# Love, Romance, Dream And Mafia

Олег Павлович Рыбаченко

Oleg and Angelica, who study at an elite school, develop a romantic relationship. In addition, the teenagers want to make a discovery that will put an end to crime. But the mafia gets wind of it. Angelica is kidnapped, and Oleg, Sasha and Alisa organize a good thrashing for the mafia.

LOVE, ROMANCE, DREAM AND MAFIA.

ANNOTATION

Oleg and Angelica, who study at an elite school, develop a romantic relationship. In addition, the teenagers want to make a discovery that will put an end to crime. But the mafia gets wind of it. Angelica is kidnapped, and Oleg, Sasha and Alisa organize a good thrashing for the mafia.

. PROLOGUE

A fair-haired boy named Oleg was doing stretching exercises. He would soon be fourteen, and at that age teenagers are very aggressive, and in order not to be an outcast you need to know how to fight. Boys and girls in kimonos do horizontal splits. Then they bend over. This is one of the most boring and painful stages of the exercises. It will be much more interesting later. Here you can see the yellow head of Angelica. His peer. When you watch her golden (and this is a natural color!) hair of a teenage girl move, romantic moods arise, and your heart begins to beat faster in your chest. And music sounds in Oleg's head, and poems are composed by themselves.

A brighter gaze than a rose

The beauty sends me greetings!

I stretched out my hands in trepidation

There is no one more precious to you in the world!


The sky above us is in lace

The tops of the gray mountains sing!

Love will not turn to dust

It burns in the hearts of the young!


My dream is sweeter than sleep

The darkness of torment is the hour of separation!

I see her everywhere

I pray, Lord have mercy on us!


Gives birth to feelings, thoughts, a look

I bowed my head under the weight of thoughts!

The poison penetrates drop by drop

I am exhausted, I have lost my strength!

The bare heel of the female trainer lightly slapped Oleg on the nose. A stern voice was heard:

- You're in the sky again! And karate requires total concentration. I'll pair you, boy, with Cobra. And you'll fight in full contact!

Oleg nodded with a smile:

- I'm ready! I've wanted to test myself for a long time.

Angelica whispered:

- You can handle it.

The female instructor growled:

- And you need a hundred push-ups from the floor on your fists, Anzha... It's too early for you to indulge in childish dreams!

The teenage girl calmly stood on her fists and began doing push-ups.

"How beautiful she is," Oleg thought, moving behind the ropes of the ring, where he was about to have a difficult fight.

. CHAPTER No 1.

Cobra was a tall, tanned, reddish teenager of about fifteen with a red belt. He was almost a head taller than Oleg. And also athletically built. Oleg was also muscular and trained, but was naturally thin. And his dry muscles seemed very small. Both boys were barefoot and in swimming trunks, having thrown off their kimonos. So you can appreciate Cobra's massive muscles beyond his years and Oleg's sinewy, thin body. The difference in their weight was about thirty kilograms.

But Oleg's strength was not his height and weight. He had an extraordinary mind and could, for example, solve the most complex problems in his head. And he understood computers better than any academic. And he also had a dream of making all of humanity happy. But more on that later.

For now he had to fight with Cobra, a teenage athlete who is simply a hero and a fast hero.

The red-haired female instructor commanded:

- Full contact, just don't gouge out the eyes!

Cobra attacked. Angelica and the other girls admired how the balls of muscle rolled under his tanned skin. What a beauty. Here he is, doing a three with his fists.

But Oleg coolly steps away from the line of attack. He seems skinny and dry, but he is fast and has absolute reaction. Cobra tries to hit him with his bare, tanned, muscular leg. But Oleg moves again and performs a sweep. And as a result, the big teenager falls. But he immediately jumps up and rushes again. He swings his fists, and wide.

Oleg falls on his back, rests his bare foot on the teenager's muscular chest and throws his opponent over himself. He falls and gets up more slowly. Cobra wants to curse, but the female trainer shouts:

- Do not use obscene language!

The boys started fighting again, Cobra attacked again. Oleg dodged the blows and acted coolly. And while he managed to get away from those big, knuckle-filled fists of the teenager, whose muscles rippled like steel under his chocolate-tanned skin,

to leave. But the boy's gaze fell on Angelica again. Her face was flushed and scarlet with excitement. And she had never been so beautiful.

And Oleg lost his concentration for a moment. And Cobra's fist hit him in the chin. The boy's vision went blurry. And again a blow, this time to the nose, so hard that blood spurted. And Oleg, losing his balance, fell.

The powerful teenager Cobra raised his fists and shouted:

- Victory!

Oleg lay there, and his consciousness was still flickering in his head, but his arms and legs wouldn't obey. And he couldn't get up.

And then Angelica shouted:

- Get up, my knight! I believe in you, Oleg!

And the thought flashed through the boy's head:

There is ice and hot fire in the heart,

The fire turns everything into dust!

My spirit froze like a hard stone,

A gloomy gaze wanders into the abyss!


The path to salvation is terribly narrow,

I want freedom from the crown!

Favorite hymns and chants,

And loyalty to duty to the end!


A ray of unearthly, all-powerful passion,

I pray that God gave me life!

They squeezed my chest with a grave slab,

But in my torment I love you!


Enemy, pain and wild excitement,

The cruel fate of my destiny!

I draw inspiration from the cup,

The light of the eyes burns like a star!

The boy's muscles tensed with intense excitement. His skinny abs tensed so much that the tiles showed through, and he jumped up. Cobra tried to strike, but Oleg turned around and threw a bare heel into his chin. The powerful teenager's eyes bulged, and the boy added a shin kick to his temple. The opponent staggered and fell, knocked out. He fell, arms outstretched, not moving.

And the whole hall froze... Then timid applause was heard, which gained momentum.

Angelica shouted:

- Bravo! You are my hero!

The female trainer leaned over to Cobra, patted him on his ruddy, still beardless cheek and exclaimed:

- Victory by knockout!

And she added, turning around:

- Classes are over, you can go!

The teenagers and younger children went to the changing rooms. First they took showers, then dried themselves with towels. After that they moved to the courtyard. Oleg's jaw was sore and swollen, and his nose was broken, but he was in a good mood. And with him was Angelica. A teenage girl of wonderful beauty, with a magnificent figure and a sharp mind.

She kissed Oleg on his broken nose, and the boy felt better, and he said:

- This is brute force. Which rules the world!

Angelica replied with a smile:

- But you are able to harness this power. In general, Cobra will soon pass the black belt. But you could have received the red one long ago.

Oleg muttered:

- I'll go to the competition and get it. In the meantime, maybe some ice cream?

The girl replied:

- The weather is cool today. Tomorrow is May, and it will already be warmer. It would be better if you read me some poetry.

Oleg nodded:

- Okay, I like that. I love poetry!

Angelica tweeted:

- Let's say something lyrical!

The boy took it and began to sing:

I admire you, sweet girl.

And a strand of hair flows down her shoulders!

I'm head over heels in love with you, beauty.

I'll pick a bouquet of snow-white roses!


Your lips burn like fire in the darkness

And my heart tells me anxiously!

That in a world crippled by war,

Keep up the good looks!


Evil devil, don't tempt me.

Even though the hordes of darkness are pressing hard on me!

I believe that paradise will come to the planet

And all sinners will come to the Lord!


Then God will unite us in love

And the sky will sparkle with stars!

I would die for the sake of being together

He bowed his head and fell down by the clear waters!

Angelica tweeted:

- Wonderful! You're just Lermontov!

Oleg answered with a smile:

- I'm not a wizard, I'm just learning!

The teenage girl asked:

- What is this discovery that we are working on?

The boy genius replied:

- Such a tiny, self-replicating chip. It acts like a coronavirus. But it has a cybernetic origin. When a large number of such chips multiply in a person, he will lose the ability to commit evil deeds!

Angelica shrugged and remarked:

- I don't like this! After all, it means depriving a person of free will and the right to choose.

Oleg remarked with a sad look:

- What if, because of human passions, a nuclear war occurs, and people simply die from radiation slowly and painfully?

The girl nodded:

- Yes, nuclear war is real! But that's why people are given reason, to control their emotions and actions. Be that as it may, sometimes a person must have the opportunity to do evil, so as not to devalue good. After all, if people are deprived of the opportunity to sin, the world will become insipid!

Oleg shrugged and remarked:

- Don't all the world's religions promise a sinless future?

Angelica laughed and replied:

There is nothing more boring in the world,

Where peace and grace reign...

How disgusting is stability,

It is better to give your life in battle!

And the children burst out laughing and winked at each other. Their spirits really did improve. Oleg bought a cake each. And they continued on their way with Angelica. While they still had time. Really, what to do? Oleg was into computers and made up games. For example, like this game - five units and a thousand resources at the beginning, and conquering galaxies at the end.

This is extremely funny...

Angelica noticed, seeing that the boy was thinking:

- You know, war is even interesting, especially if it is competitive. It's like classic Hollywood - the enemy wins at first, and then you take a convincing revenge!

Oleg nodded in agreement:

- Yes, it happens... Like a miracle turning point in the Great Patriotic War. When the enemy reaches and almost surrounds Moscow, and then suffers defeat. Or Napoleon's campaign. But in the game you can win as Napoleon, or defeat him on the Neman!

The teenage girl noted:

- The computer is not particularly smart. And to defeat it, you don't have to have the talents of Napoleon or Suvorov. But it's more interesting to play against a person. And here you need special skills.

The boy genius nodded:

- True! Although the computer plays chess better! I have beaten grandmasters, but try to cope with an advanced program!

Angelica whistled and answered:

- Okay, talking about computers is nonsense. Better tell me what you think about Dubrovsky?

Oleg shrugged and replied:

- It's hard to judge. But he had no choice but to become a robber. Although he missed his bride!

The teenage girl chirped:

- There is probably no place for your bride in that coffin...

And then she asked:

- Come on, write something else!

Oleg began to recite, making it up as he went:

I owe my birth to heaven

But you brought joy to my heart!

The spirit burns, embraced by awakening

I dedicate my dreams to you, princess!


The moments of my love are majestic

A hurricane of human passions is raging!

I don't want someone else's and perishable glory

The soul is in darkness, waiting for news from the beloved!


You mercilessly blinded the guy's eyes

With your unearthly royal beauty!

And the evil nights became endless

All thoughts and feelings are occupied with you!


Please Lord, bring us together

May happiness be as Christ wanted!

I will not disgrace my dignity and honor

Let the girl not shed tears!

So the boy sang in a clear young voice. There were claps. It was clear that some passers-by were listening. That was great.

Angelica noted with a sweet look:

- You are a real angel! It's a pity that we are still so young, although... Gerda was just a girl, but she went to the ends of the earth for her adopted brother Kai. And she ran barefoot through the burning snow!

Oleg asked breathlessly:

- Are you capable of this?

The teenage girl laughed and replied:

- Usually the gentleman saves the lady, and not the other way around! Could you?

Despite the cool weather and puddles, Oleg threw off his sneakers and walked barefoot. Well, he's still almost a child, no shame. And it's even a little pleasant to step on the asphalt with strong soles stuffed with boards.

Angelica laughed and also took off her shoes and replied:

- Now you and I are like grown-up Kai and Gerda! We are going to the coolness from the Snow Queen's kingdom to the bright summer. And we are not cold at all, because we are growing up right before our eyes.

Oleg started singing, composing as he went:

Gerda was looking for Kai barefoot,

I wandered through harsh snowdrifts...

After all, she has a soul of gold,

As white as radiant snow!

Angelica interrupted the boy, angrily stamping her bare, strong foot:

- No! Now I want to sing myself! Because I know that you are a poetic person. And I have always envied your knowledge of many languages, and your ability to compose, and play games! - The girl puffed out her pink, tender cheeks and said. - And now I myself have felt the inspiration to compose and sing.

Oleg slapped his bare, still childish foot in the puddle and replied:

- Well, go ahead and make it up! I'll be only too happy.

Angelica took it and began to sing with enthusiasm, and her voice, it must be said, was like that of a real prima donna:

I walk a long road,

Looking for my lost brother...

And I believe I will find Kai,

Although the boy is not a patch.


The road is very difficult,

It has both steep slopes and plains...

But know that your dream will come true -

Forever we are one with our brother!


If I have to, I'll be barefoot,

On the rocks and on the snowy cliffs...

And I'll drag him by force,

My brother, believe me, is the best!


The road is difficult, believe me,

Sometimes wolves howl so predatorily...

Any animal can offend,

And the stone underfoot is prickly!


But believe me, I will find Kai,

I'll kiss his handsome man...

I will go through both cold and snowstorm,

The snow burns my bare feet!


Yes, the path is harsh, believe me,

And Gerda is very hungry...

Losses along the way cannot be avoided,

The maiden's heart beats anxiously!


But I will go through sand and snow,

And I will help you out, believe me, Kaya...

It's not a sin to love a boy,

I'll walk barefoot through the snow!


But the end of the road will come,

I'll see my brother in a new light...

I will open a glorious account of victories,

The planet will become warmer!

And a whole crowd of passers-by gathered to listen to the wonderful voice. Oleg, like a practical boy, pulled his cap off his head and walked around with it, collecting money. And they gave it to him. It was really very funny. Barefoot, he looked touching. A short boy with a toothy smile, light hair cut in a half-box. And then Oleg would jump up, spinning into a somersault. And this was completely funny. The crowd was delighted. This was a way to collect money - simple, but effective.

True, a police whistle was heard. And Angelica and Oleg started running, only the teenagers' heels flashed.

The bare feet of teenagers are light, and they look like the paws of monkeys.

The police didn't give chase. Indeed, it's better not to mess with children. No valor, no honor, no income.

Oleg and Angelica slowed down a little. Especially since the girl had stepped on a bottle shard. Fortunately, she had been doing karate for several years, and her foot was calloused and calloused. But blood still appeared. And Angelica put on her shoes, noting:

- You can't walk barefoot in Moscow! And they look at us like we're underage homeless people, and there's a lot of trash and dirt!

Oleg agreed:

- Yes, there is a lot of garbage. And it is cold.

The boy also sat down and put on his shoes. The young romantics were now on the bench. They took out their iPhones. They looked on the Internet to see what was going on in the world. Oleg noted:

- The war is still going on! We must end the violence.

Angelica noted with a smile:

- Didn't Friedrich Nietzsche say: - War is the natural state of man.

The boy remarked harshly:

- Do you know where Nietzsche ended up?

The girl asked:

- And where?

Oleg stated decisively:

- In a madhouse!

Angelica laughed and remarked:

- From genius to madness there is only one step! But between mediocrity and genius there is an abyss!

The boy answered with a smile:

- And you are a philosopher! Come on, maybe we'll compose some aphorisms? Or sing again?

The teenage girl shrugged and remarked:

- I'm tired of singing! Maybe we'll play instead. For example, we could play tanks.

Oleg laughed and replied:

- Tanks, that's kindergarten. Personally, I like strategy games, especially historical ones, but it's not interesting to play on a smartphone, the screen is too small.

Angelica stretched her lips into a smile and squeaked:

- Strategies? It's a game of maniacs with many victims!

The boy genius objected:

- You can have strategies with only economics and no military missions, or even simpler, when the computer makes a quick decision. Which simplifies the situation. - And the young romantic noted. - War is an abomination, and we must put an end to it.

The girl noticed:

- There are things much worse and more disgusting than war!

Oleg asked with a smile:

- And what kind, for example?

Angelica answered honestly:

- Worse than any war and any Hitler is old age! That really is the worst. You look at old women and think that I can become such a person over time that you just experience shock and want to cry.

The boy replied:

- Well, we still have plenty of time! The time will come, and we will cope with this problem! I am one hundred percent sure.

A loud voice was heard:

- What are you so sure about?

Oleg and Angelica looked around. A boy and a girl appeared - Sashka and Alisa. They were from a parallel class, and were also keen on inventions. As is often the case, overly smart children, who claim to be superhumans, are friends with each other.

The boys and girls shook hands. And Sashka suggested:

- Maybe we should play king? There are four of us.

Oleg grinned and objected:

- No! Cards are primitive! Better in a superchase for four.

Sashka shrugged:

- It's a long game.

Alice confirmed:

- And the weather isn't great today. Maybe it would be better to go to the games room. You can really kick back there.

Angelica objected:

- No! We still have things to do. Tell me, what would happen if people in the world stopped committing crimes?

Sashka giggled and replied:

- It would be terrible! Such a genre as detectives would disappear. And what fairy tale or what interesting film can do without villains!

Angelica confirmed, stamping her foot so that splashes flew:

- That's exactly what I was saying. What kind of world can there be without villains? Or rather, an interesting world.

Alice confirmed:

- Even in cartoons about my namesake, there are villains. And we are talking about a bright future!

Oleg objected, clenching his fists:

- And you try to live without evil and scoundrels. I am sure you will like it, and you will find other peaceful entertainments.

Sashka grinned and remarked:

- And what kind of entertainment? Instead of shooting games and running through labyrinths, we'll plant flowers?

Angelica noted with a smile:

- And I personally like to plant flowers. It's so beautiful. And there are peaceful, fairytale tvests, which, I must say, are also interesting!

Sashka grinned and remarked:

- It's not just about entertainment. There should be a place for heroism in life! Including the opportunity to punish the villain.

Alice confirmed energetically:

- Yes, that's right! What's the point of living if you have no one to compete with? For example, when you run alone around the stadium, it's not so interesting, but what if you race with a whole team? You must admit, that would be much cooler! And it's literally exciting!

Oleg answered with a smile:

- It's like ants competing. Well then, let's just go ahead and sing.

Sashka giggled and asked:

- What else should we sing for? Are we vocalists?

Angelica exclaimed with fervor and a smile that sparkled like pearls, and her lips were amber:

- Olezhka sings very well! Just listen to her!

Alice took it and squeaked:

- Okay, go ahead. It will be interesting for us too.

The boy genius took it, puffed out his cheeks and sang:

Our world is merciless, unfair, treacherous,

The flesh is tormented and suffers in agony!

But the man is smart, famous for his progress,

Although it seems that the Lord has forgotten him!


The nightmarish threats are countless,

Fate is cruel, stupid and blind!

We shed tears in dull doubts,

A look into the sky with unearthly longing!


And even though sometimes you have to spill,

In a furious battle, a stormy stream of blood flows!

To break the thread of life with a sword, an arrow,

Let us never betray love forever!


We will frolic as gentle girls,

When the elements, thunderstorms, and hurricanes have died down...

The planet is rapidly moving along its orbit,

It became a blaster, but before it was a machine gun!

The children clapped their hands. More precisely, they were already teenagers. Romantically inclined and smiling. And one could appreciate the beauty. Sashka exclaimed:

- Yes, good! Cool! Now, let's go to the computer room.

. CHAPTER #2.

In the computer room, after a short argument, the teenagers decided to play a strategy game: from monkey to omnipotence. And everyone for themselves. But Oleg and Angelica united into an alliance, and Sashka and Alisa did the same. And the game went from the primitive community. Five workers began to build a building for the production of other units, so far quite primitively.

To make things go faster, the teenagers used the cheater's code, added a hundred thousand resources to themselves. And everything started to build much faster. And units fly out faster. Now it is possible to move to a more complex era. Extract useful things from mines, and sow fields. First, two-field, and then more complex. And first the Stone Age, then the Copper Age and then the Iron Age.

The first skirmishes began when archers and spearmen appeared. And even then they were so small.

Oleg noted with a smile:

- There's a special playing field here, you don't have to run on it for a long time. You can immediately stamp out troops and go into battle.

Sashka readily agreed:

- Yes, that's better! Otherwise, you really have to drag your troops across the entire field. If, for example, you're playing Cossacks or Entente, then the infantry or heavy tanks will have to crawl along. It's a real hassle!

Alice smiled and noted:

- Strategies, I must say, are a rather primitive thing. In particular, make more troops and win. But if, for example, it's a quest - then you have to think!

Angelica noted:

- All the sciences of this boredom! Although there is a certain charm. Especially when the game goes through the eras!

Indeed, evolution was underway. War chariots, elephants, and camels appeared. And in the economy, there was a mint that doubled income, and an academy of sciences, and a military academy, and a construction academy. You can even recruit mercenaries.

Oleg noted with a sweet look:

- War again? Just like in life! It would be good if those who started all these wars died! And preferably in agony!

The game went on... Heavy cavalry appeared, as well as catapults, ballistas and Greek fire. Quite a powerful aid. And flamethrowers can be made from Greek fire. Which is serious. And then you can use the cheater's code again, and into the next century. Here is a sailing fleet and the first cannons. At first primitive, but then more and more advanced. For example, the first ones are loaded from the barrel, and the later ones from the breech. After completing the academy, unicorns appear. And these are more rapid-fire and long-range weapons of death. So evolution is underway here.

Oleg noted with a smile:

- What do you think, if the E series had been ready in 1943, would the Germans have had a chance?

Sashka muttered:

- It's empty talk - if only! Even in the battle of Tsushima there was a chance. At the very beginning of the battle, a shell from a twelve-inch gun exploded a few steps from the Japanese admiral Togo. And he wasn't even wounded. But if he had been killed, who knows how the battle would have ended!

Angelica noted:

- It would hardly be a victory, but the chances of breaking through to Vladivostok would increase. However, Admiral Makarov can also be recalled here. Russian battleships were blown up by mines five times during the war in the Pacific Ocean, but only one, the Petropavlovsk, sank, and it had to happen to the best Russian admiral, at least comparable to Ushakov. And superior to Nakhimov. It had to happen! - The teenage girl angrily shook her golden hair and continued. - But in this case, the entire course of world and Russian history would have been different!

Alice confirmed:

- Mendeleyev's son calculated that if the tsarist regime had been preserved within the borders of Russia in 1914, seven hundred million people would have lived on its territory by the end of the twentieth century. That's what the change of regime led to. Tsarist Russia would have been the most powerful country in the world, but now we are bleeding to death in stupid wars!

Sashka confirmed this:

- Yes, we missed opportunities. Although some, for example, believe that it would have been better if Prince Vladimir had accepted Islam. Then there would have been no drunkenness in Russia, and four wives, and the population would have multiplied faster, and the military spirit would have been stronger!

And the children took a deep breath together. And back to the game... Here is a new era, and already steamships and battleships, powerful guns with shells, and the first machine guns and mortars. Many other useful and cool things. Here are even the first, albeit primitive tanks. And they can be upgraded to ten machine guns per vehicle, which is cool.

Alice remarked gloomily:

- But that's already happened! It's pretty boring to run around in circles. Let's do it instead, let Oleg sing for us. I like his performance.

The boy genius replied with an angry tone:

- You have to pay for this! What will you give me? For free, alas, no!

Alice squeaked with a radiant and bright smile, like the sun:

- Do you want me to kiss you? You're a handsome man with a cute face!

Sashka clenched his full fists until the veins stood out and muttered:

- Don't even think about it! I'd rather sing. It would be much better, and I need to gather my strength.

Angelica said with a smile:

- So much the better! I suggest we all sing. It will be very quasaric! It is better to sing than to fight.

And the teenagers started singing with fury and smiles:

I, the boy son of the perfect Goddess,

Which will give you love...

Serve Lada with unchanging happiness,

And shed blood if necessary! And shed blood if necessary!


When she created the bright world,

She taught people to live in a heavenly world...

To throw evil off its great pedestal,

And may the hunter become the game! And may the hunter become the game!

A barefoot boy through the snowdrifts,

He laughs, grins and runs like an arrow...

He is devoted to the Lord's family until the grave,

A child's fist is as strong as granite! A child's fist is as strong as granite!

Once upon a time there was a boy, of course, an adult,

But again I found myself in the joys of childhood...

The red-haired girls cut their braids,

And the most beautiful oval of her face! And the most beautiful oval of her face!


How good it is to be a boy forever,

When you're young it's easy to breathe...

I am an adult at heart, maybe even too much,

In the hands of a child is a strong oar! In the hands of a child is a strong oar!


I feel so good barefoot in the summer,

The blade of grass gently peels off the heel...

I will call the enemies of Rus' to account,

After all, the power of the Family is a monolith! After all, the power of the Family is a monolith!


I can cut down enemies with a sword while playing,

And give no mercy to the orcs of the seven...

Nature blossoms in lush May,

And it seems that we have no problems! And it seems that we have no problems!


My girl has teeth like pearls,

She can fight with a sword, you know...

And the voice is so loud,

And our world, believe me, is a wonderful paradise! And our world, believe me, is a wonderful paradise!


Here the sun turns yellow in the clear sky,

And the nightingale trills...

Our Almighty Family is eternal in success,

And for him, let us raise our shield higher! And for him, let us raise our shield higher!


Yes, there is Svarog, Saint Yarilo,

They are the sons of God's Rod...

And believe me, there is such power seething in them,

They'll put an elephant down like an ant! They'll put an elephant down like an ant!


What do we children need tight shoes for?

We rush briskly down the hill barefoot...

There will be no hesitation in the battle,

And if necessary, we'll hit with our fist! And if necessary, we'll hit with our fist!


The Russian eagle tramples the land,

Both Nikolai and Alexander are everything...

Samson tears apart the enemy's mouth,

This is what life will be like in joy! This is what life will be like in joy!


The evil wolf sharpens his fang under the birch tree,

He wants to eat a Russian girl...

We will surely wipe away a tear from her cheek,

So that you don't get dirty! So that you don't get dirty!


Here communism is happiness on the planet,

The tsars will build a new USSR...

Where children will rejoice in happiness,

You are not a slave, but the greatest sir! You are not a slave, but the greatest sir!


Goddess Lada gave us light,

Created a world, beautiful love...

The sun rises - this is God Yarilo,

The radiant one will give warmth again! The radiant one will give warmth again!


Space will open new arms,

And we will fly quickly to the planets...

The girl will have an emerald dress,

The glorious cherub hovers above us! The glorious cherub hovers above us!


There will be no grief, old age or death,

We will live in happiness forever...

Although we remain children in body,

But we can accomplish a true feat! But we can accomplish a true feat!

We were not born for this, you know,

To be slaves of the evil and the slanted...

We will draw a city on this map,

Let's trample our bare feet in a run! Let's trample our bare feet in a run!

Here is the White God, our faithful patron,

He gives people bright goodness...

God Black, he is a powerful destroyer,

But the Slavs were lucky with him too! But the Slavs were lucky with him too!


So that we don"t forget how to fight in battle,

Let the great God Svarog give the sword...

We drank brave mead,

Run to the attack, the enemy is already at the gate! Run to the attack, the enemy is already at the gate!


No, children of Rod and the great Gods,

They will never kneel...

For the sake of the mighty and thousand-faced,

We will rule Russia forever! We will rule Russia forever!

Our city is the Great Glorious city of Kyiv,

Where the king of the Fatherland rules like God...

Goddess Lada became very sweet,

Her father is the Light Himself, the Supreme Rod! Her father is the Light Himself, the Supreme Rod!


We will make such beauty skillfully,

That the world will come like paradise...

And even this vodka will be sweet,

This Paradise will become extraordinary! This Paradise will become extraordinary!

Perun is the God who was called Zeus,

His trident, you know, is power...

And where can I find such a remedy, brothers?

To find this artifact help! To find this artifact help!


In good hands you can move mountains,

But the evil spirit burns the cities...

When the knight fought with Chernomor,

To conquer all is a great destiny! To conquer all is a great destiny!


I am the son of the greatest Goddess Lada,

Which gave birth to a host of cool Gods...

I am an eternal boy, a real warrior,

Which is higher than the wildest dreams! Which is higher than the wildest dreams!

Well, we'll take Paris and Vienna,

And we'll run through Berlin like a horse...

After all, there are big changes ahead,

We will go through pipes, water and fire! We will go through pipes, water and fire!


I will never hesitate to strike back,

I'll show you what a great boy I am...

The enemy will abandon his plan,

I will strike the enemy with a well-aimed arrow! I will strike the enemy with a well-aimed arrow!


The dragon is defeated by a mighty warrior,

Although the boy seems to be small in stature...

But it blows away even the clouds with its whistle,

Such a fighter has adopted the techniques! Such a fighter has adopted the techniques!


In short, he is a great knight,

He will throw a boomerang with his bare foot...

The hordes will be dispersed by a stormy wild onslaught,

Love for the Fatherland will be expressed in verses! Love for the Fatherland will be expressed in verses!

On Mars there will be the flag of Holy Russia,

And on Venus there is the USSR coat of arms...

We will make everyone in the universe happier,

Let's solve at least a million big problems! Let's solve at least a million big problems!

When Svarog restores order,

And we will lead the planet into space...

Let's sow a lot of pineapple beds,

We will save the Universe from disaster! We will save the Universe from disaster!


Let's forge swords for ourselves, believe me, they're cool,

Flashing steel like a thunderstorm...

Even though children's feet are bare in battle,

But the power of the Family is with us forever! But the power of the Family is with us forever!


In short, let's finish our trips to the stars,

We will conquer all the expanses of the Universe...

After all, believe me, it"s not too late to defeat your enemies,

We will be cooler than ancient Rome! We will be cooler than ancient Rome!

For Rod, for Svarog, light Lada,

We will spill the scarlet blood of the orcs...

And then there will be Solcenism as a reward,

Let's bring freedom to the universe! Let's bring freedom to the universe!


Then the Holy Rod will grant immortality,

And you will be forever young...

And you will have children born in happiness,

The great dream will come true! The great dream will come true!


For this the boy will draw his sword,

Will chop down orcs, trolls, all enemies...

And he won"t even get a bump in the battle,

In the Name of Rod and his Sons! In the Name of Rod and his Sons!


Then the time of Solntsinism will come,

Rod will rule over all the planets...

And the endless path of a beautiful life,

And let man be like God! And let man be like God!

That's how the teenagers sang, and then laughed. But singing does not mean that they were not playing at that moment. Quite the contrary. The game has become more interesting. They are already in the atomic age, even more modern than now. And combat robots, laser weapons and nanotechnology go into battle. And it is interesting and fun. And flying discs that send orange and green beams. Which melt and light literally everything, including grass, trees, and tanks with plutonium armor. But there is nothing new either. In fact, all these games are so similar to each other. And what can you learn from them. Perhaps historical strategies allow you to feel like Napoleon, Julius Caesar, or Zhukov. And you can play as Meinstein, or Rommel, or even Yamamoto!

Oleg noted with a sad look:

- That's how we waste time on games. You can't become famous for doing good things! - Here, however, the boy laughed and corrected himself. - More precisely, we should do good things, and not kill time!

Alice giggled and replied:

- That's true! But what else can you take from life? Or do you want to invent something? Maybe there's something better than just making people righteous. Isn't that right?

The boy was silent. There was also a lot of exciting stuff in the game. In particular, temples were built, which increased the impact on both the economy and military potential. Indeed, there are gods of war - Mars, Seth, Thor, and they help destroy the enemy and defend themselves. Which is really very interesting. And Orthodox churches, Catholic churches, mosques also play their role. You can even build a pyramid. And this will affect the military potential and the ability of soldiers to survive, or even be resurrected.

Yes, there are interesting games here... Which really captivate the young ones!

I remembered one such real-time strategy - half-historical and half-fantastic. But also extremely cool. Even if in its own way crazy.

The war continued with varying success. Sometimes the Romans would give in. Sometimes, on the contrary, the Macedonian regiments would come under fire from catapults and retreat. A paradoxical situation arose

a situation of dynamic equilibrium. And the scales swung from side to side, but did not deviate much from the middle. And the fight was in a ferocious manner. Although the tigresses are charming.

Natasha and Avgustina were fighting. The girl with blue hair against the girl with copper-red hair. And it was, I must say, a very brutal fight. But also beautiful and fragrant smells.

The girls' bodies were glistening with sweat, and the warriors were very beautiful. Beautiful, like ancient goddesses. It will be simply super!

And Svetlana and Zoya were beating each other with their hands and feet. And it was a very cruel sight. And the dead and wounded around them were also falling, the delightful, half-naked and muscular girls.

Both heavy infantry and light, beautiful girls went into battle. And they all climbed on each other. And it was beautiful and with great energy.

And they pierced the bodies with computers... Alexander the Great tried to go to the rear and go around the flanks. Because of which the front line was extended. Julius Caesar even ordered the slave girls to work with great energy

build bashin. And stamp out new troops, not allowing them to enter the rear. And to make troops in practically all directions.

The number of fronts was growing. And more and more troops were recruited. And there were extremely many of them and they were strong.

Julius Caesar noted with a chuckle:

- I already have millions of soldiers, it"s nice to have such an army!

Natasha, who was fighting with Augustina, shouted:

- Find yourself an assistant! Someone who is cool and smart!

Julius Caesar nodded vigorously with his strong-necked head:

- That's not a bad idea at all, having assistants! Right!

And the young man looked at the menu... It seemed to him that the choice of assistants was quite large. But there was no time to look closely. And Julius chose Hannibal right away. He almost won, but it was

in his time, Rome. And indeed an outstanding commander. And also Pompey. Julius knew the latter quite well, and even defeated him. See other not so famous and charismatic

in the old life there is simply no time. And it will be very super!

Next to Julius appeared the handsome, curly and tall Pompey and also quite large Hannibal, still young and not one-eyed. Both military leaders stood up straight and roared passionately:

- We are glad to help you, oh great one! More precisely, the greatest one!

Julius Caesar ordered in a harsh and aggressive tone:

- Hannibal to the left flank! Pompey to the right!

Both commanders bowed:

- We listen and obey, oh great one! We will take everyone and tear them apart!

And they turned around, jumped on the stallions brought by the girls, and galloped into battle. And this, I must say, was very cool.

Such military leaders would cut down mountains with a laser if necessary.

Julius Caesar quite logically remarked with a smart look:

- Even the great need helpers! It's bad when you're alone, like a snob.

Natasha and Augustine couldn't touch each other with their swords. They fought on equal terms. Strong girls and muscular. No army can stand against such. They will take everyone and really crush them into dust.

Natasha, delightedly showing off her sharp biceps, sang:

- One, two, three, four, five! One, two, three, four, five!

We will chop forever! We will chop forever!

Augustina, baring her teeth that sparkled like pearls, noted:

- What did you want? What did you want?

We are the children of lawlessness! We are the children of lawlessness!

Natasha, stamping her bare, chiseled, sexy feet, noted:

- We need to run our parameters in the hypermatrix and strengthen ourselves significantly! After all, we can become real supermen!

Augustina, vigorously twirling her luxurious hips, agreed:

- It's possible! Only the chase will be mutual. And that means no one will get an advantage anyway. And that can be fair.

Natasha angrily stamped her bare, graceful and beautiful foot:

- So it turns out to be a vicious circle! Isn't that how it will turn out?

Augustina agreed, baring her pearly teeth and winking:

- Yes, a vicious circle! However, at least we are immortal!

Natasha giggled and answered very energetically and forcefully:

-And absolutely immortal! Even if we die, we will be resurrected at any moment. And this is not a fairy tale, but a scientific fact.

And the girl just bursts out laughing. And shakes her abs.

The warriors fight again with wild frenzy. And sparks fly from the swords. And the shields collide with each other, and sparking also occurs. And quite energetic sparking occurs.

Natasha, with the smile of a carnivorous and aggressive cobra, noted:

- Victories await us! And we will show it literally to the whole world!

Augustina, stamping her bare, chiseled and graceful feet, replied:

- But a goddess cannot defeat an immortal Goddess equal to her! This is already an axiom. That's an axiom, not a theorem. Everything is super!

The girl with blue hair slashed at her opponent and squealed:

- Or maybe it's a theorem after all? The Pythagorean theorem about pants.

The girl with red hair also struck with her swords and roared:

- No, it's an axiom! We are equal! Although some of the equals are more equal!

Natasha quite logically noted with great energy and force:

- There are rarely draws in boxing. Although both boxers are strong and train. So who is equal, and who is more equal!

Augustina nodded her head energetically, like a fiery torch:

- I agree with that! Someone is at least a little bit stronger and in something!

Zoya, meanwhile, took a shin kick to the chin and winced. Yes, it wasn't very pleasant. But she also kicked her opponent in the stomach in response. Her bare heel dug into the chocolate bars.

The blow hit the steel-like abdominal muscles.

Svetlana answered with a laugh, baring her snow-white teeth:

- You're yawning! And if next time it's not a heel that flies in, but a projectile!

In response, Zoya roared loudly and furiously, with fighting force:

- And you're not a star either! And don't consider yourself a real goddess, girl!

Svetlana responded to this with great and colossal energy:

- Well, how else can I say it! We are all stars to some extent!

Zoya nodded energetically and forcefully, her head on a neck as strong as a horse"s:

- To some extent? Well then, let's rip the hot water bottle! And slaughter the goat!

And she went on the offensive... And her bare, tanned legs flashed.

And all around, warriors and warrioresses are clashing. Mutual destruction is simply taking place. And even mammoths, colliding, break each other's necks. By the way, mammoths, it must be said, and this is true,

with very large and curved tusks. And they make a very noticeable and military impression. Well, a mammoth is a large and hairy elephant. And nothing more... Isn't that right? Isn't that cool!

Yuliy looked through the options. It is possible, by paying with resources, of which there are many, to launch dinosaur clones into production. Now that is really interesting. Which turns out to be extremely aggressive.

And after the expansion and deepening of the mines, a lot of resources are extracted. And food, after the development of insect repellents, is in abundance. And before that, rodent repellents.

So why not try launching these huge reptiles?

Moreover, Alexander the Great is probably already starting something like this. The girls began to stamp their bare, sharpened feet.

Julius Caesar noted with an aggressive and active chuckle:

- Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure, I know for sure,

But you just have to be careful when crawling at night! Crawl at night!

And the greatest commander and ruler, who became a legend during his lifetime, and after two thousand years is known to every schoolchild, began to dial the code and options with highlighting

additional resources. Many people know this scammer code.

Well, if dinosaurs appear, they will trample the enemies. After all, this is a mass of a hundred tons for each slaughter carcass.

Oleg was distracted by his thoughts and did not notice how the enemy had already broken into his territory, that he needed to save himself.

However, here Sashka suddenly flared up and slammed his fist:

- Enough! We've played enough! Maybe we should do something serious?

Angelica, laughing and baring her pearl-like teeth, replied:

- What's so serious? Maybe we'll solve chess problems? Or come up with something else interesting.

The teenagers looked at each other and smiled. They have such sweet and gentle faces, not like adults and especially old people. But it's late and time to go their separate ways. Although Oleg is annoyed that his thoughts are flying in the clouds. Really, he should start something real scientific. Not waste time in stupidities.

The teenagers paid for the game and left the hall. It was already getting dark. And really, what was the point of them hanging around? The police might catch them.

Alice capriciously took it with colossal energy and fervently remarked:

- Why don't children have their own president? You must admit, it's so unfair and not cool! It would be very ugly and stupid!

Sashka agreed and slapped his sneaker-clad foot into the muddy puddle:

- Yes, this is really crap! And how are we worse than adults? We should create a parliament or a government for minors. The best for children!

Oleg nodded in agreement, vigorously shaking his head, which was white:

- Yes, that's right! For minors there are prisons, colonies, special schools, but no elected authorities. But it would be interesting to have our own children's mayor. And our own president, or prime minister, or even minister of internal affairs. And especially a minister of entertainment.

Angelica laughed and very energetically took and answered brightly:

- And maybe our own liquor and vodka industry. But we are somehow not the same... This is not allowed, that is not allowed. But we want a lot!

Alice took it and with great love and strength sang loudly:

The sun is shining above us, the sun is shining above us,

Not life, but grace... not life, but grace...

We're not quite children, we're not quite children,

We just need to walk! It's not enough for us to just walk!

And the four teenagers aggressively raised their fists with full knuckles. You can see how veins appear in the teenagers.

. CHAPTER #3.

The boys went their separate ways. Oleg and Angelica had not yet returned home, they looked into the laboratory. It was located in an abandoned house, or rather in its basement. There, the teenage geniuses were engaged in scientific work. And they wanted to create unique discoveries. Including those related to electronics.

Oleg was working on a microchip that could take control of a person's brain. And it was a very interesting idea. And that if you take control of a person's brain, it would be super. How good something like that would be for him personally. But the boy wanted first of all to put an end to crime and evil. Although, of course, there would be certain problems in this case too!

Oleg noted:

- Freedom or conscious necessity!

Angelica replied with a smile:

- And what specific need? Even if it is conscious. It's like loving the Motherland and the party? Or even mom and dad!

After which the teenagers got to work. If you're going to do something, do it with all your heart. And they started poking around with screwdrivers or something thinner.

And Oleg was building something. But his thoughts were in the clouds. This is what would have happened if there had been no war with Ukraine. Most likely, the same as usual. Occasionally they would shoot, thunder with rhetoric. Another couple of years, and then the power in Ukraine would have changed. And it was clear, like with Georgia - friendship for the sake of benefit.

And so millions were killed on both sides, and Russia spent money that could have built a real Eden. Well, more than a quadrillion rubles. And who needs it. Here Oleg will make such a self-replicating chip that people will never fight and kill each other. And peace will be achieved in the whole world. And not only that...

The boy wondered if he could gain absolute power himself? Become something like Emperor Palpatine, only not so ugly, of course? After all, why not become the Emperor of Earth?

Emperor is a beautiful word. And the crown is also a good thing. And his power will be even higher than the imperial power. Everyone will obey him, just as they did not obey the Lord God. After all, chips are capable of creating zones of rapport.

Is it right, though? I remember Raskolnikov decided to kill the old woman pawnbroker, because he thought he had the right. And for the sake of the future.

And absolute power can be used for good. Not like now, when people are constantly being restricted. And propaganda brainwashes itself with hatred and xenophobia. No, he will make Paradise on planet Earth. And there will be no more grief, wars, crime, hunger, and they will put an end to diseases. Even such a misfortune as cancer will not exist. And the time will come when they will put an end to old age.

Oleg thought that power really should be used wisely.

Well, Hitler made a mess of things a hundred years ago. Why? Because he believed that many people were not worthy of living. However, he was not the only one. Genghis Khan and Tamerland, and Stalin also looked at the world in black and white.

And they thought they knew how it should be. It should be noted that if someone claims to have the final truth, then this is genuine fascism. After all, there really is no such thing as absolute rightness, and everything depends on which side and bell tower you look at it from.

This way you can distort anything...

Now I remembered "Star Wars". Darth Sidious is basically right: good and evil are relative concepts. And it is sometimes very difficult to draw a line. Like what is democracy, and how does real democracy differ from unreal? After all, even in North Korea people are not driven to vote at gunpoint. Although, of course, they know little.

Sometimes ignorance plays a role. When propaganda can sell anything. And sometimes it is even a mistaken opinion, but it seems to be the truth squared.

Take religion, for example: it claims absolute truth, and sometimes even provides rational or quasi-rational arguments. But this does not mean that there is truth there. Take, for example, faith in God. If the Almighty exists, then why is there so much evil on Earth? And the main evil exists and people suffer because God likes it, or is He too weak to prevent evil and human suffering?

Well, okay, a boy doesn't have to think about it. And make up something like that.

Instead, the boy went and presented something else...

-Center forward Emmanuel enters the game.

The Snow Amazon rushed into battle, avoiding the fiery ocean, and from where this beast could emit such stormy streams of flame, she jumped onto the head of the piranha.

From behind, she heard a scream, the tongue of hell covered their little friend, the child-president Vladimir Putin.

The girl Emmanuel didn't pay attention. She simply struck with a dagger, from time to time changing her point of support, moving away from the plasma clots of the dragon's head. When the skin, which is twenty times stronger than the armor of the Ambram-s tank, can be cut, everything goes incomparably easier. The piranha's head flew off, spurting out bluish-lilac blood.

The next grinning cauldron to be knocked down by the boy-president Trump was the head of a tiger, Emmanuelle knocked down the head of a boar. Dying, the monster changed tactics. Instead of hot lava, liquid helium poured from its mouth, a monstrous cold froze the loins. Barefoot, graceful, girlish feet splashed on the helium, Emmanuelle sequestered the dragon's head,

The boy-president Trump in turn rushed at the cobra. It stuck out its poisonous tongue, a swing of the sword and the tongue was drummed. Having flown a couple of dozen meters, it crashed into a crystal palm, hissed and went limp.

The boy-president Trump cut the hood, and then with several strong blows he cut off the thick neck. Barefoot Emmanuelle, in turn, successfully dealt with the dragon's head. At the last moment, the monster managed to release several warriors with curved swords. But for man-made terminators, this is nothing. Half a dozen swings and done. The last fighter was knocked down by a sword thrown from above. The fight was over, smiling, half-naked Emmanuelle glanced to the side and winked playfully.

-And here is our child-president Vova Putin. Frankly, I'm tired of waiting for him, but look, he learned to fly.

The child president, waving his sword, babbled:

-I am a vampire by mentality, and vampires all fly!

- Don't believe everything you hear from your enemies. They build their calculations by fooling fools.

Emmanuelle tapped the girl queen's head with her bare toe.

Child-President Putin spun around awkwardly, his skin a blister, his eyes glowing like emerald stones in his crimson face. His arms spun like the wings of a windmill caught in a hurricane.

Emmanuel took it and sang:

-Doing something you're not supposed to do is sweeter than even ice cream. Maybe Donald and I should become vampires.

The boy president giggled and agreed:

-It's never too late! But how much blood will you need, tigress?

-Not many. About five or six barrels! I can't eat more!

The girl-queen Emmanuelle made childish jokes, which did not quite fit with her image.

Trump suggested dryly:

-Let's look at the princess instead.

The girl they rescued climbed a palm tree and became slightly frozen to the trunk; they had to carefully remove her.

How did she even manage to survive? Her tanned golden-bronze skin was covered with hot and cold burns, glass plants left numerous cuts and wounds. She was wearing only a thin piece of pink fabric that did not cover her hips and only emphasized the grace of her lines. However, the attentive eye of the boy-president Trump immediately determined that this girl had recently been wearing jewelry and precious stones. She was in a semi-fainting state, but tried to hold herself with dignity.

-Who are you!

As it seemed to her in Russian, said the girl-queen Emmanuel. However, the snowy Amazon did not really believe in the success of the interrogation. The answer unexpectedly sounded in an understandable language.

-I am the queen of Avarasad!

The barefoot girl shook her head proudly, her golden hair falling over her bare shoulders.

-And I am the goddess of war!

The girl-queen Emmanuelle rubbed her hands with hot snow. Then she extended her palm to the naked queen. She stared at it in confusion.

Emmanuel, with a huge smile, said:

- An outstretched hand is a symbol of trust for us. The warrior seems to say, my hand is empty, I am unarmed. And you need to extend your hand in response.

- I understand! The queen said with exaggerated softness. And rubbing the itchy sole of her bare foot, she added.

-We express similar thoughts by making a figure eight with our finger, clockwise.

Emmanuelle exclaimed with delight:

- Excellent! It looks like you've been overthrown by a usurper.

Avarasada was at a loss.

-What makes you think that?

The girl-queen of the space empire answered logically:

- It's elementary, you're not going to claim that you're walking naked in this crazy forest for your own pleasure.

The Queen in Exile trembled all over.

-We need to leave this place immediately, otherwise...

- Get on my back! Shouted the boy-president Trump.

-Emmanuel will carry the baby president.

The exiled queen did not object, she was shaking all over and she could hardly contain her moans. Warrior Trump felt her abs tense, her muscular legs twitching convulsively. The queen's bare feet were black and burnt, covered with blisters. After running through the hot snow, the girl was badly hurt. Boy President Trump felt a mixture of pity and lustful desire, which was awakened by the naked flesh tightly clinging to her neck and shoulders. Of course, this is the queen, and you have the body of a teenage athlete, who is full of hormones.

And he took it and sang with great enthusiasm:

In America for the whole country,

In America for the whole country,

In America for the whole country,

Opportunities are equal!

Opportunities are equal for different strata of society!

We'll get to the moon! To the moon!

Here is a new dimension. In it, the boy-terminator Trump is up to something. In particular, Hitler decided to change plans. And instead of attacking the Caucasus, he strengthened Rommel's group. New tank and motorized divisions were transferred there. And on the eastern front, the Nazis went on the active defense. As a result, the first blow was delivered to Malta. The Germans bombed the English base, and having landed troops, they captured its remains. And thus they provided themselves with the opportunity to freely transfer forces to Tunisia and Libya. Which they began to do with great energy.

In Nazi Germany, the T-4 with a longer barrel entered service and, of course, the machine is quite dangerous. It will penetrate even the Matilda-2 in the forehead. And this machine is being transferred to Africa. On the Eastern Front, the Soviet troops suffered a defeat during the Kharkov offensive. And temporarily went on the defensive. And the Germans took Tolbuk on the move, and developed the offensive. This time, Rommel did not pause, but drove the British, immediately capturing Alexandria, and the Nile Delta, and the Suez Canal. Johann Marseille became a new star in the Luftwaffe. And having shot down more than one hundred and fifty aircraft, he became the second German pilot to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Silver Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds.

His victories were a miracle. And the fascists, developing their success, captured Palestine and Iraq with Kuwait. These were English possessions. The local population greeted the Germans as victors and liberators.

Stalin tried to help Britain and threw part of his troops into battle using the headquarters reserves prepared for the offensive.

But they failed to recapture Iraq, and Türkiye entered the war against the USSR.

And the Nazis took advantage of the noise to seize the entire Middle East. And now they have a lot of oil.

The Nazis also took Sevastopol - also a major success. Soviet troops tried to attack in the Rzhev-Sychovsky direction, and were able to wedge in. But the Nazis restored their position with a powerful counterattack.

And then Japan won the Battle of Midway and captured the Hawaiian Archipelago. And after that, its troops launched an offensive on India and captured it. The Japanese delayed opening the front in the Far East for too long. And they didn"t dare to do it, even with the winter approaching. The Soviet troops tried to attack in the center, but to no avail, and in the Kharkov direction. And Hitler finally declared total war. And he began to gather forces, especially armored ones. The production of new vehicles went into series. In addition to those tanks that were in real history, the "Lion" also appeared. This vehicle resembled a large "Panther" or "Tiger"-2 in shape, with such colossal power. This mastodon with a 105-millimeter cannon with a barrel length of 70 EL weighed ninety tons, and made an impression. The engine of a thousand horsepower provided the "Lion" with satisfactory running characteristics. And the car somehow moved, and was well protected not only in the front, but also on the side. It became a universal means of breakthrough.

The Nazis began their offensive in early June. The roads had just dried out and new equipment had arrived. Since the bombing of the Third Reich had almost ceased, the production of weapons was higher than in real history. In addition, the German infantry avoided the defeats that occurred in real history, and fewer skilled workers had to be called up for the army. And this also contributed to the growth of tank production.

Especially many "Tigers" were produced. These machines did not have rational angles of inclination and were easy to assemble. And in battles they proved themselves to be very formidable monsters. The Soviet line of defense in the Kursk direction was broken through. And tigers are, of course, the highest level of aerobatics.

And the "Panther" is not a bad machine, just a little weakly protected from the sides. It is a real alternative and a fight against T-34s. The fascists also have "Ferdinands" with a powerful 88-millimeter cannon. And the Soviet troops are bending, and the fascists are moving towards Voronezh. And in the sky, Johann Marseille is raging - an ace phenomenon. For three hundred downed aircraft, he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds again. And for five hundred downed aircraft, he was also awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds.

Just imagine what a winged monster it was. It wasn't afraid of anyone and climbed into the very heat.

Well, two female pilots appeared, Albina and Alvina. And they also took on the Soviet planes so well that just debris was flying. Now that's extremely cool.

Albina roared:

- I am a hellish phenomenon!

And Alvina, while shooting down the Soviet plane, said:

- And I am a heavenly phenomenon!

These are the charming girls here. Who shoot down planes in their Focke-Wulfs and pound ground targets.

Overall, the battles are developing roughly as in 1942. Except that the Germans surrounded Voronezh using their powerful tanks. And the Soviet troops fought for another eight days in complete isolation, and then went on a breakthrough. And most of them died.

And the fascists turned south and moved along the Don River. The Nazis had great forces. The troops were not knocked out, not seriously beaten, and with a professional army that shows outstanding class. And the Germans are advancing. The Tiger-2 tank entered production in June - a very powerful and combat vehicle, which, unlike real history, had better armor and therefore was more effective and moved better.

It is extremely difficult to cope with the Germans. By the way, a more powerful engine of a thousand horsepower was created for the Tiger-2, which gave good running characteristics to this mastodon and allowed it to become an effective means of breakthrough.

So the Germans really did saddle the Soviet positions. And they were getting closer and closer to Stalingrad. Soviet troops and the local population created a strong line of defense there. And when the fascists approached in August, they got bogged down in stubborn battles on the approaches to the city. There were also counter battles. In early September, the assault on Stalingrad itself began.

This time the Germans were quite well prepared. In particular, they had a "Sturmtiger" with a 380-mm rocket launcher, and that's serious, so to speak. And it literally devastated entire neighborhoods of Stalingrad.

Well, of course, how powerful is that? Extremely combative and threatening effect.

This time the Nazis were attacking Stalingrad not only from the north, but also from the south. And they were advancing in descending directions. Hitler decided that the most convenient route to Baku was along the Caspian Sea coast. And not to climb through the Caucasus ridge, as it was in real history in 1942. This time the fascists were attacking correctly and according to textbooks. And it was very difficult for Stalingrad to resist.

The Fritz got a very good tank "Panther"-2, which showed its amazing power and good running characteristics. So the Red Army had a very hard time. And these big cats literally tormented the Soviet troops. And this developed extreme activity. And the Germans used new bombers Ju-288, carrying up to six tons of bombs in the overload version and four in the normal one. The machine also had a decent speed for a bomber of six hundred and fifty kilometers per hour.

It is not so easy for Soviet fighters to catch up with it, especially the Yak-9 and LA-5. Only the LA-7 could have caught up with such a machine for sure, it was still only being developed. As was the Yak-3. And even the latter could not have gone into production in conditions when the USA and Britain practically stopped supplying high-quality duralumin.

And of course, the question to Japan - isn't it time? The German samurai united in Pakistan, where Hitler's troops entered, and the Axis powers formed a common border. And Hitler says to Hirohito - isn't it time?

The Japanese emperor wanted to say that winter was coming, but then he thought that further delays in the invasion would make the samurai scavengers. And he gave the order - it's time. And on October 1, the second front opened in the Far East. And the situation became critical.

Then finally the boy-president Trump decided to enter the war on the side of the USSR. Also four teenagers not yet fourteen years old: Oleg, Sashka, Alisa, and Angelica decided to enter the war. More precisely, it was not so much that they decided, as that they were given such an opportunity. And they are not just teenagers, but also child prodigies.

And they gave battle - Trump, Oleg and Alisa in Stalingrad, which was still fighting and defending itself, and Sashka and Angelica in Primorye, in the direction of Japan's main attack.

Warrior children, as they say in this case, are always ready!

Two boys and a girl landed in Stalingrad. The city had already been heavily destroyed by the Nazis and almost completely captured. The last houses, reduced to ruins, were still defending themselves.

And here, in the middle of the smoke, the young fighters landed on bare feet. And immediately opened fire from blasters. And this, I must say, was quite a deadly effect.

And the blasters they brought with them were not simple ones, but hyperchronoradiation ones. And the German soldiers began to turn into boys of six or seven years old, who, flashing their bare heels, began to run away. This is truly a weapon of the widest impact. And the tanks and self-propelled guns at the same time turned into very appetizing cakes with roses. And the planes and formidable attack aircraft were transformed into cakes in chocolate, or in biscuit cream.

Alice stamped her bare foot and noted:

- This is transformation through love!

Boy Trump gurgled:

- We will make the world beautiful!

Indeed, the hyperchronoblasters worked. And their effect was simply magnificent. And they transformed everything and gave it a delicious and beautiful appearance.

And as a result, the fascist attack on Stalingrad was choked. And both army groups: A and B, became something extremely childish and cheerful, and the technology acquired really useful properties. This is, so to speak, an outstanding passage, battles with high super technologies.

And Sashka and Angelica did the same thing in essence. And their transformative power was colossal. It should be noted that the Japanese boys became blond and ran away shouting - banzai.

And cakes and pastries had their own unique specificity. And this should be noted very well, plus donuts in chocolate and raisins. This is what German and Japanese technology turned into.

Having dealt with several German and satellite armies near Stalingrad and in the city itself, the boys and girl moved to other front lines.

The transformation of German soldiers into obedient boys and girls began. Who slapped their bare feet and bowed in fear. And the equipment turned into very appetizing and tasty things. And the children had fun.

Not only did the boys and girls blast away with hyperchronoblasters, they also launched deadly bubbles with their bare toes. And they also performed transformations.

The Japanese tried to attack Alma-Ata, invading Kazakhstan. But Sashka and Angelica were transported there. And they started making transformations there. This is how the Japanese were transformed, and what their regiments were turning into, becoming hordes of children. On whom they hung the Octobrist badges and they were already marching in formation to the beat of drums.

Trump, Oleg and Alisa walked along the front line. They visited Leningrad. And there they turned German and their satellite divisions into children's detachments with drums and October badges. And then they began to march, sparkling with their small, childish, slightly dusty heels.

That was great and cool. And that's how men become little, cute boys. How wonderful it looks. And they march, stamping their steps. It really is like the transformation of Russian Gods.

And so along the entire front line - where there were adult soldiers, boys appeared and a small number of girls from women who had been transformed. It looked so great and cool. And the same with the Japanese. Such a wonderful transformation. And if a giant cake appears from tanks, especially such as the "Lion", then this is such a huge joy. And let's say it this way - just hyper and super. Miracles of miracles. And Trump, the former US President who became a boy, sings:

Glory to our America,

The best country in the world...

The fascists' hysteria will perish,

Satan is caught in a snare!

Well, of course, Trump, Oleg and Alisa flew on a magic carpet to Berlin. And along the way, they continued to make transformations. In particular, why not use hyperchronoblasters to make old men and women younger. They are so outwardly disgusting, and their heads don't work well.

And since Trump wants it, so it will be. And in order not to overdo it, they set a norm in the Soviet territories. And let's rejuvenate everyone over twenty. Oleg actually noted:

- Let's make them sixteen years old.

Alice asked:

- Why so radical?

The boy space terminator replied:

- So that they don't shave! It's very unpleasant and disgusting to shave!

Trump confirmed:

- That's right! As a former adult, I know! It's incredibly disgusting!

Oleg took and pressed the button of the hyperchronoblaster. And let it move, trying to cover an area of many hundreds of square kilometers. And the transformation really does occur. And how delightful it is when old men and women, rather nasty and so unpleasant to look at, turn into beautiful teenagers. Which is extremely great. However, even at thirty, especially in men, bellies, bald spots, double chins, wrinkles often appear, and it would be nice for them to look younger. And women lose their attractiveness with age. Some especially heavy drinkers are already worn out at thirty. And they are also happy to return to their youth.

And the space special forces soldiers did such a great job.

And they fly everywhere and try to cover as much surface as possible. This is truly total rejuvenation. And you can't say it's weak - on the contrary, it's cool!

And the two boys Trump and Oleg and the girl Alisa began to sing:

Where does childhood go?

To which cities...

We found a cool remedy,

To get there again!


Aiming the chronoblaster,

And by pressing the button...

I know we will get happiness,

Everyone, tuck your stomachs in!


Both in winter and in summer,

Expect unprecedented miracles...

We will be children again,

Forever here!


Barefoot through puddles,

And in a crowd by the stream...

We won't grieve,

Me as a child!


I believe the time will come,

We control it...

The century throws down the burden,

With a dream we will win!


To be young at heart,

And finally with the body...

We create a miracle,

The old man is now a youth!

Let's make a planet,

There will be a wonderful sky...

With endless summer,

New Year!


The vastness of space,

We will inevitably conquer...

Let's move the mountains,

The power of a heavenly cherub!


Wrinkles will go away,

And the years that have passed...

We won't turn our backs,

Let's be gentlemen ourselves!


I believe in the universe,

Progress will reign...

With a new idea,

To hell with stress!


I believe it will come,

Sacred Communism...

They will break the fangs of the beast,

Fascism will disappear into darkness!


And there will be joy for people,

For a thousand centuries...

Let evil old age disappear,

Without any nonsense!


Both in winter and in summer,

Let's run barefoot...

With endless childhood,

With an eternally youthful fist!


Let's have some fun,

Play different games...

Be your own judge,

With the number five!


I believe it will happen,

Science will give carte blanche...

Immortality will come,

Anyone will get a chance!


To the heights of communism,

We will surely come to the light...

In the name of eternal life,

Let's save our dream!


And there will be in the universe,

A wonderful, wonderful paradise...

And with unchanging power,

You, young man, dare!


And then, to happiness,

Never know the end will come...

And the sciences of power,

You are forever a fresh youth!

That's how they made the entire European part of the USSR and Eastern Europe younger, and turned weapons into all sorts of large and tasty confectionery products.

Well, and of course it didn't hurt to transform Hitler himself. He turned out to be a pretty nice preschool boy. At first he was lightly spanked for educational purposes. And then he was sent to a camp for children to work and study. And everything was fine. Of course, Hitler got a chance at a new life, or rather not a chance, but a new life.

Sashka and Angelica did the same thing in Japan. Hirohito became a boy and went to a children's camp to be raised. So everything was pretty cool.

After which the children's team began to rejuvenate the entire planet. There is really nothing worse than old age. And it disfigures people so much.

Trump, Oleg, Sashka, Alisa and Angelica flew off in different directions, producing a total rejuvenation of people. To make everyone no older than sixteen years old. And this should be noted very well. Especially when the Hyperchronoblasters work at full power, and cover wide areas. And rejuvenate people to adolescence and maidenhood.

The child geniuses flew, performed miracles of an unheard-of level and sang, and their voices were clear and full-sounding, and the song inspired inexhaustible optimism and hope.

Humanity is in great sorrow,

I guess everyone thinks about him!

Tears were shed for this sea,

Fear burns a person with fire!


Year after year, a caravan crawls,

The old woman rubs henna into her cheeks!

And something happened to the maiden"s slender figure,

I don't understand where wrinkles come from!


Why is the crown of nature bright,

The creator of machines must suddenly fade away!

He who harnessed the power of the wind to the cart,

Can't cope with evil aging!


The beauty becomes ugly,

And the hero is wasting away before our eyes!

Any nasty weather now,

And at night I am tormented by wild fear!


But I don"t believe that there is no salvation,

Man is capable of arguing with God!

So that a friendly family becomes eternal,

May the road up the steep mountain go easily!


Old women will no longer have wrinkles,

Let's make old age retreat in disgrace!

And the man of progress is a powerful son,

Looks at the pinnacle of life with a bright gaze!


And the beauty will be endless,

The days will flow like a river in full flow!

Human kindness will be shown,

After all, the heart will become pure and noble!


Believe, new pleasure will come,

Wisdom will increase with age!

After all, ice does not settle in a young body,

Like a schoolboy, eager to get A's!


Look for the mark above,

You can retake the exam at least a hundred times!

And you can eat Easter cakes with honey,

Well, become an old girl now!

. CHAPTER #4.

Sure, it's a great adventure and reproduction. But why not make it even cooler?

Especially in a fairy tale world where Trump is just a boy. And it's really hyper. Really, what hasn't he done here. A wonderful boy of the ultra level!

And as a rule he fights barefoot and in shorts. That's the example.

And it must be said that there is a place to fight. And for a bright future for America.

Here's another alternative history.

After Roosevelt's death, Truman and his team decided - while the Third Reich was still resisting somehow, to make peace with it and start a war with the USSR. Churchill agreed to this. And on April 15, 1945, American aviation dealt a powerful blow to the Soviet troops. Especially to the bridgehead in which the units ready to storm Berlin had accumulated. And this blow was simply crushing.

The Allied coalition not only began military operations against the USSR, but also freed all of Hitler's soldiers from captivity and gave the Third Reich the opportunity to produce new weapons.

The fighting unfolded with renewed vigor. The Allied forces, together with the Nazis, began to advance on Vienna. Large masses of tanks were used in the battle. The fighting showed that the American Sherman was not inferior to the T-34 in terms of combat performance. Their armor thickness was approximately comparable. But the viscous American armor was better in quality. Despite the smaller caliber, the Sherman's gun was not inferior due to the higher-quality shell. And the American tank had a larger supply of shells. In addition, the Sherman won due to the hydraulic stabilizer, which significantly increased the tank's efficiency when firing on the move. And the optics, viewing devices and communications in the American vehicle were better.

The Sherman also had its drawbacks - too high a silhouette. But this improved visibility. Although it made the tank more noticeable. But the Sherman's engine worked very quietly, unlike the roaring T-34. And this gave the American vehicle an advantage in the offensive.

And the English most mass-produced tank "Churchill" with approximately equal armament significantly surpasses the T-34-85 in armor. Moreover, it had an advantage over the IS-2 in this. The American "Pershing" surpasses the Soviet vehicle in armament, as well as in armor. That is, the balance of forces here was not very good for the USSR.

The Allies and the Wehrmacht have more tanks and self-propelled guns, and they are of better quality. And there is more aviation, and it is more powerful. The American B-29 has no opponent for the USSR at all. So, they thrash the enemy thoroughly. And they bomb Soviet positions. And the Allies' fighters are more powerfully armed and faster. The engines are more powerful and the armor is thicker, and there are more aircraft cannons and machine guns. So the Soviet troops had a hard time. Well, and the Germans came too. Their newest HE-162, simple to produce and with better flight characteristics, went into battle. And it is even more impossible to resist them.

And the Soviet aviation turned the sky into a sheepskin. In infantry, the Allies together with the Germans also had an advantage. And of course, the Americans and the British are much more mobile. So the USSR has a problem here too. And the German MP-44 is better than the Soviet one, and the American assault rifle "Garand" is also more practical. And the USSR has not yet developed the Oka.

So the Soviet troops began to press hard and everywhere. And they had no chance.

True, the Soviet infantry had more combat experience than the allies and in more difficult conditions. And it was more hardened. Plus, the command staff is not so simple. So they had to reorganize on the fly.

The fighting unfolded with furious force. The Allies launched their main attack in Austria. And they managed to achieve success. Vienna fell. The Soviet troops retreated. Until they reached the old, very well-fortified positions in Hungary, where they stopped the coalition. Reinforcements were also thrown into the battle.

The situation for the USSR was complicated by the fact that Finland had again entered the war against it, diverting some of its forces. However, this even suited Stalin: we will return all the territories of the Russian Empire.

What an interesting message. In May, the USSR began producing new IS-3 tanks with a very well-protected turret. Soviet troops were forced to abandon the bridgehead behind the Oder, but instead took up a convenient defensive line in the center.

Therefore, the allies with the Third Reich could only conduct an offensive further south. After a month and a half of fighting, it became obvious that the allies would not see a quick victory. They did not have such a big advantage in forces and means. And the enemy, hardened by four years of the great war, resisted very stubbornly.

In June, Soviet troops tried to counterattack. But the Nazis and the Allies had too much of an advantage in the air. Of course, the USSR could not compete in aviation. Moreover, after the end of Lend-Lease, the Reds had an acute shortage of duralumin and copper in the military-industrial complex. And not only that. They had to reduce the production of the Yak-3 and LA-7 in favor of the simpler Yak-9.

This, of course, reduced the quality of aviation. Moreover, the last plane was weakly armed with only one aircraft cannon. And it lost to more powerful German and Western machines.

The battles dragged on. The allies bombed the territory of the USSR, especially Leningrad. And Moscow, despite its powerful air defense, got its share.

The Nazis had a jet bomber, the Arado, in production and they now had enough fuel for it. And Soviet fighters couldn't even catch up with a similar machine. Huffman received a second award for four hundred downed planes: the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds. And that's a serious impact.

The Nazis came to life and tried to counterattack. But the Oder is not so easy to overcome. But in July a major offensive began in Hungary.

Large forces were involved here. For the first time, the British used the "Tortilla" tank en masse. This vehicle was well protected not only in the frontal part, but also on the side. One hundred and seventy millimeters of side armor for that time was very decent. And the Soviet T-34s could not knock out this tank.

True, its speed is low - only twenty kilometers per hour, but as an infantry support vehicle it is ideal.

The Germans first used the E-100 machine with more or less satisfactory running characteristics, and the E-25 self-propelled gun. Combat practice showed that the E-100 machine was too expensive and heavy, and not so good. But the squat E-25 with an original layout scheme, inexpensive, very mobile, is not bad. It was released with a Panther gun, which allowed the machine to be laid down to a height of only one and a half meters, and this justified itself. As well as large angles of rational inclination, with low weight. The E-25 was a successful development, especially in terms of ergonomics and low visibility. Plus, it is easy to produce and cheap. So the self-propelled gun went into large-scale production.

The battles also showed that the Pershing and the screened Sherman were quite good. And they were suitable as a means of breakthrough. And now the allies were advancing in earnest.

By the end of August, Budapest had been recaptured from the Soviet troops. More than half of Hungary was taken under control. The situation was aggravated by Turkey's entry into the war. The Ottomans wanted to take revenge for all their defeats and, of course, became more active. And they managed to achieve something.

In September, the Allies and the Third Reich loomed over from the southern flank. The Soviet troops also gave in in Yugoslavia. There was already such a thing - the enemy could not escape.

But it was still far from the borders with the USSR. So Trump also began to participate in this war. He joined the Luftwaffe as a pilot, and being an eternal teenager of about fourteen, he decided to collect bills. And his abilities were very great. And how did he get away from the Soviet troops, only fragments flew. Well, Trump is a monster.

The Soviet troops gradually retreated. They were hit in the air and pressed by tanks. In October and November, due to the threat of encirclement, the Red Army retreated from the Oder and crossed the Vistula. Thus, preserving its forces and avoiding encirclement from the south, when the front in Hungary was broken through. And in December of 1945, the Nazis took the capital of Yugoslavia, Belgrade. Also, the Allied troops entered Bulgaria and Romania. The King of Romania, Michael, betrayed the USSR. And his troops hit the Red Army in the back. As a result, in January, the Soviet troops finally left the Balkans. And Trump brought the number of downed planes to five hundred and received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds. And the first to shoot down five hundred planes was Huffman and he was awarded the Order of the German Eagle with diamonds. Now that was a spin.

The Germans also introduced the medium tank E-50, which was named "Panther"-3, into production. The vehicle turned out to be heavy - sixty-three tons, but well protected in the front and, due to the powerful engine accelerating up to 1200 horsepower, quite mobile. Its turret was narrow and the frontal armor thickness was two hundred millimeters, and the front was one hundred and fifty millimeters and at a large angle. The side armor was somewhat weaker at eighty-two millimeters with slopes. In general, it should be noted that the frontal protection was good, the gun was 88 millimeters and 100 EL long or 105 millimeters and 70 EL long and a powerful mask.

This vehicle could create problems for the IS-3, especially if you hit the hull. Although there was a chance of a ricochet.

But the IS-3 was a rather complex vehicle to manufacture, and the USSR still produced the IS-2, which was much less well protected in the front. But the armament was the same. And the 0.122-mm cannon was dangerous even if it didn't penetrate the armor. Although the German Panther-3 was more brutal and powerful.

By March, Soviet troops had retreated to the old border of the USSR, but still held part of Poland beyond the Vistula. It was not easy to force such a full-flowing river. But it was possible to bomb at a distance. The Nazis finally put the TA-400 with jet engines into production. It developed a speed that allowed it to evade Soviet fighters. And it flew long distances, it could bomb Russian factories both in the Urals and beyond the Urals.

And this car got everyone without exception and had no equal.

And in April, the Ju-488 appeared - a machine that surpassed the American B-29 in speed by a hundred kilometers. And it was also almost unattainable.

The Americans launched the Pershings into production, as well as the more powerful Super Pershings, and things got really scary. The only answer to this was the SU-100 - a pretty good self-propelled gun, so to speak. Which created problems for the Allied troops. So the drying was gaining momentum. And the T-54 had not yet entered production.

And Trump was steering and pedaling. He set a new record, beating Huffman and shooting down seven hundred and fifty aircraft. For which he received the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds. Becoming the third ace to be awarded such a high award. Wow, Trump, he really is cool. And the Soviet troops are having a hard time with him.

Nevertheless, it is very difficult to break through the Red Army's defense. Especially since the allied forces are not particularly eager to attack. Will a well-fed American or Englishman really attack the enemy's well-fortified positions? And die there?

Maybe tanks will still go, but infantry won"t.

So the battles began to drag on. May of 1946 was spent in small skirmishes and a slow-moving front line. The Allies and the Third Reich temporarily went on the defensive to finish off Japan, which was still resisting. And the USSR did not have an atomic bomb. And the US had slowed down its work on it and it was clear that it was not that simple. So Japan was still resisting. And it was necessary to land troops. And bomb!

Donald Trump temporarily moved to the Japanese section of the front and began to strike from there. And to strike, including at ground targets. It should be noted that the boy-terminator worked very energetically. And explosive columns flew into the sky, and burning dust settled. And howitzers turned over, and mortars and bomb throwers exploded. This is how the battle took place.

Trump even went and sang:

USA, USA, USA, USA,

You are the coolest country in the world!

You are controlled by the frantic Trump,

The enemy will get a punch in the nose from Trump!

And he really did beat the Japanese. For a thousand downed planes, and Donald was the first among the aces to reach this figure, this eternal boy-terminator was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds. That was really cool and awesome.

And Japan was squeezed both on land and at sea. A massive landing of troops began. Under these conditions, Hirohito, the Emperor of Japan, declared capitulation in exchange for a guarantee of his life. And in July of forty-sixth year, the Land of the Rising Sun took and capitulated.

After which the allies were finally able to untie their hands and powerful missile and bomb strikes fell upon the USSR. And in August of 1946, an offensive began in the Lvov direction. Using the factor of overwhelming superiority in the air, the allied troops and the Third Reich failed the defense. In early September, the Soviet troops left Lvov and retreated to Vinnitsa and Zhitomir. There was another powerful line of defense there. Moldova also came under their control and in early October, the allied forces began to storm Odessa.

In view of the threat of a flank attack, the Soviet troops retreated from the Vistula beyond the Neman. Pro-American sentiments were growing among the Poles. The Red Army was being squeezed. And it was getting more and more difficult and bad. And Trump's tally of downed vehicles was growing. He was a real child-terminator. And try to cope with him. How will he get over his wild frenzy. By the end of November, torrential rains poured down and the allies slowed down a bit. In any case, the battle was still going on. And especially in the air. The Nazis had a jet bomber Ju-287 with forward-swept wings that increased the Mach number. And this bomber had good maneuverability. And it kept on pounding.

The fascists gave no quarter in the sky. And neither did the Americans and the British. But the Germans surpassed the allies in quality. They had the ME-262 in modification X, which developed a speed of 1150 kilometers per hour, had swept wings and powerful jet engines. And this machine had no equal in the sky and had five 30-millimeter aircraft cannons. Soviet aviation could not stand up to such machines. And the German aces very dashingly collected scores.

Trump managed to shoot down both Pokryshkin and Kozhedub. And they almost died. Only the pilot Anastasia Vedmakova was such a cool and red-haired sorceress that they couldn't shoot her down. But this girl clearly had a loose tongue. And she was arrested by the NKVD. And that was also a strong move.

After her arrest, Anastasia was searched by three women in the presence of five men. They stripped her naked and began to examine all her natural orifices with their hands in rubber gloves. And they did it humiliatingly and meticulously. Then they took prints not only from her fingers, but also from her lips and bare soles, rolling them with a roller with black ink. They photographed her in profile, full-face, half-sideways, from behind and full-length naked. And that's just the beginning.

Then they started to rewrite various signs. This is also humiliating. The red-haired girl in the suit was completely naked, being examined by men and women. But that's not all. Then they rolled a gynecological chair into the room. And the search was resumed. The male doctor stuck a huge paw into her womb of Venus and stuck it almost entirely. And literally tore it into pieces. And it was very painful and humiliating. He pressed down to the pelvic bone. And almost tore it. He tore off the tender skin. And the same thing already in the anus. How humiliating. But Anastasia is a four-time Hero of the USSR - the first and only pilot to shoot down more than a hundred planes. And they mock her.

Of course, hands in rubber gloves also climbed into her mouth, and this was right after they climbed there - very hyenic and disgusting. Annastasia threw up. And then they took her naked to the shower. There they washed her with a hose, sprinkled her with chlorine, the female guard climbed into her mouth again checking carefully. Well, and they didn't dress her like that. They sent her to the cell with the criminals, so in Eva's costume completely naked. And they didn't even give her bedding.

The criminals, seeing her well-built, muscular, seductive body, tried to approach her, but got their comeuppance. And retreated.

And the girl remained even more inaccessible and distant in her proud nakedness.

And the war continued. In December of 1946, there were new bombings of Moscow. And it all looked extremely bloody. Especially when they dropped napalm bombs. They fly across the streets of Moscow and a whole block bursts into flames at once. This makes an indelible impression. Indeed, if it burns, it burns. And at the same time, women, children and old people burn. However, the latter can be said to have suffered enough. Yes, it is really America that is driving and pedaling. And try to speak out against Trump - he will burn everything to the ground.

The US President is a real monster. Although he looks like a boy of about thirteen, this kid is a super ace. And he shows that the devils are sick. And then he takes off in an ME-262 and fires a burst of five aircraft cannons. And immediately three dozen Soviet planes catch fire and explode. It's a wonder that this boy-terminator is so feared.

Stalin himself trembled with fear and rage at the word Trump. And he put a reward of five million rubles on his head. Although money in the USSR had depreciated greatly. January 1947 was spent in air clashes. The battles were intense. The Germans and the allies furiously bombed Soviet cities and factories, both military and civilian. And production moved underground.

The USSR had some developments in the field of tank building. In particular, the T-54 tank is a fairly powerful machine, and among American tanks, only the Super Pershing can compare to it.

But its serial production was delayed and the most widespread of these remained the T-34-85, a somewhat outdated machine. Trump shot down one and a half thousand aircraft plus ground targets.

He hit tanks, guns and rocket launchers. And as a rule, he didn't miss - a superman fighter.

For this he was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and red diamonds. And it was a valuable award...

In February, the Soviet troops were already trying to attack. But the Allied defense was strong. In addition, the E-25 German tank destroyer with an 88-millimeter gun turned out to be very good. Thanks to the location of the engine and transmission together, in one block and across, and the gearbox on the engine itself, the machine came out with a low silhouette. Which allowed it to be made lighter than the "Jagdpanther", but with the same armor thickness, though with a greater slope and much more maneuverable. And most importantly, the release was serial and mass. Including at American factories.

So the USSR was unable to achieve any success in February and March of 1947. Moreover, during the counterattacks, the Allies pushed back the Red Army in some places. In April, it was reduced to air strikes, and the USSR was bombed very harshly. Moscow was especially hard hit. Even its powerful air defense could not save it here.

Truman rejoiced and promised to raze and burn everyone. And Hitler agreed with him.

And in May, the Allies and Nazis began their offensive in the south of the USSR.

Trump, this eternal boy, of course, acts energetically as always. For two thousand downed planes and many destroyed ground targets, he was awarded a unique award: the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds. That was the score of this boy ace.

And it raged. The allied forces were able to bypass Vinnitsa and Zhitomir.

And in June these cities were completely surrounded. And in July they began to storm Kyiv.

Fierce battles unfolded on the approaches to this well-fortified city. And standing on a hill. It is not so easy to surround it. True, the Nazis used powerful "Sturmtigers" and "Sturmpanters", which created problems. Well, and of course, the "Sturmlev" appeared - a very combat-ready machine.

In August, the Allied forces and the Germans turned north and began to outflank the Soviet troops there.

It is very difficult to hold the front line with total air superiority of the enemy. They bomb and rain down missile strikes. And for now the USSR does not have jet aircraft in serial production and has nothing to counter with. And the Germans, with the help of the USA, are increasing the production of aircraft. And attack aircraft, and ME-1100 and TA-183, and much more. The HE-377 with twelve aircraft cannons is still pounding Soviet positions. And the USSR is having a hard time.

By the end of September, Minsk was surrounded and Bobruisk was taken. Soviet troops were forced to retreat beyond the Berezina. And perhaps even further beyond the Dnieper. In October, armored columns of the fascists and their allies broke into Riga. And in November, Tallinn was besieged. The front line temporarily stabilized.

And Trump was awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with Golden Oak Leaves, Swords and Diamonds for three thousand downed planes.

In December, the Germans got their first ME-362 aircraft, a more advanced and faster one with seven aircraft cannons. And Trump switched to it. And he started to crush the Soviet troops with even greater force.

In January, Tallinn fell, and the entire Baltic region was under the control of the allies. As were the lands up to the Dnieper. And in February, Kyiv had to be abandoned, and the fighting died down a bit after moving beyond the Dnieper.

In 1948, the USSR produced IS-4 tanks, although not in large numbers, and the T-54, which, incidentally, was just being developed into a series. The T-34-85 is still being produced in large series. Although it is gradually being replaced. And the Yak-9 is still the main fighter of the USSR. Although the machine is clearly outdated. Both Hitler's and American aces are actively collecting scores. Although more than two hundred flying machines of all classes are produced in the USSR per day, they are outdated.

In March, Soviet troops tried to advance between the Dnieper and Lake Peipus. The IS-7 tank, which can be called a masterpiece, took part in the battles for the first time. It has a 130-millimeter gun with a barrel length of 60 EL. And powerful armor protection with good driving characteristics. The Germans, however, have long had in production the Tiger-3, which is close in armor and armament to the IS-7, but weighs ninety-three tons, and is noticeably inferior in driving characteristics. Although its engine accelerates to one thousand two hundred horsepower with forcing.

True, in Germany they are developing the Tiger-4 and Panther-4, which are more advanced and powerful, but that is still a long story.

Nevertheless, the Nazis and the allies dominate in the air. And the IS-7 is also destroyed by the same Trump with strikes from the sky.

Here he has already shot down four thousand planes for which he was awarded the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds. What I must say was great. And how many ground targets the eternal boy Trump has destroyed. Including trucks, tanks, guns, even Andryusha rocket launchers. Yes, he really is a little monster. Not a warrior, but a terminator.

The March-April offensive of the Soviet troops was not crowned with success. And in May, the Allies were supposed to attack. And in fact, bombing pressure followed first. The battles involved more advanced TA-500 machines with jet engines. And the same B-18 jet bombers without a fuselage - a flying wing, very fast at 1100 kilometers per hour and capable of flying at high altitude. Soviet machines were scared against such. Well, and of course gas throwers worked.

At the end of May and the beginning of June, the movement of the allied troops began between Lake Chudskoye and the Dnieper River. The defense of the Soviet troops was powerful and it was not easy to break through. But the allied troops advanced slowly with great losses. Arab units also took part in the battles. Only in mid-August did the Nazis manage to encircle and take Pskov. And at the end of September, they approached Smolensk. It was not that far to Moscow. The battles unfolded for Smolensk.

They dragged on until the end of November. And the Soviet troops finally left Smolensk. And the front line dropped. And in winter the Red Army was already trying to advance.

Donald Trump, this eternal boy, received the Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and red diamonds for five thousand downed planes. And he destroyed a lot of ground equipment. And tanks and self-propelled guns, and guns, and rocket launchers.

This is a real terminator boy. No one can stand against him. And if he starts to rage, it will be total destruction.

And who would go against a child killer? Stalin increased the reward for his head to ten million rubles.

Even in the USSR they joked - ten lemons. To some extent it's funny.

The year forty-nine arrived. The T-54 tank was finally put into production. And it went into serial production. And the Nazis went into serial production with the Panther-4, with a gas turbine engine it turned out to weigh seventy-five tons, but due to the power of one and a half thousand horsepower its running characteristics were satisfactory.

And the thickness of the frontal armor reached the tower of two hundred and fifty millimeters with a slope, and the hull of two hundred millimeters at a large slope, and the sides of one hundred and seventy millimeters. That is, the tank has greatly increased in side protection, and due to a denser layout, it has become lower in silhouette. And noticeably stronger armor. And the gun on it is even more powerful 105-millimeter long barrel 100EL added also a mask on the front of the armor.

Thus, the Nazis' "Panther"-4 became quite a survivable and powerful tank. And the "Tiger"-4 appeared. Also with a denser layout. Its weight reached one hundred tons, but the frontal armor was three hundred millimeters thick on the turret front, two hundred and fifty millimeters thick on the hull front with large forty-five degree slopes, and the sides and stern were two hundred millimeters thick at slopes. And the 128-millimeter gun with a 100 EL barrel length. That is, it could penetrate the IS-7 in the front, but that tank could not.

This is truly colossal power. And the Germans got such machines in 1949. Well, what can I say... And the Panther-4, weighing seventy-five tons, is considered a medium tank by the Nazis. But when their T-4 weighed twenty tons, it was heavy. That's how war changes everything.

The battles lasted until May. Soviet troops acted in raids. The enemy still had the advantage in the sky. Moreover, the MIG-15 had not yet entered serial production. And it was noticeably inferior to German fighters.

And the fascists already have the TA-600 series, a machine of colossal power with eight engines. And if it gets pressed, it won't seem like a little.

Trump increased his accounts to seven and a half thousand aircraft. The Yak-9 was even further simplified to just one aircraft cannon, and it became easier to shoot down. And how many ground targets this young terminator destroyed.

So, a murderous purge has begun. There is no way to resist it. Trump has received a new order, specially created for him: the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Now that's a real young monster.

And the girls Albina and Alvina are also engaged in business. They do some things and strike with their powerful planes. It must be said that the fascists have jet aviation at its best. The USSR is significantly behind in this regard. And the USA and Britain too, they put pressure on us with more numbers - the power of industry and colonies is great!

The US has a "Super Pershing" with a more powerful engine of eight hundred and ten horsepower. And it is more capable of movement. And it is not inferior to the T-54 in combat power and armor, but it is heavier and more expensive.

The British replaced the Challenger 3 with the Churchill, which was also a very good tank.

In June, the allies broke through the defense again. And they moved in the direction of Vyazma and Rzhev. And at the end of July, Rzhev and Vyazma were taken. And in August, the fascists and the allies approached Leningrad and cut it off from the mainland. And from the north, Finnish, Swedish and Norwegian troops approached, as well as the allied forces. And they blocked Leningrad, and again the city was under blockade, and it could only be supplied via Lake Ladoga. That is, history repeated itself. And this is a harsh history.

In September, Trump reached ten thousand downed planes, he was becoming more and more nimble and dangerous. And for this he was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds.

This was a real monster. And besides planes, this young pilot destroyed many ground targets.

In October, the Nazis and their allies reached the Mozhaisk line of defense and took the city of Kalinin. After that, stabilization arose.

From the south, Soviet troops tried to counterattack. In November, things calmed down a bit due to weather conditions. But the Allies and Germans surrounded Murmansk and cut it off from the front line.

In November, the fighting on land died down, but it was still going on in the air. And in December, the Soviet troops tried to advance in the center. But they did not achieve much success. They managed to advance only a few kilometers.

The year nine hundred and fifty thousand has arrived. The USSR has the main tank in the T-54 series, the IS-4 and the IS-7. However, the IS-4 was removed from the series the following year. And they left two tanks, the T-54 and the IS-7, and the SU-100, for now these are the main machines. They can still fight against the Americans, especially in the broadside. Soviet machines are not really worth fighting against the Germans, but the IS-7 can especially fight in the broadside.

January and February were spent in small skirmishes and positional battles. In March, the Soviet troops again advanced, but without success. You could say they tried to advance. And the battles were bloody. The Germans also tried something. In April, Trump received the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds for fifteen downed planes.

The Americans and Germans also set up production of ballistic missiles. And they began to fire at Moscow. And also caused great destruction. And they hit with more accurate missiles with wings.

Stalin himself moved to Kuibyshev. The front line is still far away. And Donbass is still under Soviet control. And that's easier.

Anastasia Vedmakova was returned to the sky again. But before that, she was undressed and searched again. And the searches were done by men and they used a gynecological chair. This is really stupid and humiliating.

But then she came back and started beating the Germans, got the fifth and sixth stars of the Hero of the USSR. It was customary to give a star for twenty-five downed planes. Well, that's not bad either. And the Nazis had cool planes. The ME-462 was already in development, which developed a speed of up to two thousand two hundred kilometers per hour with powerful weapons.

And there were also flying discs. Only they did not quite justify themselves in practice, but the Nazis continued to work to make them absolutely invulnerable.

At the end of May, the Allies and the Third Reich turned south from the center, attacking around the Dnieper. The Soviet troops resisted desperately. Since the IS-7, despite all its advantages, was a rather difficult tank to produce, and expensive, it was difficult to produce it in large quantities. Therefore, the SU-130, based on the IS-4 tank, went into production. It was easier to produce and lighter. Even if it was especially weaker in the sides. In addition, the USSR also produced the SU-203 with a naval gun, capable of penetrating the Tiger-4 in the front. However, the self-propelled gun turned out to be large, heavy, and not very mobile.

And it could be covered from the air. The Germans and their allies captured most of the Donbass during June. The MIG-15 jet fighter had just entered serial production and there were few of them yet, and Soviet pilots had not mastered this machine. And the German planes were superior to the Soviet ones in speed and armament. Allied air supremacy was very bad for the Red Army. And it allowed them to literally take out Soviet positions. In the USSR, of course, work was underway to create air defense. In particular, there was an idea with surface-to-air missiles. Something was already being produced, but not very advanced.

And not effective enough. They tried to guide missiles by sound, by heat, and by radio, or by radar. But they have not yet succeeded in creating a practical and mass system. If you recall real history, then not everything was fine with air defense there either. And they had to rely on fighter aircraft. Although some things did appear, but they are still very far from the S-300. Or even the S-200. And everything is still in the process of formation.

And the enemy bombs along the entire front line and behind it, completely destroying logistics.

Stalin is not to be envied in this case. In August, the entire Donbass was captured, and by the end of September, Soviet troops retreated beyond the Don. And they were able to temporarily stabilize the front there. But large areas were lost. Blocking detachments were used en masse. And somehow the front was stopped. In October, they somehow managed to hold the front. But the Nazis had already advanced significantly to Voronezh. And then a threat arose in the Oryol-Tula direction. The front was held back by heroic efforts. And then it rained and sleet began. The ninth military winter was already approaching.

For twenty thousand downed aircraft and numerous ground targets, the boy-terminator Trump was awarded the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and red diamonds.

This is how Superman Trump rose.

November and December were spent in positional battles. The Germans and allies were gathering strength and were afraid to attack in the cold weather. And the USSR was also making up for considerable losses during the battles.

A lot of territory had already been lost. There were problems with staffing. Stalin was even forced to officially allow people aged fourteen to fight, although there was a ban on those under sixteen. People aged ten were allowed to work at machine tools, and pensioners were mobilized for work.

There were not enough men and the army already had men up to seventy years old, and sometimes even older. And women were increasingly put into service. Moreover, women were good snipers, pilots and tankers. And more and more women went to the front. There were entire women's corps. And air corps. And such armies were formed.

It is January 1951. The war is still going on. While the Allies and the Germans are gathering strength and bombing. While they are advancing, albeit slowly, in the warm season. And the Soviet troops are trying to counterattack. But it is not working out very well. The enemy's total dominance in the air is telling. And this prevents them from delivering surprise attacks. Air reconnaissance calculates and finds out everything. So, despite heavy losses, the Soviet troops advanced literally a few kilometers in a month of stubborn fighting. In February, there was a lull and positional battles. Only in March did the Red Army try to advance, this time in the north near Leningrad. But again it advanced literally a couple of kilometers at the cost of huge losses.

In the USSR, the main tank was the mass-produced T-54, and it was the one that was produced the most. The IS-7 was produced in small quantities and did not have a serious impact on the course of the war. The production of the SU-100 was reduced in favor of the more powerful SU-130. The IS-10 was still only being developed. They wanted to make a tank with powerful armament, well protected at least in the front and no heavier than fifty tons, with good mobility. But this is not so simple. So for now, only projects.

As in the Third Reich they wanted to make the "Panther"-5 and "Tiger"-5 lighter, more compact, and better protected and armed. But these are still only projects. And here Hitler wanted the tanks to be equipped with new generation guns without increasing the caliber. It is clear that the larger the caliber, the lower the rate of fire and the supply of shells and the accuracy of the shot also decreases. Therefore, it was necessary to increase the speed of the shell, but without such already long barrels. And the quality of the tank's armor was also going to be improved, so that they could not even take the side. Such was the intense work in both the Third and the USSR.

. CHAPTER #5.

Having woken up, Oleg and Angelica washed themselves, brushed their teeth and started doing exercises. They did push-ups, did abs and squats. The mood was the most cheerful. And after that they went to school jumping and dancing.

The teenagers, however, did not want to study, and they did not go to school. And instead they went to the computer room. To have fun there again, with something fun. Maybe even a game. Not necessarily primitive. It can be a space game. Where starships fight. Or, on the contrary, play a historical strategy game, for example, for the Roman Empire. And there are also legions and equipment and various kinds of improvements to ballistas and catapults. And in general, you can defeat Rome while playing as Carthage and, on the contrary, capture the whole world - which is very cool.

Here everything can be replayed. And active and combative wars are expected. There is a method against crowbar, if there is a new crowbar. And everything will be extremely great.

A boy and a girl began to play, with the Ottoman Empire on one side and Russia on the other. And it was very beautiful and delightful. You could literally move the pieces around. Both sides in the game were close in capabilities and human resources. And there was a real exchange of blows. And cannonballs and grapeshot rained down. And troops moved.

The Ottomans tried to attack with cavalry, but they were answered by dragoons, hussars, and Cossacks. True, the Turks had Tatar cavalry. And it also noticeably pressed. Now that's some fighting.

Oleg made his moves, and Angelica hers. It was pretty cool and brisk. And both infantry and cavalry clashed. Hundreds of guns fired. It was an extraordinary combat action. You could say total destruction on both sides.

In the end, Oleg won and took Moscow. And so the mission ended.

After which the boy and the girl left the game room. They bought themselves an "Eskimo" at the kiosk and started eating it.

Angelica noted:

- Shooters are still better than strategy games!

Oleg objected:

- Shooters are for little kids. But it's not a sin for adults to play strategy games! For example, if Shoigu had played at least "Entente", he wouldn't be like this...

Angelica giggled and remarked:

- If Shoigu is so bad, then why drag him up for promotion! And if he is good, then why change horses in midstream?

Oleg grinned and noted:

- And they change horses in midstream! Especially if it's a war!

And the child strategists burst out laughing. And stuck their tongues out at each other. They can really be understood. Their whole life is ahead. Even if prices are rising and there is uncertainty. And not only is there a war in Ukraine, but a conflict is also flaring up in the Caucasus. And it looks like a change of power is coming in the US and in that case Russia will definitely be squeezed. And Trump is Russia's friend in words, but he has lowered oil and gas prices. And he has squeezed Europe out of the gas sector. That's how things are. So there is nothing to be particularly happy about.

Oleg and Angelica started singing:

We are children of the twenty-first century,

In which everything is so cool...

We have received the true strength,

Create something cool and beautiful!


If necessary, we'll give you some flicks,

And we'll give him a hard slap in the face...

We'll hang a pack of evil orcs,

And we will cope with hunger!


We are pioneers of fierce strength,

Such class of modern...

The country shines like a bright star,

Yes, we will make a similar class soon!


Our treasures in the swamp,

Which shine like stars...

There may be such values here,

Children don't water themselves with tears!


Now we'll do something cool,

What is higher than the fusion of an atom...

The red banner flies above us,

Let's shoot at the orcs with machine guns!


Well, what about lessons at school?

We will be watching with confidence...

Know these cooks,

As a continuation of Lenin's work!


We children are very modern,

Which are like fiery flint...

To compose, one is not poor,

Birches were broken in the hurricane!


In short, we will make lightning,

And we will boldly move with flamethrowers...

We walked a long way up the mountain,

Mowed down the trolls with machine guns!


In short, we'll be in Africa soon,

And we'll have bananas for lunch...

The pioneers have fruits for breakfast,

Successes like tornadoes and hurricanes!

MY MOTHERLAND USSR HOLY (POEM!)

My holy homeland, the USSR,

In it, cranes float across the sky...

The little pioneer runs barefoot,

At least the snowdrifts haven't melted yet!


There is no more beautiful homeland in the world,

In it, every boy is a giant...

Our faith is even higher than the sun,

And believe me, there is only one impulse in your soul!


Pioneer red tie,

He burns like a berry in the forest...

The stars above the fatherland will not go out,

Let's make the great dream come true!


The light of communism flies above us,

It will be a paradise for pioneers...

We march barefoot,

Summer is coming and May is beautiful!


Never give up and pioneers,

Even though the fascists are attacking us...

We will rid the region of cholera,

Even Karabas doesn't scare me!


We boys and girls fought,

For the Motherland, for Mother Moscow...

To see the distances of communism,

So that there are no fascists on our nose!


When the thunder of the great war sounded,

Rockets rained down on Moscow...

We showed these wild hordes,

That we can give you a good punch on the nose!


Boys and girls through the snowdrifts,

They run very briskly barefoot...

And don't judge our children harshly,

They don't drag you and you have to attack by force!


Although my bare heels are frosty,

But the children sing happily...

And success will be very formidable,

That the Fuhrer with a bald head is kaput!


We will make a new school,

In which everyone will be like chalk...

And our happy lot,

Greedy Sam won't be able to trample it!


Stalin himself is a great ruler,

He ordered to kill the evil orcs...

So that the faces of the saints from the bright icons,

They could approve of our campaign!


We fought for the circle of Stalingrad,

Where a mass of ruins has risen...

And Zhukov presents the award,

Look how much strength we have now!


Throwing a boy a grenade,

And the evil "Panther" is burning...

The girl picked up the shovel,

And she nails the fascist!


We kids are so cool,

That even the troll himself is at zero...

I flash bare soles,

We'll appear on the moon soon!


Believe me, children will not know grief,

We are moving towards the dream of communism...

Warm our souls with your rays,

May everyone on Earth be happy!


Here is someone digging with a shovel,

Someone has a strong crowbar in their hands...

A gnome crawls along, just hunchbacked,

The girl let out a groan!


No, we will not kneel,

We won't lie down under the orcs, believe me...

We throw grenades at our bare feet,

The beast was already drowning in blood!


In the cosmic distance, girls,

They already see holy communism...

At least they are wearing short skirts,

But they crush fascism beautifully!


Lenin was once mighty,

He shook his beard in rage...

We are able to drive clouds from the sky,

The double bass roars like a saw!


A boy is running across the field,

He is a barefoot pioneer in shorts...

He gave the fascists bruises,

So that there are no more problems!


Well, Fritzes, why have you shut up?

It's painful to look at children...

And why were you shouting so loudly?

There aren't enough chains for the Russians!


My homeland is the light of communism,

Which burns the tank's armor...

Fighters don't need pacifism,

Clench your fist tighter for battle!


Here is the Fuhrer, a mad goat,

What did you want from the Fatherland...

A boy will hit you with a shovel,

And soon the shelling will begin!


Where there is space, there are our rockets,

And we will enter new thickets...

Comets tear through the vacuum,

The bald Fuhrer became a zero!


Berlin is a pile of ruins,

The runes smoke tiredly...

Evil Cain came to kill,

Our machine gun is loaded!


Here comes a tank, big as a mammoth,

And shakes its longest barrel...

The enemy has little territory,

Let's kill the orcs!


For the boy, Lenin is like the sun,

And Stalin is not just the moon...

Girls, the bindweed is growing strong,

She's not stupid!


When we went to Rome,

The ancient Slavs in battle regiments...

For we are under the wing of a cherub,

To blossom in the paradise of Eden!


When God Svarog is with us,

He will come with swords like a razor...

Children will walk through the field on their feet,

And everyone will bring a wreath!


By the very blue sea,

The boys pitched a tent...

There will be no more grief,

And the Fuhrer will go under the axe!

That's how the warrior children went and sang. They were truly magnificent. Not young ladies, but supermen. And believe me, they are capable of such things that you can't tell in a fairy tale or describe with a pen, that was really cool.

Oleg and Angela took off their shoes and ran barefoot through the streets of Moscow, which they liked. And the boy and the girl ran and laughed. They splashed barefoot through puddles, raising a cloud of splashes. That's great. And simply wonderful.

And Oleg went and burst into a series of winged aphorisms:

The people are not constant in their anger, but they are much more consistent in their cult worship.

By saving good, you will not gain good, especially if frugality turns into stinginess!

So let's drink to the fact that our problems are always moderate and our gains know no measure!

Forget-me-nots really do grow on blood, because blood is not forgotten and the scars of the soul do not heal!

Numbers don't fight, they only lose and fill you with corpses!

Seven fools fight evilly, the eighth smart one runs away with the good!

A blow to the enemy must be delivered at the right time, but getting punched in the face is always at the wrong time!

When you start a business, don't expect to end up idle!

Some cut banknotes, others cut the hair of fools, but most swindlers are as good as a pig's wool!

The executioner's axe can cut out the most benevolent articles of the constitution, unless they were inscribed by the feather of an eagle and not by the feather of a wet hen!

A shirt is closer to the body than a rope is to the neck, especially if it is stored by someone who was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth!

Selfish passions allow one to rip off the skin for one's boots, from the "bast shoes" shod with one's own mercantile interest!

It's hard to find a ford, but it's easy to drown in the water!

Knowledge is not just a lighthouse illuminating the way for attacking troops, but a scorching laser beam burning out the enemy's positions!

Winners are not judged, the winner is the judge himself, and one can appeal to him only on the basis of the law of retribution and revenge!

Death is a nasty thing, but more in the process than in the consequences!

Any catastrophe is first and foremost a colorful show, only the coloring is always bloody, and the soundtrack is a funeral march!

If there were no catastrophes, then there would be no feats, and without a feat, life is like soup without pepper!

War, like pepper, makes your eyes water, but it makes life not bland!

You can ask forgiveness for the one who accepted death, but you cannot justify yourself for killing the one who sows death!

Underestimating an enemy is like not listening to a lecture before an exam, only the assessment - a pair of two stakes will definitely cross each other, forming a grave cross!

He who allows himself to be shaven has the intelligence of a stump and the wits of an oak!

Every meeting in 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!

Cunning and calculation: how a husband and wife give birth to victory - honesty is the third wheel!

If clouds gather over a commander, it is better than when the regiments under the commander are thinning out!

The shame is not in the feeling of fear, but when you allow yourself to be subjugated to it to the point of losing your sense of duty!

When you are strong, appear weak, when you are weak, appear strong! This rule of deception is good for war, but a ruler should not show weakness, even if his bones are full of anger and his strength is like a mouse!

Most often, he turns into a skeleton, lacking the backbone of combat training!

To avoid being gobbled up by enemy dogs, you need to eat the plate in a military matter!

Do not be afraid of the shackles of the fascist, if you are able to bind your thoughts with the broom of purification!

The difference between dancing and dancing is that you dance to someone else's tune, but in dancing you choose your own rhythm!

Actions are always better than words, because they have a more solid foundation than the air that is shaken!

It is good to be a knight in war, without bargaining about courage, but chivalry must be rational, like the cunning of a merchant!

Murder is the only kind of sin whose value depends so much on its form: abomination and valor with the same result!

There is danger everywhere, but it is difficult when the mind flutters in a star!

Capitulation is the last resort, it always leaves you in the lurch!

It is still possible to win without risk, but you can reap the benefits of victory if you hold this big cat by the whiskers like a tiger!

You can only get lost from your pursuer without losing your head and receiving the next grant!

There are no hopeless situations, only situations where there is no way into an advantageous position!

You can run away even from your own shadow, deceive your own conscience, but you cannot hide from what you have no control over!

He whose spirit is often lost seldom has money!

Everything in our world is given through battle, only problems come without problems!

The transition from leaving differs in the point of arrival, while the latter is the last place where they strive!

A keyhole, like a woman, requires intelligence and technicality!

Stupidity is not always predictable, but it is always punishable!

Sometimes a crime is beneficial to humanity and becomes a feat, only the reward for it is usually posthumous!

Almighty God can do everything, but even He cannot surpass man in ambition and colorful imagination!

Another thing in which God cannot surpass man is in the desire for empty talk; the Almighty prefers to create with words, and not to play with words!

Heaven is usually indifferent when you ask for help, but this is a rule that only confirms the exceptions!

There are many who want to become gods, but they don"t line up for the crucifixion!

A sharp word is good, but it is even better to have a sharp eye to notice in time a cobblestone thrown at you for a sharp expression!

A tramp is one who allows himself to be taken advantage of by cunning people!

To fly you need to work hard, to fly in you just need to shirk work!

When the pot is empty, it flies up not from a violent wind, but from a cold-blooded blow!

Philosophy is a net for catching frivolous simpletons, but the cells in it depend on the frequency of the brain convolutions!

Often, a person, having become a god, at least a little crucifies people to the fullest extent!

The greatest blessing of man, the predictability of God's will, is also the worst of curses, for it drives us into the paradise of routine ordinariness!

Money doesn't smell, but it stinks so much that businessmen always wear new suits!

By saving on friends you can fill your mammon, but an empty soul will make your own capital an enemy!

A man without a homeland is like an ugly woman without a marriage!

It is difficult to survive, but possible; it is impossible to live, but easy!

A penny saves a ruble for the calculating, a groat collects nickels for the practical, and for the greedy even a half-penny leads to a noose!

A double-edged sword, but it becomes beginningless in the hands of a man turning into a monkey!

When you are your own boss, only the initial instincts of selfishness can subjugate you!

It is difficult to find a reason to receive, but how easy it is to find an excuse not to give!

That our life is a game in which the strongest determines the rules and the prize fund is the most cunning!

A difficult success is better than an easy failure, although you have to look for luck, but defeat is always under your feet!

Be a beast, but not an animal!

It is as easy to promise much as it is impossible to get everything!

Let's drink to the fact that only we lead conspiracies and the rest get entangled in them!

Don't get into someone else's sleigh if you want to set your sights on someone else's Mercedes!

Sometimes, when you win, you lose, because the worm of complacency and laziness takes over you!

It is not a sin to rest after a victory, but resting on your laurels is a crime!

So let's drink to the fact that everyone who builds cunning traps against us will fall into the trap of an ABC long-term construction project!

A donkey roars louder than a fox, but cannot prove that he is not a camel!

So let's drink to the fact that any art except military art requires sacrifices!

War is a base deed committed with lofty thoughts!

War exhausts the body, but invigorates the spirit!

It's not bad to be first, what can I say, but you shouldn't be cooking balls from behind!

The one who cooks balls day and night will not allow himself to be eaten alive!

A tramp without a mind can even put on a "boot", under a heel!

"Boots" do not fit those whose brains are not shoe polish!

There are, oddly enough, many honest people at the top, but there are few among them who are capable of getting by without deceitful cunning during career advancement!

A politician plays fair, just as often as a miner goes down into a mine in a white coat, and the motive is the same: to get subsidies to wash away a tarnished reputation!

A politician is a liar in life and a hypocrite in deeds, but death is honest even with this scoundrel!

Death is honest in that it always comes, but arbitrary in its choice of time of visit!

The hardest slavery is to be a slave of the stomach - the master is merciless, regardless of emptiness or fullness!

There is nothing more dangerous than one's own fear; neither walls nor guards can save one from it, and only faith and willpower can overcome timidity!

War is like a chain, in it the corpses are like links, you can"t help but attach importance to the links, but you can"t cry over the dead - otherwise the chain will envelop you!

Hope dies last, but unlike everything else, the resurrection according to the Bible buries it completely!

An easy death seems more tempting than a difficult life, but only when it does not turn from a mirage into a real choice!

Fear is the most deadly thing in the world, it is deadly both in its presence and in its absence!

To win means to forgive, because one can only forgive someone who has received full retribution!

Evil tends to progress, stifling progress and stimulating science!

War is a game without clear rules, but the one who has prepared in advance can establish the order!

You can prepare for war for a long time and stupidly, but you can"t make the state of jumping on the point of a bayonet natural!

The difference between a fight and a war is that the rules of a brawl are created without the UN Charter!

No one wants war, but everyone wants conquests, so let's conquer love, the only acquisition possible without war!

They fight loudly for brides, but quietly howl under the heel!

Fortune is capricious, but it loves people who are unpretentious in everyday life and sophisticated in the spiritual sphere!

A person most often whistles to avoid a whistle in his pocket and being booed in the drama of life!

Even the most learned man cannot explain two things: how the Lord God came into being and where women get so many curse words from!

Only once did the Almighty God lose a dispute: he could not name the exact number of curse words used by angry women!

And the second defeat of the Almighty he was able to count the number of tricks that women resort to when committing sins!

And the third time, God was powerless to take into account how many tricks the female sex has in emptying men's pockets!

The executioner is a despised profession, but it requires the skill of a surgeon, the virtuosity of a cellist and the demand of a cook!

The insignificant are always in the majority, gold grains are a rarity among the sand!

Fighting with a woman is the last thing you can do - victory does not bring laurels, defeat exposes you to ridicule, which cannot be washed away by feats - however, conquest gives laurels of the highest feat!

The nobility of the family increases responsibility - a dirty lion is an abomination, a dirty pig is just a future cutlet!

However, when choosing between a wallet or life, there is no choice, because without a wallet there is no life!

Killing a woman is bad, except in war, killing a female!

Human desires have no boundaries; as they are fulfilled, the line moves away, knowing no boundaries!

Only he who can outline the boundaries of human ambitions can surpass the wisdom of God!

There is no truth in wine, but a fatty roast obtained by selling it!

A lion is sometimes distinguished from a sheep by his rank, not by his roar!

Speed without precision, the fussiness of a dabbler without a prize!

A man with an empty "pot" is left without lunch, but receives a prisoner's ration!

They betray for the sake of profit, but always end up with a loss of trust, a minus in friends and a complete lack of security!

Truth has many faces, but its faces always reflect light in any weather!

The head does not tolerate clumsiness, but is the most productive working tool!

Alcohol is the most accessible killer, but the customer pays for the rest of his life!

Fear only gives birth to death, even if one managed to hide and survive!

Fear the jackals, don't touch the jungle!

The best way to feel like a human being is to help your neighbor, and to stoop to the level of an animal by hitting the weak!

The soup of battle needs such a pungent seasoning as death! The seasoning of death without the delicacies of victory trophies only causes heartburn!

Women win more surely than guns, but unlike them, in order to win, they must always break!

It is better to go barefoot with intelligence than to be shod with foolishness!

Violence destroys steel, but only if the metal is rusted by the slime of lack of will!

- A man's tears create rust in the armor of courage, but a woman's tears act like oil!

An enemy that has not been finished off is like a disease that has not been fully cured - expect complications, but sometimes you need to leave something of it, like a bacillus for vaccination!

Caution in battle is like a shield, but don't cover yourself with it so as to blind your eyes!

He who seeks risk when he can win without risking it is a foolish egotist, who indulges his own vanity and puts other fighters in senseless danger!

The army is the best family, unless you are an orphan with living parents!

Simplicity is always brilliant, only mediocrity complicates everything, and abstruseness confuses between three pines!

Instill fear in your enemies, but don't be a scarecrow for your allies!

Paradox is the friend of genius, the brother of luck and the enemy of pedantic mediocrity!

The cry of a man looks like an animal roar, but the result is the voice of God!

You have to be able to take a punch without exposing your cheeks to a beating!

You also need to know how to lose, but it"s better not to acquire this skill through personal experience!

For logic is the basis of a victorious war and a viable civilization, and is powerless without the adjustment of intuitive foresight!

The fire of anger is the combustion engine of the war machine, but when heated beyond measure it only produces an explosion of its own combat mechanism!

Morality is the weapon of the weak and stupid. Service to the empire is the highest form of morality!

Pain is a natural state for a warrior, we will gladly accept any suffering for the good of our homeland, and death is a reward for a brave fighter!

Death does not scare us, truth wins!

Logical as irrationality itself!

As logical as making a snowman in hell!

All styles are good except the one that led to failure, even if all paths lead to failure!

Death is the evolution of the spirit!

A laser, or rather a reflector!

He who drowns in his own shit will envy the fate of the hanged man!

Nobody wants to take risks all their life, but often risk stops pursuing you with death!

Real men play hockey, but only fake boors lose penalties like women!

There are no limits to imagination, but the strength of the forehead of perception still has a limit!

Almighty God can create everything, but even he cannot realize all human fantasies and nonsense!

A person can make any nonsense come true, but only realists can make a dream come true!

A great man may be bald, but only a nonentity is toothless!

You can't spread "thank you" on bread, but you'll find plenty of "thank you" to smear your snot with!

He who smears oily snot on his cheeks will never spread butter on his bread!

One sword is good, one and a half is worse!

It is the tailless monkeys that tuck their tails best - no other animal fears death as much and has such skill in killing as man!

Blood is the stickiest material, but it is not capable of cementing human grains of sand firmly enough to lay the foundation of happiness!

At the same time, bloodletting releases the pus of corruption, the water of hypocrisy, the fat of parasitism, cleansing the nation!

It is necessary to use force first of all to survive in war, but to live in peace, the use of the mind does not fade into the background!

When strength is intelligence, it often remains idle, but its unemployment inevitably leads to impotence.

No mind can eliminate the need for strength, but without mind the need for muscles always leads to need!

Orders can be decorated, but they cannot be washed away!

. CHAPTER #6.

In February of 1951, Soviet troops tried to advance again. They attacked in the direction of Orel and Kurs, and from Tula. The Nazis, however, expected this and held the defense together with the Allied troops. American troops also fought here. The US had a Lincoln tank with a 120-millimeter gun and an initial projectile velocity of 1,050 meters. This machine could cope with Soviet T-54 tanks at a fairly large distance. And it could even penetrate the IS-7 in the front at close range, and in the side from a long distance. The Americans were increasing the production of jet aircraft. And they pressed harder and harder with aviation. And they also launched missiles at Moscow. Although the prospects for such weapons looked vague. Expensive, and not accurate enough. Jet or high-altitude bombers are much better. They are cheaper and hit more accurately.

Stalin himself moved to Alma-Ata. It was further from the front line and not so cold.

In March and April there was a lull, only artillery shelling and a battle in the air, including bomber and missile strikes. And of course Trump showed his class. And the MIG-15 was shot down no worse than the Yaks. The Nazis' new ME-462 with nine aircraft cannons are very powerful aircraft. Moreover, they have a special feature - they are multi-purpose. They can hit both air and land military targets. And let's say this - great!

And the Ju-387 bomber is good and, most importantly, fast and powerful. And the fuselage-less model is a super monster. And it batters Soviet positions with bombing strikes.

In the USSR they are trying to increase the production of weapons. They are putting children and old people to work, moving factories underground. And the Yak-9 is not completely out of production. Still, it is necessary to maintain mass production. And now this plane is easy prey for German and English machines.

In May, the fighting resumed. The Germans began to advance on Crimea, which was still held by Soviet troops. And a powerful fleet blocked it. During the fighting, the eternal boy Trump distinguished himself. For twenty-five thousand downed planes, he received the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Here, the award is very long in name and very large, it is difficult to even wear on the chest.

Besides, Trump received awards from Western countries in large quantities. And this was his credo. Really, why should he bother with trifles? He can do everything and will tear anyone apart. And he also has the Order of the Legion of Honor of France. So the coalition is putting pressure on the USSR.

In Crimea, a landing force was deployed in several places and as a result, by mid-June, most of the peninsula was captured. And in early July, Sevastopol fell after a fierce assault. Thus, another page of the Second World War was turned. The USSR entered its eleventh year of the Great Patriotic War. And let's just say that this is not great. The human resources of the Soviet state are coming to an end. And this is really hard.

But the Western Allies and the Third Reich are not in a hurry. They prefer to bomb and try to take it by air pressure. In a game like "Entente", you can even send out several thousand heavy bombers and bomb everything to hell. But in a real war, bombing alone won't solve the problem. Something stronger is needed - for example, a ground operation.

But this is not the case yet. The coalition is not advancing on Moscow. The Third Reich is developing the Panther-5 with more advanced armor, weapons, and an engine. It should become a masterpiece of a tank. So that it has both power and mobility. For now, the main problem is the layout, the use of joysticks, and that there are only two crew members. And it is desirable to place them lying down. And to compact the machine together with the powerful engine.

In the meantime, a more advanced modification of the Panther-4 was released, weighing seventy tons, with a slightly lower silhouette and a slightly more powerful gas turbine engine, 1800 horsepower. Such a machine, with the same weight and armament, was already more agile and better at breaking through. True, the T-54 especially penetrated its side with a cumulative shell. It turned out to be a rather dangerous machine.

In August-September, Soviet troops tried to counterattack. And the coalition broke through a little south of Tula. But there the Americans stopped again to suffer fewer losses. And the Germans were not particularly eager. Positional battles began, very reminiscent of the First World War. When the front line was sedentary. Nevertheless, the First World War lasted less than four and a half years. And the Great Patriotic War in real history, less than four years. And here the eleventh year of the Great Patriotic War has already begun. And Truman is primarily to blame for this, having dragged the United States into such a slaughter. For now he is president, but his term in office is ending. However, the United States has gone too far in this war to leave it without finishing off the USSR. Just like in Britain, Churchill is no longer there, but the war is still going on and this empire, together with its colonies and dominions, is fighting.

But he also conserves his strength and relies on bombing. So both November and December passed on a quiet wave. And in January of the following year, 1952, the Red Army tried to attack again. And also not very successfully. The USSR had a serial SAU-203 with a good armor-piercing shell. It could penetrate even the Tiger-4 in the front. The Germans also improved this tank with a two thousand two hundred horsepower engine, and reduced the weight of the vehicles to ninety-five tons. They made it more mobile and lower in silhouette. The gun remained the same for now, since it penetrated all Soviet tanks, including the still rare IS-7.

The months of January and February did not change the front line significantly. In March and April there were only skirmishes and air strikes. Only at the end of May the Nazis and the coalition began to attack. This time in the north. And they completely captured Karelia and reached Arkhangelsk.

And that was all. The Allied forces also captured Tikhvin and Volkhov, finally blockading Leningrad. In August, Trump, having brought his accounts to thirty thousand aircraft and tens of thousands of ground targets, received the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds.

In September and October, the fighting continued. In November, the USSR launched the IS-10 tank into production. It had strong frontal protection, weighed fifty tons, a good 122-mm gun with an initial projectile velocity of 1,000 meters and 8-10 shots per minute. This is a real monster.

And the T-54 still remained the main and mass-produced tank. And it was produced at the rate of a hundred vehicles per day. Although, for example, the quality of the armor was not all right. But overall, this tank justified itself...

The winter passed relatively calmly. Both sides were accumulating forces that had been worn out during such a long war. Changes had taken place in the USA. Truman was replaced by Eisehower. But he declared that he would continue the work he had started. And that anti-Sovietism was the position of the two-party system of the USA.

But Stalin died in the USSR. On March 5, 1953, a great era ended. And this could have caused confusion in the troops. But the leader left a written will that Lavrentim Paly Beria was declared his successor.

The head of the secret police was not yet fifty-four years old, so he was quite suitable for leadership both in age and experience. And he, in the role of Chairman of the State Defense Committee, continued the war with the coalition of capitalist states.

Until the end of May, there were positional battles, exchanges of artillery strikes, and bombings. And it was extremely tough. Then, on May 30, an offensive began on Moscow from both sides, from the north and the south. It was an attempt to bypass the capital. And battles unfolded with great intensity.

The defensive lines were well equipped. And the Soviet troops held back the offensive. Especially since the Americans and the British were not particularly eager to fight and preferred to sit in shelters.

As a result of the fighting, the coalition forces were only able to take Kalin and Tula at the end of September. But they were unable to encircle Moscow, although the situation became so tense. And it really turned out to be scary.

Trump received the Grand Star of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds for thirty-five thousand downed planes and many tanks.

This was truly an outstanding fighter. But Moscow is still not taken and not surrounded. And the fighting continues.

Deep autumn and again calm. As during winter. Both sides are restoring their worn-out potential. And accumulating forces. In the Third Reich they are developing new types of weapons, in the USSR they are trying to do the same. And they are gathering troops. And Trump

as always, the first of the first aces in the sky!

The city of Moscow can already be shelled by long-range German and American artillery. And the capital of the USSR is being destroyed.

Beria tries to find at least some way out. In particular, he offers negotiations. But in response, only demands for capitulation without any conditions. They say we will not agree to anything less.

There is still a civil war going on in China. There, communists and capitalists are beating each other up. And a lot of blood is being shed. So the USSR is still alone. And it is having a hard time.

Leningrad is completely surrounded, and Moscow is in a semi-ring. So try to get in.

Meanwhile, the Nazis caught the Komsomol member. They stripped her naked and led her naked and barefoot through the snow to the commandant's office at night. There, she was subjected to a painful interrogation. First, they poured ice water on the girl, then they poured whalebones on her, and then ice water again. Then they hoisted her scalded onto the rack. And they began to burn her heels with sheets of red-hot iron. And it was very painful.

Well, okay, who is interested in watching such brutality?

Leningrad had considerable reserves of food and ammunition. But it is clear that sooner or later they will run out and the city is doomed. And they will not even storm it.

Leningrad is very cold and terrible in winter. Beria forbade surrender, and the population is doomed to suffer.

In Transcaucasia, the front line is stable. Of the large cities, the Turks took only Batumi. And this is their significant success.

But of course, thoughts arose about how to strengthen the Ottomans? The US supplied them with large quantities of heavy Lincolns and faster Super Pershings. Yes, that was really cool.

And the Turks received reinforcements from the American corps and units from Brazil. So in February a major offensive began with the goal of encircling Yerevan.

Fifty-four was a very disturbing year. The Ottomans advanced and Yerevan was encircled. The situation there became dangerous. But the Soviet troops fought to the death. Even the pioneers came out to fight on the defensive lines.

Boys and girls, despite the fact that it was still chilly in March in Transcaucasia, were barefoot, wearing red ties and half-naked. And they energetically repelled the attack of the Ottoman and American units. The brave children shot at the tank tracks with anti-tank rifles, bazookas, or slingshots with explosives.

At the same time, the young Leninists used machine guns. Now that was a real high-altitude battle.

Oleg and Margarita also fought. They were eternal children. And they liked to fight like this, barefoot, with great courage.

The boy and girl threw peas with explosives with their bare toes. And turned over tanks and self-propelled guns.

Oleg, this eternal boy in shorts, noted:

- We will show ourselves and our character!

Margarita, energetically throwing explosives with the girl"s bare feet, agreed:

- We'll show you how!

And the boy Petka opened fire from a machine gun on the Ottoman infantry, chirping:

- The first falcon is Lenin, the second falcon is Stalin, the third is Beria, the father is a real fine fellow!

Guerrilla girl Lara noted:

- May our party and people be glorified!

And, pushing forward with her bare soles, she took and fired a bazooka. And another enemy tank caught fire. Now that was a battle at its best.

Thanks to the heroism of the child heroes, the Ottoman onslaught was held back. And as a result, the southern flank held. True, in the region of Georgia, the enemy managed to advance slightly. Then they began to level Yerevan with artillery and heavy bombs.

In the center, the offensive began traditionally in May with new attempts to envelop Moscow from the flanks. And then it went and went.

The American Super Pershing-4 machines also took part in the battles, and they also had a gas turbine engine installed on them. These were still the first machines. But they were formidable and powerful.

The whole summer passed in battles. The coalition advanced very slowly. The British and Americans and Germans drove colonial infantry into the attack. They were saving their forces.

Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova, being eternal, immortal children, fought fiercely with the horde of capitalist states. They showed courage and heroism.

Here a boy who looked no older than twelve threw a boomerang with his bare foot. It flew past and cut off the heads of a dozen soldiers of the colonial army. And the boomerang came back. Again the boy grabbed it with his bare foot and sang:

- We will go into battle boldly! For Holy Rus'! And for her we will shed - young blood!

And the girl Margarita also threw a pea of death with her little bare foot and turned the tank over. After which she sang:

I believe the whole world will pass by,

There will be an end to fascism...

And the sun will shine,

Lighting the way for communism!

The boy Sashka also launched something lethal at the fascists and squeaked:

- And there's an army of orcs on the left and an army of orcs on the right - it's good for us to fight while drunk!

The boy Petka giggled and sang, shooting from a slingshot:

- Glory to our Motherland!

The girl Masha also fired a burst from the machine gun and squealed:

-For Lenin and Stalin!

Apparently Beria hasn't gained that kind of authority yet! And life was good under the Tsar. When a worker could buy ten cows for a month's salary. But we got Soviet power and now the war is in its fourteenth year and we have to eat on ration cards.

And Moscow is under constant shelling by long-range artillery. And bombs and missiles rained down on it.

Young pioneer Olya launched a radio-controlled birdhouse made of plywood and shot down an attack aircraft. After which she sang:

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!

Oleg, who made similar birdhouses with Margarita, also launched them at the attack aircraft. And five homemade missiles flew at once. And they exploded, destroying the jet attack aircraft and homing in on the sound, using a device the size of a pea.

That's how the kids were hammering this mosquito den and menagerie. But Trump also got Soviet troops out of the sky. And he pounded them without any pity, demonstrating his fighting spirit. And so at the end of August he reached forty thousand downed planes. And for this he received the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and red diamonds. Which is very cool for Trump and the war continues.

Autumn has already arrived... and there is a lull on the fronts. However, partisans are active in the rear of the Nazis and the Western coalition. And they are trying to achieve something to prevent the fascists and capitalists from gaining a foothold on Soviet soil.

On October 16, 1954, Larisa Mikheiko set off on a mission to the village. The girl was already an experienced underground fighter and scout. It was not easy to walk. The rough boots with wooden soles rubbed her feet badly. The girl took off her boots with a sigh and went barefoot. The dirt from the night frost had frozen into icy lumps and was ringing under the child's feet. It was cold and almost painful to walk barefoot. The girl quickened her pace to keep warm. Her bare soles, roughened over the summer, scratched the hard surface. The girl walked for a long time, her bare toes began to turn blue from the cold, her feet were sore, her empty stomach was rumbling from the cold. Her red hair stuck out from under her headscarf and fluttered in the wind.

Little partisan Lara, to make it less nasty, sang a song.

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!

The girl sang very touchingly and sonorously. It is a bit cold in a tattered beggarly dress, but when you walk quickly it warms you up. Lara is somewhat reminiscent of Gerda, wandering along an icy autumn road in search of Kai. But the partisan already has a blown up bridge, several small sabotage operations and a lot of information about the movements of the Nazis.

Lara is in a terrible mood. And not only because she left home before dawn and without breakfast. And not only because her bare feet, bruised by the edges of the ice, are burning like fire and ache terribly.

The saddest news is the news from the front. The Germans have already captured part of the Caucasus, except for Baku, Tbilisi and Yerevan, Arkhangelsk and a number of cities in the north have long since fallen. The Nazis are only a couple of hundred kilometers from Moscow. China can attack from the east, swallowing Mongolia whole and can strike at the second capital of the USSR in Alma-Ata.

There is no joy in the news from the front. And Lara frowns at this. The war has been going on for three years, and there are no changes for the better. Are they really doomed to lose? And there is no chance of a turning point? True, as long as the capital stands, there is hope!

Lara remembered Jeanne d'Arc to calm herself down. The English captured more than half of France, and the capital Paris. Nevertheless, the French were able to turn the tide of the war and sweep the English out of their country. Perhaps the same thing will happen now. The main thing is that the people and their spirit do not wane.

Lara's bare feet broke through the ice crust in the puddle, it was ticklish for the calluses that had grown on her soles. The girl became more cheerful and said:

- And I am a savage... Wild and fearless!

Barefoot footprints remain on the white frost. Her wet feet are cold and the girl almost starts running, it seems as if there are burning coals under her soles. If Lara had not been hardened by the thousands of miles she had walked between the villages, her hardened soles would have bled.

And it hurts and burns, but it"s a little dull, and the hard sole can withstand it.

The girl, hardened by constant transitions, ran for a long time, she got her second wind, she warmed up, and even sweated a little. Only her worn-out soles hurt a lot, and her tired calves ached.

But the village, you have to go to the yellow hut and give the password.

The girl knocked three times. A young, rather attractive woman in a peasant dress appeared. She looked suspiciously at the beggar woman, whose legs were red from the cold, and asked:

- You bring good news, or a pack of devils!

Lara answered automatically:

- There are no devils, and God is One!

The woman repeated the review:

- God is One, but there are many saints!

And she extended her hand to the girl.

- Come in, my dear, you must be frozen from the journey!

Lara entered, carrying rough shoes in her hands. She took a cipher from the wooden sole. The woman took it in her hands, hid it behind her sleeve, and whistled:

- Bring a basin of warm water, son!

A fair-haired boy of about ten appeared. Thin, in simple peasant clothes, barefoot, but cheerful.

The woman ordered tenderly:

- Wash the guest's feet!

Lara shook her head in embarrassment:

- I myself. Not a lady!

The woman waved it off:

- I heard about you, Lara. You caused a lot of trouble for the Fritzes, and you were even nominated for the "Great Patriotic War" order.

The girl sighed heavily. The boy took a small piece of laundry soap and began to rub the girl's hard, scratched and bruised legs.

The woman said sympathetically:

- Did you walk barefoot in such cold weather?

Lara nodded and replied:

- The shoes are very rough, not the right size, my heels are rubbed. And I'm more comfortable barefoot, and it's easier on my feet!

The woman said with a smile:

- It won't take long to catch a cold. And it's especially hard to get shoes for children, the people have become impoverished under the occupation. But my child Mikhey weaves excellent bast shoes, maybe he can order some in your size? It's better than wooden shoes!

Lara waved it off:

- Oh, no need... I was never sick as a child, and I can walk around without shoes. But in bast shoes, I'll feel more of a beggar than barefoot.

The woman herself rubbed Lara"s foot, the rough sole, and remarked:

- She's like a peasant woman's, tough! But the journey ahead is long. Maybe you should eat something for the road?

Lara, who had been suffering from hunger for the second day, nodded:

- This is possible!

The dinner turned out to be modest. The woman was a widow and was raising five children. Everyone got a jacket potato and a cup of milk. Lara was already quite tall, and her figure was forming, promising to soon turn into a blooming and beautiful girl. One potato, of course, was not enough for a growing organism. But she had no conscience to ask for more in such poverty. The children were thin, but cheerful, constantly smiling and laughing.

Lara licked her fingers and drank the delicious milk to the last drop. She felt even more hungry than before lunch. But she had already gotten used to eating half-starved. The potato, chewed together with the skin, and the fatty milk had done something for her body. And then maybe she would end up in a richer house and they would feed the partisan.

The woman handed Lara the font. The girl hid it in the wooden sole of a heavy boot. After the relatively warm hut, the cold hit her outside. The woman ran up to her and threw a shawl over her shoulders. Lara threw it back:

- No need! You are so poor! Let it be better for the children!

The widow kissed the girls goodbye and said:

- Well, God bless you! I hope I get there!

Lara moved along the frozen road. To warm up, she broke into a run. A cold wind blew from the north, the sky was overcast, and the day was frosty. And she was wearing only an old dress above the knees, and bare, red feet. After the warm water, the icy wind was even colder. As if pincers were grabbing her bare heels.

Lara runs, trying to hold her breath. At least it's a little warmer. There's an icy crust under her bare, crimson feet. She remembered the story about Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya. How painful it was for her, barefoot in the snow. No wonder the fascists used such torture.

And Lara's teeth began to chatter, and she quickened her pace. She thought that it was a shame she hadn't taken a scarf. In the afternoon, the October frost only intensified. But she was a Soviet pioneer and had to endure it. If only she had enough strength. Her body was trained by numerous transitions, and she could endure everything. Even if every step exploded with pain! Running fast, in the end, began to warm Lara. It became warmer, and the girl's red, like boiled crayfish, legs even began to steam. The pain eased, and a second wind opened up. What did she show that she could... Like that Gerda, who rushed barefoot in the bitter frost to the palace of the Snow Queen. And although there were still a good twenty miles ahead, Lara was sure - she would make it!

And her bare, scarlet, childish soles slapped on the icy crust.

The war continued... Since it was already the fourteenth year of the Great Patriotic War, Beria did not conduct offensive actions, he was saving his strength. It was reminiscent of a boxing match of ancient times. When the fourteenth round begins, both fighters slow down and begin to conserve their strength.

In winter, there are battles only in the sky. The cities of the USSR are mostly destroyed, and military production has gone underground. And not only military. The civilian population is also digging deeper. Deep-level bomb shelters are being built. There are still battles in the sky. Trump fights in an ME-462, a machine with a heavy armament of nine aircraft cannons. It is capable of striking both air and ground targets. This is a truly devastating aircraft. It is both a fighter and an attack aircraft at the same time.

And Trump, flying on it, has to look for ground targets. Which he does with great force and energy.

On Christmas, US B-36 and German TA-600 aircraft dealt a crushing blow to Novosibirsk using depth charges to destroy the aircraft production workshops. And they partially succeeded. The strongest aircraft factory suffered. Then the USSR temporarily switched to the production of MIG-15 using a simplified scheme. The aircraft became worse in flight characteristics, and weaker in armament. But they managed to maintain their mass production. And the battles continued with incredible force in the airspace.

The new year of 1955 arrived... The winter passed without any changes to the front line. But the Germans did torture the partisans a little. They caught three girls and despite the frost, stripped them almost naked and chased them through the snow. The girls' bare feet slapped through the snowdrifts. And then they were led out onto paths of hot coals, which was very painful. And the girls cried and moaned. And then the fascist executioners doused them with gasoline and set them on fire. What incredible barbarity.

And all this was combined with a high level of development of science, especially military science, in the Third Reich.

Finally, in the spring, the long-awaited "Panther"-5 appeared, with an engine of two thousand horsepower, and weighing only sixty tons. That is, it had excellent ergonomics, and a speed of over one hundred kilometers on the highway. At the same time, the car became low, only one and a half meters, and its armor was even thicker and sloped. Just imagine a three-hundred-millimeter front at a very large angle, and two hundred and twenty sides with slopes. The gun remained a caliber of 105 millimeters, but the barrel became shorter, which added convenience in transportation, it became easier to aim the muzzle, and easier to move in wooded areas. And the initial velocity of the projectile increased to one thousand six hundred meters per second against one thousand two hundred previously. So the "Panther"-4 turned out to be a successful tank with only two crew members located prone. And imagine - only one and a half meters high - how difficult it is to hit and how convenient it is to camouflage. And well protected from the roof. In the spring of 1955, the Tiger-5 finally appeared, also with a 128-millimeter high-pressure gun in the breech. And weighing eighty-five tons with a two-thousand-five-hundred-horsepower gas turbine engine. The vehicle was also low-silhouette, with two crew members located prone, and very well armored. In the front, it was generally four hundred millimeters at a large angle. And even the Soviet SAU-203 could not penetrate it from the front. These are the vehicles that the Germans began to produce. So far, however, only the very first ones have rolled off the assembly line in May.

But this was already the first alarm bell for the Red Army. But was it the first? Everyone was already tired of this war, but it was even harder to end it, since everyone had gotten used to it.

And so at the end of May the Nazis are again trying to attack from the flanks of Moscow. And again the pioneers, who are very brave, are fighting heroically.

Here they are, in shorts, digging a trench. Boys with bare, muscular, chocolate-colored torsos from the sun. They press on the blades of shovels with their rough, bare soles. And in the distance, the cannonade rumbles. But the young Leninists pay no attention. Here a crane flies overhead, casting a barely noticeable shadow on the grass. The boys are digging, it is summer and hot, and their bare, sinewy bodies shine with sweat in the sun like polished bronze. And it looks very beautiful.

Timur commands a company of boys. His hair has been bleached by the sun and has become the color of overripe wheat, and his face is almost black from dust and tan. The young Leninist sang:

Glory to our free fatherland,

Stalin and Lenin are support forever,

The power of law, the will of the people,

Believe that man will come to communism!

Genka, also tanned to the point of blackness, presses on the handle of the shovel and chirps with fury:

No, the dawn will not fade,

A falcon's, an eagle's gaze...

The people's voice is loud,

The whisper will crush the snake!

And the boy also takes it and whistles. And the other boys join in.

War is a man's business. That's why there is only one representative of the fair sex over the company: Anastasia. She is, I must say, a very beautiful girl. In a very short skirt, so that her strong, very unfemininely muscular legs are visible.

She works with all the boys, and her muscles roll like bundles of wire under her bronze-tanned skin.

Anastasia has become more muscular and massive with muscles from constant hard work - now that's a beauty. And her chest is high, and her waist is relatively thin with powerful hips - a Russian beauty.

She turned to Timur:

- Well, commissar, shall we tear the Germans apart?

The young, barefoot commander in shorts replied:

- Of course we will break it!

And a boy of about thirteen with light, neatly trimmed hair crushed a piece of ceramic with his bare heel.

Anastasia admired Timur. How well this boy is built, what relief, deeply drawn muscles. And how beautiful and at the same time masculine face. This is a real poster pioneer, the embodiment of harmony and strength. You can sculpt statues of him. And in general, the boys here are hardened by hard work, with good healthy food rich in vegetables and fruits, and they all have good muscles, without excess fat deposits. But still, Timur is more handsome and more muscular than everyone, with the exception of perhaps Oleg. This boy was a prisoner and worked in the logging and quarries, and therefore his muscles are like cast steel. Oleg is a year younger than Timur, but also very handsome and fair-haired.

Anastasia chirped:

Pioneers, you are strong guys,

You can even bend a poker...

We will fire from a machine gun,

Pointing the way to communism!

Genka noted, shaking his fist at the West and sang:

Eh Fuhrer, eh Fuhrer, evil Fuhrer goat,

Why did you, donkey, come to the councils?

You'll get it from us, right in the snout,

You'll run into a strong boy's fist!

Evgeniya Aleksandrovna, a girl of about thirteen, ran up to Timur with her bare heels flashing. She was wearing a short, sleeveless, old cotton dress that had faded onto her naked body. The girl's legs were strong, muscular, with soles roughened from long periods of walking barefoot. Evgeniya was a beautiful girl with a half-grown figure that had already begun to form. Her dress was poor, but she had a red tie on her neck and lush golden hair that made the teenage girl even more charming and angelic.

Timur noted:

- Why are you wearing an old dress? Maybe it would be better to wear a new uniform?

Zhenya objected:

- The fight is about to start. You'll have to crawl and your dress will tear. You're also wearing only shorts. It's more practical and agile, and shoes only get in the way of boys in the summer. And in the winter you should toughen up so much that you can slap barefoot in the snow.

The pioneer boy Genka exclaimed:

- That's what I do. The skin on my soles is like a camel's calluses, and snow doesn't scare me. And if necessary, I can run on hot coals without any problems!

Petka answered with a smile:

The pioneer fighters rush into the attack,

Everyone believes in victory passionately...

And we are such strong athletes, believe me,

Any barrier is considered shoulder-sized for the boy!

. CHAPTER #7.

After watching a film made up by the teenagers themselves about an alternative history with a cool Trump, the young geniuses went back to the lab to build something really cool and deadly.

The boy and the girl started programming and disassembling something. And they did it actively and quickly.

Meanwhile, another alternative was running on the computer on the Internet.

Sensation in the Russian presidential elections in March 2018, Ksenia Ovcharkova won. This result turned out to be a great sensation. Since many believed that the current Russian president was invincible! But it turned out that a charming, sexy, young woman, a fresh politician - turned out to be much more attractive than the previous outdated politicians. Perhaps, it played into Ksenia's hands that - everyone was so confident in the victory of the current president that most voters, for the sake of laughter, voted for a pretty girl. That is, millions of people decided - since the outcome of the elections is predetermined, then nothing depends on my vote.

So why not vote with your heart - for the extravagant beauty. Too many people decided so, and practically all the young people without exception!

Tens of millions of individual voices merged together and a celebration of the soul and a huge sensation was born!

Victory! In the first round, having collected more than sixty percent of the votes, the socialite Ksenia Ovcharova won! And the whole world literally thundered!

But the people's choice is the people's choice! And the current president was forced to resign himself. And hand over his powers to his sexy successor!

During the oath-taking, Ksenia threw out her first pony - she showed up in a bikini and barefoot. She placed the dusty, bare sole of her graceful, tanned foot on the constitution. And crowed!

Then the truth gave a speech, flashing her oratorical skills. And she performed an energetic dance with jumping and stretching. The young woman danced well, even took off her bra, remaining cool and inaccessible in her proud nakedness.

Well, the inauguration was magnificent and scandalous. And then the workdays began. Ksenia proposed her sexy friend Tatyana for the post of prime minister. The deputies grumbled, but approved - who wants to lose their seat. Moreover, the formidable warrior surrounded the Duma with troops.

And then same-sex marriages, marijuana, and prostitution were legalized. The communists tried to make a move and were immediately banned by presidential decree. The protests were not massive. Partly because of the Ukrainian example, partly because no one allocated money to fuel the Maidan!

Ksenia placed her young friends and girlfriends in all the leadership positions. The government was formed from representatives of show business and business. There were also many foreigners, primarily Americans and Germans.

Ksenia significantly increased the salaries of officials and Duma deputies. And allowed deputies to do business. So the parliament was obedient to the new president. Laws were passed allowing officials to receive gifts for large sums of money, and many corruption schemes were legalized.

Ksenia also significantly reduced spending on the police, special services, and especially the army. Many officers were fired, but they were given high pensions and credited with seniority. Salaries were raised for both workers and public sector employees. Free travel on public transport was introduced.

Ksenia pursued a populist policy. Porn, erotica, and American action films were now shown on television 24/7. The Internet became free, and schools switched to total testing. And in addition, they began to teach the Kama Sutra and Sex Education. Condoms became free.

Ksenia has taken a dozen lovers herself - demonstrating her sexual uninhibitedness. Indeed, why do you need only one - if there are so many young and handsome men around and they are all so different.

In foreign policy, Ksenia began to get closer to the US and to avoid China. She cancelled all the benefits that Eastern companies had in Russia. She began to evict the Chinese from Syria. She joined NATO. Assad was overthrown and a compromise figure was put in his place. Ksenia gained popularity in the US. She went to Kyiv in triumph and gave back Donbass in exchange for guarantees and amnesty.

Then it joined the European Union. No one objected in the Duma - the communists were arrested, and the rest only applauded the new, liberal course. A powerful association was formed, which included Ukraine and Belarus. In Belarus, the government changed, the dictator who had become boring to everyone received compensation and left "voluntarily", stabilization and growth came to Ukraine. A powerful Eurasian Union was created.

The elderly Nazarbayev left and young liberals came to power in Kazakhstan. A new system was created. Which quickly gained economic power. Elections were held in the Duma, and the composition was renewed. In the USA, the president changed, the former non-systemic one left.

His successor, a democrat, chose a course toward globalization. And a crisis began in China. Having lost its support in the form of Russia and Europe, and having encountered the united nations, this monster began to lose its positions. In addition, waves of protest against the dominance of the Communist Party swept across the Celestial Empire itself. The new Chinese bourgeoisie wanted democracy and the elimination of the dominance of one party. Blood was spilled and the wave of protests grew.

As a result, China split and the Celestial Empire collapsed into chaos. Russia experienced an unprecedented economic boom, becoming the leader of the Eurasian Union. Crime, including sexual crime, decreased. Every Russian citizen received the right to visit a brothel almost free of charge from the age of twelve.

North Korea went through a severe political crisis, a revolution, and found itself free. Then it united with South Korea and joined the Eurasian Union. A powerful union emerged, which included more and more new countries. And gradually wars died down in the world, a single political and economic space was created. Separate parts of China also joined the Freedom Association.

Then a single World Government was organized, headed by Ksenia Ovcharkova.

The planet became one, and humanity solved all its problems collectively. Controlled thermonuclear fusion was implemented, then the thermoquark reaction was discovered, which was predicted by the brilliant writer and physicist Oleg Rybachenko.

The expansion into space began. Which resulted first in the exploration of the Solar System, then neighboring stars and galaxies. Science was able to defeat old age, and Ksenia Ovcharova became forever young and beautiful, the ruler of the planet Earth. And all people became forever young and beautiful, and healthy.

This continued until humans reached the edge of the universe. But having reached the pinnacle of prosperity and omnipotence, humans encountered a civilization from another universe. And for the first time in thousands of years, humans had to take part in a large-scale interuniversal war.

And again Ksenia Ovcharkova showed off her genius. And the earthlings, having absorbed the entire universe, began to win victory after victory.

And then humanity learned to resurrect the dead, and began to create universes itself. And Hypercommunism came, when people's capabilities were limited only by imagination, but it is known that human fantasy has no limits. And people began to create their own universe. When each person could have his own universe, or even many universes with subjects and slaves.

And Ksenia Ovcharkova, having turned into a hyper-omnipotent Super-Deity, embodying all the dreams of humanity, noted:

- Humanity was crucified to the fullest, and it"s not a sin to become at least a little bit of a god!

Yes, it really was an alternative at its best. The teenagers got tired of fiddling with the devices and ran to the armored door. Oleg pressed the button and opened it.

After which they went outside together with Angelica.

The sun had passed midday. The day was warm. And the teenagers began to slap their bare feet on the hot asphalt. They were in a high spirits and really wanted to sing.

Why not?

And the boy and the girls started singing:

Oh Paris, such a beautiful city,

In it, every cobblestone is like a diamond...

Even though there is childhood hunger,

We will show the greatest class!


Here comes a boy, running, barefoot,

Heels like rabbit paws...

After all, no child is poor,

I believe the guys will be happy!


Our Paris was founded once upon a time,

Apparently Caesar himself built it...

There are boys and playful girls in it,

Maybe even Adam wandered here!


France is my native country,

There are many forests, fields and rivers in it...

You are forever glorified, O saint,

Where a person can breathe so freely!


Charlemagne expanded your space,

To the Slavic, snowy shores...

I have accomplished a great mission,

The best sons of France!


And then thunderstorms thundered brightly,

There was unrest from the dukes, princes...

The widows of the fallen shed tears,

They also took children into slavery!


France, however, developed,

Louis was a saint as a monarch...

It rose above the stars like the sun,

With your faith and big dream!


Here Versailles was built by honest Colbert,

Believe me, the world admired him...

You kids put a comment with your pen,

May Shakespeare himself sing for you!


Louis was a solar monarch,

Under him, France flourished magnificently...

She ate frogs for breakfast,

Pyshki, a country that is barely fed!


There was a revolution recently,

The French people overthrew the king...

A new program has now started,

The newly elected convention reigns!


But it didn't bring happiness to the people,

The reign of the guillotine began...

The gloomy bad weather has come again,

And the executioner became the new master!


But Napoleon the eagle appeared,

Like a falcon in the wondrous heights...

And it seemed that Christ was born again,

Satan's vision has become difficult!


The glorious campaigns of the giant,

Austria, Italy in smoke...

He will go around and hit you hard in the back,

If necessary, it will end up in Crimea!


He was in Egypt and smashed the Arabs,

And the pyramids were under the eagle...

He has so many different layouts,

When he conquered fate with a blade!


And Prussia is submissive to Bonaparte,

And Poland became his fiefdom...

Boy, sit down at your desk quickly,

So that nothing becomes impossible!


It's true that Russia has severe frosts,

And it's hard for the French army...

Children drop crystal and tears into the snow,

And somewhere in the snowdrifts it blossomed!


Napoleon certainly gained the upper hand in battles,

And he was great even in the Kremlin...

He would rule the world almost forever,

Everywhere on our mother Earth!


But here's the problem - the French are retreating,

I'm walking through the snow, and a prickly swarm...

Napoleon's ranks are quickly melting away,

It turned out to be such a crushing game!


Kutuzov is unable to win the battle,

But the cunning man took it by starvation...

The country of Russia is very large,

You can wander around it for a whole century!


Then the Russians burst into Europe,

A large army is moving forward as a horde...

And no matter how hard the French fought,

But we got a losing score!


Napoleon was exiled to Helena,

And Louis came to our throne...

If necessary, we will block the Seine,

Let's give the English a real thrashing!


The Cossacks took a stroll through Paris,

They spanked the children with whips...

Others also tried hard,

This is how he acts without valiant ideas!


In short, we are no longer a power,

And it seems that France is finished...

I see that our glory has faded,

It's as if the Fatherland was hung on a hook!


But our will to fight has not faded,

The French went to storm Algiers...

Let the army have happiness in battle again,

And our military idol will be reborn!


I know the time will come for revenge,

France will enter Moscow with victory...

The soldier carries grenades in a sturdy backpack,

And if necessary, he'll hit you on the nose!


And Napoleons will burn again,

Victories will come, you know that...

We will crush hostile laws,

Let's build a new, bright, wonderful paradise!


And the French fleet will be reborn again,

The stormy fox of the seas will arise again...

An armada of ships will rush forward,

And the villain will be crushed in battle!


Then Gavroche will no longer be a child,

And the great and cool marshal...

He will marry the bride with a girl,

May strength and luck be with him forever!

And so the teenagers sang. They ran around a bit more. And they found themselves near the cafeteria. And they ordered a chocolate shake and some cream puffs. And they started eating them with all the spontaneity of children.

Oleg, chewing a cake, asked:

- Do you think God exists?

Angelica replied:

- Not yet, but I think it will appear soon. If we launch self-reproduction of chips, then the whole world will be ours!

The boy genius nodded vigorously:

- Yes, it will be! And we will conquer it! It is not enough to simply put an end to crime, we must restore order on the planet!

Angelica giggled and noted:

No need for gold or money,

But it is necessary that in front of me...

People were on their knees,

People were on their knees,

All over the surface of the earth!

And the young ladies began to laugh and wink at each other. Sashka and Alice appeared.

Now the teenagers who had not yet turned fourteen were a quartet - two boys and two girls.

And they decided to have a four-player battle in the computer room. One pair against another pair. And this should be noted as a cool decision.

Oleg and Angelica started building a community center for the production of other workers with five units. And they did it quite successfully.

Sashka and Alisa did the same, but on another planet. And technical preparations for expansion were underway. And this was done very energetically.

The teenagers built community centers, grain fields, military hangars, and much more. And they had to fight the computer races first to expand their living space. And that also required a lot of effort.

Oleg and Angelica understand that they tried. First of all, you need to produce as many workers as possible. And for this you need farms and more food. Then you fill the mines and pits. And you continue to increase production. And the most important thing is to build barracks. And of course, the Academy of Sciences, the power plant, and the military academy. The latter is the most important and there are many discoveries in it. However, without the economy, nothing will be fun. But you need to have resources for war and expansion. And the more territory you have, the more resources for war and population. But what you conquer must also be defended. So this requires serious skill.

Oleg and Angelica carried out the first captures with quick, infantry attacks. But then they built tank factories, and of course, how can you do without it and aircraft factories. To really bomb the enemy with carpet methods.

Oleg noted:

- Aviation is power!

And indeed, why not. And so the planes bomb the enemy positions. And destroy enemy cities.

And also to build Julius Caesar so that he would command the troops and the economy, that would be cool.

And the boy took and reproduced Julius. And his friend Alexandra the Great.

The mint was built quickly, and then the process of minting the coins that would be printed there began.

Julius Caesar started eating again. It's good here in the Hypernet matrix. You eat great food, and your stomach doesn't get full. And that's what we call great!

And you eat with greed and pleasure. Experiencing a unique ecstasy.

For example, what a hybrid of a kid, a cucumber, and a perch is! It has an exotic taste on its own, and after pumping it up, you can completely lose your mind and swallow your tongue.

Wow - this is just super food!

Meanwhile, the construction has become more active. Here Caesar has thundered three more poles, and a faster stamping of girl units in public centers. And this is quite effective.

run. Although I had to pay twenty thousand iron, ten thousand gold, fifty thousand food. And it turned out to be a pretty steep and tough move.

Julius Caesar answered with a smile, baring his teeth:

- For the Fatherland - our mother!

And again he laughs and winks at his vis-à-vis. The girls also cheered up.

Now the streams of unit workers began to run out more energetically and the community centers themselves were transformed. And they became much more colorful and bright, statues appeared on them.

And here again are new modernizations and construction of mines and quarries.

Moreover, mines can be improved by driving new girl units into them. At the same time, you pump up the girls in the academy so that they move faster. And become more resilient and stronger.

Some of the girls from the very first ones have already exhausted their spirit and are exhausted. They went to bed. Well, let them recover. And now we can build a couple of temples.

They add endurance to units within a certain area. And these are very beautiful temples. But they also cost resources and distract forces.

Caesar especially ordered the construction of a temple to Mars with love, and it looked quite beautiful. And the old Mars also adds survivability and endurance to units.

But the Temples of Venus are not bad at all.

And you can also allocate resources to organize festivals for the gods. And for that you also need wine and beer factories. That is, there is a game promotion, and at a rapid pace.

But that's of course not all.

Alexander the Great is not standing still either. And it is necessary to finally build barracks with fighters. And at the same time a military academy to carry out the training of warriors, weapons,

and even technology. And the girls rushed to build a military academy. Their bodies were so sweaty, shiny with copper skin. And now the first barracks are built, now you can choose

warriors. And Caesar decided that let the heavy infantry be young men, and the archers and slingers - girls. And at the same time it is possible to make a purchase of weapons. In particular, more lethal, and destructive,

from a significant shooting range of crossbows. And the accuracy of the crossbow is higher.

Julius Caesar noted:

- The crossbow is a good thing.

Here a military academy has been erected. Here, for example, you can temper swords to make them cut better, enhance the properties of armor, and do much more.

However, it wouldn't hurt to get some cavalry. And that's not a bad thing either. There are light and heavy horses. And different types of armor. And of course, especially heavy armored

For fighters in armor, it is not at all superfluous to test strength, physical parameters and endurance at a military academy.

Julius Caesar even regretted that the military academy - a very beautiful, though strict form building, was built in one copy. The amount of resources grew quickly.

Here Caesar has tested new methods of mining and gold and iron in the economic academy, and the production has increased by fifty percent. And you can order new axes for the girls-lumberjacks.

So that trees would be cut down one hundred percent more. Oil is not in production yet. But it needs to be extracted.

For example, for the sake of Greek fire and primitive flamethrowers. And at the same time to build factories with catapults, ballistas and other things.

And on the rivers there are ports with battle galleys. And this is also very interesting.

At the same time, the girls, flashing their bare heels, crawled across the map and captured more and more new resources. And it was possible to stand again.

Here come the first cohorts with infantry. In front are the heavy infantry, tall men in boots and armor, with spears and swords. And behind them are the girls with crossbows and bows and slings.

The warriors are barefoot, muscular, with armored tiles on their chests. However, many girls cover themselves from arrows with chain mail and protect their legs with boots. But this is also

for certain resources.

In addition, the cavalry is marching. And here are different types of horsemen with weapons. Those who were driven through the military academy are armed with long computers and armored like tanks.

If there are archers and archers on horses.

But the varieties of other fighters are on camels, here you can put heavier cavalrymen. Or install a tower. Julius Caesar also decided to acquire special

factories for war elephants. This too must be recognized as a formidable weapon.

However, a war chariot with scythes and archers is not a weak weapon either. And it can be used perfectly for combat purposes. In any case, this is what Julius Caesar was trying to achieve.

Now a legion of five thousand infantry, both heavy and archers and slingers, had already been recruited from the first barracks.

Caesar grinned and drove the warriors away again, this time in three military academies. In particular, arrows and swords became sharper and more penetrating, and shields were stronger.

And here behind them gallop horses. Also powerful horsemen and horsewomen.

The first legion marched slowly. And the horses were held. And then a new legion of infantry appeared and the barracks worked quickly, especially if there were temples of the god nearby.

Wars of Mars.

Julius Caesar felt the urge to get some food again. In this case, to gobble up some tasty cake. And so, a whole mountain of flower buds and various little animals appeared.

And it was so beautiful and simply fragrant. As if it was a wonderful aroma of flowers and spices. And a howling taste.

Julius Caesar began to eat the cake, washing it down with tea.

And Julius Caesar's troops are moving. Flamethrowers and Greek fire installations are already rolling. And ballistas and catapults are moving. You can point your finger at them. And Julius Caesar is still

It is clearly visible through holograms to count the parameters and level of the catapult and ballista. And this is a very formidable weapon, which becomes even more powerful as a result of the run.

And the range of ballistas and catapults and the explosive force as a result of the run grow. So there is much that can be done here. And the power of flamethrowers can be wonderfully increased.

And this will turn out to be a tough move and step.

Julius Caesar felt very confident. And the cake is simply stunningly sweet and delicious. And you devour it with great love. And the great dictator acts actively.

Here on the map there are constructions and more and more new mines are opening. And the academies of sciences are working. For example, it is possible to increase gold and iron production again by allocating resources and

by inventing new methods of smelting.

It is possible to increase forest cutting, and extract coal and oil. And much more, and use new drilling methods. Although you have to pay for everything. And what don't they invent

in academy. There is a great variety of everything and anything there.

And so it is possible to run wells, and, for example, methods of nest sowing of grain, or even a remedy for rodents, which increases food production by one hundred percent.

Indeed, there were not enough resources before, but now there are more and more of them, and they are starting to accumulate.

Caesar remarked with a very pleased look:

- We can do almost anything!

And in the military academy he increased the rate of fire of archers again. And he also went and increased the speed and endurance of horsemen. And added barracks... Now four more legions have come out.

There are six of them, and that's thirty thousand infantry. And another six thousand horsemen, and a large number of ballistas and catapults. And more and more new barracks are being built.

And all new factories for the production of cavalry and elephants. And of course new spaces are captured on the map. And the stamping of soldiers in the barracks is sharply accelerated.

And everything goes in a cheerful and fighting style.

And horses are made faster, they fly out much more quickly. And elephant stamping can be accelerated. By the way, here you can also launch mammoths by paying for resources.

And they are much bigger than elephants and much cooler. And in fact, this is the highest achievement of genetic science.

And the legions are moving towards the border.

There are a lot of girls there, tanned, wearing a minimum of clothes, with blond hair and flashing bare heels.

Wow... And more and more girls are coming, and they are ready to fight bravely for a bright tomorrow. These are girls...

Julius Caesar began to eat the cake again and noted:

- Everything is wonderful in war. I love the clanging of swords and the grinding of spears!

Natasha nodded in agreement:

- Of course, Julius! We ourselves love war games!

Zoya took it and sang:

- Cursed and ancient,

The enemy swears again...

Rub Mane,

Grind into powder!

Natasha picked up, stamping her bare foot,

But the angel does not sleep,

And everything will be okay...

And everything will end well!

And everything will end well!

Julius Caesar now felt like a true deity. There was so much energy and youthful excitement in him now... Six more legions and six thousand horsemen went into battle.

It was obviously a huge army.

Now sixty thousand infantry - half of which are beautiful, bare-legged girls. And twelve thousand horsemen, two-thirds of which are light and very sexy girls.

Julius Caesar smacked his lips and declared:

- my victory will be in the war...

And the Romans moved towards the border again. They were many and strong and ready to fight like giants. And even they began to sing cheerful and lively songs. And it was delightful.

Especially when girls run around barefoot and almost naked.

Julius Caesar began to eat the cake again, clearly enjoying it. Yes, it's especially delicious if the sponge cake soaked in the spices is washed down with wine.

Yes, I must say this is great and you literally moan with delight.

Julius Caesar took and sang:

- Eat cakes, great monarch,

You must be as hard as steel...

You will be just like a lion, all wild,

And hit the evil ones with sports!

Julius Caesar is obviously a very combative guy. He was quite old at the time of his death, and now he is so young and perky.

And the cake is big, you can't eat it all at once. And you can really enjoy its taste. And the taste is so pleasant, bright, strong, just super. And it's such a yummy thing.

And again Julius gives orders to capture more and more new territories. And to build at the same time also a merchant and, of course, a military fleet. And to do all this with great energy.

This is what Julius is capable of.

And it's all combat-like.

Natasha noted:

- The boy sees a machine gun in his dreams,

After all, a tank is more expensive than a limousine...

Who wants to turn a penny into a nickel:

From birth he understands that force rules!

And Oleg does the same thing.

The boy utters a cascade of aphorisms:

It's all very well to praise dictatorship under democratic regimes!

A dictator is like an insect: he stings, buzzes, sticks, but he is not destined to have wings!

One tyrant is better than a hundred despots, one blow is more certain than a thousand curses!


A thousand sheep cannot trample one wolf, a million mediocrities cannot replace one genius!

Geniuses are like gold grains in the sand, but the height of their fineness depends on the ruler-washer!

It is easier for a talentless rich man than for a genius poor man in everything except the priceless memory of the people!

A young puppy is better off than an old lion, if they are the same age, then a lion is a puppy's cherished dream!

The lion is the king of beasts, but the lion's share still goes to man!

It's good to have the dexterity of a monkey, but it's worse to have the dexterity of plagiarism!

Better to be a lion in battle and division than to be skinned by a ram!

When a bagel is eaten, where does the hole from the bagel go? It goes as a snack, drunk from an empty glass!

A smart tyranny is better than a stupid mess!

Many cooks spoil porridge, but many women do not spoil love!

The more gods there are, the less their power!

It is impossible to live without women, but it is impossible to survive without men!

The unknown is scary, but the known sometimes makes you just afraid!

Knowledge gives birth to confidence even when it is difficult, ignorance gives birth to confusion even when it is easy!

Love conquers all wildness!

But there are still men in the world like this - as soon as they see a woman, they immediately start to roar!

It's better to swat one deadly bloodsucker than to kill seven flies!

It is better to kill one mammoth than a hundred rats, it is better to defeat one hero than a thousand cowards!

Two living friends are good, four dead enemies are even better!

It's better to be a woman than a babe!

Not everyone in pants is a man, not everyone in a skirt is a woman!

It's easier to seduce a hundred women than to give one a seductive dream!

Fighting is harder than breathing, but much more natural!

The world is strewn with thorns that are only slightly licked by the shod consciousness!

A tramp is always "shod"!

There are many temptations in the world, but the most insidious temptation is war!

War is unattractive, but it is a good seductress!

Everything in nature is harmonious, but man is very cynical!

It's good to be a monkey by way of life, but worse in a monkey house, where life is ugly!

There is a monkey inside every person, but Darwin still won't lower people to the level of macaques!

Starting small can lead to a big end if you have a huge ego!

The strongest cage is stupidity, it is impenetrable and breaks the convolutions of the brain!

Better to gain with a fool than to lose with a smart one! A fool is a relative concept, a loser is an absolute one!

Happiness is different for everyone, but grief is the same for everyone!

Faith without works is dead and fruitless, only works of faith often produce dead people!

I don't love the gun, but the feeling of confidence it gives!

You can love many things, but adore only what is worthy of love!

Daffodils don't thrive and cacti don't make jokes!

To die does not mean to gain strength!

Geniuses are as few as grains of gold in the sand, but they are real mountains that stupidity cannot conquer!

. CHAPTER #8.

Meanwhile, Oleg not only dug, but also built catapults. The boys also cooked homemade explosives. They made them from sawdust, coal dust, with simple additives that can be bought at any drugstore. And the result was something much more powerful than TNT. This is what Oleg, a young inventor and former prisoner, came up with. In a children's labor colony, you can learn a lot and become extremely inventive.

And the boys' catapults are not simple ones, but rather firewood-powered ones. You must agree that this is also an original and very clever idea.

Timur saw that the children were sawing the firewood into smaller pieces so that it would burn better, and adding sulfur and coal dust. In all, there was a whole battalion of pioneers here. Among them were several Komsomol leaders and a dozen pioneer girls. Such a serious set of combat units. Although why units? Each boy, girl and young woman could be called a bright individual.

And the work goes well... The Nazis are attacking with large forces, and practically all of Europe is working for them. And what if Britain and all its colonies join the battle with the Fuhrer?

Then it will be the end of Russia altogether.

And the boys work conscientiously and enthusiastically.

Kolya Kolokolchikov, a ten-year-old boy, chirped:

A furious formation of the detachment,

A furious formation of the detachment,

A furious formation of the detachment,

The lights are burning in the heart!

Vitalik, another pioneer boy, notes:

- Our cause is just and our mood is brave!

And the bare feet of tanned, sinewy, muscular boys step on the handles of the shovels. And they enter the turf.

Some of the pioneer girls help stir the explosives.

They make homemade supplies for catapults.

Komsomol member Natasha chirped:

- We have a chance to win!

The barefoot girl Anastasia objected:

- Not just a chance, we will definitely win!

And then a roar is heard in the distance. These are the famous German attack aircraft Ju-87 rushing. They dive and drop bombs and rockets very accurately.

Seryozhka whistled:

- What a mess!

Oleg nodded:

- Well, we have something to greet them with!

Timur confirmed:

- Of course there is! And we will fight, angels of good!

The young pioneers pulled out pre-prepared slingshots with explosives. They had small dowels, which, however, had great destructive power. And since an airplane is not a tank, you can't put much armor on it. And a small explosive discharge can disable it.

And so the boys handed over their slingshots. And when the German stormtroopers appeared, they dug in with their bare feet.

And let's launch lethal ammunition at the enemy. And let these treats fly, the size of a small chicken egg.

And the first damaged attack aircraft of Hitler's Germany fell down, and the second one followed, its tail smoking like cigarette smoke.

And then the third one, there were many hits. And the explosives were homemade and powerful. Some boys shot from a slingshot. This also has a deadly effect.

Here is the fourth Hitlerite vulture caught fire and the fifth.

Timur noted:

- We're doing a great job of knocking them out!

Anastasia stamped her bare, tanned foot and squeaked:

- Our boys are not afraid of dirt, pioneers can fight bravely!

Oleg noted, seeing how the sixth and seventh planes of the Third Reich fell:

- We've done a lot of preparatory work. In general, a colony for juvenile offenders is a wonderful place, it hardens the body and develops ingenuity. It would be good to send all the children there!

Natasha giggled and noted:

- Yes, that's a great idea! I was in a juvenile correctional facility for girls and learned a lot there. It's really a serious training and school. And the main thing is that you become so cool!

And the girl took it and caught the wasp in flight with her bare toes, and threw it with such force that it went through and hit a German vehicle, and another attack aircraft with a smoking tail flew into the underworld.

Anastasia noted:

- This is excellent! Top class!

Having lost thirteen stormtroopers, the Nazis stopped the attack. And the surviving machines turned back. The propellers began to howl loudly, they don't even need crosses on the graves, crosses on the wings will do.

Timur noted with a joyful look:

- We've beaten the first bet. The enemy has lost thirteen stormtroopers, and we have zero losses.

One girl showed her bare heel, it was pierced by a fragment from a crashed stormtrooper:

- And I suffered!

Seryozhka giggled:

- Poor girl, your legs were pierced!

The pioneer squeaked:

- Well, yes! It was pretty good for the boy to get his bare heels hit with sticks!

Timur noted:

- If you are captured, the Nazis will beat the children with rubber truncheons on their bare soles. It is very painful, but such a massage is very good for your health.

The girl chirped:

- I want to get my bare, childish heels hit with rubber truncheons! - And throwing up her head with a slightly thinner, tanned face, she added. - I swear not a groan or a cry! I will endure like Malchish-Kibalchish and laugh in the faces of my enemies!

Timur responded to this with a smile:

- Of course I believe you! You are a courageous pioneer, you received such a wound, and you don't even make a face. We pioneers are the children of communism!

Oleg noted with alarm:

- Hitler's tanks will soon arrive and we will face a real problem!

The young commander noted:

- We already have catapults ready, don't we? So why should we teach the enemy a lesson?

The former prisoner boy stamped his feet and crushed a bottle fragment with his bare heel, exclaiming:

- We will teach evil a lesson!

And Oleg took and threw with his bare toes, a steel fragment from an aircraft shell. It flew by and hit a crow. It fell down and hit right in the back of a crawling Hitlerite spy. He screamed in pain and fired a burst from his submachine gun. And two fascists crawling in front of him were taken and pierced by bullets like a sieve. And scarlet fountains spurted upward. This little pioneer girl Zhenya fired from a slingshot. And she hit the fascist right in the middle of the forehead with the dowel.

He threw his arms out and fell in different directions. And as he fell, he took the dagger in his right paw and plunged it into the throat of another scout. And he was killed.

Having looked at this with his keen eyesight, Boy-Kibalchish noted with a satisfied smile:

- Four to zero in our favor!

Oleg nodded with a very satisfied look:

- With one throw of four fascists - this is not a record, but it is not a piece of cake!

The sharp ears of the prison boy caught a distant hum in the sky and he noted:

- Judging by everything, the Ju-88s are flying. They will press us with strikes from a long distance!

Genka giggled and yelled:

- We'll take them down from any distance! Once we get going, things will be tough for the fascists!

Oleg nodded with a smile and noted:

- Let's try our homemade rockets. They use coal dust and fuel oil, so they'll hit the Nazis from six or seven kilometers away.

Petka asked:

- What about the targeting accuracy?

The boy convict smiled with a snow-white grin and replied:

- There is a small device in each missile that is guided by sound. So believe me, it will work!

Kolka chirped with a satisfied look:

Pilots-pilots, bombs-planes!

And we have rockets - glorious comets!

And a boy of about ten took his bare foot and struck it against a stone, apparently hoping to split it. And he yelped in pain, the child's face twisted. But then Kolka smiled and sang:

A pioneer does not tolerate lies,

And the boy got up early...

If you fall, boy,

Don't cry, fighter, get up!

Timur nodded with a smile:

- You make things up well! But now is not the time to have affairs, let's get down to business!

And the young pioneer boys, barefoot and dusty, began to unfold their homemade rockets. They were made of wood like birdhouses. And it was a very good development.

Oleg is truly a genius kid. These are the rockets the kids made with an axe and a switch, and loaded with coal dust, fuel oil, sawdust, and some other very simple but secret ingredients.

And so the carriages, resembling in shape and size slightly elongated birdhouses, were aimed. And on Oleg's command, the boys simply launched these combat missiles into the sky with the help of simple matches and lighters.

Anastasia, this Komsomol girl noted:

- You're something! And you're not even fourteen yet!

Oleg answered with the confidence of a young monster:

Heroism has no age,

In the young heart there is love for the country...

Can conquer the boundaries of space,

Bring happiness and peace to the Earth!

And here the rocket-birdhouses fly up into the sky. They leave almost no trace behind them. And it looks beautiful.

The pioneer girl Zhenya sang:

Slowly the rockets run away into the distance,

Don't expect to meet them again...

And although we are a little sorry for the past,

The worst is yet to come for the Fritzes!

And the fair sex representative stamps her bare foot. And presses a cartridge capsule into the turf. In general, Zhenya is a very beautiful girl. Her figure is becoming more and more formed, and is acquiring seductive outlines. And there is so much grace in the beauty, and at the same time she is as nimble as a monkey.

The boys launched two dozen rockets. They take off slowly at first, but then pick up speed.

Oleg noted with a smile:

Score a goal against a fascist, pioneer,

Make your foot strike nimble...

Punctuality is the politeness of kings,

We attack as one team!

The boys exclaimed in unison:

In the vastness of the wonderful Motherland,

Tempered in battles and labor...

We'll perform a cool song,

So as not to groan as a slave in need!

And now explosions are heard in the sky. And Hitler's Junkers are smoking and falling. They leave behind thick, smoke-filled tails. Like a drunk homeless person throwing away a flaming cigarette.

This really looks great and cool.

Timur, seeing that meteorites were falling from the sky, and how beautiful it looked, took and sang:

We opened the planets to the nations,

The path into space, to unknown worlds...

The feats of heroism are praised,

To erase the scar of death forever!

And the boy commander picked up a shell casing from the grass with his bare toes. He threw it higher, and caught a piece of metal with his bare, childish sole.

Then he sang with delight:

We both seem to be made of metal,

But it is really metal...

And it took me so long to get to the podium,

What dents did he trample into the platform?

Zhenya objected:

- No, Timur! You're a boy as nimble as a monkey. And don't pretend to be an elephant!

Kolka sang ironically:

Agile as a macaque,

More resilient than an ox...

And a sense of smell like a dog,

And an eye like an eagle's!

Natasha, another pioneer leader, picked up a fragment of a German Junkers that had fallen from the sky with the bare toes of her graceful feet. It looked like rain from the fragments. And the grass seemed to have turned black from the hot metal. And smoke was coming out tickling the nostrils.

Several German pilots managed to jump from a parachute. But the boys started shooting at them with slingshots. And one girl even raised a bow and shot an arrow. It pierced the fascist pilot right in the stomach.

The girl chirped:

And from the desert-shores,

To the icy Kolyma...

We will be steeper than the hills,

Satan's army!

Kolka, hearing this, asked Timur:

- Does God exist?

The young commander replied:

- Yes, of course there is!

The boy spread his hands in confusion and asked:

- Shouldn't a pioneer be an atheist?

Timur answered with confidence:

- I do not believe in God, according to the Bible and the Koran, I believe that man, by the power of communist science, will achieve Omnipotence, and will himself become like the Almighty!

Pioneer Zhenya exclaimed with delight:

- Become like the Almighty God? Why not! In the future, we will be able to resurrect Lenin. And I will extend my hand to him and say: Vladimir Ilyich - your dream has come true!

The boy Kolka sang:

And the battle continues again,

And my heart feels anxious in my chest...

And Lenin is so young,

And young October is ahead!

After which the warrior children jumped higher and even spun on the toes of their bare feet. Now that's a really cool team. Boys in shorts are really capable of putting up a serious fight.

Having suffered damage from a weapon never seen before: surface-to-air missiles that the children themselves made from boards and plywood, the surviving Junkers flew back. Indeed, the Red Army had a miracle weapon. And the children-pioneers who actively use it, and beat the enemies.

Anastasia noted with a sweet look:

- Our impact is the most effective, also because the boys themselves show initiative!

Oleg nodded in agreement:

- There are instructions, and there is initiative! For example, when I was in a juvenile colony, I worked in the logging industry in winter wearing only shorts and barefoot. It seems crazy. But I invented a liquid that if you smear yourself with it, you won"t freeze even in the bitter Siberian frost. And at first, in a juvenile colony, I worked in the frost with a bare torso and bare feet, and then other boys began to imitate me. And you know how much more comfortable it is than in tarpaulin boots that don"t fit and quilted jackets. Especially if you find boots that fit a child!

Zhenya muttered:

-Wow! I tried barefoot in the snow. My heels literally started to burn. It's not that great!

Timur answered with a sweet look:

- You have to train yourself!

Kolka sang:

Harden yourself if you want to be healthy,

Try to do without doctors!

Wash your face with cold water!

If you want to be healthy!

Oleg noted:

- Now the Nazis will try a tank attack. And this is serious. We will try to meet them with dignity!

Komsomol member Anastasia confidently said:

- We have everything ready!

And she shook her luxurious and strong hips, similar to the croup of a thoroughbred horse.

Petka noted:

- The Germans' tanks are weak. Even our T-34 is much stronger than the enemy's machines!

Kolka chirped, jumping up and down like a squirrel:

- It means living beautifully,

This means living with dignity...

Our heroic strength,

Strength of spirit and willpower!

Oleg sang ironically:

Instead of a microphone, the tail takes the purr,

The song is not new, but it is mine...

The monster with a thousand faces will be beaten,

And all my friends will enter Berlin faster!

And the boy took hold of the torn piece of metal with his bare toes and threw it with great force. It flew past and hit the Hitlerite proofreader right in the eye and knocked it out with a backhand.

And Fritz, in fear, fired a burst and killed five more of his own. Thus, the small reconnaissance group was destroyed.

Anastasia kissed Oleg on the forehead with her lips and chirped:

- Wow! You are a great fighter!

The boy answered modestly:

- I am a pioneer and that says it all!

After which the children exclaimed in unison:

- And the whole country was watching the pioneers! When Hitler is kaput, the pioneers are going to storm the storm barefoot!

Oleg suggested:

- Let's sing, guys! It will make it easier to wait for the terrible attack!

Timur readily agreed:

- Yes, it is better to sing than to howl like wolves at the moon. Although we are not wolves, but wolf cubs! But we will show the enemy our deadly and unrivaled strength!

Anastasia confirmed:

- That's exactly what we'll show you! Sing the song as you used to, squad leader, and I'll quietly sing along!

Oleg nodded:

- I composed the song myself and it will be great!

And the boy, a former barefoot juvenile delinquent and prisoner, sang:

The boy lived in the twenty-first century,

He dreamed of conquering space...

That the Fatherland has legions of forces,

Quasars will illuminate the capital!


But the boy immediately became a hitman,

And on the front lines of the world fire...

There is melting, torn metal,

And it seems that there is no living place!


The boy was always used to living in luxury,

When bananas and pineapples are everywhere...

Well, now here's the problem,

It's as if you've found yourself a Judas!


It rumbles, fiery thunder is heard,

Flashes flew across the sky like a storm...

I believe the Wehrmacht will be defeated,

Because the heart has the courage of a boy!


Born to fight, consider from the nursery,

We guys really love to fight bravely...

You, the Wehrmacht, that is advancing in a horde, smash it,

And make a pathetic Hitler a clown!


For the Motherland, for Stalin's sons,

They stood up, clenching their fists tighter...

But we are cool knights-eagles,

We will be able to drive the Fuhrer beyond the Vistula!


Such is the power of pioneers, know,

That nothing in the world can compare to her...

We will soon build a paradise in the universe,

The holy faces from the icons will bless!


We will give our hearts for the Motherland,

We love our Fatherland very much...

Above us is a radiant cherub,

We ourselves will be the judges of fascism!


Now the enemy is rushing straight to Moscow,

And the boy is barefoot in the snowdrift...

I will stop that horde, I believe,

They won't cut the girl's hair, I know braids!


I became a pioneer very quickly,

And the boy will have the will of steel...

After all, our heart is like titanium metal,

And the main leader is the all-wise genius Stalin!


I am a pioneer, I run barefoot in winter,

And my heels turned red in the frost...

But Hitler will be crushed with a scythe,

And let's give a kiss to the scarlet rose!


Believe me, for Russia we are eagles,

And we won"t let the Fuhrer through to the capital...

Although Satan's forces are strong,

I believe we'll soon skin Adolf alive!


We have such power - all people,

We children fight for justice...

And Hitler is a notorious villain,

And he will not receive mercy from the people!


We have a very powerful machine gun for you,

What shoots so accurately at the fascists...

Lead the fire and there will be results,

Victory will come in radiant May!


We will make the Fatherland higher than the stars,

We will soon raise the red flag over Mars...

For God Jesus Christ is with us,

This Name will be in glory forever!


But Stalin is also a brother to the pioneers,

Although the children are much braver than the older ones...

The boy has a well-aimed machine gun,

He shot off the fascists' towers!


Although the snowdrifts were piled high,

A boy fights with the Fritz barefoot...

It's not hard for him to kill a fascist,

At least he passes the exam, of course, it"s a strict one!


And the boy also calculated the letter,

The Nazi was shot and cut down precisely...

There is a flame in the heart and the metal is burning,

The Fuhrer will not allow disinformation about the Fatherland!


And you love your homeland,

She is like a mother to all nations, you know...

I love Jesus and Stalin,

And give the Fuhrer a good beating!


Well, the fascist onslaught has already dried up,

It looks like the Nazis are running out of steam...

Hitler will get a punch in the snout,

And we will sing under this clear sky!


Your boy ran through the winter in shorts,

And I didn"t even notice a runny nose...

What is it about a cold that I don't understand?

Sometimes children get too sick!


In spring it is already very easy to fight,

It's nice to splash through puddles until the end...

They sat down in the boat, taking an oar,

What was this very interesting to us!


To fight and dare for the Motherland,

We pioneers will be very bold...

Passing exams with only A's,

To quickly get yourself out into the world!


I believe that fighters will come to Berlin,

Although the war is not going too smoothly...

We will conquer the vastness of the universe,

However, things are not going well for the little boy yet!


Although of course in war it is always,

Every bush is filled with dangers...

But there will be a pioneer dream,

The barefoot boy is very nimble!


He's a boy who hits the fascists with precision,

Because a pioneer has honor in his heart...

The Fuhrer will get his payback in the forehead,

And we will punish the rest as an example!


Whatever I can do, I will do, you know,

After all, Russians are invincible in battle...

Let's build a red paradise in the universe,

The people are forever united with the party!


And believe me, our enemies will not erase us,

We will perform a miracle like giants...

Break the shackles of the universe,

And Hitler is a vile Judas!


The years will pass, the times will come,

Saint in the boundlessness of communism!

And Lenin will be with us forever,

We will break the yoke of fascism!


How well Christ will resurrect everyone,

And if it doesn"t come, then science...

After all, man has grown to power,

Life is not easy, brothers, you know that!


The greatness of the Fatherland will be in that,

That everyone, without knowing it, fell in love with her...

The greatness of the holy country is in one thing,

To the boundless and most radiant Russia!


I'm still a young boy and a pioneer,

And believe me, I don"t want to grow up...

I will see many different countries soon,

And I will drive the Fuhrer and his horde into the swamp!


You too, be fighters with courage,

That our faith will become stronger than steel...

Fathers are proud of the pioneers,

The hero's star was given by Comrade Stalin!


In short, the military thunder will die down,

We will work furiously at the construction site...

After all, communism is a solid monolith,

The village is as beautiful as the capital!


And I admit I"m even very glad,

That I have been in hell and in fire...

Now it's so proud to take the parade,

Generous is the Fatherland in endless glory!

Boys and girls, as well as Komsomol girls, a whole battalion of barefoot warriors, took up this magnificent symphony. This is how they sang it. And the children danced and slapped their bare, tanned, very dexterous, graceful feet.

Timur noted with a satisfied smile:

- It would be good to charge yourself morally! And what about the material plane?

Oleg confidently stated:

- We are even more than ready for battle!

Anastasia agreed:

- Yes, the pioneers have grown up. And we are capable of tearing apart any wolf, even if he is made of steel and titanium!

Seryozhka squeaked:

- We will strike at the enemy - the Fritzes won't be helped by fumes!

The child warriors looked at each other. A hundred pairs of eyes winked at once.

Petka noted:

- Morally we are like a titan!

Oleg suddenly said:

- Oh, guys, I hear the roar of engines. And a tank division is rushing towards us!

Timur answered confidently:

- So much the better! It won't be an easy fight, but a tough battle!

Kolka chirped:

We will boldly go into battle,

For peace in glory...

Let's not be a sparrow,

Let's soar like eagles!

Anastasia giggled and noted with a satisfied look:

- It's good that I'll have to give in seriously! Otherwise, easy victories are already too relaxing!

Oleg noted with a smart look:

- Easy victories, although relaxing, are only given to those who do not show weakness!

Timur agreed with this:

- If you want an easy victory, put more effort into your training!

Anastasia logically added:

- The easiest victory is most often ensured by a heavy wallet!

Oleg continued with a smile:

- It's easiest to buy with a heavily laden bag of gold, but it's easiest to take away with a blade sharpened without any tricks!

Natasha the Komsomol member noted:

- The most significant victory, so that it turns out easy for the people and the army, and makes it heavier with booty!

Petka also found it necessary to insert:

- A heavy defeat lightens the wallet, an easy victory burdens not only mammon with trophies!

Kolka also found it necessary to insert:

- A donkey feels good with a light load, but a man, unless he is a donkey, enjoys carrying a heavy purse!

Seryozhka also inserted, stamping his bare, childish foot:

- You're not a donkey if you're loaded with trophies like a donkey!

Genka also decided to add:

- If you are loaded like a donkey, then your head is definitely a donkey's and empty!

Timur noted with a smart look:

- With an empty donkey's head you will plow like a donkey, and you will not fill the bins!

Oleg wittily added:

- Even if you work like a donkey, but have a donkey's head, you will forever shake like a hare in the stomach of a boa constrictor, plucked like a chicken!

Natasha giggled, threw a copper coin up in the air with her bare toes and noted:

- If you work like a donkey for a fox, then you really are a donkey, plucked down to the very entrails!

The boys wanted to continue being witty. But then Timur heard a hum and noted:

- Yes, tanks are coming at us, and lots of them. We need to prepare for a serious fight.

Seryozhka chirped:

- Lenin and Stalin are with us, which means victory!

Oleg noted wittily:

- Lenin was bald and was excellent at reducing the number of bloodsuckers to zero!

At this the boys burst into laughter. And Anastasia added, stamping her bare feet:

- When your head is full of bright thoughts, the path on the darkest road is easy!

And the Komsomol girl flashed her emerald eyes. It was clear that she was ready to fight, no matter the odds.

Timur logically noted:

- No matter how many combat units the enemy has, the main thing is not to be a pacifist zero yourself!

Oleg rationally added:

- Most often, those with zero intelligence and complete fools are reset!

Timur wanted to say something else, but tanks appeared on the line of the bare field. From a distance they did not seem scary. And not particularly so up close. But the T-3 tank has three machine guns, and it can mow down the pioneers.

The boys began loading rockets and catapults. The children ran around, flashing their bare, tanned legs.

The first missiles to be launched into battle were plywood missiles with sound guidance. And they flew towards their targets, leaving behind them tails.

Petka chirped:

- We'll tear the Fritzes apart!

Genka exclaimed, crushing the cockroach with his bare, childish heel:

- We'll really get you hooked!

And the children burst out laughing. The first Hitlerite tanks have already been knocked out. And black smoke rises up. And everything literally swirls.

Oleg took the rocket and launched it from a distance and sang:

Bright sun of hope,

Once again the sky rises over the country...

The army of boys is boundless,

He's beating the Fuhrer's army!

And again the rockets fly with the greatest killing force. Dozens of Hitler's tanks are burning. The combat kits are detonating, exploding. But the infantry goes on the attack. And the rockets knock out the tanks.

The infantrymen are being shot at by barefoot boys in shorts with long-range slingshots. They also use the mono-homing slingshots. They tear off the heads of the Fritzes and literally tear them apart. Now that's a real knockout.

Oleg took it and sang:

The result will be a boy,

The first step is important in life...

We load the machine gun,

Whirlwinds of furious attacks!

And now they are already firing machine guns at the approaching infantrymen. They are special - homemade, but extremely lethal. And catapults have also been brought into the battle. Steam is belching and firewood is burning. And ballistas are throwing out explosive objects. And tanks and infantrymen are falling. This is a lethal showdown. And the pioneers are at their best here.

Anastasia took and threw a sharply sharpened disk with her bare toes. It flew past and hit the Nazis' throats. Blood flowed, and the fascists sank down, choking on it.

Timur noted with pathos:

There are women in our Russia,

That they fly a plane as a joke...

What is the most beautiful in the universe,

He'll kill the enemy with a joke!

Oleg, whose legs were very strong, threw the gift of annihilation with his bare toes, and immediately a dozen Fritzes were thrown up and torn into small pieces.

The boy sang:

A pioneer doesn't know the word coward,

He is brave and a fighter from the cradle...

And believe me, children are not afraid,

Terminator is just not a child!

And again, as if a deadly explosive package was thrown up. It hit the right track of the tank and both vehicles immediately took and collided. And then the combat kit began to explode. Now that's lethal force.

Timur noted with a smile:

- That's clever.

And the boy also threw the gift of annihilation with his bare toes, a gift of murderous power. And again the fascists fly off in all directions.

Genka laughs and sticks out his tongue:

- Success awaits me - I'm cooler than everyone else!

And the boys struck the Nazis with their slingshots. And the effect was truly lethal. A whole line of Fritzes was torn apart and mowed down. And then Natasha shouted:

- Bravo! Salute, boys!

And the Komsomol girl took and threw with her bare toes the gift of death of deadly force. And the fascists flew in all directions.

Kolka also shoots from a slingshot. He does it very accurately. And his slingshots are of aggressive, cosmic power. And if they hit, no one will feel bad. And so he hit a fascist in the groin. And he, falling, fired a submachine gun at his own. Only bloody fountains from the bullets remained.

Anastasia praised the child:

- You're a cool guy! Go ahead and hit me!

Another pioneer Veronica also threw something heavy at the fascists, in this case a box of explosives made of coal dust. And the girl threw it with her bare, muscular feet. And as a result, the Hitlerite tank was thrown up, and it crushed two dozen infantrymen.

The pioneer boys shouted:

- Great - everything will be super!

And they stuck the tubes in their mouths and started spitting at the Nazis. And again a whole line of infantrymen was mown down.

Timur noted:

- A hard-boiled egg needs to be boiled for fifteen minutes, but a pioneer is always ready!

Oleg objected:

- A pioneer also needs time to harden, but we learn on the go! As Lenin said: study, study, and study again!

After which the boy genius launched a sort of homemade drone into battle. It circled and rained poisonous needles from its piston-loaded machine guns on the enemy. And it was extremely deadly.

Kolka exclaimed:

- This is a miracle weapon!

Oleg confirmed with a very sweet and childish smile:

- Of course. You know very well yourself, the world is filled with miracles, only these miracles can people do themselves!

Genka giggled, threw the explosive package with his bare foot and exclaimed:

- Science will make pioneers stronger than the almighty God, or rather it already does.

The pioneers increased their fire from all their improvised and effective means. And the Nazi attack was stifled. The frightened Fritzes ran away. And in pursuit of them, brave, barefoot children in shorts fired from catapults and slingshots, and launched lethal rockets.

And the red ties on the pioneers sparkled like rubies.

And the children are very beautiful, and their pearly teeth sparkle like precious stones and bright as stars on a polar night.

. CHAPTER # 9.

And the girl stomps her bare, chiseled foot again.

And how many girls. And what beauties they are, frankly speaking. These girls are simply super!

And Julius Caesar rolled his eyes dreamily. And he felt the excitement of a young, strong and absolutely healthy body. And how wonderful it is. And when your body is young and healthy and

this is so much fun.

Here are already legions whose numbers are growing and approaching the border. And it must be said that this is a very progressive and active force.

And so Natasha took and stroked Julius Caesar on the neck, cooing:

- Glory to my game!

Zoya responded in support, stamping her bare feet and singing:

- Even if the game is not according to the rules,

Let's break through the opera!

Meanwhile, a couple of girls from Alexander the Great's team did some machine gun shooting and had some fun with a more lethal and modern strategy game.

Augustina, firing very accurately at the enemy and cutting down the enemies as if with a deadly scythe, said:

- For our mighty Motherland!

And again, he throws a grenade of deadly force and a very destructive one.

Svetlana shot the enemies with a machine gun, and said, baring her face. And how she will launch a shock and destructive one at the enemy, killing many soldier-units.

a gift of death.

And he howls:

- For communism!

This is a girl - they are just super-fighters.

And they laugh and bare their teeth. And they have so much strength and aggression and the girl bares her teeth really well. And the girls got down to it...

But this is only for a short time. And so they also fight very well. And show the highest class and winning results.

And now, finally, the legions of Alexander the Great appeared in the distance. They were approaching the border from their side. More precisely, these were slightly different troops.

But also in large numbers almost naked and beautiful girls, cavalry, and catapults, and also war elephants. So there was a movement of two huge armies.

And not just huge, but also constantly increasing in number.

Julius Caesar replied with a sigh:

- However, Sashka is not stupid. And he managed to prepare a fairly large army. And we will have to fight him seriously!

Natasha completed the thought:

- Not only fight, but also win!

Zoya said confidently:

-We will definitely win!

Natasha sang with fury:

- Victory awaits, victory awaits,

Those who are eager to break the shackles!

Victory awaits, victory awaits,

We will be able to defeat our enemies!

The two armies were getting closer and closer. Among the soldiers were also bugler boys. They looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old and they were actively trumpeting and playing melodies.

Natasha noted with a laugh:

- Bunnies are jumping across the field,

Barefoot boys are jumping!

Now the archers are making aimed shots at the enemy. They are launching arrows in a high arc, trying to hit the enemy. And the girls who are throwing spears are sharply accelerating.

And their bare, round heels just flash by. And let's just say it's really great.

And the sighting throwing of gifts of destruction begins.

And when hitting armored soldiers, these arrows sometimes bounce off, and sometimes even penetrate, depending on the angle and distance of the shot.

Numerous legions and phalanxes are approaching. The young men stamp their boots, and the girls flash their bare, round heels. And they shower each other with arrows, and at the same time try,

dodge.

The battles are raging. The legions are already close together and the screeching of colliding spears is heard, breaking. And a mass of falling corpses. The dead warriors and warrioresses freeze.

Julius Caesar notes with alarm:

- Soon there will be no time to put away the corpses!

Natasha noted aggressively, shooting at the enemy with a pistol that appeared in her bare toes:

- I think this is great!

Zoya said aggressively, also firing a pulse from her chest at her opponents and squealing:

- In the holy war, our victory will be,

Imperial flag forward... Glory to the fallen heroes!

And the girls shouted in unison:

- Glory to our Fatherland - the greatest space empire among all universes!

Seeing the pierced warriors and warrioresses fall, Julius Caesar confidently declared:

- Yes, the empire is one of the greatest!

The corpses were indeed piling up, but after a few minutes, they began to fade and disappear. The mutual extermination of the legions was underway. One rank was mown down and behind it

another one was coming. And literally the positions were being filled with corpses. And on both sides a mass of corpses was falling. And again and again new legionnaires were climbing into the battle.

The girls who were pierced and who had entered into battle with each other fall. They die in large numbers. But new thieves, stamped with resources, appear.

And the fighting is escalating.

And from both sides more and more legions are moving. And the battle is escalating. And there is no mercy for anyone in it.

Natasha winked at Julius Caesar and noted:

- You can leave a military and economic adviser in your place, and fight the enemy yourself!

Julius Caesar nodded with a satisfied smile:

- Should I fight myself?

Natasha nodded and noted:

- You can do it this way... Or?

Julius Caesar noted:

- No, I'd rather command myself! And you girls can fight if you want!

Natasha and Zoya flashed their swords and squeaked:

- Then let's go!

And the girls rushed into the thick of the fighting.

They swung their swords and fought with the fighting spirit of real ninjas. Now that's a real beauty. And the warriors throw needles with their bare toes.

And Julius Caesar, exercising command, pounced on the cake again. And while eating, Julius Caesar sang with fury:

- The Roman Empire will be famous for centuries!

And again for the cake...

And at the same time he gave orders to move around the map and transfer troops in large numbers. And they rushed at the enemy with wild frenzy.

Julius Caesar tried to put pressure on the enemy on the flanks, throwing significant forces there. And he partially succeeded. But Alexander the Great also tried to put pressure on the flanks.

And this was his tough tactics, and suffocating pressure. Even if there was an exchange of virtual blows. But the troops on both sides were growing.

And there was a constant testing of parameters in the academies. And it was an endless pressure. And the troops entered the battle again and again. And again more and more new armies climbed.

War elephants and even mammoths entered the battle. They collided with each other and literally went to ram. And literally broke tusks. And in the battle, the enemies showered each other

with pots of explosives, and boulders from catapults. And also with a fiery mixture that blazed and roared.

And there were some pretty big fires raging. And the warrior girls were burning their bare, tanned, chiseled feet and roaring at the top of their lungs. Yes, it was pretty funny.

Natasha, a girl with a fighting spirit and very aggressive, made a mill with her swords and chopped off four heads of young legionnaires at once.

After which the warrior kicked something very destructive with her bare heel. And several dozen legionnaires were blown up at once and scattered in different directions.

Natasha took it and squeaked:

- I'm the coolest in the world!

And again he will spin the butterfly move with his swords. And cut off the heads of his enemies.

Zoya also fights with wild frenzy. And she cuts down all the enemies in a row.

And with bare toes he once again sets off deadly destruction.

This girl is just super.

And many of Alexander the Great's warriors fell.

But then Augustina and Svetlana jumped out to meet them. And they also started fighting with wild fury and frenzy. And it was a really brutal fight. In which you can't stand

to no one.

And the girls entered into battle with each other. Natasha and Avgustina began to hack, and Zoya and Svetlana threw away their weapons and began to hit each other with their hands and feet.

That was really cool.

The exchange of blows became so brutal.

Julius Caesar noted with a smile:

- Well done girls!

And winked at them...

An image of Alexander the Great appeared. The tall youth offered the dictator of Rome:

- Maybe we should fight with swords?

Julius answered with a smile:

- Right now we're figuring out who's the better strategist! So don't interfere.

Alexander the Great muttered:

- You will lose!

The former dictator of Rome noted:

- The abuse will show!

And he banged his fist on the table.

The war continued with varying success. Sometimes the Romans would give in. Sometimes, on the contrary, the Macedonian regiments would come under fire from catapults and retreat.

a situation of dynamic equilibrium. And the scales swung from side to side. but did not deviate much from the middle. And the battle went on in a ferocious manner.

Natasha and Augustina were fighting. The girl with blue hair against the girl with copper-red hair. And it was, I must say, a very brutal fight.

The girls' bodies glistened with sweat, and the warriors were very beautiful.

And Svetlana and Zoya were beating each other with their hands and feet. And it was a very cruel sight. And the dead and wounded were also falling around the girls.

Both heavy infantry and light, beautiful girls went into battle. And they all climbed on top of each other.

And they pierced the bodies with computers... Alexander the Great tried to go behind and outflank. Because of which the front line lengthened. Julius Caesar even ordered the slave girls

build bashin. And stamp out new troops without letting them enter the rear.

The number of fronts was constantly increasing. And more and more troops were recruited.

Julius Caesar noted:

- I already have millions of soldiers, it"s nice to have such an army!

Natasha, who was fighting with Augustina, shouted:

- Find yourself an assistant!

Julius Caesar nodded:

- That's not a bad idea at all, having assistants!

And the young man looked at the menu... It seemed to him that the choice of assistants was quite large. But there was no time to get used to it. And Julius chose Hannibal right away. He almost won

Rome in his time. And truly an outstanding commander. And also Pompey. Julius knew the latter quite well, and even defeated him. To look at others not so famous,

in my previous life there is no time for trivial things.

Next to Julius appeared the handsome, curly-haired and tall Pompey, and also quite a large Hannibal, still young and not one-eyed. Both military leaders stood up straight and growled:

- We are glad to help you, oh great one!

Julius Caesar ordered:

- Hannibal to the left flank! Pompey to the right!

Both commanders bowed:

- We listen and obey, oh great one!

And they got up, jumped on the stallions brought by the girls, and galloped into battle. And this, I must say, was very cool.

Such military leaders would cut down mountains with a laser if necessary.

Julius Caesar quite logically noted:

- Even great people need helpers!

Natasha and Augustina couldn't touch each other with their swords. They fought on equal terms. Strong girls and muscular. No army can stand against such.

Natasha sang with delight:

- One, two, three, four, five,

We will chop forever!

Augustina bared her teeth and noted:

- What did you want?

We are children of chaos!

Natasha noted:

- We need to run our parameters in the hypermatrix and strengthen ourselves significantly!

Augustinas agreed:

- It's possible! Only the chase will be mutual! And that means no one will get an advantage anyway!

Natasha stamped her bare foot angrily:

- So it turns out to be a vicious circle!

Augustina agreed with a wink:

- Yes, it's a vicious circle! However, at least we are immortal!

Natasha giggled and replied:

-And absolutely immortal! Even if we die, we will be resurrected at any moment!

And the girl just burst out laughing.

The warriors fight again with wild frenzy. And sparks fly from the swords. And the shields collide with each other, and sparks also occur.

Natasha noted with a cobra smile:

- Victory awaits us!

Augustina replied:

- But a goddess cannot defeat her equal, the immortal Goddess! This is already an axiom!

The girl with blue hair slashed at her opponent and squealed:

- But maybe it is a theorem after all?

The girl with red hair also struck with her swords and roared:

- No axiom! We are equal!

Natasha quite logically noted:

- There are rarely draws in boxing. Although both boxers are strong and train. So who is equal, and who is more equal!

Augustina nodded her fiery head vigorously:

- I agree with that! Someone is at least a little bit stronger and in something!

Zoya meanwhile missed a shin strike to the chin and winced. Yes, it wasn't very pleasant. But she also hit her opponent in the stomach in response.

The blow hit the prominent abdominal muscles.

Svetlana answered with a laugh:

- You're yawning!

Zoya barked in response:

- And you're not a star either!

Svetlana responded to this:

- Well, how else can I say it! We are all stars to some extent!

Zoya nodded vigorously:

- To some extent? Well, let's tear the hot water bottle!

And went on the offensive...

And all around, warriors and warrioresses are cutting each other up. Mutual destruction is simply taking place. And even mammoths, colliding, break each other's necks. By the way, mammoths should be said

with very large and curved tusks. And they make a very noticeable and military impression. Well, what about a mammoth - it's a large and hairy elephant. And nothing more...

Yuliy looked through the options. It is possible, by paying with resources, of which there are many here, to launch dinosaur clones into production. Now that is really interesting.

And after the expansion and deepening of mines, a lot of resources are extracted. And after the development of insect repellents, there is a surplus of food.

So why not try launching these huge reptiles?

Moreover, Alexander the Great is probably already starting something similar.

Julius Caesar noted with a chuckle:

- Everything impossible is possible, I know for sure,

But you just have to be careful - crawl at night!

And the greatest commander and ruler, who became a legend during his lifetime, and after two thousand years is known to every schoolchild, began to type the code and obtsii and highlighting

additional resources.

Well, if dinosaurs appear, they will trample the enemies completely.

Meanwhile, in another place in the Supermatrix, two boys resurrected from the dead, or rather extracted from the corridor of time: Marat Kazei and Hans Feuer were fighting their own

strategy. Marat Kazei is a famous pioneer hero of the Great Patriotic War. At the moment of his death, they perverted him at an accelerated and invisible pace, and threw a biomodel in his place.

And the boy, without ever seeing death, found himself in the future. And the lovers of the past thought that he had died, and the course of history had not changed. And there are such miracles in this world. And such opportunities.

Hans Foer was the youngest Wehrmacht soldier to be awarded the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross, and after his death he also received oak and swords. He was also a hero, albeit of a bad and cruel army.

But Hans was not cruel, and was a boy sincere in his delusion. And what about one boy pioneer-hero who fought for the light forces, another for the dark ones. But the descendants decided

that both children have the right to immortality and a new life. And Hans Foer was also pulled out at the moment of death, when he was crushed by the tracks of a Soviet tank. What should good and evil be

be balanced. And even in the bright future, there must be representatives of the dark and cruel forces.

Both boys were about fourteen years old at the time of their death. And they were, of course, full of energy and the desire to fight. And so both boys decided to fight each other.

And find out which of them is the best strategist.

Of course, Gasn Foeyre chose the Third Reich, which controls Europe, and Marat Kazei the USSR. The potential of both empires is approximately equal. And the resources, although not quite

symmetrical - approximately equal. The USSR has more territory and population, but the Third Reich has occupied Europe, and its resources and population. Plus there is no second front yet.

so the Hitlerite is easier than in real history. Perhaps Hans Feuer even has an advantage in the number of factories, machines, workforce and human resources.

but it has the resources of the occupied countries that still need to be digested. And the USSR is united and relatively monolithic. And in general, everything is done so that neither side can quickly

didn't win.

The boys pumped up their troops and tanks a little before they started fighting. In 1941, of course, the Third Reich was weak in tanks, and the USSR wasn't very prepared either,

judging by the military catastrophe that had occurred on the fronts. So Marat was in no hurry either...

The Germans and the Red Army started the war in 1944. The USSR had T-34-85 and IS-2 tanks, the Third Reich had Panther-2 and Tiger-2. Hans Foyer rejected the Maus, but the E series was not yet

ready. Both boys pumped up their armies. And the battle began...

On May 15, 1944, the Germans went on the offensive. And the Red Army moved towards them and went up in flames... And Hans Feuer also has jet aircraft.

albeit in small quantities for now.

Three girls are fighting in the sky: Albina, Alvina, Helga. These are not simple pilots, but pumped-up heroines with superpowers. They even fight in one bikini and barefoot.

Very beautiful blonde girls...

And from the Red Army side there are also three girls - class pilots: Anastasia Vedmakova, Akulina Orlova, and Mirabela Magnitnaya. And also heroines pumped up with resources.

This is the layout.

The equipment, of course, was tested many times and modernized. German planes are faster and have more powerful weapons, but worse in horizontal maneuverability, but better

in vertical and from a dive. In general, the fascists are stronger in the quality of their aircraft, but Soviet machines are cheaper and easier to produce, and therefore more in quantity.

Just like the Panther-2 is stronger in armament and especially in frontal armor than the T-34-85, but it is also heavier and more expensive. After all, it weighs fifty tons, compared to thirty-two for the Soviet

machines. True, the German engine has 900 horsepower, and this gives it no worse running quality, while the Soviet one has only 500. But the T-34-85 is much cheaper and easier to produce,

and can compete in quantity, although inferior in frontal armor and armor-piercing ability to the very lethal German 88-millimeter 71 El gun, against the 85-millimeter one,

at the Soviet machine. The German gun at a distance of kilometers penetrated armor almost twice as thick as the Soviet one. Yes, you can"t stand up to the German, whom the Soviet tank

I couldn't penetrate the forehead even at point-blank range. But I could penetrate the side, perhaps, even from a long distance. And most importantly, there were more thirty-fours in number.

And there are also our own warrior heroines.

For the Germans it's Gerda on the Panther-2, for the Russians it's Elizaveta on the T-34-85.

The girls' personal qualities have been thoroughly improved and, of course, their improvement has been paid for.

The fighting broke out on the borders of the USSR from the very beginning. The Germans penetrated several dozen kilometers and were stopped. Fierce battles were waged in a dynamic position

equilibrium.

Albina fought in the sky, here she shot down a Soviet plane, with the help of her bare toes and cooed:

- For Aryan achievements.

Anastasia Vedmakova responded by shooting down a German plane, also using her bare toes, and chirped:

- For Soviet achievements!

This is how the exchange of blows went.

Akulina Orlova fights only in panties and a thong on her chest, and her bare feet press on the pedals, knocking down the fascists and the girl squeals:

- The USSR will never bend!

Alvina, a German pilot, is also in just a bikini, and her bare toes are nimble. Shooting down Soviet planes, he squeals:

-And Germanizh cannot be broken!

Indeed, there is an exchange of brutal blows in the sky. And a lot of blood and destruction on both sides. Although virtual fighters are dying, they have individual characteristics

and even the memory of a peaceful life. And that means some semblance of personality. And this must be said seriously.

Helga attacks Soviet tanks in her TA-152, breaks through the roof of an IS-2, also using her bare toes, and squeals:

- For our great Fatherland!

Maribeal, also breaking through Hitler's tanks and making the Tiger-2 tank catch fire and also using his bare heel, chirps:

- Our Fatherland is not only great, but sacred!

These girls from both sides are great craftswomen and are not inferior to each other.

Both boys were recently resurrected, or more accurately, escaped the death of consciousness and personality, and were extracted from the time machine. They are still actual children who have not yet had time to grow up.

But of course they want to fight and win. And in their heads they want something beautiful... Teenage hormones are already playing, and that's why the troops are all girls.

An exchange of blows is underway...

Hans Foeyre and Marat Kazei got into a hologram and showed each other their fists.

Marat remarked angrily:

- You fascists will be defeated!

Hans objected:

- I'm not a fascist! I'm just a warrior of Germany!

The pioneer hero responded angrily:

- You fought for the most inhuman ideology!

The German boy objected:

- I didn't delve into the essence of ideology, I simply fought for my Motherland! Of course, Hitler is a criminal and a scoundrel, but Fürs come and go, but the Motherland remains!

Marat noted:

- Homeland? You need to repent of your crimes!

Gasn nodded in agreement:

- I am ashamed of my Motherland! Very ashamed, but I am still ready to die for it!

The pioneer hero noted:

- I'll smash you! And I'll prove that we'll smash you in the game too!

The German boy replied:

- At least I'll show in the game that I can defeat you! Fortunately, there are no partisans in strategy, and they don't build death camps, which was a disgrace for us!

Marat remarked harshly:

- Yes, a great disgrace! However, I'm glad that you were resurrected. At least you're waging a war for real! Against a computer, or another immortal from among the good boys,

I don't really feel like fighting!

Hans Feuer noted:

- And you increase my motivation! So I will play until complete victory, and it will be more than a game!

Indeed, the Germans threw about three hundred divisions into battle, and the USSR had slightly more forces. The Red Army itself tried to attack, but the enemy held firm.

The Germans already had a pretty good assault rifle, the MP-44, which destroyed enemies with great lethal force. The USSR did not yet have the famous AK. So the Germans were in this

had some advantage. However, the USSR produced more submachine guns. And there were more machine guns as such. So again there was equality on land. And the USSR had more

guns and machine guns and rocket launchers. Although German guns and rocket launchers hit more accurately and the Third Reich's optics are better. But again, in the game, the forces

in dynamic equilibrium, and you can only win by outplaying your opponent tactically.

And both boys were recently resurrected and have practically no strategic or operational experience, except for a couple of simple strategies against the computer.

at the lower level.

So while Hans and Marat butt heads and conduct mutual scattering of troops. And mostly girls fight. They can also be stamped and driven away. How they fight with girls

and it's much more pleasant to watch their bare, round heels flash.

Hans is forming new divisions... May has passed and now it's June. Summer and warmth. The grass grows like a bush. And the graceful, bare feet of girls run along it.

Martat throws new forces into the battle again. This is what they say - conditional reward, unconditional destruction.

These fights are so brutal...

Jane is another tank heroine racing into battle in a Panther-2. She is very aggressive.

The girl sings:

- Life is just a moment between the past and the future,

Life is only a moment, hold on to it!

Gertrude the gunner fired at the enemy with her bare toes and squeaked:

- For the greatest triumph of our forces!

And laugh. The girl on the one hand is just a unit of a computer game. But at the same time she has individual characteristics, and her own memory, habits and thoughts.

Yes, units fight and think, and feel pain and the heat of metal.

For example, the tank's armor is hot and it's so nice to feel it with your bare, pink soles.

Malanya is a girl with a big soul, and also in one bikini, she sang:

- One, two, three, four, five - the Sherman came out to shoot!

And he laughed, leaving his white, pearly teeth.

Monica also noticed, firing at the enemy:

- Everything will be simply top class and our victory will come!

Jane replied with a sigh:

- If we live and don"t die!

Gertrude sang in response:

- It seems that the world has died,

And the path to the stars is blocked...

But don"t lose your honor, horseman,

You can't drown in the sky!

Meanwhile, from the USSR side, the crew of Alenka, an ace warrior, is approaching the IS-2.

Yes, this girl is also powerful...

And a tank with a large-caliber gun. So the Germans are in for something deadly.

Alenka fired the guns using her bare toes. She smashed the German machine and squeaked:

- We must win, our cause is just!

Anyuta agreed with this:

- Yes, very right indeed!

. CHAPTER #10.

Thanks to the heroism and courage of the Soviet people, and especially the pioneers, Moscow could not be surrounded. The summer of 1955 ended. And autumn was coming, and with it the rains poured down. And the fighting on land froze. But in the sky it continued. Trump, as always, was on top.

Wherever he appears, Soviet planes take cover, often without having time to fire a single shot.

And what about nine aircraft cannons of thirty millimeters each. And even more so, Donald Trump received new aircraft cannon guns. Namely, high-pressure ones. They were lighter, but with a higher initial projectile velocity and a higher rate of fire. And they pounded Soviet aircraft so that chips flew. Two hundred aircraft were produced in the USSR per day, but their quality was lower. For example, the MIG-15 was made almost entirely of wood. And this reduced its cost, but worsened its flight characteristics.

Autumn of 1955 arrived... It was relatively calm. Only in the Caucasus were battles still raging, the Turks were trying to advance. And still take Yerevan. But it occupied a dominant position in the mountainous terrain. And it was not so easy to overcome, especially the mountain ranges.

The fighting died down until winter... Until it snowed in Transcaucasia. The front line was stable. And the winter was spent only in air battles.

The USSR also increased production of the Yak-28, simpler to manufacture and smaller in size, but also a jet. It was very simple and almost entirely wooden. And the engine was not that powerful.

Trump became a real punishment for Soviet pilots. In February 1956, he shot down fifty thousand planes, that is, he reached this figure, not counting tens of thousands of ground targets. And for this he received: the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Silver Cross of the Knight's Cross with silver oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Now that was a reward that was needed.

And while the New Year is coming... The Germans are putting the "Panther"-5 and "Tiger-5" into production, they are mobile and powerful in terms of armament and strength machines. In the USSR, the IS-12 tank is superior, with a 203-mm gun. But the vehicle turned out to be too heavy, large and expensive, and it was difficult to camouflage it, so it did not go into production. The IS-10 was more or less produced, but also in small quantities, like the IS-7, although this tank is also no picnic.

The T-54, despite being underpowered, is still the main tank and is produced in huge quantities. And it can still penetrate even the Panther-5 from a short distance with a cumulative shell. The latter vehicle is actually a bit faster.

And it is more powerfully armed, it even penetrates the IS-7 and IS-10 from the front. It has a shell with a uranium core. It was very cool. And it penetrates deep. The Panther-5 became a masterpiece of a machine. And it got on everyone's nerves and beat them up. The US doesn't have one like that. Although it also has good machines. For example, the Super Pershing-3 is a pretty good tank, more powerful than the Soviet one.

At the end of May, there was another sluggish offensive on the flanks of Moscow. This is relatively energyless. The American infantry was not at all eager to attack. Therefore, they drove the colonial troops, who were blown up in minefields. And the mass of hedgehogs prevented the vehicles from moving.

The summer passed in such a sluggish butting. And only the pioneers fought bravely and showed their heroism and extraordinary strength.

Oleg and Margarita also fought with all their might. The pioneer battalion used small mobile machines with explosives that were directed under the tank tracks. In addition, Oleg invented ultrasound, which was emitted by empty bottles. And the eardrums of the Nazis and Americans literally burst. This was really extremely effective.

Especially if the tank crews' brains are turned into mush.

If they are driven forward, it is the colonial troops: Indians, blacks, Arabs. But the Germans, English and Americans do not go to attack.

Or they move on tanks. By the way, in the USA they created a big tank called "Roosevelt". And it had a 155-millimeter gun with a long barrel. And this machine became dangerous. But too heavy at one hundred and fifty tons. And such armor and dimensions. Only "Maus" was bigger. But it was never put into production and rightly so.

But Oleg Rybachenko, the Immortal boy who carries out many missions, is also here and also acts.

And the children march, trying to pull their toes down and place their feet flat, not paying attention to the stones and pain.

Oleg, another pioneer, about twelve years old, also, like Genka, loved to walk without shoes and walked easily. And he noted:

- We are courageous fighters, and we can do anything.

By the way, despite his young age, Oleg managed to be in a children's labor colony. Although he was not yet twelve years old, but in Stalin's times they did not really pay attention to the calendar age. The boy was informed on by a classmate he had beaten, that Oleg had allegedly shot at Stalin's portrait. And as evidence, he pointed out where the slingshot was hidden. And the ten-year-old child was arrested. It's good that at least Beria was already there, and the boy's parents were spared.

The mother personally spoke with Oleg. In order to avoid beatings and the arrest of his parents, the child was convinced to confess and repent sincerely. And indeed, the investigator kept his word. The boy was not beaten or his fingers were not clamped in the doorway. The most humiliating thing that awaited the child in pre-trial detention was a medical examination of the anus, to see if he was hiding something in his rectum. It was both painful and very embarrassing, especially since the search was carried out by a young woman in a white coat and thin medical gloves on her hands. Of course, his mouth was also examined.

The boy, as is customary when receiving a juvenile delinquent, was shaved bald with a machine. And this was also very unpleasant, because the machine is dull and literally tears out hair. And it is humiliating and shameful to lose a lush, light, slightly golden hairdo.

The barber, himself a teenage prisoner with a shaved head, said sympathetically:

- The boy has a rich hairstyle, it"s a shame to cut it.

But a minute later, the bare feet of the fourteen-year-old teenager who cut the hair of the prison boys trampled Oleg"s golden, curly locks.

Then there was a photo session in profile, full face, half sideways, from behind, full-length naked, and also from different angles. Then there was weighing, different measurements. Including arm span. Then there was a joke from a young woman in a white coat:

- Now let's play the piano!

It was fingerprinting. When they ran a roller with ink over the palm, and put the whole palm and the child's fingers separately on white sheets of paper. It wasn't painful at all, but it was very humiliating and shameful - showing that you were a juvenile prisoner. But you were only ten, the age of criminal responsibility according to the law had not yet arrived. But when Olezhka ended up in a juvenile colony, where boys who had not yet turned sixteen were serving their sentences, there were child prisoners there even younger than him.

Yes, even more miracles happen under Soviet rule. Then they smeared black paint on the boy's lips, also taking an imprint from them.

And then they smeared paint on the children's bare soles.

Oleg asked:

- Why is this?

The young woman replied:

- In a children's labor colony, they only give you shoes when the temperature outside is below zero. And you'll serve your sentence if you're smart and start cooperating with the investigation in the south of Ukraine, where even on the Seventh of November young prisoners march barefoot and in shorts in the parade. So, boy, they'll figure you out by your bare footprints if anything happens. Well, what about your lips? And if you drink from a can of condensed milk, or eat more than the norm for children, your trace will be left here too.

Olezhka sighed heavily and resigned himself. They stood him naked under a spotlight, and two girls in white coats listened to his lungs, felt his body, and detected illnesses, and wrote down special signs and birthmarks, and everything in a folder.

And they even took me for an X-ray and took a picture of what was inside. And then they washed me thoroughly, sprinkling me with bleach. And they gave me a government uniform with a number.

After which they sent him to the children's section of the prison. There the boy ended up in a cell with a good hundred kids, no older than fourteen. The cell was overcrowded, with three-tiered bunks and a stinking latrine in the corner. And the children were fed poorly - empty soup with only a cabbage leaf floating in it and a crust of stale bread. And the guards mockingly explained that this was so that the young prisoners would relieve themselves less and not stink so much.

Food parcels were banned - also apparently to prevent children from gaining excess weight.

The slop bucket was carried out one by one. It wasn't very joyful. The boy was registered, having been beaten up by the older guys-prisoners who were here. But Oleg didn't cry, and fought back as best he could. That's why they assigned him the rank of a boy. This is the most common suit, and between the thieves and the lowered. The last ones are at the slop bucket, and the first ones are at the window.

Oleg slept on bare boards, in an overcrowded cell, and it was so hot that he could have done without a blanket. All he had on was a torn T-shirt with a number on it and shorts.

The boys were driven out to work barefoot, and they worked from morning until evening, and then they were driven back.

Along the way, hungry children, the rations were meager, far below the required norm. Therefore, the boys ate earthworms, and large beetles, and caterpillars, and nibbled clover, plantains, and anything else they could get their hands on. Depending on the season, they worked in the field and in special workshops of factories.

Oleg sat in the pretrial detention center for a long time, working, eating poorly, and washing once a week under cold streams of a hose, and once every two weeks the boys were all shaved bald again, and allowed to cut their fingernails and toenails with blunt scissors.

And the food is either empty gruel with a small amount of bread, or at best empty porridge with water. And the boys work almost all daylight hours and burn a lot of calories. Relatives still manage to make parcels despite all the prohibitions, and the children divide them fairly and equally.

Oleg got some of it too, so although he lost weight, he was not exhausted, and his body became more sinewy. And his bare soles became rough and calloused and itched a lot. Therefore, even the boy tried to step on something more prickly, so that it would not itch so much.

Boys sometimes encountered girls while working in the fields. They had short haircuts, like this in a circle, but at least they didn't shave their heads. And girls weren't supposed to wear shoes before and after frost. And since the soles of the fair sex were softer than those of the stronger sex, the girls suffered from this.

True, their children's feet quickly become rough. And so the boys and girls slapped each other's hands, and even kissed. And on the cheeks, and the bravest boys even looked for the girls' lips. And they laughed a lot. When the young prisoners with numbers on their overalls work, they laugh, bare their cute faces, and blink their eyes. And when the sun shines, in the field, under the control of the NKVD soldiers, the children work and laugh, and rejoice. And when it rains gently in the south of Ukraine, the boys and girls splash barefoot through the puddles, raising a cloud of splashes. And this lifts the spirits. For a ten-year-old boy, this is also joy when you feel the prickly path with a rough, bare sole. And it is very beautiful and pleasant.

And when streams of rain flow down a child's face, that's also nice. And you throw off your torn, prison-style shirt and expose your naked, increasingly sinewy torso.

Fights between boys often occur. In this case, the police simply hit them with batons on the ribs, spines, and shaved heads. They hit both the right and the guilty, and even those boys who are just nearby, even if they did not participate in the fight.

NKVD soldiers also like to hit children on their bare heels. Just to find fault with some little thing.

True, they beat you with a rubber truncheon carefully, so that it hurts, but does not cripple. Moreover, prison boys and girls are a good workforce even in the fields.

When it was spring, the children also collected stones in buckets. This is quite hard work. You have to walk a lot and constantly bend over to pick up stones. But your legs, lower back, abs and back develop. When you walk on damp ground, it is soft, and when the sun shines and it is warm, the children's bare feet feel bliss.

Then the muscles do hurt, but it goes away quickly. The boys quickly get used to the loads, and the muscles don't ache as much anymore.

Oleg himself felt these joys.

And they teach a few boys. There is something like that, so that they don't fall behind in their studies. Moreover, very young teachers, some even high school girls.

Not very pleasant, of course. In the overcrowded classrooms, the smell of sweaty, rarely showered boys' bodies. The young prisoners themselves had long since sniffed it.

It's generally good when it works. The boys try to relieve themselves in the field and wipe themselves with burdocks so that the toilet doesn't stink.

And why is it easier that way?

The pretrial detention center has already developed a system for using young prisoners. And they work while it is daylight. Although the law limits everything to four, or already under Yezhov it was adopted to six hours. But in reality, you need to work like a donkey almost all the time, and also study if you are lucky, and then trivially sleep, and if you manage to experience adventures in your sleep.

For example, this is when you carry out the task of the Boers' General Bota. You are in the squad of Captain Sorvi Golov. Here is Olezhka and the boy Seryozhka. The children had guns, slightly smaller models of children's Mausers. The boys hid in ambush. It was warm in the south of Africa, and the young warriors were in shorts. And their bare feet, accustomed to stones and roughened to calluses, are not afraid of thorns. The children galloped on small ponies, which were also camouflaged.

And now they are hiding and waiting. Here in front appeared a mounted patrol, as befits British troops. Only on horses there are not Englishmen, but orcs.

Seryozhka whistled in surprise:

- This is absolutely fantastic!

Olezhka nodded:

- All the better, because killing people is unpleasant. And somehow it's morally easier to kill furry animals.

The boy prisoner remarked:

- We are juvenile delinquents, and we should not talk about humanity!

Olezhka giggled and sang:

Money is melting in your wallet,

Capital is rushing...

And in our language,

Money means mana!

The earring tweeted:

Manna, manna, manna,

We are not asking for semolina porridge...

The boys are very humane

And strong!

Manna, manna, manna,

We'll rip the orcs' pockets off,

And we'll give them a slap on the ear,

Get slapped!

After which both boy prisoners raised their children's Mausers. They rested their small, childish feet on the grass and fired.

The orcs, killed outright, fell from their horses. And from their pierced chests, red-brown fountains of blood began to beat.

Olezhka and Seryozhka shouted:

- One, two, three - tear all the orcs apart!

And the boys fired again. And they shot through four orcs at once. Even the children's version of the Mauser has a high initial bullet velocity. And again the furry bears fell, releasing fountains of their very dirty colored blood.

And the boy-fighters slap their bare feet, with dusty, rough soles. And again they fire very accurately. Now that's really cool. The orcs try to snap back. They have guns too, but of worse quality. And they fire them wherever they want.

And the children work together and knock down the targets. And the shaggy, ugly bears fall. This is truly a war for the Boers. Every shot and a corpse.

And the guys took a fair amount of ammunition with them in their backpacks.

Oleg noted, shooting at the enemies:

- The concept of who is right and who is guilty is relative, isn't it?

Seryozhka answered boldly:

- We shouldn't be making a fuss, we should just punch them in the face!

And both boys, with their bare heels pressed into the grass, continued firing. The orcs were thrown up like balls, and they fell. And the different sides threw their paws with guns. This really turned out to be extremely deadly and aggressive.

A real phenomenal cosmic force. More precisely, two young convicts in a dream simply acquired truly superhuman accuracy.

And they beat and beat the enemy with all their might. More precisely, perhaps with the power of reason. And they destroy the orcs without any dullness or weakness.

The boys shake their shaved heads, and their thin shoulders make their cabbages look big. Unhappy young prisoners, but full of courage.

And they shoot without giving the enemy any breathing space or a chance to grab onto anything.

And the orcs try to take cover, but they cannot escape the blows of the aggressive child terminators. And the bullets of the young warriors began to find targets more and more often and actively.

Oleg took the explosive pea with his bare toes and threw it. And a dozen orcs flew in different directions, like balls in a game of skittles.

Sergei also took with his bare toes threw the murderous gift of annihilation. His legs are childish, tanned, very nimble.

And when it exploded with a new destructive grin. And so the orcs fly off in different azimuths. And their arms and legs and heads are torn off.

The boy prisoners squeal with a very satisfied look. They are like aggressive and very dangerous wolf cubs who have cut their teeth. And they shoot extremely accurately - better than Robin Hood.

Oleg noted, firing accurately and with precision from a Mauser, which is only childish in size, but in fact is quite lethal and accurate:

- A good weapon and accurate hands - this will be a really cool combination in deadly force!

Seryozhka giggled and showed his childish tongue. And then he just took it and spat. And he managed to burn a hole in the orc's skin. Which is an extremely deadly effect.

The boy-terminator sang:

It is evil to be proud of one's power,

And it seems the whole world has come to terms with him...

But the pioneer is a brave cherub,

And believe me, we will teach evil a lesson!

And both boys shoot again. They shoot often, since their Mausers are semi-automatic. And indeed, so many orcs are killed, and how many are wounded, and pierced through, in the form of broken corpses and streams of red-brown blood. Oleg, firing, picked up a rather weighty pea with his bare toes. And threw it at the orcs. Again there is an explosion and pieces of torn and scorched meat fly in different directions.

Seryozhka noted with a smile:

- What a grenade, it hits so hard!

And both boys stomped their bare, calloused soles and winked at each other. Then they continued shooting. And the orcs' heads literally split.

The orcs tried to get around the boys. But this is not a real fight, but a dream. And Olezhka controls his dream well. And he gets a great many small, but very destructive grenades, which the boy-terminator throws at the ugly bears. And they literally fly up like rag dolls, and fly high in the air, and then fall in pieces. And this can be said to be very cool.

Oleg even sang, once again throwing the deadly pea of death with his bare little toes:

Love and death, good and evil...

I am a barefoot pioneer and this is given to me,

Love and death, good and evil,

Right now the boy-convict is at rock bottom!

And he sighed. It's unpleasant to be a prisoner. Especially since the guards and some of the guys want to make you feel all the time that you're not a person, but some kind of working donkey. And you hold on, and if it's really outrageous, you fight back. In particular, when Oleg's baby arms were twisted and they started pressing a cigarette into his bare chest. Then the boy kicked the boss with his bare foot. And this, oddly enough, saved him. Instead of maiming the impudent brat, the young boss felt respect. And Oleg finally became a boy. Most guys are like that, and then you can become a gangster. But Oleg, being a child of about ten, was not particularly eager to make a criminal career. He was a romantic pioneer, an excellent student, and still expected to be released. Especially since criminal liability begins at age twelve. And he is only ten, which means they are not keeping him in the pretrial detention center according to the rules.

But in Stalin's times there were many assumptions. So even without a trial you would be sent to a pretrial detention center, even if you were a child, and they would send you to a labor or children's colony, even if you were a baby. The only question was where. Nobody wanted to go to Siberia with its very cold winters. It was better to either stay in Ukraine, where there were plenty of children's colonies, or to the Caucasus, or, which was really worse, to Central Asia. But the biggest chance was, of course, to end up in one of the Ukrainian colonies. Where, although they walk barefoot from frost to frost, they feed tolerably well and have a good education.

And which of the normal teachers would voluntarily go to Siberia to teach juvenile delinquents? And here in the colony, especially Makarenko, they will feed you up, and there is even a gym there, and they show movies, and you will have a good education. And there are no bosses there, but there are activists. But if he beats you, it is for bad behavior or bad grades. And for Oleg, studying was not a problem. So the boy tried not to get cheeky and get a warmer place in "Hell". But in general, it is good when you are a child, and after a hard day's work you fall like a log on the bunk and fall fast asleep and see dreams. For example, Stalin does not sleep at night at all, from constant lack of sleep his head is splitting.

Oleg shot down three orcs with one shot.

After which the boy took it and started whistling. Moreover, the child used a bullet casing to whistle.

The whistle was so piercing that the numerous ravens circling over the battlefield were stunned or had heart attacks from fear. They fell like hailstones and pierced the shaggy, bear-like heads of the orcs with their sharp beaks. And they fell in mortal defeat. And the boys joyfully cried out:

We will give our soul and heart,

We are for our holy fatherland...

Golden-winged cherub,

Let's live under communism!

After which the boy warriors began to finish off the few surviving orcs. True, the enemy still tried to get them. And then the enemy artillery came into play. But this did not frighten the young fighters.

They all whistled together, only now the children stuck their bare toes in their mouths. And the whistle became special and shrill. The shells began to detonate right in the air and their fragments rained down on the fresh battalion of orcs approaching the battlefield. And the shaggy and ugly bears fell pierced and badly beaten.

And more and more of these warriors fell. This was the murderous showdown that was going on now. And there was no place to sit or stand up - the total destruction of Orkostan's fighters was underway. And streams of red-brown blood of the killed and mortally wounded bears flowed. And above it, little lights of blue and violet flames still flared up.

Oleg licked his lips and noted:

- What an aggressive impact!

Seryozhka giggled and noted:

- Aggressive and progressive!

And both boys again hit each other with their bare, rough, childish, but already calloused heels. And sparks began to fly.

The young warriors took it and threw gifts of annihilation at the few surviving orcs with their feet again. And literally tore the furry bears into small pieces.

After which the pioneers started singing:

The anthem of the Motherland sings in our hearts,

There is no one more beautiful in the whole universe...

Squeeze the ray gun tighter, knight,

You're not a kid, you're a mission fighter!

So the boys gave out pearls. And then they took and threw the boomerangs with their bare toes. These destructive objects spun. And they took and cut off the heads of a dozen orcs each. Then they returned and the young warriors caught them again with their bare, nimble feet.

Oleg sang with passion:

They run along a crooked path,

Barefoot boys' feet...

I'm tired of milking the cow,

How many burdocks can you breed!

Better to catch your own happiness!

Seryozhka picked up on it with excitement:

- I will harness the horse to the carriage,

And fortune awaits me!

And the boys saw that a whole regiment of furry creatures was coming towards them. What to do. Again the children stuck their bare toes in their mouths and whistled.

Besides the crows, the vultures also got heart attacks. And this is a truly lethal effect. And how they hit and broke the orcs' skulls.

And not only skulls, the beaks of the defeated birds also ripped open their stomachs and released a bunch of intestines.

Oleg noted:

- We're really good at exterminating them! We can kill all the furry creatures at once!

Seryozhka responded with cautious optimism:

- We can, but not at once!

And both boys, with their bare heels, threw up gifts of death. And they fell upon the orcs, tearing the furry bears into small pieces, with an abundance of blood.

And the torn meat flew in all directions. And at the same time it continued to smoke.

Oleg noted with a very sweet and satisfied look:

- This is how we turn into men!

Seryozhka giggled and replied:

- Not the man who grows a beard, even a goat has this hair on his face, but the one who knows how to fight is the word hero!

The orcs suffered huge losses, but continued their attack, or rather their attempt at an attack. The boys whistled again, this time in a special key. And two hefty Maxim machine guns fell on them from above. The boys barely managed to jump aside to avoid being crushed.

Oleg exclaimed:

- This is a valuable present!

Seryozhka added angrily:

- The cop will get it!

And both boys took and turned their machine guns on the enemies. Without thinking twice, the child terminators opened fire on the advancing orcs, literally pouring streams of lead on them. And they mowed down the enemies with all their intensity.

The kids here are so aggressive and capable of destroying opponents with streams of bullets and annihilation.

More and more orc units entered the battle. And the boys fired and mowed them down quite successfully.

The young warriors were full of healthy enthusiasm, and to cheer themselves up, they sang with feeling and expression:

The pioneers are glorious guys,

The first collective farms were created...

We were taught to shoot with a machine gun,

So that children don"t shed tears in vain!


We went to the collective farm to mow hay,

The work there was hot...

We walked miles in bare feet,

The boys now have a string!


God does not help pioneers,

They have Lenin the Almighty Himself...

Somewhere the carnivorous Cain howls,

The nightmare bear roared like thunder!


Boys and girls are walking,

They reaped rye with sickles on the grass...

It's good on a collective farm in hot May,

And don't tell us lies!


Let us admire the dew, boys,

What hits our heels...

With a beautiful girl, barefoot,

Let us, young men, take flight!


We can do a lot, after all.

Lenin inspired us to perform this feat...

The road is wide for boys,

Warsaw and Berlin are ahead!


And suddenly the vile Fuhrer attacked,

It was as if the devil from hell was climbing on us...

But the bald bastard will get a fig,

It"s not for nothing that Stalin is also a demon!


For the guys, all tanks are not an obstacle,

They fight like those eagles...

A glorious reward awaits,

Lenin's great sons!


The Fuhrer's dashing tanks are tearing through,

And believe me, their barrel is smoking...

The Komsomol members beat their enemies barefoot,

Hitler is facing defeat!


The battle is already raging near Moscow,

The adversary is insidious and cruel...

A prayer to Ilyich will help us,

If necessary, the deadline will also come!


Pioneers: boys, girls -

Rushing through snowdrifts barefoot...

The Fritzes will face a harsh retribution,

If the young man moves his fist!


Believe us, snowdrifts don"t scare us,

Trust your bare heels, snow is not scary...

The pioneers' feet flash,

The children are starting to run fast!


And now boys and girls,

They attack the Fritzes with that wave...

The ringing voice of the pioneers,

They will clearly deal with Satan!


The fascists won't understand who's killing them,

The angular Tiger caught fire...

The boys have a lot of power,

The torn policeman fell silent!


Here the boy tossed his bare heel,

A very destructive present...

We don't play hide and seek with death,

The feat of the knights will be sung about!


The barefoot girl is rushing into attack,

The heel became a rose in the snow...

We wish for a very strong fight,

If you are weak, I will help you!


We fought off the fascists from Moscow,

And they drove off as if with a broom...

Miles have been added to communism,

The brightest and most sacred dream!


Fighting glorious girls,

That they fight in spite of death...

The voices of beauties are very clear,

They will bake pies while playing!


And the boy was given this freedom,

I am very glad, believe me...

Paying tribute to this underground,

They defended Stalingrad bravely!


What is this very powerful "Tiger" to us?

This tank is certainly a giant...

The pioneers sing the lyre,

We will have a new master!


There is no other for the knight, believe me,

The boy tied a red tie...

Yes, for years we are just children,

Napalm is falling from the sky!


Stalingrad fights very gloriously,

The pioneers in it are like fighting lions...

After all, for us, an example is the most important thing,

So that grandfathers and fathers can be proud!


We can do everything in this battle,

Defeat the evil fascists with a joke...

Singing cool tips,

As if you were a child of God!


The boy saw a nimble "Panther",

This tank is not weak, boy, you know...

Sometimes we compose things that are not on topic,

All the same, there will be paradise!


God created people for eternal glory,

So that Lenin's strength would be...

For the sake of the new red power,

A sharp needle stitches!


The boy ran through the snowdrifts,

And he bravely threw a grenade at the Tiger...

He will have a bazooka in his backpack,

So that the possessed Fuhrer would blow away!


You can also solve the riddle,

How much is just two times two...

Let's defeat the fascists carefully,

After all, we have enough intelligence!


The snow is falling and burning the boy's heels,

He's still a child, but he's a hero...

The boy does not play hide and seek with death,

This Fuhrer is a vile pain in the ass!


Here is the Panther, it got a good beating,

The angular one smokes heavily...

He kicked the fascist in the face with his bare heel,

The enemy will be shattered like glass!


There are no impossible goals,

The brave pioneer proved...

It is not difficult to defeat the enemy horde,

This boy showed courage!


This is why we fought for our Fatherland,

Every pioneer knows this...

We will not spare our lives in battle,

Glory to the saint of the USSR!


A barefoot boy is not afraid,

Even the most severe frost...

And I see faces shining from the icons,

And for us, both Lada and Christ!


Lenin invites us to a new world,

Where's the free bagel, cream cake...

Abel wins, not Cain,

Don't look into the loudmouth's mouth!


Now the battles are underway near Kursk,

Even though the enemy is as cruel as a wolf...

Boys and girls fight bravely,

They hit you right in the cast steel forehead!


Well, the enemy is retreating,

And in the attack, a barefoot pioneer...

He believes in victory in glorious May,

And he will set an example for the warriors!


Somewhere the Fritzes were beating up a Komsomol member,

They burned the heels with a poker...

The damned ones tortured the girl,

They put him barefoot on the coals!


She didn't tell them anything,

I just laughed in the monsters' faces...

What bastards, you have not suffered enough,

We'll hang you ourselves on the ring!


The Fritzes shot the Komsomol member,

And then they threw me into a noose...

And for this the pioneers gave,

Because I love girls!


What the Fritzes wanted, they got,

Hitler was clearly dragged into the coffin...

We really nailed the enemies,

They hit the forehead with the power of a projectile!


Yes, for us boys it's easy,

To defeat the evil fascists in battle...

Even though we look small in stature,

But at least there is school, only five!


Now we have entered Berlin in formation,

Putting on boots for the first time...

The boy was a child, became a hero,

He showed literally the highest class!


We do not mourn for those who fell in battle,

I know their science will resurrect them...

And they will see the distances of communism,

Therefore death will conquer light!


And Jesus is not our Lord,

Lenin, the radiant Lord...

His will is not forgotten by us,

Eternal cherub over the planet!


We will achieve victory, I know,

If there is a war in space...

The Vedas spoke to our ancestors,

Satan will take over a third of the worlds!


But we will free them, believe me,

Let's do something like this - it's a fairy tale...

In the joy of bliss like children,

And let's build a paradise in the universe!


There is no death - you people know this,

Life is good, believe me...

And give happiness to our descendants, people,

May you live in paradise with the Almighty forever!


That's when the world will be communism,

The whole universe, the darkness of worlds...

Eternally, endlessly, the light of life,

Where there is plenty of great mind!


And now Lenin will rule, I know,

On the right hand, Stalin is the leader of the fighters...

We will be able to fix everything in the future,

Our guys are like titans!


USSR beyond distant universes,

There are no boundaries above the very edges...

And in the name of great creations,

Glorious pages of this history!


Pioneers, were, are and will be,

In our happiness there is paradise for centuries...

Never know, strength will never diminish,

In endless joy dream!

. CHAPTER #11.

And with his bare heel he presses on the buttons and hits with something extremely deadly.

Red-haired Alla remarked quite aggressively, winking her emerald eyes:

- We are the coolest in the world!

Maria, firing at the enemy with great accuracy, agreed:

- We'll kill and kill everyone!

Olympiada finished tapping with her bare toes and squeaked:

- Death to the fascists!

These girls are specific and combative...

Alenka cooed:

- Glory to our great country,

It will be wonderful in the Fatherland...

Even if fascism-Satan attacks,

It's dangerous to argue with Russians!

These are the girls here, frankly speaking - of the highest and most famous class. And they thoroughly thrash and exterminate their enemies. And this is their greatest credo.

And if they do take you, they will hit you with great force, killing and destroying you.

And here comes the summer of war. And the units are fighting. And the villages and cities are destroyed like real ones. Only there are no old men and women there. Only girls and boys. Indeed

Why old people and adult men? And so there is a complete defeat and this is super. And the defeat and destruction are mutual.

Meanwhile, ME-262 jets are raging in the sky. And Margaret is knocking down Soviet units.

And sings:

-Space time, our jet age!

And it also fires from four 30-millimeter cannons.

And Anastasia Vedmakova - the heroine pilot will give it back. And it's mutual...

The beautiful girl took and sang:

- No one could prove it,

That we are all one...

but with us is one all-merciful God,

We are not so naive!

Akulina Orlova, while shooting down Soviet planes, decisively stated:

- There is no God!

And she winked at her partners.

Mirabella Magnetic agreed:

- I believe only in cosmic intelligence!

And also how it hits the enemy with aircraft guns. Such are the girls-pilots, cool and combative. And they can end up in shorts on the plane and in a bikini.

Anastasia took it and roared aggressively, shooting down the enemy plane:

- Now get going!

These are the girls from the game - let's just say superwomen. And these are the ace pilots who eat up resources.

The boy Marat Kazei was looking for a way to outplay his strong opponent. It's not that easy. And for example, the post-war T-54 tank won't be put into production yet.

However, Hans Feuer does not have access to the E series with its runs yet. Well, for now both sides use what they have.

Perhaps we could try to launch the T-44 tank into production, but it is more expensive and more difficult to produce than the traditional T-34-85. Although, overall, it is a wonderful machine, one might say.

Marat Kazei sighed. He had to fight the Germans. His sister was captured by the fascists in winter. And forced to walk barefoot through the snowdrifts. As a result, his sister became

disabled. And my mother was shot, or rather hanged, after cruel torture. And it was very harsh.

Marat Kazei sighed heavily. He wanted to see his sister and mother. They had promised to resurrect them too, but it would be their turn. Of course, they were resurrected first.

great and here the statute of limitations did not matter.

Marat Kazei moved the chip and turned on the run again. And in this case, he increased the productivity of the plants. And tried to seize the initiative. And at the same time looked through the menu,

what else can be improved in tanks and soldiers. In particular, for example, take the quality of armor. And this should also be improved. And the endurance and shooting accuracy of soldiers.

And also increase the rate of fire of rifles and machine guns.

However, Hans Feuer could do the same. And he succeeded in it. And the parity of both armies was maintained.

And then Marat decided on a trick. He started to withdraw troops from the central section of the front, planning to then very cleverly undercut the flanks of the Nazis.

But his opponent was of course on guard. And he used this maneuver more skillfully. As a result, the balance was broken. And the German troops managed to take Minsk.

But the slashing didn't work. In battles it suddenly became clear that the "Panther"-2 is a very good tank in defense, and literally crushes Soviet vehicles. And so the Red Army stuck its nose in.

The enemy managed to go deeper, but this also had its downsides, since now the Nazis in the computer game were also being pressed by the partisans.

So the attempt to seize the initiative failed.

Guerrilla warfare in the game is a delicate thing. And to fight the guerrillas you form policemen from the local population. And the policemen are not very reliable.

Marat Kazei is a little more cheerful. His troops did retreat beyond the Berezina, but they retained the initiative. And the battles were growing.

Hans Foyer was in no hurry to go beyond the era. Then Marat would get the T-54, a very serious tank, against which the Panther-2 would not be so good. So it follows

exercise caution.

Marat Kazei unexpectedly suggested:

- You know, buddy, let's eat! Because this strategy is making my head spin!

Hans Feuer agreed:

-It really wouldn't hurt to have a bite to eat.

And so the two boys paused their strategy and moved into a luxurious hall. The walls were covered with diamonds and other gems. Music was playing,

and the girls danced in short skirts, and with narrow strips of fabric on their chests. And here the beautiful slaves, also in short skirts, brought luxurious dishes on golden trays.

And it was all so great.

Gasn and Marat began to gobble up the delicacies. First of all, a hybrid of lamb and melon, as well as a hare and coconut nut. And it seemed very good indeed.

The boys were already teenagers, but their faces were clear, almost childish, when even the mustache had not yet appeared. But the male features had already begun to form. And they looked very attractive.

Both Marak and Gasn had already caught the admiring glances of girls and older women in their previous lives. But now they had everything. Including the women of the game who served them and brought them dishes.

The boys, who had experienced hunger in their previous lives, devoured the delicacies with pleasure, especially since their stomachs could now absorb unlimited quantities.

Hans, in particular, ate a hybrid of an ostrich egg and a lemon and noted:

- You and I have achieved a lot!

Marat noted with a smile:

- Yes and no! I am considered a hero, and books are written about me. And you, since you fought for fascism, remained only a victim of propaganda and no one glorifies or loves you!

The young German did not agree:

- Not quite true! I was a man, even though my country was ruled by the wrong ideology! And my descendants appreciated it!

Marat remarked angrily:

- They'd better resurrect my sister! They've started resurrecting all sorts of juvenile delinquents! It's so stupid!

Gasn grinned and remarked:

- The descendants apparently have their own preferences. Moreover, it seems that in the universe, where there are no material problems, we are just another entertainment for them!

The young partisan shook his head:

- I don't believe that they resurrected us just to have fun! I think they have other ideas!

The young German shrugged and noted:

- For us, the logic of our descendants is a mystery. But in our cruel twentieth century, hopeless patients were nursed back to health. Why not give happiness to our ancestors, especially since they

Of course they really deserved it.

Marat replied with a sigh:

- Our ancestors really deserved it! And they suffered and tormented themselves for a great purpose!

Gasn Foyer said with a smile:

- When the hand is firm,

And the goals are humane...

You can crush the violent state!

The boys were enjoying more than just the food. Two girls in bikinis came out and started fighting each other. One was a redhead, the other a blonde. The blonde girl had a

There was a straight sword, and the red-haired one had a curved saber. And they began to exchange hard blows.

Hans remarked with a smile:

- Gorgeous girls! Just like real ones!

Blendinka got her opponent with her sword. And the monitor immediately reflected - loss of life.

Marat noticed, grinning:

- Delightful girls.

And now the redhead hits the blonde with her sabre. And again, from the side of the fair-haired one, the red line diminished. The girls continued to fight.

And they hit not only with swords, but also tried to reach with bare feet. When hitting, life also decreased, but much less noticeably than from a sword and saber.

A brutal duel was taking place.

Marat said with a smile:

- I believe that the redhead will win!

Hans remarked with fury:

- And I think the blonde will win!

The young partisan objected:

- The redhead is almost red, and the blonde is white, and the reds beat the whites!

The young German remarked:

- Hair color is secondary - the main thing is skill!

Marat added with fury:

- And physical strength too!

Gasn agreed:

-This also matters, of course! But the main thing is the head. And a blonde has a light head!

The young partisan muttered:

- A blonde's head is only bright literally!

The young German objected:

- White color is the Aryans!

Marat shook his fist:

- Damn it, you're a racist! You should be sent to a cybernetic hell with torture!

Hans remarked with a sigh:

- Alas, what is destined cannot be avoided! But in general, aren't there many fair-haired girls in Belarus?

Marat perked up and nodded:

- Yes, a lot! Well, okay, let's not argue! I'm fair myself! Let's see who will beat whom!

The girls exchanged blows. The blades clashed, sparks flew. Their lives gradually diminished. And everything was extremely tense. None of the girls wanted to give in.

And there was a total exchange of blows.

Hans Foer meanwhile was devouring a piglet mixed with cabbage and squid. And he liked it very much. Yes, the new world was good. And the other world even surpassed all expectations.

Everything about it was pretty good. It was fun and life was full.

Gasn even noted:

- What if we add Marat?

The boy partisan agreed:

- Let the girls fight!

And the battle flared up with renewed vigor when more and more warriors entered it. Here were two beauties with tridents, and here they entered the battle with a harpoon.

Their bare, round, pink heels flashed.

And the girls began to chop and stab each other.

The German boy noted:

- Yes, this game is turning out to be serious! These are girls!

One was harpooned straight through the heart, and her life line was cut in half.

The girls, of course, are pressing each other with despair... And the boys, continuing to eat the delicacies, began to test the beauties' abilities and capabilities. This is it

young players.

The boys took it and simultaneously turned on the first aid kit mode. And all the injured girls were restored at once. There were already more than fifty of them on both sides. And the pandemonium began

and squealing.

A three-dimensional hologram appeared in front of two famous rulers of antiquity. It showed beautiful girls with swords and dressed in armor.

Natasha said with a smile:

- Elven warriors. Combat strength ten units, speed twenty-five, vitality fifteen, armor durability thirty... The most basic warriors. Choice of weapons.

Bow - armor-piercing 12 units, damage 17, rate of fire 10 shots per minute. But the crossbow, it is more expensive, but armor-piercing 25, damage 30, rate of fire 8 shots per minute.

There are ways to run a crossbow. Here is a knight's crossbow: its armor-piercing and damage are even higher, with the same rate of fire, it costs even more and requires both gold and iron.

In addition, you can increase the aiming of weapons and accuracy, as well as the accuracy of archers.

Julius Caesar remarked:

- Beautiful girls, are there any warrior men?

Natasha nodded in agreement:

- Of course there are. And different types of warriors. You can use both fairy tale characters and real ones. For example, would you prefer the army of Rome?

Julius Caesar nodded:

- Of course. But not only Rome. I am not a caveman patriot at all, and I am not against trying out the troops of other countries!

Alexander the Great noted:

- Warrior girls are beautiful and aesthetic. But can they be made immortal Goddesses?

Augustina nodded in agreement:

- It is possible, having spent resources, to stamp out gods. But they are immortal, but there is a special weapon that defeats the most advanced deities. So, no matter how you look at it, there is still an absolute

There is no immortality in the game. Only a person has achieved absolute immortality, he can always and in any situation be resurrected, if he finds himself in the epicenter of a thermopreon bomb explosion.

The great king of Macedonia asked:

- And who is the thermopreon bomb?

The red-haired beauty replied:

- It's a bomb based on the preonn fusion process. One gram of such a bomb releases energy comparable to burning all the coal reserves on thousands of planets like Earth!

Alexander the Great responded in admiration:

- Stop lying!

Augustina remarked with a smile:

- Humanity has completely solved its energy problems. And now, people have been able to turn their attention to other issues. In particular, the dream of many millennia and most religions

about the resurrection of the dead! Our ancestors certainly deserved immortality and to enjoy happiness in a world where all dreams come true. And where nothing is impossible.

Julius Caesar shrugged:

- Nothing is impossible? And can I become a demiurge God?

Natasha readily confirmed:

- Of course, you can become one. In the Hypernet supermatrix there are games where a person can become an Almighty God and create real Universes. And wage wars with others

omnipotent Gods. And grow to the level of the Hyper-omnipotent OverGod! Everything is possible, and any fantasy and any desire is completely within your control.

Alexander the Great growled:

- Then I want to become a lion!

The red-haired shrew nodded:

-We are doing it!

Immediately, in place of the Macedonian king, a huge, roaring lion appeared. He immediately began to roar and beat his tail against his sides. And suddenly he gurgled:

- Why did everything become black and white and blurry, and the smells cut the nostrils?

Augustina explained with a smile:

- And Lev sees everything in black and white, and his eyesight is worse than a human's. But his sense of smell and hearing are much stronger. However, I'm upgrading your eyesight, and look...

See, everything is colorful and clear again!

The lion roared at the top of his lungs:

- Great! Everything is clear and bright again! And how delicious the food smells! Let's eat first.

Julius Caesar nodded:

- It wouldn't hurt to have a snack.

Alexander the Great roared:

- Give me a lamb!

And the lion snapped his teeth.

Augustina nodded:

- Here you go, fresh one.

A beautiful lamb appeared before the transformed Alexander the Great. The lion, feeling hungry, rushed at it. And began to tear with his claws. And put his fangs into action.

Blood spurted and the sound of teeth clicking could be heard.

Julius Caesar chuckled and asked:

- Is it delicious?

The lion answered with a roar:

- Divine!

Augustina noted:

- The taste and nutritional value of lamb can also be upgraded. In this case, this delicacy is upgraded by two hundred percent. How do you eat it greedily, Alexander?

The lion gnawed, choking on blood and meat. It was very tasty for him.

Julius Caesar remarked:

- I've also developed an appetite! Maybe we'll try something tasty?

Natasha squeaked:

- This will be just right!

And barefoot, tanned, fair-haired girls in tunics and jewelry began to bring delicacies on golden trays. There were hybrids of goose and eggplant, sturgeon and pineapple,

wild boar and banana, roe deer and orange. And they ate these dishes with the help of golden cutlery studded with diamonds.

Julius Caesar had a hard time keeping himself from attacking the food. It was so delicious.

Natasha nodded and chirped:

- We are doing a taste enhancement.

And indeed, how delicious the food became. Everything swam before Julius Caesar's eyes from wild pleasure. Such pleasure cannot be conveyed in words or symbols.

Julius Caesar cooed:

-Glory to the cooks!

Natasha objected:

- These are not cooks, but simulations by the Hypernet matrix. Here is all the food, these are also elements of the game.

The dictator of Rome remarked:

-Cool food!

Alexander the Great, in the guise of a lion, finished gnawing on the lamb and roared:

- More!

Julius Caesar responded with a smile and suggested:

- Alexander, join us in the crown!

Augustina nodded:

- It's not aesthetically pleasing to tear live lambs, even if they were created by the matrix. It hurts them too.

And the girl twisted her finger. Alexander the Great became a young man of about twenty. Mighty and strong.

Julius Caesar remarked with a grin:

- He is taller than me.

Natasha nodded:

- No problem, Julius! The new blessed spring - appearance is just the color!

Augustina noted:

- You can make yourself look any way you want with a telepathic command. Do you want to become a girl?

Julius Caesar chuckled:

- No! At least not yet.

The redhead noticed with a wink:

- It's a pity, but you know that a woman experiences much more pleasure from sex than a man!

The former dictator of Rome nodded:

- I can guess!

Alexander the Great began to eat. He ate a hybrid of catfish, Napoleon cake and tangerine. And his eyes swam with ecstasy - how wildly delicious it became.

And before my eyes there are sparks and swirls, and all sorts of euphoria!

Alexander the Great stated:

- This is food! It's just super! The ambrosia of the gods doesn't even come close to it!

Julius Caesar readily confirmed:

- This is really just super! I've never eaten anything like this.

Natasha noted with a smile:

- You can improve the taste even more. And it will be much better.

The former dictator of Rome shook his head:

- No, what's excessive is not healthy. It can make you go crazy.

Alexander the Great gurgled:

- And I still want it! Drive me away.

Augustina nodded and squeaked:

- Add another hundred percent to taste perception.

And then, before Alexander, a hybrid of a pig, kiwi and sherbet appeared.

The athletic young man pounced on it greedily and began to eat it with passion. And he did it very aggressively.

And he was very pleased with it. And he was literally choking with delight. And it was just super and hyper.

Julius Caesar noted with a sigh:

- You shouldn't treat food like that. Food is a way to satisfy your hunger, not obscurantism and lust.

Alexander the Great roared:

- Shut up, you bastard.

Augustina chirped:

- Calm down... Let's live in peace, guys!

Julius and Alexander exclaimed in unison:

- Never!

And they looked at each other with anger.

Natasha noted:

- You will have a war! And a war of equals! In the meantime, enjoy your food.

The meal continued in silence for some time. Both great commanders ate and savored the food. And groaned. And worked their jaws. These are two kings.

Although they are not exactly kings, especially Julius Caesar.

And so they were served hybrids of perch and donuts, with tomatoes, a mix of squid and watermelon, and a cross between a turtle and dates.

And the girls ran all sorts of parameters through them, making something sweeter, something more sour. And this whetted the appetite.. Here they brought a hybrid of an elephant, a melon and a turkey in chocolate.

And it was so delicious.

And this will be for a long time... Caesar and Macedonian calmed down a little. They ate slowly now and began to talk about empires.

Alexander the Great confidently stated:

- If I had not died so early, Rome would have become a province of the Macedonian Empire!

Julius Caesar, no less confidently, answered:

-But not for long! We would have gained independence anyway and become the greatest empire on planet Earth!

Alexander the Great noted:

- If my descendants hadn't made a mistake, then maybe. But with me you would never have won!

Julius Caesar replied angrily:

- Well, we'll see about that! Do you want to play a real war?

Alexander the Great nodded:

- I love real war. Will fight!

And throwing aside the uneaten elephant, he said:

- Enough! We've had enough! I want war!

Julius Caesar nodded in agreement:

- We both want war!

Natasha jumped up in response, and the other girls with her. They spun in the air and sang:

-One, two, three, four, seven...

Calculate in order...

We invite all animals -

Let's have some fun exercise!

Natasha and Zoya nodded:

- We are on the side of Julius Caesar!

Augustina and Svetlana exclaimed:

- And we are on the side of Alexander the Great!

And both commanders flew in different directions. And found themselves in front of giant holograms. In front of them glowed grandiose menus with a set of buildings and units.

Natasha nodded to Caesar:

- You can now make yourself an army, oh great one. Let's start with the Middle Ages. You have resources of ten thousand units: gold, iron, stones, food, wood, oil, coal.

And this is just the beginning. And five beautiful girls-units. These are working girls. There are few of them, but a community center should be built, and workers can be stamped out in large quantities.

Julius Caesar asked a reasonable question:

- And what if I want male workers?

Natasha smiled and replied:

- Please! But women are more resilient and tenacious, and epidemics don't affect them as much. However, we can upgrade the units, add vaccination and immunity to diseases.

But this can only be done after the establishment of the Academy of Sciences and the allocation of certain resources!

Julius Caesar replied with a smile:

- Then let the girls be the slaves! They look very appetizing.

The girls really did have perfect proportions and were only wearing bikinis. And their bodies were muscular and feminine at the same time, with a sculpted press. That's it.

The girls are just super.

Julius Caesar, looking at them, felt the call of the flesh with his rejuvenated body. And his male perfection took and swelled...

Natasha giggled and asked:

- Do you want me to ride you, Julius Caesar?

The former dictator of Rome objected:

- It's not worth it! The war with Macedonian comes first. And what kind of warriors do we have?

Here golden-haired Zoya took the floor:

- The most varied, oh great one! But we understand that you prefer the Roman army.

Julius Caesar nodded in agreement:

- Roman warriors are the strongest and most organized!

Natasha noted with a smile:

- But the Macedonians will have a phalanx. And this is a strong trump card in the game!

Julius Caesar remarked:

- We beat the Macedonian phalanx. And we won, and we will win!

Zoya agreed with this:

- We can defeat the enemy. But the game will be long. We will have to stamp out a great many troops.

The former dictator of Rome said confidently:

- I'm ready for battle, or even for a whole series of battles!

Natasha took off her sandals and, dancing with her bare feet, sang:

- Let the boa constrictor have a long tail,

It bends like a bridge...

One, two, three, four -

Hands up, legs wide apart!

Julius Caesar turned on the game. The map of virtual space was truly endless. And it could be explored indefinitely. Resources lay in piles.

The girls grabbed their tools and began enthusiastically building a working community center. New units could be built there. Caesar, seeing how they were working, flashed

with the girl's bare, round heels, he noted:

- And they are fast!

Natasha confirmed with a grin:

- Yes, fast Julius. And they can be made even faster and more resilient. But for this, it is necessary to build a scientific academy. In this case, a run of various

Characteristics, including strength, endurance, speed, technicality. All this requires resources and gold, stones and oil, wood and food. Before pumping,

Build a mill and sow the fields. You need to feed the units. At first, there is a catastrophic shortage of resources, but then there will be an excess of them.

Caesar watched as the girls finished building the community center. Their nearly naked bodies glistened with sweat. And it made them even more beautiful and sexy.

Caesar thought that after all, such a continuation of life after death was much better than Tartarus. It was fun, bright, and there were such beautiful girls. Even if they weren't quite real.

And in appearance the most natural and appetizing. The Greeks couldn't come up with something much more interesting that awaits after death. Julius didn't know about Christians during his lifetime.

And now. They loaded a memory into his head that outlined the history of planet Earth. Along with a young and healthy body, came knowledge.

Oh, these Christians... What a stupid principle: love your enemy? You can only love your enemies when they're dead.

And how did the Romans accept such a pacifist teaching? Even though it did not eradicate war!

Here is the center finished. Julius ordered to build a mill and a market. And to stamp out units. Two girls began to build a market, and three - a mill. Slowly, crawled out of the community center

the sixth girl. And she ran to build a mill.

Natasha noted:

- It is possible to stamp out workers faster, but again a run through the Academy of Sciences is needed. The mill costs wood, stones, a little iron and gold, and food, but we need it.

Zoya objected:

- You can build another community center to reproduce workers faster. And this is considered an axiom.

Natasha noted with a smile:

- And you are a strategist!

. CHAPTER #12.

It was already autumn of 1956. Both land armies had frozen. The fifteenth year of the war had already passed. And only the sixteenth year had begun against the USSR. Both sides were trying to conserve their strength.

The Germans and the Allies bombed. And tried to knock out the USSR. The Soviet forces broke. But they still acted. And Leningrad still held out. Even though it was completely surrounded.

And even across Lake Ladoga it is not possible to supply it. This is the dire situation that has arisen.

Trump continues to fight and shoot down Soviet planes. He is an ace, you could say, from Satan. And he can do such things that even the Fritzes will not find it funny. And here it is the sixteenth year of the Great Patriotic War - a very cool dystopia. Although in reality, people suffer oh so much. And for Germany, this is already the eighteenth year of the war since the thirty-ninth. Here, the Germans who survived have no desire to fight at all. And the male population is greatly destroyed. There are many beautiful girls in the troops. In particular, the pilots Albina and Alvina - one can simply say they are lovely.

And if they fight, even the devils get sick. And the girls, of course, fight barefoot and in just a bikini. Magnificent stole. Woe to anyone who bumps into them.

And pilot Huffman, the first ace in his time to shoot down three hundred planes, is still alive and fighting, having already received the rank of aviation general.

While the Germans sit quietly and don't stick their heads out. Well, the Soviet troops are also knocked out and don't rush into trouble. The British and Americans are driving forward only the infantry recruited from the colonies. But it's getting cold quickly, and the colored troops are retreating to winter quarters. Thus, from the second half of October there is complete calm. And how can you say this - the wind is at the stern, I want to be tough. And so on until winter itself, in which, as they say, there is neither truth nor sense. And so winter has come.

The battles in the sky continue, but almost all the cities of the USSR have already been turned into ruins. And production has gone underground. And in the sky, only plane battles are taking place. Not yet Trump is striking at Soviet positions. And at the same time, Beria is using a secret army - a partisan movement, striving to weaken the enemy, the Third Reich and this entire coalition as much as possible. And here a serious fight is being waged against the partisans until their complete destruction, including torture and various forms of lawlessness.

And the Germans themselves not only fought, but also committed cruel atrocities. During the battles, the front line was often reshuffled. And so the boy scout Seryozhka Panteleyev fell into a trap.

A twelve-year-old boy found himself in a German casemate, he was stripped and searched, and they found a notebook and a small American pistol.

A German female officer asked Seryozhka in Russian:

- Do you want to live, boy?

Panteleev, lowering his head, replied:

- I am not guilty of anything!

The woman's eyes flashed fiercely and she said menacingly:

- You weren't alone... Where did the two older comrades go?

Seryozhka shuddered and answered reluctantly:

- Even if I knew, I still wouldn't tell... - Then the boy raised his head and shouted. - And you're going to die soon anyway!

The woman giggled maliciously:

- You're wrong! The Fuhrer is invincible, and you still have a lot to tell us!

Seryozhka was taken out into the snow in just his white shorts. His bare feet were pricked by the cold and slippery surface with its icy crust, and a cold breeze walked along the skinny boy's bare ribs, sticking out like the bars of a basket, tickling unpleasantly. The boy began to shake not only from the cold, but also from fear. He seemed so helpless and pitiful. The woman walked behind him, and the snow crunched under her boots.

Seryozhka involuntarily rubbed his cold, slightly rough soles and tried to quicken his pace. But his hands, tied behind him with a rope, involuntarily twitched. The boy stopped. Buckets of ice water had already been prepared in advance, a huge bunch of fresh rods. There was a roughly carved rack, a fire burning, on which tongs were warming themselves, and a disgustingly grinning executioner. A heartless kat, preparing for a thorough interrogation.

Seryozhka stepped back and closed his eyes. The child scout became scared - would they really start torturing him like this, right in the cold?

But it looks like that's exactly how it will be, and they will torture him publicly - here they are driving a crowd to the parade. The German guards are shouting menacingly. A Russian, fair-haired boy, is desperately trying to stop shivering, the frost is already burning his heels, but despite the cold, sweat is running down the boy's thin but sinewy body.

The woman meanwhile took a cigarette case and a lighter out of her pocket. She slowly lit it, and then suddenly thrust the burning cigarette under the boy's sharp shoulder blade.

Seryozhka involuntarily screamed and received a fist to the nose. A weak juice flowed out. And the snake woman hissed:

- Tell us quickly, where else is your contact, what is the password for the underground?

The boy shouted at the top of his lungs:

- I still won't tell you anything! I'll never tell you!

The woman ordered harshly:

- Then put him on the rack!

Seryozhka's hands were already tied behind his back, and the executioner's assistant roughly pushed the boy. Several Hungarian women sympathetically squealed in their own language:

- Oh! Oh! He's just a child!

- Completely naked in the cold...

- Are they really going to torture him?

Seryozhka did not know Hungarian, but he had learned to understand German quite well - otherwise, what kind of a scout is he if he does not know the language of a potential enemy! But he, of course, hid this from the invaders and tried to seem stupid, yes. One of the executioner's short assistants knocked off the mask and was forced to take it off. Seryozhka whistled in surprise. Still a girl, with light red hair braided into thin pigtails, found herself in the carnivorous team.

The young German woman, catching the boy's gaze, stuck out her tongue and hissed in German:

- I'm strong! I'll break and rip out your bones with hot pliers!

Seryozhka glanced at the tongs and turned pale. If the small flame of a cigarette made the bare skin under his shoulder blade ache so painfully and disgustingly, what would happen when the red iron smelling of hell touched his body?

The female officer ordered in a barking tone:

- Hang the boy on the rack!

The executioner girl, without putting on a mask, very deftly threw a hook onto the strong rope that tied the young scout's hands. Another, more massive, black-masked assistant of the executioner, with the help of a rotating device pulled the chain to which the hook was attached.

Flexible as an acrobat, Seryozhka felt almost no pain when his arms shot up and his shoulders twisted on the rack. Of course, the scout had a lot of experience climbing through vents, up chimney pipes, and even took lessons from circus performers. However, the executioner's assistant, showing her un-girlish strength, deftly threw the stocks onto the boy's bare feet and firmly snapped the locks.

Judging by her grimace, despite her dexterity, it was hard to put on the block, and pain shot through the shoulders and ligaments of the boy, whose weight had more than doubled. Now the real torture began.

A young nurse in a white coat and rubber gloves went to the boy scout. She put her hand in front of the boy's heart and listened to his pulse, then smiling with a savage joy said:

- He has a very strong heart, he can endure a lot!

The female officer hissed in Russian:

- Tell me the password!

Seryozhka, remembering the boy Kibalchich, whom the bourgeoisie probably also crucified naked on the rack and demanded that he reveal the most important secret, added courage to himself. Strangely enough, real pain suppressed fear and gave him the strength to resist Hitler's abomination.

The young scout exclaimed:

- I won't tell you anything! And Hitler will be dared and impaled!

The woman, who had been present at interrogations many times before and had completely lost all semblance of conscience and pity, laconically ordered:

- Hit!

A young girl took on the task of beating the boy. She is probably an expert in flogging numerous underage captives. She is capable of causing pain, but at the same time not flogging to death and not allowing him to dive from the hell of torture into the paradise of total "blackout" of consciousness.

The blows fell on Seryozhka's thin but sinewy back, biting him like a swarm of shoulders.

It was painful, but the boy, breathing heavily and opening his mouth, did not scream in pain. He imagined this as the real battle in which Malchish-Kibalchish takes part. In place of Malchish-Kibalchish, he fights and commands - Seryozhka. Only they fight not with White Army soldiers, but with real fascists.

Here come the terrifying German Tigers, machines whose very appearance is extremely terrifying. But now they look like cardboard and you're hacking at them with a saber!

The female officer, seeing that the boy, despite his open eyes, was practically not reacting to the blows, harshly ordered:

- And now the brazier!

The girl-tormentor jumped up to the brazier and took a jar of olive oil from her drawer. Then she ran up to the boy, and, grimacing in contempt, began to smear the boy's hard soles of his feet, which had not yet softened after the barefoot summer.

Seryozhka even felt pleased when warm girlish hands and heated oil touched his frozen, bare feet. The boy grunted contentedly, but the merciless executioner girl showed him her fist and said in broken Russian:

- We'll fry your heels, boy! You'll howl like a wolf!

Seryozhka remembered a movie he had seen in a movie theater just before the war: "Treasure Island." There, a girl dressed as a cabin boy was also threatened with having her heels fried. This meant something painful and apparently bad. Then, out of curiosity, Seryozhka lit a candle and brought his round, childish heel to the flame.

How he screamed then in a voice that wasn't his own! It really was very painful and a crimson blister swelled on his heel, which was impossible to stand on. So the boy was forced to walk on his right foot on his toes for some time. The blister, however, quickly went away, but the memories remained.

In the fall, when the boy's feet had become rough and calloused, Sergey tried to run on coals. Some Romanian boys could do that. However, it still burned him - apparently they had their own local secrets. But on broken glass, calloused soles could, if they distributed their weight evenly. Not to mention running on sharp mountain rocks. This was almost the norm for Seryozhka.

The memories distracted me from the moment when a small fire flared up under my feet. This method of torture is to fry bare heels, slowly but painfully for a long time. And the oil does not allow the thick, rough skin of the soles to burn. And it really is so painful and most importantly the pain gradually increases, to the point of unbearable.

Seryozhka's back, sides, buttocks, and even his legs from behind were already striped to bloody stripes. But the pain was somehow dulled. Maybe the combination of several sufferings dulled it, or the memories of the tortured pioneer heroes gave him courage.

But it is a fact that in real history, few of the children who were captured by the Nazis cracked and gave away secrets during interrogation. Adults were cracked under torture faster and more often. So the unbending pioneers in the Nazi dungeons are not a myth at all!

At first Seryozhka felt a pleasant warmth in his soles, but then it began to burn, as if boiling water had poured down. The pain was very burning and the boy scout desperately pulled his legs up, lifting the heavy block that cut his ankles with its steel ends. Then the girl torturer, apparently expecting something similar from the captive, plopped a heavy log on the block. A sharp pain pierced his joints, ligaments and shoulders, causing the boy to scream.

Now the torture intensified, hands were literally torn out, and legs were burned. Sergey Panteleev had read more than once how partisans were tortured during interrogations and, at the most difficult moment, loss of consciousness came to the rescue. And then you fall through, like a deep dungeon.

But Seryozhka was distinguished by his very strong head and the fact that he did not lose his composure, even when he got hit hard on the head. And the executioners, probably professionals, know how to torture.

It was very painful, and then the female officer herself decided to have some fun. They handed her a crowbar heated in the flame, and she began to cauterize the most sensitive places on the boy's sinewy body.

And then, in order to contain the screams, Seryozhka, like a true pioneer hero, began to sing;

We will protect you, my native land,

The boundless expanses of the Fatherland,

The Russian people are united with the party -

Frost draws patterns on the window!


For me a red tie is a scarlet banner,

He was tied to pride and conscience!

We were marching in formation in the hot summer,

The fire illuminates autumn like ruby!


But the Wehrmacht suddenly struck like a sledgehammer,

Soviet soldier, you cannot bear the shame!

We'll make things very hot for the fascists,

And put that filthy Hitler on a stake!


We pioneers are all united in the ranks,

Fighting for the Fatherland is our goal!

The soldier of Rus' is invincible in battles,

And whoever is a Nazi, in essence, is just a stump!


You know, we went to the front at the call of our hearts,

Even though they didn't want to let the boys in,

But we can"t sit, we"re locked up on the desk,

Only at the front will you get a solid A!


Even though our troops are retreating under fire,

But we believe that the Wehrmacht will be defeated!

Our troops are melting like icicles,

But God knows, He has pronounced judgment on the Reich!


The girl fights barefoot,

The boys tore off all their noses,

The young country of the Soviets is blossoming,

And we, in essence, are knight-eagles!

The boy scout sang, and the pain retreated, neither the brazier nor the hot metal bothered him, and it even seemed like huge eagle wings were spreading out behind his back.

The girl torturer, in frustration, snatched a whip made of steel and barbed wire that had been heated over the fire and began to beat the boy on his already bloody and broken back.

But Seryozhka sang with more and more enthusiasm;

We will fight Nazism to the end,

Since there are no more important matters for Russians,

A scarlet bird soars above the world,

Our dear nightingale has become a hawk!


The mother is young, but already gray-haired,

From the icons the faces of saints shine like gloss,

You are my dear homeland,

I'm ready to fight to the death for you!


The hunt to hoist the hellish Reich on the yardarm,

The machine gun was captured by ingenuity,

And the fighter is inspired by a high goal,

He picked up a grenade and went towards the tank!


Just a boy, and there's slush under his feet,

There is already frost in the morning, but you are barefoot,

But it is not proper for pioneers to cry,

Who is a coward already lies under Satan!


Therefore there is no place for idleness,

It will only lead to the hell of the abyss,

Another exclaimed: I do not accept fear,

The plane cut through the sky with its jet!


Yes, the boy envies the pilots,

They fly in the sky - they strike the darkness...

And you only have a rusty rifle,

You are a snot-nosed Octobrist commander!


But there is such a word - you have to fight,

There is no other choice, no way,

We were simple children once,

But warriors, for now, the villain is alive!


Already near Moscow the evil Wehrmacht is firing cannons,

The earth shakes from the big bombs - darkness!

You describe the pain of the earth - wise Pushkin,

Came to Earth - merciless fear!


When the frost drives in needles - in the heat of summer,

We invigorate ourselves with a soft, wonderful vision,

How good it was for us in the hour of dawn's dream,

We ran barefoot, through emerald grass!


Let the snow under the bare sole of a child,

But Stalin warms the pioneer with his faith!

And the laughter in response was very loud,

That retreat in the fury of the blizzard!


So, know that the reptile-cat is waiting for Mammon,

Let's put an end to the power, the prodigal adversary -

Now the earth is shaking from the thunder,

And the sky was covered with cast-iron darkness!


The frost did not break us, because our spirit is hot,

And he gave the Fritzes' ears a severe frostbite...

But anyone who is truly sighted can see,

Why are we soldiers mowing this rubbish?


The German executioners torturing Seryozhka Panteleyev literally had their eyes bulging from the effort. The girl-torturer was flushed like a lobster, and beads of turbid sweat were trickling down her pretty, but distorted by frenzied anger, face. The Hitlerite executioners were powerless before the child's courage and his heroic song.

From Moscow the path to the success of Stalingrad,

They are still kids, but their minds are already grown up,

Before the fight we sit - a young couple,

They cast a shadow over us, the pines are in scorch!


Well, what do we believe in the power of change?

That the Volga will become a grave for all the Fritzes...

What an abomination of technotronic Sodom,

Thrown into Tartarus by Soviet force!


Our God is not an idol made of simple plaster,

Lenin's precepts lead to success,

We have to fight the steel horde,

The exploits will be glorified in poems!


Know that a song cuts steel more accurately than metal,

She is the most unstrung eagle!

I pray that our courage will not be wasted,

So as not to confuse, it"s nonsense and fiction!


After all, there are many temptations in this world,

Sometimes I'm even afraid for my young life...

But if the enemy is at your doorstep,

There is no way to avoid hand-to-hand combat!


The cauldron near Stalingrad is tightly closed,

Oh Volga, which ran along the battle...

It is impossible to complete this institute by correspondence,

Needed to fuse spirit and deprivation!


Let us come, even with sorrow, to the end in May,

No one has ever seen Slavs submissive to captivity,

We will win, I know it for sure,

Let us walk and sing in the spacious meadows!


But the Wehrmacht broke down - we are on the attack,

It was also very scary near Kursk...

The Cossacks boldly with a saber and in a papakha,

They rushed at the Tiger, the beaten Fritz bravely!


We fought there, as pioneers should,

They threw bombs, tracks into the spray...

Although it"s hard, with the shells it"s straining,

Our thoughts became only about triumph!


What the Tiger did was just shed its fangs,

We also skinned the Panther...

We approach the Dnieper - fiery autumn,

When will you and I be in Berlin?


There is no place in slavery - no paradise,

Since it is shameful for Russians to bend their backs,

To blossom, to be eternally well-fed, to be white on the edge,


Raise noble descendants!

Here is Kyiv, a symbol of our unity,

We stormed it barefoot!

For the glory of peace, in the Sun of Communism,


Let's go, we're attacking the Wehrmacht, guys!

And in Minsk, taken, they joined the Komsomol,

Although a year was definitely not enough,

But we beat the Fritzes so furiously,


That everyone recognized - we are soldiers of Rus'!

And if necessary, we rule the mountains,

Science will give you power that cannot be measured,

It was hard for us, we were freezing, we were hungry,

But do not succumb to poisonous laziness!


Yes, many of ours did not return from the battle,

There are miles left, and miles of corpses,

But know that in Berlin we meet youth,

The elders' wives were wailing over the grave!


We gave it to the enemies well,

Such boundless power was broken,

Communism opened up holy horizons for us,

Show the way for Mother Russia!

These are the events that took place in the rear of the occupied territories.

The new year of one thousand nine hundred and fifty-seven has arrived. Winter was coming and everything was calm except the sky. Well, and the guerrilla war.

There were many different events here. For example, Oksana. Despite the snow, she only walks barefoot and in a short dress. This is how this charming blonde keeps in great shape. More than fifteen years have passed since the beginning of the war, and she has only become prettier in this time. Her figure is slender, strong, muscular, and her face is tanned, smooth, although she is already thirty-five. And she still looks like a girl. Although her features, it must be said, have become more mature and severe, and her chin is masculine.

So, wandering through the snowdrifts, together with a team of girls and teenagers, many of whom were also barefoot, and looking for a place for an ambush where they could catch the Nazis, the girl plunged into memories.

The events were imprinted in her memory as vividly as if they had happened yesterday.

The girl has a very combative build. She had to leave Western Ukraine back in 1941.

Almost immediately her shoes broke, not suitable for long walks on rocky roads. And walking barefoot, for a city teenager, is very painful. And the terrain is harsh. The roads are rocky, and they hurt tender, girlish feet. It is a little easier to walk through the forest.

But still, barefoot, every bump, every twig, every lump is felt. And it hurts the girl's bare feet very much.

Oksana had hurt her feet so much that every step literally exploded with pain. And the girl's bare soles were bleeding, and this was real torture.

But the young Komsomol member gritted her teeth and struggled. She was still a teenager, and she needed courage.

In Soviet times, there was a shortage of footwear. Especially summer footwear for children. But Oksana is from a party worker's family, and she was not allowed to run around barefoot, so as not to be mistaken for a poor girl. And in those days, children had a shortage of footwear and usually showed off their bare heels in the summer. And in Ukraine, this is even nice.

Oksana greatly regretted that her feet had not become rough. That she was born into such a rich family that she almost never ran barefoot, unlike other children.

Besides, she was also tormented by hunger. The only food in the forest was berries. And they do not satisfy hunger.

The girl somehow made it to the haystack.

She slept on it. And in the morning she was called out.

Oksana was no longer walking alone. She had a boy named Kesha with her. A pioneer, and quite plump. His sandals were more durable, and the boy often ran barefoot. So he gave them to Oksana.

The boy himself is more accustomed to going without shoes and it is easier for him. Oksana, who is a Komsomol member and almost a grown woman, about sixteen years old, wears pioneer sandals, a little tight. It is also very painful to walk in them with bruised feet.

But Oksana, gritting her teeth, moved and breathed heavily, limping on both feet. In sandals it was still a little easier. Kesha ran ahead every now and then, and then returned to her. His dirty, childish heels were calloused and quite hard. And they quickly became even harder.

Oksana, a rather plump girl, was losing weight quickly. They actually went into a village and begged for some bread and milk. And then they walked again. When the girl's soles healed a little, she took off her sandals, which were rubbing a lot, and went barefoot again. This time, the soles became rougher and it was not so painful. Kesha, from poor nutrition and constant physical activity, also lost a lot of weight, and his hair became golden from the sun.

But this way he even seemed more beautiful.

Oksana was also pleased, as she considered herself a fat woman and had a strong complex about it. Girls generally want to be slim. But they had such a skilled cook in their service, who cooked so deliciously and variedly that it was simply impossible to resist.

And now she became slim, and she liked it. And her legs, which constantly ached from the load, became stronger, and the pain dulled. And the soles quickly became hard at a young age. And it was no longer painful for her feet to walk through the forest. Only her calves ached a lot by the end of the day and at night. But in the morning you warm up and the pain in your calves dulls.

Oksana thought that Gerda probably had the same feelings. How she walked barefoot along the rocky roads, and looked for Kai. And it probably hurt her at first, but then the girl got used to it.

Keshka lost weight from the deprivations, but only became faster from this. And they were already doing part of the journey on the roads.

The front was quickly moving east. Plus, they got lost in the forests during the first few days and lost time. So they had to walk for a very long time, and only after a month and a half of marching did they approach Kyiv.

Oksana did not wear sandals, but she did not throw them away. Shoes were worth their weight in gold during the war. Especially children's. Although they were so used to barefoot that Oksana even refused to wear the boots given to her. So she showed off her graceful, bare, round, girlish heels until the frost. And then she got used to it and even ran without shoes in the frost. It can even be said that it is pleasant when your feet are calloused, hard, touching the icy surface and feeling a pleasant coolness. It makes you want to laugh and sing.

This is how the partisan war went on in the Soviet land. Winter ended, and in March the Soviet troops attempted to attack near Tula. But they did not achieve much success. And they retreated to their original positions.

Moscow was very badly damaged by shelling and bombing. The Kremlin is in ruins. This is a truly destructive hurricane. And they are striking the capital of the USSR without mercy.

Even including missiles, even though it is expensive.

And in April, the fascists rolled out a special cannon. It has an initial projectile velocity of three thousand five hundred meters per second, with sequential heating and a caliber of one thousand millimeters. And it hits up to five hundred kilometers. True, there are problems with accuracy, and it cannot hit close targets. But it hits hard. And it can literally shoot into space. This cannon is like something out of Jules Verne. It just doesn't reach the moon. But maybe it will soon.

In May, the Third Reich had already launched a satellite into near-earth orbit. And this is also a real situation. But neither the USA, nor the Third Reich, nor the USSR have been able to make an atomic bomb. And this reduces the number of victims. It is already May, but the fascists are in no hurry to advance. They are bombing. They have the upper hand in the sky.

And in June, Trump reached the figure of sixty thousand downed planes. And he was awarded: the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross of the Silver Cross of the Iron Cross with gold oak leaves, swords and diamonds. Now this is Trump - a real monster and superman. Try to resist him - he will wipe everyone out. Not a man, but a demon. If he starts to misbehave, you will not know what to do.

And he's playing around all the time without a break. And let's just say it's cool. And the fights continue in full swing.

In the summer, they finally sent Arab infantry and tanks into the attack and things became scary.

Aurora is also shooting... The girls are in full swing.

And of course, using flamethrowers is a sweet thing. And the warriors will take hold and start burning the soldiers of the Hitlerite empire.

The Chinese, however, are not known for their kindness. In particular, they captured a Komsomol girl. So they first stripped the beauty naked. Then they hoisted the girl onto the rack. So naked, beautiful, muscular.

They lifted her higher, so that the girl's ligaments creaked. And then they let her go. The girl fell down, and right at the floor the rope tightened, twisting her joints. The Komsomol member took it and gasped in pain.

And the fascist executioners laughed. And again they began to lift the naked girl up. And again the rope creaked and tightened. It was extremely grotesque. And then they lifted her higher and let her go again. And the girl collapsed again. And right at the floor the rope tightened to the limit. This time the Komsomol member could not stand it and screamed from the terrible pain.

And the Hitlerite executioners - so-so laugh. And they lift the girl up for the third time.

This is a kind of torture - a kind of shaking. It is very painful and excruciating - a cruel impact, so to speak. After the third shaking, the Komsomol member lost consciousness.

Then they burned her bare heel with a hot crowbar, and the girl came to her senses.

Then the torture continued. And her bare feet were clamped in stocks and secured in locks, and heavy weights were hung on hooks, stretching the girl's body.

Then they beat her with red-hot barbed wire on her sides, back and chest. They made a fire under the girl's bare feet and roasted her bare heels. Then red-hot pincers broke the Komsomol member's toes. And then they used electricity. That's how they tortured the girl.

And they didn't even ask questions - they just tortured and tormented. But they didn't achieve anything.

At the end, they put electrodes to her womb and passed such a discharge that the girl even started smoking. And from the pain shock she finally fell into a coma.

After which, practically dead, she was thrown into the oven for disposal.

This is how Hitler's soldiers acted. They knew no pity for themselves or others.

Alice and Angelica, two female snipers, fired their rifles so intensely that their index fingers swelled. How there are so many fascists of all stripes and they are pressing.

Alice noted, wincing in pain:

- Well, they're crawling! They're just locusts! And they don't spare people like that - it's horrible!

Angelica noted:

- Asianism! But we must hold on!

The girls started shooting rifles using their bare toes. They did it very energetically. They stole great stuff. And shooting with your feet is lovely.

Angelica in this couple is a red-haired girl and quite tall, large and muscular. She loved men and she liked the process of making love. Although she did not recognize constancy. She liked sex, but did not know the concept of love.

But Alice is still a virgin and a very romantic person, and at the same time a natural blonde. And not as big as Angelica. But she shoots phenomenally accurately.

True, her skills are not really needed now, when the fascists are rushing like an avalanche and do not care about losses. Simply amazing contempt for the value of human life. They keep attacking and attacking. And it seems that their human reserves are inexhaustible. True, not even a month has passed since the beginning of the big offensive, and the question is how long will the army of Hitler and the USA and Britain last with such colossal losses?

Alice noted with a sigh:

- We are not surgeons, but butchers!

Angelica noted:

- Yes, I would prefer to fight with the Germans than with the Allies! With the former, you have to think more and require subtle calculation!

And the girl pressed the trigger again with her bare toes. Their rifles had become so hot, when sweat dripped onto the barrel, it literally hissed.

Alice chirped:

Two thousand years of war,

War without rational reasons...

Satan has broken loose from his chains,

And death came with him!

After which the girl kicked with her bare heel and a pea of death, colossal, lethal power. And it trivially scattered everyone in all directions.

But the summer attack fizzled out. And August, if you don't count the air battles, passed quietly. Then in September the allies began an invasion through Iran into Central Asia. So as to stretch the USSR reserves and seize new lands. And they managed to seize most of Turkmenistan and encircle Ashgabat. But the front line there was stabilized at the end of October. November came. Isolated counterattacks by Soviet troops, and air strikes. In general, without significant changes. December turned out to be completely quiet, both sides were saving their strength.

And so came January of 1958. The war dragged on until it was exhausted, but no one offered peace. And the battle continued. Even if with less intensity.

. CHAPTER #13.

The teenagers, it must be said, got carried away with the game beyond all measure. But they didn't want to stop. They liked it. But they still took and changed the game.

But then the virtual game of the terminator girls ended. And they jumped up and slapped their bare, chiseled, tanned feet. Then they sang:

And the battle continues again,

The fire of hyperplasm is boiling...

And Lenin is so young,

Strike with swords!

And now the entertainment break is over. Warships are approaching from both sides. Perhaps a battle will break out between the swallowtails and the human girls, with a few elves.

The starships of both humans and swallowtails are very similar in silhouette - like deep-sea fish - very streamlined. And studded with gun barrels and emitters of all kinds.

And that's cool. Swallowtails are very beautiful. They have multi-colored wings, as if strewn with gems. And girls really fall in love with the males of this race.

And many dream of being raped by these beautiful, glamorous butterflies.

But not everyone has such happiness. It is not always possible to get a whole cascade of orgasms.

Here come the largest starships: flagship grand battleships. They move like blue whales. And such colossal power is hidden within them.

The girls are running around the decks, flashing their bare feet, pink, round heels. These girls are just super. And no one can stop them. Unless, of course, they themselves pounce on the swallowtail. And that will be great. The girls here are super.

Natasha with blue hair jumps up and spins. The thrill of the fight awaits her.

There are many different ships here. And they are moving like an avalanche against an avalanche.

Zoya took it and chirped:

- We will boldly go into battle,

For the power of beauties...

We'll squeeze all the males like that,

There will be no drunks!

Starships include grand battleships, battleships, grand cruisers, cruisers, battleships, dreadnoughts, and others.

The battle begins with missiles launched from a distance. They fly in an inclined arc, threatening to hit enemy vehicles. And explode with colossal destructive force.

When a thermopreon ratheta explodes, it is the energy of a hundred trillion atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima. But the protection kicks in. And the colossal, destructive flows are reflected.

But the starships are still shaking. Some single-seat vehicles that find themselves outside the force fields burn up on both sides.

One of the girls got a burn on her bare feet, with the graceful curve of the soles, and howled.

The elf, a beautiful young man, consoled her and began to lick the girl's bare, pink heel with his tongue like a dog. And it looked great.

The girl smiled and ran her hand through the elf's lush hair. They were beautiful, of course, but their faces were too tender and beardless. Their faces looked like children's. The elves' bodies were indeed muscular, but they were also hairless, and their skin even shone like bronze.

The male elves are beautiful, but too girlishly beautiful. And there are also female elves, twelve times more of them than elves.

How warrior girls suffer from a lack of men. One consolation - robot gigolos.

Now one of the marshals somehow tore herself away from the gigolo. Moreover, the robot had a beard. And this, unlike the elf, is so cool.

Now that's really cool.

The girl marshal hit the enemy. And pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple.

This is fun. And around you can see the stars - very colorful, also all the colors of the rainbow, and between them are planets. The girls try to avoid casualties among the civilian population. The warriors here are simply extraordinary beauties.

And so Natasha and Zoya took it and dug their bare heels in and smashed the swallowtail ship. These are the girls who are so incredibly cool.

Natasha sang:

- In battle, girls fight barefoot,

The elements are raging, the elements are raging!

Zoya giggled and noted:

- We are rushing to board,

And the whole crew stood on all fours!

These girls are truly top notch.

Aurora and Svetlana deploy another cannon. And spit out a charge of destructive ultra-hyperplasm. And it hits like hell.

These girls will start whistling.

And somewhere the flagship's lethal cannon reacted, and a magoplasma blob emerged. It fell upon the cruiser and aggressively lassoed it. It tried to twitch, but the magoplasma was quicker.

This is great. And the girls stomp their bare, tanned feet.

They are almost naked, so the spacesuits are transparent and do not hide the beauty, relief, and muscular bodies of the girls. And it is so amazingly great.

Aurora narrowed her eyes and sang:

- Glory to the girls, glory,

The ships are rushing forward...

Space power,

We were able to create a new world!

Svetlana giggled and noted:

- We can do everything!

And she pressed the joystick button with her ruby nipple.

And again she released something lethal and destructive.

Alfmir, a handsome boyish elf, fights with wild fury. And he turns his single-seater fighter around and gets on the tail of the swallowtail machine. What a fight.

The elf boy squeaks:

- I am the strongest warrior in the world,

I'll kill everyone, I'll trample everyone...

I shoot like targets at a shooting range,

And I'll make the girl rich!

This is such a fighting and handsome boy. Although he is over three hundred years old... These elves.

And the elf girls also fight in single-seat fighters. And they are also barefoot, in bikinis like human girls, or transparent spacesuits. And let's say it's great!

Alfmir winks at the girl and squeaks:

- To new victories!

The orange-haired elf dodges the swallowtail's shot and squeals:

- And we are born to win!

The warrior opens fire in response with her bare toes, her graceful feet. What a girl.

How many girls are there, who are very appetizing and shapely. And of course barefoot, and bare, pink heels cause excitement in males from the empire of swallowtails. And the girls have full breasts, and their nipples are like strawberries.

Alfmir licked such boobs many times. Girls even asked him to do it. And it's even sweeter than ice cream.

Alfmir loved girls and made love to them many times a day, and it was tiring.

The young elf apparently dodged the shot and cut down the swallowtail. He did it very cleverly. And then he chirped:

- Glory to the earth, girls and elves are one family!

Like supernovas, the explosions of thermopreon rockets flared up. They literally split the vacuum and made it shake from destruction and total burning of many dimensions.

One of the grand battleships received several hits, with large-caliber missiles. The mobile towers of the launchers were crushed. The girls screamed and ran away from the fire. The tongues of ultra-flame licked the girls' bare, round, pink heels. And it looked very cool.

The girl with bare muscular legs got severe burns. The young elf immediately knelt down and began to lick her bare, burnt soles. And he did it with great enthusiasm.

This was so extremely cool for an apparently young male. In general, elves love individuals of the opposite sex very much. Although there are twelve times more female elves than elves, and representatives of the beautiful human sex, more than male elves by thirty thousand times!

So the glamorous people have a lot of work. And they also have to fight and have fun. A big load on the males. Which is both joy and hassle at the same time.

When a thermopreon rocket is triggered, waves of colossal energy are released. And hyperphotons, and hypergravation. Very dangerous ultragravitons, and even more so hypergravitons. And all this literally shakes the entire space.

And from the blows of hypergravity, smaller ships capsize and break.

The human empire's brigantines attacked the swallowtail frigate. They acted very energetically. And at the same time they really stretched the front, and pulled back part of one and a half dimensions, exposing the side. And they hit it with a hyperlaser cannon. Now that's really cool.

The girl Alice, the commander of the brigantine, took and pressed the button with her scarlet nipple and sang:

- Glory to our great Fatherland,

Our country will be brighter than a quasar...

Let the wild crowd attack,

We crush with a big blow!

The girl Angelica giggled and sang, tapping with her bare toes:

Slava is a girl with beautiful breasts,

We'll beat the guys with thorns...

For the sake of the great collective,

Let the strong thread not be broken!

These are girls. They shine with beauty. It's even a pity when such girls die in battle. And the girls' bodies are very muscular and sculpted. And you want to make love to someone like them.

Commander-in-Chief of the Earth Army, Hypermarshal Gerda, a charming blonde with a very athletic figure. She is in a transparent spacesuit that does not hide the muscular charms of a beauty. This is truly a girl - of the highest class.

Gerda bares her large tiger-like teeth, and her fangs are sharpened. She is a tall woman, with broad shoulders and muscles like steel wire. This is a real hypermarshal.

And she'll just press the joystick buttons with her bare toes. And the destructive launcher of the flagship's grand battleship will go off. Now that's a real chick. Capable of both crushing and winning. Even tyrannosaurs wouldn't be afraid of such a chick, let alone swallowtails.

Gerda gives the order:

- Outflank the carnivorous butterflies!

Charlotte, this red-haired girl ultramarshal hissed:

- We'll do it there!

And she pressed her bare heel on the trigger. Now that's a girl. And her hair is copper-red, and very hot. And at the same time, she's also large, healthy, muscular. And her muscles are sculpted, like cast steel. Now that's a girl of the highest level of combat.

Charlotte watched the battlefield carefully. The battle was fought in three dimensions. The troops kept shifting, trying to get out over the top, and through them, or to come in from the right and left.

The Swallowtails also tried to maneuver. Their large starships were the size of a decent asteroid. And they also tried to push back and split the front of the fair sex.

Gerda commanded:

- Launch the kamikaze drones!

Christina, another beautiful ultramarshal, chirped:

- We use an aggressive approach!

Drone-kamikazes are small in size, but carry mini-thermoquark charges. And some carry an incendiary mixture of hyper-multiplasm. And this is a very serious weapon.

Christina is a very beautiful girl. Her hair is a mixture of red and gold. She loves making love to elves. And she thinks it's extremely cool.

But her teeth are big and have fangs. So try to approach such a girl.

Christina sings:

- Butterflies fly, butterflies,

Our behavior doesn't matter!

If necessary, I will crush my enemies,

So that there are no fools!

Magda, another ultramarshal, suggested:

- Maybe use molecular drones?

Gerda smiled:

- Let the force fields discharge! And then we will start hitting the enemy with drones!

Charlotte giggled and sang:

- We will boldly go into battle,

For the power of girls...

We will defeat the winged ones,

Our voice is loud!

And the red-haired warrior just burst out laughing. Now that was a really cool and beautiful woman.

Magda has honey blonde hair. He, like the other girls in the commander's four, has very defined and developed muscles. And she also has large fangs in her mouth. Now that's a girl.

The members of the four are quite old. They are eternally young, but still mortal. If they do not die in battle, the girls die in their sleep after a thousand years. They have not yet achieved absolute immortality. But sooner or later, this will happen.

Despite their carnivorous appearance, they really love having sex with elves, and it energizes them.

Magda noted, firing at the enemy, pressing the strawberry nipple:

- We need to strengthen our group on the right flank.

And she winked at her partners.

And now additional forces enter the battle. Starships that look like sharp daggers rush into battle. And they are so shiny and sparkling. Capable of spewing streams of aggressive hypergravity. This is truly an irresistible force.

Here are the dagger-ships, under the command of beautiful girls with bare, round heels and breasts with nipples like buds of overripe poppies.

There are such beautiful girls here, you just go crazy over them.

Magda giggled. Her earrings were made of precious stones and sparkled on her ears - they were very beautiful.

The girl took it and cooed:

- In battle, the knights must demonstrate their talents,

A naked girl's best friend is diamonds!

And the ultra-marshal will shake his naked bust.

These are truly girls of cool impulse.

Gerda took it and sang, having first given the command by pressing a button using the ruby nipple of her breast:

Starships rush, above the clouds,

Rushing, a little like big eagles!

The girls can be dashing and fight beautifully,

The swallowtail won't be able to compete with them!

Charlotte, a red-haired beauty with fangs, sang:

And the swallowtails run away from us,

My heart feels anxious in my chest..

The wing of the starship sings about something,

There is a vast path ahead!

That's how the girls sing and they do it really well. And they bare their very sharp and biting teeth. If you get under one of these girls' bare heels, you'll get into trouble.

And here on the other side is our own four swallowtails. These are very beautiful creatures, but their faces are like golden masks. And you can't tell which is the male and which is the female. But they have patterns not only on their wings, but also on their bodies. And they themselves are in transparent spacesuits. These are truly glamorous creatures.

The hypermarshal, the chief commander of the empire of the swallowtails, rolls his eyes, which seem to consist of convex mirrors and are multi-colored. And sparkle like spotlights.

The hypermarshal and his retinue also watch the battlefield. More precisely, not the field, but a special space.

The Ultramarshal squeaked to him:

- Your Excellency, the enemy is clearly trying to take us into pincers!

The hypermarshal grinned and replied:

- I see a pathetic attempt by earthly females to squeeze us. But believe me, they won't succeed!

The Ultramarshal with the sapphire wings noted:

- But great people know how to fight! You have to keep your whiskers sharp with them!

At this moment, the flagship of the swallowtail empire's massive battleship, which had received many hits, was damaged and suddenly detonated its combat kit, and began to tear apart and break apart. And millions of intelligent butterflies were hit.

The hypermarshal yelled:

- Anti-pulsar!

The Ultramarshal agreed:

- Antiquasar!

And the swallowtails moved their antennae. And their wings flapped. And they were so big and massive.

The Ultramarshal male suggested:

- What if we use drones controlled by spirits in battle?

The hypermarshal nodded:

- It's high time to do this!

One of the female swallowtails sang:

Your soul aspired upward,

You will be born again with a dream...

But if you lived like a pig -

You'll remain a pig!

Airplanes piloted by disembodied spirits went into battle. They are lighter and smarter than the most advanced chips. And they are capable of creating problems. In general, science has proven that there is a soul. And not only in intelligent beings, but also in animals. But if the soul of intelligent beings of a higher order goes to a parallel universe, and continues its existence there, but in another body, then the souls of animals move into the bodies of other animals.

And they can be held, and even extracted. And then taught combat techniques. And so the ideal pilots are obtained - who weigh practically nothing, but at the same time are capable of showing a level higher than robots.

And now the battle is coming. And new fighters controlled by the souls of animals enter the battle. And they are dangerous for the girls - they are a threat.

But the warriors also have trump cards - these are combat kamikazes the size of a molecule, with hyperactive thermoquarks. And they really can be an adequate response to the new types of fighters.

Natasha aimed the weapon with her bare toes. And her partner Zoya, a honey blonde, took and inserted the gravity cassette combat charge. And released a multitude of destructive molecules of destruction and annihilation.

A cloud of mini-drones met the fighters controlled by the spirits of trained animals and attacked them. They immediately suffered serious damage. Annihilation collisions occurred.

And it was as if drops of rain were drilling into the armored surface of the cooler starships.

The glittering butterflies, when hit, burned trivially and their wings were broken. This was truly a fundamental fire.

Hypermarshal Gerda growled:

- That's it! That's it! The swallowtail will get it in the snout!

The battle was indeed developing in earnest. Smaller single-seat fighters with animal souls tried to settle the matter by ramming.

And they burned the enemy thoroughly. But in response, the girls from the human empire used magic.

Here one of them snapped her bare toes. Everything immediately sparkled and glowed. And waves of magoplasm passed.

Natasha laughed and stuck out her tongue:

- Now that's what we call shock!

Zoya also clicked her bare toes. She shook a wave of combat, cosmic magic and squeaked:

- This will be good!

Aurora winked and pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, releasing the gift of death and chirping:

- But the boy is going strong!

And she laughed after that.

And then Svetlana hit. The animals' souls panicked and ran away in fear from the magic. And their drones were already hitting the swallowtail ships. And the butterflies with reason were already falling into Panina. And they were behaving very emotionally.

Svetlana sang:

- Oh, to find a man,

So that he would beat my sides...

Only elves around,

The robot will be my friend!

These girls just started singing. And it looked really cool.

And when they fight barefoot, it's even better.

Charlotte, the red-haired ultramarshal, took it and chirped:

Maybe I offended someone in vain,

They hit the preon discharge here,

Now the smoke is pouring out, the earth is burning,

Where the swallowtails had their madhouse!

And the girl showed her long and sharp tongue. She is also a beauty. And she loves elves very much.

The front line began to bend. The beauties' starships, using combat magic and molecular drones, seized the initiative. And began to press from the right flank.

This was an exit and a combat approach.

Christina picked up, laughing:

- I am the strongest girl in the ability to work with my tongue!

And she moved it. And it's so long. This female is just super.

And her bare feet pressed the joystick button and gave the command to bring additional reserves into battle.

This is a really combative and aggressive girl. And her nipples are like rubies.

Magda, another beautiful ultramarshal, chirped:

-Love and death, good and evil,

What is holy, what is sinful,

It is not destined to be understood!

Love and death, good and evil,

And we are given only one choice!

And the girl pressed the joystick button with her scarlet nipple. And again the lethal force of the grand battleship worked.

The girls now tried to force the swallowtails into a more intense fight. They snapped back fiercely and stubbornly. And they tried to rebuild their positions. Now several grand battleships fired a synchronized salvo. And the grand cruiser of the human empire received critical damage. And it was urgently dragged to the rear so that it would not explode. The decks of the machine were burning, a fiery whirlwind was rushing along the corridors. Tongues of flame grabbed the girls by their bare, round heels. How these beauties screamed in wild pain.

That was great and beautiful.

The girl Anastasia got severe burns on her bare legs and sang:

The cruel executioner twisted my shoulders,

Whip, lashes, rack and kata at hand...

He wants to cripple the soul, the heart,

I fried the girl's heels barefoot!

This is how this magnificent and most beautiful girl sang. I must say, she was simply super.

And the girls' bare, pink heels are simply amazingly beautiful. No one can resist girls like them.

The girl Alla giggled and chirped, also getting burns, not only on her legs, but also on her chest:

A smile will make everyone feel better,

And to an elephant and even a small snail...

So let it be everywhere on Earth,

Like light bulbs, smiles meet!

This is where it really got so cool and bloody.

The warriors got burns, but became even more beautiful and sexy.

This was truly a fight between them - the swallowtails were pressing.

The girl Rose also fought and fired a gun, hitting a two-seater fighter of intelligent butterflies.

After which she sang:

- The anthem of my Motherland,

Glory to the great Fatherland...

How many white cranes are there in the sky,

We will build mansions of a better life!

These are really women - of the highest class and level. And if necessary, they will strike you with lightning bolts from their scarlet nipples.

The girl Sima also fights, and this time on a single-seat fighter. She fights the enemies stubbornly. And performs complex and twisting maneuvers.

The girl took it and sang:

- Glory to our beautiful Motherland,

The evil swallowtail attacks the earth...

Although the butterfly armada is dangerous,

All enemies will be defeated!

Elves also fight with zeal. Alfmir is a rare male in the universe. Girls try to protect him, including elven girls. But the young man is eager to fight. And here is another flanking maneuver and trick. And the fighter of the glamorous boy comes into the flank of the swallowtail machine. And shoots it down, causing it to burn.

Alfmir took it and sang:

- All people are on one planet,

We should always be friends...

Children should always laugh,

And live in a peaceful world,

Children should laugh,

Children should laugh,

Children should laugh,

And live in a peaceful world!

And the young man dodged the crushing blow of the missiles. That was great.

The elf Zora, who was fighting on the right hand of the young man, also set fire to the swallowtail's tail and sang:

- Glory to the glamorous people,

Elves are handsome and supermen...

Although the swallowtail is not ugly,

Let us all be united together!

And the elf was forced to torture, like the Olympic torch destroying the swallowtail.

These are girls who are beautiful and barefoot and almost naked. These are real beauties - just super.

And Alfmir barely keeps his thoughts from erotic fantasies. And elves have a wild imagination.

Try to fight with such people. But the elven women are very beautiful. They are somewhat thinner and more slender than muscular human women and have ears like lynxes.

Girls of the human race, often so muscular that the muscles under their skin roll like large balls. These are truly super beauties.

And if such a girl butts,

That will be no cake for the boy!

Elf Helga also fights with the confidence of a cobra, or maybe even a mongoose.

She releases murderous gifts of annihilation and sings:

- We are the strongest and most athletic,

The girls are very creative!

This is a really cool and very combative girl. And her bare, chiseled feet press the joystick buttons very confidently.

Elf Helga chirped:

They run along a crooked path,

Barefoot girls feet...

I'm tired of milking the cow,

I want to pick up a guy with love!

I'll climb as if on a horse,

And the child is waiting for me!

And the elf girls, fighting with the swallowtails, sang:

I got carried away, I got carried away!

I got carried away, I got carried away!

And the warriors sang again, baring their teeth:

I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant,

It's temporary! It's temporary!

This is how girls sing with bare, chiseled feet, and their radiant beauty and golden hair. Such beauties can, if necessary, move mountains. They are capable of fighting and loving at the same time, and they are very pretty.

The girl Veronica also fights in a single-seater fighter. She shoots down numerous swallowtail machines, or at least tries to shoot them down.

Very beautiful and sexy this warrior Veronica. She fights like a wind-up doll.

And the girl has very bright and thick, curly hair. She is such a wonderful and marvelous beauty.

And Veronica, having hit the car of the glamorous butterfly, took and sang:

How we lived, struggling,

Not afraid of the winged ones...

So from now on, may you and I live!

And the girl again switched her fighter into combat position and released a deadly gift of death.

And as it flares up, the flame hits the swallowtail cars.

The girls sang in chorus:

One, two, three! Tear the evil butterflies!

Four, eight, five! Let's go shoot the enemies!

. CHAPTER #14.

Here is the new year of one thousand nine hundred and fifty eight. A new tank T-55 appeared in the USSR. It is slightly more powerful than the T-54, the gun is 105 mm caliber versus 100, better armored, with a higher initial projectile velocity. And a little heavier with a more powerful engine. But the T-55 could not replace the T-54 even in real history, not to mention in the alternative. And while it is still only a project, it is the T-54 that actually works. And there are practically no T-34s left. The Nazis have the Panther-5 and Tiger-5 as their main two tanks, and in general they suit the Wehrmacht.

In the spring, active military actions on land were only in Central Asia. The coalition nevertheless took Ashgabat and broke into Uzbekistan and Tajikistan.

And so it was until May, when the front line stabilized. And in the center there were still minor skirmishes and exchanges of artillery strikes and combat clashes in the air.

In June, there was some kind of sluggish offensive, or rather imitation in the center. But in the north, where the USSR defense was not so strong, the coalition forces advanced in a couple of months one hundred and fifty kilometers deep into the Soviet defense, and occupied several small settlements. And the landing force also captured Novaya Zemlya. The situation became complicated. The Nazis advanced in the Vologda region. And there they had partial success.

But that was all for them. Summer passed and autumn came. Rains and fogs again... The USSR also got the IS-13, a machine generally not new, like the IS-10, but a little heavier, and better protected from the front and from 125-mm guns. Such was the change. Large tanks with a caliber of 203 mm did not take root. And the IS-7 was practically taken out of production. And in the fall it was quite calm. Only in Central Asia were there small shifts in the fronts. Well, and the aviation fought in the sky. So far without any special changes... And there are no special leaps in technology. The USSR MIG-15 is still the same... And the Germans ME-462 main machine. Well, the HE-462 is lighter and easier to produce.

The fascists also have the TA-283, which is not very common, and the ME-2100 with wings that change sweep. Also not common. And a large number of aircraft. Including the formidable TA-700. These are some serious machines. The USSR also has the Ya-28, a very fashionable aircraft, also in production. And it is very actively used.

In the Third Reich they still can't improve the flying discs. And in real history they were never launched into series by any country after the war. And in the alternative history they were tested, but nothing was really achieved. At least nothing practically useful and that could be useful in military affairs.

So for now we fought without nuclear weapons and in the old-fashioned way. Time goes on and on. Autumn has passed and winter is already here. The year one thousand nine hundred and fifty-nine is on the threshold. And events are happening. There is a lull on the fronts except for battles in the air, and on land there is a protracted, guerrilla war, with great ferocity.

December came... While bloody battles were going on at the front, a guerrilla war was unfolding in the rear. However, along with the guerrillas, there were policemen and traitors. The guerrilla Larisa Mikheenko was ambushed. The girl shot back, and then threw a grenade, hoping to take more enemies with her. But the grenade did not explode. The fascists seized Lara and took her to the commandant's office. There she was interrogated by SS Sturmbannführer Krause, the same one who had interrogated Andreyka earlier.

Krause looked at the girl. Lara was already quite tall, a teenage girl, with a figure already forming. Pretty, with copper-red hair that fell below her shoulders, a headscarf on her head. She was dressed rather poorly, wearing rough shoes with wooden soles, black, torn tights.

He looks at the fascist investigator directly and brazenly.

Krause asked quite clearly in Russian:

- Are you a partisan?

Since Lara was captured fighting, there was no point in denying. The girl boldly answered:

- Yes, a partisan!

Krause smiled carnivorously and asked:

- For what purpose did you come to the village?

The girl screamed, baring her teeth:

- To kill you bastards!

Krause frowned and remarked:

- Who else in the village is connected with the partisans?

Lara stuck out her tongue and replied cheekily:

- I won't tell!

Krause remarked with a sour expression:

- Then I will order you to be tortured!

Not a muscle moved on Lara's face. The girl shouted:

- I still won't say anything! My will is not broken!

Krause dryly ordered the two policemen sitting on the bench:

- Get started!

The tall policemen jumped up to the girl, tore off her headscarf and sheepskin coat. They grabbed her by her red hair. They bent her over. The mustachioed policeman took a whip from his belt and began to lash Lara across the back. The girl's face twisted, and the partisan bit her lip, trying not to utter a sound under the torture.

The policeman hit the girl on the back steadily and skillfully.

Krause winced in annoyance and ordered:

- Wire her!

The policeman stopped beating, went to the table. He took a bunch of wire in his hands, took out a knife and began to strip the wire. Krause smiled grimly and said softly:

- We will torture you very long and painfully, girl. We are in no hurry. Name the places, and we will not only relieve you of the pain, but also give you a cow and a thousand marks!

Lara shook her head and replied:

- I am ready to die for the Motherland! And the Red Army will defeat you anyway! And it will come here, and you will be hanged!

Krause smiled skeptically and said:

- We are close to Moscow, the Caucasus is already ours. Murmansk is taken. What can you oppose to us! Us, whose troops captured Australia, Africa, and divided Asia with Japan! We are invincible!

Lara sang in response:

- After all, from the taiga to the British seas, the Red Army is the strongest of all!

Krause yelled back:

- Shut her up! Hit her!

The policeman picked up a bunch of wire and lashed Lara across the back. The girl gasped, but bit her lip tighter.

Krause gave a stern command:

- Hit harder!

The policeman began to beat the girl with all his might, and another fascist accomplice held Lara by the hair more tightly. The blows tore the dress and blood flowed. Lara groaned, but growled:

- I won't tell!

Krause roared at the top of his lungs:

- Speak, bitch! Or you'll die!

Lara squealed:

- I won't tell!

The policeman beat her. Blood dripped from her broken dress. The girl whispered and moaned, screaming:

- I won't tell! May you be damned!

Lara's face turned very pale and she lost consciousness. Krause made a gesture. The policeman stopped beating. The other one let go of Lara's red hair and moved to the corner. There was a bucket with pieces of ice floating in it. The policemen poured water on the girl. Lara opened her eyes. Her girlish face became pale as death.

Krause jumped up to the girl, grabbed her by the hair, and croaked:

- Are you going to talk?

Lara gritted her teeth:

- No!

Krause let go of the girl's hair and croaked:

- Fry this girl's heels!

The policeman approached Lara and with a sharp movement tore off her shoes and stockings. The girl shuddered. Another fascist accomplice grabbed the young partisan by the arms. The mustachioed policeman took a lighter from his pocket and blazed with a red flame. Then he brought the flame to the girl's bare sole. Lara screamed and jerked. The policeman grabbed the girl by the leg and again brought the lighter to her round, pink heel. Lara gritted her teeth, but held back a scream. Her pale face turned crimson with pain.

The policeman skillfully moves the flame along the foot. Trying to fry the entire surface, but not burn it completely. The girl's soles were hard, the calluses had not yet had time to soften. Lara ran barefoot from frost to frost, and even for some time after the snow fell.

Krause, looking at the flawless, beautiful legs of an almost grown-up girl, felt a desire in himself. He even wanted not to rush with the extraction of information, but to torture and enjoy the torture of such a beautiful girl...

Krause ordered:

- Give me the other leg, and don't hurt it!

The policeman grinned very nastily and nodded:

- I already have experience! The torture can be repeated!

Lara began to twitch again, grinding her teeth. But she held back her screams, although her heavy breathing and the sweat running down her red face indicated that this was not easy for the girl.

Krause watched greedily, enjoying the pain the young partisan was experiencing. That's it... Will she scream or not? The girl's bare soles have many nerve endings, and the fire produces a terrible, incomparable pain. Lara feels blood on her tongue. It hurts her a lot. The girl tries to distract herself. She imagines that she is running along a hot beach. And that's not scary... Krause is not scary either. A pot-bellied, lousy fascist.

The Nazis must have made a covenant with dark supernatural forces, since they were able to conquer half the world, and a significant part of the USSR. However, not all is lost, since the capital Moscow is standing. And Stalingrad, judging by the latest news, is still holding out. As Levitan reported, the Red Army is holding Stalingrad, exhausting the enemy. The hopes of turning the tide of the war are connected with this city.

Lara forced her lips into a smile.

Von Krause slammed his fist on the table and roared:

- Take her away, tomorrow at dawn we"ll take her to be shot!

Lara was grabbed by the arms and dragged into the basement. The girl found the strength to shout:

- Death to the fascist executioners!

The police dragged him out, a woman in a white coat and dark glasses sitting in the corner asked the Sturmbannführer:

- And the girl will get off so cheaply?

Von Krause declared pompously:

- Her execution will be false! Let the girl tremble with fear before her inevitable death!

The woman in the white coat nodded and remarked:

- Stubborn girl, it would be a matter of honor for us to break her and make her confess!

Von Krause sighed heavily and remarked:

- Oddly enough, teenagers are the ones who stubbornly remain silent. Either a young organism has a higher pain threshold, or these brats do not understand the value of life.

The woman in dark glasses nodded:

- Rather, teenagers feel pain even more than adults. But the little hero lives in hearts. They believe in communist nonsense more strongly, and are more sincere in their courage. But we will put Lariska through hell, and we will conduct experiments of torture on her!

Krause grinned and, rubbing his hands, remarked:

- Yes, I love such experiments! It will be a real choice!

Lara was locked in a basement with other captive women behind an iron-clad door. The girl lay down on rotten straw, but her lacerated back ached terribly. Lara turned over onto her stomach. Her blistered soles were sore, and the girl pressed them against the cold wall.

It became a little easier, but Lara began to shiver. The women in the cell were also half-naked, barefoot. All of them were young, and three of them were girls no older than the young partisan. One of them, thin, with bruises on her face, covered Lara with a kerchief. Two women lay down on the girl's right and left sides, which made it a little warmer. The cell was not heated, but there were a lot of women, and they warmed the room with their bodies. The prisoners' shoes were taken off, many were beaten and their heels were burned. Everyone's feet were freezing, and in general, sitting in the cell was excruciating.

The straw was rotten, and water was dripping from the ceiling. The window was at the very top, and covered with a grate.

Lara sighed heavily. Tomorrow she would be shot. She didn't want to die at fourteen. However, they probably didn't want to go to the next world at another age either.

Will there be life after death? Or will it go to dust and nothingness lie ahead? It's like being lowered into a dark basement. Only you don't feel anything. No sound, no breath, no feelings, no light, no thoughts... Non-existence! It's scary! That's what atheists teach!

But recently the attitude towards the church has begun to change. People pray, and the patriarchy has been restored in Moscow, which means that God already exists...

In any case, communists are not so categorical in their assertion that there is no God. And according to religion, there is life after death. The soul remains, and then the resurrection of the dead. Then some go to eternal life, and others to eternal torment.

Lara visited the church, but she was carrying out a special mission for the partisans, and kept in touch. She was a pioneer, and was about to join the Komsomol. She managed to blow up a bridge with Germans, apparently killed someone. The girl herself did not know where she would be sent, if God exists, to heaven or hell. Maybe to heaven. She is young, a patriot of her country, fighting the fascists. And even a martyr, having gone through torture.

Lara closed her eyes and began to sink into a heavy sleep. Of course, when your back is cut to the point of bleeding from wires and your feet are covered in blisters, you can't sleep well.

Lara felt like she was floating on a ship, chained. The waves rocked the brigantine. The girl was in pain, her back ached, her stomach was pressed. The shackles chafed her legs. She was a convict. The Duke's daughter, sentenced to life imprisonment and sale into slavery. And she was being transported, chained and beaten, along with other captives. The ship was stormy, and Lara suffered from seasickness. And she felt so sick that she even felt sick. Then the whip burned her...

The partisan did not remember what happened next. In the morning, as soon as it was light, she was picked up and dragged into the yard. It was hard to walk on her burned feet, and only when she stepped onto the snow did the pain subside a little.

Lara was wearing only a tattered, torn dress, and she was shaking in the cold. The policeman made the girl lie down on the hay of the cart and covered her with a mat. The young partisan wrapped herself up more tightly and buried herself in the straw, trying to keep warm. Her bare, scorched feet were especially numb. Two Nazi soldiers sat down on the cart. Another car drove behind them. Lara sighed.

She has only minutes left to live. She will soon be shot.

The cart was driven by a policeman with a scarf. The Germans were riding dressed in sheepskin coats and felt boots. It was December and of course very cold. The car that was riding behind had spiked wheels and a machine gun. They wouldn't beat us off that easily.

Lara winced as the cart shook, her back cut with wire, very painful. The girl moaned and turned on her side. Horror... If the torture had continued, would she have lasted long?

And ahead is death. It seems so prickly and cold.

Then Lara saw a boy ahead. He was wearing a torn sheepskin coat and clumsy felt boots. Younger than Larisa. The girl recognized Mikolka and threw back the mat. The boy also recognized Lara. The girl was pale, her dress was torn and bloody, her legs were red from burns and cold. But Lara found the strength to smile and raised her hand in a pioneer salute. The wind blew it, and the girl's copper-red hair unfurled like a proletarian banner.

Lara shouted:

- Always ready!

Mikolka saluted back! A tear rolled down the boy's cheek. But Lara is not broken, that's for sure! The girl waved goodbye.

The time of death is approaching. The cart shakes a little, the snow rustles. Hooves beat on the ice. With each moment, closer to the end.

Here, finally, they drove up to a small hill and a ravine behind it. There is barbed wire wound around it and a machine gun tower. People are being shot here.

Lara's mat is torn off and she is pushed out of the cart. The girl's bare, blistered feet step onto the snowdrift. It's cold, a little prickly. Lara takes a deep breath. And takes her first step. The German shouts:

- Schnell! Schnell! (Faster!)

The girl, on the contrary, tries to walk more slowly. Breathes in the frosty air. Tries to remember the sensations. The end is coming soon, and her body will be gone. And it doesn"t matter that her back is lacerated and aches painfully, and her bare and burnt feet are wounded by a crust of ice. This is life, and even the pain shows that the girl is still on earth, and not in the next world!

Lara walks slowly, and the Nazi nudges her with his rifle butt. Her slashed back hurts a lot, and the young partisan almost falls. But she stays upright and walks a little faster. Lara tries to stay upright and courageous, although it is difficult for her, or rather, it takes titanic efforts.

She didn't want to die, she wanted to throw herself down and beg for mercy. But Lara suppressed it. Death so be it! She would die as befits a pioneer, an almost Komsomol member.

And it's even good that they'll shoot her and not hang her! Here she goes barefoot to be shot, like Zoya Kosmodemyanskaya, and she has to say something special in her last words.

But what to say? Nothing original came to Lara's mind. Something banal like: Long live Stalin! Or - Glory to the Motherland!

Lara approached the edge of the ravine. The command followed:

- Turn around!

The girl turned around and faced her. She was already quite tall, her pale face was bloodless, her hair was fluttering like red copper in the wind. Her dress was torn and bloody, above the knees, her legs were crimson from the cold. And her emerald eyes were burning and blazing with anger. There was no fear in them, only determination to go to the end.

Lara screamed at the top of her lungs:

- Death to the fascist executioners! Glory to the Motherland!

The Nazis raised their machine guns and are waiting for the command. Lara thinks: "Now she will find out where the new world is!"

And then... Meet Jesus and Grandpa Lenin. And all that remains... It probably won't hurt too much when the bullets hit your stomach and chest. At least, no more than the scorching flames on your heels and the steel wire tearing the skin on your back.

And then the end, and straight to heaven. To see your grandfather there. And many other fighters who have already laid down their lives in the war against fascism. And then they will all meet in happy eternity! And they will live in joy and bliss!

Lara looks straight ahead... Without fear, not paying attention to the cold and the icy wind blowing through the torn rags of her old, tattered dress.

The command is given and the Germans open fire. The girl forces herself to look straight ahead. Death is only the end of suffering, not life at all.

Bullets fly overhead, one of them even cuts off a strand of red hair, but not a single one hits Lara.

The command is repeated, and the fascists shoot again... The bullets fly past. A couple of them pierce the hems of the short dress. Lara is surprised and giggles and says:

- Smudgers!

Hitler's commands:

- Take her and take her to prison!

The girl is roughly grabbed by the hair and dragged to the cart again. Lara has to braid her legs and walk bent over. And again there is pain in her hair and back, the soles of her feet are cramped from the cold and the icy crust that causes blisters to burst.

Instead of relief that the execution was over, Lara felt annoyance. Instead of the close paradise, there was torment and torture again. And she would have to endure it.

Well, we must gather all our courage and hold on until the end.

Lara is dragged to the cart, threatening to rip off her scalp. Then the girl is tied by the hands with a rope to the roof of the cart. And they sit behind the horses.

They found a new torture. They made me run barefoot and half-naked behind a cart through the snow.

Lara was out of breath from running. The hungry, exhausted girl was racing after the cart. The fascists were choosing a speed so that Lara could barely move her bare, scorched, and bruised feet. The young partisan felt dizzy, but she kept racing.

The Germans snickered vilely. They pointed at the girl. Lara, gathering her strength, shouted:

- They'll skin you alive!

And in response, laughter. The driver whipped the horse, the rope tightened, and Lara fell on her stomach, she was dragged. The girl screamed in pain. Her chest was torn, her skin was torn.

Lara was dragged for some time until she lost consciousness. Then she was lifted, placed on a cart and covered. They took her to prison.

An experienced German doctor gave the girl an injection and she came to her senses again.

The fascist noted:

- Let him rest today!

Lara was literally carried to the cell. The girl spent half a day and a night there, half-conscious. But towards morning she came to her senses and began to talk. For breakfast the prisoners were given poorly baked bread and nettle soup. Lara ate and felt a little better. But it was very painful. Her torn chest hurt, and her stomach, and her slashed back, and her bruised legs covered in burst blisters. Her hair hurt a little from being pulled, and her bruised hands.

Yes, they tortured her quite a bit. Lara shuddered. What would the next day hold for her?

Will there be torture?

Soon the fascists appeared again and dragged the teenage girl, barely covered in bloody rags, for interrogation. At this point Lara was brought into a special room, the walls of which were hung with various torture devices.

Von Krause sat on a leather chair. Executioners in red masks were bustling about nearby. To the right of the Sturmbannführer stood a woman in a white coat and glasses that cast a mirrored glare. She had put rubber gloves on her hands.

Von Krause asked in a gentle tone:

- Well, have you changed your mind? Are you going to talk? Who do you keep in touch with in the village?

Lara felt really scared in this basement. The fireplace was burning, on which the devices were warming up. It smelled of burnt meat and dried blood with urine. A very creepy place.

But Lara said in a trembling voice:

- I won't tell!

Von Krause barked:

- Put her on the rack!

Lara was dragged to the rack. The executioner tore off the bloody rags, which were barely hanging on, in one movement. The girl's thin but sinewy body was exposed. Small breasts, scratched by the icy crust of snowdrifts, had already formed, and a thin waist was outlined. Her entire back was covered in scars and cuts from the wire. In a couple of years, Lara promised to become a pretty, shapely girl. Her arms and legs seemed thin, but with muscles, her calves stood out more sharply, since Lara walked dozens of kilometers every day.

Von Krause grinned, and stretched his lips into a predatory smile. He liked torturing girls and young women. Not bad with boys, either. And this girl was quite pretty. And he would spend many pleasant hours with her.

They fastened Lara's arms behind her back and began to lift her up, twisting her joints. Her bare, exhausted feet tore themselves off the stone floor, and her bones crunched.

The girl leaned forward, and the executioner grabbed her by her narrow shoulders and jerked her sharply, twisting her at the joints.

Lara gasped and twisted her shoulder blades. Another of the executioners put on special stocks with narrow holes, made for torturing children, and secured them to her ankles. The extra weight of the stocks increased the pain in her shoulders.

Von Krause grinned and said:

- Well, Lara... you have a choice - to endure the terrible pain, or to tell us everything. In this case, we will forgive you, cure you, send you to study in Germany! Well, tell me, who did you keep in touch with?

Lara, pain shining in her eyes, stubbornly said:

- I won't tell!

Von Krause said coldly:

- Begin!

The executioner began to beat the captured partisan with a seven-tailed whip on her back and buttocks, measuredly and unhurriedly, as if beating out a carpet. Lara clenched her teeth in a titanic effort and kept silent. Although the pain was terrible, especially since the blows fell on her back, which had already been striped with wire.

The girl was breathing heavily, a trickle of blood flowed from her lip, but she was silent. No scream, no groan.

Von Krause ordered in annoyance:

- Harder! Come on, harder!

The tall, broad-shouldered executioner began to put more effort into each blow. The wounds opened and blood flowed. But Lara stubbornly remained silent. On the hundredth blow, the girl's red head shook and she lost consciousness.

The experienced executioner splashed a bucket of ice water on her. A woman in a white coat approached Lara. She placed her white-gloved hand on her chest and began to listen to her pulse. Then she answered with a smile:

- She has a healthy and strong heart! We can continue torturing her!

Lara came to her senses, groaning. But then she bit her lip and fell silent. The young partisan looked at the Nazis with hatred. Von Krause said harshly:

- And now the brazier!

One of the executioners began to lubricate Lara's bare feet, and another tightened the brazier with the regulator. The girl moaned:

- I won't tell! I won't tell anyway!

The brazier was brought to the feet, the torturer clicked the lighter, and the flame ignited. The fire burned at a certain distance from the girl's bare heels.

Von Krause barked:

- Are you going to talk?

Lara shook her head. The executioner turned the tap and the flame grew larger.

Von Krause yelled:

- Enough! If we burn her legs completely, she will stop feeling them! And we will not part with her so soon!

The executioner turned the tap back, reducing the flame. The other torturer took the rubber stick in his hands and again began to deliver light but painful blows to Lara's lacerated back.

Hitler's executioner made a tearful face and growled:

- Oh, how it hurts!

The pain was truly terrible. Lara groaned, but then clenched her jaws again. Her scarlet-coated teeth began to grind. The green eyes of the partisan girl glittered painfully.

Von Krause, to see better, took a lens out of his pocket and looked at Lara through a magnifying glass. A beautiful girl with a face distorted with pain. Her heels, already scorched by the fire, are gradually being fried.

But she is silent, clenching her teeth. You are surprised at the courage these Russians show. Simply fanaticism. And children too. For some reason, even teenagers break down less often than adults. This girl looks with hatred and endures pain.

Von Krause says in annoyance:

- Connect the sensors and electrodes!

The woman in the white coat said in surprise:

- Do you want to try the current?

Krause nodded vigorously:

- Exactly!

The woman, being an experienced executioner, noted:

- She's already stretched out on the rack, they're whipping her, and roasting her heels. Electric current and pain shock will also extinguish her consciousness!

Krause hissed:

- I'll make this devil scream in pain! Or I'm not the king of executioners!

The woman ordered dryly:

- Do it!

The executioners began to attach electrodes to the girl"s neck, chest, and knees.

They pulled the wires... Lara shouted again:

- I won't tell!

Von Krause ordered:

- Turn on the minimum discharge! I don't want the girl to die from shock!

The executioner in the red mask turned the dial. The girl's body was charged with discharges.

Lara shuddered, the pain became unbearable and its totality tore a scream from her throat. The executioner increased the current, making the girl shake with pain. Tears splashed from her eyes.

Lara understood that she was about to burst into tears, start screaming and begging for mercy. And then the girl, suddenly feeling inspired, began to sing;

I am a simple partisan girl,

Fought with the Fritz, fighting fiercely...

It used to be very hot in this battle,

Because the fascists have a powerful prince!


She was a simple pioneer girl,

When the Nazi attacked the Motherland...

We danced in a round dance, children,

For us, Comrade Stalin is an ideal!


But the damned enemy is advancing quickly,

And then a tank entered the Fritz village...

There Lara from Leningrad is resting,

Such a crazy situation happened!


The girl had to live under the occupier,

And this is hunger, constant fear...

When the tenants entered the apartment,

And they turned your house into ashes!


But the girl appeared to the partisans,

And she began to carry out their tasks...

She had to get up very early,

And tear your heels barefoot on reconnaissance missions!


The girl Lara took care of the shoes,

Hungry, I walked night and day...

Barefoot, she ran through the rain on the stones,

And she's not too lazy to work with a sickle!


I walked without shoes until the frosts set in,

The soles of my feet are calloused like a camel's...

She brought roses to the partisans on the holiday,

Oh, now they beat the fascists harder!


But luck suddenly turned away,

Lara fell into the most cruel captivity...

Oh, you are mine, barefoot girl's youth,

Is death and decay really what awaits me!


The girl didn't break under torture,

She laughed insolently in the faces of the executioners,

No, Lara will not bring joy to the Fritzes,

On the rack, proudly and boldly remaining silent!


The fire tickles the girl's heels,

He twisted the joints of a sadist...

Only loud laughter is heard,

Because Lara is a brave pioneer!


So she didn't say anything to the fascists,

And to be shot barefoot in the snow...

Now she will be remembered from a pedestal,

She captured the glory of courage by force!

. CHAPTER #15.

And the children-terminators and geniuses continued to have fun with very funny games. And let's say they are super. And the new series is even cooler and more quasar than the old one:

Meanwhile, there were other episodes of the war. Here, two elves were waging a sniper war.

They were barefoot, but they were wearing spotted camouflage. And they were sitting in ambush, looking for targets.

One of them, the blonde Alice, remarked in annoyance:

- Orcs, I must say, are very smelly. And that's why it's impossible to fraternize with them!

Angelica giggled, fired, killing the furry soldier bear, and sang:

- We will never miss,

May no misfortune come to our elf!

And she bared her pearly teeth.

Alice also fired, and also pierced the orc's head. That's what they are, let's say, tough warriors. And you can't go against them!

Angelica threw a grenade with her bare toes. She tore the orc apart with the explosions and sang:

We look like falcons,

We soar like eagles...

We don't drown in water,

We don't burn in fire!

Alice confirmed with a smile:

- They are real warriors!

And she threw a hefty grenade with her bare heel. It tore a mass of orcs into pieces.

This was a real team. And the elf girls were very beautiful, and completely barefoot in light bikinis.

But they are not embarrassed, but sing:

There is heat and snowfall in the world,

The world is both poor and rich...

The youth of the entire planet is with us,

Our worldwide formation squad!

And the girls continued to beat up the orcs. That was their brawl. And if they get going, it won't seem like much to anyone, even to such shaggy creatures as orcs.

Maria Kolesnikova, watching the movie, sang:

We will go into battle boldly,

For the cause of the elves...

We'll kill all the orcs,

Fight don't drift!

These are the girls who are so combative and passionate in their impulse. The highest class of destruction, so to speak.

And here from the stormtroopers on the orcs, as the elf Helga will hit, and after that she will sing:

-Glory to Elfia, glory,

Tanks rush forward...

Such is the Elven state,

Orcs are being beaten furiously!

Here the girls took on the orcs and literally with a lethal force, total destruction and open the score. And they can't be stopped. If they took on, they took on.

And with their bare toes they press the triggers.

The girl Alenka shoots at the orcs with a machine gun. And throws grenades of deadly force at the enemy with her bare toes and roars:

- I am the strongest in the world,

I'll throw them all in the toilet!

And how she laughs and shows her tongue, which is very long.

The girl Anyuta giggled and noted, throwing a deadly pea of annihilation with her bare heel:

- We can do literally everything. And this is our order among the elves!

Girls fight, and there are many of them. How good it is to live in a world where there are so many girls. And elves are forever young and beautiful. These are really cool thieves. And they can do things that cannot be described in a fairy tale or with a pen - just super.

Alla, who was fighting this scourge, noted aggressively, pounding the orcs with bursts, mowing them down like a scythe:

- May the bald Fuhrer die!

And then he just bursts out laughing, baring his very pretty teeth.

These girls are top notch!

No, well, try to resist people like that.

Maria, the elf with golden hair, took and sang:

- The ships lie broken,

The chests are open...

Emeralds and rubies flow like rain,

If you want to be rich,

If you want to be happy,

Stay with us boy,

You will be our king!

You will be our king!

And the warriors once again began to whistle in chorus. And the crows, having had a heart attack, fell on the orcs, breaking their skulls.

These girls really got going. Of course, it's cool and wild.

Well, this is so cool. And it really, definitely turns you on.

These are real girls.

And Olympiada, with her bare, strong feet, throws a barrel of explosives at the orcs.

It will fly by and explode with extreme deadly force. And everything will be torn into small fragments, along with a whole battalion of orcs.

And again the girls will take their scarlet nipples into their mouths and whistle. And the crows, having heart attacks, will fall down at once, in a murderous swoon.

And their skulls will crack under the blows. And this is a very deadly and destructive effect.

Marusya also took and threw a grenade of deadly force at the enemy with her bare toes, scattered the orcs and sang:

Victory awaits, victory awaits,

Those who are eager to defeat the evil orcs...

Victory awaits, victory awaits,

We will be able to defeat our enemies!

And Matryona will also throw a lemon at the enemy with her bare feet and roar:

- Board the ship!

The girls have really gone wild. And they really are beautiful. And their feet are bare and chiseled.

Well, they've really taken on these orcs, and they're thoroughly mowing them down and killing them.

And the front of the elves and a smaller number of elves began to press on the orcs, these furry bears.

The girls rushed to attack.

The orange-haired elf warrior took hold of the joystick button and pressed her scarlet nipple.

The shock wave went off. And it rushed like ultrasound towards the orcs. And it covered them all at once, literally charring their bones.

The warrior chirped:

- For the cobra's wild leaps!

And she just laughs. These are real women - let's just say they are super.

The girls are, it should be noted, formidable.

And so, with their bare heels, they threw up deadly streams of coal grenades.

They tore apart a lot of angry and furry bears. And after that the girls started singing;

I ask, Lord, that the day never fades,

May the girl's gaze remain forever young!

So that our knight can soar above the rocks,

So that the cover of the lakes is cleaner than crystal!


What a beautiful world the Lord created,

In it the spruce was silver, and the maple was ruby!

I'm looking for a friend, God's ideal -

That's why I chopped down enemies in battles!


Why is the young man's heart so heavy?

What does he want to find in this world?

Why is the oar broken?

How to resolve a tangle of big problems?


I want, God, to be happy too,

Find your heavenly dream!

So that the thread of luck does not break,

To bring ballast under the path!


But what should I seek in measure without love,

What could be more expensive than a girl?

It is difficult to build happiness on blood,

You can only swim along it into the heat of hell!


Separation is torture for me,

War is still such a nightmare!

Here he saddled his horse with his foot in the stirrup,

Although the evil orc, the executioner raised his axe!


They are taking our daughters into captivity,

They torture them and burn their bodies with fire!

But we will inflict defeat on the Fuhrer,

Know that our Elf will never die!


Let's get married after the evil war,

Then the kids will give us laughter!

They are all my blood relatives,

I'll go hunting for fat game!


And the oak tree has leaves like emerald,

He said: "The guy did a great job!"

Let your conscience be as clear as crystal,

And only in the pluses in the balance will there be numbers!

The girls sang and showed their colossal aplomb and fighting spirit.

And of course, one of the warriors brought a hose. And loaded it with gasoline. And she took it and launched a deadly stream. A lethal stream of tsunami fire poured out. And thoroughly burned the orcs.

And this is really extremely cool. Literally totalitarian destruction is underway.

No girl can resist something like this, like licking something very sweet, tasty and delicious with an elf's tongue.

And at the same time, go and burn off the orc's head.

And roast them all with fire, and burn them to the ground like this. And not leave even bones from the enemy.

Sometimes there are girls like that. They bare their teeth and show their temper like a cobra snake.

Warriors who will tear apart any army. And if they want, they can fart.

And imagine what would happen if a thousand elves passed gas at once? Should I tell you what would happen?

Oh, it would be very cool, if only the heavens could prevent this. Because then the crows would rain down on the orcs' heads. And they would fall and break their skulls, demonstrating the most deadly effect in the universe.

And the girls began to sing again in their wild fury and passion, and their pearly teeth sparkled like mirrors.

Nightmare always comes like a snake,

You don't expect it, but it crawls through the door!

You are happy, generously well-fed family,

You don't know that there are people who are animals!

Here begins the raid of the dashing horde,

The Tatars are showering us with arrows!

But we were born for a brave feat,

And we will endure cruel blows!


No one knows if God is good,

Man has become so cruel!

Death is already knocking on the threshold with its fist -

And Wezelwul stuck his horns out of the heat!


Yes, these are the times of our ancient ancestors,

Which we got into so cool!

After all, that wasn't what my dream was about,

This is not where we were heading, through the mountains and distances!


But if you find yourself in hell,

More precisely, in a world of pain, slavery, battle!

I will still keep hope,

Let your heart beat those rhythms at full speed!


But trials are our chain,

Which will not allow thoughts to be easy!

And if necessary, you have to endure it,

And if you shout, do it with all the strength of your lungs!


He is a poet, a songwriter and a rogue,

But not on a hot battlefield!

The vile enemies of the Fatherland will die,

They will be buried quickly and for free!


Now take it, bow down to Christ,

Cross yourself, kissing the face of the icon!

I believe I will tell people the truth,

As a reward, the Lord will give you a peculium!

The girls sang well. Their voices were so radiant and iridescent. And full-sounding.

And after the song, a whole battalion of girls took and let out gas. They rose up like a column and rushed towards a cloud of crows. They took them and fell upon them.

The crows began to choke, and they literally suffocated and writhed, having received a noose around their necks.

And so many crows fell down. And they pierced the tops of the orcs' heads. And the bears let out fountains of brown blood. They were knocked out, as if peas were being crushed.

The girls laughed. And stuck out their tongues. Winked at the creatures approaching them.

One of the girls chirped:

- Orcs are not like people,

Orcs, they are orcs...

If he's furry, he's a villain.

The girl's voice is very clear!

And she winked at her friends.

The warriors immediately felt a wild confidence in themselves. And their teeth sparkled like mountain peaks. Or maybe they were pearls and treasures of the sea.

The girls laughed and began to sing:

Oh sea, sea, sea, sea,

The boys are sitting on the fence!

The orcs will be seen to be in grief,

All these bastards will die in the end!

And the warriors suddenly started whistling. This time, not only the crows fell on the orcs' heads, but also hailstones. And those literally broke the bears' skulls.

Here are the elf girls who took on these stinking bears and orcs. And it turned out to be extremely cool.

And when the beauties began to sing, it was truly chaos;

The heavens are a carpet of patterned stars,

The moon will give light to the hills!

The mountain stream flows down,

Sparkling with gold on flints!


The simplicity of Mother Elfia,

There is plenty of food and comfort in the villages!

The maidens cried out with happiness,

They go mowing like a circle dance!


Trouble came, the old woman war,

A grin of teeth - a whirlwind of shells!

Destruction is carried by the orcs,

Your comrade died in battle!


You yourself are still a boy -

The military registration and enlistment office did not give the go-ahead!

They say you don't have enough extra years,

The country must protect its children!


He ran away to the front without any armor,

To bring goodness and light!

So that the orcs don't deprive you of your will,

So as not to meet the dawn in chains!


My friend wasn't asleep either.

She managed to escape - she's a fighter!

We will crush the orcs from their pedestal,

Let this be the end of the Fuhrer!


Fighting, hard pain and hunger,

A girl barefoot in winter!

In rags we endure the bitter cold,

Sometimes we eat only birch bark!


And the enemy is rushing in planes,

How the monster from hell "Tiger" roars!

A bear born of an evil she-wolf,

Flamethrower is gushing from the tanks!


To warm your bare feet,

What turned blue on the snow!

The girl chose the roads,

Where ash has blackened the blizzard!


But they stood firm - away with colds,

Boy and girl forward!

We will defeat the grin of Judas,

Rus' will wipe the darkness of the orcs into sand!


The heels of teenagers flash,

The snowdrift left a light trace!

It's not easy to endure the frost,

Running barefoot warms us up!


And the evil orcs have no right,

They are crying from the cold!

Such a strong power,

Our elven knight is very cool!


Threw back the wave from hell,

Now Feiropa is ahead!

Such is the lot of a holy soldier,

To be forever devoted to Elfie!

These girls are simply super. They have so much passion and fire. Like girls with red braids. And the beauties are always barefoot.

The warriors really went for the orcs. They really loved this technique, when you throw peas of annihilation and death at the enemy with your bare toes.

And you tear the bears into torn shreds and cutlets. And which are so fried and delicious.

And the girls start scribbling at the onrushing bears. And the elves start firing mortars at the orcs.

And these beauties do it, it should be noted, extremely effectively. And their aggressiveness is combined with an extremely glamorous and delightful grace.

The warriors took on the orcs and began a totalitarian extermination.

Here the girls put their ruby nipples to use. Pressed the keys that activate the flamethrowers.

And they took it and covered the orc battalion at once. And they really took it and burned it to the ground.

These are the girls here. And if necessary, they will use their tongues exactly as intended. And the purpose of such tongues is to give joy to men. And to show off their magnificent and aggressive temperament.

There are no such girls, if they get moving, the bears will definitely not slow down.

They show such great achievements.

And the girls can also play the violins without any special ceremony.

This is also a very good technique.

Here the girls started playing the violins. And they held the bows with their bare toes. And the music was magnificent and enchanting. And it was simply magnificent.

And then the girls started singing;

I believe in my Holy Motherland,

That Truth can earn salvation!

We will protect our children from evil -

Believe me, the enemy will receive vengeance from us!


My sword strikes like Ilya's treasure,

And the hands don"t know how tired they are in battle!

We are like a reliable shield for the Fatherland,

To protect a place in pure paradise from the vile!


Retreat, strike and lunge again - hit,

Such is the fate of the soldier's path, alas!

As long as there is at least one villain alive,

Clean the barrel and front sight of the machine gun!


You need to fight if the world is a fairy tale,

Sometimes it can be really cool to throw a howl!

But we preserve the honor of our Fatherland,

Although sometimes there are piles of corpses!


We were born, we were lucky in the country -

In which everyone can become a hero!

In which to people, and then to myself,

The warrior is the strongest and most courageous!


And now we will shout - forward,

To storm the redoubts, the mighty fortresses!

So that it doesn"t happen that the mind is lying -

We will blow away the clouds with our planes!


Of course, you can end up straight in hell,

If all paths are like bindweed and sow thistle...

But even there the swords of the fighters strike,

And bombs are falling from the belly of the planes!


And what is hell for Elfi the fighter?

Another test, you know!

We will stand firm in the battle until the end -

Let us fulfill God's True Desire!


And we will defeat the gangs of trolls and ghouls,

Let's reach the place where the Earth is Eden!

The eagle will put an end to the vile crows,

Honor and faith will lead us to achievements!


Life flows like a stormy stream,

Let what we asked Christ for come true!

Grace will flow like a waterfall stream,

To the glory of Mother Native Elfia!

The girls sang and played the violins at the same time. And the music sounded so clear and beautiful and iridescent. And it literally spread throughout the heavens.

And the crows, losing consciousness, fainted and punched the orcs in the heads.

And the girls acted with incomprehensible energy. Streams of hyperplasm flowed through them.

Or maybe also magoplasm, which the girls personified with a stunning and deadly effect.

The warriors bared their teeth, and then from the surface of their fangs they emitted bunnies that blinded the orcs and made their eyes flow out. And it turned out to be so incomprehensibly cool and awesome.

The warriors pressed the buttons with their ruby nipples again. And they struck the enemy with fiery eruptions of colossal, destructive volcanic power.

And all this reacts and burns. And the bears' tanks explode. And streams of burning flame melt the machines of Putin's empire.

The girls, I must say, are simply wonderful and show such a magnificent level of fighting spirit that no one would dare to accuse them of anything stupid or indecent.

They say about such girls: you are simply Goddesses and Super!

Here they are again, and they began to sing with great enthusiasm;

There are women in our Elfia,

What are they driving, jokingly flying a plane!

What is the most beautiful thing in the universe?

That will kill all the enemies!


They are born to win,

To glorify Elf throughout the world!

After all, our mighty grandfathers,

They were going to collect everything for them at once!


Giants stand at the machine,

Their power is such that they destroy everyone!

We are the children of the Fatherland, united -

A line of soldiers is marching!


Grief cannot break us,

The evil fire of napalm is powerless!

Where the torch used to burn...

The spotlight is now on fire!


Everything in our country is a torch for the light,

Cars, roads, bridges!

And victories are sung in songs -

We are the falcons of light - eagles!


Let us glorify our Fatherland boldly,

We will lead you to the steep peaks!

We are like pioneers in space -

And we'll wring the necks of the evil orcs!


Let's catch up with all the bastards from Mars,

Let's open the way to Centauri!

There will be those of us who fear the predator,

And who is kind and honest to love!


The land of elves is the sweetest of all,

There is something to be proud of in her, believe me!

No need to talk nonsense...

Be human, don't be a beast!


We will reach the border of the universe,

We will build a granite fortress there!

And whoever lost repentance,

Whoever attacks the Fatherland will be beaten!


What's next? There's little imagination.

But believe me, we will resurrect the dead!

We will tear out the sting of death with a jerk,

To the glory of the immortal Elfie!

This is how the girls sing, and their voices are like nightingales, thrushes and firebirds in one bottle. Let's say these are the girls - just super and hyper.

And they sing very touchingly and delightfully.

These are the kind of beauties who, if they take on something, will be a real pain in the ass for any orc.

And the girls destroy the bears playfully. And then the elf pilots swoop down from the air. And they press the buttons with their bare toes. And they pummel the aggressive furry creatures.

The girl fired a rocket from the sky at a cluster of furry orcs. They exploded and scorched, so that pieces of scorched meat fell in all directions. And which burns and actually smokes.

These are the girls, furious and destructive. They have such a powerful heart hidden inside them. That if they start singing and baring their teeth, then even an army of orcs in alliance with trolls would not be able to stand against them. And trolls are much more skilled and decisive fighters.

And the girls are such colossal and strong warriors, simply a cosmic variable and constant.

The warriors took it and puffed out their girlish cheeks, and without thinking twice, farted at the top of their lungs.

. CHAPTER #16.

The new fifty-ninth year began calmly. Both sides were so tired and had killed so many people that the battles up until May were only in the air. And in June, the coalition began its offensive in the north, where the USSR had fewer troops, in the direction of Vorkuta and Vologda. And in the same month, the eternal boy Trump reached seventy thousand downed planes and received the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross of the Silver Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and diamonds. And that's not the end.

Even in the north, the advance of the Nazis and the coalition was very slow. In mid-September, they advanced, though only a little over a hundred kilometers on a wide front. They were not very eager to die. And the terrain was not very convenient for the advancement of tanks, especially, there were too many swamps. And in September, the attempts to advance ceased. A relative calm set in. Only war in the sky. Skirmishes on the fronts. And famine had already set in in Leningrad, where food supplies had run out. Well, things were a little easier with ammunition - local production helped out. And this, I must say, is not great. The situation is very alarming. And although September is calm, it does not feel very comfortable. And neither side smells of victory yet.

In the USSR, on Beria's orders, they created the IS-14 tank with a 152-mm cannon and an initial projectile velocity of 1,000 meters per second. Not a bad thing, so to speak, but it weighs about a hundred tons. But the red dictator ordered it to be put into production anyway. Maybe it will fight the German tigers and panthers.

So far, however, there have been no major breakthroughs. Even during war, technology does not develop at a gallop. For example, the US fought in Vietnam for more than ten years, and how much did they add technologically there?

And there is nothing to say about the war in Afghanistan. They fought for twenty years, but what did they learn and what technologies did they develop on savages?

And here there was a big qualitative leap, especially among the Germans.

But the wonder-weapon flying discs are not ready yet. More precisely, they fly, but they are too expensive and vulnerable to be used in practice. If one engine is damaged, they lose control. It is easier to produce a couple of hundred fighter-attack aircraft than one such device. And small-sized flying discs are very unstable. So they have to be made large and bulky.

So for now, parity is maintained both in weapons and in the front line. Autumn and December were spent in positional battles. And air battles with artillery shelling. But the situation remained stable.

January 1960 arrived. And on the 30th, unpleasant news. In order to save the last people from starvation, the Leningrad garrison capitulated. And this was a huge slap in the face for Beria, who forbade them to surrender and ordered them to hold out at any cost.

And for the coalition, it's a big victory. Although not decisive. Although some troops can be withdrawn from the previously besieged city. But no one attacks in winter anyway - they're waiting for summer, or rather when it gets warmer and the roads dry out.

The Third Reich is still developing new generation tanks. Why not make a vehicle with only one crew member? If a heavy fighter with nine aircraft guns is controlled by only one crew member, then is it not possible for a tank?

The idea looks very tempting.

In the meantime, in the spring, the Nazis received their first tanks with dynamic protection, capable of withstanding cumulative shells.

This is already a serious help. So that the T-54 does not feel so comfortable. The USSR still has the T-55 from the newer tanks. And attempts to do something in the heavy ones. The war as a whole is not particularly good for the Red Army.

Beria is not attacking - he is saving his strength. And this is, I must say, a completely understandable tactic. Really, why bother? Let the enemy try to advance.

And so, at the beginning of June, a major offensive by the Allies and the Third Reich began in the direction of Yaroslavl. The blow was strong, aviation was used very actively. At a latitude of approximately three hundred kilometers, the coalition advanced from sixty to one hundred kilometers in two months. And in view of the great losses, it stopped. The battles continued, already positional and, of course, in the air. And so the end of the summer and the whole autumn there was a land lull. And in December, the Soviet troops were already trying to advance again.

More precisely, counterattack. Including on the flanks. At that time, the US government changed again and the young Kennedy was elected. And the new Democratic president proposed to stop the war and freeze the front line. So it was necessary to attack and try to recapture at least something.

The Germans resisted stubbornly. And the Allies too. The coalition still had a big advantage in the air. And in January, the Nazis and the Allies began an offensive in Central Asia. And they finally took Tashkent, completely destroying it. Then Dushanbe fell. The situation worsened there too.

The year sixty-one did not start off well. The Nazis were strong. The USSR finally launched the MIG-19, an aircraft that could fly faster than sound, into production. And this was done very late due to the difficulties of wartime.

However, the Third Reich did not sit still and an even more powerful and fast ME-562 appeared, also went into production. It had more rocket weapons and a speed of two MHA.

The spring of 1961 was quite calm. The Allies, both the USSR and the Third Reich, were saving their strength. But Kennedy was in no hurry to offer peace. He also wanted to snatch the Caucasus from the USSR. He needed the valuable Baku oil and gas. And so in June, troops began landing on the Taman Peninsula and simultaneously an offensive in Transcaucasia. Large forces were moving and the main blow was in the Caucasus. This southern route was the most important. And the USA allocated huge forces for this. And the Super Pershing-4 tanks were advancing in large numbers. And everything would be very bloody. And so in June of 1961, a major offensive was underway. And the battles were so fierce and furious.

And so Yerevan fell, and then Tbilisi is being advanced on from all sides. And so the success is the greatest and the battle is successful. In July, Trump brought his count to eighty thousand downed aircraft, not counting many tens of thousands of ground targets. And everything was cool and successful.

This is how Trump energetically and with a vengeance crushes Russian troops. And the war is still going on and very fierce. And Trump has another order of the Grand Star of the Grand Cross of the Knight's Cross of the Silver Cross of the Iron Cross with platinum oak leaves, swords and red diamonds. And that's cool. And plus another platinum tank machine strewn with diamonds for the destroyed, or rather knocked out hundred thousand tanks. And that was also cool. Well, it's easy to knock out tanks. But it's real to damage them, although the vehicles are repaired quite quickly. So the war is going on.

How long has it been going on? It's already the twenty-first year of the Great Patriotic War. Wow, that's cool. And the Caucasus is already being captured. In August, the coalition took Novorossiysk and captured almost the entire Taman Peninsula. And in September, the capital of Georgia, Tbilisi, fell.

Veronica, Oksana and Natasha, along with other girls, were escaping from the encirclement. The girls' battalion was ordered to retreat to the rear, since the warriors had virtually no anti-tank weapons. Stalenida Pavlovna had war experience, having served as a volunteer in Spain and, of course, in the Great Patriotic War. And she understood that the exhausted Soviet troops would not be able to withstand the E-series tanks. The girls, however, knocked out several transporters, but they themselves suffered losses.

Now the battalion had dispersed and was retreating.

Veronica, Oksana and Natasha, having taken off their boots, walked away barefoot and in light blouses. The Soviet troops are not ready to repel heavy tank columns. And there is simply nothing to penetrate the Panther-5 tank. The only chance is to damage the tracks. But this machine has rollers on separate bogies, and it is very difficult to disable them.

The girls were moving east through the forests, in small groups. They looked very touching. They rolled up their pants and were wearing only light shirts. Their long, light, slightly curly hair was loose. The grass tickled their bare feet pleasantly, and sometimes they came across pine cones. Everything looked extremely erotic. Their breasts were visible through their thin shirts.

Veronica, raking the grass with her bare foot, says in annoyance:

- What the hell - the war has only just begun after the armistice, and we already have to retreat!

Oksana, whose light hair was slightly reddish, bared her teeth and answered:

- And I didn't have any particular illusions! Hitler conquered, or rather turned almost the entire world against us with his devilish diplomacy... Try to cope with such a crowd!

Natasha shook her snow-white hair and said:

- Everyone wants to please... It's hard to deal with them! Being faithful isn't that easy!

Veronica nodded. Her hair is so golden and beautiful. She is gorgeous.

And then Victoria caught up with them. A completely red-haired girl. Her hair was like a fire. And so burning. The wind blew and it seemed like a proletarian banner was fluttering, such a flaming head of hair.

Victoria took off her shirt and bared her torso. Her breasts were full, her nipples were scarlet, like poppies. A beautiful warrior. And her strong, trained body suited nudity.

Natasha giggled and also bared her torso, noting:

- And we have beautiful bodies... We are simply Amazons!

Veronica shook her head:

- Isn't it too radical to bare your breasts! You have to observe the rules of decency!

Victoria shook her head and tossed her red curls:

- In a communist society, moral rules are a relative concept. - The girl shook her bare breasts, her scarlet nipples glittered very seductively. - And being naked is not a sin. More precisely, the concept of sin is priestly, and our credo is freedom from bourgeois morality!

Natasha confirmed, shaking her lush and elastic bust:

- Closer to nature! Closer to the natural! And natural nudity!

Oksana also smiled and bared her torso. Indeed, in the summer heat how pleasant it is when breasts are bare. And the breeze blows on them. A beautiful girl, and nudity suits. All the girls are athletic, with figures, the naked bodies of the warriors look very harmonious.

Beautiful girls are walking along the path. They are so delightful and very attractive.

Veronica chirped, shaking her head:

- But this is not aesthetic at all!

Victoria shook her head:

- No! We have beautiful bodies! And we look simply magnificent naked!

Natasha nodded and, jumping up, said:

- It was good to be naked... Now Ilyich came with a gun!

Oksana stroked her chest and squealed:0

- Indeed, my bust is super!

Victoria sang enthusiastically:

- Oh, girls, we are raiders! Purses, purses, and purse-makers! We've seen dollars - mountains of gold!

Natasha, shaking her naked breasts, sang with a smile:

- They used to be naked, barefoot, stupid!

And the four of them burst out laughing. The girls slapped their bare feet, lifting their bare heels. Beautiful warriors. They had backpacks and PPSh machine guns on their shoulders. Pretty warriors, very wonderful.

Veronica said in an ingratiating tone:

- Before God, we are all equal... And we will have to answer for debauchery!

Natasha giggled and answered with all determination:

- There is no God! It's a fairy tale!

Victoria, shaking her naked, tanned breasts, exclaimed enthusiastically:

- God was invented by the powers that be to keep the people in obedience!

Veronica shook her golden head:

- And who created the universe then?

Victoria giggled and replied:

- Universes grow by themselves, like leaves on a tree. They grow from nothing. When in distant infinity a tree began to grow from nothing in the universe, and since then many universes have appeared.

Natasha giggled and stuck out her tongue, noting:

- It's a bit hot! Maybe we should take off our pants?

Victoria supported the idea:

- This is a wonderful idea!

And all three girls unanimously freed themselves from their pants, remaining in only their panties. And what strong and muscular bodies they have. Simply magnificent, and top-notch.

Oksana sang with delight:

- The cockroach has antennae, the naked girl has panties!

Only Veronica was left with her pants rolled up and her shirt. She answered reproachfully:

- It's not good to be naked like this! What if they see us!

Natasha giggled and replied:

- Let them even see! I love to excite men!

Victoria giggled, shook her almost bare thighs, and replied:

- Men are trash - just scum!

And hitting a fresh mushroom with her bare foot, she added:

- How nice it is to take a stallion for a ride!

Oksana noted with a smile:

- When they caress you, it's nice... Especially if the men are young and handsome...

Natasha reminded the girls:

- Remember, we caught the boy. A wonderful boy, and he is probably perfect beyond his years!

Victoria licked her lips and said with lust in her voice:

- It would be great to check that!

Veronica barked indignantly:

- What nasty things you say! You can't mock people's feelings like that! Especially when it comes to a boy, even if he's German!

Oksana giggled and replied:

- Forgive us, but my soul feels so disgusting...

Natasha readily confirmed:

- The Germans are advancing, and I want to dream about something good! For example, about the guys!

Victoria suggested with a laugh:

- What if we actually catch men? That was so cool!

Veronica replied harshly:

- Women are adorned by modesty, not by brazen pestering!

Victoria shook her fiery head negatively. She slapped her bare feet and barked:

- No! There is no greater pleasure than choosing a man yourself and dragging him into bed. - The red-haired devil shook her copper-red curls and continued. - That's exactly it - to screw in the bushes for pleasure, and not to walk down the aisle.

Veronica said sternly:

- Sex without reason is a sign of stupidity! - And she added: - It contradicts the norms of communist morality!

Victoria did not agree:

- Lenin himself said that wives should be shared!

Natasha giggled and remarked:

- Well, I wouldn't say that I would throw myself at men, but it's nice to play an active role! If you yourself choose who to hit! But in our unit it doesn't come to that.

Victoria nodded in agreement:

- Yes, we have only girls... But you can get over the fence! - The girl chirped with great pleasure. - Men, men... Our men crawl on their bellies with zeal!

Veronica shook her head:

- No, Lenin never said anything like that!

Natasha exclaimed in protest:

- No, that's exactly what Vladimir Ilyich said! Under communism, everything will be shared, including wives!

Victoria giggled and muttered:

- Women are good... Men are even better! Oh, if only I could be captured and raped by a whole company.

The girls laughed in unison. And Victoria, grinning, added:

- And then they beat me with rifle butts! And they would set my heels on fire with a soft flame and sprinkle them with corbit!

Natasha kicked the bump with her bare foot and cooed:

- The heels like it when they are beaten with bamboo! In China, girls and boys were beaten with sticks on their bare soles. And they liked it!

Victoria sang with gusto:

- What torture in Hollywood! Only katy, not people!

Veronica wittily remarked:

- You'll end up in hell... You'll be tortured, and your heels will be burned not only with bamboo, but also with hot iron!

Natasha sang, clenching her fists tightly:

- There's a black raven at the neighboring gate!

Victoria, shaking her bare breasts with scarlet nipples, continued:

- Cradle, handcuffs, torn mouth!

Oksana, whose breasts were also exposed, and shaking her hips, answered:

- How many times after a fight my head!

Veronica supported the impulse, stamping her bare feet:

- From the overcrowded chopping block she flew somewhere...

Natasha roared with fury, shaking her naked chest:

- Where is the Motherland! Let them shout, "ugly!"

Victoria slapped and squealed, twisting her hips, barely covered by transparent panties:

- We like her, even though she"s not a beauty!

Oksana hissed, twitching her bare tanned knees:

- You bastard are so gullible!

Veronica remarked with a sigh:

- We are Soviet border guards. And we talk like street whores. Is this even possible...

Victoria sang in response:

- Thank you, Stalin the leader! For stupid, empty eyes! For the fact that we are like lice and it is impossible to live!

Natasha shook her fist at the red-haired devil:

- Come on, don't be so impudent! You'll end up in a special department!

Victoria said confidently:

- Soon the Germans will come to Moscow... And they will take Stalin away in a cage!

Oksana giggled and objected:

- Do you think the outcome of the war is predetermined?

Victoria answered quite seriously:

- How could it be otherwise? Hitler has more than half the world under his control, plus Britain and its colonies. - The girl angrily stamped her graceful, bare foot. - And we don't even have decent tanks! The KV series is a parody of machines. The T-54 is clearly too small. And a normal tank hasn't been created! And the armor-piercing shells are worse than the German ones!

Natasha sighed heavily and gurgled:

- We have to agree with that! Alas, our tanks are still so imperfect. And the ISs of all models? They break down....

The girls fell silent and their playfulness subsided.

Among the fascists are tank girls Agatha and Adala. They fight in the E-10, a self-propelled gun with two seats and very comfortable. Which shoots extremely accurately. Although its gun is not powerful enough, it knocks down T-34s specifically.

Agatha shoots with her bare toes and hits a Soviet vehicle, very accurately.

And after that she yelled:

- For the Third Reich!

Adala also hit very accurately. Also using her bare, sharpened feet.

And she smashed the Soviet car with a precise shot. And cooed:

- Glory to our heroes!

The girls are extremely formidable, it should be noted. And they shoot quite accurately. Every shot is a hit.

The E-10 SAU is a very small machine for two soldiers and 1.2 meters high with the soldiers lying down. This is such an effective thing and very mobile. Initially, it weighed only ten tons, but its armor of 60 millimeters in the front and 30 on the sides seemed weak to Hitler. And he ordered to increase it to 82-millimeters in the front and 52-millimeters on the sides. But the weight of the machine also increased to 16 tons, reducing mobility. But Rommel made the machine twenty centimeters lower and reduced the number of crew members to two people. And the self-propelled gun began to weigh eleven tons, which with an engine of 400 horsepower allowed it to maintain high mobility.

Agatha again struck the enemy with her bare feet, pierced the lower part of the IS-2 armor and sang:

- My great power!

Adala also fired at the Soviet tank, hitting the vehicle in the forehead and squealed:

- Glory to the era of communism!

And she also used a bare, sharpened foot.

These girls here are quite combative. And they crush the Soviet tank armada.

But now they have switched to guns. And they knock them out using bare toes. They give absolutely no mercy. And bare soles flash.

The girls, however, were not only skilled in shooting and killing. In particular, they tortured a captured teenager. The sixteen-year-old boy was quite cute. The girls stripped him and tied him to a pine tree. And then they began to burn him with torches and set fire to brooms.

You could see the boy's tanned, smooth skin becoming covered in blisters and pimples. And it must be said that it was very painful.

Adala licked her lips and sang:

- Small country, small country...

Agada, setting fire to the boy's heels, added:

- Who will tell me, who will show me where she is, where she is!

And both beauties burst out laughing. The young man is truly handsome. How handsome teenagers are at sixteen. When they are no longer a boy, but not yet a man. When facial features are still transitioning from a child's to an adult type, and therefore especially beautiful. When the boys' cheeks are still rosy and not covered with hair, so tender, like a girl's. And the skin is not yet as hairy and rough as that of adults.

Adala and Agada, seasoned warriors, enjoy torturing the boy. Enjoy his moans. And even masturbate in front of him, showing off their charms and blazing with fire.

These are beasts... They tortured the boy until he lost consciousness. Then they poured ice water on him, brought him to his senses and tortured him again and it was fun.

Adala licked her lips and noted:

- There is nothing more beautiful than torture!

Aggada agreed with this:

- It's exciting!

And now the warrior-shrews are exterminating the Soviet troops. And while doing so they sing:

- Our king is a messenger from heaven,

Our king is like a ghostly demon...

Our king is the chosen one of destiny...

Our king is only you!

Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!

The fighting continues in the Caucasus with great intensity and aggression.

Soviet girls fight with great fury, strength and heroism.

Natasha threw a grenade at the fascists with her bare foot and sang:

- In vain...

Zoya launched a death gift with her bare heel and added:

- The enemy...

Augustina added something devastating and squeaked:

- He thinks...

Svetlana tossed the grenade with her bare toes and squeaked:

- What...

Natasha threw a couple of lemons with her bare feet and yelped:

- Russians...

Zoya also added something energetic and deadly, squealing:

- I managed...

Augustine launched the deadly one, muttering:

- Enemy....

Svetlana gave another destructive dose and blurted out:

- Break it!

Natasha fired a burst and squeaked:

- Who...

Zoya also fired at the black foreigners that the fascists had recruited and squeaked:

- Brave!

Augustine said with force and fury:

- That...

Svetlana gave in with a panther-like grin:

- IN...

Natasha threw a grenade with her bare foot and yelped:

- I'm fighting...

Zoya threw the gift of death with her bare fingers and muttered:

- Attacking!

Augustina hit and muttered:

- Enemies...

Svetlana kicked the bunch of grenades with her bare feet and screamed at the top of her lungs:

- We will...

Natasha fired a burst and hissed:

- Furiously...

Zoya cut off the fascists and squealed:

- Hit!

Augustina fired again and yelped:

- Furiously...

Svetlana chirped while firing:

- Hit!

Natasha threw a grenade again with her graceful, bare foot and chirped:

- We will destroy the fascists!

Zoya took it and chirped:

- The future path to communism!

And she threw a lemon with her bare toes.

Augustina took and scattered the queues, and her bare legs flew with destruction at the Fritzes:

- We will split the opponents!

Svetlana took the bundle of grenades and threw it up with her bare heel and squealed:

- Let's destroy the fascists!

And the four continued shooting and throwing grenades. A German E-75 was moving. A vehicle with a 128-millimeter cannon. And it was shooting at itself.

And the girls threw grenades. They blew up the fascists. And they shot back. They climbed forward. The tanks were pushing forward again. The newest German "Leopard"-1 was moving. A very mobile machine.

But his girls took over and shot him down. They tore apart the mobile machine with a gas turbine engine. And blew it to pieces.

Natasha noted with a laugh:

- We fight great!

Zoya agreed with this:

- Very cool!

Augustine wittily remarked:

- We will have victory!

And she launched an anti-tank grenade with her bare foot. A strong girl. And so much wit in her.

Svetlana also launched a death gift with her bare toes and hit the enemy. A very aggressive girl, with cornflower-colored eyes. She has such wit and a streak of strength!

Natasha fired a burst and bared her teeth:

- For Holy Rus'!

Zoya was shooting very actively and bared her teeth, showing her pearly teeth:

- I am a warrior of that level that never fades!

Augustina also fired. She mowed down the fascists and gurgled:

- I am a warrior with great ambitions!

And she bared her pearly teeth!

Svetlana confirmed:

- Very big ambitions!

Natasha threw a lemon with her bare foot and sang:

- From the sky...

Zoya also threw a grenade with her bare fingers and said:

- Star...

Augustina launched the gift of death with her bare foot and sang:

- Bright...

Svetlana also threw a grenade, using her bare foot, and said:

- Khrustalina!

Natasha fired a burst and hissed:

- I'll tell you...

Zoya launched the gift of death with her bare fingers, hissing:

- A song...

Augustine kicked the thing that brings death with her bare heel and squeaked:

- I'll sing...

Natasha continued, singing aggressively:

- About...

Zoya threw an explosive packet with her bare foot, scattering the fascists and squealed:

- My dear...

Augustina kicked a bunch of grenades with her bare heel and said:

- Stalin!

October has already passed and November has arrived. And it"s almost winter.

And barefoot pioneers fight almost in winter in the Caucasus Mountains. Children demonstrate colossal courage.

And they show themselves to be brave.

And the song sounds again;

We are pioneers, children of communism,

Fire, tent and copper forge...

We will crush Naval with ease the fascism,

Which awaits a furious defeat!

And the girl with the red tie throws an explosive packet with her bare toes, tearing the Fritz apart.

After which he will sing:

- Glory to the era of communism!

We will stop the onslaught of fascism!

And the boy who burned the heel of his bare foot will also start to cry:

- For the greatness of the planet of communism!

Children are very courageous fighters. Although sometimes such wild tortures await them.

However, even small children fought against the fascists. Boys and girls threw homemade explosive packages at German tanks, self-propelled guns, and infantry.

Some used small catapults and large slingshots, which proved to be very effective.

Children are generally such a people, cheerful and inclined to heroism. Although their bare feet are red from the cold, like goose feet. But their will is unshakable.

The pioneers fought very courageously. They knew what fascist captivity meant.

For example, the girl Marinka fell into the clutches of the fascists. Her bare feet were oiled and placed near a brazier. The flames almost licked the girl's bare heels, roughened from long periods of walking barefoot. The torture lasted for about fifteen minutes, until the soles of her feet were covered in blisters. Then, the girl's bare feet were untied. And they asked questions again. They beat her with rubber hoses on her naked body.

Then they passed the current... Marinka was tortured until she lost consciousness ten times during the interrogation. And then they let her rest. When her bare feet healed a little, they smeared them with oil again and brought the brazier again. This torture can be repeated many times. And torment with electricity, and whip with rubber hoses.

They tortured Marinka for six months. Until she went blind and grey from the torture. After that they buried her alive in the ground. They didn't even waste a bullet.

The Nazis whipped pioneer Vasya on his naked body with hot wire.

Then they burned his bare heels with hot iron strips. The boy couldn't stand it and screamed, but he still didn't give up his comrades.

The Nazis dissolved him alive in hydrochloric acid. And that's terrible pain.

Such monsters, these Fritzes... They tortured the Komsomol member with an iron. Then they hung her on the rack, lifted her up and threw her down. Then they started burning her with a red-hot crowbar. They tore out her breasts with tongs. Then they literally tore off her nose with red-hot pliers.

The girl was tortured to death... All her fingers and a leg were broken. Another Komsomol member, Anna, was impaled. And when she was dying, they burned her with torches.

In short, the fascists mocked as they could and as they wanted. They tortured and tormented everyone.

Natasha and her team were still fighting in the encirclement. The girls used their bare, graceful feet in the fight, and threw grenades. They fought off the superior forces of the Fritzes. They held on very courageously, and were not going to retreat.

Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova are trying to hold back the fascists in the sky. The girls are wearing bikinis and barefoot. And both are very beautiful and very combative babes.

Anastasia fights and maneuvers. Her fighter performs a loop-the-loop and knocks down a German Focke-Wulf. And she uses her bare toes to do it.

The girl doesn't forget to cry:

- I am a super class fighter!

Akulina also shoots at the enemy. And she does it accurately. And she also uses her bare toes.

And roars at the top of his lungs:

- Glory to communism!

The Caucasus is already on the brink of collapse, and it is becoming more and more dramatic.

And the Germans are savage and use torture. The German girls especially love to torture the pioneers.

Here Gerda and Charlotte undressed a boy of about thirteen. And began to tickle the pioneer. Seryozhka laughed and purred. Then Gerda brought the lighter to the boy's bare, round heel. The flame licked the pioneer's slightly rough sole. He cried out in pain. Blisters appeared.

The German girls giggled:

- It will be great!

And they began to whip the boy. He moaned and began to scream. Especially when the girls began to bring torches with fire to his bare feet. Then the pioneers applied a red-hot iron to his bare chest and the boy lost consciousness.

Yes, German warriors are at their best. It's a normal thing for them to torture a boy.

Torture, however, was not limited to boys, but also to Komsomol girls. Girls were stripped and led to the rack. There they were hoisted, forced to bend and literally writhe in pain, beauties. And a brazier was lit under the girls' bare feet, threatening to char their soles.

How the Komsomol girls screamed in wild pain... How cruel it all was. And the fascists inhaled the smell of burnt flesh into their nostrils and laughed, slapped each other on the thighs and screamed:

- Heil Fuhrer! We will kill them all!

And again, torture and torment of people. It is especially interesting to torture the pioneers. The boys are beaten to death, and then salt is sprinkled on their wounds and they are forced to moan. Yes, it is extremely unpleasant.

And when they also use hot wire, it becomes much more painful.

And children fight too. And pioneers go into battle. Who meet the enemy with Molotov cocktails and shots from guns.

The boys and girls are emaciated and scratched as always in battle. And they fight bravely and extremely desperately.

How many of their children die and are left torn apart.

German pilots Gertrude and Adala, slapping their bare feet, climbed into the two-seater HE-528, a jet machine - a monster with twenty aircraft cannons.

It just rained and the girls left behind graceful, very clear traces of their bare feet.

They were so tempting that the teenagers serving at the airfield greedily devoured the bare footprints with their eyes, and even the boys began to swell with perfection. In general, there were many female pilots - combat operations showed that women differ in equal conditions by twice the survival rate of men. And therefore, they are effective. And Hitler-Rommel, or more precisely the Field Marshal-Fuhrer, of course, is not such a person to pity anyone.

In the Third Reich itself, polygamy was officially introduced - the right to four wives. This is very practical. But it does not fit into Christian traditions very well. It is not for nothing that fascism is looking for a new form of religion. The Fuhrer-Field Marshal insists that it should be monotheism, but such a special one - with a pantheon of pagan, ancient Germanic gods. Of course, Hitler himself is placed above all in this pantheon as the herald and messenger of the Most High God.

So the Fuhrer, of course, really likes to cultivate himself.

Here comes the new year 1962. January and fierce battles are going on, although in this region it is not cold in general.

And on the approaches to Baku, the pioneers are digging trenches. There are children of different nationalities here. In particular, many bright heads flash by. There are red-haired, black and fair-haired children.

One thing unites them: faith in the triumph of communism and bare feet. It is clear that not everyone has shoes during the war, and so, as a sign of solidarity, all the children show off their bare, round heels. Winter in Transcaucasia is quite mild, and when you move and work with shovels, the cold is not so terrible.

The children work with enthusiasm and sing:

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!

The cry of the pioneers - always be ready!

And here the alarm sounds again. Boys and girls jump to the bottom of the trench. And shells are already starting to explode from above: the enemy artillery is working.

Pashka asked Masha:

- Well, do you think we can resist?

The girl answered confidently:

- Let us stand firm at least once, in the most difficult hour!

Pioneer Sashka logically noted:

- Our heroism is unshakable.

The boy tapped his bare sole on the stones. Apparently the boy had developed some serious calluses.

The girl Tamara noticed:

- We will fight without fear,

We will fight without a single step back...

Let the shirt be thickly soaked with blood -

Turn more enemies into hell for the knight!

The boy Ruslan, a pioneer with black hair, noted:

- Centuries will pass, an era will come,

In which there will be no suffering and lies...

Fight for this until your last breath -

Serve your country with all your heart!

The boy Oleg, thin and fair-haired, chirped out a poem:

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,

Lighting the way for communism!

The boys and girls applauded in unison.

But now jet attack aircraft are flying and dropping bombs. And this is an aggressive approach.

Oleg and Sashka raised the slingshot and launched the gift of death. And the barrel hit the Hitlerite stormtrooper.

The girl Natasha sang:

- Komsomol is not only an age,

Komsomol is my destiny!

I believe we will conquer space,

Let's live forever!

Ahmed, a young pioneer from Azerbaijan, answered with a smile:

- You're not a Komsomol member yet, Natasha!

The girl stamped her bare foot angrily and answered in a singsong voice:

Next to the fathers, with a cheerful song,

We are for the Komsomol...

The era of bright years is approaching,

The cry of the pioneers is: always be prepared!

The cry of the pioneers is: always be prepared!

Oleg also stamped his bare, childish foot and roared:

Squeeze the hammer tighter, proletarian,

With a titanium hand, breaking the yoke...

We will sing a thousand arias to our Motherland,

And light to the descendants, goodness!

The children are delighted. And indeed, the Germans bombed, and only one girl got a piece of shrapnel in her bare, round, pink heel.

The pioneer screamed, but immediately bit her lip.

And so they got ready to repel the attack. And tanks with fascists are already coming. The menacing "Tigers"-5 are moving. Such powerful and dangerous machines.

They have such protection that you can't penetrate them from any angle. You can't penetrate them from any angle. The only chance is to break the tracks.

The children are ready for a fight, and are waving their bare feet. Here they are on a wire pushing packages with homemade explosives under the fascists' tracks. It goes off and destroys the rollers of Rommel's army tanks.

And it looks menacing.

Sashka squeaks:

- Glory to communism!

The boy Pashka shoots with a slingshot together with Oleg and squeals:

- Glory to the pioneers!

The boy Ruslan, together with the girl Sufi, drags a mine under the German with a wire and shouts:

- Glory to the USSR!

Children from Azerbaijan and Russian boys fight. Tanned, skinny, barefoot pioneers, against a colossal armada of tanks.

The girl Tamara stamps her graceful, small, bare foot and says:

- Glory to Russia, glory!

Pioneer Akhmet confirms, firing at the enemy:

- We are a friendly family together!

The boy Ramzan, a red-haired Azerbaijani, confirms, stopping the car:

- With the word we are a hundred thousand I!

The children are friendly... Here is the Armenian girl Azatuhi, also deftly using wire to move an explosive package under the fascist's caterpillar, and squeals:

- USSR is a family of nations!

Another Armenian girl, Agas, says:

- We will not bend to fascism:

And the girl pulled the wire with her bare toes. Many Azerbaijani and Armenian children have light hair, and they are indistinguishable from Slavic children, of whom there are also many. Those who left the Germans far away, other Russian families settled in Azerbaijan even under the tsars.

There are many Slavs in the Caucasus. Many mixed couples. And the children usually have lighter hair than their parents. And the Slavic guys are so tanned that you can't tell them apart from the locals. Especially since the children are usually more similar than the adults.

So the international Soviet battalion of boys and girls fights, and they are all united, and very similar. Their bare heels flash as they move.

And again children send gifts of death. Shamil and Seryozhka, both young pioneers, pull the wire. And then the German E-50 stops with a punctured track.

The boys sing in chorus:

An indestructible union of free republics,

It was not brute force or fear that united us...

And the good will of enlightened people,

And friendship and reason, and courage in dreams!

And the children are delighted. They smile with white, even teeth. And they are happy, even though they are threatened with death.

And the Germans are pushing forward. The destroyed tanks are firing their cannons and their machine guns are chattering.

Some German vehicles are equipped with grenade launchers and are very dangerous.

The boy Maksimka and the girl Zara from Azerbaijan, pushing with their bare feet, pulled a mine under the enemy and knocked out the fascist mastodon.

And they shouted at the top of their lungs:

- For the USSR!

Children are so cheerful.

Pioneers Abbas and Vladimir also use weapons. In this case, a catapult and destroy the Nazi's E-75 caterpillar. After which the boys sang:

- For the greatness of the planet under the cover of communism!

Oleg and Abdula are also pioneers of different nations, but with one heart, they also launch explosives. They hit E-100 and sing...

We opened the planets to the nations,

The path into space, to unseen worlds...

The feats of heroism are sung -

To erase the scar of death forever!


Under the Sacred Banner of Russia,

In peace, friendship, happiness and love...

People all over the world will become happier,

The darkness of hell will dissipate into the distance!

There are fighting children here...

Abdurrahman and Svetlana - an Azerbaijani boy and a girl from Belarus together pulled wire and knocked out a fascist tank. And they sang:

- The great name of sacred Russia,

Shines over the world like a ray of sunshine...

I believe in unity we will become happier,

Let us show all nations the right path!

The children are very brave. And the Nazis are simply shocked by such stubborn and furious resistance.

Abudurrahman is a pioneer, he got a shrapnel in his bare sole. It pierced the callused surface of the child's foot.

The boy hissed:

- It hurts!

Svetlana also got hit in the round heel and her shoulder was scratched. But the girl hissed:

- You can't break the pioneers!

Azim and Kolka also rammed the German car.

The boys pointed with a wire and sang:

The treacherous enemy went on the offensive,

But I believe that the Soviet people will not waver...

The enemy awaits defeat and oblivion,

And the glory of Russia will blossom even more!

The enemy awaits: defeat and oblivion,

And the glory of Russia will blossom even more!

Children are brave and do not bend. And they want to win. And they sing and fight.

The Germans are suffering heavy losses. True, their tracks and rollers are mostly broken. And that's not fatal.

It's worse for the pioneers who were captured.

When the boy Abdulhamid was captured, the Nazis hoisted him up on the rack. They put the young pioneer's bare feet in the stocks and started hanging weights on the hooks. And then they lit a fire. And the fire licked the boy's bare heels. And a whip fell on his back. They beat him for a long time. And then the fascists started breaking his ribs with red-hot pincers.

The boy, dying under torture, when his ribs were crushed by the red iron heat, sang:

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!

Despite all the heroism, Baku fell in March 1962. And almost the entire Caucasus was under the control of the coalition and the Third Reich. The war continued and Trump continued to fight, showing himself as a supermonster destroying Soviet Russia. And only the angels in the highest heavens know how it will end.