Рыбаченко Олег Павлович
Stalin , Putin and September Rain

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    It's September 1950. Peace reigns, and the USSR is recovering from a brutal war. Factories and plants are being built, children are being born. Polygamy has been introduced, and the country needs to recuperate. But the adventures continue, with different characters and different storylines.
  Stalin , Putin and September Rain
  ANNOTATION.
  It's September 1950. Peace reigns, and the USSR is recovering from a brutal war. Factories and plants are being built, children are being born. Polygamy has been introduced, and the country needs to recuperate. But the adventures continue, with different characters and different storylines.
  CHAPTER No 1.
  Stalin and Putin moved south. For warmer weather. It gets cold in the fall and drizzles begin. The dictator's mood wasn't the best. Hitler had been quiet for now, but an attack could be expected at any moment.
  Although the fascists probably won't come in the fall. It's not the right season. But they might strike in the spring.
  Stalin-Putin lay on an inflatable mattress, while a dozen girls simultaneously gave him massages, and it was wonderful. And how he longed to look younger. And there's an entire institute in the USSR working on this.
  At the same time, you can take it and listen to how the girls sing, and their voices are full-bodied.
  I suffer in the pitch-black heat of hell,
  Loving Russia with heart and soul!
  Just one look is enough for me,
  I will be with you forever, Motherland!
  
  Let the nightmare scorch me with its breath,
  I swear to you, my homeland, I will not betray you!
  And even though the flesh is filled with suffering,
  I will give my blood and my life for you!
  
  A crazy heart asks for terrible revenge,
  The enemies of Rus' torment and burn me!
  I will not lose my dignity and honor,
  The spirit of heavenly fire is burning!
  
  I will not betray my country for a moment,
  My machine gun is loaded and firing!
  Our people are noble and great,
  The Russian warrior wins the battle!
  That's how the girls sang and danced with their bare, tanned, muscular legs. They were, shall we say, such wonderful stunners. Or, more accurately, Komsomol members. They had so much charm and coolness-it was mind-blowing. That was truly superb.
  Stalin-Putin roared at the top of his lungs:
  - I'm superman, I'm jelteman...
  I am a son of my era...
  Uncle Sam will be defeated,
  I'm doing well!
  After which he grabs the girl's breast and licks her nipple, red as a fresh rose, with his tongue. The Komsomolka even purrs with pleasure. How wonderful.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  All you women are bitches,
  With a sharp needle...
  Who is not your first?
  That one is already the second!
  That's how he sings - the great Stalin, who can destroy and burn everything. True, he's afraid of Hitler. Apparently, they haven't dealt with this monster yet.
  The Young Pioneers are marching. They stomp their bare, sunburned feet, their calloused soles, and sing:
  We are the pioneers, the children of communism -
  Fire, tent and 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,
  A waterfall of countless bombs fell down!
  We are the Fatherland, even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has arrived!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although we ourselves are, alas, small in stature!
  But the sword is 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 the three of us!
  Let the police aim meanly at the 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 -
  A 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 in battle like a scythe -
  Our youth is no obstacle for us!
  
  Victory achievement will be in May,
  There's 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 faiths,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  And the bare feet of the pioneers march along the sharp stones of the path. And it looks so beautiful. And it's good to be a boy, thought Stalin-Putin.
  Look at the straight feet of boys, unlike those of adults, who are smelly, hairy, and crooked. It was not for nothing that Hitler wrote that Slavs have beautiful children and young women, but grown men look disgusting, as do older women. And he was right about that - age spoils people. Here is Stalin, aged, graying, with a balding crown. In real history, he doesn't have much time left. True, unlike Stalin, he has still toned down his body from the pernicious habit of smoking, and if he drinks, it's a little good Georgian wine. And alcohol in small doses is even healthy. It's like a seasoning - it makes food tasty, but if you have too much of it, you risk getting an ulcer. And salt and sugar are necessary in moderation. But the war has really worn us out. And the soul of Stalin-Putin is already so old. A mass of memories, including of a past, also quite turbulent life. When he finally started the Second World War, he regretted it more than once.
  It seemed like it would be an easy stroll through Kyiv with a cane . But contrary to expectations, the fighting became protracted and brutal.
  What a day for you, my dear! To drag Russia into such a war, and then transfer yourself into Stalin's body without ever finishing it. And what will his descendants think of him? And how will his successor conduct things? Will it turn out like under Stalin, when Nikita Khrushchev convened the Twentieth Congress, which is quite likely.
  Oh well. But there are beautiful girls here. They have slender, muscular figures. Their legs, breasts, hips, and waists are all good. And the girls have nice faces, too. They're wonderful beauties.
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  There is no one cooler than me in the world,
  The greatest and mightiest ruler...
  Girls eat ice cream boldly,
  Where is the Fuhrer cuckoo, strangler!
  The girls were jumping up and down like monkeys. They're so beautiful. And it's so nice to look at them. And it's really cool to touch their breasts or thighs. It's so good to have girls around. They're so wonderful and cool.
  The girls walked past the chieftain again, leaving graceful barefoot footprints. And they were so beautiful, like an ornament.
  Stalin-Putin took and sang:
  Glory to our beautiful Motherland,
  Where cranes circle in the sky...
  It is dangerous to argue with the Russian army,
  And the enemy is evil, completely zero!
  After which the leader said with a smile:
  - Come on, Pioneers, sing! Delight us with your singing and wonderful voices.
  The pioneers, wearing red ties, white shirts, and shorts, stamped their bare, tanned feet. And then they began to sing in their pure, magnificent voices.
  A fairytale forest lies before us,
  Children are marching on the grass...
  It feels good on bare feet,
  We will receive gifts from Santa Claus!
  
  We Swedes are very simple people,
  The young ones have very tender faces...
  Boys and girls are always barefoot,
  Even across the field they rush snow-white!
  
  God loves children, very much,
  Wants to make everyone in the universe happy...
  The child's heart will become omnipotent,
  We are a big, bland team!
  
  I, Svante, am an ordinary child,
  In the world of fairy tales, I found myself jokingly...
  My voice is very loud,
  That's where I remained a boy!
  
  I twitter like a very young nightingale,
  Like a winged bird he soared...
  It is necessary to strike with a cast-iron blow,
  For a new ruler to be born!
  
  Svante the boy walks barefoot,
  Along the forest path they pick pine cones...
  Don't judge the child harshly,
  He will be a brave, courageous boy!
  
  Soon the boy will come to a fork in the road,
  Where an evil stone awaits him...
  For lunch you need a knife and fork,
  But the child has bare feet!
  
  It won't become prey for Koschei,
  And will not fall under sharp pincers...
  The enemy's head will remain bullish,
  Let the blood flow in bright streams!
  
  We will fight for Sweden,
  Like warriors of heavenly power...
  We can even fight with Koschei,
  Even if he fights unfairly!
  
  That boy, don't get on your knees,
  Show your mighty character...
  For the sake of a new dream of generations,
  Let's ram the boat with a torpedo!
  
  This is the kind of strength we will have,
  Everything will explode and really fall apart...
  Choke the crocodile, boy,
  And buy yourself some luck for an hour!
  
  Get into a tough boxer stance,
  Split the Fuhrer's jaw sharply...
  So that there is no stupid thief,
  A bride from God has appeared!
  
  To make the universe more beautiful,
  So that the young men would be made of steel...
  So that children grow up the happiest of all,
  Having seen the elfinism!
  
  My people are the Sweden of the world,
  A country that does not suffer in war...
  You can't describe Shakespeare with a pen,
  At least sometimes a person goes hungry!
  
  I am the boy who flies,
  When a falcon dreams at night...
  He dreams of a military feat,
  To sing many songs in battle!
  
  The Swedes fought Peter fiercely,
  They showed their heroism and valor...
  But we had to leave the battle quietly,
  And sometimes our conscience bit us!
  
  Charlemagne is now a failure,
  The Swedes have lost the Baltics...
  So, boy, solve the problem book,
  May there be changes in the soul!
  
  The boys will gallop dashingly on horseback,
  They will boldly fight with their enemies...
  And the Swedes will give back fiercely,
  Believe me, retreat is not an option for us!
  
  In the open field the ears of corn turn yellow,
  The maples are turning golden...
  The girl will enter with her bare foot,
  The foot will surely be hardened!
  
  We will be able to turn our enemies into corpses,
  To win despite bitter fate...
  After all, our grandfathers died for us,
  Washing down your bread with moonshine!
  
  I'm a boy who fights,
  Defeating the horde of infidels...
  And then the boy laughs loudly,
  Dispersing all the fogs to pieces!
  
  Why did the aspen bend its branches?
  Her leaves have faded...
  We will have the middle of the world,
  And if necessary, we will reach the point!
  
  The Swedish army will be harsh,
  Having crossed over to Moscow lands...
  And we will build a new order,
  The world of love is like the evening bell!
  
  The lush roses are blooming,
  How beautiful it is in a free universe...
  Frosts retreat with thunderstorms,
  Our world will be great and happy!
  
  I pray to God the wise to make it so,
  So that my youth is not wasted...
  So that I don"t become a gray-haired grandfather,
  Let your youth shine brightly!
  
  So the world will never go out,
  The stars will burn forever in the sky...
  True happiness will come to people,
  So that what you know is impossible!
  
  I want with my hot heart,
  To soar like an eagle into the sky...
  Receive the gift of great luck,
  So that the dead may rise again at once!
  
  Mighty Thor will give us a reward,
  For the sake of Sweden, the bright power...
  And we will keep joy in our hearts,
  Endless love, loud glory!
  
  Don't believe the lies - there is no God,
  There is joy in every heart...
  Let's bring the enemy to justice,
  Let grief and old age disappear then!
  
  Don't grieve about the past, people,
  There will be great happiness soon...
  Even though the children's bare feet are cold,
  The sun rises, the bad weather passes!
  Stalin-Putin clapped their hands. And his entourage, including the Komsomol members, applauded aggressively.
  The boys jumped up and even stood on their hands and kicked their bare, childish legs.
  The space girl bowed and sang:
  You can do everything, you are the strongest,
  You are the most powerful and cool fighter...
  The Fuhrer is bald and retarded,
  Stalin, you are like a father to us!
  This is truly a magnificent song. And the girls dance. And they even take off their bras and flash their ruby nipples.
  That's how great it is. And cool...
  Stalin and Putin thought it would be a good idea to create a single-seater tank . Even in the twenty-first century, modern Russia hasn't managed to do so. Although such a machine would be more compact and effective. And if fighters can be single-seat, even with nine cannons, then why not make a tank or self-propelled gun similar? Work is underway in the USSR, although very carefully, so as not to alarm Hitler.
  Especially when it comes to the atomic bomb. It's truly very dangerous. For such a thing, the Führer would launch an invasion that the USSR would be unable to repel. And then it would be the end of everything.
  For now, the Nazis have other priorities. Hitler, in particular, wants to make a manned flight to Mars. And that's the bloodsucker's dream. Well, what can he do? And the Nazis want to make it happen.
  So much the better, no matter what the child amuses itself with, as long as it doesn't hang itself. Or attack the USSR.
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  Blood was spilled in a continuous fog,
  A swarm of luminaries glows crimson...
  We will raise the banner of the fatherland,
  Lord, you inspired me to perform this feat!
  One of the Komsomol girls said:
  - There is no God!
  Stalin-Putin muttered:
  - And me!
  And the girls, stomping their bare, slender feet and barely covered in bikinis, sang:
  You are perfection itself,
  You are perfection itself,
  From a smile to a gesture,
  Beyond all praise!
  Stalin-Putin joined in singing:
  - Oh, what bliss,
  Oh what bliss,
  To know that I am perfect,
  To know that I am ideal!
  The girls howled and jumped up and screamed:
  - Genius, genius Stalin! Genius, genius Stalin!
  The genius part might be a bit over the top. Although, in real history, Stalin achieved a great deal. And judging by his leadership, he's nothing if not a genius. Perhaps his victories were bought at a very high price. Such a bloody genius. Just like Lenin!
  But overall, they created a highly developed state. Although Tsarist Russia was also great.
  Stalin-Putin croaked:
  - Okay, enough singing! Let's watch a new movie!
  And they actually turned on the film. And the light was covered with a plastic dome. So you could watch it without leaving the pool.
  They showed a film about the pioneers and how they bravely fought the Nazis.
  In particular, they were led by a boy of about thirteen named Timur. He wore shorts, was barefoot, and had fair hair. At least that's how he was depicted. Although, apparently, in the previous version, Timur had black hair, and, unlike the other boys, he wore shoes. There were also girls on the Pioneer team. Naturally, they were also barefoot, tanned, and attractive.
  The children first dug a trench. They worked energetically with shovels. The boys were bare-chested, muscular, and tanned, but most had fair hair. Their muscles rippled beneath their skin. Naturally, the actors were strong and well-built.
  Then, of course, the battle was shown. German attack aircraft attacked. Timur and his crew met them with rockets made from plywood planks.
  Among the boys was a golden-haired Komsomol girl, wearing a short skirt and very seductive, bare, tanned, muscular legs. She ran, her bare, round heels sparkling.
  Stalin-Putin felt a thrill and excitement. He really wanted to grab the girl's leg. He grabbed another girl standing next to him, pulled her close, and kissed her on the lips. What a pleasure it was to kiss girls.
  The Pioneers began launching birdhouse-like structures made of plywood and sawdust. They were guided by a pea-sized infrared beacon, using the heat from the jet exhaust of Nazi planes. Now that was truly remarkable. This is some guidance. And it was crafted by the genius Oleg Rybachenko. Now that's really cool.
  Young warriors, both boys and girls, flashed by with their bare, slightly dusty heels. This is how they worked.
  And the grass all around was green, scorched in places. And wildflowers were growing. How wonderful it was.
  Boys and girls aimed and ignited these rockets using a string soaked in gasoline. And they flew high, finding their targets in the sky.
  Timur, while firing, even began to sing:
  You see the columns built from books,
  The heroes came out and became heroes...
  Only in struggle can one find happiness,
  Gaidar is walking ahead,
  Gaidar is leading the way!
  And the children were very clever. They used small radio-guided vehicles against the tanks, loaded with coal dust explosives. It tore the rollers apart and ripped apart the tracks.
  These are real child inventors.
  Mighty, squat, long-barreled "E" series tanks are advancing, and the young warriors are firing at them. It almost seems like a kind of turtle crawling, leaving behind stripes of earth churned up by their tracks. And then there are the fascists trying to attack on motorcycles. And a lot of them are actually dying.
  And the child warriors shoot with great accuracy from slingshots with poisonous prongs. Now that's what they're all about. And their feet are so nimble, their bare toes swiping like monkey paws.
  And the young warriors are jumping and laughing! And the children, it must be said, are beautiful. And the pioneers have red ties around their necks. The boys have lean, sinewy bodies, with tanned skin and defined muscles. And the children's abs are like chocolate bars.
  So these boys took the car and put it under the tracks. That's how wonderful they are. And the girls are no less impressive. Here are several of Hitler's tanks stopped. Their rollers were destroyed, and their tracks were torn. And plumes of smoke were shooting into the sky. And it was incredibly cool. These are the pioneers - tanned, strong, and agile. The boys have neat hairdos with fair hair, and the girls have long hair and braids.
  There's the red-haired girl Lara, so nimble. Her bare feet splashed into a puddle, splashing the muddy water.
  Lara is a beautiful girl, and she has pearly teeth. And she bares them.
  She started singing, and the other children started singing in chorus:
  My beloved country Russia,
  Silver snowdrift and golden fields...
  My bride will look more beautiful in it,
  We will make the whole world happy!
  
  Wars roar like hellish fires,
  The fluff of flowering poplars is in disgrace!
  The conflict burns with cannibalistic heat,
  Roar, fascist megaphone, kill everyone!
  
  The evil Wehrmacht broke through to the Moscow region,
  The monster made the city burn...
  The kingdom of the underworld came to Earth,
  Satan himself brought an army to the Fatherland!
  
  The mother is crying - her son was torn to pieces,
  The hero is killed - having gained immortality!
  Such a chain is a heavy burden,
  When a hero became weak as a child!
  
  The houses are charred - the widows are shedding tears,
  The crows flocked to grab the corpses...
  Barefoot, in rags - the maidens are all new,
  The bandit takes everything that is not his!
  
  Lord Savior - the lips call,
  Come quickly to sinful Earth!
  Let Tartarus turn into a sweet paradise,
  And the pawn will find its way to the queen!
  
  The time will come when evil will not last forever,
  The Soviet bayonet will pierce the Nazi snake!
  After all, if our goals are humane,
  We will cut down the Hades-Wehrmacht at the root!
  
  We will enter Berlin to the sound of the drum,
  The Reichstag under the scarlet red flag!
  For the holiday we will eat a bunch or two of bananas,
  After all, they didn"t know kalach during the entire war!
  
  Will children understand the harsh military labor,
  What did we fight for? That is the question.
  A good world will come - know that a new one will come soon,
  The Most High God - Christ - will resurrect everyone!
  The children sang and continued to fight, and the boys and girls displayed incredible and unwavering valor and courage.
  CHAPTER No 2.
  Troops under Oleg Rybachenko's command crossed the equator and founded a new city there. They began building a fortress and a mausoleum. Meanwhile, the eternal boy continued to write something remarkable and interesting.
  A girl, especially one who is young, is a wonderful creature. Her skin is soft, smooth, clear, and smells wonderful. And her figure is rarely plump or overweight. In this regard, the fair sex is beautiful because of its youth.
  And when a girl has blonde hair, it's doubly beautiful. And I think no one will argue with that. Their scents are so enticing and appetizing.
  And if it's a female, she'll be super and a warrior! That's simply wonderful!
  And here comes Elena and her crew riding in the tank. It's a brand-new MP-3, with a 130mm cannon, from the newly released zero-production batch. But it's already capable of proving its worth.
  And the warriors fire this cannon. The MP-3 is built with a modern design, powerful at seventy tons, yet compact, and has a powerful diesel engine, so it drives well and can reach speeds of up to sixty kilometers per hour on the highway. And this tank can also ram. An effective machine.
  Elena noted:
  - It's a pity it's not in production yet, but we'll soon beat the Nazis on the battlefield!
  Elizabeth noted:
  "The Fritzes are already running out of steam! And their Italian allies are fleeing. So victory is a matter of months."
  And the girl pressed the joystick button with her bare toes, sending a lethal projectile flying. It flew past and struck the Nazi howitzer, flipping it over.
  These are truly barefoot and bikini-clad girls. Such wonderful warriors. A floor that could be called beautiful, and it certainly is.
  Ekaterina is also a super girl, she noted, slightly exposing her scarlet nipple, with love:
  - Russia is a wonderful country, and it has charm!
  Efrasinia agreed:
  "Yes, there's something special about it, something divinely chosen that other countries don't have. In that sense, it's unique. And we want to rule the world!"
  And the four girls on the tank began to sing with pathos:
  At sea the brigantine is like an eagle,
  Swift, playful, majestic...
  Svarog the great treasure spread,
  May strength, wisdom and glory be with us!
  
  We girls were born to fight,
  To strike the vile, hairy bears...
  In the name of the Family and His country,
  To heal the poor and hunchbacked!
  
  We love God the Lord Christ,
  Belobog himself is his companion in labors...
  For us, the Almighty Rod replaced our father,
  There will be no more darkness, graves and cemeteries!
  
  When the Supreme God Svarog comes,
  I believe all the orc hordes will immediately disappear...
  We will open an endless account of victories,
  Those who were evil will perish by the sword!
  
  The girls make good fighters,
  The beauties are swift in their movements...
  The warriors are just great,
  Tinned beauties in the screaming throats!
  
  To rush across the waves on a brigantine,
  And they cut through the surface of the sea water...
  We are lively beyond our years,
  The girl will turn her bare foot!
  
  I am a karateka - you won't find a better one,
  I'm also used to fighting with a sword...
  The girl looks no more than twenty,
  And he fights the boy very well!
  
  Nothing can hold back my beauty,
  It cannot be measured with a common yardstick...
  When I defeat the orc army,
  I make you believe in your strength!
  God did not deprive me of beauty,
  A natural blonde like the sun...
  And above me a cherub hovering,
  And karate is not the domain of the Japanese!
  
  I love to scatter the snow barefoot,
  And hit him in the chin with a bare heel...
  I will celebrate cosmic success,
  Because the defeat is a typo!
  
  After all, even if the guy is really cool,
  I'll knock him down with one blow, believe me...
  You'll strain your navel fighting with me,
  I'll douse the sensei with turpentine!
  
  In what unknown country now,
  We are cool girls and we live...
  We'll break even Satan's back,
  Let the evil Cain be destroyed!
  
  That's why I don't understand girls,
  I love to beat guys up brutally...
  He likes a fist in the face,
  You were a man, and now you're a cripple!
  
  There will be Solcenism on the planet,
  Faith in the God of Light Rodoverie...
  Then we will have to build communism for a long time,
  It's just stupidity, superstition!
  
  We can sink any frigate,
  Send legions of orcs to the bottom...
  When Petrograd was on the map,
  Millions died to build it!
  
  The grin is of human fangs,
  Although not wolfish, it is quite understandable...
  Get reliable rear fighters,
  Believe me, the catch will be very impressive!
  
  The girl is a real filibuster,
  Even Superman can be robbed...
  You were a beggar, but now you are a noble sir,
  Such a change has come!
  
  Here comes the assault again - we're going to board,
  The girls are in a very frantic attack...
  This is the kind of crew we got,
  What craves change and a new fight!
  
  When we crush our enemies with the sword,
  And we'll chop off the heads of the orcs...
  Any troubles will be nothing,
  The planet will become a real paradise!
  
  Well, Lord Svarog is so good,
  Girls and boys have fun in it...
  We will not sell our Fatherland for a penny,
  At least we'll definitely get some bumps and bruises!
  
  Here we are carrying noble booty,
  Our pockets are now full of gold...
  And we'll just cut off the goblin's head,
  As I write at the orcs, it rains from my machine gun!
  So the girls sang with great pathos and panache. And they continued to crush the Fritzes. The battle was fought at altitude.
  Overall, the Tsarist army had already stabilized the front in central Europe, while in Africa, the United States, and the south it was conducting a counteroffensive. The fighting was, as they say, seesaw-like. It was extremely tense.
  Oleg Rybachenko and a barefoot team of boys and girls repelled the Nazi attacks. And the monster children themselves launched attacks. Acting with panache.
  And with their bare toes, boys and girls hurled devastating grenades and annihilation peas. That's how they really went wild. It was simply a high-caliber combat action. Not children, but, let's say, heroes.
  Oleg and Margarita even took up swords and started chopping off the Nazis' heads. It was a katana-style combat technique. And heads of cabbage fell from their shoulders.
  A children's special forces unit attacked Nazi tanks. The young warriors hurled peas of annihilation directly into the barrels. This resulted in breech ruptures and damage to the guns. A similar firing pin was fired. And the child warriors were delighted.
  And so they all blew at once, sticking their bare toes into their mouths, and whistled. And the power of their whistle was colossal. A battalion of boys and girls whistled. And the crows and vultures suffered a crushing blow to the brain, losing consciousness and passing out.
  This was a deadly effect of ultrasound.
  So you can't resist the children's special forces.
  Oleg noted that the Nazis' initial successes were partly due to tactical surprise. Although April 20th was a suitable date for the invasion. And frankly, the blow was powerful. And the Nazi tanks-especially the Panther-4 and Tiger-4, as well as the small self-propelled guns-were quite good.
  Take, for example, the Mangust self-propelled gun, manned by just one person, in this case a ten-year-old boy named Peter. And I must say, he's doing a pretty good job. He knocks out a Russian Peter the Great tank, and it's burning like a torch. Explosions roar, and the ammunition detonates. Totalitarian destruction ensues.
  Peter sings while lying down and controlling a small but nimble self-propelled gun.
  My homeland Germany,
  Strive to conquer the whole world...
  The fierce lion is truly my kin,
  Let Russia go to lunch!
  And so the boy warrior sang. Only ten, but that's a plus. The Mangust self-propelled guns are so small and yet so fast that they're hard to hit. They operate with extreme energy, I must say.
  Peter then sings and shoots:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  In a fight with the Russians, the boy should not be timid...
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know that everything will be wonderful and okay!
  The boy really knows how to kill. Then the Russian artillery started firing, and the young warrior began throwing his tank from side to side.
  But Russia is also urgently developing similar miniature self-propelled guns, the "Tsarevich." And the first one enters the battle. And on it is a boy named Petya, about ten years old. It's even somehow symbolic-Peter versus Peter. And a fierce battle ensues. The Russian boy, also at high speed, pummels the Nazis and sings:
  Don't give up, don't give up, don't give up,
  And defeat the evil fascists, the filthy ones,
  Smile, smile, smile,
  Know victories and successes are ahead!
  That's how the boy from Russia really got going. As the saying goes, a stone met a stone. Tanks and garrisons are burning, and howitzers are overturned. A deadly impact is taking place on both sides.
  Petka noted the pressure of his bare, childish feet on the joystick buttons:
  Soar up, falcons, like eagles,
  Glory to the Father Tsar, may he be with us!
  What a child terminator! Well, both sides are worthy of each other. And the fighters, though young, are excellent. They fight better than adults. And their little, bare, childish feet are so nimble.
  Petka exclaimed, causing the steel panther to catch fire:
  - What a fire! How it burns!
  And the boy burst out laughing and stuck out his tongue. And such a cute little terminator.
  And Peter, on the other hand, started teasing me too. These are truly monster children.
  And so Peter turns on the full power of his thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine. And his self-propelled gun accelerates at breakneck speed, the speedometer already showing over two hundred, and that's on the road.
  And the German boy jumps up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth. Now that's a real high-speed attack. Children, as they say, are made to conquer and kill. And let's fire his rapid-fire cannon, high-explosive fragmentation shells, at the enemy.
  At the same time, Peter simply evokes:
  The wolf was awarded,
  To make everyone tremble,
  To be respected!
  And so the young warrior fights. But another young knight, Petka, is in no way inferior to him. He also accelerates his "Tsarevich," over two hundred kilometers along the road, demonstrating technical genius. The boy uses his bare toes to press the joystick, controlling the vehicle's rapid movement, and fires the machine guns and cannon with his hands. Now that's truly superpowered. Try fighting against such an enemy.
  Just imagine how children, only ten years old and even younger, manage and fight. Against them, adults are weaklings.
  And the car's speed on the road is already almost three hundred kilometers.
  And the Tiger-4, shot down by Petka, burns. This is truly a superhuman battle. And the young warriors on both sides demonstrate heroism and skill.
  These young fighters are like supermen. And they perform miracles with their self-propelled guns. And what about the engine's thousand horsepower, yet the self-propelled gun weighs only four tons empty. With ammunition, it weighs more, of course. But still, the handling and ergonomics are superb.
  And the boys perform miracles, but they can't hit them. They're real fighters, so to speak.
  The girls also fight brilliantly. Alisa and Angelica are excellent snipers. Alisa is a blonde, and Angelica is a redhead. And when they fight, it's fantastic.
  Alice fired a sniper rifle and killed the German.
  His skull burst and his brains scattered in all directions.
  The girl noted with a smile:
  - I wish I could finish off the Fuhrer like that!
  Red-haired Angelica hissed:
  - Tomatoes, cucumbers - that's the end of Hitler!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. They shoot so accurately that the fascists simply fail. And they're deadly.
  Alice took the boomerang and threw it with her bare toes. It flew past and slashed across the throats of the German soldiers. Blood gushed from them. The girl laughed and winked. And they were sapphire. And very beautiful. Angelica, in particular, is very fond of males. But that's another story. And besides, it's not so bad for a girl to be a whore.
  And lots of pleasure and income. And Angelica herself is such a strong and healthy girl - a real cow. Try to get close to her - her breasts are real udders like the best buffalo. And her thighs are like the rump of a thoroughbred mare. And Angelica's teeth are sharp like a she-wolf's.
  And there she is, with her bare, girlishly heavy foot, throwing two boomerangs at once and cutting off the Nazis' heads. Now that's a real girl.
  Angelica roared:
  And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that,
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  Both girls gained fame while still fighting the Western coalition. They demonstrated their sniping skills. Alisa went and shattered the optics with a well-aimed shot. She turned out to be a good shot. She blinded a German Tiger IV. Her shots are incredibly accurate. She scores 100 out of 100. This girl truly is a white angel of death. No division can stand against her. And once again, the deadly gifts of annihilation are flying.
  The warrior chirped:
  Oh, you fool Fuhrer,
  You bald little brat!
  And how after that the girl will take it and laugh. People like that stole here.
  Angelica asked Alice:
  - Can you shoot down an attack aircraft?
  The blonde girl answered decisively:
  - Can!
  Angelica hissed:
  - Then try it!
  And Alice fired a lethal shot. And the stormtrooper flew down, leaving a trail of smoke. Such was the lethal effect.
  Or maybe even annihilation. What a girl. And in just a bikini. She remembers how the males showered her scarlet nipples with kisses.
  Alice took it and sang:
  The girl is so beautiful,
  Who loves to kill fascists...
  He is very happy in battle,
  And he will make a game out of the monster!
  These girls are truly something special. They're putting on quite a show, so to speak. They're definitely knocking out the Nazis with their super badges. Superwoman warriors.
  Alice even sang:
  Girls love to kill,
  And there is no hurry in this...
  You write it down in your notebook,
  On every page,
  Girls love to kill!
  Angelica added with fury, throwing an explosive package with her bare toes, which were as heavy as a draft horse's, and roaring:
  Break, crush and tear into pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  Break, crush and tear into pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  Then the girls tossed a barrel of sawdust, an extremely powerful explosive, into the air with their bare feet. And suddenly it exploded. Such a destructive effect was produced.
  And Alice and Angelica covered their ears. There was a tremendous explosion, and an entire Hitlerite column of tanks and self-propelled guns was thrown into the air. And they flew up, flipping and tumbling. And the rollers scattered in all directions with devastating impact.
  The girls giggled and chirped:
  Women, oh, oh, oh! Lords of the bottomless darkness!
  Women, oh, oh, oh! Secrets of million-dollar deposits!
  We grind the enemy into manure,
  We kill fascists with gusto!
  This is what girls can do!
  Well, that's the work of snipers. And then there are the Grad girls, for example, who really pack a punch. Warrior Tamara, wearing only a short skirt, almost naked, gives commands to a truck. And it has a rocket launcher. It fires at the Nazis with deadly force. And it creates impact and destruction. And the rockets fly past with a roar.
  Tamara squealed, stamping her bare, chiseled foot:
  - This is a destructive charge!
  And then she just bursts out laughing. And bares her teeth with gusto. Not a girl, but a real demon. And she can withstand such things that the devils would be sick. You can't stop a girl like that.
  And Anyuta squeals:
  Do you see an eclipse in the sky?
  Hitler will soon be kaput...
  I know the gods' vengeance will come,
  The Fuhrer will become completely cool!
  And turn into a corpse!
  And the girl will laugh. And the Grad keeps raining down gifts of annihilation. So you can't go against the warriors. And of course, they're practically naked. And they're incredibly fun. Now, if the warriors get going, even Hitler will be in for a treat.
  And they had already dispersed. And the Fritzes were finished.
  But the Nazis are also trying to respond with gas launchers. And they're firing rockets. And they're flying. The Sturmtiger-2 is very dangerous. Its bomb launcher fires faster than the original model, and its destructive power is multiplied by a factor of two. And entire buildings are blown into the air. This is truly the trump card of Nazi technology.
  And the girls are piloting the Sturmtiger-2, too. And they're so fragrant and aromatic. Delightful warriors. The way they demonstrate their abilities makes even the demons hot. And what do they say in response?
  The fighting competition continues. The girls even slightly singed their round, pink heels with their bare feet.
  These girls are so beautiful and aggressive. And if they sing with such force and energy, too.
  And so the fighting continues. The children's units display magnificent heroism. And they act with great speed and alacrity.
  Boys and girls are attacking the fascists on scooters. And they're doing it with extreme vigor. The young warriors act with great determination and speed. They're active and combative.
  Oleg sped past on an e-scooter and sent out an explosive packet containing a piece of coal. And a massive and extraordinary amount of destruction ensued. So much death occurred at once.
  And the girl Margarita is also racing along on a scooter. And the boys and girls are so swift and fast. And their bare feet so deftly throw peas containing the most powerful explosives. And what magnificent child warriors. They have so much charm and exemplary performance.
  Oleg sang with fury,
  The bald dragon attacks the Russians,
  He wants to destroy Holy Rus'...
  But my soul is not sad at all,
  And I believe the thread of life will not be broken!
  And the children began to act with colossal energy again. And throw peas of annihilation with their bare toes. What a fighting army this is, even if it's just a child's army.
  Margarita giggled and remarked, cutting down the Nazi soldiers with great precision and energy, how deadly the children's combat impact was. And, it must be said, deadly.
  And so the boys and girls sent out fireballs. And how truly awesome that was. And the extermination of fascists began with the help of children's scooters.
  And then a balloon appeared in the sky. And grenades were thrown from above. And their power was deadly. And each grenade that Olga dropped from above contained so much destruction, and even the process of hydrogen fusion in limited quantities. Well, the impact will be extremely severe.
  The girl squeaked with a laugh:
  A bomb fell from the sky,
  Straight into Hitler's pants...
  Something was torn off from him,
  So that there is no war!
  And the girl bursts out laughing. She's a tough warrior, even though she's still a kid. And the balloon is special, and it's hard to hit. And for some reason, she can't shoot it down.
  Oleg shouted:
  - The rain dragon is finished!
  And the boy took it and tossed a pea of annihilation into the air with his bare, round heel. It flew past and exploded, literally scattering the enemy. And the Nazis really did feel worse.
  How can you stand up to such young fighters? The children's army is top-notch. Some of the kids even used motorized bicycles, which are like motorcycles, only much lighter and smaller. You could say it was pretty cool.
  Margarita chirped with a laugh:
  - We flutter like butterflies, but sting like wasps!
  Oleg added aggressively:
  - We don"t need slippers, it"s better to be barefoot in battle!
  The children's battalion, of course, doesn't stand on ceremony with the Nazis. And when they start hitting, they hit with all their might. And the Nazis can't stand up to child soldiers.
  And they fire from machine guns and fire lethal explosives from slingshots.
  But these young warriors also use a very powerful, caustic acid that dissolves German tanks. And that's pretty impressive, I must say.
  Margarita stamped her childish foot and chirped:
  - Fight for our Rus' and don"t be afraid!
  Oleg added, throwing the gift of annihilation with his bare foot:
  - We will win - the cherub is behind us!
  The warrior girl corrected herself by throwing a large ball of explosives:
  - A cherub is above us! We will conquer Berlin!
  The children's army continued the extermination of Hitler's troops.
  CHAPTER No 3.
  Hitler and his menagerie discussed the first two weeks of the war. It was already May 5, 1949. Along with gains, there were already defeats, especially for the Italians in Africa. And in that part of the United States where the Germans had a small slice, they were also already being squeezed. In the south, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian, and, to some extent, British units were suffering defeats. Belgium and Holland enjoyed limited autonomy within the Reich, but in Africa, they too were unable to defeat the Russian units supported by the local population.
  The Führer was about sixty years old. He was still quite healthy and active. Adolf Hitler didn't even drink wine or champagne, was a vegetarian, and occasionally exercised at the gym, which is why he looked good.
  During the discussion, the Führer listened to several reports from various sectors of the front. Given the initial balance of forces and resources, this war was truly a daring adventure. It could have ended in defeat and the complete disappearance of Germany, Italy, Spain, Portugal, and the limited sovereignty of France, Belgium, Holland, and Britain from the world map.
  But Hitler was an adventurer in real history, too. Already in 1939, he faced forces with superior resources, and in 1941, the USSR and the USA joined them.
  And everyone knows how it all ended. So what's surprising isn't that Hitler started a war with the vast and almost unitary Tsarist Russia, but that Mussolini, Salazar, and Franco got involved. As did the puppet governments of Belgium, Holland, Britain, and France.
  This was far more surprising. But even an old woman can make mistakes.
  In any case, the war is already underway, and there's no way to fix it. Besides, Mikhail Romanov wouldn't mind becoming the sole ruler of planet Earth. Moreover, Nazi Germany could have developed an atomic bomb within a few years. And if Hitler hadn't attacked now, Mikhail Romanov himself would have attacked a little later.
  As the saying goes, two birds can't live in the same den.
  So the Fuhrer watched and looked attentively at the huge map where the whole world was spread out, waiting for a miraculous revelation.
  Hitler believed in his intuition, which often replaced logic and calculation for him.
  The fighting was accompanied by enormous losses for Germany and its allies. Only disc aircraft remained a wonder weapon for which Tsarist Russia had no serious antidote. But there weren't enough of them-complex production technologies and high costs prevented their widespread use. And they couldn't cover all the areas, not to mention the limited ability to use disc aircraft against ground targets.
  But in the air they simply rammed cars due to their colossal speed and streamlined laminar jet.
  And they could clear the skies. And they were simply ideal for fighting bombers and protecting the skies.
  They are also good at reconnaissance, they can track troop movements and take photographs, and no anti-aircraft gun can shoot them down.
  And even flying far, all the way to the Urals and beyond... They're dangerous machines. Although their range is limited, they need to be recharged from time to time. And they guzzle a lot of fuel.
  Mainstein noted in his report:
  "Our troops have managed to cross the Vistula in places, but are subject to enemy artillery fire and constant counterattacks. It must be said that the chances of penetrating the Neman are slim. The enemy is very strong in numbers and has completed its mobilization. There's nothing we can do about it."
  Hitler noted with a grin:
  - Yes, I understand that! But we need a further breakthrough. If we stop, it will be a disaster!
  Rommel confirmed:
  - Yes, my Führer! If we stop, the Russians, or rather the Russian International, will attack us. But we'll suffer colossal losses!
  The Fuhrer roared:
  - There is no war without casualties!
  Goering then boasted about the achievements of aviation, especially jet aircraft. Here, the Germans had a slight advantage in quality, but the Russian forces were far superior in numbers.
  The chances were generally comparable.
  The situation in the air was more joyful, and that"s a fact, but not on land.
  The Nazis had decent submarines, too, both in quantity and quality, and they also had ekranoplans. While they didn't quite live up to expectations, they were still a kind of know-how.
  Hitler drank a mixture of orange and mango juice with ice cubes floating in it and gurgled:
  "We'll have to tear Russian communications to shreds. That will be our strongest move."
  Deinitz, the head of the German fleet, noted:
  "We're tearing our lives apart across all the oceans. But Russia has some pretty good seaplanes, and they're creating problems for us. Besides, the enemy has superior numbers! They control more territory and population!"
  Hitler roared in rage:
  "It won't last long!" He slammed his fist on the table, causing the orange juice and mango mixture to splash onto the tablecloth. An orange stain formed.
  The retinue applauded. It was truly quite amusing to watch. Especially when the Führer was going crazy.
  However, Hitler calmed down and said:
  - I'm tired of state affairs! Let's have some gladiatorial fights instead!
  Himmler nodded:
  - Your word is the greatest law!
  Müller nodded:
  - So be it! We'll have a blast!
  And he gave the order. And then, in the arena behind the armored glass, a boy of about twelve appeared. He was fair-haired, tanned, muscular, and wearing only red swimming trunks. And from the other end, a boy also ran out, splashing his bare feet. He, too, was red-haired, tanned, barefoot, and wearing blue swimming trunks. And he wasn't holding a saber, but the blond boy was holding a sword. Both boys stood facing each other, awaiting the command. They were quite handsome boys, and they seemed to have received good fighting training.
  Hitler asked Meinstein:
  - Do you think it's worth conscripting children of this age into the army?
  The Field Marshal replied:
  - It is precisely manpower that we lack when fighting such a numerous enemy as Russia.
  Bormann noted:
  - I think it"s the greatest and we"ll be in Moscow soon!
  Rommel confirmed:
  "The Russians are shocked by our disc-like craft. And it will be incredibly powerful when we overwhelm the air force and ground forces. And when we develop laser weapons, the entire world will fall under the Third Reich!"
  Hitler confirmed:
  - Let him lie down! But we don't have much time. If I hadn't attacked Mikhail Romanov, he would have attacked us! So we had no choice!
  While the discussion continued, the menagerie was making secret bets. And then, at the signal, both boys rushed at each other. And sword and sabre clashed.
  Sparks flew... Hitler nodded approvingly and asked Aders:
  "You promised a new high-pressure cannon. One with a shorter barrel, but with a higher muzzle velocity for a uranium-cored projectile. And it's capable of a lot."
  The designer of the Third Reich confirmed:
  - Yes, great... This gun is superior to its Russian counterparts. And it's capable of knocking everyone out! Oh, my Führer, that would be great!
  Hitler growled:
  "I don't think it's too great! It's high time to launch the Panther-5 into production, and without a doubt!"
  Mainstein noted:
  - The new panther is not a chimera!
  And the menagerie laughed. And the fighting continues. Hitler's team remains optimistic.
  And you could see the boys were sweating, and their bronze bodies literally shone like polished bronze. This was a truly beautiful and competitive fight.
  The Fuhrer noted, watching him out of the corner of his eye:
  - The boys are good!
  And he continued in a stern tone:
  - We need tangible success, not just a jab and a retreat!
  Aircraft designer Tank reported that German jet aircraft were powerful and capable of much. And despite the numerical superiority of the Russian air force, they maintained a confident parity. And then, as the saying goes, they would overwhelm the enemy.
  And that the Germans have the best aircraft guns, and they're good. And they also have self-guided rockets.
  Tank reported that gliders are also in development, quite good. Weighing just eight hundred kilograms, with small, prone pilots. And even children are taking part in battles, including boys as young as ten. And that's also a kind of know-how.
  Hitler noted:
  "You are my warrior and genius, Tank. Your TA-152, despite the propeller-driven aircraft still in service, and this attack aircraft-fighter, are a formidable workhorse!"
  The dictator's entourage applauded. Indeed, the Nazis had a qualitative superiority over the innumerable army of Tsar Mikhail Romanov.
  The Führer grinned. He looked at the boys. They were already scratched, and scarlet blood dripped from the young gladiators. Hitler enjoyed torturing handsome boys. Especially cauterizing their bare heels with a hot iron. And he truly enjoyed it.
  Well, the possessed dictator also loved to break the toes of boys and girls, too. Especially if they had blond hair. Hitler would pick up a pair of plastic-handled tongs heated on an electric stove, wearing gloves. He would start breaking them, starting with the little finger, and so on, all the way to the big toe. It was cruel torture.
  And the Führer liked it... Well, that was only when the torture was brutal. Sometimes Hitler inflicted gentler forms of torture. For example, he tickled children's bare soles with ostrich feathers. And when they laughed, that was also interesting. And the Führer liked it. And flogging is also a pleasure. You take a whip and beat either a naked girl or a handsome boy. And you hit with all your might, with all your might.
  Hitler, frankly speaking, liked this.
  The future bloodthirsty dictator's childhood wasn't all smooth sailing. At school, the kids beat him up. Hitler had too much ambition and not enough strength.
  That's why he ran away from school. He wanted to be an artist. He was actually quite good at drawing. His drawings were beautiful and precisely crafted. He was also quite good at making figures and various forms, all kinds without exception.
  And Hitler also sang. And for money, of course.
  Okay, one more piece of news. A new version of the Tiger is getting ready for launch. And apparently, its armor will be made of depleted uranium. And this armor will be impenetrable. In fact, so strong that it won't be easily penetrated. True, the tank itself will be heavier and more clumsy. So, this is a win-win situation.
  The Führer loved tanks-they're truly remarkable machines. They can fire machine guns, crush infantry, and are not all that easy to knock out. In real history, in 1918, during World War I, it was thanks to tanks that the German defenses were breached. How effective is this breakthrough weapon?
  The red-haired boy missed the sword blow and fell. It was clear he was quite seriously wounded. Hitler muttered:
  - Okay, stop the fight! Svetlenky has won!
  And he ordered a bouquet of flowers to be given to him. Multicolored and intensely fragrant, at that.
  The red-haired boy was carried away on a stretcher. The fair-haired boy followed behind. His bare feet left traces of blood on the white sand.
  Mueller noted:
  - It was a pretty good fight! This is going to be awesome!
  Next, three girls entered the ring. They were beautiful, wearing only polka-dot swimming trunks. They held swords and shields in their hands.
  Borman noted:
  - It's cool when girls fight! And it's pleasing to the eye!
  Himmler asked:
  - Have you tried their scarlet nipples with your tongue?
  Hitler's secretary replied:
  - Of course yes!
  - And how?
  - Like a sweet strawberry!
  Hitler's entourage giggled. It was truly amusing. And the girls really did have tanned, high breasts with scarlet nipples that sparkled like cherries on chocolate ice cream. Now that was truly quite something.
  Mueller noted:
  - We organized a first-class fight!
  Three more girls emerged, each holding curved sabers and rectangular shields. The warriors in polka-dot swimsuits had oval shields. These girls wore tight checkered panties. That's the team that ran out. The girls were barefoot, of course, as it was much easier to run and jump that way.
  Here they bowed first to the Fuhrer and his retinue, and then to each other.
  The menagerie placed bets. Either on girls in swimming trunks and checkered patterns, or on polka dots. The Führer placed his bets secretly, using a joystick button. It was better for others not to know. The regime in the Third Reich was authoritarian. And everyone feared the Führer. Although, for example, under him, the oligarchic elite was quite stable.
  Hitler shuddered. Was it worth it to attack Tsarist Russia? It's already a very large country. You're like a boa constrictor trying to swallow a bull, or even an elephant. Won't a big spoon tear your mouth?
  Well, time will tell... But for now, the bets are placed and the signal sounds. The girls come together and begin to fight with all their fury and brutality.
  And Goebbels took the floor. The head of the Ministry of Public Enlightenment and Propaganda noted:
  "Russia is a multinational country, and Russians are by no means the majority. And we should take advantage of this and pit these nationalities against each other!"
  Hitler nodded his head vigorously:
  "That's a perfectly reasonable idea! And you and your henchmen should get to work on it. We need to first and foremost separate the Chinese and Indians-the two most numerous nations in the Tsarist Empire!"
  Goebbels nodded his head on his thin neck:
  "That's exactly what we're doing, my Führer! Set our enemies against each other and destroy the Russian Empire's integrity! That's our credo!"
  Himmler noted:
  - It's like this: it's better to be the first guy in the village than the second in the city!
  Hitler chuckled and remarked:
  - But we say differently! Better a goldfish in the ocean than a codfish in an aquarium!
  Mainstein noted:
  - Whoever has the stronger army will win!
  Guderian nodded and added:
  "Tanks are powerful! We must pay more attention to them. The Panther-5 and Tiger-5 will be our most important, perhaps even our most important, force!"
  Rommel added:
  "And aviation too! In modern warfare, tanks and aviation need to work together. And then there will be resounding victories, advances, spectacular successes that will drive the enemy crazy! And we Germans are a nation of victors!"
  Hitler looked at the battlefield. The girls were well trained and fought. But so far, there were no seriously wounded among them. And yet, when a beautiful girl is dripping with blood, her face contorted with suffering, it's so exciting.
  But on the other hand, it"s a shame to kill such representatives of the fair sex.
  Hitler said with pathos:
  "Yes, we Germans are a special nation and people, truly born to conquer and seize! And we will win!"
  Although, in reality, deep down, the Führer isn't so sure. Flying discs, especially against ground forces, aren't that effective, and the Third Reich's technological superiority isn't all that great.
  The advance of the Fuhrer's troops has been effectively halted, and the Allied forces are even suffering defeats.
  Russia's most important advantage is its overwhelming superiority in resources-human, material, natural, and industrial. It has, for example, the United States as a part of its borders, and that means so many factories and plants. And what other potential does it have?
  One of the girls was wounded and fell. A Moor ran up to her and cauterized her bare heel with a red-hot crowbar. The girl came to and jumped up. The battle resumed.
  Hitler sighed heavily. His childhood had been turbulent. In the village, he was a leader and a ringleader. But at school, the Führer was so beaten up that he even ran away. He wanted to be an artist, thinking that creative people were less quarrelsome.
  Yes, Hitler had many unpleasant memories in his youth. He even smoked, for example. He smoked up to thirty cigarettes a day, but then found the willpower to quit. Incidentally, Stalin was at a disadvantage in this regard-he lacked the willpower to quit!
  Hitler was also considering new types of weapons.
  Rocket weapons proved insufficiently accurate and too expensive to be effective. Something else was needed. The Nazis were busy searching for such a weapon. One idea was drones.
  But setting up mass production of drones takes time. And to guide them by radio, you need lightweight, high-density video cameras. And technology hasn't quite reached that point yet. True, they can be guided by heat or sound, which is promising. And it can also knock out infantry and tanks with high rates. But again, that took time. What if the Third Reich had that time?
  The girl fell again, and this time, when they cauterized her bare, round heel, it only twitched. It seemed she had no strength to fight.
  The Führer gave the go-ahead to end the fighting. His conscience suddenly spoke up. After all, he had gotten himself into a bloody adventure. And having added territory, Hitler wanted more. And indeed, Russia possesses vast territories-a vast number of them, along with a huge population.
  But try swallowing that. And the enemy is indeed strong. Mikhail Romanov is the greatest conqueror in history. And there's no arguing that. And Hitler decided to take his crown. And that's truly a gamble. Tsarist Russia had tens of thousands of tanks and planes, and they continue to produce them in huge quantities. Which gives the Russians and other peoples enormous power.
  It's true that the Chinese, Indians, and especially the Americans haven't yet been fully assimilated. This can be exploited. Propaganda, including subversive propaganda, must be put to work. And that could be more effective than the Panther-5, which hasn't yet entered production. So, really, use a secret army and propaganda to disorganize the peoples of the Tsarist Empire. And perhaps this really can be created and replicated.
  Meanwhile, another gladiatorial fight was taking place. Two beautiful girls were battling a bear. The beast was quite dangerous. But the warriors were quite experienced, and one of them deftly threw a net behind the animal and began stabbing it with a trident. The other fought the beast with a sword, also quite successfully.
  The girls were almost naked. Even the bear managed to rip off the redhead's bra with his claw, revealing her breasts with their scarlet nipples. And it looked quite beautiful.
  Hitler exclaimed:
  - Wow - super!
  The girls continued to pummel the bear. The Führer thought they could even take down the Russian monster. Although the enemy was undoubtedly dangerous and fanged. And if they really got going, even the Third Reich would be in for a rough ride. In any case, they met a dead end.
  Hitler himself understood that it wasn't the best idea to wage war against such a vast country. But he feared that if he didn't initiate it himself, Mikhail Romanov would beat him to it. And as one author wrote in the book "Jack Strawberry," if a fight is inevitable, it's better to attack first.
  And the Führer took the risk, especially since the entire coalition of fascist states had joined the battle. And they launched a major offensive. And at first, they were able to make some progress.
  The Führer had high hopes for the Panther series, especially the E. The vehicles had a good layout: the engine and transmission were mounted side-by-side, with the gearbox mounted directly on the engine. They also planned to make the vehicle lower in profile-just two crew members in a prone position. This would make the vehicles even lighter and more agile, making them difficult to hit!
  Hitler crowed:
  One, two, three, four, five,
  The Tiger came out to shoot!
  Suddenly the Panther takes off,
  And it will hit the Russians hard!
  And the idea of two crew members, and placing them lying down with a small turret seemed very tempting.
  And even better would be with one and a small boy. At least in the form of a self-propelled gun. And that would be an interesting means of breakthrough.
  One of the reasons Hitler started the war in 1949 was the fear that Tsarist Russia would strike first. If only to gain sole control of the world! And it's better to be preemptive than preempted.
  The Führer took a risk. And frankly, had tens of thousands of Russian tanks attacked him, things would have been even worse for Germany.
  Right now, the Führer is watching a gladiatorial duel. Two half-naked boys in swimming trunks are fighting. They fight very aggressively. But they don't neglect protection either.
  Hitler thought that children like these were the future of the Third Reich and planet Earth.
  And somewhere in another universe, the Führer became a fiend of hell. And that's serious. And why? Because he didn't like Jews. But you'd have to be an idiot to do something like that. A smart person would say: before seizing power over the world, there would be no Holocaust!
  In this world, Hitler hasn't yet built gas chambers and death camps. And here he's not yet perceived as Satan. So Mikhail doesn't yet have the moral high ground. And the war is, so to speak, an equal one, even though Hitler and his coalition are the aggressors.
  More precisely, for now they are on equal terms, since Tsarist Russia has not yet reached its full potential.
  Hitler drank some carrot juice with a mixture of mango and orange. This calmed the Fuhrer somewhat.
  One of the boy gladiators was seriously wounded and fell. A girl in a bikini held a torch to his bare foot. The flame licked the boy's bare heel greedily, and he jumped up. The fight continued.
  Hitler clapped his hands and noted:
  - This is amazing!
  It's true that boys' bare feet are a source of pleasure when they're roasted. Just remember the Marquis de Sade. Girls find it even more enjoyable to have their bare feet roasted. And Hitler loved it too...
  The boy missed another blow and fell, bleeding.
  The Fuhrer suddenly felt sorry for the fair-haired, handsome child and he threw his glove into the ring, declaring the end of the fight.
  The battle was over. The victorious boy received a laurel wreath, and his vis-à-vis was carried away on a stretcher.
  Hitler spoke at the top of his voice:
  - Glory to Great Germany! Glory to the heroes!
  CHAPTER No 4.
  The war continues. The Nazis have been virtually stopped in Poland and are themselves falling under counterattacks from Russian troops.
  Warrior girl Natasha attacks. With her bare toes, she throws lethal explosive pellets. And they tear the Nazis and their allies apart.
  The girl stuck out her tongue and squeaked:
  - But boy!
  The warriors are so aggressive, and with their bare toes they throw peas of annihilation.
  And so Zoya fought with great energy and strength. And she shot so deftly and swiftly, and tossed peas of powerful explosives with her bare, round heels. And the explosions occurred.
  This is how the girls fought with colossal energy.
  And so, Victoria fought. She used electric wire. And she struck with a deadly discharge. And the Nazi tanks literally sparked. Even the Nazi shells began to detonate. And explode, due to electric discharges. And it was extremely deadly. And the girls are working. And how beautiful they are. And their bare feet are very nimble, and their toes are flexible.
  And how the graceful curves of bare, round heels are visible on the bare soles.
  But the girls are top notch!
  The warriors are wonderful. Svetlana, for example, fights very well. How she blasts the Nazis with a bazooka. And she can punch a fascist tank through the side. And they are such good marksmen. And their bodies are tanned, shapely, barely covered by thin strips of fabric.
  Beautiful girls, and they had thin waists, and luxurious, strong hips.
  The very beautiful girls, Veronica and Serafima, pointed Grad launchers and other such weapons at the Nazis. They were so gorgeous and cool. And the girls, very beautiful warriors, fought. They dug in with their bare feet and pounded the Nazis with fiery, deadly thrusts.
  The warriors are so magnificent. Their legs are so bare, their skin is chocolate brown from the tan. And how beautiful it is, and they are muscular and incredibly sexy.
  The girls danced and twirled their sculpted, tiled bellies. Look how beautiful and sweet they are. Such awesome warriors.
  Here are the girls Elena and Elizaveta fighting in a brand-new self-propelled gun. This is a newly completed experimental model. And imagine yourself in a 1.2-meter-tall vehicle with two girls lying down inside. They steer by pressing the joystick buttons with their bare, graceful feet. And there's a pretty good gun there, too. And the warriors are firing at Wehrmacht tanks.
  Both girls are very beautiful blondes. What wonderful light, curly hair they have. And they smell of expensive perfume.
  Their bodies are tanned and almost naked. A thin strip of fabric on their chests, and their thighs and panties are like threads. How magnificent and beautiful.
  And they're magnificent. And so fast. And their legs are wonderful.
  And the young warriors aimed the deadly launchers.
  And here are some more girls operating in different places.
  After the shooting, Alice and Angelica had a light snack. They ate two boiled eggs, lightly salted. The larger red-haired girl also grabbed a chicken leg. She ate it roasted over the fire, adding a little pepper.
  After which both girls slapped each other with their bare feet and sang:
  We are girls of changing beauty,
  Who fight for a dream...
  And our feet are naked and bare,
  Revealing unearthly beauty!
  After this chant, Angelica launched a deadly boomerang with her bare toes. It flew past and cut off several heads of Nazi soldiers. Then it returned, bloodied, and was caught by the girl's bare foot. How wonderful and cool that was.
  Angelica tweeted:
  - You shoot more accurately, Alice, but how can I!
  The blonde girl replied with a smile:
  - Yes, you can, and very well! But look!
  And the warrior fired, and three German soldiers fell at once. And that was a great shot. Then she fired again, and one soldier fell, and as he fell, he pulled the trigger of his machine gun, and mowed down a dozen fascists at once. Now that was awesome.
  The red-haired warrior noted:
  - Yeah, that's awesome! You could say you're a super sniper!
  And she also laid out the bed. And laid the officer down. Such cool warriors here.
  But then the infantry ran out and the E-series tanks arrived. These vehicles were squat, well-armored, with long-barreled guns. And they advanced like turtles.
  Alice fired and broke the sight, after which she sang:
  Evil is proud of its power,
  And it seems the whole world has come to terms with him...
  But the cherub spreads his wings,
  And we'll give the fascist monsters a punch in the forehead!
  Angelica exclaimed with rage, also actively shooting:
  Russian sacred weapon,
  Which Svarog forged for us...
  We are not afraid of the heat and the cold of winter,
  The White God helps the girls!
  Both warriors demonstrated their outstanding abilities. Alisa fired at the tanks' sights. And Angelica, with her bare toes, picked up an explosive packet and hurled it under the tracks of Hitler's machine. It exploded, tore through the metal, and the Panther-4 stopped. And then she began swiveling her turret, firing at random.
  Now that was truly awesome and cool. And both girls burst out laughing. The Nazi tank driver tried to escape, and a bullet hit him right in the eye-Alisa never missed. She's a real beauty.
  And Angelica, with her graceful, strong fingers, once again grabbed something truly lethal. And she grabbed it and threw it. And it hit the barrel. And after that, the tank lost the ability to fire.
  What can you say about the Panther-4? It's a fairly heavy, albeit well-protected, seventy-five-ton tank. It has a 105-millimeter gun and a 100-liter barrel. Just imagine how impressive that barrel is. And Alice threw a pea into it. Also with her very seductive, bare foot. The explosive flew straight into the center of the barrel, rolled, and exploded along with the high-explosive shell.
  That's how it exploded with monstrous force. And it tore off the Panther-4's turret. The vehicle has good armor-the turret's front is 250 millimeters thick, sloped, the hull's front is 200 millimeters thick, sloped at 45 degrees, and the sides are 170 millimeters thick, sloped. You could say it's an overpowered vehicle! It's just too heavy. The Panther-3 is lighter and more agile. But it's especially weaker on the sides. And its gun is a smaller caliber, 88 millimeters.
  But it's cheaper, easier to manufacture, and the engine accelerates to 1,200 horsepower. This gives it a top speed of just over sixty kilometers per hour, despite weighing sixty-one tons. And both of these tanks were still considered medium tanks in the Third Reich. And what about the Tigers? The Tiger-3 weighs ninety-three tons, and the Tiger-4 one hundred and ten tons. The latter is a formidable machine, and no Russian tank can stand up to it head-on-not even the Alexander-3 with its 130-millimeter cannon. And a barrel length of 60 EL!
  This is a truly good heavy Russian tank. Along with the Petr-3, which is considered a medium tank. The Petr isn't particularly heavy at just thirty-six tons, but it offers good frontal and satisfactory side protection. It also has a 100mm 56EL gun. So, it's similar to the real-life T-54. It lacks a bit of speed when facing off against the Panther-3 and is inferior to the Panther-4 in armor and armament. But it's relatively easy to manufacture, and there are many of them. It can take out a Panther-3 from a distance and even penetrate its frontal armor with a HEAT round, although that's not easy. A Panther-4, on the other hand, can be taken out from the sides.
  And here's Angelica, tossing an explosive packet with her bare toes, aiming it at the barrel of a Tiger-4 tank. That's a 128-millimeter cannon-100 EL long-imagine the force and speed of a twenty-eight-kilogram shell. That's real power.
  And Angelica deformed such a barrel with a blast, tossing up an explosive packet of coal dust with her bare heel. And the German tank lost its ability to fire. And how its barrel twisted into a pretzel.
  The red-haired girl sang:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For Holy Rus'...
  And we will shed tears for her,
  Young blood!
  Both girls are forced to change positions. They're being fired upon with mortars. Plus, attack jets are pressing down from above. The girls, firing back, retreat. Their bare, round, pink heels are still visible.
  Alice fired so accurately that the Nazi attack aircraft went into a dive, leaving a smoking tail behind it, and crashed. A column of smoke rose into the air.
  And at the same time, sparks of fire that jumped up and down.
  And the girls jumped and bared their teeth, white as chalk.
  Magnificent beauties. Let's say they're top-notch. They exude both erotic and sexual power. These are the girls. They're usually half-naked, practically all the time. Even in winter, their feet are bare, with only their breasts and thighs barely covered by thin strips of fabric.
  These are such wonderful girls. And they are the sun of May, as the poet said! Delightful and kind.
  Here, for example, is Gerda and Charlotte torturing a boy of about fourteen. They torture him quite exquisitely. They hoist him onto a rack and lower him into a cauldron of boiling water. They do it very slowly, and the boy's bare feet are shackled in steel stocks. This causes double pain: from the stretching and from the boiling water. Such cruel creatures, these girls, with their angelic appearance. Such beauties. And when they take up torture... First, they doused the boy with boiling water. Then they burned the hair on his armpits with a torch, which was also very painful. And then they began to break his ribs with red-hot pincers.
  This is what atrocities they are. The girls really are-let's say-executioners. And they really enjoyed the torture. And anyone who doubts it should read the Marquise de Sade. That's the kind of pleasure and enjoyment the torture process represents. Especially a teenage boy, tanned, muscular, handsome, and fair-haired. How could the girls not torment him? It's unlikely that any of them would refuse such a thing.
  Gerda noted on this matter:
  - When you burn the skin of boys, the smell is unusually pleasant!
  Charlotte licked her lips and confirmed:
  - It's like roasting a pig! And you know how great that is! Cannibalism is our specialty!
  And both girls - the blonde and the redhead - bumped their foreheads and sang:
  We are the strongest in the world,
  We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  The Fatherland does not believe in tears,
  And we'll give Mishka with the crown a good whack on the head!
  Yes, they're pretty good fighters. The Tiger-4 tank is a real breakthrough force. But there's also the "Lion" family. The first of these tanks weighed ninety tons and resembled the Tiger-2, only larger, with thicker armor and a larger-caliber gun. The "Lion" tank never went into production. Its frontal hull armor was 150 millimeters thick, sloped at 45 degrees, while the frontal armor, thanks to the mantlet, was 240 millimeters thick, and the hull and turret sides were 100 millimeters thick, sloped. Overall, the vehicle was well protected for 1943, even from the sides, considering the armament of Soviet vehicles. And the gun was powerful; it could take out all the Allied forces at range, and thanks to its larger 105-millimeter caliber, it had a strong high-explosive effect and high single-shot damage.
  The tank never went into production because the 1,000-horsepower engine, which should have provided satisfactory maneuverability for such a marvel, wasn't ready for mass production. And with a 700-horsepower engine, speed was too low. And if the Tiger II, weighing 68 tons, was constantly breaking down, what would have happened to the Lion? But time passed, and Nazi Germany began introducing gas turbine engines into production. And so the "Royal Lion" emerged, armed with a rocket launcher, 300-millimeter-thick frontal armor, 200-millimeter-thick side armor, and a 1,800-horsepower engine. And with this engine, its road speed, weighing 100 tons, reached 60 kilometers per hour.
  This truly was a killer machine. And Gerda, Charlotte, Krisina, and Magda rode it.
  They were given it as an experiment. It's quite a powerful thing, so to speak.
  The German girls rode in nothing but bikinis, pressing the buttons with their bare toes.
  Gerda noted:
  "Our rocket launcher has a semiautomatic loader. And we can fire much more frequently than the Sturmtiger. And it will be devastating."
  Charlotte giggled, baring her wolfish teeth:
  - Now we'll see!
  And so the girls test the powerful tank "Royal Lion" and demonstrate its capabilities.
  And then Gerda pressed the joystick button with her bare toes. And a rocket bomb, with devastating force, flew out. And smashed into the Russian positions.
  The blonde girl started to roar:
  I love you, sisters, I love you,
  It's a pleasure for sisters to live,
  With Fuhrer Adolf,
  No need to worry!
  The warriors are truly cheerful. And I can't help but feel a little ironic.
  Then Charlotte fired a gift of annihilation from her bomb launcher. The red-haired Paisiya also sent something extremely deadly. What a woman.
  And she also sang:
  I'm such a scary witch,
  And her hair is like fire...
  I fight barefoot in winter,
  And don't touch me, boy!
  The warriors here are really cool. And here comes Christina. She's a cool girl too, with yellow-red hair. Very pretty. She likes handsome young men. Simply superb, you could say. What a girl. And she dropped a rocket-powered bomb with tremendous force. Now the killing spree has begun.
  And right after her, Magda fired. A stunning beauty - a honey-blond woman. And let's just say she's truly stunning. Her feet, too, are bare and shapely. She truly is a stunning beauty. And she presses the button with her bare, round, pink heel. And the gift of annihilation flies toward the Russian troops.
  And here comes the Royal Lion again. Its unique armament offers three hundred millimeters of frontal armor at a forty-five degree angle. And even HEAT shells can't penetrate it. At least not from the front.
  Gerda noted with a chuckle:
  - And we really are witches!
  Magda tweeted:
  - But witches fighting for a great dream!
  The girls were cheerful. If the shells hit, they bounced off the frontal part like peas.
  Only the SAU-203 could penetrate such a vehicle by head-on. But an anti-tank round still needs to be developed for it.
  But it is being actively developed and will soon enter service.
  The girls remembered how they interrogated a certain beauty. They tied her to a tree and raised her arms above her head. Then they took a torch and held it to her bare chest. And you have to admit, that was quite painful.
  Christina noted with a chuckle:
  - That's great!
  And the girls laugh and bare their teeth. These are truly beautiful women - super.
  So they drove around some more, crushed Russian soldiers with the tracks of their vehicle, and are laughing again.
  The Germans also have the Mammoth, another powerful vehicle. It weighs over two hundred tons, making it extremely difficult to transport by rail. However, it's heavily armored and armed. However, it never went into production-it's impractical. Small but fast vehicles are far better. However, this one is a different story.
  Gerda and her team, having used up all their rocket bombs, decided to play Go while their ammunition was being replenished.
  And it was quite interesting. The warriors laid out white and black stones. And the game was quite clever.
  Charlotte, moving the cells and pebbles, noted:
  - In some ways it's better than chess!
  Christina agreed:
  "It really is much better! Although chess is good too. Take the Sicilian Defense, for example; it creates such asymmetry and a ton of possibilities."
  Magda noted with a sweet look:
  "And the King's Indian Defense isn't bad either! It has some truly amazing moves!"
  Gerda nodded in agreement:
  - We'll play with this up to our tonsils!
  Charlotte remarked with a smile:
  - So what, even if the game is not played according to the rules, we"ll get through it, suckers!
  The girls got stuck in the game. There were some knocked-down pieces and some captured pieces. Which is very nice. Incidentally, Black starts the game of Go, which gives them an advantage.
  While they were sparring, Alisa and Angelica hid in the dugout. They also replenished their combat kit. They were in a cheerful mood after the fight.
  Angelica asked Alice:
  - Do you like boys?
  The blonde grinned and asked again:
  - In what sense of the word and at what age!
  The redhead nodded with a smile:
  When women say "boys," it doesn't mean they mean little boys. It's the same when men say "girls!"
  Alice laughed and noted:
  - Sometimes boys can be nimble!
  Angelica noted:
  - We can create something so spectacular that the fiery glow will reach the very heavens!
  And both girls began to sing:
  The fire is the brightest flame,
  My love is burning...
  Although the enemy is cunning and treacherous,
  But it will be broken!
  The girls acted with great energy. And they began to move the Go stones with their bare toes. And they did it beautifully and very deftly.
  Meanwhile, Hitler's gas projectors were firing. They were emitting powerful streams of energy. And everything was burning and exploding. And the earth was turning into hell.
  The beautiful girls Eva and Frida were flying a disc-shaped craft. Using its capabilities, they simply rammed Russian planes. And it was incredibly effective. The beauties pressed the joystick buttons with their bare toes.
  And the flight continued, flying, now accelerating, now slowing down. And it carried out ram after ram.
  Eva took it and sang:
  We will sweep away the enemy with one blow,
  We will confirm our glory with a steel sword...
  It was not in vain that we destroyed the USA,
  We'll smash Mishka into pieces!
  And how they laugh and bare their teeth. That's the kind of girls they are. And the disc-shaped craft accelerates again, the beauties are pressed back into their seats. And then the Russian frontline bomber is hit. And it's literally flattened. And debris flies in all directions.
  The German girls burst out laughing and swung their rather well-developed hips.
  They also loved torturing boys. And they used various torture methods. But they especially loved electric shock. And they used it quite extensively. They were brutal. And imagine what it was like for the young warriors who fell into their hands.
  Eva took it and sang:
  With us there is great power,
  We can erase mountains...
  The girl has a fist,
  Lots of different meetings!
  And the warrior bursts out laughing. Her disc craft accelerates again. Its streamlined laminar flow makes it impossible to shoot down, but it's also unable to fire. So it rams aerial targets. Fortunately, it can reach speeds of up to twice the speed of sound.
  Fortunately, the German car is expensive and difficult to produce. Therefore, there aren't many of them.
  Frida giggled and sang:
  The Valley of Space,
  Death's veil...
  Predatory swamp,
  She sucked it in greedily!
  And the warrior went and stuck out her tongue. That's the kind of warrior she is. And what she did with that tongue-one can only imagine.
  The disc continued its flight, twisting and turning its trajectory every now and then. It looked very impressive.
  And so they fly deep into Russian territory. Fighters attack. They try to escape, but it's no use. The flying disc catches up with them. And literally rams them. And the anti-aircraft guns fire, but to no avail. They just create whirlwinds of fire. And the shells hit the laminar flow. Now that's what's happening.
  And those that didn"t manage to explode fly off in different directions, or rattle along the edges.
  Eva remarked with a grin:
  - And we have a miracle weapon!
  Frida agreed with this:
  - It really is a miracle!
  And both girls began to slap their bare feet. They were so beautiful and aggressive. And they fired incredibly accurately. Or rather, they simply took them by sheer force and ramming. Although Nazi Germany wanted to arm them with laser weapons. Which could have influenced the course of the war.
  But laser weapons are too bulky, too imperfect, and dangerous for their own.
  Eva giggled and sang:
  And who will stop the flow,
  Rivers of blood and rage...
  A laser beam will hit your temple,
  And in a flash the man disappeared!
  Frida, stamping her bare, slender feet, added:
  And such chaos,
  Flooded the universe...
  The sad lot of humanity,
  Endure pain, suffering!
  And the young warriors jumped up and started spinning their discus again.
  In Tsarist Russia, they were rapidly developing a laser beam that could penetrate the laminar flow surrounding a flying disc. It was a great idea. But the laser required a powerful energy source. In this case, you'd need an entire power plant. There was an idea to use plutonium batteries. Now that would be serious. And such a laser would have practical power, which would be fantastic.
  And from the surface, a girl named Nicoletta launches a radio-controlled missile. It flies toward Hitler's flying saucer. The girls squeal in fear and try to escape. But the missile accelerates and explodes. The flying saucer shakes. And the warriors squeal:
  The heroes rush away from the chase,
  The stranger burst in and won't catch up!
  Here are more girls flying kites. They're so cute. And they're also wearing just a bikini. And their figures are so amazing.
  And their bare feet just flash by. These are real girls. You could say they're super.
  And how they fire rockets from the Grad. It has a deadly effect.
  Veronica and Aurora sang, slapping their bare, pink, graceful soles - now these are girls.
  In an open field there is a Grad machine,
  Behind us is Russia, Moscow and Arbat!
  The girls are dashing, the girls are dashing,
  Russia is behind them! Russia is behind them!
  Here the girls fought with wild fury. And here they were using needle-charge grenades against the Germans. And they struck with all their might and energy.
  Augustina stomped her bare, chiseled feet, leaving a trail of blood. The red-haired warrior cried out with wild fury:
  We will fight to the end,
  We will defeat all the tough fascists...
  Let's make our hearts beat,
  In the name of bright tsarism!
  The warrior girl Victoria exclaimed with fury:
  We will tear apart all the enemies of Russia,
  There will be sun in the radiant paradise!
  CHAPTER No 5.
  And so Stalin-Putin decided to do a little inventing himself. He, too, was a brilliant strategist, especially in his fantasies, and he continued to invent.
  Oleg and Margarita woke up. The children's detachment, having rested, rushed forward again, attacking the Nazi rear, disrupting communications. Such were the militant and active pioneers here.
  Specifically, they attacked a tank unit moving across the field. The Panther-4 is a magnificent vehicle in its own right - well-protected on the sides.
  True, it weighed seventy-five tons, but the powerful gas turbine engine with one and a half thousand horsepower compensated for this.
  Oleg and Margarita made special peas laced with antimatter. They distributed them to the other children. And the young Leninists lay in ambush, perched in the trees as this menacing column drove along the highway.
  The German tanks were terrifying to look at. Their armor plates were steeply sloped, and their guns were 105mm and 100 EL long, making them terrifying to look at. Just imagine how impressive that pillar was.
  The girl Svetlana squeaked:
  - I'm afraid!
  The boy Pashka answered:
  - Don't show fear to your enemies!
  Oleg said confidently:
  - One shot will explode so loudly that even a tank as powerful as the Panther-4 will have its turret blown off!
  The boy Timur was surprised:
  - Really! From such a small pea?
  Margarita squeaked:
  - Small but mighty!
  Indeed, the children were ready to shoot. The Panther-4, weighing seventy-five tons, was considered a medium tank in the German Panzerwald. And it's a very practical machine. You could even say it's cool.
  And then Oleg gives the command. And the explosive pellets fly and slam into the turrets of the powerful tanks. And indeed, powerful, focused explosions ring out, and the turrets are blown off. A kind of combat destruction ensues.
  You could see the fiery whirlwinds erupting, and the cars igniting as if doused with gasoline. And the fireworks shooting skyward. It was truly beautiful. And the children's fighting spirit was strengthened.
  Oleg and Margarita each launched a dozen peas at once. And literally the entire column of German vehicles was destroyed and annihilated.
  After which the young team began to retreat. The enemy quickly called in jet attack aircraft. Now that's bravado.
  The children's bare, tanned feet flashed like bunnies' paws. This was a real race for survival.
  Hitler's guns started firing and rockets were fired.
  But the children had already managed to retreat, even though the exploding shells and rockets broke trees like matchsticks.
  A column of fifty brand-new Panther-4s was completely incinerated. Even the metal was burning and melting. The crews didn't have time to escape.
  That's how the Terminator children worked. Quickly and effectively.
  Oleg sang:
  The greatness of the Russians was recognized by the planet,
  Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword...
  We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world,
  The whole country is marching towards communism!
  Along the way, the children encountered a Nazi motorcycle patrol. The young Leninists quickly dispatched them. Oleg even jumped and kicked a Nazi in the chin with his bare heel, shouting:
  - Glory to the USSR! Glory to the heroes!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Glory to the pioneer heroes! Communism will be with us!
  The children took trophies from the dead Germans, including coins and stamps. One officer was also found with a small bag containing extracted gold teeth, stolen brooches, and several silver forks and spoons.
  Boy Petka noted:
  - I'm looting the bastards!
  Oleg noted:
  - All invaders are like this - they would like to grab something for their great joy!
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - We'll come to Germany and do such a thing there that the devils will be sick!
  The girl Svetka squeaked:
  - And to the angels too, since they allowed such absurd, bloody chaos and let Hitler conquer almost the entire world!
  The boy Andreyka with a red tie sang:
  Here in the USSR the flight is steep,
  The greatest in the world...
  Fuhrer, you are completely stupid,
  Our faith on the planet!
  The pioneer girl Verka stamped her bare, small, tanned feet and sang:
  My homeland, I love you,
  Ready to repel the onslaught of evil enemies...
  I can"t live a day without love in my hearts,
  I am ready to give my life for you!
  The children's group moved again, stamping their bare feet at a fast pace.
  Oleg's face beamed. He believed in victory. Communism truly must defeat fascism!
  The young team walked through the forest. Leaves dripped, an owl hooted somewhere-such a wonderful nightscape. Oleg felt the grass, as pleasant as it is when the sole of your foot is bare-you can feel every bump, every twig, every bud, and these sensations are pleasant for children's feet.
  How wonderful it is to be a boy-especially an eternal one. You have youth, vigor, and energy, but also colossal experience. And with you, too, is a former adult-Margarita. Such a wonderful girl.
  They walk and Oleg noted:
  - I still want to play on the computer!
  Margarita nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, that would really be interesting!
  The boy genius asked:
  - What computer game were you interested in?
  The warrior girl replied:
  - I love quests! Just running and shooting is no fun!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - I like military-economic strategy games. Especially historical ones - they're fantastic!
  Margarita giggled and sang:
  The strategy is going on the offensive,
  But I believe the Russian people will not waver...
  Let's send Adolf to the madhouse for treatment,
  Lada and the White God, Rod, are behind us!
  The children quickened their pace. The Nazis were penetrating deeper and deeper into the USSR. The Nazis were already in Minsk. And they were acting quite brutally there. And then they hanged the boy in the red tie. They burned him with fire and beat him with barbed wire. It was torture. Then they dragged him to the gallows. And they lifted him by the neck. The poor boy and his body resembled bacon.
  Oleg felt it. He knew the fascists would torture him too. Right now they're crushing the Nazis. The children are warriors, and they've become quite tough. And the warriors are young.
  There was a machine gun tower along the way. Oleg fired at the Nazis with a slingshot, literally knocking out two machine guns with deadly force. The checkpoint was neutralized.
  And the children's squad picked up more trophies and continued their barefoot run. The young Leninists raced and sang:
  The gunner laughs fieryly,
  And Maxim strikes like lightning...
  Ta-ta-ta, says the machine gunner,
  Ta-ta-ta, says the machine gun!
  Along the way, the Pioneer children attacked another column and started throwing grenades at them with their bare toes. And Oleg threw a boomerang and immediately cut off a dozen Nazi heads. Now that was really cool.
  The child warriors burst forth like angels from the darkness. And they began to crush the fascists. Cars, motorcycles, and even armored vehicles were overturned. And then an E-75 tank burst into flames after a well-aimed throw from Margarita's bare foot!
  How wonderful it turned out. The young team fought. The boys and girls were outstanding. Oleg organized his children's squad so skillfully that the Nazis' boots were literally burned. Such was the deadly cannonade.
  The bare feet of boys and girls threw grenades very accurately and quickly, knocking out the enemies.
  Oleg himself threw a pea, and it landed in the barrel of a large German tank and rolled inside. And then it exploded. The ammunition detonated, literally opening the turret.
  This is how Hitler's truck falls and crushes. The soldiers here are of different nationalities. Many are black, fighting with great ferocity. And the child warriors literally mow them down. The young team is working hard.
  The boys and girls move in short dashes, their bare heels sparkling.
  And they attack the fascist international. And they do it extremely cleverly.
  Oleg exclaimed with fury, throwing up the gift of annihilation with his bare heel and tearing apart the Nazis:
  In the name of the Holy Motherland,
  The soldiers are fighting...
  The boy goes into battle barefoot,
  Shoots with a machine gun!
  Margarita threw a bag of homemade explosives with her bare toes, overturning two trucks, and chirped:
  Although the homeland is not small, the giant,
  There are countless galaxies...
  Our family spread a veil over Russia,
  We are lucky to live in a magical land!
  And the children took on the Nazis in earnest. And an entire battalion of fascists, complete with equipment, was wiped out by a children's unit.
  After the victory, the last fascist was killed with a slingshot to the back of the head. He fell, flipping his motorcycle over.
  Boys and girls, shuffling their bare, sunburned feet with calloused soles, began collecting trophies. And indeed, many of the fascists were found to be in possession of stolen goods. Among them were collections of gold teeth, bridges, and other finery, various brooches, beads, and coins. Some even had Tsarist gold coins.
  Dollars were also found, which were in circulation in the Third Reich alongside marks.
  The children acted energetically and professionally. They loaded the loot onto captured motorcycles. Then they moved on. It was quite a fighting team.
  Oleg and Margarita, being immortal, ran fast. Their bare feet flashed by. The boy and girl began to sing:
  We have found ourselves in hard times,
  Where the East is treacherous and cunning...
  We walk barefoot on the pebbles,
  There is no carpet underfoot at all!
  
  We want to find such a force,
  To conquer mountains at once...
  The crocodile will have to be torn apart,
  And the evil bear will be crushed!
  
  Rus' was under the rule of the Genghisids,
  And the horde trampled the Motherland...
  How many parasites have attacked,
  This is the Russian destiny!
  
  Waves from the underworld attack,
  And the hooves beat like a drum...
  For the sake of our Mother God,
  Get Svarog's sword ready, boy!
  
  Lada gave birth to the mighty Gods,
  Know that her power is great...
  The most noble reward awaits the guys,
  And the vampire's share of garlic!
  
  We will stack the infidels in stacks,
  We'll chop them like hay...
  Girls with muscular legs,
  They can beat their enemies hard!
  
  We disperse the clouds in the sky,
  In the glory of the Almighty Perun...
  Fighting is a stupid idea,
  Search for the golden rune!
  
  The sun's ray shines over the earth,
  It is Yarilo who lights the way...
  Someone possessed by Satan,
  He wants to bend our Rus' into a fist!
  
  There are no trifles in warfare,
  We are all all over the Earth...
  Someone gets a deuce, I see,
  And brings harm to his family!
  
  We know where the strength comes from,
  The almighty God Svarog is with us...
  The dead will rise from the grave,
  When the White God comes into the world!
  
  It's not good for the guys to retreat,
  Let us stand firm in battle...
  Even if the swarm of okrov went crazy,
  We'll be able to really drive them!
  
  In the extermination of the tough warriors,
  And believe me, they have such a blow...
  The apples are already ripening,
  This is the kind of fun gift we have!
  
  Help the girls, guys,
  To fight like a hurricane...
  And they fired from a machine gun,
  It's like a volcano is flaring up!
  
  By God's power we will drive away our enemies,
  I believe we will definitely win...
  And although the evil robber rages,
  But a cherub hovers above us!
  
  Why are we young men embarrassed?
  Why aren't girls nice...
  The fields are already in full bloom,
  The rain washed away the boulders!
  
  We'll have to gallop madly,
  And we will receive the very first prize...
  The boy is a nimble, real bunny,
  And a beloved artist in my soul!
  
  What about the orcs, no matter how fierce you are,
  I still believe we will defeat you...
  You know, forge victory for yourself,
  May you have boundless strength!
  
  The evil crows don't scare us,
  We are used to fighting like a titan...
  Where the evil Cain sharpens his knife,
  And the tyrant weaves intrigues!
  
  Warriors of the Fatherland can do a lot,
  Believe me, their power is great...
  Someone has the sharp sword of Svarog,
  The boy has a steady hand!
  
  Although the boy wasn't very tall,
  His childhood lasts a whole century...
  Defeating Koschei can be simple,
  What a powerful man he is!
  
  The Fuhrer is an evil, bald, schizophrenic,
  He wants to destroy our Rus'...
  He's got five kopeks of intelligence,
  But he is cunning, he brings on sadness!
  
  To defeat him we need,
  Children, sharpen your sword more firmly...
  And then this is what friendship will be like,
  The predator will soon turn into game!
  
  We will reach the edge of the universe,
  The garden will bloom on Mars too...
  Our business is work and creation,
  And really save the world on Earth!
  
  From victory we go to victory,
  And we chop off the heads of our enemies...
  The neighbors are getting a bit sad already,
  It turned out to be an absolute disgrace!
  
  What happened that the sun went dark?
  Did Genghis Khan invade?
  The Japanese army attacks,
  Port Arthur fell in a heroic battle!
  
  But the girls rushed to help,
  To show the combat class...
  Homeland of the most beautiful Elfia,
  And a kick with a graceful leg!
  
  Now these orcs have been beaten,
  They clearly burned out a turbulent horde...
  The fight, believe me, will be very long,
  And I will come to you, bald devil!
  
  Believe me, we will drive the enemy into the walls,
  Or rather, even into the cellars...
  There will be big changes,
  The power of the Family is with us forever!
  
  They opened their souls to the Fatherland,
  We are girls and we will spread the edge...
  We pierce the carcass with bayonets,
  Our Tsar Nicholas will be glorified!
  
  You girls will love him,
  So that Rus' may flourish under the Tsar...
  Somewhere the wolf cubs are already moving,
  Keeping Satan out!
  
  Well, in short, we will fight,
  We will not give up even an inch of land...
  Boys have always known how to fight,
  Warriors of one family!
  
  We have defeated our enemies with great strength,
  We showed we can beat, believe me...
  Elfinism will soon be given,
  And the wild beast is torn to pieces!
  
  We will fight for the planet,
  As Lord Svarog commanded us...
  The heroic deeds are sung,
  Black, White, Red God is with us!
  
  We can all do something really cool,
  Defeat the enemy orcs...
  It is dangerous to argue with demiurges,
  This is not about building fences!
  
  The girls evoke admiration,
  They can do such a disastrous thing to you...
  And they throw grenades with their legs,
  Let the enemy fly away to be scrapped!
  
  There is a military way to know the greatest,
  Believe me, cosmic heights...
  God Almighty is the most real,
  And believe me, Rod cannot be defeated!
  
  Well, where are you all going, you orcs?
  We will cut you with swords, believe me...
  You will bend under the girl's blow,
  And you will break down the door with your oak forehead!
  
  We will arrange a true grave for you,
  Well, let's feast ourselves...
  We will soon go out with the army to the valley,
  We'll have a really cool fight!
  
  Why don't you frown, girls?
  I believe I'll grow up too...
  We will see here the streams of will,
  And I will bring salvation to people!
  
  Know Belobog will resurrect the dead,
  Everyone in a young body forever...
  And such beautiful women of Paradise,
  You will never lose!
  
  The noble Virius will be in eternal happiness,
  Everything is wonderful, the apple trees are in bloom...
  And we will enter the honey valley,
  And let's make our long-held dream come true!
  The children sang with such feeling and enthusiasm. That morning, the children's detachment attacked the Nazi garrison. The soldiers there were mostly Arabs. The boys and girls acted harmoniously and harmoniously.
  They attacked the fascist garrison from various sides. And with their bare toes, they threw explosive packets of coal dust or sawdust. How they exploded and blazed. The houses where the Nazis had holed up caught fire. Clouds of smoke billowed into the sky.
  A team of young warriors shot and mowed down the fascists. That was awesome, cool, and aggressive.
  Oleg fired a burst, mowed down Arabs and blacks, and each bullet found its target and sang:
  Motherland of the USSR,
  We take an example from you!
  Stalin leader superman,
  Let Uncle Sam tremble!
  And the boy will give the Hitler colonel a triple blow with his bare, round, childish heel to the chin.
  Margarita also fought with great vigor, shooting and spinning.
  The other children showed their class, too. Their small stature made them difficult to hit. And they fired with exceptional accuracy. They truly are remarkable creatures.
  Margarita sang with joy, throwing an explosive packet with her graceful, small, childish foot:
  The boys are lively now,
  Bare heels run...
  Both boys and girls,
  The man is cool these days!
  
  The USSR elevated us all,
  Made above all people...
  Children, strive for the heights,
  And let the villain be defeated!
  So the girl sang, and again threw the lethal explosive packet. And then she fired a burst. The boy, Pavlushka, also a pretty good shot, bared his childish teeth, sharp as a wolf cub's, and sang:
  It's good to be forever young,
  And forget all illnesses...
  Be cheerful, daring, noisy,
  The thread of life will not be broken!
  That's how the children sang. And in a furious attack on the Nazis. And how they mowed them down. That's why they're barefoot. Energy flows from their native Russian soil. And through the children's feet, it enters their bodies, and the Pioneers become very energetic, and the Nazis can't hit them. And so the boys and girls crush Hitler's troops as if they were toys.
  And the young Leninists wear red ties that act as amulets, and the Nazis' bullets and shells don't hit the children. This is how the fierce battle unfolds.
  The girl Lara fired a burst, mowed down the fascists and sang:
  - Glory to communism, glory to the pioneers!
  Here are some kids setting fire to a couple of American Sherman tanks. They're somewhat outdated, but still combat-ready tanks, especially before the Soviet T-54 entered mass production. The young warriors are fighting the Americans and singing.
  America is a beautiful country,
  In it, every person is considered a cowboy...
  She is given forever by God,
  Therefore, we stand up for our Motherland!
  Margarita remarked with a grin:
  - The United States is currently a colony of the Third Reich. And the song is turning out kind of stupid!
  Oleg exclaimed with fury, mowing down the fascists with a machine gun:
  Our Motherland is the USSR,
  We will fight for the dream...
  Even if Uncle Sam attacks us,
  I need to go to New York, I'll come in a tank!
  Children tore houses to pieces, literally bloodying them. And the Nazis were becoming increasingly fearful. British Goering tanks were also burning. They were a further modernization of the Churchill. How thoroughly they burned.
  The pioneer girl Katya squeaked:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  Oleg, throwing an explosive package with his little toes, emphasized:
  - First of all, the Motherland, and secondly, Stalin!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  The fascist attacked my homeland,
  Samurai are brazenly creeping in from the east...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  Even though anger sometimes breaks my heart!
  Here's the central building of the Nazi commandant's office, made of stone with thick walls. But that doesn't faze the children. Oleg aimed his homemade, long-range flamethrower at it and just lets loose. It was truly a searing effect, like a volcanic eruption. And the Nazi snipers, scorched and blinded, jumped and bounced. And they burned like shashlik.
  Oleg sang, shooting down a Hitlerite helicopter with a slingshot, and it began to smoke and crash down:
  But there was another possible, terrible outcome,
  He could destroy sinners with fire...
  However, he spared the fallen people,
  And now my thoughts are about Stalin!
  Margarita chirped, baring her pearly teeth, and knocked out an armored transport with a pea-sized explosive:
  Boys grow up to win,
  To glorify Rus' for centuries...
  Problems and troubles will disappear,
  Capable of tearing fascism to pieces!
  CHAPTER No 6.
  The girls, under Stalenida's command, fought another battle. But this time, things didn't go so well. The unit suffered losses.
  Three girls were killed, the rest of the dozen fighters were wounded to varying degrees and barely managed to break away. Two of the girls even had to be carried. Alas, this is war. You can't always destroy everyone. Especially since the column included some very durable tanks, specifically E-5 self-propelled guns. They may be small, but they're quite durable. And then the jet attack aircraft arrived.
  And behind them, disc-shaped helicopters. Try to resist such might. Only three more casualties out of twelve-you could say they got off lightly. But they took down more than twenty fascists. That's how the battle turned out.
  The warriors wandered away, struggling with their last strength. Natasha, that mischievous girl, remarked:
  - It's such a pity about the girls... It's really a pity... But why not add some guys to our battalion?
  Stalenida growled, angrily kicking a May beetle with her bare foot:
  - To each his own... But you only have males on your mind!
  Victoria was offended and remarked:
  - Me too! I'd love to be caressed by a guy. To feel my breasts in his arms...
  The red-haired devil plucked a blade of grass, bit it off and cooed:
  - Oh, my cool boys... It's so good that you're not gay... I love those who fuck girls... After all, Superman has been a macho since he was in diapers!
  Stalenida softened a little and smiled:
  - Yes... That makes it a little more fun. And how is your friend Natasha?
  The blonde girl, not understanding, asked again:
  - What friend?
  The major answered confidently:
  - Andreyka! He was also awarded by Zhukov!
  Natasha sighed heavily and shrugged:
  - Unfortunately, I don"t know that...
  Meanwhile, Andreyka (a boy they knew, a Pioneer hero) was thrown into a cell. The wounded boy was left bound, even chained to the wall by the neck. The Nazis were so afraid of Russian children. The cell was damp, and not far from the boy, a girl hung chained to the wall. Completely naked, her body a mass of wounds, bruises, piss marks, cuts, and burns, the girl had been tortured. She was unconscious and only moaned softly.
  The boy looked at the walls. The prison was ancient, dating back to tsarist times. The walls were thick, and the small window, just under the ceiling, was barred. Andreyka felt not just like a prisoner, but like a prisoner of antiquity. Like the legendary rebel Stenka Razin, torture and execution awaited him.
  Andreyka groaned. Could he, an eleven-year-old boy, endure the torture? Would he start crying like a girl? After all, it wasn't fitting for a pioneer to moan and cry. Barefoot and scratched, Andreyka turned over; the wound was excruciatingly painful. His elbows were tied, and he had to twist somehow to get relief, to change his angle. The terrible pain subsided for a moment.
  The cell stunk terribly. The floor was stained with dried blood. Gnawed bones lay scattered about. People? It was frightening, clearly many prisoners had passed through this cell. True, Andreyka thought the fascists had only recently captured Grodno. And when had they managed to commit such mischief? Could these really be older victims. The NKVD, for example? The boy winced. It was downright terrifying! How difficult it was in this dungeon. There was no one to talk to; the girl seemed completely stunned. The executioners had tortured her, like the heroes of antiquity. But why? What harm could a young girl have done to the fascists? Then again, he, Andreyka, was just a boy, and he had started killing, fighting this scum. The fascists had placed their nation above all other nations and peoples. In doing so, they had legitimized evil and suffering! No, a normal person should fight such lawlessness. Moreover, the Germans themselves are not free; they are shackled by a totalitarian apparatus. It stifles every possible initiative and expression of human emotion.
  Fascism comes from the word "ligament." It mercilessly binds people, turning them into chained slaves. Communism, on the other hand, elevates humanity, gives them new strength, and stimulates the flame of life. There is a significant difference. Communism is international in nature and universal. Hitlerism elevates only one nation, not all of humanity. This is its flaw. But people share common roots, as has been biologically proven. Both blacks and whites have perfectly healthy and fertile offspring. He, Andrey, the son of a Russian father and a Belarusian mother, is quite resilient, not at all an imbecile, and is ready to fight fascism.
  Of course, Pavel proved stronger and managed to escape the enemy, killing many Germans. He, Andreyka, acted like a weakling and was captured. Maybe he should have saved his last bullet for himself. Although, dead, he won't be able to kill another German! And now he's alive, even if he's suffering.
  Barefoot Andreyka scratched his slightly singed foot on a damp stone. Ilsa found the most painful spot and burned it with a cigarette, causing a blister. But that wouldn't break the brave boy. On the contrary, the pain should become an incentive, increasing his courage. And a pioneer never breaks. The Germans' triumph is temporary. They will be defeated sooner or later, just as evil always loses to good. One might argue, of course, that good triumphs only in fairy tales, but in real life, everything is more complicated. But even a fairy tale is merely a reflection of reality. After all, much that was once a dream has now become reality. Andreyka thought: maybe he is destined to die? That's entirely possible! But does he fear death? If communism triumphs, then he and the other heroes of the Soviet Union will be resurrected for a new, happy, and eternal life. Then he will live in a world without sorrow, suffering, death, and evil! The only thing that matters is that final victory be achieved! Only then will all the fallen heroes be resurrected!
  And the reign of communism will come! A world where the most cherished dreams will come true. A universe where man owns everything that exists, everything one can only dream of, and not even always count on success. This is such a complex and multifaceted world. And then other worlds will open their arms to man. So what! Perhaps evil also exists in the boundless expanses of space! It will haunt and torment alien beings. But capitalism will give them freedom too! It will break the bonds of slavery and humiliation. The time and hour of freedom will come, illuminating the earth with its radiant light! And the peoples of darkness will throw off the yoke of darkness, and man will conquer the worlds of the universe! And our grandchildren will remember, in disbelief, how we lived in darkness under an iron heel. We bore the marks of the evil beast, but now we walk in pure and holy faith!
  Andreyka was even surprised by how coherently his thoughts had formed. There was something special and unique about them. It was like during the civil war, when verse was the proletariat's main weapon, while prose was perhaps even somewhat despised and neglected. Now the poet is a prisoner, his pens and lyre, so to speak, in chains. Nevertheless, he doesn't give up and looks forward to a bright future. And what that future will be depends on each person. It's not like one person decides and imposes everything.
  Andreyka said:
  - The future depends on us! Even when it seems like nothing depends on us!
  The boy twisted around, trying to grind the rods. It was a tedious and difficult task, but there was always a chance of success. Andreyka, overcoming the terrible pain, began to rub against the wall. The main thing was not to cry out, not to show weakness. He was a Pioneer, and therefore the embodiment of courage. He must fight, so he would fight, and he would certainly win! For the glory of the Soviet fatherland.
  The boy rubbed stubbornly, at that moment the girl came to her senses and muttered:
  - Blue bunnies were jumping on the green lawn!
  And then she sank into oblivion again. The boy said:
  "Unfortunate woman! Those damned fascists tortured her! But I believe revenge will not be long in coming! The time for victory over the monsters of humanity is approaching." The boy turned and sang:
  And the flag will shine over the planet,
  There is no holy country in the universe more beautiful!
  And if necessary, we will die again,
  For communism, in the greatness of our cause!
  The pain washed over the boy again, he moved away from the wall a little and began to jerk his head.
  Then a creaking sound was heard, and five tall SS men entered the cell. Without thinking twice, they kicked the boy with their boots and grabbed him by the arms:
  - Let's go, bitch!
  Andreyka knew there was no point in resisting. They unfastened his collar. They hit him a couple more times and then carried him away. An icy chill washed over the boy: where were they taking him? Was the worst thing really about to happen?
  Indeed, the boy was being dragged somewhere downwards. And, oddly enough, it was getting warmer. Andreyka suddenly felt much more cheerful: where was ours, she hadn't disappeared! He would get out of this mess, too.
  They carried him down the steps, slowly descending! Finally, the boy felt the dampness give way to dryness. The executioners carried the child into a fairly spacious room. True, the walls looked ominous, with a variety of fantastically shaped instruments hanging on them. The boy saw several blazing fireplaces and a contraption shaped like a rack. There were also numerous stretchers and various torture devices. Andreyka suddenly felt a heaviness in his stomach, a stabbing sensation!
  This is fear! The boy realized that he must not give in to it under any circumstances!
  Barefoot Andreyka tensed. An SS colonel sat in the hall, along with a woman he already knew-the one who had helped capture the boy. Pioneer Andreyka turned pale; clearly, a difficult fate awaited him if these hardened executioners were about to interrogate a child. No, he would never give in to them, even if he had to scream without a thought or a sound! But the question was, would he be able to endure it?
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name!
  Andreyka was silent. The whip lashed at him. A red stripe appeared on his back. The SS colonel repeated again:
  - Tell me your name, little one!
  Desperate Andreyka responded angrily:
  - I'm little Stalin!
  The SS colonel snorted:
  - That's the tone of voice that little bastard has! He obviously wants a tougher line.
  Ilsa squealed:
  - Let's fry the boy's heels.
  The SS Colonel asked:
  - Name your accomplices and in this case we will let you go!
  Ruslan, like a true pioneer hero, answered:
  - All Soviet people are my accomplices, from old man to child!
  The SS Colonel whistled:
  - You're a stubborn creature! You don't understand that we can kill you!
  Andreyka answered, his blue eyes sparkling:
  - The fascists can kill, but what they cannot do is take away the hope of immortality!
  The colonel shouted:
  - Get started!
  Barefoot and wounded, Ruslan was picked up, the ropes cut, and the bandages unceremoniously torn off. The boy gasped. His arms were forced behind him, and he was brought to the rack. A rope was placed over his hands. The colonel shouted:
  - Twist the bastard's joints!
  The rope stretched all the way up. Andreyka felt a hellish pain in his wounded shoulder and groaned:
  - Mom! This is terrible!
  The colonel bared his teeth:
  - You will talk!
  Andreyka shook his bright head:
  - No!
  Heavy shackles were placed on the boy's bare feet, and the bones in his shoulders cracked under the terrible pressure. Blood began to flow. The pain was horrific. Pioneer Andrei turned pale, his forehead was covered in sweat, and an involuntary groan escaped his lips, but he still found the strength to say:
  - No! And once again no!
  Ilsa placed a steel ramrod in the fireplace and said with a grin:
  - Dear boy, confess and we will give you some chocolates.
  The wounded Andrey shouted:
  - No! I don't need your filthy ersatz!
  Ilsa screamed:
  - You are such a bitch!
  Then she pulled a red-hot ramrod from the flames and plunged it into the wound. Pioneer Andreyka had never experienced such pain; he caught his breath, and lost consciousness from shock.
  Ilsa, like an experienced executioner, began to massage his cheeks and neck, and quickly brought the boy to his senses.
  - Don't hope, bastard, to find oblivion in a saving shock!
  The SS Colonel ordered:
  - Fry his heels.
  The SS executioners immediately lit a small fire, and the flames licked the child's beautiful, bare feet. Ilsa, meanwhile, plunged the red-hot ramrod into the wound again. The SS doctor injected the boy with a special drug to sharpen his pain and slow his loss of consciousness. Now Pioneer Andrei was overwhelmed by a boundless ocean of suffering, even worse than Dante's Inferno. Two other executioners began driving white-hot pins under the boy's fingernails.
  Andreyka, overcome with horrific suffering, felt on the verge of complete collapse. But suddenly, in his delirium, an image of Stalin appeared before him:
  "What should we do, chief?" the boy asked.
  And Stalin, smiling with white teeth, replied:
  - What else can a pioneer do in this situation? Just don't cry! Take a deep breath and sing.
  Pioneer Andreyka forced a smile:
  - Yes sir!
  The boy tensed up and, with great effort, began to sing in a breaking, but at the same time clear and strong voice, composing it right on the spot:
  He fell into terrible fascist captivity,
  I'm floating on the waves of terrible pain!
  But while bleeding, he sang songs,
  After all, a fearless pioneer is friends with his heart!
  
  And I will tell you firmly, executioners,
  What vile joy you have poured out in vain!
  If a weak person tells me to keep quiet,
  After all, the pain is excruciating and simply terrible!
  
  But I know, I firmly believe,
  Fascism will be cast into the abyss!
  A stream of evil flames will douse you,
  And all who fell will rise again rejoicing!
  
  And our faith in communism is strong,
  Let's fly like a falcon and become higher than all the stars!
  Let rivers of honey and wine flow,
  The whole world will hear the loud horn of advice!
  
  And the pioneer, clutching his machine gun tightly,
  Look higher into the sky, young man!
  And show the wavering an example,
  Your tie is as bright as a carnation!
  
  Fatherland, you mean everything to me,
  My dear mother and the meaning of my entire young life!
  Letting go of this difficult life for now,
  Our people are suffering under evil fascism!
  
  But the red youth strains his will,
  Spit in the bandit's face with the hellish swastika!
  Let the enemies shudder in rage,
  And they will be defeated by the Red Army!
  
  The USSR is a sacred country,
  What has communism given to the peoples!
  How our mother gave us her heart,
  For happiness, peace, hope and freedom!
  This is how courageously the Pioneer hero held on. And he was worthy of his title, because "Pioneer" is a proud title. This is exactly how every Soviet boy should hold himself.
  Meanwhile, the girls had climbed into the thicket. They lit a small fire and ate some food. Two of the nine girls were unable to walk, and after administering first aid, bandaging them, and giving them some captured alcohol, they were able to soothe their wounds and fall asleep.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  "Everything in our world is relative. For example, alcohol is essentially a poison, but it's also a cure. Look, the girls fell asleep! And they felt so much better!"
  Victoria wittily remarked:
  - Everything in the world is relative... And God is not an angel, and the Devil is not the devil!
  Veronica responded angrily:
  - What blasphemy... What are we talking about?
  The red-haired devil logically noted:
  - And about that... In the Bible, God only speaks in the language of violence. Just look at Noah. And the devil? Actually, you don't hear much about him. In any case, even in the Bible, Satan tempts more than he kills!
  Natasha noted rationally:
  "God really does love violence. King David waged brutal wars. God commanded the extermination of an entire people, including women, children, and livestock, to Saul! It's strange to talk about mercy... Don't you think?!"
  Veronica wanted to say something, but nothing sensible came to mind. Really, there wasn't much to say. She'd thought a lot about Noah's flood herself. And she couldn't find an explanation, at least not a rational one, for such cruelty. God hadn't abolished sin; Ham had been exposed, and Noah wasn't exactly a saint. And it wasn't Ham who was cursed, but Hamam. That, too, was incomprehensible. The entire Bible, especially the Old Testament, is full of misunderstandings. For example, Elisha killed forty-two children for something so trivial as being teased about his bald head.
  This is clearly too much! To treat children like this. And it's hard to explain.
  Veronica herself was wavering in her religious beliefs. She didn't even know which faith to embrace. She didn't particularly like Orthodoxy: it had a lot of show and pomp, but it was all somehow cold. But the Baptists also left her with no peace or comfort. Whatever one might say, religion requires faith. And the intelligent girl wanted everything to be logical and for all the loose ends to connect.
  So that everything seems rational and correct. But as it is... Even the doctrine of eternal torment in hell seems excessive. The most terrible thing about hell is the duration of punishment: hell will last forever. And billions upon billions of years will pass, and sinners will still be tormented and suffering. And that's terrible! What is eternity? It's easier for a blindfolded monkey to type the Bible while typing on a keyboard than to wait out eternity.
  The tortures of hell are a separate topic. It wouldn't be a sin to torture Hitler longer and more intensely. But what if a teenager ends up in hell? How can a person be saved if they sin? Even if not by deeds, then by words or thoughts! And what is sin anyway?
  Victoria, seeing that Veronica was silent, increased the pressure:
  - And in the Book of Revelation... Just when life on Earth was beginning to improve, they began to rain down plagues on planet Earth. And torment all of humanity. And what can one say?
  Veronica replied harshly:
  - You'll find out when you go to hell!
  Stalenida stopped the squabble:
  - Everyone, go to bed! There's still a lot of work ahead!
  The girls eagerly closed their eyes. The summer night was quite warm, and the warriors, huddled close, fell asleep.
  Veronica dreamed she'd entered a futuristic world. You'd walk down the street, and the sidewalks would flow like a river. Colorful cars would fly across them. And everywhere would be Pioneers with red ties. And these children would fly and swirl like moths. And everyone would be smiling, grinning.
  Veronica flapped her arms and flew away. She was like a butterfly, and you could hear the flapping of wings. And you just kept flying, flying... And all around you there were such bright colors. The houses were huge, multicolored, painted like cakes. And there were countless statues-various fairytale animals. Everything was so beautiful. One of the buildings resembled a diamond-studded donut. And flying saucers were circling around it. They glowed orange, casting a dazzling reflection.
  Another building is shaped like seven crabs stacked on top of each other. Each crab is a different color, and their claws sparkle with precious stones. And the flying machines: so beautiful and graceful. Some of them don't have a fixed shape, but move through space like blobs.
  Others, on the contrary, are structured. They resemble snowflakes, such a perfect geometric shape. What's not beauty and the embodiment of aesthetics?
  The building itself hovers in mid-air, resembling an eagle with flamboyant wings, only it seems made of crystal. And its beak shines brighter than a diamond, or perhaps even the sun.
  And what about the structure at the top, which houses a whole aquarium with wondrous sea creatures. Fish with silver scales and long, golden fins. And those multi-legged creatures. Also, as if studded with jewels. And jellyfish that shimmer in every color of the rainbow.
  A girl in a red tie flew up to Veronica and asked in surprise:
  - Are you an adult?
  Veronica answered with a smile:
  - Yes, why?
  The pioneer giggled and replied:
  - Nothing good! If you're of age, the hyperdragon will take you.
  Veronica whistled:
  - Wow! And I thought you had communism!
  The girl in the red tie nodded sadly and answered loudly:
  "We really do have communism! Free food, free goods, absolutely everything. From game consoles to VR headsets." The girl nodded, shaking her transparent, crystal slipper and chirping. "Look at this little tree."
  Indeed, next to the building, shaped like four asters stacked on top of each other, grew an oak tree with golden leaves. And on it grew pastries, cakes, and various culinary delights. So lush and beautiful.
  Veronica exclaimed in admiration:
  - This is wonderful! What a tree...
  The pioneer nodded, and a cake appeared in her hand. The girl chirped.
  - Try it! It's delicious!
  Veronica swallowed the sweet pulp of the cake. The taste was truly so delicate and pleasant, as if a greenhouse were blooming in her mouth. And how wonderful it all was.
  Veronica honestly admitted:
  - I've never eaten anything better!
  The pioneer smiled and bared her pearly teeth, answering angrily:
  "And just like that, when we reach adulthood, or rather, when we become teenagers, we are devoured by a hyperdragon. This is precisely the tragedy of our great people!"
  Veronica said decisively, clenched her fists and kicked the air with her bare foot:
  - I will take revenge on the dragon! I'm ready to fight him!
  The pioneer snapped the fingers of her right hand. And a sharp sword appeared in the air. Large and glittering. With sharp edges, its blade glowed as if woven from stars.
  Veronica extended her hand. The sword entered on its own, and the warrior gripped it. She said with excitement:
  - I will fight for my Motherland... With God's help, for the sake of the people!
  The pioneer girl answered angrily, even sending sparks from her pearly teeth:
  - There is no God! It's all human prejudice!
  Veronica sighed heavily:
  - Oh! Again... And here comes the godless kingdom...
  The girl objected vigorously:
  "We don't have a kingdom! We have a democracy! The Senate and Congress rule, and two consuls-a boy and a girl, elected for one year by all the people." The Pioneer slammed her shoe on the empty space so hard it clanged. Then she croaked. "Communism is the rule of the people, not a cult of individuality like Stalin!"
  Veronica partially agreed:
  "Stalin really did allow himself to be praised too much! He really needs to be a little more modest!"
  The pioneer shook her scarlet tie and shouted, raising her right hand:
  - A pioneer is always ready! We'll kill all the cattle!
  Veronica couldn't resist asking:
  - How old are you?
  The girl smiled and answered politely:
  - Two hundred twenty five!
  Veronica whistled and widened her eyes:
  - Really?
  The girl made a serious face and said:
  "We mature very slowly! From birth to being consumed by the dragon, it takes just over a thousand years!"
  Veronica yelped, fluttering her lush, black eyelashes:
  - It's just like eternal childhood! Like a fairy tale!
  The pioneer girl said sadly:
  - This is a fairy tale, only a very scary one... If it weren"t for the dragon, we would be immortal and would never know old age!
  Veronica said meaningfully:
  - Communism is the kingdom of eternal youth!
  The girl shook her golden head and chirped:
  - Now, please, sing something for us! To make things more fun!
  Children began flying toward Veronica from all sides. Boys and girls, all beautiful, in elegant clothes. And their silvery voices rang out, so pleasant and delightfully beautiful.
  - Sing, little flower! Don't be shy! You're simply a great delight!
  And Veronica landed on the moving walkway, and dancing along it with her bare, graceful feet, playing her voice with delight and great gusto, she began to sing;
  I am the daughter of the Fatherland of light and love,
  The most beautiful Komsomol girl...
  Even though the Fuhrer builds his rating on blood,
  Sometimes I feel awkward!
  
  This is a very glorious century of Stalinism,
  When everything around sparkles and shines...
  The proud man spread his wings -
  And Abel rejoices, Cain perishes!
  
  Russia is my homeland,
  Although sometimes I feel awkward...
  And the Komsomol is one family,
  Even if it's barefoot, it's a prickly path!
  
  Steep fascism attacked the Motherland,
  This boar bared his fangs in fury...
  From the sky poured mad napalm,
  But God and the brilliant Stalin are with us!
  
  Russia is the Red USSR,
  Mighty great Fatherland...
  In vain does Sir spread his claws,
  We will definitely live under communism!
  
  Even though the great war has begun,
  And the masses shed blood in abundance...
  Here the great country writhes,
  From tears, fires and great pain!
  
  But I believe we will revive our Fatherland,
  And let us raise the Soviet flag higher than the stars...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  To the great, most radiant Russia!
  
  This is my homeland,
  There is nothing more beautiful in the entire universe...
  Even though Satan's penalty has accumulated,
  Our faith will be strengthened in these sufferings!
  
  How the self-proclaimed Hitler did something funny,
  He managed to take all of Africa at once...
  Where does fascism get so much strength from?
  The infection has spread across the Earth!
  
  That's how much the Fuhrer captured,
  And it doesn"t even have any measure...
  What a quarrel this bandit has caused,
  A scarlet flag of horror flutters above them!
  
  The Fritzes are so strong now,
  They don"t have Tigers, but rather more terrifying tanks...
  And if a sniper hit Adolf in the eye,
  Give the fascists some stronger cans!
  
  What we can't do, we'll do jokingly,
  Although barefoot girls in the frost...
  We are raising a very strong child,
  And a scarlet, most beautiful rose!
  
  Even though the enemy strives to break through to Moscow,
  But the girl's bare breasts stood up...
  We'll hit with a machine gun from a scythe,
  The soldiers are firing, my dears!
  
  We will make Russia above all others,
  The country that is more beautiful in the universe than the Sun...
  And there will be a convincing success,
  Our faith will be strengthened in Orthodoxy!
  
  And believe me, we will resurrect the dead, girls,
  Or by the power of God, or the flower of science...
  We will conquer the vastness of the universe,
  Without all the delays and vile boredom!
  
  We will be able to make our Motherland cool,
  Let us raise the throne of Russia higher than the stars...
  You are the Fuhrer's mustachioed hooray,
  Who imagines himself to be a messiah without any boundaries of evil!
  
  We will make the Fatherland like a giant,
  What will happen, like a monolith of one...
  The girls all stood up together and did the splits,
  After all, knights are invincible in battle!
  
  Protect the great Fatherland,
  Then you will receive a reward from Christ...
  It would be better for the Almighty to end the war,
  Although sometimes you have to fight bravely!
  
  In short, the battles will soon die down,
  The battles and losses will end...
  And the great eagle knights,
  Because everyone is a soldier from birth!
  CHAPTER No 7.
  Having destroyed the Nazi garrison, the child soldiers captured enormous trophies, including an entire crate of gold and platinum ingots. And something else... Specifically, the blueprints for a brand-new high-speed self-propelled gun.
  Oleg promised to deal with them. Meanwhile, to avoid airstrikes, the children upped and left the village. Their bare, pink heels flashing, they retreated deeper into the forest.
  There the sun had already risen high, and the young partisans, having fortified themselves with captured canned goods and flatbreads with berries, went to bed, posting several boys and girls on guard duty.
  Meanwhile, Oleg and Margarita dreamed of a cosmic future.
  The girl took the bracelet and turned it over in front of her eyes.
  - A beautiful little animal. The tails are intertwined in a pattern. Have you checked it out?
  -Yes, in every way.
  "Then you can take the child." Oksana handed the jewelry to her son.
  Oleg greedily grabbed it with his hands.
  - Now he's mine.
  The girl turned to her husband.
  - So, should we watch the star zoo to the end or go relax somewhere else?
  "Of course, we'll see it," the boy squealed. "It's so interesting here, and I've never seen such animals."
  Zudist turned towards the exit, he seemed a little clumsy and slow until he turned on the antigrav and rose a couple of meters above the ground.
  -Goodbye, my new friends. May the Almighty illuminate your path.
  Oleg, the boy in his cosmic past, blinked his eyes in a dream and then turned to Oksana.
  - Mom, does God exist or not?
  - Of course, there is, and all races, nations and species believe in its existence.
  - Why can't you see it then?
  - Because of the sins of people, he hid his face.
  -But this is an escape, is our creator really a coward?
  - No, he is merciful, for his gaze is capable of killing us sinners.
  Oleg seemed to disagree.
  "And why am I a sinner? I got excellent grades in kindergarten, obeyed my instructors and teachers, endured hardships, and prepared to serve Russia. And you, even more so, are sinless, honest soldiers."
  Vladimir sighed. Orthodoxy was the official religion of Russia, but deep down, he disagreed with it. Besides, there was a clear contradiction between the pacifist biblical teaching and the actual practice, where death on the battlefield guaranteed paradise. And the idea of paradise wasn't particularly appealing; there was no sin there, meaning there would be no one to strive for self-improvement with, no one to strive for. Far more appealing was the idea of another life after death. It was when your spirit was incarnated in another universe, where the struggle, wars, and incredible adventures continued.
  Although you seem fed up with war, your heart refuses peace. Oksana answered for him.
  There are open sins, and there are hidden ones. Furthermore, there are negative memories of misdeeds from distant ancestors, which also need to be washed away.
  "Well, then it will last forever. That's what I think. Why not sin sometimes, do a little mischief? After all, you get tired of discipline. Even soldiers are given a good time after battles."
  Vladimir considered it necessary to intervene.
  - Were you taught this?
  - No, on the contrary, we prayed every day, but the girl from the parallel detachment, such a redhead, said...
  -What did she say? - Oksana tensed up.
  -That there is no God!
  "What nonsense. Science has proven that our universe, with its infinite diversity of forms, could not have originated on its own, but was created by the Almighty. The existence of God has been proven by the best scientists, and your girl is too young and stupid. Besides, these aren't her thoughts; most likely, they were implanted in her by one of the dimwitted adults."
  - But she argues very logically.
  -Then it's possible that she's a spy and working for the enemy. What's her name?
  - I won't tell.
  Vladimir intervened.
  -Do you want me to guess?
  -Try!
  Vladimir stood up straight and said theatrically.
  -Margarita Korshunova.
  Oleg was stunned.
  -How did you guess?
  -If she was smart enough to find out about the time machine, then she had enough imagination to figure out that God does not exist.
  - And you're a ray gun! That's right. So does He exist or not?
  "This is a serious matter; we'd better discuss it at home. For now, let's look at these unusual animals." Vladimir took his son's hand, and together they took off. Oksana, a young security officer with hot, sinful blood, wasn't particularly religious either. But in the state, being a believer had become almost mandatory; in any case, an atheist couldn't make a career, and the president swore by the Bible. The Book of Books itself had been changed: the Old Testament had been shortened, removing the part describing the history of the Jewish people, while the New Testament, on the contrary, had been supplemented with tradition, making the Bible even thicker. Nevertheless, the humanistic principles-resist not evil, repay evil with good-remained, for the Gospel, as well as the teachings of the incarnate God, Jesus Christ, cannot be changed. Meanwhile, a brutal, all-out war was raging, where there was no room for pacifism. Therefore, a special article was created interpreting Scripture, and the Bible itself was withdrawn from free sale, with only individual quotations permitted. Such a move undoubtedly generated a certain distrust of the official religion among the more educated officer corps. Greater clarity and precision were desired, and besides, life expectancy had increased significantly, youth had become centuries-long, and hormones in the blood were as active as in adolescence.
  That's why the professional army had a brothel, and recently, with the massive conscription of women, heterosexual intercourse was legalized. The only thing was that you had to have a license to have a child-you had to have perfect genetics. There were many such illegitimate children, often raised in incubators, most of whom were later sent to large paramilitary orphanages, where they were turned into fighting machines. There was a Ministry of Eugenics, which strictly monitored the improvement of the offspring's quality. It all seems well and good, but what about the commandment "Thou shalt not commit adultery," or the words of Christ: "Whoever looks at a woman lustfully commits adultery in thought." And what about, for example, the Fazzani-if they strike you on the right cheek, turn the left. What does this mean, capitulating to the invaders and appealing to God's mercy? The Fazzans might not exterminate the entire human race, but they will turn people into slaves, mere objects. Furthermore, the slave trade is thriving in the conquered worlds, and it's frightening to even imagine the trade in products made from human skin, bones, and hair, or even simply their processing into protein preserves. Horrible! God forbid such a fate befalls all of humanity! Vladimir understood that these contradictions between real life and religious belief would grow, which meant a change of scenery and the emergence of a new, alternative religion were inevitable. And undoubtedly, a more aggressive and militant one. But it's better for children not to know these complexities, and to act as the state dictates. To distract himself from his troubling thoughts, he pointed a finger at his son.
  - Look, Olezhka is a mix of strawberry and gorilla, she jumps and makes faces.
  - And a very big one. And what does it eat?
  "Also carnivores." Vladimir turned on the image, and a dinosaur-sized, crocodile-mouthed strawberry gibbon hopped through the kilometers-high trees. It chased, stretching its long arms, four-tailed squirrels, also giants the size of mammoths. And yet, the ape's mouth stretched, and it swallowed them whole. And along with them, its belly grew. Having swallowed four squirrels, the monster belched out dirty purple bile, grew heavy, and curled up, covered in armor and sharp spines, snoring loudly.
  - Ugh, she's disgusting, what a strange metabolism.
  The ability to transform matter is inherent in nature; each planet has its own unique conditions, and only the strongest survives. Apparently, this is how the ape-like creature adapted to the world of Harpid.
  - I like the zoo, but I would also like to have a real fight with these creatures.
  -So, hunt for them?
  -Yes! It's much more interesting than watching them behind a force barrier.
  - Well, they won't let you go on a real safari, but you can in a virtual one.
  - So, shoot at holograms reproduced by a computer?
  -Yes! Just like you did on the fazzana in kindergarten.
  "It's certainly interesting, but no cyber-illusion can replace reality. I'd like to slap puddles, or better yet, rivers of blood."
  -Can this be arranged?
  - Also cybernetically?
  -The brain and body will not notice the difference.
  "It's still a lie, I want the real thing." Oleg whined like a child. "Is there really no such thing?"
  - Why, not exactly not, but it costs a fortune. Only the extremely rich can afford it.
  - Are there any like that in our country?
  - Unfortunately, there are. True, there aren't many of them, and besides, there are capitalists from other countries and races.
  -Okay, we're poor, but at least we're honest. We'll have to choose computer animation.
  -You're capricious, you naughty boy, well, enjoy your holiday today, and after the elite kindergarten, the same super-military school awaits you.
  - So let me relax for now, especially since they will immediately train me to be a general, who knows, maybe in a few years you will be under my command.
  - In that case, I would be very proud of you, son. And I wish you a successful career.
  The boy and his parents approached a large hall with armored doors. There, anyone could pay a fee to experience the world of a particular animal and hunt it. What's more, a line had formed, including a large number of extragalactic creatures.
  - It's too long to wait here, son, maybe we'd better look for other entertainment.
  In response, Oleg pointed at the glowing screen. It read: "We give priority service to full holders of the Order of Glory and other recipients of state orders."
  -Okay, Oleshka convinced me, just don't watch for long.
  Like an icebreaker, Vladimir pushed the crowd aside and approached the window with four robots.
  -I ask for one ticket for my boy.
  The robot looked at Oleg and squeaked.
  -Isn't he too young for such entertainment?
  "I completed an elite special forces course." The boy turned on the hologram of his computer bracelet.
  The robot checked the energy quanta and hummed.
  - Come in, cabin seven on the left.
  Oleg turned in a room with armored walls, there hung a super helmet that enveloped the entire body and, first of all, the brain.
  -Put it on your head, the technology will do the rest.
  The helmet easily adjusted to different sizes thanks to its auto-fitting feature; it was made of liquid metal and could fit any race. Placing it on his head, the boy felt like a king.
  "Oh, what's going to happen now?" A panel flashed, displaying a whole arsenal, from obsolete automatic weapons to the latest hyperplasmic developments, including some not yet in service, fantastic annihilation weapons with the widest possible range of effects.
  Oleg selected a standard three-barreled ray gun, a fun plasma-bubble-shooting spinner, and a laser dagger. Thus, well armed, the boy headed to the next panel. Now he had to choose a location for the space hunt. The range of landscapes was vast: ice, hydrogen, helium, and other deserts, jungles, underwater worlds, planets of molten lava, alcohol, oil, and more. There were megacities, bustling and semi-desert, colorful and, conversely, gloomy and nightmarish. Oleg considered this; he had fought in similar "virtual" games before, feeling the feedback, the movements of his real body shooting at holograms. This wasn't quite the same. Although the movement was felt in every muscle. It's nice to be little; many problems don't bother you, though somewhere beneath the surface, the thought gnaws: your homeland is waging war with the Fazzans, and is slowly losing, and that would worry anyone. When you think about it, your little heart begins to ache, pound, and there's an unpleasant pit in the pit of your stomach. So you try not to think about the bad stuff. What are these Fazzans like, each different, each with no discernible shape? They were usually depicted as hideous monsters, meant to evoke disgust. So, you can imagine a similar monster in any animal, no matter how small. The boy chose a jungle-covered city as the landscape. It looked quite piquant: kilometer-long palm trees jutting out between skyscrapers. And a full complement of undead creatures, a very difficult level. For protection, you could choose a personal force field and become completely invulnerable. But then there would be no risk, and the hunt would turn into a one-sided meat grinder. But this way, even animals have a chance. Here come the first players-saber-toothed dinosaurs with long porcupine quills. Oleg fires calmly, allowing the monsters to draw closer. The animals' heavy breathing and the hungry rumble of their gigantic stomachs can be heard, and the ground trembles under the weight of their heavy paws. The beams strike their blazing eyes, the animals fall, showering the boy with dust, and hot blood splashes sting his exposed face.
  "You're lying, you won't catch the young knight." The boy pulled out a small annihilation grenade and hurled it at the dinosaur. The blast was so powerful it popped his ears, and the wave knocked Oleg off his feet, landing in a pool of orange-orange blood. After he got out, he continued firing. Giant butterflies with sperm whale mouths and ten-meter-long claws appeared in the sky. It turned out they were actually firing. Oleg noticed this and barely managed to jump aside, as the steel battering ram pierced the asphalt and concrete. With a return shot, the boy shot off the head of the winged mutant. The living airliner crashed down, ramming a skyscraper. For a moment, the boy felt uneasy, then a thought flashed through his mind - after all, this was all just make-believe and he was in no real danger. And the creatures of the virtual hell continued to attack. And not only from above, but also from below. Giant worms with flaming jaws gnawed through the concrete, trying to swallow the brave warrior whole. That was only half the problem, but the tiny crawling creatures proved a real disaster. They burned through the child's delicate boots in several places and sank into his now-bare heel. He had to jump, and then meteorites struck him. They turned out to be very smart, leaving the monsters alone while chasing Oleg. Knocking them all down simultaneously was out of the question. The boy received more and more painful wounds, and fear began to creep into his heart involuntarily: Will they really kill me? What will it be like after death, what awaits hell, heaven, or some other unknown, yet terrifying place? Why exactly is it terrifying? He was an excellent student in kindergarten, a patriot of his homeland, which meant the Great God would undoubtedly draw him to his bosom, perhaps enroll him in the angelic regiment, and all would be well.
  - Lord Jesus, give me strength.
  A second later, he felt ashamed, because they weren't actually killing here, and if he'd given up here, what would happen to him in a real fight? The boy continued to fight with great tenacity, sending out blast after blast. However, the sons of darkness were growing in number. The dim crimson sun had practically disappeared, obscured by strange creatures, membranous and sometimes composed of fiery plasma. Oleg was almost on fire, his clothes had rotted, and his supply of miniature grenades was exhausted. And yet, he held out hope. The boy fought like a lion and finally managed to destroy one strange creature, resembling a giant centipede. When it exploded, it turned into a swarm of bees, which pounced on the brave but short-sighted child. Oleg regretted not bringing a larger-format plasma gun-it was perfect for destroying such small creatures, while a simple beam gun would be a real challenge. There wasn't even a chance to dodge many of the insects. The boy was instantly stung, the venom penetrated his skin, and within seconds he lost consciousness.
  Oleg woke up at the selection panel, now offering an additional weapon selection. The boy wanted a rematch and accepted a new fight. It might not be entirely fair, but why not protect himself with a force field?
  "I won't let you kill me, fire rats. And I'll take a more powerful weapon, as well as a hypersuit." The child armed himself like an ultra-special forces soldier, even using weapons that weren't yet in service. Now the young Terminator confidently headed into the difficult sector, the passion of annihilation shining in his eyes. Dinosaurs were under attack, they were being exterminated by the dozens, hundreds. Hyperplasma instantly vaporizes animals along with skyscrapers and enormous trees. Nightmare bees, subterranean worms, and flying horrors are also caught in the relentless tornado of death. Butterflies instantly have their glittering wings charred, and their chitinous covering evaporates. Oleg should have chosen the most powerful hyperplasma cascade plasma gun, which is not even in service with the modern army; it can cover an area for tens of kilometers. Now that's fantastic power.
  The boy is overcome by the thrill of destruction; he completely destroys the city, and within half a minute a complete virtual desert forms around it.
  "I did it! I'm a hero, a super-terminator!" Oleg continues to flood everything with a billion-degree-hot hyperplasmic ocean. Then another thought occurs to the boy.
  - I want to change the landscape and destroy these fascists, these fazzans!
  The computer beeps in response.
  -The client's desire is the law.
  And so he finds himself in one of the cities of this parasitic people. Of course, the information is incomplete, but intelligence reports some things, and neutral tourists report others. Although the Fazzani forbid filming their cities, some things are smuggled out illegally.
  First and foremost, they dislike straight lines. The buildings and majestic skyscrapers are beautiful, but chaotically jagged and crooked. Yet, even in their curvature, there's a sense of grace. The colors are typically bright and sparkling, and like the people, there are many fountains and burning multicolored torches. The streets are also very winding, with spiral shapes predominating. These creatures also have a great affinity for giant, spiky flowers, growing specimens over a kilometer tall and typically holding their own discos within the buds. The Fazzans themselves adore variety in form and are terribly dissimilar to one another; many take the forms of cartoon characters, local fantasy fiction, or war heroes. There are also quite a few humans; it's even fashionable to assume human form. The Fazzans, despite their brutal totalitarianism, were a capitalist country, and their markets are chock-full of goods. Genuine women's leather was especially expensive; bags, raincoats, gloves, and other items fetched large sums of money. Some captives were taken to zoos and exhibited for money. Such displays and items always command a high price.
  Nevertheless, little is known about humanity's main enemy, and so Oleg's jaw dropped when he first saw the city, albeit virtual. He blinked for a long time, seeing such a concentration of Fazzans for the first time. Then he remembered that he had killed virtual Fazzans before, in various conditions. Kindergarten, that's serious stuff. But of course, he didn't have such a weapon. Only the one in service with the Russian army. Now he was delighted, having such a chance to fight the hated civilization. Setting the superplasma launcher to medium power, so he could savor the agony of the hated enemy, he pressed the buttons.
  A terrifying eruption of the tame volcano began. Skyscrapers melted and hissed, and the fazzani scattered, firing back. This was no longer a battle, but a cannonade of terror!
  "Here are you, radioactive Nazis! We will exterminate you completely, leaving no survivors." The boy felt satisfaction. The groans of wounded and dying creatures could be heard. Hyperplasma spread across the surface, everything turning into shattered pieces of quarks. Fighters appeared in the sky, then enormous starships. They opened up with dense laser-plasma fire, trying to crush the impudent worm.
  However, the absolutely impenetrable field withstood all the blows, and the child shot down the ships with return fire, like a seasoned player shooting billiard balls with a cue.
  Oleg gradually intensified the fire, widened the beam, and raised the temperature. Gradually, the magnificent city began to resemble a chain smoker's ashtray; the merciless boy was erasing it from the map, leaving only melted sand covered in flames. The ever-increasing cries of the Fazzani suddenly died down, the desert stretched to the horizon, and only the attack from above continued. This one-sided massacre only resembled it. Oleg increased the power even more and directed it upward. It seemed the sky was ablaze, and the apocalypse had arrived. The air burned and decomposed; at trillions of degrees, a thermonuclear chain reaction could begin, fusing helium and oxygen into heavier elements. In that case, the entire planet could explode. At least, that's what the computer was beeping at the boy. Oleg responded with a sly remark.
  "That depends on what you programmed. Besides, thermoquark bombs have exploded and fallen on various worlds, and never once has it caused a chain reaction."
  - But our theoretical calculations indicate that this is quite realistic.
  "A theory is only worth something when it's confirmed by practice. And what are theorists? Disillusioned practitioners," Oleg said pompously, pleased with his coherent thought.
  - You, boy, can't be allowed to try out the newest weapons.
  "That's not for you to decide, plasma computer. In the meantime, I'll raise the ultralaser's temperature to quintillions of degrees." Oleg spun the drum, reaching the maximum scale for the superplasma launcher. Then there was a blaze, so intense that it triggered what the "wise" computer had warned about. A radiant flash filled the entire sky; Oleg was only spared from being blinded by the protective field.
  "Well, that's awesome! I haven't seen such a majestic sight in a long time! However..." Oleg raised a finger; he was a smart boy. "All life, and therefore the Fazzan civilization, on this planet has been destroyed. Now all you have to do is count the points."
  -But you didn't take into account the side effects.
  The ground beneath the boy partially evaporated and partially melted, and he, pulled by virtual gravity, flew down into the embrace of plasma hell.
  - You see, you could have been captured, and even a force field wouldn't have saved you.
  "But I foresaw that; I have antigravity in my hypersuit." I broke free from the searing embrace.
  The boy did just that, breaking free from the blazing streams into space. Enemy ships were already waiting for him there. Oleg took up the fight, destroying the incoming vessels. They literally dotted the vacuum and glided between garlands of stars that sparkled like precious stones.
  - Well, well! This is spectacular! The boy's eyes widened. - I'll try to burn these cavalcades along with the luminaries.
  And Oleg sent out hyperplasmic streams in the widest range.
  - If you want to destroy the stars, then this is not realistic, this type of weapon is not powerful enough.
  "Are you saying that's not included in your program? What a shame. Although then I'll try to narrow the beam." The boy performed certain manipulations, and the stream of particles emitted from the multi-barreled hypercannon converged into a single line.
  "Now I'll try to shoot you down. A star fell from the sky-a bright crystal! I'll sing you a song about my dear Stalin." He suddenly remembered the resonant, beautiful name of one of the great heroes of antiquity. They studied history; Stalin was an outstanding military leader who won the Great Patriotic War and the Second World War. Now he aimed the beam at the star and waited for it to reach him, since the speed of hyperplasmic travel is only a hundred thousand times greater than the speed of light. Meanwhile, other Fazzan starships attacked the boy. Heavy cumulative missiles exploded, pounding Oleg like surf during a storm. His armor surrounded him like a bubble, withstanding all the numerous volleys, and yet he felt a heat rise inside. A trickle of sweat ran down the boy's forehead. The boy stopped extinguishing the stars for a moment and pounced on the enemy ships. It was far more effective, but there was one downside: their eyes were dazzled by too much. Oleg then divided the destructive substance into ten streams. Now things were much better. The starships exploded, disintegrated into atoms, some were cut into several pieces.
  At that moment, one of the cybernetic stars exploded and the charge went off.
  "Bang! Boom! Bang! This is great! Now let's take on the vultures." The boy used all ten of his fingers to aim and fire. This helped him quickly destroy his enemies, and a simple touch of the beam was enough to completely destroy them. The child beamed, bringing him incredible pleasure and delight.
  "That's what I'd do in a real war! Press the button and all that's left is charred shrapnel. Bravo encore!" However, even such annihilation required a tremendous amount of mental effort; the boy had already experienced the skill of each finger pressing the right button. But you only have two eyes, and you simply don't have time to incinerate all those plasma-spitting bastards. The main problem is targeting, especially since the enemy doesn't stand still, they maneuver; starships pirouette, approach the target, jump, trying to throw off your aim. You're already firing without aiming, relying on instinct and intuition. Oleg was surprised himself, but the results were still good, and the enemy's onslaught didn't weaken. More and more ships arrived at the battlefield, simply emerging from space.
  "Damn it! They'll crush me!" The child whistled. "It's not for nothing that I have enhanced genetics. A simple boy would have gone mad, but I continue to exterminate the hordes of darkness."
  The game of all-in had dragged on for far too long, but Oleg seemed to show no signs of fatigue. On the contrary, all the starships were different, in size, tonnage, shape, and weapon types. All this couldn't help but amuse the boy. But even in the heat of battle, thoughts kept coming to his little head: where is the logical conclusion? After all, you can stand here and shoot until the second coming.
  - I want to finish the game, tell the computer how to win.
  -You are too smart a man, try to achieve victory yourself.
  Oleg shook his fist at the recalcitrant virtual mind. Now the boy was thinking only about revenge and hurting the computer. The easiest way was to infect it with a virus. Viruses are very easy to create; you can even use the plasma computer's program. However, it's inconvenient to create a virus and simultaneously repel attacks. In these circumstances, it's better to focus on one thing at a time. Noticing that the enemy was attacking most actively from a constellation resembling a scorpion, Oleg headed toward what he thought was the enemy's general headquarters. As it turned out, he was right; the enemy starships were gradually becoming more and more intense. They were emerging in gigantic groups from what looked like a black hole. Seven planets in his path actively fired at the boy. Oleg fired back. The first red, sublunar one bulged and then exploded.
  "That's how you got your doves. Now you'll know how to bite a man." The boy bared his teeth and continued firing.
  A second blue planet thundered, followed by a third green one. The remaining bodies retreated in panic, trying to escape. Oleg shot down two more large targets, and the rest managed to escape, hiding behind the cloak of invisibility.
  "That's what the dastardly Yankees got." The boy remembered another curse word. During World War III, the Americans inflicted massive suffering on their own people. Thanks to Staltigr, this outstanding strategist managed to defeat Russia's two main competitors - the United States and China. World War IV was fought with the Islamic world and Africa. As a result, humanity found itself on the brink of extinction. Oleg knew all this from numerous videos, where these events were described vividly and colorfully, with numerous animation effects.
  "We won't forget, we won't forgive!" the child screamed, focusing all his firepower on the black hole that continued to vomit out starships. Now he could increase his reach, annihilating them by the thousands while simultaneously flooding the "horn of deadly plenty" with hyperplasma.
  Now the boy was so carried away by the process that he forgot about his plans for revenge on the evil computer.
  "That's it, Fazzans, come closer. Damn you, I don't have time to kill you all, you keep coming and coming."
  War isn't just a single battle; it's also a philosophy. A child perceives it as a fun adventure and a very interesting toy. But even in his childish mind, thoughts creep in about whether his mom and dad, or his brother and sister, might die. His sister, already grown up by Oleg's standards, teaches at a paramilitary school, and also dreams of becoming a pilot, or rather, the captain of a combat starship. She is undoubtedly a charming girl, with a precocious figure-an accelerator. It would be good to talk to her, to discuss strategic issues and the prospects for the future of the war. After all, the earthlings must finally reverse the unfavorable tide of the conflict.
  "When will you finally explode?" He yells at the black hole. He's tired of the commotion; he wants normal human interaction. And he's been shooting his fill since infancy. And he still likes it.
  - How stupid of me, I should have grabbed a thermo-creon bomb, it"s a quadrillion times more powerful than a thermonuclear one, then we could have squashed this quagmire.
  The boy gritted his teeth in frustration; he wished he had such a chance. Although, why not? He could come back and update his arsenal.
  "I'm playing a retreat, I need reinforcements." Oleg whistled and turned back.
  "You have no right!" the computer screeched.
  -Why.
  - Your time is up, so get out, brother.
  "It's your time that's kaput!" Oleg was overly vocal. However, you can't argue with a robot; in that very second, he was thrown out. He found himself in the hall, looking dull and gray, the virtual helmet somehow easily slipping off his head and sinking back into place. The game was unfinished, and the boy began to pound his fists.
  "I want more! Dad, buy me a sequel." Tears streamed from the child's eyes.
  Vladimir enjoyed the relaxing nature of the hunt, tracking game and untangling complex clues. Mass murder isn't all that exciting; mystery and cunning are a different matter. So he figured that was enough for the boy for today.
  - Don't pretend, did they teach you to cry in kindergarten?
  "No! Tears are shameful!" Oleg said decisively.
  -So why are you whining?
  - Because it is bitter for me to realize that I have not completed a great task!
  -What great one?
  "I didn't destroy the center where the Fazzans are produced. These beasts of unknown breed continue to poison the universe. If you're my true father, maybe you'll let me eliminate them."
  -That's what you want, but we don't have much time left, and besides, you probably want to meet your sister?
  "Of course I do, but the radioactive beasts need to be finished off. Just imagine what other commander could interrupt such a promising operation."
  -Okay. I'll give you another five minutes, and not a second more.
  - Deal, I'll make it just in time.
  Having received a new, brief carte blanche, the boy dove into the room. He was so eager to put on his helmet that he nearly hit his head. Then he dove back into the imaginary world. His next step was to grab the yet-to-be-created thermo-creon bomb, which existed only in the projects. Just in case, he even grabbed two of them. He double-checked the absolutely impenetrable force field and dove to the level where the image sparkled and the words "autosave" were displayed. Now the boy felt very confident. He almost immediately dropped the bomb, but then miscalculated the computer's response capabilities. It was sliced by laser beams before reaching the black hole. The explosion resounded, weakened; the main charge had not been deployed, but it was nonetheless menacing. The flash was incredibly bright, blinding, and hundreds of thousands of starships were vaporized at once, disappearing into an ocean of death. The protective bubble, however, held up and the boy thanked the computer that there was no deception here.
  Then came a new one, like the dying onslaught of an innumerable stream of enemy ships. Oleg involuntarily closed his eyes, continuing to blunt the relentless onslaught. He had very little time left, and victory was nowhere in sight. Desperation suggested a solution. He activated his hypersuit's gravity booster and rushed toward the black hole, employing ramming tactics. He had to literally gnaw through metal and solid rows of armored bodies. The force field's casing became so hot that his skin literally peeled off. He broke through to the depths, coming up against the dense substance from which the enemy ships were emerging. The boy caught his breath with difficulty, and then spoke.
  Glory to Great Russia! The Russian warrior never surrenders, but always wins! The thermo-creon bomb will explode.
  What happened was so horrific that the child lost consciousness from the concussion. He woke up in the playroom with his helmet removed. His father was gently slapping his cheeks, his mother was pinching his nose. The nation's hero had regained consciousness.
  - Phew! And I thought my brain was fried.
  -You weren't far from it, such powerful bombs must be thrown with great care.
  "But it's so grandiose. We don't even have thermopreon rockets yet, but I believe they will appear in time."
  "They're already being developed. True, those Fazzan barbarians, judging by everything, already have them. But they keep the conquered worlds for themselves and therefore use them very sparingly."
  - Well, when we deal with them, Dad. It's not life with a gun to your ear.
  - I agree, but soon your dad will go on a mission that will speed up the victory over the evil enemy.
  - I believe you! In the meantime, inspired by the battle, I wrote some poetry; would you like to read it?
  - Go ahead. It will be interesting to listen to.
  Evil clouds hang over the Motherland
  The sky is in the bloody foam of death!
  But our squad of dashing flying fighters
  It will smash the legions into dust and fragments!
  Russia will be famous for its holiness throughout the centuries.
  I love you with all my heart and soul!
  Spread from edge to edge
  She became a mother to all people!
  The stars shine in the sky for the Fatherland
  The galaxies are dancing with delight!
  I burn in plasma, having forgotten my fear
  Courage is not a subject for lies and bargaining!
  CHAPTER No 8.
  And another character, Volka Rybachenko, was also busy teaching elite flight school, training pilots for Hitler's aces. And at the same time, he continued writing.
  It was now October 1955, and the weather had grown colder. The Nazis had yet to make any advances in the Stalingrad area. Oleg and Margarita played a key role here, leading children's units both in the city itself and on the outskirts.
  There was a frost in the morning, and the children splashed barefoot through the icy puddles, breaking the thin layer of ice. As a matter of principle, the Pioneers, both boys and girls, went without shoes. It was easier to maneuver, they could feel the ground better, and they could throw projectiles with their toes. This children's brigade was truly magnificent fighters.
  Oleg and Margarita have made small, radio-controlled cars, like toy cars, with explosives attached. The children make the explosives themselves from sawdust and coal dust. They're so clever that they explode ten times more powerful than TNT. And most importantly, they're cheap and easy to make. And just like children, they invent all sorts of things. Most of the work is done by the immortal, eternally youthful knights-Oleg and Margarita. A boy and a girl who always look twelve-and that's great.
  It's wonderful to be in eternal childhood, completing various missions. It's just a shame they don't have magic wands.
  Pioneer girl Katya is also driving a car. Her small, bare, tanned foot broke the ice, and the warrior pointed the car at a Sturmtiger-3, and the car suddenly took off.
  And it flew high, and then the ammunition detonated. Deafening explosions followed. A crackling sound and great destruction followed. Several German mastodons were upended.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - Katya, you deserve an order!
  The pioneer girl replied:
  - We're not fighting for medals!
  The battle continued, with an aggressive exchange of blows. It was a showdown on a colossal scale. The children's team demonstrated exceptional skill.
  The young warriors demonstrated how to fight. Oleg, for example, even launched small drones loaded with powerful explosives. And they hit with great force.
  And it's especially chic when a drone catches the moment the assault gun's cap opens and flies inside. And the assault gun, self-propelled gun, and rocket launcher explode with deadly force. And several other combat mastodons are thrown back by the powerful explosion.
  Oleg says in rhyme:
  Don't spare them,
  Destroy all the bastards...
  Like crushing bedbugs,
  Beat them like cockroaches!
  This is how brave children fight. And of course, Margarita throws tiny balls of explosives. And they literally burn and incinerate the enemy. And they especially tear up the rollers.
  Technology in the Third Reich had advanced, and the Nazis were well-armed. But they lacked soldiers. This is what drives this technological influence. The Nazis are also trying to use small vehicles. For example, the radio-controlled Goliath-4 tank, which is more advanced. More accurately, these are simply vehicles on tracks loaded with explosives. But they also encounter mastodons with aircraft cannons. A technological competition of sorts.
  The Panther-5 tank is an example of a more advanced and compact vehicle, weighing sixty tons but powered by a 1,800-horsepower gas turbine engine. Imagine how fast this vehicle is. What it's capable of, in principle. Even faster than the American Ambras tank of the 21st century. Of course, it creates problems.
  But there are many different tactics against tanks, including some quite sophisticated ones.
  For example, Natasha and Elena used electricity. The current isn't strong enough to kill the crew, but it can disable the system by igniting the cars. And then they won't start. Or they'll stall.
  If there are other things too.
  Natasha and Elena fight barefoot and in bikinis, despite the chilly weather. It's more comfortable for them, and the shell fragments and bullets don't affect the half-naked girls.
  They run electricity through barbed wire using a dynamo. And the discharges go through.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - And do you remember how we were approaching Berlin! And how we failed to end the war then?
  Elena noted with a sigh:
  - Apparently it wasn't meant to be! Well, this war, one might say, is practically endless!
  The Komsomol girl Zoya noticed, splashing her bare, chiseled feet through the mud:
  - No, sooner or later even this war will end! And I believe we will win! For good always triumphs over evil!
  Victoria threw a grenade with her bare foot and noted:
  "In fairy tales, good always triumphs over evil. But in real life, it's far from the case. Indeed, let's remember Genghis Khan, who lived seventy-two years, and luck never abandoned him until the end!"
  Maria, also a girl of amazing beauty and with bare, tanned, muscular legs, noticed:
  "Yes, Genghis Khan was quite a figure. Yes, very bloody and cruel. But he brought people together, even if he used brigandish methods to build an empire. And there was something positive in that!"
  
  Nadezhda, another very beautiful Komsomol girl, threw a lethal grenade with a shaped charge with her bare foot and noted:
  - Doesn't Hitler want to do the same as Genghis Khan - build an empire?
  Natasha laughed and answered:
  "I'm sure Stalin wants that too. Everyone wants more, having less!"
  The girls in the battalion fought stubbornly. Stalingrad truly was unyielding. One particularly effective method was throwing grenades with bare, muscular, tanned legs. How practical, indeed.
  A girl with a bare foot can throw a projectile with a lethal charge much further than she could with her hand. And she does it quite effectively. Now that's a woman for real.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  Girls are always beautiful, believe me,
  Kill thousands of enemies...
  They act rightly and justly,
  Don't spare your fists against the Fritzes!
  The girls really did get wild. Aurora even took off her bra, revealing her tanned breasts with their scarlet, strawberry-red nipples. How beautiful it looked.
  These girls are very feisty and aggressive. They can do anything and tear any enemy apart. And they can go without shoes in any weather.
  Here Augustine kicks a Nazi in the chin with her bare heel. He falls down dead.
  Nothing is impossible for the girl. And once again, she throws a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes.
  And again the Nazis are in trouble.
  And of course, Natasha, as always, goes and adds more. And she hits with monstrous force, a homemade catapult that will hurl a chunk of TNT. And it burns brilliantly, too.
  This is truly annihilating effect.
  The Nazis are trying to bomb from high altitude. The TA-600 can carry bombs weighing up to fifteen tons. It's a powerful eight-engine machine, with good all-round visibility, and it's also jet-powered.
  And if it bombs, it's a complete massacre. But there are countless tunnels dug beneath Stalingrad, deep underground, so you can't just bomb them. And neither the Nazis nor the USSR have nuclear weapons yet. And thank God-things are much more interesting without them.
  Bombs fall. There are still casualties. Especially if they're huge, high-explosive charges. And they leave deep craters.
  Oleg and Margarita don't hide from bombings and shelling. They can't be killed. They're even better than the highlanders. And they can show their mettle.
  Oleg and the girl launched a high-altitude drone with a miniature jet engine. It soared high into the air and rapidly gained altitude. It was guided simply by sound. And then the TA-600, hovering and bombing, didn't notice how a small kamikaze, armed with powerful explosives, rammed it in the tail. And Hitler's plane began to disintegrate, literally disintegrate. And it burned in the sky like a hundred torches.
  The boy, stamping his bare, chiseled feet, sang:
  Russia won't be torn apart ruble by ruble,
  Believe me, there is no more beautiful country...
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  Even though anger sometimes breaks my heart!
  This boy turned out to be such a fighter, one could easily say he was super, hyper and ultra.
  Margarita jokingly noted:
  - Amazing set and awesome!
  After which she just bursts out laughing. Now that's a Terminator girl.
  And so they go and launch again, this time using plywood birdhouses.
  These kids are simply on a hyperspace rocket level. And if they start acting up, it'll be a real disaster for everyone.
  So they actually launch plywood birdhouses. And it really does work beyond all praise.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis are also at their best. A Tiger-5 tank is fighting alongside Gerda's crew. German girls, also barefoot and in bikinis, are controlling the vehicles using joystick buttons. Now that's some truly impressive cool.
  The Germans fire 128-millimeter guns with high muzzle velocity. And the shell flies and penetrates literally any metal. And it has a uranium core. That's a real problem. And Soviet tanks can't stand up to such a machine. Only the SPG-203, with a special shell, is capable of penetrating such a vehicle head-on.
  Gerda noted with pathos:
  - It seems God loves Germany!
  Charlotte noted:
  - Yes, he loves! And whoever loves, he will cut their top!
  Christina giggled and replied:
  - War is like a favorite toy. It would be a shame if it were taken away!
  Magda noted quite logically:
  - War is hard, after all! But peace is natural!
  Gerda objected:
  - War is the natural state of man!
  Charlotte confirmed:
  - How males fight over females! And it can be so cool!
  Christina noted:
  - There are so few men now that females fight for males.
  Magda giggled and sang:
  We are not pathetic bugs,
  We'll tear you all to pieces like blotting paper!
  And the all-girl crew continued to fight with tenacity and fury. The warriors fired projectile after projectile.
  The tank itself isn't very spacious-it's been compacted and squat. It crawls along like a turtle. And it fires fairly quickly, since it's an anti-aircraft gun. It's best not to argue with a machine like this.
  The day before, the German girls had interrogated the young pioneer. Of course, they did it thoroughly. Specifically, they stripped the boy and flogged him. Then they used barbed wire. But the young Leninist remained silent. Then they heated the metal over a fire and began to brutally beat him. The boy screamed and fainted from the pain, but he didn't reveal his secret.
  The girls broke his toes and cauterized the soles of his feet with wide strips of hot iron. But even after that, the young pioneer passed out and never revealed any military secrets.
  Gerda noted with a smile:
  - He was a good boy! It's a shame we crippled him.
  Charlotte suggested:
  - Maybe we should eat it? We'll make a barbecue out of it!
  Christina nodded:
  - Why let it go to waste? We'll treat the soldiers while we're at it!
  Magda noted, baring her teeth:
  - The boys have such tender, juicy meat, like lamb!
  The pioneer was pierced with a large ramrod, and the fascists also roasted him alive, dousing him with spices and sauce.
  That was horrific cruelty. Gerda personally cut out his heart with a knife, and Charlotte his liver. And the girls ate it with relish.
  And now they were fighting in the Tiger-5, and they kept firing from it. And they kept spitting out shell after shell.
  Gerda remembered their previous exploits.
  How they had fun in Africa in their time, but that"s another story.
  Both Adala and Agatha recalled their previous exploits.
  Agatha and Adala at the controls of a Ju-488. They have an excellent view from the cockpit, all around. And they drop bombs and squeal:
  - Our Aryan dream is that beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And they slap their bare feet and stick out their tongues. These are the girls that no one can ever stop.
  Agatha presses the joystick button and asks Adala:
  - Will we win?
  Adala replies:
  - With such technology we will defeat not only Russia, but also our allies!
  Agatha noted:
  - Not only with technology, but also with girls!
  And both beauties burst out laughing. Together, they handled this bomber perfectly. It has six aircraft cannons and can carry up to ten tons of bombs.
  And the ruined Soviet factory floors explode. The Germans currently have very few of these bombers. But their production is increasing. And it's clear that the USSR could soon be finished. And Soviet fighters can't even catch up with this machine.
  And it"s not easy to shoot down a flying fortress.
  Agatha and Adala don't mind tormenting the young pioneers in their free time. For example, they'll hoist a boy onto the rack. Then, they'll beat him with whips or a knout. And the best part is frying their bare heels with a brazier. Then the blisters will really pop.
  Agatha fries the boy's heels, inhales the smell of tender, burnt baby meat and sings:
  - And on the rack, and on the rack,
  Very, very good...
  And on the rack, and on the rack,
  They use a chisel!
  The girls broke the boy's toes on his bare feet and jabbed him with needles again. These are some tough, tough girls. Then they pressed a red-hot iron to the boy's chest. The young pioneer screamed and lost consciousness.
  The girls knew how to have fun. Such was their combination of technology, military talent, and barbarity.
  When the bare heels of boys and girls are burned either with torch flames or red-hot pieces of metal. It's painful and unbearable. But the girls of the Third Reich find it immensely enjoyable.
  And now Agatha and Adala have a jet bomber, and they're dropping deadly gifts of annihilation from it. And if it goes off, it's going to go off hard.
  Warriors have no doubts about themselves. For example, when they interrogated a Komsomol member, they burned her scarlet nipples with a red-hot iron-and that was quite painful. And the Nazis' captors laughed and grinned. That's how aggressive they really are. And the girls even broke a girl's toes on her bare feet. And they beat her with a hammer heated to red heat. That was extreme cruelty.
  And a red-hot nail was driven into the Komsomol member's bare heel. And torture, too. The Nazis also committed terror in the skies. Take those flying discs, for example. They simply ram Soviet aircraft. And they can reach speeds of up to four or five times the speed of sound. They really hammer away. And, as they say, they're not against a broken receiver.
  Eva and Frida, using their bare toes to control this invulnerable machine, overtake and crush Soviet planes.
  Eva noted with a grin:
  - We are completely invulnerable!
  Frida remarked with a sigh:
  - Laser weapons can take us!
  The blonde girl noticed:
  - But the Russians don"t have it!
  The red-haired girl agreed:
  - If no, then no trial!
  And both beauties suddenly sped up the disco. They are, after all, very bold and cool girls, and in just a bikini.
  Eva noticed, stamping her bare feet:
  - War is like chess! You just can't move!
  And the girls burst out laughing again. And stuck out their tongues.
  And then Eva pressed the joystick button again with her bare toes, and the disc accelerated. And again it began shooting down enemy aircraft. Now the deadly effect had begun. And the planes were shot down, killed, and literally ground to dust. And flesh and metal spread across the metal.
  Frida noted with a chuckle:
  - Here we are, fighting! And our blows are crushing and deadly!
  The USSR couldn't find an antidote to flying discs. It's a good thing there aren't too many of them yet. They can be combated by detecting their presence with radar and trying to keep aircraft away. This is truly a colossal problem.
  Meanwhile, the Nazis are stepping up their attacks. Not just at Stalingrad. They're also trying to advance on Tikhvin. It must be said that they have the equipment for it.
  And especially the Tiger-5. The Lev series tank didn't really catch on due to its weight. And that's understandable. But there are some smaller vehicles. For example, the E-5 self-propelled gun, or the Mangust-4, with only one crew member. And this vehicle, weighing four tons, is equipped with a thousand-horsepower engine. And it has special, very wide wheels with removable tracks.
  It is true that there are few such self-propelled guns, as Hitler preferred heavier vehicles.
  But there on this self-propelled gun sat a boy of about ten, and Hans, lying down. Imagine how small the vehicle is, and how difficult it is to get into.
  And a boy in just his swimming trunks controls it. And it rushes at colossal speed.
  Hans fires with a joystick and uses his bare feet to control the self-propelled gun. It's armed with five aircraft cannons, which can easily knock out infantry.
  The boy shoots and sings:
  I crush you, Russians,
  Funeral march...
  Go to hell, cowards!
  Human mince!
  This is such a fighting song. And it really is a death machine. One that burns and knocks down everything.
  The boy wasn't just any boy. He interrogated a young pioneer of about twelve. He didn't beat him or burn him. He simply picked up a goose feather and tickled his bare feet. And even though the boy's feet were rough-pioneers don't wear shoes until the snow falls-Hans tickled him so hard that he finally cracked and revealed the place where the partisans hide their weapons and ammunition.
  So there's no need to apply a hot iron to your heels. It can be done gently and carefully.
  Here's another water torture. If you drip it on a boy's shaved head, he'll crack sooner or later. Literally and figuratively!
  You can even tickle the soles of someone's feet and pour water on the back of their head at the same time. And they'll definitely admit it.
  By the way, Hans also likes to play chess. But there's no time-there's a war going on, after all!
  But even more interesting, of course, would be to play chess of your own invention with new pieces. And that would truly be great.
  Well, whatever amuses a child, as long as he doesn't hang himself. But overall, the boy plays very well.
  The Nazis also have helicopters. Specifically, disc-shaped ones. And this is truly a battlefield. And the fields are littered with the corpses of Soviet soldiers.
  However, Soviet troops don't want to attack in large groups. They prefer to infiltrate in small groups. This is also a unique tactic.
  The Germans also use machine attacks. Helicopters also operate either in swarms or individually. And they also thoroughly harass their enemies with rockets.
  The Germans also use gas launchers. And they fire with aggressive force. Although the USSR counters with Grad rockets. The battles are very spectacular.
  There are special gas launchers. For example, there are even ones that can hit at long range and cover a wide area. Only kamikanze pilots can be used against them.
  And there are plenty of such heroes. And they go into battle crossing themselves and drinking a glass of vodka.
  Incidentally, bottles with Stalin's portrait are produced. Of course, exposing the cult of personality during wartime is out of the question.
  And then there are the planes, the most primitive and disposable ones. But still, a plane is worth something. And should it be used? Especially against tanks?
  Oleg, for his part, is trying to create a combat laser using carbon dust. Theoretically, it's possible. Something like a hyperboloid. Only the beam would need to be made even thinner. And it could be used to cut through disc-shaped craft, without any ceremony.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Life flies like a hurricane,
  In nightmare tales...
  Lasers, airplanes,
  Races, dances!
  And the boy pressed the joystick button with his bare toes. A plywood rocket shot up into the sky. If it doesn't shoot discs, it'll knock out regular planes!
  This is truly a way to combat air power. But where will the collective Soviet leadership go now?
  Meinstein defeated the allied forces at Anders and turned the tide of the war. First in the west, then in the east. But for now, the war continues.
  Hitler's plans are to pinpoint vulnerable points on the map. And the Nazis keep attacking and piercing the front. These are real battles. And the Soviet troops are trying to fight back and counterattack.
  And the Fuhrer is furious.
  Moscow was shelled by a special 1,000-millimeter-caliber cannon. It used a new method of accelerating shells, and they flew up to 500 kilometers. And that was also a nuisance.
  And the Nazis did all sorts of things. And of course, they never stopped bombing. Attack followed attack. They used both large and small bombs. And in fairly large quantities. And the shelling continued with colossal intensity.
  Many people were killed. And missiles were launched. Both cruise and ballistic. Against which there was no resistance.
  A girl named Mercedes supervised the launch of such a missile. And it rushed toward the enemy. And its flight was quite fast.
  And the other girls sang:
  And who will we find in Moscow,
  And who will we find in Moscow,
  We won't joke about that!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  And we'll kill Stalin!
  Although the latter sounded somehow stupid - Stalin had already died.
  Another of Hitler's self-propelled guns, the "Bear," was also equipped with a rocket launcher and was quite powerful. It also struck Soviet positions.
  Even one German boy sang:
  Our bear has gone wild,
  And how he began, how he began to roar!
  Wait a minute, bear, don't roar,
  Explain what you want?
  And he just moo, moo,
  And to him, why, I don"t understand!
  It really did look terrifying. And a rocket-propelled grenade launcher like that could instantly turn half a city block into rubble. Yes, a bear and a German are powerful! But what else can you do? The Red Army also has kamikaze motorcyclists. That's an unbelievable massacre. And of course, there are plenty of corpses on both sides. And a lot of dead, too. What a remarkable operation, the wolf's jaws, only the teeth are already worn down. Combat impact. And the girls fight, despite the chilly weather, wearing only panties. It's looking great. Especially when the girl pulls the trigger with a scarlet nipple!
  And a warhead of colossal, destructive force flies out, crushing everyone in its path.
  And the girls laugh and sing:
  - One, two, three - tear the fascists apart!
  Four, eight, five - kill the Nazis!
  And so they laugh and bare their teeth. If a girl like that straddles a man, she'll definitely ride him senseless. And it'll be awesome because of it.
  But as they say, girls are cool on one hand and on the other. And there are fewer and fewer grown men trying to knock them off. And what can they do?
  Margarita remarked with a sad look:
  - Yes, they've killed off the males. If only the old women could be rejuvenated... The world would be a more beautiful place!
  Oleg agreed with this:
  "We need to learn how to make old men and women look younger, otherwise they look really disgusting. And youth is charming, though evil. Teenage boys are the most attractive and at the same time the most aggressive and cruel!"
  And the eternal boy threw a grenade with his bare, childish foot.
  CHAPTER No 9.
  The endless war continued. October is a difficult month. But it depends on the location. Around Grozny, the weather is still tolerable, sometimes even almost hot. And the Pioneers fight barefoot and lightly dressed.
  The boy and girls dug trenches and repulsed the attack. The Nazis rarely assaulted with infantry. They typically used armored units, especially the main battle tank, the Panther-4, a well-protected machine but quite heavy at seventy-five tons. But the Third Reich had gas turbine engines. And 1,500 horsepower gave even a Panther like this a decent speed.
  But the children use various methods to fight the Germans. First and foremost, mines. They blow up the rollers and tracks of the Nazi vehicles. While this doesn't destroy the Panthers, it does at least slow them down. And then their older comrades fire at them with their guns.
  Here are barefoot girls Tamara and Zulfiya loading shells and firing at the Nazis. Which they do quite effectively. Girls in the USSR and the Caucasus, of course, wear nothing but bikinis, which is quite nice and fun.
  This is how the battle unfolds; you could say it's war in lace. The warriors are very agile, and they toss projectiles with their bare toes.
  And they produce rapid charging...
  The girl Oksana asked Tamara:
  - Do you think we will defeat the fascists?
  The young warrior answered decisively:
  - I hope we can overcome it!
  Zulfiya added:
  - If it is the will of Allah!
  Oskana countered with a smile:
  - There is no Allah! These are fairy tales of mullahs and rich people to keep the people in obedience!
  Zulfiya also smiled broadly in response and asked:
  - But if there is no Allah, then who created the Earth?
  Oksana stated decisively:
  - The Earth arose when matter ejected from the Sun's core, forming planets on it! And then life evolved!
  Zulfiya asked:
  - And who created the Sun and our universe?
  Oksana shrugged and replied:
  "The universe always exists. It's just in a constant process of transformation. When some stars are born, others fade away!"
  Zulfiya stamped her slender, bare foot and objected:
  - But it can't be that the universe has always existed! Everything must have a beginning!
  Oksana objected:
  - But if you believe that Allah has always existed, then why not believe that the universe has always existed!
  The girl with black hair noticed:
  - Because Allah is Almighty, Omnipresent, and Omniscient. He is absolute, and it is impossible to attain perfection!
  The blonde girl asked:
  -If Allah is perfect, then why is there so much evil on Earth?
  Zulfiya answered with a sigh:
  "The Almighty is so perfect that He has no interest in the human world. He is so great that there is something higher and incomprehensible to you!"
  Oksana asked:
  - Why do you Muslims think that Allah cares whether you perform Namaz or observe Ramadan?
  The girl with black hair replied:
  "The most important thing for me is to have Allah in my soul! And when the Almighty is in my heart, peace and joy reign!"
  The blonde girl asked:
  - Is there still a place in your heart for Lenin?
  Zulfiya answered confidently:
  - Certainly!
  And the girl with black hair sang:
  Lenin lives in my heart,
  So that we do not know sorrow...
  The door to space was opened,
  The stars were sparkling above us!
  Tamara remarked with a smile:
  "Faith in Allah does not contradict faith in communism, Lenin, and Soviet power! It's a dialectical unity!"
  Then Natasha intervened in the conversation and chirped:
  - Not exactly... Islam promises paradise and harems only after death, or more precisely, even after the end of the world, but we communists believe that paradise is possible on Earth!
  Zulfiya noted:
  "That depends on how you interpret the Quran. But you can love Stalin, Lenin, and Allah! And there's no contradiction!"
  The girls continued to stomp their bare, graceful feet, and carry missiles and launchers. The war raged on, protracted and bloody.
  We managed to slow down the Nazis, but they weren't really pushing us. We really need to conserve our strength. Otherwise, we'll have to defend ourselves again, and we won't have anything to defend ourselves with.
  There are tank attacks and aerial battles. And an invisible partisan front, where boys and girls try as hard as the adults. And then, for example, ten-year-old Vaska planted a mine under a rail. It was made of coal dust. And suddenly it exploded. And the fuel train was on fire.
  The boy was barefoot, even though it was already chilly. But shouldn't a child be hardened? That was great. And the young Leninist in shorts.
  Vaska took it and began to sing in his ringing voice:
  
  The Archangel releases thunder
  Look how much blood there is in the universe!
  Eagle with a broken wing;
  Such a punishment for people!
  
  The Lord Almighty is the King of kings -
  He ascended the cross, enduring torment!
  And the villain groaned along with him...
  I prayed and received forgiveness!
  
  The evil Wehrmacht is advancing on Moscow,
  He wants to tear apart all the lands of the world!
  Turn over the chapter of the era,
  Put on a porphyry chlamys!
  
  Surrounded by the crimson of blood
  And how much trouble there is with betrayal!
  He will arrange a throne for the underworld,
  Ruler of the hell of darkness of the universe!
  
  What can poor Jesus do,
  He created the earth and the planets!
  But believe me, I'm afraid of it,
  That Jesus' days are already sung!
  
  Lord Holy You are our hero,
  Even if Hitler is within the borders of Albion!
  And we are going into the last battle,
  To crush this darkness of Sodom!
  
  The bastard Koschei rattled his bones,
  And who else is so bloody?!
  Although the face is pale as chalk,
  But he can burn the powers!
  
  But our answer is not a slap in the face,
  Victory is a matter of Russian honor!
  For the glory of the Motherland, love -
  Anything for life - sweet revenge!
  
  So, slain youth, rise up,
  This is no time to lie around like a corpse!
  Run back into battle with a scream,
  With the soul of a poet - a book in your backpack!
  
  And we seek paradise on Earth,
  Let's crush the enemy into a tight pancake!
  We will serve the country to the end,
  To the glory of the Russian soldier!
  That's how the boy-terminator sang. And the boys with red ties are such heroes.
  They also had a girl, Lara Mikheiko, who brought explosives in a basket disguised as mushrooms. And blew up a fascist bridge. That's what she was like. Her bare soles became rough and calloused, and she even danced on hot coals. And she wasn't afraid of burns. She even went without shoes in winter, though her feet turned red like a goose's feet.
  The girl also collected intelligence. And she did it very skillfully. Girls are suspected less often than boys, and they're better at scouting out positions. Lara is often hungry, sometimes eating raw mushrooms, but she's very pretty. And she can, for example, throw knives with her bare toes. And she does it on a dare, and very skillfully.
  And once she hit a policeman right in the eye. And knocked him out. What a tough girl. And the policeman just died.
  And the girl again began to stamp her bare feet, their soles grey with dust.
  Lara walked and sang:
  The planet has known the greatness of the Russians,
  Fascism was crushed with a blow of the sword...
  We are loved and appreciated by all nations of the world,
  The whole country is marching towards communism!
  And so the girl took a running start and kicked a Nazi soldier in the chin with her bare heel. He fell, throwing his arms out in all directions. Now that was some impact.
  Lara chirped:
  Glory to communism, glory to communism,
  The bright Lenin is with us forever...
  Death will come to fascism, death will come to fascism,
  And great years will come!
  This girl sang with such energy. And she was such a redhead, her copper-red hair fluttering in the wind like a battle flag. How nimble she was, and her feet were bare, like a monkey's paws. This was a girl of colossal communist strength.
  A young warrior runs after a frost has covered the grass, leaving behind graceful, barefoot, childish footprints.
  Lara still doesn"t forget to sing:
  Along the snowy path,
  Barefoot girls' feet...
  I'm tired of milking the cow,
  I decided to go on a reconnaissance mission!
  I'll harness the red horse,
  And fortune awaits me!
  This is how child partisans operated. There were entire squads of them.
  Marat Kazei, a boy of about twelve, also served in reconnaissance and carried out bombings and sabotage. He was fair-haired and tanned, walked barefoot in all weathers, and had a charming smile.
  He approached the outskirts of the village. He fired a deadly shot at a policeman with a slingshot tipped with a poisonous lance. The fascist lackey fell dead, choking in agony.
  Marat crushed a frozen lump of earth with his bare, childish, rough sole and sang:
  Speak Russian or die,
  Speak Russian, ein, zwei, drei!
  After which the boy threw a razor blade with his bare toes and it cut the neck of another policeman.
  That's how the young Leninists act. They are remarkable fighters. And they fight with frenzied fury.
  Marat thought with annoyance: if God exists, why does He allow such a nightmare? After all, war is terrible. And it's been going on for fifteen years now, and for the Germans even longer. After all, it truly is a nightmare.
  The boy struck the stone with his bare heel and drove it into the ground and sang:
  All people on the big 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 then the boy, his bare feet flashing, blue from the dust, began to run. And Marat galloped and laughed.
  After his run, the boy ran up to a truck carrying fascists and hurled an explosive packet of coal dust at it. It exploded with tremendous destructive force, scattering the policemen in all directions. The arm of a German corporal who was with them was blown off. He was wearing a gold watch. Marat snatched it off and slipped it onto his wrist. The watch slipped off the boy's thin wrist.
  He scooped them up into his knapsack. It was awkward to carry, to say the least. Marat had lost weight during the occupation-as thin as a reed. But he was lean, agile, nimble, and wiry. His thin hands were big enough to lift a machine gun and fire at the Nazis.
  And now the boy is running. He's thrown off his shirt, exposing his torso. The marks of a brutal beating are visible on his bony back. The police beat him severely, and then held fire to his bare soles, but the boy didn't give anyone away. He even managed to escape with scorched heels. It's very painful when a child's soles are covered in blisters, but the boy was courageous, and even as he ran, to make it easier and less painful for his scorched feet, he sang:
  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!
  I believe in unity we will become happier,
  Let us show all nations the right path!
  
  The treacherous enemy went on the offensive,
  But I believe the Russian 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!
  
  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!
  Let the shirt be thickly soaked with blood,
  Turn more enemies into hell for the knight!
  
  The volcano bared its teeth at Putin's core,
  A thick waterfall, a stream of sharp arrows...
  But I believe that Russia is forever united,
  I wanted to give my life to my homeland!
  But I believe that Russia is forever united,
  I wanted to give my life to my homeland!
  
  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 Motherland with all your heart!
  Fight for this until your last breath,
  Serve your Motherland with all your heart!
  This is how Marat Kazei sang, this handsome, fair-haired, tanned, barefoot boy.
  And then he was able to reach the partisans. The boy's soles healed quickly, like a dog's, and became more calloused and durable.
  Children fought against the fascists both at the rear and at the front.
  Oleg and Margarita - these immortal boy and girl fought bravely on the approaches to and in Stalingrad itself.
  The children demonstrated their outstanding abilities. The Germans, encountering stubborn resistance, resorted to scorched earth tactics. The Sturmtiger-3s, equipped with semiautomatic rocket launchers, were particularly effective, offering a faster rate of fire and greater power.
  Oleg deftly tossed the explosive pea with his bare toes. And it landed right on the barrel of the German vehicle. And the rocket charge, like a shimosa, detonated. And how it began to explode and disintegrate. The live ammunition detonated, too. Now that's a firing pin.
  Margarita, this little girl, also took it upon herself to throw her bare toes into the barrel of a Sturmpanther, this time a combat pea of death. And how the German machine exploded. And it, too, scattered it in all directions.
  The boy and girl bumped their fists and sang:
  The bloodsucker will not defeat us in battle,
  And I will not succumb to the vampire's cunning...
  So leave the blood king's idea,
  Believe me, I will never give up!
  
  And Rod will come and bring happiness to the whole universe,
  It will be heaven for everyone, beyond words...
  The smoke of battle and bad weather will disperse,
  Love and joy, light and wisdom are with us!
  Children fought in Stalingrad with great courage. They were quite agile. A boy named Andrey, for example, dragged explosive packets along a wire and placed them under the treads of Nazi tanks. Then the newest "Panther-5" appeared. It's agile, fast, and more compact than its predecessor. It has a lower silhouette and only two crew members. This new, still experimental tank is controlled by joysticks. And it's a very dangerous machine. It can even reach decent speeds on a rolling road.
  But the children aren't deterred. Oleg launches a birdhouse made of plywood and sawdust soaked in saltpeter at it. And it's driven by the heat escaping from a powerful gas turbine engine. And how such a missile flew past and smashed both Hitler's magnificent tank and the Zanzevalle masterpiece.
  Margarita noted with a sweet smile:
  - Lovely! Simply great!
  The children truly acted masterfully. And they delivered the gifts of annihilation with great precision. Such remarkable fighters.
  The children's battalion was very active.
  And the Komsomol girls fought with great zeal. And they deftly threw gifts of annihilation with their bare toes. Now that's warriors.
  Of course, girls are much more comfortable fighting half-naked. And when you're wearing minimal clothing. But they're also swift and agile.
  Really, what could be more pleasant and delightful than a muscular, tanned girl with blonde hair. And the girls are wonderful.
  And so they hurl destructive grenades with their bare toes. And literally tear the enemies apart. Especially when they hit the Nazis in armored vehicles. And the girls are quite the fighter.
  These are truly fighters of the highest order. They are fighting for their homeland.
  Natasha is the first of them, and she shows off her outstanding class. She's so beautiful and delightful. And her breasts are high, barely covered by a thin strip of fabric and thin panties. She looks so young and fresh. Even though she's quite old.
  Natasha and her team of Nazis are seriously firing. They've got bazookas and anti-tank rifles here too. And on the Nazi side, there's a whole international force fighting. That's the kind of battle we're seeing, aggressive and unique.
  And girls of all nationalities show off their best skills. Zoya throws a grenade with her bare, sharpened foot, and an armored personnel carrier flips over. And other girls show off their outstanding skills, too.
  Augustine took it and noted:
  - Death to the bald Fuhrer!
  And she threw the explosive packet with her bare toes. That's what a wonderful red-haired girl she is. Very beautiful and loves men. But she's also a beautiful warrior.
  Her hair is copper-red, and it seems to be the proletarian banner with which the Leninists go into the assault.
  And the soles of her feet are very calloused and hardened. And they are not afraid of either embers or ice. A magnificent beauty.
  The girls fight for Stalingrad with frenzied fury. What can you say about the Komsomol girls? And her legs are tanned, her calves sinewy.
  Augustine noted:
  - We are stronger than the Germans, we have both the Mother of God and Lada!
  Svetlana exclaimed:
  - And with us is the Almighty Rod and his Sons Svarog, Belobog, Chernobog, Perun and Christ!
  And with her bare toes, she threw a pea of annihilation with deadly force. That's how delightful she is, this blonde girl.
  The girls here are wonderful Komsomol members.
  And they're also using catapults to fight the German coalition. And they're throwing packets of homemade explosives. And they hit with terrifying force. And the explosions are devastating. That's truly lethal force.
  The girls Maria and Mashka pulled the catapult's bowstring and launched something with colossal, lethal force. An explosive charge struck, tearing off the turret of a Panther-4.
  It went off and detonated. And its long barrel flew off. That's what the girls portrayed. And they're so beautiful. And the beauties' legs are tanned, muscular, bare, with hard soles. There they are, crushing the Nazis with them.
  The warriors fired the catapult again, twisting it like a crossbow crank. Such sweet girls. And imagine how delicious they smelled half-naked. Magnificent and charming. Wonderful warriors.
  Maria chirped:
  Belarus and Ukraine are with us,
  The fierce beast will not overcome us...
  We will pull the Fatherland out of the quagmire,
  We will throw the Fuhrer aground!
  The girls even started dancing in their joy, jumping up and down like goats.
  And so Anastasia Vedmakova and Akulina Orlova battle it out in the sky. Both are highly skilled pilots. And they maneuver very skillfully. They take advantage of the faster German ME-462s, which are armed with more powerful weapons. These two are magnificent pilots. They move swiftly. And they execute such complex maneuvers.
  Take the triple barrel roll, for example, which is very effective. The warriors are simply amazing. They demonstrate such incredible skill that it's amazing. And they fight almost naked, wearing only thin panties.
  These are such simply amazing girls.
  They act energetically. And German planes are burning. And they are being shot down completely.
  These girls are truly magnificent. They're simply superb. And Anastasia with her fiery hairdo. A very beautiful witch who fought during the time of Ivan the Terrible, but who possesses the secret of eternal youth and looks no older than thirty.
  And the red-haired girl loved males, especially young ones. And she liked it. The warrior is beautiful. The warrior here is extremely combative.
  Akulina Orlova is a very beautiful, gorgeous blonde. And she's extremely feisty. The girls worked on the Third Reich.
  They worked and spun around with ever greater energy. And they acted with great energy and great effectiveness.
  Before the fight, the girls were given a steam bath. The young men beat them with oak and linden branches. The warriors had a good steam bath and drank a strong stimulating tincture. And then, everything got really cool.
  Anastasia is a truly magnificent woman, and she absolutely loves the sauna. It really gets her blood pumping there. That's what she's got going for her. She's a fierce warrior, and very beautiful.
  Here her bare feet are dancing. And they do it extremely beautifully.
  Anastasia took it and began to sing:
  Here comes God, who will become young from the old,
  We will be barefoot like children...
  It's wonderful in Paradise and wonderful Eden,
  May there be endless happiness on the planet!
  That's how Anastasia sang. And it was all extremely martial.
  Akulina Orlova added:
  - I wish this bald Fuhrer would die sooner, then this damned war that has dragged on for so long will end!
  Anastasia confirmed:
  May Almighty God make it so,
  May the Fuhrer die with a bald head!
  After which the girl just burst out laughing.
  And so they fired a burst and shot down three Third Reich planes at once and chirped:
  We will go boldly,
  For the power of the Soviets...
  And we will smash them all,
  In the fight for this!
  And they added with fury:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  CHAPTER No 10.
  A lull ensued. Oleg and Margarita crawled up to Hitler's tank. It was a "Royal Lion," also armed with a mortar launcher. Unlike the Sturmtiger, it had a rotating turret. It was a unique tank. Its turret was offset rearward, which offered certain advantages, particularly in compacting the layout and allowing for more accurate and controlled fire.
  The boy, like a nimble monkey, leaped onto the armor and climbed to the hatch. Oleg pried it open with a screwdriver. The hatch opened automatically. The boy tossed a pea of poisonous gas down. A lilac cloud burst into the tower, literally suffocating everyone. Then a girl named Margarita tossed a pea of antidote down, disarming the gas.
  And so the eternal children rushed down and found themselves inside the tank. Being strong, they threw the Nazi corpses out, and then began to control the machine using their hands and bare toes.
  Then the brave children turned it around and fired their cannon at it. Three Nazi tanks were immediately torn apart and overturned by the wave.
  The boy stamped his bare foot and chirped:
  - Glory to the USSR! For Holy Rus'!
  The girl also squeaked, using her bare toes to shoot:
  - For the Motherland and Stalin!
  And the children fired off another gift of annihilation. They worked hard. It wasn't like Stalingrad was going to be taken by the Nazis. And the young team is taking action.
  Oleg, shooting with his bare, childish feet, noted:
  "In one of my novels, or rather, in a series of works, I described Hell. But not as a place of torment, but as a place of correction and re-education!"
  Margarita noted, pushing on with her bare, childish soles:
  - What? That sounds logical! Really, could the Almighty God be so cruel as to roast sinners with fire? The concept of Hell, especially among Seventh-day Adventists, is rather primitive.
  The Royal Lion's tower began to turn. And the boy, pushing forward with his small, bare feet, noted:
  "Yes, the Bible should be understood figuratively, and God should be made into a sadist, as many conservative Protestants do. And Adventists even deny the existence of an immortal soul! Although you and I see for ourselves-the soul is primary, and the body secondary!"
  Margarita chirped, also pushing forward with her bare, childish, very slender feet:
  Your soul aspired to the heights,
  You will be born again with a dream...
  But if you lived like a pig,
  You'll remain a pig!
  The children were energetic. They were beating up the Nazis. Other pioneers were fighting, too. And they were barefoot-how touching their little, childish feet were.
  And the "King Tiger" continued to pound the enemy. And dealt devastating blows. The children here are real monsters. And they are magnificent fighters. And how it strikes the Nazis and destroys enemy tanks. These are such great warriors.
  Oleg, crushing the fascists, thought: it's certainly wrong to kill people. Especially when the war has been going on for fifteen years. It's monstrous. How can they fight like this? And how many people are dying. The war has dragged on incredibly long. Yes, the Americans also fought in Afghanistan for twenty years. But their war was very low-intensity. The American army lost only two and a half thousand soldiers killed and injured in accidents. That's just over a hundred Americans killed in a year. But look at how many the Third Reich, the USSR, and Germany's European satellites are dying in this protracted war. Now that's a real battle.
  Margarita took it and sang:
  We will build communism very quickly,
  And we will be able to create a new world...
  And we will soak the evil fascists with dust,
  I believe we will definitely win!
  Children, as they say, gave the Third Reich.
  But the Nazis also had their own fighters, and they were also extremely dangerous. And they fought desperately.
  Gerda fires a powerful cannon, destroying enemy positions. And then her shell hit and tore apart a T-54 tank, breaking Hitler's armor. That was devastating.
  Gerda pressed the joystick buttons with her bare toes. And the girl smashed the Soviet cannons. They flipped over and burned. And she smashed them with great energy.
  Charlotte also hit the Soviet troops. The howitzer flipped over. And a ton of Soviet soldiers died. It was an aggressive and combative attack. And the red-haired girl is extremely cool.
  She recently interrogated a boy. She held a flaming torch to the child's bare chest. And burned his skin. And first blisters appeared. Then there was a burning smell. That was cruel. She broke the toes of a twelve-year-old child on his bare feet. And she started with the little toe. And how painful it was for the pioneer. The impact was extremely serious! And then she held a piece of red-hot iron to the boy's bare sole. And pressed it to the child's foot. The child screamed and cried out for mercy. Charlotte demanded that he tell her everything. But the pioneer said nothing of significance.
  Even when Charlotte took it and set fire to his hair.
  The things German girls did. And the ways they tortured prisoners. That's how vile they were. And torture became a natural state.
  Oleg Rybachenko also recalled his previous exploits, particularly during the First World War. He was tortured by his own Russian executioners back then. Yet he had done nothing but good. In particular, he saved Grigory Rasputin from death.
  Oleg Rybachenko, this boy, was separated from the other boys after work and taken to the torture basement.
  There, executioners, a clerk, an enemy, and a couple of guards with an official awaited him.
  The official solemnly announced:
  "By imperial decree, the hooligan, thief, bandit, and vagabond Oleg Rybachenko, aged twelve, is to be tortured on the rack. If the thief refuses to admit his guilt and withstands the interrogation, then... At the personal request of Grigori Rasputin, the boy will be sent to the front to atone for his guilt with blood."
  If the boy breaks, a lifetime of hard labor in Siberia awaits him! Such is the order of the Supreme Court!
  Oleg couldn't help but smile - a chance to break him out of prison was here, and that was great. And what about torture? He had to endure it, or he wasn't a man!
  Both guards approached the boy and removed his striped pajamas. Oleg was wearing nothing else. The boy felt an involuntary sense of shame and blushed in front of the women. They smiled good-naturedly. The executioner's assistants tugged the boy toward the rack.
  The boy shuddered involuntarily, looking at the numerous torture devices. A traditional Russian rack awaited him. His arms were twisted behind his back and bound. Then they wrapped a belt around his wrists and began to lift them upward.
  Oleg felt pain in his shoulders and collarbones and involuntarily leaned over. The enormous executioner yanked him sharply. With a gasp, the boy twisted at the joints and sagged. His bare, bruised, calloused feet lifted off the stone floor. They were firmly clamped in a pre-prepared stock and locked.
  They began lifting Oleg toward the ceiling. He was quite high in the torture cellar. It was painful. The boy clenched his teeth to keep from groaning. He had to prove himself a man, after all. They lifted him straight to the ceiling and immediately released the rope. Oleg plummeted. And at the end of the fall, the rope tightened, brutally dislocating his joints. The pain was so severe that the boy involuntarily roared. But then, with extreme effort, he stifled the roar, pressing his lips together until they bled. And he began breathing heavily. The pain was everywhere, scalding hot. It tore at his joints and tendons. It was utterly hellish. He wanted to lose consciousness, but Oleg stubbornly refused to pass out.
  The official commanded:
  -Whip!
  Two executioners began to beat the boy on his back and buttocks with soaked rods. The elastic skin didn't burst right away, but blood began to flow. After being raised on the rack, this didn't seem so terrible. Oleg breathed heavily and began to distract himself from the pain, remembering how courageously the Pioneers had held on in the clutches of the Nazi executioners.
  The Nazis stripped captured boys and forced them out into the snow naked. They burned stars into them with hot irons and beat them with whips.
  The boy glanced sideways at his executioners. They were breathing heavily, hitting with all their might. It hurt, very much, when you were looking at them and thinking about something else, but the imagination of the former writer and poet Oleg Rybachenko, transformed into a boy, was very developed. And it distracted him from the pain.
  For example: you think about what would happen if a Panther-2 appeared on the battlefield. Let's say it's like the one in computer games, with a narrow turret and a powerful gun.
  Yes, it was difficult then, but the car would have become even heavier and more clumsy compared to the T-34.
  Oleg grinned, imagining such a mastodon being shot down by a Soviet machine.
  The executioners are running out of steam...
  The official says coldly:
  - Enough with the whip! Now fry this boy's heels!
  The executioner took a red-hot crowbar from the fireplace. Oleg Rybachenko felt a sense of dread before the excruciating pain, especially now that his entire back was lacerated.
  He remembered how the pirates in the black-and-white Soviet film wanted to fry Jim Hawkins's heels. It's a shame they didn't show that torture. But now the boy will have the chance to experience it. Grit your teeth tight and don't let out a scream of agony.
  The hot iron touched the boy's rough, round heel. Oleg involuntarily flinched. The pain wasn't so severe at first, but the boy's sole had become incredibly rough after a couple of months of walking barefoot on the gravel.
  But the executioner pressed the crowbar harder. There was a burning smell. Oleg felt pain pierce his neck. He imagined the boy Muk being beaten on the soles of his feet with sticks, trying to force a confession about where he got the gold. And it was
  It was very painful. Two executioners held the stock, and a third roasted the boy's sole. He tried to choose the most sensitive spots.
  Oleg was breathing heavily, a mixture of sweat and blood was dripping off him, but he remained silent.
  Official order:
  - Enough with the right sole, now the left one!
  The executioner replied:
  -The rod has already cooled down.
  The official barked:
  - Take another one!
  The executioner stood, walked over to the fireplace, and pulled out another crowbar. He approached the boy and cauterized another heel. Oleg felt a fresh pain, gritted his teeth, but restrained himself.
  This is how Malchish-Kibalchish was beaten on the legs with an iron rod in the basement, and he just laughed in your face.
  And Malchish-Kibalchish was pale from pain, but proud.
  The executioner carefully burned the boy's bare sole along its entire length and removed the iron.
  The official coldly ordered:
  - Now to the chest!
  The executioner used tongs to pick up a piece of red-hot iron, which had been previously prepared in the fireplace. He pulled it out and held it to the boy's muscular chest.
  The official roared:
  - Do you admit your guilt, thief?
  Oleg barked:
  -No!
  The executioner, smiling, applied a red-hot iron to the boy"s bare chest and gurgled:
  - How painful is it?
  Oleg almost lost consciousness from the pain shock, but he yelled back:
  - Die!
  The executioner twisted his chest until the official said:
  - Enough! Now salt water on your back!
  The executioner's assistant splashed the previously prepared solution. Pain struck his head and entire body like a club. Oleg lost consciousness, his shaved head falling to the side.
  The experienced executioner chuckled. He poured ice-cold water-the ice bucket had been ready earlier-and poured it on the boy's head. Ole came to his senses and yelled:
  - Executioners!
  The official ordered:
  - One more shake and that's it!
  Oleg was lifted back up to the ceiling. He added weight, and was then abruptly lowered. He nearly tore his ligaments... The boy jerked and lost consciousness again.
  
  
  The official chuckled and replied with a smile:
  - Well, the standard torture procedure is over!
  The executioner, grinning, asked:
  - This is all?
  The official nodded:
  "To the hospital, and then to the front!" Grigori Rasputin said it was torture for hitting a member of the imperial family. But saving him gave him the opportunity to perform heroic deeds!
  The executioners nodded sympathetically:
  - That's fair!
  The beaten and scorched boy was carried to the infirmary. Let him recover a bit. The boy came to his senses on a relatively soft bed.
  They gave him some broth and semolina porridge. After which Oleg fell asleep. And he dreamed.
  Oleg Rybachenko, a boy-hero, cleared Krasnaya Polyana of Hitler's vultures. After which he moved on to other parts of the front. If you're going to thrash, thrash to the end! If you still have the opportunity and time. After all, the Nazis' best forces have been allocated to the assault on Moscow.
  Here Rybachenko Jr. was accelerating his sword-like propellers with ever-increasing power. His personal speed had exceeded four times the speed of sound and was continuing to increase. If Churchill had decided to make a deal with Nazi Germany in this world, he should prove by force of arms that the bulldog was wrong.
  Moreover, the British Lion not only agreed to a separate peace with the fascist Third Reich, but also sent troops against the USSR. So, Grishka, a British division, fell under the cutters. Take, for example, the legendary Matilda tanks. They're shelling Tula. The British also want to take part in the assault on the Soviet capital.
  But they don't know that Oleg Rybachenko has already come for their sinful souls. And so the Matilda, with its 78-millimeter frontal armor, falls with the ease of a torn wet blotter under the magical wells of the eternal boy-prince.
  And this happens in a thousand-fold accelerated motion picture of the human body. And the swords are magical for a reason: they cut through absolutely everything! Even alloy steel and titanium!
  The boy-terminator raced through the English division, destroying everything within sword range, and now the radius had reached ten meters. It was terrifying. Those Englishmen who weren't killed immediately began to scatter.
  And Oleg Rybachenko, chopping again like a galloping comet, began to sing;
  Purple fields and moonlit floods,
  This kind of land can be found in different worlds...
  And I see the iridescent colors in a stormy color,
  In a sublunar, decorated apartment!
  
  What can reality give - it's so boring,
  In which man is an unhappy mortal?
  And here is a girl running barefoot through the snow -
  Although her outfit is not at all poor!
  
  Everything in our world is dust and there is a lot of dirt,
  This is how the universe was born through the looking glass!
  And believe me, a joyful road awaits me,
  And the path to that heroism is difficult and long!
  
  We will always receive, let gold cover the roofs,
  And the matter will be argued one way and another...
  And we will fly with passion, higher than the falcon -
  Let our work be golden and unearthly!
  
  Fascism has attacked now - it is using Koschei,
  His ambitions are many, from one end to the other...
  The traitors tremble and the cowards squeal,
  They rip you off - they carry their big nonsense,
  And whoever gets into trouble will perish straight to hell,
  He won't be able to grasp the idea of sports!
  
  We are the warriors of the path, you won"t find anyone tougher than us,
  We will be able to do what we did without foolishness...
  We are on the same path with a force of no more than twenty,
  We are knights who never turned away from the road!
  
  What a machine gun can do is a powerful result,
  And we can hit them with a cannon without any problem either!
  There won't be a roll of thunder - or a mat in a tight cage,
  We will bring changes to the Fatherland too!
  
  What will the king do? He is not a zero after all.
  Even though the kingdom of hell is gathering dust, the underworld is gathering dust!
  And the different kinds of salt will be very nice,
  When they don"t melt and their faces get fried!
  
  So you, my soul, understand -
  keep the fire only in your hearts...
  Let the zeros not come to the credit,
  And build the rating on blood,
  Let it be for the people of our native land...
  Forward, leader of the cool ones, lead...
  And my capital of Rus' will not fall -
  We can transform ourselves every time!
  Of the English division and German units, only horns and legs remained! The Grand Duke, ever the boy, hacked, sliced, and dissected his opponents playfully and jokingly.
  And it was even becoming monotonous for him. And, in its own way, boring. And you even begin to involuntarily think that such phenomenal power isn't so great after all. There's no room for thought and imagination! Or rather, there is room, but no need for it!
  You become not a human, but a superhuman, at least in terms of physical capabilities, to its extreme. And this leads to brain desiccation.
  And already in your battle trance and devilish wheelhouse, routine sets in. And with it, boredom...
  Oleg Rybachenko even began to listen, trying to catch at least something else in the space besides explosions and screams.
  It's colossal agony when you're killing hundreds of thousands of people. If you've already reached roughly 10,000 kilometers per hour. That's roughly three kilometers per second, or a little less. And how many people can be incinerated like that, and at that speed?
  You no longer follow the battle, but your body itself is in a machine gun, and the air around you glows, heated by movement.
  And people see not you yourself, but a comet rushing at insane speed, from which everything burns and melts.
  After a good night's sleep, Oleg Rybachenko woke up feeling refreshed and energetic. He was full of strength and energy. His scars and burns were almost healed. Only the scars were visibly fading, and the blisters on his bare heels had disappeared.
  The boy jumped up and shouted:
  - I want to go to the front!
  The girl ran in and, seeing Oleg standing there, almost completely healthy, shouted:
  - Fine!
  A few minutes later, the doctor appeared. He glanced casually at Oleg and announced his discharge!
  And half an hour later, the boy, already in prison uniform and with his hair cut, was led to the barracks.
  Oleg Rybachenko found himself outside prison walls for the first time in three months. He felt dizzy from the excitement and oxygen.
  The boy sang:
  - Freedom, freedom, you are beautiful... Believe me, it is dangerous to live without you!
  At the barracks, they wanted to give Oleg a haircut, but he already had a buzz cut after prison. They issued him a uniform that was a bit too big and left him without boots-he needed them!
  Well, the boy didn't mind. He was used to the cold, and in late March, when it was sunny and the snow was melting, his calloused, bare feet didn't freeze. So, in trousers and a tunic, he went to the front with the other recruits. They were all still beardless youngsters, hastily trained. They were being transported to Galicia, where a major offensive was scheduled to begin in early April.
  The young men didn't look too cheerful.
  Oleg Rybachenko, in order to raise his fighting spirit, began to sing: composing on the fly;
  My Russia, my dear country,
  Under the brave Russian Tsar Nicholas...
  Satan cannot defeat us,
  We will tear all enemies to pieces in battle!
  
  Let Rus' burn like a star in the darkness,
  Let our Motherland become beautiful...
  May the tough bear be famous in battles,
  Although sometimes it is dangerous in battle!
  
  We can defeat these Fritzes,
  We are not afraid of the aggressive Kaiser...
  Although life is sometimes just a thread of silk,
  But there will be Russians, believe me, on Mars!
  
  Russia is the greatest of countries,
  In it, the wise king governs well,
  Although a hurricane is raging now,
  And the Russian warrior dies in battle!
  
  War is such a stepmother, believe me,
  What could tempt a son to do something nasty...
  And every man is a beast in his heart,
  He wants to destroy the truth too!
  
  But hold on to the Orthodox kingdom,
  For the planet to be a harvest...
  A good life will soon come,
  When we destroy Wilhelm's fighters!
  
  For Russians there is no more beautiful country,
  Than the Motherland of glorious Russia...
  We are knights, believe me, like eagles,
  What makes girls always more beautiful!
  
  Never retreat, never give up,
  This is the word of every soldier...
  May a great dream come true,
  Shoot, fire away from your machine gun!
  
  And our planes are the best,
  Ilya throws two tons of bombs at a time...
  After all, success always favors us,
  Sometimes it doesn't get any cooler!
  
  I believe we will definitely win,
  Let's march like a Russian through Berlin...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And we are forever united with the Motherland!
  
  When paradise comes to the Russian world,
  Russia will become higher in the universe...
  You are a man who soars higher than the stars,
  With your strength in battle, unchanging!
  
  The Romanovs are great tsars,
  They subjugate the whole of Russia...
  And my order is smash or die,
  What came before couldn't be cooler!
  
  I believe we will achieve everything soon,
  There will be enough land for everyone - believe me...
  Life will become fun, very easy,
  We are angels, not devils from hell!
  
  We sing for the health of our country,
  We'll have brides when we get back...
  Know all the enemies, we will defeat them,
  And the Sun will shine over the Fatherland!
  And now Oleg Rybachenko is fighting the Nazis and showing off his boy-terminator skills. As always, he's barefoot and in shorts. And with his bare heel, he's tossing up a pea of annihilation.
  Margarita is very energetic. She also throws peas with powerful explosives with her bare toes. She's extremely energetic. And the kids got involved, too, and when the stormtroopers destroyed the Royal Lion they'd captured, the young warriors emerged and began firing their bazookas with great vigor.
  These are some fighters. How tough and energetic they are.
  But the boy Andreyka was no slouch either, so he fired a slingshot and hit a Nazi officer right in the eye.
  And they took and sang:
  - Lenin brings a great name to people,
  For the glory of the Fatherland so holy...
  Many generations will pass among us,
  To Sacred Russia, dear to all people!
  CHAPTER No 11.
  And Daria Rybachenko, who escaped from the camp with her bare heels flashing like an eternal girl, also composed.
  But the children's team of five young fighters continued to fly on the magic carpet. Along the way, they came across a Japanese destroyer. Oleg snapped his bare toes, and the ship instantly transformed into something incredibly appetizing. With pretzels and honey. And it was so fragrant, and covered in a layer of chocolate.
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - This is great!
  Pippi Longstocking noted:
  - When there is magic, it is relatively simple!
  Annika giggled and noted:
  - Yeah, that's cool!
  Tommy said with a smile:
  - We can eat ourselves!
  And the children burst out laughing and splashed their little bare feet. Wonderful young creatures.
  Here's another Japanese cruiser caught and turned into a pie. But you'll agree that wasn't enough. More precisely, the majority of the Japanese fleet has already been destroyed, or rather, transformed. What a turn of events they've taken.
  The children continued their flight.
  Pippi took it and began to sing:
  May the reign of Nicholas be glorious,
  Let garlands of happiness bloom in it...
  I fight for Rus', you are fiercely daring,
  The warrior will definitely be cool!
  The Terminator children finally managed to locate several Japanese ships that had survived the devastation. Pippi and Margarita handed their wands to Tommy and Annika and warned them:
  - Click your bare toes. Then you'll be able to do some really cool magic!
  A boy and a girl, their tiny, bare, childish feet, bumped into each other. Sparks flew. And the children laughed. They waved their magic wands. And the ships with their Japanese sailors began to transform into something incredibly delicious and mouth-watering. These were chocolate cakes, and mountains of fragrant, choux pastries. And on another tray, a mountain of honey doughnuts appeared.
  Pippi giggled and noted:
  - You do magic well!
  Margarita exclaimed:
  - Well done guys!
  And the children laughed with joy...
  Oleg remembered another mission of theirs.
  Hitler decided to abandon the offensive at Kursk, logically reasoning that attacking the most fortified position was illogical. Sicily also needed to be fortified-an Allied landing was planned there. Meanwhile, the Third Reich needed to go on the defensive. And time was needed to train freshly recruited infantry. So the Nazis went ahead and entrenched themselves there, strengthening their positions.
  And the landing in Sicily ended in catastrophic defeat for the Allies. Stalin only launched an offensive in August 1943, simultaneously in both the Oryol and Kharkov directions. On August 5, Soviet troops attempted to attack the Third Reich. And the Germans were expecting it. The battles showed that the Panther is a very good tank in defense. It copes admirably with its task of destroying the T-34-76 from a range of up to two kilometers, firing up to fifteen rounds per minute. The Tiger is also quite good, and difficult to knock out. And the gun is powerful, at 88 mm.
  The Germans had fortified themselves quite well, especially in the Kharkov direction. And the fighting dragged on until late autumn. In the Oryol direction, Soviet troops advanced only fifteen kilometers, and in the Kharkov direction, there was no progress at all. In mid-October, the offensive, which had cost the Red Army enormous losses, was halted-the losses were too great, and the results meager.
  While the Germans held the front line, the Panther-2 entered production in September, more powerfully armed, better protected, and with a 900-horsepower engine, weighing in at 53 tons. But for now, the old Panther is still up to par. And the Tiger-2 entered production, also with a more powerful gun and better protection.
  But Stalin was undaunted - winter was coming, a time of victories for the Red Army. Then something unexpected happened: after the defeat in Sicily, the isolationists in the United States gained ground, arguing that there was no point in interfering with Europe when they should focus on Japan. Roosevelt agreed to Hitler's proposal to declare an armistice and begin negotiations. Churchill, however, cried out that he would not fight without the United States. And so, military operations were frozen as of October 1, 1943. And negotiations began. As a gesture of goodwill, Hitler suspended the mass extermination of Jews.
  And so the trade began. Trainloads of Jews began to be sent to the US and Britain, and in exchange, the Nazis received raw materials, petroleum products, gold, and even weapons. In particular, the Churchill tank, being well-protected and relatively mobile, generally suited the Nazis. The British Challenger tank, similar in armor and armament to the Panther I, weighed only thirty-three tons.
  But the balance of power in the air changed especially. The Germans were able to redeploy their aircraft from the Western Front and the Mediterranean. Furthermore, prisoner exchanges took place, and many German and Italian pilots returned, changing the balance of power primarily in the air.
  The Germans also acquired the TA-152 fighter-attack aircraft, which boasted six cannons and a top speed of 760 kilometers per hour. This aircraft was formidable. Thanks to its powerful armament and armor, it could serve as a fighter, a ground attack aircraft, and a frontline bomber. It was a true workhorse. And it was hard to resist.
  Jet fighters have also appeared, but the ME-262 is not yet perfect. They are still too expensive and heavy, but they do have four 30-mm cannons. A powerful speed of up to nine hundred kilometers ensures the survivability of these aircraft. They crashed more often than were shot down by Soviet pilots.
  The ME-163's six-minute flight time was too short to be used effectively. But it was tailless, small, and very fast.
  Hitler, as they say, had his trump card. Lend-Lease supplies to the USSR ceased. This also had a particularly significant impact on aviation. Shortages of copper, explosives, and duralumin arose. This also affected the front. In December, Soviet troops attempted an offensive in the south, and in January in the north, near Leningrad. This time, the Nazis managed to repel the Soviet attacks and hold out. In February, Soviet troops attempted an offensive in the center. And they were also unsuccessful. March arrived... Winter, the most difficult time for the Nazis, had passed, and spring had arrived. And Hitler was already eager to go on the offensive.
  Total warfare was in effect in the Third Reich and the occupied territories. Tank production, especially of the Panther-2 and Tiger-2, continued to increase. The German Tiger-2, unlike in real life, had a more powerful engine, boasting a thousand horsepower, making it a formidable breakthrough tank. TA-152 production was also increasing. Also in production were the Ju-288, vehicles that reached speeds of up to 650 kilometers per hour and carried four tons of bombs under normal load, and six tons under overload.
  Also in the series was the ME-309, a formidable fighter with three 30-millimeter cannons and four machine guns. This aircraft, capable of reaching speeds of up to 740 kilometers per hour, was both menacing and terrifying.
  The USSR's response to this in the air was weak. Only the LA-7, somewhat faster, appeared. But the Yak-3 ran into problems. Duralumin supplies from the US and Britain ceased, and due to the shortage, the Yak-3 was unable to enter production.
  They had to limit themselves to the Yak-9, a rather lightly armed aircraft with a single 20-millimeter cannon and a single machine gun, and a top speed of 600 kilometers per hour. And that was the benchmark version. But in practice, the aircraft was even slower and heavier.
  Things were a little better in tanks: in March, the T-34-85 and IS-2, with more powerful armament and slightly better protection, went into production.
  In April, Soviet troops attempted to advance in the south, but without success.
  Hitler, meanwhile, was amassing his forces. Foreign legions and divisions were being formed. Meanwhile, the Nazis were holding back. Guderian was appointed Chief of the General Staff. He advised waiting for the Soviet offensive and catching the Red Army in a counterattack, as the defensive lines were too strong to attempt a frontal assault.
  And so, on June 22, 1944, having gathered his forces, Stalin launched Operation Bagration. Soviet troops launched a major offensive in the center. There were good tanks on both sides. The Germans already had the upper hand in equipment. They had more tanks, they were more powerful, and they had the upper hand in air power. And that was very impressive.
  Stalin launched an offensive without a significant advantage in forces. As a result, Soviet troops were attacked from the flanks. Cauldrons formed, encircling the Red Army.
  There were over seven hundred thousand Soviet soldiers captured, and a major catastrophe in the center. And the Nazis, having breached the lines, were already approaching Moscow.
  And the Nazis are already flowing around Moscow from different sides.
  Then Oleg and the girls entered the battle again, helping Russia, or rather the USSR.
  Then they were joined by a barefoot girl, Margarita. Also a grown woman, a writer, she became a twelve-year-old girl in exchange for immortality and is on a mission.
  Warriors from the twenty-first century once again clashed with the Nazis of the twentieth.
  The fascist brown empire has too many soldiers. They flow like an endless river.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down the Nazis with his swords, both infantry and tanks, roared:
  - We will never give in!
  And from the boy"s bare foot a sharp disk flew!
  Margarita, crushing her opponents, baring her teeth, muttered:
  - There is a place for heroism in the world!
  And from the girl"s bare foot, poisonous needles flew out, striking the Nazis and their planes and tanks.
  Natasha also threw her bare toes, murderously, and howled:
  - We will never forget and we will never forgive.
  And her swords passed through the fascists in the mill.
  Zoya, cutting down the enemies, squealed:
  - For a new order!
  And from her bare feet, new needles flew out. And into the eyes and throats of Hitler's soldiers and planes.
  Yes, it was clear that the warriors were getting excited and furious.
  Augustina, chopping down white soldiers and tanks, squealed:
  - Our iron will!
  And from her bare foot flies a new, deadly gift. And the fabrics and white fighters fall.
  Svetlana chops at the miller, her swords like lightning.
  The fascists fall like cut sheaves.
  The girl throws needles with her bare feet and squeals:
  - He will win for Mother Russia!
  Oleg Rybachenko attacks the Nazis. The boy-terminator cuts down the brown troops.
  And at the same time, the boy"s bare toes shoot out needles with poison, they tear apart gun barrels and shoot down planes.
  The boy roars:
  - Glory to the Future Rus'!
  And in motion he cuts everyone's heads and faces.
  Margarita also crushes her opponents.
  Her bare feet flicker. The Nazis are dying in large numbers. The warrior screams:
  - To new frontiers!
  And then the girl just takes it and chops...
  A mass of corpses of fascist soldiers.
  And here's Natasha on the offensive. She's chopping down Nazis along with their tanks, and singing:
  - Rus' is great and radiant,
  I'm a very strange girl!
  And disks fly from her bare feet. The ones that saw through the throats of fascists. Now that's a girl.
  Zoya is on the offensive. She chops down brown soldiers with both hands. She spits from a straw. And throws deadly needles with her bare toes - shooting down tanks and planes.
  And at the same time he sings to himself:
  - Eh, little club, let's go!
  Oh, my dearest one will do!
  Augustine, chopping down the Nazis and exterminating the brown soldiers, squeals:
  - All shaggy and in animal skin,
  He rushed at the riot police with a baton!
  And with his bare toes he launches at the enemy something that would kill an elephant, let alone a tank.
  And then he squeaks:
  - Wolfhounds!
  Svetlana is on the offensive. She hacks and slashes at the Nazis. With her bare feet, she launches death-dealing gifts at them.
  Runs a mill with swords.
  She crushed a mass of fighters and squealed:
  - A great victory is coming!
  And again the girl is in wild motion.
  And her bare feet launch deadly needles, destroying tanks and planes.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumped. The boy spun into a somersault. He cut down a horde of Nazis in mid-air.
  He threw the needles with his bare toes and gurgled:
  - Glory to my beautiful courage!
  And again the boy is in battle.
  Margarita goes on the offensive, cutting down all her enemies. Her swords are sharper than mill blades. And her bare toes hurl gifts of death, setting tanks and planes ablaze.
  A girl on a wild attack, slaughtering brown warriors without ceremony.
  And it jumps up and down every now and then and twists!
  And gifts of annihilation fly from her.
  And the Nazis fall dead. And whole mounds of corpses pile up.
  Margarita squeaks:
  - I am an American cowboy!
  And again her bare feet were hit by a needle.
  And then a dozen more needles!
  Natasha is also very cool on the offensive.
  And he throws things around with his bare feet and spits out of a tube.
  And he screams at the top of his lungs:
  - I am the sparkling death! All you have to do is die!
  And again the beauty is on the move.
  Zoya storms the rubble of Nazi corpses. And boomerangs of destruction fly from her bare feet.
  And the brown warriors keep falling and falling.
  Zoya screams:
  - Barefoot girl, you will be defeated!
  And from the girl's bare heel, a dozen needles fly, which plunge straight into the Nazis' throats.
  They fall down dead.
  Or rather, completely dead.
  Augustina is on the offensive. She crushes the brown troops. Her swords are wielded in both hands. And what a remarkable warrior she is.
  A tornado sweeps through the fascist troops.
  The girl with red hair roars:
  - The future is hidden! But it will be victorious!
  And on the offensive is a beauty with fiery hair.
  Augustine roars in wild ecstasy:
  - The gods of war will tear everything apart!
  And the warrior is on the offensive.
  And her bare feet throw out a lot of sharp, poisonous needles.
  Svetlana in battle. And so sparkling and feisty. Her bare legs spit out so much lethal energy. Not a human being, but death with blonde hair.
  But if it gets going, you won"t be able to stop it.
  Svetlana sings:
  - Life won't be honey,
  So jump in a round dance!
  Let your dream come true -
  Beauty turns a man into a slave!
  And in the barefoot girl's movements there is more and more fury.
  Oleg's advance is accelerating. The boy is beating the Nazis.
  His bare feet throw sharp needles, tearing apart tanks and planes.
  The young warrior squeaks:
  - A mad empire will tear everyone apart!
  And again the boy is on the move.
  Margarita is a wild girl in her activity. And she thrashes her enemies.
  She threw a pea-sized explosive with her bare foot. It exploded, and immediately sent a hundred Nazis and ten tanks flying into the air.
  The girl screams:
  - Victory will come to us anyway!
  And he will carry out a mill with swords - the barrels of tanks fly in different directions.
  Natasha sped up her movements. The girl cuts down the brown warriors. And all the while she screams:
  - Victory awaits the Russian Empire.
  And let's exterminate the Nazis at an accelerated pace.
  Natasha is a terminator girl.
  It doesn't think about stopping or slowing down, and tanks and planes are shot down.
  Zoya is on the offensive. Her swords seem to be slicing through a salad of meat and metal. She screams at the top of her lungs:
  - Our salvation is in force!
  And bare toes also throw out such needles.
  And a mass of people with pierced throats lie in mounds of corpses, as well as broken tanks and downed planes.
  Augustina is a wild girl. And she destroys everyone like a hyperplasmic robot.
  She's already destroyed hundreds of Nazis. But the tempo is still picking up. And the warrior is still roaring.
  - I'm so invincible! The coolest one in the world!
  And again the beauty is on the attack.
  And from her bare toes, a pea flies out. And three hundred Nazis and a dozen tanks are torn apart by a powerful explosion.
  Augustine sang:
  - You won"t dare to seize our land!
  Svetlana is also on the offensive. And she doesn't give us a moment's respite. A wild terminator girl.
  And he cuts down the enemies and exterminates the Nazis. And a mass of brown fighters has already collapsed into the ditch and along the roads.
  The Six went wild and started a wild battle.
  Oleg Rybachenko is back in action. He advances, swinging both swords. And the little terminator performs a windmill. The dead Nazis fall.
  A mass of corpses. Whole mountains of bloody bodies.
  The boy writer recalls a wild strategy game where horses and men also mingled.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Woe from Wit!
  And there will be tons of money!
  And the boy-terminator is in a new movement. And his bare feet will take something and throw it.
  The genius boy roared:
  - Master class and Adidas!
  It really was a cool performance. And how many Nazis were killed? And the greatest number of the greatest of the "brown" fighters were killed.
  Margarita is also in battle. She crushes cinnamon and steel armies and roars:
  - A large shock regiment! We're driving everyone into the grave!
  And her swords slashed at the Nazis. The mass of brown fighters had already fallen.
  The girl growled:
  - I'm even cooler than the panthers! Prove that I'm the best!
  And from the girl"s bare heel a pea with powerful explosives flies out.
  And it will hit the enemy.
  And it will take and destroy some of the enemies, tanks and even planes.
  And Natasha is a powerhouse. She beats her opponents and doesn't let anyone off the hook.
  How many Nazis have you already killed?
  And her teeth are so sharp. And her eyes are so sapphire. This girl is the ultimate executioner. Although all her partners are executioners!
  Natasha screams:
  - I'm crazy! You'll get a penalty!
  And again the girl will cut down a lot of Nazis with swords.
  Zoya is on the move and has cut up many brown warriors.
  And their bare feet throw needles. Each needle kills several Nazis. These girls are truly beautiful.
  Augustina advances and crushes her opponents. And she doesn't forget to yell:
  - You can't escape the coffin!
  And the girl will take her teeth and bare them!
  And such a redhead... Her hair flutters in the wind like a proletarian banner.
  And she is literally brimming with anger.
  Svetlana on the move. She's cracked open a ton of skulls and tank turrets. A warrior baring her teeth.
  He sticks out his tongue. Then he spits from a straw. After which he howls:
  - You guys will be dead!
  And again, deadly needles fly from her bare feet, striking infantry and aircraft.
  Oleg Rybachenko jumps and bounces.
  A barefoot boy emits a bunch of needles, knocks down tanks, and sings:
  - Let's go on a hike, open a big account!
  The young warrior is at his best, as expected.
  He's already quite old, but he looks like a child. Only very strong and muscular.
  Oleg Rybachenko sang:
  - Even if the game is not played according to the rules, we will break through, suckers!
  And again, deadly and damaging needles flew from his bare feet.
  Margarita sang with delight:
  - Nothing is impossible! I believe the dawn of freedom will come!
  The girl again threw a lethal cascade of needles at the Nazis and their tanks, and continued:
  - The darkness will go away! The roses of May will bloom!
  And the warrior tosses a pea with her bare toes, and a thousand Nazis immediately fly into the air. The army of the brown, hellish empire melts away right before our eyes.
  Natasha in battle. Leaping like a cobra. Blowing up enemies. And so many Nazis die and planes crash.
  The girl beat them with swords, and coal pellets, and spears. And needles.
  And at the same time he roars:
  - I believe victory will come!
  And the glory of the Russians will find!
  Bare toes shoot out new needles, piercing opponents.
  Zoya is in a frenzy of movement. She attacks the Nazis, cutting them into tiny pieces.
  The warrior throws needles with her bare fingers. She pierces her opponents, and then roars:
  - Our complete victory is near!
  And she carries out a wild windmill with her swords, sweeping away tanks. Now that's a real girl!
  And now Augustine's cobra has gone on the offensive. This woman is a nightmare for all.
  And if it turns on, then it turns on.
  After which the redhead will take and sing:
  - I'll crack open all your skulls! I'm a great dream!
  And here her swords are in action, cutting through meat and metal.
  Svetlana also goes on the offensive. This girl has no inhibitions. Once she's hacked away, a mass of corpses falls, and planes and tanks fall.
  The blonde terminator roars:
  - How good it will be! How good it will be - I know it!
  And now a lethal pea flies from her.
  Oleg will mow down another hundred Nazis like a meteor. And he'll even take and throw a bomb.
  It is small in size, but deadly...
  How it will tear into small pieces.
  The Terminator Boy howled:
  - The stormy youth of scary machines!
  Margarita will do the same thing again in battle.
  And he will cut down a mass of brown fighters. And he will cut large clearings.
  The girl squeals:
  - Lambada is our dance on the sand!
  And it will hit with renewed force.
  Natasha is even more ferocious on the offensive. She's battering the Nazis like crazy. They're not much of a match for girls like her.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  - Jogging in place is a general reconciliation!
  And the warrior unleashed a cascade of blows on her opponents.
  And he will also throw discs with his bare feet.
  Here's the mill run. The mass of brown army heads rolled back and the tanks burned.
  She's a fighting beauty. To beat up such a yellow armada.
  Zoya is on the move, crushing everyone. And her swords are like the shears of death.
  The girl is simply adorable. And her bare feet shoot out very poisonous needles.
  They strike at their enemies. They pierce their throats and make coffins, and they make tanks and planes explode.
  Zoya took it and squealed:
  - If there is no water in the tap...
  Natasha screamed with delight:
  - So it's your fault!
  And with her bare toes she throws something that kills thoroughly. Now that's a real girl.
  And from her bare legs, a blade will fly, and it will strike a multitude of soldiers, cutting off the turrets of tanks.
  CHAPTER No 12.
  Augustine in motion. Swift and unique in her beauty.
  What bright hair she has. It flutters like a proletarian banner. This girl is a real shrew.
  And she chops down her opponents as if she was born with swords in her hands.
  Red-haired, damn beast!
  Augustina took it and hissed:
  - The bull's head will be so big that the fighters won't lose their minds!
  And now she has crushed a mass of fighters again.
  Oleg Rybachenko muttered:
  - That's what I needed! This is a girl!
  Margarita, throwing a dagger with her bare foot, breaking off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - Big and cool girl!
  Augustine readily agreed with this:
  - I am a warrior who will bite anyone to death!
  And again, with his bare toes, he will launch the murderous one.
  Svetlana is no match for her opponents in battle. She's no girl, but to end up with such a witch in flames.
  And squeals:
  - What a blue sky!
  Augustine, releasing the blade with her bare foot, cutting off the tank"s turret, confirmed:
  - We are not supporters of robbery!
  Svetlana, cutting down enemies and shooting down planes, chirped:
  - You don't need a knife against a fool...
  Zoya squealed, throwing needles with her bare, tanned feet:
  - You'll tell him a whole bunch of lies!
  Natasha, chopping down the Nazis, added:
  - And do it with him for a pittance!
  And the warriors will just jump up and down. They're so bloody and cool. There's a whole lot of excitement in them.
  Oleg Rybachenko looks very stylish in battle.
  Margarita sang:
  - The blow is strong, but the guy is interested...
  The boy genius kicked something like a helicopter rotor into motion. He cut off a couple hundred heads from both Nazis and tanks, then squealed:
  - Quite athletic!
  And both - a boy and a girl - are in perfect order.
  Oleg, chopping down the brown soldiers, gurgled:
  - And a great victory will be ours!
  Margarita hissed in response:
  - We kill everyone - with bare feet!
  The girl really is such an active terminator.
  Natasha sang on the offensive:
  - In a holy war!
  And the warrior launched a sharp boomerang-like disk. It flew in an arc, cutting down a mass of Nazis and tank turrets.
  Zoya added, continuing the extermination:
  - Our victory will be!
  And from her bare feet, more needles flew, striking a multitude of soldiers and aircraft.
  The blonde girl said:
  - Let's checkmate the enemy!
  And she stuck out her tongue.
  Augustina, waving her legs and throwing sharp-edged swastikas, gurgled:
  - Imperial flag forward!
  Svetlana readily confirmed:
  - Glory to the fallen heroes!
  And the girls screamed in chorus, crushing the Nazis:
  - No one will stop us!
  And now the discus flies from the warriors' bare feet. Flesh tears and tank turrets are blown away.
  And again the howl:
  - No one will defeat us!
  Natasha flew into the air, slashing through her opponents and the winged vultures, and then announced:
  - We are she-wolves, we fry the enemy!
  And from her bare toes a very lethal disk will fly out.
  The girl even twisted in ecstasy.
  And then he mutters:
  - Our heels love fire!
  Yes, the girls are really sexy.
  Oleg Rybachenko gurgled:
  - Oh, it's too early, the security is giving it!
  And he winked at the warriors. They laughed and bared their teeth in response.
  Natasha chopped up the Nazis and squealed:
  - There is no joy in our world without struggle!
  The boy objected:
  - Sometimes even fighting is no fun!
  Natasha agreed:
  - If there is no strength, then yes...
  But we warriors are always healthy!
  The girl threw needles at the enemy with her bare toes, blew up a mass of tanks, and sang:
  - A soldier is always healthy,
  And ready for the feat!
  After which Natasha again hacked at the enemies, knocking off the turrets of tanks.
  Zoya is quite the hottie. She just threw a whole barrel at the Nazis. And blew up a couple thousand in one blast.
  After which she squeaked:
  - We can't stop, our heels are sparkling!
  And the girl in battle dress!
  Augustina isn't weak in battle either. She thrashes the Nazis like she's beating them out of a sheaf of grain with chains.
  And chopping down his opponents, he sings:
  - Be careful, there will be some benefit,
  There will be a pie in the fall!
  The red-haired devil really does work hard in battle like a jack-in-the-box.
  And here's Svetlana, she fights. And she gives the Nazis a hard time.
  And if she hits, she hits.
  Bloody splashes fly out from it.
  Svetlana remarked harshly as her bare foot sent sprays of metal flying, melting the skulls and turrets of tanks:
  - Glory to Russia, very much glory!
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts -
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Here the girls have taken on the Nazis. They're hacking and slashing them. Not warriors, but real panthers unleashed.
  Oleg is in battle and attacks the Nazis. He strikes them mercilessly, rips apart tanks, and screams:
  - We are like bulls!
  Margarita, crushing the brown army and cutting through tanks, picked up:
  - We are like bulls!
  Natasha just started howling, cutting down the brown fighters along with the tanks:
  - It's not convenient to lie!
  Zoya tore apart the Nazis and squealed:
  - No, it's not convenient!
  And he too will take and release a star with his bare foot and finish off a mass of fascists.
  Natasha took it and squealed:
  - Our TV is on fire!
  And from her bare leg flies a lethal bunch of needles.
  Zoya, also crushing the Nazis and their tanks, squeaked:
  - Our friendship is a monolith!
  And again she throws such a blast that the circles blur in all directions. This girl is pure annihilation of her opponents.
  The girl, with her bare toes, launches three boomerangs. And that only increases the number of corpses.
  After which the beauty will say:
  - We will give the enemy no quarter! There will be a corpse!
  And again, something deadly flies off from the bare heel.
  Augustine also quite logically noted:
  - Not just one corpse, but many!
  After that, the girl walked barefoot through the bloody puddles and killed many Nazis.
  And how he roars:
  - Mass murder!
  And then he'll hit the Hitlerite general with his head. He'll break his skull and say:
  - Banzai! You'll go to heaven!
  Svetlana is very furious on the offensive, especially when knocking down tanks, squeals:
  - You will have no mercy!
  And a dozen needles fly off her bare toes. The planes crash as she pierces everyone. And the warrior tries very hard, to shred and kill.
  Oleg Rybachenko squeaks:
  - Nice hammer!
  And the boy, with his bare foot, also throws a cool star in the shape of a swastika. An intricate hybrid.
  And a mass of Nazis collapsed.
  Oleg roared:
  - Banzai!
  And the boy is once again on a wild attack. No, power is seething within him, and volcanoes are bubbling!
  Margarita is on the move. She'll rip everyone's bellies open.
  A girl can throw out fifty needles with one foot at a time. And a lot of enemies of all kinds are killed, tanks and planes are destroyed.
  Margarita sang cheerfully:
  - One, two! Grief is not a problem!
  Never be discouraged!
  Keep your nose and tail up.
  Know that a true friend is always with you!
  That's how aggressive this group is. The girl hits you and shouts:
  - The Dragon President will become a corpse!
  Natasha is a real terminator in battle. And she gurgled, roaring:
  - Banzai! Get it quickly!
  And a grenade flew off her bare foot. And it hit the Nazis like a nail. And it destroyed the mass of mastodons and winged, infernal machines.
  What a warrior! A warrior to all warriors!
  Zoya is also on the offensive. Such a fierce beauty.
  And she took it and gurgled:
  - Our father is the White God himself!
  And he will cut down the Nazis with a triple mill!
  And Augustine roared in response:
  - And my God is black!
  The redhead truly is the embodiment of treachery and meanness. To her enemies, of course. But to her friends, she's a sweetheart.
  And, as if with bare toes, he'll take it and throw it. And a mass of heaps of warriors of the brown empire, as well as their tanks and planes.
  The redhead shouted:
  - Russia and the black God are behind us!
  A warrior with immense combat potential. There's no one better to stand under than her. She's capable of tearing off the turrets of tanks and the wings of Nazi planes.
  Augustine hissed:
  - We will grind all traitors into dust!
  And winks at his partners. But this fiery girl isn't exactly the kind of person who can give peace. Unless it's deadly peace!
  Svetlana, crushing the enemies, said:
  - We'll sweep you away in a line!
  Augustine confirmed:
  - We'll kill them all!
  And from her bare feet, the gift of total annihilation flies again! And so many tanks and planes simultaneously exploded into tiny shavings.
  Oleg sang in response:
  - It will be a complete banzai!
  Augustina, tearing apart the Nazis with her bare hands, chopping them with swords, and throwing needles with her bare toes, destroying tanks and planes at once, said:
  - In short! In short!
  Natasha, destroying the brown warriors, squeaked:
  - In short - banzai!
  And let's chop down our opponents with wild ferocity.
  Oleg Rybachenko, cutting down his opponents, said:
  - This gambit is not Chinese,
  And believe me, the debut is Thai!
  And again, a sharp, metal-cutting disk flew from the boy's bare foot. It sliced off the turrets of tanks and the tails of planes.
  Margarita, chopping down the warriors of the brown empire and the armor of tanks, sang:
  - And who will we find in battle,
  And who will we find in battle...
  We won't joke about that -
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  They did a good job with the Nazis back then... And Soviet Russia defeated the brown empire during the assault on Moscow.
  The war wasn't over yet, but the USSR now had a chance to defeat the Nazis themselves. So the Six were forced to interrupt their super-cool mission once again.
  And then Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova - these eternal children decided to fight the Nazis.
  And so the boy and the girl, holding magic wands in their hands, took them and waved them.
  And so the German planes turned into cakes covered in chocolate and custard.
  And they began to fall, quite smoothly. And the cakes glided very beautifully. And it got a little steep.
  The boy snapped his bare toes. Changes had occurred. And the German tanks began to transform.
  And Oleg waved his magic wand. And this is what the transformations were.
  And the little girl Margarita also snapped her bare toes. And once again, transformations of the highest order began to occur.
  And where Panther-2 and Tiger-2 tanks had been, cakes with roses, butterflies, squirrels, fish, and cream began to appear. It was truly beautiful.
  And the children did it so beautifully. Young warriors flew along the front lines and transformed. And they waved their wands. And cosmic changes occurred.
  And so the tanks became mountains of cakes, or chocolate-covered donuts, or cupcakes with icing.
  So Margarita and Oleg began to do things, and with their little bare feet they performed miracles and brought about transformations.
  The children started singing and making all sorts of delicious confectionery treats out of the tanks.
  Oleg and Margarita began to sing:
  Man is only a wanderer in the universe,
  Protect us from harm, cherub!
  Although we suffer and each one is an exile,
  We keep Jesus in our hearts with trepidation!
  
  And we don"t need a feast of bliss,
  The juice of speeches with empty praise!
  We must achieve perfection,
  Enlighten the consciousness of barefoot souls!
  
  And we will not be an insignificant creation,
  He did not spare his heart to give to God!
  It is not fitting to face false hypocrisy,
  Let go of common problems!
  
  Well, the Devil, using the evil ones,
  A terrible sword has risen over the Fatherland!
  The hellish, terrible cobra stings,
  And it threatens to set our fragile world on fire!
  
  How vile is the mind if it serves,
  To Satan and boundless passions!
  Through blood like a boy through puddles,
  Decay is spreading, tearing the country apart!
  
  There are already mountains of corpses,
  Shoots all people with a scythe!
  And a sea of children's tears, their eyes filled with grief,
  A sea of execution blocks - a triumph for executioners!
  
  But we will stand together for our Motherland,
  Having prayed to the holy icons!
  And tightening the backpack with a belt,
  Bayonet forward - we crush the enemies!
  
  And no one will tremble in vile fear,
  Because the Fatherland is us!
  Raised harshly and in debt,
  A warrior will never betray Rus'!
  
  And no matter what troubles there may be,
  How cruel is Satan's grin!
  We will not let our flag be dragged through the dust,
  For me, God is the Holy Ideal!
  
  Angels with Christ inspired,
  War is coming, those who are dead will rise!
  To serve Russia with all our strength for a century,
  God is with us, the knights - the Russians will win!
  That's how they sang and transformed. And so this Wehrmacht army became something frivolous. And now it became increasingly phenomenal and cosmic.
  And so all of Hitler's tanks became cakes, and very appetizing ones at that, with roses, cream, and delicious treats. And how beautiful it all turned out.
  And the planes turned into something incredibly appetizing. And there was so much delightfulness here. And the German and foreign infantry turned into handsome boys, about seven or eight years old. And these children were so obedient and cultured. And quite cute.
  And they stomp with their little bare feet. Now that's cool!
  This was the kind of victory...
  But then came the war with Japan. Of course, Stalin couldn't do without it. And it was so beautiful and cool.
  And so the boy and the girl, and the army of girls, took and beautifully released their bare toes, snapped and released pulsars from the magoplasm.
  After which the children and girls began to destroy the Japanese, and sing while doing so.
  And they did it actively.
  My homeland is in a stormy battle,
  Where the boundless ocean boils...
  There are forget-me-nots in the child"s soul,
  At least sometimes you can see fog!
  
  Jesus is the Creator of the Great Universe,
  For us people he went to the cross...
  With his spirit unwavering in battle,
  He died and rose again in joy!
  
  With Svarog God - these are brothers,
  That fighter and military sword of the Slavs...
  One of the Highest was going to the crucifixion,
  And another one was blowing the furnaces!
  
  To whom the sword is a great reward,
  Bow down to Christ, people...
  The fallen will bring you comfort,
  Believe him, I will tell you the truth!
  
  What does God want from us guys?
  So that you, boy, fight for Rus'...
  And shoot at your enemies with a machine gun,
  Fight for your dream and don't be afraid!
  
  Warriors of the great Svarog,
  His brother God Perun...
  You do a lot for people,
  The Russian country is flourishing!
  
  The White God brings good to people,
  Of course there will be happiness with him...
  He will forgive our sinners and will not condemn them,
  This is the layout we got!
  
  You are just a child for God,
  He will love you very much...
  The girls have a ringing voice,
  Let the hunter turn into the game!
  
  Christ the Lord created joy,
  So that they could feast boisterously...
  Will stop the onslaught of the wild horde,
  If necessary, we will kill!
  
  We exterminated the hordes of Mamai,
  Even though the vampire Batu was on the attack...
  We will simply tear the nukers to pieces,
  Even Shakespeare couldn't describe it with his pen!
  
  Gods, you create the universe,
  The Almighty Rod will be with us...
  We do not anger Him with our deeds,
  And then everyone will get a term!
  
  Let those who fought be in Eden,
  Iriy protects the souls of the righteous...
  Don't give in to the chimera, people,
  There will be a monolith for the Fatherland!
  
  How we love our Motherland, guys,
  
  Kyiv is the mother of Russian cities...
  Believe me, the enemy will face retribution,
  And no need to waste unnecessary words!
  
  Rod created the Universe by playing,
  Opening the heavens with a word...
  The girl is tearing through the snow barefoot,
  Performing miracles in battle!
  
  There is no salvation except Jesus,
  Lada, mother of the Gods, will grant paradise...
  And do not believe in various temptations,
  You choose to be the head of the family!
  
  He will give life to those who died in battle,
  May everything be in a new light for you...
  The fierce Cain will be destroyed,
  There will be a paradise without boundaries of existence!
  
  The endless expanses of space,
  Holy Rus' will conquer...
  If necessary, we will melt mountains,
  Write down your accomplishments in a notebook!
  
  The Black God is also needed, you know,
  To keep the bear man awake...
  The boy runs daringly through the puddles,
  Even if napalm falls!
  
  My mother, the Goddess of happiness Lada,
  Since the beginning of the world, paradise has been sowing...
  Will bring a reward to the warrior,
  Paradise is in full bloom!
  
  She is an eternally young girl,
  Although she gave birth to many Gods...
  She walks with a thin waist,
  So beautiful - there are no words!
  
  My Fatherland is infinity,
  The Japanese were born to defeat...
  We, guys, serve the Family forever,
  God, the embodiment of spring!
  
  And when Christ the Lord comes,
  What promises to resurrect everyone...
  The host of God will come with a thousand faces,
  May people live in the happiness of Rodnovery!
  
  We children are the highest reward,
  To preserve bright youth forever...
  After all, the Goddess of Paradise Lada is with us,
  With her, the thread of life will not be broken, I know!
  
  In battles with the enemy we moved mountains,
  It's as if Ilya Muromets was chopping...
  The treasury was filled with spoils, you know,
  We spent a lot of effort in the battle!
  
  We loved our Gods, believe me,
  Who gave such a life, you know...
  That they received immortality in joy,
  That we will even see communism!
  
  So, to begin with, we broke That,
  Opened the way to China for Russia...
  The samurai squadron was sunk,
  Now let the East turn into paradise!
  
  We will fly to Mars soon, believe me,
  Venus will be ours too, just know...
  We are still centuries old children in body,
  Although we fight better than the Jedi!
  
  Yes, Port Arthur is now forever Russian,
  Manchuria is Russian land...
  Why are you so sad, boy?
  The navy is a friendly family!
  
  Any war will end, believe me,
  Even though a lot of blood is shed in vain, know this...
  We have found happy immortality,
  Give others the joy of the world too!
  
  Let us shout - our Lada will be in glory,
  Svarog with Christ, Perun for centuries...
  The flames of hell will not scorch the planet,
  A great dream will come true!
  
  Someday we too will grow up,
  We'll probably give birth to a million children...
  Let's have a really fun party,
  After all, our strength is legion!
  
  Now the boy and the girl are at war,
  Bare heels of child fighters...
  And ahead of Eden there will be distances,
  And at this moment, beat the Japanese bravely!
  A beautiful quartet of girls, of course, can't help but hit the enemy. The warriors are sent to assist Russia in the upcoming war with Japan.
  But first, you need to complete the first part of your destiny and save humanity from the most vile infection in the history of planet Earth!
  Natasha, Zoya, Augustina, and Svetlana are currently on a special mission - fighting the hordes of the Japanese Empire.
  And this is really cool!
  But then something incredible happened. The ninja wizards summoned hordes of coronaviruses. And so the coronaviruses began to aid the Land of the Rising Sun. And they began to act more aggressively, and the girls went into battle.
  The girls fought the coronavirus troops quite successfully. And with them were Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova.
  Natasha scribbled on the advancing warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire, using her bare toes.
  She cooed:
  - For our great Fatherland!
  Zoya, pounding her opponents with her scarlet breasts and pressing the bazooka buttons, said:
  - For the happiness of people on Earth!
  And red-haired Augustina, writing about coronaviruses, aggressively noted:
  - For the greatest communism on planet Earth!
  And he too will take and throw a deadly gift of death with his bare toes.
  Svetlana shot at the enemy with great accuracy, hitting him dead on target. Then, using her bare heel, she squealed:
  - For the Fatherland that is above the whole world!
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  The four girls thrashed the coronaviruses with great skill. And killed them.
  And the girls cried at the top of their lungs:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  Oleg Rybachenko waved his bare, childish foot and released the pulsar, shouting:
  - For Holy Rus'!
  Margarita Korshunova continued to fight, acting with colossal energy. And with her bare, childish heel, magoplasmic energy balls sprang up, crushing the coronaviruses.
  - Glory to the Motherland USSR!
  And let's thrash the coronaviruses even more intensely.
  Natasha very wittily noted, scribbling at the enemy:
  - Our land is glorified,
  Happiness flies over the planet...
  We are all one family,
  The songs of the people are sung!
  These girls are top-notch in everything they do.
  And the way they crush coronaviruses is a sight to behold.
  And the warriors are just super.
  Zoya, shooting at coronaviruses, chirped:
  - The happiness of the Fatherland is in the girls!
  Augustine agreed with this:
  - Of course, in girls - especially with red hair!
  Svetlana hit the Chinese and squealed:
  - And it will be great!
  And once again, the warriors of the contagious coronavirus empire are being pounded. Now that's a girl, let's say!
  Oleg Rybachenko suddenly takes off and blows. And coronaviruses turn into gingerbread, and he shouts:
  - Magnificent communism!
  Margarita giggled and shot lightning out of her mouth and sang:
  I love the communism of the USSR,
  We'll drown everyone in the toilet of a huge...
  Let the unbridled Sam tremble,
  With its power, which is not at all modest!
  But other beauties fight too.
  Here is Alenka fighting.
  And her team of girls in bikinis.
  They throw gifts of death at their enemies using their bare toes.
  And they squeak:
  The tie blossomed into a glorious scarlet flower,
  Soon the girls will have to join the Komsomol!
  Alenka threw a deadly gift of death at her enemy with her bare toes,
  and she took it and squealed:
  - I believe in communism to live!
  Anyuta also wrote about the coronavirus troops. She was active, and her bare toes hurled very harsh death gifts.
  The girl squealed:
  - Our world will be communist!
  And red-haired Alla scribbled away on coronaviruses. And she did it with extreme precision. And she mowed down the empire's Coronavirus troops with great intensity, using a sickle to do the job.
  And the warrior desperately
  She threw grenades with her bare toes and chirped:
  - For new victories of communism!
  And again the girl laughed and squealed.
  Combat Maria also mowed down enemies. Entire mounds of coronavirus corpses were erected. The girl also used her scarlet nipples, pressing them against
  bazooka button.
  And it shot down coronavirus soldiers, but a rocket hit a tank.
  The Olympics are also aggressively exterminating coronaviruses.
  Her bare soles throw a whole barrel of explosives at once.
  The Olympics roars:
  - For great communism,
  Just not a step up!
  Marusya also fires at the enemy. And she does it with exceptional accuracy. She knocks out a ton of coronavirus soldiers. And all the while, the girl sings:
  - Glory to the land of communism,
  In the luxury of scarlet banners...
  We defeated the fascists,
  The world has been saved from fire!
  And again, with bare toes, he will throw a deadly gift of death.
  These are the girls here.
  Matryona also shoots at coronaviruses, and hits them very accurately. And she squeals:
  - I believe there will be a world of holy communism!
  There's a whole battalion of them, barefoot and almost naked. And these girls are pretty and very sexy.
  Stalenida kills coronaviruses and roars at the top of her lungs:
  - Our holy Fatherland is glorified -
  We will grow from edge to edge!
  This is a Komsomol girl. And then she presses with her strawberry nipple. And the enemy is completely stunned.
  Veronica fired very accurately at coronaviruses, cooing:
  - Glory to my Fatherland!
  Victoria, accurately and correctly hitting the enemy, cooed:
  - For mighty communism!
  And with her bare toes she threw a lethal gift of death.
  Serafima, writing about the enemies, very logically noted:
  - Our strength is growing!
  And with her bare toes she threw an extremely lethal gift of death.
  Stalenida remarked aggressively, mowing down coronaviruses:
  - Am I the strongest at throwing grenades?
  Alenka answered doubtfully:
  - We are all strong in this matter!
  And also how he will throw deadly gifts of death.
  Anyuta, writing about coronaviruses, quite logically noted:
  - We are very strong in military affairs! And this is our happiness!
  And he will also throw up destructive power with his bare heel.
  Red-haired Alla, shooting at her opponents and mowing them down, logically noted:
  - Glory does not come to the lazy!
  And how he throws something absolutely lethal at the enemy with his bare toes.
  Combat Maria also fired a very accurate shot at the enemy. She mowed down a ton of coronaviruses. And with her bare toes, she launched a wave of destruction at the enemy.
  And then he will take it and press on the enemy with his strawberry nipple.
  This is one warlike girl.
  The Olympics are also battling coronaviruses. They're doing it with vigor and blaring:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  And she also shoots with the help of a ruby nipple. And this is a very powerful move of hers. This girl is simply superb!
  Marusya, taking aim at coronaviruses, noted:
  - How long can we glorify communism?
  Olympias growled:
  - To the last drop of blood!
  And again the girl threw a grenade of deadly force with her bare toes.
  Matryona, writing about coronaviruses, quite logically and wittily noted:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war!
  And again the girl will throw the gift of annihilation with her bare toes.
  This is truly a top-class girl.
  But this is the girls' everyday life...
  When there was a break and a pause in the fighting, the warriors played cards for a while.
  Alenka noted with a smile:
  "This isn't a war with the Germans. They were outnumbered. And these coronaviruses are simply spreading like a contagious river."
  Anyuta nodded in agreement:
  "It was much easier with the Germans, though. They practically showered us with corpses."
  Red-haired Alla noted with a chuckle, throwing an ace with her bare toes:
  "But the enemy's technology is weaker than ours. Besides, the enemy is brave but stupid. We are both brave and smart."
  Maria noted with a chuckle, slashing at the enemy with deadly force, literally mowing him down - even if only in her thoughts:
  - The battle is tough, but we really won"t give up!
  Olympiada logically and judiciously noted:
  "It's all just talk and demagoguery. It would be really good to capture the main infectious microbe. Then the war would end!"
  Marusya doubted, throwing down the card:
  "That's unlikely. His circle there is no better. The fight against coronavirus will be long and hard."
  Matryona added with a sigh:
  - Until common sense prevails among everyone!
  Alenka nodded in agreement:
  "We can only rely on common sense. You can't kill all the coronaviruses because there are too many of them. And the war could drag on for a long time."
  And the girls laughed sadly.
  Yes, we have gotten ourselves into a war with an empire of enormous infectious power.
  But in the sky, the female pilots are fighting desperately. Take, for example, Alvina, Albina, and Helga. The girls are battling coronavirus-infected aircraft in the sky.
  And it's made of plywood there.
  Or they fire at ground targets.
  Alvina took it upon herself to shoot down the coronavirus plane out of the sky with her bare toes and squealed:
  - This will be my victory!
  Albina cut off the Empire's Coronavirus fighter, deftly stunned it, scythed it with her bare toes, and yelped:
  - For our Fatherland!
  Helga hit the coronavirus tank and cooed:
  - Where there is communism, there is our Fatherland!
  These are warriors who are a real hurricane and phenomenal cosmic force, and destruction.
  And together there is creation.
  Albina is destroying the planes of the Coronavirus Empire. They are far inferior to the Soviet ones, many of them homemade. But the Coronavirus Empire is trying to win through numbers.
  And it puts pressure on very seriously.
  But girls are really knocking down coronaviruses. And they do it with extreme precision. As if they were monsters.
  Alvina also knocks down coronaviruses with her bare toes and sings:
  - Communism is not just an idea,
  I'm speechless with happiness, girls!
  And the warrior is once again pounding the planes of the coronavirus empire with lethal force.
  And then it moves on to ground targets.
  Indeed, contact with coronaviruses is dangerous. It's both a powerful and infectious empire with a huge population.
  They have a lot of infantry and they throw it into battle. Women, it must be said, in the USSR
  GDR combat.
  But how strong the enemy is in numbers.
  Helga, fighting the enemy and accurately striking the coronavirus enemies, noted:
  - I am a girl who is a real dream and beauty for everyone.
  And again he will knock down the enemy using the bare toes of his graceful feet.
  Now this is a specific girl, let's say.
  No, enemies can't cope with such beauties.
  Elizabeth fights coronaviruses in a tank.
  And it's not easy for her. But she wins and knocks down her enemies.
  And roars at the top of his lungs:
  - Glory to the times of communism in the USSR!
  Ekaterina, also firing, logically noted:
  - We will have victory!
  Elena also hit the enemy, pierced the coronavirus tank, and yelped:
  - I am a super beauty!
  Euphrosyne also took aim at coronaviruses and squealed:
  - For our Motherland!
  So this foursome-the four E's-took on the enemies of the Third Reich-Coronavirus. And off they went, destroying the coronaviruses.
  Against such girls, coronaviruses, even with their wild
  in numbers - weak.
  Elizabeth was an extremely feisty and aggressive girl. And she loved men, especially when they were handsome and fair-haired.
  Elizabeth sang, shooting her bare toes at the enemy:
  - For the Fatherland and victory to the end!
  Elena, firing at the coronaviruses and cutting them down like sandpaper, squeaked:
  - For communism!
  And the girl used her bare toes.
  Ekaterina, while writing about coronaviruses, came up with this:
  - For the Fatherland!
  And he will also put his bare toes into action.
  Euphrosyne also beats the enemy with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For ideological communism!
  What a quartet they are. How they crush and destroy their enemies. Not girls, but generals. And they knock out the enemies so much that it's terrifying.
  These are girls of the highest flight and aerobatics.
  Elizabeth noted with a chuckle:
  - Our abilities are very great!
  Yes, these are girls on land... And here they are in the sky.
  Anastasia Vedmakova shoots down a coronavirus plane with her bare toes. And squeals:
  - For great ideas!
  Here's Akulina Orlova, striking a blow against coronavirus with her bare toes, and squealing:
  - For communism throughout the world!
  And Mirabella Magnetic is pounding the troops of the infectious coronavirus empire and squealing:
  - Glory to our Fatherland!
  These female pilots are simply delightful and superb. They have so much beauty and wonder about them. All over the world, these girls were at the top of their game and became legends.
  And in the Coronavirus Empire, they were revered as Valkyries and high bounties were placed on their heads.
  Anastasia Vedmakova covered the coronavirus tank from the air and cooed:
  - Glory to the invincible USSR!
  Akulina Orlova fired from her position at the coronavirus infantry and muttered:
  - Glory to our great Motherland!
  Mirabella Magnetic, pounding the countless enemy army of the coronavirus infectious empire, roared:
  - Glory to the CPSU!
  Anastasia Vedmaka, having shot down another coronavirus plane, squealed:
  - CPSU - SS!
  Akulina angrily remarked, shouting at Mirabella:
  - Don't you dare joke like that!
  And the girl struck a large wooden tank of coronaviruses.
  Anastasia Vedmakova giggled and replied:
  - It's a joke, just a joke!
  Mirabella hit the coronavirus car with her bare heel and squealed:
  - You can't joke with communism!
  These are the girls who have already received gold stars of the Hero of the USSR for their war against the Coronavirus empire. These are the kind of fighting girls they are.
  And Gerda from the GDR is also fighting with her crew.
  These girls are just super cool!
  Gerda shoots at the enemy with her bare toes and squeaks:
  - For the Fatherland!
  Charlotte also fires at coronaviruses and squeals:
  - For our Motherland!
  And he also burns, using his bare toes.
  Kristina also hits the coronavirus with her bare toes and squeals:
  - For Rus' and the era of communism!
  Magda hits the coronaviruses, chops them down, and screams at the top of her lungs:
  - For the Fatherland from edge to edge!
  These are the girls on the tank. And this is their aggression and full strength, and the greatness of fighters.
  These are beautiful girls...
  How do female warriors from Japan fight?
  The blue ninja girl will take the windmill with her swords and chop off the heads of coronaviruses. And then she will launch it with her bare toes.
  poisonous needles that will pierce a lot of coronaviruses.
  After which he will sing:
  - For the glory of our Japan!
  A yellow ninja girl chops off the heads of coronavirus soldiers, and at the same time throws peas of destruction with her bare toes and squeals:
  - In the name of the Motherland!
  A red ninja girl cuts coronaviruses into pieces with swords and screams:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  A white ninja girl chops off the heads of the troops of the coronavirus-infected empire, cuts them apart and screams:
  - For the greatest communism of Japan!
  And again he will throw with his bare toes the murderous peas of death.
  These are girls... And of course, they're in bikinis. And they fight like that. And if they spit, it's a complete disaster.
  The blue ninja girl squealed as she chopped off coronavirus heads:
  - We are warriors - ultra and super!
  And with his bare heel he throws a homemade explosive device. And it causes so much destruction.
  These girls are simply hyper!
  And here are Jane Armstrong fighting.
  A beautiful girl easily hacks coronaviruses from a tank.
  And it does this with great aggressive force.
  Jane says with pleasure:
  - Glory to communism!
  And again he shoots at coronaviruses.
  And Gertrude fired, and quite accurately. After which she gurgled:
  - Glory to communism!
  And, of course, I also used my bare toes.
  And so the girl Malanya went and hit.
  And she did it with extreme precision. She pierced her opponent and squealed:
  - For the USSR!
  And I also used my bare toes.
  And this is how Monica hit it. And she did it with extreme precision, too. She smashed the coronavirus machine and muttered:
  - For the great ideas of peace!
  These are the girls - the highest level of aerobatics in the universe.
  Jane, though she did press down with her bare heel, noted:
  - Well, regarding the universe, this is already too much!
  Gertrude noted with a chuckle:
  - Gerda's team is no worse than ours!
  And again he will take and shoot at the enemy with his bare foot.
  Malanya, hitting the enemies with great accuracy, noted:
  - For a great Russia!
  Monica, mowing down coronaviruses with colossal speed, yelped:
  - For great Britain too!
  Jane agreed:
  - Britain is a great country and we will get all our colonies back!
  Gertrude squeaked with a laugh and, pressing her bare toes on the buttons:
  - Forward for the Fatherland!
  Malanya also tapped her bare toes and cooed:
  - For Great Britain!
  Monica will also take a swipe at coronaviruses and yelp:
  - For the best army in the world, England!
  These girls are simply top-notch tank pilots.
  These are allies...
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova are also fighting coronaviruses. These immortal children have come to the aid of the USSR, as there are too many coronaviruses.
  And they should be thinned out at least a little. Especially since there are more men than women in the coronavirus empire. And killing them is morally easy.
  Oleg Rybachenko used his swords to cut off coronaviruses and their heads, then chirped:
  - Glory to the times of communism!
  And with his bare toes the boy launches something deadly against the coronavirus.
  Margarita Korshunova also took a swipe at coronaviruses, cutting them down like a sickle, and cooed:
  - Glory to the Motherland!
  And with her bare toes she threw peas with explosives.
  And tore apart a mass of coronavirus soldiers.
  After which, the immortal children will suddenly start whistling loudly. And a mass of stunned crows will rain down on the heads of the coronavirus soldiers, piercing them.
  And it makes a strong impression.
  These guys are super and ultra class!
  Oleg Rybachenko, the eternal coronavirus boy, squeaked again:
  -For great communism!
  And with bare toes the immortal child will launch destruction.
  Margarita Korshunova slashed at the coronaviruses again, dissected them, and with her bare toes, gave them a death gift and yelped:
  - For our Fatherland!
  And now the children are whistling again and a mass of crows, suffering from heart attacks, are descending on the heads of the coronavirus fighters.
  Coronaviruses are certainly very brave. But their leadership, led by old Mighty Bacillus, has clearly lost its mind.
  So the warriors of the infectious coronavirus empire are desperately pushing forward.
  And in the captured territories they commit savage cruelty.
  In particular, they hoisted the captured Komsomol member onto the rack and began to stretch her. They shackled the girl's bare feet in stocks and hung weights on them. And then they began
  burn her heels with a hot iron. And then they flogged the girl with a whip, then beat her with barbed, hot wire. And it was so painful. And then the beauty
  They took and broke the toes on her bare feet. And then they burned her chest with torches, and tore out the girl's nostrils with red-hot pliers. And as soon as the coronaviruses over the Komsomol member
  They didn't mock her, torturing her to death.
  And the torture continued. In the captured villages, everyone, both children and adults, were beaten with sticks on their bare heels. Children were beaten with sticks on their bare heels, especially
  cruel. And there was not an ounce of mercy in it.
  All kinds of torture were used.
  Tamara is also fighting coronaviruses...
  Also a combat class warrior.
  And more and more missiles are falling on the coronaviruses like a real tidal wave.
  Tamara and Dominika aim launchers at coronaviruses.
  And they press the buttons with their bare toes.
  And Dominica even used a scarlet nipple.
  And she chirped, baring her teeth:
  - I am a super girl!
  Viola and Aurora also shoot coronaviruses from launchers.
  And they do it with great precision, singing all the while:
  - Long live our communism, long live it!
  We will destroy fascism!
  Viola, pressing the joystick button with her scarlet nipple, sent a missile towards the coronaviruses, remarked:
  - We are fighting coronaviruses, and they are communists!
  Aurora responded with a chuckle, sending blasts of lightning at her opponent with her bare heel:
  - Perverted communism, worse than perverted fascism!
  Viola laughed, threw the gift of death at the enemy again with her bare toes and noted:
  - There is no such thing as fascism that is not perverted! It is perversion itself!
  Aurora, having sent a gift of a scarlet nipple to the enemy, noted:
  - Communism can be quite perverted! Even under Stalin, many unnecessary people were exterminated and killed!
  Viola, in response, sent another rocket at the coronaviruses and sang:
  In a difficult time, he inspired us,
  Having strengthened the will, they became...
  He saved the world from the plague -
  Dear comrade Stalin!
  
  In many images measured,
  In the infinite universe...
  You have opened the right path for us -
  Pointing it out forever!
  These are girls with bare, tanned legs.
  Alenka, shooting at coronaviruses and shaking her breasts with scarlet nipples, noted:
  - Communism will be!
  And with her bare toes she threw a very deadly gift of death.
  Anyuta gave a turn to the coronaviruses, mowed them down, and cooed:
  - To the great victories of the girls!
  And with a scarlet nipple he presses like a bazooka button.
  These girls are just great.
  And coronaviruses are being mowed down with great, if not overwhelming, enthusiasm.
  Red-haired Alla, smashing the coronaviruses, yelped:
  - For the Fatherland and our mother!
  And how he will throw a lethal gift of annihilation at the enemy with his bare toes.
  And then Maria will strike, also using her bare toes. And she will tear apart a mass of coronaviruses.
  After which he coos:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  The Olympics, shooting at coronaviruses, cheerfully and cheerfully noted:
  - For the new leader of the communists!
  And the girl again threw with her bare toes a deadly gift of death and destruction.
  CHAPTER No 14.
  Alexander Rybachenko also wrote during breaks between thefts.
  The fire spread throughout the entire GUM department store. Fagot and Begemot were thrown into the air. Some people and vendors suffered burns. Sirens blared, and fire trucks, those red ones with hoses, pulled up. Water poured onto the raging flames. A strong wind blew, and the fire spread.
  Gella flew up to Fagot and Behemoth. The naked, beautiful, tanned girl, with fiery red hair, remarked:
  - Russia already had serious financial difficulties in the nineties, and you are making them worse.
  The hippopotamus snorted contemptuously:
  - Moscow is like a fat chicken that wouldn"t hurt to pluck!
  Fagot agreed:
  - We should pay a visit to Mayor Luzhkov too! He steals too much!
  Gella giggled and noted:
  - Who doesn't steal? Although, this mayor really thinks too highly of himself!
  The hippopotamus chuckled and noted:
  A bucket of slop on your head will quickly teach you how to stop being so arrogant! Or maybe we should just take the mayor and throw him in the latrine!
  Fagot noted with a grin:
  - We'll do it! But for now... Look!
  Two luxury cars collided and caught fire. The flames were blue and orange!
  Gella concluded:
  Although it is difficult for us to make a choice, believe me,
  And our choice will not solve all the problems...
  But Yeltsin's promises are reliable -
  As reliable as MMM tickets!
  Azazello also appeared. He stamped the air with his diamond-studded boot. And three luxury cars immediately flipped over.
  The red-haired devil, or rather the demon (meaning the commander of the devils!) sang with fury:
  The new Russian will burn in hell forever,
  New Russian, a bandit is not a man!
  The new Russian is just mafia!
  It turns out to be pornography!
  Behemoth noted with a chuckle:
  - We're doing a good job! Look how we got into a real mess!
  Fagot, fluttering in the air, nodded:
  Russia at the end of the twentieth century,
  No industry, no trade...
  People were robbed by Gaidar,
  World history - Imperial Bank!
  Gella spun around and sang:
  In Moscow, houses are ablaze and burning,
  A cruel tyrant is devastating Rus'...
  But the Russian warrior will cast the devil down to hell,
  And the sun's ray of freedom will shine!
  And with her bare foot, she sent out fiery pulsars. They crashed into the police cars and literally tore them apart. Debris flew in all directions. And the scalded pharaohs began to scatter. Now that was amazing.
  The hippopotamus cried out, spinning in the air and knocking the crow with its tail. The crow flew off and exploded, shattering into tiny fragments. The fragments fell like ice.
  The demons swirled in the air. The adults didn't see them. But the children noticed and started pointing and laughing.
  One boy laughed and exclaimed:
  - And auntie is naked!
  Another older boy noted:
  - Good aunt, beautiful and red-haired!
  Gella noted:
  - Let's bring Margarita here - let's have fun together!
  The hippopotamus nodded:
  - It's possible! She's bored in the pretrial detention center too! But for us, walls are no obstacle!
  And they, together with Azazel, collided heads and cast a spell.
  And then Margarita appeared in the air, completely naked, and golden-haired.
  The beautiful girl spun around. Gella flew up to her and kissed her on the lips, noting:
  - Amazingly good!
  The honey blonde girl exclaimed:
  And I fly high,
  Soaring over the rooftops freely and easily!
  And only the stars circle in the sky above me!
  And only the stars circle in the sky above me!
  And only music understands me, I alone!
  Gella noted:
  - Concentrate and release a fiery clot of magoplasm from your bare toes!
  Margarita doubted:
  - Will I succeed?
  The hippopotamus exclaimed, wagging its tail:
  - Believe me, and I'll open the door for you! After all, the devil is with us, which means happiness awaits!
  The blonde girl snapped her bare toes. A pulsar flew out, arced, and hit the new Russian's car. The luxurious Cadillac bounced and turned into a chocolate donut. And the businessman and his young wife, covered in cream, flew out of the confection.
  The bassoon sang jokingly:
  His Excellency,
  He loved poultry...
  And took under his wing,
  Pretty girls!
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - I managed to do magic!
  Behemoth noted:
  - A Cadillac turned into a big donut? You must be hungry!
  The blonde girl noted:
  - They forgot to feed me in prison! Okay, give me some more...
  And Margarita released the pulsar, and it crashed into the Ford. This time, a large, honey-colored gingerbread man emerged. The driver flew out and started cursing. The children, especially the boys, whistled and pointed.
  Gella noted with a smile:
  - It's indecent to swear in front of children!
  And disgusting, bearded toads began jumping out of the driver's mouth. The boys and girls began to run away in fear.
  Margarita winced and replied:
  - No, it's so disgusting! I want it differently!
  And she snapped her bare toes. Instead of toads, brightly wrapped candies began flying out of the driver's mouth, as she continued cursing. And the children began snatching them up. There were all kinds of boys and girls, barefoot and shod, poor and rich. But everyone was trying to grab the candies, and a fight ensued.
  Margarita sang indignantly:
  All people on the big 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!
  Suddenly, another girl appeared. Practically naked, but wearing a crown that sparkled like stars. Her skin was chocolate brown, almost black, and her lips and nipples were bright red. She was very muscular, athletically built, and could only be called beautiful if her gaze was very predatory.
  The hippopotamus exclaimed:
  - And here comes the Goddess Kali, arriving at the Sabbath! What could be more fun!
  The Black Lady snapped her bare toes. And snow began to fall from above. Or rather, icicles began to fall. And this was in May. Which, incidentally, sometimes happens without magic.
  Margarita spun around in response; she's so beautiful naked. She stepped barefoot against barefoot. And the ice floes falling from the sky began to transform into chocolates, gummies, and lollipops, some of them beautifully shaped.
  Kali was taken aback with surprise:
  - Who is this?
  Gella answered with a smile:
  - This is Queen Margot!
  The goddess smirked, noting:
  - She has strange magic! But very powerful!
  Behemoth noted:
  Anyone who is human is born a warrior...
  So it happened that the gorilla took the stone,
  When the enemies are legion without count,
  And in the heart a flame blazes hotly!
  Kali cried out, stomping her bare heel in the air so hard that sparks flew:
  - No man can compare with the Goddess!
  Azazello remarked with a grin:
  - Don't be arrogant! Messire made you a goddess!
  Gella added:
  - And the Prince of Darkness can deprive me of this status and transfer it to me, for example!
  The goddess Kali suddenly softened and burst out:
  - Can you do this, Queen Margot?
  And she took it and released lightning from her ruby nipple. It flew past and struck a couple of cars, scattering them into pieces.
  Margarita frowned and noted:
  - I'll try now!
  Gella flew up to her and exclaimed:
  - And I, queen, will help you!
  And she leaned over and kissed the beautiful blonde on her scarlet nipples, which looked like overripe strawberries.
  Margarita cooed:
  - How nice!
  The vampire girl squeaked:
  - Come on, let's do it!
  And the blonde girl went and slammed it, and her ruby, faceted nipples. And where the lightning struck, in this case, the fire truck, a magnificent, enormous cream cake appeared. And so elegant, with roses, fish, and butterflies of various colors and covered in creamy gold leaf.
  Numerous children screamed with delight. They stamped their feet, both in fashionable, expensive shoes and dusty, barefoot ones. Then they rushed to the cake to sample the delicious pieces. A fight and a crush even ensued. And the adults didn't give in, either. They also pounced on the cake and the candies, eager for the freebies. What a pandemonium ensued. It was, to put it mildly, wild.
  And the fight escalated.
  Kali exclaimed:
  - Look at these people! Admire them!
  The hippopotamus noticed the howl:
  - Ooooh! This sweet word "freebie"!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  To avoid problems,
  I'll buy myself some MMM tickets!
  Gella noted with a smile:
  - Mavrodi is a genius! When he gets to Hell, he'll get a cushy spot with the houris!
  Azazello chuckled and noted:
  "We have some fiery girls in hell! And I must say, there's something for every taste, even those with five nipples!"
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  "We've damaged so many cars here and set fire to a luxury store. Maybe we can do something useful!"
  The hippopotamus objected:
  Who helps people,
  He's wasting his time...
  With good deeds,
  You can't become famous!
  Gella confirmed:
  - That's exactly it: Genghis Khan, Tamerlane, Napoleon, Alexander the Great, Hitler, Stalin wrote their names into history with blood!
  Goddess Kali giggled and remarked:
  "But Boris Yeltsin turned out to be weak with blood. He only fought one war, against Chechnya, and even that he managed to lose!"
  Gella snapped her bare toes. A piece of ice fell from the sky.
  But Margarita intercepted it with a beam of energy from her scarlet nipple. And so she turned into a giant ball of cotton candy. And the children pounced on her. And the adults began to push them away. The police ran up to the cake, and a pandemonium ensued.
  Fagot noted, managing to wink and emitting a bright bolt of lightning:
  - But his successor will be so bloody... Especially for his own army!
  Margarita asked with a smile:
  - Will Vladimir Zhirinovsky become the president of Russia?
  The hippopotamus chuckled and noted:
  - He will, but not Zhirinovsky, a different Vladimir! He's also aggressive beyond measure, despite his outward calm, although not always!
  The blonde girl chirped:
  - Yes, that other one was Ilyich, and Uncle Vova had nothing to do with it!
  Goddess Kali nodded with a smile:
  "But I still don't think he'll be able to surpass Hitler. Unless he uses nuclear weapons. Without a nuclear weapon, life wouldn't be enough to surpass the German Fuhrer in terms of bloodshed!"
  Fagot noted with a grin:
  Is it worth setting bad records? Especially bloody ones?
  Azazello noted:
  - Maybe we should hit each other some more, brothers and sisters? Just with lightning bolts and with all our hearts!
  A thunderous voice was heard:
  - Enough! The limit of miracles has been exhausted for today! We shouldn't tease the Heavens or change the laws of nature. Come on, guys, let's get to the quiet pool!
  Margarita said with a sigh:
  - I don't want to go back to prison!
  The Great Lord of Hell replied:
  "Unfortunately, my dear daughter, you must go through this! You never had a master, so you must seek new frontiers. And find true love!"
  The blonde girl growled:
  -There can only be lesbians in a women's prison!
  The hippopotamus objected:
  - What about the security, the service staff, or the investigators? Maybe romantic love awaits you!
  Azazello turned around and said:
  - The Lord's word is law! Now let's pack up!
  And the demons' bet shattered, and Margarita returned to the cramped cell where she awaited her fate. It was rather boring. But Gella reappeared and handed her a laptop, turning on a movie. The vampire girl replied:
  - You will see films that have not yet been made on Earth and will not be made, but will be played in Hell!
  Margarita noted:
  - This is cool!
  Gella laughed and exclaimed:
  - Yes, this is really trash!
  And she made the laptop screen bigger. Margarita began to enjoy watching movies even more.
  Tsarist Russia was a powerful and prosperous country. The 1890s and 1900s were particularly successful. Rapid economic growth, the construction of the Trans-Siberian Railway, a multitude of factories, plants, railways, and highways, the development of telephone and telegraph communications, and numerous scientific discoveries, including radio, undoubtedly elevated Russia to the ranks of the world's leading powers. The country ranked fourth in overall economic performance, while it ranked first in oil, gold, and, in good years, wheat production. Most importantly, it had excellent prospects: the population grew by almost two percent annually, literacy was rising, and in terms of literature published, Russia was second only to Germany, and only because Germany primarily exported books. The tragedy of this resource-rich country was that a weak and weak-willed tsar, uninspired by any particular talent, ascended to the throne-incorrectly nicknamed "Bloody." From the very beginning of his reign, he was dogged by failure. The coronation resulted in a stampede and massive bloodshed, with thousands of people dying. From the very beginning, a curse hung over his reign: his wife was infected with the hemophilia virus and could not produce a healthy male offspring. Before Rasputin even existed, the court was already mired in filth and corruption. Officials stole millions, brazenly and profusely. And the tsar and the police turned a blind eye; no one cared. Many positions at court and in the army were given to incompetents and unscrupulous careerists. It's no surprise that, with such an emperor and entourage, Russia lost the war to Japan, which was far weaker militarily and economically, then still a minor power. It should be noted that the previous tsar, Alexander the Peacemaker, was also characterized by his contemporaries as having below-average intelligence, below-average education, and below-average abilities. Furthermore, he abused alcohol, being an inveterate drunkard and rowdy. Now the new special forces unit had to clean out these Augean stables. Galina Trubetskaya and Andrei Skobelev were among the first to be brought in, but at least several more candidates were needed, including for the position of prime minister-a crucial one under such a weak tsar-and for minister of internal affairs. This required extreme toughness and wisdom, both to nip revolutionary sentiments in the bud and to prevent the massacre of valuable cadres, as many revolutionaries were honest and capable. One of them, Andrei Kulibin, became famous in particular for inventing a rocket similar to the German V-2, which in real history would only appear fifty years later. Lenin's older brother, Alexander Ulyanov, was also a very capable man, far more talented than the world-famous younger Volodya. Through skillful propaganda, it was necessary to win over some of the disaffected intellectual elite. The most suitable candidate to replace the limited Plehve was the chronoagent, a nobleman by cover, Artem Zubrov. As a general in a special task force and deputy chief of staff for psychological warfare, he had studied Russian history in detail and developed his own strategy for strengthening the state. Among other things, he possessed outstanding oratorical skills and hypnotic suggestion. He should have been recommended for such an important post, having first secured expanded powers from the Tsar. However, the minister's most important task was to combat the rapidly growing embezzlement of public funds. This seemed beyond the capabilities of a common man. But Artem was no mere mortal; his flesh had been enhanced by bioengineering, and his abilities sharpened. Galina Trubetskaya, thanks to her intelligence and indescribable charm, managed to infiltrate the Empress's retinue, becoming one of her ladies-in-waiting. Her noble birth and outstanding abilities-the real Trubetskaya was "interned"-allowed her to expect a promising career. In fact, many personalities were replaced, including the German traitor Fock, who was involved in the surrender of Port Arthur, and several high-ranking officials, generals, and nobles. For some, this was a springboard to a decisive rise to power. The secret headquarters developed Operation Greatness of Russia, where every cog was to serve the common goal of uniting humanity, in this case under an autocratic monarchy. However, this required a series of small steps.
  A lavish trimonthly ball was being held in the Winter Palace. All the highest nobility of St. Petersburg had arrived, including princes, barons, counts, renowned artists, and even the Tsar himself, who had promised to honor them with his presence. Artem Zubov, newly elevated to the rank of prince, and Galina Trubetskaya, the Empress's lady-in-waiting, danced together, performing a graceful foreign dance. Artem saw the Winter Palace from the inside for the first time, and he was genuinely captivated by the beauty and grace of this ancient architectural masterpiece. Although it seemed difficult to surprise a 30th-century man who had flown from one end of the galaxy to the other, the white, emerald, and turquoise staircases with their intricately carved gilded railings, graceful statues, enormous mirrors, and colorful oil portraits by the finest artists on planet Earth were impressive.
  "How skilled the Russian people are, what delicate work." Artyom was perhaps surprised. Galina was more composed.
  "Of course, this people is talented; it's no wonder we ultimately conquered the world. But how high is the percentage of illiteracy in this society?"
  "Well, we must fix that. Only a literate people can be truly great."
  - I agree, but there is a problem that worries me.
  "There are many such problems." Galina paused, the melody began again, and the dance changed.
  -What exactly are you interested in?
  Andrei Kulibin. At a young age, he managed to develop a fundamentally new rocket design. He's a brilliant inventor. If he can be saved, he could be of great benefit to Russia.
  -Well, that's as clear as day. But the problem is, he's already been executed.
  "Well, that's exactly what we can fix. We'll travel back in time and rescue a brilliant inventor from trouble."
  Artem thought, continuing to move mechanically.
  -How can we bail him out? Alexander III is unlikely to sign a pardon.
  Galina straightened her curl.
  "Don't we have any other options? Specifically, we could kidnap him from his cell and then create other documents."
  -We need to think about this.
  -What is there to think about? The main thing is to act.
  Artem glanced at his wristwatch; it wasn't particularly fashionable yet, people preferred those on chains, but it was indispensable for communication between members of a single team.
  - Well, if the high command allows it, I will do everything in my power to save the student.
  "We need to take the initiative ourselves. However, I'm sure the higher-ups will sanction it."
  "I think so too. But there's another, no less important problem: you must introduce me to the Tsar."
  "To Saint Nicholas? Of course, I will. I've already recommended you to the Empress; she will intercede on your behalf, and the Tsar is very susceptible to her influence."
  "It's bad for the ruler, but..." Artem raised a finger. "Good for us."
  The orchestra changed parts. The decent acoustics allowed one to enjoy the music despite the lack of amplification. And everything felt somehow unfamiliar; even the melody sounded different. Galina's ball gown was modestly luxurious, only lightly dusted with emeralds and diamonds. They reflected in the light of the enormous chandeliers, taking on a seemingly fairytale hue. The Marseillaise began to play, and the herald's voice, amplified through a tube, announced.
  - His Majesty Nicholas II, Sovereign of All Rus' and his most serene spouse.
  The Emperor's appearance was met with applause; his subjects were quite servile, yet showed little obedience. The Tsar was still young, and the weak, childish expression on his face made him seem younger than his years. The Empress, by contrast, was majestic-her movements fluid, her height slightly taller than Nicholas. Looking at the pair, it was immediately clear who was the head of the household. The courtiers bowed low, smiling ingratiatingly, and the Tsar nodded affably in response.
  "Here you see the autocrat in whom all the power and hope of Russia is concentrated," Artem said ironically.
  -Nevertheless, respect him. He is your king, and you will have to work with him for many years.
  "Of course, I have to respect him, but a weak monarch is a tragedy for a country. On the other hand, take France, for example: King Louis XIII was a mediocre ruler, but Richelieu was at his side. Who among our people could play such a role?"
  - I don"t know yet, but it will probably be the best of the best, they"ll send it from the center soon.
  -I hope he won't disappoint us.
  Dancing with such a fragile yet strong, trained and muscular woman is simply divine. But Galina abandons her cavalier-the Tsar himself has proposed to her at the ball. She takes the Tsar by his delicate, almost feminine hand and begins to twirl. The Emperor is delighted, and yet there's not an ounce of coquetry in the lady-in-waiting's movements.
  The famous actress, Ala Krinok, took the stage. The prima donna sang, her voice strong and loud, quite pleasant. The messengers from the future listened for a while, and then continued their conversation.
  - War with Japan is historically inevitable; the Land of the Rising Sun must be reined in and neutralized.
  "That's understandable, but I have another idea." Artem scratched his head. "Why don't we, with such impressive capabilities, pit Japan against the US and England?"
  "Not a bad idea, but the high command wants revenge for the defeat in real history. Besides, it's a secret, but I heard they'll try to pit Britain and America against each other in the future. The plans are grandiose, but first they need a testing ground to test the new weapons."
  Beautiful girls hastily collected flowers grown in greenhouses into fresh bouquets.
  Galina and Artem also received gifts. Everyone was having a good time. The nobles preferred to talk politics and discussed the latest Chinese campaign. The idea of creating a Yellow Russia was quite appealing, especially since Manchuria was rich in natural and mineral resources, and the manufacturers were confidently counting their profits.
  The construction of a Chinese railway was also planned, linking Port Arthur with central Russia. Another tempting idea was the deportation of slant-eyed peasants to Siberia. Cheap labor promised enormous profits.
  "We need to think about developing oil in Siberia," Artem remarked. "Chinese workers would be a great help in developing its reserves."
  "For now, we have more than enough firewater from the Caucasus. The main thing is to convince the Tsar to nationalize this priceless treasure and focus on domestic investment. However, foreign capital shouldn't be cut off either."
  "It's not worth it yet, but we need to proceed cautiously, protecting our own strategic interests. Furthermore, we need to rapidly revive, or rather, create, heavy industry. What we have now is clearly insufficient."
  -We need to create labor camps to build factories. We can use Chinese workers; they are resilient, hardworking, and most importantly, there are a lot of them.
  CHAPTER No 15.
  The Tsar was conversing with his ministers. Artem's hypersensitive ear caught every word. Nothing of substance-talk about the weather, fashion, dogs, but never about matters of state. The frivolous Tsar, Minister of the Interior Plehve, smiled stupidly and winked constantly at his wife.
  "I've long wanted to see your dog, this charming lapdog," said Nikolai.
  "This is possible, Your Majesty." The minister snapped his fingers, smacking his tongue.
  A small dog ran out onto the carpet. The Tsar extended his hand, and it licked it. Nicholas grimaced in disgust and wiped his palm with a cambric handkerchief soaked in cologne.
  "What a delightful little dog, what a fluffy tail he has!" The Emperor began twirling the little dog's tail. The little dog whined and began squealing. A tragicomic spectacle. Nicholas was performing the "hairdresser's" task, cutting her locks with his fingers, then froze, moving his lips, probably recalling poetic romances.
  -What's wrong with him?
  "The Emperor composes poetry, isn't he?" Galina was cheerful. "Don't His Majesty have the right to relax?"
  "He's the only one who can relax, and he never strains himself. He turned his life into one of pure pleasure, but he didn't even bother solving the personnel problem. It wasn't for nothing that the great Stalin said that personnel decides everything."
  "He truly was one of the best, perhaps even the best, rulers of Russia. Perhaps it really would have been more rational to help Stalin than to rescue this little tsar."
  Despite Stalin's wisdom and foresight, his reign was too bloody, as was the revolution itself. We will try to minimize the harmful consequences of the Bolshevik coup.
  Galina gave a charming smile.
  Why harmful? The revolution was objectively progressive. So many people received an education, illiteracy was eradicated, as was the famine that periodically ravaged the provinces. Under Stalin, a powerful heavy industry was created, and despite the dire consequences of World War II, the country became second in the world in overall industrial production, behind only the United States. I believe that if Stalin hadn't died so early, we would have been first and crushed America much sooner.
  Russia was lucky to have such an outstanding leader as Stalin, who defeated the USA and China, but Stalin, who had already conquered the Celestial Empire, would have done it with less bloodshed.
  He was a remarkable leader, but his only flaw was that he couldn't win without heavy losses. It's no wonder he coined the phrase, "The art of war demands the most sacrifices."
  -These are the words of Staltigr.
  -He often quoted Stalin.
  Of course, he came to power under Stalin's slogans of restoring order, when the brazen oligarchs were tearing Russia apart. After all, Staltigr isn't his real name, but a pseudonym taken in Stalin's honor.
  -Steel tiger, and the real surname also sounds loud - Volkov.
  Stalin is also a pseudonym; his real surname is Dzhugashvili, although recent research, including genetic studies, has established that he is Russian on his father's side. He is the son of the nobleman and polar explorer Przhevalsky.
  Of course, Russians are a nation of leaders and teachers. Ruling the world and the universe is no easy task, and our people made the sacrifice, taking upon themselves the heavy burden of responsibility for the fate of the universe.
  A bugle blared, and gypsy women dressed in gold and diamonds appeared on the platform, which was immediately cleared. They danced, beat tambourines, and jumped up and down. Their musicality was delightful, and their voices were so clear. The Tsar smiled graciously, then called over a servant with a thick bag and, taking out hefty imperial coins, began tossing them to the gypsies. They laughed and caught the coins in mid-air. Confetti cut from gold and silver paper rained down from above. A tray of two-hundred-year-old French cognac was brought to the Tsar.
  "Drink to the bottom! Drink to the bottom!" the gypsies began to wail. The Emperor filled the crystal goblet to the brim.
  "For the faith!" the monarch said, tipping the container back inside.
  "For the Tsar!" the courtiers echoed.
  "Now is the time to remember the poor," said Tsar Nicholas. "Let us give them alms, so that the hand of the giver may not grow empty."
  "That's the monarch's first sensible phrase. But when will I be presented to the Emperor?"
  "Be patient, I'll introduce you to the empress first. It's best to start with a strong link."
  There was nothing particularly intelligent in Alexandra's actions. Rasputin alone is worth something.
  -But he is not here now, and besides, the heir has not yet been born.
  -What are we going to do with Tsarevich Alexei? Do we not let him be born or do we treat him?
  "He has a bad genetic background, so radical solutions are needed. But we haven't received the necessary instructions from the center."
  - I think that they will be soon, in any case, it is impossible to ignore such an important problem.
  The Emperor and his courtiers emerged onto a balcony specially built onto the Winter Palace. The crowd gathered in the square greeted the Tsar. Special money distributors with barrels reached out to the crowd. At a signal from His Majesty, money began to be thrown into the crowd. Among the beneficiaries were many children. Despite the cool autumn weather, most of the children were barefoot or wearing bast shoes, which were terribly ragged. They ran and squealed with delight, splashing in puddles. Even those who weren't particularly poor tried to look as pitiful as possible, hoping for more generous favors. When the coins clanged onto the pavement, spontaneous fights and brawls erupted. The police didn't intervene, only blew their whistles. It was already dark, and the streets were lit by gas jets and recently installed electric bulbs.
  "This is going to be interesting," Galina said, shaking Artem's hand.
  -Fireworks?
  -Yes!
  -What's especially special here, I've seen worse apocalypses.
  -But everything is ancient, natural fire without any lasers.
  -Let's see.
  Despite the colorful and varied pyrotechnics, the future Minister of the Interior wasn't particularly impressed. He'd witnessed far larger-scale effects, particularly within a few parsecs. And what about the grand celebration of the construction of Russia's second capital? Almost at the very center of the galaxy, at the intersection of trade routes, the city-planet of Holy Rossianda was erected. The event was celebrated with such a colossal fireworks display that it seemed as if all the stars had exploded. While that wasn't bad, a lamb and a tiger can't compete with each other; the difference in technology over a thousand years is no match for each other.
  - Still, it's decent for their level. They sparkle and glow, but the spirit level isn't right.
  "I like it." Galina noticed how one fair-haired, barefoot girl, quite pretty but terribly thin, couldn't seem to grab the handout; the more brazen boys kept pushing her away. The princess easily vaulted over the balcony and placed a tsarist chervonets coin in her hand.
  -What is your name, child?
  - Marfa Petrovna.
  -Pray for Russia.
  Several courtiers were amazed by her agility and dexterity. After stroking Marfa's head, she turned back, delivering a hard blow to the back of the head of an overly eager boy, who was pushing everyone aside and hiding his imperials behind his cheek. The blow sent him falling into a puddle, his bare, dirty heels comically kicking up.
  "Sorry, little brat, but you've had enough of charity. Leave it for the others." Then she easily leaped onto the balcony bas-relief. The nobles laughed, some applauded. Galina realized she'd made a mistake; she shouldn't have shown off her skills so boldly.
  - It's brave, but stupid. Now you've become too noticeable.
  - It's okay, they'll chat and forget.
  Artem was far more critical; long tongues could harm the main goal. Better to turn it into a joke.
  -Gentlemen, let's give the acrobat a round of applause.
  The nobles applauded. The Tsar himself approached the princess and kissed her hand.
  -Your agility is admirable. You are a wonderful gymnast.
  "Being a noblewoman is no excuse to be fat and clumsy. Even a woman should be a warrior."
  "Bravo, these are the words of a true Amazon. Let's drink to that." The Emperor handed Galina his glass. They clinked glasses and moistened their lips; the Princess took a sip. The cognac was superb, pleasantly warming and caressing her throat. The fireworks display lasted half an hour; this spectacle, beloved by Peter the Great, was to the liking of his supposed distant descendant. However, did the blood of the former great Romanovs flow in Nicholas II? Besides, it had been far too diluted with foreign, primarily German, semen. The ball continued, streamers fell from above, and helium-filled balloons swirled around the ceiling.
  -Everything here is very simple and casual.
  -Well, I wouldn't say that. I think it's time to introduce you to the empress.
  -I wish it would have happened a long time ago. I can't wait.
  Galina took Artem by the hand and led him to Alexandra. The queen greeted her very warmly.
  -Is this the glorious warrior who distinguished himself during the Chinese campaign?
  -My name is Artem Zubov, your majesty.
  - So, Artem. Where would you like to serve?
  -Where my service will bring the greatest benefit to the fatherland.
  "I don't think there's a better specialist for the position of Minister of Internal Affairs," Galina interjected.
  Alexandra eyed the dashing young man skeptically, with his luxuriant black mustache, broad, heroic shoulders, and high forehead. There was something Caucasian, aquiline, and desperately bold about his features. She liked him, but something about him unsettled her.
  -Isn't he too young for such a responsible position?
  He is no longer thirty-two years old, and his courage and honesty have become proverbial.
  - Well, I want to believe you and, nevertheless, I want to subject him to the final test.
  -What exam, your majesty?
  "He'll find out about it tonight," came the ambiguous answer.
  Artem was far from lewd thoughts, especially regarding a woman who had been canonized. However, he had been warned that Alexandra Feodorovna was not truly sinless. Peter the Great, too, was a womanizer, but by order of Staltigr, the Orthodox Church, for his exceptional service to the fatherland, enshrined him in the iconostasis. Perhaps, considering that Nicholas and Alexandra had ruined a great country, their canonization was not particularly appropriate. The ball dragged on, and the guests grew hungry, so they were led to a special banquet hall. Exotic dishes and exquisite wines awaited them there. Precious cutlery, wine glasses, a multitude of foreign fruits, imported by unknown means, mountains of black and red caviar in golden goblets, and other abundance, the typical Russian heaping of food. Alexandra seated the dazzling couple next to her at the sovereign's right hand. However, the vast majority of guests demonstrated culture and tried to eat little. Artyom, however, accustomed to a highly balanced synthetic diet, indulged his soul, greedily devouring the succulent and natural dishes. Eating oil fillet or a cutlet made from ammonia mined on Jupiter was one thing; juicy roast giraffe drizzled with mango juice was quite another. Or what could be better than sturgeon with an orange garnish and black caviar mixed with dates and pistachios? Swan, the royal bird, was also delicious, especially with pineapple. The chronologist, exhausted by long abstinence and asceticism, made a mistake - he overate, but his strong ostrich stomach held up. Galina ate with true aristocracy, smoothly and little by little. However, the Tsar was pleased with the healthy appetite of the future minister.
  How someone eats is a sign of honesty. If a person's conscience is clear, their appetite is good.
  Nikolai's remark, however, could have been a rebuke to those who were overly modest and didn't give the table its due. Then he turned to Artem.
  - You took part in the Chinese campaign. You had to shoot a lot, but it wasn't scary.
  Artem responded with dignity.
  "Any war involves bloodshed, sacrifice, and fighting. Of course, fear must be suppressed, the head must remain cool, and the heart warm."
  -Are the Chinese good warriors?
  They're quite brave, but they have little understanding of modern warfare, though they're cunning and resourceful. Generally, they recognize and respect strength.
  - And do you think about Japan?
  - I believe that in the coming years, a large-scale war between us is inevitable.
  The Tsar nodded, remembering how a fanatical samurai had nearly cut him down with a katana blow. Only the fact that he managed to catch the heir with his cane had saved him. And although the Japanese authorities were not involved, and the Mikado personally visited the heir in the hospital and expressed his sympathy, a deep-seated antipathy toward that country had been born in his heart. The Emperor liked to call the Japanese "yellow macaques," sometimes shocking those around him. But then, even he could understand; on cloudy days, the scar inflicted by the sword sometimes ached intensely.
  -Yes, the Japanese are like a predatory hyena, narrow-eyed samurai, ready to bite into the Russian bear as soon as they sense his weakness.
  "We need to strengthen our fleet and the fortress of Port Arthur. I believe we should prioritize more sophisticated weapons, establish a large ground force in Manchuria in advance, and rapidly complete the Trans-Siberian Railway, extending a branch to Port Arthur and then through Korea. In the near future, the Korean Peninsula, Mongolia, and Manchuria should become a Yellow Russia, with the prospect of further expansion into densely populated areas of China."
  -But there, Britain, and even our ally France, could stand in our way.
  "And we will undermine their power by raising an anti-British uprising. The more unrest there is in China, the better for us."
  Nicholas enjoyed such speeches. He often thought about his place in history. He wanted to be the equal of his idol, Peter the Great, and perhaps even surpass him. On the other hand, a major war terrified the naturally cowardly monarch. It was no coincidence that he proposed a plan for universal disarmament at a world conference attended by the world powers-Russia, the USA, Germany, Britain, France, Austria-Hungary, and the Ottoman Empire. But the leading powers rejected it and were currently building up their forces. The Tsar, too, was not idle; thanks to his efforts, new ships were built, primarily battleships, regiments were formed, communications and military factories were erected. However, he lacked fortitude; a hare's soul cannot be covered with a lion's skin. Therefore, preparing for battle, Nicholas prayed to God, "Let this cup pass from me."
  Artem knew this, he was a born soldier - considering war not only inevitable, but necessary and even beneficial for the nation.
  "We Russians must become a nation of warriors, where every Russian is capable of bearing arms and using them either to defend the fatherland or, if necessary, to conquer other worlds and spaces," Artem said with pathos.
  - Other worlds! Do you believe in that too? I confess, I read Wells's "War of the Worlds" and it impressed me.
  - Such wars in the future are quite possible, and it is much better if humanity is prepared for them.
  The king raised his eyebrows.
  - Do you believe that our intelligent brothers live on Mars?
  The monarch's question was unexpected. Should I answer-tell the truth, that it was a desert planet? Or should I avoid a direct answer?
  "It doesn't matter, Your Majesty. In the future, we will have to face enemies more than once, perhaps of a fundamentally different kind."
  -Like giant beetles?
  - There could be butterflies and caterpillars here, and even creatures with a non-protein structure made of radioactive elements.
  -Oh, it seems we are well-versed in science. What are these unusual terms?
  I'm not a professional, but I've read a few things. Radioactive elements emit invisible rays that cause ionization. Prolonged or intense exposure can be fatal.
  - I think powerful weapons can be created from radioactive elements.
  "But Nikolai is not so simple, he grasps things on the fly," thought Artem.
  "Of course we can, Your Majesty, but it's difficult. But, of course, we'll work on it."
  "The atomic bomb is too crude a weapon; it is better to use something more subtle, but no less effective."
  "I read a French writer, I can't remember his name, some very pretentious novel called 'The Flag of the Fatherland.' He invented such powerful projectiles that a single charge could destroy a fort or sink a squadron."
  - Engineer Tom Rock's weapon in the novel by the genius Jules Verne. It's not that simple, and if it were so easy to produce shells, such a country would conquer the world.
  Artem silently thought that such power could only be achieved by harnessing the force of intra-atomic attraction. In principle, similar subatomic and, most importantly, environmentally friendly projectiles could be recreated in the future. But producing them under the conditions of Tsarist Russia was too difficult; it made sense to simplify the task, although high-tech production would eventually be recreated.
  "The whole world." Nikolai narrowed his eyes. "For me, it would be enough to make Russia the strongest and richest power on the planet. Personally, I'm not so power-hungry as to dream of world domination, like Napoleon or Genghis Khan. Besides, that would require spilling rivers of blood."
  "But then, Your Majesty, people on Earth will never kill each other again. Eternal peace and tranquility will reign, science and art will develop. Hunger and epidemics will end, people will learn to fly and conquer space. Even time and death will be at their mercy."
  "Even death." Nikolai sighed deeply. "If you only knew how much I wanted to resurrect my beloved grandfather Alexander."
  - I think this will become a reality. We are already working on it.
  Artem did indeed know that there was an ambitious project for the total resurrection of, first and foremost, the most prominent cultural figures, politicians, leaders, and scientists. But he should have let it slip, and Nikolai, too, was frightened by the boldness of his idea.
  "Your sense of humor is too strong, Prince. The Orthodox Church will excommunicate us if we attempt to accomplish what only God can do."
  Artemov knew that the modern Orthodox Church was more than liberal toward scientific discoveries, although if he had his way, he would have lined up idle priests. True, many priests performed useful work in the troops, replacing political officers, and some had even picked up a ray gun. Such warriors of Christ deserved respect. Artem Zubov disliked Christian teaching itself, even in its Church-modified form. It was too pacifistic, lacking militancy and a willingness to sacrifice, and the reward in heaven was too vague. He longed to know more concretely what heaven was and to see at least one person who had returned from it and could speak of unearthly bliss.
  -Everything in the world is subject to change, and the Holy Church, if it pleases God and the Fatherland, will change its dogmas.
  Nikolai seemed satisfied with the answer.
  "I am God's anointed, there is no one higher than me on Earth, and yet, before the Almighty God, my throne is but a pitiful speck in a boundless ocean." The Tsar-Father choked slightly, nearly choking on a sturgeon bone. Nicholas cleared his throat and continued.
  No one is given the ability to comprehend God's thoughts, not even church ministers. Unfortunately, many priests have forgotten virtue and honesty and serve mammon. People have less and less respect for priesthood; priests are ridiculed in fairy tales and jokes. Students are increasingly refusing communion and don't believe in God. You could beat them with a stick for it.
  Artem answered with calm confidence.
  "We need more than just a whip here. We need the best scientists to write several scholarly books proving that God, or a caring creator, exists, and that the Bible is the word of God. I think that in this case, educated people will be more likely to understand, and their faith will grow stronger. But if we force students, the protests will only grow."
  - Are science and faith compatible?
  "Of course, Your Majesty. After all, if faith is based on real facts, then science will not refute it, but confirm it."
  - What do you say about Charles Darwin's theory that man descended from apes?
  Artem paused. Although modern science had refuted this theory, creationism still had its fair share of holes.
  - I believe that this is an unscientific hypothesis, not supported by facts.
  -But in the West it dominates.
  Western democracies are close to decay; they will inevitably perish. And their failure will be proven first and foremost on the battlefield.
  - So you think that parliamentarism... The Tsar paused.
  -It is not needed by Russia or any other country.
  - That's how it is, and some, including Witte, advised me to adopt a constitution and introduce an elected Duma.
  "That's completely unnecessary. Laws can be drafted by learned men and professional lawyers, but an elected body is just empty talk."
  "You have a completely correct outlook on life. I haven't heard such wisdom in a long time. It seems the post of Minister of Internal Affairs is rightfully yours."
  "The king has a well-developed intuition, since he appreciated me," thought Artem.
  "I'm happy to serve you, Your Majesty. I think we'll need to implement some, some drastic, reforms."
  - Of course. Peter loved to reform. Maybe you should change the emblem.
  - Yes, that's possible too. We have a proposal to use a shield and sword as a symbol.
  Would you like me to make a drawing?
  "I would be most grateful." The Emperor extended his hand, his handshake gentle and cautious. Arthur resisted the temptation to squeeze his fingers tightly; if he wanted, he could easily snap them, like dry blades of grass.
  - What do you think about the state symbols of Austria-Hungary, which are similar to ours - also a double-headed eagle.
  - I believe that it will soon become a thing of the past, and Austria-Hungary will become part of the grandiose Eurasian Russian colossus.
  - I wonder what my title will be then. King of Austria, Hungary, Croatia, Archduke of Bohemia, Prince of Slovakia, Khan of Bosnia, and so on, and so on, and so on.
  "And he is vain, this seemingly timid ruler."
  - I think that in reality your title will be longer, and perhaps the crown of the Japanese Emperor will be placed on your head.
  Witte, sitting to the side, merely frowned. Deep down, this cunning courtier didn't highly value Russia's military potential and feared a future war with Japan, supported by the United States and England.
  The British lion had long been sharpening its teeth on the enormous Russian bear. Besides, at that time, Britain was vast, controlling almost a third of the earth's land surface, but its hold on the colonies was weakening. Under these circumstances, why not seize the lands of the second-largest state? At the same time, war would provide an opportunity to rein in the independence-hungry provinces-an empire on which the sun never sets. Deep down, Nicholas envied the vastness of Britain-how small Rus' was, yet it only had eleven world zones, and its borders never crossed the equator. It could have been even larger if his recent ancestor, Alexander the Liberator, hadn't sold Alaska. How many hundreds of millions of dollars the pragmatic Yankees had squeezed out of it, and at the same time, the Russian Empire had shrunk. And in the event of a war with the United States, there was no springboard for expansion into the Western Hemisphere.
  - Well, get busy restoring order, because the Narodnaya Volya and Socialist Revolutionaries have been tormenting us lately. Constant terrorist attacks, murders of governors and generals.
  "I have a detailed program for combating terrorism. I believe I can implement it. But the fish rots from the head down. Until we end corruption in the central administration, as well as at the provincial level, we won't be able to regain the trust of ordinary people."
  -How can we fight bribes if the police themselves take them left and right?
  - They'll hang thieves, and those who are truly brazen will be impaled. Like under Ivan the Terrible.
  - What about Europe?
  -What business is it of theirs about our internal affairs? Let them keep their mouth shut.
  The Tsar also liked this courage.
  "I feel that you are a special person, and therefore I entrust you to accompany the empress after the ball, who wants to visit the country palace in Peterhof.
  "That's an excellent idea, Your Majesty. Although, considering she's accompanied by a sizable convoy, my sword alone won't make much of a difference."
  Alexandra, who had remained modestly silent until now, spoke up.
  "I want to go alone, without a pesky escort. These Cossacks and hussars are so rude. But Artem can accompany me. From what I've heard, he's worth twenty horsemen."
  "Well, that's wonderful." The Emperor was full and rose heavily, signaling that the feast was over and it was time to go home.
  Nimble servants began clearing the enormous sandalwood tables. After exchanging a few words, Artem and Galina parted ways. The nobility was dispersing; princes, counts, and barons were leaving the majestic winter palace, bundled in furs. Rain had begun to fall, the drops cold; it was clear that for several more days, real snow would fall. The police were clearing the square of beggars and homeless children. A few ubiquitous boys managed to slip through the cordons and, holding out their dirty palms, begged for alms. One of them, a dark-haired boy of about ten with Asian eyes, rushed up to Artem, who was accompanying the empress. The driver lashed his whip across the half-naked body; the boy howled and fell at Alexandra's feet.
  - Please give us some food, kind lady, we have seven children in our house and they are starving.
  "What is your name?" the queen asked kindly.
  -Ruslan.
  -And whose blood will you be?
  - We are Chechens.
  "They're a good people, loyal to Russia. The Tsar's brother commands an entire division of highlanders. How did they end up in St. Petersburg?"
  "Prince Likhozavr took our land from us, so we had to leave home and wander around Russia. Then my father got a job as a worker at a foundry, but a couple of months ago he was injured. Now we're without a breadwinner, we have to beg, and they give us little."
  - How do you like our city? - asked Artem.
  - Very beautiful, but terribly cold.
  The boy stepped into a puddle of almost icy water and immediately pulled back his bare foot, covered in a layer of mud.
  - Yes, the harsh winter is coming soon, and you have no clothes or shoes.
  - Almost none. I once stole a pair of boots from a young gentleman, but they were too small for me, so I gave them to my little sister.
  -Stealing is not good.
  Alexandra took the floor.
  "I'll instruct the adjutant general to take care of you, and you're a lively boy. If you want, I'll send you to a training school and you'll serve in a wild division."
  - Thank you, madam, I will be a brave soldier, and then an officer.
  "Chechens love to fight," Artem remarked. "What's your last name?"
  - Krechetorov.
  - I'll remember that when the war comes, you'll prove yourself.
  Having climbed into the carriage, the Tsar's orderly, a colonel by rank, spurred the horses on and picked up speed. The six horses were select, well-fed, white, and raced effortlessly, pulling the gilded carriage.
  Two of the most loyal Cossacks galloped after them, whooping and whistling. Despite the rain and the night, the London weather, the central districts of the city looked magnificent. Lights were plentiful, the drawbridges across the Neva especially bright. Then the surrounding districts became poorer, but still, all the way to Peterhof, the streets were beautifully paved. They entered the park, the road worsened slightly, and the horses slowed. Suddenly, the coachman braked; a fallen tree blocked the way.
  Before Artem had time to jump out, shots were heard, two Cossacks stopped
  fell into the mud with a scream.
  "Ambush!" The newly-minted prince jumped into the bushes, grabbing two revolvers as he went.
  CHAPTER No 16.
  Suddenly Gella appeared again and said breathlessly:
  - Now they're taking you in for interrogation! You might even be tortured! Be brave!
  Margarita noted:
  - Can I turn investigators and cops into delicious chocolate bars?
  Gella answered with a smile:
  "You can, but maybe we'll deprive you of that opportunity for now! You must pass a test that will give you the strength to become Messir's true daughter!"
  The hippopotamus gurgled:
  Lucifer's own daughter,
  May Hell be conquered by you...
  We will be able to overcome our enemies,
  And the result is not very modest!
  Gella leaned over and tickled the bare, pink sole of the girl, the night fairy, with her sharp nail and said:
  - You might get hit on your bare heels with rubber truncheons! It's a thrill, you might even enjoy it!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - Well, barefoot massage is cool!
  Fagot nodded:
  - And while we are leaving you - be brave!
  And then Satan's team vanished. Margarita was left alone and felt sad, as if she had returned from a fairy tale.
  But she wasn't bored for long. Heavy footsteps were heard. The cell doors opened. And three male guards, along with a female guard, entered the cell. Tak, grinning, pulled on thin rubber gloves and said:
  - Don't be shy, girl! Auntie's going to feel you up now!
  And pulling a thin rubber band over her hands, the warden stuck her fingers in her mouth. It was humiliating and disgusting. Then he ordered the robe she was wearing to be removed. She began groping the girl. Naturally, she inserted her fingers into her anus, so roughly that it hurt. She also poked around there. She also examined her vagina, which was also very humiliating, although such a search does excite a sensitive female genital area.
  The warden poked around for quite a long time and persistently, so much so that Margarita began to thrash about in a powerful orgasm and the head went limp.
  The guards pulled a prison uniform on her and, barefoot and wearing striped pajamas, led her, or rather dragged her, through the corridors.
  The girl noticed:
  - Damn it! What an adventure!
  The warden nodded:
  - I know you'll like it! But I liked it even more!
  Margarita noted:
  - It would be better if it were a boy, he would stick his finger in my cunt! Still, I'm more straight than lesbian! Although I don't disdain the fair sex either!
  The jailer giggled and replied:
  - That can be arranged! You're so curvy and beautiful that you'll be met with a ton of clients. It could be boys or old men. Who do you prefer?
  The girl giggled:
  - Of course, pretty boys are better!
  The warden noted:
  "Colonel Yuri Petukhov will get you! He doesn't usually hit women! But there's an even more vile Colonel Krysin-he's a beast! So you better spill the beans to Petukhov-you'll save your skin!"
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - I'm just a night fairy and I've never had anything to do with wet stuff!
  The jailer grinned and remarked:
  - You are all innocent! Although, a beauty like you looks very much like a murderer, like Milady in The Three Musketeers!
  The girl, slapping her bare feet, noted:
  - Yes, I may look like the angel of death! But as Lenin said: if you kill one person, you're a criminal; if you kill a million, you're a great statesman!
  They climbed a little higher. Along the way, they came across a boy of about fourteen, his head shaved bald, so thin that his uniform hung on him like a hanger, and his feet were bare, his soles blackened by prison grime.
  He shouted:
  - Lucky woman!
  And he got hit between the shoulder blades with a baton. It was funny to watch. And tragic at the same time. They picked the boy up, hit him again, and pushed him forward again.
  Margarita thought the cops were complete bastards, and despite Russia being formally a democracy, human rights were brazenly trampled. And the war in Chechnya? Yeltsin had completely lost his mind! Was it really worth destroying the USSR for that?
  Here she found herself standing before the heavy oak door of the office. Inside, the kindly investigator, Yuri Petukhov, was present. Well, was she ready for the meeting?
  The colonel was indeed young and unthreatening. He greeted Margarita with a smile. She sat down on a chair and showed off her bare legs-her prison uniform was a bit short and didn't hide her charms. And she wasn't known for being shy.
  There was also a secretary sitting with them. She asked Margarita the standard questions:
  -Name, surname, patronymic, place of residence.
  Then Yuri asked:
  - Are you familiar with billionaire Abromov?
  Margarita smiled and replied:
  - You could say that... He was my client!
  Petukhov asked ingratiatingly:
  - Did you feel good with him?
  The girl answered honestly:
  - Not bad! I generally love men and am naturally hot, and I enjoy making love to them!
  Yuri smiled even wider and asked:
  - Do you like him? Even if he's old or a pervert?
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  "I don't consider oral sex a perversion, and as for age, we women aren't as demanding in that regard as you men are, nor are we when it comes to physical beauty. In that regard, I even enjoy sexual variety!"
  Petukhov grinned and asked:
  - Did you experience an orgasm with Ambram?
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes, of course... He's a pretty good lover!
  Yuri asked:
  - And do you often experience orgasms when you sleep with clients?
  Margarita answered honestly:
  - Almost always! I'm a temperamental woman in this regard!
  The colonel chuckled and remarked:
  - And many prostitutes say that they don"t experience orgasm and they don"t like their profession!
  The fairy girl said decisively:
  "They're driving up their price! They actually enjoy it, they're just afraid the client will refuse to pay if they're getting pleasure as well as money! But they don't know men. They actually like it when a woman has an orgasm with them, which means they're outstanding men!"
  Yuri grinned and replied:
  - So much the better! Well, what can I say... Abramov was found dead in a hotel room after meeting you, and next to him was a gun with your fingerprints on it!
  Margarita shrugged:
  - Oh, really? Are these fingerprints really mine?
  Petukhov stated decisively:
  "We've done an examination. Those are your prints, that's for sure! After all, they checked your fingers. And not just your hands, but your bare feet too."
  The girl shrugged and replied:
  "I think he let me shoot his pistol. I could have left fingerprints."
  Yuri chuckled and replied:
  - Really? But this is direct evidence. And there were no other girls besides you.
  Margarita noted:
  "He could have been shot by a bodyguard hired for big bucks, wearing his own gloves, and then blamed on me. You'll agree, that's convenient!"
  Petukhov nodded with a smile:
  - Maybe! But they could have hired you for a lot of money! And you don't have an alibi, and anyway, the gunshot residue on your skin is direct evidence. So, if it comes to court, you won't be able to justify yourself!
  Margarita asked with a smile:
  - What if I want to take a lie detector test?
  Yuri nodded:
  - It's possible! Although, according to the law, it's not considered evidence! But it could work to your advantage!
  The girl smiled and noted:
  - Good! Can I have a cup of coffee?
  Petukhov ordered:
  - Pour her some coffee! - And he added, - Do you want a cigarette?
  Margarita replied:
  - I don"t smoke, and I don"t advise you to!
  Yuri grinned and sang:
  There is nothing worse than nicotine,
  Throw a pack of cigarettes into the firebox!
  The girl noted with a smile:
  - After smoking, my mouth tastes like shit!
  Petukhov asked with a smile:
  - And after the blowjob?
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - Sperm tastes like sour cream! And it's actually pleasant!
  Yuri grinned and asked:
  - So maybe you could suck me off?
  The girl asked with a smile:
  - How much will you pay?
  Petukhov replied:
  - I can send you alone! You'll be fine there. With a fridge and a TV!
  Margarita added:
  - And with a young Sokarmin girl! That will do!
  Yuri nodded:
  - This will happen if you work hard!
  The girl asked:
  - Right now?
  Petukhov objected:
  - No, let's talk a little longer! I'm interested in the inner world of a beautiful girl like you!
  Margarita said with a smile:
  - Well, we can talk! This is incredibly cool.
  Yuri asked with a smile:
  - Who is your favorite movie actor?
  The girl smiled and replied:
  - Arnold Schwarzenegger, of course! Although I like Dolph Luger too - he's so handsome and fair-haired!
  Petukhov chuckled and noted:
  - What do you think of Sylvester Stallone?
  Margarita chirped:
  Women think Stallone,
  The standard of male dignity...
  But to compete with Stallone,
  You can't use food stamps!
  The colonel laughed and noted:
  - How witty! Tell me, have you ever been raped?
  Margarita made eyes and purred:
  - Yes, that happened!
  Yuri asked:
  - And how was it?
  The girl exclaimed:
  - Delightful! I loved it!
  Petukhov chuckled and noted:
  - I see you're a whore by calling? And you consider yourself a slut?
  Margarita clarified:
  - Not a simple one, but an elite slut!
  Yuri grinned and replied:
  - Do you want a chocolate coffee?
  And he handed her a Snickers. The girl winced:
  - This is cheap! I eat much more expensive and elite sweets!
  Petukhov asked:
  - Is your apartment nice?
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - Four rooms! Well, my brother sometimes shows up in it! Although he spends most of his time at the film studio!
  Yuri was surprised:
  - Does your brother act in films?
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes! He's a very handsome and photogenic boy who enjoys martial arts. And there are a lot of films being made now - if only there were sponsors. It's even better here than in Soviet times, I would say!
  Petukhov noted:
  In Soviet times, prices on many goods remained unchanged for twenty years, and that was a plus. But there were long lines, total shortages; there weren't even bananas or oranges in the stores. Not to mention oranges-even sausage kept disappearing and being thrown out. Under Yeltsin, especially at the very beginning of his rule, there was hyperinflation, but then literally everything appeared on the shelves. And the shortages and lines, which had been terrifying under Gorbachev, disappeared! And now prices have stabilized!
  Margarita noted:
  - Yeltsin lost the war in Chechnya in disgrace!
  Yuri objected:
  "Not quite. The Russian army wasn't routed. Yeltsin ended it in a year and a half, with only moderate losses. Of course, it would have been better not to have waged that war. Yeltsin wasn't the best ruler of Russia, but under him, so many opportunities opened up, and a class of property owners emerged!"
  The girl nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, it did! And I was doing quite well under Yeltsin... There's just one thing that scares me: elite prostitutes are popular while they're young, but what happens later?
  Petukhov laughed and remarked:
  "We had a case where the prostitute was ninety-four years old and still listed! So don't worry, you can be on the prostitute scene for many years, practically for life!"
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - Wonderful! Although it would still be better to settle down and marry a billionaire!
  The colonel grinned and remarked:
  - Is it worth it? Do you think it's such a great joy to be the wife of a moneybags?
  The girl noticed:
  - It's a much greater joy to be the widow of a moneybags!
  The secretary noted:
  - Typical modern-day girl logic! The night fairy wants both freedom and billions!
  Petukhov noted:
  - Women have more opportunities than men in some things! Specifically, in the ability to score freebies!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - Of course! It's especially good to be a whore. It's worse to be a decent woman! But if a man is a womanizer, he risks wasting his entire fortune on the fair sex. And we, in turn, make money from love and debauchery!
  The colonel grinned:
  - Yes, it's lovely! Although making money on love is vulgar!
  The blonde girl muttered:
  - But it"s practical!
  Petukhov decided to change the subject of the conversation:
  - Do you play chess?
  Margarita replied:
  - Quite rarely. I got so carried away with one client that I didn't even sleep with him, even though he paid me in full. Plus, I won some money playing him.
  The colonel chuckled, and the secretary reached into the cabinet, pulling out a chessboard. The girl rubbed one of her graceful, bare feet against the other. She found it both amusing and exasperating.
  Petukhov said with a smile:
  - I suggest you play with white. Do you prefer it with or without a watch?
  Margarita replied:
  - It's possible without a watch... Although the game might drag on in that case!
  The secretary suggested:
  - Let's play a blitz instead. You, Colonel, have a whole army of criminal clients!
  Petukhov agreed:
  - Yes, blitz would be better!
  Margarita nodded:
  - Then enjoy your hunting!
  The secretary brought a clock and set five minutes per game. It was interesting. Margarita had some understanding of opening theory.
  And she moved her queen's pawn. Petukhov responded with his king's knight. The King's Indian Defense emerged. The Night Fairy chose the Saemisch Variation. And the attack began-White attacked on the kingside, and Black asymmetrically on the queenside. And a full-scale battle ensued. The game was blitz. And the buttons had to be pressed quickly. And so Margarita went on the attack. And sacrificed a couple of pieces. And checkmated the black king.
  The colonel was taken aback and noted:
  - You're good! And not only in bed, but at chess too!
  Margarita grinned and suggested:
  - Let's play again. But if you lose, you'll lick my pussy with your tongue!
  Yuri frowned:
  - Lick a night fairy, a place that's been fucked by hundreds of men? Who do you take me for?
  The girl giggled and replied:
  - Well, then let's make it a hundred dollars! It's better than just like that!
  Petukhov noted:
  - Your vagina was groped many times by a guard wearing rubber gloves, it"s unlikely that you carried a piece of paper in your vagina.
  Margarita replied:
  "I have several more apartments in Moscow registered in my brother's name. And he'll pay even more!"
  Yuri noted:
  "Your brother's only thirteen, he has no right! And I don't need dollars from a prostitute! If you win, do you want me to give you a blow job and put you in a cell with a pretty partner and a TV for free?"
  The girl stamped her bare foot, noting with her graceful foot:
  - That's perfectly fine! Although I wouldn't mind tasting the colonel's manhood. Blowjobs don't scare me, they turn me on!
  Petukhov laughed and replied:
  - I understand! But personally, I, the colonel, feel a bit uneasy with a prostitute. Although you're so beautiful that... I even get dizzy when I look at your angelic face and gold-leaf hair!
  Margarita giggled and replied:
  - Okay, let's play! This time I'm black!
  Yuri nodded:
  - Here we go!
  The game opened with E2-E4, and Margarita responded with C7-C5, playing the Sicilian Defense. Asymmetrical and very rich combination play is emerging here. She moved quickly. This was blitz, and she was clearly calculating the lines faster than Petukhov. This time, Petukhov's white king came under heavy attack. And Yuri, trying to avoid checkmate, simply ran out of time, and the flag fell.
  Margarita sang:
  If he finishes me off with swearing,
  I'll grab him through the hip!
  Or a knight's move on the head!
  The colonel noted:
  - You play really well! Maybe we should try tennis?
  The prostitute girl nodded:
  - That's a good idea! We can stretch our legs! Tennis is great!
  Yuri nodded:
  - Pour us some cappuccino!
  Margarita answered with a smile:
  - Cappuccino is also possible!
  The secretary took coffee out of the microwave. And with gingerbread...
  Petukhov noted:
  - Not store-bought, my wife made them herself!
  The prostitute girl squealed:
  - Oh, so you're married? And you want to come with me!
  Yuri said with a breath:
  My imagination was amazed,
  Your image flashed like a comet's tail...
  You pierced me like lightning,
  With its unearthly beauty!
  
  You are so beautiful that you are capable of,
  To conquer the depths of the sky...
  With you I can breathe easily, freely,
  You can eclipse the summer sun!
  Margarita licked her lips and replied:
  "He started talking in verse, so he really is in love! But I doubt I'll fall in love with a cop myself!"
  Petukhov replied:
  - I'm not just a cop... My heart is open to love!
  The prostitute girl took it and sang:
  I know my dear that without you I will feel bad,
  And no one will ease my suffering...
  But believe me, never a child of vice,
  He will not love the immaculate creation!
  And she bared even more of her muscular, tanned legs. And Petukhov couldn't resist. He fell to his knees and crawled toward her, and began kissing her bare, dusty soles. Margarita even purred with pleasure. How she felt.
  And the colonel continued to shower her feet and bare legs with kisses, growing increasingly aroused. Margarita chirped:
  - Kiss me everywhere, I'm already eighteen!
  Yuri rose a little higher. The prostitute was wearing no underwear under her prison skirt. And the man, completely lost, plunged his lips into her vagina, her legs spread, and began to work his tongue with abandon. He was so intoxicated, his head spinning and his heart pounding. And the colonel's tongue penetrated her most sensitive spots. Margarita moaned with pleasure, shuddering in orgasm. And she felt so good.
  Yuri was working and in a frenzied state. His secretary, watching this, pulled a vibrator from her drawer and inserted it into herself. She, too, moaned with fury and joy. How pleasant, how beautiful, and how loving.
  Petukhov dropped his pants and, jumping up, took Margarita. They intertwined like a pair of snakes, embracing tighter than two friends, and it was wonderful and pleasurable, like bringing back that orgasm!
  They were at their peak, finally. Margarita burst into tears, came hard, and went limp. But Petukhov continued to pound her aggressively. Venus's wet womb swelled with blood, and again the prostitute moaned in a violent orgasm. It was so powerful that Margarita roared like a buffalo at a slaughterhouse.
  Luckily, the investigator's office was soundproofed. The secretary also convulsed with orgasm while using a vibrator. How wonderful and awesome it was. Yuri came violently, shooting sperm. Margarita leaned over, offered her mouth, and greedily swallowed. And she loved it, she was so pleased and so pleased. She loved drinking sperm; the younger Petukhov was, the more delicious and fresh his seed was. How pleasant it was.
  Margarita licked her lips and swallowed. Yuri started pounding her again; he was overexcited. And the prostitute shuddered, and she was enjoying it so much! And how wonderful it is to have such a man with you. How beautiful.
  Petukhov continued to shower her scarlet breasts with kisses. And Margarita's breasts swelled, became firm, and very beautiful.
  This was mating and wild passion.
  Meanwhile, three men watched these actions and the intense sex through a hidden camera. They also began to jerk off. A woman was with them, and she stuck her fingers into her vagina, moving them vigorously. She also moaned.
  That was an orgy...
  Behemoth also looked at this and noted:
  - Over many millennia, I've seen all sorts of things. But this Margarita is simply delightful!
  Gella noted with a smile:
  - The Marquis de Sade would be delighted to have such a character! It's simply the delight of debauchery!
  Fagot noted:
  "But to prevent the end of the world, she must love not with her body, but with her heart! And she needs a master, not a cop!"
  Azazello growled:
  - Maybe we should set fire to Butyrka after all? I hope we have enough striking power!
  Abaddon nodded with a grin:
  - My hands have been itching for a long time!
  Goddess Kali noted:
  - Maybe we should invite the plague? Then the city will be completely covered in corpses!
  The hippopotamus objected:
  - Patience! We still have time before the year 2000, when Jesus might come! We'll figure something out!
  Gella noted:
  - And her nipples are like rubies! You, for one, would want something like that!
  Callie replied:
  - My nipples are like rubies too! And in my opinion, Queen Margot is too pale!
  The hippopotamus grinned and noted:
  - She's quite tanned, I wouldn't say she's pale. Such a light chocolate!
  Gella grinned and sang:
  There is a chocolate bunny,
  He's a gentle bastard...
  He's one hundred percent sweet,
  Like a woodpecker's chisel!
  Goddess Calli noted:
  - Maybe we should make love too! I'm absolutely burning with excitement between my legs!
  Azazello nodded:
  "Well, let's do it! With great pleasure! And we'll call some girls too!" A noise was heard, and beautiful, naked girls began jumping out of the ground, literally erupting in voluptuous languor.
  CHAPTER No 17.
  What happened next? Anastasia Vedmakova also had visions from parallel universes. And she also composed something extremely captivating.
  The war with China continues. Mao's troops, in particular, are attempting to encircle Alma-Ata. They are numerous. But they are being confronted by child units.
  Here, in particular, is Timur and his team. Young warriors fire machine guns at the advancing Chinese infantry. These are brutal assaults. The children have to shoot as often as possible. Machine guns are also in action. This is truly a massacre. And when the Chinese hordes get closer, they actually get blown up by the minefields. This is the kind of incredible combat that goes on.
  The mines used are light, anti-personnel ones. And hundreds of Chinese die from them. But they continue to crawl and crawl. And once again, the pioneers mow them down with great fury and accuracy. This is truly deadly.
  The boys' machine guns fire automatically. And everyone mows down the advancing columns. They do so with great enthusiasm.
  Timur, a boy who looks about thirteen years old, throws a grenade with his bare foot, tears apart the Chinese and shouts:
  - Glory to the USSR!
  The boy Seryozhka confirms:
  - Glory to the pioneer heroes!
  The girl Katya, shooting, and quite accurately, confirms:
  - Jesus and Lada are for us!
  The girl Anka adds, throwing a bag at the Chinese with her bare foot:
  - Brezhnev - that's what we've become today!
  That's how the children's team works. And the machine guns rattle. And the ranks of Chinese troops fall one after another.
  At the same time, mortars are pounding the Celestial Empire's troops. And they're doing it with precision. They're knocking out the enemy. Cluster munitions are also in use. They're quite effective against the Chinese. So the killing has become bloody.
  Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova began attacking the Celestial Empire's troops from above in an aircraft. They flew a small disc craft, which, thanks to its laminar flow, was virtually impenetrable to small arms fire.
  And the children dropped tiny needles with a potent poison from it. They came in a cloud and knocked out masses of Chinese infantry. To waste human potential like that? Only the Celestial Empire is capable of that.
  And an unimaginable massacre ensues. And the Chinese keep rushing into the fight.
  Oleg noted, pressing the joystick buttons with his bare, childish foot and sending out a cloud of ultra-thin, poisonous needles:
  - We can really say that we have become cooler than everyone else!
  Margarita, too, pressing the buttons with the toes of her bare, childish feet, noted:
  - It's too early to rest on our laurels!
  Children were indeed carrying out the cleanup. So many Chinese were dying. Mao decided to ignore the losses: the women would give birth to more. And he sent in large numbers of infantry. But he had little equipment. Except, of course, what the US was selling him. And here, of course, the odds were not in China's favor.
  Natasha's fighting too. She's firing a Dragon machine gun at the Chinese. And the yellow, slanted-eyed soldiers fall like stacked firewood.
  The girl, with her bare toes, hurls a powerful explosive packet of coal dust. And suddenly it explodes. Chinese fighters fly off in all directions.
  Zoya is also a very accurate shooter, and every shot takes someone down. She's a very beautiful girl-a honey-colored blonde. And she aims her bullets with great precision, landing with incredible accuracy.
  The girl took it and sang:
  And the battle continues again,
  A fire is boiling from China...
  And Brezhnev is so young,
  Deals the killing blow!
  And with her bare, round, pink heel, the girl tossed a pea of annihilation. And it flew past, and how accurately it struck. It scattered the slanted-eyed soldiers in all directions. And the Chinese lost arms and legs. That's what the Maoists got.
  Augustina also scribbled at the Maoists, made accurate shots and whistled:
  The anthem of the Motherland is on my heart,
  We will crush the Chinese very dashingly...
  Comrade Stalin, believe me, my family,
  And the girl crushes everyone like an elephant!
  And she also threw the devastating gift of annihilation with her bare sole. And the Chinese were torn to shreds.
  Svetlana also fired mercilessly, crushing everyone. She also shot the Chinese with a clever device.
  The warrior exclaimed, swiveling her luxurious hips:
  - Glory to communism and the USSR!
  And a barefoot, beautiful, very seductive foot took and threw a pea with deadly force.
  These girls are just super.
  Anastasia Vedmakova attacks ground targets from her attack aircraft. She also attacks the Chinese with missiles, including cluster munitions, to further destroy infantry.
  The warrior sings:
  Russia vs. Mao,
  This is our situation...
  We must fight bravely,
  And there will be results!
  And the eternal witch girl launched another missile. What a fight that was.
  The Chinese attacked in large numbers. They also made tanks out of wood and ceramics-or rather, clay models. Some of them were propelled by bicycles. And they could inspire fear.
  The infantry advanced like an avalanche. And they were killed in large numbers.
  Akulina Orlova also hammered away at ground targets-China's air force is weak. But its strength lies in its population and human flesh. There's so much of it that casualties are irrelevant. In some computer games, including "Cossacks," infantry can be churned out so quickly and thrown into positions that literally tens of thousands of them die. Those are the kinds of games people play. But the soldiers are alive. And it's somehow unpleasant to kill Chinese people who, until recently, were fellow communists. But Mao's ambitions led to a major war. There's a certain specificity here. Hitler started World War II at age fifty and, for some reason, was in a great hurry. However, if you think about it, he had his reasons for being in such a hurry.
  After all, it wasn't just Nazi Germany that was growing stronger; its enemies were also increasing their potential. And it wasn't just the USSR, which dreamed of blessing the world with the creation of a unified communist empire, but also France, which was building new tanks and ships, as were Britain and Poland. Nothing comes easy. And Suvorov-Rezun, when he wrote his Icebreaker tetralogy, rightly observed: yes, the Soviet army was rearming, but in the modern world, armies are always rearming. And if the Soviet army was rearming, then so was the German one. Although Suvorov-Rezun lied about some things, or perhaps he was uninformed. Heavy tanks for Nazi Germany were also being developed in the USSR before the war. Some even weighed up to sixty-five tons. A prototype of the Tiger was also created, with an 88-millimeter cannon, albeit with thinner armor than the actual fifty-millimeter one that went into production.
  In any case, if the USSR had delayed in 1941 and decided to prepare better, it would have added more modern tanks and aircraft, but the Third Reich would also have grown stronger. Furthermore, the Nazis could have captured Egypt and Gibraltar, gained control of the resources of Africa and the Middle East, and formed new divisions from the Arabs. A landing in Britain was also entirely possible, and then its resources would have fed the Third Reich.
  But now the USSR is at war with a country with a huge population. And try to cope with that. But the defense is generally holding, although the Chinese continue to break through here and there. Unlike in World War II, it's more practical to equip tanks with machine guns rather than cannons. And if shells are used, they should be high-explosive fragmentation shells. And grenades, preferably with a wide spread and high density of damage.
  The battle with enemy infantry is underway. Machine guns are firing...
  Akulina Orlova dropped a ball bomb. It covers a wide area of infantry. It's an effective weapon, so to speak. The fighting is escalating. The Chinese don't spare the lives of their people. Moreover, troops need to be redeployed from the European part of the USSR. And that stretches communications. And the Chinese infantry has superior numbers, although they're not very well armed. Many even have flintlock rifles or homemade shotguns. And some Chinese units are armed with spears and scythes-they didn't have enough firearms. But then there are so many of them.
  Akulina Orlova noted:
  - This is just some kind of hellish meat pie! Everyone is coming and coming!
  Anastasia Vedmakova nodded:
  - Yes, that's right! Such is the enemy's diabolical plan! But what can you do! As Alexander Suvorov said, Russia is not ready for any war.
  Margarita Magnitnaya, another gorgeous, very beautiful pilot in a swimsuit and barefoot, noted:
  - I feel very sorry for the Chinese - they are fighting for a cause that is completely unnecessary for them!
  Akulina objected:
  - Not exactly. China's population is large and growing rapidly, but good land isn't all that plentiful. There are mountains and deserts. Of course, Mao wants both the living space and resources of Siberia and the glory of a great conqueror!
  Anastasia giggled and noted:
  "Yes, at the age of seventy-five, it's time to start a major war and wage conquests. To try to surpass Genghis Khan, at an age when Genghis Khan is already dead!"
  Margarita dropped another bomb, this time with needles, and noted:
  "And Stalin didn't live to be Mao's age. What an injustice. And now this old man has unleashed a war quite comparable to World War II."
  Akulina Orlova noted:
  - And for now, in a non-nuclear version! However, as we know, the USSR committed itself to never being the first to use nuclear weapons!
  Anastasia, having launched a missile with a cluster munition, noted:
  "Using nuclear weapons against China would be like outdoing Hitler. And they have their own warheads! They could even respond!"
  The girls left behind numerous Chinese corpses. But that doesn't mean the Soviet army suffered no losses. There were casualties, too, especially when it came to close combat. Or in hand-to-hand combat. Many Chinese were proficient in kung fu, and this created problems. To avoid heavy losses and encirclement, Brezhnev's army retreated in an orderly fashion.
  Mao kept driving his soldiers into bloody assaults. And he tried to stretch the front line as much as possible. Chinese troops attacked Alma-Ata in Kazakhstan and Kyrgyzstan, and pressed hard in Mongolia, having already captured most of it. While they were advancing, it was noticeable. They had such a huge advantage in manpower.
  The Soviet Red Army attempted to counter this with technological superiority. Brezhnev's air force, in particular, enjoyed overwhelming superiority. New types of bombs with wide-area coverage were needed to maximize the infantry's penetration.
  And missiles with the latest cluster munitions. And Veronica and Victoria's girls were pounding the Chinese using the Uragan rocket system. And they were hitting them pretty hard. And the Celestial Empire's troops were getting a real beating.
  Veronica, slapping her bare feet, noted:
  Our stars are towards communism,
  Open the way,
  We serve the Fatherland faithfully,
  Don't turn away!
  Victoria noted:
  - That's how it will hit the enemy!
  And again from the "Hurricane", the newest rocket launcher, they hit!
  And the Chinese soldiers lit up like decorations on a Christmas tree.
  Elena and her crew are fighting in a T-11 tank. The girls in the vehicle are wearing nothing but bikinis, pressing the controls with their bare feet.
  And they fire very powerfully and deadly fire, literally wiping out the enemy. And a lot of Celestial Empire soldiers are killed.
  Elizabeth fired a high-explosive fragmentation shell. Severed Chinese arms and legs flew everywhere.
  The warrior sang:
  I am the strongest in the world,
  Let's soak the Chinese in the toilet...
  The Fatherland does not believe in tears,
  And we'll give Mao a good whack on the brains!
  And she pressed the buttons with her bare toes. And a projectile with a fragmentation charge flew out with great force. And then the girls fired their machine guns.
  Ekaterina chirped:
  And I plant aluminum cucumbers,
  On the tarpaulin field!
  And she presses the lever with her scarlet nipple. That's the kind of girl she is.
  And Euphrosyne will also take and send forth a blast of deadly force. And she will pound the Chinese so hard that they will go straight to the other world. And the bodies will disintegrate, but the souls will rise upward.
  This is how the T-11 tank operates. It's armed with a powerful 130mm cannon. However, given the specifics of war, a modification is being developed featuring a rocket launcher with a fragmentation shell, to better target infantry.
  And the girls will take advantage of this. The Brezhnev-era USSR, as they say, is straining every ounce of its strength and trying to crush the horde.
  The US is quite pleased that two communist-ruled countries are locked in a fight. Specifically, they're supplying China with M-60 tanks and obsolete Petton tanks on credit, so they have something to fight the USSR with.
  And of course, there are aircraft, but they're also outdated. That's why anti-tank weapons are sometimes needed. But the USSR developed vehicles with up to ten machine guns. And they shoot so accurately and mow down infantry.
  Elizabeth fires machine guns and mows down a ton of Chinese, all the while singing:
  Mao is strong,
  You'll get nothing...
  You're silent...
  After all, I am a bat!
  After which the girl just bursts out laughing. These women are so cool.
  A Soviet tank is moving, crushing the Chinese with its tracks. It has a state-of-the-art gas turbine engine producing 1,500 horsepower, and the sixty-three-ton machine literally flies. And it crushes all the warriors of the Celestial Empire so much that it's beyond words or description.
  A crew of East German girls is also working against the Chinese. The Leopard tank is in action, crushing Mao's army. Its 120mm cannon is firing high-explosive shells. And the girls are thrilled.
  Gerda presses the buttons with her bare toes and squeaks:
  My homeland is proud and sweet,
  My homeland - we will burn everyone to the ground!
  This is what a magnificent girl she was, white with a slight blue tint.
  Charlotte, on the other hand, is a fiery redhead. And she's also sending shells at the Chinese. Warriors, it goes without saying, are canvases for battle. And she can show off something that's astonishing.
  This is how she hits Mao's soldiers. And crushes them without any ceremony.
  At the same time, the girl sings:
  Glory to communism, glory,
  Tanks rush forward...
  Divisions in red shirts,
  Greetings to the Russian people!
  Christina mows down the Chinese with a machine gun. And she knocks them out with absolute force. She's such a delightful girl. And her hair is so golden and radiant that it's beyond words, beyond description, and a mixture of red and yellow.
  He hits the Chinese with great energy and sings:
  Brezhnev is a military glory,
  Brezhnev, the flight of our youth...
  Fighting and winning with song,
  Our people follow Brezhnev!
  Fighting and winning with song,
  Our people follow Brezhnev!
  Magda is a gorgeous girl-a honey-blond woman, piloting a Leopard and crushing a Chinese soldier with its treads. She's simply gorgeous. You could even say she's a super beauty. And she's giving the Chinese a hard time.
  Here she is, a girl from high society.
  And of course, why shouldn't she sing:
  Solar circle,
  The sky around...
  This is a girl's drawing!
  Hitler kaput,
  He's not cool,
  And the woman's voice is ringing!
  And so, four German warriors just went and showed everything. And started crushing the Chinese with increased enthusiasm. Not just girls - they were real Terminators.
  Alice and Angelica are firing sniper rifles at the Chinese. They've even upgraded their weapons to faster-firing ones. They need to kill enemies in large numbers. And so they fired at the warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  And of course they didn"t forget to sing:
  Let there always be sunshine,
  Let there always be heaven...
  Let there always be a mother,
  Let there always be me!
  And so the beauties went wild, simply superb. And their shots are so accurate and fast. There's no time to even count the dead; they kill several hundred Chinese a day. And they keep pressing forward like a toad on a writhing stool.
  Alice threw the explosive pea with her bare toes and chirped:
  And the girl has panties,
  She eats sheets of bronze!
  Angelica laughed and replied:
  I need to find a man,
  To kick some ass in a joke...
  I would ride him,
  I would really turn up the heat!
  And both girls - the blonde and the redhead - hit each other with their bare soles, so much so that sparks flew.
  Angelica threw a fragmentation grenade with her bare, muscular foot, a powerful and deadly weapon. And scattered it like a swarm of Chinese. Now that's a true red-haired warrior. And how wonderful she feels.
  Both girls are firing like crazy, and with their bare, graceful feet they throw gifts of annihilation.
  Well, war is war...
  Here are two eleven-year-old boys with red ties, Petka and Seryozhka, dropping fragmentation grenades on the Chinese using a flying kite.
  And they destroy the warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  Petka sang:
  And in the mountain silence, and in the starry heights,
  In the sea wave and furious fire!
  And in a furious, furious fire!
  And Seryozhka enthusiastically picked up:
  - There will be no place for Mao on Earth!
  And both boys stamped their bare feet and shouted:
  - For the Motherland! For Brezhnev!
  And the children fight very bravely. Their bare feet slap the grass.
  And they show ingenuity. For example, Lara uses a slingshot. And that's how she knocks out those Maoists.
  Although China is ostensibly ruled by communists, the plight of the working class is dire. And there are no rights-it's a totalitarian dictatorship.
  And so the Chinese captured the boy Vaska. And interrogated him. They clamped the child's bare feet in stocks and began beating his bare, round heels with bamboo sticks.
  Vaska screamed, it hurt, and the soles of his feet swelled and turned blue. Then the Chinese executioners brought a torch to them. The flame licked rapaciously at the child's heel, which had been beaten with sticks.
  This is the fate that awaited the young Leninists who were captured.
  And the Soviet girls kept fighting. Nicoletta, for instance, also fired a burst from her rapid-fire machine gun. And then, with her bare, chiseled foot, she hurled a grenade.
  After which she took and sang:
  Garlands sparkle in the pitch-black ether,
  Svarog stretched his sharp sword above us...
  Our Fatherland, Holy Russia, is behind us,
  The Almighty has rewound the clock for war!
  That's how the girl fought. She's a real fighter. And she demonstrates her exceptional skill.
  Nicoletta giggled and again tossed the pea of annihilation with her bare toes. And again, the Chinese scattered in all directions, like splashes of water.
  Tamara also launched something from a mortar at the Chinese. And it really had a devastating effect. The thunder was devastating. And the girl stamped her bare, chiseled feet and chirped:
  Our strength is great
  They cropped the rooster!
  Tamara is a magnificent warrior. And Alexandra, who's also incredibly tough, demonstrates her devastating and unique influence on the Celestial Empire's army. This girl puts on an outstanding performance.
  And the girl is a natural blonde. And very beautiful. She has so much charm and charisma.
  The girl Alla also fights desperately. She hits the Chinese and the special mechanical catapult. And she knocks them out in huge numbers. She's a girl-let's say she's the coolest. And she's an extremely accurate shot.
  The girl, of course, is wearing just a bikini-so gorgeous. And her legs are bare and graceful.
  What a beauty. These girls are the terror of all the armies in the world. Not girls, but superwomen. And with their bare toes they throw boomerangs that cut off the heads of Chinese soldiers.
  This is how the massacre takes place.
  Viola also attacks the Chinese with a powerful flamethrower. And burns them alive. Now that's real, and let's just say it's quite painful.
  Another girl, Oksana, also wields a powerful weapon and fires at Chinese soldiers. Her bare, chiseled feet brace themselves. The warrior is distinguished by her beauty and light-blond hair.
  And as soon as he throws a grenade, shrapnel flies in all directions, hitting the Chinese in large numbers.
  The girl sang with enthusiasm:
  You see the columns built from books,
  The heroes came out and became heroes,
  Only in struggle can one find happiness,
  And Brezhnev is ahead in the battle!
  And Brezhnev is ahead in the battle!
  Alina also fights with great enthusiasm. She fires a well-aimed burst, then launches a sharp disc with her bare toes. And cuts off the heads of Chinese soldiers. Afterwards, she sings:
  Minimum losses,
  Let's open the door to happiness...
  We will defeat China,
  Let's build a paradise!
  Maria also fights with great enthusiasm. And with her bare toes she throws daggers. And they stab the Maoists.
  The warrior shouts:
  - Glory to the era of communism!
  And how he will give a burst of fire to the enemies.
  Anyuta also beats the Chinese with great force and enthusiasm! She's a girl of great beauty and strength.
  And just as it diverges, it never comes together. Something extremely deadly is happening.
  And the warrior sings:
  May the USSR be in eternal glory,
  Great, boundless land...
  To my space power,
  The peoples of the world are a friendly family!
  And then he takes it and throws a grenade with his bare toes, with deadly force.
  Mirabella also fights. And she demonstrates how to fire with bubbles. They're fiery, and extremely flaming. What a turn and scope.
  The girl even sings:
  I'm in a bikini D'Artagnan,
  I'll strike such a blow...
  That you will run away at once,
  And you'll really hang yourself!
  The girl really is amazing. And she moves with the speed of a cobra.
  Masha also hits the Chinese and sings:
  - Moon, moon, flowers, flowers, in the name of the light of communism - hopes and dreams! And dreams!
  And Olympiada, with her bare, strong feet, throws a heavy barrel of explosives. And it explodes.
  And the mass of enemy soldiers is thrown high into the air.
  CHAPTER No 18.
  It's May 1, 1969. The Chinese infantry's onslaught continues unabated. Soviet troops are sometimes forced to retreat to avoid encirclement. War has become a unique phenomenon. The troops desperately need anti-personnel mines. And what else isn't being used? Including buckshot. And maybe machine guns with poison needles.
  And they pound the Chinese with great force. And they knock them out with colossal force. And a mass of corpses of narrow-eyed soldiers.
  Soviet tanks are working-there are a lot of them. They're armed with machine guns that fire at the soldiers of the Celestial Empire. And they're mowing down masses of soldiers. And there are mountains of Chinese corpses. And then there are tanks with flamethrowers, also incinerating the enemy. That's how Mao's troops are being killed.
  A vehicle appeared with a huge saw instead of a gun barrel. And it drives and saws, cutting everything in sight. More precisely, Chinese infantrymen. And that's also an interesting idea. This tank was called a fencing tank, and it took its place alongside the flamethrower. Such a formidable weapon. Against which Mao's ragged troops would be no match.
  The main thing is that the USSR has a wide variety of vehicles. Tanks are overwhelmingly dominant. They are removed from storage and transported to Siberia. And, of course, there are also armored personnel carriers and infantry fighting vehicles. And they are equipped with additional machine guns.
  Oleg and Margarita, those eternal children, were smashing the Chinese with special homemade devices. They were spitting lethal needles from what looked like miniature Katyusha rockets.
  And each needle contains a strong poison and flies with acceleration, piercing several Chinese soldiers at a time.
  And so they pounded, these eternal children from their death-defying devices. The Chinese tried to respond, firing shotguns and the rare American assault rifles.
  And sometimes Kalashnikovs were also encountered. And they were fired from them too.
  But the child geniuses got into the self-propelled gun and controlled the installation using joysticks.
  This was the coolest impact on the young supermen. They hit him with such energy.
  Oleg noted:
  "What a powerful weapon we've come up with. And it would be great to use it in computer games!"
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - For a computer game, that's great! But here we're killing real, living people!
  The boy pressed the buttons with his bare toes and sang:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For a new incentive...
  We will defeat the Chinese,
  Let Mao perish!
  And the child warriors burst out laughing. Oleg suddenly felt ashamed and disgusted at killing so many living people. It was truly cruel. And the dead Chinese probably had children who would mourn their father. How could anyone behave like that?
  But the USSR had to be saved. Mao decided that China had even more men than women, and that eliminating them would improve things. He could even introduce polygamy. And so it went.
  Oleg and Margarita are crushing the Chinese in their self-propelled guns, so that it will be more fun and their conscience won't torment them so much over the mass murder of people, they sing:
  I am a pioneer and this word says it all,
  It burns in my young heart...
  In the USSR, everything is sweet, believe me,
  We even open a door to space!
  
  I gave an oath to Ilyich then,
  When I stood under the banner of the Soviets...
  Comrade Stalin is simply ideal,
  Know the heroic deeds sung!
  
  We will never be silent, you know,
  We will speak the truth even on the rack...
  The USSR is a great star,
  Believe me, we will prove it to the whole planet!
  
  Here in the young heart the cradle sings,
  And the boy sings the anthem of freedom...
  The victories opened an endless account,
  People, you know it doesn't get any cooler!
  
  We defended young Moscow,
  In the cold, the boys are barefoot and in shorts...
  I don"t understand where so much strength comes from,
  And we send Adolf to hell at once!
  
  Yes, you can't defeat the pioneers,
  They were born in the heart of the flame...
  My team is a friendly family,
  We raise the banner of communism!
  
  Because you are a boy, that's why you are a hero,
  Fighting for the freedom of the entire planet...
  And the bald Fuhrer with a bang,
  As our grandfathers bequeathed in military glory!
  
  Don't expect mercy from us, Hitler,
  We are pioneers, children of giants...
  The sun is shining and it is raining,
  And we are forever united with the Motherland!
  
  Christ and Stalin, Lenin and Svarog,
  United in the heart of a young child...
  The pioneers will fulfill their glorious duty,
  A boy and a girl will fight!
  
  This guy is out of luck now,
  He was captured by the fanatical fascists...
  And the oar broke in this storm,
  But be a steadfast pioneer, boy!
  
  First they beat me with a whip until I bled,
  Then they fried the boy's heels...
  The Fritzes seem to have zero conscience,
  Madam put on red gloves!
  
  The boy's soles were burned by the red fire,
  Then they broke the boy's fingers...
  How the fascists stink,
  And in the thoughts of communism the sun has been given!
  
  They brought a flame into the child's chest,
  The skin is burnt and reddened...
  The dogs burned half of the pioneer's body,
  Not knowing the lawlessness of suffering!
  
  Then the evil Fritzes turned on the current,
  Electrons flew through the veins...
  Capable of putting us to waste,
  May you, children, not fall into hibernation!
  
  But the pioneer boy did not break down,
  Although he was tortured like a titan...
  The young boy sang songs bravely,
  To crush the fascist tyrant!
  
  And so he kept Lenin in his heart,
  The child's mouth has spoken the truth...
  Above the pioneer there is a glorious cherub,
  The boys of the world became heroes!
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - Good song, but now our enemy is Mao, not Hitler!
  Oleg noted:
  - Mao is the same Hitler in this universe, only older!
  Andreyka, a young pioneer boy, also threw a grenade of deadly force with his bare toes and tore the Chinese to pieces.
  And he continued to fire at them, quite deadly and destructively. Just like the other children. Both the boys and girls of the young Leninist battalion showed what they were capable of and what brave fighters they were.
  And the entire field was thickly strewn with Chinese corpses. But more and more of Mao's troops continued to press.
  The pioneer girl Masha started singing:
  I was born in a fairly wealthy house,
  Although the family is not noble, it is not at all poor...
  We were in this well-fed, bright lot,
  Even though we didn't have thousands in our savings book...
  
  I was a girl growing up a little,
  Trying on outfits in delicate colors...
  So I became a servant in this house,
  Without knowing any evil troubles!
  
  But then trouble happened, I was guilty,
  They drive me barefoot out the door...
  Such an outrage happened,
  Oh help me Almighty God!
  
  Bare feet walk on the pebbles,
  The gravel of the pavement knocks down the feet...
  They give me crumbs of bread as alms,
  And they'll just rot you with a poker!
  
  And if it rains, it hurts,
  It's even worse when it snows...
  It seemed like we had enough grief now,
  When will we celebrate success!
  
  But I came across a boy,
  He is also barefoot and very thin...
  But he jumps like a playful bunny,
  And this guy is probably cool!
  
  We actually became friends in childhood,
  They shook hands and became as one...
  Now we've clocked up the miles together,
  Above us is a golden-headed cherub!
  
  Sometimes we ask for alms together,
  Well, sometimes we steal in gardens...
  Fate sends us a test,
  Which cannot be expressed in poetry!
  
  But we overcome troubles together,
  A shoulder is offered to a friend...
  We collect ears of grain in the field in summer,
  It can be hot even in frosty weather!
  
  I believe that great times will come,
  When Christ the great God comes...
  The planet will become a blooming paradise for us,
  And we'll pass the test with straight A's!
  That's how the little pioneer girl sang such a beautiful song. And with her bare little toes, she hurled a lethal grenade, small in size but with great destructive power. And again, the Chinese scattered in all directions. That was a truly incredible battle.
  The children worked hard, and very energetically. And the girls were harassing Mao's troops. These are the beautiful Komsomol girls.
  And their feet are bare, and they throw peas of death at high speed.
  This is extremely energetic. That's what the girls here are like.
  And so reinforcements arrived from Japan for the war with China. Four female ninjas and a boy named Karyas. These were magnificent warriors who wielded katana swords. And a boy ninja with them. The warriors were wearing only bikinis, and their young companion, who looked about eleven years old, was wearing swimming trunks.
  The blue-haired ninja girl took a pair of swords and swung them around in a windmill, cutting down several Chinese soldiers.
  Then she took and threw with her bare toes a sharp disc, which cut the throats of several warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  And she sang in a full-sounding voice:
  - Glory to Japan! Glory to the ninja!
  The yellow-haired ninja girl also performed the windmill, and this time her bare foot launched a pea-sized explosive, scattering the Chinese in all directions.
  Then he yelps:
  - Banzai!
  A red-haired ninja swung her swords, performing a butterfly attack, and the heads of the Chinese fell. Then, with her bare toes, she launched a boomerang at the Celestial Empire warriors, cutting off their heads as well.
  And she exclaimed:
  - For the Emperor! Against China!
  The white-haired ninja girl swung her swords like propeller blades at the Chinese soldiers, cutting off their heads, and chirped:
  - We are mega-class fighters!
  And with her bare toes she threw a couple of needles with poison, piercing the warriors of the Celestial Empire.
  A very muscular and handsome boy named Karas, with light-blond hair, also performed a double-sword maneuver, sending Chinese heads flying. With his bare toes, he threw a lethal explosive, tearing apart the Celestial Empire warriors and exclaiming:
  - For the greatness of Japan and the USSR!
  So these five took on the Chinese. Four girls and a boy-which looked incredibly cool. And the way they chopped them up, blew them up, tore them apart, and dissected them. That was an extraordinary impulse.
  And the cutting of the Chinese army.
  Now, a tank with a cutting saw was used against Mao. More precisely, four long saws were mounted on the turret. And this machine was used experimentally. It was piloted by two girls: Tatyana and Daria. Naturally, they were beauties wearing nothing but bikinis, pressing joystick buttons with their bare toes. Tatyana was very beautiful. Daria was an extremely tough warrior.
  Both of them used their bare toes to steer. They did this successfully, and spun the machine with its huge chainsaws left and right. They literally gutted the Chinese.
  And it was somewhat reminiscent of a butcher, and the cutting of muscles and sinews.
  The girls, of course, also experienced the torment of killing people in the Soviet manner, but they acted bravely.
  Tatyana remarked with a sigh:
  - Why do we need such a war?
  Daria stated decisively:
  - We don't need her at all! And China doesn't either!
  And both warriors sang:
  And in war, and in war,
  Girls see a guy in their dreams!
  War, believe me, is crap.
  Just like in the movies!
  The warriors weren't in the best of spirits. Indeed, two recently fraternal, socialist countries were locked in mortal combat. And it was extremely nasty.
  And most importantly, the USSR doesn't need any extra land from China; God willing, it can fight it off! This is the kind of carnage that's happening.
  Albina and Alvina, two brave Soviet pilots, are firing from attack aircraft at Chinese infantry. They're firing quite hard, both with missiles and something lethal. They also have rocket-propelled grenades with extremely powerful fragmentation.
  These were made specifically for the war with China-to knock out as many infantry as possible. And it must be said that they succeeded.
  Albina pressed the button with her bare toes and sang:
  - Our native USSR is behind us,
  And in it we will build communism...
  Comrade Brezhnev is like a saint,
  All up, not one step down anymore!
  Alvina also took aim at the enemy. She shot down an enemy aircraft in the sky-it was an American plane sold to China-and squealed furiously:
  - The banner of October is with us!
  And both girls burst out laughing. They fight, of course, in nothing but bikinis. And it's very convenient and practical. It really is so nice and comfortable for a girl to be half-naked.
  Albina and Alvina launch deadly torpedoes and devastating gifts of annihilation from their machines. That's how awesome it is.
  The girls look so amazing and have amazing figures. They have amazing abs, luxurious, muscular thighs, and perky breasts. They're not just girls, they're models!
  While doing so they sang:
  Our faith consists in this,
  What are Lenin and Stalin for us?
  Let us raise our shield for the Fatherland,
  We will see communism in the distance!
  The warriors really are so magnificent - simply superb. And one might even say sexy.
  Natasha also fights with fury and abandon. She's such a cool girl. And with her bare feet, she throws deadly gifts of annihilation.
  The warrior fires a machine gun and roars:
  We will fight the enemy fiercely,
  The endless darkness of locusts...
  The capital will stand forever,
  May Moscow shine like the sun to the world!
  Zoya also fights with great vigor. She fires a machine gun, mowing down enemies and throwing gifts of annihilation with her bare, chiseled foot, singing:
  Ours inspired us to fight,
  Although at first glance it seems careless...
  Lord of the higher powers,
  Dear comrade Brezhnev!
  Augustina was also a very accurate shot. Which she did with great precision. Those girls were so fiery. And that's how they mowed down the Chinese.
  They wrote on them with great force and accuracy.
  The red-haired girl took it and sang:
  The morning paints red,
  The walls of the ancient Kremlin...
  The planet is waking up,
  The whole Soviet land!
  Svetlana, another fighting girl mowing down the Chinese, chirped:
  - Seething, powerful, invincible by anyone,
  My country, my land, you are my most beloved!
  So the girls bravely took on the enemy. And Mao's troops were in dire straits. How they were unceremoniously beaten. It was a murderous effect. And total destruction.
  Here the girls were firing at the enemy, and numerous machine guns were working. How they dealt with the enemies.
  And they were still firing mortars. Here, Grad rockets were firing at the Chinese infantry, causing devastation. The impact was so aggressive. And the bodies of the Celestial Empire's soldiers literally burned.
  The Soviet command tried to scale up the use of Grads to inflict maximum damage on the enemy. And the Chinese positions were simply decimated. When Grads cover a large area, enemy infantry becomes increasingly vulnerable, and the Celestial Empire loses too many of its own.
  But the Chinese don't spare the soldiers. And they throw them back into battle. They say women in the Celestial Empire are really good at giving birth. And the fighting escalates.
  The more powerful and sophisticated Uragan rocket system also works. And it operates virtually flawlessly. Even the barrels overheat from repeated firing.
  Veronica, shuffling her bare, slender feet, runs from one car to another and sings:
  Blue sea and boundless ocean,
  I splashed around like a baby in a cradle...
  The emerald colored wave wavered -
  Into the gentle whirlpool they were carried away into the distance without a goal!
  
  And then a brave young man appeared to me,
  The look pierced my heart with the tip of a dagger...
  Although the handsome guy has not yet shaved,
  I whispered to him with such feeling:
  
  I'm in love with you, you are beautiful and pure,
  I believe that love for a boy is endless...
  Let's spend a life full of happiness together,
  And in my young heart know that you will burn forever!
  
  My guy is beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless bright light...
  If necessary, you will shed blood for your country in battle,
  Open to your feelings, my native planet!
  
  So we splashed around until dusk,
  Cutting through the waves with your hands...
  And the eyes in the night of uncontrollability were stuck together,
  I danced the polka barefoot!
  
  And my lips are now joined with yours,
  And they came together in a bend, consider it a bend...
  This is what our youth will be like,
  And with the universal it will become an excess!
  
  I'm in love with you, you are beautiful and pure,
  I believe that love for a boy is endless...
  Let's spend a life full of happiness together,
  And in my young heart know that you will burn forever!
  
  My guy is beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless bright light...
  If necessary, you will shed blood for your country in battle,
  Open to your feelings, my native planet!
  
  That's when we splashed together to the limit,
  Immersed ourselves in these sweet moments...
  And then the guy and I had a good laugh,
  Showing your cheerful aspiration!
  
  Believe me, you and I will raise a child,
  So that he grows, creates inspiration without boundaries...
  The girls have a loud voice,
  There is no weakness, believe in forgiveness!
  
  I'm in love with you, you are beautiful and pure,
  I believe that love for a boy is endless...
  Let's spend a life full of happiness together,
  And in my young heart know that you will burn forever!
  
  My guy is beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless bright light...
  If necessary, you will shed blood for your country in battle,
  Open to your feelings, my native planet!
  
  So love me like your goddess,
  So that I could become the edge of the hyperuniverse...
  They won't steal your dream, believe me, one ruble at a time,
  With your most powerful strength and unwavering in battles!
  
  I'm in love with you, you are beautiful and pure,
  I believe that love for a boy is endless...
  Let's spend a life full of happiness together,
  And in my young heart know that you will burn forever!
  
  My guy is beauty, joy, peace and love,
  The embodiment of boundless bright light...
  If necessary, you will shed blood for your country in battle,
  Open to your feelings, my native planet!
  So the girls sang and reveled, launching live rounds at the Chinese hordes. And so many were killed that it's impossible to describe. Such was the incredible, massive scale of the battle.
  CHAPTER No 19.
  By May 9, 1969, Alma-Ata was almost completely captured. A landing force of time-travelers was sent to its rescue. In this case, Oleg Rybachenko and Margarita Korshunova commanded a children's battalion of boys and girls.
  It's already hot in Kazakhstan in May, and the hot sand burns the bare heels of the young pioneers.
  But they boldly go on the attack. And they shoot while moving, using special children's machine guns.
  Oleg Rybachenko fires with both hands. And the eternal boy, with his bare toes, throws peas of annihilation that tear his opponents apart.
  Margarita also shoots with both hands, using her bare, childish feet to launch poisonous needles, inflicting colossal damage on the Chinese. And more and more of them are being killed, literally mountains of corpses.
  The eternal boy Oleg sings and fires and throws lethal packages of small-sized explosives with a high-explosive effect:
  We are the pioneers, the children of communism,
  The fiery furnace hums like bronze...
  Under the banner of holy Leninism,
  We will arrange a rout for all the villains!
  
  They tied a bright red tie on us,
  What color are scarlet roses?
  And we will go bravely to the attack,
  The boy has grown up to perform feats!
  
  We pioneers will not give in to battle,
  Even a machine gun won't stop us, don't even dream about it...
  My feet are numb from the cold,
  But the children will still build paradise!
  
  We will also study excellently,
  We simply have countless fives...
  I made a draft of the essay myself,
  Because the boy has conscience and honor!
  
  When the jump is made from a tower,
  When you rush barefoot through the snow...
  We are such brave boys -
  What's bold, we can hit with our fist!
  
  Lenin himself tied a tie for the boys,
  Which is the color of the flame of hearts...
  And gave people eternal joy,
  The bourgeoisie and the nobility are finished!
  
  Yes, the USSR shines over the planet,
  Brings the light of salvation to all people...
  We will hold capitalism accountable,
  Let's open an unlimited account of victories!
  
  October is forever written in our hearts,
  Lenin rules the earth forever...
  The faces of children who are true to the truth shine,
  Let's fly towards the sun and our dreams!
  Boys and girls sang and fought, and their bare, childish feet used them to throw various deadly objects.
  And the children acted with colossal energy.
  And they stopped the advance of Chinese troops in the heavily damaged Alma-Ata. Mao's soldiers used catapults during the bombardment, as the Chinese lacked artillery. The fighting was fierce, and the Komsomol girls fought desperately. They were half-naked and beautiful.
  And here Alina fights very well. She mows down the Maoists with great success and zeal. A warrior fighting well in nothing but thin panties. She demonstrates her remarkable success. She's a fine fighter.
  And her bare foot throws a boomerang and cuts off General Mao's head. What a wonderful girl, simply superb.
  Alina sang:
  The anthem of my Motherland sings in my hearts,
  She is as beautiful as Lucifer...
  Hold the machine gun tighter, girl,
  Let the USSR be famous in battles!
  Alenka added with fury and, throwing a pea of annihilation with her bare toes, squeaked:
  - For Brezhnev!
  And the warriors burst out laughing.
  Oleg and Margarita used a homemade ultrasound device, mostly made from empty milk bottles, to grind Mao's soldiers into rubble. They turned into something damp and crumbly, like a mountain.
  Other pioneers fired bazookas and catapults. And while firing at the Chinese, the children sang:
  Pioneering over the world,
  The red flag is blooming,
  Lenin became our idol...
  We march firmly!
  
  We love to jump and run,
  Jumping upwards with a skipping rope...
  And then have lunch -
  Get an A for the lesson!
  
  Our camp is so beautiful,
  Scarlet flowers grow...
  Our wise team,
  Unprecedented beauty!
  
  The girls sing ditties,
  A boy cleans a machine gun...
  Children are collecting pears,
  This is the kind of squad we have!
  
  Pioneers are a force,
  They have the energy of elephants...
  The homeland will be happy,
  Know our best sons!
  
  We'll be on Mars soon,
  And we will fly to Sirius...
  There is happiness on the bright planet,
  And great peace reigns!
  
  We salute with honor,
  And on a hike a pioneer...
  We take revenge on aggression,
  This will be an example for the monster!
  
  Lenin will be with us in our hearts,
  From immortal forever...
  The door to space was opened,
  Sweet as a dream years!
  The children, as we see, are shooting with great energy and throwing deadly gifts of annihilation with their bare feet. They are such excellent fighters.
  Margarita, smiling, this eternal girl, chirped:
  Brezhnev may have been weak, but the USSR was a strong country!
  Oleg chirped with a sweet look:
  "I'll figure out a way to nip the Chinese in the bud, their army! They have tens of millions of soldiers. This isn't the Third Reich, it's something far worse!"
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - Not worse, but more in quantity!
  The boy-terminator noted:
  - Even if you unleash the coronavirus, it will hit us too!
  The terminator girl noted:
  - The coronavirus will hit the entire world! We are so happy about that!
  Oleg pressed the joystick button again with his bare toes and noted:
  - Yes, it can! But we can too!
  The children continued their work. The ultrasound was effectively destroying infantry. And most importantly, it emitted sound waves without interruption, thereby grinding down huge masses of soldiers and other combatants.
  And Oleg even switched it to automatic mode so that it would spin with the uniform extermination of the encroaching Chinese hordes.
  The boy replied with a sigh:
  "It pains me to kill living people. And that includes the Chinese, the Germans, and all those members of the human race that we destroy at the behest of higher powers!"
  The eternal girl answered with a sad smile:
  - Yes, it"s sad, but we must protect the USSR!
  Oleg sang with fury:
  I have to do this,
  This is my destiny!
  If not me, then someone, who!
  Who if not me!
  Margarita noted:
  - Better write your own, something interesting and great!
  The Terminator boy asked:
  - What do you want me to sing?
  The terminator girl replied:
  - Something about me! So lyrical!
  Oleg Rybachenko continued to press the buttons with his childish, bare feet and began to sing, composing as he went:
  My Princess Margaret,
  You are like a rosebud...
  My soul is open to you,
  It's like there are a million hearts!
  
  My heart burns brightly,
  It beats like a drum...
  Let's open our door to happiness,
  How bright are the rays of the sun!
  
  We can be like eagles over the world,
  Flapping my wings to soar...
  You became an idol for me -
  May the thread of life not be broken!
  
  Margot, you are a lady of fortune,
  Beautiful with hair like copper...
  There will be lyrical strings here,
  Although the bear roars sometimes!
  
  We fly up to the sky from the crowns,
  Which is beauty...
  We got up in the morning, bright and early,
  May my country flourish!
  
  We are like elves in this world,
  With its heavenly purity...
  We're flying with the girl, the light is on the air,
  The child with her will be mine!
  
  We love each other so passionately,
  The volcano rages in fury...
  And I believe that a miracle will happen,
  The hurricane of death will pass!
  
  Yes, the unimaginable light of the Fatherland,
  Forever in love in color...
  We look at the world as if through lenses,
  Let your dream come true!
  
  My beauty Margarita,
  Walk barefoot through the snow...
  The window is spacious and open,
  And you can't hit it with your fist!
  
  How come her feet don't get cold?
  The snowdrift caresses her heels...
  Powder falls from the sky,
  And the wind blows over the threshold!
  
  The girl feels great,
  All with his bare sole...
  The cold is not dangerous for her at all,
  And it's even cool to be barefoot!
  
  But now the snowdrifts have melted,
  And spring is blooming here...
  And there will be new updates,
  The girl is sweet and honest!
  
  Let's have a wedding with Margarita,
  There will be a magnificent diamond in it...
  So that there are no attacks from the thief,
  I've got my machine gun ready!
  
  Well, let's get married, beauty,
  Pendants that sparkled like diamonds...
  They sipped the wine along with the tea,
  And while drunk they punched me in the eye!
  
  A girl and a boy with rings,
  Nadel - a passionate kiss...
  It was as if heat was coming from a stove,
  The priest shouted: "Don"t be naughty!"
  
  Now she has a husband,
  And gave birth to three children...
  Their feet splash through the puddles,
  And pour down some rain!
  
  In short, there will be peace and happiness,
  All the thunderstorms of hell will cease to rumble...
  Believe me, the bad weather will end,
  And the guy and the girl will be happy!
  Margarita whistled and noted with a sweet smile:
  - Wonderful! Good song! I really liked it!
  Oleg stated:
  "Isn't there some way to neutralize the Chinese without killing them? My heart bleeds for these mass murders of living people. They're not guilty, they're just following orders. And orders from that crazy old man Mao!"
  The eternal girl shrugged and replied:
  "We'll definitely come up with something! It can't be that people are dying in such numbers for no reason!"
  The boy genius, continuing to operate the ultrasonic device, noted:
  "When the Great Patriotic War happened, millions of people also died without meaning or purpose. And even though the USSR won, it only slightly increased its territory, but at that price, it wasn't worth it!"
  Margarita replied with a smile, continuing to press the buttons with her bare toes:
  - True! But we weren't the first to attack!
  Oleg agreed:
  - No, not us! Although, for example, if you read Suvorov-Rezun, he thinks Hitler beat Stalin by only two weeks!
  The girl nodded, continuing to press with her bare toes:
  I read "The Icebreaker." There are a number of inaccuracies there. In particular, the IS-2 tank is overly praised, even though even the German T-4 could penetrate it frontally. And the Germans did have amphibious tanks, albeit in small numbers. And the Tiger prototype was created before the invasion of the USSR. And the Churchill tank was a superbly protected vehicle with satisfactory armament and driving characteristics. And the Sherman is no worse than the T-34, and maybe even better.
  The boy-terminator confirmed:
  - Some of his details are indeed inaccurate, but what about the tetralogy as a whole?
  Margarita shrugged, continuing to press the buttons of her homemade joystick with her bare toes, noting:
  On the one hand, it's true-the USSR was preparing for an offensive war. Even the Red Army regulations state that if the enemy forces war on us, the Red Army will become the most offensive army in the world. And Soviet films also said that we were taught to fight the enemy on his own territory. Besides, the Red Army troops were concentrated in the salients and weren't really prepared for defense. And overall, is it really true that the USSR was full of idiots who would behave so strangely? But if we take the theory that Stalin was preparing to strike first, that explains a lot.
  Oleg nodded with a smile:
  "Yes, Suvorov-Rezun is indeed inaccurate in some places. And flying tanks didn't appear in Russia even in the twenty-first century. And the German army had a couple of heavy vehicles in 1941-captured French ones. Plus there was the Matilda 2 captured from the British, and it was well protected, even better than the Soviet KV. So work on creating long-barreled guns in the Third Reich began even before the attack on the USSR. And Guderian apparently didn't know this when he said that a new long-barreled gun still needed to be developed. It was designed and even installed on some T-4 tanks. But then Hitler allowed himself to be persuaded that the Third Reich didn't need such a weapon. And as a result, it wasn't put into production. And if the T-4 with long-barreled guns had been mass-produced, the course of the war for the USSR could have been even worse."
  And the boy pressed the buttons again, with his bare, childish heel. And continued the extermination of the Chinese.
  Margarita, also pressing her fingers on the girl"s beautiful and graceful legs, asked:
  "And yet, whether Stalin intended to attack the Third Reich in 1941 remains an open question. I personally have no doubt that he wanted to conquer Europe. The Bolsheviks' ambitions are well known. And Stalin didn't churn out twenty-five thousand tanks and nearly thirty thousand aircraft of all types just to sit on the defensive. And it's only natural for a dictator to want new lands and subjects. True, European subjects are freedom-loving. But if they succumbed to Hitler, why shouldn't they succumb to Stalin?"
  The USSR constitution actually envisaged expanding to the point where it would absorb the last republic in the world.
  But in 1941, specifically? Didn't form twenty mechanized corps and reinforce them with the latest tanks, and master the latest aircraft? And didn't even provide the latest vehicles with sufficient ammunition? That's questionable!
  Oleg logically noted:
  But Hitler was building up the Third Reich's military potential. And there was a mutual race going on. Stalin was growing stronger, and so was the Third Reich. Although, if we assume that Hitler doesn't attack the USSR, but continues the war with Britain, what steps are possible?
  Margarita responded, continuing to emit ultrasound at the Chinese:
  First, the Nazis should have destroyed and captured the British base in Malta. Then, reinforce Rommel's corps and take Tolbuk, in order to advance on Egypt. A strike on Gibraltar wouldn't be a bad idea either. With the fall of this fortress, the Nazis would have been able to enter Africa by the shortest route. Then the Dark Continent could have come under their control. And after capturing Egypt, they could have moved on to the Middle East. And then on to Iran and India. Thus, theoretically, if Stalin continued to maintain friendly neutrality, the Nazis, together with the Japanese, could have seized all the British and European colonies, even before landing in the mother country itself.
  Oleg, this eternal boy, noted:
  - But in this case, Africa and the Middle East will absorb many German troops, leaving Europe exposed!
  Margarita, continuing to fire at the Chinese, nodded:
  - Of course! So, in any case, Stalin had no reason to attack on July 6, 1941. He should have waited until Hitler rushed to conquer the British colonies. And in that case, the best option would be for the Wehrmacht to reach India and South Africa, while simultaneously attempting to land in Britain, which is probably also possible!
  The boy fighter nodded and added:
  "So Stalin would have certainly attacked, but not in July 1941. Moreover, there wasn't enough fuel or ammunition to seize all of Europe, and German troops were mobilized and stationed along the border with the USSR."
  Warrior Girl added:
  But there's also the factor of surprise attack and the Wehrmacht's lack of preparation for defensive battles. If you look back at the history of the Great Patriotic War, the Nazis were particularly brilliant in the offensive, especially at the very beginning. But their defense was weak. Even during the operation on the Yelnya salient, Zhukov noted that the Germans were becoming confused and panicking under Soviet artillery fire. And in general, during the Great Patriotic War, only during the Rzhev-Sychovsk Offensive did the Germans demonstrate relative resilience in defense. Otherwise, they simply crumbled. In this regard, Operation "Storm" could have been victorious, despite all the problems the Red Army faced, including its lack of experience in serious combat. Well, unless you count the Finnish War, but that had a different set of circumstances. The Finns had virtually no tanks or aircraft. In short, Stalin had the same trump cards in the event of an attack as Hitler, who had attacked first. But did the Wehrmacht have a plan if Soviet troops had suddenly attacked them? Everything could have turned out really great!
  Oleg slapped his bare, childish foot and noticed:
  It's likely that a preemptive attack on the Third Reich would have been effective. But the question is, did Stalin realize this? We can only say that now, with hindsight, when we know what had already happened. And how did the leader reason without hindsight? He was quite cautious. For example, he never dared to launch a liberation operation against Tito's fascist regime. And the Third Reich's prestige was high. Not to mention Ukraine, which they were counting on pelting with hats. And Soviet intelligence greatly exaggerated the figures for the Wehrmacht's strength. So... It's not a fact. I don't even rule out the possibility that Stalin, even if Hitler had sent dozens of divisions to Africa and the Far East, would have continued to procrastinate and postponed a decision on Operation Storm until Britain had capitulated. And then it would have been too late to fight. And perhaps Hitler would have attacked the USSR in 1943 or 1944, having Tiger, Lion, Panther, Maus tanks, and jet aircraft!
  Margarita noted:
  "Or maybe Hitler didn't attack? If he and the Japanese had managed to seize all the British colonies, why attack the USSR? Germany already has so much territory, after all its conquests, that it would take decades to digest it. Why would he need the USSR with its harsh winters and fanatical Bolsheviks?"
  Oleg responded logically, continuing to press the joystick buttons and reduce the Chinese army to dust:
  Hitler primarily needed Ukraine with its rich black soil. That's why he could have attacked the USSR. Moreover, Africa has everything but black soil.
  The girl, pressing her fingers on the joystick, noted:
  "But in the equatorial belt, you can harvest three or four crops a year. With proper agricultural organization, the Third Reich could have gotten by without Ukraine. And Africa already has all the resources, including labor. Plus, there's India, and there are plenty of human resources there."
  Oleg noted:
  - All the more reason! Why would Hitler feel sorry for them? He could have sent them against the USSR, let them decimate the excess population. No, I still don't think Hitler would have tolerated Stalin. Plus, the USSR could have developed an atomic bomb and launched a missile at Berlin. I think the Führer would have wanted to get rid of that threat. And if he had managed to defeat the USSR, the next step would have been an attack on Japan. The Führer wouldn't have tolerated such a dangerous and fanatical competitor either. Isn't that clear?
  Margarita giggled and replied, continuing to hammer away at the Japanese:
  - Of course, it's understandable! There are some animals that never have enough territory. And unfortunately, that's a given! But now Mao has attacked the USSR. And he doesn't care how many Chinese die, let alone how many Soviet people.
  The boy warrior noted, wincing, that the smell of an abundance of decomposing corpses had become so strong:
  "Yes, we're doing a great job. We're really clearing out the enemy now. And our victory is inevitable! Although I won't hide the fact that the road ahead is still long. But we broke Hitler's back in battle, we'll freeze off Bonaparte's ears, I know the distances of communism, and we'll push back the Chinese army!"
  The child warriors sang with enthusiasm:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits!
  Those who long to break the shackles!
  Victory awaits, victory awaits!
  We will be able to defeat China!
  CHAPTER No 20.
  May turned out to be quite hot in Siberia and Central Asia. The Chinese had managed to take Bishkek, the capital of Kyrgyzstan, but fighting continued for Alma-Ata. Soviet troops stubbornly clung to every last stone. Vladivostok was also cut off, but it heroically defended itself. Surrounded by powerful forts, the Soviet Red Army fought desperately, holding off Mao's superior forces. Food supplies in Vladivostok should have lasted for a long time. But the high consumption of ammunition during the constant assaults was a concern.
  Therefore, Soviet transports occasionally broke through to Vladivostok. Fortunately, the Chinese navy was weak. And Soviet submarines were dominant, even launching missile strikes deep into the Celestial Empire. So Mao was forced to hide in a bunker deep underground or retreat farther from the coast.
  The war continued. The Chinese continued to advance. In these battles, the USSR adopted a new strategy: using tanks for defense. And most importantly, sending large numbers of them against infantry. Machine guns were becoming increasingly popular. The T-11 had eight machine guns and a cannon firing high-explosive fragmentation shells. And this tank was operating at full capacity.
  The Chinese bought equipment from the US on credit. But American aircraft still require training. Tanks, on the other hand, are easier to operate. But American tanks are already inferior to Soviet ones, and they're supplying obsolete and even decommissioned vehicles. Take, for example, even the old Shermans. It really is easier to scrap them that way.
  But the main force is the Chinese infantry. And it is advancing like lava from a volcano.
  Elena, for example, uses a T-11 tank against Mao's soldiers. She works alongside other girls. The warriors slightly modernized the cannon. They made the 130mm gun more rapid-fire. They also used special shells that produced more fragmentation.
  Ekaterina noted:
  - The unique nature of war. The Chinese, for example, can simply throw grenades at us.
  Elizabeth pressed the button with her bare toes and released machine-gun streams, noting:
  - We must not let them within throwing distance!
  Efrasinya giggled and fired at the enemy, scattering the opponents, and said:
  - May communism be with us!
  The four girls on the tank worked well. They shot, they smashed, and sometimes they even used the tracks.
  Elena noted:
  "The Germans were fewer in number than us, but they were very skilled! And the Chinese literally overwhelmed us with their corpses. They are strong in numbers."
  And the girl pressed the joystick buttons with her graceful feet. And cooed:
  -Neither we nor China need this war!
  Catherine noted:
  - And Hitler didn't need a war with us. He grabbed so much territory!
  Elizabeth chirped:
  - So that we can grab it for our great joy! So that we can grab it for our great joy!
  And the girl went and fired a high-explosive shell at the Chinese. How many of them were blown to pieces.
  The heavy Soviet tank continued to advance, crushing the Chinese with its tracks. From time to time, grenades struck it, scratching its hull.
  The Soviet command tried to use tanks on a massive scale.
  And now a whole line of them is moving, firing machine guns, knocking out the Chinese infantry. The soldiers of the Celestial Empire are trying to fire at the tanks, either with small cannons, including World War II-era 45s, or even using catapults made from sticks.
  A Soviet tank column is advancing and pressing the Maoists. The grass is burning, and a huge number of Chinese corpses are scattered about, and their number is growing. This is a dark story.
  And they're pounding the Chinese from the air. They're suffering huge losses, but they keep advancing, and some of the Celestial Empire's soldiers reach the tanks and batter their armor with sticks.
  And they feel like they're being scorched by a flamethrower. And the Chinese are actually burning alive.
  Elena noted with a sigh and, pressing the joystick buttons with her bare toes, began to sing:
  Killing people is a bad thing,
  No one in the world can understand...
  What a great torment this is,
  A surprisingly large flour,
  Deliciously large flour,
  Send yourself fire without knocking,
  And brutally kill the Chinese!
  The girls whispered a prayer in unison and crossed themselves, sighing and asking the Almighty for forgiveness for their unintentional sin.
  The war continues, and so does life. Adala and Agatha, two girls, are flying a strategic bomber. They're carrying out a strike deep in China. They need to bomb an artillery factory.
  Two girls, almost naked, in thin panties, and both blondes. So, frankly, beautiful and sexy. These are real heroine women.
  They fly into the depths of China and sing:
  My native, native, native land,
  Plains and steppes, forests and fields!
  Given to us in our hearts by the Lord's destiny,
  You are alone in the world and alone in your heart!
  The warriors, finding themselves above Shanghai, bank and drop their deadly gifts of annihilation. And then the bombs fall on Mao's munitions factory, and collapse, and the walls of the plant collapse like a house of cards. That's how it works. Thick clouds of smoke billow upward.
  Agatha giggles and coos, baring her teeth:
  The girl will be successful,
  She is the strongest!
  Adala, in response, says with a sweet smile:
  We are the strongest in the world,
  We'll flush all our enemies down the toilet!
  After which the girls burst out laughing. And their giggles are so cheerful and rousing.
  The girls' bare, sculpted feet deftly press the joystick buttons. They're absolutely gorgeous. And truly beautiful, absolutely stunning.
  Agatha took it and chirped:
  The second shell hit the hood,
  And the second pilot became a cancer!
  And how he laughed. The girl imagined herself with a guy. And it would be great and awesome. A real woman needs sex. And a lot of it-it rejuvenates her.
  Adala laughed and added:
  - We will grind down all the enemies, and there will be banzai!
  And the warriors dropped another bomb. They hit the buttons with their bare, round heels and flew back.
  The girls ran and sang:
  We are the girls of the cosmic path,
  The brave ones flew on starships...
  In fact, we are the bread and salt of the Earth,
  We can see communism in the distance!
  
  But we flew into a loop of time,
  In which there is no room for sentimentality...
  And the enemy was greatly astonished,
  No need for unnecessary sentimentality, sister!
  
  We can fight with a fierce enemy,
  That we are being attacked like an evil tsunami...
  We will zealously arrange a rout for the orclair,
  Neither sabers nor bullets will stop us!
  
  Girls need order in everything,
  To show how cool we are...
  The machine gun accurately fires at the orcs,
  Throwing a grenade with bare feet!
  
  We are not afraid to swim in the sea, you know,
  Now the girls are glorious pirates...
  If necessary, we will build a bright paradise,
  These are the soldiers of the twenty-first century!
  
  The enemy does not know what he will get,
  We are capable of stabbing daggers in the back...
  The Orkshites will suffer a fierce defeat,
  And we will set up our own brigantine!
  
  There are no cooler girls in the whole country,
  We release lightning at the orcs...
  I believe the sunny dawn will come,
  And the evil Cain will be destroyed!
  
  We will do this sisters at once,
  That the troll will fly apart like grains of sand...
  We are not afraid of the evil Karabas,
  Barefoot girls don't need shoes!
  
  We shoot very accurately, you know,
  Zealously mowing down the Oklerovites...
  The servants of Satan have invaded us,
  But girls, know that glory will not pass you by!
  
  This is what we are capable of doing in this battle,
  Cut down the aggressive orcs into cabbage...
  But know our word, not a sparrow,
  The enemy doesn't have much time left!
  
  You won't understand what the girls were fighting for,
  For bravery, for the fatherland and for a man...
  When the enemy sows evil lies,
  And the boy is lighting a torch here!
  
  There will be no place for enemies anywhere, know this,
  We girls will sweep away their powder...
  And there will be paradise on our planet,
  We will rise as if from the cradle!
  
  If you need to cut a sharp sword,
  Streaming from machine guns like a downpour...
  And the thread of silk life will not be broken,
  Some will die and others will come!
  
  Raise your glass to our Rus',
  The wine is foamy, the color of emerald...
  And strike at Orkler,
  To be strangled by rotten Judas!
  
  In the name of honor, conscience, love,
  A glorious victory will come to the girls...
  Let's not build happiness on blood,
  Don't cut your neighbor into pieces!
  
  Believe me, we girls are brave,
  In everything we can do, we do it with dignity...
  The fierce beast roars, I know, in battle,
  We will fly very freely!
  
  The sea surface sparkles like emerald,
  And the waves splash like a fan in the caress...
  Let the scum orcs die,
  The bald devil doesn't have long left!
  
  That's how good girls are,
  I glimpse the bare heels of beauties...
  We will sing very boldly from the heart,
  The backpack is filled with hyperplasma!
  
  The greatness of girls is in this,
  That the enemy will not bring them to their knees...
  And if necessary, he will move with an oar,
  Damned evil orc fiend Cain!
  
  The scale of the girls' events is great,
  They are capable of breaking all cheekbones...
  Our hope is a solid monolith,
  The bald Fuhrer is already blown away!
  
  We are rushing into battle as if to a parade,
  Ready to defeat your enemies by playing...
  I believe there will be a great result,
  Greatness blooms like roses in May!
  
  Here she threw the dagger with her bare heel,
  He plunged his sword into the orc king's throat at once...
  The girl of death is apparently the ideal,
  In vain did this demon exalt himself!
  
  The donkey released a fountain of blood,
  He threw away his wild hooves at once...
  And the bald devil king collapsed under the table,
  His orcish head is smashed!
  
  We pirates are great fighters,
  They showed such a virtuoso class...
  Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,
  The distances of Soltsenism are already sparkling!
  
  When we seize the royal throne,
  Then the coolest part will begin...
  The slave will not groan,
  Reward is something that can be earned!
  
  And then we will create, believe me, a family,
  And the children will be great and healthy...
  I love the new world, the color of joy,
  Where the children dance in circles!
  That's how the girls sang and their bomber landed.
  And so the fuel tanks exploded and the plane stopped dead. That's how it was in combat.
  The girls jumped out of the car, their bare, chiseled, tanned feet slapping. Several boys, also barefoot and wearing shorts, their bare heels flashing, began loading a new supply of bombs. It was very energetic work.
  Adala sang with a smile:
  A dog can bite,
  Just from a dog's life...
  Only from life, from a dog's life,
  A dog can bite!
  Agatha giggled and replied:
  - And we are she-wolves - seasoned warriors!
  And she took it and stuck out her tongue.
  Anastasia Vedmakova was firing from her stormtrooper. She's a very beautiful red-haired warrior. And with her bare, chiseled feet, she presses the joystick buttons.
  Anastasia giggles and sings:
  Glory to communism, glory,
  Tanks rush forward...
  Our cool country,
  And the powerful Soviet people!
  Akulina Orlova was also active and pounded the Maoists. And the warrior became tough. And her bare feet were extremely nimble. And her fingers moved energetically.
  Akulina noted, nodding her head vigorously and humming:
  - Our Communist Party is strong! It amazes the world!
  The warriors were at work. Margarita Magnetic launched a dozen missiles, pounding the enemy and knocking out a mass of Chinese troops. The fighting was extremely energetic.
  All three girls shouted in unison:
  Let us go into battle for Holy Rus',
  We will break Mao's back...
  We will defeat the Chinese firmly,
  Let our feat be praised!
  The three witch girls attacked Mao's troops with colossal energy. They acted with great courage and skill. Such remarkable warriors.
  Attack aircraft used needle rockets to knock out large masses of infantry.
  Anastasia Vedmakova recalled how she fought alongside Chapayev. It was from her that the fame of Anka the Machine Gunner, the legendary girl who ran barefoot in any weather, began.
  And this redhead did a lot of things. And during the Great Patriotic War, Vedmakova fought in the winter near Moscow wearing nothing but a bikini. Such a cool and gorgeous woman.
  Anastasia remembered how she saved a Komsomol member. The girl had been stripped down to her panties and dragged half-naked through the freezing cold. Her bare feet turned scarlet, like a goose's.
  Anastasia wrote about the fascists, and such things happened that it"s impossible to describe in a fairy tale or with a pen.
  The warriors mowed down the Nazis and freed the Komsomol member. And both girls had bare, pink heels. Such wonderful beauties.
  Anastasia leaned over and kissed the girl's bare feet, and he felt better. It felt good to have your feet kissed. Especially the soles, red from the cold and ticklish.
  The girls, let's say, are magnificent. Very beautiful indeed.
  Margarita Magnitnaya also fought against the Nazis in her time. And there she covered herself in glory. She even received the Hero of the USSR star.
  These are the girls here. Their bodies are tanned and muscular. And they love lovemaking, especially when the guys give them massages.
  These are the girls here.
  When rockets fly and rain down on the enemy, they leave their tails in flight and knock them out completely. Fighters are destroyed, arms and legs flying everywhere. The Chinese will be dealt with like this by Brezhnev's Extreme Army. That's the balance.
  Akulina Orlova is a very curvy, tanned, strong, barefoot, and almost naked girl. What a stunning beauty.
  Three witch girls-perpetually fresh as daisies. But they're already quite old. And the three of them once defended Mount Vysokaya.
  And then they literally mowed down the Japanese with machine guns. They advanced like kamikazes. When the girls ran out of ammunition, they threw explosive packets with their bare toes. And they routed the samurai. And the warriors used their swords.
  And so they fought. But they still couldn't hold Mount Vysokaya. But they showed their valor and bravery. Not warriors, but giants of war.
  They can do phenomenal things. And they demonstrate their superb class.
  And of course, their legs are very seductive. There are girls everywhere.
  Alice and Angelica are already firing high-speed submachine guns to mow down more Chinese.
  Both warriors are so lovely. Alice is a charming blonde, slender and muscular, and Angelica is a redhead, more massive and tall. Their feet are bare, graceful, very seductive, and their heels are round, pink, very attractive.
  And they throw up peas of death with deadly force. Such wonderful, stunning warriors here.
  And they shoot so accurately from submachine guns, and every bullet finds its target in the face of a Chinese soldier or officer.
  Alisa and Angelica only look young. But they actually fought in the Great Patriotic War. Back then, the warriors reached Berlin and even infiltrated the Imperial Chancellery. They didn't manage to capture Hitler-he shot himself.
  But they fought gloriously. They fought, in particular, against Salamanders-German HE-162 fighters. And Alisa, for example, could shoot down these machines with a sniper rifle. Shooting down a jet fighter with a bullet-that takes skill.
  Angelica wasn't quite as good at shooting, but she could throw explosives and boomerangs far with her bare toes. And she was incredibly effective at knocking out her opponents.
  The two girls are exceptionally good. They camouflage themselves and maneuver. The Chinese can easily throw grenades. Moreover, some of the grenades were made from clay and black powder. There aren't enough weapons for all the Chinese. This was still 1969. This isn't the formidable China of the twenty-first century, when its economic and military might became dangerous and developed. This is still the China of Mao's time-the largest country in the world by population, but economically and technologically backward, lacking a powerful military-industrial complex; local weapons are produced in a home-made manner. The US and NATO countries are increasingly supplying some of them. But that's a recent development.
  The USSR is still a country full of strength-wow! After Nikita Khrushchev's less-than-convincing seven-year plan, Prime Minister Kosygin's next five-year plan was brilliant. And the USSR is now at its peak. Incidentally, the US is also at war-in Vietnam! And they don't have any spare weapons; they need them for their own conflict.
  Alisa fires bursts and mows down the Chinese with great precision. And Augustina also fires with great accuracy, though not as phenomenally as her blonde friend. She also throws grenades over long distances, which tear the Chinese to shreds.
  The girls are moving again, very deftly. The Grad rockets are also starting to fire, with great intensity. And the girls are hitting very hard.
  Veronica noted with a smile that she was sparkling like pearls:
  - Brezhnev and Stalin are with us!
  Victoria confirmed:
  - And Vladimir Ilyich! Glory to communism!
  The girls were aiming an even more powerful rocket system, the Uragan, which had a very destructive effect.
  Tamara is incredibly smart. She can press joystick buttons with her bare feet. And she's been beating up Maoists. These girls are amazing.
  Valentina also launches a rocket system. In this case, it's the "Bear." It's also an extremely powerful system. And what a blast it is. It launches fifty rockets at once, in a staggered pattern. And they incinerate several hectares of land, including Chinese infantry.
  The girl has very beautiful and seductive bare feet. And she uses them.
  The warriors sing:
  In the starry heights like diamonds,
  A multitude of sparkling luminaries...
  The knights show their talents,
  Revealing legions of power!
  
  The daughters of the gods are barefoot in winter,
  To rush with a bare heel through the snow...
  We are eagles in battle anyway,
  I'll smash the goblin with my swords!
  
  Believe me, Elvenism will be built,
  You know, we are on equal terms with the Gods...
  The boy will become a valiant hero,
  Life will be like it was under the tsars!
  
  We fight like giants,
  We can even roar loudly...
  The girls are united with the Motherland,
  Even a bear can't compare in strength!
  
  There are mighty expanses ahead,
  And we will show our fangs with a grin...
  If necessary, we will move mountains,
  Let's smash the mighty regiments!
  
  The girls are cool like tigresses,
  If necessary, they will tear the elephant apart...
  And the queens are bright in beauty,
  They jump out of the window like cats!
  
  The word weakness is not familiar to girls,
  They also don't know shame, believe me...
  But they will bring joy to the husband,
  And even the fiercest beast will become silent!
  
  For girls, nothing is scary,
  For them, Leo is just a puppy...
  And it"s dangerous to get involved with the young,
  They will lock everyone up!
  The girls continued to fire rocket launchers at the Chinese with great force. They are very beautiful, in just a bikini, very slim and shapely, with luxurious hips, high breasts, thin waists, and abs like chocolate bars, and the girls' bronze skin shines with sweat, as if polished and polished, super.
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