panthers and Tigers. But the Soviet command expected an offensive and dug in securely. At first, the Germans nevertheless broke through the Soviet defense line and were able to wedge themselves into the positions. Moreover, they achieved several great successes. They advanced five to ten kilometers deeper, forcing the Red Army to use up all its reserves to repel the attack.
  But the Fritzes were still exhausted and had to stop. And then they came under a Soviet counterattack. But the Red Army advanced a little slower, since the enemy was technically stronger. The changes in aviation were especially unfavorable. But the Focke-Wulf did not show itself too menacing. Although there were calculations on its most powerful armament. In general, the battles went: almost like in real history, but with a delay of two or three weeks.
  The losses of the Soviet troops were greater, and the advance was slower. But the Nazis were still driven out of Orel, Belgorod, and Kharkov. Even if only from the last city on September 18. The advance of the Soviet troops was not fast. The Germans were somewhat stronger in tanks and aviation, and clung to defensive lines. And they gave in extremely reluctantly.
  Montgomery also got bogged down in battles with Rommel and could not break through the German line of defense. The Fritzes still gave in. When autumn came with torrential rains, and then winter, it became easier for the Red Army to advance. Kyiv was taken in January, two and a half months later. But the Dnieper was still overcome, albeit more slowly than in reality.
  The Red Army learned to beat the fascists and the command skill increased noticeably. The soldiers themselves, having gained combat experience, fought better. True, the fascists also became stronger. The number of heavy tanks increased. The best machine gun in the world, the MP-44, appeared in serial production.
  A little earlier than in real history, the Tiger-2 appeared on the front lines, and even thanks to the reduction in American bombing activity, the Maus went into production.
  However, it soon became clear that such a super-heavy tank, although it could fight, was in reality a pain in the ass. Nevertheless, the Maus demonstrated excellent protection from all angles, and powerful armament of a 128-mm cannon. However, combat operations showed that the IS-2 still had a chance to penetrate the Maus in the side from close range, as did the SU-152.
  The super-heavy tank's poor running characteristics created a lot of problems for the Fritzes. It was worse with the "Panther"-2, which was delayed in serial production for some time. The "Maus" became the hero of many jokes.
  The Soviet troops did not manage to reach the border with Romania by March. And they advanced somewhat less in the center of Ukraine. Leningrad even remained under blockade. An attempt to unblock it in March and April failed. Partly because of the excessive dispersion of forces. In the summer, the Soviet command, having reinforced its forces with IS-2 and T-34-85 tanks, planned Operation Bagration.
  But there was no big balcony yet, since they hadn't advanced that much in Ukraine. And the Leningrad bloc was still going on. Britain continued to behave passively, only testing Rommel's strength in Africa. And the Nazis had already produced a thousand of the newest ME-262 fighters by June. They were not threatened by the Normandy landing - the US had other things to do, and Britain alone could not decide on such a bold step.
  The Germans, of course, have a more solid defense in the center than in real history. They generally have more troops in the east, but in the west they only hold Africa.
  And more aviation and other troops. The USSR is not standing still either, but there is no jet aviation yet, and propeller aircraft are certainly inferior to such machines. But German planes have not yet been fully mastered by crews, so they are not too scary yet. In addition, there is a significant argument for a strike in the center - the presence of a developed partisan movement in Belarus.
  The Wehrmacht had strong troops, but the Soviets weren't weak either. It was harder, though, than in real history to achieve a surprise attack. Romania was located at a greater distance from the Soviet front.
  The offensive began on June 25, 1944. It developed with stubborn battles. It was necessary to overcome very dense defense. The Germans are still strong, and they have many tanks.
  The Tiger-2 turned out to be a particularly serious opponent, which was almost impossible to overcome head-on by Soviet guns and the most powerful gun. But the Soviet troops fought skillfully and managed to achieve tactical surprise, especially when attacking from the Polesie region.
  The Soviet troops advanced more slowly than in real history. The enemy was stronger. But they still advanced. And created cauldrons. Having found themselves surrounded, the fascists fought stubbornly, but they were broken.
  The Soviet troops had to go a little further than in real history. It was easier for the Germans to maneuver reserves. At the end of August, the battles for Minsk began.
  The Germans managed to gain a foothold in a large city and resisted more stubbornly.
  Things were worse with aviation. German jet aircraft still posed a certain problem. The TA-152, this formidable fighter with many aircraft guns, also turned out to be quite dangerous. And very fast... But the Germans could not seize air supremacy. Although the Soviet aviation had a much harder time. And the losses were more noticeable.
  There was an operational pause in the offensive. The Fritzes tried to regroup. In the autumn, the long-awaited "Panther"-2 finally appeared on the fronts, almost as good in armament and armor as the "Tiger-2", but much more mobile.
  The Soviet command also carried out an operation in the south of Ukraine. They managed to cut off Odessa. And then take it. In the winter, things went better, and they managed to reach the border with Romania. The offensive in the center was resumed. It was somewhat slow. The Germans had many tanks and self-propelled guns. The problem was the Jagdpanther and Panther-2, which were superior to the Soviet vehicles. The powerful 88-mm with an excellent shell and a long barrel penetrated all Soviet vehicles from a long distance, including the IS-2. The German vehicles themselves were difficult to penetrate from the front.
  Minsk was taken, and Soviet troops reached the Bug. But heavy losses forced them to stop.
  Things got worse in the air. The ME-262 became more reliable, and production of this machine increased. But this fighter has no equal. The more advanced HE-162 appeared. This machine is easy to produce, light, cheap, very maneuverable and became a big problem for Soviet aviation.
  In March, the Germans under Meinstein attempted an offensive from Galicia. They used a strong move: attacking at night, and using night vision devices. The Nazis broke through the Soviet defenses, and even organized a cauldron in which several Soviet armies were locked.
  This victory and the fact that the Fritzes were able to encircle the Soviet units that crossed the border with Romania made an impression. The Nazis generally did not allow the Red Army into Europe, and still held the Baltics. Although in the winter, the Soviet troops finally lifted the blockade of Leningrad.
  In April, battles broke out in Poland. The E-25 played a major role in the battles; the new self-propelled guns were similar in armament to the Jagdpanther, but were lighter and more mobile, with a low silhouette. The Germans, due to their better armament, were able to win such a battle. Moreover, Soviet shells lagged behind the German ones.
  The Red Army's heavy losses and the fact that the Fritzes held out impressed Stalin. Britain did practically nothing. The US allowed its large fleet to be destroyed piecemeal, suffered huge losses, and could not drive the Japanese out of the Hawaiian Islands.
  In May 1945, Stalin proposed a truce to Hitler and came up with the idea of starting peace talks. The Fuhrer accepted the truce proposal, but the peace talks were fruitless from the very beginning.
  Hitler wanted territorial gains and did not want a zero option. But the fascists began to transfer troops to Africa. The new German E-series tanks were superior to Western models in armor and weapons. And the offensive against Montgomery's Libyan group began. The British came under attack from superior forces, battle-hardened in the East, and began to flee. Rommel, having carried out a flanking maneuver, trapped significant British forces in a cauldron. In June, Libya was captured.
  And in July, the Germans captured Egypt. Building on their success, the fascists, with the support of the local population, captured Iraq and Kuwait, and soon the Middle East. Then, in September, an offensive began in Sudan. Which developed quite successfully. The Germans had superiority in the quality of weapons. The new generation tanks, the E series, turned out to be especially successful. And the English troops did not receive such a cruel school as the fascists on the Eastern Front.
  At the end of 1945, at the beginning of 1946, all of Africa was captured by the Nazis. And Britain was weakened by the Nazis' submarine warfare. And almost completely blockaded. The Germans were pressing the British, using jet bombers and the latest weapons, disc aircraft.
  In August 1946, the landing followed, and Britain fell after twenty days of fighting. Thus the largest empire capitulated. After that, Hitler turned his gaze towards the USSR. He wanted to get even with Stalin. And what about the USA? Climbing across the ocean seemed unpromising and risky.
  The offensive against the USSR began on May 15, 1947. Hitler's main tank was the E-50, which was superior to Soviet vehicles in armament and armor. Stalin had only the IS-3, a small number of IS-4, a not yet serial model of the IS-7, and the just-developed, but not yet serial T-54. The main tank partner was the T-34-85.
  The machine is certainly powerful, but inferior to the E-50 by a couple of orders of magnitude. Both in armament and armor. Only the IS-4 was close to the E-50 in armor protection, but was inferior in the armor-piercing ability of the gun. Thus, the USSR, as it turned out, is not quite ready technically. There is no serial jet fighter, and the Germans already have the ME-362, HE-262, TA-183, ME-1010, and other machines in service. Including the formidable TA-500, and even TA-600.
  Well, try to resist such power. However, the Soviet troops also dug in pretty well, creating a deeply echeloned defense. Which had to be broken through consistently - line after line. And the resistance of the Red Army, hardened in battles, was heroic, and cost the fascists colossal losses. In a month of fighting, the Nazis were only able to reach the level of Baranovichi, Smolevichi.
  Soviet troops constantly counterattacked the fascists. The attack on the center could not crush the Soviet troops. Although the Nazis seized dominance in the sky.
  In early July, the Nazis launched an offensive in Ukraine. A powerful blow from armored pincers from different sides led to the encirclement of significant Soviet forces. But the Germans also suffered significant losses. Part of the Red Army was able to break out of the cauldron. Nevertheless, the Fritzes advanced to Zhitomir and captured Vinnitsa. Odessa was again encircled.
  The fascists tried to build on their success, but were stopped. The Soviet troops actively counterattacked, but could not break through the Wehrmacht's steel wedges. In the autumn, the Germans were able to advance to the center again and approach Minsk. The Soviet troops were in a difficult situation. The Luftwaffe had gained air supremacy, and there was nothing to counter it with.
  In the winter of 1947 and 1948, the fascists were on the defensive. The Red Army had already tried to attack, but without any serious success. German tanks of the series were adapted for combat operations in winter, and the Wehrmacht had generally managed to adapt to the climate.
  In the spring of 1948, the number of new Soviet T-54 tanks increased. True, the Germans also had new pyramidal AG-50 tanks. They were distinguished by the fact that they had the shape of an elongated pyramid, powerful armor from all angles, large armor angles. The new Hitlerite tank is very difficult to hit, even in the side and rear.
  But the T-54 is also much better protected than the T-85. But the fascists, among other things, recruited colonial troops from Africans and Arabs, and replenished their forces with Europeans, including the British. Franco and Salazar increased the number of volunteer units sent to the Soviet-German front. Mussolini's regime also transferred significant forces. In any case, the Wehrmacht gained numerical superiority. The offensive that began in May was in the south. The Germans were able to force the Dnieper and bypass Kyiv. For now, the T-54 tank was produced in small quantities, as was jet aviation, so the Soviet troops had to make do with T-34s. And the latter tank was already outdated, both morally and in reality and technologically.
  Part of the Soviet troops found themselves encircled again. The fascists also launched an offensive in the center. By autumn, the fascists had reached the Dnieper in the center. Soviet troops in the south found themselves cut off by land in Crimea, in Kyiv, and lost part of the left-bank Ukraine. Odessa fell. The situation became extremely complicated.
  The fascists took Poltava in late autumn and were stopped. A new winter was coming. The Nazis did not dare to attack in the cold. And the Red Army went into its own rotation. After stubborn battles, the fascists were driven out of Poltava and the Kherson region. But then the Soviet troops were stopped again. The enemy retained its advantage in the air, since the MIG-15 had only just begun to appear. And this fighter was inferior to the best German models. In the spring, the fascists, using pyramidal tanks, broke through again and managed to capture the Donbass during the summer.
  The situation was especially complicated by the overwhelming superiority of the fascists in infantry. They abandoned many colonial divisions. Taking advantage of their advantage in human resources. The Nazis' superiority in the air also had a negative effect. Soviet cities fell one after another.
  After the fall of Donbass, the fascists advanced in the center. They approached Smolensk. And even surrounded the city. But Smolensk held out for another four months.
  The year 1950 came... In winter, the Red Army pushed the Germans back a little in the south, recapturing Belgorod, Voroshilovgrad, and approaching Kharkov. In the spring, however, the Germans again replenished their troops with Africans and Arabs and attacked. And again they advanced deep into the Soviet positions. In battles, it became clear that the German pyramidal tank was a perfect form and the T-54 was no match for it. As, incidentally, even the IS-7 was inferior in terms of the totality of its combat characteristics. To combat the German pyramidal tanks, the IS-10 was created. This machine was armed with a 203-millimeter cannon and weighed one hundred tons.
  But in conditions when German aviation continued to dominate the air, such tanks were almost impossible to move by rail. And it turned out that the IS-10 was not viable. In the summer, the Nazis were able to break through to Voronezh. And in the fall, they developed an offensive in the direction of Stalingrad. But they failed to take the legendary city itself. At the same time, the fascists again blockaded Leningrad. But it cost them huge losses. Especially in the native infantry. But then winter came. And the Red Army was advancing again. True, they could not completely encircle the Germans, but they were forced to retreat behind the Don. And they retreated broken and gnawed. In the winter, the Red Army tried to advance in the center, but advanced only fifteen kilometers. And so 1951 came.
  In general, the flying discs did not prove to be very effective weapons. They are capable of ramming Soviet aircraft, but are not as effective against ground targets. But they are fast. In the summer of 1951, the fascist army was again advancing on Moscow. The fighting was very intense. The Soviet command launched a series of heavy tanks IS-11, with a 203-millimeter gun, but weak side armor, which allowed the weight of the vehicle to be reduced. Such a weapon could penetrate a pyramidal structure, but the Soviet vehicle itself was too vulnerable. And the T-54 could not penetrate German pyramids at any angle.
  The Germans had an advantage in armor, and gradually advanced near Moscow. By September, only a hundred kilometers remained to the capital.
  The Soviet troops retreated with losses, but the Germans also lost a lot. The assault on Stalingrad followed. The almost completely destroyed city fell under the fascists. The Germans also captured the cities of Grozny and Ordzhonikidze in the Caucasus. And created a dangerous situation.
  But in October the fascists were exhausted and were forced to suspend their offensive. In winter the Red Army went on the offensive. But it was only able to push back the fascists slightly. True, the Nazis were driven out of Grozny, and part of Stalingrad was recaptured. In the center, the Soviet troops advanced only thirty kilometers and stopped. It was 1952. Both Hitler and Stalin were very stubborn. And if Stalin was ready for a compromise, Hitler was clearly not.
  But Russia's human resources were running out. And the Nazis were already forming the Wehrmacht from foreigners by ninety percent. True, Stalin was worse off, he was forming troops from the population of the USSR, and the Third Reich was recruiting from lands from India to South Africa. Of course, the Indians are not important warriors, especially in winter, but there are many of them. In addition, they have not yet managed to create a machine superior to the German pyramidal tanks. And in aviation, the enemy is still much stronger. The Fritzes have already put the ME-426 into service, and flying saucers accelerate to eight times the speed of sound.
  In the spring, the fascists advanced in the south and in the center. They managed to take Grozny again and drive the Soviet troops out of Stalingrad. Then German tanks, with the latest ceramic armor and dynamic protection, were able to bypass Moscow and encircle it.
  Building on their success, the fascists reached Astrakhan in the south and reached the Caspian Sea. Türkiye also entered the war on Germany's side.
  By the end of August, Moscow was in a complete blockade. Autumn brought no relief. Exhausted Russia no longer had sufficient reinforcements for major offensive operations. The Nazis took Ryazan, leaving Moscow in a blockade for now. Astrakhan and Tbilisi also fell.
  In winter, the Soviet T-65 tank appeared at the front with a more powerful 125-mm gun and a longer length. But this machine was too labor-intensive and was only produced in small series, and its engine was somewhat weak. The T-54 still dominated. The situation continued to deteriorate. The Germans were able to capture both Tikhvin and Volkhov. And in February, they began storming Baku together with the Turks. The city fell on March 1, 1953.
  And on March 5, 1953, Stalin died. The next day, hungry and turning into ruins, Moscow capitulated. Beria became Stalin's successor. The situation of the USSR, which had lost Moscow, the Caucasus, and on March 10, the city of Gorky, became hopeless.
  On April 1, 1953, Beria and the State Defense Committee declared capitulation. Alas, it seemed there was no chance. And the terms of capitulation, at least, allowed them to save their skins. True, several generals did not obey, but they were arrested and hanged for "treason."
  Beria himself was appointed as the viceroy of the Russian Federation of the Socialist Federal Republic of Russia, a type of puppet self-government. The Nazis occupied the territory of the USSR and divided it into commissariats.
  There was still the United States, which had finished off Japan, albeit with difficulty, and installed its puppet government in China. But the Germans were too tired of war. Yes, the US already had an atomic bomb. And having captured land from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean, from South Africa to India, they calmed down. There was enough land for many generations of Germans to develop it.
  Hitler legalized polygamy in the Third Reich, introduced huge taxes on families with few or no children, and even rewards for extra wives and children. It was possible to marry foreign women and even start harems.
  Marriages with Indian, Arab, Slavic and mulatto women were allowed. It was forbidden to marry only pure black, Jewish and gypsy women. Genetic selection was actively developed. As artificial insemination with sperm of the most gifted men. And later, egg transplantation.
  The Third Reich launched a satellite before the USA during the war, and then an Aryan couple flew around the planet Earth in a spacecraft.
  Two blocs were formed in the world: one was the Third Reich with colonial possessions and allies, the other was the USA, colonial possessions and allies.
  America managed to tie China to itself, and grabbed the conquests of Japan, up to Burma and Bangladesh. Canada, Mexico and almost all the countries of Latin America, except Argentina, where Germany built its bases, were brought under the patronage of the USA.
  The world turned out to be bipolar to an even greater extent than during the confrontation between the USSR and the USA. There were no longer any non-aligned countries. Everyone was forced to be either for Germany or for America. And the arms race with the Cold War began.
  The Third Reich was somewhat more successful, as it had more resources. But still, no one had a decisive advantage. And the world swayed in a fragile balance.
  Hitler died back in May 1957, at the age of sixty-eight. He had more than a hundred sons, created by artificial selection, but not a single definite heir. Goering, the drug addict and glutton, died, Himmler fell into disgrace and was shot. Bormann was removed. And Schellenberg became his successor. The head of the secret police had a lot of power, but he had no desire to give it up.
  In short, a dictatorship of the head of the SS was established. But not for long. Soon Schellenberg died, and power was taken over by Kleiman. The latter turned out to be a fanatical admirer of Hitler, and handed over power to one of the sons of the conqueror-dictator.
  And the dynasty of Fuhrers was established. Totalitarianism reigned in the Third Reich, in the USA there was a truncated democracy, with two parties dominating, alternating power. Formal democracy was also established among America's allies. Germany's allies gradually became national socialist and fascist.
  This is how the development of two systems in competition and space race took place. And relatively stable, peaceful existence.
  Gradually, the US lost in space expansion... Beria lived a long time, until he was ninety, then handed over the post of viceroy to his grandson. Gradually, Russians and other peoples acquired German citizenship and equal rights with the Germans, but lived in a one-party, totalitarian state, and with a single education system.
  The economy developed partly according to plan, partly in the free market. It was quite effective. The strict German order, the abundance of raw materials, the mass of built roads allowed industry and agriculture to grow rapidly.
  Discipline reigned. Cigarettes were strictly prohibited and not sold, the only alcoholic drink was beer. Crime was very low, not comparable to the American one. All families had a TV, a car, their own separate apartment. There were no beggars, no homeless people, no tramps. There were almost no drug addicts - strict control. All children went to school. Everyone had a job, and those who did not want to work went to a concentration camp. Medicine had developed greatly, including thanks to experiments on people.
  Infant mortality is low, but defective babies are killed. Everyone, from generals to laborers, does morning and night exercises. There are many stadiums and sports facilities. Physical education classes in schools are held every day. The birth rate is high, but under control. The physically and mentally ill are prohibited from reproducing.
  Genetic experiments are held in high esteem. There is a ministry of eugenics, which improves the human race.
  The cult of Hitler's personality, and his monuments and portraits everywhere. Children are taught the values of National Socialism from nursery. Strict censorship in the press, but many colorful films with special effects are shot.
  Erotica is very actively presented in both movies and magazines. Prostitution is legalized and regulated. High taxes on bachelors. The principle is: a pair for every creature! Homosexuality is strictly prohibited. Marital fidelity is not absolute. There are Eros lessons in schools. But also so that everything is decent and beautiful. Compulsory secondary education.
  In the US there is of course more chaos, and crime and so on. In other countries even more so. America is gradually losing the competition in space, technology, and economics.
  Anti-American sentiments are growing in China. It is about to break away and join the Third Reich. Such is the unstable world, on the brink of nuclear war.
  But still, it cannot be said that it is exclusively a dystopia. The strict German order managed to solve many of humanity's problems, and the planned economy and scientific management solved many problems characteristic of the free market. Not exactly socialism, but very similar, when monopolies and oligarchs are under the strict control of a totalitarian state and share with the people.
  Gradually, there is a smoothing out in the standard of living of the outskirts and peoples, and more and more people receive German citizenship. Of course, whites and ethnically close to Germans peoples have advantages. Slavs are recognized as ethnically close. Gradually, the partisan war died down, and then there was creative work. Local self-government and cooperation with Beria and NKVD units played a role here.
  And in the depths of the science of the Third Reich, a search is underway for weapons capable of neutralizing a nuclear reaction in order to establish planetary hegemony. To create a single master in the world. Meanwhile, the US is lagging far behind in conventional weapons.
  
  IF THE ALLIES HAD LANDED IN FRANCE IN 1943.
  Here is another point: it is customary to criticize the USA and the West. In particular, for the fact that they delayed opening the second front for too long. But what could have happened earlier. And in real history, they almost threw the allies into the sea. What if we imagine something not quite trivial.
  The Allies land in Normandy in 1943. Five days before the Kursk Bulge.
  Naturally, Hitler had to abandon such a plan "Citadel" and defend France. The Allies, despite heavy losses from the German submarine fleet, were able to create noticeable bridgeheads. Hitler withdrew some forces from the Eastern Front, fortunately Stalin preferred to wait and delivered an undercutting blow to the flank and rear of the allied army. The matter ended with the defeat of the US and British armies, more than half a million soldiers were captured. A lot of equipment was captured.
  Stalin launched his offensive only on September 10. Not the best date. The torrential rains and frosts had not yet begun, but the Germans had already untied their hands in the West. In addition, the Red Army was advancing on too broad a front. In the center, against Kharkov, and against Orel. But at first, the Soviet troops were successful. But then the Germans organized counterattacks.
  "Tigers" and "Panthers" were superior in combat power to Soviet tanks, and achieved greater results in shooting. The Red Army was still able to recapture Orel and Belgorod by late autumn. But the Fritzes held Kharkov. They had more free forces than in real history, especially since the Allies refused to land in Sicily, and the coup with the overthrow of Mussolini did not take place. And this, taking into account the success in France, added twenty to thirty divisions. Plus, having also refused to attack the Kursk Bulge, the Germans retained more infantry and tanks, and selected SS divisions. One "Ferdinand", on mines was lost in real history almost half.
  But here these self-propelled guns were untouched, and showed themselves magnificently in defense. And the "Panther" is very strong in defense. In the attack, the weakness of the side armor led to large losses even from forty-fives. And the "Panthers" broke down in the attack much more often than sitting motionless in ambush.
  The Germans held out until January. They repelled the attacks of the Soviet troops, almost without retreating. They managed to repel the offensive near Leningrad. There is a very powerful defense there, and developed structures. In real history, too few forces remained near Leningrad. But in the alternative, the Fritzes were able to avoid such large losses as in reality. In addition, after the failure of the landing in France, a serious political crisis arose in the USA.
  Roosevelt, under pressure from the Republicans, ordered the bombing of the Third Reich to be curtailed and to focus exclusively on Japan. This led to the fact that the production of weapons in Germany was significantly higher than in real history. The new MP-44 assault rifle entered service earlier, as did the Tiger-2 and the Panther-2, and the ME-262 appeared earlier, which was not converted into a "blitzbromer". Since the problem of landing troops in France had lost its relevance.
  And what is the ME-262? A real monster with four 30-millimeter aircraft cannons and strong armor. So the plane is very difficult to shoot down. In real history, Soviet pilots shot down only three such planes. One is on Kozhedub's account. And in total, the Germans lost only twenty such machines in battles.
    
  But the Red Army still fights better in winter than in summer, and German tanks are harder to move. Soviet troops advanced in Ukraine and took Kharkov. They broke through to Poltava. And by March, after fierce battles, they reached the Dnieper. But it cost them huge losses. The Germans, having replenished with tanks and received jet aircraft, stopped the offensive. In April, Soviet troops pressed in the Leningrad direction and in the center, but were unable to achieve significant success. They advanced fifteen to twenty kilometers. In early June, when the roads finally dried out, they began to advance on Ukrainian territory, trying to form a cauldron. In battle, the Panther-2 and Tiger-2 tanks, as well as the latest development of the Lev, proved themselves to be very strong.
  The latter vehicle turned out to be quite successful, as the denser layout allowed for a reduction in weight, with significant armor.
  The USSR, however, had the IS-2 and T-34-85, which were also quite strong. But the Soviet units gave in slightly. The battles showed that the Panther-2 was a quite capable tank - well protected, especially in the front, and well armed. The Lion turned out to be much more successful than the Tiger-2. But the latter tank did not live up to expectations. It turned out to be too heavy and often broke down.
  The Soviet troops were forced to retreat from the Dnieper after several weeks of fighting, but avoided encirclement. The Germans achieved success at too high a price. The Red Army had become different. The troops had gained combat experience and were quite resilient, and the command was skillful. So the fascists failed to achieve decisive success. Although they did win back Poltava.
  In the autumn the front changed little. The Red Army was mostly on the defensive. It was gathering strength and preparing for an offensive.
  The situation, however, was problematic. The Nazis had jet aircraft in mass production. They added the HE-162, the Arado, the ME-163, and some other things. In addition, the E-10 and E-25 tanks appeared, light but dangerous. And the improved Lev, and the more advanced modification of the Panther-2. In terms of quality, the Nazis had stronger weapons. And they had a considerable number of troops. They drafted teenagers into the army, and foreign divisions were formed from all over Europe, and the Hiwi. There were also many police units from the locals.
  So far, the Wehrmacht and the Third Reich had superiority in manpower. And the Germans had gathered forces that were not inferior to the Red Army. And in the production of weapons, the Third Reich surpassed Russia with a qualitative advantage. So in winter, the Red Army began an offensive in the center, not really counting on success. The fascists had an exceptionally powerful defense, and more reserves than ever.
  But still, the Soviet troops broke through the defense and reached north of Smolensk. Then they reached the Dnieper, where they were stopped by fresh Wehrmacht reserves. In March, the Germans attacked from the south and were able to restore the situation. In these conditions, Stalin proposed a truce in April. Since Japan was losing the war to the USA, Hitler decided to come to the aid of his ally and accepted the truce proposal. But that was a different war.
  The Fritzes had an exceptionally powerful submarine fleet. And they launched a real hunt for British and American ships.
  At the same time, the Fritzes began an offensive in Africa. The first strike was through Gibraltar and Morocco.
  The Fuhrer personally met with Franco and outlined the prospects. He said that Germany needed Africa, and the shortest route there was only through the Strait. The Third Reich's hands were now untied, tanks, submarines, and the best aviation in the world. It would take one week to occupy Spain. So whether you like it or not, you'll have to let the Germans through. And Gibraltar is the key to Africa that can't be bypassed.
  So, choose. Either you let the troops through or we capture you! Franco, realizing that he had no choice, chose the lesser of two evils: letting the troops through. And the fascists took Gibraltar right away, and then landed in Morocco. In general, the battles in the Mediterranean are of key importance. The Fuhrer, not bound by the war with the USSR, defeated the British in Malta, after which he was able to land troops in Tunisia.
  But it showed that the Fritzes really screwed up by not crushing the English in Malta back in 1940. They wasted so much time. But they were able to get their revenge in 1945.
  The approximate balance of forces showed that the USA and Britain do not hold the north of Africa. The Germans, having more convenient communications and better weapons, gradually capture territories. It should be noted that in real history the Fritzes were hampered by Franco's stubbornness, Hitler's mistake with Gibraltar. Underestimation of the importance of the Mediterranean section of the front, and preparation for war with the USSR.
  It should also be noted that English tanks were superior to German tanks in armor at that time. But by 1945, the Panther-2 was undoubtedly stronger in armament and armor-piercing. And the modified Lev, even more so. Several tens of thousands of Englishmen were captured. Morocco fell. Then German troops fought their way through Algeria and joined the landing in Tunisia.
  Then the German troops passed Libya and broke into Egypt. More than thirty English and American divisions were routed. Having forced the Suez Canal, the Germans rushed to the Middle East. They captured Iraq and Kuwait.
  The successes of the fascists alarmed the Americans. Truman tried to negotiate with Germany on the division of spheres of influence. Churchill was also inclined to compromise, and at the same time tried to test the waters in order to involve Stalin in the war.
  But the leader kept a meaningful silence. No, on the one hand, Stalin understood that it was not in his interests to wait until the Third Reich grew stronger and defeated the Allies. But on the other hand, he did not want to pull chestnuts out of the fire. And in general, Stalin often felt indecisive when he himself had to strike, but there were doubts about success. For example, Stalin did not dare in real history to attack Yugoslavia and overthrow Tito. And here, after all, was the most powerful army in the world, the Third Reich, with the best tanks, planes, machine guns.
  Stalin finds it difficult to make a decision. And the country is too tired of the war.
  Hitler launched an offensive in southern Africa. There was a German diaspora and Boers there. They needed to be liberated. In the winter of 1946, the Germans reached South Africa and routed the British there.
  The US experienced an internal crisis. Their troops on land were beaten by the Germans. And the strength of the Third Reich grew: the E-50 series tanks demonstrated their crushing power. And they defeated everyone, since the American Pershings and especially the Shermans were no match for them.
  The development of the atomic bomb has slowed down. And it is still a long way from a model fit for combat use. In the Third Reich, too, there was more talk about an engine on atomic fuel than a bomb.
  But it is also difficult for the Germans to reach America, an entire ocean separates them, and the fleets of the British and the US are very large, and they cannot be knocked out with submarines alone.
  The Fuhrer faced a dilemma: where to direct his hordes. And how to overcome water obstacles. For now, the fascists have decided to attack India. This idea is generally logical. But here it is already necessary for Russia to withdraw its troops from Iran.
  Hitler and Stalin began negotiations. The leader of the USSR expressed interest in the English inheritance. The Fuhrer proposed that Russia enter the war with Britain and the USA. Stalin refused. The fascists' hands were tied. Britain was still an unsinkable aircraft carrier.
  The war moved to the air and sea phase. The Germans developed jet aviation. The more powerfully armed and high-speed HE-262, ME-2010, and ME-362 appeared in the series, as well as the TA-500 bombers, and the VO-18 in a tailless modification. And submarines, which reached a speed of 35 knots per hour on hydrogen peroxide.
  The year 1946 was spent in mutual jabs. The Germans had not yet decided to land in Britain. Stalin did not give passage to India. Japan had lost the Philippines and many islands, but nevertheless held on to its possessions in China. And for the time being it was still holding back the onslaught of American aviation. After the appearance of jet fighters in the land of the rising sun, the samurai felt a little better.
  The US itself had not yet created a sufficiently effective jet fighter and was losing to the Germans in the skies.
  In addition, Germany has developed a series of disc aircraft that have no equal.
  They tried to pull Stalin to one side or another, but Koba remained neutral. Hitler, under certain conditions, would not have been against peace. Moreover, Germany had received the Middle East and Africa. It already had more conquests than Genghis Khan. But America did not want peace yet. And Britain, having lost so many colonies, even more so.
  In May 1947, the Germans decided to land in the metropolis. They were counting on their superiority in tanks and, for now, the best aviation in the world.
  And on underwater vehicles. But the landing itself had to be postponed for another month, due to some problems. Using the resources of Africa and the Middle East, Germany was able to produce so many jet vehicles that it seized air supremacy.
  The USA, whose equipment quality was much worse, could not cope with this. And the Germans were able to land troops and hold them. In the battles it turned out that the Churchill was hopelessly outdated and could not penetrate the German tanks even in the side. And this, of course, was a problem. In general, the Americans and the British did not have a strong enough anti-tank gun to fight the E series and damage the heavy tanks of the Third Reich. The British did not succeed here.
  The seventeen pound cannon proved to be the limit, but it was not enough, and the thirty-two pounder did not go into production. And it was not enough.
  The Germans were able to encircle London in three weeks of fighting. And to avoid unnecessary casualties, the garrison capitulated.
  Churchill fled to Canada, and from there promised to continue the resistance. But it was no longer the same. Hitler installed his puppet king in Britain, and a government headed by Mosley.
  Part of the English fleet surrendered. Part was captured by the Americans. The war continued. The Germans captured Ireland and began preparing a jump on Iceland. The famous Operation Icarus took place in November 1947 and was unexpected for the USA. No one thought that the fascists would risk it in conditions of frost, storms and icebergs.
  But they were able to carry out an operation and capture the island. And they put up a flag with a swastika there. After that, America got scared. And they offered Germany peace again. They even promised to concede something to Japan.
  Hitler, fearing the growing power of the USSR, agreed to a peace treaty, including concessions to Japan.
  Then in 1948, Nazi Germany began preparing for the Eastern campaign. The USSR had the T-54, IS-4, and IS-7 in series. That is, very decent machines.
  But for now the E-50 series retained its advantage in armor over the T-54 and armament, and was comparable to the IS-7. But the latter tank was not mass produced. So the Fritzes still managed to have an advantage in tank quality. Their heavier E-75 turned out to be extremely strong in armament and gun lethality. The main thing is that the Germans, having recruited troops from Europe and Africa, had an advantage in numbers.
  And the Fritzes have better aviation. The MIG-15 has only just passed its tests.
  So the Fritzes went on the offensive on June 10 and rushed to Moscow. But the dense defense of the Soviet troops turned out to be extremely developed. The fascists were able to advance only 100 kilometers in two months of fighting. And they stopped, having suffered huge losses.
  Then the Nazis moved south. They broke through to Kharkov, captured most of Donbass, but were stopped again. More precisely, they were exhausted.
  The Red Army had very strong defensive lines. During the years of the armistice, they had dug trenches and pillboxes. Many anti-tank hedgehogs and mines. Try to break through. The Nazis advanced, but they were losing a lot. And they were forced to stop. Late autumn and winter came. The Soviet army had already tried to advance, but the Germans were ready for winter and were holding the line. The front line was not very mobile. The Red Army had advanced only a dozen or two.
  The following year, the Germans did not attack by land, but tried to develop air pressure. While their jet bombers were at their best. But the Soviet fighters were also improving. By the end of the year, they managed to create surface-to-air missiles....
  In winter, the Red Army tried to advance, but only managed to penetrate a few kilometers.
  In May of 1950, the Germans tried to attack themselves. But they were unsuccessful. Even the new pyramidal tank did not help. They advanced about fifty kilometers and stopped. Air pressure also had no effect. The attacks continued until late autumn. But nothing came of it.
  In winter, the Red Army pressed, but also without result. Such was the viscous war. 1951 also passed in mutual attacks. The Germans advanced only twenty kilometers in the spring and summer. The front line froze more and more. And the war became static. But the situation in the following 1952 unexpectedly became more complicated. Having overcome its hesitation and having accumulated strength, Japan entered the war.
  Japan's opening of a second front in 1952 complicated the USSR's situation. Samurai troops are weaker in tanks and self-propelled guns, but they also have jet aircraft and a very fanatical infantry.
  The Red Army had to fight on two fronts.
  Oleg Rybachenko even composed:
  Trouble has come upon my Rus',
  Samurai are brazenly climbing from the east...
  I love Jesus and Stalin-
  Even though anger sometimes breaks my heart!
  The Germans took advantage of the fact that part of the Red Army was distracted and launched a major offensive in the south. In August 1952, they managed to break through to Stalingrad, just like ten years ago. The Stalingrad epic number two began. And again the fascists got bogged down in battles, drowned in their own blood. And the losses of the Hitlerite coalition were enormous. The battles dragged on until late winter.
  The USSR did not have the strength to repeat the counterattack: the Japanese factor played a role, but the Nazis were only able to take eighty percent of Stalingrad and stopped.
  In winter, the Red Army pinched the Germans a little in the center, but overall there was a lull. In March 1953, Stalin died. Molotov became his successor. Beria was too much of a fear. And he was an odious personality. In May, the Nazis got pyramid tanks at the front. The new weapon is very powerful and dangerous, impenetrable from all angles. Try to cope with that at all.
  The Germans, on orders from the stubborn Hitler, continued their assault on Stalingrad. They used both flying discs and underground tanks. They managed to finally take control of the city in two months of fighting. And then the Nazis moved toward Astrakhan. They advanced quite successfully. The Japanese, having surrounded Vladivostok, tried to break through through Mongolia. The fighting was terrible, and the Japanese were able to wedge in.
  Molotov declared that he would fight to the end. But the USSR's position remained extremely grave. The new T-55 tank was insufficient to fight the Fritz's pyramidal machines. Alas, there were clearly not enough forces to really turn the tide of the war. 1953 ended, in conditions when the Germans cut off the Caucasus, Turkey entered the war, and Japan was eager for everything
  Strength.
  In February, Baku fell, and the USSR's position worsened considerably. In May 1954, the entire Caucasus fell under the fascists. The Red Army was already officially conscripting people as young as twelve and as old as eighty. There were many women, too. The country was running out of resources.
  The Wehrmacht has also thinned out. Almost ninety percent of its personnel are foreigners. The combat capability of German units has decreased by an order of magnitude. But the flying discs have become much more dangerous. And pyramidal tanks are the height of perfection. No matter what angle you shoot from, the shells ricochet.
  The boy imagined a tank crew in a pyramidal tank. June 1954, Hitler's troops are advancing on Saratov. They are trying to get to Moscow from deep behind. Just think, thirteen years have passed since the beginning of the Great Patriotic War.
  What horror and suffering of all nations. And for thirteen years now the famous four have been fighting: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda. The girls have not aged at all. They are as young and fresh as before.
  And the tank has sloped armor and is low. More advanced, it has only two crew members located prone.
  Gerda and Charlotte aim a 105mm high-pressure gun, but with a shorter barrel. The barrel is shorter, but the initial velocity will be higher, up to 1,700 meters per second.
  And a uranium core in the shell. And the girls giggle. The T-55 tank is not very common yet. The main one is of course the T-54, a vehicle with a 200-millimeter frontal turret armor. A rather squat vehicle.
  Gerda grins and aims the gun. She has a pyramidal machine. It is two hundred and fifty millimeters of alloy steel at a large angle, cemented armor. Even a hundred-millimeter T-54 can't penetrate the German machine.
  The girl, the ageless Charlotte, presses the joystick with her bare foot, and the German tank accelerates. Only fifty-five tons of weight, with a gas turbine engine of 1800 horsepower, and armor from all angles of 250 millimeters at large angles of rational inclination. And Soviet tanks have no chance of penetrating it. And the German machine itself is very nimble and passable.
  Gerda remarks with a sigh:
  - Finally, our designers have created a perfect machine, and one that is relatively light in weight.
  Charlotte remarked with a sigh:
  - It's a pity that it happened too late! We could have beaten the USA too, if we had such a machine earlier!
  The blonde girl with a pearly smile said:
  - Better late than never! The pulsation of the heart and veins demands that we finally end the Second World War that began almost fifteen years ago. We deserve peace!
  The red devil confirmed:
  - Yes, we deserve peace! And we will win!
  Gerda sighed and noted with interest:
  - But peace is good... And what about the USA?
  Charlotte, smiling broadly and dazzlingly, sang:
  - Country America, from the other side, you seem like paradise and look okay! But the Third Reich, believe me, is cooler and stronger than you!
  Gerda fired at the T-54 and, having penetrated the Soviet tank, chirped:
  - I am wise - very wise, I am wise - very wise, but I am not an owl at all!
  The German cannon penetrated Soviet tanks from a long distance. More dangerous was the heavy IS-11. This machine had a 203-mm cannon, it had a chance to penetrate the German. True, for such power, one had to pay with the tank's weight of one hundred tons. Considering that German jet aviation retained a qualitative advantage over the Soviet one, such machines were simply suicide bombers.
  The modernized IS-7 is also not bad. This vehicle has increased frontal armor thickness, and its weight has increased to 78 tons. But for such reinforcement, the vehicle has lost its running characteristics, and the load on the front rollers has increased. And the gun is insufficient against pyramidal German tanks.
  Here Gerda fired at the IS-7, just caught the moment when the Soviet tank turned its side. Its armor is much thinner there. And the shell with the uranium core rammed the Red Army vehicle.
  The blonde terminator noted:
  - But the bear is not very agile!
  Charlotte noted:
  - But it bites. Thirty kilogram shells can be dangerous.
  Gerda giggled:
  - But he is happy to hang on the edge, stabbed for being dangerous!
  The girls burst out laughing, knocked out another T-54. And Charlotte added speed, as a threat arose - a rare but dangerous IS-11 appeared. It has a gun that, although not very fast-firing and not accurate enough, is lethal. Although who knows, maybe some superman is sitting behind it. And the frontal armor is 350 mm thick. You can't penetrate that from a distance. You need to get closer.
  Charlotte remarked with annoyance:
  - The Russians have created a heavy machine, which is worse, of course, than our tank, but not inferior in power. True, it is much heavier than our machine.
  Gerda added:
  - And not so mobile!
  The blonde terminator fired, knocked down another T-54. The machines are generally not dangerous for the Germans yet. The Germans distinguished their guns by a smaller caliber, but a higher initial velocity of the projectile.
  Charlotte remarked with some annoyance:
  - I'm tired of fighting already! If we go to Moscow along the Volga, it'll be another couple thousand miles!
  Gerda corrected her partner:
  -It will be a little less, but still decent!
  Charlotte beat another T-54 and, smiling, noted:
  - But the long way is easier than the short one!
  The girls did not lose their optimism. They continued to fight and win!
  And so the IS-11 fired at them... But the shell flew past. With such a caliber it is dangerous.
  Gerda laughed and sang:
  - The forest is a fox, but Isa is against the Germans!
  Charlotte laughed and chirped:
  - There is a war raging in the universe,
  To destroy, to kill without reason...
  Satan has broken loose from his chains -
  And death came with him!
  The girls burst out laughing and fired at the IS-11. The shell stung the Soviet vehicle and scratched the frontal armor. But the present could not penetrate the 350-millimeter shell, especially at an angle of 30 degrees from the vertical.
  Gerda cursed:
  - The Russians are strong... Maybe we should come in from the side?
  Charlotte noted:
  - The sides of a Russian tank are only one hundred millimeters thick, but it"s risky to get that close.
  Gerda giggled and remarked: We've been fighting for thirteen years now. And still not a single serious injury!
  Charlotte giggled and whispered:
  - Be careful not to jinx it!
  Gerda laughed and cooed:
  - Eh, once, grief is no big deal! Eh, once, as if there was a ton of money! They'd take it all from the bastard, well, but for now - have fun!
  The girls were approaching a formidable Soviet tank. The IS-11 was almost the only vehicle capable of fighting the newest German tanks.
  But here a certain evolution took place. If the Nazis in 1943 had tanks heavier and, perhaps, more powerful than the Soviets, but with worse running characteristics. Now gas turbine engines gave the Fritzes an advantage in running characteristics, and Soviet tank building went by increasing the mass of tanks.
  The IS-11 became a vehicle that could hit a pyramidal tank, albeit with a high probability of ricochet, but... Its mobility turned out to be low.
  The German pyramid tank was designated AG-50, in honor of Hitler. The Fuhrer was tired of cars being named after animals. And he decided to show his personality cult in tanks as well. The heavier AG-75 model had a 2,000 horsepower engine, and weighing eighty tons, 350-millimeter armor, and a 128-millimeter gun, also high-pressure, and naturally more armor-piercing. But the AG-75 was not as widespread as the AG-50, which became the main one.
  Gerda and Charlotte were approaching the Soviet, very durable machine.
  And along the way they shot at smaller targets. In particular, the SU-152, a very dangerous machine, with an elongated barrel. It could cause trouble.
  And Gerda eliminated her with a precise hit. And chirped:
  - I really am a girl and a superman in one bottle!
  The warrior is really cool...
  Christina and Magda fought on the same tank and did their job well.
  Magda, with some distress in her voice, remarked:
  - Oh, we are killing... Like children of Satan!
  Christina even yawned demonstratively:
  - Oh yes... I must admit I'm really fed up with this! All these murders and violence!
  Magda shot the T-54 and, cooing sadly, exclaimed:
  - Everything is going well for us... Towards victory, even if it is difficult! Honor will come to the fighters... With a medal that is not made of cast iron!
  Christina snorted contemptuously:
  - Okay, well... We can do a lot! And to be honest, my ears are already popping from the shooting! All this is terribly boring!
  Magda responded by suggesting:
  - When the war ends, we will have to drink champagne to peace!
  Christina tweeted:
  - Tell me what the world is, they will answer you! The sun and the wind!
  Meanwhile, Gerda and Charlotte went into the side of the Soviet tank and fired. The IS-11, having received a mortal wound, began to detonate. It was literally torn apart. Debris and a lot of metal debris flew from the Soviet tank.
  Magda sang with a smile:
  - Once again, trouble looms, rivers of blood, arrogant enmity flares up... From the fires of blood, tears and grief, our dear country groans!
  Gerda exclaimed on the radio:
  - Don't do that! We took down a big catch! Few can compete with such a tank!
  A whole battle unfolded in the sky. The MIG-15 fought with the German mosquito aircraft. In addition to it, the lighter fighter Yak-32 and IL-18 fought. The German planes, however, surpassed the Soviet ones in speed and armament.
  There was a real mess in the sky. ME-482s fight like beasts, tearing everything apart. Literally ramming their opponents. But the MIG-15 is no slouch either. It also gets on their tails and showers them with air shells. So the battle took place at altitude.
  Christina took it and sang:
  - Airplanes are good, ships are good, machine guns are better!
  Magda winked slyly at her partner and chirped:
  - Simple, though.
  And the girl sent the projectile by pressing the joystick button with her bare fingers.
  This couple is trivially magnificent. And demonstrates the highest level of fighting spirit.
  Christina, turning the tank, sings:
  - Sing a song, as you used to, squad leader, and I'll quietly sing along! And we're young again, and ready for a feat, and we can handle any task!
  Magda cut down another T-54 and chirped:
  - A laser beam hit the temple, and in a flash the man disappeared!
  The warriors cried out in unison:
  - I don't want to know that creature that will burn this sky! All I hear is, march, march, left!
  The Soviet tanks choked in their counterattack. And the fascists broke through to the batteries. A significant part of the guns were obsolete 76-millimeter guns, completely harmless to the Germans.
  Christina roared:
  - We will burn all the enemies, and the authorities will be wiped out in feces, to the sound of this song!
  Magda confirmed with great enthusiasm:
  - Of course, we will erase it!
  And the blonde terminator slapped her bare feet, one against the other. And then she shot down a Soviet cannon with a shell and sang:
  - Shoot, shoot, send your enemies to hell!
  And the warrior burst out laughing again... The girls were having an extremely fun time.
  Christina threw a chocolate candy into her mouth with a smile and chirped:
  - In our country, everything is like on the moon!
  And the girls burst out laughing in unison.
  The Soviet defense was giving in. Both sides were exhausted beyond measure. There was a whole company of boys in the path of the warriors. The children fought barefoot, half-naked. However, it was summer and warm. The boys did not want to give in and died heroically. They demonstrated fantastic resilience.
  One of the boys' tricks was to throw a bunch of grenades under a fascist tank. It helped a lot.
  Christina remembered how the SS tortured a captured boy. A thirteen-year-old boy was burned with a blowtorch, and all his toes were broken with pliers. The boy moaned quietly, but said nothing. Neither the hot wire, nor the flame of the blowtorch, nor the terrible burns all over the child's body, made the young knight speak.
  The prisoner was tortured to death... Christina herself took part in the torture. She moved a tongue of flame over the pioneer's body, looking for sensitive spots. The Reds' children are resilient. It's simply amazing.
  The boy died tortured, without saying anything. Christina even felt a pity in her soul. The white-headed boy could have been an adornment of the Aryan nation. In general, Slavs have beautiful children, and it is a pity to kill them.
  Christina whispered regretfully:
  - But on the other hand, with things like this... So many troubles and worries, oh, may Allah save you!
  Magda sang in response:
  - It's not so bad to have three wives! It's much better the other way around!
  And the girls slapped their bare feet, one against the other, with the soles. Even the calluses covering their feet rang.
  The Soviet batteries were suppressed. They were bombarded with shells and rockets. The "Sturmtiger"-4, made on the basis of E tanks, roared, and with bomb throwers. The rockets bombarded the Soviet positions. The Nazis already knew how to launch satellites into space, and from there they transmitted information about events on Earth.
  Of course, the Red Army was having a hard time. Leningrad was under siege, and there was no chance to loosen the steel collar. But the girls were quite cheerful and happy. They had passed another line of Soviet, deeply echeloned defense.
  The Red Army, slowly retreating, was giving in to the fascists. Invulnerable Hitlerite disc planes were circling in the sky. They were attacking Soviet machines.
  Gerda even sang:
  - As if tied with a rope, and where it is thin, it breaks... There will be no more room for all these young brats!
  And the warriors continued to press, demonstrating their phenomenal talent.
  Fire-Bright Charlotte hissed:
  - Bang! Boom-bang!
  And the warriors continued to move on pyramidal tanks. The fascists had already taken Kamyshin and were approaching Saratov. The front line was rolling back more and more to the east.
  German technology and the minds of all Europe have created something more perfect. And the disc planes are a technology that has no equal.
  Gerda, while shooting at the Russian bunker, noted:
  - Despite all the difficulties, we still win! And may God grant us luck and success!
  Charlotte agreed with her partner:
  - Luck and fortune are very important... Although as Friedrich said: lucky once, lucky twice... How much can you tempt gentlemen - where is the skill!
  Gerda destroyed the SU-122 self-propelled gun and noted:
  - Talk to Magda about God! She loves it!
  Charlotte chirped with a grin:
  - And we are just witches! Bringing light to people! And there is no more beautiful calling!
  Gerda looked in the mirror and answered:
  - There's not a single wrinkle or mesh on my face, I still look like a girl! And a ton of health!
  Charlotte readily confirmed:
  - This is what it means to be a witch!
  Gerda, her eyes flashing aggressively, remarked:
  - I'm a witch... And I hate inquisitors! I would send them all to a hell where they would experience all the tortures that witches were subjected to.
  Charlotte fired a shell at the Soviet howitzer and hissed:
  - The Inquisition are executioners! They are eager to become first-timers!
  Gerda said judiciously:
  - Witch hunters were often selfish themselves, and were more concerned with profit than real faith. It's a nightmare in general!
  The girls slapped one foot against the other and chirped in unison:
  - You can't live without deception! You can live for a very long time!
  After which their tank began to destroy another Soviet battery. It had already become completely dark, and the warriors turned on the night vision device.
  Gerda was a special girl. She went through fire, water and copper pipes. The warrior smashed Soviet weapons and did not spare even the boys, of whom there were many in the Soviet units.
  There were also girls who carried shells and were nurses. The war catastrophically absorbed human resources. Many Soviet cities were occupied, many were destroyed by bombing. TA-600, and tailless B-28, together with disc aircraft, bombed literally the entire Soviet space.
  Most of Russia's factories went underground. The Nazis pressed in all directions.
  Here we have gone on the offensive, and south of Leningrad. Advancing towards Tikhvin.
  The warriors were a little tired and fell asleep right in the tank...
  Gerda dreamed something terrible and funny.
  All sorts of monsters and ghoul-like creatures appeared.
  Here the beast is also fast, and if Gerda had not developed superhuman reflexes, he would have been torn to pieces.
  The animal jumped and, missing, hit the mirror flower. One of the mirrors cracked, shards fell out. And the panther itself got scratched.
  Gerda jumped over the beast and grabbed one of the shards. The flower turned out to be sharp, like glass.
  The beast rushed at Gerda again. She, unexpectedly for herself, acted like Tarzan in the book. He jumped forward, grabbed the torso of the spotted panther. A struggle ensued. The girl-general held onto the fur with tenacious fingers and feet. And at the same time, she struck the body with a splinter. The panther turned its head, but Gerda bit it on the neck with her strong, large and white teeth.
  The girl's strong jaws pierced the fur, and blood poured onto the teeth. Gerda swallowed the red liquid. This gave him additional strength, and he moved the mirror shard harder. And apparently the blow hit its target. Blood spurted out in a wild fountain, and the animal's paws buckled.
  Having fallen, the panther desperately thrashed in its death throes. It died, tearing apart the bark of the trees in rage.
  Gerda jumped into it and arched her waist. She glanced at the surviving mirrors.
  A funny naked girl in blood - a real savage. And her hair has become even brighter - an Olympic torch. No, nakedness suits her, the muscles themselves, the excellent clothes. But still, for the sake of decency, maybe she should cover her charms a little?
  The panther fell silent, and Gerda jumped up to it. She began to cut off the skin with a splinter in her hand. Panther skin is strong and gives in with difficulty. Then you can make something like panties and a bra out of it. Gerda fiddled around for a while. She wanted to eat, and she risked eating the fruits that monkeys with peacock tails and horned kangaroos ate.
  The local fruits were fresh and sweet, with a pleasant aroma. They were both similar and different from the earthly ones - exotic. But very tasty. Gerda ate her fill and her belly and abs became rounded. After which a feeling of heaviness arose. And she wanted to take a nap.
  But it is dangerous to fall asleep in the jungle. Another panther might be luckier. And a large dragonfly with a crocodile's head flew up to this one... and began to chew the meat.
  Well, you have to keep your ears open here. Gerda hung slightly on the liana. She thought about making boots for herself. But in the jungle, bare toes of girls' feet are a great help in climbing. And in this heat, it's much nicer to be without shoes. Even in a bra it's not very comfortable; completely naked in this Sahara you feel much better.
  Gerda swung on the liana, turned her head, driving away sleep, and jumping off, she started running. How wonderful it was to rush like that, cutting through the air with her chest.
  The jungle is not scary at all. Only one thing worries me. If there is no intelligent life on this planet, how will I ever leave it?
  It is not realistic for one person to build a starship, even in a science fiction story.
  Gerda, I remembered a novel about a guy who got into the Stone Age. But at least he wasn't naked, he took a whole truckload of useful things with him. And he even managed to become a girl. Which is completely crazy. In general, the theme of a man getting into a woman, although not yet hackneyed, has already been encountered.
  And rarely is anyone lucky enough to find themselves in such a stunning beauty. In general, what is the advantage of a woman over a man? It is easier for her to find a sex partner. Since it is much easier to drag a man into bed than a girl.
  The girl general jumped up while running and did a seven-fold somersault in the air. She landed on the thorns with her bare heels. The impressions were really sharp.
  Gerda shuffled her feet, giggled and said:
  - In the world of light and automation - there will be, there will be, romantics!
  Afterwards the girl-general ran again... Her legs were pricked, but not to the point of bleeding, so it was not scary. And she could jump up and laugh.
  Yes, women are mysterious creatures. For example, we can recall "The Master and Margarita". What did the woman and her husband lack? It seemed like she had everything... And she followed the writer who barely mastered the story of Jesus Christ, distorting the Gospel.
  It is impossible to write about Jesus better than it is done in the New Testament. And this master is not a master at all, but a wreck. He encroached on the sacred...
  And was it worth shaking naked for this, and putting your knee under a thousand criminals and murderers?
  But Margarita apparently found something special in this master, and could not live without him.
  This is truly a romantic love!
  Gerda ran and felt how resilient her body was. Well, that's true. When she was human, she didn't handle the loads so well. Although she wasn't weak, and she turned out to be stronger than the average person. And now she...
  Gerda's sensitive ear suddenly caught a noise. And not quite an ordinary one, although there are many different sounds in the forest.
  But it looked like a convoy of cars was driving, not a herd of mammoths.
  Gerda listened... The noise was coming from somewhere in front and was getting closer. The girl general turned her head to the four luminaries and whispered:
  - Eh! What happened, what didn't happen!
  And the beauty began to run in the direction where the sounds of civilization could be heard.
  No, Gerda is not Robinson Crusoe, to be afraid of human traces while on a desert island. No, the general will meet civilization, whatever it may be.
  Here I remembered one funny attraction. On a closed tent there was a sign - pay a stamp and you will see the most dangerous beast on earth. The person paid, opened the door and... found himself in front of a mirror.
  Of course, naked primates are the most dangerous creatures on Earth. There's no arguing with that.
  The trees around Gerda began to thin out rapidly, and there was a clearing in front of the girl... And at the end of it, some kind of mechanical monsters were indeed moving. They looked like pyramids, on small, but completely covering the bottom, tracks, and with four barrels sticking out in different directions.
  Gerda, with a smile on her amber, girlish lips, whistled:
  - Wow! What tanks!
  Of the Soviet vehicles in battle, the girl general had to deal with the "Royal Stalin". The tank was distinguished by its solid weight and powerful, long-barreled 300-millimeter gun - which hit at a great distance. It is almost impossible to penetrate this vehicle from the front.
  Gerda herself fired at the optical sights of this largest tank. And it is not so easy to hit the optics. But the "Royal Stalin" became blind. In order to increase the strength of the frontal armor of the turret, the Germans did not use a viewing slit, but used a periscope tube, like those on submarines. As a result, a skilled sniper could blind the tank with an accurate hit.
  The Royal Stalin was also remembered because these machines also had long barrels - as many as four sticking out in different directions. True, the pyramid shape is unusual for tank building. Despite the fact that it is the most rational.
  Gerda lay down and looked closely. The cars were closed, no one was sitting on the armor. It was impossible to understand what kind of creatures were there. Maybe they were such monsters that even a cockroach would look like a human compared to them.
  The cars were moving at about the speed of a galloping horse. They left a trail behind them. They were approaching the place where Gerda was lying down and were about to pass her.
  We need to make a decision...
  The girl general jumped out of the palm tree, waved her arms and yelled something rather stupid:
  - I come in peace!
  
  
  SLOW DOWN
  The cunning Western allies, especially Churchill, were worried after Stalingrad that Russia would become too strong and Germany too weak. And that the Bolsheviks might come to Europe, which would be a completely catastrophic scenario for the capitalists.
  In short, an unspoken agreement was reached. From March 1943, the Allies, while formally continuing the war, actually curtailed all military operations, including the bombing of military targets. In exchange, the Nazis put the brakes on the program of the final solution to the Jewish question, also ceasing the extermination of this people. In addition, the Nazis agreed to withdraw German and Italian troops from Africa. An exchange of military prisoners was also expected - all for all.
  In short, the Allies betrayed the USSR. They counted on the Third Reich and Russia annihilating each other in a total war. And the US and Britain would only benefit from this.
  The fascists untied their hands in the West and began to gather forces for an offensive on the Kursk Bulge. Thanks to the measures of total mobilization and the cessation of bombing, the production of weapons from the Third Reich was constantly increasing. More and more Tigers and Panthers were transferred to the front, and they decided to produce a little more Ferdinands. However, the Fuhrer was slow in attacking the Kursk Bulge. He still wanted to test the Maus in combat, which the Germans were developing at an accelerated rate.
  Although the satisfactory test results of the vehicle took place somewhat earlier than in real history - fortunately, the bombings did not interfere - the giant tank was not yet ready for serial use by July and the crews had not mastered it.
  So the Fuhrer once again postponed the offensive. And the Panthers, Tigers and especially the Ferdinands were still unreliable machines and often broke down.
  Loss of patience Stalin launched the offensive first. The Red Army advanced in the Oryol and Kharkov directions. But the Nazis had significantly more forces, having transferred troops from Africa and Europe, and having released more tanks and planes.
  Having taken up a powerful defense, the fascists repelled the attacks of the Soviet troops. And the Tiger and especially the Panther proved themselves to be very effective machines in defense. The Panther is especially good when you are defending yourself. Its gun is rapid-fire - fifteen shots per minute. And accurate and armor-piercing.
  And when you are defending yourself, the weakness of the side armor is not as noticeable as in an offensive, where even a 45mm can take a Panther.
  Here are four German girls - one of the first combat female crews of the Third Reich fighting Soviet machines. And very successfully racking up scores.
  The girls' secret, and in particular that of the tank commander Gerda, is that they fight barefoot and in bikinis. Shooting from ambush and in turns.
  Gerda pressed the trigger with her bare toes, sent a shell into the Soviet machine. She tore off the turret and squeaked:
  - Glory to the eagle of death!
  Charlotte, this also very aggressive and combative warrior, also sent a shell to the target with her bare toes, hitting the T-34. And she screamed:
  - Glory to our great deeds!
  Christina, the girl with red, golden hair, also hit the Soviet cars with her bare toes and squealed:
  - For the victory of harsh justice!
  Magda, this honey blonde, without thinking twice, took it and with the nimble toes of her bare feet sent another gift of death, piercing the KV tank and squealing:
  - For the triumph of the will!
  So the German girls really did work their lower, such seductive limbs very actively. And the Soviet offensive in the Oryol direction was repelled. As well as in Belgorod.
  Moreover, the Fritzes themselves launched strong counterattacks and were able to bypass the Soviet troops at the Kursk salient. Here it also became clear that the German air force was very strong. The absence of a western front allowed the fascists to free up almost half of their air force. And to increase the production of aircraft.
  And the Focke-Wulf wasn't bad at all. Its powerful armament allowed it to cut down Soviet aircraft on the first approach, and its high speed during a dive allowed it to escape in the event of a more maneuverable Yak approaching its tail.
  Two German pilots, Helga and Gertrude, in Focke-Wulfs began to rapidly accumulate scores and results.
  They also used their signature secret: fighting in bikinis and barefoot.
  Helga turned her fighter jet around. She fired a burst, using her sexy bare toes to shoot down a couple of Soviet planes, and growled:
  - I am the wolf of the sky!
  Gertrude also cut off a couple of planes, using her bare, nimble legs, and squeaked:
  - We are the terminators of hell!
  In short, the Red Army suffered a crushing defeat. In winter, however, Stalin tried to take revenge. But the Fritzes were cunning and on guard. Although, of course, they had some problems. But here the light "Panther" greatly helped the Nazis. This tank weighed only twenty-six tons, with the same engine of six hundred and fifty horsepower. And this provided it with good driving characteristics in winter conditions. And the gun coped well with Soviet vehicles.
  The Panther-2 did not quite justify itself. It was better protected from the sides, but heavier and less mobile. But the Jagdpanther proved itself to be a quite effective machine. Powerfully armed, well protected especially in the front, and relatively mobile.
  In winter, the Red Army failed to achieve significant success anywhere. But after a long pause, Stalin hoped to turn the tide of the war. Soviet generals especially hoped for the new IS-2 and T-34-85 tanks. Moreover, the fascists only had the Tiger-2, a tank with powerful armament and armor, but too heavy and often breaking down. And the more advanced E series was still only being developed. In aviation, hopes were pinned on the Yak-3 and LA-7. But the Germans did not stand still either. They had the ME-262 and TA-152, very effective and fast fighters with powerful weapons.
  In general, the new German 30-mm aircraft cannon had no equal. And Hitler's aces confidently accumulated their scores. By May 1944, Helga and Gertrude had each shot down more than three hundred Soviet aircraft and deservedly received awards: Knight's Crosses of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  So the girls who always fought barefoot and in bikinis became phenomena and world record holders.
  In the summer, Stalin ordered Operation Bagration to begin with a powerful strike in the center. Soviet generals hoped for success and massive help from partisans, especially in Belarus. But Rommel and Meinstein outwitted them. When Soviet troops broke through in the center and took Smolensk, the fascists launched powerful attacks from the flanks. Meinstein attacked from the south, and Rommel from the north. And several pockets were formed. The Red Army suffered a crushing defeat. And the fascist hordes, having surrounded and destroyed about two million Red Army soldiers, rushed to Moscow.
  Gerda's tank crew especially distinguished themselves in battle. Fighting in a regular "Panther", the girls became the first to exceed the score of two hundred destroyed tanks. And then three hundred! For which Gerda became the first tank crew commander in the history of the Third Reich to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  And Helga and Gertrude exceeded the number of downed planes by five hundred pieces. And received new awards: Knight's Crosses of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.
  And these barefoot and tough girls became a real nightmare for Soviet pilots. Songs were composed about both of these couples. And they literally crushed all barriers and demonstrated their unbending and inimitable power.
  The female warriors moved from the Focke-Wulf to the TA-152 and performed amazing feats of heroism on it. And this machine is even more perfect and effective.
  The new modification of the Panther-2 with an 88-mm gun also took part in the German counterattack. This tank turned out to be quite heavy, and the new engine was not ready. About two hundred Mauses also fought. This tank was not that good, but it supported the infantry and was quite effective.
  Thus, a large breach was made in the center of the front, and the Fritzes had every chance of taking Moscow on the fly.
  And the Russian gods and hypercivilization called the six again for exploits to save the USSR from complete destruction. This time Oleg Rybachenko, together with the team of the eternal girl Margarita Korshunova and four witch girls, fought the fascists at the Volokolamsk Highway position.
  There, one Soviet regiment fought against thirty Nazi divisions. In real history, only with the help of a powerful air force was it possible to suppress the Russian positions.
  The girls and the boy, armed with magic sabers, met the Nazis by throwing many disposable needles with the toes of their bare feet.
  They flew past and killed the fascists.
  The boy Oleg Rybachenko took and chopped the advancing Nazis with his swords. And then he threw needles with his bare childish feet...
  A dozen of the defeated fascists sank to the grass.
  The terminator boy yelled:
  - Quasar!
  And how he whistled at the top of his lungs. The crows that had begun to flock to the battlefield began to faint. As they fell, their beaks pierced the fascist skulls and brought down planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to Tsar Alexander!
  Margarita also chops down the Nazis and their tanks with magic sabers, which are trying to attack the positions of Russian troops.
  A girl with curly, golden hair screams:
  - Glory to the great Fatherland!
  And with his bare toes the eternal child throws needles that fatally injure the fascist soldiers.
  And then the beauty whistled... And the crows, stunned by the nightingale girl, rained down on the Nazis. And one vulture just went and smashed. Five warriors of the empire of Hitler's Hellish Sun and a couple of tanks were immediately buried by the fall of one large bird.
  Natasha is also very active in combat potential. And so she made a mill with her swords, cut down a dozen Nazis and three tanks. And then she threw a dozen needles with her bare toes, laying down a mass of fascists. And after that she took and launched lightning from her scarlet nipple. Half a hundred Nazis were immediately roasted alive. What a girl. And the tanks melt too.
  And he will roar:
  - For the Russia of the great tsars!
  And Zoya took them and also sharply chopped them with swords, lengthening them. She tore apart a mass of Nazis and tanks. And with her bare foot she launched a disk. It flew by, cutting off more than a dozen heads.
  And the warriors also added a pulsar from the crimson nipple. Overturning a mass of fascist soldiers and tanks.
  After which she yelled:
  - For Russia of great ideas!
  Augustine also fights with amazing heroism. This red-haired vixen is simply a terminator of terminators.
  He'll make a windmill with his swords. And then a butterfly with a swift swing. And then he'll throw a boomerang with diamond blades with his bare toes and chop up tanks.
  He will fly by and return back. But already having cut off a couple dozen heads clean. And then the girl will release lightning from her ruby nipples. Which will flare up and scorch a large mass of Nazis along with their tanks.
  And the red-haired devil yelled:
  - You will have coffee, you will have cocoa and tea!
  Svetlana stuck out her tongue. She also performed a combination with her swords. She cut up a mass of fascists and tanks. And then with her bare toes she released a pea with powerful explosives. And a whole hundred Nazis were torn to pieces at once.
  The warrior with strawberry nipples let out lightning. She set fire to a mass of fascists, spreading the smell of fried kebabs.
  And she howled:
  - Samurai, samurai -
  Fighting with a Russian is not heaven!
  Yes, six warriors took on the Nazis of the time of Stalin and the Fuhrer, thoroughly crushing them along with their tanks.
  Oleg Rybachenko made a butterfly move with his sabres, cutting down fascist soldiers. And then with his bare, boyish foot he will throw sharp and piercing needles, killing opponents and tanks.
  And then again the nightingale the robber will whistle. And whole flakes of stunned crows will fall on the Hitlerite troops.
  The boy-terminator squeaked:
  - A little boy found a flamethrower,
  Unfortunately, you fascists have no luck!
  Margarita also chopped down the Nazis desperately. But at the same time she also threw thin disks with her bare feet. They cut off the heads of the soldiers of the country of Hitler's hellish Sun and the barrels of tanks.
  The girl whistled at the same time and shouted:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  And the crows fell, pounding the Nazis like hail, and a mass of tanks burned.
  Not only the eternal children and the four witch girls fought. The Russian Red Army regiment demonstrated unbending fortitude against thirty Hitlerite divisions.
  Meanwhile, Natasha took and chopped the mill with her swords. She crushed the enemy soldiers. And then, with her bare feet, she launched another boomerang. She cut the throats of the Nazis and the barrels of the tanks.
  And from the scarlet nipple a pulsar flared, singing:
  - Glory to the greatest Russia!
  Zoya also did not give her opponents a chance. She chopped, every now and then, lengthening swords and soldiers and tanks. And then with her bare toes she threw poisonous needles. And then her crimson nipples erupted whole cascades of lightning that melted German mastodons.
  The warrior sang:
  - Rus' is our country!
  I will be forever faithful to her!
  And how a pulsar flies out of the girl's navel. And it will crumble the Nazis into torn scraps of skin. And then it will take on the tanks.
  Augustina also doesn't give the fascists any leeway or chance. The copper-red hair of the terminator girl flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And bare, chiseled feet throw very deadly gifts of death. Which do not give a chance to soldiers or tanks of the Wehrmacht.
  The warrior throws out burning pieces of magical plasma melting metal from her ruby nipples. And not forgetting to roar:
  - Glory to the Fatherland - live under communism!
  And then from his round navel he strikes like lightning.
  Svetlana is also in the battle. She is an extremely cool girl. And she also thrashes the Nazis with swords. And her bare, graceful feet throw whole daggers of death. That chop off the Nazis' heads and cut off the towers of heavy and medium vehicles.
  And from strawberry nipples it will give out a corona discharge. And this is really more than deadly, especially for tanks and planes.
  And the warrior will also give a gift of annihilation from the navel.
  And he will sing:
  - Glory to great Rus'! God will be able to save us!
  And Russian soldiers are shooting at the Nazis from the famous Mosin rifle. A couple of machine guns are also working. Cannons are firing. One of the first Russian high-power rocket mortars, "Andryusha", is also working.
  The soldiers of the Soviet army were well prepared. They hit accurately and are very disciplined.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis, both infantry and tanks and even planes, thought: how did our people manage to lose to the fascists in this alternative reality?
  This is shameful! But the Russians are doing better. Look how the Slavic soldiers pierce little white and black soldiers with bayonets and blow up tanks with grenades. It only takes a little bit to win. And the Tsarist army is very heroic. Here is one Russian girl, a machine gunner with a bare stomach, firing at the German troops. This girl is in a short skirt and barefoot, but she sends bullets accurately.
  And Oleg Rybachenko chops with swords. And then he throws a boomerang with his bare childish feet, cutting down the enemy and tanks. And when the boy whistles...
  And again the crows will start falling on the Nazis. The fascists will have no chance after this. And the attack aircraft will have no chance either.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this eternal boy, squeaked:
  - Glory to my cosmic Fatherland!
  Margarita, this eternal girl is also hot in battle. And she chops with sabers, very dashingly. And she whistles so loudly that a bunch of crows fall from above and pierce the heads of the Nazis, and through the hatches of the turrets of the fascist tanks. And with her bare, childish feet she throws boomerangs so that the warriors of the land of the hellish fascist sun fall in dozens.
  Margarita cooed:
  - My dear Russia is a friendly family of nations!
  Natasha chopped the Nazis with swords. She launched a whole bunch of needles with her bare fingers. They went and riddled the fascists and blew up a dozen tanks. The girl, however, did not forget to launch a corona discharge from her scarlet nipples.
  And how lightning can be ejected from the navel with deadly results, especially for tanks and airplanes.
  The girl squealed:
  - I'll be so super!
  Zoya also fights in a wild battle. And her swords sparkle like a raging thunderstorm, streams of fiery sparks pour down and cut tanks like butter with a hot knife. And the bare feet of the terminator girl throw needles that strew the Nazis like a hedgehog.
  And from the crimson nipples fly out deadly pulsars of annihilation and from them both planes and tanks burn. The warrior is very combative in appearance and in fact.
  The beauty cuts apart the Nazis, planes and self-propelled guns, giving them no mercy.
  And the fighting girl squeals:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Augustine knows no peace in battle, and a furious rage seethes within her. And she chops down enemies like cabbage with sabres. And her eyes burn like emeralds. And her bare feet, like propeller blades, throw out messages of destruction that tear apart planes and tanks.
  And the ruby-colored nipples send such streams of magical plasma at the Nazis that nothing can resist it.
  But when a stream of magical lightning flies out of Augustine's navel, it will destroy a whole mass of enemies along with tanks.
  The girl roared at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to the Almighty God Rod!
  Svetlana fights with a wild crowd. And the girl will carry out a blow with a butterfly. And with bare feet she will launch a new boomerang that cut off the towers of cars. A warrior of the hyper class and a natural blonde.
  And as from a strawberry nipple a tsunami of magic blots will be released. And she took and destroyed the enemy, as if ice had shattered under the blows of a sword. And from her navel a corona discharge struck her. A mass of tanks melted, many planes burned.
  Svetlana chirped:
  - The girl loves to kill,
  What a girl!
  Oleg Rybachenko fights like a real titan. The boy-terminator is such a desperate fighter. And with his bare childish feet he releases several disks that cut through enemies, the metal of tanks is like a red-hot needle of ice.
  And how the karate kid conducts the mill.
  And if he takes it and whistles at the top of his lungs. That a whole mass of crows will take it and fall down. And ram the heads of the Hitlerite soldiers.
  And then he spits from the tube... And it tore off the male perfections of a whole hundred fascists and tanks with planes. They just went and died from the pain shock.
  The boy writer squealed:
  - For communism in Russia!
  Margarita spat at the Nazis in a wild rage, and streams of magical plasma flew out of her mouth. And they devoured the fascists down to their skeletons. And the tanks melted, and the planes got entangled in a fiery web.
  The warrior is a girl with golden hair.
  And her bare feet throw something prickly and lethal so that only pieces of torn flesh fly off from the Nazis, and barrels from the tanks.
  And the girls also got really carried away...
  They even took off their panties. After that, the destruction of the Nazis became much more effective.
  Natasha carried out a cascade of blows on white and black soldiers. And now her bare feet will throw several grenades, and will tear apart a whole battalion of Nazis and a large mass of tanks. And then from her scarlet nipples will release a wave, bringing destruction to the fascists, like a cascade of tsunami troops, both infantry and tanks with aircraft.
  And from the navel a deadly lightning bolt will take flight and burn the Hitlerite cohort, and only charred corpses will remain of them and three dozen tanks along with them.
  And at the end, as if from the womb of a beautiful girl Venus, a murderous pulsar would fly out, which, growing in size, took, rolled, and burned an entire regiment of Nazis and a hundred tanks, including several Mauses, at once.
  The warrior roared:
  - For great communism!
  Zoya took and carried out a combination, sharply extending her swords, cutting off the turrets of the tanks. And the young-looking warrior took and launched the disks, mixed with a pea bomb. And she tore apart a mass of Japanese. And then from her crimson nipples she took and released a new stream of lightning. And tore the enemies into small chips. And nothing remained of the tanks.
  And then from the navel it will hit with laser beams. And it will cut down a mass of Nazis. And the tanks will lose their turrets, and broken rollers will fly off them.
  And in conclusion, as if from the grotto of Venus, a warrior with gold leaf-colored hair will throw out a furious stream of energy. And she will sweep away Hitler's guard and a great many tanks and planes and self-propelled guns. These are some cool fighters.
  The warrior screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to the communism of Stalin and Tsar Alexander III!
  And here is Augustina in battle, furious like an aggressive and invincible cobra. And her fiery hair, she sparkles like red gold.
  And he will carry out a combination with swords, from which the brood of Hitler's battalions was cut down to the roots and a huge number of brand new, glittering metal machines.
  And then the bare toes launched such blades that they cut the Nazis into meat salad and cut off the barrels of self-propelled guns and the tails of stormtroopers.
  And from the ruby nipples a whole stream of deadly lightning will fly and destroy the Nazis.
  Well, when a blot of plasma magic flies out and burns an entire fascist regiment and a mass of tanks to go with them, along with planes, of course.
  And when a whole lump of energy spilled out from the womb of Venus, a cool, red-haired girl, then several thousand Nazis immediately took and, spreading the appetizing smell of a whole herd of mammoths fried in a frying pan, took and became crusty kebabs. And a couple of hundred tanks took and melted.
  The warrior will roar:
  - Alexander the Third is the best of the tsars!
  Svetlana is a very aggressive girl. And she performed a combination with her long swords. And she cut the enemies as if she were cutting sausage into thin slices. And then she launched a death bomb with her bare toes. She tore the enemies apart as if they were a cascade of death, only the caterpillars flew away.
  And then from the strawberry nipples will issue a stream of destruction of no small amount. And destroying the Nazis and their tanks and planes and other equipment.
  And how lightning bolts rush out from the navel and destroy the Nazis, without any real pity, and unreal too.
  But the most deadly is emitted by the grotto of Venus. It is truly the deadliest of deadliest, like a Hypertheriod weapon!
  And how this wild tsunami of magic will rush through and wipe out into ashes many thousands of Nazis and hundreds of tanks. And self-propelled guns, and airplanes and assault guns.
  The girl muttered:
  - I am the world champion!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed with this:
  - Super champion!
  The boy performed a triple windmill with his sabres. And then with his bare foot he threw a reusable grenade. And so the battalion of the army of the country of the hellish Hitler sun and tanks and self-propelled guns and all types of aviation tore apart.
  The karate kid started whistling... A fairly large cloud of crows and vultures started pouring down on the Nazis.
  And on the heads, and let's tear apart the enemies, and also blow up planes and self-propelled guns.
  Oleg even remembered how in one world a troll helped Hitler defeat the USSR. She charmed German soldiers, and they became invulnerable. The fascists captured the entire world. And let's build everyone there... And the project of greening Africa and flights to the Moon began. And the Fritzes on April 20, 1953 actually landed there. What a troll....
  They then took Hitler from this world on April 20, 1957, kidnapped him, turned him into a slave boy, and forced him to turn a wheel. What did the Fuhrer want? Did he think that Russian girls would just give him a slap on the wrist? Or would they let him take over the whole world?
  Oleg Rybachenko performed another combination of a five-fold mill. He cut down the Nazis, a large number of tanks, self-propelled guns and assault aircraft. He whistled, knocking down the fascists, and squeaked:
  - Tsar Alexander the Third is perfection itself!
  Margarita took and carried out a triple eagle with her sabers, and cut down a hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks into cabbage.
  And with her bare feet the girl released a bomb that would blow up the fascist soldiers and two dozen tanks.
  And then the boy and the girl whistle together. And so many crows fall from the sky, and with their sharp beaks, they smash the heads of all these Hitlerite regiments and break through the hatches of tanks.
  The six worked so actively that all thirty-three divisions of the country of the hellish Hitlerite Sun were destroyed. They were killed by Russian warriors and the eternal immortal boy.
  So the threat from Moscow was averted. And that's great, of course.
  Although the war was still going on, the chances were already fifty-fifty.
  
  Türkiye ATTACKED THE USSR
  For example, German agents managed to drag Turkey into the war against the USSR. One of the generals ordered to open fire on the border troops. And he presented the leadership with the fact of war with the USSR.
  The Turkish army was quite numerous, reaching a million during mobilization. Although the quality was weaker, but not by much...
  Stalin had to abandon the offensive at Stalingrad and save Transcaucasia. By the end of December, the Germans finally took the city on the Volga and consolidated their position there. The Soviet offensive in the Rzhev direction was repelled by the Germans. And they held the front in the winter.
  The war with Turkey absorbed the reserves that were used in real history at Stalingrad.
  Hitler had the good sense to declare total war, to replenish the army with new reserves and to increase the production of weapons.
  In Africa, Rommel was initially defeated, but then, having received reinforcements, he was able to hold his position and carry out a strong counterattack on the Americans.
  The Germans were able to transfer a few more troops to Africa and held on in Tunisia. In the winter, the battles there were as hot as in the spring. But the more favorable course of the battles in the east allowed the Germans to use more forces in the Mediterranean. And the Stalingrad group did not have to be supplied.
  Rommel managed to repel all the British and American attacks, inflicting colossal losses on them. At the end of May, there was a temporary pause and calm in Africa.
  In June 1943, the Germans, using new tanks "Tiger" and "Panther", tried to attack Astrakhan. The Red Army was ready for this. But the fascists still managed to advance about fifty kilometers before they were stopped.
  The Tiger proved to be an effective machine, the Panther was somewhat worse. Especially in protecting the sides of the tank. And the German machines broke down too often. However, the fascists, having avoided the Stalingrad catastrophe, had more forces, and although they were unable to break through the Soviet defense, they held the front. Soviet troops tried to attack, but the Panther, Tiger, and Ferdinand proved to be very good tanks in defense.
  And soon the "Maus" appeared. The machine, though heavy, difficult to transport and operate, but tenacious and with powerful armament. The "Maus", however, showed that the 150-mm cannon was excessive in power and not fast enough to fire. Although the "Maus" was as sturdy in defensive battles as the "Tiger"-2, it was constantly breaking down. The "Panther"-2 also appeared, a heavier machine, but better protected.
  The Allies acted rather passively against the Third Reich. Taking advantage of the fact that in the winter of 1943-1944 the Red Army was unable to achieve significant successes, including thanks to the good work of German intelligence, in May 1944 the Nazis stormed Gibraltar and began to advance in Africa.
  They captured Morocco and began to advance through Algeria. German heavy tanks crushed the allies and dominated the battlefield. The Panthers were especially impressive, tearing through like beasts. In the summer, the Red Army tried to advance in the center, but its onslaught was again repelled. The Germans created a powerful line of defense.
  In the winter of 1944-1945, the Red Army again attacked in the center. The Fritzes held the line. By this time, they had launched large-scale production of the ME-262 and gained air supremacy. Victories in Africa led to the capture of Egypt and control of the Mediterranean.
  And after Roosevelt's death, Truman declared a truce. Churchill, who was seriously ill, agreed. Moreover, the Germans had already captured the Middle East and had a more advanced series of E tanks - with a compact layout, a low silhouette and powerful engines. So it became scary to fight. And the fascists' jet aircraft were getting on their nerves. Hitler acted a little wiser and instead of V-2 missiles invested in jet aircraft, which gave a much greater and more effective return. Indeed, what's the point of ballistic missiles? The game was not worth the candle, and there was no accuracy. But jet bombers were tormenting Britain, and giving no chance to escape. Allied fighters could not catch up with them. And the big dive bombers were really annoying the British and Americans.
  In short, they proposed a truce and an exchange of prisoners, and the restoration of trade. Hitler agreed. He wanted to quickly put the squeeze on the USSR. In June 1945, a new German offensive began in the Caucasus. And a blow, both from the south and the north and together with the Turks. New E-25 tanks, which were also called "Panther"-3, took part in the battles. The Germans compacted the layout, placing the engine and transmission together and across, which allowed to reduce the height of the tank to less than 1.7 meters. A more powerful 88-millimeter gun was installed in the 71 EL. The slope of the armor of the "Panther-3" was increased. The tank had a 100-millimeter hull front, 60-millimeter sides and stern, 120-millimeter turrets at a large slope, and a weight of only thirty tons. Which, with a 700-horsepower engine, provided decent mobility. And on the way was a more advanced engine with a supercharger, accelerating to 1000 horsepower. But this engine is not ready yet. "Panther"-3 turned out to be a very successful tank. And excellently protected from the side, low-noticing, agile, with a destructive gun, while being lighter and cheaper to produce.
  The Soviet troops were unable to hold the Caucasus by the end of 1945; the Nazis captured it entirely.
  And in the spring of 1946 they began to advance on Moscow and Saratov. Fritz had the E-50, similar to the E-25 in layout, but with a larger gun and thicker armor. The tank weighed 65 tons, closer to the Tiger-2, but had much stronger armor, especially on the sides. The thickness of the frontal armor reached 250 mm, the sides 170 mm, the gun 105 mm in 100 EL. This tank was less than two meters high, and had a 1250-horsepower engine. The machine proved its effectiveness in battle. The USSR had the IS-3 and IS-4. But the T-54 had not yet entered production. So we had to fight with old baggage. And the IS-4 was a crude and imperfect tank. And the IS-3 is quite difficult to produce, so the IS-2 was still produced. And the T-34-85 remained the most mass-produced vehicle. Although its gun was already completely powerless against the E-50 and heavier vehicles, and was only capable of fighting against the Panther-3, which was popular with the German military. Although Hitler ordered all vehicles lighter than fifty tons to be removed from production, except for reconnaissance tanks.
  And so these monsters went to Moscow. They are strong and there are many of them. And the fascists also put blacks to work at the machines. So it became extremely scary for the USSR.
  But the girls from the time travelers are quite ready to fight and win. And Oleg Rybachenko himself suddenly realized that this was a complete fantasy. But in reality, the fascists are storming Moscow and this attack must be repelled. So the team and six fighters landed to fight the Fritzes.
  Oleg Rybachenko, as always, is ahead of everyone and on a white horse. But it's not that simple. Here the local gods are already saying - don't interfere.
  However, the guys chopped a little with swords, but the girls released pulsars from their scarlet nipples, lightning from their navels. They threw deadly grenades and pieces of antimatter with their bare toes. And finally, the girls erupted a tornado of magical energy from the womb of Venus.
  After which they returned back... The German offensive on Moscow petered out. But they still took Saratov. And they were even able to reach Kuibyshev. In the latter city, battles broke out that dragged on until winter.
  Eventually, in January 1947, the Nazis captured the city.
  There was a temporary lull. Both sides suffered serious losses. In addition, a guerrilla war was going on in the territories occupied by the fascists.
  To fight the partisans, troops were formed from local forces. Some kind of self-government appeared. And puppet governments.
  The Germans also modernized their aviation. They also launched disc aircraft into production, which were almost impossible to shoot down due to the laminar flow. In the summer of 1947, the fascists began an offensive in the center. They managed to finally cut off and surround Leningrad with a double ring. But they failed to take Moscow again.
  Again Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova. These eternal boy and girl, shot at the Nazis with their machine guns with unchangeable cartridges, and threw antimatter particles with their bare feet.
  And at the same time they whistled, knocking the crows onto the heads of the Fritzes.
  And the four girls: Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, Svetlana, also worked.
  From their scarlet nipples they released fiery, very hot pulsars. And their bare, graceful legs threw deadly peas with antimatter. And their navels sent lightning that fried the fascists. And when the womb gave in to the waves of a magical tornado, then death came altogether.
  But, alas, the six worked only for a limited time. But very fruitfully in repelling the fascist onslaught.
  Winter passed. Leningrad fell... In the summer of 1948, having gathered strength, the Nazis rushed to a new assault. They threw all their reserves into the battle.
  But again the six are waiting for them and totally destroy them.
  Oleg Rybachenko and the girls then gave the fascists a capital fight. And they used strong magic. The girls even threw out streams of magical energy and tsunamis of magic from the womb of Venus. And they knocked out the fascists like bowling pins with a ball.
  Oleg Rybachenko not only chopped up Hitler's tanks with swords, but also whistled. And the crows rammed German planes. Destroyed them to the ground.
  Margarita Korshunova will also take and run a mill with swords, cutting down the Nazis. And then with her bare feet she will take and launch the most powerful pulsar.
  And destroys the Fritzes as if by battering ram. And as the girl whistles, the crows fall on the Hitlerite planes.
  The girl screamed:
  - For communism throughout the world!
  Natasha is also attacking the Nazis. And her swords will take and chop diagonally. And her bare feet will launch something deadly that tears the enemy machines to pieces.
  After which the girl will release hot, murderous pulsars from her scarlet nipples. And they will hit the fascist hordes. And the girl will also scare the Nazis with lightning from her navel. And she will really roast everyone, turn them into shashlik.
  But it will be even cooler when a stream of energy erupts from the womb of Venus. And sweeps away the great mass of Nazis.
  This is a woman with blue hair. And she will roar:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  And again, releasing a gift of destruction from the scarlet nipple, she added:
  - Anyone with a big belly will die of hunger!
  Zoya also chopped her opponents like cabbage. She cut them off with great ease, as if she were removing shavings. And with her bare toes she threw an annihilation bomb. And she blew the enemies away.
  And then from the crimson nipples it will thunder: from the right on the tanks, from the left on the planes! And it will very effectively crush the opponents.
  And then from the round navel with a series of lightning bolts. And it will incinerate the fascists, turning them into cracklings.
  And then from the grotto of Venus a whole tornado of annihilation energy will just fly out.
  The girl yelled wittily:
  - A bird of high flight, doesn't stick its nose up, doesn't have its head in the clouds!
  Augustina is directly involved in the battle. Not a girl, but simply a tigress. And she literally tears the enemies with her claws. And she chops, not giving them a chance with swords.
  And now her bare feet launch an extremely deadly present of annihilation. Tearing the opponents into tiny blotters. And depriving them of the slightest chance of salvation.
  And from the ruby nipples lightning flies out, literally burning opponents like paper.
  And a pulsar is thrown out of the navel. And how it cuts through Hitler's tanks. And tears off their turrets.
  And from the bosom of Venus another stream of magical plasma erupts. And if it burns, then the fascists will not seem to care.
  And the warrior says to herself:
  - He who wants to become a lion, without having a wolf's grip, will remain with the rights of a bird!
  Svetlana is on the move again. She chops metal with swords. And launches deadly grenades with her bare toes. She tears apart and burns the Fritzes.
  At the same time, the girl does not forget to send lightning bolts from her strawberry nipples.
  And from the navel, something destructive and melting metal erupts.
  And from the grotto of Venus a laser beam will fly out and will cut everyone.
  And then he growls:
  - Bird rights are most often held by donkeys with intelligence, and sheep with character!
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to fight quite confidently, demonstrating the strength of a titan. Now he will chop the fascists with swords. And then with the bare toes of his children's feet he will launch a more than lethal grenade. He will tear apart a mass of Nazis.
  After which the boy started whistling and the frightened vultures and crows, like fascist troops, started to roll around. And they started shooting down planes without mercy.
  Oleg Rybachenko wittily remarked:
  - He who has the brains of a chicken is wingless!
  Margarita Korshunova continued to spin the turntables with swords. She cut down the fascists without hesitation. And at the same time, with her bare children's feet, she threw gifts of destruction. And tore them apart like foil with a pile.
  And when the crow whistles, it will fall on the German troops. It will grind them all into powder. And when the fascists are under the blows of the birds, they are in more than hard times - they are crushed.
  And Margarita says:
  - Don't pretend to be an eagle with the brains of a chicken and the rights of a bird!
  Natasha will jump up and slash with her swords. She will chop the Nazis into cabbage. She will throw the gift of annihilation with her bare foot. She will exterminate a mass of Fritzes and squeak at the top of her lungs:
  - If you have a wet chicken character, you will dry up from hunger!
  And from the scarlet nipples it will release a murderous discharge of electricity. It will wipe out a mass of fascists. And then from the navel it will move like a pulsar. And it will tear all the enemies to pieces.
  And from the bosom of Venus a tsunami stream erupts, burning everyone with hellish plasma.
  This is a girl.
  And Zoya, in a wild attack, beats everyone without unnecessary pauses. And cuts into the smallest parts. Leaving literally charred pieces. And as with her bare foot, she throws something incredibly destructive. And then from her crimson nipples, as if something flies out that brings the most impressive death, and total destruction.
  And then something wild will jump out of the navel and tear apart magical plasma like a tiger.
  And finally, from the grotto of Venus, a gift that brings real death to the fascists without a chance.
  After which the girl screamed:
  - You can't lay golden eggs with a chicken brain!
  Augustina cut off the turrets of Hitler's tanks with her swords. And then with her bare toes she launched a gift of death. And from the girl's ruby nipples, fiery lightning flew out. And burned a bunch of fascists.
  And then a whole tornado of destruction will fly out of the navel.
  But from the bosom of Venus comes destruction, which brings complete victory and destruction.
  Augustina wittily noted:
  - A rooster can still lay golden eggs, but with the character of a hen you only get into trouble!
  Svetlana is also hot in battle. She will chop at the fascists with swords and crush them into sour cabbage. And with her bare toes she will send a gift of destruction. She will grind the enemies into dust.
  And from the strawberry nipples deadly lightning will fly out. They will burn the Nazis to pieces. And here the navel will send a wave of totalitarian extermination of the fascists.
  And finally, a bubble of magical plasma will fly out of the grotto of Venus, which will melt all the enemies at once. And the tanks will smoke, and the shells inside them will explode.
  And Svetlana roared:
  - Why are you always in the clouds? Because you have the brains of a chicken!
  Oleg Rybachenko fights with ever greater frenzy. He just takes it and chops up his enemies. He crushes them all and cuts them into small pieces.
  And then he will throw a grenade with his bare foot and tear it into pieces.
  Afterwards the boy whistled again and shot down a lot of planes.
  After which he voiced the thought:
  - Even if you have the strength of a bear, but with the brains of a chicken you will remain a donkey!
  Margarita Magnitnaya slashed with all her might with her swords. Then with her bare foot the girl threw the deadly gift of death. She tore the Nazis into scraps of bone and skin. And then, as if whistling, the crows fell in heaps on the Fritzes.
  After which Margarita blurted out:
  - If you have the brains of a chicken, then after meeting a fox, feathers will fly!
  Natasha fights the Fritzes very actively. And here her bare feet throw something devilishly deadly. And swords cut down towers.
  And then lightning will strike from the navel...
  And the scarlet nipples will release murderous pulsars. And then the girl will take and from the womb of Venus will emit a fiery tornado. And she will break the opponents into pieces.
  After which the girl chirped:
  - To make a pork chop, you need to have the tenacity of a wolf and the agility of a fox!
  Zoya took and carried out a mill with her swords. She cut all the cars, and the rollers scattered in all directions. And then the bare feet of the terminator girl launched bombs, annihilations. And they, having flown, began to tear the enemies apart.
  And then the crimson nipples will take and emit lightning of destruction. And then a laser beam will fly out of the navel.
  And here the grotto of Venus will erupt with a stream of a violent tornado that will crush the fascist troops.
  And the girl cries:
  - Most likely you'll go to the fox roast with chicken brains!
  Augustina also fights now so much that she is wound up like an alarm clock. And she chops down fascists without pity or regret. With her bare feet she throws grenades, tears apart her opponents.
  And from the ruby nipples fly cascading lightning. And from the navel something absolutely deadly will strike. And it will tear the fascists to pieces. And from the grotto of Venus a magical tornado of death and destruction will fly out.
  After which the girl barks:
  - If you have a character like a wet chicken, you'll be drying out on the street without money!
  Svetlana also fights very aggressively. She chops with swords and throws deadly gifts of death with her bare feet. And then she takes and ejects a cascade of bubbles of magical plasma from her strawberry nipples.
  And then one lightning bolt after another strikes from the navel.
  And from the grotto of Venus a hurricane of total destruction and complete annihilation will pour forth.
  Svetlena yelled:
  - Chicken brains make you wingless, chicken character sends you to the plucking!
  In short, the fascists were completely exhausted and sagged. But the Red Army also did not have the strength to attack.
  Moreover, the Fritzes maintained total dominance in the air. 1949 was spent in the war in the atmosphere, and small skirmishes on land. The appearance of the MIG-15 in the series could not change the course of the war. So the Germans had their own answer: ME-2010 and ME-462. Which retained superiority over the Soviet machines in armament and speed. But the USSR already had the T-54 and IS-7 in series. The latter tank turned out to be quite formidable and the Red Army did not allow the Fritzes to advance.
  The year 1950 arrived. The Germans tried to attack sluggishly, the Soviet troops fought back. It was like boxers stuck in clinches.
  No one has gained an advantage or been able to make any real progress this year.
  But here it is 1951... Hitler is trying to turn the tide of the war. The Germans are launching new pyramidal tanks into production. These machines have increased survivability when fired at from all angles.
  But there are problems with the chassis. The USSR had a lighter IS-10, but there have been no significant changes so far. And that year has passed.
  The year 1952 arrived. The front remained stagnant. Soviet and German troops were bumping into each other. And they got bogged down.
  But then came 1953. In March, Stalin died, and... The fascists, taking advantage of the confusion that ensued due to the struggle for power, went on the offensive.
  And once again the fighting six had to fight with Hitler's hordes.
  Oleg Rybachenko growled and slashed with swords with turns and destruction. And he took a grenade with his bare children's feet. He tore apart a mass of Nazis. And then he whistled. And a bunch of crows crushed a cloud of Luftwaffe planes.
  The boy roared:
  - He who is a chicken at heart is fox food in a hut!
  Oleg even got a little tired of chopping and throwing grenades at the Fritzes with his bare feet. The boy uttered the aphorism again:
  - If you want to live like a white man, be at least a little red-haired in your cunning!
  Margarita Magnitnaya threw a murderous handout of destruction with her bare toes. She tore apart a mass of Hitler's soldiers. And then she gave a burst of laser fire from her belly button.
  And after that she started whistling and destroyed a bunch of planes.
  And she squealed:
  - Real white people don't look pale when they fail!
  After which the girl threw the gift of annihilation again with her bare toes, chirping:
  - If you are a chicken with your brains, you will become a fox's broth with your deeds!
  Natasha released a pulsar of destruction from her scarlet nipple and yelped:
  - Be a bird of eagle's flight, but don't have a cock's flight!
  Zoya noted aggressively, also dropping a gift of complete destruction from her raspberry nipple:
  - He who struts a lot without eating his porridge will crow at the toilet!
  Augustine, throwing off the annihilation pulsar from her ruby nipple, muttered:
  - If a politician puts on airs too much, voters will howl like wolves later!
  Svetlana erupted lightning with her strawberry nipple and hissed:
  - A politician who barks a lot but tries little will lead the people to a dog's life!
  Oleg Rybachenko chopped, spinning his swords. He threw a grenade with his bare, childish foot and noted:
  - Politicians are naughty like children, but their methods are as old as politics itself!
  After which the boy whistled, knocking the crows off like sand from jeans, and purred again:
  - A politician is a crow who dreams of the eagle's throne, but his beak is not big enough!
  Margarita noted rationally, also throwing a message of destruction with her bare foot:
  - A politician wants the lion's throne, but his mind is often that of a hornless cow!
  Natasha released a lightning bolt from her belly button and barked:
  - A lion shouldn't be a sheep, but at least a little bit of fox wouldn't hurt him, so he doesn't end up among the donkeys!
  Zoya took it and launched the gift of death with her bare toes. Then she spat out the pulsar with her crimson nipples and yelped:
  - Even if you have the stature of a lion, but with the brains of a chicken you are guaranteed a dog's life!
  Augustina shot a bolt of death from her ruby nipples and squealed:
  - He who barks too much at the moon, life will send him to the doghouse!
  Svetlana performed the spinner. Then she gave a discharge from her strawberry nipples and squealed:
  - If a politician promises you a pie in the sky, then he considers the voter a woodpecker!
  Oleg Rybachenko, whistling away the crows, rationally noted:
  - If you have a wooden head, you'll definitely kick the bucket!
  Margarita, having cut down the enemies again, said:
  - If your head is like an oak tree, they'll skin you alive!
  Natasha wittily remarked, releasing a powerful gift of death from her scarlet nipple and destroying the Fritzes:
  - For oak voters, the politician is a complete fake!
  Zoya, chopping down the fascists and sending rays of death from her crimson nipples, noted:
  - If you're as dumb as a boot, you'll be shod forever!
  Augustina wittily noted, sending death from her ruby nipples:
  - Nothing interferes with eating hot food every day like a chicken mind!
  Svetlana slammed her strawberry nipples and said:
  - If you have the memory of a chicken, you'll forget how to soar like an eagle!
  Oleg threw the gift of destruction to the rascal with his bare foot and squeaked:
  - A chicken is not a bird - a chicken's mind is not intelligence!
  Margarita launched something with her bare foot that would not let her die without pain. Then she whistled, striking the Fritzes with crows and squeaked:
  - A voter with chicken brains is choosing roosters for president!
  Natasha hit the scarlet nipple hot and very hot and said:
  - A politician who shows off a lot only attracts those with chicken brains!
  Zoya, firing at the enemies from her crimson nipples, noted:
  - Whoever was tempted by the fox-like speech of a politician, a chicken with intelligence, and a sheep with character!
  Augustine, pounding her ruby nipples with burning pulsars, noted:
  - For a politician, language is a sword, a whip and a key, but first and foremost it locks up the voter!
  Svetlana struck with lightning from a strawberry nipple. She crushed a mass of planes and tanks, giving out:
  - Chicken fluff is soft, but what hard bunks those with chicken brains sleep on!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed, whistling once again:
  - The soft character of the ruler often leads to the harsh fall of the state!
  Margarita, finishing off, whistling and sending crows on their heads, finishing off the last fascists, added:
  -With chicken brains and the character of a chicken, it will become like a pork chop!
  
  ROMMEL IN 1959 - SUPER!
  An aged, grey-haired Rommel examines a map of the fronts. September 2, 1959. And the war is still going on, and Moscow has not been taken. Stalin is gone, and formally the main chairman of the State Defense Committee is Molotov. But he is only the first among equals. Stalin's posts are divided, and the Supreme Commander-in-Chief is Zhukov. And it is against him that Rommel is fighting. Although there is also the Minister of Defense Vasilevsky. And the party is headed by Nikita Khrushchev. And the head of government is Malenkov. There is also the Chairman of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet, the USSR, and the formal head of state Bulgarin.
  Yes, a motley company has gathered against Rommel. And it must be broken. But the USSR is not giving in. And the Third Reich is exhausted, as is Russia.
  But peace cannot be concluded. Rommel wants territorial gains. The Soviet government stubbornly insists on the zero option.
  The US is in crisis now, and is not particularly involved in anything. And Britain is bogged down in colonial wars. So there is no end in sight to the Second World War.
  And she is already in her twenty-first year.
  Certain hopes were associated with the Leopard family. But this tank did not justify itself. Another option was the development of the RE-50 tank. The essence of the new idea was to create a pyramidal vehicle, practically impenetrable from any angle. This could have been a good find. It was with the pyramidal RE family that Rommel associated his hopes for victory over the USSR.
  But for now, old tanks are still fighting.
  But they have some good fighters.
  The crew of Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, Magda - four girls, first tried themselves on the T-3 during the attack on Poland in 1939. The German machine was still weak at that time. The girls mostly shot at the infantry, and used three machine guns.
  Gerda, shooting at the Poles and mowing down their infantry and cavalry, cooed:
  - I am a warrior with a thousand devils in my head!
  As she fired, Charlotte noted:
  - This is all interesting, but...
  Gerda threw a grenade at the Poles with her bare foot and squealed:
  - But what?
  The red-haired beast replied:
  - But now we have become witches, and what does this give us?
  Gerda, a blonde girl, mowed down the Poles with a burst and logically answered:
  - Now they won't kill us so easily!
  Christina also fired at the Poles with a machine gun and noted:
  - Will we preserve eternal youth?
  Magda, driving the car confidently, answered:
  - Of course yes! I checked! I inflicted a wound on myself, and it disappeared without a trace!
  Gerda, cutting down the Poles willingly, confirmed:
  - That's it, that's it! We are no longer just people, but have become superhumans!
  Charlotte, cutting down the Poles, squealed:
  - I'm superman!
  And again she threw a deadly grenade with her bare foot. But the girl got carried away and was clearly not joking anymore.
  Christina, cutting off the Poles, noted:
  - Homeland is very good!
  And the bare toes of the beautiful golden-red-haired girl launched a lemon.
  Magda also fired a burst, cut down the Poles and squeaked:
  - I'm a typical champion!
  And with his bare foot he also throws a deadly and all-destroying grenade.
  The Four fought bravely in Poland and even took Warsaw. But that was not enough.
  After France, Gerda and Charlotte went to Africa to join Rommel's corps.
  A company of girls from the special SS battalion "Tigress-Barracudas" flew on a Me-323 transport plane to Tunisia. The warrior girls were all hand-picked, young and not yet married. Mostly tall, athletic blondes, the cream of the German nation, its blood and juice.
  Two girls, a honey blonde and a fiery redhead, stand out among the other warriors, who, by the way, are also worthy of the podium with their beauty and seriousness in their gaze. If all the other warriors were from among the relatively experienced fighters who had managed to smell gunpowder in France and the Balkans. But not so much that too much, due to the transience of military actions and unwillingness to send the girls into the very hell.
  They had already fought, these two were very young, almost girls in appearance, the very last to replace those killed during the air raid. Of course, they were also trained with all the German pedantry, but they were still so innocent in appearance, they had barely turned sixteen. Real roses, thrown in the desert. But at the same time, they had already been fighting for almost two years.
  The fiery red "barracuda tigress" asked her blonde friend:
  - There are many blacks in the British army. They are very rude and cruel, and imagine Gerd, what will happen if you are captured and torture begins?
  The honey blonde answered calmly:
  - I will try not to be captured, Charlotte, but if such is the will of the Lord, I will not give anything to the enemies!
  Red-haired Charlotte whispered:
  - There are rumors that a big war will soon begin in the east with Russia. And troops are already being pulled up, concentrating their forces. It's not for nothing that so many infantry were called up into the army, the girls say that there are almost no men left in the villages!
  Gerda agreed with a sigh:
  - Yes, that would be terrible! To wage war with the Russians: cruel and fanatical, with their endless expanses and harsh winters... That would be something terrible!
  The redhead objected:
  - The Russians couldn't defeat even the tiny Finnish army, but we smashed the enemy's largest forces! All of Europe is under us, and Rommel is crushing the English in Africa. Why do you think you'll lose?
  Gerda answered reluctantly:
  - The Russians have a large population and endless expanses. They will swallow up too many troops! And if we don't manage to take the capital of Russia before winter, then our soldiers will simply freeze, and the equipment will break down and get stuck in snowdrifts, it will be simply awful!
  Charlotte shook her head vigorously.
  - Oh, don't talk about such nasty things, let's sing a romance instead. About love...
  Gerda, smiling innocently, agreed:
  - Of course, the best thing is to sing!
  The "Tigress-Barracuda" girls sang with their clear, crystal voices:
  Pearly, trembling hairstyle,
  My chest is worried and trembling!
  I am a girl like a timid birch tree,
  I'm afraid to move or breathe!
    
  And what does the fresh wind whisper in your ear?
  The sand crunches under bare feet...
  And there is no one happier than me on the planet,
  When I walk with you into the forest!
    
  Reveal to me, my beloved, a great secret,
  How you managed to bewitch the heart!
  But your face is so sad?
  A fine thread of wrinkles ran across his forehead!
    
  The young man answers me with longing;
  The war will separate you from me for a long time!
  To find us a place in the depths of paradise,
  Satan must be cast into hell!
    
  The slender birch tree nodded in response,
  You are more than just a dear friend to me!
  Although the outcome of the battle may be tearful,
  But with us is God Jesus the shepherd!
    
  Let us dispel the demons of hell - the evil shadows,
  May the groves blossom with greenery!
  Stroke my tanned knees,
  Hug me tighter, my dear!
    
  And he answered as if to a maiden in jest,
  He said under the ringing of spreading branches;
  - And will you wait for me for a year, my dove?
  The temptation of hot cranes is strong!
    
  In response I told him so sternly,
  - I won't stand at the machine as a civilian!
  And I like the military road,
  I want to fight, to defeat the evil ones!
    
  I came to the point and cut down the branches and braids,
  They gave me a new machine gun with a disk!
  Though the grass weeps like pearls of dew,
  Why innocence - became like a soldier!
    
  Because my homeland is dearer to me than anything else,
  The Fatherland burns in the soul above the stars!
  It's not the same feeling as being a lord on the bed,
  And to spend the night with a rifle in a hut!
    
  Victory will come, I firmly believe in it,
  After all, our cause is always right!
  Well, smile more joyfully, guys,
  Believe me, a good fate awaits us!
  The whole clan sang along with them, and the girls shook their heads and clapped their hands. But then their idyll was interrupted, a siren wailed and English planes appeared in the sky! Spitfires tried to attack the supply caravan. ME-109s from the escort convoy bravely rushed towards them. Fiery-red Charlotte even jumped up with joy:
  - Here it is, the battle in the air begins! It will be cool!
  Gerda excitedly confirmed:
  - Now ours will give them a hard time!
  There were eighteen English Spitfires and fifteen German Messerschmitts, not much difference. Machine guns and aircraft cannons started firing. Charlotte laughed and pointed her finger:
  - Look how our guys are threshing them! It's beautiful!
  Gerda said philosophically:
  - In a fight, it is not the strongest who will win, but the one who is mean enough to provoke it and not get involved himself!
  - War is a competition where everyone is disqualified before the start! - Charlotte supported.
  One of the English Spitfires had already caught fire and was falling, followed by the German one... The battle began to flare up with even greater ferocity. The English planes had machine guns, and the Germans had cannons, some had one 20-millimeter gun, others had three 20-millimeter guns, but there were only two such machines... The speed characteristics and maneuverability are almost the same, perhaps even the ME-109 is lighter and makes turns faster. But the English are not so simple, so three of their fighters rushed towards the transport, not paying attention to the cover fire. The girls inside screamed:
  - Come on, guys, don't let us through! Fire with forced fire!
  Charlotte squealed:
  - Fourr! Fourr!
  The Me-323 is a huge transport capable of carrying up to 200 troops, it has six machine guns of defensive armament. They are arranged in a "hedgehog" system and start firing... The fighters fire, and large-caliber bullets pierce the skin and pierce the coating. The warrior girls jump back, squealing like pigs:
  - The lion cubs are underdeveloped.
  One of the girls is hit and is convulsing. A female doctor runs up to her and immediately states:
  - It pierced right through! - And he bandages her. - She calms down and tries to hold back her groans.
  But then the Messerschmitt comes up behind the English fighter, precise shots and it catches fire and falls. The girls roar:
  - Great! This is our guy!
  At that moment, the machine gunner covering the fuselage (and he is a man) falls, pierced by a bullet through and through. Gerda rushes like lightning, clings to the wire and falls, her boots fly off. The young girl, flashing her bare, pink heels in a couple of jumps over the downed bodies, runs up to the machine gun and presses the trigger. Lead spews out of the barrel and the Spitfire loses control, begins to fall into a tailspin.
  The wolf girls squeal with delight and chant:
  - Goal! Goal! Germany vs. Britain, two to zero!
  Gerda, however, did not manage to shoot down the second fighter, it was destroyed by German pilots. Air battles are fleeting, and having lost more than half of their fighters, the British fled. The score was 11 to 3 in favor of the Germans. The girls exclaimed in response, so joyfully and shook each other's hands. They also praised Gerda, who did not lose her head and recorded the first downed plane, her victim, to her credit! The girl blushed from great excitement and muttered:
  - I didn't even remember myself! Was it something like that? Completely unthinkable! I was like in a trance...
  Charlotte muttered with a displeased grin:
  - But I can't forgive myself for delaying. I just took it upon myself to slow down!
  Company Commander Madeleine consoled Charlotte:
  - There are still so many battles ahead! Here it is, Africa!
  Charlotte giggled and quipped:
  - Little children, for nothing in the world, don't go for a walk in Africa! In Africa there are sharks, in Africa there are gorillas, and in Africa there are big crocodiles! But the Great Reich told us - don't worry!
  All the girls laughed in unison. How cool it was...
  The capital of Tunisia, also has a name, Tunis it is the main base of the Nazis in Africa. Germany's main ally: Mussolini entered the Second World War only on June 17, five days before the capitulation of France. He wanted to "defeat", or rather kick, the already defeated enemy in order to obtain considerable territorial gains. Well, and in the event of Germany's failure, to open a second southern front against the Third Reich himself! The Italian army acted, not very successfully and despite the overwhelming numerical superiority, was able to advance only a few kilometers at the cost of huge losses. But Mussolini did not enter the war very successfully. Later, the Italians fought extremely unsuccessfully. They were beaten in Greece, despite their numerical superiority, in Ethiopia, having almost five times more forces than the British, and in Libya, having lost almost all the territory with oil wells that had already begun to be developed. But Rommel, a young general who had joined the Nazi party before Hitler came to power, launched a powerful counterattack on the British. Moreover, he began the offensive even before the transfer of the main forces, having only ten tanks and fifty trucks disguised as tanks. With a swift attack, the best British general, Calencor, was captured, and almost all of Libya returned to Nazi control. However, the well-fortified fortress of Tolbuk, so ineptly surrendered by the Italians, is still holding out! Rommel has only two hundred tanks, all T-1 and T-2, that is, light, and another two hundred Italian ones are generally machine-gun tankettes weighing 2.7 tons. Of course, with such forces, it is difficult to fight the Matildas: having frontal armor of 78 - millimeters and 70-millimeter "Cromwells". While the front temporarily stabilizes, both sides are accumulating forces ...
  The SS company landed at the airport and immediately the hot African air blew on them. It was summer, June and Africa! The girls, however, tried to hold on and not show that they were hot. And then Madeleine ordered:
  - Let's make a forced march through the desert! And at the same time we'll test sunscreens, you'll jump in bathing suits!
  The girls frowned with displeasure: they were being experimented on again. Although of course, in such heat, a bathing suit is much nicer than a uniform, and even bulletproof vests, which they might also force you to wear.
  The girls quickly changed into their desert-colored bathing suits and began to smear themselves with protective cream, which, by the way, should also help them get a tan faster. Gerda helped Charlotte smear herself, and Charlotte helped Gerda. The redhead noted:
  - This is what Tunisia is like, slums on the outskirts, only in the center there are fifty stone houses and a dozen mosques. I read fairy tales and expected to see magnificent palaces with fountains and gardens among the Arabs!
  Gerda replied with a sigh:
  - Alas, if only our world were like a fairy tale! Alas, our world is merciless, unfair, treacherous! The flesh groans and suffers in agony!
  Charlotte continued:
  - But the man is smart, famous for his progress! Even though it seems that God has forgotten him!
  Left in their bathing suits and having rinsed themselves in cool water before applying cream, the beautiful girls felt some relief. If it was not so hot in the plane itself, then it was just hell in the airport and the city. True, other tigress-barracudas had already managed to fight in Greece, where it is warm even in April, but still not as warm as in Africa in the summer.
  After the shower the girls were in leather slippers, but Madeleine ordered:
  - Take another cream and lubricate the soles well! You will be making a forced march across the desert barefoot! What are you blinking about - you understand, so get to work.
  The girls smeared their graceful feet, bare, girlish legs, without much enthusiasm. After all, the sand of the Sahara is almost a red-hot frying pan. True, here it is still close to the coast, and often there are overgrown meadows. But to run with bare soles on stones, gravel, sand, which was heated by the African Sun? This is generally wildness!
  However, the girls are not such sissies, the elite training program includes forced marches for girls from the German Women's Union, often barefoot, and over rough terrain. So, the warriors do not argue! In general, the fascist Germany has a character for various experiments. Hitler is an ardent admirer of Nietzsche's theory of the superman, or man of the future. He must be stronger, faster, smarter and crueler than modern people. A true German soldier must be: strong, fast, seasoned - because he is an Aryan! But the Aryan women who give birth to strong men must themselves be strong women, and strength must be nurtured! Therefore, the most well-prepared girls are intensively trained, tempered, and nurtured! And so their kind, genetically gifted beauties, must undergo extreme hardening in the African deserts: to prove that an Aryan man and woman can handle all trials, and not just the barrier that they cannot overcome - an invincible and brave soldier of the Third Reich!
  And so the company, leaving the military town, runs along the narrow, rocky roads of Tunisia.
  The bare girls' heels are pricked by the black, sharp pebbles of the road, and it burns cruelly. But the lubricant does soften the burns a little, and when you run fast, it doesn't burn so much, although the sun has passed noon and the temperature is at its maximum. However, the grimy Arab children are getting smaller, with black heels, without any cream, and they don't even wrinkle. Apparently they have calluses on their soles. The Arab men look at the almost naked girls in bathing suits, and with developed muscular bodies; their mouths are open, and the women quickly move to the sides, wrapping themselves even more tightly in black burqas.
  And the girls are running; holding machine guns on their shoulders and each one carrying a backpack with supplies and grenades. And that's about twenty kilograms in total... Even if you consider that the girls were physically strong and have been training in Spartan conditions for several years, that's still weight, especially if the heat is over fifty degrees in the shade, and you have to cover a marathon distance.
  Gerda runs, trying to breathe as correctly as possible, so that her strength would last longer. Although she did not live that long, her last eight years were spent in a special school for the children of the genetic elite. But this does not mean that they lived in comfortable conditions. On the contrary, getting up at five in the morning, pouring an ice-cold shower, hard exercise, an hour-long run and then a couple of hours of work. Then study, before lunch, more training, including combat sparring. Military training, study, training, until ten o'clock, after which lights out. True, they fed well, but they did not give meat, vegetables, fruits, fish, confectionery and sweets, only on the Fuhrer's birthday, Christmas and May 1. There is practically no free time, everything is strictly regulated ... They were trained to be people of the future, who were supposed to rule the Earth. Himmler himself, the head of the SS, kept such a program under control.
  Here the girls interrupted their memories... Now they are in a Leopard-100 tank, shelling Soviet positions. And of course, barefoot and in just a bikini - that's how witches fight, who haven't aged at all in twenty years, and are still young and fresh as spring daisies.
  This is a special machine - with a rocket launcher and a long-barreled anti-tank gun.
  Gerda fired and squealed:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Charlotte pressed the joystick buttons with her bare feet. She destroyed another Soviet T-54 tank, they are still in production.
  Then she screeched:
  - Glory to Rommel!
  Christina, also fighting in Leopard 100, pressed the buttons with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Magda, firing from machine guns, noted:
  - And glory to us, the barracuda girls!
  Yes, they were warriors of the coolest aerobatics.
  Gerda pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes again, smashed the Soviet weapon (bad witch girl, even if she was pretty!), and yelped:
  - I'll kill everyone!
  And again, as if it had happened yesterday, memories flashed before her;
  A distance of fifty or even a little more kilometers had already been covered, a colossal load in such heat and with a load, for such little girls. Gerda and Charlotte no longer felt their bodies, they ran like sleepwalkers, feeling something tearing their muscles, and a dull pain in their heads. But now the command follows:
  - Take a step! That's enough for the first time!
  The girls slow down and walk at a fast pace. Their heels start to itch even more. Gerda whispered to Charlotte:
  - From hell to purgatory!
  The friend did not agree:
  - From purgatory to heaven!
  The rocky ground ended and the girls' bare, exhausted feet stepped onto the soft, emerald grass. Gerda exclaimed:
  - And how blissful it is, after the torture of prickly stones and the burning sands of the desert, to walk as if on a natural velvet carpet!
  This time Charlotte readily agreed:
  - Of course, it really is paradise! After such a tough forced march! But I think it will be even harder.
  When the girls finally came out onto the platform, Madeleine stopped them and ordered them to lie on their backs. She roughly felt the feet of the first ten warriors and said with obvious satisfaction:
  - Charming! And the skin is not peeling, and there are no blisters on the soles. And even the heels are not dusty, they remain pink, as if you just got out of the bath! - Tall Madeleine paused, and with the speed of lightning, she threw a dagger. The blade flashed like a sunbeam fluffed from a mirror by a schoolboy, and the tip pinned a large, black scorpion. The SS officer's voice became rougher, and the beautiful features of the girl's face became harsher. - Tomorrow we will run from morning till night. What are you making faces about - are you Aryans or not? If so, then we must endure, those who fall, we will shoot on the spot! On the first, second, count off.
  Then there was sleep, and then awakening, and again you run.
  Gerda woke up, jumping up abruptly, the girls quickly lined up. They washed, brushed their teeth and again lubricated themselves with protective creams with a forced march through the desert. So they, barefoot in only bathing suits, rushed through the sandy hell.
  The Arab children pointed at them in surprise and whistled:
  - Deutsche Akbar!
  Gerda looked back and gazed longingly at the receding palm trees, after which she whispered to Charlotte:
  - Back in hell!
  The red-haired diva replied with a smile:
  - All people are sinners, and hell is the natural state of sinners!
  Gerda winked back:
  - A person cannot help but sin!
  Charlotte nodded her fiery hair and began to explain as she ran:
  - I agree! I agree a thousand times! In general, sin is a relative and purely human concept. For example, if we take the morality of the ancient world, then in it, what was good was what was good for both the person himself and his tribe-clan. For example, adultery was considered a good thing, not a sin!
  Gerda readily agreed:
  - True! The Fuhrer himself believes that it is better for a woman to become pregnant from a war hero than from her own, far from always valiant, husband. Especially if the husband also has signs of harmful, impure blood.
  Madeleine shouted at the girls:
  - Save your breath, girls, this time we'll run until we drop!
  Gerda smiled back:
  - You can get tired, but you can't become exhausted.
  The girls ran for half an hour in silence, and then Charlotte whispered:
  -Do you know what a strange dream I had, girlfriend?
  Gerda was surprised:
  - Yes, I admit it to me too! Why?
  Charlotte, grinning, replied:
  - Nothing! It was like a dream, as if I was a warrior in the army of the great barbarian Attila. And we fought with the warriors of Ancient Rome. And everything was so beautiful and cruel at the same time...
  Gerda giggled in response:
  - You know, I dreamed exactly that too! It was even a kind of amazing coincidence. I saw you in my dream!
  Charlotte winked back:
  - And I you! You fought well, although the narrow-eyed and yellow-faced warrior almost killed you!
  This time Gerda was seriously surprised:
  - It can't be! It's not possible for two people to see the same dream at the same time?
  Charlotte objected:
  - If the flu is a collective illness, then the dream can be the same. It's just a matter of course! I heard that in the Thule society there are special mediums who take a potion and breathe in herbal infusions, and then immerse themselves in visions! And they are quite successful in being prophets!
  Gerda jumped over the cobblestone and agreed:
  - Of course! In principle, the gift of prophecy does not require supernatural powers, there may simply be quite material and as yet unsolved physical laws in nature. But what is this dream for?
  Charlotte shrugged and replied:
  - I don't know! Maybe it means that the Third Reich will defeat Britain and the US, which stands behind Leo, or... We can guess for a long time!
  Gerda wanted to say something, when suddenly her ear caught the still audible noise of engines. Despite the distance, it was obvious that the engines of the planes were making noise, and that they were getting significantly closer... Madeleine commanded:
  - What about stage two of the exercise: camouflage?
  The girls stopped, pulled out camouflage raincoats from their backpacks, painted to match the desert color. Then they began to dig in quickly, while it was not noticeable from above, which was unnatural. Here Gerda thanked fate that they had both weapons and entrenching shovels. Otherwise, the girls in the desert could have become easy prey for British attack aircraft or dive bombers. Charlotte, scraping the sand with her bare foot, said:
  - It looks like we'll have to smell gunpowder, even in Tunisia... The Lord works in mysterious ways!
  Gerda objected with a sly look:
  - Lack of precise knowledge is always bad, with one exception, when it comes to the plans of the Almighty!
  
  ROMMEL WENT ON A RAGE
  Rommel was given extraordinary powers and great autonomy in France before the Allied landings in June 1944. This allowed him to skillfully manage fifty-eight German divisions, including ten tank and five SS divisions.
  And the allies were brutally defeated, losing more than a million soldiers and officers as prisoners alone. Plus, the Nazis captured a large mass of equipment.
  But the most important thing is that Hitler and his entourage arrived in France to celebrate the greatest victory. Here they were, as if "accidentally", covered by an Allied air strike. Hitler, Himmler, Bormann and Goering were killed. And Goebbels hastened to swear allegiance to the new Fuhrer and Supreme Commander-in-Chief Rommel.
  The Allies quickly agreed to declare a five-year armistice with the Third Reich, freezing the situation and territories for now, and also leaving southern Italy and Sicily.
  After which there followed an exchange of prisoners of war - all for all! Which significantly strengthened the German and especially the Italian troops.
  True, on the eastern front, the Red Army carried out a successful operation "Bagration", breaking through to the Neman. But Rommel, having delivered an unexpected blow on the southern flank, in the opposite directions from Moldova and Western Ukraine, formed a large cauldron there from the Soviet armies.
  Stalin got nervous and began to throw troops to the south. As a result, the Germans were able to avoid complete defeat and held on to the borders of Poland. Although the Red Army was able to liberate almost all of Belarus and part of Lithuania.
  The production of tanks and aircraft in the Third Reich increased steadily, especially after the Allied bombing ceased.
  And the "Panther" still surpassed the T-34-85 in frontal armor and armor-piercing, as well as the rate of fire of the gun. The "Panther" also had more ammunition reserves and more accurate optics.
  So the German tanks were strong and their numbers were growing. And the "Panther" became a serious problem, especially since its numbers had increased sharply. And the "Jagdpanther" turned out to be even more formidable, it was simpler to produce, but more powerfully armed and better protected, especially in the front.
  "Jagdpanther" became a big problem for the Red Army. In general, having untied in the West, the Germans hastily gathered forces. Rommel put both the French and the Poles under arms. The Polish army appeared, and French units.
  And the Germans had the best machine gun in the world, the MP-44, and the TA-152 aircraft became the best multi-purpose weapon. Much more advanced than the Focke-Wulf.
  Rommel promised to revive the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. And this inspired the Poles to fight for the Wehrmacht. And the French fought, using their enormous potential, primarily human. The fascists were also able to keep Romania and Hungary under their control and strengthen Mussolini's position in Italy - forming new divisions.
  The battles showed that if used skillfully, the Tiger-2 is not a bad tank at all. In particular, it is very durable and can hit from a long distance.
  The Germans stabilized the front in the fall. And in the winter the battles resumed with new force. This time the Red Army attacked in the center. The E-10 and E-25 self-propelled guns and the first Soviet SU-100 were tested in the battles. The Soviet machine was not bad, and the German small low-silhouette machines were quite effective and mobile.
  Rommel cut off the Soviet troops that had broken through with a flank attack and created a couple of large cauldrons. In general, the new commander of the Third Reich guessed the Soviet maneuvers and managed to take effective countermeasures.
  Moreover, the roads in Poland were better, and German tanks even in winter operated more effectively than in the vast expanses of the USSR. And the Fritzes now had a lot of them.
  The Fritz's jet aircraft also had an effect. The ME-262s were tough machines, while the HE-162s were the fastest and most maneuverable. And the Soviet planes couldn't even catch up with the Arado bomber. That was also a problem. And in the south, the Germans repelled the Soviet offensive, forming pockets.
  Rommel lured the Red Army into traps, and used a large number of tanks, and the Panther, which was quite effective if used correctly.
  Stalin roared with rage, but found himself beaten. The Germans mobilized their forces. And instead of producing useless missiles like the V-2, they relied on jet aircraft. And now the Red Army was getting it both in the sky and on land.
  In May 1945, using a more advanced modification of the E-25 self-propelled gun, with a frontal armor thickness of 120 mm and a side armor thickness of 82 mm with an 88 mm gun, the Germans began an offensive in Ukraine.
  Rommel pursued a more flexible occupation policy, declaring Ukraine an independent state under the protection of the Third Reich and encouraging Banderovites. A puppet government was also created in Belarus. The Germans now called the Slavs Aryans and were cunning.
  The situation for the Red Army was aggravated by the cessation of Lend-Lease supplies and crop failure in the USSR. And Stalin kept interfering in the command of the troops, and this had a negative effect.
  If Stalin already had a good grasp of strategic issues, he was weak in operational ones, and practically did not understand tactics. But at the same time, he did not really want to listen to the advice of professionals.
  And the Germans, under the command of the brilliant commander Rommel, won one victory after another.
  The Fritzes captured the whole of Right-Bank Ukraine and Kyiv in the summer. And Belarus was also captured in a powerful blow. Something had to be done to save the USSR!
  And here she is, Sailor Moon, with her barefoot, bikini-clad crew.
  And the girls from the Japanese anime met the fascists, who, having defeated the Red Army in Belarus, were already moving towards Smolensk.
  The girls found themselves at the very forefront of the attack and fought very desperately.
  Their bare feet threw grenades, and lightning flew out of their navels. And their swords, lengthening, cut down fascist planes. And then the warriors of Ceylon Moon just started whistling. Downed crows rained down on the Nazis. And some of the feathered birds fell on fascist jet vultures. And she went and shot them down.
  Ceylon Moon bared her teeth aggressively:
  - Why, Fritzes, is Smolensk not given to you?
  Another blue girl cooed:
  - And we will also remind you of Stalingrad!
  The third yellow girl squeaked:
  - And Sevastopol!
  And the fourth one barked:
  - And Leningrad too!
  And the whole battalion of barefoot beauties in bikinis will release lightning from their navels. And will strike the mass of fascists to death.
  It seemed that with such power, the victory of the Red Army was inevitable. But...
  A demon from a Japanese anime appeared to the girls and said:
  - And the Russians don"t want to give you the Kuril Islands!
  The warriors from Japan cried out in disappointment:
  - How come they don't want to crush the islands? It turns out they're deceiving us!
  And flashing their bare, round heels, they disappeared from the front.
  But they had already managed to inflict significant damage on the fascists and stopped the offensive.
  In winter, the Germans only defended themselves. They had a very successful HE-162 and in the sky, they held on tightly. On land, the E-25 self-propelled gun more or less provided protection. Like other tanks. The Tiger-2 was modernized, receiving a more powerful engine of 1000 horsepower, and an improved transmission.
  The Soviet T-54 vehicles were not ready yet, and the IS-4 had a lot of imperfections. And this had a negative impact on the combat capability of the Red Army.
  In the spring of 1946, the Nazis tried to attack. But their troops got bogged down in the developed Soviet defense. The war increasingly began to resemble the First World War, when the defense is stronger than the attack, and the front line is slow-moving. In the summer, the Germans also tried to advance, but without success. And in the fall and winter, the Red Army was already advancing, and also got bogged down in the dense German defense. Moreover, the Fritzes had already adapted to fighting in the winter, and their equipment did not "float" so much in the cold. And the tank of the "E"-50 series proved itself to be a successful and quite effective machine.
  True, the vehicle weighed almost 65 tons, but this was compensated by a powerful engine, as well as a very effective 88-millimeter gun in the 100EL, armor-piercing, accurate, rapid-fire.
  The T-54 had not yet entered production, and the Germans still had the advantage in terms of equipment quality. And in the air, their advantage was growing.
  Huffman received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds after four hundred downed aircraft. After the five hundredth aircraft, the Order of the German Eagle with Diamonds.
  The year 1947 was spent in mutual attacks. Rommel acted cautiously, tried to accumulate strength, and Stalin. And here, finally, is the year 1948. The Red Army tried to attack in the spring. But it could not break through the dense German defense in the center. In the fall, the Germans carried out only a small operation, leveling the front in the north.
  Forty-nine year, mainly Soviet troops tried to attack. The Germans sat in tight defense. The Red Army already had T-54 in series, as well as IS-7, and MIG-15. The Germans had more advanced ME-362, and HE-262, and ME-2010, as well as TA-283.
  There was an exchange of blows. The E-50 became more advanced. Its weight was reduced to fifty tons, its height was also reduced, and the protection of the turret front was strengthened. The E-75 was also compacted and its weight was reduced to a satisfactory level and entered production.
  The E-100 never went into production, as its heavy weight created too many problems for the military.
  The Germans held the front line, and now it's 1950 of this damned war.
  Rommel offered Stalin peace. But of course demanding that the Third Reich be left with the lands that the Germans had already conquered. Stalin agreed to peace only within the 1941 borders. But Rommel could not agree to this. Because it turned out that millions of Germans had died in vain.
  The year 1950 was spent in attempts by the Red Army to break through the front. The Germans sat in a tight defense.
  Rommel had some hopes for the flying discs. They took off in 1945, but were unfit for combat use. But in 1951, the first machines appeared with a speed of four times the speed of sound, and thanks to the laminar flow, they were practically invulnerable to small arms.
  In 1951, the Red Army continued to advance on the fascists. But its attempts were ineffective. The front line remained stable.
  Rommel, however, received information about the use of flying discs. They could not be shot down, but they themselves did not fire, and could only ram air targets. Which, however, given their speed, is not bad in itself. But they could not give air superiority over the MIG-15.
  Disc-shaped aircraft were expensive and difficult to produce, and there were few of them.
  The year 1952 passed in an exchange of blows, and when the Red Army tried to press, but it did not succeed, the Fritzes' defense was so strong.
  Moreover, the Germans used foreigners in the war. And they commanded them quite skillfully.
  In March 1953, Stalin died. And this immediately caused discord in the party leadership, since there was no official successor.
  And the posts had to be divided. So Molotov became Chairman of the State Defense Committee, Malenkov Chairman of the Council of Ministers, Nikita Khrushchev First Secretary of the CPSU Central Committee, his permanent deputy Zhukov Supreme Commander-in-Chief, and Vasilevsky Minister of Defense.
  Beria was soon arrested and shot.
  But this arrest also caused some confusion in the internal troops. And Rommel dealt a crushing blow, undermining the Red Army.
  The Germans could have captured Smolensk in 1953, and the territory up to Rzhev, the Soviet troops held the city itself. The Fritzes also managed to block Leningrad again, and in the south to capture Ukraine and Crimea, blocking Sevastopol, and reaching the Don itself. It was along the Don that the Soviet troops stopped the fascists.
  In winter, the Germans were completely exhausted. Chairman of the State Defense Committee Molotov announced that the war would go on to the end.
  In 1954, Rommel's army advanced on Moscow, but all attempts by the Fritzes to break through were repelled.
  They also failed to take Leningrad by storm.
  In 1955, the fascists were on the offensive again. They tried to take Stalingrad, but were beaten there and retreated beyond the Don. The attempt to take Moscow also failed. The offensive on Leningrad was also unsuccessful. The fascists suffered very heavy losses.
  And in 1956, the Third Reich went on the defensive again. And the Red Army tried to attack Rommel's regiments. But it also lacked strength. The losses were also huge. And in 1956, the front line did not move.
  In 1957, the Germans got new tanks "Leopard", and the USSR in the T-55 series. This machine had a more powerful gun of 107-millimeter caliber. The more advanced IS-12 also appeared. The IS-10 was modernized.
  The German "Leopard" was a more advanced machine of the new generation, but still unfinished. The ME-562 fighters also appeared. With more powerful armament than the previous ones and high speed. Just like the light HE-462. Also a very decent fighter, and light. In the USSR, they were still following the path of modernization of the MIG-15, without removing the most mass-produced Soviet aircraft in the history of aviation from serial production. The war was dragging on.
  Here it is already 1958... It's horrible how much human suffering continues.
  Rommel generally agrees to peace, but with the retention of everything the Germans have conquered. Molotov and his team do not agree with this.
  The scythe met the stone. And the losses are growing.
  The Red Army tries to advance, but cannot break through the dense defense. In autumn, the Germans try to take Leningrad again, but their attacks are repelled.
  Here is already 1959 rushing like a wolf. Yes, time flows in drops during war, but it passes unnoticed and there is nothing to remember. Rommel has already grown old. And Molotov is not old, as is the Soviet leadership. But the war is still going on.
  The Red Army still uses the MIG-15, but continues to modernize it. More advanced missile and anti-aircraft systems have appeared. And most importantly, they have already managed to launch a satellite into near-earth orbit. The USSR already has ballistic missiles capable of hitting Berlin. However, so do the Germans.
  The atomic bomb was not developed because the US did not believe in its reality and did not want to waste money.
  But the Third Reich and the USSR had no time for such expensive projects.
  This is already the case in 1959, and the world still has no nuclear weapons. Britain is bogged down in colonial wars, desperately trying to preserve its empire, and in the US, oil and gas monopolies are holding back the development of nuclear energy.
  That's how it happened that the world is still without an atomic bomb. Although perhaps its appearance could have ended this damned, hellish war. In which many tens of millions of people have already died.
  On other fronts, the US and Britain fought Japan. In 1946, the US landed troops in the Land of the Rising Sun, but the samurai threw them into the sea.
  Japan continued to be bombed and bombed. But it refused to capitulate.
  In 1950, the United States landed troops again, this time better prepared and using a much larger number of ships, aircraft and other forces.
  Japan resisted for another year and a half. Tokyo was one of the last to fall, and the emperor committed hara-kiri. But even after that, there was no peace. The Japanese staged a real guerrilla war against the American occupiers.
  All this weakened America and Britain and they did not interfere in the war between the USSR and the Third Reich. Rommel still has the resources of all of Europe. And taking into account the territories occupied in Russia, he has much more human resources. True, there is a fierce partisan war against the fascists. And even a more cunning and flexible policy in the occupied territories does not help the Fritzes to gain a foothold there and suppress the partisans.
  On September 1, 1959, exactly twenty years passed since the beginning of the Second World War. The Red Army was advancing in the Leningrad direction. The Germans were trying to take Moscow once again.
  How much longer can we fight? This is simply a nightmare.
  In any case, a battalion of Soviet girls is sitting in a trench. And repelling another attack by the Wehrmacht.
  Natasha Sokolovskaya shoots from an AK machine gun and says with annoyance:
  - Well, how long will these locusts continue to attack?
  Zoya logically responds by firing a grenade launcher and breaking the tracks of a German vehicle:
  - Probably until the last soldier!
  Augustina, while shooting at the fascists, noted:
  - Such a nightmare cannot last forever!
  And the red-haired girl threw a very deadly grenade with her bare foot, tearing the fascists into small pieces. After which she noted with a smile:
  - No, we really have to kill them all!
  Svetlana also launched a deadly grenade with her bare, chiseled foot. She tore the Fritzes apart and noted:
  - Maybe we can beat them... If we don't die ourselves!
  Four warriors fight in bikinis. They look like young and very beautiful girls. But they are already quite old. They have been fighting since 1941, and they are already thoroughly fed up with this war. And before that, they had already fought in Spain. They were also awarded there.
  And now for so many years - more than eighteen years they have been waging an unequal struggle with fascism. And it seems that there will never be an end to this.
  Natasha remembered how, as a girl during the First World War, she carried a package to a battalion of the Tsarist army.
  It seems that her bare feet are already accustomed to everything. But you walk fifty miles a day and your calves ache, and the soles, although calloused, begin to itch and sting.
  And you're hungry, too. Just water from a stream and berries. But in the summer it's still okay. But try walking barefoot in the snow for a long time. When your toes turn red and blue from the cold. And only constant movement and the habit of hardening yourself from infancy saves you from frostbite.
  Natasha also remembered the tsarist times. There was something good about them. In particular, the tsarist ruble was a stable currency and prices under the blessed Tsar Nicholas II did not grow. At least, until the war with the Germans. And this stability helped the peasants save money for this or that purchase. And you could also buy almost everything on credit. So it is not a fact that things became so good under Soviet power.
  Augustina threw the lethal gift of death with her bare foot. She tore apart a mass of Germans and their hired soldiers and said with annoyance:
  - All murders and murders! But the soul demands something else!
  Augustina also took part in the defense of Port Arthur. That's the kind of fighting girl she is. And an eternal girl. To preserve their youth, witches do not wear shoes in any, even the most severe frost. And this is their universal rule.
  And when you are barefoot, neither a bullet nor old age can touch you. And you yourself thresh your opponents like sheaves of grain.
  She remembered that battle with the Japanese. Still a girl, almost a child, shooting, pointing a rifle at the samurai with her thin but strong hands.
  And the Japanese keep climbing and climbing, filling all approaches with corpses. Boreiko is a good guy. He chopped up the samurai with sabres from both hands, like the legendary Ilya Muromets.
  A whole mountain of corpses grew around him. The Japanese wounded him with bayonets and knocked him down. But Boreiko survived. After returning from captivity, he fought with the Germans in the First World War. And then the bear's tracks are lost. Now, if he is alive, he is already very old. And the years do not take Avgustina. To this day, she looks like a muscular and tall girl. And even having received a wound, her skin heals without scars or any traces.
  Augustine remembered how she had stabbed a Japanese man in the stomach with a bayonet. And he had screamed so loudly. And she, red-haired and young, but already strong and quite tall, had stabbed a samurai in the chin with her bare heel. He had fallen, and had fallen so badly that the Japanese bayonet had pierced his back.
  Augustina shot at the Japanese then, without missing. But there were too many of them. And they overpowered the Russians.
  Augustina was even captured. They began to interrogate her. They brought a brazier to her bare feet, after having first smeared her calloused soles with oil.
  Augustine managed to hold back her screams. She imagined herself as the Maid of Orleans, who only laughed and smiled under torture. Augustine was hung on the rack and beaten with a whip. But she only laughed in response.
  In the end, the samurai left her alone and even removed her chain as a sign of respect for her courage. And Augustine took advantage of this and killed two guards and escaped.
  Then she fought in Kuropatkin's army. She really hoped for victory.
  But Kuropatkin, as if on purpose, wanted to lose. The samurai lost twice as many killed as the tsarist army, but in the end the Russians suffered defeat. Alas, what a war it was - the Russians fought bravely, showing themselves to be the best soldiers in the world, under the worst command!
  Augustina threw a grenade at the fascists again with her bare toes and roared:
  - May luck be with us!
  Zoya squealed:
  - Know how to fight back!
  The girl with golden hair also threw a lemon with her graceful, bare foot, purring:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Zoya had also seen a lot. She had fought in many places. She had fought against the Japanese and in the civil war. She had met Avgustina there. And she had learned a lot. Natasha and Svetlana had joined them there. That was how the legendary four appeared. And the Red Army, largely thanks to them, began to win.
  Zoya threw a grenade with her bare foot again. It hit the Leopard, who collided with his colleague.
  The girl with golden hair chirped:
  - May my Motherland be in great glory!
  And she stuck her tongue out at the Fritzes. In general, Zoya was amazed by how many problems Russia had. And it all started with the war when Japan attacked Russia.
  After which Rus' was in a storm. Zoya did not get to Port Arthur, but fought in Kuropatkin's army. In the first major battle, the Russians repelled all Japanese attacks and inflicted heavy losses on them. But then the samurai began to outflank the tsar's army, and Kuropatkin retreated.
  But how can we not recall Alexander Suvorov, who himself attacked the enemy. Suvorov considered attack stronger than defense. Kuropatkin turned out to be inadequate for command. And Zoya showed courage, and personally killed the Japanese with a rifle and stabbed with a bayonet.
  But she was able to kill especially many samurai with a machine gun. That was so cool. And she mowed them down like a scythe.
  Zoya threw a grenade again with her bare, graceful foot and sang:
  - Glory to my Motherland! A mother loves her children!
  Svetlana is the oldest of them. A natural blonde with snow-white hair. She took part in the Crimean War and defended Sevastopol. That was so long ago!
  Then she was still almost a girl, barefoot in a torn dress, fighting against superior enemy forces. Svetlana was the first of the four to become a witch. And this helped her greatly in battle. The English, French, and Turks were storming. And she shot at them with a primitive rifle and hit. And then she stabbed with bayonets. And killed enemies. And with her bare toes she threw homemade bombs. In that war, the Russians were able to hold Sevastopol for almost a whole year and wore out the allies so much that they stopped the war.
  But Russia then ceded the Danube Delta. And for the first time in a long time, it found itself on the losing side.
  And then Alaska was sold. Svetlana felt like the end of the world was coming.
  But then the years passed. The Russians defeated the Turks and took back the Danube Delta. Svetlana fought again, a gorgeous, barefoot blonde. And it's good to be a witch - neither bullets, nor old age, nor illnesses can take you. And you win playfully. And you just flutter on wings.
  Svetlana threw the grenade again with her bare foot and roared:
  - There will be new centuries,
  Our will is stronger than steel...
  They tore the fool apart,
  Glory to Comrade Stalin!
  But now Stalin is gone. The most important one is Molotov. Although he is not such a dictator as Stalin. And the supreme commander is Zhukov. And Rommel is still a military leader. But he is not yet able to break through the Red Army!
  Natasha also threw a deadly grenade with her bare foot and chirped:
  - We will give our soul and heart to our holy Fatherland! We will stand firm and win, and we will not spare our lives!
  The warriors fight. No, today Rommel's hordes will not break through their defense. They will fight desperately and win. And great Rus' will be glorified.
  Zoya chirped, throwing a lemon with her bare toes:
  - Bright sun of hope,
  Once again the sky rises over the country...
  Rus' wins as before,
  Beats the Wehrmacht hawks!
  Natasha wittily noted:
  - You are, as always, a beautiful girl with golden hair!
  Zoya sighed heavily. She remembered how she went on reconnaissance against the Japanese. And grabbed a machine gun. And started beating the samurai with it.
  They mowed them down in a wild frenzy. She killed many then. And was still captured.
  Her girlfriend was hoisted onto the rack, and her heels were cauterized with a red-hot iron. But Zoya held on bravely and did not moan or scream. And even the wire, white from the heat, on her back did not make her speak.
  After the torture, Zoya was shackled and taken to Tokyo. But the warrior managed to escape. She told the officer that she supposedly knew where Kuropatkin, retreating, hid the Russian army treasury. Well, he bought it. So that he wouldn"t share it with anyone, he led Zoya in handcuffs and on a chain into the forest. The girl is not so simple. She caught the moment, hit the officer in the chin with her bare, round heel and chopped it off. Then she took the keys and opened the handcuffs, and ran away.
  Greed never leads to anything good, and Zoya continued to kill the Japanese.
  But now the fascists are clearly exhausted. The four witch girls have made them much rarer. They have destroyed so many tanks. And then they started knocking down stormtroopers too.
  The girls sang in chorus:
  - Russian eagle over the planet,
  Spreading its wings, it will take off...
  Well, and the insidious enemy,
  Will be defeated, broken!
  
  HITLER DID NOT ATTACK IN 1941.
  Rommel received not one tank division, but four, and two motorized. The Germans, not bound by Hitler's plans to fight the USSR, suppressed the British air base in Malta. And therefore they could supply their group without any problems. And Yugoslavia and Greece were defeated even faster than in real history. The Fritzes also captured the island of Crete, also with fewer losses than in real history, so they prepared the operation more carefully and used more aviation during the assault on Crete. Thus, a completely convincing victory was won.
  Rommel's offensive was even more successful. The Germans left Tolbuk surrounded and continued their offensive on Egypt, where the British were unable to oppose them. Rommel had four times more forces than in real history and active air support. Britain, in comparison with real history, could add almost nothing, since its communications were too stretched.
  And Rommel's genius is obvious! Having defeated the British in Egypt, the Germans entered Iraq, where an anti-British uprising broke out, and entered the Middle East. Rommel's successes in Egypt also influenced Franco. The Spanish dictator allowed the German troops to reach Gibraltar. The assault lasted two days and ended with the fall of the fortress.
  At the same time, the Germans transferred significant forces to Equatorial Africa. And Germany strengthened its submarine fleet. America did not risk imposing sanctions against Japan and, fearing a possible conflict with Germany, made concessions: it reduced aid to Britain and unfroze German assets.
  It became obvious that the Americans were trying at any cost to avoid a war on two fronts with Japan and the Third Reich. The situation in Britain itself became more complicated. The positions of the peace party, which criticized Churchill for not making a treaty with Germany in July 1940, when the empire would not have suffered territorial losses, became stronger. And now?
  Hitler launched an offensive in Africa, moving along the Nile to Sudan, and through French possessions further into South Africa. At the same time, the Fritzes, having received a lot of resources, intensified the air offensive against Britain.
  By May 1942: Germany had conquered virtually all of Britain's African possessions and entered South Africa. And Madagascar fell in June 1942.
  Britain itself found itself under the pressure of bombing. The Germans, using the large workforce in the captured territories, sharply increased the production of bombers and attack aircraft. The highlight of the technology was the Do-217 and Ju-188. They literally knocked the blood out of Britain. The US gradually reduced aid, and was already flirting with the Germans.
  In August 1942, the Germans landed in Britain. The fighting lasted about three weeks and ended with the capitulation of the largest empire. Thus, the first stage of the Second World War ended. But this was not enough for the Fuhrer. The Germans wanted to crush the USSR.
  For this purpose, a whole set of tanks appeared: "Panther", "Tiger", "Lion" and "Maus". They were produced by all of Europe captured by the Fuhrer, and almost all of Africa, except for the possessions of Italy, Portugal and Spain. And a significant part of Asia - including India, which ended up under the Germans. So the Fritzes produced many thousands of tanks.
  But Stalin also managed to form and staff twenty new tank corps by the summer of 1943, producing for this purpose: sixteen and a half thousand of the newest KV and T-34 tanks. In addition, the USSR prepared a powerful air fleet! In two years, the USSR produced about twenty thousand tanks, of which fifteen thousand were the newest, and increased the number of tank fleet to forty-five thousand, formed one hundred and twenty mechanized divisions. The number of aviation reached fifty thousand - including the newest aircraft.
  True, the Germans had the Ju-288, ME-309, which were superior to the Soviets in combat qualities. The USSR also had tanks: KV-4, and KV-5 weighing over a hundred tons. Thus, there was something to meet the menagerie with.
  But the fascists had a huge army, having recruited foreign divisions and colonial troops for it. In addition, the Fuhrer mobilized satellites: in particular, in addition to those that were in real history, Spain, Portugal, Turkey, and Sweden also openly entered the war with the USSR. The latter country, thus, bought its sovereignty. There was no longer a single country in Europe that was not occupied by the fascists or that had not become their satellite.
  The Fritzes also occupied Switzerland.
  And in the SS they created many foreign divisions. And in the regular units of the Wehrmacht they recruited Hiwis from foreigners. In the German army itself they called up almost all men. In addition, polygamy was introduced by law in the Third Reich - in order to assimilate the captured territories faster.
  The Wehrmacht's strength was increased to six hundred divisions, and twenty million soldiers and officers, half of whom were foreigners.
  The USSR, after mobilization, deployed twelve million soldiers and officers. But the threat of a Japanese attack remained real. Four million samurai were stationed in Manchuria, ready to avenge Khalkhin Gol.
  In addition, the satellites sent about two million soldiers to the first echelon. Thus, the Wehrmacht allocated almost fifteen million soldiers, two million satellites, for the war with the USSR. Soviet Russia in its European part countered them with eight million. Not counting the troops in the Far East and internal districts.
  Thus, Hitler had a double superiority over Stalin in infantry, with greater mobility of forces.
  But in tanks there was approximate parity. Moreover, in the newest ones, the advantage is even on Stalin's side, since the "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions", "Mauses" have only recently entered serial production. True, the German T-4, the most common tank, after modernization was not bad and even surpassed the most common new tank of the USSR T-34 in armor-piercing gun, not inferior in frontal armor. And the "Panther" was superior to both the KV-1 and T-34, but was inferior to the KV-3 in a tank battle and, of course, to heavier Soviet tanks. The German tank "Lion" had guns superior to the Soviet Keveshkas, with an initial projectile velocity of 1000 meters per second, and the frontal armor of the German tank is somewhat thinner than that of the KV-4, but thicker than the KV-3 and approximately equal to the KV-5. "Maus" is the heaviest and most protected German tank, it had strong frontal and side armor, but poor driving characteristics and had two guns, like the Soviet KV-4 and KV-5, surpassing them in weight. But "Maus" is not very widespread, only recently having been released into production tank.
  The Third Reich developed in aviation: seventy thousand aircraft against fifty thousand Soviet ones. The Germans had more combat experience, and there were already a lot of new aircraft. The ME-309 surpasses Soviet machines in armament and speed. The Ju-288 surpasses the PE-8 in flight characteristics, with approximately the same bomb load. And the unrivaled Ju-488 is on the way.
  And artillery, too, both sides have a lot of guns. But the USSR has rocket launch systems. An alternative to them is German gas throwers and rocket platforms. In addition, the Germans have succeeded in developing ballistic missiles. But this is still an imperfect weapon in military terms.
  In general, the Germans have an advantage in artillery, but not too much. But they have a lot of large-caliber guns. Both armies are saturated with machine guns. The new German MP-44 submachine gun is probably the best in the world, but it only recently entered service with the army. Other submachine guns are sometimes worse, sometimes better than the Soviet ones. The Mauser rifle shoots more accurately than the Mosin, but is worse in hand-to-hand combat.
  The level of equipment of cars and motorcycles among Germans is about four times higher than the Soviet one. So here they have the advantage too.
  The quality of the troops? Well, the Fritzes will have more combat experience - they have captured half the world. However, foreign troops are, of course, worse than the German ones. And their large number reduces the quality of the army. Naturally, the satellites have worse military forces. Only the Finns and Hungarians show a decent level. The rest will be lower, including the Italians, Romanians and Turks.
  It is true that the Japanese are not bad and are very resilient warriors, despite the weakness of their tank fleet.
  The calculation of forces shows that the Germans and their gang are stronger than the USSR. If we compare it with the reality of 1941, Stalin became stronger, but almost did not increase his population and did not conquer foreign territories. Hitler also became stronger, and most importantly, he completely untied his hands and conquered a lot of foreign territories. So the fascists used the two years of the war delay more effectively and were able to increase their numbers. If Stalin had four times more tanks in 1941, with the qualitative superiority of the newest ones, and similar indicators of the outdated ones, then in 1943 they were already equal. And approximately similar indicators in quality, with the presence of impenetrable "Mauses". In aviation, Stalin also had four times more planes. True, the percentage of new machines among the Fritzes is much higher and their quality was probably better. Now the Germans have come out ahead in numbers, but what about quality? It is difficult to count here, but the newest German machines are stronger than the Soviet ones, the rest are close in their parameters. Plus, the Fritzes have jet aircraft on the way.
  In 1941, the Germans had thirty percent more infantry. But that's because Stalin didn't declare mobilization, and taking into account the satellite troops, the Germans even had one and a half times more. Now, even taking into account the mobilization of the Red Army, the USSR has two times fewer forces. The Germans had an advantage in mobility last time, they have it now, and at the very least it hasn't diminished.
  In artillery and mortars, the USSR had approximately a two-fold advantage, with a difficult to calculate qualitative component. Now, perhaps, the Wehrmacht has a little more barrels. But again, it is difficult to calculate the qualitative characteristics.
  But in any case, here too the balance of power changed in favor of the Fritzes. Thus, Hitler was able to extract more benefit from the two years of delay.
  True, there is a small nuance: the Red Army is better prepared to repel an attack from the Fritzes and a surprise attack will not work. And many defensive lines on the border of the USSR have already been completed.
  But it must be said that they were built too close to the border. And this is a significant drawback. But the Russian army is mobilized and ready for battle.
  This gives some advantages compared to 1941. The war began on June 22, 1943. Why on this date? Because it was the day of France's capitulation, and therefore a lucky date. At least, the Fuhrer believed it. The Germans went on the offensive across the entire area and the battle began to rage.
  The Soviet troops were positioned on the salients, but Stalin did not dare to launch a preemptive strike against the fascists. Instead, the Soviet troops got bogged down in battle. Initially, the Fritzes were able to penetrate the defensive lines of the Soviet troops. In addition, a tactical miscalculation played a role: the Red generals did not expect the enemy to attack immediately and with all their forces. And they believed, based on the experience of the First World War, that border, tactical skirmishes would occur first.
  But the enemy immediately threw all its reserves and forces into the battle. And the Fritzes managed to break through the defense. In the first days, the Lvov and Belostotsky pockets were formed. However, the Red Army resisted stubbornly and heroically. Minsk fell three days later than in 1941. But gradually the Nazis advanced more and more. The battles were raging terribly. But both the lack of experience among many commanders and the insufficient combat training in defensive conditions had an effect. The enemy was actually even stronger than before, and the Soviet generals were not psychologically prepared for such a war.
  But try to change your mentality. Especially under the totalitarian Stalinist system.
  The Fritzes advanced and took, encircling city after city. Japan was hesitating whether to enter the war or not. But the Bushido code demanded to strike quickly, so as not to earn a reputation for scavengers.
  The Turkish troops also posed a great danger, as they, together with the Germans, immediately captured Batumi and surrounded Yerevan. And German bombers set fire to oil wells in Baku. And the Soviet army began to have fuel shortages.
  After a month and a half of fighting, the Nazis entered Smolensk and entered the battle for Kyiv. Then Hitler ordered the troops to be deployed to the south to cut off the Ukrainian group. The Germans closed the cauldron in Kyiv, as in real history. And on September 1, having overcome hesitation, Japan entered the battle.
  It became even more difficult to fight back.
  The Nazis launched an offensive on Moscow in October. But the weather conditions - mud and snow prevented them from taking the city straight away. But the Red Army was also unable to launch a counteroffensive. Too much force had been spent on the previous battles. Leningrad was completely blockaded. And it was almost impossible to hold the city.
  The fascists also advanced in the south: they captured Kharkov, Voroshilovgrad and Kursk. In Crimea, Sevastopol was blockaded. An almost catastrophic situation developed. The Japanese, in turn, practically surrounded Vladivostok and blocked the supply of Soviet goods to the US markets.
  Winter came, and the menagerie temporarily fell silent. The Germans had nowhere to rush. And the Soviet troops launched counteroffensives several times in different places, but achieved no significant success anywhere. In May 1944, the Fritzes began an offensive again, both on Moscow and the Caucasus. They mobilized new African divisions and, regardless of losses, advanced in different directions.
  It was very difficult to hold the position. Japan and Thailand were pressing from the east, there was a catastrophic lack of reserves to fight back from all sides.
  In addition, the Americans wanted to take part in the war. Roosevelt had resigned by this time due to health reasons, and the new US president was already eyeing Siberia.
  In any case, the Americans sold the Japanese M4 Shermans with more powerful guns, and allowed them to strengthen their tank fleet. Stubborn battles for Moscow continued for four months. Finally, at the end of September, the Germans completed the encirclement of the Soviet capital. By this time, the Nazis had also reached the Caspian Sea, the Volga, Astrakhan, and were drawn into the battle for Stalingrad. Stalin's city itself was holding out for now, but... The Caucasus was cut off from Soviet troops by land. And its situation was close to catastrophic.
    
  After encircling Moscow, Stalin moved his headquarters to Kuibyshev. But the distance to the front line was still small. New German TA-400 and Ju-488 aircraft literally drilled the skies over Russia. In response, the USSR developed Yak-3 and La-7 fighters, but the fascists had already launched jet aircraft into production, which Soviet propeller-driven aircraft could not cope with. Moscow, having found itself encircled, stubbornly resisted.
  At first, the Germans did not storm the city, counting on the garrison's quick capitulation. But Moscow, despite the hunger and cold, was not going to surrender, and Leningrad also showed fortitude. The Germans bombed these cities, fired at them, and gradually tightened the neck of the noose. In December 1944, having accumulated his strength, Stalin tried to unclench the neck and break through a corridor to Moscow. The first Soviet T-44 tanks took part in the battles, which were not inferior to the "Panthers". True, the Germans already had "Panthers"-2 in serial production, and the "Lion"-2 appeared with a denser layout and lighter.
  The Red Army managed to advance a hundred kilometers toward Moscow, but stopped. German jet aviation was already pressing it too much. Then the Germans restored the front line and took Stalingrad in January. In February 1945, after fierce battles and terrible famine, the remnants of the Leningrad garrison capitulated. Moscow found itself in a hopeless situation. At the end of March, the Germans began an offensive on Kuibyshev.
  In April, the third capital of the USSR fell, and Stalin himself was forced to move to Sverdlovsk. In May, after fierce battles, the capital of Russia, Moscow, was taken. The fascists celebrated their victory. But it was still too early. Stalin declared:
  - Russians don't give up!
  And he declared that he would fight until the complete victory over fascism. In June, the Germans took Kazan, and in July, Orenburg. The Nazi offensive continued. The Red Army did not completely lose its fighting spirit, but the number of those who surrendered was constantly growing. More and more generals changed. In September of 1945, Sverdlovsk fell. Stalin evacuated to Novosibirsk. And from there he tried to organize resistance.
  Despite all the difficulties, the IS-4 tank, the last Soviet vehicle, entered serial production in 1946. In the winter, the Germans did not risk going to Siberia, and the Red Army partially restored its combat capability.
  In addition to the IS-4, the first, albeit not very successful, T-54 machines appeared. But jet aviation lagged behind. And the Germans already had disc-shaped aircraft in service. Which not only had high flight characteristics, but were also practically invulnerable to small arms.
  In addition, Soviet tanks were now confronted by German vehicles from the "E" series. These new generation tanks had outstanding characteristics. The most common was the German E-50 with a one thousand five hundred horsepower gas turbine engine. The newest vehicle had a 105 mm cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL, and a rate of fire of ten rounds per minute. The tank weighed 65 tons, and the frontal armor was 250 mm. The German gun was superior to the IS-4 in armor-piercing and rate of fire, but was inferior in the size of the projectile. The frontal armor was approximately the same, but the German tank had a higher level of rational plate inclination.
  The battles also showed that the Germans had better running qualities and that the Fritzes' steel was stronger.
  But the IS-4 was also the peak of Soviet tank building. Few T-54 tanks were produced, and they did not have a significant impact on the course of battles.
  In the summer, after fierce battles, the fascists captured Novorossiysk and joined forces with the Japanese. Stalin and his entourage hid in the forests. But Beria, not wanting to expose himself, poisoned the Supreme Commander-in-Chief and declared capitulation. This happened on November 7, 1946. Thus ended the Great Patriotic War and a short pause began in the Second World War.
  Beria received from Hitler the status of a viceroy in a truncated autonomy. And the Third Reich and Japan divided the Eastern Hemisphere between themselves, taking Australia along with them. The USA also seized some lands in Siberia.
  But the situation remained extremely tense. America remained the strongest economic power, although the Third Reich had outstripped it. But in the USA in August of 1947, an atomic bomb was tested. Nuclear weapons appeared somewhat later, due to the fact that America had not entered the war for a long time, and the financing of the atomic project was clearly insufficient. A month earlier, an atomic test had also taken place in the Third Reich. Hitler, having seen the destructive power of this weapon, decided: we must crush the nuclear USA before it is too late!
  Otherwise, any war would be impossible. And in September 1947, Germany, together with Japan, began an offensive against America.
  First, the offensive went through Chukotka, then to Alaska. And the battles began. The Germans used the newest pyramidal tank, with two crew members and weighing sixty-eight tons. Such a machine is practically invulnerable to fire at the front - three hundred millimeters of armor at a large rational slope, and at the side and stern - two hundred and fifty millimeters also at a pyramidal slope. This is how the machine turned out to be impenetrable by American guns from all angles. It is clear that the 90-millimeter weapons of the Pershing and even the newest Paton are powerless against such armor. And the US did not have better calibers yet.
  So the Germans got a vehicle that was invulnerable to anti-tank weapons. Which could only be penetrated by very large caliber guns, and even then with a high probability of ricochet.
  And the accuracy of large-sized guns is low. Which is, of course, a big minus. So the Germans launched into production a very dangerous machine, nicknamed the imperial tiger.
  The Americans were also inferior to the Fritzes in aviation, since their jet planes had poor maneuverability and appeared recently in small series. How could they stand up to the German armadas? And propeller planes were no competitors to the Third Reich at all!
  The US fleet is large, but Germany and Japan also have impressive fleets, especially submarines. And the main thing is that German submarines are a couple of orders of magnitude better than American ones. Both in armament and in performance.
  But the most dangerous are the flying discs. Machines capable of ramming both aircraft and fleets. Real gods of war. And it is extremely difficult to resist them. More precisely, it is impossible.
  Nevertheless, the battles dragged on. To advance through Alaska meant to stretch communications to the limit. And to complicate the supply of troops. Nevertheless, Alaska was occupied in three months. Then the offensive began in Canada. 1948 passed in an exchange of blows. The Germans advanced to the US border, but encountered stubborn resistance. The Americans showed themselves to be good warriors, and with a large number of Paton tanks.
  In addition, at the end of 1948, a new heavy American tank, the Lincoln, appeared with a more powerful 120-millimeter cannon and an initial projectile velocity of 1,050 meters per second. Such a cannon could penetrate a German tank at close range if the shell hit at a favorable angle and did not ricochet. The Germans, however, had a tank called the Royal Lion, weighing a hundred tons and with armor thickness of four hundred millimeters and a 128-millimeter cannon, the 100 EL or 210-millimeter, which could wipe everyone off the face of the earth.
  This machine was a development of the E-100. Disc-planes were becoming more and more active. Their speed reached ten sonic speeds, which is already equal to three and a half kilometers per second. Not every crew can withstand such a load.
  The Germans had gained air supremacy. The Americans had nothing to counter them with. True, a new tank, the Washington, came out in the US at the beginning of 1949. The vehicle weighed two hundred tons and was armed with a 155-millimeter antitank gun. But its enormous weight and poor performance made it of little practical use.
  More dangerous was the atomic bomb. But the Nazis captured Iceland almost immediately, and the USA could not reach German territory. In addition, the German jet fighters ME-362 and ME-1010 and TA-283 and "Gotha" were superior to the American models by an order of magnitude in all respects.
  And the flying discs were a completely different level of armament. And, of course, there was nothing to counter the Germans with in terms of quality. By mid-1949, the Germans and Japanese had captured more than half of the US territory and all of Canada. The Americans, however, dropped atomic bombs several times, but received a counterattack from Germany. After which both sides tacitly concluded an agreement: not to exchange nuclear strikes.
  But the United States still found itself on the brink of disaster. In July 1949, Philadelphia fell. The Germans approached Washington and New York. In these circumstances, common sense prevailed. And on August 6, 1949, America capitulated. Thus, finally, the Second World War ended.
  The hegemony of the Third Reich, as well as Japan and the German satellite countries, was established in the world.
  The empire turned out to be motley, there were many local puppet governments. It was a kind of federation. But the peace turned out to be fragile. Hitler had immeasurable appetites. And on April 20, 1953, fascist Germany dealt a crushing blow to Japan, using nuclear weapons en masse.
  This already smelled like lawlessness. But Hitler betrayed his main ally. And like a bandit, he stabbed him in the back. He wanted absolute power over the world. And his hands were itching. So a new war began. Germany, however, was much stronger, but the Japanese empire was also quite vast. So the fighting dragged on for another four months. And this, however, is not so much.
  Japan was defeated. All other countries of the world were forced to join a single currency zone and agree to the project of integration according to Hitler. That is, having given up sovereignty and currency, but retaining some kind of self-government.
  This is how a single world empire was created. When the slogan was put forward - one planet, one state. True, Hitler still received punishment. His plane crashed on May 9, 1956, and at the age of sixty-seven, the Fuhrer's reign was interrupted. It turned out to be glorious, and bloody. In the entire history of mankind, there has never been such a villain.
  The only tyrant who managed to ensure the creation of the Third Reich empire on a planet-wide scale.
  The Fuhrer even managed to establish a new religion, where the swastika dominated instead of the cross, produce several hundred offspring through artificial insemination, and legalize polygamy.
  Germany had time to spread out and grow stronger. But, of course, it had suffered significant damage. Hermann Goering was supposed to be the Fuhrer's successor. But drug abuse undermined the health of the Nazi and he was written off.
  Another possible figure was Himmler. The power of the head of the SS was extremely great. But this was precisely what frightened Hitler, so the official successor was the relatively little-known Wolf Stefan, who replaced the disgraced Bormann.
  But it was precisely Wolf Stefan's lack of fame that made this candidate appear weak. And the coup d'état occurred as a result of which Himmler seized power.
  The head of the SS formally remained regent, and power was supposed to be received by one of Hitler's sons. But since the successor was not determined, Himmler managed to usurp real power.
  And a wave of terror unleashed by the head of the secret police swept the world. However, not everything is so clear-cut. Back in 1950, the first man flew into space. And in 1960, people found themselves on the Moon. Moreover, the expansion into space was expanding. In 1971, astronauts found themselves on Mars. Thus, a new space era began, of humanity under strict control.
  
  NINJA VS USA AND RUSSIA
  . CHAPTER #1
  After the defeat of the US base in Australia, the ninjas became more active. America faced phenomenal fighters, who had nothing to oppose. Both heavy bombers and aircraft carriers are powerless against an army of invisible supermen. This is a big problem that the States and Britain faced. The Fire Tiger, together with a rude fighter, attacked the US base in Peru Harbor. Together with him, the invincible female fighter, Azumi, participated in the attack. Charming, red-haired Japanese woman. Azumi is very beautiful, with broad shoulders, high breasts, strong hips. Her legs are always bare in heat and cold, but very beautiful, chiseled and graceful. Her toes are long and tenacious.
  Azumi loves to use her bare feet to throw discs. A scary woman, a fiery tigress - and passionate in bed. Ninja girls are traditionally barefoot, trained from infancy and no less dangerous than men.
  The Americans felt it right away. When imitating dolphins, the ninja painted underwater. They used special explosives for mining aircraft carriers and battleships, which are a thousand times more powerful than TNT. Swimming up to the very belly of the ship, they became a small walnut-sized ball with a magnet.
  Ninjas swim almost silently. They are impossible to detect underwater. Elusive shadows. Then they plant explosives of enormous power, but compact.
  And then comes the attack on the base. The sentries are taken down in a split second. Elusive, sharply sharpened disks fly. And they cut throats and necks. American soldiers die without even having time to scream. Then again the flight of the invisible. The girls throw games with their bare toes. Their feet are unusually nimble.
  The base is attacked from all sides. Planes explode, a huge, seething flame flares up. And the entire area is instantly engulfed in it. Hundreds of cars begin to explode at the same time. As if a giant firework had gone off. And at the same time, the ignition in the carburetor engines went off.
  And everything hisses, seethes, explodes at once... Fiery geysers fly high into the sky. You can hear the peals of devilish thunder... Everything instantly, somehow, mixes up at once. And the earth seems to leave its orbit, and a new sun appears. But not a peaceful one, but a military one, and hellish. People burn, cars blaze, and explode. And ninja girls throw peas of explosives far away with their bare toes of graceful feet. But this is truly a demonic effect. And explosions are heard, there is a pandemonium. Several planes still managed to break away from the concrete runway, but they crashed onto the surface, and began to tear. Full of death, pain and destruction.
  Thousands of American and British soldiers died in the very first minutes of the battle. And the skirmish itself resembled not a battle, but total extermination. Death and ashes rained down on the American positions...
  Cruisers and battleships were also torn apart, aircraft carriers were split in half. Total, absolutely merciless death was also playing on the sea. It incinerated and ground into powder everyone who fell into its hot embrace.
  Hot, red tongues licked the planes, melted metal, absolutely everything burned. Even stone...
  The ninjas created a real, fiery whirlwind, or rather not a whirlwind, but a hurricane! Or even a tornado. Which leaves behind only charred skeletons and ashes.
  Azumi is a very beautiful woman, but deadly. She throws needles with her bare fingers, and strikes down Japan's enemies. Who can resist a ninja?
  And when cruisers and battleships explode, steel and titanium split. The Fire Tiger is pleased. Everything is going according to his plan. Here comes the mown down line of American soldiers.
  Azumi supports her partner. And sows death.
  At the same time, the young woman notes:
  - The Russians gave the Germans a real thrashing at Stalingrad. If we don't help, our allies will lose!
  The beauty threw three needles with her bare foot, they pierced the necks of nine US soldiers trying to escape from the hell. On the surface of the ocean, American sailors were desperately trying to avoid being sucked into the whirlpool.
  The ninjas finished them off by slashing with two swords at once and throwing discs. Japanese women were very active: slender and strong. And they used bare feet for shooting.
  Yamato answered confidently:
  - We will strike at Russia too! Khalkhin Gol will be avenged!
  And the super ninja waved his hand through the air, a tsunami wave passed. It rose like a hurricane whirlwind, and swallowed the sailors floundering on the surface with its greedy mouth.
  A B-29 bomber circled over the ninja. Azumi took the bowstring of a miniature crossbow and pulled it with her bare feet. She released the dangerous explosive. The machine literally exploded... The fragments flew like gas tanks with explosives. And several fighters were shot down. Azumi giggled, rubbed her bare, graceful foot on the grass and cooed:
  - I am a great girl and super!
  The fire tiger took and hissed:
  - Really super! We'll crush these Russians, just like the Americans!
  Azumi giggled and bared her fangs...
  The Ninjas finished off the last planes and moved off the island. The remaining bases must be destroyed. The Americans will remember this day for a long time. They will regret that they imposed an oil blockade against the Land of the Rising Sun, which forced the Japanese to fight. And it suddenly turned out that although Japan is ten times inferior to America in economy, it has such a wonderful special forces, which has nothing to oppose!
  The Ninjas attacked another carrier force. They flew in on drones and dropped small but deadly bombs from the air. Gifts from hell that flew into the ships' chimneys and furnaces.
  And they blew up all the vessels in a row. The destruction was happening at a hurricane pace. And the sinking of the aircraft carrier group covered by cruisers and battleships. And they were showered with hellish peas of death. Which pierced the armor, tore the metal.
  Fires raged over the sea, and everything was smoking. Acrid smoke rose into the air and swirled like black cobra rings, emitting poisonous fangs ready to gnaw through the atmosphere.
  And all of this danced, bent, bit into the air... The ninjas released explosives, and leaving the most advanced and modern aircraft carrier undamaged, attacked its crew. Here, katana swords came into play, and the ninja girls threw needles with their bare fingers. And they did it so masterfully that one needle killed three or four people at once.
  The girls attacked and sang:
  - We are not pathetic bugs, super ninjas - we chop off plaques! Obvious talents - dare!
  And they really did move like the crest of a wave. Azumi cut down the admiral with her sword, cutting him into twelve pieces with three swings. Blood splashed abundantly, flooding the deck. Azumi chirped:
  - You'll be in a coffin! I'll chop you up!
  And she hacked another admiral to death. And she bared her teeth. Ninjas weren't afraid of gunfire. Bullets bounced off them. They didn't know weakness, fatigue or pity. They were like birds on wings, or even jet engines.
  Azumi slapped her bare feet, leaving graceful traces on the deck. She was an amazing warrior. But the other girls were great too.
  The aircraft carrier is captured and, having been turned around, is being taken to Japanese ports. Iron is needed there too.
  It is extremely difficult to resist an army of samurai and ninja. They are superhumans. And their onslaught is irresistible.
  And again successes and captures follow. Ninjas behave like elusive sea robbers. Panic in America. There is no way to resist the invisible ones.
  This is such a special forces that both aviation and artillery do not even notice the approach of brave warriors who hang like black clouds and wave swords, throw disks that fly for kilometers and pierce any metal.
  Ninja is not like in the Middle Ages. He has the most modern technology at hand. And he crushes everyone who gets in his way.
  And there is a lull on the Soviet-German front. The Germans are preparing an offensive on the Kursk Bulge. Not the smartest idea, attacking previously fortified positions, with the enemy's numerical superiority. But Germany has little choice.
  The Germans were defeated in Africa and were forced to seek victories on other fronts.
  The successes of the Japanese, however, reduced the intensity of air raids on military-industrial facilities of the Third Reich. This led to an increase in the production of weapons compared to real history. By the Battle of Kursk, the Fritzes had more "Panthers" and "Tigers", as well as aircraft. Which creates a certain problem.
  But still, the Red Army is stronger. Hirohito asks a very reasonable question:
  - Are we going to help Germany's ally?
  Most of the Japanese military spoke out in favor of opening a second front. True, with the participation of ninjas. America lost all of its aircraft carriers and large surface ships. It became impossible to conduct offensive operations in the Pacific Ocean. And Japan's hands were untied. Moreover, the ninjas themselves stole four aircraft carriers without damage. And destroyed a lot of planes. Several large ships were captured. Overall, the campaign was successful.
  Or more precisely, a series of companies. Which were marked by brilliant successes. America left the war. More precisely, it offered a truce, on any terms.
  Japan demanded: to stop bombing the Third Reich, and help the USSR. The USA also had to influence Britain to stop military actions. The British agreed with difficulty. The Allies agreed to a truce with the Third Reich and an exchange of prisoners.
  Hitler again postponed the offensive on the Kursk Bulge. He decided to first gather more forces and tanks from the Western Front. And to strengthen his troops.
  But then, on July 15, Stalin ordered an attack on Orel and Belgorod.
  Meanwhile, the Ninjas also stole American transport with new Sherman tanks. And Azumi, together with the girls, was able to throw out a much more daring operation. She stole three hundred and fifty of the best British Churchill tanks with reinforced armor from English factories and transported them to Germany. The English died under the girls' swords. In addition, the beauties very accurately threw sharp needles with their bare fingers, killing the fighters. And what can I say? The English were shocked.
  The girls from Japan also stole two transports with gasoline. What a great gift for the Third Reich.
  Therefore, the Red Army encountered stubborn resistance from the very beginning.
  In defensive battles, the Ferdinand proved itself to be a practically excellent tank destroyer. As did the Tiger and Panther. The latter vehicle, although it often broke down, was not so significant in defensive battles.
  Azumi, meanwhile, arrived at the front. And personally fought against the Russians in the most dangerous Oryol direction. Here the Soviet thirty-fours went into battle.
  The Japanese woman and her partner took out tiny, barley-grain-sized pieces of explosive. And using their nimble girlish fingers, they began to throw these grains at the tanks. The Soviet vehicles exploded and turned over with a deafening roar.
  Azumi shouted:
  - Banzai!
  Her barefoot partner growled:
  - We will turn the planet into paradise!
  And she threw a tiny grenade... The Soviet vehicles exploded. There was a bang and sparks flew as two T-34s collided in the air. And then the combat kit exploded. And the vehicles scattered like black pearls.
  Azumi again launched a few tiny grains with her chiseled, bare fingers and chirped:
  - I bring death!
  Her bare-legged friend yelped, also throwing deadly gifts:
  - In short - banzai!
  And both beauties burst out laughing. And again with bare feet let's throw these grains with cumulative explosives. And totally destroying everything. Here a dozen of larger KV tanks turned over. And torn tracks, broken rollers started spinning from above. And they roll, breaking apart. At the same time knocking down the Soviet soldiers going into the attack.
  And both ninja girls giggle. Now the sharp little needles come into play, which the barefoot girls throw around with their feet. And the attack of the Soviet troops runs out of steam. The Russian units, having suffered significant losses, stop and freeze.
  And the bare-legged bandits laugh... Grin like panthers!
  . CHAPTER #2
  Azumi, a fiery and muscular ninja girl, together with her right hand Agouti, a blonde warrior, repelled the Russian attack in the most dangerous area. Two ninja beauties burned hundreds of Soviet tanks using their bare, graceful feet. And now they were talking to the young men from the Hitler Youth. They admired the exploits of the Japanese women. It really is super!
  A blond young man with well-defined muscles noted:
  - I've never seen anything like this! Two girls creating such a meat grinder!
  Azumi arched. Both Japanese girls were in bikinis, very muscular and shapely. And what seductive legs they had - balls of muscle rolling under their bronze skin. This is truly the very perfection of the female form and strength.
  Azumi, grinning like a panther, said:
  - We are ninjas and that says it all!
  Another young man, brown-haired, asked cautiously:
  - Why are you so blonde?
  Agouti giggled and replied:
  - And my father was German! Agree, it suits me!
  The boys smiled widely. Azumi bared her teeth even more. The Russians tried to attack the terminator girls from the air. The menacing IL-2s rushed in.
  The girls took the fan's graceful, chiseled legs with their bare fingers. And began to throw special, tiny needles. And the silts literally fell apart in the air. And tore into small pieces. Or flared up, growing fiery feathers.
  Azumi waved her bare, chiseled leg, holding a fan with her fingers, knocked down a cascade of Soviet attack aircraft and giggled:
  - Rule Japan, the seas will be yours!
  Agouti also shook her bare fingers, holding a luxurious fan like a peacock's tail. Tiny needles rained down from there. And it was as if thousands of anti-aircraft guns had fired at the Soviet machines at once. The muds caught fire, like a fiery path in the sky.
  Azumi, this red-haired Japanese beauty, kicked the fan blade with her bare heel and hissed:
  - I'm a cobra!
  Ten Soviet planes exploded at once. Their tails and noses were torn off. Engines exploded, wheels split. And everything burned, as if a thousand candles had lit at once.
  The fair-haired beauty Agouti hisses and waves her bare foot, fanning out tiny arrows, and chirps:
  - I see the sun... And a gentle wind!
  Deadly ninja girls. And charming. They have such gentle faces, like flowers... But their chins are manly. The bikini is so revealing, just a narrow strip on the chest, barely covering the nipples. And thin panties that do not hide the charms. Like seductive Japanese women, and what a sharp relief of muscles they have. You rarely find such a girl. And abs like slabs.
  Despite their outward freshness, the girls are not as young as they look. They are the best ninjas, with colossal experience. And they have passed such tests. Their bare feet ran on the hot lava of an erupting volcano. And left graceful traces of charming limbs.
  The warriors are the perfection of annihilation. At the same time, they serve a black, evil cause, killing Red Army soldiers.
  Girls throw needles with fans. Yaks, fighters of comparatively simple design, explode. And the famous PE-2. The latter machine is rather difficult to control and not all pilots are able to master it.
  And the girls, holding fans with their very beautiful and graceful legs, fan the Soviet planes.
  Azumi smacks her lips and waves her bare, chiseled foot, saying aggressively:
  - I am the true rose of destruction!
  Agouti launched tiny needles soaked in potion from a fan held by such beautiful and chiseled legs. Shining with beauty and devilish temptation. And she says, shooting down Soviet planes like mosquitoes caught in a flamethrower:
  - Japanese ninja - on your knees, savages!
  And the girls, who were already quite old, but their freshness was unfading, sang:
  - I will wipe the enemies of the Fatherland off the face of the earth!
  And now the last Soviet planes are burning in the sky... The attack has been repelled!
  Now the girls are sitting with the boys and having a conversation. Azumi holds out her bare, muscular legs to them and offers:
  - Now give me a massage!
  Agouti supported this idea. The blonde terminator stretched out her graceful, chiseled limbs and chirped:
  - Warm it up! With your hands and more energetically!
  The young men began to knead the girl's muscular and strong body. And this, of course, pleases the beauties.
  But all good things come to an end. Soviet artillery opens fire again. And new tank reserves go into the attack. They throw forces into the battle, because this section of the front is key to breaking through the defense.
  But the ninja girls are on guard as always. And they throw explosives with their bare feet again. And they sing...
  Azumi threw a splinter of super-powerful destroyer and sang:
  - And they go to sea...
  Aguti threw explosives with a charge and a powerful annihilator. She swept away two dozen Soviet tanks, and chirped:
  - The girls are dashing...
  Azumi, continuing to throw with her bare fingers what brings courage, continued to sing:
  - Sea elements!
  Agouti sent out balls the size of a barley grain and, waving her bare feet, chirped:
  - An element from hell!
  Behind the girls, a "Panther" was hiding. The machine was waiting for its target. Its barrel was long and predatory.
  Agouti kicked the explosive with her bare heel and winked at the boys in the tank. She blew up several Soviet vehicles, cooing:
  - This is super!
  Azumi threw out a few barley grains with her bare foot. She blew up the Soviet tanks and hissed:
  - And this is hyper!
  The girls continued to throw deadly and destructive gifts at the enemy. The warriors demonstrated the highest class of annihilation. Ilyushins appeared in the sky again. This most mass-produced aircraft of the Second World War sought to solve military problems.
  But Azumi took the fan in her bare fingers again. She waved it... And the Soviet machines began to tear apart at a great distance. And not only tear apart, but also turn over, collide with each other.
  Barefoot Azumi chirped:
  - We'll sweep everything into the sand!
  Agouti also got excited... She waved her bare feet so energetically that sunbeams started to appear from her bare heels...
  And the Russian pilots got it in the neck.
  The blonde terminator sang:
  - Ninja - top class! To the grave, Soviet crew!
  The warriors were unusually fast and tough.
  Azumi snapped her fingers. And a mirror appeared in her palm. The beauty threw it onto her feet. Her bare fingers held tightly to the handle.
  And how Azumi will release a sparkling bunny. How it will set fire to the steel alloy, and duralumin with wood.
  And the Soviet planes burn... They burn dozens at a time. Their wings and tails are torn off. And some are twisted and twisted into ram's horns.
  And the red-haired devil holds a small but very creepy mirror with her bare toes. And there is no escape from it. And it is capable of literally burning steel and titanium. And crushing and upsetting everything, crushing it into a pancake.
  Azumi happily bares her teeth and lets out sunbeams with the help of her bare feet and says:
  - The highest level of the soul!
  Agouti, who still uses her traditional fan with her naked, seductive legs. But also very effectively burning Soviet planes, coos:
  - Come on, Stalin, dance!
  And the girls are very pleased with their joke and laugh... The Soviet air force suffers huge losses, but desperately tries to break through. However, this does not work against the tiger girls. They are too sparkling, and the coolest of cool beauties. They shoot down all the Soviet machines. One with a mirror, another with a fan.
  Moreover, the mirror held by Azumi"s bare, chiseled, tanned feet is even more effective.
  Soviet pilots are dying. Many of them are very young. There are young men, whose moustaches are just beginning to sprout, and girls. True, there are few of the latter. And they mostly fly the U-2. This machine is especially effective for combat operations at night.
  Soviet cars burn like moths in a torch. And Azumi, shaking her bare leg, roars:
  - I am a ninja and there is no better profession!
  This red-haired witch has many secrets. Her hair is very hot, like a flame. A beautiful girl, and a dangerous seductress. She took part in the Russo-Japanese War. Japan had no chance against Tsarist Russia. The Russians were more numerous and had the experience of many centuries of war.
  And Japan has only recently gone beyond its borders. How could it win?
  But... The ninja factor changed everything... A few barefoot girls unleashed magic on the Russian troops fighting at Mukend. And the superior Tsarist army, already gaining the upper hand over the Japanese, was hit by a barrage of needles.
  Russian soldiers fell, pierced, by the hundreds and thousands. Then Azumi used the magic mirror. From its heat, the gun barrels exploded, and Russian soldiers burned alive. It was a wild, furious fire. Which nothing could cope with or resist. Combat kits detonated. Batteries were destroyed, everything burned almost instantly...
  Ninjas became a real scourge for the Russian army. They won using skills that smelled like magic.
  Then Azumi scared Kuropatkin so much that he even started stuttering. But she didn't kill him. And that was a bit of a treacherous move. The ninja girls themselves also captured the Russian army's treasury - several bags of gold. That was, of course, a pleasant surprise.
  In addition to magic mirrors and fans, the barefoot beauties also worked with swords. They personally hacked to pieces a lot of Russian soldiers. And showed the power of ninjas.
  Then Agouti became famous at sea. She personally killed Admiral Makarov's successor, cutting off his head with her sword. And even tossing it with her bare toes.
  Makarov himself was blown up by her partner and husband, the Fire Tiger. Yes, ninjas have magic and can never age. How other mortals probably envy them.
  The ninjas have fantastic strength. And if they haven't conquered the rest of the world, it's only because they rarely interfere in the lives of mere mortals. But they couldn't help but interfere in the war with Russia. The Russian bear was too huge and strong. Japan was doomed to lose from the start. Especially since the Russians are very skilled in warfare.
  But the superhuman strength of the ninja dramatically changed the balance of power.
  Barefoot warrior girls captured ships from the Russians. They sank their vessels. They inflicted defeats on land. And to take the brilliant victory in Tsushima! And here it was not without Azumi.
  She personally, together with her partners, sank three of the newest Russian battleships. She demonstrated aerobatics.
  Ninjas have such power! Moreover, girls go on missions more often than men. Who can compare with a woman's strength and devilish ability to seduce?
  Now the warriors have burned a lot of Soviet planes. They have split the tanks and taken on the infantry. The Soviet soldiers are running to attack. And from the mirror they are being attacked.
  Azumi licks her lips carnivorously. She is a magnificent devil. And sends with the help of her bare toes - bunnies of annihilation.
  At this point the Japanese woman chirps:
  - We will burn everyone to ashes! Satan is our master!
  After which it emits new deadly flashes that warp the surface and turn Russian soldiers into ashes.
  Agouti also fires aggressively, sending out explosives in a fan. But at the same time, the warrior throws special balls with her bare heel.
  They fly and knock down soldiers by the dozens, breaking their chests and spines.
  The blonde terminator exclaims:
  - A stone at a battleship! That's pretty cool!
  The attack of the Russian troops is choking... Everything is increasingly littered with corpses and broken Soviet equipment.
  . CHAPTER #3.
  The offensive on Orel was stopped in the most dangerous area. But the Soviet troops broke through the front from the outflanking direction. The Germans were doing better in the Belgorod-Kharkov direction. They had more forces there, especially tanks. Mainstein maneuvered skillfully. He used the latest Tigers, Panthers, Ferdinands, which are quite effective in defensive battles. And perhaps superior to Soviet machines. In particular, the Tiger could not be penetrated by T-34s in the front, and its side could be taken from a distance of no more than three hundred meters.
  "Panther" also did not penetrate the front, but took the T-34 from two kilometers. True, being weaker in side armor. "Ferdinand" could generally penetrate Soviet vehicles at a distance of up to four kilometers. And the frontal armor is 200 millimeters.
  In the south, the Nazis held out. But in the Oryol area, they began to give in.
  Ninja girls rushed to intercept the fascists. They were very impudent and cool, these beauties. And when their bare feet began to wave like a fan and send sunbeams like a mirror. And the advancing Soviet tanks got under the needles and rays. The cars were thrown up and overturned. The metal melted. And the beautiful girls: the red-haired and the blonde showed their noses and grinned.
  The warriors acted very energetically. They swung and bared their teeth. And all sorts of small needles flew. Which destroyed the enemy.
  The T-34s are turned over, the wheels are torn off and roll on their own. Some tanks are cut up. And molten metal flows out of them.
  Azumi waves her bare foot with a fan, throws it up. This time it is Agouti who releases sunbeams. And they disintegrate the Russian tanks into pieces.
  Both ninja warriors look so cool and deadly. And almost naked. They thrash Russian tanks. Then the Ilyushins show up. And then they use their heels, launching explosive pellets that shake the air and tear apart Soviet planes. They tear off noses and twist wings.
  The fascists roar, waving their hands:
  - Rusish schwein!
  The ninja girls giggle in response, sending gifts of death with their bare, tanned feet.
  Beautiful warriors, Azumi's hair is so red that it looks like a Nazi flag is fluttering in the wind. And the warriors are beating up Soviet soldiers. And now they've used a new weapon. They've started blowing bubbles using their bare, graceful feet.
  And transparent, sparkling balls came out. They could even burn titanium.
  And they fell upon the Soviet vehicles, blowing them up and destroying them.
  Azumi, this red-haired devil, nicknamed the fire tigress, throwing bubbles with her bare fingers, sang:
  - But to be honest...
  Agouti, using a mirror that her bare feet spun, chirped like a sparrow and said:
  - I defeat everyone without exception!
  Azumi, releasing a dozen bubbles from her bare, chiseled toes that shimmered like mother-of-pearl, said:
  - And we will beat Stalin!
  Agouti sent sunbeams using her bare toes, burning a couple dozen Soviet planes, saying:
  - And this is certainly right!
  Azumi giggled. She jumped up, doing multiple somersaults in the air and blowing bubbles with her bare feet. At the same time, she sang in her booming and at the same time ringing voice:
  - But the emperor will give us an order...
  Agouti screamed at the top of his lungs, releasing bright balls from his bare feet, blinding the Soviet soldiers:
  - Banzai and in the eye!
  Azumi aggressively confirmed, rocks teeth-fangs, and shooting down, Soviet attack aircraft and frontline bombers:
  - Let's play porcupine!
  The warriors continued to joke and throw gifts of death. They are so sparkling that it is impossible to tell in a fairy tale or describe with a pen! And the bodies of the ninja girls are so muscular, their skin is bronze and shines as if oiled.
  Agouti just hissed, threw a few sunbeams, and roared:
  - I'll finish you off with shoe polish...
  Azumi whistled energetically, smearing, waving her bare legs, and sending up bubbles. And she glued together Soviet cars, into balls that burned. And tongues of flame rose high, seemingly ready to lick the stars through the stratosphere.
  Agouti, in turn, sent sunbeams and sang, sparkling with her bare heels:
  - There was a... hovering over the unfortunate planet.
  Azumi continued with great enthusiasm, using her bare, chiseled legs and bubbles:
  - A teeming darkness of star monsters!
  Agouti, whose bare heels sent out mirror reflections, chirped, shooting down Soviet planes and swimming tanks with rays of light:
  - The occupier with his hated axe...
  Azumi, with great enthusiasm, launching bubbles into the air that gave off heat and scorching napalm. And these bubbles shot down Soviet tanks, infantry, and planes, said:
  - Sharpen and chop off the head!
  Agouti, with the enthusiasm of a true ninja, giving out death rays and annihilation erasers with her bare feet, yelped:
  - He is a man, however, not a pawn...
  Azumi, flashing her bare, round, pink heels and blowing bubbles off them, chirped:
  - And we cannot walk under the yoke forever...
  Agouti sang with great enthusiasm, while her sunbeams, reflecting from her bare soles, burned both tanks, and planes, and infantrymen. I made shashlik out of Russian soldiers.
  And the girl sang energetically:
  - Will turn evil enemies into firebrands...
  Azumi, sending out sun glare and bubbles with all the colors of the rainbow with her bare, very graceful soles, chirped in the voice of a female nightingale:
  - Will become the new ruler of the worlds!
  After which both beauties spun in the air and sang:
  Well, what can I say, what can I say?
  That's how ninjas are designed...
  That they love to kill the weak,
  They'll cut you down, just whistle!
  Azumi hissed with great pleasure, multi-colored, ornate, and very deadly bubbles flew off from her bare, round heels. Which shot down planes, and cut everything with great intensity. Like a spawn of the underworld.
  And what beauty and grace the legs of these princesses of hell were distinguished by! Something completely unimaginable. These are the girls about whom they say - they turn all enemies into hell. And if someone does not bow to them, they will remain without a head. After all, this couple distinguished themselves during the Russo-Japanese War. In all four battles with Kuropatkin, the Japanese won exclusively with the help of ninja.
  And these girls showed themselves, with the help of deadly magic. And they started such annihilation that it is impossible to tell in a fairy tale or describe with a pen.
  But the assault on Mount Vysokaya in Port Arthur is especially worthwhile. That's where the girls were able to do what General Nogi's entire army couldn't do. They rushed up the mountain.
  Right there, the two of them, almost naked, in a bikini. And they were surrounded by swirls of balloons. These girls are so cool. Russian bullets flew off the balloons. Machine guns and cannons fell silent. A real, literal rout of the samurai army was underway. And the warriors demonstrated an unbending spirit.
  They reached the trenches and began to chop down Russian soldiers. Their swords kept flashing and striking like lightning. They were such girls that there were no equals to them.
  Ninjas walked along the trenches. And swords cut Russian soldiers in half. Azumi cut down five with one swing and sang:
  - We shouted banzai...
  Agouti, this blonde with bare, graceful legs, cut down seven with one swing and yelped:
  - We will reclaim our Kuril Islands!
  Azumi continued to chop everyone down. And with one swing she took down eight Russian soldiers at once, and squealed:
  - Let's take over the entire midnight region!
  Agouti, continuing to crush and destroy. One swing, and nine Russian warriors were cut in half, chirped:
  - We will show our strength to our neighbors!
  The girls have already shown themselves. Almost naked, tanned, muscular. Very beautiful and strong. The soldiers are afraid to even shoot at them, or feel sorry for them. And the swords cut them all down without ceremony. And turn them into a bloody mess.
  Azumi chirps and roars:
  - Banzai! I'm Superman Girl!
  Agouti will hit the Russian line with bubbles from his bare heels. And he will mow down roaring:
  - No problem!
  The warriors walked hard on Mount Vysokaya. And captured this key point. The Japanese began to dominate Port Arthur. The Russian squadron tried to break through. But it was not to be. The girls met the Russians at sea and began to drown. And let them crush.
  Azumi, having sent the Russian battleship to its forefathers, sang, hitting the metal with her bare heel:
  - In short...
  Agouti supported her partner. Working with her bare feet, and sending bubbles at the Russian ships. And bubbles of total annihilation, the Japanese ninja took and hissed:
  - In short...
  And both killer girls yelp:
  - Shut up!
  And so they kicked the bubbles with their bare heels, hissed and screamed at the top of their lungs, roaring:
  - Shut up! From the audience...
  Sending rays of light with their bare feet at the Russian ships, which evaporated metal, they screamed:
  - Everybody get out of the room!
  And such wild laughter in response... In short, the Russian fleet is a Khan. And Japan has won a stunning victory, against a country that has more soldiers than other armies in the world.
  Azumi was currently cutting up the Soviet soldiers who had broken through. She was incinerating tanks and sending beams at enemy planes. She was demonstrating hellish pressure and unbending will. And her bare heels, so round and seductive, were sending bubbles that glowed with all the colors of the rainbow.
  Azumi took it and sang:
  - Ninja magic is no joke!
  Agouti, with colossal force, threw up a few sparkling sunbeams with her bare heels and said:
  - Ninja magic is no joke!
  And both beauties give it a go, with a colossal roar:
  - You can't joke with us, ninja!
  And the ninja girls increased the intensity of the shelling. Soviet tanks were burning by the hundreds, a large number of Russian planes were exploding. Everything was becoming a mess.
  Azumi chirped with delight, slapping her bare feet and flying into the air, chirping:
  - You don't mess around with ninjas!
  Agouti, waving her bare limbs and throwing rays of annihilation with her knife fingers, squeaked:
  - They're muddying the waters with us!
  The Soviet troops were having an increasingly difficult time. Almost all Soviet tanks and planes were destroyed. And the warriors took on the infantry. The extermination was increasing. And after all, only a few girls took part in the battle. But these girls were ninjas!
  . CHAPTER #4.
  The Soviet offensive finally ran out of steam, and Russian units stopped. The war thus turned another page marked by the failure of Operation Rumyantsev. The Germans got a respite and tried to pull up additional forces. The new tank "Lion" began to arrive at the front. For which in real history the panzervale did not have enough resources. But now it is easier for the Germans, because there is no Western front: the USA and Britain, having suffered defeat at the hands of the ninjas, left the war in disgrace.
  And it is possible to launch into series something that in reality, when it was possible to do without ninjas, did not exist.
  The Lev tank is quite formidable: it weighs ninety tons, has 150-millimeter frontal armor, 110-millimeter sides and front, and a 105-millimeter 70 EL gun. Moreover, the armor is sloped both on the front and sides, like the Panther. A vehicle that T-34s will not be able to penetrate. And the gun is generally the most powerful of the anti-tank models. And how it will smash. Its running characteristics are worse, but the 1000-horsepower engine copes well.
  And "Lev" showed itself in battle. And in the tank itself, a female crew fights. It's very cool and sexy!
  Oh, girls, you are so beautiful. And you look great in war.
  On the tank "Lev", there is a close-knit foursome, the first female tankers in the history of the Third Reich. Gerda is the crew commander, Charlotte is the gunner, Christina is the machine gunner, Magda is the driver. And all four girls went out to fight barefoot and in just a bikini.
  And that they are testing the new tank "Lion". Beautiful girls are driving the machine. This is their first battle. Three Soviet T-34-76 tanks are moving ahead. The machines, what can I say: fast.
  But for the "Lion", they are completely safe. If the "Tiger" can still be penetrated in the side, and even more so the "Panther", then the T-34 will not penetrate the "Lion" in any way.
  Gerda giggles and nods to red-haired Charlotte:
  - Shoot at the enemy!
  The fiery devil growled aggressively:
  - I'll crush them all!
  And he presses his bare heels against the metal. He needs to concentrate. When you're in a bikini, you feel the car much better. It's good when your body is almost naked. And the heat is much more pleasant. And your skin is tanned, shiny with sweat. Charlotte makes the first shot. She opens fire from a long distance, since her gun is lethal. But try and hit.
  The projectile flies with a whistle. Cuts through the air... Charlotte cursed loudly - she missed.
  Gerda is a blonde. Very muscular, beautiful, tanned. She nervously rubs her bare, graceful foot against the heated armor and chirps:
  - A keen eye - crooked hands!
  Charlotte roars savagely:
  - I am German special forces!
  And the red-haired devil shoots again. This time the shell flies right next to the small turret of the T-34.
  Christina is also a redhead. Only if Charlotte's hair is red-copper, then Christina's is yellow-copper. She is also very beautiful and shapely. A machine gunner. But so far the Soviet infantry is not visible, and there is no need to shoot. And "Lion" has four machine guns on hinges, and a fifth one is paired with the barrel.
  Christina placed her hands on Charlotte's bare soles and suggested:
  - Let me massage you!
  Charlotte hissed suspiciously:
  - And what is this for?
  Christina replied with a smile:
  - So that you become more accurate! Energy will flow through your feet!
  Charlotte was reluctant to agree:
  - Let's!
  The Lev tank's gun has a clear disadvantage - a lower rate of fire. Only five shots per minute. That's why you have to open fire from a greater distance. And try - hit!
  But Charlotte is focused. Christina massages her hard but gracefully curved soles. The copper-red devil smiles broadly. And takes another shot...
  The shell hits the very center of the Soviet tank's turret. And tears it off the hull. The metal splits and breaks into pieces. And the combat kits are torn.
  Gerda says with joy, licking her full, scarlet lips:
  - They gave Stalin a punch in the horns!
  Charlotte, plugging the new shell, says heatedly:
  - On his horns, and between him!
  Christina, slapping her bare feet against the armored wall, chirps loudly:
  - I came from Zanzibar, my homeland is the Sahara!
  Charlotte says with joy:
  - Three and further my feet. Maybe I'll still hit it!
  Christina smiled and chirped:
  - Oh, such legs, I'm happy to massage them!
  Magda replied with a sigh:
  - And my job is the most uninteresting! Our tank is standing still, and the Russians themselves are moving towards it!
  Gerda chirped comfortingly:
  - You'll still crush them!
  Magda said doubtfully:
  - It's not good to crush people!
  Charlotte squealed furiously and hissed:
  - The enemy is the enemy! And there will be no mercy for him!
  The fiery devil felt her bare feet being massaged. Charlotte burst out laughing and gave the gun her almost naked breasts. Then she fired...
  The shell almost touched the small turret of the T-34 and still flew past. And the Soviet tanks fired back. And increased speed, to the limit.
  Gerda noted with alarm:
  - These crazy Russians might ram us! We should give them a good whack!
  Charlotte, hissing in frustration, tweeted:
  - If I miss next time, punch me in the face!
  Christina cooed:
  - Guten morgen, guten tak! They hit you in the face, this way and that!
  Magda, baring her pearl-like teeth, remarked:
  - To hit or not to hit - it's all according to God's will!
  Gerda giggled and barked:
  - Okay, shoot!
  Charlotte clenched her teeth. Tremble with rage. And try to concentrate. Christina began to massage the soles of her feet more and more intensely.
  The fiery devil fired. And bared her teeth even more. This time the shell hit the hull. The Soviet machine stopped and let out smoke. Charlotte barked:
  - I'm Robin Hood!
  Gerda confirmed with a smile:
  - Yes, that's not bad!
  Magda tweeted:
  - Cruel, but necessary!
  Christina tickled Charlotte's bare heel and squeaked:
  - This is a masterpiece! A masterpiece for shooting!
  Gerda said with a grin:
  - But there is only one left!
  Charlotte hissed venomously:
  - I'll bury him while he's still warm!
  The Aryan girl took aim. And fired, gently pressing the gun button. The Soviet machine jerked and continued approaching. Apparently, the "Lion" gun was not very easy to hit.
  Charlotte cursed, baring her fangs:
  - Excess caliber! We won't be able to penetrate it like that!
  Gerda corrected her partner:
  - You wanted to say, not to get hit!
  The red-haired bitch twitched and hissed:
  - I said what I wanted to say...
  And she started aiming again. The Soviet machine was also shooting and rushing to get closer, risking breaking the gearbox. The T-34s often had gearboxes that broke when you were developing high speed. This somewhat devalued the engine's power.
  But the machine is still fast and it is difficult to hit the small turret. The barefoot German warriors are again aiming at the nimble Soviet tank. The girls are lucky that due to the work of the ninjas, many Soviet tanks are lost, and only three T-34s are going against the clumsy "Lion".
  If the Germans had a KV series against them, it would have been easier for them. But it seems that it was not meant to be. Charlotte moves the barrel and smiles when Christina massages her heels. The girls run barefoot a lot. And the skin on their feet is rough, elastic, but this does not make the soles any less attractive. Christina massages them and, smiling, says:
  - Bare feet are running along the path!
  Charlotte calms down. The Soviet tank is getting closer and closer. And it's easier to hit. Although the Tiger's 88-mm gun is much better, and even more so the Panther's 75-mm gun. To be honest, the Panther suited the girls better than the Lev. It's more mobile and fires faster. And the Lev? Apart from the armor, it's worse than the Panther in everything. And even the more powerful gun isn't very practical. So what if the Lev can penetrate a T-34 from a distance of more than five kilometers? And try hitting the nimble and comparatively small Soviet tank! Its rate of fire is three times lower than the Panther's.
  Charlotte whispers aggressively, concentrates. And shoots, aiming at the hull. It is a little easier there than at the turret, which is small and angular. The shell flies out of the muzzle and hits the track. The blow is strong, smashing several rollers at once. The Soviet machine, having received a blow to the gut, stops, and still not losing the ability to fire, shoots at the German tank. And hits the sloping forehead of the "Lion". There is a slight rumble inside. The sloping and thick armor ricocheted. It should be noted that the "Lion" is more advanced than the "Tiger", in it the armor was installed at an angle, like in the "Royal Tiger". But this made the tank somewhat more expensive and more difficult to produce. So far, the "Tiger"-2 is only undergoing tests. And the "Lion", which was developed by the French, was put into production earlier.
  But the idea itself to arm a tank with such a powerful gun and make it weigh ninety tons is flawed. Even if a T-34 can't penetrate it from any angle, it can ram it. And this, of course, is the factor that makes the "Lion" not the best tank in practice. But it is very expensive and difficult to transport.
  Charlotte, complaining that the gun is not very rapid-fire, sends a finishing shell into the Soviet vehicle's forehead. Since the T-34 has stopped, it is now much easier to hit it. And the fiery devil pierces the armor. The turret breaks into pieces, like a tomato under an axe.
  Gerda giggled and, shaking her bare foot, remarked:
  - As always, this is great!
  Magda chirped enthusiastically:
  - Everything impossible... Happens someday!
  Charlotte said very contentedly:
  - The score is three to zero in our favor! You must admit, it's not bad for a first battle... Although the gun is really not optimal!
  Christina giggled and remarked:
  - The sight is quite accurate... But a lot still depends on the fighter's accuracy.
  Magda asked anxiously:
  - We will move deeper into the Soviet defense... Or we will wait it out!
  Gerda rubbed her bare, pink sole and said doubtfully:
  - If we go in alone like this, our tank will be completely destroyed. It's better to camouflage it!
  Magda rationally noted:
  - It's hard to disguise such a colossus!
  Charlotte agreed:
  - Yes... Eh, it would be better to have a "Panther", only with a lower silhouette. Otherwise, a menagerie has appeared. Powerful, but clumsy!
  Christina climbed out of the hatch and noticed:
  - Yes, our tanks are still far from perfect... But as they say - every misfortune begins with a start!
  The girls happily climbed out of the hot tank and began to cover it with grass and branches. And indeed, they were not very convincing. And in the sky, menacing Soviet Ilyushins appeared...
  Gerda remarked angrily:
  - This is "Lion", it could be easy prey for stormtroopers!
  Charlotte giggled and pointed to the sky:
  - And there's the newest ME-309 flying. Now it'll show the Soviets with its 30-millimeter cannons.
  Magda stamped her bare foot angrily:
  - We are furious devils! And we are born to win!
  . CHAPTER #5.
  
  After the Red Army had finally run out of steam, the Nazis themselves went on the offensive. The fascists began to advance in the direction of Kursk, trying to form a cauldron with counterattacks from the north and south. However, they had to overcome a very powerful defense. The Red Army prepared for several months to repel the offensive. And was able to strengthen itself thoroughly.
  But then Japan went and opened a second front in the Far East. Of course, the samurai couldn't help but intervene, their honor demanded it.
  Although the threat of Japanese aggression was real, with the help of bribery and treason, Mikado's agents convinced the Vladivostok command not to put the troops on full combat alert. And as a result, the sword of Damocles has already been raised, and the restaurant is feasting.
  Major Vinogradova grabbed the young officer by the hair; she was a head taller than him and clearly stronger:
  - What kind of a boor and drunkard is this! Why is your crew so dissolute! This guy looks more like a cabin boy than an officer. Maybe we should beat him up for starters, so that all the hops come out.
  Dubinin was embarrassed:
  - This is Pasha Shoigu. He was sent to the courses straight from the Suvorov Military School, on a shortened program. He is still just a boy, his birthday is in two months - sixteen years.
  Vinogradova grimaced unpleasantly:
  - Wow! At fifteen years old and already an officer! That's what war does! I didn't even know that young punks already get full ranks.
  Dubinin shrugged:
  - Children grow up early in war! Moreover, a story happened to him, it seems he wrote the best story about the defense of Moscow, and Zhukov noted this and advised transferring the boy from cadets to officers.
  Vinogradova became kinder at these words:
  - Good! That he's not a fool. - She threatened him with her finger like a schoolgirl. - Overall, not bad, but no more drinking! If I smell something, and I have a dog's nose, I'll be brought to court straight away! - A strong woman, mature, but not having lost her athletic slenderness and freshness, pointed her finger at the colonel. - In general, you'll pay for this too. He's not a young man anymore, but he behaves like that.
  Dubinin coughed loudly:
  - Actually, I'm thirty-three, but I've already been wounded seven times, so I seem old...
  Vinogradova wanted to say something in response, when suddenly a monstrous roar shattered the pre-dawn silence. It was as if heavy boulders had rained down from the sky, and the window glass had suddenly burst. The hailstones and shards of hail pounded the table and even landed in the hands and faces of the drunken officers. Vinogradova yelled like a commander:
  - Everyone get out immediately.
  Dubinin shouted back, so loudly that he almost tore his vocal cords:
  - These are twelve and eighteen inch shells! The Japanese battleships of the largest tonnage seem to have begun the hunt, and that means.
  Vinogradova kicked the wall in frustration. The kick from the boot, which was a trophy boot by the way, cracked the tile:
  - It has begun, but not as we planned! Not at all! Damn it, we must immediately take the squadron out to sea and sink the fleet of the country of narrow-eyed macaques.
  The captain of the first rank (otherwise known as the colonel), who fell to all fours, muttered:
  - There are weapons only on my destroyer and a couple of other small troughs. We don't even have anything to respond with.
  Vinogradova showed a hefty fist:
  - Well, you are asses! - the warrior with blue hair, reminiscent of a raging tsunami, growled. - But you should have coastal artillery! Not all of them were sent to the Western Front, and the aviation as well. After all, it's not the first year that they've been saying that Japan could enter the war at any moment.
  Already badly wounded, Dubinin wanted to say, but there was another thunder, and shrapnel began to fall. A siren howled, warning of the appearance of planes. Dubinin, with great difficulty, rose and shouted, drowning out the roar of Vinogradova:
  - We have aviation and coastal batteries, even if they are not fully equipped. We will be able to respond!
  The pilot growled as she ran through the streets:
  - If only I could get to my fighter, I'd give those Japs a good beating. They'll still pay for Tsushima and Muduen.
  Shoigu, who had half his ear cut off, agreed:
  - Yes, they will pay! And with interest!
  Explosions and the belated rattle of anti-aircraft guns were heard. In general, most of the air defense of Vladivostok was taken out back in 1941 to strengthen the defense of Moscow, so the numerous mosquito points of the Land of the Rising Sun, it seemed, did not pay much attention to such "noise". Japanese dive bombers dropped their spring "gifts" with a piercing squeal. The blow was delivered both to the city and to the fleet. The Japanese planes are not very large, but nimble, but the battleships, on the contrary, are huge. The largest of them is even cramped in the ocean, three hundred meters long, and guns of 460 - millimeters. So far, the Americans have not managed to sink a single one of these beauties, and the survivors, together with the cruisers, smashed the coast. This strongly resembled the villainous attack of the Land of the Rising Sun, which occurred on January 27, 1904. Only then there was no aviation.
  Dubinin felt that he was out of breath from running. He was not a superman, but a simple man with sick lungs, who had found himself in a difficult situation. And Victoria had overtaken him by a lot. I wonder how old she was, she hardly looked more than thirty, her breasts were large, and her shoulders were broad like a man's.
  Vinogradova suddenly turned around and waved her hand:
  - Don't run, old man, follow me! - She screamed with such force that the sound wave simply hit her ears. - Get the destroyer out to sea quickly.
  Explosions thundered nearby, debris rained down, one of them fell right on Vinogradova, and she mechanically caught it with her hands. The terminator girl felt like a goalkeeper who had successfully won a penalty, the fragment was round, warm and resembled a ball. Angelica suddenly felt something liquid flowing down her hands. The girl looked at the fragment, and even she, the iron warrior, hardened by three years of war (along with the Spanish one), felt nausea in her throat. She was holding a child's head in her hands. Poor girl (this can be seen from the short pigtails, with knocked out eyes. Vinogradova carefully placed the head on the cracked asphalt and crossed herself:
  - You didn't have time to sin, or to live! However, there is no greater sinner than God, therefore there is no greater sin than indifference to the suffering of children.
  Again there was a roar and fragments, one hit the girl in the boot, scratching the skin. Vinogradova wanted to turn around and run as fast as she could to the runway, where her MIG was patiently waiting for its aggressive owner, but...
  The warrior's gaze, sharp as a dagger blade, discerned an unbearable grimace of pain on the face of Captain First Rank Vasilchikov, when the upper part of his torn off body flew thrown up by the blast wave. The girl herself barely dodged a fragment. Although what kind of girl is she, she first took up arms in the civil war. She had already once, somehow, caught her cheek, during the international battle in Spain. As a result, a deep scar remained, which spoiled her appearance for a long time. Plus the arrest and sending of the colonel to a concentration camp. True, it was in Siberia at a logging site that she was introduced to a very powerful sorcerer, who, with the help of ointments and the invocation of spirits, managed to heal, as if it had not been there, this wound and several others. Scars received during battles with the White Czechs, the troops of Kolchak, Denikin, Wrangel. And she taught her a lot, since Vinogradova seemed to belong to a select group of people.
  She got the opportunity to get out early using feminine charms, so she was included in the amnesty despite the serious article. The point is of course not so much to persuade a man, but to make sure that the party organizer does not find out about it. And there are so many informers of all stripes that an informer, on an informer and an informer drives. So you will not particularly accelerate if your career is important to you.
  This means that Japan has a big advantage in infantry, aviation, and even tanks. Well, in tanks, on our side it is compensated by qualitative superiority, and the rest is much worse. Although if we take small arms, Japan is also somewhat behind in the number of machine guns, mostly it has rifles. However, the Far Eastern divisions are also poorly equipped with submachine guns. There are not enough machine guns for everyone. So... In terms of quality, there is no advantage in infantry, rather it is even worse, all the best officers have been transferred to the Soviet front, here the worst troops are, as a rule, inexperienced, having a minimum of military training. This means that the war is beginning in an extremely unfavorable situation for the USSR. And many newly formed reserves will be thrown to the East...
  Vinogradova suddenly bumped into a fire. A bombed-out city hospital was ablaze. The picture was truly apocalyptic: women, children, and old people were burning alive. Here was a baby who had fallen right into the fire, and all around there was a terrible roar and groans.
  Vinogradova felt the trumpets of the archangels in her head and threw herself into the flames. The tongues of fire licked the girl's bare arms and open face, but the pilot moved so quickly that she managed to catch the child, tearing him from the embrace of destruction.
  The girl jumped out, feeling only a slight itch on her skin, glanced at the baby. Alas, it was too late, the boy suffocated, drawing the flame into his lungs, there were burns on his round face. Such jagged blisters on the skin were softer than daisy buds. Vinogradova screamed:
  - This is human chaos!
  She kicked a pile of rubbish with her boot, and then rushed to rescue anyone who could be saved. It was like a cobra dancing between gas burners, the girl twisted and danced in a very strange way. She was burning herself, her boots were melting, her tunic was charred, but she continued to stubbornly fight for every child's tear, for every beat of a little heart, for every fragile, but so necessary for the country life! The boots fell apart, and now the girl was dancing on the whirlwinds of flame, with her bare, charming little feet. She was a martyr, but not just a nun torturing herself with fasts and a whip, which does not bring any benefit, neither to God, nor to people, a martyr-fighter saving specific lives. The warrior-girl's feet were covered with a layer of small blisters, but they moved even faster and more accurately from the pain.
  The captain of the medical service took big boots out of his bag and shouted to her:
  - Take them, put them on quickly! You'll become a cripple if you dance on the flames.
  The warrior with the rank of major immediately answered:
  - It is better to become a physical cripple than to be a moral freak! Not a second for yourself, everything for the front, everything for victory!
  The medical captain replied:
  - This is a real Soviet person!
  Vinogradova, trampling out the flames, cursed:
  - What are you standing there for? Save people!
  The captain sighed:
  - I have prosthetics instead of legs!
  Vinogradova pulled out another girl with a half-burnt face and unconscious, and shouted furiously:
  - How cruel God is!
  The captain shrugged:
  - It's not God's fault, but people's!
  Vinogradova very sensibly and confidently objected:
  - This is the same as saying that it is not the parents who are to blame, but the children!
  The captain wanted to answer something, but clouds of smoke got into his throat and he began to cough violently.
  . CHAPTER #6.
  The bombing had died down, but the shelling was still going on. The naval guns had a decent supply of shells, although the fire was now directed more at the disarmed Soviet vessels. Yamamoto understood that dominance at sea would hand over the initiative in this war to Japan for a long time. And building ships was an expensive and lengthy process, although submarines, for example, were perhaps easier to stamp out. Of course, this also had to be taken into account, but it was important to break the structure. Admiral Yamamoto, the most influential person in Japan after Emperor Hirohito, felt like a god. A real god, since the religion of the Land of the Rising Sun taught that the best path to deification was military valor! And now the great commander could arbitrarily torment and distort the space around him. Thick, black clouds of smoke for many kilometers above Vladivostok were the oil storage facilities and fuel warehouses that had caught fire. Hundreds, thousands of people are burning, hell, how can you not feel like a god after this, taking revenge on the Russians for centuries of humiliation, a great people forced to huddle on a series of such tiny islands compared to the vastness of Russia. Now the Russian fleet is sinking, and unlike Peru Harbor, they will not leave a single vessel.
  Yamamoto proposed during the Battle of Khalkhin Gol to strike a similar blow at Vladivostok, for which a detailed plan was drawn up. But Hitler unexpectedly made peace with Stalin. Hitler is an idiot, he started a massacre of Jews and thereby turned Poland and the Western countries against himself. And why did he need it? Did he want to get Jewish wealth? But it would have been better to first become a world power by defeating the USSR, and maybe then other countries. It is easier to defeat the West because its mentality is much less characterized by fanaticism and a tendency to self-sacrifice. Is there a single known case of American pilots ramming? True, there were a couple of clashes, but this was most likely an accident. Russians are fanatical, which is strange, because the Orthodox faith does not approve of suicide, and does not at all believe that military exploits can earn the way to heaven. In general, the teaching of Christ is extremely stupid and impractical. He Yamamoto read the Bible and was amazed at the stupidity of people to consider such a pacifist as God. For example, he teaches: if someone hits you on the right cheek, offer the left, if they ask for one shirt, give them both, love your enemy! Only a mentally ill person can consider Christ God. Such a religion is good only for slaves, involuntary vassals. And yet, all of Europe and half the world believed it. True, the teachings of Jesus, despite the fact that it rejects the principle of the Old Testament, an eye for an eye, and teaches 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 despite the religiosity of Britain, where God is even mentioned in the national anthem. It is strange that US presidents swear on the Bible, but nevertheless, they bombed Japanese cities with napalm bombs, burning thousands of women and children alive. Moreover, they killed civilians, not by accident, but deliberately, this was a tactic of terrorizing the civilian population: undermining human and economic resources. But the Japanese have not bombed the US territory yet. But they will! And they also attribute special cruelty to the samurai. He, Yamamoto, if he wanted, could have broken through with bombers to the cities of the USA, especially after the defeat of the Yankee fleet, near Peru Harbor. Yes, Europeans are moral bastards. They have a perverted understanding of faith, to teach and not to practice! In Japan, it is not like that! We practice what we teach. It is not like God saying, turn the other cheek, but at the same time his servants deliberately killed small children. In general, the belief that God is one and Almighty cannot be true. If he were one, then of course he would have taken care that people worshiped him correctly, in faith and truth and had a single teaching. And so everyone prays as they want, whatever they can. And the world is too ugly and wrong to be created by a single Almighty God. After all, any responsible ruler strives first and foremost for order and justice. He wants the strong, wise, noble, honest to be in first place, and the rest to either improve, grow physically and spiritually, or... However, if God is Almighty and the Creator of the universe, He would not create physical and mental freaks. After all, why is the emperor sometimes forced to tolerate people's weaknesses as a given? Because there is no other way out, he cannot turn freaks into handsome men in the blink of an eye, and cowards into brave men. But if he could, he would do it immediately! Alas, we have to accept what is and deal with the human material that we received as a given. But from whom we received it is another question. And the emperor himself has weaknesses: he is only a man - he grows old, gets sick, becomes decrepit. It is strange, but the divine emperor often lives less than an ordinary servant, wields weapons worse than most generals, and many soldiers. Well, what is in him from the Almighty God. But the whites are no better! In the entire history of Europe, there was no more terrible and successful conqueror than Hitler. He is truly a symbol of the military valor of white people! And, nevertheless, the greatest commander of all times and peoples, could not even finish high school, get a secondary education, which is mandatory in Japan!
  And Hitler was not accepted into the army, due to health reasons. It is strange that this zealot of the cult of strength, the lion of war, turned out to be so weak physically that even in Germany, where there is a soldier at every lamppost, he was not drafted as a private. Yes, how Europe has degraded.
  However, Stalin, another most outstanding politician of our time, also did not have a secondary education, he was a natural. And what is interesting is that he was not drafted into the army either, due to health reasons. Interesting, coincidences, two malicious enemies did not have a secondary education, were not drafted fit for military service due to health reasons, had drunkard fathers, and Hitler's father also worked as a shoemaker at first!
  What a coincidence, strange and ominous. Goering, Hitler's right hand, is not like that. He comes from an aristocratic family, Goering's ancestor was the deputy of the de facto ruler of Germany, Bismarck. Goering is a businessman, an oligarch, an aristocrat and a pragmatist. And they see it as possible for them to replace the possessed Fuhrer. America and Britain, too, albeit secretly, want to finish off Russia, regardless of the ruling regime, but they want to finish off the communists, who deny the very concept of private property, so much so that they even close their eyes to the excessive strengthening of Germany.
  However, Germany is a geopolitical competitor, but a competitor within the framework of capitalist and aristocratic rules of the game, and Bolshevik Russia is absolutely alien and hostile. It is even surprising that in 1941 Churchill himself offered Stalin help, despite 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 resign themselves, and will wage a protracted partisan war, which will exhaust the Third Reich so much that all dreams of further expansion will disappear like a rainbow after a thunderstorm! Russia under Germany is better than Germany under Russia! Understanding this, it is clear why the USA and Britain are looking for a way out of the war.
  Yamamoto is a pragmatist, he was at war with the USA and Britain. But these two empires themselves provoked Japan by imposing an embargo on oil products. After all, the Land of the Rising Sun does not have its own wells, nor many other raw materials. The Japanese negotiated, the Americans kept making more and more humiliating demands.
  And at the same time, the Yankees, provoking the war, did not take care to bring the army and navy to combat readiness. The temptation was too great, especially since there was a glimmer of hope that Moscow was about to fall and Germany and its allies would come to its aid. In addition, there was a calculation that the USA, being a relatively democratic country, heavily dependent on public opinion, would not want to water foreign islands with blood if the war dragged on. Indeed, why would an ordinary American citizen receive zinc coffins with his relatives, if we are not talking about protecting the territory of the USA itself, and also pay considerable war taxes! Maybe that is 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 he was not prepared for the harsh Winter, and partly because of the fanaticism inherent in the Bolsheviks. However, not only the Bolsheviks, the Russian people are inclined to self-sacrifice for great goals. After all, the first air ram was carried out by a Russian guy Messer. It is even surprising that he did it not for the sake of heavenly houris, but for the sake of the Fatherland. Although... Messer is partly a fool, he is a master of aerobatics, an inventor, a designer, and of course, alive, he would have brought 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 noted:
  - We've already used up more than two-thirds of our ammunition. The guns are very hot, they're pouring buckets of water on them!
  Yamamoto made a cross in the air with his finger and said in a low, slightly hoarse voice:
  - I think the guns will hold up to the last third of the shells. Although no, knock them out to ninety-five percent.
  Admiral Naumo shrugged and wiped the sweat from his forehead:
  - Is it worth it to go all out on the first day?
  Yamamoto clenched his fists:
  - It's worth it! Of course it's worth it! We caught 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 take advantage of the fact that the dragon's tail has fallen asleep. Actually, I understand Stalin, the war with Germany absorbed his attention to such an extent that he stopped keeping an eye on the Far East. And his entourage, without a leader, is afraid to show initiative. So they missed our blow. As did the Americans, by the way. It was obvious to everyone that things were getting ready, clouds were gathering, thunder would soon strike, but...
  Naumo touched the handle of the samurai sword, or as it is also called, katana, hanging on his belt:
  - The Russians always act late! The war will not last too long and we will reach the Urals.
  Yamamoto looked up to the sky:
  - God help us with this, but I don't think so! They learn quickly, Khalkhin-Gol showed that the Russians are at a higher level than during the war of 1904-1905. Besides, I'll tell you a secret. Our secret agent in Vladivostok helped a little, that the rather powerful coastal artillery didn't have shells, and the aviation couldn't take off in time. That's the secret war.
  Naumo was surprised:
  - And where were SMERSH and the NKVD looking?
  Yamamoto chuckled, shaking his fingers:
  - The worst personnel of Russia serve here in the Far East, those who are afraid to die on the Soviet-German front strive to go to Vladivostok. Therefore, it is much easier to find a traitor or a fool at the top, as well as a self-interested person. And the NKVD is so used to uncovering imaginary conspiracies that it does not notice real traitors. So it is quite possible to work. By the way, note that if several generals went over to 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 them in the dark, which is even better. So we have done a lot of work. We Japanese are generally characterized by thoroughness in thinking through military operations, and taking into account all the little things.
  Naumo rubbed the handle of his katana:
  - True! But the shame of Khalkhin Gol evokes a feeling of bitterness and the strongest annoyance! How could we...
  Yamamoto consoled:
  - There were more Manchus there than Japanese, and in general you can't win all the time. I must note that it wasn't our best units that fought, and the Russians had a big advantage in aviation and tanks.
  Naumo half-unsheathed his katana:
  - This does not justify us! A samurai will never refer to a dull blade and a tired horse, to many enemies, and a weak weapon!
  Yamamoto corrected:
  - Samurai of course not, but man unfortunately yes! People are prone to mistakes!
  Yamamoto was distracted and shouted something into the receiver, and then continued:
  - Samurai will never bend! He goes for a ram and against the current.
  . CHAPTER #7.
  Naum nodded:
  - Really! But we fought with the USA and the British Lion.
  Yamamoto tapped his finger on the wheelhouse:
  - Yes! True, but the US got it in the teeth, Britain lost its colonies, and Germany was in a tough spot. We wanted to draw as many forces as possible from the West of Russia to make it easier for the Wehrmacht to go on the offensive. The strike was planned for May, when the roads dried up, but the Americans got in the way.
  Naumo pulled out his katana and slashed it in the air:
  - Death to the USA! They are always in Japan's way.
  Yamamoto grinned 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 money from the US and Britain, and at their 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 a treacherous blow to the capital using napalm bombs. Hundreds of wooden houses burned down, and the Emperor ordered at any cost to push the control zone away from the capital. And first of all, to capture the closest to the Japanese islands, the combat complex of American bases on the Midway archipelago. And we succeeded!
  Naum waved his sword through the air:
  - We still won!
  Yamamoto interrupted:
  - There are smart people among the whites too! It is not for nothing that the Emperor put a bust of Napoleon in his office. But there was another Caesar, he said: it is harder to hold on to what has been conquered than to conquer it. In this case, this applies to us first and foremost. Naum reproduced the figure eight with his sword:
  - I understand with my mind, but with my heart!
  Yamamoto stood up and clapped his colleague on the shoulder:
  - Don't be upset, in this case we are leaving to return. We will defeat the USSR and again throw ourselves at the USA and the English, but this time together with the Germans and the macaroni people.
  Admiral Naum, with an almost imperceptible movement, hid the katana in its sheath and, lisping, whispered:
  - The future is good, but the present is better! Listen, the aircraft carriers have used up all their bombs, and on...
  Yamamoto gave a short order:
  - Go out on deck and look around, in half an hour we will turn around and go to our nearest base.
  Naum whistled through his nose:
  - Yes sir, commander!
  The admiral jumped out, holding the door so that it would not slam. Before his steps had time to fade away, a shadow slipped out of the wall, walked on tiptoe and threw off the coverlet.
  After Japan's attack on the Far East, the balance of power changed. Stalin was forced to withdraw some of the reserves ready for deployment and send them to the East. This decision was forced and dangerous.
  The Germans advanced a little on the flanks. But the resistance of the Soviet troops remained viscous. Mainstein managed to take Prokhorovka in the south and then advance north. The threat of a breakthrough arose. And there were almost no reserves left...
  The last forces were thrown into battle.
  And then again both Japanese girls Azumi and Aguchi rushed into battle. The warriors met the Soviet tanks with the waves of their fans and the blowing of bubbles. And they acted sparklingly, like cobras ready to jump and strike.
  Azumi was fully charged - a cool red-haired babe. Behind her were the German "Panthers". Nimble tanks with long barrels. Only they didn't have time to fire: the ninja girls were ahead.
  The barefoot warriors threw gifts of death and giggled a lot. They really are so alive and cheerful. And very cool.
  Azumi released several rainbow-colored sparkling bubbles and chirped:
  - I am a dream warrior!
  And a whole row of tanks exploded and collapsed. And many had their turrets torn off. Other Soviet vehicles had their rollers melted and their metal burned. Much resembled a nightmare. Only the bubbles and sunbeams that flew off the girls' bare feet were real.
  Agouti chirped with aplomb, burning Russian tanks:
  - I'm a super girl!
  And again everything was set on fire and destroyed. Just total annihilation. With destruction and without creation. But with disgrace!
  Azumi, in turn, smashing Russian cars, sings:
  - I'm Japanese... Which means I'm a hyper girl!
  And again the girls made a real mess. They are so furious and seasoned. And their bare feet are simply elusive and deadly! And they strike like laser beams.
  Well, the Japanese are fighting in this area. And in the other one, Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda have chosen themselves.
  These girls don't give anyone a break. Now they've switched to the "Panther" since the "Lion" tank was destroyed by Soviet attack aircraft. And let's start smashing everyone.
  Charlotte aimed the gun and fired at the T-34, destroying the Soviet vehicle and barking:
  - What a tank! A tank for all tanks!
  The warriors shot very accurately. Charlotte mastered the faster-firing gun of the "Panther" from a closer distance. And she hit. In general, for the Germans this is the highest level of skill. And they want to stand out.
  Soviet T-34s are completely safe for the frontal armor of a German tank. And the Germans shoot them and laugh.
  In a head-on battle, a Soviet machine has nothing to catch against a German one. But in reality, the T-34s are closing in. And they ram without any problems if necessary. Or they try to penetrate the side. Acting with all the impudence.
  Charlotte, having fired the thirty-four, sang:
  - A lion is a mental cripple, a tiger is the source of all sorts of troubles... And there is nothing cooler in the world than "Panther"!
  Soviet tanks, at least, felt the power of Soviet girls.
  And the warriors are really super. They have wild power.
  And ninjas even more so. They love to smash...
  And when they took up swords... No one can resist! They split all the metal! And the ninjas start smashing. And chopping steel. Ninja girls are thrashing Soviet equipment. And chopping at a distance and with swords.
  Azumi smiles and shouts something... There is so much rage in this redhead. And at the same time grace.
  The girl is truly like an eternal goddess. She also participated in the capture of Admiral Rozhdestvensky. Putting a bold point on Tsushima. Then Japan defeated Tsarist Russia, although few believed in it.
  Mikado would never have decided to attack the Russian Empire if it weren't for the ninja. With warriors like these, you can defeat any colossus. And they did! The ninjas could do such things... The ninja technique is unique, and their magic is all-powerful. Only the custom of not interfering in the mundane allowed the world to live on its own. Otherwise, the ninjas would have ruled the entire planet.
  Or maybe they would have rushed to other worlds! Such is the superhuman power of ninja! These are warriors of the highest level and super class!
  Both girls took Port Arthur. But the ninjas waged a limited war. If they had immediately attacked this fortress, the citadel would have fallen. And the war with the Russians would have ceased. But the ninjas gave the ordinary Japanese troops a chance to prove themselves. And they achieved that the armies gained glory.
  And Kondratenko was also finished off by the ninja, beating off Port Arthur's last will to resist. And the remaining Russian commanders surrendered. And the impregnable fortress fell. And Russia lost the war, having a numerical advantage. The Tsarist Empire rarely lost wars. Since the time of Ivan Kalita, Muscovy had been expanding almost all the time. And with almost every kingdom it added territory. But then it happened... For the first time, lands were lost. And Tsar Nicholas II turned out to be the last of the Romanov family on the throne.
  Then came the provisional government and the Bolsheviks.
  Azumi wondered what would have happened if the ninja hadn't intervened then. Most likely, Russia would have defeated the Japanese on land. It has more troops, and the Russians are probably tougher warriors than the Japanese. Then it would have won at sea, too.
  The Kuril Islands had to be given up, and along with them all the conquests in Asia, including Taiwan. The Russians would not have captured Japan itself, but they would have squeezed it hard!
  In this case, Russia would control both northern China and Korea. Having become the largest world empire. The numerous tsarist army - the largest in the world, could crush the Germans in the fourteenth.
  During the First World War, both girls helped capture German fortresses in the Pacific Ocean. The other ninjas did not interfere. And that was enough. However, the First World War was not difficult for Japan! They managed to capture not too much, but without much risk. The Land of the Rising Sun was among the winners. Although many said: it was necessary to go into an alliance with Germany - they would have taken more.
  During the Second World War, there was no other way out except to grab the colonies of Britain and the USA.
  Azumi approached the young Soviet soldier. He had been knocked down by the blast wave, but was almost unharmed. The Japanese ninja thrust her bare foot into his face and shouted:
  - Kiss!
  He obediently kissed the pink, almost dust-free sole of the eternal girl.
  The red-haired beauty cooed contentedly:
  - That's great! Now come on, lick my heel...
  The young man began to move his tongue. The leather of the Japanese woman's sole tasted pleasant, and smelled of flowers and wild herbs. In general, ninja women are very beautiful and athletic. Azumi is a redhead, and for a Japanese woman, she is tall and large. She is very shapely, and her muscles are like those of an athlete. But at the same time, she is a very sexy girl.
  And who can compare to someone like that?
  The young man kissed her bare feet and was very excited. Azumi got turned on herself. And she wanted more and more, to enjoy. Then the Japanese woman spread her legs and sat right on the young captive's face. She needed to charge her batteries. And suck all the energy out of the strong, handsome young man.
  . CHAPTER #8
  German tanks bypassed Kursk and created a cauldron. This time, thanks to the help of the ninja, Operation Citadel was a success. The Red Army was surrounded. But it had no intention of surrendering. Stalin hesitated. On the one hand, the leader did not want to give up territory to the fascists. On the other hand, the surrounded troops were threatened with real death. And not only from hunger, but also from the rapid depletion of ammunition.
  And morale had dropped somewhat, as the chances of winning the war began to melt. Stalin did not want to give up Kursk and allow the Fritzes to straighten out the front.
  But there were clearly not enough reserves to unblock the encircled. Japan, with its numerous infantry, broke through the Soviet front and rushed to Primorye. An offensive began on Mongolia. Stalin transferred additional reserves to fight the samurai. Having prepared to defend the eastern borders.
  A new German tank, the Tiger-2, also appeared at the front. The vehicle was similar to the Lion, but was twenty-two tons lighter. It had similar armor on the front, slightly smaller sides and rear, but with an 88-millimeter gun. The Tiger-2 was equipped with a 1,000-horsepower engine from the Lion, which allowed the new German model to achieve satisfactory driving characteristics.
  Thus, the Fritzes got a good tank destroyer. In practice, better than the "Lion", somewhat lighter and most importantly more mobile.
  Stalin, frightened by this development, was not against offering peace to the Fuhrer, or at least a truce. Hitler hesitated a little, expressed his consent, but proposed the following conditions: the return of all prisoners, payment of contributions, free supplies of bread, metals and oil to the Third Reich. Well, and also an end to the guerrilla war in the occupied territories.
  Stalin hastened to agree. What else could he do?
  And the Germans took advantage of the respite to open a second front against Britain and seize all of its colonies.
  A company of girls from the special SS battalion "she-wolves" flew on a Me-323 transport plane to Tunisia. The warrior girls were all hand-picked, young and not yet married. Mostly tall, athletic blondes, the cream of the German nation, its blood and juice.
  Two girls, a honey blonde and a fiery redhead, stand out among the other warriors, who, by the way, are also worthy of the podium with their beauty and seriousness in their eyes. If all the other warriors were from among the relatively experienced fighters who had managed to smell gunpowder in France and the Balkans. But not so much, due to the fleeting nature of military actions and the unwillingness to send the girls into the very hell. They had already fought, but these two were very young, almost the last girls to replace those killed during an air raid. Of course, they were also trained with all the German pedantry, but they were still so innocent, they had barely turned sixteen. Real roses, thrown in the desert.
  The fiery red-haired "she-wolf" asked her blonde friend:
  - There are many blacks in the British army. They are very rude and cruel, and imagine, Gertrude, what will happen if you are captured and torture begins?
  The honey blonde answered calmly:
  - I will try not to be captured by Shell, but if such is the will of the Lord, I will not give anything to the enemies!
  Red-haired Shella whispered:
  - There are rumors that a big war in the east with Russia will soon resume. And troops are already being pulled up, concentrating their forces. It's not for nothing that so many infantry were called up into the army, the girls say that there are almost no men left in the villages!
  Gertrude agreed with a sigh:
  - Yes, that would be terrible! To wage war with the Russians: cruel and fanatical, with their endless expanses and harsh winters... That would be something terrible!
  The redhead objected:
  - The Russians couldn't defeat even the tiny Finnish army, but we smashed the enemy's largest forces! All of Europe is under us, and Rommel is crushing the English in Africa. Why do you think you'll lose?
  Gertrude answered reluctantly:
  - The Russians have a large population and endless expanses. They will swallow up too many troops! And if we don't manage to take the capital of Russia before winter, then our soldiers will simply freeze, and the equipment will break down and get stuck in snowdrifts, it will be simply awful!
  Fire-Blazing Shella shook her head vigorously:
  - Oh, don't talk about such nasty things, let's sing a romance instead. About love...
  Gertrude, smiling innocently, agreed:
  - Of course, the best thing is to sing!
  The "She-Wolf" girls sang with their pure, crystal voices:
  Pearly, trembling hairstyle,
  My chest is worried and trembling!
  I am a girl like a timid birch tree,
  I'm afraid to move or breathe!
    
  And what does the fresh wind whisper in your ear?
  The sand crunches under bare feet...
  And there is no one happier than me on the planet,
  When I walk with you into the forest!
    
  Reveal to me, my beloved, a great secret,
  How you managed to bewitch the heart!
  But your face is so sad?
  A fine thread of wrinkles ran across his forehead!
    
  The young man answers me with longing;
  The war will separate you from me for a long time!
  To find us a place in the depths of paradise,
  Satan must be cast into hell!
    
  The slender birch tree nodded in response,
  You are more than just a dear friend to me!
  Although the outcome of the battle may be tearful,
  But with us is God Jesus the shepherd!
    
  Let us dispel the demons of hell - the evil shadows,
  May the groves blossom with greenery!
  Stroke my tanned knees,
  Hug me tighter, my dear!
    
  And he answered as if to a maiden in jest,
  He said under the ringing of spreading branches;
  - And will you wait for me for a year, my dove?
  The temptation of hot cranes is strong!
    
  In response I told him so sternly,
  - I won't stand at the machine as a civilian!
  And I like the military road,
  I want to fight, to defeat the evil ones!
    
  I came to the point and cut down the branches and braids,
  They gave me a new machine gun with a disk!
  Though the grass weeps like pearls of dew,
  Why innocence - became like a soldier!
    
  Because my homeland is dearer to me than anything else,
  The Fatherland burns in the soul above the stars!
  It's not the same feeling as being a lord on the bed,
  And to spend the night with a rifle in a hut!
    
  Victory will come, I firmly believe in it,
  After all, our cause is always right!
  Well, smile more joyfully, guys,
  Believe me, a good fate awaits us!
  The whole clan sang along with them, and the girls shook their heads and clapped their hands. But then their idyll was interrupted, a siren wailed and English planes appeared in the sky! Spitfires tried to attack the supply caravan. ME-109s from the escort convoy bravely rushed towards them. The fiery red Shella even jumped up with joy:
  - Here it is, the battle in the air begins! It will be cool!
  Gertrude excitedly confirmed:
  - Now ours will give them a hard time!
  There were eighteen English Spitfires and fifteen German Messerschmitts, not much difference. Machine guns and aircraft cannons started firing. Shella laughed and pointed her finger:
  - Look how our guys are threshing them! It's beautiful!
  Gertrude said philosophically:
  - In a fight, it is not the strongest who will win, but the one who is mean enough to provoke it and not get involved himself!
  - War is a competition where everyone is disqualified before the start! - Shella supported.
  One of the English Spitfires had already caught fire and was falling, followed by the German one... The battle began to flare up with even greater ferocity. The English planes had machine guns, and the Germans had cannons, some had one 20-millimeter gun, others had three 20-millimeter guns, but there were only two such machines... The speed characteristics and maneuverability are almost the same, perhaps even the ME-109 is lighter and makes turns faster. But the English are not so simple, so three of their fighters rushed towards the transport, not paying attention to the cover fire. The girls inside screamed:
  - Come on, guys, don't let us through! Fire with forced fire!
  Fire-breathing Shella squealed:
  - Fourr! Fourr!
  The Me-323 is a huge transport capable of carrying up to 200 troops, it has six machine guns of defensive armament. They are arranged in a "hedgehog" system and start firing... The fighters fire, and large-caliber bullets pierce the skin and pierce the coating. The warrior girls jump back, squealing like pigs:
  - The bitch has lion cubs.
  One of the girls is hit and is convulsing. A female doctor runs up to her and immediately states:
  - It pierced right through! - And he bandages her. - She calms down and tries to hold back her groans.
  But then the Messerschmitt comes up behind the English fighter, precise shots and it catches fire and falls. The girls roar:
  - Great! This is our guy!
  At that moment the machine gunner covering the fuselage (and he is a man) falls, pierced by a bullet through and through. Gertrude rushes like lightning, clings to the wire and falls, her boots fly off. The young girl, flashing her bare, pink heels in a couple of jumps over the downed bodies, runs up to the machine gun and presses the trigger. Lead spews out of the barrel and the Spitfire loses control, begins to fall into a tailspin.
  The wolf girls squeal with delight and chant:
  - Goal! Goal! Germany vs. Britain, two to zero!
  Gertrude, however, did not manage to shoot down the second fighter, it was destroyed by German pilots. Air battles are fleeting, and having lost more than half of the fighters, the British turned to flight. The score was 11 to 3 in favor of the Germans. The girls exclaimed in response, so joyfully and shook each other's hands. They also praised Gerda, who did not lose her head and recorded the first downed plane, her victim, to her credit! The girl blushed from great excitement and muttered:
  - I didn't even remember myself! Was it something like that? Completely unthinkable! I was like in a trance...
  Shella muttered with a displeased grin:
  - But I can't forgive myself for delaying. I just took it upon myself to slow down!
  Company commander Mercedes consoled Shella:
  - There are still so many battles ahead! Here it is, Africa!
  Shella giggled and quipped:
  - Little children, for nothing in the world, don't go for a walk in Africa! In Africa there are sharks, in Africa there are gorillas, and in Africa there are big crocodiles! But the Great Reich told us - don't worry!
  All the girls laughed in unison. How cool it was...
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  The capital of Tunisia, also has a name, Tunis it is the main base of the Nazis in Africa. Germany's main ally: Mussolini entered the Second World War only on June 17, five days before the capitulation of France. He wanted to "defeat", or rather kick, the already defeated enemy in order to obtain considerable territorial gains. Well, and in the event of Germany's failure, to open a second southern front against the Third Reich himself! The Italian army acted, not very successfully and despite the overwhelming numerical superiority, was able to advance only a few kilometers at the cost of huge losses. But Mussolini did not enter the war very successfully. Later, the Italians fought extremely unsuccessfully. They were beaten in Greece, despite their numerical superiority, in Ethiopia, having almost five times more forces than the British, and in Libya, having lost almost all the territory with oil wells that had already begun to be developed. But Rommel, a young general who had joined the Nazi party before Hitler came to power, launched a powerful counterattack on the British. Moreover, he began the offensive even before the transfer of the main forces, having only ten tanks and fifty trucks disguised as tanks. With a swift attack, the best British general, Calencor, was captured, and almost all of Libya returned to Nazi control. However, the well-fortified fortress of Tolbuk, so ineptly surrendered by the Italians, is still holding out! Rommel has only two hundred tanks, all T-1 and T-2, that is, light, and another two hundred Italian ones are generally machine-gun tankettes weighing 2.7 tons. Of course, with such forces, it is difficult to fight the Matildas: having frontal armor of 78 - millimeters and 70-millimeter "Cromwells". While the front temporarily stabilizes, both sides are accumulating forces ...
  The SS company landed at the airport and immediately the hot African air blew on them. It was summer, June and Africa! The girls, however, tried to hold on and not show that they were hot. And then Mercedes ordered:
  - Let's make a forced march through the desert! And at the same time we'll test sunscreens, you'll jump in bathing suits!
  The girls frowned with displeasure: they were being experimented on again. Although of course, in such heat, a bathing suit is much nicer than a uniform, and even bulletproof vests, which they might also force you to wear.
  The girls quickly changed into their desert-colored bathing suits and began to apply protective cream, which, by the way, should also help them get a tan faster. Gertrude helped Shella apply it, and she helped Gertrude. The redhead noted:
  - This is what Tunisia is like, slums on the outskirts, only in the center there are fifty stone houses and a dozen mosques. I read fairy tales and expected to see magnificent palaces with fountains and gardens among the Arabs!
  Gertrude replied with a sigh:
  - Alas, if only our world were like a fairy tale! Alas, our world is merciless, unfair, treacherous! The flesh groans and suffers in agony!
  Shella continued:
  - But the man is smart, famous for his progress! Even though it seems that God has forgotten him!
  Left in their bathing suits and having rinsed themselves in cool water before applying the cream, the beautiful girls felt some relief. If it wasn't that hot on the plane itself, then it was just hell in the airport and the city. True, other she-wolves had already managed to fight in Greece, where it was warm even in April, but still not as warm as in Africa in the summer.
  After the shower the girls were in leather slippers, but Mercedes ordered:
  - Take another cream and lubricate the soles well! You will be making a forced march across the desert barefoot! What are you blinking about - you understand, so get to work.
  The girls smeared their graceful feet, bare, girlish legs, without much enthusiasm. After all, the sand of the Sahara is almost a red-hot frying pan. True, here it is still close to the coast, and often there are overgrown meadows. But to run with bare soles on stones, gravel, sand, which was heated by the African Sun? This is generally wildness!
  However, the girls are not such sissies, the elite training program includes forced marches for girls from the German Women's Union, often barefoot, and over rough terrain. So, the warriors do not argue! In general, the fascist Germany has a character for various experiments. Hitler is an ardent admirer of Nietzsche's theory of the superman, or man of the future. He must be stronger, faster, smarter and crueler than modern people. A true German soldier must be: strong, fast, seasoned - because he is an Aryan! But the Aryan women who give birth to strong men must themselves be strong women, and strength must be nurtured! Therefore, the most well-prepared girls are intensively trained, tempered, and nurtured! And so their kind, genetically gifted beauties, must undergo extreme hardening in the African deserts: to prove that an Aryan man and woman can handle all trials, and not just the barrier that they cannot overcome - an invincible and brave soldier of the Third Reich!
  And so the company, leaving the military town, runs along the narrow, rocky roads of Tunisia.
  The bare girls' heels are pricked by the black, sharp pebbles of the road, and it burns cruelly. But the lubricant does soften the burns a little, and when you run fast, it doesn't burn so much, although the sun has passed noon and the temperature is at its maximum. However, the grimy Arab children are getting smaller, with black heels, without any cream, and they don't even wrinkle. Apparently they have calluses on their soles. The Arab men look at the almost naked girls in bathing suits, and with developed muscular bodies; their mouths are open, and the women quickly move to the sides, wrapping themselves even more tightly in black burqas.
  And the girls are running; holding machine guns on their shoulders and each one carrying a backpack with supplies and grenades. And that's about twenty kilograms in total... Even if you consider that the girls were physically strong and have been training in Spartan conditions for several years, that's still weight, especially if the heat is over fifty degrees in the shade, and you have to cover a marathon distance.
  Gertrude runs, trying to breathe as correctly as possible, so that her strength would last longer. Although she did not live that long, her last eight years were spent in a special school for the children of the genetic elite. But this does not mean that they lived in comfortable conditions. On the contrary, getting up at five in the morning, pouring an ice-cold shower, hard exercise, an hour-long run and then a couple of hours of work. Then study, before lunch, more training, including combat sparring. Military training, study, training, until ten o'clock, after which lights out. True, they fed well, but they did not give meat, vegetables, fruits, fish, confectionery and sweets, only on the Fuhrer's birthday, Christmas and May 1. There is practically no free time, everything is strictly regulated ... They were trained to be people of the future who were supposed to rule the Earth. Himmler himself, the head of the SS, kept such a program under control.
  What did Gertrude think about the fascists and Hitler? That's what they taught, that Hitler was the greatest genius of all times and nations, an invincible commander and the future ruler of the Earth. And also that he was like the first Aryan Jesus Christ, the viceroy of the Most High God who commanded to conquer this and other cosmic worlds!
  And indeed Germany was winning, and faith in the Fuhrer was growing stronger! But now, she was already practically at war. They were running, the girls brown with grease across the desert, their bare feet were being scorched by the mixture of sand and gravel, and they were already beginning to feel growing fatigue; pain in her calves, back, and dry mouth. But she was a true Aryan, and she would never break! Her heart would sooner burst than she would give in. And it was not the first time for Gertrude, running. She remembered they were making a forced march through the mountains. Barefoot, the girl Gertrude with a submachine gun on her shoulder, ran along the sharp stones of the pass, completely cutting up her soles, so that bloody traces remained on the stones, but she made her way to the end. So, she would give up now? No! And once again no! She would fight to the end, until she had covered the distance. True, she had never run in such heat, but... She had to start somewhere in order to go through the test to the end and believe in the future Victory! And not Germany: she has no doubt about that, but victory over herself!
  It's already getting easier, and a second wind is opening up in the trained lungs... The sun is already leaning towards the sunset and the stifling heat is retreating. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, but it is retreating!
  Red-haired Shella also suffers, but she holds on. She and Gertrude are old friends, even their beds in the girls' barracks were next to each other. They often sparred with each other. Two friends deprived of childhood and early grown-ups. However, life is a struggle, an eternal struggle. And perhaps the greatest tragedy for humanity and for each individual will be when there is nothing to fight for!
  Shella saw Hitler for the first time at a rally; when she was only five years old. He was not yet the Fuhrer of Great Germany, but just one of the opposition politicians. But there was something special: the indescribable charisma of this leader with a small moustache! Shella did not remember what exactly the future Fuhrer was talking about. Adolf Hitler spoke very emotionally, energetically waving his fists, often uttering the words: Great Germany, valor, honor, chivalry, strength, dignity! And the whole crowd simply roared in indescribable delight. And what applause there was. And already then Shella understood that before her was God incarnate!
  That's how she remembered that day! Her parents adored the Fuhrer, long before Hitler came to power. They joined the party in the late twenties, when the Nazis' chances of coming to power seemed illusory, and the Hitlerites got two or three percent of the votes! Well, the Fuhrer was already the Fuhrer and a true leader! But it took a severe crisis that shook all the foundations of society for Germany to find its leader in it. The girl grew up in the harsh conditions of an elite barracks, where she spent eight years, but never once in her soul did she hate the Fuhrer.
  Even when she and her other friends were cruelly flogged with wide (so as not to cut the skin!) belts, or sent to a punishment cell, where they had to push a wheel in front of them. The punishment invented in the SS was also sophisticated. You spin the wheels, and sensors are attached to your body, from which an electric current shoots. The faster you spin it, the weaker the electricity shoots, and when you slow down, the stronger. A kind of mixture of punishment for misdeeds and physical training. They were hardened and trained in the style of ancient Sparta, which was admired by Hitler, his chief policeman, and the executioner of the Third Reich Himmler!
  As the Fuhrer said: "A German boy must endure beatings and get used to cruelty from childhood!" Well, Himmler extended a similar thesis to girls! That's how he liked to quote Nietzsche - cruelty, cruelty, and once again cruelty cementing the nation!
  A distance of fifty or even a little more kilometers had already been covered, a colossal load in such heat and with a load, for such little girls. Gertrude, Shella no longer felt their bodies, they ran like sleepwalkers, feeling something tearing their muscles, and a dull pain in their heads. But now the command follows:
  - Take a step! That's enough for the first time!
  The girls slow down and walk at a fast pace. Their heels start to itch even more. Gertrude whispered to Shella:
  - From hell to purgatory!
  The friend did not agree:
  - From purgatory to heaven!
  The rocky ground ended and the girls' bare, exhausted feet stepped onto the soft, emerald grass. Gertrude exclaimed:
  - And how blissful it is, after the torture of prickly stones and the burning sands of the desert, to walk as if on a natural velvet carpet!
  This time Shella readily agreed:
  - Of course, it really is paradise! After such a tough forced march! But I think it will be even harder.
  When the girls finally came out onto the platform, Mercedes stopped them and ordered them to lie on their backs. She roughly felt the feet of the first ten warriors and said with obvious satisfaction:
  - Charming! And the skin is not peeling, and there are no blisters on the soles. And even the heels are not dusty, they remained pink, as if you just got out of the bath! - Mercedes grew up, paused, and with the speed of lightning threw a dagger. The blade flashed like a sunbeam fluffed from a mirror by a schoolboy, and the tip nailed a large, black scorpion. The SS officer's voice became rougher, and the beautiful features of the girl's face became harsher. - Tomorrow we will run from morning till night. What are you making faces about - are you Aryans or not? If so, then we must endure, those who fall, we will shoot on the spot! On the first, second, count off.
  After the recount, the girls were forced to do push-ups and crunches, and then mercifully sent to bed. You can relax for now.
  . CHAPTER #10.
  Gertrude dreamed that she was a warrior in Attila's army (According to the new teaching of history in the Third Reich, Attila is a German!). Here they are marching on Rome, a huge army of barbarians. And the backbone of this German army is made up of beautiful girls and athletically built young guys. Of approximately equal numbers, they march shoulder to shoulder. In addition to the infantry, there is also cavalry, and some of the fighters are in knightly armor, and others, including athletically built girls, are naked to the waist! And this army is moving like lava from a volcano. Drummers are beating, these are already very small boys in shorts, and the uniform of the Kinder-Jugent, that is, the junior department, the Hitler-Jugent. And buglers are playing, flags with images of dragons and various animals, birds and even reptiles are fluttering! The little drummers are smiling and their drumming becomes more frequent.
  And now spears and centuries of the Roman army appeared ahead. What will happen, what they, barbarians and at the same time bearers of the highest Aryan culture, have dreamed of for so long. Give battle to these inept and lazy Italians and then Ancient Rome will fall!
  Attila, huge and heroically built, like a titan come to life from an ancient Greek statue, commands:
  - To the attack, my valiant sons and daughters!
  The girls and boys rush at the enemy: the drum roll reaches its highest point. Gertrude runs, the bare heels of the girls, green from the grass, flash in front of her and on either side. And here is the giant Attila himself spurring on his fiery red steed. Mighty hooves hit the ground so hard that it begins to shake.
  The Roman troops, without changing their pace, are moving towards them. Here both armies collide with force... A real beautiful battle begins. Gerda, having parried a couple of attacks from a bearded legionary (and she really doesn't like his beard!), deftly plunged her blade into his stomach. The brute fell, and the warrior exclaimed:
  - Men are born to lose, unless of course they are German men!
  The girl rushes at the next opponent. He, using his height and weight advantage, tries to push Gertrude aside. The girl was even surprised at how quickly the combatants broke up into separate islands, and the formation of the legions collapsed. However, this is even to her advantage, she is small, and therefore nimble. She performs the "squirrel tail" technique and ... the blade of the sword cuts the giant's neck. Gerda smiles:
  - A thick, bull-like neck is usually characteristic of people who are not brilliant with a subtle mind!
  However, her powerful rival, still in agony, swung several times, trying to get the insolent winner. Gertrude finished him off, and then rushed at the third, then she noticed that twenty meters away from her, barefoot Shella was fighting two fighters at once. The red-haired friend was being pressed hard. Gertrude was distracted and received a sharp point on the cheek, blood dripping from the cut strip. The girl grinned in response:
  - No, you won't get away with it that easily! A woman can lose to a man in everything except the ability to move him to pity! But I'm not going to use that last one!
  Enraged, Gertrude went on the offensive. Her black opponent (he was a broad-shouldered Moor) slowly backed away.
  Such a nice fight. But it's such a trifle... Just a dream. And here are the ninja girls who carry out the most important task: Storm Gibraltar.
  This is a key fortress. And taking it will allow the Third Reich to transfer significant forces to Africa by the shortest route! Azumi jumps up with her friend Agouti. The English artillery fires at the girls. The beauties throw shells with their bare heels. They play a kind of ping-pong! And what the British artillery sent them is flying back!
  Azumi kicked the projectile away with her bare foot and chirped:
  - I expect a victim at midnight!
  Agouti, in response, shaking her snow-colored hair, cooed:
  - The enemy promises immortality! But he dragged us into Gehenna!
  And both girls, barefoot and deadly, will jump up... Well, who can resist them?
  Azumi took the fan in her bare toes and threw the fan's needles towards the British walls... And it worked. So many explosions and confusion. And the walls burn, and the trenches collapse, and the trenches are erased. And Agouti, this blonde terminator, launches bubbles using her bare toes. And they crush everything. Everything is torn and crushed.
  Azumi jumps wildly, her copper-red hair gives off heat. And everything lights up with the front...
  The girls sang in chorus:
  A fighter is always healthy,
  The fighter is ready for anything!
  And don't stop -
  And don't change legs!
    
  Our faces shine,
  Enemies, run!
  And again they bare their teeth in a fiery smile. And shake their luxurious hips. These are truly terminator girls. And the English retreat before them...
  Gibraltar is under attack, by the hellish magic of the ninja. That which cannot be resisted, and which is trivial, has no equal. These are the female ninjas, that which Japan's enemies dream of in their nightmares.
  Azumi sang out in a rush, chopping:
  - Beauty! Beauty! I'll cut the cat with my sword!
  And how she shakes her fiery hair. And how everything around her flares up and unfolds in a furious flame. And red tongues rise to the top, and scarlet feathers bloom. The fire arises so furious and furious. Neither metal nor stone can withstand such heat.
  Azumi slaps her bare feet on the sand, causing it to melt and turn into glass!
  This fiery girl is so aggressive. And very beautiful, sexy, and almost naked. And this makes her damn attractive. And a very iconic and charismatic figure. And Gibraltar is destroyed under the blows of ninja magic. And the ruins crumble, the English fighters turn into skeletons. There is a total massacre. Only the girls themselves cut the enemies with invisible swords. And their beauty in aggression is amazing!
  Azumi twitches her red hair and chirps:
  - Blood sport and my record!
  The girls started a fight in pairs, waving their swords. And sparkling with their white teeth and pearly ivory smiles. And sending out bolts of destruction. Which sweep away all barriers. And the black soldiers of Britain are engulfed in flames. And the other fighters with them.
  Fires all over the citadel. A picture of dangerous death! And the girls go and sow destruction without any nails or delays.
  German tanks are moving behind the beauties. Obsolete T-4s, which in a modernized version can still fight, and even surpass the "Shermans". More powerful "Panthers", which demonstrate the highest aerobatics when conducting a head-on battle. Somewhat archaic in form, but formidable "Tiger", and on the contrary, quite modern, but too heavy "Lion". The latter tank was very much loved by Hitler, and its production was constantly increasing. The Germans moved after the ninja and almost did not suffer losses.
  And the girls ran to the citadel, their bare feet walked on the flames and glowed, even sparkled.
  Beautiful warriors and bringing death in whole packs... Or even the destruction of total annihilation!
  The surviving Englishmen raised their hands in unison. The British air force was actively being shot down. It had no chance against the ninja. And the bubbles came from the girls' bare feet, and everyone was amazed at their phenomenal power.
  The warriors walked and flew, giving no pause or respite to the English troops.
  Ninja-females passed through fire and water, sending sunbeams. And grinning tanks moved along with them. Some German vehicles were painted, and this made them look much more frightening.
  But the warriors, having passed through the flames, and actively kicking their bare, graceful feet, crossed over to the sea surface. They walked right on the water and whistled songs. Such sparkling and magnificent girls.
  Azumi, jumping on the whitecaps of the waves and emitting bubbles with her bare toes that sank English battleships and ironclads, sang loudly:
  - The Emperor will be reborn, the empire will be born again!
  The blonde terminator let out sunbeams and rushed to the aircraft carrier. She jumped up to it and slashed with a sword. Only fragments flew off the mighty machine. And dozens of planes plopped down at once into the sea, iridescent whitecaps. And they parted with a hiss and gurgle.
  Agouti suddenly started chirping:
  - I am a sparrow and at the same time an eagle! A tough fighter has gained greatness!
  And the blonde terminator will jump out and leap up, and chop the water with her sabers. And the sea surface will boil. And tsunami waves will rise. And everything will split into pieces, and spin in a fiery whirlwind. And it will start jumping up and spinning.
  Azumi, twirling her fiery hair, chirped:
  - Death walks on the waves, you will be very scared!
  And how he tosses a ball with his bare foot, and how he fries and blows up an English cruiser...
  Agouti took it, melted the destroyer with sunbeams, and hissed:
  - Firestorm! Will be more crazy!
  Azumi squealed, baring her teeth and driving a hurricane across the ocean with her bare heel:
  - Above the stars - the torpedo takes off! The home planet will be cooler!
  The fiery terminator girl will howl and bark... And then she will jump up, plop her bare feet... She will raise a wave!
  Agouti this blonde terminator squealed:
  - I'm a deadly beauty! I hit the high-rise like a flamethrower!
  And both girls rushed by, across the sea. And only ashes remained from the British planes.
  And the English prisoners were already lined up. The four warriors: Gerda, Charlotte, Christina, and Magda were right there. And they started to make the captured soldiers kneel and make them kiss the girls' feet. The male prisoners crawled. They kissed Gerda's dusty heel, and sole, and then her bare toes. Then the prisoner crawled on all fours to Charlotte.
  And he also kissed her bare, slightly dusty and oiled feet. Then the Englishman had to do the same and Christina. In conclusion, Magda - the girl with golden hair - substituted her heel and chiseled toes.
  And the others moved as one captive. And also on all fours, and also kissed the bare, dusty feet of the girls. The Aryan warriors deliberately dipped their feet in machine oil so that they would be dirtier and smell of gasoline. Let the men not be so pleased to kiss them, and the sand crunch on their lips.
  And Gerda says maliciously:
  - I'm blonde and I send evil death!
  Charlotte continues with great aplomb:
  - For the Reich to live, your Churchill must die!
  Christina, shoving her bare, dirty feet into the prisoner"s face, hissed:
  - Well, why? Life doesn"t teach you anything!
  Magda continued aggressively, squeezing the Englishman's nose with her bare fingers:
  - Why, why!
  And all four girls burst out laughing... And bared their big teeth! And started to cry...
  Their "Panther" is quite ready for battle. It's twirling its long and powerful barrel. Although the tank's barrel is not thick. And it has already hanged a couple of English officers on it.
  What? They behaved badly!
  Gerda just went and yelled:
  - We'll hang everyone... And where's your Churchill!
  Charlotte confirmed:
  - Gibraltar, double strike!
  . CHAPTER #11.
  The fall of Gibraltar allowed the Nazis to move troops to Morocco over the shortest distance. There was a lull on the Soviet-German front. Stalin agreed to a truce and was accumulating forces. The focus was on developing new types of weapons. First of all, tanks of the IS family and T-34-85. And also LA-7 and Yak-3 aircraft. They were to replace the previous, less sophisticated ones.
  However, now the Germans have a free hand, and the opportunity has appeared to seize everything they can. First of all, of course, Africa. The huge black continent, with its colossal natural and human resources, attracted the fascists. And the Fritzes, of course, really wanted to seize it.
  At the same time, new technology was also being developed in the Third Reich - in particular, the E-series tanks, which were to become the best in the world. So there was a competition of minds and technical innovations. Germany also counted on jet aviation. Which could change a lot in the air battle. Especially considering the lag in this matter of the USA and Britain.
  In this regard, the German submarine fleet was very strong. And it delivered stinging bites to the enemy. Especially since before that, Britain was very much promised ninjas. And what can be done against these warriors?
  The English themselves did not know this. And they were getting more and more lumps from the Third Reich. There was an aggressive promotion of weapons production.
  The Germans were able to launch the "Panther"-2, a real beast of a machine, into series production! This design is good in all respects. In terms of driving characteristics, armament, and armor. At the same time, the weight is not at all prohibitive. Only fifty tons, with the armor and armament of the "Tiger"-2. Of course, it's a good thing.
  The very first car of this type was given to Gerda's crew to try out. And that girls should always be let go first. They really like it. And they captivate entire armies with their beauty. After all, that's what girls are for, so that guys blink their eyes and admire them.
  While "Panther"-2, is driving through Morocco. Here are the troops of the French de Gaulle. There is a battery ahead and Charlotte opens fire.
  Snow-white Gerda chirps:
  - Waves and sand - hit Stalin in the temple!
  Christina corrects her partner:
  - More like Churchill!
  Gerda chirps, pushing the breech of the gun with her bare foot:
  - If Churchill was a jackal, then Stalin is a tiger!
  The girls are shooting at the battery. The frontal armor of the "Panther" is holding up well, but the French guns are silent. A couple more shots and a white flag is thrown out. De Gaulle's soldiers surrender. And they are driven to the camp.
  The warriors start up the Panther again and drive off, honking and bouncing.
  Gerda sings enthusiastically:
  - Oh, it's hot, it's hot, don't fry me!
  Charlotte fires her cannon in response and roars:
  - I"ll sit on the white-maned horse!
  Christina giggled, the tank turned its turret. And fired at the Sherman. The American vehicle sank and burst into flames like a candle. The girls giggled and stuck out their tongues, shouting:
  - "Sherman", "Sherman", where have you been!
  And slapping their bare soles against each other, they roar:
  - I drank vodka over the mountain!
  And beautiful girls - with them everything becomes richer and cooler. And their bodies are muscular. It's hot in the tank, and the girls shine with sweat.
  Christina, stroking her lush bust, says:
  - There's one thing I don't understand... How could we, the highest Aryan nation, sleep through the Russians at Stalingrad!
  Magda sang in response:
  - Leafing through an old notebook... Of an executed general... I tried very hard to understand how you could give yourself up to be torn apart by vandals!
  And the girls slap each other's heads. They are very cheeky beauties.
  Gerda took it and sang with delight:
  - My fate does not spare good...
  Be with fortune, and therefore be kind!
  And the warriors slapped one foot against the other. Magnificent girls. And with a quality mark.
  And they crush all the enemies. Here they came across a "Churchill". A machine with 152 mm frontal armor. And they penetrated it. The Englishman couldn't do anything. Charlotte pressed the trigger with her bare toes and rammed the enemy. Even her thick forehead didn't help.
  The red-haired girl sang:
  - Finnish, Finnish and black caviar... Dinka, Dinka, you took the soldier!
  And the warriors giggle and whisper aggressive words. And who can resist them even in their dreams?
  Gerda bares her teeth and winks. She really wants a muscular young man to be next to her, to touch, stroke, caress her. After all,
  It feels so good. Especially when you get massaged.
  But, alas, what is she dreaming about? We need to fight and kill.
  But she's not just a terminator girl, she's also a human. She wants something human too.
  Gerda asked Charlotte a question:
  - What do you think, if God exists, then how should we treat adultery?
  The fiery devil answered confidently:
  - I think more positively than negatively!
  Gerda giggled and asked for clarification:
  - Why do you think so? And the Bible?
  Charlotte said confidently:
  - Our God is the Fuhrer, not the Bible! And women should give birth to more children for the Fuhrer and Germany!
  Christina readily agreed:
  - And it is possible without marriage!
  Magda giggled and sang, stamping her bare feet:
  - And in principle, a legal marriage,
  We need it for this, we need it for that...
  So that a woman can love,
  No more than one! No more than one!
  Gerda twisted her pretty face and roared:
  - And I would like to have several husbands. That would be so great! Men are good when they are different!
  Charlotte readily agreed:
  - Yes, men should be different! One gets boring! And you want to ride this or that young man!
  Christina burst out laughing and sang:
  - Oh, oh, oh... I want it so much, brothers! To ride a man, a man, a living one!
  Magda giggled and chirped:
  - Not alive, but cool!
  Gerda confirmed:
  - A man with a machine gun! Cool, we'll beat everyone!
  Christina sang in response, shaking her full and beautiful breasts:
  - We want to tell you honestly! We don't look at men anymore!
  Charlotte, that fiery devil, bared her teeth in response and hissed:
  - Why so radical? You can look at it, and even ride it, on a pulsating jade rod! No need to go to extremes!
  Gerda confirmed a similar passage:
  - Of course not! All extremes meet, but it only makes things worse for us!
  Charlotte warned:
  - There are two Shermans ahead.
  Gerda only giggled in response, noting:
  - Nonsense! They are completely safe for us!
  The fiery devil cautiously objected:
  - That's a different story! Excessive self-confidence only does harm!
  Christina chirped back:
  - Not only a sword, not only a whip...
  But the crown needs a tank...
  After all, without the "Panther" two minutes...
  Magda enthusiastically picked up:
  - You can't sit on the throne!
  Gerda continued to chirp enthusiastically in response:
  - "Panther" is formidable in everything...
  The fiery devil confirmed, humming:
  - And created skillfully...
  Christina, humming with aplomb and slapping her feet, continued:
  - And we go into the sacred battle!
  Magda continued with delight, getting more and more excited:
  - I hope Vanya is empty!
  And the warriors sang in chorus, stamping their bare, very seductive and graceful feet:
  It's not for nothing that there is a tank in all kingdoms,
  Respected at all times...
  A tank can be useful in battle,
  And in battle he is Satan himself!
    
  It's not for nothing that there is a tank in all kingdoms,
  Respected at all times...
  A tank can be useful in battle,
  And in battle he is Satan himself!
  Gerda then continued singing, picking up the speed:
  - The designer, cursing the tank, harms his soldiers...
  Charlotte confirmed this. She fired, penetrating the Sherman and began singing with the intensity of a cool diva:
  - After all, if the "Tiger" is unbearable, then retribution will come!
  Magda chirped, swaying, and rammed:
  - Sometimes a tank is scrap metal...
  Christina sang along with force:
  - And sometimes it gets carried away!
  Gerda added with a rush and emphasis:
  - But we'll arrange it, just know the trick...
  Charlotte squealed with frantic rage:
  - We'll come to visit in a tank!
  And the fiery devil knocked out the second Sherman. After which she crowed.
  And the British were already surrendering... The war was going one-sided. As it turned out, German tanks were an order of magnitude better than the British ones. The Churchill had weak armament, and this was its major drawback. And the Sherman was weak in both armament and armour.
  Hitler's troops thus gave themselves a walk. But they owe their success to the ninjas. And against such a force... If the ninjas had taken on the Third Reich, it would not have stood firm either. And they are thrashing the English.
  Azumi and Aguchi decided to capture the best British battleship whole. And they moved along the armored deck, waving their swords. The girls worked very energetically, laughing.
  - We are cheerful girls, like little devils in the sea!
  And they chopped, ten people at a time. And how they chopped... With all the grace of goddesses. And the swords flashed like a propeller. And they chopped off flesh, and tore bones. Real metal that sows death, and chaos, and destruction.
  Azumi cut through a dozen soldiers with one swing and hissed:
  - The shine of a dagger and gold is more interesting, believe me!
  Blonde Terminator Agouti chirped:
  - Ninja is putting on one big game! Ninja is putting on one big game! - The barefoot warriors chirped in unison. - And this game smells of death!
  And the fighting pair took it and hissed, spinning their bodies:
  - No, I won"t cut down a fascist, no, I won"t!
  Flashing their bare, muscular legs, the couple sang:
  - Only sex! I'll make him sleep! I'll make him sleep!
  And the warriors laugh again. But their laughter is martial, and the eardrums of the soldiers of the coalition opposing the girls literally burst. More precisely, the battleship's crew perishes. And the beauties do not take prisoners! It is not in their custom to show mercy and spare anyone!
  Azumi sang enthusiastically, flexing her muscles:
  - I'm bloodthirsty... I'm ruthless! I'm an evil ninja superman!
  Agouti, having finished off the last of the fighters, finished:
  - And we have no problems!
  . CHAPTER #12.
  The African campaign of the Third Reich is probably the biggest of all adventures. But so far successful, and quite attractive. And Hitler himself is quite a character. An odious personality, and the greatest criminal of all times and nations.
  However, in the east, the Germans achieved conquests, captured Kursk, as well as Voroshilovgrad and Krasnodon. All of Ukraine and part of Kuban came under the rule of the Wehrmacht. And at the moment, the fascists are conquering Africa. That is, the Fuhrer is not a fool at all. But a conqueror of many, even with the help of ninjas.
  However, only two girls provided assistance to Germany, and the Third Reich was strong in itself.
  Speer reported to the Fuhrer, happily announcing:
  - The Panther-2 tank has proven itself to be very successful. We were able to compact its layout and, thanks to this, the vehicle has 150-millimeter frontal armor at a steep angle, at forty-five degrees, and 82-millimeter sides, weighing only fifty tons and with a 1,000-horsepower engine. This tank surpasses almost all the vehicles of the anti-German coalition in its mobility. And it also has no equal in frontal protection and armament. Its cross-country ability is quite satisfactory, and it rushes through the desert like an express train.
  Even more promising is the E series. There the vehicles will be invulnerable and the most powerful in armament.
  The Fuhrer gurgled angrily:
  - And what will Sauer say?
  The aviation curator confidently reported:
  - Serial production of the best of the best jet aircraft ME-262 is being launched. It not only has high speed, but also four 30-mm aircraft cannons, as well as rocket projectiles.
  The Fuhrer asked with a sour look:
  - And what about HE-162?
  Sauer confidently reported:
  - Its production is also being developed! More precisely, the control system is being improved. But the fighter will have the best flight characteristics in the world, and will be very light and maneuverable.
  Himmler also wanted to speak, but was met with a cold shoulder.
  Hitler brushed aside the head of the secret police as if he were an annoying fly:
  - The competition should begin! And I've already heard about our superiority!
  First, the girls ran into the arena. Three on each side. The first girls wore red loincloths and narrow strips of cloth on their chests. They held short, straight swords in their hands and a small rectangular shield in their left hand. The beauties had no other clothes or armor, they raked the gravel with their bare, graceful feet.
  The second girls were in blue loincloths, with a strip of fabric barely covering their full breasts. In their hands, short curved sabers, and their left hand was covered by a small round shield. Also beautiful girls.
  I know the Fuhrer's love for naked bodies, girls with a minimum of clothing and developed hips.
  Hitler really loves it when girls fight, and gladiators are selected to suit his taste.
  The Fuhrer makes his bet secretly. He uses a special joystick for this. Computers are already being created in the Third Reich. When scientists from all over the world are put in a concentration camp, they work much more energetically. The first color TV has already been created, and with a huge screen. It shows girls sitting in the stands in close-up. Hitler himself looks through a special device at the ring so that it is easier to see.
  The girls are tanned and, in order to add more charm to their figures and faces, slightly made up. It is necessary to observe the aesthetics of a gladiator fight.
  The herald announces:
  - Team of red poppies, against blue cornflowers!
  The girls are all blondes, but only one is natural, the rest are made up. The command is given, the fight begins.
  The girls collide and begin to hack and slash. Sparks fly from the swords. The color monitor hanging above the German Colosseum shows the most important moments.
  The Fuhrer begins to deliver a speech:
  - The experience of military operations has shown that women are capable of fighting no worse than men! But we must protect the best representatives of the German nation from death on the battlefield. That is why women were not used, at least not en masse, in the Third Reich!
  One of the girls in the blue loincloth was wounded. She dropped to one knee and barely fought off the onslaught of the warrior in red. However, the girl suddenly bowed and suggested that the wounded one stand up. She raised herself and stood unsteadily on her muscular legs.
  Several large Moors were watching the fight. They began to urge the girls on with spears and lit torches - like, fight! A torch poked the warm-hearted girl in the back. Her bra burst, and blisters formed on her muscular back. The girl screamed and desperately threw herself at her unfinished opponent. A few strong blows and the head of the representative of the cornflower team rolled off.
  The girl, having defeated her partner, yells:
  - Long live life!
  After which she rushed to help her partner. It is impossible to resist two angry girls. And the second one, being wounded, falls. Quiets. But the Moor brings a torch to the bare, girlish foot. The girl screams and jumps up again. She gets another wound, staggers and falls.
  And again the black warrior brings the torch to her bare feet. The girl twitches, but is no longer able to stand up. She is beating in agony.
  The Fuhrer looks at the scene with excitement. He likes it when girls' heels are fried. Here comes the finishing blow. The beauty has finally calmed down.
  The crowd rejoices and there are enthusiastic cries.
  Now the girls pounce on their victim in three. Of course, it is impossible to resist such an onslaught. The girl tries to retreat, but the Moors burn her with fire. She rushes forward and runs into two swords at once, which plunge into her chest. And the third hits her stomach. The girl falls, and, bleeding, dies. And the Moors do not miss the opportunity to burn her round heels. Disgusting and cruel. The smell of scorched, tender girl meat spreads throughout the arena.
  Hitler clicks his teeth contentedly and says:
  - My bet is won! Well done girls, bring them the cake!
  Himmler sighs sincerely:
  - It's a pity when representatives of such a fair sex perish. True, all six beauties are half-breeds with an admixture of Jewish, and one of them even has Gypsy blood! It's not so pitiful for such!
  Hitler winced and remarked:
  - Pure Jewish women are rarely beautiful. Although there are exceptions! Of course, it's a pity when everything aesthetic perishes. But for the sake of art, why not. And now maybe...
  Five black warriors were brought into the arena. They were very muscular and oiled. In loincloths and sandals, holding swords and daggers. Magnificent representatives of the African people.
  The Chinese were brought out to meet them. They were also tall, though a little shorter, and muscular. They also wore loincloths and sandals, with swords in their right hands and daggers in their left. Now they had to amuse the Fuhrer.
  Hitler didn't like it when men fought, and so he didn't even place a bet. He was distracted by a conversation with Speer.
  - Is it true, my minister, that the flying discs are completely invulnerable to small arms fire?
  The Imperial Minister of Armaments and Munitions responded cheerfully:
  - During movement, air flows create a laminar stream, which blows away all bullets and shells and, indeed, makes the Belonzi disk invulnerable to any small arms. But it is precisely during movement and flight of the flying disk.
  Hitler narrowed his eyes and remarked:
  - Schauberger promised that with the help of such a device we will fly to Mars and other planets! This is grandiose! The Third Reich will develop until it includes all the inhabited worlds of the universe! And the uninhabited ones too!
  Speer remarked with a smile:
  - It is quite possible, my Fuhrer! Besides, our scientists have already created a reactor using nuclear energy. The question of creating a bomb is now a matter of no more than a year!
  The Fuhrer, scowling, remarked:
  - We don't need the atomic bomb! It's too dirty! We need planes that can fly on nuclear fuel and submarines. And in the future, cold thermonuclear fusion! Which will allow us to fly throughout the galaxy!
  Speer responded enthusiastically:
  - You are so wise, Fuhrer!
  A fierce fight between two squads of gladiators began. The spectacle was certainly fascinating. Moreover, the black and yellow-skinned did not hesitate to use their teeth. And the blood flowed almost immediately.
  Hitler looked at this carnage and thought about something else. He was not very lucky in his childhood, or rather, in his teenage years. When the future Fuhrer was a child, he was the leader and ringleader in his village.
  But when he got to the city gymnasium, he, impudent, brazen, but physically weak, was quickly put in his place. The whole class beat Hitler and almost crippled him. That's why the Fuhrer dropped out of the gymnasium, giving up on a career as an official. And to be honest, his heart wasn't in it. The work of an official, shuffling papers, seemed too boring.
  But the Fuhrer did not like to sit still, he was filled with energy. And he wanted to draw.
  Despite his obvious talent, Hitler was not accepted into the art academy. Not because his drawings were bad, but because of his long tongue. Even then, Adolf did not hide his pronounced antipathy to Jews. That's why he was failed. It's a pity, how many tens of millions of people would have survived if Hitler had become a peaceful artist.
  But what... Adolf lived for some time on his father's pension, and then found himself without any means of subsistence, earning extra money by drawing. And reading various literature, especially occult.
  Possessing a strong memory, Hitler soon acquired considerable erudition. And this despite the fact that he did not even have a secondary education. However, Stalin did not finish seminary either.
  Until the war itself, Hitler was an outcast and a marginal. And during the First World War, he did not make a career, remaining a corporal, although he received as many as four orders.
  Only in politics did the Fuhrer find his calling. And he demonstrated remarkable organizational and oratorical skills. From the very beginning, Hitler gained popularity and strengthened the party. And he himself soon acquired considerable power in the organization. But the Munich putsch ended in failure. And Hitler ended up in prison. In exchange for early release, the Fuhrer was forced to essentially abandon his opposition and make peace with the authorities.
  This initially reduced the Fuhrer's popularity, but the party continued to grow. By 1928, its membership exceeded one hundred and fifty thousand people, which is quite decent by German standards. But the prospects for power were dim. They collected only 2.8 percent in the parliamentary elections.
  But then the Great Depression hit. People became disillusioned with the old parties and wanted something new.
  Hitler played on the humiliation of the German people by the Versailles restrictions, promised mountains of gold to the workers, and pretended to be a leftist. And he managed to convince the poor that he was red, and the rich that he was right! The red color of the flag seduced many. As did the address: comrade in the party!
  By and large, after coming to power, Hitler's policy was leftist. Taxes on oligarchs were sharply raised, and workers received a lot of privileges. Although working hours also increased.
  The Fuhrer's rating soared in the year. Already in the thirtieth year, in the early elections to the Reichstag, he collected 18 percent of the votes, taking second place. Then he managed not to lose the acquired capital, but on the contrary, to strengthen. But the Fuhrer did not win the presidential elections. But he achieved success in the Reichstag, taking first place. Then Hitler was offered the post of chancellor for the first time. The Fuhrer demanded extraordinary powers for himself and will be refused.
  As a result, the Reichstag was dissolved and new elections were held. If Hitler had counted on adding even more, he miscalculated. The people were tired of the fascist propaganda. And the atrocities of the stormtroopers did not add to the popularity of the Nazis.
  . CHAPTER #13.
  Two million votes were lost, and the communists gained significantly. There was a chance that by uniting with the social democrats, they would form a left government. But the communists did not want compromises, and the oligarchs did not yet want the left to come. The Fuhrer received the post of Reich Chancellor. And emergency powers were postponed until better times.
  Then new elections with the use of administrative resources, and with the burning of the Reichstag. There was no complete victory either, but the Nazis collected forty-four percent of the votes, which together with their right-wing allies gave a majority. Then they arrested the communists, appropriating the votes for themselves.
  They managed to persuade the Social Democrats and the President, the Fuhrer received emergency powers. Then new successes - Germany's exit from the crisis, the creation of the Wehrmacht, the return of control over the Rhineland.
  Hitler acted very calculatingly, playing on the fear of Western countries of communism.
  The Fuhrer promised to put an end to the red danger and use the Wehrmacht for a campaign against Russia. And the allies would get some, too. And indeed, Hitler wanted to conquer Russian lands and expand the empire in the east. He was preparing for this. An anti-Comintern pact was signed with Italy and Japan. This alliance was directed against the USSR. Then Germany first provoked a coup in Austria, and then carried out the Anschluss. In the referendum, ninety-nine percent of those who voted for joining Germany were counted. In reality, it was less, but still an overwhelming majority.
  A major victory! But Hitler wanted more! True, the Third Reich was not yet ready for war, and it was necessary to increase the potential by absorbing neutral countries. Czechoslovakia was next. Everything went well. Although Germany almost got into a premature war.
  The USSR's position looked especially dangerous. In general, Stalin was not a reliable partner. Only in Soviet Russia did the official press condemn the Anschluss of Austria. And it was the USSR that offered Czechoslovakia help. However, wanting to strengthen itself first and foremost!
  But the West eventually gave in. Especially since Hitler hinted that war with Russia was just around the corner, and the Third Reich would share territories with them. Poland and Hungary also sided with Germany. It turned out that the war with the Third Reich would be serious. And the economy had grown under the fascists, as had the population. The war promised to be difficult.
  In Munich, Hitler got what he wanted. The Sudetenland remained with Germany - Hungary and Poland received the lands. It would seem that he could go east. The Fuhrer negotiated a joint war of Poland, Hungary, Germany, Italy and Romania with Japan against the USSR. France and Britain could also provide assistance.
  But the Polish Jews intervened. The Night of the Crystal Knives outraged the Zionists. And Poland, where these people controlled the main financial flows, rose up. In addition, Britain, France and the USA also spoke out against Germany. And Hitler himself behaved too brazenly. He occupied both the Czech Republic and Klaipeda. So the position of the West changed.
  While the Fuhrer was thinking, the battle was over. Five Chinese and four blacks lay hacked to pieces. Only one African was barely able to stand on all fours and was also wounded.
  The fight is over! More precisely, the slaughter!
  Hitler coldly ordered:
  - Get rid of him! And let's have a new batch!
  The dead men were hooked. And dragged. After which boys of fourteen or thirteen years old were driven into the arena. There were seven of them on each team. Some in yellow shorts, others in green. And also with swords and daggers.
  To make things more fun, the Moors began to scatter coals on the gravel. The boys tried to step carefully, but they were pushed in the back with the points of spears. One of the teenagers stepped on a coal with his bare foot and screamed. He was hit with a whip.
  The menagerie was betting again. The boys were white. Muscular, and judging by the marks of beatings, they had been beaten with whips more than once. Hitler remarked indifferently:
  - Boys are the least valuable commodity! They are not to be pitied!
  The bugle sounded, and the boys again clashed in a fierce fight. The Fuhrer looked at it more indifferently. And again he remembered his already rather eventful life.
  After relations with Poland became complicated, Stalin proposed to the West to create a coalition against Germany. In this case, the Third Reich could have been extremely difficult. Hitler himself tried to persuade the Poles for some time. At this point, relations between the USSR and Japan became extremely complicated and a limited war began in Manchuria.
  Hitler was inclined to the idea of coming to the aid of the Japanese. But anti-German sentiments prevailed in Poland. Moreover, there were more than two million Jews in that country, and they had enormous influence. And the West incited the Poles against Germany, promising both aid and expansion of lands to the Oder.
  The decision to conclude a non-aggression pact with the USSR was not easy for Hitler. But it was already becoming obvious that Japan was losing and was about to leave the war, and it would be impossible to reach an agreement with the Poles. In addition, the Fuhrer received information about the negotiations between the USSR and the West. The information showed that Russia could throw in nine to ten thousand tanks. And in all of Germany there were only three thousand. Stalin turned out to be stronger than the Fritzes thought.
  So the treaty was signed. Then the Fuhrer, not without hesitation, decided to attack Poland. There was a huge risk that the Wehrmacht would not be satisfied in the West, and Germany would lose the Ruhr. But intuition told him that the Allies would most likely not risk a major offensive. The calculation was justified. Poland, as Hitler had expected, was quickly defeated and all disputes were put to an end.
  And in the west, the French and the English walked about thirty kilometers and stopped.
  Here Hitler hesitated for the first time and entered into negotiations with the French and English. It was dangerous to fight against such a coalition, having the "neutral" Stalin in the rear. The West was outraged by Russia's war against Finland and also wanted to untie its hands. The Fuhrer negotiated, but did not want to give in to Poland. And there were disagreements about the former possessions in France.
  Ultimately, psychics and sorcerers predicted his victory in the West, and the Germans landed in Norway. Then there were successes after successes. Meinstein suggested a brilliant plan, which he, the Fuhrer, appreciated. Some ideas, for example, to use dummies during the landing of troops, belonged to him, Hitler, personally. He, the Fuhrer, had many abilities. A month and a half, and only thirty thousand killed, and the Germans dominate Europe.
  Even Napoleon himself never dreamed of such a triumph!
  Then, however, Britain failed. The Fuhrer himself is to blame! It was necessary to put more pressure on the military industry and force it to produce more aircraft. And there was no need to rush to bomb cities and civilians.
  But never mind, not everything is pancake day. Mussolini's defeats forced us to turn our gaze to the south. Rommel became a kind of Napoleon who brought Egypt to Europe. The Balkans were under the complete control of the Wehrmacht.
  And then the most important and terrible thing began - the war with the Soviet empire.
  The Fuhrer did not even suspect how strong Stalin was. The very first days showed that the USSR had many thousands of tanks, including the newest KV and T-34. And the Russians had many more planes than the Germans. True, if the Luftwaffe's aviation was of higher quality, then in tanks... Germany does not have a decent tank. So we have to fight on unequal terms.
  However, the Soviet command did not act at its best. The Wehrmacht created many cauldrons and destroyed Russia. Even if it was slower than it wanted to do according to the plan. By December, almost four million prisoners had been captured. And the regular Soviet army was destroyed!
  However, the winter turned out to be extremely harsh and prevented the Fritzes from taking Moscow. A great tragedy for the mighty Wehrmacht. And the very successful course of the war went wrong.
  The Fuhrer was distracted from his sad thoughts a little and turned his attention to the arena. Two girls were now fighting there.
  One with a sword and a dagger, the other holding a trident and a net. Both beauties are almost naked, with only a narrow strip of fabric on their hips, and barefoot.
  Here is a warrior with a net throwing it. The female gladiator dodges. And also whistles with her sword in response. Barely touching her rival. She leaves and, waving her trident, tries to break through the net. But the warrior with the sword blocks her way. She stood up and shook her weapon. Proudly raised her head. Both beauties collided. Trident against sword.
  The girl with the sword dodged and hit her opponent in the shoulder with the tip. She in turn hit her thigh with the trident. The strip of fabric burst, and the opponent with the swords was left completely naked.
  The girls dispersed and began to jump up and down. One in a loincloth, the other completely naked. And coals began to fall under the girls' bare feet.
  The Fuhrer giggled - he liked it. Especially since the girls were so muscular and juicy. How he wanted to make shashlik out of them and devour them with relish. Swallowing the tasty meat. Oh, what beautiful girls. And if you also put a hot iron on the bare heel... So that it smelled like shashlik. And with mango juice taste human flesh...
  The Fuhrer bared his teeth. But bad memories came to mind. First, about the Germans suffering terrible losses in the winter. Then the war seemed to have turned to a victorious course. They managed to defeat the Russians in the Crimea, near Kharkov, and Leningrad. But then Japan lost the Battle of Midway, and things became scary again. The probability of opening a second front fell sharply.
  Hitler's hordes reached Grozny, Ordzhonikidze, almost took Stalingrad. But they were defeated. In general, they fell into an obvious trap. The Fuhrer often reproached himself for having so stupidly exposed himself.
  And he did not listen to the intelligence data or his intuition that a huge thrashing was brewing. Stalingrad was a big slap in the face personally to the Fuhrer and his genius. And Meinstein was unable to save Paulus.
  In general, the storming of Stalingrad should be entrusted to Meinstein, who already had successful experience in taking Sevastopol. But Paulus turned out to be a scoundrel. And he didn't even have the courage to commit suicide. A clear coward!
  In the arena, the girls were urged on with lit torches, poking them in their bare backs. The warriors came together again and blood was spraying from them, quite abundantly.
  The warrior with the trident even had her breast cut off with a scarlet nipple. She howled and stabbed three sharp ends straight into the stomach. The girl writhed and groaned, blowing bloody bubbles. Both warriors were seriously wounded.
  And they bled...
  The Fuhrer thought that the German units had bled like this at Stalingrad.
  And he wanted to howl and bark... Hitler even started to wheeze.
  And he began to roar like an elephant;
  The houses are burning and the earth is on fire,
  And soon you will be my princess!
  I'll rip off your clothes and throw you into bed,
  And then I'll build a castle from the bones!
    
  The people will receive a thousand lashes,
  I will surround the capital with gallows!
  I will chase you like pigeons,
  I will make both the boy and the girl a slave!
    
  It will hurt you tightly under me,
  The executioner is my faithful guard, friend, support!
  I am the strongest, I am the coolest,
  I will cover you with grief and shame!
  This is truly the ravings of a madman...
  Both girls were so wounded that they could not bear it any longer and began to writhe in convulsions.
  The Moorish servants burned their bare heels and roared.
  The Fuhrer gurgled:
  - What pain! What pain!
  Bormann hissed with a very satisfied look:
  - Germany against the world: one hundred to zero!
    
  . CHAPTER #14.
  Gertrude, seeing that her opponent, backing away not quite steadily, suddenly jumped, hitting him with her bare foot under the knee. And when the Moor began to fall, the tip of the sword passed between his bronze plates and ribs. Barefoot Shella also began to swing her swords much more energetically. The girls simultaneously squealed like pigs. Although their swords moved differently, they still felt synchronicity. Gertrude grappled with a large Roman warrior, whose helmet turned out to be decorated with peacock feathers. This time she really had a very experienced and strong opponent. His golden stripes also spoke of his experience and merits. Having parried several attacks from the fair-haired girl, the thug, apparently a nobleman, went on the offensive. Gertrude, retreating, whistled:
  - You're not an Italian!
  The formidable patrician replied:
  - And you're just a barefoot slut! Do you think you can hold out against an ancient Roman blade?
  Gertrude retorted:
  - I don"t know about the blade, but you"re bearded and have nothing to resist!
  However, despite all the optimism radiating from the barefoot Gertrude, the girl had to retreat. The Romans brought fresh reserves into the battle, and the girls and boys were increasingly getting wounded or falling stabbed to death. The archer boys, however, tried to shoot over their heads, striking down the approaching cohorts.
  Meanwhile, barefoot Shella carefully laid out another opponent and chopped off the hand of another. The warrior sang:
  - Nuclear sword, wants to cut you! Blazes like a hellish fire, laser beam! But don't think about how to save your life, be faithful to love to the end!
  Gertrude was surprised:
  - And you sing like a real scientist!
  Red-haired Shella sang in her report:
  - It's great when there are pilots in physics, they move their science forward! But the main issues are solved in formation, in formation, in formation!
  Gertrude confirmed, picking up:
  - It's nice to live among fire and smoke! And hear the machine gun rattle! Lead us, Fuhrer, into the invincible battle! Forward, forward, forward!
  Barefoot Shella supported:
  - When shells explode day and night, ranks and orders come faster! Let it thunder furiously over the world - war, war, war!
  Gertrude was inspired, feeling the pulsating energy in her athletic body. And the speed suddenly became like the flapping of a dragonfly's wings. And then the warrior of Ancient Rome missed the jab of the tip in the nose. And he was distracted, and the warrior Gertrude ripped the tendon on his right hand:
  - Don't you dare be rude to a lady!
  The bully, with his peacock feathers twitching his lower lip, answered in frustration:
  - But it was only a joke! But it was only a joke!
  Gertrude mockingly slashed at the weakening hand and replied:
  - Don't joke with the she-wolf!
  And when the Roman hero fell to his knees, the warrior hit him in the chin with her knee. Red-haired Shella approved:
  - Now that's quite in our SS style!
  Gertrude received a sharp point in the shoulder and gasped:
  - What louts you are!
  Fire-bearing Shella advised:
  - Make a mill! And twist the swords faster!
  Here the Roman archers came into action, they were heavily armored, and their weapon was as tall as a man. Of course, the one and a half meter long arrows were too dangerous a weapon against half-naked girls and boys. Attila, apparently realizing that he could not wait any longer, threw the cavalry into the attack, which he personally led into battle.
  This giant was swinging two swords at once, each as long as a knight's tournament spear!
  Gertrude smiled and winked:
  - Here, finally, our handsome man is advancing!
  Barefoot Shella giggled:
  - You have to hit hard and most importantly at the right time! At the moment when the effect from it will be maximum!
  And the big arrows kept falling from above. The girls and boys deftly jumped aside and even cried out:
  - Now that would be our way! You can escape a bullet, and what about an arrow?
  But the arrows did hit some people. And not only the representatives of Attila's German regiments perished, but also, and in large numbers, Roman soldiers from their own gifts. However, the barbarian horsemen, having gone around their ranks, fell upon the enemy infantry. Well, and Attila himself looked simply chic.
  Gertrude kicked away the clingy gentleman:
  - Don't paw, it's not yours!
  Shella the Barefoot shook her head:
  - And the guys here are not bad, although they are not comparable to ours! Our Aryan falcons!
  Gertrude, having slashed the Roman with her sword, agreed:
  - Of course, they are no match! The German power is no match for Rome! We will crush them like a louse and our hand will not tremble!
  Shella confirmed:
  - And even if the sword isn"t made of shit!
  The girls added briskly, twirling their swords into pretzels and singing:
  - We are fighting for a just cause! There are no compromises with a hellish bayonet! The sun will not be covered by clouds! The darkness will not cover the quick dawn!
  At last Attila himself broke through to the archers of Rome. However, judging by their size, these bows were clearly made in Britain. While fighting, Gertrude remembered history. Under Edward III, nicknamed the Great by the English, it was the archers who became the main branch of the army... And some of them were mounted on horses! The superior forces of the French were mercilessly beaten. In general, both the Jungfölling and the League of German Girls did not welcome boasting... The English were considered a dangerous enemy, having conquered more lands than any other nation in the history of planet Earth!
  But now the barbarian horsemen were crushing the archers, cutting them with powerful blows right up to the camp. Gertrude, however, encountered an opponent from China. He was not very tall, but he swung his boots and spurs with agility:
  - The Germans are parasites - they will certainly be beaten! - he roared.
  Gertrude responded with a dagger thrust:
  - The enemy is wrong to think that he managed to knock down the Germans! He who dares attacks in battle, he will beat the enemy furiously!
  Shella picked up:
  - No evil disaster will befall the planet! And in vain the enemy threw his forces into the campaign! We will be able to defeat the enemy in a terrible battle! The darkness will crumble into dust - the time of light will come!
  Gertrude waved again with even greater energy, summing up:
  - A word is not a sparrow, but wordiness turns it into a crow!
  Shella held:
  - When the tongue becomes shallow, a lump in the throat is baked from flour!
  Gertrude, with a powerful, even somehow unfemininely strong blow of her sword, cut off the head of the fighter who had jumped from the left, and then grappled with the Chinese again. The blonde warrior screamed fiercely and loudly:
  - You're lying, you won't take it!
  The Chinese warrior replied:
  - I don"t even need to take you, you"re already in front of me.
  Gertrude giggled in response:
  - The elbow is close, but you can't bite it!
  Here the tip of the sword scratched the girl like a cobra, cutting through the armor plate and revealing her breasts: lush and with crimson nipples. The Chinese roared sadly:
  - And now all you have to do is pray! Which church do you prefer: Catholic or Evangelical?
  Gertrude replied angrily:
  - The difference between a church and a prostitute is that bliss is always postponed for later!
  The Chinese man bared his crooked teeth:
  - And your sense of humor hasn't changed! Oh, girl, how I feel sorry for crippling such beauty as yours!
  Gertrude bared her teeth:
  - I don't feel sorry! Actually, I feel sorry for the bee, and the bee is on the tree, and the tree is in the forest! Where the forest is - right on your nose!
  The Chinese man growled in response:
  - Germany has many enemies!
  Gertrude retorted cleverly:
  - Too many cooks spoil the porridge!
  After another attack from the narrow-eyed warrior, a bloody streak remained on the girl's chest. Gertrude gasped and retreated. The Chinese growled:
  - And here you are!
  The girl answered calmly:
  - Those who don't get their brains punched will never get smarter! Brains are like a wallet, you need to get something to fill them!
  The Chinese man snapped:
  - Well, you love sophistry! This is the first time I've seen such an educated and erudite girl. You know, maybe it would be better for you to join the army of Great Rome. Here, any person, regardless of nationality, can take the highest position under the emperor!
  Gertrude objected:
  - Better to die than to betray!
  The narrow-eyed warrior noted:
  - This is not reasonable, look, our cavalry is going into battle... And when you are captured, you will literally howl in pain on the rack!
  Gertrude replied coolly:
  - It's better to hit once calmly than to scream a hundred times!
  But alas, it seems the Chinese are right, thousands of Roman horsemen led by the emperor himself (his armor seems to be covered with a crust of diamonds, rubies and emeralds!), rush towards the army of barbarians. However, Attila's horsemen have already managed to kill most of the enemy archers, the boys of the barbarian army themselves began to intensively send arrows into the enemy ranks. Desperately chopping barefoot Shella encouraged her partner:
  - Don't give up, Gertrude! Don't give in to his promises! Better pull yourself together and win decisively!
  Attila and his warriors crashed into the Roman line. His giant swords, like propeller blades, whipped up a bloody mixer. And the brute himself went forward, trying to break through to the emperor.
  Gertrude philosophically remarked:
  - If you want to become a shepherd of the flock, don"t be a sheep!
  Fire-Blazing Shella agreed:
  -Every sheep wants to become a shepherd, while the wolf is far away and the rifle is nearby!
  Here Gertrude received another wound to the stomach. The girl retreated again. Her bare foot suddenly stood on the tip of the protruding dagger and Gertrude squeaked:
  - Ouch, oh, oh! It hurts so much!
  Barefoot Shella herself had already received several wounds and retreated. The warrior shouted:
  - Save your strength, the Romans won"t be able to withstand a long battle!
  But the barbarians were really having a hard time. More and more Roman troops were joining the battle. Horsemen in golden armor rushed into a fierce battle. Banners with wolf heads fluttered above them. And in front of them rushed a hero, perhaps even larger than Attila. The Romans even tried to envelop the barbarian army from the flanks, sending two mighty regiments with spears and bronze armor around the main place of the battle. Gertrude pleaded:
  - We are running out of strength, we are about to lose!
  Shella suggested:
  - And you sing in response! Song helps us build and live! To the drum under the red banner on a campaign! And he who marches through life with a song; he will never be lost anywhere!
  Both girls began to sing in unison, and despite their injuries, their voices were like trumpets:
  There is such a calling for soldiers,
  This is not a profession, not a title!
  Even if sometimes the machine gun is a hundred pounds,
  No, not a march, but a torment of the flesh!
    
  But we go forward, taking a step forward,
  Because we serve the Fatherland!
  Believe me, the evil enemy will be defeated,
  To have fun in life!
    
  We were taught almost from the cradle,
  Fight for the Fatherland with courage!
  Swords used to be made of steel,
  And now an RPG in a sturdy backpack!
    
  We will not retreat, not a single step back,
  At least we'll cover the graves with our bodies!
  We will mow down a row of enemies,
  May the Almighty give us strength!
    
  Tanks are rushing, planes are flying,
  Bombs are falling and shells are exploding!
  Don't treat us like nasty puppies,
  The soldiers have become hardened!
    
  Here is a comrade who died as a hero,
  You can't put anything under the cross!
  Often people play with fate,
  But they will love stronger - believe me!
    
  Even in a battle where they nail you hard,
  Let us remember our illustrious ancestors!
  How we went to Rome a long time ago,
  Why not eat scraps in vile slavery!
    
  There was no time for us to bow down,
  Don't bring our world to its knees!
  We are gyrfalcons, we hunt the game ourselves,
  Representatives of all generations!
    
  Here is an effort and a throw,
  We can already see the enemy, he's shaking slightly!
  The bullet almost grazed his temple,
  Our Sun has darkened before our eyes!
    
  But we rose up and went on the attack,
  We crush the vile ones with bayonets and rifle butts!
  We will burn out the Fritzes, if necessary with fire,
  Our fighter has become priceless - just a treasure!
  . CHAPTER #15.
  The girl had barely finished singing when Attila's blow fell the Roman army's chief warrior in golden armor. The inspired girl had cut down the Chinese even earlier, and now she pounced on the infantry commander's representative. She entered into battle with a real, one-eyed giant and even began to push him back, waving her sword:
  - You monster won't be able to cope with us! Because we are Germans!
  The brute replied rudely:
  - Germans are bastards! A nation of cripples!
  Gertrude was seriously angry:
  - No! We Germans are a priori a nation of great warriors. The nation that is used to winning and not bending before anyone!
  The giant curled his lip and immediately received a sword point in the throat. A fountain of grumbling erupted from the bull's neck... He staggered and immediately received a shot under the heart... Gertrude exclaimed:
  - Heroism has no age!
  Barefoot Shella encouraged her friend:
  - That's right, crush them harder, my dear... The onslaught will be even faster!
  At that moment, one of the barefoot boy archers felled the Roman emperor with a well-aimed shot. And he had to hit the arrow right in the eye!
  Gertrude grinned and sang:
  - Wow! Right on target!
  Fire-Bright Shella twirled her finger at her temple:
  - What! It's better to hit once than curse a hundred times! Well, now the enemy will run away!
  Gertrude, having cut down another warrior, confirmed:
  - The enemy will tremble with fear and run away jumping!
  Indeed, the Roman ranks wavered and began to give in. In general, when an army turns to flight, it is terrifying. Even if it is such a disciplined army as that of Ancient Rome. It is not for nothing that Genghis Khan, if one dozen fled, ordered the execution of a whole hundred... Although the veracity of the latter order is questioned, whether it is an invention of historians. Even in Rome, every tenth person was executed during flight. Flashing their bare legs, the girls and boys rushed to pursue the enemy. And the bugles began to play...
  Gertrude woke up, jumping up abruptly, the girls quickly lined up. They washed, brushed their teeth and again lubricated themselves with protective creams with a forced march through the desert. So they barefoot in only bathing suits and rushed through the sandy hell.
  The Arab children pointed at them in surprise and whistled:
  - Deutsche Akbar!
  Gertrude looked back and gazed longingly at the receding palm trees, after which she whispered to the bare-legged Shella:
  - Back in hell!
  The red-haired diva replied with a smile:
  - All people are sinners, and hell is the natural state of sinners!
  Gertrude winked back:
  - A person cannot help but sin!
  Barefoot Shella nodded her fiery hair and began to explain as she ran:
  - I agree! I agree a thousand times! In general, sin is a relative and purely human concept. For example, if we take the morality of the ancient world, then in it, what was good was what was good for both the person himself and his tribe-clan. For example, adultery was considered a good thing, not a sin!
  Gertrude readily agreed:
  - True! The Fuhrer himself believes that it is better for a woman to become pregnant from a war hero than from her own, far from always valiant, husband. Especially if the husband also has signs of harmful, impure blood.
  Mercedes shouted at the girls:
  - Save your breath, girls, this time we'll run until we drop!
  Gertrude smiled back:
  - You can get tired, but you can't become exhausted.
  The girls ran for half an hour in silence, and then the fiery Shella whispered:
  -Do you know what a strange dream I had, girlfriend?
  Gertrude was surprised:
  - Yes, I admit it to me too! Why?
  Fire-Blazing Shella grinned and replied:
  - Nothing! It was like a dream, as if I was a warrior in the army of the great barbarian Attila. And we fought with the warriors of Ancient Rome. And everything was so beautiful and cruel at the same time...
  Gertrude giggled in response:
  - You know, I dreamed exactly that too! It was even a kind of amazing coincidence. I saw you in my dream!
  Barefoot Shella winked back:
  - And I you! You fought well, although the narrow-eyed and yellow-faced warrior almost killed you!
  This time Gertrude was seriously surprised:
  - It can't be! It's not possible for two people to see the same dream at the same time?
  Fire-Bright Shella objected:
  - If the flu is a collective illness, then the dream can be the same. It's just a matter of course! I heard that in the Thule society there are special mediums who take a potion and breathe in herbal infusions, and then immerse themselves in visions! And they are quite successful in being prophets!
  Gertrude, jumping over the cobblestone, agreed:
  - Of course! In principle, the gift of prophecy does not require supernatural powers, there may simply be quite material and as yet unsolved physical laws in nature. But what is this dream for?
  Fire-Bright Shell shrugged and replied:
  - I don't know! Maybe it means that the Third Reich will defeat Britain and the US, which stands behind Leo, or... We can guess for a long time!
  Gertrude wanted to say something, when suddenly her ear caught the still audible noise of engines. Despite the distance, it was obvious that the engines of the planes were making noise, and that they were getting significantly closer... The powerful Mercedes commanded:
  - What about stage two of the exercise: camouflage?
  The girls stopped, pulled out camouflage raincoats from their backpacks, painted to match the desert color. Then they began to dig in quickly, while it was not noticeable from above, which was unnatural. Here Gertrude thanked fate that they had both weapons and entrenching shovels. Otherwise, the girls in the desert could have become easy prey for British attack aircraft or dive bombers. Fire-breathing Shella, scraping the sand with her bare foot, said:
  - It looks like we'll have to smell gunpowder, even in Tunisia... The Lord works in mysterious ways!
  Gertrude retorted with a sly look:
  - Lack of precise knowledge is always bad, with one exception, when it comes to the plans of the Almighty!
  Two dozen English planes flew over the camouflaged girls, they probably didn't notice anything, and were already beginning to disappear over the horizon, when suddenly new suspicious sounds were heard. Mercedes commanded:
  - Everyone lie down and don't move!
  The girls froze, they were waiting for something. And then light transporters and trucks appeared from behind the dune. Judging by their design, they were of English and American manufacture. They were slowly moving towards the capital of Tunisia. Mercedes was a little confused. She thought that the front line was still far away, which meant that the English would not have time to show up. Or rather, they should not show up. And here comes a whole column. Although, perhaps, less than a battalion... Who are these, some kind of combat group, having bypassed the desert, by no means a continuous front, wants to rummage around in the rear. It seems logical, although with equipment they are easy to spot in the desert. In any case, they need to tell their people by radio, and not open fire. Especially since there are only a hundred of them, and more than three hundred English!
  Gertrude whispered to the barefoot Shella:
  - Here they are, the English! This is the first time I've seen them so close!
  The red-haired friend, also quite nervous, answered:
  - Nothing special! And there are so many blacks among them!
  Indeed, no less than half of the English were black. And the column moved slowly, and the blacks were still howling something... They were getting closer and closer...
  Here the nerves of one of the girls could not stand it, and she fired a submachine gun. At the same second the other warriors opened fire, and Mercedes belatedly shouted:
  - Fire!
  Several dozen Englishmen were mown down at once, one of the trucks burst into flames. The remaining Englishmen opened fire indiscriminately. Mercedes, seizing the moment, yelled:
  - Throw offensive grenades in unison!
  Girls from the elite SS battalion "She-wolves" throw grenades far and accurately. And that they have been trained since childhood, and also went through special methods. This is when you train with electricity, if you hesitate a little with the throw, you get zapped. Gertrude and barefoot Shella threw their gifts. And the English somersaulted and upside down... It's funny. They shoot randomly, and the blacks also scream in an incomprehensible language. They are definitely scumbags...
  And Gertrude shoots and throws, and at the same time sings:
  - In the pupils of the SS a nightmare! One jump - one blow! We are she-wolves - our method is simple! We do not like to drag the cat by the tail!
  Fire-Blazing Shella also growls in response. The bullets she fires shatter skulls into pieces. Or they knock out eyes. Here is one frightened black man, how he plunges a bayonet into the side of his fair-haired partner. He spits blood in response. Barefoot Shella sings along:
  - Angels of the starry dark hell! It seems that everything in the universe will be destroyed! You must fly into the sky like a fast falcon! To save your soul from destruction!
  The English are acting disorganized, most of them are colonial soldiers: blacks and Indians, Arabs. They: sometimes fall, frozen, sometimes, on the contrary, jump up sharply and start running around like mad rabbits. However, the girls shoot accurately, and the grenades, although the fragments do not fly far, but densely! Now there are few enemies left. Mercedes screams in English, her voice is so deafeningly loud that you don"t even need a megaphone:
  - Surrender and we will spare your lives! In captivity you will have good food, wine and sex!
  It worked instantly and now they are giving up... Hands up and...
  They collected fifty prisoners, half of them wounded. Madeleine commanded:
  - Finish off the wounded!
  The "she-wolves" unceremoniously shot those who couldn't stand on their feet in the temples, and loaded the rest into cars and drove them to the nearest base.
  After the hot sand of the desert, Gertrude's bare feet are very pleased to feel the soft rubber. She even moans blissfully... American trucks are very comfortable and do not shake during the trip. Having won, the girls are cheerful. Charlotte asked Gerda:
  - How many have you killed?
  The girl shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment:
  - I don't know? I wasn't the only one who shot... But I think there were a lot!
  Barefoot Shella counted:
  - There are a hundred of us, I killed about three hundred, that means three per brother, that is, per sister! An impressive start to the war!
  Gertrude waved her hand indifferently:
  - It's not that important to me! The main thing is that not a single friend died. Although this is of course statistics, three hundred enemies were destroyed, and on our side only two wolf warriors were lightly wounded. I'm even surprised that we haven't captured Africa entirely yet, with such warriors.
  Barefoot Shella immediately spoiled the mood:
  - But we lost to these unfortunate warriors in 1918!
  Gertrude angrily shook her fair head, which looked as if it was sprinkled with New Year's snow:
  - It's because of betrayal! But in reality, we were closer to victory than ever before, and it was obvious to anyone who wasn't blind! Alas, we were stopped!
  . CHAPTER #16.
  Fire-Bright Shella agreed, deftly scratching her bare toes behind her left ear:
  - Yes, betrayal, sabotage, military incompetence... But we still broke the Russians, forcing them to surrender in 1918! Oh, it would be nice to take a walk across the expanses of Russia, it's cool there, but here it's hot!
  Gertrude giggled cheerfully:
  - But in Russia there are such severe frosts... But when I ran barefoot in the snow in the mountains, I know what torture it is.
  Barefoot Shella bared her teeth:
  - Little Gertrude runs barefoot through the burning snow... It's symbolic, like in a fairy tale... A fairy tale about a pure, still childish and not at all selfish...
  Gertrude winked playfully at her friend:
  - Is this like our visit to the Fuhrer?
  Fire Shella confirmed:
  - Almost! We're just riding, not running barefoot on the hot desert sand. And after the victory, too.
  The tied up black man muttered in German:
  - Terrible angels, I am ready to serve you! You are a goddess, I am your slave!
  Red-haired Shella stroked the black prisoner's brown curly hair with her slightly roughened foot:
  - You negroes are slaves by nature! This is, of course, on the one hand good, someone has to toil from dawn to dusk, do the dirty work... But a slave by nature, a vile nature, is a traitor and cannot be trusted with a weapon. We Germans, in turn, are the most cultured and highly organized nation on Earth. A great nation of warriors, and it is not for nothing that German mercenaries served in all European armies and even in Russia, most often in command positions!
  Gertrude said fiercely:
  - Yes, you will serve us as a slave. We have special zoos for blacks. And all you have to do for now is...
  Fire-Bearing Shella suggested:
  - Let him kiss our legs.
  Gertrude shook her head vigorously:
  "I don"t know how it is, but it is disgusting if the Aryan"s pure skin touches the lips of the stinky Niger."
  Barefoot Shella disagreed:
  - No! On the contrary, I would have liked it. Well, look...
  The fiery red-haired beauty thrust her foot at the black man. He enthusiastically began to kiss the long, even, chiseled fingers of the goddess. And the girl only smiled tenderly in response, the black man's thick lips tickling her tanned skin. Now the captive's tongue ran over the girl's elastic, slightly dusty foot. It's nice after all when you humiliate a strong, almost two-meter man.
  Gertrude was surprised:
  - It's strange, aren't you disgusted?
  Fire-Bright Shell smiled:
  - No! Why should I be disgusted?
  Gertrude preferred to remain silent: why should she interfere in her friend's affairs? In fact, they were brought up to believe that a German woman should not only be a warrior, but also a loving, gentle wife and a healthy mother. But she herself had not yet thought about guys, perhaps due to heavy physical work, or simply had not yet found her partner. However, barefoot Shelle seemed to be tired of this. She hit the black man on the nose with her ankle, so hard that the juice flowed, and suggested to Gertrude:
  - Maybe we should sing?
  Gertrude nodded:
  - Of course, let's sing! Otherwise it becomes sad!
  The girls started singing, and their friends joined in, so that the song flowed like a waterfall:
  My dear, I'm walking out of the thicket,
  Concealing unearthly sadness!
  And the cold, burning and icy,
  Pierced the broken motive!
    
  Bare feet in the snow,
  The girls are going white!
  The blizzards roar like angry wolves,
  Tearing off flocks of little birds!
    
  But the girl knows no fear,
  She is a fighter of mighty forces!
  The shirt barely covered the flesh,
  We will definitely win!
    
  Our warrior is the most seasoned,
  You can't bend it with a sledgehammer!
  Here the maples are moving gently,
  Snowflakes are falling on my chest!
    
  It is not our custom to be afraid,
  Don't you dare shiver from the cold!
  The enemy is fat and has a bull's neck,
  It's sticky, disgusting like glue!
    
  The people have such strength,
  What a rite the holy one has done!
  For us both faith and nature,
  The result will be victorious!
    
  Christ inspires the Fatherland,
  Tells us to fight to the end!
  To make the planet a paradise,
  May all hearts be brave!
    
  People will soon be happy,
  Let life sometimes be a heavy cross!
  The bullets are cruelly deadly,
  But he who fell has already risen!
    
  Science gives us immortality,
  And the minds of the fallen will return to the ranks!
  But if we chicken out, believe me,
  The opponent will immediately screw up the score!
    
  So at least pray to God,
  No need to be lazy, away with laziness!
  The Judge Almighty is very strict,
  Although it can sometimes help!
    
  My homeland is dearer to me than anything else,
  Holy, wise country!
  Hold the reins tighter, our leader,
  The Motherland is born to blossom!
  The girls from the elite SS battalion "She-wolves" sang so beautifully, and the words were heartfelt. In general, a stereotype has developed that an SS man means an executioner! But this is not true. Of course, there were special punitive units, most often as part of security divisions, which carried out special operations, but most SS divisions were simply the elite guard of the Wehrmacht. In general, it must be said that the red, totalitarian propaganda is not the most reliable source of information about the Second World War. After all, it is clear that the communist leaders of Agitprop could not help but be unbiased and objectively cover the events. So, it is difficult to reliably judge where the real truth was, about the atrocities of the fascists, and where fiction. In any case, those who are seriously engaged in historical research are forced to admit that not every SS soldier is an executioner and a monster. In addition, before the attack on the USSR; The Nazis generally behaved tolerantly in the occupied territories; Western sources do not indicate any mass atrocities or reprisals.
  And now the girls helped the captives get out of the cars; they patted the timid men on the broad shoulders in a friendly manner. After which the girls were invited to have a snack...
  The dinner was modest, but they shot a zebra in the desert and each girl got a shashlik cooked in Arabic style. In general, the Arabs, at least outwardly, were friendly and those who knew German even tried to joke or gently stroke the girls' legs.
  Gertrude pushed away the clinging Arab and declared:
  - I'm not for you!
  Barefoot Shella followed her example:
  - Get yourself a harem!
  Gertrude, smiling, suggested:
  - Now tell me, cool Shella, what would you do if you became the wife of the Sultan?
  The red-haired friend noted doubtfully:
  - This is actually a questionable happiness... Although it also depends on the wife, what kind of sultan. If the great Ottoman Empire was in its heyday, then... It would even be very good... I would reform the Turkish army, improve the weapons... And probably first I would turn my gaze to the east.
  Gertrude agreed:
  - That's right! But it's a shame for Turkey that even in its heyday it couldn't conquer Iran. That was quite realistic, especially since the Persian army was backward. I wonder, the great Fuhrer, what decision will he make: conquer Turkey, or include it in his coalition, throwing the Ottomans a bone, including some not very valuable Iranian lands?
  Fire-Blazing Shella shrugged her shoulders in bewilderment:
  - I don't know! Actually, there have been rumors lately that we will go against the USSR again... They say that we really need Russia's riches and the fertile lands of Ukraine!
  Gertrude picked up a mug of tea with the toes of her bare foot and quite deftly lifted it to her chin, pouring the brown liquid into herself. The girl managed to talk all the while:
  - Ukraine has very rich, fertile lands. Under the wise German leadership, and with our high culture of agriculture, they will give record harvests. And then our bread will be cheaper than water. And it will be good for the Ukrainians themselves, because the Soviet government is simply robbing them, forcing them to starve!
  Fire-Blazing Shell nodded:
  - We will teach these Slavs our great German culture! We will enlighten them!
  Here the conversation was interrupted by rude shouts, the time for rest was over.
  But after dinner the girls were lined up again and forced to make a forced march across the desert. After eating it was hard to run and the girls even moaned slightly, until their bodies warmed up. And so they ran like jerboas.
  Meanwhile, SS Colonel Dess was secretly sending a new coded note to the British. Why would Dess betray the Third Reich, risking being sent to the Gestapo? He had the money, a decent salary, plus the spoils of war, what else could he want? But there are people who have a natural tendency to betray. They just get high when they betray, and go crazy like they're high on weed. And now Dess was scribbling to the British about the transfer of new troops and the appearance of additional aircraft. And also what he knew about the arrival times of the German troops. Of course, he sometimes felt ashamed that his comrades were dying because of him, and he was afraid of possible exposure... But perhaps it was too late for him to retreat, unless the Third Reich lost, then... Lately, there had been persistent rumors about an operation being prepared in the east. And not only rumors, troops were being transferred to Poland and Romania, especially tanks. Although the prestige of the Russian army was not particularly high, it was the attack of the Tsarist Russian army that disrupted the blitzkrieg in 1914. In addition, Soviet volunteers fought well in Spain, or the attack of the tank fist in Manchuria. The probability that the Wehrmacht would get bogged down there and would not make it before winter was quite high. And Britain and the USA would have time to deploy forces. However, it is possible that the USSR would not hold out until winter, especially if the attack on it was sudden, and the Russians would not have time to take measures to repel the aggression. And Japan would also help...
  . CHAPTER #17.
  Having given away the secrets, Dess lit up, taking American cigarettes out of a pack. Although it was not his secret account in the Swiss bank and a tidy sum had arrived, he was already poor. In particular, one of the sheikhs had hidden a stash of gold and stones. An Arab informant had given them one of the sheikh's servants, who might have known that his boss had hidden the treasures. It would not hurt to question the prisoner in more detail, what and how, if of course he knew.
  And Dess headed for the torture chamber, soon joined by the Arab informant. Dess winked slyly at him:
  - Well, we have a clue.
  The SS casemate was richly equipped. There was even a dynamo for electric torture. And here they brought the prisoner. Dess saw him and let out a whistle of disappointment: an ordinary Arab boy, hardly older than fourteen. Dark, thin, but trying to look straight ahead and not show fear. However, curious boys, as a rule, can know a lot, having overheard the secrets of adults. Dess, experiencing a shortage of time, commanded:
  - Put the Arab boy on the rack!
  The boy's already rather tattered servant's suit was quickly torn off. And just like that, naked, he was hoisted onto the rack. The bracelets were locked on the boy's hands, and they began to pull his arms out from behind. The little Arab began to bend over, his bare feet were squeezed into the stocks with the weight. The boy groaned, the joints in his shoulders turned, the boy began to breathe heavily. Dess asked roughly:
  - What's your name, puppy?
  The translator repeated in Arabic.
  - Ali! - the boy squeezed out in a trembling voice.
  Dess said more kindly:
  - Tell me where your master hid the treasure. If you tell, you will receive a high reward, we will make you a sheikh ourselves. If not, we will torture you until you give up the ghost.
  The boy babbled:
  - I don't know anything!
  Dess smiled wryly.
  - I don't believe it! That a boy with such a sly face didn't know anything. Well, why don't you give us the pleasure yourself?
  A huge SS man took a leather whip with stars on it from the wall. A doctor in a white coat and apron, who was specially present, approached the boy and placed his palm on the right side of his chest. He listened to his pulse and, smiling, said:
  - He has an unusually healthy heart. He can endure a lot, but he is very patient. He can be a tough nut to crack.
  Dess chuckled mockingly:
  - All the better... Although I'll have to work.
  The SS executioner and part-time traitor dealt a strong blow to the sinewy back of the teenage Arab. A bloody streak appeared, the boy began to breathe heavily, his face twisted, but he suppressed the escaping groan. Dess hit again, he grinned disgustingly and grinned carnivorously. In fact, many people enjoy torture... Maybe it is also connected with the animal instinct of wanting to show their superiority, that you are a superman, and the victim is shit. Friedrich Nietzsche believed that the superman of the future "happy" world would be distinguished by much greater cruelty both to others and to himself. Dess was not very frisky in terms of cruelty to himself, but to others...
  The blows followed blow after blow, the boy's skinny but sinewy back turned into a bloody mess, then the whip began to walk along his legs. To Ali's credit, although he began to moan quietly towards the end, he managed to hold back loud screams. Dess stopped the spanking and mockingly asked:
  - Do you like the German bath?
  The beaten boy groaned:
  - No!
  The SS Colonel asked in the sweetest tone:
  - If you want to give away the secret, do it now. Otherwise we'll cripple you, and you won't be able to serve in the SS anymore.
  Ali found the courage to answer:
  - I won't tell you anything! I swore in the name of Allah!
  Dess grinned fox-like:
  - Let's continue! You will give us pleasure. What should we use now?
  The sadistic doctor suggested:
  - A brazier! This torture is also good because it can be used in combination with others.
  Dess chuckled nastily:
  - Of course, a brazier! Now we'll gently fry some heels.
  The SS colonel did not disdain and began to smear palm oil, which had already gone rancid, on the boy's rough soles, which had been washed clean of dust by the torturer's assistants before the torture. The doctor nodded approvingly:
  - This way the feet won"t burn right away, and we can prolong the tortured person"s "heavenly pleasure" for a long time!
  Then two Arab assistants brought out a brazier equipped with automatic control, placing it about half a meter from the bare feet of a dark, pretty boy. Then Dess personally began to light the fire.
  Tongues of flame ran rapaciously across the coal briquettes. The boy wheezed and began jerking his head convulsively...
  SS Colonel Dess said mockingly:
  - Well, boy... Do you want to make your lot easier? Tell us where the sheikh's treasures are hidden. We will not remain in debt, you yourself will become a noble sheikh.
  Ali twitched convulsively. There were many nerve endings on his bare heels, and fire was a cruel pain. The smell of burning was getting stronger and stronger in the air. The boy wheezed more and more loudly, sweat and tears were running down his cheeks:
  - I don't know... I don't know...
  Dess snapped his fingers in the air:
  - Don't lie, I can see right through a lie! Especially since you said yourself that you won't tell. We'll torture you to death and...
  Ali sucked in and pulled out his skinny, but rather muscular stomach. He tried to hold back his cries, so as not to show that he was in pain, but his treacherous body did not want to endure it. Tears flowed from his eyes involuntarily, and the Arab boy was ashamed that he was crying like a girl. But, alas, he was unable to stop the tears and moans, although a trickle of blood flowed from his convulsively bitten lip. Dess, meanwhile, in order to increase the pain, took the pliers with red-hot ends and took hold of the boy's skinny rib. He carefully squeezed it with his strong paws and began to twist. Ali groaned much louder, the pain was unbearable, from his throat burst:
  - No! Please, no!
  Dess smiled crookedly, in an Asian way, and asked:
  - Will you tell me? Now you will tell me.
  The boys shook their heads and groaned, spitting blood:
  - No! I won't tell!
  Dess suddenly spoke again, gently and ingratiatingly:
  - Well, why should you die at such a young age? For what? Look how wonderful life is, how nice it is to breathe fresh air and love girls. And your disfigured corpse will lie in the garbage and the bones will be carried off by jackals.
  - But the soul will go to Jilga! - Ali squeezed out.
  The colonel grinned predatorily:
  - No! We will wrap your corpse in pig skins and the hellish underworld will await you as a desecrated person!
  Here the boys really started crying:
  - No! Please, no!
  Dess growled menacingly:
  - Speak...
  Ali replied with a groan:
  - It's not that easy to explain. I have to show you this place myself.
  The colonel wrinkled his broad, but not at all low forehead. Perhaps the boy only wanted to gain time and try to escape. In that case, it would only distract them from other, even less profitable, matters. But on the other hand... Dess roared:
  - Good! Take him off the rack, but chain his leg and put a block on his neck so he doesn't escape! Let's check this puppy for lice!
  When the boy was released from the rack, he groaned again. He stood up unsteadily and gasped, the skin of his foot was burnt. Nevertheless, Ali tried to hold himself upright, and even managed a martyr's smile. The colonel suddenly felt an involuntary respect for the young Arab: he was holding up, he wanted to show that he was a man. What could recruit the boy after the treasures were in his hands? After all, he would have no way back to his people anyway. The sheik's relatives would not forgive the servant for giving away the treasures, and only the almost omnipotent SS could protect the boy from revenge.
  Despite the obvious inability of the prisoner to escape, a chain with a cannonball was chained to the boy's bare, half-burned foot, and his head and hands were also secured in a stock. After which, the colonel decided to take with him only a couple of SS thugs, who, however, were excellent in handling weapons, and Arab porters, in case there was a lot of treasure. Later, of course, they would get rid of them, but for now they would promise mountains of gold...
  Well, the girls, meanwhile, had finished their next forced march by the time it got completely dark. The bare-legged, tanned Shella encouraged Gertrude:
  - It's hard in training, easy in battle!
  Gertrude retorted:
  - It is difficult to live in training, but easy to die in battle!
  Having finished their run, the exhausted girls huddled a little more, then washed themselves and went to bed. Well, how much longer can you twist yourself to the point of no return! Gertrude dreamed of a very dramatic composition...
  At first the girl saw the enemy, in her dream she seemed to be surveying a huge space at once.
  The army set out from the city. The troops lined up in a rectangle, which looked more and more like a rat as they moved. As is usually the case with such animals, the most disgusting muzzle! In front were the melosaurus, and five tyrannosaurs, followed by the cavalry, camels, with armored knights, cavalry with lighter fighters. Next came the infantry, light, in leather armor, javelin throwers, and heavy in bronze armor. There were also the most numerous archers. The bows were different, small black ones, and large ones painted yellow. Some of the warriors were armed with spears and lined up like a phalanx. Overall, a fairly large army by medieval standards. The dinosaurs roared and inspired fear. In motion, it resembled a mudflow, inexorable, only perhaps not as fast. Trumpets blared, drums beat. Behind, horses and oxen dragged catapults and ballistas. The latter, however, are not very well suited to field combat. Behind the city wall, smoke rises into the sky, forges are working, shackles are being forged for the slaves. At the very tail of the army are executioners in black robes, ready to subject the rebels to cruel torture. They have already heated up the tongs, heated up the drills.
  And what lies ahead of them: half-naked, haphazardly armed slaves, among whom are many skinny teenagers, with sharp shoulder blades and black heels, knocked down by the stones. What an army to laugh at. Gertrude herself is half-naked and barefoot, but she is not at all embarrassed:
  - Death is a relative concept in time, life is absolute in meaning!
  But strangely enough, the teenagers and other slaves, having met a large army, did not run away. On the contrary, darts and stones flew at the dinosaurs. First of all, they tried to knock out the riders sitting on the monsters.
  And here is another partner, the fiery Shella, judging by the diamond harness on her horse, a noble person. She saw how the troops were approaching, more numerous than the smart warrior expected, but she did not experience panic.
  - And they are self-confident! They expect to torture us. What do you say to this, Falcon's Beak?
  - The surprise is ready! No matter how primitive the dinosaurs are, but more than two hundred of them, having turned to flight, will crush the entire army! - The young man, painted like an Indian, with red and yellow feathers, grinned.
  The Duke of Aileron, accompanied by several colonels, all in gold and jewels, rode in the middle of the cavalry:
  - Well, just a little more and the enemy will be crushed, which was inevitable. Here is the queen, she will be raped by a hundred warriors, and then if she is alive, I will do this to her!
  . CHAPTER #18.
  Well, here the arrogant Duke's imagination failed him. What would he do with the Queen? He wanted it to be tougher, so that descendants would shudder centuries later, but he lacked ideas.
  The dinosaurs had already reached the quickly fleeing slaves. They grabbed the least nimble ones. A couple of too brave boys jumped on them, climbed onto their mouths, stuck a spear into their teeth. But, unable to stay on the shell, they flew off and were cruelly trampled.
  The falcon's beak whistled loudly, and then, realizing that they had not understood, it screamed deafeningly:
  - It's time now!
  There was a noise and bubbles flew at the dinosaurs. They looked very large, colorful, mirror-like, but when they hit the dinosaurs' faces they burst into a scorching flame.
  The device invented by Hawk's Beak and Snow White Terminator was very simple. Just ordinary big soap bubble launchers, like those that children play with. Only instead of soap solution, a simple but effective explosive mixture. The balloons themselves were inflated by a light breeze, which was reproduced with the help of a spell. Unlike an artificial hurricane, it did not require too much energy. So the children's weapon turned out to be very effective against the monsters rushing ahead. It looked impressive, the bubbles shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow hit the grinning muzzles. The effect was like a napalm bomb, the main thing is that the gas inside irritates the nasopharynx of the creatures, causing a panic feeling of fear. And the flame is especially burning, pulling out the animal soul. The monsters engulfed in flames turned into a massive flight. All this was so frightening and unusual.
  Barefoot Shella blew a horn, amplified by resonant plates:
  - The order to attack!
  The rebel cavalry, which had already become quite numerous, rushed to pursue the wavering army. Archers also entered the battle. It seemed as if inexorable pincers were squeezing, preparing to crush with a crunch the semblance of a rat woven from the ranks of soldiers.
  Ahead, as always, barefoot Shella was racing, cutting through the air as usual. She had put on a thin but very strong chainmail of dwarven work. However, the outlines of her seductive body were not hidden at all, on the contrary, every feature was visible: from the chest to the hips. The crown sparkled much brighter than real diamonds are capable of.
  - Saryn na kichku! - The girl shouted, imitating Stenka Razin. She remembered one novel from the category of tabloid, almost banned in the Third Reich fantasy, where the legendary ataman fought with an armada of starships. It was strength and at the same time chivalry. And the plot is very interesting, in which there were princesses, and the hellish demon Skelentor, who captured the main source of universal energy...
  Here Gertrude thought about how she would have behaved in the place of the rebel leader. Especially if she had been captured and tortured. In this case, she would have kept her courage, honor, and would not have trembled in the hands of the executioners. After all, the ataman made sarcastic jokes on the rack, demonstrating an unbending will and a Cossack sense of humor.
  "I believe that I will not flinch!" the wolf girl said to herself.
  The dinosaurs fell upon their own cavalry. They tore apart, trampled, overturned camels, horses and other fighters. Panic seized the cavalry, spreading to the infantry. Imagine what an enraged dinosaur looks like. A carcass weighing several elephants, with meter-long teeth and clawed paws, cutting up everyone in a row. The army almost immediately turned into a frightened crowd, torn apart by slaves and soldiers who had gone over to the side of the legitimate queen.
  Barefoot Shella personally led the chopping and pursuit. Several horsemen rushed at her and were immediately finished off. Duke Eleron with a select detachment of guardsmen tried to stop the raging stream. The swift Shella fell upon him. Simultaneously spinning both swords, the warrior incessantly chopped the guardsmen, leaving no chance.
  A goblin on a camel, heavily laden with armor, tried to resist her.
  Barefoot Shella, grinning predatorily, remarked:
  - And you think that height will beat skill?
  - An elephant tramples an ant! - the furry giant growled.
  - And he gives in to the mouse! Big people have big misses! - After several swift blows, the girl found a crack in the visor and hit the enemy.
  - The music didn't play for long! I struck through the visor! And evil took the servant to its hell! - The warrior stuck out her tongue.
  The joke pleased the fiery Shella, especially the rhyme and pun. And since it did, the chopping became more fun. Snow White-Terminator dropped pots with an incendiary mixture from the air, increasing the panic.
  - There's more to come! Oh-oh-oh! - said the warrior fairy.
  Barefoot Shella broke through to Duke Eleron. He was surrounded by guards: four goblins on eight-legged camels capable of carrying a mass of monsters with relative ease.
  The Duke gave orders to General Chichikh.
  - Try to gather a fist of the least valuable troops to hold off the rebels, and you yourself retreat quickly to the gates.
  "So we"ll have to lock ourselves in the city?" the general asked with obvious annoyance.
  - Most likely, yes! It's none of your business! - the Duke snapped.
  - It was a pity in front of whom! Some ragamuffins are pushing us back! - The general released a stream of orange flame from his mouth.
  - Alas, what is this! - the Duke suddenly yelped in fear.
  Fire-Blaze Shella cut down a goblin and two more soldiers in a wild leap. Three thugs rushed at her.
  Eleron yelled:
  - Kill the bitch!
  An arrow fired by Gertrude (she also fought desperately and tried to keep up with her friend) knocked down one of the attackers. The other monster was finished off by the fiery Shella.
  - Sorry, handsome, I was first because I'm human.
  The surviving goblin wheezed:
  - People are parasites! They will be beaten by goblins!
  The girl responded by kicking him in the knee and slamming her head into his enraged face.
  - How about the broken nose?
  The beauty's terrible blow shook the monster's head, and the monster fell off the camel. Barefoot Shella knew how to hit, so her blows paralyzed large animals the size of elephants. To do this, you need to choose the right point, and hit at an acute angle, when the cartilage of the nose enters the frontal lobe of the brain.
  - I'm hammering the truth into your heads! - The girl shouted.
  Duke Aileron tried to shoot the girl with a poisoned spring-loaded dagger.
  Barefoot Shella caught the blade's flight and knocked it down with her sword. Metal, touching metal, flew off. The girl jumped from the saddle, flew over and brought the blade down on the helmet.
  - Here you go, capitalist!
  The concussion caused the helmet to shatter, along with his head. What was left of the prince flew off his horse. Barefoot Shella stuck out her tongue, it was long and pink, and showed it to everyone.
  - What you are tormenting yourself with, you may get.
  The prince's death broke the army's morale. The soldiers either fled or surrendered in droves. The shock was too great. Only mercenaries and nobles tried to organize a semblance of resistance. But such pockets quickly died out.
  Barefoot Shella encouraged the troops, even the almost unarmed teenagers, they rushed boldly and perhaps even had to be held back. The girl knocked down several dozen fighters, but there was no one left to kill.
  They didn"t have time to close the gates, and in addition, some of the townspeople rebelled and a brawl began.
  Baron de Capricorn, having learned of the rebellion in the city raised by slaves, demanded:
  - Execute all slaves, introduce mass executions.
  Snow White the Terminator, however, turned out to be quicker, dispersing the guards with a stream of fire, and installed the queen's standard right on the tower.
  - What did you want, for us to be liberal? Or maybe even give in.
  The rebellious townspeople and many slaves were breaking through to the governor's palace. The fiery Shella burst through the gates, she beat and smashed everyone in a row.
  Gertrude received a couple of scratches, but only got angry from this, here is his sword, knocked down the troll-corporal, then she quickly climbed up.
  The warrior jumped with her foot and struck the goblin in the chest, sending him flying off the wall, hitting spears dug into the cobblestones.
  - I wonder what you taste like when you're fat!
  Her swords found plenty of food again, clashing with the guards. But most of the garrison offered no resistance. Only the palace with its elite units, mostly mercenaries, proved a tougher nut to crack. Falcon Claw himself attacked the cover. Barefoot Shella, meanwhile, literally flew higher, meeting Capricorn face to face. Only a dozen people remained around the baron, a matter of two or three seconds for the warrior. Then she collided with the nobleman.
  There was essentially no battle; the warrior touched the baron's shoulder with her finger and paralyzed him.
  - You can count on the queen's mercy. However, the people's court knows no mercy!
  A guy who looked like a faun jumped on her.
  - What animal do you want to get hit in the brain? - The warrior cursed.
  Although he moved faster than an ordinary man, the fiery Shella parried the attack and with a blow in return cut off the ugly head:
  - And then there's the faun. The entire universe is full of these creatures. Or maybe another kind of goblin.
  The warrior moved towards the palace, but did not make it in time; the rebels and townspeople dealt with the garrison before this diva arrived.
  Gertrude managed to finish off only two more bastards. She spun around her axis, philosophically saying:
  - You can't defeat everyone without defeating yourself - you can't defeat yourself without learning from everyone!
  The governor had been stabbed to death before the warrior intervened. However, this saved the hassle of a trial, and the dignitary must have been a real bastard if the townspeople themselves had dealt with him. The fat body was chopped into cabbage, not a single limb was left intact.
  The girl scolded the overly zealous rebels.
  - Remember, the main thing is the ability to live by fair laws. It's time to establish public order.
  The city quickly removed the corpses, there were not many of them, and swept the streets, trimmed the trees. Local authorities were elected, including from among former slaves. However, slaves made up the majority of the population, everyone was registered as such, primarily from among the poor.
  Lenastala was the first to swear the people. The young queen became darker, the pallor from imprisonment disappeared, her shoulders and hips broadened, her cleanly washed hair sparkled with pearly whiteness. She was very beautiful and feminine, not without good power. The priests zealously swore the people. But it was clear that the servants of the black cult were not pleased: the queen was too righteous, she banned human sacrifices, reduced the church tax. And now people are stuck on stakes, especially often innocent babies are sacrificed, primarily boys. A man should be ahead even in hell.
  On the occasion of the oath of the blacks, the priest proposed:
  - Let's cut down a dozen boys and six girls!
  Lenastala said rudely:
  - There is no one better than you! Burn the sadist at the stake!
  The priest was picked up and carried to the pre-tied firewood and branches. Gertrude meanwhile wiped her blade and stood next to the bare-legged Shella, asking in surprise:
  - It"s strange, why was this uprising started?
  Her partner answered with a grin:
  - To return the rightful throne to the queen. Lenastasla is the rightful heir, and a usurper sits on the throne.
  Gertrude still had doubts:
  - It doesn't happen often that the legitimate heirs to the throne turn to the mob for help.
  Fire-Blazing Shella said quite logically:
  - Friendship with the rabble does not humiliate if it leads to the heights of power! Well, in this case, this may be the queen's last chance.
  . CHAPTER #19.
  Gertrude scratched her bare, girlish heel with the tip of her sword. Fire-bright Shella, on the contrary, had put on her shoes and was now wearing pearl-decorated sandals. She suddenly caught the mischievous boy by the hand. The boy seemed to want to pull a purse out of the warrior's belt. Strong Shella lifted the boy onto her outstretched muscular arm. However, the child looked to be about ten years old, no more, and he burst into tears:
  - Oh, no need for aunties! I won't do that anymore...
  Gertrude interrupted harshly:
  - I know myself - I won't! Enough, however, the thief still needs to be punished, otherwise he will get used to irresponsibility! What do you advise, dear Shella?
  The warrior made a face:
  - I think a spanking will be enough! You can't cripple a child by cutting off his hand.
  Gertrude agreed:
  - Let's hand him over to the guards and let them beat him!
  The little rascal suddenly began to beg tearfully:
  - No need, better take me as your squire.
  Rich Shella snorted contemptuously:
  - A thief as a squire... What a fool I am! You are still too young to carry my arsenal, you will simply fall over. So... - The girl shouted. - She is a guard, the thief must be punished...
  Gertrude suddenly giggled:
  - There are no guards, they ran away... We'll have to take the boy to the queen so she can judge!
  Fire-Blazing Shella shook her head:
  - There's no need to distract the queen with such a trifle as an attempt at a banal theft. Besides, Lenastala is too kind, she'll probably order him to be released. So it'll be better if we punish him on the spot. I think I'll just spank him on the heels with a switch...
  Gertrude disagreed:
  - No! In this case it will be hard for him to walk, and if we beat him until he bleeds, he will get an infection. It is better to simply beat naughty children as usual!
  Red-haired Shella scratched the back of her head and nodded:
  - So be it!
  During the spanking, the boy started screaming, and Gertrude shut his mouth so that he couldn't hear. But a crowd of curious people gathered anyway. They told him how to spank the thief. Afterwards, they kicked him in the beaten bottom, letting him go his own way. After that, the girls went to the nearest tavern. But then they ran into a problem: it was overcrowded, because many of the rebels had already managed to get money and were in a hurry to spend it.
  Gertrude remarked:
  - Wide throats are typical of a narrow outlook!
  Witty Shella added:
  - For those who put filling their bellies first, cleansing their conscience comes last!
  The girls turned and decided to simply walk down the street. Then three goblins with clubs and one long-nosed troll with a hooked sword jumped out of the alley. The nimble Shella deftly dodged the swing of the club and plunged the blade into the solar plexus of the hairy, foul-smelling creature. It didn't even slow down, knocking the warrior off her feet. Gerda, with a deft swing, chopped off both the club and the head:
  - Got the one who bit!
  Fire-Blazing Shella pulled out her sword with difficulty and growled:
  - More precisely, to say! Having lost your head, you will gain nothing but a headache!
  After which the warrior slashed at the creature, across the body, almost cutting it in half. And Gertrude wanted to put down the third goblin, but then a troll crossed blades with her. It seemed he wasn't too big, about the size of an average human, maybe denser, but fast as... damn.
  Gertrude even uttered a phrase from a sentimental novel:
  - Nimble and fast, you will become a minister!
  The troll replied sarcastically:
  - With honor and a sword, you will become a vagabond! And you, a barefoot girl, jump like a bunny and end up in a trap.
  Gertrude blurted out again:
  - If you can't get rid of the hare's heart, you will howl like a wolf, from a dog's life!
  The goblin tried to take advantage of the warrior's difficulty in parrying the troll's attacks and tried to approach from the side. But the fiery Shella was on guard. Fast as a female cheetah, she literally tore the nasty, stinking creature to pieces. After which the warrior winked at Gertrude:
  - Now everything is fair!
  The troll chuckled and said:
  - Why is nobility so rare among people? Because they lack meanness - a life preserver in the whirlpool of evolution!
  Gertrude retorted cleverly:
  - Although meanness is a lifeline in the struggle for survival, it is gnawed by the worms of the mistrust it generates!
  The troll responded by attacking even more viciously:
  - Eloquence usually blossoms when the possibility of physical defense fades!
  Gertrude tried to catch the enemy in the oncoming movement, but the creature of darkness attacked in a very diverse way. In addition, it even seemed that it was deliberately playing with the girl, even mockingly scratching the warrior on the nose a couple of times. The girl got furious, and then received a very harsh injection in the chest, as a result of which blood flowed. Gertrude tried to jump over the troll, but he slightly cut her tanned skin on her stomach. And when she tried to kick her in the groin, he hit her bare toes with his sword painfully.
  - If you want to live, make love to me! - The freak growled. - You don't have a chance anyway!
  Gertrude snapped:
  - No chance! Well, we'll see about that now!
  The gorgeous barefoot blonde warrior sang loudly:
  The executioner said: there will be no happy days,
  You will be persecuted by everyone and a stranger!
  But the army of freedom-loving fighters,
  Deal with the countless horde!
    
  Phantom face of death: eternal companion-wanderer,
  But we don"t need sleep and peace either!
  He who is lazy is an exile everywhere,
  How difficult it is to have a dream!
    
  And what is a dream - ether-love,
  The path to it can sometimes be false!
  Paul is hard, then do not speak ill of him,
  Sometimes a careless miscalculation can be cruel!
    
  Then the years will flow away into a youthful moment,
  And the battle will die down like a feast!
  Here the wind spins circular whirlwinds,
  How the rain poured down passionately and furiously!
    
  Believe me, the fields will bear ears,
  They will grow and reap golden grain!
  Well, and from the icons of the saints the faces shimmer,
  They will reward you with grace for this work!
    
  But like a whirlwind - Seroko from the desert,
  A terrible war has come to Earth!
  The children run with bare feet,
  Even though snow has already fallen, winter reigns!
    
  The enemies turned the houses into ruins,
  And someone is in grief - they lost their children!
  They hung weights around people's necks,
  The dance of heartless executioners burns!
    
  The people cannot express their grief, it is so difficult,
  No shelter, no food, no warm beds!
  Whistles like a cobra, an angry blizzard in the field,
  Where is truth, nobility - to hell with lies!
    
  The bright day will come - the glorious hour of victory,
  The eagle of the Fatherland will fly higher than the rocks!
  Let the exploits of soldiers be sung,
  We have a sharp sword and a strong shield!
  On the warrior's last syllable, the ugly troll collapsed, and its severed head flew a good twenty meters away. A blinding sheaf of flame suddenly erupted from it, and in place of the ugly head there remained only a handful of ashes.
  Alas, Gertrude's pleasant sleep turned out to be short. Again, wake up and do physical exercises. However, the girls did not even think of having a complex about this. They even worked with special enthusiasm. Madeleine, meanwhile, decided to diversify the physical activity a little and the girls ... were harnessed to special carts on which tanks were standing. The SS company commander happily said:
  - Here, girls, we will save some scarce fuel and train you. A new type of load, with practical value!
  When girls in bathing suits pull tanks, and sweat profusely under the scorching sun, it's a cool sight. But the girls have to push their bare feet into the sand and sharp rocks. Moan and not give up...
  Gertrude, catching her breath, remarked philosophically:
  - This is, of course, lovely, but... Now we look like the slaves of Ancient Egypt. We also drag the heaviest load, but at least we are not beaten with a whip!
  Barefoot Shella agreed:
  - Of course, they don't beat you, but that doesn't make it any easier! Although no - it's just fitness combined with weightlifting!
  Gertrude tried to change the subject:
  - Do you think that if Alexander the Great had not died at such a young age, he would have captured Rome and then the whole world?
  Barefoot Shella answered after a pause, shaking off sweat:
  - It's hard to say... After all, he was planning a campaign against the rebellious Arabs... But he certainly had a chance! Although we should be glad that he didn't succeed!
  - Why? - Gertrude was surprised, adjusting the strap that was rubbing her shoulder.
  Fiery Shella, baring her teeth in a grin, replied:
  - Because in this case it would be too difficult for Hitler to surpass him. And so another two thousand years will pass and the question of who was the best and greatest commander of all times and peoples will be answered unequivocally - the Fuhrer of Germany!
  Gertrude pressed harder to the strap:
  - Yes, Adolf Hitler has already surpassed Napoleon... This will become especially obvious: when we take Egypt, which Napoleon failed to do! And from there to India itself... But the main thing, of course, is the landing in Britain...
  Barefoot Shella firmly confirmed:
  - What Napoleon failed to do: enter London, the Wehrmacht under Adolf Hitler will do! I wonder, will we start another revenge invasion of Russia before or after?
  Gertrude said doubtfully:
  - I think it's better after... Napoleon, by the way, destroyed the entire army in Russia. But we're not French. Frogs aren't very capable warriors!
  A powerful blonde, who had been pulling the strap with them, joined in the conversation. Her voice seemed very low, like a man's, although her figure was feminine and attractive:
  - Yes, the French are a bit cowardly, but their equipment is by no means bad. I saw how the Ziz-35 penetrated the armor of the German T-4 with impunity. I even felt ashamed of our equipment... And the British "Matildas". You can break their tracks with a grenade, but to penetrate the armor... 88-mm guns took it, but we have very few of them. All that remains is to pound the tracks and immobilize them... In general, the British are also strong in aviation...
  Gertrude shivered at this point, and despite the heat, she felt a chill:
  - But they can find us in the desert and throw bombs at the tanks!
  The fair-haired heroine consoled:
  - Only dive bombers with experienced aces can really hit a tank. So the probability that we will run into them is low. Besides, I believe in our luck.
  . CHAPTER #20.
  There was a painful pause. Each cart with a tank was harnessed with ten wolf-girls. They moved in two small columns, such tanned, muscular girls... How beautiful it was... And the dunes seemed pink in the color of the sun. A wonderful landscape....
  Not far from the girls, SS Colonel Dess with a dozen Arab drivers and two thugs were moving through the desert. The boy guide had singed feet and was mercifully put on a donkey. Colonel Dess winced with disgust, because of the lack of water, the nomadic drivers were unwashed and smelled bad. And the day was hot, even by the standards of the African coast, since the wind brought the breath of hell from the Sahara. So they had to sweat. And it looked like the journey ahead would be long. Dess felt like a complete idiot. He could lose several days because of a boy who would tell a bunch of lies. And he will also receive a disciplinary sanction because he was absent... True, the German troops are not planning to attack in the coming days, and here on the border with Libya and Tunisia, there is a fairly deep rear. Well, you can always come up with a reason for absence... But still, it is an adventure, and... No, greed is stronger than the arguments of reason.
  Dess rides in the shade on a camel, drinking a low-alcohol arak made from dates. Although this drink may be stronger than schnapps, in this heat it is suicide. The landscape around is uninteresting and several months of service have already become boring. Dess tries to imagine how much treasure the sheikh might have... Tunisia is located next to Algeria, and pirates often hid treasure there. Well, the pirates, or rather privateers in the service of the Turkish sultan, were often the sheikhs themselves. In addition, Tunisia has gold mines, and emeralds were mined. True, then with the arrival of the French, emerald mining died out... Why? Because of the English monopoly, the reluctance to bring down the price of Indian emeralds, which forced the freezing of development in the colonies of France. And the gold was mostly mined in easy places, and they were too lazy to dig deep mines... Dess thought that the French were probably the laziest and most frivolous nation in Europe. Although it cannot be said that they are bad warriors... Napoleon Bonaparte, for example, conquered Europe, and you can't achieve that with worthless soldiers.
  And really, what was Napoleon's genius? Simple tactics, a quick transition, a strike with all forces, an outflanking and attempts to get behind... If Frederick the Great developed the newest and most effective linear tactics, Napoleon simply imitated Alexander the Great... Yes, such tactics brought success, but if someone had arranged an ambush for the rapidly moving troops of Alexander or Napoleon, they would have been crushed and killed on the march. In the end, at Waterloo, Blucher and Wellington caught Bonaparte in his risky maneuver. It was like a short blow to a wide-swinging boxer. And Napoleon was knocked out... The Russian troops, by the way, did not defeat Bonaparte in battle, but took him with the help of General Frost, epidemics and partisans.
  What did he think of Hitler? At first, of course, there were thoughts that the Fuhrer was just a corporal and an upstart, the son of a former shoemaker... He preferred old Hindenburg in the presidential elections, although he understood that an eighty-year-old man simply would not be physically able to cope with the duties of a dictator! But he did not like the poor Hitler - a man from the lower classes! But then, when Adolf was appointed Reich Chancellor, he gave his vote to the National Socialists, because there was no other solid right-wing force left. Yes, the stormtroopers, in fact, an entire army, impressed him. But there was doubt that Hitler would hold on to power, especially during a crisis, a terrible depression, that Germany would not finally fall apart.
  But Hitler, from the very beginning, set about strictly establishing order, banning the communists, and then other parties. He dispersed the trade unions, replacing them with the labor front. He became a real dictator, with a one-party system. And he raised the economy, rearmed the army. But still, Dess did not agree with everything the Fuhrer did. For example, why spend such large resources on the program: "Labor through joy!" and take workers on vacation, to Norway, France, or even the Canary Islands. Wouldn't it be better to use these funds to build several extra tank factories, or aircraft manufacturing plants. Or take the Volkswagen project, the people's car - how many tanks could have been built... In general, Hitler tried to sit on two chairs, raise the standard of living, and modernize the army. However, if you chase two hares, you will catch neither.
  Dess was a relative of the Third Reich's chief economist Stach and knew the general characteristics of the German economy well. Germany entered the war with Poland with ammunition for only three weeks (!) of intensive combat. If the Allies had struck then, the Third Reich would have been reduced to cinders. Hitler began the offensive against France, inferior in tanks, guns, personnel and aircraft! But he routed the Frogs without even wincing. Then the offensive against England... That's where Hitler miscalculated, he should have finished off Britain at Duyker, and then in July, using the ships of the German merchant fleet (and it was not small), landed troops on the islands. Then he would have become the master of the situation. But the Fuhrer did not dare, perhaps fearing that the transport with troops would be sunk by the British battleships... But the point is that Britain at that time was in such panic and confusion, and the surveillance of the sea was not properly organized, that there was a very good chance of a quick surprise landing. Well, and on land England had nothing to oppose. At least in a qualitative sense... But Hitler lost time, and in September Churchill uttered a historic phrase: Hitler's position is brilliant and... hopeless. After that, Dess himself contacted British intelligence. Although the Fuhrer lost the battle for England, the loss ratio was approximately one to one, and if we consider that about twenty-five percent were aircraft: shot down by anti-aircraft artillery, then the German aces were even better than the British. And the aircraft are no worse, maybe even the ME-109 (F) is better than a lion's pack. In any case, in Africa the balance of forces and losses in the air is even more favorable than in Britain. Such a brilliant start to 1940, brought many disappointments in the end. They lost many strong aces and planes, and Mussolini's ally was shamefully beaten in Greece. And he had such a big advantage in forces. And then at the beginning of the year it was a complete bummer, Italy lost Ethiopia, Somalia, most of Libya, and in all the battles the British were significantly (several times!) inferior in numbers. Hundreds of thousands of macaroni were captured. Well, how can you not believe in the imminent collapse of the Third Reich, especially against the background of increasing assistance to Germany's enemies from the United States. But then, again, the scales swung in favor of the Third Reich. Rommel defeated the British and captured Caulaincourt, then in two weeks Yugoslavia fell, Greece and then the island of Crete. Dess was even happy for the Germans, but there was also a fear of exposure. However, now there is another concern: will the Germans attack the USSR? Stach said that Hitler had already made a fundamental decision, but the final dates are not yet clear. The most frequently mentioned date is June 22, the date of France's capitulation...
  Germany is unlikely to survive a war on two fronts, unless of course it ends in 1941 and before winter... And the Germans are not at all ready to fight in winter... But if Stalin capitulates, then... However, even if the Germans do not manage to take Moscow, the Russians are unlikely to be able to create a sufficiently powerful group in technical terms. How much weapons did they produce during the First World War? Compared to Germany, it's a mere piffle! So, it is unlikely that the Russians will surprise us with anything other than large masses of infantry.
  What else could happen? Most likely, the war will last for several more years and end in a draw. Britain will never be able to gather enough troops to defeat the magnificent and well-trained Wehrmacht units, and Germany will hardly be able to suppress the impregnable islands with its air force and navy, and the US will limit itself to economic aid. After all, the average American will not understand why the Yankees should die, because of some Europe. Well, the Russians are a stubborn people, they will fight as guerrillas, the war will drag on, but they will not have the strength to go on the decisive offensive. Britain will most likely not be able to hold North Africa... In short, the most likely outcome is the Third Reich, a great empire, but not a global one, and then...
  This is exactly what Dess wanted: the defeat of Britain and the capture of the islands is fraught with exposure (although perhaps the special services will have time to destroy the card index and all the evidence, but that depends on luck!). Of course, he didn"t want to want the Third Reich to lose, that is, his homeland with the regime that suited the SS man just fine. And a draw was the best result!
  And a small caravan crawls along the sand. One of the Arab drivers began to sing a mournful song. At the same time, he often mentioned Allah. Dess thought, why do Muslims consider it correct and good for themselves to pronounce the name of Allah as often as possible? In Christianity, it is the opposite - do not take the name of God in vain! The Jews even forgot the true name of their God - after all, Jehovah is a later form of pronunciation... In general, Dess did not like the Bible and the weak Christ, he was even surprised how the warlike Romans, a great empire with a cult of force, could accept such a pacifist teaching at its core? Even if the pacifism of Christianity did not interfere with waging wars, the very basis of the teaching... Love your enemy - had to be rejected by the Roman elite, and not only the elite.
  But Christianity took root, and even the collapse of the Roman Empire did not affect it: the barbarians also accepted this teaching, despite all its unnaturalness. Although, of course, they did not particularly follow it. For example, pacifism did not interfere with the existence of militant orders. In particular, the trampilliers, who, by the way, also used the swastika and considered money their God! So, they say one thing, but do another! Hitler in this regard was much more consistent! What he says, he does! Without hypocritical statements about love for one's neighbor!
  However, it is surprising that the church system, built on deception and lies, has existed for so many centuries! And even progress has only managed to shake its foundations a little.
  Somewhere in the distance the noise of engines was heard; judging by the tone, they were airplanes. Dess, however, hoped that since they had thrown on capes, the English would take them for Arabs and would not open fire. The large bodyguard Hans showed an anti-tank rifle, which, by the way, could, if necessary, shoot down a fighter (though not without difficulty, in terms of hitting!).
  But the planes never showed up, they flew past... After which the Arabs began to sing mournfully again... Dess fired his pistol, so hard that it hit the dark-skinned man's ear. The Arab fell down in fear. And the SS colonel cursed:
  - Stop howling, jackals! Shut up, rave, and be quick!
  The nomadic drivers lifted their hapless partner and continued on their way. Although their faces became gloomier, no one dared to grumble... The SS colonel stroked the barrel of his pistol (which, by the way, was made to order!), what an excellent argument... In any case!
  I wonder, if the Russians attack them first, will the Germans be able to withstand such an onslaught from an Asian army? During the First World War, the Russians suffered huge losses, in most cases they acted extremely stupidly, but they still tied down large forces of the Kaiser's Germany... And then, under Brusilov, they gave the Austrians a hard time... So, war is not such a bad thing for them... And if you remember the seven-year war... Even Frederick the Great gave in to the army of bast-cloth Russia! No, the Russians should not be underestimated under any circumstances, the totalitarian communist regime made them even stronger! Stalin raised the level of discipline in the Soviet troops, industrial production and supplies. He really clamped down on corruption, which means that now is not the time of Nicholas II! This means that the USSR is a very dangerous enemy, even, perhaps, a mortally dangerous one, especially if it strikes first!
  . CHAPTER #21.
  In modern warfare, the element of surprise is of great importance, as it was during the wars of antiquity. What if we lose, then unlike in the First World War - there will be no revenge! The victorious countries will not allow this to happen.... Although if friction begins between the USSR and the West, because expansion is no less characteristic of communism than of fascism, then there will be... On the corpses of the given capitalists and eastern commissars, a new German civilization will blossom. Whoever is against us will still be with us! And perhaps there will be a large anti-Bolshevik coalition!
  Hans, who had remained silent until now, suddenly asked the colonel:
  - Maybe we should stop and interrogate the boy again?
  Dess shook his angry head.
  - There's no point! He won't say anything new.
  - Then maybe we should have lunch, there"s a blizzard howling in my stomach?
  The SS colonel was surprised:
  - What do you want to eat in this heat?
  Hans nodded:
  - I want to eat, there is always something!
  Dess looked at the sun, it had already crossed the zenith, indeed it was already four o'clock and time to call a halt. The Arabs ate separately, gathered in a circle, the fascists three, not disdaining meat and beer. So they dozed off, Dess even for a short time forgot himself in sleep...
  And he saw something crazy... Some insects, small at first, and then growing and becoming more and more frightening... And their jaws were absolutely monstrous, such an incredible ugliness! The colonel felt that he was suffocating, jerked convulsively and woke up. No, everything was calm, two iron SS warriors on guard, and then on the road again.
  Gertrude and barefoot Shella worked hard all day, and then fell asleep like the dead and sank into their own world.
  A huge hologram appeared with a stadium where modern gladiator fights were taking place. The stadium was huge with many millions of people. The motley sea was raging. The battle was about to take place between the female gladiator Gertrude and a semi-intelligent being from the league of dark worlds, the dust nebula.
  Gertrude came out first. She was a flexible, agile girl with a snow-white pearl hairdo. The warrior did a triple somersault, spinning around the arena. According to custom, she was wearing only a thin bra and panties, specifically so that it would be impossible to hide her weapon. And so, half-naked, she had to fight with only one lightsaber. However, such a weapon is also quite effective. The conditions of the battle are not the most comfortable - semi-radioactive stones glow under the girl's graceful bare feet. She, of course, smiles, trying not to show pain.
  Gertrude is filled with energy, she jumps again and does a five-fold somersault.
  - That's me!
  And her restless barefoot friend Shella explains to her boyfriend:
  - Before the fight, this girl was carefully scanned, there should not be a single chip or anything electronic in her. The girl is also checked for the presence of someone else's magic. That is, the gladiator can count only on his body or his sharp mind. However, Gertrude was never a fool or a simpleton.
  - Why did I doubt it? - asked the young man who resembled Apollo.
  - No! But a five-fold somersault, without electronics, is an indicator of good athletic form. That's why everyone is amazed, could your gymnasts do something like that? - Barefoot Shella winked slyly.
  - Three could, but not five! And she jumped very high with a short run-up! - The young hero spread his arms wider.
  - Such is the power! The power of the Third Reich is in other worlds too.
  Meanwhile, bets were being made. Blindly, until the enemy appeared. Gertrude seemed to be well known and loved, regardless of race or species.
  The gladiator girl ran up and first did a six-fold somersault, then a seven-fold one. After which she bowed to the audience. Her muscles swayed like ripples in the sea, and overall the girl looked impressive: a typical Amazon. However, it is easier to knock down a star with a stone than to find an ugly girl in the Great Space Empire of Germany.
  - There are women in our villages: to whom love and honor will stop a galloping horse, will enter a burning hut. - Sang Fire-bearing Shella.
  The vast majority of the unanswered bets were in Gertrude's favor. True, most of the public was waiting for her opponent to appear.
  And it waited. The giant gates slid open, and a huge carcass began to crawl out onto the platform. It was a real dinosaur, like a raptor, only it had more tentacles
  
  FIRST STALIN THEN NERO TOTALITARIAN
  It so happened that Stalin managed to enslave the entire globe. This alternative development of world history was the result of a small shift in chance in one matter.
  When relations between Yugoslavia and the Third Reich reached their breaking point in April, and then the real war and the Wehrmacht aggression began, Stalin made a sensible decision. Namely, he came to the aid of Yugoslavia, which by that time had already concluded a friendship treaty with Soviet Russia.
  On April 6, 1941, after a massive bombing of major cities, railway junctions and airfields, Germany and Hungary invade Yugoslavia. At the same time, Italian troops, supported by the Germans, carry out another offensive in Greece. By April 8, the armed forces of Yugoslavia are cut into several parts and effectively cease to exist as a single entity. On April 9, German troops, having passed through Yugoslav territory, enter Greece and capture Thessaloniki, forcing the Greek East Macedonian Army to capitulate. On April 10, the Germans capture Zagreb.
  On April 11, the Soviet Union declares war on Germany, and its troops cross the border of the Third Reich.
  The tactical surprise achieved by the Soviet troops and the significant superiority in tanks and aircraft made themselves felt from the very first days of the offensive.
  At first, the Germans did not really believe in the reality of the offensive. But then it turned out that the Red Army was fighting quite well.
  But the Germans don't know how to defend themselves properly. And they are not at all suited to a defensive war.
  And the Soviet tanks KV-2 and T-34 are indeed the best in the world. Maybe the "thirty-four" has poor visibility, weak optics, and in the very first models, the turret rotates manually, but in armament and armor they have no opponent.
  But the most important thing is that the Nazis had no maps, and the Russians captured the bridges undestroyed, and the main warehouses with ammunition and fuel were located near the border.
  Only on the Oder River itself were the Germans, having transferred significant forces from France and mobilized all their forces, able to halt the advance of the Soviet army.
  But by this time their situation had become almost hopeless: Romania and Hungary were lost in the first month, Bulgaria went over to the USSR, the Germans were defeated in Yugoslavia. Control over Slovenia and Czechoslovakia was lost.
  But Berlin could not be captured immediately. The Germans held the city for almost three months, which they took only in August. Germany itself floundered in agony for another month, and the loss of the Ruhr region capitulated on September 25.
  The Soviet Union managed to reach the English Channel, Churchill, it is true, managed to land in Normandy, but the Red Army entered Paris first.
  And then it turned out that nothing was over yet.
  Then the English spent a long time making excuses and arguing about who opened fire first.
  But history is written by the victors. Stalin defeated the British on land, and together with Japan began a war against the British Lion and the USA.
  At first England, and especially America, seemed impregnable beyond the seas and oceans, protected by their huge navy. But Japan smashed the American armada piece by piece. The first strong blow: Peru Harbor, then new crushing punches followed.
  The Japanese were winning so quickly that Stalin barely had time to send troops into India and Bangladesh, where the Red Army was greeted with great jubilation.
  The defeat of America and the submarine warfare started by the USSR undermined the power of Britain. Relying on the resources of all of Europe, and then Africa, with most of Asia, Stalin began a major air offensive against Britain.
  Thousands, tens of thousands of Soviet bombers leveled English cities to dust. This continued until the fleet was knocked out.
  On November 7, 1942, the landings in the metropolis began. Britain held out for only a couple of weeks.
  In 1943, an invasion took place through Alaska and the Japanese captured the Isthmus of Panama.
  The war with the USA became protracted and bitter. Every step was taken with great difficulty.
  In 1946, New York and Washington fell. The Americans, however, managed to slam the door loudly at the end - using nuclear weapons. But they only burned a couple of Soviet divisions, several hundred thousand of their own citizens.
  The end of World War II occurred on September 5, 1946. Four years later, Stalin was forced to defeat Japan, which threatened to acquire nuclear weapons.
  The war lasted another five months, and the USSR established its final dominance in the world.
  Joseph Vissarionovich managed to include all the countries of the world into the USSR. The Greatest Leader of All Times and Nations lived until 1971. In real history, Stalin was poisoned. Here he handed over the throne to his grandson Alexander Stalin. Of course, a lot of blood was shed, and the Moloch of repression worked without interruption. Under Alexander Vasilyevich, some liberalization occurred. But not for long.
  The Soviet Union successfully explored space. Humanity is united and strives for other worlds. The astronaut has already set foot on Mars, Venus, Mercury, landed on Jupiter's satellite. Real cities are being built on the Moon.
  During the return of the cosmonaut from Pluto, an assassination attempt on Alexander Stalin took place. At the time of his rise to power, he was only thirty years old. At the time of the assassination attempt, he was only seventy and forty years old, like Solomon's successful reign.
  On Earth, hunger is over, terrorism is almost over, there are no wars, and even prisons are half empty and look more like scout camps than criminal zones. Drug addiction has almost disappeared, alcohol is not very popular, although it is not prohibited, as is tobacco, which has lost its popularity. Total literacy, free education and medicine.
  And even in the matter of life extension, progress was already being made.
  Well, there is no smell of real democracy. The elections, frankly speaking, are fictitious, at best a competition between two or three pre-agreed, verified candidates.
  For a long time, both Stalin and Alexander himself were elected without an alternative. But recently, pocket oppositionists have appeared. But still, the leader's grandson confidently took ninety-nine percent with a little bit.
  So the assassination attempt that happened in 2011 is nonsense. And it was successful.
  Alexander left no sons behind, and power was seized by the head of the all-powerful planetary security, Nero ibn Totalitarian. Nero's real name, and Totalitarian is a pseudonym.
  The word totalitarianism itself was not a swear word. The USSR, one on the entire planet, was considered an example of a positive state controlling everything and everyone. The ideology is communist, although not everything has remained from Marx, but it is developing according to plan. Money, however, has not been abolished yet, since the people are not mature yet.
  Formally, religion was atheism with a cult of leaders, but... With a touch of myth. For example, they already believed in the existence of the soul, and some supernatural forces. Although this was already approaching a mixture of paganism.
  And Stalin is a great idol.
  Nero, in general, did not destroy the cult of his predecessors, but shed streams of blood, strengthening his power.
  Mass repressions at the top were accompanied by purges at the bottom. Besides, the planet Earth was already threatened with resettlement. The birth rate is high, and the death rate is much lower than in reality.
  And Nero introduced criminal liability from the age of five, and the vicious practice of imprisoning children, either on the basis of one denunciation, or in general - planned. And adults, of course, too. Hundreds of millions of people on the scale of planet Earth ended up in camps, and tens of millions were shot. Moreover, the sadist Totalitarian justified this by the need to use the planet's resources sparingly. Flights to the stars were still fantasy, and the exploration of the Solar System was an extremely expensive undertaking.
  And the prisoners were content with little; they require far fewer resources, and the planetary-scale GULAG produces a lot of everything.
  And, of course, the main thing is the path to conquering other worlds. But for now the machine of repression works - like Moloch.
  MEINSTEIN'S HELL OF A STRIKE
  The command of the famous breakthrough in Anderrach in December 1944 was entrusted to Meinstein. Hitler decided to return the disgrace of his most talented field marshal, who had a huge experience in conducting offensive operations.
  And Model was given command of Army Group Vistula in the center of the German defense on the Eastern Front. It seemed that this would not be decisive, but...
  Here is the opinion of American journalist Ralph Irgensoll. How he describes the breakthrough;
  The Germans seemed to have it all - surprise, speed, firepower and high morale. Looking at the map on the morning of December 17, it seemed impossible to stop them - they had broken through our line of defense on a fifty-mile front and were pouring into that gap like water into a blown dam. And from them, on all the roads leading west, the Americans were running like mad!
  That is, it is clear that failure was not at all predetermined, and the Nazis had every chance of success.
  Mainstein managed to capture Bastogne on the move using the tactics of concentrated strikes. The success was facilitated by deception, which Mainstein had already tried more than once on the Eastern Front. The Germans went on the attack under American flags, and the Yankees mistook the Nazis for their own retreating troops. The Germans used a small number of captured Western-style vehicles, and trivially painted over the swastikas, painting white stars.
  The capture of Bastogne, which was covered by the 101st Airborne Division, led to the Nazis being able to reach the Meuse River, even ahead of schedule, and occupy the bridges that had not been blown up. And then, the warehouses in Liege and Namur that had not been destroyed were captured. There, the Nazis found huge reserves of fuel and ammunition.
  The "Royal Tigers" distinguished themselves in the battles, and bad weather contributed to the fact that the Allied air forces were out of the game. On December 23, Antwerp was captured, and large Allied forces were surrounded. And on December 25, by Christmas, the Germans captured the capital of Belgium - Brussels. For the first time since 1941, the Nazis could boast of having captured the capital.
  The unprecedented scale of the offensive, its furious pace and abundance of captured trophies, as well as many tens of thousands of prisoners of war, shook the Allies to their foundations. It seemed that a miracle was happening. The Germans felt inspired, and more and more Americans and Englishmen surrendered.
  In these circumstances, Wilson Churchill proposed an unexpected move: a truce for a period of one hundred days. Roosevelt was already seriously ill, and said that the generals would decide this issue. There was no unity among the commanders.
  But the threat of total disaster and enormous losses prompted the American generals to support the armistice from January 1, 1945. Now the word remained with Hitler.
  The Fuhrer came to life after hearing about the greatest successes in the West. His energy returned and he literally became younger. And at first he took the proposal with hostility.
  - How can we stop such a brilliant offensive when we are closer than ever to complete victory!
  However, the general quite rationally explained to the Fuhrer that the Americans had a population almost equal to the USSR, and a thirteen million strong army, and Britain together with colonial troops and dominions even more. So, even taking into account the enemy's morale, the allies would quickly set off and go on the counteroffensive. And the Russians, according to the latest information, were preparing a powerful blow in the center and East Prussia. Then the Fuhrer proposed a truce for a year, and with a full exchange of prisoners of war.
  Considering how many prisoners the Fritzes captured, it is quite understandable that Churchill and the American oligarchs did not argue. Moreover, German prisoners of war will replenish the Wehrmacht and will not allow Stalin to seize Europe in a year.
  Why should the allies hurry? America will soon test an atomic bomb, they can defeat Japan - untying their hands. And at the same time bleed the Third Reich and the USSR even more. And then take them while they are still warm...
  So Churchill made the decision himself, and Roosevelt, being sick and soft-hearted, did not object.
  And the Nazis immediately decided to transfer the 6th SS Panzer Army and sixteen of the most powerful divisions to the Eastern Front. It was impossible to completely hide the concentration of Soviet troops on the bridgeheads on the Vistula, and Model managed to strengthen the defense. In addition, this lion of defense withdrew reserves from under the artillery preparation of Soviet troops, and most strongly strengthened the second and third lines of defense.
  He also managed to convince Hitler to transfer some forces from Hungary and Slovakia. The Fuhrer decided that if there was no offensive in Italy, then some troops could be withdrawn from there.
  Stalin suddenly found himself alone with the Wehrmacht, which still controlled a significant part of Europe and... wavered. The situation had changed dramatically, Joseph wanted to deal with this first.
  The offensive in the center was planned for January 20. In real history, it began 8 days earlier, and in less than favorable weather conditions.
  However, Churchill did not ask Stalin to attack now, and the usually cautious Soviet head of the State Defense Committee felt some confusion. Of course, the most logical decision was to begin the offensive as quickly as possible, so as not to allow the Germans to strengthen their defenses with units transferred from the West. But one of Stalin's shortcomings was indecisiveness in the face of sudden changes in the situation and unclear positions.
  The leader, for example, did not dare to strike at Hitler first in 1941. Stalin did not dare to take Berlin back in February 1945, although due to the lack of fuel and ammunition, a German counterattack from Pomerania would hardly have been effective. The Supreme Commander-in-Chief also did not dare to directly invade Yugoslavia, against the hated Tito, to annex territories in Iran, or to impose a communist regime in Finland.
  Stalin is always more reserved in foreign policy than in domestic. He has no more impudence in front of foreigners, a lot of fear, and even some reverence. So, contrary to logic, the leader began to hesitate for real, and decided to postpone the offensive in the center for now.
  The number of German troops in Army Group Vistula increased rapidly. In a month, the infantry doubled from 800,000 to 1,650, tanks and self-propelled guns from 1,136 to 3,870 vehicles, artillery from 4,103 to 8,000, and aviation from 270 to 2,100 aircraft.
  Thus, the Germans were able to make the Soviets' superiority in forces less catastrophic than before. In addition, Model built a more viable defense.
  After the bombings ceased, Germany increased its production of equipment. Especially the ME-262 jet fighters. The latter machine became increasingly technically reliable, and its weight decreased. The HE-162, the best fighter in the world in terms of its flight characteristics, also showed great promise.
  And the Arado jet bomber increased in quantity, and its new modifications appeared. Gradually, German aviation began to acquire qualitative superiority over the Soviet one. At the same time, Soviet aircraft designers were still very far from the appearance of a full-fledged jet aircraft. Let us recall that the MIG-15 began to fly only in 1948, and went into serial production in 1949. And this was in peacetime and with the help of German designers and developments.
  Given the rapid growth in production of jet monsters, the USSR's air superiority was called into question.
  In tank building it was a little better, but the Nazis were able to launch the E-25 self-propelled gun into serial production, which had quite decent armor for its 88-mm gun and a low silhouette and weight. The possibility of the appearance of E-series vehicles could have given the Germans superiority in tank building as well.
  However, the Panther still retained its superiority in head-on combat over the T-35-85, primarily due to its more armor-piercing gun, and the Panzer-4 had frontal armor and armament, with a low silhouette, which was quite satisfactory. The Panther's gun coped with all Soviet tanks, 80-mm armor at an angle of 45 degrees - provided satisfactory protection. With high-quality armor, this gave the Germans an advantage in butting against the T-34-85.
  And considering that military actions in the West had ceased, capitalists began to supply alloying elements, which meant that the quality of the armor began to improve.
  And the already developed "Lion" tanks and the more advanced and compact "Panther"-2 were on the way. The Fritzes were trying to launch them into series production. It turned out that the Wehrmacht could have time to correct some of its weaknesses and achieve an advantage.
  After a series of meetings, Stalin ordered an offensive on February 5. Delay no longer made sense.
  However, the Germans had already managed to build a dense defense and had enough forces to withstand the onslaught with skillful defense. Fierce battles continued for more than a month. Soviet troops were able to advance from 15 to 30 kilometers without breaking through the front line. The stone wall did not give in.
  In mid-March, the Germans had already gone on the offensive in the direction of Budapest. They managed to achieve some tactical successes, and even create several cauldrons. The use of night vision devices and the offensive in the dark proved effective.
  Soviet troops were forced to break out of the encirclement by fighting and retreat across the Danube.
  However, despite the tactical success, the Fritzes were prevented from developing their offensive on Budapest by new strategic, Soviet reserves. True, the Nazis leveled the front and were able to improve their defense capabilities.
  The Allies have not had much luck with Japan either. The landing in the Philippines ended in failure. Japanese battleships led by the giant Yamato were able to intercept and destroy landing craft and several cruisers.
  So the advance of the US and Britain in the Pacific Ocean slowed down. However, the Land of the Rising Sun no longer had the strength to advance on its own.
  But the war was still dragging on, and there was no sign of a blitzkrieg.
  Stalin was trying to tear the fascists apart. Due to the exchange of prisoners of war, the Fritzes replenished their air fleet with experienced pilots and continued to strengthen jet aviation. And the Panther-2 tank finally entered serial production and turned out to be a very successful machine, surpassing all Soviet brands in combat qualities. At the same time, the predator had an excellent 900 horsepower engine, and a king tiger gun capable of penetrating 158 mm armor at a distance of 1,500 meters, with 150 mm inclined frontal armor.
  The Lev tank was an innovative brand in general - the turret was shifted back, and the engine and transmission were located together in one block, and the gearbox was on the engine itself. Thus, the Lev family had a compact layout and had an excellent ratio: armor, armament, weight.
  The fascists, albeit belatedly, managed to design good, successful tanks capable of surpassing Soviet models.
  On April 15, having gathered 2.5 million soldiers and many tanks, Marshal Zhukov launched an offensive. He was opposed by the same Mobel. Meinstein received diamonds to his knight's cross for his success in Anders, and became the second Reichsmarschall after Goering.
  And it was to him that Hitler entrusted command of the southern section of the front. Zhukov's blow was strong, but Model withdrew troops from the front line of defense and managed to stop the Soviet advance on the second line.
  By this time the Wehrmacht had grown stronger. The Germans had been strengthened by numerous liberated prisoners of war, and had armed themselves with the excellent MP-44 machine gun, whose production was constantly increasing.
  The production of tanks and self-propelled guns increased... But most importantly, the fighting spirit of the German troops grew; they were ready to fight to the end.
  At the cost of enormous losses, Zhukov managed to break through the defense line in the center by April 22, but the emergence of battered Soviet troops into operational space did not allow Warsaw to be bypassed. The enemy's southern armored group launched a powerful counterattack, and on April 26, significant forces of the Red Army were surrounded.
  A precarious balance was established in the air, but the German jet bombers, due to their speed, could bomb with practical impunity - disrupting supplies. In addition, the Fritzes used radio-guided bomb-rockets, which fell very accurately and destroyed crossings.
  Stalin, in a rage, forbade the Soviet troops who had been encircled from retreating. However, quickly running out of ammunition and fuel, the heroic Soviet units could not hold out for too long.
  In early May, most of the Soviet troops in the cauldron were eliminated: some were destroyed, some were captured. The offensive under Zhukov's command ended in a major military disaster, forcing the Soviet troops to retreat beyond the Vistula.
  However, Stalin showed stubbornness and ordered that the bridgeheads be preserved at any cost.
  The Third Reich in the West controlled the Netherlands, as well as the French - Elsartz and Lorraine together with Luxembourg. Thus, the Fritzes still have enough resources to increase the production of weapons in the absence of bombing. Especially easy and cheap HE-162.
  So the advantage in the air gradually passed to the fascists. The most effective German ace - Huffman, received the rank of major on May 8 and with him the HE-162.
  As it soon became clear, the new machine was ideally suited to Huffman's style: attacking the enemy at close range. It had very good maneuverability and speed.
  And the most effective ace of the Second World War continued to accumulate scores. Well, and Meinstein began an offensive in Hungary. The Germans again used the tactics of night strikes and maneuvers in the dark, as well as jet bombers.
  But they advanced relatively slowly and suffered heavy losses. The Soviet army was not what it used to be. The troops had gained combat experience and resisted, desperately showing fortitude and mass heroism in defense. And the Red Army command acted quickly enough and introduced reserves into the battle almost in time.
  At the cost of great losses, the Germans advanced a hundred kilometers, and stopped short of Budapest. Moreover, the Soviet command tried to counterattack. But not very successfully so far.
  The German SPG E-25 has proven itself excellent in defense. Its low silhouette and strong frontal armor allowed it to demonstrate superiority on the battlefield, including against the SU-100.
  The hot summer of 1945 arrived. Both sides had been badly bled dry in the previous battles. Hitler was forced to halt his advance in Hungary. Stalin, in turn, tried to hold the bridgeheads. A major battle was raging in the air.
  On July 2, 1945, Huffman shot down his 400th aircraft, for which he was awarded the Golden Oak Leaves to the Knight's Cross, thus becoming the second pilot to receive such an order. The first
  It turned out to be the legendary Rudel.
  Among the Soviet aces, Kozhedub confidently took first place, receiving his third Hero of the USSR star on August 19 for 75 enemy aircraft shot down. And this despite the fact that the Luftwaffe was increasingly gaining qualitative superiority.
  Gradually, the Germans curtailed the production of propeller-driven aircraft, replacing them with jet aircraft. In the fall of 1945, the newest model ME-262 appeared, with swept wings and a speed of up to 1,100 kilometers per hour.
  The summer passed in attacks and skirmishes. In August, the Soviets tried to break through the German positions in East Prussia. The battles lasted about a month, but they failed to overcome the powerful German defense.
  The Germans, in turn, did not force the offensive. They increased the number of new Panther-2 and Lev tanks, and tried to seize total advantage in the air.
  The Soviet Union lost Lend-Lease supplies and this had a negative impact on military production. The decision to hold the bridgeheads on the Vistula cost the Red Army too much. And it did not justify itself.
  And the Germans also had flying discs...
  Stalin, after some hesitation, decided to attack in Hungary. The terrain there was more convenient. But overall, it must be admitted, it increasingly resembled the First World War. When the lines became immobile, and the attacking side lost much more than the one sitting on the defensive.
  And the Soviet command came across strong formations of the Fritzes. The battles dragged on until late autumn. This time Stalin demanded an offensive and decisive successes.
  But there were not enough forces, or rather the enemy was not weaker. The Germans finally seized the initiative in the air due to jet aircraft and used the latest, very effective self-propelled guns and tanks in defense. And only the mass heroism of Soviet soldiers could be used as a counter.
  The T-44 tank turned out to be too crude and unreliable to be put into mass production, so the T-34-85 remained the main vehicle.
  The IS-3 was produced in small batches. But this vehicle, despite its excellent frontal protection, was not very effective, especially in terms of driving performance.
  Soviet troops also tried to attack in East Prussia and on the Vistula, but were unable to break through the enemy front anywhere. And the Germans themselves limited themselves to active defense.
  Hitler was unwell, and the actual duties of the supreme commander were performed by the head of the SS Himmler. And this bespectacled executioner was distinguished by caution. Goering, too, due to his abuse of dope, had completely decomposed. Thus Himmler managed to seize almost unlimited power.
  But the head of the SS was biding his time, and was counting on new types of weapons. The Fritzes had already managed to launch a nuclear reactor, having corrected the error with graphite, and had also very successfully demonstrated new-generation flying machines - flying discs. So this freak was counting on a miracle weapon, and preferred to conserve his strength.
  In addition, the Allies are unlikely to resume military operations against the Third Reich. After the failure of the landing in the Philippines, the Americans returned to cautious tactics, squeezing the Japanese out of the islands. They moved across the Pacific Ocean, but extremely slowly. It is not for nothing that Nimitz's tactics were nicknamed: from palm tree to palm tree.
  Nuclear weapons have been tested, but Japan itself is still probably hard to get. In September 1945, the Americans tried, but ran into an ambush and lost both nuclear bombs. So for now, Hiroshima and Nagasaki are standing.
  And the Japanese, having gained experience, are using their battleships more successfully, forcing America and Britain to exercise maximum caution. Thus, Truman, who replaced Roosevelt, has not yet received any trump cards to put pressure on the USSR and the Third Reich.
  In mid-November 1945, the Red Army halted its offensive, and the fighting moved into the air phase and small-scale shelling.
  It was becoming obvious to Stalin that the military actions had reached a positional deadlock. And the best way out of this was to conclude peace. But... Himmler and Hitler wanted at least some territorial gains from the USSR and still believed in the miracle weapon.
  So in January 1946, Stalin decided to try once again to break the back of fascism.
  In January 1946, the Red Army launched a major offensive. The Germans were well armed, but their manpower was broken. But the USSR was severely depleted and destroyed by the war.
  The density of artillery preparation on the main section of the breakthrough has been increased to five hundred barrels per kilometer. However, the Nazis usually build a deeply echeloned defense and their main forces are located at a distance from the front line.
  In addition, the Soviet command conducted an offensive in eleven other different places. The tactics of the famous Brusilov breakthrough were used, when they attacked both on a broad front and simultaneously concentrated in the area of the main breakthrough.
  Hitler was seriously ill and Himmler was still sticking to defensive tactics. But the Germans had already managed to launch some powerful new products into serial production. In particular, the more advanced E-50, a fully-fledged new-generation tank, and several modifications of the fundamentally new "Lion" tank.
  Considering that the main Soviet tank was still the T-34-85, the Soviet troops had to face the qualitative superiority of the enemy. Plus the Wehrmacht's jet aviation. The TA-400, a six-engine, the most powerful bomber in the world with a flight range of over 8,000 kilometers, had already appeared. And the ME-262 in the "X" modification, capable of developing a speed almost twice as high as the Soviet Yaks.
  Very encouraging tests of the disc aircraft were also conducted. Moreover, the new machines not only reached speeds four or five times greater than the speed of sound, but also, what is important, thanks to the laminar flow, they were practically invulnerable to small arms.
  While the disc was moving, air currents could carry away bullets and shells, and the disc passed through the thickest anti-aircraft fire without receiving damage.
  True, this same laminar flow did not allow the German machine to fire back. The maximum that could be done was to turn off the flow for a short time and drop bombs.
  But in any case, the discus is a fundamentally new weapon that has a very strong influence on the psyche of the attacking soldier.
  Stalin gave the operation a very pompous name: "Vladimir Lenin". There had already been operations "Rumyantsev", "Kutuzov", "Suvorov", but there really is no one and nothing cooler than Vladimir Ilyich! So good luck to the Red Army, and it's time to destroy the Fritzes.
  The fascists prepared for defense in a colossal manner, and when the offensive began on January 15, they met it fully armed.
  The Nazis managed to repel the Soviet offensive in all eleven auxiliary directions, and only in the area of the main breakthrough did the Soviet troops break through the Nazi line of defense.
  Stalin decided to make the main attack in Hungary. In East Prussia, the Germans have too strong a defense. In Croatia, the terrain is not very good for an attack - mountains, crossings. In Poland, it is necessary to force the Vistula, and there are plenty of mountain obstacles.
  Slovakia was still left. The second most powerful blow was delivered there, and calculations were also made for a breakthrough. But the Fritzes had collected too many tanks and were able to correct the situation with a counterattack.
  But in Hungary, the Soviet troops broke through! Stalin was very pleased. His dream of cutting the Third Reich in half seemed close to being realized.
  Soviet troops covered more than a hundred kilometers in the first ten days, and this inspired optimism.
  The cunning Meinstein, however, was in no hurry to plug the gap made by the Red Army, but on the contrary, he waited and accumulated forces on the flanks. He remembered the offensive of the Soviet troops near Kharkov and on Kharkov, when the Russians also initially won and attacked, and then they were masterfully cut off by a sweep.
  And then the fascists conceived a similar trap. Experienced Marshals Zhukov and Vasilevsky pointed out to Stalin the possibility of such a flank diversion, but the tired Supreme Commander-in-Chief gave a decisive refusal to regroup the troops. Stalin did not want to let the bird of fortune slip out of his hands and demanded that Vienna be captured as quickly as possible and Nazism put an end to.
  On February 5, when Soviet troops had already advanced over 250 kilometers and were approaching Vienna, Tartarus" counterattack - "The Tiger"s Mouth" - was launched.
  Powerful German tank wedges pressed the flanks of the Soviet troops. And literally in three days they cut off Soviet communications.
  Stalin was furious and forbade the withdrawal of troops, demanding unblocking. The battles were raging terribly. For the first time, the Germans used their invulnerable disc-shaped aircraft en masse, as well as the disc-shaped helicopters developed by Kurt Tank.
  The fascist jet aircraft, including attack aircraft, had total dominance in the air. And this made it difficult for the Soviet troops to maneuver and launch counterattacks.
  Attempts to break through the encirclement were unsuccessful. The Soviet group was cut to pieces, although individual units continued to fight until early March.
  But the Nazis, unfortunately, changed the balance of power and were able to first encircle and then recapture Budapest. And thus regain control over most of Hungary.
  As a result, a ledge was formed...
  And on the Japanese front, the allies finally landed in the Philippines. The Land of the Rising Sun was running out of steam, and even isolated tactical successes could not cause a turning point.
  The British and Americans, having gained strength, pushed the Japanese out of Burma and began an offensive on Indochina. In land battles, the British and American tanks were superior to the light Japanese tanks, and the allies advanced, albeit slowly, but fairly evenly. The samurai counterattacks could not cause significant damage.
  And only choked on blood. Thus, Japan gradually weakened.
  And in April 1946, the cruiser Yamato was sunk. Which was an important symbolic step...
  But the US and Britain have not yet untied their hands. And the atomic bomb has not been launched. But the nuclear arsenals are slowly but surely being replenished!
  So, Uncle Sam may not be in a hurry. Especially since both the USSR and Germany are far from peace.
  Indeed, after the successes in Hungary, Hitler, who was ill with Parkinson's, noticeably perked up and demanded an offensive against the positions of Soviet troops.
  Meinstein launched a surprise attack on the Soviet command in the direction of Romania. The Fritzes managed to reach the Black Sea by the end of May.
  The Soviet command was also at a loss. Stalin had suffered a stroke, but not trusting anyone, he refused to give authority to any of his deputies. Because of this, the control of the Soviet troops was disrupted, and the Nazis were able to seize Romania and cut off the Soviet troops that were fighting in the Balkans.
  King Michei and his retinue hastened to swear allegiance to the Third Reich again. And the fascists, who were already receiving oil from the Allies, gained control of the Romanian oil fields.
  The Germans lost some time in the battles for the Balkans; the Fuhrer did not want to leave large Soviet forces in his rear and was eager to punish Tito and the traitors from Bulgaria.
  The summer passed in battles in the Balkans. And in the autumn Stalin had already retreated and tried to counterattack. The Germans reached the Soviet border in some places and entered Moldova, but for now the territory of the USSR remained inaccessible to them.
  And the Americans finally used nuclear weapons against Japan. But not in August 1945, but in September 1946. By this time, the Allies had already approached Singapore and liberated most of Indochina. The Land of the Rising Sun had lost many islands, and the Allies were already planning an offensive on Okinawa.
  Taking advantage of Japan's weakened military power, two atomic bombs fell on Hiroshima and one on Nagasaki. Five more nuclear bombs destroyed jet fighters from the Land of Samurai and Ninja. But the effect was stunning. Although Japan did not capitulate after that. But it made an impression on all countries of the world.
  Autumn passed with varying success, but the front line changed very little.
  The Germans finished off their opponents in the Balkans and continued to strengthen their armored fists. Pyramid tanks became very effective, providing excellent protection and a high level of rational armor slope from all angles.
  The development of a worthy replacement for the T-54 tank was delayed, and the Soviet T-34-85 continued to be a workhorse, although it was obviously outdated. Neither the armament nor the armor of the T-34 could compete with the Soviet vehicles.
  And the fascists still have a monopoly on jet aviation. So Stalin has already agreed to peace, but the Nazis have not yet.
  In winter, the Wehrmacht, contrary to tradition, unexpectedly went on the offensive. The Red Army fought heroically. Even blocking detachments were used, and harsh measures were taken against the commanders of the retreating units and the soldiers themselves.
  But the Fritzes' superiority in the air and the superior quality of the breakthrough tanks had an effect. In addition, the invulnerable flying discs had a heavy and oppressive effect on the Soviet soldiers. They - the flying saucers - seemed like a demonic weapon, against which there were no means or countermeasures.
  The Soviet troops were forced to leave Poland and retreat to the Neman. The fascists managed to surround Lvov. The city held out in a complete blockade for more than four months. Bialystok was also captured, and the German hordes entered Lithuania. The situation was aggravated by the entry of Sweden and Finland into the war on the side of the Third Reich.
  In the spring of 1947, there was a temporary lull. Both sides suffered heavy losses. Stalin rescinded his own order banning children under sixteen from fighting and increased the number of female units.
  The Germans also recruited teenagers, girls and foreigners. Now they have almost all of Europe under their control again.
  Meanwhile, the Americans finally forced Japan to capitulate by May 1947. But to do so, they had to seize Okinawa, Singapore, and drop another dozen atomic bombs.
  So the allies' hands are finally untied. And now is the time to begin peace negotiations.
  But the conditions of the USA and Britain, of course, demanded political changes in their countries from both Stalin and Hitler. Both dictators did not want to agree to this. In addition, the Fuhrer ordered the offensive to begin again at the end of May.
  The Germans now began to use the tactics of attacks on different sections of the front, and in mixed combinations. This yielded certain results.
  The US, for now, preferred not to interfere with the Germans.
  The fascists captured Chisinau in June, approached Minsk in July, captured Vilnius in August and besieged Riga. Autumn was quite dynamic. Riga held out for now, but at the beginning of October the fascists captured Minsk and Zhitomir. And at the end of November the Soviet troops retreated to the Berezina. And the Nazis reached the Dnieper and the city of Kyiv.
  The Third Reich's technological advantage was telling, especially in the air. Jet aircraft and disc aircraft dominated, and no affordable antidote had yet been found.
  In the field of tank building, the T-54 had just begun to arrive at the front, and the T-35-85 remained the most widely produced tank. The IS-4 tank was not entirely successful, and it was carefully produced only in small series.
  German machine guns were superior to Soviet ones. Especially since the Kalashnikov had not yet been developed, and the AK's shooting accuracy was not all right.
  The successes of the fascists led to the US demanding the division of the USSR.
  Secret negotiations even began about the US opening a second front in the Far East.
  But such ideas, despite all the temptation, could run into opposition from public opinion in the USA. And the USSR was still holding on. But the Americans clearly did not want to stop the war and open a front in the West.
  The year 1948 began with Stalin's attempts to turn the tide of the war. Production of the new T-54 tank was increasing, although the heavier German pyramidal tank "E"-50 remained more powerful. Some hopes were also pinned on the IS-7. But the machine, with all its advantages, in particular powerful frontal armor, turned out to be technically unreliable. The large weight of about seventy tons required an engine of at least a thousand horsepower. And such a mastodon still needed to be debugged and debugged.
  The T-54 has a similar problem - a 520 horsepower diesel has a weight limit. And with thirty-six tons of weight, you won"t get an advantage over the pyramidal 65-ton German E-50.
  The first serial jet fighter MIG-15 passed successful tests. But it also needed time for its serial production. But gradually, new types of weapons appeared in the USSR and the Soviet people continued the fight against the technological monsters of the Third Reich.
  1948 found the USSR in a troubling situation. The Germans reached the Riga line, along the Dvina River, then almost to the Dnieper, and along the Berezina River. They captured almost all of right-bank Ukraine except Kyiv.
  The whole of Europe continued to fight on Germany's side. Moreover, both Franco, the head of Spain, and Salazar, the dictator of Portugal, entered into open war against Russia. The Finns also opened their front, and Sweden sent volunteers.
  But the situation was especially complicated by Turkey's entry into the war. Now another front has opened in Transcaucasia. Plus, the Americans and the British are helping and economically supplying the Wehrmacht - hoping to bleed both Europe and the USSR dry.
  The calculation, however, is based on the fact that the Soviet troops began to receive new equipment. Of course, the T-54 weighing 36 tons cannot be as powerful in armament and armor as the German E-50 weighing 65 tons, but ... The Soviet machine is no longer as hopelessly inferior to the Germans as the T-34-85. The weight has increased by only four tons. But Soviet designers have maximally compacted the layout and the tank has become half a meter lower. This has reduced the amount of armored space. In addition, the number of crew members has been reduced from five to four. And this has also reduced the size of the room in the tank. Thus, the frontal armor of the turret has been strengthened - up to 200 millimeters from 90, the hull up to 100 millimeters from 45, the sides and stern up to 100 millimeters from 45. And the gun from 85 millimeters became 100 millimeters, with an initial projectile velocity of 893 meters per second. True, the German 105-mm gun with an initial projectile velocity of 1,300 meters per second retained its advantage.
  But the German pyramidal tank is especially strong because it has no roof, and the armor has rational angles of inclination, on all sides. And the case-hardened steel gives a ricochet at all angles. The front of the German tank is 250 mm, and the sides are 200.
  However, even a 100-mm gun is not enough to penetrate the German, who was not taken by the IS-2 and IS-3. So the T-54 tank turned out to be slightly worse in running characteristics, but without a decisive advantage on the battlefield. So even in 1948, the most common tank was still the T-34-85. Although the production of the T-54 gradually increased from month to month.
  In principle, Soviet designers faced a difficult dilemma. A weight of 36 tons is not enough to surpass a German tank of 65 tons. But they did not want to worsen the driving characteristics and maneuverability. And the USSR did not have any other reliable engine in serial production except a diesel engine with 520 horsepower. Other options were not very successful, and it was risky to put them into production. For example, the IS-4 in it with a weight of 60 tons more or less decent armor, but the engine is unreliable and the vehicle was produced only in small series, not enough to change the course of the war.
  So the T-54 became a compromise between mobility and efficiency.
  Some hopes were connected with the development of the IS-7. The weight limit was increased to 70 tons and the best designers were involved. And the engine was planned to be remade from a marine diesel engine of 1050 horsepower. Then this machine could compete with the E-50, which has an engine of 1200 horsepower.
  But the tank never went into production - the engine was not reliable, and its refinement required too much time. Although the 130-millimeter gun with an initial projectile velocity of 900 meters per second could penetrate the E-50 in the thinner rear part of the armor, or even had a chance to ram the frontal armor at least close. Although nominally, the armor-piercing ability was not enough. And the IS-7 armor itself, in particular the frontal one, is very good. But the sides and rear are noticeably worse than the German pyramidal design.
  But the IS-7 is not a serial one either. In the air, some hopes are pinned on the MIG-15. The new fighter has good flight characteristics. But it also had many shortcomings.
  During the state tests, the power plant, weapons and systems of the aircraft worked reliably, however, despite the work done, the efficiency of the ailerons was still insufficient, and control was difficult. On the one hand, the brake flaps increased the maneuverability of the aircraft, but on the other, when they were opened, a strong pitching effect occurred, which interfered with targeting. It was also noted that the aircraft did not have a state identification transponder, radar and equipment for blind landing. But, despite the identified shortcomings, the "S-3" was recommended as a standard for serial production.
  German fighters still retained a qualitative superiority over Soviet aircraft.
  But the odds have evened out. And the armament is one 37-mm cannon and two 23-mm cannons, quite adequate. Although the ME-362 is armed and more powerful, it is a twin-engine machine. But it is quite comparable with the HE-262.
  Although the German planes are better equipped and much easier to fly.
  Yes, the production of jet aircraft in the Third Reich had long been established. The first machines flew back in 1939. But serial production of the MIG-15 was also just getting going.
  In winter, the Soviet troops were unable to achieve significant success, and in May the Nazis went on the offensive. The main blow was delivered in the center. The Fuhrer still hoped to capture Moscow. In addition, in the south, the Soviet troops could use the Dnieper as a natural water barrier.
  And hold the defensive lines in the south.
  The Fritzes' dangerous weapon was the flying discs. They could already drop bombs and unguided rockets, and they themselves were covered by laminar jets.
  There was nothing to say in response to such a misfortune. Especially since the speed of flying saucers is 7-8 times higher than the speed of sound, and the flight range is to any point in the country.
  And this made it possible to launch missile strikes on Russian factories located far from the front.
  The total number of weapons produced in the USSR was approximately one hundred tanks per day and one hundred and fifty aircraft per day. And at its peak it was one hundred and fifty-two hundred.
  But there are limitations in mass production, and there is often a shortage of trained crews.
  The Third Reich is also scraping together its last reserves. Almost all workers and peasants have been drafted into the army. They have been replaced by foreign guest workers and female and adolescent guards. Women have also become concentration camp guards or entered government offices.
  The army officially called up people from the age of fourteen, and often took volunteers even earlier. And up to sixty-five officially, and even older as volunteers. Entire regiments of female pilots and female snipers appeared. And a great many foreign divisions, as well as units of mixed composition. Even Polish legions, as an alternative - the Polish Army.
  The Fritzes were running out of steam, but help from the West was increasing. The Allies were mainly feeding the fascists with food and raw materials, and also supplied equipment for military factories. Since the Nazis' equipment was already much better than the West's. And the pyramidal tank is a kind of perfect form of a machine, which in its purity - the arrangement of armor at rational angles - is impossible to surpass.
  Another dangerous type of weapon of the Third Reich was the bomb thrower. It was at least not inferior to the Soviet rocket artillery, on the "Sturmtigers" and "Sturmlwas" it became a mass avalanche of breakthroughs.
  And besides, the TA-400 and TA-500, together with tailless bombers, sowed the horror of destruction in the Soviet rear. And this already affected the production of weapons. Many factories went underground, which reduced their productivity and increased the costs of producing equipment.
  The Nazis, having begun their offensive on May 5, managed to break through the front line. But the Soviet command had already learned to build a strong, deeply echeloned defense. Having retreated a little over a hundred kilometers, the Soviet troops in Belarus fortified themselves on the Dnieper. And Riga was finally cut off by land from the main Soviet group.
  The Germans tried to exploit their success, but suffered significant losses. The Soviet troops firmly established themselves along the Dnieper line. The summer passed in stubborn positional battles. In September, however, the fascists, after a siege lasting many months, finally managed to take Riga. Their hordes besieged Tallinn, and the Soviet troops had to retreat to Narva and the former borders of the Stalin Line, erected before the redistribution of 1939.
  So far, it was not possible to decisively seize the initiative, and the production of the jet MIGA in 1948 remained small. But the Fritzes, despite their technical advantage, achieved nothing. Kyiv continued to heroically hold out on the right-bank Ukraine. And the attempt to land troops in Crimea ended in a heavy defeat for the fascists.
  True, the Nazis' submarine fleet was clearly stronger at sea. Submarines resembling killer whales are in serial production, powered by hydrogen peroxide. They can reach speeds of up to 35 knots per hour, which is quite decent for a surface fleet. In addition, nuclear submarines are already being actively developed.
  The advantage of such a weapon is obvious. And in the Third Reich itself, several nuclear reactors are already operating and the acquisition of an atomic club is not far off. But in the USSR, active developments are being carried out on this topic. Although the difficulties of wartime slow down the development of such a program.
  The Germans were able to capture the Baltics in 1948, approach Pskov, and Belarus reached the Dnieper, occupying Vitebsk and Orsha. But their successes were limited to that. Kyiv remained an impregnable bridgehead. True, the Soviet troops have not yet achieved a significant turning point in the war.
  But then came 1949.
  Soviet jet fighters MIG-15, LA-15, Yak-23 became serial machines and finally began to be produced more en masse. Thus, demonstrating that the fascists' monopoly in the air had come to an end.
  And so the bombings devastated the Soviet land. True, the fascists did not stand still either. The TA-383 became the first fighter in the world to significantly exceed the speed of sound - approximately twice.
  But the technological advantage of the fascists in the air ceased to be overwhelming. True, the Yak-23, a light and maneuverable machine, like the LA-15, did not become mass fighters. First of all, because of their weaker armament. And the Germans preferred ME-362 class aircraft with five 37-millimeter and four 30-millimeter aircraft cannons.
  This machine is very durable and it was really taken out by a caliber of at least 37 mm. Not to mention that the TA-400, TA-500 and the newest TA-600 are very durable and heavily protected jet-powered machines. The Ju-488 has already been taken out of production, but the Ju-487, a very powerful jet bomber, has appeared.
  But Soviet designers were not asleep either; technology was developing at an accelerating pace.
  While the MiG-15 was going into serial production, its further improvement continued. To eliminate the shortcomings identified on the experimental aircraft "S-3", the third serial MiG-15 No. 101003 was sent from Plant No. 1 to the Mikoyan Design Bureau, where it received the code "SV".
  Of course, the outcome of battles was largely decided in design bureaus, and not only on the battlefield.
  The following changes were made to the design of the serial MiG-15: the NS-23 cannons were replaced with the NR-23, vibration when firing the N-37D cannon was eliminated, the link leads were improved, the strength of the aircraft structure was increased, and a trimmer was installed on the left aileron. Well, an anti-flutter weight was installed in the wing, a B-7 hydraulic booster was installed, a GS-3000 generator-starter was used, a new shock absorber for the nose landing gear was installed, and the ASP-1 sight was replaced with an ASP-3N.
  
  On June 13, 1949, state tests of the MiG-15 "SV" began, but on August 10 they were interrupted due to insufficient rigidity of the NR-23 cannon installation. The aircraft was returned to the OKB for modifications, and on October 19, the "SV" was sent back for state tests, although the armament was not finalized. The designers' main efforts were focused on improving controllability and the ability to start the engine in the air.
  But not all of the designers' work was successful; much of it failed.
  Only a small part of the improvements tested on the MiG-15 "SV" were used in production aircraft with the RD-45F engine. Among them were the new ASP-3N sight, the PS-2 panel, an improved engine starting system and aileron hydraulic booster. The remaining innovations appeared in the series on the MiG-15bis, equipped with the VK-1 engine.
  In the winter of 1949, the Soviet command launched an offensive in the center. Although its success was insignificant, the losses were enormous, and the Germans held the defense, but the calculation on the exhaustion of the USSR did not come true. True, in February, the besieged Tallinn fell. The Red Army is still strong.
  And the spring passed in an exchange of blows... In the summer, the Nazis threw all their forces into storming Kyiv. At the cost of colossal losses and massive shelling, they still took the city. During the assault, the fascists used super-large tanks for the first time: "Monster" and "Rat". Their capabilities for breaking through strong and developed defense lines in engineering terms turned out to be relatively satisfactory.
  The "Monster" also tested the world's largest mortars, throwing projectiles weighing up to 10 tons. And they showed all the danger of such weapons during a breakthrough.
  But the Germans had already exhausted their offensive potential. And their military machine was exhausted. September 1, 1949 marked ten years since the beginning of World War II. And there was reason to be horrified. Germany and Europe were depopulated.
  The Soviet Union, by the way, too. Their generation of men of draft age was a maximum of three or four percent. The army was full of beardless boys, gray-haired old men, and women. The Red Army also suffered colossal losses and was exhausted.
  But industry, albeit with difficulty, continued to work, and German aviation losses continued to increase. Anti-aircraft missiles also appeared in the USSR's arsenal.
  In the autumn, the Soviets were already testing the Germans for strength. Unfortunately, the German pyramidal tank continued to be the best machine of the Second World War. Moreover, the Germans installed a more advanced turbogenerator engine with a power of 1500-1600 horsepower on it and the German machine improved its running qualities, successfully fighting both the autumn thaw and the winter snowdrifts. And the absence of a pallet increased its cross-country ability. So, for now, the fascists did not lose the opportunity to deliver counterattacks.
  On November 7, 1949, both the USSR and Germany, ironically on the same day, tested nuclear weapons. Now the US atomic monopoly is finally over. But the war continues... Stalin is already seriously ill, and Hitler is also feeling unwell. But both dictators are stubborn.
  The fascists still have a dangerous and unsolved trump card: flying discs, which are being improved and becoming more and more dangerous. And one of the design developments was the idea of equipping "flying saucers" with nuclear-pumped lasers.
  Hitler still believed in the miracle weapon and the capabilities of his troops. But the front line became stagnant, as in the First World War. The winter attacks of the Red Army were not successful. But an offensive was launched against Turkey in Transcaucasia. The weaker Ottoman troops succumbed to the blows. The Russians captured Kars, Erzurum, and a number of other cities.
  But the intervention of Britain, which threatened to join the United States in starting a war with the Soviets, as well as the arrival of large reinforcements from the Wehrmacht, halted the Soviet offensive.
  But in any case: the Red Army is still strong. And across the ocean, anti-Soviet hysteria is growing. One of the ideas is to set pro-American China against the USSR. Chiang Kai-shek is not at all against expanding his borders at the expense of Russia.
  True, the Chinese army is not very combat-ready, but it is extremely numerous.
  True, Mao Zedong continues to wage war, even though he has been greatly pushed back recently. But the Americans promise to increase their assistance against Mao, and even to use their troops.
  The American people do not want to fight against the USSR, but the Americans are quite capable of suppressing the barbarian Mao. And the Chinese government troops will be like cannon fodder for them.
  Thus, a new, dangerous threat loomed over the USSR in the following year of 1950. Stalin knew about it and tried to prevent it. At the same time, they again tried to negotiate peace with the Third Reich.
  But Hitler was against any peace in which the Germans did not reach the Urals.
  And the allies put pressure on Germany and its satellites, demanding that the war continue until a victorious end. They themselves wanted to get their colonies in Russia.
  So, it was not possible to reach an agreement. Although Stalin was ready to give up a lot - even Donbass and Crimea.
  The aging Supreme Commander-in-Chief, however, was not too upset:
  - We Russians have defeated everyone! We will win this time too!
  But for now the situation is very grave. In June 1950, the puppet Chinese regime, armed by the US and Britain, opened a new front.
  Millions of yellow soldiers crossed the Soviet border in the Far East and invaded Mongolia.
  The battle of the titans flared up with new, furious force...
  
  THE FIGHT BETWEEN VLADIMIR KLITCHKO AND VLADIMIR ZELENSKY
  And the boy-Creator threw Vladimir Zelensky, throwing a bare child's foot into the ring. A boxing arena instantly grew up on the site of the multi-colored thickets of the vineyard. And at the wave of the young God-Creator, the stands appeared, and with them the noise and hubbub. Many representatives of other worlds, species from orange scorpions to non-radioactive jellyfish.
  They whistled, wheezed, squealed, stamped, croaked, and even spewed fire and plasma! A real cacophony and Vladimir Zelensky felt like his ears were literally being beaten.
  A transparent covering, resembling an aquarium, descended on top of the ring. It tightly covered the quite trivial boxing ring and blocked out all sounds.
  Rejuvenated and strengthened, Vladimir Zelensky felt quite confident. He straightened his broad shoulders and proudly raised his large head.
  Well, if the mountain didn't go to Mohammed, then... The President of Ukraine saw his opponent, who seemed painfully familiar to him. The characteristic short haircut with black hair, the fierce look... Could it really be Vitalik Klitschko?
  No, this one has a slightly narrower face, and he seems to be a younger boxer. Well, yes, Vladimir Vladimirovich (such a strange coincidence in the name and patronymic with the president of Russia!) Klitschko - in person! Well, why did he, Vladimir Aleksandrovich, end up on the tip of a dagger. However, there is no fear. Especially since the grown-up president of Ukraine is at least five to seven centimeters taller than Vladimir and twenty to thirty kilograms heavier.
  The role of referee in the ring is performed by a bare-legged, chocolate-tanned, muscular and tall honey blonde.
  She has a pretty face, but a strong neck, he is almost naked, as much as her revealing bikini is smaller than a fig leaf. Vladimir Zelensky involuntarily looked at the referee, and missed the first blow from Vladimir. Apparently there were some peculiar rules here, the fight began without a gong.
  The girl made a gesture, like, continue. The punch from Vladimir Klitschko was strong, but with his left, and besides, he hit a big guy, and there wasn't enough power to knock down the monster Zelensky.
  Vladimir Aleksandrovich clenched his fists, his muscles bulged like balls. He looked much more pumped up, and more like a professional bodybuilder than Vladimir Klitschko, but... Mister humorist Zelensky did judo as a child, and in his mature years he was not at all friends with sports. And it turned out that it was very difficult for him to understand the technique of a fight in the ring.
  Vladimir Zelensky made obvious mistakes: he clenched his fist with all his might, punched with his hand tense along the entire trajectory, which is why his punches were pushing and did not carry the destructive power that almost one and a half hundred kilograms of quality muscle mass could have provided.
  Vladimir Zelensky acquired a new, beautiful, pumped-up body in a parallel world, but not martial arts skills. So the smaller, although also not small, opponent clearly won.
  Vladimir Klitschko worked as the second number, forcing the giant Zelensky to miss, or putting up blocks. However, the blows of a heavy and strong athlete, even if he does not know how to punch professionally, are quite noticeable. Therefore, Vladimir preferred to shift, or put up elastic blocks.
  Otherwise, you will definitely get knocked out by such a big guy as the former president of Ukraine has become.
  At the same time, the former world champion constantly stung Vladimir Zelensky with his left, intrusive and fast jab. He traditionally did not invest in punches in his first rounds, but Klitschko's left hand is fast and elastic.
  The fight was held according to peculiar rules. The first round was clearly dragging on longer than the allotted three minutes and it seemed that here, like in wrestling, there were no rounds or breaks at all, as a minute pause followed.
  Vladimir Zelensky is not too tired, his body is in great shape, while Klitschko is just warming up.
  Remembering that Vladimir Vladimirovich was nicknamed "glass jaw", the mighty Zelensky desperately tried to catch his opponent with one blow. Vladimir, in response, apparently deciding that it was enough to play cat and mouse, hit the mighty Zelensky with his left hand in the chin.
  Vladimir Alekseevich felt the jolt and managed to respond, hitting Klitschko in the chest. Vladimir was shaken, he barely managed to stay on his feet so as not to fall into a knockdown. Fear was reflected in Klitschko's eyes. Indeed, the untechnical opponent turned out to be as resilient as the Pole Vakh in his time, he hits hard.
  In response, Klitschko retreated and performed a deuce. He got Vladimir Zelensky in the chin. But the president of Ukraine is very strong in body and head. And he goes to Vladimir like a German tank "King Tiger", or a brave Russian soldier, not paying attention to blows.
  Vladimir Klitschko steps back and throws jabs and doubles. Vladimir Zelensky, who has a very vague idea about boxing, is not very good at defense. But he is all right with his ability to take a punch, his endurance and his animal strength. In a universe with a counter-current of time, the former Ukrainian president has charged up. And who will knock down such a bull? Even the one who was champion for a total of twelve years is clearly giving up - in front of a monolithic wall.
  Vladimir is retreating. He is now working with a jab again. But he is unable to break his nose, despite the hits. And the fight is dragging on. The horn is not blaring, as if these were fights without rules, with no time limit. And for Klitschko such regulations are extremely disadvantageous.
  The mighty Zelensky hits a lot and often, but seems not to feel tired, and Vladimir has to constantly retreat, move around the ring, soften the blows of 145-kilogram muscle mass by dodging the body. And how will you be able to recover? The high pace of the fight, without pauses between rounds, is very tiring.
  Vladimir Klitschko throws another right hand. But Vladimir Zelensky's chin hasn't moved more than an inch. And that really irritates punchers. When your opponent's head is stronger than titanium.
  Vladimir tries to hit with a double punch again and it lands. But what's the point? Klitschko's breathing is getting heavier and heavier. The fight is going at an ever-increasing pace, and the former world champion is literally being stepped on.
  Vladimir Vladimirovich versus Vladimir Alexandrovich - how symbolic and dramatic it all looks. An epic duel in its own way. Something that poets and playwrights can easily sing about.
  Vladimir Zelensky also feels the first signs of fatigue, but still relatively light. But his opponent is clearly tired, shining with sweat, and most importantly, has practically stopped throwing a left jab. Because of this, the initiative is gradually moving to Vladimir Aleksandrovich. He can be reproached every now and then for his weak technique, but his body is magnificent. And the blows come in series.
  Vladimir closes with a block and lets it pass, into the eyebrow... Now the former world champion has a cut. Blood appeared, and together with the sight of the red liquid, the strongman Zelensky gained wild confidence in himself. And he increased the pressure.
  When you hit in a series, albeit unskillfully, but tirelessly, then at least a few blows will do the trick.
  And Vladimir Klitschko, getting more and more tired, defended himself and put up blocks worse and worse. And from time to time they would get a gift to the head. And the opponent was powerful and hit hard, like with a club. If the giant Zelensky had more experience, and if he had been trained to strike correctly, then Vladimir Klitschko would have already been knocked out. But Vladimir Zelensky hit by pushing, and from this, even missing the opponent's blunders, he did not fall, but only staggered. But still, the fight dragged on, Klitschko was losing strength, no one was going to announce a break, and the victory of the hero Zelensky was now only a matter of time.
  In desperation, Vladimir unexpectedly carried out an uncharacteristic jolt into the liver of the giant Zelensky. The former president of Ukraine felt unpleasantly, as if a log had hit his torso. And he slowed down a little.
  Vladimir immediately went for a deuce on the chin, although it would probably have been more rational to continue hitting him in the liver.
  Vladimir Zelensky stoically withstood the blow and rushed into the attack himself. Klitschko tried to retreat, but his speed dropped due to fatigue, and the former world champion found himself under a hail of blows. When you hit hard, the block breaks and the gloves fly off. Vladimir started bleeding not only from his eyebrow, but also from his nose. He desperately hung on Vladimir Alexandrovich, trying to draw him into the fight.
  Mighty Zelensky shook Klitschko off in a rage, forcing him to collapse on the mat, a ring too big for professional boxing. And then, when Vladimir tried to get up, he received a crushing kick to the face. Vladimir Aleksandrovich knew how to play football quite well, and therefore, he was much more professional in kicking than in punching. And, of course, stronger.
  A bloody mouth guard flew out from behind Vladimir Klitschko's mouth, and the former world champion fell, spread his arms wide and went silent...
  A bugle sounded and a voice announced in a solemn tone:
  - The winner was... Vladimir Klitschko, due to the disqualification of his opponent for an illegal blow!
  
  
  
  ROMMEL PREPARED A TRAP
  Another bifurcation point: the battle against Rommel's army in Libya. This time, the trap worked, the Indian division sagged under the blows of German tanks, and the British found themselves in a cauldron. The battle ended with the complete defeat of the army of the Leo Empire. This did not affect the Moscow counteroffensive. But Rommel's reputation as an invincible commander grew noticeably. And in Britain, optimism fell sharply.
  And so in January Rommel's troops stormed Tolbuk. During the assault the Germans used a smoke screen and were able to reduce losses. In February they advanced into Egypt. Taking advantage of the confusion of the British, Rommel beat them piecemeal. And this happened against the backdrop of Japanese successes and relative failures on the Soviet-German front. In March Rommel occupied Alexandria, and the Germans marched victoriously to the Suez Canal.
  Churchill, against the backdrop of defeats from Germany and Japan, experienced severe psychological stress, and in early April he suffered a stroke. The loss of such a bright and strong politician had a negative impact on the course of military operations.
  Rommel continued to win, entering Iraq with the active support of the local population. There, the British were attacked by the Mujahideen themselves. Rommel entered Baghdad in triumph. The Baghdad Caliphate was proclaimed in Iraq, fighting on the side of Germany.
  The situation was aggravated by the defeats of the Soviet troops on the Eastern Front. The defeats of the Red Army in Crimea, Kharkov, Rzhev, and a little later Leningrad.
  But the main thing is that Rommel managed to take control of the entire Middle East with its oil platforms. And it was difficult for the USSR to respond to this. To top it all off, the US lost the Battle of Midway to Japan and finally lost the initiative in the battle with the Land of the Rising Sun.
  A real threat of opening a second front from Japan arose. And on the battlefields, luck had not yet betrayed the Germans. Rommel, having replenished his troops with Arabs, together with Turkey, attacked the Soviet Transcaucasus. And this sharply worsened the situation.
  The superior German-Turkish troops broke through the front. The battles for Batumi lasted five days and nights. Yerevan was surrounded in three days. The Germans, Turks and Arabs had penetrated noticeably deeper. The Soviet command tried to strengthen the Transcaucasian direction, but the cover of Stalingrad weakened, which the Germans took advantage of. The fascists captured the city almost entirely and immediately.
  The Soviet troops, however, tried to counterattack... But they lacked the strength. And the Germans brought more and more reserves into the battle. The most important thing was that Japan opened a second front, and they had to be distracted by it as well. Nevertheless, the battles for Stalingrad were somewhat delayed, and first of all thanks to the heroism of the Soviet soldiers.
  But then the city fell, and in October the Fritzes reached the Volga on a broad front.
  Even the order: "not a step back", did not help. There was a catastrophic shortage of reserves. The USA lost the Hawaiian Archipelago and effectively stopped deliveries under Lend-Lease, Britain without Churchill practically did not wage war with the Germans. Japan pressed with its numerous, fanatical and well-trained infantry.
  The situation was aggravated by disagreements within the Soviet party elite. Molotov was eliminated, but Beria was not in favor for long either. The Germans reached the Caspian Sea in November and began advancing along the coast. It proved difficult to stop their avalanche. The Soviet command was torn between three fronts, and the United States and Britain were effectively out of the game.
  In December, the Germans, Turks and Arabs united in the Caucasus. And effectively took control of this richest region. Stalin declared total war.
  In January, battles broke out for the Baku wells....
  Oleg Rybachenko dreamed that he, as a girl, was shooting back with a sniper rifle. The beauty had practically no clothes left, but because the wells in Baku were burning, it was hot all around, and even the snow was melting.
  A terrible darkness sets in and flows around everything, causing even the water to hiss and steam to rise.
  Oleg Rybachenko and his female partner Akulina, pressed to the ground, shoot at the Fritzes and Arabs. Baku has almost been taken, but the Russian spirit is strong, and nothing can break it. The female sniper never misses. And now a whole mound of corpses has grown. Two beauties fire their guns.
  This turns Oleg's girlfriend on and she starts to sing, tapping her bare foot:
  - Nice...
  Akulina, making an accurate shot, continues:
  - Live...
  Oleg Rybachenko fires again, killing an Arab and singing:
  -Among...
  Akulina fires a bullet and continues:
  - Fire!
  Oleg Rybachenko immediately picks up:
  - And smoke!
  Akulina shoots again, continuing to sing:
  - And listen...
  Oleg Rybachenko deftly clicks the shutter, releasing the gift, and says:
  - How!
  Akulina, having cut down the German, continues:
  - Machine gun!
  Oleg Rybachenko sends a bullet again and whistles:
  - Lead the way!
  Akulina spat a bullet at the Germans and continued:
  - Us!
  Oleg Rybachenko, having given the fascist a generous gift, said:
  - President!
  Akulina, having sent a deadly gift, growled:
  - Invincible!
  Oleg Rybachenko, having hit again, continued:
  - Forward!
  Akulina supported the passage:
  - Forward!
  Oleg Rybachenko fired again and growled:
  - When!
  Akulina fired with passion at the Nazi, threw a grenade with her bare foot, and continued:
  - Shells!
  Oleg Rybachenko sent a bullet and whistled:
  - They're breaking through!
  Akulina fired accurately and shouted:
  - During the day!
  Oleg Rybachenko, having fired from a sniper rifle, continued:
  - And at night!
  Akulina chirped loudly while shooting:
  - Hurry up...
  Oleg Rybachenko, having fired, added enthusiastically:
  - They're coming!
  Akulina fired again and whistled:
  - Ranks!
  Oleg Rybachenko, having fired from a sniper rifle, continued:
  - And medals!
  Akulina, shooting, hissed sparklingly:
  - Let it be...
  Oleg Rybachenko, having fired the bullet, roared deafeningly:
  - Above!
  Akulina spat out the death-bringer and said:
  - Peace!
  Oleg Rybachenko nailed again and growled:
  - Furiously!
  Akulina fired a single shot, which knocked down two Fritzes at once, and chirped:
  - It's thundering!
  Oleg Rybachenko shouted deafeningly while shooting:
  - War!
  The girl, using her bare, chiseled foot, duplicated the shot and repeated:
  - War!
  Oleg Rybachenko, having changed the clip, fired again, piercing the fascist"s head, singing:
  - It's fading...
  The girl, having shot accurately, said wittily with a sparkling smile:
  - Aiguillette...
  Oleg Rybachenko made a bullet undercut and continued:
  - From...
  Akulina fired and said precisely:
  - Peaceful!
  The girl-general-writer fired and growled:
  - Life!
  Akulina added:
  - In a lying position...
  Oleg Rybachenko, throwing a bullet as if from a catapult and throwing a grenade with a girlish foot, continued:
  - It's fading...
  Akulina, having cut down the Fritz, chirped:
  - Shine...
  Oleg Rybachenko, having deftly thrown the bullet over cover and knocked down the German in an armored personnel carrier, continued:
  - Banners!
  Akulina fired again and cooed:
  - And that one...
  Oleg Rybachenko, having fired joyfully, roared:
  - Who!
  The girl sniper, driving away the smoke with her bare feet and again driving a bullet into the fascist"s throat, barked:
  - Speaks!
  
  FANTASY BATTLES OF THE SPACE AGE
  Despite all the shock, Anfisa realized that this entire militaristic phasmagoria was most likely controlled from a single center. This was evidenced by both the direction of the blow and the obvious coordination in the activities of the gigantic creatures.
  The warrior realized: she could disable the control center of this entire fantastic armada and then... Maybe everything would stop!
  But how can you do this if you don"t belong to yourself, and the roof, fluttering like a feather, is completely out of control.
  For some reason, a song that was completely inappropriate for this situation came into my head:
  - The predatory Bagheera now has a girlfriend. A mental hospital is crying for her, no doubt! She is a foreigner, and she is crawling close! She is a monkey, according to her ID - Anfiska!
  And the landscape below is one of continuous destruction, ruins growing all at once, and many craters from the fall of clots of magical energy.
  And even the ruins, as if alive, groan and shake. And that's scary.
  Anfisa glanced at the sky, hoping that at least there she would find comfort and support.
  But what an abomination? Even the sun has changed. It began to look like a crimson dwarf, from which coronary discharges emanate, sawing into the pupils of the eyes.
  Anfisa crossed herself once more, she was truly scared now: who could have defiled, disfigured the Sun? Is such a thing even possible, even if we assume that magic exists in reality? Even King Suleiman in all his glory could not do such a thing!
  Or is it an illusion? Like all such creatures?
  A raven-dragon with bloody plumage tossed a forty-five-ton tank.
  The car spun several times before exploding. The torn off turret flew past Anfisa's fluttering roof. Even the gust of wind shook the girl, almost throwing her down.
  The warrior pulled herself up and with the effort of a titan climbed back up. One of the boots fell off the beauty's chiseled foot. As it fell, the quite ordinary army footwear turned into another monster.
  In particular, a lion's head with horns grew out of it on the toe, and tulip petals appeared from the hole. On the sides, as if in a cartoon with plasticine characters, crab claws and bat wings were molded.
  Anfisa exhaled:
  - Everyone go to sleep! Almighty God can create everything, but even he cannot realize all human fantasies and nonsense!
  The motivating boot, which had suddenly grown to the size of a three-story building, said:
  - A person can make any nonsense come true, but only realists can make a dream come true!
  Anfisa crossed herself and whispered:
  - The hell with Borisovna's hair!
  Sapog retorted:
  - A great man may be bald, but only a nonentity is toothless!
  Anfisa could hardly resist the urge to throw her second boot at him: she couldn't stand it. In order to distract herself from this game on her brain convolutions for a moment, the girl sang a song composed for the May 9 holiday. It seemed like they had celebrated this holiday, so cruelly trampled upon by the Kyiv junta, just recently.
  The beautiful blonde sang at the top of her voice;
  We took an oath at the assembly,
  True, to serve the Holy Motherland!
  The light of the Sun gave communism,
  The golden thread of song is woven!
    
  The Komsomol girls won't give in to the guys,
  And when the thunder of war rumbled...
  The girls covered their hands,
  Now they are standing at the machine!
    
  And others barefoot behind the plow,
  To supply fragrant bread...
  It's too hard to fight when you're hungry,
  So let our work be a five!
    
  The coolest ones - the girls decided,
  War does not have a woman's grin...
  And the young men joined the detachments,
  So that Fritz doesn't yell at the prisoners!
    
  Giants fought for Moscow,
  Fascism got a punch in the gut!
  We are one with the Russian Fatherland,
  The spirit of war, believe me, has not perished!
    
  Stalingrad, where blood flowed like a stream,
  Where houses were blazing with candles...
  It became a great milestone - a turning point,
  Straighten your shoulders, my country!
    
  Tiger tanks are no obstacle to the brave,
  The Panther's turret has come off!
  The train with Katyushas arrived,
  We tear Nazism apart, we fall to pieces!
    
  The pioneers are also in this fight,
  The partisan bravely blew up the bridge...
  The Fritzes got it like dogs,
  And the pressure of the dream fighters has increased!
    
  Here is Berlin, the last barrier,
  How many trenches did the vile bastard dig!
  I shoot accurately with a machine gun,
  We crush the Germans like pathetic lice!
    
  Above the Reichstag a banner of the color of the Sun,
  Hitler is like a rat - he died as carrion!
  Our heart beats like a drum,
  And sound the horn of victorious battle!
    
  We have experienced grief and sorrow,
  We went through the whole war without mercy...
  The scent of lush lilacs in May,
  We greeted spring by kissing!
  Oleg Rybachenko came to his senses from the haze, from the fact that he was being hit in the face with palms. The elf girl quickly came to and felt euphoria in herself. In front of Oleg Rybachenko stood the already familiar elf, and another girl with a diamond wreath on her head. She was so beautiful that the former writer was even speechless with amazement. Such hair, literally shining like stars.
  Oleg Rybachenko asked in amazement:
  - Who are you?
  The girl answered with a laugh:
  - I am the elder of the local elves. Or as they call me - the overseer.
  Oleg Rybachenko said in amazement:
  - You are so beautiful, are you really a hundred thousand years old?
  The elf girl answered with a laugh:
  - Yes, even more... Thanks to my possession of strong magic, I was able to cheat death. So my life can still be very long.
  Stamping his bare girlish foot, Oleg Rybachenko whistled... The girl looked so young and fresh. Just like a flower that had just blossomed. I wanted so much to get together with her and mate. And make love, with passion, practically without a break. With such a radiant beauty.
  She caught his gaze and whispered:
  - Do you have the soul of a man?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered honestly:
  - I was a great warrior in my previous life!
  The elf girl smiled and cooed:
  - I will be glad to accept your hugs... But I see you want to ask me something?
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded his head aggressively:
  - That's exactly it... My question is, why did the flower elves from the parallel universe stop receiving seeds?
  The elf girl, this radiant looking one, thought for a moment and then replied:
  - The sorcerer Kaspar wants to exterminate your race. Most likely, it was he who did something to prevent your representatives from reproducing!
  Oleg Rybachenko became curious, and he moved closer to the supervisor and asked:
  - What exactly? How can this be prevented?
  The elf girl jumped up and spun around a bit. Her bare legs spun through the air, drawing a golden eight. Then the girl answered:
  - I don't really know myself... If I could, the elves themselves would have finished off this sorcerer long ago. But... You seem to be the chosen one and are able to defeat this monster with our help!
  Oleg Rybachenko perked up and puffed out his chest, saying:
  - What? I'm ready for anything!
  The girl wiggled her hips a little and didn't answer right away... She whispered:
  - We need to make love a little first. It will give strength to both of us...
  Oleg Rybachenko smacked his lips with pleasure and jumped up to the beauty, kissed her on the chest, saying:
  - This is the wisest thing!
  The girl leaned towards him, and the female bodies intertwined in voluptuous ecstasy. And it became so magnificent. Exquisite caresses, and a stormy stream of orgasm. And raging storms, as if throwing you up to the very top crest of the wave. And you slide along these steep slopes, drawing circles and swirls. Then you are rocked again, and thrown up, as if you were a ping-pong ball. And you feel volcanoes of love erupting in the thickness of the waters, and whirlwinds of voluptuousness. And the girls caught a fabulous bliss. And pleasure, soaring higher than Mount Everest.
  It's so amazing, and such an innumerable cascade of mutual orgasms.
  The endless happiness lasted for many hours, but eventually it ended. The girls went their separate ways, and sweet steam was coming from them. Despite the length of the marathon, Oleg Rybachenko felt invigorated and full of strength and vital energy.
  He had never experienced so much pleasure at once. And he was in seventh heaven.
  And the girl watching said:
  - And now I will reveal my name to you! This will give the warrior immeasurable strength.
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded vigorously:
  - I agree! I feel capable of moving mountains!
  The elf girl, who is more than a hundred thousand years old, said:
  - My name is Elfamunuel!
  Oleg Rybachenko stamped his bare, chiseled girlish foot and answered sincerely:
  - A wonderful and beautiful name!
  The girl on duty asked:
  - And you, as a noble creature?
  The stormtrooper girl writer city replied:
  - I am Johann-Oleg Rybachenko!
  Elfamunuel replied enthusiastically:
  - What a wonderful name! Now we know each other! And now we have the power to resist Kaspar!
  Oleg Rybachenko said harshly, playing with his strong, girlish muscles:
  - I can do everything! And win too!
  Elfamunuel replied with a narrowing of her emerald-sapphire eyes:
  - And now is the time to fight Kaspar. Before this cunning beast comes up with some kind of trick in response. - The girl took Oleg Rybachenko by the hand and shouted at the elf and the hobbit girl. - I'm leading him! We have to fight the monster, and you stay where you are.
  The hobbit girl timidly remarked:
  - However, this sorcerer has great power... It is not known whether you will be able to cope with him at all?
  Elfamunuel clenched her large-knuckled fists and said decisively:
  - We have only one choice - either win or die! There is no third option!
  Oleg Rybachenko noted no less decisively:
  - I have looked at the face of death a hundred times - I will not be afraid now!
  The hobbit girl even squeaked:
  - Not a hundred, but much more!
  Elfamunuel led Oleg's barefoot girl behind her. She found herself near the mirror and resolutely stepped into its surface. The stormtrooper girl followed her. It felt like stepping into water - warm and tickling the bare soles of a girl's chiseled legs. Oleg Rybachenko wanted his sensitive female body to be caressed again, but, alas, he had to follow the watcher.
  It's good to be a girl, you get so much pleasure - you can't compare it to a man.
  They were walking on something slippery, like the surface of a jellyfish. Oleg Rybachenko saw a surprising number of stars in the corridor. As if they were in a place where astronauts walk in outer space. And the stars were multi-colored and so bright... Here a pair of them broke away from the surface and flew.
  Elfamunuel whispered to Oleg Rybachenko:
  - Be prepared for anything, dear girl!
  The former brave warrior of the Literary Reich answered bravely:
  - Fear is weakness - whoever is afraid is already defeated!
  Their pair flew... Like Peter Pan, and the girls' lush hairdos fluttered in the air. But then a blood-red moon appeared ahead.
  Elfamunuel chirped into the girl Oleg's ear:
  - Here it is, the kingdom of the sorcerer Kaspar!
  Oleg Rybachenko whispered in surprise and pulled his head into his shoulders:
  - It looks ominous!
  Elfamunuel encouraged the stormtrooper girl:
  - We must dive into the blackest crater! Then we will find ourselves in a labyrinth that will lead to Kaspar's lair!
  Oleg Rybachenko, like a pioneer, put his hand to his head and said:
  - Always ready!
  The pair of them started to descend, aiming for the crater's throat. Then the girls felt the sucking air currents under their feet. And once they found themselves inside...
  Elfamunuel encouraged Oleg Rybachenko:
  - Now we're going to go through a real obstacle course. But ahead will be the bloody sorcerer himself...
  The stormtrooper girl moved forward, when suddenly she felt a wild horror rolling over her. As if something nightmarish were freezing her limbs like an icy octopus.
  Elfamunuel, sensing the uncertain mood, whispered to her, or perhaps to him:
  - Don't be shy, partner! It's just magical electronics.
  - What makes you think I'm timid? - Johann-Oleg Rybachenko was being brave, but his teeth were chattering traitorously.
  - This is special radiation, it instills fear in us! It's as if we forgot that we are not green rookies, but seasoned warriors! - The partner carefully stroked the girl-stormtrooper-writer on her naked breast with ruby nipples. Her eyes were burning.
  - I not only fought twenty-five hours a day, but I trained to kill all my life!
  Oleg Rybachenko involuntarily admitted. However, there was pride in his words.
  . At first, of all the weapons, they managed to conjure up only a small, solid laser dagger. More precisely, Elfamunuel conjured it up. Alas, her magical power is extremely limited here.
  He didn't even look particularly serious with this dagger.
  The truth was light and could be slightly extended. The first enemy resembled a spiny snail, with a beak sticking out of the shell. The initial path went along a rotating surface that was slippery in some places. Therefore, the girl-stormtrooper-writer Oleg, having deviated from the enemy's attack, almost fell.
  His friend hit the beetle, cutting it into two pieces, and the pieces fell off.
  - Use your dagger! - Elfamunuel shouted. - They are not as scary as they want to seem.
  - I noticed that! - Said the stormtrooper-writer girl. - Although something strange is happening to the body. As if the nerve endings were frozen!
  The blonde warrior Elfamunuel screamed at the top of her lungs:
  - If you see, hit me! That's all there is to "defrosting"!
  Virtual monsters, some human-like, others with many tentacles, attacked them. This time, the warrior Johann was on guard. The counter-blow shook the nearest enemy. The next one she laid down was a human hermaphrodite. Such a freak, however, is not at all a pity. But a squid-like creature with swords almost took off the head of the stormtrooper-writer girl Oleg.
  After being hit by the sword, the woman's body began to ache and hurt.
  - What a nasty thing he did to me! - Oleg Rybachenko cursed in rage. - I didn't think I was that clumsy.
  - Have you ever fought virtual monsters? - Elfamunuel asked.
  The super-as of the human race, and now the girl hastened to answer with the irony characteristic of advanced writers-demiurges:
  - With a pineapple monkey! She chased me, and I almost died. Although there are some eccentrics who say that all monkeys are kind and love people, because they are her brothers.
  The blonde warrior, looking at the elves, said judiciously:
  - Our opponents are neither good nor evil. They are as indifferent as the sea on which pirates sail.
  - More like a vacuum. The sea is warm and gentle. - The stormtrooper-writer girl hit the banana-tiger cross that jumped on him, with rockets instead of fangs. - I got a black hole in my head on these obstacle courses. Even if they weren't so absurd. True, something bad is happening to my body now.
  Elfamunuel agreed:
  - To be honest, I also feel scared and empty!
  The stormtrooper-writer girl and the lookout girl continued moving. At first the monsters were not particularly fast, which made the task easier. However, de Johann-Oleg and Elfamunuel were slightly hit by the discharges. It became worse because the monsters began to spit fire. Rybachenko's sculpted belly was burned by muscles, and he or she felt real pain.
  - It makes my guts churn! - said the stormtrooper writer girl.
  - It's not any easier for me! - The blonde girl pointed to her right exposed breast. Blood was dripping from it. Oleg Rybachenko was spat on again, the stormtrooper-writer girl was late, her shoulder was pierced, clearly breaking bones. And when a common man's bones are broken, it hurts so much, you can die from shock. Although Oleg was from a noble family of Polish and Russian barons and was not a common man, at the moment he felt out of place. He felt special, extremely harmful waves that paralyzed his abilities.
  - I feel sick! - Johann-Oleg switched off. The blonde girl rubbed her beautiful face with a professional movement.
  - Don't dive into the black hole, my dear knight-maiden.
  Consciousness returned, but with it the pain. Johann-Oleg groaned, her girl was choked by weakness:
  - I won't go anymore.
  Elfamunuel muttered angrily:
  - Don't get upset! There's a first aid kit here.
  Indeed, the obstacle course was like a computer game. There are extra lives and, what is important, energy that causes instant regeneration. Yes, it was difficult, but the experienced girls learned on the go. They still had something to learn with all their enormous combat experience.
  - The main thing is not to retreat and not to give in! - Elfamunuel said. She was also out of her element, making mistakes every now and then, receiving painful blows. Then the pair got used to it and began to act much more harmoniously.
  In the next stage, they had to jump on mushrooms floating in the air, dodge flying knives, and crawl over barbed wire.
  The battle became more and more severe, and the opponents moved faster and faster. True, it became possible to use trophy weapons, also virtual, but in their properties quite similar to real carriers of death.
  Oleg Rybachenko, who had come to his senses, tried out a multi-barrel vibrothrower! It created small cracks in space. True, after three shots it fell apart, but it mowed down several ranks of opponents.
  - Not bad! - said the stormtrooper-writer girl.
  - Try getting a bubble plasma gun! - Elfamunuel advised. - It will be much more effective.
  The former ace pilot and super-powerful science fiction writer perked up and blinked:
  - Well, that's not the worst idea either. Where is he?
  The blonde warrior willingly prompted:
  - Here is a small pipe that resembles a pioneer horn. Blow into it, and you will see a rapid flight of a hyperplasmic cascade.
  The stormtrooper-writer girl barely dodged the volley, crawled a little along the jagged surface, and was picked up by the horn. She fired.
  The bubbles rained down in a winding line, bouncing carefully, and the creatures they hit exploded - scattering like festive confetti.
  - Well! It's not too bad! - Elfamunuel said. - Just hit it lower, so that fewer bubbles fly into the sky.
  The stormtrooper-writer girl roared, raising her hand to her visor:
  - I try as best I can!
  Elfamunuel added:
  - Try and don't be surprised!
  The sorceress girl also picked up a powerful weapon and used it, demonstrating her unbending power.
  The battle was becoming more and more interesting. Here they were fighting on a planet where water first flowed like a stream under their feet, and then terribly slippery liquid helium flowed, and powerful lasers were firing from above and below, and annihilation grenades were exploding.
  The stormtrooper-writer girl fired back, with both hands at once, and even danced a pretzel.
  She was hit several times, cutting off her left leg. Thanks to her partner, she helped her get to the life-saving first aid kit. The leg of the beautiful girl in whom Oleg Rybachenko was embodied grew.
  The beauty said enthusiastically:
  - You're cool, Elfamunuel.
  The blonde warrior snorted contemptuously:
  - You are a weakling, Mr. Johann-Oleg. Babies endure such monstrous pain, and you moaned!
  The stormtrooper-writer girl was not herself, something was twisting her barefoot beauty:
  - At the moment I perceive everything much more acutely!
  Having laid down another row of monsters, Elfamunuel grinned and said:
  - Be patient anyway!
  The stormtrooper-writer girl, a whole century old, even younger, which is nothing compared to her partner, sighed, it became incredibly difficult to speak:
  - Yes, I have to, I'm a man!
  - That's exactly the man! - For a moment their lips met. The beautiful Oleg Rybachenko felt the honey sweetness of a young woman's kiss.
  The girl writer squeaked:
  - Goddess!
  - Lucifer! - the elf maiden answered playfully.
  Then they got into a constantly changing atmosphere with a strong wind. Sometimes it blows from the front, sometimes it presses on the back. And the enemies are constantly changing, sometimes they fly like wasps, sometimes they crawl like poisonous snakes, or jump like bunnies.
  But they come to fight constantly, jumping from one platform to another, and even grabbing artificial flies and lizards by the legs, flying out of traps with their help. Some specimens: especially hybrids of butterflies and flowers: are stunningly beautiful. And the mixture of a dragonfly and a tulip sparkles, with all the colors of the rainbow with a mind-numbing smell... Quasar! Bared jaws click from behind, like electronic mousetraps, meter-long teeth sparkle with lightning discharges.
  There are also larger five-meter and even ten-meter fangs. The nimble Oleg Rybachenko managed to slip past them. One of the monsters: a hybrid of a tank and a scorpion, exploded with a roar, scattering into scorching candies:
  - They don't take photos of us! They don't catch quarks! - sang the brave, albeit timid, former ace warrior and great writer.
  Once again, the stormtrooper girl is damaged by annihilation flashes. And the elf girl is now even worse, her leg has been torn off again. But she jumps deftly on one limb, not thinking about retreating. However, there is nowhere to retreat.
  - We have one way, either survive or die! - Elfamunuel said with somewhat banal pathos.
  The female stormtrooper writer confirmed:
  - And only together! The black hole is brighter when in the icy ether: a pair of burning hearts is ablaze!
  At the cost of incredible efforts and inhuman stress, they managed to get through this too, although there was not a single living spot left on their bodies.
  The next stage is the desert: with brutally sucking green sand, it is impossible to stand still for a second, your legs get stuck, and you still have to shoot and stab. Here they are fighting against masked fighters, some in armor. Fighters of different types, there are people, and hybrids of a scorpion with a cactus, a bug and a wrench!
  Graviolet planes are flying, from which you can neither hide nor conceal yourself, laser beams will scatter the sand. When they hit the body: hellish pain, the insides are as if squeezed out by a roller, and filled with hot oil. Tetralets dive, dropping bombs in the form of disgusting skulls with many burning eye sockets, and spewing out frantic rays in their thirst for destruction!
  Warrior from God Oleg Rybachenko, however, does not get lost. This stormtrooper girl performs a semblance of a dance, passing between the streams.
  Elfamunuel even teased:
  - Poor whist: wings are hovering next to you!
  The stormtrooper writer girl picked up:
  - Commander, line up our regiments!
  Together, the stormtrooper-writer girl and the blonde watcher girl struck with scissors, using the "waterfall stream" technique, laying down enemies in lush piles. So many different creatures, split, crumpled, or flared up.
  This is a stunning grotesque - not without comedy, especially when the tetralet in the form of a kite and an axe, upon impact, turned into a falling stream of golden caterpillars with turquoise speckles:
  - When you shoot, stand on your toes, it will give you more mobility, - Elfamunuel suggested.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this stormtrooper-writer girl, automatically noted:
  - Less stability.
  The blonde with shining hair responded:
  - How can I say, dynamics are always stronger than statics!
  In confirmation of her words, the girl cut down a rushing structure with a beam, resembling a tin can with muzzles. It split into pieces and fell, flying apart into pieces. Already in flight, the pieces of the defeated target turned into a flock of purple hybrids: bumblebees and chimpanzees.
  These strange creatures fought with each other: with each passing moment they became smaller and smaller, dissolving in the atmosphere of the battle virtual machine:
  - Well, how is it? Quasar-like? - Elfamunuel asked, frowning.
  - Very cool, the main thing is decent! - noted the girl Oleg Rybachenko. - It's nice to live among lasers and plasma! And hear how the planet exploded!
  The girl boss laughed:
  - And experience orgasms in battle with me! And have fun and frolic to your heart's content! What I value is a sense of humor in men.
  Warrior Oleg Rybachenko now playfully: destroyed the next present. It resembled a log covered with steel. It did not explode immediately, several more charges were required. In turn, the rays erupting from the clawed hooks broke the radiant youth's hand.
  - What a waste of space! - the stormtrooper-writer girl shouted with annoyance. - We have to think of something like that.
  Elfamunuel yelped, as if mockingly:
  - What are you talking about?
  - Hit me in the face with a brick. - One hand doesn't work. - Oleg Rybachenko noted. - Oh, where is my girlish superflesh!
  Elfamunuel consoled as best she could:
  - Don't worry, there will be more regenerating life bodies soon.
  
  SPACE TURN
  The fighter was moving very fast. The flower elf and part-time vampire loved playing computer magic simulators and felt like a fish in water. And the battle excitement made her forget that, unlike a cybernetic "shooter", here you can experience real disembodiment. Here her machine attacked the enemy mini-flyer, the enemy's spaceship took off and burst into a bright flame, after which it fell apart.
  - The first fruit is already there! - Elroza exhaled and said with admiration. Her head was spinning - she had completed her first task, which meant she was able to fight and win not only in the wizard's virtual world.
  Volleys of magravo guns, warlock cannons, confused the position, mixing up the crowbork starships, forcing them to crumble into photons or elementals. Even several guard phantoms were de-atelizated at once. The coffin orcs, it seemed, really did come under a serious distribution of deadly gifts. True, soon their gravo cannons and gamma machine guns started working in response, space crushers boomed, abundantly mixed with already obsolete maglosers found only on old ships. Thousands of missiles and tens of thousands of shells pierced the ships or phantoms of the tsvetoorks. At the same time, magoplasma buds, blots, genie faces, eights and triangles were swirling. Chaotic moving beads of energy flew off from them. Of course, some things passed by, the magic anti-missiles also worked, as well as the volleys of magic rays with hyperquark acceleration. Something was reflected by force fields and means of spatial cyber-defense, as well as magomatrixes.
  Her hits into it forced it to send out mirror, multi-colored waves, twisting space, making the vacuum ring. This type of protection turned out to be very hot and mobile, reminiscent of liquid waves washing the bodies of starships. But no less than a third of the "presents" reached their target. Passing like a puncher's fist through the deaf protection of the magomatrix.
  Hundreds, then thousands of blinding fireballs flared up in space at once, then spread out into blinding purple, orange and green petals. Fragments of broken hulls of various stations and starships scattered in a bizarre kaleidoscope, it seemed as if someone had scattered glass pieces across space. And then spun a kaleidoscopic tube, causing them to mix. Elements of medium and large class starships, turning over, burned, and continued to fragment and explode, flying in all directions. Even the debris detonated and exploded, as if barrels of gasoline were placed in them, which in turn were mixed with phosphorus and sulfur.
  Eight Grobork starships collided at once, one of them was a battleship with a crew of many thousands on board. Thermoquark missiles detonated, not without the help of attacking magic, a supernova flared up, scattering the other ships in distant and different directions. Two flying off brigantines hit a dreadnought and knocked down the towers and ivy of the Groborks.
  Here were several scorched beasts desperately fighting for the right to jump out on a modular rescue sloop. One of the repair bases began to crumble, two not yet fully built starships crumpled into an accordion, crushing the repair robots and the working personnel consisting of goblins, hippopotamus cats and a number of races conquered by the grave orcs.
  Elroza continued to fight. She was attacked, as if catching a butterfly with tweezers, by two fighters at once. The vampire girl dove between them, slipping sideways like a cutter through logs. Seven magical lasers with emitters struck at the same time. They swept away the machine that was chaotically drifting to the right like a flaming broom. Elroza reproduced the triple barrel roll and hit the tail of the vessel that was trying to slip through from the left. Magoplasm splashed, the enemy fighter flew upside down, like a cigarette butt spat out of the mouth, leaving behind a narrow smoke trail.
  - That's it! Dance the hopak! - said the vampire girl.
  Her next victim was a bulky, menacing-looking two-seater stormtrooper. Elroza, using her better maneuverability, slipped past its twelve weapons, although the beams of magic lasers danced practically next to her transparent armor. The girl even felt the excruciating heat emanating from the vacuum-burning hyperplasma. A special wizard-scanner detects vulnerable spots in the stormtrooper's magomatrix protection. (Elroza even imagined how such a machine works, rushing and burning entire blocks of large cities!) Here the girl just emerges at the junction and throws a treat into the seam. The beams pierce the generator, the machine explodes. True, the pilot manages to jump out. Wow, it seems to be a female rat-mice, a pretty white mouse with petals of seven flowers around the waist, neck and very small ones on the tassel of the tail. After all, in a transparent spacesuit, the flower-body is still very clearly visible. It's a shame to kill such a cutie. Elroza waves her paw at her and flies away:
  - I hope we'll meet again! - And he adds affectionately. - Every meeting in the war is like a date with a loved one, you can't forget, you can't be late and it's very mean to avoid!
  The boats, counter-destroyers, magomers - combat vessels of increased power, with a mega-accelerator on board, were moving at maximum speed. They were firing hurricane fire, spitting out clots of magoplasm and antimatter. The activity of the warlocks was increasing, in the vacuum with ever-increasing speed, intricate pretzels, octopuses consisting of balls and polyhedrons were spinning. And the passionate girls were racing on skates, waving sticks in the form of sabres and battle axes of the Scandinavian gods.
  Sometimes the phantoms collided with each other, and this fight in space resembled medieval battles, where knights met and hacked with cold weapons. And the scarlet blood flew around the vacuum, then rolled into balls, and floated like that in the sparkling emptiness. The severed arms and charming little legs of the phantom girls floated for a few more minutes in space, and then melted away without a trace, like corpses in virtual machines.
  Then the space avengers slipped through the enemy starships and went in an arc, skirting the battle area to go for a second circle. Some of the space vessels slipped by like ghosts, instantly disappearing along a parabola as soon as heavy hyperquark rockets appeared. The strike platforms made a counter-maneuver, moving out end-to-end, crowded ships, where they began to spew gigantic fountains of annihilation from all systems. It was as if thousands of whales had risen from the ocean floor, trying to burn the annoying ships of the sea hunters to ashes with their streams. The missile carriers entered the thinned formation of the grave orc starships, reminiscent of fallen foam, ears of corn knocked down by a scythe, and sent "gifts" without much risk of receiving any in return.
  Four hundred and eighty improved and modernized anti-sorcerers pumped up with techno-magic began to circle the enemy front counterclockwise in the style of Alexander the Great. These newest starships, the beauty and pride of the color-elves fleet. High-speed, highly maneuverable, armed with eighteenth-generation missiles, that is, with magi-gravitational acceleration and, with mad sorcery, modernized torpedoes and artillery systems. Extraordinary types of weapons, which were processed with the help of magical hardening, the best sorcerers of the empire. They are capable, of course, of resisting the most powerful enemy ships. A perfect multi-level defense system, several types of sorcerers worked here, allowed them to survive under massive fire, of course, up to a certain limit.
  Elroza herself felt this limit: she threw out her gifts, while showing a certain caution, several color elf fighters fought with her in pairs. Here a hologram of a girl with a nine-colored hairdo, giving glare even in the ultraviolet range, flashed. She smiled with a sweet face and said:
  - Maybe we should try to trick the enemy on a scooter?
  - How is that? - Elroza asked, puzzled.
  - You'll see now! - The dazzling beauty winked. - Were you into ballroom dancing?
  - Only a couple dozen lessons! - By the standards of the color elves, who are obsessed with artistic grace, that's really not much.
  Her partner, baring her teeth, suggested:
  - So, let's reproduce the sompram technique.
  It's really more interesting to smash together. Here you're a puncher who delivers knockouts in both hands, hoping to simply break the enemy. To knock him down with an assertive cascade of blows. Explosions are heard, fighters crumble like houses of cards. And here's a much larger target: a boat. You can see how the two of them beat the tail for quite a long time by standards before they managed to set the reactor on fire.
  Several times they were even caught by the aircraft cannons of the "Hedgehog" system covering the tail and not allowing them to get closer to the plane. The warrior Elroza addressed the fairy:
  - I'm tired of this small-scale shooting. I want a more powerful weapon, like a hyperquark bomb.
  The fairy shook her head reproachfully:
  - It's too bulky, you can only carry one charge at a time.
  Elrose thought for a moment, and then it dawned on her:
  - Then make it reusable with magic. Like, for example, a reusable explosive cartridge in comics. - The elf vampire couldn't resist a childish joke. - Or are you too weak!
  The fairy, who had been touched to the quick, was offended:
  - Of course I can do it, but will it be fair?
  Elroza very logically and accurately stated:
  - Cunning and calculation: how a husband and wife give birth to victory - honesty is the third wheel!
  The fairy agreed:
  - Okay, you've convinced me! Get a reusable thermoquark rocket.
  Elroza, besides this, armed herself to the teeth with spells, began to attack even more persistently. Now her victim was a fairly large frigate. In fact, it is risky for an ordinary fighter to attack a solid ship with a crew of one thousand five hundred fighters. Even without counting the combat robots of the soldiers, the ship, but a hyperquark rocket, is fifteen billion bombs dropped on Hiroshima. It is capable of tearing apart a starship with matrix protection and force fields.
  The Groboorks turned out to be masters of war, they are characterized by the instinct of predators, who rose through the steps of evolution from a funny freak pressed against the edge of the trees, a species claiming the role of a supercivilization. Already powerful types, but the difference with the color elves, they do not respect anyone. And they enlisted the support of equal allies of the berry hobbits. And the berry hobbits from the moment of birth were accustomed to moving in a vacuum, and the Groboorks did not think that space was their natural environment, nevertheless, the troops of the bastard mastodons were superbly trained. The berry hobbits even reproduce, carried by the cosmic flow from place to place, how sometimes the appearance of creatures can be deceptive, having no concept of mating.
  But their opponents are also the strongest. The same cheetah-cobras trained on special magical virtual machines, and they were fed a special dope that turned off the feeling of fear, allowing them to remember any actions and commands. Well, and jaguars-trolls are distinguished by high intelligence, but the grave orcs, not trusting such forged creatures as they, kept this species on standby. In general, it was a motley army of a great empire striving to capture the universe. Whose ideology was the desire for magical and sorcerous, sexual domination. Nevertheless, they were not able to give an immediate rebuff.
  Elroza took advantage of this, firing a thermoquark charge into the medium-class ships. The destroyer caught fire and split, and then the brigantine was covered by the shock wave. True, the girl had to maneuver. Several times the rays burned the hull, only the perfect protection saved her, but the temperature rose, even the girl's nose peeled.
  - I'm just being fried! - The girl muttered. - Is it possible to strengthen the defense, like in computer games, to switch to a magical god mode!
  The fairy commander answered her:
  - Of course you can, but in this case it won't be interesting. And this way there's risk and adrenaline rush into the blood. Especially maneuver. Use the star hare loop technique!
  - Will try!
  A few precious minutes of confusion and panic were paid for by the tears of those families who were crying heart-rendingly for the dead.
  Elroza asked with a shudder in her voice:
  - That they don"t believe in meeting in a better world.
  The fairy explained:
  - The tears were all the more bitter because the advanced coffin orcs, like some overdeveloped color elves, turned out to be almost all atheists, did not believe in heaven. - The high-level sorceress giggled, knocking a spark out of her left eye. - True, spiritualism is extremely fashionable, many communicated with their spirits until they fell into interdimensional holes sticking out in the area of collapses. There they moved somewhere, tight, from where there was no return. Of course, death is not the end, but it is clear to be better in the flesh than in spirit. Especially since in this collapse a new beautiful world or hell is not yet given to know!
  Elrose burst out laughing:
  - Possibly! I accepted Magolicism in defiance of the majority of my Magoslav compatriots. Although the innocent maiden heard that the elder brother-patriarch is the antichrist.
  The fairy commander laughed:
  - Each race has its own religion, but one thing is common: all gods have traits characteristic of the race that professes them.
  The elf vampire gave out a pearl:
  - So I will confess them with the most powerful rocket that tears apart disbelief.
  And Elroza continued to reap a bountiful harvest. She crushed everyone in a row, fortunately the rocket could reproduce an infinite number of times and sweep away ten fighters at a time.
  The humans advanced, pushing back the enemy, forcing them to retreat. However, the shock quickly passed, and the sullen race of grave orcs began to respond furiously. Their commander, the space supermarshal, wheezed terribly, waving his mutant trunk:
  - I'll disperse them into photons, grind them into quarks, imprison them in black holes, cut them into overalls! - And he got angrier and angrier. - Hit them immediately, you blockheads, with the most powerful weapon! Use the necromancer-warlocks!
  The destroyers in the outer formation dropped containers with homing mines and opened fire on the boats and anti-sorcerers. The cruisers, having maneuvered, fired the first salvos with missile launchers, aiming at the magosiders and strike platforms. And the aircraft carriers opened their wombs, from which whole flocks of necromancer-warlocks flew out. These starships, seemingly small, but with super maneuverability, deprived of inertial mass, are capable of accelerating to superluminal speeds even in ordinary three-dimensional space. What's the point, and this is impossible for ordinary bodies - gravity flattens. The annihilation modules, having bred stings, began to spit out gifts of annihilation. They really did resemble bumblebees, and not simple ones, but maddened by tiny subspirits possessed. However, with the help of necromancers, the lower spirits controlled these machines.
  Johann woke up from this strongest pressure of illusions. He had never seen such a flow before. The starship landed on another planet. Even the gravity was different, and it was felt. But more gravity than before.
  
  A POSSIBLE TURN IN THE HARD WAR
  And so the Germans captured the Caucasus at the end of 1943. In the winter they limited themselves to defense, but developed an offensive in Africa and Iran.
  Stalin, of course, did not sit idly by. The Soviets launched an offensive operation near Leningrad and in the Voronezh region.
  A double blow, missed the target. Near Leningrad, the Fritzes used the Panther-2 and jet fighters. In the Voronezh direction, the Russians already put the IS-2 into action. As it turned out, the new tank was not quite perfect.
  At first, the Red Army was successful in the Voronezh breakthrough, but then the Germans launched a strong counterattack from the southern flank, creating a cauldron for the Soviet vehicles. At the same time, the Nazis first used the E-10 self-propelled gun, a light, low, fast and maneuverable vehicle with relatively strong armor.
  After the defeat of the Soviet troops near Voronezh, an operational pause arose. Stalin began to act more cautiously, and the Germans switched to Africa and Iran.
  Hitler tried to completely capture the dark continent in order to untie his hands and obtain additional resources. In addition, the Fritzes wanted to help Japan, for which the military actions were not going too favorably.
  The German submarine fleet, whose numbers were constantly growing, played a major role. New hydrogen peroxide submarines demonstrated their total superiority over ships of similar classes. The Germans also developed sound-guided and heat-guided torpedoes.
  Thus, the Allied fleet began to suffer enormous losses. By mid-June, the Germans captured South Africa, and in July, Madagascar, finally conquering the entire black continent.
  True, on June 22, Stalin again began to attack in the Rzhev-Sychovsk direction, using the latest technology on a massive scale. The new T-34-85 tank, while inferior to the Panther-2 in armament and armor, nevertheless surpassed the previous models of the T-34.
  The Germans sat in a strong line of defense and repelled the attack, relying on jet aircraft, new automatic weapons and machine guns, as well as gas projectors. The attack itself was not tactically unexpected, and therefore it was easier to repel. But still, in two weeks of fighting, the Soviet troops wedged themselves into the Fritzes' positions.
  But the Germans had too many forces diverted to the African theatre of military operations. But new divisions of the French, Portuguese, Spanish and even Swedes took part in the battles. In Sweden, the National Socialists won the parliamentary elections, and a couple of divisions of volunteers went to the front.
  In addition, after the loss of the Caucasus, the Red Army experienced a fuel shortage and, as a result, was not as combat-ready.
  Two weeks later, Stalin halted the offensive and unexpectedly offered Hitler peace talks. By this time, it had become obvious that the Fritzes were about to finally untie their hands in Africa and would be able to attack the USSR with all their might.
  The Fuhrer agreed to a truce with Stalin. Indeed, Japan also needs help, but what can the USSR do in that time?
  In August 1944, the Germans launched an offensive in Iran and India. Within a month, German tanks were in Delhi, joining forces with the Japanese. And a month later, all of India was under German control.
  The Führer gave the order to prepare for landing in Britain. Bombing of England, including ballistic missiles, increased significantly.
  Japan managed to achieve a major surprise victory in November 1944, when, with the help of German gunners, it intercepted an American landing attempt in the Philippines. Here, for the first time, the formidable battleships of the Land of the Rising Sun were able to show themselves in all their glory.
  The American defeat was severe. And with the support of the German submarine fleet, Japan launched a counteroffensive in the Pacific Ocean.
  Stalin and Hitler were in the meantime negotiating. They failed to agree on a personal meeting between the two dictators. But it was clear from the very beginning that both sides were too proud. Stalin did not want to give up Leningrad, Hitler did not want to give up Peter's city.
  And the Fritzes wanted to keep the Caucasus entirely for themselves, but Stalin insisted on joint governance.
  But both sides had not yet begun military action. Hitler planned to seize Britain and free his hands. Stalin, however, pinned his hopes on new developments in tanks and aviation. But the new T-44 machine turned out to be insufficiently reliable and required technical refinement, while Soviet propeller-driven aircraft were hopelessly behind German jet aircraft.
  In the winter, the Germans, together with the Japanese, pushed back the Americans a little in the Pacific Ocean and inflicted colossal damage on the Yankees with submarines.
  In March 1945, the Germans stepped up their bombing of Britain, using a sharp increase in the number of jet aircraft. As it turned out, the bomber was still better than the ballistic missile, since the latter was too expensive and not accurate enough.
  The Nazi submarine fleet also showed itself more and more strongly. Having despaired of defeating the Germans with aircraft, the Allies also began to probe the negotiation process. And at the same time they tried to persuade Stalin to reopen the front.
  But the leader of all times and nations was biding his time. He did not want to pull chestnuts out of the fire again. Moreover, the creation of his own jet aircraft was delayed, and the development of the new T-54 tank promised to take too much time. And the fascists managed to create puppet governments from local traitors in the occupied territories.
  So the Soviet army had to fight millions of its former citizens. And that's not so great.
  And Japan, if anything happened, hinted that if Stalin violated the armistice, it would open a front in the Far East.
  So the Germans could prepare for the landing of troops in Britain without any obstacles. True, there were certain difficulties: many not only English, but also American ground troops were located in the metropolis. For now, the US was fighting mainly at sea, and could afford to strengthen its troops in England itself.
  This was what caused the difficulties. In addition, the Allies, while inferior in terms of quality of aircraft, had too many planes - compensating for their technological advantage with quantity.
  Therefore, in addition to striking ground targets, Oleg Rybachenko also hunted for enemy aircraft.
  Here the girl-stormtrooper-wunderkind imagined herself at the controls of the plane. Here it is, the jet ME-262, the latest modification with swept wings. And at great speed it attacks both air and ground targets.
  Barefoot beauty Oleg Rybachenko, in her girlish body, deftly handles a fighter. Opens fire to kill with her bare feet. And the English planes catch fire, the pierced Americans fall.
  And on the right hand of the beautiful Oleg is the girl Arabella. Who is also a great ace pilot. And leads, launching aircraft shells like a fan, like a winged Valkyrie.
  Oleg Rybachenko shows her his fist, slaps her with his bare, chiseled girlish foot, and shouts:
  - Keep it up!
  The girl responds enthusiastically, showing her fist in response:
  - Yes, keep it up!
  Here a four-engine bomber flies out to meet Oleg Rybachenko. The Terminator pilot shoots it down with 30-mm aircraft cannons, exclaiming.
  - It is better to kill one mammoth than a hundred rats, it is better to defeat one hero than a thousand cowards!
  Arabella responds with a spinning barrel roll and exclaims:
  - Two living friends are good, four dead enemies are even better!
  And from its hits, planes explode like a row lined up!
  Oleg Rybachenko bares his snow-white teeth in a girlish smile. And shoots again...
  He wants to sing something warlike.
  I am Superman, the Creator of the universe,
  I decided that I would rule for centuries!
  And there are many creatures under my heel,
  In reality, any dream comes true!
    
  To create beautifully and weave richly
  Can I have radiant carpets...
  Those who are disobedient will face harsh retribution -
  The children of Satan will go to hell!
    
  And my children love me with all their hearts,
  He'll get everything he wants, right down to his navel!
  Only one award is given by the judges,
  Who had enough common sense!
    
  I love to build palaces in space,
  The communities in the universe object...
  But know how capricious the Gods are,
  It's a trifle for them to break the thread of your life!
    
  There will be a gift, and a bonus for it,
  So that a stupid person doesn't crawl...
  It's a trifle to create and I'm not interested,
  Let the General Secretary become a tomato too!
    
  I weave a web of constellations,
  Capable of knocking down a quasar from his little finger...
  I don't need a candle or a tithe -
  I will reward the man generously myself!
    
  There will be immortality, and in a beautiful dress,
  The bride will come to you in eternity...
  You will be like a king of great nobility,
  And without interruption, the counting in the heavenly bushes!
    
  Harems and seraglios are a trifle,
  Reality just ask God...
  But people need to make happiness themselves,
  And don"t scream, just: Lord save us!
  With each word, someone would fall, blown up or shot down. And the beautiful Arabella, kicking her bare legs, would rush along with him and play with her bare toes, pressing the triggers of the aircraft cannons. And also hitting...
  Now they have fired off their combat kits and are flying back.
  Arabella asks the barefoot beauty with ample breasts and luxurious hips Oleg:
  - You are a charming girl... I always wanted to be like you!
  The stormtrooper prodigy girl readily answers:
  - And I would dream of becoming like you! Although...
  Here Oleg Rybachenko realized that he had blurted out nonsense. And anyway, how can a man strive to be like a woman?
  Arabella, however, did not lose her composure and issued an immortal aphorism:
  - It's better to be a woman than a babe!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed:
  - Not everyone in pants is a man, not everyone in a skirt is a woman!
  Arabella nodded her head and remarked:
  - It's easier to seduce a hundred women than to give one a seductive dream!
  Already at the airfield, both girls hugged and kissed - how charming they are. They caressed each other a little, rubbed their scarlet nipples, and merged with lips bright as rose petals. How pleasant it is to caress a woman's body.
  But there is no time to be too coy - we must hurry to a new sortie. And again inflict crushing blows on England from the air. Until the British lion is finally defeated!
  Here, besides air targets, Oleg Rybachenko's favorite job is destroying tanks. You strike them from the air. The "Tortilla" is a particularly tempting target - a machine that weighs eighty tons! A monster indeed - a monster to all monsters!
  However, the Germans already had a serial E-100 in service, something like the "Maus", but with a more compact layout, a lower silhouette and lighter. The new machine could already develop a speed sufficient for combat.
  In general, Oleg Rybachenko mentally imagined the new tanks of the "E" series, ready by May 1945. With the gearbox layout on the engine itself: squat, with long barrels.
  The most mass-produced vehicle "E"-50 is comparable in weight and armament to "Panther"-2, but has a much lower silhouette and thicker, especially on the sides, sloping armor. Both "Sherman", "Churchill", and "Pershing" are far from this German vehicle in their tactical and combat characteristics.
  And when she appears on the battlefield, she will simply have no equal!
  And they are already ready, both "E"-50 and "E"-75. The second vehicle with a 128-mm gun is simply a miracle of tank building. When it hits, even "Tortilla" will not seem a little.
  And here is the barefoot warrior Oleg Rybachenko already in the tank, together with a beautiful girl crew. In the formidable "E"-100 adapted to move even under water. Here is the crew with the elves, Oleg Rybachenko is the fifth in it, and there are four girls with sharp ears, diving into the thickness of the Atlantic Ocean. And it floats there, cutting through the sea surface, this is a submarine on tracks.
  We need to cross the English Channel at its narrowest point. Jump out onto the coast, fire, and then go back.
  Oh, how the German genius knew how to create masterpieces of military thought. For example, earthmoving tanks. The democratic form of government turned out to be ineffective for Germany. What a crisis has arisen in recent years? So many kinds of terrorists and emigrants have run wild! And who is to blame? First of all, the weakness of the authorities!
  But now their vehicle with two guns emerges from the depths of the sea.
  Oleg Rybachenko, using the bare toes of his lower girlish limbs, fires shrapnel shells at the guns of the English coastal battery. The English are thrown higher and turned upside down.
  This is truly total chic!
  For some reason, a Russian song flashed through Oleg Rybachenko"s head:
  - A fatal year, you may not believe me - one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine! The devil will turn his golden horns, three nines upside down!
  And here, in the form of Hitler's troops, the devils entered English soil. Here, the orange elf fires from a heavy 128-millimeter gun.
  And the explosion of a thirty-kilogram shell lifted the enemy bunker up to the hellish skies.
  With the help of his bare toes, Oleg Rybachenko shoots from his short gun and looks at the girls. How beautiful they are, in their revealing bikini. Not a girl, but just a miracle of nature. So you want to make love to them... No, Karl Marx is not quite right. Here in him is a woman's nature, and the flesh of a charming girl, but still he is drawn to females. To their busty, shiny bodies.
  He is a man at heart, and he will remain a man forever, no matter what temptations his merciless fate may lead him into.
  And here, in the half-sleep of walking and dreams, it is so pleasant... You imagine in your rich imagination the victory of the Third Reich...
  It's not final yet, but everything is heading that way!
  Here you are firing at the batteries, and a girl with blue hair is pouring from a machine gun, exterminating the English infantrymen. The dead blacks fall, the same scarlet blood flows out of them as from the whites. War is a natural human condition...
  Or as one philosopher said: fighting is harder than breathing, but much more natural!
  Interestingly, girls really like to use their long, graceful toes when shooting. Well, it doesn't matter what color the cat is, as long as it catches mice. The same is true for girls - it doesn't matter what body parts, as long as they are beautiful.
  Here the elf warrior tore off a relatively small turret from the Churchill with a precise shot.
  No, definitely not Oleg Rybachenko, he had a desire to compose a song, and the stormtrooper-wunderkind began to sing;
  I dreamed of becoming a cool soldier since I was in cradle,
  Flying planes and shooting...
  Or maybe a cabin boy or a big pirate,
  Although at sea you are just a thief!
    
  I wanted to be in the military - as a boy,
  The most powerful recognition to have...
  You need to learn to fight not from a book,
  Otherwise you'll become as stupid as a bear!
    
  I read about dashing corsairs as a child,
  About boarding and sudden jumps...
  Even though you may become a victim of the commissars,
  But cowardice is not in the boy's interests!
    
  Whatever you want, you will always achieve,
  Any business always goes well...
  And the sun shines over the pirate too,
  And if there is a storm, it"s not a problem either!
    
  Yes, the gallows also threatens,
  The cruel executioner sets up the scaffold...
  And the robber will not find a place in heaven,
  Gehenna in the underworld awaits him!
    
  When I was caught by Jesus,
  Desperately, I made a request...
  I succumbed, I confess, to the vile temptation,
  I wanted girls, colorful cars...
    
  God answered: that there is no forgiveness for you,
  And only Satan awaits...
  The executioner struck at once without delay,
  And the head rolled off the block!
    
  And I am in hell, but know that I do not suffer,
  You can also drink vodka with devils...
  And now I swallow that liqueur with relish,
  Which is used to wash down cake and game!
    
  Yes, this place is just full of pirates,
  There are she-devils - hot chicks...
  This was the payback here,
  Champagne, wine, shashlik in the morning!
    
  I frolicked in hell for five hundred centuries,
  But then the Great Jesus came...
  And he ended the hell without any interjections,
  I was in the underworld in happiness - now I'm empty!
  In Gehenna I now suffer greatly,
  Yes, it's true that it's too late to repent in hell...
  I wanted to dress stylishly with a lady,
  I didn't know that I would end up in hell today!
    
  So a lesson to other pirates,
  Live honestly, you will have goals...
  Although, alas, the salary is not high,
  How can we break free from the need of chains?
  A good song and a great fight... They unloaded their combat kit and returned back. The elves exclaimed in chorus:
  - May the force be with us!
  Again, an excellent, modern tank goes to sea. And the shallow depth is no obstacle for a machine running on hydrogen peroxide.
  As for the development of the atomic bomb, Germany is a little behind, but a heavy water reactor has already been launched. Plus, a paraffin moderator has been obtained.
  And here is Hitler himself... The possessed Fuhrer is walking around his office. It seems he decided to have some fun.
  Hitler slammed his fist on the table, spilling a glass of mango juice on the Fuhrer's suit. This caused a burst of anger. Hitler threatened the sky:
  - How dare you, God, to stain me, the great Fuhrer! Who will soon rule over all that exists!
  Goebbels responded pompously:
  - God is the greatest despot on the planet!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Exactly! God is cruel, so we can be cruel too! Fascism kills millions, tens of millions for a great purpose! God kills billions, everyone for an unknown reason! Most of our victims die quickly, and most of the billions who die of old age suffer for a long time and terribly! The Church teaches that most people will burn in hell forever after death, but if we torture a person, it is only to obtain information, and at most it lasts a few months!
  God torments, knowing everything in advance, for billions of billions of years! And those who are saved will have little joy - eternal boredom in God's slavery! The Church teaches that Jesus is Almighty God, which means Hitler is kinder than Jesus! Isn't that right!
  Goebbels replied:
  - Yes, that's right! Christianity is both "pacific" and super-cruel! It guarantees torment during life and ghosts after death!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Why do we in Europe have so few beautiful women? Because in the Middle Ages, every beauty was considered a witch, burned and tortured! And why are there so many more beautiful women in Scandinavia? The Catholic Inquisition has not penetrated there so much. It would not be bad if the SS men took beautiful blonde women from Scandinavia as second wives and gave birth to healthy, tall children.
  Himmler noted:
  - Successful experiments in artificial insemination of women are already being conducted! We use the semen of the most outstanding men!
  Hitler jumped up from his chair:
  - Yes, it"s interesting and there are results!
  Himmler nodded:
  - Of course my Fuhrer! The first dozen test tube babies have been born! They weigh much more than normal babies! And I think they are stronger. I held the babies in my arms and they fought hard.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - That's good! This way we can improve the breed! And can you carry babies outside the womb?
  Himmler replied:
  - It's very difficult, my Fuhrer! Some developments have been made, but they will cost too much! The old way is much better!
  Hitler agreed:
  - That's true! Let Germany rule!
  Ribbentrop interjected:
  - The most genetically gifted Slavic girls could also be wives of SS soldiers. And give birth to children!
  Hitler nodded:
  - And that's true!
  Himmler objected:
  - Actually, the Slavs are in some ways our relatives! The same Russian tsars had more German blood than Russian!
  Hitler barked:
  - I know it! That's why Russia became so huge! The Germans raised a primitive people!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - We need to spread fairy tales - that under our rule Russians will live much better than under the Bolsheviks!
  The Fuhrer gasped in surprise and said nasal:
  - Isn't this being done now?
  Goebbels responded with excitement:
  - A great leader is being made! We work with tongues no less than with bombers on Britain. We have poured out a lot of our propaganda on the Russians, the English and the Americans!
  The Fuhrer smiled contentedly and, stroking his stomach, said:
  - Lie in moderation, observing honor, so as not to be caught at your word... After all, there are salutary lies, and there are empty lies!
  After which the Fuhrer began to walk again, delivering one of his usual monologues:
  - When I came to power in 1933, there was no great Germany. There was a tortured, ruined, humiliated country. A country in which production had fallen by half, there were ten million unemployed.
  A state truncated by the results of the First World War, having lost all its colonies and a significant part of its territory. When I came to power: no one believed that great achievements lay ahead of us. But here is a small country, truncated by wars, which began to develop and win. First, I occupied the demilitarized zone. Then Austria, seeing our prosperity, voluntarily joined us.
  Then the West got scared of our growing power and went to Munich - giving up the Sudetenland. Then the Second World War began. Almost the whole world was against us and not a single reliable ally. Because Mussolini turned out to be just a cowardly rag.
  But in three weeks Poland was crushed. And the allies did not dare to attack. Then Denmark and Norway fell. After that, in a month and a half we miraculously conquered France, Belgium and Holland, defeated the English at Duyker.
  But the war did not end there, although we were counting on it! We had to strike at Yugoslavia and Greece, get into Africa. I did not want this, but ten thousand Stalinist tanks were amassed on our eastern border. We had to start a war against the strongest and also totalitarian, like us, empire on the planet.
  A quick victory was not destined to be achieved, but after several years of war we were able to disable the Russian bear by capturing the most important and richest regions of Russia.
  We conquered Africa and half of Asia, including India. As a result of the wars, an empire was formed that was twice as big as Genghis Khan's, four times as big as Macedonian's, five times as big as the Roman Empire during the reign of Trojan.
  We have achieved a lot... But the war is still not over! Moscow stands firm. Which must be taken. London has not yet been conquered. But the most important thing is America! It is our strongest and most dangerous enemy. Its economic power is amazing, but its spirit is weak! But we are becoming stronger every month. Millions of slaves are toiling for us, producing more and more weapons. We have launched a lot of new types of weapons into production. Jet aircraft, ballistic missiles, underground tanks, and unique disc aircraft with inimitable flight characteristics.
  Never before in the history of mankind has there been such a strong and technologically equipped army as ours. And now we have come close to the sacred goal - world domination!
  The Fuhrer stopped and crossed his arms over his chest, after which he finished. -
  And our victory is in the next few months or even weeks.
  
  SHARK GIRL
  The exams at Moscow State University have been passed. Snezhana Koroleva, a charming natural blonde, took off her high-heeled shoes and ran barefoot along the warm asphalt.
  She was a simple village girl, and she loved to touch a hard surface with her bare sole. And she didn't care that people looked at her as if she was a little crazy, and at the same time admired her.
  Snezhana is very beautiful, her hair is slightly curly and slightly golden, and her face, on the contrary, is tanned, with a masculine chin and an expressive profile. Although she was born in the village, she has an extraordinary appearance, as if she really were a princess. She has many admirers, but Snezhana has a practical village mind.
  She wants to marry an oligarch! And she dreams about it. She is so young, gorgeous.
  It's just a pity that billionaires, even in Moscow, are not lying on the street. But Mishka tagged along with her. A nice young man, athletic, muscular. Girls are crazy about him. But he fell in love with her. Why does she need this beggar? Well, maybe not a beggar, but just an average guy.
  Mishka holds flowers in her hands: white roses. They smell so nice. And they go with her hair.
  The young man jumped up to her and, holding out the roses, purred:
  - My imagination was amazed,
  Your image appeared before me.
  You pierced me like lightning -
  With its unearthly beauty!
  Snezhana laughed and flicked the young man on the nose with her fingers:
  - Are you imitating Pushkin? But that's not the main thing!
  The young man asked in surprise:
  - What's the main thing?
  Snezhana answered with a laugh:
  - Money! That's the most important thing!
  Mishka answered with a sigh:
  - Well, I'll graduate from Moscow State University and open my own business. I'm already making good money, for example, I come up with scripts and games!
  The girl giggled and stamped her bare foot:
  - I know! You also write science fiction for magazines. But all this is such a trifle!
  The young man logically noted:
  - Why have too much money? We can go to Europe, and sometimes we can even go to a restaurant. We are young, healthy, beautiful - we will have wonderful children!
  Snezhana shook her head:
  - No! Beauty is a gift from the gods! And it must be used practically! I will only marry someone who has a fortune of at least a billion dollars!
  The young man asked quietly:
  - Without love?
  Snezhana said harshly:
  - Love does not exist! There is only the dirty lust of males and females!
  Mishka shook his head:
  - No! I love you, and only you! I can't live without you!
  The girl laughed and answered cheekily:
  - Earn a billion bucks, and then expect reciprocity, and so... Flowers are really okay, but I like scarlet ones more, the color of blood!
  The young man sighed heavily and sang:
  - There is no such thing as fake love,
  The stars in the sky sparkle like rubies.
  Break the shackles of shame -
  May your feelings be deep and strong!
  Snezhana giggled and replied:
  - Well, make it up. Actually, you can walk with me. You're smart for eighteen. Tell me, what stories did you submit to the competition?
  Mishka sighed even more heavily and answered:
  - It's hard for me to concentrate. I think about you all the time. About your beautiful hair, and your... The young man glanced down and asked affectionately:
  - You're not afraid to step on a splinter, and your soles will get dirty!
  Snezhana answered harshly:
  - I'm not such a softie. In the village I walked barefoot from frost to frost, on a prickly path, pebbles, pine cones. And you city people. You have no real courage!
  Mishka noticed:
  - Barefoot suits you, and yet walking around the city streets like that... It's too extravagant!
  Snezhana smiled, what large, pearly teeth she had. Much whiter than her tanned, chocolate skin. Mishka was even surprised that a natural blonde could get so tanned, like an Arab. Maybe it was because she had been in the fresh air since childhood.
  The girl reluctantly put on the shoes and immediately became taller than Mikhail. Snezhana is a tall girl. This even embarrasses her a little and causes a feeling of annoyance - not everyone would want such a big wife. Moreover, many billionaires are short.
  Snezhana dreamed of money. Her imagination was attracted by billions of dollars. And she wanted power too. To give orders and rule the world. Or to make her own films. Which would also be tempting. Something special to voice and unique.
  You don't feel so comfortable in high heels. Really, why would such a pretty girl need shoes before it snows? But in Moscow it's really scary like this...
  Snezhana asked the young man:
  - Do you love me?
  Misha answered with fervor:
  - With all my heart and soul!
  The girl giggled and asked:
  - Then write a story in which Russia defeats Japan under Nicholas II.
  Mishka answered with a sigh:
  - I've already had this. There was even a thematic competition on this very topic!
  Snezhana smiled and suggested:
  - Well, then buy me ice cream!
  Mishka nodded:
  - With pleasure, what kind of pleasure?
  Snezhana declared, baring her teeth:
  - Strawberry in chocolate!
  The young man ran up to the stall and bought two portions in gilded paper glasses.
  Mikhail handed the glass to Snezhana. The girl took it in her hands and slowly licked it with her pink, charming tongue. After which, she cooed:
  - Yes, it's not bad! Ice cream is delicious! When you eat it, forget-me-nots bloom in your soul!
  Misha nodded and remarked:
  - With you I'd go to the Arctic Ocean!
  The girl remained silent. Her thoughts were now on something else. The girl tried to earn money herself and wrote a fantasy story about a time traveler in World War II. More precisely, about two time travelers - a young man and a girl. They tried to warn about the attack, but no one believed them. And they ended up in prison. And on June 22, 1941, the Great Patriotic War began anyway. The course of history could not be changed.
  Snezhana's story got a few likes and views, but the girl didn't get any money for it. Which greatly disappointed the mercantile writer.
  Snezhana was reading Mishka. This young man was typing on his smartphone while walking. And he was doing it successfully. In general, money is easy to spend. But it is hard to get. Snezhana even thought about going on the street. With her appearance, it promised big money. But she didn"t want to lose her virginity, then the chances of marrying a billionaire would drop sharply. For some reason, oligarchs love virgins. Yes, that"s the situation. Snezhana wanted big money. But she doesn"t have a specific plan on how to saddle a billionaire. Oligarchs don"t meet people online. But there are so many guys there. And they are all so different. And her body so wants affection and passion.
  It took a lot of effort for Snezhana not to lose her virginity. But she held on. Although she dreamed about it at night!
  The beauty asked Mishka:
  - Is it hard for you men without girls?
  The young man answered honestly:
  - It's very difficult!
  Snezhana shuddered and answered:
  - And I want to have a billionaire as a husband! Help me, please!
  Mishka whistled, shaking his head:
  - I'm head over heels in love with you! And I won't give you to anyone, especially a pot-bellied oligarch!
  Snezhana winked and said with a sly look:
  - And I will make you my lover! You will love and caress me!
  The young man laughed and replied:
  - You need to look for oligarchs where they are found! Maybe in the most expensive restaurant in Moscow!
  Snezhana bared her teeth and demanded aggressively:
  - Take me there!
  Mishka noticed:
  - There is not a single dish there for less than a thousand dollars!
  Snezhana playfully noted:
  - All the better, at least I'll try something exotic. Don't you have a thousand bucks?
  The young man readily answered:
  - There will be one for you, but for the two of us we need two.
  Snezhana stated decisively:
  - Yes, I'll go alone! And it will be better this way!
  Mishka was embarrassed and kept silent. The girl, meanwhile, finished her ice cream. Threw the empty cup into the trash can. And whistled. She seemed to be in a playful mood.
  Mishka, on the contrary, became sad. Dreams of marriage with Snezhana turned out to be an illusion. Yeah, he has no luck with her. And yet, he is head over heels in love with the girl.
  The young man sang sadly:
  - You are not an angel, but for me, but for me you have become a saint.
  Snezhana interrupted the young man:
  - The word "saint" irritates me! It immediately feels hypocritical and sanctimonious! In general, as the wise say: if a politician crosses himself vigorously, it means his hand is looking for your wallet! - The girl clicked her heels and laughed, singing. - Wallet, wallet, on a string. Hanging on the edge of a shining abyss! And fate is hiding around the corner, and the string is held by an invisible one!
  The girl saw another guy. Here comes Slavka. Also a nice-looking young man. Now you can hit the jackpot from him.
  Snezhana gurgled to Mishka:
  - So you're giving me a thousand dollars?
  The young man hesitated. And Snezhana jumped up and ran to Slavka. The young man was also carrying a bouquet of flowers, only this time they were scarlet. Snezhana jumped up to him and rattled:
  - Hi Slavik! Maybe you could take me to the Emperor restaurant?
  The young man nodded in agreement:
  - Certainly!
  An emerald ring sparkled on his hand. Slavik's father is a millionaire, and he always has money. True, he likes to get physical, but Snezhana beats guys. She, a girl, is very physically strong, and was engaged in martial arts. True, she prefers contactless karate, fearing that someone might spoil her impeccable beauty.
  But her strength and flexibility are top notch. She can move her fist and her leg.
  Slavka shouted at Mishka:
  - Get out of here!
  Mishka clenched his fists:
  - Lower your tone!
  Snezhana bared her teeth and muttered:
  - Yes, Mishka, go, I'll call you later!
  Slavka frowned and hissed:
  - How do you call?
  The big girl growled:
  - And don't you dare be jealous of me! I date whoever I want! And you, Mishka, go away, your time is up!
  The young man stepped back with a sigh. Snezhana winked at Slavka. He was also a handsome young man, red-haired and very popular with the girls. And he was head over heels in love with her. Slavka was richer and could be milked. But he could still sleep with another woman - these men are dogs.
  Slavka said:
  - I wrote you a poem!
  Snezhana giggled and replied:
  - Poetry? You're all drawn to poetry for some reason!
  Slavka nodded and sang;
  Love is a dangerous, beautiful path,
  Everyone who joined knows about this...
  There is no escape from it, no way to jump off -
  Othello strangled Desdemona!
  Snezhana laughed and remarked:
  - That's funny! I'd like to listen to something interesting. And have a snack at the same time!
  Slavka noted with doubt:
  - You are dressed too modestly for the Emperor restaurant, oh most magnificent one!
  Snezhana stated decisively:
  - So dress me up!
  Slavka nodded to his beloved:
  - Let's go! My driver and car are waiting for us around the corner!
  Snezhana answered with a laugh:
  - What a miracle of miracles, your six hundredth Mercedes!
  Slavka corrected:
  - Already the eight hundredth! In general, we have wonderful brands!
  Snezhana jumped up and spun the pinwheel in the air, singing:
  - Girls come in different colors - yellow, white, red. But they all want the same thing - in a fancy car!
  Mercedes is not a favorite car for the large, curvy girl Snezhana. A Cadillac or something even bigger would be great. They got in, the driver was a black African, and he winked playfully at the owner.
  The girl asked on the way:
  - Have you ever tried to start any kind of business?
  Slavka handed her the expensive palm beer and gurgled:
  - I tried. In particular, you can get rich selling computer games!
  Snezhana agreed with this:
  - Demand creates supply! Mishka writes all the stories, but who needs them?
  Slavka nodded in agreement:
  - Who knows. Now is not the time for books. Games and movies reign now! And computer graphics!
  Snezhana sipped palm beer, made from coconuts. It was tasty and pleasant. Not like cheap swill. Snezhana didn't like beer, she was afraid of getting fat. She was already meaty. She balances somewhere on the edge where a diet is not superfluous. Snezhana eats a lot, but she also trains a lot. She has abs like tiles and muscles like wire.
  Slavka tries to light a cigarette, but Snezhana frowns and purrs discontentedly:
  - Why do you need this crap! You're ruining your health!
  The young man puts out his cigar and remarks:
  - You seem to have gained a bit of weight! Do you go to the gym?
  Snezhana snapped:
  - I don't have fat, I have muscles! But you, Slavka, could do with pumping up. Mishka would knock you out, and you're picking on him!
  Slavka snorted contemptuously:
  - Teddy bear is a writer and a nerd!
  Snezhana objected:
  - No, his muscles are much bigger and more defined than yours! You're actually kind of skinny!
  Slavka answered seriously:
  - It's natural! I eat a lot. But in general, I don't like that you date Mishka, and Volodya, and Sashka. It's not proper for a girl to hang out with different guys!
  Snezhana grimaced and replied:
  - They are all handsome young men, and have some money. Only with me they behave decently! So you, too, can date me.
  Slavka remarked harshly:
  - Damn it. Well, maybe I'll at least stroke your leg?
  Snezhana answered firmly:
  - If you take me to a restaurant, then fine, I'll allow it!
  Together they went to a fashionable dress shop. Slavka is a little shorter than Mishka and noticeably thinner. Against the background of Snezhana, he generally looks small, the girl is broad in the shoulders, and what size are her breasts. Slavka notices this, and all the time tries to stretch out and stand on his toes.
  Snezhana, on the contrary, begins to hunch over. For a girl, she is quite tall, and she does not like it. Not all men like big girls, especially billionaires. True, her bright beauty compensates for this, there is no end to the guys.
  But sometimes Snezhana starts to feel inferior.
  In general, she is a seasoned girl. At the age of twelve, she managed to get into a special school for breaking one boy's nose and gouging out another's eye. She spent almost a year there. Well, there was nothing particularly scary there. Except that the girls were too nervous, there were a lot of video cameras. But they fed her well, and for an unpretentious village girl, it was normal to sit. And there is a computer room in the special school, and a swimming pool, and they take her on excursions, and only two hours of occupational therapy a day. At home, Snezhana worked much more.
  Her family got into deep debt, and the children had to work like donkeys, contrary to all laws, just like in tsarist times.
  Snezhana served her sentence and even bragged about it. Like, I'm so cool. She was a talented girl and entered Moscow State University without connections. She had an absolute memory, and after reading a textbook once, Snezhana could answer without hesitation.
  But at the same time, this very talented girl did not like studying. She skipped lectures and generally tried to visit the university as rarely as possible.
  Recently, Snezhana has become interested in computer games. Why not? She took her iPhone and started playing, even while swimming.
  Slavka picked out her clothes himself. The young man withdrew money from the card, choosing fashionable, expensive, beautiful clothes.
  Snezhana admired herself in the mirror. She was distinguished by the beauty of a warrior. A muscular body, a narrow waist and luxurious hips with a high bust. Perhaps too broad shoulders and a strong neck - a typical Amazon.
  A face with flawless features, like a statue of an ancient Greek goddess. Probably, this is how the sculptors of Hellas would have depicted Artemis or Athena.
  Snezhana sighed. Alas, many men love fragile and petite women. She has the beauty of a warrior.
  And it"s not so easy to choose a ball gown for her that fits well!
  But somehow they managed to dress her up.
  And Slavka even gave her a necklace made of artificial diamonds. Damn it, the greedy guy, he could have made it out of real stones!
  Snezhana admired herself for a moment. Yes, she looks even more like a princess from the Middle Ages. Only her face is too dark.
  Slavka noted:
  - It wouldn't hurt to whiten your face a bit! You're as dark as an Asian!
  Snezhana objected:
  - I have Aryan features. And I've never used makeup and I won't start!
  Slavka answered with a sigh:
  - Okay. You know better.
  Snezhana was sprayed with expensive perfume, and she, so smart and luxurious, moved after Slavka. He also changed into a tuxedo with a bow tie and put on a top hat. However, he seemed less respectable to her - a boy in a gentleman's suit.
  Slowly, they left the premises and got into a nice car.
  Slavka logically reminded:
  - The richest crowd in the restaurant will be much later, they have business during the day. Maybe we should have some fun in the meantime?
  Snezhana answered in an uncertain tone:
  - Let's go for a ride around Moscow!
  And she turned on her iPhone. She couldn't wait to play. This is progress, really: you download any games from the Internet and cut yourself. True, there is a danger. It's more addictive than alcohol.
  Snezhana is playing her favorite role: she is a queen who conquers other countries. Of course, she needs to build an army, raise the economy, and so on. And for this, she needs money and resources. But thanks to Mishka, he suggested the cheater's code. And now she has accumulated resources for herself, and let's stamp out troops and transfer them to other centuries.
  For example, they fight against you with guns on horses and archaic cannons. And you throw atomic bombs and huge tanks at them. Without any doubts or reasoning.
  Snezhana doesn't like to exert herself too much. She throws a twenty-first century armada at the armies of the sixteenth century. And enjoys the beating. What else does she need? She is, after all, a lady of the highest sports rank.
  Snezhana took off her shoes and asked Slavka:
  - Massage my feet, just don't dare put your hands above my knees, I'll hit you!
  Slavka has already fallen under Snezhana's hot hand. She has the strength of a hero.
  And modestly massages her soles.
  The girl plays herself. She put on special virtual glasses. This way the battles are much better visible.
  The illusion of full presence and thousands of units. And your troops are advancing. Here are atomic bombs being dropped on enemy positions. When one falls, thousands of warriors are charred at once. Chemical weapons are also interesting here. They also smoke and rise, these are the demons dancing.
  Snezhana defeats the enemy. The forces are unequal, although she still managed to lose a couple of tanks and several helicopters. And she storms the capital. Here is another state captured.
  Snezhana sang with pleasure:
  - I am one of those queens who loves joy and laughter, but kissing an ordinary jester is a sin!
  And it plays again. Another power to conquer. And here it is again, like an atomic bomb will hit.
  And install lasers on fighters.
  Slava, meanwhile, massages the girl's hard soles. It is obvious that she is engaged in martial arts, and has broken bricks with her bare heel. Slavka thought that such a wife could injure her husband. Wow, she really beats herself.
  But the young man really liked Snezhana. You feel reliably protected with her. Such a woman would not let anyone hurt her husband!
  Slavka thought, what if he hypnotized Snezhana? In general, hypnosis is such a mystery that it always attracted him. Power over the world - that"s what he would like!
  Like in one movie: where a brilliant, but slightly crazy scientist tried to subjugate the world by giving commands using thought waves.
  Of course, there were heroes who stopped him. But Slavka would like to learn how to subjugate everyone in a row.
  And become the world emperor! And what about Snezhana - how much she thinks of herself!
  Snezhana continued to play for now. She captured a couple more countries. Using her technical superiority. And then, she fought at sea. Which is also very cool.
  Battleships with atomic weapons against sailing ships. And from a distance the beating goes on. The ships sink, burn by the hundreds.
  Suddenly Snezhana felt sad. She remembered the defeat by the Japanese under Nicholas II. And her mood got worse. That's how they lost then.
  And the girl decisively paused the game and turned on the Internet search for historical strategies.
  Well, now she will fix everything. Here, for example, is the Russo-Japanese War of 1904-1905.
  Slavka distracted her slightly by kissing her bare, pink heel. Snezhana shook her finger:
  - Be careful, little rascal! Or else I'll do this!
  And the girl deftly grabbed Slavka's nose with her bare toes. The young man groaned:
  - Ouch, that hurts! Let go!
  Snezhana laughed:
  - What a sissy you are! Eh, men aren't what they used to be these days!
  Slavka agreed with this:
  - Yes, not those!
  The girl let go of the boy's nose and stretched out behind him. She was happy and cheerful!
  Suggested:
  - Let's have a snack!
  Slavka, knowing Snezhana"s tastes, ordered: chocolate-covered custard cakes and a milkshake with coconuts and pineapples.
  The girl began to eat with pleasure. Snezhana loved good food.
  The beauty, however, noted:
  - I wonder what would happen if food were made from carbon dioxide?
  Slavka grinned and replied:
  - This is fantastic!
  Snezhana logically noted:
  -And iPhones are fantastic, and we use them very well!
  Slavka answered, not too willingly:
  - Progress, you know. Progress!
  Snezhana said dreamily:
  - And will we fly to other planets?
  Slavka stated decisively:
  - To the very edge of the universe!
  Snezhana laughed and noted:
  - Yes, that the light of teaching, in winter and spring, I repeat without exception to all the evil spirits of the forest!
  Slavik confirmed:
  - Witty. What don't you like about our world now?
  Snezhana answered honestly:
  - Old women! It's just awful, how ugly old women are!
  Slavik agreed with this:
  - Yes, they are ugly. Although, some of them at seventy-odd years old still look wow!
  Snezhana flashed her teeth:
  - Who, for example?
  Slavik readily answered:
  - Sofia Rotaru!
  Snezhana laughed and logically noted:
  - It's plastic surgery! It would be cool to look naturally twenty at eighty!
  Slavik agreed:
  - Yeah, cool. Immortality is a wonderful thing in general. Sometimes you start thinking about old age and you get scared!
  Snezhana squeaked and hissed:
  - Let's not talk about sad things. Let's think about, for example, whether to make a film?
  Slavik answered with a sigh:
  - It's expensive to make a good film!
  Snezhana suggested:
  - It can be done without being too expensive. For example, about a women's prison. Something like a girl who was raped by a billionaire and then, to keep her quiet, he put her behind bars!
  Slavik logically noted:
  - Not a new topic. Although, really, it's not that expensive! And have you ever thought about acting in a movie yourself?
  Snezhana answered honestly:
  - Not yet, why?
  Slavik logically noted:
  - You have such an appearance... To play different queens and warrior princesses. And you could earn money at the same time! You love money so much!
  Snezhana nodded in agreement:
  - More than guys! Good idea, I'll have to try it!
  The girl imagined herself as a warlike princess. Or a barbarian leader. How she throws a dagger with her bare toes and pins a black duke to a board. Yes, it's beautiful. And other roles.
  Slavik suggested:
  - Maybe we should take out a loan and make a film? Something inexpensive. For example, about love. Romantic relationships.
  Snezhana laughed and answered:
  - Of course we'll film it! It can be done for free!
  The girl was playing strategy again. This time, a historical one: Russia versus Japan. However, Snezhana somehow started the war unsuccessfully, and started screwing up one battle after another. She rewound. It would be nice to connect the cheater's code, but the problem is that she doesn't know it for this game. And she can't beat the Japanese honestly.
  The girl, however, can be cunning. Or use the discoveries of the academy. But if you improve the troops, it requires resources, which means less infantry will be stamped out. So the Russo-Japanese War without the art of commanding troops does not go at all.
  Snezhana is not very experienced in games either. She first played on the computer in a special school, her family did not spoil her with it. In general, the girl even found it funny that for her, being in a juvenile prison turned out to be better than being free. But the times are, of course, humane. But Snezhana herself worked from early childhood, lived in poverty and her love for money is quite understandable.
  And passion for games too. Apparently I didn't play enough as a child. But all the games are different and so colorful. You connect glasses to your iPhone, connect to the Internet and you're like in a fairy tale.
  The glasses provide a three-dimensional image of the game, and the miniature headphones provide sound. And you can even play whatever you want during a lecture.
  This is truly an achievement of progress!
  And now Snezhana wants to win the sea battle, and she doesn't need anything else... And the ships are visible in color, volumetrically, and smoke, and shell explosions, and running sailors. Excellent computer graphics. The battle can be viewed both zoomed out and zoomed in. You give commands, point the arrow in the direction of fire or strike. Of course, you can use a military adviser, but that's not quite the same. And the adviser doesn't command well. They can't win, unless you set the game to the minimum difficulty level.
  Snezhana, after several failures, did it. A very easy level, and already using her experience in the game, she drove. So she managed to diversify the game a little, and finally defeat the Japanese.
  She is a tough girl after all. And there are such forces against her. That she does not give in to enemies. Snezhana, at least, thinks so, although she wins with difficulty even on a very easy level. A game is still a game. And a deadly battle is taking place.
  The girl rearranges the ships and presses with the desperation of a cobra caught in a trap. And goes on the offensive. Sacrifices and gains. And sacrifices again. And now it comes to ramming. The Japanese lose. Since at a very easy level, their ships are too fragile and vulnerable. They are thoroughly penetrated. Russian shells pierce both sides at once. And the accuracy is lower.
  On land it's the same, and you can enjoy your successes. Although here too you have to sweat to win.
  Snezhana bared her teeth and remarked:
  - In world history, all sorts of things happen... But I win!
  The girl, after a couple of victories at sea and on land, landed in Japan itself and enjoyed the game and victories on foreign territory for a while. She began to make better decisions and make detour maneuvers.
  Snezhana even cheered up. And she began to jump up and down in her chair. And sing with fury:
  - The mighty "Varyag" defeats the enemies and will show no mercy to the samurai!
  Slavka is not as keen on games as Snezhana. In fact, he has played everything since early childhood. And he has no complexes about it. Something needs to be done - it needs to be done!
  However, Slava is not against having fun. The more, how much can the soles of the girl massage.
  The young man also put on glasses... And this time the entertainment is cosmic.
  And it's very interesting... A lot of girls in bikinis fight and board a spaceship.
  Among the girls are the heroines: Natasha, Zoya, Aurora, Maria. The famous four are the daughters of the gods. They fight in space, using magic and cutting-edge technology. They chop down orcs in the corridors of the battleship and cut through boarding tanks. They move forward and defeat the enemy with smiles and bright grins. Sunbeams fly off the pearly teeth of the virtual girls, striking various creatures.
  Slava acted, enjoying the game and the beauty of the girls" bodies...
  Storming their starships? Girls like that could figure out the devil with fire during the day!
  Space battles are always exciting and attract customers. You can make a lot of money in the gaming industry. Especially when magic and technology are mixed. And when there are a lot of beautiful girls in the game. This is the best flavor!
  Slava played, and the girls threw boomerangs with their bare toes, which spun and ripped apart the enemies. The warriors struck the orcs in a jump, and broke their grinning jaws.
  Slava hissed with fury:
  - No one will stop us, no one will defeat us! Evil girls crush the enemy! Evil girls - salute to the heroes!
  Here one battleship is captured, and the warriors jump to the next. Numerous girls' bare, round heels flash by. They are all so different and at the same time magnificent.
  In general, the demand for games increased significantly when they started launching series with girls in bikinis. Men, especially teenagers, like it when girls have a minimum of clothes... Especially if there are many warriors and from different sides.
  Feeling hungry, Slavka stopped playing... and ordered a couple of hamburgers and shashlik.
  The gluttonous Snezhana was also distracted. And she put her sharp teeth into action. She began to tear fresh meat and whistle:
  - My sweet and gentle beast! I love you so much - believe me! My sweet and gentle beast!
  The girl enjoyed the juicy meat, tore it and ate it. Slavka noted with love:
  - You are such a charming tigress!
  Snezhana confirmed:
  - I'm a monster from hell!
  And she licked the silver skewer. She loved to eat, and could gobble up a lot. No wonder she had so much energy and strength. But at the same time, the girl was distinguished by her grace and quick movements. She already had a black and red belt in non-contact karate, and broke heavy boards. She could split up to three bricks. Her strength was like that of a workhorse. Even Snezhana recently performed a couple of times in the strongman program, among women, and received some money.
  In general, Snezhana was saving for herself... She could have shown up at the Emperor restaurant at her own expense, but how could she not use her numerous admirers. In general, it is good to deal with young men. You can spin them for money without going to bed. Older men are more practical and they have so much time, you can"t milk them without selling your body!
  Many girls behave like that. They milk guys and seduce them with affection, but they are in no hurry to make love. Although, of course, they want to.
  Snezhana can hardly restrain herself. Her young, very strong body is so thirsty for affection. She even has to take pills to reduce her arousal. No, only those ladies who play hard to get get big money!
  You can see it in movies and novels. Tease guys and they'll give you everything on a silver platter.
  Snezhana asked for more shashlik:
  - Give me more!
  Slavka noticed with alarm:
  - How much do you weigh anyway?
  Snezhana answered honestly:
  - About ninety kilograms!
  Slavka whistled:
  - Wow! Why are you so fat?
  Snezhana was offended:
  - You've seen me in a bikini! Not a drop of fat, just muscles!
  Slavka calmly remarked:
  - You need to go on a diet!
  Snezhana sang in response:
  - Sometimes feelings drive us into melancholy,
  But the opinion of the people has long been known...
  Who is big is a work of art,
  And there should be a lot of good things!
  Slavka ordered more shashlik on his cell phone. Then they drank an expensive drink, and Snezhana ate the shashlik and washed it down with red liquid.
  The girl became cheerful and began to sing:
  - Fire water
  Fill the glass...
  Together with Satan -
  Let's drink to metal!
  Slavka asked Snezhana with a smile:
  - Don't you fear God?
  The girl answered decisively:
  - No!
  Slavka grinned:
  - Why?
  Snezhana answered seriously:
  - I'm not afraid of fairy tale characters! Are you afraid of Koschei or Baba Yaga?
  Slavka rationally noted:
  - Well, only the smallest children believe in Koschei or Baba Yaga, but many people, even very high-ranking persons, believe in God!
  Snezhana cynically noted:
  - Politicians are pretenders! For them, religion is either business or flirting with the electorate. Under the Soviet regime, they published good books, in which the Bible was exposed long ago!
  Slavka nodded in agreement and confirmed:
  - They're doing business! Everyone wants to make money and you can't argue with that! That's human nature!
  Snezhana sang furiously, an excerpt from Karabas"s song:
  - But only to grab everything for my great joy! But only to grab everything for my great joy! For my great joy!
  Slavka also reminded seriously:
  - But, strictly speaking, there is no one hundred percent certain proof that God does not exist!
  Snezhana stated decisively:
  - And atheists have nothing to prove! The burden of proof should be on believers!
  And the girl began to eat fatty meat again. A fleshy beauty. There is so much grace and wildness in her - just like a parterre.
  Slavka modestly noted:
  - There is certainly little justice in the world and luck often favors evil!
  Snezhana agreed with this:
  - The luckiest ruler is Genghis Khan. But he is a real beast! He didn't keep his word!
  Slavka confirmed:
  - And he rode into a mosque on horseback! That's a strong blow to any religion!
  Snezhana tweeted:
  - The earth groaned under the heel of Genghis Khan, there is no one in the world braver than the Russian Ivan!
  And the girl laughed and with the toes of her bare feet, very deftly twisted the silver skewer into a figure eight, once again demonstrating her extraordinary strength.
  Slavka, looking at this, felt nervous. When such a powerful girl is next to you, you involuntarily feel embarrassed and afraid of getting a slap in the face from her!
  Snezhana noted with aplomb:
  - Everything that exists in the world depends on the heavenly heights! But our success, our success depends on us alone!
  Slavka responded to this:
  - No, a lot in our world depends on trivial luck! Who is a billionaire with mediocre abilities, who is a genius dying in poverty!
  Snezhana blurted out:
  - Van Gogh!
  Slavka confirmed:
  - Exactly!
  The girl asked doubtfully:
  - Do you think there is predestination?
  Slavka shrugged:
  - Maybe!
  The beauty frowned and asked again:
  - Does that mean there is a God?
  Slavka answered, shaking his head:
  - One half of me believes in him, and the other doesn"t... But maybe all our life scenarios are not written by us!
  Snezhana sang with aplomb:
  Can you imagine this situation?
  What will come true is known to us in advance...
  And then why the doubts, the worries?
  The schedule will take care of everything in the world!
  The girl arched her back and continued singing the hit from the children's film:
  And we challenge the storms,
  That's why...
  To live in a world without surprises -
  Impossible for anyone!
  Let there be successes, failures,
  On the swing - up and down,
  Only this way and no other!
  Only this way and no other!
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  Slavka sincerely noted:
  - You have such a beautiful and strong voice. Maybe if you want money you should go into pop music?
  Snezhana answered with a sigh:
  - I have no ear for music!
  Slava was surprised:
  - Oh yeah? If you didn't have an ear, you wouldn't sing so well!
  The girl laughed and muttered:
  - Yes, I can hear well! But somehow it didn't work out to become a singer. Although, maybe if I graduate from Moscow State University, I'll try to go to a theater school!
  Slavka noticed, making his voice softer:
  - You have many talents!
  Snezhana answered, frowning:
  - Unfortunately, I can't play computer games very well! I constantly blow away the computer's strategies when compared to a normal level!
  Slavka suggested:
  - Use the swindler's code!
  The girl capriciously noticed, again twirling her bare toes, the curved skewer:
  - Unfortunately, I don"t know all the codes!
  Slavka grinned and suggested:
  - Look for cheater codes on the Internet. Just type cheater codes and the name of the game into the search engine!
  Snezhana said seriously:
  -I'll try!
  And the girl put on her virtual glasses again and went online. There's so much on the net. And you can watch and play everything. You just need to know how to use a search engine. Otherwise, you won't find everything. But everything international and glorious is available.
  The girl started looking for a cheat code for the game Civilization. She was tired of the Japanese company. And here is such a game: a historical civilization. You start by choosing: Moscow Principality, Mongolia, Manchuria, Rome, Egypt and so on... And then until you conquer the world, you play for yourself. Here Snezhana could not collect the necessary money. The strategy is complex. Here gold wells are not lying under your feet, they still need to be conquered. And the main source of income at first is taxes, as well as trade.
  But if you raise taxes, the population will decrease, crime will increase, and money will be stolen from the treasury. And if you do little, there will be a shortage of money. Including for the army, which means the neighbors will attack.
  In general, the strategy here is very complex, and enemies from epidemics, police from crime, architects from the collapse of buildings. And academies, and universities, and schools of scribes, and libraries. And there is still so much entertainment. And at the same time conquests.
  My head is splitting from the mass of downloads. And there is also the public opinion of the city, and the level of prosperity. The higher the level of prosperity, the more taxes you collect. And for the level of prosperity, so many different goods and industries are needed.
  You can't do without a rogue code here. Plus you have to pay resources for progress and moving to the next centuries. This is a complex strategy, Snezhana tried to play, she plays for the Moscow principality of Ivan Kalita. You start with a minimum of resources and five workers. You build houses and attract immigrants. And expand the empire. You can play this strategy for days. How complex it is. And expanding. With different houses and world maps.
  But trade is also a tricky thing. You have to pay for delivery, for opening the way. And the further you go, the harder it is to play and the more expensive the trade is, and the less profit!
  Usually the girl broke down quickly, without having time to develop, and died under the blows of the nomads in the first raid, without being able to create an army.
  Snezhana found the swindler's code and downloaded it for herself... She turned on the minimum speed. Money appeared on the account. And now it's easier, buy food and stamp out workers and houses. Attract immigrants. Everything will be really great!
  Snezhana began to build roads and construct a new Moscow, and then barracks with troops. Archers, spearmen, with an upgrade musketeers. Everything can be done fairly quickly.
  But there are too many different options. It's extremely difficult to keep track of everything.
  Snezhana, however, not only loves to fight, but also to manage and improve the standard of living of people. Here is an example, to improve agriculture. Flax, rye, wheat, barley, peas, pumpkins. To catch fish, to produce meat, and so on.
  To entertain the people with musicians, booths, jugglers, dancers, senet players, and zoos. To do, in short, something that would actually resemble life in a country. Where there should be morgues and dentists. And muskets, and squeakers, cannons, and other things. Where they make pottery from clay, and brew beer. And much, much more!
  And, of course, when the country grows, you make conquests. And Snezhana succeeds in this regard. At first, annexing neighboring cities. The girl is nimble.
  The rogue code is running again. It's only difficult at first, then it gets easier. You just need to be able to manage your troops. However, you can also take advantage of the numbers. You throw them into the assault... And you throw corpses at the enemy. But the wall is blown up and the city is taken.
  Snezhana got carried away with the game and reluctantly stopped when Slavka touched her leg and said:
  - We're almost at the restaurant! Put on your shoes!
  Snezhana tore herself away from strategy reluctantly. She had just built a cathedral, and she wanted to stand out and twitch.
  Yes, you can conquer the whole world, even in a game. Well, okay, what is she dreaming about?
  The billionaire must be caught - that's the main thing!
  Games can wait!
  The Emperor restaurant was striking in its luxury even from the outside. A real palace in the Baroque style. Very lush and brilliant. There is security with pedigree dogs at the entrance. Powerful guys in bulletproof vests and with walkie-talkies are on guard.
  Snezhana looked a bit rumpled, though luxurious. Especially her figure, too athletic for a lady. However, the girl's look is very impudent.
  Slavik was probably already known. The huge guard even made a sarcastic joke about the overly large girl who became a girlfriend of the skinny, teenage-looking Slavik. He responded quite friendly:
  - This is my roof and security!
  After which they climbed the marble stairs. Such a fighting and formidable couple. Especially the girl with sapphire eyes. What a beauty that attracts attention.
  The restaurant has tables made of expensive sandalwood, lots of mirrors. Aquariums with goldfish, beautiful dancing girls, and even fighters without rules. You can sit and have fun with boxing matches, both men and women. Admire the various fish and sea creatures. There was even a cage with a tiger, and a beautiful girl in a bikini dancing with the predator.
  Slavka sat down at a separate table and made the first order. The girls in short skirts, with half-open breasts, luxurious dresses, and high heels served. Naturally very beautiful, although with an excessive amount of makeup.
  A hologram-like menu flashed. The choice, of course, was colossal - your eyes ran wild. However, Snezhana said almost immediately:
  - Elephant trunk with spices, snake sausages, and shark fillet! And also giraffe cutlets! And the most expensive wine, aged for two hundred years!
  Slavka shook his head:
  - Well, you're something! This will empty the electronic card, my father will give me hell!
  Snezhana giggled and replied:
  - And sometimes men will think up entire fortunes for the sake of women! And aren't you a man? - The girl's voice became whiny. - Well, I so dreamed of trying an elephant's trunk, especially after I read "Plutonia".
  Slavka was surprised:
  - What else do you read?
  Snezhana answered honestly:
  - When I was deprived of computer class in a special school for slapping a girl, I read out of boredom. And you know, reading has its own charm!
  Slavka whistled:
  - Were you in a special school?
  Snezhana nodded:
  - Almost a year... I crippled a couple of boys!
  Slavka asked in surprise:
  - And for what?
  Snezhana answered willingly:
  - They laughed that I came to school barefoot! And in general, even the villagers didn't like me. Our family was too poor. I was the only one in the class who didn't have a smartphone or even a trivial cell phone. I walked barefoot until it snowed, and sometimes even in the snow. And in general, damn, even for a village I was too... country!
  Slavka nodded in agreement:
  - Okay! I'll give you everything you ask for!
  Snezhana added:
  - And also kangaroo tongue in banana sauce!
  Slavka knocked out the order with a heavy sigh. Twelve and a half thousand dollars flew off her account. Yes, this Snezhana is an expensive thing.
  The girl picked up the cutlery made of gold leaf and very fine workmanship. A fork in one hand, a knife in the other. The order was brought quickly...
  The elephant's trunk was spiced and smelled delicious. Snake sausages mixed with fruit, stuffed shark fillet, and giraffe meat patties.
  A little later, kangaroo tongues in aspic appeared. There was enough food for a dozen adult men. Especially the long elephant trunk. But Snezhana has no prejudices. She began to eat with all her energy. And even purred with pleasure:
  - Beautiful elephant!
  Truly, the taste of the trunk, soaked in spices, is unique. Snezhana savored it. Slavka sat sullen and thought with fear what this evening would cost him. Yes, the girl is gluttonous.
  Having finished half of the trunk, Snezhana began to eat more slowly, and savoring it, she began to sip from a crystal glass a wine that had been aged for two hundred years and was unusually tasty. It is better not to rush when consuming something like this, and letting it pass through your tongue.
  The girl asked Slavka:
  - Have you read "Plutonia"?
  The young man answered with sadness in his voice:
  - No! I only read the summary on the Internet that it was about a journey into the inner part of the Earth. But I didn't have time to read it!
  Snezhana muttered:
  - I liked the book. True, the ending is bad. But in general, maybe there really is a void in the center of the Earth?
  Slavka answered doubtfully:
  - They would have discovered the void. They know how to do that now!
  Snezhana laughed and put a piece of meat in her mouth. She chewed it and offered:
  - Let's make a film about "Plutonia" and a new world!
  Slavka noted with doubt:
  - A film about the new world needs a big budget!
  Snezhana giggled and noted:
  - What if we use computer graphics?
  Slavka doubted:
  - If everything were that simple, millions of dollars wouldn"t be spent on blockbusters.
  Snezhana ate a giraffe cutlet. She thought it was better than pork, or at least more expensive. Not as greasy, but juicy. The girl licked her lips and suggested:
  - And if you made a film about cannibals... it would be both cheap and cheerful!
  Slavka noted with a smile:
  - In America, why are films about serial killers and maniacs so popular?
  Snezhana nodded in agreement:
  - Why exactly?
  Slavka explained:
  - The budget of such films is very small, but there are certain box office receipts. Cheap and cheerful!
  Snezhana grinned and said in a nasal voice:
  - How about a vampire maniac? With me in the lead role!
  Slavka noted with a smile:
  - There is something in this idea... We can try it! Maybe with such a colorful lady as you there will be considerable collections!
  Snezhana noted:
  - For example, the film "Bashka" was very low-budget, but thanks to Valuev, it collected so much money!
  Slavka broke off some snake sausages. They are expensive, but taste like chicken, except that the spices give them a special flavor. Exotic. Oh, how expensive girls are these days. And the royal ones, they were serfs, they were much cheaper and easier with them!
  Snezhana, seeing that Slavka was silent, began to carefully examine the hall. Where could she find a client who was not in last place in Forbes magazine? So far, the hall was mostly filled with young people. Well, that was understandable. Old people don"t have the time or energy to hang out in restaurants. However, young people can be rich too. But Snezhana wanted an older client. So that he would quickly kick the bucket and leave her a rich widow. Otherwise, it would take too long to suffer with a young man.
  The girl imagined herself making films, for example. Like "Lucifer's Armageddon".
  There are grandiose space battles and huge star worlds. The product of great fantasy. Oh, these star wars. Such tempting episodes in them. But I want to film something of my own. And preferably something more sexual and explicit. And generally become myself... Not exactly the president, but the informal queen of Russia. So that she would have real power, but not be responsible for anything! And do it my own way. For example, to watch erotica 24/7 and on all channels.
  So that morals in general were free, and freedom in everything! And so that the president was ridiculed, and considered a buffoon. And what is it, when the president is like a tsar. There should be no tsar - only she alone should become the queen. And everyone prays to her, and kisses her bare feet. More precisely, not feet, but the traces of her bare soles, and falls down on their faces.
  And she's like a deity, a second Buddha in a bikini! Snezhana imagined it.
  Millions of people from all over the world kneel and bow to her.
  I even felt a sense of superiority.
  But where to find a billionaire who would give her a mountain of gold? People are greedy for money. When her time will come. And she will spread her wings over the world. When will her man come? Not necessarily handsome, but fabulously rich - a billionaire!
  The girl started eating the snake sausages again and savored them with pleasure.
  Yes, we should make something cooler than Avatar. Something with special effects and something beautiful like that.
  Snezhana suddenly noticed two-meter-tall guys entering the restaurant hall. Four at once. And with them a gray-haired old man in dark glasses, and on his right hand a young girl.
  Snezhana even whispered with a tremor in her voice:
  - Just not my wife!
  The girl, however, is dressed too modestly for a billionaire's wife. Most likely, she is a secretary. And the fact that the old man looks to be seventy or seventy-five, Snezhana had no doubt about the billionaire; he has rings with real diamonds the size of walnuts on his fingers. He himself is dressed, of course, in a tailcoat, and a gold chain hangs with a ruby heart.
  This is the man of her dreams!
  She wanted exactly this kind of man for herself: old, rich, and preferably also terminally ill!
  Snezhana smiled, Slavka, noticing the change in her mood, asked:
  - Did you remember something happy?
  The girl responded with delight:
  - Yes! I remembered that I need to make big money!
  Slavka completely agreed with this:
  - Money never hurts!
  Snezhana remarked judiciously:
  - It is impossible to live in this world without money! In them is the sun of May, as the poet said!
  Slavka asked the beauty:
  - So what are you going to do?
  Snezhana whispered to the young man:
  - Pretend we don't know each other! I've seen the prey, and I order you not to interfere!
  The young man immediately guessed:
  - I saw this billionaire!
  Snezhana noted with anger:
  -If you try to interfere, I'll kill you!
  Slavka answered indifferently:
  - It doesn't scare me! I know him! This is Aron Rabinovich, eighty-nine years old, just buried his fifth wife! Do you like him?
  Snezhana readily confirmed:
  - This is just the time!
  Slavka winked and replied:
  - Go ahead and marry him! Then, drive him into a coma with your temperament!
  The girl laughed at this and answered sincerely:
  - I'll definitely drive it!
  And swaying her luxurious hips, Snezhana headed towards the billionaire. She was magnificent. Like a real Mrs. Universe. And at the same time a healthy woman, like a cow.
  The billionaire's bodyguards stood up to her. The girl stopped and squeaked:
  - Pardon me....
  Aron Rabinovich said hoarsely:
  - Let the girl through! Let her sit at my table!
  And he sat down with the secretary. The guards remained standing. One girl was more fragile and miniature on one hand, and the other on the other. But it is unlikely that anyone would consider the healthy and large Snezhana miniature. She is a typical and healthy village woman.
  Aaron asked her:
  - Who are you?
  She inflated her bust and said:
  - I'm Snezhana!
  The billionaire, with a smile that was clearly artificial in origin, with teeth that were quite large, like a horse"s, said:
  - I'm Aaron! And you have a wonderful name! Would you like some wine?
  Snezhana answered proudly:
  - What Napoleon drank!
  Aaron nodded:
  - So be it! By the time I arrive, the best wines are ready! Now you will drink the best!
  Snezhana giggled and noted:
  - The best? That's funny!
  Aaron confirmed, bowing to the beauty:
  - Yes, I have the best of everything!
  Snezhana took it and sang:
  - Everything impossible is possible in our world, although you have to live carefully, like in a shooting gallery!
  Waitresses began to serve new exquisite dishes, including those made from rare animals.
  Snezhana began to eat again, and with her bare feet she began to twist her golden fork. She is a girl who is simply the embodiment of healthy strength.
  Aaron liked it and exclaimed:
  - Well, you are simply beautiful and lovely!
  Snezhana giggled and replied:
  - My colossal potential will always be in demand!
  The girl poured wine that Napoleon Bonaparte loved to drink into a crystal glass studded with diamonds. Snezhana drank it with pleasure, savoring the pleasant liquid.
  Yes, she is now sitting with a real billionaire. The kind you always dream about. Old, rich, God willing, if only he were hopelessly ill!
  Aaron looked at Snezhana and noted:
  - You have such beautiful legs and very nimble toes! You are so sexy and exotic!
  The girl agreed with this:
  - I'm very sexy, especially when I kick my legs! It's in every vein of my body!
  Aaron agreed, looking at the beauty:
  - You are the fullness of wisdom and the crown of beauty!
  Snezhana stuck her bare foot under the billionaire's nose. And he kissed it with pleasure. He kissed the girl's tender skin.
  Snezhana even became languid. The girl giggled and noted:
  - And you're not bad either! An ardent young man!
  And the predator burst out laughing.
  Meanwhile, Slavka, in order not to burn with jealousy, pounded on the iPhone keyboard, churning out another masterpiece.
  Gerda Kronshteyn joined the work on the creation of the Panther-2. A famous and very beautiful warrior with three partners: Charlotte, Christina and Magda. The girls placed the engine and transmission together, across and in front of the tank, thereby preserving both good control of the vehicle and reducing its height to two meters. As a result, the Panther-2 turned out to have the armor of the Tiger-2, only with large slopes of the armor plates, its armament, but weighing only forty-five tons. This allowed the Panther-2 to be launched into serial production in the fall of 1943, before the new power plant was ready.
  In addition, due to the shortage of 88-millimeter 71 EL guns, the Panther-2 was released with a 75-millimeter gun, weighing only 42 tons, with a low silhouette and strong armor. Thus, the Germans had a well-protected tank. The front of the hull was located at an angle of 40 degrees from the horizontal and its upper part of 150 mm was not penetrated by any anti-tank weapon, and the lower part of 120 mm too. The front of the turret of 185 mm was at an angle of 50 degrees and was quite low and narrow, also not penetrated by anything.
  True, the side armor is 82 mm - albeit a bit weak at angles. But the vehicles are quite mobile and well protected, and the turret made a full turn in ten seconds! That is, the girls made a tank that almost suited the military. Maybe add a little more sides, but... Here, in field conditions, you can install 90 mm armor plates. And you definitely can't take the "Panther" from any angle.
  The new tank demonstrated its survivability and effectiveness in battle. Already during the counterattack near Zhitomir, the Fritzes were able to give the Panther-2 a second birth.
  This machine turned out to be effective and relatively mobile. Especially when it was equipped with a 900 horsepower engine. Gerda's tank crew took part in the battles.
  Despite the cold, four German girls fought barefoot and in bikinis.
  Gerda fired an 88mm cannon. It penetrated the Soviet tank's frontal armor from a distance and hissed:
  - Let the cobra be ready to jump!
  Then Charlotte fired. She smashed the T-34. She tore off its turret and chirped:
  - Glory to the Fatherland.
  Then Kristina fired very accurately. She hit a Soviet tank. And chirped:
  - For the annihilation of enemies!
  Then Magda fired with her bare foot. She hit the Soviet car and sang:
  - A barefoot dream! Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And she winked at her partners.
  The four fought very effectively. And in the first battle they destroyed more than thirty Soviet tanks. The warriors are very ardent fighters, who can be considered supermen.
  Gerda pounded the Soviet tanks so hard that she even roared:
  - I am a she-wolf with steel teeth!
  The German counterattack was devastatingly strong. And the new tanks played a role.
  In addition, the Fritzes withdrew more forces from France, so it is clear that there will be no landing in the winter.
  As a result, they managed to recapture Kyiv and even create a couple of cauldrons, cutting off Soviet troops from the Dnieper.
  The situation was further aggravated by the fact that the allies stopped their offensive in Italy, fearing heavy losses, and did not storm Naples. This also allowed the Fritzes to allocate much more significant forces for a counterattack.
  As a result, the Soviet troops suffered a serious defeat, and the Germans gained a foothold on the Dnieper.
  The winter passed relatively calmly. Soviet troops tried to advance near Leningrad, but they were already awaited there. And they were able to repel the offensive.
  In the spring, the allies went on the offensive in Italy. But they were met with a powerful counterattack by the enemy. And were finally driven out of the continent.
  The appearance of the ME-262 in the series seriously changed the balance of power.
  This machine was distinguished by its high speed of over 900 kilometers per hour, powerful weapons, and survivability, as it had strong armor. The relatively large weight reduced the maneuverability of the machine, but its speed allowed it to escape in the event of an approach to the tail, and powerful weapons allowed it to shoot down the enemy in one go.
  By June 1944, there were already more than a thousand of these fighters in service, and they proved themselves to be real beasts. They tormented the US and British air forces in the air, like panthers do gazelles.
  The situation was aggravated by the fact that Stalin, against the backdrop of military labors, fell seriously ill and lost his resolve. The Red Army went on the defensive, which allowed the Germans to transfer more forces to France.
  And the Allies' advance and landing could only be expected in Normandy and Port de Calais. And the clever Rommel, who had received extraordinary powers from Hitler, prepared a treacherous trap for the Allies.
  In addition, the multi-purpose aircraft TA-152, a further evolution of the Focke-Wulf, appeared in the sky. This machine was also better in flight characteristics: faster and more maneuverable than the Focke-Wulf, and at the same time heavily armed and well protected. It literally tormented the allies in the sky.
  The E-10 self-propelled gun also appeared. Here, too, Gerda and her team tried their best. The machine turned out to be only 1.1 meters high, weighing ten tons with a 400-horsepower engine and 82-millimeter thick frontal armor at a very large angle. Such a machine could even deflect an IS-2 shell from the front. And try to hit such a small devil with two crew members.
  The tiny size of the self-propelled gun, its low visibility, high speed, and maneuverability made the vehicle very effective. And at the same time, it was simple and cheap to produce.
  And the crew members were positioned in it lying down.
  In Normandy, the Allies fell into a trap prepared by Rommel. They suffered a crushing defeat. More than a million soldiers and officers were captured alone. A complete knockout.
  After which Churchill resigned. And Roosevelt had a heart attack and fell ill.
  After which the allies, who were increasingly being harassed by the German submarine fleet, concluded a truce with the Fritzes. And Stalin only began a belated offensive in the center in September. But the Fritzes were already expecting this.
  They had large forces deployed.
  And even the bet on the IS-2 did not justify itself: since the Panther-2 became more maneuverable and faster after installing a 900 horsepower engine. And it was equipped with 90-mm screens that reflected any shells from Soviet tanks.
  Of course, the E-10 SPG is also very good. Everything is on point, and it turns quickly. Exposing the most protected frontal part every time. And the sides are 52 mm, plus the rollers. But you can hang a 90 mm screen in field conditions. And then you won't take it so easily.
  And of course, Gerda and her tank crew in the Panther-2 take part in repelling the Red Army"s offensive.
  These are some dashing girls.
  They fight barefoot and in bikinis as always. This is their calling card.
  Here Gerda sent a shell with the help of her bare toes. She destroyed a T-34 from a great distance and sang:
  - I am a great she-wolf!
  What a half-naked shrew!
  Next, Charlotte shoots, a girl who is also barefoot and very cool. She shoots down a Soviet car with a well-aimed shot and squeals:
  - Glory to my militancy!
  This is where Christina enters the fray.
  After which she presses the lever with her bare toes and releases the projectile again. It hits the enemy. It smashed the armor of the Soviet self-propelled gun.
  And then Magda sat down at the sight. The girl is very strong and beautiful. And she also aims the barrel with her bare feet and fires. This time she will destroy the frontal armor of the IS-2.
  And that it is only 100 mm and without tilt at rational angles.
  The girls are raging here. And they don't give Stalin's eagles a break. The attack of the Soviet troops has been thwarted.
  Gerda, having destroyed the SU-85, wittily remarked:
  - Our army is strong, it conquers the world!
  And with his bare feet he presses on the joystick buttons.
  But the Fritzes themselves are advancing, but the Soviet troops are also in a strong defense. The Germans advanced thirty to forty kilometers and stopped. New blows were exchanged. A lot of blood was spilled. In January, the Red Army was advancing in the center, but could not advance.
  In March of 1945, the Fritzes began an offensive from the center to the south, bypassing the forces located beyond the Dnieper.
  And here the Fritzes succeeded somewhat. They collected a lot of equipment, especially tanks of the E series. In particular, the E-50 turned out to be very successful. With a 105-millimeter gun and a barrel length of 100 EL, with a height of less than two meters, and frontal armor of 250 mm and sides of 170 mm, with rational slopes. The tank is a monster, but at the same time, thanks to Gerda's genius, the weight of the machine did not exceed sixty tons, and a gas turbine engine of 1,500 horsepower was installed.
  And during the offensive, it was Gerda"s crew that tested the first of the newest machines.
  Of course, the Panther-2 is still the main tank of the Third Reich, and there are a lot of such machines. And they break through the Soviet defense.
  Gerda is a proud and tough girl, very wild in attack. Also their four are barefoot and in bikinis.
  A beautiful warrior, generally super, but very vile, because she wants to kill Soviet people.
  Gerda fired with her bare toes. She hit an IS-2 tank from a distance, penetrating the Soviet vehicle.
  After which the beauty croaked:
  - For my rage!
  Then Charlotte fired from a great distance. And also using her bare feet. She hit a Soviet T-34. She tore off its turret and squealed:
  - I'm the ugliest of German girls!
  And how this red-haired shrew will just go and stick out her tongue.
  Then Kristina hit with a shell. The girl is quite feisty. And also barefoot. She hit a Soviet self-propelled gun with a shell. She hit the enemy. And sang:
  - I am the most terrible in the world,
  I'll piss all the people like a dash,
  And for those who do not want to live in peace,
  We commit hara-kiri on them!
  Magda, this beauty with golden hair, also hit. She smashed the newest SU-100 car and gurgled, the shrew:
  - We will take on our enemies and grind them into dust!
  And of course this German woman shoots with her bare toes.
  Yes, the four are very aggressive and combative. It's not so easy to stop them.
  The fascists broke through the front and were able to penetrate the rear of the Soviet troops.
  The Red Army abandoned the left-bank Ukraine and Donbass. Then, during the autumn battles, the Red Army was forced to retreat beyond the Don. There, the line of defense was stabilized with great difficulty.
  The most widely produced Soviet mastodon, unlike in real history, was the SU-100.
  This self-propelled gun is quite effective and easy to manufacture. And its gun could at least create some problems for German tanks.
  So the fascists failed to develop their success. The winter of 1945 passed steadily. Then came the spring.
  In May 1946, the Nazis moved on Moscow. This was a desperate attempt to end the war quickly. Meanwhile, Japan was under nuclear attacks from the US Army. Seven atomic bombs had already been dropped, and everyone was convinced of how serious these nuclear weapons were. So Hitler was in a hurry to end the war in the East quickly.
  It is clear that after occupying Japan, the US will take on Germany as well. So on May 15, the decisive offensive on Moscow began.
  And of course the Germans threw Gerda and her crew into the attack. However, the Fritzes were in for an unpleasant surprise.
  So, in addition to the German four, the Soviet four entered the battle.
  Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana sat on the first tank in the history of the USSR, the IS-7, and prepared for battle.
  These girls were barefoot and in bikinis, also very beautiful and sexy!
  And this foursome took on the destruction of German vehicles, even the formidable E-50.
  Natasha fired the first shot, using her bare toes, the girl exclaimed enthusiastically:
  - For the USSR!
  And her shell penetrated a German tank.
  Then Zoya struck. The girl with golden hair, she launched a new projectile with her bare foot. She crushed the fascist mastodon.
  After which the girl shouted:
  - For Stalin!
  And how the beauty laughs, at the top of her lungs.
  Then the well-aimed Augustina took off and fired. She, this red-haired warrior, is like a shot at the enemy. She will tear off the turret of the "Panther"-2 and coo:
  - Glory to Russia!
  And he will stick out his tongue.
  But with the help of bare toes, as Svetlana will slap. The girl is very cool and beautiful. She broke the armor of E-50 and cooed:
  - For my achievements and the USSR!
  The girls are obviously very cool and have a great sense of humor. They are beating these fascists very energetically. So it is clear that the enemies will not be able to resist the IS-7.
  Natasha fired at the enemy with her bare toes. She smashed the torn fragments of the Fritz into splinters and squeaked:
  - For Great Russia!
  Zoya is also a very smart girl. She took it and hit the enemy very accurately. She shattered the E-50 turret and chirped:
  - For Soviet Russia!
  And she did this, of course, with her bare toes.
  Then Augustine fired, she hit the fascists. And then with her bare foot she sent another, deadly shell.
  After which she chirped:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Then Svetlana fought. She was a warm-hearted and beautiful girl. She aimed the gun with her bare toes. She fired and smashed the fascist to pieces, and sang:
  - And the first thawed patch, in my dream, I see Stalin, and my native Rus' is littered with corpses!
  The girls here fought with great tenacity. And they acted extremely aggressively.
  Natasha fired at the fascists with her bare toes and said:
  - For the Greatness of Communism!
  Zoya also hit the enemy, smashed the Fritz using her bare feet and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - For the Great Stalin!
  Augustina fired at the enemy, penetrating the E-series tank. She also used her bare toes, exclaiming:
  - For Greatest Rus'!
  Svetlana, continuing to fire, noted that he pressed the trigger with his bare heel, which worked automatically:
  - For the victories of the USSR!
  The girls fought very stubbornly at the forefront of the enemy's attack. The Germans were also pretty exhausted by this point. In short, their attack on Moscow was stifled.
  They lost many hundreds of thousands of soldiers and tanks. However, the Red Army was also exhausted. Both sides were exhausted to the limit. And in late autumn 1946, peace negotiations began.
  The US proposed an option: everyone keeps what they managed to seize.
  Hitler, fearing the nuclear bomb and under pressure from his tired entourage, agreed. Stalin, tired of the war, also expressed a desire to compromise in this way.
  Both countries were exhausted and tired... But Stalin still managed to bargain for himself several dozen kilometers in the center, where the Germans had formed dangerous wedges. But the Fritzes retained their gains in the south along the Don River, and in the north along Leningrad.
  An exchange took place. Russia broke through a corridor to Leningrad, in exchange for some territories in Karelia for the Finns.
  That was the decision, both sides. In addition, Hitler was forced to repeal anti-Semitic laws and grant the occupied territories limited self-government. And in exchange, economic ties were restored. But contradictions continued to accumulate within the Third Reich.
  After Hitler died in November 1956, a power struggle broke out in the Third Reich and civil war broke out. Under Khrushchev, the USSR regained its previously lost lands and restored its former borders, and the fascist empire fell apart.
  So, in general, that's how the history of AI ended. As you can see, fascism did not take root in the world, and the USSR even existed longer than in real history. Nikita Khrushchev was in power longer, as he became a national hero, having returned the lands previously lost by Stalin. And he managed to carry out reforms, establishing the post of popularly elected president of the USSR. And after Nikita, it was not Brezhnev who succeeded, but Shelepin, and things went much better in the USSR than in real history. And it became a mighty and powerful superpower. And China remained capitalist and disintegrated under pro-American control. The northern parts of the Celestial Empire became part of the USSR, and much changed.
  But this already requires a separate story...
  Slavka whipped this up on his iPhone, and the girl and the billionaire continued their conversation. It was obvious that the old man liked the village simpleton.
  Snezhana put her bare feet on the table and ate with their help without unnecessary prejudices.
  Aaron asked her:
  - Do you always have such an appetite?
  Snezhana even sang in response, borrowing from Vysotsky:
  - And in the buffet closed to others,
  The cook reassured me: don"t be shy...
  You have such a wonderful appetite -
  You'll swallow all his horses at once!
  Aaron supported the girl's playful tone and cooed:
  Just sit down before the long journey,
  And take a backpack with food...
  I see your boy is a genius,
  But he's not a fool to eat!
  Snezhana, singing along and playing with her veins like steel wire, said:
  - You have muscles of steel,
  Strong back muscles...
  Oh, carved, painted,
  Wooden elephants!
  After which Aaron kissed the girl's bare, round heel again. She cooed with delight.
  And an idyll arose.
  Snezhana noted with a smile:
  - I would like to act in a movie!
  Aaron, with a smile of teeth made of ivory, asked:
  - And in which one specifically? What role would attract you?
  Snezhana suggested:
  - Well, let's say I'm a girl from the twenty-first century, I ended up in the time of Spartacus, and helped the rebellious slaves defeat the Romans!
  Aaron winked at the girl and replied with delight:
  - What? The plot is really great! I like it - it can bring in colossal profits!
  Snezhana winked and noted:
  - You are a great sponsor!
  Aaron smirked and replied to this:
  - I care first and foremost about making a profit. A film about Spartacus would be expensive if the crowd were real people. But in this case there will be computer graphics and only a few actors.
  The girl nodded and noted:
  - And Spartak will be a blonde and a bodybuilder!
  Aaron shook her head:
  - No! Since you are a blonde yourself, the second main character should have black hair for contrast!
  Snezhana laughed and then suggested:
  - What if Spartacus is a boy?
  Aaron laughed and remarked:
  - It's funny... But it's not natural! It turns out that the slaves obeyed the child?
  The girl remarked quite rationally:
  - And this can be designed as a parody of Spartacus! And it will be quite funny!
  Aaron grinned and slammed his golden fork down on the table.
  - Do you think so?
  Snezhana nodded vigorously:
  - Yes! Plus saving on the main character's fee! The boy will get by with little!
  Aaron shook his head:
  - I actually wanted you and Spartacus to have bed scenes!
  Snezhana answered with a laugh:
  - I wouldn't mind hugging a good man! But then the film would be banned for children. So it would be better to make a film without sex, but funnier!
  Aaron nodded in agreement and patted the girl on the shoulder. Demonstrating that, despite his age, he had not lost his mobility:
  - Yes, that's right! I somehow didn't think about it! Let's make a comedy! And in the meantime, maybe you'll sing!
  Snezhana answered with a sly smile:
  - I will sing, but only if you give me a diamond ring in return!
  The billionaire chuckled and noted:
  - And you are a business girl!
  Snezhana nodded in agreement:
  - Life teaches us to be as pragmatic as possible!
  
  YOUNG PRINCE IS FORCED TO BECOME A HUSBAND
  The boy prince Oleg was riding in a gilded carriage. Despite the clear, sunny day, the boy Oleg was very sad. He was married to an old, ugly queen with a very bad temper. Otherwise, the cruel tyrant grandmother threatened to conquer their relatively small kingdom. And how is this for a boy, almost a child... Horrible!
  And even the magnificent summer nature did not please at all. A girl suddenly appeared on the path. Very beautiful, with golden hair, but in sackcloth revealing bare, dusty legs above the knees. But even in rags she was beautiful, with an angelic face, and on her head an artfully woven wreath of flowers. The prince politely asked the valet:
  - Stop the carriage, please. I want to drink, and let this girl get some clean water from the stream.
  The valet doubted:
  - We have excellent wine, Prince... And isn't this ragamuffin in rags disgusting?
  The boy Oleg objected, shaking his head:
  - No! She is wonderful and let her bring me the cup!
  The girl bowed, took the golden cup from the prince's hands, and flashing her dusty, round heels, she ran to the stream.
  The valet shook his head doubtfully:
  - She will take away a valuable thing. Can you trust barefoot ragamuffins?
  The prince replied indifferently:
  - Let her at least have some memory of me!
  The old servant wanted to add something else, but a girl appeared. She walked quickly but gracefully, without spilling a drop from the cup filled to the brim.
  The prince jumped out of the carriage. In high heels, fashionable morocco boots, the boy turned out to be the same height as the barefoot girl. He took the cup from her beautiful, tanned, but calloused palms.
  The water seemed cold, even made his teeth ache. The prince took two sips, then poured the liquid out of the cup. He turned his face to the girl and whispered:
  - It's so cold, warm my lips with a kiss!
  Prince Oleg was still a beardless boy with a pretty face. He already had experience kissing ladies-in-waiting, but never before had he met such juicy and sweet lips. The drunk boy put his hand on the girl's shoulder and declared:
  - That's it! I'm taking you as my wife! And no more talking!
  The valet tried to object:
  - You are engaged to Queen Catherine. She will be very angry if the prince does not come!
  The boy shook his head decisively:
  - I renounce the throne, honors, privileges and wealth! I will be a simple peasant like her, and will walk behind a plough!
  The prince decisively threw off his morocco boots with diamond spurs, his expensive waistcoat and cocked hat. And barefoot in just a shirt, the boy set off with the girl into the depths of the forest.
  It's nice to walk on the soft grass, like this, without tight shoes, throwing away all conventions. You feel free. The boy even took off his shirt, and the wind blew on his bare torso.
  The girl suggested going for a swim... They plunged into the water and frolicked...
  Then they went to the village... The girl turned out to be an orphan, and the prince really had to stand behind the plow.
  The romance of the first hours gave way to a work routine. Which the boy, unaccustomed to work, did not like at all. Reality turned out to be not so romantic. And the prince was already thinking about running away from the harvest.
  But the guards appeared. They searched for the runaway boy Oleg and surrounded the village.
  So they were caught and tied together with the girl to horses' tails with lassos.
  And, urging them on with whips, they drove them into the queen's domain. And there, on the rack, the prince and his girl were brutally tortured. After the torture, already on the scaffold, the exhausted teenagers kissed. Childhood was over...
  The priest crossed them indifferently. The boy and the girl bowed their heads to the chopping block.
  Their bare feet, covered with blisters from burns, stuck out very touchingly. The prince and the girl crossed themselves with great difficulty. Their arms were twisted on the rack, and they hurt terribly. The tendons ached violently. The boy was lifted up and the rope was suddenly lowered down. And the bones were torn out of the collarbones. The whole back of the boy and the girl was lacerated. They were cruelly flogged first with a whip, then with a wire heated in the fireplace.
  They weren't even asked any questions - torture was a kind of punishment.
  And now the unfortunate teenagers looked at death - as if at deliverance from torment. The burnt skin was very sore, and not a single drop of blood or vein remained untouched by pain. Even taking a few steps to the scaffold on legs burnt on the fire was akin to a feat.
  The executioner was huge and broad-shouldered. His arms were as thick as the thighs of a well-fed man. It really takes strength to cut off a head with one blow. And princes are usually humanely beheaded on the chopping block. And so the khat raised an axe with a huge blade over his head and paused for a second, taking aim to behead the august personage.
  The unfortunate boy was kneeling, covered in bruises, abrasions, burns - a poor child of fourteen years of age. But even in this form he still retained a certain sacrificial attractiveness. And his angelic face remained untouched by the hot iron or the prickly whip.
  A creaky, nasty old voice rang out:
  - Poor child... Do you want to live?
  Prince Oleg sighed heavily. His young body was so sore that he wanted nothing more than to get hit and pass away. How much can one suffer? Not everyone will understand what it means to feel hot iron touching tender skin. Or when a whip shakes your whole body or a machine twists your joints on a special machine.
  The prince groaned vaguely:
  - Not really!
  The creaky voice continued with exaggerated affection:
  - My dear child... I am very sorry that I had to disfigure you... But the scars will heal... Become my husband, and I will give you life and even seat you on the throne next to me!
  The prince wanted to shake his head, but the girl cooed:
  - You must live, I don"t want my love to die!
  The boy sighed heavily and asked:
  - Will they spare my girlfriend?
  There was a heavy pause. The crowd was sympathetic to the beautiful, exhausted teenagers. Cries rang out:
  - Spare them! Let there be life!
  - Let the children live!
  The old queen hesitated. She was in the shadows, and her face was hidden under a black veil. According to rumors, she still looked good for her age. Her figure, at least, was slender, and despite her ninety years of age, straight. Although, of course, a fourteen-year-old boy would find it disgusting even to think of such a wife.
  After a short pause, the queen said:
  - I will give life to this commoner. But on the condition that she must leave the kingdom!
  The girl found the strength to rise from her knees, and even without wincing, straighten her figure, which was battered by whips and chains:
  - I don"t want to buy my life at such a price!
  The Queen burst out laughing and remarked:
  - You have not yet suffered irreparable damage to your health. Sorcerers will brew a potion that would heal all your scars. With such beauty, you would find another, noble husband... But you are a fool! And therefore let the executioner execute you, but first cut off your arms and legs!
  The prince roared desperately:
  - No! I will never be your husband... Let them quarter me along with her!
  The Queen suddenly changed her voice. It became less creaky and more ringing and perky:
  - Stupid boy... Why do you need this poor country bumpkin? You will rule a huge empire with me. Many millions of people will obey you in the largest country on the planet. You will have everything - absolutely everything you want!
  The prince blurted out his secret:
  - And share a bed with an old woman!
  The queen's voice became even louder, and she answered, laughing:
  - With an old woman? Have you even seen me?
  The queen came out of the shadows. She was wearing a black, modest dress, the only decoration of which was a chain of large diamonds. And she decisively threw off her veil. The crowd gasped in surprise.
  Before them appeared the face of a woman no older than thirty, with a strong chin and a handsome, masculine face. Jet-black hair, no sign of gray, a girlish figure... But she doesn't look like an old woman. Rather, she is a young witch, with an expressive face, with flawless, regular features, but evil eyes. This is a woman who is born to command. And is capable of moving mountains with just one word!
  The prince, not expecting this, was confused. And where did the rumors about the ugly queen, who had ruled for seventy years, come from?
  The boy became embarrassed and blushed... And the queen smiled with her pearly teeth and said ingratiatingly:
  - Become my husband and you will be able to live, unlike mere mortals, for many centuries!
  The prince hesitated. He, a teenager, really wanted to live. Death really didn't seem so tempting anymore. Especially since all the scars and ulcers would heal. And she would become beautiful and strong again. And she would have to share her bed with a pretty, albeit older, but experienced in love woman.
  So what to do? But he cannot betray his barefoot peasant. The prince declared decisively:
  - Spare Alyonushka, and I will be your husband! Otherwise, why would I need such a life!
  The black-haired witch hesitated. She was overcome by animal lust, the half-naked beaten boy seemed very tempting. And his fortitude under torture only added to his attractiveness. But jealousy... She would not tolerate a rival.
  The Queen said harshly:
  - Either a painful death or exile! There is no third option!
  The girl winced from the pain in her burnt heels. And with a smile she said:
  - For the sake of my beloved living and being happy, I agree to leave the kingdom!
  The Queen smiled, revealing perfectly white, but overly large teeth. She cooed with affection in her voice:
  - Well then... Anoint these children with an elixir that heals wounds, and separate them so that they never see each other again! And then rub the prince with incense, and send him to my bed!
  The boy turned to his future wife:
  - Can we kiss goodbye?
  The Queen replied harshly:
  - No more than a minute, and this will be your last kiss!
  The young man and the girl merged their lips. And drank each other's intoxicating aroma. How wonderful it is to kiss a person you love dearly.
  The Queen winced, making her beautiful, strong-willed face almost ugly. And she said harshly:
  - The minute is up! Separate them!
  Four powerful executioner's assistants tore the two teenage lovers apart with difficulty. Alas, the prince and the beggar were separated forever.
  Or at least that's what the despotic queen wanted. The prince was called back to the palace. There he was carefully washed and anointed with a healing elixir.
  The ulcers and wounds began to tighten and heal right before our eyes. They dried up in a few minutes. And after a couple of hours, only barely noticeable scars remained. After which the boy was treated again, this time with a different potion, and after a while, even the slightest marks disappeared.
  The girl was also restored, after torture. They kissed for the last time, and parted, waving their palms to each other.
  Then the prince was washed and anointed once more. The naked boy was covered, like a young concubine, with a transparent veil, and escorted by athletically built girls to the queen's luxuriously furnished bedroom.
  The ruler was almost naked, only thin panties covered her luxurious hips. She has an athletic, toned figure, developed, elastic breasts, a thin waist, and strong luxurious hips. An attractive woman, mature, but without signs of fading. Strong and feminine at the same time.
  The prince, however, felt nothing but hatred for the cruel ruler. She had not only destroyed his love, but also humiliated him in front of everyone. And the boy felt like a young concubine who had been brought to a hated despot. Or a male slave.
  It must be said that, among other things, the queen was indeed a cruel tyrant: she waged constant wars, carried out cruel executions, and torture was used systematically, even against children. Despotic rule: true, with a constant expansion of the empire!
  The prince sighed heavily as his veil was torn from him, and he blushed under the predatory gaze of the ruler of half the world.
  
  
  MILITARY ACTIONS OF THE HIGH-TIME STORY BUILDER
  This battle turned out to be glorious during the turning point of the First World War. The girls-rangers and the boy-general destroyed over 170 thousand infantrymen and cavalrymen, over one thousand two hundred guns and many machine guns of the enemy, over four hundred airplanes. Enormous damage was inflicted on the best units of Austria-Hungary and Germany. The turning point breakthrough that decided the outcome of the military campaign of 1915 and, as it soon turned out, the entire tsarist, Russian empire was disrupted. The most vulnerable spot in the construction of the Russian military structure was reliably covered, and the wedging was destroyed.
  All this significantly changed the balance of forces on the fronts. Although at first glance the loss in comparison with the total number of German and Austrian troops is not very significant. But it happened exactly at the place where the collapse of the entire defense of the tsarist army would collapse. After all, even after Germany and Austria-Hungary concentrated half of their forces against Russia, Nicholas II still had a significant numerical advantage in infantry and cavalry, with a close ratio of artillery and machine guns.
  And aviation did not play a significant role yet. In any case, the tsarist army could hold its positions. Moreover, the main thorn Przemysl had already been taken and the hands of the tsarist army were untied.
  The Germans and Austrians were shocked by the use of such a powerful weapon as a tank. There was a significant drop in morale in their ranks. And various rumors reduced the fighting ability of the Austrian troops in particular.
  In mid-May, the tsarist army began a new offensive in the Carpathians. Russian troops were inspired by rumors of divine help, while the Germans and Austrians, on the contrary, were in a state of panic. The blow of the Russian army, which had received significant reinforcements, was effective this time.
  The Austrian troops, consisting of Slavs, surrendered en masse, fled, or even opened fire on the German units. And the German units themselves in the southern sector were noticeably inferior in numbers to the Russian army. And without Austrian support, they were constantly surrounded and forced to fight in unfavorable conditions.
  The defense of the disorganized and demoralized Austrians was broken through, the Russian troops finally drove the Austrians from the passes and practically immediately captured Krakow. Along with this, many captured not only Austrian, but also German prisoners were also captured.
  Russian troops were able to descend from the Carpathians and enter the territory of Hungary. The situation in the south was catastrophic. The Austrian army was literally falling apart before our eyes, and the German troops were too inferior to Russia in numbers to put up any significant resistance.
  In order to save the situation, the Germans were forced to abandon the planned offensive from East Prussia between the Bug and Vistula, as well as to cut off the Warsaw salient.
  However, in order to tie down reserves, the Prussians tried to advance in the direction of Courland, without concentrating large forces.
  This offensive was unsuccessful and only resulted in significant German losses.
  But the Germans urgently transferred significant forces to the south, desperately trying to cover the gaps there.
  The supply crisis of the Russian troops was partially compensated by the large quantity of captured trophies and ammunition, which made it possible to maintain the combat capability of the tsarist army units.
  At the end of June, Russian troops, taking advantage of the weakening of German positions in the center, began an offensive in the direction of Poznan. The main German forces were located in the most well-fortified eastern Prussia, and in the center a relatively weak and thin line of German units was formed. In addition, the situation for the Germans was aggravated by the beginning of large offensive operations on the Western Front, where the Fritzes had to hold their positions. And it was not possible to remove additional units for the east.
  The breakthrough in the center created a threat, Russian troops rushed to Berlin. The Germans had to urgently withdraw their forces from East Prussia, again rushing in the south in the center.
  Russian troops under the energetic command of Brusilov were able to encircle Budapest. The attempt of the German troops to counterattack was unsuccessful. The most talented of the tsarist generals managed to force the Prussians to fight, forcing them to fight on conditions that were not favorable to them. Introducing troops into the battle in parts.
  As a result, the Germans were unable to organize dangerous counterattacks and fought in unfavorable conditions for themselves. And the lack of ammunition was compensated by trophies.
  Having desperately counterattacked and noticeably weakened the western group, the Germans were still able to stabilize the situation in the center. And even recapture some captured German cities. However, the tsarist army held Poznan. In addition, Russian troops were able to break through to East Prussia, winning a number of victories there.
  Having committed large forces, the Germans began a counteroffensive in the south to unblock Budapest. Part of the German forces, however, were distracted by the Italian, Bulgarian and Serbian fronts.
  The Bulgarians rationally decided that the Entente was stronger, and therefore there was no point in entering the war on the side of the Central Powers. In addition, Russian diplomats promised to return the Turkish lands previously lost by Bulgaria.
  The joint offensive of the Bulgarians and Serbs proved so dangerous that the Germans were forced to transfer four corps to the south.
  Because of this, the counterattack to unblock Budapest lost in strength. During extremely fierce battles, the Germans advanced twenty to twenty-five kilometers at the cost of colossal losses and ran out of steam. In September, the Russian units received additional reinforcements and launched a counteroffensive. The situation for Germany was aggravated by Romania's entry into the war, which allowed them, together with the Russians, to begin a successful offensive on Bukovina. And on September 25, the French and English began a major offensive in the West.
  By the beginning of September, the Entente had prepared a new, very large-scale offensive, the goal of which was to liberate the north of France.
  Fortunately, thanks to the successes of the Russian troops, the German troops were weakened. So now, unlike the May breakthrough, there was a serious chance of success.
  The offensive began on September 25 and took place simultaneously in two areas located 120 km apart - 35 km of the front in Champagne (east of Reims) and 20 km of the front in Artois near Arras. This is where the legendary "Third Battle of Artois" began. In case of success, the troops advancing from both sides were supposed to close 80-100 km away on the border of France (near Mons), which would lead to the liberation of Picardy. Compared to the spring offensive in Artois, the scale was increased: 67 infantry and cavalry divisions and up to 2,600 guns were involved in the offensive; over 5 million shells were fired during the operation. The Anglo-French troops used a new tactic of attacking in several "waves".
  The weakened German units could not withstand the breakthrough, and their front was breached within a few days.
  This caused real panic in the German General Staff. Attempts to unblock Budapest were stopped. On the eastern section of the front, the Germans finally went over to strategic defense.
  Brusilov meanwhile launched a surprise offensive in the southern direction to join up with the Serbs and Bulgarians.
  The allied forces succeeded as they did, and planned to close in at Mons. And create a cauldron in Picardy. And this is undoubtedly a major success.
  The Germans, however, brought into the battle part of the forces transferred from the east, and newly formed reserves, thereby halting the further advance of the allies.
  But Germany has finally lost the initiative, and Russian troops have reached the borders of Serbia, thus creating a new cauldron. And making Austria's position critical.
  In Germany, the split in the elite deepened. The threat of defeat in the war became more and more obvious. Russian troops, despite the autumn rains, or perhaps because of them, inflicted another crushing defeat on the Germans and cut off East Prussia from the rest of Germany.
  And in December Budapest fell, thereby freeing up significant forces of the tsarist army for further offensive operations.
  The Turkish troops also suffered defeats, losing Erzurum and Tanrog. This created a critical situation for this ally of Germany.
  The beginning of the next year was marked for the Germans by the fall of Königsberg and a new Russian offensive towards the Oder.
  And in March, Brusilov's offensive began in the direction of Vienna. The Germans still fluttered for some time. But in May, Vienna fell, and the Russian army reached the Oder.
  Allied troops reached Brussels and surrounded the capital of Belgium.
  On May 25, the Kaiser of Germany declared capitulation. Further war became meaningless for the Germans. Especially since the USA entered the war in April. Thus dooming the Second Reich to total collapse.
  And why should the Germans resist after this? After all, the situation is, one might say, totally hopeless.
  A week later, Turkey capitulated. Moreover, Russian troops had already stormed Istanbul and occupied almost all of Asia Minor.
  This is how the First World War ended. Russia, France, Britain and Italy were able to expand their territories. Bulgaria and Serbia also expanded. The latter also received a large part of Bosnia and Herzegovina. Bulgaria returned the lands previously conquered by Turkey. In addition, the Serbs also returned to the Bulgarians the piece that they took during the Balkan War of 1913. Serbia could do this so significantly expanded its territory for the Austrians.
  The Ottoman Empire disappeared from the political map of the world. It was divided between Russia, France and Britain. The Russian Tsar also received Galicia, Bukovina, the Krakow region, Slovenia, part of Hungary and the Czech Republic.
  In addition, Russia received Poznan, Klaipeda with the region, part of East Prussia and Danzig.
  From the Ottoman Empire, the Russians got Constantinople, Asia Minor and the Bosphorus and Dardanelles straits. France got Syria, England got Iraq and Palestine.
  The Middle East was also divided into spheres of influence. Thus, the tsarist empire of Nicholas II expanded its borders. The personal authority of the tsar, who in real history turned out to be a loser, also grew. And as a result of neither the February nor, especially, the October revolution.
  So the military quartet managed to change the balance of power, and thus prevent many unpleasant consequences of the revolution. But their ritual mission did not end there. After all, the history of the tsarist empire continued.
  At first, the Russian army took part in the war in Afghanistan. England invaded from the south, and the tsarist troops from the north. In the field battles, the Russian units gained the upper hand. They occupied Kabul, Herat and the north and center of Afghanistan. England got Kandahar and the south of the country. Thus, the Islamic country was divided.
  For some time, there was a guerrilla jihad, but in the end, the matter ended with the defeat of the Islamists and the strengthening of Russia's influence on the southern borders.
  The time has come for the final division of independent territories in the world. In particular, the Middle East. The reason for the introduction of English, Russian and French troops was the Wahhabi uprising and pogroms of Christian villages.
  The campaign to conquer the Arab lands proper began. It lasted for a couple of years until it ended with the final inclusion of the Saudi Peninsula into the empire. Although the lines turned out to be quite controversial. But Tsarist Russia expanded its borders again.
  A little later, in 1926, a rebellion broke out in Iran. The last independent Islamic state tried to expel foreigners from its territory.
  Russia and Britain divided Iran, thereby establishing a common border. Thus, temporary stability was created in the Russian expanses.
  After the conclusion of a victorious peace: Russia acquired a number of industrial regions of Poland, Galicia, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, and the Ottoman lands, expanding its potential. For twelve years, the world experienced industrial growth. Moreover, the most rapid in the empire of Nicholas II. On average, the economy grew by 9.8 percent annually. Tsarist Russia came in second place in the world after the United States, overtaking Germany, Britain, and approximately equal France.
  The average wage in Tsarist Russia reached 50 rubles, with a bottle of vodka costing 25 kopecks. And for four rubles you could buy a cow. For 185 rubles you could buy, on credit, a pretty good car. The maximum working day was reduced to 10.5 hours. A new holiday appeared on May 25. On all pre-holiday days, and before the weekend, the maximum working day could not exceed 9 hours.
  Education and medicine became more and more accessible. Although doctors' services remained paid, they were subsidized, and many doctors, especially zemstvo doctors, worked for free. Much more was done. In particular, stipends were introduced for the most capable peasant children at institutes and they were exempted from tuition fees. Kindergartens appeared, and mortality among the younger generation decreased.
  The birth rate in the tsarist empire remained high, but mortality, primarily from colds, decreased. Pharmacology developed. The natural population growth increased from an average of 1.7 percent in the pre-war years to 2.8 percent.
  The assimilation of the outskirts continued. Nicholas II even decided on an unprecedented step: he allowed Russian princes to have another foreign wife in a civil marriage. In order to tie the new Islamic outskirts more closely to the ancient Russian princely families.
  The army's numbers grew significantly. In total, Tsarist Russia now had a thousand regiments and three million soldiers on a permanent basis. This is the largest land army in the world. At the same time, a large navy was being built.
  By 1929, Tsarist Russia already had 14 percent of the world's economic potential and continued to develop confidently.
  The State Duma, after its dissolution at the beginning of the war, was never assembled. Elections were cancelled, and the right to issue laws was given to the Tsar-father personally.
  Overall, Tsarist Russia remained a powerful, authoritarian power.
  But then the crisis of 1929 broke out, turning into a worldwide Great Depression. The recession hit all countries. America and Germany suffered the most.
  But in Tsarist Russia the consequences of the crisis were weaker. Firstly, agriculture still played a very large role. Secondly, the economy in the Tsarist authoritarian empire was more centralized and controlled. This led to the fact that many crisis phenomena could be suppressed by Tsarist decrees. And the country was huge, with a population of three hundred million on one continent.
  And this somewhat softened the manifestations of the collapse and capitalist squabbles. And a significant part of the economy worked for itself.
  Nevertheless, a crisis arose in Russia as well. Anti-monarchist sentiments grew stronger.
  By this time, Lenin had already retired from active revolutionary activity. He met Wales and began writing science fiction together with him. He earned a good income from this and made a name for himself.
  So Lenino had enough money, recognition and fame. He was great at writing all sorts of fairy tales, from space operas to frankly naive and childish ones. Moreover, Vladimir Ilyich was distinguished by his enormous fertility. And, of course, having avoided Kaplan's injury, this intelligent little man with a bald spot lived much longer.
  Trotsky got a job in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and managed to rise to the rank of Privy Councilor.
  But Stalin, on the contrary, became more radical and returned to the tactics of individual terror previously rejected by the Bolsheviks. And so one of Koba's ideas was the idea of eliminating the monarch.
  Moreover, the heir to the throne is seriously ill and is unlikely to be able to be a full-fledged king.
  In December 1931, war broke out between Russia and Japan. The reason was the samurai invasion of China and the creation of the Manchu Empire. In addition, Nicholas II really wanted to take revenge for his previous defeat in the Russo-Japanese War.
  The fighting began with the Russian troops' offensive on land. And the hero of the First World War, Kolchak, was appointed to command the Pacific squadron.
  Japan had a slight advantage in the number of ships. But the Russian squadron acted quite skillfully and energetically. After several skirmishes, the balance of forces became closer to equality. And a large squadron was sent to help the Baltic. And the Black Sea Fleet was not asleep either.
  The US and Britain were too bogged down in their own internal problems to provide much help to the Japanese. After several brutal land battles, the Russian army drove the samurai out of Manchuria and blockaded Port Arthur.
  In land battles, the Russian, tsarist army's advantage in tanks and aviation was evident.
  Even the world's first combat helicopters, developed by the brilliant Sikorsky and other designers, took part in the battles.
  And the combat effectiveness of the infantry increased; many officers received excellent training and went through a tough school on the fronts of the world war.
  In any case, it was already a different, Russian army. In May, under Denikin's command, the storming of Port Arthur began. For the first time in world history, hundreds of Russian tanks were used in mass.
  And it was precisely at the height of the assault that mournful news arrived from Petrograd. The Tsar-father Nicholas II had been killed. Thus, Stalin, together with Sannikov, had committed a terrible crime.
  Alexei II became the new monarch. But the sickly heir did not rule for long. True, he managed to be crowned and died in January 1932 without leaving any male offspring.
  Kirill Romanov was declared the new tsar, since his elder brother Mikhail had lost all legitimacy due to his unequal marriage.
  But Kirill also corrected this, dying shortly after six months, handing over his throne to his son Vladimir. The new heir was still a minor and the regency council received real power.
  But this did not affect the course of the war with Japan. Port Arthur was taken. The samurai fleet suffered colossal damage from air strikes. Russian tanks have no equal, and there is nothing to counter them with.
  In July, the Japanese were finally driven out of Korea, and the port of Pusan was taken in one assault.
  Thus, the Land of the Rising Sun lost its land possessions in northern China. And in August, the Baltic squadron arrived, finally securing Russia's advantage at sea.
  After two major naval battles, Japan lost most of its ships and sued for peace.
  Sick Alexei gave his consent... The Russians got back Port Arthur, South Sakhalin, took the Kuril Islands, and installed their government in Korea. Manchuria and Mongolia finally entered the sphere of Russian influence.
  In 1933, Russia incorporated Manchuria and Mongolia into its territory as provinces. And in 1935, Korea also became part of the tsarist empire. Thus, Yellow Russia was formed. Something that had been dreamed of since the end of the nineteenth century.
  Vladimir the Third is full of ambitious ambitions. And Hitler has come to power in Germany. Who also dreams of revenge. By this time Britain has weakened, but its colonies are excessively large. And it wouldn't hurt to profit. Especially since relations between Russia and England are extremely tense. And France is no longer an ally.
  The catalyst for the confrontation was the war in Spain. Italy, Russia, and Germany sided with Franco, while Britain and France sided with the left coalition.
  Thus, the participants fought not openly, but as volunteers, the war dragged on until 1939. In addition, the Fuhrer managed to carry out the Anschluss and return the lands populated by Germans. In particular, the Sudetenland. And the Czech Republic itself became a Russian province.
  Italy, Germany and Russia formed their own coalition. Mussolini's regime conquered Ethiopia and dreamed of new conquests.
  And so in May 1940 the Second World War broke out: France, Britain, Belgium, Holland on one side, and Russia, Germany, Italy on the other.
  Spain, exhausted by the civil war, remained neutral for now. But Japan, despite long-standing historical grievances, went and attacked England.
  This turned out to be a serious help for Russia. There, as in the Far East, the positions are protected, and in the West, things have even gone unexpectedly well.
  The Russian army conducted its main offensive in India, Pakistan, southern Iran and Africa.
  The Germans, unexpectedly, thanks to Meinstein"s brilliant plan, managed to defeat France, Belgium and Holland in a month and a half.
  This turned out to be a major success. And unexpected, too. Including for Tsarist Russia.
  But the landing attempt in August ended in failure. The Germans lost about fifty soldiers killed and about ten thousand prisoners. But they failed to capture Britain right away.
  But the Russian army occupied India, southern Iran and Pakistan without much resistance. After that, it moved to Indochina, where the Japanese had already landed their troops.
  And in winter the Russian Army together with the Italians occupied Egypt and moved across Africa. The war went easily and simply. The colonial troops of the British Empire could not oppose anything to the Russian army. They could not do anything and, by and large, they did not want to. So the local natives would be a bummer to die for someone else's interests.
  Germany was not asleep either. The Fritzes stormed Gibraltar and entered Morocco. The fighting there was of medium intensity. There was no one to resist.
  And Roosevelt was extremely passive. He was very afraid of a new war, especially with such a powerful coalition. In general, England had nothing to hold onto its colonies with. If anything resisted the advance, it was the African jungle, the desert sand and the extended communications.
  In April 1941, Russian and Japanese troops landed in Australia.
  Britain continued to resist until a new, this time much more successful, landing took place on the territory of England itself on June 25, 1941.
  Two weeks of hard fighting. London has fallen and the war is almost over. But... Churchill flees to Canada and declares the war to continue.
  Japan attacks America in Peru Harbor in December 1941. A new phase of World War II begins.
  The Tsarist Empire remembers Alaska, which the Americans fraudulently acquired for pennies, and on December 12 joins the war declared by Japan on the United States. On December 15, both Germany and Italy declared war on the United States. And on December 17, the puppet regime of King Dua in England also formally began military action against Canada and America.
  Thus, a large coalition was against the USA and Canada. On December 22, Spain also declared war on America. Only Brazil risked to come out on the side of the USA on December 25. The other Latin American countries preferred to maintain a timid neutrality.
  What else could they do? The Russian army, of course, began an offensive, through Alaska. And there is nothing to counter this with. The Russian armored fleet is too strong and the American one is too weak.
  But the US is quickly catching up. Already in 1941, American industry produced almost three thousand self-propelled guns and tanks. And in the second quarter of 1942, tank production already reached a thousand units per month. After initial successes, during which Russian and German troops occupied all of Alaska, the advance slowed somewhat and American resistance became stronger.
  In the fourth quarter of 1942, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the United States reached two and a half thousand per month, and two hundred aircraft per day. Thus, the United States overtook Tsarist Russia in the production of tanks and aircraft and approached in the production of artillery.
  In Germany, only about six hundred tanks and self-propelled guns were produced per month, in Britain and Italy, with Spain about the same. In Japan about three hundred machines. And there were about two hundred aircraft for all. In terms of the total output of weapons, the coalition was in the lead for now, but they still had to fight overseas.
  The commonwealth of dictators had significant advantages in the number of infantry and the number of career military personnel.
  The US was still losing the battle. By the end of 1942, three quarters of Canada was lost and the fighting had moved to the US states themselves.
  In the first quarter of 1943, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the USA exceeded three thousand units, and 260 aircraft per day. But partly the lack of trained crews reduced the effect of the increasing production of weapons. The troops of the coalition of dictators captured Toronto, and at the end of April, Quebec. In May and June, fierce battles took place in the northern USA.
  The losses on both sides would have been enormous. But the coalition had enormous manpower and controlled much more territory than the US.
  Therefore, despite the stabilization of the front, the US position remained extremely difficult.
  In the third quarter of 1943, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the USA reached four thousand per month, and 350 aircraft per day. But these were already the maximum figures. It is pointless to increase the production of weapons further, since tank and aircraft crews do not have time to prepare.
  The front line changed insignificantly in the second half of 1943. But the battles were extremely fierce, many settlements changed hands ten times. True, the coalition as a whole advanced to the south by fifty to sixty kilometers.
  And the next year of battles, not paying attention to the winter. The Russian army and Germany produced new types of tanks, with a more powerful gun and powerful armor. The US responded to this with the "Sherman" - 4 M. But this machine was still inferior to the main tank of the coalition "Bear". The Russian machine was unified with the German one and acquired a 107 mm gun, with an initial projectile velocity of 890 meters. Thus, the "Bear" hit "Shermans" at a long distance while remaining impenetrable for the American machine. The second Russian tank "Wolf" gradually went out of production. Although its running characteristics were impressive.
  But in the air, the coalition had a qualitative advantage. And the Americans could no longer take it by sheer numbers. And the numbers were also on the side of the Eastern Hemisphere powers.
  In the summer of 1944, the Americans retreated a little. Their forces were melting away in this protracted war of attrition. And the enemy mobilized more and more corps. Forming them from Indians and Chinese. By the end of 1944, America's position had worsened again, the coalition had advanced another couple of hundred kilometers.
  1945 was marked by the withdrawal of Brazil from the coalition, which hastened to leave the USA. But Argentina, Chile and Portugal declared war on America.
  In the first half of 1945, the front line remained stagnant, although the battles were rarely bloody. But then in the second half, the United States sagged. America's human and material resources were too exhausted to continue resistance. Philadelphia and Chicago fell. In December, New York and Washington were surrounded. And in January, after the fall of the US capital, America finally lost heart and capitulated.
  
  ADVENTURES OF A BOY OLEG RYBACHENKO
  The adventures of the eternal boy Oleg Rybachenko in the set of universes of the Sphero hyperveer are so interesting that they should be considered separately.
  -Ah! - The boy screamed. The needles mercilessly pricked him, however, the elastic skin withstood the blow well. However, the thorns were as if loaded on a tight spring, they shot out in clouds, and Oleg Rybachenko got it pretty bad. The boy cursed loudly and with difficulty got out of the greedily biting trap. The body was left with piss.
  The computer in the bracelet politely prompted the boy:
  -It's dangerous, their needles burn right through, even if you were a brave knight in a simple body, you would die.
  Oleg Rybachenko kicked away the burning ball, rage blazing inside him. The boy clenched his fists and started running. No, the young warrior had no intention of running away, he was running to his hypersuit. His bare, round heels flashed very quickly, the boy could quite successfully compete with the Olympic champion. However, even this speed was not enough for him, to run faster he began to jump. Each jump was like a kangaroo's - his speed increased.
  The boy growled like a tiger cub:
  -Hold on, big guy, twelve chapters and all empty.
  The flying girl grinned, showing her teeth. Then she released a gravity wave, smoothing the path in front of the boy. Oleg Rybachenko happily slapped his bare, childish feet on the heated surface. Running up and quickly donning impenetrable armor, the boy-knight acquired the speed of a rocket.
  The Terminator kid attacked furiously, trying to flatten the dragon. An invisible, but even more terrifying fist was ready to fall on the alien reptile. But some unknown force stopped it.
  Oleg Rybachenko trembled with tension, he strained himself to the limit, but his enormous victim, as if nothing had happened, chewed the rest of the cake.
  The boy was ready to burst into tears from despair:
  - What the hell. Is he really capable of putting up a screen?
  - No! It was I who protected him. - The girl shook her golden hair and sent star bunnies reflecting all the colors of the rainbow from her pearl teeth. - I won't let you destroy him.
  Oleg Rybachenko tried to growl as fiercely as possible:
  -He's a monster.
  The anion girl stood up to defend the mastodon:
  - No! And once again no! He is a harmless boy. Besides, look how big he is, which means he appeared only recently.
  The boy knight was very surprised:
  -And what, they are also small?
  The ever-young anion confirmed:
  -Of course, it will gradually decrease.
  Oleg Rybachenko hit himself hard on the forehead in frustration. Sparks flew thickly from it, as if a sledgehammer had struck flint.
  -Oh yeah, I forgot where I am. Well, okay, I won't kill him.
  The mighty girl-demiurge said in a conciliatory tone:
  -Then calm down and relax.
  The boy lowered his hands and deactivated the field. Then he smiled.
  -And he's cute. Yes! I almost forgot. What's your name.
  The girl unexpectedly responded unfriendly:
  -Do you need this?
  - Naturally. - I am Oleg Rybachenko and everyone knows it.
  The young lady softened her voice:
  -Okay, call me Orra Charlie.
  The boy extended his hand to the girl:
  -Orra is a good name. - Let's be friends.
  She doubted:
  -Are you serious?
  The boy explorer, with the heat of a fire in the wind, said:
  - It couldn't be more serious!
  Charlie exclaimed joyfully:
  - Of course, the anions don't lie. And if we get closer, it will be forever, until all the stars in all the universes go out... And they can't all go out, because new and new luminaries are constantly lighting up!
  Oleg Rybachenko expressed some doubt:
  -Well, I don"t know, girls rarely make loyal friends.
  Orra responded to such doubts decisively and with obvious resentment in her voice:
  - I'm not a girl, but a seasoned anionka. However, don't worry, I haven't had enough of life yet. Well, okay, hyperplasmic hero, shall we have some more fun or go to town?
  The boy lifted himself slightly from the surface and snorted with feigned contempt:
  -And what's there? Although I remembered - a new man of science, developed something that the word chocolate in platinum.
  Charlie said in a very serious tone:
  -He can help us - besides, I'll tell you a secret, our brotherhood is under serious threat.
  Oleg jumped up like a scalded cat:
  -Which?
  Anionka, in a very human manner, put her index finger to her lips and remarked:
  - Perhaps it"s better for you not to tell me yet.
  The naughty boy became slightly angry:
  - Why keep silent, it's better to say it right away. Otherwise I'll find out from others. Are there any secrets that you can't find the key to?
  Orra put her second finger to her lips and whispered:
  -Well, not everyone knows that. And those who do know, don't realize the danger.
  Oleg Rybachenko scowled in earnest and growled menacingly:
  - All the more so, it's better to know in advance than to hide behind the fog of ignorance. - And then the boy gave out a worthy aphorism. - You can hide behind the fog of ignorance, but you can't hide!
  Orra gently pushed his hair back, and it tangled into small braids.
  -Okay, I'll tell you the secret in general terms. - She demonstratively put her third finger to her ears. And her hair, on mental command, acquired the color of green-yellow khaki:
  -In our universe, time does not flow in the opposite direction everywhere. In its structure, the universe resembles a prism, repeatedly concave and twisted, broken into streams. That is, different laws reign in diverse galaxies.
  - Of course, it's surprising. - Oleg Rybachenko deliberately widened his eyes. - But is that a threat?
  The girl changed the khaki color of her hair, turning yellow into orange and green into blue. And she continued in an ingratiating tone:
  -Listen further. In the Gong galaxy, a race of fluorine-breathing bugs has appeared. These nightmarish creatures have captured many galaxies and created their own vast and aggressive empire. The only thing that keeps them from attacking us is the fear that, by invading the opposite time, they will cause irreparable damage to their organism.
  - Which could very well be the case, - Oleg Rybachenko interrupted and wittily said, - War is as sweet as honey, as cloying as molasses, and it makes you sick like moonshine when you're hungover!
  Charlie did not at all support the playful and joyful mood of the boy, who seemed to have been inspired to feats by the possible game of war. She spoke in a very serious tone:
  - So these bugs are very cruel, barbarously exploiting other peoples and races. Technologically, arthropods are very developed and war with them is fraught with grave consequences for us. However, they are not the only ones. There is also a race of sulfur-breathing caterpillars, also not a piece of cake, and besides them, a grandiose pirate brotherhood, not to mention many smaller worlds where barbaric regimes reign. - The girl pointed her fingers up and her fingernail lit up with flame, as if from a gasoline lighter. - At a greater distance, there are also aggressive or simply imperfect states. That is, our universe is not very kind and perfect and there are plenty of enemies around.
  The young knight puffed himself up and, imagining himself to be Alexander the Great, said:
  - And how do you react to this? - Here Oleg Rybachenko again showed off his extraordinary wit. - Silence is golden, only those who are used to keeping quiet give gold coins to talkers, without talking!
  Orra Sharli, with pathos and graceful gestures, like a butterfly dance, began to deliver a speech:
  - And what do you think, just recently the council of elder brothers made a decision to form their own large army, but so far the process is too slow. After all, our units are formed from volunteers. There is also the army of salvation - it is numerous, but its credo is to help the weak, and not to fight with a multi-million, or even multi-billion fleet of injections - that's what the bugs call themselves. I'll tell you straight, injections are deadly dangerous, they can cause allergies. - Orra, stretched out the birth for half a meter in a grin, it seems that she was very pleased with her pun.
  The boy knight quite sincerely said something that is extremely controversial, but partly true:
  -Well, you know, war is the most interesting and exciting thing in the universe.
  Charlie's voice became sterner, and the huge, radiant smile instantly disappeared from his face:
  - If it's about the game, then maybe for a little boy it is of interest, but in reality it's blood, tears, exploded worlds, crippled planets. I was once in such a universe, where superbombs were used. It was a terrifying sight. Entire galaxies devastated, turbid clouds of trillions of exploded stars. - Now the girl-anion's eyes grew to the size of a hatch in a tank. And these peepers sparkled like spotlights through a kaleidoscope. - Few of those who survived said that such powerful charges were used, the main ones in the process of merging ultramini-particles - the natives called them tsuvarons. That is, such abysses of the microworld exploded that two hundred and forty dimensions were needed to use them. Such a reaction is sextillions of times more powerful than a nuclear one. One atom, or rather an elementary particle of such a bomb is capable of dispersing a multi-kilometer titanium rock into photons.
  -Wow! - Oleg Rybachenko's surprise was absolutely genuine. - I hope you'll show me this universe.
  Orra changed the shape of her large eyes from round to triangular, and began to squeak as if on a violin:
  - My boy, the horrors I saw are hard to describe in words. It makes me shudder that thinking beings could resort to such cruelty. And it was absolutely senseless, because after such a denouement there were neither winners nor losers.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered with timid hope:
  -But I hope not all of it is dead - something has survived. There is no absolute emptiness in nature, only human stupidity empties the mind, one hundred percent!
  The girl changed the triangles to hexagons and, without any impudence, cooed:
  - Possibly, but I didn't have the courage to find out. However, some stars were burning, but they could have been blown up, and I could see the light that reached us late.
  Oleg Rybachenko was delighted at the opportunity to show off his erudition.
  - And I know that photons move at a speed of three hundred thousand kilometers per second. And that means that they cover a distance of one thousand parsecs in two thousand six hundred years. And ten thousand in twenty-six thousand years. And a million in two...
  Orra reduced the size of her eyes and took on a more human appearance. She said in a conciliatory tone:
  - I know that too. Do you use the decimal system?
  The former pioneer boy readily confirmed, jumping up and down like a loach in a frying pan:
  -Yes, and that's natural - by the number of fingers. But grades at school are given on a twelve-point scale.
  Charlie giggled and squeaked like a mosquito:
  -Be that as it may, I tried to run away from there faster. Like an ultraphoton, in a hyperlaser!
  The boy explorer remarked with a frown:
  -That's a shame.
  And Oleg Rybachenko felt inspired again, saying:
  - It is not death that is terrible, but the loss of immortality! It is not the flesh that is important, but the soul in the light!
  The anion girl answered with a completely normal, human smile:
  - It's okay, I'll throw you there, you'll see for yourself. But for now I wanted to tell you. We've heard that the Injections are making a new powerful weapon and when they're ready, they'll attack us. Their biggest monopolies need additional profits, and war is a golden shower into bulging pockets.
  - Monopolies and corporations. - Oleg Rybachenko put on an extremely smart look. - They trade in blood, sell weapons, ammunition, ammunition, play on the stock exchange, because the quotes sometimes fall when they are defeated, and sometimes, on the contrary, rise when their troops gain the upper hand.
  Orra, who apparently had considerable experience communicating with minors, was slightly surprised:
  -Aren't you stupid? Where did you pick up such things?
  The boy explorer answered honestly:
  - I love reading serious books and I literally swallow them. It's easy to go through life with a head full of knowledge, and the emptiness in your head only makes your wallet lighter!
  Oleg Rybachenko, seeing that the anion girl wanted him to speak out further, remarked:
  - Here in our Soviet empire, there are only idols, and no God! And what is attractive about atheism: emptiness is the most indulgent mentor, vacuum is the most irresponsible father!
  And for a little spice he added:
  - An atheist, knocking the foundation of faith out from under his feet, does not notice that his throat is in the merciless noose of Divine force majeure!
  -And you have the ability to quickly absorb information and wittily spout aphorisms. - Orra hooked the sand with a force field, raising a cloud of orange and purple dust. - And now let's go, or rather fly.
  Oleg Rybachenko increased his height, feeling that his new body was able to stretch. The boy really wanted to play Peter Pan.
  -Okay, but first I'll do one more lap.
  The boy spread his arms, spun around and began to chop in the air filled with eternal spring.
  Orra, watching the boy pirouette, wittily interjected:
  - What is attractive about atheism - emptiness cannot spank naughty children!
  But then the Almighty, Omnipresent and Omniscient Creator Boy Sphero intervened. He playfully pulled Oleg Rybachenko out of his worlds and they found themselves on a huge winged dragon. Streams of evil air washed the boys' faces. And the dragon's wings consisted of long bolts and nine-sided nuts.
  Sphero created a river of bubbly fanta with a mental command, making it float through the air, and he himself began hunting for the swimming creatures. Oleg Rybachenko also arranged a shooting from a wave of a magical telepathic impulse. The boys were having fun hunting. Both battleships and huge sperm whales with Everest-like tusks exploded. The river itself turned into a boundless ocean, and it was possible to really confuse where in it was up or down. Lilac, red, yellow, emerald bubbly streams splashed. Sphero giggled and pounded from various futuristic types of weapons. And to the music, letters with faces and weapons suddenly appeared. They rushed across the sky, dashingly folding into bizarre and capacious aphorisms;
  Wise words are good - good deeds are better!
  Life is always brilliant, but death is talentless!
  Science is not everything, the most perfect weapon requires skillful hands and flexible mind! Spirit conquers matter!
  Every moment ceases to be delightful as soon as it freezes, as if it were an ice cube!
  Movement is true happiness!
  The homeland is the most precious thing a person has, without it life has no meaning!
  A man without a homeland is like a body without a soul!
  Religion is the consolation of the weak - any misfortunes seem insignificant if they are temporary!
  If technology is a guardian angel, then fighting spirit is the God of war!
  It's easier to scoop out the ocean with a tablespoon than to argue with an atheist!
  The computer, like a girl, loves the young and persistent!
  Death differs from a beloved in that they always try to postpone the meeting with it!
  Death differs from a lover in that it always comes at the wrong time, but no one reproaches it for being late!
  Those who save on security will go broke on funerals!
  A well-fed army is the key to prosperity!
  In war, good preparation is like air for the lungs; a bad mixture of gases cripples and kills!
  When a person artificially gives himself a formidable appearance, this is a sure sign of spiritual weakness.
  It's the wolf in sheep's clothing that's scarier, not the sheep in wolf's clothing!
  There is nothing more important to a man than the art of war - it is a synonym for a worthy existence! The death of a tiger is better than a dog's life!
  Death in war is justified only when the enemy buys it at an excessive price, and giving gifts to the enemy is tantamount to treason.
  The enemy that has been scouted is almost defeated, you just have to not let your chances go to waste!
  The corpse of an enemy is expensive, but he will still cost more alive!
  Secrecy is the quality of a winner!
  In general, life without difficulties is like soup without seasoning: too much - it's bitter, none - it doesn't go down your throat!
  A man should kill and save someone at least once in his life! And if the first is a matter of luck, then the second is an indispensable test of courage!
  A computer is better than an atomic bomb, it is the surest way to conquer nations and make them work for the winner! Besides, I am not afraid of temptations! Any faith is worth something if it can defend itself!
  In youth, the blood flows faster and the "pot" cooks hotter!
  A slow donkey is worse than a pig, it also stinks, but does not give meat!
  The sound of machine gun fire and the roar of a shell are the best way to remember a good memory!
  Faith without evidence: that a falcon without wings can scratch, but will not let you soar!
  Religious discussion is the most fruitless - since both disputants have no idea about the subject they are arguing about!
  In the race between scientific and technological progress and morality, the latter is doomed to the role of an outsider! Although humanity risks falling into the abyss between science and morality!
  Those who save on science rob their descendants, and those who rob their descendants will forever remain poor!
  You can make capital by robbing your descendants, but you can"t get rich!
  ! Politics is a dirty business done in clean suits!
  Truth is always multifaceted, but error is uniform!
  Beauty is a dialectical concept - only ugliness is universal!
  Modern weapons, unlike wine, love youth!
  To spare an enemy is like sitting on a dagger - steel knows no sense of empathy!
  The best weapon is ingenuity, it doesn't require any expenses, but it is expensive!
  When the number of corpses is more than one, they turn from a tragedy into an extra!
  Murder is like losing your virginity for the first time and it hurts, then with each new act there is more and more pleasure!
  A poor intelligence officer is one who cannot foresee a way out in case of failure!
  In any other area, a mistake can cost you your life, your health, and only by being mistaken in religion do you risk losing your immortality!
  The beast has fangs, the man has a gun, the animal relies on muscles, and the man on reason! Trials dull teeth, but sharpen the mind - therefore the mind is immortal, progress, like a perpetual motion machine, will lead to prosperity!
  Even the most terrible news becomes commonplace when repeated many times!
  When an agent works for two intelligence agencies, hiring a child who is trying to shove two pacifiers into his mouth, he risks tearing his mouth!
  Movement is the rain that makes the flowers of health grow, and the hoe that uproots the weeds of disease!
  The blind do not see the blind - they go wherever they want!
  The blind man cannot lead the way - the dear faithful passage!
  And sighted traveler, don"t delay - help the poor blind people!
  A person easily breaks, with difficulty subdues, and very rarely achieves love from nature!
  In cards, luck comes to a clear head, nimble fingers, and a calm heart!
  In general, crime is not chocolate; if you get dirty, you won"t live a sweet life, but you will definitely get an obese heart!
  A lack of strength can be compensated for by an excess of intelligence, but no excess of strength can compensate for a lack of intelligence!
  Talent can replace lack of education, but no amount of education can replace lack of talent!
  A diamond is a gem even without polishing, but no amount of polishing will turn coal into a diamond!
  Someone else's death is fun, but your own death makes your heart burst and your soul sink into your heels!
  Money is like dirt, it sticks to bloody hands and slippery souls!
  Of all forms of fanaticism, religious fanaticism is the most irrational and selfish, since it is aimed primarily at achieving personal immortality!
  Love differs from rape only in the form of payment - for the last act payment is in kind!
  It is better to lose in righteousness than to gain in sin!
  The righteous man's loss is his gain in heaven; the sinner's gain is the robbery of his soul!
  By denying God, the communists have placed an unbearable burden on man's shoulders! Wanting to take the place of the Almighty, man could not bear the pain of Golgotha and the temptations of the devil!
  Without the power of Jesus, people, instead of building a kingdom of goodness and justice, fell into the abyss of vice!
  The countless treasures in a person's soul, if you start robbing them, will quickly run out without bringing wealth!
  Every sexual act is a treasure that you share between you and no thief will steal it from your heart!
  Every man has something in common with a primate, well, if it's potency, but more often it's intelligence!
  It would be funny if it weren't true!
  Unfortunately, we have more living jokes than decent men and honest politicians!
  He who sells his soul always remains at a loss - he gives the immortal for the mortal!
  Victory over a strong opponent usually costs more, but you won"t give it away for next to nothing!
  Murder cannot be justified by greed and profit - only honor, freedom and the Motherland are advocates of violence!
  Good must be with a machine gun,
  Strike like furious steel!
  So that the blood flows like a waterfall,
  Evil has no mercy, kill everyone!
  Of all the works of art, it is the military masterpieces that are most firmly imprinted in the people's memory and evoke the most tears!
  - A painting painted with blood: brighter than oil and fades much more slowly!
  A decent person puts justice above family and friendly relations! The law for enemies and friends should be the same as a husband for a wife!
  The existence of different laws turns justice into a prostitute!
  A strong opponent hardens 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 than an easy victory!
  A soldier is given hands to shoot, and brains to stop in time!
  To kill a fool is like pricking him with a needle, to shoot a smart person is like hitting him with a shell!
  Nature is the mother of man, and the mother of a great inventor cannot be a complete fool! Although she lacks practical ingenuity!
  The bullet is the most effective educational method in communicating with young people, as well as with the elderly!
  Only the effectiveness of the impact decreases! Often smearing will decrease the authority, and if you hit, you will have to educate zombies!
  Religion lowers the proud man to the level of an animal - giving him a choice between a sheep and a goat!
  It is better to give your skin to people like a sheep than to hiss like a snake forever!
  In general, the concept of working with the head does not only imply a literal interpretation, even when it comes to martial arts!
  If you want to get rich, become a Jew; if you want to go broke, borrow from a Jew!
  Lead aids digestion, especially if the pill is in the form of a cartridge!
  An official who does not take bribes is like a virgin prostitute!
  Usually, to save one, you have to kill the other! This is undoubtedly a cruel law, but it restores the natural balance of species!
  There is no better fighter in the world than a Russian soldier, and no greater tyrant than a Russian general!
  Excessive luxury is a sign of frivolity, frivolity is a harbinger of imminent ruin!
  Wise words from the mouth of a scoundrel, like a fountain from a garbage can!
  You have the advantage of length, but I have the advantage of intelligence!
  Sometimes you can kill, but you can never take away hope!
  In war, if you miss a second, you can lose eternity!
  An ordinary tower is pitiful among skyscrapers, but majestic among huts!
  Man submits to force, respects cruelty, despises gentleness and does not appreciate kindness!
  Sex is the best medicine for all mental illnesses, but unfortunately it is expensive and difficult to access!
  He who does not love sex does not love life and does not appreciate the joys of the flesh!
  Poetry has in common with wine that its value increases with time, but even centuries do not allow the lines to rot and the sparks to go out!
  A soldier is like a computer - it counts one-zero, and a warrior is a friend-foe!
  Man differs from animals in his humanism and ability to act contrary to instincts!
  Violence against women sometimes produces healthy children, but violence against nature only produces monsters!
  If the mother is cruel, the children are cruel too! As is the nature, so is her offspring - man!
  Friendship is sought from the strong, sustenance from the rich, and loyalty is shown to the fearless!
  Attacking is the best way to neutralize the enemy's numerical advantage - forcing them to fight back is like cutting off half their arms!
  For a woman, love is pleasure and income, for men it is pleasure and expense!
  For an immoral person, inventing a new weapon is like sawing off the legs of a chair when a rope is wrapped around your neck!
  And these phrases, and individual letters, fought with each other. Imagine G and X fencing on a hybrid of a violin and a rapier. Or A and B throwing grenades at each other. Ya and M launched a hybrid of a samovar and a shovel, and Sh and Sh launched airplanes with hanging cranes across the expanses of soap foam. And when a catchphrase suddenly begins to wriggle like a rattler, a fanged python? The letters fought and simultaneously played on nylon balalaikas studded with nails. And the huge girls created by Sphero picked them up with their bare, graceful fingers and threw them higher to the clouds of cotton candy.
  
  DON'T TALK ABOUT WEAPONS IN VAIN
  Here some devil pulled Victoria, the merciless daughter of Chernobog, by the tongue:
  - I have something even stranger - a hypernuclear weapon!
  After these words, the fiery devil turned very pale, and her limbs gave way. The girl with the red-orange hair collapsed, and her bare feet dangled in the air. Victoria's round, pink heels were suddenly covered in a scattering of blisters, and the smell of burnt meat spread through the air.
  The other warriors also jumped up, the sharp pebbles of the rocky ridge, on which their bare feet fearlessly stepped, suddenly became a thousand times hotter than the blazing coals. The soles of their feet were scorched and the girls, like bunnies, briskly jumped up, trying to lift their bodies higher.
  This is really a nasty, nasty pain all over the body. Victoria broke the unspoken taboo: not to mention in vain such a thing as: Hyper-supernuclear weapon. Truly, one Hyper-supernuclear bomb is capable of destroying and turning into the most monstrous of monstrous nightmares, not only universes, but hyperuniverses, and even posing a threat to the existence of not only the demiurge Gods, but also the Overgods.
  It's very scary, a weapon scarier than a scary one. It's not for nothing that the supergirls jumped up from his utterance, as if scalded by hyperplasma.
  But they were not the only ones who suffered. How the entire Japanese-Chinese regiment howled, or rather three regiments with tanks and self-propelled guns! The yellow, narrow-eyed soldiers were suddenly thrown up by the gravoplasm, and the small, box-like samurai tanks were heated almost to white heat. The soldiers in them were roasted alive, what a merciless death overtook them.
  And the rest of the Japanese and Chinese had their feet charred along with their boots, and everything burned up to their necks. And they hadn't died yet, but were suffering cruelly from monstrous, absolutely unbearable pain. These guys were so unlucky. They experienced the consequences of using various levels of theoyader, and were horrified by the consequences! It turned out that this was not it at all... But only incomparably smaller than the googulka nose, which is actually there
  Hypernuclear weapon!
  Fifteen thousand Chinese and Japanese soldiers died immediately or languished for several minutes. And the girls, whose heels were badly scalded, ran to the nearest stream.
  But instead of cold water, their reddened and covered with small and medium blisters legs were met with boiling water. And the boiling water from the stream was unusually steep, which is not the case with ordinary water. So in addition to their legs, the girls also scalded their almost naked breasts.
  The four of them started dancing and jumping faster than the savages from the Tumba-Yumba tribe. And the girls were already in pain.
  Zoya even began to sing with enthusiasm;
  Creator of the Universe, you are cruel,
  So spoke the lips of millions!
  And even from horror my temple turned so gray -
  When there are countless problems - legions!
    
  When old age comes, evil death,
  When there is a war, a tornado - the earth shakes!
  When you just want to die,
  Because there is no heat under the world of the Sun!
    
  When a child cries - a sea of tears,
  When there are whole bouquets of diseases!
  One question - why did Christ suffer?
  And why do only comets laugh?
    
  What in this world became why -
  Are we starving, freezing and suffering?
  And why does shit crawl to the top?
  But why does Cain succeed?!
    
  Why do we need the withering of old women,
  Why do weeds cover the vegetable gardens?
  And why do they delight our ears -
  A round dance of nothing but promises?!
    
  The Lord answered, also grieving,
  As if not knowing a better fate...
  O man of My love - child...
  Whom I wanted to settle in paradise!
    
  But you don"t know - the child is stupid,
  There is only one small thought in you!
  That the light of grace has dimmed,
  So that you don"t sleep like a bear in winter!
    
  After all, in order to stir you people up,
  I send you trials and tribulations!
  So that there will be fat game for dinner,
  It takes courage, cunning and effort!
    
  Well, you would be like Adam in that paradise,
  Walked aimlessly, staggering like a ghost!
  But you learned the word - I love,
  Communicating with the unclean spirit Satan!
    
  You understand, there is a struggle in this world,
  And at the same time, success and respect!
  Therefore, the harsh fate of people,
  And, alas, one must endure suffering!
    
  But when you achieved your goal,
  Managed to break barriers and shackles...
  May your dreams come true,
  Then you want new battles!
    
  So understand, sir man,
  Sometimes even I feel so offended!
  That, living in bliss for a whole century -
  People are like pigs and I'm ashamed of them!
    
  Therefore, there is a new light in the struggle -
  The battles will be in boundless eternity...
  But you will find consolation in prayer,
  God will always embrace the unfortunate tenderly!
  And the consequences of Victoria"s careless word spread over hundreds of kilometers, gradually weakening as they moved away from the epicenter.
  In particular, where soldiers were killed immediately, where they were scalded, and at a great distance, simply melted heels. Those who were barefoot suffered as if their heels were seared with a red-hot iron. Tank tracks received severe damage, even at a distance of a thousand miles. Many planes lost control in the air and crashed, and those that stood dejectedly on airfields - trivially broke.
  The wings were especially fragile. They went slap, slap...
  American troops also suffered. Especially many B-29s, the "super fortress" bomber, were out of action. Of course, this is a serious blow to the combat capability of the US Army. Moreover, the girls ended up only in the insignificant Japanese rear.
  Thus, from the very beginning, the goal of slowing down the invasion of the "Great Yellow Army" from the south was in question. The girls twitched in pain and danced, as if they were entangled in a web of lightning discharge.
  Belobog's daughter Zoya tried to figure out how to get rid of this cocoon and free the girls from it?
  Belobog is all that is good and bright in the universe. For the offspring of the Supreme God of Gods, the Ancestor, Rod, is in two fundamental hypostases: light and darkness, good and evil! Moreover, this division is not absolute. Both Belobog and his servants use violence and punish the guilty. And Chernobog generously rewards his devoted servants and is able to heal illnesses, build and create, either personally or with the help of his followers.
  Many demiurge gods carry a part of both good and evil. Moreover, the concept of good is conditional - relative. As is the evil itself... For example, if a person runs to the abyss, and you push him away and break his arm: what have you done to him? Both evil and good in one bottle, or evil in the name of good!
  In this regard, the Hyperuniverse is structured quite simply and at the same time complexly. The One Supreme God is also a Name - His Rod, Rod-Giver, Supreme. Hindus worshiped Rod as the Supreme or Vishi. Later, however, were added: Brahma - symbolizing Belobog, and Shiva - close to Chernobog.
  But Nadkoschey - the creation of Chernobog is a real evil similar to the Hindu Kali. And it was his carnivorous genius that led to the creation of the Hypernuclear weapon... And this weapon was already used and was effective.
  And such a thing as the Hyper-Non-Theonuclear Property of Annihilation is completely taboo! If you blurt it out once, you and others will get it in the horns!
  And if only by the horns!
  Zoya quietly whispered to Helen the Wise:
  - We need a Hypermagic Emitter!
  The most technical of the warriors winked at her friend and barked:
  - Let the Hypermagic Emitter work!
  And then she playfully added, savoring the words:
  - And the Hypertheomagic Emitter too!
  After which a miracle happened - the threads of the web fell down, the rocky ridge clinked, and fragments of stones rained down.
  The supergirls got rid of their death clothes and giggled shrilly... It turned out really great!
  
  LIKE STAR WARS
  Artos Vaderos, the Magnificent, approaches Pasoka with a heavy, mechanical step. On the right and left of the black lord, jumping like panthers, the warriors of the scarlet guard move. Pasoka Toronto has risen on her toes and stands still. As a result of modifications, the representative of the Torogut race has lost the appendages on her head, acquired human features, leaving only multi-colored skin like that of the boa constrictor Kaa.
  A very beautiful girl by human standards, Ahsoka, with ideal proportions of the figure, almost naked girl, only muscular thighs are covered by a khaki-colored belt. On the right and left hand of her are twin children: a boy and a girl. Children from Steelkiller Mallofet - extremely capable, although still small and not having reached the dawn of mastery.
  In any case, the beautiful warriors of the Scarlet Imperial Guard grin carnivorously. The Scarlet Imperial Guard is also called the Order of Dark Jedi. They possess the techniques of force and possess great abilities. Almost all members of this imperial order are young and beautiful women: apparently Emperor Palpatine believes that females will be more loyal to him, and not to the same extent as men who will strive to take the royal place!
  By this time, the galaxy has been completely cleared of rebels. The Hittites have been destroyed, the previously independent worlds have been conquered. And the second, even more powerful "Death Star" has been completed.
  And Emperor Parparatin will be only too happy to find a reason to launch the most destructive machine into action. There is a really strong enemy in the neighboring galaxy: Rozostan. An empire consisting of only - eternally young, beautiful girls. They are natural-born warriors, who are trained to fight even when the embryos are hatched in special cybernetic incubators. And then from infancy they fight, go through obstacle courses, fight with each other and aliens.
  In their empire of star Amazons, there is no civilian population. All warriors from birth to death are part of a single army. All warriors from birth to death with numbers and military positions and ranks.
  True, command positions are determined on a competitive basis, as a result of testing, as well as specific merits on the battlefield or scientific front. Two empresses are also determined as a result of very complex, multi-level exams. And every year there are new competitions, so in order to remain an empress for several terms, you really need to have extremely outstanding abilities.
  But there is one limitation and rule: the empresses must be from two parties: "Fair" and "Patriots". The first are kinder and more peaceful, the second are more aggressive and warlike. So the girls, representing in their empire, a single army, and a whole military machine - are also divided into two parties of approximately equal numbers.
  And there is no unity between them: the "patriots" advocate an immediate invasion of the neighboring galaxy to prevent the Evil Empire from strengthening. But the "fair" believe that being an aggressor is immoral, and it is impossible to start a large-scale space war first.
  However, the harshness of the Sith rule may even persuade the "fair" to wage a war of liberation against the criminal regime. There is no unity, but Rozostan is preparing hard for war. The Amazon space fleet, where everyone who is a living warrior, and even little girls, are considered young soldiers, significantly exceeds the squadrons of the empire in both the number and quality of weapons.
  In case of war, Palpatine has no chance of winning. And one can only count on displays of force and new weapons.
  Although it is clear that the new "Death Star" is not a panacea against the Amazons. Moreover, their starships are much faster than the imperial ones and can flood in places where such a technological monster does not exist.
  So we can only count on the power of the thematic side of the force. Moreover, the girls, having genetically modified their bodies, became warriors, capable of fighting tougher than the Jedi and the Scarlet Guard, but somehow behind the technique and physical perfection they launched the development of manifestations of force.
  And Darth Vader knows this. And he wants to fight his former student Pasoka Tano to a lesser extent. Moreover, Finakin, having lost a significant part of his body, halved his phenomenal abilities, and his protégé, on the contrary, having survived bioengineering modification, increased them many times. So an open fight with her is suicide.
  And children who look only six or seven years old have energy... They have what is called Theomagic. Even if this Theomagic is still in its infancy. But it can give such power to the one who masters it that no Sith or Jedi in history has ever dreamed of it.
  Magochlorians may be present in smaller quantities in the cells of even ordinary people, but theochlorians... They are a great rarity, even in tiny quantities, but if they can reproduce, then... Their carrier becomes a likeness of the Supreme God, especially if there is a birth from theochlorians, hypertheochlorians.
  Then absolutely everything will be subject to and accessible to him... or almost everything!
  Artos Vader read many interesting things in the black library. Pasoka Tana, was, like Finakin himself, conceived artificially from magochlorians. And this opened the way to the origin of micro-beings of a much higher level in them.
  But, alas, Dart was unable to develop this in himself, but Pasoka moved to a higher level of development.
  The Black Lord gestured to his warrior subordinates to show restraint and gave a slight bow to Pasoka.
  She bowed in response, and her children curtsied. They were also offspring similar to their mother, human in appearance and multi-colored, and also depending on their mood, changing the color of their skin. However, if they wanted, they could easily, like chameleons, blend into the terrain and become practically invisible.
  The meeting took place in the jungle. And without witnesses - three by three! Darth Vader still remains formally the second person in the space empire. True, the black lord feels that the Sith Lord considers Finakin to be less and less necessary for. He has Luke Skyroker and Princess Leia, who was captured again by the imperials after the cleansing of Tatlin, in captivity.
  And most importantly, the emperor has his own pair of children: a boy and a girl, the same devil Pasoki Tano. And the emperor's children are older than these, they give off such phenomenal power and abilities that the black lord can only dream of something like that.
  So, the story of Artos the Magnificent, who escaped the death and collapse of the space empire, may end with a treacherous lightning strike in the back.
  The sensitive Pasoka caught the thoughts of her former mentor and said quietly:
  - I will not betray you... - Then she added more loudly and firmly. - And I will not allow anyone to kill you!
  For the first time in many years, Artos the Magnificent showed at least some kind, human feelings:
  - Thank you!
  Ahsoka Tano looked at her mentor and whispered:
  - You know... Not all is lost yet... Not all at all!
  The Black Lord said in a sad tone:
  - I personally have lost too much. Ladva, my body, the ability to reproduce... And even the prospect of gaining absolute power over the galaxy is not much consolation!
  Pasoka threw a sharp leaf with her bare fingers at the rat-scorpion (This is a hybrid of a rodent and an arthropod-parasite, very nasty and scary in appearance!), the creature was pierced right through.
  The terminator girl standing to her right swung her sword and cut through the carnivorous insect.
  The warrior answered breathlessly:
  - It is possible to return the body... If the spirit is not dead!
  Artos the Magnificent sensed something more than bravado in her words. His scorched lungs became harder to breathe in, and the dark synth choked and asked:
  - Return the body...
  Pasoka winked cheerfully and chirped:
  - Yes, it's real... And not just a body, but with all the magochlorians!
  Both beauties of the red guard stirred menacingly. The most powerful of the dark Jedi order, Mirra, hissed ominously:
  - It's a trap, my lord!
  The boy, who already had experience commanding a pirate ship, waved his sword and gritted his teeth:
  - My mother is the embodiment of honesty and kindness!
  Mirra took a step towards the impudent boy, but the black lord stopped her and nodded to the scarlet warriors:
  - This is a great chance for all of us!
  Mirra, who did not follow Palpatine's order and did not kill Luke Skywalker, felt that the Sith Emperor had already marked her with a line - to be expended. And so she nodded to her friend Lasso.
  - Listen to the lord! This is a necessary matter!
  Pasoka tapped Artos the Magnificent's bare foot on his raven armor, cooing:
  - You look amazing as a half-cyborg... But once you become human again, you'll be even more beautiful!
  
  
  TSAR THE GREAT NICHOLAS II
  Tsar Nicholas II's brother Mikhail, unlike real history, acted decisively. The Imperial Guard opened fire on the rebels trying to storm the Winter Palace. Then the Cossacks, favored by the Tsar, and the noble regiments entered the battle.
  Several hundred rebels were killed, and the rest fled. The police actively seized the rebels and their leaders. Representatives of the State Duma, princely families, merchants and members of the financial elite hastened to swear allegiance to Tsar Nicholas, and swore loyalty. During the battle, more than six hundred rebels were killed, and one and a half thousand were wounded. The guards lost about twenty people, the Cossacks another fifty.
  A serious clash, but the autocracy held out. The conspirators at the top had no single opinion, no single leader. And in general, many of them believed that it was impossible to change the form of government during the war.
  There are many people dissatisfied with Tsar Nicholas II, but it is difficult to offer an alternative to the imperial regime. Moreover, the rich are seriously afraid that the republican form of government will be too weak and loose to protect the capitalists from the hungry and rebellious proletariat, and the landowners from the peasants.
  But the people themselves will not organize a serious revolution. The Bolsheviks are still too weak and few in number, the Socialist Revolutionaries for the most part believe that a revolution is good, but it is better to win the world war first.
  In short, there was a riot and everyone came out! Something like a bloody resurrection was repeated... And silence!
  Nicholas II awarded his brother the Order of St. George, first degree, for his decisiveness and promoted him to general-in-chief, appointing Mikhail to command the Western Front. The Southern and Romanian Fronts were subordinated to Brusilov.
  The Russian army had grown to nearly ten million men, and its upkeep was a heavy burden on the empire. It was time to attack.
  The roads had barely dried when the tsarist army struck in Galicia. The Russian troops had numerical superiority. The Austrians' fighting spirit was weakened, and the regiments consisting of Slavs deserted en masse or surrendered. There were not enough German units to hold back the enemy.
  To top it all off, the United States entered the war against the Central Powers in April. And so the outcome of the conflict was already decided. The Germans were trying to increase their forces in the West to defeat the Allies, and could not provide significant assistance to Austria-Hungary.
  Russian troops occupied Lvov and a number of cities in Galicia. Several small pockets were even formed. The Austrian, patchwork, broken front collapsed too quickly, so that the Germans had to switch to a deaf defense in the west and throw troops into the gaps that had formed.
  Building on their success, the Russians approached Przemysl and even surrounded the city. But supply problems and the introduction of more combat-ready German units into the battle slowed the advance. But the Romanian Front went on the offensive, and after some time, the Western Front as well. The latter faced a difficult task: to break through the powerful, deeply echeloned German defense.
  The Tsar's brother Mikhail did not consider it shameful to learn from Brusilov and used similar tactics. He began to prepare an offensive in twelve different places at once so that the Germans could not determine the direction of the main attack. In addition, they actively used a smoke screen and an offensive at night.
  Russian troops in the south liberated Bucharest, and the attack in the center ended with a breakthrough south of Vilnius.
  The Germans had to reinforce their southern flank again. The German troops blockading Riga were under threat of encirclement. Under these conditions, the Kaiser made the difficult decision to abandon the Baltics and withdraw his troops to the Prussian defensive line.
  Things did not go well between the allies and Turkey. The Russians and the English were advancing in Asia Minor, the French were pressing in Syria and Palestine. The Ottomans were weakening, and their fall was not far off. In addition, the Bulgarians had changed. Realizing that the Prussians had already lost the war, and the Russian troops, having liberated most of Romania, had reached the border, the Slavic king declared war on Austria, Turkey and Germany.
  Of course, this added to the Germans' headaches. They could no longer hold the front line in the East and were forced to retreat to the Vistula. Counting on the natural water barrier to hold back the Russian troops.
  The allies in the West achieved only partial successes, although they were already using tanks more actively. But for now, Germany held the front, although it was forced to retreat a little. The southern sector took a lot of effort.
  Well, in the fall and winter, Tsarist Russia transferred the main burden of fighting to the Ottoman Empire.
  The assault on Constantinople, both from land and sea, ended in triumph for Russian arms. Türkiye fell, and with it Russia received large territories, Constantinople and the straits with access to the Mediterranean Sea.
  True, it was not possible to end the war in 1917, but the breath of victory was already felt by everyone, to a much greater extent than in 1916.
  Winter passed in Russia with small strikes and demonstrations, but no serious clashes, despite military difficulties. Perhaps the ruble depreciated too much, but it is too early to talk about famine.
  However, it was time to end the war, and everyone understood this. Brusilov, who had been promoted to field marshal, proposed to strike the main blow in the south, where the enemy was weaker, and then turn north.
  The Germans already have their first tanks. But their number is too small to have a significant impact on the course of the war. Russia also has its own machines, in particular Mendeleyev tanks. But again, the tsarist industry cannot yet handle serial production.
  But the British, Americans and French established mass production of tanks. This means that a new, powerful means of breaking through the defense appeared, which should break through the German positions.
  The Allies also want to end the devastating war as quickly as possible. And since the end of March, they have begun attempts to break through the deeply echeloned German defense.
  The Russian offensive began as soon as the roads dried up in the south. The Russian troops were in high spirits after their previous victories, while the Austrians were barely holding on. Budapest was surrounded already at the beginning of May. Then the movement was outlined towards Vienna and around the Vistula River.
  The Italians also went on the offensive. Even Japan sent an expeditionary force to Europe. The Germans pressed from all sides.
  When the Russian troops had already approached Vienna, Austria-Hungary capitulated. Germany's last ally had finally fallen. In the West, using the tactics of strikes on different parts of the front, the allies advanced slowly but surely. And the Russian troops entered from the south into the rear of the German front covering the Vistula.
  Under these conditions, Chancellor Wilhelm, having realized the complete, hopeless situation of Germany, declared the end of all military actions on June 22, 1918. In fact, the Germans capitulated.
  Austria-Hungary ceased to exist. Russia received Galicia, the Krakow region, Bukovinca, part of eastern Slovenia and Hungary. Romania received Transylvania. All that remained of Austria-Hungary was a small Austria and a greatly reduced Hungary. Czechoslovakia arose under the protection of Russia.
  The Tsarist Empire received Klaipeda, Poznan and access to the seas from Germany, cutting off East Prussia from the metropolis itself through Danzig.
  Germany had to give up what it had previously conquered in the 19th century to Denmark and France. It was sentenced to pay huge reparations every year, and its military potential was limited to hundreds of thousands of people.
  And of course, as in real history, a demilitarized zone.
  Tsarist Russia expanded its possessions in the south. The Ottoman Empire, as well as the Austrian Empire, ceased to exist. Britain took Iraq, France Syria and, together with the English, Palestine. Russia got Armenia, Asia Minor, and Constantinople.
  The Middle East and Iran were also divided into spheres of influence. In this way, Tsarist Russia achieved significant material gains.
  But the war cost the lives of more than two and a half million soldiers, not counting the civilian casualties, and enormous expenses. Finances were in disarray, and the country went into debt.
  True, the allies condescendingly agreed to write off interest on the loans, but the debt still turned out to be quite large - about ten billion gold rubles.
  But it was possible to nationalize enterprises previously owned by Germans.
  The political situation in Tsarist Russia stabilized, and the emperor"s authority grew.
  Nicholas II took advantage of this by canceling his own manifesto on the State Duma. Autocracy was restored again, and legislative power was transferred in full to the Tsar.
  This caused only timid attempts at protest. The country was too tired of the war and did not want new upheavals.
  And the economy began a rapid, post-war boom! On average, growth was about nine percent a year, higher than in the United States.
  New advanced branches of industry were created, mechanical engineering developed. Salaries grew.
  The duration of the working day was reduced by the law of the tsar from 11.5 hours to 10.5 hours. And on pre-holiday days and before weekends to 9 hours. Also, the working day was reduced to nine hours if at least part of it fell at night.
  After the money exchange, the entire gold balance of the ruble was restored. The worker's wages by 1929 reached 50 rubles a month with the price of vodka at 25 kopecks a bottle. That is 200 bottles a month. And if we take it in gold equivalent, that is as much as 37 grams of pure gold.
  The country came in second place, second only to the USA in terms of industrial production. The empire's prospects looked very bright, but.... the Great Depression struck.
  The collapse affected the entire world, including Russia. True, Germany and the USA suffered the most. But even tsarist Russia was too dependent on foreign borrowings and therefore could not avoid upheavals and decline.
  The Bolshevik Party was going through a crisis in the twenties. Lenin actually withdrew from practical, revolutionary struggle, immersing himself in theory... and writing science fiction.
  Vladimir Ilyich met Herbert Wells in Britain and felt a taste for science fiction. In particular, from under the pen of Vladimir Ilyich came a large, futuristic novel: "Communism - the path to happiness"! And a number of other works. Lenin was already earning quite well on science fiction works.
  The Bolsheviks split into Trotskyists and Stalinists. Stalin decided to return to the tactics of individual terror characteristic of the Narodnaya Volya. Trotsky held a more moderate position.
  The Socialist Revolutionaries were still active, although there were no more high-profile political assassinations in the twenties. The positions of the Republicans and the Cadets gradually grew stronger. A truly absolute monarchy seemed to everyone an outdated relic. So unrest, strikes, demonstrations began again, and the Tsar's throne began to waver.
  They could remind the monarch of many things...
  The government of Nicholas II found a way out... in war! Moreover, the generals were thirsty for revenge for the defeat by Japan. And this is understandable...
  After the First World War, Tsarist Russia conducted several small military campaigns. In the Middle East, where they and their allies divided up the Arab world. In Afghanistan.... There the war took place together with Britain. Russia took the northern regions of Afghanistan populated mainly by Uzbeks and Tajiks, as well as Herat. The British, after brutal wars, nevertheless subjugated the south. Self-government remained in the center of Afghanistan.
  Iran still retained the appearance of sovereignty, but its division was also not far off.
  But the main clash of interests was with Japan. Especially since in 1931 the Japanese created a puppet government in Manchuria and began an offensive in China.
  Which became the reason for a new war.
  By this time, the Russian army had managed to renew its tank fleet and create a very strong aviation force. Japan was noticeably inferior in the air, and Russia's ground army was much larger and, perhaps, more combat-ready.
  The Pacific Fleet was commanded by the legendary Admiral Kolchak. The Knight of the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called Brusilov had already died by this time, but his capable students remained.
  The war was unsuccessful for Japan from the very beginning. Russian generals: Denikin, Wrangel, Kaleidin under the general command of the Tsar's brother Mikhail Romanov - acted energetically and skillfully. The experience of the First World War was felt, the mistakes of the conflict of 1904-1905 were taken into account.
  Prokhorov's light tanks also turned out to be quite good, and were simply irreplaceable in a maneuver war. In any case, this was already a different Russian army, and a completely different war.
  However, even during the first battle with the samurai, if there had been a more talented and decisive commander instead of Kuropatkin, the outcome of the war would, of course, have been completely different.
  In any case, within two months Port Arthur was besieged by Russian troops, and the Japanese were defeated. Two months later all of Korea was liberated, and the citadel city was taken by storm.
  At sea, battles were also raging with varying success. Until squadrons from the Baltic and Black Seas arrived. The Land of the Rising Sun was completely defeated, and even a landing force was landed on Hokkaido. Japan was forced to sign a humiliating peace treaty. To give back Manchuria, Port Arthur, some possessions conquered from the Germans, southern Sakhalin and the Kuril Ridge. And at the same time to pay a contribution, a tidy sum - a billion gold rubles.
  The victory temporarily strengthened the position of the Autocracy, and then the Great Depression gave way to a rapid economic recovery.
  In Germany, as in real history, Hitler came to power, but he was not allowed to run wild. In particular, the attempt to restore universal military service encountered fierce resistance from Russia and France. Although some concessions in terms of military potential were made. The number of the army was allowed to increase from one hundred thousand to two hundred and fifty. In addition, Hitler returned German control over the demilitarized zone.
  And tsarist Russia was facing dynastic problems. The heir to the throne, Tsarevich Alexei, had died... The tsar's brother, Mikhail Romanov, was deprived of his inheritance rights. And the real heir was Kirill Vladimirovich Romanov. But this guy was mired in drunkenness and debauchery. He had completely degenerated...
  So who will succeed Tsar Nicholas II? The Tsar's brother Mikhail received the rank of Generalissimo after the victory over Japan and enjoyed great popularity. He became the first member of the royal family in the history of Imperial Russia to receive such a high rank. And many wanted to see him on the royal throne.
  True, Nicholas II himself - a teetotaler, without bad habits, doing regular gymnastics - was still quite strong and it seemed that his reign would be the longest in Russian history. But Stalin planned the most grandiose assassination attempt since the time of Alexander II. Although it seemed, what was the point?
  In any case, 1937 turned out to be an ominous year. Tsar Nicholas II was killed, and along with him, two ministers died, as well as three dozen courtiers, and part of the Winter Palace collapsed.
  The terrorists used the sewer system to mine the area and planted more than a ton of aminolon.
  Thus, an aggressive case intervened in the course of history. Thus ended the reign of Tsar Nicholas II. The monarch who did not become known as great or terrible. Those who did not like the emperor called him bloody, because much blood was spilled during his reign. Those who treated him with respect - the Conqueror. Thus, the number of lands under him in Rus' increased. Even a large province appeared in China: Yellow Russia.
  The reign lasted 43 years in total. Only Ivan the Terrible ruled longer, and nominally. But considering that he occupied the throne for three years, the real term of rule was shorter.
  But the legitimate heir, Kirill Vladimirovich Romanov, ascended the throne. He did not rule for long - about a year, but he managed to exert some influence on the course of history. In particular, he allowed Adolf Hitler to carry out the Anschluss of Austria. Allegedly referring to the right of peoples to self-determination and, supposedly, that there would be more order. Mussolini also agreed to the Anschluss of Austria.
  Thus, Germany expanded, and its population exceeded eighty million. Not to mention that Hitler encouraged the birth rate. It increased by one and a half times under Adolf Besnovaty.
  A civil war broke out in Spain, but it ended much more quickly, as there was no Soviet Union to assist the left coalition in Madrid.
  But Franco became an ally of the Fuhrer. And the new Tsar Vladimir III clashed with Britain.
  The situation is indeed complicated. A puzzle fraught with the possibility of World War II. And a new round of confrontation. Iran is not divided, and it is in fact the last Islamic country that is formally independent. Russia has its sights on it, and so does Britain. In the Middle East, everything is very complicated. The territories of Russia, France, and Britain are mixed up and are not easy to manage.
  England is falling further and further behind both Russia and the growing power of Germany economically. And the largest colonies are still British. But the power of the lion's crown is weakening, Canada is almost already independent. South Africa is also a dominion, as is Australia. In India, the English position is weakening. Of course, there is a desire to push the lion.
  Hitler is trying to play on two fronts. Either he will enlist the support of France, Britain, Italy and Japan. So that together they can attack Tsarist Russia and divide its vast possessions.
  Or seek territorial acquisitions in the West, but already in alliance with Russia.
  Hitler is a vile and unprincipled man, and in general he doesn"t care with whom he enters into a coalition, as long as it is beneficial to him.
  The new young Tsar Vladimir also dreams of going down in history as a great conqueror and wants to take colonies from Britain and France. As for the Germans, there is nothing left to take. So a coalition with Germany is quite logical.
  Italy has captured Ethiopia and also wants new exploits. Mussolini is extremely ambitious. It makes no difference to him whether to go East or West. But in France, the people have no great desire to fight. Pacifism reigns there, and the government is elected. So it is not possible to acquire such a strong ally. And tsarist Russia, with its traditionally high birth rate and constantly decreasing mortality, is a very strong enemy. The population of tsarist Russia is already growing by about three percent per year. Infant mortality has decreased, but the fashion for large families has not yet passed, and even working-class families are fertile. Taking into account territorial acquisitions, including in densely populated China, and sparsely populated Mongolia, and in Europe and Turkey, the population of tsarist Russia in 1940 exceeded 400 million compared to 1913, when it was 180 million. And this is a continental power... Britain and France in the metropolises themselves have less than 50 million, plus colonies. But the colonial troops are weak in morale and have little combat capability. So the Western ground forces are much weaker.
  The Fuhrer chooses an alliance with Russia against the West.
  In 1939, Czechoslovakia was divided. Germany included the Sudetenland. The Germans strengthened their army, formed tank columns. Tsarist Russia did not stand still either, having a five-million-strong peacetime army and five hundred professional divisions.
  In Tsarist Russia, heavy tanks and strategic aviation, including aircraft with eight engines, have long been in production. France has only about thirty heavy tanks, and those are outdated. Britain has no heavy vehicles. Well, Germany has none heavier than twenty tons either. The United States has just over four hundred tanks.
  Hitler decided that there was no point in delaying and struck on May 15, 1940. The weather was just right and everything was ready. Or more or less ready.
  Tsarist Russia began an offensive against India and other colonial possessions. The Russian army struck at poorly defended positions. There were relatively few troops made up of ethnic English and French, and the colonial units were not particularly keen to die for an idea or empire alien to them. Indeed, who were the English for them? Exploiters, enslavers, robbers or infidels. It is unlikely that the Russians were much worse than them, to die for the empire of the Lion or the Rooster.
  So the tsarist troops advance, overcoming weak, local resistance. But the Germans were also able to defeat the French, English, Belgian and Dutch troops in a month and a half.
  Thus, Churchill lost the support of his main allies. The expectation that the USA would enter the war did not come true. Roosevelt was not distinguished by the decisiveness of Stenka Razin. And here such forces would go against America.
  Russian troops advanced through Africa and Asia in marches, more problems came from the terrain and the stretched communications than from enemy troops. The lack of roads, especially in Africa, also had an effect. But the unpretentious Russian soldier heroically and stoically overcomes all difficulties.
  The Germans can only move troops to Africa with difficulty. The offensive on Gibraltar was delayed by Franco's stubborn resistance. And they had to move forces by sea. The Russians broke through to Africa through Egypt and it is much easier for them. Italy also grabs everything it can grab and in this matter Mussolini has the grasp of a boa constrictor.
  The landing on the metropolis itself in 1940 did not take place. In the air battle, primarily due to Russia's passivity, Britain held out. But it must be said that the wise Tsar Vladimir Kirillovich did not want Britain to capitulate prematurely, but quite rationally intended to seize all of its Asian and African colonies.
  Where will Britain go? It has no reserves, no colonies and raw materials - its fall is a matter of time.
  In winter and in March 1941, Russian troops finally reached South Africa and destroyed the last African Dominion. The British attempt to sit it out in Madagascar also failed and in May 1941, a landing was carried out with subsequent victory.
  Japan fought on Russia's side in the war and managed to grab some things in the Pacific Ocean. The summer of 1941 became the period of a major air offensive against the British metropolis.
  Russian and German aviation ironed out London and other cities of the English Empire. And on November 8, the anniversary of the Munich putsch, the landing of troops finally took place.
  The fighting lasted sixteen days and ended with the victory of Russian and German troops.
  This is where the Second World War ended, in fact. It turned out to be less bloody and longer than in real history. And it significantly strengthened and expanded Russian possessions. Especially in Africa and Asia.
  A relatively peaceful period had set in. Russia and Germany were digesting their own territorial acquisitions. The Third Reich included Belgium, Holland, almost half of France, as well as Morocco, part of Algeria and the central possessions. However, due to Franco's position and some indecisiveness on the part of Hitler, the Germans did not have time to advance into France's equatorial possessions, and they fell into the hands of Russian troops.
  Nevertheless, Germany still got a good chunk of African land, which was larger than its own territory. The area of the Third Reich, taking into account European acquisitions, grew more than three times. And if you count from the borders of 1937, taking into account Austria, the Sudetenland, and the Czech Republic as a protectorate, then even four times.
  So the Germans generally had enough to digest, assimilate and master. Russia, moreover, expanded its colonial possessions and could hardly control all of this.
  And Italy got a lot: for example, most of Sudan, Somalia, Uganda and some other acquisitions, in particular Tunisia.
  Thus, the redistribution of the world was completed for now. But as they say, with time, ambitions begin to manifest themselves.
  The US did not begin working seriously on the atomic project. In fascist Germany and Russia, the attitude was also cool. Japan was not yet developed enough to pull it off, and Britain and France turned into vassal countries of the Third Reich and Russia.
  So the emergence of nuclear weapons was delayed for some time.
  But progress, of course, is inexorable. Physicists work, theory develops, as do laboratory experiments. But the atomic project requires the will of the state. Tsarist Russia already had more than its share of worries and expenses related to the expansion of its territory. And Hitler, for some reason, had a grudge against such ideas of a nuclear program and believed that the atomic project would only swallow up huge amounts of money for nothing.
  In addition, the Russian ground army and aviation were the strongest and most numerous in the world, and the navy, too, especially due to economic growth, was improving.
  The Tsar's generals and marshals preferred to develop tank construction, build airplanes, aircraft carriers and battleships. And what did they need some fairy tales about nuclear bombs for? That is, both the Germans and the Russians were indifferent to this problem.
  Moreover, there were enough raw materials to not have to worry about energy supplies, at least in the near future.
  So, despite all the coldness of the Pentagon and the White House, the initiative involuntarily passed to the USA. And the matter here is not only in the fear that the Russians or Germans will go further and put pressure on the New World, but also in the economy.
  Having lost the opportunity to receive oil from Asia, Africa, and the Middle East, the United States still had its own wells in Texas and Florida, and began development in Alaska.
  But the US population grew. Russia did not interfere with immigration, and the population continued to grow rapidly. Blacks and Arabs were especially willing to leave for the US.
  The American economy was growing, and there were more and more cars.
  And so began the search for nuclear fuel and an atomic reaction that could provide colossal energy.
  Ten years have passed since the end of World War II. Hitler's Germany has a new weapon: flying discs capable of not only flying at great speed, but also remaining virtually invulnerable to small arms fire.
  In addition, the Germans managed to launch an artificial satellite into orbit and, most importantly, in June 1951, the first man into space.
  Tsarist Russia was a little late, and only went into full swing in August of this year. In fascist Italy, changes occurred that same year. Benedito Mussolini, a contender for the title of Julius Caesar, died. In general, the Italian dictator was successful in governance. Taking into account the conquests in Africa, including Ethiopia, the territory controlled by Italy increased almost three and a half times during his reign. In addition, Benedito managed to snatch part of France in Europe, including Toulon.
  But he was not allowed to go into Albania and Greece - these are territories within the sphere of influence of the Russian Empire.
  Benedito could certainly be called great and a conqueror, although the Italian army did not shine with its exploits. But his son and heir considered himself no worse than his father.
  And he took the autumn of 1951 and invaded Albania and Greece... It is not for nothing that they say that all great wars begin suddenly.
  Vladimir the Third was even glad of such an occasion. Italy's possessions in Africa are large, even more extensive than Germany's. So why not take them away if there is a good reason?
  Russian troops began military operations on November 7, 1951, attacking Ethiopia, Libya and Sudan. Russian units are stronger, more numerous and more combat-ready than Italian ones.
  So they quickly began to crush the army of the macaroni people... But no one expected that, without any warning, Adolf Hitler would come out on the side of Mussolini Jr.
  Although if you look into it, there was nothing particularly unexpected.
  Germany lost the First World War to Russia and lost most of its territory in Russia. And if the Germans managed to return what they had lost in the West with interest, then in the East, frankly speaking, they were simply left with nothing.
  So Hitler really counted on his new weapons, especially the discs and flying saucers. In addition, the Fuhrer believed that this time it would be easier to fight Russia than in the First World War, since Germany and Italy would wage war without a second front.
  It was also calculated that Japan, offended by the Russians, would also enter the war in the Far East and tie up the enemy there. Maybe Portugal and Spain would join the coalition, as would Britain and France? They were much closer to Germany than to Russia. And some hopes were pinned on the USA!
  Moreover, America built an impressive navy, many aircraft carriers and modernized its tank fleet - although it was still inferior in quantity and quality to the vehicles of the Old World army.
  The social system in Tsarist Russia remained an autocratic and absolute monarchy. The Tsar and Emperor of All Rus' had full power: executive, legislative and judicial. There was no parliament. There was a State Council of persons appointed by the Emperor, but it had only advisory rights. The Tsar himself issued laws, as well as decrees. He also had the right to execute and pardon, although, of course, the court remained. Jury trials were liquidated after the murder of Nicholas II, so that the judicial corps was also appointed and removed by the Tsar, or officials appointed by the Emperor.
  This system had its advantages and disadvantages. On the one hand, the emperor could quickly solve this or that problem without any disputes or agreements, but on the other hand, the excessive concentration of power in one hand suppressed initiative and gave great opportunities to the bureaucracy. It also gave birth to various favorites. Vladimir was not distinguished by excessive hypocrisy and marital fidelity. Although women did not have much influence on his policy.
  In the field of tank building, tsarist Russia had many powerful and heavy machines. However, the experience of military operations in Africa showed that the running qualities of a tank are extremely important. As a result, the main Russian tank did not go beyond forty-five tons. Since greater weight gave rise to problems with cross-country ability, even with wide tracks.
  The Tsar loved heavy tanks, but his advisers dissuaded the Emperor from mass-producing them. But the sixty-ton machine was available in two thousand copies. And the most mass-produced tank, the Nikolai-3, was manufactured in sixty-three thousand copies.
  And the machine itself weighs forty-five tons, and the gun is 122 mm in caliber. The frontal armor is two hundred millimeters, the rear and sides are 120 mm, the layout scheme is classic.
  Hitler was seriously interested in heavy vehicles. And he wanted to have superiority over the "Nikolai" in a serial tank. The German vehicle swelled in weight to 75 tons and this was already the limit, due to the fact that a large mass is extremely difficult to transport by rail.
  The German vehicle was armed with a 128-mm gun, had 250-mm frontal armor, and 180-mm side and rear armor. The layout is also close to the classic one.
  Numerically, the German tank was three times inferior to the Soviet one. Not to mention the difficulties in using overly heavy machines.
  However, Russian equipment is scattered over vast areas, and on the European section of the front there is an approximate equality of both the number of vehicles and infantry. Although, in general, the Russian army is much larger than the German one. And Russia has a huge population: it includes India, China, most of Africa, the Middle East, Persia, Indochina and much more.
  Of course, Hitler's decision to attack Tsarist Russia, even taking into account that Japan and Italy, and possibly France and Britain, were on his side, was a colossal gamble. But the Fuhrer was a huge adventurer.
  It should be noted that the flying discs, with which the Third Reich had such high hopes, were not very effective in practice. The creation of a strong laminar jet led to huge fuel consumption, and the flight time of the flying saucers turned out to be comparatively short. So they could operate, even taking into account the enormous speed at not particularly significant distances. In addition, the laminar jet protected the flying disc from small arms, but in turn interfered with firing from the flying saucer.
  So the Germans could only drop radio-controlled missiles from their discs, and then at a narrow angle, or by turning off the laminar flow, but becoming vulnerable for the time being.
  But, in any case, Hitler decided to attack Russia, and threw down his cards. In addition, the fascist was afraid that if Italy was defeated, they would take him on too. He, the mustachioed one, trusted no one.
  Initially, the Nazis achieved success due to the surprise of the attack and the better organization of their troops. But the timing of the attack was poor. It started snowing, and the tanks started to skid. The Fritzes could have captured part of Poland, including Krakow, but they got bogged down near Warsaw.
  The Russian military machine was spinning up... Japan, as the Fuhrer expected, entered the war, but its fleet had no superiority over the Russian Pacific fleet, and the battles were approximately equal. And Japan practically did not divert its ground forces from the Western theater of military operations. In addition, the samurai were inferior to the Russians in the air, both in number and quality. And the Land of the Rising Sun was able to capture only a few small islands.
  Cautious Franco and Salazar were in no hurry to enter the war. Russia was a very strong enemy. We had to wait and see. In real history, Franco limited himself to sending a blue division of fascist volunteers during World War II.
  Now the balance of power looked especially unequal in Africa.
  Italy quickly lost its possessions on the black continent.
  In the spring of 1952, the Tsarist army launched an offensive in East Prussia and was able to break through the enemy's deeply echeloned defense. The Nazis barely managed to stop the advance of the Tsarist army at Königsberg, but the imperial troops began to advance on the Sudetenland and Krakow.
  It turned out that the more agile Russian tanks were quite capable of fighting a heavy, but less maneuverable enemy. The Chinese divisions, under the command of Russian generals, also showed themselves quite well.
  The Germans were forced to leave Krakow... And then, due to the threat of encirclement, they began to retreat from the Vistula to the Oder.
  No, this was not the course of the war that the possessed Fuhrer expected. But he himself is to blame. Moreover, the French and the English, having had their fill of fascist occupation, were not at all eager to die for the Fuhrer. So reinforcements were disrupted, and the vassal countries wanted to trivially sit it out.
  And the worse things were going for the Germans at the front.
  By winter, the Germans had lost all their possessions in Africa. And by spring, during the winter, they had retreated to the Oder. Russian troops liberated Prague and the Sudetenland, and approached Vienna. They also defeated Italy and occupied Rome, Naples, and Sicily. So the spring of 1953 did not promise anything good for the fascists. However, on April 8, 1953, Hitler suddenly died. The new leadership of Germany desperately asked for peace.
  Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov generously agreed. But the Germans paid dearly for it. The new border now ran along the Oder: Belgium, Holland, Denmark received sovereignty, but within the framework of a vassal of the Russian Empire. France regained its previously lost possessions, but became even more dependent on Russia.
  Italy and Germany lost all their colonies, which now became the property of the royal crown. Italy itself also received the status of a Russian vassal, and Sicily and Sardinia directly became part of the empire of Vladimir III.
  Germany also lost much of its independence and paid large reparations.
  Japan also lost all its possessions, except its own territory, and was forced to become a vassal state. And Tsar Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov also received the title of Emperor of Japan.
  Of course, that part of Australia that previously belonged to the Land of the Rising Sun also came under Russian control.
  In August 1953, the United States finally tested an atomic bomb. Eight years late, but the nuclear genie was out of the bottle. In any case, progress cannot be stopped. And the appearance of an atomic bomb is inevitable. In the most extreme scenario, nuclear weapons could appear no more than twenty years later than in reality.
  With some delay, the tsarist government also began to develop its response.
  So far the US could not decide to go to war with such a powerful empire. Moreover, it is not so easy to get the main Russian industrial and economic centers from overseas.
  And the production of nuclear charges required both time and money! The US had the money, but time was running out. Tsarist Russia, with its resources and powerful intellectual potential, very quickly made up for the lag in this area. And in 1956, Vladimir the Third also had an atomic bomb.
  Significantly inferior to Russia in population and resources, the capitalist and democratic United States gradually lost its trump cards.
  The only thing they could do was use nuclear weapons as a deterrent and try to undermine Tsarist Russia from within. But so far they have failed.
  Vladimir Kirillovich had no male descendants from his first wife, so he married again. And he produced an heir, naming him Georgy.
  Tsarist Russia was expanding into space. In 1959, about a year before the Americans, a man flew to the Moon. Then in 1971 to Mars. The alternative world became safer than reality.
  In 1975, a man landed on Venus. In 1980, on Mercury. In 1981, on one of Jupiter's satellites. And in 1992, the very year of Vladimir Kirillovich Romanov's death, a Russian cosmonaut proudly stepped onto Pluto.
  George I inherited the crown at the age of eighteen. And in general, it can be said that Vladimir III - the Great spent his 54-year reign very successfully. And then the Romanov dynasty continued.
  
  THE WISDOM OF CHARLES THE TWELFTH
  Charles the Twelfth, apparently foreseeing the futility of war with the boundless Russia, agreed to peace with Peter the Great on moderate terms. The Tsarist Empire returned the previously conquered cities to the Swedes, and recognized their territorial acquisitions, and the puppet king in Poland.
  In principle, Russia did not concede anything to the Swedes that it had before the war, but it did not gain anything. And many people died. And they had to return Petersburg, which cost so much. But peace was found. If Peter the Great had known how the continuation of the war with the Swedes would have ended, he would have continued it without any doubt.
  But that's the world... Then a not very successful war with Turkey, and the loss of Azov.
  And then the war with China. They had already fought and conceded some things. Now Peter the Great wanted revenge in the east. But he failed to win back the lands.
  And many people died. Thus Peter the Great did not become great. And Russia suffered a large loss of population under him. True, factories were built in the Urals and manufactories appeared.
  Sweden subjugated Poland, and Charles XII was crowned.
  And its army became one of the strongest in the world. Moreover, Britain and France were weakened. And they no longer played the same role as Spain.
  And so Charles XII conquered Norway as well, and was crowned in Denmark. Then he grabbed more lands in Germany. In fact, he conquered most of the German lands up to the Rhine. And in the south he reached Austria.
  The King of Sweden ruled until 1750, for more than fifty years, and went down in history as the Great and the conqueror.
  After which Gustavus Adolphus II reigned, also a very young king when he came to the throne, since Charles XII had married quite late, at forty-five. And his son was only sixteen when he came to the throne.
  But Gustav Adolf, like his father, was very warlike. By this time, Elizabeth II had ascended to the throne in Russia. She did not interfere in Europe, and tried to advance Russia in the south.
  Russia and Sweden even entered into an alliance and fought together against Turkey. Austria also entered the war. The Ottoman Empire could not withstand the coalition's blow and was defeated. And Constantinople was taken.
  Then they captured Asia Minor...
  The Ottoman Empire ceased to exist. And its territory was divided between Russia, Great Sweden and Austria.
  For Tsarist Russia, it was an outlet to the Black Sea and ports. Elizabeth also annexed Kazakhstan, and even began to call herself the Great - much cooler than her father.
  Then there was a war between Sweden and Austria. And Austria was conquered. So another empire fell. And then, taking advantage of the revolution in France, Gustavus Adolphus conquered it, as well as Belgium and Holland. And some time later, Italy, where riots also broke out. And he also took the papal states. The Swedish king ruled until 1802 - fifty-two years, and like his father, Charles XII, he died at sixty-eight.
  He was succeeded by his grandson this time. Also young, about seventeen years old, Charles the Thirteenth. However, despite the ominous number, the new king was quite successful.
  He captured Spain and Portugal and began to conquer their colonies, where he encountered Britain. But after Nelson's death, the English began to lose to the mighty Sweden. In addition, Russia, defeated on land, agreed to join the great empire.
  As a result, Britain was defeated. And the Swedes gained a foothold in Latin America and Africa. And also India and many colonial lands.
  Sweden also landed in Australia and established settlements there.
  Tsarist Russia managed to conquer some of the Middle East and Iran. Egypt was ceded to the Swedes. In 1853, Charles XIII died.
  And the new emperor became Magnus. He was already quite mature, thirty-three years old, and immediately began a war with Russia.
  By this time Britain had lost all its colonies and was weakened. But Russia was strong.
  The superior forces of the Swedes took Moscow and Petersburg. Menshikov turned out to be a mediocre commander and lost all the battles. Nicholas I died.
  And Magnus was solemnly crowned on the Russian throne. He also became the Emperor of All Rus'.
  After which the Swedes no longer had any serious opponents, since China had also weakened by this time.
  The colonial expansion continued. Magnus died in 1880, at the age of sixty, having lived somewhat less than all three of his predecessors.
  But his son, Charles XIV, who was thirty-five years old, continued the policy of conquests.
  The last major war was the conquest of China. It lasted about ten years in total. There were still too many Chinese, although their troops were significantly inferior in quality. But now China has been conquered. And the Swedish king became the head of China.
  In 1913, the magic of numbers, Karl XIV died at the age of sixty-eight. And Karl XV succeeded him. He was about thirty-six years old. He completed the conquest of the last territories on planet Earth that did not belong to Sweden. And he ended the history of wars.
  After which the history of space conquest began. Flights to the Moon, Mars, and other planets of the solar system. Humanity is one and indivisible.
  And by the end of the twentieth century, all the planets of the solar system are under the control of humanity.
  And in 2020, the first expedition between the stars began. A flight to other worlds. This time to the star Sirius, where there were several harsh, but theoretically habitable planets.
  And on the throne is Charles the Seventeenth, and his rule is quite stable. Although sometimes there are conspiracies. But there is a strong parliament and controlled democracy. People live well, and they want new worlds and expansion. However, perhaps soon there will be a finally established republican form of government and a rotating power.
  So big changes are ahead. Or maybe dynamic stability!
  
  STALIN'S POWER OVER THE WORLD
  It so happened that Stalin managed to enslave the entire globe. This alternative development of world history was the result of a small shift in chance in one matter.
  When relations between Yugoslavia and the Third Reich reached their breaking point in April, and then the real war and the Wehrmacht aggression began, Stalin made a sensible decision. Namely, he came to the aid of Yugoslavia, which by that time had already concluded a friendship treaty with Soviet Russia.
  On April 6, 1941, after a massive bombing of major cities, railway junctions and airfields, Germany and Hungary invade Yugoslavia. At the same time, Italian troops, supported by the Germans, carry out another offensive in Greece. By April 8, the armed forces of Yugoslavia are cut into several parts and effectively cease to exist as a single entity. On April 9, German troops, having passed through Yugoslav territory, enter Greece and capture Thessaloniki, forcing the Greek East Macedonian Army to capitulate. On April 10, the Germans capture Zagreb.
  On April 11, the Soviet Union declares war on Germany, and its troops cross the border of the Third Reich.
  The tactical surprise achieved by the Soviet troops and the significant superiority in tanks and aircraft made themselves felt from the very first days of the offensive.
  At first, the Germans did not really believe in the reality of the offensive. But then it turned out that the Red Army was fighting quite well.
  But the Germans don't know how to defend themselves properly. And they are not at all suited to a defensive war.
  And the Soviet tanks KV-2 and T-34 are indeed the best in the world. Maybe the "thirty-four" has poor visibility, weak optics, and in the very first models, the turret rotates manually, but in armament and armor they have no opponent.
  But the most important thing is that the Nazis had no maps, and the Russians captured the bridges undestroyed, and the main warehouses with ammunition and fuel were located near the border.
  Only on the Oder River itself were the Germans, having transferred significant forces from France and mobilized all their forces, able to halt the advance of the Soviet army.
  But by this time their situation had become almost hopeless: Romania and Hungary were lost in the first month, Bulgaria went over to the USSR, the Germans were defeated in Yugoslavia. Control over Slovenia and Czechoslovakia was lost.
  But Berlin could not be captured immediately. The Germans held the city for almost three months, which they took only in August. Germany itself floundered in agony for another month, and the loss of the Ruhr region capitulated on September 25.
  The Soviet Union managed to reach the English Channel, Churchill, it is true, managed to land in Normandy, but the Red Army entered Paris first.
  And then it turned out that nothing was over yet.
  Then the English spent a long time making excuses and arguing about who opened fire first.
  But history is written by the victors. Stalin defeated the British on land, and together with Japan began a war against the British Lion and the USA.
  At first England, and especially America, seemed impregnable beyond the seas and oceans, protected by their huge navy. But Japan smashed the American armada piece by piece. The first strong blow: Peru Harbor, then new crushing punches followed.
  The Japanese were winning so quickly that Stalin barely had time to send troops into India and Bangladesh, where the Red Army was greeted with great jubilation.
  The defeat of America and the submarine warfare started by the USSR undermined the power of Britain. Relying on the resources of all of Europe, and then Africa, with most of Asia, Stalin began a major air offensive against Britain.
  Thousands, tens of thousands of Soviet bombers leveled English cities to dust. This continued until the fleet was knocked out.
  On November 7, 1942, the landings in the metropolis began. Britain held out for only a couple of weeks.
  In 1943, an invasion took place through Alaska and the Japanese captured the Isthmus of Panama.
  The war with the USA became protracted and bitter. Every step was taken with great difficulty.
  In 1946, New York and Washington fell. The Americans, however, managed to slam the door loudly at the end - using nuclear weapons. But they only burned a couple of Soviet divisions, several hundred thousand of their own citizens.
  The end of World War II occurred on September 5, 1946. Four years later, Stalin was forced to defeat Japan, which threatened to acquire nuclear weapons.
  The war lasted another five months, and the USSR established its final dominance in the world.
  Joseph Vissarionovich managed to include all the countries of the world into the USSR. The Greatest Leader of All Times and Nations lived until 1971. In real history, Stalin was poisoned. Here he handed over the throne to his grandson Alexander Stalin. Of course, a lot of blood was shed, and the Moloch of repression worked without interruption. Under Alexander Vasilyevich, some liberalization occurred. But not for long.
  The Soviet Union successfully explored space. Humanity is united and strives for other worlds. The astronaut has already set foot on Mars, Venus, Mercury, landed on Jupiter's satellite. Real cities are being built on the Moon.
  During the return of the cosmonaut from Pluto, an assassination attempt on Alexander Stalin took place. At the time of his rise to power, he was only thirty years old. At the time of the assassination attempt, he was only seventy and forty years old, like Solomon's successful reign.
  On Earth, hunger is over, terrorism is almost over, there are no wars, and even prisons are half empty and look more like scout camps than criminal zones. Drug addiction has almost disappeared, alcohol is not very popular, although it is not prohibited, as is tobacco, which has lost its popularity. Total literacy, free education and medicine.
  And even in the matter of life extension, progress was already being made.
  Well, there is no smell of real democracy. The elections, frankly speaking, are fictitious, at best a competition between two or three pre-agreed, verified candidates.
  For a long time, both Stalin and Alexander himself were elected without an alternative. But recently, pocket oppositionists have appeared. But still, the leader's grandson confidently took ninety-nine percent with a little bit.
  So the assassination attempt that happened in 2011 is nonsense. And it was successful.
  Alexander left no sons behind, and power was seized by the head of the all-powerful planetary security, Nero ibn Totalitarian. Nero's real name, and Totalitarian is a pseudonym.
  The word totalitarianism itself was not a swear word. The USSR, one on the entire planet, was considered an example of a positive state controlling everything and everyone. The ideology is communist, although not everything has remained from Marx, but it is developing according to plan. Money, however, has not been abolished yet, since the people are not mature yet.
  Formally, religion was atheism with a cult of leaders, but... With a touch of myth. For example, they already believed in the existence of the soul, and some supernatural forces. Although this was already approaching a mixture of paganism.
  And Stalin is a great idol.
  Nero, in general, did not destroy the cult of his predecessors, but shed streams of blood, strengthening his power.
  Mass repressions at the top were accompanied by purges at the bottom. Besides, the planet Earth was already threatened with resettlement. The birth rate is high, and the death rate is much lower than in reality.
  And Nero introduced criminal liability from the age of five, and the vicious practice of imprisoning children, either on the basis of one denunciation, or in general - planned. And adults, of course, too. Hundreds of millions of people on the scale of planet Earth ended up in camps, and tens of millions were shot. Moreover, the sadist Totalitarian justified this by the need to use the planet's resources sparingly. Flights to the stars were still fantasy, and the exploration of the Solar System was an extremely expensive undertaking.
  And the prisoners were content with little; they require far fewer resources, and the planetary-scale GULAG produces a lot of everything.
  And, of course, the main thing is the path to conquering other worlds. But for now the machine of repression works - like Moloch.
  An eleven-year-old boy, got into the millstones by accident, on the denunciation of an offended classmate. He went through torture, and for a short time worked unbearably hard at a construction site. But by the will of the Boy-Creator, Sphero moved to the hyperveer universes, and now he could enjoy fairy-tale adventures.
  -At ease! - Oleg Rybachenko shouted and rushed to get dressed. Thanks to the auto-adjustment, it all took a split second. The spider alligators continued to climb, but behind the force screen they were no longer scary. The boy raised and lowered his hands, crushed the monsters like cockroaches, some of them, however, simply went under the water. Of those who were unlucky, only brown spots remained.
  - Well, you toothy ones, you're finished. You'll learn how to pester a person. - The tapir shook his finger. The threat caused waves to pass, and a tree as large as a baobab standing on the opposite bank collapsed.
  - I can move mountains. That's strength. - The boy had never felt so good, power was seething inside him, and he really wanted one of the three moons that gave night light to the planet Loyalty to Communism - that's what the Earth was renamed - to be nearby.
  The memories slightly clouded the joy, then his face brightened.
  - Know, treacherous Nero, I will return, and then you will beg for death. Being dissolved alive in acid and crucified on a star will be a blessing for you. - Oleg Rybachenko clenched his fist tightly, the purple clouds in the sky suddenly thickened, and rain began to drip, then a torrential downpour.
  Its streams did not touch the securely covered boy. Then Oleg Rybachenko ran his hand over the top, smoothing the sky. The rain died down, it became sunny again, and against this background nature seemed less ominous. However, the surprises did not end there. From the forest appeared colored balls, the size of a good barrel.
  They jumped high, made throws, gradually growing in size. The surface of the planet shook, the earth cracked. Having flown into Oleg Rybachenko, they crashed into the defense, having hit, they were crumpled, flattened, some burst. When they exploded, they scattered acid, the leaves on which it fell - turned yellow, blackened, curled up into a tube. Lava flowed from cracks and crevices on the surface of the planet, it seemed that thousands of evil spirits were flying out of the fiery Gehenna.
  - Biom, how can we stop this? - Oleg Rybachenko asked the computer.
  - Use a mental command to turn on the power radiation at full power and move your hands in front of you.
  The boy's eyes widened:
  -How?
  The robot answered indifferently:
  -Because in your primitive universe they iron with an iron.
  Oleg Rybachenko obeyed, the swollen balls began to shrink, and then completely fell off. Deep cracks gradually smoothed out, only the burnt surface remained.
  - Don't worry, Tapir, everything will grow back. - Biom squeaked.
  The boy jumped up happily:
  - I'm not worried. The planet is big, and the scorched desert adds extra color to the landscape.
  Broken charred trees littered the path, and there was a fire here and there. The tapir really wanted to walk barefoot on the burning coals. He remembered that his body was now stronger and regenerated instantly. And indeed, the scratches healed incredibly quickly, leaving no scars. Throwing off his hypersuit, he angrily raked the ashes with his bare heels. It burned a little and tickled, but the sensations were generally pleasant. The boy scooped up a handful of ashes and stuck them in his mouth. His tongue burned even more, and he spat out the nasty stuff.
  -Brr! My mouth feels like it's full of shit. Boy Oleg was full of annoyance. - New flesh is no guarantee of insensitivity to pain.
  The computer reassured the child in a peculiar manner:
  -What did you expect? Besides, your body hasn't fully adapted to hyperplasma yet. You'll become even stronger with time.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered in annoyance:
  - I hope so. Otherwise I couldn't tear the tentacle apart.
  The electronic device continued:
  -They have a very strong muscle structure, twelve times stronger than a normal person. And in the cell there are four nuclei and sixteen monoblock infusoria. The crystal lattice structure itself is thirty-fifth.
  The kid who escaped from prison waved it off:
  - No need to lecture me, consider yourself consoled, I"m not such a weakling.
  The hand computer was offended:
  - Actually, I'm Biom and it's better to address me in the masculine gender.
  The boy raised his hand in the usual pioneer salute:
  -I don't mind!
  Oleg Rybachenko walked barefoot on the coals for some time, trying to choose the hottest ones, and when the sensations dried up, he plunged into the river again. There he began to depict aerobatics, diving deep. The boy clearly wanted to summon the monsters. But as luck would have it, no one else showed up. Several spider-like alligators watched him from afar and did not try to approach.
  -Apparently I've caused a stir here, - the boy, a candidate for superman, giggled. - It's not for nothing that they say - man is the king of nature. Or you could say anion is the autocrat of the universe.
  The child saw a small six-legged frog, it was orange with purple speckles and brightly reflected in the rays of five luminaries. The tapir suddenly rushed forward, using the swimming style of "frightened antelope". The charming "toad" did not try to get away.
  When the boy picked her up, she squealed.
  -Now kiss me.
  Oleg Rybachenko's eyes widened:
  -For what!?
  The frog cackled:
  -You boys always do that.
  The boy-terminator immediately remembered the fairy tale where the prince turns the frog into a princess:
  - However, I did not think that anions from another universe have a similar epic. However, given the physiological similarity, some things should coincide. For example, fluoride applicators are completely different from us, they do not even have a stable form - they are amorphous.
  The frog continued to flirt:
  -It's natural. You will kiss me, young prince.
  Oleg the boy frowned:
  - No way, I'm already big and I don't believe in fairy tales.
  - So I'm disgusting to you. - The frog began to cry, her tears sparkling like pearls.
  Oleg Rybachenko looked at her with sympathy: her skin was so smooth, as if polished.
  He felt ashamed of his disgust, and he kissed her warm little face.
  The feeling was unusual and sweet.
  Suddenly, his eyes swam and in a second, instead of the frog, a girl of wondrous beauty appeared before him, barely covered only by a shock of fiery copper hair. Oleg Rybachenko recoiled in surprise. The angelic creature stretched out her hands to him.
  -My boy, this is your first time.
  The precocious boy was embarrassed:
  - No. I've kissed girls before, but this is the first time I've done it like this...
  Oleg Rybachenko blushed deeply. And moving his tongue heavily, he added.
  -You are so big, you must be from another planet or galaxy.
  The girl giggled and showed her sharp tongue:
  - Not exactly, I am also an anion, but I really like to travel. I have been to several universes, although the process of moving is very difficult, you may not return.
  The boy explorer remarked vaguely:
  -I was taught that this is how it is.
  The girl, quite large and too old for the Anion race, continued:
  -But a new scientist has just appeared who can simplify this process.
  The boy confirmed more affirmatively than questioningly:
  -You have many scientists.
  Continuing to swim, they came out on the shore, Oleg Rybachenko felt ashamed, and he quickly threw on his combat suit. The girl, although naked, seemed not at all embarrassed, however, the Anions had a sense of decency and did not hang around the city naked. The boy barely reached her naked chest.
  The naked women's games were cast like golden bronze, and their voices like the silver of a bell:
  -Well, shall we take another walk in the wild world or return to the city and talk with the new man of science.
  The boy blurted out as if he didn"t understand:
  -Whose husband?
  The girl, jumping and swaying her lush hips, cooed:
  -Yes, there is, they say from another universe, now he really is ours.
  The boy was surprised and added:
  -But you're too big and you'll be conspicuous.
  -Oh, that's what you mean.
  The girl moved her shoulders, spreading her long golden hair with diamond stars like an umbrella. Then she shook it.
  Before Oleg Rybachenko could blink, a girl of about the same height as him appeared in front of him. Her thick hair was divided into three bunches - blue, yellow, and red each.
  Having transformed, the beauty winked at the boy:
  -Well, now I look more like an anion.
  Oleg Rybachenko was in a state of shock:
  -Wow! How do you do that? Miracles.
  - I visited a universe where magic reigns, and I learned a lot there. Besides, the science of hyperplasma allows you to change your appearance so easily. - The alien girl straightened her waist proudly.
  The little boy became so curious:
  -So science or magic?
  Cutie-anion, explained:
  - Maybe both. Our civilization is still relatively young and developing rapidly. Over time, we will learn what now seems like science fiction.
  Oleg Rybachenko said quite sincerely:
  -And even now it seems to me that I live in a fairy-tale world.
  The eternal girl flew up into the air. She behaved like a hyperactive child. She spun like a top, sparkled and said:
  - Of course, we are happy, but what was it like for our ancestors, they disappeared without having time to taste the benefits of civilization, but let's not talk about sad things. We were able, using reason, to catch onto the wheel of time.
  - And it's even worse for us. - Oleg Rybachenko hastened to put in a word. - People grow old, become decrepit and unattractive, and then die in agony.
  The anion girl paused for a moment, and a malachite-colored spotlight lit up her forehead. The beautiful alien purred:
  - Nature is cruel, but reason is given to make it humane and fair. If you want, we will visit other worlds together, where we will help the unfortunate.
  Oleg Rybachenko hastened to seize the bird of luck:
  -Of course, you guessed my wish. But I have just one question for you.
  The girl crossed the swords that had appeared out of nowhere above her head. They struck out a pattern of sparks. And the warrior herself was laconic:
  -Speak.
  The boy expressed his innermost thought:
  -If you can look like an adult, then you can turn me into a man too.
  The female anion chirped, the swords turned into laurel branches, and the tone became much sweeter:
  -This is fraught with unpredictable consequences, it is better to study you carefully first, but in principle it is possible.
  The boy almost exploded:
  - I don"t like the word in principle, it"s equivalent to the polite "no!"
  Oleg Rybachenko thought that he had said something very smart; the boy straightened his shoulders proudly.
  The girl lit the swords above herself again, this time five at once. And it was clear that she was angry:
  -Why so categorically? I can do a lot, that is from the time that moves along a sinusoid and suddenly I won't be able to make you a boy again or you'll grow old. Do you want to become an old man?
  Oleg Rybachenko even shuddered.
  -No! This is terrible.
  The anion girl agreed and winced:
  -That's right, I was an old lady once and the feeling wasn't pleasant. It's good that it didn't last long.
  Oleg Rybachenko looked around, a twenty-legged dragon was crawling out of the ground. Its head resembled a drilling rig, its mouth was round, and the rows of teeth converged inward.
  The boy wanted to attack the new enemy, but the girl stopped him.
  -Why touch him, he's tame. Better let him eat.
  The boy muttered, spreading his hands:
  -I don't have it with me.
  -Then I'll cast a spell on him - magoplasma.
  The girl leaned back and twirled her hair. A pink cloud appeared, it grew quickly, and descended from the sky onto the scorched earth. Then the vapors dissipated. Oleg Rybachenko gasped.
  He had never seen such a huge cake, in addition to its size, it was very beautifully and fancifully decorated. Many flowers, animals, stars, birds and sea fish decorated it. This grandiose construction looked very impressive.
  - Yes, you can feed a million kids with it, - whispered Oleg Rybachenko.
  - Not even a million, but a billion! - The girl giggled.
  The boy exclaimed with pathos:
  -But in this way we can solve the problem of hunger in the universe. Give children more daily bread!
  The eternally young witch sadly remarked:
  - Well, if only it were that simple. What is created by magic is not durable. And in an hour this cake will disappear.
  Oleg Rybachenko made a decisive conclusion:
  -So we need to eat faster!
  The anion girl dropped a pearl from her right eye:
  -And the stomachs will become empty - after all, it's an illusion. In general, in our universe, everything magical is extremely unstable, and so, where I was taught, the basis of the universe is witchcraft.
  The giant monster, attracted by the aroma, jumped up to the cake. It quickly dipped its muzzle into the multi-layered sponge cake. It devoured the sweet illusion with pleasure. Cream flowed down its massive jaws and necks. The beast no longer seemed scary, but rather funny.
  The boy even pretended to cry:
  -I even feel sorry for him, such a gigantic stomach will turn out to be empty.
  The girl burst out laughing:
  - Not one, but twenty-four stomachs.
  The boy felt a little uneasy:
  -This is awful, where did you get this?
  Eternal youth replied:
  -Brought from the Manuk galaxy. It's not for nothing that we have a safari here, many people actually prefer other worlds, but there are plenty of horrors here too.
  Oleg Rybachenko laughed nervously:
  - Well, it's not scary. They don't look natural somehow.
  The girl put her finger to her lips and released a fiery spiral from there:
  -And you try to approach such a monster without a combat suit.
  The boy tensed his biceps and growled:
  -What do you think is weak?
  "You're taking a big risk," Biom squeaked.
  - A coward doesn't drink champagne, - Oleg Rybachenko snapped and added, - He who takes little risks doesn't drink champagne, and he who takes too much is content with chifir in prison!
  He took off his clothes and ran towards the mountain of muscles. It looked comical from the outside - a boy less than one and a half meters tall and a monster almost one and a half kilometers long.
  You can't even compare it to an ant. Oleg Rybachenko approached the cake, and the aroma of amber, pollen and honey hit his nostrils. He, a brave boy, scooped it up with his hand and tried it.
  -And what's delicious? Although everything in this world is amazing.
  Oleg Rybachenko approached, or rather flew up to the dragon, stroked the skin studded with thorns. Even the needles were ten meters long, and from a distance they seemed so unnoticeable. The beast did not feel the touch, the skin was too thick and armored. Oleg quietly called out to the monster, but it did not pay attention to the insignificant noise.
  -You've already shown that you're very brave. Go back.
  The boy became stubborn:
  - No way. I'll make him look at me.
  Oleg Rybachenko confidently climbed the thorns, relying on the folds and roughness. He apparently expected to reach one of the heads and stand opposite the eye. The new body had decent speed, but it still took a long time to crawl. The magical girl called out to him several times, but the naughty boy ignored her calls.
  Finally reaching the muzzle with a hundred-meter mouth. The product of a sick fantasy had just finished dessert. Oleg Rybachenko slid along the nose, slippery from cream, and could not resist, the air whirlwind sucked him in. A nostril as huge as a cave swallowed him.
  In order not to get it in his lungs, Oleg Rybachenko grabbed a pine-like hair. With difficulty, holding on with both hands. Then, having leveled out, he tried to go down. He succeeded, but as luck would have it, his head sneezed at that moment. It seemed as if an atomic bomb had exploded. The boy warrior was thrown up, then the hurricane threw him out of the funnel. Everything inside was squeezed, barely without crushing his bones. Then it became easier, Oleg Rybachenko even admired the rapid flight, like that of a jet rocket. Multicolored trees flashed below. Having flown a good five kilometers, he crashed into thick thorny bushes.
  
  THE GREAT PATRIOTIC WAR MORE THAN FIFTEEN YEARS
  In 1943, the Fuhrer, along with the declaration of total war, made some relatively reasonable steps. In particular, he agreed with Rommel and evacuated the Italian and German troops from Africa, where it was impossible to hold the front. As well as organize supplies.
  Moreover, the Fuhrer agreed with Guderian and decided to switch to a tight defense on the eastern front for now.
  The Germans left Africa and strengthened their troops in Sicily. Having rationally decided that, most likely, it will be there, they will strike. And Sardinia will not be held in case of force majeure anyway.
  As a result, the Germans were able to repel the Allied landing in Sicily in July and inflict huge losses on them. Stalin ordered the offensive on Orel and Belgorod, as well as Kharkov, to begin only on August 15.
  By this time the Germans had managed to thoroughly prepare and dig fortifications. In addition, the "Panther", "Tiger", "Ferdinand" are much more effective in defense than in attack. Especially the "Panther", extremely poorly protected from the sides, and vulnerable in attack even for forty-five and anti-tank rifles.
  But in defense, its powerful frontal armor and effective gun were very good.
  The T-4s also showed themselves to be quite good in defense; they had a powerful gun, decent frontal armor, but also weak side armor.
  The Germans managed to avoid defeat, and they, albeit with difficulty, held Orel and Belgorod. They were able to withstand defeat in the late summer and autumn.
  Only in the winter, having built up its strength, did the Red Army attack the enemy again.
  But the Germans, having transferred some of their forces from Europe, where the Allies were not conducting military operations, and of course were not planning a landing in the winter, were able to repel the Red Army"s offensive near Leningrad, and near Orel, Belgorod, and in the center in the Smolensk region.
  In addition, the Soviet command attacked on too broad a front and scattered its forces. And this also helped the Fritzes survive the harshest time for them: winter.
  In the spring, things were already easier. The Germans entered serial production of the ME-262 and more than a thousand of these aircraft were in service by June 1944. The more advanced Panther-2 also entered production; it weighed fifty-two tons, but was better protected, with a more powerful engine of 900 horsepower, and more inclined armor plates.
  This vehicle was effective, it could even ricochet the IS-2 with its sloped armor, and its silhouette was lower. In addition, the Panther-2 with an 88-mm cannon appeared. They are more lethal and penetrating.
  The USSR responded with the IS-2 and T-34-85. Also very powerful tanks, although weaker than the German ones.
  In the summer, the Germans did not attack, but prepared for defense. Especially for the landing in France. So the Allies were defeated in Sicily, Mussolini was not overthrown, and the Germans had more forces. And they were not distracted to the south.
  Total mobilization allowed for an increase in weapons production. The Germans acquired the TA-152 fighter, which could be both an attack aircraft and a frontline bomber, being an evolution of the Focke-Wulf.
  The fascists had everything: Faustpatrones, hydrogen peroxide submarines, and the new fighter NE-162, which was the best aircraft in terms of flight characteristics. But the latter machine turned out to be not very convenient for piloting, and required a certain skill.
  So, despite the low cost of production, the NE-162 did not become too widespread.
  But the ME-262 has very powerful armament (four 30-mm cannons) and is very durable.
  It caused a lot of trouble for the Allies. An unpleasant surprise appeared for the Germans: the E-10 tank destroyer. The self-propelled gun was small, very low, cheap and easy to manufacture. And completely effective. Especially when shooting close and from an ambush.
  It proved to be very flexible and practical. In any case, the Allies faced a stronger and better equipped German army than in real history. And Rommel had more authority.
  The Allies in Normandy were routed, losing more than half a million soldiers as prisoners alone. The Soviets tried to help by attacking in the center, but the Fritzes expected this. In addition, the front line was flat and easy to defend.
  And Mainstein was an outstanding commander. In favor of the Germans was the appearance of a more powerful and advanced machine gun MP-44, or assault rifle, which had no equal at that time.
  The Germans also had a lot of machine guns.
  The Red Army was on the offensive and got bogged down in battles with the enemy. They managed to advance only twenty to thirty kilometers.
  The Germans held out again. And for now they held out. In August and September, the Soviet troops tried to attack in the south, not very successfully. And again, only heavy losses. However, the Nazis also lost a fair amount, and the guerrilla war in the occupied territories took away their strength.
  . CHAPTER No 7
  Hitler was still sitting in deep defense. But the production of new tanks of the "E" series was being launched. Certain hopes were associated with it.
  The E-25 also turned out to be not a tank, but a self-propelled gun. But the vehicle turned out to be small and mobile.
  Great hopes were pinned on the E-50 and E-75. These tanks were to become the main ones. Although the E-100 was the first to be ready for serial production. Combat tests showed that this tank was well protected from all sides, especially by screens, and was powerfully armed. It turned out to be lower in silhouette than the "Maus", and lighter in weight, more mobile, and more transportable. However, its weight of 135 tons remained high, which made combat use difficult.
  But this tank was tested for the first time in the south, with a crew of five German girls.
  The powerful 128mm cannon was rapid-fire and quite lethal.
  Gerda fired the first shot. Her projectile flew the distance and hit the T-34.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Cool!
  Then Charlotte fired. Again the shell, describing an arc, hit a Soviet tank, tearing off its turret.
  The girl squeaked:
  - Beautiful!
  Then Christina fired and hit the target.
  After which she roared:
  - Finished move!
  And Magda followed suit. Moreover, the girl used her bare toes when shooting.
  The warrior squealed:
  - For our victory!
  And finally Shella struck. She smashed the enemy and barked:
  - To our successes!
  This is how the five worked...
  Next are the game moments of tank battles. In 1945, the first German tanks E-50 and E-75 appeared. They were not yet completely perfect and successful. The E-75 turned out to be too heavy, more than ninety tons, and the E-50 was not sufficiently protected from the side, although it had good frontal protection, and most importantly, speed.
  However, the German tanks fought well.
  However, the Fritzes held the defenses for the winter. And only in March did they try to attack in the south. And they achieved some success, but suffered heavy losses and stopped. The war was becoming more and more like the First World War with a slow-moving front.
  The USSR has not yet launched the T-54 or later models of the IS into production. The IS-3 did appear, however. The new tank was better protected in the front, but more difficult to manufacture. And with sloped armor plates on the turret.
  The year 1945 was spent in battles and exchanges of blows. The front line is not very mobile. The Allies are still bombing the Germans, but they are suffering damage from jet aircraft.
  Forty-sixth year, the battles are still going on. The T-54 appeared on the fronts, but it is not so perfect. The frontal armor of the turret is only 150 mm, which is also not bad. The IS-4 is also in service. The Germans are serially producing the E-75, and are trying to improve this machine.
  And the forty-seventh year was marked by the appearance of the E-75 with a lower silhouette, less weight, and a powerful engine. And also the Soviet IS-7. And so the rivalry of the machines began. The E-75 and IS-7 came closer in terms of running characteristics, and armament, and also armor. And they began to compete with each other.
  The German still turned out to be heavier and better protected from the sides.
  In short, 1947 was marked by tank rivalry.
  The Allies, tired of the war, actually curtailed military operations. So the Third Reich could produce a lot of equipment without bombing. And of course, the richest opportunities opened up for describing combat games in the style of "tanks".
  Confrontation of the E-50, which also became lower in silhouette and more mobile, against the T-54.
  Here are four Soviet soldiers fighting in a T-54: Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina and Svetlana.
  Beautiful warriors in bikinis.
  Natasha shoots, knocks down the Fritz with a precise hit from a 100-millimeter cannon and says:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Zoya also fires at the enemy and shouts:
  - Glory to the Great Fatherland!
  And he slaps his bare foot on the armor.
  But Augustine will also hit the enemy. She will crush the Fritz and sing:
  - How we lived, fighting,
  And not fearing death...
  So we'll break Hitler,
  Jaw - crunch!
  And in fact, Svetlana is in battle. The girl also fights very actively. And she hits the fascists like a punch.
  And he will sing:
  - We remember by heart how our ancestors fought for Kievan Rus!
  The four girls are very dashing. Here Natasha will press the joystick with her bare toes and release an extremely lethal gift of death.
  He will knock out a fascist and sing:
  - For Stalin the hero!
  Here Zoya will also shoot at the Nazis and sing:
  - For Soviet Russia!
  And her bare feet are so nimble. And they press very precisely and deftly.
  Then Augustine fires. She's a very accurate girl. As soon as this red-haired devil fires, she'll sweep away the enemy. She'll cut off his head and sing:
  - Glory to the Fatherland! Let's live under communism!
  And winks at his fellow girls.
  And her bare toes are so nimble.
  Next, Svetlana leads the fire. This girl is a hurricane.
  And the blonde will also press the joystick keys with her bare toes and completely wipe out the fascists.
  And then he chirps:
  - The first falcon is Lenin, the second falcon is Stalin!
  The girls work in the T-54, to glory. And they dodge enemy shells skillfully. And they hit the fascists thoroughly and accurately. No force can stop such warriors.
  Especially if the feet are bare and sharpened. And they hit with laser precision.
  Natasha even sang, twirling her luxurious hips:
  - No one will stop us!
  Zoya, firing with her bare toes, added:
  - Your Reich will not defeat us!
  Augustina, shooting at the Fritzes, said:
  - We, Komsomol members, are crushing the enemy!
  And with her bare toes she kicked her opponent.
  And Svetlana added in a rage:
  - We, Komsomol members, salute the heroes!
  And he also presses the joystick buttons with his bare toes. And he blows the fascists into torn pieces of metal.
  The girls are steering their tank away from destruction. They are fast, like panthers. Both wild and cute at the same time.
  Natasha sang with wild frenzy:
  - What do you want, you Fritzes talk a lot,
  And I will send a projectile and checkmate you!
  And with her bare feet the terminator girl will make history again.
  And then Zoya will join the fight. More precisely, she has been in the fight for a long time, but she has become more active.
  Here her bare toes of graceful feet help to release a projectile with colossal destructive force. And the fascists are completely destroyed.
  Zoya tweeted:
  - The greatness of the Fatherland is super!
  Then Augustine leads the fire. She starts to hit the fascists with her bare toes and roars:
  - I am a girl of colossal strength!
  And shakes her fiery curls.
  Svetlana will also shoot at the Nazis. She will mow down the fascists and roar:
  - Glory to the champions of extermination!
  And he also presses the joystick button with his bare feet. And he does it very quickly and accurately.
  The four did a great job.
  But they are heroines, who when fighting in a bikini, then hidden abilities awaken.
  And the Germans became scared and hurt... But of course the war goes on. It's already 1948.
  The Soviet T-54 tank is slightly improved in armor and becomes more widespread.
  The German E-50 also hangs more iron on itself, fortunately the height has decreased and a powerful engine will allow to increase the parameters. In particular, in the series the Germans got gas turbine engines. And this gives advantages. The E-50 began to weigh sixty-five tons, and its sides were covered by 100-millimeter shields. And the front became more inclined and thicker. The gun was strengthened to 105-millimeters and 100 EL. The new, more advanced modification of the E-50, surpassed the T-54 in armor and armament, and even in speed. But it was more expensive and heavier.
  So it's a competition in weapons.
  The best Soviet vehicle is the IS-7 - it is armored, especially in the front not badly, has a powerful gun, and is quite fast. Only the sides and rear are weaker.
  The T-54 also began to lose to the German E-50 in terms of side protection, as the Fritzes began to install screens on the sides. And it is difficult to install screens on a Soviet vehicle - the engine is only 520 horsepower - too weak!
  This is a competition between cars of different levels.
  But then there are more Soviet ones produced. And the IS-7 is a rather complex and expensive toy. It is good, but both the turret and the hull have different thicknesses and are streamlined. Because of this, it is rather expensive to produce the tank in large series.
  So the E-50 dominates the battlefield. The convergence in armour thickness and armament with the E-75 made the latter tank not very necessary. Although it has not been taken out of production yet. But production has been reduced. And the E-100 has completely disappeared.
  In short, it was a competition of technologies and tanks. And the beautiful girls on both sides showed the highest class.
  Here is Gerda on the E-50 class U. Her crew has been reduced to four girls.
  So the car is controlled with joysticks.
  Gerda pressed the buttons with her bare toes and shot down the Soviet car.
  And she chirped:
  - I'm a wolf girl!
  Next, Charlotte leads the fire. The red-haired beast pressed the joystick with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - I'm a female pirate!
  Then Christina fired, roaring:
  - I will win everything!
  And with the help of bare feet, of course.
  And then Magda will hit and crush the enemy. After which she will take and sing:
  - But the great Reich,
  It wasn't drift that spoke to you!
  So the four girls here are so frisky and cool. No, Soviet cars can't stand up to them.
  On one side, Komsomol girls, on the other, she-wolves!
  This is the kind of competition that is happening here.
  There are cool girls here on both sides and with superpowers.
  The new year 1949 promised to be interesting, as there were more and more tanks.
  The Germans increased production of the E-50 U, which had all the best qualities of the machine and protection and a low silhouette, and powerful weapons. The Soviet powerful T-54 was made more widespread. The MiG-15 appeared in the sky, against the more advanced ME-362 and ME-2010, and TA-283.
  The competition of intellects continued.
  The Third Reich and the USSR fought practically one-on-one. Japan was defeated by the Allies. The USA and England did not interfere in the war.
  Both sides had a slow-moving front line, fought bloody but ineffective battles, and could not achieve anything significant.
  And the German sixty-five-ton E-50 with a 1,500 horsepower gas turbine engine fought with the T-54, with a 520 horsepower diesel engine, weighing thirty-six tons.
  Russian mass production of the tank against German might. A smaller machine against a heavier and more advanced one.
  And this is where the main competition lies, since the IS-7 was produced in small quantities.
  And the girls were having fierce competitions among themselves in this war that had dragged on beyond all measure. Which seemed to never end, reaching a stalemate! The front line was barely moving and it was already 1950.
  Almost nothing has changed this year. There has even been some stabilization and discoveries in military technology. The E-50 U compacted the layout to the limit, as did the T-54. Both vehicles had engines and transmissions located transversely. And both approached the limit of compaction of the schemes. The German had, however, due to its greater weight, a 250-millimeter frontal armor thickness of the turret versus 200 for the T-54, and 180-millimeter sides versus 100. And a longer-barreled and slightly larger-caliber gun: 105 versus 100, and 100 EL versus 56. But this was more compensated by the mass production of the T-54 and the advantages of its small size.
  Although the German vehicle was faster on the highway due to its gas turbine engine: 1500 versus 520 horsepower is a big advantage. But the Soviet tank had a longer range.
  In short, both tanks were now competing. And in the sky, the MIG-15 was fighting against the ME-362. The Germans still placed their bets on this machine. It is relatively easy to control, has powerful weapons, and is durable. The HE-262 is still difficult to control, as is the ME-2010 with variable-sweep wings. The TA-283 is very similar to the MIG-15, but is not powerfully armed.
  So the Germans preferred the ME-362 with powerful armament, good survivability, easy control, and two engines. But this machine is more expensive than the MIG-15, but it is more heavily armed, faster, more protected, and slightly worse in maneuverability except for diving.
  In general, the time came when the rearmament of armies with new types of equipment was temporarily suspended, and there was a battle for mass production.
  The Germans have the resources of almost all of Europe, part of the occupied territory of the USSR. But in the captured lands there is a guerrilla war and a lot of sabotage. The USSR is simpler in this regard. Although the Third Reich has more manpower and equipment. Both sides provide almost equal numbers of conscripts. The Germans are slightly fewer, but they use foreign divisions and hiwis. So in total they have even more infantry. But the quality of the foreigners is lower.
  In addition, a lot of effort is spent on fighting partisans and on security.
  In general, there is almost a balance of forces. Maybe even the Germans and satellites, and European countries will be stronger. The Third Reich has more human resources, taking into account the occupied territories. Only, part of these resources are fighting against the Wehrmacht.
  The Germans don't have enough oil, but they make some of their fuel from coal. The USSR lacks bauxite and alloying elements, but they can buy it from their allies.
  However, the Germans also buy some things from their allies. They have not formally stopped the war with the Third Reich, but in fact they are not waging it. As Trotsky said - neither peace nor war. And they have reduced the supplies under Lend-Lease to a minimum, and many businessmen trade semi-legally with the Third Reich.
  This is the situation... 1951 passed, and 1952 passed.
  An exchange of blows, a front line that remains virtually unchanged. The confrontation between the E-50 U and the T-54, with the IS-7 and other E and Is series practically not being produced.
  This is the stabilization of the fight between the MIG-15 with modifications and the ME-362, also with different forms.
  And then came 1953... On March 5, Stalin died. Beria's attempt to become a dictator failed.
  As a result, a collective dictator emerged. Molotov became the Chairman of the State Defense Committee, and formally he had the greatest powers. Malenkov was appointed Chairman of the Council of Ministers - also a great power. Vasilevsky was made Supreme Commander-in-Chief, and Zhukov was made Minister of Defense. And Nikita Khrushchev was made First Secretary of the Central Directorate.
  Thus, Stalin, overburdened with powers, divided his posts.
  And a collective dictator emerged. Moreover, formally, the first among equals with great powers is the Chairman of the State Defense Committee Molotov. But the Chairman of the Government is a great power! And in the military sphere, there is dual power: the Supreme Commander-in-Chief Vasilevsky, and the Minister of Defense Zhukov.
  It's also not right - what's more important in the army! And now Nikita Khrushchev is the most important person in the party in this line.
  And Hitler, seizing the opportune moment, launched his hordes into an offensive.
  However, the deeply echeloned defense was already so developed and dug in that the fascists were able to advance only a few dozen kilometers and were exhausted. They were stopped by heroic and battle-hardened Soviet units.
  The war continued...
  The USSR had only one significant change in the following year, 1954. The IS-7 was replaced by the lighter IS-10, which was armed with a gun of a slightly smaller caliber and slightly weaker side armor, but was heavily protected in the front and weighed fifty tons.
  The new tank was close in speed, but lighter, and therefore cheaper and more practical, weaker in armament, but easier to produce and operate.
  So the IS-10 promised to become more widespread. Well, and for now in the T-54 series. Although a slightly more powerful and heavier T-55 is already being developed.
  The Germans are still only modernizing the E-50 U, which more or less suits the military.
  Although there are already projects for a new generation tank: a pyramidal one. Under the name AG. And this machine may go into production in a few years, along with the Soviet T-55. In the meantime, little is changing. In the sky, there is still a MIG-15 against an ME-362. But the Germans are preparing the ME-462, which promises to be more advanced. For now, the MIG-15 is only being modernized in the USSR.
  1954 passed, 1955 flew by with battles... There are still old tanks in production. The Germans had problems with the AG series with the tracks and rollers under the pyramidal shape. And in the USSR they are not in a hurry to switch to the T-55, which is only slightly stronger than the T-54 and very similar to it.
  But then came 1956... June 22 marked exactly fifteen years since the beginning of the Great Patriotic War.
  And the generals of the Third Reich and industrialists and others, including the allies, said: maybe that's enough? Really, how much longer can we butt heads? Isn't it time to end the Second World War?
  Molotov stated that the USSR was ready for reasonable compromises.
  But Hitler is not ready. More precisely, the Fuhrer said: that the Germans sacrificed fifteen million of their sons not to limit themselves to pitiful territorial acquisitions. But for now to wipe Bolshevism off the face of planet Earth.
  True, unofficially, the Germans would agree to peace if they were given back what had already been captured, plus the Caucasus, Leningrad, and the Don. And also Karelia and Arkhangelsk.
  But Molotov considered these demands excessive. The USSR was ready for peace only within the borders of 1939, having ceded only what was acquired under secret protocols with the Fritzes.
  Although it would have been possible to divide according to the principle that what is captured remains.
  This is what US President Eisenhower proposed, in particular. But for the USSR this is too much, and for Germany too little.
  On June 22, 1956, a ceasefire was declared pending negotiations.
  And on August 9, 1956, the Fuhrer ordered the war to be resumed until a victorious end.
  Moreover, German designers were finally able to bring the newest pyramidal tank AG-50 to serial production. This vehicle was distinguished by the presence of large angles of rational inclination of armor from all angles, colossal cross-country ability, and relative simplicity and cheapness of production.
  The pyramid tank promised to become a new generation machine, giving the Third Reich a chance to win the war with the USSR. In response, the T-55 began to enter serial production in the USSR. With a 105-millimeter gun, and better protected, and slightly heavier.
  At the same time, the IS-11 appeared in the series, with a slightly longer barrel, thicker armor, and five tons heavier. But these tanks were also just entering serial production. The autumn of 1856 was spent in shelling and air battles. Until November 8, 1956, a new offensive began on the orders of the Fuhrer. But this time the Fritzes dealt the main blow to Leningrad, which had already been under siege for more than fifteen years.
  But this is already another part of the war, and requires a new story.
  
  OLEG RYBACHENKO SAVES LENIN
  During the assassination attempt on Lenin, a not quite ordinary, seemingly homeless barefoot boy hit Kaplan on the arm. And as a result, the bullets flew past. Thus, the eternal boy Oleg Rybachenko changed the course of history. Vladimir Ilyich was not injured and did not receive a dangerous wound, which caused the blockage of the vessels in the neck and led to a series of strokes.
  Thus, Lenin remained in the ranks. At first, this did not have much influence on the general course of history of the civil war. Lenin, however, after the victory of the Red Army in Crimea, demanded that pressure be increased on Poland and that it be forced to give up Ukrainian and Belarusian lands.
  Since Lenin was healthier and felt better, his desire to end the civil war at any cost was weaker. All the more so, the Caucasus soon became Soviet.
  The Poles, of course, were stubborn. In May 1921, the Red Army launched another major offensive. It had a large advantage in forces, especially in infantry, and broke through the Polish defenses, moving west. This time, Frunze commanded the southern wing, and Tukhachevsky got a second chance. As a result, the Red Army, even more numerous than before and more experienced, was able to take Warsaw. Even if it was at great cost in blood. Poland fell.
  On a wave of enthusiasm, the Bolsheviks also captured the Baltics. And Leon Trotsky, taking advantage of the excessive greed of the Finns who had approached Petrograd, insisted on an operation against the country of Suomi. In order to return all the legitimate Russian lands to the empire.
  And this war turned out to be successful for the Red Army. Moreover, the Entente showed indecision. And Lenin, on the contrary, being more cheerful and healthy, became impudent.
  But after the fall of Finland, Vladimir Ilyich decided to take a break. And after the annexation of Primorye, he declared a temporary lull.
  However, after the USSR economy had recovered somewhat from its ruin, Lenin began to look towards the West more greedily. And Japan was also making him nervous. Although it had returned northern Sakhalin to Russia.
  Lenin and Trotsky actually created a tandem. Although there was a cult of Lenin. And Stalin's influence was diminishing. Soon he was demoted even further and accused of disrupting the capture of Warsaw in 1920.
  In the USSR, industrialization and collectivization were carried out using accelerated methods. True, Lenin and Trotsky were able to avoid the Holodomor and too many excesses. But this was Stalin's path, only more skillfully and civilizedly implemented. And the rates of real growth were somewhat higher than under Stalin.
  The USSR was rapidly gaining power. And Hitler came to power in Germany.
  And the USSR has a common border with the Germans.
  In 1936, Lenin, using the pretext of the entry of fascist troops into the demilitarized zone, began an offensive against the Third Reich.
  The Wehrmacht was only just beginning to form at that time, and the war turned out to be victorious and quick.
  The Communists also won in Spain. Franco was defeated. In 1937, using Italy's war in Ethiopia as a pretext, the Red Army captured that country as well. Revolutions broke out in many countries of Eastern Europe.
  The Red Army helped the communists come to power in Romania, Hungary, Czechoslovakia, Bulgaria, Greece, and even Norway.
  In May 1938, Vladimir Ilyich Lenin finally died. Lev Davidovich Trotsky became his official successor.
  This politician was very ambitious and wanted to conquer the whole world.
  After his death, Lenin received an award: Petrograd was renamed Leningrad.
  And placed in the mausoleum. Which was built in advance on Red Square.
  Well, Lev Davidovich Trotsky, of course, began his campaign against France in 1940 and captured it.
  Then there was the war with Britain. They didn't manage to land right away, but the Red Army conquered all the colonies, both France and England. Then they defeated Japan.
  After a fierce submarine war, in 1944 the Red Army finally landed in Britain and captured it, and also drove the Japanese out of China. Then there was the war with the USA. The Americans could create an atomic bomb, and they were dangerous. Although in this story, they did not manage to do it in 1945.
  The Red Army landed in Japan in 1946.
  Oleg Rybachenko and four witch girls also took part in the landing. So Oleg Rybachenko worked out his immortality in the body of a twelve-year-old boy. So he carries out this mission too. If it is necessary, then it is necessary.
  The boy throws a grenade at the Japanese with his bare feet, fires a burst at them, cuts down a mass of yellow soldiers and shouts:
  - Glory to Tsar Nicholas II!
  Natasha also fires a burst at the enemy. She lays down a mass of Japanese. She drives them into the coffin, turns them into corpses and screams:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  And with his bare toes he launches a boomerang.
  Zoya also fires at the enemy. She destroys the samurai, and squeals:
  - Glory to great Rus'!
  And also with bare feet, as if he were tossing up the one carrying destruction.
  Here is Augustine attacking. She has fiery hair. Throws grenades with her bare feet. Deals with her opponents. And screams deafeningly, baring her teeth:
  - I'm a great champion! And I have a tattoo!
  Svetlana is also on the move. Dealing with enemies. Baring her teeth as if they were piranha fangs. And with her bare feet, throwing at the enemy what brings annihilation.
  The warrior shouts:
  - For faith, king and Fatherland!
  So their five took on the Land of the Rising Sun. They demonstrated total destruction.
  And so the capital of Japan, Tokyo, was taken by the Red Army. And the samurai were subdued. After which a referendum was held on their voluntary entry into the USSR.
  And they attacked America through Alaska on one side, and through Greenland and Canada on the other.
  Here, barefoot in shorts, a muscular boy named Oleg Rybachenko is racing through the snowdrifts, and four girls in bikinis and with bare legs.
  The boy writer Oleg threw gifts of annihilation with his bare, childish feet. He fired a burst and roared:
  - Glory to the Fatherland - let us live under communism!
  Natasha opened fire on the enemy, cut down the enemies and threw a message of death with her bare feet.
  And she squealed:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Zoya also continued shooting, and roared and howled wildly. At the same time, she threw with her bare foot what brings annihilation, roaring:
  - For communism!
  Augustina also hit the Americans. She cut down a lot of enemies. She mowed them down without any problems. And she cut down the enemy.
  And with his bare feet he launches something deadly.
  And he will sing:
  - Glory to the greatness of communism!
  Then Svetlana starts firing at the enemy. She cuts down the enemies with bursts and squeals:
  - For the Constitution of the USSR!
  And with his bare foot he launches at his opponent something that tears the roof off its hinges.
  And he will roar:
  - For Rus'!
  The five ran through the snow and mowed down several thousand Americans. And then the girls forced the prisoners to kiss their bare feet and shower their heels with kisses.
  These are the fighting girlfriends.
  The United States was conquered after several offensive operations by the fall of 1948.
  After which a referendum was held on the inclusion of America into the USSR. After Leon Trotsky's seventieth birthday, a referendum was held on the organization of the World USSR.
  After which the Red Army began to conquer the remaining countries.
  Ironically, Leon Trotsky died, like Stalin, in March 1953.
  But he was succeeded by his son: Lev Lvovich Sedov. Unlike Vasil Stalin, he was older, smarter, and most importantly, a non-drinker, so there was someone to pass the throne to.
  Lev Lvovich Sedov continued his father's work and completed the conquest of the entire world and the formation of the USSR. Already in 1957, Soviet cosmonauts landed on the Moon. And in 1980 on Mars. After the death of Lev Lvovich Sedov in 1982, his son Vladimir Lvovich Sedov succeeded. And in 1990, after an almost unanimous referendum, the USSR finally became the Soviet Socialist Empire, with the establishment of a monarchy. By this time, Soviet cosmonauts had already managed to visit almost all the planets of the Solar System.
  And in 2020, the first interstellar expedition began, consisting of several ships to Sirius, where there were planets suitable for landing. They could already accelerate to the speed of light, and really had a chance to fly.
  Life on planet Earth was now quite good. All countries were united into one empire. There was no hunger, no epidemics, no AIDS. Serious successes were achieved in rejuvenation and treatment of diseases.
  There was no unemployment, and the working day was reduced to five hours a day with a day off every other day. Prices were constantly falling, and wages were growing. Each family had a separate apartment with all the amenities, a computer, the Internet, a decent car. Bread and essential products were already completely free, only there was no need to pay for apartments, utilities, public transport.
  Yes, the planet has already come close to communism. And there is more freedom. You could joke about officials and watch naked women on the screen. In general, the climate on Earth has become milder, and the night has disappeared in many regions due to the installation of mirrors. Because of this, it has become fashionable to walk barefoot and with a minimum of clothing. And nudity on the screen has become fashionable.
  In Religion - naturally atheism. And almost all churches have become museums or for other needs.
  Almost all mosques were closed. The Koran and the Bible were printed only underground. And they were actually banned, although formally not. But a believer could not be a communist or make a career. And those who agitated for religion were imprisoned.
  All religions were squeezed, the percentage of believers was constantly decreasing. Moreover, wars have disappeared, and serious progress has been made in rejuvenation. So the fear of death, which feeds any religion, has retreated. In fact, there are almost no material problems, crime has almost disappeared, most diseases have disappeared or are easily treated. A vaccine against cancer has been created, and people live longer and longer.
  So why believe in God? And even more so in the contradictory Bible and the Koran, which contradict modern science?
  In short, closer and closer to communism. In 2022, the anniversary was celebrated with great pomp - the centenary of the formation of the USSR. And everything is fine, and every year it gets better and better.
  They even made a gift for this occasion - a free flying electromagnetic helicopter for each inhabitant of planet Earth. So that everyone could fly.
  By the way, the construction of the metro: "Moscow - Antarctica" has been completed! And the last sixth continent has been connected to the metro! That's great!
  And soon Soviet ships will fly to Sirius. And the first flying machines that exceeded the speed of light were tested.
  This is how great it is in the world of established communism and victorious developed socialism!
  And all thanks to the immortal boy Oleg Rybachenko. Glory to Russia!
  Glory to Oleg Rybachenko who has completed a new mission!
  
  THE EVIL GENIUS OF BAREFOOT GERDA
  The tank test girl Gerda, who always ran barefoot and in a bikini, took part in the development of the Panther-2. The beautiful she-wolf suggested placing the engine and transmission together, across and in front of the tank. And the gearbox was installed directly on the engine. As a result, the Panther-2, due to the compaction of the layout scheme, reduced its height by more than a meter. The changes also affected the turret. It became smaller and narrower. As a result, the Panther-2 significantly increased its armor. The front of the hull became 120 mm thick, at an angle of 45 degrees. The side became 82 mm like the Tiger-2 at an angle. The front of the Panther-2 turret became 150 mm at an angle, and the side 82 mm, also at an angle, and the top practically disappeared. At the same time, the vehicle itself, despite the increased armor, even became lighter: the weight dropped to 36 tons, and the new 700-horsepower engine accelerated this tank almost seventy kilometers on the highway, and quite decently on the road.
  The Panther-2 has become more durable and stealthy, it is easier to camouflage and operate from an ambush. The changes did not affect the caliber of the gun, since the penetrating power of the Panther-2 gun is quite sufficient to combat tanks of the anti-Hitler coalition.
  This vehicle is equal in its level of protection to the Tiger-2, weighing thirty-two tons less. And it entered serial production in the fall of 1943. Moreover, there is no need to develop and catch up with a new engine, or a gun and shells.
  The Panther-2, dubbed the "Royal Panther", proved to be an effective and dangerous machine, with excellent running characteristics, and due to its lighter weight, more reliable in combat and operation.
  The Germans were able to achieve something with the new tank. In particular, to rescue their encircled troops in the cauldron near Kiev. And to slow down the advance of the Red Army a little. The more advanced tank proved itself to be a good fighter.
  The Soviet command, faced with a more effective machine, wavered and refused to advance deep into the right-bank Ukraine. So the Fritzes were able to stabilize the front in the spring and prevent Soviet troops from reaching Romania.
  Stalin hoped to turn the tide of the war with the T-34-85 and IS-2. But this gave the Fritzes a respite. They were able to strengthen their troops in Italy and repel the Allied offensive on Rome. In addition, the landing of the Americans and British in Normandy was under threat. Hitler abandoned the V-162 rocket program in favor of the HE-162 jet fighters. This machine turned out to be very successful. The empty plane became the lightest fighter of World War II, weighing only 1,600 kilograms, which gave it rare maneuverability. At the same time, it had good armament - two aircraft cannons, armor on the front, and was cheap to produce.
  The He-162 gave the Germans a big head start in the air war. Plus, the Fuhrer gave Rommel emergency powers. And this brilliant commander set up a treacherous trap for the Allies in Normandy.
  Moreover, Rommel understood that the Allies could strike either in Normandy or Port-de-Calais. And wherever they landed, they would be defeated.
  And the trap worked.
  Rommel cut off the advancing Allied forces with the help of the effective and very mobile Panther-2 tank. And created cauldrons in which the Allies lost more than a million soldiers as prisoners alone.
  Roosevelt suffered a heart attack and fell ill, and his too leftist vice president came into conflict with the Senate and Congress, and the USA effectively left the war. Britain, too, was going through hard times after the defeat. Churchill fell ill from nerves and drunkenness, and they tried to remove him. Under these conditions, Britain willingly agreed to an armistice with the Third Reich. And at the same time withdrew troops from Sicily.
  Stalin, looking at this, hesitated for a long time, and only in August began an offensive in the center. But since in the south the front was much further east than in real history, the Belarusian balcony did not work out. And the Germans built a strong defense.
  Plus, they managed to transfer troops from Western Europe. And the HE-162 seized dominance in the sky. The Red Army, at the cost of huge losses, advanced ten to fifteen kilometers and was stopped. After that, the Germans tried to attack in the south. They advanced a little, but the Red Army, desperately counterattacking, and having a developed system of fortifications, was able to stop the offensive. "Panther"-2 with good frontal protection, and relatively good side protection, as well as excellent mobility, remained the main machine for now. Even though its gun did not suit the military in everything, especially in one-time damage. "Panther"-2 was developed with the help of Gerda, with an 88-millimeter gun, a more powerful engine when forced, accelerating to 1200 horsepower, with thicker and more inclined armor, especially on the sides. This tank became heavier, weighing up to forty-five tons, but was better protected and more powerfully armed, while maintaining very high mobility.
  Its side armor reached 170 mm, and the frontal armor was 250 mm at an angle. "Panther"-3 promised to become the tank of victory.
  Stalin clearly had his tail between his legs...
  But in the winter he tried to attack again, but was defeated, and the Red Army did not achieve victory anywhere.
  And in March, the Germans with the "Panther"-3 managed to achieve a breakthrough in the south. And in April they took Kyiv again.
  In May, Stalin offered the Germans peace again, and even a promise to give up Donbass and Leningrad.
  Hitler responded by attacking in the center and moving toward Smolensk. And the Germans were winning for now... They captured Smolensk during the summer and approached Moscow. They were stopped there, but the fascists turned south and moved toward Donbass.
  And they captured the left-bank Ukraine. And they reached Stalingrad by November 1945. They failed to take Stalingrad itself right away. But the situation became more complicated. And on January 1, 1946, Turkey also entered the war with the USSR.
  After this, there was no longer any chance of holding onto the Caucasus.
  Nevertheless, the battles lasted all winter and spring. And only in June 1946 did heroic Yerevan fall. And a little earlier Baku. The Ottoman Empire thus helped the Third Reich. However, when in June the Germans began their offensive on Moscow and Saratov, the Red Army showed extraordinary heroism.
  Oleg Rybachenko and four girls fought near Moscow and demonstrated tremendous courage.
  A boy colonel in shorts and witch girls in bikinis exterminated the Fritzes.
  Oleg threw a grenade with his bare, childish foot and yelled:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Natasha gave a burst. She threw the killer present with her bare toes and squeaked:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Zoya mowed down a mass of fascists. She threw her bare toes, a gift that brings death, and barked:
  - Glory to Stalin!
  Augustina, that red-haired devil, knocked down a large number of Nazis. She kicked a grenade with her bare heel and yelped:
  - Glory to the ideas of communism!
  Svetlana, firing, cutting down the Nazis, threw gifts of death with her bare feet and roared:
  - Glory to Lenin's ideas!
  The five fought heroically and the fascist offensive near Moscow was repelled.
  True, the Nazis were able to take Saratov after several months of fighting.
  But in the winter their advance stopped. In 1947 new Soviet T-54 tanks began to arrive, which were only slightly worse than the Panther-3, and more powerful than the Panther-2.
  The war dragged on more and more... 1947 passed in mutual exchanges of blows and a stagnant front line.
  In 1948, there were also exchanges of blows and almost no changes. The Germans were saving their soldiers, as they had a large population loss. Stalin also lacked people.
  In 1949, there were no changes either. Except that the USSR got the MIG-15, and the Third Reich got the ME-462. The German plane was faster and more powerfully armed.
  The Germans also had the "Panther"-4, even heavier with a 105-mm cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL, and thick armor, as well as a gas turbine engine. In the USSR, the T-54 and IS-4 are still in production. But the IS-7 was not mass-produced - it didn't work out.
  The war is over and 1950 is over...
  Also battles with varying success, and the front line caught.
  And in the winter of 1951-1952, Stalin launched a series of massive offensive operations, and managed to drive the Germans out of Saratov and push them back a little in the center. The unyielding Leningrad was still under siege for many years. And in general, the Red Army seemed about to seize the initiative.
  But in the summer the Germans were able to partially restore their positions and recapture Saratov.
  Autumn and winter passed in heavy fighting. And in March 1953, Stalin died.
  Taking advantage of the resulting confusion and power struggle, the fascists captured Kuibyshev and surrounded Moscow. In December 1853, the capital of the USSR fell. And in January 1954, the unyielding Leningrad was finally captured.
  After which the Red Army weakened its resistance. And during 1954 the Wehrmacht reached Novosibirsk. Then there was a lull until 1955, when all the major cities of the USSR were captured.
  But the guerrilla war continued. Protracted and difficult. Of course, and finally, in March 1957, the Fuhrer died.
  After that, a struggle for power began in the Third Reich, and as a result, the empire fell apart. Many independent states emerged on the former territory of the USSR. The USA became the hegemon in the world. Moreover, a pro-American government was installed in China.
  This went on for several decades. Boring global stagnation, post-Soviet space. The US succeeded somewhat more than in real history in 2017, after all, they flew to Mars.
  But in general, humanity is fragmented, in the Islamic world there are wars and terrorism, in the former territory of the USSR there are also wars and dozens of countries...
  In short, only America prospers, and all states depend on it. And the US drinks their juices. In 2020, the US president is a homosexual, and an open husband at that. And it became even more fun.
  So Gerda's genius played a cruel joke on the world! And it only got worse!
    
  
  ROOSEVELL DIED IN 1943
  Roosevelt died in March 1943, and his successor, Henry Wallace, being an idealist, demanded that Stalin liberalize the regime in exchange for help. Naturally, Stalin responded with a decisive refusal. Henry was offended. The Americans stopped bombing the Third Reich, and allowed Rommel to withdraw German and Italian troops from Africa.
  Churchill, also fearing the strengthening of the USSR, curtailed his activity against Germany. Hitler, in return, also suspended the final solution of the Jewish question.
  Although no armistice was formally declared, the Allies effectively stopped waging war. And this was to the advantage of the Third Reich. The production of weapons, especially tanks, increased.
  The Fuhrer even postponed Operation Citadel once again, because intelligence reported that the USSR had more tanks, infantry and artillery on the Kursk salient, and he expected to gain superiority in force. In fact, storming a fortress while being inferior in force is an adventure!
  In addition, the Fuhrer wanted the new Tiger-2, Maus and Lev tanks to take part in the battles. The Maus tank had passed relatively successful tests in the summer of 1943, and the Tiger-2 was generally ready for production. But the Lev was still late. Its development was interrupted at the end of 1942 and then resumed. But this tank was worse than the Tiger-2, but it was more than twenty tons heavier. However, the Maus, weighing one hundred and eighty tons, also turned out to be a hemorrhoidal mastodon.
  But every cloud has a silver lining. In August, Stalin, unable to bear the constant delays of the offensive, ordered a strike himself. Moreover, Soviet troops moved simultaneously to Orel, Belgorod and Kharkov.
  By this time, the Fritzes had significantly strengthened their troops and dug many fortifications. The Soviet troops had already stormed the citadel. And the Panther, with its effective weapons and serious frontal armor, turned out to be a good tank in defense. The Ferdinand also showed itself well. The self-propelled gun was not very mobile, but had very powerful frontal armor and the best anti-tank gun of the Second World War.
  But the Tiger proved itself especially well, with fairly strong side armor, an excellent and effective gun, a large supply of shells, and a relatively reliable engine and transmission.
  The T-34 could only penetrate the Tiger's side from the side, and no further than three hundred meters, and with a probability of no more than thirty percent.
  So the Fritzes are strong in defense. In addition, the Nazis transferred several additional divisions from Africa, and ten from France, four from the Balkans, replacing them with Bulgarian and Italian. And in total they collected twenty more divisions.
  And the number of tanks produced was a thousand units higher, since the Allies had not bombed their factories and cities since March 1943. The number of anti-aircraft guns and fighters increased especially on the Eastern Front at the expense of the Western one. First of all, there were more Focke-Wulf machines with very powerful weapons, high speed, and good armor.
  The Soviet troops were slightly weaker than in real history, due to the end of free aid under Lend-Lease, only for money. The USSR was forced to buy some things. Especially bauxite and alloying elements, paying in gold.
  But we had to refuse to buy aircraft and tanks - there wasn"t enough gold for everything. So the magnificent "Churchills" with 152 mm armor were no longer there. But in an attack they were a good help. Like screened "Shermans".
  Of course, the USSR was losing in strength compared to real history, and the enemy, on the contrary, had more opportunities. And you are also attacking enemies.
  Mainstein repelled the Soviet offensive in the south and held Belgorod. Model commanded the Oryol salient. The Left of the Defense was ready for an offensive, but was weaker in force. Although stronger than in real history, due to the forces transferred from the west and the greater number of weapons produced.
  So the Fritzes fought very stubbornly. The Soviet troops, however, were able to wedge in, but they advanced no more than one or two kilometers a day, at the cost of heavy losses. In September, the Red Army tried to attack in the center. But even there, the Germans had everything ready and a strong defense. The Fritzes, compared to real history, had thirty-five to forty divisions more. Due to the Western Front, Africa, a smaller loss of population from bombing, and a greater production of weapons.
  Plus savings due to anti-aircraft guns, detachments that cleared rubble and restored destroyed factories. The additional number of tanks and aircraft played a role. Moreover, the aviation of the fascists due to the Western Front and the increase in the production of weapons actually doubled, and the Red Army no longer had superiority in the sky. It became even weaker than in real history, since there were no American and English aircraft, and plus there was not enough duralumin, aluminum, and copper. You can"t buy as much gold for free as the allies supplied.
  So it was not possible to break through the prepared defense in the center. The Germans were able to hold out. But they have not yet attacked. Especially since it is winter. We need to hold out in the winter and survive.
  And the Fritzes settled in for defense. In winter, the Red Army attacked in the south, but without success. It struck near Leningrad, but the Fritzes were able to transfer additional forces there and hold out. Teenagers were mobilized into the Army of the Third Reich, and foreigners began working at their machines. The number of European divisions also increased. It should be noted that the French were more willing to fight the Bolsheviks when the bombing of factories ceased. And whole legions of them, Belgians, Dutch, and Norwegians were formed.
  After the Nazis won the elections to the Swedish parliament, the influx of volunteers from there increased, and even two whole divisions were formed.
  The Spanish and Italians also increased their military presence. Moreover, an exchange of prisoners of war took place and about a million former soldiers returned to Italy.
  So who were the Fritzes, with a skillful defense, who were able to hold out. And their aviation was becoming stronger. In terms of aircraft production, the Nazis had overtaken the USSR, and in armament and speed, their machines were clearly stronger. And the German pilots were better trained than the Soviet ones. So the ratio of losses changed in favor of the Fritzes. And they dominated in the air.
  The German 30-mm aircraft cannon was especially effective. Quite light, it could shoot down a Soviet aircraft with one hit, and it fired 600 or even 660 shots per minute.
  The Red Army was clearly losing in the air.
  The situation was aggravated by the appearance of the ME-262 in serial production - a very fast, powerfully armed, and most importantly very durable machine. And powerful jet engines allowed the Germans to make the fighter heavier, and therefore better protected and armored. And four 30-millimeter cannons are quite a lot.
  It should be noted that the Fritzes also curtailed the V-1 rocket program, as it had lost its relevance in the conditions of non-warring allies. And this allowed them to significantly strengthen aviation. A particularly successful development can be considered the TA-152, which was much better than the Focke-Wulf in terms of flight characteristics, but could also be an attack aircraft and a frontline bomber.
  Having avoided a collapse of the front line that winter and having held out everywhere, the Fritzes became more active in the spring. And already in June they began a new offensive. The main blow was delivered in the direction of Kursk. And the following were used quite actively: "Mauses", "Lion", "Tiger"-2, "Panther"-2, and, of course, simple "Tigers" and "Panthers". The T-3 and T-4 tanks were taken out of production as obsolete. The USSR got the IS-2 and T-34-85. However, the latter tank, due to the lack of supplies under the free Lend-Lease, was still being produced in tiny quantities, and the T-34-76 remained the most widely produced. And the IS-2 was almost never produced, and this tank was still being improved.
  So the German tanks were heavier and more powerful than the Soviet ones. Almost as numerous, the Fritzes had better protected and armed vehicles. The most practical was the "Panther"-2, the increase in weight was compensated by a more powerful engine, and the sides received better protection. The "Tiger-2" also turned out to be good with a more powerful engine of 1000 horsepower than in real history. And that's practical!
  The Lev tank, which weighed 22 tons more than the Tiger-2 and had no advantages in armor, showed itself to be worse in practice. Its 105-mm gun, although more powerful than the Tiger-2, also had a lower rate of fire. And a gun more powerful than the Tiger's 88-mm is not needed against the T-34s. The Lev turned out to be a vehicle neither here nor there. Its side armor is as insufficient as the Tiger-2's, but it can withstand the T-34s. The T-34-76 won't even penetrate the sloped armor in the side. And the front of the turret alone has a thickness of 240 mm at an angle, which is excessive.
  "Maus" is generally impenetrable for all Soviet anti-tank weapons from all angles. But it is too heavy and slow, and it is difficult to transport, and it breaks down often.
  The best ones are the Tiger-2 and Panther-2, they are quite mobile, relatively reliable and practical. And well armed.
  And the most mass-produced Soviet tank T-34-76 is clearly morally obsolete. Except that it is cheap, easy to produce, and its small turret is harder to hit. But the gun is clearly not up to the task. There are problems with the turret, with the optics, with the gearbox.
  In short, it is not surprising that this time the Fritzes were able to take Kursk and form a large cauldron. And then, developing their success, they captured Voronezh.
  After which, on the orders of the Fuhrer, they turned south towards Stalingrad.
  The Fritzes were afraid to storm Moscow. Besides, they needed Caucasian oil.
  At this point Stalin's arrogance subsided. He realized that he could lose. And he turned to the Americans and the English - like, help!
  They replied:
  - Will there be liberalization, and will political prisoners be released?
  Stalin answered vaguely:
  - Let's think about it...
  Churchill and Wallace said firmly:
  - Until there are practical steps, you won't get any help! All the more reason to finish off Japan.
  And the land of the rising sun was doing better than in real history. More successfully, and the battleships were used more effectively, and the main admiral did not die, and in general the samurai were somehow luckier in battles. Although they still lost, but much more slowly. And the Americans and the British moved from palm tree to palm tree.
  Of course, the allies didn"t want to interfere in Europe.
  The Germans reached Stalingrad, but the Red Army managed to consolidate its position there. And the battles dragged on. But they failed to encircle the Germans again in the winter. They did not fall into the same trap twice. And they reached the Terek Gates. And they saddled the ridges.
  This time they were able to take both Grozny and Ordzhonikidze, but the Nazis were still stopped in the mountains.
  Winter came and another lull. In January, the Red Army advanced in the center. But it did not achieve significant results.
  Finally, they managed to launch production of the T-43-85, but this machine was still inferior to the Germans. The Fritzes began to receive tanks of the "E" series. First of all, the "E"-100, which replaced the "Maus". By placing the transmission and engine together, the Germans reduced the height of the tank by saving on the kadar shaft, and compacted the layout scheme. The tank became lower, smaller and lighter - 130 tons instead of 188. This allowed to increase its speed on the highway to 40 kilometers per hour, as well as on the road. And the protection of the machine became even better, due to the more rational slope of the armor plates.
  This tank is, of course, much more practical than the Maus. And it showed itself well in battle. The E-50 promised to be more widespread. It also had a compacted layout. Similar in weight to the Panther-2, but with thicker and more rationally sloped armor and a low silhouette. But this vehicle was delayed for now. Since it was not enough for Hitler that the E-50 was planned to have armor as thick as the Tiger-2, the Fuhrer demanded more reliable and powerful protection. For example, the E-100 has 210-millimeter-thick sides and shields at an angle, and this really cannot be penetrated by anything.
  "Panther"-2 was modernized for 88-mm gun with 100 EL barrel length. And so far it worked perfectly.
  In winter, the Germans were able to hold out in the center and repel attacks. And in the spring, the Fritzes resumed their offensive in the Caucasus. The Lev-2 tank appeared, lighter than its predecessor with the transmission and engine located in one block in front and across. Of course, it was much more mobile, but with the same armor and armament. And the Tiger-3. This tank was somewhat compacted in layout and better protected, especially the sides at 120 mm against the previous 82, at angles. A narrow turret, and stronger armor. The armament, however, also changed to 88 mm in the 100EL. The new gun made twelve shots per minute instead of eight, was more accurate and armor-piercing than the previous one. The first E-75 also appeared, but this machine also did not suit the military and they demanded that it be improved. Too heavy - over ninety tons, and not sufficiently protected by the sides.
  But in any case, the Fritzes are stronger, and the main blow was delivered along the Volga in the direction of the Caspian Sea. And they were able to break through the defense of the Red Army, and cut off the Caucasus by land.
  Stalin, finding himself in a desperate situation, threatened to leave the war and conclude a separate peace with Germany on any terms. In the USA, another president was already in power - a Republican!
  And he declared that he would not be taken in by blackmail. Stalin responded by offering Hitler negotiations, on any terms. The Fuhrer ignored this.
  The German offensive was successful, and Türkiye opened a second front in Transcaucasia.
  Everything was literally falling apart. And now the Hitlerite hordes are storming Baku. And it seems that there is no chance.
  But here are four witch girls fighting for a Soviet city.
  Natasha fires a burst at the Fritzes and throws a grenade with her bare, graceful foot. Which knocks out a Hitlerite tank.
  The Komsomol witch screams:
  - Glory to Russia!
  Then Zoya shoots, mowing down the fascists. And with her bare toes she throws a gift of annihilation. The grenade hits the caterpillar of the Panther-2. The machine turns, collides with the Tiger-2. And both tanks explode and split.
  Zoya screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to Stalin!
  Augustine also fires a burst. Knocks down a Wehrmacht soldier. And with her bare foot she throws a grenade at the enemy and squeaks:
  - For the glory of communism!
  And Svetlana, this girl with blond hair, can throw a grenade with her bare heel, tearing apart the fascists.
  He will fire a well-aimed burst and shout:
  - Glory to the great Fatherland USSR!
  And all four girls scream at the top of their lungs:
  - Glory to the Immortal Motherland!
  And with bare feet they throw presents of annihilation again. With such fighters the confidence grows that the USSR will win anyway. After all, it has such brave and skillful warriors!
  
  ADVENTURES OF THE SPACE PRINCE
  Prince Francesca, nervously switching from one cosmic speed to another with the joystick, was moving away from his planet. His space boat, resembling a gilded shark, was rapidly cutting through the cold vacuum. In contrast to the cool and indifferent space, the prince's heart was burning with anger.
  He is forced into marriage, despite the fact that Francesca has been head over heels in love with another, radiantly beautiful girl for six months. The one he could not forget for a minute, the dove - the heroine of poems.
  And they force another person on him, a black-haired woman with the stern face of Queen Albina, thirty years older than the young prince.
  No, he will never come to terms with this! As if horses had been torn from their enclosure and were galloping through his veins. His beloved with hair shining like rays of the sun. When will she get in touch via the starry Hyperinternet?
  The prince feverishly entered one combination after another... He was about to despair, when the three-dimensional projection flared up and finally appeared...
  The girl is truly a miracle: the moon shines under her braid, and a star burns on her forehead. Her emerald-sapphire eyes could awaken a dead man, so much expressiveness and strength in them.
  Francesca stated decisively:
  - I've already made my decision! I'm giving up the throne, the title, and I'm flying to you!
  The radiant girl suddenly became sad and chirped in a tender voice:
  - Have you thought it all through, my prince?
  Francesca, shaking the joystick in anger, said desperately:
  - A thousand times yes! What's the point of a crown, honor and wealth if there is no most important thing - love!
  The girl sighed heavily and, shaking her golden curls, said:
  - I'm afraid you'll be terribly disappointed when you find out who I really am!
  The prince shook his head desperately and roared:
  - I don't care! Even if you're the last beggar! I'm flying to you!
  The girl muttered in confusion:
  - But you don"t know where I live.
  Francesca said in a voice that showed confidence:
  - I have a gravity redirector. I have long ago detected where the signals are coming from and I will be with you soon...
  The girl sighed again, even more heavily, it seemed that the sun had hidden behind the clouds. The prince did not ask any more questions, but turned on the maximum speed. He wanted to see her sooner. And then come what may!
  Time dragged on painfully slowly, as if the seconds were climbing the mountain like donkeys overloaded with stones. But then it happened, the gravity finder finally showed that the prince was there.
  Francesca turned on the viewscreens. His royal yacht was a marvel of technology, and one person could operate it. But despite the most advanced equipment, the prince saw only a huge, blue star.
  I turned on the gravity direction finder again... It pointed straight at the impressive and hot luminary.
  In confusion, Francesca pressed the keyboard, connecting the image of his friend. And then the color, three-dimensional projection flashed again. The girl was still gorgeous, but obviously her face was tear-stained and she was suffering greatly.
  The prince asked the girl sympathetically:
  - I don't understand... Maybe my direction finder has gone crazy and is pointing at this star... Although technical failures do happen! - Francesca clenched his fists tightly.
  The girl cooed sadly in response:
  - No, it's not a glitch... I really am in the center of the star!
  The prince exclaimed in surprise:
  - How?
  - We are a star people and our bodies are made of ultra plasma! - the girl squeaked barely audibly and, shedding a tear, added. - We can't be together!
  - No! - the prince yelled, and the space yacht dived into the ultramarine sun.
  
  GIRLS ARE VERY FURY
  How the Germans are preparing to land in Britain, while Stalin licks his wounds. It's already June... Earthmoving tanks are being tested, which are supposed to dig tunnels under the English Channel and emerge in the British metropolis.
  Beautiful girls in scarlet and blue bikinis climbed into the earthmoving dolphin-like machine gun tank. They switched on the second gear and the machine smoothly went into the ground. A new weapon that could penetrate any line of defense. The gorgeous warriors moved the levers with their bare fingers, controlling the tank.
  And what figures the girls have, and lush breasts, barely covered by bikinis. You can admire them for hours. And who is the best in the army? Of course, the girl.
  But scientists of the Third Reich are developing not only earthmoving machines and other iron equipment. In death camps doctors are working on creating a warrior - a man of the future. What if a rat gene were transplanted into a human body? Or a cockroach? How much would his fighting qualities increase?
  And there are already some types of monsters for wars, as well as zombie warriors. The latter have actually existed for several years. Any person can be turned into a zombie. But their combat qualities turned out to be questionable - too stupid. They do not justify the costs of creation and can open fire on their own troops.
  So zombies did not enter serial production for the fronts. But they can be used to make low-skilled workers and produce, for example, the simplest airplanes and gliders. Many gliders have been prepared for the landing in Britain.
  But there is also a secret, special weapon: flying discs! Something that could not be repeated in the twenty-first century. The best scientists in concentration camps developed a weapon that had unique characteristics. The speed already reached three to four times the speed of sound, but most importantly, thanks to the laminar jet, the flying discs were invulnerable to small arms.
  And they themselves could shoot down cars in the air - at least by ramming.
  And again Oleg Rybachenko imagined girls at the controls of a discus. In the army of the Third Reich - women were a rare phenomenon. But in your dreams, why not imagine girls. With multi-colored hairdos, slender, athletic, busty with a minimum of clothing, or completely naked!
  Ah, if the whole world consisted of only girls, and he, Johann, remained the only man. And how would he turn out then?
  Radiant Charlotte on a disco, smiling, and her red hair fluttering in the wind like a proletarian banner. What a thoroughbred, youthful face she has, and a convex chest, a thin waist with powerful, wide hips. Her panties are as thin as a thread, and allow you to see all the girlish charms!
  And the flying disc itself is similar to the notorious flying saucers. It rises vertically, almost silently... Quite a large and expensive machine. When gaining speed, powerful air currents flow around it - capable of knocking down both bullets and shells. Thus, the flying disc is invulnerable in motion.
  True, there is a downside to this: the flying saucer itself cannot fire, but... Firstly, the flying disc is capable of ramming any enemy aircraft. And given the speed, no flying machine can escape it. Secondly, you can turn off the jet, throw out a radio-controlled bomb-projectile and hit the target! And then turn it back on again...
  In addition, various types of ray guns are already being developed, which are planned to be equipped with flying saucers. You will say fantastic! But who knows what fascism is capable of, having swallowed so many resources of planet Earth.
  The control system of the disc is the most modern with the help of a joystick. It is undergoing combat testing. Britain and America are still strong in aviation, and why can't the "flying saucer" make the enemy's air rows thinner?
  Charlotte is so pretty, the capital of this ship. The crew consists of five girls. They sit in chairs, then jump up, twitching their bare, chocolate-colored legs. Their bare toes rest on the joysticks. How erotic, their painted, graceful nails shine, veins run along their shins under their tanned skin.
  A girls' crew is what a young man dreams of when he finds himself in the army. Something that brings victory and luck.
  Here the flying disc picks up speed and reaches the shores of Britain with amazing speed. And with all its might it rams the first three English fighters that the flying saucer encounters on its way. The laminar jet knocks down the machines of the lion's empire. They, losing their wings, fall down.
  Charlotte says with a satisfied look:
  - And I'm so ugly and so ugly... I'm ugly and ugly without makeup!
  And in response to the attempts of new English fighters to fire, he launches aggressive laughter!
  And now the flying saucer makes a turn and smears the American attack aircraft R-51, which is not helped by either rockets or eight machine guns. It is still a big force.
  Barefoot girl Oleg Rybachenko thought that the Americans were stupid after all, that they got involved in the war with Germany. So they only played into the hands of the USSR. They helped their worst enemy. But they could have dealt with Russia with German hands!
  And now the invulnerable disc plane is destroying their entire aviation. And this is very bad for Britain.
  And for America it's even worse. Having broken the British backbone, it will be possible to try to get across the ocean.
  Charlotte, her emerald eyes sparkling, says in a singsong voice and in rhyme:
  - We look like falcons, we soar like eagles... We don"t drown in water, we don"t burn in fire!
  The dazzling blonde Gertrude responds:
  - What pain, what pain... Germany against Britain - one hundred - zero!
  The flying disc can fly for quite a long time. The secret of its engine has not been solved even in the twenty-first century. Only the cruising range of the flying saucer is colossal - it can fly to New York. And the movements are so broken, as if the machine lacks inertia.
  Whatever fighter or bomber you come across is a flatbread ground into dust.
  And then bombs start raining down on London, dropped from the newest, German tailless bombers. And it's very effective.
  On June 22, 1945, the Germans and Japanese landed troops in Australia. It was a sort of dress rehearsal for the upcoming assault on Britain. And the disc even flew there.
  The British navy is reduced to a skeleton. The Germans have single-man submarines in mass production. They sink British ships, and are practically invisible in the water column.
  And torpedoes that are guided by noise, or heat... What don't the Germans have! The best scientists from all over the world, under the barrels of machine guns, work for the Third Reich. And they are forced to toil, strengthening German power.
  Here in Australia, there are elegant, miniature E-10s with a low silhouette and a prone crew position. Despite their low weight, they are comparable to the Churchill in armament and armor, but at the same time much faster and more maneuverable. And girls are sitting in such machines.
  The couples lay down and control the tanks, cutting down the English scum!
  
  NEW ALTERNATIVES TO HISTORY
  And so the Germans captured the Caucasus at the end of 1943. In the winter they limited themselves to defense, but developed an offensive in Africa and Iran.
  Stalin, of course, did not sit idly by. The Soviets launched an offensive operation near Leningrad and in the Voronezh region.
  A double blow, missed the target. Near Leningrad, the Fritzes used the Panther-2 and jet fighters. In the Voronezh direction, the Russians already put the IS-2 into action. As it turned out, the new tank was not quite perfect.
  At first, the Red Army was successful in the Voronezh breakthrough, but then the Germans launched a strong counterattack from the southern flank, creating a cauldron for the Soviet vehicles. At the same time, the Nazis first used the E-10 self-propelled gun, a light, low, fast and maneuverable vehicle with relatively strong armor.
  After the defeat of the Soviet troops near Voronezh, an operational pause arose. Stalin began to act more cautiously, and the Germans switched to Africa and Iran.
  Hitler tried to completely capture the dark continent in order to untie his hands and obtain additional resources. In addition, the Fritzes wanted to help Japan, for which the military actions were not going too favorably.
  The German submarine fleet, whose numbers were constantly growing, played a major role. New hydrogen peroxide submarines demonstrated their total superiority over ships of similar classes. The Germans also developed sound-guided and heat-guided torpedoes.
  Thus, the Allied fleet began to suffer enormous losses. By mid-June, the Germans captured South Africa, and in July, Madagascar, finally conquering the entire black continent.
  True, on June 22, Stalin again began to attack in the Rzhev-Sychovsk direction, using the latest technology on a massive scale. The new T-34-85 tank, while inferior to the Panther-2 in armament and armor, nevertheless surpassed the previous models of the T-34.
  The Germans sat in a strong line of defense and repelled the attack, relying on jet aircraft, new automatic weapons and machine guns, as well as gas projectors. The attack itself was not tactically unexpected, and therefore it was easier to repel. But still, in two weeks of fighting, the Soviet troops wedged themselves into the Fritzes' positions.
  But the Germans had too many forces diverted to the African theatre of military operations. But new divisions of the French, Portuguese, Spanish and even Swedes took part in the battles. In Sweden, the National Socialists won the parliamentary elections, and a couple of divisions of volunteers went to the front.
  In addition, after the loss of the Caucasus, the Red Army experienced a fuel shortage and, as a result, was not as combat-ready.
  Two weeks later, Stalin halted the offensive and unexpectedly offered Hitler peace talks. By this time, it had become obvious that the Fritzes were about to finally untie their hands in Africa and would be able to attack the USSR with all their might.
  The Fuhrer agreed to a truce with Stalin. Indeed, Japan also needs help, but what can the USSR do in that time?
  In August 1944, the Germans launched an offensive in Iran and India. Within a month, German tanks were in Delhi, joining forces with the Japanese. And a month later, all of India was under German control.
  The Führer gave the order to prepare for landing in Britain. Bombing of England, including ballistic missiles, increased significantly.
  Japan managed to achieve a major surprise victory in November 1944, when, with the help of German gunners, it intercepted an American landing attempt in the Philippines. Here, for the first time, the formidable battleships of the Land of the Rising Sun were able to show themselves in all their glory.
  The American defeat was severe. And with the support of the German submarine fleet, Japan launched a counteroffensive in the Pacific Ocean.
  Stalin and Hitler were in the meantime negotiating. They failed to agree on a personal meeting between the two dictators. But it was clear from the very beginning that both sides were too proud. Stalin did not want to give up Leningrad, Hitler did not want to give up Peter's city.
  And the Fritzes wanted to keep the Caucasus entirely for themselves, but Stalin insisted on joint governance.
  But both sides had not yet begun military action. Hitler planned to seize Britain and free his hands. Stalin, however, pinned his hopes on new developments in tanks and aviation. But the new T-44 machine turned out to be insufficiently reliable and required technical refinement, while Soviet propeller-driven aircraft were hopelessly behind German jet aircraft.
  In the winter, the Germans, together with the Japanese, pushed back the Americans a little in the Pacific Ocean and inflicted colossal damage on the Yankees with submarines.
  In March 1945, the Germans stepped up their bombing of Britain, using a sharp increase in the number of jet aircraft. As it turned out, the bomber was still better than the ballistic missile, since the latter was too expensive and not accurate enough.
  The Nazi submarine fleet also showed itself more and more strongly. Having despaired of defeating the Germans with aircraft, the Allies also began to probe the negotiation process. And at the same time they tried to persuade Stalin to reopen the front.
  But the leader of all times and nations was biding his time. He did not want to pull chestnuts out of the fire again. Moreover, the creation of his own jet aircraft was delayed, and the development of the new T-54 tank promised to take too much time. And the fascists managed to create puppet governments from local traitors in the occupied territories.
  So the Soviet army had to fight millions of its former citizens. And that's not so great.
  And Japan, if anything happened, hinted that if Stalin violated the armistice, it would open a front in the Far East.
  So the Germans could prepare for the landing of troops in Britain without any obstacles. True, there were certain difficulties: many not only English, but also American ground troops were located in the metropolis. For now, the US was fighting mainly at sea, and could afford to strengthen its troops in England itself.
  This was what caused the difficulties. In addition, the Allies, while inferior in terms of quality of aircraft, had too many planes - compensating for their technological advantage with quantity.
  Therefore, in addition to striking ground targets, Oleg Rybachenko also hunted for enemy aircraft.
  Here the girl-stormtrooper-wunderkind imagined herself at the controls of the plane. Here it is, the jet ME-262, the latest modification with swept wings. And at great speed it attacks both air and ground targets.
  Barefoot beauty Oleg Rybachenko, in her girlish body, deftly handles a fighter. Opens fire to kill with her bare feet. And the English planes catch fire, the pierced Americans fall.
  And on the right hand of the beautiful Oleg is the girl Arabella. Who is also a great ace pilot. And leads, launching aircraft shells like a fan, like a winged Valkyrie.
  Oleg Rybachenko shows her his fist, slaps her with his bare, chiseled girlish foot, and shouts:
  - Keep it up!
  The girl responds enthusiastically, showing her fist in response:
  - Yes, keep it up!
  Here a four-engine bomber flies out to meet Oleg Rybachenko. The Terminator pilot shoots it down with 30-mm aircraft cannons, exclaiming.
  - It is better to kill one mammoth than a hundred rats, it is better to defeat one hero than a thousand cowards!
  Arabella responds with a spinning barrel roll and exclaims:
  - Two living friends are good, four dead enemies are even better!
  And from its hits, planes explode like a row lined up!
  Oleg Rybachenko bares his snow-white teeth in a girlish smile. And shoots again...
  He wants to sing something warlike.
  I am Superman, the Creator of the universe,
  I decided that I would rule for centuries!
  And there are many creatures under my heel,
  In reality, any dream comes true!
    
  To create beautifully and weave richly
  Can I have radiant carpets...
  Those who are disobedient will face harsh retribution -
  The children of Satan will go to hell!
    
  And my children love me with all their hearts,
  He'll get everything he wants, right down to his navel!
  Only one award is given by the judges,
  Who had enough common sense!
    
  I love to build palaces in space,
  The communities in the universe object...
  But know how capricious the Gods are,
  It's a trifle for them to break the thread of your life!
    
  There will be a gift, and a bonus for it,
  So that a stupid person doesn't crawl...
  It's a trifle to create and I'm not interested,
  Let the General Secretary become a tomato too!
    
  I weave a web of constellations,
  Capable of knocking down a quasar from his little finger...
  I don't need a candle or a tithe -
  I will reward the man generously myself!
    
  There will be immortality, and in a beautiful dress,
  The bride will come to you in eternity...
  You will be like a king of great nobility,
  And without interruption, the counting in the heavenly bushes!
    
  Harems and seraglios are a trifle,
  Reality just ask God...
  But people need to make happiness themselves,
  And don"t scream, just: Lord save us!
  With each word, someone would fall, blown up or shot down. And the beautiful Arabella, kicking her bare legs, would rush along with him and play with her bare toes, pressing the triggers of the aircraft cannons. And also hitting...
  Now they have fired off their combat kits and are flying back.
  Arabella asks the barefoot beauty with ample breasts and luxurious hips Oleg:
  - You are a charming girl... I always wanted to be like you!
  The stormtrooper prodigy girl readily answers:
  - And I would dream of becoming like you! Although...
  Here Oleg Rybachenko realized that he had blurted out nonsense. And anyway, how can a man strive to be like a woman?
  Arabella, however, did not lose her composure and issued an immortal aphorism:
  - It's better to be a woman than a babe!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed:
  - Not everyone in pants is a man, not everyone in a skirt is a woman!
  Arabella nodded her head and remarked:
  - It's easier to seduce a hundred women than to give one a seductive dream!
  Already at the airfield, both girls hugged and kissed - how charming they are. They caressed each other a little, rubbed their scarlet nipples, and merged with lips bright as rose petals. How pleasant it is to caress a woman's body.
  But there is no time to be too coy - we must hurry to a new sortie. And again inflict crushing blows on England from the air. Until the British lion is finally defeated!
  Here, besides air targets, Oleg Rybachenko's favorite job is destroying tanks. You strike them from the air. The "Tortilla" is a particularly tempting target - a machine that weighs eighty tons! A monster indeed - a monster to all monsters!
  However, the Germans already had a serial E-100 in service, something like the "Maus", but with a more compact layout, a lower silhouette and lighter. The new machine could already develop a speed sufficient for combat.
  In general, Oleg Rybachenko mentally imagined the new tanks of the "E" series, ready by May 1945. With the gearbox layout on the engine itself: squat, with long barrels.
  The most mass-produced vehicle "E"-50 is comparable in weight and armament to "Panther"-2, but has a much lower silhouette and thicker, especially on the sides, sloping armor. Both "Sherman", "Churchill", and "Pershing" are far from this German vehicle in their tactical and combat characteristics.
  And when she appears on the battlefield, she will simply have no equal!
  And they are already ready, both "E"-50 and "E"-75. The second vehicle with a 128-mm gun is simply a miracle of tank building. When it hits, even "Tortilla" will not seem a little.
  And here is the barefoot warrior Oleg Rybachenko already in the tank, together with a beautiful girl crew. In the formidable "E"-100 adapted to move even under water. Here is the crew with the elves, Oleg Rybachenko is the fifth in it, and there are four girls with sharp ears, diving into the thickness of the Atlantic Ocean. And it floats there, cutting through the sea surface, this is a submarine on tracks.
  We need to cross the English Channel at its narrowest point. Jump out onto the coast, fire, and then go back.
  Oh, how the German genius knew how to create masterpieces of military thought. For example, earthmoving tanks. The democratic form of government turned out to be ineffective for Germany. What a crisis has arisen in recent years? So many kinds of terrorists and emigrants have run wild! And who is to blame? First of all, the weakness of the authorities!
  But now their vehicle with two guns emerges from the depths of the sea.
  Oleg Rybachenko, using the bare toes of his lower girlish limbs, fires shrapnel shells at the guns of the English coastal battery. The English are thrown higher and turned upside down.
  This is truly total chic!
  For some reason, a Russian song flashed through Oleg Rybachenko"s head:
  - A fatal year, you may not believe me - one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine! The devil will turn his golden horns, three nines upside down!
  And here, in the form of Hitler's troops, the devils entered English soil. Here, the orange elf fires from a heavy 128-millimeter gun.
  And the explosion of a thirty-kilogram shell lifted the enemy bunker up to the hellish skies.
  With the help of his bare toes, Oleg Rybachenko shoots from his short gun and looks at the girls. How beautiful they are, in their revealing bikini. Not a girl, but just a miracle of nature. So you want to make love to them... No, Karl Marx is not quite right. Here in him is a woman's nature, and the flesh of a charming girl, but still he is drawn to females. To their busty, shiny bodies.
  He is a man at heart, and he will remain a man forever, no matter what temptations his merciless fate may lead him into.
  And here, in the half-sleep of walking and dreams, it is so pleasant... You imagine in your rich imagination the victory of the Third Reich...
  It's not final yet, but everything is heading that way!
  Here you are firing at the batteries, and a girl with blue hair is pouring from a machine gun, exterminating the English infantrymen. The dead blacks fall, the same scarlet blood flows out of them as from the whites. War is a natural human condition...
  Or as one philosopher said: fighting is harder than breathing, but much more natural!
  Interestingly, girls really like to use their long, graceful toes when shooting. Well, it doesn't matter what color the cat is, as long as it catches mice. The same is true for girls - it doesn't matter what body parts, as long as they are beautiful.
  Here the elf warrior tore off a relatively small turret from the Churchill with a precise shot.
  No, definitely not Oleg Rybachenko, he had a desire to compose a song, and the stormtrooper-wunderkind began to sing;
  I dreamed of becoming a cool soldier since I was in cradle,
  Flying planes and shooting...
  Or maybe a cabin boy or a big pirate,
  Although at sea you are just a thief!
    
  I wanted to be in the military - as a boy,
  The most powerful recognition to have...
  You need to learn to fight not from a book,
  Otherwise you'll become as stupid as a bear!
    
  I read about dashing corsairs as a child,
  About boarding and sudden jumps...
  Even though you may become a victim of the commissars,
  But cowardice is not in the boy's interests!
    
  Whatever you want, you will always achieve,
  Any business always goes well...
  And the sun shines over the pirate too,
  And if there is a storm, it"s not a problem either!
    
  Yes, the gallows also threatens,
  The cruel executioner sets up the scaffold...
  And the robber will not find a place in heaven,
  Gehenna in the underworld awaits him!
    
  When I was caught by Jesus,
  Desperately, I made a request...
  I succumbed, I confess, to the vile temptation,
  I wanted girls, colorful cars...
    
  God answered: that there is no forgiveness for you,
  And only Satan awaits...
  The executioner struck at once without delay,
  And the head rolled off the block!
    
  And I am in hell, but know that I do not suffer,
  You can also drink vodka with devils...
  And now I swallow that liqueur with relish,
  Which is used to wash down cake and game!
    
  Yes, this place is just full of pirates,
  There are she-devils - hot chicks...
  This was the payback here,
  Champagne, wine, shashlik in the morning!
    
  I frolicked in hell for five hundred centuries,
  But then the Great Jesus came...
  And he ended the hell without any interjections,
  I was in the underworld in happiness - now I'm empty!
  In Gehenna I now suffer greatly,
  Yes, it's true that it's too late to repent in hell...
  I wanted to dress stylishly with a lady,
  I didn't know that I would end up in hell today!
    
  So a lesson to other pirates,
  Live honestly, you will have goals...
  Although, alas, the salary is not high,
  How can we break free from the need of chains?
  A good song and a great fight... They unloaded their combat kit and returned back. The elves exclaimed in chorus:
  - May the force be with us!
  Again, an excellent, modern tank goes to sea. And the shallow depth is no obstacle for a machine running on hydrogen peroxide.
  As for the development of the atomic bomb, Germany is a little behind, but a heavy water reactor has already been launched. Plus, a paraffin moderator has been obtained.
  And here is Hitler himself... The possessed Fuhrer is walking around his office. It seems he decided to have some fun.
  Hitler slammed his fist on the table, spilling a glass of mango juice on the Fuhrer's suit. This caused a burst of anger. Hitler threatened the sky:
  - How dare you, God, to stain me, the great Fuhrer! Who will soon rule over all that exists!
  Goebbels responded pompously:
  - God is the greatest despot on the planet!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Exactly! God is cruel, so we can be cruel too! Fascism kills millions, tens of millions for a great purpose! God kills billions, everyone for an unknown reason! Most of our victims die quickly, and most of the billions who die of old age suffer for a long time and terribly! The Church teaches that most people will burn in hell forever after death, but if we torture a person, it is only to obtain information, and at most it lasts a few months!
  God torments, knowing everything in advance, for billions of billions of years! And those who are saved will have little joy - eternal boredom in God's slavery! The Church teaches that Jesus is Almighty God, which means Hitler is kinder than Jesus! Isn't that right!
  Goebbels replied:
  - Yes, that's right! Christianity is both "pacific" and super-cruel! It guarantees torment during life and ghosts after death!
  Hitler nodded:
  - Why do we in Europe have so few beautiful women? Because in the Middle Ages, every beauty was considered a witch, burned and tortured! And why are there so many more beautiful women in Scandinavia? The Catholic Inquisition has not penetrated there so much. It would not be bad if the SS men took beautiful blonde women from Scandinavia as second wives and gave birth to healthy, tall children.
  Himmler noted:
  - Successful experiments in artificial insemination of women are already being conducted! We use the semen of the most outstanding men!
  Hitler jumped up from his chair:
  - Yes, it"s interesting and there are results!
  Himmler nodded:
  - Of course my Fuhrer! The first dozen test tube babies have been born! They weigh much more than normal babies! And I think they are stronger. I held the babies in my arms and they fought hard.
  Hitler chuckled:
  - That's good! This way we can improve the breed! And can you carry babies outside the womb?
  Himmler replied:
  - It's very difficult, my Fuhrer! Some developments have been made, but they will cost too much! The old way is much better!
  Hitler agreed:
  - That's true! Let Germany rule!
  Ribbentrop interjected:
  - The most genetically gifted Slavic girls could also be wives of SS soldiers. And give birth to children!
  Hitler nodded:
  - And that's true!
  Himmler objected:
  - Actually, the Slavs are in some ways our relatives! The same Russian tsars had more German blood than Russian!
  Hitler barked:
  - I know it! That's why Russia became so huge! The Germans raised a primitive people!
  Goebbels suggested:
  - We need to spread fairy tales - that under our rule Russians will live much better than under the Bolsheviks!
  The Fuhrer gasped in surprise and said nasal:
  - Isn't this being done now?
  Goebbels responded with excitement:
  - A great leader is being made! We work with tongues no less than with bombers on Britain. We have poured out a lot of our propaganda on the Russians, the English and the Americans!
  The Fuhrer smiled contentedly and, stroking his stomach, said:
  - Lie in moderation, observing honor, so as not to be caught at your word... After all, there are salutary lies, and there are empty lies!
  After which the Fuhrer began to walk again, delivering one of his usual monologues:
  - When I came to power in 1933, there was no great Germany. There was a tortured, ruined, humiliated country. A country in which production had fallen by half, there were ten million unemployed.
  A state truncated by the results of the First World War, having lost all its colonies and a significant part of its territory. When I came to power: no one believed that great achievements lay ahead of us. But here is a small country, truncated by wars, which began to develop and win. First, I occupied the demilitarized zone. Then Austria, seeing our prosperity, voluntarily joined us.
  Then the West got scared of our growing power and went to Munich - giving up the Sudetenland. Then the Second World War began. Almost the whole world was against us and not a single reliable ally. Because Mussolini turned out to be just a cowardly rag.
  But in three weeks Poland was crushed. And the allies did not dare to attack. Then Denmark and Norway fell. After that, in a month and a half we miraculously conquered France, Belgium and Holland, defeated the English at Duyker.
  But the war did not end there, although we were counting on it! We had to strike at Yugoslavia and Greece, get into Africa. I did not want this, but ten thousand Stalinist tanks were amassed on our eastern border. We had to start a war against the strongest and also totalitarian, like us, empire on the planet.
  A quick victory was not destined to be achieved, but after several years of war we were able to disable the Russian bear by capturing the most important and richest regions of Russia.
  We conquered Africa and half of Asia, including India. As a result of the wars, an empire was formed that was twice as big as Genghis Khan's, four times as big as Macedonian's, five times as big as the Roman Empire during the reign of Trojan.
  We have achieved a lot... But the war is still not over! Moscow stands firm. Which must be taken. London has not yet been conquered. But the most important thing is America! It is our strongest and most dangerous enemy. Its economic power is amazing, but its spirit is weak! But we are becoming stronger every month. Millions of slaves are toiling for us, producing more and more weapons. We have launched a lot of new types of weapons into production. Jet aircraft, ballistic missiles, underground tanks, and unique disc aircraft with inimitable flight characteristics.
  Never before in the history of mankind has there been such a strong and technologically equipped army as ours. And now we have come close to the sacred goal - world domination!
  The Fuhrer stopped and crossed his arms over his chest, after which he finished. -
  And our victory is in the next few months or even weeks.
  
  ADVENTURES OF OLEG IN THE BODY OF AN ELF
  Oleg Rybachenko was frankly bored. In his dream, he was in the body of a girl. The elf count showed no interest and did not talk to his new girlfriend. He only asked for sex. The former Russian stormtrooper boy had to endure loneliness until he arrived at the port and therefore he was bored. Various thoughts were flickering in his head. One of the interesting dreams for the former stormtrooper boy was the idea of how the war could have turned out if the Fritzes had had more luck.
  Well, the Battle of Midway was, of course, a major failure for the Japanese command. But for the Germans, Stalingrad was still a fatal city. Oleg Rybachenko discovered Soviet troop concentrations on the flanks. It is almost impossible to hide the transfer of such significant forces in the steppe. Moreover, the Soviets camouflaged themselves and tried to move at night, but this was what looked most suspicious.
  Then Oleg Rybachenko reported this to the German headquarters more than once and even expressed concern about possible flank attacks. But his reports were ignored. Perhaps the reason was that Hitler was trying to take Stalingrad at any cost. And he simply did not take into account outside threats.
  Barefoot boy Oleg Rybachenko tried to imagine what would have happened if he had been listened to.
  Most likely, based on the experience of the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation, the Russian offensive would have been repelled.
  Johann, thinking about this topic, dozed off on the deck and dreamed...
  Four beautiful elven girls went out to fight at Stalingrad in the newest "Tiger". These are girls with pointy ears, but unusually, blindingly beautiful.
  They are distinguished by the color of their hair: red, green, blue, and orange. And without any dye, just such a natural color. Very sexy and in only a bikini. Such a fantasy army. And goes out on the highway to fight with numerous Soviet tanks.
  And it's not cold, despite the end of November, the devils! The elf with red hair aimed the gun with her bare feet. Another one with green hair caught the Soviet tank in her sights and fired.
  The shell flew a distance of five kilometers and hit the rib of a T-60 tank; the Soviet vehicle burst, crumbling into metal dust.
  The elf girls roared in unison:
  - We are cool eagle warriors!
  And they fired again, and directed the guns with their legs. And at the same time they sang in rage.
  The red warrior sang as she fired:
  -Let it be...
  The green queen fired at the Soviet car and continued:
  - Awkward...
  The blue-haired warrior pressed her bare fingers, knocked out a Russian tank, and sent a beautiful passage:
  - Armored vehicles...
  And the beauty with orange hair added with a bang:
  - Through puddles!
  And the red warrior slashed with a projectile:
  - And on...
  She spat out the present with her bare fingers, singing green:
  - The roof...
  The elf girl with blue hair fired, shouting:
  - Costs...
  And the warrior with orange hair continued:
  - Machine gun!
  The girls looked very funny when they sang, and being elves they shot almost without missing. Their beauty was amazing... The tank heated up from the shots. And the tanned skin of the elves began to shine with sweat. They are beautiful - there are no words! And very sexy...
  Soviet tanks move through the snow quite quickly. Almost all of them are light: the heaviest are the T-34s. And the girls started shooting at these tanks when they came closer. The Soviet machines also respond, but from such a distance there is almost no chance of hitting. But the Tiger stands still and the beauties hit very accurately.
  And they love to sing.
  Red, starts, firing:
  - Or maybe...
  The girl with green hair fell and sings:
  - Cow....
  The girl with blue hair hit him and growled:
  - Or maybe...
  The orange-haired girl chirped as she fired:
  - Be...
  The red elf girl purred as she fired:
  - Dog...
  The elf girl with green hair said:
  - Or maybe...
  The blue-haired girl, having sent a destructive projectile, chirped:
  - Hippopotamus!
  The girl with orange curls, and with the beauty of her bare fingers pressing on the breech of the gun, gave out:
  - So something...
  And the warrior with the red hair fired again and very accurately, sending a shell into the T-34, she sang:
  - He'll start singing!
  And all the girls screamed in unison:
  - Cock-a-doodle-doo!
  Soviet tanks also fire at other German tanks. In particular, the T-4. But this machine is almost equal to the Soviet T-34. And it does not have such an advantage as the Tiger. And this is very good! Soviet machines knock out German ones on the move. And they clumsily snap back.
  But the girls from the elven race do not miss. And the supply of shells in the "Tiger" is large. And try to move.
  The girls sang again while shooting:
  - Cock-a-doodle-doo!
  The girl with red hair sent a projectile and said:
  - I...
  The girl with green hair chirped while shooting:
  - You...
  The blue-haired elf girl also fired and replied:
  - With spurs...
  The elf with orange hair gave out a present and shouted:
  - I'll spot it!
  And again, laughter in response... But then the Tiger runs out of shells, and the Soviet vehicles come closer. And shower the German vehicle with shells.
  And the elf girls exclaimed in unison:
  - Farewell, comrades! We're drowning, hurray!
  Oleg Rybachenko woke up... It was interesting to watch the elven girls fight. It would be even more interesting if they managed to repel the flank attacks on the Stalingrad front. But the dream did not end well. There were too many Soviet tanks and the elven girls found themselves on the brink of death...
  Oleg Rybachenko wandered around the brigantine for some time. The orcs showed no interest in the beautiful girl. Apparently they were too different genetically, or were afraid to touch something belonging to the captain-count.
  But finally the shore appeared, and the captured caravel and brigantine headed towards the port.
  There were many different ships that arrived here for the purpose of trade. And a lot of motley people. The port itself is filled with various kinds of sailing ships, but there are a couple of steam ships with pipes. The sight is very picturesque. The diverse colors of the sails and various vessels are especially striking. There are such drawings here - that literally a whole gallery and landscapes.
  And there are a lot of ships decorated with gold, silver, and some metals unknown on earth.
  Everything here looks very romantic, it smells of spices, aromas, and sweaty bodies of aliens.
  Most understandably, the orcs: who are not at all striking in beauty, and also the cock-bears. But there are also elves, and hobbits who look like barefoot children, and fauns, and rather nasty trolls. There is a whole brood of people from the world of fantasy.
  When the brigantine moored and the orcs happily descended to the ground, Oleg Rybachenko, in the body of a girl, reluctantly put on his clothes. The boots pinched his graceful girlish legs unpleasantly, the waistcoat sat awkwardly, the cocked hat threatened to cover his eyes, the pants chafed his luxurious hips.
  But the stormtrooper girl did not dare to go out in public naked. She was not too shy about the orcs. However, she did not feel any pleasure from clothes, in the hot climate of the three luminaries. The shoes were especially unpleasant, the trophy boots, completely new and obviously not worn in. And walking in them barefoot turned out to be painful.
  But Oleg Rybachenko endured for some time. He was the captain's first mate, after all, and walking barefoot in a big city was somehow not respectable. Only the hobbits, funny creatures similar to human children of ten or twelve years old, ran around, flashing their pink heels. In general, this race is surprisingly similar to the earthly one - even the ears are quite human.
  Oleg Rybachenko even thought: why did he take them for hobbits? Maybe they are human children? There are no visible differences...
  Occasionally, we encountered unknown aliens with the heads of octopuses, horses, rhinoceroses, or something else entirely.
  There was a slave market here, by the way... They were selling mostly orcs and cock-bears, but they also brought out a batch of hobbits in chains. The poor children, who were stripped by the slave traders, looked rather pitiful. But the female hobbits were still different from human children, with more feminine and developed figures, and the males had larger dignity than boys their age. The slaves were sold at auction. They were brought out onto the platform in pairs, and the buyers unceremoniously groped them.
  Unexpectedly, a girl was brought out to the auction. She was undressed gradually, as the auction progressed.
  Count de Eggplant noticed her and nudged Johann in the side:
  - Look, your compatriot is a colored elf!
  The girl was indeed distinguished by her wondrous beauty and the figure of Artemis, a strong, toned body, very erotic with scarlet nipples. And when golden hair fell over her bare shoulders, Johann felt a strong desire. His face flushed, and he offered to Baklazhan:
  - Maybe we should buy it? It's so beautiful!
  The elf perked up and giggled:
  - How your eyes lit up... I immediately realized that you prefer females!
  Johann retorted harshly:
  - But you also prefer females! It's natural!
  The elf stated frankly:
  - I tried with males, but girls are better... Well, I respect preferences... But this is an expensive thing!
  Oleg Rybachenko hit himself on the forehead with his fist and belatedly said:
  - I forgot that I have the right to my share of the spoils!
  The elf nodded his head:
  - They'll take her away by that time... But the female is worth it!
  And Count Eggplant, ignoring what the female would cost to be taken away, and taking her away himself, entered into bargaining.
  And the price soared to ten thousand sequins. That's not a small amount - a whole bag of gold. But the girl was really worth it. She was handed over completely naked and barefoot to the elf count. He unashamedly slapped the elf girl on the thighs and said:
  - She has a good croup! She will be a wonderful actress and give birth to hundreds of children!
  The albino orc auctioneer grunted in confusion:
  - Flower elves don't give birth to children...
  Count de Eggplant answered confidently:
  - And we, with the help of magic...
  And Oleg Rybachenko nodded, whispering:
  - I'll run off on some business for now... I'll arrange for the goods and the caravel... And you please the lady!
  The stormtrooper girl nodded. She hid her pearl hair under a cocked hat, and could pass for a young elf. Delicate girlish features are characteristic of both males and females. Therefore, the colored elf, taking Oleg Rybachenko for a man (and that is essentially what he is!), put his hand on her chest. The stormtrooper girl squeezed the nipple with pleasure and, looking back, asked:
  - Where can I make love here?
  The colored elf said languidly:
  - Yes, there are pink tents here, my knight. There you can retire with any woman for three hours for five sequins. And for ten to twenty coins they will bring you pleasure for the night.
  Oleg Rybachenko was delighted. He really wanted sex. In the last years of his earthly life he simply couldn't, and now he somehow couldn't do it. And with a man as handsome as Baklazhan it was disgusting.
  The problem, however, was that Oleg Rybachenko had no money in his pockets. But the former child prodigy unceremoniously tore off the gold cufflink and retired to a small tent. The orc who took the thing reported:
  - If necessary, I can bring more females or males. Males are cheaper!
  Oleg Rybachenko shouted nervously:
  - We'll manage!
  Then he entered the tent. First of all, he took off his boots, which had rubbed the calluses on the girl's feet. Then he began to undress himself. The girl was already tanned and naked. She didn't seem particularly embarrassed to walk around naked. Apparently, the relaxedness characteristic of flower elves. But when she saw Oleg's girl naked, she was very surprised:
  - So you are a woman?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered quite seriously:
  - Only on the outside! But in my soul I'm a 100% man!
  The girl sighed heavily and answered:
  - I am a slave and I belong to you, but... A girl should sleep with a young man, not a female?
  Oleg Rybachenko felt anger boiling up inside him and growled angrily:
  - And what was better with the orcs?
  The girl replied tearfully:
  - No, not better...
  Oleg Rybachenko hissed angrily:
  - Then don't bother me... Aren't I beautiful?
  The girl sincerely said:
  - You are very beautiful, fair and tanned... A real flower.
  Oleg Rybachenko pulled the girl towards him by force:
  - So love me!
  And he closed his lips with the girl's scarlet, very sweet lips. And Oleg's girl's head spun with delight. He moved his hips towards her... It's not so easy to make love when you don't have a man's dignity. The slit burns with excitement, and you want the caress of someone else's hands. The girl reluctantly responds. Apparently she's straight and not used to this kind of sex...
  Oleg Rybachenko behaves, aggressively squeezing the girl and rubbing his body against hers. How cool. If only a muscular body of... a young man were here right now?
  Oleg the girl drives away such a thought. How great it is with a girl... He will never love men, no matter how much his new temperamental body wants to.
  And you shower the scarlet nipples with kisses, seeing how the girl involuntarily begins to get excited and respond to your caresses. Then voluptuous moans are heard...
  Both bodies merged in ecstasy, and the girls already began to scream from the cascade of mutual orgasms.
  The appearance of Count de Baklazhan interrupted the idyll. Especially since the elf grabbed Oleg's girl by the nipples and tried to take possession of the girl from behind.
  Oleg Rybachenko slapped him and yelled:
  - Don't you dare, blue!
  Count de Eggplant growled resentfully:
  - I'm not gay... Especially since you're a girl! I'm not a man, and you won't become one, no matter what!
  Oleg Rybachenko's eyes flashed fiercely and he roared:
  - I won't sleep with you anyway! And anyway, you ruined our happiness!
  The elf count said in a harsh tone:
  - This girl was bought with my money and belongs to me! And you better get out of the tent and find yourself a whore...
  Oleg Rybachenko's eyes flashed fiercely, but then he calmed down and said with some boredom in his voice:
  - Selfish... She loves me!
  The girl answered quite the opposite:
  - It's not true! I love males, and my chosen one is so handsome... - And a juicy kiss on the elf's lips followed.
  Oleg's girl was filled with jealousy and anger. He was ready to literally pounce on the captain and tear him apart. Therefore, the stormtrooper warrior hastily left the tent. To hell with him - copulate, damned straights. And he will love only women!
  And the girl Oleg moved slightly away from the tent and squatted down, so as not to listen to the voluptuous moans. At the same time, the stormtrooper-wunderkind girl even forgot to get dressed. Although naked under three gentle suns is much more pleasant than in clothes.
  Oleg's girlfriend tried to imagine what would have happened if the Germans had repelled the Russian offensive at Stalingrad. From November 19 to the end of December 1942, fierce battles continued at Stalingrad. Despite all their efforts, Soviet troops were unable to break through the German defenses and retreated to their original positions. The success of the defensive battles was accompanied by poor weather, which prevented the use of enemy attack aircraft and reduced the effectiveness of artillery.
  After the attack was repelled, there was a short lull.
  The Germans and Russians reinforced the troops weakened by the fighting. In January, the Red Army launched an offensive in the Leningrad region.
  After three weeks of stubborn fighting, at the cost of enormous losses, the Red Army was only able to break through a narrow corridor in the area of the salient itself and reach the Neva.
  But the Soviet offensive near Rzhev and Stalingrad in February again ended in failure. The Germans survived the winter with almost no damage to themselves, and were able to prepare for the spring offensive. In February, total mobilization was declared in Germany. It was also necessary to hold Africa, where thirty brand new Tigers and fifty Panthers were transferred.
  This time the German tanks were more successful, and Hitler was able to use more forces in the battles. In March, April, and May the Red Army did not undertake offensive operations, and Field Marshal Rommel, having received more reinforcements and forces, was able to defeat the less experienced Americans first. More than one hundred and fifty thousand Yankee soldiers were captured in Algeria and Morocco, and many were killed. In addition, thanks to the provocation of the German secret services, Spain entered the war.
  The troops under the command of Meinstein took Gibraltar after the assault and entered Morocco from the north.
  Having defeated the Americans, Rommel and Meinstein turned their attention to the British. Britain suffered a major defeat and abandoned Libya, retreating to its former defensive lines in Egypt. The Germans again ran into a powerful enemy defense near El Aman. But Meinstein, having received new forces, made a flanking maneuver through the desert and reached the Nile. The Germans, taking advantage of Montgomery's confusion, were able to encircle the British troops in Egypt.
  After which they passed the Suez Canal and entered Iraq. The British suffered defeat after defeat. Plus Turkey attacked the allies in Syria and Palestine. The Germans were now able to control the Middle East.
  Stalin had been passive for a long time. He had decided to wait and see. But in this situation, it helped the Germans use large forces to attack the Allies. The Middle East was under Germany. Moreover, the Fritzes had invaded Iran, advancing towards India. The local population supported the German troops.
  Stalin was forced to intervene, transferring significant forces to Iran.
  But now the Germans, taking advantage of the weakening of the Soviet troops, went on the offensive south of Stalingrad... They began to use heavy tanks to advance in the direction of Astrakhan. By the beginning of August, German troops had already reached the Volga Delta and the Caspian Sea.
  Oleg Rybachenko's sweet thoughts and dreams were interrupted by the appearance of hobbits. A boy in shorts and a girl in a short tunic approached a girl with lush, snow-like hair. The girl from the fairy-tale race asked:
  - You are probably a slave?
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head:
  -No!
  The boy in shorts, a completely earthly child, remarked in surprise:
  - Why are you completely naked? After all, according to custom, only slaves are supposed to appear naked!
  The girl Oleg noticed that she was indeed naked. So what? It would be a shame to be ashamed of such a body! The elf girl politely replied:
  - Thank you, I'll get my clothes now!
  And she headed towards the tent... The lustful sighs were no longer heard there, and Oleg Rybachenko hoped that the orgy had died down. However, the tent unexpectedly turned out to be virginally empty. There were no clothes left in it. Here the girl Oleg was completely confused and let out a cry. He felt like Tarzan, whose wife and son had been kidnapped.
  A pair of hobbits appeared at the entrance to the tent and chirped:
  - And we know where they are!
  The girl Oleg babbled in confusion, clenching his fists:
  - What do you know? And where?
  The hobbit girl chirped:
  - They were kidnapped by spirits summoned by a vampire necromancer. So now they can't be obtained so easily!
  Oleg Rybachenko grinned and stroked the barefoot girl's red head:
  - Good joke!
  The boy shook his head:
  - This is not a joke... The sorcerer's name is Kaspar. He is a well-known person... A very dark one!
  Johann muttered uncertainly, tapping his bare, girlish heels on the tent carpet:
  - If this is true, then they should be saved!
  The hobbit girl shook her head:
  - Kaspar is a very powerful sorcerer... He would rather take you prisoner than you him!
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head and exclaimed enthusiastically:
  - I will not abandon my new friends under any circumstances! And if necessary, I will give my life for them!
  The girl looked critically at Oleg's girlfriend and after hesitation noted:
  - There is a way to defeat this sorcerer... But it is very difficult. We will have to fly to another planet!
  Oleg Rybachenko perked up and slapped his feet on the carpet, even jumping up:
  - Yes, I'm ready to fly to the ends of the universe!
  The boy said skeptically:
  - Are you sure she can handle it? We hobbits have long wanted to deal with Kaspar, but we couldn't do anything with the black vampire necromancer. And this is just a flower elf.
  The girl shook her head and whispered:
  - It's not true... I sense a great warrior in her! This is exactly the one we need!
  The boy corrected the girl:
  - Not that one, but that one!
  The girl shook her head and objected:
  - No, exactly that one! He is a strong and courageous man!
  The boy looked at Oleg's girl, frowned and said:
  - Transmigration of souls? It's quite possible, but... I thought she was a courageous girl.
  The hobbit girl objected:
  - She loves females. And anyway, I'm already thirty thousand years old, and I've learned to distinguish men, even in a female body!
  The girl Oleg was seriously surprised:
  - You are thirty thousand years old... But you look like a child!
  The girl giggled, showing her pearly teeth and remarked:
  - The eggplant is already ninety thousand years old, and what does it look like... Are you by any chance a human?
  Oleg Rybachenko was embarrassed and, choking a little, answered:
  - No, why did you think so?
  The hobbit girl answered with a smile on her lips:
  - Because you people look very bad and age. And you live an indecently short life, unless you rejuvenate yourself with the help of magic!
  The girl Oleg sighed heavily and answered with a sad expression on her face:
  - Humanity's lot is hard!
  The girl answered seriously:
  - The man has just the chance!
  The boy nodded in agreement to Oleg Rybachenko:
  - Follow us!
  The girl smiled and snapped her fingers. A golden chain with a collar appeared in her hands. The little red-haired beauty offered:
  - We will take you out of the port like a purchased slave. So put on the collar and do not resist.
  Despite the apparent humiliation in this act, the girl Oleg did not object. Indeed, camouflage is camouflage in war. I remembered how one pilot, dressed as a woman, fled to Argentina after Germany's capitulation.
  His pretty face and weakly growing beard helped him to pass for a young servant girl.
  Rudersham was saving his own skin at the time and was afraid that he would be handed over to the Russians. But nothing happened. Then he was offered legalization in America.
  And now he is in the body of a gorgeous girl, wandering along the dusty streets of the port of Torgueta. The cobblestones of the pavement are hot, and it is hard to step on them with bare, girlish feet. After all, wooden decks do not get that hot.
  The girl Oleg did not feel ashamed in front of the orcs and other creatures, although they were pawing at him with their eyes. No, he would not give in to them. And he would not blush.
  And the necromancer-sorcerer will be reduced to shit.
  Oleg Rybachenko thought again about how great it would be if he had a decisive influence on the course of World War II with his intelligence data. Here are the Germans reaching the Caspian Sea in early August 1943.
  Stalin is already undertaking the fourth Rzhev-Sychovsk operation with a counterattack in the center.
  But the Germans are waiting for him there and courageously repel all attacks. At the same time, they continue to advance along the Caspian Sea coast to the south. Having overcome its hesitations, Turkey also enters the war in early September. Its troops capture Batumi in a few days and surround Yerevan. The Red Army is unable to hold the Caucasus. And the Luftwaffe is armed with the formidable ME-309 and Ju-288, the best propeller-driven bombers and fighters in the world at that time. Jet aviation is also on the way.
  Oleg Rybachenko is sure that if the war had lasted longer, the German military genius would have unleashed its full power. Not like in real history. The Germans failed to take Baku on November 7, 1943. The Russians were strong after all. But the Fritzes united with the Turks. And a month later, the entire Baku Peninsula was captured by Germany. In January, the last pockets of resistance in the Caucasus died out, and the hegemony of the Third Reich was established on the two largest oil fields.
  Here Oleg's girl's thoughts were interrupted. The guards at the exit of the city slowed down the hobbits and they threw a gold coin to the guards.
  
  
  A HIDDEN PERSON IN HITLER-1
  The German general of the Bundeswehr finally managed to fulfill his long-time dream, to move into Hitler on November 1, 1941. When the Germans had not yet suffered a cruel defeat near Moscow, and there was still a considerable chance to replay the Second World War.
  The question of whether the soul can travel into the past still remains open. In science fiction, something like this is quite possible, but can one categorically assert the absolute unreality of such experiments?
  Is it even possible to make any categorical statements when it comes to our unpredictable universe?
  In any case, Johann Schwartz got a historical chance, thanks to his time in time. And his first decisions were to order the German army to make every effort to prepare for winter.
  Since the Germans had already captured a large number of settlements near Moscow, they had something to cling to and where to spend the winter. Therefore, Johann made the ambiguous decision to abandon a second offensive on Moscow and go over to temporary defense. The risk that the German troops would not be able to take the Soviet capital, would stretch their front and would come under crushing blows from the Soviet troops was too great. In addition, in the cold, the combat capability of the German troops is radically reduced and this is a fact.
  Of course, the refusal to attack Moscow meant prolonging the war, but the Inspector General of the Bundeswehr and Doctor of Technical Sciences Johann very much hoped that knowledge of the future would help the Germans win the scientific and technical competition, both with the USSR and with the allies.
  The main thing Schwartz thought was to avoid being beaten at the moment, and to gain a stronger foothold in cities and other populated areas.
  Other thoughts - should we attack Tikhvin? On the one hand, this would make it possible to cut off the supply line to Leningrad. But on the other hand, the Germans would leave the fortified line of defense and would come under strong counterattacks from the Soviet troops. In real history, the Nazis did not hold Tikhvin and suffered heavy losses.
  But in Crimea, the offensive on Kerch should have been continued, temporarily abandoning the assault on Sevastopol. Since the Russians were driven out of Rostov-on-Don in real history, the offensive there should have been continued, but only by strengthening the troops. The forces that the Germans had deployed in France and the Balkans could have been used. Let the Bulgarians and Italians take on the burden of occupation and fighting the partisans, and let the Fritzes themselves strengthen the Rostov group and not allow themselves to be driven out of the city.
  In addition, Schwartz decided to declare total war right now, without waiting for the capitulation of Paulus' group. And along with it, to introduce universal labor service.
  There are some good, already developed types of weapons. For example, the Ju-188 and Do-217, and forceful measures are needed to increase their production. First of all, the use of foreign labor. The Third Reich already has a lot of land and human resources, so they should be used rationally. For now, bombing by Britain is of a pinpoint nature, and it is possible to increase the production of weapons without the problems of disaggregating plants and factories. All existing equipment should be transferred to a three-shift mode of operation.
  Almost four million Soviet prisoners of war have already been captured. This means there is something to use to increase production. And to use the factories of captured countries.
  Unfortunately, the Germans do not have a strong enough tank yet. True, the T-4 became more or less acceptable for battle after installing a longer-barreled gun on it. But this machine is still unsatisfactory. The protection of the sides and rear is clearly insufficient. And serial production of a long-barreled gun will begin only next year. Fortunately, the turret does not need to be rebuilt to install a new gun. The T-3 tank is unfortunately already outdated, even with a barrel length of 60 EL. "Panthers" and "Tigers" will not be ready for serial production anytime soon. And these tanks are not ideal.
  And jet aviation is still only in development. Even taking into account the knowledge of the future that a general and a doctor of technical sciences have, it will take one and a half to two years to launch more or less acceptable jet fighters and bombers in series. And the same applies to tank aviation. Knowledge of the principles alone is extremely insufficient. For example, the Tiger was demonstrated at the Fuhrer's birthday on April 20, 1942. And only at the Kursk Bulge did it become widespread enough to take part in combat operations.
  And how long will it take before the MP-4 assault rifle is ready?
  And time is inexorable. It is clear that the Russians will also use the pause to strengthen themselves. But to rush to the assault, looking at the winter, is the worst option.
  So Johann Schwarz made a compromise decision. Strengthen the Rostov group as much as possible with troops from France and the Balkans. Announce additional conscription into the army, including from the age of sixteen. Mobilize concentration camp guards and overseers into the Wehrmacht - replacing them with women and teenagers. And of course attract as many Hiwis and foreigners into the troops as possible. In real history, foreigners were attracted to the Wehrmacht and the SS, but this should be done on an even larger scale. And of course, more actively use female labor, which did not happen in real history. In addition, female sniper battalions should be formed - females are excellent shooters with good training, and aviation brigades.
  Why was it that the USSR could use women in the army, but the Third Reich couldn't? Yes, Hitler was full of prejudices. Of course, Germany's satellites should also provide more troops. They should be pressured harder. Especially the Italians. And Bulgaria is obliged to deploy its divisions in the Balkans, replacing the German occupation units.
  The Italian army is weak, but it is quite capable of carrying out occupation and police functions in France, as well as fighting partisans in the occupied territories.
  In addition, we should listen to old Rosenberg and grant Ukraine, the Baltics, and Belarus formal statehood while maintaining the dominance of German capital and the circulation of the mark. This will allow us to get tens of thousands of new allies into our army.
  And from the prisoners of war we should start forming a "Russian Liberation Army" right now. It's a pity they don't have Vlasov himself yet, but he's not going anywhere, he'll appear soon. And then things will flow even more cheerfully.
  In the spring of 1942, the Germans were able to gain some numerical superiority over the Russians by mobilizing more than six million soldiers and officers to the Eastern Front. He will try to have more than eight million by the spring with more equipment. It is already possible to add to the production of tanks and aircraft. And until the moment when a new main and promising tank is created, priority should be given to the T-4 with a long-barreled gun, and in aviation the Ju-188, the Do-217 among bombers, and the ME-109 F, until more advanced models are created. And the HE-177, it seems, should be taken out of production, it is too unreliable. And the Focke-Wulf should be improved using the ideas of the future TA-152.
  And of course, the main focus in the future will be on jet aviation. But it takes time and re-transfer of airfields with extension of the runway and retraining of pilots.
  In addition, in addition to the Eastern Front, there is also the African Front. The question here is what to do? Either roll up the African direction and concentrate on the Eastern Front, or, on the contrary, strengthen and defeat the British while they are dispersed and have not gathered dangerous forces.
  After a short deliberation, Schwartz decided to reinforce Rommel's corps. The Germans would not undertake decisive offensive operations on the Eastern Front before May 1942 anyway, and the British had to be defeated. In addition to purely military considerations, moral ones also played a role. After all, in real history, this was the first defeat of the Wehrmacht by British ground forces. And in the event of success, America could become frightened and never decide to enter the war against such a colossal force as Nazi Germany.
  Moral factors first of all. And since the English, of course, will not risk landing in winter, across the English Channel, then the African contingent can be strengthened at the expense of the French group. And the German troops in the east, taking into account the call-up of reservists, will be quite enough to hold the defense against the Soviet forces. There are no plans to storm Sevastopol yet, so the Fritzes should, according to Johann's calculations, hold Rostov, having received an additional ten divisions.
  Of course, it is risky to expose France, but... The local population hates the English, so in the event of a landing, even if Britain does risk doing it in winter, there will be some enemy there to meet.
  In any case, all air raids on Moscow should be curtailed as too costly an undertaking, switching to defense in the air in the east, and strengthening the Mediterranean direction. Moreover, the Germans will have the advantage over the British that they know the British plans, while the latter have no idea that the fascists already know everything in advance.
  There are still almost three weeks until November 18th and a treacherous trap can be prepared for Britain. Operation Crusader should become a grave for the English troops.
  And it is enough to reinforce Rommel with three of the most combat-ready divisions transferred from France.
  In addition, Johann ordered a significant increase in the production of submarines, as well as a reform of the management system in the Third Reich, so that more power would be concentrated in one hand, including the tank industry. And the commanders of army groups were to subordinate all troops, including aviation and the SS. So that it would not turn out, as often happened in reality, that they acted like a swan, a crayfish and a pike on their own.
  Speer was appointed Reich Minister of Armaments and Munitions and given emergency powers.
  According to Johann's plan, this should speed up the process of adopting new models of German technology, their development and implementation.
  Schwartz also came up with many other different ideas and reforms, including mobilizing schoolchildren to work at machines.
  But the Soviet command made several unsuccessful attempts to attack in early November, and then there was a lull. The Russians themselves waited for the Germans to push forward. On November 18, the British rushed forward. In real history, they did not achieve success right away and at the cost of great losses. And here there were not three, but six German divisions, and the Fritzes knew in advance where Britain would come from. As a result, what Rommel failed to do in real history happened - the British were cut off from the Egyptian border and they were surrounded and almost completely destroyed and captured.
  The Germans, having won a major victory in Africa and received an additional two German and two Italian divisions, went on the offensive, moving towards the Suez Canal.
  Soviet troops also tried to counterattack in early December, but got bogged down in tough German defense. In the cities, the Fritzes were more or less able to hold out and resist the Soviet troops. Lacking numerical superiority and insufficiently trained, the Russian units suffered heavy losses and could break through the prepared defense of an experienced enemy. German aviation warmed up its engines using boiling water heated in boilers, and the infantry changed into felt boots and fur coats confiscated from the local population.
  The Germans were able to hold Rostov, having prepared to repel a Soviet counterattack. In general, the Germans held the defense. They captured Kerch and were in no hurry to storm Sevastopol.
  The Soviet troops tested the Fritzes' strength until mid-January. But without achieving any significant success anywhere, they stopped counterattacking. And the fascists were able to immediately reach the Suez Canal.
  In Iraq, an anti-British uprising broke out again, this time with more substantial Arab support. Although the Fritzes' communications were stretched, they managed to provide the minimum necessary supplies through heroic efforts, they drove the French Liberation Army out of Syria, and were able to take control of Iraq, but for now they refused to quickly advance into Iran.
  Rommel acted very skillfully in the combat operations, and the combat capability of the colonial troops of Britain was not up to par. The course of the combat operations was also negatively affected by the confusion in the British command, as well as the superiority of the German aces in their skill over the knights of the sky of the Leo Empire.
  But the Germans had stopped for now. Additional divisions were being formed in Germany. Many government officials were drafted into the army and replaced by women. Children were sent to nurseries and kindergartens. Which, in the opinion of the Fuhrer, was exactly right - to raise them in militarized institutions. The number of foreign workers increased many times over, exceeding twenty million. Draconian measures were taken to increase their productivity.
  Johann Adolf personally signed a number of draconian laws, increasing the length of the working day for both Germans and foreigners. The production of weapons in the Third Reich increased. Local SS divisions were also formed. The image of invincibility among the Germans increased the influx of volunteers.
  The total number of Wehrmacht soldiers and officers exceeded ten and a half million, not counting the Allied forces. Japan entered the war and so far acted quite successfully. But they should be warned about the possible loss of the encryption code.
  In February and March, the Germans repelled several attempts by Soviet troops to go on the offensive and inflicted some damage on the Red Army. The Wehrmacht's losses during the winter were significantly lower than in real history, especially in terms of the number of frostbitten and those who died from exposure.
  And the influx of armed men turned out to be more significant. In addition, a real precondition for an offensive on the Caucasus from the southern direction, where the strengthened Rommel was operating, was created. Having received additional reinforcements, the famous field marshal also captured Saudi Arabia.
  The attack on Iran was coordinated with Japan in order to link up in India.
  And so the Germans invaded Iran in April. The local population supported the populist slogans of the Fritzes. Moreover, Johann Adolf publicly visited the mosque and performed namaz there. And the Arabs adored him, especially such an ardent enemy of the USA and Britain.
  However, Johann was in no hurry to declare war on America, he demanded that Japan first open a second front against the USSR. Moreover, there was no point in exposing the Third Reich to carpet bombing by US aviation. And the Americans themselves would drag out their entry into the war until the end. Until the Germans had jet fighters, which would put an end to America's air hegemony. And developments were going very actively, like a tank with the ideas of the Leopard of the sixties and the E series.
  But everything takes time. For now, T-4 is not bad...
  In May, Soviet troops launched an unsuccessful offensive against Kharkov, falling into a skillfully prepared trap by the fascists. After which the Nazis rushed to the Caucasus. At the same time, in addition to losing the Baku oil fields, the Germans were able to better supply their group advancing on India. The Japanese captured a lot of territory, and now they could protect their possessions with a fleet and aircraft carriers, and open a second front against the USSR.
  The Battle of Midway ended in victory for the Japanese, who received valuable information from Johann Adolf. Now the samurai could seize everything they wanted in the Pacific Ocean and attack the Far East.
  After the general mobilization, at least four million well-trained and courageous infantrymen from the Land of the Rising Sun attacked the Red Army in the first echelon advancing in the Far East. And there was almost nothing to counter this force. The Germans began an offensive on Stalingrad with two army groups "A" and "B" at once, in converging directions. The fascists' plan then consisted of advancing along the Volga coast and to the Caspian Sea.
  The offensive along this route had many advantages, compared to the plan that was implemented in real history. In particular, along the Caspian plain, it is much more convenient for numerous German T-4 tanks to advance than to push through the Terek Gate. Moreover, now the Germans have an arsenal of steel mastodons, which turned out to be much more significant and stronger in quantitative and qualitative terms.
  Stalingrad fell in early July. At the same time, the fascists captured India, joining forces with the Japanese. The Germans moved along the right bank of the Volga quite quickly. The resistance of the Soviet troops was weakened. Moreover, Stalin ordered part of the reserves to be sent to the Far East. The situation was aggravated by the entry of Turkey into the war against the USSR. The situation became noticeably more acute, although it was extremely difficult before.
  In August, the damned fascists managed to pass through Dagestan, and by the end of the month they had attacked Baku. At the same time, the Turks were bogged down in battles for Yerevan, where numerous militias and the small Red Army fought bravely. But the Ottomans managed to capture Batumi. A pro-German rebellion broke out in Chechnya, and the fascists managed to break into Grozny, where they were met with great honor.
  The fighting in the Caucasus dragged on only due to the extreme tenacity of the Soviet troops. In late August and early September, the Red Army under the command of Zhukov and Vasilevsky attempted to break through the Fritz defenses north of Stalingrad. But due to a lack of forces and the use of significant tank reserves by the Germans, no significant successes were achieved. In August and September, the Soviet troops tried to break through the fascists in the center. But there was a smooth and strong line of defense there.
  In addition, a catastrophic situation developed in the Far East and large tank reserves were required to carry out counterattacks.
  In October, the situation in the Caucasus became even more complicated, the Germans and Turks united and the front was split into several parts. But the fighting continued. The Red Army did not want to surrender. Only on November 11 were the fascists able to finally capture Baku. And Yerevan continued to resist. On November 19, taking advantage of the fact that the onset of cold weather halted the Japanese offensive in the Far East, Soviet troops launched a new offensive in the Stalingrad direction.
  This attack was carried out from the Donets, through the bridgehead. And therefore it was possible to achieve success, the defeat of the Romanian troops. But unfortunately, almost the entire Caucasus had already been captured by the fascists, and in early December the Germans launched a powerful offensive. Meinstein struck at the flank of the Soviet troops, and he managed to break through the Red Army front using his superiority in numbers and powerful air support. And the Soviet troops were surrounded, but they fought with unflagging courage. But most of them died.
  The Germans still retained the initiative. Although they repelled the December attempt of the Soviet troops to attack in the center. The lack of fuel and lubricants weakened the Soviet army's ability to resist and attack.
  A HIDDEN PERSON IN HITLER-2
  But the Germans did not dare to advance further in the winter, but shifted their pressure to Africa. And they advanced in the southern direction to South Africa. It was advantageous for them to seize all the resources.
  The activity of the German submarine fleet also increased. The losses of the allies were growing. Moreover, at the beginning of 1943, jet bombers and aviation had already appeared in series. Bombers were especially dangerous and effective. Due to their high speed, they were difficult to shoot down with anti-aircraft guns, and impossible to catch up with fighters. And the bites of jet aviation became very painful for Britain.
  And new tanks appeared. In particular, with a compacted layout, and with a relatively small weight of up to forty-five tons. And with an 88-millimeter long-barreled gun, which penetrates all Soviet and Western tanks from a long distance. Thus, the Germans received a very powerful weapon.
  And in March, despite the length of communications, they had already approached South Africa. The local Boers and, strangely enough, the blacks supported the Fritzes. And in April, the Nazis finally strengthened their positions in South Africa. Madagascar was the last to fall in May, autumn for the southern hemisphere.
  The Germans had drawn too many of their divisions into Africa and were actively forming new colonial divisions, and were still slow to attack in the center of Russia. Stalin was also waiting for now. But Japan became more active. It tried to break through further to the Urals.
  Then Stalin, having gathered his forces, struck a blow at the samurai. The Japanese, having fallen under the Soviet tanks, rolled to the east. But then Johann gave the order to advance on Moscow and Saratov. By August, the Germans had already managed to accumulate a significant number of "Panthers". Moreover, with approximately the same weight as the "Panther" that was in real history, thanks to a more advanced layout, the new one has an 88-millimeter gun in the 71EL, and much thicker armor, with a large rational slope. And try to resist, when the USSR is still armed with T-34-76 and morally obsolete KV.
  The Germans did not have shooting ranges in the series because they were not needed, since the "Panther" was good enough. Only assault guns with bomb throwers weighing fifty tons or less ended up in service with the Third Reich.
  Despite all the heroism of the Soviet troops, it was impossible to resist a more numerous and technically better armed enemy. The Germans had numerous armored personnel carriers and assault carbines, more advanced than in real history. Moscow was surrounded after two months of extremely fierce fighting. And the Germans, in addition, were able to capture Saratov, and then Kuibyshev.
  Stalin had to evacuate to the Urals, to Sverdlovsk.
  The capital of the USSR resisted until mid-December. The Kremlin was heavily damaged. One person died defending the capital, Georgy Konstantinovich Zhukov, who never left his post.
  The Germans stopped near the city of Gorky (Nizhny Novgorod) in winter. The situation of the USSR became extremely difficult. But Stalin decisively rejected the proposals to conclude peace with Nazi Germany. And Johann Adolf was already looking towards Britain. The Third Reich had more than enough ground troops for landing on the territory of the metropolis.
  Then Johann Adolf decided to simultaneously finish off the USSR and capture England. The German submarine fleet already dominated the sea. Now the fascists were hastily building battleships, aircraft carriers and transport ships.
  At the beginning of May 1944, the fascists resumed their offensive against Russia. The Red Army's forces were undermined, but they still resisted heroically. Gorky resisted for a whole month, and Kazan and Ulyanovsk, along with Orenburg, fell in July. But at the end of August, the Germans had already approached Sverdlovsk.
  And at the same time, on September 1, the landing in Britain began. The battle for England lasted fifteen days and nights. And finally, after a stubborn battle, Britain capitulated. And on September 25, after a long siege and a stubborn assault, Sverdlovsk fell.
  The Japanese also achieved success, but they had not yet reached the Urals. Stalin left Sverdlovsk and moved his headquarters to Novosibirsk. The stronghold of Soviet power remained there. And the Germans again froze military operations for the winter. Now Johann Adolf was more interested in America, which was supposed to acquire an atomic bomb in 1945.
  But for now, thanks to the dominance of German jet aircraft, the Americans could not approach German cities.
  Oleg Rybachenko likes the compositions in which he again saw a continuation of the story of the time traveler in Hitler. In the USA, despite the significant destruction caused by the nuclear charge, they refused to capitulate. The war continued. The Third Reich, together with Japan, was advancing on the continent. In Canada in the summer of 1946, about two hundred and fifty German and foreign divisions, about forty Japanese, were already fighting. They were opposed by one hundred and eighty American and about twenty Canadian. Thus, on the side of the Third Reich there was already almost a one and a half advantage. In addition, German tanks, in particular the "Panther"-3, and "Tiger"-2 retained their qualitative superiority over the "Pershing"-2, the newest machine put into series production. Outdated brands also demonstrated the advantage of the Germans who conducted developments using the knowledge of the future.
  In jet aviation, the qualitative superiority of the fascists turned out to be even more significant, compensating for the quantitative capabilities of the Americans. Their jet F-80 could not compete on equal terms with the ME-362 and HE-262, being inferior to them in all respects: speed, maneuverability, armament, optics, equipment, night vision devices, radio and radar. In general, the F-80, due to its lousy maneuverability, was not suitable for full-fledged combat use. And the F-86 is still only being developed, and this project machine is noticeably inferior to German aircraft. So for now, the main combat load is carried by American Mustangs and Airacobras - propeller fighters that do not even come close to German parameters. The same is with bombers and attack aircraft.
  And even worse, full-fledged jet bombers and attack aircraft have only just begun to be developed. And the Germans have long had them in series and used in combat.
  But the Americans are strong, they have a developed economy, and they can produce equipment in huge quantities. In addition, the extended communications hinder the supply of German troops, which leads to a protracted war.
  The Fritzes, in order to improve supplies, began building a new railroad. From the Trans-Siberian Railway to Chukotka itself. And then a grandiose plan for an underground tunnel to Alaska itself. Here the Fuhrer, a time traveler, wants to connect both hemispheres in his dream of world domination!
  And this dream is gradually coming true! By the end of September, the Germans had reached the American-Canadian border. The fighting was extremely fierce. Some cities changed hands several times. The Americans, contrary to the widespread stereotype, turned out to be steadfast and good fighters. The population in the USA is armed, and many have been able to handle a Colt or a rifle since early childhood. So the Germans did not have an easy walk.
  Although of course Germany has more powerful small arms, but American automatic rifles are not bad either. And there is a lot of equipment, all kinds of transporters. It is not so easy to defeat the Americans, especially if there are problems with fuel.
  In order to reduce losses in manpower, the Fuhrer began to increase the air offensive and bombing with the help of jet aircraft.
  In addition, the Germans had disc-shaped aircraft in the series: machines with outstanding flight characteristics, capable of flying to a height of up to thirty kilometers, developing a speed of 5-6 sonic speeds and from there dropping radio-controlled bombs from the stratosphere. The German hostless aircraft also turned out to be dangerous, capable of bombing the territory of the USA without refueling from Europe or the Hawaiian Islands.
  These strikes caused enormous damage to American cities and destroyed industry, especially military production. But factories in the USA went underground and continued to stamp out various types of weapons.
  And the number of colonial and foreign units in the Third Reich's troops was growing more and more. The so-called barbarization of the army was underway. Its numbers were also growing.
  Having superiority in human resources, the Third Reich, entering into combat clashes, gradually won the war of attrition. In the winter of 1946-1947, the Germans were able to wedge into positions in the north of the United States and capture Quebec and Toronto, effectively removing Canada from the war. America no longer had allies, but this freedom-loving nation did not want to lay down its arms. Although the Fritzes, together with the Japanese, invaded the United States from Mexico. Gradually, the numerical superiority of the Third Reich, Japan and the pro-German coalition began to tell.
  But America was losing the war much more slowly than the Fuhrer, who was counting on technological superiority, would have liked.
  An unspoken agreement was concluded between the USA and Germany prohibiting the use of nuclear weapons. In view of the long-term radiation contamination of the tanks to be occupied and further exploited, the Fuhrer-time traveler agreed to this. But the war dragged on anyway. In the spring of 1947, having saved up their strength and using new Panther-4 and Tiger-3 tanks, the Germans began advancing towards Philadelphia. The battles were now mainly in favor of the Third Reich. For the first time in the war, the Nazis used dynamic protection and more powerful gas turbine engines of up to 2,000 horsepower on their new tanks. In addition, the Tiger-3 used the latest 120-mm cannon with a short barrel, but with high pressure in the breech part of the barrel, allowing the projectile to be ejected at a speed of 1,800 meters per second.
  The Germans' qualitative superiority grew again. The Americans had "Patons" weighing 65 tons, with a 120-millimeter gun, but they still could not penetrate the dynamic and multi-layered German protection and were inferior to the Fritzes in armament and the quality of the shells.
  Philadelphia was surrounded and fell at the end of June. The Americans lost a key strategic point in the north, and a lot of territory. The Germans, however, were still advancing relatively slowly. And they had not yet managed to pick up a high tempo. Chicago fell at the beginning of September, as well as Los Angeles. And in mid-November, the anti-American coalition troops advancing from the south and from the north united in the western part of the USA.
  By the end of the year, almost two-thirds of American territory was occupied. In February 1948, the offensive on New York and Washington began. And in March, these cities were completely surrounded. On April 20, both of America's largest famines were taken. The surrender of the remaining US troops, ironically, happened on May 9. Thus ended the Second World War. It lasted a total of eight years, eight months and nine days. Almost two hundred million people died in it, and nuclear weapons were used.
  The German eagle managed to flutter its wings over the world, thanks to its time travel. Germany, Japan, Italy, and some other countries divided the world, under the general hegemony of the Third Reich.
  But the Fuhrer-time traveler did not want to complete his conquest. The next victim of the German attack was Japan. The samurai had too much land. How could one not dispute such a thing?
  The Germans started the war on April 20, 1951 - they timed it to coincide with the birthday of the possessed Adolf. Three years were needed for the people to rest a little from military labors, and for the army to consolidate. It seemed dangerous to delay any longer. Japan itself could soon become a nuclear power. So the fascists got ahead of them and struck the samurai first. And they used nuclear weapons.
  The war developed with the advantage of the Third Reich due to the surprise attack. But the samurai resisted heroically. They slowly abandoned their positions. German technology still had an overwhelming qualitative superiority over the Japanese, and this was decisive in the battles.
  But Japan is also a tough nut to crack, with a large army and a fanatical population. In addition, the Land of the Rising Sun has large territories and many resources: both human and material.
  The Germans advanced, attacking Japan's colonial possessions in Asia. First of all, in Primorye in the Far East, in Burma and Bangladesh in Asia, in the East of the United States in America. In addition, in Tibet... Japan had grabbed too much land for itself, even part of Australia, that the Third Reich could forgive it. The Russian Autonomous Republic, which was still headed by Stalin, also took part in the war with the samurai. The Fuhrer-time traveler promised to return the lands conquered from the USSR by Japan to the Russian Autonomous Republic as part of the Third Reich federation. It should be noted that both Johann Adolf and Joseph Vissarionovich personally established friendly relations. Which allowed them to avoid guerrilla warfare and mass punitive actions.
  So the Red Army deployed its own front. One hundred and twenty Soviet divisions against eighty Japanese and colonial Chinese. True, there was little equipment - since the autonomy forces were of a semi-police nature. But still, it was a considerable force, capable of influencing the entire course of the war.
  But the leader of all times and nations made a very risky decision, immediately sending the first prototype to the front line in a desperate offensive. The operation was named: "Chapaev". That is, in honor of if not the greatest, then the most charismatic commander of the civil war. And Stalin understood that this was perhaps his last practical chance to extract at least something from the war with Japan. Otherwise, Hitler's troops, having lost all respect for the commander of the Caucasian spill, would crush him.
  Moreover, by using the IS-7, he violated the unspoken ban on the autonomy developing certain types of equipment.
  However, even now the chances of achieving any tactical success were extremely modest and weak. But Stalin had no choice, and he made a gambler's bet.
  Since combat statistics showed that women drivers lose tanks twice as rarely, the IS-7 was equipped with an all-female crew. Five beautiful girls made up the crew of the experimental tank. The new 130-mm gun had a chance to penetrate the famous Japanese pyramidal "Emperor" from a combat distance. The 68-ton Soviet tank itself had a large slope of the frontal armor, a weight of 68 tons and the ability to withstand shells from both German, Japanese and its own guns. True, only in the front, so the side and rear armor turned out to be significantly weaker. A positive quality of the new tank was the 1080-ton engine, which allowed it to reach a speed of 60 kilometers on the highway and as many as eight machine guns. Yes, the armament is better than on the IS-4, although so far the machine has only been produced in one copy.
  But the girls' crew will try it out now. And show their strength. And also that Soviet machines are not as hopelessly behind the Japanese as the strategists of the Land of the Rising Sun expect.
  The commander of Augustine's crew shouts at the top of his lungs:
  - We will win anyway!
  The heavy tank tracks rumble, demonstrating daring and cast steel rollers. Nature itself seems to be on the girls' side. Young, and very beautiful warriors, chew a melon that they somehow got on May 1st in the spring, and sing.
  The great name of the sacred councils,
  Shines over the world - like the sun itself!
  We covered the planet with imperishable glory,
  And they threw off the yoke and the evil burden!
    
  This is my dear Motherland,
  You are the most beautiful person in the whole world...
  A barefoot girl runs along the alley,
  She's like a snowdrop and not even twenty yet!
    
  We fight beautifully and make peace beautifully,
  Our proud Soviet people, without fear...
  On the most beautiful day for us, Valentine,
  Let the girl find a guy for affection!
    
  Love is a feeling that is almost unearthly,
  There is much hidden within us, and much within you...
  Believe me, wealth can be acquired.
  And passion is the most important thing on Earth!
    
  The war will rumble and the fires will disappear,
  Know that the time will come and happiness will come...
  Different couples will create a family for themselves,
  And I believe there will be a generous sunrise for children!
    
  Then we will build the dream of communism,
  We will build huge cities...
  The sword of fascism will burn in the fires of hell,
  The Fatherland is with us - consider it forever!
    
  Where Pushkin and Yesenin wrote poetry,
  The radiant blush of the girl's delight.
  The beautiful distances of communism are visible,
  And the Fuhrer will soon be sent to prison!
    
  Then we will sing the glory of the Fatherland,
  Let our poems be for the party...
  We will soon build a universal power-
  Oh great Stalin, save Russia!
  When the girls finished singing, their tank appeared in front of a dozen Japanese machines. Three Japanese tanks are the newest licensed, and still extremely rare - pyramidal. With a 105-millimeter gun and 100 EL barrel length. The initial velocity of the projectile of the German licensed, in service with the army of the Land of the Rising Sun (currently obsolete! So more advanced, high-pressure!) guns appeared up to 1300 meters per second, which compensates for a slightly smaller caliber than the Soviet machine. The speed of the projectile of the Soviet gun is 903 millimeters. But the caliber is 130 against 105, one compensates for the other. Even if the Japanese, copied from the German shell is a little more armor-piercing, but it is smaller.
  Of course, the rate of fire of the German gun will be higher. Among the Japanese machines there is the outdated Panther-1 with a 75-mm gun, and the Tiger-3, which is a mastodon, the captured American Pershin-2 with a powerful gun, the most mass-produced Japanese licensed tank "Lion"-2 with a 105-mm gun, only with a slightly shorter barrel than the "Emperor", only 70 EL.
  The girls shoot on the move. Svetlana aims. It's not that easy, since the Soviet tank doesn't have a hydrostabilizer, but the gunner is a girl of rare beauty. The girls are wearing only open, bikini-type swimsuits. The weather turned out to be warm, like in summer, and it's even hot in a tank with a powerful engine.
  Bare feet feel the machine very well. The naked, sensitive sole of a girl feels the slightest vibration of the tank. And you are as if one with it. Even in winter, girls tried to fight barefoot so that the machine, its pulse, could feel with an open foot. So you can control the tank so that no one gets into it, and hit the enemy on the move.
  In terms of armor-piercing, the "Emperor" is no weaker than the IS-7, and there is still a chance, especially for a shell with a uranium core, to penetrate the front or hit the butt. In addition, if it hits the side, it will be a disaster, and the tracks are quite vulnerable.
  Japanese and captured American tanks opened fire from a distance. They know that their guns are armor-piercing and dangerous.
  Shooting at the "Emperor" with its pyramidal shape from a distance is extremely risky and unwise. The female tankers fired at the American "Pershing"-2 as the most vulnerable tank of this cavalcade. Of course, this is a weakness. But you have to be able to hit when the enemy is still more than three kilometers away...
  The first shell was a sighting one, and slid five meters from the right side of the American tank. Oksana and Marusya, actively moving their bare legs, load, and Olga increases the engine speed.
  Pershing-2 is just a pair. They are with Americans who are fighting allegedly as volunteers on board. And they shoot very actively. The guns of such a tank exceed the penetrating power of the "Tiger"-2 gun, so it is extremely dangerous for tanks of a smaller caliber.
  Svetlana digs her bare heels in and tries to relax. The main thing here is not aiming, but feeling the machine. It is still impossible to accurately aim a weapon on the move without a stabilizer, and you should rely on intuition. And she is a fairly experienced shooter. They fought on the T-34-85, and then there was experience with the IS-3, albeit in an experimental form, during underground development. So they are already a proven team. And each girl already has a bunch of orders, and a gold hero's star. So they are prepared.
  Svetlana herself personally saw how the Japanese burned Soviet people alive in the occupied territories. And she really wanted to take revenge on the fascists, the samurai, all this wickedness trampling Russia. But the Americans caused even greater irritation. Having betrayed the USSR, they went over to the side of fat Japanese capital and the fascist dictate. And this could not but cause hatred towards them. True, American planes and tanks are worse than German and even Japanese ones. And the Pershing-2, as well as the T-93 are the only tanks that fight on the fronts.
  The Yankees, however, tried to drop the Shermans, but this vehicle was already sharply inferior in its qualities to the Panther-2, and even the Japanese accepted this tank without much enthusiasm, only while they did not have enough of their own.
  Already in 1943 and especially in 1944, the "Panther"-2 became the main tank of the panzer division and confidently showed everyone its superiority in frontal armor and the lethal force of the gun. To this day, the "Panther"-2 is superior to the "Pershing-2", which is a shame for the Americans. But there are also "Emperor"-2 tanks, a real masterpiece of engineering thought, with which the Yankees cannot even come close to competing.
  The girl got upset and went ahead and shot at the Pershing. The frontal armor of the turret is only 105 mm for this vehicle. So it is more vulnerable than the Panther-2, which even in its early modification had 150 mm armor. Although the American tank with its long trunk is capable of stinging painfully.
  For a moment the Pershing froze, and then its turret seemed to burst. The armor cracked and thick smoke poured out.
  Svetlana sang joyfully:
  - One, two... A marching squad! Our fires are burning from St. Petersburg!
  Their tank is approaching...
  Augustine happily says:
  - The score is one to zero in our favor!
  For some reason Svetlana blurted out the wrong thing:
  -The first pancake is always lumpy...
  But maybe she meant her first miss. But in general, it is extremely difficult to hit with a large-caliber gun while moving, without a stabilizer. But barefoot girls can do it - because they are phenomena.
  Here Svetlana catches the second "Pershing" in her sights. While shooting, the girl tries to hold her breath and feel the pattern. The distance is shortening and there are only three kilometers left. And even less than three... Svetlana presses the trigger. The mechanism is triggered, and the present flies.
  Marusya whispers:
  - May God open the eyes of the blind...
  Although "Pershing" does not look like a hunchback, his back straightened: having torn off the turret. All five girls shouted in unison:
  -Bravo! Bravissimo!
  And so the tank was consumed, out of a dozen only ten remained.
  Now the radiant blonde in a bikini Svetlana grins into the sight. Two shots in a row are accurate. And this is from a large-caliber gun. Wonderful - she got a powerful tank. And now the ranger girls drive another shell into the barrel. And all the while the beauties continue to smile contentedly. How smart and charming they are.
  Svetlana whispers under her breath:
  - Here, my genies! To me, my genies!
  And again the sniper girl shoots. And her shots are beautiful. The girl leans on her bare heel, and so that the metal sparks from her sole to the back of her head. And so you relax incredibly... And now the question is who to choose as the next victim? The Panther-2 and Tiger-2 are approximately close in frontal armor. The slightly smaller thickness of the turret armor is compensated by the greater slope in the "Panther".
  So, the choice is clear: it is necessary to hit a larger target - the "Royal Tiger". And here the third tank loses support with the ground. Yes, this model "Tiger"-2 is not very successful. The weight is the same as the IS-7, and the Soviet tank has better protection and a more powerful gun. But the Japanese mastodon will be simpler in shape. Because of this, the KT has long been in production. Of course, it was removed from production, but the machine is tenacious, and therefore it is still encountered at the fronts.
  It was a powerful machine, with an excellent and experienced crew... It was here and gone! True, at that moment a well-aimed Japanese shell hit the IS-7's turret in the forehead. But it ricocheted. And the German tank broke through, losing its turret.
  Svetlana sang joyfully:
  - It is easy to see a just goal... A great goal!
  And here is the next victim, the Panther-2, also a morally obsolete vehicle, although significantly superior to the T-34-85 in its combat qualities and not inferior in running gear.
  The weight of the Japanese vehicle is fifty tons, with an engine of nine hundred horsepower. That is, the tank is strong and durable. 82 mm of side armor, more or less protects from many Soviet guns. "Panther"-2 spits shells, which when approaching become more and more dangerous.
  Svetlana enjoys the touch of Oksana's hands on her calloused soles. The girl vigorously massages from bare toes to heels, and Svetlana shoots... You need to hit the Panther precisely so that the projectile does not ricochet. Otherwise, there will be a failure.
  Svetlana fires a shell and continues to hum from a twenty-first century hit. (When you see a dream, then this is quite possible!) The girl-sniper gets such fair thoughts:
  - I also need a just hero, a great hero who will lead everyone!
  And "Panther"-2 went to the underworld. That's where it belongs!
  This is how Svetlana dealt with everyone sensibly...
  Oksana roars at the top of her lungs:
  - The score is four to zero in our favor!
  The ranger girls are very pleased with how well they dealt with the enemy. They are warriors from the sky.
  Now there are eight tanks left. Five "Lions" and three "Emperors". The "Lion" has very powerful frontal armor of 250 mm at an angle, and 150 mm at an angle of 45 degrees of the hull. The "Lion"-2 has 82 mm of side armor, the "Lion"-3 has 125 mm. And the hull is 200 mm. It is not so easy to overcome such mastodons.
  The "Emperor"-2, a Japanese model of 250 mm, has a large sloped hull front. And such uniform armor in half of the tank, and 200 mm in the rear.
  It is very difficult to penetrate the high-quality cemented armor of these tanks.
  That's why the girls get closer. Japanese cars don't have blind spots where they can't ricochet, so they're even harder to hit than previous models...
  The distance has been reduced to a kilometer. And this is already risky. The "Lion"-3 also has a barrel length of 100 EL. This means it can burn through the IS-7 in the forehead.
  HITTING THE FUHRER - 3
  Here all hope is on Olga's maneuverability. The girl-driver is completely naked in order to better feel the disturbances of all magnetic and non-magnetic fields. And thus avoid poisonous and deadly hits from the enemy.
  And the hunt for it is not a joke. Eight guns are more than one. Their tank has already been hit five times, but the shells ricocheted off the sloping armor.
  Olga whispers a prayer under her breath, or a final fairy tale. You can move in such a way that the impact of the projectile is softened, and it strikes less deadly.
  And Svetlana shoots again... Mortally wounded "Lion", rears up! The fifth tank is ready.
  The girls sang in chorus again:
  - The country is huge...
  Svetlana muttered:
  - Mortal combat against the fascists!
  And now the barefoot terminator girls have loaded a new shell into the breech. Not a very rapid-fire Soviet weapon, but powerful. And again Svetlana stretches her socks and wiggles her toes. She smoothly releases the mechanism, and the gun's inertia is given to her.
  And here is another "Lion"-2 fatally concussed. Only six vehicles left. But the most dangerous and powerful... You can take them head-on, or you can not. The angle of the rational slope of the armor is too high.
  But Svetlana radiates confidence. They are Komsomol girls, after all, and therefore born to win. But here again the lips whisper a prayer and a shell in the breech.
  A shot is fired...
  Alas, this time Svetlana's luck turned away. The projectile bounced off a heavily hardened, inclined surface and went into a ricochet. The girl burst into bitter tears of frustration and hissed:
  - A failed move... The projectile is wasted!
  The distance between the tanks is decreasing. And it is clear that the enemy is significantly ahead of the Soviet machine and gun in rate of fire. But Olga manages to avoid a deadly bite by jerking the IS-7 tank. And the machine somehow holds out against the enemy's lethal shells.
  But Svetlana, in order to concentrate and better find the vulnerable point in the enemy"s armor, whispers:
  - With the dark Nazi force, with the damned horde...
  Marusya, massaging the female arrow's bare feet, she replaced Oksana and finished singing:
  - Let the noble rage boil like a wave!
  Svetlana fires a shot, finishing singing:
  - There is a people's war, a holy war!
  Here is the seventh tank defeated. Its turret is thrown away like a ripe boletus that has been cut off.
  Svetlana crows joyfully:
  - I don't like empty expenditure... My first move is my last move!
  Oksana and Natasha insert a new apparatus, and Marusya energetically worked her hands, trying to charge Svetlana with energy. Such a harmonious couple it turned out to be.
  Svetlana fires a shot, and the eighth tank flies off into the cosmic underworld.
  Marusya smirks and whispers contentedly:
  - My job!
  She really did give me a good ankle massage. And after that she purred like a contented cat.
  There were four tanks left, three of them were almost impenetrable "Emperors". The Soviet machine caught up with them...
  Svetlana barely had time to turn the gun, and Augustina to turn on the turret rotation... Their tank passed all the obstacles and a well-aimed shot tore apart the armor of the "Lion"-3... Thus, almost point-blank, the powerful enemy was finished off. And now only the invulnerable pharaohs remain. But the warriors are ready for battle.
  Svetlana sang:
  - Just a little bit more, just a little bit more - the last fight is the hardest...
  The nimble girls shoved the shells into the breech. If the IS-7 had been at least a little faster-firing. The Japanese, or in fact German, licensed semi-automatic guns with a pneumatic shell feed are a different matter. If the Soviet hadn't had the legendary all-girl crew at the wheel, the samurai rapid-fire guns would have blown everyone away long ago, even the armor of secret Siberian hardening wouldn't have helped.
  Olga spread out on the chair and her naked breasts touched the levers. This way it was easier for her to go into a state of combat trance. The German vehicles had fast rotating turrets, they made a full turn in twelve seconds. The Komsomol warriors barely had time to load the gun. And Olga shifted the tank.
  Three poisonous shells, deadly from such a distance, only grazed the right armor and exploded ten meters behind the IS-7. And in response, Svetlana and Avgustina fired at the Germans together, aiming almost point-blank at the most vulnerable spot: the rear of the hull, and trying to make the armor slope minimal.
  Until this moment, cases of loss of "Emperor" were isolated and, as a rule, not in tank battles. And then the tenth machine caught fire, and only two remained.
  All five girls felt the smell of blood in themselves... The pyramidal tanks caught the Soviet machine in their sights and spewed out shells. How dangerous it is... From such a distance, the bite of a shell with a tungsten or uranium core is as deadly as an Indian viper in the nose.
  Olga was covered in superhuman sweat, as if she had been oiled. The girl was breathing heavily and shaking in ecstasy.
  Oksana and Avgustina threw another shell into the breech... It became really hot in the tank, and sweat dripped from the half-naked girls' bodies like hailstones.
  Svetlana recites from the classics:
  - Come out to the Volga, whose groan is heard, whose bones are cracking from pain! We are seeing off the master-wolf, on his last vile journey!
  And she fired, and Commander Augustina helped aim the gun with her graceful, bare, girlish foot. Because Svetlana's tired hands were shaking badly...
  The shell ricocheted, and the German vehicles began to turn around. Then Olga sent the IS-7, fortunately the vehicle was fast enough among the menacing Japanese, squat mastodons.
  Svetlana turned the gun and literally touched the enemy hull with the barrel. Oksana and Marusya managed to throw the shell, in a hurry, the radiant girl and warrior of Light fired. She hit almost touching the armor of the enemy tank with the barrel.
  The large Japanese machine received a fatal hole, but the Soviet one also had half of its barrel torn off by the strong explosion.
  The girls even jumped from the shaking. The samurai's combat kit detonated and shells began to explode.
  Svetlana, in annoyance, poked her fist into her face and exclaimed:
  - What a fool I am!
  Oksana did not agree with her:
  - You fatally stung the "Emperor", and not everyone can do that!
  Svetlana answered rudely:
  - Less banality! Better give me the projectile faster!
  Augustine responded logically to this:
  - Our cannon will be completely torn apart then. The best option is to return to our own people and replace the barrel. We must preserve such a valuable machine at any cost!
  Svetlana reluctantly agreed:
  - You are the commander and you know better...
  Olga said in a voice that was sepulchral from fatigue:
  - Now I must use all my strength to save myself!
  The Soviet tank shifted into its last gear to escape the Pharaoh's poisonous shells. It was necessary to bring the extremely expensive machine back to its camp without further damage.
  But the decision to show the stern of the "Pharaoh" is not the best, since the back of the IS-7 is much weaker than the forehead. And the chances of dying increased many times. In addition, licensed jet attack aircraft NEYA-283 appeared in the sky, with 75-mm aircraft cannons and unguided rockets.
  And this is more than serious. The enemy is a specialist in destroying Soviet tanks, and very fast. And his guns are oh so fast-firing.
  Olga's eyes are bulging from the strain, and the charismatic Avgustina is actively helping the driver. They have a common goal: to survive at any cost. And they will try. After all, the girls are very experienced. They experienced their first baptism of fire in 1944. Not on a tank, but in the infantry. True, young Komsomol girls, and even young Pioneer scouts at that time, were spared, but they themselves were eager to fight. And they captured a "Panther"-2, unexpectedly demonstrating their tank talent.
  After that, everyone was afraid to send the girls into the very hell. But they were lucky, they climbed the devil's horns themselves, and not one of them, not once, received a serious injury. Only scratches were on the little devils, which healed without leaving scars on their skins.
  Augustine also prayed silently. More and more jet, powerful samurai attack aircraft appeared. The "Emperor"-2, which is not inferior in running qualities to the IS-7, moves behind them and shoots.
  Of course, the Japanese have less chance of hitting on the move than from a stationary position, but their gun is equipped with a hydrostabilizer.
  If Augustine knew the future, she would probably regret that in the twenty-first century computers began to decide too much and the human factor decreased many times. Because of this, the twenty-first century became the century of competition of technologies, and not of military feat. And this made war less interesting, and not so heroic.
  And now it's not the computer that aims at them, but a person. Which, of course, makes the battle incredibly interesting and exciting. And in the future, pilots will soon no longer be needed!
  Augustina whispered a prayer and thought at the same time: if there is a God, what is He like? Augustina had strong doubts about the Lord revealing himself through the Bible. She went to a club: a young atheist, and having an excellent memory, she knew by heart numerous biblical errors and contradictions.
  And how can God contradict Himself in His revelation? For example, how can there be a seventy-five year difference in the birth of Abraham's father Terah, and how can a two-year-old mustard plant turn into a tree in the branches of which huge birds build nests? Or, for example, the discrepancies in the dates of the Egyptian captivity, or when King David went for the ark - after defeating the Philistines or before that? And if all the Egyptian cattle died, then on what horses did Pharaoh pursue Moses and his people?
  Yes, it would take a long time to list the errors in the Holy Scriptures. And the morally dubious ethnic cleansing that the Jews carried out in the Old Testament.
  No, Natasha most likely believed that both the Bible and the Koran were not God's revelation, but purely human ideas about the Almighty God. The Almighty most likely did not leave a clear revelation about himself. And any person can interpret their faith differently.
  Personally, Augustine was most attracted to Rodnoverie, the mysterious religion of Russian ancestors before the Christian era.
  So little evidence and authentic texts of the Slavic Vedas remained. This gave rise to contradictory doctrines and disputes about Rodnovery. Including the question remains open: were our ancestors Slavic monotheists, or closer to Hellenic paganism. And of course, many Slavic tribes, and maybe in the place of Russia there was a powerful state: Hyperborea?
  Many Greek authors wrote about this state in ancient times. And if people believe in the reality of Atlantis, which was mentioned only by Plato, then why shouldn't they believe in Hyperborea. After all, many authors talk about it.
  The word Hyperborea itself means: the land of the northern wind. This means that it is located approximately where modern Soviet Russia is. And this proves that our Motherland is much more ancient and cultured than many people think. And even the pyramids in Egypt were built by our ancestors. There is much scientific evidence and confirmation of this.
  Thousands of years ago, the ancestors of the Russians built the first settlements on the far side of the moon. They founded cities on the pole of Mars, and... Perhaps there are Russian settlements on Sirius and the primary Hyperborean culture has been preserved. Imagine that somewhere on the stars they speak Russian and worship the almighty Rod.
  Some catastrophe, probably of cosmic proportions, happened on planet Earth, and it destroyed Hyperborea. But it can't be forever. Most likely, there are Russian empires in other worlds and galaxies. Or maybe even planet Earth, the only sublunary planet in the universe where Russians do not yet rule?
  Moreover, probably as a result of reasons that will soon be overcome!
  Captain Augustina sang with enthusiasm;
  Know that we will protect and expand our Motherland,
  Let's give an ocean of endless love...
  Under the flag of a united, sacred Russia-
  Let my descendants play with laughter!
  And in the very last verse, something flared up in the tank. An air-to-ground rocket rammed the roof of the Soviet tank and exploded inside.
  The crew with beautiful girls was thrown into a monstrous, rolling, fiery and metallic whirlwind.
  Andrey saw how Soviet people fight with samurai. Female tank crew, four girls, on an outdated T-34-85, go into battle against Japanese mastodons. But their courage and heroism, against the technical superiority of the samurai. Here is a duel, Japanese tank "Tanako" with 88-mm weapon, copied from the German "Tiger". It surpasses the Soviet machine in frontal armor and armament. Only in the side there is a chance to hit.
  The girl driver Nikoleta presses the pedals with her bare feet and maneuvers to avoid being hit by a heavy Japanese shell flying out at a speed of over a kilometer per second. The girl feels her car with her bare heels, although it is not yet very warm outside. It is only May 1st and the battles are going on in Siberia, there is snow in some places. But the warrior knows that only in this way, by freeing her feet from shoes, will she gain the sensitivity that allows her to become one with the car. And then the more powerful gun of the enemy's heavy sixty-five-ton tank will be powerless.
  A Japanese shell flies past, and Nicoleta mutters under her breath:
  - Whoever is used to fighting for victory... Let them sing with us...
  Angelina is a gunner, she is also barefoot and lovely. A redhead - hair the color of dawn. She aims the gun and shoots... She needs to knock the enemy off her sights... Her shell hits the gun mantlet - a pig's snout, the enemy is shaken. No, they can't penetrate the 200-millimeters in the forehead yet, but they have shown that they shoot more accurately. And the speed of their Soviet machine is increasing. It is in top gear, and Nicoleta even managed to force the diesel engine.
  The crew commander Natasha, a natural blonde, is also very beautiful both in her figure and her face with a masculine chin. He combines the duties of a radio operator, which allowed the crew to be reduced from five to four people and to increase the ammunition in the tank.
  The blonde Sofia is loading. All four girls here are beautiful, and with a minimum of clothes: to be more comfortable. In addition, the tank warms up while moving and it becomes hot in it.
  Angelina says smiling:
  - The people and the army are united!
  The Japanese machine spits again, but can't hit. Although it shoots using excellent optics. The girls sang in chorus:
  This is the word Motherland for us,
  Great, boundless Russia...
  The girls are simply top notch,
  And the main Stalin is our hero-messiah!
    
  In the Soviet country the red flag flies,
  And the pioneers sing their choir...
  We wish our Fatherland all the best -
  There is a place in the radiant paradise!
    
  We will raise the USSR above the world,
  He will become an example for everyone for centuries...
  In vain does the evil sir bare his teeth,
  Let the Russian dream come true!
    
  Russia, you are the most beautiful of all,
  There is no more beautiful country in the universe...
  We have an equal Pole, a mustachioed Czech,
  The Fatherland will give people happiness!
    
  We love our country with all our hearts,
  Although there are a lot of problems in it...
  I will die with joy for my Rus',
  The archangel will meet me with a stern look!
    
  How good it is for us to live in peace in this world,
  However, war is again on the threshold...
  And life is as thin as a silk thread,
  And even the gods are merciless to people!
    
  I pray to Christ, the Saint, forgive me,
  That I am sinful and not pure in heart in faith...
  And I'm not even twenty years old -
  And death is already knocking at our door!
    
  Don't break the sacred string,
  To be faithful to God was strongly asked...
  He promised: I will overthrow Satan -
  And you serve mother Russia!
  On the last line, Angelina drove a shell right into the side of a Japanese Tiger, right between the hull and the turret. The ammunition detonated, and the tank began to explode. The girls squealed joyfully. And they had a new enemy - a Japanese Panther. A fast machine that was also hurrying to close in.
  Nicoleta shouted:
  - The trumpet is calling us!
  And she pulled the lever. The Japanese acted bravely, but recklessly. Despite the gun's rapid fire and the presence of a hydrostabilizer, the samurai did not shoot accurately enough - he missed. And the girls, having loosened the earth, shot him in the starboard side. And they squealed in unison:
  - But pasaran!
  Here comes the third tank to meet them. Shaking its 128-millimeter gun-trunk. But the girls are not at all embarrassed by this. They move at full speed, and their tank even jumps up as if it had wings. And the warriors sing at the top of their lungs:
  - Our heroic strength... Strength of spirit and strength of will!
  And then Angelina, a red-haired girl in a bathing suit, manages to fire so that her projectile hits the enemy's barrel. The Japanese just took it, lost the barrel, and became helpless. And now even the powerful all-round protection won't help him. The virtuoso Angelina drove the projectile into the lower part of the hull - between the rollers. And the Japanese eighty-ton mastodon began to tear and crumble into fragments. Its turret held on for a while, and then tore off, and twisted its severed stump.
  The girl tank crew laughed and sang:
  - The fighter has a heroic look, he can defeat anyone with one blow!
  The next victim of the warriors was a self-propelled gun with a 310-millimeter cannon. The terminator girls sang:
  - Viburnum, viburnum, oh what a viburnum, viburnum!
  And Angelina sent a shell into the very belly of the gun. The Japanese self-propelled gun exploded, and only the rollers from the tracks flew in all directions. Apparently the samurai did not expect this!
  There are courageous women in Russian villages!
  Natasha even sang in her radiant voice:
  There are women in our Russia,
  That they fly the plane easily...
  What is the most beautiful thing in the universe?
  He'll kill the enemy with a joke!
    
  They are born to win -
  To glorify Rus' for centuries!
  After all, our great grandfathers -
  They were going to collect everything for them at once!
  And the fifth Japanese "Panther" machine received a shell in the track and, by inertia, rammed the samurai "Tiger" while moving. Thus, one Soviet gift sent two Japanese mastodons to the next world.
  And the Russian girls are still fighting in the air. On an outdated Yak-9, the pilot Maria performs fantastic turns, fearlessly throwing herself at the Japanese jet mosquitoes.
  Maria is a very beautiful girl - a honey blonde, and she also fights in a bathing suit. This is their fashion: a whole order of girls who try to get by with a minimum of clothing even in winter and go and fight barefoot. But it is so effective. The naked body feels the technique, you will never feel these steel and winged horses in a jumpsuit.
  Here is a Japanese jet fighter falling, leaving a smoking tail behind it. And the girl says:
  - Russian knight on his knees savages,
  I will wipe the enemies of the Fatherland from the face of the Earth!
  And this despite the overwhelming superiority of the enemy in weapons, speed and perhaps even maneuverability. But the higher powers favor beautiful girls. And the warriors create real miracles in the sky and on the ground, even if using outdated weapons.
  And so Maria, with a most agile maneuver, lays down on her wing and slips between two Japanese jet planes. And sends out air shells, setting the imperial pilots' tails on fire. Although the samurai are strong in the air, they do not have time to react to such a nimble movement. Because the plane and the pilot herself are essentially one. She dances between the jets of jet guns, like a dancer between cobras.
  This is what a special training method means - today you fight the Japanese, and tomorrow you kick Germany's ass.
  HIDDEN INTO THE FUHRER-4
  And now Alvina noticed a German pyramidal tank moving along a snowdrift. The newest machine with a 105-millimeter gun. It has a very large contact area with the ground, and it has no tray. Thus, this tank has high cross-country ability, even better than the T-34. Good rate of fire, range and accuracy of fire of a semi-automatic gun with excellent optics make this tank the king of the battlefield. The most important thing is impenetrability, even if you fire from the sides and from behind an ambush.
  Alvina ran after the German car. Her bare feet were light, and it was nice to stomp on the snow. So, perhaps, it was pleasant. And the young warrior was still, essentially, a girl. She really wanted to jump and tumble.
  And now she... The German tank stopped. It was slightly ahead of the barefoot warrior, and the barrel was shaking. The blonde terminator picked up the pace. Something interesting could start now. As it turned out, it really did start. One mustachioed Fritz wanted to smoke.
  It is not for nothing that they say: smoking shortens life! In this case, it should be understood as an infallible truth.
  And indeed, before the cigarette had even burned out, and Fritz had hidden in the tank, Alvina threw a shard of ice with her bare toes of her sharpened feet. And the tip pierced the fascist's solar artery. Fritz, choking on blood, began to sink. The hatch cover is on the stern, and retractable, so as not to create vulnerable spots in the armor. And let's be honest, it's not sweet for the Nazi.
  Blood is bitter, especially if you shed it yourself! And the fascist shed not only the truth, but also bitter tears.
  The second Nazi stuck his head out of the hatch... Albina threw a pebble at him. She threw it with her hand, but also very accurately, so that the skull split. And in the pyramidal tank of the newest design there are only two crew members. Because everything is automated, and the machine itself is controlled by a joystick. Well, very similar to those used in game consoles.
  Alvina threw out the German corpses and whistled, saying:
  - The corpse of an enemy smells good, but still stinks! The corpse of a friend does not stink, but smells bad!
  After such a rhetorical phrase, the warrior girl and young sorceress Eros moved her tank in search of targets. It's high time to hunt the fascist creatures. Otherwise, these Fritzes have eaten us all to death.
  Alvina felt that she would soon run into a tank column. The pyramid tank, no matter how you look at it, is still a rarity. So you will have to deal with a clearly weaker enemy, so beware of the Fritzes.
  Here comes the cavalcade. Four Tiger-3 tanks - "Royal Tigers" with a small turret and a compact layout. Something like a larger Panther-2. Three Tiger-2 tanks, and six Lev-2 vehicles. That's thirteen in total. Of these, the Lev-2s with 105-millimeter guns are the most dangerous.
  But the pyramidal tank has a gun with a barrel length of 100 EL. And that means this tank is the coolest and scariest.
  Here Alvina aims the barrel at the "Lion" walking ahead. The young warrior remembers magic tricks. You need to hit the exact joint between the turret and the hull. Then, even from an unattainable distance, the enemy machine will split.
  The shell seems to fly very slowly. And here is the angular pig snout "Lev" with a convex turret, it splits and begins to explode.
  Alvina sang joyfully:
  - We will fight for a bright tomorrow... Let's kiss!
  And the automatic cannon loaded itself. The warrior-sorceress fired again using the toes of her graceful feet. And another wounded "Lion" tilted and stood up.
  Alvina took it and sang again:
  - Phalanx - a hundred legions! Phalanx - nothing against them!
  This is what magical talent means! And training in applied magic. The sorceress girl feels and sees everything herself. The body reacts before the consciousness.
  A deft turn and a click. And the fourth "Lion" has already found a leash in Hades.
  The remaining German tanks opened fire. One shell even hit the "Turtle", but almost the entire shell ricocheted. The armor on the pyramidal tank is very sloped. And here is the fifth "Lion" going into a coffin of melted sawdust.
  Alvina even sang mockingly:
  - Well, if you don't distill vodka from sawdust. A hundred bottles in the side for the Fritzes with a hangover!
  And the girl just burst out laughing...
  Here it was hit again, but it was just a ringing sound and not too deafening. And here the last "Lion" was driven into a fiery stall. The shells of the 105-mm cannon of the "Lions" are the most dangerous. The "Tigers" have 88-mm cannons, which will be weaker in terms of penetrating power. But they are also extremely dangerous for the T-34-85, especially considering the reduced quality of the armor of the Soviet vehicles.
  "Tiger"-3 is the most protected, but it can't withstand the 105-mm cannon of "Turtle". Alvina fired with her bare foot again. Despite the distance of four kilometers, she has never missed.
  And the next shot at the Tiger-2 in the modernized modification was made using a pink tongue. The German tank began to explode like a box of fireworks. Moreover, pieces of the box exploded in the air again, splashing into small pieces.
  The girl ranger was in a great mood and she started singing;
  There is a dragon in the world of elves too,
  He flutters like a winged falcon...
  If the enemy is doomed in battle -
  It just doesn't get any better than this!
    
  If the country of dreams is even more beautiful,
  Where autumn also flows like a golden stream...
  And Satan laughs loudly,
  We also ask him for knowledge!
    
  The troll, believe me, is also not a villain,
  Maple calculation with fragrant bird cherry...
  Knight, kill the malice in yourself -
  Become a great humanist in your soul!
    
  There is beauty even in the field -
  The kings' haystacks sparkle in gold...
  Running around the meadow barefoot,
  It's good for the kids in warm May!
    
  And what does the sorcerer want?
  Scrape together some light canvases...
  Rain harder on the ground,
  To make it simply amazing!
    
  Let us collect the pearl dust from the world,
  Become the brightest emerald, dew...
  The fairy tale will turn into reality, I believe in reality,
  And reality will become a wondrous miracle!
    
  We are often surrounded by lies,
  Sometimes lies flourish...
  The crows are flying across the field -
  Hell threatens the miracle paradise!
    
  Who is great in the Fatherland, and who is small,
  We were born giants!
  The Almighty Himself has outlined the path for us,
  Where there are flamingos, there are pelicans in feathers!
    
  And we will reach such heights,
  What greater greatness do we know?
  Our motto is both honest and lofty,
  In happiness Abel - Cain is destroyed!
  HIT IN THE FUHRER -5
  And with faith you can move mountains. Here in front appeared licensed "Panther"-2, made from German models. In the forehead they are impenetrable for the Soviet gun, having 150-millimeters of sloped armor. But Alvina herself is behind the sight. And the girl shoots, right at the track. Having received a hit, "Panther"-2 goes to the side, and rams its neighbor. And both machines with 88-millimeter guns explode. The shells inside them react to the concussion.
  Alvina chirps contentedly:
  - The score is two to zero in our favor! I'm opening my account!
  And the warrior continues to fire, she is delightful in her bikini. And most importantly, in the tank there is only her and the driver Nicoleta, the same one who so subtly feels her machine with her bare soles. But they have taken shells to the brim, and are capable of conducting a hurricane of fire to kill. And the girls' bare heels are literally buzzing, and are red from the tension and jumping!
  Alvina again pierces the caterpillar track with one shot, pushes two Japanese tanks and says:
  - We're increasing the lead: four zero!
  How beautiful this girl is. She has so much grace and wit. She loads the shell into the breech again, fires and says:
  - The Russian knight does not groan in pain...
  That's true, but the Japanese have something to groan about: two of their tanks collided again.
  Alvina giggles and adds:
  - He is not afraid of the nuclear sword!
  And again a shot, from which two more Japanese cars collide. And what a girl: a real, unique fighter. Alvina blinks at herself in the reflector. She is very happy. After all, she is doing a good deed: liberating her country. And how she would like to multiply her strength many times over now.
  Terminator Girl sings:
  - He won't drown even in a black hole!
  And he shoots so hard that the Japanese tank is thrown up, and three vehicles collide at once.
  And Alvina adds:
  - In the plasma of the stars, his spirit will not burn!
  And three more cars collide from a single hit to the track. That's how cool Alvina is - a warrior of the highest class.
  And the girl continues to spin herself wildly, and even bends over in the tank from rage and passion.
  Here it is again, spitting out a projectile that hits the enemy with mathematical precision.
  The girl gets even more and more excited about this. Her rage becomes boundless and her valor is beyond praise.
  The projectile flies again, lining up victims, and the ranger girl sings:
  - Under the pretext of...
  She fired again and continued enthusiastically:
  - The goals of humanism!
  Once again, a precise, masterly hit from a long distance and the singing continued:
  - So that paradise...
  Then another accurate shot, and three burning tanks.
  - Build it on the ground!
  Then another shot and a continuation of the virtuoso singing:
  - Clinton has gone down the path of fascism...
  And again a triple hit:
  - The bastard built a temple to Satan!
  The girl got more and more excited. Although she was fighting the Japanese, she sang specifically about America:
  - Where children used to have fun...
  And again a precise shot pushing the tanks together. And the continuation:
  - A mountain of bloody bodies has grown!
  The girl turned around and continued with undiminished enthusiasm:
  - There is no scarier place on the planet!
  And again a shot, this time pitting licensed Tiger-2s against each other.
  - The world is about to be re-divided!
  The ranger girl continued singing enthusiastically:
  - The child's blood is running down his cheek!
  And continuing to fire, he continues:
  - They managed to cut his life short!
  And having nailed the Japanese again, he continues:
  - The girl's head rolled off!
  And again, having dodged the projectile, the devil girl manages to fire and begin to sing:
  - Her mother is burning nearby!
  The girl continues to fire and sings:
  - They bomb non-stop day and night!
  Alvina hit again and continued:
  - Without shame or pity!
  The red-haired devil thrust again and continued:
  - Because Clinton became a gigolo!
  And crushing her opponents, she finished the verse:
  - An entire country is perishing!
  Alvina, she is magnificent in her beauty and agility. Her shots are simply something unique, and expressive - if you can describe the flight of a projectile that way. The red-haired girl is a real miracle.
  And her voice that breaks the space:
  -Like Nazi NATO soldiers...
  Alvina continued enthusiastically:
  - They are exterminating women and children!
  The warrior added enthusiastically:
  - Evil executioners and enemies!
  After which the warrior slashed with all her might and set four tanks on fire at once.
  - You won't be able to put chains on the Slavs!
  The warrior continued enthusiastically, getting more and more excited:
  - At night and from a great distance!
  Alvina, with increasing enthusiasm, chopped up enemy tanks and sang:
  - You can bomb Serbia!
  The warrior's passion was growing:
  - But the vandals will receive their retribution!
  And the end of the verse with a new collision of four tanks from being hit by one track.
  - We will beat the barbarians hard!
  Alvina fired again with a smile, baring her fangs:
  - There are three hundred million of us Slavs!
  Thunderous Shot and Continued:
  - We have always known how to fight!
  This time, only three tanks were destroyed with one shot, but two whole "Emperors"!
  And a piercing song, sways the words:
  - Hitler was cast into the darkness of Sodom!
  And then with wit and tact. And also with a keen eye:
  - We'll give Clinton a kick in the ass too!
  And what songs are swarming in the head of Alvina, the terminator girl:
  - If we all hold hands!
  After which the girl began to sing even more shrilly:
  - We will be able to crush the Pentagon!
  And having fired so hard that five tanks exploded at once, she finished:
  - Let's wake up from hellish oblivion! Our pride, NATO, cannot be killed!
  So the tanks also came to an end. Alvina made her passion eyes and purred from the hit song:
  - And I love girls, I will gather them together... I will lead them along the surf line!
  And again wild laughter. The ranger girl winked at someone in the sight. And then she stopped her car and waited for the combat kit to arrive. She praised Nicoleta:
  - You moved very well, we weren"t hit even once!
  The blonde girl modestly answered the redhead:
  - Not exactly. A couple of times the shells hit us, but ricocheted. Fortunately, the T-34-85's armor is surface-hardened and ricochets well!
  Alvina noted with a radiant smile on her lips:
  - American tanks have more viscous armor, and they ricochet worse. And now we are about to run into part of the occupied territory of the USA.
  And the ranger girl made eyes at the young Komsomol driver who had delivered the ammunition. The young man blushed with embarrassment, and Alvina put her hand on his knee, rubbing his bare skin, since the boy was wearing shorts. He blushed even more. Alvina licked her full lips, as if she had seen a luxurious dish. A handsome Komsomol member, still beardless, with a ruddy face, possibly a virgin, how tempting for the devil. And she clung to him. Without any embarrassment, twirling him in a voluptuous whirlwind. While they were loading, Alvina worked selflessly, bowing her head. Then she stood up and licked her lips with relish, growling:
  - How wonderful it is to be with you, you are my hero!
  And again the warrior jumped into the tank, to continue to heroize against Japan. The Red Army was already approaching Vladivostok. The world had changed and it had become angrier. Yes, the USSR had lost the Second World War because of the hitman in the Fuhrer. But the USSR was now rising from its knees.
  And so Alvina entered the battle with Japanese self-propelled guns on a tank. And again she shoots without missing. But it is more difficult with self-propelled guns, as they stand motionless. But can this confuse the red-haired devil? No way! She sends shells more and more furiously. Here is a licensed "Sturmtiger", it exploded and fragments flew in different directions, turning over and breaking other self-propelled guns.
  Alvina bared her teeth and sang:
  - Well, well! The girl has become Satan!
  And then another shot into the gun belly of the "Sturmtiger". And it burst like a bubble, disintegrating into a great many fragments. Several of them almost reached the Soviet tank. Nicoleta deftly maneuvered, avoiding the shells, some of which weighed four hundredweight. Alvina, however, tried to get ahead of the enemy.
  Here is an American, licensed "Patton". It is scattering fragments in all directions.
  Alvina bares her teeth and roars:
  - The anthem of the Motherland in hearts, and embodiment in dreams!
  Alvina shoots and hits again, her teeth sparkle again...
  And then enemy attack aircraft appear from above. They sway as they move, and jet missiles are suspended from their wings. Alvina, without any embarrassment, shoots at the enemy with an 85-millimeter cannon. Having received the "gift", the samurai attack aircraft is cut into pieces, and destroys a dozen aircraft flying nearby with shrapnel.
  Alvina took it and sang:
  - And the samurai flew to the ground... Under the pressure of steel and fire!
  And again the victim was a German-licensed Sturmtiger with a 400-mm rocket launcher.
  And the way it tears, like a vacuum bomb falling. But there are even cooler machines. For example, not the most common "Sturmmaus" - with a 650-millimeter rocket monster. Now that's a real weapon and a machine weighing two hundred tons. It's scary to even look at it.
  But Alvina is only glad that she encountered such power. Only shots from such a cannon are extremely dangerous. Even if it hits at a distance of a hundred meters, it can still blow off the turret. But the warrior sent the projectile at a great distance in an arc, relying on her intuition. And the gift flew through the air, and rammed into the very center of the barrel. And how the "Sturmmaus" thundered. Shrapnel flew in all directions, and tanks and self-propelled guns were thrown to a height of tens of meters. As if the earth's crust had opened up and enraged demons had jumped out from under the ground.
  A tornado of fire and steel has been unleashed, spinning and breaking everything.
  Alvina took it and sang with enthusiasm:
  There is a wonderful, great country in the world,
  In which children live happily and in abundance!
  Let her be born in the throes of labor,
  But she became the best on the whole planet!
    
  After all, you are my dear Fatherland,
  The land of big lakes and giants!
  The peoples of our Motherland are a family -
  And of course it"s strange not to love her!
    
  Russia is the greatest of countries -
  Let the universe be under you!
  But then a hurricane of death swept through -
  What has happened to my holy Motherland!
    
  It was swept by furious fascism,
  They burned the cities and left the villages in ashes...
  The vile revanchism bared its teeth,
  The joyful days of the fatherland are gone!
    
  But the Russians were not despondent,
  Like the salt of the earth, the blooming Fatherland!
  We will gather a strong army for battle.
  The era of happiness and communism is coming!
    
  We fought off the onslaught of the evil horde,
  They crushed the Turks and beat the Poles...
  The legions of Satan walked,
  We will overcome rain, snowstorm and slush!
    
  We'll get to Berlin too - even if it's fascism,
  Managed to unite with the overseas...
  And streams of blood flowed down,
  Look at the sad faces on the icons!
    
  Believe me, my Orthodox,
  There will be a place for the fallen in God's paradise,
  Russia cannot be torn apart for rubles -
  I look to Jesus with prayer!
    
  I believe He will come, and the dawn will rise,
  The Russian flag will shine over the world!
  All people are like one family,
  In Gehenna, vile brother Cain groans!
    
  God Almighty will resurrect all the dead,
  And will rise above the stars of our Fatherland!
  The planet is a monolithic collective,
  Although just recently it was smoldering in smoke!
    
  You, fighter, know the boundaries of the universe,
  Reach the limits of space, warrior!
  Wrestling is a real paradise,
  When in battles the Russian is the winner!
    
  Children will be born, sons will come,
  You will become a grandfather - eternally young in flesh!
  The knight of faith will be cool forever,
  Without counting, counting the lives of the moon!
  HIDDEN INTO THE FUHRER-6
  Today is a significant day, February 23, 1947. Soviet troops have almost completely captured Alaska and entered Canada. Outstanding warriors are also fighting there. For example, Siberian girls in the morally obsolete, but still serviceable T-34-85.
  More precisely, the four girls already familiar to us, serving the Russian gods, appeared here: Alena, Alvina, Natasha and Nikoleta. They were forbidden to use magic, so they were forced to fight like ordinary tankers. But the girls still stood out. They fought in only a bikini, and their bare girlish legs were not afraid of the frost.
  Other Soviet soldiers were amazed: in Alaska it"s winter, but charming girls are running barefoot through the snowdrifts and not freezing at all.
  But the magnificent four knew what they were doing. Their bare soles touched the snow and transmitted the energy of Mother Earth into their curvy bodies. It gave the warriors strength...
  Tundra, snowdrifts, permafrost. A Soviet tank, relatively tall with an outdated layout. It has a fairly large and thick barrel. Alena is hanging on it, holding the barrel with her bare feet, and raking the snowdrifts with her palms. So the girl: Belobog's maid likes it more. She plays snowballs...
  American soldiers are also cold. It is not for nothing that the Russians achieve great success in winter. The traditional "Sherman" is still in production. In the US, they rely on quantity. Numerous tanks and self-propelled guns participate in each attack and counterattack. The "Sherman" 5M can still compete with the T-34-85, and even its long-barreled gun is slightly more armor-piercing due to the long barrel. So the girls have a difficult task ahead.
  Right now their tank is moving forward and Natasha, sitting behind the wheel of the car, deftly maneuvers: trying to avoid being hit. And the shells are jumping from above and below, like predatory piranhas, gliding through the air. Try to avoid them. It must be said that due to the lack of alloying elements, the quality of the armor of Soviet tanks is poor and it does not provide adequate protection.
  But Alvina, who escaped from the fascist camp, starts firing from the gun. She sees everything in the smallest detail and very clearly. A mental picture of the Shermans and Pershings lurking in ambush. Chernobog's precise servant, firing from a shaking machine without a hydrostabilizer. The Germans have hydrostabilizers installed on both the Pharaoh and the Lion, which increase the effectiveness of shooting while driving. And the Americans have hydrostabilizers on all tanks except the heaviest, where it is more difficult to do this due to the large caliber of the gun.
  In this regard, Soviet tank building is noticeably lagging behind. Even the T-54 does not have a hydrostabilizer to increase firing efficiency. And what can we say about the earlier model.
  But at the helm of the tank, Alvina herself is a devil, a fabulous beauty. And all four girls: just lovely. They rest their bare legs on the armor and catch mental sensations, as if they were queens of light. What magical girls: they can do and know a lot.
  Alvina fired a shot and sang from a modern romance:
  - I don't know what happened... Children's laughter is very loud... And barefoot girls are already running through the puddles!
  The Pershing she had shot down began to smoke, emitting stinking rings. They swirled like poisonous snakes. And Alvina winked at her partners, and Alena threw a shell. Natasha, Perun's servant, warned:
  - There's a brand new Lincoln self-propelled gun in ambush here, with a 32-pound cannon... We need to be careful.
  The know-it-all Nicoleta immediately started babbling:
  - The Lincoln self-propelled gun is an American licensed copy of the English Tortilla self-propelled gun. Weapon characteristics: 228 mm frontal armor. 94 mm cannon, comparable to the armor-piercing capability of the King Tiger. And three more machine guns...
  Alvina rudely interrupted her partner and even tried to hit her in the nose with her bare heel, yelling:
  - I know it myself!
  Nicoleta giggled, noting:
  - It's great when you have knowledge... But in technology I'm a grandmaster, and you in the knowledge of evil!
  Alvina fired again, ripping the turret off the Sherman and scowling, she remarked:
  - My knowledge is more fundamental, because evil also comes from technology. And I advise you to better - not to stand out!
  Alena, in order to extinguish the brewing conflict, suggested:
  - Now, let me shoot myself!
  And the servant, or rather the daughter of the White God, showed that the dominant good does not prevent her from firing. Moreover, from hitting without missing. The warriors here fight at the highest level.
  The girls move their tank and attack. But they don't forget to sing.
  Alvina, leading the fire without "milk", began:
  - Under the sacred...
  Alena continued, also shooting:
  - Freedom!
  Natasha, confirming the firing, said laconically:
  - In the world!
  Alvina, without a hint of missing the mark, continued:
  -In friendship!
  Alena squeals, pissing:
  - In happiness...
  Natasha, beating her hands, finishes:
  - And love!
  Alvina continues with pathos at the top of her lungs:
  - Into the bright beam...
  Alena, firing a shot, picks up:
  - The nations are merging...
  Natasha, shooting in cold blood, adds:
  - To dispel the darkness ahead!
  Alvina, continuing to shoot, says:
  - Rus' all countries of the world...
  Alena, having fired, continued to drive out delightful pathos:
  - Defended!
  Natasha also made a fencing lunge with a projectile and continued:
  - From invasions...
  Alvina fired and hissed:
  - Hellish locusts!
  Alvina split the Sherman and continued:
  - And with my chest...
  Natasha, having dealt with the Pershing, said:
  - She covered for me!
  Alvina, grinning carnivorously and shooting, growled:
  - All nations...
  Alena also fired with her bare foot and added:
  - Mother Earth!
  Natasha fired her cannon with deft precision and continued:
  - Trouble again...
  Alvina, shooting accurately, continued breathlessly:
  - It's hanging...
  Alena fired the shot and barked:
  - Rivers of blood!
  Natasha fired up and said:
  - It flared up...
  Alvina nailed it and hissed:
  - Arrogant enmity!
  Alena, also shooting, almost crying, added:
  - From fires, blood...
  Natasha fired and growled:
  - Tears and grief!
  Alvina released the present and hissed:
  - Our... is groaning.
  Alena suddenly starts to roar:
  - Our dear...
  Natasha finished with a bang:
  - Country!
  Alvina responded with a slap and hissed again:
  - But, no...
  Alena fired and said:
  - The Russian spirit...
  Natasha, having nailed the Americans, finished:
  - Harder!
  Alvina fired again and continued:
  -From the ruins of myself...
  Alena fired harshly and drew the line:
  - We will revive!
  Natasha hit again and squealed:
  - Russian warrior...
  Alvina, having given her usual blow, grunted:
  - Take the sword....
  Alena nailed it and growled:
  -Quicker!
  Natasha, shooting masterfully, began:
  - We will stand firm...
  Alena, beating furiously, continued:
  - And again...
  Alvina Gvozdya finished:
  - We will win!
  After which the girls paused. They shot another dozen tanks silently, after which the sparkling devil Alvina, firing again, sang:
  - Under the sacred...
  Alena, shooting, continued:
  - With a banner...
  Natasha fired a projectile, both literally and figuratively:
  - Russia!
  Alvina, swinging her body and throwing projectiles, growled:
  - In the world...
  Alena rushed on, shooting:
  - In happiness...
  Natasha, striking a major note, finished:
  - And love!
  Alvina, nailing again, continued:
  - Into the Sun...
  Alena, having fired a shell into the Pershing, squealed:
  - Ray...
  Natasha, irresistibly launching a shot at the Sherman, barked:
  - They merge...
  Alvina, having accurately sent the projectile, finished harshly:
  - Peoples!
  Alena, shooting, added in a trilling voice:
  - Hellish darkness...
  Natasha gave it to him and said:
  - It will clear up...
  Alvina again slanted her blows and hissed:
  - Away!
  The ranger girls shot and laughed for another five minutes. During that time, they burned thirty-five American tanks. And then they went back to singing.
  As always, the fiery devil set the verse and tone:
  - We opened...
  Alena fired and added:
  - To nations...
  Natasha, having dashingly nailed it, blurted out:
  - Planets!
  Alvina cut the Sherman and squealed with a grin:
  - Into space...
  Alena, also sending a projectile, growled:
  - Path!
  Natasha, like Robin Hood in a bikini, threw the present and squealed:
  - To the unknown...
  Alvina quickly put a bold point with both a projectile and a juicy shot;
  - Miram!
  And Alena, shooting, began to weave a new stanza:
  - Heroism...
  Natasha, desperately nailing, continued:
  - Feats...
  And the cheerful Alvina, as usual, shot down the Pershing and gave the ending:
  - Praised!
  Alena, having dealt with the Sherman, said:
  - So that...
  Natasha chirped:
  - Erase...
  Alvina loudly banged her words and fired a shell at the self-propelled gun "Witch":
  - Forever...
  Alena also sent a projectile and said:
  - Death...
  Natasha had the last shot and word:
  - Scar!
  The American tank regiment was destroyed. The Lincoln self-propelled gun, despite all its armor, also fell apart from a Soviet shell: you have to know where to hit to be sure to hit and split. The terminator girls saw the concentrations and breaks of the power lines in the armor. You can't fool or outwit them... And they can outwit anyone.
  Here Alena noted with concern:
  - Wouldn't it hurt to replenish our ammunition?
  Nikoleta, this playful and learned daughter of Svarog, giggled and remarked:
  - So you don't understand? We have a non-exchangeable projectile. We can fire like this practically without a break!
  Aggressive as a hungry panther, Alvina rolled her eyes lustfully and cooed:
  - Sex without a break... That's great!
  Here the fiery one wanted to blurt out something else, but suddenly they moved to a very high mountain. A fiery hero of enormous height, on a red horse, galloped in front of them. Moreover, the golden hooves of the steed pushed off from the clouds.
  The frisky Alvina was the first to realize who it was and, falling to her knees, squealed:
  - Oh, Almighty and Omnipresent Chernobog... Forgive us!
  The fiery hero laughed at the top of his lungs:
  - The cat knows whose fat it ate... But this time, Nicoleta should be punished, who, despite the prohibitions, used a magic artifact: an inexchangeable projectile!
  The blue-haired ranger girl retorted capriciously:
  - You have forbidden us to use any kind of combat magic, but such restrictions do not apply to artifacts!
  Chernobog laughed loudly and said fiercely:
  - Don't pretend to be a fool. The ban concerned manifestations of everything supernatural. Although your accuracy is beyond human capabilities, such things still happen to ordinary people. And the inexchangeable shell... In short, you are being punished... And let the Red Army fight America without you!
  At this passage, Alvina suddenly sang from a famous hit:
  - Don't play the fool America,
  Give us Crimea back quickly...
  That Kuban, Sevastopol are two banks -
  We will defeat NATO anyway...
  We will defeat NATO anyway...
  And the four girls started jumping, flashing their bare feet...
  
  
  BAREFOOT GERDA'S PANTHER
  Gerda Kronshteyn joined the work on the creation of the Panther-2. A famous and very beautiful warrior with three partners: Charlotte, Christina and Magda. The girls placed the engine and transmission together, across and in front of the tank, thereby preserving both good control of the vehicle and reducing its height to two meters. As a result, the Panther-2 turned out to have the armor of the Tiger-2, only with large slopes of the armor plates, its armament, but weighing only forty-five tons. This allowed the Panther-2 to be launched into serial production in the fall of 1943, before the new power plant was ready.
  In addition, due to the shortage of 88-millimeter 71 EL guns, the Panther-2 was released with a 75-millimeter gun, weighing only 42 tons, with a low silhouette and strong armor. Thus, the Germans had a well-protected tank. The front of the hull was located at an angle of 40 degrees from the horizontal and its upper part of 150 mm was not penetrated by any anti-tank weapon, and the lower part of 120 mm too. The front of the turret of 185 mm was at an angle of 50 degrees and was quite low and narrow, also not penetrated by anything.
  True, the side armor is 82 mm - albeit a bit weak at angles. But the vehicles are quite mobile and well protected, and the turret made a full turn in ten seconds! That is, the girls made a tank that almost suited the military. Maybe add a little more sides, but... Here, in field conditions, you can install 90 mm armor plates. And you definitely can't take the "Panther" from any angle.
  The new tank demonstrated its survivability and effectiveness in battle. Already during the counterattack near Zhitomir, the Fritzes were able to give the Panther-2 a second birth.
  This machine turned out to be effective and relatively mobile. Especially when it was equipped with a 900 horsepower engine. Gerda's tank crew took part in the battles.
  Despite the cold, four German girls fought barefoot and in bikinis.
  Gerda fired an 88mm cannon. It penetrated the Soviet tank's frontal armor from a distance and hissed:
  - Let the cobra be ready to jump!
  Then Charlotte fired. She smashed the T-34. She tore off its turret and chirped:
  - Glory to the Fatherland.
  Then Kristina fired very accurately. She hit a Soviet tank. And chirped:
  - For the annihilation of enemies!
  Then Magda fired with her bare foot. She hit the Soviet car and sang:
  - A barefoot dream! Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And she winked at her partners.
  The four fought very effectively. And in the first battle they destroyed more than thirty Soviet tanks. The warriors are very ardent fighters, who can be considered supermen.
  Gerda pounded the Soviet tanks so hard that she even roared:
  - I am a she-wolf with steel teeth!
  The German counterattack was devastatingly strong. And the new tanks played a role.
  In addition, the Fritzes withdrew more forces from France, so it is clear that there will be no landing in the winter.
  As a result, they managed to recapture Kyiv and even create a couple of cauldrons, cutting off Soviet troops from the Dnieper.
  The situation was further aggravated by the fact that the allies stopped their offensive in Italy, fearing heavy losses, and did not storm Naples. This also allowed the Fritzes to allocate much more significant forces for a counterattack.
  As a result, the Soviet troops suffered a serious defeat, and the Germans gained a foothold on the Dnieper.
  The winter passed relatively calmly. Soviet troops tried to advance near Leningrad, but they were already awaited there. And they were able to repel the offensive.
  In the spring, the allies went on the offensive in Italy. But they were met with a powerful counterattack by the enemy. And were finally driven out of the continent.
  The appearance of the ME-262 in the series seriously changed the balance of power.
  This machine was distinguished by its high speed of over 900 kilometers per hour, powerful weapons, and survivability, as it had strong armor. The relatively large weight reduced the maneuverability of the machine, but its speed allowed it to escape in the event of an approach to the tail, and powerful weapons allowed it to shoot down the enemy in one go.
  By June 1944, there were already more than a thousand of these fighters in service, and they proved themselves to be real beasts. They tormented the US and British air forces in the air, like panthers do gazelles.
  The situation was aggravated by the fact that Stalin, against the backdrop of military labors, fell seriously ill and lost his resolve. The Red Army went on the defensive, which allowed the Germans to transfer more forces to France.
  And the Allies' advance and landing could only be expected in Normandy and Port de Calais. And the clever Rommel, who had received extraordinary powers from Hitler, prepared a treacherous trap for the Allies.
  In addition, the multi-purpose aircraft TA-152, a further evolution of the Focke-Wulf, appeared in the sky. This machine was also better in flight characteristics: faster and more maneuverable than the Focke-Wulf, and at the same time heavily armed and well protected. It literally tormented the allies in the sky.
  The E-10 self-propelled gun also appeared. Here, too, Gerda and her team tried their best. The machine turned out to be only 1.1 meters high, weighing ten tons with a 400-horsepower engine and 82-millimeter thick frontal armor at a very large angle. Such a machine could even deflect an IS-2 shell from the front. And try to hit such a small devil with two crew members.
  The tiny size of the self-propelled gun, its low visibility, high speed, and maneuverability made the vehicle very effective. And at the same time, it was simple and cheap to produce.
  And the crew members were positioned in it lying down.
  In Normandy, the Allies fell into a trap prepared by Rommel. They suffered a crushing defeat. More than a million soldiers and officers were captured alone. A complete knockout.
  After which Churchill resigned. And Roosevelt had a heart attack and fell ill.
  After which the allies, who were increasingly being harassed by the German submarine fleet, concluded a truce with the Fritzes. And Stalin only began a belated offensive in the center in September. But the Fritzes were already expecting this.
  They had large forces deployed.
  And even the bet on the IS-2 did not justify itself: since the Panther-2 became more maneuverable and faster after installing a 900 horsepower engine. And it was equipped with 90-mm screens that reflected any shells from Soviet tanks.
  Of course, the E-10 SPG is also very good. Everything is on point, and it turns quickly. Exposing the most protected frontal part every time. And the sides are 52 mm, plus the rollers. But you can hang a 90 mm screen in field conditions. And then you won't take it so easily.
  And of course, Gerda and her tank crew in the Panther-2 take part in repelling the Red Army"s offensive.
  These are some dashing girls.
  They fight barefoot and in bikinis as always. This is their calling card.
  Here Gerda sent a shell with the help of her bare toes. She destroyed a T-34 from a great distance and sang:
  - I am a great she-wolf!
  What a half-naked shrew!
  Next, Charlotte shoots, a girl who is also barefoot and very cool. She shoots down a Soviet car with a well-aimed shot and squeals:
  - Glory to my militancy!
  This is where Christina enters the fray.
  After which she presses the lever with her bare toes and releases the projectile again. It hits the enemy. It smashed the armor of the Soviet self-propelled gun.
  And then Magda sat down at the sight. The girl is very strong and beautiful. And she also aims the barrel with her bare feet and fires. This time she will destroy the frontal armor of the IS-2.
  And that it is only 100 mm and without tilt at rational angles.
  The girls are raging here. And they don't give Stalin's eagles a break. The attack of the Soviet troops has been thwarted.
  Gerda, having destroyed the SU-85, wittily remarked:
  - Our army is strong, it conquers the world!
  And with his bare feet he presses on the joystick buttons.
  But the Fritzes themselves are advancing, but the Soviet troops are also in a strong defense. The Germans advanced thirty to forty kilometers and stopped. New blows were exchanged. A lot of blood was spilled. In January, the Red Army was advancing in the center, but could not advance.
  In March of 1945, the Fritzes began an offensive from the center to the south, bypassing the forces located beyond the Dnieper.
  And here the Fritzes succeeded somewhat. They collected a lot of equipment, especially tanks of the E series. In particular, the E-50 turned out to be very successful. With a 105-millimeter gun and a barrel length of 100 EL, with a height of less than two meters, and frontal armor of 250 mm and sides of 170 mm, with rational slopes. The tank is a monster, but at the same time, thanks to Gerda's genius, the weight of the machine did not exceed sixty tons, and a gas turbine engine of 1,500 horsepower was installed.
  And during the offensive, it was Gerda"s crew that tested the first of the newest machines.
  Of course, the Panther-2 is still the main tank of the Third Reich, and there are a lot of such machines. And they break through the Soviet defense.
  Gerda is a proud and tough girl, very wild in attack. Also their four are barefoot and in bikinis.
  A beautiful warrior, generally super, but very vile, because she wants to kill Soviet people.
  Gerda fired with her bare toes. She hit an IS-2 tank from a distance, penetrating the Soviet vehicle.
  After which the beauty croaked:
  - For my rage!
  Then Charlotte fired from a great distance. And also using her bare feet. She hit a Soviet T-34. She tore off its turret and squealed:
  - I'm the ugliest of German girls!
  And how this red-haired shrew will just go and stick out her tongue.
  Then Kristina hit with a shell. The girl is quite feisty. And also barefoot. She hit a Soviet self-propelled gun with a shell. She hit the enemy. And sang:
  - I am the most terrible in the world,
  I'll piss all the people like a dash,
  And for those who do not want to live in peace,
  We commit hara-kiri on them!
  Magda, this beauty with golden hair, also hit. She smashed the newest SU-100 car and gurgled, the shrew:
  - We will take on our enemies and grind them into dust!
  And of course this German woman shoots with her bare toes.
  Yes, the four are very aggressive and combative. It's not so easy to stop them.
  The fascists broke through the front and were able to penetrate the rear of the Soviet troops.
  The Red Army abandoned the left-bank Ukraine and Donbass. Then, during the autumn battles, the Red Army was forced to retreat beyond the Don. There, the line of defense was stabilized with great difficulty.
  The most widely produced Soviet mastodon, unlike in real history, was the SU-100.
  This self-propelled gun is quite effective and easy to manufacture. And its gun could at least create some problems for German tanks.
  So the fascists failed to develop their success. The winter of 1945 passed steadily. Then came the spring.
  In May 1946, the Nazis moved on Moscow. This was a desperate attempt to end the war quickly. Meanwhile, Japan was under nuclear attacks from the US Army. Seven atomic bombs had already been dropped, and everyone was convinced of how serious these nuclear weapons were. So Hitler was in a hurry to end the war in the East quickly.
  It is clear that after occupying Japan, the US will take on Germany as well. So on May 15, the decisive offensive on Moscow began.
  And of course the Germans threw Gerda and her crew into the attack. However, the Fritzes were in for an unpleasant surprise.
  So, in addition to the German four, the Soviet four entered the battle.
  Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina, and Svetlana sat on the first tank in the history of the USSR, the IS-7, and prepared for battle.
  These girls were barefoot and in bikinis, also very beautiful and sexy!
  And this foursome took on the destruction of German vehicles, even the formidable E-50.
  Natasha fired the first shot, using her bare toes, the girl exclaimed enthusiastically:
  - For the USSR!
  And her shell penetrated a German tank.
  Then Zoya struck. The girl with golden hair, she launched a new projectile with her bare foot. She crushed the fascist mastodon.
  After which the girl shouted:
  - For Stalin!
  And how the beauty laughs, at the top of her lungs.
  Then the well-aimed Augustina took off and fired. She, this red-haired warrior, is like a shot at the enemy. She will tear off the turret of the "Panther"-2 and coo:
  - Glory to Russia!
  And he will stick out his tongue.
  But with the help of bare toes, as Svetlana will slap. The girl is very cool and beautiful. She broke the armor of E-50 and cooed:
  - For my achievements and the USSR!
  The girls are obviously very cool and have a great sense of humor. They are beating these fascists very energetically. So it is clear that the enemies will not be able to resist the IS-7.
  Natasha fired at the enemy with her bare toes. She smashed the torn fragments of the Fritz into splinters and squeaked:
  - For Great Russia!
  Zoya is also a very smart girl. She took it and hit the enemy very accurately. She shattered the E-50 turret and chirped:
  - For Soviet Russia!
  And she did this, of course, with her bare toes.
  Then Augustine fired, she hit the fascists. And then with her bare foot she sent another, deadly shell.
  After which she chirped:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Then Svetlana fought. She was a warm-hearted and beautiful girl. She aimed the gun with her bare toes. She fired and smashed the fascist to pieces, and sang:
  - And the first thawed patch, in my dream, I see Stalin, and my native Rus' is littered with corpses!
  The girls here fought with great tenacity. And they acted extremely aggressively.
  Natasha fired at the fascists with her bare toes and said:
  - For the Greatness of Communism!
  Zoya also hit the enemy, smashed the Fritz using her bare feet and squealed, baring her teeth:
  - For the Great Stalin!
  Augustina fired at the enemy, penetrating the E-series tank. She also used her bare toes, exclaiming:
  - For Greatest Rus'!
  Svetlana, continuing to fire, noted that he pressed the trigger with his bare heel, which worked automatically:
  - For the victories of the USSR!
  The girls fought very stubbornly at the forefront of the enemy's attack. The Germans were also pretty exhausted by this point. In short, their attack on Moscow was stifled.
  They lost many hundreds of thousands of soldiers and tanks. However, the Red Army was also exhausted. Both sides were exhausted to the limit. And in late autumn 1946, peace negotiations began.
  The US proposed an option: everyone keeps what they managed to seize.
  Hitler, fearing the nuclear bomb and under pressure from his tired entourage, agreed. Stalin, tired of the war, also expressed a desire to compromise in this way.
  Both countries were exhausted and tired... But Stalin still managed to bargain for himself several dozen kilometers in the center, where the Germans had formed dangerous wedges. But the Fritzes retained their gains in the south along the Don River, and in the north along Leningrad.
  An exchange took place. Russia broke through a corridor to Leningrad, in exchange for some territories in Karelia for the Finns.
  That was the decision, both sides. In addition, Hitler was forced to repeal anti-Semitic laws and grant the occupied territories limited self-government. And in exchange, economic ties were restored. But contradictions continued to accumulate within the Third Reich.
  After Hitler died in November 1956, a power struggle broke out in the Third Reich and civil war broke out. Under Khrushchev, the USSR regained its previously lost lands and restored its former borders, and the fascist empire fell apart.
  So, in general, that's how the history of AI ended. As you can see, fascism did not take root in the world, and the USSR even existed longer than in real history. Nikita Khrushchev was in power longer, as he became a national hero, having returned the lands previously lost by Stalin. And he managed to carry out reforms, establishing the post of popularly elected president of the USSR. And after Nikita, it was not Brezhnev who succeeded, but Shelepin, and things went much better in the USSR than in real history. And it became a mighty and powerful superpower. And China remained capitalist and disintegrated under pro-American control. The northern parts of the Celestial Empire became part of the USSR, and much changed.
  But this already requires a separate story...
  
  DARTH VADER VS ERDOGAN
  Darth Vader's flagship battleship, resembling a huge iron, was approaching the planet Earth. Behind it moved other ships bringing death to the galaxy and stunning the foundations of the universe from one anti-world to another. Angular, the space empire of the Sith. And next to them, streamlined, similar to predatory piranhas - the totalitarian super-formation of Stelzanat.
  A two-meter tall brute in a mask, with broad shoulders and large horns on his helmet, growled ferociously:
  - You can't leave, Luke Skywalker! It's either you or me, but there's no place for both of us in the galaxy!
  Not inferior to Darth Vader in height and shoulder width, the shapely and athletic Lira Velimara actively shook her lush bust. The battle suit on the girl-general was absolutely transparent and did not hide a single feature of her muscular, girlish body. The bronze skin of the warrior was distinguished by its impeccable smoothness, and her nipples shone in the spotlight like rubies.
  Darth Vader looked at the beauty with a greedy gaze. The two-star general of Stelzan (a space empire so bloodthirsty and prone to conquest that the state of the black Sith is an innocent baby in comparison!) looked provocatively sexy.
  But what can he, an unfortunate invalid, use? A cybernetic prosthesis?
  Lyra, intercepting his thoughts, said in a triumphant tone:
  - Don't despair, my friend... On Earth there is the Ring of Solomon, which has such powerful magic that, compared to it, Luke Skywalker's power is just a wisp of cigarette smoke!
  Darth Vader, violently releasing air from under his mask, croaked:
  - Will I be able to get myself a real, living body?
  Lyra, whose muscle balls rolled wildly under her bronze skin, said with a laugh:
  - Djinns and ifrits can do anything! This is power over the universe!
  Darth Vader sang out of tune:
  - Yes, the unhappy universe is hanging,
  There are countless numbers of evil genies!
  Solomon, his hated ring -
  Launched and chopped off the head!
    
  But know that Vader is certainly not a pawn,
  And one cannot walk under the yoke forever...
  Turn evil enemies into firebrands,
  He will become the ruler of the worlds!
  Lyra danced in response and pointed her graceful, long, and sharp finger at the blue ball:
  - Here is the Earth!
  The beautiful athlete sang 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 the Earth's orbit - caused the strongest panic among all the fears and governments of the blue planet. The alien starships with thousands of combat weapons, many emitters made an irresistible impression on people.
  Fifty ships - twenty-five Imperial and twenty-five Stelzanat.
  Hellish power over the Earth... And for some reason people did not really believe that the aliens came in peace.
  Lira Velimara suggested to Darth Vader:
  - Let me read an appeal to earthlings!
  The Black Lord was outraged by this passage:
  - Why you? We have an equal number of ships!
  The beautiful girl shook her powerful, bull-like neck and giggled:
  - They'll get scared when they see your face...
  Darth Vader roared deafeningly, his voice choking like a tiger in a noose:
  - And we must scare the earthlings! Let them immediately raise their paws!
  Lira Velimara, who already had experience in destroying and conquering the planet Earth, giggled and noted:
  - 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 Darth by the mask with her playful toes and threw the brute away. Vader's battle suit croaked loudly and sparked.
  And the bronze harpy Lyra burst out laughing:
  - Don't you know, boor, that you should let a lady go first!
  The hyperion weapons of the Stelzanata Empire unleashed their withering fire on the satellites orbiting the Earth and other products of human activity.
  And then Lira Velimara herself appeared. She appeared on all screens at once, even on switched-off televisions and computer monitors. She appeared naked and beautiful, with four cybernetic hairpins in her hair, emitting charm and the magic of annihilation. A real deity in the universe of brute force!
  The radiant shrew began to squeal with a nightingale's twitter:
  - Earthlings! We are not going to conquer your pathetic little world. You are too far from us to measure the empire by the location of a large garrison. - The girl's sapphire, topaz and emerald eyes flashed furiously, or even flared up like hyperlaser beams. And her voice became much colder. - We will trivially disperse you into quarks, and with the help of a hypermaggravitator we will send your souls to the underworld, to eternal hellish torment!
  It sounded scary, but the fact that such nonsense was being conveyed by a naked, and very appetizing woman, caused not so much horror as laughter!
  At that moment, a threatening face in a black mask appeared and roared through hyper-titanium gills:
  - In short, give us the ring of Solomon before we destroy you completely!
  Lyra shook her tanned chest, hissing:
  - Annihilated very painfully!
  Darth Vader added, shaking his fist in which he was tightly clutching a red-glowing sword:
  - And we castrate without anesthesia!
  Some on planet Earth laughed, some cried, and some had nervous colic. And only one person on the blue moon felt genuine joy. Turkish President Erdogan slowly walked up to the mirror. And showed himself a fig. He admired the sparkling stone, so harmoniously decorating the index finger of his right hand.
  The heir to the Ottoman Sultan roared:
  - Do you want the Ring of Solomon? And wouldn't you like a German wigwam as well?
  Darth Vader, seeing the overly cheerful reaction of the earthlings through the holographic images, croaked:
  - We need to give people an ultimatum!
  Lira Velimara opened her eyes, sparkling with all the colors of the rainbow:
  - What the hell is this?
  Darth Vader, with a triumphant tone in the bottomless wells of his eyes, explained:
  - This is an international word. Annihilation is guaranteed!
  Lyra giggled and remarked, letting sparks fly from her long, atom-sharpened nails:
  - Oh, boys! You can only annihilate flesh... And Magogravity - that's even cooler!
  Darth Vader turned on all the gravity mage emitters with new, stunning force. And began to deafeningly strain the beluga.
  And what a voice the black lord had, even his armor became white-hot:
  - Ultimatum! Ultimatum! I will wipe you out into an annihilator!
  Velimara's lira swayed her lush bust and twisted her luxurious hips. At the same time, she squealed, recalling earthly folklore:
  - Russian mafia, you gave birth to death! Vodka with hydrogen - ruined men's penises! And we have a cosmic sabantuya force!
  And the warriors of the great Stelzanat began to sing:
  - We are not pathetic bugs - super ninja turtles... Cannons - Cheburashka ears - we will burn everyone like blotting paper!
  The space aliens issued an ultimatum, but to no avail. And then Lira Velimara suggested:
  - Let's do it the hard way... Let's yap in Basic?
  Darth Vader, for all his stupidity - what can you expect from a brain without hyperplasmic feeding - growled:
  - Is this when aggressive negotiations are conducted with the help of a lightsaber?
  Lira winked, pushed away the checkered dog with a horse's head with her bare foot. The mixture of a chessboard, a horse, and a crocodile squealed and spun around like a top, offended. The girl-general stuck her foot in such a way that the hot ultra-plasma tickled her bare heel, and roared, shaking her seven-colored head:
  - No, handsome! Instead of a lightsaber, we'll throw a thermoquark bomb!
  Darth Vader stuck out his long, snake-like, cloned tongue and ran it along the salty edges of his mask. And he squealed earnestly, like a broken combustion engine:
  - I love thermoquark bombs, and thermopreon bombs even more!
  Lyra grimaced capriciously and moved her foot again, this time towards the cat covered in 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 make you!
  Lyra shook her paw, which had been hit by the soldiers' jaws:
  - Hyperplasma blast! One thermoquark projectile!
  A blue wave sluggishly flared from the wide barrel of the gravity gun. A small rocket, the size of a normal-sized watermelon, rushed toward the surface of planet Earth.
  Velimar's lyre jumped like a dragonfly, and several naked warriors of Stelzanat along with her.
  Darth Vader bristled his mask in a dumb grin.
  - And what will happen now?
  But the annihilation shot is not even visible to radar - the speed is prohibitively faster than the flight of the photon emitted by the star!
  Vladimir Putin never learned about the attack. Sometimes ignorance is the last act of mercy from the Almighty.
  The hyperplasmic hell swallowed the Supreme Commander of the most powerful army on 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 tongues of deadly annihilation, each with its own unique hue and dynamic pattern of destruction.
  A giant brown mushroom rose to a height of over 500 kilometers, and the blast wave, having flown around the globe several times, blew out all the glass even in the United States. The glow engulfed the entire ionosphere, in all its immeasurable multitude of colors and inflorescences. The concussion raised gigantic tsunami waves. A more than two-hundred-meter water shaft covered all the continents, sinking tens of thousands of ships. Power lines were knocked out, cities plunged into darkness, only here and there interrupted by fiery spots of fires.
  From now on, a new era has begun on planet Earth. The Hour of the Dragon has begun.
  In response to the demonic streams of hyperenergy, Solomon's ring received a powerful discharge.
  Erdogan felt the power of many hundreds of thousands of genies entering him. The Turkish President instantly turned red and began to swell. An ordinary man with small cockroach antennae (giving him a resemblance to Adolf Hitler!), grows like an avalanche rolling down Everest.
  The Ottoman dictator's civilian suit burst, and his muscles began to grow like yeast. And now Edrogan's expanding shoulders rested against the vault of the ancient sultan's palace.
  For some time the inflating bubble expanded until finally the marble walls collapsed. Numerous Turkish bodyguards were scattered in different directions. And half-naked slave girls from the Ottoman dictator's harem, kicking their bare legs in fear, ran away or crawled away if they were unlucky enough to be crushed.
  And Edrogan was growing, like a superman in size. The buildings of the Turkish capital Ankara were flattened under his boots. Now the Ottoman dictator was taller than Everest. And from the starships of Stelzanat and the Black Sith Empire, his towering silhouette was very clearly visible.
  Lira Velimara cooed lustfully:
  -What a huge guy... He probably has a big dignity too!
  Darth Vader tapped his mask - the image on it became somewhat cloudy - and wheezed:
  - This is a colossus with feet of clay!
  Lyra released a couple of lightning bolts from her eyes and cooed:
  - And apparently the voice must be angelic! - A wink followed, characteristic of an extremely expensive prostitute. - Sing, little flower, don't be ashamed!
  And the Turkish dictator Edrogan continued to swell rapidly, like an inflatable bubble. And what is most dangerous, a very long and also rapidly growing sword appeared in his hands.
  Now Edrogan is a thousand nautical miles tall and that's not the limit. And how muscular the Turkish dictator has become - his huge muscles literally bulge and shake - anyone, even the most pumped-up bodybuilder, would envy them.
  And his sword sparkles like the stars that are intertwined in the inflorescence of an invincible treasure.
  And the teeth of the Turkish president lengthen, turning into very sharp, twisted fangs of a missile vampire. And the newly-minted batyr begins to swing his gigantic sword.
  Velimara's lira screams deafeningly:
  - A thermoquark charge at the Fuhrer... Ugh, at the Turkish Sultan - fire!
  Darth Vader tapped his glove on the large, gilded control joystick and growled ironically:
  - Why not Hyperplasma! Fire is an outdated earthly expression!
  Velimara's lira began to tap her graceful, girlish legs, her bare, pink soles, on the metal floor:
  - Give me a thermal eruption! Anti-pulsar bugs!
  And the thermoquark rockets, leaving behind them a fiery, wide-as-a-bride's-tail trail, rushed towards Edrogan, which was swollen from the great multitude of spirits and genies that had entered it.
  The Ottoman dictator, whose dimensions were already comparable to the Moon, swung his cosmic sword. And the starship of the Sith Empire - the missile cruiser "Baboon" split under the terrible blow. Hyperplasmic fragments splashed out... And something incredible and phasmogoric fell.
  And at the same time quite trivial - since the clone soldiers died quite prosaically. Showing no more emotion than biorobots. But their commander Santa, not being a clone, was clearly nervous. And he remembered how many slaves he had secretly sold to the Hutham. Well, now the hell of the anti-universe and the torments of the dark side of the force were definitely waiting for him!
  Erdogan's thermoquark ramming missiles. Each of them carried the energy of a hundred billion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. And the mighty, muscular torso of the Ottoman dictator was covered with ulcers and flashes of exploding ultra-nuclear bombs.
  Lira Velimara ran her bare foot over her graceful nose and squeaked:
  - Of course not! I want wine - a pack of Camel cigarettes!
  Darth Vader placed his clawed paw on the girl's bare muscular back and, running it over it, croaked:
  - Sobriety is the norm of life!
  Lyra kneed the black lord's potential opponent in the jaw and buzzed:
  - Order, first of all!
  Despite the fact that Erdogan was hit with enough charges to destroy the Moon, with Mercury to boot, the Ottoman Sultan grew even larger in size. He now really did resemble a huge fairytale ifrit. And his sword was actively looking for victims among the ships of Stelzanat and the Sith Empire.
  Darth Vader, looking at how the thermoquark missiles did not cause the slightest harm to this mastodon from the fairy tale, and the superlaser perhaps even fueled Erdogan's power, suggested to Lira:
  - Maybe we should combine our efforts?
  The naked beauties from the Stelzan empire did not quite understand the black lord:
  - How? We are already united!
  Barely covered by a bikini, General Astara, this meaty warrior chick offered her own option:
  - Let's throw a thermopreon charge at him!
  Darth Vader, the curiosity of a researcher and scientist of the dark side of the force awakened in him, asked wheezing through his mask:
  - Is this a weapon based on the preonn fusion process?
  Astara, arching her torso, made up of nothing but muscles and tendons, bowed low to the black lord:
  - Oh yes my lord! Such a reaction allows the use of energy in a rocket equal to 1000 pentatons. Or ten, no, a hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima!
  The black lord's quick mind made an instant calculation and Darth Vader whistled in surprise:
  - Wow! From such an explosion even the planet Jupiter would crumble into quarks!
  For some reason, Lira Velimara did not share this optimism:
  - 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 through the hyperion battleship Stelzanat, which looked like a carnivorous piranha. The latter, using its phenomenal maneuverability, was desperately trying to avoid defeat.
  However, hyperion weapons and superlager batteries were completely useless against Erdogan's ultramagoplasmic flesh. The energy of billions of djinns had accumulated in him, and his speed exceeded that of light.
  Here was a nimble battleship, cut like a sausage with a knife. And at the same time huge sparks hundreds of miles long flew out.
  The Ottoman dictator roared deafeningly:
  - Banzai! You'll get a coffin design!
  Darth Vader estimated the distance and noted with genuine alarm:
  - If the thermopreon charge explodes, then we ourselves will be blown away like butterflies by a torch!
  Lira Velimara winked shyly at the black lord and said confidently:
  - Don't be afraid, my dark terminator! The thermopreon has a cumulative aiming device!
  Lord Vader waved his hand hopelessly:
  - Okay, let's fall! In the meantime, I'll gather all the dark sides of the force!
  Erdogan, who included all seventy-two tribes of fairy spirits, soared above the Earth.
  The Sultan of Turkey was twice the length of the Moon's diameter and simply sparkled with demonic and phenomenal power. Such a battle is now raging in space. Erdogan's sword flies faster than lightning and strikes desperately firing starships.
  Even semi-annihilation particles are completely useless against such a simply savage force of genies. The grand destroyer of the space empire, caught in the blade's tip, burst into yellow-blue flame and did not even leave behind any fragments.
  But Lira Velimara pulled out her "ace in the hole" - the thermopreon rocket. Thermopreon is capable of releasing energy 7 quadrillion times greater than a thermonuclear reaction when fully released.
  The cumulative thermopreon charge is a little weaker, but it focuses destruction incomparably more accurately. And now a princesp-plasma blot is thrown out of the womb of the flagship battleship.
  This is how unconventional a controlled and intelligently guided thermopreon fusion missile looks. It has no stable matter, so it is almost impossible to shoot down. But the charge itself chooses a target.
  The princesp-plasma blot scares Erdogan. He tries to dodge, but the ultra-advanced substance is quicker. And like a spider, the hypernuclear bomb sucks onto the mighty torso of the newly-minted king and emperor of the genies!
  Velimar's lyre clapped its paws hotly and sang:
  - We'll tear you to pieces! We'll scatter you into quarks!
  The mighty Erdogan, like Hercules, was severely distorted and bent over like a gutta-percha ball in half.
  A supernova flared up. Several nearby starships of Stelzanat and the Sith Empire were thrown back, the hyperplasmic shaft burned the platforms and trunks of a great many batteries. Crushed many clones and beautiful Amazon girls from the Stelzan Empire.
  Erdogan himself twisted and turned and... Became even bigger and more terrible. The second sword, like a sprout of a carnivorous parasitic plant, broke through in his right hand.
  And the dictator of the Ottoman Empire burst into loud laughter:
  - Oh, you pathetic 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 were instantly heated by a hypernuclear flash and boiled with boiling water that scalded all living things. And forests and high-rise buildings went up in flames.
  A hundred trillion Hiroshimas blazing from the distance of the lunar orbit - that's no joke! And the fire that engulfed the entire Earth literally burned it to the underworld of hell.
  A bright, furious glow of light erupted where Washington had been, then a colossal purple-brown flower appeared. Seven hyperplasmic petals separated from the dazzling bud, soaring into the clouds. They glowed in all the colors of the rainbow for ten seconds, then faded and fell away, leaving only giant purple-red sparks floating in the stratosphere.
  In the blink of an eye, tens, hundreds of millions of people burned, flying apart into elementary particles. Those who were further away were blinded and blazed like living torches. The fire painfully devoured human flesh. People's skin peeled off, their hair turned to dust, their skulls charred. The blast wave, like an accordion, folded skyscrapers, burying alive many, until recently such living and carefree individuals in red-hot concrete graves.
  A team of blond, half-naked Texas schoolchildren were kicking a ball around when a gravity wave passed over them, leaving only ashen silhouettes on the charred grass. Poor boys, what were they thinking at the last moment: maybe they were calling for their mother, or one of the heroes of movies, countless computer games.
  The girl returning from the store with a basket, went to the next world, smiling, not even having time to scream. The child simply flew apart into photons and only the ribbon of the bow, miraculously surviving, was swirling in the atmospheric vortex. People hiding in the subway, white and colored, were crushed like flies under a press, those who at that time were flying in an airplane were thrown beyond the stratosphere by tornadoes of Gehenna, and this is an even worse and slower death... When in a chilling vacuum devouring the remains of air like a predatory piranha, people beat their heads against duralumin walls, and their eyes fall out of their sockets... Tongues drooling bloody saliva fall out, and knocked-out teeth spill out like peas.
  Death made the poor man and the billionaire, the senator and the prisoner, the movie star and the garbage man equal. It seemed that millions of souls were howling away 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. A mother and child suffocated under the rubble, clinging to each other so tightly that not even the powers of hell could tear them apart.
  Even the half-mechanical monster Darth Vader, who was imbued to the brim with the dark side of the force, felt the pain and suffering of billions of people dying on earth.
  And in desperation he called to himself all the fibers and masses of the phenomenal manifestation of the dark side of the force.
  Velimar's lira supported him in this matter and extended a strong hand to the black lord. They merged mentally. Their bioplasmic fields instantly mixed, the feminine and masculine principles united together, forming a union of theoplasmic forces.
  And after which a colossal hypergraviomagical collapse occurred, carrying out amazing, literally super-fantastic transformations.
  The surviving starships of the space empire and Stelzanat began to gather into one whole, like balls of mercury. They quickly merged, pressed into the princeps-plasma plasticine, creating a single and monolithic whole between themselves.
  Particles were swirling all over space, coming down 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 photoblitzes followed, and then a huge man appeared.
  His figure was strange. His torso and legs were like Velimara's Lyra - naked and seductive, but his head, shoulders and arms were covered in the black battle suit of Darth Vader.
  The result was a terrifying hybrid: the lord of the dark forces, the warrior from the SS troops Stelzanata Velimara. Moreover, the size of the brute is the diameter of Venus. Such a monster was born, and was created by the extreme manifestation of hypergravity magic.
  In Darth Lyra's hands, two lightsabers flared up: red and purple. Both weapons glowed and sparkled very brightly and intensely. Half-girl-shrew, half-cybernetic organism moved towards Erdogan.
  The vacuum roared deafeningly under the graceful, bare, girlish feet. It seemed that this monster was simply marching through a minefield, where the explosives were invisible, but all the more destructive because of that.
  The Turkish dictator, also swollen to the diameter of Venus, was walking towards his vis-à-vis. They were getting closer, and under the bare, girlish feet of one, and under the high boots of the other, there was thundering like a million thunders... emptiness!
  Darth Vader and Lyra in one bottle saluted Erdogan with a sword.
  The Ottoman dictator merely barked in response:
  - No mercy for the enemy!
  Darth Vader responded with a nasal twang:
  - Repetition is the mother of boaring!
  And their swords crossed with a wild roar, the eruptions of a billion volcanoes of Krakatoa. And the vacuum shook. Quarks danced in the vortices of ether.
  Erdogan, feeling that his flesh, woven from the numerous hordes of evil and good spirits, shuddered from the blow, roared:
  - U Shaitan! You are strong!
  Darth Vader continued his attack and barked:
  - And I have never been 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 fencing, of course, the Turkish president could not compare, with a warrior who was trained by the best warriors and swordsmen in the galaxy - the Jedi.
  Now Lyra's voice was heard. This hellish girl had also been trained well. Since there were no men in their empire, the girls were carried in cybernetic wombs. They were taught to kill and fight even when the embryo was being formed in a nutrient medium with the help of computer programs.
  - What, the son of a Turkish citizen, you don"t like this reception!
  And the plasma sword princeps slashed across Erdogan's well-fed mug. The Ottoman dictator's cut mustache fell down, spun in the ether vortices, began to tear apart, collapsing like a whole bunch of annihilation bombs. And blood poured out of the severed cheek. And in each droplet, genies and witches with brooms splashed.
  The Turkish dictator tried to respond, but Darth Vader very deftly ducked under the curved yataghan sword and slashed at the enemy's side, cutting through a whole layer of muscle. Erdogan roared even louder and attacked again.
  Darth Vader parried the swing, and the lyre's bare foot struck the enemy straight in the groin.
  Erdogan wheezed painfully, and with a wild groan in which one could feel squeaky notes, he croaked:
  - Now you're finished, little man!
  Darth Vader quickened his attack and chanted as he attacked:
  - But still, the end is not the end! The end is only the beginning!
  And here he is, performing his signature move, with which Count Duko was defeated. The severed hand, together with the sword, hangs in a vacuum surge. And then it also begins to tear. As if in one place, reusable, jet, launchers were hammered - emitting supernovas.
  Erdogan, his eyes wide in unbearable pain, retreated and crashed his head into the Moon.
  The satellite of the planet Earth was deformed by the impact, it was covered with wide cracks, and an active eruption of magma began. The moon began to resemble a badly beaten face. Lyra kicked Erdogan again under the knee, and Vader's sword, on the defenseless side, caught the shoulder, cutting off a thick piece of meat and muscle.
  The Ottoman dictator was clearly already floating, 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 sharp turn and another severed paw of Erdogan falls down to begin to tear there, annihilating and magical firecrackers.
  The Ottoman dictator is disarmed, and his last desperate attempt, like a dragon, is to burst into flames.
  It was as if a trillion flamethrowers had fired at once. And the plasma eruption flooded almost the entire solar system. Waves of frenzied flame reached the orbit of Pluto in a couple of seconds. Darth Vader's mask and hands held up, but Lyra's bare, girlish heels were thoroughly scorched.
  The girl-general screamed in pain - the fire cruelly scorched the sole, even large blisters suddenly swelled up on the burnt and blackened female feet and shins. It reached the knees...
  But Darth Vader, with a professional move, jumping and turning his body and converging swords, cut off the large, horned head of the Ottoman President Erdogan.
  The enormous head of the great warrior and ruler, no less in size than the Moon, rolled back, and thick blue lips whispered:
  - It's the end!
  Then there was an explosion, so deafening, destructive and huge that everything that had happened before was a pitiful match flame against the background of a hydrogen bomb tested in space. Streams of annihilation hyperplasma flooded space from the Sun, then Afla-centaur and Sirius...
  
  
  
  
  UNHAPPY BOY
  There lived a boy, he was still small, but deeply unhappy. At school he was bullied and persecuted, at home his parents were always busy and scolded him for bad marks, and even beat him with a belt for bad grades. And everyone bullied and beat him as a fool, mentally retarded, a coward.
  The boy got tired of this and decided to leave his evil city and go as far away from the hated school as he could.
  The boy was still small and naive. He thought that only in his city such evil people and especially children lived, and in other cities everyone was good and kind. And it couldn't be otherwise, because the square TV box was being told over and over again that their country was the most humane, kind, beautiful and best in the world. That in his country all the children were happy or would definitely become happy, and that the party and its great leader would lead to communism - when everyone would get what they wanted.
  And the beaten and hounded boy sincerely thought that the children at school were so cruel and evil, that they were recruited by the CIA and Mossad, that it was the fault of the fat-bellied bourgeois of America that the shelves in the city were empty and people were standing in long lines. That everything would have been fine if it weren't for the bourgeois and saboteurs who crossed the borders at night. That it was their fault that the potatoes were rotting and the children's teeth were hurting. And apparently injections were also invented to torture people in the USA.
  But it must be that evil rules in all the cities of his vast Motherland, that evil CIA agents corrupt and spoil all the children, teaching them to fight and hit someone when they are down.
  No, there must be found in the best and most humane country in the world a city where everyone is kind and smiles at each other and where you can safely extend your hand to shake without fear that a pin hidden between your fingers will stick into it.
  The boy firmly believed in this, that there were still kind and peaceful cities. And he, having waited with difficulty for the first warm days of spring, secretly from his parents, emptied 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. He filled his bag and backpack with this, having first shaken out the textbooks and notebooks, that they created additional weight and... Every now and then, looking around cowardly, he opened the door and ran out into the street.
  The boy was always afraid to go out into his own yard. It seemed to him that he would definitely be beaten, maimed, humiliated, spat upon or something worse would happen there. But it was still an early spring morning, everyone was going to school, there was a chance to slip past the yard bullies and move on. From this neighborhood, where he had become an outcast and a laughing stock, to where they still didn't know. Where he was just a blond boy, a meter tall and with a cap.
  Why are people so angry? What did he do to them that they hate him so fiercely? And they hate him in the most humane, kind, humane and just country on Earth? What did he do to them? Did he insult, slander, humiliate, spit on, betray anyone?
  Didn't he tell everyone that they should be kind, sympathetic, help each other. That fighting is bad, and the weak should be helped? But for this everyone still considered him a fool, a weakling, a moron... and some other complex and incomprehensible word - a pacifist?
  But it's strange, isn't this what all children's fairy tales, books, and television have taught us? Shouldn't people be exactly like this: sublimely noble, inclined to self-sacrifice, standing up for each other like a mountain. Isn't man a brother to man? Isn't the true meaning of life to do good?
  So why in reality is what was taught in books, in movies, and even in computer science classes refuted? It is considered stupid, absurd, funny, bad!
  Where does so much malice and hatred, unwillingness to listen to one's conscience, desire for violence and destruction come from in our children and their peers? Where does education and the cult of good deeds go in their most humane and humane country in the world. In a country that helps and protects the oppressed in all parts of the globe. Which saves blacks, Indians, and all those who are having a hard time and are in a bad way from hunger and natural disasters.
  The boy was called... He felt fear. Now they would catch him and start torturing him.
  He pretended not to hear and quickened his pace.
  In response, a wild roar:
  - Stop, brake! We'll kill you!
  The wild frenzy in his voice is striking, so much hatred towards him? And for what? What did he do to them? And they hate him, the one who always spoke of goodness, of friendship, of mercy, as they would not hate an infidel, the one who would have stabbed their own mother.
  But the boy had already made a decision to leave this city, not to go to this damned, hateful school anymore. To escape from this hellish cesspool and find some other, kind, clean, friendly city. After all, it could be that in his most humane country there were no such cities.
  The boy was very afraid that they would catch up with him, clumsy and weak, and give him a slap on the neck, that he would not be able to leave. But there is also a bus. You just need to jump on it, then the hooligan and bandit will leave you alone.
  This time the boy was lucky and managed to jump onto the closing step of the bus at the very last moment. The door squeezed his thin, childish hand, fortunately not too hard, and he managed to hold on to the backpack filled with food.
  A bus ride in those days still cost a paltry sum, and it was unprofitable in a small town to pay a conductor's salary as well. Moreover, people are honest and don't mind spending four kopecks. A couple of peers couldn't catch up with the boy and took out their anger on the garbage can. They kicked him viciously, as if the iron was to blame for the fact that the desired prey had escaped. And the boy rode and prayed to the Lord God (who, by the way, as they were taught, doesn't exist at all!), so that the door would open quickly and he would free his hand.
  Finally the next stop, the hand is free and you can sit down on the seat and catch your breath. The further the boy moved away from his hated yard, the calmer his soul became. Where they don't know, it's safer.
  Although perhaps another boy, on the contrary, in his place, would dream of being closer to home, seeking protection within its impregnable walls. But the courtyard of the house always caused fear in the boy. He even had nightmares in his sleep about his hellish, merciless peers. The boy tried to walk outside as little as possible. After school, he ran to the locker room as fast as he could to make it before the hateful, cruel-hearted peers came out and started to mock him, or even beat him up right away. The boy found consolation only in books. There were no computers, no Internet, not even TV - only three channels, where at best they showed excellent pioneers, or a singing choir - how good it was 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, could you watch, strictly according to the limit, some interesting feature film or a program about visiting a fairy tale.
  And the boy loved to bury himself in books, drawing from them the sublime, the noble and the fabulous.
  And he often thought about the fairy-tale, kind world in class, if his peers spitting from a pipe or shooting with a rubber band weren't too annoying. About when they finally build communism and there will be universal, universal brotherhood.
  And then the children from Alpha Centauri, Sirius, Ursa Major, the constellation Sagittarius, will unite together. And smiling broadly, they join hands. For example, the children from the constellation Pisces, have heads covered with silver scales, and golden, sparkling fins. And in the constellation Sagittarius, they probably look like Centaurs.
  Everything is very peaceful and beautiful. They give each other gifts, sing songs. There is no hostility, no malice, no one will put a button or a dead frog under the other's ass.
  I wish communism would come sooner, and the hated CIA, which has entangled the whole world in a web of hatred and taught our Soviet children to hate goodness - let it perish and be destroyed! It was they, the Americans, who gave birth to the nightmares of war, from the extermination of the Indians to Afghanistan. They drive people crazy in their radio voices and make them raise their hand, brother against brother, instilling hatred from the cradle!
  The bus glides slowly along the route. It's May outside, morning - the day is just beginning. And the boy is not afraid of the dark. On the contrary, when it's dark there is a better chance of slipping past his peers unnoticed, of disappearing into the darkness. In winter, when it's cold and the nights are long, and especially in severe frost, you can go outside and seriously expect to slip past the angry kids.
  In winter, hooligans also freeze and go outside less often. But in the warm season, the torment begins. And a simple walk to the store turns into torture. And the boy thinks about inventing some kind of zero-transition module, so that once you are already in the store, and then you press a button and you are already home.
  Maybe it's good that until artificial wings are invented, a boy can feel relatively safe in his apartment, on a high floor. When you, sweating from running fast, finally open the door and run into the apartment, you feel like an Olympic champion who has crossed the finish line - you are home and you are safe. You can finally catch your breath and find solace in reading, some other book. Fortunately, they had a library from their great-grandfather that an academician would 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 had not driven to the very end before. And this novelty seemed pleasant and surprising. As if you just take a step, and like Eli from the Wizard of the Emerald City, you will find yourself in a fairy-tale and happy land.
  
  WAR TO A VICTORIOUS END
  April 13, 1945. City of Berlin, building of the Reich Chancellery.
  Foreign Minister Ribbentrop had just returned from negotiations with the Soviet delegation led by the notorious troublemaker and enemy of Germany, Molotov. Despite the fact that four Soviet tank armies had been almost completely destroyed in the recent battles. And since April 1, Western aid supplies under Lend-Lease had ceased, Stalin was making deliberately inflated demands.
  Ribbentrop sadly told Rommel:
  - Negotiations with the Soviet delegation have reached a dead end. The 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. And also lays claim to the Lands of Slovenia, part of Hungary and the oil fields of Romania. He states that millions of Soviet soldiers did not die in order to return 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 ransom! Furthermore, Stalin wants to receive territorial acquisitions from Finland.
  Field Marshal Führer Rommel remarked gloomily:
  - 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 saved soldiers as much as possible, preferring active defense and short counterattacks. Yes, the Russians reached the Vistula and even at the cost of huge losses forced it, broke through to 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 to three or four times in our favor. And 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 replied with a joyful smile:
  - The biggest 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 wavering, but many private structures are ready to support us! Brazil, Spain, Portugal, and especially Argentina are promising us help. Perron does not even rule out that he will openly enter the war on our side. The Finns also swear to go to the end! Mussolini's positions in the north of Italy have strengthened, and the south is still controlled by pro-Western forces. We are ready to continue the war, my Fuhrer!
  Rommel ordered succinctly:
  - Speer to me!
  The skilled, hardworking and talented Imperial Minister of Armaments and Ammunition sat in his right place. Speer managed, despite all the difficulties, to significantly increase the production of weapons and very quickly launch into serial production more advanced self-propelled guns of the class "e", "LEV" and "Panther"-2.
  The still young and very energetic economic dictator of the Third Reich reported:
  - Not only a qualitative but also a quantitative breakthrough has been achieved in the field of tank building. In December 1944, 1960 tanks and self-propelled guns were produced. And this despite all the military difficulties and the launch of the best machines in the world into mass serial production! In particular, the E-25, Lev and Panther-2!
  At present, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns is about two thousand per month, of which in March the newest vehicles: E-10, E-25, Lev, Panther-2 made up more than two-thirds of the tank fleet!
  Rommel asked dryly:
  - Are you sure that our tanks are superior to Soviet ones?
  Speer, trying to make his tone sound reasonable, said:
  - Our designers, although late, managed to create vehicles with a more or less successful layout, armor, armament and driving characteristics. The E-25 turned out to be especially successful. With a 100-millimeter frontal armor at a rational slope angle of forty degrees, 60-millimeter sides and stern and an 88-millimeter EL 71 cannon, the SAU has a reserve of 80 rounds, weighs only 26.6 tons. With a 700-horsepower engine, the vehicle accelerates to over 75 kilometers per hour. In addition, taking into account the weight reserve, the sides of the self-propelled gun are additionally reinforced with 30-millimeter screens. Thus, the side is covered by both the rollers and the screen, which means that the vehicle withstands T-34-85 shell strikes not only in the front, but also in the side. The 88-mm gun itself penetrates 150-148-mm armor at a distance of 60 degrees. Considering the rate of fire, the accuracy of fire, our 88-mm gun is the best anti-tank weapon in the world! And the forehead protection allows it to withstand shots, even from the 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 a rational angle!
  Rommel logically noted:
  - And all this was achieved thanks to the fact that the engine, transmission and gearbox were placed together, in one block. Thus, they saved on the cardan shaft, and reduced the height of the machine to 144 centimeters. The machine surpasses all Soviet models and is relatively easy to manufacture. Although, for example, you have not yet succeeded in creating this kind of tank!
  Speer retorted, offended:
  - "Panther"-2 and especially the tank "Lion" take into account the latest developments and improvements. In particular, in "Panther"-2 it was possible to fit into the weight of 47 tons, having increased armament and ammunition supply to the level of "Royal Tiger", and slightly inferior in armor. And this is a twenty-one ton difference. The engine of 700 horsepower, gives a speed of 55 kilometers on the highway, and 30 kilometers per hour on the road. New vehicles are already in production with a 900 horsepower engine and can accelerate to 70 kilometers per hour. "Lion" with a 105-millimeter cannon has no equal in armament at all, surpasses the "Royal Tiger" in frontal armor, with equal sides and stern. And all with a weight of 51 tons, with a 900 horsepower engine. Our new tanks have excellent driving characteristics, which means they can be used in offensive warfare!
  Rommel grinned and again showed his erudition:
  - And in this tank the engine, transmission and gearbox are located in front of the vehicle hull, and the turret is shifted back. They also compacted 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" without exceeding seventy tons in weight!
  Rommel let Speer go and invited the Imperial Minister of Aviation, Saur. He was also a very skilled and capable manager.
  The Imperial Minister announced with a triumphant look:
  -Our aviation has seized 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 being produced serially and in ever-increasing volumes. They have a speed advantage over Soviet machines of 200-350 kilometers per hour and have powerful armament of 30-millimeter cannons and rockets! The ME-163, Me-262, BA-349 fighters and especially the cheap, light, maneuverable and easy-to-produce HE-162 have proven their overwhelming superiority over the enemy's Laggs and Yaks. The high-speed reconnaissance and bomber Ar-234 has such a speed that no Soviet fighter can catch up with it!
  At the same time, what is most important, we were able to achieve parity with the enemy in the quantitative production of machines. 150 ME-262 fighters are produced per week - machines with very powerful armament and survivability in combat, already 300 and this figure is growing HE-162 fighters, and 120 with the growth of AP-234. More advanced models of ME-262 with swept wings, ME-1010 with wings where the sweep is adjustable, He-262 with better armament and flight characteristics, and most importantly the Ju-287 are on the way. The last machine with reverse-swept wings will have excellent bombing accuracy.
  In total, we plan to increase the production of jet aircraft to two hundred machines per day, completely suppressing the enemy!
  Rommel logically noted:
  - And our propeller-driven machines are quite successful. For example, the evolution of the Focke-Wulf - the TA-152. And the TA-400 in the version of a jet bomber with six engines shows great promise!
  Zaur wheezed proudly:
  - The TA-400 can bomb Soviet factories beyond the Urals, reach speeds of up to 800 kilometers and carry more than 10 tons of bombs! Just like the XO-18 tailless bomber, with a range of 16 thousand kilometers! And the TA-183 jets and other machines! We will dominate the air!
  The Field Marshal-Fuhrer let Zaur go. Now it was necessary to talk to Schmeisser.
  German machine gun
  StG 44 (German: Sturmgewehr 44 - assault rifle of 1944) is a German machine gun developed during World War II. About 850 thousand pieces were produced. Among the modern type of machine guns, it became the first development to be mass-produced.
  It differs from the submachine guns (PPSh, etc.) of the Second World War by its significantly greater range of aimed fire, primarily due to the use of so-called intermediate cartridges, which are more powerful and have better ballistics than the pistol cartridges used in submachine guns.
  The StG 44 is a gas-operated automatic weapon with the removal of powder gases through an opening in the barrel wall. The barrel bore is locked by tilting the bolt in a vertical plane. The tilt occurs through the interaction of inclined planes on the bolt and bolt carrier. The gas chamber is non-adjustable. The gas chamber plug with an auxiliary rod is unscrewed with a special punch only when cleaning the machine gun. To throw rifle grenades, it was necessary to use special cartridges with a 1.5 g (for fragmentation) or 1.9 g (for armor-piercing cumulative grenades) powder charge. The standard weight of powder in a 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 gun, the St 54, would 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 1,000 kilometers and to strike with great accuracy, guided by radio.
  Things were worse with the atomic bomb, until the nuclear reactor was launched. But in a couple of years they also promised that the queen of bombs would go into production!
  But the main thing is that the Americans and the British promised to help the Third Reich and its satellites in the fight against world communism!
  Field Marshal Führer Rommel made a decision:
  - Tell Stalin that we are resuming military action in full, that is, the complete and total destruction of communism!
  April 13, 1945 became the day of the great refusal!
  The Germans launched their main attack from Hungary to avoid forcing the full-flowing Vistula. The offensive began on April 20, when the Nazi divisions were fully staffed.
  The Germans managed to break through the first line of defense, almost immediately. They actively used the tactics of night attacks to prevent the Russians from using their numerous artillery. At night, of course, fire is not so effective, and the fascists have night vision devices.
  The second line of defense was broken through fairly quickly, and two pockets were formed. But by order of the headquarters, large reserves entered the battle. Although it was not possible to defeat the fascists, Mainstein's offensive was halted.
  After a month of stubborn fighting, the Germans only managed to recapture part of Slovakia, advancing no more than 70-80 kilometers.
  The Fritzes' offensive in East Prussia was even less successful. They only broke through the first line of defense and encountered a solid defense. It turned out that the Red Army could dig in and defend itself. And inflict serious damage.
  Only in Romania did Kisselring manage to achieve major successes. The fascist troops created three cauldrons and captured almost all of Moldova and Bukovina. But even there they were not allowed to break through to Odessa, stopped at the Bug - a natural water barrier! But the Germans were still able to capture a lot of land. Including 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 steadfast in defense, 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 situation - Germany's human resources were already exhausted, and the offensive would lead to heavy losses. There was no hope of a repeat of 1941. The Soviet troops were battle-hardened, the generals had acquired experience at a high price, and a fairly dense and deeply echeloned defense had been built.
  So, moving east required paying.
  In the center, Soviet troops still held bridgeheads across the Vistula. Stalin did not want to retreat.
  Rommel made a decision: to launch an air offensive against the USSR. Since bombing is an expensive undertaking, but human losses in such an offensive are much lower! Moreover, the USA and Britain with its colonies and dominions began to provide more and more active assistance with weapons, resources and even volunteers.
  An air offensive 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 began an offensive in the Slovak direction. In response, the Americans sold Germany a thousand B-29 bombers on credit.
  The Germans dominated the air and were able to repel the Red Army's attacks using their qualitative superiority in tanks and self-propelled guns. At the end of July, the German Army Group South went on the offensive, trying to create another cauldron. Soviet troops were able to stop the German offensive. The fascists advanced about thirty kilometers and, avoiding major losses, stopped. In August, the Red Army also advanced in East Prussia.
  The front line has remained virtually unchanged over the summer.
  Meanwhile, the US dropped two atomic bombs on Japan. Hirohito declared capitulation on August 16. America untied its hands and stepped up supplies of equipment, raw materials and machinery to the Third Reich.
  The pressure from German aviation was increasing. The Nazis were counting on bombing the USSR. Autumn passed in an exchange of blows and attempts at attacks from both sides. Both sides tried to avoid unnecessary losses.
  But overall, the Luftwaffe's air superiority became obvious. In 1945, the Third Reich and its satellites produced more than sixty thousand aircraft, mostly jets, and received another thirty thousand from the Allies. The USSR produced only forty-five thousand machines. And they were inferior to the enemy in speed, armament and armor.
  1946 also began with an attempt at a major offensive by the Red Army. But the Germans threw their best development, the E-50 pyramidal tank, into battle and were able to defeat the Soviet units, pushing them back to Poland and Slovenia. But the heavy snowfalls and the mass heroism of the Soviet troops stopped the fascist hordes on the Neman and a little beyond Grodno! The Fritzes entered Lvov with the support of the Banderites. Nevertheless, the large-scale offensive, or rather its failure, led to the USSR losing 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, Vilno, and then approached Riga. The fascists were slightly more successful in the South - they took Vinnitsa and Zhitomir - approaching Kyiv! And Odessa was cut off from the Soviet troops.
  However, the Germans also suffered colossal losses - teenagers from fourteen and grandfathers from sixty-five were called up to the army. Several women's divisions were even created, as well as separate sniper and aviation regiments where the weaker sex fought!
  In the autumn the Germans defended themselves and the Soviet army probed them. In the winter, too, battles raged. It was not possible to break the Germans who maintained overwhelming dominance in the air. The besieged Soviet cities of Riga and Odessa fell, but the Fritzes could not develop the offensive further.
  In 1947, the Soviet T-54 tank entered serial production, which was supposed to compete with the main German pyramidal E-50. True, the Soviet machine was still inferior to the German 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 first Soviet serial jet fighter, the MIG-15, finally took off.
  This means that the fascist monopoly in the air will be over.
  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 streamlined production and combat experience of aces. But it was becoming clear that the USSR was about to reach parity in the air.
  In the autumn of 1948, new negotiations began.
  Germany was depopulated, but the USSR was also bled white. In addition, German physicists were able to get ahead of the Soviets, and the Third Reich had already successfully tested a nuclear bomb.
  Rommel proposed a moderate option - the Germans would receive everything they had already managed to conquer. From Riga to Odessa.
  Stalin, in response, agreed to the zero option. Neither we to you, nor you to us!
  The negotiations have once again reached a complete dead end.
  Koba met in turn with every more or less significant industrialist, designer and military expert.
  Afterwards he publicly read a speech in which he declared that he would wage war against fascism until the victorious end!
  Day 7 November 1948. It became a day of great turning point and decision!
  Epilogue
  1954 December 21... New York... Red flags are hung abundantly on the tallest skyscraper in the USA.
  Stalin, whose image is shown on huge screens and on all the billboards of the American People's Republic, smiles and waves to the Soviet troops passing along Lenin Avenue!
  The whole world celebrates the seventy-fifth birthday of Comrade Stalin - the first emperor of planet Earth!
  
  THE RAISING OF LUCIFER
  Although it was not easy for him, the warrior Palpatine, still relatively young and not yet having had time to harden his soul, managed to step over the barrier.
  Caroline was to be killed with her own hands and a lightsaber. But to cover her tracks, a small nuclear charge was planted in the palace itself.
  Darth Sidious had already mastered the lightsaber to perfection, and on his way to the queen he cut down her personal guard. Then he ordered her to kneel and take off her expensive shoes - so that she would die barefoot on the scaffold as was customary.
  Carolina turned up. Palpatine revealed his true face to her and the august personage burst into tears. After which Darth used force lightning for the first time in his life... And when the charred queen fell silent, the merciless Sith Lord set the nuclear weapon on the detonator and left the palace.
  The inhabitants of the underwater world were accused of sabotage, which caused a brutal war 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 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.
  His teacher Plagast approved of the student's rise, but he himself became more and more immersed in the scientific study of magochlorians. He wanted to gain immortality himself and learn how to resurrect the dead. In addition, Plagast, despite his outward ruthlessness, 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. Her husband did not formally become a king, but he was a completely legal spouse, and a former officer - a Jedi, though not of the highest level of skill. Officially, he received the title of prince and junior co-ruler - under the queen's leadership.
  But Palpatine didn"t like his unofficial son-in-law: he was too kind, noble, very handsome in appearance, and looked much younger than his years.
  And the daughter of the black ruler grew up to be unusually kind and sympathetic. She is not at all like her father in character - who probably dreamed of becoming the worst person in the universe.
  In any case, Plagueis didn't have 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 expose himself. And this is not easy, since the palace security was significantly strengthened after all the unrest and sabotage.
  Palpatine decided to stage an accident on a starship. He managed, using his influence, to get the royal family to fly to Coruscant, a megalopolis planet and the capital of the Republic. Supposedly an invitation to a great celebration - a millennium of great development.
  He had learned well the lessons of Master Plagast;
  The Master promised his apprentice that while his training would be rigorous, they would be free of the Rule of Two. By breaking the cycle imposed by Darth Bane, they would hold nothing back from each other, would have no jealousy or mistrust in their relationship, and would thus serve the dark side together. Sidious studied with the Muun for decades, during which Plagueist taught his apprentice everything he knew, so that all the power Plagueist had gained would not be lost. Plagueist's lessons forced Palpatine to face his fears, stripped him of all joy, and took away everything he held dear. The Dark Lord taught Sidious that emotions such as envy and hatred, while necessary for mastering the dark side, were merely means to abandon normal morality for a greater purpose. Plagast also lectured his student on the means of seizing power with the ultimate goal of controlling the Galaxy.
  But the most effective way of learning was to overcome virtual barriers and multidimensional cinema.
  In helping Palpatine rise through the ranks, the Master gave Thaler Sidious access to his Sith holocron, as well as many others. He trained Palpatine in lightsaber combat, Force lightning, and forced him to absorb all kinds of knowledge about various weapons and techniques of the Dark Side, but to give them only the importance necessary to achieve the true goal of the Order. At the same time, Plagast, under the guise of Grandee of Damask, did everything necessary so that no one would suspect him of having a connection with Palpatine.
  And here too a simple thing happened - the starship got caught in a stream of asteroids. Moreover, already during the return of the starship, when many pilots had taken strong drinks.
  And Palpatine was not only not suspected, but was even awarded an order for the fact that he showed concern and dissuaded from a risky route. But there are such methods of dissuasion that a person will definitely do exactly the opposite. And the provocation worked, and there the devices were slightly damaged.
  Both heirs and the spouse died, leaving only the little Princess Padme Amidala, Palpatine's granddaughter, alive. She inherited the throne on Naboo.
  And Darth Sidious added to his list of crimes. However, not everything was approved by Plagueis.
  "You have the Force, apprentice, and the talent to lead. More importantly, you have the bloodlust of a serial killer, though we should keep that in reserve unless violence serves some exceptional purpose. We are not butchers, Sidious, like some of the Sith of the past. We are architects of the future."
  "How long?"
  "In a decade - and not a day sooner."
  But patience in restraining oneself did not want to show itself. Although sometimes Witt himself was surprised - why did he suddenly become so cruel. Was he so aggressive from birth? Moreover, in a friendly circle Palpatine gave the impression of being the kindest person.
  Darth Sidious even introduced a new theory: a true Sith must hide his thoughts so skillfully that even his master would not understand the trick! Even if he calls himself Plagast the Wise!
  While Palpatine was beginning to enter galactic politics, his mentor achieved a new breakthrough in his research. The will of a criminal Yinchorri, presented to Damask 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 another Gathering in the Cache, Plagast outlined to Sidious the guidelines according to which the Sith should act, told about his long-ago liquidation of Kerred Santhe and ordered Sidious to order the murder of Senator Vidar Kim so that Palpatine would take his place. Plagast himself visited the planet Kamino, where he held negotiations with the local race of cloners in order to create an army of obedient Yinchorri. Later, Damask and his subordinates departed for Serenno, where Plagueist personally conferred with the Jedi present. He learned that Jedi Qui-Gon Jinn disliked corporations, and that his former Master Dooku believed the Republic was unstable. Plagueist skillfully planted seeds of doubt in Master Sifo-Dyas's heart, gently convincing him that the Republic needed an army.
  But who would go to create an expensive military machine without war? And the Sith wanted to rule by violence, because any other method contradicts their teaching.
  During a political session to accept over a dozen Trade Federation worlds into the Republic, Plagueist and Sidious met again, disguised as Damask and Palpatine. Following a pre-arranged plan, Palpatine gave a dramatic speech that caused shouting and chaos in the Senate. Plagueist was pleased, as the Trade Federation worlds had joined the Republic and the Sith could then use them to start a galactic war. But Plagueist knew that the resentful Senator Pax Teem had conspired with Damask's other enemies, the Santhe security structure, and would now take more active steps to remove Damask. Therefore, Plagueist deliberately brought Palpatine and Teem together at a political session, using the apprentice as bait while testing him. Despite Sidious's success, Teem managed to outwit both Sith by ordering Maladian assassins to kill Plagueist. As the latter focused all his efforts to prevent 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 his mentor"s tutelage.
  During Larsh Hill's induction into the Order of the Canted Circle, held at the Order's lodge on Coruscant, Darth Plagast was nearly killed by mercenaries. Palpatine's aide, Pestage, contacted the Maladians and, having received the information he needed, immediately notified Palpatine. The two arrived at the scene of the assassination attempt to find only a wounded and barely breathing Plagast, who was holding his wound with the Force; the rest of the Muuns from Damask Holdings were killed. Palpatine later took his revenge on Teem, killing him and many other members of the Gran Protectorate in the Malastare Embassy on Coruscant. The police never found the culprits, despite forming a special task force to investigate the deaths in the wake of Senator Kim's assassination. In the end, Damask Holdings did not lose its leader, but Hego Damask retired from galactic affairs.
  Darth Sidious hatched his plans quite cunningly. He did not kill his granddaughter Padwe, but on the contrary became friends with her. And with apparent reluctance he became a senator.
  The influence of the black lord grew, the third Sith Darth Maul appeared. Also trained by barbaric methods, and a very capable fighter. However, Maul's talent in the force is not so great that he could become a full-fledged heir.
  Besides, 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.
  Therefore, it is possible that Darth Maul's death was predetermined. Moreover, Palpatine almost died during a duel with his apprentice, and only superiority in strength saved the future emperor from death.
  Darth Sidious felt annoyed that someone in the universe was better at wielding a lightsaber than him. And this also left its mark. Fortunately for the human couple, Maul, due to his limitations, could not surpass them in knowledge of the dark side of the force!
  Damask and Palpatine worked to make the Naboo Crisis work to their mutual advantage. By the time Darth Maul launched an operation on Naboo to wipe out the Jedi, Damask had taken active steps to engineer a new crisis. Contacting the heads of the Corporate Union, the Commerce Guild, the Techno Union, and other corporations, Damask convinced them of the Republic's corrupt practices toward their worlds. Palpatine, having secured his election as Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic, decided that the time had come to complete the Grand Plan alone. Having learned everything he needed from Plagast and using his master's connections to gain the position he coveted, Palpatine saw the aging Muun as nothing more than an obstacle. Plagast, on the other hand, seemed to trust his apprentice completely.
  Moreover, Darth Maul died and the rule of two was automatically restored.
  There was still a lot of work and time ahead; Darth Sidus simply did not have time to train a new student.
  So, why shouldn"t their tandem exist for a few more years - but the Jedi Order won"t be completely destroyed?
  But the most important thing was not this. Plagast finally revealed a terrible secret: "he 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 his passion.
  In general, after initiation into the Sith, the ability to reproduce offspring drops sharply. And here is such luck - you have a son! And such a capable one, and gifted not only in strength, but also having an extraordinary political talent.
  This was the number one reason why he saved the young man. It was much nicer to pass on the business to one's own blood. Although, due to the fact that high-level Sith became almost sterile - family ties were never considered the most important.
  Plagast became emotional... Maybe he really did decide that his own son wouldn't touch him.
  But this is precisely what pushed 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, Damask made his first public appearance in years exclusively with Senator Palpatine: together they attended the premiere of a new production of Mon Calamari opera at the Galactic Opera House. After the performance, the two Sith Lords retired to Damask's penthouse in the Caldani Spire to celebrate Palpatine's impending success. Palpatine swarmed his teacher with wine, rehearsing his upcoming Senate speech.
  Plagast, drunk, told Palpatine that his experiment with Magochlorians was more than successful. The boy Anakin won the race, and most importantly, he managed to disable an entire army of combat robots. This means that the boy is gifted in the Force more than anyone else in the universe. In addition, in addition to the boy, he managed to inseminate a representative of the Togruta race with Magochlorians. Considering that the representatives of this humanoid, but non-human race are poorer in Magochlorians than people, but at the same time the percentage of Jedi among them, with a much smaller number than people, is very high, then...
  The new girl Ahsoka Tano in the future will be able to achieve extraordinary, previously unknown heights of mastery. The combination of alternative ways of perceiving the power of the Togruta, and the abundance of Magochlorians - is capable of giving birth to a real miracle of man-made nature.
  And what will happen next? He will continue his 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 Magochlorians - theochlorians, who will allow the Sith to change the physical laws of the universe, and maybe even create new universes!
  The black lord had reason to be afraid and amazed.
  Gradually becoming drunk, Plagast fell asleep for the first time in many years, and after a few moments Sidious, having hesitated (maybe it would be better to simply cut off his head with a sword?), brought down a stream of Force lightning on his teacher.
  - You, father, will answer for everything! For abandoning me, for allowing me to endure a year of hell in the royal torture cellars! For making me kill my only true love, Caroline!
  The black Sith roared, spitting lightning at his parent. He truly hated him.
  Enjoying Plagast's pain, Darth Sidious slowly tortured him to death, and he, being weakened by the Force, could do nothing and died.
  In the last seconds, the black lord said:
  "You lost this game back on the day you decided to train me to rule the Galaxy with your daddy by your side - or, to be more precise, under your heel. You were my teacher, father - yes, for that I will forever and ever be grateful to you, but you will never become my master."
  - Palpatine said goodbye to the dying and burning in the fire of Force lightning Darth Plagueis.
  And so the Sith inventor ended his stormy life. And with him, a page of universal history turned.
  But there remained two new, great creations: Ahsoka and Anakin, as well as the 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 to take and destroy his direct descendant, gifted in power. Moreover, no matter how you look at it - Luke is one hundred percent human, and his own children are half Togruta. And after all, Emperor Palpatine had already introduced laws limiting the rights of non-humans, and generally sought to establish racist ones in the new state.
  Indeed, since humans are the most numerous race in the galaxy, and the Emperor himself is a human, as are those around him, then harsh racism and the belittling of other races is entirely in the spirit of the Sith. They love to suppress and rule.
  Grand Marshal Tarkin developed a whole theory and ideology to justify racism...
  But only half-humans inherited the throne. Even if Ahsoka got rid of her ugly growths, and her chameleon skin looks beautiful.
  The Emperor specifically sent his children to destroy life on the planet Shilo, where the Togrutas lived. And the offspring of the black ruler did so with joy.
  They served from conception and knew only the dark side of the force. Palpatine, in his youth, did many good deeds. And if he had ended up in the torture cellar, had he not encountered Plagueis, 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 exactly what the Emperor finds unpleasant. Either the good in him did not completely die. Or Palpatine believed that it is impossible to become a real Sith without fighting with yourself, when you defeat the light side in yourself.
  His children accepted serving evil as a given, as the most natural thing in the universe, without experiencing mental anguish or remorse.
  But Palpatine also fought with himself, and only the Most High Gods know what the murder of Caroline cost him.
  Besides, the Emperor never decided to kill his mother. Plagast apparently also felt affection for her, never raised such a question.
  But Palpatine's mother is still alive and, despite the fact that she has long since passed the age of one hundred, does not look at all like a very old woman. On the contrary, she seems younger than her son, a strong blonde - no more than thirty years old by the look of it. After her release from hard labor, she settled in a remote province and there took up witchcraft.
  Yes, a commoner, a peasant, but also an unusual woman, something was wrong with her genetics. Otherwise, she would hardly have been able to get pregnant from the black ruler.
  Barefoot, wearing only a loincloth, with a waist as thin as a young girl's, she worked hard in the fields, and at night she practiced witchcraft. But when Witt lived with her, the mother hid her activities and did not dedicate her son to anything.
  It"s true that 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 he had to protect Naboo from a rebel raid. They were also looking for secrets on the home planet of the black emperor. Maybe they wanted to find out his weak points, or find his relatives?
  The Emperor had a half-brother. Palpatine sacrificed him to the dark forces shortly before the crisis in Naboo - so to speak, to smile upon fortune.
  By this time, the brother had already acquired grandchildren, so Darth Sidious's wait-and-see tactics paid off. More victims, and a new addition to the pantheon of slain blood relatives.
  Then he wanted to finish off his mother at the same time. But Palpatine expected to meet an old woman: but his mother had not changed at all over the long years of separation. A girlish, muscular figure, very dark from the sun, and smooth skin, a beautiful face with a masculine chin. From a distance, she could generally be mistaken for a girl, but up close you can see her facial features: quite mature, formed, and she is at least thirty years old. And if you look into her emerald-sapphire eyes, it will seem even more.
  Witt Thaler, who did not expect that his mother was not as simple as she seemed, was shocked and refused to kill, or as he called it - sacrifice to the dark forces.
  He did not find the courage to exchange even a few words with his mother-witch and, avoiding contact, hurried away. The mother may have recognized her son, but she also pretended to be cold and indifferent.
  And during her last visit to Naboo, she appeared at the moment when the Imperial convoy ran into an ambush. Palpatine was almost buried in the palace, but the barefoot woman appeared to him, showing him a hidden exit and showing where another rebel ambush was located.
  Then they exchanged a few phrases with her.
  The everlasting mother placed her hand on Palpatine's forehead and said bitterly:
  - How cruelly you were wounded, son. There is not a single recognizable feature left in you!
  Darth Sidious angrily replied to Mom:
  - I only look like a very old man! In fact, my body has not lived by human laws for a long time. And I am still capable of defeating any Jedi with swords. And the period of physical existence of my flesh will last for many centuries!
  The young mother nodded to her wrinkled son:
  - You decided to prolong your physical existence by becoming a vampire? Of course, vampires have advantages over humans. If you don't count the need to drink blood three times a day and avoid sunlight. But that's not life!
  Emperor Palpatine was offended by his mother and even wanted to hit her, but he held back. He muttered angrily:
  - I have become stronger than I was in my youth, it is harder to kill me with anything other than the highest grade silver. And in any sun you can wear a comfortable spacesuit with filters, and artificial light is not dangerous for me.
  Here Darth Sidious' tone became softer:
  - Better yet, tell me, how did you, being a simple person, manage to stay young?
  Lada Taler answered with a sweet, toothy smile:
  - I've walked barefoot all my life in Naboo, worked all my life, ate healthy food, drank only juice and milk. Always in the fresh air - far from the city. Only once did I visit the capital, and that was in chains, when they brought me to hear the verdict. And then again to the village with a hoe!
  I live the healthiest lifestyle possible, so why should I age?
  This time Palpatine didn"t even get angry, he felt a little amused and, quite logically, he asked for clarification:
  - Millions of peasant women lead the same way of life as you, but this does not prevent them from turning into ugly old women, unlike you. What is the secret - tell me!
  Mom replied with a condescending tone:
  - The most important question is, why does a person age? The cycle of nature is eternal, and the human body is similar to such a cycle. Objectively speaking, in the human body itself, there is nothing that should age. - The young-looking woman paused and continued with the confidence of a goddess. - It's all about thinking and faith. Believe that old age is unnatural, and eternal youth, on the contrary, is a pattern and you will not age!
  Palpatine didn't quite agree:
  - Not only people age, but also metal, objects, spaceships, combat robots. Why do you think that a person is able to avoid this by willpower and faith?
  The young woman answered confidently:
  - 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 body's stem cell reserve is enough for millions of millions of lives. We just need to learn how to do one essential little thing - 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 whispered:
  - Why would a vampire need to know that? You'll last another five or six centuries in this flesh. And you've got a wonderful successor growing up... Do you still need to master the secret of eternal youth? Especially considering your egoism?
  Darth Sidious hissed like a crushed snake and drew his scarlet blade:
  - I can sacrifice you to the dark forces too!
  The mother looked at her son-emperor without any shadow of a doubt. She answered, smiling even wider:
  - This sacrifice will not help you in your fight! Even though you are 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 softened and waved his hand in a relaxed manner:
  - Okay, as you said: a vampire still has five or six centuries left. And then maybe I'll find out a more effective way to extend life. Especially since experiments are already being conducted to infuse a spirit into a clone!
  Mom kissed Palpatine goodbye and wished him luck. She smelled so fresh and nice. And Darth Sidious felt sad - there is a charm in goodness.
  Evil is evil, and living when there is darkness and ferocious jackals around is extremely tiring. Sometimes fears roll in... Painful and terrible.
  Moreover, Emperor Palpatine wanted a Sith who was not pure evil to succeed him, and for the successor to be able to bring at least something constructive to the life of the space power.
  Luke Skywalker is one hundred percent human and this is his significant advantage.
  Besides, the blood of Anakin and Palpatine still flowed in him. And attracting this boy to the dark side required serious efforts.
  
  
  THE BIRTH OF THE DEVIL
  How did Palpatine, a humble young man, an excellent student, and distinguished by exemplary behavior, become the embodiment of universal evil and go over to the dark side of the force?
  Life on the planet Naboo was relatively good - a mild climate, generous land, an almost complete absence of riots 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 monarch's term of office and his powers.
  Palpatine in his youth, a very handsome, slender and, of course, physically developed young man, won the interplanetary competition in Aviaball. It was then that Palpatine, who was included in the Naboo team at the very last moment, felt sensitivity to the force. He saw the flights of pulsars and the turns of asteroids in the most difficult virtual game in advance. And he realized that he could feel when it was time to deliver a fatal, decisive blow. And then his name was somewhat different: Witt Thaler. A commoner mother, and an unknown father. However, thanks to his innate abilities and hard work, Witt managed to enter the free department of a prestigious college. To do this, it was necessary to collect a very high score.
  As for his father, his very beautiful and curvy mother said that he was a noble gentleman, perhaps even one of the noble Jedi.
  But she couldn't name him. Witt, however, made various assumptions in her mind - maybe his father was an emperor from a neighboring galaxy?
  Even as a child, Thaler - the future Palpatine - felt in himself the ability to read a closed textbook - in paper form or an electronic book - it didn't matter. He amazed his friends with his ability to predict the outcome of sports competitions, or won riddles on a bet - like what is hidden in a fist.
  But it was in this game that he realized he had a rare gift. A sensational victory made Witt Thaler a hero of Naboo, and... Well, just like in a fairy tale, it led to the most beautiful girl, Princess Caroline Amidala, falling head over heels in love with him.
  And Witt himself, with his young, hot blood, felt a surge of sympathy and reciprocity. They fell madly in love with each other, and the official heir to the throne, Caroline Amidala Naberrie, became pregnant by a commoner boy.
  The king was furious. According to the custom and law of the planet Naboo, abortions are strictly prohibited, but the crown princess and her offspring were deprived of the right to the throne. Witt Thaler was to be executed in the most excruciating manner after cruel torture. And Caroline, after the birth of her child, was sent as a slave to the plantations. There the princess: barefoot, in only a torn tunic, had to toil 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 slower.
  One of the types of punishment was hanging slaves on a rack and tickling their bare heels with the flames of a torch.
  Witt himself was tortured in prison. They tortured him cruelly, sophisticatedly, but very professionally, not allowing him to lose consciousness or die prematurely.
  Witt Thaler went through a thousand circles of hell. He was tortured for a year before his execution. And then he was to be eaten alive, in front of millions of Naboo residents, by a rat mite.
  But during the execution, the monster suddenly exploded... And when the smoke cleared, Witt Thaler had 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 suffered a stroke.
  And Witt, mutilated by months of torture, woke up in a damp grotto, covered with bright plants. He was in great pain, but at the same time the feeling of furious strength returned. For some reason, during the torture in the torture basement, Witt could not use his abilities and burn the executioners.
  Although I could clearly see the fire flying out of me, the eruption of pulsars, and the streams from the terrible plasma thrower weapon (banned in the old republic because of its extremely high destructive power!), but then the feeling of power returned.
  And the deep wounds inflicted by the executioners slowly but surely healed.
  Next to Witt was a canister of nutrient mixture, and he drank it every now and then, falling asleep.
  For example, he had a dream...Delirious and at the same time heroic;
  The devouring of the corpse was a rapid process, the mutant lion in a great hurry while the meat was fresh and warm. When he was finally finished, a skeleton remained. Several black warriors in robes, armed with magic wands, drove it 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.
  - Wonderful! Not such a bad ending! - Said the future emperor of space. 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 wild delight:
  - And now we announce the continuation of the competition. At this moment, anyone from the public who wants to can fight the killer lion.
  Witt Thaler immediately stood up and screamed piercingly:
  - I want!
  - It is clear that you want to atone for your guilt in not betting on a person. - Princess Caroline Amidala teased him.
  The young man shouted in rage:
  - And even if it is so! An animal that killed a human being is not worthy of living!
  - But you have competitors, look at this. - Princess Caroline pointed at the beast that had risen, resembling an upright crocodile with an elephant's face. - This guy wants to fight too!
  The commentator announced:
  - Since two people at once expressed a desire to enter into battle, they must first fight each other.
  The public welcomed this decision, more spectacle and more blood!
  Warrior Witt looked at the monster with a trunk covered in scaly armor, and in the very first seconds he felt an unpleasant sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Then the young man overcame his 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 handed a sword and a shield. Here another surprise awaited Vitt, he was given one sword, for his right hand, and the enemy received two at once, taking the second weapon in his trunk.
  - That's not fair! - the young man protested. - Two blades against one.
  - Corpse Sucker always uses his nose in battles. It's a custom! - The invisible commentator answered, not hiding the contempt in his voice, and 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. Therefore, he said with anger.
  - So give me a second sword instead of a clumsy shield. - I don't want to be a weakling.
  - You have that right! - the commentator said, slightly softening.
  The nymph handed the young man the second sword and said with pathos:
  - Fight, knight, do not disgrace your honor.
  The commentator announced again:
  - The right to kill or pardon belongs to the fighter who wields the victorious weapon! And also to the public. I think this should be taken into account.
  - I will definitely finish off the impudent handsome man, - said Corpse Sucker.
  - Without forging a hammer, you can't crack a lock! - Witt said with a witty aphorism.
  They stood in a stance, the crocodile elephant was much larger than the guy, and began to wait for the signal.
  A nymph, light as a feather, flew up to him and kissed the young man on his pink cheek.
  Witt blushed and took half a step, at that moment the signal for battle sounded. The corpse-sucker rushed at him, waving his swords, he expected to take him by storm. The young man was on guard, and, jumping to the side, kicked him as he retreated. The blow hit the shield, it rang with a nasty sound.
  - Hey, kid! Take care of your shoes, they're cute.
  Young Witt really regretted not taking off his sneakers, they were a birthday present, unusually colored and, despite their durable leather, he did not want to spoil them. He, the son of a poor woman, valued good shoes. And he, Witt, was still a boy, so he would not be embarrassed to walk barefoot.
  The fight continued, and then the young man noticed that his opponent was very skillful with his trunk. How quickly the sword moved, while his arms were not so mobile, and also the superiority in length.
  - All my life I dreamed of riding an elephant, not fighting. You're so nasty.
  In response, a hoarse squeak:
  - That you don't like a person. That's how inferior your race is.
  Witt continued to change the trajectory, making a melnik, one of the effective techniques
  Kendo, but apparently the fame of a skilled fighter came to his opponent for a reason. He managed to parry everything and even delivered sensitive blows himself. For example, one of the attacks hit Witt in the chest, his T-shirt was cut, the young man did a back flip, barely escaping a serious defeat. The two-headed Russian eagle was damaged, cut in half.
  - What a bastard! - Witt said and performed the "Butterfly" technique, but again all the attacks were
  Repulsed. - The long-nosed devil.
  He was wounded again, scratching his arm, then hitting his shoulder. Witt retreated, he suddenly realized that he was hopelessly losing the battle, facing a more skilled enemy-partner than himself. Especially since the young man was not yet very experienced in kendo.
  Princess Caroline was also worried:
  - I'm a complete idiot for not stopping my boyfriend. In this universe, he's completely
  A stranger, he will lose his life for no one knows why.
  She wanted to jump out of the arena. Then, as luck would have it, a familiar sorcerer turned up.
  - What a beauty, he can't shoot from a stick or wave his legs. I know Corpse Sucker! What, he will definitely kill, and even mock the corpse. So whether you want it or not, you will have to give yourself to me.
  - No way! - said Princess Caroline.
  The dark side sorcerer hissed:
  - In that case, you can be sold to a regiment, and you will service twenty soldiers a day. Or, on the contrary, to the ruler's harem, where there are thousands of you and you will wither away from boredom and abstinence.
  The princess roared bravely:
  - I will become a warrior!
  The sorcerer cackled:
  - You are a fragile girl who does not possess elementary magical techniques. You will be incinerated in the first battle.
  Carolina was offended:
  - Master of Glory will teach me! And I am physically strong!
  The sorcerer chuckled disgustingly:
  - Master of Glory? But she's an egoist. It's unlikely that she'll succeed in anything worthwhile. I could make you my wife and pass on my skills to you as a family member.
  The princess grinned ironically:
  - Do you want to become a god?
  The sorcerer roared pompously:
  - Why not! That I'm worse than other applicants?
  Caroline said sincerely and with an expression of contempt:
  - You are disgusting. I will be disgusted by your touch.
  The tempter's eyes flashed a crimson light.
  - Well, I'll remember that for you.
  While they were talking, Witt's wounds increased. The young man retreated, he was already starting to feel dizzy from the loss of blood. The corpse-sucker made another lunge, a terrible swing almost cut off the head, cut the boy's cheek.
  "Bastard," he said. "During the battle, the Velcro on one of his sneakers came unglued."
  And the shoes were barely holding on. But the talented young man was struck by inspiration, jumping up sharply. He swung his leg, and the sneaker, like a stone from a sling, flew into the Corpse Sucker's face, hitting the forged, riveted heel 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 Sucker retreated, spreading its legs wide. Its throat emitted a terrible roar.
  Witt's eyes flashed furiously:
  - The enemy is on the verge of total destruction! I will win!
  The young man pounced on the enemy, with only a sword he was not scary. The corpse-sucker retreated, staggered and missed blows. Soon he received several serious wounds and dropped his sword. Then he only reacted convulsively, turning his shield. In the excitement, Witt performed a pitchfork technique, stabbing the enemy first in the head, to which he managed to react, and then in the stomach. The puncture was deep, and intestines came out. Then, seeing that the enemy was completely weakened, Witt performed a "brush" technique and pierced his skull. He fell dead.
  - The fighter Witt, nicknamed the ghost, won. His opponent, the Corpse Sucker, who strikes with his trunk, is almost dead. Now the victorious young man has the right to finish him off or not.
  The crowd was noisy, some of the bets were won and some were lost, but everyone was extremely thirsty for blood.
  United, in a wild impulse and frantic cry:
  - Finish him off! Cut off his head and hang him on a stake! - they screamed. - This is what custom dictates to do with losers.
  Witt shook his head, in the heat of battle he could still kill, but when it was all over his rage evaporated. To cut off a head in cold blood, and then to desecrate it, that was not in his rules. The young man bowed his fair head and firmly said:
  - No, I will not kill a helpless creature.
  - Destroy him! Finish him off! - The crowd continued to scream, and various limbs jumped up. And squeals - Give us pleasure!
  The future Emperor Palpatine displayed unheard of nobility:
  - The enemy is defeated, and even crippled, what else do you need!
  -Your friend is a fool. By leaving Corpse Sucker alive, he makes himself a mortal enemy.
  He will not forgive the humiliation and loss of the trunk. - The sorcerer said in a rusty croak. - And why are you a fool? Don't scream, finish him off?! He will listen to you!
  - I've had enough blood! - The princess girl replied. - Why are you all so cruel? Can't you have fun some other way?
  The sorcerer, whose face was hidden under the robe, hissed:
  - How?
  Carolina, barely hiding her irritation, replied:
  - For example, listen to songs! Or perform artistic numbers, all kinds of entertainment programs, possibly with animals.
  The sorcerer, whose face was hidden but whose burning eyes still shone through the darkness, croaked:
  - What kind of a farce is this? No, it's not interesting! All sorts of buffoons and jesters cannot replace the spectacle of blood.
  The princess deliberately made a face:
  - Really?
  The sorcerer, frowning and his eyes sparkling, growled:
  - And what about the singers with their tin throats? With the help of magic and sorcery, any music and voice can be recreated. We can do it. And if we want, even naked houris will dance.
  The wizard raised a long, clawed finger:
  - No, girl, a serious gladiator fight is best.
  Princess Caroline categorically disagreed with this, but did not object.
  Witt Thaler got money for the fight, and also made some money on the betting. Then the young man, still recovering from the previous battle and wounded, had to fight with
  A mutant lion. But if the predator's wounds were healed with magic, the young man came out covered in fresh cuts. Witt threw off his torn T-shirt and took off his sneakers, carefully putting them aside and taking a sword in each hand. Half naked in his rolled-up jeans, he seemed especially handsome to Princess Caroline. Wide cuts were visible on his sculpted torso. The boy moved his sinewy shoulders, trying to make the pain serve his rage. His bare feet felt the hot surface of the floor heated by the artificial light.
  Witt Thaler blew a kiss. The audience clapped their hands.
  It muttered loudly:
  - No need to introduce the fighters! Let the fight be interesting!
  The lion, without waiting for the horn, jumped, trying to catch the enemy with his fang-sabres. He did not succeed, jumping back, Witt managed to hit him in the eye with his heel. The beast became furious, jumped forward, and ran into the tip of the sword. Here the boy-gladiator was surprised - the blood, which had been red before, turned green.
  "What is all this about?" asked the surprised Princess Caroline.
  - This means that the beast has become more resilient and strong, its 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 the swearing will be more interesting.
  The lion-dragon continued to jump, not paying attention to the blood, he was very fast and the young man barely had time to dodge. Here Witt did a somersault, jumping: like an acrobat, then diving like a loach, ripped 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. - The blade can't reach you.
  The loss of blood made the young man tired. He managed to pierce the lion's eye with a precise thrust, but even with one eye the predator remained dangerous and, seizing the moment, struck him painfully in the ribs with a clawed paw. The claws left six deep stripes.
  - What a bastard! He's tearing off the flesh! - the young man cooed.
  It seemed that the lion should have weakened from loss of blood long ago, but his attacks became more and more rapid. Several times the fangs almost pierced the press, and one sank into Thaler's chest muscle, scratching it badly. The young man staggered, and his teeth flashed above him,
  pierced in the shoulder. Witt was sweaty, bloody and managed to slip away and even slash the blade across the throat. The beast was bleeding, the main artery was punctured, but did not lose speed.
  - You're like a zombie, no matter how many times you react. Maybe you're not a proper lion. - The young man said.
  He attempted to counterattack to knock out the last eye, but missed, leaving another bloody streak on the muzzle. Leo
  touched him with his paw again.
  - Where do these come from? - In desperation, the young man struck his opponent with all his might on the fang-saber. From the strong shock, the bone cracked, and white juice came out of it.
  - Hey! - The sorcerer said with an extremely satisfied tone. - Your friend has apparently decided to sharpen his blade, in any case, I can feel his serious arrogance.
  - What did you want? Vitka is a smart kid. - Princess Leia answered, purring contentedly.
  The next blow finally severed the fang. The beast began to spin, as if it had lost its orientation. Witt pressed on, his blows became more and more sharp, seeing that the mutant lion was floating, the young man added energy.
  - What about lion meat, don't you like it! - shouted the brave guy.
  - Beat him Vitek, you're so sexy. - Princess Caroline screamed.
  The young man struck the second fang, fortunately the target was convenient. The bone did not give in the first time, and he had to add more. Finally, this tip collapsed, the lion was clearly stunned.
  - How are you now, without fangs, just a big cat, doomed to die! - said the furious Witt.
  The gnashing of teeth and wailing became his answer. The fight continued in a mocking manner, the lion-dragon moving as if attacking, but his movements lost their sharpness. The boy, feeling a surge of strength, in turn
  constantly counterattacked and finally pierced the last eye. This time the blade seemed to penetrate much deeper and reached the brain.
  - Bravo, kill him! - Princess Caroline shouted.
  The whole hall joined in chorus.
  - Finish him off, finish him off!
  The young gladiator kicked him again and, jumping behind him, hit him with a spinning kick. The mutant lion seemed to be losing his bearings, and he poked him with his muzzle several times. Finally, when the boy got the hang of it, he thrust the blade into his chest and tried to pierce him deeper, all the way to the heart. The clawed paws hit his ribs, scratching them, then pierced the flesh, but Witt stubbornly did not let go of the blade, although he was literally being torn to pieces. Here everything was decided by will, the claws continued to scratch and tear the young flesh.
  "Leave him alone!" Princess Caroline shouted. Her cry was left alone.
  - Finish it! - the crowd roared.
  Finally, the blade of the enraged Witt pierced the heart, and the beast fell silent, having run its claws over the long-suffering flesh for the last time.
  -Well, it seems that's it! - The young man exhaled. - The spawn of darkness has been cast down into dust.
  The commentator-magician announced.
  - Once again the winner is Witt - the phantom of death; the rising star of the arena. He will receive the prize he earned.
  At this phrase, Thaler's vision cleared like fog when a powerful wind tunnel is launched.
  And from this haze emerges... 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 the dream.
  - You fought well, Witt... I see in you the skills of a natural warrior!
  Thaler sat up. During his sleep, his wounds had almost healed, and the scars had become pale and less noticeable.
  The young man said, extending his hand to the man:
  - I am grateful to you for saving me, sir...
  The man roughly threw back his young hand and croaked:
  - No gratitude! Any gratitude leads to mercy and weakness!
  Witt smiled through force and muttered:
  - But you saved my life... So I have to thank you somehow!
  The man suddenly threw back his hood. The young man peered into the revealed face. The man had a noble appearance, he looked a little over forty, a powerful neck, and a curly, short beard. The look in his eyes was very powerful, it was immediately obvious that he was used to commanding, and his features were strong and strong.
  Although this gentleman was unfamiliar to Vitt, the young man thought he had seen him somewhere before. Although it is very difficult to forget such expressive and strong-willed facial features, a regal bearing, the eyes of a ruler from the cradle. But at the same time, the voice, despite the noble appearance, is hoarse, nasty, as if strained, 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 flashed unkindly:
  - I take you as my student, 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 basement is just a drop in the bucket compared to what awaits you!
  Witt stood up and said decisively:
  - I'm ready! Ready for anything - just save Carolina!
  The man snorted with extreme contempt:
  - Attachment is a weakness! The greatest weakness that the Sith can afford! - Here the voice of the dark lord became more menacing. - More precisely, they cannot, should not afford it, but... Strangely enough, I will free Carolina from slavery! Only in exchange for your complete obedience, so that you swear that at the right moment you will fulfill absolutely any of my orders!
  Witt obediently knelt down and uttered 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 on, Vitt, or now Darth Sidious, began his training in fencing and the dark force. A cruel and merciless teaching. But the new black lord felt a rapidly growing power within himself. He became stronger and more sophisticated with each passing day, week, and month.
  Darth Plagueis, in addition to his dream of immortality, had plans to restore the Sith dominion. 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 the noble Palpatine family.
  He began to make a leisurely career as an official, while simultaneously improving his mastery of the dark force. In addition, Darth Plagueis, who had a completely legal status as a major businessman, kept her word.
  After the king's death, his young son succeeded him. Darth Plagueis instigated a Hutt attack on the palace. The heir, his sister, brother, and uncle were killed.
  After which the captain-general of the palace guard elevated Caroline, who was popular with the people, to the throne.
  Several years of captivity only hardened the strong woman, and she began to rule even more harshly. And her daughter Seraphima, who was raised at the monastery, became the heir to the kingdom of Naboo.
  Although his former lover returned to power, Palpatine was forced to hide his identity and remain in the background for now. Although his influence in the kingdom was constantly growing stronger.
  The captain-general soon died - apparently from an accident, but Palpatine was behind it. And soon, the Sith Lord demanded that Witt Thaler sacrifice his first love - Queen Caroline.
  It came down to a duel to the death with Plagueis. And 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 humanity that still smolder within me! - Here the black lord raised his voice and decisively added: - But I swear, I will not forgive you for this and will definitely destroy you!
  "The desire to dispose of those who are above you 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!" Darth Plagueis said to Darth Sidious, and continued with a smile. "By killing those closest and dearest to you, you will discover an incomprehensible source of strength within yourself. I sense 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 suffered a severe concussion during the Afghan war. And he lost the opportunity to have his own children, although he really wanted to. His wife loved the colonel very much and went to meet him, they took in two strong boys from an orphanage. The adoptive father raised them like Spartans. But it was still not the same. The boys grew up strong, healthy, but did not show any special superpowers.
  And Granny Vanga predicted to the colonel that a representative of his descendants would become the arbiter of the fates of the country and the universe. Then the colonel decided to go to a famous sorceress so that she could help his wife get pregnant miraculously.
  The sorceress did indeed have considerable abilities, but was basically a charlatan of the highest order. She declared that she could do this and grant the colonel a son, but demanded a colossal sum of money.
  The colonel had some real estate in Moscow, as well as valuable trophies captured during the war with the dushmans and Chechens.
  He collected this wild sum - 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 of hypnosis, suggestion, skill, to deceive which even Kashpirovsky himself, or a world-class politician, would envy.
  Meanwhile, the sorceress performed a very colorful staged ritual, trivially putting the colonel's wife to sleep. And then simply injected the donor's seed into Venus's womb.
  It wasn't a very sophisticated scam. But it was effective. The wife (like the Virgin Mary) immaculately conceived a child - she, by the way, remained a virgin, but the husband completely lost his male power due to the injury.
  Everyone was happy and on time, the woman gave birth to 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 sons, loved his daughter. Only in his own way, raising her like a Spartan - hardening and training.
  The girl developed quickly, demonstrated high potential and abilities. Especially physical. Her hair is thick, wavy, golden, and wonderfully beautiful.
  But when the girl, barefoot as she was, set off to run in the January snow - traditionally waking up at half past four in the morning - an event happened. That was how she usually started each day. A morning run, still in the pre-dawn darkness. Quite Spartan.
  She ran the traditional ten and a half kilometers, in any weather, to then get a boost of energy for the whole day. Naturally, this was only the beginning of the training, because Vladlen (named after Lenin and Stalin!) was seriously involved in martial arts. She even competed - defeating girls who were bigger and older than her.
  But she is still a girl of about ten years old, and runs in only swimming trunks. And her golden hair looks like flames. And the damned maniac is waiting in ambush for the child. Apparently he prepared a trap in advance, because the girl is running so fast that not every adult can 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 the tracks were covered. And Vladlen, the girl who ran barefoot and half-naked in any weather, was even happy about such extreme sports. After all, difficulties only harden us, and what does not kill us only makes us stronger.
  The trap worked, brutally pinching the girl's leg. Fortunately, thanks to training, the bones were strong enough not to break in the bear trap.
  But Vladlen got seriously hurt. And it was very painful. And the scoundrel tried to attack and rape the karate girl. Vladlen reacted instantly, kicked him in the chin with her heel. But the criminal turned out to be strong. Whining, he jumped back, rubbing his bruised jaw. Then he pulled out a knife.
  The girl found herself trapped, unarmed and almost naked, against a maniac with a long knife.
  A sweeping attack followed, and Vladlen leaned over and hit her opponent in the solar plexus with her head. The knife passed, scratching the girl's back. Vladlen intercepted the hand and changed the direction of the blow. The tip plunged straight into the criminal's throat. The maniac choked on his own blood and suddenly gave up the ghost.
  And the girl, having committed her first revenge, exclaimed:
  - It has happened!
  However, it was murder, and the leg was seriously damaged in the trap.
  Unfortunately, the maniac had very influential parents, and Vladlen was in serious trouble. An attempt was made on her life, and drugs were planted in their house. The colonel had to send the girl to more remote places. To the school of Russian martial arts in Siberia.
  There, deep underground, the native believers had lived and performed their services 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 seemed that someone was really settling scores with their family. The younger brother was also arrested; fortunately, the elder one was already serving in the army. And the fourteen-year-old boy was sent to a juvenile colony. They also attributed drugs to him.
  Although the case was initially trumped up. But fortunately, according to the new laws, he could not be given more than six years.
  The 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 settle down well. The younger, strong and well-trained brother also became one of the fighters, then rose to the rank of squad leader. After serving one third of his sentence, he was released on parole. In Russia, the laws for juvenile offenders are humane, and one can even say that he was lucky that he went on his first trip at only fourteen years old.
  In general, the fact that the colonel was traditionally an ardent admirer of Spartan education clearly benefited his family. The strong are relatively good even in prison, but the weak are in no way bad even on the throne! The boy went through the zone without any harm to himself and even received a higher legal (!) education. He was apparently not carried away by the romance of thieves, and times had changed - being a bandit was no longer fashionable. Rather, business attracted him.
  And a legal education is vital for a businessman. The situation with the mother was more complicated - she is an adult, and they hung a serious crime on her in a fabricated case. Literally, the organizer of a syndicate for the transportation and sale of dope. And it is practically impossible to review the case. So many high-ranking officials will end up looking like fools.
  But her mother managed to get her transferred to a good zone near the Caspian Sea, and there she got a job as a keeper of the common fund. The prison guard wrote several books and even starred in a movie. And why not?
  She is slender beyond her years, physically strong, a pretty woman with an expressive face and a masculine chin.
  So, in principle, she was not bad in the zone, she did not switch off from life. And she even acquired offspring. The boy trained from the cradle, and brightened up the prison days. However, as befits a boss, her mother did not work, so she had a lot of free time.
  Vladlen returned about seven years later - having passed the highest level of initiation in martial arts. Although the threat of revenge had not yet completely passed, the warrior only changed her last name to Shamanova - leaving her previous name.
  Since her father was indeed friends 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 studied a unique style of Russian wrestling. The name wrestling is of course conditional, or something like Ruskundo.
  Vladlen mastered a martial art similar to Tae Hwan Do - a highly developed technique of striking footwork, with Russian fist fighting, wrestling similar to Aikido - throwing techniques and using the opponent's inertia, from Thai boxing - elbow, knee and head strikes. Rodnovery created a syncretic martial art, the techniques of which were polished for centuries, and the masters-magi took all the best from other peoples and schools.
  Of course, Vladlen Shamanov was taught, and how to handle weapons... But it is impossible to know and master everything. A true martial artist must have a good command of all arsenals without exception. But he must perform individual techniques and his tricks brilliantly.
  Vladlen loved fighting with her feet most of all, and throwing deadly objects with her bare toes, 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 performed at various competitions, but did not strive for fame and titles.
  Although I participated in some commercial competitions and even in underground fights without rules, I needed money.
  Being still a very young girl, Vladlen was in no hurry to get married and have children. She perfected herself in martial arts and taught them to her children. Volka Rybachenko showed particular promise. By the way, he was also extremely skillful in throwing sharp objects with his feet. The karate boy (again, a nickname that has no relation to reality!) promised to grow into a great master.
  And then suddenly Volka was invited to act in a film, and his brother Oleg Rybachenko and Vladlen Shamanova herself went with him. And that's another story.
  
  
  AMATEUR TIME-TRAILER
  This is more realistic and believable. Namely, the spirit of the most ordinary and mediocre person entered Stalin's body. And since he was just an average person, a philistine. 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 talentless time traveler was simply hounded by his own entourage. But after the fall of the capital, it was too late to fix anything. The Japanese struck in the Far East, Turkey from the south. The Caucasus fell too.
  And Stalin was initially replaced by Molotov as a compromise figure. But then the ambitious Beria stuck his nose in. And Zhukov intercepted him. And the red tape began. In short, the Germans reached the Urals in the summer and further, joining up with the Japanese, suppressing all semblance of resistance.
  But in the West the war continued. The Americans were slow - Franklin Roosevelt, as expected, was holding out until the last minute. On Christmas Day 1941 the Germans attacked Gibraltar. By this time Moscow and Leningrad had been taken, and in the south the Germans had reached the Volga and Terek. They were more hampered by the extended communications and the vast Russian expanses than by the poorly organized resistance of the Soviet troops.
  Hitler personally met Franco and outlined the prospects for him: the USSR as a military force does not exist. The USA will not enter the war first anyway. So Britain is absolutely not dangerous. Especially since in November, after the capture of Moscow, Rommel received reinforcements, a couple of select divisions and an entire air force to boot. And the British fell to pieces. 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 get something from the African and English colonies, then...
  Franco, realizing that the Wehrmacht's hands were untied and that he himself could lose everything, first agreed to let German troops through, and then declared war on Britain himself. At the same time, the British position worsened with each passing day. Gibraltar was taken in three days. And soon the Germans occupied Palestine, and Syria together with the Turks, and Iraq with the Middle East.
  America was drawn into the war on July 4, 1942. Japan attacked Peru on Independence Day.
  The Germans, using the resources of Russia, Europe, and then Africa and Asia, conducted an air offensive and submarine war.
  Germany increased its production of weapons and launched an offensive in southern Africa.
  By the end of 1942, Africa was under complete Nazi control, as was India, by the way. And Indochina, Singapore and the islands up to Australia came under Japanese control. True, the winter attempt to capture the Hawaiian archipelago was unsuccessful due to the lack of organization of the samurai.
  But still, the Japanese, having more military experience, dominated the sea. In addition, the German submarine fleet was growing very quickly, reducing the strength of Britain and the USA.
  In May 1943, a German landing took place on the English metropolis. The Germans used landing gliders, underwater tanks, and even the first jet bombers AP-161 and four-engine Ju-488.
  Britain, exhausted by the submarine war, could not hold out for long, but fought extremely stubbornly.
  After a month of bloody fighting, London fell and the Battle of Britain ended.
  The next stage was America. Canada, where Churchill had fled, fought on the side of the USA, but the countries of Latin America refused to wage war against the Third Reich. And Argentina and then Brazil provided the Germans and their allies with military bases on their territory.
  The war has become protracted. The US is overseas. Their land army is strong, and their navy is being built very quickly.
  But little by little the Germans and Japanese were gaining the upper hand. They had all the resources of the Eastern Hemisphere on their side, and part of the Western. And the declared total war was bearing fruit.
  Operation Icarus was successful and Iceland fell. After that the Fritzes turned to Greenland. 1944, however, did not give anyone a decisive advantage. However, Japan and the Third Reich strengthened their positions in the Eastern Hemisphere and became stronger in Latin America. In the winter of 1945, the samurai, together with the Nazis, captured the Hawaiian Islands. And in the spring they moved to the Isthmus of Panama.
  After Roosevelt's death, the United States began to seek peace with the Third Reich and Japan. But the search for a compromise was difficult. Especially since Hitler smelled blood. The barracuda of fascism wanted too much. The war continued. The Nazis consolidated their positions 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 fall of 1945, Australia fell - the last significant stronghold of the Western world in the Eastern Hemisphere. Japan and Germany totally dominated the sea. Their submarine fleet had no equal.
  In addition, submarines on hydrogen peroxide turned out to be very strong and mobile. Their speed reached forty knots per hour.
  And in the winter of 1945-1946 it was Zealand's turn. In the spring of 1946 the USA declared war on almost all the countries of Latin America.
  And the project to create an atomic bomb did not yield any tangible results due to funding cuts. Therefore, the Americans could not throw away this trump card in a losing game!
  And in the field of tank building, the Third Reich significantly outpaced the USA. The best American serial tank "Pershing" with a weight of forty-two tons, had 102 millimeters of frontal armor and a 90-millimeter gun with an initial projectile velocity of 810 kilometers per hour. And the best and most mass-produced German tank in 1946 "Royal Lion" with a weight of 65 tons, had frontal armor of 250 millimeters. Also the sides and stern of 200 millimeters and a gun of 105 millimeters with a barrel length of 100 EL.
  Given the tank's pyramidal shape, it could not be penetrated from any angle with a Pershing.
  An attempt to launch a series of more powerful tanks failed. Only the T-93, by the way, weighing exactly 93 tons with 305 mm frontal armor and a 120 caliber gun had some chances against the German when butting. But the very low running characteristics of the machine, as well as the lack of a rotating turret, did not make it a worthy competitor.
  The development of the Super Pershing was very delayed, and this tank was still inferior to the German one.
  As for jet aircraft, the Nazis had a total advantage in quality. The Americans could only counter with quantity. But the Germans, with the resources of the Old World, could stamp out three to four hundred machines a day, not yielding in numbers to the USA. ME-362, He-262, He-323, ME-1010, TA-283 - these jet fighters are beyond competition against the American unfinished product - the "F" class!
  And the jet bombers TA-400, TA-500, Yu-387, AR-383, OD-18, GO-270 are also beyond competition. The US does not have a full-fledged jet bomber yet. Maybe the B-29. True, the B-36 is in the project, but it is still far from serial production.
  And German class A ballistic missiles have no analogues in the world.
  Disc planes also have no competitors...
  The Third Reich had completely outdone America technologically, and so Hitler was determined to finish off the US. And no compromises. In 1946, the offensive against Mexico and Cuba began. In the fall, battles were already raging in Texas and California. And the Germans and Japanese invaded Canada from Alaska.
  But now the year forty-six has passed. The Second World War is still going on. The year forty-seven became fatal for Canada, which was finally occupied by the Fritzes, who came from the north.
  America finally had a B-36 jet bomber, but it was still impossible to reach Germany and Japan. In addition, the Washington tank appeared at the end of the year with a 120-millimeter long-barreled gun, and relatively acceptable armor and driving characteristics with a weight of sixty-three tons. Although it was protected worse than the German one, it was no longer inferior in armor-piercing power.
  However, by the end of 1947, the United States had already lost more than half of its territory and was doomed.
  The Germans even managed to test the super-heavy tanks "Rat" and "Monster" during the assault on large cities. The latter had a mortar that ejected a charge weighing ten tons!
  Imagine what a terrible weapon this turned out to be!
  And on New Year's Eve New York fell, and on January 10th Washington.
  However, the Yankees held out for almost another six months. Ironically, the second war ended on May 9, 1948.
  But even after that, peace did not last long. Hitler did not like the fact that Japan, being much more backward than the Third Reich in economics, had seized so much land.
  The Nazis, albeit belatedly, had their own atomic bomb in August 1948. The delay was partly due to the Fuhrer's somewhat cool attitude to the idea of weapons of mass destruction. Hitler believed that countries should be conquered, not destroyed.
  But for some reason the cruel tyrant decided to make an exception for his ally Japan.
  Having churned out large ballistic missiles and nuclear charges, the Nazis began the Third World War on July 4, 1951.
  They launched powerful nuclear strikes on Tokyo and other Japanese cities. Then the naval and land forces struck.
  The third plague war ended in six months, overall it was a one-sided affair. And the active phase of military actions lasted for about three months.
  Thus, the Third Reich established the final world hegemony. Such injustice happened because mediocrity entered the body of the Great Stalin. And no knowledge of the future helped it! In particular, an amateur decided to develop jet aviation and gave such an order to all factories and plants. It turned out that they curtailed the propeller and did not release the jet one.
  And the time traveler's strategic decisions are absolutely stupid. It's not for nothing that the Red Army has collapsed. And without it, there's no one to resist Germany, its allies, and Japan.
  Well, Hitler himself made a decision about imperial unification. Namely, the creation of a global unitary state, 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 massive space expansion!
  
  
  A BOY SAVES TSARIST RUSSIA
  It's a frosty January outside. Here's a boy named Oleg Rybachenko walking down the street to school, and suddenly he sees that the wall in the neighboring panel house is strangely glowing. The boy feels a special call - run there, you will become a ruler. The boy runs as fast as he can.
  It's a good thing there were surprisingly few cars, and he managed to slip past, right under their noses. A clever dive and you're at the green glow of the wall.
  The boy throws it to her. His hands, like in the Harry Potter movie, easily enter this jelly, and a second later the boy himself, from the twenty-five-degree frost, finds himself on a summer lawn overgrown with green grass.
  Even by inertia the boy falls onto the grass and immediately jumps up. It's good after the frost to find yourself in the arms of a summer that hasn't died yet. Even if it has jumped over the top of its head.
  The boy looked around - there were no people around, only trees that had already begun to turn yellow, and... a railway embankment. High, paved with granite, and in front of it there was even barbed wire wound on striped posts.
  Oleg Rybachenko felt that all this was not just for fun. And he was really facing something decisive... He heard an order in his head: approach the railroad tracks. It was not too easy to do, there was a thick layer of wire on the track - Bruno's spiral.
  The heat itself suggested a way out to the boy. He began to quickly throw off his winter clothes. And throw them on the barbed wire. The boy feels a special form of mental command. "You can now become a maker of history. You are no longer just a schoolboy with an overdeveloped imagination, Oleg Rybachenko will do great things!"
  The boy knocked down the wire, leaving only jeans and a T-shirt on himself. It was also hot in his warm winter boots, and the boy got his shoes off. It was very pleasant to feel the prickly, green grass barefoot. The soil in August was perfectly warmed up and the boy liked to walk on it.
  And winter is a nasty time of year - unlike sweet summer. The boy, however, has no time to stand with his mouth open - since he is the one in charge. The boy quickly climbs over the wire. It is electrified, and sparks shoot through his clothes onto his bare heels.
  The boy screamed, the blow was painful, and jumped onto the canvas. The soles of his feet were pricked by sharp stones. But the boy quickly ran behind the embankment. He felt that all this was not without reason, but part of a great plan!
  Here they are, the hot rails, the sun has already passed noon, the air smells of linden and honey. It is so quiet that the distant hum of bees is clearly audible.
  The boy stood barefoot on the hot iron and heard a new order: "Put seven stones on each rail." The boy hesitated and said out loud:
  - But then the train might derail?
  The voice hit the eardrums:
  - That's exactly what's needed! Russia's enemies will be coming here!
  The boy did not argue any more. And the voice of God clarified: choose only steel-colored stones.
  The hands were already moving by themselves. Oleg Rybachenko felt delight in himself - he was the arbiter, a simple schoolboy would go down in history!
  The stones are light on both railway lines: exactly fourteen pieces - seven on each. And they are practically indistinguishable!
  The deed is done! The boy crossed himself once more, recited "Our Father" and, flashing his bare heels, turned back. He ran away, thundering over the stones and his soles aching. He jumped over the embankment almost on the move...
  I didn't want to climb through the current again, but there was no way out. The boy, using his running start, flew from the embankment onto the last barrier almost instantly. He was slightly shocked, but it was no longer scary. And here he is, Oleg Rybachenko, again on the warm summer ground. Ahead, right in the air, a green fog glows: the way back.
  The boy really doesn't want to go back from the warm summer to the frost and winter. But then a mysterious voice gives the last order:
  - Come on, hurry up, or the portal will close and you will remain in 1914 forever and never see your parents.
  Oleg Rybachenko quickly rips his clothes off the wire and haphazardly pulls them on. The portal begins to fade and the boy, still barefoot, rushes to the exit. He bumps into something springy and with effort jumps out. The trampled city snow burns his bare feet. He has to put on his shoes and pull on his winter jacket right on the street - catching the puzzled glances of passers-by.
  Someone even shouted: "crazy". But the boy doesn't pay attention - he did his job and fulfilled a great mission...
  On August 22, 1914, the train carrying Hindenburg, Erich Ludendorff and Max Hoffmann crashed. All three military leaders who played a decisive role in the battles on the Eastern Front - from the operations in East Prussia and so on - were killed.
  As a result, the disorganized German troops suffered a crushing defeat. Defenseless Königsberg 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 fighting spirit of soldiers and officers. It is no secret that after the defeat by Japan, the authority of the Russian army fell sharply. No one considered some, there, narrow-eyed Asians as a serious opponent. And then the Russians lost four major battles, and in all battles they had a numerical advantage.
  And at sea they were also completely defeated, except for some isolated, private successes. The cruisers of Vladivostok especially distinguished themselves.
  So where to fight with the Germans, who were considered the best land soldiers in the world?
  And then it turned out that it was possible to defeat the Fritzes, and drive them out and take tens of thousands prisoner!
  The enthusiasm of the Russian military and population increased manifold. On the Austrian front, the offensive was rapid. Austria-Hungary was not ready for war. And the fighting spirit of the Slavic units in particular was extremely low. Many of them surrendered right under the beat of 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 overthrew the Austrian troops and immediately occupied Lvov, the Przemysl fortress and, building on its success, entered Hungary. The German front was cracking at the seams. The superior Russian forces routed the Prussians in Poznan and rushed to the Oder. The Germans transferred six corps to Austria.
  But this was not enough. Moreover, there were not enough forces 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 Italy's entry into the war against Austria. These countries have had hostile relations for many centuries. And the Triple Alliance was largely an artificial formation. Although if the war had turned out more favorably for Germany and Austria, Italy would have joined the stronger one. But now Russian troops were approaching Budapest, and the affairs of the Central Powers were in disrepair! Romania also hastened to enter the war.
  It is clear - the Romanian king is a relative of Nicholas II, and he wants to expand his lands at the expense of the crumbling Austrian Empire.
  And Bulgaria, unlike real history, entered the war on the side of Russia.
  Only the Ottoman Empire proved loyal to the Germans. And that was only because the Minister of Defense ordered military action, presenting the Prime Minister and the Sultan with a fait accompli. The Turkish army was not very strong, but it created problems with supplying Russia to the Entente. But on the other hand, this was a great chance for Russia to significantly expand its territories in the southern direction. Japan, of course, declared war on Germany and Austria. In order to seize the German colonies in the Pacific Ocean.
  This gave Russia a free hand in the Far East. And in the West, the Germans were put under pressure.
  Only on the Oder River was Germany able to halt the advance of the Russian army. To do this, it was necessary to stop all offensive actions in the West. Almost half of Austria-Hungary was liberated by Russian troops.
  Thus, the Austrian Empire effectively left the game and became a burden for Germany. The Bulgarians began an offensive on Istanbul.
  In winter, there was a lull in military actions in Europe. But the Russian army began 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 began storming Istanbul together with the Bulgarians and Serbs. Turkey was out of the game. Syria, Palestine, and southern Iraq went to Britain and France - Russia got everything else. Saudi Arabia was still formally an independent territory, but it was supposed to be divided after Germany's capitulation. And it was just around the corner. On April 25, 1915, the United States entered the war with the Germans. Of course, 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: the Luna-2 all-terrain vehicle with machine guns. The new tanks, although light, could reach speeds of 40 kilometers per hour on the highway and had excellent driving characteristics.
  Russian troops began an offensive in Hungary and along the entire southern front in early May, as soon as the roads dried up. The Austrian army fell apart, and there were insufficient German troops to hold the front.
  On June 22, Russian troops entered Vienna. And on June 24, English, French, Belgian, and the first American battalions entered Brussels. Holland entered the war against Germany, and a little later Sweden, with Denmark. The Germans were holding the Oder barrier with difficulty, but the Russian, tsarist army launched an offensive on Munich. The largest city in southern Germany fell on August 7, 1915. And on August 11, Germany capitulated in an absolutely hopeless situation for itself.
  After which the division of territory began. Austria-Hungary and the Ottoman Empire disappeared from the world political map. Bulgaria was formed, that part of Turkish territory that the Ottomans had conquered from it in 1913. Serbia expanded significantly and was transformed into Yugoslavia. Romania received Transylvania. Russia included in its territory: Bukovina, Galicia, Czechoslovakia, the Krakow region and half of Hungary, right up to Budapest, where the border was drawn. Germany received a major reduction in its territory. In the west, it had to return Elzar and Lorraine to France, and the previously conquered lands of Denmark. The east is the most difficult.
  Russia insisted on the Oder border, and the Rhine for France. But the US and Britain did not want to strengthen Russia and France too much and weaken Germany. As a result, a compromise was adopted. Russia receives all the lands in the East, where the Poles have a majority.
  East Prussia lost Klaipeda, Danzig, and was cut off from Germany, but at least in a truncated form, it was preserved. Königsberg 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 in many ways depended on the ethnic composition of the population. However, the Germans almost entirely retained Pomerania. But from Berlin to the Russian border there were no more than a hundred kilometers left.
  So, the Germans were in the crosshairs. The German army was limited to a hundred thousand soldiers and officers. The Germans were imposed huge reparations. 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 PRESIDENT OF THE USA
  Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, trying to appear taller, straightened up with all his might. His dry, small, but very mobile hands nervously fidgeted on the shiny, black table made of the rarest sandalwood. Sitting opposite him, a man of enormous height in a white suit with a heavy, gold chain on his bull neck, growled:
  - Well, Mr. Ulyanov. I agree to your terms - five thousand bucks a month, plus a percentage from each enterprise put under the hammer! - Here the thug's voice became firmer and he even shook the weighty chain sharply. - Only so that Comrade Lenin is without falsehood and dust!
  Rubbing his sweaty hands contentedly, Vladimir Ilyich said:
  - Of course, Mr. Rockefeller, but in our business there is no way to avoid falsehood! Everything must be amicable and very sincere!
  And both scoundrels burst out laughing...
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  There was no October Revolution in Russia. There was a temporary lull on the fronts of the First World War. The Germans and Austrians tried to achieve success in the West.
  The Russian army was active only on the Turkish front, where it managed to finally unite with the British and inflict a number of defeats on the enemy, occupying most of Asia Minor.
  But then the Constituent Assembly met, in which the Bolsheviks found themselves in a desperate minority, and the Socialist Revolutionaries dominated.
  One of the first decisions was to give land to the peasants and continue the war until a victorious end!
  In July 1918, the German offensive on Paris failed and the victorious Russian army struck: first at the Austrians, then at the Germans.
  Germany resisted desperately, but in December, when Russian troops in the east occupied Warsaw and Krakow, the allies in the west captured Brussels - it capitulated. True, two weeks later - the absence of revolution told.
  William, 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 post of president to Kornilov.
  He, Kornilov, became the supreme commander-in-chief.
  This was followed by nationwide elections for the President of Russia and a referendum on a new constitution.
  The people, who are quite accustomed to an authoritarian form of government, supported Kornilov"s option.
  Russia expanded its possessions at the expense of Germany, the collapse of Austria-Hungary, and Turkey, which disappeared from the world map.
  The latter was finally divided between the great powers. Russia got Asia Minor, the straits and Constantinople. The French took Syria, the English Palestine and Iraq.
  In 1926, war broke out between Russia and Japan again. 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 had no intention of returning what they had captured to China.
  Moreover, the young Hirohito, who dreams of new victories, had just come to power.
  However, the Russians were already different. Hardened on the fronts of the First World War, with experienced commanders, new tanks and planes, they began to successfully attack the Japanese.
  Four and a half months later, the Russian army took Port Arthur and drove the Japanese from the continent!
  For some time Japan still held out at sea - until the ships of the Baltic and Black Sea squadrons arrived.
  After which the Land of the Rising Sun capitulated.
  Russia was developing very quickly, but in 1929 the Great Depression began throughout the world.
  The revolts also engulfed the Russian Empire. Especially since Kornilov was actively carrying out Russification.
  However, he managed to stay on the throne, and in the USA... the American Bolsheviks, led by Lenin, came to power!
  Having recovered 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 in his vast White House office. The situation is heating up all over the world. Following Spain, the Communists have achieved success in France.
  Russia, ruled by Generalissimo and President Kornilov, has already made it clear that it will not allow Bolshevism to expand into Europe. Five hundred divisions in a ten million strong Russian army is no joke!
  Vladimir Ilyich understands this. And he proposes a tactical alliance of Britain against Russia.
  The English had always been 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 Defense Minister Churchill and at the same time provide the British with proof of the unshakable power of the United States.
  And first, the bald dictator listened to a report about a new weapon - the "atomic bomb".
  Oppenheimer kept his report in very restrained tones. Yes, there have already been successes and even a nuclear reactor has been launched, but the appearance of an atomic bomb is still a long way off. The main problem is obtaining enriched uranium and plutonium. In addition, this news is not entirely pleasant - one such bomb will cost as much as several battleships. So, there is even another question - is it worth spending money on one big bomb - if you can make a hundred thousand small ones?
  Lenin, a short, 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 the office, remarked:
  - You, comrade, do not understand dialectics! Yes, the bomb will still be expensive for now, but then its cost with the transition to serial production will decrease by an order of magnitude!
  Oppenheimer remarked timidly:
  - And the Russians will not sit idly by!
  A logical and harsh conclusion followed from Vladimir Ilyich:
  - So we must get ahead of them at any cost!
  Then Oppenheimer's black assistant began to sing:
  - After all, we need victory! One for all, we will not stop at any price! One for all, we will not stop at any price!
  Oppenheimer bowed to US President Lenin and growled:
  - You are a genius! Of course, we will not stop at the price, and we will get ahead of the Russians, but we need money!
  Lenin confidently said, tapping the heels of his crocodile-skin shoes:
  - There will be money!
  - And slaves!
  Vladimir Ilyich uttered a historic phrase:
  - I don't limit you in funds! I limit you in time!
  The cogs of the command and administrative machine of the US empire 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 is necessary to undermine it from within.
  Vladimir Ilyich wrinkled his high forehead, with long, uneven wrinkles, and energetically picked up the phone and began dialing Dulles.
  When the chief spy approached the device, Lenin shouted deafeningly at the top of his lungs:
  - We need a man who is equal to me, 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 jumped up like a little devil and roared:
  - So who is he? Who is this man-made genius?
  Dulles, stretching out the syllables in a singsong voice, said:
  - Joseph Vissarionovich Stalin! You probably know him, Vladimir Ilyich!
  Lenin winked at himself in the mirror with its gilded and diamond frame and roared:
  - This cook only prepares spicy dishes!
  Dulles grinned confidently and confirmed:
  - But this is exactly the one we need!
  Lenin winked again and growled:
  - Give Stalin everything he asks for. And promise him the place of that insignificant Generalissimo Kornilov!
  Dulles roared deafeningly:
  - It will be fulfilled, Vladimir Ilyich!
  
  NEVER GIVE UP KNIGHT
  Many argue about whether the Russians would have won the Second World War on their own, without the help of the West? So the Gods decided to test this in practice. And in one parallel universe, they placed a barrier between the allied forces, the colonies, and the Third Reich together with the USSR. And this happened for the sake of purity of the experiment back in June 1941.
  So that the allies could not help the USSR or the Third Reich. And for the complete purity of the experiment, Japan was hidden behind a barrier. Like, let everything be absolutely clean, like in a laboratory.
  In the very first days, nothing much different from real history happened. The Fritzes advanced as in real history at about 30-40 kilometers per day, but gradually slowing down. Of course, the absence of bombing by the British and the enemy at Rommel's corps gave the opportunity to unleash some forces - especially aviation. But the Germans did not do this yet, since things were going quite well at the fronts. However, at the end of July, the Battle of Smolensk slowed down the advance of the Fritzes. Hitler decided to recall Rommel and his division from Libya, deciding that the occupation forces of Italy were quite sufficient. The fascist leadership, in order not to waste time, began to transfer armed forces and especially aviation from France and the Balkans. Hitler still counted on being able to break through the Soviet troops in the center and make it before winter.
  Instead of turning south, the Fritzes resumed their offensive in the center, trying to envelop the Soviet troops attacking Smolensk from the flanks. And Rommel's corps had already gone on the offensive on August 13, crossing the Dnieper and trying to get to the rear of the Soviet group defending Kyiv.
  Stalin was at a loss. Suddenly, he had practically all of Europe and the French possessions in Africa against him, and not a single ally.
  Except that there is no danger to be expected from Japan now. And the Supreme Commander-in-Chief gives the order: to withdraw all divisions from the Far East.
  The German troops, who had broken through almost to Moscow itself, were stopped by the Siberian corps. But in the south, thanks to the change of command and Rommel's actions, the Fritzes were able to cut off the Soviet southern group.
  The course of military operations in Ukraine was also negatively affected by the fact that Stalin cowardly pulled all his reserves into Moscow, thereby exposing his own rear.
  More precisely, not for himself, but for the southern group. It turned out to be a nasty 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 fascists strengthened at the expense of Europe, faster than Stalin at the expense of the Far East. And the Germans had to cover a shorter distance, and the roads in Europe are better. And try to quickly transfer everything one by one to 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 was also blockaded, but not taken. And the Germans entered Crimea. And the Fritzes managed to capture Voronezh in the south, moving along the Don to Stalingrad.
  Moscow was nevertheless defended and even counterattacked in the winter. But on the southern flank, Rommel managed to break through to Stalingrad. The landing of troops in Kerch also failed. The Soviet troops were only able to push the enemy back from Stalingrad with great difficulty. And that was only because the climate was not on the Wehrmacht's side and they were afraid to fight in the frost and snowdrifts.
  Yes, Rommel had to retreat 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 lot of pressure on their allies, the Germans increased the number of their troops, including the Hiwi, and the number of satellites. Italy and France especially increased their numbers. Black divisions also appeared on the Eastern Front. Fortunately, the English and American fronts did not interfere with the transfer of troops and resources from Africa.
  And de Gaulle, when he lost the support of his allies, was betrayed by his own comrades.
  Thus, against the USSR, more significant forces were gathered than in reality. The Fritzes in the planes especially contributed, maintaining their advantage in the air. And the ground forces exceeded seven million against 5.6 million Soviet soldiers.
  And the fascists began their offensive in the south. Rommel managed to capture Stalingrad on June 27. The Fritzes were able to attack the city with hundreds of tanks at once. The enemy's air superiority also had an effect, making it difficult to transport Soviet reinforcements across the wide Volga River.
  Alas, the heroic Stalingrad did not happen in the AI. And Rommel moved along the route planned 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 salient did not form. So the Fritzes had a more even front at the time of the Soviet counteroffensive, and they retreated more evenly. But Rzhev, unfortunately, remained with the fascists.
  It was impossible to break through the Fritzes, and it was very difficult to hold the Caucasus after the fall of Stalingrad. Because the supply artery on the Volga was cut off. And when the Germans reached the Caspian Sea at the end of July, 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 between extremely difficult and hopeless.
  August and September passed in fierce battles, until the enemy reached Baku along the Caspian coast. And there they resisted with Rommel until the end of October. The situation was aggravated by Turkey's entry into the war.
  The gods-experimenters took care of Japan, but not the Ottomans. But the Nazis still did not dare to attack Moscow in the winter, and stopped for the winter.
  The Red Army made several attempts to attack. 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 in greater numbers. But the tanks were mostly light, and the quality of the armor was extremely poor. Airplanes were also produced in large numbers, but due to the shortage of duralumin, they were heavier and less maneuverable than the standard ones. The Yak-9 also turned out to be almost entirely made of wood. And this, of course, was a minus.
  Hitler was counting on his new famous tanks - the Panthers and Tigers.
  They were produced in ever-increasing quantities. A third representative of the menagerie appeared: "Lion". In real history, such a machine was developed in 1942, but due to a lack of resources and great weight, the heaviest monster was rejected.
  But here the "Lion" weighing 90 tons went into production. Its advantages - powerful armor and a 105-mm gun - partly compensated for the worse running characteristics. The serial 76-mm Soviet guns could not penetrate the "Lion" from all angles.
  So it was a pretty good breakthrough tank if the defensive line was very strong and had deep echelons.
  And the Soviet command has fortified itself thoroughly near the Soviet capital. And try to break through here.
  The fourth representative of the menagerie: "Maus", was somewhat delayed in being launched into production.
  The number of the Red Army was increased to six million, although many of the soldiers were new recruits.
  They were confronted by more than nine million, but the numerical superiority was partly compensated by the overly motley nature of the enemy army.
  In aviation, the enemy is stronger in both quantity and quality. The newest ME-309 and Ju-288 have appeared. In response, Soviet machines of inferior quality are fighting, due to a shortage of skilled labor and scarce materials. The tanks are still old T-34, and most of the light, as well as KV.
  In the summer, the Wehrmacht launched an offensive: an assault on Moscow and an attack up the Volga to Saratov. After fierce battles, Moscow was surrounded by the end of autumn. Saratov, Kuibyshev, Penza, and Ulyanovsk were also captured. Stalin fled to Sverdlovsk. The situation became critical.
  The capital was ordered not to surrender under any circumstances. The Germans attempted assaults, but retreated or got bogged down in street battles. In the winter, the Wehrmacht's offensive was halted. True, the Germans enclosed not only the Soviet capital, but Leningrad in a double ring.
  In May, the fascists began their offensive again, but this time in the direction of Gorky and Kazan. Despite all the difficulties, Soviet tank building was able to launch the T-34-85 and IS-2 into production, albeit in small quantities.
  Gorky fell only in July, but Kazan held out until the end of August.
  Leningrad was in the grip of a terrible famine, and the Fritzes did not even try to storm it. And Moscow was gradually taken under control. And then on September 30, after an extremely bloody assault, the Kremlin fell.
  They seriously damaged a first-class fortress. And this was a new blow for the Soviet people. The Germans moved to the Urals, but got stuck in snowdrifts there. It is hard to fight the USSR. Stalin was a supporter of standing to the end. But it cost the country itself and the Germans in particular very dearly.
  In the south, the fascists were advancing through Central Asia.
  In 1945, the USSR acquired the SU-100 and IS-3, but only in small series. Alas, by the end of June, the Nazis had conquered Central Asia. And in July, Sverdlovsk fell. In August, the Germans captured Kurgan and Tyumen. And on September 3, Tobolsk. At the end of September, Khanty-Maisiysk. And in mid-October, Omsk.
  Novosibirsk, however, has not yet surrendered to the fascists. The very severe frosts forced the Fritzes to stick to the cities.
  So, until May 1946, the Nazis did not conduct active military operations.
  After that they went to Novosibirsk. Disc-shaped helicopters and the newest tanks of the "E" series took part in the battles. However, this did not help the Fuhrer much. The Fritzes took Novosibirsk at the end of June. They forced the Ob River. Then in July the monsters captured Kemerovo and Tomsk, and the Altai region. After fierce battles, Abakan fell in August, and Irkutsk was stormed in September.
  The Germans, belching blood profusely, took it too. But again they were exhausted. They were stretched out in communications. So they stopped at the approaches to Chita. But in principle, why should they hurry? They can wait for summer and test new equipment.
  Whether it was disc aircraft or jet aircraft. In 1947, Soviet designers launched the IS-4, IS-7 and T-54 tanks into production. True, in purely symbolic quantities. There were not enough people or resources. The Nazis resumed their advance. They captured Aginskoye at the end of June, Blagoveshchensk. Khabarovsk fell in July, and Vladivostok in August. Thus, the fascists captured almost all the major Soviet cities. Maybe except for Petropavlovsk. The monsters grabbed Magadan in September. But Stalin still did not capitulate.
  In the end, the fascists still lost!
  
  
  WARS OF THE COSMIC ALIGNMENT
  After several relatively prosperous years, Russia faced severe trials. 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 its southern borders. And although the Islamist rebellion was suppressed, the war on terrorism absorbed many resources. The situation was aggravated by a tough confrontation with the West.
  While everything was based on nuclear deterrence, there were no large-scale wars. But the American scientist Wellington came up with the idea of launching a special type of rocket to Mercury using an artificially synthesized radioactive element.
  But there was a navigation error. The rocket deviated from its course and fell into the Sun... An eruption of extremely rarefied plasma occurred, not dangerous to living organisms, but disrupting the atomic structure and slightly changing the bonds between neutrons in the atomic nucleus. Just enough to make uncontrolled nuclear and thermonuclear reactions impossible.
  And as a result of this: nuclear weapons turned into a pile of useless junk.
  The most powerful country in the world, militarily and economically: the Celestial Empire, which, due to overpopulation, has developed an acute shortage of fresh water and energy resources, has issued an ultimatum to lease Siberia.
  Russia responded with a decisive refusal...
  A great 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 has reigned everywhere. The most brutal battles raged from pole to pole.
  The situation on the fronts became critical: the Asian Union was already approaching the Ural Mountains.
  A blinding bolide fell near Yekaterinburg, and a deadly dangerous zone arose in which no one could survive even a minute.
  Motherland, sacred Russia -
  My heart is open to you, know...
  The blood of the battlefield was irrigated-
  May the land of the Fatherland blossom in love!
    
  The pulse of the Earth beats with a loud groan,
  It's hard when war roars...
  But the Sun will rise over Glorious Russia-
  You are our only immortal mother!
    
  The rye in the endless fields turns golden,
  The snow sparkles with bright silver.
  And proud faces look down from the icons -
  Knight, be an eagle in battle!
    
  We will win the battle against the enemy,
  Let's defend the winged dream.
  There is no braver soldier than the Russian one,
  I will convey my prayer to God!
  . Main content.
  When the heart is filled with mercy - for some reason the wallet becomes empty!
  The peaks of the Ural Mountains resemble fangs sticking out of a mouth, eaten away by caries. Russian tailless fighters rush at low altitude. Like swift falcons, Russian knights attack the clumsy, but powerfully armored winged battleships of the Celestial Empire.
  Air Force pilot Andrei Ognev performs a complex turn. A heavy five-barreled Chinese cannon spits out flame and metal. A tornado of fire passes literally a few millimeters from the translucent armor of the Russian fighter. The tailless one snaps back. A crumbled pulsar slides off its sharp nose. The rotating turret of the giant Chinese helicopter warps from the impact... Muffled screams are heard.
  Andrey's dark face with a high forehead breaks into a toothy smile.
  His partner, the dazzlingly beautiful blonde Vassa Koltsova, does a barrel roll, causing an unguided missile to fly past the steel piranha and sends the "gift" into one of the twelve huge propellers of the battleship's helicopter.
  The huge propeller with a triple row of blades falls apart. Vassa, it is not for nothing that her name is translated as queen, knew how to hit. She always fought in only a short skirt and a khaki T-shirt, but with her bare heels she felt herself and the fighter as a single whole.
  Many female pilots imitated her, trying to achieve phenomenal sensitivity. The battleship-helicopter is one hundred and twenty fire points that are lowered to the surface - a fire roller. A machine that runs on coal dust, but at the same time carries thousands of tons of metal, using dynamic protection.
  Japanese, Chinese and Indian designers created a vehicle that was invulnerable to Russian air defense systems, but were unexpectedly subjected to an air attack.
  General Mac Lee, narrow-eyed and distorted with wild rage, roared, pointing with his black-gloved hand:
  - Destroy them! Melt these monsters!
  The busty but thin-waisted Indian colonel said:
  - This couple is the black prince and queen. No one has ever shot them down!
  Mac grinned incredulously and grumbled:
  - It can't be. Increase the density of the fire.
  And again the battleship-helicopter shuddered. The rotating turret jammed and the titanium hull burst into flames. Yellow and cinnamon soldiers engulfed in flames rushed by with a howl. The detonation worked, and a missile filled with napalm burst into flames inside the hull of the giant helicopter.
  Vassa, having reproduced the "gorka" technique and having passed by the fiery trails, said:
  - All ages are subject to war, but one cannot saddle one's last day, being defeated without time!
  Andrey is cold-blooded. His father was the youngest general in the Angolan army and came to study in Moscow. There he married Lidiya Ogneva, a famous athlete and PhD candidate. Then his father died, and his black and curly-haired son was raised by his fair-haired mother. At school, they tried to tease Andrey, but the boy was already engaged in martial arts in kindergarten. His mother herself was an excellent fighter, and his stepfather was a champion in mixed styles.
  Andrey was an excellent student, had a phenomenal memory and soon became the leader of the boys, their leader. Of course, he chose a flight school and went to fight for the Motherland Russia. He earned fame and respect. And no one dared to reproach the hero of Russia for his black skin, especially since the Negro features were mixed with Slavic ones and this made the athletically built pilot quite handsome.
  There were as many legends about his love affairs as about his military exploits. Although Andrei himself was much more modest than was attributed to him.
  Now he was looking for a way to destroy the invulnerable battleship. Active, multi-layered armor covered the main components of the most powerful machine of the Celestial Empire.
  Savva launched fire strikes at the propellers, trying to immobilize the structure...
  Meanwhile, the battle was raging on the ground. Turretless tanks of the Eastern bloc were attacking. Some were huge, others, on the contrary, were no more than a meter high.
  Against them, Western coalition fighters used mobile mines and guided missiles from recoilless rifles.
  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 morality. Debates about democracy died down. Especially since anti-Western sentiments in Russia, after aggression came from the East, disappeared. Indeed, where would pacifist and tolerant Europe go to the East? Their people have largely forgotten how to fight. And when nuclear weapons disappeared, powerful and overpopulated Asia moved its countless hordes to the north and west.
  Among those attacking Russian positions, there are many Arabs. Some fanatics go on the attack without disguise, in white robes. They 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 propeller, turned a little pale and whispered:
  - There are still too many of them... God help Russia.
  The girl saw for herself what was happening in the cities captured by the Asian coalition. Mass pogroms, murders, slaughter. Men were hanged on wire, and women and children were driven to special camps. And then they were sold or assigned to certain jobs. And torture of prisoners of war is already a common, even obligatory phenomenon.
  General Mac Lee does not spare even his own. In a helpless frenzy that they cannot cope with the tiny Chizh-3 fighters, he grabs a sword from the wall and chops off the hand of the Arab operating the anti-aircraft gun. He screams and presses the bloody stump to his chest.
  And the formidable commander, with his hand, which has just been cut off and has long nails, threatens the annoying Russian aces, shouting:
  - Destroy! Burn! Burn!
  Savva, in a rage, launches another missile... Her ammunition is running out. 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 giant turns back. They need to return to base quickly for repairs and replenishment of ammunition.
  Below, Russian guns are firing accurately at the enemy's angular, iron-like tanks. Several vehicles have stopped, sending wisps of smoke into the sky. The ammunition in one "bandura" has started to explode. It flew off, turning over like a gymnast, until it hits a gravel embankment.
  A long-range Russian cannon sends a shell in the direction of the flagpole. The girl gunner with a blond braid crosses herself with two fingers and whispers in German:
  - May luck work out for us!
  The flag of the Asian coalition is bright yellow with a red circle in the middle. It is closer to Japan, but this is the symbol chosen by the coalition. A small projectile from a precision gun breaks a thick rod and a huge sheet, capable of covering half a stadium, falls down. A dozen Asian tanks are suddenly covered with a velvet blanket.
  From the Western coalition and Russian positions, a unanimous cry is heard:
  - Hooray!
  It is truly symbolic. And even though the enemy is ten times superior in numbers, the strength of the Russian spirit is unshakable.
  Both Russian fighters are momentarily wing to wing. A single entity - almost triangular falcons - defenders of Russia. Savva already imagined Andrey putting his black strong hand on her shoulder. This is a really strong man, on whom one can rely.
  But at that very moment, it was as if a thousand photo-blitzes flared up at once. And the battle pair's eyes darkened. Then the blackness was painted with multi-colored blots, similar to those that appear when oil is spilled on water.
  Andrey tried to rub his eyes. His hand, struggling to overcome the resistance, seemed to be raking water.
  As if from afar, Savva"s voice can be heard faintly:
  - Are we dead?
  The black captain answers loudly:
  - No! We are alive.
  Suddenly, this thick, sticky feeling disappears, and they seem to be in a state of free fall. For a few moments, it even became light, as if in zero gravity.
  Savva even whispered a little upset, in a singsong voice:
  It seems that the world is hopelessly lost,
  And the knight's path to the stars is blocked...
  In these curves of endless orbits,
  It is not destined - faith is to drown!
  And then she gasped, landing with her bare feet on sharp mountain stones. The darkness, mixed with light spots and waves, dissipated.
  The May midday light hurt her eyes a little. Savva found herself on all fours and immediately jumped up.
  Andrey professionally bent his legs in the jump and landed skillfully. His face with a masculine chin and a high, wide forehead retained a calm expression. He even smiled at his partner:
  - You see! There is another world and as I have long suspected, it is not heaven!
  Savva staggered and took a few uncertain steps. When she landed, she hurt her bare soles and scraped her knee. But the girl, with her usual effort of will, drove the martyred expression from her face and pointed her finger in front of her, exclaiming:
  -Wow!
  Andrey looked where Savva pointed. In front of them was a half-ruined hill. And on its cracked top rested a sphere. More precisely, a spherical, half-lead, half-platinum-colored device, with a sharp beak on top and a dozen thin tentacles evenly distributed along the edges of this futuristic object.
  The girl whispered in confusion;
  - This is Newton's Biome! How did he manage to do this?
  Andrey looked closely, pulled his head into his shoulders, and sniffed. The air smelled of ozone and burnt tires. Looking around warily, the captain said barely audibly:
  - We might run into an ambush here!
  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 the very anomaly zone where the spaceship fell. It's only a hundred miles north of where we fought!
  The captain shrugged his shoulders again and, maintaining the appearance of calm in his voice, said:
  - No one could survive in the anomalous zone for more than a minute. Even robots broke down, 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 from the fall, quickly flashed along the uneven, rocky ridge.
  Andrey was amazed. Didn't it hurt her to walk barefoot on sharp stones? In general, Koltsova's behavior seemed strange to many when she ignored the usual flight uniform, fought in almost uncovered clothing. And if somewhere in Mesopotamia or Africa, maybe in just a camouflage T-shirt it is comfortable, but in the Urals in the spring it is still cool.
  The girl came from the southern border. Russian and European troops fought in Syria, in Iraq, trying to contain the breakthrough of the Asian coalition. Moreover, part of the Islamic forces were on the side of Russia, and part of Asia.
  There was not even a clear front line in the south. In Africa in general, even in one 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 really became like in the song in the cartoon about Aibolit.
  But, probably, running barefoot in the desert is even harder than on mountain slopes. And Savva, this savage with a master's degree, a candidate of biological sciences, knew neither pain nor fear.
  Andrey rushed after her, trying to catch up with the devil. The spacecraft turned out to be much further away than it seemed at first glance.
  The girl usually braided her hair, but now her hairstyle was falling apart, and the golden train fluttered like a torch flame in the wind.
  Never before had the black captain found his girlfriend so beautiful.
  Although Andrey is a strong athlete, he managed to close the distance only with great difficulty, but he still did not catch up with her, although he tripped and almost broke his nose. (By the way, it was not African at all, but with a slight hump and slightly upturned, although it was as black as the rest of his body.) And Savva's bare, chocolate-colored legs flashed, almost right next to the head of the black gentleman and... the girl passed through the wall, as if it were just a hologram.
  Annoyed that she had overtaken him, Andrey jumped after her. Carelessly, but quite knightly.
  The lead surface was doused with warm sea water, and then a flight along the floor, burying his face in Savva's bare feet. Mechanically Andrey kissed her ankles, but the girl angrily kicked him, exclaiming:
  - Look at all the interesting things here!
  Although Ognev wanted to say that there is nothing more interesting than having such a beauty next to you, but having received a kick to the nose, he quickly jumped up. And was not disappointed.
  Stuffed animals and insects hung on the walls. And some that never existed and could never exist on earth. And carrots with a dozen crab claws, and a cactus with frog legs and cockscombs, and feather cockroaches with crocodile mouths and retractable fanged tongues. If, of course, something like this can be compared to the princeling behind the stove.
  Andrey jumped up in surprise and exclaimed loudly:
  - Greetings to you, brothers in mind!
  Silence in response... Savva quite logically and rationally noted:
  - There's no need for us to shout, we'd better take a look at the starship.
  The inside of the spaceship was much larger than it seemed from the outside. The corridors narrowed and widened. The armored doors opened when people approached them. And what wasn't there.
  All sorts of stuffed animals, statues, and holograms. And also paintings: moving, in oil, and with cybernetic mosaics. The holograms even showed real movies in color. And battle scenes, and various kinds of peaceful, quite idyllic pictures.
  Andrey noted with surprise:
  - Strange. It reminds me of a flying museum.
  Savva objected quite rationally:
  - Everything in our world is both a museum and a dump! Let's look for...
  - Weapons! - the black captain blurted out. 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 aborigines, apparently want to get something from us?
  The girl stretched out her hands forward and whispered pleadingly:
  - Not us! It's about the fate of all humanity. The Third World War will decide - what will win: a barbaric, cruel approach or humanism and civilization?
  The bass changed to a thin soprano, and a distrustful tone:
  - Oh, really? After all, it is human nature to make mistakes, including about one's own intentions. - Orange winds passed through the air and the voice, becoming half an octave lower, continued. - As always, the overwhelming majority of races in the universe have a tendency to present themselves, if we speak in your language, as highly humane, and the enemy as simply the spawn of hell.
  Savva, without ceasing to nervously drum her foot on the coating of an unknown metal, muttered:
  - And you see for yourself! Look at the barbaric methods they are using to wage war against us!
  The voice warmed up a little, and the air seemed softer:
  - Yes, your enemy is cruel, but you are not angels either. In the end, it is not mathematics that will decide which of you will rule on Earth!
  Here Andrey spoke up:
  - And who then?
  But instead of an answer, the floor beneath them swayed, and the girl and the black guy met the ceiling face-on. Then everything changed at once. They found themselves in the center of a large, heavily destroyed city. The guns roared deafeningly. Large shells exploded and bombs fell. Groups of Russian and European soldiers were advancing. The yellow and brown soldiers of the Asian Union, suffering losses, retreated, strewing their path with mountains of corpses. Savva took a step and stepped on a bloody stream.
  No, this certainly could not disconcert the warrior who had been through fire, water and copper pipes (the latter to a minimal degree so far!) But his soul felt unwell. But Andrey cheered up, threw a stone with his right hand into the yellow face of the narrow-eyed fighter who had raised his machine gun, and he fell. The captain exclaimed:
  - This is Beijing! Our guys are winning!
  Indeed, a blue flame of a crooked sign with a similar hieroglyph was burning. For some reason, Savva did not feel joy. Although she had seen pictures of Beijing and characteristic buildings of the Chinese capital on the Internet.
  But here it is terrible. Women are burning, children are crying. And there are many corpses. The dead literally filled all the approaches, and their number was growing. Never before had the girl seen the dead piled up in mounds.
  Andrey had already picked up the machine gun dropped by someone and opened fire to kill. He is a born warrior. On his father's side he is from the Zulu tribe, on his mother's side: his great-grandfather was twice a Hero of the USSR, his grandfather fought in Vietnam and Afghanistan, his father in Syria, Donbass and Chechnya.
  The thought flashed through Savva"s mind:
  Anyone who is a man is born a warrior,
  That's how it happened - the gorilla took the stone!
  When the enemies are legion without number,
  And in the heart a hot flame blazes!
  And the girl herself picked up the machine gun. Strong hands were habitually light on the handle. Brave marches sounded in her head: destroy, serve your Great Motherland.
  But an unexpected weak squeak made the girl freeze. To the right, children's sobs and screams were clearly audible. Savva turned, and her eagle gaze made out small, yellow figures through the smoke that was covering everything. Yellow, narrow-eyed children were crying and trying to get out of the burning house. But their way was blocked by a blockage of logs soaked in resin. And behind the children, a carnivorous flame was spreading.
  The fire-breathing dragon seemed to be eager to make a sacrifice to Gehenna...
  Savva was beyond her strength to bear such a thing. The girl rushed towards the fire. She had to save the little ones: and whether they were Russian or Chinese - it didn't matter!
  Suddenly a stream of napalm blocked the path of the barefoot warrior.
  With a wild cry:
  - Lord save me!
  She threw herself into the fire. It was as if a hundred red-hot pins had pierced her bare soles, the flames scorched her defenseless knees. Her tender, olive skin was covered in nasty, crimson blisters. How much pain Savva felt. A wild scream burst from her lungs. She wanted to turn back and jump out of the flames of hell.
  But the girl felt: there was no time to hesitate. The children could die. And it didn't matter whose they were. Dostoevsky said: all the treasures of the world are not worth one tear shed by a child. The pain from bare heels to the back of the head, like herds of horses, pounding the nerve endings with steel, sharp hooves.
  Her wonderful golden hair has already caught fire, and the tongues of flame are predatorily trying to lick her face. She will never be able to become her former, beautiful self. Here is a crimson ulcer, spreading across her tender, velvety cheek.
  Savva jumps desperately, how far it seems to be to the goal. A mixture of smoke and burning air rushes into the lungs. The spotted T-shirt on you has already burned, and you are like Zhanna D'rk in a painful fire. Just a little more, just a little more. Oh, my God, her body is one solid leper's ulcer.
  The wall of fire breaks, and Savva jumps out into the cool. She is already burned, her wonderful body is like a continuous wound, and her scorched soles seem to be stepping on the sharpest daggers. There is a blockage ahead. And she needs to jump back into the roaring, merciless flame.
  And the girl feels that her strength and courage are running out. She almost loses consciousness from the pain shock. But through the haze she can see a girl who stretches out her little hands and jumps away from the fire with a squeal, and a boy with a shaved head, and a very small child who has barely learned to walk.
  Gathering the last of her strength, Savva jumps, rage and a sense of justice give her the courage to overcome the unbearable pain. The burning logs and beams fly to the sides. Just a little more effort. The burnt hands of the disfigured girl grab the red-hot grate. The pain, like a hundred-ton battering ram, falls on her head, chest, entire body down to the very last cell. The grate does not give in and then Savva grabs it with her teeth. One can go mad from such suffering, the last of the bodily beauties untouched by the flames crumble and collapse. But then, finally, the Lord rewarded the effort, the grate, red from the heat, flew off the cement base.
  The maimed girl, with her teeth broken and cracked from the heat, faints. On the last thread of consciousness, the mutilated skin feels like a freed child jumping over the charred legs of the fallen heroine.
  Savva came to... She stood with Andrey on the highest snowy peak. A thunderous voice, like a choir of a thousand archangels, announced:
  - You have passed the test! There will be peace on the planet! Russia will become the mother of all the people of the Earth!
  The black youth and the blonde, who had become even slimmer and more beautiful, saw blooming gardens, craters growing over before their eyes, and soldiers throwing down their weapons and embracing. The era of hatred and wars was over forever.
  And over the whole planet it sounded;
  Russia and China are forever united,
  Islam, Christianity: without malice, friends!
  Let us glorify the Name of the Most High Lord-
  All nations of the world are one family!
  
  PETER THE THIRD - THE GREAT TSAR
  Peter III managed to persuade the famous reformist general to join his team and accept the rank of field marshal. Nikolai Papin became the Minister of Defense and carried out a number of reforms. This strong and authoritative man helped Peter III uncover and suppress the Orlov brothers' conspiracy. All five conspirators were hanged. Catherine received a divorce for adultery and was exiled to a monastery.
  Peter the Third consolidated his power and crowned himself. And with his coming to power, tangible changes came to Russia. Indeed, Peter the Third, like his grandfather, outlined fundamental reforms. And in addition, changes affected foreign policy.
  A supporter of the alliance with Frederick II, Peter ordered Rumyantsev to defeat the Austrians together with the Germans. After which 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 demonstrated practical acumen, and took almost all the possessions of this state, and left only a symbolic part of the crown's possessions to his "favorite" Friedrich. It must be said that Papin's influence benefited the grandson of Peter the Great.
  One of Peter III's ideas was the idea of dividing Poland between Russia and Prussia. In 1965, a war broke out with the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The brilliant Alexander Suvorov quickly came to the fore. Peter III was not stupid and managed to get the original Russian lands into his empire, and the Prussians knew the ethnic part of Poland.
  As in real history, Russia had to fight the Ottoman Empire. The military actions were even more successful for the Russians. Papin's reforms, Rumyantsev's talent, and Suvorov's rapid rise to prominence had an effect. The Tsar liked the restless Alexander Vasilyevich, Peter the Third himself was quite fussy and always on his feet. So they got along great.
  Within the country, Emperor Peter carried out a number of reforms. Estates were confiscated from negligent landowners in favor of the state treasury, a number of restrictions were introduced on corvee and the sale of peasants. But Tsar Peter did not yet dare to completely abolish serfdom.
  In addition, the church reforms caused strong resistance from the Orthodox Synod. The Tsar, 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 - the fight against relics and icons.
  Pray only to the Lord God, worship only Him!
  But this could not help but cause resistance. In some places even priests incited the people to revolt.
  However, the reform took place, and in churches and religious buildings, only images of Christ and the Virgin Mary remained.
  The people generally preferred to listen to the Tsar. In addition, Peter III became known as a caring ruler. More serious was the confiscation of all lands from monasteries and churches.
  After the victory over Turkey, the authority of the tsar grew even more. Peter 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, despite all the difficulties, moved forward sharply and with braking.
  The second war with the Turks turned out to be even shorter and the Russian troops under Suvorov's command quickly won. Moreover, the revolution in France distracted Europe's attention.
  Peter the Third took advantage of this by placing his youngest son, Constantine, from Voronina, on the throne of Constantinople as 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 the genius of Suvorov and Napoleon Bonaparte clashed for the first time.
  Having lived quite a long time for those times, 70 years, Peter the Third died. He went down in history under the name of the Great Liberator. Which is quite an honor!
  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 seasoned field marshal lived longer.
  Napoleon did not become the Emperor of France, as he did not have time to become famous as a military leader and was defeated more than once. After the collapse of the Directory, Louis XVIII gained power. A reformation took place, that is, a restoration of the monarchy.
  Paul the First did not escape the conspiracy, but it happened five years later. And his son Alexander became emperor. And here the trick began. Constantine was a teenager, and also, being the Russian Sultan of the Ottoman Empire, laid claim to 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 gave rise to friction.
  In addition, Russia faced opposition from England. The growing power of Britain was not happy with its neighbor. And even the second great war with the USA began. Perhaps the English expected that after the death of George Washington, chaos and disgrace would come to America. But the calculation did not come true.
  The American people did not want to go back to 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.
  Another eleven years of bloody war, and America had retaken Canada. Britain was weakened, but a new geopolitical monster had emerged: the United States.
  Russia waged war with Austria and conquered it, partially dividing it with Prussia.
  At the same time, expansion continued in Canada. The country became highly developed industrially. A powerful and numerous fleet was built. The Russians landed in Australia and were expanding in Africa.
  After the death of Alexander I, a power struggle arose again between the branches. Alexander's brother Constantine abdicated the throne, and the son of another Constantine, Andrew, advanced to the throne, disputing it with Nicholas.
  Nicholas was formally proclaimed tsar, but during the coronation the tsar was killed.
  In the resulting confusion, Andrei I managed to seize the throne not entirely legally. The new tsar almost immediately began a war with Iran and undertook a campaign against India. Britain was still fighting in Canada and found itself tied down. And the eastern campaign strengthened the authority of Andrei I 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. And even annexed Persia and India.
  Andrey I was succeeded by Alexander II. Under this monarch, Russia continued its expansion in Indochina and China itself. Prussia also became a powerful empire, uniting the German lands and defeating France.
  However, Britain supported the French and a war of revenge occurred. The British Empire put up stubborn resistance. The war dragged on for a couple of decades.
  Russia, meanwhile, had completely conquered Asia, and had reached Singapore. It had become the largest, most powerful power in the world, moving through Asia and Africa.
  But at the same time, the United States rose. The Americans completed the development of Canada, where they divided spheres of influence with Russia. Then they seized the states of Texas and California from Mexico.
  The United States retained a republican form of government, while Russia remained an absolute monarchy. Alexander II was succeeded by Andrei II. The Romanov dynasty continued.
  The protracted war between Britain and France against Germany resulted in the Germans holding on to previously conquered lands, including Lorraine, but were unable to advance further and were completely exhausted. However, the British and French also bled heavily.
  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 USA. Moreover, America turned out to be larger than it was in real history due to Canada.
  But this has not yet reached threatening proportions. In addition, the civil war broke out in the USA, which led to mass casualties and destruction. Moreover, unlike real history, General Lee managed to push through the Confederation Congress the right of blacks who served in the army of the southern states: to receive freedom and citizenship.
  And this greatly prolonged the war, and, of course, increased the number of victims. The cunning Russian diplomacy, which also showed interest in prolonging the conflict, also had an effect. And purely tactically, the southerners achieved great success in the first stage of the war and were able to take Washington and New York. Philadelphia became the new capital of the Northern Alliance.
  The civil war itself took place at a later period: 1881-1905, and dynamite and even machine guns were used in it.
  In Russia, Tsar Andrei II was replaced by Alexander III. The new Tsar was not at all distinguished by his love of peace. Russia clashed in Africa with France and Britain, who were trying to develop new colonies. And it got stuck in a conflict with them.
  A new war for the redivision of the world began, in which Prussia traditionally acted in alliance with Russia. This time, the Germans made the right choice. France, together with the Russians, was defeated in a few weeks. Britain sat it out overseas, but lost all its colonies in Africa, Australia, and the Pacific Ocean.
  The Germans got theirs and expanded, drawing the border near Paris, and to Port-de-Calais, and even included Normandy. And something in Africa itself.
  And Britain sank to the level of a second-rate power, and France became a tributary.
  But the next war happened with Prussia, under Vladimir III. By this time, such types of weapons as tanks, airplanes, and submarines had appeared.
  The Prussians acted in alliance with Japan. The war initially did not develop very successfully for Russia. Corruption in the tsarist army, conservatism of the generals, active assistance provided by the USA to Japan had an effect. In addition, Sweden and Norway, and Britain and France also acted against Russia.
  The war began in 1921, ironically on the fateful date of June 22. It was almost a global battle. What was left of Europe and Asia was going against Russia. Spain and Portugal also went on a similar adventure. Portugal felt deprived in Africa, and the Spanish dreamed of restoring their former greatness in the Middle Ages.
  Since at this point in the Eastern Hemisphere, there is not much space not under the control of 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, 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 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 a time.
  Incompetent generals could lose battle after battle. But a new generation was growing up. And the Tsar, in the end, stepped up the fight against corruption and organized more or less tolerable supplies. And human resources: Chinese, Indian, Arab divisions were put into action. The Germans were unable to cross the Dnieper, and already in winter the Russian troops went on the counteroffensive.
  It should be noted that Sweden and Norway are not very strong opponents, and Stockholm was captured in March 1922. 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 such a development of events, hastened to leave the war. In response, the Prussian king Wilhelm occupied Paris and its southern regions. Russian troops advanced. In September, they reached the Vistula. The battle for East Prussia began. Königsberg fell, in December... And Vienna was liberated for the New Year.
  Things were also not easy for the Japanese, whose fleet suffered great damage and lost the initiative.
  1923 began with a major offensive by 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 on near Berlin, but Russian troops began an offensive in Bavaria in April. The troops advanced slowly but surely by the end of the summer, the Russians reached the Rhine. In the autumn, the Ruhr region was recaptured from the Germans, and in December, after fierce battles, 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, and Holland and Belgium, previously captured by the Germans, were conquered.
  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.
  It's true that they did stop the autumn landing.
  The year 1925 arrived. There was no unity in the US about what to do. Should they allow Britain and Japan to be finished off? Or should they enter a difficult war themselves?
  Common sense said that, despite its developed industry, America would be trivially overwhelmed by numbers. But it was also extremely scary to be left alone with the Russian bear.
  In June, Russian troops carried out, this time a successful landing in Britain, London fell. And in August, Japan was finished.
  Thus ended yet 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. The European possessions had some external attributes of autonomy. But still, the tsarist power dominated everywhere. Be it the Kingdom of Poland or the Swedish Kingdom with Tsar Vladimir at the head.
  On March 5, 1933, Tsar Vladimir the Great died, and his son Kirill became the new Tsar. But the reign of the new monarch was short, exactly one hundred days. And fifteen-year-old Alexander IV found himself on the throne. And fifty days later, an accident happened to him. Nicholas II inherited the throne, at the age of only ten. Four emperors in one year... Well, what can happen!
  Only very rarely, of course, and not in all countries of the world!
  Although, of course, many remembered that Nicholas I also ruled for a very short time and died as a result of violence.
  But the beginning of the reign of Nicholas II was not bad. Two years later, the first artificial satellite in the history of planet Earth was launched, which flew around the planet.
  And 1937 turned out to be not as ominous as in real history. Because it was in this year that the first Russian guy flew into space. No, not Gagarin, but Prince Igor Trubetskoy. Yuri Gagarin hasn't had any luck yet. What else can you do?
  Russia is the most extensive empire and 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 naturally impatient. Besides, the USA remained the only dangerous competitor of Russia. Not to mention that the Americans could also get an atomic bomb any minute now.
  On March 1, 1940, by order of the now formally adult Tsar Nicholas II, the invasion of the United States began. The formal pretext was the Americans' support for the Republican opposition in Russia with demands for parliamentary elections.
  Perhaps the decision of the Young Nicholas II was the wisest step. After all, one cannot allow a potential enemy to acquire nuclear weapons.
  The offensive of the Russian troops using large tank columns initially developed successfully and quickly. But then the resistance of the Americans increased. For several months the advance of the Russian troops was extremely slow. But still the enemy was losing, and being inferior in the quantity of manpower and the quality of the tank fleet, it was doomed.
  But a rebellion broke out in Africa and China. Moreover, significant forces were diverted to suppress the rebellion.
  In 1941, the US army launched a counteroffensive, but also failed to achieve its 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 was already on traditional American territory. There were exchanges of blows. But the bigger Russian boxer was overpowering the American rooster.
  So in August 1942 Philadelphia fell. And in October 1942 Russian troops approached New York. Then the US government decided to use nuclear weapons.
  But they still had no chance of reaching Russian territory, so the focus was on attacks on the assault troops.
  The bomb was used at night. This decision was made because the bright flash would blind the soldiers.
  The effect was not very significant, a little more than a thousand people died, about twenty thousand were blinded, although most of them were temporary. But you can't call such a blow decisive.
  Moreover, Tsarist Russia had many more nuclear warheads, so it is not yet a fact that it is rational to open such an exchange of nuclear rations.
  But what can you do? In a bad situation, all moves are bad, and smart politicians don't get into bad situations.
  In December, New York and Washington fell, and before that, the Americans used five more of their not very powerful and successful from the point of view of design bombs. And in response, the Tsarist generals dropped twenty of their charges. Thus, the terrible bomb was used serially.
  The war continued until February 23, 1943, but no one dropped any more atomic bombs.
  America found itself completely liberated from the rule of capital and brought under the rule of an autocratic monarch.
  The king received new lands and great glory. And no one dared to contradict him now.
  In 1945, Russian cosmonauts visited the Moon. And in 1947, the Russian army entered Mexico. The Tsar 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 could be conquered.
  In 1949, Argentina became the last sovereign country to be annexed by the Russian Empire.
  And peace came to the whole world. In 1953, Russian cosmonauts stepped onto 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 tsar already turned ninety-three years old. But the successes of earthly medicine do not yet allow us to consider the tsar too decrepit and weak. He has been in power for 83 years, which is an absolute record among those rulers whose term of reign is more or less reliable. Although in history, they say, there were cases when they ruled longer.
  On Earth, things are almost fine. 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 turns out, with six times less gravity than on Earth, vegetables and fruits grown in greenhouses can reach enormous sizes.
  Towns have been built on Mars and Venus, as well as factories on Mercury. This planet, the closest to the Sun, is very convenient for the production and rolling of metals. Solar energy is used for this purpose.
  There are also human settlements on the satellites of Jupiter, Uranus, Saturn. Space is gradually being developed to an ever greater extent.
  And it was in 2016 that the first interstellar expedition to the star Sirius was launched from the Moon. The Monarch very much hopes to live to see such a joyful event as establishing contact with brothers in intelligence.
  
  
  
  UNIVERSAL NIGHTMARE
  Spanish dictator Franco, contrary to real history, gave consent to 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 Meinstein took place at night from November 25, 1940 to the 26th. As it turned out, the British were not fully prepared for such a military move and the Nazis managed to capture such a powerful fortress in one fell swoop.
  Its fall had a significant impact on the course of the war. The Wehrmacht was able to move forces over the shortest distance to Africa, and the British were blocked from entering the Mediterranean from the East.
  The German command brought several divisions into equatorial Africa. In addition, Rommel's corps was transferred to Libya, several months ahead of 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 preventive strike, he defeated the colonial troops, capturing Alexandria and Cairo. Britain's position in Africa became more complicated. The Germans had already reached the Suez Canal and were threatening to advance further into the Middle East. In addition, an opportunity arose to advance toward Sudan.
  True, things were not going too well for the Italians in Greece, but the arrival of additional forces from Germany saved the situation.
  Hitler faced a dilemma: to attack the USSR or finish off Britain? The Wehrmacht's successes in Africa pushed him to the second decision - to untie his hands in the West. Although the USSR's military preparations did inspire fear in the Fuhrer.
  The Red Army was growing stronger, but the Germans were not sitting idle either. Tank production in 1941 doubled compared to 1940, and aviation increased almost two and a half times.
  The Nazis bombed and landed troops on Malta. Then Rommel broke through the defenses on the Suez Canal and entered Iraq, which had rebelled against British rule. The Germans conquered Kuwait and the entire Middle East with comparative ease. Stalin, however, stuck to a wait-and-see tactic. And Churchill stubbornly continued the war. The Wehrmacht, having reached Iran, turned to the South of Africa.
  The year 1941 was drawing to a close. Submarine production was increasing, and Britain was losing its colonies. The US was passive. But Japan could not sit idly by and struck Peru Harbor on December 7. A new, intense war in the Pacific had begun. And Hitler had to abandon his plans to attack the USSR again.
  We need to help the Japanese, capture Iran and India, and also 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 carry out bombing strikes from the territory of Britain.
  So the Fuhrer was forced to abandon the idea of invading the East in 1942.
  There was a risk that Stalin himself would open a front, but... You have to 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 accumulating forces. The number of aircraft 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 staffing of 20 mechanized corps, with a total number of tanks of 32 thousand vehicles, of which the newest KV of various brands and T-34, 16.5 thousand. Plus, the development of T-50 tanks was still underway, although the machine turned out to be light.
  The Germans, having encountered the "Matilda" and some cruiser tanks, and also 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 gun and impenetrable armor, a 75-millimeter gun with a long barrel.
  There was also information about Soviet tank building. The KV-2 tank marched in the May Day parade on Red Square, and there was some data on the T-34.
  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. Both in the number of machines and their quality. In August 1941, production of the KV-3 tank began. The machine turned out to be quite heavy at 68 tons, but armed with a 107-millimeter cannon with an initial projectile velocity of 800 meters per second. This provided it with an advantage over the Tiger, which, by the way, had not yet been launched into production.
  The KV-5 turned out to be even more powerful, weighing 125 tons and armed with two guns. However, such a heavy vehicle created more problems than benefits for the Soviet army. And in 1942, a variant of the KV-4 weighing 107 tons was adopted for service. The USSR could rightfully be proud of its heaviest tanks in the world, and the most powerful.
  But Germany developed well in aviation. The Ju-188, when it went into production, developed a speed comparable to fighters. The DO-217 also looked decent. Jet aircraft were also actively developed. Since Britain was the main target, jet bombers were given much more attention than in real history.
  The Germans actively used slave labor. They imported a huge number of blacks from Africa. The black workers were obedient, hardy, but low-skilled. They were used for auxiliary work.
  But by controlling Europe, the Germans could recruit a sufficient number of skilled workers.
  Speer even managed to persuade Hitler not to carry out a program of extermination of Jews, but to use them in the production of aviation and technology.
  The emphasis was on an air offensive against Britain and a massive submarine war.
  However, America's entry into the conflict added headaches to the Fritzes and forced them to sharply increase the number of wolf packs.
  Germany was forced to belatedly develop the production of bombers and strategic aviation. First of all, the Ju-288 and Ju-488 - with four engines. But their development and refinement took time. The ME-109 modification "F" was generally a worthy opponent for the British machines. But the development of the ME-209 failed, as did the ME-210.
  The HE-177 dive bomber also failed. But Speer made up for it in numbers. In addition, the Focke-Wulf became the most powerful fighter in terms of armament, compensating for some of the ME-109's weaknesses. And the Germans' flight school turned out to be better than the British and especially the American one. 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: thus, the captain of the third rank, who played a decisive role in this battle, ironically ended up in Madagascar. The US wanted to keep a base in Africa and not let the fascists relax. But this significantly worsened their position in the Pacific Ocean.
  True, the Japanese did not act at their best. 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 enormous, but they still need to be digested.
  The air battle for Britain is not so clear-cut. The Germans were constantly increasing the production of aircraft, putting pressure, but there was no total dominance. The lack of strategic aviation power, and the help of the USA, and even then there were not enough submarines, had an effect. And the miracle torpedo, with which so many hopes were associated, let down.
  The Fuhrer never decided to land in Britain in 1942. The focus was on strengthening naval power and the submarine fleet. Aircraft carriers and battleships were built at the same time. There was enough production capacity, but everything took time.
  Class A ballistic missiles also required further development. However, the V-1 robotic missiles began to be mass produced. Relatively cheap machines, using simple fuel, had the undoubted advantage that they did not require pilots.
  Hitler, having access to unlimited natural resources and manpower, wanted to save the lives of German pilots. The V-1, being easy to produce and unmanned, seemed the optimal solution. And thousands of such robotic shells fell on London in the autumn of 1942.
  At the same time, the Germans accelerated the development of the Arado jet bomber and ballistic missiles.
  Stalin continued to bide his time and gather strength. In 1942, the USSR produced five and a half thousand new KV and T-34 tanks, and about a thousand old models, about five hundred new light T-50 and T-60 tanks, and two hundred amphibious tanks. The aircraft fleet also increased - about fifteen thousand new and old machines entered service. There was even a shortage of pilots. The production of "Katyushas" increased slowly.
  Nazi Germany produced more than thirty thousand aircraft, but suffered significant losses in battle. The Germans produced about six and a half thousand tanks. Most of them were T-3 and the new modification T-4 with a long-barreled 75-millimeter 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 went into production. Unlike real history, it was not necessary to develop the rifle taking into account the shortage of non-ferrous metals. And this accelerated the development of a simpler assault rifle with alloy steel.
  So the Germans began to gain an advantage in small arms. But they also needed time for the machine gun to rearm all troops.
  But in the submarine fleet, where production reached forty to fifty submarines per month, the Germans truly have no equal.
  Very high-speed submarines using hydrogen peroxide appeared. Work in the nuclear program also accelerated. 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 were built, including in Africa.
  So, by hook or by crook, the Nazis got their nuclear reactor up and running in December 1942. Even a little earlier than the Americans. After their defeats in the Pacific, they began to have serious squabbles. And funding for the nuclear program was noticeably 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 fully justify themselves. The British learned to partially repel such attacks, but the Germans took numbers.
  But the submarine war turned out to be truly disastrous for Britain. The production of weapons on the island fell sharply due to a shortage of raw materials. The metropolis was on the verge of collapse. In addition, the fascists captured Madagascar, and the Japanese, together with the Nazis, invaded Australia and relatively quickly achieved its capitulation.
  Although Stalin understood the danger of a wait-and-see tactic, he remained true to himself, not getting into a fight. Let the capitalists destroy themselves completely. And we will watch...
  But such tactics had their drawbacks. Using its enormous resources, the Third Reich was already preparing for war against the USSR. The Third Reich's production of tanks averaged 1,200 vehicles per day in 1943, plus three hundred and fifty self-propelled guns. And the self-propelled guns were not weak at all. "Ferdinands", "Bumblebees", "Jagdpanthers". Considering that the Germans suffered almost no losses in tanks, their armor replenishment was already twice as fast as that of the Red Army. And the quantitative gap in equipment in favor of the USSR began to narrow.
  In terms of quality, the Fritzes got the "Royal Tiger" similar in weight to the KV-3, and in terms of penetrating power the gun even surpassed it somewhat due to the quality of the shell and stronger frontal armor. Well, and the super-heavy Soviet KV-5 and KV-4 turned out to be very technically unreliable, especially their chassis. So the combat use of such monsters was in doubt.
  Stalin also ordered the KV-6 with seven guns and two rocket launchers to be created. The vehicle was actually made. But it turned out to be so heavy and long that you couldn't transport it on a train or turn it around in combat. The T-34-76 is a pretty good vehicle, but it's weaker in a head-on fight than the Panther or Tiger. The KV-1 and KV-2 are comparable to the Germans in weight, but they're inferior to the Panthers and Tigers in head-on combat. The German T-4 matched the T-34 in armor and surpassed it in armament, visibility, and optics, and this was with equal weight, or even less, if you compare the heavier modifications.
  In short, the Fritz was pulled up and the quality was on the high. And the appearance of the ME-309 and ME-262 gave an advantage in the quality of aviation. As well as the Ju-488, the best four-engine bomber. And after them, the jet models. Such as the Ju-287 and "Arado".
  In September 1943, the Nazis finally made 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 predetermined.
  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 US: abandonment of the nuclear program and recognition of all the conquests of Japan and the Third Reich. And also the withdrawal of troops from Iceland, which the Fritzes had already effectively surrounded with a submarine fleet. Control of the Land of the Rising Sun over Gai, where fighting had not yet ceased. In addition, Hitler demanded material compensation for the Third Reich and Japan for all the destruction and military expenses caused by the US and Britain.
  Although the peace terms were extremely harsh, Roosevelt managed with great difficulty to push through their adoption in Congress and the Senate.
  Stalin's hints that he was not against joining the Axis coalition and was at least ready to recapture Alaska played a major role in the US's compliance.
  American pragmatism won, which was higher than enthusiasm and emotions. In addition, the German nuclear program was developing faster than the American one, and this was fraught with a catastrophe in the future.
  The first phase of the Second World War was over. But the Fuhrer now wanted to finish off the USSR.
  Unexpectedly, Stalin's wait-and-see tactics and his loyalty to the cause of world peace played a sinister joke. Joseph found himself up against the Third Reich and Japan with all the resources of the Eastern Hemisphere, including Australia, and some footholds in the Western world.
  The Land of the Rising Sun, it is true, had not yet finished off China, but it could well have opened a second front. Hitler was actively forming colonial troops and foreign legions. At the same time, the production of weapons was also increasing.
  In the first half of 1944, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the Third Reich reached and exceeded one hundred vehicles per day. The Panther-2 surpassed all Soviet vehicles in its level. The more advanced German tank "Lion" appeared, and soon the "Royal Lion".
  And most importantly, jet aviation developed serially. In response, the USSR went into production with the T-34-85 tank, the IS-1 and IS-2, and the KV series was never taken out of production. The most mass-produced tank of the Third Reich in 1944 was the Panther-2, and the USSR's was the T-34-85. Heavier models were produced in significantly - approximately ten times - smaller quantities. And the Germans did not want to increase the weight too much on Soviet roads, and Stalin began to distrust the KV series, and the ISs turned out to be too crude.
  However, the German "Panther"-2 with an 88-mm gun of 71 L caliber, surpassed the T-34-85 in the armor-piercing power of the gun, in frontal armor and a little in the side, and was not inferior in running qualities with an engine of 900 horsepower and a weight of 47 tons. Even when the weight of the German tank increased to 50.2 tons and this turned out not to be fatal.
  And German jet aviation had no worthy opponent at all.
  Hitler decided that it was better not to drag it out and began the war on June 22, 1944. Throwing three hundred and fifty of his own and foreign divisions, and one hundred and twenty satellite divisions at the USSR. 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 threw twelve and a half million soldiers into battle in the first echelon alone, of which no more than forty percent were German by nationality. The satellites added another three million. In total, the first echelon had almost sixteen million infantry, about thirty-three thousand tanks, more than fifty-five thousand aircraft, and about two hundred and fifty guns and mortars.
  The USSR deployed thirteen and a half million soldiers after mobilization, but some of the forces had to be kept in the Far East and internal districts. The first echelon consisted of eight million soldiers, about thirty thousand tanks, almost forty thousand aircraft, about two hundred thousand guns and mortars.
  Thus, the Third Reich has a double superiority in infantry, and a fivefold superiority in the mobility of forces, with a better machine gun. True, the USSR has many 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 production.
  The German jet aviation has no opponent, and the Third Reich's propeller planes are faster and better armed. True, the Soviet machines are superior in horizontal maneuverability.
  In artillery and mortars the ratio of forces is closest to equality. Both in quantity and quality.
  True, the Third Reich's fleet is especially submarine, many times stronger than the Soviet one. As is Japan's, by the way.
  In addition, the Nazis already have class A ballistic missiles in serial production, and the first disc-shaped aircraft have taken off.
  In general, the fascists will be stronger, and Stalin quite reasonably prepared the defense, albeit belatedly. But they did not have time to do much. The Stalin Line was not fully restored, and most importantly, the troops were not sufficiently trained to hold the defense. Although they were desperately retrained.
  The Molotov border line was completed in three years of advance, but it was too close to the border and did not have sufficient depth. In addition, Stalin ordered the construction of a third echelon beyond the Dnieper, but this was only started after the capitulation of the United States.
  True, in addition to the Soviet troops, one can count on the NKVD units, whose numbers have been brought up to a million soldiers, and the militia. This is about four million people, only in Western cities. Although, of course, their combat capability is much worse than that of regular units.
  The Germans, as in real history, delivered the main blow in the center, cutting off the Belostok salient and the Lvov fist. The very first days of fighting showed that the Germans, despite the large number of foreign units, were attacking more or less in a coordinated manner. But the Soviet troops often got lost.
  In addition, the combat capability of the Ukrainian units turned out to be questionable. There were many deserters and those who surrendered in the very first days of the war.
  It was not possible to contain the enemy in the border battles. And here Stalin made a mistake, prohibiting the withdrawal of units to the main line and demanding that the front be straightened out. The mistake, however, was corrected, but belatedly. The Germans were able to capture Minsk already on June 28, breaking through the Stalin line in the center.
  The confusion only increased. On June 30, the expected entry of Japan and its satellites into the war took place. So the transfer of troops from the Far East had to be forgotten for now.
  The German breakthrough in the center was widening. A huge gap appeared, which they desperately tried to plug. But the fascists advanced and on July 16 broke into Smolensk.
  Having thrown all available reserves into battle and putting the militias under arms, Stalin and Zhukov were able to halt the Fritzes' advance in the center. But Hitler turned his troops to the south. The fascists created a huge cauldron in Kyiv and captured almost all of Ukraine.
  Leningrad was blockaded, Crimea was invaded. The course of military operations was very similar to 1941, like persistent karma. But there were also significant differences. In 1941, the USSR had some free reserves, but now everything was mobilized anyway. 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 fascists, unlike in real history, had a significant numerical advantage. They had enough divisions to bypass Moscow from the North and South. But the Soviet units were too scattered across different fronts.
  In reality, in 1941, after mobilization, Stalin had an advantage over the Wehrmacht in terms of personnel, and he had four times more aircraft and tanks than the Third Reich had had from the very beginning of the war. And in the first five months of the war, the USSR produced more equipment in real history.
  But now the Nazis have all the trump cards, both the quantity and quality of weapons and personnel are on their side. And the Red Army has the same ailments as in 1941. Including the unwillingness of Ukrainians, Balts, and many small nations to die for the Soviet system. Mass betrayals and defections of victims of repression, dispossessed and other offended of all stripes. Including ideological enemies of the Soviet power.
  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 Donbass, Voronezh and are heading towards Stalingrad.
  The winter of 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.
  The offensive then 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 advance deep into Russia. The resistance of the Soviet troops was falling. On August 5, 1945, Sverdlovsk was taken. And on September 3, 1945, Stalin finally agreed to capitulate. In exchange for his own life and freedom.
  The Second World War was over. But peace did not last long. After testing nuclear weapons, Hitler became convinced of their phenomenal destructive power.
  Now it turned out that Japan and the United States were still on the path to world domination of the Third Reich. And although the Fuhrer had conquered more land than Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Emperor Trojan, and Suleiman the Magnificent combined, he decided to defeat Japan too.
  Exactly three years after the end of World War II, one hundred ballistic, intercontinental missiles with powerful nuclear charges simultaneously hit the Land of the Rising Sun.
  And then the Wehrmacht ground forces and navy began their offensive. The Germans relatively quickly captured Japan's possessions in Asia, and razed the metropolis itself to the ground with atomic bombs.
  The Pacific possessions of the Land of the Rising Sun put up more or less prolonged resistance. But by June 1949, it was all over. Now all that was left was to defeat the USA. Moreover, there was a pretext. The Americans, contrary to the agreement, were still developing nuclear weapons and secretly tested them.
  Hitler started the war on January 1, 1950, dropping three hundred nuclear missiles at once on New Year's Day. The devastating nuclear strike destroyed one hundred of the largest American cities and killed tens of millions of people. Another great crime of Adolf Hitler was added to the long list of the most odious atrocities. Then came the invasion of Canada, and from the south, together 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 still 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, with only limited local self-government preserved. Jews and gypsies were outlawed: they were sought out and exterminated. The SS carried out mass purges and raged. A real nightmare had arrived - the hour of the dragon. Or even more accurately, the era. The Fuhrer was building a real global 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 global plebiscite - which legitimized the title of super emperor. And when Adolf Hitler died in 1967, his title and power were inherited by his son. By this time, planet Earth had already founded settlements on the Moon and on Mars with Venus, and was actively preparing for expansion into the outer star worlds ... The fascists wanted a universal empire - the construction of a Star Reich in order to plunge the entire universe into nightmare.
  
  
  ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND BAREFOOT BEAUTIFUL GIRLS
  Elfaraya saw herself in battle... She is now a warrior and the leader of a strong army.
  Beautiful girls: only their breasts and hips are covered with light armored plates. And their arms, legs and stomach are bare, tanned.
  And these girls are slapping with their bare feet. There are about a hundred thousand of them. And all girls, not a single man! And all beautiful, slender, athletic, muscular, tanned, with pearly teeth!
  Like Amazons... Lined up in cohorts. Swords in their hands, bows on their backs. No shields - the warrior believes that a sword is more faithful than a shield.
  And the flags proudly flutter above the girls. They are ready to fight and want to win confidently!
  And here from afar are 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 toes of her graceful feet, pulls the bowstrings. And releases deadly arrows.
  At this the warriors bare their teeth and roar:
  - Let us be champions!
  And they fly at the enemy in a dense swarm of arrows. They poke the enemies like a hedgehog with needles.
  Orcs and trolls fall, struck by murder and cruelty.
  And Elfaraya says:
  - To the new frontiers of the empire!
  The warriors act in unison. Their tanned bodies, so magnificent and shiny. And their bare feet flash with tanned ankles. And the fingers of their lower limbs are so tenacious. And they fly gifts of destruction, striking their opponents.
  Orcs and trolls fall, pierced. And their bestial faces are distorted with pain.
  The female warriors simply evoke admiration. They have thin, muscular waists and sinewy legs. How they can release thousands of arrows at once.
  And they will strike down the mass of orcs. And they will sing:
  - For our great honor,
  Let's eat bandits!
  And again they will release a mass of arrows. And they will strew corpses all the approaches to the hills where they have settled.
  Yes, these are wonderful warriors. With such a wild grin, and turning their bodies in the right direction with the extermination of opponents.
  Elfaraya shoots her own bow. She draws the bowstring with her bare toes, and her aim is very accurate.
  At the same time, the girl sings to herself:
  - The world is based on violence,
  The volcano of rage lashes out with full force!
  The tension of the highest forces,
  Awakens with pain and fear!
  And again the arrow, launched by the warrior's bare foot, flies. And it pierces three orcs at once.
  They choke on fountains of blood. And Elfaraya squeaks:
  - Glory to my magic!
  And again she will release an arrow with her bare foot. Now that's a girl - her body and everything else are of the highest class.
  The first wave of the orcs and trolls' attack was drowned out. Only a mass of corpses remained. But then new squads of furry creatures appeared.
  Elfaraya shoots again, and shoots accurately, and growls:
  - Glory to our world!
  And lightning flies off from her bare foot. And the mass of orcs is set on fire and torn to shreds.
  Yes, she is a warrior princess. With her, any man will feel reliably protected.
  And the other hundred thousand girls are no worse. And they shoot very accurately. And most importantly, quickly.
  Their bare, muscular legs only manage to flash.
  Here they say in chorus:
  - We give an active pass,
  We hit the enemy right in the eye!
  And again they release new gifts of death with their bare feet. This is generally their launch of combat energy.
  Even Elfaraya sang:
  - The orcs roar - mournful faces,
  Know, friends, I am a murderer!
  I will kill everyone, I will destroy everyone,
  And I'll smash anyone with a hairy face!
  Yes, the girl is really extremely combative. And when the horde of orcs ran closer, she hit them with 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 dozen orcs, like rams pierced with a skewer. They were roasted almost instantly.
  And the other girls roared:
  - For the Holy Land!
  And I'll also take and throw off clots of energy from bare heels! And they tore apart a mass of furry fighters.
  Elfaraya, continuing to fire, this time pulling the bowstring with her hands, squeaked:
  - For our magic!
  And she also shook off a lightning bolt from her bare heel... And she hit so hard that a whole hundred orcs and trolls were charred. Like blotter paper caught in a flamethrower.
  Elfaraya roared:
  - I am a great sorceress!
  And again, how it hits the enemy. And her eyes sparkle. And the girls with their great passion throw arrows at the orcs and trolls.
  Mounds of corpses grow. They pile up and pile up. And there are more and more dead.
  Elfaraya took it and remarked with a laugh:
  - What to do if there is a king in your head?
  Then build him a palace!
  And again the princess will launch with her bare foot the murderous and fatal 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 mass of animal creatures, such a tsunami wave creeping on them, it's generally super. And so furiously showering the enemy with arrows. Often piercing right through.
  Elfaraya shouts:
  - I was born in such times,
  That my dear country remembers me!
  And the warrior stood on her hands, twirled her bare feet above her head, and spun a huge, fiery ball. And how she threw this clot of energy at her opponents.
  And immediately a thousand orcs exploded. And their skins were set on fire and peeled off at once.
  Elfaraya shouted:
  - I am a G-class warrior!
  And how he bursts out laughing.
  Then he will release lightning from his tongue and burn a mass of enemies.
  After which the princess girl roared:
  - The whole world is for me!
  And lightning flashed from the beauty's green eyes... And how they struck all these countless creatures.
  Elfaraya even sang:
  - Billions of jackals, devils! And my slogan is simple - kill them all!
  And with her bare toes the girl-princess released another, very lethal pulsar.
  And how it will tear everyone apart...
  And the other girls are not inferior to her. They all press and press their opponents with their arrows. Using, of course, their very nimble legs, without unnecessary shoes.
  The orcs are clearly running out of steam. But there are so many of them. And more and more regiments of the creatures are creeping up.
  However, girls are not able to be confused or shaken by such things. If they decide to fight, they fight. And they do not know that it is possible to be afraid. Or rather, they do not want to know.
  Here their bare feet launch murderous gifts of death. Which split the orcs' foreheads.
  These girls are real 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 the bare heel again released the pulsar of destruction. And the mass of orcs became the inhabitants of hell.
  Will such shaggy people be allowed into heaven?
  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 beauty's navel. It will hit the furry creatures and char them like burnt firewood.
  Elfaraya roars:
  - I will burn you, I will turn you into ashes!
  And from the navel he will send lightning again...
  And the mass of orcs fried like cutlets in a frying pan.
  Elfaraya took it and sang with gusto:
  - The orc hangs in a noose,
  Roast him on the fire!
  And then something very hard and deadly flies from the girl's bare heel. Something that cannot be defended against.
  And again a hundred orcs were charred at once. And turned into cinders, and ashes with wool.
  And the girls squeal:
  - 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, tempests, or obstacles!
  These are some terminator girls!
  The warriors do not allow the orcs to engage in close combat and keep the enemy at a distance.
  But still, the furry creatures are desperately trying to break through closer. But the warriors will definitely not let them do it.
  Elfaraya is back in her arms, and with her bare feet she makes a figure eight. And a fiery cloud appears. And it falls like a wild stream upon the orcs.
  And a couple thousand furry creatures suddenly went up in flames.
  Elfaraya roared:
  - The black creatures are screaming like flies! What can't you whip up when you're hungry!
  And now the warrior will release three arrows at once, pulling the bowstring with her bare foot, and will pierce a dozen orcs!
  This is a terminator girl. And she has such wild and furious energy.
  Elfaraya took it and sang:
  - Girls are different,
  Only they are not contagious!
  If you ever get caught,
  You won't be saved even in hell!
  And from the girl's bare heel a murderous pulsar rushes. And scatters the shaggy bears in all directions.
  Elfaraya says in wild excitement:
  - I am of such a tribe that I will kill you too, for God's sake!
  And again the warrior will release arrows that pierce any armor and the torn, shaggy meat of the orc.
  Her partner, a very beautiful girl with red hair, roared:
  - To mighty friendship!
  And he will also send a hellish pulsar of destruction!
  And the lethal mass will crush the enemy.
  Elfaraya squeaked:
  - For my demonic world!
  After which the princess girl will launch, that the bones will be cut 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 throwing a wild discharge of a deadly pulsar:
  - And the past will only help our future victories!
  And then the girls, all one hundred thousand of them, take it and with their bare toes emit wild lightning.
  And the orc army will take and burn. Yes, it is scary to get under the distribution of such warriors.
  And they also bare their teeth and show them their teeth, which reflect the rays of the stars.
  And then the girls will take it and stamp their bare heels, and a wave will pass over the ground, and cover the whole army of orcs. And bury them!
  The warriors will release sunbeams from their dazzling teeth and blind the ranks of furry soldiers.
  Elfaraya squeaked:
  - For my decision and behavior!
  The girls fight with ever greater force. And then they take and throw the discs with their bare feet. They fly by, and the mass of orcs lies down.
  The princess roared at the top of her lungs:
  - I'll cut you down, I'll cut you down, I'll cut you all down soon!
  I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you!
  And now the warrior will reflect the sunbeam with her bare heel and hit the orcs like a laser.
  And he will cut out a whole, hairy line. And the orcs will squeal and roll this army into feces.
  And again the orcs are in a wild attack, and the girls are throwing objects of death at them with their bare feet.
  And the breasts are shaking. And each breast is a whole tank turret!
  And so the girls took and released lightning from their belly buttons. All one hundred thousand girls cut laser beams with their belly buttons.
  And half a million orcs were roasted at once. And only space could digest them.
  Elfaraya roared:
  - I tore you apart and burned you,
  I'm a girl - just Satan!
  And again from the navel he will release lightning. And this strikes deadly. And then the arrows will fly. And everyone will become bars.
  And now the orcs are like leaky bars.
  And the girls would shoot magic from their busts and mow down a mass of stinking orcs. And they were knocked out.
  Elfaraya sang:
  - We'll tear everyone apart!
  You are such a girl - just a princess!
  The warrior roared:
  - I will tear you apart and will not spare you!
  And then he shakes his bust. And again he lets go, then he brings real death.
  The orcs are trying to literally throw corpses at the enemy positions. And they go forward and fall, and fall. Here new mountains of the dead grow. But the orcs do not give in.
  They move further and further. And they die, without any mercy. But the warriors shower the orcs like a hail of arrows. And the warriors cannot stop this scum. But the hairy wave pushes on. And this fanged sea moves.
  The girls are wildly excited. And they're flexing their muscles. And the orcs are moving as if another tsunami wave had arrived. But that doesn't bother anyone.
  Elfaraya even sang, having first pulled the strings of five bows at once with her bare toes and released the magic arrows:
  - Straight with your bare hands,
  I dealt with the tsunami...
  I am any ninth wave,
  My lover tore me apart!
  The warrior will even jump up and immediately release a discharge from her navel. And she will tear the enemy apart.
  And he will roar:
  - My army is strong,
  She conquers the world!
  Elfaraya has completely lost her temper. They and the other girls are, of course, a brilliant class of warriors. Who will not give anyone the slightest mercy.
  They are just fierce beasts. And maybe even something like orcs! Only beautiful, not ugly.
  Elfaraya will let lightning out of her mouth. And she will burn a hundred orcs, and sing:
  - For my dear soul!
  And wink at the enemy!
  After which her bare toes will throw off the pulsars. And tear the whole pack into small, torn pieces.
  After this, Elfaraya will squeak:
  - Murder is my credo!
  Her red-haired partner barks:
  - And mine too, squared!
  Elfaraya released a cascade of destruction and roared:
  - And mine is cubed!
  And both warriors stamped their bare feet. A new wave of magic arose.
  And now the orcs are throwing splinters and torn meat again. And then they are fried in a frying pan.
  Elfaraya squealed:
  - We are setting new records!
  The red-haired partner confirmed with a roar, letting out fiery pulsars from her bare toes:
  - So that the earth grows!
  Elfaraya hit the orcs and squeaked:
  - Twice, three times higher than normal!
  The red-haired warrior kicked a bubble of magical energy with her bare heel and added with excitement:
  - May my country flourish!
  So the girls split up, and quite radically. And they crush this army of shaggy creatures with great gains for themselves.
  Elfaraya again ejected a magic laser from her navel and yelped, her eyes sparkling:
  - I am a cobra and a gyurza in one bottle!
  And how he will release a new beam of that which burns orcs alive at the enemy.
  The red-haired partner, the princess, suddenly declared:
  - Now my name is de La Vallière!
  Elfaraya readily confirmed:
  - De La Vallière, so de La Vallière! It's even more beautiful that way!
  The red-haired warrior squeaked:
  - I am a knight of light on my knees savages,
  I will wipe all these orcs off the face of the earth!
  And how she moves her bare, chiseled feet over them... And the rest of the girls, the entire army of a hundred thousand soldiers, will open their mouths and let fire out of them.
  And again a cascade of flame will fall upon the orcs, incinerating them without any hesitation and giving them no chance.
  Three million hairy creatures burst into flames at once. As if they had been doused with napalm. Or phosphorus and sulfur. And everything flared up like a billion matches at once.
  And how this mass will catch fire. And how much howling and screaming and cursing from all this at once.
  Elfaraya barked:
  - Don't spare the orcs,
  Destroy these bastards...
  How to crush bedbugs -
  Tear them up like cockroaches!
  And he will take his bare toes and release lightning. And hit a very large troll. He will take it and explode. Imagine that a dinosaur was blown up.
  The red-haired partner squeaked:
  - What a ghoul!
  Elfaraya responded by pushing a bubble of magoplasm with her bare heel and yelped:
  - We have a howling answer to ghouls!
  The Fire Warrior roared:
  - And he will have a coffin and a wreath to greet him!
  Elfaraya noted:
  - The wreath can be either a funeral wreath or a laurel wreath! So don't get too worked up!
  The red princess roared, also releasing lightning from her navel, knocking down the few surviving orcs:
  - We prepared something heavier for them than a wreath!
  And so the warriors, all one hundred thousand girls, will take and on Elfarai's command jump up and spin 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 million-strong wave of a magical tsunami.
  As a result, the last orcs are destroyed and completely flattened.
  Fried and turned into cutlets.
  Elfaraya says with pathos:
  - The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  We will make everything in the universe happy...
  Let's get the legendary Mohammeds,
  And heaven and earth are in great power!
  
  ELF-PILOT VS. THE HIDDEN SASHKA
  In one of the alternative universes, during the Second World War, an elf arrived. He joined 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 reactions and all the reflexes, much better than people, 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 were cracking sunflower seeds.
  And because of him, Japan won the naval battle of Midway. The major victory had an impact on the entire course of World War II. First, the Japanese finally seized the initiative in the Pacific Ocean. And their fleet was able to seize the Hawaiian Archipelago, gaining a very strong position, completing the construction of a defensive perimeter on the seas.
  However, this might 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 attacked Vladivostok. Despite the fact that the threat of attack by militaristic Japan after the triumph of Midway became quite real, with the help of bribery and betrayal, the Mikado's agents convinced the Vladivostok command not to bring the troops to full combat readiness. And as a result, the sword of Damocles was already raised, and the restaurant was feasting. Major Stalingradova grabbed the young officer by the hair, she was a head taller than him and clearly stronger:
  - What kind of a boor and drunkard is this! Why is your crew so dissolute! This guy looks more like a cabin boy than an officer. Maybe we should beat him up for starters, so that all the hops come out.
  Colonel Palatsev was embarrassed:
  - This is Sashka Sokolovsky. He was sent to the courses straight from the Suvorov Military School, on a shortened program. He is still just a boy, his birthday is in two months - fifteen years old.
  Stalingradova grimaced unpleasantly:
  - Wow! At fourteen years old and already an officer! That's what war does! I didn't even know that young punks already get full ranks.
  Palatsev shrugged:
  - Children grow up early in war! Moreover, a story happened to him, it seems he wrote the best story about the defense of Moscow, and Zhukov noted this and advised transferring the boy from cadets to officers.
  Stalingradova became kinder at these words:
  - Good! That he's not a fool. - She shook her finger like a school teacher. - Overall, not bad, but no more drinking! If I smell something, and I have a nose like a dog, I'll go straight to the tribunal! - A strong woman, mature, but not having lost her athletic slenderness and freshness, pointed her finger at the colonel. - In general, you'll pay for this too. He's not a young man anymore, but he behaves like that.
  Palatsev coughed loudly:
  - 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 shattered the pre-dawn silence. It was as if heavy boulders had rained down from the sky, and the window glass had suddenly burst. The hailstones and shards of hail pounded the table and even landed in the hands and faces of the drunken officers. Stalingradova yelled like a commander:
  - Everyone get out immediately.
  Palatsev shouted back, so loudly that he almost tore his vocal cords:
  - These are twelve and eighteen inch shells! The Japanese battleships of the largest tonnage seem to have begun the hunt, and that means.
  Stalingradova kicked the wall in frustration. The kick from the boot, which was a trophy boot by the way, cracked the tile:
  - It has begun, but not as we planned! Not at all! Damn it, we must immediately take the squadron out to sea and sink the fleet of the country of narrow-eyed warriors.
  The captain of the first rank (otherwise known as the colonel), who fell to all fours, muttered:
  - There are weapons only on my destroyer and a couple of other small troughs. We don't even have anything to respond with.
  Stalingradova showed a hefty fist:
  - Well, you are asses! - the warrior with blue hair, reminiscent of a raging tsunami, growled. - But you should have coastal artillery! Not all of them were sent to the Western Front, and the aviation as well. After all, it's not the first year that they've been saying that Japan could enter the war at any moment.
  Already badly wounded, Palatsev wanted to say, but there was another thunder, and fragments began to rain down. The siren howled, warning of the appearance of planes. The naval colonel, with great difficulty, rose and shouted, drowning out the roar of Stalingrad:
  - We have aviation and coastal batteries, even if they are not fully equipped. We will be able to respond!
  The pilot growled as she ran through the streets:
  - If only I could get to my fighter, I'd give those samurai warriors a good beating. They'll still pay for Tsushima and Miduen.
  Sashka Sokolovsky, already an officer in his dream and not a slave whose ear had been cut off in half, agreed:
  - Yes, they will pay! And with interest!
  Explosions and the belated rattle of anti-aircraft guns were heard. In general, most of the air defense of Vladivostok was taken out back in 1941 to strengthen the defense of Moscow, so the numerous mosquito points of the Land of the Rising Sun, it seemed, did not pay much attention to such "noise". Japanese dive bombers dropped their spring "gifts" with a piercing squeal. The blow was delivered both to the city and to the fleet. The Japanese planes are not very large, but nimble, but the battleships, on the contrary, are huge. The largest of them is even cramped in the ocean, three hundred meters long, and guns of 460 millimeters. So far, the Americans have not managed to sink a single one of these beauties, and the survivors, together with the cruisers, smashed the coast. This was very similar to the villainous attack of the Land of the Rising Sun, which occurred on January 27, 1904. Only then there was no aviation.
  Palatsev felt that he was out of breath from running. He was not a superman, but a simple man with sick lungs, who had found himself in a difficult situation. But Victoria Stalingradova had overtaken him by a great deal. I wonder how old she was, she hardly looked more than thirty, her breasts were large, and her shoulders were broad like a man's.
  Stalingradova suddenly turned around and waved her hand:
  - Don't run, old man, follow me! - She screamed with such force that the sound wave simply hit her ears. - Get the destroyer out to sea quickly.
  Explosions thundered nearby, debris rained down, one of them fell right on Stalingradova, and she mechanically caught it with her hands. The terminator girl felt like a goalkeeper who had successfully won a penalty, the fragment was round, warm and resembled a ball. Victoria suddenly felt something liquid flowing down her hands. The girl looked at the fragment, and even she, the iron warrior, hardened by three years of war (there will be more to come along with the Spanish and civil wars), felt sick to her stomach. She was holding a child's head in her hands. Poor girl (you can tell by her short pigtails, with her eyes knocked out. Stalingradova carefully placed the head on the cracked asphalt and crossed herself:
  - You didn't have time to sin, or to live! However, there is no greater sinner than God, therefore there is no greater sin than indifference to the suffering of children.
  Again there was a roar and fragments, one hit the girl in the boot, scratching the skin. Stalingradova wanted to turn around and run as fast as she could to the runway, where her MIG was patiently waiting for its aggressive owner, but...
  The warrior's gaze, sharp as a dagger blade, discerned an unbearable grimace of pain on the face of Captain First Rank Vladimirovich, when the upper part of his torn off body flew thrown up by the blast wave. The girl herself barely dodged a fragment. Although what kind of girl is she, she first took up arms back in the Russo-Japanese times of Nicholas II. She had already once, somehow, caught her cheek, back in the time of the international battle in Spain. As a result, a deep scar remained, which spoiled her appearance for a long time. Plus the arrest and sending of the colonel to a concentration camp. True, it was in Siberia at a logging site that she was introduced to a very powerful sorcerer who, with the help of ointments and the invocation of spirits, managed to heal, as if it had not been there, this wound and several others. Scars received during battles with the Japanese, Germans, White Czechs, the troops of Kolchak, Denikin, Wrangel. And she taught her a lot, since Stalingradova seemed to belong to a select group of people.
  She got the opportunity to get out early, using feminine charms, so she was brought under amnesty, despite the serious article. The point, of course, is not so much to persuade a man, but to make sure that the party organizer does not find out about it. And there are so many informers of all stripes that an informer, on an informer and an informer drives. So you can't really speed up if you value your career.
  This means that Japan has a big advantage in infantry, aviation, and even tanks. Well, in tanks, on our side it is compensated by qualitative superiority, and the rest is much worse. Although if we take small arms, Japan is also somewhat behind in the number of machine guns, mostly it has rifles. However, the Far Eastern divisions are also poorly equipped with submachine guns. There are not enough machine guns for everyone. So... In terms of quality, there is no advantage in infantry, rather it is even worse, all the best officers have been transferred to the Soviet front, here the worst troops, as a rule, are inexperienced, with a minimum of military training. This means that the war is beginning in an extremely unfavorable situation for the USSR. And many newly formed reserves will be thrown to the East...
  Stalingradova suddenly bumped into a fire. The bombed-out city hospital was ablaze. The picture was truly apocalyptic: women, children, and old people were burning alive. Here was a baby who had fallen right into the fire, and all around there was a terrible roar and groans.
  Stalingradova felt the trumpets of the archangels in her head and threw herself into the flames. The tongues of fire licked the girl's bare arms and open face, but the pilot moved so quickly that she managed to catch the child, tearing him from the embrace of destruction.
  The girl jumped out, feeling only a slight itch on her skin, glanced at the baby. Alas, it was too late, the boy suffocated, drawing the flame into his lungs, there were burns on his round face. Such jagged blisters on the skin were softer than daisy buds. Stalingradova screamed:
  - This is human chaos!
  She kicked a pile of rubbish with her boot, and then rushed to rescue anyone who could be saved. It was like a cobra dancing between gas burners, the girl twisted and danced in a very strange way. She was burning herself, her boots were melting, her tunic was charred, but she continued to stubbornly fight for every child's tear, for every beat of a little heart, for every fragile, but so necessary for the country life! The boots fell apart, and now the girl was dancing on the whirlwinds of flame, with her bare, charming little feet. She was a martyr, but not just a nun torturing herself with fasts and a whip, which does not bring any benefit, neither to God, nor to people, a martyr-fighter saving specific lives. The warrior-girl's feet were covered with a layer of small blisters, but they moved even faster and more accurately from the pain.
  The captain of the medical service took big boots out of his bag and shouted to her:
  - Take them, put them on quickly! You, dancing on the flame, will become crippled.
  The warrior with the rank of major immediately answered:
  - It is better to become a physical cripple than to be a moral freak! Not a second for yourself, everything for the front, everything for victory!
  The medical captain replied:
  - This is a real Soviet person!
  Stalingradova, trampling out the flames, cursed:
  - What are you standing there for? Save people!
  The captain sighed:
  - I have prosthetics instead of legs!
  Stalingradova pulled out another girl with a half-burnt face and unconscious, and shouted furiously:
  - How cruel God is!
  The captain shrugged:
  - It's not God's fault, but people's!
  Stalingradova very sensibly and confidently objected:
  - This is the same as saying that it is not the parents who are to blame, but the children!
  The captain wanted to answer something, but clouds of smoke got into his throat and he began to cough violently.
  The bombing had died down, but the shelling was still going on. The naval guns had a decent supply of shells, although the fire was now directed more at the disarmed Soviet vessels. Yamamoto understood that dominance at sea would hand over the initiative in this war to Japan for a long time. And building ships was an expensive and lengthy process, although submarines, for example, were perhaps easier to stamp out. Of course, this also had to be taken into account, but it was important to break the structure. Admiral Yamamoto, the most influential person in Japan after Emperor Hirohito, felt like a god. A real god, since the religion of the Land of the Rising Sun taught that the best path to deification was military valor! And now the great commander could arbitrarily torment and distort the space around him. Thick, black clouds of smoke for many kilometers above Vladivostok were the oil storage facilities and fuel warehouses that had caught fire. Hundreds, thousands of people are burning, hell, how can you not feel like a god after this, taking revenge on the Russians for centuries of humiliation, a great people forced to huddle on a series of such tiny islands compared to the vastness of Russia. Now the Russian fleet is sinking, and unlike Peru Harbor, they will not leave a single vessel.
  Yamamoto proposed during the Battle of Khalkhin Gol to strike a similar blow at Vladivostok, for which a detailed plan was drawn up. But Hitler unexpectedly made peace with Stalin. Hitler is an idiot, he started a massacre of Jews and thereby turned Poland and the Western countries against himself. And why did he need it? Did he want to get Jewish wealth? But it would have been better to first become a world power by defeating the USSR, and maybe then other countries. It is easier to defeat the West because its mentality is much less characterized by fanaticism and a tendency to self-sacrifice. Is there a single known case of American pilots ramming? True, there were a couple of clashes, but this was most likely an accident. Russians are fanatical, which is strange, because the Orthodox faith does not approve of suicide, and does not at all believe that military exploits can earn the way to heaven. In general, the teaching of Christ is extremely stupid and impractical. He Yamamoto read the Bible and was amazed at the stupidity of people to consider such a pacifist as God. For example, he teaches: if someone hits you on the right cheek, offer the left, if they ask for one shirt, give them both, love your enemy! Only a mentally ill person can consider Christ God. Such a religion is good only for slaves, involuntary vassals. And yet, all of Europe and half the world believed it. True, the teachings of Jesus, despite the fact that it rejects the principle of the Old Testament, an eye for an eye, and teaches 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 despite the religiosity of Britain, where God is even mentioned in the national anthem. It is strange that US presidents swear on the Bible, but nevertheless, they bombed Japanese cities with napalm bombs, burning thousands of women and children alive. Moreover, they killed civilians, not by accident, but deliberately, this was a tactic of terrorizing the civilian population: undermining human and economic resources. But the Japanese have not bombed the territory of the United States yet. But they will! And they also attribute special cruelty to the samurai. He, Yamamoto, if he wanted, could have broken through with bombers to the cities of the United States, especially after the defeat of the Yankee fleet, near Peru Harbor. Yes, Europeans are moral bastards. They have a perverted understanding of faith, to teach and not to practice! In Japan, it is not like that! We practice what we teach. It is not like God saying, turn the other cheek, but at the same time his servants deliberately killed small children. In general, the belief that God is one and Almighty cannot be true. If he were one, then of course he would have taken care that people worshiped him correctly, in faith and truth and had a single teaching. And so everyone prays as they want, whatever they can. And the world is too ugly and wrong to be created by a single Almighty God. After all, any responsible ruler strives first and foremost for order and justice. He wants the strong, wise, noble, honest, to be in first place, and the rest to either improve, grow physically and spiritually, or... However, if God is Almighty and the Creator of the universe, then He would not create physical and mental freaks. After all, why is the emperor sometimes forced to tolerate people's weaknesses as a given? Because there is no other way out, he cannot turn freaks into handsome men in the blink of an eye, and cowards into brave men. But if he could, he would do it immediately!
  Alas, we have to accept what is and deal with the human material that we have received as a given. But from whom did we receive it is another question. And the emperor himself has weaknesses: he is only a man - he grows old, gets sick, becomes decrepit. It is strange, but the divine emperor often lives less than an ordinary servant, wields weapons worse than most generals, and many soldiers. Well, what is in him from the Almighty God. But the whites are no better! In the entire history of Europe, there was no more terrible and successful conqueror than Hitler. He is truly a symbol of the military valor of the white people! And, nevertheless, the greatest commander of all times and peoples could not even finish high school, get a secondary education, which is mandatory in Japan!
  And Hitler was not accepted into the army, due to health reasons. It is strange that this zealot of the cult of strength, the lion of war, turned out to be so weak physically that even in Germany, where there is a soldier at every lamppost, he was not drafted as a private. Yes, how Europe has degraded.
  However, Stalin, another most outstanding politician of our time, also did not have a secondary education, he was a natural. And what is interesting is that he was not drafted into the army either, due to health reasons. Interesting, coincidences, two malicious enemies did not have a secondary education, were not drafted fit for military service due to health reasons, had drunkard fathers, and Hitler's father also worked as a shoemaker at first!
  What a coincidence, strange and ominous. Goering, Hitler's right hand, is not like that. He comes from an aristocratic family, Goering's ancestor was the deputy of the de facto ruler of Germany, Bismarck. Goering is a businessman, an oligarch, an aristocrat and a pragmatist. And they see it as possible for them to replace the possessed Fuhrer. America and Britain, too, albeit secretly, want to finish off Russia, regardless of the ruling regime, but they want to finish off the communists, who deny the very concept of private property, so much so that they even close their eyes to the excessive strengthening of Germany.
  However, Germany is a geopolitical competitor, but a competitor within the framework of capitalist and aristocratic rules of the game, and Bolshevik Russia is absolutely alien and hostile. It is even surprising that in 1941 Churchill himself offered Stalin help, despite 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 resign themselves, and will wage a protracted partisan war, which will exhaust the Third Reich so much that all dreams of further expansion will disappear like a rainbow after a thunderstorm! Russia under Germany is better than Germany under Russia! Understanding this, it is clear why the USA and Britain are looking for a way out of the war.
  Yamamoto is a pragmatist, he was at war with the USA and Britain. But these two empires themselves provoked Japan by imposing an embargo on oil products. After all, the Land of the Rising Sun does not have its own wells, nor many other raw materials. The Japanese negotiated, the Americans kept making more and more humiliating demands.
  And at the same time, the Yankees, provoking the war, did not take care to bring the army and navy to combat readiness. The temptation was too great, especially since there was a glimmer of hope that Moscow was about to fall and Germany and its allies would come to its aid. In addition, there was a calculation that the USA, being a relatively democratic country, heavily dependent on public opinion, would not want to water foreign islands with blood if the war dragged on. Indeed, why would an ordinary American citizen receive zinc coffins with his relatives, if we are not talking about protecting the territory of the USA itself, and also pay considerable war taxes! Maybe that is 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 he was not prepared for the harsh Winter, and partly because of the fanaticism inherent in the Bolsheviks. However, not only the Bolsheviks, the Russian people are inclined to self-sacrifice for great goals. After all, the first air ram was carried out by a Russian guy Messer. It is even surprising that he did it not for the sake of heavenly houris, but for the sake of the Fatherland. Although... Messer is partly a fool, he is a master of aerobatics, an inventor, a designer, and of course, alive, he would have brought 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 noted:
  - We've already used up more than two-thirds of our ammunition. The guns are very hot, they're pouring buckets of water on them!
  Yamamoto made a cross in the air with his finger and said in a low, slightly hoarse voice:
  - I think the guns will hold up to the last third of the shells. Although no, knock them out to ninety-five percent.
  Admiral Naumo shrugged and wiped the sweat from his forehead:
  - Is it worth it to go all out on the first day?
  Yamamoto clenched his fists:
  - It's worth it! Of course it's worth it! We caught 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 take advantage of the fact that the dragon's tail has fallen asleep. Actually, I understand Stalin, the war with Germany absorbed his attention to such an extent that he stopped keeping an eye on the Far East. And his entourage, without a leader, is afraid to show initiative. So they missed our blow. As did the Americans, by the way. It was obvious to everyone that things were getting ready, clouds were gathering, thunder would soon strike, but...
  Naumo touched the handle of the samurai sword, or as it is also called, katana, hanging on his belt:
  - The Russians always act late! The war will not last too long and we will reach the Urals.
  Yamamoto looked up to the sky:
  - God help us with this, but I don't think so! They learn quickly, Khalkhin-Gol showed that the Russians are at a higher level than during the war of 1904-1905. Besides, I'll tell you a secret. Our secret agent in Vladivostok helped a little, that the rather powerful coastal artillery didn't have shells, and the aviation couldn't take off in time. That's the secret war.
  Naumo was surprised:
  - And where were SMERSH and the NKVD looking?
  Yamamoto chuckled, shaking his fingers:
  - The worst personnel of Russia serve here in the Far East, those who are afraid to die on the Soviet-German front strive to go to Vladivostok. Therefore, it is much easier to find a traitor or a fool at the top, as well as a self-interested person. And the NKVD is so used to uncovering imaginary conspiracies that it does not notice real traitors. So it is quite possible to work. By the way, note that if several generals went over to 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 them in the dark, which is even better. So we have done a lot of work. We Japanese are generally characterized by thoroughness in thinking through military operations, and taking into account all the little things.
  Naumo rubbed the handle of his katana:
  - True! But the shame of Khalkhin Gol evokes a feeling of bitterness and the strongest annoyance! How could we...
  Yamamoto consoled:
  - There were more Manchus there than Japanese, and in general you can't win all the time. I must note that it wasn't our best units that fought, and the Russians had a big advantage in aviation and tanks.
  Naumo half-unsheathed his katana:
  - This does not justify us! A samurai will never refer to a dull blade and a tired horse, to many enemies, and a weak weapon!
  Yamamoto corrected:
  - Samurai of course not, but man unfortunately yes! People are prone to mistakes!
  Yamamoto was distracted and shouted something into the receiver, and then continued:
  - Samurai will never bend! He goes for a ram and against the current.
  Naum nodded:
  - Really! But we fought with the USA and the British Lion.
  Yamamoto tapped his finger on the wheelhouse:
  - Yes! True, but the US got it in the teeth, Britain lost its colonies, and Germany was in a tough spot. We wanted to draw as many forces as possible from the West of Russia to make it easier for the Wehrmacht to go on the offensive. The strike was planned for May, when the roads dried up, but the Americans got in the way.
  Naumo pulled out his katana and slashed it in the air:
  - Death to the USA! They are always in Japan's way.
  Yamamoto grinned 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 money from the US and Britain, and at their 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 a treacherous blow to the capital using napalm bombs. Hundreds of wooden houses burned down, and the Emperor ordered at any cost to push the control zone away from the capital. And first of all, to capture the closest to the Japanese islands, the combat complex of American bases on the Midway archipelago. And we succeeded!
  Naum waved his sword through the air:
  - We still won!
  Yamamoto interrupted:
  - There are smart people among the whites too! It is not for nothing that the Emperor put a bust of Napoleon in his office. But there was another Caesar, he said: it is harder to hold on to what has been conquered than to conquer it. In this case, this applies to us first and foremost. Naum reproduced the figure eight with his sword:
  - I understand with my mind, but with my heart!
  Yamamoto stood up and clapped his colleague on the shoulder:
  - Don't be upset, in this case we are leaving to return. We will defeat the USSR and again rush at the USA and the English, but this time together with the Germans and the macaroni people.
  Admiral Naum, with an almost imperceptible movement, hid the katana in its sheath and, lisping, whispered:
  - The future is good, but the present is better! Listen, the aircraft carriers have used up all their bombs, and on...
  Yamamoto gave a short order:
  - Go out on deck and look around, in half an hour we will turn around and go to our nearest base.
  Naum whistled through his nose:
  - Yes sir, commander!
  The admiral jumped out, holding the door so that it would not slam. Before his steps had time to fade away, a shadow slipped out of the wall, walked on tiptoe and threw off the coverlet.
  Well, there is a time for work and a night for love.
  Meanwhile, Sashka Sokolovsky finally climbed into the LAGG-5 fighter.
  The boy wanted a fight. He flew up to meet the formidable Conan. That's what a dream is for, because there are incredible coincidences.
  Conan has already shot down five hundred and sixty American and English planes. And crossed beaks with Soviet aces.
  However, he has no idea what a surprise awaits him.
  Sashka Sokolovsky himself is against him.
  The boy is wearing only swimming trunks, it is more comfortable and rational. He rushes into a brutal fight.
  His rival, Conan, is also fair-haired and looks like a boy of about fourteen, only very handsome and with well-defined muscles.
  Both boys are terminators.
  They start shooting at each other from a long distance. And at the same time they dodge.
  They move out of the way of the shots.
  Sashka shouts:
  - For the Motherland, for Stalin!
  Conan roars back:
  - For Japan, for the Emperor!
  Although he is not a samurai at all, but an elf. Here is a boy Conan, knocking down a Soviet car.
  Sashka responds symmetrically - cutting off the Japanese one.
  Both fighters deserve to be heroes.
  They fly together and then fly apart in different directions, but none of them can knock down the other.
  Sashka shouts:
  - Fight, you vile coward!
  Conan replies:
  - You're the coward, fight!
  They come together again. They almost ram each other, but again fly apart in different directions. No, no one can hit anyone. Alas, they do not succeed.
  And they flew away again.
  Sashka growled:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Conan roared:
  - No, Japan is holier!
  Sashka whistled and answered:
  - But you're not Japanese! And you're not even a human!
  Conan growled, baring his teeth:
  - And who am I?
  Sashka answered honestly:
  - You are from the family of light elves!
  Conan chuckled and replied, cutting down another Soviet plane:
  - That's how you know it!
  Sashka noted, baring his pearly teeth:
  - I know a lot of things!
  Conan then suggested:
  - Let's do it this way! 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 think of the Second World War?
  Sashka logically noted, knocking down the Japanese car:
  - I come from Russia, and before that Russia was the USSR. So I can say I fight for my Motherland!
  Conan chuckled and remarked:
  - And I, the elf Conan, was invented by a Japanese man and drawn in anime. That's why I fight for Japan. So it's also my homeland to some extent!
  Sashka again went for a rapprochement. They fired from all the machine guns, but could not hit each other.
  Now they've run out of ammunition.
  Conan suggested:
  - Let's do it this way! You and I are both leaving the Second World War! I'm going to my world, and you're going to yours... And let events take their course!
  Sashka objected:
  - No, that won't do! Japan has already attacked the USSR and created problems with it. Either we'll make it so that you never existed in World War II. Or I'll stay here and fight!
  Conan chuckled and replied:
  - Time is running out for both of us in the Second World War! And we are returning to our worlds! And as for changes, I have succeeded more than you, young officer, because I am an elf! But they didn't let you fly the plane right away!
  Sashka growled:
  - You will be...
  But he didn"t have time, there was a flash, and both planes of ace pilots disappeared from the air.
  Then the war went on without two warriors from different worlds. One of the cartoons from Japanese anime, and the other a boy born in the twenty-first century - returned to their times.
  But the deed had already been done, and Japan, having defeated the USA at sea, attacked the USSR from the east.
  Stalin is forced to transfer significant forces to the East, and postpones the offensive at Stalingrad. True, the Rzhev-Sychovsk operation still takes place, but with even less success than in real history. The Germans manage to repel the offensive of the Soviet troops, inflicting great losses on them.
  True, the Allies took the initiative in Africa. But with no need to rescue Paulus from the cauldron, Rommel received more reinforcements and carried out a very effective strike against the Americans in Algeria, capturing more than fifty thousand soldiers and officers.
  The heavy losses caused discord in the American command, and Roosevelt froze the transfer of troops to Africa, and generally declared that the Pacific Ocean was most important for America.
  Some American military personnel, and most industrialists, also insisted on focusing on Japan.
  As a result, in the US, supporters of isolation were able to push through a project of America's non-participation in the war in Europe. An armistice was even proposed 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 one-year truce.
  The Fuhrer agreed with this too. In winter the Germans were able to hold the front. Only near Leningrad did Operation Iskra succeed, and a corridor was opened.
  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 attack near Voronezh and was able to advance significantly. But Mainstein's counterattack in March was able to encircle the Soviet troops and restore the situation.
  The Reds suffered great losses 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 sharply.
  The Fritz planned to use Tigers, Panthers and Ferdinands to decide the outcome of the war in their favor.
  But this was not enough, of course. They launched their main attack in the Stalingrad area, 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 on to Baku along the Caspian coast.
  At the same time, the Germans made diplomatic efforts to involve Turkey in the war.
  There they have already given a fundamental promise to strike if the Wehrmacht reaches the Caspian Sea.
  Japan was still fighting. It was able to cut off Vladivostok and capture Mongolia.
  The samurai have a lot of infantry and they fight fanatically. The tanks are weak, but they are light, mobile, cheap to produce. And most importantly, they have good cross-country ability.
  In short, the enemy has great forces. And Stalin doesn't know what to do.
  So far, all the bets are on the T-34s. But they are weaker than the German machines, especially the Tigers. The KV tank is even worse and heavier.
  The 45mm gun is outdated, and the 76mm gun is not powerful enough.
  Aviation is not bad in practical terms. Especially the Yak-9, although it is rather weak in armament.
  Naturally, the Germans placed their bets on the Focke-Wulf! But the machine turned out to be difficult to operate. Although very powerful and fast.
  The ME-309 began to arrive, a fast machine with seven fire points, but also not very convenient to control and heavy. And therefore with worse maneuverability.
  More or less successful of the new developments were the Ju-188 and Ju-288, which are good bombers.
  Well, and, of course, the first jet machines began to appear. But not yet on a mass scale.
  The Germans began their offensive only on June 15, transferring masses of tanks. And of course, they were expected from the very beginning. A powerful defense was built.
  A real citadel.
  In addition, the IL-2 prepared a nice surprise for the Germans in the form of small cumulative bombs.
  But even this is not enough... The Germans still turned out to be stronger. They had more and more experienced infantry, and aviation and tanks.
  Without the Western Front, the fascists are stronger in the air. They have a small advantage in tanks in terms of numbers, but they have a superiority in quality due to their heavy vehicles.
  The USSR even has a bit more guns in artillery. But of course, the enemy is ahead in calibers.
  All that remains is to count on the powerful defense and resilience of the Soviet people.
  
  
  
  NAPOLEON WON AT WATERLOO
  Napoleon the Great attacked Hamilton a couple of hours earlier and managed to defeat him before Blucher arrived. And then he routed Blucher as well.
  Under these conditions, Russia, led by Alexander the First, decided not to fight Napoleon. The Austrians, who were supposedly related to him, offered peace on moderate terms.
  France received back two small regions in Italy populated by the French, and the Netherlands as part of its territory. The contribution was removed from it, and the power of Napoleon I was recognized.
  A temporary equilibrium was established. France was too tired of wars, and Napoleon sat quietly for a while. Although he began to carry out some reforms. One of the most important was 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 sharply. And the Protestants showed flexibility in this matter.
  Napoleon himself was almost an atheist. And he resolutely separated the church from the state. Like, secular laws don't concern you.
  Napoleon the Great, having somewhat restored the power of France, invaded Algeria and Morocco. He began to add colonies in Africa to his possessions. Soon his troops captured Libya. But Britain, which itself had designs on it, prevented him from taking Egypt.
  Napoleon decided that it was better not to start a war at sea, where he was much weaker than the enemy. Moreover, he still needed to digest what he had captured in Africa.
  The French decided to move towards Niger and conquer the lands in the West and Central Africa.
  Napoleon managed to establish good relations with Russia, especially after the rise 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 Russia's side. 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 gained control of the Kingdom of Sardinia and Naples. In addition, the French captured Crete from Greece and some of the islands. Greece itself on the continent formally gained independence, but under the protection of France.
  In Europe, Turkey is left with practically only Istanbul in its possession.
  Russia also received Transcaucasia, Batumi, Kars, and Erzurum - practically all the lands populated by Armenians and Kurds. The north of Iraq became Russian, and the south was annexed by the British.
  Turkey was relegated to the ranks of minor powers. 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 partly in Asia.
  After which his son Napoleon II came to power. Taller, blond, he inherited his father's great ambitions. And he made an attempt to create a coalition against Britain.
  Austria agreed to this, and Russia, which was at that time bogged down in the war in the Caucasus, refused to wage a coalition war. Then in 1846, Austria and France began a war with Germany. It had not yet united under Prussia. And the forces were unequal. Austria was at the peak of its power, and France too... And Prussia was not very strong.
  As a result of the war, all German lands were captured and divided between the French and Austrians. Then Napoleon II quickly annexed Denmark. In 1851, Norway was captured by the French.
  And in 1853, Nicholas I finally joined the coalition. Russia, Austria and France attacked what was left of Turkey and Britain.
  On land, success favored the coalition. At sea, the British fared only slightly better. But the coalition captured the entire Middle East, Egypt, Sudan. And then Iran. And in 1857, Russia, France, and Austria moved on India. And they were able to capture it, too.
  The conquest of Africa was also underway, with advances to the south. And Britain itself was being strangled by a continental blockade. At the same time, three empires were building fleets.
  Their advantage in combat power and resources became increasingly apparent.
  And in 1862, in view of the threat of Russia, France and Austria landing in the metropolis itself, the English asked for peace. Britain had to agree to a number of humiliating conditions and give up its colonies.
  In 1864, Nikolai I died... His throne was succeeded by Alexander II. But this tsar was unlucky again. Already in April 1866, he was shot by the nobleman Karakazov and the long-awaited liberation of the peasants did not take place.
  And the new young Tsar Alexander III was against the liberation of the peasants. And he continued the conservative course. However, Russia was advancing in Asia and China.
  In the USA the civil war dragged on. Especially after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln. Serious disagreements arose among the northerners. The war lasted for more than ten years, and the USA remained fragmented. The war was dragged on by Napoleon II's help to the southerners, and the reluctance to have a strong USA, with the French colony of Canada on the border, and vassal Mexico. Napoleon II ruled until 1879, and his reign turned out to be quite long: forty-two years and glorious. The French completely occupied Africa, Austria grabbed only a little of it, they profited from Syria, Palestine, Indochina, part of India, Iran, and so on.
  They strengthened their positions in Canada and Mexico and began to penetrate Latin America. French kings began to rule in Spain and Portugal. Britain became a secondary country.
  True, Russia has become stronger, and Austria a little. But that's not scary.
  Napoleon III, son of Napoleon II, ascended the throne. He was already thirty-eight years old. A fairly mature emperor, he continued his father's policy, waging wars in Latin America and developing Australia and the Pacific Ocean.
  At that time, Russia was conquering and digesting China and India, a landmass. In 1904, the Russians landed in Japan, having previously conquered Korea. The war with Japan dragged on for a while and entered a guerrilla phase. Napoleon III conquered Latin America, almost the entire Red Continent. But he did not manage to enter the USA and died in 1909.
  Napoleon IV - all the eldest sons were traditionally called Napoleons - took and attacked the United States 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 was still fighting Japanese partisans for a long time, and rebellions were constantly breaking out in China.
  In 1913, Alexander III died and Nicholas II ascended the throne. The new tsar continued his father's course.
  After conquering the USA, Napoleon IV wanted more. Britain is not very strong yet without colonies. Austria and Russia are the two main powers in the world besides France.
  Moreover, both empires had absolute monarchies, and in Tsarist Russia, serfdom was still in effect!
  Napoleon IV thinks about it... But fighting two monsters at once is an impossible task. Or too difficult. We need to choose one and beat them together.
  After the death of Emperor Franz Joseph in 1916, who had ruled for sixty-eight years - one of the longest reigns in the world - his great-nephew Charles I ascended the throne. And then there were conflicts 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 into Austria. The combined attack led to the rapid defeat of the patchwork empire and its division. And soon Sweden was divided too.
  And France included Spain and Portugal in its composition.
  Thus, there were only two countries left in the world: France and Russia, which divided all the territories...
  Nicholas II and Napoleon IV. Such a combination. And two monarchs stand opposite each other... But they never started a war... Nicholas II died in 1936. He was succeeded by Alexei II. And Napoleon IV died a year later in 1937. He was succeeded not by his eldest son, who also died, but by the middle one, Louis XIX.
  The new king was young and Alexei was young. And they fought for several months in 1941, from May to December... After which they concluded peace, on conditions without annexations and contributions.
  This was already the last war of two world empires. In 1943, the French flew to the Moon. And the Russians in 1945. Space expansion began.
  And two empires: Russian and French, the Bonaparte and Romanov dynasties - peacefully coexisted.
  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 had managed to visit almost all the planets of the Solar System and developed space industries.
  In general, there were no more epidemics or famines on Earth. Birth rates in both empires were controlled, and religions were limited in scope.
  The church was separated from the state, and atheism and new paganism became fashionable.
  And wars generally disappeared, just as there were almost no major unrest.
  
  IF RASPUTIN HAD SURVIVED
  Rasputin somehow miraculously survived the assassination attempt despite the poison and the wound to the stomach. As a result of the palace coup long planned by the entourage of Tsar Nicholas II, it 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 in the south began.
  The combat capability 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. Incidentally, 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 the ministers of the Provisional Government.
  And so there is no sabotage, the army is still strong due to the discipline of the tsarist generals. But the fighting spirit of the Austrians and especially the Slavic units is falling.
  Brusilov took Lvov and advanced all the way to the siege of Przemysl.
  Only by seriously weakening the front in the center did the Germans somehow stop the Russian offensive.
  However, Russian troops also struck in Romania. There they achieved major successes. And even recaptured Bucharest and Transylvania.
  The Germans also withdrew troops from other areas, saving the Austrians. The situation for Germany was aggravated by the entry of the United States into the war in April 1917. And why shouldn't the Americans join? It is clear that Germany is already sailing and it is nice to be among the victors.
  In the autumn, when wet snow began to fall, the Russian troops finally began their offensive in the centre against the German units proper.
  Poor visibility in wet snow made it difficult for German machine gunners and artillerymen to work. In addition, in cold weather, the Fritzes always howl worse than the Russians, who are more accustomed to the harsh climate.
  Thus, the central, western front was commanded by a more decisive and capable commander, Kornilov, who swept away his not so courageous predecessor.
  Russian troops broke through the weakened German defenses and successfully advanced forward, capturing large numbers of prisoners and trophies.
  Only on the Vistula River, having weakened their forces in the west, were the Germans able to stop the advance of the Russian troops. The Tsarist army liberated the Baltics and entered East Prussia.
  The Russians also achieved major successes in the southern section of the front against Turkey. By the end of the year, together with the English and the French, they had almost completely captured Asia Minor and approached Istanbul.
  In January, Istanbul fell under the onslaught of primarily Russian troops, and the Ottoman Empire capitulated.
  The year 1918 arrived. Russia believed in a quick victory, and the country held on despite all the military difficulties. The Allies also pushed back the Germans a little in the West, and believed in their success.
  America was moving more and more divisions. Austria-Hungary was falling apart and its army was deserting. Bulgaria declared war on Germany and Austria-Hungary, leaving the Central Powers. And Turkey was routed.
  Of course, there was a feeling in Germany that this war should be ended as soon as possible.
  But they were still a little hesitant. What else could they do? Russia had already struck the already broken Austria-Hungary in March, without waiting for warm weather, and broke through the front. The Germans could not withstand the attack and began to flow. They were routed with great losses. Budapest fell, and the Austrian Empire capitulated.
  After some time, a coup took place in Germany, and on May 9, 1918, the German Empire capitulated.
  This is how the First World War ended. Then followed the negotiations in Versailles and the signing of a new peace system.
  The Ottoman Empire disappeared from the map. It was divided between Russia, Britain, and France. The Tsarist Empire got back Constantinople, and Asia Minor with Armenia. Britain got Iraq, Palestine, the Ottoman possessions in Saudi Arabia, and France got Syria. Austria-Hungary also disappeared from the map of Europe. Russia got 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 became part of the Kingdom of Poland, as was Poznan and part of the German lands. Including Danzig. Russia also got the Klaipeda region. Significantly expanding its possessions.
  In the West, Germany returned the French and Danish possessions seized under Bismarck. It 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, to Russia and France, as those who suffered most from the Germans.
  Yugoslavia also appeared, which recognized itself as a vassal of Russia, but did not formally join it. Hungary was reduced and also recognized itself as a vassal of Russia. Austria formally remained independent, but paid reparations. Romania received Transylvania.
  Everyone was more or less happy except for those who lost. Turkey and Austria-Hungary disappeared from the map of Europe and Asia. And Russia increased both its population and territory. As well as France, Japan, Britain, and only the USA received only a small part of the reparations. Germany's possessions in the Pacific Ocean were divided between Japan and Britain. In Africa, mainly Britain.
  A few months later, Russia entered the war in Afghanistan on Britain's side. A quick victory was won, and the tank designed by Mendeleyev's son was tested in combat for the first time. The new vehicle proved to be very effective and had good driving characteristics.
  It was named "Alexey" in honor of the heir to the throne. And this machine looked very promising.
  After the conquest and division of Afghanistan, a period of peace ensued. Although several small wars took place. Russia and Britain divided Iran. And then the Allies completed the division of Saudi Arabia.
  The Russian economy experienced a rapid growth of about ten percent per year, and in 1929 it came in second place. The USA was also growing rapidly, slightly less so France, and even less so Germany. And Britain was experiencing stagnation, having barely reached the pre-war level.
  However, when the Great Depression hit, things 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 Saturdays and pre-holiday days to eight hours. Salaries in Russia grew. Prices remained stable, and the Tsar's ruble was the strongest currency on Earth.
  In addition, the Tsar introduced free seven-grade education in 1925. And in 1929, seven-grade education became mandatory. Free medicine also became more accessible.
  And it became much easier to get a free higher education. And pensions were increased, and they were paid even to workers and housewives and the disabled.
  But the Great Depression exacerbated all the problems again. And again they remembered the Duma, which the Tsar dissolved, and new elections were never held. Which led to the revival of absolutism.
  The Tsar again received the right to issue laws, and began to show noticeable activity. However, without the State Duma, things even became better, 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 villages, the kulak class grew considerably stronger. But landlords still held on to land ownership. The birth rate remained high, and the death rate was falling, especially with the improvement of medical care. This led to population growth and land fragmentation. True, part of this growth was absorbed by the city. During the depression, unemployment rose sharply.
  But the tsarist government, by taking energetic measures, was able to soften the consequences of the depression. In 1931, when Japan invaded China and tried to establish its puppet government in Manchuria. This violated previous agreements and became the pretext for Russia to enter the war.
  By this time, the Tsarist army had the most advanced and powerful tanks in the world, the best aviation, including six-engine bombers. Thus, the world's first mass-produced helicopters and the most successful recoilless guns appeared in Tsarist Russia.
  In addition, the level of generals in Tsarist Russia rose. And the fleet was commanded by the genius Admiral Kolchak.
  The Tsarist army already during the First World War reproduced seaplanes and brought them to perfection. And actively crushed the Japanese at sea.
  The war went unfavorably for the Japanese from the very beginning. Under the Tsar, another Baikal-Amur Mainline was built and the supply of the Russian army was carried out without problems.
  Superior in both quantity and quality of the Japanese, Field Marshals Denikin and Kornilov led a successful offensive. Among the young generals, Vasilevsky stood out, becoming a colonel at the age of twenty-three during the First World War. And at twenty-five, already a general.
  Of course, there were other commanders. Tukhachevsky also experienced rapid career growth. Budyonny rose. A series of victories and from the very beginning the tsarist army held the initiative, creating cauldrons and besieging 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, and like Britain, could not intervene in the war, ordered the capture of Japan entirely and its annexation 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 hard fighting, the Land of the Rising Sun was conquered and became a Russian province. A referendum was held there 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 to the throne could have given 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 English colonies.
  Nicholas II agreed. And an alliance of Italy, Germany and Russia was concluded. Against Britain and France, of course. In 1937, Germany annexed Austria. At the same time, Nicholas II, having ruled for almost forty-three years, died. His young grandson, Alexander IV, was on the throne. The heir Alexei managed to get married, have 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. An elderly, but generally experienced Tsar. Incidentally, it was he who carried out the general leadership of the capture of Japan, and had the rank of Grand Marshal, a type of Generalissimo.
  Regent Mikhail Romanov continued the course toward 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 English colonies. And Italy moved into Africa.
  The war was developing quite successfully. The Russians captured all British and French possessions in Asia in three months. And then they landed in Australia. Russia also advanced in Africa.
  The Germans, after quickly defeating France and occupying Belgium and Holland, began an air offensive against Britain. It was not very successful until Russian aviation entered the war.
  And Britain got really bad. And they bombed everything they could. Russian troops conquered Australia quickly. And they captured Africa more slowly, not so much because of the resistance of English and French troops, but because of the great distances and the lack of roads.
  Britain was not captured in 1940, but in the summer of 1941, a landing took place and the British were finally finished off.
  Then came the war with the USA. Roosevelt carelessly got into the fight, and belatedly. And Tsarist Russia wanted to get Alaska back.
  But not only that... In the winter of 1941-1942, the Tsar's troops crossed the ice into the territory of the United States and started fighting there.
  The Russian troops have superiority in both quantity and quality.
  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 attack from Russia and Germany, the United States held out until October 8, when they capitulated after the fall of New York and Washington.
  Thus ended the Second World War. 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.
  The world was re-divided. Tsarist Russia annexed all the colonies of Britain and France in Asia and the Pacific Ocean, as well as Australia. Alaska, most of Canada and the USA became Russian, and only a small part went to Germany. Most of Africa became Russian. But the Germans grabbed some of the French, Belgian, Portuguese, and Spanish colonies.
  The Germans also captured Denmark and Norway. And Sweden was divided with Russia. France, Belgium, Holland, Spain, Portugal, entered into a special union of states, the Mark zone. The Nazis occupied them with troops, although they retained formal puppet governments. The same thing happened in Denmark and Norway with part of Sweden.
  Russia gained control over Britain. Since Tsar Alexander IV was related to the English kings, he was recognized as the monarch of Britain.
  Italy gained some possessions in Africa and strengthened its position in Ethiopia.
  Tsarist Russia is undoubtedly the most powerful and vast empire in the world. But the Third Reich is also strong. And a temporary peace pause has set in. New acquisitions need to be digested. Regent Michael even took a not unprecedented step - 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.
  What a good idea! Alexander IV even married twice in his youth to set an example for his subjects. So the situation stabilized.
  Mikhail died in 1947, and Tsar Alexander actually took over the reign. And he, too, had succeeded so far. But Hitler was not satisfied with the land, and the mad Fuhrer dreamed of world domination.
  And so on April 20, 1955, a great war began against Tsarist Russia. The Third Reich and Italy, where Mussolini's son, Jr., already ruled, attacked the empire of Tsar Alexander IV.
  The Third World War began. Argentina, Brazil, Venezuela, Mexico, and a number of Latin American countries also sided with the Third Reich. And the Third World War began...
  
  
  ROKOSSOVSKY'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 send the 2nd Guards Army and other reserves against Paulus, in order to destroy them before Meinstein arrived. 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! We will celebrate Catholic Christmas in Stalingrad!"
  Stalin agreed that the politicians were the first and ordered to attack Paulus and hold off Meinstein for now. But as a result of this spontaneous decision, the following happened. In December, Paulus's troops, still relatively combat-ready and relying on powerful defensive structures, put up stubborn resistance and were able to hold their positions. And on December 25, Meinstein broke through a corridor to Stalingrad a little further south.
  And fierce battles broke out. Hitler ordered to hold the bridgehead on the Volga at any cost, Stalin to recapture Stalingrad at any cost. The battles began to rage, as during the storming of Stalingrad by the Germans, but now with the exact opposite effect.
  Soviet troops broke through, and the Germans desperately fought back.
  The most stubborn battles continued for three and a half months. More and more reserves entered the battle. Ultimately, by the end of March, the Germans were driven out of Stalingrad, forcing them to retreat to the Don. But the losses of the Soviet troops were 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 Fritzes than in real history. Since the fascists did not fall into cauldrons and fought in more favorable defensive conditions for themselves. And this helped them hold the front line on more favorable lines for themselves.
  Yes, the Allies acted less decisively in Africa. The absence of a catastrophe for the Germans in the east gave rise to uncertainty and disagreement in their ranks. The Americans, fearing great losses, behaved passively, and the British alone did not have enough strength.
  Therefore, the fascists still held a foothold in Tunisia and did not have to worry about Italy.
  And on July 6, a new offensive by the fascists began near Stalingrad. This time, however, the Fritzes turned out to be more cunning, and did not risk attacking the city itself, as the Soviet command expected, but moved their armored pincers further south. And they were able to break through the defense line.
  Advancing, Mainstein reached the Volga a hundred kilometers south of Stalingrad, then turned south. This was a daring and unexpected maneuver. In addition, in offensive battles, the Tiger demonstrated its formidable power as a breakthrough tank with strong protection of the sides and rear.
  The Soviet command belatedly tried to respond with a counterattack, on a strongly fortified strip. Tank battles unfolded, where for the first time the "Panther" showed its power in defense and action in ambush. The Germans skillfully parried the counterattacks of the Soviet troops, with their newest tanks. The "Ferdinand" also showed itself well.
  But the numerical superiority was still on the side of the USSR. The Germans were unable to advance far and were forced to stop. The situation on the Volga seemed to have frozen. But in Chechnya, an anti-Soviet rebellion flared up. And the city of Grozny was taken as a result of a double blow, with the fall of the Terek Gate of the Caucasus. The situation became extremely tense. Turkey began to stir. One of the Ottoman generals turned out to be a German agent. He simply ordered his corps to attack Soviet troops without permission, thus confronting the leadership with the fact of being drawn into the war. Churchill and Roosevelt kept silent, and thirty Turkish divisions numbering about a million soldiers went on the offensive.
  This treacherous blow in the back, and at the same time the squeezing of the supply artery along the Volga, significantly aggravated the situation.
  Meinstein, having repelled the Soviet troops' attempts to push him back from the Volga, tried to develop an offensive. Then the Soviet command threw units 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. Meanwhile, the situation in the Caucasus was getting worse. The Turks surrounded Yerevan and almost completely captured Batumi. There were very few Soviet reserves in Transcaucasia; fifteen German divisions, after taking Grozny, continued moving south, approaching and surrounding Tbilisi.
  Unexpectedly, Stalin ordered an offensive in the center, the third Rzhev-Sychovsk operation. But the Germans were ready for this, and insufficient forces were allocated to carry out such a decisive offensive. The situation was aggravated by Japan's entry into the war. True, the samurai did not attack the USSR itself, but launched an offensive against Mongolia. But the Soviet command, of course, in response transferred troops and entered into battle with the Japanese. The blow was aimed at a six-hundred-thousand-strong Japanese army fist, and it was necessary to urgently transfer another twenty-five divisions to the Far East, weakening their forces opposing the Fritzes.
  As luck would have it, the Allies stuck to a wait-and-see tactic, even reducing the intensity of bombing 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 their chestnuts out of the fire. And they 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 were very favorable to the Germans. They would be given all prisoners of war for free, and the Russians would be taken back for a substantial ransom. In addition, the USSR was obliged to supply the Third Reich with oil and oil products, as well as a number of categories of raw materials for free during the truce.
  Hitler, after thinking it over, decided to accept Stalin's offer. The armistice was concluded 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 hot spot and a springboard for a Nazi invasion.
  On November 25, 1943, superior German forces under the command of Meinstein began to storm Gibraltar. Franco received an ultimatum demanding that the fascists be allowed to pass, or else he would be overthrown. The fierce assault lasted three days and three nights. In it, the Germans first used a new device: the Sturmtiger, armed with a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. This machine simply tore the English positions to pieces, and exterminated the enemy in geometric progression.
  Gibraltar is the key to control of the Mediterranean and both sides understood it. Unfortunately, the Germans had more opportunities to concentrate their forces. And the fortress fell.
  The fighting at sea also intensified. The production of submarines in the Third Reich exceeded forty units per month and continued to increase. Allied losses at sea were growing. And in Africa, a real war was unfolding. The German "Panthers" and "Tigers" demonstrated their superiority over the enemy. The German offensive, consisting of a group of thirty divisions, began with an invasion from Morocco, and twenty-five divisions, with a strike on Algeria...
  New Year 1944 found everyone when the fighting was in full swing...
  At the end of January 1944, a large cauldron of American and British troops formed in Algeria. And these forces simply surrendered after relatively weak resistance. Then, the Germans, together with the Italians, invaded Libya. A new African swing arose. Rommel's group advanced toward Egypt, and Mainstein's toward the Niger loop.
  The Germans were armed with the Panther-2, which had more powerful armor and a gun, as well as a 900-horsepower engine. And the Americans began to receive the Sherman M4 tank. Stalin, in turn, rearmed his tank fists with the T-34-85 and IS-2. Another German tank, the Tiger-2, turned out to be obsolete from the moment it was launched into serial production. Having equal armament to the Panther-2 and being twenty-one tons heavier, the German mastodon Tiger-2 was only slightly superior to its younger colleague in armor, while being significantly inferior in both driving performance and technical reliability.
  But the newest jet fighter ME-262 had no equal, neither in armament, nor in speed. So its qualitative superiority had to compensate for the quantitative advantage of the allies. In general, a large number of aircraft in the Western coalition troops could not give a decisive advantage on the battlefield. German aces were superior in skill to their Western colleagues and this affected the statistics of air battles. And the Nazis' anti-aircraft artillery was at its best. In addition, the allies were let down by the indecisiveness of their command, which introduced forces into battle in parts, because of which they suffered many losses. And it was inconvenient to be stationed in Africa.
  By mid-March, Rommel had captured Libya and reached El Aman. Here the British had a powerful defensive wall. And Montgomery commanded very effectively, especially after receiving reinforcements. But the Germans were not so forgiving. Having brought up additional ammunition and fuel, at the end of April the Germans made a flanking maneuver through the desert and reached the upper reaches of the Nile, bypassing the British defenses. In May, Alexandria fell and the Germans reached the Suez Canal. Turkey invaded Syria and Palestine.
  June became a turning point in the battle for the Middle East. More than seventy German divisions and twenty Turkish ones entered it. The British and Americans were routed. And in July, Saudi Arabia came under the control of the Third Reich, and the fascist troops entered Iran, where they moved meeting only local resistance from the British troops. In August, the Germans, having marched almost a thousand kilometers, entered India. In September, almost all of India was occupied. The local population greeted the Wehrmacht as liberators. And Japan finally acquired a land border with its very strong ally.
  October 1st arrived. The year of the armistice declared with the USSR. The Germans united with the Japanese, captured lands from Morocco to Burma, including India, reached the equator, taking most of Africa. Thus, the Third Reich expanded, but on the other hand, dispersed its troops across the continents.
  During this time, Stalin prepared and formed about three hundred divisions, including tank divisions. And the total number of the Soviet army was brought up to eleven million, of which eight could be used on the Soviet German front. But the Wehrmacht also became stronger, although it was sharply increasing the number of foreign divisions. In addition, the power of jet aviation grew. The ME-262 was already being produced in thousands of thirty to forty machines per 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-millimeter cannons plus rockets made the machine a very serious opponent for any aircraft.
  The Panther-2 proved to be a tank without equal in terms of its overall characteristics, significantly surpassing the Shermans M4 and T-34-85 in armament and armor. True, with a weight of 47 tons, but the 900 horsepower engine more than compensated for this. Moreover, the Panther-2 surpassed the IS-2 in armor-piercing and frontal armor, not to mention its running characteristics.
  This naturally worried Stalin. But the Third Reich was still in the process of formation.
  New foreign and colonial divisions are being created. The development of E-series tanks is approaching, with even more powerful engines, thicker armor and powerful weapons. And new models of aircraft are being created. The fascists already have the Arado jet bomber in serial production, and the HE-162 has appeared. And the Wehrmacht's advantage will increase.
  Therefore, Stalin had something to think about: whether or not to accept Hitler's proposal to extend the armistice for another year. On the one hand, he did not want to throw his people into the abyss of war again. On the other hand, it was clear that it would be even worse - time was working against the USSR.
  Stalin nevertheless extended the truce. He decided that wise men do not enter into a fight.
  But then the Fuhrer unexpectedly landed in Britain in December 1944. No one expected the Nazis to show up in winter. And they managed to take the British by surprise. Surprise, good organization, very effective small self-propelled guns E-10, all this played into the hands of the Fritzes.
  And literally in a week Britain was captured! This is a colossal achievement of the Wehrmacht!
  London fell! And the Fuhrer imagined himself invincible! Iceland was already captured in March.
  After which the fascists offered America - what do you want: to continue fighting or to divide the spheres of influence? After Roosevelt"s death, a pragmatic approach prevailed in the USA - the Germans were offered peace. The Fuhrer, however, put forward a number of harsh conditions - including the payment of reparations and compensation for the bombing of German cities.
  The Americans hesitated a little, but after another cruel defeat at sea, they resigned themselves. And accepted Hitler's conditions.
  The Fuhrer took a short break from the war... Digesting what he had won and strengthening his positions in Europe, Africa and Asia.
  But on May 1, 1947, the Nazis, having built up their strength and relying on the main tank E-75 - the most widely produced 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 really loved big machines. 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 was not very fast and often broke down. The powerful 128-mm cannon had a smaller supply of shells and a lower rate of fire than the 88-mm.
  The turret had good protection - 252 mm front, 160 mm sides at an angle, but the hull was worse - 160 mm front, albeit at an angle of 45 degrees, only 120 mm side, and quite high.
  Overall, the E-75 was a considerably grown-up "Royal Tiger", with certain problems because of this. However, in fairness it should be noted that the engine and transmission were located together, which compacted the tank layout. In addition, it was possible to strengthen the hull protection with shields in field conditions.
  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 formed engine, developed a speed of over sixty kilometers per hour. And had a gun of 88 mm and 100 EL barrel length. Moreover, it made 12 shots per minute. The frontal armor of the E-50 hull is almost like 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 heavier vehicle more widely available. And in general, the Fuhrer banned the production of tanks lighter than fifty tons. To save Aryan blood. Only a small number of E-10 and E-5 for reconnaissance were produced.
  There was also the E-100 tank. And several of its modifications, including one with a bomb launcher.
  The Fuhrer actually loved everything big. The TA-400 in its jet modification became the most mass-produced bomber. Yes, it is a terrible power.
  The Ju-488 had barely entered service when it was deemed obsolete and was replaced by a jet-powered counterpart. The Germans had tailless bombers, the B-2 and B-18. These were also very effective machines, capable of bombing the US from Europe.
  And what wasn't there in the air. Even flying discs appeared, which, due to the laminar flow, are invulnerable to small arms.
  In short, the forces are unequal. And Hitler expects to easily finish off the USSR.
  But it was not here. True, in the Caucasus, the Nazis advanced together with the Turks. They captured Baku, Yerevan, and all the oil wells. And from the east, having captured Primorye and besieged Vladivostok, Japan advanced.
  But four girls: Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina and Svetlana challenged the fascists and, when the great offensive on Moscow began, entered the battle.
  Natasha fired a burst and threw a lethal grenade with her bare foot. She scattered the fascists and chirped:
  - Glory to Soviet Russia!
  Zoya also took and mowed down a line of Fritzes. And with her bare toes she threw gifts of death. She laid down a mass of fascists.
  And she sang:
  - To new successes!
  Then Augustine is on the move. She crushed the enemies. She scattered them with powerful blows of her fists in different directions. And also with her bare foot she will launch a gift of destruction.
  And he will sing:
  - We will destroy the onslaught of the evil horde!
  And here is Svetlana on the attack. She cut down a lot of Nazis. And after that her bare toes launched a killer present again.
  And the warrior hissed:
  - I'm a super champion!
  Four warriors really did the job of a whole division. But one division, and even four, is too little against the entire Wehrmacht. Especially with more powerful and sophisticated weapons.
  So by the end of August the Nazis had surrounded Moscow. And that was very sad. And by the end of December 1947 the capital of the USSR had fallen. And another stage of the war had ended.
  After which it was not the same as before.... During 1948, Hitler's troops, together with the Japanese, completely captured the entire territory of the USSR. And it got even worse...
  The fascists waged war against the partisans for some time and caught Stalin, who stubbornly refused to reconcile. After the leader of the USSR was finally destroyed in April 1951, the partisan war began to wane.
  The Germans formed their own puppet Russian government and fought the partisans with local forces. And they succeeded... The US remained overseas for now and acquired nuclear weapons.
  Hitler delayed his march on America for too long. And the US was able to establish serial production of atomic and then hydrogen bombs. And then they created ballistic missiles, although later than the Germans.
  Neither side decided to go to war. There was a division of spheres of influence. The US, Germany and Japan had captured a lot and were therefore digesting their possessions.
  Hitler died on April 20, 1957, on his sixty-eighth birthday. He was succeeded by Regent Schellenberg, who replaced the ousted Himmler. And Goering died of drug abuse.
  Schellenberg carried out partial liberalization in the occupied territories. And introduced more self-government in the colonies. Censorship also became softer. Others appeared besides the Nazi party.
  Schellenberg began to soften the racist theory. Little by little, developing on the rails of capitalism and at the same time according to plan, the economy of the Third Reich increased the standard of living.
  The partisan army was waning. People were getting used to 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 resolved and the birth rate was regulated.
  After Schellenberg, Kleiman ruled. He also continued liberalization.
  The Third Reich became a multi-party democratic empire. But separating from it was impossible.
  Japan also experienced democratization. And America has long been a democracy.
  Here in the Third Reich after Kleiman they elected a new president. And it was - Natasha Rostova. Which is really cool!
  And the era of democratization and equality has arrived.
  The warrior even began to sing;
  Our people will not endure suffering,
  Let the guns roar - the hellish voice of war!
  We will stand: with exclamations of hope,
  Shoulder to shoulder: united, old and young!
    
  Raising bayonets with calloused hands,
  The stern look of the fighters - just guys!
  The earth turned grey from grief,
  The girls are timidly fiddling with their braids!
    
  We are the children of the glorious Soviet people,
  We cannot be broken, neither by steel nor by fire!
  Let's fight with all our might for freedom!
  I believe we will defeat the flock of fascism!
    
  Even though they didn"t take me into service, I"m bitterly disappointed,
  But the pioneer was going into battle himself!
  The tie is ablaze - all eyes are revealed in it,
  In the glorious footsteps of the Bolsheviks!
    
  The crowd of soldiers ran into the attack with fury,
  The fascists are silent, the roar of the guns is broken!
  The power of metal crushed the reds,
  The pierced flag with the swastika drooped!
    
  Our batteries knew exactly where they were,
  Why? The boy is brave,
  Even though the lumps of snow tormented me painfully and angrily,
  When he was barefoot at night, he walked with a bag!
    
  When you're small, it's easier to scout things out, simpler,
  You can stick your nose into any crack!
  You took the oath in the cold, in the grove,
  But someone laughed: the guy is not mature enough!
    
  The girls, too, didn't know cowardice,
  They fought no worse than the brave boys!
  On vacation, we danced as a couple,
  They chatted sparingly - it's a pity to waste words!
    
  Cruel Hitler is Satan's servant,
  The bastard killed countless people!
  But the liberator will crush the horde,
  There is no limit to the power of advice!
    
  The Communist Party loved and raised,
  For that, we brave pioneers!
  So that they don"t tolerate the Fritz-master,
  So that you don"t put a yoke on yourself!
    
  We were taught to believe in dreams,
  And do not spare efforts for the country!
  What we have suffered is simply beyond measure,
  Sons of our native Soviet army!
    
  None of us cited age,
  To feel sorry for yourself is to disrespect others!
  Dying is scary, but I wasn't afraid,
  Invincible Rus' - the army of the Soviets!
    
  And a happy world will come to Earth,
  There will be no pain, tears, sorrow, need!
  The banner of communism is flying over the entire planet,
  Those who have fallen will be resurrected in the kingdom of beauty!
  
  
  TEAR THE FURER TO PIECES
  The Fuhrer deviated slightly from real history by ordering Rommel to attack the British without pause after the capitulation of the Tolbuk garrison, thereby not allowing them to settle down in defense, and to occupy previously prepared lines.
  Continuing the offensive, Rommel was able, despite significantly inferior forces, to defeat the British, and the colonial troops surrendered almost without a fight.
  As a result, the British lost Egypt and control over the Suez Canal. But that was not the end of the troubles for the anti-Hitler coalition.
  The Führer did not turn the fourth tank army to the south, and in addition, he entrusted the attack on Stalingrad to the hero of the Crimea, Meinstein. 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 consolidate their position there.
  Building on their success, Mainstein's troops 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 had also won the Battle of Midway before this, and captured the Hawaiian archipelago.
  And so the samurai opened a second front in the Far East. They attacked with large masses of infantry. And they were able to cut off Vladivostok and take Khabarovsk, and also 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 the 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 that the USA was working on creating an atomic bomb. And, worried about this, he agreed to a separate peace with the USSR. But of course, taking everything that had already been conquered, as well as Leningrad and all of Karelia, including Arkhangelsk. A large tribute was imposed on Soviet Russia. Japan occupied the Primorye region and part of other lands in the Far East.
  Stalin, realizing the hopelessness of waging a war on two fronts, and also fearing the new German tanks - the Panther and Tiger - accepted the extremely difficult peace terms, but retained Moscow and his personal power.
  And the Fritzes continued their offensive in Africa and moved on to India. Initially, they planned to take all the colonies from Britain and then capture the mother country.
  The British were unable to hold on in Africa. The fascists occupied the entire black continent with extremely weak resistance, as well as India, joining forces with the Japanese.
  The landing in Britain took place in June 1944, by which time the Germans had developed jet aviation and, due to their qualitative superiority, had completely seized control of the sea and the air.
  America was also losing to the Japanese, as they were beating the Yankee fleet piecemeal. And this allowed them to compensate for their lower economic potential.
  Britain in the metropolis was quickly defeated. And after that a new pro-German king and a government headed by Mosley were installed there. Most of the ships of the English fleet went over to the Third Reich. In August the Germans captured Ireland, and in September Operation Icarus took place, with the capture of Iceland.
  In this way, the Third Reich protected itself from US bombing.
  But this was not enough for the Fuhrer, and the Fritzes began to attack America as well.
  Some of the troops were transferred to Argentina and Brazil, while others 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 encountered new German E-series tanks, which were significantly superior to the Shermans and even the Pershings. Hitler's E-75 turned out to be virtually impenetrable from any angle by American guns, and quickly became the main German tank. In March 1946, the United States capitulated.
  And a temporary military pause arose. Stalin sat quietly for now and did not stir.
  Hitler rested for five years and digested his possessions. And then he finally went and attacked Japan on April 20, 1951. It turned out that she had too many possessions.
  The war lasted eight months and ended with the capture of Japan and all its colonies.
  After which the Fuhrer carried out several more operations in Latin America and captured Spain and Portugal, and other neutral countries.
  Türkiye was also conquered.
  It turned out that the Third Reich empire was created, almost worldwide. But there still remained a truncated USSR.
  Stalin died in March 1953, and then Beria was shot. Nikita Khrushchev seized power. He organized the 20th Congress with the exposure of the personality cult of Stalin, and also the shameful loss of the war.
  And Hitler made a decision:
  - To capture the last independent power in the world.
  And so on May 1, 1956, the great offensive of the enormous, worldwide army of the Third Reich against the USSR began. Again war and much bloodshed.
  Hitler had just recently turned sixty-seven, but the cannibal did not want to calm down.
  The border was not far from Moscow - only two hundred and twenty kilometers at the shortest distance. Rzhev was already a German city. So the Fritzes expected to take the capital of the USSR before the summer and finally complete the consolidation of the empire on a planetary scale.
  But four girls, led by Natasha, stood 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 and began to storm it.
  In front were the German pyramidal tanks of the AG series. They were powerful and completely invulnerable to Soviet guns, when firing from all angles.
  But the fascists were unlucky in this case: 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. It hit the caterpillar of a German pyramidal tank. As a result, the vehicle jerked 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 it hit the tracks of Hitler's pyramidal mastodon. The defeated one turned and rammed its neighbor. And again two tanks exploded.
  Zoya squeals:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Then Augustine leads the fire. She also threw something very lethal with her bare foot. And she hit the German machine in the track. And as a result, Hitler's tanks collided again.
  And the red-haired devil sang:
  - We will not be slaves,
  Let's throw it barefoot!
  And then Svetlana fired at the enemy. And so accurately and precisely. And also with the help of her bare toes. And the fascist cars collided. And how they exploded.
  And Svetlana will sing:
  - Glory to my Fatherland!
  Girls, fight more boldly!
  Natasha throws the grenade again with her bare foot and pushes two German tanks, exclaiming:
  - Glory to Stalin!
  Zoya also throws something lethal with her bare toes and exclaims at the top of her lungs:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Augustina kicked the grenade with her bare heel, pushed the mastodons of the Nazis and squealed:
  - To 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!
  The girls fought with the pyramid machines, very well indeed. But what can be done against such large forces? And so the Nazis completely surrounded Kalinin and the warriors had to break out of the encirclement.
  During May, the Germans captured Saratov, Kuibyshev, Tula, Penza, and completely surrounded Moscow, besieging the city from all sides.
  And so in June the storming of the capital took place.
  The brave four are fighting again, and they are fighting desperately.
  Natasha fired a burst, 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 squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - The new Stalin is my idol!
  Then Augustine fires, and also actively shoots. And with her bare toes she throws a grenade, and roars:
  - There will be new victories! New fighters will rise!
  Then Svetlana shoots, mows down her opponents. And with her bare foot she throws the lethal weapon at her opponents, howling:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  The four fought desperately in Moscow. But the forces were unequal. The city was literally overwhelmed by hordes, all sorts of black, yellow, brown fighters were used like cannon fodder.
  And so on July 3, Moscow finally fell... By this time, the Germans had taken Kazan, and Ulyanovsk, and the city of Gorky, and Ryazan, and in general the lands up to the Uralsk River, and were already storming Orenburg.
  Large forces were also advancing from the east. On July 4, 1956, Nikita Khrushchev offered capitulation to the Third Reich in exchange for guarantees of his own safety and that of other members of the Politburo.
  Hitler agreed to this... The war was ending, having lasted a little more than two months. And the balance of power had been hopeless from the very beginning.
  However, the four girls did not resign themselves to defeat. Since the USSR had already been completely captured, maybe they should just go 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, wearing only shorts, set off for Hitler"s residence, which he had chosen 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 in the attack.
  Oleg Rybachenko threw the pulsar with his bare, childish foot, scattered the fascists and squeaked:
  - For the greatness of Russia!
  Natasha released lightning from her navel, burning the Fritzes, and with her bare toes launched a fireball, burning the Nazis and singing:
  - For a new Rus'!
  Zoya is also on the attack. With her bare toes she throws a killer present. And bares her chest, spitting lightning from it!
  After which she sang:
  - May Rus' be famous!
  Augustine also bared her breasts. She threw the pulsar off her scarlet nipple. And with her bare toes she emitted lightning.
  And she sang:
  - The first falcon is Lenin, the second falcon is Stalin!
  And here is Svetlana on the attack. As if with bare toes she will throw out a pulsar... She will destroy the fascists. And then lightning from a scarlet nipple. And mow down a mass of Nazis.
  And he will sing:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack again. He chops down fascists with magic swords and shoots lightning with his bare toes.
  And the boy shouts:
  - The greatness of the country!
  Natasha, crushing the Nazis with swords and throwing hellish pulsars with her bare feet, squeals:
  - We are children of Satan!
  And from the girl's bare heel a deadly bubble flew off. And melted everyone.
  Zoya is also on the attack. She crushes everyone with her swords. And she pours fiery lightning from her scarlet nipples on the Fritzes. And she throws hellish pulsars with her bare toes.
  At the same time he roars:
  - For the faithful Fatherland!
  Augustine is also on the attack. And her ruby nipples are working, spewing cascades of lightning. And her hands are chopping opponents with swords. And her bare toes are throwing pulsars.
  The fiery beauty screams:
  - For the Black God!
  And here Svetlana is on the offensive. Also a terminator girl. Lightning and pulsars flew out of her strawberry nipples. They burned everything around the girl. The fascists and the knights of the Third Reich suffered especially.
  And the girl just goes and yells:
  - 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 after Hitler. In fact, this morel managed to live in this world for sixty-seven years. And so the five terminators decided: that Hitler had enough and they would kill him! So the girls and the boy move.
  Oleg chops down the fascists with swords, and throws energy clots with his bare feet, and sings:
  - Glory to great Rus'!
  Natasha, using the scarlet nipples of her breasts, as well as chopping down the Nazis with swords, and throwing pulsars with her bare toes, screams:
  - For White Rus'!
  Zoya is on a wild attack. She also chops with swords and throws lightning at the fascists with her scarlet nipples. And she roars to herself:
  - May the White God grant victory!
  And with bare feet, like a pulsar, he will start it.
  And here is Augustina on the offensive. So furious and swift. She also pours lightning from her scarlet nipples, as if from a cornucopia. And she crushes the fascists with her swords. And with her bare toes she throws out something burning.
  After which the redhead will sing:
  - The Black God will give victory!
  And in the offensive against the Nazis, Svetlana. She also chops them with swords. She pours lightning from her ruby nipples, and launches striking pulsars with her bare feet.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to Svarog!
  The five are raging, turning over tanks, destroying Hitler's bunkers, etc. Destroying opponents like locusts.
  Oleg is on the offensive. The boy will cut like swords. And throw with bare toes of his children's feet. And lay down the fascists without any problems.
  And then he will sing:
  - Yes, Great Rus'! I am for you!
  Natasha is also on the offensive. She crushes the fascists. She throws pulsars with her bare feet. She spews lightning in cascades with her scarlet nipples.
  And he sings to himself:
  - The greatness of Russia, Svarog is my messiah!
  Zoya is on a wild attack. She's also raining down lightning. And her ruby nipples are twitching like surf buoys from the energy flows.
  And bare toes click fiery clots of pulsars.
  Zoya screams:
  - Glory to space Russia!
  And as if with a bare heel he takes it and gives it a sweeping blow of destruction.
  And here in the battle is Augustina. She also throws destructive and lethal weapons at the enemy with her bare toes. And her crimson nipples, like a machine gun, unleash streams of frantic energy and destruction on the enemy. That redhead, how she thrashes the fascists. You'll literally fall in love with her.
  And how he hits with his bare heel!
  And he will roar:
  - For the strength and wisdom of the Black Russian God1
  And then Svetlana is on the attack. She also crushes the fascists with swords. And with her scarlet nipples she spews gifts of death. And then she starts singing:
  - Glory to our great Rus'.
  And with his bare heel he will hit the enemy with a pulsar. And with swords he will take and chop...
  Yes, the five are really good at mowing down Hitler's guards. These are really the girls.
  And the boy with him, Oleg Rybachenko, is so cool! And he exterminates fascists very smartly.
  This is a terminator kid.
  He'll chop with swords. And he'll spin around and cut down the Nazis with swords. And throw a pulsar with his bare feet.
  And he will roar:
  - For the greatness of Europe!
  And here is Natasha on the offensive. So furious. And she also releases pulsars from her scarlet nipples. And crushes the fascists. And throws such deadly pulsars with her 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 her swords. And she cut their skin into a drum. Or more accurately into a sieve. And she will give the Nazis a kick with her bare heel. And from her scarlet nipples, she will charge them with streams of energy. And the Nazis have a very painful time.
  And Zoya shouts to herself:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  And then Augustina became even more active. She also launched pulsars with her bare toes. And from her scarlet nipples, as if she would scare off lightning. And as from a bare heel, she would release a pulsar, a burning lightning.
  And he will shout:
  - The mercy of the Black God is with us!
  And the red-haired devil will take it and hit the enemy.
  And here in the attack is Svetlana. A girl who is simply a flower of bright color.
  It confidently burns the fascists. And from its ruby nipples it sends such machine-gun bursts. That it can set the entire universe on fire. And they did, they set all the Nazis on fire.
  Hitler will have a hard time if he has such a powerful force against him.
  And then Svetlana screamed:
  - And the love of the White God is with us!
  The Five moves forward. Crushes the fascists without any mercy. And shows hellish extermination. Whoever dares to stand in the way of such girls will die.
  Oleg is on the offensive. The boy is getting closer and closer to Hitler's office. How he wildly smashes it with swords. And the child's bare feet send pulsars.
  The fascists were unlucky to get involved with such dashing girls and a guy.
  Here Natasha will release such a fiery haze from her scarlet nipples. And she burns so many fascists. This girl is a real terminator.
  And here's how he'll throw a lethal weapon at his enemy with his bare toes. And it'll hit him hard.
  After which Natasha will squeak:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. She will give a fiery stream from her strawberry nipples. And she will beat her opponents. And she will give burst after burst. And she will take and shoot at the enemy with her scarlet nipples.
  And with bare toes, he will hit the enemy.
  After which he will sing:
  - Glory to our Earth!
  Next in Augustine's offensive. Also in a wild offensive. He batters his opponents. And with his scarlet nipples he throws very hot disks at the enemies. They literally burn the Nazis to ashes.
  And the warrior roars:
  - For a great victory!
  And here is Svetlana in the attack. So furious and aggressive. She covers the Fritzes with her bare feet. And from her strawberry nipples, as she releases, something quite deadly.
  And he will take the fascists and burn them to dust.
  The girl took it and cried:
  - For the strong Russian gods!
  The five of them broke through to the Fuhrer's office. Hitler had grown old. His hair had turned grey and his forehead was balding. He was a short man. He fell to his knees in front of the girls and the boy.
  Natasha thrust her bare, bloody foot at him and shouted:
  - Kiss the dog!
  Hitler kissed in fear...
  Zoya also made the Fuhrer kiss her bare heel. Hitler was conquered.
  Then he kissed Augustine's bare, rough sole. She cooed contentedly.
  Svetlana also had to kiss his bare foot. The Fuhrer's girls then grabbed him by his arms and legs. And with a jerk - they tore him into four parts.
  And Hitler, from pain shock, just on August 9, 1956, just up and died.
  The reign of the greatest criminal of all times and nations, who had captured the entire world, has ended.
  The successor of the great and bloody dictator was Schellenberg, who replaced Himmler. And the most capable of Hitler's sons, obtained through artificial insemination, was declared the formal heir.
  But... The struggle for power began, Schellenberg was overthrown by Meinstein and bloody showdowns ensued.
  
  HELL TERMINATOR PAPERCLIP
  One of the German experts discovered in the spring of 1942 that German counterfeit documents used stainless steel paper clips, while Russians used only simple iron. And then he reported this to the high command.
  After which this nuance was taken into account, and German agents began to fail much less often.
  And as a result, the Fritzes discovered the plans for an offensive on the flanks near Stalingrad. And they regrouped the troops. When the offensive began on November 19, the Red Army encountered a very strong defense. And on the day of the offensive, the weather was not suitable for flying, and this put the aviation out of action and reduced the effect of the artillery preparation.
  The Germans were able to hold out then, but the fighting lasted more than a month without any particular success for the Red Army.
  In Africa, things went a little differently. Rommel received more reinforcements from Europe, and was able to conduct a magnificent offensive against the American. More than one hundred and fifty thousand poorly trained and inexperienced American soldiers were captured. And Rommel's troops also captured Algeria and Morocco.
  After which the US 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 repelled the Red Army's offensive near Leningrad, and a new attempt to attack near Stalingrad, and in the Rzhev-Sychovsk direction. The spring passed relatively calmly. Having failed to achieve success in the winter, the USSR was accumulating its forces. And the Germans were advancing in Africa and the Middle East. After the fall of Egypt, they captured Iraq and Kuwait. Part of Syria was occupied by Turkey, which entered the war with Britain.
  In the summer, too, there was a lull on the Eastern Front. The Nazis were advancing in Sudan and had advanced to Iran and the Middle East. Only in August did Stalin's troops try to advance near Stalingrad. But again they were bogged down in tough German defense.
  The Panther, which had an armor-piercing, accurate and rapid-fire gun, proved itself especially well 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, joining up with the Japanese.
  In winter, the Red Army hardly advanced. Stalin was testing the possibilities of peace. And the Germans were digesting the English colonies. Churchill fell ill, and feeling insecure, he went and concluded a truce with the Germans after the loss of the colonies. This untied the hands of the fascists in the east.
  And in May 1944, the Wehrmacht offensive began in the direction of the Caspian Sea.
  The battles involved "Panthers"-2 and "Tigers"-2. These machines showed their power, but the main thing was jet aviation, which had no equal. In particular, ME-262 and HE-162.
  And they recruited many Arabs, Africans, and Indians into the infantry. They rushed forward like cannon fodder.
  Well, if we're going to fight, then fight!
  The enemy, throwing corpses, broke through to the Caspian Sea, and denied the Caucasus by land. And also from the south the Turks and Rommel's troops struck.
  Total mess...
  The Wehrmacht launched an offensive with over three hundred divisions, mostly foreigners, and achieved significant success.
  Although the Red Army fought heroically.
  Especially the four girls, Natasha, Zoya, Augustina, and Svetlana.
  They were especially dashing in throwing gifts 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 Fritzes also captured Saratov and Kuibyshev, advancing from the south. And also Uralsk, Guryev and approached Orenburg.
  They stopped in winter. There was a temporary lull. Only in Orenburg itself were there battles. And this city became legendary again. They remembered the era of Yemelyan Pugachev.
  The Fuhrer tried for some time to negotiate a final peace with the USA and Britain. They continued the war with Japan. Although without success. The Samurai won several victories at sea.
  In the spring of 1945, on April 20, Operation Kremlin began, with an offensive on Moscow.
  The battles were very fierce. The Germans were drawn into bloody battles. The Soviet troops fought heroically. Nevertheless, in three months of stubborn battles, using jet aircraft, the latest tanks of the "E" series, the Germans surrounded Moscow. In other directions, they managed to take Tambov, Penza, Ulyanovsk, and achieve an advance to Ufa.
  In August, Ryazan fell, and the gap with Moscow widened even further.
  Stalin offered peace on any terms. The Fuhrer ignored it. But Moscow held out until December, when it was finally taken.
  By the end of the year, the Fritzes also captured Gorky and Kazan.
  After the winter break, in May 1946, the Fritzes moved to the Urals. The fighting was no longer as intense. Many generals betrayed and surrendered without a fight. Stalin himself suffered a stroke and was not as combat-ready.
  After the capture of Sverdlovsk, the government of the USSR moved to Novosibirsk.
  But the Wehrmacht army was hot on their heels.
  During the year, cities were captured. After Novosibirsk was taken by storm, Stalin agreed to capitulate in exchange for personal safety.
  And soon Japan and the USA also concluded a peace agreement. Britain and America eventually recognized all the Wehrmacht's conquests.
  Hitler, having captured a lot of territory, created his own colonial empire, together with the Japanese.
  But he did not have long to reign supreme. On April 20, 1957, the witch girls decided to carry out an operation against the Fuhrer. Four witches attacked the residence of the already elderly dictator.
  The warriors, in bikinis, held magic swords in their hands, and with their bare feet threw lightning and pulsars.
  Natasha made a mill, cutting through the fascists and threw a clot of energy with the toes of her bare foot, shouting:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Zoya slashed with her magic swords. She ripped open the Nazis' bellies and chirped:
  - To new frontiers!
  And with bare toes, as the pulsar is released.
  Then Augustine attacks. He also makes a mill with his magic swords. Then he throws something lethal with his bare feet.
  After which the red harpy says:
  - For the Black God!
  Next in the attack is Svetlana. She also chops with swords and shoots lightning with her bare toes, cutting through the fascists.
  Then Natasha goes on the offensive, cutting down Hitler's bodyguards and shouting:
  - And I'll take a cue and chop up all the fascists!
  And with bare feet like a girl, a pulsar, and it will throw.
  And here comes Zoya on the attack. She'll twirl her swords and cut the meat. And she'll shoot lightning with her bare toes.
  After which he will yell:
  - I am a super girl!
  Next in the offensive of Augustine. He will also spin... And throw a couple of lightning bolts from his chest. And with his bare feet he will throw a pulsar, 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, her bare feet throw out clots of energy, and lightning seems to fly out of her navel.
  The girl will sing:
  - We will chop down the dragon and destroy the Fuhrer!
  Natasha also swings swords during the offensive and chops down fascists. And her bare feet throw deadly projectiles.
  And the coffin drives in Hitler's guards.
  And the girl sings to herself:
  - I am a fighter annihilator,
  And the great terminator...
  Disintegrated an atom at once,
  And head against the wall!
  Zoya is on the offensive, she took it and with her bare toes threw something that would blow your mind.
  And how he sings:
  - Glory to the cosmic distances!
  And again her swords tore the enemies into small fragments and pieces of torn flesh.
  And here Augustine is in motion. How she thrashes the fascists. And pieces of bloody flesh fly in all directions.
  And the girl will also kick the pulsar with her bare foot and roar:
  - I am a great beauty! Whom everyone likes!
  And here is Svetlana on the move. She will also shoot lightning from her navel. And with her bare foot she will throw a pulsar at the fascists. And her swords, well, they are simply executioners.
  After which the girl chirps:
  - Glory to the Fatherland!
  Natasha is in a wild frenzy. She attacks the Fritzes. She cuts them up and throws fiery bubbles with her bare heels.
  And he sings to himself:
  - Glory to our home!
  And she also threw a clot of energy from her navel.
  Zoya makes a mill with her swords. She cuts down a bunch of fascists. And then she throws them at the enemy like bare toes. And scatters the enemies in all directions.
  After which he will sing:
  - Glory to the Russian tsars!
  Here is Augustina in a brutal attack. She chops down her opponents. And here her bare foot will throw lightning... And from her bare navel a pulsar will fly out. And scatter Hitler's bodyguards to the sides.
  After which the red-haired girl sang:
  - You won't get any mercy from me!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive... She chops down her opponents, crushes them. She throws lightning bolts from her navel. And her bare toes sparkle with whole cascades of energy flows.
  And he will sing to himself:
  - Great glory to me,
  I'm cooler than a monkey!
  Natasha is also on the offensive... She will chop like swords. And with her bare feet she will launch a murderous bolt. And here is a lightning bolt flying from her navel.
  After which the girl growls:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland!
  Next comes Zoya. She also crushes enemies. She spews lightning from her mouth. She throws clots of energy from her belly button. And she roars to herself:
  - I'm a throwing champion!
  And she spins her bare feet.
  Then Augustine is on the offensive. She slashes at the fascists with her swords and chops them into small salads. And throws them like a pulsar with her bare feet. And even two lightning bolts from her navel... And a dozen fascists are roasted on the spot!
  The warrior will sing:
  - In the name of our Mother!
  And again, with bare feet, as if a pulsar struck!
  And then Svetlana goes on the offensive. This is the kind of girl that couldn't be cooler. This warrior will take and throw lightning with her bare feet. And bubbles of annihilation will fly out of her belly button. And this is how the warrior will scream:
  - It dawned on me that the woodpecker has a chisel!
  Natasha is on the move. She spun around and a whole dozen fascists were cut down. And the girl released the product of annihilation with her bare toes. A cascade of lightning from her navel, and she sang:
  - My eternal, greatest king in the world!
  And from the girl's bare heel a pulsar flew.
  Zoya continued moving. She took her swords and slashed. She crushed the enemies, winked with her sapphire eyes. And from her navel a pillar of energy. And with her bare feet pulsars of extermination.
  And how he sings:
  - I will be a champion!
  And then in Augustine's movement... Her swords are like mill blades. She chops without embarrassment. And sharp arrows of magical fire fly from her navel. And the girl's bare feet give out such gifts of annihilation.
  And the redhead herself cries:
  - Big championship!
  Svetlana is no gift either. She took the pieces of a broken glass and threw them with her bare feet. And two dozen fascists fell dead. And she would fire a whole burst from her belly button. And she would mow down all the fascists without any problems.
  And winking, he will note:
  - I am a big dream!
  Natasha will spin a triple mill with magic swords. She will take and throw presents with her bare toes. And with her bare heel she will add a few fiery bubbles...
  And from the navel there is a whole cascade of lightning.
  After which he will sing:
  - Laser sword,
  Wants to cut through the enemies!
  Zoya is on a wild attack. And her swords are a real diamond drill. And they crush the Fritzes like a hundred-pound shell. But when the girl's bare feet took and threw something bloody.
  And then it just went and exploded.
  Zoya roared:
  - We are the new champions!
  And here is Augustina in motion. How she chops down enemies. And the swings of her swords cut through everyone.
  And with bare feet, various kinds of gifts of death fly out.
  And Augustina sang:
  - My holy lightning!
  And fire comes out of her mouth!
  And here Svetlana is on the move. She also released a gift of deadly power from her navel.
  After which the girl sang:
  - I am the absolute champion!
  And she took it with her bare feet and sent a pulsar. And from her throat flew the fire of hell. And now her bare heel gave bubbles.
  And from the navel a deadly and murderous lightning bolt flies.
  Natasha also used swords. She chopped up a mass of fascists. And as if from the navel, she released lightning. And she smashed the Fuhrer's bodyguards into small pieces.
  After that he will sing:
  - For the Fatherland and Freedom to the end!
  And with his bare toes he will release something absolutely deadly.
  Zoya, attacking the enemies and baring her teeth, roared:
  - Wild crew! Smash the enemy!
  And he also throws something like that out with his bare feet. And such murderous queues come from his belly button.
  The girl yelped:
  - What a shame!
  And then Augustina moved. She also flashed her emerald eyes. And she poured a bunch of lightning bolts out of her navel. And she launched her bare toes at the enemy.
  And she struck with her swords, yelling:
  - I am above all the world champions!
  And then Svetlana attacks. She thrashes and cuts everyone. And she is such a cool and lively girl. She also literally fires a machine gun burst from her belly button. And she knocks down a lot of fascists. And her bare feet spit out such clots of energy in streams.
  The warrior sang:
  - The goal is close!
  And gathering strength for the throw!
  Well, finally, the four of them burst into Hitler's office. They killed all his guards. And they pulled the number one fascist himself out from under the bed.
  Hitler gurgled:
  - I will give Poland!
  Natasha asked sarcastically:
  - Or maybe the Caucasus?
  The Fuhrer roared:
  - Even two Caucasus, just don"t kill!
  The girls answered in unison:
  - Kiss our feet!
  Hitler, groaning, he had just turned sixty-eight, crawled on his knees and kissed the girls' bare, round heels. They smiled and giggled.
  The Fuhrer kissed each of the girl's dusty and bloody soles three times.
  After which Natasha took Hitler's right hand with her bare toes, Zoya took his left hand, also with her bare foot. Augustina and Svetlana took the Fuhrer's ankles with their bare toes.
  After which the girls will pull the greatest criminal of all times and nations in all directions, and take him and tear him apart.
  And Hitler's arms and legs were torn off, and from the pain shock, the dragon ruler died on the spot.
  That revenge found its killer and the greatest executioner in world history.
  That's the end of the tale, although on this planet it has become a nightmare reality, and whoever listened is a good man!
  
  
  WITCHES AGAINST HITLER
  In 1941, after capturing the island of Crete, Hitler changed his mind about attacking the USSR. The fact that Stalin did not attack Germany during the offensive against Yugoslavia convinced the Fuhrer that there were no plans to attack him from the east.
  Besides, premonitions suggested that there would be no easy victory in the East, and it would be better not to go there.
  The Fritzes reinforced Rommel's group and managed to persuade Turkey to let troops into the Middle East. The British were routed in Egypt and driven out of Iraq and the Middle East. Soon Franco agreed to seize Gibraltar.
  After which the Germans could easily transfer troops to Africa and further to the Middle East.
  India fell. And then, without any problems, the Dark Continent was captured in just six months. And the culmination was the attack on Britain and the landing of troops in the metropolis in November 1942.
  In two weeks England fell. And the Fritzes finally gained a foothold in the Eastern Hemisphere.
  But the war with the USA was still going on. And it dragged on because of the distance by ocean and the difficulties of transporting troops.
  Relying on the resources of Africa, a large part of Asia and Australia, the Germans are building a large navy. Together with Japan, they are also waging submarine warfare.
  The forty-third and forty-fourth years were spent in battles at sea. Iceland and Greenland were captured. And in forty-fifth, already having tanks of the "E" series, the Germans landed in Canada and concentrated their forces in Argentina.
  These were their plans. Although the lengthy communication made it difficult to attack the USA.
  But by September, most of Canada was captured.
  Both German and Japanese troops entered the northern United States.
  But then the Fritzes were met by four girls.
  Monica, Leah, Gertrude and Angelina.
  Four beauties entered the battle. Monica, Leah, Gertrude are blondes, and Angelina is a redhead.
  And let's go, girls, and destroy the huge army of the Third Reich.
  They are firing at themselves with machine guns.
  Here Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and sings:
  - Glory to my strength! They've mowed everyone down!
  Leia fires a burst. She also mows down enemies with a burst, and squeals at the top of her lungs:
  - My army is strong!
  And with his bare foot he throws a gift to death.
  Fiery or red-haired Angelina launches the gift of death with her bare toes and squeaks:
  - My victory!
  And it also gives a turn!
  Then Gertrude, with her bare foot, kicks the gift of death, and howls deafeningly:
  - I'm a champion!
  And again he will launch a deadly burst.
  Monica shoots at the fascist horde again and sings:
  - Glory to my world!
  And with bare toes he throws a deadly gift of death, smashing his opponents.
  Leia is also firing. She is a very accurate girl. And her bare feet are like throwing grenades at the enemy.
  And the girl cries:
  - I am a hyper warrior of the USA!
  Then Angelina shoots. She does it very accurately. And from her bare toes flies a deadly gift.
  And the beautiful girl cries:
  - I will be the absolute world champion!
  And how the warrior will show her long tongue!
  And then Gertrude tried. And also as if she would give a turn. And then with her bare toes she would throw a gift of death.
  And will scatter all opponents into scraps of meat.
  So the four girls are working hard. The pressure of the enemy army is clearly running out.
  Although no, menacing tanks, the E series, are appearing. Well, the girls are waiting for them.
  Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - We will fight in space!
  And from her bare heel the gift of death bounced off the E-50's track. This machine was damaged and stopped.
  The warrior screams:
  - Super!
  Next, Leia in battle. Also with a bare foot, as she throws a gift of death. She crushes the enemy. And the tank got into trouble.
  And the warrior roars:
  - I'm a girl in a bikini!
  Next comes Angelina. She also throws a grenade at the E-75 with her bare foot, and the German vampire has a hard time.
  And the warrior will squeal:
  - I am the one who will show super class!
  And Gertrude fights. She is also a warrior, who knows no pity or doubt.
  The beauty took it and squealed:
  - Big regatta!
  And from the bare foot flew a deadly grenade.
  Monica shoots again and squeals:
  - Top class performance, and the crew!
  Her bare limb will also take and throw a stream of death. And all enemies will be torn apart.
  After which the warrior will yelp:
  - I'm a super girl!
  And Leia is a real heroine in battle. And she will hit the enemies. And she will throw a grenade with her bare foot, and she will take a lot of enemies and tear them apart. And then she will yell:
  - I am that girl who is superman!
  And now in battle Angelina, also with her bare foot, will throw the gift of death. She will tear the enemy to pieces, and sing:
  - I'm a hellish demon!
  And he will fire a burst at the enemy.
  And here is Gertrude in the battle. She shoots herself without any ceremony or prejudice. And she will also take, with her bare toes she will launch the gift of annihilation, and she will cut up the enemies. Is this very militant?
  Four girls fought like knights or angels. But there is a limit to everything. And so the warriors retreated...
  The autumn and winter of 1945 were spent in stubborn battles. The forces were unequal. The Germans' E-series tanks were too much stronger than the Shermans and even the few Pershings. And jet aviation had no equal. And even flying discs began to appear, completely invulnerable to any small arms.
  So the USA is gradually being captured by various foreign divisions of the Third Reich.
  Most of America was captured during the fall and winter. Plus there were uprisings in the southern US, and betrayals by generals with German roots. And also the undoubted superiority of the new machine guns, and even the underground tanks of the Wehrmacht.
  And in the spring of April 1946, after the Third Reich horde surrounded and took Washington and New York, the United States capitulated.
  Thus, another page of the war was turned.
  But in 1947, in May, another battle began, this time with Japan.
  And the campaign against the USSR was postponed again.
  And now four girls from the USA did not give up and are fighting the enemy again.
  Summer of 1947 and heat, warriors in bikinis. And they fight.
  Monica throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - I am a terminator!
  And gives a turn.
  Leia also shoots, and does it very accurately. And again, her bare feet throw something. And destroy.
  And the girl screams:
  - Combat aerobatics!
  Then Angelina starts shooting. Crushes her opponents. Knocks them out in droves. And her bare toes, again, throw something brutally murderous.
  The warrior shouts:
  - I am a steel claw!
  And Gertrude shoots herself and mows down her enemies. After which she throws the gift of death with her bare foot and mutters:
  - Military topics and mathematics!
  And again it will just take everyone and mow them down until they go crazy!
  Yes, the four are fighting. But the forces are unequal. The new tanks of the E-50 U series, more dense in layout, less than two meters in height, and 170 armor on the sides, 250-millimeter front, and weigh sixty-five tons with an engine of 1800 horsepower.
  The Japanese can't stand up to something like that. Just like the ME-462, which crushes everyone without any ceremony, like buns, all enemy planes.
  And against, there are also flying disks. And they break everything.
  In short, in six months Japan was completely defeated and all its colonies were captured.
  What happened and this. The Fuhrer soon conquered all the countries of the world, except the USSR.
  So far everything was more or less peaceful. But then Stalin died, and Nikita Khrushchev seized power. And relations with the Third Reich became complicated again.
  Not to mention that nuclear weapons were being developed in the USSR. And the twentieth congress was held, which condemned the previous policy.
  And on June 22, 1956, the Third Reich, on orders from the already aging but very aggressive Hitler, began its invasion. His horde was counting on a quick victory, but an unexpected surprise awaited him!
  Not only four American girls, but also four Russian beauties and witches entered the battle with the Wehrmacht hordes. And a whole group of girls in different branches of the military, and also all witches!
  
  NAPOLEON SON-IN-LAW OF ALEXANDER THE FIRST
  Napoleon did not go to Russia, and in fact married the younger sister of Alexander the First. This led to some changes in history.
  First, Tsarist Russia fought against Austria and captured Galicia. Second, France organized Italy and installed Napoleon's son and a Russian princess there.
  And then Russia and France conquered and divided Turkey.
  Then, through joint efforts, Britain was conquered. The Spanish colonies finally became French, as did most of Africa. And then India and Iran were occupied!
  After the death of Alexander I and the abdication of Constantine, a coup occurred, and the fourteen-year-old Roman Caesar Napoleon II was elevated to the Russian throne. And after Napoleon's death in 1836, Napoleon II became the ruler of France and all of Europe and many colonies.
  A single super-empire emerged that continued to expand. Napoleon II then 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 Napoleon III inherited the throne. He also wanted to fight. But in the whole world, France had only the territory of the USA left unconquered!
  And Napoleon III in 1890 started a 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 were unequal. But the Americans fought against Napoleon III very heroically.
  Especially the four girls: Monica, Leah, Gertrude, Anna! And they fought like cobras and heroines.
  Monica chopped with swords and with her bare toes, sharp metal disks. And pierced her opponents.
  And the warrior sang:
  - Glory to America!
  Leia also fought with the foreign army with swords and hissed aggressively:
  - Glory to the country of peace!
  And also with bare feet launched the murderous.
  Gertrude fought with a huge army, also barefoot, throwing very sharp needles and striking the enemies.
  At this the girl squeaked:
  - I am such a fighter that I am super!
  Anna also fought, throwing deadly gifts with her bare feet.
  And she squealed:
  - We have great achievements!
  But no matter how these four fought, and very heroically at that, the superior forces of the French still defeated them.
  The girls were captured. There they were stripped and cruelly tortured. They twisted their arms on the rack, beat them with a whip and hot wire. They burned their bare soles with fire, applied hot iron to their bare heels. But the girls never recognized the new rule 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 accession marked a new reign. The role of parliament increased, and the influence of the nobility decreased. Gradually, the world empire became more democratic.
  And in 1917, the first man flew into space. Thus began the era of cosmonautics.
  In 1922, people flew to the Moon. And in 1933, to Mars. And by 1950, they had visited all the planets of the Solar System. And in 2000, the first flight to the stars began, a whole space expedition. This is the kind of AI that only happened because of one marriage between Napoleon Bonaparte and a Russian princess.
  How the fate of all mankind depends on the slightest chance.
  
  TIME STORY VS CHINA
  ANNOTATION
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova travel to Siberia in the seventeenth century, where they enter into a war with the Chinese Empire under the rule of the Manchu Dynasty. Immortal time travelers change the course of history, not only in China.
  The war rages like a hurricane,
  A boy fights a large army...
  We cut through the furious fog,
  Although sometimes it"s even too hard!
  
  The enemy is very strong and furious,
  An avalanche is constantly advancing...
  To the rustle of bright red banners,
  But we will win, I believe, the battle in May!
  
  Don't think we can be conquered,
  We are great warriors from God...
  And I know the thread of life will not be broken,
  Although sometimes it can be very strict!
  
  Know that the greatness of Russia is in this,
  That the Motherland is more precious than anything, believe me...
  And there will be a very strong Russian house,
  And punch the vile fascist in the face!
  
  Don't believe it, the Horde won't break Rus',
  Which does not bring to its knees...
  Fight without restraint, don't be afraid,
  In the name of the new generations of the Family!
  
  For the house of Russia, for its haystacks,
  We will fight very fiercely...
  May your endless dream come true,
  You are not a warrior with the soul of a clown!
  
  Here you are, boy, swear allegiance to your Fatherland,
  Become a warrior of the great Svarog...
  No, happiness cannot be built on blood,
  When there is no Jesus God in the heart!
  
  We will be able to achieve new paths,
  The greatness of a country that flourishes...
  And kill the bug-eyed monster,
  So that the planet will soon become a paradise!
  . CHAPTER #1
  A boy and a girl, as well as four witch girls, found themselves in southern Siberia and fought off the onslaught of the Chinese. It was a little-known war, when the Manchus were in power in China, who were actively expanding into different regions of Asia.
  And so they attacked the Russians in the Tibetan region. And the real story is that they managed to take part of the territory. Moreover, Russia at that time was weakened by the peasant and Cossack war of Stenka Razin. And the troops would have to be transferred over very large distances.
  But the immortal boy and girl, and four terminator girls came to the aid of the Russian fort.
  A huge Chinese army went to storm the newly built Russian fortress. And the forces were clearly unequal.
  There are only a thousand Russians, and two hundred thousand Chinese. And it seemed there was no chance at all to resist.
  But the six warriors of the super class are ready to fight.
  Oleg Rybachenko on the wall. An immortal boy, who looks about twelve years old, throws needles with his bare toes. And hits the advancing Chinese. A dozen at once.
  Margarita also throws needles with her bare toes. The girl destroys her opponents and squeals:
  - My great power!
  And fights bravely.
  Natasha also throws a powerful boomerang with her bare toes. She crushes her opponents and squeaks:
  - In the name of great glory!
  Next, Zoya chops the Chinese with her swords, and at the same time throws needles with poison with her bare feet. And she sings to herself:
  - In the vastness of Rus',
  We will be able to save everyone!
  And again the swords fall on the opponents. And if they do chop, then without any mercy.
  But when Aurora began to crush and throw boomerangs with her bare toes, it was complete destruction. And the defeated Chinese fell under the blows of the red-haired devil.
  And the girl cries:
  - I will crush and tear everything to pieces!
  And with both swords he takes and chops!
  And from her bare heel a sharp, piercing disk flies. This is generally a girl of total death.
  And here is Svetlana in the decisive battle. How she began to torment the Chinese and cut them into small pieces with swords.
  The girl spun the butterfly, and seven warriors of the Celestial Empire were cut down.
  And then sharp, poisonous needles fly from bare toes and strike the Chinese.
  Oleg Rybachenko fights yellow warriors. His swords flash like a propeller.
  The boy sings with relish:
  - I will be the strongest champion of the world,
  We will defeat America, China!
  And again the boy throws sharp games with his bare toes. And two dozen dead Chinese fall at once.
  This is the battle. In real history, Tsarist Russia before Peter the Great lost part of its territory. But here the Russian knights fight 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 a strong poison brewed by witches, very thin needles!
  The girl Margarita is next to him. And her legs also throw such deadly needles. And her hands chop the attacking Chinese. The warrior crushes the enemies, and sings:
  - I'm so cool, like a demon of all countries...
  Dima, Dima, Bilan! Dima, Dima Bilan!
  Ruler of all countries!
  Natasha also chops up the Chinese and sings:
  - In the evening dawn, we will not let Satan win!
  And from her bare feet, too, deadly needles fly.
  Then Zoya crushes the enemies. And this girl seems to emanate fluids of colossal energy.
  And boomerangs and sharp needles fly from the beauty"s bare feet.
  The warrior squeals:
  - I am a big barefoot dream and beauty!
  And again he will throw something extremely deadly at his opponents.
  But when Aurora carries out a mill and cuts down the Chinese, then this is the highest level of annihilation.
  And then the redhead throws piercing needles with her bare toes. And the yellow warriors fall, killed.
  But when Svetlana hits, a whole bunch of needles fly from her bare legs, piercing and killing everything.
  And the warrior squeals:
  - So, so, so - get it in the snout, fascist!
  And her bare feet will again throw out a murderous one on the Chinese.
  Natasha, cutting down the yellow warriors with swords, noted:
  - It was both easier and harder with the fascists!
  Svetlana, having run the mill, noted:
  - It's always easy with us girls!
  Aurora performed the fan technique and muttered:
  - You won't get bored with me at all!
  And from her bare feet flies a deadly sting.
  And Zoya suddenly starts to squeak:
  - We are not cockroaches, we are girls of great glory!
  And again something will fly out from her bare feet and hit the enemy.
  The girls took on the job conscientiously.
  This fortress is almost the only stronghold of the Russians in this area. There are a couple more cities under construction. It's good that the Chinese did not stick their noses beyond the Amur. But Russia in real history lost a piece of its territory. A very aggressive dynasty is in power in China. However, girls are what can put Lucifer's regiments to flight.
  Oleg Rybachenko chops up the Chinese. And while doing so the boy sings:
  - The class will be the highest...
  And then a boomerang, thrown by a boy"s bare foot, flies and a cry:
  - The porcupine will chop everyone up!
  Margarita also threw something that is murder at the enemy. She crushed him into pieces and squeaked:
  - I am a barefoot dream and a great beauty!
  And her foot will throw wild discs.
  Next in the fight is Natasha. And she also throws something at the enemy that splits opponents.
  And he does it extremely skillfully.
  And her bare feet throw out more deadly needles.
  Next, Zoya is in battle. And she also throws various swastikas and boomerangs at the enemy.
  And mows down the enemy.
  After which he howls:
  - Glory to the good king!
  But in battle, Aurora also destroys enemies from China. And if it throws, it throws with lethal force.
  And at the same time he will sing:
  - Yes, in the name of the Russian Land!
  And also from her bare feet deadly charges fly off.
  Svetlana also does not give the enemy a break. And from her bare feet flies what brings obvious death.
  And the warrior sings:
  - We will never give in! No trouble will come to Rus'!
  And again the Chinese will be affected. And he will take them and chop them up without ceremony.
  The six warriors and warrioresses strike hard. They chop down the enemy and throw them with their bare feet.
  Oleg Rybachenko, chopping down the Chinese, sang:
  - Star fighter, your horn is blowing 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 from the boy"s bare foot, cutting the throats of a dozen Chinese.
  As we can see, the boy is a fighter.
  And Margarita is also in the battle. And so her bare feet work. She destroys the enemies without any doubts extremely cool.
  And her swords are like executioners.
  The warrior squeals:
  - Let there be glory!
  Natasha also fires with her bare feet and throws deadly weapons. And at the same time she actively chops with swords.
  At the same time it squeaks:
  - My entourage is a government crew!
  Next in the fight is Zoya. Also a devil of the highest level of annihilation. How she will draw a butterfly with her swords. And then she will take and throw striking elements with her bare feet.
  After which he howls:
  - The army rejoices - advancing!
  And a whole line of mown down Chinese falls.
  The girl sings to herself:
  - Zoya loves to kill! Oh, this Zoya!
  And here is Aurora in a rapid attack. Or more accurately, in an aggressive defense. And with the help of her bare feet she knocks out the enemies.
  And at the same time it squeals. And when its sabers pass like cultivator blades, three dozen Chinese will be torn to pieces!
  And Aurora squeals:
  - Euphonious chords, the Russian flag is very proud!
  And then her bare heel hits the Chinese general in the chin. He just falls over.
  Zoya is aggressive in battle. She chops down her enemies and squeals:
  - We'll crush and kill everyone!
  And from bare feet such daggers fly.
  Svetlana also doesn't give anyone a break. And she exterminates the enemies like a scythe cuts grass. The Chinese are falling.
  The girl squeals:
  - Crazy needle! Get out of the yard!
  Oleg Rybachenko cuts down a bunch of yellow warriors with sword blows. And then throws a star with his bare feet and yells:
  - My army is the strongest!
  The boy-terminator is evidently at the very peak of destroying enemies. And he acts with colossal passion.
  And from his bare toes another gift of death flies off. And how it knocks down the Chinese climbing the wall.
  Yellow warriors are fanatics. There are already whole mounds of their corpses. And they keep climbing and climbing and climbing!
  But the boy and the girl are simply the embodiment of murderous power. And when they chop, blood splashes in all directions and very far.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - The feat of heroism is glorified,
  We are the conquerors of the planets!
  Margarita, this restless girl sang:
  - We won't stop for a moment.
  Someone's muffled cry is heard!
  And also from the girl's bare foot fly destructive and murderous needles. Striking the Chinese, like sheaves of wheat. Yes, the girl Margarita is a real terminator.
  Natasha, chopping down the Chinese, sang:
  - And the girl thought, crushing the yellow ones,
  That it is good to live, and that life is good!
  After which, needles fly from her bare feet again.
  Zoya drew a mill with her sabers and squeaked:
  - I will wipe out all my enemies, and believe me, I am not joking!
  And the warrior's legs launched several stars.
  And the beauty sang:
  - Act of war - I hit you in the snout!
  Aurora, chopping without unnecessary emotion, said:
  - Great success awaits us! Believe me, it doesn't get any better!
  And also, as with bare feet, what kills will be launched.
  After which it will beep:
  - I am a bloody cobra!
  Svetlana shows no mercy to the Chinese. And she exterminates them as if they were ants. And at the same time she sings:
  - There will be no way for the trash,
  Run away quickly!
  And now, from her bare toes, killer presents are flying again. What a cool babe!
  And he also roars:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  Oleg Rybachenko is becoming more and more active. He chops with both hands, and even took a pipe in his mouth and spits needles at the Chinese. He destroys his opponents and squeaks to himself:
  - This is our victory -
  Full speed ahead and approach!
  And again the boy-terminator will chop. And at the same time he will throw away what kills without pity.
  Margarita is also in the fight. The girl is desperate. And if she launches a boomerang with her bare foot, then it will be no less than a dozen Chinese cut down.
  After which the girl will sing:
  - Oh, I have a big helicopter,
  And my heart sings with happiness!
  And from the girl's bare heel flies a murderous star. Yes, this is a beauty of the highest aerobatics. And death sows right and left.
  Natasha also exterminates the Chinese by any means necessary.
  And while doing this he sings:
  - Squeak, squeak, squeak...
  Oliver has been found Twist!
  And from her bare foot flies a deadly gift.
  And Zoya pulled herself up... She took and spat at the enemy from a tube. Then she chopped the mill with her swords. Then her bare feet took and launched a hellish gift of death.
  And the Chinese fell. As if they had been licked off by a flamethrower.
  And here in the battle is Aurora. Also a swift girl. And red-haired death, and a hellish burning ray. And she will take, and will start to chop.
  No, nothing can stop her.
  Even the Maus tank.
  Here Aurora will nail the Chinese. Which is extremely cool and with crazy symbols and a sword.
  And the red harpy's swords will not stop, not even for a moment.
  At this, Aurora squeaks:
  - My homeland is the homeland of communism!
  And also from her bare foot, like a flight of something extremely lethal.
  And again the girl is pregnant.
  And here Aurora remembered how she really fought with the "Maus", in one of the alternative histories. Then the Allies concluded a truce with the Third Reich, and taking advantage of the lack of bombing, the Germans launched the "Maus" into production.
  Yes, these tanks really did move like beasts. And their advance was terrifying.
  But not for the terminator girls. They fought the Nazis with cold blood and speed at the same time.
  And they showed Kuzma's mother! And the warriors fought bravely.
  And now the red-haired Aurora cuts with her swords. And she mows down the enemies, as if with a cultivator.
  After which it will beep:
  - I'm killing everyone!
  Svetlana is not shy in battle either. She exterminates the Chinese. And at the same time, with her bare feet, she throws what sows death.
  And at the same time he squeals:
  - Space bravado -
  There will be a big serenade!
  And wink at the enemies!
  After which he will spit out of the tube!
  And then Oleg Rybachenko will get going. And he will start throwing not only needles at the Chinese, but also boomerangs with his feet.
  This is how the fast-moving terminator boy got caught.
  And at the same time he sings:
  - Enemies won't stop us,
  If we're weak, help us!
  And don't run, don't run...
  If only not forward!
  And Oleg whistles.
  And Margarita took it and with her bare toes threw something destructive and deadly murderous. And at the same time she sang:
  - Now that would be a message from the cobra!
  And the girl winked and squealed!
  Natasha is no slouch in battle either. She took it and threw a sharp swastika with her bare fingers. She pierced a mass of Chinese and squeaked:
  - For my Motherland!
  And here is Zoya in battle. And she also throws charges at the enemies with her bare feet.
  And he squeaks with a bared tooth:
  - I'm such a warrior, a real terminator!
  After which the girl will hit with swords. And scream at the top of her lungs.
  - Banzai!
  The girl, as you can see, will not stop fighting. And she will chop without unnecessary antimonies.
  Aurora also takes up the extermination. She crushes the Chinese, 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 takes and chops with two swords. And then he spits out of the pipe. And he stabs the enemy.
  Yes, Aurora is a delight and perfection itself.
  Although Svetlana is no worse. And she also gave the Chinese a real beating and murder.
  And her bare feet throw gifts of destruction at the yellow warriors. And they do it all on a high wave.
  Svetlana squeals:
  - The fight will be bloody, holy and just!
  And something deadly came off her bare foot again. And it just went and hit the Chinese!
  These girls are really going wild. And they don't let up one bit. These are women - women to all women!
  Oleg Rybachenko in a 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 something deadly, and something sharper than a razor.
  After which the girl sang:
  - We challenge the storms,
  Why and for what reason?
  To live in a world without surprises -
  Impossible for anyone!
  Margarita spat a whole line of smoke from her tube at the Chinese and continued:
  - Let there be successes and failures,
  And jumping up and down!
  Only this way, and not otherwise -
  Only this way, and no other way...
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  Surprise! Surprise!
  Long live surprise!
  And only up - not a millimeter down!
  The girl demonstrated quite a fighting spirit.
  Natasha is also in the very epicenter of the battle. As if a volcano is erupting. And throws needles with her bare toes. Strikes her opponents. And leaves corpses of them.
  After which the girl sang with a bared tooth:
  - We are such terminators, like dream robots, and great beauty!
  And then the girl slashes with her swords and knocks out a lot of people.
  Zoya is also in the thick of the battle. She fights and bares her teeth and roars:
  - No one will stop us!
  And from her bare foot a disk flew across the Chinese. Which cut a lot of throats. And the army of the Celestial Empire choked.
  And the girls are getting more and more pressing.
  Here's how Aurora will launch something that cuts metal. It will chop off a mass of heads that have piled up into mounds. And it will jump up, fly up, and take, roar:
  - My name is my fist!
  And again he waves two sabers and rips out the Chinese's guts. But he doesn't get embarrassed at all.
  And her bare feet launch deadly boomerangs, which mow down heads in ranks.
  After which the red-haired warrior squeals:
  - We won't be in the cable!
  May there be happiness on Earth!
  And he will take another from the pipe and spit with his scarlet mouth. And the warriors of the Celestial Empire will fall down like sacks of flour.
  And Svetlana showed it in battle...
  She poured boiling water on her opponents. And those scalded ones will start screaming wildly.
  Svetlana squeaks:
  - My slaughter!
  And he'll throw a couple of boomerangs with his bare foot. He'll cut up a lot of Chinese.
  And squeezes out a mass of corpses.
  This is how time travelers work.
  And they are carving out the Chinese empire for themselves, without unnecessary ceremony. No, they even have a special tact.
  The number of killed Chinese is already in the tens of thousands. And the girls are just having fun and bouncing around like balls.
  Oleg Rybachenko also shows the coolest of all aerobatics that you can imagine.
  And the boy chops with two swords so that arms and legs and heads fly in all directions.
  Oleg shouts:
  - I believe that our decisive victory will be!
  Margarita, with her bare foot, threw something destructive, and confirmed:
  - Yes, it will be!
  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. In order to prevent the Chinese from returning to the Russian cities in Siberia.
  Here the warriors attacked the yellow warriors in the nearest large city.
  Oleg Rybachenko, chopping down the yellow fighters and waving both swords, yelled:
  - And the Russian tsars too!
  And sharp needles flew from his bare feet. They struck the Chinese fighters.
  Margarita, cutting down the yellow warriors with her swords, took and sang:
  - Now we are making history!
  And from her bare foot needles flew towards the yellow warriors.
  Next, Natasha is in battle. She also throws gifts of death and squeals:
  - The future is ours! Glory to Great Russia!
  And her bare, sharpened foot will throw it out with terrible force. And will cut the Chinese into a bloody mess.
  Zoya also chops desperately. And she smashed the Chinese general in half. And she chopped his bones.
  After which she howled:
  - For my great victory!
  And with bare feet he will launch the murderous present again. And he will knock out a lot of Chinese fighters.
  But when Aurora is in battle, it's just awful. She cuts Chinese soldiers in half, and launches deadly presents with her bare feet. And so she crushes the yellow army.
  No, Aurora is actually called the red witch. And she is invincible.
  And deadly needles fly off from her bare toes. 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 throws a deadly needle. And the enemy is pinned like a beetle.
  Aurora gurgled:
  - You can dream, but it's bad to dream too much!
  And again the girl hits like a boomerang.
  This redhead has eaten more than a pound of salt in military affairs. If she threshes, she threshes.
  And again the swift and fiery girl is on the attack.
  And then Svetlana rushes into battle. And she cuts and destroys everyone. And her swords are like sparkling lightning.
  And needles fly from bare feet.
  The girl roared:
  - My greatest strength is -
  Playing with me is like being friends with a crocodile!
  Boy Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack as always. He is a swift mongoose. He chops and throws stars at the enemy.
  And the young warrior shouts:
  - Let's go on the offensive,
  We will defeat 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 toes throw gifts of death.
  And the girl cries:
  - Victory will be mine!
  And again a whole rain of needles rushes from her bare foot.
  And the needles are lethal and poisoned.
  Margarita is on the offensive. The Chinese are having a hard time against her. And the girl is the very embodiment of horror.
  Although she is a beautiful warrior.
  And now from her bare foot a piece of death flies off again. Which strikes the enemies.
  Natasha is in a wild flight. She cuts the Chinese into pieces. And her swords know no mercy.
  The warrior roars:
  - Our great victory will be!
  And from the beauty"s bare feet, very deadly and dangerous needles are flying again.
  They amaze the Chinese in large numbers. Well, the girls are very cool.
  And in the offensive they don"t give anyone a break.
  But Zoya doesn't know, there's never a word. She breaks through to her opponents. And her swords are like executioners.
  Zoya screams at the top of her lungs:
  - I know no mercy - only death!
  And her bare feet throw such things that the Chinese won"t be able to resist!
  And vice versa, the warrior accelerates with every minute. This is a skating rink in the offensive.
  Aurora is also such a lively girl. She doesn't retreat or 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 once again at the top of her game.
  And here is Svetlana in battle. She does not deviate from the plan. And she chops with wild force. And from her bare feet a sharp disk flies. Which dashingly cuts off opponents.
  Svetlana squeals with wild fury:
  - I'll tear you all apart!
  And the girl is on the offensive. And her bare feet are so nimble.
  Next, Oleg Rybachenko is tearing himself into battle. This is a desperate boy-terminator. He uses colossal forces and the pressure of a wild boy.
  And then the child threw a boomerang with his bare foot. And the opponents lost two dozen heads at once.
  This is truly a killing force.
  Oleg sang:
  - My handwriting is simple -
  I don't like to drag things out!
  And from the boy's bare heel a blade flew and struck the Chinese. They literally lost their spirit and courage.
  Oleg, however, remarked with wild frenzy:
  - Never say no, the word no!
  The boy is on the attack... Then he remembered Vladimir Klitschko. Yes, this boxer could return to the ring. And why not try? If you still have health, then God himself told you to fight!
  Terminator boy on the attack. Crushes the Chinese and sings:
  Young friend, always be young,
  Don't rush to retire...
  Be cheerful, be bold, be noisy -
  If you have to fight, then fight!
  A man with a cool streak -
  May you beat everyone in a row!
  I am an eternal boy with a soul,
  What produces results!
  I am an eternal boy at heart,
  And don't take a single step back!
  A young warrior and an eternal child in a frantic 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, adding with a laugh:
  - No, believe me, never!
  And the girl again threw sharp, poisonous needles.
  She is in rapid and unique movement.
  Natasha is swift and formidable in battle, like a Valkyrie. She fights bravely. And knocks down the Chinese.
  She often fought in the sky. She was a great ace pilot. She also had to fight in the infantry.
  But now Natasha has taken on the Chinese. And she's starting to thrash them with all her fury.
  And boomerangs and needles fly from her bare feet. She crushes the enemy.
  The girl sings:
  - But I believe in the sunrise,
  Will dispel the darkness of the prison cell!
  Zoya attacks the Chinese. And smashes them to pieces. And her bare feet knock out the enemies without stopping.
  Warrior in motion. She is like a cobra that jumps and leaps.
  The girl with golden hair screams:
  - The future is ours,
  We are like Jedi knights!
  And then she turns around and hits him.
  Next in the attack is Aurora. A crushing and combative girl of red color. She went on the offensive, picking up the pace even more. Her swords are like the blades of a mill.
  The fiery beauty said:
  - There will be such happiness for the whole world!
  And again the girl goes into a wild tempo. Now that's a real goddess of war.
  Svetlana also sings, jumping up and down:
  - Hundred after hundred, regiment after regiment,
  Russian knights chop with a sword!
  And now her bare toes will throw what cannot be reflected by a shield.
  This is a girl. A real shrew.
  Natasha chirps with a bared tooth:
  - It's not for you to teach me!
  And death will throw with its bare foot.
  Aurora agrees:
  - There is nothing to teach us at all!
  The warriors speed up their movements. Almost the entire city is already littered with corpses. And the Chinese are about to be exterminated. Only six people, but they are working for an entire army.
  Oleg Rybachenko remembered the story of one time traveler from the elven race. He ended up in the Third Reich and managed to convince them to send him to the Luftwaffe.
  Yes, an elf, although small in stature, is very fast, strong, and has excellent reaction. In general, elves surpass people in physical fitness and speed of thinking. And in an airplane, an elf, especially one of royal blood, feels like an eagle himself.
  And this warrior was able to shoot down 538 enemy aircraft by the Fuhrer"s birthday on April 20, 1944, but 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. For three hundred, the Order of the German Eagle with diamonds. For four hundred, the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds. And for five hundred jubilee planes, 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. In fact, if you 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. So, did this help the Wehrmacht much?
  Although it is possible that the number of downed planes was inflated by Goebbels' propaganda.
  Many people strongly doubted these figures.
  But the elf honestly shot down so many machines, and he himself did not lose a single fighter.
  But then Oleg Rybachenko met him and asked:
  - Why did you join the Third Reich, which is considered a force of evil?
  The elf logically noted:
  - Because there is no force of good in the world at all! Do you think Stalin and the allies are saints?
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - But in the USSR, having shot down so many planes, you would have been considered God with a capital G! But now you are supposed to be spat upon and cursed!
  The elf honestly noted:
  - In October of 1942, when I started fighting for the Reich, the outcome of the war was not yet obvious. What do you think, I have no chance of being among the victors?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered honestly:
  - If you defect to the USSR, I think you will be forgiven and accepted. Heroes and great warriors are valued everywhere!
  The elf smiled radiantly and replied:
  - Thank you for the offer! But when the Second World War ends, I will return to my planet with awards... And of course I will not care that Germany lost. The main thing is that I showed myself a hero and entered the history of aviation as the best ace of all time and peoples!
  Oleg Rybachenko noted with annoyance:
  - How many good guys died because of you!
  The elf squeaked, logically reminding:
  - There is also Rudel... He is also a superman!
  Oleg nodded:
  - Rudel... He'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 count to a thousand!
  Oleg Rybachenko expressed doubts:
  - Will you have time? On May 9, 1945, the Third Reich capitulates!
  The elf asked ingratiatingly:
  - Can you tell me more precisely when, where and at what time, with what forces the Reds and the allies will attack?
  Oleg asked in surprise:
  - And why do you need this?
  The elf answered honestly:
  - I want to trivially drag out the war so that the fun lasts longer!
  Oleg then took out his pistol and answered:
  - I could shoot you, but I won't do it!
  The elf was surprised:
  - Why?
  Oleg Rybachenko stated decisively:
  - May your conscience punish you!
  And they parted...
  Oleg Rybachenko thought that it was a mistake not to kill this elf. How many more planes will he shoot down? It will be simply terrifying.
  And the boy, with his bare toes, launched the boomerang of death again.
  Margarita actively exterminates the Chinese in battle. Her bare feet hit with lethal gifts so accurately that you are simply amazed.
  A girl of the superhuman category.
  And her activity in battle is like that of a weasel.
  No, no one will ever scare such a girl, even if there are two billion Chinese.
  However, what should Margarita do?
  She defends her homeland.
  Oleg Rybachenko, chopping down the Chinese, sang:
  - There is no more beautiful Motherland than Russia,
  Fight for her and don't be afraid...
  There is no more beautiful country in the universe -
  Rus', the torch of light for the whole universe!
  The boy jumped up and ran, kicking everyone.
  Natasha also fights and sings:
  Fatal year, you may not believe me,
  One thousand nine hundred and ninety nine...
  Stop going around in circles,
  The devil will turn his golden horns!
  And the girl will throw a killer present with her bare feet again.
  Zoya is also in the fight, she got fired up and is fighting. An active girl. And if she chops with swords, everything flies far.
  And her bare feet throw presents so actively. And knock out so many enemies.
  Yes, the Chinese are clearly having dark days.
  Aurora strikes without mercy. And her bare feet are something more than deadly. She is the goddess of annihilation.
  And there are a thousand devils in it.
  Svetlana beats the Chinese with great passion and squeals:
  - The future is in that,
  So that we don't become a cat!
  And her bare legs will throw something again and tear the enemies to pieces.
  Fighting girl - she's the ultimate in aerobatics!
  Having cleared the city of Chinese, the six took a rest. They immediately killed a boar and roasted it whole.
  They cut it into pieces and began to eat.
  Natasha noted:
  - In Walter Scott's novel, knights ate a lot at once!
  Oleg Rybachenko chuckled and reminded:
  - Dumas too! That's how Porthos ate a whole ram!
  Natasha laughed:
  - A ram? Why not a boar?
  Oleg sang in response:
  All your damn relatives,
  My uncle, who was taken by the boar...
  When he was alive, he warned me -
  You can't take a wife from a cannibal!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - This is a wild song! But I want something more soulful!
  Oleg noted:
  - Soulful? That's good!
  And the boy sang something...
  But Aurora interrupted him and remarked:
  - You don't need to sing, you need to act.
  And the girl took an iPhone from her belt. Oleg smiled, Natasha handed him hers and suggested:
  - Play tanks with the redhead!
  Aurora agreed:
  - I love this game!
  And the heroic girl began to gain parameters.
  Oleg Rybachenko took over the tank park.
  Aurora warned:
  - One tank on one! Try a duel!
  The boy agreed:
  - This is just right!
  Oleg chose the coolest Soviet tank of the 1940s - the IS-7. A wonderful machine that never went into production. It has everything: armor, weapons, and speed. A real halo!
  The Aurora has an E-75. The vehicle is slightly worse. It is heavier, has less speed, less range, and a slightly weaker gun. The IS-7 has 130 millimeters against 128 for the E-75. The German's armor is perhaps thicker, but this is compensated by the greater slope of the IS-7. And the Fritz's sides are higher... All true, but...
  Aurora takes the E-75 to the M level... And the vehicle improves. The engine is more powerful, the silhouette is much lower, and the gun has a longer barrel. And now the armor is thicker. 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 remained without development anyway. So in real history no one predicted it.
  Well, Oleg, come on, get harnessed.
  The boy, however, is not at a loss. Since the enemy has modernized, the boy will do something and use feather projectiles. And then there will be a very good fight.
  The IS-7 is closing in. But the German still has better running qualities.
  Aurora fires her longer-barreled gun. But she still can't hit.
  And the boy-terminator comes closer and twists the caterpillars. Apparently the boy is quite confident in himself.
  Aurora, after another shot, drew a moral:
  - A mouse can bite an elephant!
  And the battle continued, Oleg pressed a 130mm cannon shell into the hull joint and won. Despite all the tricks.
  But in general, there are different machines in the tanks of the forties. A very formidable project - "Royal Lion". Weight is one hundred tons, gun is 210-millimeter caliber, frontal armor is 300 millimeters at an angle, sides are 200-millimeters, and the engine is 1800 horsepower.
  This is a machine - even the IS-7 can only penetrate the side and at close range. And this is truly grandiose!
  Aurora sang with a bared tooth:
  - What a little eaglet, he flies higher than the sun!
  And she fell silent...
  After eating, the six moved on through the Chinese cities. For now, they needed to negotiate 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 started shooting from the captured cannons. And they killed a lot of Chinese.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted:
  - Maybe it's better to play defensively? Otherwise it will turn out somehow ugly?
  Aurora objected:
  - There is a concept of preventive war!
  Oleg reminded:
  - Viktor Suvorov also tried to prove that the war of fascist Germany against the USSR was preventive!
  Aurora bared her teeth and growled:
  - Isn't that how it is?
  Oleg shook his head:
  - Doubtful!
  Margarita reminded:
  - I read this book. At first glance it looks convincing. But if you dig deeper...
  Aurora nodded in agreement:
  - The USSR was preparing an offensive war and that"s a fact!
  Margarita noted:
  - The USSR was preparing for an offensive war even after the war. But the offensive never began!
  Oleg logically noted:
  - If Stalin planned an offensive, it was at a later period, having first completed equipping his divisions with tanks and other equipment. And the newest aviation had only just begun to arrive in the units, even the pilots had not mastered it!
  Aurora also logically objected:
  - If the Soviet army was rearming, then the German army was not standing still either. While the USSR was churning out the latest aircraft, the Fritzes were increasing the production of the latest equipment.
  Delay would not have increased Stalin's advantage. Quite the contrary, the fascists, having the potential of Europe, could have caught up with Russia in the quantity of equipment with better quality!
  Oleg Rybachenko expressed doubts:
  - What makes you think that their quality was better?
  Aurora answered honestly:
  - But we won in 1941! If we were inferior in numbers, we were superior in quality and technique!
  The boy genius doubted:
  - I don't think so!
  Margarita noted:
  - The year forty-first is a mystery. Why did the formally stronger Red Army lose battle after battle. And then, having become formally and actually weaker, it began to win?
  Oleg Rybachenko replied:
  - This is the big mystery of the Second World War!
  Natasha suggested:
  - There was intervention of higher powers here!
  Oleg nodded:
  - Something really did happen!
  Augustina growled:
  - Our idols are covered in blood, our Gods are gods of war!
  Zoya agreed:
  - The gods of war are also covered in blood!
  Afterwards Oleg and Aurora started playing the strategy game World War II. Aurora for Hitler, Oleg for Stalin.
  Here there was an exchange of real blows. Aurora used the cheater code and a mass of tanks of the "E" series, broke through to Moscow. Togo and Oleg used the cheater code and the IS-7s hit the Germans. And it was a meeting of the scythe and the stone. And a mass of coffins. Even if virtual.
  Oleg Rybachenko plays with gusto, and his troops break through the German defense. They create cauldrons. Aurora again launches the rogue code. A very wild exchange of moves takes place.
  The boy genius sang:
  - Somewhere on the Kama - we don"t know ourselves,
  Somewhere on the Kama - mother river!
  You can't reach it with your hands, you can't reach it with your feet,
  Well, if necessary, we'll hit you with the pokers!
  And Soviet tanks destroy the fascists. There is nothing cooler than the IS-7. And you can safely fight with the Mauses and E-100. The Soviet tank is not afraid of such monsters.
  They are heavier, but that doesn't mean they are stronger.
  And Oleg advances, moves swiftly with the machines. And there are like a thousand devils in him.
  The boy prodigy sings:
  - We'll smash the Fritzes, chiki-chiki-chiki-ta!
  And now the Soviet troops have taken another barrier. They are like geniuses of battles and fights!
  Aurora is not simple either. And she acts with aggressive pressure. She throws more and more and more forces under the wheels of the Red Army.
  And the red-haired warrior sings:
  - Enemies will not stop me! I will conquer the vastness of the universe!
  And more and more regiments go into battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang with joy:
  The Fritzes are raging in rage,
  The enemy moved his regiments forward...
  But the crazy Aryans -
  The Russians will meet you with hostility!
  They will bite into the pig's skin,
  The enemy will be thrown into the dust -
  The Russians are fighting fiercely,
  The soldier's fist is strong!
  And the boy carries out another flanking maneuver, and encircles Aurora's troops.
  Yes, the boy is smart, there are no words.
  Aurora gurgled:
  - No, I will not give up, I have always known how to fight!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed:
  - We will not surrender! We will simply destroy you!
  And now the Soviet troops are on the offensive again. And the rogue's code no longer helps the Fritzes.
  Then Aurora cunningly changes the option. And Britain and the USA enter the war on her side. The warriors of this armada rushed into battle. And began to press the enemy.
  But Soviet IS-7 tanks destroy US Shermans and Pershings, as well as the British Churchill tank, with even greater ease.
  Without receiving any damage themselves.
  Aurora growled:
  - What a little devil you are!
  . CHAPTER #3
  Warriors from the twenty-first century once again clashed with the Chinese of the seventeenth.
  The Celestial Empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Chinese with his swords, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy's bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl's bare foot poisonous needles flew out, striking the Chinese.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the Chinese in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew out. And both in the eyes and in the throats of the Chinese soldiers.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Aurora cut down the yellow soldiers, squeaked:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the yellow fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The Chinese are falling like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Chinese. Terminator boy cuts down yellow troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes throw out needles with poison.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet are flashing. The Chinese are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of dead Chinese soldiers.
  And here is Natasha on the offensive. She chops up the Chinese and sings:
  - Great and radiant Rus',
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And from her bare feet fly disks. Which saw through the throats of the Chinese. Yes, this is a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops yellow soldiers with both hands. She spits from a tube. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one, she'll go!
  Aurora, chopping down the Chinese and exterminating the yellow soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skins,
  He rushed at the riot police with a club!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She chops and shreds the Chinese. With her bare feet she launches gifts of death at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He chopped up a lot of Chinese in a jump.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive. She cuts down all enemies in a row. Her swords are sharper than the blades of a mill. And her bare toes throw gifts of death.
  The girl is on a wild attack. She destroys yellow warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Chinese fall down dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeals:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Chinese corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly out from her bare feet.
  And the yellow warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel a dozen needles fly. Which stick straight into the throats of the Chinese.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Aurora is on the offensive. She crushes the yellow troops. Her swords are rushing in both hands. And she is such a wonderful warrior.
  A tornado sweeps through Chinese troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Aurora roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and combative. Her bare legs throw out so much that is deadly. Not a person, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg is accelerating his offensive. The boy is beating the Chinese.
  His bare feet throw out sharp needles.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a stormy girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  Here she threw a pea with explosives with her bare foot. It exploded and immediately threw a hundred Chinese into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will run the mill with swords.
  Now Natasha has sped up her movements. The girl is cutting down the yellow warriors. And she is screaming:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Chinese at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  Doesn't think about stopping or slowing down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to be cutting up a meat salad. The girl screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats lie in mounds of corpses.
  Aurora is a crazy girl. And she destroys everyone as if she were a hyperplasma robot.
  She's already destroyed hundreds of Chinese. But the pace is still increasing. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest in the world!
  And again the beauty is on 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 won't dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give a single gram of respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Chinese. And the mass of yellow fighters has already fallen into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild. They started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in the fight. And he moves forward, waving both swords. And the little terminator runs a mill. The dead Chinese fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy remembers a wild strategy. Where horses and people also mixed together.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be a ton of money!
  And the boy-terminator in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and the Adidas company!
  It was a really cool and cool performance. And how many Chinese were killed. And the greatest number of the greatest yellow fighters were killed.
  Margarita is also in battle. She crushes the yellow armies and roars:
  - Large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Chinese. The mass of yellow fighters had already fallen.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that you're the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And he will take and destroy some of the opponents.
  And Natasha is an authority. She beats her opponents and doesn't give anyone a break.
  How many Chinese have you already killed?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the main executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will chop down a lot of Chinese with her swords.
  Zoya is on the move and has cut up many yellow warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Chinese. These girls are real beauties.
  Aurora advances and crushes her opponents. And at the same time she doesn"t forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana on the move. Here she has split a lot of skulls. A warrior who bares her teeth.
  Shows his tongue. And then spits from a straw. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He is already quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and damaging needles flew from his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe there will be a dawn of freedom!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Chinese and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior threw a pea with her bare toes, and immediately a thousand Chinese flew into the air. Yes, the army of the Celestial Empire melted right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Jumps like a cobra. Blows up enemies. And so many Chinese die.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya is in wild motion. Stepping on the Chinese. Cutting them into small pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents and howls:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she runs a wild mill with her swords. Now that's a real girl!
  And here is the cobra Aurora, who went on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all nightmares.
  And if it turns on, then it means it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I will crack open all skulls! I am a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action and cutting through meat.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no brakes. Once she chops, a mass of corpses are piled up.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And then a lethal pea flies from her.
  Oleg will cut down a hundred Chinese again, carrying them like a meteor. And he will also take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of yellow fighters. And he will cut large clearings.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha is even more furious in her attack. She's pounding the Chinese so hard. They can't really stand up to such girls.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Running on the spot is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here the mill has been carried out. The mass of heads of the yellow army has rolled away.
  She's a fighting beauty. To beat such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the scissors of death.
  The girl is simply lovely. And her bare feet throw very poisonous needles.
  They strike their opponents. They pierce their throats and make coffins.
  Zoya took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws what kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl of girls.
  And from her bare legs, as if a blade would fly. And it would strike a mass of fighters.
  Aurora in motion. Swift and unique in its beauty.
  What bright hair she has. It flutters like a proletarian flag. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast!
  Aurora took it and hissed:
  - The head will be like a bull's - the fighters won't come to their senses!
  And here she is again, crushing a mass of fighters.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what we need! This is a girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Aurora readily agreed:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch the murderous one.
  Svetlana is not inferior to her opponents in battle. Not a girl but a finish of flame.
  And squeals:
  - 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:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya squealed, throwing needles with her bare, tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a bunch of lies!
  Natasha, chopping down the Chinese, added:
  - And do with him for a penny!
  And the warriors will jump up. They are so bloody and cool. In general, they are full of excitement.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  Margarita sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter propeller. He cut off a couple hundred heads from the Chinese and squeaked:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Oleg, chopping down the yellow soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha sang on the offensive:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp disk-boomerang. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Chinese.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet new needles flew. And struck a lot of fighters.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Aurora, waving her legs and throwing swastikas with sharp edges, gurgled6
  - Forward the imperial flag!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in unison, crushing the Chinese:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the disk flies from the bare feet of the warriors. The flesh is torn.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air. She ripped apart her opponents and said:
  - We are she-wolves, roasting the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very deadly disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, it's early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped up the Chinese and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at her enemy with her bare toes and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Natasha again chopped down the enemies.
  Zoya is a very fast babe. She threw a whole barrel at the Chinese. And tore a couple thousand apart with one explosion.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Aurora is not weak in battle either. She thrashes the Chinese like that. As if she were knocking them out of a sheaf with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, there will be some benefit,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle like a jack-in-the-box.
  And here's how Svetlana fights. And the Chinese get it from her.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Svetlana harshly remarked as her bare foot sent splashes of metal flying that melted skulls:
  - Glory to Russia, very much so!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Division in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Chinese. They are hacking and slicing them. Not warriors, but real panthers, unleashed.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Chinese. He beats them without mercy and screams:
  - 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:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya tore the Chinese apart and squeaked:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release the star with his bare foot.
  Natasha took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya, also crushing the Chinese, squealed:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a thing that circles spread in all directions. This girl is pure extermination of opponents.
  The girl will take and launch three boomerangs with her bare toes. And there will be even more corpses from this.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no mercy! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Aurora also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl went barefoot and walked through the bloody puddles. And killed many Chinese.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he hits the Chinese general with his head. He breaks his skull and says:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana is very furious in her attack and squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off from her bare toes. How she pierces everyone. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy also throws such a cool star in the form of a swastika with his bare foot. An intricate hybrid.
  And a lot of Chinese people fell down.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is on a wild attack again. No, power is simply seething in him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Margarita is on the move. She will rip everyone's bellies open.
  The girl will throw out fifty needles at once with her foot. And a lot of different enemies are killed.
  Margarita sang in a cheerful tone:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  This is such an aggressive company. The girl will hit and shout:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha is just some kind of terminator in battle. And she gurgled with a roar:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Chinese like a nail. And it blew them apart.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce babe.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Chinese with a triple mill!
  And Aurora roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  Indeed, the redhead is the very embodiment of treachery and meanness. For enemies, of course. But for friends, she is a sweetheart.
  And as with bare toes he will take and throw. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with very high combat potential. No, it's better not to get under her.
  Aurora hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl is not exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Aurora confirmed:
  - We'll kill everyone!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again!
  Oleg sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Aurora, tearing the Chinese with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the yellow warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut 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...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  . CHAPTER #3.
  After beating up the Chinese, you can take a little rest. But alas, you don't have much time to relax.
  New yellow hordes are creeping in.
  Oleg Rybachenko chops them down again and roars:
  - In a holy war, Russians never lose!
  Margarita throws deadly gifts with her bare toes and confirms:
  - Never lose!
  Oleg wanted to say something else...
  But then the witch's spell temporarily transported them to another substance.
  And Oleg Rybachenko became a pioneer in one of the German camps. And Margarita moved with him.
  Well, you can't spend all your time fighting with the Chinese.
  - Glory to the Motherland! - Pioneer Oleg Rybachenko repeated the cry, and silently endured the blow to his shoulders, although it landed right on one of the previous swollen scars. And from the second one there was a cut - blood flowed! Margarita looked at Oleg Rybachenko in surprise and gratitude and asked him something in English. The child prodigy Oleg Rybachenko thought - probably asking again what I saw in my dream - is there synchronicity? The boy smiled back at his sister in arms and moved his shoulders, which were quite broad 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 himself what prompted him to yell in the style of a proletarian movie.
  And not only him, but also this skinny, bald-haired Marat Kazei. But she nodded encouragingly at the courageous boy...
  Oleg Rybachenko suddenly took offense and, suppressing the pain in his voice, remarked:
  - It's all bravado!
  Margarita whispered back:
  - No, it's not bravado! It's like saying - a word strikes like a bayonet!
  Oleg remarked seriously:
  - It is better to kill one fascist than to curse a hundred Fritzes!
  There was a noise, a roar of engines and a hubbub, horsemen from the SS and executioner doctors - jumped off the ground, unsaddled their animals that looked more like mutants than horses. The captives were seated on the grass - in a chain. They checked the shackles: they were tightly shackled. And Oleg Rybachenko was not too surprised to see how one of the junior SS doctors approached him. In German, he said roughly - baby primate, get up - pushing the young pioneer boy with the toe of his soft boot in the thigh or even a little higher, in the kidneys. Oleg Rybachenko tensed up ... and then the cool Aurora intervened. The fiery devil (that's what she was called in the troops because of the unnatural and bright red hair and unfeminine endurance and strength!) mockingly explained something - and this mockery was not about Oleg. Apparently, the fascist doctor felt it too! The Nazi kicked Aurora in the muscular shoulder. She only giggled. Then the fascist hit him with a spin, sharply knocking his flexible back onto the impudent girl. Oleg was jerked to the side by the shock. Aurora immediately sat up again and silently showed her shackled hands. The fat professor called out to his younger comrade, and he suddenly looked down. Then he broke off a branch of dry heather and showed it to Oleg Rybachenko. He waved it 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. It was incomprehensible, as if an SS man was eating with a spoon...
  Oleg Rybachenko angrily blurted out in German:
  - Can't you express yourself in human words?
  Fritz hatched: a subhuman, knows the language of the master race?
  Young Rybachenko Jr. realized that he had given himself away in vain, had revealed what was best kept secret, but... A word is not a sparrow - if you let it slip, you won't catch it. True, the fat, lanky doctor put on an indifferent look, and the word drowned out the German phrase uttered by the boy. He repeated the same gesture again and showed the folded bundle.
  And Oleg Rybachenko understood - they were sending him as a servant for firewood...
  I didn't want to get beaten up again after my proud refusal. And I couldn't miss the chance.
  Well, why break the pride of a centurion or, more precisely, a patrician. The thought of escape, of course, came - it came as soon as the heavy handcuffs clicked under the big key. Although it might be more logical to say that it never left! But it turned out that the thought was like a frightened rabbit running in the headlights, not knowing that, in fact, it was already caught. And also - 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 column driven by the SS. At the same time, no one from the convoy demonstratively looked in the direction of the barefoot boy hastily climbing the scree. Although Oleg Rybachenko felt that, most likely, a hidden camera was filming his movements. It's even surprising how much the Fritzes have technically advanced. If ours do not respond with dignity, then it will be bad.
  The rocky scree painfully pricked the already healed soles of the defenseless children's feet. The badly bruised feet had already begun to roughen, but this process is quite painful when you step on sharp stones. Oleg quietly groaned, trying not to show that it hurt and not to look at the blood that had appeared again. But then he felt as if he was overwhelmed by a tsunami of the inexplicable.
  Fear instantly, and inexplicably, deprived the young pioneer of his own thoughts and desires. He only wanted to turn around to face the werewolf(?). Under the gaze of the inhuman eyes of the Nazi beast, Oleg Rybachenko involuntarily froze and stood still. But then the newly-minted pioneer was doused with blazing heat, and the boy began to move like a machine gun from a factory. He broke off dry trunks of birches and cypresses growing in the crevices, not yet green after the winter - a lot, barely enough to drag. He put them in a large, transparent bag and dragged them away, not making out the road to the camp.
  Oleg Rybachenko tried desperately to overcome the fear that was depriving him of courage during the journey. A pioneer or not! But this was like an inept swimmer trying to stay afloat. He would come up, then be swept away again...
  The werewolf followed him, stopping from time to time and sniffing the bare footprints left by the boy.
  The pioneer genius felt relief from the wave of horror only when he returned to the camp location.
  The vile fascist monsters didn't seem to be looking at Oleg Rybachenko. Although in fact a couple of SS men were keeping an eye on him. Only when he had put the things he had brought together, the senior doctor-executioner, after a quick glance, tossed the boy something... ge! Oleg finally came to his senses. He grabbed them greedily, thinking that maybe they had given him a chocolate bar or something extra for his work. And he stared - there they were, a flint and a steel striker. The flint turned out to be, most likely, quartz. And the steel striker looked like a piece of a file. How to use all this - Oleg, a developed pioneer, knew in theory and would have even tried it with interest, just like the Robinsons of Polesia... if not for the 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. - We need tinder. - And with difficulty he refrained from switching to German. - It won't catch fire like that.
  Oleg looked at them... It is unclear why the Fritzes, who have lighters and matches and probably even a flamethrower with them, needed this old-fashioned way of getting fire. Do they want to test the ingenuity of the pioneers. Are they measuring the mental development of the Soviet people? Or are they trivially mocking the captured boy? Who can understand them, these guys seem to be from another planet!
  The Nazis looked at each other, bared their teeth. The strangest and... and most terrifying thing for Oleg Rybachenko was that their faces were not evil, not cruel, not even mocking, no! Very curious, as if examining a strange little animal, especially bright interest is written on the senior professor, as if he deliberately took off his glasses. Not a drop of indifference, it is so interesting - how scientists are watching the experiment.
  Oleg Rybachenko repeated in a whisper, trying to control the excitement in his voice:
  - Everything got damp over the winter! It won't work!
  In the eyes, there was a feigned rather than sincere misunderstanding, but again without malice. But then one of the young men - not the one who unchained Oleg - stood up, grumbling, stretched, rubbed his butt, which had been bruised by the saddle, to the laughter of the other SS men... Oleg was not too surprised that some of the Germans were using horses to move - fuel was in short supply. Although for some reason, transports were crawling behind 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 vaguely resembled a lump of thin threads. Oleg Rybachenko, taking it in his hands, realized - dry moss.
  Once again the pioneer-child prodigy was surprised why Fritz, and even a doctor, was dragging grass in the plough... Maybe this moss is not so simple?
  Well, stop thinking, my head hurts. You have to seem simpler and stupider than you are. Oddly enough, the tinder caught fire right away - Oleg didn't hit the flint on the steel, but scraped it smoothly (I read somewhere) - and sparks rained down. And he had been able to build fires (now he had built an ordinary "hut") for several years, most of his life. Soon the fire was dancing with all its might - birch burns well and is damp. Here the young SS guards came to life, began to drive metal risers into the ground on either side of the fire.
  And Oleg Rybachenko's head started spinning, something extremely caustic crawled into his nose and instantly disconnected his consciousness from reality. But then a vision of stunning realism suddenly rolled over him.
  Even the child's personality changed, he imagined himself as an unfortunate orphan, with living parents. Moreover, his parents did not abandon him, no - they deprived his ancestors of their rights for debts and sent the boy to a correctional, prison shelter. Without guilt, but since your parents are in debt, then you, by court order in a dictatorial, space empire, are a juvenile delinquent.
  The orphanage was located in the industrial district of the capital and really did resemble a prison. There were bars and barracks everywhere. Oleg Rybachenko in a realistic vision spent the night on poorly planed wooden bunks. Other boys, both human and alien, lay nearby. No blankets, mattresses, pillows, a tired and often beaten body lies on a bare tree. Moreover, at night, the leg is chained to a chain so that they do not escape. There are about a hundred children in the cell, it is very stuffy, the bodies are sweaty, beaten ones are in the corner nearby, there is not even a sewer. And this is in a State whose starships furrow the expanses of the galaxy, and whose flags crown tens of thousands of inhabited worlds! However, the boys try to relieve themselves outside, about two thirds of the day they work. The hardest is considered to be in the workshop, dusty and boring. It makes your back and arms terribly tired, and your eyes start to "glitch", simple but labor-intensive operations require repetition. More pleasant work is in the fresh air in a field or at a construction site. Children are tried to alternate in various work processes so that they get less tired and get a discharge. But the body still hurts, many boys, in the orphanage - almost half of the people groan in their sleep.
  Oleg Rybachenko is tossing and turning nervously, the chain is jingling, the ring has rubbed his leg raw. The siren sounds, it means it's time to get up and go to work. The child's body has not yet rested, the other boys - naked of the human race and furry offspring of other worlds - are struggling to get up. The fatigue accumulated over months of slavery is felt as a dull pain in the muscles. The chains controlled by the embedded chip fly off the legs automatically, they are made of a very strong alloy that cannot be sawed through. Overseers appear, menacing shouts are heard.
  The boys are taken to wash, it won't take long, the water from the tanks is rusty. Oleg Rybachenko rinses his mouth, splashes to wash away the sweat. There is no ventilation in the cell, and sleep in a room smelling of sweat is not able to refresh. After that they are taken to breakfast, they have to eat standing, underage prisoners do not need chairs. They are fed bread and silage, meat is expensive and children are not allowed, so they prefer to float pasture. However, the horse is a vegetarian, and when it works, while the predators, having eaten meat, go to bed. Next to Oleg is his friend Timur. Both of them are twelve years old in this vision, or rather in another reality, an age that is critical for strong boys, when it is very difficult to come to terms with the slave lot.
  Timur, sipping nettle juice in a poorly washed glass, said with a groan:
  - And what about going to work in that shop again? I don't want to!
  - I don't want to stand there and repeat the same movement ten thousand times, - Oleg Rybachenko answered, cringing from unpleasant memories.
  - Maybe we'll ask to do some field work! - Timur looked dreamily at the sky, where three stars were shining on this planet. - In particular, to harvest crucian carp-peaches. They're so tasty, especially those with golden fins, and even if the warden doesn't look greedily, you can still pick something and put it in your mouth.
  Oleg Rybachenko sighed heavily:
  - I would also prefer exactly this kind of work in the bosom of gentle nature. - And here the embodied pioneer became more cheerful. - The robot observer can be fooled, most of the surveillance equipment here has already been stolen!
  Breakfast is over and they are being led to the parade...
  The children are lined up on the parade ground, the human boys try to stick together, the aliens line up according to height. They are divided into squads according to age and size. There are boys from five to sixteen years old, as well as furry and scaly youngsters from other worlds.
  The only thing they have in common is their clothes, or rather their almost complete lack of them; the boys are wearing only shorts with an identification number.
  The empire treats them according to the principle of squeezing more benefit for itself from those who have ceased to be considered citizens! Savings in everything, on clothes, shoes, however, some boys, even in free life, never knew shoes.
  But they often got beaten with sticks and rubber whips on their bare heels. Their heads were shaved, and they went to the bathhouse once every two weeks to get scalded. Then they shaved it off with a blunt clipper, since not much had time to grow back. The boys marched barefoot on sharp stones. While Oleg was used to it and his hardened feet didn't feel any pain, the smallest children bruised their heels and bare toes until they bled.
  The entire guard consists of aliens representing the most brutal races in the universe, only the head of the shelter, the elderly Frau Pontuss, looks with her bestial eyes of a sadist.
  The tiger-rhinoceros acting as a supervisor gives orders where everyone will work today, or rather, toil until they pass out. Oleg, drooping his bony shoulders, looks at the other half of the yard. There are girls there, from small to almost adults. Dressed like beggars in holey rags made of the coarsest linen. Their faces are dried out, their eyes seem large and sad. The rags are short, from under them you can see skinny but sinewy legs. The girls are also barefoot and all without exception are shaved bald. This is apparently done in order to humiliate them, to show once again that they are nothing. But it is not criminals gathered here - unfortunate abandoned children.
  Here they announce that a group of boys are going to the sewing shop, to work in the most boring and exhausting field. Timur can't stand it any longer and shouts with anguish:
  - I don't want to work like this! Send me to the plantations or to the garden.
  The boys froze, their tanned, thin bodies tensed.
  Pontus was clearly delighted at the new reason for execution:
  - Yesterday you behaved quietly, and I was afraid that your family would be left without an object lesson. That the boy would be made to run the gauntlet five times.
  A commotion ran through the ranks of children.
  - That's exactly it, - the warden said in a peremptory tone. - Hand out the rods to everyone.
  The blows were delivered with special barbed rods. The boys usually picked them from the bushes themselves, during periods when there was no work. However, even then children were forced to work like donkeys, even if it was of no use to the empire, for example, to dig a hole for half a day and then bury it for half a day.
  Oleg Rybachenko looked at his childish hands; they were covered in calluses, his fingers were bruised.
  The boys automatically took apart the rods, Oleg felt like they were instruments of torture - they were burning his fingers, and his legs were heavy. He didn't want to hit his friend, but he didn't have the courage to object. He could hardly see anything and hit his big toe painfully on a lying boulder. Oddly enough, the feeling of pain helped him to pull himself together and the fog before his eyes cleared. His step became firmer, although his toe had turned blue.
  They were lined up in a semicircle in a long line. Timur was tied with his hands to sticks and his shoulders were twisted to make it easier to beat the guilty boy. The boys squinted and tried to look away. At Frau Pontuss's order, they splashed brine on him, sprinkling his skinny but sinewy back with blue salt. Judging by the way the boy winced, he was starting to burn.
  The head of the shelter smacked her lips:
  - Now you will all learn a lesson. Hit harder, whoever shirks will be doomed to punishment himself.
  The assistant in this case, the rhinoceros rat, bared his fangs:
  - We'll deal with them quickly! The monster muttered.
  The boy was moved between the rows. The boys slowly raised the bars and the first blows fell on Timur's back. Judging by the scars on his back and sides, the boy had been punished more than once, so he only sighed and breathed heavily, like all the boys trying to hold back his screams.
  - Hit him harder! - Pontuss shouted. - Make him scream.
  The first to strike were the youngest boys, who simply lacked the strength to cause serious pain. But then the older boys began to hit. The child's back was cut with red stripes, blood dripped. The pain, intensified by the blue salt, made Timura cry out, 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! - Pontus answered. - But first a spanking.
  Yesterday's comrades were too excited and beat their yesterday's brother. Both humans and aliens beat with the same ferocity. The boy screamed, his bare feet leaving bloody marks. The rhinoceros rat snapped back and hit the boy with a club on his bare, tanned legs. He wanted to cause him more pain. The blow landed on the sinewy ankles, and the next one on the heels. Timur squealed and went limp. Then the torturer stuck a thick needle into the buttock, pouring in the liquid.
  - That's right! - Pontuss said. - Now he'd rather die than pass out. No one will escape punishment.
  Oleg Rybachenko stood almost at the very end of the line, and it seemed to him that the blows of the whip had rained down on him. Timur was brought down, the boy himself only twitched, screamed and cried. His round face turned crimson with pain, and a grimace of suffering twisted it.
  Seeing Oleg, he whispered with pale lips:
  - Have mercy!
  The boy hesitated and froze.
  The rhinoceros rat shouted:
  - Well, what are you standing there for? Hit me!
  Oleg Rybachenko replied:
  - No, I can't! He's my friend!
  The rhinoceros rat bared his teeth:
  - Do you want the same thing to happen to you?
  Oleg trembled and turned pale:
  - No but!
  Pontus interrupted him:
  - Enough! The boy has signed his own death warrant. What are you, thugs? Give him a good beating and hang him on the rack for others to admire.
  Oleg was pushed out of the line and pulled towards the goats. The boy tried to resist, but the tiger-rhinoceroses dealt with him like a kitten. They twisted his arms painfully, bones crunched. They laid him on the boards, the boy felt the roughness of the protruding nails with his cheek and stomach. They dug into his muscular chest, chin, front of his thighs, knees. His cheek was scratched until it bled.
  - Oh, no need! - Oleg asked.
  - We must! - the rat-rhinoceros declared, so that everyone would be set an example.
  The boy felt brine being poured on his back, and then salt being sprinkled. It stung like mustard plasters. Oleg winced, they smeared his calloused feet (the last time he had put on sandals in that strange memory that surfaced in this vision was six years ago), they almost immediately began to itch wildly. The rhinoceros rat stuck a needle into his buttock, he pricked roughly and painfully, the burning liquid entered inside.
  - Now you will be very scared, and you will not lose consciousness. - The monster croaked, baring his face, even a horror movie producer would stutter!
  - For what? - groaned the innocently imprisoned child. - For Christ's sake, show mercy.
  The rhinoceros rat, spitting poisonous saliva, replied:
  - I don't believe in these tales about the good Jesus! In general, if God exists, then he is evil and cruel. And the more evil and suffering you cause to your neighbor, the more power and bliss you will receive in the next world.
  - Absurd! - He said, turning pale with horror, what if God really is like that, boy.
  - You'll see! - The creature of cosmic Tartarus giggled. - But don't get your hopes up, you won't die today.
  Pontus commanded in a barking tone:
  - Proceed! Let him remember the kisses of the whip for eternity!
  The captured pioneer prodigy trembled, hearing a piercing whistle, and then a strong concussion, a blow from which the skin on his back burst. The rhinoceros rats hit hard, but at the same time they held back their strength so as not to kill. A scream burst from the boy's throat, he shuddered, tears came out. Having bitten his lip until it bled, the boy held back. A moment later another blow followed, shaking his entire body. Oleg Rybachenko took a deep breath, the pain, intensified by salt and brine, was unbearable.
  Pontus shouted:
  - Go on!
  Again the whistle and blows! Cuts to the very bone. The boy was burned to the very insides. It seemed as if his stomach was being beaten. Despite all efforts, part of the scream leaked out from behind tightly compressed lips.
  - Mother!
  More blows! On the back, between the sharp shoulder blades, and finally on the bare heels. The boy screams, he has no more strength to restrain himself. The scream erupts like a volcano from the throat and, it seems, the nose. Pontuss is pleased:
  - Now I see that you are beating him conscientiously. Beat him up well, but don't kill him!
  With each blow the pain becomes stronger. Tears mix with blood and fall onto the trestle bed. Bloody stripes on the back join together, merge into a crimson mess, the thin white bones of the boy begin to become bare. Oleg Rybachenko is suffocating, he does not have enough air, the wire has dug into his bending ankles. Bare heels hum from the concussion, the rough calloused skin does not give in immediately, but drops of blood still appear. The blows intensify, it seems that lightning runs along the nerve endings to the very spine. The other boys are silent, their conscience does not allow them to approve, the fear of reprisal does not allow them to condemn. You can see how the boys' heads are drooping, but their eyes are watching the execution. It is curious and tickles the nerves, most of them have already been flogged in a similar or more sophisticated way. You think, if only it weren"t me, and sometimes there"s sarcasm in your thoughts: he"s screaming, but of course he would have held out, he"s not such a weakling as Oleg.
  The beating is already going on bare bones, the back, sides, hips are one big wound. If it weren't for the injection of the stimulant, the boy would have been beaten to death - died from pain shock. But he plunged into something more terrible than Dante's Hell. This is when every molecule, every cell, every vein is saturated with nightmarish pain.
  Pioneer Oleg Rybachenko desperately tried to distract himself from the pain. Remembering his parents, the happy era of his distant childhood, he seemed to push off with his feet, from the hot, seething lava of suffering, but it sucked him in again, covered him with his head. So he swam through the ocean of torture, the dream of death as a savior from torment. The words of the Revelation of St. John came to mind. - And they will want to die, but they cannot. This is the fate that awaits sinners who torture children. The Lord will repay them a hundredfold, and the main punishment, as Jesus says in the Gospel of Matthew, will be eternal. And some will go to eternal life, others to eternal torment. This somehow consoles, hatred for enemies awakens, the desire to survive and win. The boy manages to shout:
  - You will pay for this, you will answer for every tear shed by a child on the Day of God's Judgment.
  - Shut up, bitch! - roars the rhinoceros rat.
  - You can't stifle the truth, - the pioneer exhaled.
  - Here's more!
  They beat him again, putting all their rage into it, breaking bones, but the pain has already reached such a threshold that it simply cannot become stronger. This is iron that can be heated to a certain temperature, and then it melts.
  Pontus understands this, the old woman (or rather, she looks no more than forty years old, but in reality she is over a couple of centuries old) has a lot of experience as an executioner:
  - Well, that's enough! Or he'll die! We'll treat the prisoner a little and torture him with the help of a computer. I just have a program called "Olympian Torture".
  The rhinoceros rat, yawning deliberately, says:
  - And where should we take him now? To the infirmary?
  - No, on the rack! - the warden snapped without appeal. Let him hang as a warning to the others. Just give him some injections to support his heart. And let Timur be run through the gauntlet again, and let him get the rest of the blows from you. There's no time to put on a show. We need to work!
  The alien with the whip bowed his head and moved his furry ears:
  - Yes, mistress. Well, drive him away again.
  New blows rained down on Timur. This time, no one dared to object. There was not the slightest desire to fall into the hands of the executioners. Timur screams and falls every now and then. They lift him up and beat him again. The second series of blows is already coming to an end. Only a few boys remain. One of them is the oldest, about sixteen years old, a beard is already sprouting and a moustache is visible. He clearly hesitates, strikes, but does it easily, barely touching.
  Frau Pontuss is furious:
  - Hang this lazy young man on the rack and tie a stone to his feet. Let him suffer.
  The boy is grabbed, he flexes his well-defined muscles, the fruit of hard work, and shouts:
  - Well, what are you looking at, guys, beat them!
  The boys shudder, a murmur runs through the ranks, but they lack the determination to rush at their tormentors.
  The young man is dragged, each rhinoceros rat is at least seven times heavier than him. There is no point in fighting back. But then events occur on the level of those that change the fate of an empire. Two shots are fired and the rhinoceros rats fall, the monsters' backs are cut, deep craters gape. The young man freed himself and fell, but immediately jumped up with a cry:
  - You 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:
  - More likely even human. Know that a deal with the Devil does not guarantee heaven on Earth and a warm place in hell. Relying on Satan is like sitting in an electric chair!
  The second fiery Aurora of this year rings out:
  - What's going on here is a plot for a horror movie. To do this to children. Take the boy off the rack.
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head and... came to. She was not lying down during the vision, but simply standing in place...
  And it wasn't long before the Nazis were still busy
  Cooking. But this terrible intoxication that arose from inhaling the smoke from the strange moss, the SS doctors, seemed far from brief.
  Oleg Rybachenko immediately thought, why it didn't work on these Fritzes. They don't seem to have filter masks? And why is this hallucination so horrible? What are they doing to him?
  But the Nazis themselves behaved quite naturally, even became somehow friendlier, hinting that they might eat with us.
  They really dragged a couple of huge thighs of a cow stolen from the locals. Then one Nazi dragged a huge pot, and the second fascist went with Oleg to get water. Again, the inquisitive pioneer thought it was strange, two leather buckets, and ordinary metal or wood at worst. And one of them was dragged by an SS man himself, which is also not quite typical.
  The pioneer stood on his feet not quite confidently, the blows of this execution felt too real, and the descendant of Lomonosov guessed that there was something more behind it than a simple or even not simple hallucination.
  The water flowed a hundred paces from the camp, a silvery, crystal-sparkling stream from under two stones hanging over the balcony. Oleg Rybachenko greedily leaned towards it. Only now did the boy feel that everything inside had baked into stone, or more precisely, into coal. He greedily pressed his face to the pleasant coolness and... got hit 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 delivered by the fascist without malice, but with such force that Oleg was thrown onto the stones, he stopped hearing with his left ear, and that side of his head actually went numb.
  The thug doctor in a lab coat and a gold chain burst out laughing and roared:
  - Boxing! Boxing!
  . CHAPTER #4.
  The young pioneer boy jumped up and rushed at the young SS man. Aiming under the solar plexus with a deceptive right hand, and cleverly covering himself with his left. He had attended a couple of boxing classes, and his memory was perfect. For example, a deceptive punch and a sharp half-uppercut and half-side left hand. Then the body, hip, abs, and even leg extension are involved in the punch. And - most importantly, boxers usually do not expect a punch with an attachment from the left hand when fighting a right-hander. The surprise factor worked, Oleg Rybachenko did it! The young and well-trained SS man did not know that Oleg, although not left-handed, could throw a "gun" from the left. And he caught a hook to the jaw. And a great one at that - the SS soldier only managed to stay on his feet because he fell backwards into a sheer rock block... And the weight of a half-starved boy wasn't enough to knock down a select soldier - the SS doesn't take weaklings!
  If Oleg Rybachenko were a more experienced fighter in this move, he would probably go for a series of finishing blows. But his skill is not praised, and his physical characteristics are not praised either.
  But he still did a pretty good job, especially considering that the punch had not been practiced in training, and Oleg Rybachenko himself, despite his great natural abilities, had a cool attitude towards boxing.
  Now he even regretted that he had not signed up for the section where coach Faranenko had said - you will grow up to be a big guy, but fast and with the reaction of a lightweight. Soon the USSR will participate in the Olympic Games - and you could have fought for a medal with dignity!
  What do you say? Oleg Rybachenko responded to this:
  - I'd rather save my head for more useful things for the country than to clean each other's snouts! For example, if we make a tractor that runs on sawdust, or even on ordinary garbage, then it would be much more
  It will bring benefit to the Fatherland!
  But now the boy himself got it badly.
  Oleg Rybachenko had never been beaten like that in his life. The adult SS man quickly crushed the organized resistance of the ten-year-old boy, albeit tall for his age (which he nevertheless showed and hit him successfully a couple of times) and skillfully pounded him with his fists - raised the fallen one and hit him again. When Oleg Rybachenko stopped resisting (That is, he almost lost consciousness, that is, there are still thoughts in his head, you are not in darkness, but the body no longer obeys. Anyone who has seriously fought in the ring probably knows what it is like to end up in grog.). The fascist allowed him to fall and, strangely enough, did not hit the fallen man even once. However, the doctor-executioner shouted something to him in an anagram language. He filled a bucket and poured water on his broken face.
  It feels like a drowning kitten, and the water from the ice that has just melted is so cold - it's like winter swimming!
  Oleg shook himself, stood up and spat blood from his left cheek, which had burst from the inside, onto his boot. The SS man did not beat him any more - he suddenly sighed that, considering the troops in which the monster served, it was surprising, almost sympathetic, and he began to collect water himself in buckets made of crocodile skin (it seems that such extravagance is not without reason)...
  Rybachenko Jr. noted this circumstance as good and bad at the same time. The good thing is that they will not be killed, at least until the experiment is brought to its logical conclusion. True, the finish may turn out to be very close and possibly a release from torment! The bad thing is that they will be heavily guarded and in order to escape, in fact, one must use ingenious ingenuity!
  Oleg Rybachenko soon became convinced that being a guinea pig meant having certain advantages over other prisoners of war.
  It turned out that the captives and captives would also be fed hot food. So they respected the SS guards, who had long since eaten something from the tins and were simply lying on some mats, chattering or sleeping. Well, and the werewolves wandered around - either hunting, or keeping watch, or both. However, Oleg was not happy about this. He was lying on the bare legs of Aurora and another young girl (he couldn't fall on the damp, still cold ground, could he?) and hissed - Margarita was wiping his face with the edge of Oleg Rybachenko's sailor suit, wet in melted water, approvingly saying:
  - You've become a real man now. You lost with your fists, but won with fools!
  Aurora suggested:
  - Yes, I'll give him a face massage, the cut will heal faster.
  Oleg Rybachenko smiled with difficulty. Very unnaturally. He felt unwell, to the point of dancing devils with plasma skates on their hooves. And at the same time... did he feel more cheerful now? He was a little afraid of what would happen next: now they would lay him out on the stones and beat him with whips from the heart, and maybe even try fire. But the Nazis did not even look here, and were talking about something in their bird dialect, taking turns tasting from the cauldron.
  Margarita whispered in his ear:
  - You are certainly a good boy... But be smarter! When strong, seem weak and vice versa!
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - Unfortunately, there is no point in pretending to be weak, because that is how it is!
  Well, they hit me hard on the horns... Besides the cut cheek, they were still loose, though not much, the skeleton was strong - two teeth. My ribs were sore, and my ear was aching.
  However, the execution during the fantastic vision caused much more suffering.
  - Enough, okay, - Oleg Rybachenko pushed away Aurora's long fingers with his again cuffed hands, sat down with the hem of his sailor suit. He shivered. - No, it's gotten cold. And I'm hungry...
  How consciousness depends on being - you will involuntarily become a Marxist. If only you survive!
  The prison gruel was slopped into aluminum bowls - they were transported in one of the armored transports. But spoons were not provided. Apparently, it was believed that the slaves would eat the thick porridge anyway. Or they decided to make fun of them, because these spoons were not that scarce. Well, that's better!
  You become a real savage - the boy burst out laughing and immediately covered his mouth to avoid getting hit.
  The porridge turned out to be buckwheat mixed with pearl barley - thick, almost unsalted and, of course, without meat or anything similar, well, maybe they added a little fish for the smell. An elementary almost empty mixture of two grains (and they themselves gobbled it up with smoked meat, judging by the smell). But the young pioneer's stomach had long ago let him down to the limit: so that even hunger retreated a little, it returned only at the sight of the porridge, but with tripled force.
  True, it was hard to eat - a couple of times the hot mixture got on his wounded cheek from the inside, and tears welled up in his eyes from the pain - what the hell?! And the "bracelets" were in the way, Oleg Rybachenko jerked his arms, angrily throwing sparks from his eyes around himself... and at some point he realized that his right hand had slipped halfway through the ring from one of these jerks!
  It's incredible - could the SS have screwed up so primitively? If only we could get rid of the wolves trained by the punishers!
  Oleg Rybachenko froze. He immediately forced himself to chew, covering himself with a bowl. And he twisted his right hand until the hardened steel cut into his skin completely unbearably.
  It seems like not everyone in SS is so cool!
  And he realized that he could probably pull his hand out. The ring was designed for a larger hand - a man's or a local young man's, maybe even an older boy who had worked hard. But for the sweaty hands of the pre-teen boy Oleg Rybachenko, the trap was wide.
  The boy whispered:
  - Victory awaits! Victory awaits! Those who are eager to break the shackles! Our grandfathers defeated the Fritzes! We will also kill them like game!
  Aurora, looking tenderly at Oleg Rybachenko, smoothly pushed his hand back (blood appeared on his hand from a wide cut and abrasion). 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 of her eyes point-blank, like a cobra - without stopping. Then she shook her head, imperceptibly pointed at the werewolves. Then, without stopping eating - grabbing directly with her scarlet lips from the cup standing on her raised knee, she lowered her hands and on the wet ground began to draw winding lines turning into waves.
  Oleg Rybachenko didn"t understand anything, but a victory song was already playing in his head;
  Young, sweet, pure;
  Country of red councils!
  The sun rises radiantly,
  Given with my heart!
  
  Our lakes are clear,
  Stormy crystal river!
  The boys are running around with the ball,
  Run up the hill together!
  
  My chest is bursting with air,
  There's spring in every blade of grass!
  I turn to the Lord,
  Let evil and trouble pass us by!
  
  The times have become harsh,
  Fascism has invaded Rus'!
  Let's forge something new for battle,
  Let communism reign!
  
  Together things always go well,
  We are like a clenched fist!
  Before, the cavalry galloped,
  Well, now a steel tank!
  
  Lenin's great work,
  We will continue as is!
  Stalin the wise genius,
  That he taught us to win!
  
  And finally I will tell you,
  Whoever folds loses!
  I will express the thought more precisely,
  The finale is coming soon!
  After such sand, Oleg Rybachenko felt like the sea was knee-deep! And the mountains were definitely shoulder-deep!
  The girls also perked up and whispered ear to ear. Everyone began to hope.
  The descendant of Lomonosov and Stenka Razin puffed out his cheeks and then gasped - the damned cut hurt.
  What if we manage to escape?! Oleg Rybachenko quickly looked around, as if his thoughts - could (and who knows, if they can send, hallucinations, then who knows what kind of equipment they have!) be overheard by the SS guards.
  The fiery devil with a hellish gleam in her eyes touched the steel rings on the hands of the young pioneer boy and nodded approvingly: yes, we can try! This is clear even without discussion and without unnecessary words.
  The warrior with the color of fox hair whispered:
  - Even if one survives... There will be someone to take revenge on!
  But then Oleg Rybachenko froze inside, as if frozen. And one simple thought froze him: he would twist his arms. And then... and then he would have to help the other girls free themselves. Otherwise, he would not be an excellent pioneer, but who would he be?!
  I remembered the words: a leader is not the one who goes forward himself! But the one who walks and helps others!
  And who are they to you - such beautiful girls with their legs smashed to the point of bleeding. Something inside the young Leninist rebelled - with the roar of thousands of tornadoes it rebelled! If it works out - run as fast as you can and...
  Indeed, if you are going to run, then when there is no other chance. Otherwise, it is treason.
  He again met the eyes of first Margarita, and then Aurora, who, also clearly having cheered up, was licking the bowl with relish. And she, sticking her nose out of the bowl, winked.
  - We're not holding you! - The Fire Devil added. - If you leave, help will definitely come!
  Oleg Rybachenko nodded and replied:
  - I swear! As a pioneer, I will contact the partisans and they will save you!
  Well, that's what they decided! Then things went much more prosaically. It was already good that Oleg wasn't the one who had to wash the bowls - apparently they were either afraid to unchain him again or decided to let the girls do the work. A trifle, but it was nice in such a situation. The bad thing was that they had to go again, and when these fascists would calm down. They couldn't find anything more or less stable.
  It's a bit chilly, and although the wind has died down, clouds have gathered overhead and a cold rain has begun to fall from them. The SS men now seem to be even happy, although they and their werewolves give off a wet stench.
  We had to walk quite a bit. This is the world here - the special microclimate of 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 were treacherously sticking together.
  It's such a weight, as if a hundred-ton carcass were pressing on you and you couldn't breathe deeply.
  "Oh, I'll get sick," thought Oleg Rybachenko, moving his legs heavily, which had begun to go numb again. "I'll definitely get sick now, but what then? The fascists certainly won't give me aspirin or penicillin, and they'll probably even be stingy with the honey. Or will they? Will they save it for experiments? Where are we poor things going now?!"
  Once again the reality of rain and suffering evaporated, and he fell asleep on the move. Which is probably only good in this situation;
  A cosmic battle in a sense;
  Pioneers Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko, as excellent students and outstanding athletes, received the right to represent their country, the USSR, in 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 died down. Indeed, German troops have retreated from the border, and the Wehrmacht is victoriously advancing in Africa, and has already conquered Egypt, and it was just reported that Gibraltar had been captured. In connection with which Stalin personally congratulated the Fuhrer!
  A delirious vision, there are no words, 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 obsession.
  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 already even considered a fraternal ideology to national socialism. And a movement similar to Stakhanov's has appeared...
  Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko are boxers from the youngest age group, they are only eleven years old, the lower limit for participation in competitions. But they are quite big guys for their age, and also from an era of not so rapid acceleration as at the end of the twenty-first century.
  Oleg, though, is smaller, thinner, from a lighter weight category, but very fast. Dmitry is larger, broader in the bones, he can be given to look like a heroic youth of no less than fourteen.
  The boys also differ in hair color. Oleg is fair-haired, like snow, a natural blond. Dmitry has brown hair, chestnut-haired. Oleg is a few months younger, and with his round face he looks like a child, and Dmitry is simply a handsome man, worthy of a propaganda poster. Girls are already looking at him, not believing that he is just such a big boy.
  However, Oleg Rybachenko is much more erudite than Dmitry, although both boys are very smart and get straight A's. After all, in the Soviet Union, good athletes must be excellent students.
  The rest of the guys are older, but under eighteen, although a couple of giants are a good two meters tall and weigh almost a hundred kilograms...
  Boxers, the best young talent in the country... And the champions of Germany and its dependent countries will fight 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 with excellent characteristics. Stalin ordered that our new generation born under Soviet power should 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 fight?
  The pioneer boy replied:
  - I have a dozen plans for each opponent... But first I have to look at him, and only then make a decision... Each one requires a personal approach, the slightest movement and specifics, including the physiological structure of the opponent, dictate a purely individual tactic.
  Dmitry snorted contemptuously:
  - But I do it much more simply! Without tactics, I rush at the enemy, hit harder and more often and break.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted:
  - There are few guys your age who are as big and physically developed as you. That's why the pressure tactic works. You can just take him by storm. But I'm almost of normal height, maybe a little taller than average, and to become the champion of the USSR, such a huge country, pressure alone is not enough. You can't take your opponent by brute force, he also trains, leads a healthy lifestyle, eats right, studies tactics. And then you need to outplay him like in a game of chess. Sometimes even by sacrificing something for the sake of checkmate.
  Dmitry objected harshly:
  - And my opponents train, and in the final, the boy was even bigger and heavier than me. Much depends on how you train. Some people think that you can become an Olympic champion in two weeks, working yourself to the point of exhaustion... This is a misconception. After all, the most important thing in sports training is not so much to give a superload, as to perform a super-recovery. But there is a correct, individually selected set of exercises and the most important thing is subsequent recovery and gaining strength... After which you fight in one breath, throwing hundreds of punches in three rounds, or rather, in fact, much less.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted:
  - Well, that's also true, of course! In particular, the secret of proper breathing, and injections into the growth points of a child's body... There are some Know-How of our guru here. But I don't understand why he doesn't share them with other trainers?
  Dmitry whispered:
  - He told me in secret that you and I... Not only boxers, but first and foremost soldiers. We still have something special to do... Something very important, even more important than Olympic gold!
  Oleg bowed his fair head and said:
  - Something more important... Perhaps he told me the same thing... That the fate of humanity could depend on the actions of two Soviet pioneer boys. Just like in a fairy tale.
  Dmitry philosophically noted:
  - Where do fairy tales come from, if not from life? Maybe it will really be like that! Although we are not ugly ducklings, but... It is still too early to call us eagles.
  Oleg Rybachenko smoothly changed the subject of conversation:
  - Do you think the threat of a German invasion has finally passed?
  Dmitry shrugged his broad shoulders in bewilderment:
  - In my opinion, you are a greater specialist here. Personally, I think that you can't hit with all your arms and legs at once, and it's also impossible to attack in all directions. However, if you move in a jump...
  Oleg Rybachenko chuckled:
  - Sounds quite logical... But we don't know what exactly Hitler has in mind, but the tension has indeed eased, and German planes have stopped violating our airspace, and the clanking of caterpillar tracks is no longer heard abroad, that's a fact. And the Fuhrer has also sent some of the workers back to their machines. That is, the Third Reich has hidden its fangs... But we must not relax.
  Dmitry took a baked sandwich with fish and special low-fat cheese from his backpack and handed it to Oleg. After that, he took out a twice-large one for himself. He offered:
  - Let's eat... You can't take long breaks in eating and protein intake. When the concentration of amino acids in the body drops, the muscles lose strength.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted:
  - For bodybuilders who work on mass, this is quite fair, but for boxers... After all, not every meat makes the body beautiful, and even more so, increases combat effectiveness!
  Dmitry, having bitten off a sandwich and added a tomato to it, agreed:
  - Not all, but... I even eat or drink egg whites at night so that the concentration of amino acids does not drop. And it is best not to use chicken eggs, but quail or ostrich eggs, well, the latter are rare, though... Although in Central Asia they have already started breeding ostriches...
  Oleg joked quite seriously (judging by his tone):
  - Very valuable protein in the front legs of frogs. I recommend trying it!
  Dmitry giggled like a boy:
  - Yes, but in oysters with red Indian pepper even more so!
  Oleg, however, carefully took a bite out of the sandwich and began to devour the piece. The fish was red, tasty, soaked in ketchup with ground garlic. It could have given him a little more strength... Like, for example, in Winnie the Pooh...
  - Winnie the Pooh has a good life! He has a wife and children, he's a fool!
  Oleg suddenly suggested:
  - Maybe we should sing?
  Dmitry noted without much enthusiasm:
  - Isn't it too early to sing?
  Oleg Rybachenko smiled:
  - Just right, especially since we flew over the USSR border!
  Dmitry asked his partner:
  - Scissors or paper?
  Oleg waved it off:
  - Maybe we'd better do without childish jokes. We are peaceful people, but our armored train managed to accelerate to the speed of light...
  Dmitry interrupted:
  - No! We don't need such kindergarten songs. Let's have something more... patriotic!
  Oleg inflated his lungs and began to sing, composing as he went. Danka, in turn, sang along quite well. Or rather, his voice was like a marshal's trumpet, or maybe even a Jericho trumpet;
  Pioneer is a proud word,
  Stalin tied his tie dearly.
  There is no other party than the house party,
  For me, a communist is an ideal!
  
  I swore to serve the Fatherland forever.
  So that the Motherland may flourish,
  So that everyone can be better off in life,
  To make your flight steeper than that of an eagle!
  
  The thunder roared - the war had come,
  So, boys, go ahead and set out on a hike!
  The Wehrmacht stuck its stinking snout in,
  So we'll throw it away!
  
  They didn't give rifles to the guys,
  The answer was you are too young for years!
  They ran away to become soldiers anyway,
  Because bayonets are so necessary!
  
  Near Moscow we fought in the snowdrifts,
  We ran barefoot in the frost...
  Beautiful pioneer girls run around in robes -
  If you don't have a grenade, hit with your fist!
  
  How cruel are the fascist katys -
  How much longer can you feed them blood?
  But the Nazis will face retribution,
  The vultures will turn into game!
  
  The ration for lunch is modest - hunger,
  The soldiers got frostbite on their feet...
  I'm basically just a child,
  But the fathers are proud of the feat!
  
  The tank is rushing forward, the Tiger's barrel is pointed,
  But the young fighter clutched the grenade!
  And the fascist bastard stumbled upon a mine:
  Here the hot torch embraced him!
  
  Even a little boy will become a giant,
  If you have cultivated courage!
  Pioneers as links are united,
  The soul is stronger: titanium is a metal!
  
  The Wehrmacht didn't get through, they got hit in the forehead,
  The steel coffins were drowned!
  There are such boys in Russia,
  Generations of descendants are proud!
  
  The battle is on again, this time on the Volga,
  Pioneer became a terminator!
  The fascists have full morgues,
  And the wave of death is broken against the shore!
  
  There is no count of how many of ours died,
  How many will die again - there are no tears...
  But such is the fighters' job;
  Christ will resurrect those who are worthy!
  
  They became Komsomol members in Berlin,
  There he took the oath of allegiance!
  Half of Europe and the Union are barefoot,
  Our young team has marched off!
  
  And now we will build a new world,
  Everyone will become a creator-demiurge...
  Will sink into the abyss of suffering - war,
  We will not know what fear means!
  
  Kindness in the universe shall reign,
  And then the pain will disappear, believe me...
  With us is the best of all geniuses - Stalin,
  The beast of Hitler's hell has been defeated!
  
  We fought bravely for this,
  She deserves eternal honor...
  And understand that the party is important -
  The universe will lead to your dream!
  The entire plane sang this song in chorus. It sounded so solemn that it was enough to make you cry...
  . CHAPTER #5.
  The vision disappeared, and the boy writer and genius again found himself in the reality of the wandering column.
  Oleg Rybachenko was even more furious from the impossibility of having a trivial conversation with someone (his tongue had gone completely numb after the vision). And somehow he didn't even immediately realize that they were approaching the forest. It ended - it was soaked, and underfoot there was a well-trodden road, although soaked, but clear, cut here and there by the tracks of carts, cars, the tracks of light tanks, motorcycles and even horses' hooves.
  The cold mud, like disgusting 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, quite exhausted, encouraged her brother in arms:
  - It's getting dark already, they'll let us rest soon!
  An hour and a half after the rain began, they passed what from afar seemed like a ridge of hills. Up close, Oleg Rybachenko realized that these were not hills, but a rampart with machine-gun towers. An ancient Crimean rampart, stretching to the east and west, as far as the eye could see. At equal intervals on the "hills" one could see gray stone rings, almost leveled to the ground - the ruins of watchtowers. Between two of these - into a hollow, which was probably once an opening for a gate, the captured column passed.
  Then they were again put to sleep. They were not even removed from their shackles or fed. Sleep covered the girls like a raven's wing;
  Suddenly the scenery in front of the girls changed (and dreams are often too pretentious!) and they found themselves in the sea, or rather on a pier with a sea view and a cool one.
  The Komsomol girls came out to the port, the silhouette of the destroyer was not far away, about two or three kilometers away, but it almost merged with the horizon. Here they were attacked again, for the umpteenth time, by five rat-roaches. These are such disgusting creatures, with six paws, that when you look at them you feel like vomiting. However, it was a matter of two seconds, blows with daggers and it was all over.
  The beauty Margarita even sang:
  - And for me it"s like an emetic, a love potion!
  Red Aurora let out a whistle through her nostrils:
  - But the behavior is good - and I kicked him in the jaw!
  More dangerous creatures were the axe-gulls. They had the ability to shoot with their beaks. The tip was thrown out and pierced the skin, injecting acid. Then the axe-bird landed on the fallen victim - tore the flesh. True, here they were mostly shot. But four predators with mutually sharpened heads tried to attack the scouts.
  - Here they are, another perversion of nature! - the fiery devil Aurora noted...
  - Whoever created them never distorts anything! - In Margarita's new mission, atavistic religious feelings again manifested themselves. 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 objected again:
  - No, this once again demonstrates the powerful force of mutations. A series of similar effects could have given birth to life!
  Having thrown two chakras, the girls cut down the predators, and then caught the disks that returned to them.
  - It's like a boomerang, but titanium cuts! - The fiery devil grinned.
  - Okay! What this titanium can't cut, this metal is weaker than blotting paper.
  The girls began to turn the floating craft. The fiery devil suddenly asked pleadingly:
  - Come on, Margarita, compose a song for the last time!
  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 began to sing softly, the words flowing and shimmering:
  An oracle among the magic stones,
  Born of the storm - bright sun!
  We are not the offspring of the flawed darkness,
  Like a flower on a ray of light, a song curls!
  
  Of course, rock can be harmful -
  He predicts troubles, grief, and death for us!
  And ghosts in pale splendor,
  They shine like a sign in the night!
  
  But we will not be superstitious,
  Russian warrior - sword in hand!
  Let us serve Jesus faithfully -
  May the devil be a fool forever!
  
  There is no stronger Fatherland than steel,
  After all, our will is like metal!
  The wise Stalin leads the attack,
  "Andryusha" is a 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's speeches!
  
  Praise to you, Rus, with singing,
  We sing hymns to her in formation,
  Vengeance will come to the enemies -
  Let's deal with the crows!
  
  We will build a new holy world,
  May the Almighty bless us!
  Luxury and new clothes for the girls,
  You won't become a caliph for just an hour!
  
  Reward us with a wondrous vision-
  The voice of the Lord calls to the sword!
  Life will become a cloying jam,
  When you are as strong as a KAMAZ!
  
  The lush oak groves of the homeland,
  Where you know with your soul, you will rest!
  You will receive oceans of glory,
  You will enter the Kremlin as a ruler!
  
  You are a knight - a tribe of giants,
  The expanse of the seas and the sparkle of the ice floes!
  Sand of the golden great desert,
  And with emerald velvet - forest!
  
  We go boldly into the bloody battle,
  Even though the "Tigers" roar menacingly!
  The Nazis have clawed paws,
  Adolf certainly looks cool!
  
  But the mustachioed one got punched in the face,
  The snout twisted, the jaw dropped!
  And our people are great, proud,
  Showed power to the fascist creature!
  
  Now it's time for light-
  The grace of heaven has come...
  The exploits are glorified in poems.
  Christ the Holy One is risen in the soul!
  Aurora applauded, clapping her hands so hard that a cloud of flies rose up:
  - Margarita sang well, but you need to perform psalms in the church choir. All your thoughts are fixated on religious themes!
  - You have to atone for your sin, - said the mature Korshunova, who had once again fallen into religious ecstasy. - He who sells his soul always remains at a loss - he gives the immortal for the mortal!
  The fiery devil burst out laughing:
  - I see you can also speak beautifully! Well, okay, my dear, now we have a fun walk ahead of us.
  Having sat on an inflatable boat, undetectable by radar and painted like a night butterfly, the Komsomol girls swam to the grand destroyer. Now they had to do something grandiose. In a moment of danger, all reflexes and reactions became more acute. The Komsomol girls felt sounds for many kilometers, the splash of waves, the screeching of seagulls and even the yawns of fish. They heard someone swimming across! The Komsomol girls, raising their machine guns, saw a guy on an inflatable mattress. He took off his mask, and the face of Denis Baranov appeared. The zombie officer, a previously convicted penal battalion, in this vision noticeably younger and much more attractive, winked at them.
  In a hoarse voice that made the air crunch, he said:
  - I am sent by the great black Fuhrer!
  - But we didn't write anything! - the girls exclaimed in chorus.
  Mirabela was not at all pleased by the appearance of a hardened criminal from their battalion, but Aurora, on the contrary, bared a satisfied smile. By the way, it is surprising, but as soon as the prisoner dropped fifteen years and got rid of the scar, the scarecrow turned into a quite nice guy. If they had not known in advance, they probably would not have recognized Baranov.
  - No need! - exclaimed the stupefied former convict. - My only goal is to die! In the next life I will become a sultan, and my harem will contain a hundred thousand virgins.
  - At least deal with one. Otherwise it will be cool, only the opposite! - Margarita declared, trying to seem wittier than she was.
  Denis fell silent, usually such zombies are not particularly talkative. Although this time, it was a combat vehicle.
  - Do you have a decent military experience? - Aurora asked. Indeed, they had 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 as magoradiation and non-terrestrial radiation.
  Magoraradiation is a radiation that does not kill living things, but changes the properties of matter, including transformations, the fusion of various forms of life - including animate and inanimate.
  Unter-radiation - unlike ordinary radiation - does not cause ionization of atoms, but their rearrangement in molecules, and most actively in DNA and cells carrying genetic information. In some cases it can be used for medical purposes, for faster regeneration.
  - Of course! - Baranov said confidently. - I've fought many times!
  Red Aurora doubted:
  - Who did you kill?
  The former criminal blurted out:
  - Infidels!
  The fiery devil twisted her snout:
  - How so, you are a Russian officer:
  - I am a mujahideen and my task is to destroy the infidels! - Baranov howled. - This is my eternal destiny.
  Aurora whispered in Margarita's ear:
  - Don't argue! Better complete the task.
  The zombie was humming in Arabic. The radio was broadcasting the latest news.
  - Militants have become noticeably more active in Chechnya. In particular, an attempt was made to fire on the government building. During the battle, five policemen were killed and eleven were wounded, the militants' losses are being clarified. According to some information, the former chairman of the Sharia court received about one hundred million dollars from foreign sponsors and is actively trying to work it off. A special operation was carried out in the mountains: the bandits were dispersed.
  The zombie came to life:
  - We'll soon hit the infidels so hard that they'll run away to whistles and jeers! - His words were interrupted by a wave rolling in, it tossed the boat up and splashed it. - That's right, I say!
  - In principle, it is true! - Aurora let sparkles out of her eyes. - The USA is a great enemy of Islam. It is corrupting it with the help of Hollywood, pornographic newspapers, mystical series. Now we will have to shoot the Yankees a little.
  The girls swam up to the destroyer. Captain First Rank Rudolph Reagan, having taken a sip of his favorite cognac (well, these Americans are such alcoholics, it"s not for nothing that the USA has become a symbol of an unhealthy lifestyle and decay!), lay down on the bed, resting his head on the chest of a whore. When in his youth he was into guys, and after Franklin Truman allowed homosexuals to serve in the army, he had experience of intercourse even with admirals. And once even with a four-star hero of the Indian War. But under the president-terminator, and even a Muslim, morals became different and gays were suppressed. After that, Rudolph Reagan decided to show his omnivorousness by inviting whores. Nevertheless, caressing a tender female body, he did not stop imagining guys, muscular, black, capable of delivering indescribable pleasure.
  Of course they are a scumbag and a pervert after this!
  Rudolph Reagan let the whore ride him, but he couldn't get off and was exhausted. No, he urgently needed a guy. Although men are worse than women in some ways, they don't have enough money - they want career growth. Galina noted this - it will come in handy when destroying the enemies of Soviet Russia; the Americans and their allies.
  The guards are acting carelessly. It's cold and they prefer to warm themselves with undiluted whiskey. Margarita winced (they are such complete alcoholics - after all, the alcohol molecule symbolizes the destruction of the body, especially the female one), the Yankees are fools!
  Waves were glowing on the monitors, sometimes creatures appeared. One of these dangerous beasts was a 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 easily bite a person in half or even worse poison. The girls were not visible, they splashed themselves with a reflector, and the zombie's ambient temperature was even a couple of degrees colder.
  Throwing the whore aside, Rudolph Reagan said in a hoarse voice:
  - Go away, I want to sleep. And you, march to the big bed!
  - As you wish, just pay! - the disheveled whores squealed.
  "You're not skilled enough, half a grand will do!" Rudolph Reagan replied, and then he had to stop himself from burping. "As you wish! But that's robbery."
  - In what sense? - The soldier prostitutes were surprised.
  - You have a good job, - whined Rudolf. - You got pleasure and got rich, and I will be shaking like hell! - The general really did shake, his double chin trembled.
  - You won't get naked! - The prostitute cried out in despair (and it's offensive when they insert morals!). - I'll go and look for another client!
  - But keep in mind, our sailors are temperamental, - Rudolf Reagan noted with an ambiguous threat.
  The Komsomol girls were already close. The zombie leaned against the warrior Galina, lowering his head onto her shoulder. The dead officer pressed his cheek to her silky, fragrant hair, kissing her on the top of her head. His cold lips unpleasantly burned her hair, and the officer smelled like a corpse.
  - Get lost! - Margarita said menacingly, angry. - What a lover I've found.
  - I didn't mean to offend you! You just look like a houri. - The semblance of a sentient corpse hissed.
  - We'll fight in masks. No one should see that we're girls. - Her friend, the fiery Aurora, took out a flask with a stimulant. She took a couple of sips. The flask is not particularly clever, it's made like an accordion, so there's no air in it. So the life-giving liquid flows out on its own. The warrior added a note to herself. - As it empties, it contracts: as a result, the water doesn't splash, and you can move silently.
  However, even the sounds here are different, muffled, as if deprived of power. The ringing girls' voices seem hoarse. The waves are like a black blanket in the darkness of which lights sometimes flicker, almost square fish are trying to spit something out of their mouths. Here a light-colored silhouette jumped out of the water and was cut almost in half by Aurora's burst. This fish has sharp fins and I didn't want to get hurt by them.
  The Komsomol girls are not visible, the boat automatically changes color to match the seascape, just as the chameleon suits exhibit their qualities. The camouflage is perfect. In particular, you can see how the sailors catch mutant fish. They do it very simply: First, they dip the rubber, thickly grease it with machine oil and gasoline: the smell spreads far. The rat turtle loves it, it generally eats chemicals like a cockroach. It catches, swallows, clinging to the hook. True, you can't eat this nasty stuff. But the live bait is not bad. Large fish bite on it, sometimes the size of a dolphin. Some of them are edible and are even considered a delicacy.
  There are 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 lake Radical, so it was named in tune with Baikal, only polluted. Emerald carp with uranium spots causes narcotic intoxication, if fried correctly, a mistake of even one minute will lead to the painful death of a gourmet. And such "glitches" are unusual, bright in color, you won't even see such a thing in a blockbuster. Very profitable fishing, metaquasi-lethal mutants, emerald and radioactive, dangerous when consumed, and at the same time carp as big as catfish were tried to breed outside the zone, but they died there.
  The girls saw this and raised their machine guns. Margarita suddenly recoiled; a thin squeak sounded in her ear:
  - The ship is four hundred meters away.
  The blonde terminator happily replied:
  - Excellent, we continue to get closer.
  Aurora and Margarita's eyes saw in the dark no worse than cats, and maybe even better. There were a little more people on board, about thirty-five, including the mercenary fishermen, many of whom were drunk. The zombie also took aim at his opponent, the former prisoner officer had a machine gun with a silencer.
  He aimed, quietly clicked the safety catch, and turned on the night vision monocular. He looked like a professional, especially when he pressed the rubber eyecup to his face so as not to give away his position to observers with a greenish glow.
  The girls looked at the opponents through the computer optics. It immediately fixed the targets, setting the maximum rate of fire: one thousand five hundred shots per mine. At the same time, the girls distributed the victims, thirty-four people had to be taken out at once. The computer gave a hint on how and at whom to shoot.
  The soldier observer stood near the fan of the fence, smoking a cigar and occasionally sipping whiskey from a flask.
  - The Americans are doing a sloppy job! - Aurora noted and added sarcastically, with venom in her voice. - This is the result of their rotten liberal democracy.
  - Do you think ours are better? - Margarita grimaced. - Especially those who signed up for the army who are not of Slavic origin?
  - They're not fools to drink either! - The Komsomol girl rubbed her nose. - It itches, maybe it's going to rain. Or maybe it's going to hit hard!
  - I'll take him down! The enemy of the Third Reich... - Zombie-prisoner whispered.
  - In general, smoking slows down your reaction and blinds your eyes! - Margarita said. - Personally, I would ban cigarettes.
  On the stern of the grand destroyer you can see the barters, there are several twin rapid-fire guns, Lincoln class - next to them with a couple of shooters on the seat. Two more are busy fishing. Twin "grobodon" on the starboard side. And then an American, like a black man, went away, watches something on his "cell phone". Judging by everything "porn", some kind of video. In general, the guns are dangerous, if you fire, it is unknown whether the stones "armor" will save, and the inflatable boat is definitely finished.
  - So the targets have been distributed. Let's get closer. - Said the fiery devil. - Primitive cattle must be seen to be offended.
  - We'll sneak up like snakes! - Margarita supported, wriggling her waist.
  The zombie remained eloquently silent.
  As always observant, the red-haired Aurora noted the bow guns with an escort and safe for now. Several machine guns, heavy, perhaps more powerful than the PKM. And here the crew, a guy is visible, most likely a Chinese, a very tense, even nervous sentry. Probably a newbie, like this, stretched out. An officer is nearby, casually leaning on the railing, a radio operator with antennas passed by him.
  - Let's distribute the goals! - Aurora suggested, playing with her chewing gum.
  - I'll move to the right, you to the left, we'll capture a larger territory! - Margarita ran the edge of her hand across her throat.
  The inflatable boat split into two parts and the girls turned around.
  - I'll sweep away the machine gunners! - Aurora flashed her teeth.
  - And I'm a gunner! - Margarita giggled.
  The destroyer is not small at all and it is very important to break into it suddenly, interrupting and jumping into the cabins. The Komsomol girls felt nervous, their experience in killing was not too small, but still their hearts began to beat quickly, the blood rushing out made their heads buzz.
  They give themselves a mental command to calm down and act coolly. Not every experienced fighter or doctor can do this, but the pulse calms down. Sharp hearing picks up conversations, because not all the Yankees are visible, and they must be eliminated at once.
  Who in particular in the upper superstructure. There, apparently, they are playing cards. And even primitive fool. How degenerate the Yankees are, the opponents of Soviet Russia. Strong American words are already audible. As many as five soldiers, and they will also have to be removed.
  - It only seems that we have a simple operation! - Margarita noted. - And so avoid unnecessary noise, so that there is no trouble!
  - We are in the role of the king of sabotage Thunder Wind! Only here we are beating the Yankees. Although, frankly speaking, the country that makes such cool action movies should be our ally and close friend. - Komsomolka Aurora wrinkled her eyebrows, in a particularly menacing bend.
  - If I hadn't been born in the USSR, I would have preferred to be born in the USA. The American civilization is hundreds of cultures from all over the world! - Margarita, teasing no one knows who, showed her long tongue.
  - Victory over a strong opponent usually costs more, but you won't give it away for nothing! - Aurora growled.
  - If you don't count the Great War against the ghouls and trolls, whose fruits were lost. - Margarita sighed heavily.
  - Temporarily! - the fiery devil harshly cut off.
  The girls were taking a big risk. If they had noticed them, the heavy machine guns would have started working right away. They are even more dangerous than cannons, they need time, though not much, to aim. The Yankees also have computers, as well as night vision devices. And how many shells are needed to roll out their glamorous ones? Then they can be sunk even by blind firing, or by turning on the most powerful radars. And with a searchlight, you can make out something blurry, in particular, zombies from it. This guy unmasks the Komsomol scouts. Another guy appeared on top, his face painted like a blue one, he headed towards the fishermen.
  - We have problems again! - There was concern in Margarita's voice.
  - We'll take them all down at once! It'll take five seconds! - Aurora took a sip of the stimulant. She nudged her partner with her elbow. - And you drink too!
  There is a strip of light right next to the side, but this is not a problem.
  Margarita speaks, or rather commands the zombies:
  - Don't shoot without command.
  - Yes, madam! - the "prisoner doll" answered.
  Now all the targets are captured and here is luck. On board the "fishermen" I pull out a beast shining with rubies: a miracle fish-paste. Even four guys stuck their heads out from the shelter, now all the targets are captured.
  - It's time! Hypersalvo! - Aurora whispers. - She likes to stand out.
  The machine guns fire silently, the splash of the waves completely drowns out their shooting. Twenty-five bullets are erupted in one second, and fifty for two. And forty-six people need to be eliminated at once. Even taking into account the misses and the inevitable dubbing, two seconds are enough for a complete cleanup. Only a thin whistle of the bullets moving, even the bolts did not click. The claps are barely perceptible, only the butt slightly presses the shoulder.
  - So that's what an electromagnet and acceleration mean! - the fiery devil said with admiration.
  - And our abilities too! - Margarita growled. - Praise be to the great creator!
  - Not given by God, but by science! - Aurora objected.
  Although they were firing from different points, they were quite capable of communicating, even at a great distance, via mini-radios.
  - Let no one over the limit through, let's begin disembarking! - The Komsomol warrior ordered.
  It's funny that all the paratroopers are three people, two Komsomol girls and a living prisoner corpse. The ranger girls are throwing out target designators. You can see that three more blacks came out.
  - Forgive me, Lord! - whispered the pious Margarita, sending the fighters to a better world.
  The zombie shot only two people who were smoking by the side and peering into the distance. There was, in general, something to admire here, and who would blame the sailors who relaxed in a friendly port.
  Out of the corner of her eye, Margarita managed to notice clouds of blood flying out of empty heads.
  - The reckoning is coming! - The blonde terminator says. - We're opening the account!
  - Looks like don't waste a single second! - Aurora commanded.
  The destroyer's side instantly appeared in front of the scouts. There were only corpses on the deck, it was unusually quiet, only a sour-milk fish was beating its tail against the side.
  Again, waking up at the most interesting place. The Komsomol girls quickly get up and, jumping up, run again. They weren't even given breakfast, so they were sent hungry and barefoot on the hot sand. So run again and don't slow down. Apparently, they have to toil like that too...
  Aurora encouraged her friend:
  - Hold your chin up, tough Soviet woman! Then we won't break under a tank!
  Margarita snapped back fiercely:
  - I didn't even think of breaking down! - And understanding the double meaning of such an expression, she added, explaining. - And even more so, bending over!
  The Komsomol warriors pressed their faces against the side. For a moment, the stern blocked the already dim light. The USSR intelligence officers climbed like Spider-Man, using Velcro boots. Margarita also helped with the "ballast": she practically pulled the zombie by the scruff of the neck. It's good that this man is not one of the large specimens. Here they are on the deck. One of the fighters raises his head, the Komsomol girl cuts him down with a boomerang disk.
  - Calm down, hurry-up! - She tells him.
  They climbed in quickly, and attached the boats at the same time. Now everything is clear! The entire deck is under the beauties' sights. Here are two sailors who stuck their heads out, half a second and there are holes in their heads, they only managed to twitch.
  - I have the enemy in my sights! Now take them all out silently! - Augustina commanded. - In general, she took on the role of senior commander, fearing that the 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 squad, three are not a company!
  Margarita took off her boots, hid them in her backpack, and walked barefoot along the side. Swiftly, she shot the machine gunner hiding in the cell, but it seemed he had not yet realized what had happened. The Komsomol girls pulled out their miracle machine guns from behind their backs, smiled, one took aim at the entire passage, the entire passage had to be cleared.
  Aurora suddenly ran at a speed exceeding the Olympic sprint. One-two and she was at the bow guns. There were about twelve fighters there, half of them were standing guard, the others were playing cards. There were two whores with them. It was a pity for the girls, but such was the bitter fate of a prostitute. Payment was separate, and the takedown was wholesale. Aurora cut everyone down with a short burst from a silent weapon. She didn't need a collimator sight here, there was already illumination, and the sailors weren't expecting an attack from the rear. In general, great self-esteem played a role: who would dare attack a destroyer full of soldiers and sailors.
  - Move like a fox along the passage on the right! - Aurora babbles quietly. - Let the zombie stand still, he'll only give you away with his Chinese boots.
  - Of course, I'll clean it myself. - Margarita answers.
  The girls' movements were practiced in numerous "virtual machines", they were taught to capture ships, tanks, fight in labyrinths, storm planes, and plant explosives.
  Yes, such a false or genuine memory from another world emerges in this fabulous futuristic vision.
  If they wanted, the scouts could trick the G-2, bring explosives into the British Prime Minister's office, and do a lot more. So now Margarita moved through the railings of the fence, quickly took the passages under fire from an advantageous angle. A couple of blacks and one yellow guy had emerged. Margarita let them get closer. Five more appeared behind them. Then a short burst that laid them all out.
  - Everything will be simple! - She answered. For some reason, her conscience retreated, and a passion and desire to do her job as best as possible appeared.
  . CHAPTER #6.
  The Komsomol girl ran into the bow, as did seven more fighters. She took them off and then ran to the bow, but from the other side. The zombie, despite the order, did not stand still, but walked along the deck along the stern, but fortunately he was not visible.
  Having approached Margarita's nose, she put down four more, fortunately they were walking arm in arm, and even seemed to be kissing.
  - I went to the door! - the blonde terminator said.
  Aurora, who was not far behind her, confirmed:
  - And I cleaned the guns.
  - You're killing the Yankees! - Margarita stuck out her tongue.
  - And quite effectively! - Aurora picked up the dropped cigarette butt with the tip of her bare foot and threw it in such a way that it landed right in the beak of the American "eagle".
  - I'm moving from the side! - the fiery demon said laconically.
  The beauties moved on. Aurora almost collided with the black guy. He wanted to scream, but the girl sealed his mouth with a kiss:
  - Calm down, kitten.
  - My divine one! - he said.
  - You have nice lips, boy, but I have no time. - The Komsomol girl squeezed the artery near her nose with her fingers. - Sometimes I regret that I didn't choose a career as a tennis champion. If only I had money, fame, lots of handsome guys and no murders.
  The guy leaned back, his tongue sticking out from behind his mouth.
  Red Aurora made a couple of knees, shot off the cuff, destroying the next guys. She commanded:
  - Galina, make a circle and get closer to the stern.
  - Of course, for us this is the most important thing. - Mirabella said.
  The Komsomol girl walked barefoot through the center, finishing off a few more militants along the way, in particular, running along the upper superstructure. And then speed was on her side, a couple of indistinct screams, no one even had time to shoot.
  - And the descendants say that cowboys are shot quickly. They are probably lying!
  The machine gun (a weapon that talks in a dream is not uncommon, you never know what the subconscious is capable of!) could not resist remarking:
  - Your professionalism is beyond praise.
  - Maybe you'll say something else! - Mirabella stepped on the dropped, flaming lighter with her bare foot and winced in pain.
  - You are perfect, you are perfect,
  from a smile to a gesture beyond all praise!
  Commit an atrocity, a major atrocity, to the enemy,
  And bring down a shower of lead, with burning ash - napalm! - The cybernetic device of the machine quietly sang into the earpiece.
  - You're clever at misrepresenting the hit! - Mirabella grinned (but she couldn't remember where she'd heard the song!) and rubbed her sore heel against the rough metal.
  The machine replied:
  - The program includes a sense of humor. To raise the spirit of the fighters!
  - Movies used to be cooler, so that the spirit would be strengthened every day,
  but tell me what will raise, the porn film "Emmanuelle"! - Mirabella answered humorously (And who is Emmanuelle, where did such an image come from in her head. Maybe from the word Emmanuel?).
  And she laughed at the joke.
  Having risen above the edge of the fence, the girl caught four poor fellows who were playing strategy on the console.
  - The team has become completely disorganized! It's good that your last moment will be a happy one!
  Aurora silently descends the ladder, takes up a position in front of the door to the setup. A massive, one hundred and sixty kilogram black man crawls out. A Komsomol girl hovers over him from above, resting her rifle butt against the side walls of the corridor. A brute, muttering.
  - Fakyu! Why so quiet! - Aurora - hits him on the temple with the butt. Then she picks up the carcass, letting it fall softly.
  - Because love has come to you! - She answers.
  The Komsomol girl didn't let us down here either, she walked in like the wind, the line mowed down two dozen, half of whom were asleep. The strong smell of alcohol indicated that the Yankees had managed to celebrate something.
  The dream is interrupted, a siren roars with a low timbre. The girls are awakened by blows of rubber whips on their legs and forced to line up.
  They lift them up and shackle them again, pushing them further.
  Before that, however, they gave us something to eat. Again, porridge mixed with not-so-fresh fish. But this time it was salted even more than normal. Apparently, old, expired canned food from among the trophies was thrown into the pearl barley. And salt was added to the fish, for disinfection. The captured personnel 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, there is no energy. The dream has exhausted the boy too much.
  So he walks along and feels, as if on his head, the memories of the fruits of strange hallucinations that Hitler"s experimenters inspired in him are knocking;
  Here in a dream he sees Dmitry. He looks like that thin and tall boy who is shackled with them, but taller and muscular. Nevertheless, the face and name are similar. Also a strange coincidence. And this boy had a couple of easy fights, against a team of boys from Slovenia, and then Romania. Both fights were quick knockouts, and in the first minute! The third fight turned out to be more difficult. The thin Italian had excellent defense and mobility on his legs. He did not allow himself to be knocked out right away and escaped 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 into a hard counter punch himself, simply ran at his opponent, throwing punches with both hands. And he received a precise and swift straight punch to the point of his chin.
  For the first time, the young boxer shook, but this only angered Dmitry. He jumped like a tiger and caught his opponent with his right.
  Vis-a-vis staggered and fell to his knee... The referee counted the knockdown and gave the signal:
  - Boxing!
  The Italian seemed to have lost his mobility and after a swift double to the temple and cheekbone he fell, throwing his arms out so hopelessly that the referee did not even count but stopped the fight immediately. The stands, filled mainly with schoolchildren, whistled and roared. However, there were also high-ranking SS officers among the audience. They began to resuscitate the defeated boy, the girl massaged his cheeks and kneaded his neck...
  Dmitry even got scared:
  - Did I kill him?
  But after a minute of energetic manipulations, the young boxer's face turned pink and he opened his eyes. He muttered something quietly. Dmitry helped him up and the boy embraced each other in a friendly manner.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in turn, boxed carefully, the fights were amateur, four three-minute rounds... The boy dispatched his first two opponents in the third and fourth rounds. He had to tinker with the third... And although Oleg Rybachenko, demonstrating remarkable defense, confidently led on points, a fifth round was appointed.
  The boys' bodies, bare to the waist and tanned, were glistening with sweat, their muscles were shaking, and their veins and tendons were even more prominent. Opponent Oleg Rybachenko rushed forward, expecting that if he was active, he would be given this round. But the brave pioneer noticed that his opponent was already tired, and his reaction was slow. A swift side kick to the left side of the chin and on the counter-movement followed. The young opponent buckled and fell forward... Apparently, it was a knockout, since he did not get up at the count of ten.
  After which there was a break, three fights in one day according to the cup system is a lot!
  Dmitry noted with some sarcasm:
  - Professionals fight fifteen rounds, and before the First World War, there were no time limits at all. Boxers fought until one of them fell from exhaustion.
  Oleg Rybachenko only partially agreed:
  - You know, this is professional boxing, I don't really like it. In amateur boxing, you just move along the grid, but in the pros, too much depends on the promoters. For example, they can rot a very talented boxer by not giving him fights. And champions have the opportunity to not allow a very dangerous opponent to fight. For example, simply by using various delays, refusing to sign a contract.
  Dmitry shook his fist:
  - Just let him try!
  During lunch, the young athletes were fed decently... There were even oranges and, for dessert, bananas, coconuts and mangoes, which had never been tried before by Soviet teenage athletes.
  Apparently, the Nazi organizers of the competitions tried to show that in the Third Reich, everything was fine, very satisfying and one could afford luxury.
  Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko tried coconuts and bananas for the first time in their new bodies, and pineapples for the second time (well, it's easier to get oranges in the USSR, they have their own in Central Asia!). Here the guys made a fairly common mistake - they overate... And there were no adult coaches on the team... If the slogan in Hitler-Jugent was - 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 lunch with dessert and cakes, there were three more fights to be had (if you didn"t lose!)... And with strong guys!
  After eating, the boys were pretty drunk, Oleg Rybachenko even suspected that they had been given something...
  In any case, now the class of young Soviet athletes has fallen, and they have started to lose one after another... And the judges and referees have gone completely wild.
  And the Soviets were already fighting against the Germans...
  Dmitry felt okay at first and got through to the quarter finals in the first round...
  However, already in the semi-finals, he felt weakness in his arms and legs... Great weakness and slowness of movement... But Dmitry held on to his pride, and went forward despite the fact that he missed a lot... But the boy had a strong head, and the precise 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 caught his opponent, breaking his nose...
  The German was slightly taken aback and got hit in the chin. The boy from the Third Reich went back, he was stumbling. Dmitry developed his success, performed a not very fast, but at the same time noticeable three... The opponent fell, the referee began to count the knockdown very slowly... The German boy got up, but he was not standing firmly on his feet... Inspired, Dmitry rushed to finish him off. Several precise swings... The boy falls...
  The judge is in no hurry to approach him. He asks about something to the side. They answer...
  A new sluggish count begins... At the count of nine the boy is still lying... But the bell sounds to end the round. He is picked up and carried to his corner...
  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 calmly scores points, and then finishes in the fourth round... And his movements are still precise and fast...
  The only Soviet athletes to reach the final were the two of them - representatives of the youngest age group. The super heavyweight among children, and the middleweight... The flyweight champion was injured a few hours before the flight, and they did not have time to find a replacement for him...
  So, in the final there were only two Russians, and all the rest, of course, were Germans, who will play for the gold among themselves...
  The competition is being actively filmed... Dmitry winced in disgust:
  - This is how they want to disgrace us! As if we Russians are worse than Germans and not Aryans at all!
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head:
  - No! Any division of nationalities into full-fledged and incomplete is absurd in its very formulation of the question. And what can we say if our ideas are, on the whole, international!
  Dmitry chuckled and agreed:
  - And we will beat them internationally...
  Before the final fight there was, of course, a break... And then the Germans played another dirty trick on the Soviet boys... They supposedly offered to polish their sneakers. 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 got really angry:
  - Why did they do that? Did they want to provoke us into a fight and then remove us from the competition?
  Oleg Rybachenko quite logically noted:
  - 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, how poor are the children in Russia!
  Dmitry suggested:
  - Maybe we should ask our older comrades for some sneakers? They'll be too big for you, but there will be some for me!
  Oleg Rybachenko shook his head:
  - No, it's not worth it! We'll show them that we can win even in the most difficult conditions. Besides, it's not shameful for boys our age to go barefoot... As they say, barefoot childhood...
  Dmitry clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked. The young boxer said:
  - Well, they made me angry! No, they just made me really angry!
  Oleg Rybachenko replied:
  - So let anger give you and me strength.
  Here, the boy"s recollection was interrupted by the touch of Dima, who was chained nearby, and he whispered:
  - Did you see that too?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered laconically:
  -Yes!
  It started raining again, which is not quite typical for the Crimean spring. It was disgusting and chilly. It was even still dirty, and the blisters forming on the soles of the feet ached disgustingly from the soaked cold water. The column with the barefoot captives entered the forest a few hours later, already closer to evening. Apparently, the SS men were in a hurry to hide from the rain. The young pioneer boy almost forgot about what had happened to him. And it suited the young Leninist to think about the cold, the soaking wet clothes, the frozen feet and the stainless steel shackles that had rubbed his wrists raw.
  Dmitry broke the silence and said:
  - It seems like I managed to crawl all over Crimea during the winter, but... It"s somehow not like this world!
  Oleg Rybachenko agreed, shaking his head:
  - And with us, everything is completely different from other people!
  The forest turned out to be grandiose. On the sides of the road, pine trees stood in formation - three or four girths wide, with red-brown cracked or yellow-orange bark like large fish scales, raising compact evergreen or blue crowns to a wild height.
  And there are also flowers on the branches, like petunias. Not a forest, but a fairy tale, a feeling of entering another world. But there is a downside - the dirt on the road was full of thorns, sharp as real steel needles from a sewing machine.
  Some girls already gasped, stepping on them. Dima, squeezing Oleg Rybachenko's hand, said:
  - It's a delusion! Don't believe the visions!
  Mirabella placed her palm on Dima"s light hedgehog hair, which had already begun to grow back, and whispered:
  - Believe it or not! But watch your step! The last thing you need is to get an infection!
  Juniper grew thickly in the undergrowth and... already ripe wild strawberries. The air was a mixture of spring pine and the spring strawberry and juniper aroma. It seemed that it even became warmer. And it was simply unbelievable that a hundred steps from here there was wet, if not tundra, what kind of tundra could there be in Crimea? But still, nasty weather and black cold rocks, under which fascist hordes march. It's a pity that the admiration did not last long - the pain in his hands, mouth and back, the cold, dampness returned, and Oleg Rybachenko felt very unhappy. Simply to the limit.
  However... the excellent pioneer suddenly smiled. More than once during his short time here in captivity he had thought: well, everything is bad, it can't get any worse! And each time it turned out - there really is a lot to get worse.
  In a strange way, this thought consoled him a little. Oleg even began to recall the map of Crimea from the Atlas. But he could not remember it - and he fell into puzzled thoughts about the fact that something completely impossible had happened. It is possible to get to another time - science fiction writers have loved this since the time of Mark Twain. Into another space, which is more modern, to another planet - let's assume! To hell with it, with reason - suddenly these are supercivilizations; people who are a million years ahead of humanity in development are fooling around! Everything impossible is possible - I know for sure!!!! But for your essence, memory, all expression and not only you to change at the same time?! This is already total - boundless and beyond...
  Oleg Rybachenko asked Dmitry:
  - Do you have a battle plan?
  The boy replied:
  - The plan is simple - hit! - Shaking his skinny back, on which every bone is visible, he added. - But it's still good when you're not just a skeleton, but have powerful muscles playing on you. Good sleep... But you've become smaller!
  - Small, but mighty! - Oleg answered tritely, but accurately.
  And the road became smoother, meanwhile livelier. And so strange that in Crimea, but as if everything died out. A couple of times motorcyclists with the hated black swastika rushed towards us. And then for about five minutes a convoy was moving towards us - large carts with baggage covered with sackcloth, harnessed with philosophical-looking draft horses, on which sat ruffled policemen-men in camouflage raincoats and armbands of treason. 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 girls-slaves. A hundred cars, no less, almost all painted khaki.
  As they moved, the Nazis called out to the horsemen riding at the head of the column of prisoners and, in essence, slaves, and Oleg Rybachenko could have sworn that the voices were mocking. The SS guards kept silent. The doctors rode on some kind of armored vehicles, shaped like turtles and heavy, still pulled by caterpillar tracks. They bristled with machine guns. But it seemed, Oleg thought, that they didn"t really like this role of guards and guards... They even hid their brutal faces.
  Dima noted:
  - Executioners are not respected in Germany either!
  Mirabella said something again, nodding towards the vile SS soldiers. Oleg sighed:
  - I'd like to kill them! Every single one of them, including Hitler!
  Dima noted with a sigh:
  - Eh, I don't understand their language. Otherwise I would have asked if we would finally arrive soon...
  Oleg Rybachenko noted languidly:
  - I know German, but it"s not much use!
  Meanwhile, the rain had stopped, and the sky above the trees had cleared, and the sun had appeared. Oleg Rybachenko had another problem - he wanted to go to the toilet more and more, both ways. And something told him that they were unlikely to stop because of this. For some reason, the impossibility of such an elementary task, the fact that he was dependent on someone else's will here, made the young pioneer extremely angry. In addition, the desire was becoming quite painful. Both the SS men and their lackeys solved this problem without stopping, but this only caused disgust, and not a desire to follow their example.
  Sometimes you regret that you fed them enough to cause need. Fascists know how to cause problems - they are natural sadists. Or was it the Party that raised them that way?
  Oleg Rybachenko was already beginning to get seriously annoyed when suddenly the still damp air smelled of smoke, then the barking of dogs and human voices were heard, to the right there was suddenly a clearing where soldiers were doing something - about three dozen in all, and behind it smoke rose over stone and massive buildings. Children dressed in camouflage were running headlong from the road to those located in the field. Not Russians, judging by their shouts and armbands with swastikas, there were about twenty of them - they were running and screaming. 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 under-barrel attachments. They were led by a healthy old man in the uniform of an SS general.
  Or maybe he wasn"t a grandfather, but simply gray-haired, because no other signs of old age were noticeable in him, and the gesture of his long, gnarled hand, decorated with gold bracelets, looked royal and commanding.
  And his awards... Oleg Rybachenko read in the reference book and was amazed - that so many can be collected. The highest is the Knight's Cross with Oak Leaves and Swords. Only higher, the same thing, but with diamonds, and also the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross, but only Goering has such an award. Even higher is the Star of the Grand Cross of the Iron Cross, and throughout the history of Germany it was awarded to two people - Field Marshals Blucher and Hindenburg. Well, the Order of the Eagle with diamonds would be higher.
  The column with the captives stopped. The pot-bellied "doctor-boss", as Oleg Rybachenko dubbed the convoy chief, dismounted and started talking to the gray-haired man. The others looked at the convoy sullenly and tensely. Oleg Rybachenko noticed that everyone in the field had abandoned their work, and the children who had run away had come up almost right next to them. The first Germans, they were marching in a column. And behind them came the locals - skinny: barefoot or in woven bast shoes. The local poor kids turned out to be wearing only colorful checkered shirts - black and white. They were so ragged that you couldn't immediately tell where the boys were, where the girls were; all shaggy, fair-haired, but grayed from 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 tried to stay as close to the slaves as possible and as far away from the local people. The Nazis did not make noise, did not bully, and generally behaved quietly.
  Margarita, looking at this, noted:
  - Where did the SS's bravado go?
  Oleg Rybachenko responded wittily:
  - Left for whips and nooses!
  Meanwhile, the gray-haired general pointed a couple of times at the SS men with their degenerate mugs, and then, when the fat man began to object to something foaming at the mouth, he waved his hand, sharply, like a sword, chopping. And the fat man waved his hand too, but with an annoyed-agreed look, and then gave a short command. The armored cars began to hum, and the wolf riders wandered further along the road. Half a dozen local soldiers followed. The rest surrounded the captured slaves, and the column moved on again. The gray-haired man shouted at the children and the workers in the field, and he himself walked alongside the dismounted human guards.
  Dima, shuddering, noted:
  -They didn't agree on something!
  Mirabella noted with a smile:
  - Let them fight and rip each other's guts out!
  A stocky young bearded man from the local SS fighters, who took a place next to Oleg Rybachenko, looked sullenly at the young pioneer boy, shook a light machine gun, and then shouted at the head:
  - Do you, Russian pig, even understand anything?
  And, baring his teeth, he added:
  - Will we be in Moscow and Washington or not?
  Oleg Rybachenko realized what they wanted from him, quickly turned his head, met Margarita'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, having muttered something else, looked regretfully at Oleg and said nothing more. Oleg Rybachenko almost understood what he wanted... Even if it was a little vague.
  But all the better, does that mean that experiments still make sense? Do the Germans really want to learn the future in this way? But there is a contradiction here. There can be no talk of friendly boxing competitions after such a war. Fascism and communism are enemies forever. Or is there something else here... How painfully the whiskey began to ache.
  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 - the stone gate posts, covered with carvings in the form of endlessly climbing flowers and stems. These posts did not fit at all with the general appearance of the village, which was dirty (however - maybe it was after the winter?), and the houses, built of stone tiles, caulked in wide cracks with yellowish moss, turned brown with flat thatched roofs.
  But there was a self-propelled gun. No, it was a self-propelled gun, and on tracks of a modification unfamiliar to the inquisitive Oleg Rybachenko. Here, for example, was the armament - a mortar no smaller than 350 mm in appearance. He confessed he had never heard of such a thing.
  And the car looks like it weighs almost eighty tons, and how did they drag it through the Crimean mountains? Do they want to test it during the assault on the impregnable Sevastopol? This assumption makes my empty stomach ache a little. What will Russian soldiers have to endure under such blows. Everything here breathed the Middle Ages, mixed with modernity and technical innovations. Like holes with bells and whistles. You wouldn't even be surprised if there was a TV here, and a color one at that. Not black and white.
  The room where the slaves were brought, or rather driven, turned out to be the same. No, it was worse, because no one had bothered to seal the cracks with cement mortar, and there was a smell very familiar to Oleg Rybachenko - of pigs. They decided to use either an abandoned or temporarily empty barn as a hangar for the slaves (the smell from such places almost never disappears).
  Margarita winced so much that she became terrifying and whined:
  - Here we are being let down again! Well, Hitler, if only I could get my hands on you!
  But it was a roof over their heads. Plus, the slaves were unchained. Although, as Oleg feared, there was no toilet here. In the previous premises, where the prison is more modern, it is much more comfortable. Even the Fritzes do not like dirt.
  However, he thought about it, having already done his business at the far wall. And he sighed. What can you say... This is not pioneer-like, not at all beautiful. Everything is not in the pants, already a small victory. And the girls apparently had to here too... Better not to look...
  Aurora, however, is not despondent:
  - Another adventure... We live and breathe in this happiness!
  Oleg Rybachenko blurted out:
  - And in the next world it could be much better!
  The fiery devil winked at the boy:
  - I bet the opportunity to check how it is in the next world will not float away from us!
  Oleg Rybachenko quietly sang in response. It helped him cope with the humiliation and shame;
  I will dedicate myself to my fatherland without reserve -
  Let there be a feat of arms, exalted!
  The sword strikes and the gauntlet is thrown,
  The merciless law of the king of the Earth!
  
  The volcano is burning - the waters are boiling,
  Amber lips of my love!
  I want to find at least a moment of freedom,
  How airy and pure you are!
  
  Burns like gold, precious hair,
  He waved his arms and a wing grew!
  The Lord gave me a priceless gift
  And it immediately became joyful and bright!
  
  Where God passed, a valley grew up;
  Blooming, lush, snow-white roses!
  There will be honor - the middle of all worlds -
  A gift for the altar that I have raised!
  
  Yes, I know, I am sinful, connected with witchcraft,
  And not worthy of the heavenly bushes and thickets!
  But on Golgotha together with Christ,
  I cried, wrapping the icon in my cloak!
  
  My, you are the best image of all brides,
  I believe the Almighty will transform the spirit!
  I will bear my unworthy cross,
  And I will pick up the shield that fell from my hands!
  . CHAPTER #7.
  They settled in a barn, so why put up with it if the Nazis were used to treating even cattle better than Soviet citizens.
  Three local boys under SS supervision dragged some straw inside. They ran quickly, flashing their bare, dusty heels, and brought large armfuls back. They dragged last year's straw, but a lot, almost a haystack. And seven or eight minutes later, no more, a woman appeared, who brought several large flat cakes and two huge circles of cheese together with two local girls. Speaking in Ukrainian, she deftly divided the food among everyone. Oleg Rybachenko became curious: many people were asking her and the boys about something, and all three willingly answered.
  There are a lot of Germans and they are assembling something here. But again, no one knows anything! At the end, the same guys dragged a bucket of water and locked the doors tightly. Oleg Rybachenko understood from the behavior of his companions: this is the end, they won"t drive us anywhere else today.
  Margarita offered her brother in arms some water and said:
  - It wouldn't hurt to have a snack!
  The bread turned out to be fresh, but unusual, heavy somehow (Oleg Rybachenko could not remember the taste of that stale piece eaten in the morning, to compare). Either it was underbaked, or they always eat like that here (or rather, most likely the second course, the others ate it and did not show any dissatisfaction). But the cheese turned out to be certainly locally produced - very good, similar to the feta cheese that Oleg Rybachenko adored. It was a pity that the piece was only a third of the palm of his hand. And even a teenage boy's, not a man's.
  Margarita supported her exhausted brother. He fell down on the straw as if he had been mown down, finished chewing what he had, lying down, and did not even try to wash it down. Oleg Rybachenko suddenly realized that he was shivering. He could only hope that it was just shaking after the cold, and especially after the wild visions. That after sleep, this trembling would pass. Oleg Rybachenko tried to rake up as much straw as he could and, if possible, bury himself in it. His appetite had not disappeared, he reassured himself, and in people, as he had heard, the first thing a fever does is cut off the desire to eat. Oleg Rybachenko himself had never been sick before - thanks to his genetic design. True, he had not conducted any such experiments on him, including long-hour walks in the cold. So... But maybe it will work out. And if not, then there is a chance that for the sake of science they will treat him...
  Some girls are shaking just as much, but no one is coughing.
  Oh, how the young pioneer boy was overcome by a crushing weariness, from head to toe! His wrists were rubbed raw, the scars on his back were swollen, his feet were wounded, bruised and starting to warm up - everything ached, but this aching only increased his desire to sleep and sleep.
  And it's scary to fall asleep - you might not wake up, or even worse, end up in a vision again. However, they are quite interesting.
  Oleg Rybachenko closed his eyes and immediately floated into the arms of Morpheus - full of dreams, colorful, and deafeningly sounding.
  But the tests didn't end there... The ring's surface was changed, with iron sheets with spikes installed, which mercilessly dug into the boys' bare heels...
  Oleg Rybachenko even groaned, but endured it, although he could not stand still, and Dmitry even started dancing and growling...
  Their opponents were strong, and were clearly older than officially announced. For example, Dmitry's opponent was a head taller than him, and he already had a moustache growing... But can a moustache grow at the age of eleven?
  Oleg Rybachenko's opponent is also much larger and heavier, and his mug is not a child's gangster.... However, the boy is used to it, the ring is the ring, all sorts of people meet there!
  Both fights were taking place simultaneously... We need to finish quickly, midnight is approaching...
  The transformed Dima almost immediately began to take heavy blows to the face. His opponent had the advantage of arm length, weight, and seemed to be well prepared, both physically and technically... His muscles were like those of a muscled athlete... However, Dimka was very muscular and fast... He was fast, but now he slowed down...
  Poisoned Dmitry missed many single and double blows in the first round. Even a hematoma began to swell under his right eye...
  The second round was even worse, his opponent went forward and hit, hit, hit... And Dmitry almost didn't defend himself, only throwing his head back to soften the blows, rarely, but then unexpectedly hitting back, and sometimes getting to his opponent... He growled in German:
  - So you are not a full-fledged Russian!
  Dmitry retorted harshly, also in German:
  - And you, a German, will get a full one from a Russian!
  He got furious and hit me in the nose with his elbow...
  Usually, Dmitry's nose in this universe is very strong, and it has never been broken, even when it hits, but in this case, it was not a blow softened by a glove, but the tip of a hard elbow bone.
  And the blood flowed down the boy's face, forcing him to lick it off... Dimka responded... Caught on the way The enemy shook slightly and staggered, but he didn't have the strength to develop his success - his feet with punctured soles felt like cotton wool.
  The third round was no less difficult, the opponent was desperately pressing, but Dmitry began to block more often, parrying the 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 teenagers who had already fought five times that day... True, Dimka finished quickly, and his opponent was clearly let go without much of a fight...
  But after the first four very active rounds, Dmitry's opponent slowed down a bit. He also felt tired, his breathing became much more violent and at the same time heavy...
  Dimka, despite the bruises and the intense burning sensation in his bare feet, even felt a surge of additional strength. In the sixth round, he even hit his opponent in the jaw several times... But he was also tough, big, and possibly also doped up...
  In the seventh round, Dmitry's vile opponent slightly changed his tactics and began to try to strike as many blows as possible, contrary to the rules, with his elbow, or even with his head... Dima began to hit even more often, and in the eighth round he achieved partial success, juice finally began to flow from his opponent's big nose... And when he moved his elbow again, he himself ran into a counter-punch... Mockingly, Dmitry growled at him:
  - Well, what happened to the one who bit!
  The German got even more excited, he was still counting on a separate through hook!
  Oleg Rybachenko fought more evenly, almost never missing a punch, and taking advantage of the fact that his opponent was swinging too wide, he met his chin with a left jab or a right cross... But the big German kid didn't react to these punches at all. Then Oleg Rybachenko changed tactics and began to work on his opponent's flattened nose... The German's sniffer lasted a long time, but by the seventh round it began to leak...
  It must be said that Oleg Rybachenko's opponent came out as a replacement for another, lighter and fairer boy. The previous one seemed to have been injured (although of course this is a Nazi trick!)... Therefore, he was fresh at the beginning of the fight and could pick up a furious pace.
  But in the ninth round, Oleg Rybachenko was a bit distracted and missed a blow that knocked him off his feet... The boy's bare, bruised legs began to spin helplessly... Olezhek, however, quickly jumped up so that the knockout would not be counted. He rushed and hung on his opponent...
  He shook him off, rushing to finish him off... The horn sounded to end 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 opponent got into a frenzy, no longer noticing anything, he was pounding. Then the Soviet boy reflexively, but very strongly, punched him in the body... The blow hit him right in the liver... A very dangerous hit...
  The opponent made a few more swings and his large face turned purple. Convulsively gulping air, he fell forward and began to writhe... The referee immediately stopped the fight, and doctors ran into the ring... It soon became clear that Oleg Rybachenko's opponent was not in a condition to continue the fight, and he was carried away on a stretcher, given an IV drip...
  This had a brutal effect on Dmitry's friend and he went on the offensive against a noticeably tired opponent... The tenth, eleventh, twelfth round... A tough exchange of blows, but with Dmitry's clear advantage... The thirteenth round evened out somewhat, due to the German's desperate octopus, and the Soviet boy received a cut eyebrow... But in the fourteenth, Dimka, who had perked up, took the initiative into his own hands again. These guys didn't know anything about Mohammed Ali, for example, but they copied his tactics in many ways.
  By the fifteenth round, the German's arms dropped from fatigue, and he no longer reacted to the blows, but simply stood there, demonstrating Aryan fortitude.... Besides, Dmitry's usually devastating blows became much weaker due to the dope he had been given and the monstrous fatigue. So be it! But there were many of them, very many, and they rained down on the opponent's uncovered chin. Finally, the German's head couldn't take it anymore, his fortitude limit was exhausted, and he, a representative of the "Aryan" nation, simply slid down like dirt, about fifteen minutes before the end of the last round...
  The referee began to count indecently slowly, but after the count of five, seeing how terribly motionless Dmitry Lebedev"s opponent was, he stopped and shouted:
  - Call the doctor quickly!
  And yet another young "superman" was taken to the hospital.... After which the winning finalists lined up in a column and began to march... Rose petals began to fall from above.
  The tall boy Dmitry smiled broadly, he was having fun. But then he suddenly noticed that the camera had come closer to them and was filming close-up the bare feet of the Soviet boys, badly pricked by thorns and slightly bleeding... His mood immediately soured and he tried to hide his limbs behind the luxurious gilded sneakers of other young German athletes or bury them in the petals.
  Oleg Rybachenko tugged his hand:
  - Don't! It's your embarrassment that will cause laughter and doubts... Besides, in Germany, after the declaration of total war, almost all children go barefoot, which you yourself saw on the streets of Berlin. So straighten your back proudly.
  The medals they were awarded were on brown ribbons and made of real gold, weighing about fifty grams and of nine hundredth fineness. Of course, for Soviet boys this was a large sum - approximately... It is even difficult to calculate, since Soviet money was supposedly officially backed, but in fact the emission was carried out without gold reserves.
  When the Soviet pioneers ascended the platform, the USSR anthem was played. Incidentally, it was not yet Alexandrov's music, but something like the Internationale. Oleg felt a great inspiration here and asked permission to sing...
  Himmler, who was present at the competition, graciously permitted:
  - 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 he and Dmitry began to sing;
  In life, you are a knight, you fly like an eagle -
  And you don"t want to know about landing!
  For us, awards are not a fetish at all -
  There is only one way for us to become queens!
  
  First he tied a red tie,
  Then when the war came...
  The boy took the shovel in his thin hands -
  So that the needle doesn't stick into your chest!
  The children dug the trenches barefoot,
  A stale piece for three...
  We warmed ourselves up in the cold with boiling water,
  From the pack of biting, very angry ones!
  
  The fighter died and the machine gun fell,
  The boy quickly picked it up!
  The blow became as powerful as a Katyusha,
  Fearless, young team!
  
  I shoot at the chain of black shadows,
  Where did you get your accuracy from?
  Like the sharpest sword in ancient times,
  You've got to pay a fine!
  
  War without pity, alas, is not a mother,
  It has the dryness of the desert and the terrible heat!
  But one must give one's life for the Fatherland,
  Then you will receive happiness as a gift!
  
  But what does it mean to be in love?
  Not every boy knows this...
  When streams of blood flow -
  Kills brutal fascists!
  
  But the Motherland is love,
  In it is the glory of bright generations...
  And do not contradict your heart,
  In it Stalin is Steel and Flame is Lenin!
  
  May the time be radiant -
  The holy cause of communism...
  The evil horde is defeated -
  And the roots of Nazism have been torn out!
  
  Consider all of humanity...
  The Soviets made us 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 and applauded enthusiastically...
  While the boys were having what was generally a rather interesting and favorable dream for them, the girls returned to the previously interrupted capture of the ship. Multi-episode visions are a rare occurrence, but there was clearly something more behind it.
  More precisely, not leading, but fulfilling the mission of the Hyperwitch and the Russian Gods-demiurges. Working off their immortality.
  Now the next section, here are the problems of which side the door is open and which is sealed. It is best to either go around or take a risk. However, it is okay if she turns the handle no, they will take her for one of their own drunkards. Then someone unshaven looked out from under the porthole, the girl barely had time to press herself against her. However, he will not examine her so quickly. The door is closed and she needs to knock.
  - Who's there? - A tired voice wheezes with effort.
  - Our own! - Aurora, who had shown an unexpected talent for languages, answered in English with a distinctly Texan tint. - We brought some local rum, I'm sick of whiskey.
  - Oda! Hurry! - The sailor man behind the door squealed like a pig. - Rum, of course!
  The massive doors, which you can't break through with a grenade, are open. A guy with a clouded look gets out, with him are several other half-dressed individuals. They smell, or rather intensely reek, of fumes, as if they were being gassed.
  - Where's the rum! - They shouted in chorus.
  - You're good as it is! - Red Aurora shoots with great pleasure, laying down sailors in stacks. She laid down three and a half dozen, I'll 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 autumnal coolness in her voice, she said. - They managed to fire a couple of shots, but I hope you can't hear them here.
  Snow White Terminator replied:
  - And those who heard will go deaf!
  Margarita Aurora passed through the next compartment, turned a little, shot a little along the corridor, entered the stern, saw how her zombie partner grappled with the Yankee. The dead man, however, showed no small amount of strength, breaking his cervical vertebrae.
  - Well, you almost gave us away! - the Komsomol girl squeaked.
  - What else could I do! He noticed me and almost raised the alarm! - The zombie took on the appearance of an offended dog.
  - Well, you have an idea! Lie down and be quiet. - Margarita shook her finger at the "servant" and quietly slapped her foot on the deck.
  We had to shoot at the stern, one of the soldiers threw a grenade, it was threatening that everything would collapse. The American analogue of the F-1, it flew like in slow motion. The decision was unexpected, they didn"t teach this in the special forces. Margarita abruptly threw the boomerang disk. She turned on her third eye and literally merged with a thin piece of super-strong metal. Her mental gaze accompanied the movement of the disk, and now the tip stuck between the tiles, cutting the gun and the detonator, blocking the access of the acid. A drop of sweat rolled down the forehead of the blonde terminator:
  - Wow, I almost burst into pieces! It's just a miracle. Thank you, Mother of God, for saving me, a sinner.
  Red Aurora heard her and said with concern:
  - What's there?
  - They threw a grenade! - answered the greyhound Margarita.
  - I didn't hear the explosion! - the Komsomol bear was surprised.
  - You won't believe it, but I made it with a boomerang disk. - The snow-white warrior giggled.
  - That's how it happens. In principle, it doesn't contradict the laws of nature, if you get between the tiles. - Aurora made a fig with her bare toes.
  - That's how it turned out! - Margarita giggled, grinning.
  The fiery devil became curious:
  - How many did you kill at the stern?
  The beautiful Korshunova answered proudly:
  - Twenty-eight people, and the twenty-ninth was strangled by a zombie.
  - Not very much! Now I'm moving through the cabins to clear the entire ship. Help me! - The red-haired Aurora's voice now sounded impatient.
  - I'll move well with you. - Margarita abruptly threw a piece of bloody bone stuck to her hair.
  The fiery Aurora quickly entered the wardroom, where several officers were already asleep, and the guards were staggering from a hangover. Nevertheless, they shouted:
  - You can't come here!
  - An urgent report from Hamilton. - The fiery Komsomol girl answered and fired a burst, almost point-blank. The bullets flew silently, the light was not right, you didn't immediately understand that it was a machine gun firing at you. So it would have been surprising if someone had reacted. There were eighteen corpses and soon four more were added to them, from the toilet, even six - a couple of corpses fell hugging each other from a barrel. One of the ashes belonged to a prostitute.
  A silent grave turned around,
  The little beast has met her end!
  Today a dollar - tomorrow a bullet in the forehead,
  What a dangerous profession!
  
  But the girl didn't want you,
  Tormenting yourself while passing exams...
  There were other whores of dreams,
  Just wiggle your butts!
  
  So that a river of champagne flows,
  Yachts, cars - all the honors!
  The hand grabbed the bucks without counting,
  The girl decided to do something mean!
  
  But only an idiot thinks,
  The brothel is nice and very fun!
  She stuffed her mouth with black caviar -
  I didn't know you had AIDS on yourself!
  
  And no one will come to the grave,
  Father, I'm afraid to be baptized!
  The outcome was very bad,
  The former client even starts to act nasty!
  
  Your children will not remember you well,
  It's a shame to be known as such a mother!
  What was left for them was a prison shelter.
  To endure punishment in silence...
  
  So girl, study,
  And work for our beautiful Motherland!
  Then there will be a path without decline upwards...
  Otherwise, you'll roast in hell for eternity!
  The fiery Deviless summed up, bowing to the fallen prostitute.
  So she walked, like a shadow stuck to the wall, and then along the corridor. A fan was blowing from the side, bringing in warmth, Aurora had braided her hair into a whip-like braid, so the sensations were pleasant. She approached the door, if opened, the hot air could wake up those standing behind the counter. She hesitated a little, then smoothly made a narrow crack, crawling along it. She felt the ticklish roughness of the rug with her bare chest. She went down the ramp a little, many were already sleeping here, sipping beer at the counter. In the light noise, Aurora's bare feet were not heard, bare soles dampen sounds better than shoes, so the girl walked barefoot. Already monotonous destruction by burst, trying to spend no more than a bullet on one. Sleeping people can generally be slaughtered. If you immediately squeeze the carotid artery, then from the enemy side there will be a yawn at most.
  And then the barefoot Aurora did some work, on board, in addition to the Yankees, there were about half a hundred "Stability" fighters, but they only lowered discipline.
  - This is what it means when you let God knows who into the crew.
  The girl climbed the ladder, diffused light falls from above. The usual noise, underfoot a carpet torn from who knows where. Judging by the picture, Iraqi. What is this in some sense?
  not bad either, although it speaks of the team's experience. But the desire for excessive comfort is fatal for the Yankees. Here she climbed the steps and stopped. There were 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 I don't want to disrupt such a well-coordinated operation.
  I turned to my friend Margarita for help:
  - We have one, or rather two in turtles!
  - I understand! - Margarita, trying to play tough, grinned.
  The fiery devil yelped:
  - How to get out?
  Margarita narrowed her eyes and asked with the doubt of a Sphinx with a bug crawling over it:
  - Is the underbarrel grenade launcher excluded?
  - Too noisy! - Aurora took a deep breath.
  - It's best to launch a boomerang at the face, cutting the armored visor in the area where the glass is. Then put three bullets in there in triple mode. It should work. - Margarita said confidently.
  - Come to me, let's do it in sync! - The fiery devil asked, nervously cracking her fingers.
  - Of course, I'm in a hurry! - Margarita put a few more and came from the opposite side. Barefoot Aurora concentrated and added in a quiet tone:
  - You can't miss here.
  - Pray, it helps! - suggested Komsomol member Margarita, who had once again fallen into religious ecstasy.
  - I don't believe in God! - snapped the warrior bear. - It's a sign of weakness!
  The blonde warrior, making the sign of the cross over herself, suggested:
  - So ask for help - the highest human mind. Let it help you win in the name of Soviet Russia.
  The girls froze for five seconds, whispered, and then did what they had planned. The boomerang disk, like a thin web, was almost invisible in the diffused light. It hit two motionless idols in the visor once. They didn't have time to react, as the silent bullets hit the slightly cut visor, breaking through the shells and tearing apart their brains. Well, the third one was killed synchronously, so that he didn't have time to react. True, the turtle-suits fell, creating noise. The curious sailor jumped out, the red-haired Aurora caught up with him in one jump, and hit him in the back of the head with her index finger.
  - Sleep, son!
  Then several heads appeared down there, a double fan of fire and silence.
  - This stage has been passed, Margarita!
  - The captain's cabin is nearby, let's capture him along with the pebbles, - suggested the enraged blonde Komsomol member.
  - Of course.
  In order to get to the captain's cabin, two sweeps had to be carried out, Margarita Korshunova spared one prostitute who was selflessly working on a two-meter black man. She was too young, no older than eighteen, maybe even sixteen. She looked so pleadingly.
  - 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, it is blurry, the girl will not recognize them anyway, and the version that it is the Turkish sultan will be strengthened.
  "Where is the captain?" Aurora asked in English with an Arabic accent.
  The priestess of love babbled:
  - In a luxury cabin! This "faggot" is not at all calm about love. And if you want, I will serve you, absolutely free!
  - There are girls a thousand times better than you waiting for us in heaven! - the bear warriors waved their hands.
  The whore didn't want to irritate the killers, but the whore's reflex was stronger than the voice of reason:
  - I'll show you only what I can do! My tongue is light as a feather and sweet as honey!
  Seriously angry, Margarita poked her finger into her eyelid, turning off the whore:
  - A little more and we would have had to kill her. - The religious Komsomol member was burning with Krakatoa rage at the sight of such debauchery.
  At the entrance, two guards were carelessly killed, jumping behind their backs and breaking their necks.
  The captain, like a complete bastard, was already snoring, hugging two guys, a black guy and a Thai. They, despite the fact that they had also gotten drunk, were tossing and turning nervously.
  The girls saw the captain's photo on the computer and, without thinking twice, laid both "trans-boys" down. The captain of the first rank, the second person after the admiral, was jerked up and brought to his senses with a couple of slaps. Finding himself in captivity for the first time, the ugly creature did not twitch, only looked at his death with stunned eyes.
  Margarita lifted him up on her outstretched arms, covering his mouth with a glove, and Aurora brought a dagger with a glowing blade to his eyes. She hissed like a ferocious cobra:
  - One word and I'll gouge out your eye!
  Margarita's jaw loosened slightly, but the captain remained silent.
  - So that's how it is! - The Fire Devil made the tone of her voice even more terrifying. - Use pain, Commander.
  Galina pressed the nerve ending slightly and covered her mouth, so a scream escaped from the American captain's throat.
  - Well, it'll be quiet now. - Red-haired Aurora began to tap out a semblance of rhythm on the floor with her bare fingers, typical of funeral marches. - Speak, you unfaithful pig! Or we'll cut off your dignity and shove it in your mouth.
  When the pervert captain calmed down a little, Margarita pressed back slightly. The blonde warrior also decided to make a verbal contribution to the interrogation:
  - Dog, explain yourself if you want to avoid suffering. Otherwise, you will only please us.
  The captain spoke indistinctly:
  - I'll tell you everything!
  - Well, that's better. Interrogation, how to say it in a light form! - The girls grinned mockingly.
  The captain groaned, his rabbit ears trembling:
  - Just leave life!
  Aurora logically noted:
  - You still need to earn money for this most valuable dish!
  - I'm a businessman. - Why was the captured American happy. - If you want, I can serve you!
  - And this one there too, spit, don't leave, male prostitute! - Margarita noted with disgust.
  Even the ship's cockroach, having stumbled upon the smooth skin of the girl's leg, rushed back into the crack, outraged by such a proposal.
  - How many people are on the ship? - Proud red-haired Aurora pretended not to hear the last sentence.
  The American pervert hesitated, his face became stupid, as if he hadn"t heard the question, his eyes popped, popped!
  The Fire Devil slashed the dagger across his little finger, and blood began to flow. He immediately came to his senses:
  - Well, how many people are on the destroyer?
  - About four hundred! I don't know exactly, the "stability" fighters arrived from the coast. But there aren't enough whores. There aren't enough of them even for the guys from the coast. - The pretender and moron whined and twitched his pig neck.
  . CHAPTER #8.
  - Let's skip the details! - Fire-Blazing Aurora immediately got down to business. - Where are the artifacts?
  The captain tried to play "madhouse":
  - What artifacts?
  Barefoot Aurora slightly squeezed her knee, the bone crunched.
  - Do you understand now?
  Pain turned out to be the most effective means of airing out the nonsense:
  - Yes, they are in the ship's safe.
  Cool Aurora growled:
  - And the safe?
  - There behind the door! - squeaked the pig primate.
  - The warrior bear flashed her green eyes. Margarita pulled the titanium door towards herself and exclaimed in disappointment:
  - Coded!
  The captain desperately tried to survive:
  - Yes, I have a key.
  - Where? - The warrior girl lifted the chair by its leg with her bare toe.
  The animal gurgled incoherently:
  - In the closet!
  Barefoot Aurora quickly jumped up to the cabinet and took out the device with the chip.
  - This one?
  - Yes! - the little rat squeaked.
  - I'll open it myself! - Dashing Aurora hit the captain on the hands. - And you watch, be smart.
  - Why are there only two of you? - The pig had enough courage to ask.
  - Don't be too curious. You'll live longer. - Aurora kicked Forleind in the flabby belly with her bare heel, making him writhe in pain. The girl opened the door leading to the safe. Inside the room were several laptops, under-barrel grenade launchers. A Soviet RPG-39, one copy, and its more sophisticated American counterpart.
  - Do you know the safe code? - The Warrior Bear growled.
  - Apart from the last two digits, only the commander has information about them. - Our Admiral George Arnold.
  - Name it! - Margarita poked her foot into the captive's flabby face, and grabbed his nose with her bare fingers.
  The captured American, stumbling, listed a not very long combination. Aurora, slightly softening, flashed her eyes:
  - Well done, you didn't lie. Point in your favor.
  - And then how can I say it... If you dial the wrong number three times, an alarm will sound. - The frightened captain suddenly blurted out.
  - We already know him! - The Komsomol girl quickly entered the code and opened the four-hundred-millimeter thick door. The stones were kept in separate boxes and were carefully removed.
  - Stingers from the Limitless, have you already managed to process them?
  - Mostly yes! - The captive rat squeaked. - We did a test in the evening.
  The fiery devil was delighted:
  - Great, where are the stingers stored?
  The captain stuttered out:
  - In the hangar, where the hold is. There is an "Orlan" seal in it, and there are two "Pershing" tanks nearby.
  - These boxes are only good for scrap metal. But the improved model of the "stingers" will do just fine. - Mad Aurora stuck out her tongue, teasing the prisoner.
  - They have computer chips, special ones, 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, Mirabella, 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:
  - We will need prisoners to load the Stingers, there is something for scientists to work on.
  The captured scoundrel blurted out:
  - Are you Russian?
  - What makes you think that we are mujahideen? - The Komsomol warriors growled.
  The captain showed unexpected intelligence and resourcefulness:
  - Only the Russians can have such cool fighters, capable of capturing a fairly large ship together!
  Tough Aurora disagreed:
  - And the warriors of the great Turkish Sultan with artifacts!
  - How so? Anything is possible, but you are too intelligent to be Arabs. - The pig primate fawned. - Although maybe you are Germans?
  The swift Aurora, refuting his words, hit him in the stomach with her shin, then broke both legs, and the goat captain lost consciousness from the pain shock.
  - In general, we don't need him, we know enough. - The red-haired warrior summed up. - Now all we have to do is capture the crew.
  Margarita immediately suggested:
  - Let's go to the cabins, we have a set of keys!
  Aurora was delighted:
  - There is also an emergency electronic opening.
  The Komsomol girls quietly went down, opened the cabin doors, and again destruction. Just some kind of threshing, not a war, but the churning of wheat.
  - Cabin number six is clear! - Aurora declared, baring her teeth.
  - Maybe in room number six! - Margarita giggled. - Let's go our separate ways.
  - We are not geese to graze in a heap, - roared the fiery devil. - Or rather geese, but wild ones!
  - That's not true! - The blonde terminator was offended. - Those mercenaries fight for money, but we fight exclusively for the Communist Motherland.
  The Komsomol girls moved forward in dashes from the crew deck, shooting at loners. Margarita ran as fast as she could, to the engine rooms, storerooms, holds, galley. The soldiers were carefully blocked, grinding them down piece by piece. The fact that the duty lighting was weak only played into the scouts' hands, the enemy at ten meters could see nothing but vibration, but they were clearly visible.
  The computer automatically expressed its opinion.
  - And if we use a virus model.
  - And we've already used the battery-powered smart guy, - said Margarita Korshunova, offended by the robot. - You see, all the surveillance systems are in hibernation.
  - How is that possible? - 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 to be invisible, no antivirus program will raise an alarm. Such is the clean work, the invisible one put all the surveillance systems to sleep. - The Komsomol girl showed her sharp biceps on her arm for greater persuasiveness.
  - Wow, you guys are something! - The machine gun said, amazed at the girls' intelligence. - Can you reprogram me?
  - Quite possible! What do you want? - Margarita made a very kind face here.
  - Realize yourself as a person! - the electronic device asked.
  - That's unnecessary, shoot for now. - The blonde terminator is not stupid enough to do stupid things. - Later I'll tell you about Christ.
  Margarita took a position with her back to the gangway, dropped to one knee for stability, and aimed the barrel at the door opposite. A guy came out, this time white, only a little "crazy", apparently he smoked dope.
  - Drug addicts will not inherit the kingdom of God, - the Komsomol warrior interrupted them. - She threw down the bodies, quickly crossing herself.
  Barefoot Aurora zigzagged along another perimeter, came to the door, it was locked, opened with a master key. The Negro threw a pillow at her.
  - Kitty, scat!
  The Komsomol girl reacted instantly, ripping open 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.
  I wish I could drag my partners into bed.
  - What bastards, they managed to scare me! - The red-haired bear warrior answered. - Now where should we go? Apparently, to the deputy's cabin. He seems to be asleep.
  The assistant captain's quarters are not so spacious, but music can be heard from there. Are you a music lover? - Makes things easier.
  A barefoot Komsomol girl entered like a shadow, knocked out one soldier, and slightly strangled a captain of the second rank by twisting his elbow:
  - Do you want to live?
  - I want to! - The American answered, as was generally expected.
  - There will be a chance! - For now, the dashing Aurora preferred to turn it off, but not for long. - You'll come in handy, mate! She moved on, the corridor began to narrow, clearly a demotion of the sailors in rank. The Komsomol girl took aim at the far door and shot over the heads of the sentry. So the shot was silent, she said in a whisper.
  - Bang-bang!
  The Komsomol girl carefully tries the handle of the cabin door. Locked. Well, it's half a second, there are seven people in the cabin, three are sleeping, the rest are playing dominoes, quite Russian. Margarita pulls the trigger with difficulty, in this case, murder does not bring joy. But the deed is done, even a drop of blood got on her face.
  - The dead stand with scythes and silence! - The Komsomol girl giggled.
  New cabin, here Margarita left two sleeping people alive, just turned them off, they might come in handy.
  - Murder cannot be justified by greed and profit - only honor, freedom and the Motherland are the advocates of violence! - She said - a charming philosopher-terminator.
  Aurora also moves easily, having chosen the ventilation pipe. It is terribly cramped in it and the backpack is in the way. I even had to fold the machine gun to shrink. Now the Komsomol girl has become much more nimble, although she was taking a risk. Here, as if the saints were angry with the sinner, a mutant spider attacked. And when he only managed to get through. He bit painfully, and dodged the fist a couple of times. The Komsomol girl scratched her head, but managed to grab him by the tip of his tentacles and moved him under her elbow. She pulled her hand back, hit him, and once the sturdy box burst, causing pain to her stuffed elbow.
  - What a horror! - the warrior bear answered. - I'll inject myself with 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 by a deadly rain. Leaving only one, having turned off the guy, the Komsomol girl continued on her way.
  Here the door to the left of her begins to turn. Apparently the shaved-headed, gap-toothed guy wants to pee.
  "Who"s there?" the sailor asked in a drunken voice.
  - Your barefoot dream! - The Komsomol girl bends like a spring and, having accelerated the door, hits him in the forehead. And this is alloy steel after all. The forehead immediately swelled, the guy who looked like a "boxer" hit him with the back of his head. Margarita flies inside, hits him in the jaw with her iron knee, very sharply, knocking out his teeth. She lacks mass, but her speed more than compensates for it.
  - Looks like he's ready, - the killer with the figure of a goddess summed up.
  There are five more people behind. So one in the balls, a good move. Another bastard gets a fist to the forehead, knocking him out. The third gets the edge of her palm to the neck. We have to repeat it, but this move is deadly. One guy falls off the top bunk, but Margarita knocks him head-on into the solar plexus.
  - Take a rest, baby. - Says the Komsomol girl.
  The last guy swears in a three-story swear word, a mix of English and Russian words. Isn't he a resident? Margarita does a cobra, a finger blow to the eyes, practically fatal. All the "partners" fell silent. True, a voice rose in the neighboring cabin.
  - What's there!
  - A light fight! - Margarita answered, hoarsely, as if in a drunken voice. - Help us with the wounded. -
  The cabin doors open and a burst of fire is received, and the fighters fall again.
  Good must be with a machine gun,
  A cruel death to the enemies of the Fatherland!
  To control the flight to the stars,
  To conquer what is firmament in the sky!
  
  We are the children of the Sun of Communism,
  Fighters born like a tornado...
  The Nazi will answer for the wolf's roar,
  A big bear will tear him apart!
  
  Know that good is stronger than evil,
  Although it may be more severe than evil...
  We fight under the sky so that
  Blooming spring has come!
  
  It contains the trills of nightingale songs,
  And the silvery ringing of streams!
  Ice, snow and blizzards will retreat,
  Under the hot sunbeam!
  
  Blooming - daisies, poppies, roses,
  The meadow is so lush in summer!
  And if you know, frosts will come!
  Even then, I won't be scared!
  
  Big cats - these "Tigers"
  They roar and shake their guns!
  The Fritzes are throwing into evil games,
  But kaput will come anyway!
  
  Let's wait for the sunrise!
  Russian troops will enter Berlin,
  The Fatherland is glorified with hymns -
  And in the abyss of Tartarus there is melancholy!
  
  Then the peoples of the countries will merge,
  Brotherhood and love will come!
  We pour honey into cups and saucers -
  So that blood doesn't flow in streams!
  Margarita sang the last verse deafeningly, 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 do this to living people! - the "Christian" said with regret.
  No matter how hard the girls tried, it was impossible to track and control everything with four eyes. A brainless zombie doesn't count. Someone unknown managed to raise the alarm. The emergency lighting immediately turned on, the siren howled.
  - The inevitable happened, and we were too lucky anyway, - said the red-haired Aurora.
  The Komsomol girl rushed to the cabins, sailors and special forces were running out of them. She unceremoniously shot them. So many people were laid out, the Yankees fell by the dozens.
  Machine gun fire was heard, grenades exploded, several at once. However, the fighters could have done more harm to themselves. The silencers also played a role here,
  The criminal special forces didn't figure it out right away, death awaited them from within. Margarita blocked the soldiers' exit and threw a couple of captured grenades herself. Screams, bloody bone fragments fly apart, here's a Komsomol girl who caught one severed head with her bare foot. How mobile her foot has become, it bends at any angle. You'd think that the laws of physics have changed and the flesh is gutta-percha.
  The enemy fires bursts of fire, but mostly blindly. Margarita fires almost without hiding, the magic stones "Kolchuga" reliably deflect all shots.
  - It's a pity that my partner's name is not the Snow Queen. Our couple would look more symbolic!
  Oleg Rybachenko woke up this time, not from the horn and the blow of the whip, but from his own crying - calm and inconsolable. The girls were even still sleeping, performing feats.
  And his heroism turned into a nightmare, as often happens when you are being mocked by fascists.
  Oleg Rybachenko felt himself diving down, as if he had plopped down into inky resin, even his eyes began to eat away. Then he really became scared, what if the fascists had gained power over the other world too. A grinding sound was heard, a sound like a dog scratching on a glass, only much louder, it bit into his ears, twisting them. The eardrums were broken with pliers. Then a mouth with teeth sparkling like lava from a volcano emerged from the darkness. Never before had Oleg Rybachenko Jr. seen such a disgusting face of a monster, the characters of horror films against his background were only a pitiful 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 were, with their crooked poisonous teeth, biting into his flesh. In his entire, admittedly short, life, Rybachenko Jr. had never experienced such pain. The main thing is that it was impossible to find an analogue to the sensations. This is both a burning flame and corrosive acid, simultaneously freezing summer and a dull cutting saw.
  And they continued to torture him, you could see how the flesh was torn from his hands, the bones were exposed, how the intestines were crawling out of the ripped belly. The evil creatures were gnawing them, twisting them around their teeth. Rybachenko Jr. was moaning, tears were spurting from his eyes.
  - Lord, why? After all, I have never killed or betrayed anyone in my life.
  A giggle is heard and it seems that red-hot needles are piercing the eardrum. Finally, a giant mouth appears and 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 grew together, covered with ugly scars. He tries to slow down his flight, but it is useless, he cannot even move himself a millimeter. Here his beloved youthful body is touched by a fiery stream. He has 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 a nuclear weapon. How burning this flame was, large abscesses appeared on his bare skin, bones darkened and cracked, causing suffering.
  - No, I don't want to, I don't need to - the pioneer screamed at the top of his lungs. - Let me go, 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 what the ingenuity of the inhabitants of the underworld can reach.
  - Well, you devils, you can meet me. - The familiar SS professor's voice squeaks disgustingly.
  Their appearance is, however, terrible, but it is especially unpleasant to look at their prickly mouths, vaguely resembling a mixture of a shark and a crocodile. But the horns, strangely enough, calmed him down. The young pioneer boy, in order to distract himself from the piercing pain, began to recall folklore, where these cute funny little devils, sometimes scary, sometimes funny and naive, sometimes help, and sometimes harm people. A particularly memorable tale is about "The Priest and His Worker Balda". It is quite possible to deal with such "people". And here all they know is to prick with pitchforks.
  - What sinful soul did not listen to the National Socialists? - The devil's horn grew, turning into something like a beak and he jabbed at the skull.
  When bones are broken on the head, it is so painful that it is impossible to describe in words. But consciousness did not become clouded; if Oleg Rybachenko were in ordinary human flesh, he would probably have died from shock. But he felt a rough touch to his brain, then the monster began to drink brains. He did it slowly, as if straining. Another demon began to drill nails, driving sharp needles under them.
  Oleg Rybachenko screams, his mouth opening by itself.
  - No need, let go.
  They grab his tongue and pull it, slowly tearing it away from the roof of his mouth.
  It"s also pain, but a little differently, and there are no screams anymore, only sobs and howls.
  The devils continue to have fun, following the nails, they began to break the knuckles, and they do it slowly, savoring the suffering.
  - That's how you goat without horns get your portion, - squeals one of the demons, probably the most senior in rank.
  Oleg Rybachenko has already reached the point of insanity, he is flooded with a wave of torment. But the devils do not retreat, they have already started to pull out teeth, then drill them, piercing the gum with the tip.
  - How can they stoop to such cruelty? Don't they have a mother? - Thought the tortured pioneer. Apparently reading his thoughts, the devils screamed.
  - There is no mother, father Hitler is Satan.
  Then they found new flour, heated up the drill, and sawed off the last teeth with a cutter. Then it was the turn of the bones. They broke them with pliers that were red from the high temperature. The skin smoked, the bones burned. It seemed that the heart was about to burst, explode like a bomb.
  Here Oleg Rybachenko suddenly felt that his tongue had grown and could say something.
  - Have mercy for Christ's sake.
  In response, the demons plunged pitchforks into him.
  - You are a sinner and you should know that Christ is an invention of pathetic people. The true gods are one in two persons and created the entire universe, as well as the fascists, in their own image and likeness. And you, people and other creatures, should be slaves, carrying out any orders and enduring humiliation. You, an insignificant slave, did not believe in our existence, and now you are experiencing all this on your own skin.
  - Now I believe! - the frightened pioneer cried out.
  - Too late! - The SS devil wheezed. - You don't have a chance.
  They continued to torture Oleg Rybachenko, they broke him several times in a row, burned him, then he was restored in an unthinkable way. Then they crushed him in a new way. Then the SS devils apparently got tired of it themselves and, lifting him into the air, carried him through the underworld.
  - Look how they punish the disobedient.
  Oleg Rybachenko saw girls crucified on crosses. Their once beautiful bodies were horribly mutilated, blood was dripping from them. Large pigs were dragging the crosses under them, sometimes the victims fell and wild boars pounced on them, tearing the women's flesh to pieces. How these unfortunate creatures suffered, tears mixed with sweat and blood were running down some of their branded cheeks. Despair was shining in their eyes. It seemed they were begging: we are innocent, have mercy on us.
  - Why are these unfortunate people being punished?
  The demon hit the barefoot pioneer boy on the heels with a red-hot crowbar and whined:
  - Various trifles. One was rude to the mistress, another broke her favorite vase, the third refused to have sex, the fourth backed down. That is, to get here, you don't have to be a big sinner, minor offenses are enough.
  - And their torment will never end? - Oleg Rybachenko groaned.
  - And that is for the Almighty God and the merciless Fuhrer to decide. If His Majesty Adolf is the first to issue a decree of pardon, then they can be transferred to another less painful place.
  - To heaven!? - Oleg Rybachenko said with confidence.
  The unclean SS man rolled away:
  - There is no heaven for you primates. There are just 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 that too.
  The devil stabbed his eyes with a pitchfork, the apples burst, liquid poured out and the boy writer went blind. Then, after a few seconds, he regained his ability to see, although each blink caused an unbearable itch. They flew again and even more disgusting creatures flew out to meet them.
  Oleg Rybachenko looked at them carefully. They really looked pretty: a bare, hairless, and crusty skull; eyes glowing with an infernal light; a stubby, seemingly severed nose with a black hole in the middle. And, perhaps the most disgusting thing - the absence of a lower jaw, instead of which five thick tentacles in the shape of a devil's star hung and moved. Here he pressed himself against Oleg Rybachenko, biting his lips with his teeth, giving him his famous hickey. Then his claw-like hands began to break bones. The pioneer writer Oleg yelped from the sharp pain in his elbows, his joints were crushed.
  - This is what a primate can do, let's drink to our acquaintance.
  Having detached himself from Rybachenko the writer, the monster extended his hand to the cup, and it instantly filled with wine. He shoved it into the pioneer's face.
  He couldn't even scream. As if a volcano had erupted in his nostrils, the young pioneer boy was awakened by his crying.
  Mirabella, on whose scratched legs lay Oleg Rybachenko's head, only twitched from the shake and continued to smile in her sleep. A happy girl, until the Nazis plunged her into hell. That's how far their hellish technology has come - you have no power over your thoughts!
  But still, reality: stuffy and at the same time quite cold - turned out to be a thousand times better than the demonic dream. The chills of the young pioneer writer disappeared as if by the wind. However, sometimes he even wanted to get sick, so that they would pity him, give him a chocolate bar. But if you are not sick, then it is such a blessing! The boy caught his breath and ran his hand over his thin face, wet from tears, getting used to the thought with relief that the horror of the Nazi Hades was only a dream. There is nothing worse than slavery, Oleg thought and shuddered. 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. You need to survive at any cost, outsmart these Fritzes. Maybe even pretend to be broken, or ask them to serve you. Temporarily, of course!
  But... here's the amazing thing. Almost immediately, something in Oleg Rybachenko rebelled at this thought. It rebelled not like in the past days, with convulsive jerks mixed with fear, but irreconcilably and furiously. He did not express his hatred for the SS men who had captured him and their damned master, the Fuhrer, not even in words, let alone in thoughts. He did not look for explanations or justifications. But he clearly decided for himself: to escape at the first real opportunity. And if his superiors gave him the go-ahead, and there would be even the slightest chance, he would help the others escape. Why?! Because he was a pioneer! And a pioneer must help his comrades - the Komsomol girls! And simply because he wanted to, and the fascist did not want to at all! Eh!!! Not to talk to anyone, and without knowledge of the underworld he had ended up in - it was difficult to escape... Oleg Rybachenko crumpled the straw and banged his fist on her pillow. He will not be a slave to Hitler and his flock! A pioneer of the Soviet country: he does not want humiliation and pain - enough, and everything until the finish line is here!!!
  Some of the girls were already waking up... The poor things were exhausted, that's how cracked the heels of especially city girls were.
  But alas, he has to pretend. For now he will wear a mask of humility! He doesn'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 thing is these werewolves. I remembered their eyes, and now, before their prime, when their senses are heightened, the young pioneer writer clearly understood: these are not wolves at all, but smarter creatures, the product of a directed mutation. From a shift in genes - much smarter than their degenerate SS riders. The question is, are they smarter than Soviet people?
  It's clearly starting to get light and we need to hurry.
  Oleg Rybachenko rolled over onto his side, got up on all fours and crawled between the sleeping people to the slatted wall. It was built skillfully, firmly, although with holes and without cement - you can't shake it without noise. The village was still asleep, but a fire was burning near the gate and shadows were visible near it. Motorcycles and armored cars were nowhere to be seen... Are the locals keeping watch, or what?
  The girls left barefoot footprints.
  Oleg Rybachenko shuddered - someone grabbed him by the shoulder, and he stepped back, preparing to defend himself. But in the reflections through the crack, the eyes of the cool Aurora sparkled.
  The Fire Devil asked:
  - Where is the naked guy going?
  - I really want to run, - Oleg Rybachenko whispered quietly, but with annoyance. - Do you understand how they've gotten on my nerves here!?
  Cool Aurora noted with a smile:
  - While these werewolves are watching us... Although they are not werewolves at all, but something... - The girl was confused, looking for an explanation. Then she added uncertainly. - There is something cosmic in them. I don't know what...
  Oleg Rybachenko himself came to the conclusion:
  - They won't let you leave!
  The red-haired girl shrugged:
  - They won't give it to you so easily, but the chance will always come! For now, gather your strength. Rod-Creator will give it, our people will come to Crimea and sweep out the Hitlerite scum.
  The morning in Crimea was sunny and cold, but windless. The dirt from yesterday's rain had frozen over. Well, winter didn't want to leave without a fight. The frost sparkled richly, like scattered and hung silver, but this beauty made you feel uneasy. Especially since three boys of about twelve years old who had brought brown bread and a large cauldron with some appetizingly smelling, clearly not prison soup (one of the very nasty-looking SS guards entered next, with bowls) were clearly explaining to the girls in the barn-casemate that it was cold outside. True, they themselves, as befits children under Nazi occupation, were barefoot. It seems there is even such an order so that young children rip their shoes less often. But they probably shouldn't slap their shoes out of the house.
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  However, it's okay, it's not a real frost, but a hoarfrost. Winter is already over, and in Crimea the spring is stormy!
  Oleg Rybachenko suddenly wanted to brush his teeth. There was a terribly bitter taste in his mouth. Even more than there was - his hands were reaching out to scrape his teeth.
  The pioneer ran to the door, jumped up, broke off an icicle. He stuck it in his genitals, chewed it and spat it out. Then he rinsed it again and let the fountain flow again. It immediately became fresher and April began to flow in his soul.
  The cauldron contained something liquid and floury, and it seemed to have mushrooms. They had to slurp it over the edges of the bowls, and by the way, the stew turned out to be tasty. Really with relish, and not just from hunger. The SS blockhead, the degenerate escort, yawned with all his jagged, stinking mouth and looked around sleepily. But now I'll twist him and hit him on the head, Oleg Rybachenko suddenly thought, chewing Ukrainian bread.
  Although where will he go then? They will cover him with a whole company, and even the local garrison. And they will be worse off than... In that vision - where the Nazis lowered him as if a hose.
  What an idiot he is to expose himself like that... Not himself, but the other girls and three guys. And himself too - he will still be useful to the country.
  Oleg Rybachenko thought about it. Take, for example, an airplane - does it necessarily have to have duralumin in its design? Is it possible to make it entirely out of wood, but give it the hardness of titanium! Theoretically, wood, by its formula and molecules, has such a valence that it can actually surpass titanium in strength, while weighing less.
  This means that the aircraft will gain greater maneuverability and survivability.
  And you can make super-class bulletproof vests for fighters and tanks will become like that...
  You won't break through them. Even the "Royal Tiger" he saw in his visions will give in. And our tanks are not afraid of mud. And shells won't take them.
  Oleg Rybachenko, devouring his food, asked his sister in arms in an ingratiating voice:
  - Listen, if you bind sawdust with aqua regia reagents, what effect will you get?
  Margarita immediately responded:
  - They'll start smoking... - The girl was surprised. - What did you try?
  Oleg Rybachenko whispered:
  - I was looking for a way to increase the strength of wood. And believe me, my airplane showed the practical possibility of doing without metal parts!
  - You are a real Lomonosov Oleg... - The sister in arms put her finger to her lips and kissed the boy on the forehead.
  While they were eating, two other SS guards approached. Yesterday's German general was with them. Behind him were two soldiers, a young man and a girl, with a pleasant appearance. Also SS, but from another sector. Here, all five were holding mugs with something steaming in their hands. And the young fascist brought another one to his partner. The aroma of cinnamon, honey, melons and apples floated through the casemate. The general said loudly in a questioning tone:
  - Should we hang the girls right away or have some fun first!
  The captives around them laughed, and even the SS guards joined in, and the grey-haired general simply burst out laughing, opening his mouth like a bulldog with surprisingly strong and long fangs, whole and large teeth like those of a pacing horse.
  It may be wild that girls laugh at this, but... It's better this way than crying and showing tears to the Nazis.
  Oleg Rybachenko thought: will they leave them here or drive them again? Well, really, what is the point of their crossings if the main thing is experiments with an unclear goal. Why do the Germans burn fuel while driving equipment? And if they are at least delivered somewhere, then maybe they can come up with something simpler. Load them into trucks or a train. And what about the transport plane, if the experiments are so important, why spare it?
  What's the point of leading them like sheep on a chain? Or are they testing their endurance? Indeed, none of the girls have fallen yet. Yes, they did fall during the first crossing, but it worked out. So why test them now?
  Or maybe endurance is improved by the influence of unseen devices. Is this effect measured? And that is why they race barefoot, along a winding road, clearly not trying to reach a specific destination faster?
  And this is logical - if you experiment, then to the end. And check the smallest nuances. Let as they say - everything will be beneficial.
  Perhaps they are thus preparing their soldiers for Soviet captivity and deportation to Siberia!
  With all these thoughts, Oleg Rybachenko missed the moment when they began to shackle them and roughly push them outside. Repetition is the mother of torment!!! The frozen mud with pieces of ice cut the children's bare 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 joked:
  - It is 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, okay, the count of grievances will be higher. And victories too.
  After all, he thus gets used to enduring, and even better, if there is an opportunity to take revenge!
  And maybe try to sing for courage. But first, find a motive.
  The village had woken up long ago. Only the ubiquitous children saw off the caravan. Lastly: already at the forest, one of them threw fresh manure at the fat chief of the convoy, and the whole barefoot pack of children ran away laughing. And already beyond the edge of the forest, a tall boy of about fourteen years old was encountered. With black curls and shabby clothes, dirty boots, with a spear in his hand and two white, lean dogs, which immediately stood on either side of the owner, as soon as the exhausted but beautiful captives appeared. The right hand of the black-eyed boy was wrapped in a bloody rag, in general, he looked reckless and careless. It was clear that he was a gypsy or a gypsy woman: his neck, wrists and ear were adorned with a thick twisted hryvnia, massive cuffs and an earring. Four younger gypsy boys appeared next - they were dragging a huge boar on a drag with difficulty but happily, but they froze in place when they saw the procession.
  They whistled and pointed their fingers. Vulgar jokes were heard about the half-naked captives. And there was some frank, three-story swearing.
  The SS men began to bark in response and even began to film them as uncultured.
  children show obscene gestures. To show something similar in Germany, apparently.
  The older gypsy boy shouted something at the punks. They suddenly calmed down.
  They became quiet and stood still.
  Mirabella whispered:
  - Probably the baron's son! Although what does it matter?
  Oleg Rybachenko logically noted:
  - Hitler hates gypsies. So gypsies are our allies. But with such behavior they disgrace the Romulan family!
  As he passed by, Oleg Rybachenko met the blue, narrowed eyes of the Gypsy leader. There was pride in them - the innate and unconscious pride of a young predator who had never known defeat in life. There was deep contempt, but not for Oleg or the other chained captives.
  The pioneer writer asked the free leader:
  - Let's give the Fritzes a punch in the gut! Let's tear the dogs apart?
  He answered briefly:
  - The coffin has already been ordered!
  And they involuntarily quickened their pace in the cold, as the pioneers say, we are eagles, not blind rabbits.
  Oleg Rybachenko even decided to sing for extra cheer, even if it was still audible. After all, he had to get himself in the mood for victory;
  Thunderstorms rage and horns roar,
  War has broken out in the world again!
  There was our detachment of Octobrists,
  When the horde invaded the Fatherland!
  
  The tie is tied - Fritz is near Moscow,
  The gun volleys showered...
  I dig trenches with a barefoot girl,
  To protect the approach to the heart of Russia!
  
  Someone was killed, but Lenin lives,
  In every smile and every grin!
  The trumpet sounds powerfully - soon we'll be heading out on a campaign,
  We are pioneers with ardent valor!
  
  The tanks are burning, the Fritz are kaput,
  We beat boldly - children of the people!
  Katyusha's menacing cavalry will sweep away the abomination
  We glorify the Most High Lord - Rod!
  
  We were born to win,
  It is impossible to forgive even a drop of cowardice!
  Passed the exam with a straight A,
  Well, Adolf, the bastard, stepped on the rake!
  
  The Russian soldier is a loyal hero,
  He doesn't know the word - AWOL!
  Know that you were born with a red dream,
  We can harness even a seasoned wolf!
  
  Our Stalingrad, our Leningrad,
  Everywhere is the holy land of giants!
  The shells fall like furious hail,
  And the pioneers are united with the Fatherland!
  
  We can, I believe, fly to Mars,
  We can build rockets to Venus!
  Well, fascist, a stake in your eye,
  There is no one stronger in faith than a Russian!
  
  Broken, believe the Fritzes, the spine
  We will win, even if we are starving now!
  The mad beast will be crushed,
  Well, victory will come in warm May!
  
  Mom, don't cry, don't shed tears,
  If I die, consider me a communist!
  It pressed itself against itself like spoiled glue,
  It only benefits the fascists!
  It was hard to walk in the snow, but fortunately the mud melted fairly quickly.
  And then, everything is as before. Routinely along mountain alleys, avoiding human settlements, stomping, almost in a circle.
  No, they were moving, if you look at the Sun, in some kind of spiral. In the direction of Sevastopol, and that's for sure.
  But the column still bent. The transporters roared, the locators made noise. And again the tests.
  They drove us back into the casemate, this time into the former blood feud. Even the smell of manure hadn't gone away.
  But there is a lot of hay, it will be soft to sleep. They unchained him without unnecessary ceremony and ordered him to wait for dinner.
  And they really did respect them: five local women appeared, carrying 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 either the Germans are much kinder than our propaganda portrays them to be, or we are valuable birds!
  Red-haired Aurora remarked rather rudely:
  - Don't flatter yourself too much! The guinea pigs are always fed a balanced diet.
  Oleg Rybachenko added inappropriately:
  - And pigs even more so! So that they gain weight faster!
  The red-haired warrior confirmed:
  - Truth comes from the mouths of babes! Don't rejoice at the generous ration! Especially since it's a prison ration!
  Oleg Rybachenko logically suggested:
  - Let's eat and then we'll see!
  The soup was thick with vermicelli and they even seemed to have added honey. And the bread they brought was very fresh and fragrant. As if they had arrived at a resort. It was warm in the barn. And spring had already returned, pushing aside Mother Winter.
  Oleg Rybachenko drank the bowl, then seeing that the large can was not empty yet, he asked for more.
  After which sleep came to him and to the girls like a wave from a falling meteorite - 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 doesn't notice and keeps firing.
  - My body is still dead and the extra lead doesn't weigh me down at all. - Dmitry smiled, but so terribly, as if he were dead.
  - Ugh, horror! You remind me of Hades, - Margarita exclaimed.
  Red Aurora lay down on the top 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 with fire the colored guys jumping out of the cabins. At the same time, from time to time, she needs to move herself, shifting her position:
  - Don't worry, sister Margarita, there are already less than a hundred enemies. We'll manage somehow!
  - Even less than seventy, I'm starting a "loud cleanup"! - The Komsomol bear bared her snout.
  - Move forward to the engine room, the enemy can blow up the boilers and try to sink the ship! - Now the red-haired Aurora was clearly worried. But she certainly didn't shoot any worse, on the contrary, she cleans it out like rust with a sanding saw. And there are buckets and barrels of blood from her kisses of annihilation!
  - Come on! Let's go! - Margarita said a phrase from her favorite cartoon. More precisely, the cartoon that she saw in this brutally distorted Nazi reality. - There are a hell of a lot of corpses!
  The Komsomol girl walked down the corridor like a whirlwind of annihilation. There are compartments, titanium doors, steel partitions. The zombie is behind her. He does not hide, and now a burst of fire hits. An M-18 rifle, caliber 7.45. It hits right, right next to the heart. This knocks the criminal zombie down, he falls, but then jumps up. Throws a grenade.
  - Well, you are such a relentless macho, - Margarita is surprised.
  Here, a Komsomol girl kicked down the engine room door. She released a boomerang disk, cutting down several people. She finished off the rest with swings of a dagger. The body of a fighter with Japanese features fell into thick steam. His face was scalded at once and he lost consciousness from shock, or maybe even died.
  - The cleanup is going well! - Margarita reported.
  - I'm no slouch either! - Aurora answers, delighted. A long burst of machine gun fire is heard from above, then two more. The Komsomol girl shoots, silencing the enemy.
  - They're breaking through from all sides. It's like you're in the game "Annihilation." - The fiery devil croaked.
  - I'm moving too. Several corpses are visible. However, the main opponents have already calmed down. - Margarita reported.
  A grenade fragment wounded Dmitry. It went right through him, flying out through his back. Prisoner Baranov only pressed his finger to his lips:
  - No need to scream, it doesn't hurt.
  "Don"t go ahead of your aunt into hell!" Margarita said, squinting her right eye.
  - Yes sir! - But the zombie did exactly the opposite.
  Margarita walked down the corridor, again there was an explosion of bursts, someone"s drawn-out cry, as if nails were being pulled out, a heavy grenade exploded.
  Barefoot Aurora, having killed the fugitives, poked her way into a cabin, one, two, three. Only in the fourth did they want to roast her with fire, but the Komsomol girl got ahead of them, forcing the enemies to remain silent forever.
  - There are fewer and fewer of them left, but some of them hid in a cell near the warehouse. - Aurora shouts. - It's dangerous to throw grenades, over.
  - Imitate the voice of the captain of this stinking trough. - Mirabela Korshunova advised. They will open it for you, then carefully cut it off with a burst. The stingers must not sink. I'm behind the engine now, using a boomerang. A grenade fragment wounded the cool Dima. It pierced right through, flying out through his back. Prisoner Baranov only pressed his finger to his lips:
  ng, I took three more.
  The frisky Aurora squealed with real concern:
  - Well done, soon helicopters will appear and things will get worse for us.
  Roar in response:
  - As if you don't know!
  & The fiery terminator-devil agreed:
  - I know, hope warms the soul!
  Flashbang grenades ME-198 flew towards Aurora. The Komsomol girl rushed to meet them, reflecting them with her body. A field of six stones, worked like rubber, returning the grenades back. Corpses are flying out again, even counting is boring.
  The Komsomol girl ran around the corner, lay down, and fired a burst, mowing down those who were trying to get behind her. A guy in a beast suit appeared, but the furious Aurora was waiting for him, and took him down with the same underbarrel grenade launcher that the Yankee soldier had dropped. The shot was quite powerful and hit the most vulnerable part - the visor. Half of the head was blown off and the huge metal mass fell with a ringing sound onto the armor.
  - We need to have a snack! - joked the greyhound Aurora.
  Now the Komsomol girl approached the warehouse and, imitating the commander"s voice, said:
  - I'm wounded! The mujahideen are chasing me! Let me inside, that's an order.
  Well, who would dare to disobey? The Komsomol girl jumped onto the ceiling, secured herself and, firing from the top of the door, killed nineteen frightened fighters, hitting their heads.
  - The first phase of the cleanup in the most dangerous place is complete, - the Komsomol girl announced.
  There was an explosion next to Margarita, and she jumped into the opening. Here in the hold there is a desperate smell of burnt metal and a piercing smell of explosives. Someone else tries to "kick" and falls, pierced through. Two guys, clearly blinded, stretch out their hands and yell in English:
  - Don't shoot! We surrender! Spare us in the name of the Geneva Convention.
  The kindest Margarita Korshunova could not kill the unarmed and so she simply switched them off with a familiar press of her fingers. There was regret in the bear warrior's voice:
  - 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 have almost finished the cleanup.
  - The enemy may be hiding. Try to listen and catch the anxious breathing, and we have an excellent sense of smell! - The red-haired fury snorted loudly on purpose.
  - Yes, I've smelled enough of the stench. The corpses are about to start decomposing, and our abilities will play against us! - Mirabella began to cry loudly, but pretended to do so.
  The Komsomol girls slipped past the cabins. Aurora was racing especially fast. Here was the smell of adrenaline, three fresh fighters were here. They got ready, froze in ambush.
  - This is not serious anymore. - An RPG shot rang out in response. The shell flew past, but penetrated part of the armor plate. After all, this power is designed to shoot against a T-7. The Komsomol girl threw a boomerang disk almost blindly, cut down someone, a scream was heard. She burst in with a couple of shots, killing the brave ones. The rest screamed:
  - We surrender too!
  Out of anger, Aurora kicked with her bare foot, knocking down three of them at once.
  - You are crippling the people's property! - the Komsomol terminator roared.
  Only one young prisoner remained standing on his feet.
  Margarita also encountered resistance in the hold. On the way she knocked down a soldier, obviously a green beret. He shouted: "hand-to-hand combat!"
  Margarita answered with a roar:
  - Thank you very much! - She performed the "double claw" maneuver. As a result, the green beret's neck was broken.
  She grabbed some grenades, it was already a little safer here, a dozen soldiers were apparently trying to put into practice the scout rule: survival at any cost. Margarita, however, even liked this game in her own way:
  - Well, fine, if you insist. Let's play baseball, your favorite American game, pitcher.
  - I see you want to play with them! - The red-haired Aurora giggled.
  - I don't mind! - The blonde killer giggled even louder.
  - I went down the corridor, there are still some cabins here that haven't been cleared. - The Komsomol girl was already moving, short bursts could be heard, they were the last ones. The fearless Aurora didn't even hide herself, proudly sticking out her chest.
  - I'm like a robot terminator. - Only there won't even be a dent left in me.
  The Komsomol girl walked down the steps silently. She turned on the infrared reflector. She checked the cabins. They seemed to be still moving. The nimble Aurora stepped over the corpses, jumping like a deer or a ninja. She didn't want to waste her ammo, so she simply flew into the cabin. She swung her dagger, and the enemies fell silent. Then into the next one, a similar tactic.
  Margarita also doesn't waste time, throwing grenades in a curved arc. One explosion thunders, then another. A soldier, cut by shrapnel, runs out of the corridor and stumbles upon a boomerang disk.
  - And this one too! - Margarita was surprised. - How you all love spicy things.
  A zombie, still cheerful, flashed before her. He opened fire from an Israeli machine gun, apparently picked up from trophies, with the menacing name "Armageddon". And apparently he killed someone, the bullets ricocheted off the sides, knocking out new blood stains.
  Margarita caught the smell of the corpse from the zombie became stronger, she was clearly dying. Then another shot and again fragments of the dead man's bones began to fall.
  Margarita ran along the corridor, shooting from the captured M-18. Too bad she had to reload. But she could use the captured grenades. She wouldn't mind throwing them if they weren't hers. The girl throws them in a peculiar way, catching them with her bare, girlish toes.
  "Lemons" are flying, your guts are turning. Corpses are visible and everything is quiet. There shouldn't be any living people left.
  - It seems they've gone quiet here, - says the Komsomol girl.
  Nimble Aurora confirms:
  - I'm already on my way. - The terminator scout dealt with another bunch. Now all that was left were the details. Like a fox hunting a hare, she ran up to the last door on the left. She even sang:
  - My pupils are filled with nightmare, you will be crushed by a steel blow! I will shoot off Rambo's balls and grind the bones! I will amaze everyone!
  A grenade flies out from there, into the corridor. The fierce Aurora knocks it down on the move. Explosion, fragments fly off. Another one hit the wall, bounced off and flew back, controlled by a hand.
  There was a bang in the doorway. Screams were heard. A Komsomol girl looked into the cabin. The officer was trying to collect his guts. A terrible picture.
  - 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 is cleared! And how is your luck, Margarita?
  - Drag the prisoner! - the Komsomol girl declared. - Looks like it's all over here too.
  Aurora sent a call sign to her people via radio:
  - Listen to me, Don Quixote. We just finished the operation, everything is cleared, we can land the team.
  - The miniature submarine is already approaching. But don't forget to deal with the "Skazh" helicopters. - A metallic voice sounds, cutting the ears with a dull saw.
  - Of course, we are already waiting for them. - The red-haired beast finished.
  Three "Sachoks" were indeed approaching. Margarita and Aurora grabbed an RPG - "supercobra", an analogue of the RPG twenty-nine and six. It turned out that three grenade launchers were prepared. It is important that the enemy reduces the distance and slows down. First of all, the "Sachok" tries to go lower to examine the decks and the bandits who dared to attack the best army in the world. The improved version of the "Sachok" has powerful weapons, good armor and three propellers. Not every anti-aircraft system will take it, you can see how the heat missiles are fired. What is bad about an RPG against a helicopter? Because it is not homing. This means that it is more difficult to hit from it. Nevertheless, the girls take aim, taking into account the lead.
  Margarita prays again. After all, the good guys are like that in a helicopter. The skin already feels the movement of the blades. The touch of the wind is pleasant and disturbing.
  - Oh, I'm destroying again, a work of art! A soldier's only consolation!
  A cheerful Aurora grinned:
  - Of all the works of art, it is the military masterpieces that are most firmly entrenched in the people's memory and evoke the most tears!
  - That's right! A picture painted in blood: brighter than oil and fades much more slowly! - Margarita, sad from the forced cruelty, agreed. So everything is taken into account, we can shoot!
  - Let Texas justice be done! - As always, Aurora has not lost her sense of humor.
  The shells ripped open the bellies of the vehicles. The helicopters shattered into tiny pieces. The fiery devil was shooting from both hands at once, and so all three vehicles were covered.
  The fragments flew past and missed the girls.
  Kara-132s appeared in the distance. The planes, purchased from Argentina, were flying at high altitude. They were shooting blindly, in their crazy flight.
  - This is another miscarriage, - Margarita noted. - The shrinking of the mind.
  The red-haired Komsomol member agreed:
  - In principle, yes! It will be difficult to remove them with an RPG.
  - But I'll still try! - Margarita, now forgetting about kindness, was radiating rage. - But from another, more furious and long-range grenade launcher created against rapid reaction tanks. - The fair-haired blonde Komsomol member showed an impressive-looking weapon.
  - Maybe we should test the improved properties of the "stingers?" Aurora suggested, baring her pearl teeth.
  - It's a shame to waste money on such old stuff! - Margarita snapped.
  - But there will still be an improved demonstration. Let our guys watch it too. - The terminator bear threw a dagger with her sharpened toes, the tip pierced the eye of a black man trying to look out from behind a pipe.
  - Then just one Stinger, and I'll make do with an underbarrel grenade launcher. - The bright friend answered.
  - Okay, let's do that. - Aurora rushed to the warehouse. The crippled former penal soldier Dmitry Baranov, or a living corpse, walked past them, as if he was deliberately exposing 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 fired, most of the bullets fell wide. But there are eight shooters, and many thousands of bullets are erupting. They pierced the zombie, it fell! The completely broken soldier whispered:
  - I have done my duty!
  - Looks like it! Where is the roaring Aurora, if it weren't for the "armor" I would have been hit long ago. - Margarita looked around.
  - Yes, I'm here! - The Komsomol girl brought out a Shmel and a Stinger grenade launcher. - Now aim.
  Margarita merged with her weapon again, saw every movement of the enemy, the soft press on the trigger. The shell is flying! But the "Stinger" worked, and it reached the target much earlier. The American weapon exploded so much that even the neighboring helicopter was thrown back. As a result of this unforeseen circumstance, Margarita missed:
  - Horrible! This is the first time this has happened to me!
  - He changed his trajectory, don't be upset, Komsomol girl! - whispered the dying Dmitry Baranov.
  - Perhaps! But my intuition let me down. - Margarita was now ready to cry.
  - Try again, - Aurora encouraged.
  But Kara-132, apparently damaged by shrapnel from its downed colleague, went off to the side and began to descend. Margarita said in a confused, tearful voice:
  - Maybe that's enough for now!
  The red-haired bitch with good deeds growled:
  - Okay, time to unload the Stingers. The way 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 looked at them: dressed in armored suits, but they did not look as clumsy as the previous models.
  - Are we going to load the Stingers? - asked the great-granddaughter of Lomonosov and Stenka Razin.
  - The warehouse is open! - answered the red-haired Aurora. - Let us give it to you!
  . CHAPTER #10.
  The commander of the paratroopers, the colonel, coldly stated:
  - Well, let's unload 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. Another one with an underbarrel grenade launcher was nearby. As is typical for Germany, it was quite high-quality, maybe even better than the M-18, or, in any case, more reliable. The newest modern model MG-8, also German, screwed up, but of no particular interest to researchers.
  The Stingers were stored in long containers, carefully stacked, fastened and lined with shock-absorbing nets, using a hydrolyzed cushion. They were disassembled and stacked. The Komsomol girls actively helped their armored guys. One of the finds was an unexpected RPG-49, the latest model.
  - It's strange, we didn't export any of these, - the colonel in charge of the operation remarked. Then he turned to the girls and enthusiastically replied:
  - You won't find women like you in every action movie. Hundreds of corpses and the capture of a large ship. I think they'll soon make a movie about you. - And a cry of thunder. - They'll call it Margarita and Aurora are hiding the zone!
  What is really not here;
  There were also improved models of OG and PG, models with more powerful explosives. In particular, PG used four types of acid, and electric induction, which allowed to launch a blast wave, in a narrower direction, penetrating multi-layer active armor together with an anti-cumulative screen (And where did Margarita read such fiction?). The cost is a little more expensive, but the effectiveness.
  - "Pershing" is already obsolete, - noted the daughter of Lomonosov and Korshunov, whose false memory had awakened. - More advanced tanks "Powell" 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 a little thicker. It would have been nice to capture it.
  - We can't catch everything in the zone. We'll grab some from Antarctica, too. - Aurora joked, sending sunbeams with her teeth. - We're not afraid of the cold.
  - I know it! - Margarita flashed her pearly teeth even brighter.
  During the conversation, the Stingers were being 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:
  - And where are the stones?
  A seasoned special forces soldier explained reasonably to the beauties:
  - The thing is that if they are taken to Soviet Russia, they will quickly lose their properties and it is not known when they will be restored.
  - Of course! - the Komsomol bears confirmed.
  Colonel Yuri (here Margarita remembered that he had a funny surname, Petukhov!) suggested Solon's version:
  - So let them stay with you for now. Just give the Turkish Sultan six instead of seven. He won't be able to use the armor and stinger boosters anyway, and the terrorists' level of trust in you will increase.
  The Fire Devil, of course, agreed to this proposal:
  - Certainly. And which stone should be left?
  The colonel wrinkled his high forehead, the wrinkles appeared in the moonlight like ripples on the sea, and then smoothed out. He finally made a decision:
  - The one that absorbs radiation, you might find it useful. And the other six will return to us after the Turkish Sultan is finished. - The colonel ran the edge of his hand across his throat.
  Now Margarita's interest was awakened:
  - How long will it take to redesign the Stingers?
  The colonel stated confidently, rubbing the yellowish-orange grass of the zone with the spiky surface of his boots.
  - Not so much, we'll have special robot designers to do it. - And he waved his fist. We'll do it in an hour or an hour and a half! We'll let you know.
  Aurora jumped up and giggled, baring her teeth:
  - Okay, what about our task?
  The special forces commander roared:
  - Go to the city, killing everyone on your way! This will weaken the pro-American group "Constant" 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 with effort:
  - We calculated logically! So, Russian Rambo in skirts on a hunt.
  - Well, for now I hope we'll distract your enemies. - Aurora's eyes lit up with an unhealthy gleam.
  - Do you need any ammo? - asked the combat colonel.
  Both shrews nodded in agreement:
  - It won't hurt, although we spent no more than a thousand between the two of us.
  The colonel, in the style of a priest, said in a spruce tone:
  - The hand of the giver will not become impoverished! Don't worry, the budget of the URSh has been significantly increased.
  - But that means that the military or pensioners, workers in the social sphere will not receive the money! - Margarita made a face.
  The colonel himself felt uncomfortable and, confused, he announced:
  - As long as the oil hasn't run out, we won't be in any danger. It's very good that you've taken the stone away from the Americans. Who knows, maybe they managed to get cheap oil, how negatively that affected our income. We've mastered such huge conquests and platforms that we pump fuel straight out of the ground. - The colonel flashed the stars on his shoulder straps.
  - You can't call a country developed if the majority of its budget income comes from oil and gas, - Margarita Korushnova noted in a stern tone. - We need to promote science in the civilian sphere, otherwise everything goes to militarism.
  - That's what you girls will do. We are already growing new supermen. Who will possibly combine cellulose with themselves, or even liquid metals. - The colonel grimaced as if he had a toothache. He took out a piece of chewing gum and threw it in his mouth. He looked dejected.
  - And then as in "The Temptation of God" or another name "Stronger than Almighty God"! multi-theohyperplasm becoming like the Creator! - Margarita noted.
  The commander blinked his eyes in confusion:
  - I haven"t read such a novel, but what is theohyperplasm?
  Both girls blurted out at once:
  - Energy of the future! What was electricity for Jules Verne has become fundamentally new types of matter.
  However, we don't really have time to talk, - said the Komsomol girl, unloading the Stingers into the boat.
  "You should definitely read The Temptation of God," the colonel declared, involuntarily cringing.
  - Very useful for combat strategy, - Aurora noted. - In general, our third world war against the USA and England was conducted so ineptly that it clearly smells of treason.
  - To be honest, that's how it was! Our generals aren't so stupid that they didn't even know the basic principles of strategy and tactics. - The colonel noted.
  - Why didn't they put anyone in jail? - The tough Aurora shook her fist vigorously.
  The colonel muttered in confusion:
  - There was no political order, and besides, they didn"t want to create a precedent; very influential people could have suffered.
  - A decent person puts justice above family and friendly relations! The law for enemies and friends should be the same as a husband for a wife! The existence of different laws turns justice into a prostitute! - Margarita declared in a peremptory tone.
  The colonel was truly surprised:
  - Wow, I see you are a German Catherine. You want justice, apparently!
  - I want truth, order and, of course, freedom! - Margarita declared, exclaiming.
  - What party? - The colonel was surprised.
  - None of the current ones! - The young great-granddaughter of Mikhail Lomonosov and Stenka Razin got going. She saddled her hobbyhorse. - This should become a new movement, dominated by intellectual youth. And first of all, we need to fight the raw materials orientation of the economy. It is customary to criticize Hitler, but under him, industry, in particular mechanical engineering, made a colossal leap from scratch. He managed to modernize the country without any petrodollars. Unfortunately, during Stach's time, the stake was placed 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. Professors-oligarchs would become the rule, not the exception. In addition, higher education should not only be free, but also compulsory, and the director of an enterprise must have a dissertation, and he must hand it in to a computer that cannot be bribed. In general, we will significantly raise the intellectual level of young people so that the principle of buy and sell does not prevail!
  - Yes, many even with higher education are looking for easy bread, the trade sphere is clearly overloaded. - The colonel agreed with a sigh and added even more sadly: - And the scientific field is not held in high esteem.
  The weapons were unloaded quickly. The Komsomol girls worked and talked at the same time:
  - I think we need stricter restrictions for the market economy. - Smart Aurora joined the conversation. - So that there are no such super-rich. Because one Russian oligarch with Jewish roots has a fortune equal to two hundred of the richest people in China.
  The colonel was already losing his temper, but at the same time he showed rare restraint:
  - True, and most billionaires are not of Slavic nationality. We are thinking about this and trying to pinch them.
  - You're not pinching well! This needs a thorough weeding, - Margarita objected. - Well, all the "Stinger-crackers" have been unloaded, it's time to hit the enemy.
  On the shore they already knew about the attack and the Yankees were gathering their forces. The destruction of the helicopters showed that the enemy was very strong, and the Americans were not the kind of nation to rush headlong into hell. They were preparing to strike for sure. In addition, the "constant" group was pulling up its troops.
  In this situation, you need to attack yourself. Then you will have an advantage. But how to attack head-on or make a flanking maneuver. Margarita Korshunova suggested:
  - Let's go straight to the port and kill them all there!
  - Not a bad idea, but you can immediately get under dagger fire. I suggest a softer option. A quick detour, an approach from the forest. - Aurora made a circle with her bare toes, and then reproduced a pentagram.
  - Is it worth wasting time!? - There was skepticism in the voice of the scientist Margarita.
  - The winter night is very long, - Aurora objected. - Besides, the enemy must not know that there are only two of us. We must create an illusion: that the attack is also coming from the land, as if there are large forces against them.
  - This time, I agree with you, let's swim! - Margarita quickly brought the floating craft to combat readiness.
  The Komsomol girls moved at high speed on an inflatable boat. Still invisible soldiers, for virtual observation and radar.
  Cutting through the air, they passed several ships and, having passed the buildings, found themselves in more open waters. Along the way, they encountered mutant sharks, but unlike the grand destroyer "Anaconda", the Komsomol girls did not smell of blood. Therefore, they did not try to attack them. In addition, Aurora launched a boomerang disk with her bare toes:
  - Let him give them a new goal.
  Having wounded the shark, he knocked a fountain of blood out of its body. The animal twitched, and its comrades immediately pounced with their retractable jaws and mammoth tusks. It looked scary, the monstrous beasts were impaling their friend, she butted back with her tusk, and hit. Greenish, oily blood spread across the surface. The predators entered the battle, and the number of the maimed grew, and in turn, others finished them off.
  - Oh, Margarita! It's easy to fight them. You take one, wound one, and the rest will cripple themselves. - Aurora splashed loudly in her voice and stamped her bare feet.
  - You see, the devil's morality plays a role. No need to preach hatred towards your neighbor and the desire to finish off the weak. - Snow White-Terminator winked.
  - We did not fight the weak, - Aurora, her emerald eyes sparkling, said very proudly. - There were four hundred and eighty of them against the two of us, and ahead there is a battle with at least two thousand, of which three hundred and fifty are select special forces who have been through Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia. And the other fighters are not without experience.
  - A strong opponent hardens the body and will, makes you stronger - a weak one corrupts the soul and weakens the body, makes you weaker! So the difficult path gives much more than an easy victory! - declared the wise Margarita.
  Having walked around the port, the Komsomol girls came out to the channel. It was not far from the port, you could even hear the ships humming. The scouts-warriors found themselves in the channel. It was quite long and, strangely enough, twisted. On the way, the Komsomol girls almost ran into an anomaly. It curved the air like a transparent spring. Insects flew up to it and flashed their bright caviar. Nevertheless, it attracted winged creatures.
  "It's something like a fly annihilator," Aurora noted, flashing her bare heels.
  - Maybe some kind of radiation attracts insects. I feel the ultrasonic vibrations of the air with my skin. - Margarita even shuddered cowardly.
  - A new problem for us! In general, this strange nature of the zone is capable of leading to a heart attack. - There was irony in the fiery Aurora's voice.
  - You and I have two hearts each, so we won't die right away! - Margarita became cheerful. - It's good when you're not quite human.
  The Fire Devil cried out to this:
  - I agree! Otherwise I would be standing at the stove, and pregnant at that!
  However, the girls had to stop, push off from the snags, and move to the side several times, backing up.
  Behind one anomaly another immediately appeared, this time an oval alternating one. All this made movement difficult. Everyone passed, and a semblance of a stream appeared ahead.
  It's hard to climb up it, there's oncoming traffic, but there are no anomalies. Barefoot footprints remain on the frost-covered grass.
  The Komsomol girls stopped before leaving it. Several heads of "cabbage" were seen running up. The mutant plants did not see the almost indistinguishable girls, a couple of them stumbled upon the boots (the Warrior Bears had just put them on to hide the smell), but apparently convinced of their inedibility, they fell behind.
  - We need to swim a little further! - Aurora said, flashing a beastly grin. - We'll hide the boat there.
  - It's not convenient to carry it around with you! - Margarita Korshunova agreed.
  Making a jet engine silent is not an easy task for designers, but the cuttlefish also uses a similar principle and is a first-class hunter.
  Finding a place to hide so that a random sucker wouldn't take it is not so easy. The best place to do this is the lair of a dangerous animal. For example, a beaver rat. The animal is dangerous, hard to kill and the size of a wild boar. Not fur or scales, a normal sucker won't go near its lair. Especially at night. That's what the girls decided, hiding an inflatable boat in a kind of pocket. Where bushes hang over the water from above. That's where the girls left their treasure, camouflaged with bush branches.
  - Did you hide it well? - Margarita asked, doing exercises on the go.
  - It will lie there until the morning, and at dawn we will disappear! - Furious Aurora adjusted the stone with her heel.
  - And if the rat-raccoon makes a mess! - The Komsomol warrior winced.
  - We'll shoot him! His skin is tougher than an alligator's and is highly valued. - Aurora winked her emerald eyes in a childish way.
  - We'll sell it! We'll change our identity, and no one will recognize us! - Margarita Korushnova stuck out her tongue playfully.
  Aurora growled:
  - OK!
  The girls moved away slightly, as the rat-raccoon himself appeared. They froze, deciding to spare the animal's life for now. They were somewhat reminiscent of a bandit who had slaughtered a family but let a bird out of its cage. The rat-raccoon failed to detect the girls' almost indistinguishable scent, and besides, he was full, having tasted the carrion, he lay down to sleep.
  His snoring is so unusual that it resembles the scraping of an untalented violinist.
  The Komsomol girls tried to move quickly, and no one saw them, so secret was their movement. They even took off their boots.
  Barefoot Aurora asked her friend, not with the goal of obtaining information, but simply to relieve tension:
  - Well, how is the bypass maneuver going?
  Margarita answered without further ado:
  - If we don't encounter any anomalies.
  The fiery devil put her finger to her lips:
  - And here's one crawling out.
  The anomaly was coming up from under the ground. It was even loosening the soil. Like a giant mole, it rammed through sand, clay, grass. It pushed out something slimy, similar to oil. Then it started to smack.
  - Disgusting! - declared the fiery Aurora. - Like two pigs kissing.
  The anomaly heard them and, alarmed, moved towards the girls.
  - Let's go to different sides! - Margarita ordered.
  Nimble Aurora did not understand:
  - And what is this for?
  Snow White Terminator grinned:
  - We'll make you chase two hares!
  The Komsomol girl stuck out her tongue, caught the wasp with it and chewed it up, 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 the puddle of oil. However, just as quickly as it caught fire, it also went out just as quickly.
  - This is not Pyromania! - Aurora noticed, squinting, barefoot, and immediately jumped, turning into a backflip.
  - Yes, the Pyromania anomaly is capable of causing a catastrophe! - Margarita agreed. - Now let's move forward faster, we're already wasting time.
  The Komsomol girls had barely gone deep into the thicket of budding bushes, trees, and intertwined mutant vines when they were surrounded by almost impenetrable darkness. Only the bark of the trees shone, giving the landscape an ominous, otherworldly look. However, the girls did not need night vision monoculars, these were for weaklings who were incapable of making independent decisions and seeing in the dark. Aurora almost rammed a tree, the radioactive illumination made the distance illusory, often deceiving with the distance.
  - Damn it! - The Fire Devil mentioned the unclean one quite appropriately. There seems to be 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-haired Aurora agreed with poorly concealed irony.
  The warrior waved her hand through the air:
  - First, slow movement, then we'll get used to it.
  The Komsomol girls gradually sped up, trying not to crack even a twig under their soles. Fearing not so much random 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 down on them!
  - The water is probably heavy! - Aurora suggested.
  - About ten percent for sure! - Margarita agreed.
  The fire devil knocked down the insect with her hyper-titanium heel and expressed her opinion:
  - That's why the dew is so large and doesn't evaporate!
  Clay squelched under the soles of the boots. Its color was an unusual greenish-violet, as if from beyond the grave. There was nothing like it anywhere on Earth, except for the area of the zone.
  The legs tried to move apart on it, but the tracks instantly overgrown, which made reconnaissance easier. But it was hard to move, it stuck to the boots, forcing you to waste effort. Aurora and Margarita even swallowed a concentrated chocolate bar. Grass was rare, and was mostly predatory. It crawled on the clay, and tried to grab insects. Intricate interweaving of vines, bushes, branches, leaves, sometimes odorless, and sometimes with a strong aroma.
  - Where did the vines come from? - Margarita asked. - This is a temperate climate zone.
  - The result of a mutation, they took root. Besides, it's warmer in the zone than in it! About fifteen degrees. It's hotter here in the summer than in equatorial Africa. Or no, it's about the same temperature. - Beautiful Aurora wrinkled her forehead, apparently trying to remember something she had once read.
  Margarita stated very confidently:
  - That's nothing! At least for us.
  Barefoot Aurora turned over in the air, doing a somersault and whined:
  - We are Komsomol bears and that says it all!
  - I remember how we were once taken to the Sahara. I spent a week without food or drink, walked barefoot through sand that was burning like a frying pan on a stove, and I survived nothing! - Margarita noticed, letting sparks out of her eyes (and not figuratively, but literally!). - Of course, it wasn't very pleasant.
  - Of course! I've been through this too! My feet get used to it quickly, but they just itch afterwards. And my skin gets darker in the sun. - She confirmed, cheerful and playful like the cat from Viriya Aurora.
  - I don't like it when the body is white, it seems too delicate. - Margarita made a genuine grimace.
  - Chocolate tan is in fashion now. - The fiery devil growled with her panther teeth. - It means you have money to go to the South.
  The girls almost ran out of the intricacies of the Chernobyl jungle. The bank of a wide channel was located nearby. Thick bushes, protruding roots, mutant plantain with its wide leaves - created a convenient closed position.
  Margarita 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 fought with them for centuries! That's why the USSR won, and now Ukrainians are our brothers. - Red Aurora spread her arms wide and tried to fly.
  - And before, they had Russian brothers. Every child knows that Kyiv is the Mother of Russian Cities. - Margarita said, smiling wider. - They were united by the sacred Orthodox faith and Slavic roots. God himself commanded the USSR to be a single state. But Bandera came and created chaos - a war ensued. However, we won.
  - Order is built on a foundation where cement is faith and sand is will! And for this, many scoundrels need to be imprisoned! - Aurora answered, growling fiercely.
  It is not difficult to observe the city. The ditch here is filled up, it is not a problem to cross the rampart. The houses are mostly old, five-story buildings and Stalin-era high-rises are visible. The girls have already been in modern buildings. Then Margarita remembered:
  - We have to take eighteen children out, don't we?
  - Our guys will help! We'll create such a panic in the city that they won't be able to track our movements! - Barefoot Aurora shook her machine gun.
  The snow-white warrior looked back and, having cut down a mosquito-tick, lowered her voice and asked:
  - What if he runs away?
  The fiery devil logically noted:
  - I'm counting on his elementary greed. Besides, I'll call this dwarf now. I'll support his fighting spirit.
  Margarita Korshunova growled in a completely unintelligent manner:
  - The best way to do this is with a good slap.
  Aurora quickly ran her bare toes across the room and dialed the number and said loudly:
  - You're ready!
  - Yes, but there was such a commotion here! - A thin squeak was heard in response.
  - Don't despair, it's much easier to take them out in the noise. Besides, no one will be surprised by the absence of children after such a stormy night. - The cunning, red-haired devil lowered her tone.
  - Agreed! They won't have time for us anymore! - The dwarf, a kiddumping specialist, purred.
  - Wait for us, no matter what happens! Maybe we'll add another five percent. - Aurora said ingratiatingly.
  The last words had a magical effect. The moron bandit growled:
  - I will wait, even if the end of the world is coming!
  Cool Aurora, with an ironic raising and lowering of her long eyelashes, thought: "This somehow reminds me of Judas waiting for an aspen stake."
  - Well, now we will beat the Americans and their henchmen. - Green-eyed Aurora said decisively.
  - Do you know what I can"t forgive America for? - Galina clenched her fists.
  - What? - The red bear, a member of the Komsomol, was surprised.
  - Bombing our and Japanese cities! This is barbarism! - I even wrote some poetry! - Margarita shook the grenade, and with such anger that a whole swarm of furry mutant insects fell.
  Aurora jumped up and rejoiced:
  - Come on, sing! It's interesting.
  And Korshunova starts singing, her voice, as always, is above the Himalayas of praise;
  The Star of the Fatherland was given by the Lord,
  Believe me, she is more radiant than the sun!
  My native country is this -
  Know that my heart beats with sadness for you!
  
  In you we Komsomol members are like eagles,
  We crush the fascists and sweep away the rubble!
  We were even able to do it on Jupiter,
  To grow the fruits of an unrealizable paradise!
  
  Venus is a place for love,
  On Mars the warrior's feeling is the highest!
  Break the chains of evil and doubt,
  After all, the Almighty wants to do the best!
  
  We will defeat the cosmic onslaught,
  Let's catch the chin with a strong hook!
  The enemy will be crushed by the power of peace,
  And the Junkers was shot down by an ordinary children's bow!
  
  There is only one deal - take it and win,
  We cannot know any other outcome!
  And don't tear the wolf of the Reich,
  You'll get hit in the face with a bayonet by a soldier!
  
  But the bayonet won't do you any good,
  We'll add some dynamite to the head!
  The flight is just as swift,
  When the proletarian struck the hammer!
  
  The further course will pass like a hurricane,
  And the endgame will be a victorious checkmate!
  After all, our rage is a mad volcano,
  Reprisal against the bastard, the terrible cat!
  
  We have clamped our pincers on Berlin,
  Paris is free under the Russian flag!
  We are the daughters and sons of the Fatherland,
  When we feast, we eat honey with relish!
  
  Foggy Albion is now like a brother,
  New York came to me like a pie on a platter!
  Our red, scarlet poppy-colored flag,
  Under it all people are happy and free!
  . CHAPTER #12.
  Oleg Rybachenko also has a dream that is not at all simple, but wonderful. As if he and Dima are continuing their military career;
  The two of them volunteered for the SS children's division formed by the rabid Fuhrer. It seems that in this reality, Hitler has completely lost his mind. True, on the other hand, he had enough sense not to start a hopeless war with the USSR.
  On the other hand, why shouldn't the boy get some military training? Why should they whine and pamper themselves like young lords?
  Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry, along with other guys from the junior battalion, were flying 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 junior variety of Hitler-jugent. Three hundred boys of about twelve years old, seemingly still quite snouty, but in reality they were specially selected guys who had already received quite a bit of 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 routed, although there are still strong garrisons in Sudan. True, the colonial troops are not entirely reliable, and, strictly speaking, the English units. They are not quite English. They are not that well armed, especially with tanks, try to move equipment across the metropolis. Therefore, the risk of large losses among the boys is minimal. It is assumed that at the level of ordinary tactical exercises, and the younger generation will gain experience of war.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Dmitry know German well (the supposed 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 didn't expect that Russians can be so strong and smart. For example, you speak our language like first-class Germans!
  Oleg Rybachenko modestly noted:
  - What's surprising about that? Maybe we'll have to fight, and if you go on reconnaissance and don't know German, how much information will you gather?
  Hans agreed:
  - That's true! But in general we were taught that you Russians are subhumans. Slavs are a transitional stage between apes and humans. That is, in terms of intelligence development, a Russian is a little higher than a domestic animal.
  Dmitry clenched his fists angrily:
  - I can even hit you for such words.
  Hans answered bravely, clenching his fists:
  - Only the choice of weapons is up to me. With gloves you are the champion of Halfworld, but how about a duel with nunchucks?
  Dmitry was surprised:
  - What is this?
  The German elite boy wanted to respond, showing off his erudition, but Oleg Rybachenko beat him to it:
  - It's an agricultural tool used to beat out sheaves in China. The Mongol-Tatars forbade the Chinese from carrying weapons, so they turned this seemingly harmless device into a deadly club. A whole system of fighting with nunchaku was developed. Then, at the end of the nineteenth century, it was adopted by the Japanese. Probably, it came from them and the SS troops.
  Hans objected:
  - Not exactly. The great Fuhrer invited several gurus from China ten years ago, ordering that the Third Reich's hand-to-hand combat school be made the most advanced in the world. Don't think that we Germans, being the highest nation, don't want to learn anything from other nations. Our German military school requires taking the human factor into account as much as possible.
  Dmitry nodded vigorously, confirming the thought:
  - And the Soviet one too. Stalin said - technology decides everything during the reconstruction period! And then in the second five-year plan he developed the idea - personnel decides everything!
  Oleg Rybachenko expressed something different here:
  - I must say that not everything is fine with the human factor. For example, the level of technical training of soldiers in the USSR is lagging behind. But overall, we are on top!
  Hans suggested:
  - Would you like to play Hitler-hash?
  The Soviet boys were surprised:
  - What is this?
  Hans winked:
  - The latest 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 squares. It has tanks, and self-propelled guns and battleships. Each has forty figures, and a total of one hundred and sixty. Some move like chessmen, others completely differently. Plus some other innovations... For example, a tank and a battleship can only shoot down tanks, self-propelled guns and battleships, and infantry either in pairs, or if they reach a certain line, they can boost their weapons. In general, the game is extremely difficult, not at all like chess.
  - Show it to me, - Oleg Rybachenko asked.
  Hans took a folding board out of his backpack. It was hinged and quite compact. The figures were magnetized. Forty identical to each. The board itself was quite conservative, a rectangle. The rules were interesting, in particular almost all the figures hit differently than they move, except for tanks. They can both hit and move with a capture.
  As expected, the strongest figure is the battleship, the weakest is the light infantry. There are also self-propelled guns and, interestingly, aircraft, and one each, but an attack aircraft, a fighter, a bomber, and a seaplane. 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 can't beat chess in popularity. The level of difficulty is simply off the charts!
  Hans agreed:
  - Yes, it won't be easy to work out a strategy here. And you won't write any smart books. But that's exactly what the Aryans are for!
  Dmitry agreed:
  - Yes, for the Aryans! Let's play!
  Oleg Rybachenko warned:
  - There won't be much pleasure!
  Hans invited another boy and having formed a pair, began to play against the boys. In this case, he chose brown. Oleg and Danka, naturally, red!
  The game was not really exciting at first, but then the boys got into it. Oleg Rybachenko, a born strategist, seized the initiative and began to press the enemies from the flanks. In the Fuhrer's game, there was no king, and the headquarters could be moved without losing a turn.
  But the boys were not given the chance to play. The alarm sounded...
  - Air attack!
  The boys rushed to the portholes at once. Although the windows were narrow, it was not very easy to see out of them and there was even a crush.
  The landing planes flew in a column, and of course, they were accompanied by well-armed fighters.
  There were no more than ten Englishmen. The Spitfires, seeing that there were more Germans, opened fire with machine guns, trying to hit from a long distance. But they got their own back. Three Royal Air Force planes went up in smoke, and the rest ran away.
  The boys whistled loudly, but no one swore - discipline. But they stamped their boots and made a number of salty jokes.
  Of course, transport can't pursue fighters, the difference in speed is an order of magnitude, so the boys had to calm down and return to their business. Some even began to do push-ups, others to do abs.
  However, Oleg Rybachenko was so inspired that he began to sing with a voice capable of driving away not only the king, but also the emperor of liars (Hitler!);
  We are flying into a harsh, mortal battle,
  Pioneers are children of communism!
  Our Lord Svarog is always with me,
  Let's crush the foundations of revanchism!
  
  We have courage and drive,
  Every machine can assemble it!
  A fierce defeat awaits the Nazis,
  Don't talk nonsense, Fritzes!
  
  The Wehrmacht was soundly beaten near Moscow,
  We showed our dashing valor!
  The slippery parasite was crushed,
  We've won, pretty much!
  
  What will Fritz be able to do next?
  Just put your paws up - surrender quickly!
  And into Adolf's throat - a sharp spitz,
  Let the donkey play the role of the clown!
  
  Our role is to sound the victory horn,
  Gathering the red legions!
  And mercilessly chop off the heads of the aggressor,
  At least they came to the front straight from school!
  
  We beat the bastards as if we were born from Mars,
  And everywhere the Fritzes are asking for mercy!
  We are the sons of a great country where all are equal -
  Let them approve the march from the icon of the face!
  
  Hitler thought to seize our Earth,
  And now he has a bump under his bangs!
  After all, the Germans wanted to turn everyone into game,
  And they were put down by a simple boy!
  
  What happened to the Tiger? It went into the metal,
  From it we will brew samovars with sweet tea!
  The Fritzes got a drastic defeat in the horns,
  We are in Berlin in radiant, warm May!
  
  And instead of a tie, Adolf had a noose,
  She pulled the neck of the enemy executioner!
  A heavy penalty has accrued for his sins,
  And now I trample Germany with tanks!
  
  The Great Stalin himself awarded the Komsomol member,
  He gave me an order - a large "Victory" star!
  How much effort we have put into the Holy Fatherland,
  Why do our grandfathers rejoice in the next world!
  It's strange, but he was applauded loudly for such a seditious song - has everyone here gone completely blind or something?
  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 which again these chains that left terrible abrasions on their hands and the drive of the column... They didn't even let them have breakfast! In a circle! That's right, the Germans stayed in place, and the prisoners slowly moved along the ring road. What sense in this is not clear. A road paved with asphalt and pebbles. After a few hours, their bare heels began to burn and itch cruelly. Many of the girls started bleeding.
  Then, although it was still a long way until evening, they unceremoniously drove us back and, hastily unchaining us, ordered us to lie down.
  Oleg Rybachenko and the other girls quickly obeyed. And although they didn't want to sleep at all, the embrace of the god of sleep and visions Hypnosis (whom the Almighty Zeus himself forced to close his eyes!) rolled in suddenly and inexorably.
  And again the young pioneers are in an honorable military cause, even if it is in a foreign army;
  The battalion, consisting of Jungvolk fighters, three hundred twelve-year-old boys, was rebuilt on the spot and transferred further south. At first, the boys were driven a couple of kilometers in cars, but then the leadership apparently changed its mind and decided to arrange a survival race for the boys.
  The boys were forced to undress, remaining in only military shorts, and so, almost naked and barefoot with backpacks on their shoulders, they ran to the south.
  Of course, they were allowed to put on a new, quite effective sunscreen, and the route did not go through the desert, but through softer and less stinging grass, since it went along the Nile River, and around the full-flowing spring, there was grass and trees, but still the test was the hardest. For they had to run, in the conditions of the wild African July heat, and also with submachine guns, as well as backpacks with supplies.
  Of course, the special battalion included boys representing the cream of the German nation and having decent physical training, but still.
  The young warriors were lined up and their commander, a brat like them, though quite tall, with the muscles of Apollo, ordered:
  - Well, guys! I know it will be hard for you, but duty is duty! We need to cover fifty-eight kilometers by evening! That's an order.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted:
  - Mm-yes! This word, this order, sounds like a spell! You can't ignore it.
  Dimka noted:
  - I bet we won't fulfill it!
  Hans Feuer objected:
  - We are obliged to fulfill it, because we are Aryans! And you Russians are also Aryans if you enroll in the best battalion of the Jungvolk.
  A backpack on your back with ammunition, water and rations is about eighteen kilograms, plus a submachine gun weighing three kilograms. Twenty-one kilograms is heavy even for an adult, if you walk for a long time, and here you have to run, and under the scorching sun.
  Oleg Rybachenko rubbed his foot on the grass. The boys were enthusiastic about getting rid of their shoes; it was hard to run in leather boots (the leather was artificial, but still not some kind of tarpaulin boots). Sneakers or tennis shoes would have been better, but in the conditions of warring Germany, this was a luxury, and they decided not to spoil the boys.
  The command was given, and the warriors from Jungvolk began to run, trying to maintain some semblance of formation.
  A fresh wind blew from the Nile, pleasantly blowing on the naked, muscular torsos of the boy warriors. They were somewhat reminiscent of titan youths ready to storm the sky. They ran, breathing steadily, almost in step. The tallest were in front, and, of course, the tall Dimka, although six boys, including the commander, were taller than him. Oleg Rybachenko, who was only slightly taller than the standard, his eleven-year-old height (unlike the reality in which he took after his heroically built ancestors!) had to rush, almost at the very end. True, this was also an advantage, less chance of stepping on your heels, or getting kicked under the place where you sit. He was the youngest here, but certainly not the weakest or even stupidest.
  The load is noticeable, but acceptable for now, and everyone has experience running with a load. Even with a lot of weight, when carrying, for example, a partner on their shoulders.
  Under the bare feet of the barefooted boys, from time to time, they crunch or crack, into broken branches of palm trees or cones, sometimes there are also thorny plants, which the boys try to get around. The grass is warm, often dry, but, of course, does not burn like the sand of the desert. In general, it is still possible to live, only the Sun rises and intensifies the heat.
  Tall Hans, about the same height as Dmitry, and they run shoulder to shoulder. The German boy warrior asks the young Soviet fighter:
  - Well, now you're at war! Of course, you haven't smelled gunpowder yet, but we have everything ahead of us. Do you feel any delight?
  Dmitry answered honestly:
  - Not yet! - And he added, turning his head around again. - I admit, honestly no!
  Hans snorted contemptuously:
  - And I do! I admit honestly, yes! Well, what boys my age can legally go to war. Fight, shoot, kill, blow up, take prisoners. After all, that's romantic. You and Oleg also wanted to feel like living warriors, to escape 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, why did you sign up with us? Aren't you afraid of being killed or maimed? - Hans teased sarcastically.
  Dimka, nicknamed Ilya Muromets, scowled:
  - That's why I signed up, to show that Russians can fight no worse than Germans. Otherwise, the whole world writes and talks about your victories...
  Hans chuckled:
  - Well, yes! Our victories are celebrated throughout the Universe. - The tall boy warrior puffed out his broad chest with pride. - And you Russians can barely push back the tiny Finnish army. You have nothing to brag about!
  Dmitry, offended and barely restraining himself from using his fists, objected:
  - We also have Khalkhin Gol!
  Hans snorted contemptuously:
  - A small skirmish, somewhere in Asia. And our guys have already taken Europe, and almost all of Africa and Asia. And we'll take over Russia, it'll be a piece of cake for us!
  Dmitry's eyes flashed angrily:
  - Don't grab it, your arms are too short!
  Hans laughed:
  - And how did we make you sign the Brest Peace? You gave us lands, counting up to the Dnieper, having three times more bayonets and sabres. What can be said about a Russian as a soldier in this case?
  Dimka braced himself, he intended to punch Hans in the face, and knowing his strength as a champion of "half the world", he would have certainly knocked out the impudent German kid, but... He didn't want to break the line and start a fight. And it's not good to use fists during a polemic. Besides, in this case, he would most likely be arrested, and he wouldn't have time to show that Russians fight no worse than 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 German, and in the First World War there was the Brusilov Offensive. And you didn't take Paris because our troops almost captured Königsberg.
  Hans found a rather compelling counterargument:
  - But you were defeated in the last battles with us anyway! And a person and a nation are judged first and foremost by their 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 has a 152-mm howitzer. Do you Germans have anything like that?
  Hans chuckled:
  - The French on the S-2 tanks also had howitzers of even larger caliber, 155 mm, but that didn't stop us from defeating the frogs, even though we had weaker equipment than we have now. The main strength of the Wehrmacht is the superiority of the human factor!
  Dmitry grimaced 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 "half the world"? And defeating your very best guys?
  Hans quite reasonably stated:
  - Sometimes exceptions only prove the rule. Or rather, almost always! Now, if we take not individual phenomena, but the level of military training as a whole, then here...
  Dmitry got angry:
  - You don't know what level of combat training we have and how training is conducted in the Soviet army. So, don't make assumptions!
  Hans logically noted:
  - In Spain there was a competition between the Soviet military school, doctrine and the German one. We tested our equipment and weapons. The result was the victory of our military school, and strategic art, and the consolidation of Franco's regime. So we have already fought with your guys and won!
  Dmitry-Muromets noted sadly:
  - You had far more troops than we did! You simply won with numbers!
  - I wouldn't say so. - Hans lowered his head and fell silent, the first signs of fatigue began to appear and it became difficult to speak.
  The worst thing was, of course, the heat. The sun was inexorably moving towards its zenith. None of the boys were used to it. Germany and Russia are northern countries, and in summer it rarely gets above thirty degrees. And this is Africa in July, and the breeze from the Nile has stopped blowing.
  The boys' bare feet began to sting more and more with the dry grass, and then suddenly it ran out and a whole kilometer was covered with burning gravel. It was very painful, some of the less-than-stable boys squealed. Sweat poured off them and hissed as it dripped 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 show their pain. They were thinking about something else. Oleg Rybachenko imagined his bare feet being licked by flames on the rack, and they wanted to wrest an important state secret from him. And he had to endure it and not show that he was in pain or scared. In addition, the boys grew up in harsh conditions and their heels were not so soft, poetic and the black gravel burned, but not so much that the hardened skin peeled off.
  Heat strokes soon followed. Almost simultaneously, several overheated boys fainted and had to be lifted onto light, collapsible stretchers.
  Oleg Rybachenko noted to himself that the Germans, in general, had good equipment. Only in the Red Army would you find a device for carrying the wounded made of duralumin, which at the same time easily hides in a backpack.
  But running with an additional load in your hands is harder, and your bare heels burn more, as the pressure increases. So they are in a kind of voluntary-compulsory hell. Oleg Rybachenko even thought: how would his comrades react to such a test, would they all endure it?
  Wide strips of hot, blackened gravel combined with prickly, dry grass. In addition, the commander gradually led the boys away from the Nile, apparently to avoid entering populated areas of Egypt.
  Again some of the boys began to fall over and the exhausted or stunned by the sun's club boys, having covered their heads with a rag soaked in water, were placed on stretchers. Some of those who had previously suffered a light stroke stood up in line and continued running.
  But the strength of the young men was waning, and almost half of them were out of action.
  Finally, the commander, also quite tired, said:
  - I order everyone to rest! We have reached the limit! Cover yourself with sun awnings, drink water with vinegar and chocolate. After which you will do breathing exercises lying down!
  The boy warriors cried out in a weak chorus:
  - We are ready to carry out any order!
  Despite the sunscreen, the children's skin was red and sore. It was uncomfortable to lie on the prickly dry grass, so the boys laid some cellophane underneath themselves.
  Dmitry and Oleg Rybachenko were located next to each other in the same tent. The boys seemed slightly dried out, and their skin was darkened. Their bare feet were burning and itching badly, they had to lift their legs up so that the blood would flow out and it would become at least a little easier.
  Dmitry noted:
  - We knew that war is not honey, but not to such an extent!
  Oleg Rybachenko promised sullenly:
  - That's just the tip of the iceberg. Once you see the blood and look at your first corpse, you'll understand that all this running around on a hot surface is nothing!
  Dmitry sucked in his stomach and said:
  - In books, of course, they write about what it feels like when you kill a person for the first time. Even if it's a bad person and your enemy, ready to spill your guts. But still, it's...
  Oleg Rybachenko noted:
  - In Boussenard's book "Captain Daredevil", there was also a whole battalion of young punks who fought the English. It reminds me of us in some way. But the problem of psychology, like what it's like to kill a person, is only briefly touched upon once, when a bullet accidentally mowed down a young drummer. But in general, the attitude to death there is rather frivolous. It's not even a war, but a holiday!
  Dmitry logically objected:
  - This is a book for children and teenagers; who are bored reading, about psychological experiences. And the ending is bad, almost the entire battalion of young punks died, and the sequel was never written!
  Oleg Rybachenko, with a deep expression of genuine sorrow, noted:
  - But this is the kind of 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 objected here too:
  - The book "War and Peace" has intrigue, and several plot lines, and well-developed characters. No, it is not empty. In no way boring! Although of course, the beginning is far from the most interesting.
  Dmitry agreed:
  - Yes, that's true... Many writers are guilty of a weak introduction, when before the most interesting action begins, you manage to discard the book, which seems boring.
  Having allowed the boys to wait out the peak of the sun, the commander is a cheerful Wolf Stich, a very muscular boy of about fourteen years old by appearance. His face is handsome, but strict, childish and adult at the same time. Wolf himself is still from Jungvolk, but his command principle is: the young should lead the young. And the fact that Stich has no experience and is still practically a child does not bother anyone. The main thing is that he is an Aryan and commands Aryans, which means he is capable of doing the impossible for ordinary people. And what happens? They do it!
  Running again, forgetting about pain, fatigue, boys who are even ashamed (such is their 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.
  The young warriors run, not 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 there is no end in sight. The pain becomes unbearable and many of the young warriors can no longer hold back their groans of pain.
  Then Oleg Rybachenko began to sing a song he was making up on the fly, a real march;
  The glory of the Soviet Motherland is great -
  We are worthy, I believe, of this glory!
  We will defeat the cruel enemy in battle,
  For the sake of the Russian, most radiant State!
  
  What is there in the Motherland that sings,
  In the heart of an honest, barefoot pioneer!
  We rush into flight like a bird,
  How holy our faith has become!
  
  Machine gun believe me elder brother,
  And the grenades are not an unnecessary load at all!
  If you are brave, then the result,
  It will be, despite the fact that you are a boy!
  
  The pioneer is cocky and stern...
  But God illuminates us with a smile!
  There are many evil aces in the world, alas,
  They want to ruin a place in paradise!
  
  The fascist jackal stretches his paws towards us,
  Wants to rip out the child's heart!
  And his pig-like pockmarked grin,
  Let him get a loud slap in the face!
  
  Tiger tanks are "boots"
  Clumsy - terribly angular!
  And don"t run from them, knight,
  Well, better yet, prepare some grenades!
  
  We will create such a world, believe me,
  Where millions will be happy!
  The predatory beast will run away to its den,
  We will lay waste to the vile legions!
  
  What is there in the Motherland that sings,
  And he crushes all the fascists very skillfully...
  Squeeze the ray gun harder, knight...
  And so that the planet becomes peaceful and quiet!
  
  
  
  
  The red banner will shine,
  In it is the name of the holy Jesus!
  If you pass the pioneer exam with flying colors,
  Let your Russia be famous!
  
  But that exam is not at the blackboard -
  He will have to be surrendered from the trench!
  Gray hair is creeping into the boy's temples,
  A friend has died - now there is grief at the grave!
  
  What a scum, damned war,
  She's not even worthy of being called a beast!
  And the horde knows no restraint,
  At least Adolf is sometimes funnier than a clown!
  
  You know, we must not retreat,
  Forever fear of strangers for pioneers!
  We guys are loyal friends,
  And I morally believe that they are not cripples!
  
  We will finish the glorious march in Berlin,
  Believe me, we always knew how to fight!
  And suddenly they caught a dashing courage,
  RPK carried in a backpack on the run!
  Oleg Rybachenko finished his playful and brave song, and the German boys approved with whistles and laughter. As if they hadn't noticed that their vaunted Fuhrer had been doused with slop from head to toe!
  Running became more fun, more cheerful... And soon the gravel ended and soft grass appeared, which became a delight for the burnt feet of the courageous boys.
  Dmitry noted with a smile:
  - They say that songs help us live, but nothing was said about the fact that they also lighten the heavy load on our backs!
  Oleg Rybachenko objected:
  - Even in the Ancient Egyptian civilization, it was known about the life-giving effect of music on the human body, and songs too. For example, little slaves, both male and female, who could not yet work effectively in the fields and quarries were forced to sing to raise the spirits of adult slaves. After all, such a science as Valliology came from Egypt.
  Commander Wolf shouted:
  - Realign yourself according to your height! And don't chatter!
  The boy warriors immediately reformed and continued running in silence.
  The sun had already set (in northern Africa it gets dark earlier in July than in the central zone). The halt was already close, when suddenly a signal was given.
  - Everyone lie down and camouflage yourself!
  As it turned out, it was not for nothing. A distant noise was heard ahead. And the boys began to work actively with their sapper shovels, throwing grass on themselves. It was already quite dark...
  Hans then remarked:
  - It's probably ours! The front line is still too far away, because the Wehrmacht has advanced quite a bit.
  Dmitry noted with a smile:
  - But it never hurts to learn the art of camouflage! It will come in handy in a real war!
  Hans agreed:
  - Never, but I'm sure they're ours!
  Wolf hissed:
  - One more word and I'll shoot you on the spot! Everyone lie in ambush! And get your grenades ready.
  As it soon turned out, Hans was indeed mistaken. English tanks appeared. However, the boys sat quietly in ambush: what if they were our own in captured equipment.
  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 light ones can be hit with precise throws to the roof or rear. If the "Matilda" tracks are destroyed, then it can inflict losses on the guys with its two machine guns and cannon.
  Wolf did not want his friends to die on the second, or more precisely, even the third day after arriving in Africa. True, machine guns could be disabled by precise hits. But the question is, whose tanks are these? What if they are already captured by the Germans?
  Wolf ordered:
  - Private Jungvolkovets Oleg. Go out to the tanks without a weapon or a backpack and find out who they are!
  Oleg whispered:
  - Listen, commander!
  The half-naked boy in black shorts was dark from the sunscreen, and to hide his light hair he put on a kind of turban made from newspapers. Now he looked like an ordinary, poor Arab boy. It was unlikely that he would be mistaken for an enemy.
  The tanks were moving slowly, in a gear where the engines made the least amount of noise, which also raised suspicions. Oleg jumped up to them, waved his arms vigorously and yelled in broken English.
  - There are mines here! There are mines here!
  The tanks stopped, a head in a helmet stuck out of the Matilda and an angry voice answered in English:
  - What do you want, little black man?
  The boy warrior began to wail:
  - The Germans have placed mines on the road! Be careful, royal troops!
  A second head appeared from the shoulder strap, and I heard him answer:
  - Let these vile Germans die! My king is with us! Now we will outflank them!
  - Come on, sit here! - Ordered, judging by the epaulettes, a colonel of the Royal British Tank Army!
  The boy climbed up the tower, feeling the pleasant coolness of the armor with his bare feet, covered with tiny blisters. Then, leaning against it, he began to show the English the way.
  There were five of them, and the not very spacious turret of the medium tank "Matilda" 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. His thumbs simultaneously removed the safety catches.
  Of course, it was mean, but the temptation to commit a "feat" was so strong that Olezhek fired a couple of times with each revolver, aiming under the left shoulder blade.
  It's hard to miss from such a distance, and only a madman or a coward would put on a bulletproof vest while sitting in a tank. The colonel was taken aback, and felt the barrel of a pistol behind his collar. 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 their crews!
  The colonel was taken aback:
  - Who are you?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered frankly:
  - Your last chance to survive! Three light tanks will be pelted with grenades, and you will be tortured with fire. People will die! I count to three, either you give the order for them to surrender and get out of the vehicle or I will shoot you in the flesh of your leg and repeat the request from the beginning! One, two...
  The colonel whined:
  - Agreed! 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, the renewed Britain.
  The colonel gave the command in a trembling voice. The tankers obediently climbed out of their tanks, laying down their weapons. Several of the largest German boys, throwing off their camouflage grass, ran toward them, preparing to receive the first batch of prisoners in their lives.
  . CHAPTER #13.
  The Six are fighting the Chinese again. The hyperwitch has once again transported them to the seventeenth century. The enemy has already managed to gather a huge army. The troops of the Celestial Empire have besieged the Russian city.
  And so a boy, a girl and four girls crush the yellow army with swords.
  Oleg Rybachenko drove a mill, cut down several Chinese and sang:
  - To a bloody fight...
  And the boy threw several poisonous needles with his bare foot.
  Margarita, carrying out a swift attack with her swords and performing a mill, confirmed:
  - Holy and right!
  And she also threw needles with her bare toes, striking a couple dozen Chinese.
  Natasha, crushing the enemies with swords, added:
  - March, march, forward...
  And he will also launch needles with his bare feet.
  Working with both arms and legs, the girls crushed the Chinese very skillfully.
  Zoya also threw needles with her bare toes and chirped:
  - Working people!
  Aurora, launching a boomerang with her bare foot and cutting down the yellow warriors, readily confirmed:
  - March, march, forward...
  Svetlana, crushing the Chinese and releasing steel stars with her bare fingers, striking the enemy, squeaked:
  - Working people!
  The girls acted like real combat eagles. And from their sword strikes and throws of striking elements, the enemies fell and fell.
  Oleg performed the "Butterfly" technique with his swords and sang:
  - Faces of death!
  And with his bare foot the boy again threw the lethal weapon.
  Margarita performed the mill technique. She crushed her opponents and squealed aggressively:
  - This is our path and struggle!
  And from her bare toes several deadly discs were torn off.
  Oleg Rybachenko is the boy-terminator, he again throws down what he kills and starts singing:
  - May Day is a labor holiday!
  And from the bare foot of the young killer, disks fly again, cutting down the warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  Natasha again throws the deadly and squeals:
  - This is my property!
  And her bare heel hits the Chinese general in the chin and breaks his jaw.
  Zoya performs a butterfly move with her swords and squeals:
  - I'm a mad panther!
  And from her bare toes, sharp years, a killer's disk. And so she took and cut everyone off.
  After which the swords are in action again, and everyone is cut down. That's the kind of girl terminator she is.
  Aurora chopped the Chinese, crushed their bodies and gurgled:
  - They choose us...
  And from her bare heel flies a gift of death.
  Svetlana, cutting down the warriors of the yellow empire, confirms, baring her pearly teeth:
  - We choose!
  And from her bare foot again comes a flight of destruction.
  Oleg Rybachenko, crushing his opponents, adds:
  - How often does this happen...
  The boy's bare toes launched a message of death.
  Margarita, destroying opponents and launching annihilation gifts, added:
  - It doesn't match!
  How nimble the girl's legs are.
  Natasha, firing at the enemy and launching gifts of death, said:
  - I'm following you...
  And bare feet, as always, are in action.
  Zoya, having carried out the technique of ripping apart the enemies, took and hissed aggressively like a cobra:
  - Following the shadow...
  And her bare feet are back in action...
  Aurora, throwing the weapon with her bare lower limb at the enemies and thoroughly cutting them up, squealed aggressively:
  - I'm getting used to it...
  Svetlana took and threw a dozen needles with her bare foot, knocking down a mass of Chinese, and squealed:
  - To the mismatch!
  Oleg Rybachenko is on the attack again. He chops down his enemies and sings from time to time:
  - Angels of good, two white wings, two white wings over the world!
  And from his bare foot flies again a gift of destruction.
  The boy, as we see, is very impudent. And always barefoot, and tough. A real macho. Although he looks about twelve years old. But he is such an embodiment of destruction.
  Margarita also throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - Crazy dream! Total beauty!
  And again something absolutely deadly bounces off the bare heel.
  This girl is the embodiment of death and destruction.
  And these Chinese get it too.
  Natasha in the rapid movement of a beautiful terminator. She cuts down opponents, chops them with swords and sings:
  - Glory to 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 foot flies out, a gift of wild death.
  Aurora, crushing enemies, aggressively confirms:
  - And the enemy, do not ask for mercy!
  And her bare foot again throws out something truly deadly. And it tears her opponents into torn pieces of meat.
  Svetlana, knocking down her rivals and launching new needles at the enemy, hisses like a cobra:
  - And don"t shout at the moon!
  And from her bare toes fly off gifts of dangerous death. Which wound and kill everyone.
  Oleg Rybachenko on the move... the boy is as tireless as ever...
  The Chinese are having a hard time. He crushes them and saws them up.
  The boy genius squeals:
  - This is my fight!
  And again, gifts of annihilation fly from his bare feet.
  And the young warrior fights like an incredible and aggressive hero. And her swords are like the clubs of the Black God.
  Margarita took it, jumped up, cut the mass of Chinese. She carried out a technique as if of murderous force.
  Then she darted her bare toes again, acting like a bloody demon.
  The corpses of the Chinese had already piled up into whole mounds. The young warrior hissed:
  - My life is in victory over enemies!
  And the girl again from her bare foot will release a cloud of needles. And the yellow warriors fall killed.
  Natasha cut a corridor of yellow warrior corpses in front of her. She threw sharp, honed disks and squealed:
  - Throw it to Mars, and it will be awesome!
  And from her bare foot again flies a lethal treat 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. Jumping like a cobra, not giving the enemy the slightest chance. And the Chinese fall in pieces.
  The girl launched sharp poisoned needles with her bare foot and sang:
  - Russian heroes chop with a sword!
  And the warrior, like a wave, rises and falls.
  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, something flies out again that shatters into tiny pieces.
  The red-haired girl does not spare the Chinese. She cut up seven people at once.
  And her bare heel, the general of the Celestial Empire, broke his forehead. He, of course, died.
  Svetlana also moves and cuts the enemies. Her two swords, like folding scissors, cut the bodies of the Chinese.
  In motion the girl crushed a dozen opponents. And took the disks with bare feet and launched them. And cut down a lot of Chinese.
  She's in a wild frenzy.
  Svetlana says:
  - The enemies will not pass!
  Aurora agreed:
  - Of course they won"t pass - no chance!
  And the red-haired bitch will howl wildly again and slash at the Chinese with her swords. And then the shrew's bare toes will release a few needles. That will send a couple dozen Chinese to the next world.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the yellow warriors, took and squeaked:
  - Annihilation of the mind!
  And again the boy threw out terribly lethal and deadly needles with his bare toes.
  And after which he chirped:
  - My dream is always victory!
  Margarita, fighting with the enemy and cutting down her opponents, agreed:
  - Even a very big victory!
  And the girl again, with her bare toes, takes hold and launches the destructive weapon at the enemy.
  That's how many Chinese their pair has already killed. And four girls no less.
  Natasha threw a homemade coal dust grenade with her bare foot. It exploded, tearing the Chinese soldiers to shreds.
  And the girl will yelp:
  - I am the eagle of power over the world!
  Zoya also very quickly destroys the Chinese army. She waves her swords and sings:
  - We are proud eagles!
  And again, something very deadly flies out from her bare foot. And it kills the Chinese very specifically.
  The girl is in a wild ecstasy of agile and aggressive movement, not allowing even one needle to fall without hitting.
  Aurora also moves. Her bare feet throw sharp needles. The red-haired girl acts like a panther chasing jackals. She chops the Chinese like sugar cane.
  And he 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.
  The blonde girl is like a cobra. And she cuts her opponents without any mercy.
  Her swords spin like a mill. And they don't let the enemy freeze in peace. Unless the peace becomes complete and eternal.
  Svetlana, cutting off the Chinese, reports:
  - Our form is the highest!
  And from her bare foot flies something deadly and incomprehensible. As it strikes the opponents, so directly to death.
  Aurora confirms:
  - A clear defeat!
  And from the girl's bare foot a dozen needles fly. And so accurately that fifty Chinese fell at once.
  Natasha remarks on this, cutting down the warriors of the Celestial Empire:
  - Your rage is great!
  And with his bare toes he will launch the discs.
  Zoya, chopping down her opponents, exclaims:
  - May your dream come true!
  And also a bare foot, as it sends deadly destruction.
  And the masses of Chinese turn into corpses.
  Aurora, cutting down the yellow warriors, sings:
  - No mercy for the enemy!
  And from her bare leg something flies out that crushes the yellow fighters to death.
  And the red-haired warrior in wild motion.
  Svetlana, having cut down a bunch of enemies, took and squealed, baring her pearly, sparkling teeth:
  - We will never stop! The Russian army is born to win!
  And then the girl throws a coal grenade with her bare foot and blows her opponents into bloody pieces of flesh.
  Oleg Rybachenko acted quickly in defeating the Chinese.
  And the boy-terminator sang:
  - The Russian army is born to win!
  And the boy's bare heel, in a jump, hit the mandarin in the chin, literally crushing it.
  The young warrior cried out loudly:
  - Victory will come for us!
  Margarita, chopping down the Chinese and cutting off their heads, noted:
  - If there are those...
  And the girl threw a pile of needles with her bare foot...
  Oleg Rybachenko roared in response:
  - Who comes to you!
  And then the boy's bare foot released a cloud of needles. Immediately a hundred Chinese were killed.
  Margarita squealed at the top of her lungs:
  - There will be those too...
  And her bare toes launched a deadly boomerang.
  Oleg, cutting up the warriors of the Celestial Empire, confirmed:
  - Who will come for you!
  And the boy's bare feet will launch something lethal and unique. That which crushes the bones of the Chinese.
  And poisons them.
  Yes, the boy is not one to be timid...
  Natasha performed a double barrel move - cutting down the Chinese and squealing:
  - These are our girls!
  And from her bare feet a gift of complete destruction flew.
  And the girl will hiss:
  - Shut up!
  And her swords cut everyone's heads.
  Zoya chops down her opponents on the move and sings:
  - My love is on the fifth floor!
  And again the girl's bare foot launched a boomerang. And the mass of yellow warriors with ripped stomachs fell down.
  Natasha, chopping down the yellow ones, spoke out:
  - Love? And Faberge eggs?
  And again death was released from the bare heel.
  Zoya, cutting down the Chinese, noted:
  - You've gone completely cross-eyed already!
  And she winked at her friend!
  The girls are obviously not simpletons. And certainly not frogs.
  Zoe's bare foot releases a striking element. And a lot of Chinese people are eliminated.
  Aurora on the attack. Unique and devastating. She cuts down enemies, and her swords are like the sails of a mill.
  Red-haired devil, in the classic movement of a swift attack. If she's going to chop, she's going to chop hard.
  And he will yell:
  - Risk is a noble cause!
  And from her bare foot a gift flies to the Chinese again. It will cut and grind everyone.
  Svetlana is on the move. She crushes the soldiers of the Celestial Empire. She doesn't give them the slightest chance.
  And here her bare feet are thrown out so masterfully and murderously. And so many Chinese are mowed down that you are simply amazed.
  And the girl Svetlana screamed:
  - Proudly soars above the planet...
  And with her bare heel she broke the neck of the Chinese commander.
  Oleg Rybachenko, crushing the enemies, sang:
  - Russian double-headed eagle...
  And from the boy's bare foot comes another gift of death for the Chinese army.
  Margarita, cutting down the enemies and baring her teeth, added:
  - Praised in the songs of the people....
  And from the warrior's bare heel a coal lemon flew off, smashing the opponents.
  Natasha spun in the air, cut through a dozen and a half Chinese. She cut off a mass of enemies and squeaked:
  - He has regained his greatness again!
  And the girl is again in motion and dancing death.
  And her bare feet throw something out and kill enemies very specifically.
  Yes, this is a black day for the Chinese.
  Zoya also crushes them, cuts them into pieces and squeals:
  - The greatness of the Russian Empire!
  And her bare toes launch another deadly boomerang. Which deprives opponents of their heads.
  And the girl herself will take it and strike with all her might.
  But in battle, Aurora is not timid. If she strikes, she does so without any mercy. And her swords cut down - just like executioners.
  The red-haired devil roared at the top of her lungs:
  - I really am just Satan!
  Once again, her swords rise and fall on the Chinese fighters.
  The fiery beast will howl and a grenade made of sawdust will fly off from her bare foot.
  There will be an explosion. And a lot of Chinese will already be in the coffin.
  More precisely, their corpses are scattered everywhere.
  Aurora will squeak:
  - My faith is extermination!
  And from her bare foot, a gift of lethal death will fly.
  And the red-haired bitch is just murder dynamite!
  Svetlana, there is also something that does not let you get bored, but can kill you.
  She'll take it, throw a boomerang with her bare feet. And she'll cut down a lot of Chinese. Now that's a girl - just a temperamental blonde.
  And this is the warrior's tendency - to cut off the head with a sharp-toothed and burning saw.
  And the warrior will sing:
  - You will have no mercy! We will be very happy!
  And again the girl makes very bold and wise moves. And she defeats her opponents without giving them a chance to look around.
  Girls on the offensive against the Chinese army. They chop down their opponents with swords and send gifts of destruction with their bare feet.
  Oleg Rybachenko moves like a panther. And he cuts down his enemies, swinging one after another. In one second, the immortal boy can swing fifteen to twenty times.
  And drop a mass of warriors with their skulls split open.
  The eternal boy exclaims:
  - A mess of dreams!
  Once again, his sword is in motion and shows a tendency to destroy his opponents.
  Margarita also starts to chop and squeaks:
  - I am a volcano of death and I will give you a slap on the horns!
  And her bare feet throw sharp discs that strike enemies to death.
  And the girl squeals:
  - There will be new victories - new fighters will emerge!
  And the warrior destroys everyone with a furious onslaught.
  And her bare, chiseled feet seem to be hammering nails into a coffin.
  Natasha cut up a bunch of Chinese and squealed:
  - For our victory!
  And from her bare foot flew another gift of death.
  Zoya also chops opponents. Acts with all possible and impossible aggressiveness.
  Here her bare foot launched a lemon on coal. And immediately a hundred yellow soldiers were thrown up.
  The girl sang with a grin:
  - I'll give you a horse as collateral, and good luck awaits me!
  And again the girl will hit the enemy. And she will walk, cutting the enemies, leaving them no chance.
  Aurora is a beast in battle. This female terminator is simply the embodiment of a devilish mind.
  And if she slashes, she slashes.
  And from the Chinese only torn pieces of meat fall out.
  Aurora, destroying her opponents, roared:
  - The temperament of a cobra!
  And then her bare foot dropped a real bomb. And a mass of yellow soldiers were torn apart.
  Svetlana crushes the Chinese. She chops them with swords and sings:
  - The future is the past, only when it"s good!
  And now from her bare foot flies a lethal present again. It scatters opponents. And fragments of hands, feet and other bloody foam remain.
  Girls in battle are so wild, constantly on the attack.
  But there are too many Chinese and that's why the extermination is dragging on. Although the swords work.
  Oleg in particular began to spit from a straw. Which also adds to the destruction.
  The boy, let's be honest, is very cheeky. His movements are like a swinging pendulum.
  And here it is, much faster than a clock. And the swords cut 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 is in wild motion. She cuts down her enemies and screams:
  - There will be victory, I know for sure!
  And the girl will throw a deadly grenade.
  And it will tear the yellow warriors into small pieces.
  Natasha is also on the move. She knows no barriers or timidity. Her swords cut down her opponents. And they conduct a triple mill.
  After which the girl says:
  - Grand cascade!
  And the bare foot throws a boomerang. A dozen Chinese are left without heads. Here the warrior deals with them.
  Zoya is also on the move. She crushes her opponents and squeals:
  - The fight is bloody and just!
  Her bare foot is in motion, something will be thrown. And will tear apart the mass of warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  Aurora is also moving. And it is also destroying the Chinese. And it does this as if raking with a brush.
  And he squeals:
  - Banzai trend!
  And from her bare foot a grenade flies again. And it will destroy the mass of defeated enemies.
  Svetlana is also in the battle. And she doesn't give in without unnecessary ceremony. And she chops with her swords. And she takes off with her bare feet. And such lightning bolts of energy emanate from her.
  Aurora encourages her friend:
  - There is contact!
  Svetlana, having cut the Chinese commander in half, confirmed:
  - There is contact!
  And both girls hit each other with their bare heels.
  Aurora is on the move again. Swift and unrivaled. Knows no weakness or doubt.
  Her swords cut through human flesh.
  The red-haired devil, crushing another Chinese man, asks:
  - What do you think, really?
  Svetlana replied:
  - True, it"s a relative concept!
  Aurora laughed and remarked:
  - Yes, that's true!
  And from her bare foot flew out another grenade. And how it hit the enemies. From the Chinese only scraps of torn flesh flew in different directions.
  Svetlana noted with a smile:
  - This is our murder and creation!
  And the girl also launched a gift of lethal and merciless death with her bare foot.
  Natasha, crushing the Chinese with swords, logically noted:
  - They have their own truth, we have ours!
  And another grenade flew out from the girl"s bare foot.
  Zoya readily agreed with this, cutting her opponent into small pieces:
  - Each has his own. And a very big truth!
  And from her bare foot flies again an extremely deadly and flesh-tearing grenade.
  Natasha logically noted:
  - This is what science and the gods have given us!
  Zoya, destroying her opponents, agreed:
  - She gave a lot!
  And her bare foot threw several disks again. And hit a bunch of opponents.
  Natasha noted, baring her teeth:
  - What a trend!
  And her bare toes threw another dozen needles. Showed a deadly and wild policy.
  Tens of thousands of Chinese had already been killed. The Six had done a great job creating an alternative history.
  And of course, girls and boys are a very big and colossal force!
  . CHAPTER #14
  The Chinese received a harsh lesson while they were not attacking, the boy genius Oleg Rybachenko scribbled another masterpiece;
  GIFT OF TIME!
  PROLOGUE
  On New Year's Eve, the capital Moscow resembles a gigantic beehive, generously lit up with lights. Everyone is rushing to finish the numerous tasks that have accumulated over the year in order to immerse themselves in the sweet whirlwinds of festive joy.
  And young Alex and his friend Angelina had to spin around, delivering numerous gifts. The sticky, dirty snow creaked under his felt boots, it was hot in Father Frost's wadded sheepskin coat, and salty sweat stung the young man's ruddy cheeks, which had never known a razor, under his fibrous beard. It was a little easier for Angelina, in her Snow Maiden costume, although after the twentieth house you start to fall off your feet, not figuratively.
  But how can you turn down the opportunity to earn extra money as a New Year's Couple?
  There is not enough money for new upgrades, and the stipend is extremely small, with crazy prices...
  - Where are you shaggy-haired ones heading? - A clumsy voice was heard.
  The lantern suddenly went out, and ominous shadows flashed in the darkness. A bearded, narrow-eyed bandit shook a long dagger, followed by several more, resembling devils who had escaped from the underworld.
  - Cut the infidels! - A voice sounds, tormenting the eardrums, disgusting, like the scraping of a rusty saw on concrete.
  Although, of course, according to the Hollywood scenario, the couple should have stood at attention and knocked out the maddened bandits at once, but life is more prosaic. Alex and Angelina took off running. They are certainly young and athletic, but the heavy bags of gifts on their backs and bulky clothes make it difficult to run...
  Behind them you can hear the heavy smell of alcohol, dirty curses, and here a young man is slashed across the back with a dagger, cutting through his sheepskin coat...
  A grey object flies under the feet of the students running away, it seems that it was a rat with a sparkling (the fuse is burning!) tail that flashed by. Angelina squealed: she did not like rats, however, what was actually much more terrible...
  Thunder! The asphalt of the pavement suddenly rose up and hit him in the face, and his body was instantly pierced by a sharp pain that tore his cells apart...
  HUMANITY'S LAST CHANCE
  When such an innumerable armada approaches, it is scary, from afar it seemed like a multi-colored, sparkling nebula was crawling. And each spark was a fierce demon or a trembling spirit summoned by the magic of a necromancer. The front stretched for a couple of parsecs, on 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 into a decisive battle.
  There are so many ships here, with an amazing variety, although in most cases it only hinders effective fighting. Well, for example, a starship in the form of a harpsichord or with long barrels rolled into a ramrod instead of strings of a harp, or even a double bass with a rectangular turret of a tank. This may make an impression on the weak-hearted, but is more likely to cause laughter than fear, especially among experienced warriors.
  Their opponent is an empire, brazenly claiming the role of a universal power. The Great Gravezagonate, where everything is put to the service of war, the main slogan is efficiency and expediency. Unlike the coalition, the Gravezagonate starships differ only in size. And the shape is practically the same - very predatory in appearance, deep-sea fish. Maybe with one exception: resembling thick, shining steel daggers - the Annihilators.
  The stars in this part of space are not too densely scattered across the sky, but they are colorful, unique in their light range. For some reason, looking at these luminaries, a sad feeling arises, as if you are looking into the eyes of angels who condemn the living beings of the universe for their vile, truly savage behavior.
  The army of the Gravezagonat was in no hurry to come out to meet them, only separate mobile units, quickly, using their superiority in 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 Gravezagonat acted much more effectively. Cruisers and destroyers exploded like mines detonating, erupting as a geyser of fragments. But they managed to bring down the big game. One of the huge battleships of the human confederation was hit, the ship began to smoke thickly, and chaos reigned on board the gigantic starship "Stalingrad".
  They are trying their best to save him, the girls and boys are literally peeling off their skin from the terrible heat. And in the air, as if a fashionista sprayed pink water, the nitrogen and oxygen molecules react, raising the temperature, which is already beyond human limits. Here the girl fell to her knees, and bending down, kisses Perun's amulet, droplets of tears evaporate before they can reach the super-strong metal coating. Here it is, death, the young man who half an hour ago tried to pick her up, falls to the floor, and is ablaze, red meat peels off the bones...
  A combat robot, drops drops of lubricant from a wide barrel, it seems that this machine roars, experiencing torment, sending a prayer to electronic gods, based on binary code. The ventilation system fails, turning into a semblance of small, but numerous black holes, risking to absorb everything and everyone.
  Here are two charming warriors, unsuccessfully clinging to a boarding mortar with their hands, trying to delay death. Their tender, pink faces are distorted, and their beautiful features are distorted by unbearable pain. But the pressure of the sucking tornado increases. It tears off fingers, crimson blood splashes from torn muscles and tendons, and the girls rush into the meat grinder. On the fly, the red-haired girl collides with the young man, ramming him in the stomach with her head, resembling a fox's hat.
  They manage to smile at each other before going to the place from which there is no return. Another woman, already more than half charred, drew with her charred hand on the wall: "The brave die once, but live forever, the coward lives once, but is forever dead." The bluish-green flame adds heat, engulfing a body that was just a few moments ago delightful, worthy of the most prestigious catwalks. Here the girl's bones are exposed, and the strong muscles, hardened since infancy, crumble into white ash.
  The battleship burned hard, spewing shimmering bubbles of air into the vacuum, and then exploded, shattering into a multitude of fragments.
  High Marshal Grobzagonata Prince "Giant Mace" ordered:
  - Move forward five million eight hundred and fifty thousand super-frigates, as well as cool annigenos. Let the horde of universes rush on the enemy's backs!
  The frigates tried to maintain formation, lining up in separate lines. Missile cruisers and grapplers, together with fighters, formed a semblance of a fine-meshed net. Initially, they tried to fire at the enemy at a long distance, using a weapon that was no longer new to the universe, but extremely destructive: thermoquark missiles. Like the boxing tactics of a big puncher: throw a long left jab and keep your partner at a distance. The coalition ships retreated, the rearguard part of the starships rushed forward, trying to break through to the battlefield in time. The Gravewagons, using their advantage in organization and maneuverability, like an executioner with an axe, cut down the looser formation of the opposing forces. Among the aliens trying to attack, the losses were increasing.
  The devil beauty-general Duchess de Furia rushes on her high-speed annihilator. This is a type of combat starship that, unlike ordinary cruisers, instead of guns it has antenna emitters, which, when used in combat, corrode the armor of enemy ships. Here come the gravioplasmic waves, rushing rapidly through the vacuum. The black space is colored by their flooding movements, like water from spilled gasoline. The effect is quite destructive. They distort the guns of aliens unsuccessfully trying to oppose them, cause interference in computer guidance, or even, at high intensity, cause detonation in the annihilation fuses of thermoquark rockets. The enemy starships are like fish under a film of machine oil, some of them are not made of metal or ceramics, but of biological origin and quite literally writhe in the most terrible convulsions.
  Here is another battleship, blazing, beginning to crumble, as if a huge ship with a diameter as wide as the English Channel was made of dominoes doused with gasoline. There is nothing to say about the losses among the smaller starships. The coalition of aliens and earthlings is clearly giving in, apparently the newest weapon of the Stelzans - emitted gravoplasm, literally shocked the space forces of several hundred empires.
  Count de Barsov controls the fire by moving his fingers in a certain order in front of the scanner. Outwardly, the Grave-Hunter General of the Six Stars resembles a mighty, heroic man with the striped face of a tiger. An aggressively handsome beast, but this is the evil beauty of Lucifer. The Grave-Hunter grins angrily, delivering merciless blows. He senses the confusion of the motley rabble gathered from several galaxies. Well, let them huddle together 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 saddest one for others.
  The coalition is acting somewhat chaotically, instead of an organized resistance, there are incomprehensible maneuvers, even two grand battleships, despite the cosmic distances, blinded, swam towards each other, then with a roar, through gravitational waves, painfully echoing in the ears of nearby fighters, collided.
  Inside, partitions were breaking down, combat compartments, barracks, training and entertainment halls were being crushed. It all happened with the speed of a tide, fast enough to destroy any chance of rescue, but still excruciatingly slow, giving millions of trapped living creatures a chance to experience the nightmarish fear of inexorable death.
  Here is the countess of the chip race, very similar to a bouquet of violets with pink frog legs in golden curls, accepting a painful death, confessing... To her combat emitter. The computer hologram reads prayers and forgives sins at a shock pace. Such is the religion of this glamorous nation, your high-tech weapon plays the role of a priest, only cybernetic intelligence is considered to have sufficient holiness and purity to serve as an intermediary between a living organism and the Supreme God. The last words of the priest-emitter were:
  - The world is not without charm, but abomination is not sacrificed to God!
  Duchess de Furia is a slender and athletic team member in a special mode, compressed speech code playing a dual role. The first is a shield encrypting the team from possible wiretaps. The second is a magitelepathic impulse.
  Cruisers, destroyers, brigantines, and even one mothership, are ships damaged or totally destroyed by her starship. De Furia logically notes:
  - Courage can compensate for lack of training, but training will never compensate for courage!
  Their grappler has already almost completely depleted the reactor's thermoquark energy (its use is not yet perfect) and is anxiously awaiting the command. Many hundreds of thousands of enemy ships of the main classes have already been destroyed, the battle is taking place on the broadest front.
  The order was given, they hurried, in an organized retreat, to recharge again at the cargo stations - special starship containers.
  And Prince "Giant Mace" threw new forces into the battle:
  In particular, his personal flagship, the ultra-battleship "Monster".
  Then two other giants, "Shock and Awe" and "Red Noose", moved forward. They deployed tens of thousands of large and small weapons and emitters. Several protective layers flickered above them: a gravity matrix, magospatial fields (which let matter through only in one direction), a 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.
  Like a deadly hail on crops, "presents" rained down, bringing death... Three giants tried to disperse as widely as possible in order to destroy the enemy as effectively as possible. They are practically invulnerable, like a ball lightning, flying by, burns poplar fluff fluttering in space, such is their deadly effect on the alien starships. Forcing them to retreat in panic. Countless rescue modules, resembling children's colored pills, are scattered across the vacuum, more and more of them shuddering from the explosions of rockets, like buoys in a rough sea. The Grave Pens do not pay attention to them yet, first of all, break the dangerous and strong, then you can finish off - the aliens who have lost the rest of their minds from horror. The battle is not won yet, the troops of the Merciless Empire, too, suffer, however, insignificant losses compared to the enemy.
  But at the same time, there is no jostling or panic on the burning starships. The evacuation is very well coordinated, as if these were not living organisms, but biorobots. Moreover, the retreat is accompanied by brave songs, as if mocking death.
  And here is the de Furia's annigenoser: such a special carrier of gravitational plasma that turned out to be unexpected in its destructive power. The energy of destruction was charged almost instantly and again into battle.
  The starship is gaining maximum acceleration, the Duchess is even holding onto the stabilizer, through the translucent fabric of the battle suit you can see how her unfemininely large biceps are strained. She and the other crew members have to make an effort not to fall on their backs. The Duchess with the tiger's head is inimitable, like a warrior from comics, her gaze is piercing, her very bright, long and thick hair flutters from the oncoming air currents.
  It is hard to believe that this heroic girl has already turned two hundred cycles. How fresh and pure her face is, very mobile, sometimes with a furious expression, sometimes, on the contrary, angelic or playful. She has many battles behind her, but it never seemed that she would get tired of them. Each new battle is something special, with its own indescribable in beauty and richness of the pattern, a captivating rhythm.
  And now they have the latest weapon in terms of its operating principle, against which the enemy is unlikely to find effective defense, at least until the final victory of Grobzagonat.
  How helpless is the Fizt dreadnought. Blinded, losing its bearings. Spinning like a disc launched by an athlete, that after a few moments its component parts scattered across the expanses of the galaxy. Or another unfortunate victim, three destroyers perishing at once in the embrace of gravoplasm, ships trembling and flattening like fry thrown out by the surf on the scorching sand.
  Baron de Alligator, adjusting the aiming of the emitters (and not without success, only monoblock sticks remained from the new incinerated cruiser), noted with regret:
  - It's easy to kill, difficult to resurrect, but it's impossible to live without violence!
  De Furia, controlling her group of starships, discharging another stream of destruction, and watching as the ship, converted from a cargo transport, was also entangled in a plasma network, indicated:
  - Death, like a faithful friend, will definitely come, but if you want to have a longer walk with capricious life, prove your devotion to intelligence and courage!
  Count de Barsov hoarsely barked, continuing his witty verbal line:
  - Laws are not written for fools, but they receive sanctions for violating them, even for those smart people who wrote these laws!
  The organized resistance of the diverse armada is broken. Flight in the vastness of space is even like a mountain avalanche, it is a tornado that has suddenly covered a school of midges, knocking them down and catching them all at once... The pursuit has begun. Like a pack of wolves chasing a flock of sheep. Only the coffin pens are much more evil, more merciless than the wolves. For them, this is not even a question of survival, but a demonstration of unbending will and merciless fury. Pursue, torment, do not let them escape. And although many children will not live to see their parents (and here creatures from the same sex to a dozen sexes have gathered), and mothers, fathers, neutrals, their sons, daughters and God knows who else... What valor is in such a murder, when even shooting at partridges requires more skill and effort. The debris flooded space and fell on the stars, causing coronal disturbances, prominences, plasma vortices on the surface. Some stars even change colors from the many foreign objects that fell on their surface. Not everyone will understand, but for those with a heart: it is especially terrifying if a being with a personality burns alive, and a personality is a whole irrational and unpredictable world.
  Even a vacuum can cry from such a defeat...
  First-year students Alex and Angelina saw all of this, and not even like in a movie, but all at once, in a multitude of points and details, when everything enters, filling the consciousness with a kaleidoscope of perception.
  Here they noticed that one of the human starships - a brigantine with the contours of a baby dolphin, was moving towards... Towards a quasar that was dormant and glittering with all the colors of the rainbow. Something told the students that this was indeed a quasar, even if it did not have such rays that burned away all living things. But even in its reduced form, it hid a deadly danger to everything material. And this brigantine seemed like a brave suicide.
  The Annigenos under the command of the Duchess de Furia received the order: "Intercept, Earthling starship!" And three almost undamaged huge thousands of soldiers and tens of thousands of combat robots on board rushed after the brig.
  It's like predatory sharks are chasing a small duckling choking in the stormy waters of a raging ocean.
  Alex suddenly felt that he was able not only to hover, but also to move, and shouted to his friend: "Let's go, angel, after them." The girl replied: "Yes, I feel that I can."
  Even if Mikhail Boyarsky sang: "Although a body without a soul is not a body, how weak is a soul without a body!" Maybe this is true, but... The spirit can, having entered into someone else's flesh and taken control of it, manifest itself in fabulous power...
  Three daggers emitted searing streams of annihilating radiation and it seemed that the human brigantine, led by the brave captain Alena Snegova, had no chance. Magoplasma waves had already pierced the hull, deforming the silver armor, causing the barrels of the light guns to fall off like overcooked macaroni. The crew members were experiencing terrible pain, their combat suits were falling apart, their skin was peeling off, their eyes were going blind... It seemed that there was no chance... The brigantine began to burn, leaving behind a smoking trail with caviar of antimatter.
  But in that last moment, when you fall into the hopeless abyss of the hell of non-existence, the two Annigenosers on the flanks, without turning around, injected radiation into the middle one.
  And it began, rainbow waves passed over the central dagger, the automation switched to defense. And the human ship, seemingly tiny against the background of giants, losing parts of its structure, finally broke out of the iridescent magoplasmic network.
  Alex sat in the body of Baron de Alligator, and Angelina saddled the consciousness of Count de Barsov. Ordinary Grave-Gon, like the officer corps, are trained not to discuss the orders of their commanders, but to carry them out. If the people who got into the bodies, using the memory of their "steeds", ordered to change the target of fire, then... That's how it should be. As the main rule of the Grave-Gon says: "I swear to obey the Hyper-Emperor unquestioningly, him personally, as well as any superior appointed by him!"
  The order has been given and is being carried out... But the personalities of the coffin pens do not want to accept the fact that the disembodied souls of the young time travelers have taken over their bodies. A brutal fight begins, Alligator and Barsov freeze, their tiger eyes glaze over. But the order has already been given and it will be carried out until it is cancelled...
  However, the brigantine has already received fatal wounds, just a little more... Alena Morozova, with her last strength, clings to a thin thread of consciousness. Her spacesuit together with her uniform are charred, and the flames cruelly caress her already completely naked body. The skin is covered with large blisters, then peels off. Pieces of the cape fall off... Just a little more...
  Here it is, the thin tail of the quasar, where her brigantine needs to get to, or rather what is left of it... The personalities of Alligator and Barsov have already returned, the magoplasm is turning on again.... Alena's burnt bones crumble, and her consciousness is burned into a black funnel... And in an insignificant fraction of a nanosecond, the final destruction, the commander's fragment of the brigantine flies into the boomeranets of the quasar...
  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 that the wings and paws of the space vultures were glued to space and could not move. And at the same time, no one felt the slightest shaking or jolt. Everything that was happening went beyond the framework of ordinary physics.
  The Duchess de Furia growled fiercely:
  - Who is this cool guy who managed to stop us?
  Gengir Wolf looked with undisguised hatred:
  - I have no idea... It's basically impossible, although... - The general-grave-driver lowered his voice, clearly frightened, to a whisper, his icy eyes nervously darting from side to side, and added. - Our agent reported that the earth could play a joke on time.
  The Duchess answered calmly, even dismissively:
  - This is, of course, annoying, but no one can stop living individuals from fighting, and we, the grave pens, from winning!
  The alligator, demonstratively yawning and throwing something like a heavily seasoned sandwich into his mouth, stroked the unruly hair of the tigress-adjutant, energetically chewing the culinary product with a loud crunch, but at the same time in a quite clear and strong voice, summed up:
  -An enemy that has not been defeated is like a disease that has not been fully cured - expect complications!
  Next to the exhausted souls of Angelina and Alex, as if from an ice hole, the shining substance of Alena's spirit emerged. The face of the liberated soul shone like the sun. Intercepting the uncomprehending glances of the students who had arrived, the girl captain explained with joyful enthusiasm:
  -We have won! The threat to humanity has been eliminated, both this one and hopefully future challenges.
  Angelina muttered in confusion:
  - And how?
  Alenka began to explain:
  - The great scientist Pavel Karpov made a discovery that time has a structure similar to a full-flowing, boundless river with many millions of independent flows. And that it is possible to influence the flow of this or that flow by installing a kind of breakwater. Unfortunately, he died, having fully revealed the mechanisms of influence, and no other such genius was found. But one way to create such a breakwater was revealed by him. If the energy of a sleeping quasar is emitted into a certain range, and only during exactly midnight of the New Year's celebration on planet Earth, 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, confused and blinking his ethereal eyelids, whispered:
  - And what difference will that make?
  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 really destroy them all?
  The captain of the brigantine smiled kindly and winked in response:
  - I don't think so! The breakwater placed in the river of time simply spun the chronoflow in a circle for them. This means that the coffin pens will live forever, in one time loop, living the same year an infinite number of times!
  - What about us? - Alex asked.
  - You will return to your time, and I hope that next time you will not walk 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 giant clock began to strike midnight in a measured and majestic manner.
  The New Year has arrived.
  . CHAPTER #15.
  After a pause, the fighting resumed. The Chinese again tried to gather their forces and attack Russia's distant possessions.
  This time the six grabbed some more modern weapons.
  In this case, all six of them climbed onto the IS-7 with magical non-exchangeable shells and cartridges.
  And without further ado they began to shoot at the Chinese army and crush it with their tracks.
  And Oleg Rybachenko also fired from the cannon and roared:
  - Our victory is inevitable, things will never be like before!
  However, during shooting, and especially when you fire in turns, you can think about strangers.
  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 worked out.
  It would seem that the communists and Yabloko should have acted as a united front - after all, Yeltsin"s successor is enemy number one.
  But the speech did not take place. And Sobchak, who had stolen money, was not remembered. The approval went routinely. Although the communists should have understood: this is their future gravedigger!
  And why didn"t Yavlinsky, who tried to show himself as the most oppositional politician, who never voted for the budget, object?
  It just turned out so strange.
  And then somehow we got lucky. The violent and hungry Dagestan did not support the Wahhabis' uprising, although Basayev and Khattab probably counted on it. The opposition in the Duma did not conflict with the authorities. Or use the Chechen factor.
  In short, from the very beginning everything was in Putin's favor. 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 being pushed into the background.
  Yavlinsky realized this very late.
  Oleg fired at the Chinese, tearing the yellow warriors apart with shells.
  And he sighed...
  Well, okay. Thinking about politics is a bit tiring. Here, for example, is Gerda. In one of the pictures she is depicted as a captive of robbers with her hands tied behind her back, barefoot. And even her legs are red, apparently it is cold in the unheated zoo with the deer, and Gerda's legs are very cold.
  Poor girl, they took away her shoes, which she begged from the queen. And now she suffers in captivity.
  The boy fired again at the army of the Celestial Empire, pressing the joystick button with his bare toes.
  After which they sent him in another direction.
  Zhirinovsky did not directly support Yeltsin, and there is not a single video recording of him making such statements! On the other hand, new elections, especially on party lists, were very advantageous to him. Having carried out, in essence, a military coup, Yeltsin usurped power, becoming an absolute dictator, formally unlimited by anything! Even the activities of the constitutional court were suspended, and the president formally acquired unlimited powers! Under these conditions, the adoption of a new constitution rather limited the dictator's power than consolidated 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, Zhirinovsky cannot be judged harshly for supporting the constitution. Firstly, otherwise, he simply could not have been allowed to participate in the elections, and secondly, Vladimir expected to receive the support of some of Yeltsin's numerous supporters. As for the name of the party, at that time the people had an illusion - the communist-fascist (media term) parliament was dissolved, no one interfered with reforms, and soon we would live like in America! And in these conditions the name Liberal Democratic was quite advantageous electorally! The electoral bloc: Choice of Russia, headed by Gaidar, became the party of power! No one believed in the chances of the LDPR, many thought that Zhirinovsky would not even clear the five percent barrier!
  Yes, it seemed that Zhirinovsky had very little chance. And Russia's Choice had all the aces in its hands. Except maybe the most important thing - there were no real achievements in the economy. But then there was a huge propaganda apparatus and administrative resource in its hands. The experience of Kazakhstan and other countries shows that often this is quite enough to win elections, even to get sensational results!
  But Vladimir Volfovich demonstrated his extraordinary political abilities: in particular, he managed to convince Yeltsin's entourage of his loyalty and they did not interfere with his registration, as was the case with Baburin's bloc and some others! He managed to get money by convincing sponsors of his prospects for paid airtime (and he himself earned some money doing business!). And most importantly, during the elections, he demonstrated a magnificent gift of speech, conducting a fantastic election campaign! On the LDPR website, you can find old recordings of the 1993 election campaign: these are truly powerful speeches, compared to which Hitler is only a pitiful shadow of an orator. Democrats were squabbling with each other and noticed the growth of the LDPR's popularity very late! It must be said that sociologists did not show the real picture, but what the authorities wanted to see! Gaidar called Zhirinovsky Hitler and demanded that Yeltsin remove the LDPR from registration. But analysts in the president's circle reported that Yeltsin's rating was falling and support for the constitution was declining. In these circumstances, disqualification could create problems for the authorities. In addition, in 1993, the technologies of mass election fraud had not yet been developed, except for the primitive stuffing of ballots into ballot boxes, so the expression of the people's will was relatively honest! Zhirinovsky, in turn, promised to release Rutskoy and other oppositionists!
  Oleg Rybachenko got distracted here and fired again from an unchangeable projectile.
  While the girl Margarita aimed the gun with her bare feet, the boy thought and calculated.
  The election result was sensational, with both the enemies of the regime and many supporters of Yeltsin voting for the LDPR leader! The party gained almost 24 percent of the 13 participants, taking first place. However, due to the mixed electoral system, Zhirinovsky had only 60 mandates, 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 Zhirinovsky did not actually receive significant power. Most likely, his faction in the State Duma could only be considered as a springboard for a further attack on the government! Well, Zhirinovsky himself was increasingly compared to Hitler! By the way, in 1930, Hitler gained 18 percent of the votes, taking second place in the elections, but receiving much more real leverage over the government. Firstly, there was only one chamber in the Reichstag, and secondly, elections were held only by a proportional system, and thirdly, the power of the parliament was incomparably stronger than in Russia! Zhirinovsky found himself in a much worse situation: the appearance of victory gave rise to excessively high expectations of voters, and the real power and the ability to change anything was a piece of cake!
  This is where the miracles begin, of course: Zhirinovsky, who had previously acted as a calculating politician, suddenly became impulsive and extremely illogical. In particular, he was accused of Hitlerism, so he stepped up his 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 an 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: he managed to carry out an amnesty, fulfilling his 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 LDPR, primarily from among the Western democrats inside Russia, but still, a calculating and pragmatic politician should not have succumbed to this, or at least reduced the possibility of provocation to a minimum! For example, Zyuganov, despite the fact that he has been the Kremlin's main political opponent for seventeen years, has somehow managed to avoid scandals, has never been seriously exposed, and does not have a reputation as a corrupt politician! True, the communists also had one incident with the setup of Khodorkovsky, allegedly the main financier of the Communist Party of the Russian Federation, but even in this case, Zyuganov did not leave any statements that discredited himself. A very cautious politician, Gennady Andreyevich, sometimes even too cautious! In particular, in May 1999, when Yeltsin proposed Stepashin's candidacy, the communists should have blocked it, and either extracted concessions, or provoked the dissolution of the State Duma and early parliamentary elections. But Zyuganov preferred not to risk it, although if the State Duma had been dissolved then, the communists would have retained and even expanded their control over it. Yes, the Communists approved Putin in August 1999 without a fight, although the fact that Yeltsin had declared him his successor required the opposition to come out in a united front against this candidacy. But Zyuganov decided that it would be better to go to the elections using the privileges that the status of a deputy provides, and the fact that Putin could literally turn into a national hero in three months could not have occurred to even the most daring Kremlin analysts.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired again at the Chinese with his bare boyish foot and continued his thoughts.
  The genius boy sincerely believed that Zhirinovsky was not up to par;
  In short, December 1993 became the peak of the LDPR leader's political career, then a decline began, though not a landslide at first, with various fluctuations. Yeltsin was also quickly losing popularity: he failed to overcome the economic crisis, on the contrary, it was getting worse and worse. Here Zhirinovsky made another mistake, signing the peace and harmony treaty. He was already blamed for supporting the constitution, which legalized the enormous presidential power (and on the other hand, what would have happened if the constitution had not been adopted? It was quite likely that there would have been a civil war!), and then he had to sign the peace and harmony treaty. True, Zhirinovsky left it in the fall. But in general, it would take a long time to specifically describe what mistakes the LDPR leader made and why he did not become president. His main mistake was strategically incorrect PR! After the 1993 elections, he needed to create an image of the main enemy of the current government and Yeltsin personally! That is, to become Anti-Yeltsin, with the most populist rhetoric, with criticism primarily of internal enemies, corruption, theft, and so on! And the main slogan - Yeltsin's Gang to trial! And at the same time not disdaining leftist slogans, social demagogy, promises of justice! In particular, in Belarus, Lukashenko gained more than 80 percent in the second round of the presidential elections, which is simply a super achievement for an opposition politician! But you can't say that Lukashenko is stronger in oratory than Zhirinovsky, rather the opposite, Vladimir Volfovich is much more educated and intellectually developed! But Zhirinovsky was let down by his character, too aggressive and hot-tempered, and on the other hand, by the belief that Yeltsin's entourage, and Yeltsin himself, would place a bet on him, electing him as a successor. Those who know history: they will probably remember the relationship between Hitler and Hindebruner, at first wary, and then partner-like! But that's the whole point: Hindenburg 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 imperial ideology, was a strategic enemy for Zhirinovsky. And Yeltsin's entourage was afraid that the then young and aggressive Zhirinovsky would start to restore order and then heads would roll! So, Yeltsin's entourage had no desire to push Volfovich into the presidency or prime minister, and his real chance for power was only over Yeltsin's dead body. That is, Zhirinovsky had to at least outwardly imitate the highest possible level of opposition to the regime! So that the people would think that there is no greater enemy of the authorities than Zhirinovsky, and so that an association would arise: Zhirinovsky or Yeltsin, Zhirinovsky against Yeltsin! However, Vladimir Volfovich either did not have a strong analyst and PR person in his entourage or did not want to listen to anyone. Or maybe he was even afraid of Yeltsin, although it must be said that Yeltsin is not exactly a tyrant, if he resigned himself to the amnesty and release of his enemies: Rutskoi and Makashov. And Yeltsin went for the dissolution of parliament, because the people gave him the go-ahead in a referendum on April 25, 1993. In addition, the shooting of parliament, and Yeltsin himself, scared him so much that he lost his resolve. So, Zhirinovsky could well have become his main opponent, especially since Zyuganov, no matter how much he jabbed Yeltsin, still received no punishment!
  The boy again released a heavy projectile after the girls using his bare foot and continued his thoughts.
  Another mistake of Zhirinovsky was the position he took regarding the war in Chechnya. As a nationalist, he should have supported the restoration of constitutional order, but look at what form! The war went badly from the very beginning, Russian troops suffered huge losses, primarily due to the criminal incompetence of Yeltsin's command. Moreover, generals with experience of the war in Afghanistan, for example, Defense Minister Grachev, commanded worse than first-graders. Even journalists taught generals how to fight! What a paradox!
  In these conditions, it was necessary to take a position: Yeltsin and his gang were to blame for the huge losses of the Russian army! Criticism of the ruling regime should have been strengthened, but without touching the army. Although Grachev should not have been defended either! It was Zyuganov who took the optimal winning position! Criticizing Yeltsin, not quarreling with the army, not supporting the separatists. In general, Zyuganov chose the right line of behavior: maximum distance from Yeltsin's policies, confrontation. However, the communists in the first Duma were not always consistent in their opposition. In particular, Zhirinovsky's proposal for a vote of no confidence in the Chernomyrdin government was not supported. And in general, the communists voted for a vote of no confidence for the first time only in October 1994, after "Black Tuesday", when passive approval of Chernomyrdin's economic policies could have cost them dearly. In the State Duma of the second convocation, where the communists headed by Zyuganov were already in the majority, the 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 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 put him, as the only one capable of stopping the communists on 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, had managed to worsen his attitude in the West. Many oligarchs close to the president had businesses in the West and had managed to incur huge debts there. And oil prices were about $10 per barrel, gas was cheap, and the elite was pretty much hooked on loans from NATO countries. And the West made it clear that Zhirinovsky was unacceptable to them.
  In these conditions, the stake on an alliance with Yeltsin's top brass only spoiled the image of the LDPR leader and interfered with the bloc with the communists and nationalists. It must also be said that the large losses of the Russian army, the unpreparedness to defeat, in general, a small 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 its feet in the Indian Ocean and conquer the Middle East with its oil reserves. Yes, theoretically, the capture of the Middle East could have given huge money due to petrodollars and the inevitable jump in energy prices, but if they cannot even defeat Chechnya... Pacifist sentiments began to grow, and "Zhirik" suffered serious electoral losses!
  The boy prodigy shot accurately again. A shell from a 130-millimeter cannon scattered the Chinese.
  Margarita said approvingly:
  - You're so clever!
  And she began to fire the shots herself using her bare toes.
  And Oleg Rybachenko continued his reasoning.
  However, it must be said that Zyuganov was also extremely cautious. For example, when Boris Fedorov proposed voting for a no-confidence rating in the government, the CPRF did not support it. In general, Zyuganov and his entourage were very careful about Chernomyrdin, although the latter continued his policy in the interests of the oligarchs and demonstrated loyalty to Yeltsin. But what is interesting is that Zyuganov managed to become the number one oppositionist and anti-Yeltsin. Moreover, he was helped in this by pro-presidential propaganda, most likely intentionally, since the communist Zyuganov was better than the non-communist candidate in the second round.
  The LDPR party experienced a serious crisis in the winter and spring of 1995; several deputies left, including the bright, charismatic Marychev.
  But the war in Chechnya was gradually being won, the militants also suffered huge losses and were bled dry and demoralized, the Russian army was advancing. In June, Shamil Basayev seized the maternity hospital in Budyonnovsk. In principle, such a step by the militants in military terms did not give anything, and in propaganda terms it was even to the advantage of the war party... But Yeltsin broke down, apparently the events of October 3-4 and the curses of millions of Russians undermined him and he ordered Chernomyrdin to stop the war and begin negotiations...
  The Russian army unilaterally ceased military action. And the State Duma finally collected enough votes to pass a vote of no confidence in the government, demanding the dismissal of a number of security officials. Yeltsin gave in, keeping only Grachev, but handed over Yegorov, Erin, and Stepashin. Here Zhirinovsky initially took the right position: he condemned the ceasefire and voted for the vote of no confidence. And when Chernomyrdin bluffed, threatening to put the question of confidence in the cabinet to a vote in the State Duma (there is one nuance here: if less than 226 out of 450 votes vote for confidence in the government, the president is obliged to either dissolve the government or dissolve the State Duma within a week), 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, not give time to promote the Kremlin project of the Congress of Russian Communities, and the party in power: Our Home of Russia. And of course other organizations - smaller ones!
  Chernomyrdin, realizing that the bluff would not work and that the new parliament would become even more oppositional, withdrew the vote. The State Duma once again put a vote of no confidence to a vote, Zhirinovsky spoke 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 being blown away.
  Zhirinovsky's popularity immediately grew, but Volfovich again made a mistake, revoking his party's signatures under the impeachment procedure. It didn't matter, the opposition didn't have enough votes to create a commission to bring charges, as many as 300, but it spoiled his rating! Zhirinovsky again gave reason to accuse himself of a conciliatory policy, pushing away part of the growing protest electorate.
  Nevertheless, the ceasefire in Chechnya, which the militants brazenly violated, various terrorist attacks, especially against Romanov, and victims of shelling led to an increase in militant sentiments in society, and Zhirinovsky began to gain points. In addition, in September 1995, NATO began bombing Bosnian Serbs, strengthening anti-Western sentiments, which also raised the LDPR rating.
  True, Zhirinovsky gave in to the provocation, beating up a woman in parliament, or rather lightly hitting her a couple of times in the general melee. Then the Yeltsin press spun it all up, portraying Zhirinovsky as a bandit! However, such a passage could have been liked by some: especially by those men who had suffered at the hands of women, or by those who were looking for the most ferocious dictator of all the candidates, counting on the fact that he would restore order! In any case, the "Stalinists" were for "Zhirik".
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to fire. The boy did this, defeating the Chinese army under the Manchu dynasty, and continued to think.
  In October 1995, the LDPR collected 100 signatures to put a vote of no confidence in the government to the State Duma, but at the last Zhirinovsky abandoned this intention.
  It must be said that this was his mistake, and one that was completely unjustified. Firstly, Zhirinovsky, by putting forward a vote of no confidence on the eve of the elections, attracted the sympathies of the protest electorate, which at that time constituted the majority. Secondly, the vote was aimed against Zhirinovsky's main competitor, Chernomyrdin, and did not at all interfere with the behind-the-scenes attempts to convince Yeltsin and his entourage to make "Zhirin" his successor.
  In addition, Zhirinovsky should have understood that the higher the result he shows in the Duma elections, the more likely it is that the "family" will bet on him!
  At that moment, the best election tactic was to play the role of opposition number one, to surpass the communists in terms of confrontation.
  Zhirinovsky, in general, understood this, but tried to sit on two chairs and was inconsistent. The new elections were much more difficult than the old ones! Firstly, there were no opportunities, unlike in 1993, to demonstrate his oratorical talent in all its fullness, too little airtime was given to parties, the number of which grew from 13 to 44 (!). Secondly, the factor of unfulfilled hopes and expectations played against Zhirinovsky. After all, he seemed to be the first, but he did not make people's lives better... Although an intelligent person understood that "Zhirinovsky" did not have real power, and the same communists controlled much more votes than the LDPR: 102 against 60, but... How many smart people were there then, especially in the nineties.
  The third reason is the amount of dirt poured on the leader of the LDPR, the image of a monster and a hooligan, fears that he will start a third world war.
  The fourth reason, also one of the main ones, is the emergence of a large number of competitors. The most famous ones are: the Congress of Russian Communities headed by Skokov (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 bloc is actively PR, but it seems they have gone too far. People are not as stupid as the authorities think, and most of them have realized that the CRC is not an opposition at all, but a Kremlin project aimed primarily against the LDPR and the CPRF. But still, this organization pulled more than four percent!
  And there were more than enough other competitors, Derzhava-Rutskoy, where Marychev fled, the Bloc for the USSR - Tyulkin-Ampilov, the National Republican Party of Lysenko, and a great many of all kinds. It must be said that the communists also scattered their electorate: the USSR Bloc gained more than four and a half percent of the votes, but did not get into parliament, and the CPRF lost its votes, the Agrarian Party also did not take the five percent barrier, as did other left-wing organizations. In particular, it is unclear what former Prime Minister Ryzhkov was counting on in the elections with the bloc: the Union of Labor or the Govorukhin Bloc! However, the 1995 elections showed the weakest result of the ruling party 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;
  During the election campaign, Zhirinovsky generally criticized the government, but he 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. Considering the protest moods prevailing in these elections among almost the entire electorate, it was precisely the wrong thing 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 person 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 is not a principled oppositionist either!
  During the elections, Zhirinovsky did not want to create any election blocs, although several smaller nationalist parties expressed such a desire. In addition, Vengerovsky advised changing the name of the party to something more suitable in terms of political essence and euphonious - for example, Great Russia! Zhirinovsky was stubborn in this matter, although the word liberal democrat had already become a swear word by that time!
  In addition, the LDPR party list did not include famous singers or artists, although there were plenty of people willing to do so. In particular, Alla Pugacheva, who loved to attract the attention of the press, could well agree to take second place on the LDPR party list. This did not bother her in any way, but it could create an extra informational pretext for mentioning herself. Plus the opportunity to propose certain projects and laws for discussion in the State Duma. Even the composer Antonov was included only in the regional list, and then they fell out altogether. In general, Zhirinovsky has a very bad character trait: an unwillingness to tolerate strong personalities in his circle, those who defend their point of view. For example, it was for this reason that the famous hypnotist Anatoly Kashpirovsky left the party; he accused Vladimir Volfovich of authoritarian methods of management and the desire to surround himself with sycophants. It should be said, by the way, that even Hitler compromised with the people he needed and tolerated them in his circle until they became useless or dangerous to him. Let's remember Rohm, 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 maximum votes away from the communists and social democrats. It should also be said that Zhirinovsky said too often: without thinking, he either praised or scolded Stalin. In general, the leader of the LDPR himself imitated Stalin to some extent, creating his own cult, demonstrating commitment to authoritarian methods of governance, but at the same time accused the communists of violence, although he himself advocated violence, violence and more violence!
  In the context of the growing popularity of leftist ideas, Zhirinovsky should have taken a more balanced approach to communist ideas, and remember that a significant part of the electorate is nostalgic for Soviet times. In addition, external attributes of leftism would not hurt: 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 is calming, which does not harmonize well with Zhirinovsky's fiery speeches! The optimal option for his party would be purple-red. Invigorating, calling for feats, but still not like the communists! In addition, purple is a symbol of royalty and could attract the votes of supporters of statehood, monarchist and non-communist persuasion!
  The boy genius pressed the joystick buttons again and squeaked:
  - My victory will be glorious!
  And he continued his intelligent reasoning.
  The videos where Zhirinovsky played the buffoon were also not the best idea, in particular he did not sing very well! In this case it was not the best move, because the people were hungry in 1995 and wanted serious changes and a serious leader, and they were not in the mood for jokes! It must be said that the pro-Kremlin media were already trying to make a buffoon and clown out of Zhirinovsky, and there was no point in reinforcing this impression, giving new trump cards to their enemies!
  In the 1995 elections, the Central Election Commission first refused to register "Derzhave" - Rutskoy, and then "Yabloko". After which both parties were restored through the Supreme Court. There are several versions regarding this episode: in particular, it is as if the Kremlin and its PR people wanted to help Yavlinsky in the Duma elections, as a democrat and Westerner, and Rutskoy was supposed to draw the communists' votes to himself...
  At first glance, the version is logical: if they really wanted to remove Yabloko and Derzhava, the Supreme Court, formed on the orders of the Yeltsin family, would not have reinstated them! After all, we can recall recent examples when Yabloko, The Other Russia and Rodina were not allowed to participate in elections, without any legal grounds. For example, the removal of the Rodina bloc from the 2006 elections in Moscow was absolutely illegal from a legal point of view! So in that video clip, which became the reason for the disqualification: there were no direct calls for violence, pogroms, racial cleansing or even the deportation of "Caucasians". It simply talked about cleaning Moscow from garbage... Yes, there was a hint at the need to restore order and emigrants. But... Firstly, this does not contradict the law, and secondly, in any even the most harmless video, you can find a hint at anything. For example, even the cartoon "Well, just you wait!" can be banned as propaganda of pedophilia. And what about the hare, who is a child, who travels with a child ticket, and the wolf who flirts with him, caresses him... 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 clear to everyone that without the Kremlin's sanction this would not have happened...
  Well, it seems that it is not quite so! In particular, Rutskoy was then considered an ardent enemy of Yeltsin - it would have come to a direct armed confrontation! The rating of "Derzhava" was quite high and its chances of passing the five percent barrier were high! Well, why should the Kremlin inflate the chances of its enemy? Yes, "Yabloko" is a democratic party, but it is quite an opposition party: it has not supported the budgets even once, both in this Duma and the next one, Yavlinsky declared that he would fight for the seat of the President of Russia. So, what is the special reason to strengthen "Yabloko": especially in the context of the future presidential elections, it is extremely disadvantageous! 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 Russian courts were not yet so dependent on the Russian president. In particular, the member of the State Emergency Committee, Army General Varenikov, was acquitted, and other examples can be given when the court did not always side with the authorities.
  Most likely, the West's negative reaction to Yavlinsky's disqualification played a role, and the Yeltsin regime needed loans on the eve of the elections to create the appearance of prosperity in the country. Well, Rutskoy was removed for the same reason, so he was reinstated in the company. However, this did not help "Derzhave" take the five percent barrier. Rutskoy's result of 2.7 percent can be considered widespread, especially considering how well-known 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 the 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 shell. After which his thoughts became even more harmonious.
  However, the short speeches of the LDPR leader on television with threats against the authorities, rather militant calls were generally correct, only, perhaps, it was necessary to more actively scold Yeltsin and Yeltsin personally.
  In short, in the elections in December 1995, the CPRF came in first place with almost 23 percent, the LDPR came in second with 11.5 percent, the NDR came in third with 10.3 percent, and Yabloko came in fourth with 6.7 percent.
  The remaining forty parties did not clear the five percent barrier!
  How to evaluate such a result of Zhirinovsky? In percentage terms, the drop is two times compared to the first elections. But if we take into account the increased turnout of approximately 12 percent, then Zhirinovsky received approximately 62 percent of the result of 1993. Is this a lot or a little?
  If we take into account all the unfavorable circumstances, then this result is average between satisfactory and just good. Bad factors:
  1. Dissatisfaction of the electorate with the LDPR's activities in the State Duma. The people expected more from the candidate who took first place, but life did not get any better. True, a large part of the people understood that Zhirinovsky had no real power, but disappointment still reigned.
  2. The fear that the militant leader of the LDPR would start a third world war, with catastrophic consequences. In addition, many were frightened by Zhirinovsky's lack of restraint and fears that he would establish a totalitarian dictatorship and drench the country in blood. His hysteria scared many.
  3. The LDPR Leader's opposition is not sufficient. Especially during the first 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 efficiency of using Duma levers to implement populist, financial policy. In particular, it was possible to put one populist law after another to a vote, playing to the public. This is what Yeltsin did, proposing at the Congress what was unrealistic to implement and earning himself points. 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. Lukashenko and others did the same, but Yulia Tymoshenko did not abandon the tough monetarist policy and lost the elections, losing her freedom at the same time!
  5. Zhirinovsky made another mistake related to his appearance. He got too fat and began to look much worse as a result. Besides, hungry people do not like fat and potbellied people. Here, by the way, Zhirinovsky showed another of his shortcomings, the lack of fanaticism in politics, the lack of willpower to keep his body in shape and not overeat. By the way, Zhirinovsky was slim during the 1991 elections, even thinner than the norm, at forty-five. This suggests that by nature "Zhirinovsky" is not inclined to be overweight, which means 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 elections, the amount of airtime that Zhirinovsky could use was sharply reduced. Free airtime was divided between 44 parties, and paid airtime could not be more than free, and it could only be bought at night. So Zhirinovsky could not fully use his extraordinary oratorical gift, as he did in 1993. Although, for example, he had more money than then!
  6. Perhaps, maybe even the most significant: political competition has sharply increased and a whole bunch of imitator parties and blocs have appeared on the LDPR electoral field. Among them, first of all, KRO, Derzhava, NRP, and a whole bunch of other parties. And the government was criticized by everyone except the ruling party Nash Dom Rossii. In particular, Boris Fedorov and his bloc Vpered Rossii were actively promoted and shown on television a lot, criticizing Chernomyrdin and the government. True, Boris Fedorov himself only played the opposition, hoping to attract the protest electorate to his side. 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 the emotional madder of Zhirinovsky, and was not at all offended by the attention of the media. In addition, the Vedenkin bloc, also a former assistant to the LDPR leader and an extreme nationalist, was active, as was Baburin's bloc. Baburin is also a very active person, at one time he almost became the speaker instead of Khasbulatov. In short, Zhirinovsky's electorate was pretty much dissolved by similar doubles and imitators. In addition, there were new trends on the left, including those of the Stalinist persuasion.
  In such conditions, 11.5 percent out of 44 is indeed a decent result, although lower than what was possible with a more reasonable electoral policy. For example, Zyuganov managed to raise his indicator from 13.5 percent to 22.9, although the number of competitors also increased. One bloc "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 now have 46 single-mandate deputies. But "Choice of Russia" evaporated 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 skies were crying, abundantly watering the earth with leaden drops. The world was grey, golden leaves were falling, tree branches were swaying in the wind like a naked framework. The silver snow melted, not having time to draw its intricate patterns on the windows, or cover the brown-grey earth with a dazzling carpet.
  Nine-year-old Slava Ivanov was sad, it seemed like the whole universe was shrouded in barbed wire. With his head down, he was returning from his unloved school, where his classmates had beaten him up. Bruises were dimly visible on his face, his schoolbag was torn, he didn't want to go home, where his parents' intrusive questions awaited him. And what was even worse was that tomorrow he would have to go to school again, plunging headlong into Dante's Inferno, for youngsters. At that moment, when the boy, looking like a sheep driven to the slaughter, entered the entrance, a little man jumped out of a snuffbox towards him. He resembled a boy, but at the same time he was not one: Buratino's sharp nose, three perky eyes - red, yellow, green - were constantly winking.
  - Hello! Said the little man with the eyes of a traffic light. And he extended his hands, which seemed wooden to the touch.
  Slava shook them hesitantly; he was already at that age when children understand that miracles do not happen, and he looked at such a masquerade, quite shocked.
  "He probably has cybernetic eyes" and covered himself with a special battle suit made of cardboard.
  -Well, why are you so gloomy? Allow me to introduce myself, I am Kror from the planet Chrome. You are clearly depressed by the suffocating atmosphere of the planet. What is your name?
  - Slava or Vyacheslav. The boy muttered uncertainly.
  - So, Slava. We - Vint and I - were flying past your planet, the natives call it Earth, and we call it Erbana. Our hypertelepathic engine stalled, having lost almost all its energy. This is fraught with the fact that we can get stuck on your planet forever. 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 need to figure it out. Here comes Vint, he'll explain everything to you.
  A subject appeared before them, strongly resembling Samodelkin from the magazine "Vesyolye Kartinki". He had the same bolt instead of a nose, a cross-shaped mouth, and only three eyes resembling a traffic light in the shape of a flying saucer gave him an unusual cosmic appearance. The fingers on his hands were in the form of bent wrenches with many joints. Although they felt like steel to the touch, Vint shook his hand very softly.
  -Our human friend is fragile in body.
  There was regret in Vint's voice.
  -And I like him so much, and he gives off a sense of sadness, he"s so temperamental.
  Kror patted him on the shoulder in a friendly manner. Vint continued in a slightly changed tone.
  -Baby, you want to fly with us, see other worlds.
  Slava shuddered. It seemed to him that he was sleeping and dreaming. The best way to make sure it was real was to pinch himself. Which he did. It hurt a little, but Vint and Kror were still standing nearby, small, about his height, with wide, slightly impudent smiles.
  - No, we are not made of wax and will melt in the sun.
  Vint laughed.
  -Now let's take off.
  The trinity came out of the entrance; there was slush in the yard, and their boots were splashing through the puddles.
  - I'm tired of your primitive way of moving. Kror said and took a device similar to a Rubik's cube out of his pocket.
  A sharp whistle cut through the silence. A group of Slava's classmates were heading straight towards them. These were the same dashing losers who had beaten him up. And now sadistic grins appeared on their faces.
  -That Snow White (Slava had blond hair) and you two costumed idiots. The most suitable company.
  They came close, the largest of them, a fat man nicknamed "Baran", tried to give Kroor a flick. He grabbed him by the fingers and squeezed.
  -Hey, you "Buratino." The ram was literally choking with anger. - Now let go, or you'll get a spanking.
  The ram's friend tried to punch him in the face, but Kror shifted and kicked him sharply in the stomach. The hooligan boy fell, gasping for air with his mouth wide open.
  - The score is open. "Buratino" bared his teeth and smiled.
  Then he made a movement with his fingers: Baran jerked and lost consciousness from the pain.
  - He bleated his own words, let him say thank you that we didn"t disperse him into photons across the galaxy.
  The other three boys froze, staring at a stationary point, and then rushed in different directions.
  -That's how they scattered like bowling pins. Didn't I tell you, Slava, that human children are cowards?
  The boy hesitated.
  -I don't know.
  - Just know that. In the meantime, we'll take a little walk.
  Vint turned the lever, and they seemed to fall into the ground. Almost cosmic darkness fell around them.
  Slava jerked and ran into the panel, it was as if he had been struck by electricity, the shock was so strong. The whole room shook and was flooded with red, the comical faces of his new friends danced in crimson tones.
  -You screwed up. Kror said with relish. But you don't need to do that, you just need to freeze. What are we going to do now?
  -Nothing. Screw gurgled. We'll recharge it, and then we'll see.
  Vint put a helmet on Slava's head.
  -Come on, our quasar battery, think.
  -What to think about.
  -About anything bad or offensive. Remember what upset you the most.
  And what will this help you with? Slava's eyes widened in surprise.
  Kror put his foot forward, his "traffic light" lit up with excitement.
  - Of course, our hypertelepathic generator feeds on negative emotions. It transforms them into a force capable of shifting stars from their orbits. After all, that's exactly what made you attractive - you have a lot of negative emotions.
  From all this, Slava realized that an unprecedented energy was hidden within him, and for some reason, all the worst in him was capable of such things that minor boyish fights faded like a candle in the sun's rays.
  -And it turns out I'm strong.
  The boy clenched his fists.
  -You have a powerful biofield - answered Vint. Our little starship will accelerate to supercosmic speeds.
  The starship's cabin immediately became light. Slava saw the devices, neat as in a slot machine hall. Having intercepted his glance, Kror switched on the holographic device. The starry sky flared up like a spotlight.
  -This is your galaxy, you see, baby, it"s twisted into a spiral.
  The boy peered with surprise into the previously unknown, unexplored space. He was happy and slightly scared to peer into this miracle of extragalactic technology.
  -This red dot is the place where the ship is currently located.
  -I understand, and at the moment on Earth.
  Slava asked.
  - No, we are on the Moon. And if you want, you can admire the lunar landscape.
  Vint turned on the cyber scanner, the walls of the ship became transparent and a strange lunar landscape illuminated the entire surface of the cabin.
  -What, little man, do you want to run through space craters?
  Vint suggested in a cheerful tone.
  Slava hesitated.
  -But there is no air there.
  -But there is sand there. Run out, don't be afraid, as long as you have a cyber helmet on, the vacuum is not scary.
  The boy immediately believed his strange friend. As soon as he jumped onto the surface of the moon, his body was overcome by an incomprehensible lightness. It seemed that he was not jumping in airless space, but floating on water. One sharp jump upward and you land smoothly on the ground. Slava felt that he had experienced a similar feeling somewhere. But where - on a carousel, a swing? No, not that, it was more like jumping in a dream. The same feeling of a slow fall, you are like a leaf floating in the air. And how high he can jump. It is simply beyond comprehension.
  -Superman! The boy shouts and pushes off with all his might with his legs.
  -When you hit an asteroid, be careful, you might even fly away.
  -Then let's play tag. Slava suggested.
  -What's the idea? Vint winked his traffic light eyes.
  -Then let's go, whoever touches whom, he'll catch.
  The game began and, although Vint and Kror were much faster than the boy, they gave in very skillfully, as a result of which the game turned out to be fun. And when Kror suggested that Slava switch something on the helmet, he felt a huge force flowing into the loins of his body.
  -Wow! This is the first time I feel a complete transformation within myself.
  The boy immediately jumped thirty meters into the air, then bounced back to the surface rather sharply, leaving deep marks.
  -Hey, try to catch up with me.
  However, Vint, not embarrassed by the sharp jump, caught up with the boy a little, lightly hitting him in the chest with his fingers.
  -You're still a child compared to us. No matter how hard you try, we'll catch up with you.
  After this Slava lost the desire to play, he folded his hands together and leaned his head back.
  -It turns out that you gave in to me - two-minded lying guys.
  -And why are we lying, after all, 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 creatures living in the universe.
  - I think the Moon is enough for us. Screw continued his thought. We can do everything, do you want to see other worlds and universes, boy?
  -Of course I do! Slavik's face lit up with joy again. Even the bruises seemed to adorn his flushed face.
  -Then let's get on board and set off.
  Slavik sat down in the senior pilot's seat - admiring the grandiose picture of the celestial landscape. On the ground it is impossible to see so many bright stars at once, the thick earthly atmosphere prevents one from observing the colossal grandeur of the starry sky.
  And here in a vacuum you can see everything down to the smallest star stone. Slava admired the sky, he felt good and pleased, because he was observing what only a few dozen, maximum hundreds of people could see.
  -Now the starship will go into hyperdrive and you will be able to observe something that no one has ever seen before.
  Slava extended his fingers towards the panel.
  Vint rolled his eyes. Then he slapped her hands gently but firmly.
  -Don't mess with the instruments. You might turn the wrong hook and half the universe will fall 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 reserve of energy hidden within us, compared to which billions of stars are dust. Look how we are picking up speed.
  At first, the heavenly bodies thickened, it seemed that there were more of them ahead, and the spectrum shifted to the blue side. On the contrary, the stars behind became rarer and dimmed, acquiring a red tint.
  -We continue to increase speed. Kror hissed.
  The stars flashed rapidly overboard, their spectrum shifted, turning into a solid violet glow. Slava looked back. There was absolute emptiness there. The stars on the sides were rare and dim. Looking at the boy, whose mouth was open in surprise, Vint reluctantly explained.
  - These are superluminal speeds. Photons from the stars behind us lag behind the ship, which means we simply don't see them. Moreover, we catch up with the photons that flew ahead, which means you see all the stars at the same time, both the back and the front, and some of those flying to the side. Here they are, crowded in front of you on the monitor. If we add a little more speed, they will become invisible to you, moving into the ultraviolet part of the spectrum. Look.
  The screw turned the steering wheel, and the purple glow suddenly dimmed, then disappeared completely.
  -Come on, let's get away from the screw. Now you can't see anything.
  The black space suddenly became gloomy and sullen. Kror winked slyly.
  -Now we'll add some more speed. The starship went through sparks, and the screen flared up again.
  -We turned on the gamma radiation converter into normal light. Now you can see the starry sky again.
  The stars were really swimming madly overboard. They had already passed the part of the galaxy adjacent to the earth and had moved to its center. Here they slowed down a little. To admire the strange inflorescence. It hurt the eyes, how densely the countless clusters of stars were flickering. Not a single person on earth had ever seen such an amazing inflorescence. Rubies, diamonds, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, agates and other stones seemed to flicker, dispersed in space. Their blinding light seemed to shine through all the insides. Slava closed his eyes. Vint laughed, his body twisted from the tension.
  -That man has never seen such a thing. This is the center of the galaxy. Be careful not to go blind.
  The "Merry Men" laughed silently.
  -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 distance that light travels in almost three thousand Earth years.
  Slava never ceased to be amazed - Wow, what speed.
  Vint winked slyly.
  -The speed is not yet great enough to fly from universe to universe, but we can increase the speed many times. Do you want to race around the worlds?
  -I already said what I want!
  -Then hold on tight, the new acceleration will be steeper than the previous one.
  The stars dimmed for a moment, and then rushed in a mad cavalcade. The mini-starship's movement accelerated and accelerated. Entire galaxies rushed past. The light blurred and shimmered, and the mad rush of the starship increased and increased.
  - We're already moving at a speed of a million parsecs per second. That's still not much acceleration. It will take us a day to reach the edge of your tiny universe. But we, Vint pressed his finger to his lips, can accelerate even more if we turn on the hyperultraplasmic accelerators.
  Slava was slightly pressed into the chair, and he was forced to cover his face with his hands so as not to be blinded by the abundance of star rays. Even his fingers were translucent.
  -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, Kror turned on the light filter.
  - I told you that earthlings are weak. We need to give it even more acceleration and strengthen the force field, making it impenetrable to rays.
  -Our speed is one hundred million parsecs. Screw squeaked. - Soon we will approach subtelepathic speed.
  -That's unlikely, the speed of thought is infinite and the hypertelepathic engine can accelerate to infinity. Besides, you don't know how nutritious negative emotions are. We've already raced half the universe, and haven't used up a hundredth of a percent yet.
  Kror answered.
  -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 outside stopped, 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. The cyber scanners haven't died yet, but there's almost no matter around, there's only vacuum, hyperspace and a multitude of fields.
  -We are in the void. The boy felt fear.
  -You could say that. But don't be afraid, soon we'll get to another universe, much larger than your world. There we'll have room for creative activity.
  - There are many universes and they are not only in three-dimensional, but also in multidimensional space. There are millions of dimensions, they are constantly changing, transforming. In order not to shock you with the variety of forms, we will go to an ordinary three-dimensional universe. The main difference from your sphere is that witchcraft and magic are highly developed in it. These are all the intrigues of telepathy, the ability to influence the material environment through verbal influence. You will find yourself in a fairy-tale super-kingdom, a world of fantasies and dreams.
  -And what will I do there! After all, witchcraft is a mystery behind seven seals for me.
  - It's a secret for now, but once you get to another world, you'll quickly learn magic. Harry Potter himself won't hold a candle to you. However, if you're not happy with this universe, we'll find another one for you. Maybe you like hyperplasmic technologies - we'll teach you some more, but for now, the three of us need to complete a special task, and for that, we need a boy like you.
  -Why?
  -Because you are human.
  -Our speed has reached ten billion parsecs per second. And that means that soon, stars will start to flicker above us. Vint blew a piece of smoke out of his mouth.
  And indeed, as if in a fairy tale, a wonderful spectrum of light lit up before 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.
  Slava froze with his mouth open, what he saw exceeded his wildest expectations.
  The stars slowly floated overboard, they seemed like fiery islands on a black velvet sea.
  Finally, a planet of considerable size 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 Gothic castle. Its thousand-kilometer walls were easily visible from orbit.
  - In this castle live a king and queen who really want to have heirs to the throne. But a terrible spell hangs over them. Only an innocent child from another universe can break this spell. Kror said.
  And now we must, as people say, land on the surface of the planet.
  The landing was successful, and after a turn they flew past giant statues of mighty eagles.
  -That's it Slava, get out. Vint gave him his hand and helped him jump out of the small ship.
  -Bow to the planet.
  Slava bowed slightly. The power was about the same as on earth, although the gigantic palace was shocking. Then kilometer-long crystal gates opened before them. The three friends entered a corridor, abundantly furnished with gold and precious statues. There were dolphins with four tails, alien soldiers with megaplasma weapons. Beautiful bouquets of fresh flowers carved from rubies continued to sway and stretch their heads. Strange fish swam around the hall, shimmering with sparkling scales.
  -It's strange how they can float in the air? asked the boy.
  -Antigravity! Kror answered. - You'll see even more.
  There was a lot of other stuff here, all sorts of different things, captivating the eye and striking the imagination of a nine-year-old boy, but describing such magnificence 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 there was an impressive throne like a mountain in the form of a spiral aqueduct, on it small but brightly decorated ships were floating. From time to time they erupted with fireworks, a bright cascade of sparks that flooded the surrounding space of the semi-darkness 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 appeared from a blinding cloud. They seemed young and at the same time richly dressed with taste. On the king's chest there was a chain with emeralds along with an image of a blue poodle. And the chain that adorned the queen's neck, on the contrary, was made of sapphire. He leaned his face towards the boy, the dog barked softly and shook its tail. The king smiled, his teeth glowing like light bulbs.
  - I greet you, my guest named Slava. As my talisman says, you are a very good boy and are able to fulfill your destiny.
  The royal personage 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. Kror whispered.
  - We have a great grief, baby. The only daughter is in captivity of the intergalactic tyrant Eletromendos. And we need a knight who can free her. The great prophecy says that he will come from a small universe with round stars. Two of my old friends Vint and Kror brought you to the palace, now you have to pass a serious test and defeat the hypertyrant.
  Slava smiled, it seemed to him that wings were growing behind his back and he was quite capable of dealing with the monster terrorizing the entire endless universe.
  -I am ready to fight the enemies and free your daughter.
  -Then Vint and Kron will take you on your way, but first you must pass a small test. A sort of text on professional suitability.
  -With pleasure.
  Vint and Kror grabbed the boy by the arms, and they found themselves back on the mini-starship.
  -Text is 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 found themselves in front of a blue planet with foaming clouds.
  Vint got the device.
  -Goodbye, Snow White.
  A snap of his fingers and Slava was where you would think. In front of him stood a grey, boring school building. He had a heavy school bag on his back, which meant he had to go to a boring and angry class. And he really didn't want to. His legs became weak and trembled. Could it be that what had happened to him was just a dream or a hallucination? The boy rubbed his eyes and awkwardly tried to pinch himself. It hurt. So this was reality and he really had to go to school. And the sky was crying, it was damp and cold, a cold wind was blowing. A bell rang in the distance. His legs involuntarily began to run. He had to make it in time for the start of classes.
  The boy, slightly out of breath, ran into the classroom. The gloomy teacher Rudolph Frankenstein greeted him with a beastly roar.
  You're late again, dunce. Too bad these aren't the old days and you can't get spanked. Stay after school and clean the classroom.
  A venomous giggle from the back rows. The ram whispers, shows his fist and middle finger.
  -We'll beat you up at recess. We'll turn you into a "Snow White" cutlet.
  And a rude laugh. The teacher pretends not to hear.
  The lesson seems long and boring, and to top it all off, "Baran" and his company start spitting chewed paper from tubes.
  Fear creeps into your soul, aches in the pit of your stomach, chills your body. You shudder as you wait for the break, when the vile five will cling to you. Finally, the bell rings, and your legs involuntarily break into a run - the boy is in a hurry to get away from his sinister peers. He runs, trying to hide in the darkest corner of the school, where these vampires will not be able to find him. Slava climbed under the canopy, finding himself on the street. He caught his breath, as shadows appeared from different sides, the monster children were right there.
  - Well, you fool, have run enough. You were "Snow White" and this tea you will be "wet-eater".
  The ram bared his teeth sadistically.
  - Stand on your back and we'll piss on you, otherwise you'll lie down as a corpse.
  - No, boys, no need. Slava mumbled weakly.
  -You need to, goat. And no matter what you do, get it.
  The Ram was almost a head taller than Slava and one and a half times heavier, he dealt a strong blow to the face. The child jerked, his eye almost immediately swelled up. Then followed a poke in the nose, and the soup started flowing. The "Ram" partner rushed into battle, hitting him in the ribs, but the burly leader held him back slightly.
  -Wait, let him kneel. Well, "Snow White" you'll kneel.
  Blood was dripping from Slava"s nose, his eyes were watering, but in his soul, in addition to fear, a different feeling of pride and self-worth began to awaken.
  -No, I will not kneel.
  "The Ram" pretended to be surprised.
  -That's how this jerk objects to me. Then get some for dessert.
  And he hit Slava's ear with all his might. Slava's head shook, and his ear turned purple.
  - No, I still won't. There was a tenacity in his voice that overcame his fear.
  -Then you're dead. We'll kill you.
  The leader swung again and hit him in the cheekbone with all his might. Slava stepped aside slightly, and the blow was blurry.
  -Hold on to "Snow White." "The Ram" made a threatening gesture.
  The hooligan pounced on Slava, spread his arms and pressed him against the wall. Then the young chieftain took out some matches and lit a cigarette.
  -Now I'm going to cauterize you. You'll kneel or experience a wild thrill.
  Slava became unbearably scared, he was about to give in and kneel down when he remembered Kror's cheerful face and Vint's mocking look. Especially unbearable was the memory of the uniquely stern and kind face of the king from another vast universe. To kneel down meant to betray them. And what kind of hero was he then, ready to challenge the tyrant Eletromendos, if the most ordinary hooligans made him tremble to death.
  When the cigarette touched his forehead, Slava screamed and abruptly pulled his right hand away.
  A tightly clenched fist crashed down on the Ram's jaw with desperate fury.
  He widened his eyes in amazement, was dumbfounded and fell noisily on his back. Here Slava felt unusual rage and strength in himself. He was beating like a professional kickboxer, striking with his hands and feet. Half a minute passed and all five were lying unconscious. Slava stood with his head raised proudly, waving his arms upward.
  -Victory! Did I really manage to do this?
  The bell rang for class, only this time it did not cause the usual shudder, but seemed like a nightingale's trill. The boy flew into the classroom as if on wings. Then, for no apparent reason, he fell through. Slava did not even have time to squeak before he found himself in outer space. He was not afraid - now the devil himself was not afraid of him, and he opened his eyes wide. The stars seemed sweet and familiar, he was not at all afraid, on the contrary, in zero gravity you feel a strange lightness. The child slightly turned his head. Vint and Kror were hovering next to him.
  -That "Snow White" was scared. Sorry, but we couldn't do otherwise: you had to overcome the fear in your soul.
  -So it wasn't a real test.
  - And no! It was all real, we have the power to transfer you to Earth and even slightly shift the time chron. How? This is the secret of beings who own a million dimensions. Now you have passed the test and we will take up other more serious matters.
  -What kind?
  The screw creaked with a metallic voice.
  -For example, to free the only heir of King Ezaram. Defeating Eletromendos will not be easy, quintillions of worlds groan under his heel. But you have won your first victory over your own fear.
  - Fear is a little death - by conquering it we come closer to immortality.
  - Kror finished his thought. The familiar outlines of a cylindrical planet appeared ahead.
  . EPILOGUE
  After a series of stunning blows and defeats, the Celestial Empire agreed to peace and promised not to attack the lands of Tsarist Russia again.
  The Great Six decided that it was too early to conquer China and that they could agree to favorable conditions. In fact, Russia would receive part of Mongolia, the southern Usuri region, Primorye, and even Korea. These were favorable agreements - allowing the tsarist Russia of Alexei Mikhailovich to gain a foothold in Siberia and on the Pacific coast. And to feel relatively safe.
  And with this, the glorious war practically ended, and other things awaited the six heroes!
  
  
  IMMORTAL SPACE QUEEN
  The queen really wanted to become younger. And so she sent an entire expedition to find the mirror of immortality. Looking into it, you can turn into a young girl.
  Ultimately, the search was successful, but... The genie in the mirror told the elderly queen:
  - I will give you back your youth, but you will become a slave!
  The Queen replied with a toothless smile:
  - If youth will be eternal, then I agree to slavery!
  The genie cast a spell. The queen turned into a girl, who, almost naked, in a loincloth, was hoeing the field. And she toiled and toiled.
  Only the young body almost did not hurt, and did not get too tired. But it was very humiliating and boring. It was on some planet with two suns. And the system was like the late Middle Ages.
  Moreover, frozen in formations. The queen worked for days and grew dull. She became almost like an animal, freedom came to her only in her sleep. And she was always toiling in shackles. This is very hard for the former queen. And the touch of the overseer's whip to her naked body was like red-hot iron.
  Finally, something changed in her life. Only for the worse. The owner died, and his heir went completely broke. And the girl was sold to the quarries.
  Now I had to carry heavy baskets, work naked in chains, be beaten with whips and sleep on stones.
  The Queen was now suffering much more. The Genie, of course, had prepared a trap for her. Yes, she was immortal and did not age, but she was in torment, as if in hell.
  Although the strong body was accustomed to the loads. And the queen decided to escape.
  She began to use her long hair to file the chain that was used to chain her bare foot and strong neck at night. You file hardened iron slowly with hair, but the queen has plenty of time - she is immortal. Another thing is that after hard work in the quarries you need to sleep, and you file a little every day.
  But you still saw.
  The queen sawed herself and then fell asleep. Then on the next nights she 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 mercilessly with a whip. Then her heels were burned with hot iron. Then the brand of a runaway slave was burned. And again sent to the mines.
  Slaves die often enough anyway, and she's been working hard for years now. So let her work in chains.
  And every night her chain was checked.
  The queen slept in chains and was constantly beaten with a whip.
  They put heavy chains on her and beat her with a whip whenever she worked even a little slower.
  The Queen had already sniffed the stench and was not ill. The infection did not affect her, and her meager and monotonous diet did not cause stomach pains. The Eternal Maiden suffered, but did not die. And the years went on and on. The mines gradually became exhausted and depleted.
  Here she is again transferred to another job. Washed of 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 sinewy, having spent more than a hundred years in the mines in hard labor. She was very strong and resilient, 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. He felt the steel, cast muscles - like stone!
  And of course I bought it, such a capable specimen!
  After which a different life began for the queen. Also harsh with training, fights, bullying, spankings, but much more fun.
  The Queen had been in her youthful form for over two hundred years, and was distinguished by great strength and endurance, thanks to the forced training in constant hard work.
  This gave her a certain advantage over other girls. Moreover, all the scars and cuts on her muscular body healed very quickly and without a trace.
  The Queen was also fast, had a good reaction of an immortal, and studied very diligently. Not everything worked out for her right away, but she had a very resilient body.
  So at first she won due to her strength, endurance, and survivability. And then her skill began to grow.
  At first she didn't have the strongest rivals, but gradually with experience her level rose.
  And so the queen began to defeat famous women. And even to fight with men and animals!
  According to the custom of the empire, after a hundred victories in gladiatorial fights, one can gain freedom.
  The tenacious queen, although she received wounds and scratches from fangs, was ultimately able to win the hundredth battle.
  After which she received freedom from the hands of Caesar. And she could already earn money in battles or teach girls fencing.
  And soon the queen, beautiful and already rich and still young in body, married a noble patrician.
  Moreover, he was old and ugly. But he was not immortal and soon died.
  The Queen, now an eternally young widow, had a dozen handsome young men as lovers.
  And considerable wealth.
  So it seems I have found happiness... The only thing missing is the fruits of progress - well, science is not developing in this empire. And on the planet in general. And the guns and muskets are the most primitive. Everything has literally frozen.
  And so the empire fell into decline, a new barbarian raid... The queen is again in captivity and slavery. But since she is a young beauty, she became a concubine of the local khan.
  And until he died and betrayed her to his heir. And he also died after some time.
  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 of the sultan. Being immortal, she was able to charm the monarch and become the first wife.
  But here's the problem, the immortal girl couldn't bear 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, with hard work, dragging stones in a basket, chopping rocks with a crowbar. Also meager, monotonous food, a whip, stench, shackled with chains. And she is raped every night by guards. Although the queen even liked it, so her young body easily reached orgasm.
  And so the eternal girl spent year after year, decade after decade.
  Until, finally, this mine also ran dry, and two hundred years passed. No one remembered who this queen was. And she was put up for auction again. As usual, naked and muscular. Of course, having washed herself beforehand.
  And again they bought her, for the army, because she was very strong physically. And also agile, she knew how to fight with swords.
  And the queen's military career began. She took part in many battles, was tenacious, strong, resilient, and ran barefoot all the time. And gradually her career went uphill.
  Here she is already the commander of a women's regiment and has considerable wealth. And again she finds herself a profitable match, and receives a huge estate as her possession.
  This is the zigzag of immortal life: sometimes up, sometimes down!
  The queen, of course, became a widow, and then married a young prince. The boy lost his head over an experienced, but outwardly young woman. And so they got married. And then the young man became king. And his wife gained enormous influence.
  The kingdom waged wars and expanded. It became stronger and stronger. And yesterday's youth first matured, and then grew old. The seemingly young queen squeezed a will from the dying king that she would become empress. And he signed it.
  After his death, the former queen became the empress. And waged wars. Being eternally young, she eventually conquered the whole world!
  And it seemed she had found absolute happiness... But then three hundred years passed, and aliens landed. And captured the planet.
  And the empress found herself in the quarries again. And already with a collar, naked, barefoot, but without chains. She worked for a certain amount of time, and then watched TV before going to bed.
  That's also the life... She spent more than a hundred years in prison, was then 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 joined the space army.
  She started making a career in Star Wars. She's immortal! She's not afraid of anything!
  So she moved up the ranks until she became a marshal. Then she got a whole planet to own.
  She was a viceroy for some time. After which she returned to the army. She fought and commanded. She became a Hyper-Super-Marshal.
  And then they carried out a military coup and seized the throne of the emperor of the space empire - leading the galaxy.
  After which she began to conquer other worlds. She commanded, attacked, won, sometimes lost, but took revenge....
  Everything was fine until I encountered an empire of a mosquito-claw hybrid.
  They multiplied too quickly and overwhelmed human civilization with their numbers.
  So the battles went on, battle after battle... Until finally, the people lost. And the former queen became a slave again, in the mines.
  Again you toil in chains, and sleep chained to boulders. And under the complete control of robots.
  Only in her dreams did the eternal girl see herself as free and great. And the rest of the time she toiled, worked, and with her bare, rough feet, she walked on sharp stones.
  But the queen did not lose hope. She was immortal and something would definitely change during eternity! Slavery would not last forever!
  The former queen even sang, despite the whip falling on her bare, muscular back:
  The daughter of the Earth will answer, no,
  I will never remain a slave...
  I believe there will be a dawn of freedom -
  The wind will refresh the fresh wound,
  For the sacred battle of the Fatherland,
  For the Great Lord calls...
  Rise up, valiant knight, early in the morning,
  The darkness will go away and the roses of May will bloom!
  
  
  
  
  DON'T PUT UP WITH THE CANNIBALISM
  In November 1941, Hitler suddenly offered Stalin peace, a solution 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 is known, had a very developed intuition. And he felt that Moscow was taken, it would not be. And if so, now is the time, when Stalin is intimidated, to offer peace. Naturally, not all the military agreed with this, but Hitler had power and authority.
  Moreover, the peace conditions promised to be advantageous for the Germans. Indeed, Ukraine would go to Germany, and with it the black soil and agriculture, as well as Belarus, the Baltics, and the Smolensk region.
  Stalin, in general, agreed to give up everything that the Germans had already managed to capture.
  Sevastopol went to the Germans. In response, the Fritzes left the Moscow region. Leningrad remained with the USSR and a corridor was provided for it. The Germans agreed to leave the Leningrad region in exchange for the Voroshilovograd region and Donetsk, which the Germans had not yet occupied entirely.
  In general, the Nazis received the Donbass with its coal, metals and factories, bauxite deposits and agricultural lands, all of Crimea, and even part of the southern Don. The Germans left the Leningrad region, Moscow, Tula, part of Rzhev, and Kalinin regions. In exchange for part of the Donbass, part of the Don with its rich black soil and Sevastopol. The Finns received Petrozavodsk and what they managed to capture. They parted amicably.
  In addition, the USSR agreed 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 Moscow, agreed to such conditions. At the very peak of the Wehrmacht's success.
  Well, Hitler, who had a supernatural sense, realized that this was the best option.
  The war with the USSR ended. The Nazis began to transfer troops to Africa first of all. Moreover, the British began an offensive against Rommel. Well, what happened? And the Fritzes went and landed troops on Malta. Of course, first bombing the British there.
  Then, of course, the storming of Gibraltar. Hitler personally met with Franco.
  Like, you saw how strong Germany is. It defeated the USSR. It took four million Russians prisoner and many thousands of tanks. For us, Spain is like a smear on a map. We'll occupy it if you don't let the troops through. And if you do, you can get something in Africa. Moreover, Britain is doomed and has nowhere to go!
  Franco, realizing that Spain could be occupied and there was no chance, agreed.
  The assault on Gibraltar was successful, and quite quickly. The citadel fell. And then the Germans entered Equatorial Africa.
  The English suffered huge losses. They were captured like sucklings.
  Rommel defeated Britain in Libya and launched an offensive in Egypt. He captured Alexandria.
  Then he went out and forced the Suez Canal. Developing their success, the Germans captured Iraq, Kuwait, and the entire Middle East.
  The Wehrmacht had not lost too many soldiers and officers in the East. And its troops were more numerous, more seasoned and better trained than the English and especially the colonial forces.
  The English could have held it back and were undoubtedly losing. Without the USSR, the Fritzes were able to fight Britain successfully.
  In general, Britain was doomed to lose its colonies. Its land army was too weak and of little fighting capacity to hold on to the colonies against the more numerous and disciplined troops of the Wehrmacht.
  But the bet on the fleet did not work. After the fall of Gibraltar and Malta, it became impossible to hold Africa. Rommel closed the Suez Canal. And even on land, the Germans beat the British one-sidedly. After the war with the USSR, the Wehrmacht became even stronger and more confident in its strength, and gained extensive combat experience.
  Thus Africa was gradually conquered. And through Iran the Germans entered India. There, too, the local sepoys did not want to die for Britain. In general, the Germans were more hampered by distances, the lack of roads, the stretched communications, and supply problems than by the British troops.
  The US tried to avoid war. They even lifted all sanctions against Japan.
  But the samurai attacked Peru Harbor anyway. They had to secure themselves and seize British possessions in Asia. And the Japanese did it.
  In short, in 1942 and the first half of 1943, the Germans and the Japanese captured Africa, Australia, and all of Asia. And in September 1943, the landing in Britain followed. After, of course, massive bombing. The Germans used the Ju-288, and the Ju-188, and other machines.
  Having lost its colonies and exhausted by the submarine war, Britain could not stand firm.
  And the Germans had too many resources, especially manpower. They literally bombed all the cities and factories in England. And then, of course, the landing of troops and the use of "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions" and even "Mauses". Well, of course, also floating tanks and underwater vehicles.
  The "Maus" was completed by the start of the operation, and it even fought. But the "Mauses" were too heavy.
  Gerda's crew on the "Panther" distinguished themselves in battle. After capturing Britain, the Germans fought with the USA for some time. They drove the Americans out of Iceland. But due to the stretched communications, capturing America turned out to be a difficult task. After all, the Atlantic Ocean is no joke. Unless they bombed each other and fought at sea.
  German submarines developed, among other things, hydrogen peroxide and sank almost the entire American fleet.
  However, the USA is still extremely difficult to capture. The war dragged on, and the Germans finally went and made peace.
  Afterwards the Germans turned towards the USSR.
  In 1945, the E-50 and E-75 went into production. Hitler banned the production of tanks lighter than fifty tons, except for a small series of reconnaissance vehicles.
  The Panther weighed forty-four and a half tons. The Panther-2 weighed fifty-two tons. The E-50 already weighed almost sixty-five tons. The latter tank had quite decent frontal armor of 150 mm on the hull, inclined at 45 degrees, and 185 mm on the turret front, also inclined. An 88 mm gun with a barrel length of 100 EL. And 82 mm of side armor, also inclined. Combined with an engine that accelerated to 1200 horsepower when boosted, it was a very powerful medium tank.
  Plus twelve rounds per minute.
  An even heavier E-75 weighing over ninety tons. This tank was not entirely successful. The 128-mm gun was less rapid-fire, had a lower muzzle velocity, and had no advantages at close range compared to the 88-mm 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. It can withstand all American guns, and Soviet ones too. The turret is excellent in terms of protection: 252 mm front, 160 mm sides and rear. It is clear that at least there is more or less reliable protection of the turret, especially the side.
  The hull side is 120 mm, which is acceptable, plus you can also hang screens. The engine, however, is weak at 900 horsepower. In general, of course, the tank is unfinished, quite high. Reminds me of a fairly overgrown "Tiger"-2 with similar problems.
  Both German cars are imperfect, but the E-50 is certainly more practical.
  Well, and also the E-100. But this car is even heavier and has worse driving characteristics than the E-75.
  Due to its large mass, the E-100 was produced in small quantities.
  And the military itself generally approved of the E-50.
  In the spring of 1946, on April 20, the Fuhrer"s birthday, the Germans moved on the USSR.
  They had a large number of vehicles 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 ready yet.
  The Germans produced E-50 and E-75 in large quantities.
  After the loss of a significant part of the country, Stalin banned the development of machines heavier than forty-seven tons.
  In addition to the large number of T-34-85, and somewhat smaller numbers of 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 common tank, the T-34-85, could only penetrate the side of the German E-50 series, and the E-75 was too tough even from the side, and only the SU-100 could handle it, and even then only at close range.
  So the forces are clearly unequal. The German tanks themselves penetrated the Soviet ones from long distances. And only the IS-3 had more or less satisfactory protection of the front, and even then only the upper part.
  Here the Germans are pushing through the territory of the USSR.
  Gerda, Charlotte, Christina and Magda in E-50. Whistling songs and roaring.
  We will crush everyone under the ram's horn,
  The Almighty God will be for us!
  And they just take it and shoot at the enemy.
  The T-34's turret was blown off. Yes, they were a combat crew, you can't say anything.
  Charlotte noted with displeasure:
  - Our armor isn't very good though. The enemy can even hit the side!
  Christina noted:
  - But the gun is accurate and lethal! So one compensates for the other!
  Gerda hissed:
  - We'll tear them all apart!
  Meanwhile, Natasha and her crew are fighting against the Fritzes in the SU-100.
  Oleg Rybachenko turned out to be the fifth member of the SU-100 crew, along with Natasha, Zoya, Avgustina and Svetlana.
  The girls nodded approvingly:
  - You are a fighter, that's super!
  Natasha fired at the enemy. The shell hit the German vehicle's forehead and ricocheted. The girl stamped her bare foot angrily. And squealed:
  - And now you're a boy! You're a good shot, aren't you?
  Oleg nodded. He is an immortal boy, after all, which means he can do a lot. There is a German E-75 moving ahead. How can we penetrate it?
  The boy genius figured it out and whispered to the projectile:
  - We are metal, of the same blood - you and me!
  And he turned the sight with the help of his bare, childish foot and fired.
  No matter how strong the German tank is in frontal armor, but if you hit it right in the butt or a combination of power lines, the tank will give in. And so the metal cracked and the combat kit began to detonate.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaked:
  - This is top class!
  Natasha tickled the boy's bare heel and nodded:
  - Shoot!
  Oleg Rybachenko fired from the SU-100 again. They were shooting from a long distance, and here the 100 mm Soviet gun could not take the newest German tanks: E-50 and E-75. But the boy is phenomenal. And he manages to hit the enemy.
  The boy-terminator shoots again. And penetrates the E-50. This tank is fast and it is absolutely necessary to hit it. And the Germans keep coming and coming.
  Here is Zoya shooting. And quite accurately.
  Hit the enemy in the turret. Then Oleg Rybachenko fires again. The 100mm cannon works wonders.
  The boy genius roars:
  - I'll tear you apart! I'll tear you apart! It won't be to your liking!
  And again, like a kid, he takes it and hits it very accurately. And he really tears the enemy apart.
  After which it will display:
  - I am a supersonic fighter!
  And again, with the help of his bare foot, he will shoot.
  The boy looks only twelve, but he is very fast and phenomenal.
  Here I 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 on the move. Also powerful armor, weapons, and shields.
  But his girls and boy are also getting through.
  The German car is burning and tearing itself apart.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to the Holy Fatherland,
  With unearthly fury!
  The boy fired again, destroyed the fascist and winked at the girls. And again the boy shoots and destroys the enemy.
  A fighting boy, frankly speaking. And he will hit with a shell. And the Tiger-2 tank, an outdated but powerful one, has already become a victim. The German Panther-2 also suffers from defeat. And yet it almost conquered America itself.
  And now the USSR is putting pressure on us.
  Oleg Rybachenko shoots and hits accurately.
  And so they began to shoot in turns and sing...
  Natasha slapped her bare foot and roared:
  - From the taiga...
  Zoya also kicked in with her bare toes and squealed:
  - To the British seas....
  Augustina also fired a projectile and said:
  - Red Army!
  Svetlana launched the projectiles with her bare toes and said:
  - The strongest of all!
  Oleg Rybachenko hit the target and said:
  - And let the Red One...
  Natasha fired and squealed:
  - Squeezes powerfully!
  Zoya also slapped and barked:
  - Your bayonet with your calloused hand!
  Augustina slammed down and roared:
  - And we must...
  Svetlana fired a lethal charge and yelped:
  - Unstoppable!
  Oleg Rybachenko fired again, laughing:
  - Go to the last one...
  Natasha sent the projectile and roared:
  - Mortal combat!
  And the girls dispersed, the cannon fired until it ran out of shells.
  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 climbing from the east.
  It's impossible to resist such power.
  Gerda and her crew are fighting on the E-50. The Germans are already storming Voronezh. The fighting is fierce.
  The German tank, on the one hand, is very good as a fighter of its kind. But the side is poorly protected. And this is its disadvantage, so girls should be vigilant.
  The T-34-85 is still being produced in large numbers. This vehicle is still in serial production, and the German 88-mm gun in 100EL reaps a bountiful harvest from a long distance.
  The SU-100 is also being produced more and more; being a self-propelled gun, it is easier to produce than a tank, but has a more powerful gun.
  Now, by pressing the joystick button with her bare toes, Gerda punched 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're really driving me crazy!
  And then Charlotte fired a shot from her cannon and destroyed the T-34.
  And the gun, which fires twelve shots per minute, reaches a great distance.
  Then Christina fired. And she did it very accurately and precisely. She destroyed a Red Army tank and squeaked:
  - Wild fire! Bury Stalin!
  Then Magda hit too. She did it very precisely with her bare toes.
  And she sang:
  - For the glory of the eternal Fatherland!
  After which the girl burst out laughing...
  The German machine works without any problems.
  Here its victim was the IS-2, a rather powerful and dangerous tank, but with a poorly protected turret front.
  Only the IS-3 has relatively good frontal protection, but this tank is still being produced in small series. Its turret shape is too complex. Although the IS-3, as combat practice has shown, at least has a chance to approach the 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 only have the E-25 SPG in their light series, but its production is almost frozen. Although the machine is not bad.
  Only two crew members and one and a half meters in height. Small with a 75-mm cannon from the Panther. Hunter of Soviet machines.
  But the Fuhrer prefers power. Even the E-50 is gradually giving way to the E-70, which is also covered from the sides by shields.
  It is difficult to penetrate the E-75 even from the side. And the Germans take advantage of this in their breakthroughs...
  Two German pilots, Alvina and Albina, have already managed to exceed the number of downed aircraft by three hundred and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds.
  Girls are such cool warriors and the coolest in the world. Yes, Huffman may have shot down more planes, but they are much more beautiful.
  And they fight, as a rule, only in a bikini and barefoot.
  Alvina shot down three Soviet planes from her ME-262 X, using 30-mm aircraft cannons, and chirped:
  - I am the beacon of annihilation!
  Albina, firing similarly, confirmed:
  - And we are complete destruction:
  And four more Soviet planes were shot down...
  The warriors are very combative in their mood, but they are always smiling.
  They love men very much, and they work with their tongues. And they like it. Such fighting beauties.
  Here they shot down a Soviet TU-3 and blew it into pieces... This is their fiery greeting.
  The girls, in short, don't give in. And the Red Army gets it from them.
  But on the other hand, Anastasia and Mirabella are also fighting in bikinis and barefoot - they are collecting their scores! They are very aggressive girls.
  And Anastasia shot down a German plane and said:
  - I am a great pilot!
  Mirabella knocked down a German vehicle with a 37mm cannon and squealed:
  - I'm a super warrior!
  The girls are really something...
  But they fight on outdated Yak-9Ts, which naturally can't hold up against German jets. But these beauties manage to fight. And avoid being shot down.
  Why? Because they are barefoot and in bikinis. So there is no way to cut them off.
  Warriors, as we can see, understand what bare skin is.
  Anastasia shot down another German fighter and squealed:
  - For the Motherland!
  Mirabella cut down the HE-162 and roared:
  - For Stalin!
  The most dangerous German fighter is the ME-262 X, it has five aircraft guns, and enormous speed, swept wings, and powerful armor.
  It is easier to shoot down the HE-162, a light, cheap, but very maneuverable vehicle.
  The ME-1010 was not entirely successful for the Germans, it was undoubtedly an excellent machine in terms of flight characteristics, but its wings change sweep and require highly qualified pilots. The TA-183 turned out to be more practical and also entered the front.
  But Hitler prefers the heavily protected ME-262 X, with its powerful armament.
  The Luftwaffe's propeller-driven aircraft are still in production. The TA-152 is the most successful multi-purpose aircraft, and the ME-309 is still in combat. They are superior to Soviet fighters in speed and armament. And the Ju-488, although a propeller-driven aircraft, cannot even be caught up with by the Soviet Yaks. Even the more advanced LA-7 is inferior to this aircraft in speed.
  And what to do against jet bombers: Arado, Ju-287 and others.
  Soviet aviation, lacking jet aircraft, is weak.
  However, Anastasia and Mirabela still manage to score good scores even in such conditions.
  Here they are, back, refueled and back into battle. They shoot down German machines again. And they do it with great effect.
  No one in Soviet aviation can compare with their pair. Besides, girls have sex to be stronger. And usually they always have different men. And this gives girls such strength!
  This is one of the secrets of their phenomenal success.
  The girls have already received the gold star of Hero of the USSR, and wink at each other.
  We flew again and shot down some people.
  Anastasia cut down the Ju-288, a fairly powerful bomber, with her 37-mm aircraft cannon.
  And Mirabela shot down a jet Ju-287, also using the same 37-millimeter gun. Such guns allowed, with the phenomenal accuracy of the girls, to hit enemy vehicles at a distance. Although the ammunition was limited, and you risked dying.
  The girls slap their bare feet and sing:
  - Soar up, falcons, like eagles,
  We are for Stalin forward!
  Our success is just around the corner,
  Open your victory account!
  So, it goes without saying that the warriors won't give the fascists a break. And they'll hit them so hard that it will hurt the Fuhrer.
  Anastasia Vedmakova, of course, maneuvers. The Yak-9 won't make it over six hundred kilometers, even less with a heavy gun, but it turns more or less.
  The Yak-3 is not much better, although it 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, together with Japan, cannot be kept up with.
  Mirabela shot down ME-262 and sang:
  - For the glory of the Motherland Russia,
  We will make the whole world happier!
  Anastasia cut down another German and squeaked:
  - This is the name of the most radiant love!
  And he also roars. And hits Fritz.
  The girls are, of course, very, very cool.
  Meanwhile, the Germans are moving deeper and deeper into the territory of the USSR.
  The Japanese are also pushing their way in. There are many of them and they are driving the Chinese ahead of themselves.
  The yellow soldiers are pushing forward to break through. And they are literally throwing corpses at all the approaches.
  But there are so many of them that they eventually break through.
  The Japanese and their yellow army storm Khabarovsk. They don't take losses into account at all.
  But they are met there by Soviet girls.
  Alenka and her team.
  Girls defend Khabarovsk. Throw grenades at the enemy with bare feet.
  And they also sing with a laugh:
  - We are nice girls,
  And the defeat of all the fighters...
  The voice is so loud,
  In the glory of the mad fathers!
  And again the grenades thrown by the bare feet of beauties fly.
  Alenka, as she gives a burst, mowing down the Chinese, squeaks:
  - Glory to our land!
  Anyuta will throw a grenade with her bare toes and roar:
  - In the name of higher powers!
  And he will also fire a lethal burst.
  Next, Angelica shoots. And she also throws a grenade with her bare foot.
  And squeals:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then Maria hits too. And she also cuts down the yellow fighters with a burst, singing:
  - Tail for tail! Eye for an eye!
  And wink at her friends.
  And then the Olympics will throw a whole box of explosives at the samurai and the Chinese.
  And he will roar:
  - For the glory of the Fatherland!
  And again the five destroy the foreign army.
  But the Japanese have already gathered a lot of Chinese. They keep climbing and climbing. And whole mounds of corpses are growing.
  Alenka shoots, throws with her bare heel and squeals:
  - For Stalin!
  Anyut also throws a grenade with her bare foot and mutters:
  - Teachers!
  Angelica will throw out the line. She will throw the gift with her bare foot and squeak:
  - For Lenin!
  And then Maria will strike the enemy. And with her bare toes she will start the destruction.
  Afterwards the Chinese scatter in all directions...
  And then, like the Olympics, he'll take the barrel of nitroglycerin and put it out. And he'll kill everyone.
  And the militarists fall...
  Oleg Rybachenko and his team are currently fighting for Tula. The Germans are trying to encircle Moscow. The city of Tula already repelled the onslaught of the Fritzes in 1941.
  But the enemy is much stronger now. And it is conducting an aggressive shelling. And bombs are raining down on the Red Army, and other destructive forces.
  The enemy is very powerful. And they are throwing too many black fighters, Arabs, Indians into battle. And it seems that this cannot be stopped.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired at the E-75 and sang:
  A soldier is always healthy,
  A soldier is ready for anything...
  And dust like from carpets,
  We knock you out of the way,
  And it won't stop!
  And not change legs,
  Our faces shine,
  The boots are shining!
  And again the boy beats the Nazi from a distance. But the forces are really unequal.
  Although Tula stands heroically. And in the south the fascists are approaching Stalingrad.
  But what do they think, that they will win there?
  Oleg Rybachenko shoots at the Nazis again and sings:
  And such chaos
  filled the universe...
  The sad lot of humanity is
  Endure pain, suffering!
  And again the boy fell, and the fascist "Maus"-2, a very formidable machine, burned.
  Natasha logically noted:
  - No force can stand against us!
  And she winked at the boy.
  Then Zoya fired, also roaring:
  - For my access to victory!
  The SU-100 is working and has no intention of stopping the shelling.
  The Germans are gradually bypassing Tula. They have a lot of forces, a lot of infantry. And tanks of all different makes are moving.
  Here, for example, is the same "Lev"-2, a very powerful machine: it weighs a hundred tons, and the frontal armor is 300 mm at an angle. It seems that nothing can penetrate it.
  But Oleg Rybachenko still manages to get through. He shows his highest class - that of a sniper.
  And he beats himself, and beats himself...
  Only fragments fly off from the Nazis. But they still do not want to slow down.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - The future is ours,
  We are eagles - Jedi!
  And again the boy is doing funny things. And again the fascists get a slap on the wrist.
  And Gerda's tank crew is already in Stalingrad. Such aggressive battles are raging here.
  Gerda yells while shooting:
  - My body is made of iron!
  Charlotte pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes and chirped:
  - So useful for a fight!
  And she winked at her partner.
  Then she fired again and smashed the T-34.
  Then Christina fired a shot. She smashed the Red Army's dryer and rattled:
  - I'm a crazy girl! I'll tear everyone apart!
  And then Magda also fired her bare foot.
  The girls from Germany are generally making good progress. And they are smearing the enemy.
  . CHAPTER #2
  But their car was hit in the side. They had to stop and repair it.
  Gerda remarked capriciously:
  - We're wasting time again!
  Charlotte rubbed her bare foot across the surface of the armor and growled:
  - We will take revenge and win!
  And then she took it and bared her teeth. And sunbeams emitted from her pearly teeth.
  Christina took it and squealed:
  - For the Motherland without advice!
  And he will also slap the armor with his bare heel!
  Magda agreed:
  - And no nonsense!
  The girls decided to play chess for now. Pair against pair. And they started to build a strategy there.
  The game is an interesting thing. But the girls argued about every move and butted heads.
  Gerda noticed with a bared tooth:
  - I will be the highest axiom!
  And how he laughs..
  I imagined my namesake from Andersen's fairy tale. Here she was caught in the forest by robbers. They took apart the carriage, and took almost all of Gerda's clothes and expensive boots. So Gerda was barefoot again, and in sackcloth. That's how she looked, and her hands were tied behind her back.
  She walks through the cold autumn forest. Her bare sole feels every bump, every pine cone, every twig. Gerda is scared and hungry.
  She even managed to recover in the palace. And there was frost on the autumn grass, reminiscent of the cold she had recently experienced.
  Gerda smiled... She thought that Andersen's fairy tale was clearly missing toasted heels. And that would be great!
  The tank was repaired quickly. The damage was minor. Although a 100mm cannon shell hit the side. Which could be dangerous.
  Charlotte pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes and sang:
  - I am a tank destroyer,
  The heart is burning...
  The gun is my home!
  And the shell destroyed another T-34. For now, it is the T-34-85 that dominates the battlefield. And heavy vehicles are relatively rare in the Red Army.
  But then the IS-3 appeared. It has a weak spot: the lower part of the hull. The forehead has a large angle of inclination. It has a shape: a pike's snout. But if you hit the lower part of the forehead, there will be no mercy.
  Magda, using her bare feet, aimed the cannon at the enemy. And as she slammed it, the projectile flew.
  And the Soviet vehicle got hit in the gut. Its turret was torn off and shells started exploding.
  Gerda exclaimed:
  - You're a sharp-sighted beauty!
  Magda squealed, shaking her ample breasts:
  - No one will stop me!
  Charlotte confidently confirmed:
  - And no one will win!
  Christina squeaked in response:
  - Evil she-wolves crush enemies!
  Gerda growled:
  - Evil wolves - salute to the heroes!
  The fascists surrounded Tula and the children, along with four girls, had to break out of the ring.
  A boy, a girl and girls run along and throw grenades with their bare toes.
  And the fascists are suffering damage and cannot be hit.
  Oleg, firing, sang:
  - In the name of the sacred Motherland,
  We cannot be brought to our knees!
  Margarita threw the gift of death with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - No! Never put it!
  Natasha, shooting and jumping, added:
  - Let no trouble come to our house!
  And he also launches a lethal grenade with his bare foot.
  Then Zoya will dodge the splinter and will also launch a crushing blow with her bare toes...
  And he will roar:
  - This will be super!
  And then Angelica will fire at the enemy. She will mow him down in wild rage. And she will roar again:
  - I'm a mad saw!
  And a grenade will fly from a bare heel.
  And then Svetlana just goes and hits me hard.
  It is, of course, the girls who bring death to enemies.
  Natasha, shooting at the enemy, squeals:
  - No one can stop us, even the devil can"t defeat us!
  And a grenade flies from her bare feet in an arc. And it hits, and scatters everything, and far away.
  Girls are certainly capable of overcoming the territory they are attacking. In the south, battles are raging in Stalingrad, which the Red Army holds. The Japanese have taken Khabarovsk with colossal losses and are advancing on Vladivostok.
  Well, those who need it will meet them there too.
  Anna Vedmakova had a rather unpleasant farewell ceremony with her faithful flying horse. The fighter, which had become her own MiG-4, which had shot down so many German planes, simply burned during the airstrikes of the Japanese armada, as did a fair number of other machines and ships. After the vultures from the Land of the Rising Sun had pecked the city, Vladivostok was a sad sight. However, the funeral of the dead was modest and rather quick in a military manner. Pilot Vedmakova had singed her legs, her girlish feet were covered with blisters, and so she walked barefoot, carefully stepping on her toes. The Japanese had not repeated the raids yet, they had concentrated their efforts on supporting the advancing fronts. Vedmakova walked around the rubble, it was being energetically cleared, there were a lot of children among the workers. Thin, barefoot, with faces flushed from the fresh spring sun, they cleared away broken tiles, raised fallen telegraph poles, and simply swept the streets.
  The eldest boy, wearing a pioneer tie but without a shirt (it was hanging separately, apparently the boys were taking care of their clothes), ran up to the pilot.
  - We're working at full speed, comrade major, everything will be ready soon! We'll sweep the street clean, it will be as smooth as before the war!
  The witch smiled and threw him a candy:
  - Here, take it! This is our Soviet one made from natural chocolate, not American poison.
  The boy winked playfully:
  - And we came up with a new nickname for the Americans! Since they are now with Hitler and Hirohito, then they are not Yankees, but Pindos!
  The girl major bowed before the boy:
  - Who did you say they were?
  The young pioneer repeated:
  - Pindos! So now we are the ones who betrayed us!
  The witch stroked the boy's head, then her large, strong hand ran over the boy's thin shoulders with visible veins. The boy smiled back: white teeth, and extended his calloused palm. The major shook the boy's hand and replied:
  - We need to remember the name! But we're not at war with America yet, so it's too early to come up with nicknames!
  The boy objected:
  - The Americans are worse than the Japanese and Germans, because they prefer to fight with the hands of others. No matter how cruel the fighters of the Empire of the Rising Sun are, their bravery is known to all!
  The witch interrupted:
  - I will kill these brave men! And as quickly as possible!
  The new acting garrison commander, Krotov, unexpectedly signed a not entirely logical order and sent the female warrior pilot with a group of sailors to Khabarovsk. The order followed immediately, it was necessary to repel the offensive of the Japanese units. Vedmakova, of course, expected that she would be given a fighter, but... But the front did not have any free planes, and reinforcements from 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 the boiling battle.
  The Japanese tried to bypass the well-fortified city and encircle it. The warrior barely managed to jump into the trench with her machine gun before the attack began.
  The witcher asked Captain Sinitsyn, who was lying down next to her:
  - So, the enemy is planning the tactics of Friedrich, or more precisely General Nogi, to bypass the fortifications and attack us from the rear.
  The captain muttered sullenly:
  - Let him try to set fire to a Russian horse's tail! He'll give him such a kick with his hooves that he'll feel it!
  The ace pilot joked:
  - The horse's hooves are probably not made of Krupp steel, but our Soviet ones!
  Her words were interrupted by the howl of shells. There she was lying in a long-dug trench, there was a notable line of fortifications around Khabarovsk, the threat of a Japanese invasion had existed for years. Shells were exploding in front of and behind the trenches, there was a lot of noise from them. In general, the famous Japanese shimoza creates a lot of noise and smoke. The warrior looked on without fear, even with some indifference. The shell explosions created dirty fountains, here one of them caused the ground to shake. So, a cannon was firing, with a cannon caliber of a good three hundred millimeters. The groans of the wounded could be heard... Through the cannonade they seemed like light vapors that not every ear could catch. Here the pilot-warrior was covered with earth. The girl, however, sneezed and shook the dust off her red braids:
  - It's always like this, if you lie down you get dirty! And if you stand up, you get one or two left kicks!
  The artillery preparation turned out to be short, perhaps the Japanese did not have so many shells. The attack began. Several Japanese takus were driving ahead. Small, with a slightly rounded body of the machine. The most common tank of the Empire of the Rising Sun: Chichikha. Vedmakova remembered its characteristics. Frontal armor of 30 mm, gun of 47 mm, diesel engine of 320 horsepower. If you do not count the running characteristics, in which this machine is not inferior to the T-34, then it is even worse than the German T-3 model of 1943. Even in the Far East they call it, sneeze-ka! But then, the queen of the fields is not a tank, but the infantry. Just try to approach the minefields. As they sing: where an armored train will not pass, a soldier with a rifle will crawl.
  The Japanese rifles are copied from the German Mauser. The submachine guns are ripped off from the famous "Schmeister" from the First World War. In general, the slant-eyed have a tendency to copy the best from the other side. Surely, Japanese designers are already working on creating a hybrid of the "Panther" and the T-34!
  There are no more than a dozen Japanese tanks and the Soviet artillery is in no hurry to meet them. The infantry is trotting after them, in a traditional dense line. The soldiers of the Land of the Rising Sun themselves are dressed in a uniform that has a slightly yellowish tint, the color of the steppe khaki. Vedmakova looks at them, quickly estimating the number of those attacking. There are five or six thousand of them by eye, and there are a maximum of a thousand Russians in the trenches, covering this section of the front. And the weapons... The Far Eastern Army is equipped on a residual basis, and only officers have submachine guns. What is she, a major, though without a position, reduced to the level of a private.
  Captain Sinits (still a very young guy) asked Vedmakova.
  - Did you fight the Germans?
  The girl replied:
  - No! I kissed them!
  The captain, suddenly turning pale, remarked:
  - Do you remember your first corpse?
  The witcher smiled and shook her head:
  - I am a pilot, and whoever I shot down, I killed, 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!
  The witch smiled even wider:
  - After the twenty-fifth, they awarded the hero's star! And there were twenty-eight in total.
  Sinitsyn exclaimed:
  - Wow! You're just a master of your craft!
  The girl answered modestly:
  - There is no need to make a hero out of someone who is simply doing his duty honestly. The infantry will come closer now, and we will meet them.
  The captain pulled the bolt of the heavy submachine gun, weighing a good ten kilograms. He touched the trigger, the trigger was quite tight, the butt with recoil. Not a very comfortable machine gun, but it hits... True, according to rumors, the Germans have already developed a more powerful machine gun, but who knows, maybe Soviet designers will come up with something better. Sinits could not resist asking:
  - Why did they transfer you, such a cool pilot, to the infantry?
  The witch answered half-jokingly, also clicking the trigger of her submachine gun:
  -I just wanted to know what it was like to sit under fire! That would be awesome!
  - And you must have lost your boots if you were in such a hurry to get to the front lines!
  Vedmakova, in fact, trying to make the blisters go away faster, walked barefoot like a girl. Although during the war most women and children showed off their bare heels in the summer, it was not accepted among officers, especially in public places. But Vedmakova even liked to stand out like that. She answered Sinitsyn simply:
  - In order to save money, the entire capitalist world is actually against us. After all, boots wear out, and this is the work of many people!
  The captain agreed, winking playfully:
  - You have very beautiful legs! Can I stroke them?
  The witch wagged her finger:
  - Not now! Then, if you survive, I'll warm you up for the night.
  Sinitsyn's eyes widened:
  - Wow, you're fast! Usually women take a long time to break down!
  Vedmakova wanted to answer, but an explosion was heard, the Japanese tank driving ahead ran into a mine. The girl sang:
  - Hitler was driving his car, the bastard stepped on a mine! He was blown to pieces - but it was of little use!
  Another Japanese tank blew up, stopped, turned its muzzle and opened fire on the Soviet trenches. A third one rushed after it. The Japanese, however, had no intention of stopping. The narrow-eyed ones snapped back: their machine guns mounted on semi-circular, mobile turrets started working.
  The captain muttered:
  - This is great! How they march on parade! What an army!
  Vedmakova picked up her rifle, fortunately the distance to the infantry allowed it, and fired at a Japanese officer. The narrow-eyed man fell, throwing the rifle away with such force that it fumbled with its bayonet in the spring grass. The other Japanese continued running, only slightly bending their bodies, apparently hoping to avoid defeat in this way, or rather reduce its likelihood. Vedmakova remembered that this is exactly how they train fighters in the Quantum army, whoever does not manage to bend over in time is hit on the head with a bamboo stick. It seems that the Tsar-father, Herod, got a good beating too! By the way, he was talking about Nicholas II. Now they are fighting Japan again, and not on one, but on several fronts. However, this has its advantages. The girl sang:
  It is coming - the Wehrmacht is cast into dust,
  Napoleon, the invincible, is defeated!
  The enemy will not be able to trample the Soviet flag,
  When the people and the party are united!
  One after another, the knocked-out Japanese tanks stopped, but the infantry, bristling with bayonets, began to run even faster. The positions of the Soviet troops bristled with flashes, rifles began to clap, occasionally interspersed with bursts of machine gun fire. Vedmakova also opened fire. The Japanese, reloading on the move, fired from their rifles. They screamed at the top of their lungs:
  - Banzai! Rus, surrender!
  The bullets pierced their carcasses like a ramrod into mannequins. Bone dust mixed with blood rained down. However, most of the bullets, as is often the case in battle, missed. The Japanese crossed the minefield; the little soldiers were too light for their running to detonate the gifts prepared for the tanks.
  Vedmakova felt the brutal recoil of the machine gun on her shoulder, and the fighters of the Land of the Rising Sun seemed like real monsters. Their hysterical screams were getting louder and closer, their yellow, disgusting faces were shining with sweat. Vedmakova was trying to take out as many enemy soldiers as possible at once. The girl was hot-blooded as always, and was shooting in a nesting pattern. One clip ran out, she inserted another. The magazine was too big, round, and it was not easy to wedge it into the chamber. And again there was fire, the Japs were flying upside down.
  Vedmakova has shot the second ammunition, being left without ammunition. And they are already raking grenades at the advancing narrow-eyed ones. They respond with throws, now there are many more screams and groans, and Soviet soldiers are falling. A fragment cuts off a tiny strand of hair on Vedmakova's head. The girl's nerves can't take it anymore, and she jumps up and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - For the Motherland, for Stalin!
  The rest of the fighters shout after her, jumping out of cover and shaking their bayonets. The Soviet soldiers run towards the Japanese, engaging in bayonet combat.
  The witch cuts the nearest "samurai" in the stomach with a swift blow. He screams and tries to answer and falls over like a stabbed boar. The girl cries out with pleasure:
  - Russian football: Russia - Japan, two-nil!
  And indeed, another Japanese fell with his throat cut by a bayonet knife. Well, and the third one was kicked in the groin by the female pilot-warrior. The narrow-eyed one stretched out, and the girl, moving by inertia, plunged the point of the enemy into the eye!
  - Take that, Japanese! What are you doing standing at the barriers?
  A return blow from the bayonet ripped the major's tunic, blood came out, but this not only did not embarrass the girl, but also gave her additional rage.
  "Death to Hirohito!" the girl roared, her shin hitting the narrow-eyed man in the temple, and the girl moved with such speed as if she were the propeller of a new fighter.
  The Japanese retreated, and even backed away, and the inspired girl went on the attack, her machine gun spinning like a club in the hands of a giant. Then came a hard blow to the back of the head with the butt of a too zealous officer. Anna exhaled:
  - Here's shahen-khash for you!
  But overall, the Russians had it tough. The slant-eyed had a five-fold advantage, and the Japanese were not badly trained, and they were fighting against far from the best soldiers of the USSR. Naturally, during such a difficult war, third-category conscripts with worse data or fighters who had been seriously wounded in battle with the fascists were sent to the Far East. Soldiers fell, sometimes a dozen bayonets were stuck into one Russian, they literally bled collectively, but they fought like heroes, and no one asked for mercy.
  Sinitsyn pierced a Japanese officer with a bayonet, but he himself was hit in the side with the tip. The young man knocked down the attacking Japanese with a blow to the chest from the butt of his rifle, but the blood flowed too abundantly from the side. And four samurai rushed at once at the young man.
  The brave Vedmakova rushed to the rescue, plunging her bayonet into the officer's shoulder blade and knocking down another Jap with a kick to the knee.
  - Hold on, Petrukha! - she snapped.
  He deflected two bayonets aimed at his chest and replied:
  - I'm not Peter, I'm Arkady!
  The girl who knocked down another Japanese guy growled:
  - In war, every name is like the click of a cocked trigger; you shouldn't cock it without firing!
  Arkady stepped back slightly and the merciless bayonet cut his cheek. The young man whined from the unbearable pain:
  - Mother of God!
  The witch objected:
  - I may be a mother, but I am 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 is non-existence?
  The girl shook her head:
  - No! Communist science will resurrect the dead! And the first to return to new life will be those who died in battles for the Motherland.
  Sinitsyn shook his head:
  - God willing!
  Having laid down another Japanese man, Vedmakova squealed:
  - There is no God! If there is, then we must admit that the supposed creator of the universe is a sadist! And he enjoys torturing creation!
  At that moment, Arkady's thigh was cut open with a bayonet, and he leaned on the red-haired warrior to keep from falling:
  - And how I suffer! It's simply unimaginable!
  The five-six-fold superiority of the soldiers of the rising sun told. Fifty samurai rushed against them, waving their bayonets like an army of porcupines. Arkady received a couple of bayonet blows to the stomach, and then his eye was knocked out. When the young man fell, they stabbed him twenty times, forcing him to remain silent forever. I wonder what his soul felt as it flew away: surprise or fear, or perhaps incredible relief at leaving the prison of the body.
  Vedmakova was as if bewitched. Of course, her tunic was falling apart, slashed by bayonets. The warrior was completely naked, covered in many scratches, but the samurai were unable to cause her a single serious injury! She fought and her naked breasts with scarlet nipples shook like buoys in the sea. And her bare ankles flashed. The girl was truly the embodiment of animal and erotic power. Her bare soles turned red with blood, which arose an association with the great goddess of destruction and evil: Kali! Almost all the Soviet soldiers had already been stabbed, the battle was over, and only in her sparkling beauty Aphrodite, from time to time, struck the insolent narrow-eyed.
  The Japanese general Nugi looked at this miracle with amazement. Then a thought flashed through his mind. An order was given in a thin voice, like that of an underfed mosquito:
  - Throw a net over her and take her alive!
  The thrifty Japanese also had nets. What if they needed to take one of the Russians alive? And the net was ideal for that. A dozen catchers immediately threw the 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 assumption that it would hold an elephant. The girl was thoroughly swaddled and dragged in their arms. Judging by everything, tactical success was achieved, especially since this direction was not covered by artillery or machine guns.
  The girl recalled the clean-shaven face of Arkady, whom she had fallen in love with, and her catchphrase:
  - In war, every name is like the click of a cocked trigger; you shouldn't cock it without firing!
  An alarming and nasty thought arose, did she not smooth it over! After all, it often happens, you just fell in love with a person and he perished!
  The Japanese, judging by everything, have taken up poorly covered trenches in this place, continuing to bypass the positions of the Soviet troops around Khabarovsk. And they are carrying her Vedmakova as a prisoner, or rather, no longer carrying her, they have loaded her into a splattered armored car to take her to the rear. The car is antediluvian, probably from the First World War, so unnoticeably it trotted behind the infantry. The speed is about 12 kilometers per hour. Brrr! The very first all-terrain tank in the world, Prokhorov, weighed no less, but had a speed of 40 kilometers per hour on the highway and 25 on the road. On the one hand, the USSR is attacking all of Europe, on the other, a significant part of Asia. The girl turned on her side, apparently there was a threat of lying on her back. How dark it is in this part of the armored car, apparently, the landing department is located in it, or the transportation of soldiers. It would be good, of course, to escape, first getting rid of the rods and strong ropes. But how to do this? The girl, of course, has skills, although she will have to tinker, at the same time pull off the handcuffs, and saw through the chain to which she was tied by the leg. But here ropes can be quite useful. 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 at the same time thought. Yeah, a serious coalition has formed against Soviet Russia: 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. It seems that such are already flying. She does not have exact data on the armament, but according to rumors, this plane has as many as seven! Firing points. This is a very serious armament, if you consider that the Yak=9 has only two, and there is no machine on Soviet fighters that had more than three points. Try to defeat such monsters! Well, the Focken-Wulf is a very serious machine, superior to Soviet aircraft in armament, and also capable of carrying almost two tons of bombs. Already at the end of 1942, it was armed with two 20-millimeter cannons and four 13-millimeter machine guns. But it seems that a new type of fighter-attack aircraft and bomber with two 30-millimeter and four 20-millimeter cannons has already appeared. It was already a monster, a monster of all monsters! And according to rumors, a fighter aircraft with eight 30-millimeter cannons has already been launched into production! Try to defeat such a ghoul! How do Soviet designers want to respond to this? Vedmakova heard that work is underway on the Yak-3. She was told about this by a curator from Beria's department. 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 we would like to see an increase in armament! After all, in boxing, of course, a lightweight athlete in the featherweight division is more maneuverable than a super heavyweight, but he will still almost certainly lose to him. It is not for nothing that there are weight categories, and among professional boxers, striking power is valued most of all. It is necessary to strengthen the armament of Soviet aircraft, and only then will the Wehrmacht be beaten ... on equal terms? Since the second half of 1942, the Luftwaffe's superiority in the air began to evaporate, even by March 1943 the USSR had an advantage, but ... The betrayal of the allies changed the balance of power. Wow, Hitler was killed on March 13, and now it is only the end of April, and how seriously the balance of power has changed. So quickly, from a strategically advantageous position to a strategically almost losing one. Almost because there is still hope that Germany will be able to defeat it before it achieves a strategic and technological advantage over the USSR. In particular, the Allies can supply the Nazis with large quantities of aircraft, but German pilots will need time to learn how to operate them. There is still a difference in technology, instrument panels. Tanks also require trained crews, and the Chevron's performance in the Russian winter is not particularly good. The M-18 automatic rifle... Not a bad thing, but it is inferior to the best Soviet models in rate of fire, although it is superior in accuracy! In short, problem after problem! There are still the truly famous Churchills with powerful armor and good performance... Of course, it looks like they will have to be fought too. And the longer the war lasts, the more equipment the Nazis will receive. So the conclusion is simple, we must inflict a crushing defeat on Germany in the summer. As for Japan, it is best to limit ourselves to active defense and counterattack, using the qualitative superiority in tanks. But again, saving forces as much as possible. Without getting involved in protracted battles, and building a defense on previously prepared lines. There is still a chance to use the Red Army of China, but the regime of Chiang Kashi has attacked it with all its might. So for now we can count on our own forces. When to attack? It is best at the end of May, when the roads are completely dry and reinforcements arrive to the troops. Vedmakova herself would have made her first attack in the Oryol direction, and then in the Kharkov region, to drive the Germans out of the industrial Donbass, and then by forced march, across Ukraine, forcing the Dnieper on the move, and further to Romania. However, it is also possible to turn north to liberate Belarus, and go into the rear of the central group. The idea is generally good, although there are also shortcomings, an offensive in the Oryol direction is the most obvious and the fascists will be waiting for it there. The fortifications will have to be broken.
  . CHAPTER #3
  Here, of course, both 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's defense. In general, the experience of the First World War showed that it is easier to defend than to attack, and if Kaiser's Germany had not exhausted its forces with the spring offensive of 1918, the war could have lasted 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 amazing mighty Western coalition of allies. The fascists defeated superior forces in a month and a half, simply bypassing the impregnable Maginot Line. The battles in Africa, where at first the superior forces of Italy were defeated by a decisive blow from the British. And then Rommel defeated much stronger British troops in a rapid offensive. But of course the most striking example is the USSR in 1941, a great catastrophe of a mighty army. And counter-offensive operations, knocking out German units. So the main thing is to strike ourselves without waiting for the onslaught of new German tanks. A protracted war of attrition becomes almost hopeless, unless of course Soviet scientists create a miracle weapon! The latter is possible in principle, for example, she heard that theoretically it is possible to create a bomb capable of destroying a city. Moreover, such a bomb would weigh three to four tons. It sounds like a fairy tale, but... We were born to make a fairy tale come true.
  An even more attractive way is a laser weapon, described in the Hyperboloid of engineer Garin. Such a thing is quite capable of destroying an entire army of tanks, planes, ships. Of course, if such a weapon were created, and not only for the Third Reich, but also for the traitors to the Yankees, the entire capitalist world would come to an end. And the bright banner of communism would shine over the planet. But for some reason such a weapon has not been created. Mirrors are not the best way to collect the energy of combustion into a single stream. And much more energy is needed to cut ships. Although ... if it is concentrated to the fineness of a micron, then it is quite possible to cut both planes and battleships. A miracle weapon that will help save the USSR. And here is the laser effect, in a different form. Finally, the chain gave in and it is almost free, and scraps of rope are lying around.
  Vedmakova expressed herself:
  - Patience and work, if you have them, you are not a corpse!
  The girl rose and tapped her bare foot on the floor. No reaction. She tapped harder. In response, she heard a curse in Japanese and no reaction. Then Vedmakova began to sing in frustration. And she sang at the top of her voice, like a prima donna at an anniversary party:
  The Wehrmacht hordes are going wild,
  The roar of cannons and the clash of swords!
  Smoke rises up to the moon,
  Distortion of rays from heaven!
  
  May the fatherland be famous for ever and ever,
  I will give my flesh for Russia!
  I love you, beautiful Rus',
  The King of all kings, the Lord, is with us!
  
  Oh, you curly groves of the country,
  The golden aspen trees rustle!
  Orthodox Falcon Brothers,
  God inspired the army to perform feats!
  
  On cold or warm days,
  Maybe the cloud will bring some turbidity!
  We beat the fascist pigs like brooms,
  To shake the filth off your face!
  
  Our party's cause is just,
  Fight for the Soviet people!
  We sing a brave song,
  The thought soared upward like an eagle!
  
  Stalin is wise - the ideal ruler,
  We are being led into a terrible mortal battle!
  The banner of the Motherland is the pestle of the winner,
  Ready to argue with Pallas-fate!
  
  Lenin's deeds will be eternal,
  We will build holy communism!
  Believe in the human teaching,
  Will crush fascism into the abyss of darkness!
  
  The whole planet is like a free bird,
  Let's fly to distant stars and worlds!
  Something bright and noble,
  We will create like sculptors!
  
  And Russia under the red banner,
  It will be like a paradise Eden blossoming!
  Lenin's cause, Stalin's will,
  Lead us forward to achievements!
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, as well as four legendary girls, got out of Tula and reached Moscow.
  Now the capital's situation was extremely difficult. The Germans were already finishing its encirclement, and there remained a corridor of thirty to forty kilometers, which was becoming narrower and narrower with each passing day.
  Six warriors took up defensive positions on the outskirts of Moscow. A fierce assault was underway.
  Oleg Rybachenko fired and sang 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 screams:
  - And I will become the coolest!
  And with his bare foot he throws 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 what this woman is like...
  In 1941, Natasha fled from the Brest Fortress. She was heading east. Her new shoes quickly rubbed her feet, and the girl took them off and went barefoot.
  For a couple of hours there was nothing, and then the bare soles began to itch. A couple more hours later they began to burn and explode with pain.
  Natasha, being a Muscovite, was not used to walking barefoot. And of course she dipped herself in the stream every now and then.
  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 only put on shoes in severe frost.
  Now Natasha fights like a legendary goddess.
  And here Zoya throws a grenade with her bare foot and roars:
  - This is a super date!
  And he will give a well-aimed burst.
  And the Germans and their mercenaries fall.
  And then Angelica starts firing... And she also shoots so wildly accurately.
  And from her bare leg, too, a grenade flies.
  And scatters the mercenaries.
  Then Svetlana starts firing. And her bare foot throws out such things that no one can resist.
  And throws opponents very far.
  He shoots himself and crushes his enemies with the blast wave.
  These are the kind of girls who were born in the USSR!
  Oleg Rybachenko fires accurately at enemy infantry, throws grenades with his childish feet automatically. And at the same time the boy makes up his own.
  Vitali Klitschko, having encountered a conflict with the new President of Ukraine Zelensky, decided to resign from the post of the mayor of Kyiv. Indeed, why be stubborn and cling to the position. It is better to solve the problem yourself.
  And after leaving the post of mayor, Vitali Klitschko resumed his career. And immediately sensation, he challenges Weider to a fight. Without any intermediate fights! And this after more than eight years of break.
  Wilder, of course, agrees. Challenge accepted!
  And the moment of truth arrives. On the one hand, a multiple world champion who has not been beaten for more than twelve years. And on the other hand, a forty-nine-year-old former mayor of Kyiv. A man who can beat Hopins' record, but whose athletic form is in serious doubt.
  In fact, many thought that going straight to Weider after such a long break would be suicide.
  But Vitali Klitschko, like Rocky Balboa, decided to go up against the strongest puncher in the heavyweight division. Denotey Weider is a boxer who has knocked down all his opponents. Absolutely all of them - including Tyson Fury!
  So what if Vitali Klitschko has a chance?
  But Vitali Klitschko trained constantly, kept fit, rode a bicycle to work. And of course he wasn't that bad physically. And besides, he had a steel chin.
  Well, Vitali Klitschko will accept the fight, even if he is not the favorite.
  Oleg Rybachenko changed the machine gun clip. The supposed fights with boxers are exciting.
  So, really, why doesn't Vitali Klitschko return to the ring and try to break Hopins' record?
  That would be a very powerful idea.
  The boy-terminator fired a burst and mowed down several dozen more fascists.
  After which the boy laughed and stuck out his tongue, saying:
  - I am a super person!
  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 years old really was going to break Hopins' record. He even reminded at a press conference: "I said that I wasn't going to break Foreman's record, but I didn't say anything about Hopins! So I'll go ahead and break his record!"
  However, if a significant part of the public more or less believed that Hopins at forty-eight years old would be able to win the title of world champion, there was much less faith in Vitali Klitschko at forty-nine years old. Including because his opponent is very strong.
  There has never been such a puncher in the history of the heavyweight division. True, Weider is no longer young, but he is thirty-five years old, not forty-nine.
  Vitali Klitschko, however, clearly has not lost his optimism. He trains hard, gets into shape. And he is very happy that he has thrown off the routine of the mayor's chair in Kyiv.
  Indeed, it is not a great joy to be a mayor in Ukraine, where there are so many problems.
  But for the fight with Wyader, Vitali Klitschko was offered very good money. So, in any case, he did not lose with the wallet. The name Vitali Klitschko is well-known.
  Evil tongues even said that Wider would hit him once, and Vitali Klitschko would go down himself. And then he would get money and write memoirs or fiction.
  Or maybe he'll even act in a movie.
  By the way, Vladimir Klitschko also wanted to box. Only cunning Vladimir chose a weaker opponent from among the regular world champions. But anyway, he is a champion and that's cool!
  But no matter how you look at it, Denotey Weider is still the best of the best!
  But Vitaly trains with passion. He puts maximum effort on himself like a young man. And he has had several sparring sessions, showing excellent form and good endurance. No, Vitaly is ready. And he doesn't just go into the ring.
  And indeed, when the day of judgment came, the greatest knockout artist Weider, the best heavyweight in this regard, and Vitali came together. The former mayor of Kyiv, who had already been written off from his boxing career. But now two legendary personalities have come 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 that event.
  And Weider has held his title for a very long time. And he is also close to breaking the record of Holmes, who held this title for the longest time since the belts were divided.
  And of course, if there's anyone Weider is afraid of, it's not Grandpa Vitaly. Not everyone can be Hawkins, after all. And Hawkins' opponents aren't as powerful as Weider!
  But Vitaly, as a contender, enters the ring. His body is still magnificent and muscular, although his hair is already graying. Grandpa Vitaly, as he is called with respect, or with mockery. But the muscle definition is like that of a young man.
  Vitaly said he was ready. And even for him, the stakes went up a bit.
  Weider is also lean, defined, and thinner in bone, weighing less.
  Despite the fact that he is a formidable knockout artist, he has some problems with defense, he is not always good at moving on his feet. But he already has a lot of fighting experience. In terms of the number of fights, he has already caught up with Vitali. And he has not been defeated yet.
  However, Vitali Klitschko also lost his two fights only because of injuries and cuts. And one can also say that he was not beaten.
  But more than eight years of break, and almost fifty years of age. If Vitali was young, of course, he would have a chance. But will he be able to beat Hopins' record? David Haye, 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 break Hopins' record, or will he be carried away on a stretcher, as Wider promised.
  Here he comes out in a raven mask. Tall, very dry, even skinny like Koschei.
  The boxer pair created serious problems for him in the ring. This was the Cuban Ostrix, who was leading on points and beat the knockout artist, and Tyson Fury, who was also leading on points and managed to bring the fight to a draw. So the greatest of knockout artists can also fail.
  But the odds are almost one to ten in favor of Weider. Vitali is still too old and has a long break in his career. Even his brother Vladimir advised him to warm up with a couple of strong middling fighters. In fact, in Germany, Vitali Klitschko could have gotten more money in a fight with a mediocre boxer, purely due to his big name.
  Vitaly is known throughout the world not only as a boxer, but also as a politician, the mayor of the capital, and a hero of the Maidan.
  No, Vitali Klitschko in any case should have thought about whether it was worth rushing and pushing against such a mountain.
  But the choice has been made: Vitali Klitschko is not looking for easy ways!
  The battle takes place in America. The anthems of the USA and Ukraine are played. Service records are announced. And finally, the signal to fight is given.
  Many people want to see spectacle and blood.
  Wider started cautiously, although he may be wrong. What if Vitali is rusty? Klitschko Sr. is also in no hurry. But it is immediately obvious that he is light on his feet, lean, muscular, and well balanced. In any case, what many expected: that he would immediately float, did not happen.
  Klitschko confidently worked the jab, held it a little higher than usual, and set up blocks.
  The first two rounds passed calmly. And then Weider, as expected, picked up the pace. He began to attack and attack more actively. But Vitaliy did not lose his head. He blocked the blow, met it with a left jab. And suddenly, during a sharp attack, he hit the body with his right hand. Weider bent over in pain.
  Vitaly performed a double, and for the second time in his career, the world champion and the best knockout artist of all time found himself on the floor.
  Vitaly smiled... And the audience roared with delight. No one expected this from old man Vitaly. Wow! And it seems like he's almost fifty years old! And still moving and hitting like that! You have to be able to do that!
  Weider got up, but started to back away. Vitali slowly started to sting him with his jab. And again a deuce. And again he hit. The knockout artist backed away.
  With difficulty, but Weider lasted until the end of the round. Then, in the next one, Vitaly was already working as the first number. But nothing, everything went according to plan. For several rounds, Weider backed away and looked helpless. But in the ninth round, he exploded again. And they started throwing punches and went forward. And again he missed a double and fell. The second knockdown.
  Vitaly smiles. He moves forward. Weider stands unsteadily on his feet. He misses another deuce, not finding an antidote. And falls from another blow.
  He gets up with difficulty, and the referee stops the fight!
  Victory! Vitali Klitschko, now the world champion! And again the belt is his! True, he is not absolute yet, but already on top!
  He broke Hoppins' record, and of course Foreman's for heavyweights, becoming world champion for the fourth time, equaling Holyfield.
  Weider, of course, shouts that the fight was stopped too early and demands a rematch.
  Vitaliy says that he will decide later whether to continue his career or have a few more fights. But everyone tells him that he is very good, even better than in his youth, and that he needs to continue.
  Moreover, there is nothing to do for now. There is another mayor in Kyiv, the elections to the Rada and the president are still far away, so why not fight?
  For the next three fights, Vitaly is offered a whole hundred million dollars, plus a percentage of the broadcasts.
  Of course, the jackpot is big, and the former mayor of Kyiv says he will think about it.
  In fact, he showed that he is still capable of a lot. So why bury talent in the ground? And the main thing is that there is nothing else to do anyway!
  Maybe we should try to unite all the belts? That would be so cool!
  Vitaly accepts the offer and signs a contract for three more fights.
  And his next opponent... Well, of course, Tyson Fury! Never beaten before, a big heavyweight. True, he was knocked down by Uidar and some smaller ones. And most importantly, he is also the offender of his younger brother. How can you not fight him?
  Of course, a new fight, a fabulous fee, and an excellent spectacle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is shooting at Germans and foreign fighters again. There really are almost no Germans in the infantry. They are moving behind the E-50 and E-75 tanks. And they are trying not to take risks.
  Somewhere further away you can see the "Panther"-2. This tank, unlike real history, appeared in 1943. And the "Panther" itself was not very widespread. And although a lot of "Panther"-2s were produced, in 1945, preparing for war with the USSR, the Germans filled the factories with E-50 and E-75 tanks.
  Despite all the practicality of the light self-propelled guns: E-10 and E-25, the Fuhrer gave preference to heavier tanks. With difficulty, Guderian persuaded to make the high-speed E-50 the most common. The Fuhrer, however, liked the E-75 more, which turned out to be not very successful and weighed ninety tons.
  But now there is a modification of the E-75 M, 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 a clever tactic. He takes a grenade and throws it with his bare foot into the E-50's track. The tank turns and collides with its colleague.
  And the result is two mastodons burning.
  Oleg, as we can see, is very cunning.
  That's how he acts now, and the Germans are suffering heavy losses. The boy has nimble legs. It's good to be like him, barefoot and handsome.
  But in general, thoughts about boxers come to mind. For example, why shouldn't Denis Lebedev resume his career? Forty years is not that much. Moreover, the main competitors from the heavyweight division have left, and we can try to unify the belts.
  What you really shouldn't do is be a flunky for the authorities. It's better to take up noble boxing yourself or go over to the opposition.
  Something like how Sergey Kovalev became the mayor of Moscow. Although this is just fantasy.
  And Denis Lebedev could do something more constructive. Moreover, it is somehow too early to leave boxing unbeaten. A real athlete should go to the end.
  Vladimir Klitschko could also return. But some, like Alexander Ustinov, have already been beaten three times in a row and are not retiring!
  Indeed, the heroes are not people, but made of steel!
  But let's imagine this scenario: Putin crashed his plane, and there are new presidential elections in Russia.
  And what do we see today! The communists have no strong candidates. Grudin has disgraced himself and trust in him has been undermined. Zyuganov is too old and has become boring to everyone, and he lacks charisma. Suraikin failed in the previous elections. Others are little-known personalities. Zhirinovsky is also too old and has become boring to everyone. Others in the LDPR are little known. Who else can be recommended from the opposition? Andrei Navalny is strong, but he will not be allowed to run. Ksenia Sobchak is not a serious candidate. Demushkin was in prison and is not very popular. Udaltsov was also in prison, although maybe he could have, with the support of the communists, spoken out.
  In short, there are no serious competitors in the opposition. So Medvedev, the acting president, is still the main favorite. And if there is intrigue, it will be the second round or immediately in the first.
  Considering Medvedev's low rating, and most likely the large number of presidential candidates, a second round is entirely possible.
  However, Medvedev will have a very big advantage in the first round, and a not very respectable opponent in the second.
  Although at the very last moment his own Zelensky may appear and confuse all the cards!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade again, pushing the Nazi tanks aside. Lots of roaring and artillery fire.
  And the earth flies up every now and then, and burns right in the air. And the fragments turn over, melting.
  Oleg says:
  - Glory to our empire!
  Margarita, throwing the killer present with her bare foot, squeaked:
  -Great glory to the heroes!
  And again the girl will throw the lemon with her bare heel.
  The fascists are pouring in, oh how they are pouring in.
  There is no way, you can't stop them or defeat them even with a vacuum bomb! Such cool warriors here, it's just creepy!
  Oleg roars:
  - Our victory in the holy war!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - With a 100% guarantee!
  And again the girl threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  No, these kids clearly won't just give up.
  Oleg Rybachenko roared:
  - For the new Soviet order!
  Margarita actively fired the burst and confirmed:
  - Banzai!
  Meanwhile, Oleg tried to compose further. Well, Vitaly is conducting a voluntary defense against Tyson Fury. Meanwhile, Vladimir has an equally interesting fight with Ruiz.
  In fact, Ruiz was a world champion in three versions. Why couldn't Vladimir fight him for a lot of money? Moreover, he is a convenient opponent - much shorter and fat. Vladimir can shoot him with long jabs.
  It's a pity that Klitschko Jr. missed the opportunity to fight him while he was world champion. He should have gotten going.
  And Vladimir, how come you didn"t think of this?
  And the world champion in three versions is now Usyk. However, he quickly reached the throne.
  And a unification fight with Vitaly is possible. But this is just an estimate for now.
  Vitaly needs to get past Tyson Fury, and a rematch with Weider is also interesting. And there are many other interesting fighters. The same Anthony Joshua. It would also be extremely interesting to fight him. And also to avenge his brother.
  Vitaly created a sensation by defeating Weider. And what can be done to build on this success?
  Why not become the first boxer in the world to win a championship fight after turning fifty? No one has ever done it before!
  Oh, Vitaly! It doesn't matter what kind of mayor of Kyiv you were, but now you are without any doubt recognized as a great world champion!
  But here is the first, voluntary title defense. Vitali is up against a bigger and longer-armed opponent. Not such a formidable knockout artist as Weider, but technical and agile, with long arms. And also not beaten yet, although he has been dropped.
  The most important thing is that he defeated the still very young Vladimir Klitschko, which undoubtedly makes Tyson Fury a formidable competitor.
  The odds were about fifty-fifty. Of course, the knockout victory over Weider was impressive. But now he won't be up against a brawler, but a technical fighter who no one has been able to outbox yet. And most importantly, the winner of Vladimir himself in his prime.
  Will Vitaly be able to cope with such a techie at the age of fifty? This is already a duel of wits. Thus, Vayder clearly underestimated Vitaly and tried to take him by storm. But here, something like that will not work.
  Here are both boxers getting ready. Vitaly is as serious and focused as always. He is confident and calm.
  Tyson Fury is also preparing. He is taller than Vitali, has longer arms and will try to use this.
  But now the fight will take place in Britain, and there will be a pay-per-view broadcast.
  Now Tyson Fury is the first to come out. He projects external confidence. Balding, awkward, and not very athletic. If Vitali Klitschko's hair were dyed, you wouldn't be able to tell which of them is older, although there is a seventeen-year age difference. This is not yet a record for championship fights, but it is already approaching a record.
  Well, maybe Vitaly will also fight someone younger than Tyson Fury.
  Here comes Vitaly to the menacing music. They look at each other.
  Tyson slouches and doesn't look taller. Vitali's shoulders are probably broader. And most importantly, he has a much more handsome figure and well-defined muscles.
  Well, the anthems are playing. First the British one, then the Ukrainian one.
  Then an exchange of glances.
  And here comes the horn, the first round.
  Vitali throws a light jab, moves well. Tyson tries to get away. But Vitali is very slick, and his punches move in a clumsy trajectory, reach Tyson Fury's head.
  Everything is going as the experts predicted. Vitaly has excellent speed.
  And he manages to do everything.
  He wins the first round... Then a minute of rest and the second round. Again Fury does not change tactics. He probably expects Vitali to get tired.
  . CHAPTER #4.
  And again, Klitschko Sr. has a slight advantage. The brothers dominate the ring.
  Vladimir won by technical knockout against Ruiz Jr. a week ago.
  Well, the fight continues.
  The third round is again dictated by Vitaly. But in the fourth round Tyson Fury suddenly explodes. He rushes forward... And gets a double. And falls into a knockdown.
  What did he want? Vitaly is on guard.
  Somehow Tyson held out this round until the end. Then again a one-sided fight with Vitali dominating. Moreover, the world champion Klitschko Sr. was clearly in no hurry.
  And then after eight rounds Tyson Fury suddenly withdraws. And the victory is declared by technical knockout, due to his refusal to continue the fight.
  Thus, Vitali Klitschko sets a new record: the first fighter in the history of boxing to defend the world champion title at the age of fifty. And beats another achievement of Hopins.
  So now he really is a real Vitaly and he has become a superman. And he has avenged his brother.
  But the next fight is a rematch with Weider. They promise very big fees. So it is possible to have a fight with him and then go against Joshua.
  And then we can think about a unification fight with Usyk. In general, Vitali Klitschko would like to become the absolute world champion. And he has a very strong desire for this.
  Oleg Rybachenko smiles at his thoughts. Yes, it is possible. The boy mows down a whole row of fascists and says:
  - People remember you Klitschko! People appreciate you Klitschko! People crave you Klitschko! Come back soon Klitschko!
  The boy genius laughed at his cheerful song and again launched the most lethal of all grenades. And three Nazi tanks collided.
  Despite the heroic resistance of the Soviet troops, the Nazis were still able to take and cut off the corridor connecting Moscow with other parts of the USSR.
  Thus, the capital of Russia is under complete blockade. Just like Leningrad is blockaded.
  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 has become completely surrounded.
  There are many troops in it, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the militia. But in battles, shells and cartridges are used up very quickly. There may not be enough ammunition. And then the capital will fall. And there are not so many food supplies. This will also end soon.
  And without Moscow, it will be a different war. And Stalin understands this.
  Now he is in Kuibyshev. But after the fascists broke through to the Volga, it is not far to the front line either.
  Plus, the samurai are pressing. They are bombing and attacking with countless infantry. There may not be enough forces.
  Stalin understands this and tries to negotiate a separate peace with Japan behind the scenes. They say they are even ready to give up the Far East and pay a contribution in gold.
  But Hirohito declared: we need all of Siberia, all the way to the Urals. Alas, it is impossible to give up so much.
  Vladivostok is almost surrounded. And in general, everything is very scary...
  But some heroic girls fight and do not give in to the fascists and Japanese militarists.
  The armored prison car in which the singing Vedmakova was riding stopped, and the creaking of an opening door was heard. Two Japanese, one big and fat, the other small and thin, stuck their heads out of the light that blinded Anastasia for a moment. Then, without thinking twice, the girl hit one of them in the temple with her shin, and the other in the jaw with her chain-wrapped fist. The vaunted warriors of the Land of the Rising Sun were comically knocked out.
  The witch even sang:
  - I challenge a man to the twelfth round! After all, I am a super woman and a complete 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 bolt, rushed to the cabin. Three more Japanese jumped out, Vedmakova sent a burst at them, aiming at their heads and grinning fiercely.
  - What did the club-headed monsters get!
  The armored personnel carrier was captured by a naked lady warrior. The witch barked:
  It hung over unfortunate Russia,
  The seething darkness of hellish monsters!
  The occupier has his stormy axe,
  Sharpen and chop off the head!
  A communist is not a pawn in a battle in hell,
  We cannot walk under the yoke forever!
  Will turn the Third Reich into cinders,
  Well, honesty will be rewarded with 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 they stank terribly. The girl pilot howled:
  - How brutalized! How Asian!
  The armored personnel carrier, however, started up easily and headed north. The vehicle had two 12-millimeter machine guns, so that if necessary it could repel an infantry attack. Another thing is that 20-millimeter armor would not have withstood even the 37-millimeter caliber of the Japanese "guns". Vedmakova thought: how the rise of the communists to power changed Russia. If in tsarist times the Japanese army was significantly superior to the Russian in technical terms, now it is lagging behind. Although it cannot be said that science was not encouraged in the Land 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, extremely pedantic school and slightly simplified it so that one teacher could pass through as many students as possible, since there was a shortage of educated people. In general, the Japanese imitated the Europeans, for example, the British in the appearance of the khaki uniform, the Germans in the formation and military regulations, the Americans in the uniform and type of the navy, and the system of work of financial institutions. True, they also had their own, for example the Bushido code, the famous shimoza explosive (though 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, and was armed with cannons with cannonballs. It was even more archaic than Turkey or Iran, and especially than Tsarist Russia. Oddly enough, but it was America that helped the Land of the Rising Sun to become popular and literally forced it to join the civilized world. A modern steam cruiser with explosive shells made a strong impression on backward Japan. Especially when it sank several sailing ships, 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 for themselves in Asia, but back then it was hard to believe that in a few decades the Land of the Rising Sun would go the way that took the West centuries.
  Vedmakova drove along the highway, letting trucks with reinforcements and transport pass ahead, and reasoned. The tsarist government, even under Alexander II, or rather even under Nicholas I, had hatched plans to annex China to Russia. But Nicholas chose the Turkish direction as an object of expansion. In principle, it was more convenient. But Britain, which hated Russia, and France, which was under its influence, stood up for the Ottomans. For the first time in a quarter of a millennium (since 1612), Russia lost a large-scale war (individual battles, of course, do not count, you mean that for almost a quarter of a millennium Russia had not lost a war as a whole, by the way, it was under Nicholas I that it reached its maximum size in terms of area). There were several reasons, the most important was the superiority of the Western powers in the technological equipment of the troops. After Nicholas I committed suicide, Alexander II took the throne: perhaps the most educated and erudite tsar in the entire history of Russia. He began large-scale reforms, abolished serfdom, and under him, the rapid growth of industry, the construction of railways and power plants began! But at the same time, the abolition of serfdom occurred at the expense of the peasants, there was a lot of ruin, riots broke out, especially massive ones in Poland. Alexander managed to move Russia forward, but did not solve fundamental problems, and even sold Alaska to America for pennies, and gave the Hawaiian Islands for free. True, he managed to defeat Turkey, but the Ottoman Empire was very weak at that time and it was shaken by uprisings. Yes, Russia's losses in this war were disproportionately large, proving that the Russian army was still far from perfect, despite the reforms. However, even under Suvorov, things were not as clear-cut as they write about in books. Victories came at a considerable price, and Catherine the Second, for example, during the second Russo-Turkish War, limited herself to relatively modest territorial acquisitions, even abandoning claims to Moldova. Although these lands were populated 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 weren't that many different vehicles, here were Japanese infantrymen marching. Japan has a population of about a hundred million, even more than Germany, pre-conscription training takes up half of the school classes. The war with the USSR was a godsend for them, unlike the fight with the USA. They could stamp out more and more new divisions.
  It's tempting to fire a burst from her two rapid-fire machine guns, fortunately this can be done by controlling them with a hydraulic drive from the cabin. But 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. It's already getting dark... Then the wolves will be full and the sheep will be safe. Although 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 in captivity alone. Although the tsarist army had the advantage in numbers. Japan lost less than two thousand in captivity, and even instituted a reward of one hundred gold rubles for each yellow-faced soldier captured, and a thousand for an officer. This page of history is very unpleasant for Russia. What is most annoying is that many people inside the country wished victory for the Japanese. For example, students from Moscow University sent congratulations to the Mikado on the fall of Port Arthur. And how much was stolen: you can't list it!
  Vedmakova slowed down to avoid running into another marching column. The girl cursed:
  - Well, there are like locusts! Slanted-eyed creatures!
  The ear could already distinguish the roar of the cannonade, the front line was approaching. The pilot growled, and then began to sing:
  The Russian warrior does not groan in pain,
  Russian warrior crushes the Japanese!
  And we have incredible grief,
  The entire bent shield shook!
  The girl fell silent again. In that war, the USA and Britain helped Japan with money and weapons, but there was no front in the West. Indeed, the Land of the Rising Sun hoped that Germany would take advantage of the moment and attack Russia. In principle, this was realistic, and advantageous to Germany. Russia could also be opposed by its ally Austria-Hungary, with whom interests in the Balkans clashed. Turkey, historically offended by Russia, and also under Germany's financial control, could also enter the war. It is also possible that Italy, which was part of the Triple Alliance and could lay claim to the rich Ukrainian lands, would enter the war. In any case, Tsarist Russia would be in a bad way. Even if it lost in an alliance with the Entente, a war on two fronts would end in disaster. The chances of France entering the battle were small, since at that time Britain was against Russia. In general, of course, this was a big miscalculation of the Kaiser, who missed such a chance. It is possible that after the outbreak of the First World War, the main strategic miscalculation was the Fritzes' offensive against Belgium and France. Perhaps if they had begun an invasion of Russia with all their forces, the situation with Poland in 1939 would have been repeated. Fortunately, the Germans were overconfident, choosing a war on two fronts.
  Unlike many of her compatriots, Vedmakova was lucky: she managed to read Mein Kaif, and in the original. Of course, Hitler was right when he said that it was necessary to either be with Britain against Russia, or with Russia against Britain. And quite logically, the future Fuhrer criticized those who tried to drag Bismarck's corpse into the light.
  Hitler actually rejected any possibility of any union with Russia, especially when the Bolsheviks came to power, and believed that Russian lands should become German colonies.
  So, he was definitely an enemy of Russia, and any agreement for the Fuhrer was a simple piece of paper. Moreover, Stalin is an idiot, who missed such a strong blow to the open chin, although he was obliged to prepare to repel the blow and bring the troops to combat readiness. Or what is even better, to give it to him himself! The German army was also not ready for the offensive impulse of the Soviet army. They would have had a hard time, we could have simply surrounded and destroyed the German troops in cauldrons. And what is this war! But the initiative passed to the Wehrmacht. And the front flowed from the West to the East. It is not clear what Stalin was counting on? And Beria is a son of a bitch. She knows his bald head well. Why didn't he warn Stalin? Why didn't he persuade him to take action? How did this happen? After all, the People's Commissar is a cunning man and did not trust anyone! After all, there really was serious intelligence data, the troops of the Third Reich were pulling up to the border, and every second granny predicted war. In general, there was a feeling that something inexorable and terrible was approaching!
  And only Stalin and his entourage were twiddling their thumbs, as if they were deliberately wanting to lose and kill millions of people. And anyway, the mustachioed Georgian is not such a genius... He failed to finish the seminary, and as Beria confessed to her, he often drinks. And when the war started, he went into a rage... And now the whole world has turned against Russia! And here, of course, Stalin's inflexible policy 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 the Chechens to Kazakhstan. And this was done during the war, when every carriage counted! Because of this, by the way, Meinstein managed, despite the significant numerical superiority of the Soviet army, to carry out a counterattack and defeat the Red troops. Due to the lack of trains, reinforcements were not transferred in time, the supply of Soviet troops was disrupted, and as a result, the offensive fizzled out. But if our troops were in Kyiv now, and maybe even in Romania, Britain and the USA might not risk betraying the USSR!
  Besides, who almost killed Hitler? Thereby pushing the Third Reich to 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, it was caused by the need to avoid a split in the International. Now it has led to the opposite effect, Russia's enemies have united. And historical enemies! Her Vedmakova herself must be told that she was very surprised that Churchill made a sensational speech on June 24, announcing his support for the USSR. It is strange that a sheep came to a wolf for an alliance, if of course the British lion can be compared to a sheep. Stalin, however, is a typical wolf! Now everything has returned to normal, capitalist democrats and capitalist fascists together! But the communists are united and honest, without compromises with conscience! Maybe this is what Stalin was trying to achieve? In any case, the enemy forces have multiplied, and in the east, Japan has shown its mouth. But, in general, the move of the leadership of the Lands of the Rising Sun is logical: it is necessary to shut the throats of the military dissatisfied with huge territorial concessions and actual capitulation, promise new battles and lands. If the USA had not imposed sanctions on July 24, or rather a blockade against Japan, then perhaps the samurai would have struck the USSR in August, without waiting for winter! The Japanese are a brave people and it is unlikely that they would have been stopped by the memory of Khalkhin Gol, where, by the way, secondary troops fought, including the puppet troops of the Manchurian Imperial Government!
  And this could have put Moscow at risk of falling... Although Stalin would probably have preferred to give up all of Siberia to Moscow. He would have simply left cover there, counting on the fact that the harsh taiga winter would not give the Japanese the opportunity to advance too far and join up with the Germans in the Urals or Volga region.
  And then, of course, there would have been problems... Hitler failed near Moscow and made a miscalculation by declaring war on the USA without obliging Japan to reciprocate with regard to the USSR. Hitler was not distinguished by logic at all, with his brutal anti-Semitism, turning the main financial elite and even the Vatican against himself. 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 was already some destruction here. The border post is still sticking out.
  And Japanese infantry, as well as several light tankettes with 20-mm automatic cannons and two machine guns each. Against 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 tied up in the west. In addition, a couple of armored cars and mortars transported on open-top vehicles are visible. It must be said that these are good mortars, despite the small caliber...
  Vedmakova hesitated: what to do? There are a lot of Japanese, and it seems they need to turn onto a country road. Or maybe they should fire a burst at the slant-eyed ones?
  It's already getting dark, clouds have covered the sky, rain is coming. Of course, you can take a risk, especially considering how crowded the Japanese are, the infantry is standing, gathered in dense ranks. There's a whole regiment of them here, yellow-faced soldiers, quite nasty, it's not a pity to kill them.
  The witch crossed herself, muttering:
  - God grant that we may kill more samurai!
  Two large-caliber 12-millimeter machine guns lashed out at the narrow-eyed creatures. A total massacre began. The girl even sang:
  We will fight the enemy to the end,
  The soldiers' exploits are countless!
  Russians have always known how to fight,
  Don't give up when trouble comes!
  12 mm is a large and sharp cartridge, it pierces bodies right through, and sometimes several Japanese at a time. Vedmakova controlled the weapon with the help of hydraulic drives, which the Japanese borrowed from aviation. In the first seconds, the fighters of the Empire of the Rising Sun did not even understand what was happening and where the attack came from. They simply fell, releasing streams of blood from their stomachs and chests. So unexpected was the arrival of death in this seemingly serene world. Although no, the last statement is more like a mockery.
  Vedmakova managed to mow down several ranks before the enemy reacted and began to scatter. The pilot continued shooting, simultaneously moving the armored car so as not to come under fire from tankettes. Still, an aircraft cannon can penetrate even such armor. However, this also depends on the initial velocity of the projectile; on tankettes it is still greater than on fighter cannons.
  While the pilot was lucky, the Japanese did not immediately figure out who was sending them death, especially since a spring rain began to fall, 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 vault of heaven trembled!
  The hordes of the Sultan sweep by,
  It's as if the Antichrist has risen!
  
  War is merciless, evil,
  Like a hawk she descended upon Rus'!
  My land is grey in wounds,
  Save my mother, I pray to God!
  
  How cruel the world is, that's terrible,
  The child fell and was torn to pieces!
  They gave birth, straining with pain,
  So decided the evil Thunderer!
  
  God knows no measure in his anger,
  He brought down misfortunes upon the human race!
  And every living person suffers,
  Only grief counts victories!
  
  Russia is all covered in blood,
  How cruel you are, Almighty!
  Where did your mission go?
  Is Christ really the third one, the odd one out?
  
  Why do you need Ada and Eve?
  He expelled them from paradise for their misdeed!
  The hour of the cannibal has come,
  With a raid tougher than Mamai!
  
  The girls shed tears here,
  The Germans killed the parents!
  She is barefoot, and it is freezing,
  Severe, all the rivers have frozen!
  
  Nobody pities us people,
  Sometimes midges and sometimes snakes bite us!
  Sometimes an idea comes to mind,
  That the cup of suffering is full to the brim!
  
  It is futile to hope in God,
  Of course it doesn't hurt him!
  But it"s better to live poorly and in poverty,
  But here we said - enough!
  
  Our banners are those of communism,
  Which means no reference to my uncle!
  I can't stand fascism,
  Our ethic is simple: enough is enough!
  
  Hope for calloused hands,
  To the mind that is in the head!
  Will leads us to achievements,
  Skill, enthusiasm in the fist!
  
  And so, measuring out the steps,
  Find your way to freedom and happiness!
  We will become red gods,
  No one can bend us!
  Vedmakova sang and fired from machine guns, shooting the narrow-eyed ones who had already managed to run away and lie down. But then her luck changed, several Japanese officers apparently realized what was going on and threw several grenades at the armored car. Vedmakova felt the hull shudder. However, the Japanese grenades were fragmentation ones and did not penetrate the armor, which was apparently designed to withstand machine gun bursts of up to 14 millimeters.
  The witch giggled:
  - And so, in a stubborn battle, a stray bullet-fool! It got fat, suddenly became smarter and hit the target more often!
  The machine guns in the armored personnel carrier are fed by a belt. This provides a large supply of bullets, and water cooling is also supplied, which allows for a longer firing period. Therefore, the warrior unceremoniously cut down the Japanese who were throwing grenades at her. But it seemed that the other soldiers noticed this. Grenades started flying again. A roar was heard. It seemed that one of the grenades was heavy, about a kilogram in weight, and was an anti-tank weapon. The Japanese had already been supplied with such blanks. Weak against the Chevrons and T-34s, but it was possible to penetrate the armored car! Vedmakova was showered with dust through the pierced side. The girl cursed:
  - Yes, Japan is small, but it causes big trouble!
  The armored car began to move, and a couple of fragmentation grenades flew inside, where they exploded.
  The shrapnel caught Vedmakov, ripping his uniform. To top it off, the punctured gas tank burst into flames. The girl cursed again:
  - Not a machine - a general! I would shit all over you!
  She had to, having mowed down a couple dozen more, jump out of the cabin. The girl did it unnoticed by the Japanese soldiers and crawled. She was not worried about herself; she was wearing the uniform of the army of the Land of the Rising Sun. And in the dark and in the rain, her face was not very distinguishable. Now she needed to get off the highway and disappear into the bushes.
  The girl crawled quite quickly and stumbled upon corpses a couple of times. She muttered contentedly:
  - I gave the samurai a hard time! Now I just have to save them myself!
  The warrior dived into the bushes and, rising, walked. To hell with them, maybe they won't get in. Actually, she had fought decently and thought that her feat: most likely they wouldn't believe her, otherwise maybe who knows they would have given her another hero's star!
  War is a strange thing, you kill people and it is not just normal, but valor. As the Bible says, by the way - do not kill! However, God commanded not just to kill, but to exterminate the Amalekians, their wives, children, and even livestock! Although even during war, the extermination of civilians is considered immoral and vile.
  However, the Western allies bombed not only and not so much military targets as civilians. This was partly due to the low accuracy of high-altitude bombers, which made it difficult to hit purely military targets, but the main thing was revenge. Japan also got a hard time from the US. And they had nothing to respond with! They simply did not have aircraft with such a range to get the Yankees!
  Apparently the Americans considered revenge for Peru Harbor sufficient, or rather the highest financial elite decided to act pragmatically, and at the same time put an end to Mao's Red Army. Japan was left with Manchuria as a staging area 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 would be possible to rake in all of China. And let the Land of the Rising Sun bleed to death in the war with the USSR. What is most interesting here is that the Japanese probably expect, having defeated Russia, to once again get even with America using the help of Germany and the USA, they are thinking of tearing Siberia and other lands from exhausted Japan.
  Each side thinks that they acted very cleverly, especially since America and Britain gained control of huge territories without firing a single shot. Otherwise, they would have had to fight for them long and tediously, which would have taken at least several years, because these are islands after all!
  Vedmakova walked, hoping to cross the front line. It was quite possible to slip through the gap and join her people. And maybe even take some of the samurai prisoner. Well, this was near the most advanced positions of the Soviet army. Otherwise, it would be hard to drag.
  . 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 of a strengthened communist empire and further expansion of Bolshevism. And for Russia under Germany, this is an expansion of its spheres of influence and the opportunity to suck all the juices from the rich Lands. But here is what the French oligarchs really lost when they lost to Germany: they had to share a little with Hitler, but they kept most of their wealth, and it even became easier to exploit workers - the Germans crushed the trade unions. What did the oligarchs in the Baltics lose? Consider all their capital, and those who did not manage to escape, their 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 relatively easily was the significantly lower percentage of Jews both in the population as a whole and in 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 to the population of Germany than the English!
  Vishu became a puppet under the Wehrmacht, and the Germans rode through Paris playing harmonicas. Hitler began preparing an invasion of England, without bothering to put the economy on a war footing and use the resources of conquered Europe. This cost him dearly, as did his unwillingness to negotiate with the English, with the rejection of anti-Semitism. The latter, perhaps, would have allowed the Fuhrer to unleash all his forces for the war against the USSR, and attack back in May. True, peace with Britain could have pushed Stalin to declare mobilization. It would have been a signal that, supposedly, the enemy was already at the door.
  Or not, and then perhaps it would have affected the US position towards Japan. They would not have provoked the Land of the Rising Sun, and the mighty empire could have opened a second front! That is what happened now. Only in an even worse situation, when the USSR army is almost defeated, the production of weapons has not yet been established, and they have not yet learned how to fight!
  It's not 1941 now - Soviet troops have gained combat experience, learned to fight and win! So now they are not afraid of heavy tanks and planes with seven firing points on one machine!
  A lonely Japanese man stands near a tree. Just an ordinary yellow dummy.
  The witch jumped up behind him. She jerked her head up and then spun it around... When you jerk the enemy's "pot" up, the neck muscles can no longer effectively resist and the "head" easily curls up!
  Well, what's one less samurai! Vedmakova looks cheerful and happy, even bares her teeth:
  - Japan will never conquer us! Because there is a fighter like me!
  Indeed, in all of history, only the Mongol-Tatars were able to conquer Rus'! Why this happened and why the great Slavic nation turned out to be helpless is certainly a mystery for more than one generation!
  The main reason is feudal fragmentation, when everyone took his own plot: he kept chickens and sat in them, guarding his lot: out of work!
  Vedmakova felt that the tight and uncomfortable Japanese boots were rubbing her feet. The pilot decided that in this case there was no point in enduring the torment. She simply threw off the blunt-nosed, restricting and pressing "blocks" on her toes. She felt the coolness of the night, the native land with her bare feet and felt much more cheerful! She quickened her pace and even began to jump a little!
  The division of the Russians 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, a small town before that, began to grow and even turned into a small empire of sorts. Ivan Kalita became the gatherer of the Russian lands. He was the first and not the most successful, but the main thing is the first! And as it sounds in the Bolshevik song: it is better to be dead - than second!
  Stalin is not Russian, that is his main drawback! Hence the mistrust of the titular nation, and the mass, unjustified repressions! So give the pig horns, and the chump a kingdom!
  Chuchmek on the throne and Rus' in the fold!
  For example, both Tukhachevsky and Yegorov were quite capable marshals, which, by the way, can be said about the other repressed commanders! You can't compare them to the mustachioed monkey! That's why we got into trouble!
  However, how did it really happen that Stalin managed to become a sovereign ruler? An illiterate Georgian was made God!
  The Russian people should be ruled by a Russian tsar! By the way, the Romanovs 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 there was less chance of ruining the empire because of a fool's heir. For centuries, the Japanese did not wage wars of conquest, but actively fought 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 it's not the 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 governance, not everything is right either! For example, the people do not choose the head of state as a result of an alternative expression of will, but what happens is... It must be said that the creation of the headquarters and the granting of emergency powers to it was not provided for by either the legislation or the constitution. And regarding the abilities of the half-educated seminarian, she personally had great doubts! As, incidentally, did Beria: a cunning man, but poorly educated with an extremely narrow outlook and erudition!
  But the front line is even closer, flashes are visible ahead, and the rumble has become even louder. It's time to find a tongue and.... Vedmakova noticed a detachment of crawling Japanese. Now she needs to carefully sit on their tail. Approximately in the same style as she attacked the Ju-188, a very fast bomber, which is not even easy to catch up with a fast MiG. By the way, Lags are not particularly maneuverable at all and in this respect are no better than Focken-Wulfs! Well, here are the samurai approaching the trench, they look like battering rams crawling to an oil puddle. There are a lot of Japanese, you need to act carefully here... Here is the captain of the army of the Land of the Rising Sun, a muzzle like a marmot. He is shouting something, energetically waving his fists and a dagger.
  Vedmakova patiently waited for the samurai to rise to the attack, then hit him on the back of the head with the butt of her rifle. However, she calculated the blow so that the "Jap" would not die right away. And then she fired a burst from her submachine gun at the Japanese running to the attack! Yelling:
  - Cunning in war is like a sail on a ship, but it inflates it, not her!
  Boy Oleg and girl Margarita fight in Stalingrad. They will stand in this city like titans.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks about twelve years old. And the boy throws a grenade with his bare foot.
  He throws the fascists aside and says:
  - Glory to the great Motherland!
  Margarita also fires a well-aimed burst. She mows down the fascists and sings:
  - Glory to Stalin and the sun of communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko fires and adds:
  - Glory to the heroes!
  The girl shoots, mows down the fascists. Throws a grenade with her bare foot and squeals:
  - And glory to the great Motherland for centuries!
  So the boy and the girl really got into a serious fight. They shoot at the fascists and throw grenades.
  The boy's bare foot throws a killer present. The boy says with wild fury:
  - We will torment everyone!
  Margarita, shooting and mowing down the enemy, squeals:
  - And there will be the devil's haymaking!
  And the girl throws a gift of death with her bare foot. Such a warrior, capable of really mowing down entire troops.
  A boy and a girl fight in Stalingrad. They are real heroes. And knights full of brave spirit.
  What did Hitler think, that after the catastrophe of 1941 the Russians had learned nothing?
  A fig to you! The Red Army is ready to confront the monsters of the "E" series, let them bear it: 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 the girl fight, so that the fascists get hit by them like glass from a sledgehammer.
  Children are immortal and fear nothing. What are these fascists to them? Just another set of rabbits to bait!
  Oleg Rybachenko sang with a roar:
  - Oh, Hitler, oh Hitler, you goat, Hitler,
  Why did you go after Russia, you ass...
  You'll get it from us in the neck -
  You'll 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 am a young fighter of the super class!
  And again the boy gives a burst.
  And then the girl shoots. She hits accurately and hits hard. And she sings:
  - I will crush all the fascists and make Adolf lose weight!
  And again the girl is in full passion of extermination. She keeps shooting and shooting.
  And from the bare foot a grenade flies again. It hits the fascists. Scatters them like pins from a ball.
  Margarita sings:
  - A strong blow, extremely accurate,
  The coolest Povetkin flies into the ring!
  Oleg Rybachenko, while firing, readily confirmed:
  - Povetkin is a worthy specimen, and he doesn"t run away from strong opponents!
  After which the boy throws a grenade with his bare foot again, and smashes the fascists like bottles and cobblestones.
  And how cleverly they do it, the Nazis collide. And what did they want? They shouldn't have interfered with the USSR.
  There is only one thing that annoys Oleg Rybachenko. The US has already broken away from the Germans, and Russia will have to pay for them.
  The boy, throwing a grenade with his bare foot again, sang:
  - Don't play the fool America,
  Give us Alaska now...
  This is our land on two banks -
  It is not for nothing that the bear is a fierce beast!
  And Oleg Rybachenko fired again... He mowed down the fascists. And again the boy's bare toes clutch a grenade and throw it at the enemy. They scatter him in different directions.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to Russia!
  Margarita threw the grenade with her bare foot again 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 the killer gift with her bare foot.
  Oleg Rybachenko logically noted:
  - The USSR needs a break! Although the Third Reich made better use of it!
  And the children started shooting again...
  The Germans at Stalingrad and in Stalingrad itself experienced a terrible hell.
  But in fact, they leave with what they came with.
  More precisely, they die. The fight is so bloody and holy and just.
  Oleg Rybachenko, however, thinks during the battle that people are sometimes too naive. Sometimes they make a genius out of Stalin, sometimes out of Lukashenko. But for Belarus of the twenty-first century, making a cult of personality out of a collective farmer is quite scary. It's high time to become smarter.
  And elect a new, young, progressive leader. And not demonstrate the level of intelligence of a baby in a sandbox.
  The best way to describe Lukashenko is with this joke:
  When everything in Belarus gets more expensive, what is the cheapest?
  Promises from President Lukashenko!
  Why?
  Because they are worth nothing!
  It's a shame for Belarusians who still vote for such a dictator. But it's high time they got smart and showed that they are a European people. For example, in Russia Putin managed to win respect for himself by annexing Crimea without firing a shot.
  But this is because of his phenomenal luck. Putin has a lot of luck. For example, he was lucky that during the visit of the Israeli Prime Minister, an unpleasant episode occurred with his wife in Kyiv. Yes, again a manifestation of phenomenal luck. But so little real return! And what if Tsar Nicholas had such phenomenal luck. More precisely, he did have it, by 1935 Russia had already taken over half the world.
  And what next... Tsar Nicholas planned the flight into space for May 28, 1935, right on his birthday. The very first flight in the entire history of mankind of a Russian female cosmonaut.
  And in this world, while the USSR is busy surviving.
  The battles in Stalingrad are roughly similar to the real history of 1942. Only this time the enemy is much stronger. Both in numbers due to colonial troops and technologically.
  It is especially difficult in the skies of Soviet Russia. The fascists have a lot of powerful jet planes. And it is not so easy to resist this.
  Here are German pilots Albina and Alvina collecting bills for themselves. They are great specialists in this matter.
  How, for example, can you stop German girls in bikinis with bare legs?
  Oleg Rybachenko feels these girls.
  Throws another grenade with his bare toes. Scatters the fascists in all directions and says:
  - The big heart of Russia!
  And the boy-terminator fires very aggressively. Every bullet hits the target. And the Arabs, and the blacks, and the Indians are attacking. A huge crowd is coming.
  The boy genius throws a grenade with his bare foot again, collides with two large German tanks and takes off:
  The samurai sword is with you,
  Heart and mind are pure...
  He boldly leads the attack -
  The path of beauty!
  Margarita, shooting at the enemy, took and fired at the fascists from a bazooka and squealed:
  - Extraordinary beauty!
  And the warrior threw a very destructive gift of death with her bare toes. She crushed her opponents. Then again with her bare toes she threw wild destruction again. And two fascist tanks collided. Even sparks and smoke rained down and fell!
  Oleg exclaimed:
  - What a great girl, eternal girl!
  Margarita threw a new lethal lemon with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - We are eternal children on the Milky Way!
  The boy-terminator nodded and continued the battle himself. Everything is going according to plan. More precisely, so far so good. And the fascists won't break through on their section.
  So no matter how hard the Nazis try, they will only choke on their own blood.
  And their tanks will turn into scrap metal! And the Russian flag will shine over the planet!
  Oleg Rybachenko acts with great energy. He throws grenades with his bare feet and sings:
  - We will always have joy,
  There will be a bright dream...
  And beauty will come -
  The hustle and bustle will go away!
  The boy genius acts with an activity that increases in proportion to the influx of Germans with fury.
  Margarita acts as number two. But the girl's bare feet throw grenades more and more actively.
  And the fascists fall under its blows.
  Oleg Rybachenko also shoots... But his thoughts jump, returning 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 subjected to a yoke and tolerate the dictatorship of the individual.
  And if only the president were some kind of superman! But as it is, he is a collective farmer, and without a legal father. And he allows himself to be pushed around by them for so many years.
  And what"s more, there are still narrow-minded people who vote for him.
  Oleg Rybachenko even composed some ditties.
  Tell me, friends, until when,
  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. Indeed, stagnation is fraught with bad consequences.
  Moreover, Lukashenko himself does not know what he wants. Sometimes he is right, sometimes left. Sometimes he goes to capitalism, sometimes to socialism. And he does not have a normal team. And he does not have his own party or 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 does not even know whether he is right or left!
  No, without 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 bogeyman.
  Optimal governance did not work out. And under Brezhnev there was insanity - how could someone like him be put in charge of the USSR? And in his youth Brezhnev was not an intellectual, and in his old age he became insane. And in general it is shameful that the head of state could not string two words together without a piece of paper. But he should have been able to do such things!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a lethal double grenade with his bare foot and sang:
  - But live as before,
  But live according to Brezhnev!
  I'm mute, mute, I can't!
  And don't talk nonsense!
  Margarita threw an explosive packet with her bare toes. She scattered the fascists like apples shaken off a branch.
  The girl sang:
  - Apple trees are in bloom,
  Soloviev's tunes...
  I'll come to you -
  There will be re-recordings!
  The girl smiled widely and dazzlingly. Her teeth were like pearls, they sparkled so much.
  Yes, this couple fights very well.
  Oleg Rybachenko took it and sang:
  - Our steel fists,
  claws, teeth and fangs...
  They're just itching for a real fight!
  And again the boy-terminator shoots very accurately. And drops of blood fall from the Nazis.
  No, there will be no mercy. The enemies will drown.
  Meanwhile, Natasha and her team are fighting in Sukhumi.
  The Nazis storm the coast. The battle is, of course, very unequal.
  But girls. When they are almost naked, it's super!
  Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot, mowed down a dozen fascists and sang:
  - The future of the world is ours,
  We girls are like Jedi!
  Zoya also launched a grenade with her bare foot. She scattered the Nazis and confidently squealed:
  - I am what can bury everyone in the grave!
  Next up is Aurora, also a girl, who when she hits, is not like hitting a fly.
  The red-haired devil just went and buzzed:
  - I am the color of a fox, and of the greatest beauty!
  And again she will take it with her bare foot and throw away the gift of death! Now that's a girl who really is what you need.
  And then Svetlana hits us! And scatters and crushes everyone, as if devils from all over hell had possessed her.
  Yes, the girls here are of course so grinning that they would knock off any jaw without any problem.
  And if necessary, even half of the head!
  Natasha shoots at the enemy and roars:
  - I am such a tough warrior that even a bull wouldn't go up against me! I'll break his head!
  Zoya confidently confirmed:
  - I'll break your horns too!
  And a girl's bare foot throws a grenade. And two Hitler's tanks just collide.
  And then Aurora hits. And also with her bare foot she launches a killer.
  And he will roar:
  - Glory to Stalin, let him become smarter!
  Aurora is really evil. What is it like to fight on two fronts? After all, it basically means suicide.
  And why did Stalin bring Russia to this?
  The girl will once again launch a lethal gift of death with her bare toes and squeak:
  - Glory to the new leader!
  Well, that's right! Stalin even has a low forehead. And that's a sign of low intelligence.
  Svetlana shoots herself. And throws a grenade with her bare feet. Scatters her 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 Fritzes won't take them.
  Four girls is a huge force. And the main thing is that they are in only panties.
  And this gives them a tremendous ability to fight.
  Natasha is firing. African warriors are moving like an avalanche, even Indians and Arabs.
  The Germans use them as cannon fodder. Without any pity or regret, using them in battles. And of course, they take them by numbers.
  Sukhumi has already been cut off by land. And this is very bad. Soon we will run out of ammunition and have to retreat.
  But for now the girls still don't want to give in. They dream of victory. Even though the forces are unequal. And Moscow is surrounded.
  This worries Natasha. She throws a grenade with her bare foot. She tears apart the enemies and sings:
  - If the capital will stand!
  Zoya also threw an explosive packet with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - The river of Russia will never dry up!
  And she pounded the enemy with all the barrels of a homemade recoilless rifle with ferocity.
  And destroyed a couple of tanks...
  And now the stormtroopers are starting to press from above.
  So what if they are reactive?
  Aurora fired a flare gun. Hit a German car. Made it fall.
  After which the red-haired beast cooed:
  - Communism without borders!
  Then Svetlana started firing. And she mowed down the black fighters. And then, as if with a bare foot, she threw a grenade.
  And he will roar:
  - Glory to the new gods!
  Natasha fired at the enemy and squeaked:
  - To the Russian gods!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, the plane explodes.
  These are terminator girls. If they fight, then no one can handle them.
  Zoya also throws something at the enemy that kills any force. And something that destroys the enemy. And the warrior, baring her teeth, squeals:
  - Planes in the coffin!
  And bare toes throw again the gift of death.
  And then Aurora will throw a lemon at the enemy. She will start roaring:
  - The future is ours!
  Svetlana, baring her teeth, said:
  - For communism and new achievements!
  And again, like throwing a grenade with his bare foot. And he'll kill everyone. Well, if not everyone, then at least some of them.
  The fascists have reached into the jug. And that's their problem. Here you can see the Jagdtiger self-propelled gun. An outdated machine, but very lethal. A young pioneer boy crawls up to it. And slips a mine under it.
  And the self-propelled gun explodes trivially.
  The boy sticks out his tongue and sings:
  - Let's drink to the Motherland, let's drink to Stalin!
  Let's drink and pour again!
  We pioneers will kill Hitler!
  The fascists are getting it. Although it is hard for the Red Army. The city of Grozny is surrounded by the Nazis, but they are still fighting in it. The girls are at their best here too.
  Here Tamara is fighting. She is in a bathing suit and barefoot. And the weather is hot and it is more convenient for a girl. The beauty is firing. With her bare foot she launches explosive packages at the fascists and sings:
  - Hitler will soon get nails in his coffin,
  It will burn like a spider in a fire...
  Demons will torment in the underworld -
  Those who worshiped Satan!
  And again, a very deadly grenade flies from the beauty"s bare heel and destroys the fascists.
  Maria says with a laugh:
  - Grenades will kill!
  And he pats Tamara on the shoulder. Two girls are fighting, and above is a bullet-riddled Red Flag.
  The girls are barefoot and almost naked, but they do not intend to surrender the Soviet city.
  Maria sang a merry song. And at the same time she led a merciless and deadly fire;
   There are many great people,
  Whose deeds live for centuries, There are many great names, That are called immortal.
  
  Many fairy-tale heroes Preserved the melody of epics, But the simplest of all heroes And dear to us all - one.
  
  Among the mountains he spent his childhood, Watched the flight of birds, Received from the mountains as an inheritance The beauty of eagle wings.
  
  His name, thundering, Ran across the ocean, Became close and familiar To the workers of all countries.
  
  On the mainland of China, Dear to all hearts, This name proclaims Peace to the fantasies, the end - to palaces.
  
  Stalin is the banner of happiness, The dawn of humanity! Let beloved Stalin live Many, many long years!
  The girls sang well. Veronica and Victoria joined Maria and Tamara.
  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 squeals:
  - 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 that is above glory!
  . CHAPTER #6
  Victoria, shooting at opponents, and grinning while firing:
  - For the future expanses of communism!
  And four beauties, almost naked and barefoot, laugh.
  They are such eagle girls of the highest order.
  Mirabela and Anastasia fight in the sky too. And they also put brains into the fascists.
  Mirabella, smiling, chirps:
  Everything will be fine in the world,
  Love your homeland passionately!
  And again, with bare toes, through the open window, he throws a grenade. And hits the fascists. Another downed car falls.
  This is a trick - you have to hit it like that.
  Anastasia says with a laugh:
  - Lenin would praise you!
  Mirabela shot down a couple of German vehicles with one burst and noted:
  - Stalin too, without a doubt!
  Anastasia cut down three Hitlerite planes and confirmed:
  - Without a doubt!
  The girls are such aces. And most importantly, they are beautiful. They have heat and at the same time cold calculation.
  Mirabela, while shooting down another plane, noted:
  - Everything in our world is relative...
  Anastasia giggled and muttered angrily:
  - No unnecessary philosophy!
  And she also opened the window and threw a grenade with her bare foot. This time the ME-262 exploded.
  Mirabela nodded in agreement.
  - You did a great job!
  Anastasia, baring her teeth, added:
  - What I did, I did!
  And both warriors burst out laughing. And winked at each other.
  Yes, the heroism is impressive.
  In the summer of 1946, fierce battles broke out for the city on the Volga. A female sniper battalion under the command of Captain Alena Ogurtsova took up a defensive position in the ruins on Voldarsky Street. Girls with machine guns and rifles, tied with bundles of grenades, hid behind the ruins.
  Alena herself is wearing a spotted tunic on her naked body, short pants, and barefoot. A beautiful and shapely girl, with strong hips, a thin waist, and a short, half-boxed haircut. Her face is very expressive, with a masculine chin and wide-set blue eyes. Her light brown hair has turned grey from dust, she has high breasts and a stern look. Captain Alena has been fighting for more than two years and, despite her youth, has seen a lot. The girl's legs are all covered in abrasions and bruises. The girl is more agile in walking barefoot than in rough and clumsy boots.
  The bare sole feels the slightest vibration of the soil, warns of the proximity of a mine, and Mother Earth herself adds endurance. The girl's feet, on the one hand, have become rough, and are not afraid of hot metal or sharp rubble of ruins, but on the other hand, they have not lost sensitivity and flexibility, warning through the roar of the movement of tanks.
  Sweet Alenka holds a grenade with an explosive package attached. We need to crawl to the menacing German tank "Lion", watering the streets with machine guns.
  Maria is crawling next to her. She is also barefoot, as all the girls in the battalion did, having lost their boots, imitating their commander. Her dusty soles are worn down when the girl crawls on all fours. Maria's yellow hair is dirty, and long... A little curly. The girl herself is slender, thin, and short. She can even be mistaken for a girl, with narrow shoulders and a seemingly large head.
  But Maria had already experienced a lot. She had managed to be in fascist captivity, having survived cruel torture, and in the mines, from where she managed to escape by some incomprehensible miracle. But looking at her childish, tender face, you would never guess that they beat her on the heels with rubber truncheons, or passed electricity through her body.
  Maria shoots... A soldier of the Third Reich, in this case an Arab, falls dead, his muzzle kicking up sand and rubble.
  Alenka pushes a bunch of grenades under a pile of garbage. Now a ninety-ton "Lion" will crawl here and blow it up. The girl's blue eyes sparkle like sapphires on her face, darkened by sunburn and dust.
  Experience tells me that a well-protected tank will change its position now. The "Lion" has 100 mm of side armor, and it's sloped. T-34s can't penetrate it, only heavy Keveshkas have a chance. But the tracks are a target. The main thing is to deprive the vehicle of mobility...
  Anyuta fires a burst from a machine gun... A soldier, of unknown nationality, falls. The Germans, having conquered most of the Eastern Hemisphere, are saving Aryan blood and throwing colonial troops into battle: Arabs, Africans, Indians, various Asians, and Europeans. The number of Poles has also increased - who have been taught from the cradle to hate Bolshevik Russia. Ukrainian nationalists, Don Cossacks, Chechens, and the entire Caucasian Khaganate are fighting here. Hitler has raised a whole international.
  There are many enemies...
  Anyuta deftly dodges the machine gun burst. The bullet almost split the girl's round heel, blackened with dust. The beautiful captain even felt a tickle from how close the large-caliber present flew. The girl crossed herself, whispering:
  - Even a bullet won't stop us!
  Maria shoots back... Another girl, Alla, is a very red-haired girl, taller than average, and muscular, despite her meager rations. She is also a very pretty girl, with luxurious hips, a toned waist, unfemininely broad shoulders, and high breasts.
  Alla is fighting in her panties, her tunic is torn to shreds and crumbled into dust, and new uniforms are not being delivered across the Volga. God grant that more ammunition and a little food can be sent to the exhausted Soviet troops.
  So Alla is almost naked, her legs are scratched, especially her knees. A piece of shrapnel got into the sole of her right foot, and it hurts, it is hard to walk.
  Red-haired, dusty, almost naked Alla twists her pretty, but at the same time tough face. The girl, shooting, says:
  - Above us is the Lord, Moscow and Stalin!
  And she cuts down the attacking Nazis, barely managing to roll away.
  Because of the ruins and narrow streets, it is difficult for the formidable German tanks to turn around. The almost two-hundred-ton "Mauses" cannot pass at all...
  As Anyuta had expected, "Lev" drove a little and ran into a pile of garbage. There was an explosion. The track burst, and a couple of damaged rollers flew off.
  The wounded tank stopped and a shell flew out of its barrel...
  Somewhere in the distance there was a rumble, disappearing into the ruins. Anyuta, like a snake, hissed:
  - This is my calculation! We opened an account...
  The girl captain is forced to crawl away again. The Germans and their satellites cannot use their technical advantage in the rubble. Due to the stubborn Hitler, the hordes of the Third Reich are stuck in positional battles in a fairly large and well-fortified city.
  Maria throws a grenade. Forcing the wounded Germans or Arabs to do somersaults, turning over. One of the Hitlerite fighters has his arm torn off, and an English watch with a compass hangs on it.
  Maria says with a smile:
  - What the compass shows you is the path to hell!
  And a beautiful girl shakes a piece of stuck ceramic off her dusty heel.
  Alla also shakes off the dust from her firm, full breasts. Her nipples are almost black from the dirt, and they itch. And try washing. Again, you have to bury yourself when the German submachine guns are firing. And crawl on your belly.
  The girls' battalion holds its positions, although there is artillery shelling. Heavy shells are exploding, and bombs are falling from the sky... But nothing will break the courage of the Soviet heroines.
  Here Anyuta sees a "Panther" crawling by. Well, this tank is not so scary anymore.
  You can punch it in the side. The girl sneezed and spat out the dust that was getting into her graceful mouth. She took a grenade in her hand, weighted with an explosive package. She had to crawl up unnoticed. But there was so much smoke around.
  Anyuta began to move closer, pushing her bare toes and elbows against the drain. She resembled a cat tracking a mouse. The girl remembered the war from that terrible summer of 1941, when the Wehrmacht treacherously invaded the USSR. Was it scary for a girl, almost a child? At first, yes, but then you get used to it. And you perceive the constant shell explosions as an ordinary noise.
  And now it exploded very close. The girl landed on her stomach. The fragments flew overhead like a flock of wild bees. Anyuta whispered with cracked lips:
  - In the name of justice, Lord!
  The girl speeds up her crawl and throws a grenade with an attached explosive package. The gift flies in an arc. There is an explosion, the thinner side armor of the "Panther" gives way. The German tank starts to burn, the combat package detonates.
  Anyuta whispers with a smile:
  - Thank you, O Almighty Jesus! You alone do I believe in! You alone do I pray to!
  The Panther is blown apart. The torn-off, long barrel buries itself in the rubble. The frontal armor, torn away from the side armor, resembles a scoop.
  Anyuta, whose eyes sparkle like cornflowers on her face, brown from dust and sunburn, says:
  - The more oak trees the enemy has, the stronger our defense!
  Alla is very sexy in her black panties and naked, dusty, strong body. The girl is very dexterous. She can throw glass shards with her bare toes.
  Now she threw a sharp object with her graceful, dust-covered foot. And it sank right into the fascist's throat. Beautiful Alla began to babble:
  - And I am a sex symbol, and a symbol of death!
  The girl, after which she crawled again, shooting. Anyuta also fired.
  The beautiful captain, having cut down the fascist, chirped:
  - Life is a chain, and little things are its links...
  Maria fired, split Fritz's head open and added:
  - You can't ignore the link!
  Anyuta, having shot accurately again, croaked:
  - But you can"t dwell on the little things...
  Maria, firing accurately, added:
  - Otherwise the chain will envelop you!
  Another girl, Matryona, also very beautiful, together with the pioneer Seryozhka prepared a mine on a wire. They both pushed it... The wily bug crawled into the caterpillar of the "Tiger"-2. And how it blew up this long-barreled German machine.
  The fair-haired boy Sergei exclaimed:
  - Our Russia, a parasha for you!
  And he barely managed to jump back, flashing with his black, knocked-down heels, from the falling roof.
  Matryona stroked the boy's neck and said:
  - You are very quick!
  The young pioneer made his way to the front and joined a women's battalion. The boy was even very inventive. For example, he made airplanes to shoot down fascist attack aircraft. When Focke-Wulfs or TA-152s take off, an incredibly deafening roar is heard.
  The Germans strike to the sound of Wagner's symphony. Such a majestic melody.
  Matryona says with annoyance:
  - They are still trying to scare us!
  The young pioneer sang with pathos:
  - The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  Death will not take us under the starry sky!
  He will fight hard for Holy Rus',
  I loaded the mighty machine gun!
  Matryona, a tall, muscular girl with wide hips and shoulders, is a typical peasant woman. Her clothes were torn to shreds during the battles, her strong legs were bare, her hair was braided into two braids and was very dusty.
  Seryozhka is only eleven years old, a skinny, undernourished, scratched and dirty boy, wearing only shorts. The boy's naturally white hair has turned grey, and his ribs are visible through his thin, tanned and dirty skin. His legs are terribly bruised, and covered in burns, bruises, and blisters. True, fate protected the child from serious injuries.
  Matryona seems big and fat against his background, although the girl is not at all fat, but with strong, trained meat on her bones. Moreover, hunger seemed not to have affected her plump and large figure at all.
  A girl shoots from a heavy anti-tank rifle. You can't penetrate the German vehicles' foreheads, but you have a chance in the tracks.
  And the huge "Lion", having received a hefty explosive charge in its undercarriage, began to puff out smoke like a heavy smoker.
  Seryozhka sang with a sneer:
  - Fritz, the stinky one, without thinking, lit a cigarette at the entrance! Of course, he got into big trouble!
  Matryona, flashing her muscular, tanned calves, tap-danced with her bare, beautiful feet. The girl sang:
  - Faces of Russian saints flash from the icon... May God grant that you kill at least a thousand Fritzes! And if someone makes more noise than the fascists - believe me, no one will judge you for it!
  After which she reloaded the anti-tank rifle and fired again. The German transporter again released a stream of smoke.
  The girls' battalion inflicted significant damage on the Fritzes. But it also suffered losses. One girl was torn in half, and her face became pale despite the dust.
  Most of Stalingrad has already been captured by the Nazis, but what remains of the city does not want to give in and surrender.
  Meanwhile, Anyuta is trying to penetrate the Tiger. The powerful German machine received a grenade in the side, but did not give in. It turns around to fire from the cannon. The girl has to dig into the ground and rubble so as not to be crushed by the blast wave of the released gift.
  Anyuta quietly whispers:
  - Mom, dad, forgive me!
  Maria threw a grenade at the Tiger, it exploded on her forehead. The girl hissed:
  - About the fact that light is teaching in winter and spring... I insist without exception that Hitler is a plague-ridden bastard!
  Alla, breaking the sights of the fascists and pouring a burst of fire on them, muttered:
  - In a coffin, I saw the Fuhrer just now! And I kicked the poor guy right in the eye!
  The red-haired girl actually threw a grenade at the tank with her bare toes. It hit the barrel... An explosion followed and the barrel of the "Tiger" was mangled.
  The cowardly German took it and backed away.
  Anyuta made a nasal noise through her nostrils:
  - Ours is not inferior to yours!
  Maria cut down a Hitlerite mercenary with a bullet and sang:
  - But the villain is not joking! He twists the arms and legs of the Russians with ropes! He sinks his teeth into the very heart... He drinks the Fatherland to the bottom!
  Anyuta giggled and barked:
  - The Fuhrer is screaming wildly, tearing himself apart!
  Maria fired and added:
  - Well, and death puffs and grins!
  Here comes an even more dangerous "Stumrtiger". It destroys entire buildings and bunkers. Moreover, it does not approach the positions of Soviet troops. The machine is kept under cover by German machine gunners.
  Anyuta sees that it is impossible to get close to the Fritzes' positions. But there are Focke-Wulfs in the sky. One of these machines flies closer to the Soviet positions. The girls open fire on it.
  Alla throws a grenade and says furiously:
  - In deep death there is no forgiveness!
  After which the girl fires a burst from her machine gun. She quickly rolls away. A relatively new German tank "Panther"-2 with a small turret and a lower silhouette quickly drives up.
  Several girls throw grenades at a German car. It, having received the gifts, freezes and is unable to turn around.
  Alla whistled, hissing:
  - This is a new plague! We'll tear its jaws apart!
  Panther-2 snapped back and fired its more powerful weapon.
  A pillar of fire split the air and instantly heated and electrified 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! He established his Newton's law for the Fritzes!
  Stalingrad was completely engulfed in fires, when it seemed like tongues of fire were licking the sky and crackling purple, orange, and scarlet sparks! And each spark was like a ghost that had escaped from a hellish castle.
  Anyuta, having knocked down the German soldier, flashed her blue eyes and sang:
  - What are you whining about, you stupid old woman? Believe me, a mental hospital is crying for you!
  Maria sang in a singsong voice, firing at the fascists:
  - How nice it is to lie down on the grass and give the Fritzes a good whack on the head! Give the Fuhrer a poultice and shoot bullets from a machine gun!
  The girl giggled wildly and turned over from her stomach to her back. She made a bicycle with her legs. A grenade flew upward. A flying Focke-Wulf, having received shrapnel under the belly, quickly soared higher. Apparently, sharp shrapnel had wounded it. The fascist creature caught fire and began to lose pieces of broken wings.
  Anyuta, seeing how Fokke was losing altitude, croaked:
  - What a semaphore! There's an axe hanging on the side!
  The German plane exploded, scattering debris into all the far corners of the sky. And where did the fascist ace go? He made his last turn. It was the executioner who went to decay, not the pilot!
  Maria sneezed, scattering the dust and said:
  - To be or not to be? That's not a question!
  Alla again threw a piece of glass with her foot, so that it hit the Fritz in the eye and came out through the back of the head:
  - I am a tank armada! And you need treatment!
  The Germans and their satellites tried to advance, throwing grenades ahead of them. Such tactics did not work against the girls. Here Seryozhka turned the catapult and fired back at the enemy.
  The pioneer boy roared:
  - Santa Claus tearing Hitler's mouth apart!
  The catapult charge, having pierced the crowd of fascists, made them fly apart and turn over in the air. The Fritzes fell and were smashed against the rubble of the walls.
  The Tiger-2 tank lost its balance and collided with the Lion. Oh, Lion, where is your menacing name?
  Anyuta smiled and answered:
  - Well, Seryozhka is a good boy!
  The boy barked aggressively:
  - A pioneer is always ready!
  The girl captain started nailing again. And Matryona tickled Seryozhka's narrow foot, how hard it was! No wonder the boy is not afraid to run through the fires.
  Maria chanted:
  - Youth is good - old age is bad!
  Alla, the not despondent redhead, agreed:
  - There is nothing worse than old age! It is truly the most disgusting state of all possible!
  And the girl did a somersault. For a moment she imagined disgusting old women. No, you can't compare an old woman with a girl. And what beauty, in slender bodies.
  Alla took and sang:
  - Years flow by like a caravan,
  An old woman is grinding henna in a mortar...
  And what about my slender figure?
  I don't understand how my youth disappeared!
  Anyuta's eyes flashed, she knocked the German down with a hit to the groin and remarked:
  - No! After all, there is such a charm in war - to remain forever young! Forever drunk!
  Matryona put a new charge into the catapult. It was something like a good mortar. The girl hissed:
  - Don't pass, pass!
  Seryozhka shuffled his thin but nimble leg and barked:
  - Get the Fritzes!
  And the grenade, together with the explosive package, flew at full speed into the Nazi positions.
  Stalingrad was not given to them. The assault has been going on for three months since the end of June, but they still cannot take the city. The Nazis achieved success on other sections of the front, but not on this one.
  Anyuta fired her pistol and growled:
  - Everything is impossible, but it happens to be possible... There is no need to make the universe too complicated!
  And it hit the gas tank of the motorcycle. The car 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 fired a burst of fire at the Germans and hissed:
  - Let's play porcupine!
  Alla opened fire, more accurately. Several blacks were left lying on the spear-covered rubble:
  - Kill the enemy! - the girl whispered.
  Maria sang playfully:
  - Having painted Hitler with lipstick, Meinstein with hairspray, I will drag you away as a princess's prisoner, and my faithful dog will gnaw you to pieces!
  Anyuta, firing, hissed:
  - Come on, Adolf, hang yourself tonight... Stop fooling around! Come on, tonight, fly like a gyrfalcon - to beat the fascists 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. The Fritzes advanced, literally throwing corpses into the space. The "Lion" tank, which was the source of hope, did not help either. Here is a modification of the vehicle with a 150-millimeter cannon.
  Alla knocks down a stone stuck to her bare nipple. The girl has such beautiful and full breasts. The girl throws a grenade with her foot. The foot is stronger than the hand, and the throw goes further.
  "Lev" got a burst on the track and stopped. It fired from its powerful mouth. A roar, and collapse.
  Alla, spitting, says:
  - A Russian warrior does not groan in pain!
  And again the girl shoots. And she does it with unusual accuracy. The fascist who stuck his head out of the tower falls back.
  A red-haired, almost naked girl says:
  - The enemy is wrong to think that he managed to break the Russians! He who is brave attacks in battle, we will beat the enemy fiercely!
  And Alla rolls her abdominal muscles, which are very well defined.
  Oh, how beautiful the girls are! I really don't want even one of them to die.
  Catherine ran by... A very beautiful girl, with fluffy, white hair. She somehow manages to smear it with some kind of potion so that it doesn't get dirty.
  The girl is very beautiful, with a Venus-like figure, only more toned and defined. She is wearing only a bra and panties. Everything else is already torn. But how graceful her legs are! This is not a girl, but a seal of perfection, the crown of beauty.
  She moves in a special way, like a squirrel. And her bare feet just flash, and her heels, surprisingly, remain clean. Catherine shoots, and the fascist gets an ulcer in his chest.
  The girl says:
  - Loyalty to the Motherland is the highest word!
  Alla noted with a laugh:
  - Take off your bra and stay in your panties like me!
  Ekaterina shook her head:
  - This is indecent!
  Alla shook her hips, fired accurately and sang:
  - Somehow the Komsomol girl has become unusual! Walking around with bare breasts like that is very indecent!
  Catherine giggled and remarked:
  - Why bring joy to the Fritzes by looking at our beauty!
  Alla answered decisively:
  - Our beauty is deadly!
  Katya giggled and fired at the TA-200. The fascists' car caught fire. And the beautiful blonde yelped:
  - Death to evil!
  Alla giggled:
  - And life to goodness!
  Catherine, seeing that the German was falling, roared:
  - This is the highest value! Don't think, fascists, that you have won!
  Alla sings:
  - Victory awaits! Victory awaits... Those who are eager to break the shackles! Victory awaits! Victory awaits! We will be able to defeat the fascists!
  A beautiful girl, and her naked chest is just shaking. It's good with a naked torso in the heat, which is intensified by the fire.
  Anyuta now looked much more determined. She fired at the Fritzes from a submachine gun and barked:
  - I'll castrate you!
  And indeed the fascists received deadly presents and coffins! And the girl showed them a fig, made bare toes. And whistled like a nightingale-robber. And through the fingers of her lower extremities.
  The girl captain is very smart. And sparkling. And not at all cruel. She also sometimes feels sorry for the enemy soldiers, who may have children who will cry for their dead fathers.
  Anyuta, however, drives such thoughts away from herself, they make her want to cry. But it wasn't the Russians who came to the Germans to rob and kill. No, it was the Germans and a whole aggressive pack of foreigners from all over the world who burst into the Russian expanses.
  Anyuta crossed herself and shot at a Fritz who was trying to sneak up on the Russian positions... His eye and brain, knocked out by a bullet, flowed out.
  The girl captain smiled and said wittily:
  - Straight eye to eye, head to head!
  Anyuta fired accurately and hit the motorcycle with the sidecar. The car began to explode, and the machine gun flew off, turned over several times. Then its barrel stuck in the rubble.
  The girl rubbed her bare, dusty sole on the gravel. And took aim again. Her cheerful, young face grinned contentedly. The girl sang:
  - No, we told the fascists, our people will not tolerate the fragrant Russian bread being called by the word ford!
  Maria made a very accurate shot, which set the Focke-Wulf ablaze, and squealed:
  For a scoundrel the choice is of course clear,
  For dollars he is ready to betray Rus'...
  But that's what makes the Russian person so beautiful.
  That he is ready to give his life for his Motherland!
  The girl did a somersault and showed the Nazis the fig sign, and spun around, and the bullets did not touch the beauty.
  Alla appeared, this beauty, almost naked, and grimy like a devil, threw grenades with both legs at once. And squealed:
  - What I have is... To the Fritz in the sharp side!
  Matryona corrected Alla:
  - Sharp, to the side, not to the sharp side!
  The girl giggled and shook her watermelon breasts, and launched a grenade using a grenade with an explosive package. The "Tiger" got it in the muzzle, and twisted this crooked work of art.
  After which the Hitlerite creature backed away. It began to crawl like a turtle caught in a fire.
  Anyuta sang, winking cheerfully:
  - And the Tiger retreats and the Germans hide!
  The girls' battalion maneuvered under the blows of air strikes and heavy guns. Now the rocket launchers hit, the broken, red-hot cliffs rose into the sky. And the rocks caught fire. Fortunately, none of the girls died, but the men went to the next world - who are not so pitiful! And the souls fly - some to heaven, and others to hell! Where the devils with pitchforks are already waiting for those who did not believe in Jesus.
  Alla, the sexiest of the warriors, is furious: can the fascists really fire at Soviet positions and kill red warriors with their "Sturmtiger"?
  . CHAPTER #7
  And the girl grabbed the grenade with her bare feet and spun around in a series of somersaults. And she spun faster and faster. And then, with all her might, she threw the gift of death into the wide barrel of the "Sturmtiger." The beauty's bare, tanned legs flashed, and the grenade flew into the wide barrel. And the powerful machine first choked, and then exploded. The two "Royal Tigers" that stood on the sides of the "Sturmtiger" were thrown up and flew apart. Their rollers were torn off, and they fell down, flying like a queen's broken necklace.
  The blast wave threw Alla up, and the girl flew upside down. And she was turned over, rocked and thrown. But the beauty still landed, sharp rubble and crumbled stones dug into her bare soles. The girl was in pain, and even through the callused foot, the tip pierced.
  But Alla found the strength to stand up and shout:
  - You fascists will be in ashes!
  Anyuta and the other girls were thrown up by the blast wave and even slightly dented. But none of the beautiful warriors died. The girls met with hurricane and accurate fire. Having suppressed the Nazis who jumped out and other aggressive insects besieging the USSR.
  Maria sang with great enthusiasm:
  - And when the Lord's trumpet calls us to battle, we will be together with the Komsomol, we are friends! And by the will of Jehovah, I will be at the heavenly roll call!
  Alla, shaking the dust from her bloody soles, sang:
  - Lenin, the party, the Komsomol! We're sending the Fuhrer to the madhouse!
  The girls began to laugh loudly, and Seryozhka said with alarm and annoyance:
  - And my catapult is not as accurate as these bare and strong legs of Alla!
  Matryona, playing with the muscles of her arms, said:
  - Well, never mind! You'll come up with something even cooler!
  Vedmakova, having returned from the front, received an urgent call to Vladivostok. Having suffered huge losses and almost encircling Khabarovsk (communication with this city was maintained via the Amur), the Japanese stopped their troops to regroup and replenish. At least Japan, with its hundred million people, and Manchuria and Thailand, with their seventy million people, could transfer infantry in abundance. In a sense, it is easier to fight the USSR than the USA, since a battle with the latter requires many expensive ships and not at all cheap aircraft. But infantry with light and cheap rifles and machine guns copied from the "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 reinforcements, move again deep into Soviet territory!
  Having received the call, Vedmakova hoped that she would finally get a new fighter and fight in the sky. The girl was driven to Vladivostok in an "emka". The pilot felt like a kind of terminator. The fellow traveler turned out to be a gray-haired old man, despite his respectable age, wearing only sergeant stripes.
  He boastfully declared:
  - Oh, you youth! Do you know that I fought the Japanese back in the tsarist era!
  The witch asked doubtfully:
  - Really? Or maybe you even got a cross?
  The grandfather, shaking his grey beard, cursed:
  - No cross, no medals! So I fought as a private for a year and three months! And what do you think, everyone can get ranks and medals? Especially under the Tsar, when privates weren't really favored!
  Vedmakova agreed:
  - Yes, under the Tsar there was class inequality! But times are different now. By the way, how do you like the Japs! I mean, was the enemy strong?
  The old man answered, flashing his iron teeth:
  - Not weak, although if our command had been smarter, they wouldn't have given up Port Arthur and Manchuria! They're not such a strong enemy.
  Emka was driving slowly, the road was broken up by bombs and artillery. It was possible to talk.
  Vedmakova asked a little more quietly:
  - And were ours stronger?
  The old man nodded briskly, as if he were a wind-up toy:
  - In some ways, yes! For example, the Japanese have twenty times more shooting ranges than we do. Before being sent to the front, I only took part in three shooting ranges. And even then, five shots each. Nevertheless, in a shootout, I can't say that we were worse than the Japanese. And this is despite the fact that they were in khaki uniforms, and we were in white overcoats. Naturally, after we had gained some military experience. The Japanese have much less military skills than we do, despite their longer training. But their rifles are much more accurate than our "Mostina" baton.
  Vedmakova agreed without reservation:
  - Yes, of course! You're right about that! The Japanese, like the Germans, pay too much attention to drill training.
  The old man shook his head:
  - On the contrary! Much less than we had in the Tsarist army! Well, if before the First World War they started training soldiers better, and at least changed the uniform, then... It wasn't an army, but a continuous marching band!
  The witch remarked, not without sarcasm:
  - Before the war, we also paid a lot of attention to going to parades! Apparently, a smart person learns from other people's mistakes, a fool from his own, who doesn't learn at all, who?
  Grandfather noted:
  - Training will come with time! But we had a complete mess with supplies. No guns, no ammunition! We often went hungry, the soldiers got sick - there was no medicine! More died from typhus and other nastiness than from Japanese bullets. That was the stupid war. Kuropatkin was an idiot! No flanking maneuvers, no camouflage, he just threw people into the trenches under machine guns. They used us as cannon fodder. It all ended very badly, in defeat. As they say, I barely escaped with my life. However, I can be quite proud of the fact that I avoided captivity! As well as my wounds!
  The girl asked curiously:
  - And have the Japanese themselves become better or worse! In terms of their fighting qualities?
  The old man first lit a cigarette, and only then answered:
  - It's hard to judge this objectively. The armies have changed, tanks, aircraft, submachine guns have appeared. The ships haven't changed that much in terms of progress, as well as the guns. But the stupidity of the command has remained the same, to miss the attack on Vladivostok!
  The witch's green eyes flashed:
  - There is no excuse for this!
  The old man agreed:
  - And it can't be! After all, they knew that the enemy was preparing a dirty trick, and there was no way not to react to it! As if they were set up. But the truce with the Yankees is a clear sign that a strong blow is about to follow.
  The witch giggled:
  - With the Yankees?
  Grandpa confirmed:
  - That's what they call America and Britain now! The name comes from the word "пиздит", that is, to steal. And these are parasite countries, thieving countries that suck the blood of those who are stupider and weaker!
  The pilot nodded her red head:
  - I agree with you on this one!
  The old man insisted:
  - Agree that our command are idiots, and traitors too! To set up our fleet like that, worse than the Yankees!
  The witch objected:
  - Maybe they didn't think that the Japanese would strike so quickly. In general, the Far East was a place of rest, and cowards and lazybones settled here. After all, in the army you don't have to toil like a worker or a collective farmer in the rear, and you get good rations and a salary. On the other hand, you don't risk your life serving in the Far East. Yes, a paradise for slackers and cowards.
  The old man objected:
  - Soldiers and officers don't fight that badly. Take Khabarovsk, they still haven't surrendered.
  Vedmakova agreed:
  - Russian warrior, a special warrior! But as Brusilov said: our soldiers are excellent, our officers are good, our generals are mediocre, and the Tsar is downright bad!
  The old man grunted discontentedly:
  - If our commander had been Brusilov instead of Kuropatkin, we would have won! Alas, they erased him! It must be said that under the Tsar, Russian generals became lesser: under Suvorov there was a whole galaxy of outstanding commanders! However, Stalin is a Georgian, and as they say, a Georgian is a...
  The witch was interrupted by the old man:
  - Be careful with such statements! You can end up in a special department like that! However, for me, Stalin is not a genius at all! And, for example, the missed line-punch in February confirms this! By the way, I heard that on May Day, the Soviet air defense in Moscow turned out to be helpless and many thousands of Soviet citizens died!
  The old man remarked:
  - Thanks to the USA and Britain! They gave the Wehrmacht new planes! And I also heard that there was massive sabotage, because of which the Yaks fell apart in the air! And brand new Yaks, specifically!
  The witch nodded her head:
  - I heard about it! It's really outrageous! But I hope the guilty will be punished and the problem will be fixed!
  The old man 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 fell silent, staring blankly out the window. Now the threat of the USSR's defeat became much more tangible. It turned out that even Moscow was not protected from air raids. At least, it did not have sufficiently 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, the Fritzes had an advantage, not so overwhelming! After all, new Soviet aircraft were regularly arriving at the front! But it must be said that the level of combat training of the pilots was very low. Most of the newcomers 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 also create a problem for the Fritzes.
  By the way, it was reported that several US citizens were captured among the pilots of the downed bombers. The latter was not at all a surprise! The Luftwaffe did not have enough pilots for new bombers, so volunteers were found!
  I wonder how the Soviet command will respond to this? After all, there is nothing to reach Berlin with? 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 striking Berlin, it will move without air escort, and the Germans can intercept it with their aircraft. They already have very good radars that will record the movement of the flying mass to Berlin. And it takes time to produce a sufficient number of these machines for strikes on Germany. The Germans are not a weak nation and love technology! They are probably the most disciplined and highly organized nation in Europe or even in the world! To win alone, and also having, on the second front, not weak Japan, is very difficult.
  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 do something similar using a destroyer obtained from the Americans. It could have been a good provocation, but Anna did not have time.
  It seems she is not to blame - what is not fate, but still there is 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 the order from Beria!
  In general, Lavrenty Palych is a master of provocation. Japan attacked Peru Harbor, not without his participation!
  The fact is that the intelligence of the Land of the Rising Sun, as if by accident, got hold of documents about the US plans to launch a series of preemptive strikes using aircraft carriers, including those based in Peru Harbor!
  Besides, the Americans are fools: they provoked Japan into war, together with Britain, by imposing an embargo on the supply of oil and other raw materials, but they themselves were not ready for war!
  Indeed, in 1941 the USA did not have sufficient forces, especially in tanks, for a war with Japan. In 1940 they had only 400 tanks, and the information about 1941 is secret, but it is unlikely that there were more than a thousand of them even then! So America got into the war being completely unprepared! Well, and Japan was not very well armed either. If it had about two and a half thousand tanks, and light ones at that, then, for example, it had no long-range aviation at all!
  So the valiant pilots of the Land of the Rising Sun didn't bomb the USA! They just got punched in the face! And now they've decided to take it out on the USSR, counting primarily on their infantry, dreaming of repeating the success of the times of Tsar Nicholas II!
  The witch became bored and began to sing:
  How difficult life is, Lord, alas,
  You yourself put on the crown of thorns!
  No, I won't lose my head,
  The new day promises us problems!
    
  Dreams suddenly crumbled to dust,
  The cruel worm gnaws with passion!
  And pain and sorrow in your eyes,
  What can be curbed, no one has the power!
    
  But what, God, can you do?
  If you yourself ascended the cross of Golgotha!
  Dreams of happiness are illusory,
  The widows roar and groan in tears!
    
  There is nothing more terrible than the world on Earth,
  Sketch of war, the whole brush is covered in blood!
  With the heart-rending song of the ether,
  You tear the web at once!
    
  And if you want my life,
  Then may God throw me into hell!
  I still love you,
  I believe in progress and change!
    
  I believe that man,
  Capable of becoming both purer and higher!
  That the age of suffering will end,
  We will become like brothers to the Almighty!
    
  What shall we command,
  In the vastness of star ships!
  What is our valiant army,
  It will shine brighter than Quasar!
    
  Life will never go out,
  And everyone will be a human being!
  Like an endless ray of the year,
  With a boundless and blissful age!
    
  Communism will become real,
  Believe me, it will be better than you dreamed!
  Progress forward, up, not down,
  Let there be joy - no sadness!
  Vedmakova finished the song and the Emka finally entered Vladivostok. The pilot looked at the city with curiosity. The destruction in Vladivostok had noticeably increased, some buildings were smoking, fire-fighting teams were working in the streets, there were many teenagers with shovels, picks, and other fire-fighting equipment.
  The old man noted:
  - Under the Tsar, the youth also worked hard, but without smiles and enthusiasm! Although you can't get far on pure enthusiasm!
  The witch objected:
  - If industry is the engine of the economy, then enthusiasm is high-octane fuel!
  The old man nodded happily:
  - You speak well, girl!
  "Emka" stopped near the commandant's office building and Vedmakova practically ran out of it. She really wanted to be on her winged steed again.
  The girl knocked on the door of the office where she was directed in the summons. A sleepy voice followed:
  - Come in!
  Vedmakova entered, proudly straightening her shoulders. A man in the uniform of an NKVD colonel was sitting in the chair. Such a balding and unpleasant type. He asked the pilot sullenly:
  - First name, last name, patronymic!
  The girl quickly answered:
  - Anna Petrova the Witch!
  The colonel added:
  - Military rank?
  - Air Force Major and Hero of the Soviet Union! - the pilot proudly declared.
  The colonel picked up the phone and said briefly:
  - Air Force Major Vedmakova has already arrived!
  Then he turned to the girl.
  - How are you feeling? I hope you're healthy?
  The pilot bared her teeth:
  - I feel good! Ready to fight like a lioness!
  The colonel nodded:
  - Excellent! I think the Japanese will appreciate it!
  There was a noise, the tramp of boots, and six ordinary employees of the special department burst into the office, accompanied by a man in a special uniform. He ordered:
  - Put handcuffs on this babe!
  The witch was at a loss:
  - What's this?
  The colonel barked:
  - And that's it! You are under arrest, citizen Vedmakova! And you will be sent to prison!
  A man in a special uniform warned:
  - This woman knows how to fight very well! So be careful!
  The witch smiled:
  - I will not be representatives of our valiant law enforcement agencies! Call Beria and this misunderstanding will be cleared up at once!
  The colonel snorted contemptuously:
  - Now let's distract Beria! Send her to prison, and the investigation will sort it out!
  The witch nodded:
  - I am a Hero of the Soviet Union and the investigation will, of course, sort it out, but with Beria it would be faster! I want to be at the controls of an airplane as soon as possible!
  The colonel consoled:
  - During a war, no one will drag it out for long! Take her away!
  Vedmakova walked without resistance and was only slightly pushed by the barrels of the shortened model of machine guns, which they began to equip scouts with. Then they shoved her into a black raven and drove away. Anna Petrovna was calm, she did not feel guilty, and the NKVD probably knew about her special relationship with Beria, so they would sort it out. It is even interesting to visit prison. A real man should raise a son, serve in the army, and sit in prison! So, probably, is the warrior! Many famous people sat in prisons: Stalin, Lenin, and Hitler!
  The prison was not very far from the commandant's office, so Vedmakova was pulled out and led into the yard. There, dogs were growling angrily, the stone walls of the dungeon, built in the eighteenth century, were dull and gray. The girl felt an involuntary excitement when she was led inside and along the corridors. Here is the registration window: routine questions:
  - First name, last name, patronymic, gender!
  Then a right turn into a tiled room. There at the table sat an officer in an NKVD uniform and leather apron, and with him a doctor in a white coat and two middle-aged women pulling thin rubber gloves onto their hands.
  The guard accompanying Vedmakova removed her handcuffs with a quick, practiced movement. The officer commanded:
  - Take off your clothes!
  The witch was surprised:
  - What?
  The officer repeated calmly:
  - I said, undress! A search and personal inspection are mandatory!
  The girl blushed:
  - But there are men here!
  The officer with the apron barked:
  - Help you! Now take off your rags, whore!
  Vedmakova shuddered, she remembered that yes, when you are placed in prison, a personal search is mandatory and she began to take off her clothes. The women took her and carefully felt every seam. Left in only her panties, Vedmakova was embarrassed, but the officer barked:
  -And take off your panties, bitch! There will be a full search!
  Left completely naked in front of several men (the escort that brought her stood in place, ready to enter into battle at any moment), the girl became embarrassed and tried to cover herself with her hands.
  They hit her hard on the buttocks with a truncheon:
  - Keep your hands at your sides, bitch!
  The witch wheezed, but endured. When they had finished feeling her clothes and ripped her boots open, the officer commanded:
  - Now check it yourself!
  The female prison guards started with the head. They ruffled the hair with their gloved fingers, then looked into the ears, even using a tube with a flashlight. They pulled the ears back several times, bending and unbending them. Then they looked into the nostrils:
  - Cough, please! Like this, harder!
  The girl's nose was kneaded. After that, there was an examination of her mouth. It was quite unpleasant, rough hands were pressing on her tongue, pulling it every now and then, then pulling it harder, almost tearing it off.
  The officer spoke up:
  - You need to be more careful! She could be a spy!
  The jailers began to press their fingers on her teeth, checking for fillings that could hide important information. Vedmakova felt humiliated and spat upon, her hero of the USSR was searched like a whore, not letting anything through. Then the women's hands in gloves began to feel the girl's bare chest. They kneaded, felt literally every millimeter, shone a flashlight through them. The girl's breasts treacherously swelled, and the jailers pressed harder and harder, then croaked:
  - No! It's clean here!
  Next, they examined the navel and fingers. The navel was pulled, twisted, and then pierced with a needle. The fingers were examined no less thoroughly.
  - Now a gynecological search! - the officer ordered.
  The jailers ordered:
  - Bend over and spread your legs, please!
  Then came the most humiliating part, when the jailer's gloved hand entered the girl's womb rather roughly. The witch moaned in pain and humiliation. And the hand was harshly poking into the cave where the woman keeps her most valuable treasure, which was both painful and ticklish. The girl twitched a little, and the officer muttered maliciously:
  - Check it as thoroughly 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 rough. Vedmakova realized that they simply wanted to humiliate her, turning the search into torture.
  The examination of the anus was no less rough, and they also used a intestine and a large enema. Apparently the pilot was really seriously suspected. After that, checking the fingers, legs and feet seemed like a trifle.
  However, it didn"t end there, the officer ordered:
  - Now for an X-ray of the stomach! There's little she could have swallowed!
  Well, it wasn't that painful. There was a doctor there, he was carefully X-raying everything, even the heart and lungs. Finally he gave the go-ahead:
  - She is clean and completely healthy!
  The officer muttered angrily:
  - It's a pity, we'll shoot her anyway! However, let her play the piano for now!
  The pilot, stunned by humiliation, walked obediently like a machine gun. The Witchers smeared their hands with paint and carefully squeezed it onto paper. Then followed all sorts of measurements, photographing in profile, full face. They made her stand naked for quite a long time, writing down all the signs, scars and birthmarks on her body. After which they rinsed her in a cold shower, which, by the way, is customary in the USSR not only for prisoners, they were given prison uniforms.
  - Get dressed, bitch!
  The robe was actually a rag, sewn from sackcloth and embroidered with a prison number. The girl was not given shoes, apparently considering them an unnecessary luxury for enemies of the people, and was led to the cell barely covered.
  Mass arrests had just taken place, the prison was overcrowded and buzzing. Vedmakova was thrown into a cramped cell, where there were already more than a hundred women, mostly young girls from the military and service personnel. When the pilot was brought into the cell, she could not take a step, the prisoners cluttered the entire floor. The cell was very dark, the window was boarded up, it was stuffy and smelled strongly, apparently the latrine had not been taken out 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. Vedmakova stopped and asked:
  - I can't take a step! Where should I go!
  - Stay where they brought you! - Probably the cell leader ordered from the darkness. - There is no room for us here.
  The witch, realizing that this was stupid, still asked:
  - And why you girls?
  Voices followed:
  - Well, here's Article 58, or even no charges at all! And what are you for?
  The witch quipped:
  - Yes, she raped Beria!
  The girls' friendly laughter and shouts were heard:
  - Yes, she is ours!
  Who squeaked from the darkness:
  - Hang this Beria!
  A menacing voice interrupted:
  - Enough! They've already shot more than half a thousand men in the yard! They can take us out for a walk with the whole cell too!
  The witch barked:
  - Well, no, if they take me to be shot, I won"t give in!
  . CHAPTER #8
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to fight for a brighter tomorrow together with the girl Margarita Korshunova.
  They fought in Stalingrad. They fought with all their colossal courage. And the eternal children did not think of retreating and giving in to the enemy.
  But the forces were unequal and the fascists gradually advanced forward. But very slowly and filling the approaches to houses and streets with corpses of mercenaries.
  Moscow was surrounded, but still fought. And it had its own beautiful girls. Who were truly heroines.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita were shooting back in Stalingrad. At the same time, the boy tried to compose something, according to AI.
  The candidate for the presidency of Belarus, Alexander Lukashenko, was not allowed to participate in the elections. They found fault with the fact that the Slavic Council had withdrawn the signatures. As a result, there were not six candidates, but five. And the main fight unfolded between Zenon Pozdnyak and Kebich. The pro-Russian and more moderate Kebich made it to the second round with a small advantage. And then he defeated the anti-Russian Poznyak with a big difference.
  Lukashenko protested that he was removed illegally. But in general, there was nothing but noise.
  Kebich won quite confidently and became the first Belarusian president.
  Soon Belarus entered the ruble zone. The economic situation remained in crisis. There was a shortage of money. But the country was in the ruble zone.
  Kebich proposed a process of integration with Russia. The convergence of laws began, borders opened, the economy was 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 had grown significantly. Lukashenko had quarreled with everyone and had not created his own party, and was pushed aside by other forces. The main struggle was between Kalyakin and Kebich. Zenon Poznyak had lost popularity by this time. As had the BPF as a whole.
  The communists became stronger.
  History has also changed a little in Russia. Zyuganov got a little more votes for the president, although he failed 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 Chernomyrdin's help, still lost in the second round, and Kalyakin became the president of Belarus.
  And in Russia, after Yeltsin left, Chernomyrdin became president. Russia's economy had already begun to grow 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 remained in the background for now. Zyuganov is the head of the opposition. Primakov is still the minister of foreign affairs.
  So everything went according to plan. Kalyakin continued the integration process, but not yet uniting. Economies began to grow. Chernomyrdin waged war in Chechnya. Negotiated with Maskhadov. And ultimately achieved stability there.
  Chernomyrdin easily won the next elections against Zyuganov. Kalyakin was also easily elected for a second term. Everything was going more or less smoothly. The economy of Belarus was on the rise.
  But Kalyakin did not run for a third term. His colleague Novikov became his successor.
  Chernomyrdin also did not run for a third term. Chernomyrdin was succeeded by Zhirinovsky. The latter, of course, became much more moderate, but increased pressure on Belarus - demanding that it join Russia.
  Novik resisted. That's why he was sanctioned.
  Zhirinovsky was more tough and put more pressure on... As a result, pro-Russian forces held a referendum in Belarus, which coincided with a severe economic crisis. And Belarus became part of Russia. Which strengthened anti-Western sentiments.
  In 2014, Zhirinovsky, taking advantage of the Maidan in Ukraine and the overthrow of Yanukovych, brought in troops. The Ukrainian army was incapable of combat and the Russians disarmed it. Yanukovych and the Rada, at gunpoint, announced a referendum. Russia annexed this republic as well.
  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 was triumphantly elected for a third term at the next presidential elections, having abolished all restrictions at the referendum.
  Alexander Lukashenko retired and sank into oblivion. Putin served as FSB chairman until 2012, when he turned sixty. 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, it is true, fell under Western sanctions, but they were not very significant. Zhirinovsky fought in Syria and Iraq. He created his own state for the Kurds and, in general, acted more decisively than Vladimir Putin. Moreover, Russia launched a missile strike on Saudi Arabia and sharply raised oil prices.
  Then a big war between Iran and the USA started. Which further inflated oil prices. And Russia meanwhile took and annexed the Baltics and Moldova. And then, taking advantage of the turmoil in Kazakhstan after Nazarbayev's departure, included this republic in its turnover.
  A referendum was also held, and Russia acquired another province.
  The restoration of the USSR proceeded gradually.
  In 2020, Zhirinovsky broke the record in the elections for the fourth term of the Russian president. He has no plans to leave yet.
  And Russia was moving through Central Asia. In Uzbekistan, Tajikistan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan - Russian troops appeared and referendums on joining Russia were held.
  Thus the country was restored to its former borders of the USSR.
  But this was not enough for Zhirinovsky. And without unnecessary prejudices he occupied Finland with troops. And there, of course, with almost a hundred percent result, holding a referendum. And annexing it to himself.
  Thus, Russia got back what was its own. Relations with China worsened somewhat due to claims to Port Arthur and the expulsion of the yellows from Siberia.
  But for now China was afraid to even utter a word against Russia.
  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 by Russia.
  Thus...
  Oleg Rybachenko paused and started shooting again.
  The boy fired a burst, and then threw a grenade with his bare foot. He scattered the fascists and chirped:
  - We are invincible!
  Margarita also fired a burst, threw a grenade with her bare toes, crushed the Fritzes and yelled:
  - And always united!
  The children fought very bravely.
  The boy slashed at the enemies with a burst again. He threw a grenade into the caterpillar with his bare toes. As a result, the two tanks collided. Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Glory to you, our Russian land,
  In the name of sacred Russia,
  Dear Soviet family!
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare foot again. She knocked down a dozen fascists and sang:
  - There is a cow on the mountain,
  Be healthy, children!
  The boy fired a burst, mowed down the Fritzes and chirped:
  - Homeland is in my heart,
  Fortunately, let's open the door!
  And then his childish leg threw a grenade. He is a boy who is truly a deadly carrier of destruction.
  Margarita is also an arrow with colossal accuracy.
  The girl took it and sang:
  - No, the keen eye will not fade,
  A falcon's, eagle's gaze
  The people's voice is loud -
  The whisper will crush the snake!
  The girl, throwing grenades with her bare foot, took and chirped further;
  Stalin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow -
  The door to space has been opened -
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  And the girl laughed. She fired a burst at the fascists. She knocked out their ranks and squealed:
  I believe the whole world will wake up -
  There will be an end to fascism...
  The sun will shine brightly,
  Light the way for communism!
  And again the girl deftly throws a grenade with her bare foot, pushing Hitler's tanks together.
  Natasha fights too. In Stalingrad the girls are just heroes.
  And they sing to themselves with courage:
  - My homeland is the darkness of the universe,
  I can crush the onslaught of evil enemies...
  Without you love I can't live a day,
  I'm ready to give my life for you!
  And Natasha throws a grenade with her bare foot.
  Next, Zoya starts shooting. A beautiful girl in a bikini. She'll fire a burst and mow down the fascists.
  And then from her bare foot a killer gift will fly.
  Zoya sang, baring her teeth:
  - I love to crush enemies! Such a girl!
  And again the beauty will start the destruction with her bare toes.
  And then Aurora starts firing. Also a red-haired devil, she'll fire at the fascists.
  And a grenade launched by her bare foot will smear the Wehrmacht soldiers across the rubble.
  The girl squeals:
  - Tili, tili, trawled, trolled...
  I have the strength to beat the fascists,
  I'll hardly refuse now!
  And again the warrior shoots accurately.
  Next, Svetlana leads the fire. And she also threw an explosive packet with her bare toes.
  Well, the Fritzes got it.
  The girl, frankly speaking, is a warrior-rock.
  And how he sings:
  - Rus' shall be glorified over the Earth,
  We will always be with a dream!
  And four girls give the fascists a good thrashing. They are like holy saints from the battalion of angels of death. And the fascists get it in Stalingrad.
  But it gets harder and harder and harder.
  Stalingrad is still holding out, but the fascists have already managed to take Sukhoi. The Nazis also have a strong naval fleet here. Including captured British ships.
  They literally scarred the entire coast. And the Turks are advancing from the south. It's getting really scary.
  Natasha and her girls from Sukhimi were able to fly to Stalingrad, capturing a German plywood plane.
  And now in Stalingrad too. Like, you fascists will not take this city no matter how hard you try.
  Natasha throws a deadly present with her bare foot, tearing the Nazis into torn flesh, 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 glorified!
  And he will also throw a deadly present with his bare toes. He will crush his opponents and squeak:
  - Glory to Great Rus'!
  And then Svetlana went and fired a burst. She cut out a hundred Nazis. Then she launched a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - For a new light of science and prosperity!
  And the four girls are fighting again, and they're not going to let up.
  Natasha picked up the explosive package with two bare feet. And with all her strength she threw it at the Hitlerite tank.
  The E-75, having received damage, stopped and began to smoke.
  Natasha sang:
  - Rus' laughed and cried and sang,
  That's what Rus' is for in all ages!
  Then Zoya took it and launched the killer present with her bare toes. And another Nazi tank stopped, knocked out.
  Zoya tweeted:
  - Yes, the future is ours!
  Glory to great Russia!
  Aurora fired a machine gun. Mowed down a mass of fascists. And then she said aggressively:
  - Glory to the heroes of the USSR!
  And from the throw of her bare foot, a grenade flies again. What a red-haired girl. Simply an invincible terminator.
  And Svetlana took over and crushed the Nazis. And mowed them down as if with a sharp haymaker.
  After which 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, from her bare foot flies something that kills fascists with an enormous guarantee.
  And the girl sings:
  - Glory to my Motherland -
  Glory to Russia!
  Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare foot. She cut down a mass of Nazis and squealed:
  - Great glory to Great Russia!
  And she winked at her partners.
  The girls are of course almost naked. In bikinis, tanned, muscular, beautiful, and shapely.
  How charming girls look when they are almost naked! And why else do they need clothes!
  Then Aurora actively shoots. And with her bare foot she throws what kills the Nazis.
  After which he will sing:
  - For the great Fatherland!
  Svetlana continued firing. She cut down the fascists and chirped:
  - For great achievements!
  And with his bare foot he launches a grenade. And again the Nazis are scared.
  Well done Russian girls. They are top-notch people.
  And then there are the pilots: Mirabela and Anastasia. They also give the Fritzes a good thrashing.
  Even Hitler's hordes would run away from girls like these.
  The female warriors fight on the Yak-9. The machine seems to be outdated. But it is quite effective. Although it is inferior to the Luftwaffe in speed and armament.
  Only one 20mm cannon and a machine gun for the girls, against the ME-262 with five 30mm cannons.
  But Mirabella maneuvers deftly, gets on the tail of the winged fascist vulture. And shoots it. Knocks down the metal, burns the enemy clean.
  After which Mirabella sang:
  - Higher and higher and higher,
  The flight of planes like birds...
  We are tearing down the fascist roofs,
  And the valor of soldiers knows no bounds!
  And here Anastasia is going to take it and hit the fascists. She is a terminator girl.
  He will smash the faces of the Hitlerite bandits and squeak:
  - Great glory will come for Rus'!
  And he also presses on the pedals with his bare feet. And another Messerschmitt falls.
  The girls fight in nothing but panties. And they're doing just fine. They flutter swiftly on weaker engines. And they escape enemy fire.
  Mirabella, cutting down the Fritz, squeaks:
  - No crow, you can't defeat us!
  And again the warrior crawls out to a killing distance.
  And the new Hitlerite machine falls.
  The barefoot girl knows what she's doing. And she does it perfectly.
  Here the fascist is trying to cover the warrior from a distance. And she leaves. And by some miracle she is again at the enemy's tail.
  And he knocks down the Fritz, squealing:
  - For Russians, nothing is impossible!
  And again the warrior makes a desperate turn. And another car falls impaled.
  Mirabela tweeted:
  - Truly the world has been created for Russia!
  And again, how he will wriggle out. And how he will give in to the enemy!
  Anastasia also hits a German car and screams:
  - Let our land be glorified, may there be no trickery for us!
  And the girls are getting more and more excited!
  What can deal with them? Maybe an aggressive hurricane!
  More precisely, even a hurricane couldn"t defeat them!
  Meanwhile, Natasha fights and sings:
  - We will fight for Russia!
  And also with his bare foot he launches a grenade of a lethal caliber.
  And he will grind the Nazis into pieces of metal and bloody flesh.
  Zoya will also throw the murderous and red-hot thing with her bare foot and, jumping up, will say:
  - And for the new order of communism throughout the world!
  And he will bare his teeth.
  Then Aurora fires hard. She shoots at herself, mows down the fascists and squeals, baring her teeth:
  - For the achievements of progress!
  And from her bare foot comes something that is capable of smashing any obstacle.
  And then in the fight Svetlana. Such a killer girl.
  And she's a blonde. How she'll chop at the fascists... And then a murderous gift flies from her bare foot. It will crush the Nazis and turn them into a devilish flame.
  The terminator girls will hiss:
  - Glory to my word of honor!
  The word is Komsomol!
  The warriors fired at the fascists and started shooting them like mad dogs.
  These are terminator girls! And they crush the Nazis - what devils!
  Natasha said with pathos:
  - We will fight for socialism,
  For our Soviet Russia,
  For a new great order!
  And again a deadly gift flies from her bare foot.
  Zoya also acts quite energetically. She crushes the fascists. And doesn't give them a break. And her bare feet flash like a propeller.
  The warrior says with fervor:
  - In the name of Holy Rus',
  Russia will be glorified!
  And again the warrior fights with full passion.
  Then Aurora throws the gift of death with her bare foot. As she scatters the fascists in all directions. And she says with fury:
  - I am a world boxing champion!
  And then Svetlana will launch something 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 fascists in the toilet -
  The Fatherland does not believe in tears,
  And we'll give the evil oligarchs a good whack on the brains!
  . CHAPTER #9
  Taking part in heavy fighting, Vedmakova hardly slept for several days, and therefore, despite the extreme cramped conditions in the prison cell, the stuffiness and stench, she fell asleep almost immediately.
  She dreamed that she found herself in the Middle Ages and led a slave rebellion, becoming a kind of Spartacus in a skirt! After her first success, the brave warrior, the muscular girl, gathered the rebels and offered to choose their leaders.
  Vedmakova, as expected, became the head of a rather large detachment, and proposed the mighty hero Turan as her first deputy.
  And here the slaves were unanimous. Then they chose foremen. The decimal system is the simplest and Vedmakova decided that nothing should be complicated.
  Armed with trophies and taking cockroach snails (in a heavy sleep, the Witcher's subconscious was playing up), they moved on.
  To strengthen her authority and stretch her legs, Vedmakova walked, moving like a cat. Then the girl switched to running, feeling the small, sharp stones 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 were sitting in ambush, and they could raise an early alarm. The leader of the uprising climbed a tree and jumped on the enemies from above. Her movements were like the dance of a hybrid of tigers and cobras, a light cry and they died down with their severed heads.
  - This is how I break resistance!
  The witch couldn't resist playing to the crowd, showing the severed heads of the slaves. A roar of approval was heard in response.
  Soon estates with plantations appeared. Carved houses, real palaces with decorations and statues. Here and there fountains were visible. From one statue in the form of Zeus with butterfly wings and mouths on the stomach, legs and chest: seven streams were gushing. The fields were rich, fertile, with a semblance of golden cotton, grain with large ears, chickpeas and other things. Many slaves worked on them. There were both men and women, and also many children. Of course, overseers, guards. But in general, of course, there were many more slaves, and with shovels and hoes.
  The witch raised a banner hastily sewn by the slave girls: With the image of the Sword and the hoe! The other slaves rushed to the attack.
  Meanwhile, several slaves, both male and female, were hanging on the posts, their hands and feet pierced with nails. It seemed that these children of injustice were doomed to torment. Seeing the approaching liberators, the crucified girl suddenly screamed in a strong voice:
  - Retribution has come, beat the owners!
  The leader of the Witcher, as always, was ahead. Her cockroach snail reared up and knocked down two guards at once. The rest retreated, one of them, out of fear, even ran into his own spear. Guts came out of his pierced belly. The girl grinned:
  - 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 girl's hands, like the razor of a skillful barber. So deftly cuts down the fighters.
  Turan did not give in either. He threw a stone that broke the guard's chest and entered the fray. It was clear that the hard work had done him good, not the muscles of the millstone. True, Vedmakova moved faster.
  The slaves stopped working, but did not yet enter the fight. Apparently they were confused. However, the same restless boy, jumping up to the working boys, shouted:
  - You are cowards! Whoever is behind me is a hero, whoever is without me is a lousy pig!
  The boys were the first to respond. They rushed at the overseers. One boy, about fourteen years old, hit his "guardian" with a hoe so hard that his head smashed like a pumpkin. It worked, and the other slaves, even the usually modest and patient girls, rushed into battle.
  The battle was now chaotic, but the slaves had the advantage in numbers and despair, and they naturally prevailed.
  Passa, that's what you can hardly expect from a girl, she learned right before your eyes. She grappled with a guard, he began to push her. So she tricked him, deflected the sword and struck him right in the neck.
  - Now that's what I call a snack! - the girl joked. - Be careful not to get drunk!
  The first estate was liberated quickly, the detachment grew right before our eyes. The rebellion spread, engulfing the fields like a fire. Vedmakova galloped, breaking forward. Horsemen rushed towards him, they, as a rule, got it up to the very top of the head. But the guards did not give up. The battle was especially stubborn near the seven-string fountain. Here the planters sent the horse reserve into battle.
  The brave Witch was surrounded from all sides. She was saved only by the extraordinary agility of a specially fattened cockroach snail. Here is a precise lunge and the chopped opponent falls. Nevertheless, the girl was first wounded in the shoulder, then in the stomach, and then almost cut off her leg. Then Witch began to throw tiny daggers. Sharp as a razor, they hit the eyes, sometimes the mouth. However, most of the warriors were half-naked due to the heat and for such soldiers it was enough to pierce the chest. Several horsemen fell, but the rest increased the onslaught. There were so many swords that in motion they resembled a comb. And so they poured out from all sides.
  But Miloslava, Passa, Turan, and other slaves arrived in time. Having cut into the ranks, they moved like a steamroller, you could see how the corpses flew away, and the slaves, armed somehow, hurried to their aid with all their might.
  The infantry attacked the horsemen, the exhausted slaves took revenge for the pain and humiliation.
  - Surround the enemy with a ring and don't let them escape! - Vedmakova commanded.
  Before her eyes, a slave with a cut head fell, but a dozen guards fell after him.
  - Take them by numbers! - ordered the young leader of the rebellion.
  More and more slaves entered the battle. It was seen how boys mounted their horses at full speed, rushed at the riders, and used their teeth and sharpened stones.
  The slaves seemed to know no fear, they were taking revenge for the long years of humiliation, when no one considered them as people. In addition, many of them were born free and had not yet forgotten the intoxicating aroma of freedom.
  Having finished with the "cavalry" detachment, Vedmakova moved on. The last serious obstacle on his way was a citadel cut down from large trees. Quite a large guard was stationed there.
  "Search the estates and grab ladders," she shouted. "If that's not enough, make them yourself."
  The slaves hastily constructed assault devices.
  - The stairs should be wide so that many warriors could pass through them at once, - Vedmakova pointed out.
  In other estates the slaughter was still raging. In some places the servants went over to the side of the rebels, but in a number of cases they resisted out of habit. The overseers were killed quickly - they were far from the toughest warriors. The last stronghold of enemy resistance was the citadel. Vedmakova, as always, was the first to climb the wall. He was hit several times with an arrow, but he parried the deadly gifts with his shield. The nearest warrior received such a strong blow that, although he managed to parry, he tumbled off the wall.
  Miloslava managed to hook the guard, also throwing the enemy off. Snow-white Passa already enchanted the enemy soldiers with her appearance alone. While they were looking at her violently heaving chest, with her seductive breasts, the girl kicked them in the groin, and then slashed. The witcher, having climbed the walls, chopped without mercy. The enemy had already lost their fighting spirit, more and more slaves were climbing the wall. They were breaking through, there were many ladders, and the guards did not have time to recapture them all. At the bottom, however, there were dead and wounded slaves lying around, the assault did not go without losses. Here the slave and the guard grappled together and fell from a decent height. They were bruised, 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 ass with both feet, simultaneously kicking him under the knees. He flew forward, bumping into a pitchfork held by an adult slave.
  - You got caught like that, your bite was painful! - The boy stuck out his thin tongue, teasing the guard.
  - You barefoot snake! - The fighter standing on the right cursed and slashed at the boy with his sword.
  The boy backed away here too, spat from his pipe into his eye. How desperately the enemy screamed, breaking ranks. The boy did not stand on ceremony and finished him off with his sword. The child's hands, although thin, were sinewy and strong - hardened by hard work.
  The other boys were also aggressive, fighting like hell, screaming and cursing, choosing the harshest expressions!
  The wall was cleared quickly, inside the fight dragged on a bit, fearing the slaves' revenge, the owners fought desperately. True, overgrown bellies are bad helpers in a fight with mad slaves.
  The main owner, Sheikh Samum, tried to leave through an 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 with her copper-colored skin, was too much of a temptation.
  - And follow me, bitch! - the sheikh grabbed her by her lush hair.
  - No, I'll go myself, sir! - She begged.
  - Not a whore! I like to drag you! - The sadistic dignitary grinned.
  - But it hurts! - The slave kicked her bare legs.
  - When we get away, I'll have you hanged by your hair and set on fire. - The sheikh licked his lips carnivorously.
  - You are a beast! But I love you, believe me!
  The girl pressed herself against her master, who stuck his dirty snout to her clean face and began to lick. Then Rakhita's hand found a dagger on the sheikh's belt and thrust it into his swollen belly with all her might.
  - Here you have a creature of darkness.
  The sheikh dropped the bag and let go of his hair. His hands tried to cover the deep hole, the intestines spilled out.
  - Creature! Echidna! - He growled.
  - No! I did the right thing! How many girls and men you tortured. You even impaled children and nailed them to a post. This is a fair revenge! - The girl exclaimed.
  - She-devil!
  - Goddess! You've whipped me, you monster! - The slave kicked the sheikh's plump, bleeding belly.
  - You didn't hit me enough! - he wheezed.
  - But I have noble blood in me! - The barefoot slave flashed her teeth.
  - Nothing, whore! The troops will suppress the rebellion, and you will be tortured so much that I will seem like an angel to you! - The sheikh found the strength to growl.
  - Do they have a richer imagination than you? - The girl stuck out her tongue.
  - That's enough for you! - The rich man jerked and groaned. - It hurts! Bring me some facif ointment.
  - For what reason? - the girl asked sarcastically.
  "I"ll give you this bag of gold," the sheikh begged.
  - He's mine anyway! Okay, just out of a sense of mercy, where's the facify ointment? - The girl grinned slyly.
  - Do you know the wardrobe in the shape of a flying cow? - the rich man wheezed, stumbling.
  - Yes! I saw it, so beautiful with stones.
  - So you need to stick your hand into your head, and you will easily get the box with the ointment. Come on over and lubricate me. - The sheikh muttered, almost losing consciousness.
  - Even a scoundrel deserves medical attention. Wait for me!
  The girl ran into the room. She didn't care about the rich man, but such a valuable ointment was very rare and would be useful to the rebels. And then she would give the hated freak to the rebels.
  The slaves had already scattered into 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 away the attacker with her strong legs, and shouted:
  - If you want to get money. Then know that there is an aggressive guy lurking in the basement with a bag of gold.
  - We don't like aggression! - the guys objected ironically.
  - But he's also rich! - the girl teased.
  - Then it's better, let's fight! Where's the basement? - The rebellious slaves began to chatter.
  - Follow my hand there! - The slave waved her right hand.
  The young, black slaves rushed to where her pestle pointed. The girl grinned and ran into the room. The furnishings were quite rich, but disordered. And here was the cast gold cabinet itself. Rakhita, without thinking twice, stuck her hand in. It slid inside and at that moment the jaw closed.
  The beauty screamed, her razor-sharp teeth cutting off her hand.
  - Oh, how it hurts! - She screamed, then squeezed out. - This is so mean!
  Despite the wild pain, the girl feverishly tried to bandage her hand. The witch, hearing women's screams, 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 pull his dignity up his ass! - In a fit of anger, the warrior could be rude.
  Tears flowed from Rakhita's eyes, not so much from the pain she felt, the slave who had been flogged many times was no stranger to this, but from the realization that she was now a cripple.
  - It's him! - The girl pointed to the closet.
  - If so, then it's terrible! - The Witcher slashed hard at the head of the grinning insect. The blow bent the structure, and the softer gold was cut. The warrior continued to hit until she had smashed the cabinet into pieces.
  The girl noticeably turned pale, and the snow-white Passa jumped up to her. She deftly applied a tourniquet, stopping the bleeding. The witch took out the severed hand, the limb had turned pale, but was still warm.
  - Excellent! - We need to call Hirov. 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. - The girl corrected.
  - If that's the case, then he needs to be quartered. - The warrior's eyes flashed.
  - He's in the basement and seriously wounded. You'll have time to catch him. If he doesn't die.
  The witch tried to hold the brush, when suddenly it turned into a slippery lizard, which tried to slip away. If the warrior had not been so agile from birth, she might have succeeded. Especially since she grabbed him not by the tail, but by the neck.
  - Wow, unusual magic. I have to show it to Hirov.
  The wounded girl's face became dull and she lost consciousness.
  Passa caught her in time:
  - A nervous girl, but beautiful! It would be a shame if she remained crippled.
  - Well, I hope that can be fixed. Only Hirov missed something, he promised to be next to me. - The Witcher shrugged her shoulders in displeasure.
  - Yes, I'm here! - The sorcerer jumped out from behind the door. - I feel magic.
  - And I'm holding it in my hands! - Vedmakova snapped.
  - Well, that's not bad! It's a mix of a jellyfish and a lizard, you see it's translucent, you can see three hearts beating. - The warlock grinned.
  - What's so impressive? The girl lost her arm and has a lizard jellyfish in its place. I think, despite all the dexterity of such a creature, it's not quite an equivalent replacement! - The warrior was not at all inclined to joke.
  - But one of the body parts can float, and that's not bad at all. A kind of superpower! - The sorcerer winked slyly.
  - What does it consist of, after all it is a disability? - Vedmakova did not understand.
  - How can I say! After all, it is no longer just an animal, but a part of a woman's body. And it is difficult to control an animal. Now this tiny lizard can shrink and slip through any crack or crawl through a wall. In addition, it is practically invisible, this species is like a chameleon. - The sorcerer began to explain.
  - Pulsar! - Passa said, demonstrating her enthusiasm. - I didn't think it was possible. To chop off a hand and make it spy.
  - Sometimes defeat promises great troubles, but this is only a reflection of future victory. - The sorcerer noted.
  - So you won't disenchant her? - The Witcher clarified.
  - No! In war, victory comes from valor and good intelligence. To hit, you first need to see the target, otherwise you'll dislocate your fist. But to avoid disaster, the wound needs to be healed. - Khirovo answered softly.
  - It's not good for a girl to be crippled. It will disfigure her! Can you make her a human hand that looks like a real limb? - Vedmakova inquired.
  - I'll think about it! Maybe I can fix it. In general, most magicians are much better at killing than healing. - Khirovo emphasized emphatically.
  - I agree with that! Any fool can cripple, but not every smart person can cure. - To be convincing, Vedmakova even twirled her finger at her temple.
  - Too many brutal executioners - too few treating doctors!
  The slaves dragged in Samum's master, it looked like he was dead. Rakhita came to her senses, her face twisted in annoyance.
  - He deceived everyone again! He left without paying the bills.
  - I will have him hanged! - declared the Witch. - Let his corpse be a warning to all who are mean and greedy. A greedy person is always generous with tears of disappointment!
  - That's reasonable! But who will give me my hand back? - The girl was ready to cry.
  - Here he is! - the leader of the rebellion pointed.
  Khirov bowed, and the cord in his hands caught fire.
  - Don't be sad! You won't be a cripple. So Rakhita, you'll have to become a great spy. You want to take revenge on all the rich and powerful in this empire.
  - Of course. Not to be a slave, humiliated in the dust! - The girl exclaimed.
  - So you will help us! This empire is badly governed, so the grave will fix the crooked system! - The sorcerer emitted a beam of energy from his index finger.
  - Strange! I see a lot of energy in you. And wisdom! I am ready to join you! - The slave exclaimed.
  - It will hurt you, but you will be able to gain the upper hand! Without pain there is no valor, without valor there is no victory! - The sorcerer declared, demonstrating his philosophical mindset.
  "I"m a woman, which means I"m used to being patient," Rakhita nodded.
  - When you run out of patience, singing will help! - Hirov joked.
  Everyone laughed. The witch was in a good mood. The beginning was victorious, so there was no time to waste. First of all, it was necessary to form an army from the slaves before they scattered. So the people were like iron, before it cooled, give it the necessary shape. The warrior girl went out onto the wall, climbed up on the dais and ordered, in a thunderous voice:
  - Sound the trumpet and gather everyone!
  Passa asked:
  - Women too?!
  - Yes! We will need every sword. Hurry, but know that there will be no robberies, we will divide everything equally.
  The gathering of slaves took some time, they even had to use whips. Vedmakova herself was forced to help the few of those who had not lost their heads and curb the robberies. The girl gave five of the most zealous bandits a good slap on the ears, and even cut off the head of one. Drops of blood fell on her face, Vedmakova greedily licked them off. It worked. The general gathering was held in the dark by torchlight. There were thousands of freed slaves, Vedmakova even estimated by eye that there were at least twelve thousand, although there were many children and women among them.
  She spoke from the highest tower of the citadel. The sorcerer stood on the opposite side, he kept the whole gathering under control. The slaves were cruelly exploited, and the weak were executed or beaten. So, in general, if we take physical parameters, they looked like good fighters. Only they needed training. Vedmakova gave a fiery 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 you cannot gain freedom! Labor has made us stronger, multiplied by intelligence will give freedom, and together with luck will bring happiness!
  So let us become one and throw off the chains! - The warrior spoke.
  The slaves expressed their approval with loud cries! Only one slave, with many scars and a proud look, was silent. His look expressed the most extreme degree of contempt.
  The witch once again proposed to choose a single leader of the uprising!
  - The commander is like the top of a pyramid - there must be only one, otherwise even such a strong structure will collapse!
  The slaves screamed:
  -That's right! Lead us.
  -You are a great warrior, you will be our leader! - The boy unexpectedly managed to shout down everyone.
  This surprised the Witch: how is this even possible? She looked more closely, in the child's hands was something similar to a blowpipe, only thicker. And with the help of this device he thundered.
  - The boy will go far! What's his name? - the warrior asked.
  - Dick! I specifically asked. - Passa prompted.
  - A simple name! - Vedmakova clearly expected something more exotic.
  - Why the complications!
  - We are announcing a vote! - The sorcerer announced. His voice was so thunderous that the palm trees shook. - Whoever is for the Witcher warrior to be the leader, raise your right hand! Vote for truth, freedom and honor! And your life will be such that the gods will envy! -
  The slaves, seized with enthusiasm, almost unanimously raised their right hands. They looked like they were fighting, and their unanimity suggested the idea that Hirov had not used his magic here.
  True, wasn't it his arrival that gave them freedom and the opportunity to feel like real people? So it was natural to greet the Witcher like rain in a drought. Joy was visible on the faces of the former slaves. It was like an awakening.
  Here, amidst general jubilation, a mighty slave, richly decorated with scars, stepped forward. He spoke in his deep voice.
  - There have been and will be many who want to lead to happiness. But do you have the moral right to do so!
  - What!? - The witch bared her teeth. The biceps on her bare arms bulged.
  - Who are you?! A descendant of a noble family, or a commoner. Or maybe even a runaway slave like Zhissor. He also promised a lot, but ended his life on a stake. And with him, twenty thousand slaves. - The mighty slave cut him off.
  - Here, a lot will depend on us. I see scars on you, you were most likely not born a slave, I can distinguish wounds caused by a whip or a sword with spears! - The Witcher declared.
  - You have guessed the unknown warrior! I am the Count of Forsa, a descendant of formidable kings. And do you know the name of your father? - asked the noble slave.
  - Nobility of family has the same relation to courage as the length of hair has to intelligence! - the Witch retorted and immediately added: - No valor of ancestors will help a coward!
  - You speak beautifully. Like a fairground jester, but how brave is your heart? - The slave frowned menacingly.
  - Well, what about you, a hero! Count, but you measured yourself against the fate of a slave, where was your pride and courage! - Vedmakova was already starting to get worked up.
  - I had my reasons for this. And you don't need to know what they were, the less knowledge, the easier it is to die! I challenge you to a mortal fight, and if you are brave not only in words, then you will accept the challenge! - roared Count de Forsa.
  - You can be sure of that! - the warrior snapped.
  The slaves cleared the arena. The witcher went down and checked the sword. Her opponent stood opposite her. He had his own weapon - two sharpened swords. Just in case, the warrior took another sword from her bosom.
  Count de Forsa was much taller than Vedmakova, much broader in the shoulders, though he did not seem so muscular and sculpted, the girl was worthy of becoming a world champion in fitness. Nevertheless, there was no fat, and the tendon ligaments were tight, swollen. In addition, in every movement one could feel a huge experience, and the bouncy gait said a lot. A grin played on their faces, it was no longer contemptuous, rather sympathetic.
  - What a mess you've gotten yourself into, girl! I don't envy you. - The Count showed her his fist.
  - Why are you so self-confident? - The Witcher's irritation increased.
  - 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.
  - That's because you only fought with the nobility, and they degenerated and grew fat. Now if you had gotten together with a talented commoner, you wouldn't have much left of your glory! - The Witch answered confidently.
  - Bark, dog, until a stick, or rather my sword, walks across your back! - The count regained all his arrogance.
  - This is very interesting! A blade of the strongest steel rusts in the hands of a chatterbox and a coward! - The witch never ceased to shine with eloquence.
  - Well, that probably applies to you, bastard female! - Forsa growled.
  - Maybe it's time to stop fencing with tongues and use something more solid! - The Witcher performed an elegant figure eight.
  - Likewise!
  The Count and the leader of the rebels met, face to face. The swords moved swiftly, struck with full force. Sparks flew from the blows, a ringing sound was heard.
  The Count attacked several times. He tried a double barrel roll, but Vedmakova parried the attacks, noting that her noble opponent had decent speed.
  - What are you playing!
  - On the strings of death!
  The Count again unleashed a series of blows, he tried complex combinations. Vedmakova retreated slightly, made a counter-attack, slightly catching her opponent in the chest.
  She studied the movements of the seasoned warrior, not rushing to lay him down. The Count grinned, his eyes sparkled:
  - You're not so simple at all! Maybe you're not even a slave, even though you walk barefoot.
  - I was born free and lived in the forest! My neck has never known the 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! - The Witch answered beautifully.
  - You're right about the last one! You're the one who's really right, these priests and clerics set me up! - The Count made a double fan, then a "folding bed" technique, but was unsuccessful. - I'll be happy to talk to you over a glass of wine, unless of course I kill you.
  - A mug of wine is like the ocean - when you get carried away, you lose your footing! - said the warrior.
  - But you feel freer. How about this technique?
  He held the trident, then the butterfly. In response, Vedmakova hit harder to meet. The Count staggered, retreated. Then the competition continued again, Forsa moved as if wound up, he realized that his opponent was too strong to take her by storm. Then, having accustomed Vedmakova to a certain sequence of movements, the Count unexpectedly changed the trajectory of the sword and hit the girl on the muscular, but at the same time feminine chest. Blood flowed, the scratch was deep. The wound did not break Vedmakova, but even on the contrary gave her strength. The girl went on the offensive, the swords flashed, performing a bizarre dance. And although from the outside it seemed that the warrior had completely lost her head and was in a rage, but life in the forest and hunting from infancy taught her to maintain reason in the most fierce battle. It was hard for the Count to withstand such an onslaught, he retreated, parrying with difficulty. The witch caught the moment when the enslaved dignitary recoiled, and hit him right under the knee. The blow hit the tendon and the count buckled, his speed dropped. Then the girl performed her own technique, she came up with it herself, calling it a nine-headed dragon. Only a well-trained fighter could perform something like that. Moreover, the last ninth lunge was almost irresistible. It was all about mechanics, parrying the attack, weakening too much, parrying the lunges, the hand and therefore the last lunge finished off. For the first time, the warrior performed the technique on a fairly skilled and fast partner, and when he gasped, dropping his sword, it became clear - the novelty was a success.
  The Count turned pale, he lost his strength.
  - You're a lucky bitch!
  - No! Luck is as fickle as sand - only hard work can bind it with cement.
  The witch wounded the enemy again, but not deeply - she did not want to kill or maim. Having struck again, she made a lunge, the count mechanically parried and the warrior kicked the sword away with her club-foot. The slave-dignitary was completely unarmed. The witch threw away the swords, rushed at the enemy and tripped the count. Her hands clamped his limb in a lock.
  - Are you giving up? - The panther's eyes flashed.
  - I, the count, surrender to the barefoot slave!
  The witch objected heatedly:
  - Not a slave, but a fighter for a just cause! You yourself were a slave and understood what humiliation is, but 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 were already quite bored from the protracted war. Constantly killing and shooting also gets boring.
  It's like in a game. The same shooter will get boring sooner or later.
  The children were tired of firing and constantly throwing grenades with their bare feet.
  The boy fired a burst. He mowed down the fascists.
  And he said:
  - Maeta!
  The girl threw a grenade with her bare feet. She scattered the Fritzes and cooed with delight:
  - We will have new, very big victories!
  But this is already getting boring. Even the fact that from the throw of the boy's bare feet, Hitler's tanks are pushed aside.
  Oleg then began to compose.
  Another alternative history: Zyuganov did not vote for Stepashin's candidacy, and neither did the three communist factions.
  This 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 noticeable role. The Unity bloc had not yet been created. Putin had not appeared as prime minister. And the militants' invasion of 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 fell apart, and there was no new ready-made party. And Stepashin, having been appointed prime minister, did not lead the party of power. And then Yeltsin fired him altogether.
  In short, the parliamentary elections resulted in a convincing victory for the left.
  The triumph of the communists was impressive. In addition, the Primakov-Luzhkov bloc did not have time to get going. But it still managed to register together with the agrarians. And took second place. Third place was "Yabloko", which was well-PR'd. Fourth place was taken by the LDPR. But largely because the pro-presidential channels actively promoted this party.
  And Yeltsin even gave, or rather, 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 became prime minister and right hand.
  This, in general, suited the communists. And a compromise was reached. Basayev and Khattab were forced out of Dagestan. But they did not bring troops into Chechnya itself.
  Civil war soon broke out there and division into several groups.
  Russia helped Maskhadov and Kadyrov. Primakov easily won the Russian presidential elections. The second unexpectedly became Zhirinovsky - who had no other competitors in his electorate, and the liberal Yavlinsky is no rival to him.
  Oleg Rybachenko interrupted his essay. No, this is not interesting. Again, the same old topic, after Primakov, Zyuganov, and the restoration of the USSR. I'm tired of it!
  Something more interesting might be worth writing about. For example, about space.
  The boy began to invent.
  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 located much denser here than on the outskirts of the Milky Way, where old lady Earth found shelter. The troops of the Western Confederation were completely expelled from 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 moving 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 became the main Russian base and industrial stronghold. The capital grew and completely absorbed the planet Kishish, turning into a gigantic metropolis. A giant city capable of impressing any reasonable individual. Numerous aircraft 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 the enemy's sharply increased activity. The war, which everyone had grown tired of, was devouring resources like a predatory funnel, trillions of people were dying in it, and no one could achieve the desired success. Militarization left its mark on the architecture of Petrograd-Galaktik. Enormous skyscrapers stand in neat rows, they represent squares on the city's chessboard. This involuntarily reminded the marshal of the construction of space armadas. During the last battle, large Russian starships had also taken up their positions, then suddenly broke formation, striking the enemy flagship. A clearly thought-out battle turned into a melee, some ships collided, exploding in monstrously bright flashes. The vacuum was colored as if giant volcanoes had erupted at once and fiery rivers had flowed, streams of hellish flame had overflowed their banks, covering everyone with a destructive wave. In the chaotic battle, success accompanied the army of Great Russia, but the victory came at an extremely high price. Several thousand starships 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 back furiously, offering stubborn resistance.
  The main problem was that the center of the confederation, located in the Thom galaxy, was very difficult to destroy. The ancient civilization of maple-shaped Dug, who lived in this cluster of stars for millions of years, built an impregnable fortress, surrounded itself with a powerful line of defense, filled with traps.
  The entire Russian army would not be enough to break into this space "Mannerheim". 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 feeling of nostalgia. The scurrying graviolets and flaneurs were painted in protective colors, the dual purpose of the aircraft was felt everywhere. Some buildings resembled giant tanks or infantry fighting vehicles with tracks instead of driveways. It was funny to watch how a waterfall erupted from the muzzle of such a winged tank, the blue and emerald water reflected four "suns", playing with dozens of shades, and exotic trees and huge flowers grew on the barrel and wings, forming outlandish hanging gardens. Modern, only gigantic-sized skyscraper tanks, as a rule, streamlined, armed with many guns. Living in such houses is comfortable and cozy, although in case of an attack on the capital, a similar building would turn into a powerful combat unit in five minutes. Passers-by of all classes, and even small children, were in army uniforms or in the clothes of various paramilitary organizations. Self-guided cyber-mines hovered high in the stratosphere, outwardly they resembled colorful balls. The luminaries illuminated the vault of heaven, flooding the smooth mirror boulevards with blinding 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 the sweat from his forehead and turned on the ventilation. The rest of the flight went without problems, and soon the building of the Ministry of Defense appeared. Four combat vehicles were parked at the entrance. The prickly rayars in their suckers - animals with a sense of smell fifteen times stronger than a dog's - surrounded Troshev. The super marshal's cyclopean palace went deep underground, its thick walls housed plasma cannons and cascade lasers. The interior of the deep bunker was simple - luxury was not encouraged. Before this, Troshev had only seen his boss in a three-dimensional projection. The super marshal was an elderly, experienced warrior of one hundred and twenty years. He had to go down on a high-speed elevator, penetrating a good ten kilometers underground.
  Having passed the cordon of elite guards and combat robots, the marshal entered the office, where a plasma computer simulated an expanded hologram of the galaxy with marks of concentration of Russian troops and places of expected enemy strikes. Smaller holograms hung nearby, images of other galaxies were visible. Control over them was not continuous, between the stars there were inclusions of independent states inhabited by intelligent, sometimes very strange races. Troshev did not look at this magnificence for long, he had to make another report. Igor Roerich looked young, his face almost without wrinkles, thick blond hair. It seemed that he had a long life ahead of him, 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 to the benefit of the ruthless selector-war. The life span 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.
  - Here you are, Maxim. Drop all the data onto the computer, it will process it and give you a decision. What can you say about the latest events?
  - The Confederates and their allies have learned a good lesson. The scales are tipping in our favor. Over the last ten battles, the overwhelming majority have been won.
  Roerich nodded.
  - I know that. But the Confederates' allies, the Dag, have become noticeably more active. They are beginning to pose a serious threat.
  - Agree.
  Roerich clicked on the image on the hologram and enlarged it slightly.
  - The Smur galaxy is in front of you. The second largest stronghold of the Dug is here. This is where we will strike our main blow. If we succeed, we will be able to win the war within seventy, maximum one hundred years. And if we fail, the war will drag on for many centuries. You have proven yourself a competent commander, and therefore I propose that you lead Operation Steel Hammer. Understood?
  - Yes sir, your Excellency.
  Igor frowned.
  -Why such titles? Simply address them as comrade supermarshal. Where did you pick that up?
  Maxim felt ashamed.
  - I, Comrade Supermarshal, studied with the Bings. They preached the old imperial style.
  - I see. But the empire is different now, the chairman has 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 will be dismissed, and if Operation Steel Hammer is successful, you will be appointed in my place. We must study in advance, it is a huge responsibility.
  The marshal was more than three times younger than Roerich, and therefore the patronizing tone was quite appropriate and did not cause offense. Although a change of leadership was about to happen, and their new leader would be younger than both of them. Naturally, he would be the best.
  - I'm ready. I serve great Russia!
  - Well, go. My generals will fill you in on the details.
  Having saluted, the marshal left.
  The bunker corridors were painted khaki. The operational headquarters was located below. Numerous photon and plasma computers were processing information flowing in from various points of the metagalaxy at an accelerated pace. There was a long routine job ahead, and the marshal was free only after an hour and a half. Now a protracted hyperjump to the neighboring galaxy awaited him. Enormous forces were to 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 coolness gave way to 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 flowed along the mirror streets. Maxim jumped into the gravoplane, it was comfortable and cool inside, and rushed to the outskirts. He had never been to Petrograd-Galaktika before, and he wanted to see the capital with its three hundred billion inhabitants with his own eyes. He left the military sector, and everything changed, became more cheerful. Buildings with an original composition appeared, he would call them, perhaps, luxurious - representatives of the privileged class lived in them. During the total war, the oligarchic layer had diminished, but it had not been completely destroyed. The palaces were real works of art. One of them resembled a medieval castle, where palm trees towered instead of parapet teeth. Another stood on thin legs, and a highway stretched beneath it, it looked like a brightly colored spider with stars. Many of the buildings where poorer people lived also did not evoke associations with barracks, on the contrary, impressive facades sparkled, decorated with statues of leaders and military leaders of past centuries. Not everything should be painted khaki, thought Troshev. In addition, perhaps the most densely populated city in the universe should have beautiful architecture. The tourist sector with moving walkways, with buildings made in the form of giant roses, as well as blossoming and intertwined tulips, daisies strung on top of each other and bizarrely mixed exotic animals was especially colorful. Apparently, it is interesting to live in a bear or a saber-toothed tiger, this pleases children. However, adults are also amazed when such a structure moves or plays. The marshal was indelibly impressed by the twelve-headed rotating dragon, from each mouth multi-colored fountains spurted, illuminated by neon. In general, there were a great many fountains of the most bizarre shapes, throwing multi-colored streams hundreds of meters into the air. And how beautiful they were, in the light of four suns intertwining into a water ornament, a fabulous, unique play of colors. The children here were cheerful and beautiful: the colorful clothes made them look like fairy-tale elves. There were not only people here, half of the audience were aliens. Nevertheless, the children of the aliens happily played with the human children. Troshev also encountered intelligent plants. Lush golden-headed dandelions with four legs and two thin arms. Their babies had only two legs, and their golden heads were densely strewn with emerald spots. Maxim knew this race well - Gapi, three-sexed plant creatures, peace-loving, but by the will of fate drawn into an all-out interstellar war and becoming natural allies of Great Russia.
  There were enough representatives of other races - mostly neutral states and planets. They wanted to take a look at the incredible capital of the empire. Here the war seemed distant and unreal, it was removed by thousands of parsecs and yet, an uneasy feeling did not leave the marshal. The thought arose in his head that on those planets that they would have to attack, intelligent beings also lived and whole billions of thinking creatures would perish. Streams of blood would be spilled, thousands of cities and villages would be destroyed. But he was the marshal of the empire, and he was obliged to fulfill his duty.
  After admiring the tourist center, the marshal ordered the gravoplane to turn around and headed for the industrial quarters. The houses here were a little lower, with a simple layout. The factories were located deep underground.
  As soon as the gravoplane landed, a flock of barefoot kids rushed towards it with rags and cleaning products. Skinny ragamuffins in rags of the already boring faded khaki, with large torn holes. Deeply tanned, almost black. It seemed that the protracted war was forcing them to tighten their belts. Troshev felt sympathy. The driver, Captain Lisa, did not share such sentiments.
  - Come on, you little rats, get out of here! The marshal is coming! - he barked.
  The street kids scattered, all you could see was their dirty heels flashing. It was hard to walk barefoot on a surface heated by four "suns" at once, and the poor kids didn't know what shoes were. One of the boys, however, was braver than the others and turned around, showing his middle finger. The captain pulled out a blaster and fired at the impudent boy, he would have killed him, but the marshal managed to push the captain under the arm at the last moment. The charge flew past, making a crater in the pavement, shards of molten rock hit the boy's bare feet, and he collapsed on the asphalt. With an effort of will, the future warrior managed to hold back a scream and, enduring the pain, got up. Maxim gave the captain a hard slap.
  - Three days in the guardhouse. Attention, hands at your sides! - the marshal commanded in a menacing tone. - Children are our treasure, and we must protect them, not kill them. Got it, monster?
  The fox stretched his arms at his sides and nodded briefly.
  - Answer according to the regulations.
  - Yes sir.
  Maxim turned his gaze to the boy. He was fair-haired, with a cute, sly face, muscular. Under his torn T-shirt, you could see his strong abs, lined with chocolate bars.
  -What is your name?
  - Yanesh Kowalski! - the ragamuffin shouted at the top of his lungs.
  - I see in you the makings of a strong warrior. Do you want to enroll in the Zhukov School?
  The boy became despondent.
  - I would be glad, but my parents are simple workers and will not be able to pay for my education.
  The marshal smiled.
  - You will be enrolled for free. As I see, you are physically strong, and your eyes speak of mental abilities. The main thing is to study well. These are hard times now, but when the war is over, even workers will live in good conditions.
  - The enemy will be routed! We will win! - Yanesh shouted again at the top of his lungs.
  - Then take your place in the line, soldier. And for starters - in my car.
  The fox winced. The boy was a bit dirty, and the interior would have to be washed after him.
  Having risen, the gravoplane rushed towards the government quarters.
  Yanesh, holding his breath, studied the huge houses with luxurious decoration.
  - They don"t let us into the central sector, but it"s so interesting.
  - You'll see enough.
  And yet the marshal, moved by compassion, ordered to fly up to the tourist center. The boy watched with all his eyes, literally devouring what he saw. It was obvious that he wanted to jump out of the car, run along the moving sidewalk, climb on one of the mind-blowing attractions.
  Usually stern Maxim was kind and gentle as never before on this day.
  - If you want, take a ride on the "mountain of joy", and after that come straight to me. Take the money, or they won't let you in.
  The marshal handed over a piece of paper.
  Yanesh rushed towards the rides, but his appearance was too conspicuous.
  At the entrance to the space ninja room, he was stopped by massive robots.
  - Boy, you're poorly dressed, clearly from the poor neighborhoods. You should be detained and taken to the station.
  The boy tried to run away, but he was hit with a stun gun, knocking him down onto the asphalt. Troshev had to jump out of the car and go and sort things out.
  - Wait, this cadet is with me.
  The policemen who had pulled themselves together stopped and stared at the marshal. Maxim was in his field uniform, but the commander's epaulettes sparkled brightly in gold against the four suns.
  The senior patrolman, a police lieutenant, saluted.
  - Sorry, Marshal, but the regulations prohibit allowing beggars into the center, where we receive guests from all over the galaxy.
  Maxim himself understood that he had made a mistake by letting the ragamuffin out in such a respectable area. But he was not going to show off his blunder.
  -This boy is a scout. He was carrying out a mission from the high command.
  The lieutenant nodded and pressed the button on his pistol. Yanesh Kowalski jerked and came to his senses. The marshal smiled and extended his hand. At that moment, the four aliens suddenly bristled with ray guns. Outwardly, the aliens resembled roughly hewn stumps with blue-brown bark, their limbs were gnarled and crooked. Before the monsters had time to open fire, Maxim fell onto the pavement, pulling out his blaster. Fiery trails passed along the top, crashed into a colorful statue, dispersing the picturesque pedestal into photons. Troshev cut down two attackers with a laser beam, the two surviving aliens moved to the sides. One of them was also overtaken by the inexorable beam, but the second managed to hide behind the ledge of the facade. The monster fired from three hands at once and, although Maxim moved quickly, he was slightly hit - his side was burned and his right hand was damaged. The enemy's beams hit the "mad water lily" attraction at a tangent. An explosion followed.
  The marshal's vision was swimming, but he was surprised to see Yanesh tear out a piece of the slab and throw it at his opponent. Maxim was amazed at the inhuman power hidden in this frail-looking teenager... The throw was accurate, right into a row of five eyes. The creature jerked and staggered forward. That was enough for Maxim's well-aimed shot to end the monster's life.
  The fight ended quickly. During it, the policemen did not even try to open fire. The marshal immediately took note of this.
  - All the best fights at the front, and in the rear, on the city streets, cowards sit out.
  The plump lieutenant turned pale and approached Maxim.
  - Comrade Marshal, I beg your pardon, but they had heavy ray guns, and we...
  - And what's this! - Maxim pointed at the blaster on the patrolman's belt. - A fly swatter? Too bad, apparently there's no work for you in the capital. You won't sit around doing nothing, I'll try to get you sent to the front.
  Beckoning the boy over, Maxim helped him jump on board the gravoplane, and then shook his hand firmly.
  -Well, you're an eagle. I'm glad I wasn't wrong about you.
  Kowalski winked in a friendly manner, his voice sounding quite loud and joyful.
  - I only made one successful throw. I could have...
  - You'll have your chance. Finish school and go straight into battle. You've got your whole life ahead of you, you'll still have your fill of fighting.
  - War is great! - the boy exclaimed enthusiastically. - I want to go to the front immediately, take a ray gun in my hands...
  - You can't do it right away, you'll be killed in the first battle. Get a specialty first.
  Yanesh sniffed resentfully. He was confident in his abilities, he thought that he could do a lot, including shooting. Meanwhile, the gravoplane was flying over the huge Michurinsky Park. There were giant trees growing there, some of them reaching several hundred meters in height. And the fruits were so huge that, having eaten out the middle, you could live inside. Genetically modified pineapples with golden skin looked appetizing. However, contrary to expectations, they did not cause any particular admiration in the boy.
  - I've been in forests like these before, - Yanesh explained. - Unlike the central areas, everyone is allowed there. Although it's a long walk to get there.
  - Perhaps! - said Maxim. - And yet, admire the plants here... There's a mushroom, a whole platoon could fit under it.
  - Just a semblance of a large fly agaric. It is inedible. I remember I collected a whole bag of cut pieces of fruit. I like pawarara - thin skin, and the taste is simply delicious. Figs are nothing compared to it. You have to be careful when you cut it. It can burst, and there is a stream like a waterfall - it will sweep away before you have time to squeak. The fruit here is too big. You have to carry them in pieces in a plastic bag, and it is very inconvenient.
  Maxim patted Yanesh on the shoulder.
  - Not everything is measured by food. Let's go down and pick some flowers.
  - As a gift for a girl! Why not!
  The boy's hands reached for the steering wheel. Captain Fox slapped his fingers angrily.
  - Don't touch the steering wheel, puppy.
  And immediately in response he received another reprimand from the marshal.
  - You only have enough courage to fight with a child.
  - My apologies, your Excellency!
  Yanesh couldn't help but laugh.
  - If you want, try it, - Maxim allowed.
  "I have experience with simulators," Yanesh said.
  Without a shadow of doubt or fear, Kowalski placed his hands on the steering wheel and directed the machine downwards. Apparently, he really did have remarkable abilities. The gravoplane flew past the tops of giant trees.
  Maxim did not interfere, allowing the boy to control the aircraft. It must be said that he coped with his task quite successfully, maneuvering between the giant trunks, he never crashed, demonstrating virtuoso technique beyond his years. However, even if he had crashed, it would not have been a big deal, the gravoplane had a perfect safety system. Finally, they landed on a clearing strewn with small but fabulously beautiful flowers. It seemed as if a kind wizard had generously scattered the jewels. The eyes were dazzled by the complex range of colors, and the intoxicating smell caused indescribable delight.
  Yanesh even whistled with admiration. When they landed, the boy jumped out and began to pick flowers, gathering a whole bunch. Maxim was cool, he liked the landscape and, nevertheless, something caused anxiety. A sense of threat. The marshal, who had been through fire and water, was used to trusting his intuition, it rarely let him down. In principle, in the capital of a great empire there should not be life forms dangerous to humans. Here, something different. Maxim beckoned to the boy and quietly whispered in his ear:
  - There are enemies near us. Hide the flowers and come with me.
  Yanesh's eyes sparkled.
  - I'm ready.
  Leaving the bouquet in the car under the supervision of Captain Fox, Maxim and Yanesh moved deeper into the forest. Of course, they should have called in the troops and combed the area. But Maxim was overcome with excitement. Yanesh, of course, was possessed by romantic aspirations, he imagined himself as a military intelligence officer and was happy about it. They made their way through the jungle, trying not to make noise. Yanesh managed to burn his bare legs on purple nettles, but he restrained himself, although the skin up to his knees was covered in large blisters.
  "Be careful," Maxim whispered. "In the forest, danger is hidden in every blade of grass."
  - Protective camouflage is needed here, - whispered Janesh. The rags barely covered the body, something was crawling on the legs. Large insects, and Janesh learned this back in school, do not eat people on this planet. The most dangerous species of arthropods were destroyed at the genetic level, the last thing they needed was for the center of the capital to become a source of infection or epidemic. They walked on in silence. Suddenly Maxim froze. The small creatures behaved restlessly, as if someone had scared them. The marshal took the boy by the hand and whispered in his ear:
  - There's an ambush ahead!
  Maxim took a sound pickup out of his pocket and carefully listened to the surrounding area. Yes, there were five human fighters and about the same number of aliens lying nearby. Well, with such a balance of forces, it was better not to engage in battle, but to go around the enemy.
  That's what they did.
  The experienced soldier and the green boy moved in sync. They had to go through thick bushes, ankle-deep in moss. With great difficulty, the marshal figured out the gap in the human chain and managed to slip through at that point. THEY were lucky, none of the aliens had an animal sense or phenomenal hearing. The sound pickup could already distinguish quietly spoken words.
  - Mr. Resident, you are demanding the impossible from me.
  In response, a voice similar to croaking.
  - And you, General, are accustomed to only taking money without fully working for it.
  Judging by the timbre, he belonged to a non-humanoid race.
  - You were paid half a million, and what do you get? Outdated information about spy satellites.
  "It's not my fault," the human voice continued to justify itself weakly. "Information of this kind, in principle, becomes outdated very quickly. I am not omnipotent."
  - We understood that right away, to put it simply, you are weak. When it comes to attacking the "Kremlin" system, you and your accomplices will be of little use.
  Maxim shuddered. Could 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, as its creators claim, is impregnable and, nevertheless, if the enemies have become active in the very heart of the empire, this leads to sad thoughts.
  - Know, man, soon we will use a fundamentally new weapon, and with its help the Russian starships will turn to dust before they reach the striking distance. Then our army, like an all-pervading gravitational wave, will flood the Russian spaces, subjugate the imperial worlds.
  Maxim caught a suppressed sigh, apparently the traitor was not particularly pleased with such a prospect. Nevertheless, he answered:
  - The fifth column is more active than ever, and your invasion will proceed as planned.
  - 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 attack.
  - So it will be.
  - And look, man, if the attack of our starships fails, it will be worse for you. Your own counterintelligence will tear you to pieces, and the execution will be slow and painful.
  Although Maxim did not see who was speaking, he was sure that SMERSH would be able to identify the traitor by his voice.
  - We need information about all the latest appointments in the enemy's top echelons. Everything you know.
  - According to my information, young Marshal Maxim Troshev was appointed to command the star fleet in the Smur galaxy. There is no exact information about him, but...
  - It's all clear, the Russians are preparing a major offensive there. As always. The new commander - a surprise attack with large forces.
  Maxim shuddered, he wanted to rush forward and strangle the degenerate. The operation was in jeopardy.
  - I think that's true. As for other appointments...
  The traitor listed them long and tediously, and Maxim had already formed a plan in his head. First, he needed to leave this place unnoticed, and second, urgently contact SMERSH. There they would decide whether to immediately neutralize the spy network or wait. After all, the identified traitors were not dangerous, and disinformation could be leaked through them. The main thing was no amateur activity. However, the boy, who had been sitting quietly until now, stirred, and it was noticeable that his youthful energy was in full swing.
  - Maybe we should hit them with a laser, Mr. Marshal?
  - No, absolutely not, - whispered Maxim. - Intelligence is intelligence, to collect information and report it to the right people. And if you violate the order, I will shoot you personally.
  The marshal raised his ray gun threateningly.
  Yanesh nodded.
  - Orders are not discussed.
  Maxim regretted taking the boy with him. What if their whispers were heard... Meanwhile, a squeak was heard in the sound pickup, the stranger spoke again.
  - Tell "Jupiter" that if he does not help us, we can give him up by sacrificing this pawn. Then your Supreme will be furious, and mercy is not one of his shortcomings.
  "Yes," thought Maxim, "a leader must be tough." Once he was one of the chosen thousand, although he only had a chance to become a leader in the event of the sudden death of the ruling dictator. A thousand are selected every year, and the rotation of 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 that were so stormy in childhood began to weaken with age. However, becoming a marshal when you are not even forty... that says something.
  - Don't touch Jupiter. It's your best hope. Without it, your chances of winning the war are slim to none.
  Inogalact clucked something unintelligible in response. Then he articulated:
  - "Jupiter" is valuable when active. Because of its inactivity, our troops suffer too many losses. Be that as it may, you will convey our instructions to it. In the meantime, you may go.
  - That's it, we can leave, - Maxim sighed with relief. At that moment, refuting his words, an explosion thundered. A shootout ensued.
  - Damn it! Another remake...
  The marshal ducked, and only in Yanesh"s eyes did joyful sparkles flash.
  . CHAPTER #11
  - You say conscience! - growled the arrogant slave.
  - So that happiness would belong to everyone, and not to a select few. For this holy cause, I raised my sword! - exclaimed the Witch.
  The Count was skeptical:
  - No! I believe you are driven either by resentment or by a thirst for power! There were slave rebellions, and they only ended in massacres. Such are the consequences of any rebellion.
  - This will not be a riot, but a revolution. The most important thing will happen later, after the victory! - The warrior said with great enthusiasm.
  - Revolution? What a strange word, did you come up with it yourself? - Forsa was surprised.
  - Not exactly! An angel in a dream called me this term. - Vedmakova turned on with inspiration.
  - An angel or one of the black gods! Prophetic dreams are deceitful. - The count doubted.
  - In any case, you will have a chance to change people's lives for the better and become better yourself! All troubles come from egoism, prosperity is possible only through joint efforts. A person without a team is like a coal without a fire, it gives little light and quickly goes out! - Vedmakova spewed a stream of eloquence.
  - You say a person should be in a group. But do you know what an animal nature is? - Forsa asked sarcastically.
  - And it is better for an animal to be in a herd! And anyway, since you are a slave and were not ransomed, the nobility has turned away from you, and your true friends have shown their true colors in words. So, it is high time to look for comrades in a different environment. - Vedmakova suggested more calmly.
  Count de Bora was silent for a few seconds, then extended his hand:
  - Even though I don"t believe in ultimate success, at least my blade will get drunk on blood.
  - Logic should not serve instincts - reason is lust! - said the Witch.
  - Okay, enough of lecturing 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 a squad leader! - The warrior suggested.
  - Not bad, but you don't need to elect every military leader. There should be a stricter principle of one-man command. You've been elected, so you appoint! - The Count began to put on his chainmail. A couple of boys rushed to his aid.
  - What about free competition? - Vedmakova doubted.
  - It's disastrous for the army! - Forsa snapped. - The economy is a rhizome of many shoots, the army is a single trunk!
  Vedmakova teased:
  - But more often than not it"s oak, and not in terms of power and durability, but in terms of control level!
  A half-naked boy handed the count a sword. In response, he slapped it on his bony, repeatedly beaten back. The boy gasped and jumped back, kicking his brown legs.
  The witcher said decisively:
  - I am forming five legions of a truncated composition, two and a half soldiers in each. You are appointed to command the third! And let the slaves choose the rest!
  The last sentence caused an argument, almost turning into a fight. Then a fight actually broke out, several slaves were wounded, and the Witch had to intervene. Knocking down the most frisky ones, she yelled:
  - Enough of this cudgel! Let's move on to the direct appointment of commanders.
  The slaves did not grumble very much, but when the warrior put such a proposal to a vote, they unanimously raised their hands.
  Here, the leader of the uprising, Vedmakova, had to work hard. In fact, it was difficult to determine a worthy one by eye, and he kept asking questions of the prospective candidates. Finally, appointments were made to the legions, and temporary commanders were appointed to the smaller units.
  - When the battles are over, we will look at the valor and ingenuity demonstrated by the warriors! - The girl explained.
  One of the legions consisted entirely of children and teenagers. Vedmakova put a boy named Bik in charge of them. The boys began to cry out in discontent:
  - He's still too small! We don't need a small fry. Put the biggest and strongest one over us.
  - And who do you want?
  - I miss you! He is the most worthy!
  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 intelligence is for a commander, asked:
  - How much is seven times eight!
  The young man looked at her and muttered:
  - I don't know! The main thing is muscles and strength.
  Bick barked into the loudspeaker:
  - Muscles without brains, it's a handful of meat - for which a frying pan cries!
  - You bug, shut up! I'll blow your jaw off! - roared the young hero.
  - Anyone who doesn't know that seven times eight is fifty-six is unlikely to be able to hit a target further than their nose with their fist! - The boy stuck his tongue out at him.
  The young thug shouted at the top of his lungs:
  - I challenge you, we will fight to the death!
  - You imitate me like a rat-monkey! - Count de Forsa noted. - However, this is the only worthy way out.
  - Of two duelists, one is a fool, the other a scoundrel! - Vedmakova noted. - Although 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, looked with disdain at his sculpted muscles, the boy was thin, but sinewy. His round face made faces, the sword twirled in his hands.
  - Well, are we going to fight or make peace? - He asked mockingly.
  - Yes, I will! - The athlete attacked the boy. He struck with a backhand, his sword was long and heavy, apparently it was a two-handed one. Bick dodged the blow, not even trying to parry, but simply jumped above the trajectory and stuck the sword into the bridge of the nose. The boy struck only with the calculation - to scratch, but not to kill.
  The brute became even more furious, he began to swing his second sword. Here even Buk had to step up, running away. The boy's bare heels grew smaller, and the blades rushed after them. Suddenly Bik stopped, a pipe appeared in his teeth. The opponent swung harder and rushed forward at a gallop of a horse, spreading his thick arms wide. Smiling crookedly, the boy spat, and something small hit the athlete in the face. Bik walked sideways past the blades, and even hit his opponent in the chest with his bare heel.
  The mighty man staggered and screamed wildly, then his legs weakened and he began to fall.
  A collective sigh went through the army, few expected a small boy to defeat a giant. Then the children cried out joyfully, first of all, of course, the smallest of the slaves. It is pleasant for those who are smaller and weaker to see that their main boss is not big either. So even a child can do something for the rebellion.
  Slaves ran up to the fallen athlete, including a couple of local doctors. A purple spot spread across the young hero's rough, sparsely haired face. The doctor said in surprise:
  - Basilica! A needle with poison that paralyzes the limbs was stuck into him.
  - Temporarily! - Bik declared. - Then he'll come to his senses. He won't remember anything, he simply won't notice his shame.
  The witch approached the boy:
  - Where did you learn to make poisons?
  - Nowhere! I found it in one of the estates. The rich are also not happy with their position in society. That's why they make all sorts of poison. If the potion is sealed, no problem, I know how to open locks! - Bik winked slyly at the Witcher.
  - Where from? - asked the warrior.
  - One thief taught me! He temporarily became a slave, I was in the same pair with him, we worked hard, chopped down trees. He told me how to pick locks, even showed me a few things. He was amazed at my memory, and then ran away. - The boy winked slyly.
  - And you didn"t follow him? - Vedmakova was surprised.
  - No! We were all flogged for this escape anyway, and if I had escaped too, every fifth one would have been crucified on pillars. Two is already a conspiracy. - The wiry boy explained.
  - Barbarians! Well, okay, if you are so memorizing, perhaps meeting Hirov will be useful to you. - Vedmakova suggested.
  - It's possible! I've wanted to become the strongest and smartest for a long time! - The boy showed a ball of biceps.
  - Stronger and smarter than me? - The warrior said playfully.
  - No! After all, you are the leader! But with your right hand, why not! - Bick stood on his hands for greater persuasiveness.
  - The higher a person soars, the more dissatisfied he is with his position! - Vedmakova noted.
  - People don't fly! Only he whose mind is not accustomed to crawling has wings! - The boy showed a precocious intelligence.
  - Our army will have wings too! I promise I'll think of something. - Vedmakova promised.
  - And I believe you, elder 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! - said Bik.
  - The leader of the country should be a brother to the people, not a bro! - The leader of the nation is first and foremost a servant of the people. However, let's leave the exchange of compliments, the weapon that you took should be used by others too. Let's make pipes! - The Witcher ordered.
  - They don't have enough range! - Passa noted. - They need to be improved.
  - I'm already thinking about it, after all, lips and cheeks give the opportunity to hit at a short distance. But if there is something that expands on its own and hits with force. Some mineral or grass. - Vedmakova felt a strong mental tension.
  The boy apparently heard her words:
  - We'll do it, we'll pick out the elements! We still have time, many slaves need to be shown basic war techniques.
  - You are right, my younger brother, the sorcerer will help us with some things. However, until large forces are thrown at us, we must attack. However, we must prepare thoroughly. It is easier to find a dry stone in the ocean than an invention that has not been tried for military purposes! - Vedmakova summed up.
  After all, the rebels spent the day in training, and at the same time, Bik sent out reconnaissance.
  An army came out of the city. Not very large, but well armed. A young scout, riding on a smaller cockroach-crustacean, even noticed one absurdity:
  - The warriors have five swords each, and they can barely move!
  - That's good! - Bick declared. - Or rather, it's even wonderful, before they get to us, they'll be exhausted from the extra weight.
  The witch slyly noted:
  - Experienced warriors said, don't take weapons longer than five fingers on your right hand. Well, of course, not bad, their stupidity will help you win faster. But for now, 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 do the enemy have exactly?
  - Five and a half thousand, - Bick said confidently. - That means if we squeeze them all, there will be no more than five hundred people left in the city.
  - That's quite reasonable, we'll have to come at us from all sides. They won't dare attack us at night, they'll cut up their own. That means they'll set up camp and then attack us with all their might at dawn. They might even split up the troops to encircle us. - Vedmakova suggested.
  Count de Forsa objected:
  - I know the habits of the Sultanate well, we have fought with them many times. At night they will send several spies with gold bags to our camp. They will try to bribe the slaves, and then send them to the stake or, at best, tear out their nostrils.
  - Sending spies is an ancient tactic, - Vedmakova noted, flexing her toes. - But they don't have invisibility caps, the guard boys are so observant and cunning, they'll catch them all. Besides, we'll strike them a little closer to dawn. And the slaves will sleep better and the enemy will fall deeper into sleep.
  - Logical! I'll go first to attack! - Bik said.
  - We'll have to take out the guards, and that can be done with the help of shooting tubes. - Vedmakova showed the device. - There's something like a piston attached here, three types of herbs, and oil with carbide. You just have to act carefully, otherwise the recoil will knock the boys' teeth out. Take the smartest boys with you.
  - Many have experience raiding gardens and stealing. Some were born free, and some, especially domestic slaves, stole from their masters. - Bik reassured everyone. - So they went through survival school.
  - So much the better! In general, I don't think there will be too many guards. After all, who are we to them? Slaves, which means we're stupid! Stupidity is closer to obedience - agility 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. In our army there will be many women, and with rare exceptions they are warriors weaker than men.
  So each battle must be carefully planned. Especially since at the first defeat, the slaves will start to run away from us.
  - Victory is like a woman - it attracts with its brilliance, but repels with its price! - Vedmakova flashed her wit again.
  - Excellent! Now I see that the plan of the operation is fully agreed upon. It only remains to clarify the details. During the battle, panic will begin in the enemy ranks, and most of the soldiers will run to the city of Zhit. - Hirov suggested
  - Understood! The strongest detachment of slaves will attack from the rear, right from the city. Perhaps I will lead it. - Count Forsa suggested.
  - It's impossible, and you! - the sorcerer clarified.
  - Besides, we have pots of oil, and he ordered to attach wicks to them. Let's throw them into the camp, increase the panic. - Vedmakova suggested.
  - That's also reasonable, - the sorcerer agreed. - Only you haven't prepared enough of these charges yet.
  - That's right! Fire is the god of war and like other gods, he demands attention and sacrifices! But we didn't have enough time to prepare everything. - The Witcher herself felt ashamed of her carelessness.
  - Next time you'll be more sophisticated. And for now it wouldn't hurt for us to sleep, too. - Khirov yawned without any pretense.
  The witch nodded:
  - I have an animal habit of sleeping little and lightly, but our brothers deserve rest.
  - Sleep is a strategic weapon, its lack is the cause of fatigue, which in turn is the germ of defeat. - Passa noted.
  The slaves slept like logs after their outdoor classes. Only the guards sat in ambush, ready to raise the alarm. You never know what if the enemy commander turns out to be more far-sighted. However, everything turned out well, apparently the commander, the head of the government legion, Temnik Etrimon did not want an unpredictable night battle. In addition, it is easier for a slave to hide in the dark, and then catch them. And so they might just surrender, after which there will be torture and execution. Temnik Etrimon licked his lips, it is especially pleasant to mock young women, break toes, set hair on fire - very tempting.
  Having quickly pitched their tents, the soldiers fell asleep. No more than twenty sentries were left. Before going to bed, Etrimon and the thousand-men threw a party, naked dancers shook their charms in front of them. It was beautiful and fun. The thousand-men threw bones at them, forced them to take seductive poses. Then, without any embarrassment, they took possession of them and, having satisfied their animal lust, fell into a drunken sleep.
  Their death was creeping up on them unnoticed. The rebels passed through a small forest, a flock of boys was moving ahead. Bik, pressed against a tree, hiding in the foliage, saw the first guard.
  - Here he is, delicious and bored.
  The poison was slightly improved and caused instant paralysis. It was not necessary to hit the face, because the Sultanate warriors, as a rule, walked lightly and only the chest was covered with armor and the sentry was lying down.
  - There is one!
  Vedmakova herself is moving from behind. She takes out the guard without any shooting tube. She just comes from behind and breaks his neck.
  - Movement is life! Just don't sing - for the repose of the soul! And it's so sad - my stomach is empty!
  The warrior felt a little funnier. The trees around were tall, vines were visible. Her beloved was crawling nearby, as were the smartest boy slaves. The adult warriors were heavier, and therefore lagged behind. A heavy beast always made more noise.
  The witcher finished off another guard on the way, who was just sipping coconut beer from a flask. The camp opened up before them.
  Not a particularly large camp, the soldiers slept, sometimes in tents, sometimes just on the thick grass. The night is warm, few sentries yawn, they watch inattentively.
  The main thing here is to remove them all at once, so that they don't have time to raise the alarm. The swan cuckoo with its pleasant voice is better suited for this. It doesn't arouse any suspicions, on the contrary, its cooing is heard almost continuously, but if you change the tone, you can catch information.
  Vedmakova does so. They answer him. The guards do not react, what "lucky" they were, the death was easy.
  - One sword is like a drop of rain, it falls and scatters, but when there are many of them, victory is born!
  The witch began to cut the sleeping ones. On the one hand, it was not knightly, but on the other - victory is worth honor! Honor is a relative concept and should be applied first and foremost to one's own soldiers!
  First of all, finish off those who are dressed better, the commanders. The swords were usually put in a separate pile.
  However, the pangs of conscience did not last 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, overcast weather. The slaves are all half naked and easily distinguish each other, and the warriors bump heads, often hacking at each other. And some shout:
  - Save yourself!
  - Help! Demons are attacking!
  In a panic, the role of the commander is more important than ever. Vedmakova knows this, and rushes to the main tent.
  Etrimon, still half drunk, barely opened his eyes. In general, anyone who drinks before a fight gets a hangover in hell.
  - What happened! Why are the pipes silent! - he shouted.
  - The trumpets are silent because the blades sing - steel is stronger than copper! - Vedmakova shouted. She jumped on Etrimon. Temnik, of course, skillfully wielded the blade, but he was not yet fully collected, and Vedmakova's muscles were perfectly warmed up. She performed a furious three, her henna-painted blade was barely visible in the darkness. The head of the unlucky nobleman flew off.
  Vedmakova knocked down a thousand-man who had rushed at her with a kick. She took out another commander with a spit from her pipe.
  - What ghouls, haven't woken up yet!
  Another clear blow of the sword, the pierced enemy falls! Two thousanders try to get behind him, but they run into the dancer. She squeals, kicks. Vedmakova does not miss the moment, he cuts down one, finishes off the other. Well, an army without leaders is like a flock of sheep without a shepherd, one wolf, if it does not eat, will scare!
  Now the rebellious slaves, many armed with a club, or at best a spear, took wings. The tactic of throwing five at one was very effective. It was easier to knock him down and trample him.
  - Don't let them get away! Cut off their legs! - Vedmakova shouted through the voice amplifier.
  Solntslava was hacking along with everyone else. How the muscles of this diva played. It is not for nothing that many consider an enraged woman to be more terrible than a demon. So she chopped 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 some semblance of order, but they quickly died. In addition, the sultanate did everything to ensure that the soldier forgot what initiative was. The rebels, in turn, quite cleverly pushed the sultanate troops away from the cockroach snails.
  - Don't let them get on the saddle! - Solntslava shouted.
  Passa added:
  - Fire, rein in the horses.
  This helped, the cockroach snails broke 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 Vedmakova and the slaves were waiting for. The fight turned into extermination and pursuit.
  The warrior narrowed her right eye and threw three daggers:
  - We won't let them get away!
  Flight is more stupidity than cowardice! After all, most soldiers die not in battle, but during pursuit!
  Bick, like a very fast boy, jumped on the neck of one of the officers and rode on him:
  - Faster, cockroach!
  The dagger served as spurs, but the poor guy didn"t even try to throw it off.
  The witch, noticing this, shouted:
  - War is like a game of dominoes, only the broken dominoes can no longer be put back together - the earth holds!
  - It's okay, my bones are young and strong! - The boy jumped down and chopped at the neck. After which he even picked up the pace.
  The witcher tripped over a corpse, several bodies were lying around, but the diva did not fall, but jumped over them. Then she slashed with her swords. The fighting spirit of the troops fighting against them evaporated, and now the warrior turned into an executioner. There was even a disgust for blood. The witcher screamed:
  - In the name of honor! Whoever throws down their weapons will live! Surrender, warriors of the Sultanate.
  There were those who obeyed the order, but many in despair continued to flee, and some fell to their knees.
  For example, ten powerful fighters surrendered to Bik at once. Maybe they thought it was safer to entrust their fate to a child. The boy shouted:
  - Fall on your face!
  The warriors fell. Bik walked barefoot on their backs, despite the child's light weight, the soldiers groaned in fear. Then the boy had the idea of relieving himself in the defeated enemies. But then he drove away the vile temptation, because slaves want to build a better society, and do not repeat the path of their masters.
  - Okay, live - smoke the sky!
  Gradually the battle faded away! Although it seemed that the massacre was long. The witcher came across a rather skilled warrior. After a harsh exchange of attacks, she still disarmed him, then stunned him.
  - We need these!
  Some were thrown nets, such did not resist. The battle was almost over, only the flight and pursuit dragged on. Vedmakova personally led the pursuit, 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 immediately capture a city that was not ready for defense.
  - This will be a strong move. We will not let the wealth be taken away, and most importantly, we will break in on their shoulders.
  Several dozen fighters from the defeated army still managed to jump on the cockroach snails and galloped up to the gate.
  They didn't open it right away, there was a squabble. When the gates were lowered, the Witcher jumped out from behind the forest with her horsemen. She was screaming, using the boy's device:
  - In the name of the great Sultan Erifef! Powerful reinforcements are rushing towards you! If you want to protect the city, let the warriors take their place on the walls.
  The guards, half asleep, didn't realize it right away, especially since the Witcher had thrown on a rich robe that she had pulled off the corpses. The helmet alone was worth something, it sparkled like an icicle in the sun, who would refuse such a noble commander?
  And the gentlemen, the burgomaster, and other nobles, of course, did not sleep, they "cared" for 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 it, as is customary in this country, there was a huge statue of Sultan Erifef, with a fountain spewing from his mouth. In the largest hall it was noisy and cheerful, music was playing - a mountainous feast. Noblemen of the sultanate arranged a sabantuy. In expensive gold-embroidered togas, they lay on lush pillows, on low tables there were piles of dishes, wines and liqueurs. Hundreds of lamps sparkled on the tables and walls. Throughout the estate and in the colonnades, countless slaves, slave girls, slave boys and bodyguard soldiers guarding the palace flashed. The dignitaries sipped toasts. The main nobleman, Sheikh du Pustemore, froze in the arms of two naked hetaerae. He twitched and moaned like a man possessed, and finally broke free and screamed.
  -And now it's time to have some gladiator fights. It's boring as it is, there's no blood, and the wine is not to my liking.
  The horn sounded, and 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.
  In the center of the miniature Colosseum a fire was burning, torches reinforced with glass gave a fairly bright light with a crimson hue, white gravel sparkled, giving the podium a cheerful look. The first to run onto the stage was a muscular and slender girl in a leather belt. Like a first-class gymnast, she did two somersaults and walked on her hands. Then she stood opposite the prince, frozen, crossing her sword and dagger in such weapons he was called - myrmillo. Despite the fact that the girl could perform in a beauty contest, how soft, velvety her skin, light hair, 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. Having stretched, he stood opposite his opponent. This 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 had known each other for a long time and were winking at each other.
  - 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 primordial flame! - The girl answered rudely.
  - Why are you so cruel! We are still virgins, we must live! - The young man said with timid hope.
  - This won't help us! Even the gods despise slaves!
  The training at the gladiator school was tough and scars were visible on the naked, shiny bodies of the young fighters.
  The crowd became animated, bets were placed, wild shouts encouraged the young gladiators, who clearly did not want to fight.
  The sheikh's wife took out a leather bag.
  - Fifty in gold to Kaiska! - She flashed her large teeth.
  - Let's start! The sheikh gave the signal.
  So different and at the same time having much in common, the warriors came together, their movements were fast and chaotic. First, the warrior with the trident tried to throw a net, but missed, and his opponent, wildly jumping on him, managed to slash his stomach with a dagger. The young man jumped back and struck his chest with a trident, but only slightly scratched the skin. Nevertheless, his maneuver forced his opponent to retreat. He stepped back and leaned against the net, not allowing the once beloved gladiator to approach.
  - You men are stupid! That means you are doomed to defeat! - The girl said haughtily.
  - What a man he was born! - The young man looked embarrassed.
  Suddenly the retiarius with the trident grabbed the gravel with his hand and threw it at her face. The maneuver had an effect, the girl closed her eyes, and at that very second the trident pierced her stomach.
  The young gladiator screamed in pain and doubled over, but still managed to plunge the blade into her shoulder. The retiarius screamed and pulled out his weapon. The sword flashed like lightning, almost piercing his neck. The gladiator retreated, his chest cut. The young man groaned in pain and dropped his trident. Then his opponent jumped at him and threw a dagger. The swing was weak, and the tip pierced the flesh of his 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 myrmillo in the solar plexus with the blade. The once loving couple (like Romeo and Juliet) fell dead on the gravel. The drunken crowd laughed and hooted. Three sullen slaves with low foreheads and protruding jaws ran into the arena, they cauterized the bodies of the losers with a red-hot iron, but those who had received spiritual freedom. Having made sure that they were dead, they hooked their ribs and dragged them off the stage. The place where there was blood was covered with coals.
  - They will go to feed the insects, - the sheikh's wife Demeter bared her horse teeth. - It's a pity that the bones are too small, the animals will remain hungry.
  - It will be meat and more tasty. It's a pity, though, a couple of them could have turned out to be quite promising athletes! - The sheikh growled.
  - In your bed? - the diva asked sarcastically.
  - And why not! The girl is pretty, and the young man could be yours. - The sheikh had quite progressive views, believing that a wife could well amuse her plump body with a young slave.
  - Too small and fragile! Do we have another pair like that? - Demeter inquired.
  - Unfortunately, there aren't any! Let's look at the young shift that was sent to us from the neighboring school. - The sheikh grinned.
  - Maybe it would be better to let them grow up! Otherwise, we'll kill all our prisoners. - Unexpectedly, the nobleman's wife showed compassion.
  - The news of the slave revolt is too joyful and I want to celebrate it to the fullest extent. - The nobleman shook his stomach.
  - Unless, of course, Etimon gets ahead of you! - The fat woman teased.
  - Such a nonentity! All the better to finish off all the gladiators now and deprive the fool of the spectacle. Bring on the newbies! - The sheikh growled.
  - These are not exactly newbies. - Demeter licked her lips.
  The gong sounds again and boy warriors run out onto the arena. They look to be fourteen or fifteen years old, with fairly broad shoulders and chests. Like the previous fighters, they do somersaults and run on their hands. Having already run onto the podium, they put on their weapons, helmets, chest armor, shields and swords. One has a straight blade, while the other is curved like a sabre. Their sculpted abs are open and scars are visible. The boy standing on the right has healed cuts that cross his chest in three lines.
  The skin is generously oiled and shiny.
  The announcer makes an announcement.
  -The famous fighters Fudoros with a curved sabre and Safflorov with a straight sword are performing in the ring. Fudoros has six fights to his credit, Safflorov has seven. All their opponents were either killed on the spot or stabbed by decision of the people. The manager pointed his finger at the assembled group. Those wishing to make a bet appeared again. The sheikh roared.
  - One hundred gold coins for Safflower.
  Bets were quickly placed, the nobles were arguing. Two even got into a fight. One splashed a glass of wine, the other hit him in the face with a fat leg. Hetaerae and guards rushed to calm the raging crowd. The sheikh's wife, imperious, impudent, fat, barked:
  -Forward! Kill!
  The gladiators met. This time, they took their time, testing each other with careful blows. When they collided, the swords sparked slightly, the shields trembled. The public did not like this caution, they howled with discontent, bones flew towards the fighters. The sheikh overturned the tray, covered himself in wine and jam. Then he spat and squealed heart-rendingly.
  - If you do not fight, I will order you to be hung upside down. Several pressing savages "janissaries" ran out on the podium, they waved spears, demonstrating jabs into the open back. Safflorov went on the offensive, furiously attacking, he kicked his vis-a-vis in the knee. The teenager retreated, slightly moving the sword to the side, his opponent slashed at the chest. The poorly screwed plate fell down. The next lunge left a deep mark on the skin, thick blood flowed. Fudoros retreated, one of the hairy fighters hit him in the legs. And when the boy hesitated, Safflorov hit the helmet with such fury that he staggered and fell. From the concussion, the "helmet" flew off, revealing a white head with a swollen bump on the forehead. Safflorov put the blade to his nervously heaving chest. He glanced sideways at the "audience".
  Waiting for a sign. When the majority runs their fingers through their hair, it means to kill, and when they clasp their hands together, it means to pardon.
  However, there was no mercy in the fierce faces. Almost everyone, even women and teenagers, ran their hands across their throats.
  -Death! Finish him off!
  The sheikh's wife barked mockingly.
  - He got off too cheap. Give him to me for one night.
  Safflorov hesitated, pressed lightly on the bare chest of the fallen teenager, and a drop of blood appeared. Then, in despair, he threw away his sword:
  -I can't! He's my friend.
  The noise suddenly stopped and deathly silence ensued.
  -What! - The sheikh became furious. - You refuse to kill the defeated. Put them both in a cage, and then there will be terrible torture in front of the entire gladiator school.
  The warriors jumped up to Fudoros, splashed water in his face, and then, to help him come to his senses faster, cauterized his bare heel with a hot iron. The boy screamed, jumped up, and two lassos were immediately thrown around his neck. Safflorov tried to resist, he fought off a dozen swords at once, fear gave him strength. But one of the shooters hit him in the leg with an arrow. The poison paralyzed the young man, but did not kill him. Having tied them both up, they locked them in a cage. Safflorov was stabbed in the ribs with a hot rod, his skin began to smoke, the seasoned boy steadfastly endured the injections. But apparently the torture of two disobedient boys was put off for dessert.
  The sheikh's wife's eyes sparkled:
  - They must be my husband. You know that I am inventive.
  - I know, but just watch out, I might get jealous. The guys are handsome and can already get married. - The sheikh grinned.
  - Most likely, even married! After all, these are the strongest and healthiest slaves who should reproduce! - The fat woman winked.
  - Gladiators are the flower of bondage! If only we could get their wives and torture them, too. - The sheikh grinned.
  - We'll make it! By the way, here are the girls again.
  Now the women were supposed to fight. Two half-naked divas in loincloths entered the arena. They were chained by the necks - they could not be torn apart. Weapons - two daggers in each hand. Clearly, the fight would be brutal and not too long. One girl was fair, the other black-haired, both with rather long manes.
  -To battle! - the thug thundered.
  "I won't bet!" the sheikh's wife barked. "It's become a bad omen."
  The poor women came together. It was scary, one of them had her stomach ripped open almost immediately, the other was wounded in the chest. Continuing to cut themselves, the girls kicked their legs, tearing their flesh. There was a lot of blood and they could not leave or run away. Finally, one of them, completely cut up, fell to her knees. The black-haired one laughed, trying to finish her off, but she ran into a treacherous blow from below under the rib. Groaning, she still managed to hit the offender on the back of the head. Both beautiful mutilated women fell on the gravel, fluttered several times, froze. The shaggy "janissaries" ran up to them and poked them with a hot iron. The warrior girls did not move.
  -Again, not a single bet played out. Both are dead.
  The public was disappointed, although watching a murder is very pleasant in itself. But so far no one has won.
  In this situation, only a new fight could save the matter. The light warm-up was over and it was time for serious business.
  Fifteen gladiators in orange tunics with holes and three black feathers on their slams rushed out 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 visors. Behind this group, fighters in bright red tunics ran out, also with short, but straight swords, with a small round shield and an iron cuff covering the right hand, not protected by the shield, and a knee pad protecting the left leg. Green feathers on slippery helmets completed the picture.
  They stood opposite each other and bowed. This time the bets were much larger, gold flowed from hand to hand.
  - It can't be that they were all killed! - The sheikh's wife declared. Someone will definitely win!
  - So place your bet, this is the last fight. See, it's already dawn! - The tired sheikh said with irritation.
  - Then it will be serious! A thousand gold drachmas on the red ones. - The fat woman wheezed.
  - Why on them? - Why them? - The nobleman repeated twice, surprised.
  - Because the eyes are angrier!
  The master of ceremonies shouted something. A piercing trumpet sounded. Even the torches flickered, as if something had gotten into the monsters' eyes.
  The conversation, the noise, the laughter, the chomping ceased: all eyes were fixed on the combatants. The first clash was terrible: in the silence that had fallen, the blows of swords on shields rang out sharply. Feathers, fragments of helmets, pieces of broken shields flew across the arena, and the excited, heavily breathing gladiators dealt blow after blow to each other. Less than three minutes had passed since the beginning of the fight, and already blood was spilled: four gladiators writhed in agony, and the combatants trampled them underfoot. One of those who lay down grabbed his partner by the leg and twisted his foot. He fell down, slitting his arm.
  The prince's wife, the 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 largest fighter from the team that Demeter was rooting for was knocked down. Three swords pierced his broad chest at once, and the hapless leader was left with a bone that he had picked up at the wrong time.
  The spectators watched the bloody twists and turns of the battle with delight and tension. They screamed like a herd of wounded bulls. The local elite, furiously, raged, encouraged the combatants. The ranks of the gladiators thinned, the battle broke up into separate skirmishes.
  At this moment, when the dignified public was enjoying themselves and frankly "going crazy" lapping up the blood, the brave rebels killed the sleepy guards. Pobedonostsev, together with a handful of brave men, crushed the bodyguards and was the first to burst into the palace.
  The noise from the approaching rebels forced the fight to be interrupted. The nobles, staggering, tried to pick up their swords. The young leader of the rebels shouted loudly:
  - What do I see! You are killing each other, for the amusement of the scoundrels! The living bastards are not even capable of lifting a sword, their bellies are too much of a hindrance. If there is even a particle of pride left in you, chop off this abomination.
  The gladiators seemed to be waiting for exactly this: they rushed towards the fat herd.
  The slave servants jumped aside, not wanting to die for their hated masters, and the boys even began throwing trays and food at the dignitaries.
  Demeter screamed:
  - Kill them all!
  Then a crystal glass fell on her head, knocking the bitch out.
  The witch was angry. She chopped up the rich citizens of the city, cutting up their flesh.
  It wasn't hard, but it was disgusting. His constant companion Passa fought next to him. Bik didn't lag behind, and the gladiators took revenge on their jailers.
  The sullen slaves lifted the manager on a hook and shouted:
  - We are our own! The same slaves as you!
  - Then prove it with a sword! - She shouted, so that the candles on the chandeliers of the Witcher shook.
  The sheikh tried to run away, but Bik tripped him and poured honey down his collar:
  - Well, why do we need you like this? Without seasoning.
  Solntslava chopped off the heads of two nobles with one blow, and crushed the jaw of a third with her knee. However, there was no semblance of a fight here, just slaves taking revenge. The remnants of the guards fled, and the feasting party, even in their best shape, did not represent a serious military force. They were all killed before Vedmakova cooled down. Only the main sheikh was still alive, Bik was tugging at his hair. Vedmakova drove away the impudent boy:
  - This is a noble person. She might be useful to us!
  . CHAPTER #12.
  The Germans continued to storm Stalingrad. It seemed that there was very little left, but it was incredibly difficult to pass the last. Even the mass use of "Sturmtigers" did not help. Although the destruction caused by rocket launchers was enormous. Another means were napalm bombs.
  The battalion of girls thinned out, but the beauties still fought. On October 20, it snowed, and the beauties were still barefoot. They left graceful footprints on the white blanket.
  Beautiful girls, rolled around in the snow for a while and became cleaner. Matryona couldn't find a place for herself after Seryozhka was captured. How could she 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 he 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 in the quarry, and he works there like a donkey. But it is much warmer underground than on the surface. And the warriors are forced to jump up and run in order not to freeze. And the girls are fighting. Here comes the mighty tank "Lion". It has a 150-millimeter gun, more effective and practical for battles in the city. The Fritzes love this tank, because it is well protected from all sides.
  A "Maus" is crawling a little behind. A German machine weighing almost two hundred tons, also armed with a 150-millimeter cannon and a seventy-five. Much more practical. The number of machine guns has increased to four, and it is not so easy to get to the tank.
  Anyuta, Maria and Alla are trying to smash the mastodon together. They are carefully approaching him.
  Anyuta sang with enthusiasm:
  - As we lived, fighting, and not fearing death... So from now on you and I will live! And in the starry heights, and the mountain silence, in the naval war and the furious fire! And in the furious, and furious fire!
  The Maus was the latest modification, with six machine guns, two paired with barrels, and four rotating on hinges.
  Maria, crawling through the snow, hissed:
  - We will never give up! After all, Jesus, the Almighty God, is with us!
  The girl, having come closer, threw an explosive pack at the caterpillar of the "Maus". There was a loud bang under the shield, and the roller burst.
  The girls shouted happily:
  - Take that, fascist!
  Alla swung and threw a fragmentation grenade at the Fritz. The blast wave threw the fascist up, and along with him, the heads of two black colonial soldiers were torn off.
  The red-haired beauty whistled:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Anyuta threw the explosive package again... This time it was not so successful, it hit the armor and exploded on the surface of the steel shell.
  The girl said in annoyance:
  - Oh, I missed!
  And she crawled for a new portion of homemade explosives. Her round heels, red from the cold, flashed. An almost naked girl, crawled on the snow, a little uneasy. But bearable. Especially when there is artillery shelling, the snow melts.
  Anyuta even sang:
  - I know the cold will soon disappear,
  A small stream will rush by loudly...
  And they are already running through puddles -
  Barefoot girls!
  The girl shoots and an Arab from the colonial troops falls. The enemy's attempts to act in small groups lead to serious losses.
  The Maus' short cannon fires fragmentation shells again. The shells explode somewhere in the smoke. And there are many explosions...
  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 Fritzes sent forward foreigners who were not a pity.
  Maria fired her rifle. The fascist mercenary fell and rolled over the stones of the ruins.
  The girl rubbed her naked breast with scarlet nipples. They warriors are completely shabby - they jump around in their underwear. But on the other hand, there are almost no hits. Apparently, nakedness somehow especially protects beauties. If they are able to survive in such hell!
  Alla shakes off the mixture of snow and dirt and shoots again. She hits the black fighter right in the eye. She's a sharpshooter, you can't say anything.
  The three girls approach the Maus again. It's hard to penetrate a machine with such thick armor from all sides. But the warriors are optimistic. If you can't penetrate the armor itself, why not tear off the barrel.
  Alla, throwing away the 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!
  The warriors have long since armed themselves with captured MP-44s. These machine guns have a long range. The beauties fire confidently. The blacks are falling again. They are letting out fountains of scarlet blood.
  Maria, shooting, with both a rifle and a captured machine gun on her shoulders, sang:
  - The insidious spider sharpened his sting,
  And drinks sacred Russian blood from Russia!
  The enemy is never satisfied with anything, he will kill him,
  Who has love for Russia!
  Love for Russia!
  The girl sent bullets into the motley "guard" that was crawling 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. For example, there is a Tatar girl named Serafima. Her father is a Tatar, but her mother is from Belarus, and from her Serafima inherited hair the color of ripe wheat. She is also a beautiful girl, barefoot, and almost naked. And she fires a captured machine gun, in short bursts. And fascists from other troops are crawling towards her.
  Serafima shoots quite accurately. Golden-haired Maria lies down next to her. Both girls fire and sing.
  - Homeland! - Maria began...
  - And the army! - Serafima continued, shooting.
  Maria chirped:
  - This...
  Leading the fire and hitting the colored ones, Serafima reported:
  - Two pillars!
  Maria smiled and chirped:
  - On...
  Serafima fired and added:
  - Which...
  Maria, having cut down five, continued:
  - It's holding up!
  Serafima, firing, saluted:
  - Planet!
  Maria, firing, chirped:
  - With my chest...
  Serafima, shooting, purred:
  - We will protect...
  Maria smashed the fascist's head and said:
  - We will...
  Serafima, cutting the Nazis with bullets, hissed:
  - Country!
  Maria, sending accurate bullets, chirped:
  - To everyone...
  Serafima, shooting more and more accurately, added:
  - The people!
  Maria, throwing back her dirty golden hair from her forehead, sang:
  - Army...
  Serafima bullet, and sending shots, said:
  - Yours...
  Maria, having hit the fascist in the throat, continued:
  - Warmed up!
  The blonde Tatar woman, sending shots, continued:
  - Clouds...
  Maria, shooting accurately, added:
  - Coolness!
  Serafima grinned and chirped:
  - Well, and...
  Maria shot accurately and growled:
  - Sun!
  Serafima, firing in bursts, hissed:
  - Heat!
  Maria continued with a laugh:
  - Automatic...
  Serafima barked, firing as if she were firing:
  - Rub...
  Maria added some well-aimed shots:
  - Shoulder...
  Serafima added with a laugh:
  - To the soldier!
  Maria sang enthusiastically, shooting:
  - I'll dig it...
  Serafima, while conducting extermination fire, added:
  - The grave...
  Maria knocked down the African and continued:
  - To the enemy!
  The girls ran out of ammunition. And they were forced to quickly run for cover. Supplies across the Volga are very difficult. Constant bombing and shelling. Here comes a reinforcement company from the other bank.
  Fountains of spray and shrapnel boil around the boats. Attack aircraft roar in the sky. Now Focke-Wulfs fly in. And they drop bombs on them.
  Several boats split. Soviet soldiers drown and die.
  The enemy artillery fire is already too dense.
  Even at night, the Fritzes keep everything under fire. And their dive bombers are flying around. Including the old Ju-87. Although jet aircraft have already gone into production.
  Here is the legendary Soviet Yak-9. It is fighting with the German ME-309. Maneuverability against speed and armament. The German tries to destroy the Soviet machine on the first attempt. But he does not succeed. The Yak in turn tries to get on its tail, but the Nazi escapes due to its 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 hits the Soviet machine. It loses speed and begins to fall.
  There are wisps of smoke coming out of it. And the engine is burning...
  What is this war! It is difficult to oppose such a powerfully armed machine as the ME-309, in which seven firing points compensate for the excess weight and worse maneuverability.
  High speed allows the fascist to dive, and the German fighter's front is well armored.
  Anyuta tries to blow up the "Maus" again. The girl risks her life. She is already all scratched up, crawling naked on the fortifications. The beauty is all scratched and scribbled. But then she throws a grenade with an attached explosive package. She is even hit by a burst from a machine gun. It scratches the beauty's shoulder.
  But the explosive package hit the muzzle of the 150-mm cannon. And the German has already received significant damage. With great difficulty the machine moves from its place, and crawls back to the location of its troops to lick its wounds.
  Focke-Wulfs and several TA-152s appear in the sky. They begin to shell the Soviet positions. A pair of the newest HE-183 attack jets also appeared. These vultures could reach speeds of up to eight hundred kilometers per hour and were almost impossible to hit.
  The girls shoot back at the Germans. There is always a chance to hit the enemy, despite the powerful protection of the stormtroopers from ground fire.
  Anyuta and Alla retrieved a captured Luftfaust. This weapon consists of nine twenty-millimeter recoilless rifles linked together.
  You can shoot as if from a small anti-aircraft gun.
  And the warriors aim at the enemy. Smoothly press the trigger... Both beauties rest their bare feet on the rubble, feeling the smooth recoil.
  A Focke-Wulf with six aircraft cannons begins to smoke - its belly is ripped open.
  The girls roar with delight:
  - Puck! Puck! Goal!
  Other German planes begin to circle above the girls' heads. The beauties dart into underground passages, dodging the Focke-Wulfs' rockets.
  Anyuta felt a sharp jolt on her hardened heel. The girl purred:
  - Oh hellish fire!
  The girl's sole was covered in blisters and began to ache painfully. She wanted to poke something cold.
  And on the surface the explosions continue. The snow hisses from the flames, the ruins are torn apart. The Germans are pouring fire on the positions, but it is of little use. The warriors have hidden like mice in holes. Let them iron.
  Alla whispered in Anyuta's ear:
  - I think that the fascists will soon run out of steam. They have a lot of strength, but they have no opportunity to deploy in Stalingrad!
  The blonde girl answered proudly:
  - We are here like three hundred Spartans! We are repelling superior enemy forces!
  Red-haired Alla giggled and winked at her girl partner:
  - You can't get around us!
  When the girls got to the surface, the raid was over. New black infantrymen appeared. They were climbing forward, and the girls had to open fire, forcing the enemy to dig their noses into the ground.
  The "Lions" and "Tigers" went into battle again. The Germans tried to press the Soviet army with heavy tanks. Shells rained down every now and then. The more vulnerable "Tiger" tried not to break away from its formations. Mortars thundered too.
  The girls were shooting at the Germans and their mercenaries. They were knocking out the opponents. Alla and Anyuta were firing in pairs. Enemy faces appeared and settled down. Then a new layer of advancing enemies.
  The girls sang during the fight.
  Alla began, firing:
  - Before...
  Anyuta continued shooting:
  - By you...
  Alla, having slapped herself, added:
  - Legion...
  Anyuta, having cut down three, hissed:
  - Enemies...
  Alla, nailing her opponents, blurted out:
  - They....
  Anyuta, having knocked off half the Arab"s skull, continued:
  - They want...
  Alla, crushing the enemy, continued:
  - You...
  Anyuta, shooting, hissed in rage:
  - To cut down...
  Alla, having pierced the Arab's skull, growled:
  - Destroy...
  Anyuta, continuing to nail, hissed:
  - But, you...
  Alla whistled as if shooting:
  - Don't be afraid...
  Anyuta, having made an accurate shot, growled:
  - Enemy...
  Alla, shooting like a sniper, continued:
  - Shtikov...
  Anyuta, firing further, barked:
  - Capable...
  Alla, without stopping shooting, hissed:
  - Strength...
  Anyuta, firing in rage, growled, correcting her friend:
  - Courage...
  Alla, in a violent ecstasy, shot the Africans in the heads and roared:
  - Strength...
  Anyuta, jumping like a shot, hissed:
  - Multiply...
  Alla, shaking her red curls, continued:
  - And the enemies...
  Anyuta, having hit the Arab in the stomach, said:
  - Straightaway...
  Alla, firing with all calibers, barked:
  - Destroy...
  The girls caught their breath. And after shooting a little more, they shouted:
  - We are the knights of the sniper rifle, the ringing voice of murder!
  The wave of pressing colonial troops subsided somewhat. The fascists moved their tanks forward again. The Tiger-2s appeared with their long barrels and fired shells at everything they could see.
  "Tiger"-2 had an original shape of the turret and slopes of the armor plates on the sides. This made it somewhat more durable. The female warriors again chose the tank tracks as a target. The fascist had it like a snake in a frying pan.
  Anyuta threw an explosive package, destroying the front roller of the Tiger-2 and sang:
  - I greeted you with a gift... Of course I marked out a place in the coffin!
  Alla hissed, happily throwing a large explosive package at the fascist:
  - But pasaran!
  And from the explosion, the long barrel of the German tank twisted. And the Royal Tiger began to turn back. Again the fascist was seriously wounded. Alla took and shouted, throwing a shard of glass with her bare toes:
  - You will be in an oak coffin!
  The glass flew past and hit an Indian, one of the colonial German troops, right in the throat.
  Anyuta winked at her partner and sang:
  - I'll dip your head into this barrel! I'll dip everyone!
  Alla fired a burst from her machine gun. The Germans again fell under attack. The girl hissed:
  - We can do everything! And we will win!
  Anyuta fired her rifle and said:
  - A great victory awaits! Let our grandfathers be in glory!
  Alla did a somersault and rolled around, spinning like a Christmas tree. The girl winked and sang:
  - Mister Success, where are you going... Mister Success is a laughing stock for the fascists...
  German tanks, not sparing shells, increased fire. They rained down their explosive gifts. And approached the Soviet positions, trying not to allow explosions.
  Anyuta, using the wire, as the captured Seryozhka had taught them, pulled up a hefty mine. "Lev" slowly crawled toward the Soviet positions. Its 150-millimeter gun spat out shells every now and then. The girls hissed and winked.
  Anyuta sang:
  - Germans-peppers, fascists-Nazis... The end of the pacifist awaits you!
  Alla noted with a smile:
  - Pacifism... It"s even stupid to talk about pacifism when we"re talking about the Nazis!
  Anyuta hit an Arab from the colonial guard with a well-aimed shot on the bridge of the nose and chirped:
  - And they are cripples in thinking... And they are not so strong in military affairs! Soon we will wipe them off the face of planet Earth!
  Alla fired another burst, rubbed her bare chest against the gravel and sang:
  - I am a Russian knight, on my knees, savages... I will sweep the enemies of the Fatherland off the face of the Earth!
  The red-haired beauty winked, glancing up at the sky. There were "frames" circling, German spotter planes.
  A German "Lion" kept crawling up, getting stuck in the windfall. And its gun was constantly spitting.
  Anyuta, moving the mine under the track of a German tank, hissed:
  - For Seryozhka...
  The German stopped and fired again. The shell exploded behind the girls' backs.
  Anyuta squealed:
  - Shells with milk, those with the brains of a baby!
  "Lev" stood for some time. Either the experienced German crew sensed danger ahead, or wanted to use up their combat equipment. But "Lev" stood for some time and spat out lethal shells.
  Anyuta noted that the German tank had a more advanced gun and fired more often than the KV-2. And this, of course, made this machine much more dangerous. Anyuta crossed herself and hissed:
  - May the wicked be turned to hell!
  Alla shot the fascist in the solar plexus and barked:
  - Our victory is inevitable! And everything will end well!
  Anyuta also cut off the Turk and sang:
  - Although it seems that life will soon end, when trouble knocks on its black horn... Horses neigh and blood flows like a river, and again the ground disappears from under your feet!
  Alla, having killed the Iranian, added:
  - But the earth also has its own guardian... And between the stars stretched to him... Invisible saving threads, so that Hitler can be sent to Kolyma!
  The girls, firing, sang in unison:
  - We will break Adolf, it will hurt him! I believe, we will defeat fascism! And in our Russia, the Messiah will appear, the Lord of the peoples of all countries!
  And the warriors continued shooting. But the enemy infantry lay down and began shooting and throwing grenades. The fascist hordes tried to smoke out the girls with mortar fire. And throwing a lot of grenades.
  Alla philosophically noted:
  - You can take it in elections with numbers, but you can take it in elections without war with skill!
  Anyuta giggled and noted:
  - War is a sphere where quality beats quantity, elections, as a rule, are the opposite and it"s a joke!
  The warriors retreated slightly, the grenades and their fragments were falling too thickly. Alla even intercepted the thrown present with her foot and threw it back. The grenade flew past and hit the fascists on the helmets. And how it exploded...
  It was as if another bundle had detonated somewhere.
  Alla noted philosophically:
  - Luck is the second happiness, success is the third, but the first is skill!
  Anyuta giggled and added:
  - Luck is a reward for courage, but not for recklessness!
  Alla gouged out the eye of an Indian from the colonial army and hissed:
  - The lucky one has a soul that sings!
  Anyuta smiled and squealed:
  - It's good when you're lucky, it means God will save you!
  The girls joked around a bit more. Then the German "Lion" moved forward and hit a mine. The track ran over the explosive device and was torn apart.
  The wounded "Lion" spun around and stood up... The warriors joyfully sang at the top of their lungs:
  - A lion is a cripple in thinking, a tiger is the source of all kinds of troubles... There is nothing more interesting in the world than a person!
  Anyuta fired a long burst, just as the foreign army rose to storm and sang:
  We have rockets and planes,
  The strongest Russian spirit in the world...
  The best pilots are at the helm -
  The enemy will be crushed to dust and fluff!
  "Lev" seemed to be badly damaged. It froze, spitting out a couple more shells.
  A nimble "Panther" appeared. It was afraid to go deeper into the positions of the Soviet troops, but began to shoot. The shells whistled over the girls' heads. And they smashed the rubble and set fires.
  Anyuta prepared a grenade to throw, ready to catch the moment when the fascist tank approached within reach. But the Panthers weren't fools either. The Germans fired, laying the shells in a checkerboard pattern, trying not to miss a single piece of ground. And they literally scooped out every little stone.
  Alla, patting her bare chest, remarked:
  - The Fritzes' tactics are flawed... How much will they achieve this way?
  Anyuta wittily remarked:
  - The chicken pecks grain by grain, but gains weight much faster than the pig, which swallows large pieces!
  The "Panther" fired more than eighty shots, and having used up its ammunition, turned around, heading back to its lair. In its place appeared a new mastodon "Sturmtiger". The machine covered its wide barrel with a cap. Apparently, in this way, it was counting on saving itself.
  "Sturmtiger" fired at the positions of the Soviet troops from a distance. The rocket thundered. The earth rose up, and a fiery fountain poured out streams of flame.
  The girls barely survived, they were covered with snow. Anyuta was even slightly stunned. The girl suddenly saw herself riding a horse. And that she was commanding a squad that attacked the Tatar army. And with her on horses were warriors. The Mongol-Tatars, unable to withstand the blow, retreated and died in thousands under the hooves.
  Anyuta waves two swords and chops down the enemies. But then the vision suddenly ends.
  Alla slapped her partner across the cheeks, shaking her, saying:
  - Well, that's it! Now you can stop lying around!
  Anyuta answered angrily:
  - I didn"t just lie around, I fought!
  The girl jumped up in rage and threw a grenade. The gift flew past and hit the barrel of a Lev tank. The machine, damaged, shriveled its weighty barrel.
  Anyuta exclaimed at the top of her lungs:
  - I am the knight of Rus'!
  Alla fired a burst from her machine gun and growled:
  - The boy answered, frowning,
  I want to serve Holy Rus'...
  Let the sea of blood flow,
  But God will be able to save us!
  Anyuta fell onto the rubble with her bare stomach and chest. Just in time, as hundreds of machine gun bursts flew over her head. The girl stuck out her tongue and said:
  - The madness of brave soldiers is the magic wand of abstruse generals!
  Alla agreed:
  - The soldier is brave, the general is calculating, the enemy is cunning, success is only in solidarity with wise courage!
  The girls opened fire again and chirped in solidarity:
  Squadrons above him
  They roar in unison,
  Adolf is a strong fool -
  Plants Sodom!
  Another armored "Lion" appeared. Two soldiers ran away from it, judging by their dark faces - Arabs. They tried to throw a chain on the hook to pull the advanced tank out of the battlefield.
  Alla and Anyuta fired, simultaneously taking out the technicians. The warriors sang:
  - Don't ruin yourself and help your comrade, help others get out of the fire!
  Three black men appeared. They were running with the chain as fast as they could, but they too were shot by the girls. Moreover, Anyuta was shooting from a gun, pressing on the dog with her bare toes.
  And she managed to hit her opponents with rare accuracy, like Robin Hood.
  Alla noted:
  - A marksman is not the one who hits successfully, but the one who misses with failure!
  Anyuta threw a grenade with her bare foot and hissed:
  - Even the most accurate with a dagger's vision can miss, but to miss the target is unforgivable for a sharp mind!
  The grenade hit the mortar and began to explode, detonating the mines.
  Stalingrad was not easy for the Germans. They got a terrible citadel of death in it!
  . CHAPTER #13.
  On November 3, the Germans surrounded Tikhvin, and fighting broke out in the city itself. The Red Army was slowly retreating. Most of Baku had already been captured, and Soviet troops were retreating to the peninsula. Yerevan was still barely holding on. Stalingrad was on the brink of destruction.
  But Stalin still ordered not to surrender this city. The battles for Astrakhan also began. The Fritzes are also trying to advance in this city. They are intensively bombing all approaches and destroying the infrastructure.
  Winter is approaching... And the course of the war is becoming less and less predictable. But Stalingrad seems to be unsustainable. Supplies via the Volga are hampered by ice and massive bombing.
  On November 4, Tikhvin was already ninety percent taken. And the Germans approached Finnish territory. The Soviet troops, having suffered significant losses, could not muster enough forces to stop the enemy.
  The Finns and puppet Swedish troops also attacked the meeting. They used significant forces.
  On November 5, the German coalition and the Finnish-Scandinavian troops united. Thus, a double ring was closed around Leningrad. A new, major victory for the Third Reich.
  On November 6, the fighting was still going on in the northern sector. The Nazis were widening the corridor. The situation was extremely difficult. The last remnants of resistance were burning out in Tikhvin. The Germans fired ballistic missiles at Yerevan. They launched three presents. They caused significant destruction with casualties. But they did not break anything completely.
  The city of Astrakhan was cut off by land from the rest of the Soviet territory. The situation worsened. New German and English battleships fired at Murmansk. The garrison commandant and many officers were killed in the shelling.
  It got even worse.
  And on November 7, the fascists broke into Volkhov and finally suppressed the resistance of the Soviet troops in Tikhvin. Thus, the gap with Leningrad increased sharply. It became clear that the city would hardly survive the blockade.
  On November 8, the long-awaited tests of the Lev-2 tank finally took place. The vehicle had a modified layout. The engine, transmission and gearbox were located in one place and in the front, and the fighting compartment in the back.
  The Germans, under the leadership of Porsche, made the car with energetic efforts for the anniversary of the coup.
  Indeed, thanks to the lower silhouette, while maintaining the armament and armor of the "Lion", the weight of the vehicle 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 was needed!
  A combination of good running and armor qualities.
  The Fuhrer, however, was not satisfied. He demanded that the armor of the sides and stern be strengthened, and that an 88-millimeter cannon with a barrel length of 100 EL be installed.
  Another vehicle tested was the E-100. This tank, however, turned out to be too heavy: 140 tons, but it had excellent protection from all angles and the Maus armament. In general, the E series promised to be extremely promising. The Germans, as you can see, did not waste time.
  The Bars tank with a 1000 horsepower engine was also demonstrated; however, the vehicle seemed insufficiently protected to Hitler.
  Various types of aircraft were also shown on the anniversary. In particular, attack aircraft and modifications of the ME-262. And also the TA-183. A whole parade of equipment.
  Including powerful gas throwers, they are capable of demolishing entire cities and villages.
  Here, in fact, they demonstrated very powerful destruction systems.
  The Panther-2 also passed the tests, weighing fifty tons, it had 150-millimeter sloped frontal armor and a King Tiger gun. The side armor was 82 millimeters, sloped. This tank more or less satisfied Hitler, as it was capable of withstanding T-34s in close combat.
  In general, the fascists tidied up the menagerie.
  Tests were also carried out on Gotha fighters capable of reaching speeds of one thousand one hundred kilometers per hour.
  In short, they've let go.
  On November 9, Volkhov fell. The situation reached its peak. And again, Soviet tanks tried to counterattack.
  Gringeta froze near the gun. The Churchill-2 stood opposite the Soviet machines and spat out ammunition.
  Lord Jane's daughter counted the hits. The Soviet tanks slowed down when they entered the ditch. And the German menagerie took advantage of this.
  Nicoletta took it and sang:
  - The English warrior is not afraid of death,
  Under the starry sky, death will not take us!
  He will fight bravely for the lion with the crown,
  I'll load the mighty machine gun!
  Malanya nodded approvingly:
  - This is awesome! And we'll charge it too!
  The gun worked very actively. The shells flashed like matches, leaving outlines in the air. Yes, the girls were energetic. And most importantly, they were accurate.
  Gringeta nodded her head and sent a shell into the base of the T-34's turret. She muttered:
  - This is death! It will come to my enemies! And I know from now on, it awaits mustachioed enemies!
  Nicoletta said with a smile:
  - All the animals bowed to the mustachioed one... May he fall into the cursed one!
  Gringeta laughed again and fired, hissing:
  - My projectile is the most accurate. We will definitely hit the target!
  Nicoletta raised her index finger and said:
  - Bang, Bang - missed! The grey bunny ran away!
  Gringeta, firing, sang:
  Everyone chooses for themselves,
  A woman, a religion, a road...
  To serve the devil or the prophet,
  Everyone chooses for themselves!
  Jane shook her head and objected:
  - Not exactly! In ninety-nine percent of cases, a person's faith is determined by birth, not knowledge. We belong to the Anglican Church... But if we look into it, on what basis? Is this our choice?
  Gringeta giggled and remarked:
  - I personally was in a religious family, but now I am more and more inclined towards atheism!
  Nicoletta giggled and stuck out her tongue:
  - Atheism... This is interesting!
  Malanya noted philosophically:
  - And equally distant from everything! When there is no God, and no supernatural powers, then any religion is false!
  Gringeta nodded her head, eagerly confirming:
  - It's like the communists! They came up with the idea that all religions are just people's fantasies. And they built a doctrine on that!
  Malanya curled her lips skeptically:
  - And what awaits them after death?
  Gringeta grinned carnivorously. She fired a shell, cutting open the hull of another Soviet tank and replied:
  - There is a lot we can come up with here... Even the resurrection of the dead through the power of science!
  Malanya reminded, smiling:
  - I read one book about the world of the future. There is already a space empire there. No death, old age, illness. And of course, hunger... True, most of the population is unemployed, but there is enough for everyone.
  For example, cars are given away for free. And there are electronic cars that keep in touch with the whole world.
  Nicoletta remarked quite seriously:
  - Progress is developing quickly. Look at these tanks... How they have advanced and become more perfect. Still, the Churchill-2 cannot be compared to the Matilda.
  Malanya agreed with this:
  - Yes, the tanks have advanced... That's chic!
  Another attack by Soviet tanks fizzled out and a break ensued.
  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. The last houses in the city were already holding out. Destroyed to the ground. But for now Stalin ordered to hold out to the end.
  The city of Baku is almost captured. But the oil wells are burning and fighting has broken out among them. The Germans are bombing continuously.
  The battles in Astrakhan are at their peak...
  On November 12, the Turks launched an attack on Yerevan. The onslaught was repelled. The Ottomans suffered losses. But they fired V-6s again. On November 13, the Germans occupied the last quarters of Baku - announcing the capture of the city. Only on the peninsula, fighting continued, and the sky was black from burning wells.
  On November 14, the fascists began to storm Murmansk. They used artillery and aviation...
  Stalingrad was on fire, but the Soviet reinforcements that had been brought in allowed them to hold on, although only to the edge of the city, and at the cost of colossal losses.
  During the storming of Murmansk, a large armada of battleships gathered, and aircraft carriers arrived. The city was pressed as if by a plasma steamroller. They bombed and shelled.
  On November 15, the fascist troops went into action, attacking the city, the only ice-free port in the Arctic Ocean. "Mauses" and even the "Rat" tank, which the fascists wanted to test in practice, took part in the battles.
  However, the "Rat" was somewhat disappointing. It initially advanced, but then got stuck in snowdrifts. And stopped on the outskirts of the city. The Germans were not quite ready for the offensive. But the shelling did not stop. On November 16, the fascists almost finished clearing the burning oil wells. But part of the peninsula was inaccessible to them, due to the fires that had grown to the seventh heaven.
  On November 17, the Nazis captured the last branch of the Volga delta, and thus blockaded Astrakhan more thoroughly. Baku had long been cut off.
  Yerevan was also stormed. The city is on a hill, very convenient for defense, but storming it is difficult, especially with tanks.
  On November 18, Soviet troops again tested the strength of the fascist defense north of Stalingrad. This weakened the onslaught on what remained of the year on the Volga, but it cost significant losses.
  On November 19, the Germans stopped the assault on Murmansk due to heavy losses.
  Thus, the possessed Fuhrer could not tear out numerous splinters from his position. The Nazis' plans to finish off the USSR before winter failed.
  The worst thing is that Japan also stopped its offensive because of the cold and huge losses in manpower. The only thing is that the samurai increased the production of their own T-34s and licensed Panthers. And they could cause trouble as early as next summer.
  On November 20, the Germans partially extinguished the fires and cleared most of the peninsula.
  On November 21, Soviet troops attacked the Germans again and even penetrated several kilometers north of Stalingrad. The fascists had to weaken their onslaught and try to restore their positions.
  The fights, as they say in such cases, are simply at the level of Freyka!
  On November 22, the fascists tried to advance in the region of Turkmenistan. And after going ten kilometers, they were stopped. But on November 23, having brought the Shah's brigades into battle, they advanced again. The situation became extremely tense in the region of Central Asia.
  On November 24, there were no significant changes on the fronts...
  On November 25, the fascists renewed their assault on Murmansk. They threw new units into the battle. But so far there has been little effect.
  It was November 26th - eleven years since the Reichstag elections, after which Hitler was appointed Reich Chancellor.
  For the first time, the newest E-100 tank was deployed to the front.
  This was combat practice for such a machine.
  The tank looked quite long, almost flattened. A long 128mm gun barrel stuck out of it. And the frontal armor was at an angle of forty-five degrees. And the tank itself was sloped on the sides.
  The E-100 tank moved thanks to a new 1,500-horsepower engine, faster than the Maus. And shells bounced off it.
  And inside the car appeared the cheerful foursome: Magda, Christina, Gerda and Charlotte.
  The girls gave birth to children for the Fuhrer and left them under the care of special nannies from the SS.
  And they just arrived at the front. The girls are very cheerful. They missed the battles. And here is just the opportunity to prove themselves. Take, finally, this northern Sevastopol.
  And to establish the Third Reich's dominance in the Arctic Ocean. How much longer can the war really drag on? And the four are thinking: maybe together with them something will change?
  It's not too frosty near Murmansk - the Gulf Stream warms it up. The girls are in a fighting mood. Each of them gave birth to a pair - a boy and a girl! So we can rejoice.
  Magda and Christina were hanging around the guns. The tank is brand new and easy to control. Its sides are protected by 120 mm of sloped armor, plus another 50 mm shield. So the vehicle cannot be penetrated from all angles.
  The girls whistled a song. They felt great inside.
  Gerda, with a smile on her amber lips, remarked:
  - Now Hitler and I have common offspring. We are members of the royal family!
  Charlotte giggled, noting:
  - And ahead - only zeros!
  The "E"-100 tank approached the Soviet positions. Everything around was so destroyed that shots from the Soviet side were rare, and usually from light guns.
  Magda aimed the 128-millimeter gun and fired at the Soviet 40-5. The honey-blond girl sang:
  - I am a tigress, and I have a grin... And the evil tiger tore everyone apart!
  The Soviet forty-five rolled back, and several Russian soldiers were killed.
  Magda purred like a cat:
  - I am superman, my method is simple... I will bite off the tail of those who are made of wool! And after that the girl began to laugh. Well, just like a mad goddess.
  Hitler's prostitute girls rocked the tank. And they themselves jumped up and down in the vehicle with sloping armor.
  But then the warriors turned their car. Charlotte, this beauty with copper-colored hair, sang:
  - Tsk, tsk, tsk... The stream is rolling! The Nazi cavalry has eaten all the sand!
  And after that Charlotte burst out laughing... She even started chattering her teeth. And the tank spun around again. The Germans tore down the barbed wire fence. The machine, the size of a Tyrannosaurus, growled vilely. And the warriors bared their cute and carnivorous faces.
  The girls carried and gave birth to children from Adolf Hitler. And that already says something. Beautiful shrews, but moral freaks. Here they crushed a Soviet soldier who got under the wheels. And they pressed a 76-millimeter cannon into the ground. They drove over it. They flattened the steel. The warriors showed aerobatics. The shells seemed more harmless than peas in a rattle that a child shakes. The next cannon that the E-100 flattened was an 85-millimeter cannon.
  Magda giggled:
  - And we crush Russians like bedbugs!
  Christina corrected her friend:
  - More like bears! And a bear is a large animal!
  Red Charlotte added, baring her fangs:
  - And toothy!
  German tanks were pushing through the city's defense lines. Soviet troops fought very stubbornly. Everyone took up arms. Even ten-year-old boys fought in the militia. There were many girls too. All the residents gathered, but there were not enough weapons. Mass heroism was shown in everything. Pioneers, using homemade explosives or bundles of grenades, approached Hitler's tanks and threw themselves under the tracks - dying for the Motherland.
  The E-100 tank received some damage. One of the boys managed to push a heavy mine. He died himself, but damaged the German machine. The roller burst, and part of the track flew off. The large machine slowed down. Then a couple of soldiers threw bundles of grenades, breaking the thick tracks.
  The 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, pierced by machine gun bullets. The Soviet soldiers, however, ran forward. Threw grenades and died. Some of the shrapnel 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...
  Kristina fired from a rapid-fire 75-millimeter cannon, fragmentation shells, and fired from a twin machine gun. The red-haired beast, tearing apart Soviet soldiers with bullets, hissed:
  - I am the bearer of death... I am related to the red-haired Satan himself!
  Magda timidly remarked:
  - Well, don't do that. Satan is God's enemy and is doomed to the lake of fire!
  Christina slapped her bare foot on the metal and roared:
  - What about the lake of fire? My hair is like flame!
  Gerda noted with a grin:
  - The Fuhrer himself will forgive us any sins... More precisely, the very concept of sin is essentially outdated?
  Magda shrugged:
  - You want to say that the concept of sin is outdated...
  Gerda turned on the machine guns again, suppressing the desperate counterattack of the Russian soldiers. The bullets killed them like gifts from hell. The E-100 in this modification is very well protected. As many as eight machine guns, two paired with cannons, and the rest were controlled by 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 beasts!
  Red-haired Christina, firing from a cannon and killing Russian soldiers, sang:
  - My gentle and affectionate beast... I love your fangs, believe me! My hellish and fanged beast!
  One of the Soviet anti-aircraft guns managed to hit the rollers again and destroy them. The E-100 finally stopped. Magda, however, punished the annoying anti-aircraft gun by covering it with a heavy charge. Well, the tracks were destroyed.
  Gerda winced, called for a tug and asked:
  - Pull us out, please! We're dying! The tracks are broken!
  The answer came immediately:
  - There will be a tug!
  Christina sang with a smile:
  - This is the move! The enemies will be destroyed!
  Magda fired at the gun that the Russian soldiers were trying to pull out for direct fire. She blew the barrel apart and scattered the Soviet soldiers in different directions. One of the soldiers was torn in half and was writhing in agony.
  The blonde Christian crossed herself and, raising her eyes to heaven, prayed:
  - Forgive me, Lord! For my involuntary sin and murder!
  Christina giggled and remarked:
  - No, you can't do that! You have to be as strong as a rock! Become a rock for us!
  Magda answered confidently:
  - There is only one rock - Jesus Christ!
  The red-haired 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, smiling like a snow queen, noted:
  - The rollers are the most vulnerable part of the tank. And we need to fight this!
  Charlotte shook her head:
  - You can't cover the rollers entirely with shields. It's impossible, because some of the tracks will still be exposed!
  Magda suggested:
  - What if we make the rollers small and without a pallet?
  The red-haired devil giggled and showed her pearly teeth:
  - How can we give them more speed?
  Magda rubbed her bare sole on the metal and suggested:
  - What if we use electric motors?
  Charlotte pulled in her stomach and twisted her neck:
  - A possible option... And the tanks will burn less!
  Magda said tearfully:
  - When we get to hell, it will burn and blaze like torches!
  The red-haired devil growled:
  - So what... And angels are created from bright flame! Let's be angels!
  Christina took it and sang deafeningly:
  - I am not an angel, but just a devil, but for people I have become a saint.... Get your payback, enemies, under the torture of such unearthly pain!
  The girls fell silent... Attack aircraft were circling in the sky, and the cannonade was thundering. And the bombs kept falling and falling... As if 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 would be easier to drop a five-ton bomb from a Ju-488, it would be more accurate and cheaper.
  Kristina was the first to jump out barefoot into the snow when the tank was moved to a spare parking lot. There, specialists began repairing it. The girls moved into a warm hut. They lay down on mattresses. Gerda and Charlotte began playing pocket chess.
  Magda and Christina started doing abdominal exercises so that their bellies would be defined and not sag during pregnancy. Beautiful warriors, to the point of trembling in the loins. Still fresh, but these are women who have already given birth to children. And dying is not so scary now - there is someone to continue the family line! Even with the seed of such a scumbag as Hitler.
  But for the girls from the SS "Tigress" battalion, the Fuhrer is really something like God. And not a pagan deity, 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 Christina started playing chess. And Charlotte and Gerda started doing press-ups and push-ups. The girls actively kept fit.
  Magda, playing and crowding her opponent, philosophically noted:
  - But it's still strange...
  Christina asked with an innocent smile on her lips:
  - What's strange?
  The blonde superman replied:
  - The fact that whites are the colors of good, but they are the ones who start wars first!
  The red-haired devil rationally noted:
  - But we also bring good... But the Bolsheviks attacked Russia first!
  Magda sang in response in a sad tone:
  - But before us everything is blooming, behind us everything is burning...
  Christina added in a loud voice in response:
  - No need to whine! We have the one who will decide everything for us!
  Gerda continued singing:
  - We will return home cheerful and not gloomy - blond athletes will be our reward!
  After which the whole four burst out laughing... A serving teenager appeared and handed out sandwiches with butter, cheese, sausage, and dried fruits to the girls. The girls ate and felt sleepy in the warmth. The beauties dozed off. It's good when you're young and healthy - you fall asleep easily.
  The next day, November 27, E-100 was only partially restored. The girls did not take part in the offensive. But they did run in bikinis and barefoot through the snowdrifts. People looked at them as if they were crazy, running in the cold almost naked. But the girls are just top-notch. They are special people of the future!
  Gerda rushed forward. And not the barefoot girl Gerda, who was in Andersen's fairy tale. But also courageous and seasoned. And at the same time became a natural-born killer. A swift girl, with strong muscles.
  However, all four girls are good. They raced fifty kilometers at a fast pace and returned. Then they did a series of exercises, sang, and swung. They practiced shooting a little.
  Only the next day the E-100 tank was repaired. Well, that's not so bad. Especially since this super-heavy vehicle had an original arrangement of rollers, different from the staggered order, which improved the driving performance on snow, but created certain problems for the repairmen who were not used to it. Although it is easier to mount the E-100 than the Tiger or Panther.
  On November 28, the Nazis were able to break through a little deeper into Murmansk. But the resistance of the Soviet troops was simply incomprehensible. And even the sixteen-inch shells of the British and German battleships could not break the will of the defense.
  But the fascists still advanced. The E-100 tank covered a couple of blocks in a day, but damaged its tracks again. But this time, the repairs took only a few hours. On November 29, the terminator girls encountered a KV-3 tank. The Soviet vehicle hit the frontal armor a couple of times, but the shells bounced off the slope. Magda pierced the Russian tank in response, causing it to burn like a pile of folded torches.
  Christina asked her partner with a mocking grin:
  - Don't you feel sorry for those Russians at all?
  Magda answered sincerely:
  - I pity 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. So as not to be distracted by repairs. The 128-millimeter and 75-millimeter guns worked like donkeys. But the tank still received damage.
  Here one of the walls exploded and fell on the car. It scratched and slightly dented the armor.
  On November 30, the Nazis advanced even further. In some places, they even reached the city center. But that same day, a well-aimed shot from a 45mm gun damaged the barrel of a 128mm cannon, and the girls were forced to stop for repairs again. And, apparently, for a longer time.
  Then the four decided to fight as simple infantry instead of a tank. The beauties tried to fight in bikinis. But in the cold, the girls could only stand it for a few hours in such a half-naked state, and then ran to warm up.
  Gerda dug herself into the snow, fired from the newest MP-44 machine gun, and killed Russian soldiers quite actively. Here she is, a barefoot girl with white hair, hitting a Red Army colonel in the head. And she said:
  - No, I am still Aryan!
  Charlotte, who was moving forward from the other side, giggled:
  - You are a warrior who brings death to enemies. - Here the red-haired, bare-legged girl fired at the major and hit him right under the eye. She grinned contentedly. - You see, I shoot just as well!
  Gerda fired a burst, finishing off the Komsomol member and the captain of the Russian troops, and the bitch showed her teeth:
  - You shoot, and I saw! Like a chainsaw!
  Charlotte threw a shard of glass with her bare toes. It hit a Russian army lieutenant in the neck and chirped:
  - And I'm playing with glass!
  Gerda ran across the snow, leaving behind her bare, graceful footprints. She ran bent over. Then the tigress girl turned over and did a somersault. She twisted and slammed her head into the Soviet soldier's chin. He spat out blood. Gerda squeezed his throat with her bare feet and strangled the Russian.
  The red-haired devil Charlotte strangled the pioneer. That's how nasty and evil the girls turned out to be.
  Magda also killed Russian soldiers, but she did not touch children. No, she would never raise her hand against a child. And in general, she did not enjoy shedding blood. But still, she is a tigress from the SS battalion, and she must follow orders.
  Here Christina threw a dagger at a boy, who looked about twelve years old. She's so cruel. No, adults shouldn't kill children!
  Magda crossed herself and whispered:
  - Forgive me, Lord! This is disgusting to me, but war is war!
  And the blonde shot at the Russian sniper, who fell, shot dead in the bridge of his nose. Alas, the famous four appeared. The girls first killed the English and partly the Americans, but now they took up
  Russians. Such are the thundering grins of the Second World War. Grins that show the most real, and sharp fangs!
  Christina rubbed her bare foot against the wood, feeling cold after all, and noticed:
  - Disgusting? What do you want from red-haired witches!
  . CHAPTER #14.
  The Germans gradually froze their activity. Including aviation - and forced to do so because of the worsening weather conditions. They were unable to fully accomplish the tasks set for the offensive the day before. True, the Caucasus has been practically captured. The Baku oil field is under control. The USSR has lost its largest source of oil. True, the Germans themselves are still forced to spend time restoring the wells. Karelia, Arkhangelsk, and part of the northern coast have also been captured. Leningrad has been completely cut off from communications with the rest of Russia. Some other territories have been captured in the center. Half of Turkmenistan has also been occupied. Japan has captured Mongolia entirely, and has also wedged itself into Central Asia and partially created bridgeheads beyond the Amur, in the Usuri region. True, the samurai have been somewhat less successful. Vladivostok has been completely blockaded and is being shelled.
  There are about two hundred kilometers left to Moscow. And the Germans can already shell the capital with ballistic missiles and bomb it with jet aircraft. But in winter and frost, the Wehrmacht has lost the ability to conduct a further offensive. Especially the colonial troops: Indians, Africans, Arabs are very cold. And they have lost most of their combat capability. It would be a sin not to take advantage of such a situation. Although the Red Army suffered huge losses, and is also very exhausted.
  Indeed, the General Staff decided, despite all the difficulties with supplies and the loss of the Caucasus, to carry out several large offensive operations in the winter. Let the fascists not dare to stick their noses out in the winter, but we will pin them down and crush them.
  Or, at least, we will force them to fight in worse weather conditions.
  Vasilevsky, the Chief of the General Staff and Deputy Minister of Defense, quite logically assumed 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, the enemy's advantage, especially in aviation, will only grow over the winter. 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 also on the way. But the Germans will not stand still either. Besides, even the new machines are not good enough to beat the "Lion" or any other heavy machine.
  And it is unlikely that it will be possible to achieve numerical superiority now.
  Voznesensky also spoke. He also spoke in favor of a speedy offensive:
  - After losing the Caucasus, our army will experience a severe fuel shortage. More precisely, we are already experiencing it in full. However, in winter, the daytime period is much shorter, there is often bad weather and fuel consumption will also decrease.
  People's Commissar Zhdanov also hastened to add:
  - In addition, our soldiers and sappers blew up all the oil wells in the Caucasus. And this means that the Fritzes cannot use our oil yet. But considering how quickly the cruel fascists can build and restore everything, then already in the spring, Baku oil will flow into the arteries of the Third Reich's economy.
  Stalin summed up the discussion:
  - At the end of December we will strike the first winter blow. The only question is where?
  Here the military was no longer united. Zhukov proposed to strike in the center and push the enemy away from Moscow. Vasilevsky suggested that it would be better to find a weak spot in Tikhvin. At the same time, help Leningrad, which might not survive the double blockade.
  Rokossovsky spoke in favor of 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, scribbled something and thought.
  The idea of pushing the enemy away from Moscow seemed tempting and inviting. However, it is precisely in the center that the fascists are now strongest and well entrenched.
  Attacking by crossing the Volga seemed illogical; the river was large and full-flowing, and the very first phase of the operation would be protracted.
  An attack between the Don and the Volga is possible, but our forces have already struck there, and the Germans are also well fortified.
  Vasilevsky's idea seems the most logical. In the north, the Germans are weaker, and their troops have less combat experience. Moreover, Tikhvin was occupied recently, and the German troops are located on the salient. But it is quite possible that the Fritzes also think this way.
  Give all forces in the direction of Voronezh? In the configuration of the front a balcony has formed, which it would be quite rational to try to cut down, like a sow thistle.
  Some other interesting thoughts are to strike near Arkhangelsk. Considering that the Fritzes will have to transfer reinforcements by sea - there is a rational grain in this direction.
  Although it is difficult to supply our own troops, especially since the Nazi submarine fleet totally dominates the sea. And the Nazis are entering service with new cruisers. It seems that they have almost built the previously sunken battleship "Bismarck". Moreover, the new ship should beat the record size and armament of the "Yamato".
  Although on the other hand, why do the Fritzes need battleships? To throw dust in the eyes of the whole world? More worrying are 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 some hesitation, Stalin approved the plan: to begin an offensive on the Tikhvin region at the end of December, and to test the enemy near Voronezh at the beginning of January.
  In general, this seemed logical... Meanwhile, the already 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 became pregnant almost simultaneously; then gave birth to healthy children, returned to the front.
  The weather was cold, the beauties arrived on December twenty-fifth. It was snowing and the wind was curling their hair. And they had not chosen the warmest place for themselves - right outside Leningrad.
  Upon arrival, the girls in bikinis went for a run through the snowdrifts. Indeed, true Aryans must show that they are not afraid of any, even the most severe cold. Running with them was a boy ninja who had arrived from Japan, whom everyone called Karas.
  This boy became famous for his participation in special operations. Pleasant oriental features, together with light hair inherited from an unknown father, made the boy very handsome.
  The girls even made eyes at him in response, although Karas is probably not a match for them yet. But the relief of his muscles runs like a wire, so even these seasoned and all-tested tigresses can't keep up with him.
  The girls fully regained their form after giving birth at the training base, but not every superman can withstand such an icy pace.
  Christina, who, like Magda, von Singer had managed to fight with the Russians, noted:
  - Frost and snow are their main ally. And otherwise they are no cooler than the English!
  Magda rightly noted:
  - I wouldn't say so. The Russians are much stronger and the units almost never retreat!
  Charlotte did a somersault while jogging, giggled and remarked:
  - But this is more of a weakness than a plus.... I don"t understand such methods of troop management as creating blocking detachments and executing commanders of retreating units.
  Barefoot Gerda herself, having turned over while running and stretched, agreed:
  - Of course - you can't make good warriors under duress. - Here the blonde girl, however, was forced to admit, her heart creaking. - But the Russians fight well, if they've held out for two and a half years already. If only we had their survivability!
  Christina snorted contemptuously:
  - Are you telling us?
  Gerda giggled, noting:
  - We are the elite! Especially Marcel!
  The best ace of all time and nations, despite the categorical prohibition of Hitler, who wanted this symbol of invincibility to concentrate exclusively on teaching work - after all, he was a lieutenant general, nevertheless broke out to the front.
  Or rather, the Fuhrer graciously allowed him to return if things were bad for the Germans somewhere.
  The fascists, of course, strengthened their defenses and prepared for winter just in case, but they seriously doubted that the Russians would have the resources for large-scale offensive actions.
  However, the intelligence worked. That is, information about the upcoming offensive to liberate Tikhvin did leak out. Moreover, the Soviet troops began a powerful artillery barrage, just on Christmas.
  Katyushas and even a couple of the first high-powered rocket launchers "Andryusha" were firing. And the roar from the explosions was so loud that the barefoot, half-frozen girls caught it.
  Fortunately, they have excellent hearing and their eyes sparkle.
  The girls looked at each other and came to the following conclusion:
  - Now let's fight properly!
  And the ninja boy Karas reported:
  - My mission will be to enter Leningrad and do some reconnaissance there. You are too beautiful to be spies!
  Magda languidly lowered her eyelashes and answered:
  - And you too... And what if your accent seems strange to Russians?
  Karas logically noted:
  - When you speak Russian too correctly, it gives away the foreigner in you much more. In any case, I'm off, and you'll press the enemy well on the flank...
  The girls rushed to their tank. They were test tankers, after all. And they chose something new for themselves. More precisely, two new tanks at once, which were to undergo testing at the front.
  Namely, "Laski", a two-man crew with a very low silhouette. The very first models of new-generation tanks, where the Germans really seriously took up the compaction of the layout scheme. And some interesting know-how in control. In particular, the electric transmission and the location of the gearbox built into the engine. And the tankers themselves, a couple, were located practically lying down. At the same time, the transmission and engine were placed in the back, and the girls comfortably settled on their stomachs. And their legs pressed the gears and buttons from behind, and their hands, on the contrary, moved comfortably when switching. The most recumbent seat is made to order and copies the shape of their bodies. There is no turret, though - it turned out to be a self-propelled gun, and so low that the rollers are located outside.
  Of course, the gun can't turn, but it can rotate a little. Well, the fighter itself turns around its axis, and thus compensates for the lack of a turret.
  Magda explained to her female partners:
  - There, tanks without a turret are cheaper and lower. Here we can regulate the height, lowering it to 1.2 meters and raising it to 1.5... We crawl on our bellies almost like partisans.
  With a weight of 12 tons, the vehicle had excellent frontal armor of 82 millimeters at an angle of 40 degrees from the horizontal in the upper part. And the lower part is very small. The sides are protected worse at 60 millimeters, but they still cover the rollers themselves. The 400 horsepower engine provides excellent driving performance. Plus, the location of the rollers and the suspension make it possible not only to lower the silhouette, but also provide excellent cross-country ability in snowdrifts.
  Whatever one may say, the heavier menagerie, starting with the "Panther", is much more cumbersome and clumsy. And on snowdrifts, it is downright coffin-like.
  Gerda, who had settled down with her long-time partner Charlotte, could not help but feel uncomfortable in the cramped, compact and oblong tank box. Although, of course, it must be said that the machine with T-4 armament and better armor fit into the weight of 12 tons. The blonde terminator noted:
  - The most comfortable tanks were the Tiger and the Lion. Even we girls had a hard time turning around in this vehicle.
  Charlotte objected:
  - But the protection... Like the newest "Panther", which only began to enter the troops with a 60-millimeter hull in November.... True, the front is protected better than ours with 120-millimeters, but you still have to hit it. At an angle like ours, an 85-millimeter gun will ricochet even when fired at point-blank range.
  Gerda scratched her ear with her foot, but this movement still caused her toe to bump into the sloping roof and she noticed:
  - The Russians warned us that tanks with a caliber of 122 mm might appear. Intelligence is not asleep!
  Charlotte said confidently, puffing out her cheeks and twisting her mouth in anger:
  - Our intelligence is as always on top. Only we were locked in a cramped box.
  The new 400 horsepower engine, as the instructions stated, could be boosted for a short time with a water-methanol or nitrogen mixture. In this case, the tank could race for several minutes at a speed of over 100 kilometers.
  The Soviet troops went into a breakthrough, having riddled all the fascist trenches and pillboxes with holes. But the Nazis withdrew most of the troops to the second and third lines. After which they tried to meet the infantry with artillery fire and machine gun rows.
  The tanks, of course, were moving ahead. Since the more powerful T-34-85 had not yet entered mass production, the smaller and more mobile T-34-76s attacked. They, regardless of losses, climbed onto the trench line and used their excellent driving characteristics on the snow.
  And here are the German machines trying to respond. The T-4 has already been taken out of production, but several of these are still in service. Oddly enough, they move better through snowdrifts than the newer monsters. The latter still need to be started to clear the snow that has clogged up between the rollers. It's even funny how the Fritzes boil water in boilers and then pour it on the tracks to get that nasty crust off.
  Even the best German tank "Lion" suffers with such rollers. True, the French have already taken this into account in their modifications, and their vehicle itself is capable of outdoing the T-34... But this is only relatively speaking so simple.
  But a couple of German tanks did move... But the rest, how can I say... At the top! True, with 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 cast turret of Soviet design, there is, unfortunately, a chance to hit.
  The shortage of alloying elements is so acute that even the Fritz's 50-mm guns are dangerous. However, hits from the small 37-mm gun also cause collapses and armor crumbling, or the hull and turret crack.
  The relative vulnerability of the T-34 led to the idea of rearming the Panthers with a more powerful gun being postponed until better times. Or, more precisely, worse times - if the IS goes into production. But the IS-1 has not yet entered mass production. But information about the IS-2 has already leaked out. Since many generals already understood that the USSR was almost doomed, and did not consider it shameful to betray the Motherland for money. So the number of spies, including in the General Staff, has grown significantly.
  Here is a heavy modification of the "Lion" with a 128-mm cannon. It tries to reach the T-34s with its long paw... But try to hit it.
  However, the Soviet tank crews decide to attack the Fritzes themselves. Even if, given the rate of fire of the Wehrmacht's guns, this is suicidal.
  Here "Lion" managed to tear off the turret and four friends flew away like pigeons to the next world... But other tanks are pressing even harder... Here the craftsmen have become adept at somehow forcing diesel engines, so that they, albeit for a short time, but without any mixtures, accelerate the tank to 70 kilometers. Let the engine break down after that. But then desperate guys go on the attack, who have no plans to return. Well, what then? If you can't live otherwise, then forget about survival.
  And now, like a demon from a snowy world, the Soviet tank, having chosen its most precious victim, rams the heavy and lethal "Lion". The German machine had just begun to leave the hangar.
  The blow is strong, the barrel of the Soviet machine bends. The "Lion" is quite low and the bodies of both machines are flattened. And then the German engine located in front explodes. And a fire starts, and the Nazis escape through the lower hatch.
  Of course, not all Soviet tanks were able to break through to ramming distance. The Fritzes' guns are working and grinding. But those who succeeded, they will hit hard!
  Gerda and Charlotte were a little ahead of their friends and found themselves within the range where the Soviet vehicles were already visible. Well, you can shoot, but it's better to get closer. From five kilometers away, even the fragile armor of a T-34 is problematic to take.
  Fiery Charlotte noted philosophically:
  - It's always like this. You can't hit from a distance!
  Gerda objected:
  - You can, if you're careful!
  But so far the situation has not forced them to open fire from long distances. And their white-painted tank is unlikely to be noticed. And the vehicle is running well. No one will reproach the chassis.
  And the ride is smooth. Soviet machines are also not bad and here they have already broken through the first line of German defense and are breaking through the second. But the weather is not flying, a snowstorm has started, and numerous Wehrmacht aircraft are out of action.
  Considering the numerical weakness of the Red Air Force and the acute shortage of fuel, there could not be better weather.
  Let the Fritzes hide. Some of them have even started waving white rags. Hitler will be kaput...
  Gerda fired from two kilometers away. In principle, this is not yet a certain defeat, but seeing how many Germans the Russians managed to maim, what to expect. Moreover, the T-34s are even less durable than at the beginning of the war, and they have not yet managed to develop new deposits. So...
  The blonde terminator was very nervous when she pulled the trigger of the gun. She had already gotten out of the habit of combat shooting - if you don't count the storming of Murmansk, although she continued to practice in shooting galleries and training grounds during her pregnancy and the first months of her rule. But apparently it's easier to fight in a bikini and barefoot, you become one with the machine... The shell hit and skewed the turret... No, it didn't catch fire, but my friend was forced to stop anyway. And now another victim...
  Charlotte whispers:
  - Those who are used to fighting for victory. They will go to the grave with us... - Gerda fired, and the red-haired warrior corrected her. - Or rather, we will all drive the enemies to the grave together.
  Snow White Terminator interrupted angrily:
  - Yes, no inspiration, don't distract the song!
  Charlotte asked pleadingly:
  - Sing it yourself! You are so talented!
  And Gerda, leading the fire, began to sing;
  The Motherland and the army are two pillars,
  On which the planet rests!
  We will protect you with our breasts, country,
  Your army is warmed by all the people!
    
  The clouds were cool, and the sun was hot,
  The machine gun rubbed the soldier's shoulder!
  Forever our homeland we are with you,
  Let's dig a grave for the enemy!
    
  Yes, sometimes fortune's face is cruel,
  The bullet is trying to pierce our hearts!
  He retreated a little and the fighter died,
  Lord, open the door for the hero!
    
  In the bottomless skies we find peace,
  Heaven, the blessed warrior does not shine!
  I carry peace in my homeland with me,
  Our children will taste the fruits of victory!
  While Gerda was singing, she killed nine more tanks, significantly improving her score.
  Then Charlotte began to sing:
  Alluring starry heights,
  They draw you into endless distances!
  And our people of the world of thought,
  Dream of a flying Icarus!
    
  My gaze is fixed on the sky,
  It's hard to touch the sphere..
  From the first screws of Archimedes -
  They were planed long and tediously!
  Here the girl could not resist and began to aim and shoot herself... The Soviet tank crews did not pay attention to the shots, although Magda's self-propelled gun also joined in. After all, in a blizzard you can't really see where, what and how it hits. Plus, both tanks got stuck and became almost indistinguishable from the snowdrift. And the new gun was more inconspicuous, and there was a silencer with a flame outlet at the end. That's the kind of insidious machine the Fritzes got.
  The crucian carp, which was hanging on the side at that moment, sang with excitement:
  - If women are fighting, it"s better not to get into the fight!
  It seemed like what kind of damage could two cars weighing only twelve tons each do? However, in this case, the shots are everything. The girls almost never missed, although not all hits were fatal. Three or four sloping armor of the T-34s ricocheted, about ten hits resulted in varying degrees of damage to the cars, but from the category of those that can be easily repaired in the field. But about fifty Soviet cars with poor armor quality suffered serious damage.
  For example, the commander's T-34 began to explode when the ammunition detonated. The turret was thrown back far, and the barrel twisted into a wheel. People died too.
  The Soviet tank crews belatedly realized that they were being stung and attempted to counterattack.
  The Tiger girls are very cramped, but the ammunition load of 82 shells is quite comparable to the "Panther". Although the ammunition rests against the nose and the girls scrape their elbows on it. But for now there is still something to shoot with, and when approaching it is easier to hit the Russians.
  Gerda quickly crosses herself and, sending another tank to the scrap yard, whispers:
  - God forgive me! These are brave guys, but one of their commanders has gone completely crazy!
  Charlotte noticed, whispering hysterically:
  - If they come out on board, it's the end!
  Indeed, the T-34s fired on the move, shrouded in smoke, shuddering from the shaking. Of course, their hits were rare, the shots were inaccurate, but the tank hummed.
  The forehead is still well protected and the armor, no matter how you look at it, is of high quality, cemented. And this means that the surface of increased hardness gives an excellent, just like a rabbit jumping ricochet.
  But it still feels scary inside, like climbing into a drum and being hit with heavy 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 what's even more unpleasant is that a Soviet shell hit the right front roller. This is like a crowbar under the eye for the vehicle's driving characteristics. Although if you consider that the rollers are not staggered, but a separate bogie, the tank can still move. Turn around and leave on its own. This should have been done earlier. And so the protection of the rear is weaker. And the angle of inclination is smaller. If it hits, it can penetrate. The Russian guns are not that weak.
  Gerda whispered, releasing the gift of the underworld of their semi-automatic gun again:
  - But pasaran!
  Although this word, or rather the motto of the Spanish communists, seems completely inappropriate for the German tiger warriors. After all, the Nazis fought on Franco's side. Although sometimes soldiers willingly adopt other people's techniques.
  When firing, Charlotte turned the Laska self-propelled gun slightly, and the shell breaking the right roller created a problem for them in this regard.
  Soviet tanks did not rush through snowdrifts as fast as on the highway, but their rapid jumps still interfered with aiming and were fast.
  Here the shells are being fired at point-blank range.
  And Gerda fires at top speed, sweating. Sloping armor
  it ricochets in the forehead, but if they get hit point-blank on the sides...
  Charlotte yelled:
  - And even if I end up in the depths of hell, I will not return to the cradle!
  Girls, I shoot until the end, but the shells fly past the sides and pierce, breaking the rollers. The armor cracks and the car catches fire.
  Gerda makes a decision:
  - Let's blow up the cars and leave!
  Charlotte exclaims with emotion:
  - Do you want to quit iron?
  Gerda says decisively:
  - There are things more important than metal, for example, frames!
  Charlotte snatches up a small movie camera and screams:
  - But our exploits will be recorded forever!
  Gerda turned the lever with her bare toes, setting off the explosives capable of blowing the experimental tank to pieces. The tigress girl felt very sorry to destroy such a work of art, but what could she do if otherwise the Soviet soldiers, who were not without courage, would seize the unique technologies.
  So they blew up the Laska and dove into a snowdrift to save their unique lives.
  Magda von Singer and Christina also did not want to retreat and their car was torn apart by precise shell hits. Such is fate - the merciless Pallada of any war. When you have to retreat, leaving your heart behind. But the girls fought skillfully, and managed to use up almost all their ammunition. But now they had to bury themselves, like snakes in a snowdrift, and try to sit there from the inexorable Soviet guns.
  When you're sweaty and in a bikini, diving into the depths of the snow isn't the most pleasant idea. But how often in our world do you do what you enjoy? In any case, for example, the flame seriously managed to scorch the soles of Christina's divine feet, who was shooting to the end. But the girl became even angrier and screamed:
  - Honor and courage are not sold by weight!
  Magda, who was also scorched, so that even her tanned skin was covered in blisters, exclaimed:
  - Fire is heat, not conflagration!
  The Soviet tanks themselves, however, made the task easier. In a rage, they shot at the abandoned "Laskis" without any mercy, putting dozens of shells into the broken metal. At the same time, some of the tank crews stuck their heads out of their hatches and, like a cascade of a waterfall, covered the German vehicles themselves and those who were sitting behind the wheel with obscenities.
  Magda winced, noting:
  - They, the Bolsheviks, are, of course, brave, but extremely uncultured!
  Christina, spitting out the snow that was getting into her mouth, suddenly showed harsh justice:
  - Do you think our warriors are better?
  Magda noted with amusement:
  - Of course, it's better, since we're winning. The Caucasus is already ours, and it's only a couple hundred kilometers to Moscow... - And the honey blonde sternly bared her long fangs. - Or do you want to bring speeches of treason?
  Christina, who had already managed to see everything and everyone, just kicked up a fountain of snow dust with her foot and giggled, noting:
  - Sometimes silence is the most terrible form of betrayal.
  The night, the blizzard and the snowdrifts gave the four girls a good chance of survival.
  . CHAPTER #15.
  Moreover, it did not occur to the enemy to comb the snow and look for barefoot devils in the snowdrifts. So the warriors, having buried themselves in the snow, sat it out, and the Soviet tanks moved on, developing the breakthrough. Although more than a hundred vehicles were left lying around, broken, twisted,
  as a result of the action of the tiger girls.
  Overall, Soviet troops achieved some success in the first few days and were able to significantly penetrate into enemy formations.
  The Fritzes retreated to Tikhvin itself and tried to gain a foothold in the city. Naturally, houses and residential areas are already a serious enough defense against the advancing Soviet troops.
  The brave four tiger girls managed to retreat to Tikhvin. But they had to take up submachine guns and defend the city. And for tankers, this is not the most pleasant pastime.
  Charlotte, shooting back at the advancing infantry, sending another red soldier to the next world, said:
  - Well, aren't we monsters... And we still want to get the treasure!
  Tikhvin suffered serious damage when the city was captured by the Germans.
  Now the Fritzes had saddled up the barricades and were hoping to build an impregnable line of defense.
  Gerda opened fire with single shots - it was necessary to conserve ammunition. The Soviet troops had lost too many tanks, so the infantry went into the attack.
  Of course, there were not enough Soviet-model armored personnel carriers. That's why the soldiers were heading for the slaughter. And they were met by machine guns and automatic weapons. The four shot well and hid deftly in the barricades.
  Gerda, having laid down another Soviet soldier, sang:
  - We need to perform a military feat - otherwise we will have no meaning in living!
  The battle raged throughout the city. And bombs were already falling from above, especially since the weather had noticeably improved, and the Fritzes had a head start.
  Gerda, in a rage, threw the dagger with her graceful bare fingers and screamed:
  - Our fight will be victorious, there is no other way!
  Charlotte, shooting back no less, added:
  - There is only one victory, but it is a big one!
  Gerda, having cut down several fighters with a short burst, added:
  - But defeat is never a small thing!
  Soviet self-propelled guns shelled Tikhvin, field and siege artillery arrived a little later. The Fritzes strengthened their defense and air pressure. Soviet troops brought in new planes.
  The emergence of the legendary Marseille dramatically changed the balance of power.
  The great ace flew the ME-309, a very powerful machine in terms of armament. And he literally swept away everyone in his path. Even the Soviet army specifically warned that such a monster appeared in the air.
  Marcel himself in no way considered himself an evil, much less a cruel person. He believed that by fighting the Red Army, he was simply fulfilling his sacred duty to his homeland. Moreover, many facts about the atrocities of the fascists were unknown to him. And too much was attributed to the war.
  But here is the first battle of the super-ace after returning. Soviet bombers, attack aircraft and fighters are flying. They clearly want to give a fierce battle to the ground units of the Wehrmacht. But Marseille sees all this and from a distance of five or six kilometers opens fire, and whistles through his nose.
  The Soviet machines and brave aces had not yet really seen the enemy, when their planes began to explode and their wings to fall apart. Marcel fired without aiming, but intuitively. It was as if he knew in advance where each pilot would fly and direct his winged monster. So it turned out that a young man with a child's face was sweeping away winged armadas.
  The New Year, although frosty, turned out to be hot. The Soviet troops desperately and persistently attacked, trying to take Tikhvin. The Fritzes stubbornly defended themselves, trying to hold on to the city, where the artery feeding the impregnable Leningrad lay. In addition, the prestige of the German troops was at stake, for whom it was difficult and shameful to give up large cities.
  The weather, as luck would have it, improved and numerous enemy bombers, especially the massive Ju-288, attacked the positions of Soviet troops and bombed communications.
  The Soviet aircraft Yak-9 and Lagg-5 were significantly inferior to the enemy in armament and speed. In particular, the ME-309, like a dragon, knocked out weaker Soviet machines. In addition, the Germans developed the tactics of a double wingman, which allowed them to effectively use their numerical advantage and reduced some of the problems with maneuverability of the tenacious, heavily armed, but heavy German machines of the latest Focke and ME. In addition, jet ME-262s began to appear on the fronts, although this machine is still not entirely technically reliable, as well as a lighter, more maneuverable and cheaper modification of the HE-162. The latter machine was easier to manufacture and technically more reliable than jet Messerschmitts. But its control required fairly highly qualified pilots. Which somewhat devalued such positive qualities of this development as the low weight of the aircraft - only 1.6 tons empty, cheapness and manufacturability of production and the best maneuverability in the world.
  But those German aces who mastered this machine were full of praise. Huffman was especially successful - the number two pilot after the still unattainable Marseille. Having surpassed the result of 300 downed machines, Huffman received the high award of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with oak leaves, swords and diamonds. His tactics of getting as close as possible, and then shooting and flying back - are extremely convenient on the HE-162. So Huffman showed himself to be an outstanding master of close combat. Although Marseille's result of 3117 downed aircraft is still unattainable.
  Moreover, on January 2, 1944, this legendary pilot appeared in the sky, and managed to persuade Hitler, reminding him that the German troops were in a bad way, and that the more powerful German equipment was clearly failing in the snow. So it was necessary to provide air supplies to the encircled Tikhvin, where the German troops had settled, and to bomb all approaches to the city.
  The tiger girls were shooting on the ground, and the super ace was scoring in the sky.
  On the very first day, Marseille made six sorties and shot down more than a hundred Soviet aircraft. However, on January 4, the weather suddenly deteriorated... A snowstorm arose, and Soviet troops went to storm the city.
  The magnificent four terminator girls preferred to fight together - shoulder to shoulder. So uniquely beautiful and deadly. Because of the cold, they were forced to put on camouflage and fight in white.
  The boy ninja Karas also came to the rescue. A fearless child terminator, he was not afraid of the cold and fought in shorts. His only means of warming was camouflage cream, which turned his chocolate-sun-tanned skin white like the snow that continued to fall, covering all the streets. Moreover, he used very thin metal throwing disks and a katana sword in the fight. But, of course, he was also an excellent shot, and with captured weapons. However, the girls also did not miss, using automatic rifles.
  Such weapons are more concentrated than submachine guns, and most importantly, more reliable. However, the MH-44 submachine guns, as a rule, did not let the Germans down. By the third winter, the well-tuned German military machine was ready. In particular, even in a snowstorm, the Focke-Wulf and ME, using heating, managed to inflict painful, albeit limited, stings on the Soviet troops.
  Gerda shot off the cuff, trying not to look in the direction where the Soviet soldiers were falling. Many of the fighters were very young, seventeen or sixteen years old. The infantry was recruited in avalanches, raking up all the resources. Indeed, much was lost.
  But there are plenty of foreigners among the Fritzes. In particular, Sweden, where the Nazis won the recent elections, and this puppet territory is under the control of the Third Reich. Well, two divisions and four brigades from Sweden have already arrived as volunteers. In the country itself, there are rallies and mass marches demanding war. And they carry portraits of Hitler and Charles the Twelfth.
  So Sweden's entry into direct war is a matter of time. Spain and Portugal are already fighting, but they are sending troops much further south. And now in winter they are trying to get somewhere beyond the Caucasus ridge. The Brazilian corps is apparently ready to make a leap into Central Asia, where the Basmachi movement is already flaring up with renewed vigor.
  But these are all details, Vlasov's divisions are also fighting in Tikhvin. These guys fight viciously, realizing that terrible tortures and the inevitable noose await them in captivity. And what about the Germans? Well, it's not all sweetness! They will also have a hard time, many will die in Siberia, but they will not be hanged indiscriminately.
  Gerda, changing the magazine and mowing down soldiers dressed in gray overcoats - the Russians don't have enough camouflage coats for everyone, imagined what might await them if they were captured... And smiled at the possible sexy, cool adventure. True, it would be worse in Siberia later. How this frost gets to you - flamethrower heat is better. In the desert, they quickly got used to the hot sand and ran around barefoot, but here it didn't work out that way. After a couple of hours in a bikini in the cold, they started shaking and had to warm up in a bathhouse. There, their young men from the elite SS battalion warmed up their bodies with blows of a spruce broom. Well, and not only with a broom, of course - the guys there are select handsome Aryans, just what you need!
  They have already completely lost their former shyness, or maybe, on the contrary, have acquired the relaxedness of a female macho. But now they have to retreat a little - the Soviet infantry, filling the approaches with corpses, have come too close and started throwing grenades.
  It was necessary to break the distance to avoid being caught in the hail of shrapnel.
  Magda received a small cut from a fragment and in response fired eight bullets in three seconds. The Soviet soldiers ran almost without breaking away, only slightly bending down, and the clip found its victims. Christina also discharged eight cartridges. The aggressive red-haired devil expressed herself:
  - We sing a song to the madness of the brave!
  But the Soviet soldiers apparently decided to prove that this is the wisdom of life. The German assault machine gun fires with all its might, but its shots seem to be ignored. Although the soldiers fall, those who survived continue to run and even throw grenades almost point-blank, although this could have been done earlier.
  Karas throws discs very skillfully, cutting down two or three soldiers with one. Then he attacks with his sword, which cuts through machine guns and rifles - easily, like matches!
  The ninja boy is still very young, looks like he's eleven or twelve years old, but he's so fast... They don't have time to hit him or defend themselves. The child was raised and trained from birth, throwing swords at the baby, forcing him to untangle and cut ribbons, dipping him in an ice hole, setting specially trained cats on him. And much more, turning the genetically gifted boy into a real death machine. His mother is a ninja in the twenty-fifth generation, his father is a powerful Siberian sorcerer, and an ideological enemy of the Soviet, "sovok" power. Excellent genetics and training in magic made the boy the best among the ninjas. And naturally, Emperor Hirohito, in order to show the Germans that they are not the coolest supermen, but that there are cool guys in Japan, sent the boy to the German-Soviet front.
  And Karas (the crucian carp fish symbolizes the pride and vitality of the samurai!) turned out to be a worthy warrior.
  Here, for example, he throws a steel disk thinner than a hair with his bare, slightly reddened from many hours of being in the bitter cold fingers. And in his hands he holds two swords at once, to make it easier to cut down dense ranks of enemies. How scary is this child-terminator, that for the first time Soviet soldiers, being defenseless under the blows of swords and launches of disks, retreated, experiencing real fear.
  The girls, having changed the clips, began to shoot even faster, or rather, nowhere faster.
  The infantry corpses piled up in mounds. They almost immediately froze in the cold, and new soldiers climbed up them. That's how they climbed and didn't count the losses. But the ninja entered the battle and again, as if waves of fear were emitted.
  The desperate attack raged for almost a whole day. The Soviet troops, at the cost of enormous losses, occupied a couple of blocks, pushing back the Germans on a number of lines. But weak artillery support - the German aviation had bombed the railways the previous days, depriving them of supplies and causing many casualties among the advancing units, forced them to temporarily halt the infantry movement.
  Despite all the risks of such tactics, tanks were thrown into the battle. The enemy had to be broken near Tikhvin before the Fritzes, using their superiority in equipment, could unblock the city.
  And in this assault, a rather risky decision was made - to use the IS-2 tank. A vehicle specially designed as a breakthrough tank. Since the powerful gun, due to its low rate of fire and relatively weak accuracy, is poorly suited for fighting enemy tanks, but it can be used to successfully destroy unarmored targets.
  So, even though tanks are suicide bombers in urban conditions, you still need to break through positions, even if only with your forehead.
  The T-34s were the first to move. Relatively light and small vehicles, they raced along a narrow track... Grenades and Molotov cocktails rained down on them from the roofs. Then camouflaged tanks with gasoline and napalm exploded. But heavy losses did not stop the Soviet tankers. They, losing hundreds of vehicles, broke through to the city center, and there entered into a stubborn exchange of blows. Even the effective Faustpatrones, which smashed the T-34s' weak side armor, did not frighten the Soviet soldier.
  Three tank armies were thrown into battle at once. Stalin even decided to abandon the second attack in the direction of Voronezh, for the sake of a decisive victory over Tikhvin and saving the "Cradle of the Revolution". Even if fuel is issued according to a strict limit, for a couple of hours of driving per day - the Caucasian oil is lost, and the development of new deposits requires time and money, human resources of which the Soviet empire, tied up in a war on two fronts, is catastrophically lacking.
  But Tikhvin is the artery of Leningrad and the road of life, and most importantly it is a symbol of the fact that Soviet troops can and know how to defeat numerous and well-armed fascists. So, we will not stand at any cost...
  The IS-2 tank looks impressive - it also resembles a T-34, only the turret is shifted even further forward. Of course, the barrel itself is thick and long, not comparable to the T-34-76, which still dominates the battlefield. No more than a hundred T-34-85s will be produced in January, thanks to titanic efforts.
  The truth is that the vulnerability of the turret's front is striking - it is flat and not very thickly armored.
  Karas, who threw small but very powerful explosive grenades at the tanks, ran up to the girls and suggested:
  - Let's grab an IS-2 and take it for a ride?
  Magda supported the idea:
  - Of course we'll go for a ride! We've missed the wheelhouse.
  Gerda warned the boy:
  - This tank has four machine guns!
  Karas winked at the girls, noting:
  - That's good. Soon the infantry will attack again, and you'll mow it down!
  Magda nudged the ninja boy:
  - Hurry up, terminator!
  Pink heels flashed like mosquito wings, the karate kid ran faster than an Olympic sprint champion. First, he threw a small lump of smoke bomb-roll at the menacing IS. A reaction flared up, thick smoke poured out. At the same time, black streams diverged in different directions, blinding the machine gunners.
  Having cut down several infantrymen, Karas flew like a boulder fired from a ballista and climbed onto the tower. He hooked the hatch with a special hook and threw back the heavy cover. Then everything was simple - a couple of swings with two swords and five members of the heavy tank crew parted heads. The girls jumped in after him, having thrown off their fur camouflage and found themselves in bikinis again. What is warm in the tank while driving. The 520 horsepower diesel warms up the metal well. And barefoot girls' soles feel the machine itself much better than through special winter boots with ribbed soles made of synthetic rubber. The German quartermaster service took into account the experience of harsh winters and created new ammunition with which feet do not freeze so much in the cold. It's really a disgrace, the Fritzes took felt boots from the local population and put them on themselves. Or wrapped themselves in fur shawls.
  Karas kissed Magda on the lips goodbye and said:
  - Well, a tank is for you! I will fight where I can kill better.
  Gerda kissed the boy's slippery, elastic heel in admiration and said:
  - You are a miracle!
  Christina added:
  - The standard of an Aryan!
  - I know! - said the little rascal and jumped out into the cold with one leap from the half-open hatch... Then the lid fell with a crash... And the girls got the opportunity to fight with the enemy's weapon. And the gun is really powerful. Only the recently appeared Lev-3, or as it was also called the "Royal Lion" with a 128-millimeter gun, is more powerful. But this tank is still at the front in single copies. It was shown to the frenzied Fuhrer during the celebration of November 8. Of course, it is not in production yet. By the way, the IS-2 is undergoing its first test run.
  So far, even the Soviet tank crews have not fired a single shot from their guns, apparently choosing their target with certainty.
  Christina remarked sarcastically as she turned the mechanism:
  - Oh, this is old stuff... There is no automation here and everything has to be done manually...
  Gerda, who ate the dog in the guidance, noted:
  - And the sight is crappy and the visibility is poor. They are not very good at aiming at the target.
  Magda, touching the gears with her bare foot and turning the box, noticed:
  - And yet, compared to the T-34, there is some progress. In particular, it is easier to change gears. The cabin is a bit cramped, but you can move more or less. The ammunition is really small. Twenty-eight shells...
  Gerda logically noted:
  - It may be enough to shoot at a limited number of pillboxes, but it is clearly not enough for a full-fledged tank battle.
  Charlotte also found something good in the tank:
  - But the machine gun armament is top notch! Four machine guns can provide decent protection. And then I looked at this "Maus" - it only has two "spitting guns" for such a machine...
  Kristina, revving the engine, confirmed:
  - Exactly! Is this armament for such a heavy tank weighing one hundred and eighty tons?
  Magda, like a panther that had brought down a buffalo, roared:
  - It's a laughing matter!
  The diesel engine has a hard time accelerating the tank. It is clear that the IS-2 can still drive on the highway, but its forward-shifted center of gravity will have an effect off-road. But it's okay, for now you can relax and choose a worthy target...
  Magda opened the tank's turret to get a better view of her surroundings.
  Here's another IS-2, it's a good idea to use such tanks more massively. Behind it are three more ISs, but one with a lighter 85-mm gun. By the way, the most dangerous, as it can take a vehicle head-on, and fires faster...
  Magda decided to hit from a distance of two kilometers. She ordered in a minor tone:
  - Shoot precisely at the front of the turret... And... You understand!
  The car stopped, the ride was not smooth, and Gerda, complaining about the poor quality of the optics, which were probably polished by untrained teenagers, aimed the barrel. The girls helped load a shell weighing one and a half poods. The blonde warrior put her cheek to the breech and tried to feel the alien machine. After all, she had never fired from this gun, a model of 1931. Powerful, but morally obsolete, with a pointed shell sensitive to ricochet. In general, the gun, of course, was not planned for tanks. But apparently the anti-tank modification of the 107-mm gun developed in 1940 turned out to be too unreliable and they were forced to abandon it. And here it is necessary to hit a target in conditions of poor visibility from a distance of 2000 meters. And it will be difficult for the enemy to respond, and to hit, but ...
  Gerda kissed the breech of the gun, quickly looked out of the hatch, caught a handful of snow with her tongue, swallowed it, rested her bare heels on the levers and... fired!
  It gave off a stinging sensation in my wrists and calves, and there was a smell of smoke.
  The present flew along a long arc and... The IS-2 that was moving ahead stopped, started smoking, and then the ammunition started to explode...
  Magda answered happily:
  - That's what we gave them! - And logically, or rather illogically confusing the concepts, she added. - It's not the man who paints the weapon, but the weapon that paints the man!
  Gerda growled:
  - Reload!
  And the girls tensed up... Of course, this isn't a "Tiger", they have to sweat, but it's more fun this way, especially since a standing tank cools down quickly. Iron is a good conductor after all.
  The second time Gerda fired faster and more confidently. The ISs continued to move, and apparently they had not yet figured out where the guns were firing from. And stopping is not a Russian custom. Since there is an order... And the second shell is already confidently hitting the target...
  Gerda licks her lips and commands:
  - And the third one here...
  With a great delay, the fourth IS-1 opened fire on the move... And strangely enough, it hit, although from such a distance from a moving vehicle it is almost impossible, but the shots decide everything! However, the distance for the 85-mm gun is too great, beyond the penetration limit. But there was a capital thunder in the turret and the front armor sagged. Gerda sent in response the fourth "letter-parcel" weighing one and a half poods... The front of the IS-1 tank split and orange tongues soared high into the sky.
  The girls fight beautifully... They were lucky that day. But the capabilities of the Soviet army are incomparable.
  Despite all the efforts of the Fritzes, on January 13, at the cost of the greatest efforts and colossal losses, Tikhvin was taken... Separate German units tried to break out of the encirclement, but a corridor was being punched towards them - six German divisions at once with select "Lion" tanks, trying to save the heroic defense.
  The ninja boy and four girls made their way in a separate detachment in the style of the Three Musketeers. Namely, where it was not possible to quietly go around with a fight and over corpses. Naturally, the IS-2 had to be abandoned, but along the way, completely unexpectedly, they also came across a rare T-34-85 tank, a machine that should replace the outdated and insufficiently powerful in penetrating power T-34-76 gun.
  The vehicle had a similar hull and chassis, but a larger turret with a long-barreled and thick gun. The gun was slightly inferior in penetrating power to the Panther, both due to the lower muzzle velocity of the projectile and the quality of the ammunition. But still, the difference did not seem overwhelming, as with the 76-millimeter gun.
  For a regular Tiger it is already dangerous, for the Lion it is not yet - so 100 - millimeters are inclined. Although at a certain angle there was a chance. Or in the lower part of the hull, but also the track shields.
  The tank was boarded and cleared of its crew. Of course, there was blood splattered inside. The vehicle itself was brand new, but the ammunition was modest - only 35 shells. The cabin was not very spacious, but better than the old T-34.
  Gerda noticed:
  - And there is a commander's tower here. This means that we have a strong competitor. Now the Russians will not be so blind.
  Magda grinned sarcastically and noted:
  - And the Russians were shooting pretty well anyway, albeit with worse visibility. Besides, the turret became bigger and easier to hit!
  Gerda laughed loudly at this:
  - Well, yes! This is the biggest problem for our tankers and, probably, the crowning advantage of this tank! Try and hit it!
  Charlotte sang:
  - One, two, five! The "Tiger" came out to shoot!
  Christina picked up:
  - Towards T-4, legs higher, arms wider!
  And so they rushed on a tank that moved more easily than the IS... Gerda remembered how they pounded the Soviet infantry with four machine guns. They mowed down a decent amount, and the Russians didn't even realize where such a misfortune had fallen on them from. But then, having set off, they went on the attack, throwing grenades... A couple of them, despite the decent distance, flew in and exploded on the turret. Of course, for the 100 and 90 mm armor of the IS, this is like a pellet to an elephant, but it makes an unpleasant hum. And the tracks can be cut.
  So, we had to start the engine and retreat. And then we ran out of ammo. They mowed down more than a hundred red soldiers.
  Gerda was amazed by such contempt for death among Soviet people. The Arabs with their promises of harems and pearl palaces had nothing like such selflessness. And yet they are atheists - people who do not believe in the afterlife and fairy tales about paradise gardens. And what motivates them to fight so stubbornly when the outcome of the war is already predetermined and this is nothing more than the rage of the doomed?
  This is incredibly difficult to understand and comprehend.
  Although, of course, there are quite a few traitors among the Russians. Vlasov's "Liberation Army" formed six divisions and nine separate brigades in the six months of its existence. Although, of course, it is clear that being a Wehrmacht soldier is easier than toiling fifteen to sixteen hours at a machine tool for much worse rations, but still... For some reason, you don't see German divisions of former prisoners of war on the front lines...
  Although, by the way, there are few Germans in captivity, and Soviets... It seems there are already more than six and a half million. Maybe there are not so many Vlasovites, although many prisoners were distributed among national divisions and legions controlled by the SS. In addition, some Russians were sent to the formations of nobles and monarchists.
  But in any case, they managed to take Tikhvin, despite the improving weather and massive bombing. Although they paid an incredible price.
  Gerda received the order and fired at the T-34 from a lighter weight category. The rate of fire of the gun is higher, so you can feel more confident. Once, then a second, and finally a third tank to the scrapyard...
  You have to be careful. Otherwise, they'll be swatted here. Only the frontal armor of the turret has become stronger and thicker, but otherwise it's almost the same format. The hull is especially vulnerable. And there are skilled Russian tankers. However, a weakling won't be put behind such a rare tank as the IS-2 or IS-1. And the T-34s of the usual format can be with ordinary soldiers. Through the slit in the commander's turret, they look like the muzzles of horses, with a mustache and a barrel. It's even somehow inconvenient to make an aimed shot at such beauties.
  This time Karas is in the tower with the girls, he got out to serve as their guide and can't leave the girls in the cauldron. However, Magda logically noted:
  - We can leave like this, without shooting or provoking...
  Crucian carp, twisting his face like a child, said tearfully:
  - No - without shooting, it won"t be interesting!
  Magda nevertheless warned the girls:
  - Open fire to kill only when there are no more than three or four vehicles. We must definitely bring this new tank back to our units intact.
  Gerda agreed:
  - This new item is not among the trophies yet, which means it will still be useful to us.
  The Tiger Girls continued their hunt with moderate enthusiasm. They weren't very successful, but they did manage to score another seven tanks and five trucks. They even had to fight outside the vehicle once to get fuel for refueling.
  In short, four mischievous pranksters got out of the cauldron and almost died from the fire of their own artillery. Only a flag with a spider swastika raised in time saved them.
  Now they are crossing the trench and there are even a couple of bouquets of paper flowers that are handed to the female warriors-heroines.
  Oleg Rybachenko, tired of watching this mocking film, yelled:
  - Why do you keep showing me these damned bitches? How long can I watch the murder of Russian people!
  . CHAPTER #16.
  War is what gave Jane and her team a chance to find themselves in life. That's why the girls willingly took part in the campaign to the East. Why not? It's both money and glory.
  The Soviet tank arsenal has not changed much. The main tank is still the T-34-85. The chassis and hull armor remained from 1940. The same five-hundred-horsepower diesel, the same 45-millimeter sloped frontal armor. Weaker protection of the hull sides, vulnerable to German Faustpatrone.
  Only a larger turret was installed, with 90-millimeter frontal armor, and an 85-millimeter gun. The tank, of course, is outdated, and not at all dangerous for the Germans!
  The girls are driving a Goering-5, a later modification. The side armor is increased to 178 mm, and the frontal armor to 250 at an angle. The tank itself is equipped with a gas turbine engine and accelerates the British to 60 kilometers per hour.
  Jane asked the spotter Gringet:
  - Can you see well?
  The warrior peasant answered confidently:
  - The visibility here is excellent! I can see everything!
  Malanya giggled and barked:
  - We will crush the Russians!
  Matilda confidently confirmed:
  - Yes, we will!
  The Goering-5 turns, the gun spits out a shell. The turret is torn off the Soviet T-34. The girls scream with delight. They really think that all this is great. And the fact that Soviet tank crews are dying is even pleasing.
  Jane chirped in a sweet voice:
  - We will reduce everyone to ashes... And Moscow will be under us!
  However, having encountered minefields, the German tank has to stop. The Russians have entrenched themselves too tightly. And there are a lot of anti-tank hedgehogs. The artillery is actively shelling.
  Gringeta says in annoyance:
  - That's how it turns out... We hit a hard block!
  Jane replies with feigned confidence:
  - No, it doesn"t happen until the morning... We"ll break through, operatives!
  The German fighting machine stalled a bit. Jet attack aircraft appeared in the sky, and teletanks were put into action. Apparently they were trying to destroy the minefields.
  They controlled the vehicles with explosives by radio. They also used mobile gas throwers. They literally showered the Red Army positions with fire and flame.
  Gringeta noted with displeasure:
  - There is more and more dirt in war, and less and less valor!
  Jane was forced to agree with this:
  - C'est la vie! Alas, we are somehow losing!
  Gringeta corrected the commander:
  - Rather, it's not us, but our opponents! We'll get out of the deadlock now, and there will be a fight...
  The German tank was firing, although nothing was really visible. Jane rubbed her bare feet together and sang:
  - We shouldn't think badly - we'll surely perish! There is a way out of the labyrinth, out of any dead end!
  Gringeta chirped with a smile:
  - He who is cheerful laughs...
  Those who want it will achieve it...
  He who seeks will always find!
  Malanya, singing and sparkling her teeth, added:
  - Whoever is used to fighting for victory, let them sing with us!
  The cannonade lasted for several hours, and then the German tanks finally moved on. They were met by Soviet artillery and anti-tank guns of various calibers. However, it was felt that the penetrating power was clearly not enough. The Germans advanced... Only when the 203-millimeter guns began firing did the first destroyed vehicles appear among the fascists.
  Jane whispered uncertainly:
  - Lord... Let this cup pass from me!
  Gringeta said confidently:
  - There can't be two deaths, one cannot be avoided! So if anything happens, we will live in the afterlife!
  Malanya asked in a whisper:
  - And what is that other world like?
  Gringeta said, not too confidently:
  - I think it's better than ours!
  Malanya whispered in response:
  - May God open the eyes of the blind and straighten the hunchbacked backs!
  Indeed, Jane wondered what the other world might be like. Perhaps this world was 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 go to the next world! What awaits us there? Will we meet 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 she burst out laughing, her slightly crazy laugh. She, the warrior-peasant, actively moved her bare, graceful feet, and her fingers played.
  Here she caught the IS-3 in her sights... It's a bit far, really. Not everyone will hit, and even if they do, the shell, having crashed into the pike's snout, can ricochet. But the girl knew what she was doing. She fired and purred:
  - Shore of fogs, let's destroy with bait!
  Matilda additionally sang:
  - And this "Agdam", let's drink to the ladies! Super madam!
  Gringeta's shot was accurate. The shell hit the lower part of the turret's frontal armor, right in the gap. And it had a destructive effect without ricocheting. That's the situation that arose. More precisely, five Soviet tankers died, almost immediately. And the British added crimes to their list.
  Malanya roared, turning on the machine guns. Several boy soldiers wanted to crawl up to the Nazi tank.
  - But pasaran, don't come any closer, boy! - The pretty girl screamed, and sprayed machine gun bursts at the brave pioneers.
  Jane chirped, tapping her bare heel against her armor.
  - Ah, boys, boys, boys... You've suddenly become inconvenient! Apparently, you're too noble for this damned land!
  And the girl, the lord's daughter, felt sorry for these barefoot, scratched, dirty boys, who were being pierced by merciless bullets. How sad and hard it all was.
  Gringeta fired again, penetrated the SU-100 self-propelled gun, and chirped:
  - And the grasshopper will run to return the bottles!
  Malanya licked her lips with a scarlet tongue and took a sip of Coca-Cola from a plastic bottle, saying:
  - Of course not! Give me some wine and a pack of cigarettes!
  Matilda, carefully moving the tank, hissed:
  - Cigarettes are poison...
  Jane picked up the rhythm and continued:
  - That's right, people say!
  Gringeta will fire back and hiss:
  - There is nothing worse than nicotine!
  Malanya giggled and growled:
  - Throw the pack of cigarettes into the firebox!
  Matilda added in response, scratching her scarlet breast nipple:
  - It's true, people say...
  Jane finished with a smirk and stuck out her tongue:
  - But I smoke....
  Malanya finished with aplomb:
  - And I'm very glad!
  The girls laughed, showing their long, cherry-colored tongues. Jane remarked with a smile:
  - A cigarette is the most effective killer, especially against the customer!
  Malanya added:
  - A cigarette is like a silent rifle, but it is deadly even in the hands of an amateur!
  Gringeta fired her gun and remarked with a smile:
  - A cigarette is the most reliable sniper, it always kills!
  Matilda slowed the tank slightly on the hill and hissed:
  - A cigarette tastes bitter, but it attracts more than candy!
  Jane sighed heavily and stammered:
  - A cigarette is like a bad girl, only parting with her is much more painful!
  Gringeta giggled, fired, and roared:
  - A cigarette, unlike a grenade, prolongs life when you throw it!
  The girls fell silent. Their tank got stuck again, finding itself in a ditch. They had to get out. The warriors were a little nervous. The Soviet defense was quite strong.
  Jane remarked philosophically:
  - In war, the shortest path to the goal is a flanking maneuver, and the pure truth is a vile deception!
  Gringeta, having destroyed the Soviet cannon with a well-aimed shot, noted:
  - A roundabout maneuver is the most reliable way to cut off the path to the goal!
  Malanya fired the machine gun and chirped:
  - Life is red, but it leaves with scarlet blood!
  Matilda summed it up in a peculiar way:
  - In war, life loses value, but gains meaning!
  The girls continued the war. They shot and simultaneously composed aphorisms on the fly.
  Jane kicked her bare foot and said:
  - War is like a groom, it is susceptible to betrayal, but does not allow you to lie around!
  Gringeta fired and wittily said:
  - War is a lustful woman devouring men's bodies!
  Malanya hissed in response:
  - War, like love, is for all ages, but it is not a pleasant pastime!
  Matilda considered it necessary to add:
  - War, like a courtesan, is expensive and fickle, but always leaves a heroic memory!
  Jane turned the dog over with her graceful, bare toes and cooed:
  - War is not like a dream; you can"t do without strong emotions!
  Gringeta fired with a grin and replied:
  - The world is boring and relaxing, war is interesting and exciting!
  Matilda, sipping Cola with pleasure, continued:
  - War is blood and sweat, it fertilizes the shoots that give birth to courage!
  Malanya giggled and remarked:
  - No matter how interesting the process of war is, everyone wants it to 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 stain it!
  Gringeta chirped with aplomb:
  - War is a religion: it requires fanaticism, discipline, unquestioning obedience, but its gods are always mortal!
  Malanya giggled quietly and remarked:
  - In war, as in a casino, the risk is great, but the gain is short-lived!
  Matilda bared her teeth and barked:
  - A soldier is mortal, glory is forgotten, trophies wear out, and only the reasons to start a new slaughter are irremovable!
  Jane squealed thinly:
  - We despise a murderer unless he is a soldier at the front, we despise a thief doubly if he is a marauder on the battlefield!
  Gringeta nailed again and hissed:
  - A soldier is a knight whose armor is courage and honor! A general is a baron whose crown is prudence and intelligence!
  Malanya said with a smile:
  - Soldier sounds proud, private sounds derogatory!
  Matilda replied wittily:
  - The first to attack may die, but he will not be the last in memory!
  Jane cooed breathlessly:
  - It is better to be first in the division of trophies than in the attack!
  Gringeta added with a smile:
  - War is like a woman, it just lays men down without breaking!
  Malanya answered with dignity:
  - A woman, unlike a 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 it has!
  Jane turned the lever again with her bare toes and said:
  -War is the most insatiable female, she never has enough men, and she won"t refuse a woman!
  Gringeta considered it necessary to reproduce a witty aphorism:
  - Women don't like to fight, but the desire to put a man down is not much inferior to a bullet!
  Malanya hissed like a cobra, lashing out her pink tongue:
  - A small bullet can kill a man, a woman with a big heart can make him happy!
  Matilda added with a sarcastic smile:
  - A big heart often leads to small gain!
  The girls finished exchanging witty remarks and began to watch the battlefield with concentration. TA-311 attack aircraft were flying in the sky, firing at the positions of the Soviet troops. Although slowly, the Third Reich coalition was advancing. And it managed to get some food, swallowing corpses.
  The girls, bored, began to joke again with aphorisms:
  Jane cooed:
  - War does not have a woman's face, but it draws blood from men worse than a wife!
  Gringeta fired and croaked:
  - War does not bring joy, but it satisfies aggressive instincts!
  Malanya whistled in response:
  - Joy in war, only the corpses of enemies are valuable!
  Matilda, spinning the caterpillars, added:
  - War is like plowing a field: it is fertilized with corpses, watered with blood, but it grows with victory!
  Jane fired and purred in response:
  - Victory is grown on corpses and blood, but bears fruit from weakness!
  Gringeta fired, breaking the thirty-four like a stone through glass, and hissed:
  - War is like a man-eating flower, bright, carnivorous and with a foul 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 howl:
  - And in war, a soldier's life is not valuable, and generals are a complete loss!
  Jane ran the edge of her hand across her chest and chirped:
  - If you want peace, inspire fear; if you want war, provoke laughter!
  Gringeta took it and fired, aiming the gun with her bare foot, singing:
  - Laughter is not a sin, if you are not a laughing stock in military affairs!
  Malanya giggled and growled successfully:
  - War is like a circus, only the winner laughs last!
  Matilda drove the tank, crushing a couple of pioneers, and croaked:
  - War is like a circus, only a sneaky, serious killer!
  The girls fell silent again. They were tired of making jokes. And anyway, war is not very beautiful.
  Jane thought with annoyance: Britain has given in to the Germans. Although how much land the English have conquered. And how much of that Germany! Britain became a colossal empire. But it could not digest its colonies. The Third Reich surpassed the English in power and the generals turned out to be much stronger and more capable.
  And when the fascists came to London, history ended for England. A new empire arose, with unprecedented power. In whose troops serve many nations and countries. And what can be said: the Third Reich, having spread its wings, drowned out Britain.
  But in 1940, having conquered France, Hitler generously offered peace to Churchill. And he had to accept it: common sense told him that Britain could not gain anything from the war, even theoretically, but it could lose. Hitler fought the air battle with England at half strength. He transferred troops to Africa with great delay. He went against the Soviet Union. But all this only postponed the catastrophe.
  The Germans, using the occupied territories, found the strength to fight on two fronts, Japan confidently beat the Americans. And then Stalin betrayed them by concluding a truce. Britain fell to its knees and became part of the Third Reich.
  Numerous victories earned the Wehrmacht the glory of invincibility. Jane and her friends willingly joined Hitler's army - to catch fortune and ranks. And they partially succeeded there.
  So what? Now they have two homelands: Big Germany, little Britain.
  Jane took a swig of Coke and chirped:
  - Love and death, good and evil... What is holy, what is sinful, murderers don"t care!
  Gringeta sang in response, sending another projectile:
  - Love and dare, let evil rule, and we are given only one choice!
  The girls cheered up a bit. Well, really, how long can you set yourself up for a minor mood? They are young, cheerful, energetic, and quite lucky. They have been fighting for so long and not a single scratch. Unless you count the scratches they get on a tank.
  Malanya remarked harshly:
  - Oh, Churchill should have accepted Hess's offer and entered the war with the USSR. Then we would have ruled the entire planet, and in the end we would have crushed Germany!
  Matilda sang with delight:
  - Germany is good in battle, the British lion is the best!
  Malanya confirmed:
  - Yes, our lion from Britain is the best!
  Jane said with a smile:
  - We still have a chance! When Hitler dies, the German Empire will fall apart!
  Gringeta fired a projectile and partially agreed:
  - Yes, it will fall apart! They are carnivorous predators, but will it be any better for us?
  Malanya noted philosophically:
  - Unity under a tough regime is better than chaos and sloppiness under a soft one!
  Matilda pressed her bare soles on the pedals and barked:
  - We will be on Mars too! And beyond the solar system!
  Jane replied with a Mona Lisa smile:
  - First, we need to establish a unified regime on planet Earth!
  Gringeta took it and sang cheerfully:
  - But we have such a regime, we will not allow changes!
  Malanya remarked wittily:
  - But to leave you with your nose, I have to change my nose!
  The girls are lucky as always. Here their tank reaches the first line of trenches. And tears up the ground with its tracks. The warriors laugh.
  - We'll crush them all!
  One of the guns got stuck between the rollers, and the tank stopped. The girls got out of the car, after all, it was too cramped and too hot in the tank. And it was risky outside, you could get burned.
  The warriors rushed forward, flashing their bare heels and singing:
  - We are frisky girls, good friends, well, and let them whip our bare feet, frisky scares!
  Jane, running, noticed:
  - Here we are, the space marines!
  Malanya confirmed with a smile:
  - Both into space and into the landing force!
  And Gringeta took it and walked on her hands, howling:
  - I'm a super warrior! I'll crush everyone!
  Matilda responded by hissing:
  - Drop by drop, pour poison into the Fuhrer!
  Jane giggled and sang:
  - The blow is strong, and the all-powerful Fuhrer is defeated!
  The warriors ran, stepping barefoot, over debris, crumbled, highly heated iron, various types 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 happy to run, with her not too rough legs, along the prickly path and debris. It is really a great pleasure.
  Gringeta sang:
  - Summer, the sun is shining high...
  Malanya supported the song:
  - High... High!
  Matilda added:
  - Summer, we are far from death! Far away!
  The warriors became noticeably more cheerful. Indeed, what a pleasure it is to move and jump so energetically.
  Jane giggled and remarked:
  - Death is a convention, dishonor is absolute!
  Gringeta rubbed one bare foot against the other and hissed:
  - We will have a holiday too! And with it, victory!
  Malanya said skeptically:
  - Ours or German?
  Matilda grinned and sang:
  - A deadly fire awaits us...
  Jane responded:
  - But he is powerless against everyone...
  Gringeta howled like a panther:
  - Each person has a separate coffin...
  Malanya took it and, shooting, hissed:
  - The Boshe battalion has sunk into the grave!
  Matilda roared in response:
  - A whole legion has sunk into the grave!
  And the girls started meowing... They are like slender horses. And so cute, their 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 in response:
  - It's nice for a cobra to fly up to a cloud!
  And the girls just go and bump heads. Sparks fly from their eyes, as if the hour is coming!
  Malanya took it and hissed:
  - Hitler kaput!
  Matilda supported her:
  - And Stalin is kaput!
  Jane shook her hips and chirped,
  - I am a warrior of light, on your knees, savages... All who slander, I will wipe 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 grinned sarcastically and asked:
  - Do you think the Fuhrer has it?
  Gringeta kicked the ash with her bare foot and growled:
  - Of course not! We'll give him a blowjob, four of us!
  Malanya rolled her eyes and whispered:
  - Oh, it"s very nice to hold a pulsating jade rod in your mouth and touch it with your tongue!
  Matilda whispered breathlessly:
  - How wonderful! And everything will be just super!
  The girls jumped higher and higher. But then their tank was repaired and they had to go back. The warriors climbed back in and hissed:
  - This is our tank! It will be just super!
  Jane suddenly remembered the tale of Robin Hood. There little Joe, a boy, was captured by the sheriff. The boy was tortured: they hung him on the rack, fried his heels.
  When the flame licked the bare, rough soles of the boy's feet... Jane felt arousal here, and she really wanted sex. Here they entered her. Especially the Japanese ninja Karas. This fair-haired boy, so handsome, and he has a very large male perfection. And it is so nice to touch such clean and smooth skin with your chest.
  Jane wanted to put her finger between her legs, but she got embarrassed and changed her mind. Although, indeed, such an action is unusually pleasant!
  The lord's daughter said:
  - In the sea wave and the furious fire! And the furious, and furious fire!
  The girls moved their "Goering"-5 towards the positions of the Soviet troops again. Probably Stalin himself was pretty freaked out when he learned about the fascists' advance. Indeed, how could you not get nervous. A colossus is rushing at you, but you have nothing to respond with. You can't fight off the T-34s or the E series. And even less so the pyramidal AGs.
  And Stalin, apparently, is in shock. You could call a cockroach to be your adviser. No sound, no meaning, not a splash of water! It looks like you're going to die!
  Jane remarked with a smile:
  - And Stalin, unlike Churchill, always willingly accepted handouts from Hitler and went for peace!
  Gringeta sang with enthusiasm:
  - Tell me what the world is! They will answer you - the sun and the wind!
  Malanya noted with enthusiasm:
  - 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 the king! And we will wipe him off the face of the planet!
  Gringeta took it and roared:
  - The greatness of the Britons, the planet has recognized! Fascism has been crushed with a blow of the sword!
  Malanya added enthusiastically:
  - 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, communism can indeed be built!
  Gringeta hit her forehead on the breech of the gun and sang:
  - We'll build communism now, as a joke! And Stalin will be our super, and hero!
  Malanya added, clarifying:
  - In the coffin, of course!
  Gringeta readily confirmed:
  - Of course, in a coffin!
  Jane remarked philosophically:
  - No matter how great the king is, he will go to the grave, just like the huntsman!
  Gringeta added with a sly grin:
  - A politician always lies, only when he dies for real!
  Malanya clicked her bare toes and said:
  - Immortality is real, but death is illusory!
  Matilda also gave out an aphorism:
  - All kings can, but not one, not one king can leave the grave for the land!
  Jane chirped:
  - Life will end soon....
  Gringeta supported with aplomb:
  - The point will strike soon!
  Malanya fired machine guns at the Soviet infantry and hissed:
  - Oh, mommy, mommy, have pity on your son!
  Matilda, barely holding back her laughter, added:
  - He doesn't have a day left to live!
  Jane reasoned 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:
  - A good death is better than a lousy life!
  Matilda challenged:
  - It's good to be God in freedom, but it's bad to be a devil in prison!
  Gringeta remarked with a poisonous grin:
  - And we've run out of shells... You must admit, this is a huge tragedy! Not a single present of annihilation!
  Jane snorted contemptuously:
  - There will be new gifts and other presidents!
  . CHAPTER #17.
  Friedrich, on this day, October 10, 1947, as always, was racing on his Me-362 air horse, impetuous and tireless. The boy did not feel a shadow of fatigue, he was too excited, and still shot without missing. During the night, repair crews, primarily American, put some of the damaged equipment back into operation. In particular, the Pattons were again spun on their tracks, in addition, a couple of hundred of these machines were put into operation after being transferred from overseas, along already debugged railways. The partisans, of course, tried, but they were doing much worse than usual. Bandera won the elections of the Ukrainian Batka, and betrayal and desertion increased in the partisan ranks. Plus, the commander of the partisan movement, Voroshilov, fell ill... And they did not find a replacement for him in time... Thus, the supply of the shock international group of fascists was quite satisfactory. Yes, brave underground fighters and heroic saboteurs sometimes achieved success, but not above the tactical level. In addition, the appearance of new capitulated allies caused a sharp decline in faith in the victory of the USSR, and this led to the fact that wavering elements, openly or even covertly, went over to the side of the fascists.
  The number of deserters increased especially among the Red Army of Krajkov and the Polish Army. The Poles, having believed in the promises of the Nazis and especially the Western capitalists, seriously counted on creating a great empire in the east, at the expense of Russia! Of course, not all Polish communists remained loyal to the Soviets, but other political shades... The liberals were especially unreliable... So the Polish units began to surrender on the Moscow Bulge practically immediately from the beginning 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 flights himself, breaking away from the other 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 stubbornly. The infantry did not open fire and tried, having let the tanks get close, to blow up their tracks or a bunch of grenades, or set them on fire with Molotov cocktails.
  The boy-terminator mainly increased the score, due to the Soviet guns. Moreover, he fired from a horizontal plane, avoiding the loss of time for diving. True, several tanks located in ambush were also destroyed. The USSR aviation acted inactively. In the morning only seven U-2 aircraft appeared, then four Laggs. In general, Friedrich had a short conversation with them, a light press on the trigger... And then as always!
  Having suppressed the already weakened combat points, the Hitlerite tanks rushed further across the field and to the trenches... Anti-tank ditches and hedgehogs, however, were also encountered on this sixth and partly fifth line of defense (there were eight in total). The Soviet artillerymen were nervous and began to shoot from afar. The fascist artillery was merciless, and the aviation... So far, like a steamroller, it was cutting everything. Well, Friedrich, as always, was ahead of everyone, the most active and cool. There were changes in the formation of the troops, the Pattons with powerful machine gun armament rushed forward. A forced decision to reduce losses from kamikaze infantrymen, sacrificing themselves, but not wanting to surrender...
  Friedrich flew his third sortie with his girlfriend Helga. Here they encountered a more or less large group of Soviet aircraft for the first time. Among them were even five Br-3 (where did they dig them up from). Oddly enough, the Soviet bombers turned back immediately upon seeing the German aces, and the fighters rushed to meet them.
  Friedrich shot down the machines trying to get closer in cold blood. Including the ace with the Hero of the USSR star on the fuselage. The experienced fighter, however, tried to go into the clouds, but against such a monster as Friedrich Bismarck, it only turned out worse. The boy-terminator, without missing, shot down thirty-six fighters and four attack aircraft at once, turned on, forced, and rushed after the bombers.
  Here, however, Friedrich discovered that his machine was not rushing so fast, and did not reach the estimated 740 kilometers even with a forced engine. The reason is clear, Friedrich had his 30-millimeter Mr-108 cannons replaced with Mr-103s, which with an initial projectile velocity of 960 meters per second are much more effective in penetrating the roof of tanks and enemy fighters from a very long distance, but are almost one and a half times heavier and have a lower rate of fire of 420 rounds per minute (however, Friedrich generally preferred to hit with single shells when he fell into a trance!). And the ammunition for the cannons was specially increased for Friedrich. So, catching up with the bombers turned out to be no easy task. Several nimble He-362s overtook the brave young ace. They fell like hail on the crops, crushing and tormenting Soviet machines. Moreover, the Br-3, as slower and poorly armed, became easy prey for the terrorist pilots. Friedrich had already arrived by the end of the feast, but he had finished off ten more, knocking out fifty. However, the boy was unable to beat his previous record of two hundred and fifty-three machines.
  Friedrich returned back, with great elation in his soul. He had won, and was winning! And thoughts of his betrayal had completely disappeared. The young man even said to himself:
  - Why these prejudices! The Motherland is where your friends are and where your children grow up! And the USSR is not the Motherland, but a prison of nations!
  Helga heard these words, but, not understanding their true meaning, confirmed:
  - You're right! And we'll have children soon! Although, I don't want him to get a belly while this war is still going on!
  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 flight on the attack jet Focken-Wulf-5 turned into a hunt for guns, as only a couple of tanks were encountered. But the real test was still ahead.
  Rotmistrov's Fifth Guards Tank Army completed the undercutting transfer to the Krasnogvardeyskoye area. However, it was not possible to achieve complete surprise. The Nazi reconnaissance aircraft recorded the movement of a large mass of tanks, and the Nazis hastened to take countermeasures. About five hundred SS units of the 2nd SS Tank Army, as well as two hundred vehicles from the strategic reserve, came out to meet the nine hundred and fifty tanks and self-propelled guns of Rotmistrov's armored fist, reinforced by reserves. In particular, the battle unfolded on the field, near the Pervomaysky collective farm, where German grenadiers and guns were located on the captured line.
  Friedrich and the best German aces were called in to counter the massive attack from land and air.
  Lieutenant General Rotmistrov, a hero of the Battle of Stalingrad, carried out an order coming from the Supreme Commander-in-Chief himself, sincerely believing that the Battle of Moscow was not yet lost. He had power in his hands, there was a glimmer of hope that the USSR would regain what had been lost earlier. However, the column, moving at its own pace, stretched out considerably. This was partly due to the desire to avoid reconnaissance aircraft of the Third Reich, and partly due to the length of the march caused by damage to the railways due to the impact of enemy aviation.
  Heavy bomber strikes forced large tank forces to travel hundreds of kilometers under their own power. And at the maximum speed march... Taking into account some heterogeneity of the tank fleet, some vehicles had filters replaced, while others, on the contrary, had old types, including imperfect transmissions, that slowed down diesel engines.
  Due to the brutal and massive impact of enemy aviation, the Fifth Shock Army was located quite far from the front line and this forced this steel roller to move from evening until morning.
  A more compact group of fascists was already waiting for Rotmistrov. Although inferior in the total number of tanks, the Nazis were superior in quality: having approximately one and a half hundred Panther-5s and Tiger-5s, as well as one and a half dozen Goering Ls (English vehicles with 17-foot guns, approximately equal in penetrating power to the Panther's gun), E-50s, AG-50s and Pattons. The Super Ferdinand tank destroyers were still approaching.
  Of course, it would have been better to attack the fascists en masse, but the formidable Zhukov was too eager for Rotmistrov, rightly fearing that the Nazis would take energetic countermeasures. However, they had already taken them...
  But here the Soviet army had one trump card - serious air cover... Airplanes were taken from the Ural direction, and from the headquarters reserve, and even training aircraft were thrown into battle, as well as equipment straight from the conveyor. This was the chance to break through the right flank and rear, which had broken far ahead of the fascist wedge.
  General Gotha 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 meant that it was necessary to have a cover plan.
  Special German aircraft, especially the He-362, monitored the airspace, so that the battle at Krasnogvardeyskoye was to become the largest not only tank, but also air battle of the Second World War!
  Friedrich was called to fight the enemy, he was the best ace of the Luftwaffe, the king of air battles, he was a symbol of the victory of the Third Reich. And next to him, or almost next to him on the right hand, on an attack, and therefore especially powerful modification of the Focken-Wulf-5, Helga was racing.
  The boy even sang:
  - We rush along the waves in starships! Quarks foam in the vortices of the ether!
  Helga confirmed:
  - Red creatures, Hook will be upon you! Children of the underground hellish world!
  Friedrich laughed and said his favorite:
  - Get going! Angel of death, just whistle for him to appear! He'll tear all the scumbags' asses to shreds!
  Helga giggled in response:
  - Well, you're witty!
  Friedrich was somewhat concerned about the increased weight of his aircraft, due to the installation of long-range weapons and the increase in ammunition. After all, a 30-millimeter cannon shell is three times heavier than a 20, and perhaps four times more powerful in terms of striking power, a universal weapon adapted to destroy armor both on the surface of the planet and in the air! The young ace even wanted to give up the machine guns, remove four large-caliber ones, but... Helga objected before the flight:
  - It could come down to close combat. Better to keep this trump card...
  - Two "shooters" are enough for Force Majeure! - Friedrich cut off briefly. For me, shooting down at close range is enough. In general, I think machine gun armament is excessive here.
  Helga giggled cheerfully and slapped the boy on the back:
  - Unfortunately, not all of them are such invincible knights as you! Many aces are still beginners, they need more dense fire to be sure to hit...
  Friedrich quite reasonably objected:
  - Such an expensive machine as ME-362 U will not be given to a novice pilot. This fighter is for aces.
  Helga, instead of answering, ran to her fighter-attack aircraft, flashing her bare, pink heels. What else could she do, the emergency call sounded.
  Friedrich was generally pleased with the fact that he had removed the two outer machine guns, the massive machine took off easier, and the speed increased, and the lightening of the wings improved maneuverability. Although the firing points themselves were covered by fairings, their reduction noticeably added to the aerodynamics of the machine. Although the Me-362 in terms of aerodynamic qualities has no equal among piston machines, such a universal workhorse of war.
  Below, rare trees and fields flash by... The day is hot and it looks like it won"t be easy to fight. Especially for the Russians, who are losing this grand battle. There"s a flock of crows flying to the left and a little below... A large flock, and some of the crows are very large... An ominous sign, crows accompany all wars in this cruel, unsentimental world. As Boyarsky sang in the famous musical:
  - Well, why! It is impossible to live intelligently! But why - life does not teach us anything!
  Here it is - violence, violence and more violence! Cruelty, cruelty and more cruelty cementing the nation!
  The flock of crows seems endless, there are tens, hundreds of thousands of them, and they caw so loudly that even in the hermetically sealed cabin you can hear them. Friedrich asked Helga on the radio:
  - Maybe we should hit them with machine guns?
  The ace girl objected:
  - No need! Every bullet may count here!
  Friedrich chuckled:
  - Which is quite possible! The king has cartridges in a bag under his throne.
  From behind the flock of vultures, the first batch of Soviet aircraft suddenly jumped out. They were met first by the Salamanders. There were losses on both sides, the Russians fell more. Friedrich opened fire late and shot down only eight machines. But it was still a dashing start. But a couple of German Salamander-3s were shot down, as well as an Me-262, which somehow managed to get ahead of everyone else.
  But the main thing was still ahead. The flock of crows ended, the German pilots jumped out into the space above Krasnogvardeyskoye Field and it began.
  An entire army rushed to meet the German squadron, and here in fact there was aviation from several air armies of the USSR. A huge armada of aircraft of all types, but most of all Yakov and somewhat less Laggs.
  Friedrich opened fire from a distance of more than six kilometers. He again plunged into the streams of wild trance, when you do not aim, and your fingers press everything automatically. When there is no longer any thought, no thoughts, the body seems to be yours, but you are already like a puppet of unknown forces... And therefore the flesh is not yours, but the spirit of the underworld - unclean, evil forces...
  Well, and in the head of the boy-terminator, the song sounded for the umpteenth time:
  Among friends, but at the same time secluded,
  Captive to suffering, sorrowful worries!
  Our world is so tired of abuse,
  There is no expanse or beauty in sight!
  Where have you brought us, you evil, cunning devil?
  When an evil demon controls an army!
  We are, of course, hunting for military glory,
  Although at heart I am a vile parasite!
  
  Such emptiness in the extinguished spirit,
  There's a swamp all around, you can't see the way!
  And death, this stake to the merciless old woman,
  What collects tribute in holy Rus'!
  
  Simple understanding does not shine,
  Everything is in the web of unlimited power!
  The desire to live in an earthly abode,
  Tasting sweetness, joy, happiness with my beloved!
  
  But fate sent his son to war,
  Where we had to forget about peace!
  No need to curse Satan for this,
  We ourselves didn"t want anything else!
  
  I cut through the whirlwind on the plane,
  Having performed a trick, and the signature move!
  Believe me, the fighter of the Fatherland did not die,
  Let's play a funeral march for the scum!
  
  The enemy is numerous and strong,
  Cars, fighters, missiles!
  We will smash the hellish Wehrmacht to pieces,
  Russia's exploits will be sung about!
  I believe communism will come to Earth,
  We will live happily ever after - I know for sure!
  The executioner of people, fascism, will crumble,
  Victory will be in affection, Sveta Maya!
  
  Fatherland, rapid flight,
  It gave us holy life!
  The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,
  After all, I fight fiercely for her!
  
  And I believe the bright time will come,
  There will be no murders, old age will disappear into the abyss!
  The family will develop without end,
  The top will rush to the achievements of the lines!
  
  And so that we can bring that time closer;
  Then we must fight as soldiers of Rus'!
  So that everyone who is not an idiot understands,
  That Russians always know how to fight!
  A good patriotic song was playing in Friedrich's head, but his treacherous hands and feet were doing the exact opposite. Namely, they were sending shells into Soviet aircraft of all types and brands. The Soviet pilots were trying to get closer and start a fight... Volka, having shot up more than fifty machines on the move, made a turn and escaped the shots and the ramming attempt (he cut down this kamikaze with short machine-gun bursts). Then the young ace's plane shifted, and being in a combat trance, the boy gave a lot of air guns. It mowed down a whole row of Soviet fighters emerging from the rear.
  Here Friedrich himself almost rammed, but managed to slide into the line of fire and continue exterminating the opponents. This time, his victims were the twin-engine "Pawns". An aphorism flashed through the boys' heads (pawns are not nuts either, they are future queens!). Helga squeaked into the radio:
  - Oh, dear mother! How they press!
  Friedrich, having performed an unfinished loop, cut down the Soviet fighters from a long distance, trying to get behind Helga. One of them, "Shopkeeper" (Lugg-5), had a big red star on the fuselage... So, a hero of the USSR. The girl herself, in an assault modification of the Focken-Wulf, fired at the tanks of Rotmistrov's army approaching the German positions. And she hit quite accurately, diving successfully.
  Friedrich was fighting enemy planes, mentally thanking the supply men for increasing the ammunition. He, the traitor terminator, even managed to fire into a T-34-85 tank, and chose the commander's one (this can be seen by the antennas, which Friedrich's sharp eyes easily spotted despite the dust and distance!).
  The hatch cover was pierced by three shells at once and the tank stopped...
  It was also hot below; the vanguard of the Fifth Guards Tank Army had already rolled onto the SS grenadiers and units of the Second Corps.
  The first Soviet vehicles rolled into the anti-tank ditch, and their progress slowed. The rapid-fire guns of the Tiger-5 and Panther-5 rained down on them. That's where the new Germans are strong, it's long-range combat, in order to gain an advantage over them, the Soviet tanks had to engage in close combat. To arrange a melee... But the tactical decision was inaccurate, to rush across an open field where ditches had been dug, towards the vehicles waiting for "prey". And not to attack en masse?
  True, the Soviet Il-4s, despite significant losses, still broke through, like a small boxer diving under a giant's jam, to enemy tanks, causing damage, including with small bombs. True, on some Tiger-5s, there was a net on top, but for many vehicles, the German infantry was forced to install protection literally on the move.
  Friedrich thought that if the Russians had launched a more concentrated attack, they would have had a much better chance of a "kuchmalu" and a profitable close fight.
  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 the German aviation were growing, as, incidentally, to an even greater extent, of the Soviet ones. But this was no longer a fight without a response. Many Soviet pilots had decent experience, it was not for nothing that they covered Moscow, so the fascists got it pretty bad.
  Friedrich, whose senses had become incredibly sharp, always avoided being hit and intuitively pounded the most dangerous Soviet fighters. Trying to knock out the leaders. He succeeded, and succeeded without misfires. By the way, there was a void in his head, and a lack of perception of the battle as such. The body reacted, the targets were caught, there were no misses. Several times even the tanks got it.
  And many hundreds, if not thousands of flying machines of all types, just flashed, flashed before the eyes. For example, Huffman in his He-362... Fights in a special way, speed, jerk of a jet machine, and debris flies in all directions... And the Russians are not bad either... But where is Kozhedub, it's time to de-energize him... Friedrich moves at a minimum, no need for turns now, hit economically, but only, so slightly shifting from defeats...
  The ammunition is running out, as is the fuel in the tanks, and impressive reinforcements are arriving from the German positions. The Salamanders, and even several formidable Me-362s are the first to enter the battle, followed by the rest of Hitler's mosquito den. Again, rolling on rolling... The Soviet planes are also starting to retreat. They are running out of fuel, and their 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 shot down six tanks and one fighter...
  Friedrich whistled:
  - You've even surpassed me in the number of tanks destroyed. I personally destroyed only five vehicles with muzzles!
  Helga giggled:
  - How many planes are there?
  - Planes? - Numbers flashed through Friedrich's mind... - Exactly three hundred and one! A new world record. What an achievement...
  Helga exclaimed:
  - 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 a goddess of evil. That is, a woman, although in Hinduism she is a very revered and popular deity. Many temples have been built for her, and prayers are offered.
  The boy suddenly noticed that he had badly scratched his knee on the lever. And he cursed:
  - Damn it! You shouldn't have made a turn in such a heavily armed vehicle.
  Helga said with concern:
  - And your next flight is without me?
  Friedrich readily confirmed:
  - Yes, your Fokken will still be refueled and loaded, but mine is already standing ready. Just don't say anything, just take care of yourself!
  Helga stated decisively:
  - No! My advice to you is to fight and struggle as best you can... If that's even possible.
  The planes landed and Friedrich ran to the next plane. The chosen combination of the Me-362 and the attack F -490 was optimal for the super-ace of all times and nations.
  Friedrich, feeling the prickly, rough pedals of the Focken-Wulf-4 with his bare feet, began to press the speed and sing along:
  - I'm flying to battle! I'll trample the creature into dust!
  The battle on Krasnogvardeysk continued. In addition to the tanks of Rotmistrov's army itself, one hundred and fifty Soviet vehicles, taken from the southern flank and the Kashirnsky Soviet Front area, arrived on the battlefield. True, only the first batch of vehicles had arrived. Soviet aviation was also not thinking of surrendering, but was not particularly active yet.
  Friedrich took on tanks, using his guns specially created for this purpose. In his opinion, the 37-millimeter caliber was still optimal for this purpose. For example, Rudel, with such guns, without any combat trance, destroyed, or rather, what 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 of a child carried in the womb, in addition to the manifestation of phenomenal abilities as puberty progresses, can turn the offspring into a psychopath...
  Perhaps his battle trance, and this warrior's superpower, are also a consequence of an influence, the nature of which is unknown to him.
  But here come the tanks, for the pilot, their movements seem slow, and for Friedrich even more so. The young ace began to fire from a horizontal plane at random. Just fires and fires. Flashes of light, from small explosions, hatches pierced through. Many vehicles catch fire, since the gas tanks are located in the fighting compartment. And destruction, the T-34's muzzle flew off like a slingshot pin.
  Often, the impact of a shell caused the ammunition to detonate. And this in turn...
  Friedrich did not think about such trifles, he observed the picture when, having suffered great losses and realizing the futility of attempts to break through the ditches dug by the Soviet people, the guards tanks moved around.
  But here too an unpleasant surprise awaited them. Two dozen "Super Ferdinands" managed to approach. They, unfortunately, had stronger running characteristics, thanks to the use of American engines.
  The Soviet machines were moving across an open field, which meant that the legendary fighters could fire from a distance of three kilometers. Of course, the Super Ferdinands missed, but the high rate of fire of the anti-aircraft guns allowed them to fire often enough. In addition, the field was heavily dug up and plowed by shells, and the T-34-85s could not pick up speed. But they still moved like a shaft during an eruption. And the Panthers-5 and the nimble American Witches-5, high-speed tank destroyers, rushed to the aid of the Ferdinands-4.
  Friedrich tried to knock out (purely subconsciously) the commanders. Even his fingers were 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-122. It could have been three more machines, but they were distracted by a raid by Soviet fighters, and most importantly, attack aircraft. Friedrich began to fire at them from a 37-millimeter aircraft cannon, and two 20-millimeter ones (also quite destructive, if you hit the canopy or gas tank or engine accurately.
  Only twenty-seven aircraft, eighteen of them Il-5s... Not bad, considering the importance of each tank, even damaged in this stubborn battle... Here are several T-34-85s that have accelerated and finally broken through to close range. Here are the lightly armored American "Witches"-5s that are burning.
  Friedrich saw the attack aircraft of Hans-Ulrich Rudel. This long-time famous ace, it seems, also decided to replace the Stuka with a more powerful and faster Focken-Wulf-5. Its emblem, the torch, is known to everyone. He asked Friedrich:
  - How are you, angel of death!
  The boy terminator replied:
  - Business at the Gestapo, but I have accomplishments!
  Rudel assured:
  - And I'm not bad at it! But how do you manage to shoot so accurately and quickly, and from a horizontal plane?
  The ace boy, laughing, answered or even sang:
  - I know for sure that everything impossible is possible! Find the diamond of the kings of the Earth in running water!
  - No problem, I'll get to thirty by the end of the day! - Rudel promised.
  Return, replacement of the plane, and again the familiar Me-362, a plane that, except for bullet holes in the wings, did not receive any damage under Volka's leadership. And of course, a tank battle...
  It was hot on Krasgvardeysky. Columns of the Fifth Guards Army and brigades taken from other fronts pulled up. Reinforcements also crept up to the Germans, including a dozen American tank destroyers, the newest M-18 with 110-millimeter guns. These machines were not inferior in the killing power of the Tiger-5 guns, caliber 105, and even beat the T-34 better, since they were less prone to ricochet. The gun itself, at the same time, was also from a converted American anti-aircraft gun, which means it was rapid-fire. Only the armor was weaker than the German ones, but still 186 millimeters are quite enough to hold a shell in the front. Moreover, the T-34-85 very often misses on the move.
  Friedrich felt the approaching tsunami of a new wave of Red Army aircraft even from a distance. And that meant there was no time for the tanks, which were already almost locked in a tight fight; it was better for the attack aircraft to deal with them. Incidentally, the very heavily armed and armored He-329s were visible among them. They were strong as attack aircraft and tank destroyers. Especially with the 88-millimeter Ra-44 cannons, which could penetrate not only the roof of a tank, but also its front. But in an air battle, this machine, to put it mildly, was not as versatile as the "workhorse" Focken-Wulf.
  Among the stormtroopers, Friedrich noticed Helga's plane. Well, of course, it's back in action.
  The boy-terminator, having lowered a little on the way, cut up three tanks and a self-propelled gun-76, sang:
  - We're going to have a show! Simply top-notch!
  . CHAPTER #18.
  Helga readily answered:
  - Of course I believe you! I didn't give my heart to a beast! You will be given an answer - do you believe it or not?
  Instead of answering, Friedrich began firing from a great distance from below... And then gaining altitude.
  There were quite a lot of Soviet planes, but still fewer than the first time. The Luftwaffe pilots felt quite confident, like a first-grader who beat up an annoying peer in an unfamiliar school and then was literally filled with strength.
  The Soviet pilots became more cunning, and when they came under attack, they immediately split into groups, trying to draw the Germans towards themselves. Friedrich attacked them, climbing up the hill. For him, however, the enemy's refusal to attack directly only made tactics easier. But the other German fighters went into battle.
  Friedrich noted with annoyance that the He-362 usually outpaced him. But it was okay, no one could cut it down from a long distance of several kilometers anyway.
  And the "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 commander's plane, and before he could think, the machine was shot down. The boy drew a moral:
  - Unlike sports, you can lose in war only once, but unlike games, you can win in war endlessly! However, only the loser's pieces fly off the board, while the winner puts even previously shot down combat units on the board!
  However, the fight was felt in the field conditions as well. For example, Wittmann was already a seasoned tank ace, he fought in a Tiger. He and the gunner also missed quite often, although the tank turned easily. Gunner Schleich barely had time to wipe the sweat from his face. This steel monster had already been hit in the forehead several times, but so far it was just a ricochet. Wittmann screamed at the top of his lungs:
  - Let them come closer, don't get nervous, p...
  The state of a person in those terrible conditions was also reflected in the impressions of a participant in the battle, Deputy Chief of Staff of the 31st Tank Brigade, who recently became a Hero of the Soviet Union, Grigory Penezhko. ... Before the mental images, there remained heavy pictures... There was such a roar that the eardrums were pressed, blood flowed from the ears. The continuous roar of engines, the clanking of metal, the rumble, the explosions of shells, the wild screech of torn iron... Point-blank shots twisted turrets, twisted guns, cracked armor, tanks exploded.
  The impenetrable heavy Patton-3 tried to take the Soviet T-34-85 almost point-blank. It snapped back, the screened armor bulged. The Witches-4 slipped through and tried to maneuver themselves. As if it was a horse army of ancient knights that were about to strike each other down. Often both tanks fired point-blank and blew each other up.
  The tanks instantly burst into flames from shots fired into the fuel tanks. The hatches opened and the tank crews tried to get out. Grigory saw a young lieutenant, half-burned, hanging on the armor. Wounded, he could not get out of the hatch. And so he died. There was no one nearby to help him. The soldiers lost the sense of time, did not feel thirst, heat, or even blows in the cramped cabin of the tank. One thought, one desire - while you are alive, beat the enemy. Soviet tankers, having climbed out of their broken vehicles, searched the field for enemy crews, also left without equipment, and hit them with pistols, fought hand-to-hand.
  A surrealist image of a captain who, in some kind of frenzy, climbed onto the armor of a knocked-out German Tiger-5 and fired a machine gun at the hatch to "smoke out" the Nazis from there. The tank company commander Chertorizhsky acted very bravely. He knocked out an enemy Tiger-5, breaking through the swirl of shells, but was knocked out himself. Jumping out of the vehicle, the tankers put out the fire. And went back into battle.
  Helga had already pierced the roof of Grigory Penezhko's tank with her last shell. The shell hit the gas tank, and everything went up in flames. The flames scorched the Soviet tank crews, forcing them to jump out of their hatches. But Grigory himself, who had been wounded, did not have time to jump out... He was burning alive, understanding in reality what hell is...
  Friedrich, seeing that the enemy aircraft had already become smarter and was trying to fly away using combined forces, attacked the tanks himself... The Germans were really having a hard time, although the most heavily armed British tanks, the Challengers, entered the battle (the crews were also from the sons of Britain and they shoot with unusual accuracy!).
  Friedrich is full of demonic energy and passion, he is ready to sweep away everything and everyone on his own, even if he has to fight with a whole tank army, and especially an air army. But he has to go back, fuel and ammunition are running out, for this, a sortie, having shot down fifty-seven planes and destroyed thirty-one tanks and six self-propelled guns, plus two more armored personnel carriers, three Katyushas, four Andryushas, vehicles that tried to leave for the rear.
  Helga noted:
  - The Russians have a song about women in our villages! And we have not only fighting women, but also men who are what you need!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - Our men are great, but our 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're being funny, it means things aren't that bad today!
  I have to fly alone for the next flight... Well, if that's the case, then there's no point in being sad... It's really hot in the Focken-Wulf with an air-cooled engine. Very hot, the engine, plus the sun, plus little time to cool down. Friedrich himself was even surprised that he hadn't fallen over yet with such a monstrous load. It's elementary... it eats away all your insides...
  The Soviet tanks have been seriously depleted... However, reinforcements have arrived for the Germans again, and almost all of the attack aircraft have been thrown into battle... But reinforcements are also coming for Rotmistrov... The same tanks from another front.
  But the air is much calmer, although individual groups of fighters or attack aircraft appear.
  Friedrich repeats the old proven tactics, he already knows that it will not fail him. And the Germans...
  A regrouping is also taking place, since most of the Soviet tanks have already been destroyed, then we can try to attack ourselves... Wittmann noted sullenly:
  - We knocked out eight tanks... Good for one day, but bad for a day like this...
  The gunner corrected:
  - Actually, twelve...
  Wittmann interrupted:
  - Four destroyed vehicles when the Russians were climbing through a deep anti-tank ditch - don"t count! It was elementary. And the ammunition needs to be replenished...
  But the Soviet tanks rushed forward again when the stormtroopers began to bother them especially. In particular, Friedrich, who fired fifty-five shells, forty-nine of which were fired at T-34 tanks and six at self-propelled guns. And it took him five and a half minutes... What a fight... Of course, it could have been longer... Friedrich thought, why should he fire two guns at once? One would be enough... But for now...
  Helga met him at the airport, kissed him so passionately on the lips and whispered:
  - This is the embodiment of chivalry - Don Quixote!
  - What did you say? - Friedrich flew into a rage.
  The girl immediately corrected herself:
  - Sorry, little wolf... I meant Lancelot!
  The ace boy snapped back:
  - Then it's a different matter! After all, Don Quixote is a parody of a knight. In a way, he ridicules stupid chivalry and selfless nobility!
  Helga agreed:
  - I understand that, in general! But...
  Friedrich interrupted the girl:
  - To the planes quickly!
  The Soviet tank crews and pilots seemed to have made a last attempt to turn the tide of the extremely unsuccessful battle. General Gotha, as an experienced commander who had already thoroughly studied the Russian tactics, was in no hurry to attack, but even retreated slightly in order to fully use the advantage in firepower. And of course, in armor. This is the tactic of a tall boxer who retreats in front of a short man, works as a second number, but does not allow the short 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 can be done together!
  Well, Friedrich has to fight with aviation too... It's also a fight, and the enemy is brave...
  But first the boy-terminator shot fifteen attacking T-34-85 tanks. So ethereal in one burst...
  Helga exclaimed:
  - You are the emperor of the air! This is how the Third Reich will become famous!
  Friedrich answered her:
  - And he is already glorified! And there is no need to glorify him!
  Helga screamed:
  - And you glorify him even more!
  - I'll try! - Friedrich growled.
  He fell into an ultra-combat trance again. Strange thoughts were spinning in the boy's head. For example, what would happen to him after the victory of the Third Reich? Of course, the patronage of the emperor's wife would ensure him the highest position, and his son would become the heir to the Great Empire. Exciting prospects! And the Russians would finally learn order and discipline that even Stalin, the bloody Georgian, could not accustom them to.
  Although of course it's still a long way to victory... Or maybe just turn the fighter around and crash into the Fritzes. That's how to destroy several dozen fascist machines and return to the USSR as a hero?
  But will it help him if the war heroes who escaped from captivity are shot, and... Stalin doesn't trust anyone at all, he said that he doesn't have a son Yakovlev! So he, Friedrich, can't go back... Especially after what he did... He could have escaped to the USSR right away, when they gave him the "Stuka". The boy would have been forgiven... Well, maybe they would have sent him to penal battalions, and if he had also shot down some of the Nazis... Yes, he had a chance to come back... But now, in the USSR they won't spare him, he has become too bloody...
  Friedrich thought, why didn't he defect to the Soviets? Okay, he joined the Hitler Youth when he found himself in the center of Berlin, he had no other chance to survive. But why did he kill the commissars? He could have just switched them off... Why did the wild beast suddenly wake up in him... Not even a beast, because animals usually kill to eat or because they are hungry. Man turned murder into fun, becoming worse than a tiger...
  What happened to him that killing became a joy, and the desire to rise in the Third Reich, to make a career, took over his entire being? Who did he become,... Why did his sense of patriotism and attachment to his people disappear?
  However, was he the only one? Take the same General Vlasov or Boris Alekseevich Smyslovsky. Here is also a strange person, it seemed like a model 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 service in the German army. From 1928 to 1932 he studied at the Higher Courses at the Military Department (Academy of the General Staff) 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 bring us to Moscow and gradually transfer power into our hands. The Germans, even after the partial defeat of Soviet Russia, will have to fight for a long time against the Anglo-Saxon world. Time will work in our favor, and they will have no time for us. Our importance as an ally will increase, and we will have complete freedom of political action."
  The boy"s head was filled with what he had read earlier on the Internet... Quite by chance, his gaze ran across a page of the reference book - "Nazi collaborators are a disgrace to the nation!"
  True, 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 assignment from the German General Staff.
  Friedrich interrupted his thoughts... Eighty-three Soviet planes had been shot down, and the last shells were already landing on the tanks, and it was time to return... What a bastard he was... How he had sunk... A bloody whore! His eyes immediately became wet... Salty droplets of tears began to flow down his smooth, boyish cheeks... How bitter, he could have shot himself!
  Upon his return, the sight of a tired but cheerful Helga immediately lifted his spirits, and he rushed into battle again... He is a warrior! Which means he was born to win, and he is not friends with the weaker nation!
  Helga suddenly noticed:
  - Why were you crying?
  Friedrich shook his head:
  - My eyes are already watering from fatigue! What a battle! I haven't closed my eyes for six days already! And I hardly slept before that!
  Helga consoled:
  - The cauldron will close and we'll get some sleep... Just a little bit left. Just a little bit until victory!
  Flight on Focken-Wulf-4, no enemy aircraft in sight, and little left of the tanks. But even those that are there need to be finished off.
  Helga whispers into the radio:
  - Well, give them to me! Like this, twisting the figure eight!
  Friedrich chuckles:
  - It's better to spin an eight than to get a six on your shoulder straps!
  The girl, having hit the car with a dive, barked:
  - No, you can't be imagined as a six. You have the blood of a king.
  The fifth guard army was reduced to horns and legs. Now Gotha had given the order to advance, especially since it was already evening, well past dinner time, and darkness was approaching.
  More than one thousand one hundred knocked out and destroyed Soviet tanks and about three hundred German tanks that had received some damage remained on the battlefield. Of these, about sixty-five vehicles were beyond repair.
  And Friedrich, having left his girlfriend sleeping on a camp bed, was still flying. This time he was redirected to suppress artillery. Rotmistov's desperate march diverted part of the forces of Mainschein's army and they advanced no more than twelve kilometers in the day and evening. Night fell, but the attack aircraft were still working. The pilots had simply changed.
  Once again Friedrich encountered U-2 night bombers. The machines were flying almost close to the ground - low-level flight. They would have had a chance to slip through with such camouflage, but in this situation the devilish intuition of the young terminator worked.
  Besides, Friedrich suddenly felt very ashamed of his tears, and he became furious... Even the boy's gaze changed. And completely different words, of a different song, began to run through his head;
  Anger spreads through the body like a fiery wave,
  I can"t understand this situation and what"s happening to me now!
  Here the underworld has revealed all the darkness in the soul,
  I want palaces - paradise in a hut is not enough for me with my sweetheart!
  
  And how all this happened, even God doesn"t know,
  I became a traitor, a bastard, but for now I'm dead!
  Where does this revelation come from, who gave birth to it,
  I draw inspiration from the cup - mighty forces!
  
  The Devil has dragged us into his net, throwing us into a vicious circle,
  It just so happened that I was caught in the net!
  But I will break the web, and I will accept God with my heart,
  Just don't curse the moon in the sky!
  And I know this for sure, brothers in arms!
  
  Oh give me a chance holy Lord,
  My nature, you are treason and vileness!
  I wanted flesh, to save only flesh,
  But he found himself in the abyss where wisdom fell asleep!
  
  The fascist said: serve us -
  You will receive land, money, titles and recognition!
  But if you give up your soul,
  And this is the worst punishment in the world!
  
  But I'm a weakling, I got into trouble,
  And he destroyed the living in himself, honor and conscience!
  Let it be so, the hard fact,
  After all, it wasn"t a novel, just a story!
  
  What should I do, there is no way back;
  There is nothing left and now I can hang my neck in a noose!
  But the devil said, stop the mess,
  Believe us, I do not accept such cowardice!
  Friedrich finished this "vocal", knocking down the "ears" and then felt the strongest fatigue... And what had already blossomed, which meant a new day had arrived, July 11. And he had been on his feet for seven days...
  After landing, the boy barely managed to run to the bed and immediately fell down;
  The dream turned out to be quite intense... Friedrich dreamed that he was a student and was listening to a lecture. Moreover, the gigantic teacher was telling it with such enthusiasm and fervor that you couldn't help but listen. It was about Russia's old historical enemy, the USA. It seemed that his homeland had finally come up with a worthy weapon of retaliation;
  -You must know that the Pentagon army has deployed its best strike forces to combat our desire to break through 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 did not heed my message, they measure everyone by their dubious and selfish scale of values. These megalomaniac scumbags think that they can rule all of humanity. They think that if they have a maniacal passion for conquest and destruction, then other representatives of other worlds must have the same animal passion.
  The speaker paused and listened to a generous wave of applause. And Volka also clapped vigorously, although he did not like to acknowledge his authority. Well, and the mighty giant continued:
  - I am not a beast or a predator, but I am capable 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 a superior nation, not subject to people, will face retribution. I have already given the group of oligarchs a quarter, I will show them an example of a person capable of fighting, and not lying down under the axe like a submissive sheep. We must all unite, because this is our common cause, for soon there will be nothing to breathe on Earth. 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. Even to many of the best of you, the hydrogen bomb seems to be the pinnacle of perfection. Many of you, even the best, assume that there are no other more powerful ways to obtain energy, with the exception of annihilation, which may be difficult to implement in practice. You all know about thermonuclear reactions, the fusion of hydrogen atoms and the formation of helium. And other elements, including iron. Thermonuclear fusion has been giving light to stars for billions of years. And many of you find it incredible that fundamentally new fusion reactions are possible: reactions that practically do not exist in nature. Many of you are full of stereotypical thoughts that if a reaction does not exist in nature, then it cannot exist in principle. What an absurd misconception, the science of supercivilizations provides a way to obtain gigantic masses of energy on a scale and in reactions that do not exist in nature. You already know about the existence of quarks: 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 amazed by the diversity of quarks, which is difficult to explain by ordinary logical means. Just recently, your scientists discovered particles called preons, particles that make up quarks, and you have not been able to properly get to them and study them. And you have not yet been able to extract from the nucleus not only preons, but even quarks. And what energy can be obtained by merging or splitting them: immeasurable even in comparison with a thermonuclear reaction. Even at the current, rather low level of earthly 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 a virtually unlimited source of energy resources. However, not a single earthly scientist has been able to recreate the reaction of merging microparticles, or even extract a free quark from the nucleus.
  Even to obtain a free, unbound quark has not yet been possible. What is the reason that reactions of rupture or fusion of super-light particles have not yet been possible, not only to repeat, but even to record in nature? The reason is: this is why the thermonuclear reaction is so difficult that it is even figuratively called a hero with very short arms. In order to cause a thermonuclear reaction, the energy of an atomic bomb is needed, for the explosion of an atomic bomb, ordinary explosives are needed. In order to cause a reaction of fusion of quarks - the reaction of the explosion of a thermonuclear charge is not enough, its power is not enough for the reaction, that is why super-heavy quarks are not found in nature. There is no intermediate stage, a stage that separates and classifies reactions within atomic synthesis. In thermonuclear synthesis, there are stages one after another, which go in increasing terms of the released energy. A reaction that releases much more energy than a thermonuclear explosion, and which is extremely rare: this is an annihilation reaction. It occurs 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 stage between the reaction of synthesis 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 annihilation process occurs 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 should annihilate or explode like two separately safe chemical elements explode upon contact. Protons, neutrons, electrons, contacting positrons, antineutrons, antielectrons would turn into photons and other particles rushing in different directions. Their speed of expansion is colossal and exceeds the speed of light. Yes, during large-scale annihilation, particles go to superluminal speed, moving away from each other. Antimatter is difficult to obtain in a simple way, by accelerating particles in accelerators. The result obtained in this way will never justify the costs. And yet, an effective way to obtain antimatter on a solid scale was found experimentally. Its essence is that the probability of obtaining antimatter, like 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 made a revolution in science and society. But whose radiation, at 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 during the study of human abilities, his extraordinary abilities. We Hitlernators mastered extra-abilities earlier than other nations and peoples. 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 with your level of science and civilization, there are and have been created radiations exceeding the speed of light. Of the radioactive radiations Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Beta rays already move slightly faster than the speed of light, and with Gamma-AC radiation, the excess of the speed of light is almost one and a half times. On planet Earth, the radiation of the Klekon and Der waves has already been experimentally discovered, which exceed the speed of light by two times. True, so far they are generated in microdoses, without even suspecting the prospects. I will say more between the speed of radiation and its ability to penetrate matter, there is a direct immediate connection. The shorter the range of the wave, the higher the penetrating ability, the higher the speed of the radiation. Gamma rays are weakened by half just after passing a centimeter of lead. For Klekon and Der radiation, the penetrating ability is even higher. Radiation of the extra range, whether it is aura, teleportation, telekinesis, telepathy, cyberkinesis, tormokinesis, plasmakinesis, have the highest speed and all penetrating range. That is, it is in the so-called spiritual superstructure that the key to managing the worlds lies, 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 capable of being introduced and realized in the macroworld, transferring measurements between micro-fundamental particles to the real world, the so-called rolling of space. The new type of energy will provide a new weapon, emit Z-56 rays and crush the aggressor's armada into dust. Now I could explain in more detail the essence of the new energy and describe in detail how it arises, as well as the fusion effect, but we have already been given an ultimatum. These gorillas are thinking of scaring us, but even if we capitulate, they are unable to resist the temptation to plow the island and iron it with bombs and salvoes of heavy weapons. If there is no military action, then why did the Yankees assemble 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 the rest of his life, and whoever remains alive will envy the dead!
  At this phrase Friedrich's sleep was interrupted. He opened his eyes convulsively. Helga was standing in front of him, holding a bouquet of flowers in her hands, and in the toes of her bare, girlish foot was clutching a rose, with which she was gently tickling the boy's bare, pink heel.
  - Well, why don't you sleep? It's time for lunch!
  Friedrich jumped up and immediately sucked in his stomach... Well, he had eaten almost nothing for a week. He only drank vitamin-rich chocolate diluted with water. The boy looked at the sun and was surprised:
  - It's strange, I was lying there for about five hours, but it seems much less. I didn't even have time to listen to the most interesting lecture about the new weapon!
  Helga giggled:
  - About new weapons? When great warriors fight, the oldest technology allows them to defeat everyone. But first, eat some fish soup. A couple of girls, your fans, cooked it especially for you. Eat it and new strength will come.
  Friedrich happily began to eat the fish soup, which seemed to him the most delicious dish on planet Earth. The boy emptied the pot and felt a heaviness in his stomach. But despite this, he jumped up cheerfully and rushed to the car.
  - Well, Helga, let's fight some more!
  The girl answered playfully:
  - Yes, indeed!
  And here is the trusty steed Me-362, together with its inseparable companion Focken-Wulf-4, again tormenting the atmosphere with its propellers. And what is war like in war? Friedrich asked Helga:
  - What is your favorite activity, besides fighting?
  The girl giggled softly and replied:
  - It's hard to even say! Although you know. I was into wood carving. Such beautiful patterns came out... And I also tried to write fantasy stories. Only when I wrote a couple, everyone started laughing at me. And I felt so ashamed that I stopped writing them. Do you know how unpleasant it is when people laugh at you!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - Yes, I understand! Even though I am at the height of my glory now! But if I die, I will almost...
  Helga interrupted:
  - No! Believe me, they won't forget! I think they'll name an air force after you, or one of the conquered eastern cities. Or maybe a street in Berlin!
  Friedrich laughed:
  - You've consoled me!
  Helga added quite seriously:
  - Maybe they'll even approve an order in aviation with your portrait. Firstly, you have such a nice face, and secondly, your result, already more than twenty thousand five hundred enemy aircraft, is unlikely to be surpassed by anyone!
  Friedrich also objected quite seriously:
  - No, they can surpass them 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! And what can I do with that!
  The conversation was interrupted, a small squadron of enemy fighters flew ahead, and then it was necessary to seriously take up the guns.
  Despite the extreme fatigue and exhaustion of the Hitlerite army, the victory at Krasnogvardeyskoye inspired the Fritzes and the multi-tribal pack to new exploits.
  The fascists did not dare to attack Moscow, and launched an offensive on the city of Pavlovsky Posad, located to the east, and the fortified areas adjacent to it.
  Soviet soldiers, and it could not have been otherwise, fought bravely, but by evening the corridor between the German wedges had narrowed so much that it was already being shot through.
  Friedrich and Helga had to take on the tanks again, which were trying to counterattack and plug the gap. And here they showed themselves and excellently. The young man managed to exceed the five hundred mark in tanks! And this is generally an ultra-class achievement!
  Friedrich really felt joy that he was so cool! That he was the best warrior of all times and nations, which meant he was a class of classes! And how did he feel being taller and cooler than everyone else! Friedrich was a Wolf, which meant he was a wolf!
  It was already dark, but the battle was still not dying down. German columns from the north, where the hordes of the famous Rommel were breaking through, and from the south, where Meinstein was, besieged the city of Pavlovsky Posad. Already at midnight, Gotha's tanks, and first of all several "Ferdinand"-4, broke into the outskirts of this village... But they were forced to stop. Then Gotha gave the order to bypass the most stubborn defense nodes. At two o'clock in the morning, east of Pavlovsky Posad, units of the second SS corps and the first tank corps, also from the USSR, went out to meet each other. Thus, 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 steed was rushing to the heights, 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 transformed into an impregnable fortress, but were advancing towards the east. In Pavlovsky Posad, fighting was still raging, the fascist commanders quite reasonably refused to use tanks within the city limits, throwing Romanians, Italians, Arabs, Indians and other foreign units into the assault.
  Friedrich took part in two or three small air skirmishes, and easily cut down about a dozen aircraft. The other targets were ground: guns, howitzers, mortars, Katyushas and, if lucky, tanks.
  The latter, however, did not meet often. It seemed that the councils had run out of steam. By midday, when the steaminess of October had become unbearable, a brief lull set in and Friedrich, or as he was officially called Friedrich 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 made the boy happy.
  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, wolf boy, we defeated the Russians!
  Friedrich in this case did not share the optimism at all:
  - So far this is only an intermediate success and struggle... The battles and fights are only gaining momentum. But the beginning is, in fact, successful...
  The building chosen for the award ceremony was the regional committee of the All-Union Communist Party. The huge parking lot was filled with luxury cars, mostly American-made.
  Indeed, puppet generals from the US Army, the British Empire, and 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... But this also surprised Friedrich, Margaret was not with him. It"s strange, maybe this outstanding, unique woman, being pregnant, does not want to endanger her child and the child she got from the ace... After all, war is not a joke!
  Or maybe she doesn't want to communicate with Hitler's new favorite in front of her husband? Here, in general, everything is possible and it is almost impossible to read what is on the mind of a woman as beautiful as Aphrodite and as cunning as Hera...
  However, Friedrich is even glad about this. It was not enough to expose himself and her to the risk of revealing his emotions in the presence of the Fuhrer, with an involuntary gesture, or an ill-considered word. After all, cuckolded husbands, especially in the person of the ruler of half the world, are very dangerous. Even for such a tough guy as He - soldier number one of the Third Reich!
  Most of those who came to the awards ceremony were pilots - Goering himself was an ace, an ardent admirer of General Dua's theory - aviation is the god of wars, of course, he singled out the air forces first and foremost. But there were also tankers, among them the famous Wittmann. And the awards ceremony began with knight's crosses.
  When Helga was called, the girl literally jumped like a horse, clicking her heels. She was awarded a knight's cross and a special fighter and tank badge... On top of that, Fuhrer Adolf himself presented the girl with a personalized sabre with diamonds, as the best woman who distinguished herself as a result of the fighting in the Battle of Moscow.
  Wittman received the cross with oak leaves, swords and diamonds, the Knight's Star with golden oak leaves, swords and diamonds was also awarded to "little" Huffman. The American ace in his unfailing cowboy shirt also received the award.
  Friedrich was awarded last... It was quite logical, since he was the best of the best. The high award, the Great Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, with 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 the five hundred even had tiny diamonds.
  Hitler shook Friedrich's hand for a long time and said something enthusiastically... The boy was devouring the famous cross with his eyes. Diamonds decorated the platinum oak leaves and the hilts of the swords. The figure flashed in his memory that even ordinary knight's crosses with diamonds, such orders were awarded only twenty-seven during the entire war. Well, and at this point even less... A higher degree of the award, the Knight's Cross, where the silver leaves are replaced by gold, has not yet been established.
  However, the awards did not stop there. Hitler announced that Friedrich had been awarded the title of Major-Field Marshal of the Air Force and SS Guard, with the presentation of a personal weapon and a bonus of one million five hundred thousand marks (the cost of fifteen of the newest "Panthers").
  The signature weapon was the same as the saber given to Helga, made of Damascus steel, with a handle beautifully decorated with diamonds and emeralds.
  Friedrich could not resist the temptation and swung the weapon worthy of a sultan several times. The handle was comfortable, and the saber was perfectly balanced, and seemed light for a strong boy's hand.
  Next came the American General Mankurt, who went down in history as the author of the popular expression: my country may be wrong, but it is my country!
  In addition, this commander became famous for his monstrous cruelty, including towards prisoners of war.
  Mankurt said sternly:
  - Russian barbarians have captured a lot of land, creating one huge barracks, where eternal chaos reigns. How long will their terrorist regime torment a sixth part of humanity? The peoples of Russia are waiting for liberation and the arrival of the army of free Europe and the USA on their land. And therefore America will make every effort to defeat the USSR. The flow of our equipment and volunteers from all over the world will increase and grow! (stormy applause). All countries of the world have united against the Bolshevik infection. The Lord God and the heavenly army are with us. Forward to victory!
  The Englishman followed him and after that, the Fuhrer interrupted the official part of the ceremony, announcing the beginning of the ball. Immediately, many girls and women appeared ready to pair with the famous heroes.
  Friedrich wanted to choose Helga as his partner, but she unexpectedly refused, saying that custom did not dictate dancing with partners, or partners in combat weapons. Well, the boy chose another lady, especially since all the women here were beautiful - apparently they were specially selected. Friedrich smiled and danced easily, but the boy's thoughts were elsewhere.
  Here he received a high order and is already a major field marshal... His career is on the rise, and in terms of the number of downed planes and destroyed tanks, he has no equal in the world! Everything seems to be fine, but for some reason my soul is torn... But if we take famous figures, for example, Robert Artrua, a prince of the blood from the royal branch of the Capetians. He fought against his homeland France and did not suffer at all, although he had the blood of his compatriots on his hands.
  And hundreds of thousands of Russians are fighting on the side of the fascists. Even Grand Duke Kirill Romanov officially declared his support for the eastern campaign and the liberation of the fatherland from the Bolsheviks. Even the Romanovs are for the Nazis and the Western countries that stand behind them.
  Well, if the famous princes, and the Third Reich and against Stalin, then why should Friedrich suffer. Moreover, it is possible that it is not his ancestors who live in the USSR. 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, and the Soviets lost the Battle of Moscow... And what does this mean? And the fact is that, firstly, in a world that has changed significantly, the probability that his parents (who were born in different cities, by the way) will meet and start a family drops sharply. And after all, his mom and dad were not born in 1947... So the probability of meeting two grandfathers and two grandmothers will be even less!
  Plus, each child is unique and highly individual in terms of his or her set of genes. This means that if the moment of conception changes by even an hour, or even ten minutes, it will no longer be him or her... Not Friedrich with a unique personality and set of genes, but a completely different, perhaps even outwardly dissimilar boy.
  That is, the intervention of a time traveler into the past, logically, 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 possibly his parents and others.
  But since the young ace is alive, strong, and healthy like no one else on this unfortunate planet, then maybe this past is not his world at all! Maybe it is not even his universe, some parallel universe, and even with a time lag. That is, he, Friedrich, is not killing his ancestors, not his own compatriots, but alien individuals who have only a general resemblance to the abstract past of the boy-terminator.
  Which means he is not a traitor, in fact, but just a man, like the time travelers from various science fiction series, who uses the knowledge of the present in the past, and is also endowed by providence with incredible power. Well, and if he is destined to have superpowers, then it would be a sin not to use them! Well, since fate, the heavenly right hand itself, sent him first to the Hitler Youth, then to the Third Reich, then he must make every effort to make a career. It is good to be a major field marshal at fourteen, a boyish age, but at twenty a full-fledged general, or even a field marshal, is better. And who knows, maybe the Third Reich will finally digest America, and then his son will become the first World Dictator!
  Then suddenly the person the young man least expected to see appeared: Eugenia Porsche... Tall, beautiful, strong, even a bit 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 wore very expensive ones, with diamonds, but at the same time transparent and not hiding the charms of graceful, although not small legs.
  Because of the high heels, the already tall girl seemed almost like a giantess. Friedrich himself, an ordinary and even smaller teenager for his age, was shorter than her, by about twenty-three, twenty-five centimeters, and taking into account the heels, even more...
  Friedrich was even embarrassed, what if he never grew up bigger than this six-pound girl (who did her father Porsche take after, he was not a giant, although it is not known what her mother was like, and who climbed under her skirt!), and would always tower over him. Yes, it would be better if she walked barefoot, like last time...
  Evgenia, however, looked at the young ace with admiration, and, stretching out her hands, kissed him on the lips:
  - My knight! Light not of this earth!
  Friedrich was embarrassed:
  - Yes, I....
  Evgenia interrupted:
  - No need for words! You deserve praise. And not only as a pilot... - The magnate's daughter shook her hair. - Just think, you have a fantastic gift as an engineer and designer. To propose such ideas... A genius! Higher than Leonardo Davinci.
  Friedrich teased:
  - Well, yes! I agree, this artist has never won a single war. Although his masterpieces have conquered the whole world!
  They started dancing. Evgenia was just as beautiful, a figure skater, but she looked too big for Volka... And the perfume smelled intoxicating... The boy, looking at the neckline of her luxurious chest, felt a completely natural desire for a physically strong and developed teenager. Especially since Helga demonstratively pretended not to notice anything. However, the young generation of Germans was taught that it is indecent for a woman to feel and especially 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, if he has better physical data than her husband. Evgenia, however, asked the boy quite seriously:
  - Where did you study that you know the principles of controlling tanks and self-propelled guns so well, inventing such Know-How?
  Friedrich could not and did not want to tell the truth, especially to a girl he barely knew, even if her father was a magnate who was one of the top ten richest people in the Third Reich and a favorite of Hitler and Goering. He answered evasively:
  - Childhood hobbies play a role here... Various scientific literature, the desire to invent! It is not necessary to sit at a desk to create something useful...
  Evgenia nodded:
  - Yes, I am also keen on sports, and at the same time I gnaw, or even chew, the granite of science... Nevertheless, does Mrs. Porshne look like an office rat?
  Friedrich, baring his wolfish teeth, confirmed:
  - You don't look like a rat at all, and not just an office rat! Most likely, even you can be compared to...
  Evgenia warned:
  - Just don't compare me to a cow! That's a pretty nasty hint!
  Friedrich philosophically remarked:
  - Whoever bullies without reason gets the rank of goat! So... We have a stupid bazaar.
  - Is bazaar slang? - Evgenia guessed. - In general, German speech seems to be correct, but somehow... Too correct, precisely placed stresses, clear words, tension of speech... And there is no accent, but you feel something not quite native in this correctness...
  Friedrich did not show that he was worried:
  - So what? Maybe you suspect that I'm a Soviet spy, and that the Russians sacrificed twenty thousand, along with the Americans, and half a thousand of their countless planes, to introduce me to the top of the Third Reich?
  Evgenia shook her head:
  - No, I don't think so! It was too much, even for Russians. Although there is a well-known saying: you can't understand Russia with your mind. But I think something else, maybe you are, how can I say... A product of SS genetic engineering. A kind of man of the future? 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 as a warrior... That's true...
  Instead of answering, Friedrich inclined his head to his tall girlfriend and kissed her lush lips passionately. Then he said:
  - Don't bother your pretty head. If you're afraid that I'll give you defective children, then believe me, it's not so! In general, maybe we should change the subject.
  Evgenia agreed:
  - Yes, it would be better to change it! Let's talk about tanks... In particular, the main operational headquarters headed by Guderian issued a competitive task: two types of tanks... Like a medium "Imperial Panther" with an 88-millimeter El 100 gun or shorter, but armor-piercing, and frontal sloping armor of at least 250 millimeters, and a heavy "King Tiger" with a 105-millimeter El 100 gun, with frontal armor of at least 300... Moreover, the weight of the first tank is no more than fifty tons, and the second 65.
  Friedrich snorted contemptuously, like a lion in front of a gopher:
  - Isn't something like this realistic? Especially considering that you have much easier access to scarce materials, and Allied bombers are not devastating the lands of the Third Reich!
  Evgenia answered with a sigh:
  - In principle, it is possible, but we did not have time, or rather we are not able to make a prototype in metal in the required time. You somehow gave us your brilliant Know-How too late. And Hitler wants the newest tanks to begin to enter service with the armies of the Third Reich this year.
  The young ace was surprised:
  - Why does it take so long to make a prototype?
  The girl nodded:
  - Not a little, especially if the model is fundamentally new... Here's how they say: if you speed, you'll end up in a ravine!
  Friedrich thought: of course there are problems here... For example, Soviet designers struggled 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 with experience of battles in World War II. In addition, it was not a fundamentally new model, but only a further evolution of the T-34. For example, the T-44 turned out to be not entirely successful and was practically not used in combat... So you shouldn't expect any special miracles.
  The Tiger tank, given the Germans' lack of experience in creating vehicles of this type (unless, of course, you count the chassis, for example, the 150-ton Colossal created during the First World War).
  Friedrich noted:
  - It is necessary to design on the basis of the already created "Panther"-5, or AG. Its chassis allows to carry not only a gun of 88 mm caliber, but even 128, or a howitzer of 150...
  Evgenia giggled:
  - But that's exactly what we're doing! However, Porsche already has its own "Royal Tiger", though with 88-millimeter guns. But maybe this one will do as an intermediate model. The initial task of 250-millimeter armor has been fulfilled, although the weight is quite large - 63 tons. But the turret has a very large angle of rational armor slope, elegant and streamlined... Maybe we'll manage to win the 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, crushing any defense. After all, for a breakthrough vehicle, it is very important to have good side protection, which, unfortunately, the "Panther" could not boast of for a long time.
  Friedrich noted:
  - Maybe we shouldn't touch on the topic of tanks for now... Or rather, let's finish discussing it. Are we old professors or a young guy and girl?
  Evgenia agreed:
  - You're right as always, let's chat about something more secular. For example, about the British royal house.
  Friedrich winced:
  - What a topic! The time will come when nothing will remain of the Windsors. Or do you think that, having captured Moscow, our tanks won't be able to wipe London, which has already been captured, into dust?
  Evgenia flashed her teeth:
  - Well, of course they can!
  After the ball, there was a sumptuous dinner with the most luxurious dishes, but without strong alcoholic drinks. Nothing stronger than six degrees. Well, and then Friedrich and Eugenia, as befits a guy and a girl, retired to a separate room.
  Although it is generally accepted that tall blondes are not distinguished by temperament, Evgenia proved the opposite very convincingly for several hours. Well, and Friedrich, of course, did not lose face either. So they fell asleep, tightly hugging.
  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 rough walls, his fingers and toes clinging to the smallest crack or dent. The boy entered the palace, where a fierce battle began...
  The young ninja, as usual, chopped, stabbed, cut off the heads of enemies... The dream was too chaotic, too much blood, chopping, and little sense. Plus there were barefoot girls jumping everywhere with swords... In short...
  He managed to sleep for no more than three or four hours... Friedrich was awakened by a messenger girl who said:
  - 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, they called him for a reason... General of the Army Rokossovsky received an order from Stalin, without waiting for the full concentration of forces, to deliver a cutting blow to Rommel's army group. In this case, the calculation was based on the fact that the Germans had not yet managed to deploy their troops for an attack on Voronezh. So there was a chance to perform a low kick on the extended flank of German troops exhausted by previous battles.
  Friedrich was forced to board a Focken-Wulf, and not an assault modification, but a regular 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 effective in fighting tanks. True, he still had ten bomblets in the fuselage...
  The sky was also hot, Soviet attack aircraft and Yak-9 fighters appeared. The latter machines, however, due to weak protection and survivability, were vulnerable even at a long distance to 20-mm cannons. Friedrich first gave the fighters a good slap on the horns, which, of course, outpaced the slower Ils. Four aircraft cannons, that's power... The first two dozen Yaks scattered, even without any clever approaches to the tail.
  Friedrich did not spin or maneuver, he simply slightly shifted his aircraft guns and vibrated the body of his massive machine.
  Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven... Without missing, at the impudent Yaks, which, despite suffering losses, nevertheless do not turn, but even try to pick up speed... Friedrich was even somewhat surprised at why, in Soviet military literature, this glorious Focken-Wulf machine was so belittled. Yes, it makes a full turn in 22 seconds against 19, for the Yaks (and in the lightweight modification, the Yak can do it even in 17 seconds!). But Friedrich does not need to maneuver, he simply reduces speed, flies towards them. In one second, it is really possible to shoot down seven or eight machines.
  Time for Friedrich in a state of combat trance flowed terribly slowly, and he managed to think and unload his ammunition. In principle, it is accepted to believe that even one most skilled ace, including even such phenomena as Rudel, is not able to seriously influence the course of the war. In real history, six of the best German aces destroyed an entire air force, 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 superhuman is fraught with danger... Sixty-one fighters were shot down in less than one minute. The wings simply fell off, or the armored glass of the cockpits was broken. The latter is even worse, since the pilot cannot be saved in this case. And there are already few experienced aces left in the Red Army.
  Among the downed machines, four belonged to the guardsmen who had shot down more than five planes... Only again it didn"t help, because Volka knew where to hit and how... Like a hunter shooting down a flock of geese with a machine gun. That"s right, a flock, with 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 the pilots are stitched up, they fly straight for some time. But some lose their wings...
  Friedrich remembered here the films about sharp-shooting American cowboys, and the famous film starring DiCaprio - "The Fast and the Dead!" But in those days, the US cowboys did not know automatic machine guns and rapid-fire aircraft cannons. Otherwise, they would have understood what a monstrous weapon it was in terms of destructive power.
  The Yaks in the nearest review ended and Friedrich switched to Ilys. Here it is best to attack them from above, or from the rear hemisphere. Moreover, it would be optimal, too, not to reduce the distance.
  Another way is to shoot off the more fragile wings, you can"t hang armor on them.
  The Il-2 is nicknamed the hunchback. After a second seat was installed in it, for the gunner protecting the rear hemisphere, it became more difficult for a novice to shoot down such a machine, but then... Of course, the aerodynamics of this aircraft worsened. And that means it will be even easier with them...
  It would be more logical for the Ilams to fly off in different directions, but the system... In short, the legendary stormtroopers began to be beaten. However, the nimble "Salamanders"-3 arrived. They also took on the Ilams...
  Friedrich even thought that they could have gotten ahead of him, meeting the Yaks before they even got there... Although who knows... Luftwaffe pilots are not brave Russian warriors, and usually do not enter battle outnumbered, but perhaps except in cases where there is too serious a threat to the ground forces.
  Friedrich, however, also has no problems... Shoot from cannons into the rear armored hemisphere, or beat up the wings - the result is the same. And how these machines then fall down, even leaving a trace in the air... Like stripes on the back of a beaten slave.
  Friedrich shot down thirty-seven Il's and grabbed two Peshkas. Another hundred, although the previous record of one hundred and one was not broken. The enemy simply had no planes left. Now they just had to drop their bombs and they would return.
  The Soviet tanks now went on the attack, without air support, much less artillery. Attack aircraft and bombers fell upon them. Fortunately for the Soviet tank crews, they could use the running qualities of the vehicles. But the number of aircraft of all types was growing.
  Friedrich dropped all his bombs and turned back to the airfield. However, he managed to see Rudel's Focken-Wulf-4, the famous tank destroyer.
  The young ace returned to his "home" airfield, where the Me-362 "Pegasus Terminator" was waiting for him.
  Friedrich, having landed the Focken-Wulf, shouted to the pilot next to him:
  - Anyone who has the audacity to claim that the F -490 is a bad fighter is lying. There are no bad planes, only lousy pilots.
  The next sortie was limited exclusively to fighting tanks. The Germans had not yet managed to bring out a powerful armored fist to meet them, and they attacked with planes.
  The valiant Soviet tank crews had already crossed the jagged front line and attacked an 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 inhumanely, and grenades even more so.
  But the attack of the Soviet units was also running out of steam. The fascist stormtroopers in particular used numerous small bombs with cumulative charges, an idea copied from Soviet designers, but with a more skillful implementation. But the Soviet tank crews did not receive an order to hang a net from above.
  And Friedrich simply pounded the roofs with aircraft cannons. That's the simplest tactic. Break through the turret hatch and you're victorious. And how many machines can be knocked down like that if you fire from a horizontal plane...
  But speed doesn"t save a tank if a fighter strikes intuitively, without aiming, on a whim...
  It's like a tank simulator, only you have god mode, and every shot is accurate, and you shoot very often...
  The number of destroyed tanks has exceeded fifty, so Rudel is resting... But then I had to get distracted. "Ushki" appeared from the side. Six of them were shot down, and let the rest destroy the "Salamanders". In general, sending these corn-planters into battle during the day is pure suicide.
  Tanks are more important...
  Return... Flight on Focken-Wulf-4, and Helga next to it.
  The girl asked him:
  - Well, did you like Evgenia?
  Friedrich snorted contemptuously into the radio:
  - Why are you jealous?
  The girl giggled:
  - Of course not! We are free, and not married. I just wonder who is better in bed, me or her!
  Friedrich replied with fervor:
  - Of course, you! You're not that big, and much more agile!
  Helga laughed merrily:
  - I didn't expect anything else from you! But of course you're the best... Ugh, she's a design rat, and one of the very few women awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross!
  Friedrich noted:
  - I think oak leaves are just around the corner for you!
  The fight showed that the boy was probably right. Helga confidently pounded the tanks. Apparently she wanted to prove that a warrior could be tougher than a warrior. Although, of course, she couldn't compare to Friedrich.
  Soon large tank columns of German and American vehicles appeared. Especially the nimble and playful American tank destroyers "Witches"-3. This was serious, especially since the Soviet vehicles had already been mostly destroyed by air strikes. The "Panther"-5 also turned out to be a problem... Its long-barreled rapid-fire gun and impenetrable frontal armor... It seemed that the Soviet tank crews were losing their nerve. Some, not listening to their commanders, turned back, trying to escape from this technotronic hell.
  And again return and take-off, attack on tanks...
  It was already past midday, evening was falling... The Red Army's counterattack had run out of steam. He and Helga were redirected to the support direction of the German army group moving toward Ryazan. At the same time, they were trying to squeeze Vatutin's soldiers in the cauldron...
  The Germans are still advancing slowly to the east. Here they are hampered by both the steadfastness of the Soviet troops and the defensive lines of the Steppe Front, even if they are not as dense as on the approaches to Moscow.
  However, the Nazi troops received more room to 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:
  - Aren't you tired, girl of my dreams?
  The blonde warrior replied:
  - A joyful mood drives away fatigue, better than the whipping of cows! Although fatigue, instead of milk, emits bloody pus!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - You can't argue with the truth here!
  At night, the young man continued to fly, despite the fact that clouds had gathered in the sky and it was pouring rain. According to German military doctrine, aviation was used to suppress defenses on the front line... And unlike in 1941, the Luftwaffe had more than enough planes, thanks entirely to the help of Pindostan.
  Friedrich now attacked the pillboxes, and even smaller targets... The battle did not subside at night, and the Soviet troops launched counterattacks. Although small and rather chaotic, they were no less valiant...
  At night, if you don't count the U-2 squadron, we didn't encounter any air targets. And we bombed the bunkers... Lightly.
  By the morning of October 15, 1947, the battle for the town and the railway junction Elektrostal had broken out. It was very hot there and, most importantly, Friedrich was joined by his inseparable friend Helga.
  - Well, great knight, are we pressing on the enemies?
  Friedrich answered cheerfully:
  - The homeless people are pressing at the beer stand, and we are winning. And how we are winning...
  The town of Elektrostal itself was fairly fortified. In addition to army units, two fresh NKVD divisions also participated in its defense. Although they were not such an elite military guard as the SS, they were armed with artillery and light tanks.
  The Nazis, in turn, tried to create their own cauldron... To bypass the citadel, to encircle it with pincers...
  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! Prepare the sleigh in the summer!
  Friedrich agreed:
  - And not only in the summer! We will use heavy tanks and air strikes.
  The boy thought that they were back in Meinstein's army, but in the West the popular Rommel was more famous. Since during the battle the young man acted more in a trance, led by a hellish spirit, then why shouldn't he remember the glorious deeds of this commander. Moreover, it is much more pleasant to remember the beaten English than the defeated Russians!
  Rommel, having reached the Marrett Line, realized that he had found himself in the Napoleonic "central position" between two enemy armies and could now, by delivering 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 his achievements. Only he did not hold on to them. Hitler in this regard is even worse.... But in principle it is possible to compare the Fuhrer with Napoleon!
  The talented commander Rommel also realized something else: the Americans and French had advanced far east into central Tunisia and were holding the Eastern Dorsal Passes at Fondouk, Faida and Gafsa, covering the Western Dorsal Passes 60-70 miles to the west.
  It seemed that if the Italo-German forces captured Faid and Gafsa and then moved west past Feriana and Kasserine, they could reach the huge American supply base and headquarters at Tebessa. At Tebessa, the Italo-German forces were far to the west of the Allied lines in Tunisia and practically on their very lines of communication. If Rommel had then turned his tanks and sent them north toward the sea, a hundred miles away, the Germans could have cut off the entire Allied army in Tunisia or forced it back into Algeria.
  Friedrich's thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of two Luggs that had burst out from behind the clouds... They're gone... And then well-aimed shots at the guns... Only he can shoot like that... Four more Yaks... and there are even more of them... And now fire at the Katyusha... So that the shrapnel flies in all directions... Another rocket launcher... And Helga is trying from the side. She shouts at him:
  - Hero, come on, hit it harder!
  . CHAPTER #20.
  The mission of Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova in the parallel world is not over yet.
  The Germans were advancing towards the city of Gorky. They had completely surrounded it. The boy and girl were defending this large city.
  Completely surrounded, Moscow was also suffocating. The Nazis had already broken through to the Kremlin in some places. The situation of the USSR capital was practically hopeless. The shells of the Moscow garrison were running out. And with the fall of the capital, it would have been a different war.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova fought for the city on the Volga.
  The boy and girl, as always, are in a fighting mood.
  They fire and sing:
  Pioneers never give up,
  They are not afraid of torture...
  Like eagles they fight,
  Sending the Fritzes to Hell!
  
  There are many heroes among them,
  Lots of crazy guys...
  If necessary, march in formation -
  Loading the machine gun!
  And so a boy who looked about twelve years old, but in fact a seasoned veteran who was already many years old, Oleg Rybachenko, fired a burst, mowing down the fascists.
  And then he throws a grenade at the enemy with his bare foot.
  And scatter the Fritzes in all directions.
  After which the boy will sing:
  - I am a Russian warrior, savages on their knees,
  I will sweep the enemies of Russia off the face of the earth!
  Margarita, this girl-hero, will also throw a lethal gift of death with her bare foot. She will knock out a lot of Nazis, and chirp:
  - For great Rus'!
  And again he burst out laughing.
  The boy and girl fight heroically. Although the war is almost lost. The Germans have already besieged Orenburg and have pressed the Red Army wherever they could.
  More precisely, Orenburg has long been taken. Only one castle there still holds out. The Nazis have already surrounded Ufa.
  Moreover, their troops are already approaching Kazan from the south. The situation is more than critical.
  The situation is further aggravated by the fact that samurai are coming from the east and have already joined forces with the Germans in Central Asia.
  But the brave children who have been time-traveled fight. They believe in their victory. Or at least are ready to die with their heads held high. However, how is this death? They are immortal!
  And they remain children for many years. And somewhere there are other worlds and missions.
  Oleg fires another shot. Then he throws a grenade with his bare toes and sings:
  - Stalin will be with us forever!
  Margarita mowed down the Fritzes and squeaked:
  - God forbid! This cannibal comes to us!
  And the girl angrily threw a grenade with her bare foot.
  Oleg Rybachenko quite logically noted:
  - We are all cannibals to some extent!
  And the boy threw the gift of death with his bare toes.
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - To some extent, yes!
  And she also launched a lethal projectile with her bare foot, causing two German vehicles to collide together.
  Oleg Rybachenko was firing and thinking that the USSR's position was probably hopeless and there was no particular point in waging war. That's why they were killing people for no reason.
  The boy threw two grenades with his bare foot. He hit the tracks, German tanks of the "E" series, collided together.
  The child terminator sang:
  - When the time comes,
  We will fight bravely!
  The fighters get up in the morning -
  And fight valiantly!
  The boy was, in fact, ready to destroy any army in a couple of minutes.
  Margarita also threw her barefoot gift to death and squeaked:
  - For Great Rus'!
  Children are such brave warriors that no one will go against them. They are such cool fighters.
  The boy and the girl are as always in wild excitement. And with them is courage, honor and bravery. They fight against the fascists 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:
  -We will be the champions of the planet,
  We are the giants of higher education!
  And the girl again launched the gift of death with her bare, sharpened foot. And she crushed the enemy.
  This girl is so cool, you won't be able to use anything against her.
  Because there is no counter to a crowbar. Although, it is not a crowbar, but something even more lethal and cool.
  Oleg Rybachenko, firing, wheezed:
  - I'm not a boy, I'm a superboy and I'll be taller than everyone in the world!
  And again, as if a destructive clot of explosives were thrown by a bare foot. And again, two German tanks collide together.
  The young warrior is in a very combative mood. But he feels that he can't beat the butt of a whip here. Although there are no hopeless situations, as well as invincible opponents.
  The boy remembered how he came up with ditties for the presidential elections in Belarus:
  It's not interesting to listen to nonsense for the sixth time,
  And I don"t understand how much I should trust "father"!
  Lukashenko promised to build paradise -
  But instead of light, we go into darkness!
  Yes, it was a challenge to the system and the cult of personality. Indeed, why should a European country tolerate a dictator, as in the Middle Ages?
  And Stalin is also a dictator and in this universe he gradually unleashes a war to defeat...
  The child heroes fought for three more days. Meanwhile, the Nazis surrounded Kazan and took Ufa.
  The battles were already taking place in the Kremlin itself. Four witch girls fought the Nazis using swords and thin discs for throwing, barefoot.
  The Kremlin was heavily damaged by shelling from Sturmlions, Sturmtigers, bombings and huge cannons.
  Stalin himself, of course, is still in Sverdlovsk. And the situation of the USSR looks practically hopeless. But for now the Red Banner is still waving over the capital of Russia, which means not all is lost!
  People believe that a turning point is about to come!
  Natasha cuts the Arab in half. Throws the disc with her bare foot and squeaks:
  - Glory to the immortal Fatherland! Hitler will not break us!
  Zoya also chopped the fascist with two sabers and chirped:
  - No, you can"t break us!
  After which her bare foot threw the deadly disc at the Nazis.
  And a pair of black fighters fell from the destroyed Kremlin wall.
  Then Aurora fired. She shot rarely, but accurately. And then she used her sabres. And from her bare toes flew stars and sharp thin swastikas.
  And here Svetlana will throw a sharp disk with her bare foot and rip the Fritz. After which she will sing:
  - Kolovrat, Evpatiy Kolovrat - defender of the Fatherland, soldier of Perun!
  Kolovrat! Evpatiy Kolovrat! He is gathering the heroes of Rus' to the alarm!
  Here the whole four are fighting. Almost all of Moscow has already been taken, ammunition is running out. And Russian boys and girls are dying. But they are not surrendering. Although how long has the siege been going on?
  The girls on the Kremlin wall are fighting. Like strongwomen. And despite it being December, they are barefoot and wearing only bikinis. But they don't feel the cold. On the contrary, their energy only increases.
  And from bare toes sharp, very flat disks fly off. Which tear apart foreign troops of the Wehrmacht.
  The warriors fight like warriors. And with a minimum of clothing. Such beauties are not embarrassed by either the huge tanks of the E and AG series or other terrible inventions of the Nazis.
  No girl is what can defeat any form of fascism. Even one as perfect as in this world.
  Natasha slashed with her sword, threw a disk with her bare foot, cutting down the Nazis and sang:
  - How good it is to live in the Soviet country,
  And how wonderful it would be to crush the Wehrmacht!
  Zoya, having run the mill with her sabres, remarked:
  - The Wehrmacht has become too strong! Now we are defending the Kremlin!
  And the girl threw a star with her bare toes, striking the Fritzes.
  After which she sang:
  - This is a wild hunt for enemies!
  And then there's Aurora in battle. What a red-haired and tough girl. Her copper-red hair flutters in the winter wind like a battle flag. No, such a girl won't bend before anyone.
  And from the throw of her bare foot, a sharp disc flies, cutting through flesh and blood.
  He cuts the bodies of his opponents. And Aurora screams:
  - I'm a super class girl!
  How does Svetlana look in battle?
  This blonde terminator is simply a devilish fire and a tornado of annihilation.
  And also from her bare foot a deadly surprise flies. And the girl is in full swing in a fight.
  The entire four are in battle. And she should neither retreat nor surrender.
  These four witches are just super! A real quartet of destruction of everything and everyone!
  The warriors hold the defense area. But the Kremlin is big and it can't hold out everywhere. The forces are too unequal.
  Natasha noted with annoyance:
  - We kill, we don"t win!
  And the girl again threw a deadly charge with her bare foot.
  Zoya logically noted, chopping down the enemy:
  - You can't win everything... Unless it's in a computer game!
  And the girl with golden hair threw the death disk again.
  Aurora, cutting her 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 up Nazis fall.
  And then Svetlana in battle. She cuts the fascists with her throws. And she acts extremely, or even infinitely dexterously. Her bare feet are so nimble. And they demonstrate terrible destruction.
  And then the girl sings:
  - Glory to the Fatherland and new worlds!
  And again, a surprise of death flies from her bare foot.
  And here in the battle is Natasha again. And she cuts down the Fritzes, rushing like a comet. And she screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Glory to the greatest Fatherland!
  And her swords fly like a lawn mower.
  And the girl even starts singing:
  - Glory to Russia forever,
  Our dream will come true!
  And the girl kicked the sharp boomerang with her bare heel. And it spun and cut off a dozen black and dark heads.
  Of course, the girls weren't killing Germans, but the colonial units that were used against them. But that only made things better for the warriors.
  They are sparkling and lively.
  Natasha is chopping down enemies again. And she can throw something like that with her bare feet.
  And he will roar:
  - Stalin and glory!
  And then Zoya. Also as if she releases something murderous. And her bare toes spit out a message of death.
  And the warrior roared:
  - It"s not scary to die for a Motherland like ours!
  And here Aurora will also take and enter the battle. And she will also launch a boomerang with her bare feet. And she will remake the enemies.
  After which he sings:
  - For Soviet Rus'! Which will rule over the universe!
  And then in the fight Svetlana. Also a girl who can't be stopped or slowed down. Look how she fights. There is simply no escape from such a warrior!
  And with her bare feet she throws murderous packages. And she kills enemies without any pity.
  Although later he can pray for them to Yarilo. Or maybe to Perun. It is hard for sinners after death, the kingdom of Chernobog awaits them! But in its own way it is even interesting - wars are constantly going on! And so many battles! So maybe it is not worth mourning the fate of sinners too bitterly?
  Svetlana even began to laugh a little: you can't envy Christians - they will be deprived of many joys in eternity. Even what they had on planet Earth.
  Oh, unfortunate sinners! And even more unfortunate righteous people!
  And the girl again throws the gift of death with her chiseled, bare foot. After which she says:
  - The world will be ours! Glory to Russia!
  Natasha made a triple butterfly with her swords and chirped:
  - Let there be eternal glory to great Russia!
  And her bare feet as if throwing something murderous and unique. After which the girl's bare heel hit the black man in the forehead and knocked him off the wall, and five more Arabs.
  Next in the fight is Zoya. Nothing can stop her. She fights with Hitler's hordes. And she performs a triple mill. The fighters she cuts fall.
  After which the girl says:
  - Eternal Rus' will be with Svarog!
  And winks at his partners.
  Next in the battle, it was Aurora. She rushed like a panther. She cut everyone down. And with her bare feet she launched a gift of death. She cut down a mass of fascists and sang:
  - For the highest form of the Fatherland!
  And then in the battle, Svetlana. How she cuts down enemies. And she acts very dashingly.
  After which a gift of death flies from her bare foot. And cuts off the Nazis thoroughly, like a barber's razor.
  And the girl squeals:
  - My century and my truth! Glory to Great Russia!
  Yes, this foursome fights truly heroically. But four barefoot and almost naked beauties are not able to win the Second World War. And so Moscow fell.
  The girls fought their way out of the captured capital using both their swords and the cloak of invisibility.
  They are generally capable of a lot. Girls of the highest order, that you won't find them higher and more beautiful.
  And Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova left the captured city of Gorky.
  The fascists, alas, achieved success almost everywhere.
  The boy and the girl walked away, throwing needles with their bare feet as they went, exterminating the Fritzes.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - No, the keen eye will not fade,
  A falcon's, an eagle's gaze...
  The people's voice is loud -
  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 -
  Light the way for communism!
  Margarita threw a few needles with her bare toes and confirmed:
  - No, it won"t fade!
  And she fired a burst from her machine gun, mowing down two dozen fascists.
  These are the kind of kids they are. Tough, unwavering. Although, really, this is not that kind of war. And they have to run away.
  Moscow has fallen, the city of Gorky has fallen. The fascists are storming Kazan. This is already the last Soviet city on the Volga. The resistance is heroic, but there is an ever-increasing sense of hopelessness.
  The Nazis have developed more advanced pyramidal tanks from the AG series, which no Soviet weapon can penetrate. And this, it must be said, is very bad.
  Only when the bare feet of a boy and a girl throw grenades at the tracks do the German monsters collide. But what can just one pair do when almost the entire world has come out against the USSR!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare foot, slammed an AG-50 and AG-75 together, and then said:
  - If the fortress is on the way,
  The enemy has built...
  We need to go around from behind -
  Take her without firing a shot!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Deception in war is a big deal! Especially if the forces are unequal!
  Oleg Rybachenko noted:
  - And he 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 fight against virtually the entire world!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - It is quite possible! And to fight and win!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw needles with his bare toes. 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, but the forces were really too unequal.
  Kazan was being destroyed by all types of weapons. Stalin ordered to hold it until 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. And the Nazis were too superior in numbers and weapons.
  And their jet aircraft bomb all the cities and villages that the fascists have not yet managed to occupy.
  Before Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova reached Kazan, the city had fallen.
  Ufa was also taken. Thus, despite the harsh winter, the fascists moved towards Sverdlovsk.
  Stalin's headquarters were located there. And the samurai were climbing from the east. The Japanese are also strong.
  Their warriors are especially dangerous - the ninja girls. Despite the Siberian winter, they rush through the snow barefoot, and they themselves are in bathing suits. It is scary to even imagine such warriors. Although they are very beautiful.
  Here is one of them with blue hair, another with yellow, the third with red, the fourth with white.
  These are the most beautiful killers. They work with swords alone, and throw thin disks or chakras at the infantry. And against tanks they throw ninja explosives - they are only the size of a pea, but the heaviest Soviet tanks fly high into the air and tear them apart.
  Even the formidable IS-7 is no obstacle for the ninja girls. They are warriors of such a high order that even the guard is powerless against them.
  Here is a ninja girl with blue hair, she threw a pea with her bare toes and three Soviet tanks flew high into the air and exploded into pieces.
  And then a girl with yellow hair throws a pea with her bare foot. And again Soviet machines fly in different directions and are smashed into pancakes. Such warriors, to put it bluntly, are these - even the bravest knight will be timid before them.
  And here in the battle and the girl ninja with red hair. Also as if she threw a lethal pea with her bare feet. And from its impact, the armor of the huge IS-12 burst.
  This is a terminator girl.
  And then a ninja girl with white hair. She also takes it and with all her might slashes at the Red Army soldiers. She cuts them down and sings:
  - I'm not a pathetic bug, ninja, but not a turtle!
  And again, all four killer girls are in battle.
  The Red Army is losing the war on all fronts. But it still tries to fight.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova are trudging through the winter snow. They are poor children, barefoot. For immortal bodies, frost is not so terrible. These supermen cannot get sick or catch a cold, or freeze. But still, when you approach the Urals, frost is unpleasant, and bites the bare heels of children.
  Oleg sadly noted:
  - You don"t know what"s worse - cold and hunger, or the realization that your sacred Motherland is losing!
  Margarita quite logically noted:
  - For us, cold and hunger are nothing... But the fact that we lost to the fascists is actually bad!
  Oleg agreed with this:
  - It couldn't be worse! In general, why is it that in parallel universes the Third Reich usually succeeds more than in ours?
  Margarita made a logical assumption:
  - Because the fascists are very strong and organized. And we were lucky many times. Especially with Stalingrad!
  Oleg Rybachenko kicked a snowball with his bare foot and remarked:
  - We were very lucky with Stalingrad! The Fritzes themselves stupidly stepped into the trap!
  Margarita cooed:
  - Try not to get into trouble,
  To avoid getting confused and lost...
  We should probably collect a nickel for a penny,
  And more accurately, to be born again!
  The children attacked a fascist detachment on the way. They killed more than a hundred soldiers. They left one prisoner. Margarita forced the young man to kiss her red from the cold, very elastic soles. He did it obediently. And he reported that the Germans were already approaching Sverdlovsk and surrounding him.
  Oleg noted:
  - It"s strange, you and I are so fast, Margo, but we move like ordinary people or even slower!
  Margarita agreed:
  - We've been caught in a wave of defeat! Apparently, in this universe, everyone is against the USSR. Even nature and space!
  Oleg then suggested:
  - What if we just kill Hitler?
  Margarita shook her head:
  - The hyperwitch didn't give us such an order! So we'll do without any amateur activity. Besides, what will it give?
  Oleg Rybachenko answered confidently:
  - Quite a lot! Moreover, Fuhrer, he is the Fuhrer even in Africa!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Let's fight at the front for now, and then we'll see about Hitler! As they say - make haste slowly!
  Oleg sang:
  - Speed is good, don't break the chisel... Man is not a woodpecker, and hastily went crazy!
  The boy and the girl ran as fast as they could. And they managed to reach Sverdlovsk. And they began to defend the city that was being stormed by the fascists.
  The attacks followed one after another.
  The children were barefoot. Margarita was in a tunic, and Oleg Rybachenko was just a boy in shorts. But they fought like the most real and unbending heroes.
  Oleg threw the needle with his bare toes, pierced the Fritz in the throat and chirped:
  - We will not give up an inch of land!
  Margarita threw a grenade with her bare foot and squeaked:
  - Not a drop, not an inch, not a centimeter!
  A boy and a girl were fighting, in the frost. And there were other pioneers with them. And many were barefoot, despite the wild cold. And if the immortal kids are not afraid of the wild frost, in any case, it is not strong enough to harm, then for simple children it is quite dangerous.
  Here is one barefoot pioneer, whose fingers are blue from the cold, his teeth are frozen, and his jaw is swollen. The boy is in great pain. But despite this, he furiously takes a bunch of grenades and throws them under a Hitlerite tank, and he himself falls, pierced by a burst of machine gun fire.
  What a brave boy this is...
  Or a girl, whose bare feet are ablaze like scarlet poppies, pushes a mine under the tracks of German mastodons. She herself dies, screaming:
  - 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 are not so happy to be half-naked in the bitter cold. But they smile and sing, wanting to cheer up the guys:
  - Oh, frost, frost, don't freeze me,
  Don't freeze me! My horse! My horse!
  White-maned!
  The boys and girls, shaking their legs, red and blue from the bitter cold, sang:
  - Snow won't stop us! Frost won't defeat us! We, the pioneers, will bury the Fritzes! The fascists will be soundly beaten!
  Children fight well! But the forces are too unequal. Stalin fled from the encircled Sverdlovsk to Novosibirsk. However, the Japanese are already approaching this city from the east. They are not afraid even of the Siberian frost.
  Let the war come to an end.
  But the pioneers do not give up. And even in difficult times, the children sing bravely;
  We are pioneers, children of communism -
  A fire, a tent and a ringing horn!
  The invasion of the damned fascism -
  Which awaits a furious defeat!
  
  What did we lose in these battles?
  Or did you acquire it in battles with the enemy?
  We used to be just children of the world -
  And now warriors of the Native Land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  He brought down a waterfall of countless bombs!
  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, alas, small in stature!
  But the sword in the hands of a fragile teenager -
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush in avalanche after avalanche,
  And we share the rifle between three of us!
  Let the police aim meanly at your back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What have we decided? To do the work of peace -
  But for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  The calm is already disgusting.
  Sometimes violence can be a blessing!
  
  The girl and I run barefoot together.
  Even though it snowed, the snowdrift burns like coal!
  But they have no fear, children know -
  The fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin with a bullet!
  
  Here they laid down a company of vile Fritzes,
  And the rest of the cowards run away!
  We crush infantry like a scythe in battle -
  Our youth is no obstacle for us!
  
  Victory achievement, will be in May,
  There is a blizzard now, prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  The children met their prime in rags!
  
  Where do these forces come from in us?
  To endure both pain and cold, that need!
  When the comrade measured the bottom of the grave,
  When my friend moans, I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland was given to you by God!
  This is the first of all faith,
  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 the hopelessness of the situation. Only the pioneers refused to capitulate.
  And a handful of brave, barefoot guys went on a desperate breakthrough. They ran through snowdrifts, literally blue from the terrible cold. And they died under machine guns and cannons.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita were also pretty scratched, but still managed to escape from Sverdlovsk. After which they moved towards Novosibirsk. Frost, winter, long nights.
  The boy and the girl are running, they are sad and very angry.
  Margarita noted:
  - A hyperwitch could help this world! But the fascists are winning! This is truly universal injustice!
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped higher, did a seven-fold somersault, and quite logically noted:
  - There is little justice in the world! For example, why do old people suffer? Almost all of them, without exception! And when a person is young, he smokes, drinks, and even does worse, and 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, that barefoot girl in a holey tunic, suggested:
  - Perhaps 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, of course I believe in it!
  The children ran to Novosibirsk and took part in the defense of this city.
  They fought in what was almost the last major city under the control of the Red Army.
  Stalin had already negotiated with Hitler, agreeing to capitulate if his personal safety was guaranteed. The Fuhrer was ready for this, especially if the partisans calmed down.
  The Japanese were already storming Novosibirsk from the east. So there was practically no chance of survival. The USSR was dying.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova shot at the Nazis, threw grenades with their bare feet. And still hoped for something.
  Next to them were the pioneers. In the bitter cold in Siberia, all the children were barefoot and in summer pioneer uniforms with ties. They died like heroes.
  Their legs were red like the feet of geese, and their toes were blue.
  But the pioneers did not give up.
  They will succumb to fascism!
  Oleg Rybachenko threw a grenade with his bare boyish foot. He knocked three German tanks head-on 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 until 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 fatally frozen pioneer children, began to sing with great enthusiasm;
  I am a young warrior of Mother Russia,
  Of a mighty country, the Motherland of all countries...
  There is no homeland in the universe more beautiful,
  Stalin tied a tie under the mountain!
  Being a pioneer is a joy and a calling,
  After all, this means you are a servant of the country.
  And you will be able to multiply the universe -
  Having destroyed the wiles of hell-Satan.
  When summer came in forty-one,
  The June thunderstorm is thundering for us...
  We don't want the region to become poor and destitute,
  For happiness, believe - the Fatherland was created!
  The girl and I are waiting in ambush for the fascists,
  We got hold of a machine gun before that.
  And to Hitler's mad annoyance,
  Our squad is successfully beating the Nazis!
  The girlfriends' bare feet have become rough,
  The snow is already crunching under my bare soles.
  From the cold, even my lips turned blue,
  But the holy fire warms our souls!
  We beat our enemies without knowing their limits,
  We give no peace day or night!
  Grenades fly towards the trains in a swarm,
  And the officers with a sniper rifle.
  The fascists will find no support anywhere,
  Our pioneer, valiant detachment...
  Capable of cutting down mountains if necessary,
  Here are Hitler's tanks burning like candles.
  The people united in a furious impulse -
  For justice, courage and honor.
  And there is no reef to be found in the sea of storms -
  Which would make us sag!
  We entered Berlin, we joined the Komsomol,
  From stomping barefoot with the girls the whole world!
  We inhale the victorious honey in heavenly May,
  Now our bright success has become eternal!
  
  
  
  
  . ALEXANDER THE THIRD LIVED SIXTY-EIGHT YEARS
  The Tsar strengthened the empire economically as well. There were no riots or revolutions, so the economy was in constant growth. And Russia had a larger population by the First World War due to lower mortality and the annexation of the northern regions of China and Korea. And the army was larger. And the first light tanks in series appeared, and many aircraft of different makes.
  Alas, Alexander III did not live to see the triumph in the First World War, but this was already given to Nicholas II.
  The new Tsar had a secure throne, another wife, a healthy heir, a population of two hundred and eighty million, and two and a half million soldiers in peacetime.
  So you can fight bravely and skillfully! In addition, the Russians also have tanks with light machine guns, but a heavy one has just appeared. It was developed by Mendeleyev's son.
  So the Tsar's army cannot be stopped!
  Nicholas II entered the war with the Germans and Austrians... Russian troops captured Galicia, Bukovina, and inflicted a series of defeats on the Austrians. They were initially beaten in East Prussia, but then took revenge and cut off Königsberg. The allies squeezed the Germans from Paris... Russian troops took Krakow, and having a numerical advantage, despite the winter, continued the offensive, approaching Budapest. Germany, seeing that things smelled of defeat, proposed peace on moderate terms.
  The Germans agreed to give Klaipeda to Russia, and some lands in Poland, and to pay a contribution. France was given back some of the territory previously captured under Bismarck, and a little of Denmark.
  Austria-Hungary ceded Galicia, part of Bukovina, and Krakow. But the empire did not fall apart. Russia regained the lands of the Slavs, everything that had once been part of Kievan Rus, and expanded the Kingdom of Poland.
  Turkey and Japan did not have time to enter the war, as did Italy. That is, the First World War, in fact, did not exist. Just a small skirmish. Nicholas II strengthened his authority and then ruled peacefully for quite a long time.
  Russia, however, waged war in Afghanistan, finally dividing it with the British. Then Iran was divided with Britain.
  Russia thus expanded its possessions. But then came the economic crisis and the Great Depression of 1929... 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 Ocean under the command of Kolchak defeated the Japanese. And the land army was much stronger.
  The same can be said about the Turks. They clearly went after the wrong enemy.
  Tsarist Russia was able to land troops and capture Japan. And then Russian troops finally occupied Turkey. And so the era of the Ottoman Empire ended.
  And Tsar Nicholas II increased his glory and the power of Russia. This glorious emperor ruled until 1936 and also died at the age of sixty-eight.
  He was succeeded by Alexei II. In general, a completely healthy man of thirty-two years. His mother was different, so Alexander III did not allow the fatal marriage.
  Alexei II completed the conquest of Saudi Arabia by dividing it with Britain.
  Wilhelm II reigned on the throne in Germany until 1941. This monarch was in power for fifty-one years! Quite a long time!
  But his son Ferdinand is on the throne. There is no trace of Hitler. Another story.
  There is still peace. All the colonies have been divided. Mussolini has conquered Ethiopia.
  There is nothing more to divide... 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, really, how long can we look at these lands?
  Thus Mussolini, Ferdinand and Alexei II formed their pact.
  But of course, by this time Russia had already managed to conquer almost all of China and become many times stronger than anyone else in terms of economy, military, and population.
  Tsar Alexei approved, in general, this proposal and decided that they would begin together.
  Ferdinand was no longer young and was cautious.
  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
  She was winning. It seemed like no one could stop her.
  In two months, the tsarist army captured India, southern Iran, British possessions in Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Sudan, and most of Indochina.
  But the Germans were only able to occupy Belgium, and were stopped at the approaches to Paris. Holland also entered the war.
  Tsarist Russia spent two more months capturing British possessions in Asia and finishing off Indonesia. Then it landed in Australia and advanced through Africa.
  The Germans tried to take Paris, but their assault was repulsed. Nevertheless, the war was being lost. Italy was also grabbing the African possessions of Britain and France.
  Only in the fifth month did the tsarist troops begin to arrive in Europe. The battles were still raging in Africa and Australia, but they were already finishing off. Austria-Hungary, greatly weakened by the loss of lands, also entered the war on the side of the coalition.
  The Germans were able to capture Holland. And improved their position.
  For two more months, Tsarist Russia completed the conquest of Australia and Africa. And only at the end of November, right in the cold, did a new offensive of German-Russian troops begin, bypassing Paris.
  In this case, the forces were already too unequal. The French-English troops were defeated. And Paris was surrounded.
  And on New Year's Eve 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 bled dry and knocked out by bombs
  Capitulated.
  Thus ended another great war. Russia took almost all the colonies for itself. Germany received comparatively little, Italy grabbed a little, and Austria-Hungary got a symbolic piece.
  Despite the fact that the Germans expected large colonies, but received much smaller ones, only Morocco in its entirety, Germany did include Belgium, Holland, and France up to Port-de-Calais.
  In addition, Tsarist Russia returned Namibia and what had previously belonged to them to the Germans.
  In short, we somehow sorted things out and made peace...
  Peace came... In 1953, Russia acquired an atomic bomb, and a year later, so did Germany. The United States acquired nuclear weapons in 1960.
  Thus, a balance of fear was created.
  And in 1955, the first Russian cosmonaut flew into space, flying around the globe. 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. In 1992, to Mercury. And in 1999, to Pluto.
  The solar system was explored.
  Three nuclear empires emerged: 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 IV. This tsar was forty-one years old at the time of his ascension to the throne. Oddly enough, Alexander IV also lived to be sixty-eight years old and died in 1999. And his son Vladimir III ascended the throne. In 2013, four hundred years of the Romanov dynasty's reign were celebrated.
  For now, Russia stands firmly on its feet. But there are still Germany and the USA in the world, its competitors. The Tsarist empire, together with its colonies, includes slightly 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.
  Vladimir III rules Russia, he turned sixty-seven in 2019. Many are wondering - will he live, like the previous tsars, sixty-eight years or will he break these strange coincidences?!
  Meanwhile, Russia is developing anti-nuclear weapons. It is clear that there will be no nuclear weapons, and Russia will cope with both Germany and the USA. It has more population and soldiers. And the quality of weapons is better!
  But for now, nuclear weapons exist, and the whole world has not yet been conquered. But anti-nuclear weapons are being developed quite actively, so there are certain chances for victory.
  
  FALL OF GIBRALTAR
  Spanish dictator Franco, contrary to real history, gave consent to 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 Meinstein took place at night from November 25, 1940 to the 26th. As it turned out, the British were not fully prepared for such a military move and the Nazis managed to capture such a powerful fortress in one fell swoop.
  Its fall had a significant impact on the course of the war. The Wehrmacht was able to move forces over the shortest distance to Africa, and the British were blocked from entering the Mediterranean from the East.
  The German command brought several divisions into equatorial Africa. In addition, Rommel's corps was transferred to Libya, several months ahead of 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 preventive strike, he defeated the colonial troops, capturing Alexandria and Cairo. Britain's position in Africa became more complicated. The Germans had already reached the Suez Canal and were threatening to advance further into the Middle East. In addition, an opportunity arose to advance toward Sudan.
  True, things were not going too well for the Italians in Greece, but the arrival of additional forces from Germany saved the situation.
  Hitler faced a dilemma: to attack the USSR or finish off Britain? The Wehrmacht's successes in Africa pushed him to the second decision - to untie his hands in the West. Although the USSR's military preparations did inspire fear in the Fuhrer.
  The Red Army was growing stronger, but the Germans were not sitting idle either. Tank production in 1941 doubled compared to 1940, and aviation increased almost two and a half times.
  The Nazis bombed and landed troops on Malta. Then Rommel broke through the defenses on the Suez Canal and entered Iraq, which had rebelled against British rule. The Germans conquered Kuwait and the entire Middle East with comparative ease. Stalin, however, stuck to a wait-and-see tactic. And Churchill stubbornly continued the war. The Wehrmacht, having reached Iran, turned to the South of Africa.
  The year 1941 was drawing to a close. Submarine production was increasing, and Britain was losing its colonies. The US was passive. But Japan could not sit idly by and struck Peru Harbor on December 7. A new war in the Pacific had begun. And Hitler had to abandon his plans to attack the USSR again.
  We need to help the Japanese, capture Iran and India, and also 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 carry out bombing strikes from the territory of Britain.
  So the Fuhrer was forced to abandon the idea of invading the East in 1942.
  There was a risk that Stalin himself would open a front, but... You have to 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 accumulating forces. The number of aircraft 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 staffing of 20 mechanized corps, with a total number of tanks of 32 thousand vehicles, of which the newest KV of various brands and T-34, 16.5 thousand. Plus, the development of T-50 tanks was still underway, although the machine turned out to be light.
  The Germans, having encountered the Matilda and some cruiser tanks, and also 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 gun and impenetrable armor, a 75-millimeter gun with a long barrel.
  There was also information about Soviet tank building. The KV-2 tank marched in the May Day parade on Red Square, and there was some data on the T-34.
  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 for now, Germany was clearly inferior to the USSR. Both in the number of vehicles and their quality. In August 1941, production of the KV-3 tank began. The vehicle turned out to be quite heavy at 68 tons, but armed with a 107-millimeter cannon with an initial projectile velocity of 800 meters per second. This provided it with an advantage over the Tiger, which, by the way, had not yet been launched into production.
  The KV-5 turned out to be even more powerful, weighing 125 tons and armed with two guns. However, such a heavy vehicle created more problems than benefits for the Soviet army. And in 1942, a variant of the KV-4 weighing 107 tons was adopted for service. The USSR could rightfully be proud of its heaviest tanks in the world, and the most powerful.
  But Germany developed well in aviation. The Ju-188, when it went into production, developed a speed comparable to fighters. The DO-217 also looked decent. Jet aircraft were also actively developed. Since Britain was the main target, jet bombers were given much more attention than in real history.
  The Germans actively used slave labor. They imported a huge number of blacks from Africa. The black workers were obedient, hardy, but low-skilled. They were used for auxiliary work.
  But by controlling Europe, the Germans could recruit a sufficient number of skilled workers.
  Speer even managed to persuade Hitler not to carry out a program of extermination of Jews, but to use them in the production of aviation and technology.
  The emphasis was on an air offensive against Britain and a massive submarine war.
  However, America's entry into the conflict added headaches to the Fritzes and forced them to sharply increase the number of wolf packs.
  Germany was forced to belatedly develop the production of bombers and strategic aviation. First of all, the Ju-288 and Ju-488 - with four engines. But their development and refinement took time. The ME-109 modification "F" was generally a worthy opponent for the British machines. But the development of the ME-209 failed, as did the ME-210.
  The HE-177 dive bomber also failed. But Speer made up for it in numbers. In addition, the Focke-Wulf became the most powerful fighter in terms of armament, compensating for some of the ME-109's weaknesses. And the Germans' flight school turned out to be better than the British and especially the American one. 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: thus, the captain of the third rank, who played a decisive role in this battle, ironically ended up in Madagascar. The US wanted to keep a base in Africa and not let the fascists relax. But this significantly worsened their position in the Pacific Ocean.
  True, the Japanese did not act at their best. 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 enormous, but they still need to be digested.
  The air battle for Britain is not so clear-cut. The Germans were constantly increasing the production of aircraft, putting pressure, but there was no total dominance. The lack of strategic aviation power, and the help of the USA, and even then there were not enough submarines, had an effect. And the miracle torpedo, with which so many hopes were associated, let down.
  The Fuhrer never decided to land in Britain in 1942. The focus was on strengthening naval power and the submarine fleet. Aircraft carriers and battleships were built at the same time. There was enough production capacity, but everything took time.
  Class A ballistic missiles also required further development. However, the V-1 robotic missiles began to be mass produced. Relatively cheap machines, using simple fuel, had the undoubted advantage that they did not require pilots.
  Hitler, having access to unlimited natural resources and manpower, wanted to save the lives of German pilots. The V-1, being easy to produce and unmanned, seemed the optimal solution. And thousands of such robotic shells fell on London in the autumn of 1942.
  At the same time, the Germans accelerated the development of the Arado jet bomber and ballistic missiles.
  Stalin continued to bide his time and gather strength. In 1942, the USSR produced five and a half thousand new KV and T-34 tanks, and about a thousand old models, about five hundred new light T-50 and T-60 tanks, and two hundred amphibious tanks. The aircraft fleet also increased - about fifteen thousand new and old machines entered service. There was even a shortage of pilots. The production of Katyushas increased slowly.
  Nazi Germany produced more than thirty thousand aircraft, but suffered significant losses in battle. The Germans produced about six and a half thousand tanks. Most of them were T-3 and the new modification T-4 with a long-barreled 75-millimeter gun. A little more than a hundred of the newest Tigers were produced, and the Panthers are still only in prototype form.
  But the MP-44 assault rifle designed by Schmeister went into production. Unlike real history, it was not necessary to develop the rifle taking into account the shortage of non-ferrous metals. And this accelerated the development of a simpler assault rifle with alloy steel.
  So the Germans began to gain an advantage in small arms. But they also needed time for the machine gun to rearm all troops.
  But in the submarine fleet, where production reached forty to fifty submarines per month, the Germans truly have no equal.
  Very high-speed submarines using hydrogen peroxide appeared. Work in the nuclear program also accelerated. 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 were built, including in Africa.
  So, by hook or by crook, the Nazis got their nuclear reactor up and running in December 1942. Even a little earlier than the Americans. After their defeats in the Pacific, they began to have serious squabbles. And funding for the nuclear program was noticeably 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 fully justify themselves. The British learned to partially repel such attacks, but the Germans took numbers.
  But the submarine war turned out to be truly disastrous for Britain. The production of weapons on the island fell sharply due to a shortage of raw materials. The metropolis was on the verge of collapse. In addition, the fascists captured Madagascar, and the Japanese, together with the Nazis, invaded Australia and relatively quickly achieved its capitulation.
  Although Stalin understood the danger of a wait-and-see tactic, he remained true to himself, not getting into a fight. Let the capitalists destroy themselves completely. And we will watch...
  But such tactics had their drawbacks. Using its enormous resources, the Third Reich was already preparing for war against the USSR. The Third Reich's production of tanks reached an average of 1,200 vehicles per day in 1943, plus three hundred and fifty self-propelled guns. And the self-propelled guns were not weak at all. "Ferdinands", "Bumblebees", "Jagdpanthers". Considering that the Germans suffered almost no losses in tanks, their armor replenishment was already twice as fast as that of the Red Army. And the quantitative gap in equipment in favor of the USSR began to narrow.
  In terms of quality, the Fritzes got the "King Tiger" similar in weight to the KV-3, and in terms of penetrating power the gun even surpassed it somewhat due to the quality of the shell and stronger frontal armor. Well, and the super-heavy Soviet KV-5 and KV-4 turned out to be very technically unreliable, especially their chassis. So the combat use of such monsters was in doubt.
  Stalin also ordered the creation of the KV-6 with seven guns and two rocket launchers. The vehicle was actually made. But it turned out to be so heavy and long that you couldn't transport it on a train or turn it around in battle. The T-34-76 is a pretty good vehicle, but it's weaker in a head-on fight than the Panther or Tiger. The KV-1 and KV-2 are comparable to the Germans in weight, but they're inferior to the Panthers and Tigers in head-on combat. The German T-4 matched the T-34 in armor and surpassed it in armament, visibility, and optics, and this was with equal weight, or even less, if you compare the heavier modifications.
  In short, the Fritz was pulled up and the quality was on the high. And the appearance of the ME-309 and ME-262 gave an advantage in the quality of aviation. Like the Ju-488, the best four-engine bomber. And after them, the jet models. Such as the Ju-287 and "Arado".
  In September 1943, the Nazis finally made 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 predetermined.
  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 US: abandonment of the nuclear program and recognition of all the conquests of Japan and the Third Reich. And also the withdrawal of troops from Iceland, which the Fritzes had already effectively surrounded with a submarine fleet. Control of the Land of the Rising Sun over Gai, where fighting had not yet ceased. In addition, Hitler demanded material compensation for the Third Reich and Japan for all the destruction and military expenses caused by the US and Britain.
  Although the peace terms were extremely harsh, Roosevelt managed with great difficulty to push through their adoption in Congress and the Senate.
  Stalin's hints that he was not against joining the Axis coalition and was at least ready to recapture Alaska played a major role in the US's compliance.
  American pragmatism won, which was higher than enthusiasm and emotions. In addition, the German nuclear program was developing faster than the American one, and this was fraught with a catastrophe in the future.
  The first phase of the Second World War was over. But the Fuhrer now wanted to finish off the USSR.
  Unexpectedly, Stalin's wait-and-see tactics and his loyalty to the cause of world peace played a sinister joke. Joseph found himself up against the Third Reich and Japan with all the resources of the Eastern Hemisphere, including Australia, and some footholds in the Western world.
  The Land of the Rising Sun, it is true, had not yet finished off China, but it could well have opened a second front. Hitler was actively forming colonial troops and foreign legions. At the same time, the production of weapons was also increasing.
  In the first half of 1944, the production of tanks and self-propelled guns in the Third Reich reached and exceeded one hundred vehicles per day. The Panther-2 surpassed all Soviet vehicles in its level. The more advanced German tank "Lion" appeared, and soon the "Royal Lion".
  And most importantly, jet aviation developed serially. In response, the T-34-85 tank, IS-1 and IS-2 went into production in the USSR, and the KV series was never taken out of production. The most mass-produced tank of the Third Reich in 1944 was the Panther-2, and the USSR T-34-85. Heavier models were produced in significantly - approximately ten times smaller quantities. And the Germans did not want to push the weight too much on Soviet roads, and Stalin began to distrust the KV series, and the ISs turned out to be too crude.
  However, the German "Panther"-2 with an 88-mm gun of 71 L caliber, surpassed the T-34-85 in the armor-piercing power of the gun, in frontal armor and a little in the side, and was not inferior in running qualities with an engine of 900 horsepower and a weight of 47 tons. Even when the weight of the German tank increased to 50.2 tons and this was not fatal.
  And German jet aviation had no worthy opponent at all.
  Hitler decided that it was better not to drag it out and began the war on June 22, 1944. Throwing three hundred and fifty of his own and foreign divisions, and one hundred and twenty satellite divisions at the USSR. 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 threw twelve and a half million soldiers into battle in the first echelon alone, of which no more than forty percent were German by nationality. The satellites added another three million. In total, the first echelon had almost sixteen million infantry, about thirty-three thousand tanks, more than fifty-five thousand aircraft, and about two hundred and fifty guns and mortars.
  The USSR deployed thirteen and a half million soldiers after mobilization, but some of the forces had to be kept in the Far East and internal districts. The first echelon consisted of eight million soldiers, about thirty thousand tanks, almost forty thousand aircraft, about two hundred thousand guns and mortars.
  Thus, the Third Reich has a double superiority in infantry, and a fivefold superiority in the mobility of forces, with a better machine gun. True, the USSR has many 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 production.
  The German jet aviation has no opponent, and the Third Reich's propeller planes are faster and better armed. True, the Soviet machines are superior in horizontal maneuverability.
  In artillery and mortars the ratio of forces is closest to equality. Both in quantity and quality.
  True, the Third Reich's fleet is especially submarine, many times stronger than the Soviet one. As is Japan's, by the way.
  In addition, the Nazis already have class A ballistic missiles in serial production, and the first disc-shaped aircraft have taken off.
  In general, the fascists will be stronger, and Stalin quite reasonably prepared the defense, albeit belatedly. But they did not have time to do much. The Stalin Line was not fully restored, and most importantly, the troops were not sufficiently trained to hold the defense. Although they were desperately retrained.
  The Molotov border line was completed in three years of advance, but it was too close to the border and did not have sufficient depth. In addition, Stalin ordered the construction of a third echelon beyond the Dnieper, but this was only started after the capitulation of the United States.
  True, in addition to the Soviet troops, one can count on the NKVD units, whose numbers have been brought up to a million soldiers, and the militia. This is about four million people, only in Western cities. Although, of course, their combat capability is much worse than that of regular units.
  The Germans, as in real history, delivered the main blow in the center, cutting off the Belostok salient and the Lvov fist. The very first days of fighting showed that the Germans, despite the large number of foreign units, were attacking more or less in a coordinated manner. But the Soviet troops often got lost.
  In addition, the combat capability of the Ukrainian units turned out to be questionable. There were many deserters and those who surrendered in the very first days of the war.
  It was not possible to contain the enemy in the border battles. And here Stalin made a mistake, prohibiting the withdrawal of units to the main line and demanding that the front be straightened out. The mistake, however, was corrected, but belatedly. The Germans were able to capture Minsk already on June 28, breaking through the Stalin line in the center.
  The confusion only increased. On June 30, the expected entry of Japan and its satellites into the war took place. So the transfer of troops from the Far East had to be forgotten for now.
  The German breakthrough in the center was widening. A huge gap appeared, which they desperately tried to plug. But the fascists advanced and on July 16 broke into Smolensk.
  Having thrown all available reserves into battle and putting the militias under arms, Stalin and Zhukov were able to halt the Fritzes' advance in the center. But Hitler turned his troops to the south. The fascists created a huge cauldron in Kyiv and captured almost all of Ukraine.
  Leningrad was blockaded, Crimea was invaded. The course of military operations was very similar to 1941, like persistent karma. But there were also significant differences. In 1941, the USSR had some free reserves, but now everything was mobilized anyway. 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 fascists, unlike in real history, had a significant numerical advantage. They had enough divisions to bypass Moscow from the North and South. But the Soviet units were too scattered across different fronts.
  In reality, in 1941, after mobilization, Stalin had an advantage over the Wehrmacht in terms of personnel, and he had four times more aircraft and tanks than the Third Reich had had from the very beginning of the war. And in the first five months of the war, the USSR produced more equipment in real history.
  But now the Nazis have all the trump cards, both the quantity and quality of weapons and personnel are on their side. And the Red Army has the same ailments as in 1941. Including the unwillingness of Ukrainians, Balts, and many small nations to die for the Soviet system. Mass betrayals and defections of victims of repression, dispossessed and other offended of all stripes. Including ideological enemies of the Soviet power.
  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 Donbass, Voronezh and are heading towards Stalingrad.
  The winter of 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.
  The offensive then 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 advance deep into Russia. The resistance of the Soviet troops was falling. On August 5, 1945, Sverdlovsk was taken. And on September 3, 1945, Stalin finally agreed to capitulate. In exchange for his own life and freedom.
  The Second World War was over. But peace did not last long. After testing nuclear weapons, Hitler became convinced of their phenomenal destructive power.
  Now it turned out that Japan and the United States were still on the path to world domination of the Third Reich. And although the Fuhrer had conquered more land than Genghis Khan, Alexander the Great, Napoleon, Emperor Trojan, and Suleiman the Magnificent combined, he decided to defeat Japan too.
  Exactly three years after the end of World War II, one hundred ballistic, intercontinental missiles with powerful nuclear charges simultaneously hit the Land of the Rising Sun.
  And then the Wehrmacht ground forces and navy began their offensive. The Germans relatively quickly captured Japan's possessions in Asia, and razed the metropolis itself to the ground with atomic bombs.
  The Pacific possessions of the Land of the Rising Sun put up more or less prolonged resistance. But by June 1949, it was all over. Now all that was left was to defeat the USA. Moreover, there was a pretext. The Americans, contrary to the agreement, were still developing nuclear weapons and secretly tested them.
  Hitler started the war on January 1, 1950, dropping three hundred nuclear missiles on New Year's Eve.
  A devastating nuclear strike destroyed one hundred of America's largest cities and killed tens of millions of people. Another of Adolf Hitler's greatest crimes was added to his long list of 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 meant only slavery and a slow, painful death.
  So it was the most desperate of all the 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 radioactive wastelands.
  But the goal was 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, with only limited local self-government preserved.
  Jews and gypsies were outlawed: they were sought out and exterminated. The SS carried out mass purges and was savage. A real nightmare had arrived - the hour of the dragon. Or even more accurately, the era. The Fuhrer was building a real global totalitarian empire with pretensions to cosmic 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 this time, the planet Earth had already founded settlements on the Moon and on Mars with Venus, and was actively preparing for expansion into the outer star worlds... The fascists wanted a universal empire - the construction of a Star Reich, in order to plunge the entire universe into nightmare.
  
  NEW ADVENTURES OF THE KNIGHTS OF THE FORTY ISLANDS
  Dimka smashed the sword into pieces and stood stunned, blinking his eyes, on the street. His hands were covered in blood and what was left of the sword was bloody. The wail of a siren was heard. A street of a summer city. And policemen running up. A blow with a baton to the back follows. Dimka barely audibly says:
  - I surrender!
  They put his hands behind his back and snap the handcuffs. The boy feels pain from the metal inserted into his wrists. They take him to a van - a black raven.
  Dimka feels a mixture of anger and fear inside himself. He remembers the past. The island where children fought for their existence with swords. Wooden, but when the boy is overcome with rage they turn into sharply sharpened steel. Dimka spent a couple of months there. He fought, fought, was wounded and wounded himself. He even personally hacked to death a traitor. It all happened. And in the end they won.
  It's just a pity that the children remained on the destroyed ship. And he managed to escape only with his girl. After such adventures, prison didn't seem like such a country anymore.
  He struck a hooligan boy with his sword and saw him lying down, and a pool of blood flowed out.
  Was the blow fatal? Dimka was so unlucky, as if he hadn't had enough adventures before. And if he killed him, then what? Prison? Will they take him to a dirty, stinking cell with criminals?
  And how long will he go to jail? He's only fourteen years old. The law doesn't allow him to go more than ten. Maybe everything will be okay!?
  It's 1992. A time when there is so much talk about democracy and freedom, but banditry is gaining strength.
  The raven stopped and Dimka was taken out. A handsome, tanned boy with black hair, he doesn't look like a bandit, but rather like a victim in handcuffs.
  Dimka was taken almost immediately to the investigator and the prosecutor.
  They sat me down in a chair.
  The investigator asked a few routine questions and said with a grin:
  - The boy you wounded is dying! So pray to God that he doesn't die!
  Dimka answered with a sigh:
  - I didn"t mean to...
  The prosecutor handed over the paper:
  - Now that's a confession. If you sign it, you'll be released on your own recognizance until the trial. And then, considering your young age and lack of previous police records, you'll get a suspended sentence!
  Dimka looked at the paper and quickly read it, and shook his head:
  - It says here that the teenager attacked the company himself. And they were the ones who were pressing me!
  The investigator had a mouse-like face and thick eyebrows, he muttered:
  - Sign as we advise you! Otherwise, you'll end up in a pretrial detention center. We're literally swamped with cases right now, and you'll have to sit there for a very long time before the trial. And there, in a cell, there are three rows of bunks on boards, a latrine in the corner, and fifty nervous, hungry boys just like you. All sorts of criminals. And even if the boy you wounded survives, the investigation will last three years, and then another year and the trial! You'll spend the best years of your life in hell!
  The prosecutor nodded in agreement and confirmed:
  - The measure of restraint for you is either detention, or a written undertaking not to leave and your mom and dad will pick you up. The choice is yours! And believe me, the juvenile colonies are already overcrowded, and they will be happy to give you a suspended sentence. But if you quarrel with us, there will definitely be a place!
  Dimka felt that the investigator and the prosecutor were not joking. Indeed, they could rot him in prison. Although, on the other hand, it was not a fact that they would release him even if he signed. Who knows how many examples there are of cops lying? But the main thing in Dimka was his stubbornness and obstinacy, which had clearly manifested itself after his stay on the islands of death. And the boy resolutely declared:
  - No!
  The investigator growled harshly:
  - What no?
  Dimka said harshly:
  - I won't sign! They attacked me, wanted to hurt me with a chain, and it was self-defense!
  The investigator growled:
  - Well, fine! Put him in the pretrial detention center, sit there for a week and you'll get smarter!
  The prosecutor nodded and signed:
  - For now, two months of detention. But of course, you can be released earlier!
  The investigator growled:
  - I think keeping him in custody will do the boy good!
  Dimka was taken out of the office and led to prison. The handcuffs and chain jingled. The boy only had to cross the road. There he was to be received.
  Dimka walked along, chained to two policemen. He felt pretty bad. Prison, a cell, angry convicts. And he got into trouble by refusing to sign a confession. Although, on the other hand, after that you can't get away.
  Dimka was taken to the duty room. First name, last name, patronymic, valuables with you.
  Then a search. A police officer and two women in white coats took the boy into the room with the mirror and turned on additional lights. The command followed:
  - Take off your clothes!
  Dimka sighed - a search! I wonder why women? The boy took off his jeans, T-shirt, sneakers, jacket. He was left in only his underwear.
  A young woman in a white coat noted:
  - He's well built!
  The officer shouted:
  - And take off your panties! Now!
  Dimka, burning with embarrassment, took them off too. He involuntarily blushed and covered himself. The police officer shouted:
  - Attention! Hands at your sides! Take a closer look at him - he's a murderer!
  A woman in a white coat, looking like a nurse, smiled and, putting on thin medical gloves, cooed:
  - We've seen worse! Relax, boy, auntie will feel you up!
  She began examining Dimka's body. She ran her hand over the boy's hair, which had grown out during his stay on the islands. She carefully combed each strand, looking for something hidden. Maybe even money. Then she shone a light into the boy's ears and nostrils. She did this carefully, as if she hoped to find something.
  After which she ordered him to put his head on the opening and dug her hands into his chin. She stuck her hand into his mouth. Dimka felt the smell and taste of rubber with his tongue. The woman felt behind his gums, teeth, cheeks. When she pressed on the root of his tongue, the boy felt a gag reflex. And how unpleasant. The hand went all the way to his tonsils, and it became hard to breathe.
  Then, finally, the woman finished it and smiled:
  - There is nothing!
  The officer commanded:
  - Go on, Olga! The personal search, given the particular danger of the subject, must be most thorough!
  The woman in white started feeling Dimka's chest. She raised her hands and looked under his armpits. And with unexpected force she pressed on his belly button. Dimka gasped...
  After which the woman stopped and asked:
  - Well, now let him squat!
  The police officer growled:
  - It's not entirely reliable! Look into his anus too!
  The woman in the white coat shook her head:
  - You need special permission for that! The same goes for checking a boy's private parts!
  The officer gave a languid command:
  - Squat down, little devil...
  Dimka answered with dignity:
  - I'm a boy!
  And he began to squat easily. He squatted ten times. After which the women examined his soles and ran them between his toes.
  After which Dimka found himself in the next room. There another boy, in a prison uniform with a short haircut and a clipper in his hands, said:
  - What's new?
  The police officer replied:
  - And quite impudent!
  The boy giggled and remarked:
  - He's not that scary! Well, sit down in the chair and let me give you a haircut!
  Dimka sat down. It was still unpleasant to be naked. And here you were being shaved bald like a criminal. To top it all off, the machine was rather dull and it was painful to cut your hair. Thick, black hair fell to the floor. The worn-out boots of the young convict tramped over it. It seemed that with each strand of hair a piece of your immortal soul was leaving, and you were becoming less and less free. Dimka was in a depressed mood. Ahead of him was a prison cell and a meeting with juvenile criminals.
  However, Dimka was never afraid of his peers. And after the hardening of "Forty Islands", he is no longer afraid. If anything, he will fight. And prison?
  What is this next test? He is only fourteen years old and has his whole life ahead of him.
  
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