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Stalin Falls Into Putin

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    After his death, Stalin's soul enters the body of Russian President Putin on February 23, 2022. Tomorrow, the SVO will begin, and now it will be led by Stalin's spirit in the body shell of the Russian president. Will the brilliant generalissimo be able to avoid the mistakes made and victoriously end the war with Ukraine and the collective West faster and with less bloodshed?
  STALIN FALLS INTO PUTIN
  ANNOTATION
  After his death, Stalin's soul enters the body of Russian President Putin on February 23, 2022. Tomorrow, the SVO will begin, and now it will be led by Stalin's spirit in the body shell of the Russian president. Will the brilliant generalissimo be able to avoid the mistakes made and victoriously end the war with Ukraine and the collective West faster and with less bloodshed?
  PROLOGUE
  Stalin's soul resembled a body, only younger and fresher, and was translucent. It was like a transparent hologram, or maybe a pillar of light. And perhaps closest to an aura, which most people do not see at all, but it exists and is quite bright. And this soul flew into the palace of the Russian deity-demiurge Svarog.
  And the palace of the Russian Gods-Demiurges was so magnificent that neither a fairy tale nor a pen can describe it. It is a marvelous and wondrous miracle. A combination of jewels, many of which have no analogues on Earth, and the most luxurious flowers.
  Stalin's spirit flew over the colorful mosaic floor of the most magnificent palace that human imagination could not even imagine, and found itself at the throne.
  The patron of Russia and creator of the Universe Svarog was very majestic in appearance, young, handsome and with a powerful presence. His armor sparkled brighter than gold leaf. And a thunderous voice proclaimed:
  - I greet you, the greatest Ruler of Russia in history!
  Stalin's soul bowed, and the leader replied:
  - And I greet you, patron of gunsmiths and Father of God of the Russian people!
  Svarog nodded and remarked:
  - You are worthy of the highest award in Iria, but... Your price of victories is too high. Too much Russian and non-Russian blood has been spilled!
  Stalin nodded and replied:
  - Alas, my dear, war does not come without victims. And how else can you unite a country, especially one shaken by revolution, if not through repression?
  Svarog nodded:
  - There is some truth in that. But before you accept your reward in heaven, you should still serve Russia!
  The leader said confidently:
  - I am ready, oh greatest one!
  The demiurge god declared:
  - We will transfer your soul into the body of the ruler of Russia in 2022, so that you can do everything right, and instead of the cruel, multi-year slaughter between the Slavs, create a unification of the fraternal Ukrainian and Russian peoples.
  Stalin asked in surprise:
  - But don"t Russians and Ukrainians live in the same state, the USSR?
  Svarog answered in a thunderous voice:
  - Unfortunately, no! And you have to fix it. You are the wisest of all the rulers of Russia in history, the only one who can restore the USSR without much bloodshed.
  The spirit of the leader of all times and peoples answered:
  - I am ready! They will serve Russia and restore the USSR, no matter what difficulties they had to overcome on their way... But I do not promise a little bloodshed, and I cannot promise it!
  Svarog replied:
  - Avoid unnecessary blood and take care of the people, be cunning and smart, and remember, after death life is just beginning!
  After which a thousand lightning bolts flashed at once, and Stalin"s soul rushed through space and time.
  . CHAPTER No 1.
  Stalin moved into Putin's body early in the morning of February 23. It took him a little while to come to his senses and get used to the memory of his former host. Putin, the ruler, was no longer young, but in satisfactory physical shape. He did some more or less exercise, although he had been ill. But he was not yet seventy years old, and had no bad habits. Stalin himself died at seventy-four (officially he was seventy-three) and was not in very good physical shape. Bad habits had an effect: smoking, often immoderately, drinking (though the wine was natural and very good!), and working at night. Stalin, however, was a night owl, and for him, for example, it was not as comfortable to work during the day as at night.
  And this ruler, into whom the leader has moved, is ambitious, maybe even excessively so. But at the same time, his country is not that strong. Especially in the economy, and the population is small. Especially the Russian population, which is decreasing, and the Muslims are growing. Here he is, Stalin in the thirties, pursuing an anti-religious and anti-Muslim policy in the USSR. And quite successfully. They managed to suppress the Basmachi in Central Asia and close most of the mosques. During the Great Patriotic War, the patriarchy was revived, but the church was under the strict control of the NKVD, and priests and mullahs served the state. And after the war, anti-religious agitation began again. Communism and Orthodoxy, and Islam are incompatible. And this ruler is gradually leading to the fact that the percentage of Russians in Russia is decreasing, and the share of the Islamic population is growing, which in the not too distant future threatens either disintegration or complete cultural oblivion of the Slavs, or maybe even physical destruction.
  And now the Russian army is ready to invade Ukraine. And the general opinion is - we'll throw our hats in the face. Really, what is the Ukrainian army? They couldn't defeat twenty thousand militias and volunteers from the LNR and DNR, and they were beaten by them. And Putin stopped the militias in vain. They could have been given the opportunity to reach the borders of the Donetsk and Lugansk regions, and they could even go to Kyiv. Just help them a little with weapons and volunteers. But then Russia had too much money in foreign accounts, and they were afraid of losing it.
  How stupid, planning a hybrid war with the West, while keeping hundreds of billions of dollars there.
  The money could be placed in China, India, Arab countries, Africa, and so on.
  The ruler, into whom the greatest leader of all times and nations had entered, was not distinguished by farsightedness and long-range foresight. As even his comrades said: Putin is a tactician, not a strategist. But Joseph had a combination of both. And he received his power in a stubborn struggle, and was not simply appointed as a successor.
  Well, Yeltsin is a zero-level ruler. He even managed to lose the war in Chechnya. And how long is that Chechnya? So Stalin took all the Chechens in twenty-four hours and loaded them into train cars and sent them to Kazakhstan.
  Does Putin trust Ramzan Kadyrov too much, who killed the first Russian at the age of fifteen? For example, the leader did not give posts in the GDR to former SS men, even to those who had merits before the communists.
  Doubts immediately arise in the Generalissimo's mind. Yes, Putin had achievements, including in the economy. But this is more due to the colossal prices of oil and gas, and other raw materials. The country, Russia is capitalist, market-oriented, and in terms of the number of dollar billionaires it ranks second in the world, second only to the United States.
  Thus, the bourgeois regime wants to fight the bourgeoisie in the West. But will it work in such a scenario? Can a smaller capitalist force defeat a larger one?
  Stalin, and even earlier Lenin, created a unique state and a political and economic system that was much more effective than capitalism.
  And today's Russia is imbued with the bourgeois spirit and is hardly capable of great achievements.
  Stalin raised his head and looked around the office of the Russian president. On the walls hung several portraits painted in oil on canvas. These were portraits of Suvorov and Kutuzov in gilded frames and painted by great artists. The orders on the uniforms were sparkling. Of course, Peter the Great, where would we be without his portrait.
  By the way, on the president's desk there is a statue of the first Russian emperor, cast from red gold. And also a horseman with a sabre, but with Mongoloid features - this is Genghis Khan.
  Putin likes Peter the Great and Genghis Khan the most - statesmen and conquerors. Well, really - a worthy choice. Stalin himself was called Genghis Khan with a telephone.
  Further on hangs a world map made of precious mosaic. There the countries are marked with different colors, which is extremely beautiful.
  It"s impossible to describe in a fairy tale or with a pen - a luxurious office, completely in the spirit of the Russian tsars.
  The king, as befits him, lives in the palace. And this is quite natural.
  Stalin even jokingly sang:
  The Tsar commands his boyars,
  Without wasting time...
  And the queen and the offspring,
  Secretly throw into the abyss of waters!
  And he sat down in the chair again. A very beautiful blonde girl in a short skirt and high-heeled shoes entered the office. She brought orange juice with cocoa. And she put the glass down, taking it off the gold tray. She smelled strongly of expensive French perfume. Her legs were strong, tanned, without tights, very seductive. And she herself was so athletic and graceful, just lovely.
  Stalin felt a desire within himself, and with an effort of will he squeezed out:
  - You can go!
  The girl clicked her heels and left. The leader looked at the table. This thing, which stood at the edge of the table, was a laptop, as Stalin's memory of the previous carrier told him. That is, it is a computer, but a more advanced one, of the future.
  How many possibilities it has. By the way, Putin really liked to play military-economic strategies. Especially "World Conquest". For example, there is a map of Russia and other countries. You attack them, and there is a war in the form of a real-time strategy.
  You have resources and a dozen worker units. Then you build a public center to produce even more workers, then barracks, factories for the production of weapons, etc. And you start producing tanks, and planes. And your opponent does the same.
  The amount of resources and especially money depends on which country you attack. The larger the country and the more economically developed it is, the more opportunities it has and the harder it is to win.
  Stalin sighed heavily. In the very last year of his rule, Professor Lebedev and his group created some semblance of an electronic machine, but the leader did not live to see the advent of games.
  In general, a dictator must be immortal in order to have time to conquer the whole world.
  Putin dreams of world domination, and Stalin wanted it too. Although, of course, they didn't talk about it openly.
  Stalin planned to win the third world war. And he was aiming for 1955, 1956. There was nowhere to put it off any longer - the US nuclear potential was growing, and it was possible to simply destroy the planet in a nuclear war.
  However, the USSR was not ready yet. In particular, the navy had not yet been built. Especially battleships and aircraft carriers, and it was necessary to manage to do this at a rapid pace.
  Another problem for the USSR was that it failed to create a sufficiently successful heavy tank. The IS-4 was produced in small batches and turned out to be too heavy. The IS-7 was even heavier, although the tank was undoubtedly good. But Stalin was planning a war with the USA, and a seventy-ton vehicle was poorly suited for airborne landings. The T-54 tank, on the one hand, had good armor and decent armament, but its driving characteristics were even worse than those of the T-34.
  The leader began to drink orange juice mixed with cocoa and thought. It seems that tomorrow a special operation against Ukraine should begin. And everyone thinks that it will be a small, victorious war. And not only the Russian General Staff, but also foreign experts do not believe that Ukraine will hold out for more than a week. And it seems that Putin is expecting another triumph.
  Stalin was not sure, if everything was so simple, then he would not have been sent to Putin's body. So there were problems, and problems, let's say, considerable ones.
  It reminds me of the Russo-Japanese War. There was an idea back then that Asians couldn't compete with Russians. And they were also counting on a small, victorious war. And so they prepared half-heartedly. And they were confident of victory, and an easy victory at that. And it wasn't just the tsarist government that thought so. They thought so in Europe and the USA too. And everyone was extremely surprised that the war began with Japanese victories and Russian losses.
  And they waited for a long time for the Russians to turn the tide and start beating the samurai. The only successes were the repelling of the assaults on Port Arthur with heavy losses for the Japanese. And a little-known episode in the Russo-Japanese War - the defense of Petropavlovsk-Kamchatsky. Few people know about it, but it is a bright spot on the dark background of this ill-fated war. And what's more, a magnificent victory in a defensive battle of the tsarist army.
  The Russians lost only one soldier in the battle with the Japanese, while the fighters of the Land of the Rising Sun suffered losses of two hundred killed.
  A ratio of one to two hundred is excellent even for defense.
  But this episode is not included in school textbooks, so as not to advertise the tsarist army.
  Stalin himself, it must be said, was glad that Nicholas's troops were defeated. And why? He was a revolutionary and an enemy of autocracy. And the defeat of tsarism on the battlefield was, of course, a chance for the Bolsheviks.
  Unpatriotic, of course, but selfish. If the Tsar had won that war, the absolute monarchy would have been strong. Most likely, in that case, it would have survived the First World War. And Stalin would not have been the ruler of Russia.
  But would it be better for the Russian people? The question is debatable. On the one hand, Russia's position in the international arena would become even more brilliant. But new fortresses, new cities and battleships would be built, which would place a heavy burden on the Russian people.
  In addition, under the Tsar there was another minus, and a noticeable minus - too much foreign capital in the economy. And many plants, factories and lands belonged to European and American capitalists. And that meant a significant part of the profits was exported abroad.
  Although life wasn't so bad under the Tsar. For example, the gold standard was introduced, and for twenty years under Tsar Nicholas there was practically zero inflation, and prices didn't rise.
  There were no problems with food in the cities: a loaf of bread cost two kopecks, and for three rubles you could buy a cow!
  In the last years of Tsar Nicholas II's reign, five automobile factories were built. And for one hundred and eighty rubles, you could buy a very decent car on credit. Considering that the average salary in Tsarist Russia in 1913 reached thirty-seven rubles, almost any ordinary worker could get a car.
  Stalin thought that his propaganda had brainwashed people. People were convinced that under the Tsar it was simply hell on earth. But in fact, it wasn't that bad under Nicholas II. And even the Russo-Japanese War was lost with a decent loss ratio. The Tsar's army and navy lost fifty thousand killed and died of wounds, and the Japanese lost more than one hundred and fifty thousand.
  That is, the ratio of irretrievable losses was one to three in favor of the tsarist, Russian army. In terms of prisoners, the truth is worse: the Japanese lost three thousand prisoners, the Russians seventy thousand - even more than killed.
  But the Japanese, to their credit, behaved like gentlemen, and almost all Russian prisoners returned home alive and well.
  But Stalin himself is a genius. During the war with the Finns, he lost one hundred twenty-six thousand soldiers killed and missing, while the Finns lost less than twenty-six thousand killed and missing. That is, the ratio of losses is one to five, not in favor of the USSR.
  But they won't write about this in Soviet textbooks. But under the new Russian government they started writing about it. Oddly enough, the communists lost power. Although... But wasn't Yeltsin a candidate member of the Politburo of the Central Committee and the head of the Moscow communists? And Putin was also a KGB officer and a member of the CPSU. Like almost the entire ruling elite, they are former communists.
  For example, Novodvorskaya never received any government posts under Yeltsin. And other dissidents were not particularly favored either. Only Solzhenitsyn received the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called from Yeltsin.
  By the way, why did Putin give Gorbachev the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called for his eightieth birthday? The one with whose connivance the USSR was destroyed. And Yeltsin the Order of Merit to the Fatherland, first degree? Wouldn't it have been better to shoot these traitors?
  First, of course, judge, and then shoot or hang!
  That would be a very strong move!
  Stalin would have done the same to them... By the way, Gorbachev is still alive, I think? He will have to be arrested, then tried and, as Lenin said, certainly shot, or maybe better publicly hanged on Red Square?
  Yes, this must be done quickly, before Gorbachev dies!
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  No one can defeat us, I suppose.
  The hellish hordes have no chance of revenge...
  And not one of them has the strength to roar,
  But then came the bastard Gorbachev!
  The secretary appeared. He asked:
  -What will be the instructions? Stalin-Putin announced:
  - Prepare a decree on the return of the death penalty! Now this stupid moratorium will be lifted!
  The secretary exclaimed:
  But there is a leader in great power,
  He will call the fighters to battle...
  They can't cope with Russia,
  When Vladimir rules, Tsar!
  Stalin-Putin replied:
  - Yes, I will bring order here! There will be gallows all over Moscow!
  And first of all, we will hang Gorbachev, as well as Navalny, Yavlinsky, Sobchak, Kara-Murza and others! We will organize a great purge! What great war can do without a great purge? Glory to Russia!
  And the secretary rushed to carry out the order of the formidable Russian president. Yes, Stalin decided not to waste time. And his first decree was to lift the moratorium on the death penalty and create emergency courts. As they say, don't expect mercy from the leader. He is Stalin, not Putin. First of all, those who have already been sentenced to life imprisonment should be hanged. Why feed them and spend so much money on security.
  The easiest thing to do is just hang these bastards and serial killers. And throw their bodies in the oven, so that there would be fertilizer for the fields and at least some benefit.
  But Gorbachev, of course, must be tried. And let him be tried by the people's assembly, as Socrates was tried in his time! It will be much more effective.
  Stalin regretted that Yeltsin had already died. He was the active destroyer of the USSR. If Gorbachev can and should be blamed for passivity, then Yeltsin was actively destroying the Soviet empire. Now it is accepted to think that Boris Nikolayevich was just a drunkard and fool. But in fact, Yeltsin was a very cunning and insidious politician. A skillful intriguer who hid behind external simplicity and even almost naivety.
  And Boris was not tongue-tied. In particular, during the election campaign of 1996 he demonstrated extraordinary oratorical skills. And it turned out that Yeltsin could speak not only from a piece of paper. Clearly now they are underestimating him and trying to show him as an idiot.
  By the way, Stalin remained great, even though they tried to denigrate him. Although they attributed excessive cruelty to him, the generalissimo was not a fool or a weakling. And even liberals recognized him as a brilliant villain. But Yeltsin was made out to be some kind of fool and moron, a narrow-minded, eternally drunk grandfather, although Putin's memory told him that this was not so.
  Stalin knew everything that the previous owner of the body, mastering someone else's memory and having his own soul personality and the memory of the leader separate and, at the same time, combined. By the way, where did Putin's personality and soul go? After all, the spirit exists and the Bible speaks of it. In the Old Testament, Saul called the spirit of the prophet Samuel, or rather, a sorceress did it. And Samuel saw, answered, thought, remembered and perceived everything, despite the absence of a body. That is, you can see without bodily eyes and speak without a language apparatus. So Stalin was already outside the body and thought and perceived. It is somewhat similar to a dream. When you move in a dream, then most often you do not feel the weight of your body. Or you can even fly, or jump and hang in the air.
  And the perception of heat in a dream is different, or cold. You can walk barefoot in the snow without feeling discomfort. And being in the spirit outside the body, something like a dream, where your eyes are closed, but you perceive the whole rich world without using the visual apparatus.
  Stalin-Putin sat motionless. And they brought him the first decree to sign, lifting the moratorium on the death penalty. The administration had prepared the decree, all that was left was to sign it. Here the leader hesitated, and wouldn't the signature be distorted because of another soul in the body of the Russian president?
  But it"s okay, my hand automatically drew a rather complex squiggle without any conscious involvement.
  Yes, by the way, the president does not seem to have the authority to cancel the moratorium on the death penalty by decree, this is a matter for the constitutional court. But under the conditions of authoritarian rule, the Constitutional Court will of course say - for! And will confirm it automatically.
  The second decree is about emergency courts. Well, of course, some clarification is needed here. In principle, the Russian constitution prohibits emergency courts, but here it can be interpreted in different ways. By the way, the Russian constitution directly states that a person cannot be detained for more than forty-eight hours before charges are brought. And Yeltsin issued a decree allowing people to be detained for up to thirty days before charges are brought. This was under Yeltsin, who did not have as much real power as Putin. So there are no problems in sight here either.
  It is possible to make a military field court, where three officers make a decision: either hard labor or the gallows. As Stolypin did, in particular. And it had an effect, it helped save the tsarist empire. Another thing is that Stalin himself could have been hanged.
  Indeed, these were strange things: people were hanged for much lesser sins than those committed by the future leader of all times and peoples.
  Stalin-Putin called the secretary and began to dictate orders to her. Brief for now, on the creation of emergency courts. And then, of course, the question of the war with Ukraine. It is not too late to cancel it. Although the situation seems most favorable. Europe and the United States are weakened by the coronavirus epidemic. Moreover, gas prices have risen to an unprecedented height. This means that Europe will not really accelerate with sanctions.
  That is, Stalin and Putin hold all the cards. And just recently there were mass protests in Kazakhstan. About three hundred people died. But as soon as the CSTO forces appeared, everything immediately died down. And of course, an analogy suggests itself: maybe it will be like that in Ukraine? Only Russian troops will enter, and everything will immediately die down.
  And then it will be possible to hold a referendum on Ukraine joining Russia. As is known, they have learned how to hold referendums, as well as how to brainwash people with propaganda. Although they knew how to do this under Stalin. Let's remember at least the elections in the Baltics. Then they also made ninety-nine percent for the communists. Well, and, of course, many were persuaded.
  In addition, the economic crisis in the Baltics played into Stalin's hands. When life became worse, and the people began to feel disappointed in bourgeois democracy. And frequent changes of governments and scandals no longer made people happy. And in the USSR, at least, the economy got better. And prices did not grow as much as at the beginning of industrialization, and even began to decrease for some goods.
  And the repressions subsided under Beria, and there was even a partial amnesty. And there was practically no unemployment. Economic growth in the USSR concerned not only the military-industrial complex, but also consumer goods. Even soda machines began to appear, not to mention metro stations.
  So there was a mixture of administrative resources and playing on the disappointment of bourgeois democracy, and the desire of many people to have something more stable, durable, although perhaps not so free.
  And Ukraine is also in crisis with the economy, plus there is also the coronavirus. Which has acquired cruel and large-scale forms. Especially in Ukraine with its warmer climate and rather undisciplined population. However, Russia has also suffered seriously from the coronavirus - about four hundred thousand deaths, and the population has decreased by almost a million in a year, a record decline, even under Yeltsin there was no such thing. But there are also advantages to this. If before the coronavirus, several thousand dead soldiers seemed like a large number, now the people are psychologically ready for sacrifices. And starting a war with such a fairly large country as Ukraine is morally easier.
  Moreover, there really is a feeling that it could be like in Kazakhstan, where there was no need to shoot.
  But then Stalin remembered again that he was sent with the messiah by the demiurge God Svarog himself. So, everything is not so simple. It turns out there are pitfalls. And something is wrong here.
  It would have been easier if the Russian Gods had shown him an alternative future. How the war had turned out and why Stalin needed to fix it.
  But he doesn't have this knowledge. But it would be much simpler. For example, Rozhdestvensky sincerely believed that he wouldn't be afraid of a battle with the Japanese. After all, there was a battle in the Yellow Sea, and a multi-hour battle with Togo's squadron, and the Russians didn't lose a single ship. And they actually broke through. If the admiral had known what would happen next, he might have chosen a different route, or tried to come up with some kind of trick.
  Stalin looked at the intelligence data... The balance of forces is formally in favor of the Ukrainian army, but what about quality? Everyone says that the hohols won't fight and you can take them with your bare hands. And the Russian troops, although there are only one hundred and fifty thousand of them, are elite units.
  And who is against them? And just in case, Stalin ordered two decrees to be prepared on the transfer of additional troops from other parts of the country. And conscripts too. And also to extend the term of service in the army to two years. In total, it is planned to send no less than six hundred thousand soldiers and officers to Ukraine in the coming days.
  And, of course, prepare money for bribery. So that everything would be cool and fast.
  Stalin wanted to smoke here. The body is someone else's, but the soul is his. But how will his entourage take this? Or maybe he should just hang Peskov? Indeed, he is far from beautiful. Wouldn't it be better to put a girl in his place, and a beautiful blonde at that? And she should be a warrior.
  We need to create several divisions of girls. And they need to be such cool bears. And children need to be taught war. So that they can shoot, run, and fight from their desks. And not only boys, but girls too.
  And Putin-Stalin began to prepare new decrees for the modernization of the country.
  . CHAPTER #2.
  Meanwhile, they were preparing to celebrate the holiday of February 23 - the Day of the Soviet Army. The date is not indisputable. In reality, the Russian army did not have any victories on this day; on the contrary, Pskov was taken practically without a fight. And then Lenin went to the Brest-Litovsk peace, which was very difficult for Russia!
  But that's just details... In Russia, for example, they celebrate the Protection of the Mother of God, but few people know that this holiday first arose in Byzantium after the fleet of Slavic princes heading to Constantinople sank. That is, it is not very appropriate for Russians to celebrate the Protection, because they suffered from the so-called Mother of God.
  Stalin in Putin's body, just ordered on the Day of the Soviet Army that not only Orthodox priests, but also ministers of the Rodnovery cult should take part in the prayer service. They say we shouldn't forget our ancestors. And why shouldn't Orthodoxy reform? In particular, by returning the cult of Russian Gods. And does Russia need Jesus Christ?
  After all, Russia wants to win the war, and Jesus is a pacifist: if they hit you on the right cheek, turn the left and do not resist evil!
  Does this inspire people to swear?
  It is definitely necessary to replace Jesus Christ with Svarog - the patron of the Russian nation. True, Stalin himself is Georgian, but by mentality he considers himself Russian. However, under the Tsar he wanted so much for Russia not to win the war, since military victories strengthen the autocracy and in this case the Bolsheviks and Stalin will not see power, as their own ears!
  Maybe, by the way, that's why the leader so cruelly suppressed the opposition, even those who repented and curried favor with him. Putin is different, on the contrary, he rewards defectors and elevates them even beyond all measure!
  And Stalin believes that if Radek betrayed Trotsky so easily, he would betray the leader just as easily. And in the end, he finished him off. And Putin, for example, elevates former liberals, in particular, he made Panfilova head of the Central Committee. No, Stalin does not like such a policy.
  He shot many of his own people, not to mention strangers and the opposition.
  Well, what to do with Zyuganov? He is supposedly an oppositionist, but a communist and respects Stalin. But at the same time he sometimes shows obstinacy. In any case, we need to take a closer look at Gena and, if necessary, put him to use. There is still time!
  But Gorbachev needs to be hanged quickly, because he is old and sick, and will soon kick the bucket himself. By the way, Zhirinovsky is seriously ill, and that is bad. You can't give him a position, and you can't shoot him. But you want to show that with a new spirit, the times are new, and the personnel are changing.
  For example, Shoigu is a bit dumb for a defense minister, as is Voroshilov. But at least he won't be plotting!
  As the Romans said: - Stupidity is closer to obedience, liveliness of mind to villainy!
  No, you can't say that Shoigu is stupid, but in terms of erudition, talent, and quick thinking, the minister is not outstanding. However, if you take Stalin's team, were his people's commissars such geniuses? Nikolai Voznesensky possessed more or less great talent and intellect, and the rest were not particularly educated and wrote reports with errors, including the generals.
  And take Zhukov in particular, who took the Victory Parade, did not graduate from an academy, and his education was not very good. But he won well, although at great cost. Vasilevsky was more educated, after all, at twenty he became a staff captain of the tsarist army.
  Why did Stalin organize the Great Purge in 1937? There were several reasons, including to create fear and force everyone to work themselves to exhaustion under the threat of physical violence.
  And so, if Marshal Tukhachevsky once made attacks against Stalin, then Marshals Yegorov and Blucher were devoted to him to the grave. And Yakir, when he was being shot, shouted: - Long live Stalin!
  But Stalin had his own plans, so that everyone, without exception, would be afraid to even think about conspiracies!
  They went too far then, purged the army so much that they almost lost the war.
  Stalin ordered an investigation to be launched in order to be ready for a purge at any moment.
  The future war with Ukraine did not seem too difficult, especially if you remember how weakly the khokhols fought against the LNR and DNR. And past memories play a role. For example, Hitler also thought that the USSR was weak, since it fought the Finns for three and a half months and sacrificed three times more than the Germans, capturing almost all of Europe.
  But if you dig deeper, the USSR managed to break through the Mannigine Line itself head-on, and this is already a great achievement. And the Nazis simply bypassed the Mangino Line.
  Stalin, of course, understood this, and that Ukraine could turn out to be a pretty tough nut to crack. And NATO countries, if they fail to win quickly, will start helping with weapons and possibly mercenaries.
  Then there really is a chance to get stuck in this slaughter for a long time. Apparently in real history Russia really couldn't win quickly and with little bloodshed, which is why Stalin was sent to Putin's body.
  So extending the term of military service to two years is not superfluous. It could be extended to three, and that will happen, but later. In the meantime, let the parade take place.
  Stalin was interested in the new generation tank "Armada", which never went into production, although it was advertised in every way. Indeed, how propaganda can pull the wool over people's eyes. But in reality, the model was raw and unfinished, and it was considered inappropriate to launch it into production. However, even under Stalin, not everything went well in the USSR. In particular, the T-54 began to be produced in series only late in 1947, and was released in small batches, it was modified on the go. The T-10, more or less satisfactory for the needs of the military, was created after his death, and the bastards even renamed it from the IS-10.
  Well, what's wrong with the name IS? Eh, if Stalin had known in advance that Nikita Khrushchev was such a Judas, he would have shot him for sure, and maybe even hanged him. How wrong he was about this ghoul.
  Nikita Khrushchev played the role of a jester who danced the hopak on the table. Since his son died in German captivity, Khrushchev had no other choice, and he hung on the hook.
  Stalin-Putin drank some coffee and mango juice, which a girl in high heels brought him. He had not yet decided whether he would be on the podium or not. There was a lot to do. In particular, tomorrow was a special military operation. And here, of course, there are many nuances. In particular, where to strike.
  Stalin-Putin believed that it was necessary to strike with missiles and bombs on the very first day, and to use up to eighty percent of all Russian aviation. But the General Staff had much more modest ideas. Many there thought that the Ukrainians would greet them with flowers and bread and salt.
  Stalin did not rule this out, but true to the principle: - beat your own, so that the enemy will be afraid, he believed that in any case it would not hurt to give the enemy troops a good whack. And Kyiv would definitely have to be taken, and in blitz style. Other ideas were also not the most blatant. For example, it was possible to bribe the generals. And why not, especially since money gives the most reliable power over people. Old man Hotabbych said this in Lagin's famous novel.
  Sometimes even children's books contain wise thoughts.
  You shouldn't skimp on bribery. Moreover, promising money doesn't mean giving it. And even if you give it, it's not a fact that these generals won't be shot in a couple of months.
  As the wise say: - On a promise, as on a chair. Or, as a horse is called to the collar. They offer honey gingerbread, and when they harness, they take a whip.
  Stalin did this more than once. As did Genghis Khan, by the way. So here he has a rich choice and colossal experience.
  What to do with Zelensky? Either buy or kill! Everything that leads to victory, to gain the upper hand over the enemy, is wonderful, but the means do not count.
  But buying is, of course, better than killing. Still, it is not worth making a martyr out of Zelensky. And international opinion should be taken into account. Stalin took this into account, but Hitler not so much.
  The Fuhrer managed to become such an odious figure that even the most ardent anti-communists were afraid to deal with him.
  Stalin himself forbade his agents to do anything that could kill Hitler. First of all, because he feared that in this case it would be easier for the West to make peace with Germany, and then be friends with it against the USSR. There were other considerations. For example, Rommel or Meinstein could become the new Supreme Commander of the German ground forces, and they were much more talented and professional commanders than Hitler.
  In this case, who is Zelensky? Just an actor who accidentally became the head of state.
  And most likely he will also willingly leave his post. He will get money, run away to the USA and will play different roles in Hollywood. Maybe even Napoleon, or himself!
  Then, of course, for the sake of intimidation, we can also hit them with strategic nuclear charges. No, of course, not with a nuclear charge, but with a high-explosive one, and more powerful. And blow the Rada to hell. And the presidential palace, and other points.
  Let's just go and hit the Ministry of Defense. Create a real mess. And then everyone will shudder.
  This is the theme and the politics of fear. Stalin knew that strength always triumphs over weakness. And the USSR was militarily stronger than the Third Reich. Especially in tanks in 1941. And Stalin personally was shocked that the Germans were winning and almost took Moscow. This is truly horrific.
  Thank the higher powers that Japan did not open a second front in the Far East. Then it would have been a complete disaster. In that case, it would not have been possible to transfer a single division from the east. And then the probability of Moscow falling increased, and a counteroffensive became completely impossible.
  Well, of course, that would be if only. Stalin was lucky that Hirohito showed a desire, generally uncharacteristic for the Japanese, to spare the soldiers and to strike after Moscow had fallen. Let the Japanese be called scavengers in this case. But what's the paradox?
  For a samurai, the Bushido code is more important than life. And the probability that Japan would attack before the defeat of the USSR was higher than that it would happen when everything was decided.
  Stalin-Putin felt his thoughts racing. There were many orders to be given. The air force had to be brought in, and tanks, and so on.
  Here is the T-90, it seems, and a good machine. But it is also the T-54 family, its evolution. And the gun changes, and the armor is more advanced, but the layout scheme is the same. Here is the Armada tank, it seems to be more advanced, and a new generation machine, but it is not in the flow yet. And here we should figure out why.
  The US Abrams tank is also hopelessly outdated. Moreover, the vehicle was already outdated when it entered service due to the fact that it has four crew members. This tank could have been made smaller and more compact.
  Stalin ordered to urgently make models of the Armada tanks, with the purpose of demoralizing the enemy. And also the T-95. If they couldn't launch them into production, then at least they'll make a parrot.
  It's a pity that he didn't incarnate into Putin earlier, everything has to be done on the fly. True, there is still hope that maybe it won't be necessary to strain too much.
  For example, in August of 1945, they easily finished off Japan. Stalin himself did not expect this, just like in the movies. And where is the samurai fortitude. There were several times more Japanese prisoners than killed. At the time when there was a war under Nicholas II, for every fifty Japanese killed there was only one prisoner.
  This is quite possible in this war. Moreover, the Ukrainians have already shown themselves to be zero warriors. And who were they fighting against then? There were only a handful of Chechens there, and Russian volunteers too. And what did they show?
  But in any case, Stalin decided that he had to strike hard.
  The missiles will fly from strategic positions and hit so hard that it will hurt. And the building of the Ministry of Defense will be swept away along with its contents.
  Well, it wouldn't hurt to use napalm either. And what about the West? They have rotten democracy there.
  Stalin-Putin looked at the portraits of Napoleon and Suvorov. They were masters of rapid maneuvers. And here everything should be carried out at a rapid pace directly on tanks. It would be good to mass-produce cars from plastic. They would be light and fast. And gas turbine engines should be introduced more quickly.
  Next, we should attack from Belarus. But why should Lukashenko sit back? Let him use his troops, too, or we will turn off the gas.
  In general, Putin has spoiled him too much. We need to take a tougher approach and make him walk the line. Otherwise, we are being liberal. We need to restore Russia, at least within the borders of the USSR. And these are the most minimal demands. Stalin, for example, wanted Eastern Europe to be part of the Soviet empire.
  Then he also did not show enough decisiveness with Tito. He should have been crushed faster. And then there would not have been a rebellion inside the Soviet countries. We need to act more decisively. In Syria, the mujahideen have not been finished off either. And they can raise their heads at any moment.
  Stalin looked at the schedule of the redeployment of Soviet troops on the computer. The General Staff promises a quick victory. Although, for example, Stalin did not like Gerasimov's face, it seemed dull. Although, on the other hand, Shaposhnikov was not a handsome man. He had fish eyes.
  I remember Yezhov saying: - Why spare Shaposhnikov? Wouldn't it be better, since they started to suppress and shoot former tsarist officers, to finish them all off?
  But Stalin had his own reasons for sparing Shaposhnikov. Although this general did not show himself very well during the war. But what can you expect from a product of the old, tsarist school of war.
  The Russian Empire was indeed rotting. But on the other hand, if the imperial train had not crashed near Kharkov in 1888, and if Alexander III had lived as long as Stalin, then the war with Japan would have been won, and the First World War would have been won, and perhaps even monarchical communism would have been built.
  Here, a lot depends on the personality of the tsar. Stalin was not formally a monarch, and even before 1941 he was only a secretary of the Central Committee, and his status and formal powers were small. But in fact, he was like an eastern despot. And his personality was cultivated even before the war more than any tsar, as they said under Khrushchev - the cult of Stalin's personality. And Tito was the first to talk about Stalin's cult of personality. It's a pity that he was not strangled. Maybe then Nikita would not have dared to get so insolent.
  Stalin thought, what if Khrushchev's grave were demolished, if he could not be shot? But that would be a bit petty. Take revenge on a corpse? Something more sophisticated had to be thought up.
  Stalin-Putin gave the order:
  - Arrest Gorbachev immediately! Just act carefully, and don't cripple him, make sure he doesn't die before the trial!
  The President gave orders via laptop and Skype. It is much more convenient. And of course they will listen to him.
  At the same time, make other arrests. Navalny is already in jail, but Ksenia Sobchak, Yavlinsky, Kara-Murza, Rybakov, and others are still free. It's a pity that Solzhenitsyn died. Stalin would have ordered him impaled!
  This is how Ivan the Terrible did it! And torture before that!
  Stalin also ordered the arrest of Nikolai Bondarenko. He may be a communist, but he has a big mouth. And he lies about the Russian government. And Professor Solovey, there's no point in telling tall tales either. And many others. A big purge and trials are needed. And so that there are tortures and repentances. And everything should be done in the style of executioners and inquisitors.
  By the way, shouldn't we introduce an Orthodox Inquisition in Russia? And decisively reform Orthodoxy itself. Like write something of our own instead of the Bible. Really, how can you build an empire on the pacifist teachings of Jesus Christ?
  Love your enemy, Who except a mental hospital patient would follow such a slogan.
  Stalin-Putin jumped up and roared:
  Break, crush and tear into pieces,
  This is life, this is happiness!
  As they say, if something happens, they will hit New York like a nuclear bomb.
  As the children's song goes:
  Maybe we offended someone in vain,
  Dropped fifteen megatons...
  Now smoke is pouring out, the earth is burning, burning,
  Where the White House once stood!
  Stalin-Putin also ordered to prepare a law and amendments to the Criminal Code so that there would be criminal liability from the age of ten. Indeed, in Britain, criminal liability starts from the age of ten, in the USA in most states too, and in India, from the age of seven! What are they liberalizing about? Juvenile criminals should be dealt with more harshly.
  And young age is just an aggravating circumstance. If a boy is already a bandit at eleven, then what will he be when he grows up?
  Stalin is really not your Mother Teresa, he will take care of restoring order.
  In particular, public flogging should be introduced, so that children are beaten on their bare heels with sticks!
  After which the dictator laughs. Indeed, it looks funny. Well, you can't hang children, it's better to flog them. That's the kind of upbringing that will be.
  Stalin-Putin hissed:
  - Under my rule you will have solar heating, moonlight, correspondence meals, prison education, conditional reward, and unconditional destruction!
  And of course, the order to introduce corporal punishment in schools, colleges, lyceums and even kindergartens. Like, know Stalin. Now Russia has a different government.
  And which acts much more harshly. And this is how it will begin...
  I remembered how Stalin commanded the economy during the Great Patriotic War. He would call the director and demand that he produce a thousand tanks in a month. And if not, then he would be court-martialed. And the directors would tremble with fear, and they would spend the night right there in the factories. It was effective, although not always. For example, there was a hitch with the T-44, and this seemingly best tank of the Second World War never took part in combat. Although it was launched into production in 1944, the vehicle turned out to be crude and unfinished. And it could not replace the T-34-85, which naturally angered Stalin. A dozen people were shot, and the rest were imprisoned. This was the methodology of Stalin's management style. Cruel, no doubt, but effective.
  And in the history of Russia there was no one equal to Stalin! If perhaps the conquests of the USSR were not so great in terms of territories, but in the sphere of expansion of influence and economic growth they were colossal.
  And yet Stalin did not have time to do much, and he missed some things. In particular, it was in vain that he did not occupy Finland and establish the Soviet regime there. And then it could have been included in the USSR. And Turkey could have been attacked. Most likely, the US and NATO would not have risked fighting his empire, especially when Mao came to power in China.
  Although Stalin didn't fully trust him either. Moreover, it was too far for the Chinese to climb across the ocean to the USA. But Soviet Siberia was nearby, right next door. And it was easier to send troops there to seize it.
  But Stalin carried out a cunning special operation and was able to draw first North Korea and then China into a war with the United States and the Western coalition.
  And the fact that hundreds of thousands of people died in the process, that's why Stalin was a bloody strategist: Genghis Khan with a telephone. Unfortunately, the weak-willed Khrushchev made peace, preserving the status quo. And for what did so many people die? Stalin managed to set the USA and China against each other. But after his death, the paths of the Celestial Empire and the USSR diverged. Now, it seems, China is Russia's friend. But it is also most likely a situational ally.
  And if anything happens, China can at any moment deliver a treacherous blow in the back! And here Russia has only one weighty argument: nuclear weapons.
  At one time, Stalin was very upset that the atomic bomb appeared. He was sure that he could defeat the USA without nuclear weapons. Although, war with America is not easy at all. In particular, it is necessary to cross the ocean. The shortest distance is through Chukotka to Alaska. There were even plans to build a railway to Chukotka.
  But it is very difficult to do this from a technological point of view in the conditions of permafrost and mountains and terrain. Until now, the railway has not even reached Magadan, much less Chukotka. So, of course, there would have been problems. It was not for nothing that Stalin began to build a huge fleet with battleships and landing ships. Without dominance at sea, the US cannot be defeated.
  In general, in modern Russia there is an overly confident mood. They clearly underestimate the USA, NATO, and Ukraine. Maybe this even came back to haunt President Putin in real history. Indeed, self-confidence often does not lead to anything good. It let down both Hitler and Stalin.
  The doors opened and the girls brought some more snacks - black caviar and sandwiches. Then they brought beer too.
  Stalin-Putin objected:
  - No! A glass of good red Georgian wine!
  The girls clicked their high heels and moved to carry out the order.
  After the war in Syria, the opinion was formed about the invincibility of the Russian army. Although, to be honest, how many were ISIS? Assad had ten times more forces, even without the Iranian army, and the question is only in the strength of their military spirit. So we should not be too enthusiastic. And overestimate our successes and those of others too.
  Stalin-Putin scooped up some black caviar with a golden spoon and put it in his mouth with relish.
  After which he said:
  He put a sandwich in his hand,
  The first thought is, what about the people?
  The girls brought in glasses of red wine. And it was obviously not difficult for them to get anything they wanted from the Kremlin buffet. And wine from Georgia, especially since the leadership there is much more pro-Russian than it was under Saakashvili. Well, so much the better.
  And again Stalin-Putin scooped up black caviar and sipped red, sweet, natural wine. And he cheered up a little. Well, victories and successes and a new life are ahead.
  The body is also not young. Soon seventy years. It would be better to move into a twenty-year-old! Although, who has power at twenty? Perhaps kings or tsars. Well, there are also illnesses, and there were problems with bones and blood pressure. And it is clear that the face is flooded with water, which indicates poor kidney function.
  But still more or less within the limits. In any case, there is no point in counting on Stalin-Putin himself to fold. According to the constitution, he can remain in power until one thousand nine hundred and thirty-six. Which is, of course, a convention. After all, one can always extend one's powers. And it is trivial not to live to the constitutional term! So there is no point in looking too closely. Complete the mission, and then you will become a superhero, and receive a reward in heaven!
  Or maybe in another universe. Indeed, what is Paradise? Probably something more than a sweet dream!
  Thoughts are racing through my head. Should I postpone the SVO even more? But the LPR and DPR have already been officially recognized, and Ukrainian President Zelensky has already issued a decree calling up reservists. That is, a few days of deferment could replenish the Ukrainian army and make it more prepared to repel an invasion. So this is a difficult dilemma.
  Stalin-Putin noted that Ushakov was born on February 24. But this coincidence is not a guarantee of the success of the special operation. Hitler attacked the USSR on June 22, the day, or rather the anniversary, of the capitulation of France. But he could have attacked a week earlier. And in this case, the Germans could have had a week's head start during the attack on Moscow.
  Let me remind you that the offensive began in good weather, and the Nazis were able to break through the Soviet front and encircle the main forces covering Moscow. More than six hundred and thirty thousand soldiers and officers of the Red Army were captured. But the Germans were unable to develop their success, as very heavy autumn rains poured down, flooding all the roads, and the fascists got stuck in the mud. Here they were lucky and unlucky at the same time. If it had happened a week earlier, there would have been no encirclement. But if it had happened a couple of weeks later, the Nazis could have captured Moscow straight away.
  So, if the Fuhrer had started the war a week earlier, the Germans would have at least managed to take Tula, and perhaps even break into the outskirts of Moscow on the shoulders of Soviet troops, or encircle the Soviet capital.
  That is, superstition let Hitler down then. So you shouldn't trust numbers too much. Although Stalin himself was not without superstition. According to the new style, Nicholas II, the loser tsar, was born on May 18, the day of St. Iva the Sufferer. And maybe that's what made the monarch so unlucky. But Stalin was actually born not on December 21, 1879, but on December 18, 1878. And the very number eighteen, like Nicholas II, confused the leader. And he changed his date of birth. Calculating that it would be a happier combination of numbers.
  So maybe he's right. Besides, his mother deliberately made him look younger so that her son would join the army a year later. But Stalin was declared unfit for military service, just like Hitler, by the way.
  It's funny, but both of the bloodiest and most famous dictators of the twentieth century had such poor health that they were not drafted into the army. Although, both managed to fight. Hitler was a private, but Stalin was lucky to immediately begin his military career from high, commanding positions during the civil war.
  And now he has ordered the urgent development and preparation for serial production of a self-propelled gun with one crew member, in a prone position and made of high-strength plastic.
  Indeed, if a pilot can fly a complex fighter alone, then why not a tank? Or at least a self-propelled gun, which is simpler than a tank, cheaper, and lower in silhouette.
  Although Stalin in real history was not particularly fond of self-propelled guns, preferring tanks. But the Germans at the end of the war produced self-propelled guns that did not have a rotating turret, much more than tanks.
  Indeed, they are simpler and cheaper, and have a lower silhouette - easier to camouflage, and, of course, are better suited for defensive warfare. Well, for an offensive strategy, tanks are probably more effective. But first a self-propelled gun with one crew member, and then a tank.
  War with Ukraine, it's for a couple of weeks at most. And then there will be more wars. And where to go? Probably to liberate the Baltics from the Nazis? Well, that's cool! Although it will be much easier than to conquer Ukraine. And also referendums and a unanimous desire to join Russia.
  Kazakhstan will not escape this fate either. As will other CIS republics. Stalin, however, did not like Lukashenko, apparently, he was a cunning fox. And his surname ends in ko, which raises great suspicions. Stalin did not like Ukrainians, especially now, when he already knew about Nikita Khrushchev's betrayal.
  But Lukashenko should be treated kindly for now, and then the time will come when he will be removed. And Belarus will be a new province of Russia. Stalin's first goal is to restore the empire within the borders of 1945. Plus, of course, to annex Finland and Poland. And Alaska is a primordially Russian territory, like Turkey, with access to the Mediterranean Sea. And this is only the beginning!
  . CHAPTER #3.
  The special forces officers Margarita and Natasha were young and unusually beautiful girls. They could shoot phenomenally accurately and fought like tigresses. Both girls were natural blondes and were very proud of it. Here is a girls' battalion marching along Red Square. They were warriors - the battalion of the bear guard. This unit was commanded by a young and beautiful red-haired woman, Alisa.
  The girls, holding machine guns in their hands, marched in precise step.
  Margarita and Natasha are not ordinary girls. They have been everywhere. They even hitchhiked around Europe, earning extra money as night fairies. Well, that's another story. And it wasn't so much money that attracted the girls, but the thirst for new adventures and sensations, including pleasure.
  Now a battalion of girls marched across Red Square. Their polished leather boots sparkled. And they sang with fury.
  There is no more beautiful Motherland than Russia,
  Fight for her and don't be afraid...
  There is no more beautiful country in the universe,
  Rus', the torch of light for the whole universe!
  One of the parade's highlights was the T-95 tank. It's not new, by the way; it was demonstrated under Serdyukov. But this vehicle is more powerful and heavier than the T-90, and the gun's caliber is larger. And it's a good vehicle for a parade, although it was not put into production.
  A girl's head popped out of the tank and she took off her helmet. Her copper-red hair fluttered beautifully in the air, like a proletarian banner.
  And the girls are so young and beautiful, and how impressive they look. The tanks are moving, and it looks very stylish.
  After the girls had passed further. And here the girls again took and sang with joy and love:
  We will protect you, my native land,
  Soviet soldier, you cannot bear the shame!
  The soldier of Rus' is invincible in battles,
  The cruel one passed sentence on the Reich!
  
  The young country of the Soviets is blossoming,
  A scarlet bird soars above the world!
  You are my dear homeland,
  I'm ready to fight to the death for you!
  
  And the fighter is inspired by a high goal,
  He picked up a grenade and went towards the tank!
  Another exclaimed: "I do not accept fear,
  The plane cut through the sky with its jet!
  
  We were simple children once,
  We ran barefoot through the emerald grass!
  Now the earth is shaking from the thunder,
  And the sky was covered with cast-iron darkness!
  
  Before the fight we sit - a young couple,
  We have to fight the steel horde!
  I pray that our courage will not be wasted,
  So that you don"t get confused by stupidity and fiction!
  
  We will win, I know it for sure,
  Let us walk and sing in the spacious meadows!
  To blossom, to be eternally well-fed, to be white on the edge,
  Raise noble descendants!
  
  It was hard, we were freezing and hungry,
  And the wives wailed over the grave!
  But communism opened up holy horizons,
  He showed the way for Mother Russia!
  After which, the cannons started firing again and throwing out a real salute. And it is extremely bright.
  The girls finished the parade and went to take a shower. Indeed, this is true.
  Natasha and Margarita washed themselves under the same stream. And, of course, they talked about the future war.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - I feel there will be a storm!
  Margarita giggled with a laugh:
  Below him is a stream of lighter azure,
  Above him is a golden ray of sunshine...
  And he, the rebel, asks for a storm,
  As if there is peace in the storms!
  Natasha, despite her young age, is already a captain, and noted:
  - The war will not be simple at all. There will be problems too. I feel it.
  Margarita sang:
  Even if we can't solve all the problems,
  Not to solve all problems...
  But everyone will become happier,
  Everyone will have more fun!
  And the girls started splashing water. And their bodies are tanned and very muscular, and their abs are like slabs, and their necks are powerful, and their shoulders are developed, and their hips are like the croup of a thoroughbred horse - they will turn any man on! These girls are naked in the shower, under the streams of water, imagine what a great sight!
  After the shower, the girls went to lunch. And they were given several sturgeons with caviar, then fried ducks with a side dish, sandwiches and a protein shake were poured into their glasses. That's how great it all was.
  And the girls smelled of expensive and aromatic shampoo. And how beautiful they were, sweet and wonderful. And their faces were so young, fresh, smooth. And the girls' hair was either naturally light or dyed. Quite an impressive battalion. How wonderful it looks.
  Well, the thieves here are wonderful...
  The girls are eating.
  Natasha and Margarita took and sang:
  We are the strongest in the world,
  We'll drown all our enemies in the toilet...
  The fatherland does not believe in tears,
  Punch to the brain!
  And the warrior girls burst out laughing. And they bared their teeth. And they were so pearly and sparkling. What girls, and how much charm they have. The men would look at them and get excited, and would roar like a herd of bears.
  Well, it will be a glorious battle.
  Natasha noted:
  - A glorious hunt awaits us, but for many it will be the last.
  Margarita laughed and asked with a sweet smile:
  - Do you think we won't throw our hats at them? Or trample them with our bare girls' heels?
  Alice, the girl major, ran up to them and shouted:
  - Company, rise! Come on, girls, gather up, we're being transferred to the front line! Oh, now we'll make a great show and show that we're sisters of the Cossack clan!
  The warrior girls cried out in unison:
  We will go into battle boldly,
  For Holy Rus'...
  And we will shed tears for her,
  Young blood!
  The girls began loading into the buses that would take them to the airfield. They did it quickly and in a coordinated manner, but they were making a lot of noise. They looked very stylish.
  Alice took it and began to sing, trying to cheer up the beauties:
  I promised my great Motherland,
  Serve the universe, bringing eternal light!
  Let there be difficulties and torments from the beginning,
  I want to cry like a child!
  
  No, do not seek recognition from another,
  For the glory of our holy Motherland!
  And I need unearthly courage,
  So as not to remain a miserable slave!
  
  After all, space is not a circle,
  He is as infinite as human thought!
  And a man searches for a friend in space,
  Even though it is our destiny - fight and struggle!
  
  We are not born to enjoy ourselves idly,
  The fate is harsh, but there is no other!
  After all, Russians have always known how to fight,
  I am also a warrior, even though I am young!
  
  I will not lie, being wickedly cunning,
  She loved war, without hiding her feelings!
  But I began to understand this difficultly,
  My dear homeland groans!
  
  And now I have a choice before me again,
  Fight with honor or die!
  This is the layout of the cards of fate,
  Below there is only an abyss and a pole for support!
  
  But now I have gathered my will into a fist,
  I read a prayer and tensed my muscles!
  Throw the enemy off his pedestal,
  A ringing string plays in the heart!
  
  Now I know that it is possible to win,
  And may Russia reign for centuries!
  We will be on the most distant planets,
  Let us glorify Rus' in poems and verses!
  The other girls took up the song with their full-sounding voices. How beautiful it was.
  There were buses with a battalion of female warriors. They were so beautiful and athletic, fit and slender. And almost all of them had lush hair, either naturally light or dyed blonde. And the girls had really cool machine guns. They had unusual cartridges. Imagine bullets with a uranium core. They were small, but very heavy and armor-piercing. And rapid-fire machine guns, capable of firing single, double, and even triple bullets, knocking out fortifications and piercing the strongest bulletproof vests.
  In addition, depleted uranium also has an incendiary effect, and such cartridges can easily set fire to gas tanks of cars and helicopters, cisterns, and even houses made of wood and plywood, or paint.
  The female warriors' body armor was also not simple. It was a special metal, lighter than Titan, but twice as strong. Its main drawback was its high cost, worth its weight in gold, but they did not skimp on it for the Russian beauties.
  And the girls have computer-guided sights, and with devices that not only allow them to see in the dark, but also through walls.
  Natasha and Margarita sang:
  From pole to pole,
  There is no army stronger...
  We fight without complexes,
  For happiness for people!
  
  And Putin has the wings of a falcon,
  Gives light to Russia...
  The blow of a steel hammer,
  The dawn has dawned upon us!
  The girls are really something. When they bathe naked, they have such defined muscles that you rarely see them on a male bodybuilder. They are so beautiful, strong, and sexy.
  For example, Natasha took and crushed a beer bottle with her bicep. And it crumbled into glass dust.
  These are truly heroic girls.
  As Russian and not only Russian bards sang about such people:
  There are women in our Russia,
  Why are they flying a plane, jokingly?
  What is the most beautiful thing in the universe?
  That will kill all the enemies!
  
  They are born to win,
  Why glorify Rus' to the whole world!
  After all, our mighty grandfathers,
  They were going to collect everything for them at once!
  
  Giants stand at the machine,
  Their power is such that they destroy everyone!
  We are the children of the Fatherland, united -
  A line of soldiers is marching!
  
  Grief cannot break us,
  The evil fire, napalm, is powerless!
  Where the torch used to burn...
  The spotlight is now on fire!
  
  Everything in our country is a torch for the light,
  Cars, roads, bridges!
  And victories are sung in songs -
  We are the falcons of light - eagles!
  
  Let us glorify our Fatherland boldly,
  We will lead you to the steep peaks!
  We are in space, like pioneers -
  And we'll wring the necks of the fascists!
  
  We'll catch up with everyone on Mars,
  Let's open the way to Centauri!
  Those who are predators will be afraid of us,
  And who is kind and honest to love!
  
  Russia, the dearest country of all,
  There is something to be proud of in her, believe me!
  No need to talk nonsense...
  Be human, don't be a beast!
  
  We will reach the border of the universe,
  We will build a granite fortress there!
  And whoever lost repentance,
  Whoever attacks the Fatherland will be beaten!
  
  What's next - there's little imagination,
  But believe me, we will resurrect the dead!
  We will tear out the sting of death with a jerk,
  To the glory of immortal Rus'!
  And the girls took this very song and sang it. A song composed by the most brilliant poet and writer of all times and nations.
  Here they drove to the military airfield. They started jumping out of the buses and, stamping their boots with special spiked soles, jumped into the Russian Aerobus "Ruslan".
  Here the girls settled down in the chairs and corridors. And sat down more comfortably.
  Natasha noted:
  - This is a bad line!
  Margarita giggled:
  - Definitely so!
  Another warrior girl, Zoya, noted:
  - We are about to have our first baptism of fire! And I must admit, I'm nervous!
  Natasha replied:
  - Margarita and I already have experience fighting in Syria. So it's not the first time we've killed. Maybe killing our Slavic brothers is somehow inconvenient! But maybe we won't have to fight.
  Zoya muttered:
  - In Syria... Is it hot there?
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, it's hot in the summer! We even fought barefoot, which is really cool, it tickles the bare, girlish soles!
  Zoya squeaked:
  - Barefoot on the hot sands of Galilee? Isn't that too exotic?
  Natasha giggled and sang:
  Our tastes and demands are strange,
  We are exotic, to say the least...
  They are capable of gnawing on glasses without restraint,
  Read Shakespeare without a dictionary!
  The plane took off smoothly. The girls felt pressure, as if they were being pinned to their seats.
  Margarita chirped:
  - We'll go, we'll race on reindeer early in the morning!
  Aurora, a female sniper, noted:
  - We'll show you our level of destruction! Once we start shooting, you won't know what hit you!
  After which she will take and laugh. And her voice is radiant and ringing. This is truly a beauty with orange-colored hair.
  She even has a special sniper rifle and has several firing modes. In particular, it can fire bursts of single, double, and triple bullets. And her cartridges are small, but explosive. And a core made of the experimental element jupiterium is used. And it is even denser and harder than uranium, and has a greater incendiary effect. True, because of this, each cartridge costs more than gold.
  Aurora is a miracle sniper. Even without super optics, she shoots down mosquitoes and flies. And she can throw a razor blade with her bare toes, and it will cut the insect in mid-flight. Now that's a real miracle girl.
  Aurora can shoot with her eyes closed. And she loves men. And she is extremely inventive in bed. And she will drive any guy to death!
  Right now, the girls from the Bear Battalion are flying to the front line. This is a formidable unit of the fair sex. And they can do such things that no one will think twice about it.
  Natasha even started singing along:
  NATO is raging in rage,
  The enemy moved his regiments forward...
  But the executioners of the enemies,
  The Russians will meet you with hostility!
  They will bite into the pig's skin,
  The enemy will be cast into the dust,
  The girls fight furiously,
  The fist of a beauty is strong!
  F-16 fighters jumped out to meet the Ruslan transport , that was awesome. And the girls howled with delight.
  Aurora rushed to the machine gun, her boots fell off during the run, and bare, graceful, chiseled, tanned and very seductive legs were exposed. The girl took a large-caliber one in her hands, firing five thousand bullets per minute, of which every fifth gift of death is a tracer and with a uranium core. And let's start pounding NATO fighters.
  Natasha and Margarita, also sparkling pink and with an elegant curve of the heel, jumped up to the weapon. And now one of the winged vultures is already burning. And the warriors also hit the other one. And its wings broke off. And both F -16s are already falling down. Their pilots barely managed to eject.
  Aurora hissed:
  Woe to him who fights,
  In battle with a Russian woman...
  If the enemy goes berserk,
  I'll kill that bastard!
  I'll kill that bastard!
  Another fighter tried to escape, but Alisa, the battalion commander, fired a small rocket at it. It was made of plywood and filled with sawdust. But it exploded with such force that the plane was literally incinerated along with the pilot.
  And the girls sang in chorus:
  We are she-bears, behind the mountain of Rus',
  Don't stand in our way...
  If we meet a thousand devils,
  We'll tear you into a million pieces!
  Well, try to cope with such women. It's not for nothing that Natasha has already brought so many men to their graves. In Syria, captured mujahideen kissed not only her heels, but also the traces of the girl's bare feet. Margarita did the same.
  And the girls also loved to set men's beards on fire. And they were so afraid of them. When a battalion of girls in bikinis and barefoot appeared from behind the dunes, any army would run away. And they abandoned tanks, artillery, and even Grads or Uragans. How could you resist such babes?
  Natasha growled:
  We are the strongest in the world,
  Let's soak all our enemies in the toilet...
  Let's impale the evil orcs,
  The enemy will be defeated!
  The girls returned to their seats. They uncorked a bottle of energy drink, took a sip and roared:
  We will bury our enemies beautifully,
  We will kill our enemies with dignity...
  Our heroic strength,
  Strength of spirit and willpower!
  After which they started eating sandwiches. Natasha took a safety razor and tossed it with her bare toes. It flew past and hit a tiny insect that was spinning in the air. After which the girl with slightly blue hair noted:
  - In our time, personal valor is still relevant!
  Margarita noted:
  - But still, during the Second World War, the personality factor was stronger. Now pilots simply launch self-guided missiles at a distance. But back then, there was the art of air combat.
  Aurora noted:
  - But they didn"t fire a missile at us!
  The girl with golden hair nodded:
  - That's right! They didn't fire at us, and we didn't fire at them! There was nothing but radio interference. And it was the large-caliber machine guns that decided the matter, not the computer-guided missiles!
  After which the girls exclaimed in unison:
  - There is always room for heroism in life!
  And here it is difficult to disagree with them. And they fly to battle, or to war, full of enthusiasm and ready to tear everyone apart!
  But for now, Margarita, Aurora and Natasha decided to play chess. Only slightly modernized. When there are not two different colors, but three, and the chess boards themselves are hexagonal. And there are three players - and everyone is on their own. And in addition to the usual chess pieces, there is also a jester, who moves like a queen, but captures like knights.
  The girls started playing and talking at the same time.
  Margarita noted, making a move:
  - It looks like our troops will go straight to Kyiv.
  Natasha giggled and noted:
  - Really? Or maybe it would be better to moderate ambitions and simply squeeze the enemy out of the Luhansk and Donetsk regions?
  Aurora noted:
  - No! The problem simply cannot be solved this way. Something more fundamental must be achieved here!
  Margarita noted:
  - If you can take everything, then why limit yourself to just a part?
  Natasha noted:
  - What about the fact that a big spoon hurts your mouth?
  The girls looked at each other. And then they sang:
  - When we are united, we are invincible!
  The girls' plans seemed to be Napoleonic. And they played at the same time. This was a game of three-dimensional chess.
  And figures such as jesters added fun and temperament to the game.
  Natasha remembered how she used to play classical chess for money. But she cheated, the computer prompted her moves with the help of electric shocks through her shoes. Well, it was cleverly thought out and she won against an extra-class grandmaster. And it turned out to be a very impressive victory. How can you compete against a computer?
  Margarita, I remember, danced in a strip bar, she is such a beautiful and shapely girl. And the muscles of both ladies are unusually sculpted, abs like slabs, like a chocolate bar, and sharp, bulging biceps, tanned skin, but both are blondes. Imagine what spectacular girls. And when they strip naked to music in a smooth dance, men go crazy. Especially if their high-heeled shoes fly off, and their bare, chiseled, graceful feet and muscular calves start a fire in the representatives of the stronger sex.
  Now they began to throw up colored balls with their bare feet and began to sing:
  There is a storm at sea, the waves are splashing wildly,
  The ninth wave rose like a mountain!
  Holy Fatherland, mother of Russians - Russia,
  We live under the powerful wing of the Lion-Eagle!
  
  The king sent us to bring faith to the whole world,
  So that the foreigner knows that Rus' is alive!
  So that the temples decorate the planet of God,
  This is why I fight on hikes as a boy!
  
  Now everyone bows to us,
  We crushed cruel people in battles!
  A foreigner reveres Moscow as his Mother,
  The villain trembles before the tricolor flag!
  
  The tsars, it happened, betrayed Rus',
  But God is faithful - the King Almighty Christ!
  Treason plunged Russia into sorrow,
  Know that the Christian spirit grew in suffering!
  
  And there were accomplishments that became legend,
  We took Paris, conquered Berlin!
  Covered with glory that is eternal, imperishable,
  So know that we remain faithful to our Motherland!
  
  Now we are sailing on the waves in a brigantine,
  The world of elves and orcs, there is a horde of trolls!
  The stars sprinkled the carpet with diamonds,
  According to all horoscopes, may the trouble disappear!
  
  A pirate, believe me, is a calling and a service,
  This requires courage and agility!
  And with us will remain loyalty, friendship,
  The ornament will be sewn together with a swarm of diamonds!
  
  We seek both glory and great spoils,
  There is magic here, a fairy tale, but this world is big!
  And there will be a place here - give me your native land,
  The man will start plowing and sowing rye here!
  
  And here is the magic work, believe in the usual way,
  I read the spell and built a house!
  We will pass the exams, know that with excellent marks,
  And the one who is a vile troll will suffer defeat!
  
  And our Tsar of Orthodox Russia -
  Let him become a mighty Magus-Wizard!
  He will make everyone, in one word, happier,
  And those who interfere, you knight, kill!
  . CHAPTER #4.
  Stalin in Putin's body continued to issue decrees. Here is one of them - the demographic tax. Bachelors pay eighteen and a half percent, childless married couples fifteen and a half percent, couples with only one child twelve and a half percent, two children nine and a half percent, and three six and a half percent of income tax, and if there are four children, then a bronze medal is awarded to the mother. And if there are six children, then a silver medal, and with eight - a gold medal. And for each medal money is paid, the higher the more, and a certain set of privileges. And a heroine mother with ten children receives a lifelong pension from the state in the amount of a major general's salary.
  This is how Stalin-Putin decided to fight the extinction of Russians. Because last year the population of Russia decreased by a million. And the tax for abortion is ten thousand basic units. And illegal abortion is equal to premeditated murder. And the death penalty is back.
  Gorbachev has already been arrested. But that's not enough. There's also Anatoly Borisovich Chubais. How can such an odious personality not be jailed? Or rather, why not hang him after the people's trial? And it wouldn't be a bad idea to put Roman Abramovich behind bars, and confiscate his property, which is huge. And then maybe hang him too.
  Oligarchs to camps - lawyers to mechanics! And return to the planned economy again. And all the billionaires will be arrested and their property nationalized.
  Stalin-Putin ordered the arrest of Chubais, Ksenia Sobchak, Roman Abramovich, Deribaska and a number of other politicians. Well, that's the stick. And here's the carrot.
  First of all, Stalin himself should be awarded posthumously. And with the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called. Which would be really cool.
  Stalin-Putin nodded to the girls in short skirts. They brought him expensive red Georgian wine. And a couple of sandwiches with black caviar. And the leader of Russia took a bite and drank. Aircraft were being transferred from Siberia and from the border with Finland. An air strike of unprecedented power was being prepared.
  And of course, Stalin-Putin ordered to prepare for use strategic missiles in non-nuclear design, but with high-explosive separating warheads. And to cover with one blow both the Rada, and the residence of the Ukrainian president, and government buildings, and much more.
  Here these swarms of missiles will fly on the orders of the great leader, and suddenly this almost nuclear weapon with strategic missiles will strike.
  The President-time traveler sang:
  - If the weak one goes straight to the coffin,
  To maintain health,
  Hit me with a crushing charge!
  Well, this is just the tip of the iceberg. It would be nice to use all the forces that can be gathered. The order to call up the reservists has already been given.
  But that's not all. It will be necessary to hire mercenaries from other countries. And what about North Korea? True, the war may end long before the first units arrive from there. But this is only the beginning. First Ukraine, then Kazakhstan, the Baltics, Moldova, and then a march on Europe and the subjugation of the entire world.
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  Do you see an eclipse in the sky?
  A menacing symbol of direct...
  The sign of black hell,
  Flocks of cosmic howl!
  The girls clicked their high heels. They brought more cappuccino coffee. Well, we can drink it. It's already evening. And at night the SVO will begin, or, as expected, a small victorious war.
  Stalin was quite cautious in his past life. He fought the Korean War with others, using only Soviet pilots. The bloodiest war in history, the Great Patriotic War, as it is officially called, was not Stalin's initiative. And thank God that it was over in less than four years. Otherwise, there would have been no males left to inseminate the fair sex. Stalin even abolished the death penalty for a time. But after the war, population growth was raised to almost two percent per year.
  Even now, drastic measures are needed so that women give birth more often. Because Russia's territory is large, but its population is small. But the ambitions are great. And restoring the empire within the borders of the USSR is still a trifle. The tyrant wants much more. And Stalin shed a lot of blood during his rule. Even if not always and of his own free will.
  Other ideas include creating aircraft that would be invisible not only to air defense systems, but also to the naked eye. Even before WWII, there were attempts to create aircraft that the naked eye would not see.
  By the way, this was before radar was invented, and it was, I must say, a great idea! They used special paints, or even a bluish smoke.
  But now we can use something more advanced. Airplanes invisible even to the eye are great, and tanks and self-propelled guns are even better.
  Especially self-propelled guns with one crew member lying down. Now that would have been a real beast. With such machines, even in World War II.
  Stalin remembered how Zhukov had proposed back in May of 1945 to launch a surprise attack on the allies. To take them by surprise and throw them into the Atlantic Ocean. Especially to have time to occupy the USA before the Americans set up serial production of the atomic bomb. And Japan, in this case, would be an ally of Soviet Russia.
  These were the ideas of both Zhukov and Vasilevsky. Stalin did not dare at that time. Firstly, the Soviet troops were tired of the war, and there were doubts whether the soldiers would go against the allies of the anti-Hitler coalition. After all, in fact, they had just beaten a common enemy, and then there was a treacherous attack.
  Although there was a reason. The US needed at least several years to produce a sufficient number of atomic bombs to cause significant damage to the USSR. So there was certainly a reason to start military action back in 1945!
  Stalin later regretted not accepting Zhukov's plan. The US was increasing the number of nuclear bombs, and quite quickly. True, there was hope that Soviet fighters would shoot down most of the American bombers. And would not let them drop their bombs.
  Plus, innovative air defense systems with surface-to-air missiles were also being developed.
  The Korean War showed that the Soviet MIG-15 was better than the American models. True, the US then launched a jet fighter of almost equal quality into production. The USSR did not have a big advantage in quality. And it is difficult to take it in quantity, since America has too much economic potential. And Stalin began to count on the USSR, developing according to plan and faster than the US, to overtake the Americans in GDP. But life did not last long.
  Stalin was not poisoned, but age, great physical and psychological stress, excessive smoking, working nights and drinking alcohol took their toll. And the age of seventy-four is not so young either. Of the Russian tsars and grand dukes, perhaps only Yaroslav the Wise lived to such an age. And even then, perhaps, his age was inflated by the chroniclers to make him older than Svyatopolk.
  Stalin himself wanted to live for ninety years, so that he could lead and win the third world war. I wonder, if he had succeeded, what title would he have been given, having already become a generalissimo?
  Maybe they could come up with something special, like a super generalissimo!
  Yes, the prospects were, I must say, broad. And I didn"t want to die.
  But man proposes, and God disposes. Stalin did not really believe in the Bible, and did not want to believe in it. Indeed, Christianity is a pacifist religion. As Jesus Christ, whom Christians consider the Almighty God, taught?
  If someone hits you on the right cheek, offer them the left! If someone asks for one shirt, give them two! Do not resist evil! Love your enemy! Repay evil with good!
  Isn't that pacifism? And can an empire exist with such a religion? And how can wars be waged if Jesus said: - The meek shall inherit the earth! It seems like a paradox. And how else did Tsarist Russia, being an Orthodox country, become the second largest power in the world in terms of territory, second only to Britain with its colonies. By the way, Britain is also a Christian country, and therefore with a pacifist religion. But this did not stop it from capturing more land than any other empire in human history.
  Yes, it"s a paradox... But maybe that"s why the British Empire fell apart and all that was left was a relatively small island, well, a little bit of Ireland, and a few other islands in different places on planet Earth.
  And tsarist Russia lost the war to pagan Japan. Moreover, the paganism of the samurai was very aggressive and depraved. The Japanese faith is precisely militant, and in it, the one who killed many enemies, or died valiantly in battle, became a god himself, and they served him in temples and prayed to him. And this is perhaps one of the reasons for the victory. Although, on the other hand, if the battleship "Petropavlovsk" had not sunk together with Admiral Makarov. Or at least if the Pacific squadron had broken through to Vladivostok, then they could have won the war.
  And after Tsushima, there was still a chance, if not at sea, then at least on land, to defeat the Japanese, recapture Mukend and push the samurai back to Port Arthur. But then a great turmoil began, called the revolution. And there was no longer any possibility of fighting.
  In any case, there were many reasons for Russia"s defeats back then, and you can"t say that the Japanese won because they were stronger.
  But Stalin himself was not a pacifist in any case. He was a cruel tyrant and he molded himself into the image of God! And not some spineless pacifist Christ, but like the tough and unyielding Jehovah of the Old Testament.
  But this was a living God under formal communist atheism and materialism. Or, as one might say, a Buddhist God... Hitler looked more like a pagan deity. And a God of a higher level took over.
  In Stalin's personal opinion, the one he possessed, namely Putin, was too accessible for a deity with a capital letter on the level of Buddhism.
  He made too many purely human movements, spoke too often, talked too much. And a real dictator, in order not to lose his charisma and sarcasm, should not be on television and in public too much, and talk too much.
  Stalin preferred to communicate with the people rarely and usually spoke on the radio no more than twice a year. Well, television in the USSR was just beginning to spread.
  But even if Stalin had lived longer, he would not have fed the screen with himself almost every day, as Putin did. Yes, sarcasm and charisma are stronger when you speak a little, but with relish and with sayings.
  Putin was logical in not participating in the televised debates. Indeed, does a Deity or a Tsar argue? A Tsar or God speaks and is not contradicted!
  Stalin-Putin issued a decree on increasing the term of service in the army to two and a half years in the infantry and three and a half years in the navy. Demobilization for already called-up soldiers was also delayed. The size of the army and navy was increased. And the length of the working day at military-industrial complex enterprises. Time was running out. Then the State Duma would have to formalize the decrees into laws. And also in a hurry.
  Then Stalin-Putin introduced a decree to combat banditry and saboteurs, allowing all suspects to be detained for six months without charges. Criminal liability was introduced into the Criminal Code from the age of ten and many articles were toughened. And this must also be approved by the State Duma.
  But it is also possible by decrees. Even the weak alcoholic Yeltsin ruled by decrees, and how can he compare to the strong Putin?
  But there is a ruling majority in the State Duma, so everything can be formalized by laws.
  Here, in particular, criminal liability from the age of ten. Like in the USA in most states and in Britain. Moreover, in Russia it actually exists. Children are sent to closed special schools. But there is injustice here. Even a juvenile serial killer is not given more than three years in a special school. And after a year, he can be released on parole according to the law. And what's more, a child can end up in a special school in the same cell for the same period for truancy from school.
  Not to mention that most special schools are not that difficult to escape from, and there is no punishment for escaping.
  And so they will be in colonies under stricter control and with work therapy. And the main thing will be fear. And many teenagers really think that nothing will happen to them until they are fourteen. Not everyone knows about special schools. And those who do know, there is such a paradox that they can send them there for murder, and put them away for one black eye.
  No, it is better and more honest to introduce criminal liability from the age of ten. In India, criminal liability starts from the age of seven, but in Russia, no one pays attention to this. Because India is a friendly country. And if relations deteriorate, then maybe they will remember this.
  In addition, Stalin-Putin also drew attention to the law on protecting children from harmful information. There are many absurdities here too. For example, there is a plus sixteen on the "Pedagogical Poem". Although this book was written in Stalin's times, mainly for children and about children. And it is unclear why there is a plus sixteen for the book "The Man Who Laughs"?
  There seems to be nothing like that there... Especially in the nineteenth century, when they wrote as if from the life of pigeons. In The Three Musketeers, at least D'Artagnan slept with Milady. And it's strange that she was in bed with him in a nightgown, and the brand was not visible. Stalin, when he read The Three Musketeers, was also surprised, like Athos, or the Count de Lafer, only during the hunt, and after the wedding he discovered that there was a brand on his wife's shoulder.
  Somehow it is implausible. And Athos did not act very well. He tied up a girl of about sixteen so that she would have to die painfully and for a long time, practically on the rack. Moreover, in those days a girl could be branded even for picking up an apple from the grass.
  No, Athos was not a good man after all. Stalin-Putin sighed and thought that he, on whose orders hundreds of thousands of people were shot, many of them innocent, was condemning Count de Lafer, for whom marrying a branded girl was a great disgrace.
  In any case, the law on protecting children from harmful information should be reviewed. Moreover, children should know that there are not only pink elephants in the world, but also evil, violence, torture, and sex. Otherwise, the sexual illiteracy of teenagers leads to unwanted pregnancies and causes a lot of problems. In Russia, too, hypocrisy has been bred too much. But you can't go against nature.
  In any case, under the new constitution, the Russian president has the power to suspend the execution of any law until it is reviewed by the Constitutional Court. And under the new constitution, the Constitutional Court is not only formed on the recommendation of the president, but the head of state can also remove individual members and even the chairman. Formally, the resignation is approved by the Federation Council, but in the current composition, this will really happen automatically.
  Under Yeltsin, the Federation Council was more obstinate. It did not approve the Prosecutor General for a long time. And then for a long time it did not give Yeltsin's consent to remove him. But now the Federation Council is completely under the control of and loyal to the president. Moreover, the president personally appoints some of it.
  So Putin has a lot of power. Formally, governors are elected, but there are also municipal filters that allow us to weed out any candidate who is undesirable to the authorities. Plus, the president can remove any governor who is undesirable to the authorities. And this has happened more than once in practice. Plus, in some regions, like Dagestan, there are no elections of heads of federal subjects at all.
  This is the autocracy. There is some opposition, it seems, but it is so pocket that it can be ignored. And it does not interfere at all.
  On the contrary, it was the communists who ran ahead of the human rights activists, demanding recognition of the LPR and DPR. Moreover, when Putin had not yet made a final decision on the SVO.
  There were reasons to hesitate. In particular, the fear of sanctions, or, even more alarmingly, guerrilla warfare. It was the latter that worried Putin most. The Americans had taken Afghanistan in a couple of months, and with someone else's hands, losing only four people killed. The rest of the losses were suffered by the Northern Alliance and some tribes fighting the Taliban.
  All major settlements were taken under control.
  It would seem like a brilliant operation! And a magnificent victory.
  But then the US faced a guerrilla war. And it lasted almost twenty years.
  The American army's losses were not big, only two and a half thousand killed and died in accidents. But how did they manage to spend three trillion? It's somehow incomprehensible!
  Apparently they stole it; there wasn"t really that big a war there.
  In Iraq, too, everything seemed to be going well. In three weeks, a country of considerable size was taken under control. Having lost only fifty people killed, the Americans disarmed half a million professional soldiers and one and a half million well-armed and trained militias.
  But then they again encountered a guerrilla war, which lasted for about five years. The Americans lost about four and a half thousand killed. Plus, in Afghanistan and Iraq, the coalition troops that took part in restoring order suffered losses, although they were also comparatively small.
  And Putin was very afraid that there would be a similar situation in Ukraine? That Russian troops would occupy it in a week, but then the Banderites would start a guerrilla war in their style? And Russia could burn out, like the US burned out in Iraq and Afghanistan! First a brilliant blitzkrieg, but then impotence against guerrilla warfare!
  But in January the following events happened: there was a riot in Kazakhstan and mass unrest, which almost escalated into a civil war. But when the CSTO brought in troops, first of all, of course, Russian, everything calmed down immediately. And there was no need to even shoot.
  And then a thought occurred to Putin: he is the chosen one of heaven and can do anything! And that in the same way in Ukraine everyone will fall under Russian troops, and maybe there will be no need to fight. Such a thought occurred.
  And finally, the process of recognizing the LPR and DPR was launched. Although back in January, United Russia voted against it, as did other pocket parties in the Duma.
  And Solovyov said that the communists simply want to raise their ratings through populism and hyping up the Donbass issue.
  But then, after the success in Kazakhstan, the mood changed dramatically and the hesitation was over.
  There was no desire to start military operations during the Olympics. And Beijing was against it. But it was also impossible to wait long, the Rada could declare mobilization. The Ukrainian army had already reached full combat readiness, and President Zelensky announced a call-up of reservists.
  Putin did not want to start military operations on the day of the Soviet Army, and moved it a little later. It is the birthday of Admiral Ushakov, a very successful naval commander. Who, as they say, did not lose a single ship in naval battles.
  But adherence to such dates is not always useful. We can also recall Hitler, who was let down by this more than once. Stalin himself was not superstitious. Except for the fact that he was afraid to give away his personal photographs.
  But, for example, the phenomenon of Wolf Messing showed that there is something in fortune telling and predictions. And sometimes they should be listened to.
  Another mentally ill person, back in February of 1943, predicted that the Great Patriotic War would end in May of 1945.
  That is, there are phenomena. This lunatic predicted that Beria would be shot, and that Stalin would die in March, although he didn't name the year. Well, unfortunately, it happened.
  Putin, by the way, became, or rather was elected president in March, the month Stalin died. Although he received actual power on August 10, first becoming acting prime minister, and then prime minister, plus Yeltsin officially declared him his successor. Incidentally, Vladimir Vladimir himself asked Boris Nikolayevich not to do this, so as not to create problems with the approval of the candidacy by the State Duma. Indeed, the communists were simply obliged by their status as the main enemies of Yeltsin and his regime to vote against the candidacy of the official successor. Wouldn't it be better to wait with this?
  This is what the cautious, and at least then calculating, Putin proposed.
  But Yeltsin showed stubbornness and quite logically noted, once again showing that Boris Nikolayevich was not at all a senile person:
  - The communists won't go anywhere! What, they want to lose the opportunities that their Duma mandates give them during the election campaign? And we will humiliate them once again and kick their faces in the shit!
  Putin actually noted then:
  - The Communists can reject my candidacy twice without risking dissolution, and this could provoke mudslinging. Don't forget that I was Sobchak's deputy and his right hand. And besides, faced with the threat of dissolution, they'll probably vote for your impeachment again. There is no law on impeachment, and while the procedure is underway, you won't be able to dissolve the State Duma, and everything will hang in the balance.
  Yeltsin then said, not entirely confidently:
  - I am sure that Zyuganov is a coward and will not risk doing this! And Zhirinovsky and Yavlinsky even more so. And my pocket Supreme Court will quickly shut down this venture!
  Putin noted:
  - He's not even that pocket-sized!
  The President muttered:
  - I will declare you my successor, and if anything happens, the communists will simply not be allowed to participate in the new elections!
  As it turned out, Boris Nikolayevich was right. Although the approval took place the first time, but with a margin of only seven votes. Apparently, the communists were really not thrilled to vote for the obvious successor to Yeltsin's course. The Yabloko faction also raised doubts. After all, Yavlinsky tried to show that he was even more of an opposition than the communists, and he did not vote for any of the budget projects on principle. Yabloko only voted for the budget once in 1994, and only on the third try. And after that, it was against it on principle. It did not even support the liberal reformer Sergei Kiriyenko. But this time, eighteen members of the Yabloko party voted for Putin. By the way, what is interesting is that even in the LDPR faction, two deputies did not vote for Putin, and one of them even voted against.
  It should be noted that there was no unity in Yeltsin's circle regarding the candidacy. Tatyana Dyachenko had doubts, fearing her past in the KGB, as did Ivan Petrovich Rybkin.
  Khodorkovsky, Gaidar and others noted that Putin has no experience in running election campaigns and is short, which may not convince voters.
  Indeed, no matter what they say about Yeltsin, he was tall and had a voice that could sing matins.
  So the delay in approval could have changed the mood and choice of the capricious Russian president.
  Well, okay, then it worked out...
  Stalin caught himself thinking that he was digging through the past memories of his bearer. And as if two in one. But Stalin's soul still dominates.
  The clock struck midnight. The girls brought coffee and snacks again. Besides black caviar, there was also cinnamon with special donuts, and cocoa with cream.
  Stalin-Putin drank... Well, it's already February 24, and it's time to confirm the advance of troops. The first strikes on Ukrainian positions will be at three o'clock in the morning. Such is the classic of wars. At this time, the duty officers are at their most tired and the rest are fast asleep.
  The leader of all times and peoples thought: - Maybe we should call off the attack after all? And try to bring pro-Russian forces to power in Ukraine?
  In Georgia, this was possible, although skeptics said that such a thing was impossible. And Hungary, the most obstinate country in the socialist camp, unexpectedly turned out to be the most pro-Russian in the European Union.
  But the communists are not supposed to be supporters of bringing socialism on bayonets. Or socialism, or the Russian world, which is essentially the same thing.
  Stalin-Putin hesitated, but only a little. No, they still had to fight. As it was with the Finns. Then it revealed some weaknesses of the Red Army and helped in the future war.
  Besides, Khalkhin-Gol made the Soviet command very self-confident. And the cold shower of the winter war turned out to be very useful. Otherwise, it could have been much worse in 1941.
  Stalin himself was very happy about the victory over the Japanese, who had once defeated the tsarist army of Nicholas II. True, most of the units were not Japanese, but Kwantung from the Chinese puppets. But that was also pleasant.
  The Russian army is already advancing, and it will be very hot. Although no particular resistance is expected. Plans to attack Kyiv are good. And bypassing the main cities, plus encirclement operations.
  Only more troops need to be used. And that would be great in this case. And of course tanks, as always in battle.
  The T-90 M is a vehicle that has a more powerful engine and moves faster and is more maneuverable.
  Stalin loved tanks. Moreover, before the Great War he liked their size, and designers developed such giants as the KV-3 and KV-5, the first weighing as much as a king tiger, and the second weighing a hundred tons.
  But then the leader became disillusioned with large machines. And he ordered to place a bet on smaller, but mobile ones. And this, perhaps, justified itself.
  The only thing Stalin underestimated was the role of missiles. In fact, Hitler produced five and a half thousand V-2 missiles, each of which cost as much as three and a half Panthers, and twenty thousand V-1 missiles costing as much as one Panther. And in general, the missile program cost the Third Reich two and a half times more than all of Germany's expenditures on tanks and self-propelled guns from 1934 to 1945. And the payback was just over two thousand killed Englishmen, almost all civilians, and a lot of destroyed and damaged houses.
  That is, the game was not worth the candle. That is why Stalin was cool towards missile technologies. If it were not for the priority expenditures on the V-2, then, by investing these funds, for example, in the Jagdpanther self-propelled gun and the TA-152 multi-role fighter-attack aircraft, the Germans could have prolonged the resistance for a long time, and maybe even won, or at least brought the Second World War to a draw.
  In modern warfare, the role of missiles is great, and in nuclear warfare, the most important.
  But Stalin, of course, does not intend to start a nuclear war. His goal is not to destroy humanity, but to create a global empire.
  And what is the ideology? Something like communism, only better.
  And Stalin-Putin confirmed:
  - We begin the operation Bohdan Khmelnitsky! Forward to Kyiv!
  . CHAPTER #5.
  The beautiful girls from the Medveditsa battalion landed at the airfield in Donetsk. It was already night, and the thunderous cannonade was about to begin. And first of all, air strikes and missiles.
  Alisa, the battalion commander, led the girls out onto the platform. They ran out, stamping their boots, wearing bulletproof vests and hung with weapons. A remarkable female team. None of the girls looked more than twenty-five years old, although there were older women here, experienced and bloody.
  Natasha, Aurora, Margarita, Maria - made up a kind of fighting quartet. All four warriors are seasoned, and managed to fight in Syria, and in Africa, and in Dagestan. And they are very beautiful and look like young girls, only very muscular.
  However, under the armor the muscles are not particularly visible.
  Alice, however, gives an unexpected command:
  - Strip down to your bikini!
  The girls exclaimed in unison:
  - Yes! An order is an order!
  And the girls began to throw off their clothes, and they did it very quickly and energetically. And now they were pressed down to thin strips of fabric on their chests and tight panties. But still in their boots.
  Alice, the girl commander, exclaimed:
  - And take off your shoes! You will run barefoot!
  And the girls did it synchronously, taking off their shoes. And their feet became bare, graceful and very beautiful. The girls' muscles were strong, cast, extremely prominent, with deep drawing. And the skin was tanned, which seemed thin due to the lack of fat and water.
  Alice commanded:
  - Take your weapons and run, march!
  The girls, grabbing their arsenal, rushed barefoot and in bikinis first along the airplane runway, and then along the streets of Donetsk. It was still a winter night. The streets were covered with an icy crust, on which the girls' bare, elastic soles with graceful curved heels slapped.
  Natasha, jumping up, noted:
  - What a thrill!
  Margarita agreed:
  - Wild pleasure!
  Maria replied with a laugh:
  - I appreciate your sense of humor, girls!
  Aurora objected:
  - We are not girls, we are monsters!
  And the warriors cried out in unison:
  - We are not pathetic bugs, we will tear everyone apart like blotting paper!
  The battalion of girls in bikinis continued to run, their bare, round, pink heels flashing. Only the occasional policeman and guard looked at them, since the city was under curfew, after all, it was a frontline city. True, a couple of boys still managed to slip past the guards and posts. And these boys whistled with delight.
  So many nearly naked girls in one place and so beautiful and muscular that it makes your head spin. Now that's a real super team.
  Natasha jumped up and turned over in the air, doing a somersault, and noted:
  - It's good to be a woman after all!
  Aurora objected:
  - And it's not bad to be a man! Although, when I think that males shave every day in the army, it gives me chills!
  Maria nodded:
  - It's better to be who you are! For example, we are capable of knocking out almost all men on planet Earth in hand-to-hand combat, and even in armed combat!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, you can't argue with that! I once bent a crowbar with my bare feet, and the men were shocked. And not one of them was able to straighten it.
  Natasha giggled and noted:
  - Men are getting weak!
  Aurora nodded:
  - Yes, and they also call themselves the stronger sex!
  And the girl kicked a piece of ice with her bare foot, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces. And she ran off again with the other beauties.
  Maria noted:
  - We look so grotesque!
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - But there is a passage in this!
  Natasha remembered:
  - I remember I had an Arab in Paris. He was very nice and affectionate, by the way, and he tried to please me, which he did brilliantly.
  Aurora laughed and replied:
  - Yes, men are not so bad. You just need to have an approach to them, and most importantly, not to be a prude yourself.
  Maria laughed, jumped up, turned over in the air, spun around and noted:
  - Much depends on the upbringing of girls. And the fair sex needs to be brought up correctly so that it loves strongly.
  Margarita confirmed, baring her teeth:
  - I don't understand those women who don't like men. Is it possible to be so cold? Males are so interesting and all different, and it's great to be with them.
  Natasha laughed and replied:
  - How can I say! Personally, I don't like potbellied people! They irritate me.
  Aurora noted:
  - The most important thing in a man is not abs with tiles, but his level of intelligence.
  Maria jumped again and spun around, landing deftly, and noted:
  - Muscles are important, as are intelligence and beauty! Still, few men will fall for an ugly woman, even if she is extremely smart.
  Margarita answered harshly:
  - They will fall for it if she is extremely rich.
  And the girls burst out laughing. And their eyes were the color of emeralds.
  and sapphires sparkled in the light of the lanterns.
  The battalion ran a couple of laps around the streets. The girls were strong, and had run barefoot, including in the snow, many times before. So their rather hard and calloused soles did not feel any particular discomfort. On the contrary, they even felt pleasant and cheerful. And when a hard and cold, or even slippery from ice surface massages a bare, sensitive girl's sole, it is even pleasant.
  These girls are so beautiful, but their beauty is the beauty of both wild, aggressive animals and sublime Goddesses. This is such a combination of the perfect and the natural. You can't argue with that.
  Natasha, jumping up, noticed:
  - That's why Margarita and I tried ourselves on the street? Do you think it was for the money? No, and of course it was necessary, but we spent all the money not on ourselves, but on unfortunate orphans. And we traded our bodies not for profit, but for good purposes! After all, orphans are so unfortunate.
  Aurora confirmed:
  - Yes, of course, children in orphanages are unhappy. And the worst thing is the children themselves, especially the older ones, who bully and torment the younger ones. And in the nineties it was even worse, the children were starving. That's why we decided to help the unfortunate ones. And the panel is a relatively honest way to make money and quite pleasant too!
  Margarita agreed:
  - Yes, that's right! Men are so different and interesting, and it's fun and wonderful to be with them. You experience bliss, adventure, new indescribable sensations, and you also earn money for unfortunate orphans - it's super!
  Maria nodded:
  - Yes, it's really great, as if with each new client you discover a universe for yourself. Not everyone understands this. When you read other authors, especially women, it's as if night fairies suffer and torment themselves so much, and they are ashamed. But in reality it's great and we like it so much!
  And the girls burst out laughing. It's really great, and very pleasant and funny memories of the work of the night fairies.
  Natasha noted:
  - I like to experiment in bed. And the more exotic the sex, the more pleasure and excitement. What can I say hyper!
  Warriors really show their character. If you want to fight, then fight, and if you want to love, then love. And their energy is in full swing. And they are magnificent in their animal and erotic power.
  Margarita noted:
  - It is better to love men than to hate impotent men!
  And the girls burst out laughing once again. They really are in a playful mood.
  So, having finished their run, they returned to the runway. There they put on their armor, combat suits, camouflage again. And you can't take them, they are just terminators of the fair sex. They are natural-born killers, but the girls' souls are like flowers. And in their hearts there is a fiery motor. Such a woman can really enter a burning hut, stop a galloping horse, and calm a child. And they have great power of both natural and cultivated charisma.
  Now they really do look more like terminators. And under the camouflage and armor, the figures of the fair sex are not so visible.
  Natasha noted:
  - Now we look like murderers, not whores! Although the latter gives good, and murder is evil.
  Margarita objected:
  - Killing in war is approved. But selling love in pagan cultures was considered a bad thing, or not quite good. Even if kings and pharaohs took advantage of it!
  Maria chirped:
  For a scoundrel, of course, the choice is clear,
  For dollars he is ready to betray Rus'...
  But that's what makes a Russian person beautiful,
  Who can give his life for the Motherland!
  And the girls slapped their boots again. And they looked great doing it.
  Aurora sang:
  Let's believe in the cards on the table,
  In them, the ace and queen beat the jack...
  The game is like Satan
  Although the planet is overdue!
  Natasha noted:
  - The verse has a good rhyme, but the meaning is too abstract!
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - And what in our world is not abstract! For example, a prostitute is affectionately called a night fairy, but there are much harsher and more abusive words!
  Aurora noted:
  - When you make love for money, it's great and cool! First of all, you don't know who your next client is, and it's not you who chooses the way of making love, but him, and that's the beauty of it!
  Maria giggled and cooed:
  - If you don't want freedom, you'll get slavery! For example, as they sing in the song - forever young, forever barefoot!
  Natasha noted:
  - There is no greater pleasure than sex with a man! And it is so!
  Margarita giggled and remarked:
  - What, doesn't it matter which male?
  The girl with blue hair replied:
  - Men have a saying - there are no ugly women, there are just not enough vodka! So this is true to some extent for males too.
  Aurora confirmed:
  - Exactly! There are no ugly men. All males are beautiful in their own way.
  Maria added:
  - But I still believe that true love does exist!
  The girls ran to the western outskirts of the city with an exit to the position. The first thing to do was to cut off Avdeevka. That was the plan. The city of Avdeevka itself seems small, before the war only thirty-five thousand people lived there. But it is well fortified. A real fortress city.
  Natasha noted:
  - Too bad! Personally, I would have preferred to go straight to Kyiv. And such routine is boring!
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - Yes! I would take Zelensky himself prisoner, and then make him kiss my bare feet!
  Aurora laughed and remarked:
  - I don't think it's humiliating! Rather, it's funny and pleasant.
  Maria chirped:
  We ran along the path,
  Barefoot girls feet...
  How many men can you pick up?
  I want to tease my happiness!
  And the warriors laughed. February night... It's somehow special. You can feel a fresh breath in it.
  Alice commanded:
  - Don't open fire! We must pass through the minefields unnoticed.
  Indeed, there were anti-personnel mines ahead. Moreover, some were quite tricky, and exploded, for example, not the first time, but the second time.
  The girls turned on special waves on their boots. When they emitted, they created such a field that even the most perfect mines did not explode. And it must be said, it would be great if the whole army had such. But only the battalion of bear girls had them. Sometimes, however, the girls even ran barefoot, and then the probability of being blown up by a mine was lower.
  Natasha noted:
  - What progress has reached, unprecedented miracles!
  Margarita agreed with this:
  - Yes, that's not bad, what else...
  Aurora replied:
  - In our armored suits we are practically invisible to radars and thermal imagers.
  Maria nodded:
  - That's not bad, but what about trivial human eyes?
  Natasha replied:
  - And on this account, we have something!
  The girls were now racing through the minefield, leaving virtually no traces. It seemed like cockroaches were running. Now that was really technique.
  In Syria, Natasha remembered, they once captured a homemade airplane that the mujahideen themselves had made. And they stole it... It was amazing how she and Margarita had done something like that. And no violence - cunning. And there was also a box of gold and emeralds on the airplane. And they say that women are only a burden in war.
  However, the fair sex has proven that it is capable of a lot. And not every man can boast of what these girls were able to do.
  Natasha, however, was thinking about hiding the gold and emeralds. But the girls decided to play fair. Moreover, they were paid the required percentage for this and each was awarded a medal "For Courage". This was really very nice.
  Once the girls also hit a car with kamikaze fighters. And it exploded so hard that the beauties themselves were slightly shaken, and at least they weren't cut by shrapnel.
  Right now they are making a deep bypass maneuver. True, there is no particular sense in it yet.
  Natasha thinks: will there be resistance or not? Here, as they say, a lot depends on the first impression. And war is like a drinking bout, you start shooting - it will be hard to stop.
  I remembered the Second World War. Then, before attacking the USSR, Hitler's Germany had very large and comparatively easy successes, including due to the low morale of the enemy. And also propaganda, which was very effective for the Nazis. Even the hatred of Jews was very much to many people's liking. Really, why do they hate them so much? Do they envy their intelligence and capital?
  A dog was running. Natasha shot it with a needle and calmed it down.
  The pair of female guards were removed, switching their machine guns to single shots in a silent mode.
  The barbed wire was cut. The girls did this with lasers attached to their machine guns. One of the guards looked like a teenager, the girls took pity on him, and Natasha shot a piece of rubber that stunned the boy without killing him.
  Then it was even easier, the first barracks were disarmed playfully. The guard was asleep and they simply hit him on the back of the head with a rifle butt. The girls even made fun of the surrendered men, forcing them to kiss the heels of their boots. The girls were disgusted to give the prisoners their bare soles. Only one of them, Victoria, took off her boot, but only to give the lieutenant a black eye with her bare toes, so that his nose turned blue and swelled.
  The battalion commander, an ardent Bandera supporter who had a finger in the cannon, was humiliated by the girls: they relieved themselves on him, rolled him in feathers and hung him upside down in a noose near the barracks.
  The girls then moved on. They saddled up a couple of Abrams, and shot a few more of the recalcitrant ones at a distance. And they did it cleanly. Although blood was flowing and brains, knocked out of heads, were flying around in the snow. It was easier from there. The frightened Ukrainian soldiers threw down their weapons without a fight and fell to their knees. Only some black mercenary tried to twitch, but Natasha spat a needle at him and knocked out his eye, after which the black man collapsed and died from pain shock.
  The girls encountered almost no resistance. It was easy.
  Several French armoured cars were captured. An English self-propelled gun and an assault gun on tracks from Holland were also captured.
  Natasha sang:
  - It's a pleasure to live with sisters! With our ataman there's no need to grieve!
  The girl's battery was also captured almost without a fight. Those who tried to resist were immediately shot with silent machine guns. One of the captives was a woman. The bear warriors stripped her naked. And forced the young woman to run naked. The captive men liked it. However, Natasha, who laughed too loudly, suddenly went and kicked the man in the balls with her boot.
  It flew up and described an arc.
  Margarita noted:
  - Laughing at a naked woman! We'll make you drink urine!
  And the warriors laughed. And some of them also kicked the captured men in the balls.
  The Swedish tank looked funny, like a flying saucer on tracks, with a retractable barrel. There were a couple of Swedes in it. They raised their hands and yelled:
  - Aunts, forgive the hooligans!
  The girls dragged them out, stripped them and flogged them for being mercenaries. After which the bloody men were also rolled in feathers to disgrace them!
  Natasha noted:
  - Isn't that too much?
  Margarita replied:
  - Mercenaries are held to a stricter standard!
  Aurora agreed:
  - Ukrainians, at least they fight for their own country, but they are fighting for someone else"s and for money.
  Maria squeaked:
  - We haven't fought with the Swedes for a long time!
  Natasha replied:
  - Today Kyiv, tomorrow Berlin, the day after tomorrow Paris, and then Washington!
  And the girls started screaming:
  - Glory to Great Russia!
  The war was going well, it was barely dawn, and there were already tricolor flags over Avdiivka. Tanks and infantry fighting vehicles entered there. The resistance was very weak, although the garrison was a whole division in number. Well, the girls planted their flag - a polar bear, rearing up and with fangs like saber-toothed tigers. Now that's really cool.
  Aurora shot several crows in frustration. There was practically no fight. Everyone surrendered and shook with fear. The girls even started kicking the men in the balls in frustration. Like, weaklings, afraid to even fight.
  The news about the capture of Avdiivka without losses was already being broadcast through the channels. But this is only the beginning.
  The girls began to be loaded into two huge transport helicopters and the super battalion was transferred to other areas.
  Margarita asked as she ran:
  - Are we heading to Kyiv now?
  Natasha confirmed:
  - Hope!
  And the girl fired a shot from a machine gun, deftly shooting off the ear of one of the prisoners.
  Aurora also fired so hard that the man screamed in hellish pain, and the girl squealed:
  - That's what you deserve, Banderovites!
  And she stuck out her tongue...
  Maria giggled and noted:
  - It's disgusting that this fortress fell so easily, without even having to strain. Like in a bad Hollywood movie!
  Margarita agreed:
  - Yes, it's a bad movie. In a good movie, everything is like a swing. And here we captured a whole regiment of players. And in Avdiivka itself, our troops disarmed a division without firing a shot. How they fear us!
  Natasha 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 struck the Wehrmacht,
  We will smash NATO troops into pieces!
  Avdiivka was almost festive in the light of the morning February sun. There were even already public celebrations. Russian troops were handing out boxes of champagne, beer and, of course, vodka. There was also ice cream in chocolate, and with strawberries, and coffee, and cakes, and pastries.
  Music played, and Ukrainian soldiers marched to the sounds of the orchestra into the camps. Some of them shouted:
  - Glory to Russia! Glory to the heroes!
  Some boys, despite the cold, bravely showed off their bare heels, which had turned scarlet from the cold, like the feet of geese. True, Russian soldiers threw them money, candies, chocolates, lollipops, and cockerels.
  Food supplies have already been delivered.
  The people rejoiced...
  That's how the quick assault ended. And the "Bear" battalion had already settled into the huge helicopters. Moreover, the machines had five propellers and were covered with active armor and depleted uranium.
  These are cars. The girls sat down in comfortable chairs. They were clearly unhappy.
  Natasha noted:
  - Too easy!
  Margarita noted:
  - In the game "Entente" you can also win without losses, even on a difficult level. Especially if you use heavy tanks. And even better, super-heavy ones. In the newest modification of "Entente", there are German tanks "Colossal", and the Russians have the super-heavy tank Mendeleev - "Emperor". And when they start, it will not seem like a little, and they mow down the infantry like a cultivator does wheat!
  Aurora clarified:
  - The cultivator doesn't mow the wheat! You're wrong.
  Maria sang:
  - We sowed wheat, sowed,
  The army was scattered, scattered!
  The girls burst out laughing... They were in a very cheerful mood. And they were so happy and joyful. They even started singing, not a martial song, but rather a lyrical one:
  Cats are not like people,
  But they are beautiful creatures...
  The villain wants to burn their tail,
  And he will receive, know the reward!
  
  The cat is not very tall,
  A very cute face...
  But the fighter is very tough, believe me,
  He crushes the mouse like that bug!
  
  It's nice to pet a cat,
  Run your fingers over his fur quietly...
  Write it down in your notebook, girl,
  May evil not happen soon!
  
  Here comes this cute little animal sneaking up,
  To grab a mouse with claws...
  The eyes sparkle like coal,
  We will measure everything, believe me, in a matter of days!
  
  A barefoot girl sings here,
  He makes his horns with his fingers...
  Opens his winning account,
  Let your feet run along the path!
  
  The cat was fed milk,
  And he quietly removes the foam...
  You can work with a chisel,
  And stick a sharp hatchet into the wall!
  
  The girl stepped with her bare heel,
  On the grass that shines like emerald...
  What a strong team!
  In her gaze, radiant and wonderful!
  
  Here she poured some for the kitten,
  Milk like this, just a bowl...
  And a sharp arrow pierced,
  Know that success is coming soon!
  
  Children, don't chase the cats,
  They are very useful creatures...
  Even though the cat has a smattering of fangs,
  But it really creates creativity!
  
  Do your job, dear boy,
  Walking barefoot through the dew...
  There will be a golden ear of corn in the field,
  We'll sit down with my darling before we go!
  
  The cat and I are one family,
  Together we observe order...
  You and I settled accounts quickly,
  Putting on thin gloves!
  
  The cat celebrated his name day,
  Fragrant cream cakes...
  I'll bring him some candy,
  An axiom, not a theorem!
  . CHAPTER #6.
  Stalin-Putin continued to govern. They began to report to him about the first successes in this war, or, more precisely, special operation. In addition, the dictator-leader gave other orders.
  In particular, Gorbachev was stripped of all his orders, including the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called, and arrested. But that was not enough. Chubais, Ksenia Sobchak, Kara-Murza, Yavlinsky, Mikhail Kastyanov, and many others were arrested.
  Yeltsin's widow Naina Yeltsina also did not escape arrest. Why spare the old woman? Stalin knows no pity or doubt. She was arrested, and the noose awaits her.
  They also arrested the billionaire Prokhorov (who dared to criticize Putin at one time and tried to run for president himself!), and the billionaire Deribasko, and of course Roman Abramovich. That's how energetically they got down to cleaning up the oligarchs. Others who weren't so well-known were arrested, too. They also arrested Cherkasov. Well, that's not so bad, there's no point in meddling in the Kremlin.
  The army is growing in size, the minimum term of conscription is two and a half years. And the borders are urgently and firmly closed.
  They also put Sergei Udaltsov in jail - there is no place for rebels at large. And Rashkin in prison, let the communists be afraid. Well, and Nikolai Bondarenko will be arrested too. But Andrei Navalny will be tried again. And this will be done by the people's assembly, like Socrates.
  He is a national hero of sorts. And he should be accused of working for a dozen intelligence agencies.
  And then hang them!
  There was a temptation to revive impalement, but that was too much even for Stalin. But the gallows is not bad either. Moreover, hanging can be done in different ways, including in a very painful way for the person being executed.
  It's a pity that Yeltsin can't be hanged anymore, and Gorbachev doesn't have much time left anyway. Well, at least they'll hang him. By the way, what to do with Yuri Ryzhkov? On the one hand, he's apparently on Putin's team and has become a submissive serf.
  But on the other hand, it was Yuri Ryzhkov's economic policy that caused the crisis in the USSR and became one of the reasons for the collapse of the Soviet empire. So maybe it would be better to hang him too.
  Stalin-Putin said to himself:
  - The Ryzhkovs, both Nikolai and Yuri, are only harmful to us. Arrest them both!
  Well, the more gallows, the better. And the more names familiar to the people are executed, the more fear, and respect and love grow.
  So the list of those arrested has expanded. And those who have already been taken have been processed. Just be careful, so that, for example, Mikhail Gorbachev doesn't die before the trial. And the trial is needed. But the main thing is that they have already arrested, and the authority of the dictator Stalin-Putin has grown in Russia. And in the world too.
  The girls brought more coffee to the leader. He took a sip. And again wrote decrees.
  When they get married, the newlyweds receive a fairly large sum from the state. And when they get divorced, they have to pay double. And without the man's consent, divorce is impossible. This should strengthen families.
  Here's how Putin himself didn't think of this. We need a lot of people. In particular, it would be nice to simplify the process of obtaining Russian citizenship. Why don't we at the same time come up with some way to increase the number of people!
  Here in the future there appeared such a cool thing as computer games. And the memory of the carrier suggests it. Of course, the current president has no time to play, but he tried a little. Moreover, games on a super-powerful computer with a huge screen. And there you can stamp out billions of units. And build megalopolises larger than Tokyo or Shanghai agglomerations.
  But people in reality don't know how to stamp out people like in the game. But maybe they'll learn. They're not weak. That would be cool too.
  The girls are delivering new decrees from the Russian president, who has been possessed by Stalin's spirit. And they are, let's say, very cool. And you can't argue with that.
  Next, a breakdown of the types of weapons. Why is the Armada tank not in production? It should be launched. Despite all the advantages of the T-90 tank, this machine is morally obsolete. It differs little from the T-72 machine from the seventies. But in general, the T-90 is an evolution of the T-54, well, of course, with changes.
  Just like the German Leopard, it has the layout of the E-series tanks, which were developed during World War II. Fortunately for the USSR, these formidable machines did not have time to be launched into serial production. But if they had, there would have been considerable problems.
  Stalin especially liked the German E-10, a small, nimble machine with a very low silhouette, easy to manufacture. And this machine could create big problems. Moreover, it can be produced in large quantities.
  Here is the "Panther", a machine for its weight armed with too light a gun, weak armor, especially on the sides, not very successful. But if with the weight of the "Panther", make a tank with the armor and weapons of the "Tiger"-2 and with an even more powerful engine, and large slopes of armor plates, then this would become a colossal problem. This is a truly convincing battle could have arisen, and it is unknown whether there would have been men left to inseminate women.
  Stalin-Putin issued several more decrees. In particular, he awarded Vladimir Ilyich Lenin posthumously with the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called and ordered the construction of a special pyramid. Putin himself should be buried there after his death. In fact, the Mausoleum is not a dormitory, and each leader should have his own pyramid.
  And what about the successor? So far Mikhail Mishustin has been more or less satisfactory as prime minister. Although Siluanov should be kicked out, or better yet, jailed and tried. Maybe hanged or sent to a camp. There could be other repressions later.
  And Lukashenko should send his troops to the front. What does he think about sitting it out?
  Stalin didn't like this mustachioed dictator. He was too talkative, like Leon Trotsky. But Stalin wasn't a chatterbox himself and didn't like those who chattered too much. And Lukashenko is painfully impudent. He wants to have everything and give nothing in return. He still hasn't recognized the independence of Abkhazia, South Ossetia, or the annexation of Crimea. Unlike, for example, Assad, who formalized all this as it should be. And Nicaragua partially recognized him.
  Not a bad regime in North Korea - really Stalinist and entrenched. In Belarus there is no such level of discipline and obedience. And to draw for yourself only eighty percent in the presidential elections, for a real dictator - weak! A real dictator, like Kim, draws for himself either one hundred percent, or ninety-nine with a bit. Like Saddam Hussein.
  Well, they'll take him when the time comes and put Lukashenko in jail. He'll know how to show obstinacy. And his popularity in Russia is even bad. Only one can be popular in Russia!
  Moreover, why should he be popular? Because of his loudmouthedness? Stalin, unlike Hitler, was not loudmouthed, but how the people loved him, both in the USSR and beyond! And even under Gorbachev, many continued to adore Stalin, despite the mixture of slander and half-truths. Not everything was a lie, of course. Stalin was indeed cruel, but you can't do otherwise with the Soviet people. Or with anyone else, either.
  Even in Europe, democracy works more or less tolerably well with Europeans, but when confronted with Arabs or African immigrants, it gives in. Because human rights and their observance are a minus.
  For example, Hitler was tougher, and it yielded results. But the Fuhrer still lost to Stalin. The latter was much tougher towards his people and entourage. Hitler was too merciful towards his people, and his team as well. For example, Hermann Goering and others stole a lot and did it with impunity. And this accelerated the defeat of the Third Reich.
  In particular, for example, Himmler sold Jews for gold, platinum, stones and currencies. He sent entire trains with children, women and other representatives of the Jewish people to Switzerland and Sweden. But the money they earned, hundreds of millions of dollars, did not go to armaments and the economy of the Third Reich, but into the pockets of Himmler, Bormann and their entourage.
  But this money, huge sums for selling Jews abroad, was simply stolen.
  The Germans are a pragmatic people. They intimidated the Jews, threatened to send them alive into the oven, and then extorted a colossal ransom from the Jewish and billionaires and millionaires close to them. They wrote down in the documents that they were supposedly liquidated, but they were transported in trains outside the Third Reich, and this was already a system. But fortunately, almost all of these sums were pocketed by Himmlers, Bormanns, Goerings, Krupps and the like. And Goebbels also put his paw in there, and so did the rest.
  This is how capital was built on bones. And if it weren't for the theft, then thousands of new tanks and planes would have appeared on the front line from the Wehrmacht.
  The German fighter-attack aircraft T-152 was especially successful, the best of all propeller aircraft. It had excellent flight characteristics - a speed of 760 kilometers per hour, and powerful armament - six aircraft cannons, and armor at the same time.
  And this aircraft could be used as a frontline bomber, and as an attack aircraft, and as a fighter. In fact, the Germans could only produce one such type for all occasions. And this gave great advantages when you only have one type of aircraft, both in terms of unification of production, and supplies, and pilot training, and runways.
  But Hitler then decided to rely on jet aviation. Which in practical terms turned out to be a mistake. Jet aviation required too much restructuring, despite its promise, and in the conditions of such a difficult war it turned out to be unrealistic to do so.
  Not to mention that one ME-262 cost and required as much effort as five TA-152s with less combat effectiveness. Moreover, the infrastructure of propeller-driven aircraft was debugged, and the T-152 itself was an evolution of the Focke-Wulf, which simplified both its serial production and operation.
  So Hitler was wrong about that too. But his biggest miscalculation was, of course, the ballistic and cruise missiles, which bled the German military-industrial complex dry with comparatively little impact. Thanks to this, such a large-scale war as the Great Patriotic War lasted less than four years. But it could have dragged on.
  America fought in Vietnam for more than ten years. It was not defeated on the battlefield, but a massive anti-war movement and relatively large losses forced it to stop. And the costs of this war were not small in financial terms, and inflation accelerated in the USA.
  Under Stalin, before the war, inflation was also quite high - prices had grown eighteen times since 1928, and the Soviet ruble ceased to be a freely convertible currency. But after the Great War, Stalin managed to turn the situation around, and even perform an economic miracle: he lowered prices every spring. And even after Stalin's death, this continued by inertia for several more years.
  Then, it died down a bit, but inflation was still low in Soviet times, and prices for many goods did not change for twenty years. And before Gorbachev, people had a reliable and stable existence. True, that movie actor Reagan came along and fear of a nuclear war arose. And that pretty much spoiled the existence of ordinary people. And under Gorbachev, it got even worse.
  Stalin-Putin continued to give orders and sign decrees. In particular, to increase the production of the newest ones. And also to lay the foundation for the construction of new ships. In particular, why does Russia not have battleships? This, you must admit, is not right!
  Yes, it is generally accepted that battleships are too vulnerable, especially to nuclear missiles. But, for example, for combat operations in Africa, they are quite effective. And a pair of S-400 installations on each ship can reliably protect it.
  And the large guns of battleships can produce a deadly bombardment, which will be cheaper than missiles or bombs dropped from aircraft.
  Stalin-Putin ordered to start negotiations with China to build part of the fleet there, and to reproduce some of it at home. Such are Napoleonic plans.
  Stalin's attitude to Napoleon was ambiguous. Undoubtedly, Bonaparte was great. But he was unable to hold on to what he had won and lost everything. Nevertheless, he remained great, despite all the defeats. But Hitler remained a scoundrel in history. And after so many years, only marginals adore the Fuhrer... Although not entirely, among Arabs and blacks, Hitler is more popular.
  Stalin personally liked Genghis Khan more, who knew no failures. And his empire expanded for some time after his death.
  The tragedy of great people is that they are mortal. So Stalin died and was reviled. Of course, he should have quit smoking, walked more in the fresh air, lost weight and preferably not drunk, and slept at night while working during the day.
  In this regard, Stalin overextended himself. No one poisoned him, but medical assistance was provided late. So what is there to remember?
  In any case, the order to begin building battleships has been given.
  Although this will require a lot of time. That's good about computer games, how comparatively easy it is to produce any kind of weapons. The same battleships, literally go in series, if only there were resources. And in some strategy games, resources can be mined endlessly.
  What doesn't exist in real life... And this really surprises me. I want to play on the computer myself, but I don't have time.
  I remembered my childhood. There, Stalin, studying at the seminary, saw for the first time how people played a chess game. And he really liked this game. Although the Orthodox Church did not particularly approve of it. But in Russia, chess tournaments were already taking place, and you could even play for a bet.
  Stalin learned to play chess, but he didn't play well enough to earn money from it. And when he lost, Koba freaked out. So he didn't become a great amateur.
  But Stalin was quite good at cheating at cards, and knew several tricks, which he really liked and could bring in a good income.
  But first of all, of course, the revolution and political career. In this regard, Stalin thought more than once whether he had made the right choice. Especially when the State Duma appeared, the idea arose of whether to transfer the struggle to legal, bourgeois and parliamentary rails?
  For example, in real history, Gennady Zyuganov relied exclusively on legal, non-revolutionary methods of struggle. And he even began to condemn mass riots, color revolutions and Maidans. But wasn't a color revolution carried out in February, making it possible for the Bolsheviks to come to power?
  But didn't Lenin himself go for an armed coup, refusing to stake on the elections to the Constituent Assembly? Moreover, the Bolsheviks lost these elections, even having already had power and administrative resources.
  Zyuganov is, by and large, an opportunist, but on the other hand, he didn't really have much of a choice. And fear played a role.
  While Stalin-Putin decided not to touch him - the communists are the support of the Kremlin's imperial policy. Moreover, they zealously supported the arrest of Chubais and other oligarchs, and pretended not to notice the arrests of Udaltsov, Bondarenko and other radicals.
  Stalin-Putin grinned. Everyone wants to live and thinks - my hut is on the edge.
  But maybe he went too far here? He could cause a split in society. During the Great Patriotic War, some of the traitors were from among the offended family members of enemies of the people.
  Although, for example, Marat Kazei, despite his repressed father, did not betray the Soviet power. And became a hero.
  Stalin imagined Marat. A fair-haired, skinny boy, with legs bruised, bruised and goitered from the cold, walking through the autumn forest on a mission.
  And he also carries with him a backpack with grenades and explosives.
  Marat, by the way, loved to walk barefoot, even in the snow, he was a hardened boy, hardy, thin, but sinewy. They even made a barefoot monument to him.
  Although there are no witnesses left as to how Marat Kazei died, the official version was beautiful. In general, it is a pity, when it comes to child heroes, almost all of them died.
  This is what is good about the AI genre - in it the main character, regardless of whether he is an adult or a child, remains alive, if that is the author's desire.
  Stalin-Putin had not slept for a long time and dozed off right in his chair.
  And he dreamed that he was not the leader of all times and peoples, but a boy of about eleven years old, Joseph. Or as his name was simply Isia or Soso. Yes, they tried to make a film about Stalin's childhood in Soviet times. But the figure of the leader was so majestic that the image of Stalin and a child did not fit together.
  Now he is a nice Georgian, black-haired boy. In torn pants down to the knees, in a tattered shirt and, of course, barefoot. Well, in the summer, especially in gentle Georgia, it is more pleasant to walk barefoot than in shoes. For example, in the seminary they were forced to walk in polished shoes, which in the Caucasian heat is more torture than pleasure.
  Although barefoot peasant children envied them. Stalin himself was very proud to receive new shoes from merchant sponsors, until his feet got sore. But for an adult to walk barefoot, even in tsarist times and in hot Georgia, is not decent. What are you, a beggar tramp?
  Stalin, now young, looked around. Next to him was a boy of about eleven years old - the same age as him, but fair-haired, and also barefoot and ragged. His pants were above his knees, and his feet were worn and bruised. The boy nodded:
  - My name is Marat! And you and I have a task.
  Boy Stalin asked:
  - What other task?
  Marat replied:
  - We need to reconnoiter the German positions in the Caucasus. And pass something on to the underground in the city. You and I are still boys and it will be easier for us to get through.
  Stalin nodded:
  - Yes, we are still kids, but we know and can do a lot! But two boys can arouse suspicion. It would be nice for us to take musical instruments and pretend to be circus performers.
  Marat objected:
  - Where are we going to get musical instruments? There's a war going on!
  The boy chief replied:
  - Let's steal harmonicas from the Germans! Come on, let's go!
  Both children took off. Their bare feet had become so rough from walking barefoot for so long that the calluses itched, the road was mountainous, the stones were sharp. And so not like in Belarus on the turf and grass with bare soles, which of course get rough, but not as much. But on a mountain path, where there are sharp stones. And the children's feet from such a sharp and hot surface are already like camel hooves, and harder than the soles of boots.
  That's why Marat, who is more accustomed to Belarusian turf, has it harder here in the mountains of Georgia than Stalin. The Georgian boy's feet did not know shoes almost all year round, since the winters here are relatively warm, and you can show off bare heels almost all the time. And then the feet are more hardened. Fortunately, Marat has already managed to adapt.
  Here is an alternative history of the war, where the Nazis managed to capture the Caucasus. True, the guerrilla war continues. And the boys are involved here.
  Stalin, in any case, is happy to be a boy, it is easy to move, and even sharp stones tickle the child's bare calluses, not painfully, but almost pleasantly. True, his stomach aches slightly from hunger. But it is better to be thin than fat.
  The sun came out and began to bake. Martat and Stalin pulled off their shabby shirts and bared their torsos. The boys were bony, their ribs protruded like the bars of a basket, but sinewy, and their arms, though thin, were quite strong, and their stomachs were sunken.
  Marata's light hair was cut short, but it had already grown out and was sticking out in all directions. But this is even better, he looks more like a tramp. Apparently Stalin looks like this, only Marat is light, like overripe wheat, and the Georgian boy is dark, with a slightly reddish tint.
  The boys started running, there were vines all around the road, and some kind of mixture of subtropics and tropics. This is Georgia - a subtropical territory with hot summers, early springs and warm autumns, and in winter snow and frosts are rare, usually above zero temperatures.
  Almost a paradise. Especially during the Soviet era, when so many holiday homes and sanatoriums were built here.
  But now there is a German occupation here. The road is quite winding, sometimes up, sometimes down, and equipment cannot pass along it. But a couple of Georgian policemen galloped by on horseback. They did not pay attention to the boys. Only one of them hit Marat with a whip, but the sinewy boy managed to jump away.
  After which, both policemen galloped on.
  Stalin asked:
  - Why did the Germans capture Georgia?
  Marat replied with a sigh:
  - Japan defeated the Americans at Midway, and in their joy opened a second front in the Far East, and Turkey also entered the war, striking from Transcaucasia. Thus, they managed to first cut off the Caucasus, and then capture it!
  The Georgian boy asked:
  - And Moscow?
  The Belarusian boy replied:
  - Moscow is holding on! Heavy fighting is going on, and the Germans are advancing on the capital of our Motherland, but Moscow is holding on for now. Powerful defensive lines have been erected around it. True, the Germans have powerful tanks: "Panthers", "Tigers", "Lions", and the "Ferdinand" self-propelled guns.
  Stalin smiled sadly. In real history, the Nazis actually developed the "Lion" tank, a type of "Tiger"-2, only with a more powerful gun and thicker armor and, of course, heavier.
  The effectiveness of the ninety-ton Lev tank was questionable. The only thing was that its side armor was thicker, and this could have created some problems, but for sub-caliber shells this is not an obstacle.
  Stalin the kid jokingly remarked:
  - Panther, tiger, lion, and even a leopard!
  The boy noticed:
  - The Germans seem to have the "Gepard", a very fast and light tank, but weakly armored. I think it could cause us problems.
  Stalin frowned. He had not heard of the Germans developing the "Gepard". True, there were plans to create a "Panther" weighing twenty-five tons and with a seven-hundred-horsepower engine. Such a machine was very mobile. Perhaps the Germans, having more resources, launched it into production...
  Stalin's thoughts were interrupted by the roar of an airplane. An attack aircraft or a fighter was flying somewhere, but it was not visible behind the clouds. Marat noted:
  - Partisans hide in the mountains, especially in caves. From time to time they make very painful forays for the Nazis. And children like us plant mines on roads and railways!
  The roar began to fade; there were several planes and they buzzed like a swarm of mosquitoes.
  The children quickened their pace. It was easy, but the feeling of hunger became stronger. But on the way the boys picked some plums. They were quite sweet and tasty, and the feeling of hunger weakened.
  Marat noted:
  - Georgia is a fabulous land!
  Stalin nodded:
  - Of course! Georgia is not only an all-Union health resort, but also a forge and a granary!
  And the boy with black hair, when he slaps his bare foot on a stone, it will fly apart - this is a more fragile form.
  Marat took it and began to sing:
  We are pioneers, children of communism -
  A fire, a tent and a ringing horn!
  The invasion of the damned fascism -
  Which awaits a furious defeat!
  
  What did we lose in these battles?
  What did you gain in battles with the enemy?
  We used to be just children of the world -
  And now warriors of the Native Land!
  
  But Hitler took a step towards our capital,
  He brought down a waterfall of countless bombs!
  My Fatherland is even more beautiful than the sky -
  Now the bloody sunset has come!
  
  We will respond to aggression harshly -
  Although we ourselves are, alas, small in stature!
  But the sword in the hands of a fragile teenager -
  Stronger than the legions of Satan!
  
  Let the tanks rush in avalanche after avalanche,
  And we share the rifle between three of us!
  Let the police aim meanly at your back,
  But the Holy God will punish them fiercely!
  
  What have we decided? To do the work of peace -
  But for that, alas, I had to shoot!
  The calm is already disgusting.
  Sometimes violence can be a blessing!
  
  The girl and I run barefoot together.
  Even though it snowed, the snowdrift burns like coal!
  But they have no fear, children know -
  The fascist will be boldly driven into the coffin with a bullet!
  
  Here they laid down a company of vile Fritzes,
  And the rest of the cowards run away!
  We crush infantry like a scythe in battle -
  Our youth is no obstacle for us!
  
  Victory achievement, will be in May,
  There's a blizzard now, prickly, hard snow!
  The boy is barefoot, his sister is barefoot,
  The children greeted the dawn in rags!
  
  Where do these forces come from in us?
  To endure pain, cold, and need!
  When the comrade measured the bottom of the grave,
  When my friend moans, I will die!
  
  Christ blessed us pioneers,
  He said, the Fatherland was given to you by God!
  This is the first of all faith,
  Soviet, sacred country!
  Stalin, being a boy, sang along and the children were very happy. They slapped their bare, little feet, and their dusty heels flashed, and their tanned, sinewy torsos shone slightly.
  . CHAPTER #7.
  Oleg Rybakov, the commander of the children's special forces and a brilliant boy inventor of about eleven years old, was moving towards Kyiv with his squad. The young warriors were flying on special flying saucers, a unique device invented by Oleg and a girl named Alina.
  Special children were the result of a random mutation. And the FSB selected them from all over Russia and created a special squad. These children were unusually strong and fast at the same time, and had outstanding abilities.
  But Oleg and Alina, twin brother and sister, turned out to be especially inventive wunderkinds. And they, these super-genius children, invented such things, simply miracle weapons.
  The first, of course, is the flying disc. It seems not to be a very original weapon, the Nazis made it during the Second World War and tried to launch it into series production. But real tests after the war showed that flying discs are too expensive, vulnerable to small arms, have a short power reserve with huge fuel consumption, and are stable only if the size is at least fifty meters in diameter. And who needs such an aircraft in combat conditions anyway?
  But Oleg discovered a way to obtain energy by controlled synthesis of hydrogen, as a result of which flying saucers received a colossal power reserve and became smaller in size.
  But the most important thing is a labinary jet of enormous power, after which it became impossible to shoot down the disc craft with a missile, a shell, or a burst. Any material object was simply thrown away by the air flow, which was strong and capable of knocking down any material obstacle. The only thing that could create a problem for such a disc craft is either a laser beam or very strong ultra-short-wave radiation. But the laser must be very powerful to cut through spinning armor, and the Ukrainians do not have this, plus a reflective surface capable of repelling radiation. Here, if you are going to make a laser, then at least with nuclear pumping. But so far, no country in the world has created a laser weapon capable of cutting through battleships, as in the novel "The Hyperboloid of Engineer Garin".
  So the flying discs that the children's special forces fighters fly on are practically invulnerable. The question is, really, how can you fire from them if they are in a streamlined and very powerful laminar flow? After all, you can't drop a bomb from them, or a rocket, or a shell, or even a machine gun burst?
  But Oleg and Alina, who are not yet twelve years old, have come up with a new weapon - drones the size of a small midge. Just imagine such a tiny, smaller than a mosquito, flying machine. But inside this machine is explosives, a tiny piece of antimatter. And one gram of antimatter is an atomic bomb the size of two Hiroshimas. That is, twenty kilotons of TNT. And that means a millionth of a gram of antimatter is twenty kilograms of pure explosives, and even a cumulative effect.
  That is, no tank can withstand a tiny midge, not even an Ambrams, Leopard, or Challenger, and of course, a T-90. And it is capable of shooting down a ballistic missile and a heavy bomber. Moreover, midges, despite their small size, fly very fast, and there are millions of them. They are truly miracle weapons.
  Due to the fear that the secret of producing micro-drones and invulnerable discs would float away to a potential enemy, they were only in service with children's special forces. And very few people knew about its existence.
  But Stalin-Putin, of course, was aware of it. But he also had a very vague idea of what a genius force the children's special forces possessed. Therefore, he did not know the details. Especially such fantastic ones.
  After all, as they say - the king cannot think about everyone! The king must think about what is important!
  The squad of young geniuses is small, only fifty children, and none of them are even twelve years old. But there are twenty-five discs, albeit small ones. And a whole swarm of tiny drones. And the children can defeat an entire army. The only thing is that the drones need to be controlled carefully, otherwise the antimatter will burn and destroy half of Ukraine with its civilian population, and this should be avoided.
  Therefore, the children's special forces unit moves in a single fist. And here it is important to produce a moral and psychological effect in order to avoid unnecessary victims, and so that the Ukrainians themselves surrender - minimum bloodshed, maximum efficiency.
  Oleg on his drone with his sister. The boy is wearing shorts and controls the drones with both his fingers and bare feet. Alina is also barefoot. It is much more convenient this way. You need to watch the drone clouds carefully. Even if they crash into a bird, a serious detonation can occur. And what if they hit a house or peaceful infrastructure?
  Alina noted:
  - There are helicopters ahead!
  The boy genius nodded:
  - I see it! Are we going to destroy them, or should we offer them surrender?
  The girl replied:
  - We'll shoot down one and offer to spare the lives of the others.
  That's what they decided... One micro-drone is enough. And it stands out from the cloud and accelerates sharply. It rushes like a meteor. And due to its tiny size, it is not visible either on radar or with the naked eye.
  The helicopter explodes... The rest of the automatics open fire.
  Oleg, slightly changing his voice so that it would not sound too childish, said:
  - We have a miracle weapon that can destroy you completely. Surrender! For this you will receive worthy positions in the Russian army with high salaries!
  Alina added:
  - Otherwise, you will be destroyed before you can blink! Your choice is a happy life or an inglorious death!
  The helicopter pilots responded by firing missiles. They flew towards the disc aircraft, leaving long trails. They hit the labinary stream and flew away.
  In response, another elusive, fast micro-drone crashed into the daring helicopter. And the machine with the blades was torn apart, so that the debris flew around, smoking profusely. Of course, the pilots also died.
  Alina burst into tears:
  - I feel sorry for our Slavic brothers!
  Oleg nodded:
  - Yes, of course. There could be women in the helicopter. The other disc craft approached. And it was a terrible sight, like an alien invasion. And then the helicopter pilots started shouting:
  - We surrender!
  And so fifteen planes began to turn around and land in the field. This is how surrender went. It turned out quite simply. And they hung out white flags.
  The prisoners were sorted by boys and girls who had jumped out of other discs. Although winter was not yet over, the children had bare, tanned, muscular legs and were dressed for summer. But they seemed to feel no discomfort, leaving graceful, bare footprints of their little soles on the frost.
  Yes, the first skirmish with the aircraft went wonderfully. And the barefoot, childish team flew on.
  Along the way, of course, they decided to plant the tricolor over Kharkov.
  And they moved towards the city. The units that they encountered on the way threw down their weapons and threw out white flags, and some even Russian ones.
  A couple of times the disc-flyers tried to shoot at them, but combat drones flew in in response. So it was, you could say, really hot and it turned out that the resistance broke easily, like tearing a thin web, or even easier!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - It's turning out lovely, isn't it?
  Alina replied, also smiling:
  - Easier than we thought!
  The boy took it and sang:
  How we lived, struggling,
  And not fearing death...
  This is how you and I will live from now on!
  The girl picked up:
  And in the starry heights,
  And the mountain silence...
  In the sea wave and the furious fire!
  And in a furious, furious fire!
  And the children stamped their bare, nimble feet in unison.
  In Kharkov itself, a rally had already gathered, and the crowds were still arriving. When Oleg and Alina hung the tricolor on the city hall building, it caused a burst of applause. And new Russian flags began to appear in the crowd.
  Oleg exclaimed:
  - Now you have found true freedom and a happy life! You will have elected governors and mayors, high salaries and security. But for now, this will be...
  A large plane appeared in the sky and candies, chocolates, donuts, ice cream and other goodies flew from above. And music played.
  The children started singing in chorus, and the entire crowd in the square joined in:
  The indestructible union of free republics,
  It was not brute force or fear that united us!
  But the good will of enlightened people,
  And wisdom, light, reason and courage in dreams!
    
  The people of Ukraine and Russia are united,
  We, Slavic brothers, are friends forever!
  Glorified be the Lord's supreme name,
  All nations of the world are a holy family!
    
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The friendship of peoples is the support forever!
  Legitimate power, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
    
  We have opened the way to space for people all over the world,
  Fascism is destroyed, progress is exalted!
  Let us measure out glorious miles between the stars,
  For us the Almighty died and rose again!
    
  There is no stronger spirit of Russia in the universe,
  The Ukrainian people are our brothers in our hearts!
  We serve the Fatherland more strongly, or rather,
  Boy, take the machine gun in your fist!
    
  They reached Berlin in tanks, shooting,
  Even though many wonderful people died!
  Freedom shines, giving the Russians the banner,
  And by the power of love the villain is thrown into hell!
    
  Believe me, we will protect and expand our Motherland,
  Let's give an endless ocean of love!
  Under the flag of boundless, Great Russia,
  Let my descendants frolic with laughter!
  And the children's bare feet danced while the whole square sang, and when they finished there was loud applause. That's how damn great it was.
  There is a roar above, F-16 fighters are flying and they launch missiles on the move. But the drones fly towards the missiles and shoot them down, disintegrating them into small fragments with explosions. And Oleg exclaimed:
  - What will they get?
  Alina replied:
  - Annihilation!
  And the fast drones covered four attack aircraft fighters in a couple of seconds. They thundered and instantly fell apart. Moreover, the fragments burned during the flight in the air, and it seemed like candles were falling from a Christmas tree. And they fell very beautifully, like a wonderful firework.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Our army is strong,
  It can tear everyone apart at once...
  Satan attacks,
  With the double bass Karabas!
  Alina laughed and noted:
  - Yes, it's fun! And you could say it couldn't be cooler! Not counting what might happen during the storming of New York, or Beijing if it comes to that!
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - Beijing? As one Russian general said: two birds cannot live in the same den, only one must remain! That is what happened in this case.
  The boy genius laughed. Indeed, it seemed funny.
  The crowd rejoiced. How quickly and with such grandeur everything happened. The girl noted with a sweet look:
  Karabas has a terrible bass voice,
  And a terrible grimace...
  More terrible than this Karabas,
  You won't find Barabas!
  And the girl took and slapped the ice floe with her bare, pink, round little heel. And it shattered into tiny pieces.
  And from above they continued to throw all sorts of goodies and sweets, it was just a celebration.
  Oleg sang with a smile:
  There is nothing more beautiful than a mother's kiss,
  You, knight, protect your Fatherland...
  For the sake of our radiant glory,
  Help your homeland become better!
  Indeed, the children's special forces quickly restored order here. Several Banderites were tied up by local residents themselves. Otherwise, everything went quietly and peacefully.
  Oleg remembered how they carried out an operation in Syria. It was also quite simple there. The mujahideen, seeing that they were captured by small children, were simply shocked. Yes, the boys and girls had fun then.
  By the way, they were even smaller in stature and years then. And their little, bare, children's feet ran with great pleasure on the hot sand of Syria. It tickled the soles so gently, just super. It should have been unpleasant, but they were not just children, they were mutant children!
  Oleg was pleased to remember this. Then he used ultrasound against the mujahideen. And it worked very well.
  Alina also contributed her share. And other children, despite their small size, showed themselves in hand-to-hand combat. Well, just like in Hong Kong movies about karate. When they film little children who playfully beat up grown men.
  Or Japanese cartoons, where boys and girls who are supermen also often appear!
  Then they captured several Ambrams tanks, which, frankly speaking, look clumsy. Even the German Panther from WWII looks much nicer and more aesthetically pleasing.
  After which the children special forces danced on these tanks, slapping their bare, small, tanned feet.
  This was very beautiful. They just started singing:
  In summer the sun is so radiant,
  The air is filled with honey and dew!
  My feeling for the Fatherland is pure,
  Washing with running water!
  
  We run on the emerald grass,
  Like bunnies, they hopped barefoot.
  We became pioneers at the front,
  And no one dragged us by force!
  
  After all, nature is so beautiful,
  Ruby-rimmed sunrise.
  The sun, too, is like a red banner,
  Here the golden sprout turns yellow in a whirlwind!
  
  In every bush and blade of grass,
  The spirit dear to the Fatherland is visible...
  Like pearl threads twisting,
  That's poplar fluff floating!
  
  How sweet is the sound of the dear oriole,
  The nightingale's voice is silver.
  I love the idols of Rodoveria,
  And the golden domes of churches!
  
  Here is a bear making marks on the trunk,
  And the fox wags its tail...
  Gyrfalcons fly through the sky screaming,
  This is our Russian, chosen home!
  
  Don't trample the filthy foreigner,
  The horde will not come to the Fatherland!
  Because we serve the two-headed one -
  The universe is under the eagle's hand!
  
  We will fly into the sky with a trill of falcons,
  We will conquer the universe!
  The stacks in the field are collected down to the last grain,
  After all, Moscow is the Third Rome!
  That's how the children fought back then... They were feared, although they were so small and young then. How could you send a whole army against them?
  
  Here they are again moving west. Kharkov is already under control, tricolor flags are already on all the streets. Such a quick and easy victory. And now the disc-planes are flying west.
  There are a dozen Leopard tanks visible ahead, and they are beautiful machines, more graceful than the Ambrams. They have armor with more rational slopes, and are lower in height, and are more agile.
  Oleg winked at Alina:
  - See, the Germans are here?
  The girl nodded:
  - Yes, I see. Should we take them prisoner or blow them up?
  The boy genius replied:
  - It depends on them.
  Alina sang in response:
  On this flying ball,
  From which you can't jump...
  And things will still be bad for us there,
  But let's not cry, friends...
  Olezhka picked up, jumping on his bare feet:
  Although luck is rare,
  And the path is not embroidered with roses...
  And everything that happens in the world,
  It doesn't depend on us at all!
  And the children sent out tiny drones. And they flew and went straight into the barrels of the Leopards, and two vehicles with crosses on their armor exploded.
  And the young pair of child geniuses sang:
  Everything that exists in the world depends on it,
  From the heights of heaven...
  But our honor, but our honor,
  It depends on us alone!
  And then signals were heard from the Leopards:
  - Have mercy on us!
  Oleg, this boy of about eleven years old, but brilliant, like a thousand Solomons, sang:
  Don't spare them,
  Destroy these bastards!
  Like crushing bedbugs,
  Beat them like cockroaches!
  Alina answered with a smile:
  - Okay, they are people too, let them surrender! And get out of the tanks.
  The cars were indeed driven by Germans. And they were not very good-looking. Some were wearing makeup and make-up, and not women.
  Alina muttered:
  - Oh, this is disgusting! Let's tie them up.
  The flying discs with child soldiers landed. And they started to tie up the tankers. The young soldiers twirled them, including with wire. They tied up the Germans and dumped them in a common pile.
  The warrior boy Pashka suggested:
  - Maybe we should douse them with gasoline and set them on fire?
  Alina waved it off:
  - Let them continue their miserable existence! They will die a long and painful death in Siberia.
  Oleg nodded:
  - Yes, burning people, even mercenaries, alive is not the best idea. How would we be better than the Nazis then?
  Pashka remarked with a smile:
  - Can they be considered people?
  Terminator girl Masha noted:
  - Even burning rats alive is too cruel!
  The boy Pashka said:
  - But we would have burned them alive when we hit them with drones.
  Oleg nodded:
  - No! We must be like the Jedi - not kill those who surrender and are unarmed!
  The boy Arkashka giggled and noted:
  - And how did the Jedi end up? Maybe we shouldn't repeat their mistakes!
  Pashka nodded:
  - Remember, great and valiant brother - do not spare the enemy, no matter how weak he is!
  Alina giggled and noted:
  - Do you want us to be like evil too?
  The warrior boy Pashka sang:
  What an opponent, there is no better one,
  You fall, and he doesn't finish you off!
  You stab me in the back and don't expect an answer,
  Intellectual - there is no salvation for you!
  And the child geniuses and, at the same time, mutants laughed. Fifty young super warriors - that's power.
  But of course they didn't burn the prisoners, they just left them tied up. And they flew on. They began to expand the front. Occasionally they came across planes, infantry and tanks.
  Here is the "Challenger"-3, an English machine, of great strength and power. It is similar to the "Leopard"-2, only the gun is not one hundred and twenty, but one hundred and forty millimeters in caliber, and the armor is thicker, and the crew is located lying down, which makes the tank more squat.
  Oleg remembered that during the Second World War the best medium tank in terms of all characteristics was not the T-34-85, but the British Challenger. It was superior to the Soviet vehicle in both armor and armament, with approximately equal weight. The Challenger's gun had a higher muzzle velocity and rate of fire, and a better sight, optics, and rangefinder, the frontal armor was also thicker, especially the hulls with slopes, and the engine was more powerful - 600 horsepower, versus 500 for the Soviet one. That is, it was about the same as the German Panther, only more compact and twelve tons lighter. And of course, it was a winner in everything.
  But why were only two hundred Challenger tanks produced? The most common was the Churchill. It was also a good vehicle, although inferior in armament and running characteristics and heavier, but superior in armor.
  The British Challenger 3 is a vehicle with more powerful armor and weapons than other NATO tanks, but is not inferior in mobility, thanks to a two-thousand-horsepower gas turbine engine.
  However, against a tiny drone with antimatter, whose weight is a millionth of a gram, it hits like a powerful land mine - this is not a problem. Especially if you fly right into the barrel. And the formidable machine literally bursts like a soap bubble. The drone flew in with an elusive speed, and the combat mastodon shattered into small fragments, and it seemed that this happened for no reason at all.
  Which made it even more scary. And then the second Challenger exploded.
  But the third car did not wait for such a sad fate, but went and threw out the white flag.
  Alina noted:
  - Great, we sorted this out!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Easy and simple! Even too simple!
  The girl genius noted:
  - Games that are too simple are not interesting!
  The boy genius nodded:
  - Yes, of course! But you can, for example, make a simple game interesting and complex if you play for points. In particular, the same "Entente".
  Alina nodded and sang:
  Even if the game is not according to the rules,
  We'll break through, sucker!
  Continuing to fly, the girls and boys took and disarmed several more units. They did it very easily and simply. As if you were mowing down ranks with machine guns. Except that instead of killing - captivity. Yes, it looks great, especially for a child's imagination.
  Even the music is playing... Oleg remembered another mission of theirs in Afghanistan. There, the Taliban captured a crew of Russian pilots. And held them hostage, demanding a ransom. Then he and Alina carried out a special operation. In order not to quarrel with the Taliban, the child geniuses were ordered to carry out all this bloodlessly.
  Well, that's possible. You turn on the infrasound, and the enemy literally runs away.
  And they experience such wild horror. And not only people, but animals too. Of course, child geniuses have special helmets for protection.
  True, there was a hitch here, that the captured pilots got scared and ran. And they had to be caught. And then put to sleep with special needles, which I must say is very expensive. And then carry them on your back. But firstly, the mutant children are very strong, and secondly, they had a robot carrier with them. So they loaded the tranquilized pilots into it. And took them to the miniature helicopter. On the way, however, Alina threw a boomerang with her bare toes, and it cut off the head of one mujahideen.
  The girl explained:
  - Two hours ago he was beating a woman!
  Since children could read minds, this did not surprise Oleg, and the boy only remarked:
  - They all have their snouts in the coffin!
  Alina objected:
  - This one hit especially hard!
  Then Oleg threw a boomerang with his bare toes and cut off the heads of two Taliban at once, declaring:
  - And this couple abused the boy!
  And the child"s bare heel struck the enemy"s chin, breaking the bones.
  And the young warriors burst out laughing. So they had violated the order given to them. But the command was generally pleased. On the contrary, they noted that the mujahideen would respect them more! After all, through fear you can most surely gain respect.
  . CHAPTER #8.
  Stalin-boy and Marat-boy finally came down from the mountain range and entered the village. There was a small German garrison there. There were machine gun towers near a more level road. Two barefoot, skinny, small boys did not seem too suspicious.
  Stalin, who had become a child, felt how the prickly surface of the mountain road changed to smoother asphalt. And he smiled. The Germans paid no attention to the boys. But then a couple of policemen with armbands from among the local servants ran up to them, shaking their bellies.
  And the taller and fatter policeman exclaimed:
  - Who are you? Where are you coming from?
  Marat, having a pre-checked legend, answered confidently. And Stalin also knew approximately many regions of Georgia. And the children chatted. At the same time, energetically stamping their feet, since they have a lot of young and hot energy.
  The policemen looked at him suspiciously. They even decided to feel the boys to see if they were hiding weapons. It was very disgusting to feel their hairy paws on his body. And Stalin barely restrained himself from kicking the policeman in the knee.
  But fortunately it didn't last long. Apparently even the Nazis' lackeys didn't like to touch the dirty, skinny, sinewy, ragged boys. And they let them go.
  And again Stalin and Marat slapped their bare feet, which were very rough from walking without shoes, through the village. And they examined it carefully. Here Stalin saw the "Cheetah" tank for the first time, which in real history did not go into production. It was a machine reminiscent of the T-4, only lower in silhouette, but slightly longer and with sloping armor angles. The gun was 75 mm long 48EL. And the turret was shaped like a pig's snout. At the same time, the tank had excellent ergonomics and a seven-hundred-horsepower engine weighing twenty-five tons, giving a speed of over seventy kilometers per hour. So the "Cheetah" is indeed a very mobile, agile and maneuverable machine. And it is not much inferior to the "Panther".
  The boy Stalin saw this German tank in metal for the first time, and he was curious. Of course, in real history this machine could have caused problems, since it is better than the T-4, especially in terms of running characteristics. In this world, the Germans were able to launch a lighter and more advanced model of the "Panther" into production.
  It would also be interesting to see the "Lion" tank. In real history, it was never put into production. Or even made in metal. If the "Lion" was made, then only wooden models. By the way, the "Maus" was also initially reproduced from painted plywood, but it was impressive.
  Stalin saw films about "Mauses", only nine prototypes were produced in real history. But it is unlikely that "Maus" could have turned the tide of the war. For example, it could have been attacked from the air, or its tracks could have been destroyed by conventional guns. And transporting such a tank is a headache.
  One of the Germans, seeing the black-haired boy with shining eyes looking at the Gepard, answered in Russian:
  - Well, do you like it? You see what our Teutonic genius is capable of!
  Stalin the boy replied:
  - Not bad! Although, it would be better if the gun was like the Panther's!
  The German nodded:
  - True! But you are still too young, although it is gratifying that you know our tanks. Which of them is the best in your opinion?
  Stalin the boy replied:
  - Most likely the "Cheetah", it is very mobile, easy to transport and camouflage, and easier to move even in the mountains!
  The German muttered:
  - There are partisans in the mountains! What idiots they are, Russians and Georgians, don't they understand that we are liberating them from slavery!
  Stalin the boy replied:
  - Apparently they prefer their own master to a foreign one!
  The Nazi laughed and noted:
  - Your own whip doesn't hit as hard!
  And he said:
  - Do you want some candy?
  Stalin the boy nodded:
  - I want to! And what should I do in return?
  The German muttered:
  - Is this necessary?
  Stalin, who had become a boy, nodded:
  - Yes! There's no such thing as a free lunch!
  The Nazi replied:
  - Well, then sing something.
  Another fascist standing next to him confirmed:
  - Sing together! Just something that isn't about communists or Stalin, or pioneers, or we'll have to shoot you!
  The third Nazi added:
  - No! Not shoot, hang! And before that, a whole bamboo grove of sticks will walk over your bare heels!
  Marat exclaimed:
  - Really? Well, we can sing about France, for example.
  The first Nazi nodded:
  - About France, yes! I adore Alexandre Dumas, or Jules Verne. They wrote such masterpieces. It's very good.
  Another Nazi confirmed:
  - Then we'll give you a bag of sweets and chocolates!
  The fascists, of whom there were a dozen, nodded in unison. They were young, clean-shaven, clean-washed, in neat SS uniforms, and not at all scary. Stalin even had the seditious thought that a German would have taught the Russian Ivan order and discipline. Stalin's commissars also raised Ivanov in the spirit of patriotism, but they didn't have time!
  Stalin the boy stamped his bare feet, spun around like a top and began to sing, composing as he went:
  Not only a sword, not only a whip,
  Love is needed by the crown...
  After all, without love, even two minutes,
  You can't sit on the throne!
  
  Love is a helper in everything,
  Sometimes he does harm skillfully...
  And we call her a saint,
  And we call her disgusting!
  
  For love in all kingdoms,
  They always challenged to a duel...
  It seems that fighting for love is useful,
  Let our dream come true!
  
  And the king is the master of the people,
  And in short, big sir...
  We will see Eden in the distance,
  And let the Lord be one!
  
  We will fight for France,
  How true to the Motherland with our hearts...
  After all, the fighters of light know how to fight,
  For the sake of faith, love and dreams!
  
  We will rush across the seas like arrows,
  And a squadron to the British seas...
  Children's faces will be joyful,
  The boy is a brave and daring sailor!
  
  To the king, if he is only a child,
  I also want to run barefoot...
  The nightingale's voice is so clear,
  You can't catch a bird by force!
  
  I don't like it when my heart is sad,
  This is a very sad scenario,
  Bright feelings awaken,
  The boy is loading his machine gun!
  
  There is chocolate ice cream,
  And cool marmalade with raisins...
  A pioneer marches in a detachment,
  He's really going to the parade!
  
  I once had a backpack,
  The boy also went to school...
  He performed a cheerful dance,
  There was so much, there would have been enough strength!
  
  But now I am the king on the throne,
  And it's really hard to serve...
  I sit in a magnificent royal crown,
  And in his hands is a scepter, not an oar!
  
  I can order to hang,
  Anyone who goes against me...
  This is what children are like,
  Giving an account in battle!
  
  There is no chance for the enemies of the French,
  Now I am their master...
  I believe the ball will fall into the pocket,
  And an heir, a son, will be born!
  
  Don't throw words to the wind,
  To avoid any stupidity, know...
  The devils are raging in the underworld,
  Well, the angels celebrate heaven!
  
  It will be wonderful guys,
  Because now the crown is on me...
  We can even break an atom,
  Make people on Earth happy!
  
  Lord Jesus is above us,
  We keep the Mother of God in our hearts...
  We will express our faith in verses,
  And the Lord will be loved by us!
  
  Even though I'm still a boy, believe me,
  But with intelligence, like an aksakal himself...
  We are such powerful children,
  God didn"t create us for nothing!
  
  Where the evil lizard crawls,
  Well, somewhere a dragon is flying...
  The beast of hell opens its mouth,
  The unclean Sodom is whipping up!
  
  We never know the barriers,
  By faith in the Lord God Christ...
  We must fight for France,
  Protecting both mother and father!
  
  If snow falls from the sky,
  Know that grace will increase...
  We are for France with the power of the coat of arms,
  The thief will run away in wild fear!
  
  Well, in short, the boy is nimble,
  He will defeat all the evil orcs, believe me...
  The wolf will be trained to be hungry,
  Even though he is a free animal!
  
  We will reach the end, the rest stop,
  And we will conquer the peaks of all the mountains,
  Let's ask the Devil from the pedestal,
  Light, happiness and peace will reign!
  Stalin the boy sang, and Marat sang along with him. The children's voices were clear and shrill. There were about thirty Germans gathered around them. They listened and clapped their hands. Then the eldest of them, the SS Sturmbannführer, roared:
  - Very good! Now dance, boys, and sing!
  And he threw a chocolate bar with a bright wrapper under the boys" bare feet.
  And the children again took up and began to sing with great enthusiasm:
  Oh Paris, such a beautiful city,
  In it, every cobblestone is like a diamond...
  Even though there is childhood hunger,
  We will show the greatest class!
  
  The boy is rushing along, frisky and barefoot,
  Heels like the paws of a rabbit...
  After all, no child is poor,
  I believe the guys will be happy!
  
  Our Paris was founded once upon a time,
  Apparently Caesar himself built it...
  There are boys and playful girls in it,
  Maybe even Adam wandered here!
  
  France, my native country,
  There are many forests, fields and rivers in it...
  You are forever glorified, O saint,
  Where a person can breathe so freely!
  
  Charlemagne expanded your space,
  To the Slavic, snowy shores...
  I have accomplished a great mission,
  The best sons of France!
  
  And then thunderstorms thundered brightly,
  The turmoil came from the dukes, princes...
  The widows of the fallen shed tears,
  They also took children into slavery!
  
  France, however, developed,
  Louis was a saint as a monarch...
  Above the stars, like the sun, it rose,
  With your faith and big dream!
  
  Here Versailles was built by honest Colbert,
  The world admired him, believe me...
  You kids put a comment with your pen,
  May Shakespeare himself sing for you!
  
  Louis was a solar monarch,
  Under him, France flourished magnificently...
  He ate frogs for breakfast,
  The well-fed country ate donuts!
  
  There was a revolution recently,
  The French people overthrew the king...
  A new program has now started,
  The newly elected convention reigns!
  
  But it didn"t bring happiness to the people,
  The reign of the guillotine began...
  The gloomy bad weather has come again,
  And the executioner became the new master!
  
  But Napoleon, the eagle appeared,
  Like a falcon in the wondrous heights...
  And it seemed that Christ was born again,
  Satan's vision has become difficult!
  
  The glorious campaigns of the giant,
  Austria, Italy in smoke...
  He will go around and hit you hard in the back,
  If necessary, it will end up in Crimea!
  
  I was in Egypt and smashed the Arabs,
  And the pyramids were under the eagle...
  He has so many different layouts,
  When he conquered fate with a blade!
  
  And Prussia is submissive to Bonaparte,
  And Poland became his fiefdom...
  Boy, sit down at your desk quickly,
  So that nothing becomes impossible!
  
  In Russia, however, there are severe frosts,
  And it's hard for the French army...
  Children drop crystal and tears into the snow,
  And somewhere in the snowdrifts it blossomed!
  
  Napoleon, of course, gained the upper hand in battles,
  And he was great even in the Kremlin...
  He would rule the world almost forever,
  Everywhere on our mother Earth!
  
  But here's the problem - the French are retreating,
  They wander through the snow, and a prickly swarm...
  Napoleon's ranks are quickly melting away,
  It turned out to be such a crushing game!
  
  Kutuzov is unable to win the battle,
  But the cunning man took it by starvation...
  The country of Russia is very large,
  You can wander around it for a whole century!
  
  Then the Russians burst into Europe,
  A large army is moving forward as a horde...
  And no matter how hard the French fought,
  But we got a losing score!
  
  Napoleon was exiled to Helena,
  And Louis came to our throne...
  If necessary, we will block the Seine,
  Let's give the English a real thrashing!
  
  The Cossacks took a stroll through Paris,
  The children were spanked with whips...
  Others also tried hard,
  This is how they act without valiant ideas!
  
  In short, we are no longer a power,
  And it seems that France is finished...
  I see that our glory has faded,
  It's as if the Fatherland was hung on a hook!
  
  But our will to fight has not faded,
  The French went to storm Algiers...
  Let the army have happiness in battle again,
  And our military idol will be reborn!
  
  The time will come, I know, for revenge,
  France will enter Moscow with victory...
  The soldier carries grenades in a sturdy backpack,
  And if necessary, he'll hit you on the nose!
  
  And Napoleons will burn again,
  Victories will come, you know that...
  We will crush hostile laws,
  Let's build a new, bright, wonderful paradise!
  
  And the French fleet will be reborn again,
  The stormy fox of the seas will arise again...
  An armada of ships will rush forward,
  And the villain will be crushed in battle!
  
  Then Gavroche will no longer be a child,
  And the great and cool marshal...
  He will marry the bride, the girl,
  May strength and luck be with him forever!
  More than a hundred Nazis came running to listen to the wonderful performance of the barefoot and loud-voiced children. And at that moment, the local mountain partisans arrived. So they went and struck the fascists in the rear. They opened accurate fire. And they hit the Germans with their own large-caliber machine guns. Marat threw a tiny pea with his bare toes, and the child scouts were covered by clouds of smoke. And they darted behind the nearest boulder so that the angry Nazis would not catch them.
  Marat noted:
  - You distracted them cleverly, Isia!
  This time, the boy Stalin answered honestly:
  - I didn"t know that the partisans would come!
  The pioneer hero replied:
  - But I knew! Look how they thresh! They can also capture the "Gepard", and it can drive in the mountains.
  Indeed, three partisans ran up to the abandoned "Gepard" and, taking advantage of the fact that its lid was open, jumped inside. And the four machine guns of this marvelous machine started firing. Now the Nazis found themselves between two fires. On one side, the partisans were pressing, mostly teenage boys.
  They fired and moved in short dashes. One Komsomol member was very beautiful, in a very short skirt, and her legs were so tanned, muscular, graceful, bare and seductive - just delicious.
  She ran right next to Stalin, and his eyes popped out of his head, what a girl.
  The partisans were thrashing the Germans. The girl threw an explosive packet with her bare toes, scattering the fascists in all directions. That was a massacre.
  The girl threw Stalin a machine gun, and the boy used it with pleasure. Marat also got himself a weapon. And both boys pressed on.
  Stalin had a captured "Schmeister" machine gun, or rather, a submachine gun. And quite convenient, light, with a melodious shot.
  Marat noted:
  - You shoot well! Have you had any practice?
  Stalin the boy answered confidently:
  - Yes! And not only at the shooting range!
  Indeed, in his past life, Stalin loved to hunt animals and especially people with a sniper rifle. He tracked them down, and drove the enemies of the people with dogs. Especially before the war, when the leader was still in good health. But the Great Patriotic War undermined Stalin's health. The stress was too great. In addition, the leader began to drink more often, and not only wine, which is natural and not too strong, but also cognac and even vodka.
  Well, okay, let's not remember that. The main thing is to shoot and do it accurately. And Stalin the kid crushed the Nazis together with Marat. The partisan team was young, no one was older than sixteen, and there were young girls with them too. And such a young team suffered practically no losses, if you don't count a few scratched guys and girls.
  The Germans fell dead, and the wounded were finished off. And they did it very quickly and coolly.
  Stalin usually finished off his political enemies. Indeed, why feel sorry for them, abortions are prohibited, and women will give birth to more. In the last years of the leader's rule, the population growth was brought to almost two percent per year. And Stalin planned to organize a new purge. Indeed, there is enough population.
  There was also an idea to send the Jews to Siberia. Although it looks like Hitler. Stalin was not particularly embarrassed by this, although it was bad and with doubt in his soul.
  Indeed, it is stupid to destroy such a talented people as the Jews in Siberia. They should be used in the interests of the USSR.
  But there are too many Jews in leadership and scientific positions, and given their close-knit nature, this could create problems.
  The boy-leader deftly threw a grenade and scattered the Nazis in different directions. Yes, he is great at getting ahead of the game.
  One of the Germans, who had come too close, was hit in the nose by a young warrior with a bare heel, and his nose began to run. Then a bullet entered his belly.
  Marat Kazei exclaimed:
  - That's right!
  And he also quite deftly put a machine gun into the eye. The Nazis were cornered and scared. They had not expected such impudence. And the machine gun towers had been abandoned, and now the Soviet soldiers were knocking them out. The large-caliber machine guns, from which the fascists could not hide, were especially noticeable.
  Here, at last, the young partisans finished off their enemies. And took a couple of surviving Germans prisoner. After which Marat and Joseph approached them. The main commander was a young man of about sixteen, still beardless. He was the only one wearing boots. Which is evidently meant to emphasize the commander's status.
  The other girl commander was barefoot and very beautiful, and the short skirt suited her wonderfully.
  Marat, smiling widely, said:
  - This is my new friend Joseph!
  The commander asked:
  - Are you Georgian?
  Stalin the boy replied:
  - Yes! And I'm proud of it!
  The Komsomol girl said:
  - Well, we are ready to accept you into our squad. I think you have shown yourself well enough.
  The boy chief replied:
  - Thank you for your trust!
  One of the teenagers stated:
  - He has a Georgian accent, but speaks Russian well. It's obvious he went to Soviet school!
  Stalin the boy giggled, stamped his bare foot and sang:
  What kind of school life is this?
  Where is the test every day...
  Addition, division,
  Multiplication table!
  The young partisans, some of whom were only ten years old, laughed. Yes, a cool boy, and at the same time brave.
  Stalin the kid got a candy made of real chocolate. The Germans in this alternative reality defeated the English in Egypt and the Middle East, and now they could get real coffee and cocoa. Which is good on the one hand, but an extra problem on the other - since the Nazis are stronger, it is harder to defeat them.
  Marat remarked with a sigh:
  - Now we should expect another raid by the punitive forces!
  The Komsomol girl growled:
  - The more hatred there will be for the fascists!
  . CHAPTER # 9.
  The all-female special forces took a break in Kramatorsk. The girls jumped out of helicopters and fought a small battle to disarm the garrison.
  The resistance was weak. After the uranium-core bullets had killed a couple dozen soldiers, the rest threw down their weapons and surrendered. They fell to their knees when they saw the Terminator girls.
  The Chief Commander kissed Commander Alice on her patent leather boots. She looked at him and noted:
  - What should Bandera follower do with you!
  The colonel gurgled:
  - Have mercy!
  The girl laughed and replied:
  - No! We spare no one! You are guilty of reprisals against civilians and you will answer for it!
  The Bandera colonel shouted:
  - Let there be a trial!
  Alice burst out laughing and replied:
  - How are we not a jury trial? Tell me, girls, what should we do with him?
  - Impale him!
  The warriors exclaimed in chorus.
  Alice grinned and barked:
  - You see, they want to impale you!
  The colonel was so scared he shit his pants. Natasha, wincing in disgust, remarked:
  - Maybe we should just hang him? Impale him, that's somehow uncivilized?
  Alice ordered:
  - Pour gasoline on a Bandera supporter and set him on fire so he doesn't stink! Oh, how disgusting!
  Margarita, a special forces officer, asked:
  - Is this an order?
  Alice confirmed:
  - Yes, the order, carry it out! I don't want to smell this stench! And just hang the accomplices!
  The girls doused the colonel with fuel and set him on fire as he roared in wild pain. Another dozen officers who had been involved in bad deeds were simply hanged. This is still relatively merciful.
  The ordinary soldiers were awaiting a camp, and there the investigators would deal with them.
  Among the captured trophies were several Leopards, T-64 tanks and a couple of very good T-90s.
  Natasha snorted contemptuously:
  - What a disgrace! The tankers hid and surrendered instead of fighting!
  Margarita squeaked:
  - Let's teach them a lesson!
  The girls threw off their boots and found themselves barefoot. After that, the toes of the beauties began to grab the noses of the captured, frightened tankmen and make plums for them. The other girls also got rid of their shoes. And their bare feet very deftly pinched the military men. And what are they, the stronger sex, surrendered without a fight.
  Among the trophies was a Swedish turretless tank. It looked more like a flying saucer on tracks.
  This is also, one might say, a very solid trophy. Natasha and Margarita climbed into this tank, or one might even say a self-propelled gun with a rotating barrel. And rode around in it a bit. Yes, great...
  Natasha noted:
  - This is better than the Abrams!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Yes, much better!
  Aurora stated:
  - Why doesn't NATO switch to this machine?
  Natasha replied:
  - Monopolies don"t want to lose their profits!
  Maria squeaked:
  - This is what rotten democracy leads to.
  The Swedish vehicle had a fairly low silhouette, which was an advantage over the Abrams, and the crew sat prone and controlled the tank using a joystick.
  The girls hung around and tormented the tankers a little by pouring Coca-Cola on them, but it was better than gasoline.
  The T-80 tank is similar to the T-90, only with a gas turbine engine. This means that it is faster and more maneuverable and accelerates rapidly, unlike a diesel engine, although the latter is more economical.
  The girls could have ridden for a long time, but they received an order to get back on helicopters with active armor and fly to the West. No one will limit themselves to just the Donetsk region. It's time for Ukraine to return to the family of fraternal nations and become a new Russian province. And that will be great. The girls happily ran barefoot through the frost, leaving their graceful, very beautiful and seductive footprints.
  The local boys literally squealed with delight. And they also took off their shoes and left their own footprints nearby, smaller ones.
  And several helicopters have already started dropping chocolates, cakes, lollipops, candies and other goodies.
  Music was playing and thunderous marches and songs were heard that caused delight.
  Such a feeling, the heart sings a hymn,
  The greatness in him is the Lord's firmament!
  Fatherland: feat, labor, honor of people...
  Native Rus' is the most sacred word!
  
  Cherubim inspired us to this feat,
  Gave wings and greatness without boundaries!
  We will firmly guard the powers of the earth -
  The Supreme Rod will be with us forever!
  
  Know, Motherland, you are my mother forever -
  God forbid that you become an orphan without a spirit!
  The five-pointed star is burning -
  If there is a battle, I will cover you with my sword!
  
  So many military storms came to Rus',
  Like a hurricane, heat rushes out of the hell!
  The boat broke, the oar cracked,
  But the Sun will not extinguish the whirlwind of fascism!
  
  Dragon, your grins are an evil mouth,
  What do you want to do? Devour Russia?
  But we will not let the Fatherland perish,
  So that women would scream in fear!
  
  Bayonet and pen, sword and paintbrush,
  In the service of the state that is the most beautiful of all!
  She is our battle and life,
  Go forward - deployed on the march!
  
  So if it is destined, harsh fate,
  To perish, to lie young in the damp earth!
  I turn to you, Creator Rod,
  Know that I paint the faces of saints on the icon!
  These are the songs they sang. And the square was filled with people with tricolor flags, there were also St. Andrew's canvases and Belarusian banners. Well, and of course, how could there be no portraits of Lenin, Stalin, Putin. You can't do without that.
  And they are already actively distributing a lot of tasty things, in particular, even cakes in the form of Napoleon's cocked hat. After all, the war is really going well. And the girls here passed like a hurricane. And they acted carefully and cleanly.
  The cakes, I must say, are delicious with cream. And some are even soaked in rum or cognac. Which is extremely tasty and effective. Well, let's say - super yummy! Here you can only lick your lips. And the cream is magnificent and chocolate. Well, let's say - great.
  And lots of children run out. Most of them prefer to show off their bare, round, childish heels. Now that's really cool, let's say!
  And then they started setting off firecrackers, and the festivities began. And the drums started beating. And then confetti and colored papers started raining down on top.
  Natasha noted:
  - This reminds me of the movie about the Joker!
  Margarita clarified:
  - About Batman, only with the participation of the actor Joker! Which, you must admit, is extremely cool!
  Aurora chirped:
  We are the strongest in the world,
  Let's soak the penguin in the toilet...
  And if a war starts,
  That will be Satan in hell!
  And the warriors burst out laughing. The girls were moving west in helicopters. First of all, we should take Dnepropetrovsk. And we should do it very beautifully. And we should take something similar.
  During the flight, Natasha, the girl with slightly bluish hair, noted:
  - We are like queens knocking down ordinary pawns!
  Margarita giggled and confirmed:
  - Of course! And these are really our strong moves.
  Aurora chirped, throwing the cards up in the air with her bare toes:
  - What we do is extremely cool!
  Maria objected:
  - Not only cool, but also smart!
  The girls smiled. They had shown their mettle during the battles in Syria. Their battalion had fought a whole army of mujahideen. The battle was like a computer game, with more and more hordes of enemies being torn out of the outskirts. They were crawling out from behind the dunes. But the girls were firing very accurately.
  And the bullets with depleted uranium cores knocked out the Islamic State warriors. Now that was a bloody battle. And a lot of fountains were gushing out of the chests and stomachs of the mujahideen.
  Natasha even imagined a computer game that featured similar bloodshed and giggled.
  These are truly top-class fights. And no enemy can stand against them, even if he is fanatical and in a turban.
  But Natasha's memories were interrupted. Menacing F-22s appeared in the sky , extremely scary machines. And showing their cardinal nature.
  Margarita squeaked:
  - Wow! What a surprise awaits us!
  Aurora sang:
  - It's like a fairy tale! I'm a poet, my name is Dunno, I give you a balalaika.
  Maria noted:
  - We are accompanied by a disc-flyer from the children's special forces. Look how their micro-drones destroy such aircraft.
  And indeed, a small disc-shaped aircraft separated from the team of child geniuses. On it were Vitalik and Larisa.
  The boy and girl launched their tiny F-22 combat drones. The enemy fired several missiles, but they were shot down in mid-air. Then the micro-drones slammed into the American aircraft at high speed. And four planes took off at once.
  Natasha clicked her tongue and noted:
  - The children hit beautifully!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - It couldn't be better! I didn't even notice these drones flying in.
  Aurora chirped:
  - Yes, if only all wars were like this. Reminds me of the strategy game "History of the Earth". There are also cool clashes like this happening there.
  Vitalik and Larisa waved their palms to the girls through the hologram. And the wreckage of the American fighter-bombers plopped down on the ground.
  That's what the fight was like, let's say - short, airy. You can't fight it head-on.
  The girls from the Medveditsa battalion flew to Dnepropetrovsk. And there the landing of troops followed.
  This time, for a change, the girls took off their armor before landing and were left in only a bikini. That's how barefoot and beautiful warriors jumped out. They were very tanned and muscular.
  The local police and the garrison did not offer resistance. Only a company of black American soldiers gave the beauties a fight...
  A shootout broke out and the girls had to lie down. However, feeling the icy mud with her bare, muscular abs, Natasha squeaked with an upset look:
  - It was a shame we took our clothes off!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - Nothing more stupid could have been thought of!
  Aurora fired a burst, killing a black soldier, noting:
  - You must be able to fight in any conditions!
  Barefoot and in a bikini, Maria chirped:
  - The main thing is to move!
  And indeed, the half-naked girls began to move. And they began to tighten the ring. And the black American soldiers suffered losses. The girls threw peas with their bare toes, which exploded into many small fragments, killing and wounding American soldiers.
  Natasha sang:
  The girls have destructive power,
  As if the servants of the Lord were able to strike...
  So, bandits, leave this idea...
  NATO fighters won't be able to defeat us.
  And the girl, with her bare foot, throws a deadly grenade the size of a pea, but with colossal destructive force.
  Margarita fired a triple-shot burst from her super weapon, which is AK, as for the queen, a pawn, and chirped:
  The girl is not afraid of death in battle,
  For us, death on the battlefield is just a trifle...
  He will fight for the holy Motherland,
  And he kicks his bare foot at the snout!
  And the girl spat so loudly that her spit tore off the head of a soldier from the USA.
  The half-naked girls defeated a company of black Americans, only receiving several lightly wounded.
  The few surviving blacks surrendered. And the girls forced them to kiss their bare, dusty soles with gracefully curved heels.
  The blacks did it willingly. Even though the girls' feet were dusty.
  Natasha noted:
  - We really are princesses!
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, when we were night fairies, what we didn"t do with our clients!
  Aurora, baring her teeth, noted:
  - Yes, it's great! They pay us, and we get the pleasure. And you must admit, how great it is to manage men.
  Maria laughed and replied:
  - Gazmanov is wrong! The client gets, even after paying a lot of money, only the illusion of power. In reality, it is the woman who decides everything.
  Natasha clarified:
  - Strong woman! We are very strong and fighting girls. And it is not we who lie down under the clients, but they who lie down under us.
  And the warrior took and grabbed the American prisoner by the nose with her bare toes. He even howled from the wild pain. And the other girls laughed.
  After which, the prisoners were tied up and sent to the local pre-trial detention center.
  After that, the festivities began in Dnepropetrovsk. The cargo transport "Ruslan" brought a lot of confectionery, cocktails. Music played, and beautiful girls in short skirts began to sing. The drums beat, depicting drive, and many red and tricolor flags.
  This is how positive the colonnade turned out to be. Indeed, like a fairy tale, and singing, and howling, and great joy. One might think that something cooler than the coming of Christ had happened.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - Too much expression of emotions!
  Margarita objected:
  - People have suffered a lot. And now they are hoping for the best.
  Aurora giggled and replied:
  - But there will be no manna from heaven. Yes, we will hand them candies, chocolates, donuts and other goodies. But still, no one has ever gotten out of a crisis without working! And sooner or later there will be disappointment.
  Maria objected:
  - Not necessarily! If life gets better, it won't happen. After all, there were places where disappointment didn't happen because life changed for the better.
  Natasha confirmed:
  - Under Soviet rule there were no cyclical crises in the economy typical of capitalism. And the standard of living steadily increased. And this suited the majority of people. Only a small group of the intelligentsia wanted democratic changes. But when Gorbachev came and began to impose democratization and glasnost from above...
  Margarita interrupted:
  - Under Gorbachev, the balance between prices and wages was disrupted, which led to a shortage of goods. Plus, oil prices fell, which reduced imports. Under these conditions, the shortage worsened due to the shortage of imported goods. This is how the bad situation arose. And when there was a shortage of bread, the need for circuses increased.
  Aurora confirmed:
  - And the most interesting spectacle is the one you take part in. And in this case, these are rallies and protests. Moreover, they were paid for from abroad, and the new, emerging bourgeoisie wanted power. And, of course, a multi-party system.
  Maria nodded with a smile:
  - It's like in the joke: why do we need a multi-party system? We can't feed more than one party! Although for the oligarchy this is good.
  Natasha objected:
  - A multi-party system is needed so that there is freedom of choice. As in one film God said to a boy in response to his question: - Why does evil exist? The Almighty answered: - So that there is freedom of choice!
  In any case, we should not have followed the path of fascist Germany, carrying out unification and reducing everything to a one-party system.
  Margarita giggled and noted:
  - This sounds logical. Although the one-party system existed in the USSR too.
  Aurora grinned and replied:
  - I don't remember that! There were a lot of things, and the prices were going down at that time.
  Maria nodded with a smile:
  - And under the Tsar it was not bad! In particular, under Nicholas II, gold backing of the ruble was introduced, and for the first twenty years of this monarch's reign, prices did not change, and there was zero inflation!
  Natasha added:
  - And the population of tsarist Russia grew in twenty years from one hundred twenty-two million to one hundred eighty million - almost a third! So the Russians multiplied and multiplied no worse than the Muslims.
  Margarita noted with a sigh:
  - But now the percentage of the Muslim population in Russia is growing. And this is an extremely dangerous trend both for the state and for our culture.
  Aurora added:
  - In Soviet times, there was also a tendency for faster population growth in Central Asia and in Muslim regions. But then, communist and atheistic ideology reigned. There were practically no religious terrorist attacks or mass Islamic riots. Moreover, in the entire huge Soviet Union, there were only fifty mosques, and people did not crowd into them!
  Maria nodded, noting:
  - Yes... For example, in the USA there are less than four million Muslims, despite the high birth rate in Islam and the influx of migrants. The fact is that many Muslims accept Christianity, especially its Protestant variety. And this facilitates assimilation and indicates that the followers of Islam are not as fanatical as it seems to us.
  Natasha agreed with this:
  - Indeed, the Protestant teaching of Christianity: believe, then you will be saved, is much more attractive than performing namaz five times a day, or suffering the Ramadan fast, and limiting yourself in clothing, food and wine. This is truly the appeal of Protestantism!
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - Yes, it really is simple. In Orthodoxy it is much more complicated, there are ordeals of the soul, and it is not entirely clear how a person is saved and justified by faith or by deeds. Plus, Grace is underestimated in Orthodoxy! But really, it is much more attractive to be confident in salvation through faith than to torment yourself with fasts and prayers and remain uncertain!
  Aurora giggled and remarked:
  - Are you campaigning for Protestantism?
  Margarita objected:
  - I like Rodnoverie better! When we believe in our Russian Gods!
  Natasha noted:
  - Or maybe in this case it is better to be a non-believer? Or to confess that the Almighty is incomprehensible?
  Maria nodded in agreement:
  - What? Indeed, God may exist, but no one knows what He is like. Why should we believe in the Bible, the Koran, the Vedas, and so on, as Divine revelation, and not philosophical books with a purely human idea of the Supreme Being, or the Divine?
  Margarita answered with an innocent look:
  - It's fashionable to be Orthodox or Rodnovers now! It's not fashionable to be non-believers!
  Natasha noted:
  - Religion is such a thing that they don't chase fashion in it. Maharajas were very fashionable in their time. And they chased after it extremely, and there was a total passion!
  A cake of quite impressive size emerged from the cargo plane. It was carried on a special trolley. Something similar to the cake in the film about the three fat men, only even bigger. As a sign of unity with Russia, the whole city was supposed to eat this cake. For which it was also necessary to unload plastic plates and forks. There was everything there, and decorations in the form of flowers, butterflies, fish and animals made of various types of cream. The cake turned out to be extremely multi-layered and rich, so you could eat your fill to the navel.
  And what a joy it was for the children! At the same time, plastic cups were handed out into which fruit and chocolate, milk and other cocktails were poured.
  How great it looked. This was a feast for the whole world. Dnepropetrovsk was now becoming part of something great and unique.
  Natasha and the other warrior girls did not refuse to try the cake. Indeed, it was so delicious. It was much better than fighting and killing each other.
  Margarita, breaking off a piece of cake, noted:
  - A wonderful performance, isn't it?
  Aurora nodded:
  - Yes, it's just wonderful! It's like we're in some kind of comic book here. Sometimes things happen that are simply amazing.
  Maria responded by tossing a piece of cake on her plate and then deftly catching it:
  - Yes, really, it's a comic! This is no joke. Such a cool composition.
  And the girls just burst out laughing. They showed their sharp and very large teeth.
  Without further ado, they continued to destroy the cake. Or rather, they enjoyed the food.
  And how many children, both boys and girls, have gathered here - it"s simply wonderful.
  Natasha took it and sang:
  Fairytale time -
  Our happy childhood,
  There is eternal spring in it -
  There is a cure for wrinkles!
  Aurora noted skeptically:
  - Alas, we are not children anymore! And such a wonderful state as eternal youth, unfortunately, passes...
  Margarita objected:
  - Eternal youth never passes! Because it is eternal! And what is eternal remains forever! Although there is such a song - childhood will end someday, because it is not forever, the kids will grow up and fly off in all directions.
  Natasha confirmed:
  We remain children forever,
  The calendar does not mark the years!
  A girl ran up to Margarita. She purred:
  - Can I get your autograph?
  Margarita giggled and asked in response:
  - What Russian poets do you know?
  The girl answered confidently:
  - Pushkin, Lermontov, Nekrasov!
  The girl with golden hair asked:
  - Read something.
  The girl chirped:
  There is a green oak tree by the seashore,
  A golden chain on that oak tree...
  Day and night the cat is a learned man,
  Everything goes round and round in a chain!
  On the right he starts singing,
  To the left he tells a fairy tale...
  There are miracles there, the goblin roams there,
  The mermaid is sitting on the branches!
  There on unknown paths,
  traces of unknown animals...
  There is a hut there on chicken legs,
  It stands without windows and doors!
  So Tsar Koschei pines over gold,
  There is a Russian spirit there, it smells of Russia!
  The girls clapped their hands in delight:
  - Well done! We'll give you all four autographs!
  Such was the chaos here. And the warrior girls put their signatures on the postcard.
  A boy came up and asked:
  - And you will sign my autograph too!
  Margarita asked with a smile:
  - Can you read something from Yesenin?
  The boy shrugged and sang:
  Tili tili, trawl wali,
  We didn't go through this, we weren't assigned this!
  Natasha muttered:
  - Then from Lermontov!
  The boy puffed out his cheeks and began to recite:
  Farewell, unwashed Russia,
  Country of slaves, country of masters...
  And you, blue uniforms,
  And you, the people submissive to them!
  Natasha took it and gave the boy a hefty slap in the face:
  - I'll show you unwashed Russia! You'll kiss my heels!
  Margarita objected:
  - But this is indeed a famous poem by Lermontov.
  . CHAPTER #10.
  Stalin-Putin woke up and took up state affairs again. And there were many of them. Reports came in about victories and cities taken under control. The war was going well, like in a fairy tale. However, Putin was assured that this would be the case. And that they would come out to greet him with tricolor flags and flowers in their hands. Or they would organize mass celebrations. Now that was really great. Like a cosmic revolution.
  Stalin-Putin was surprised to learn that the children's special forces were not just a game, but a real squad on disc-planes, which the young geniuses themselves had discovered. And that they had brilliantly taken Kharkov and were continuing to move forward. Now that was a real victory. And who would have doubted our children?
  Well, we must reward the young warriors. And it is time, of course, to go to Kyiv. We will take the capital and the war will end with little bloodshed. Which will really happen, like in a fairy tale or fantasy.
  Stalin-Putin wrote:
  - A hero star for Oleg and Alina!
  And he signed it. Yes, the war went swimmingly. But that was what everyone expected. After all, even Pentagon officials said that Kyiv could be taken in three days. And of course, optimism was very strong among the Russian military. And in the West, almost no one believed that Ukraine would be able to counter the formidable Russian troops.
  Stalin-Putin pressed the button. Beautiful girls in very short skirts and high-heeled shoes brought crystal glasses of expensive wine on golden trays, which was as aromatic as perfume. And snacks - sandwiches with cheese and black caviar. And of course, black coffee for energy in cups made of Chinese porcelain. Now that's really good support.
  Stalin-Putin slowly began to eat and drink, and at the same time contacted the General Staff via Skype. General Gerasimov reported with a smile:
  - The advance of Russian troops is ahead of schedule! We suffer virtually no losses. Ten thousand prisoners and rich trophies have been captured!
  Stalin-Putin exclaimed:
  - Don't relax! What else do you have?
  Gerasimov replied:
  - We give out chocolates, cakes, candies, donuts, pies, ice cream and other tasty things to the local population! And the people rejoice, it's super!
  Stalin-Putin muttered:
  - Not just super, but also hyper!
  And then he just bursts out laughing. Although he doesn't look serious.
  Then the leader-time traveler added:
  - Before the enemy wakes up, we need to take control of the whole of Ukraine. We should also land troops in Lvov. So that the Poles don't have time to grab Galicia. And if anyone tries, we should beat them right away!
  And he added with a smile:
  - I think that you, comrade Gerasimov, have earned the hero's star! Get ready for awards...
  After which he began to give orders to other ministers. In particular, to extend the working day to eleven hours by decree - there is a reason, war. As they say, we need some action. And why not? What else is there to release?
  Stalin-Putin was worried about China. Even in his previous life, he was very worried about Mao's ambitions. After all, China had four times more people than the USSR. And in case of war, they could simply throw corpses at each other. And now China has ten times more people, and an economy that is at least ten times stronger. And as for the army... If China declares mobilization, it could throw in a hundred million soldiers.
  Russia has only one option left, to use nuclear weapons. Otherwise it will not survive. But China also has nuclear weapons. And this could lead to the destruction of the entire planet Earth. And Satan invented this weapon.
  Stalin in his past life wanted power over the world. And of course, there were thoughts of starting a war in 1945, while nuclear weapons were not in serial production, and in addition to the controlled countries of Eastern Europe, there was also the unfinished Japan with its colonies.
  And even an estimate of the possibilities was made.
  In particular, the General Staff made calculations of the possible course of the war if the USSR attacked its allies. The situation was as follows: against the USSR would be the USA, Britain with its colonies and dominions, Brazil, some small units from Latin America, Mexico. Well, quite a large coalition. And the USSR, in addition to the Red Army, also had troops from Eastern Europe. True, it is still unknown how they would behave in a war with the USA.
  In particular, the king still ruled in Romania, and the communists had not yet gained a foothold, as well as in Hungary, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia, where everything was still so precarious. And on the side of the allies, Finland, Sweden, France, Belgium, Holland, Denmark, Spain, Portugal, that is, a whole army, could have come out.
  And with Japan, not everything is clear. Maybe the US and Britain would have made peace with it, or a truce, and the samurai would have attacked the Far East?
  This could not be ruled out. Moreover, the US and Britain already had an overwhelming advantage at sea, and Japan had no chance of recapturing anything there. But the land army of the Land of the Rising Sun suffered much less. And it could well have struck from Manchuria at the Far East.
  The quality of the armament was also taken into account. Contrary to the existing myth, the T-34-85 was not a superman tank at all, head and shoulders above the American Sherman. In fact, in terms of armor thickness and protection, these tanks were close. Maybe even the Sherman's viscous armor was stronger than the cast T-34-85. The guns were also close. The Soviet one had a larger caliber, but the American one had a higher muzzle velocity and the projectile itself was of better quality. Maybe even the Americans' guns would be stronger in practice.
  The American Sherman had better optics than the Soviet one. In addition, this tank was almost silent, which made it convenient for covert operations and actions from behind ambushes.
  The Sherman also had a hydrostabilizer, which increased the effectiveness of shooting while moving. Hydrostabilizers appeared in the USSR only in the fifties.
  The running characteristics and speed are roughly comparable. True, the American tank accelerated faster on a carburetor engine, but the Soviet one had a greater power reserve. The American radio was also better. In addition, the US tank had superior visibility to the Soviet one. But the T-34-85 had a lower silhouette, which made the tank less noticeable and harder to hit. But the American one was shorter and turned faster, and of course it was better visible from a higher altitude.
  Plus, the Americans had a good anti-aircraft machine gun and night vision devices appeared earlier.
  In general, perhaps the Sherman was slightly superior to the Soviet one in terms of its characteristics. And if we take the Svetlyachok modification of the Sherman with a seventeen-foot gun, the advantage was even more noticeable.
  In addition, the smaller caliber provided the American with a larger reserve of shots and a higher rate of fire.
  Well, that's if you compare the most common tanks. The British also had the Churchill, comparable in armament to the Soviet T-34, but significantly superior in armor. True, it weighed more. Of course, the Churchill is not a bad tank at all, although Churchill ironically stated that it has fewer shortcomings than the tank. But in reality, in a head-on battle, the T-34 has little chance against it - it can't penetrate the 152-millimeter armor.
  The USSR also had the IS-2 heavy tank. The US formally had no heavy tanks. Although there was the forty-two-ton Pershing, a nominally medium tank. The vehicle was noticeably superior to the T-34-85 in armament and armor. The IS-2 could handle it, but it was vulnerable. There was also the Super Pershing, but this tank was produced in small quantities, but in the event of a protracted war it could be mass-produced. It had a 90-millimeter caliber weapon and a 73EL barrel length, which meant it was not inferior to the King Tiger, and its 150-millimeter frontal armor was probably stronger than the Soviet vehicle. Although it weighed fifty-three tons with a 500-horsepower engine.
  Of course, its driving performance is weak.
  The IS-3 is the best Soviet tank, unlike the IS-2, it had good armor on the turret front at an angle, and on the turret sides too, but it was only put into production in May of 1945. And the running characteristics are even worse than those of the IS-2, since it weighs forty-nine tons versus forty-six with the same engine. And the machine is difficult to manufacture. So, having roughly estimated the parameters and quantity and quality of the machines, and the number of armies, Stalin was not particularly eager to fight. Moreover, if the allies still have a small advantage in tanks, then they are much stronger in aviation. Especially in strategic bombers. And, for example, the USSR does not have planes like the B-29.
  And American and English fighters are stronger than Soviet ones in both armament and speed characteristics. And the USA and Britain already have jet aircraft in series, although not of the best quality, but the USSR does not have them yet.
  However, jet aircraft are just entering service and have problems with maneuverability. But propeller planes are also strong. The B-29, for example, has a ten-ton bomb load and twelve planes. Yes, by modern standards, carrying ten tons of bombs is quite a lot. There aren't many machines that can compare with this. Even now... Fighters in the US are also powerful. For example, the Mustang, and six machine guns.
  Stalin-Putin interrupted. New orders. Yeltsin's wife was arrested. She should definitely be hanged, since her husband is already dead. But Yeltsin was the main destroyer of the USSR and an active destroyer, unlike the passive and weak-willed Gorbachev. What a bastard Boris was - we'll have to demolish his grave and let the pioneers relieve themselves on this spot.
  These bastards need to be crushed.
  It would be nice to jail or shoot some of our own. For example, hasn't Matvienko's son become too rich?
  This woman thinks too much of herself... And for what money was she awarded such a high order as "St. Andrew the First-Called"? We need to take this lady and arrest her. And then we'll see whether to shoot her or just put her in jail. And her son should be arrested too!
  And other relatives! Stalin is not Putin, the most thorough purge is expected.
  Maybe we should clean up the others too? Many of them should have been jailed long ago.
  Stalin-Putin noted angrily:
  - There's no need to spoil scoundrels with medals! And as they say: a thief should sit in prison!
  Then new decrees. Equating abortion with murder and a dematographic tax. Introducing a progressive tax. And the death penalty for corruption. And that's just the beginning. Incidentally, Stalin had an idea:
  - What if you don"t execute Alexei Navalny, but make him a member of your team?
  I remembered how someone jokingly (I think he was later shot!) said - the Third Reich needs people like this.
  Personally, Stalin, especially in the thirties, sympathized with Hitler. This leader managed to seize power and become a dictator, also formed his cult of personality. What Stalin did not like was the doctrine of the superior nation. But if the Germans are the superior nation, then who are the rest? Although Hitler tried not to dwell on this topic for the time being.
  It should be noted that the German Nazis are considered obscurantists, but they managed to significantly advance technology in twelve years. Or rather, not even significantly, but colossally! Even in the field of tank building, the Fritzes created the E series tanks, in aircraft construction - jet aircraft, in rocket construction - ballistic and winged machines.
  Fortunately for the USSR, the Nazis' practice lagged behind their developments. Some even such old developments as the narrow turret for the Panther and Tiger-2 were never implemented, although they were developed back in 1942. Corruption, bureaucracy, and agents, both Soviet and allied, played a role here.
  Stalin-Putin also ordered that all members of the government be tested with a lie detector to see if they were spies. First and foremost, of course, the ministers and their deputies.
  And then other officials. Ideally, it would be nice to sand everyone without exception. And after checking them with detectors, take and arrest all suspicious persons.
  The memory of the previous carrier suggested the lie detector. Yes, there are programs, and intelligence officers are taught how to deceive the detectors. And special training is conducted with this. Therefore, the best results are given by such tests, which are conducted secretly. In this case, a lot can be found out.
  By the way, Agent Abel was exposed and information was beaten out with a detector, without even asking questions. They just showed pictures and checked the emotional reaction. You can go this way and check the entire top for spies secretly.
  Stalin-Putin gave such a secret order. In principle, the fact that some ministers and officials have connections in the West, this was known to the previous bearer. But this is not yet a crime. Many Western officials had connections and business in Russia. For example, Orban, Schroeder, Marie Lipen and others. And nothing, they were not persecuted at home. It was such a mutually beneficial influence. So what if former German Chancellor Schroeder received a post in the Russian Gazprom after his resignation? That he did at least something bad for Germany as Chancellor. Moreover, Schroeder was one of those who started the war with Yugoslavia, which was an ally of Russia. And when they bombed Serbia and Montenegro, Schroeder was among those who initiated this. By the way, so was British Prime Minister Tony Blair.
  Stalin muttered:
  - And Vova was friends with someone like that?
  Yes, although Schroeder and Bleur were the initiators of the bombing of Yugoslavia, Putin somehow easily became friends with them. And they, too, somehow quickly became close, despite the war in Chechnya.
  True, there was also the terrorist attack of September 11, when the mentality in the West changed towards Islamists. And then Chechnya was almost no longer condemned. And Islamists took hostages in Nord-Ost and in a school in North Ossetia. And this, of course, did not do them any good either.
  Stalin-Putin were even surprised: so many opportunities and roles opened up. His predecessor himself was preparing to fight the Taliban, and then the Americans fought instead of the Russians. And they fought for twenty years and did not win. However, the Taliban are unlikely to become friends with Russia either - the difference in mentality is too great. Islamic radicals cannot have a strong alliance with Orthodoxy. There were rebellions in Central Asia under the Tsar, and the Basmachi movement in Soviet times.
  As for Islam, we should be more careful for now. The best option is to make a single religion by uniting Islam and Orthodoxy. But it is not that simple. There will be dissatisfied people and fanatics on both sides. There are many differences between Islam and Orthodoxy. For example, the doctrine of the Trinity among Christians and the belief in the oneness of Allah among Muslims. What to do here? Reject the Trinity, like the Arians? And make Jesus simply the first archangel? And what about the icons?
  But on this account, for example, Muslims have passports with photographs, that is, the phrase: do not make yourself any image, does not work. And the Temple of Solomon was decorated with images of angels and other beauties.
  Stalin-Putin recalled that Hitler also wanted to replace the overly peace-loving Christianity with something more aggressive and warlike. But the Nazis also did not develop a single theology. The only thing that was agreed upon was to replace the cross on the dome of churches with a swastika. And everything else is a subject of debate.
  In the conditions of war, Hitler, in order to avoid unnecessary division in society, did not establish a new religion. Stalin in his previous life did not risk starting this either. Moreover, there was already a new religion - communism. After the Great Patriotic War, they began to publish more atheistic literature and imprison priests, and under Nikita Khrushchev there was a big fight against priests.
  Stalin himself, however, never decided, for example, to legalize polygamy. Although after the Great War it was a good idea, since there was a shortage of men.
  Perhaps he was afraid that abroad they would raise a fuss about the obscurantism in the USSR, and they would have to forget about gender equality. Stalin himself had weakened physically after the Great Patriotic War and tried not to make too abrupt movements. Although he wanted to wage and win the Third World War. But the USA could only be reached by having superiority at sea and a huge fleet. But you can't build a fleet quickly, except perhaps submarines.
  And time increased the number of nuclear charges in the US, and it was possible to trivially destroy the planet.
  Now, too, a war with America is undesirable, but Ukraine can be taken, like a boa constrictor takes a rabbit, without choking. And then what are the norms of international law for?
  Stalin, when the Great Patriotic War ended, limited the territorial gains of the USSR to Koenigsberg, Klaipeda, Uzhgorod a little in Galicia, a little to the north of Finland, in order to have a border with Norway by land. And what's more, Stalin also ceded the Belostok region to Belarus and a small part of the Brest region to Poland. That is, a disproportionately high price for comparatively small territorial gains.
  Stalin showed excessive scrupulousness, although he could have included Finland in the USSR entirely, and Poland too! However, there were such thoughts, but the leader preferred to act more cautiously. In particular, during the conflict with Tito, many generals, seeing that it was not possible to overthrow the rebel dictator by internal forces, suggested conducting a military operation. Stalin himself wanted this, but to fight two socialist countries - he would have been a bad candidate. So Tito was not overthrown.
  Stalin-Putin ordered:
  - Invite the President of Serbia to Moscow!
  And while this is going on... I remembered that there was a plan to divide Iran into several parts and include it in the USSR. They also tried to do something, but it didn't work out. Stalin's health problems had an effect, and this is important. Especially in an authoritarian country. Many documents were not signed for weeks. Now, it seems, he is in a little better shape. Yes, his body is also not ideal and not young, but better than Stalin's in those years.
  But the main thing is, of course, the soul. And when it left the body, Stalin felt so good. But then it moved into another body again, and again a full life. Although the leader did not have time to try to be a spirit properly.
  So for now, manage and collect good and victorious reports! And they report new ones all the time. Kramatorsk, Dnepropetrovsk, and much more.
  The advanced units crossed the Dnieper and already entered Kherson. They showed how the girls entered this city. It was another battalion - "Tigers". They were barefoot in short skirts, and it will be cool.
  Stalin-Putin took and sang:
  Woman, this is cool and above all,
  It can even break your neck...
  So we will celebrate our success,
  You enemies, abandon this idea!
  After which they brought him some more wine in thin glasses from the stocks bought in France. Stalin-Putin wet his throat a little and ordered:
  - Build three more tank factories. It's too early to write off this combat unit.
  During the Second World War, the tank was the main trump card of the war. And in many ways, the T-34 ensured victory. And not because it was the best, but because it turned out to be the simplest, most widespread and cheapest.
  The E-50 tank could have become a halo for the Nazis. Especially if they had managed to keep the weight under forty-five tons. Such a tank with an engine at 1200 horsepower would have simply flown. And the frontal armor is almost impenetrable, and the armament is super. Here is an 88-millimeter cannon, a barrel length of 100 EL and twelve shots per minute - this is trivially hyper!
  Stalin-Putin even started laughing... And then he thought that it was good that they managed to avoid prolonging the war, otherwise it would have been bad. And jet aviation, if it had managed to develop, would have created problems. Strangely enough, jet bombers are especially dangerous. Firstly, propeller fighters cannot catch up with them, and secondly, at such a speed, it is impossible to hit them with anti-aircraft guns. And the USSR did not have homing missiles - surface-to-air missiles at that time.
  In the Third Reich they tried to create similar homing missiles. And heat-guided infrared, and sound-guided, and turbulence-guided, and photocells, and the most promising radar-guided. Fortunately, it never came to practical application. It's even strange, the Nazis were supposedly obscurantists, but how they developed military technology, and medicine and much more too.
  Stalin-Putin was surprised by this. How medieval cruelty was combined with the development of science. However, in North Korea they made a hydrogen bomb, and medieval cruelty reigns there too.
  But people often love those who oppress them. For example, they hate Gorbachev, who gave them freedom and the opportunity to earn money. Moreover, even liberals hated him when he was in power, to whom he gave freedom. Here is how Novodvorskaya tore up a poster with Mikhail Sergeyevich.
  Unfortunately, you can't hang fat Valeria anymore. She died back in 1914. And she herself was even glad to go to prison. Maybe she was counting on losing weight on gruel and chifir?
  Stalin-Putin whistled once more... He thought - it would be good to put everyone in jail. For example, Patrushev? Shouldn't he be put in jail too? He's become too influential, and he's pushed his son into the ministerial office. And there are also rumors that Patrushev Sr. wants to drag Patrushev Jr. into his presidential seat.
  And it is already impudence to spread such rumors with a living and not yet very old president. Indeed, President Biden is almost ten years older than Putin, and talk about successors is provocative. Maybe they should both really go to jail?
  But it's not time yet, especially since there are enough people to repress anyway. Stalin took on the military a little later. And even went too far, knocking out the personnel in the army. Which in 1941 almost turned into a complete catastrophe. And thank God that in October there were such heavy rains with wet snow. Otherwise it would have been downright scary.
  And then the severe frosts... Well, okay, it's time for Stalin-Putin to give new orders. In particular, to encircle Kyiv. Then victory will be possible. During the Great Patriotic War in the winter of 1942, the German front collapsed, and it seemed that victory was so close.
  But Mainstein was able to launch a flank counterattack and recapture most of the Donbass. After which, the front temporarily stabilized. Stalin was inclined to attack, but English strategists advised him to limit himself to active defense for now. This had its pros and cons. The Kursk Bulge was transformed into a real large fortress. It was not for nothing that Hitler called the operation "Citadel".
  And he counted on the Tigers and Panthers. For their time, these German tanks were not bad, but too heavy, and the Tiger did not have rational armor slope angles - it was outdated. And the layout of the armor of the Nazis was not the best.
  But in a modern war, no one thinks about defense. Russian troops just rush...
  Stalin-Putin issued an order: Prisoners are to be interrogated intensively and information is to be beaten out. Prepare to hang Banderovites. And not only them.
  Many will be hanged, so that there will be fear and terror will roam... It would be nice to make tanks weighing five hundred tons, such land battleships, also so that the enemy will be afraid. First Ukraine, and then the Baltics, Poland and then Berlin. They will arrange such a thing for the whole world. That even frogs will get hot.
  And ball and needle bombs will be used, and this is, let's say, a terrible weapon. Moreover, Stalin-Putin ordered to throw them even despite the fact that almost everywhere Ukrainian troops and militias surrendered and did not resist. It was necessary to sow fear, so that people would tremble before Russian troops.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - Do not spare the Banderas, exterminate their bastards,
  Crush bedbugs like you crush cockroaches!
  And then he bursts out laughing. An evil, nasty laugh. Stalin, he was Genghis Khan with a telephone. There was both good and bad in Genghis Khan's conquests. Millions of people died, but a huge empire was created. Which, however, fell apart. Stalin also did not have time to appoint a successor, and as a result, the system began to collapse. Dictators are afraid to appoint a second one for fear that he will undermine them later, and others are beginning to consolidate around the successor.
  So the leader started saying that he would like to see Nikolai Voznesensky as his successor, and people, especially those from St. Petersburg, started to group around him. And Stalin couldn't stand it, he just went and dealt with him.
  Although Nikolai Voznesensky, perhaps, would not have debunked Stalin's personality cult and organized the Twentieth Congress, or rather, the revelations at the Twentieth Congress. And considering that he is an academician, then perhaps better than the semi-literate Nikita Khrushchev.
  Stalin later regretted getting rid of Voznesensky. If Koba had lived longer, then Beria, Malenkov, Kaganovich, Molotov, and of course Khrushchev would have gone into the furnace of repressions. Instead, Stalin would have put forward a young team. And perhaps Alexander Shelepin would have become his successor.
  Then, perhaps, there would have been some sense... Stalin died at the wrong time, without completing the purges, without putting the squeeze on the Americans and the Western coalition in the Korean War, without dealing with the Jews, without completing the construction of a huge navy, and without winning the Third World War.
  Now he is conquering Ukraine, or liberating it, as the propagandists say. Although Russia is a dictatorship, and Ukraine is a democracy, so liberating it is somehow inappropriate. Like the Mongol-Tatars liberated Kievan Rus from the atrocities of the princes. It's even funny.
  Especially when Stalin - a terrible dictator - possessed Putin! But at the same time, he also used the carrot, when they dropped candies, ice cream, cakes and other goodies from planes. As they say, the crown needs not only a sword, not only a whip.
  Hanging gallows combined with cakes - that's exotic!
  But things won't stop there...
  Stalin-Putin also ordered to increase the number of orphanages. For example, to raise soldiers from the cradle. The actual ban on abortions could increase the number of abandoned children, and this would create a fund for the war in the future. After all, children in large orphanages can be raised as real soldiers. Let's remember Efremov and Strugatsky, whom Putin knew. They just assumed that children in the future would be raised in huge orphanages, where they would be well. And in this case, children would simply be ideal and perfect citizens of the future communism. And Stalin liked this, and he wanted to turn his fantasies into reality as quickly as possible!
  . CHAPTER No 11.
  Another squad of terminator girls came from Belarus. In this case, it was the "Lioness" battalion - the daughter of the Russian Gods. Also a very well-trained special forces unit, which carried out the undercut and was supposed to reach Zhitomir through Polesie.
  The girls moved around in special vehicles. These are like infantry fighting vehicles on tracks, but they are quite large and have active armor. And they are protected by rapid-fire guns. They move at high speeds.
  When crossing the Belarusian-Ukrainian border at the outpost, they trivially raised their hands up. And it was quick and fun.
  And the music was still playing, and Elizaveta, the girl officer, began to sing with great feeling and expression, and the other girls joined in:
  We love our holy Motherland,
  Which is really conquering the world...
  I will simply kill the enemies of the Fatherland,
  Although God Jesus is a great idol!
  
  The girls' bare feet are jumping,
  They quickly rushed into the attack...
  Magicians really do disperse the clouds,
  And we must, we will build communism!
  
  We shoot accurately from machine guns,
  And our bullets are made of uranium...
  Victory will come in sunny May,
  Here comes a hurricane of death!
  
  Girls can cut down a dragon,
  And show your highest class...
  And ye sons of Sodom tremble,
  The double bass plays the mourning of the coffin!
  
  Russia shows the way to the universe,
  Having many nuclear missiles...
  With his strength in battle, unchanging,
  Let the dawn turn pink with blood!
  
  And our tanks are very fast,
  And the guns spew out a tornado of plasma...
  The girls are simply artists at heart,
  And let the enemies die in battle!
  
  The girls have striking power,
  They really do defeat all enemies...
  We will bring order to the planet,
  We'll get a crazy result!
  
  Lord Svarog and Mother of God Lada,
  Capable of crushing any army...
  From Rod with Jesus we are rewarded,
  Grace from the Blessed Mary!
  
  We are kind and merciless together,
  We break bones, crush metal...
  We will receive rewards from the Lord,
  This is what every person has dreamed of!
  
  When we enter Kyiv in a friendly formation,
  All the people will fall under us at once...
  Any boy can become a hero,
  And hit the nail on the head!
  
  For the Holy Motherland Russia,
  A strong toast to Lada and Maria...
  We will fulfill a great mission,
  The White God and God Christ are for us!
  That's how the girls sang with great enthusiasm and power. And they really do have power. After all, the guns on the infantry fighting vehicles are not simple, but laser. And a laser is serious. Here, one of the Ukrainian helicopters tried to fire a missile. And they hit it with a laser, and literally evaporated it. As well as the missile. And the rest of the helicopters landed at once.
  Zoya, also a female officer, noted:
  - How to get rid of them all with one hand!
  Victoria giggled and tossed a playing card with her bare toes. She caught it and sang:
  Forward with a brave chest,
  Cover the sky with flags...
  Who's walking there on the right?
  Nadezhda interrupted:
  - Okay, Mayakovsky is not relevant now! We are also a kind of bourgeoisie!
  Elena giggled and sang:
  - Eat pineapples, chew hazel grouse! Your last day is coming, bourgeois!
  Zoya answered with a smile:
  - When my mother was a pioneer, she paid attention to this verse. Like, eat pineapples, chew hazel grouse... But under the tsar, at least the bourgeoisie ate pineapples, but why now, under Soviet power, are there no pineapples at all?
  Victoria nodded:
  - True! There was poverty under the communists. And if it weren't for Gorbachev, we wouldn't know computer games, Hollywood movies and much more. And under Yeltsin, bananas appeared in abundance. So it wasn't only bad things that were connected with the nineties.
  Nadezhda confirmed:
  - Yes, in sunny Brazil, my Brazil, there is such abundance and no queues!
  Elizabeth muttered:
  - Okay, we won't be planting communism in Ukraine. It's just that some capitalists will be replaced by others. And here, how to say - liberate - is not quite appropriate. Rather, a change of owners, and perhaps the new owner will feed us more heartily! But the leash will most likely become shorter!
  Zoya giggled and noted:
  - It's like the joke about the dog! The chain was shortened, the bowl was moved, but you can bark as much as you want.
  Victoria fired her laser cannon. She shot down the drone, which was only hovering, and replied with a smile:
  - But under Gorbachev, people learned so many new and unexpected things.
  Elena giggled and noted:
  - It's better to know less. You sleep better.
  Here again the Ukrainian troops surrender. Many of them hang not only white flags, but also Russian tricolors. Now music is heard and there is jubilation. People pour out into the streets with flowers, and everyone is so happy.
  Elizabeth noted:
  - Everything happens as if a miracle were being born!
  Zoya chirped:
  - People in Ukraine lived poorly, and now we have brought them a better life. Look, the ice cream trucks have already arrived.
  Indeed, they started taking out portions of Eskimo from the refrigerator, and shouted into the loudspeaker:
  - Absolutely free!
  And the people crowded in. Children especially enthusiastically devoured the free treats.
  Well, not only ice cream, but also chocolate donuts, choux pastries, cakes and other goodies were given away for free. Well, there were candies, lollipops, marmalade and everything else. Not a war, but a real feast!
  The boys and girls were simply delighted and licked the "Eskimo" with their little tongues with great enthusiasm. This was really cool. Despite the slight frost, some of the children were barefoot and left small, graceful footprints on the frost.
  Elena sang with delight:
  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!
  Elizabeth noted with a sweet smile, her pearly teeth bared:
  - How wonderful it is when you are young and full of strength! Of course, it is better to be a girl than an old woman.
  Zoya squealed and, unable to resist, jumped out of the infantry fighting vehicle. And before that she took off her boots. What wonderful, tanned, graceful, damn seductive bare feet with chiseled soles the girl has. And they leave very beautiful traces.
  The warrior girls from the lioness squad also got rid of their annoying spiked shoes. And jumping out of their armored vehicles with laser guns, they ran on, their bare, pink, round heels sparkling.
  And so they march south. Bypassing Kyiv to Zhitomir. Some captured soldiers and ordinary people kneel and kiss their bare, graceful footprints. And music plays... The infantry fighting vehicles, having left the populated areas, pick up speed. And the girls can barely keep up with them and begin to lag behind.
  Nadezhda exclaimed:
  - Let's step up, beauties!
  Victoria confirmed angrily:
  - Are we witches or not? Are we patriots or not?
  A barefoot boy of about eight years old stood on the road in shorts. It was obvious that he was shaking from the cold, and his bare feet had turned scarlet, like the feet of a goose.
  Elena picked up the child with one hand and placed him on her neck. The boy pressed himself against the powerful blonde girl. The child was also fair-haired and very cute. The girl massaged the boy's small, bare, childish feet to warm them up.
  The boy squeaked and chirped:
  - My name is Seryozhka!
  Elena exclaimed:
  - Good for you! Well, take it, try it!
  And the girl thrust a jelly bean, sprinkled with powdered sugar, at him. The child bit it off with his white teeth. And chirped:
  - You are just a fairy!
  Elizabeth noted:
  - Charming boy! Tell me, my dear, do you want to take a big spoon?
  The young Ukrainian replied:
  I'll just pretend,
  I'll take a big spoonful!
  And laughter was heard. The girls fell even further behind the infantry fighting vehicles. And their bare soles, with gracefully curved bare, round heels, became slightly dusty and turned blue. And it looked very beautiful and at the same time caused a shiver.
  Zoya noted:
  - We've relaxed a bit too much. Maybe we should get closer to the combat vehicles!
  Nadezhda nodded with a smile:
  - The girls will be the coolest! And we'll take them all and hang them!
  And how they laugh.
  The boy Seryozhka sniffled his childish nose. Elena muttered:
  - We won't hang anyone. Everything will be according to the law.
  And the girls exclaimed in unison:
  We take an example from Putin,
  Let's revive the USSR!
  Every warrior is a superman,
  Let Uncle Sam tremble!
  The girls are really beautiful and muscular, and they have so much grace and sexual power.
  They also sing great and cool... And how can they not start to get cheeky. On the way, the girls ran into a detachment of American special forces. Seeing the girls running, and they were in only bikinis, the black warriors were stunned. And they started to run.
  And the girls took and threw peas with destructive explosives at the US special forces with their bare toes. And the special forces fighters of the Orlan empire were thrown in different directions. The girls threw two dozen peas. And two hundred black fighters sent by Biden to war were either killed or maimed.
  They were thrown up like chips by waves during a tornado. And their girls knocked them down so playfully. And they did it carelessly. And most importantly, how sexy it looks.
  The barefoot, tanned, graceful legs of the girls flash, throwing peas of death, and an entire detachment of American special forces will disperse without losses for the beauties and not a single scratch!
  These warriors turned out to be cool. The blacks tried to fire. But everything missed!
  And here is another victory.
  Elena noted with a smile:
  - It looks like they didn"t manage to scare the child!
  Elizabeth giggled and noted:
  How long should I be afraid, I don"t understand,
  A strong warrior is born for battle...
  Fear is a weakness and therefore,
  He who is afraid is already defeated!
  Zoya giggled and noted:
  - Yes, we can do everything! Girls are hyper and super!
  Nadezhda took it and roared:
  - Let's take it and cut everyone like that! And at the same time, the children will be even cooler, and first we give them candy, and then they will throw peas with explosives!
  Victoria giggled and sang:
  Pump the iron, baldhead,
  You must be as hard as steel...
  Clench your will into a fist,
  Hit the demons with a sledgehammer!
  And the warriors jumped up and spun around, and did it all very briskly. And Zoe's bare heel hit the chin of one of the American soldiers who was trying to get up. And from the strong blow of the girl's heel, his jaw flew off. That's how the warrior knocked him out.
  And the girls, full of enthusiasm, picked up the pace. Their mood was upbeat. And even the boy Seryozhka began to giggle and his giggles were so silvery and ringing.
  Elena remembered how their battalion fought in Afghanistan. They were conducting an operation against the Taliban. There was an Al-Qaeda unit operating there, which is, of course, no friend of Russia. In particular, they helped Chechen and North Caucasian terrorists. And so the girls went and carried out a purge. Then the girls staged a big showdown. And they used tanks with electric motors. And they killed so many mujahideen.
  One sheikh was literally torn to pieces by the girls. And several more dushmans were crushed by the tracks. This is a real fight - make your choice.
  The girls also used special grenades. They were distinguished by the use of a filling of needles with a shifted center of gravity. And they showed their murderous temperament.
  And when a needle grenade explodes, everything flies in different directions and covers with a whole cloud of annihilation. This is truly death and destruction.
  The girls then seized several more chests of emeralds. And, of course, replenished the treasury.
  Now their bare feet are a little tired. And the infantry fighting vehicles slowed down. The girls jumped into them, which I must say is also great. We need to go faster. As expected, cutting through Kyiv, to Zhitomir and to new victories.
  Zoya remembered that during the Second World War Zhitomir was taken by the Red Army on the spot, and then recaptured by Mainstein's counterattack. This was one of the few relatively successful counteroffensive operations after the Battle of Kursk. Somehow, the Germans did not hold out for even two years after that. Although, it seemed that they still had such territories and resources under their control. Probably, on the eve of the Battle of Kursk, only the biggest optimists imagined that in less than two years the Soviet army would march victoriously through Berlin.
  Now they are again heading towards this key point, bypassing Kyiv.
  It's good that at least no one resists, everyone gives in. The girls, of course, are cheerful and happy. Maybe even too easy.
  Elizabeth noted:
  - In Hollywood movies there must be swings. But we beat the enemy somehow one-sidedly!
  Elena confirmed, handing Seryozhka a chocolate bar:
  - Yes, this is really too one-sided a beating! Somehow even cartoonish.
  Zoya shook her golden hair and squeaked:
  - That's right! It's too easy and uninteresting. It's like a computer game where you're immortal. On the one hand, it's much easier to play. But on the other, it's not particularly exciting.
  Victoria agreed with this:
  - When there are no problems at all, then simply building a city is not interesting! It is the presence of certain difficulties that makes the game truly exciting. Like, for example, in an adventure book, the villains still have a chance, and victories are not too easy!
  Nadezhda answered with a smile:
  - But we actually captured Crimea in 1914 quite easily. Not like Hollywood, but like in an alternative history of low-grade science fiction. But notice, without unnecessary complications and bloodshed!
  Elena nodded with a smile:
  - Exactly! And to be honest, I have no desire to kill my Ukrainian brothers. If they simply surrender, then thank God!
  Elizabeth confirmed:
  - Yes, it is better to conduct such a war without unnecessary exploits. Let it be just an Anschluss... That is, a relatively peaceful, bloodless annexation of Ukraine to Russia. And this is the best option!
  Victoria giggled and noted:
  - The option is of course the best, but at the same time boring!
  Elena objected:
  - Killing our Ukrainian brothers is not the most fun or good option!
  Nadezhda confirmed with fury and even began to sing:
  Brother raised his hand against his brother,
  Cruel war - the roar of the enemy!
  The machine gun became your friend,
  Retribution for frivolity has come!
  
  What to do if people are broke,
  When dashing bullets whistle around!
  God would rather break the war by force -
  May the days of the predatory dragon pass!
  
  But hell knows no measure or line,
  The earth is burning in napalm, children are crying!
  The girl's features turned pale -
  Who, the Holy Lord, will answer for this?
  
  How many times can you kill your loved ones?
  After all, man is born, believe me, for happiness!
  The mother does not let her son go to the front,
  And even in summer there is bad weather during war!
  
  But a soldier's duty is a true duty:
  That we must fight in battle for our Fatherland!
  At sixteen, already gray temples,
  The faces of the unfortunate widows are swollen from tears!
  
  But what is it, are you crazy brother?
  No, you are crazy - the loved one answers!
  For the meanness of who is our soldier at the throne,
  He thinks that his brother-in-law is a filthy Cain!
  
  In the ground, streams of blood tear the veins,
  And the pulse from the core will respond with a blow...
  The plow, hit by a shell, froze in the field,
  Oh, how crimson the Sun has become!
  
  But there is faith that Jesus will come -
  He will reconcile the brothers and bring salvation!
  Then let us forget about the vile revenge -
  Let forgiveness reign in the souls of all of us!
  That's how the girls sang, and they had fun. And here ahead, indeed, is the first serious obstacle. The Ambrams tanks appeared, a fairly large American unit. They resembled turtles with trunks of trunks. And they were advancing from the grove with poplars. So outwardly clumsy, although with thick armor. And a lot of infantry fighters, mostly black, and also Arabs. There is a whole regiment of them here.
  The girls whistled and opened fire from laser weapons. And in response, the Abrams fired deadly shells. The 120-millimeter cannons hit. And here and there, gifts of annihilation stuck into the active armor. And explosions and plumes of fountains rose up around the infantry fighting vehicles. And these military submarines on wheels shook.
  Zoya squeaked at this point:
  - Here it is, Hollywood. Indeed, I hurt my knee.
  The girls burst out laughing. The infantry fighting vehicles had fourth-generation armor, and their shells didn't take out the Ambrams. But they still caused a concussion and made the girls scream and jump. Some of the beauties got bruises and scratches.
  The boy also bruised his baby nose and blood started flowing. The child started crying.
  Elena said sternly:
  Don't lose your honor, boy,
  You are an eagle, not a vile louse...
  Better get up quickly, young hero,
  Only in battle will you find honor!
  The Ambrams tank has a drawback in that it does not have an automatic gun loading. Because of this, it has four crew members instead of three, like in Russian tanks. Which makes the vehicle larger in size and more cumbersome. And at the same time, it slows down the rate of fire of the gun. It is not for nothing that the Ambrams, like the German Tiger, was already outdated at the time of its appearance. And this made it easier for the BMP to withstand a blow. Especially with fourth-generation armor. And in response, laser beams hit. They burned through the armor of American tanks and caused the detonation of shells.
  Laser beams also burned through gas tanks. Here, plutonium was used in the beam installations, that is, this is a more powerful and effective laser with nuclear pumping, for which you do not need to drag around an entire power plant. It shoots on plutonium batteries with controlled fission.
  True, here you have to be careful not to get infected yourself.
  But the Abrams, burned by the rays, explode trivially.
  Elena noted:
  - Such a large detachment of American tanks arrived on Ukrainian territory, and we didn"t know anything about it?
  Elizabeth made a logical conclusion:
  - It smells like betrayal. Or real carelessness!
  Victoria noted aggressively:
  - They'll hang you for this. Putin is not the same now as before - he's become evil!
  Nadezhda took it and jokingly sang:
  Love sisters, love,
  I love living with my sister...
  With our president,
  No need to worry!
  And the girls burst out laughing... Elena thought that this was how serious war was for them - giggles, giggles.
  But in any case, you have to win somehow. And lasers do it.
  The American losses were high, and the surviving Abrams began to turn and play retreat. Well, it was their choice.
  Seryozhka, this brave boy, stamped his little feet and exclaimed:
  - The Americans are fleeing!
  Indeed, the broken Ambrams were ablaze and burning, the combat kits were detonating. Columns of smoke went up into the sky, you could see how the turrets were torn off the hulls - an impressive sight. Especially if the rollers of the vehicles were thrown in all directions. And they were spinning and turning. And the tracks were melting, especially the rubberized ones were burning, blue smoke was smoking.
  Elena, I remembered a film about the Kursk Bulge. There, the Germans also had these "Tigers" that looked like boxes and had fairly thick armor. But of course, there were no lasers. True, there is a version that electricity and even some kind of pulsed radiation were used to fight the Germans. But they basically decided to use regular shells. Or using "Katyushas" or something more powerful. That was the effect that tore apart both "Tigers" and other tanks.
  However, there weren't that many Tigers at the Kursk Bulge. These are more folkloric exaggerations. As for the hundreds of these machines destroyed at the Kursk Bulge. Here, it seems, there will be more Ambrams.
  This American tank is the most common modern tank in the world, and has participated in various wars. And it has shown both its strengths and weaknesses. The advantages of this tank are thick, multi-layered armor and difficulty in defeat, but the disadvantages are obvious. And you can't really defend yourself against a laser with nuclear pumping. And cars continue to explode in pursuit.
  Victoria noted:
  - In America, opportunities are equal for the whole country!
  The upgraded IFVs continued to pursue the Ambrams. Among them were a couple of Leopards. The latter vehicles looked a bit more elegant and had more inclined armor plates. Although this does not have much significance for active armor, it does have some effect with the kinetic energy of the projectile.
  Nadezhda noted:
  - Napalm is falling from the sky and a terrible hurricane! A hurricane!
  Elena nodded with a smile:
  - Yes, it is really sad and unique. I mean, I wanted to say, funny and banal!
  The commander of the girls' unit, Nicoletta, addressed the tankers:
  - Surrender! We guarantee everyone's life!
  The surviving tanks stopped and white flags stuck out of them. Yes, it was really lovely. There were many different fighters here: white, black, and yellow.
  They climbed out of the cars, raising their hands up.
  Elizabeth noted:
  - Our brilliant victory again.
  Elena stated:
  - Our victory will be in the holy war. Forward the imperial flag, glory to the fallen heroes!
  The girls began to gladly stick their bare feet in for the American prisoners to kiss. The men did it with great enthusiasm. Really, such beautiful, seductive, tanned feet, and how nice it was to shower them with kisses. And how wonderful it was.
  Natasha chirped:
  We ran along the path,
  Barefoot girls feet...
  The black soldier is defeated,
  The soldier dropped his machine gun in fear!
  . CHAPTER #12.
  Stalin-Putin continued to receive more and more reports. Victories and successes, now Russian flags are in Mariupol and Lisichansk, and Donbass is under control. And even paratroopers are in Chernigov...
  Stalin-Putin handed out a paper with awards... And felt very tired. His body had become unaccustomed to alcohol, and he kept sipping good, red, Georgian wine, which girls in high heels and short skirts brought him. As a result, Stalin's eyes closed and he felt weak and fell into some kind of delirious sleep.
  The Generalissimo dreamed that he had become an Indian, stalking a squad of palefaces in ambush. Next to him lies a muscular girl with wide hips and strong legs, sticking out her bare, round, seductive heels almost under his nose. For some reason, the warrior, although she should be an Indian, is a blonde. She is almost naked, only panties from a bikini set, a string of pearls on her full chest.
  When she turned around, Stalin-Putin saw a pretty face with a masculine chin and large but well-shaped breasts. The warrior's arms were muscular, her skin was chocolate-colored, which, combined with her white hair with a slight hint of yellow, or rather golden pollen, looked damn attractive.
  The blonde warrior, however, whispers anxiously:
  - The palefaces are coming here, oh chief Chinganchuk!
  Something poked the colonel in the side... Stalin-Putin jerked and saw a graceful, bare, girlish leg. Also muscular and strong. And then the lady herself with burning fiery red hair. What a beauty this turned out to be. A honey blonde and a redhead, and both half-naked, muscular and athletic. Not warriors, but deities with bows.
  Stalin-Putin carefully stroked first one and then the other girl's legs. They purred contentedly, like cats being stroked. Well, that's right, a normal woman shouldn't shy away from male caresses. Otherwise, all sorts of untouchables have proliferated, who are ready to sue for the slightest stroke or flirting. But for a man, it is a completely natural desire to stroke and caress a beautiful girl, or even two girls at once.
  True, they were very muscular, but athletic in his sleep, Generalissimo Stalin-Putin loved strong women who were capable of giving birth to strong offspring.
  But the fiery beauty gave Stalin-Putin a sign with her lips - freeze! The enemy will appear soon!
  Indeed, a detachment appeared at the edge of the forest... Oh, the special forces colonel did not expect this. No, these were not trolls or gnomes at all - completely normal people, but... In medieval armor with bulky, like cannibal clubs, muskets, with long swords. This entire army gave the impression of something extremely unreal and surreal. And very archaic. At the same time, it was distinguished by its number, although not excessive. More and more knights rode out on horses in heavy armor. By the way, pale-faced is a strong exaggeration, their faces were tanned, dark, and their beards were black.
  The red-haired warrior-devil herself answered the question that was ready to fall from Stalin-Putin"s tongue:
  - This is Cortes' Spanish detachment! Don't be afraid, there are only four hundred of them, and they haven't had time to be replenished with local Indians yet.
  The Generalissimo whistled and whispered in response:
  - Lovely... How many of us are there?
  This time the honey blonde answered:
  - Together with you it will be five! - And intercepting the confused look of Stalin-Putin she added: - The most correct number, a pentagram.
  The red-haired devil considered it necessary to remind Stalin-Putin:
  - You have a bow, oh chief... Open fire on my command.
  Herelissimo only now noticed himself. He was indeed bare-chested, wearing buffalo-hide trousers and jeweled moccasins. On his head was a wreath from which three feathers were sticking out. No, not falcon feathers, but some kind of feathered creature unknown to earth.
  The body itself became much more defined, although Stalin-Putin was not always distinguished by excellent muscle development, which, however, in recent years began to swim with fat. But in this case, he began to look like a professional fitness champion - ideal definition and not a single fat spot, and the skin was filled with a red-brown tan.
  On their chests was a tattoo of a jaguar - the symbol of Huron. The warriors had perfect, smooth and polished skin, chocolate with a golden hue, and their skin shone in the semi-darkness of a warm Mexican evening.
  They drew their bows. Two more girls, and Stalin-Putin was for some reason sure that they were beautiful girls, camouflaged themselves so carefully that they were not visible. But those two had such luxurious bows, like those of princesses, and the fletching of their arrows was thickly strewn with diamonds, topazes, rubies and emeralds.
  Stalin-Putin's bow is also not inferior in luxury, but it has more sapphires and precious stones of dark tones. And the beautiful girls have brighter colors.
  The Spanish conquistadors' detachment had already settled down in front of them. Four hundred Castilian caballeros. It seemed that the sea was not far from here, although the characteristic smells were not heard, the wind was blowing just from the coast. But the aromas of the girls' bodies were so tempting and completely inhuman, like a mixture of honey, flowers, a little nutmeg and spices.
  The warriors themselves, of the then powerful Spanish Empire, had not yet had time to get dusty from the campaign and looked quite impressive.
  In front of everyone is a mighty, broad-shouldered, tall horseman with a long, red beard. This is probably Count Cortes, who in the future will receive the title of Duke and seize fabulous wealth for himself.
  It seems he was red-haired and very healthy. The armor alone weighs a hundredweight and underneath him is not a simple horse, but a piebald draft horse.
  The Generalissimo took aim at the Spanish grandee and prepared to shoot.
  Stalin-Putin was a good archer, although he had not practiced in this form for a long time, so there was no particular confidence that he would hit the target.
  The fiery red-haired beauty took command. She fired first, and the arrow flew along a tangent trajectory. The golden-haired one fired somewhere to the side, and from the opposite thickets, like comets, striking beams of annihilation energy flew out.
  Stalin-Putin, who had not managed to fire, had his pupils rounded into a triangle. He had never seen anything like it before. The arrow of the fiery-red maiden burst and dispersed into black waves. The Spanish knights caught in this tide were immediately charred and crumbled into dust along with their horses. Only skeletons remained, frozen in the air.
  The gift thrown by the girl with gold leaf hair had a no less destructive effect. Only it was expressed in a slightly different way. A white wave passed, and another hundred warriors suddenly began to bloom. And in the most literal sense. Namely, juicy and bright buds covered the conquistadors of the Castilian Empire from head to toe. And then rapid shoots appeared, and a marvelous alley began to sprout. And the potential bandits and stranglers turned, each of them, into a bush of fabulous flowers with the richest coloring...
  The other gifts worked well too... The third arrow flew apart like scarlet lightning, and the Spaniards burst into flames like a torchlit, pagan procession, and then turned into a hundred fires... And the flame of each fire had its own color and shade, and the sparks flew apart, trying to touch the black sky as high as possible.
  Well, the fourth present turned out to be even stranger. Sparkling like rock crystal, wrenches and bolts flew from the arrow! And they fell on the tail section of Cortes's detachment. The horses turned into tracks, and the riders into excavators, and a hundred machines of strange designs stopped, getting stuck on the wide road between the hills.
  Now four hundred strong and brave warriors of the Spanish Empire ceased to exist.
  Only Cortes remained, frozen like a motionless block on his huge, German aurochs-like steed, and trying quite successfully to maintain his composure.
  The chief fired at him, but two bare, chiseled heels flashed, and the girls, the golden-haired one and the red-haired one, deftly caught the arrow with their toes, after which they exclaimed in chorus:
  - No! You must find out whose blood is nobler in yours, with swords!-
  Well, if it's swords, then it's swords. Stalin-Putin had the skill to fight with a stick, and a sapper shovel, and also a bayonet-knife. If only he could find a sword...
  The Iroquois Generalissimo looked questioningly at the warriors, as if expecting them to give him a magic sword - one swing and a hundred heads off their shoulders!
  But the red-haired devil pointed at the most ordinary Spanish blade thrown back by the blast wave of technomagic, whispering in an ominous tone:
  - Now you are on equal terms!
  Here the wind changed direction, bringing a welcome coolness on a hot tropical evening. Fresh air blew in from the sea, the smell of iodine, shrimp, and seaweed as sweet as nutty caramels.
  The Generalissimo slowly moved towards the captured weapons, he felt like a real redskin. And Cortes, why did he even bother going to Mexico? Does he want to destroy the ancient Mayan culture? To fill his pockets with gold, which is considered a sacred metal by the local Indians. To crush the old cults and establish an even more cruel rule of inquisitors and Jesuits...
  Here Stalin-Putin suddenly caught himself thinking that his sensations were too real to be a dream. He felt with his bare, muscular hummock both a breath of air carrying a pleasant, sea-like coolness and a piece of warm resin dripping onto his strong shoulder.
  No, it's not like a dream. In a dream, usually, you're either not aware, or your awareness lasts for a very short time. But here, something else... Even moccasins cause a certain discomfort, and you yourself are not a generalissimo who was already over seventy in a past life, and under seventy in the current one, but a young man no older than twenty.
  That is, the body is not his, although, in general, Stalin-Putin is not that far from old age. And he was a womanizer with the glory of the whole army. But now, really, it is either he, or, on the contrary, not he... The flesh is alien, although healthy, and there is a lot of energy in it. Not like in the last couple of years, when Stalin-Putin felt a certain cooling towards women, a decrease in enthusiasm, a lingering laziness in training and an unwillingness to get up in the morning and do exercises. And sleep has become somehow lingering, when you do not feel the same energy and desire to jump up, but want to sleep and think: - Isn't it time to retire.
  But Stalin-Putin has a somewhat precarious situation with his pension. Formally, as a Russian citizen who has been president for many years and worked for more than twenty-five years in the civil service, he should receive a pension. But now he serves Russia as the universally recognized president of a great state. So his legal status... He doesn't seem to mind taking a rest, but he needs to finish his work!
  Stalin-Putin was too distracted, and Cortes managed to come to his senses. The formidable Spanish grandee aimed his heavy musket at the one who seemed to be an Indian. Such a thing as a flint-lock mechanism was not yet known, and Cortes tried to ignite the gunpowder using a friction mechanism. No, this is a very primitive weapon, clearly inferior to an ordinary bow and arrow. The only advantage of such a musket is that it will certainly pierce any armor with its lead charge, the size of a chicken egg. However, it is extremely difficult to hit a nimble and agile Indian in this way.
  Therefore Stalin-Putin did not get nervous, but calmly moved towards the sword. You can shoot anyway only when you light the fuse, and that will take time.
  Cortes shouted something in Spanish. Stalin-Putin did not know this language. But he knew German and English, and also a little French. The Generalissimo was not a great specialist in Cortes, or in general in all these colonial wars. He knew what was in school textbooks. Well, and a little more from the famous book "Montezuma's Daughter". But there, of course, the information was fragmentary and mixed with fiction.
  In theory, Cortes should know French, since the Spaniards often fought with the country of the lily.
  And Stalin-Putin, in French, which he spoke not very fluently, said:
  - Do you have any questions for me, Monsignor?
  Cortes, in confusion, poked the lit fuse into the musket, and the little cannon went off... What a roar even from one shot. Maybe it was this sound, like thunder, that made the Indians fall when the bullets themselves flew past!
  In this case, a piece of round lead whistled over a hundred meters and was not at all dangerous for Stalin-Putin. The Generalissimo, without accelerating his pace, approached the sword and easily picked up the weapon, although it weighed about ten kilograms. Of course, even knights hardened by training would not be able to fight with such swords for too long. A sabre, of course, is much more practical.
  Cortes finally spoke in French:
  - Who are you?
  Stalin-Putin responded in the style of Mephistopheles:
  - I am part of that force that, while eternally desiring evil, does good!
  Although his French is not very good, the Spaniard will certainly understand. It is still good that in the military lyceum they were taught the languages of the supposed enemy. First of all, English and German, and also Chinese. The last language is the most difficult to learn and almost no one knew it. Spain was not considered a serious enemy, although this language is more widespread in the world than German. But it was apparently believed that war with the Germans could not be avoided.
  Cortes smiled back and in French, albeit not very clearly, suggested:
  - Do you want to fight with swords?
  Stalin-Putin answered laconically:
  - Knightly!
  Cortes smiled even wider - he was considered one of the strongest swordsmen in Spain. And who is an Indian? Just a savage who dared to challenge the Castilian Empire. So he will lose his empty head with a set of feathers.
  Stalin-Putin seemed to have a different opinion and was moving closer to his opponent.
  Count Cortes jumped off his horse quite easily, for a man of his build and in massive armor.
  He was a head taller than his colonel opponent and at least twice as heavy. But Stalin-Putin was also distinguished by his agility and muscularity in his new body. Let the arrogant count try to take him by storm.
  A sword is, of course, heavier than a stick, it's like waving a crowbar. But the enemy's weapon is even heavier. And no matter how strong Cortes is, the maneuverability of a large body will still be lower.
  Stalin-Putin was approaching, the enemy stood still, trying to maintain balance and waiting.
  The warriors of proud Spain lost their bodies after each warrior fired an arrow, but Cortes himself seemed not to be embarrassed by this at all. On the contrary, the Spaniard looked especially collected and pompous.
  Stalin-Putin suddenly accelerated and made an attacking lunge. The Count parried it with a barely noticeable movement of his sword. The General Assimo grinned - the enemy turned out to be better than he thought.
  Cortes, in turn, performed a fork move, but also failed to achieve the goal. Stalin-Putin responded.
  Both opponents began fencing, but in a peculiar manner. Stalin-Putin, lighter and more agile, circled around his opponent, while the massive Cortes stood motionless, only occasionally taking a half step forward, trying to reach his opponent.
  Both warriors were silent for the first ten minutes and acted quite cautiously. Stalin-Putin hit the armor several times, but the captured sword could not penetrate the skillfully made armor. And when Cortes caught the colonel with a sharp swing, blood appeared on the naked torso of the Indian warrior.
  After which, the Spaniard changed tactics, the sight of someone else's blood made him lose his composure, and he abruptly went forward. Stalin-Putin still outmaneuvered his opponent. He retreated and backed away like a leopard - the special forces training was telling.
  Cortes could only be knocked out by hitting him right in the face; his armor covered both his arms and legs, but this forced the enemy to move more slowly.
  Here Stalin-Putin regained his confidence, no matter how strong and resilient the count is, he will still get tired. Even world champions among professional boxers get tired and cannot always maintain a twelve-round pace. And they fight in just their sports shorts. So this monster will also get exhausted.
  Indeed, Cortes began to breathe heavily and sweat profusely, and his pace of movement slowed.
  Even his plump cheeks took on an unhealthy blush.
  Stalin-Putin became active again and went on the offensive. At the same time, the colonel used not what he had been taught in the special forces, but techniques taken from adventure literature. In particular, strikes under the base of the sword handle, in order to tire the enemy as much as possible, and especially his hand.
  Cortes began to back away a little, and then Stalin-Putin regained his gift of speech:
  - What's the matter, Monsignor?
  The Count responded with a sharp lunge that barely missed Stalin-Putin's eye, but he himself received a sword blow to his fingers. The Generalissimo struck without swinging too far, the buffalo leather of his gloves was only cut, but the former leader of all times and nations broke a couple of Cortes' phalanges. It became painful to hold the sword in his right hand, and the leader of the Spaniards transferred the weapon to his left hand.
  But of course, chopping with the left is much harder than with the right, even if you are already trained.
  Stalin-Putin gained some confidence. He attacked the enemy in the head and, at the same time, delivered a shin kick under the knee.
  The armor plate was slightly higher, but the buffalo skin still softened the blow. But Cortes staggered, and his sword deviated slightly, and Stalin-Putin, using a fan technique, when a combination of blows is carried out, harshly scratched the Spanish count on the cheek.
  The blow landed just below the eyebrows, but blood still flowed, and it became difficult for the opponent to speak, and the pain itself distracted from the fight.
  Cortes was now truly furious, but his rage was tired and somehow powerless. The Count missed several times, and finally Stalin-Putin, deftly diving like a fish, hit his opponent in the face with his blade.
  The right eyebrow burst like a ball filled with blood, and Cortes really floated. Stalin-Putin, seeing his condition, chopped at the wrist. The buffalo skin was slightly cut, the enemy still held the sword in his left hand.
  Then the generalissimo repeated the blow to the fingers. In principle, he could have lunged at the head, but he wanted to take Cortes prisoner alive.
  The Spanish leader's heavy sword plopped into the mud, and the brute retreated again and answered wearily in French:
  - Well, it looks like I lost to you, savage!
  Stalin-Putin logically objected:
  - Savages don't speak French. And anyway, you came to a foreign land to enslave and kill!
  The Spanish leader roared:
  - We have brought you faith that saves you from eternal hellish torment!
  Stalin-Putin replied with a grin:
  - You have already become a torment for everyone, even if not eternal!
  The two warriors stood opposite each other. Both were covered in blood, although Cortes, of course, was more heavily stained and more severely wounded. The disarmed Spanish grandee against the Indian with a not very sharp, but quite deadly sword.
  Cortes could see only in one eye, but despite his ripped cheek, he spoke quite clearly. Stalin-Putin did not know what to do with the Spanish count. He should have taken him prisoner, but in that case it was unclear where to take him.
  Although, in fact, it should have been given to the warriors of the Mayan Empire. By the way, what is their capital called? It slipped my mind! And where are the Mexican Indian troops now? Their so-called empire is already in decline, there is no coast guard or regular army in sight. So four hundred Spaniards armed with bulky muskets turned out to be a huge force for them.
  Stalin-Putin read the book about Cortes' war a long time ago, so he couldn't remember exactly who the Indians' king was at that time and what, at least approximately, their army was in terms of numbers. But in theory, a state that exceeds Spain itself in size (excluding foreign possessions!) should not be small in population either.
  Cortes broke the silence and said, not very clearly:
  - Once you win, then kill!
  Stalin-Putin grinned in response and asked ingratiatingly:
  - Or maybe you could offer a large ransom for yourself!
  The Spanish Count answered honestly:
  - I have nothing but debts, what was left of my fortune I spent on the expedition and my mercenary squad!
  Stalin-Putin answered for Cortes himself:
  - And the king simply executes the loser... - And then an interesting thought occurred to the colonel. - What if you enter the service of the local king? After all, it seems you have no other choice!
  Cortes thought about it. His fortune was spent, his debts were large and the interest on them was growing. In Spain, debtors' prison awaited him, and probably torture as well. Of course, they would ask about the destroyed detachment, and they would not pardon him. Go into the service of the local king? Are there not enough Spaniards who serve as mercenaries, and not all of his now destroyed detachment were natives of the Castilian Empire.
  In any case, there are no moral restrictions. Except that the local king is most likely from a pagan family. But Cortes himself did not really understand the Christian faith, and God, hanging like a defenseless man on the cross, raised a lot of questions. Indeed, would the Almighty allow himself to be crucified? And why did God, who burned Sodom and Gomorrah, drowned almost all of humanity in the flood, suddenly awaken such strange inclinations?
  In any case, Cortes was more of an agnostic than a Catholic. Moreover, he was not too hurt during the battle - the broken fingers will heal quickly, and so will the eyebrow. Fortunately, the hand remained intact, although it was bruised.
  The Count grinned and asked politely:
  - If I go to work for you, what salary will you give me?
  Stalin-Putin responded ambiguously:
  - And my king will decide this!
  The red-haired warrior appeared like a mushroom jumping out from under a hummock and cooed:
  - This is not a boy's action, but a man's! Come on, follow me!
  And the beauty waved her bare leg. The Spanish leader disappeared with her. Just like in the movies, suddenly and without complaint!
  And then a girl with golden hair appeared. She looked languidly at Stalin-Putin and quietly asked:
  - Were you offered to commit an act of betrayal?
  The Generalissimo nodded obediently and was surprised:
  - Yes... But how do you know this!
  The warrior said in a simpler tone:
  - What you see now is not a dream! This is a parallel reality, over which the gods we serve have considerable power...
  The muscular girl with golden hair fell silent, another one with a shock of green hair and glowing ruby eyes appeared. She said slowly:
  - People are different. Gods too... And usually they clearly do not interfere... except in cases when intervention is necessary. And even then they prefer people!
  Another girl with hair whiter than pearls appeared and she breathlessly replied:
  - And you were lucky enough to have such a horoscope that the council of Gods chose you for the most important mission!
  Stalin-Putin bowed to the girls at the waist and timidly answered:
  - Well, I just don"t know... Whether I"m worthy!
  The red-haired ranger girl appeared again, her hair blazing brighter than the Olympic torch, and answered harshly:
  - Of course not! And the probability that you will cope with the task is no more than one chance in a trillion!
  Stalin-Putin choked and stammered:
  - But then?
  The red-haired devil answered harshly:
  - And you have no choice! You didn't choose me, I chose you!
  The girl with golden hair explained in a very soft tone:
  - We will transfer you to one of the innumerable parallel universes, where you will have to do something that is almost impossible to do with your knowledge and skills!
  The girl with emerald-colored hair noted:
  - Why is it impossible! In various science fiction works, time travelers, using knowledge of the future, do various, sometimes seemingly completely incredible things. Moreover, these are people much worse than the Generalissimo of the Soviet Union troops, and the President of Russia for special purposes, and even having a PhD in law!
  The warrior with snow-white hair confirmed:
  - Yes, this person is not just chosen by the horoscope, but is also quite valuable in itself! So the chances increase.
  The golden-haired ranger girl sighed heavily and remarked:
  - Time is short! We can't abandon it before June 1st, which means our chances of even warning Stalin are falling with zero progression!
  Stalin-Putin blinked his black eyelashes vigorously and muttered:
  - I don't quite understand what you're talking about!
  The four sorceress girls looked at each other, and then the red-haired one suggested:
  - Let's show him. Words are just the ringing of icicles in the Sahara Desert!
  Stalin-Putin woke up... His head ached and his temples ached. He felt unwell. That's what the hops had done to him.
  The Russian President stated decisively:
  -Prepare a good bath for me! Let them steam me with birch branches!
  The order of the formidable ruler was rushed to be carried out. The girls looked very impudent.
  Stalin-Putin began to issue new decrees. In particular, to return Donetsk to its former name Voroshilovgrad. And why not? Although Voroshilov cannot be called a brilliant military leader, he did a lot for the Soviet army and for Stalin personally. So he deserved it. But Lugansk should also be renamed. Maybe to Vasilevsk? In honor of Marshal Vasilevsky? This military leader was considered the best Soviet strategist, and showed himself especially brilliantly during the short-term war with Japan.
  He managed to literally create a miracle, a short-term victorious war against such a strong and developed country - that's a miracle!
  Stalin-Putin noted:
  - It's time to reward and time to punish!
  . CHAPTER #13.
  The children's special forces, as always, are at their best... From Dnepropetrovsk they flew towards Kyiv. The flying saucers with children began to stretch the front. The Ukrainian troops did not resist and surrendered. And many units hung out tricolor flags. People rejoiced everywhere. It all looked like a real, very phasmogoric holiday.
  And the children went out into the streets with colorful balloons and flags. And the music played...
  Oleg and Alina even started singing, and their team joined in chorus:
  We are warriors born of Svarog,
  And believe me, we are so cool...
  Like daughters, so are brave sons,
  Our homeland is very brave!
  
  When children enter into battle boldly,
  They are capable of performing miracles...
  I will be with you forever, Motherland,
  The Fatherland does not anger the Gods!
  
  My family, believe me, is a family of Gods,
  Who are capable of ruling the world...
  There is no need to waste unnecessary words on this,
  The goddess became an idol for me!
  
  I believe we will fly to the very stars,
  Where bright comets rush, there...
  Above us is a golden-winged cherub,
  And the feats of heroism are sung!
  
  My big Russian family,
  In it, Lada and Svarog are already on the rise...
  The Lord is One, but here I am already seven,
  People don't need to think about the throne!
  
  The boy's sword cuts down the Ottomans, you know,
  Sparkles like silver at low tide...
  We will definitely build it, I know paradise,
  Divine in the light of the collective!
  
  Let faith not weaken on Earth,
  Believe me, we are striving for new frontiers...
  A swift flight to a big dream,
  So that any ruler can be useful!
  
  I know we will bring the kingdom of light,
  After all, barefoot Nadezhda is with us...
  And if necessary, we will save the Earth,
  Although what was before will not be!
  
  Let the boy's soul delight,
  Goddesses of light, know, the wise Lada...
  The young man goes on the attack, crushing,
  Without expecting a future reward!
  
  The wolves will howl very loudly, know that,
  Their howl will suddenly deafen the army...
  Then there will be a deafening bark,
  It will be difficult for the enemy!
  
  Here the sun of peace rises over the earth,
  It reflects the wisdom of the universe...
  The victories opened an endless account,
  With your strength in battle, unchanging!
  
  An eagle circles over the furious world,
  Two heads are crowned...
  The Fatherland has a sword and a strong shield,
  And there is a huge army at the throne!
  
  We will get what we want, you know,
  The victory will be very, I believe, resounding...
  We will soon build a paradise on the planet,
  Drink mead, and don't need vodka!
  
  Here the army is already going on the attack,
  The girls run barefoot...
  The victories opened an endless account,
  So that greatness does not come to the poor!
  
  When a girl raises a sword,
  To all that is so sharp as steel...
  He is able to cut through the unclean,
  And it's too late to kneel!
  
  My victory will be near,
  I believe in the sword and wise desire...
  Love for the Fatherland is true and pure,
  And the enemy will receive retribution!
  
  The Lord will not accept the weak into his bosom, know this,
  He also respects, believe the power...
  Then nature will be eternal May,
  And stop this grief, people!
  
  Why is a man given a sharp mind?
  To enjoy eternal immortality...
  And let it not darken the brow of thought,
  We humans are really capable of fighting!
  
  I am a boy, even if I am short in stature,
  But the spirit, believe me, is simply heroic...
  And the infidel will of course be beaten,
  Child, know that your heart is very pure!
  
  My friends are the daughters of the Gods,
  They are cool as hell...
  No need to waste unnecessary words, brothers,
  It's time to conquer all the capitals!
  
  The mighty spirit of the Fatherland is good,
  It gives off a hint of honey and a layer of cinnamon...
  We will not sell our Fatherland for a penny,
  Let's fly higher, like birds!
  
  There is our faith, like a diamond,
  Svarog, daughters of the great Gods...
  Well, boy, get your machine gun ready,
  Fire away until it becomes really bad!
  
  Well, orc player, I see you threw an ace,
  The hunt is to kill us brave ones at once...
  But boy, believe me, you are not a coward,
  And destroy the dirty infection!
  
  But we will all fight, brave men,
  Let's help make our Motherland happy...
  Our grandfathers and fathers are proud of us,
  The faces of the saints shine from the icons!
  
  Well, let's take Istanbul of course,
  And there is not an ounce of doubt about this...
  Napoleon once blew away our ancestors,
  Don't ask him for forgiveness, believe me!
  
  This is how strong our steel is,
  And the infidels feel the blows...
  The great dream will come true,
  Boys, get off the sofas quickly!
  
  My homeland is not a prison,
  Its vastness is beyond your ability to take in...
  But the boy has only one homeland,
  And you can't take off your boots!
  
  Well, now we take Istanbul,
  It is a very large city, the walls are mountains...
  Once upon a time, Frederick the fiery blew away,
  Now there are different conversations!
  
  Our reign is a miracle of miracles,
  Everything in it is beautiful with the trill of a nightingale...
  Does anyone have a flashy Mercedes?
  And someone exposes their back to the whip!
  
  In every land there is also a noble God,
  Which can work miracles, believe me...
  His names are Christ and Svarog,
  The essence of the name is more important, children, remember!
  
  The Bible and the Vedas are one and the same,
  They will give you happiness and rays of freedom...
  We will throw off the yoke of the infidels,
  And let's dance furiously in a circle!
  
  We will not remain silent, I say sternly,
  And we will not give an inch to the enemy...
  I love Maria and Lada with all my heart,
  And I will receive the Almighty reward!
  
  But I know the southern shores are waiting for us,
  To the ocean with beautiful India...
  In the north, snow is like diamonds,
  And warriors of the Motherland are happy!
  
  Well, how disgusting lies are to us,
  We want something new in the classroom too...
  We will boldly make our enemies tremble, brothers,
  We have a king, they call him Vasya!
  
  What will happen if the war ends?
  The time for wild entertainment will come...
  The evil Satan will not reign,
  We'll eat cookies with nuts!
  
  The greatness of the Fatherland is peace,
  We don't need war, let the Fuhrer perish...
  And the White God of love is a great idol,
  Believe me, it will never leave us!
  
  We'll see our grandfathers on Sunday,
  And we will hug our young grandmother...
  We don"t need extra words in prayer,
  We will take new steps towards Eden!
  That's how the children took and sang with great feeling and enthusiasm. And conquering space and time, they continued to fly. But how their little, young hearts want a feat. And just seeing people who come out with tricolor or red flags is fun, but not enough for those who thirst for battle and feat. They want bloody battles on a colossal scale.
  Oleg remembered computer games. For example, imagine a huge flat monitor that covers the entire wall, and on it is a military map. And also huge... You can place millions of soldiers and hundreds of thousands of tanks and planes on it. And build cities and real megalopolises. That's where you can really fit a couple of billion people in a game, or even more. Although, of course, it's not just about quantity. Much depends on the design, and the interior, and the costumes of the soldiers, officers, and even the dialogues.
  For example, you point the mouse tip at a soldier, and he talks to you. Or at a military builder, or a merchant, or an officer. Or maybe a strategy game where there are children. And you can point the option at a child and talk, which is funny.
  It should be noted that this is a great strategy and powerful computer technology. Although even in early games, for example, in "Cleopatra" the units talked...
  Oleg asked Alina:
  - What do you think about computer games?
  The girl answered confidently:
  - A wonderful combination of business and pleasure!
  The boy genius nodded:
  - You couldn't have said it better!
  But fortune smiled on the children, NATO troops were ahead. Indeed, they are afraid to keep them close to the Russian border, they will be exposed. But here they really went and deployed. Leopard tanks, Challengers, Abrams, the latest Israeli Davids bought by the US, such impressive power. The latest vehicles are special, they also have fourth-generation armor, and the crew is located prone, and instead of a turret there is a retractable barrel. Such a powerful machine. Against which even the T-90 will not stand. So the Israelis made a special cannon that accelerates the projectile by electromagnetic induction. And it penetrates all tanks from ten kilometers away, even the Armada, so here, of course, Jewish genius is demonstrated.
  However, children are not just geniuses, they are supergeniuses. And they can really do a lot. Even things that seem impossible.
  And so, to begin with, midge-sized drones fly into the attack. They accelerate sharply and ram Leopards, Ambrams, and Challengers. A cumulative charge of antimatter with the power of twenty kilograms of TNT is enough to penetrate regular tanks even with third-generation armor. And they explode and fall apart even from a few midges.
  But here is the David tank, a miracle that looks like a raft with sharp triangles at the end and a retractable barrel.
  They fire projectiles at colossal speeds, capable of piercing even the laminar membrane around the disc craft, and they are guided to their target by artificial intelligence.
  However, children are not so simple, they just threw the drones in the path of the shells. And they detonated and exploded in flight. True, one of the flying discs was still hit. But fortunately, the boy and the girl managed to eject using a gravity device.
  The hit on the disc caused an explosion, like firecrackers going off.
  Two children were lightly grazed and bleeding from shrapnel, and they slapped their bare feet in the snow to avoid being targeted.
  Micro-drones fell upon the David tanks. They were planted one after another in a single point, burning through the fourth generation armor. And now the Israeli tanks, which seemed invincible, began to explode and split. And once again one of the myths collapsed...
  And the kids, it must be said, were on top of their game, controlling tiny drones with a joystick. Which they did very energetically, accurately and effectively.
  Olezhka noted:
  Our sharp fangs,
  Claws, teeth, fists...
  They're just waiting for a good fight!
  One after another, the "Davids" crumbled and exploded. And they blazed with orange flames. Now that was really cool. Such ultra-modern tanks and they were so skillfully destroyed by a children's army.
  The child prodigy Arkasha noted through the monitor:
  - This is of course great, but a bit cruel!
  Oleg said with a sigh:
  The petal of a flower is fragile,
  If it was torn off a long time ago...
  Even though the world around us is cruel,
  I want to do good!
  Arkasha noted:
  - Do you remember how we developed the Unterchronoblaster?
  Alina nodded:
  - Yes, and we're almost done!
  Arkashka chuckled and replied:
  - And I was able to finish it! And now I can turn adults into children.
  Oleg nodded in agreement:
  - That's great, of course! Only children must be obedient.
  Arkashka confirmed:
  - They will retain their adult memory and personality, but they will become very obedient and kind.
  Alina nodded with a smile:
  - It's like in the movie - a trap for cats! There was also a robot dog that turned aggressive cats into kind and obedient ones.
  Arkashka confirmed:
  - Exactly! This is how we will re-educate scoundrels.
  Oleg stated:
  - Well, let's try testing the non-commissioned chronoblaster on the infantry.
  Arkashka replied:
  - We need to make a special gun, master...
  Oleg looked around. More than two hundred NATO tanks had been destroyed. They had done a great job, one might say. But there was still an APC with infantry behind them. And so many people had to be burned and destroyed. And only because the soldiers were forced to follow orders.
  The boy genius stated decisively:
  - We will do it!
  After that, the flying discs on which the children were flying stopped and froze. Then the exchange of parts began. The young inventors began to assemble a killer non-commissioned chronoblaster of colossal power. And this happened with colossal passion and scope. Although it did not look so impressive.
  Margarita, Alisa, Natasha, Pashka, Sashka and Seryozhka joined in the development. The genius children energetically set to work, the welding sparkled, and a small in size, but quite impressive gun was formed.
  Oleg remembered that during the Second World War, the Nazis were very fond of guns with long barrels. And it looked extremely menacing. But the emitter of the non-ter-chronoplasm does not need a long barrel. It will work just fine. And therefore this type of weapon looks quite harmless. And its task is not to punish, but to re-educate! Well, that's the best thing to do!
  Oleg took it and sang:
  Those who think so are wrong.
  That childhood cannot be returned,
  After all, miracles do happen,
  The sun's ray is shining!
  Alina confirmed with a sweet smile:
  - Believe me, we can do this too! Let us all become young again!
  Sashka chirped:
  - And thus we will come to a common denominator.
  Arkasha added:
  - By the method of both deduction and induction.
  The children burst into laughter. And they turned their flying discs. In front were infantry fighting vehicles, as well as US Army armored personnel carriers. There was a whole division of them - about fifteen thousand soldiers, mostly black.
  And they were stretched out in a sort of crescent shape.
  Oleg smiled and stroked the breech of the non-commissioned chronoblaster and sang:
  We remain children forever,
  Submit to the guys of the year!
  Alina noted:
  - Making children out of adults is great! Remember, we watched a movie where, on the contrary, they made adults out of children, which is just awful!
  Oleg stamped his foot on the flooring and sang:
  Oh childhood, childhood, where are you rushing to?
  Oh childhood, childhood, where are you flying to...
  I haven't played enough with you yet,
  A boy in shorts and completely barefoot!
  After which, the young genius took and aimed the non-commissioned chronoblaster at the nearest cluster of American soldiers. And pressed the button with his index finger. A soft buzzing sound was heard, and a chronowave rushed with great creative force. And it looked like an emerald stream of light that fell upon the ranks of American soldiers...
  Alina whistled:
  - This is spectacular!
  Oleg answered with a very satisfied look:
  - And it"s also effective!
  And indeed, numerous men, both white and black and yellow, began to turn right before your eyes into cute little boys. Children appeared who looked to be seven or eight years old, wearing shorts and barefoot. They were black, white, yellow, so smiling and seemingly friendly. Imagine first-graders laughing and piling up their weapons.
  Arkasha noted:
  - Look, they are even smaller than us! That's great!
  The boy Sashka sang:
  - Why, I'm a first-grader in my mind!
  The girl Masha picked up:
  - Well, why not? You can"t trust anyone!
  Oleg noted:
  - This is much more humane than tearing people apart or burning them alive. Soldiers are people too, and they have children who cry when their fathers die. And now they are just peaceful and sweet boys who will learn goodness.
  Arkasha noted:
  - They have retained their adult memory. So we shouldn't idealize them!
  Alina nodded vigorously:
  - Yes, nothing is perfect. I wonder if there will be enough cakes and candies for them?
  Oleg sang in response:
  The feeling is ideal and holy,
  The feeling I have for you...
  This feeling is so heavenly,
  It's hot inside me!
  
  I can't deal with this feeling,
  I can't conquer him...
  This feeling is hellish,
  Which is quite capable of killing!
  Alina laughed and answered with a sweet smile:
  - That's great! But in general, when you kill someone, you understand that this is a living person and a whole world. And when there is a war with a computer, and there are not living people dying, but only the transformation of bits of information!
  The beam, or rather the searchlight, continued to pass over the US troops. The rare women turned into little girls and squealed in fear. And a lot of boys laughed and pointed at each other. Although they retained their former memories and personalities, their children's bodies were overflowing with energy. And so they made a terrible noise. And clapped their hands. Some of them, who had been commanders in their adult past, tried to restore order. But no one listened to them...
  Oleg chuckled and noted:
  - These are real foals!
  Alenka stated:
  - And they may not be so obedient after all.
  Oleg sang:
  For rude, disobedient children,
  The only place is in a stuffy closet!
  Arkasha added laughing:
  The result was -
  The disobedient ones straight to hell!
  And how they will take and laugh. And the boy and the girl hit each other with the bare soles of their children's feet.
  After that, they continued to fly over the American positions. The motorized infantry division was stretched out, and the young geniuses flew over its formations. And at the same time they carried out magical transformations. How cool it is to become a child again. Probably many people dream about this.
  And now they were adults, but they became children. One of the Americans was a gray-haired major with a bald spot just a few seconds ago, and now he started dancing, becoming a fair-haired boy of about eight. True, the children were without shoes and in shorts, and they were a bit cold. After all, winter is not over yet. It is the very end of February, and Ukraine is not Africa after all. So let's say it is uncomfortable.
  This is truly a very fun war, not small, but fast and victorious.
  Oleg said with a smile:
  - If only Tsarist Russia had dealt with Japan so successfully. We would have had a great life.
  Alina objected:
  - Perhaps not so cool. The charm of external greatness made any reforms in the country unnecessary. And this led to the political conservation of the absolute monarchy!
  Arkasha noted:
  - Do we need parliament?
  Alice, another mutant girl, exclaimed:
  - Not a place for thought and reflection, but a place for squabbles and madness!
  Oleg objected:
  - Well, don't do that! It was the State Duma deputies, for example, who first proposed maternity capital, and it simply never occurred to government officials!
  Alina laughed and replied:
  - Really? And where are we going to put these kids?
  Indeed, fifteen thousand American soldiers have turned into boys who belong at best in the second grade, and they need to be fussed over.
  Children, as they say, require control. Although some of them, especially the genius ones, control everything themselves. And show what they are capable of.
  And here come the cargo helicopters flying after them. And the pilots see a mass of children in shorts. Boys, like in a camp during the civil war, barefoot and in light T-shirts and shorts. And they start throwing chocolates and cakes to them. They rain down from above and fall on the children's heads, and they catch them with their little children's palms.
  The young warriors are bustling about. Their bare feet are getting colder and colder, and they have started wrapping themselves in tarpaulins, some have climbed into their armored vehicles, where it is warmer.
  Oleg noted:
  - And they only have children's clothes, summer ones, and it's February, and we can just freeze the kids!
  Alina noted with a sweet smile:
  - We don"t know how to bring summer in February yet.
  Arkasha noted:
  - It is possible to light the sun from antimatter, or even better, a thermoquark reaction, but it takes time. And now...
  Masha dialed the code and said:
  - Send children's clothes urgently!
  There they asked in surprise:
  - And what is this for?
  Oleg, who enjoyed great authority, announced:
  - In a children's concentration camp there are fifteen thousand barefoot and almost naked boys of seven and eight years old in shorts!
  A howl was heard:
  - Damned Banderites! This is what they do! Of course, we will send you in large quantities!
  And the sirens started to sound, and planes and helicopters started flying.
  . CHAPTER #13.
  Stalin-Putin, having woken up and got to work, received new news from the confrontation line. Everything was going according to plan. Here on the big computer screen they showed how the girls were entering Zhitomir.
  They were, as usual and pleasantly in the units of the girls' special forces, on parade barefoot and in only a bikini, and on their shoulders were cool and menacing machine guns that would grind everyone into dust, and attached to them were grenade launchers.
  Stalin-Putin pouted, that's what's going on. And you can see how the girls' bare feet fall on the asphalt, stamping their steps with their elastic feet and gracefully curved heels. And the girls' legs are so tanned and muscular, and it's hard for a hungry man to tear his eyes away from them.
  Zhitomir surrendered without a fight. The girls hanged the local mayor, upside down, not by the throat. And then they started throwing shards of glass at him with their bare toes. That's how cool it looked. And the blood flowed from the hanging mayor like a stream.
  Elena giggled and noted:
  - He deserves it, the Banderite!
  After which the girls burst out laughing. And their voices were ringing and trilling.
  In Zhitomir, the people rejoiced. There were many flags, Russian, and red Soviet, and flags of Soviet Ukraine, and St. Andrew's, and St. George's ribbons. And portraits of Putin, Stalin, and Lenin appeared on the squares.
  Several Banderites were stripped, smeared with tar and rolled in feathers. After which they were taken and hanged by the throat, so that a lesson would be taught to everyone.
  It's funny and amusing.
  And other cities fell one after another. Russian troops were met with flowers and jubilation. And it was great. And a lot of children ran out to meet them and received chewing gum and chocolates.
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  - I'm a chocolate bunny,
  I'm a gentle bastard...
  I'm one hundred percent sweet,
  I write like a chisel!
  And he just laughs. Really, what a grin.
  There have been many arrests. Chubais, Yavlinsky, Navalny, Gorbachev, Ksenia Sobchak, and Naina Yeltsin were arrested.
  In addition, Stalin-Putin ordered the arrest of Tatyana Dyachenko, Yeltsin"s eldest daughter, and Yumashev, and all the children and grandchildren of the former Russian president.
  And it was done. Arrests were in full swing. If Yeltsin managed to avoid the noose, then his relatives should be hanged. Moreover, even minors were arrested on the orders of Putin-Stalin. As they say, a return to 1937.
  A big broom has come. And this is against the backdrop of victories. There is even some injustice - evil is too often more successful than good. For example, Chkalov's flight coincided with the execution of Tukhachevsky and his team. And bloody Stalin, repressing entire nations, had achievements that even the tsars could not dream of.
  So believe after this that the peace-loving pacifist Christ is the Almighty God. Somehow you believe more that the real God is the tough Jehovah of the Old Testament who respects and recognizes power.
  Criminal liability has been in force since the age of ten. So what, if it is possible in democratic Britain, then why is it not possible in authoritarian Russia?
  Moreover, criminal liability is already real and exists from the age of ten. They send them to special schools. But here is the injustice, that in the same special school unit, for the same term, boys are sitting for murder, and for drugs, and for just skipping school.
  And it will be fairer this way, they will give serious sentences to juvenile bandits for serious crimes, and they will make them work in camps. And that is right. And not like now. Moreover, many children seriously think that nothing will happen to them until they are fourteen. And that is why they do God knows what. And many do not know about special schools. Although you can end up in them for petty theft, or for giving a black eye to a peer. And for a trifle you will be punished no less, and sometimes more, than for something serious.
  Stalin-Putin took it and changed it. First by decree, and then the State Duma legalized it in a hurry. And now there will be much more order.
  Stalin-Putin, as they say, went berserk. And it was cool.
  Of course, you also need to know how to hang. Mao Zedong was also tough and shot and imprisoned a lot, but he did not have the same achievements as Stalin. And China remained poor and technologically backward under Mao.
  But Stalin managed to raise the USSR to great heights. Making it the world's leading power. And not only with executions and gallows, although that worked too. With the help of carrots and sticks, Stalin strengthened his dictatorship.
  There were treats when money was handed out in envelopes, or additional privileges were introduced for party members and the military.
  Then, shoulder straps appeared in the army, and new orders. In particular, why did they introduce the Order of Victory? There were too many heroes of the USSR during the war and they needed to be singled out. First of all, great military leaders. Well, and Stalin, too.
  By the way, Hitler, to his credit, never hung any awards on himself, and remained a corporal. But Stalin became a generalissimo. And he hung two Orders of Victory on himself, and a second hero's star. But that's still modest. You could have hung ten Orders of Victory on yourself, and no one would have uttered a peep. Now Brezhnev hung five hero's stars on himself, and no one uttered a peep.
  Except maybe they made up jokes. For example, there was this joke: - Why is there an earthquake in China? Because Brezhnev's uniform with all his medals fell off! Even that became funny.
  Stalin-Putin signed a decree on awards, and so the Order of Victory is on par with the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called as the highest.
  I also wanted to make the order higher. Especially since the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called was devalued by being awarded to all sorts of types.
  Yeltsin also wanted to award the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called to Solzhenitsyn. It's a pity he wasn't hanged earlier. Stalin would have impaled him or crucified him upside down.
  Stalin-Putin ordered:
  - Solzhenitsyn's body should be taken out of the grave and hung! And that's not enough.
  Stalin-Putin burst out laughing. And signed a decree on the establishment of a new highest order - "Motherland". This order will be in the form of the USSR anthem, and a lot of diamonds, rubies, emeralds, sapphires and topazes on it. And it will be higher than the order of "St. Andrew the First-Called", the highest award in Russia will become.
  Well, of course, you should be the first to award yourself this order. The title of Hero of the USSR was first awarded to Stalin. However, the star of Hero of the USSR had to be awarded to Tukhachevsky as well. And the first Order of the Red Banner was awarded to Trotsky. But this was not discussed under Stalin.
  Why did he shoot Tukhachevsky? It was necessary to cut off the head of the military caste in order to gain absolute power.
  But then his subordinates went a bit overboard, killing almost the entire command staff. They wanted to shoot both Budyonny and Shaposhnikov, but Stalin protected them. Shaposhnikov became the only colonel in the tsarist army who was not shot under Stalin.
  Well, for now Stalin-Putin ordered professionals to finalize the details of the order.
  In the meantime, new orders. In particular, to restore all previously destroyed monuments to Stalin. This is a good idea. And to erect a special monument to the Leader of all times and peoples. About three hundred meters high and gild it!
  Stalin-Putin is very modest...
  Next, you need to make some kind of superweapon. For example, something to capture both the US and China. He was just informed that a division of American soldiers had turned into children. And he turned on the monitor via the joystick.
  I started to watch this action. Wow... It was just a miracle. A flying saucer-like disc was flying. A wide bluish-greenish searchlight flew out of it. And numerous soldiers of different nations and skin colors were getting smaller. Their camouflage was disappearing. And instead of adult soldiers, small but cute boys appeared. Oddly enough, they were all wearing shorts. And of course, barefoot, and so cute, and at the same time laughing and cheerful. And they were baring their little faces. It was touching to watch such a transformation.
  Stalin grinned. He remembered the children's colonies. There, too, the boys walked barefoot and in shorts until the frosts set in. There was a custom that young prisoners should not wear shoes until the weather was more or less favorable. Let them toughen up. Some boys caught colds in early spring and late fall. And they were treated with a good spanking.
  Stalin-Putin is a hero, of course. That's how great everything is happening here. The genius children, of course, feel sorry for people. Especially since the soldiers are just following orders! And now it's time for them to go to school. Right to the junior grades. Almost all the boys here, only a few girls, and they are also happy.
  And why not rejoice - women don't like wrinkles and the aging process. They want to be forever young, and forever barefoot.
  The kids are cool, they are obviously geniuses...
  Stalin-Putit suddenly felt a chill in his stomach. What if they turn him into a boy too. And they themselves will rule Russia and the world? After all, this will not be very good for Joseph-Vladimir either. You were the ruler of a significant part of the world, and then you will become a boy in shorts, and on the spring frost you will leave small, bare footprints. And as they say, a children's labor camp.
  It's good to be kids, of course, when you watch cartoons on the big screen, or when you play on a game console. But if you have to work with a shovel, which is not so scary when you're in the field.
  What if it's in a mine? There's so much stench there because young prisoners relieve themselves right in the cracks. And the work is so hard, it's just mind-numbing.
  Stalin-Putin gave the order:
  - Double the number of presidential security personnel. And form an elite.
  Here the thought came to mind, what to do with Kadyrov's men? They are also participating in the war, and after the first major successes they began to think too much of themselves. Kadyrov has already hinted that he wants to receive a gold hero's star. And a new title with magnificent epaulettes.
  And you can't arrest him that easily. He can raise his clan and Chechnya to war. It would be easier to remove Ramzan Kadyrov with his own hands, or the Chechen separatists, or the ISIS members. Just help them do it. At one time, they blew up his father Akhmat on the orders of Shamil Basayev. So what? The pro-Russian forces did not run away, and the struggle for power between the clans did not break out.
  They installed Aslambekov, and after that there were major successes - the liquidation of both Maskhadov and Basayev. Moreover, the latter died by accident. And they were really lucky with that. So when Ramzan became the head of Chechnya, the separatists quieted down. And the situation began to stabilize. Although individual terrorist attacks continued to occur.
  Now Ramzan Kadyrov has become too influential and independent, and you start to think whether it"s worth getting rid of him.
  Just as Stalin had once removed both Yagoda and Yezhov, and planned to deal with Beria as well. Although he had not yet made a final decision on the latter. Like many dictators, he believed that he would live a long time and would eventually have time to appoint a successor. But suddenly he suffered a stroke.
  No, no one poisoned Stalin, it was just an unhealthy lifestyle and great psychological and physical stress, including working at night, that took its toll.
  However, for example, Stalin"s enemy Borz Tito lived almost eighty-eight years (surprisingly long for Stalin"s enemy, and for the head of state too!), but he never appointed a worthy successor.
  Stalin-Putin continued to scribble decrees. In particular, he decided to clean up his entourage. He ordered the arrest of Finance Minister Siluanov. And why not? After all, he is also one of the unloved liberals.
  Then I decided not to touch Mishustin for now, he seems to be working well. True, the latter's name is Mikhail, and in the event of Putin's death he becomes acting president of Russia. And there was already Mikhail Gorbachev. The last Russian tsar from the Romanov dynasty was also Mikhail, whom Nicholas II declared his successor. And the first tsar from the Romanov dynasty, Mikhail, was not very bright.
  There is another ominous coincidence. Mikhail Gorbachev was born on March 2, and Mikhail Mishustin on March 3, the politician who immediately followed him in destroying the USSR. This also raised suspicions. Are such coincidences accidental? And will Mikhail the second become the new Gorbachev?
  Stalin was a bit superstitious. In particular, he really wanted to transfer power to Nikolai Voznesensky when he was physically weakened. But then he was confused by the name Nikolai. In fact, both Russian Tsars Nikolai were losers. And why did Lukashenko name his son Kolya? The very one he loved? The one he is drawn to as his successor? After all, Nikolai Alexandrovich was especially unlucky. Moreover, Tsar Alexander III was also a loser, having lived forty-nine years in heroic health. So in this way, you can curse yourself.
  Stalin-Putin gave the order to arrest both Siluanov and Kudrin. He has not yet decided whether to shoot them or just put them in jail. We'll see...
  His plans were grandiose. And now there will be five-year plans in Russia - everything will go according to plan. And of course, with overfulfillment, better than the Stakhanovites.
  Yes, there was such a movement in the USSR, and it greatly helped with industrialization. Although, as someone in a joke noted, if the standards are exceeded tenfold, then the one who set these standards should be shot.
  Yes, and in this case there was something and they shot. And now Stalin-Putin decided that he will hang more.
  Soon they will hang Gorbachev before he dies. And everyone will see that Russia has a new government, which has as much conscience and pity as a bulldozer.
  Stalin-Putin watched something else... New planes are being used. They are similar in shape to the Stealth, but with their own special features. Here you can see how they take off and smoothly take off. They are not only invisible to radar, they are very difficult to even see with the naked eye.
  Stalin-Putin grinned... Of course, they will show their aerobatics. Although, let's say, there is no one to fight with...
  Here, literally everyone surrenders without a fight. Only American and NATO units on Ukrainian territory try to resist. But they are quickly cleared out.
  But the leader-president turned on the video. They award orders to mothers, a bronze image of the Virgin Mary for four to seven, a silver one, and a gold one for those with eight or more children. But Stalin-the-Leader winced, when there are many children, it ages women. Wouldn't it be better to learn how to grow embryos in cyber-wombs? Theoretically, it is possible. At the same time, the children will be ideal and without defects.
  Here is a question about the soul. Under Stalin, scientists tried to find out whether people and animals have souls. Of course, there is something. Including the secret of thought processes. And they discovered, in particular, bioplasm or aura. This aura really does exist. This means that the ethereal human body exists. But is this the soul that religion teaches about? And does it realize itself outside the body? But under Stalin, this was not found out.
  But the leader was convinced by his own experience that the soul exists and is aware of itself, and can understand and see everything without the flesh. And he really saw everything with his spiritual body, like an angel.
  Stalin-Putin recalled how he once fought in the civil war.
  Then a lot depended on psychology and who won the plot. When the Whites attacked, the Reds deserted, or vice versa, the Reds attacked, and the Whites or Greens ran away. But during the Great Patriotic War, the Nazis won the plot and drove the Red Army, but then managed to lose.
  Towards the end of the war, the Nazis had the HE-162, a people's fighter. It was easy to produce, weighed only one and a half tons, and was made almost entirely of wood. Many feared that the Germans would be able to seize the initiative in the air thanks to this jet aircraft.
  In fact, this machine had no equal in terms of flight characteristics, and maneuverability and speed were almost sonic; the Germans planned to produce these machines at a rate of five thousand units per month.
  Well, it's hard to believe now that so many planes and tanks were produced during World War II. The US produced about three hundred thousand planes in four years. And some of them, for example, the B-29 bomber, could carry ten tons of bombs and were protected by as many as twelve machine guns. Even by modern standards, these are cool machines.
  Well, the XE-162 turned out to be too difficult to control and required highly qualified pilots. Therefore, even after the war, they did not copy it in the USSR. Despite all its advantages.
  Stalin-Putin ordered to make several thousand airplanes from plastic to frighten the enemy. And it will be great.
  There is already panic in Poland, they are expecting Russian troops to appear any minute. Why not stick their nose in there? After all, Poland was once part of the Russian Empire. And if it weren't for the February Revolution, the border of Tsarist Russia, not Poland, would have passed along the Oder.
  Stalin-Putin frowned. In vain he offended the Belarusians by giving away their ancestral lands to the Poles in 1945. So much evil was done to Belarus - it was simply awful. And how did Stalin thank them for this? Oh, how vile it was.
  Stalin-Putin ordered:
  - Award the title of Marshal of the Russian Federation to the President of the Republic of Belarus Lukashenko. And let him quickly bring his troops into battle if he wants to get something!
  After which the former leader of the USSR burst out laughing. And it was quite funny on his part.
  What is the Belarusian army, really? Like a wisp of smoke in the night. And Lukashenko thinks too much of himself. He reminds me of Tito. He also considered himself equal to Stalin, and then broke away. And then he decided to build socialism differently from Stalin. Only Hitler tried to build socialism differently than Stalin, and what came of it?
  Although there were some major successes at first...
  Stalin-Putin issued decrees again. On the creation of special paramilitary centers in kindergartens and schools, and as they say - preparing for war. And then it all started. And the state machine started spinning. From the age of three, boys and girls will be taught to dig trenches and throw grenades.
  Of course, Stalin-Putin is raising Russia. And he is doing it with great force and expression. Although it is not without executions.
  And here is truly Stalin's, hellish spirit. And who is Satan? The smartest person in the universe. Even the churchmen themselves admit that Lucifer wins against the Almighty God in the battle for human souls. And this says a lot. Including about the Devil's intelligence!
  And Stalin is almost like God, and at the same time practically Satan. And both Banderovites and fascists run away before him, and his methods are the most cruel and bloody.
  Here Stalin-Putin looked at the arrest of Ksenia Sobchak. The young woman was taken to the search room. There, three powerful guards ordered her to undress. Then, putting thin rubber gloves on their impressive paws, they began to paw Ksenia's body. Of course, they examined her nostrils and mouth, and felt every strand of hair. Well, and then, of course, they shone a torch through her ears. So Ksenia stood there in Eva's costume. And how humiliating and ashamed she felt. Her face turned red, and you could see a tear spilling down her pink cheek. She even washed off her makeup. Yes, this is quite a sight, the socialite was so sophisticatedly humiliated that she was ready to disappear into thin air.
  And how the powerful aunt roughly squeezed her breasts, exclaiming with her gloved paws:
  - Oh, what boobs!
  It was obvious that Ksenia was both ashamed and in pain. She pressed her index finger on her belly button, which was also physically unpleasant. Then they made her squat. Ksenia squatted ten times and started sweating... How her skin, tanned in solariums, shines.
  Next, they forced her to lift first one and then the other bare foot, feeling her feet and between her toes.
  Stalin-Putin smiled and noted:
  - Ksyusha got caught. Now you're in jail.
  Ksenia was taken to the next room, where they photographed her naked, her face in profile, full face, half sideways and from behind. And her entire body, also from different sides. Then two girls in white coats began to copy all of Ksyusha's features into a notebook. One of them even held a magnifying glass to the young woman's body. How humiliating it was for a prisoner from a good family.
  You can see how ashamed she is. And then, of course, they started taking fingerprints. And not only from her hands, but also from her bare, female feet.
  And also from the lips. Not to mention that the imprint of the teeth on the plasticine, also began to make casts.
  Well, then Ksenia was checked on the gynecological chair. They combined both a search and a medical examination. And with the help of a machine they shaved Ksyusha's crotch bald. Which was very cool and extremely humiliating. Especially since the shaver was a young man in a white coat and medical gloves.
  Well, after which they finally sent the young woman into the shower. And this is the last beautiful act. And then changing into a uniform with a number and into a cell. And there are a dozen young women: prostitutes, drug addicts, and murderers.
  Stalin-Putin was very pleased that he was able to humiliate the socialite so much. After which the leader decided to eat a little.
  They brought him pork and lamb shashlik with sauce. and tomato and mango. Then there was good wine with pieces of ice floating with spices. Then a plate of dumplings with sour cream and figs.
  Stalin-Putin ate very leisurely, even somewhat sluggishly. At the same time, he did not forget to watch a movie on the computer monitor.
  Indeed, the children's special forces continued to steer and pedal. Here are the young geniuses, when the French "Mirages" appeared again this time, they took and used a rather interesting weapon. A bubble like one inflated with chewing gum flew out of the cannon. It floated, expanding in the air and swelling. The surface shone with all the colors of the rainbow and shimmered, which looked very beautiful. And at the same time, the speed suddenly increased. And the bubble swallowed the "Mirages" with a wild jump.
  Stalin-Putin whistled and snapped his fingers:
  - These kids are amazing!
  It really did work out great. A dozen beautiful, modernized French fighters inside the bubble turned into large cream cakes, and colorful ones at that. And the pilots turned into little boys of first-grader age, who jumped out flashing tiny baby feet made of sweet confectionery after they landed.
  Just imagine how it looks when the cake falls. And it's the size of a fighter jet. And everything is covered in a layer of cream, and it gives off an aroma as it lands smoothly.
  Stalin-Putin exclaimed:
  - Wow! Just super!
  Indeed, the child geniuses worked miracles. It was like a fairy tale. Such transformations... and how can this be explained? How can you turn the metal of a fighter jet into cream, biscuit, pastry layers? After all, it really is even super-miraculous. Well, and turning adults into little boys. Although the latter is theoretically easier to explain. You rewind time. Rather, a more mysterious secret, how the Mirage fighter jet turns into a cream cake of comparable size. Although, for example, theoretically, this is possible.
  Stalin-Putin in his previous life read from Belyaev that any matter can be transformed. You just need to change the number of electrons in the cloud, and its valence and the number of nuclei in protons and neutrons. And then you can really turn stones into bread. Such is technomagic. And making gold from lead is quite within the power of modern technology, only this gold will cost too much - it is easier to extract natural gold in a mine.
  But if it is possible to transform lead into gold, then it is possible to make hydrocarbons from duralumin. And the cake is a combination of very complex, organic hydrocarbons, and much more. And this explains everything.
  Stalin-Putin rubbed his hands carnivorously and exclaimed:
  - Here it is, the cock-a-doodle-doo!
  And he laughed at his own joke. It was so funny...
  In his past life, Stalin knew many inventors. Especially before the Great Patriotic War, various fantastic weapons were developed. And force fields capable of deflecting shells, bombs and bullets using the principle of electromagnetic induction. And radiation that knocks out ignition in engines. And lightning strikes, and even attempts to create spherical clots of energy. What they didn"t create. Of course, they tried to make laser weapons.
  Even before the Russo-Japanese War, lasers were being developed, and the size of a Mosin rifle. But it was unrealistic. Even now, laser installations are bulky. And only in recent years have more or less effective beam guns appeared. For example, the girls used them against the Challengers and Ambrams.
  They showed their outstanding characteristics. It turns out that it is really possible to do this, and burn through thick multilayer armor.
  Stalin-Putin also sent this to the credit. Then, continuing to eat, he ordered the construction of several more military factories in the USSR. In particular, the production of drones and high-speed tankettes capable of swimming. At one time, Stalin was especially fond of floating tanks before the war. Although they are too light, and therefore poorly protected even from large-caliber machine guns and anti-tank rifles.
  During the war, priorities shifted somewhat. And the T-34 became a legendary tank, and even the IS-2 could not shake its authority.
  Stalin certainly wanted tanks named after him. But before and at the beginning of the war there were KVs - Klim Voroshilov. A figure, it must be said, inflated, both in the civil war and in the Great Patriotic War. But Stalin found him just that way convenient - because he was safe. During the war, the leader himself became the Minister of Defense and did not give this post to anyone. Although he actually handed over power to Vasilevsky. The latter was a great strategist who managed to take Koenigsberg in four days and smash Japan to smithereens.
  Stalin-Putin finished eating. And drank a glass of good Georgian wine. He felt overloaded, his eyes closed and he began to snore. And he dreamed about it.
  . CHAPTER #14.
  Bright stars float around Stalin-Putin. She is at the helm of a spacecraft, which she controls with a joystick. Again, he is a boy of about eleven in a dream. And to his right is a girl with orange hair and a girl his age.
  Well, yes, this is of course the well-known Alisa Selezneva. She, together with the boy Joseph Stalin, cuts through the vastness of space.
  It seems that there are whole garlands of precious stones all around: rubies, sapphires, topazes, emeralds, diamonds, agates hanging from different sides.
  Alice asked with a sweet smile:
  - How beautiful is it?
  The boy Joseph answered:
  - Yes, it's wonderful. I've never seen such a starry sky!
  The girl astronaut said:
  - We are in a different part of the galaxy from the one where planet Earth is located.
  The boy chief exclaimed:
  - That's great! Why do I feel the weight of my body?
  Alice chuckled:
  - Artificial gravity. Didn't you know that boats like "Rook" use antigraviplasm, which allows both to dampen inertia and create comfortable conditions for the crew.
  Joseph Stalin exclaimed:
  - This is great!
  The astronaut girl corrected:
  - We say hyperpulsar or hyperquasar!
  The boy chief laughed. He was wearing a shiny silver suit with a red heart on his chest and stamped his boot on the armor floor of the spaceship.
  And he exclaimed:
  - Hyperquasaric!
  The hologram flashed. The face of a very beautiful girl with red-yellow-green hair appeared. A diamond hairpin stuck out of it. The girl chirped:
  - Well, kids, have you found the transtemporal tuning fork that Professor Goulidge dropped?
  Alice giggled and replied:
  - How can we find it without a radio beacon? There's too much space in space!
  The girl replied:
  - Enter the characteristics of the transtemporal tuning fork into the photon computer and try to calculate its location.
  The boy Joseph asked a question:
  - What kind of device is a transtemporal tuning fork?
  The beauty with the three-colored hairstyle replied:
  - This is a tool that can open portals in time, and in the wrong hands it can be very dangerous!
  The boy chief snorted contemptuously:
  - What's not dangerous!
  Alice squealed and tugged Joseph by the sleeve:
  - Look!
  Indeed, a soccer ball of rather impressive dimensions was rushing through space. Several creatures with lizard heads and tails, but human-like figures, were running after it. They were striking the sword with their sneaker-clad feet and making a terrible noise.
  Joseph noted with a chuckle:
  - Football in space!
  Alice squeaked:
  - It's like the effect of a tuning fork.
  On the other side, boys in shorts and bright T-shirts suddenly jumped out. They began to kick another ball that appeared in the air with their bare feet. And both teams of boys looked like people, only for some reason, despite the smart T-shirts and shorts, barefoot, and lizards in sneakers and spotted overalls. Several multi-colored balls also appeared, bouncing and shimmering.
  The bare feet of boys who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old were beating on swords, and there were red marks on their shins from the blows. The lizards responded, acting with childish enthusiasm. Now that was a real showdown.
  Alice whistled:
  - This is space football, but it will be cooler!
  After the blows, the balls suddenly began to turn into fluffy donuts with cream and a layer of powdered sugar. The boys laughed, baring their cute little faces. Girls in short skirts jumped out, they also laughed and tossed the appearing balls with their bare, girlish feet.
  And right before our eyes they turned into very appetizing marshmallows in chocolate or vanilla donuts. And the confectionery was spinning in the air. The space children snapped their bare toes, and forks appeared in their hands, and they began to grab the goodies.
  The boy chief blurted out:
  - Sweets are harmful!
  And at that moment, suddenly, like a demon from the darkness, a cuttlefish in glasses jumps out of the vacuum of space. And in her hands are magic wands, which she takes and waves. And green lightning bolts fly out of the artifacts. And donuts and other tasty treats begin to explode, splashing the children with nasty red-brown slime.
  The cuttlefish checked:
  - Eating sweets is harmful!
  Alice squealed with delight:
  - What a teacher!
  The children, however, did not approve of this and began to whistle. In their hands appeared fragments of glass, which suddenly appeared in a vacuum. And between the toes of their bare, children's feet were razor blades. And they began to throw it at the cuttlefish. Its tentacles with magic wands began to move, it was caught launching multi-colored bubbles.
  The razor blades literally ripped them apart. And at the same time, candies, chocolates, lollipops, and dragees poured out with a roar.
  The cuttlefish was clearly confused and started spinning. Alice, this astronaut girl, who is certainly an inventor, pressed the joystick button. And as a result, a tiny pea flew out of the gun barrel. It flew like a comet, leaving a glowing tail. And crashed into the cuttlefish.
  And the creature shook itself and with a swing it transformed into a beautiful girl with a fish tail and golden fins. And she turned over and sang:
  My dear children,
  We see the distances of communism...
  Turned into plus zeros,
  And I was disenchanted!
  Stalin-Putin squeaked:
  - Wonderful! How wonderfully this turned out for us!
  Alice chirped:
  Technology and magic are two pillars,
  On which the empire rests...
  Even Satan cannot defeat us,
  To hell with superstitions!
  But the mermaid into which the cuttlefish had turned suddenly took and shook the fan that had suddenly appeared in her hands. And beautiful flowers began to fall from above, they sparkled like a scattering of precious stones.
  The children throw them up with their bare feet and sing:
  In space, stars are like flowers,
  Rubies and diamonds sparkle brightly...
  They are of extraordinary beauty,
  You can't cover everything with a short refusal!
  But then suddenly, like a fish out of an ice hole, a subject with a long green beard, a staff and a huge bag flew out. He looked like Father Frost, but it was hard to imagine a more disgusting and vile Father Frost. He hit the vacuum with his staff, and his huge bag opened. And toys poured out of it. All sorts of tanks, soldiers, animals. They were all angular, crooked, disgusting, some horses had five and six legs. And the soldiers were armed haphazardly.
  And the children, both boys and girls, began to squeal in fear. And numerous soldiers and animals began to stab the children in their bare legs with their crooked bayonets and horns. The young space inhabitants began to kick back and try to throw shards of glass and ice in response. It looked extremely funny.
  Stalin the boy grinned:
  - Evil Santa Claus? How symbolic!
  Alice objected:
  - You mean funny! This is Santa's evil brother, and he has set bad toys on children.
  Appeared on the hologram as an image of a boy of about eleven years old in a transparent helmet. He had a very high forehead and an intelligent expression on his face.
  The boy said with a grin:
  - What is Santa Claus's antipode doing?
  Alice laughed and said:
  A new year is coming,
  The evil old man shakes his staff...
  Snow Maiden is missing here,
  There is no such thing as a sad holiday!
  Then, as if in time with her words, a girl appeared. All in black, and her hair like the mane of a black horse. In her hands she held: in her right hand a magic wand, and in her left a mirror. And this girl with a beautiful but evil face squealed:
  - You are behaving badly, children! Your place is in the fiery hell!
  And she shook her magic three-color red-violet-green wand. And the tips of the magic artifact flew out multicolored ribbons, and they rushed like a snake towards the children. Both human and lizard. When they caught up with the children, they instantly became smaller and flew towards the mirror, which the Snow Maiden's antipode held in her left hand. And there they disappeared into it.
  Alice exclaimed:
  - This is serious! The poor guys will suffer terribly!
  The boy Stalin exclaimed:
  - They need to be saved!
  And he grabbed the joystick with his childish palm. Alice squeaked:
  - Be careful!
  Stalin-Putin was thrown into the vacuum with force. As if he had been catapulted. The boy-leader was afraid; to find himself in an environment without air was a quick and painful death. But strangely enough, it was easy to breathe in the vacuum. A blaster flashed in Stalin's hands and he screamed:
  You will get Santa Claus,
  Breed made of cotton wool...
  You're not old enough to cope with me,
  Hit him on the head with a shovel!
  And indeed, a shovel appeared in the vacuum and hit the antipode-Santa Claus on the top of the head. This impostor's head even flattened.
  Antipode-Snow Maiden growled:
  - You're hurting your grandfather, you little bastard!
  And she took and hit the magic wand with a pulsar. Stalin-boy barely had time to jump back. And in response he fired from the blaster. The beam grazed the void. And in the place where it hit, a palm tree suddenly appeared. The boy-leader felt some kind of gravity, but he was very dexterous. And he fired again. Then Alice added, launching a homing missile. Anti-Snow Maiden squealed in fear. And rushed to run away. Meanwhile, one of the boys with his bare toes launched a splinter and it hit the hand of the black-haired witch.
  She dropped the mirror, it flew past, turned over several times, and out of it flew a dozen boys and girls and two baby lizards. Which in a couple of seconds grew to normal size.
  The witch, however, did not lose her composure and exclaimed:
  - This is not the end! You will be up against the antipode Cheburashka!
  And she shook her magic wand. A transparent circle appeared and a creature with huge ears jumped out of it. It was the size of a good grizzly bear. And how it bared its teeth and exposed its fangs like the tusks of a mammoth.
  Stalin the boy exclaimed:
  The young warrior is not afraid of death,
  We are not afraid of death on the battlefield...
  The real children's paradise will fight,
  And even dying he will win!
  After which the young leader took and fired a blaster at the huge and frightening Cheburashka. The beam hit the monster, which only made him furious and roared even louder. And a flame flew out of the mouth of the antipode-Cheburashka. And it caught some of the children, burning the heels of boys and girls.
  Alice exclaimed:
  - This is serious! Arkasha, help!
  The boy in the transparent helmet answered through the hologram:
  - Everything will be ultra-pulsar Alice! Use the logo of turning anti-cheburashkas into bugs.
  The girl took it and squealed:
  - And how is that?
  Arkasha giggled... And Stalin the boy fired his blaster again, aiming at the ears of the menacing and at the same time comical monster. Apparently, it hit the target after all. And the beast roared again and flared up with a flame in a fiery whirlwind. And a fiery haze rushed. The children ran away, burned and confused. They looked truly traumatized and frightened. And the tongues of flame caught up with the boys and girls, predatorily licking their bare, childish heels.
  And you can see how they screamed in fear and pain...
  Alice squeaked:
  - We need to use technomagic here!
  Antipode-Snow Maiden answered with a laugh:
  - You see! You can't beat this trump card!
  Stalin the boy squealed:
  - I am a tyrant leader, my method is simple,
  I don't like to drag things out!
  But the boy was brave in vain. He was being pressed hard with fire. And the fires were blazing. They were burning the child-leader, even through the soles of his boots.
  Stalin-Putin yelled:
  - I'll really kill you bandits!
  Alice corrected:
  - You are a cultured boy, don"t talk like a punk!
  Cheburashka-antipode flared up again. But in response, Alice took and threw an orange peel. Such a small one, having passed it through a magic graduator.
  And then something orange crashed into the antipode Cheburashka. And then the big guy with big ears flared up again. And a fiery whirlwind rushed by, and fountains of flame poured out. And at that very moment the huge Cheburashka disappeared. And in his place a small ant appeared.
  Stalin-Putin groaned:
  - Wow! This looks cool!
  Alice objected:
  - No! It's hyperquasaric!
  And after that she took and showed her long and mobile tongue. And again she laughed out loud.
  And through the hologram the girl's elongated tongue crawled out. And how it released a fiery bubble, and it struck with something fiery and deadly, and at the antipode of the Snow Maiden. She screamed and turned over. Her boots with diamond spurs sparkled.
  Alice squeaked:
  - Take it!
  Stalin-Putin muttered:
  - This is some cormorant pudding!
  The phrase as a whole is meaningless, but it seemed very funny to the boy-leader.
  The antipode of Santa Claus tried to put his army of evil toys in order. But the boys and girls had already managed to arm themselves, as if by magic, with swords and sabres that appeared in their hands, and pounced on the fairy-tale army. And then the real chopping began. The children-warriors boldly attacked the toys and chopped them up with great fury.
  One of the boys jumped up to the anti-Grandfather Frost and kicked him in the chin with his bare heel. He received a crushing blow, snapped his teeth and fell on his back. And his purple beard began to flutter in the cosmic wind.
  Stalin-Putin roared:
  - Wow! Santa Claus is really something!
  Alice jokingly sang in response:
  - Give it! Give it! Give it to our communal people!
  Antipode-Snow Maiden finally stood up. And tried to answer, releasing a rather large clot of energy at the boat. But Alice deftly dodged, and flashed her pearly teeth, squealing:
  There is no pilot without the sky,
  There are no armies without regiments...
  There are no schools without breaks,
  There are no fights without bruises!
  Stalin-Putin objected:
  - There are schools without breaks, and there are armies where there are no regiments, but legions or tumens!
  Alice took and pressed the button. A rather large net flew out, into which the antipode-snow maiden fell. And she was caught in it. And then a hologram of Arkasha appeared. The boy was holding a pipe in his hands. And then he brought it to his lips and began to play. Music was heard. And the spoiled toys suddenly turned around. And with a grinding and roar they fell upon the antipode of Father Frost. They roared and waved various sticks. And how they pounced on this antihero! And they began to beat Father Frost, so that even snowflakes fell.
  And he howled, especially when the toy wolf grabbed him by the collar and pulled him. What a howl, you don't hear that from every wolf.
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  - What are you looking at, you stinking bastard...
  Alice interrupted:
  - No harsh words, boy! Children are listening to us!
  The boy chief was embarrassed:
  - Okay, Alisochka... Let's be polite!
  Arkasha tweeted:
  - With millimeter precision! Precision is the politeness of kings!
  The antipode of Santa Claus seemed to have been beaten up pretty good. And he ran away with a roar. The children were delighted. The toys really did turn against the evil monster. How cool it looked.
  And they beat him so hard that the purple Santa Claus twisted and turned like a volcanic eruption and started running away. And a fiery trail stretched behind him. Like a flying comet.
  Alice squeaked furiously, chirping:
  - I'm putting my enemies to death! My new move is a killer move!
  Stalin-Putin resolutely confirmed:
  - Yes, absolutely lethal!
  And the Snow Maiden's antipode preferred to flee. As they say, evil was defeated in the fairy tale. The children were delighted and raised their hands up in a pioneer salute in great joy.
  After which they began to sing with fury:
  Once again evil has triumphed over good,
  At least the rightists were lucky in this...
  And if it were always like this,
  Such a life would come then!
  Here, too, the real Father Frost appeared, jumping out like a mushroom after the rain. He had a snow-white beard, a red sheepskin coat with stars, and a staff strewn with diamonds. And in his left hand he held a bag of gifts.
  And after him rushed a girl of wondrous beauty with snow-white hair. And she looked like a real angel.
  And so Grandfather Frost opened his weighty sack. And from it both candies and toys fell on the children. And very beautiful, marvelous, sparkling with gold and precious stones.
  Stalin-Putin exclaimed:
  Santa Claus is of course very bright,
  And the Snow Maiden is cool with him...
  He will bring a rich gift,
  He has a knight's move in reserve!
  And the boy-chief started dancing. He was very pleased to be in a young and healthy body. How much recklessness there is in her.
  I remembered how young Koba delivered a dispatch from one village to another. And how he was already on the verge of his last strength, and he was invigorated by the music to which they dance the lezginka. And it was damn great.
  Even now he has so much passion and youthful energy. You can't even count or collect more.
  Alice also noted with a smile:
  Santa Claus is a good guy,
  And he's always on top of his game!
  Stalin-Putin grinned. Yes, how wonderful it is to be young. And the great injustice is that teenagers, being cruel and rather stupid, are at the same time beautiful and pleasant to look at, and with the years people gain knowledge and wisdom, but their beauty and smooth skin disappear.
  Stalin-Putin tried to look younger in his past life. He dyed his hair and moustache, smeared his skin with ointments. Putin also has cosmetic surgeries.
  But now Stalin is just a boy. However, a very smart and handsome boy. Father Frost scattered presents. And the Snow Maiden cast a spell. And then there appeared cheesecakes, cotton candy, and many other delicious pastry, sweet, aromatic things.
  And more and more children came running. Most of them were barefoot, but there were also some in sneakers and trainers, and a few boys even came running on skates.
  How great and cool it looked, literally the music was playing. And here, to the gallant melody, first the boys danced on skates, and then the girls appeared. All this looks extremely great and delightful.
  And then a boy and a girl appeared in cool leather suits decorated with lightning bolts, and with lush, star-studded hairdos. They held guitars in their hands and started strumming them, so that wild music was heard.
  And even these young bards began to sing:
  You are bagels and sweets,
  The children were given...
  We are cool gems,
  Wild guitars!
  We strum, we shout,
  And let's drum!
  We will find all the evil ones underground,
  We will find all the evil ones underground,
  We'll get it out of the water!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  We'll tear you to pieces!
  And they spun, jumped, and raked their skates through the seemingly solid vacuum. This really looked both wild and great. And at the same time so youthful and energetic. Just wild, hellish races.
  Alice noted:
  - These are wild guitars - menacing in appearance, but a completely harmless pair!
  Stalin-Putin asked:
  - Are these real children or are people like me just young flesh?
  The genius girl replied:
  - They are quite old already! And they can invent some things too!
  Arkasha squeaked:
  - These are not ordinary children, they just have golden hands!
  After which the boy prodigy burst out laughing. Stalin also began to have fun. Although evil was not destroyed. By the way, who is he, the leader of all times and peoples - good or evil. Or more precisely, both. Outstanding achievements on the one hand, and mountains of corpses and rivers of blood on the other. The same can be said about Peter the Great and Ivan the Terrible, and even about Catherine the Second, although the latter was not considered bloodthirsty.
  Vladimir Putin also began his rule with violence and war in the Caucasus. Somehow Russia ended up walking in streams of blood all the time. Which doesn't fit with that, and do you need it?
  Stalin-Putin remembered that in 1941 Hitler attacked the USSR. And it seems that the main reason for the Fuhrer's attack was that he was afraid that Stalin would get ahead of him. But what if this blockhead with a short moustache thought that why did he need it?
  The USSR has plenty of resources as it is, so what does it need this densely populated Europe for? And what about freethinking and corrupted by democracy? After all, even the allies in the socialist camp were unreliable and spread free thoughts. And if Stalin had captured all of Europe? How many new problems would he have had?
  Not to mention that Europe has more population and industrial potential than the USSR. And the attack of the Red Army could unite Europe, and even Britain could come to the aid of the Third Reich. Especially if Hitler had enough sense to abandon the stupid anti-Semitic laws.
  After all, isn't it idiotic to squeeze out such a talented and hardworking people as the Jews from the Third Reich? Who were scientists and inventors, composers, chess players, people of art. Only in artists were the Jews somewhat poor, but this is more likely due to the Jewish tradition - not to make any image for themselves. Well, how can you, dreaming of world domination, wash out such a valuable and gifted people.
  In particular, if the E-series tanks and jet aircraft had appeared earlier, the USSR would have had serious problems. Especially jet bombers, which could have bombed even the Kremlin with almost impunity.
  A boy in a leather jacket, on skates and with an electric guitar jumped up to Stalin-Putin and chirped:
  - What is the boy thinking about?
  The boy chief answered half-jokingly, half-seriously:
  - About high matters!
  The young singer giggled, twisted and sang:
  Don't rely on heaven,
  And people can do miracles!
  Stalin-Putin confirmed:
  You know perfectly well yourself,
  The world is full of wonders...
  Only these miracles,
  People can do it themselves!
  The young bard yelped, and skates appeared on Stalin-Putin's feet. And now both boys took and spun in space. Which came to life and became truly alive. This really looked so great and one could say hyperpulsar.
  Stalin-Putin even felt a little sad. He realized that it was just a dream. And he would soon wake up in a not-so-young body, and it wouldn't be so great. Especially since the head of state has a huge responsibility.
  As in that poem:
  I took a sandwich in my hand,
  Just a thought, and as a people,
  He thinks that the king is ugly,
  And the wine doesn't go down my throat!
  Eh, it's better not to think about it... And how many children are around him, so sweet and wonderful. It's probably good when childhood is forever. Although perhaps not everyone wants something like that. Especially young people. And what if you're twenty, then you don't even think about school - thank God you've suffered. And you have no desire to study. But you always want power. And in childhood over your peers and, of course, adults, and at any other age. After all, a boy dreams of a magic wand for the sake of power.
  The young bard exclaimed:
  - Again you are thinking on the go, but don"t think!
  Stalin-Putin sang:
  Hordes of flowers bloom before us,
  Everything is burning behind us...
  There is no need to think with us,
  Who will decide everything for us!
  . CHAPTER #15.
  Natasha and Margarita entered Chernigov. The big city itself opened its gates. The residents unfurled tricolor flags. And also red, blue, green, and even Belarusian. The girls even threw off almost all their clothes and began to march barefoot and in bikinis. And their tanned and muscular bodies were simply very delightful, and seduced men. And not only them, of course, even the horses and cows popped their eyes. This was really great and cool. And one could say outstanding class. And the girls stomped barefoot, and left such graceful and beautiful footprints.
  Natasha noted:
  - The fighting is so intense that it's simply amazing! It's not a war, it's a continuous stroll!
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - Yes, this is a really cool adventure. Moreover, fighting and killing is not good!
  Aurora giggled and stamped her bare foot, noting:
  - I am the coolest in the world!
  Svetlana objected with a smile:
  - No, rather I'm the coolest! Although we are all strong!
  Natasha noted:
  - When there is no one to fight with, we want to use our fists against each other!
  Margarita added:
  - Not only fists, but also bare, lethal heels!
  And she twisted her pearly, large, horse-like teeth. Now that really looked cool. And the girl's chest was so high, with a narrow strip of fabric tied around it - like the best buffalo. And her hips were like the rump of a thoroughbred horse, and her teeth were simply a tigress. Now that was a girl who would drive a man crazy.
  The girls, however, had a bit of fun. They took a Banderite, one of the commanders, and hung him upside down by his feet. Then Natasha and Margarita picked up a saw, a rusty and dull one at that. And they started sawing the Banderite in half lengthwise. There was a lot of screaming and howling.
  And the people watched and applauded, such applause, and shouts of hurray and bravo. And the boys whistled. And a big puddle of blood poured out, until the girls sawed the Banderite in half lengthwise. They really are cool. And they do such things.
  Well, one Bandera supporter was sawed in half by girls from the Medveditsa special forces. And another was taken and boiled alive in boiling water. So that they would know what it means to sing: our father Bandera. As they say, against fascists and fascist methods of reprisal. An eye for an eye, blood for blood.
  The girls hung another Banderite on the rack and began to stretch him until he was torn... They had a lot of fun. What girls...
  And then they began to sing with great enthusiasm:
  I am now stronger than I was before,
  The girl has the strength of three heroes...
  But muscles alone are not enough for success,
  You need to be smarter and wiser!
  
  Other peers are pecking...
  When you are short,
  The boys are pestering you,
  It's not easy to put them in their place!
  
  Then they'll pull the little one's pigtail,
  Then you'll get a slap on the back of the head...
  And the girls' tears are already drying up,
  Quite an offensive outfit!
  
  But here are friends from another world,
  Such eagle boys...
  Shakespeare's pen cannot describe it,
  Although they are not fighters at all!
  
  They are kind and cooler,
  Guys, I guess you won't find them...
  The enemies will be laid down like heaps,
  Let even the shelves move!
  
  The age can be harsh sometimes,
  A horde is approaching Rus'...
  The evil Cain went on the attack,
  And leapfrog ensued!
  
  But with the wise strength of a hero,
  They were able to stop him...
  And the boys performed a miracle,
  Beat the Mughlan horde hard!
  
  I'm a girl fighting with them,
  Swords sparkle the word ray...
  We will make the Earth more beautiful,
  Let's pave the way for a happy world!
  
  Dobrynya or Ilya fighting,
  Everyone was shown top class...
  We will see the distance of Eden,
  And Karabas will be in hell!
  
  Poetry is our glory,
  In which all the curls...
  The Russian state will become famous,
  We will open the way in the spring!
  
  The scumbags won't be able to defeat the children,
  We are strong in eternal youth...
  And we won't go AWOL,
  Believe me, your enemies are doomed!
  
  Diamonds sparkle in the sky,
  It is a scattering of fiery stars...
  We showcase our talents here,
  And the Lord Christ Himself is with us!
  
  May there be happiness in our world,
  Let the war end...
  Troubles and bad weather will pass by,
  And the country is reborn!
  
  When we reach the limit,
  The vastness of space, believe me...
  We will do such a thing,
  That the beast will choke on blood!
  
  In short, we will fight,
  Victory is glorious until the end...
  We children know how to fight bravely,
  And the spring of eternal youth!
  
  We will level mountains if necessary,
  Crushing evil enemies like a pear...
  The forests are vast and open spaces,
  We'll leave some serious bruises!
  
  Minutes, years and centuries,
  Svarog will resurrect the dead...
  The knights have achieved immortality,
  Let's sharpen our sword and raise our shield!
  
  And from the ice of the harsh taiga,
  To the hot sunny deserts...
  We will build a new order,
  And we will certainly win!
  After which the six girls started playing cards. The girl who lost kicked the captured Banderovites in the balls. And they cried and swore their love for Russia. The girls softened a little and made the captured men kiss their bare, dirty soles.
  Then in Chernigov there was a celebration of the arrival of Russia.
  Here, a huge cake was brought in on a cargo plane. It was in the shape of the cruiser Aurora, covered in roses, butterflies, and cream animals. And very fragrant. And so delicious that it literally melted in the mouth. And the children were going to eat it with great relish and excitement. This really looked cool and delicious. Which will be extremely fun.
  The feast began. And it was possible to pour cocktails, and actively make a spill. And indeed, cups full of something sweet and bubbly poured out. And the children were delighted.
  So this is great...
  Natasha noted:
  - Lenin loved children! If he had lived longer, there would have been Disneyland!
  Margarita laughed and replied:
  - We'll have Disneyland anyway!
  And how incredibly cool and funny it looks. The girls started throwing spoons and forks with their bare feet.
  Aurora noted:
  - For some it's war, for others it's their own mother!
  Svetlana confirmed:
  - Yes, this is really great! Just like in the movies!
  Natasha noted with a sigh:
  - Not in a very good movie. In a real Hollywood scenario, it's usually a seesaw. One side comes in, then the other! And so the scales keep swinging.
  Margarita giggled and sang:
  - As usual, you are unhappy,
  People with their time...
  We are chasing him in vain,
  It's no use slowing down!
  Then Cheburashka appeared. More precisely, a girl in a Cheburashka costume and a boy in a Gena the Crocodile costume. The children began to dance and jump like tops. And it looked so cool and awesome, it couldn't be better.
  Aurora, this red-haired beast, noted:
  After all, Cheburashka is with us,
  And every mongrel...
  When we meet, he immediately offers his paw!
  And now Murzilka with a balalaika in his hands has joined them. And it has become even more fun.
  Murzilka asked Cheburashka:
  - We were walking together?
  The long-eared animal replied:
  - Let's go!
  - Did you find the casing?
  Cheburashka confirmed:
  - Found it!
  Murzilka said forcefully:
  - Where is he?
  - Who?
  - Casing!
  -What casing?
  Murzilka muttered again:
  - We were walking together?
  - Let's go!
  - We found the casing!
  - Found it!
  - Where is he?
  - Who?
  - Casing?
  - What casing?
  Murzilka muttered:
  - You and I were walking...
  Natasha interrupted, angrily stamping her bare, seductive foot:
  - This is already starting to sound like a tired joke! What a kindergarten!
  Aurora giggled and noted:
  - And this is for children! And adults shouldn't try to get involved!
  Margarita noted with a smile:
  - And all adults are children to some extent! It's even a kind of axiom!
  Svetlana objected:
  - Or maybe a theorem?
  Tamara exclaimed:
  - Cheops Theorem!
  Natasha objected:
  - Or maybe rather Pythagoras?
  Aurora chirped:
  - Pythagorean pants - equal on all sides!
  And the girls burst out laughing... The performances continued. In particular, a teenager jumped in a spacesuit and spun around with brooms that threw sparks in his hands. And this also looks beautiful and grandiose. Or maybe just spectacular.
  Taking Chernigov without a fight resembled a theatrical performance. Such a fun one. Here are two boys, despite the fact that spring has not yet arrived, in only sports shorts, and barefoot, with their muscular torsos exposed, they began boxing. And the fight was no joke, although the boys looked about fourteen years old. Nice local guys.
  The yellow-blue Ukrainian flag and the tricolor white-blue-red Russian flag hung together. It all looked very idyllic.
  One of the special forces soldiers sang:
  LDPR Party,
  Will revive the USSR...
  Zhirinovsky superman,
  Let Uncle Sam tremble!
  And it was so fun and so sporty. It was a truly mind-blowing adventure. And how truly cool it was.
  A boy in sports shorts, missed a kick to the chin with a bare heel and fell. The girl counted him a knockout. After which the boy rose with difficulty. The fight was generally magnificent. Everyone was in an extremely cheerful mood.
  The girls also started dancing, their bare, tanned calves flashing.
  It was a kind of blues with quirks. And with songs to the guitar...
  Then a boy appeared in a Buratino costume, and a girl in the image of Malvina. They took each other's hands and walked along singing:
  We will show the highest class,
  Heroes of the cartoon cool...
  We are not afraid of Karabas,
  In this dance the guy is lively!
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - A lovely couple, aren't they?
  Margarita nodded:
  - Yes, that's really very nice! But what's in it for us?
  Aurora noted:
  - For us, there will be GKO standards!
  The girls took a bite of a chocolate cream cake. Their mood generally improved. Indeed, everything is fine and there are no dead beauties in the battalion. But when a girl or a child dies, then your soul becomes very creepy. You don"t feel sorry for smelly and hairy men. But when you look at old women, then a shudder of disgust runs through you, and the girls feel terrible and scared, will they really become like that someday? And where are the Russian Gods looking? Or non-Russian Gods. In principle, Orthodoxy has as its foundation the Bible written by Jews, and Islam, both the Bible and the Koran, which also partially quotes the Bible and the New and Old Testaments.
  Why not have your own, Russian faith? Or maybe believe in something else? For example, in human reason? Or even in the Omnipotence of human reason, which can do everything, even resurrect the dead! And then why believe in anything other than the Omnipotence of science!
  Here Natasha even imagined a new modernized faith in herself:
  The Supreme God and Creator of the Universe certainly inspires and gives his spirit to set forth a doctrine capable of reconciling mankind. In this case, we will try to briefly set forth quite logical ideas on this topic.
  In particular, Who is the Creator of the Universe? Our universe has approximately 70,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 stars, or even much more. Only a Responsible and Kind person can create something like this...
  And what is the Creator of the Universe, man? In the Bible and in the Koran, and in other faiths, it is clearly stated - the son, and we are the children of the Most High God.
  Does the Creator want happiness for his own children? Of course, he wants it, just like the earthly Father, for his sons and daughters.
  Since we are created in the Image and Likeness of God, the analogies of the human family and the relationship of the Almighty and people are quite appropriate. Just as man is endowed with the Creative principle, like the Creator of the Universe.
  But what does a Responsible Loving Parent want from his children? In addition to obedience, he also wants them to mature.
  A loving Father does not want children to be forever playing around in the sandbox without growing up. He wants them to grow up, gain independence and achieve success. And preferably more than their Parent. And of course, after growing up, they should not become stupider or weaker (and better yet, stronger than their Parent!).
  That is, the highlight of the new teaching is that God does not set himself the goal of simply ending sin, as priests of all stripes imagine. But the goal of the Most High is to raise and educate his children, so that when they mature, they themselves become Almighty (to the same degree of omnipotence or even greater than that possessed by God the Parent!).
  To put it simply, a parent dreams of raising a little son and bringing him up in society.
  The Almighty God-parent wants to raise the crumbs - people and lead them into the Almighty Gods!
  This is the most simple and understandable exposition of the teaching of Archihomotheism. It is simply translated - Archi - the main one, Homo - man, - Theism - God. The main or superman is God!
  And the entire universe is built so that man and all humanity as a whole would achieve Omnipotence.
  Moreover, the Bible says that God founded the Universe for habitation, and the context shows that it was for human habitation.
  But how can the Almighty achieve the maturity of a human infant?
  First of all, by means of Hyperevolution. Following the example of the inhabitants of Sparta - God set people harsh conditions of cruel evolution. Otherwise, without education of character and body, humanity will not mature to Omnipotence.
  That is why there is so much evil in the world... Satan is not the main culprit here... Evil and cruelty of evolution are the rules of the game of the Almighty, who in this way educates in man the Future Warrior and probably the Almighty God.
  That is - yes! The Creator of the Universe is a strict teacher and a harsh educator, who, of course, if we take a human analogy, would be considered not a kind parent, but a fan of the Spartan school of education, on the scale of the Universe.
  Is this cruel?
  In the Old Testament, the Almighty says about Himself: God is a consuming fire!
  The Koran also recognizes the Torah, the Old Testament and part of the New, and also shows a stern Creator!
  That is, evil, grief, and suffering are all parts of a single educational system of the Most High. That is, a person in the Gestapo basement is also like a cog in this most severe system of Hyperevolution. By the way, the first Christians crucified on crosses, and much more, in our most difficult world.
  That is, God the loving Parent is Love, and at the same time the stern teacher is the devouring Fire!
  Yes, the rules of Hyperevolution set by the Almighty consuming fire are harsh, and do not always seem fair. But still, the Main Thing is - God is love.
  All the suffering of people, some monstrous, some not so much, and some living in clover. All this evil reigning in the universe is repeatedly covered by the future reward that awaits all of humanity as a whole, and each person individually.
  What is the reward?
  Having matured and become as strong as the Creator of the Universe, having become the Almighty Gods, the superhumans themselves will decide whom they will resurrect using their total superpower.
  And according to the Bible and the Koran it is clear that a decision will be made to resurrect everyone without any exceptions.
  And further, as the Bible says, no eye has seen or heard what the Lord has prepared for those who love him.
  That is, the torment of several decades will be more than compensated by Eternity with humanity possessing practically infinite power!
  Well, and the sufferings endured in this life will make future pleasures even more pleasant and joyful. So the grace of paradise, after being in hell, is perceived incomparably stronger.
  In particular, the old woman, having become a girl again, and a written beauty at that, will be doubly happy about this precisely because she experienced terrible torment from her own ugliness.
  Thus, a loving Father is a consuming fire in a very tiny, stimulating and hardening dose, and his love is infinite.
  Based on this, we can say - God is truly; Good, Benevolent, Generous, Just.
  And not at all a monster, as some believe.
  Well, a tiny dose of suffering (against the backdrop of eternity of bliss and happiness!) is a forced measure. Because without suffering the mechanism of Hyperevolution does not work, and without Hyperevolution a person will not be able to mature and get out of the sandbox. That is, even to get out of the cradle, you must be prepared for the bare, tender feet of the baby to be slightly scratched by the turf.
  And without pain, problems, struggle, competition, and even wars with crimes - a person will have no character, no maturation, no self-improvement. Only through struggle - a person can rise.
  As they say, only work made a monkey a man!
  And only struggle, fierce competition will make man - God!
  Thus, Archhomotheism simply and clearly explains the eternal question of skeptics;
  - Why does God allow suffering? Why did God not destroy evil and allow it! Why is there so much evil with an Almighty and Good God?
  - Because evil and sin and problems and struggle and wars are needed first and foremost by man himself, otherwise he will not mature and will not reach Omnipotence.
  This is what is needed for muscles and physical strength to grow? To train correctly, so that the muscles experience pain. Sort of: problems, suffering, wars, crimes, diseases of a sort, such painful training, which makes a future champion out of a human child.
  That is, the Creator of the Universe is a strict trainer who forces the student to train painfully, but leads him to an infinitely valuable reward.
  Again, Archihomotheiism (according to Rybachenko!) very simply, clearly and logically explains the existence of evil in the universe under the Almighty and Loving Supreme God. And at the same time it gives a much more attractive perspective to each person than any other traditional religion.
  At the same time, not a single religion according to Archegotheism is false. They all come from the Creator of the Universe. The Supreme God, thus, creates competition of ideas and ideologies. So that there is a contest, a struggle and Hyperevolution. Competition of religions helps humanity to mature as quickly as possible.
  For example, in democratic states there is such a mechanism as elections and competition, a variety of ideologies. So the Creator deliberately reveals himself in different ways, and his multifaceted personality is visible to us from different sides and points of view.
  It is not without reason that the Bible speaks of the multifaceted nature of the Creator. As it is said in the psalms: Before Yahweh and all His Faces.
  The book of Genesis also emphasizes the multifaceted nature of the Almighty: Let us make man in our image and likeness. And the confirmation of Arch-Homotheism - Now He is One of Us!
  That is, it was precisely the tasting of the fruit from the tree of knowledge of Good and Evil that made man capable in the Future of Becoming a true God!
  Yes, the Lord gave his Son a choice: you will not know pain, nor death, nor old age, nor suffering, nor wars... But you will forever remain a baby in a cozy cradle, under the endless care and concern of a loving Parent.
  And if you want to get out of the cradle, then be prepared to prick your tender, bare feet on thorns!
  The man made his choice and this is the choice of a real man. He climbed out of the warm cradle into the cold, so that over time, having hardened himself, he could gain knowledge and strength, his Adult Parent.
  Does Archihomothyism contradict other religions or Revelations? Well, if you take the teachings of various priests, then yes... But if you interpret the Bible, the Koran, the Vedas and other books allegorically, then no!
  The thing is that church teachers interpret certain texts of both the Bible and the Koran in their own way. Even in Islam there are dozens of different movements, Sacred Agathas in their own way. And in Christianity there are hundreds of them. Well, take at least the eternal problem of the Trinity, the Sabbath, the Immortality of the soul, Kosher food, the Path to salvation and many others...
  The Bible allows itself to be interpreted allegorically, like any other sacred book.
  In this regard, many texts from all the Holy Books, of all times and peoples confirm Arch-Homotheism. And no one will prove that our teaching contradicts what was said by the Most High, through any of his messages. And in principle, it is not provable that this teaching is heresy.
  In particular, even Andrei Kuraev said: We, the Orthodox Church, do not claim that we have the only correct understanding of the Holy Scriptures."
  If there is benefit from the new religious teaching? Of course, there is, at least in the fact that It is above confessional, and reconciles all religions, so in Archihomothesism in principle there is no concept of an infidel or a heretic. Indeed, if all religions come from the Creator of the Universe and serve the cause of competitive struggle, then what kind of error in this or that Revelation can we talk about at all?
  So religious hostility among the adherents of this teaching is, in principle, impossible.
  Can this teaching become popular and gain supporters?
  Of course, yes! For It is much more attractive to man than any traditional religious cult.
  This teaching is especially tempting for sinners, or mere mortals. Who, according to Archihomotheiism, will resurrect the dead and decide the future fate of those who have returned to life?
  The people themselves, our descendants who have achieved Omnipotence. That is, the fate of the wicked, sinful, criminals, and people, in general, not destined for paradise, will be in the hands of the most holy descendants, and not the formidable Jehovah or Allah.
  It is clear that most of us understand that we are not qualified for the Orthodox Paradise. The Bible also teaches that only a minority will be saved. Religious leaders have come up with loopholes to console the faithful: Catholics - purgatory, Orthodox - ordeals of the soul, Jehovah's Witnesses - a second chance. In Islam, the Faithful are also provided with punishment in Hell, before that the Merciful Allah will have mercy on them and forgive them!
  However, for the infidels in Islam, there is a clear provision for eternal hellfire, where there will not even be death, torment, torment and more torment!
  Catholics and Orthodox also need to earn purgatory or ordeals - this is how eternal Gehenna is provided for hopeless sinners or pagans. In conservative Protestantism, it is generally preached that a minority of humanity will be saved, but the majority will be eternally tormented in the lake of fire and brimstone.
  But what does the judgment of his descendants promise to the sinner?
  Our world is changing and people are becoming kinder right before our eyes. In civilized countries, torture began to be banned already at the end of the eighteenth century, and in the nineteenth century they began to abolish the death penalty.
  . CHAPTER #16.
  The children's special forces easily defeated all enemies. Two more regiments of Germans and another American regiment - were turned into boys of eight or seven years old. And they fussed and jumped. And their little legs flashed, which was so cool. But this was only the beginning. The boy genius Maxim and the girl genius Semiraida suggested testing another weapon - a technomagic donut. It was made from a special, mutating dough. And the child geniuses began to make additives for this living weapon.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - Do you think he can transform metal?
  Maximka nodded confidently:
  - I think it can! The equipment swallowed by the donut will not only explode, but also transform. And it will definitely turn into something useful and tasty. From which there will be no unnecessary cruelty, but also with profit for us!
  The boy genius nodded:
  - Then we'll make the giant donut capable of moving.
  And the children got to work. They began to mix the dough, with the help of robots, and to brew the techno-potion.
  Alina reminded:
  - Remember when we were on a mission in Africa, I made honey cakes of sweet dreams. And whoever touched them fell into dreams.
  Oleg nodded:
  - Yes, with the help of this gingerbread we stole a thousand-carat diamond that also had hypnosis. Not too strong, but even a child holding it in his hands can make you do almost any glitch!
  And he showed a hologram on his watch - so you could see how the painted fragrant gingerbread extended its paws. The mujahideen touched it and fell asleep almost immediately. And then a boy and a girl appeared, grabbing four bags of trophies at once. And they took them away without any problems.
  The children burst out laughing. It was sunny, the snow had melted, and little bare feet were splashing through the puddles. And of course it's nice when you're barefoot and spring is coming.
  And on the way there are three NATO divisions - including two American and English. There are a lot of tanks. Among them, by the way, is the newest American "Reagan". The name itself says: the equipment is serious.
  In fact, the tank is very powerful, and looks so angular and squat. And three barrels at once. Now that's dangerous! Although multi-barrel vehicles have their drawbacks. In particular, the Germans tried to create and launch a "Maus" with two barrels into serial production. But it turned out that an overly heavy vehicle does not pay for itself - it is very difficult to transport, especially by rail, it is expensive and complex to produce and vulnerable to air strikes.
  So the question remains: is the Reagan tank progress from a practical point of view, or, on the contrary, regression.
  But the genius kids want to test their magic donuts on this power. And they are, it must be said, practically capable of performing some wonderful transformations.
  Arkasha noted:
  - We are somewhat similar to Dunno here! And that is our strength!
  Seryozhka sang:
  It's high time for everyone to understand
  It is absolutely impossible to know everything in the world!
  Oleg readily confirmed:
  - We know a lot, and we don"t know even more!
  Alina squeaked with a smile:
  - This is where our strength and pleasure lie, and the real scope of inventions!
  The children made three small donuts very quickly. But then they turned on the molecular cloner. And the donuts began to inflate like balloons. And now they are the size of a three-story house and are splattered with chocolate cream. These are real monsters. And quite cute in appearance despite their size.
  Arkashka whistled and stamped his bare, childish foot:
  - Lovely!
  Margarita the dream girl chirped:
  - I feel a monster!
  Alina giggled and replied:
  - Excellent monster!
  Now, for three divisions with tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, armored personnel carriers, and such excellent military forces, there are also three huge donuts.
  And so they moved towards the enemy. The huge donuts were not moving very fast at first, but Oleg and Alina launched a chrono-accelerator with an ultra-blaster. The boy and girl flew up on a disk and inserted powerful chrono-reactive accelerators into the donuts. And now the donuts first stretched out. Then they shook like jelly and took off.
  And now they are rushing at NATO divisions. And they have opened their wide mouths. And they are like sperm whales. And huge ones are flying in, and the first tank in this case, the "Reagan", is swallowed by a monster in the form of a colossal chocolate donut. Shots from cannons, machine guns and machine guns have no effect on the confectionery giant.
  And it swallows tank after tank. And at the same time, infantry fighting vehicles and smaller vehicles were swallowed with great force and fury.
  And cakes started to crawl out from behind the donut. Yes, the Reagan tank turned into a very beautiful and lush cake with roses, butterflies and dragonflies made of cream, and fish. How beautiful and delightful it was, so beautiful and appetizing and fragrant that it tickled children's nostrils. And boys crawled out of the cakes themselves, so cute - the age of first graders. Such wonderful children here are those who turn from adults. Really, why be adults if children are really better? And especially when you are healthy, alive and energetic, and literally ooze strength.
  Indeed, the children, although small, are active, like monkeys. Well, that's great and cool. And how energetically they jump. And then they start licking the cream of the cake with their tongues.
  Alina exclaimed with enthusiasm:
  - The show has begun, legs together - arms apart!
  Oleg confirmed with a chuckle:
  - One, two, three, four - hands higher, legs wider!
  When huge donuts twelve meters in diameter jump after tanks and motorized infantry, swallowing them, it looks very grotesque.
  And when they swallow technology, it's even cooler and more expressive. And little children are bustling about, flashing their baby teeth.
  And when giant donuts jump like toads, they also splash sweet chocolate. And it looks wonderful and delightful and the children are so delighted. In general, it really resembles paradise.
  Arkasha tweeted:
  - Oh, the donuts - they'll blow the reels away!
  The grass is already breaking through the thawed patches and it is green, and the puddles of multi-colored cream are so sweet and fragrant - just delicious. All this delights the children. And then there are the boys and girls from neighboring villages and towns. And they slap their bare feet, and the cold does not frighten the young Ukrainians. Especially since the weather is so sunny, and the rays are brightly cast.
  Aline picked a four-leaf clover and put it in her mouth. And then she made a wish.
  Oleg asked her:
  - What did you wish for?
  Alina chirped:
  - This is my big secret, believe it or not!
  The boy genius chirped:
  - Of course I believe you,
  Even to the beast, even to the beast,
  I'll say hello!
  The children were so happy and contented. And their feet were so bare, small, with pink heels. These are happy boys and girls.
  The young ladies here are very pretty. And the donuts seem not to notice the shells and machine gun bursts. They swallow tanks and digest them at high speed, and in addition to the cakes, there are also pastries, huge in size, and very shiny cream. How fragrant it all is here, and sweet to the point of cloying, and when you lick such cream with your tongue, the freshness of the artica is in your mouth, and a greenhouse blooms.
  Oleg remembered that they had once carried out an operation in their childhood years in Afghanistan. And the child geniuses were able to do the following, in particular. The Taliban had their own trump card. They had stolen a nuclear charge from Pakistan. And they could have easily used it against Russia. So the children's special forces decided to steal this charge.
  But it is not easy to do this... The children here changed their forms and became very small in size, and were able to penetrate the narrow rat passages. There they took out the key and were able to pull out the nuclear charges. And then the children were really chased by rats that were larger than them. But the young warriors had small but powerful blasters, and they took and fired deadly charges.
  And the rat meat was fried. And it smelled delicious. And a very pleasant smell of rat meat. The children also reduced the nuclear charge and took it with them. They did this without killing anyone - so as not to provoke the Taliban, they were ordered to simply take out the warhead. Let the dushmans themselves be at a loss as to where it all went. And what is interesting is that the weight of the object and its volume are reduced. As a result, the nuclear charge with the carrier was removed and a reduced child carried it in a small briefcase. And then the children flew back on the disk and their radars did not see them.
  Well, planes or flying machines invisible to radar have existed for a long time. But now they have learned to make flying disks that cannot be seen with normal vision.
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - Look how cleverly we ran. And the rats wanted to eat us...
  The nuclear charge with the carrier was reduced to a mustard seed. And even mouse-sized children were able to carry it away. In addition, the small size made the young scouts so agile and fast. Such kids can be cool. It was a pity, though, that killing the Taliban was banned.
  But Alina slipped a strong laxative into their common pot. And that's even funnier and cooler than just killing them. And the way they ran around afterwards, smelly and dirty - that's quite a sight.
  There were casualties, however. The guards who missed the nuclear installation were hanged by the Taliban themselves. And their boss was even impaled. That's cruel - but they are cruel mujahideen. In Russia, the attitude towards them is ambiguous. They fought against the USA, Russia's main enemy, and the enemy of my enemy is already a friend.
  Although the Taliban helped the Chechen separatists, and perhaps Al-Qaeda was involved in the explosions in Moscow and Volgodonsk. And they are an extremist organization banned in Russia. So playing with them is like being friends with a crocodile, and not with Gena.
  Now the genius kids are fighting NATO. And look how many tanks and infantry fighting vehicles of various sizes the giant donuts swallowed. This turned out to be great and fun and childish, but extremely effective. Really, why did you decide that at a young age one cannot make scientific discoveries and accomplish feats?
  Just look at American cartoons and see what kind of child supermen they have!
  In any case, Russian children are something... And with humor, of course! There are no higher than them! And if there are, then it is like a pilot without a sky and armies without regiments.
  And so, absolute coolness of the highest order...
  One of the mutant girls began to play the flute, and from its wonderful sounds, wonderful transformations occurred. In particular, elderly people who were also local residents who came running with their children to try cakes (and sweets and confectionery are nice to eat at any age!), began to grow younger before our eyes. And this also looked wonderful and cool. Indeed, when youth returns - it is delightful.
  And there can be nothing better for old people than to become young again.
  And for those who are not old, it is also pleasant to become younger, especially women. They want to become young, fresh, like roses or daisies.
  F-35 fighter-attack aircraft flying into battle . By the way, these are not bad machines, in which they managed to squeeze bulky weapons into a much smaller weight and are practically invisible to modern radars.
  But kids have computer scanners that catch such planes using turbulence. So it's not that easy to fly up to the young geniuses.
  And so Oleg, Alina, Arkashka, Pashka, Seryozhka, Mashka, Natasha, and several other boys and girls from among the most gifted unfolded the instruments of technomagic. And they began to play with great delight and energy. And wonderful music flowed.
  The winged monsters immediately turned into trays with exquisite and luxurious food and began to glide down. And they descended slowly and smoothly. Like gliding devices. And it looked beautiful. Just imagine there was an American plane, and now it is a gliding golden tray with herring under a fur coat. And the pilot became a boy of about seven, which is very funny and great.
  Or a pilot, now a girl. If she wanted to look younger, then her dream came true.
  Maybe even in a too radical version. But at least wrinkles won't appear soon.
  The girl musician Olga noted with a smile:
  - Your voice sounds a bit like heaven,
  And the child sings very beautifully!
  And the children burst out laughing. Oleg remembered how they carried out a mission in the USA. For example, they just made an electronic payment card. And they were able to load a whole truckload of money. Of course, there was more than one card. And then they exchanged these dollars for gold. And they took the valuable cargo away on an oil tank, hiding the ingots under a black, viscous liquid to Russia. That's how cleverly the children's special forces worked then.
  Well, they also stole information about the F-35 fighter . Contrary to the rumors spread by pro-Russian media, it was a pretty good machine. But competition in the arms market is above all else. In particular, Russia is developing the Prometheus S-500 anti-aircraft missile system. True, the name is somewhat ambiguous. After all, according to legend, Prometheus was chained to a rock with chains, and an eagle pecked at his liver. And so it turned out that it was like the newest anti-aircraft missile system, that they would peck at it?
  In this case, missiles?
  Children in general had their own developments in the field of missile defense and air defense, and they promised to be much better and cooler than the previous ones. And it is not necessary to shoot down planes with missiles. For example, you can use homing ball lightning moving at the speed of light, or even laser weapons. What can I say - it is hard to come up with something cooler.
  Although lasers are an old invention. The first principle of lasers was probably used by Archimedes when he set ships on fire with beams.
  You can do something even cooler. For example, use hyperplasmic blots - which is just a wonderful discovery.
  Well, in short, the music turned the newest American planes into treats on golden trays. And this magic is cooler than alchemy.
  Oleg took it and sang:
  The magic of victory, the magic of love,
  We came to bring joy to all people...
  We know that happiness cannot be built on blood,
  Apple trees will bloom on Mars too!
  The children were wonderful. The best fighters in the world became such delicious treats. It was truly a miracle. And the pilots became cute boys in shorts. And they started laughing with very loud voices.
  Alina chirped:
  - Kolovrad of victory, Kolovrad of love! You can't build a rating on blood, obviously!
  And this can truly be said to be a magnificent children's fairy tale that causes fits of joy. How magnificent everything is here. And the sparkling golden trays are decorated with wonderful patterns, and mountains of the most luxurious dishes. And the elderly people who have become boys and girls in a couple of minutes - what a wonderful miracle worthy of the demiurge Gods. Indeed, if God exists, then why does he allow people to grow old? After all, there is nothing worse than old age!
  But genius children have learned to rejuvenate. And unlike the fairy tale, rejuvenation is real - serious and long-lasting!
  Oleg seemed to be very pleased with his new miraculous properties as an organism transformer.
  Now people have become so cool, it's just incomprehensible. That they can argue with old age. And old age is a monstrous state of the body, when a person is deformed both externally and internally. Which brings absolutely no joy. And takes away the taste for life. As they say - old age is not joy.
  It is good to be young, and especially to be forever young, forever in a pleasant intoxication from success.
  And when you are a boy or a girl, you are three times as happy. After all, adults do not know how to have fun like children. Yes, indeed, this is such a phenomenon of fun in a child's body. Look at young people, they are always smiling and in a good mood. But more mature people are serious and have very little reason to be happy. Unless they are warmed up by alcohol. So, in fact, it is good to be a child.
  Oleg thought, why not make all the people on Earth children - so that they would rejoice and have fun? Although it would probably be better to ask the people living on Earth themselves about this matter. But in any case, no one would refuse to become younger.
  And how they shot down the NATO division so quickly, how many fighters they killed. Isn't that a sight to behold? These are truly monster children!
  And no one was killed. And killing people is not good. At one time, the Second World War was going on, the largest and most large-scale in history. How many people died then, and yet the world did not become a better place. And the territory of the USSR increased insignificantly, and these territorial acquisitions did not cost so much grief and tears and victims.
  Oleg thought: is it possible to resurrect the dead by the power of science? Such ideas first appeared in Russia at the beginning of the nineteenth century, when atheism became more fashionable, and the church no longer dominated the minds and destinies of people so much.
  Even then, many doubted whether there was a God, and if there was, did he really need to resurrect people? And why do the Christian religion and Islam demand obedience and submission first and foremost?
  Maybe it would be better to encourage initiative and the search for something new in people? Including fantasies, including the development of science!
  Then we should first of all resurrect those who were useful, especially scientists, writers, artists, poets, sculptors.
  The boy took it and whistled, exclaiming:
  I believe there is no death,
  We will resurrect the dead...
  There will be no more troubles,
  There are cherubs above us!
  Kyiv is getting closer and closer... And the children are more and more cheerful. They even dance in circles. That's really great.
  Alina remembered another mission of the children's special forces. For example, how they searched for Rommel's gold in Libya. And it really was at a secret base. Oleg was surprised: the Nazis were supposedly obscurantists, but they had quite decent technology, especially for the mid-twentieth century. Which looked quite amazing, although it seemed paradoxical.
  However, the ideas of communism seem to many to be an unrealistic dream in terms of purpose, and a horror when trying to implement them in practice. Especially under Stalin. After all, the leader of all times and nations destroyed many people who had never even been in opposition. Not only those who were personally loyal to him, friends and even relatives. In many ways, communism became a bogeyman precisely because of Stalin. However, at the same time and thanks to Stalin, the communists created a superpower out of Russia, destroyed by the civil war. That is, Stalin is an ambiguous personality, including both good and bad. Both great achievements and great terror.
  By the way, if we take the Bible, then God destroyed millions of people during the flood, including women and children, and allowed only eight to be saved.
  That is, God is love, but sometimes He manifests what is called genocide, and on a planetary scale. This is the paradox of religion. When many people wonder, is evil by the will of God or in spite of it? If in spite of it, then God is not omnipotent, and if by the will, then He is not love.
  True, the Almighty gave these mutant children superpowers. Or maybe the Almighty Chance! And chance rules the universe! As one of the wise said - the most important Goddess is Fortuna!
  Alina read Oleg"s thoughts and noted:
  - It"s a pity that Fortune has cheated such a worthy and educated Russian Tsar as Nicholas II!
  Oleg replied:
  - It"s not just the Tsar; Russia suffered because of his bad luck, and it was with the collapse of the autocracy that its nightmarish decline began!
  The girl genius agreed:
  - Yes, before the Russo-Japanese War, Russia was on the rise! And after the defeat by the Japanese, a decline began. Under Stalin, there was a period of growth, but at what a price!
  The boy genius nodded:
  - True, there was an upsurge under Stalin. But note that in the first twenty years of Nicholas II's reign, the population of Tsarist Russia grew from 122 million to 180 million, by almost sixty million. But under Stalin in 1945, the population decreased to one hundred and seventy million! Just imagine at what cost, with what colossal blood, they won under the leader of all times and peoples!
  And the children sang in chorus:
  I don't want to be either the devil or Satan,
  We don't want victory at any cost!
  The boy Sasha noticed:
  - Still, war is not without casualties! You can only win without losses in computer games, and only if the level is low!
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - I won at a difficult level without losses! By the way, the USA won the war against Spain losing only one person! This is a unique case in a war between two large countries!
  Alina noted:
  - During the military operations against Yugoslavia, NATO lost only two pilots and they died in an accident. This was a unique operation against the second army in Europe. However, according to official data, the Russian army bombed ISIS for several months without suffering losses. But the truth is that Wagnerites who fought in the ground forces died. How many of them died is classified information, and even the FSB does not know the exact figures!
  Oleg confirmed:
  - No one knows how many died in the Great Patriotic War either. Except for the Almighty, if He exists. But different researchers give different figures. However, American data on losses in Yugoslavia were also disputed and higher figures were given. But it must be said that in the West there is complete freedom of the media and in search of a sensation or to attract attention, what won't they write!
  Alina confirmed:
  - You can't argue with that! Journalists really do chase sensations like wolves chase sheep. Or even create a sensation out of thin air, if there is no real reason to say something new.
  The children were thus very good philosophers. The sky was cleared of NATO planes. The tanks were also turned into luxurious and appetizing confectionery. The infantry became good, cheerful, obedient children - almost all boys and only a few women became girls. And so everything was wonderful, just super.
  Oleg remembered something again... Well, it was like a dream, he saw a world in which the Third Reich had won. More precisely, it had won partially - the USSR had survived, albeit in a truncated form. But Ukraine, Belarus, the Baltics, the Caucasus, the Stalingrad region, the Don and Kuban region, the Smolensk and Pskov regions ended up under the Nazis. Well, and the fascists made peace with Britain. A kind of unique world emerged, where the fascists controlled Europe - they also occupied Sweden and Switzerland. And also North Africa, the Middle East, but Hitler did not go to India, since Churchill had enough sense to make peace with Germany after the defeat of the USSR. Well, plus the Germans also had French possessions in central Africa, and Belgian Zaire. Well, the colonies of France and Holland in Indochina and the Pacific Ocean.
  Moscow was taken in an alternative history, but then the fascists returned it, but forced the USSR to pay huge reparations and fight partisans. The Nazis exterminated many Jews, but then agreed to expel them from the Third Reich for ransom. Including to the USSR.
  A brutal occupying dictatorship ruled.
  But Hitler fortunately turned out to be ill with Parkinson's disease and soon lost his mind... And in 1950, the more moderate Schellenberg came to power. He managed to remove his boss Himmler through intrigue. And Hermann Goering died of a stroke, which he suffered from due to excess weight and abuse of Morphine.
  Schellenberg began to pursue a more moderate policy in the occupied territories.
  In particular, soon all those who wanted received German passports and formally equal rights with Germans. In political life, in addition to the National Socialists, other, albeit pocket parties, appeared, like playing in the opposition. Like in modern China - there are supposedly other parties there besides the communists, but they have no influence, and they are pocket parties. Also, Schellenberg gradually softened and abolished many racial laws and stopped persecuting Jews. Moreover, they began to encourage them to return to the Third Reich.
  Thus, the monstrous totalitarian regime became bourgeois, authoritarian, with an electoral system. And not so repressive. The death penalty was limited, and almost never used. Moreover, torture was formally prohibited. This is how a little world emerged, where the Third Reich, like the Roman Empire, turned from barbaric cruelty into something more or less civilized. And Oleg in that dream got to Belarus and tried to organize an anti-German uprising there with Alina. But the people didn"t really want it - in material terms, people lived well. There was almost no crime, as well as unemployment, there was enough affordable food, churches and hospitals worked, as did schools. A good car on credit was available to almost every family. No one interfered with praying to God, and old age in the villages and mayors in the cities were elected. Even if the candidates submissive to the regime almost always won. And that everyone speaks German, we have already gotten used to it, especially since you can speak Belarusian, and there were even some local theaters. The Gestapo tried to arrest Oleg and Alina for seditious speeches. The genius children fought the Nazis and broke back into their universe.
  Oleg even remarked in annoyance:
  - Sold out for German sausage and Bavarian beer!
  Alina noted:
  - It's just a strange dream!
  The boy genius objected:
  - The same thing can't be dreamed by two people at the same time! This is most likely an alternative reality! And such a dystopia!
  The girl genius nodded:
  - If so, then it would be better to move to 1941 and not let the Germans win! And that's the best option!
  . CHAPTER #17.
  Stalin-Putin, according to the latest reports, had already received reports about the approach to Kyiv. The glorious Russian army was about to enter the capital of Ukraine.
  But in the new body it was still somehow not quite familiar and the great generalissimo again fell asleep.
  The jet glider "Freedom" glided smoothly across the vault of heaven. Under this light, graceful bird made of lightweight plastic, the velvety emerald sea gently splashed. The sun rising on the horizon sparkled the waves with some special light. It reminded one of the multi-colored stars of a kaleidoscope, whipped up in a mixer. Due to its unusually light construction, small size and special shape of the wings, the glider was invisible to radar and ideally suited for reconnaissance activities. However, at the control panel of the machine sat not an American ace, but a simple Russian boy Joseph Stalin-Putin. Some unknown force again made him sit at the helm of the glider and direct the plane towards Russia. Perhaps it was a natural desire to see the Motherland as quickly as possible, but this was not the only thing that moved him. After a detachment of ships from the Pacific squadron mutinied and refused to submit to Yeltsin's regime, a revolutionary fervor engulfed the entire Pacific fleet, and then the entire army. And then, finally, news arrived that the criminal occupation regime in Russia had been overthrown, and the ships were returning to Vladivostok. The way back, however, was quite long, and there was no fuel for the return trip. Of course, the delay was temporary, but there was no desire to wait. And in general, the boy (into whom Stalin-Putin had turned in his dream) felt a strange, wild energy within himself. The feeling was indescribable. The flight was going to be long, and Stalin-Putin was lost in memories. After a crushing blow to the face from a giant black man, a rude monkey capable only of beating defenseless people, he lost consciousness for a long time. Several bones were broken from the blow. In addition, from the blow he crashed into the metal so hard that three or four ribs were probably broken. The injuries sustained as a result of the blow were on the verge of compatibility with life. He was admitted to the military hospital in a comatose state. The doctors considered him almost hopeless, or rather they did not care about some dead Russian. They simply threw him on a cot and left him to die. Americans value money and it is a sin to throw it away on other people's children. At first he was unconscious, then the visions began. The hallucination was colorful and unusually bright. He saw a large golden staircase going high into the sky. The railings on the staircase sparkled with gemstone patterns. The staircase moved upward by itself like a subway escalator. Near the fluffy clouds, marvelous flowers of wonderful colors and majestic sizes bloomed. Here, among the marvelous flowers, little angels with harps appeared. I must have died and gone to heaven: the child thought.
  -Finally all the suffering will end, the pain will pass.
  Ahead of them appeared huge, mountain-like, high gates. They sparkled like gold sparkles in the bright tropical sun, their brilliant light warmed the soul. Suddenly, in front of the grandiose gates appeared a majestic and beautiful angel, with an impressive fiery sword. He was unusually large, like the statue of the liberator warrior in Stalingrad.
  -Where are you going, little man!
  : the angel thundered in a voice as thick as a hundred bells.
  - I probably died and now I"m going where God has prepared for me.
  : timidly, involuntarily fearing the angel, whispered Stalin-Putin.
  - And did you believe in Him? No, don't answer, you never thought about it. You didn't go to church, you never prayed and you tried to live for your own pleasure. Although you didn't drink or smoke, this is not enough to deserve salvation and therefore hell awaits you! Go to destruction and burn forever!
  With an expressive gesture, the angel threw the boy down the stairs. At the bottom, fiery-red tongues of hellish flame were visible. He was falling down into the terrible abyss of the underworld right into its gates. Here it was, the head of Bezelvul, a giant mouth with the menacing teeth of a sperm whale. And he was falling there, having no chance to dodge. The head began to laugh madly, spewing tongues of flame, they fell and painfully burned the skin. At the last moment, the head, resembling a dragon's snout, turned into the dull Negroid face of the very fighter who had commandingly delivered a crippling blow to the face. Then the face literally exploded before our eyes, and tongues of flame pierced with unbearable pain. The boy Stalin-Putin woke up and came to his senses. His awakening was accompanied by a furious, painful cry. He came to and even jumped out of bed. His heart was pounding wildly, the blows echoed in his chest like a heavy blacksmith's hammer. However, he did not feel weak, on the contrary, it seemed that his whole body was filled with strength. He felt extreme excitement, his head still ached from the blow, and his brain was already working at a feverish pace. Although in theory, after a broken rib, any breath should cause wild pain. Stalin-Putin did not feel any torment during movement. On the contrary, his body seemed so weightless, light as a feather. His muscles became somehow elastic, energy was overflowing. The ward was dark and empty, he was alone, the orderlies did not care about him at all. The oak door with steel lining was locked with a key. In another situation, Stalin-Putin did not risk ramming the door, but now he felt so strong that he tried to break through the door with a kick. One miracle did not happen, and the door held, but the rumble woke up the peacefully dozing orderlies. Stalin-Putin felt very strong, as if he was a hero of the Superman series. Like a seasoned karateka, he hit the armored door with all his might, alternating legs. His bare feet did not feel pain, on the contrary, he felt like the second Bruce Lee. The boy felt like he was in a game, a ninja turtle knocked down the barrier with a series of blows. Several hefty orderlies, all professional military personnel, with special training, burst into the ward. They were angry and quite ready to give the sleep disturber a real punch. Maybe in a normal state, Stalin-Putin was scared of large, mostly black guys, but now they seemed to him no more scary than virtual monsters in children's games. He met them with a series of blows delivered with his hands and feet. Like many boys (and in his dream Stalin-Putin was quite a modern child!), he had watched a lot of movies about karate and martial arts. In some alternative memories he even went to a Tek-Van-Do section for six months, but he was weak at performing the techniques, not skillfully, perhaps at the level of a white-yellow belt. However, now the techniques and blows were working. He moved quickly and skillfully, and the orderlies seemed sleepy. He managed to kick one in the jaw, and punched another in the solar plexus. The blows were not fatal, and the speed and weight had not yet reached the lethal level. But for a kid who was not yet twelve in his dream, and whose weight had not yet reached 40 kilograms, these were decent blows. After a precise knee strike to the solar plexus, one of the attackers went limp. Another orderly almost went into a stupor from a blow to the jaw. Having intuitively chosen the target, Stalin-Putin aimed the blow right at the carotid artery. The blow was intended for the healthiest of the orderlies, who also had a heavy plastic baton in his hands. None of the orderlies managed to hit him, but this one still managed to hit him in the ribs. It was very painful, especially since the fractures had barely healed, and the burns had not yet completely disappeared. The tall orderly fell dead, and blood gushed from his throat.
  I killed him, a crazy thought flashed through my mind. When you kill for the first time, you always feel discomfort, even if you killed a piece of shit. That's why the little karateka, instead of getting his enemies, just started running. Away, run away from here as fast as possible. Leave the American base. The boy ran along the hospital corridor, barefoot heels flashing, maybe even faster than an Olympic sprint champion. The door at the end of the corridor was also locked, but fortunately it was not armored, in the very center of the door there was a painted US coat of arms. A beautiful kick copied from Bruce Lee in a jump knocked out the carved door. A guard with a machine gun leaned on the other side of the door. The blow knocked him off his feet, he flew a few steps, fell on the concrete floor, and the machine gun went off automatically. The bullets slightly hit two more guards, and from behind, the orderlies beaten by Stalin-Putin opened fire with pistols. Without losing speed, the boy-leader rushed through the checkpoint. The guards were too nervous, the previous events could have brought even a hippopotamus to a heart attack. Some barefoot boy could not have caused such a commotion, which means he is simply afraid and runs away from fear. And the hospital was attacked by serious, adult terrorists. That is why no one paid attention to Stalin-Putin, everyone jumped out of the armored booths and, shooting on the move, rushed inside the building, meanwhile the siren howled. The external exit from a rather massive building was closed, thick and transparent armor. And the door itself was blocked by a computer code. Only one guard remained in the cabin, and it was possible to take a risk. Silently approach, ask a stupid question, pretending to be very scared, and then suddenly, like breaking boards, give him a blow to the neck. Then somehow decipher the code. True, he does not know how to do this, but his body is already acting. However, at the moment when he was ready to strike, a car with Delta fighters drove up to the gate, the guard himself opened the exit. Transparent slightly bluish armor, moved to the sides, letting through a large camouflage-colored car. Huge fighters of the selected special forces jumped off on the move. Very clearly, like units in a computer, they lay down and immediately crawled away, beautifully rolling away. They moved very synchronously and correctly, maintaining the sequence in their movement. However, there was no time to admire, like the doors of an elevator, the gate began to close again. Having hit the guard on the neck, with the edge of his palm, this will give a gain in time, the boy jumped out of the guard booth like an arrow, and literally barely in time, slipped through the gap between the gates. The Delta squad fighters were not expecting anyone from there, and they were not looking for a boy, especially since the blond hair said that this was most likely one of their own. Stalin-Putin ran like a seasoned sprinter. The wind literally whistled in his ears, several guard dogs rushed after him. They would have easily caught up with an ordinary boy and knocked him down. Then they grabbed him by the throat and began to wait for the owners to arrive. After the incident in the hospital, one could hardly count on leniency. No one would take the case to court, they would simply kill him and write it off as an accident. Therefore, getting caught by dogs is the same as dying. In despair, he gave it his all, and the ringing barking gradually began to die down. Perhaps, even an adult champion cannot break away from such large shepherds, but here everything is easy, as if you were running a racehorse. American soldiers do not stare at him, well, some boy is rushing, most likely a local, an American child will not run barefoot and half-naked. The airfield is protected, we are guarded well, and also a security post. Huge guards, led by Officer Gunn Fraser, stand guard at the entrance. The guards yell in English.
  -Hey, Tumb ba yumba, where are you going!
  Although in the virtual memory of the dream Stalin-Putin had previously known English only slightly above the level of the average school program, on this unusual night everything came surprisingly easily and this language, once difficult for him, seemed simple and native. He answered as if he had spoken English all his life. Of course, there was an accent, but it is typical for Americans to speak English with an accent, besides, Stalin-Putin had already communicated quite a bit with the Yankees and understood many words, even without knowing the specific translation.
  - Excuse me, uncles, I have a great grief. My parents served here, and now they lie paralyzed or dead. My grandmother is seriously ill and asks that I fly to New York as soon as possible, she is afraid to die without seeing me. Uncles, please help, help me leave this terrible island and get to our beloved country. Stalin-Putin even cried.
  The security officer glanced at the Russian child with an inquisitive, appraising look. In the past, an experienced intelligence officer, and even now not a fan, he tried to match the words. The speech was a little strange, but the boy was strange too. In torn shorts with blood stains, in a torn and burnt T-shirt, holes so big that almost the whole body was visible. Bruises and abrasions were still visible on the body and face. Deep scratches and burns also had not yet disappeared. Stalin-Putin was also thinking hard, around the airfield high walls above them towers and live wire. At least to slip inside. The officer gave a sign to follow me. This is not a local, judging by the color of his eyes and hair, although the population is now mixed. Maybe this is our boy, how he suffered and was burned, poor thing. Inside the airport in the building there is a place, well, and then they will deal with him. He decided to bring the boy alone, he even wanted to console the child, how similar he was to his son, an American with German roots. Walking along the runway, he pointed out to the boy a row of planes. One of the machines, a plastic jet glider, stood separately from the others.
  - Don't worry, kid, we'll soon destroy this star vampire monster. Look at our amazing technology. This glider has no analogues in the world made of plastic and is invisible to radar. But it's unique not only in this, it has such a cool camouflage that you won't even see it with your eyes during the flight. It can take off vertically and land vertically. It's unique, an ideal reconnaissance aircraft, it's visible now while the cybernetic camouflage is not activated. Russia has nothing like it, a cool machine.
  -Yes, it"s great, but you and I can only dream about it and blink our eyes; it"s not for us.
  - Well, why, I'm an NSA officer and I have this electromagnetic key to start this wonderful machine. I was personally assigned to look after it.
  - Show him closer.
  -Please, you can even touch it.
  Stalin-Putin picked up the cybernetic rod with the launch program. Then, with regret, it was a pity to hit a generally good person, he kicked him in the temple. Officer Hans stood without a helmet, slightly bowing his head, and the blow was very fast and sharp. Due to the unexpected trajectory and speed, the officer did not have time to react and, having missed the "ration", fell like a tree. Stalin-Putin quickly opened the door of the hang glider and, acting intuitively, automatically launched the machine. The glider was easy to control, and the automatic camouflage was even easier to turn on. The glider took off vertically and silently, the guards did not open fire, who knows, the machine is a reconnaissance machine, maybe that's how it should be. It's even a shame that there was no shooting and pursuit, it would have been more interesting. Still, an interesting machine, also with a video review, only there is no usual glass. The cabin is not transparent, the entire view is provided by liquid crystals located around the movable chair. You don't see the landscape itself, but a screen image, and one processed by a computer. If you want, you can see it at night as if it were day, if you want, you can see everything in the infrared range, and if you want, you can calculate movement. The computer can enlarge the image, it can reduce it, it can do a lot. It's a cool machine, but the armament is weak. But there is a small laser. The alarm was raised at the base, the anti-aircraft guns were firing somewhere in the distance, blindly. The missiles are useless, there is nowhere to aim them. True, the fighters were raised in the air, but they are prowling blindly. A very clever camouflage system, the liquid crystal screen scans the image that the background landscape gives. An expensive thing, but effective. True, one hit and all the camouflage goes to hell. True, the glider itself is barely noticeable and you can't catch it on thermal radiation. The fighters are thrashing blindly, but luck is not on their side yet. He has long ago decided where to go. He needs to save his father, he himself doesn't know how yet, but he feels it and his confidence is growing that he can do it. And here is the prison ship "Dragon". More precisely, it is a huge military ship, only in the crew of this Russian cruiser, there are almost more Americans than Russians. The Russian sailors were driven into the cabins, and on the deck there are only Yankee soldiers. This plastic glider is a magnificent flying machine, it is not for nothing that the best scientists in the world work for America. The landing on the deck of the cruiser "Dragon" went smoothly, without a single scratch. It is strange that he landed this machine on the deck so confidently, having no experience in flying airplanes. Something is changing in him, and changing for the better. A healthy, broad-shouldered special forces soldier stood in a semi-combat pose. His large machine gun with a long barrel was predatorily aimed at the glider. It seemed that the machine, as if it materialized in the air, appeared from nowhere. The fighter, judging by the emblem of the special group "Delta" was obviously ready for such a meeting and maintained an outward calm. His machine gun of the "Scorpion"-7 class was ready to empty the entire combat magazine. The combat machine gun was a formidable weapon, it had a larger caliber cartridge than the Kalashnikov, and a huge initial bullet velocity. The cartridge had a uranium core and a multi-layer feather tip. Even the armor of the armored personnel carrier could not withstand its penetrating power. This weapon had several firing modes, from a single shot to 15 shots per second. A special hydraulic shock absorber softened the recoil. The optical sight was mounted together with a computer and a night vision device. The computer enhanced the image, in addition, a dot flashed in the sight at the place where the bullet fell. The computer itself calculated the trajectory, taking into account all local features, including pressure, humidity, wind speed, etc. Due to the high density of the cartridge, the sighting range exceeded 3 kilometers. This auto-rifle had its drawbacks. Firstly, the price, secondly, the bulky dimensions, thirdly, the bullets themselves are heavy, it is hard to carry one 25 grams. One for special forces and commando fighters is not a pity.
  Stalin-Putin jumped out of the jet glider as easily as a butterfly. There was no time to chat when it was necessary to knock out a black man. The two-meter giant was also a black man and a very healthy one. Weight, somewhere around 140 kilograms. And he looks very much like his recent offender, both in face and skin. The same idiotic grin, he does not take Stalin-Putin seriously as an opponent. Like a cat, the boy leader jumped up sharply and quickly and with all his might charged the stab in the balls. The special forces soldier was standing very conveniently for the blow, he was even too lazy to block, thinking to knock down the white boy with one fofan. The blow made him howl and bend, the next blow was delivered with the other knee. At the moment of the blow, the barefoot boy grabbed the Delta fighter by the hair with his thin but strong hands, the special forces soldier had long since removed the armored helmet, who was there to be afraid of here. This strengthened the blow, allowing him to put his entire body weight into it. Then a couple of punches to the face, also with all his might, with body turns and legs. The Negro roared like a bull, it hurt, but he did not fall, he even tried to swing back. Stalin-Putin thought the special forces soldier's movements were sluggish, as if slowed down, he easily dodged the blows. Striking at the body was completely useless, the bulletproof vest absorbed all blows, and the face could only be reached by jumping. A very experienced fighter of the Delta group knew how to put up blocks. The American was getting more and more furious, having a black belt in karate and the title of master of sports in boxing, not being able to hit some barefoot boy is a disgrace for one of the best fighters in the USA. Taking his huge "Scorpion" in his hands, the Negro made a furious swing, intending to nail the enemy to the deck of the ship with a blow from the butt. Stalin-Putin caught the enemy's movement with an elegant move that he had once seen on TV. Using the enemy's weight and speed, he judo-flung his enemy. The movement was light and effortless, as if he had been practicing this throw for many years. The American crashed into the steel deck with a monstrous crash. The machine gun remained in Stalin-Putin's hands, and he quickly and with all his might slammed the titanium butts into the black man's heavy, blunt jaw. A whole handful of teeth flew out from the blow, and the Negro himself fell silent, no longer able to move. A couple of sentries, also from among the American special forces, raised their machine guns, and as soon as the boy's enemy fell, they opened fire. Joseph Stalin-Putin abruptly stepped aside, turned his machine gun around and fired a short burst. Both fighters of the Delta special forces fell, pierced by bullets from the formidable Scorpion-7. Heavy bullets with a uranium core easily pierced powerful bulletproof vests, even one such bullet was lethal and caused instant death. The Americans' return fire pierced the armored door of the cabin and killed another US Army soldier. The boy knew how to assemble and disassemble a machine gun, but he was an average shooter, but now he felt like Robin Hood. Having switched the machine gun to single-shot mode, he headed straight for the captain's cabin. It was a risky move, but how else could he find his father on such a huge cruiser, when he didn't know either the prison plan or the enemy soldiers' location. Special forces soldiers jumped out onto the deck from every crack. However, they were all waiting for a real attack, and no one paid attention to the half-naked boy: he had wisely stuffed the machine gun into a bag of washing powder. Several such bags were on the deck in advance so that in case of a sudden visit from the leadership, the deck could be quickly scrubbed. The cabin was covered by a heavy titanium door, and the deputy was coded, but not this time, the captain himself jumped out on the deck, the soldiers were shooting wherever they could, firing in the darkness, everyone's nerves were on edge, and the enemy was not visible. Stalin-Putin managed to jump into the cabin like a nimble mouse. Without wasting time, he quickly entered the central computer. Perhaps, out of laziness, the captain-jailer was too lazy to set up protection, and all data was received without any problems. It turned out that according to his alternative dream memories, his father was not sitting here alone, but with a whole regiment of Russian sailors. Sailors of the Russian Pacific squadron did not want to die for the sake of some interplanetary showdown. Let America get out of it itself, many openly expressed dissatisfaction with the fact that they were directly subordinated to NATO, or more precisely, the American command. They grabbed them in batches and put them in a prison cruiser with the symbolic name "Dragon". Of course, it was necessary to free the Russian people who were caught in prison chains. But how to achieve this, there is no chance to break through alone. Through the computer, you can remove the automatic lock on the doors between the cells, but the hatch from the prison compartment was closed with ordinary metal keys. He will free them. But this is not enough, what can unarmed sailors do in a fight with American commandos armed to the teeth. First of all, it is necessary to seize the arsenal with weapons, then the chances will be equalized, in addition, it is necessary to distract the enemy. After shooting, the special forces soldiers calmed down, it seemed that the enemy had disappeared. The powerful Apache helicopter made a turn, several American soldiers jumped into the reconnaissance glider. The American emblem calmed them down. In the captain's cabin there were several bazookas, as well as an emergency exit hatch. In the computer, they managed to find a detailed plan of the prison ship. All that was left was to get inside. Taking a rather impressive bazooka in his hands, Stalin-Putin carefully opened the cabin door, the special forces soldiers at that moment were tensely peering into the sea. The bazooka was one and a half times heavier than the Russian boy, but it seemed quite a manageable burden to him. He chose a place where the Delta soldiers were standing densely and fired a 50-kilogram charge. The recoil threw him back into the cabin. This saved his life, since several professional fighters, just in case, were also watching the rear. Machine gun fire pierced the heavy armor almost completely, but they did not manage to completely penetrate the titanium coating. The explosion scattered the soldiers, killed many, maimed others, the rest opened furious fire to kill. Having put the surviving bazookas in a combat position, Stalin-Putin carefully turned and opened the lower hatch. He was heading straight for the belly of the cruiser. He had a chance to free the prisoners in the confusion. Grabbing a bazooka and a Scorpion, the barefoot boy easily went down the stairs, making his way to the prison section. Only two soldiers were on duty at the entrance to the prison section. Stalin-Putin hesitated slightly with the heavy bazooka, and the guards managed to open fire. However, either fate was protecting Stalin-Putin, or the special forces reflexively fired, expecting to hit a heavier and higher enemy, but the bullets flew over his head, and two return shots were sniper-accurate. The guards were knocked down, but their fire was not in vain, a couple of bullets ricocheted, injuring his back and leg. Despite the pain, the boy still stood on his feet, the bazooka was also heavy, if you carry it for a long time, he had to take it off his shoulder and put it on the metal. There was a vague noise and muffled thuds behind the thick armored door. How to open the doors, it was dangerous to fire a bazooka inside the ship, and the guards didn't have the keys to the main prison entrance. But they had radios, and what if...
  - Hello, we are the security guards of the "Cloak" sector. A terrorist has planted a plastic bomb in the sector where the prisoners are. He wants to blow up the ship and make us quarrel with Russia. Send reinforcements!
  Maybe something could have aroused their suspicions, but they arrived at the scene of the call with a fast cobra. Stalin-Putin barely managed to hide in a small fire-fighting box. The commando fighters flew into the corridor, professionally pressing themselves against the wall of the corridor. Two separated from the general mass, and with quick, precise movements opened the lock. Then several fighters jumped inside, the rest opened fire on the prisoners. Fortunately, the sailors were not simpletons, and most of them lay in their cells, bullets whistled along the prison corridor, killing those who were too bold. Stalin-Putin did not remember himself from rage, on the move, switching the "Scorpion" to forced fire mode, he opened fire on the insolent Yankees. The Americans did not expect this, but reacted quickly and professionally. However, fighting in a limited space is difficult because it is very difficult to fire to kill without hitting your own. The boy fell into a state of wild frenzy, jumping from one soldier to another, tearing in machine guns, and changing firing points. It is very difficult to kill him without hitting his own, and at first they tried to simply knock some kid down with blows. But Stalin-Putin's speed was already exceeding human limits. In addition, captured Russian sailors intervened in the battle, they did not have weapons, but there were more of them, and they fought for their own pride and freedom. Pillows, mattresses, chairs were thrown at the Americans, preventing them from accurately aiming, creating new targets. And most of the special forces fighters were still on the deck, expecting a sudden blow from there. A group of American special forces fighters was destroyed, and the three survivors were tied up by the freed, rebellious sailors. Stalin-Putin received several more scratches during the battle, but avoided being shot through the bones. The excitement was so great that he did not feel pain or loss of blood. The Russian sailors quickly armed themselves with captured weapons. Most of the sailors were still unarmed. The boy gave orders to the rebels in a clear commanding voice.
  - Let the strongest and most skilled put on body armor and the uniform of the American commandos and follow me to the arsenal, let the rest follow, the captured weapons will immediately be at your disposal.
  It may seem strange, but no one objected to this idea. Even senior officers unanimously supported it. However, the senior in rank, Captain 1st Rank Koloskov, said:
  - In wartime, the leader is the one with the highest rank. That's why I repeat the order to storm the arsenal. This boy helped us to free ourselves, and I appoint him as my assistant. His orders are now equal in force to mine. And now we begin what we should have begun much earlier: killing these filthy, dirty Yankees.
  The sailors shouted approvingly in response and rushed into battle. Stalin-Putin was the first to rush to the arsenal. Several sailors dressed as American fighters barely kept up with the boy. Several US soldiers who accidentally got in the way were shot on the spot. Four hours at the arsenal were also killed in a split second. The previously killed US special forces had keys to all the rooms of the cruiser "Dragon", and Stalin-Putin had turned off the computer code in the captain's central cabin. The Americans were let down by their excessive self-confidence, they were absolutely unprepared for a serious fight on a ship they considered their own. Now they too had to fight in unfavorable conditions for themselves. There were more captured sailors than American jailers. The cruiser was also Russian, only slightly re-equipped for the Americans. The battle engulfed almost the entire ship. There was more than enough weaponry in the arsenal, and the anger at the Americans had accumulated beyond all measure. The rebellious sailors fired from all the cracks, rushed into hand-to-hand combat. Some used their teeth. Some of the rebels changed into American uniforms, and actively took advantage of this. Stalin-Putin was completely intoxicated and seized by the wonderful delight of a bloody battle. Shooting and walking along numerous winding corridors resembled a computer game. But here everything was much brighter and louder and more natural. And the blood was real and the corpses were quite real, the shots could easily kill. Despite the wounds and blood loss, Stalin-Putin maintained lightning-fast reactions and speed, and whenever American special forces soldiers got in his way, he managed to hit the enemy first. However, the outcome of the battle was still doubtful, the Americans were not such weaklings that they would just give up the victory. Sailors also died in the hundreds, and the scales continued to tip.
  . CHAPTER #18.
  The special forces detachment of Lvivitsa girls moved west after taking Zhitomir. They had to occupy all the territories in the West of Ukraine, so that Poland and Hungary wouldn't get ahead of them. The girls moved in their infantry fighting vehicles, with fourth-generation armor.
  Elena, jumping up in a combat vehicle with guns, sang:
  Believe me, warriors know no fear,
  They attack with a deadly gallop, believe me...
  And nature will be, believe me, in a magnificent May,
  And even a powerful and furious beast will become tame!
  And the girls laughed. The Ukrainians even west of Zhitorim hung out tricolor and red flags, and the troops surrendered. So the girls decided to have fun with a computer game on their smartphones. For example, to play a strategy game for five. Quite simple - at first, five beautiful girls-workers and a thousand units of various resources are given, and then a public center is built that produces new workers, and additional funds are obtained primarily for war and development.
  And here the bare heels of the working girls flashed. First of all, we need to do something that will produce new workers, and the rest will follow.
  Elena remarked with a sweet smile:
  - Yes, as always, a game. And what's new in this strategy?
  Zoya, with a smile that was no less radiant, answered:
  - First of all, it's a very large map. There are seas, rivers, and straits, you start with five, and you can churn out millions of units.
  Victoria logically stated:
  - It's not the number of units that makes a game valuable, but whether it's interesting!
  After building the community centers, of course, they built a mill - food is needed to grow new units. To make the game develop faster, the girls synchronously applied the cheater's code, increasing the various resources to ten thousand. And they immediately began to build another community center to produce workers faster. And again, the bare heels of the girls flash. And they are very well drawn by computer graphics, they can be enlarged, and admire the muscular bodies in only a bikini. Well, of course, this is clearly a version of the game for men, so solid representatives of the fair sex. Even when they built the barracks, gorgeous girls in short skirts and narrow strips of fabric on their chests began to jump out of it.
  And at the moment with muskets.
  Elizabeth grimaced:
  - Primitive!
  Zoya suggested:
  - Let's create a military academy and start modernization.
  Indeed, first we need to build a power plant, then an academy of sciences, and a market, and only then a military academy. So the work is going full steam ahead.
  The girls giggled and controlled both the mouse and the joystick. They built barracks, stables, wells, extracted oil, coal, stone, iron, gold, copper and other things. Really, how exciting it is. And the battles are in full swing. More precisely, not yet, you still have to get to the next map.
  At the same time, the port is being built. And there are improvements in the Academy of Sciences. For example, Elena primarily increased the speed of production of young workers, and Elizabeth carried out melioration so that more food would be produced.
  Nadezhda noted:
  - Yes, we build for the sake of war. How vulgar it is to fight and destroy!
  Zoya chirped:
  We do not live for war,
  People are strong through friendship!
  We do not live for war,
  People are strong through friendship!
  And the girls continued playing and sang:
  - The sun is laughing,
  Shines brightly for children...
  There's sun in every puddle,
  There's wind in every cloud!
  The game was developing. Tank factories and aircraft factories were being built. And of course, the infantry was being modernized. First muskets, then rifles with bayonets, and then assault rifles. That was the aggressive layout. And the economy was growing. Wells were being dug deeper, and more and more workers were being driven into them. And the fleet was being built. Everything was as it should be: aircraft carriers and battleships, everything was in use. More precisely, both aircraft carriers and battleships initially required upgrading in the war academy. And this requires huge funds. And the girls used the cheater code every now and then, in another version, one hundred thousand of all resources at once. After which, not sailing vessels were sailing on the sea, but powerful, steel ships. This really turned out extremely cool and aggressive. Well, the girls will not flinch. They will fight as they did before.
  And now the first clashes are already at sea. After all, the girls will be beaten by the oceans.
  In addition, there are additional opportunities to improve the economy. In food, in addition to mineral fertilizers, there is a remedy against rodents, simple selection, a remedy against insects, agricultural equipment, tractors, soil electrolysis. But the most powerful in five hundred percent growth of the harvest is genetic modification. And after that there are no problems with food. However, there is the construction of temples, which affects the production of weapons, the extraction of minerals and harvests. Moreover, there is some kind of paganism here. There is also the god of war - the temples of Mars and if you arrange festivals for him, then the enemy's losses will increase, and yours will decrease. By the way, Venus increases both the speed of production of new units and the speed of work of old ones.
  These are especially true of all modern military-economic strategies, and this one most closely resembles a more complex and advanced version of the "Entente" and partly the empire of "Earth". But the scale is colossal. More and more new ports and shipyards are being built. And technologies that speed up the construction of ships and submarines.
  All new territories were being developed. In some places there were land borders and the warriors sent infantry and tanks, self-propelled guns and various equipment along them. In particular, there were various types of tracked vehicles. It was even possible to build real land battleships with batteries of guns. Moreover, some of the barrels were simply gigantic. Jet bomb throwers were also used - also not a weak weapon.
  Well, the infantry was derailed without any pity or ceremony. And that also looked monstrous. Electronic ranks really are going into psychic attacks. And they are lying down right under machine guns. Which can be said to be simply awful. And howitzers are pounding, and artillery of great power. And tanks are breaking through with a large amount of active armor. They are pushing forward into the offensive.
  Here, by the way, it might be more practical to use light tankettes. They are fast and harder to hit, especially with large-caliber guns. And you can also use cluster munitions, which are very effective against infantry. This is, let's say, a deadly effect. You can say it directly - strangulation and destruction.
  In the computer game in the military academy you can run and improve the equipment many times. In particular, put bulletproof vests on the infantry. And the more expensive the bulletproof vests, the better they protect, so you can run them many times.
  Cavalry is also available, but it quickly becomes irrelevant. How about attacking on motorcycles? Or on something lighter?
  The girls were so carried away by the game that they woke up only when their infantry fighting vehicles started shooting. Apparently they relaxed too early. Ahead were NATO tanks and self-propelled guns. And also some Ukrainian units. Among them was the Galicia division, consisting of seasoned nationalists and armed with NATO weapons. This was already the western part of Ukraine - a stronghold of the Banderites, and it was obvious that it would not be given up so easily.
  The girls instantly regrouped and returned fire with laser guns.
  The shells hit the BMP, and the girls were bruised and screaming loudly.
  It seems they were up against superior forces. And one of the captured female intelligence officers was being actively interrogated in Lviv prison.
  The girl was barely eighteen and her name was Zina Portnova.
  In handcuffs and leg irons she was led into a room for a personal search where bright spotlights and mirrors were burning.
  A woman in a police uniform carefully removed the shackles from the captive beauty.
  She was first thoroughly searched by four female guards in the presence of two male officers, who put thin rubber gloves on her hands.
  And without any ceremony they began to strip Zina of her clothes and shoes. The girl had already been searched during her arrest, and her fashionable boots had already been felt, and then she was allowed to put them on again, but now the search was total.
  Zina felt both ashamed and hurt when her still muscular, naked body was being kneaded by the hands of strong guards, and the gloves smelled of rubber. They stuck their fingers in her mouth so that she almost threw up, pressed on her navel, felt her breasts so that bruises remained.
  But the most humiliating and painful thing was getting into intimate places. And the gloves were deliberately not lubricated with Vaseline, although jars were available. And it was both physically painful and brutally humiliating.
  From the wild pain in her womb and anus, where the fat women's large fingers were picking around, which was literally torn apart by powerful paws, and even blood appeared, Zina screamed and burst into tears. Her strong, unfemininely developed guards held her, the video was being recorded, and the male SBU officers were literally licking their lips - what a sight!
  The search was also torture. All the girl's orifices were roughly felt, and every centimeter of skin was checked from her head, where her hair was combed, to her bare feet. They checked between her toes, and tickled her bare soles, slightly roughened from martial arts, with gloved hands.
  After a meticulous and humiliating search, the girl was taken to another room. They X-rayed her and began photographing her face first in profile, full face, half sideways and from behind. And then they photographed her entire body, carefully copying down all her moles and even protruding veins.
  They took fingerprints from her hands and bare feet, both her whole body and each finger separately. They took fingerprints from her lips. They took impressions from her teeth, and this procedure took time, because they took impressions from all her teeth and from each one separately. It's good that she didn't have a single filling at eighteen, otherwise they would have started picking at her. And they started taking impressions from her ears in plasticine.
  Then they made prints of her naked breasts, also shaped ones.
  Then they took her to another room, where they started to insert a probe through her anus, checking her intestines. X-raying them...
  They also checked her nasopharynx. Also with the help of thin umbrellas, each nostril and so on to the lungs.
  And they also X-rayed my stomach. That was really cool and a big test.
  Then Zina Portnova was checked again in the gynecological chair and several smears were taken.
  But that was only the beginning. When the naked girl was rinsed under streams of warm water, having been sprinkled with chlorine before, Zina sighed with relief. Indeed, now they would take her to a cell where she would sleep it off. God willing, alone. And then? Russian troops were advancing quickly, and soon she would be freed, and maybe even awarded some kind of medal for courage as a martyr.
  But the dream of a cozy cell did not come true. Without letting him get dressed, and having looked into his mouth once more, and having felt him up yet again, the guards sent Zina Portnov to the interrogation room.
  There was already a bed waiting for her. The naked girl was laid on a special bed and her arms, legs and neck were secured in special clamps. And sharp spikes painfully dug into the girl's bare, tanned, muscular back.
  Thus began the painful interrogation. Women in white coats and men in police uniforms began to make preparations. They attached electrodes to intimate places, and to the bosom of Venus, and the anus and chest, and brought them to the tongue. But so that it did not interfere with speaking.
  After which Colonel Petukhov began asking questions, and simultaneously the recording was turned on, including the video. And the current was turned on in the device. At first, a small force. But as Zina Portnova began to moan:
  - No! I won't tell!
  The current grew stronger. And the pain increased. The girl became literally crimson from suffering.
  But she stubbornly moaned:
  - No! I won't tell!
  A fat woman in a white coat turned the switch with her gloved hand and the discharges became even stronger, even smoke began to pour out of her skin, crimson with pain and suffering.
  Zina's face twisted and she lost consciousness...
  The colonel noted:
  - She tolerates pain well... Her own pain, but what if she tried someone else's! Bring her to her senses and deliver a cuter boy to the interrogation room !
  The executioners rushed to carry out the colonel's order. Yes, the methods of work are clearly SS-like.
  And the girls who tried to break through to Lvov encountered large forces. Several divisions with tanks and self-propelled guns, in front of them. And there they poured shells so thickly that even the fourth generation armor could not withstand. And the girls retreated.
  Two infantry fighting vehicles were destroyed, and the first victims and dead beauties.
  And the rest of the cars rushed back. And the girls were forced to ask for reinforcements. This is a really alarming situation. Elena was also wounded, a piece of shrapnel hit her bare sole, chirping:
  - To a new battle!
  Elizabeth confirmed:
  - There is no war without casualties!
  The lioness's battalion retreated on high-speed infantry vehicles. It's good that they are much faster than NATO tanks and self-propelled guns. But the threat did not pass, F-16s began to attack them from the air , very dangerous machines. And they launched missiles, air-to-ground. The girls fired laser guns in response, and they shot down these gifts. But as it turned out, the lasers were discharged and could still shoot down missiles, but they were powerless against aircraft, and especially tanks.
  But in any case, at least the girls survived and continued to retreat, taking advantage of their speed advantage.
  They had already called for reinforcements. And the children's special forces were rushing to help them. And his disc-planes were the fastest flying machines in Russia and could even reach speeds of up to ten machs (ten times the speed of sound!) in the atmosphere.
  And so, like Chip and Dale, they rushed to help. Some of them stayed near Kiev to prevent anyone from escaping from the city, and some moved at maximum speed to help the girls.
  Oleg and Alina turned on the planes first from the unter-chronoblaster. And Arkasha and Alisa turned on the unter-graviomagnetic wave, which caused the ejection device in the planes to operate. As a result, the pilots turned into first-graders, and instead of crashing, they ejected.
  It looked great. The waves of the Unter-Chronoblaster were almost invisible, and resembled rays of light, which could only be seen at night, or on a cloudy day. They gave people youth and even childhood. However, the pilots were mostly young anyway, and it was too early for them to dream about childhood. True, one of them was a gray-haired veteran who had fought in Vietnam. And he was really inspired, and laughed with joy. How good he felt.
  It's even surprising that such an old pilot was allowed to fly. But as they say, all's well that ends well. And here it's not even an end, but a turned page and then a new, cheerful, childish life.
  Oleg smacked his lips and sang:
  - Hello again childhood,
  Once again our dashing youth...
  The remedy will keep you young forever,
  Let it disappear forever, believe me, stupidity,
  And let the sacred dream come true!
  The aircraft were the first to fail. Three of the newest F-35 fighters also suddenly became covered in a scattering of flowers and began to fall, and the boys ejected. They were fine in shorts, except that their bare, childish little feet were freezing.
  And then the child geniuses switched to the enemy's tanks and infantry fighting vehicles.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - It is not good to kill people, even bad ones. It is especially inappropriate if children destroy the living. That is why we have come up with such a super-humane way to neutralize opponents!
  Alina noted with a sigh:
  - Yes, but we used to have to kill too. We are not just children, we are child monsters!
  Arkasha answered with a sigh:
  - Almost everyone we killed were bad guys, but... They could have had good children who were crying over losing their father. When you start thinking about it, your soul becomes disgusted and dreary. - And the boy in the special helmet made a sad face.
  Indeed, the Unter-Chronoluchi worked like powerful magic. Adults became children, preserving both their memory and personality, but at the same time they became cheerful and not at all evil. The boys did not even fight, but danced or played harmlessly.
  This is roughly how it looks in children's paradise. Or when Baptist children play - they usually behave more decorously, since they believe in paradise and are especially afraid of hell. But Baptists and other Protestants have hell for children, and even books are published on this topic.
  And here the boys and much rarer girls are very friendly and their faces are like those of little angels, so cute. And even the black soldiers, such pleasant-looking little blacks with dazzling white teeth have become.
  The tanks turned into either lush bushes or luxurious cakes, or even pastries. And they were also top-notch. And there was no bloodshed. And the armored personnel carriers turned into chocolates, with a magnificent honey and condensed milk filling.
  And the children stamped their bare, little feet and had fun. How idyllic it all was. The non-chrono-radiation worked as if on cue.
  Alice noticed:
  - This is how wars are won! Not by violence, but by intelligence and high technology.
  Oleg answered with a chuckle:
  - Better advanced technologies than backward ideologies!
  And the children laughed again for the umpteenth time and stuck out their tongues.
  But in the torture basement of the Lvov prison, the interrogation of intelligence officer Zina Portnova continued.
  This time they brought in a boy named Sashka. He was a handsome teenager of about thirteen or fourteen. The female executioners in white coats grinned carnivorously.
  Zina Portnova came to her senses and looked around in fear.
  The colonel bared his teeth and said:
  - You tolerate your own pain well! But let's see how you can handle someone else's!
  A middle-aged woman in a white coat and dark glasses ordered:
  - Take the boy! Undress him!
  Young women in white coats and gloves, resembling nurses, threw themselves on Sashka. They tore the clothes off the frightened teenager rather roughly, twisted his arms back and screwed them with wires like a rack. Then they began to raise his tied hands up. The tanned, muscular, sinewy body of the handsome, fair-haired, box-cut boy twisted. The veins tensed, and Sashka groaned in pain. They also screwed his bare feet with wire. They began to twist them at unnatural angles. They stretched the ligaments, plus another of the women, who looked like a nurse, lit a candle and brought the flame to the boy's bare heel.
  The little fire licked the pink sole, and a blister began to swell. The boy screamed louder, but immediately clenched his teeth, and desperately began to try to keep from moaning.
  The colonel said harshly:
  - You see, Zinochka! We will torture this innocent boy to death if you don't tell us anything! And if you give us the addresses and passwords, tell us the details of your mission, we will let him go, and you will get an American passport and live like a queen in Miami! There will be money, a house and a villa, many different cars.
  Zina muttered:
  - You scumbags can't be trusted. You'll kill the boy anyway, you don't need another witness to your crimes. And you'll liquidate me after pumping out everything you need!
  The colonel grinned and objected:
  - It is profitable for us to encourage betrayal! Sometimes traitors have more than those who stand to the end and to the death!
  Zina exclaimed with fury:
  - I won't tell you anything anyway! A Russian girl will never be a traitor!
  The colonel growled:
  - Fry this boy's heels!
  This time, they didn't bring candles to Sashka's bare soles, they lit gas burners. However, the women in white coats burned very skillfully, so that it would hurt, but the skin on the boy's feet would not burn completely. Instead, it would be covered with small blisters. They even smeared the boy's feet with Vaseline, and now he was literally choking with wild pain. This was truly cruel torture, surpassing the barbarity of the executioners of the Middle Ages.
  Zina exclaimed in rage:
  You are the offspring of Sodom,
  Executioners of freedom, genius and glory...
  They broke all the canons of the law,
  Before you is the court and the truth - everyone be silent!
  The colonel waved his hand:
  - Fry her heels too - let her howl!
  The executioners, smiling maliciously, brought gas burners to the girl's bare soles. And they began to burn with even greater enthusiasm. But the girl not only managed to hold back her moans and tears, but even sang with greater enthusiasm:
  A naked girl hung on the rack,
  And before she was a great queen...
  Now the slave girl is barefoot with chains,
  Here is fate, like life, like a needle!
  
  The same thing happens in the world sometimes,
  I was there, but at the top, and now in the darkness...
  In purple, scarlet, and became naked,
  And there is no place for you on Earth now!
  
  Well, what about fortune's grins?
  When the king turns into zero...
  Sometimes the whole world is not enough for you,
  Then comes the sad role!
  
  So it turned out that pirates attacked,
  The palace is under attack by a stinking crowd...
  I believe that the uncountable will come to their senses,
  And we will cope with this without counting the horde!
  
  I don't know why he throws the swing like that,
  Now up, then higher cascade...
  And you can plow the shallows of the beach with your stern,
  Or maybe it"s a truly demonic arrangement!
  
  Well, what about the executioner, there's no point in being a bazaar here,
  You can't lecture an idiot...
  Sometimes people solve problems with their throats,
  An enraged demon is going on the attack!
  
  Well, princess, you have to suffer painfully,
  The fire caresses the soles of the brazier...
  And I want to scream at the top of my lungs,
  But I can"t cope with this girl alone!
  
  Oh Gods of Olympus, help me,
  Save me from the rack, the whip and the fire...
  You all will spare the naked girl,
  Here's an invoice, a penalty has accrued!
  
  Well, did the beauty get the whip?
  The executioner burned the chest with a red-hot rod...
  But this girl has a huge power hidden in her,
  Although there is often sorrowful crying!
  
  Well, is this war going to be serious?
  It's not just fire that will burn my heels...
  Believe me, it's not too late to dream about your loved one,
  The enemy can be so tough sometimes!
  
  Well, now that I am crucified on the rack,
  And they beat the girl with a barbed whip...
  The executioner burned the heels with the red-hot end,
  And my chest already begins to groan!
  
  The inquisitors tortured me for a long time,
  Broke all the toes on my bare feet...
  They acted, as you can see, vilely,
  You can't express this in sad verses!
  
  But the bastards still lowered the rack,
  And they wiped my body with alcohol and water...
  The lounger was lowered onto the soft straw,
  They just left the girl naked!
  
  I thought that I would end my days at the stake,
  That they will burn you like a witch in a hot fire...
  Or a stake will drill into my butt,
  They will send the beauty into captivity to Satan!
  
  Apparently the inquisitors need money,
  They took us to the slave market...
  And without leaving a single thread of clothing,
  Only the hair is decorated like a cream cake!
  
  The men looked lustfully and greedily,
  They couldn't find a better beauty...
  The infidels' eyes burned brightly,
  I look no more than twenty years old!
  
  Of course, everyone wanted to make love,
  And press the girl's strong body...
  Even though this may only end in pain,
  I myself began to tremble with desire!
  
  For a whole bag of golden ducats,
  They gave the girl to the Sultan for the harem...
  If they didn"t break you, neither the whip nor the roll,
  And the main ruler is cooler than a peer!
  
  Well, why is the girl bored in the harem?
  Although great luxury clearly reigns in it...
  The girl then won the lottery,
  Such a stunning golden view!
  
  But finally she is in the Sultan's box,
  Gave birth to an heir - that's a move...
  And the girl of the world, believe me, is not enough,
  She is ready to put legions to death!
  
  The Sultan has already died, she is an X-ray artist,
  She decided to take revenge on the executioners forever...
  The girl now has great hope,
  And now you can see anything on your shoulders!
  
  The infidel hordes are heading to Europe,
  The Ottomans are already approaching Rome in a crowd...
  The sultana girl cast a proud glance,
  She stepped on the throat with her mighty foot!
  
  The monarchs of Europe kiss her shoes,
  The Pope himself will not rise from his knees in Rome...
  And the Ottomans beat the priests,
  Now the inquisitors have been captured!
  
  Well, it looks like retribution has been accomplished,
  The girl is now at the pinnacle of success quite...
  She will now apparently give you mercy,
  And there are no more beautiful places on Earth!
  
  So, executioners, don"t rush to torture,
  Today she's naked on the rack, and tomorrow she's a king...
  And it"s better not to tempt your fortune,
  She used to be a victim, but now she's cool!
  
  So if the conscience of the cat is still left,
  Get me off the rack quickly...
  I can forgive you just a little bit,
  Here's the invoice, and a penalty has accrued!
  
  In short, she laughed to spite the executioners,
  And she showed them her long tongue...
  The rope on the rack has now broken,
  Under my bare feet the flame of the fire had already died down!
  . CHAPTER #19.
  Natasha, Margarita, Aurora, Svetlana and other girls from the Medveditsy special forces battalion landed in Odessa. Now they slapped their bare, sharpened feet along its streets. They were greeted with joy. The city was full of tricolor and red flags.
  The girls were wearing only bikinis. A warm wind blew from the south, and it was sunny, and almost warm. Many of the children were barefoot, too, and their little feet were stomping through the puddles. You could say the weather was lovely.
  Natasha remarked with a sweet look:
  - How wonderful it is when you are greeted as a liberator! It is simply wonderful to bring joy to people!
  Aurora, whose copper-red hair fluttered in the wind like the banner with which the proletarians marched on the heroic storming of the Winter Palace, remarked:
  - Still, when you win without any effort or struggle, it"s not so interesting!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - And a computer game where you just exterminate a helpless enemy is honestly not fun! After all, the real point of war games is to overcome difficulties. And not just shoot and take cities!
  Svetlana nodded in agreement:
  - Yes, the game is too easy, not so interesting! But this is war and real life, not a game!
  However, there was some entertainment. Ten Banderovites were hanged by the throat in the city center. A couple of boys who distinguished themselves in zealous nationalism were punished by public flogging.
  They were flogged naked, and the boys suffered not only from pain, but also from humiliation. But this is still entertainment of average attractiveness. Another boy who threw a stone at a Russian soldier was shaved bald on the spot with a machine and sent to a children's labor colony. In addition, a female sniper was flogged, also having all her clothes torn off. A very pleasant spectacle, especially for men.
  Natasha noted with a smile:
  - What an attraction!
  Margarita remarked with a smile:
  - Yes, and what an attraction! The spectacle is simply superb!
  Aurora chirped:
  - Oh, come on! It would be better to watch martial arts! And here they are whipping a naked woman! Who needs that!
  The flogging was really cruel, so much so that blood even flowed from the girl's striped back. She was unlucky to fall under the heavy hand of the executioner. And then, of course, prison and a women's labor camp.
  Natasha took it and noted:
  - Spank him and then send him to prison? That's even a bit vulgar!
  Margarita nodded:
  - I would prefer to just be spanked!
  The city began public celebrations in connection with its liberation from the Nazis - as the propaganda said. The local garrison surrendered without a fight. Yes, it was too easy. The border with Moldova was not far away. And they said that it should also be freed from Western influence. There were other ideas, too. Including a campaign in Romania and even Berlin.
  Aurora took some free cotton candy for herself and noted:
  - We have a sweet life!
  Natasha nodded:
  - Let there be communism now!
  Margarita took it and sang:
  I believe, our precious Ilyich,
  Will you be able to break the chain of fascism...
  The people will hear the proletarian cry,
  The era of happiness and communism will come!
  Svetlana noted with a smile:
  - Not a bad verse. But what does Vladimir Ilyich Lenin have to do with it? He died a long time ago!
  Natasha objected, stamping her bare foot angrily:
  - No! Comrade Lenin is immortal!
  Aurora giggled and noted:
  - Immortal like Dostoevsky! Remember what Behemoth said!
  Svetlana took it and giggled:
  - Or maybe a hippopotamus will start singing something!
  And the girls burst out laughing... What a wonderful ringing laugh and voices they have. And the folk festivities continue. Here children are really fighting - boys and girls in gloves. The first fights are held by the youngest and lightest athletes. And they wave their bare, small, children's feet, trying to hit each other in the face. At the same time, there is no malice or hatred - they are extremely friendly. And they smile.
  Natasha also noted, her eyes sparkling:
  - Friendly sparring!
  Margarita confirmed:
  - As they say, a master's craft fears a master's craft!
  Aurora chirped:
  - We can fight in the ring too!
  Svetlana grinned:
  - We can, but we can"t fight with children!
  The warriors watched the show. There was an attraction where they pushed a two-pound weight over their heads. A powerful two-meter special forces soldier pushed it out like a feather. The children around were making noise and pointing their fingers.
  Natasha noted:
  - Boring performance!
  Margarita agreed:
  - It's not aesthetically pleasing at all!
  A shirtless teenager also ran up and began pushing a weight over his head. He did it quite energetically, and his smooth, lightly tanned skin glistened with sweat.
  Aurora licked her lips:
  - Nice boy! How do you like him?
  Natasha giggled and replied:
  - Not a bad man! But you know, for such young people there is an article!
  Margarita noted:
  - We are special forces heroines - they will get us off the hook!
  Svetlana objected:
  - I wouldn't be so self-confident!
  The boy couldn't resist and dropped the weight, breathing heavily. Nevertheless, he won applause from the audience.
  Aurora - this red-haired bitch also tried to push the weight, and she did pretty well. She was wearing only a bikini, and her fiery hair was so bright that it seemed like the Olympic torch was burning. And the girl's abs were like chocolate bars.
  One of the barefoot boys was so inspired that he chirped:
  The fire is the brightest flame,
  My love is burning...
  Even though the enemy is cunning and treacherous,
  But it will be broken!
  
  The Horde is rushing into attack with a predatory spirit,
  The enemy will get it in the snout...
  We will open a stormy account of victories,
  And to you, donkeys, tobacco!
  And the children applauded. It all looked very funny. Aurora even took off her thin bra, revealing nipples the color of overripe strawberries. The policeman actually whistled, and Natasha shouted:
  - Cover your chest - there are children here!
  Aurora threw her bra over her head with one hand and sang:
  Know that it is dangerous to contact Russians,
  In Russia, every warrior from the nursery...
  Therefore the fighter went on in vain,
  The dashing villain sharpened his axe in vain!
  Aurora won the weightlifting competition and received an intermediate prize - a gilded medal on the back of which was a statue of Hercules strangling a snake. The other she-bears could also show themselves, but the bear friends were divided into different types of competitions. Natasha rode a bicycle race, Margarita jumped on trampolines, and Svetlana threw a spear. The girls received a medal each. They drank Coca-Cola with ice and a chocolate cocktail, and began to discuss how to have fun next.
  Aurora noted:
  - We need to have some fun in fights without rules! We can do it!
  Margarita suggested:
  - Maybe we should watch a movie?
  Natasha giggled and replied:
  - You can watch a movie on your smartphone!
  The girl with gold leaf hair countered:
  - Not so with a smartphone! It needs to have a big screen. Everything looks much more impressive on it. For example, Star Wars in the cinema is wonderful! Watching it is pure pleasure!
  The girls wanted to say something else and argue when they heard the roar of a siren. Such a piercing...
  Natasha muttered:
  - This is probably an exercise!
  Aurora giggled and sang:
  It won't be long before the fields are overgrown with grass,
  And the city thought: there are exercises going on!
  The siren's wail became more piercing. And the crackle of anti-aircraft gunfire could be heard.
  The girls' faces changed. Margarita said:
  - Enemy air raid!
  Aurora giggled and noted:
  - I see! We wanted adventures and war, and we got it!
  Natasha squeaked:
  - We will show ourselves yet!
  There was a roar - the first heavy bomb fell. It thundered and knocked out the windows of dozens of buildings. Frightened children's and women's screams were heard.
  Svetlana exclaimed:
  - This is NATO aviation! Girls, it's time for us to go!
  And bare heels flashed, the warriors rushed to their combat helicopters. And bombs began to fall on Odessa like hail. Of course, some of the land mines and cluster munitions hit Russian troops, but most of the victims were among the civilian population - both women and children suffered. The number of killed and wounded quickly reached hundreds.
  But then Russian fighters and children's special forces disc aircraft appeared in the sky. A little late, when the armada of NATO vultures had already managed to drop bombs on Odessa.
  Houses, including multi-story buildings, collapsed, masses of people died, and fires broke out.
  Natasha, whose bare heels were being baked by the fire as she ran, took up and chirped:
  The explosions thundered,
  The grace has ended!
  Stop showing your backs -
  Time to kill enemies!
  And here is Oleg Rybachenko - this mutant boy took and released a swarm of micro-drones-kamikazes on the enemy. Since bombs were dropped on a peaceful city, the child geniuses did not give the enemy any mercy.
  Even Alina, the girl with a heart of gold, sang:
  Don't spare NATO,
  Destroy these bastards...
  Like crushing bedbugs,
  Beat them like cockroaches!
  And the swarm fell upon the alliance's aircraft. There were more than a hundred of them, mostly American machines. That's how total extermination began. Each micro-drone contained a millionth of a gram of antimatter, or twenty kilograms of select TNT. And this landmine hits like a charm. And most importantly, there were many thousands of micro-drones. And they fell upon the NATO machines with colossal force.
  Olezhka sang with a smile:
  The enemy thinks in vain,
  What can break the Russians...
  He who dares attacks in battle,
  We will beat our enemies furiously!
  The battle in the sky looked terrible. NATO bombers and attack aircraft were literally torn apart. Deadly gifts of annihilation were piercing them, and the planes were destroyed without even letting the pilots jump out. That's how the chaos began. The children were in a hurry to prevent NATO, led by the USA, from destroying the city of Odessa. And they flew in a whole cloud. More than a hundred planes were destroyed in a few seconds.
  But the genius children were a little late. And many bombs managed to fall on the city.
  Oleg, the boy genius, sang in anger:
  Under the pretext of humanist goals,
  To build paradise on earth...
  Biden has gone down the path of fascism,
  The bastard built a temple to Satan!
  
  Where children used to have fun,
  A mountain of bloody bodies grew...
  There is no scarier place on the planet,
  The world is about to be re-divided!
  The child's blood runs down his cheek,
  His life was cut short...
  The girl's head rolled back -
  Her mother is burning nearby!
  
  They bomb day and night without stopping,
  Without shame or pity...
  Agree, this sounds strange,
  Ukraine is being wiped out by the USA!
  
  The girl burns from napalm,
  Her mother was covered with earth...
  NATO members are waging war humanely,
  The family is destroyed at once!
  
  Like the Nazis, NATO soldiers,
  They exterminate women and children...
  Evil executioners and enemies,
  You won't be able to put chains on the Slavs!
  
  At night and from a great distance,
  You started bombing Ukraine...
  But the vandals will receive their retribution,
  We will beat the barbarians hard!
  
  The Slavs cannot bear this humiliation,
  We are all for Ukraine...
  We will not tolerate insults any longer,
  Let's crush the enemy with a steel hand!
  
  There are three hundred million of us Slavs,
  We have always known how to fight...
  Hitler was cast into the hell of Sodom,
  Let's kick Biden's sides too!
  
  If we all join hands,
  We will be able to crush the Pentagon...
  Let us awaken from hellish oblivion,
  Our pride in NATO cannot be killed!
  That's how the genius boy sang, and the other children took it up. And about one hundred and twenty-five planes were destroyed along with the pilots. This time there was no mercy for anyone. Instead of turning into children - the body into ashes, and the soul into hell.
  The terminator girls from the bear battalion didn't even have time to rise into the sky before the NATO vultures were quickly killed.
  Natasha stamped her bare foot in annoyance and said:
  - Nimble and fast,
  You'll become a minister...
  With honor and sword -
  You'll become a vagabond!
  Margarita noted:
  - NATO vultures have paid for their atrocities!
  Aurora roared:
  - NATO is raging in rage,
  The enemy moved his regiments forward...
  But the executioners of the enemies,
  The Russians will meet you with hostility!
  
  They will bite into the pig's skin,
  The enemy will be cast into dust...
  The girls fight furiously,
  The bear's fist is strong!
  Indeed, after a fight, all that's left is to swing your fists. And how many houses have been destroyed. And in fact, cluster munitions have been dropped, and a lot of women and children and civilians have been beaten. Although there are casualties among the Russian military as well.
  Here Lieutenant Colonel Alisa, who had just received such a rank, was hit by a piece of shrapnel in her bare, round, pink heel. And she limped, angrily noting:
  -It's not so great to be barefoot during a war!
  Margarita chirped in response:
  We ran along the path,
  Barefoot girls feet...
  She got tired of flying in her dreams,
  Now he wants to overtake the hare!
  The horse runs faster,
  And fortune awaits me!
  Alice tried to kick her in the nose with her shin in response, but the girl dodged and stuck out her tongue. And of course, laughter was heard. Even the boys who suffered from the needle and ball bombs stuck out their tongues and laughed, and the girls too.
  But the battle was not over yet. And a large tank armada was moving from Moldova to Ukrainian territory. There were vehicles from all over Europe, even Hungarian ones. And numerous flags were waving.
  The tanks moved like a giant wedge. And at the head of the wedge was a formidable land battleship - "Abraham Lincoln". It was a machine weighing five thousand tons. Outwardly, it resembled a giant iron on tracks studded with gun barrels.
  And right on the nose was a powerful rocket launcher. This is a flagship machine. And behind it were tanks with fourth-generation armor, "Reagans", machines that make a serious impression. The equipment rumbles and smoke curls.
  There are even Israeli tanks here - they are low-slung and nimble.
  Approximately half the silhouette of the Ambrams.
  Oleg grinned and replied:
  - It's really a whole international!
  Alina took it and sang:
  We will dig up the whole world of violence,
  To the ground, and then...
  We will build a new, new world,
  He who was nobody will become everything!
  And the child geniuses will laugh.
  Arkasha noted slyly:
  - We have a choice - either destroy them or turn them into obedient children!
  The mutant girl Alice chirped:
  We transform, we are transformed,
  How often this does not coincide!
  Let's make the monster a child's shadow,
  If this happens, it"s not a coincidence!
  The tanks continued to move. A hefty, rocket-propelled bomb flew out of the mortar of the huge supertank "Abraham Lincoln". It described an arc and hit the village. A powerful explosion was heard and a dozen houses were immediately demolished, including a five-story building!
  Oleg gave a stern command:
  - We attack the land battleship!
  Two dozen micro-drones flew into the muzzle of the bomb thrower at high speed. As if there was a high-explosive charge in the breech. And then it suddenly exploded, with deafening and destructive force. The giant iron on wheels shook and tore into several pieces. The combat kit began to detonate, as if a giant firework had flared up. And everything looked like a volcanic eruption. And the Reagan tanks nearby were thrown up and turned over. Their rollers and tracks were raised up and spinning.
  Alice squeaked through the hologram:
  - This is the kind of fricassee we get, not like everyone else!
  The girl Natasha squealed:
  - Yes, it blew up! But in this way we damage the neighboring houses. And look how the fragments are scattered!
  In fact, pieces of metal and stone were smoking. And clouds of black poison were rising up.
  Oleg noted:
  - Well, we've got this one sorted out in basic. Now let's return the rest of the NATO army to childhood without unnecessary cruelty!
  Arkasha confirmed:
  - Unterchrono-radiation is working at full power. And we can use it! To avoid unnecessary casualties even among the military!
  Alice took it and noted:
  - We also need to tame the technology! Maybe we'll make sandwiches or big macs in larger sizes!
  Natasha chirped:
  We are not pathetic bugs,
  We just produce delicious things!
  We'll tear everyone apart like blotting paper,
  And we'll show you some cartoons!
  And the genius children turned on not only the unterchronoradiation, but also the ultra-quark converter. And, hiding behind the laminar jet, they rushed at the enemies. And they began to irradiate them with their superfield. And right before our eyes, a miracle happens. The tanks turn into a mountain of candy, then huge clusters of chocolates, then into cakes decorated with magnificent flowers, with each leaf of the bud having its own individual design.
  This is both cream and cakes of a wonderful class. And besides tanks, they also transform into armored personnel carriers and infantry fighting vehicles, also not weak machines. And such delightful yummy things emerge from them. And they also smell very aromatic, such a whole biscuit soaked in honey.
  Crews of children of the first and second grades crawl out of the cakes. They are very cheerful, happy and laughing at the top of their lungs. They are all so wonderful. The children have pearly smiles and childish, cute faces. You want to play and have fun with them.
  Not children, but simply adorable...
  Oleg noted with a satisfied look:
  - It is much more pleasant to create than to destroy!
  Alina answered with a smile:
  - Of course you can't argue with that! We know that we're winning!
  The children really did work wonders. Although they sometimes had problems. For example, when they were looking for a kidnapped Russian journalist. The girl was to be sold into slavery and was put up for auction. And she had to endure the terrible humiliation of being completely naked. And the child monsters were forbidden to kill anyone. When they finally put the guards to sleep, it turned out that the girl had gone crazy from shame. Which, frankly, is really creepy.
  However, the psychologists managed to cope with this. But the journalist could have been released before the auction.
  Oleg even noted then:
  - It didn't hurt at all! Why was she so worried?
  Well, okay, who can understand these women? But the mutant boy Sashka suggested using, or rather testing a new weapon, in this case a mutagenic effervescent drink.
  The boy, also a genius, fired this very tempting type of weapon from a cannon. It went like a surf wave and covered the surviving tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, and armored personnel carriers. As a result, the following happened. The cars began to turn right before our eyes into chocolate ice cream, cotton candy, and honey donuts. These were truly wonderful treats. And seven- and eight-year-old boys began to crawl out, only this time they all had bunny ears.
  Oleg shouted sternly:
  - This is not right! These children will be teased by their peers! We need to make them normal ears.
  Sashka and Arkashka nodded in unison with Alisa:
  - We'll do it!
  And they really did start promoting new types of mutagenic fizzy drinks. It really wasn't right to disfigure children. However, the radiation passed through, and as a result, it got even worse: in addition to the hare ears, the children also grew trunks on their noses. And they squealed in fear.
  Oleg chuckled and noted:
  - No guys! This is absolutely not right!
  Alina chirped:
  - We need to make a setting to remember the norm!
  Sashka noted uncertainly:
  - So they can become adults again!
  Arkasha objected:
  - They became children not because of the mutagen, but because of unterchronoradiation. And we need to invent something more substantial. In this case, everything will fall into place, and childhood will be preserved!
  Alice confirmed:
  - Yes, that's exactly what we should do! It will be the best option!
  And the genius children began to add corrective chip elements to the carbonated mutagen. And off it went. Indeed, the boys' hare ears and trunks disappeared, and they became completely normal, only very benevolent children. And in such general joy.
  Oleg noted with a very satisfied look:
  Eden will come to the world,
  I believe in this light...
  You were a plebeian, now you are a sir,
  Let's play the lottery!
  The armada of technology was gradually being transformed. And this seemed an inevitable process. In general, the child geniuses once again demonstrated the power of science. And the chances of winning increased enormously.
  Oleg was very happy to demonstrate his power. The boy-superman even had a thought - that they could conquer the whole world. But not like Genghis Khan or the fascists dreamed of, but in a smart way, so that everyone could live well. Like a world government and with the prospect of space expansion. Up to the creation of a space empire. What can I say - it looks like a tempting idea.
  Alina noted, having read her partner"s thoughts:
  - A good idea, I must say! But to be honest, star wars and the conquest of galaxies are inhumane and cruel. We must live in peace and travel and trade!
  The boy genius nodded:
  - Maybe you're right! But I don't know anything about other civilizations yet. And there's no reliable information about aliens. If they exist, why don't they contact our governments?
  Sashka noticed:
  - Maybe they don't want people to lose their identity? After all, another space civilization will simply dissolve us!
  Alina confirmed:
  - That's exactly it - they're experimenting on us! People are like guinea pigs - they're fussing around here!
  And the genius children burst out laughing... But then it became even more fun, music played and the transformed children jumped up and stamped their bare, little feet. They danced something and it was very fun. And then they sang:
  I hit the Fritzes hard with a Grad,
  Russia burst into flames...
  We bravely defend Stalingrad
  At least the predatory "Tiger" stuck its barrel out!
  
  You are with us Putin - the Hero Leader,
  Great genius commander...
  You're probably hiding the fascists,
  United, pioneer and Komsomol member!
  
  We boldly go into battle for Stalin,
  But in fact we fight fiercely...
  We'll crush the Nazis into dust like puppies,
  Adolf decided that the land was not enough for him!
  . CHAPTER #20.
  Meanwhile, Stalin and Putin continued to dream.
  The Freedom jet glider continued to cut through the atmosphere. Thanks to the extraordinary lightness of its plastic construction, the plane could fly for a very long time without refueling. There were still many miles left to Vladivostok. After the freed sailors captured the weapons arsenal, the fighting engulfed almost the entire Dragon cruiser from stern to bow. Both sides suffered huge losses. Joseph-Vladimir Stalin-Putin had already changed several magazines of cartridges, his legs and arms were beginning to weaken, and fatigue was taking its toll. Blood loss was not adding to his strength either. The huge Scorpion-7 machine gun suddenly became so heavy that Stalin-Putin put it down on the steel step of the spiral staircase. And he himself could do with a rest. His entire childish body ached, his legs and arms were shaking. Our sailors are the most courageous and agile in the world, and they will show this damned America what's up: thought Joseph Stalin-Putin. Another thought suddenly came to mind, inspired by the alternate memory of the dream: where is my father, after all, that's why I flew, to free him!? I have to look. And with difficulty getting up, the barefoot boy with very defined muscles moved, was about to search. But where to go, the machine gun became heavy, the speed dropped, if he wandered aimlessly in such a state, a well-trained US special forces soldier could easily kill him. Where else could he be except for the prison block, either on another ship or... In addition to the prison block, there is also a separate cabin for active interrogation, that is, for beating out testimony. There, in a cell richly furnished with torture instruments, was a badly beaten, barely alive man. Dick Voser, a professional executioner, a master of interrogations, was actively torturing a man tied to a table. Despite the roar of gunfire, the torturer had no intention of stopping the torture, although the FBI officer Kogan, who had asked the questions, had run away, leaving them alone. The executioner was torturing simply because he liked it. If initially he had tortured the man tied to a metal table with blows from a rubber hose, trying not to leave marks. Now he had decided to roast his victim with a blowtorch. The smell of burnt flesh tickled his nose pleasantly. Tied with steel wire, naval officer Alexander Magnitny did not even utter a quiet groan, enduring the pain with the courage of a Spartan hero. This infuriated the executioner to no end, he was used to his victims groaning and dying, roaring from unbearable wild pain, and this one even began to giggle.
  -You stupid, dumb American hog, this blowtorch is just right for skinning your fat carcass. It must be said that Dick Water was very fat and was terribly stout about it.
  -Oh you, Russian bear, I'll get you.
  Well, what else can you think of? There are many torture instruments, but the pain from fire is usually very excruciating and hard to beat. There is also, however, torture by electricity, using a shock apparatus. You have to put this Russian bastard in an electric chair and turn on the charges. Then he will be able to find the most vulnerable and painful points in the body with the help of a computer. Oh, he knows, even a dead man will scream in this chair. And he began to unscrew the wire with a professional movement. He was absolutely not afraid of his victim. Alexander Magnitny was slightly above average height, and during his imprisonment he had lost a lot of weight, and Dick had a threefold advantage in weight. In addition, he was once a very good killer - a special forces soldier. However, his self-confidence cost him dearly. Alexander pretended to be completely exhausted, allowed himself to be taken in hand, and then gave him a knee in the groin and the edge of his palm to the throat. The executioner wheezed and, without wasting time, Magnetic Senior plunged one of the sharp instruments of the punisher into the fat boar's eye. The blow was fatal. Taking from the executioner the large-caliber pistol "Unicorn", also with special armor-piercing uranium cartridges, and obeying the call of his heart, he jumped out of the torture cabin. The burns hurt very badly and only the blood of the Americans could dull this pain. He emptied the entire clip into the first US soldier who got there, then, taking the "Scorpion" machine gun as a trophy, began the deadly hunt. In a duel with special forces, the outcome of the skirmish was sometimes decided by hundredths of a second. When Stalin-Putin entered the cabin where the interrogation was being held, there was nothing there except a fat American corpse. The half-naked muscular boy decided to move on. First of all, go out on deck and get to the captain's cabin, there could be valuable information there. The movement up was suddenly interrupted by the appearance of another fighter of the special brigade "Delta". Since in the narrow corridors of the former Russian cruiser the bullets dangerously ricocheted, the special forces soldier decided to use a bayonet knife. Tired, essentially still a child, Stalin-Putin did not have time to react in time, he was slightly slashed across the relief muscles of the stomach. The wound was not dangerous, but very bloody. Seeing that in front of him was just a kid, the "Delta" fighter leaned with all his weight on the child's body. Stalin-Putin could not withstand the pressure, meanwhile, the healthy fighter slightly loosened his bear grip. He reached for his belt for handcuffs, apparently wanting to capture the boy. Taking advantage of this, Stalin-Putin twisted out from under the thug, and managed to hit him in the face. He was unable to escape the counterattack, fatigue slowed not only his speed but also his reaction. The blow was good and a very large special forces soldier considered his opponent completely incapacitated. He did not want to finish off some child, and he simply turned his back and walked down the corridor. Stalin-Putin's head was splitting, and there was a bruise on his face, but he still jumped to his feet and rushed to the lying machine gun. The experienced special forces soldier reacted faster, striking again, this time with his foot in the chest. The blow shook Stalin-Putin and the enraged special forces soldier began to beat the boy with crazy fury. Not much more than eleven years old barefoot boy, would have ended his life as a boy. Someone's accurate shot in time interrupted the execution carried out by the powerful Delta fighter. During the scuffle, the helmet flew off the beast's head, and a heavy bullet smashed the skull into pieces. The badly beaten Stalin-Putin was in a state of grog, and therefore did not recognize his alternative father in this stern, burned man. In addition, during his imprisonment, Alexander had grown a thick beard, and the blowtorch had noticeably spoiled his face. In turn, the father also did not recognize his son. In the dream and the alternative world, Stalin-Putin had changed greatly in recent months. His once white body had become dark brown from the tan. He was an ordinary boy in build, not fat and not frail, not strong, not weak, and now his muscles had become dry, the relief veins stood out sharply under the defatted skin. He seemed to be all woven from muscle fibers. His face was broken, scratched, his eyes were swollen from black eyes. His hair, grown out and burnt out in the sun, was stained with blood. If you add the wrong weak lighting, it is clear why they did not recognize each other. Nevertheless, Alexander offered the boy his hand. Then asked where he was going. His head also changed, became somehow hoarse and creaky. Stalin-Putin answered this with his ringing, but also, perhaps, too steely voice.
  - I'm going up to the captain's cabin on deck. There, I, that is, we, can get some important information.
  -You look so bad and badly injured baby, and you have wounds on your body. That freak didn't beat you with his bare hands, but with titanium combat gloves. How he didn't kill you, I can't imagine.
  - I am surprised myself that I am still alive, but if I do not go, I will be a traitor. I flew here to free our Russian sailors and my father. And while the Russian people languish in captivity under the claws of the Atlantic Eagle, we cannot sleep peacefully. If I am destined to die, then I will ask the Almighty God to give me the opportunity to die fighting for the Motherland. For the freedom and happiness of all people on Earth. For a better future for those children who will be born to us.
  Although the words of this boy could have made some people smile, Alexander Magnitny took it seriously.
  He understood, he felt that these words were not empty boyish bravado. That all this came from a pure heart and the boy was ready to give his life for the happiness of others, and first of all, those living in Russia. If his own son were like this child, he would be the happiest father on Earth.
  -I will accompany you, baby. Together we will fight for the future of Great Russia.
  Having shaken hands, the bearded adult man and the bloody half-naked boy set off. On the way, both worked together in a bloody meat grinder. Having killed several more fighters, they got to the surface. However, it immediately became clear that the path to the captain's cabin was closed. The fighters of the Delta group first threw gas mines into the cabin, then two special forces soldiers jumped into the cabin, where they were soaked by two cocked bazookas. There could have been more victims, but the Americans are not so simple, and act taking into account possible traps. All that remained of the cabin was a single titanium frame, all computers were completely destroyed. But the danger began to threaten from a completely different side. After the events began to take on a threatening character for the Americans, they hastily called for reinforcements. In the distance, the quiet roar of the formidable Apache helicopters was heard. These are the most powerful, most modern helicopters of the US Air Force. Each helicopter is jam-packed with electronics, has the most powerful armor and weapons. At the same time, it has high speed and maneuverability. In terms of all military parameters, this is colossal power and, perhaps, the best helicopter in the world. Thanks to the most powerful missile and gun armament, helicopters of this class can quite well sink a cruiser of the class "Dragon" with consolidated fire. Ahead was a real monster of helicopter construction, the super-heavy aircraft-helicopter "Apache" - "ST" No-10. This machine combined the propeller blades of a helicopter and jet engines of an airplane. An experimental model, with monstrous weapons and dynamic armor. In terms of its size, it was the largest helicopter among the machines ever built on planet Earth. Its nose had a threatening predatory shape, reminiscent of the grin of a piranha. The Americans really loved to give their weapons threatening outlines. This created strong psychological pressure, sowed fear. The weapon's appearance alone should inspire wild terror in the person it is aimed at. To provide stability and facilitate maneuvering, the helicopter-fortress was equipped with five rotating blades. Its enormous size made the structure even more terrifying. Stalin-Putin raised his machine gun and fired an aimed salvo at the colossus. The bullets bounced off the armor like peas.
  - You have to hit this monster right in the eyes. Only in the viewing slits, and only at an angle of exactly ninety degrees, that's our only chance, son.
  The voice of Alexander seemed so familiar, and the word sonny. Stalin-Putin looked closely at the burnt stern face of the man standing in front of him. At that moment, the beam of the spotlight brightly illuminated the faces.
  -Dad, it's you! You recognize me!
  -Yes, I will find out, son!
  -I'll knock down this monster for you, father!
  A shower of bullets rained down on the deck and the helicopter began sighting. Stalin-Putin picked up the Scorpion-7 and tried to aim at the flying fortress. The viewing slits, covered with tinted armored glass, were the Apache helicopter's most vulnerable spot - the ST-10. However, they were very narrow, the helicopter was moving, and it was necessary to hit at a right angle, which was almost impossible. Stalin-Putin, however, despite his terrible fatigue, felt some kind of unusual, strange power in himself. A power beyond ordinary understanding, and he believed in his chance. The Scorpion's infrared sight barely saw the pilots. They flickered there as shadows in the cabin. The entire review was conducted by electronic equipment, and the viewing slit was provided only in case of failure of all electronics. Stalin-Putin tried to concentrate. Don't think, don't look, try to feel. Stalin-Putin fired a short burst, the bullets missed the target, sliding along the surface. At that moment, his ears were blocked, the famous Wagner symphony, the one that Hitler loved to listen to, roared through the colossal amplifiers. Apparently, the Americans, based on their experience, the war with the savages, believed that such music paralyzes the will of Russian sailors. Stalin-Putin, with an extraordinary effort of will, pulled himself together and tried to aim again. He was already ready to shoot, when the helicopter suddenly fired from all its machine guns. Automatic cannons and missiles, he had not yet used. The cruiser could be captured intact. One of the bullets pierced his leg, another hit his stomach, Stalin-Putin closed his eyes from the pain, and purely reflexively pulled the trigger. Unlike conventional cartridges, the Scorpion-7 bullet weighs 25 grams versus 3.5 grams for the M-16 rifle at an initial shot velocity of 1,600 meters per second, versus 8.7 grams for the AKM and AK, and a velocity of 600 meters per second, while the M-16 has 900 meters. The multilayer structure of the tip increases the penetrating power of the cartridge, and depleted uranium 288 is three times heavier than steel and much harder than a conventional steel rod. True, such a bullet costs $75 versus $2 for the M-16. For a regular Army, such weapons are too fat. Only special forces like Commandos can afford such expenses. Even the strongest and thickest armored glass is very vulnerable when hit at an absolutely right angle. All the pilots were killed, and the helicopter lost control. True, it did not fall into the sea water right away, the autopilot worked, but it lost control completely. Stalin-Putin did not see any of this, he lost consciousness. The sailors then told how the Russian military fired at the rest of the Apache-class helicopters from neighboring cruisers and frigates. How the ship's anti-aircraft guns destroyed American equipment. How the sailors finished off the remnants of the US special forces. The losses among the sailors were great. Of those who were in the naval prison, less than half survived. Many were very seriously wounded. The remnants of the American special forces surrendered and tried to buy their way out, but heated by the battle, and embittered by the harsh imprisonment and death of their comrades, the Russian sailors were relentless. Stalin-Putin's right, bare, childish leg was broken, and most importantly, his stomach was smashed to pieces by large-caliber bullets. For an ordinary person, the wound received by Stalin-Putin could have been fatal, but he literally got back on his feet in two days, and at the moment he does not have a single scar. Even the skin at the site of the wounds became as tanned as before. Many, especially among the believers, considered this a sign from heaven, once again proving that they were fighting for a just cause. Everything seemed fine, the Yeltsin regime was overthrown, his father was not only rehabilitated, but the new president even promoted him. True, there was no fuel for the return trip, and they temporarily remained in the southern part of the Caroline Islands. So why is he alone, without a weapon, flying again for some unknown reason. Power moves him, he feels on the level of paranormal perception that he is needed exactly like this in Russia. Here, finally, the coast of Primorye appeared in the distance. Here it is and Vladivostok, his beloved Motherland with a name that makes the heart stop - Russia!
  Meanwhile, the US super-special forces combat brigade "Cobra-Gyurza" split into two equal 500-person combat groups: secretly arrived in Russia. One battalion, conditionally called "Cobra", arrived, as planned, on a Russian submarine. The military sailors were temporarily discharged ashore, and instead of them, the watch was taken over by sailors-poachers hired for money. All the fighters of the "Cobra" battalion were white, and in case of inspection, they all had documents for the Russian special brigade "Black Tentacles". Another battalion of the super-special forces "Gyurza" landed at the mouth of the Amur River. There this group was met by corrupt officers of the internal troops. According to the legend, a preliminary agreement on joint exercises was reached under the previous regime. The documents, including the decree of former President Yeltsin, were caught in advance. If anything, you can refer to the discrepancy. After a short ride on the ice, the troops of the Gyurza battalion were loaded onto army trucks and taken to a large military airfield. On a powerful military transport plane, the super special forces were sent in the direction of the capital's Vnukovo Airport. From there, according to the "Loop" plan, they were supposed to strike the Kremlin or any other point in Moscow using secret underground branches of the metro. A fairly powerful underground was supposed to help the actions of the American "commandos". The "Cobra" battalion also flew to the capital, but by a slightly different route. From Vladivostok to Sheremetyevo Airport. The two groups seemed to duplicate and insure each other. In the capital itself, there were about 1,000 more militants of the criminal special forces "Black Tentacles". However, without the help of the United States, these criminals were afraid to even stick their noses out. Another backup emergency option was provided. It was developed by experts from the CIA and the Pentagon. It was also planned to strike from Latvia. This satellite country was located 450 kilometers from Moscow. Tanks could reach the capital directly along the highway in one forced march. And there was no defense on their way, not even a normal customs office. Having destroyed the USSR, Yeltsin left Russia in a helpless state. The previous defense system was destroyed, and a new one had not yet been created. Or rather, Yeltsin undermined everything he could. Russia spent 150 times less on defense than the United States. Soldiers were dying of hunger. During the Chechen war, things got to the point where Chechen fighters were catching soldiers who had starved for bread. The terrorist leaders learned about the command's plans long before the order was received by headquarters. The new government promised to put an end to this and energetically set about correcting the crimes of the previous government. But everything takes time, and for now the new regime has not even been legalized. The elections of the Russian president, although scheduled, have not yet taken place. The new regime had only just begun to restore order. Both America and the traitors of Russia understood that they had to hurry, that time was against them, and that the new government would become stronger and stronger. And the implementation of the "Loop" plan had to be accelerated, at least at the cost of the risk of nuclear war.
  Stalin-Putin, of course, did not know these subtleties. He only vaguely guessed what forces were behind this. The news of the death of the mighty star titan Fonnaregen, for some reason, caused severe mental pain. Although it seemed that there could be something in common between them, but the paranormal perception of reality suggested that there was an incomprehensible connection between him and the great cosmic alien. The glider, silently invisible to the radars, slowly landed almost vertically on the outskirts of Vladivostok. At the moment, having flown up to the port city, it turned on the cybernetic camouflage system. The liquid-crystal surface of the glider, with the help of electronics, scanned the rear image of the background onto the front part of the glider. During the clashes on board the cruiser "Dragon" the glider was damaged, but the brilliant Russian electronics engineers managed to fix everything. And it seemed that they did not have the qualifications. Stalin-Putin easily jumped out of the glider. Tanned bare feet touched the thick Russian snow. Stalin-Putin had not been in Russia for more than half a year and had completely lost the habit of the traditional, frosty Russian winter. And the last time he was in Russia was for a short time in the height of summer. And so he had not seen real, not wet snow for three years. In recent years, even in Moscow, the winter had been warm. The last few days had been so tense that the thought that there might be frost somewhere had never occurred to him. But the new sensations were all the more surprising. The snow seemed only slightly cold and did not burn his heels. And the frost was not felt very much, it was about the coolness of autumn. Obeying his seventh sense, the barefoot boy headed for the city center. He almost ran. The rare passers-by did not pay much attention to him, but the boy decided to toughen up, it was his right and business. True, his skin was too dark, almost black, and it was striking, but you can't surprise a port city with natives. But when he reached the city center, passersby and, most importantly, the police began to turn their menacing glances at him. The heavily tanned, barefoot boy in shorts was a challenge to the system. Running half-naked in the center of a big city was not recommended even in summer, and here in winter in the snow. This boy was clearly not all there. The policeman whistled furiously. Stalin-Putin stopped.
  -What are you doing here? Why are you barefoot and half naked? You can't wander around the city half naked like that.
  Although Stalin-Putin was saddened by how absurd the truthful answer sounded, no plausible legend came to mind.
  - I just flew here from the southern tip of the Caroline Islands. It's hot there all the time and it's much more comfortable for a naked person, especially if you're used to walking like that. I feel like I should be here. Tell me where your military airfield is.
  - I'll find out now what you flew here on.
  - On a jet stealth glider, I stole it from an American base. Then I helped free Russian sailors from the prison cruiser "Dragon".
  It was obvious that the boy had gone crazy. A police car pulled up.
  -Well, young man, come here. You will be cured there.
  Stalin-Putin, without thinking twice, started running, flashing his pink, round heels. The cops rushed after him, but quickly fell behind. A car with a flashing light rushed in pursuit of the kid. The spectacle was quite funny, for the sake of some crazy boy, no one wanted to block the roads or call for reinforcements. Soon the cop car fell behind. Stalin-Putin, however, continued to run forward, guided more by intuition than by precise information. From the side it seemed that a violent madman was rushing, with the speed of a good racehorse. Intuition once again served him well, here is a military airfield. It is not important with security, however, and on this day even more so. True, there is a guard around the main entrance, but you can easily jump over the concrete fence. In order to save money, the electricity is turned off, and there is no one in the towers, it is cold, snowing, the guards are drinking and playing cards down below. There was only one large military transport plane, the rest were small. You could quietly hide under the ramp, and then slip inside without a sound. Stalin-Putin felt that if something was going to happen, it would involve this plane. And who needed Vladivostok anyway, the main thing was Moscow, and this monster with wings could fly there without refueling. The boy froze motionless under the ramp. He had to wait for quite a long time. His bare feet were numb, and his naked body turned blue; when you don"t move, it"s very cold. But the stubborn wait was rewarded. Armored like terminators in comics, healthy two meters tall, richly armed super special forces fighters marched toward the plane"s ramp. When the last fighter of the "Cobra" group jumped into the plane as easily as a deer, Stalin-Putin tried to jump after him. At that moment, something hit him on the head. Red-green sparks poured out of his eyes, and someone's strong hands grabbed the boy tightly from behind. A mockingly calm laugh was heard.
  "The mouse has been caught," the US super special forces soldier reported, barely containing his irony.
  And strong arms began to twist the elbows.
  On the edge of consciousness in his dream, Stalin-Putin saw something else cool.
  The seaport of the capital of Latvia, Riga, was jammed with military vessels of the US and NATO navies. A whole squadron of different types of ships clogged the pier. Thousands of elite soldiers and hundreds of heavy combat tanks were hastily landing on the coast. The puppet Latvian government willingly signed an agreement on joint maneuvers and exercises on Latvian territory. The "Loop" plan envisaged a combined attack on Russia from three points, including Latvia. The main consultants on the invasion, Berezovsky, Gusinsky, and Khodorkovsky, were in full swing. Using their connections among the world Zionist movement, as well as among the Russian security forces, they were actively preparing the ground for the intervention. Some NATO countries were able to join the military action: Germany, Britain, etc. For reasons of secrecy, only a few people knew about the real goal of the operation. Boris Abramovich Berezovsky categorically insisted on delivering a powerful armored strike. He actively, foaming at the mouth, explained his position to the head of the CIA and the Pentagon.
  - Even if we manage to eliminate Zhelezovsky and his comrades. All the same, some of his team members, as well as the rebellious generals, will remain free. One special forces unit is not able to suppress numerous detachments of rebels and militia fighters. We also urgently need to capture the general staff and the command center of the Russian Army, and nuclear potential. Well, and besides, who can guarantee that this cunning, experienced KGB colonel will be on the tribune of the mausoleum. He is a very cunning politician and can slip us a double, and he himself will sit out in a safe place. The capital must be taken under the full control of NATO troops. And all the rebels must be killed. At the moment, we have every chance of winning.
  Pentagon chief Dick Cheney nodded sullenly. Numerous tank columns will pass through the expanses of Russia like a knife through butter. And who can resist them? The Smerch and Uragan rocket launchers were almost completely destroyed during internecine clashes. Two elite tank divisions: Tamanskaya and Kantemirovskaya were almost completely destroyed during the battle for Grozny. Many of the tanks simply blew up on mines and burned in oil ditches. The armored divisions were simply thrown to the slaughter. In two months of fighting in one city of Grozny, Russia lost twice as many soldiers and officers as in 9 years of war in Afghanistan. The Russians do not know how to fight at all and their weapons are rubbish. Take the famous "Desert Storm" as an example: the one and a half million Iraqi Army was routed in six weeks. The losses during the battles amounted to 150 soldiers and officers. But the Iraqi army had Soviet weapons, and in many ways copied the USSR army. The Russian army is no better than the Iraqi: even worse. The Iraqi troops are much better trained, hardened by a real eight-year war with Iran. And most importantly, they had a leader and the people's faith in the leader and Allah. And the Russians have no faith, their leadership is corrupt, even the savage Chechens defeated them. If only they didn't have time to use nuclear weapons.
  -Abramych, you're right. Russia is not our rival. But if they manage to press the buttons.
  - Don't be afraid. Our wise and lawful president has ordered all nuclear missiles to be dismantled for spare parts. They have been dismantled and will take a few more days to bring them to combat readiness, but it will all be over much sooner. But if we delay even a little and lose the element of surprise, then...
  - Don't worry, our army strikes like lightning, they will be known when they strike to death. Look at the power, the Russians have nothing like it.
  Enormous Ambrams tanks moved majestically along the concrete strip. Between them crawled British Challenger-2, German Leopard-2, the same ugly boxes as American tankettes. These main attack tanks of NATO countries were very similar to each other. They were armed with a 120-millimeter German gun with a high-pressure vacuum supercharger. True, the newer tanks have a 140-millimeter gun. A powerful engine of 1,500 horsepower, in later modifications 1,800 horsepower. Multilayer dynamic protection, including depleted uranium, capable of withstanding a shot from a 125-millimeter Russian rocket-launcher gun. Powerful computer stuffing allows for 360% visibility. Each tank weighs 63 tons, 17 tons more than the best Russian tanks T-80 and T-90. But there are very few of these tanks left, about a hundred. Some were reduced by order of the Yelkin regime, some were criminally destroyed in Chechnya. Therefore, Russia is armed with mostly obsolete tanks, even such old ones as the T-54, T-55, lacking active armor, and even without hydro-stabilizers that increase the stability of the gun when moving the tank and increase the effectiveness of fire while moving. Obsolete 100-millimeter guns are like firecrackers against the mighty armor of the Ambrams tank. Enormous power is skillfully disguised as ordinary cargo trailers. Plastic camouflage is impeccable, even from a close distance it is difficult to recognize a fake. Such protection should guarantee a breakthrough of a tank column, a sudden attack on Moscow. Traitors from the Ministry of Internal Affairs and police cordons will swallow the legend that the trailers are carrying contraband. What is really worrying is the lack of real and strong air support.
  The head of the Pentagon, being an experienced professional, felt some uncertainty.
  - To carry out a full-fledged operation, a massive missile and bomb attack on the Russian armed forces is necessary, and we have problems with this.
  - Well, why not, combine an armored strike with an air strike and an airborne landing.
  - Well, you're only in finance, and you understand that the most powerful air defense system was created over Moscow during the USSR. And after Rust's flight, it was strengthened even more, and you and your Elkin did nothing to disarm the Moscow Military District. In terms of protection from a ground attack, there is no serious defense around Moscow, all military experts, including NATO armies, were convinced that the war would be fought in Western Europe, the stronger USSR Army would seize the initiative from the very beginning and would lead a victorious offensive.
  - We have a diagram of all stationary complexes, soak them with Tomahawk cruise missiles. And mobile complexes, calculate and destroy the Stealth aircraft, the main thing is the combat mass of aviation, when there is a lot of aviation, then the air defense is simply suppressed.
  -Where are we supposed to get a lot of planes? This damned star terminator destroyed two thirds of our air force, and another part of our planes is blocking the space around the "Devil's" island. But the tanks and ground forces avoided such losses.
  -Yes, I agree, but I personally think that we won't need aviation. This crushing blow will involve forces quite comparable to the ground force that defeated Iraq. New experimental weapons will be tested on these inferior Russians. The Jewish oligarch giggled.
  In a huge column of NATO equipment, three experimental models of the super-new "Gladiator" tank were smoothly moving. Their main highlight was a new electromagnetic gun accelerating the initial velocity of the projectile, over 10 kilometers per second. Such colossal speed provided penetrating lethal force, high accuracy, and firing range and at the same time the rate of fire of an anti-aircraft gun. But there were also disadvantages, too much electricity was required for these mechanical monsters, and they had to be driven by a powerful dynamo. In the column, along with tanks, there were also self-propelled guns with 155-millimeter howitzers, and reinforced armored personnel carriers, jam-packed with infantry. In addition to the standard self-propelled guns, there were several super-heavy "Mammoth" monsters with 350-millimeter guns, capable of carrying even a nuclear charge. The super-powerful vacuum shells could easily, like cardboard houses, fold high-rise buildings in Moscow. In addition to material damage, America wanted to shake the imagination of Russian citizens and discourage any desire to resist. And for the great weight of the SPG "Mammoth" could bring down bridges, and therefore they decided to place them at the very tail of the column, like an ace at the end of the deck. The strike equipment was mainly heavy, there were not many light rapid reaction tanks, 120 machines. These were 15-ton German "Gepard"-4, British "Mongoose"-6, and the US "Mancourt"-9, with removable tracks and a 1500 horsepower engine. In total, there were more than 2.5 thousand tanks and self-propelled guns, and these were the best combat units of the NATO army. It seemed that there were not enough forces in the Moscow Military District to repel the formidable blow. The "noose" was beginning to tighten. In the capital of Latvia, Riga, as well as in the republic itself, there were quite a few employees of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service. However, the deputy head of Foreign Intelligence, responsible for the Baltic direction, General David Laptezhny, recalled all residents and ordinary employees from Latvia. Only one intelligence officer from among the ordinary employees accidentally remained in Riga. For his trained eye, it immediately became clear that a serious military action was being prepared against Russia. He arrived at a secret, safe house and contacted Moscow through a disguised telephone line.
  - Senior Intelligence Lieutenant Igor Lebedinsky is speaking. In the area of Riga, a concentration of large NATO forces is noticeable. Contrary to all agreements, they are assembling a shock armored column near our borders and are preparing to strike at Russia.
  - It's none of your business, lieutenant, to draw conclusions. I'll contact my superiors and we'll take action. In the meantime, stay put and wait for orders from the center.
  -Eat!
  Colonel Sergei Lisitsa urgently contacted General Laptezhny.
  -He is one of our sparrows, he knows too much.
  - I'll hand him over to the Americans, and they'll deal with him. Be vigilant, cooperation promises us big money. And if we fail, they'll literally put us on a stake.
  Ten minutes later, a group of American special forces blocked the building, Igor was nervously smoking when the commandos burst into the apartment and rushed at the lieutenant. In winter, the gas supply in Riga is unstable, and the scout was boiling tea using a gas cylinder. When a hefty commando knocked the Russian off his feet with a blow from his rifle butt, he flew off his chair and tore the rubber hose off the cylinder. The cigarette hit the gas stream, a loud explosion thundered, and then another, more powerful, detonated the explosives that had been stored. More than fifty special forces soldiers died on the spot, and the rest, burnt and maimed, desperately groaned and howled. When Dick Cheney was informed of this incident, he frowned again, his face distorted with wild anger.
  - I knew that these Russians were crazy, but I didn't think that they were capable of committing suicide in the name of Russia. You, Boris Abramovich, are a Jew, we calculated the operation on computers, but there is something that even the most powerful computer does not see and cannot calculate - Russian madness.
  - Don't dramatize, General, it's just an accident, or he's on drugs, look how many Russian generals are on our side.
  - I don"t believe in coincidences, and if the operation fails, I will hand you over to the clutches of Russian justice.
  Yes, indeed, the explosion was an accident, it is not known whether the intelligence officer would have been able to commit suicide if he had had time to think and the opportunity to choose, but one thing is clear: there are still honest and courageous people in Russia, which means that this Great Power has a future.
  . CHAPTER #21.
  The war, or more precisely the SVO, is coming to its logical conclusion. In Western Ukraine, female warriors with the help of discs from the children's special forces have already entered Lviv. And Kyiv is being surrounded. Ukrainian President Zelensky did not have time to leave the capital, and it seems he is preparing to give the Russian troops a decisive, and possibly desperate, fight.
  And NATO troops entered Western Ukraine. And they should be neutralized as soon as possible, preferably without unnecessary casualties.
  Oleg and his team rush into battle. His disc-planes even in the atmosphere develop a speed of up to ten times the speed of sound. Which is cool.
  Ukrainian landscapes flashed beneath them: various rivers, forests, valleys, which merged into a bright kaleidoscope.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - This is how we develop the attack!
  Alina objected:
  - We're like Chip and Dale - rushing to the rescue!
  Arkasha did not agree with this:
  - Chip and Dale are just cartoon chipmunks, but we are much more serious animals.
  Alice, this genius girl, objected:
  - Not animals, but people! Man - it sounds proud!
  Oleg agreed:
  - Of course! Beasts and monsters are fighting against us, and we are people!
  The NATO army was indeed heading for Lvov, and the Russian landing force there could have faced the threat of destruction. And the local population was not particularly jubilant about the arrival of Russian liberators. This is the place of traditional nationalists, Galicia. Which only became part of the USSR in 1939. Under the tsars, they somehow did not have time to grab it. Although there was a good chance to tear it away under Nicholas I, but this monarch missed this act. Under Nicholas II, Russian troops took control of almost all of Galicia in 1914. But they did not hold it. True, in 1916 Brusilov managed to recapture half of this territory. But then it was lost again and went to the gentry Poland.
  In short, the strongest anti-Russian positions are here. Although the resistance of the Ukrainian troops is also very weak. They are demoralized. But they still shoot and throw grenades, and the Russian army has suffered some minor losses. Initially, before Stalin moved into Putin, it was even supposed to give Western Ukraine to Poland, and part to Hungary. But the new leader said - we do not divide our own, we do not trade our own.
  So the SVO has followed the most radical scenario. And now the decisive events are close.
  And enemy troops are shown on the radars of the disc crafts. There is something new here. In this case, giant robots are attacking - Elon Musk's secret weapon. And the most important thing is that these robots have powerful laser weapons. And the laminar field is powerless against an energy beam. This means that the combat robots of the American genius are quite capable of shooting down even such perfect disc crafts.
  Oleg thought that perhaps this was the feeling that Hogan, a very tall wrestler, had when he faced a giant, both taller and heavier than himself. And it was clear that when they stood face to face, the greatest wrestler of all time and peoples was not at ease.
  In addition, the robots were covered with multi-layer armor, and micro-drones could not ram them. A charge of twenty kilograms of TNT is enough for an airplane, and any airplane, so you can't hang armor on it like on a tank - it will be too heavy. And for a helicopter too. And such a drone can take tanks, if necessary, and fly into the barrel. But now five huge giant robots are coming, coolly armored, and with lasers, and of course the cyborgs do not walk, but on tracks.
  Really, why make machines like those in Star Wars? Tracked ones are much more practical.
  Oleg commanded:
  - Don't come any closer! They have powerful laser guns and cybernetic guidance.
  Alina confirmed:
  - We need to use some know-how against them. And under no circumstances give in.
  And behind the five robots, tanks were moving. In addition to the American Reagans and Ambrams, there were vehicles from other NATO member countries, Israeli tanks, and some of the newest vehicles. In particular, Leopard-3s with two guns, without a traditional turret, and some types of small tanks with only one crew member.
  The latest machines are very practical, and fast, and harder to hit. There was such an armada of technology. At the head of five giant monsters with laser weapons on nuclear pumping. Elon Max's robots are a powerful trump card thrown by the Americans.
  The F-35s were still approaching. Well, that's not a problem for micro-drones with annihilation charges.
  Arkasha noted with a smile:
  - The robots are very big, you can see them ten miles away, and each one costs as much as an aircraft carrier. But will a laser be able to shoot them down with a nuclear charge?
  Oleg noted:
  - Nuclear weapons are barbarism. Whoever invented the atomic bomb should be dissolved alive in aqua regia! As a bastard invention!
  Alina agreed:
  - That's right! We shouldn't pollute Ukrainian lands with radiation. Maybe we should use a hypersonic annihilation charge. It's cleaner than a nuclear one, and one gram of antimatter contains two atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima!
  Alice noted:
  - Why would you do that? Maybe just entangle the caterpillars in super gum? Then the robots will freeze and won't be able to move!?
  Arkasha chuckled:
  - It sounds funny! You're crazy, goat - you're jokingly hitting an ace with a shovel!
  Oleg grinned and sang:
  - Sticking opponents is not bad, what can I say, but they should also cook balls!
  Alina noted with alarm:
  - We need to think quickly! Otherwise it"s fraught!
  Indeed, the Russian paratroopers in the APCs were so eager to fight, and were determined to fight fearlessly, that they found themselves in front of Elon Max's robots. And they opened powerful, merciless fire from laser guns. And the APCs of the landing party were immediately melted and burned. A couple of hundred adult male fighters found themselves under the influence of a new generation weapon. And it was really scary. And they were burned alive in the laser beams, only their souls remained, soaring into the sky. And it looked grotesque.
  Alice replied with a sigh:
  - Just imagine and believe me,
  A difficult path cannot be passed without losses!
  Oleg noted:
  - It is impossible to approach these robots at a direct shot distance. Then I suggest using non-commissioned kinesis plasma peas!
  Alina clarified with a smile:
  - Are these the ones that suck energy from matter?
  The boy genius nodded:
  - Yes! And even if a laser beam hits such a non-kinesis plasma blot, it will only take away its energy!
  Boy genius Arkasha confirmed:
  - This will cool the robots to absolute zero, and they will become nothing more than lumps of very cold matter.
  Oleg nodded and began to perform some manipulations with the help of joysticks and robots . Alina joined them and also began to prepare non-commissioned kinesis plasma. These are truly genius children. And they made such weapons that even Max's robots are no problem for them.
  And now it is necessary to stop the movement of other troops, so that they do not come under attack from NATO and robot terminators before they are annihilated or neutralized.
  The boys and girls worked and tried as fast as possible, especially since the ingredients were put into tiny clots of non-commissioned kinesis plasma in advance. And these peas were made. Then Oleg entered a tiny impulse of artificial intelligence and guidance. And the weapon made by the children's special forces is ready.
  Alina demonstratively launched them by pressing the joystick button with her bare toes.
  The child geniuses exclaimed:
  - This will be really cool!
  Oleg added:
  - Hyperquasaric!
  And so five clots of energy controlled by artificial intelligence rushed towards the combat robots. And it was simply a swift and unbending flight.
  Alina chirped:
  Oh frost, frost,
  Don't freeze me!
  Don't freeze me,
  My horse!
  And so the giant combat robots received light blows to the body with fifth-generation armor. At some point, it seemed that nothing was happening. But suddenly the armor of the cybernetic monsters began to shine and shimmer with ice. And a couple of seconds later, the robots froze. And a situation arose where the five most powerful creations of artificial intelligence were helpless.
  Oleg exclaimed, stamping his small, childish foot:
  - We'll deal with the rest now!
  Boy Sashka added:
  - Let's sort this out the old-fashioned way!
  And the children turned on the non-commissioned chrono-radiation again. And it really did hit the enemy. And at the same time, tanks and infantry fighting vehicles began to turn into magnificent treats. Just imagine, there was a heavy mastodon "Reagan", and it turned out to be a magnificent cake with cream roses, butterflies, fish and candied fruits. Now that's a work of art.
  And then mountains of cakes appeared where the infantry fighting vehicles had been. And piles of chocolate-covered donuts. So delicious. The boys were happy and jubilant. And the girls, too.
  At the same time, according to tradition, the tank crews were transformed into children. Really, how cool and funny it all is. Imagine seven- or eight-year-old kids running out and making faces. Just winking. And the boys themselves, in shorts, jump up and stamp their bare, little feet. Now that's a humane influence.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - Let's give them a second childhood!
  Alina giggled and sang:
  I so want my childhood to never end,
  Let it rush after me like an arrow!
  And how these genius children burst out laughing. And bare their teeth. It really does look really funny.
  Young warriors, as they say, are ready for a good fight. But they prefer a softer scenario. In which no one dies if possible. By the way, the giant robots have artificial intelligence instead of a crew. And that's why Arkasha and Alisa introduced a special virus into them that makes the machines subordinate to children. When they thaw from absolute zero to normal, then there will be a new combat unit of the Russian army.
  The genius children work tirelessly. They can do a lot already. In particular, when they were carrying out a special mission in Venezuela. Oleg and Alina then arranged a whole flood in Caracal. And in the noise they captured very valuable information. They did it cleanly. And the flood was decent. Local children stomped on the water with bare feet, and raised a lot of splashes. How great it was. Moreover, Oleg collapsed the dam using ultrasound. Which is also a kind of innovation.
  In the fight against coronavirus, genius children also distinguished themselves, but that's another story. But the epidemic died down on a global scale thanks only to them. That was really cool and hyper-pulsar.
  In Brazil, Oleg, Sashka, Pashka and Seryozhka played football against adults. Of course, the children used miracle doping, otherwise try to beat the professionals. And they achieved colossal success. And they took home a gold statue of Pele. Oleg remembered how he jumped several meters, suddenly accelerated, jumped between the legs and so on. Now that was a colossal achievement.
  Children in football simply shocked the Brazilians. They were really in a panic. How little boys, slapping their little feet, were outflanking professionals? And how they literally fell, throwing off their hooves. And their monster children knocked them off their feet. That's how funny it looked.
  These are the young warriors here. In Brazil, the genius children even stole a whole chest of processed diamonds. Which they did very professionally. And the diamonds here were valuable. Some of them were a very rare violet color. And of course, this is colossal value.
  Oleg and Alina stole a chest that weighed ten times more than the children themselves put together. And that's a nice profit.
  And now the transformation of the huge NATO army into a kindergarten was taking place. And the boys were so cute and obedient, it was just terrifying. And take aviation, for example, how it was transformed - an extraordinary miracle.
  Alina noted:
  - We were born to make fairy tales come true!
  Oleg stated decisively:
  - And we will do it!
  This is the kind of children's special forces here - ultra-pulsar. And of course the dances were arranged by boys, former soldiers with great energy. These are truly miracles, in the manifestations of hyperplasm.
  Seryozhka sang:
  Such an action is given to children,
  Turn all the nonsense of the movies into reality!
  And the boys began to slap their bare, little feet. It looked amazing. How could you not sing and play? And the children jumped on the grass like bunnies. Joyfully sparkling with dazzling smiles, like a scattering of pearls.
  They were having fun.
  Oleg and Alina then pulled off another trick. They blew up chewing gum into a cloud, causing NATO helicopters to get tangled up in it. Which then turned into cotton candy, then caramel flakes and lollipops rained down. Now that's a real showdown on the steepest turns.
  How these genius children can do this is beyond words, beyond description. They turned out to be wonderful kids.
  The boy Sasha giggled and noted:
  - This is truly super-burbuletness!
  Almost the entire valley and part of the forest were covered with cakes, very brightly colored and decorated. And boys were swarming among them. If there were women among the soldiers, they became girls. It looked very funny. As they say - a distant land, but it turned out to be paradise.
  And some NATO planes were turned into huge, golden trays with garnish. And with appetizingly cut lemon slices. Now that was really tasty.
  Oleg noted with a smile:
  - We literally have a confectionery valley!
  Alina confirmed with a laugh:
  - Yes, it's hyper!
  There were clashes in other places too. Natasha and her friends repelled a NATO airborne assault. This time it was a serious fight.
  A mass of American fighters, mostly black, broke through to the airfield.
  The girl from the Medveditsa special forces used machine guns that ejected bullets with uranium cores and fought desperately. This was truly an epic battle.
  Margarita fired, changing firing modes and throwing grenades with her bare toes, and roared:
  The Russian warrior is not afraid of death,
  We are not afraid of death on the battlefield...
  He will fight for the holy Motherland,
  And even dying he will win!
  Natasha exclaimed, also throwing a murderous gift of annihilation with her bare foot:
  - It's better to win and stay alive!
  Aurora, firing quite accurately, agreed:
  - It really is better this way!
  Svetlana took it and opened fire, chirping:
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  Those who thirst to break the shackles...
  Victory awaits, victory awaits,
  We will be able to conquer the whole world!
  Natasha fired a burst and a couple of American soldiers writhed in agony. Now that was a real fight. The girls went their separate ways.
  They shot and threw grenades, which despite their tiny size had a powerful explosive effect. How deadly and destructive it was. The girls really can't keep up with fate, it comes to them. The battles develop in a fanciful spiral.
  Margarita chirped, baring her teeth:
  - We will not waver - believe me!
  And again she took and gave a burst. Mowed down several blacks. Now that was a really super battle. So there is no talk of humanism. And the girls from the Medvedchika Battalion are at their best.
  Some of the warriors began to outflank the enemy landing force. Both the left flank and the right. Moreover, they acted energetically and moved their bare, graceful feet. These are real beauties. The outflanking manners here are quite complex and resemble the movements of horses on a chessboard. But the American landing force also began to shift. All this resembled a snake dance.
  Natasha used a flamethrower. And this weapon is not bad, I must say. It works very effectively. It burns enemy troops with furious force. Better than flamethrowers in strategy games.
  The girls also work with underbarrel grenade launchers. They shoot at the enemies very actively. Baric shells explode. Needle grenades are also used. Also a devastating weapon.
  Margarita chirped:
  Oh what a blessing,
  Kill the evil bandits!
  Aurora objected:
  - No, these are not bandits, but paratroopers!
  And with his bare heel he kicked a pea of annihilation. It flew past and scattered a dozen Americans. Now that was really hyperquasaric!
  Natasha sang:
  The grenade will make everyone feel warmer,
  And to an elephant and even a small snail...
  So let it be everywhere on earth,
  We kill the bastard with a joyful smile!
  The girls are really with the plant. They have jaw-dropping demands! And the grip of panthers! And forward to the victory of communism! That's how the girls mow down the Americans. And throw grenades of destruction with deadly force. That's how cool the showdown with fighting and deadly force turned out.
  Margarita noted:
  - We will always crush everyone, we will beat all the enemies!
  Aurora giggled and scratched her bare toes, throwing boomerangs that cut off the heads of American fighters. Scarlet and red-brown blood splashed, and the bodies of the Yankees fell. The battle was going on with a lot of raking in of troops. And the girls were shooting, and they were doing it extremely accurately, and with each shot they were getting more accurate. Well, these were fighting girls. You could say it couldn't be cooler. And if it happened, then only the children's special forces!
  Svetlana giggled and sang:
  We will tear everyone to pieces,
  Girls of the Quark era...
  We will defeat the terrorists,
  And let the crush disappear!
  And again she threw a playing card with her bare toes and cut the throat of an American paratrooper. A stream of blood gushed out. What a blitzkrieg! The girls simply rejoiced, and bared their white, sparkling teeth.
  This is truly a beautiful and dangerous floor. And the girls today can't be stopped, the girls want to dance.
  This is the kind of scam that happens.
  Alice started shooting from a ten-barrel machine gun. This is a truly deadly cascade. And lead bullets rained down like a very thick rain. The Americans couldn't resist such a downpour.
  The girls began to sing:
  Threatening the infidels with fiery Gehenna,
  With a hangover and a smell of alcohol on my lip...
  We show the way to the throw of the universe,
  Forward into the arms of the red-haired Satan!
  And how the beauties will burst out laughing and stick out their tongues. Natasha will take and throw a grenade again with her bare toes. What a beauty, so delightfully cool.
  The girls shoot without unnecessary ceremony. Not a simple pull, but a couch pull. Or maybe a marvelous one? The beauties' shooting becomes more and more accurate. And the American paratroopers, those who survived, retreated.
  Aurora chirped:
  - One, two, three - tear all the goats apart!
  Svetlana supported:
  - Four, eight, five - we'll tear them to pieces!
  The girls really turned out to be extremely combative. You can't go against them. And if you do, you'll really get screwed. And their legs are so nimble - just like the paws of a chimpanzee. And they mow everyone down, as if a razor blade were cutting hairs off a teenager's face.
  Natasha rushed to pursue the retreating Americans and sang:
  You Yankees have nowhere to go,
  We are big fighters and bullies...
  Even though there are a lot of girls on the way,
  So they want a good fight!
  Margarita confirmed this:
  - We really want a good fight!
  And the girls just started whistling at the top of their lungs. And from their whistling, the numerous crows that had flown in had a heart attack and fainted. And then they slammed their beaks into the tops of the American paratroopers' heads. They just fell over, literally kicking the bucket. That was a crow ram.
  Aurora chirped:
  Sivka-burka, prophetic kaurka,
  Stand before me like a forest before grass!
  Svetlana objected:
  - This is not a completely irrelevant remark!
  And the girls started laughing and stamping their feet again. Finishing off the American fighters from the elite special forces. And these guys are really cool. Some of them even had training on liquid helium. And liquid helium is superfluid. And it literally flows into the enemies, and even more so into the spacesuits. And that means it generates such phenomenal preparation and fitness. And a crowbar won't help against liquid helium.
  The girls won. The surviving American paratroopers surrendered and fell to their knees.
  Natasha squeaked:
  - Kiss our soles!
  The captured men fell down and started kissing the girls' bare feet. And they did it quite energetically. Although the girls' feet were dusty and bloody. And still so sticky. These girls are super, you could say. And they have a phenomenon.
  Margarita chirped:
  The American was extremely sinful,
  Don't come near us, otherwise we'll kill you!
  Aurora giggled and sang:
  Bang-bang, and we are robbers, robbers,
  Bang-bang, and you are dead, dead!
  Svetlana also giggled and noted:
  Instead of a microphone, the tail takes the purr,
  The song is not new, but it is mine...
  Kitty, kitty, meow - that"s all the music,
  Kitty, kitty, meow - that's all the words!
  After these words of the children's song, the girl broke the nose of the captured officer. Then the girls beat up the prisoners a little more and sent them by car to the rear camp for prisoners. And then they held a wake for the three warriors who died in this battle - war does not go without victims. And after that, it went on and on.
  More precisely, not a wake - the girls will be buried in a special military cemetery. They were given a posthumous send-off - an orchestra played, drums beat, even pioneers marched - saluting and saluting.
  The girls, however, did not linger. They moved towards Kyiv, which was now practically completely surrounded.
  Natasha noted before this:
  - It's a pity about the dead girls!
  Margarita nodded in agreement:
  - Of course it's a pity!
  Aurora giggled and noted:
  - It's a pity about the bee!
  After which she burst out laughing... The girls seemed to be on top of the situation.
  Svetlana stated:
  Our minds must be kind,
  And the heart will be smart!
  Before departure, the girls took a shower and washed themselves with expensive, elite shampoo. Their mood became even more combative and enthusiastic. And the warriors started singing:
  My gun is like an older brother,
  Shoots very accurately, very well...
  After all, the girl is a machine gun by nature,
  Although sometimes life is like a cage!
  
  I am the girl who has no stronger,
  A she-wolf and a tigress in one test...
  But a word is not a sparrow,
  When I am with my loved one, I believe in being together!
  
  I've already taken that pass,
  Iran stormed the mountains...
  She has conquered many different countries,
  No, I can"t lie peacefully by the sofa!
  
  You probably won't understand this,
  What does it mean to fight with fanatics...
  Write this down in your notebook,
  And learn to fight decently, boy!
  
  I have no homeland, believe me, be brave,
  It sparkles like a bright ruby...
  Even though millions of devils are swarming,
  We will still get a place in heaven!
  
  May the Lord protect me,
  Great, our knight Almighty...
  The girl has powerful flesh,
  She knocks down the cherries with a precise volley!
  
  No one can defeat me,
  I am a girl whose name is legions!
  The bear also bows at my feet,
  And the maples will soon give gold!
  
  Frost running through the snow barefoot,
  Snowdrifts don't scare the girl, you know...
  I'll give the enemy a sharp haircut,
  They recognize me as such a cheeky person!
  
  I was born in autumn and spring,
  As red as this banner...
  The character is very impudent, energetic,
  And in the heart a hot flame blazes!
  
  You won't find a more beautiful girl,
  She will shower everyone with love abundantly...
  She doesn't even look twenty,
  But she hits really hard!
  
  
  So bow to the girl,
  And kiss her bare feet...
  The knight will rush upward like an arrow,
  It won't be difficult for us to solve this problem!
  . CHAPTER #22.
  Stalin-Putin continued to see dreams, and his subordinates were afraid to wake him. Ukrainian cities fell one after another, and the supreme commander-in-chief performed feats in a parallel reality of sleep.
  Although the strong hands of the American super-special forces soldier held the boy tightly by the elbows. He, with a desperate effort, sharply dived down, managed to break free from the strong grip. Then Stalin-Putin managed to kick one of the fighters of the "Cobra" group. However, experienced fighters, who had undergone all types of combat training and mastered many types of martial arts, easily knocked out the barefoot boy. One of them even managed to shoot a needle with an electric shock charge, another fighter shot a homing titanium net at the target. Moreover, the microchips in the net themselves entangled the one who got into its cells. Stalin-Putin was paralyzed, and from a strong blow to the jaw, his cheekbone began to ache. Despite the softening effect of the combat suit, the fighter of the special group "Cobra" felt a sensitive blow.
  - My cybernetic camouflage suit may be damaged. Let the mechanic check me. Two fighters with laptops and scanners began to check the state-of-the-art combat suit of the super commando fighter. Each such suit with all the bells and whistles cost 25 million dollars, and the concern for the safety of such expensive clothing was understandable. Such a combat suit could withstand blows from large-caliber machine guns and shell fragments, had microchips with a muscle-enhancing system. The special forces soldier could jump up to 10 meters high and 20 meters long. He could become practically invisible, both to the naked eye and to the infrared range. Almost all the fighters of the "Cobra-Gyurza" group had officer ranks and, taking into account the bonuses, received general's pay. Stalin-Putin, caught in the net, seemed so harmless and helpless that the special forces began to laugh. Teasing the fighter who shot the net.
  - Yes, you, Hans, are a very cool guy, you probably caught Zhelezovsky himself!
  -He looks completely naked, it seems Russia has become completely impoverished!
  -The Russians have gone crazy, they've gone crazy, they're using extreme hardening regimen!
  - Stop messing around, better throw this puppy overboard and be done with it and shoot him in the forehead!
  -You know, one bullet costs 1200 dollars, and it"s not worth spending that much on some Russian runt!
  They were right, oddly enough, for shooting the super special forces had special cartridges. Instead of a core of depleted uranium, an artificially synthesized material Aidium was used. This product was obtained in the rector after a series of transformations. Its density was almost 2 times higher than the density of depleted uranium and 6 times the density of a steel core, with much greater hardness and strength. Such a bullet had a much greater range, accuracy and penetrating power than even a uranium one, but it also cost much more, more than even a gold bullet. If the Americans only knew what their money was spent on, many would have had a heart attack. When it came to financing special groups, a significant part of the funds was allocated, bypassing the US federal budget. The powerful military transport "Antey" took off from the airfield runway and was rapidly gaining altitude. The idea of throwing a Russian child out of a flying plane appealed to the brave American commandos, and they almost carried out their plan. However, the commander of the special group immediately noticed a lot that was unusual in the boy, and his face was terribly familiar. A few learned automatic keystrokes on the laptop, all the data on Stalin-Putin appeared on the monitor. Any person can be scanned and if there is information about him in the computer, then lightning-fast identification of the person occurs. General and commander of the group Harry Koroza furiously yelled, pointing his finger at the boy.
  - This kid, the especially dangerous criminal Stalin-Putin. He, together with Russian rebels, attacked the cruiser "Dragon", it was he who stole the ultra-modern glider "Freedom". It is not enough to just kill him, this mad puppy must pay for his crimes with pain and blood. Tie this bastard to the chair, we will interrogate him thoroughly.
  The huge commandos, fed up with powerful steroids, untangled the net and dragged the half-naked boy to the chair. Stalin-Putin made a desperate attempt to break free, his relatively thin but strong arms tensed. Not without difficulty, the super commandos tied the boy to the metal, plastic-covered chair. In their massive, spacesuit-like combat suits, they even looked
  look more like combat cyborgs than living people. The boy's desperate resistance made the fighters laugh.
  - And the puppy bites! Look, he wants to tear us all apart. The thugs giggled. The limbs were securely fixed with titanium wire, as well as the head. The chair looked like a dental chair, and the American special forces who surrounded it from all sides were eager to try out their medical skills on the boy. Cobra's chief specialist in active interrogations, Hans Foer, was shaking with joyful impatience. How he loved to torture and torment human flesh, especially children. Due to the nature of his profession, he could not often afford such pleasure as torturing a child. His grandfather, a famous Gestapo officer, was much luckier, he easily and even without any reason took boys and girls from a concentration camp and tortured them for his own pleasure. Well, when they occupy Russia, he will have a blast. But for now he needs to have fun with this puppy.
  -We're ready to gut this little bastard. Hans and his two hormone-bloated assistants grinned predatorily.
  - First, test our newest daggers on him. And then let him tell me where he put the Freedom glider. The sadists pulled sharp, shiny daggers from their sheaths. When they pressed a button, these daggers began to heat up, and a digital thermometer on the handle showed the temperature to which the dagger blade was heated. The special composition of the blade allowed it to heat up to 3,300 degrees, which allowed it to cut steel sheets. True, in the extreme temperature mode, this weapon could easily burn out, but in hand-to-hand combat it could burn through a titanium bulletproof vest. After switching on, the blade glowed with a light bluish light, and the metal heating numbers ran along the handle. When the temperature exceeded 200 degrees, Hans Foer, smiling affectionately, put the blade to the child's chest. He expected the muscular boy to flinch from the burn, but he didn't even react. Slightly surprised, the descendant of the Gestapo increased the temperature and pressed the dagger harder to the nipple of his breast. His two assistants applied the daggers to the boy's hands. Stalin-Putin felt the hot metal and felt pain, but the sensation of pain was muffled, like that of a drug addict under anesthesia. Hans began to get angry, usually children start screaming even before the torture begins, but this one held on with Spartan calm. Harry Koroza also began to understand that something was wrong here.
  - He was hit by a stun gun, his muscles lost their sensitivity. Inject him with the Ariel serum, it will sharpen his senses very sharply. The executioner injected the solution into a vein, the liga entered with difficulty, almost breaking. Being an experienced torturer, Hans noticed the absence of burns on the skin. Either this Russian puppy knows yoga or...
  The dagger seems to be faulty, let me test it on it. Harry commanded.
  -Take off the glove and take it with your bare hand.
  The super-special forces soldier took the bluish blade with his bare hand. The temperature had already reached 500 degrees, and after a couple of seconds the seasoned fighter pulled his hand back with a squeal.
  -Everything is fine, the weapon works.
  -Go ahead and burn him, show him your skills, let him tell us everything!
  Hans increased the temperature and began to torment the child's body again.
  The pain increased sharply, now Stalin-Putin felt severe burns, and unable to remain calm, he began to desperately writhe in the chair. Involuntary groans began to escape from his throat. The executioner grinned joyfully, his victim was experiencing pain, it seemed that his whole body was filled with joy. Looking at the writhing child, he began to get an erection. Stalin-Putin desperately pulled himself away, a strong titanium wire was inserted deep into his body, increasing the pain. He desperately sought a way out of this, it seemed, absolutely hopeless situation. He alone was tightly tied to the chair, there was a whole squad of them, they were very high above the ground in the transport "Antey". The temperature of the daggers increased, blisters began to appear on the skin.
  - Tell me, you bastard, where did you hide our Freedom jet glider and we will give you an easy death, you won"t be able to escape from this chair.
  Chair, on the transport "Antey", a crazy thought flashed through his head. Once upon a time, he accidentally heard that this miracle of Soviet technology has one unique feature. All the seats of this plane are capable of ejection. To do this, you just need to press the lever, which is located at the bottom of the leg of the chair. This is a chance, but how to reach when you are so tightly screwed. Stalin-Putin was so carried away by his thoughts that for a while he forgot about the pain, which in turn angered the sadists. The executioners continued to increase the temperature of the metal, the burns on the body deepened, the cabin was filled with a distinct smell of fried.
  - Tell me, puppy, where is the Freedom glider?
  Stalin-Putin writhed with all his might, trying to reach the lever with his feet, groaning louder and louder, the groans were getting louder from the increasing pain. But he still did not scream wildly and did not give away the secret of the location of the unique invisible glider.
  - I won't tell you anything anyway. We Russians are steadfast, I will remain silent like a partisan.
  - Let's see, little partisan, how long you'll last. Your little face is already approaching the color of your flag.
  Hans grinned, he considered it a matter of honor to break some stupid boy. From experience and medical research, he knew that it was on the human heels that the greatest number of nerve endings were located. Grabbing the child's bare foot, he pressed the red-hot blade with force to the bare heel. A new wave of pain literally caught the boy-leader's breath, his face turned crimson from pain. Only hatred for his enemies, the unwillingness to give them a reason to rejoice, helped to restrain the desperate cry escaping from his throat. One of the executioners grabbed the second leg and pressed the red-hot blade of the dagger to the other bare child's heel. The third executioner continued to torment the upper part of the body, searching for nerve endings with the knife, trying to tear out of his victim as much suffering and pain as possible. Hellish pain pierced the entire body from the light-blond head to the bare heels. In addition to the thermal effect, the daggers gave off strong electric discharges. Electricity passed through the nerve fibers, like a boil twisting all the insides. It seemed that every particle of the body was suffering and burning, and a thousand red-hot pins were stuck into each cell. If Stalin-Putin did not lose consciousness, it was only due to the action of the "Ariel" serum and some changes in the physiology of his body. His hair stood up like a hedgehog's needles, and his tongue literally became red-hot. Not a single one of the super-special forces fighters showed a drop of sympathy for the child, and some literally enjoyed the spectacle of torture. At the cost of inhuman pain and heroic efforts, Stalin-Putin managed to shift his body slightly downwards. Hans noticed this and pressed the purple blade harder, at the same time increasing the electric discharge. From the unbearable pain, Stalin-Putin opened his mouth, but instead of a desperate cry, he sang a song. He sang, and the words of the song absorbed the unbearable pain.
  Get up, huge country!
  Get up for mortal combat!
  With the dark power of fascists
  With the damned horde!
  The American fascist and descendant of German fascists simply could not bear this. He jerked the dagger upwards, clearly intending to cut the boy in half. On the way, the dagger, already heated to 2000 degrees, simply burned through the wire. The legs were freed, and Stalin-Putin, with all his might, struck his tormentor in the groin. Hans Foer howled and rushed at the impudent boy, but at that moment the boy touched the lever with his bold big toe on his bare foot, and the chair, dragging the stuck Gestapo man along with it, flew upwards. The ceiling of the transport opened and then closed. The Americans were shocked. A mechanical voice announced.
  There is a Russian military base below us. No problems are expected.
  -Everyone, stay calm, don't interrupt the flight, don't go off schedule. We'll write off Hans Foer as technical losses. We'll arrive in Moscow strictly on schedule.
  There we will take revenge on these Russians, grind them into dust. But this puppy will die anyway, the altitude of 15 kilometers leaves no chance for survival.
  -If these Russians even have children who are heroes like this boy, then what can we expect from adults? It looks like none of us will return to the US.
  - Shut up! He's just a drug addict, his brain is coded and his body is injected with steroids. And the Russian cowards, a bunch of highlanders with flintlock rifles beat their entire army! However, despite the boastful bravado, the fighters' mood was clearly spoiled, they increasingly felt the breath of death behind them.
  Let's move to the sinful Earth. Having flown out into the rare cold atmosphere, Stalin-Putin felt incredible relief. The chair flew apart, tearing the titanium wire, even throwing out the shoulder parachute. But the relief was very short-lived, the thin air of 15 kilometers altitude literally tore the lungs. His eyes bulged out of their sockets, and his insides were torn apart. He was suffocating and almost dead, but something kept him alive. His executioner Hans Foer was in an ultra-modern combat suit similar to a spacesuit. This saved his life, in this combat gear, even a vacuum is not scary. The low pressure protection worked automatically, and a light helium parachute opened. While the boy writhed and suffocated, Hans smoothly descended, there was a supply of food and drink in the suit, thick black coffee with amphetamines turned out to be very appropriate. Stalin-Putin was suffocating and writhing, but he did not lose consciousness. The boy was desperately writhing, shaking in painful convulsions. The executioner special forces noticed the writhing boy under him. The Anaconda-2 machine gun fired an aimed burst. Stalin-Putin jerked sharply to the right at the moment of firing. The bullets flew past the target, but cut the straps of the parachute. He fell like a stone into a deep abyss. The boy screamed from fear, screamed so loudly, as he had never screamed in his short life. Well, who will blame a kid who is not yet twelve. The American Nazi continued to laugh with pleasure. Initially, the speed of the fall was significant, then as the atmosphere thickened, it slowed down, and the pace of the fall became smoother and smoother. It became easier to breathe. He was still a child, so his speed at the moment of impact was 25 meters per second. Considering the deep Siberian snowdrift, it was not fatal. Perhaps an ordinary child would have died from such a pressure drop, or from a blow, but Stalin-Putin was no longer an ordinary child. Having climbed out of the snowdrift, he ran towards the Russian military base. The frost was strong, but the boy was so excited that he did not feel the cold. On the contrary, the scorching cold snow soothed the pain from the burns caused by the red-hot daggers. Walking barefoot, his scorched, blistered feet felt blissful. The burns were quite deep, but he did not become disabled. Having run three kilometers, he saw the machine gun towers of the Russian airfield. The base itself was small, rather than even a base. And the machine gun towers were empty, the frost was 40 degrees, not a single sentry. The boy thought, if he showed up to them naked, barefoot, covered in numerous burns, they wouldn't believe him. They'd think he was just crazy, and they'd lock him up. So he had to act like Hollywood, steal a fighter and shoot down the American brigade while they were in the air. He wanted to rush to the airfield, but a burst of machine gun fire pierced the snow in front of his nose. Hans Foer landed, he cut the route and was literally five steps away. With a sadistic grin, the Nazi took out his dagger and began heating up its blade again.
  - I'll fry you, little rat. You're as inferior as all Russian children and adults.
  -You are an impudent and narcissistic type, but it was we who kicked your superhuman asses, how you ran away from us right to Berlin.
  -Shut up monkey, I'll cut out your heart.
  Hans rushed forward with the fury of a wild boar. He waved his dagger, and in his other hand he held the barrel of a machine gun, apparently confusing the automatic rifle with a club. Having broken off a branch, Stalin-Putin hit the fascist on the helmet. The blow only enraged Foer, but despite all his skills, he could not even touch the boy with a blow. However, he knew perfectly well and was able to inflict pain on a helpless victim, but against a real combat opponent he was weak. He furiously waved his dagger and the machine gun, trying to pin the boy down, bury him in the snow. Stalin-Putin understood that every minute was precious, and that he had to take a risk. Having kicked him in the groin, he grabbed the butt of the machine gun and pulled it towards himself with all his might. The dagger managed to slash across the shoulder, leaving a deep cut, but the Anaconda-2 automatic rifle was already firmly grasped. A burst of machine gun fire pierced the tormentor. At close range, even such a combat suit did not save, and the enemy was felled like a mad boar. Stalin-Putin spat at the enemy's body and threw the machine gun away. Then, without wasting time, he rushed to the runway. The shots apparently attracted attention, a couple of sentries jumped out to meet him. Forgive me, soldiers, but I'm in a hurry. Stalin-Putin knocked out one of the soldiers with a knee in the groin, another with a precise uppercut to the jaw. Without wasting time, Stalin-Putin jumped into the fighter. But already at the moment of the jump, a machine gun bullet hit him. It got stuck in the shoulder and caused serious pain. The pain was everywhere, his burnt feet were burning and aching, the skin all over his long-suffering body was sore. Only his head was intact and worked clearly and distinctly. He easily lifted the fighter into the air. Yes, he had once read a manual on controlling combat aircraft, but he couldn"t fly like that without practice. He knew the approximate direction of the Antey transport and, accelerating at full speed, the fighter tried to catch up with the giant that had broken away. The pursuit was desperate, but Stalin-Putin not only managed to catch up with the mighty transport, but also managed to squeeze a bullet out of his shoulder. Compared to this gigantic machine, the small MiG-20 seemed like a swift against an albatross. He tried to open fire, aiming at the gas tanks, when he suddenly realized that he had no ammunition. And there were no missiles visible in this plane, the machine was completely disarmed. An alarming beeping was heard, -9 diesel fuel was running out, another minute and it would fly down. There was only one thing left to do, like the legendary Nesterov, Gastello and many hundreds of other Russian pilots - to ram. Having crossed himself, Stalin-Putin directed the fighter into the tail of the huge transport. Before the collision, he managed to make a dead loop, the famous Nesterov loop. This allowed him to deliver a counterattack, adding up the speeds during the collision. The military transport exploded, shattered into pieces, and at that moment the USA had 499 fewer fighters, and Russia had one more legendary hero. There is nothing more majestic and beautiful than giving your life for the Motherland.
  My homeland, I love you,
  I can repel the onslaught of evil enemies!
  I can't live without you, love, even for a day,
  I'm ready to give my life for you!
  At the very last moment, a split second before the explosion, Stalin-Putin managed to press the button and eject. The shrapnel from the powerful explosion only slightly scorched his skin. The parachute is usually given automatically upon the signal to eject, but in this case it simply burned up in the air. Again he had to fall from a great height, and again he was painfully short of air. True, the second time it was not so scary. In Siberia, deep snowdrifts are the rule rather than the exception. True, they are usually not so soft. However, Stalin-Putin knew how to land and soften the fall, books about landing are available to everyone. The main difficulties lay after landing. Having made a small hole, Stalin-Putin easily got out from under a deep snowdrift. The snow on the surface was hard enough to support the boy's weight. After the air ramming, the boy was in a state of emotional upsurge. He wanted a new fight and new victories. After all, this is not the only group of American commandos, we must go to Moscow. Warn our own, and beat and crush these filthy Yankees. Ignoring the pain, burns and numerous cuts, Stalin-Putin turned to face the West, and with a quick, measured step rushed towards Moscow. He walked quickly, almost running, and from the side his fast step was quite similar to a sprint. But an hour later he felt with all his might, the hellish cold. In addition, the sun set, and the frost fell below minus 45 degrees. The scorching snow burned his bare feet, and even blistered ones. The cold wind slid like a poisonous wave along his bare, lean ribs. What was it like for a child to find himself hundreds of miles from home, naked, barefoot, burnt, wounded in the good Siberian frost. If he had been an ordinary boy, he would have quickly died of hypothermia. However, even taking into account the improvement of physical parameters in such frost, he could not last long. To top it all off, hunger began to bother him greatly. He had eaten on the ship in warm tropical waters, and how much energy and calories had been spent. The cold was getting stronger, his legs were numb, and Stalin-Putin vigorously rubbed them with snow. His body was freezing, he began to shake. With an effort of will, the brave boy stopped shaking and, gathering his strength, continued on his way. He believed that he would be able to get out of the endless taiga. From time to time, falling into the snow and shaking off the icy crust, he covered kilometer after kilometer, but his strength was melting. The time when his last energy would run out, and he would fall, turning into an icicle, was approaching with inexorable speed.
  Stalin-Putin could hardly move his frozen, bruised legs. To warm up his freezing blood a little, he began to rub his feet with snow. Oddly enough, this method helped, and it became a little easier. His throat was dry, and he threw some snow into his mouth, his mouth felt a little better, but his body began to shiver more intensely. The frost was clearly approaching 50 degrees, and at such a temperature a half-naked boy would not be able to save himself from hypothermia. An icy wind pierced his ribs, causing his bare skin to turn blue. Gathering all his will into a fist, Stalin-Putin sharply increased his pace, and almost ran to the west. He already felt with his sixth sense that there was not a single living person for 100 kilometers or more around. But the voice of honor demanded to go west, he understood that stopping was tantamount to death, and despite the growing fatigue the boy almost ran. Suddenly the landscape changed, the crust of ice covering the snowdrifts became thinner, and he began to fall through, scraping his bare knees and disturbing the burns that had not yet healed. A gentle sleepy voice said, give it up, lie down and sleep, and you will be fine. Don't be afraid, little one, you have served your Motherland well and paradise and eternal bliss await you. Stalin-Putin shook his head sharply, throwing off the obsessive obsession, no, he would fight to the end, and he would never give up, he would continue to serve his country. Lord, if you love Russia, help me get out of here, out of this snowy Hell. I pray to you, Almighty! And it seemed that the Lord heard the prayers, the ice crust became thicker again, and it was possible to increase the speed. After walking a few kilometers, Stalin-Putin noticed several wooden houses. Here was salvation. The joyful thought gave him strength, and he suddenly rushed towards these houses. He literally flew into the doors of the first house he came across. They were not even locked, Stalin-Putin soon understood why this house was empty and, judging by the lack of light, the other buildings were empty too. But still, even this was luck, although the inside of the hut was not heated, there was still no piercing wind, and, walking barefoot on the wooden flooring, the boy experienced a blissful feeling. There was a stove in the house and, therefore, it was possible to light a fire. Although there were no matches, finding dry straw was not a problem, then, taking two strong sticks in your hands, you can get fire by friction. This method is quite difficult, but Stalin-Putin was already able to move much faster than an ordinary person, and his increased abilities helped to light the flame, lighting the stove. He warmed himself up carefully, although it was obvious that his body was no longer like that of ordinary people, the frost had not crippled him, and nothing had frozen, although he had spent more than 5 hours in 50-degree cold. His legs, however, ached badly, and he was very hungry, having warmed up, he stuck his head out into the yard. He had to find some clothes and food, otherwise another crossing would be fatal. Suddenly, a suspicious noise attracted his attention, it seemed that a large animal was breaking in. And just like that, a bear-lounger, waddling, was approaching an abandoned Siberian farm. He followed the tracks left by the boy's legs, and clearly not in order to stretch out a furry paw. Such a bear is the most dangerous animal in the taiga, it is hungry and tormented by insomnia. And it is very large, quite fast, capable of climbing trees and swimming across rivers. This animal is the heaviest predator on the planet and, despite its white fur, is mortally dangerous. Stalin-Putin, however, was only glad: the bear is both a skin and food. Having praised the sharpened, slightly rusty, but strong steel rod, which is not a problem to find on the farm, he hid in ambush, waiting for the beast to approach. It must be said that this was a very brave act, since the polar bear weighed more than 600 kilograms, and all your weapons are a sharpened iron rod. Despite the frost, the warmed fingers are mobile, and the body, although hungry, is still fast and strong. One precise blow to the eye, and the tip pierces the brain, and the entire shaggy carcass turns into a mountain of still warm meat. The bear slowed down its run slightly, how can winter be so frosty, and the tracks were left by bare, obviously childish feet. People usually wear fur coats, but this one is somehow naked. The bear rose on its hind legs and froze for a moment in front of a small human figure. Stalin-Putin stood frozen, and then, turning his hand, thrust a sharp steel rod straight into the left eye of the big bear. The blow was good and accurate, the bear did not even have time to react, but contrary to calculations, he did not immediately fall to the snow. Roaring like a herd of mad mammoths, he rushed at the offender like an enraged tiger. Stalin-Putin barely managed to dodge, a clawed paw tore the skin on the ribs, then the bear, with the speed of a panther, rushed after the child. Stalin-Putin ran, as he had never run in his already rather stormy life. The mad bear roared and rushed, burning his back with his breath. Having made a jump worthy of an Olympic champion, the boy jumped onto the oak roof of a rural house. The bear did not get closer, and perhaps the boy did get away, but Stalin-Putin seemed to have run out of luck. He fell through while jumping from the roof, and his bare foot landed right between the thick logs. Despite his furious attempt, he could not pull his foot out, and the bear fell on him from above. His huge mouth opened, and his mighty teeth sank into the child's tanned shoulder. His mighty clawed paws squeezed his ribs, and he would have undoubtedly killed the boy, but Stalin-Putin, already losing consciousness, managed to punch the iron rod still sticking out of his eye socket. Slightly shifting, the tip finally destroyed the brains of the wild beast. The bear died on the spot, and Stalin-Putin lost consciousness again. In the dark night sky, a silhouette of an almost silently flying MI-8 helicopter appeared. Thanks to the white snow, everything was quite visible even at night. Several figures in protective white suits jumped out of the helicopter. Judging by the speed and precision of their movements, they were professionally trained fighters. One of them, apparently a commander, came closer, staring at the incredible picture. A naked boy covered in burns and scars, heavily tanned and bloodied, and a dead polar bear, with bloody fangs covered in foam. Judging by the marks on his teeth, he almost bit off the boy's shoulder, biting all the way to the collarbone.
  -However, it is strange that the boy, barefoot and naked in such frost, and yet killed this beast with a stick, and he himself died not long ago. Yes, he looks like a statue.
  The big officer slapped the boy across the face. Stalin-Putin winced and opened his eyes. The officer was taken aback, and then laughed.
  -You're alive, you bastard. Look how frozen you are, like a statue. Do you have any training courses on survival in Siberian conditions?
  - No, I"m not here on a course, but it would take too long to tell, you won"t believe it anyway.
  -Well, we'll check it. We're from the FSB and we need to know everything. What's your name, last name, patronymic?
  - I am Joseph Vladimirovich Stalin-Putin. Russian Georgian by nationality, born in the Caucasus mountains.
  - Stop, you are that same Stalin-Putin, and you didn"t accidentally shoot down the Antey transport.
  - Yes, there was a whole brigade there, American commandos, they were flying to Moscow, planning to overthrow the people's government.
  -Yes, it's him. Quickly, guys, tie him up, he's a dangerous US spy.
  The burly fighters easily overpowered the boy. Mortally tired from the fight, the cold and hunger, Stalin-Putin did not even resist. He only spoke wearily.
  -You are Russians, how can you not be ashamed? Have you really sold out to these Yankees too?
  - Shut up, puppy, you are not the one to judge us. We serve our legitimate president, not this fascist battering ram that captured the Kremlin. And you dared to kill our defenders and the USA. America is a country of goodness and light, they only think about taking care of us.
  - Yes, I saw how they care. They are parasites, sucking the blood of all the peoples of our planet. This is a vampire country, which brazenly climbs into all the holes. It was they and you traitors who destroyed the USSR, filling the great power with bloody foam. Soldiers, remember that you Russians will tie up this traitor.
  -Shut his throat. Cover it with a bandage. We serve the legitimate president, and each of you will receive dollars for your work.
  The soldiers, accustomed to obeying, taped their mouths with a special, hard-to-tear-off bandage. Judging by the emblems, they were paratrooper sergeants. Then Stalin-Putin was carried into a helicopter, his eyes were taped up, and he was hit in the ribs with a truncheon.
  - He should have been killed, but that's too easy a death. We'll sell him to the NSA, and they'll torture him in every sophisticated way, using computer technology. Don't be upset, kid, our troops will soon take Moscow, and we'll show you our triumph via satellite.
  Stepan Konoyedov laughed a fox-like laugh. The helicopter landed smoothly on a top-secret Siberian base. This base was to become a staging area for a future guerrilla war against the Russian people.
  . CHAPTER #23.
  And so the children's special forces units flew into Kyiv. There were selected units of American special forces, and NATO and the Ukrainian National Guard. They were ready to give a serious fight.
  The disc-shaped aircraft with children approach like alien flying saucers.
  Oleg chuckled and noted:
  - We will boldly go into battle,
  For Holy Rus'...
  We will defeat the evil one,
  I rhyme the poem!
  The kids are, as they say, in good spirits. Ready to create new works of art.
  Alina chirped, baring her teeth:
  - We will get new ones. note - and not a joke at all!
  These are genius children. And then anti-aircraft guns and tank guns open fire on the flying discs. And a real showdown begins. And the sky lights up with multi-colored fireworks. But the flying discs of the children's special forces are completely invulnerable thanks to laminar jets. This is truly a weapon of the future.
  True, there are more dangerous types of weapons, in particular lasers. And such combat and aggressive ones. Or ultra-short waves. Children are of course ready for everything. And to begin with, they carried out a scanner of the streets of Kyiv. And then it turned out that it was cool again, and where the laser guns were, Oleg gave off radiation of non-commissioned kinesis plasma, freezing them from a distance. As if they slapped cubes of snow, and neat white hills appeared. This was done with guidance, and so energetically. And everything was broken, laser islands appeared. And something resembling giant portions of ice cream.
  And candied fruits were sprinkled on top.
  The numerous guards were taken aback. And the child warriors turned on the non-commissioned chrono-radiation. And the result was very, very beautiful. Large guardsmen turned into small children. And again the cool moves continue. Having become boys, the soldiers jumped up, spun around, and turned into something good, how wonderful to return to childhood.
  There is no better time of year for a person than childhood. And the boys jump and the girls jump. And the elderly began to turn into such young and cute guys.
  This is how the frantic dancing began. The girls and boys sang at the top of their voices.
  And how incredibly fun it was. And they have so much love and charm.
  Oleg noted with a satisfied look:
  - How much good we have done for people now!
  Alina answered with a sweet smile:
  - And of course there will be great good! This miracle is the return of youth! It really turns out super!
  Arkasha agreed:
  - Yes, childhood is better! And they adults cannot have such reckless and sincere fun as children! But we can enjoy life!
  Alice confirmed with fury:
  - Yes, children can do everything and are cooler than adults! In all respects!
  And laughter was heard that was more cheerful than sad.
  The young warriors, as they say, were in a lace or a lampshade. Such was the epic battle that took place here.
  The genius children sent out rays that transformed everything. Is this really a transformation of powers? When people's years decrease, which is extremely cool.
  The boy Sashka took it and sang:
  The rays of science shine brighter than the sun,
  And you passionately want to fly higher than the stars...
  For the hearts of the young are as hot as fire,
  After all, the desire to comprehend the universe is wonderful!
  The children acted carefully so as not to get hit by those weapons systems capable of penetrating the laminar flow. These are really tough methods of influence.
  Oleg looked at the barefoot boys, who had turned into soldiers, and the military uniform had changed to shorts and T-shirts. It looked great. And that's how epic it all was.
  Alina noted with a smile:
  - The children have become so cute. And there were such unpleasant adults, how wonderful it looks. These were the miracles of chronoradiation here.
  Arkasha agreed:
  - Grown men are really unpleasant. And old women are nasty. But we can fix that!
  Alice confirmed:
  - There is nothing worse than old age! It must be fought!
  The boy Petka declared decisively:
  - And we are defeating it! And very radically!
  Alina noted:
  - Still, I think old people would prefer to become just young people than children. After all, childhood is good on the one hand, but on the other hand, children have so many limitations. So consider us a privileged class!
  Oleg waved his fist and replied:
  - I will achieve the lifting of such restrictions!
  The flying discs were moving around Kyiv. The city was large and stood on a hill. In the case of an infantry assault there would have been big problems. But here the young army simply turns various soldiers and militiamen into children. And older people, and other residents of Kyiv too. The non-commissioned chrono-radiation is set up in such a way that it does not affect children, but everyone over ten years old, regardless of age, turns into seven or eight years old. And here an eleven-year-old boy and a hundred-year-old man are in absolutely the same position. As are the granny and the girl...
  Oleg noted:
  - Interesting phenomenon!
  Alina stated:
  - But the children are cheerful and energetic!
  Boy Seryozhka added:
  - And obedient! They almost never fight with each other!
  Kyiv sparkled with golden domes of churches, looked peaceful and beautiful. People with tricolor and red flags had already started jumping out onto the streets. The USSR anthem started playing. And everyone was having fun. And the regular troops and police, who turned into barefoot guys in shorts. And the newly baked children were jumping up and down very eagerly and squealing. It looked like this - hyperquasar!
  Victory was becoming more and more obvious. Child geniuses were flying up to the presidential residence. They were expecting something special.
  Volodymyr Oleksandrovich Zelensky, together with the guards, rose from the bunker to announce the capitulation. The Prime Minister and members of the government were with him. It was obvious that they understood the hopelessness of resistance.
  The President of Ukraine, without any resistance, signed a document that called on all armed forces to surrender, without any conditions or guarantees.
  The only thing that confused the head of state was that the surrender was accepted by a barefoot boy of about eleven years old in shorts and a T-shirt with an image of Harry Potter.
  Oleg, without embarrassment, answered the silent question of the President of Ukraine:
  - Heroism has no age!
  And he also put his signature. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
  The faces of Zelensky and his retinue were so upset that Oleg felt sorry for them. And he aimed non-commissioned chrono-radiation at the defeated team. No one even tried to jump back or cover themselves, Zelensky's entire retinue had a doomed look. Rejuvenating, emerald-colored radiation poured out. And a colossal transformation began. Right before our eyes, the president of Ukraine and his ministers turned into first-graders. And they were barefoot and in shorts.
  After which Zelensky, who had become a boy, and his team began to smile and dance the crocodile.
  How cute the black-haired boy looked, who looked like he was about seven years old, former Vladimir Aleksandrovich, and became Vova. And how his small, tanned legs danced an energetic Ukrainian dance. Now the president of Ukraine is just a cute child, and most likely he will be sent along with the ministers to a children's labor camp for re-education. Although he already seems to be a good person.
  Alina answered with a smile:
  - You were our enemies, and now you're just kids! Let us give you some ice cream.
  The sun was shining brightly, it was already the first day of spring. And the weather was surprisingly warm.
  Zelensky and his team raised their childish fists in greeting and shouted:
  Glory to Russia! Glory!
  We won't let anyone hurt her...
  Now we are one power,
  Let's eat ice cream!
  Boy genius Sashka noted:
  - It looks like they've already reformed!
  A table filled with ice cream of various kinds floated in the air, so rich and classy. And there were portions in golden glasses, and strewn with roses, candied fruits, chocolate powder. This was truly a feast.
  Zelensky and his barefoot team in shorts rushed to the table, but Alina whistled and shouted:
  - First, children, wash your hands!
  The boys looked around, looking for washbasins. Then washbasins appeared that had been lowered from the air, and they were gilded. The children began to wash their hands under the streams.
  The young ladies started singing:
  Even though the rain is falling, we are still having fun,
  Not a drop, not a drop, we are not afraid of rain!
  After which the children washed their hands and rushed to the ice cream. And it was great and cool. And the boys got their golden legs working. Oleg sat down next to Zelensky, he was fair-haired, and the former president of Ukraine was a dark-haired child.
  The boy genius asked:
  - Do you remember who you are?
  The boy, the former president, replied:
  - I am Vladimir Zelensky! - And the child added. - I am probably still the president of Ukraine!
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - You are not a president now, but a prisoner!
  Vova squeaked:
  - I'm a child, and children aren't put in prison!
  Alina giggled and replied:
  - You will probably be sent to children's labor camps. You will study and work. They will not mock you.
  Oleg sang:
  All people on the home planet,
  We should always be friends...
  Children should always laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world!
  Vova picked up on it with enthusiasm:
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  Children should laugh,
  And live in a peaceful world!
  After which the children began to dance. And slapped their little, childish, sharpened feet. How beautiful it all looked. Music played, and confetti fell from above. Oleg noted:
  - What a joy!
  The city of Kyiv began public celebrations. How many flags of different colors were in the capital of Ukraine. And orchestras played, and even fireworks began to be emitted. And with such passion and aplomb. This was truly super.
  To make things more fun, Arkashka began to cast unter-chrono-radiation on elderly people, turning them into children. And it looked like this - super. And how cool it is to return to childhood!
  Isn't it gorgeous?
  The old people became so beautiful, and nimble boys and girls. And they danced so dashingly. And for the first of March the weather was like summer. How great and hyperpulsar everything looked.
  Childhood seemed to have returned to Ukraine, and everyone became so joyful and cheerful - miracles of miracles. And what a joy in the world where old age was defeated. This was truly a real treat. And here you will not give up an inch of land.
  More precisely, a brilliant annexation of the territory took place. And how many red flags and sickles and hammers there were.
  The boy genius Pashka sang:
  It hovers menacingly over the planet,
  Russian, double-headed eagle...
  Praised in the songs of the people,
  He has regained his greatness again!
  That's how the children had fun... In addition to ice cream, they also brought cakes, and one of them was the size of a good train car and in the shape of the Kremlin towers. That looked extremely cool. And they threw themselves at it with forks, spoons, knives to eat with great greed.
  There were also cakes, and pastila, and much more. And marmalade figures sprinkled with powdered sugar. And how much more wonderful and unique? A real show with relish. And chocolate bars, and inside them honey and condensed milk, and many other unique goodies. They are so aromatic. And cockerels on a stick were handed out.
  They are so shiny like ruby lollipops. How beautiful it looks.
  And the people of Kiev, dancing wildly and enthusiastically, began to sing:
  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 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 hell 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 - he has 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 girls are all new,
  The bandit takes everything that is not his!
  
  Lord Savior - the lips call,
  Come quickly to this 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 about 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 Almighty God - Christ - will resurrect everyone!
  These were the patriotic songs that the Kyivians were now performing. And it was so fun and wonderful. And they were now starting a new, happy life.
  But in some places there were reprisals. In particular, two Banderites were smeared with tar, rolled in feathers, and then hung upside down by their feet. But this was done to the most hardened nationalists.
  The mayor of Kyiv, Vitali Klitschko, personally brought out the keys to the city and handed them over to Oleg.
  The boy genius asked:
  - Don't you want to become a child?
  Vitaly answered with a smile:
  - I wouldn't mind losing about thirty years!
  Oleg laughed and replied:
  - Our radiation is not flexible yet! However, we will correct it! In the meantime, fight our Pashka with gloves!
  Vitaly muttered in confusion:
  - But he's a boy!
  Oleg confidently stated:
  - If you hold out against him for three minutes, I'll give you the emerald we mined in Afghanistan!
  The former world boxing champion asked:
  - Why don"t you want to yourself!
  The boy genius stamped his bare foot and exclaimed:
  - What can I do myself?
  Vitaly grinned and replied:
  - We have different weight categories!
  Oleg laughed and replied:
  - Weight doesn't matter! The main thing is agility!
  The boy Seryozhka exclaimed:
  - Well, damn it, are you really a coward?
  Get into the ring, or I'll cross myself!
  Vitaly noted:
  - It's a shame for me to fight with a child!
  The child geniuses burst out laughing.
  Oleg remembered how he fought in Spain. He fought in a bullfight as a child. And then a huge bull pounced on him. And Oleg jumped and knocked off the mastodon's horns with his bare, childish heel. The bull fell over, dying from pain shock.
  And the boy received a special golden cup and sang:
  Star Warrior with a sword strike,
  He overthrew the demonic army...
  The locusts all turned to dust,
  You cannot trample the boy's will!
  And on top of this cup a faceted ruby sparkled. That's how the boy Oleg figured it out so cleverly.
  And the boy genius answered with a smile:
  - You know, I understand! How about fighting a grown woman?
  Vitaly answered with a smile:
  - This is not attractive either! Victory will not bring laurels, and defeat will cover you with shame!
  Alina chirped with a smile:
  Russian warrior, take your sword in your hands,
  Don't let your honor be trampled by shame...
  There will be a piece of land for the enemy,
  I believe the turning point will come soon!
  And the child geniuses laughed, but it was funny.
  Oleg answered with a smile:
  - You know, I'm sick of this! If you're embarrassed to fight with a child, then become a boy yourself!
  And the young genius hit him with a beam of unter-chrono-radiation. And a real miracle happened. The two-meter muscular man turned into a boy. Quite tall, so Vitaly is taller than average, at seven years old he looks ten.
  And he was wearing shorts and barefoot. And he winked.
  Oleg replied:
  - Well, now we're about the same! Maybe we'll meet in battle properly!
  Vitalik nodded:
  - Yes, now we are the same! And we will fight the enemy desperately!
  Oleg grinned and said:
  - Let's get together and fight!
  Both boys put on gloves and started to swing. Oleg, of course, moved much faster than Vitalik. And he acted in such a way as not to offend the former and eternal champion. What a very nice fight.
  The children splashed around barefoot and fought with gloves. Which was extremely cool. The fight turned out to be fierce. More precisely, easy and impetuous, but at the same time spectacular.
  The young warriors fought, and their limbs acted and moved with extreme dexterity, and clashes took place.
  And Oleg even hit himself in the jaw a couple of times. And this won in terms of spectacle. And then the boy genius took and grabbed Vitalik by the nose with his bare fingers. And squeezed painfully, so much so that even the plum on his nose swelled.
  Oleg giggled and removed his leg. And the former world champion lost his balance and fell.
  Alina exclaimed:
  - Wow! What a clever undercut!
  Oleg objected:
  - It's not exactly a sweep! It's more like pinching the nose with pliers!
  Vitalik stood up and continued the fight, which was extremely cool. And attacked Oleg. But he met the former champion in the chin very beautifully with a bare heel. And Vitalik fell unconscious.
  The boy genius nodded:
  I make a mighty acceleration,
  I'm an executioner now, not a boxer!
  And the boy-mayor was carried away. Now in Kyiv competitions have begun. Including wrestling. Such wonderful and spectacular ones.
  Meanwhile, Arkasha noted:
  - Well, now let's watch the games!
  The boy genius looked at the game map. It was a great strategy. You start with a primitive communal system. And there is the first level and then to nanotechnology and spaceships. Now this is going to be a really cool and hyperquasar game.
  The boy laid down the program and began to act more energetically.
  Here comes the formation of a barracks with savages and clubs, and so on, up to the highest level. And cavalry appears, first simple, and then chariots and war elephants. Well, okay, this is cool for the game, and not only for the game.
  And in Kyiv there are such holidays. And beautiful dances. Natasha and Margarita have already entered the capital of Ukraine. And the girls were barefoot and in bikinis.
  And they march and sing with great, ineradicable enthusiasm:
  The Soviet country is glorified,
  And its vast expanses, rivers, mountains...
  She was born with valor,
  And let's leave just talking!
  
  I am a Russian pioneer boy,
  So ready to fight for the Fatherland...
  I will show everyone an example,
  After all, we have always known how to fight!
  
  Pioneers, glorious sons,
  Under the protection of the Motherland-Russia...
  Though the hordes of Satan rage,
  We humbly asked, gentlemen!
  
  She is the happiest,
  Our boundless Russia...
  Even though the horde is rushing towards the earth, making noise,
  Our Svarog is a great messiah!
  
  We will be able to hold the universe,
  Don't bring the Russians to their knees...
  You pass your exams with flying colors,
  Stalin and the great Lenin are with us!
  
  Our glorious country will be,
  Very soon we will be living under communism...
  You are forever known by your birth,
  And we will be under the yoke of fascism!
  
  As apple trees bloom in the Fatherland,
  And they spread out a blanket of aspen...
  Hitler will soon be kaput,
  And the planet will be just paradise!
  
  I want to serve the Fatherland,
  Know our boundless Russia...
  The hunter will turn into the game,
  And the girls will become happier!
  
  Running barefoot in the frost,
  These clear-eyed girls...
  They'll hit the fascists with their fists,
  And they fire from a machine gun!
  
  Our Russian faith lives on,
  Bright Russia without borders...
  Our Lord Almighty know the Family,
  White God is the great messiah!
  
  I love Jesus and Stalin,
  I honor Lada and Svarog...
  They won't steal the Russians for a ruble,
  Will be under the protection of the Light of God!
  
  No, I am a pioneer, not an atheist,
  Although I prefer the Russian Gods...
  Only up and not a second down,
  For the sake of our mother Russia!
  
  What I can conquer by playing,
  The eternity of Rus''s veil shines...
  Yes, Moscow is of course the third Rome,
  The evil Cain will be destroyed!
  
  Outwardly we are all soldiers of Christ,
  And let us bow down to Svarog on Earth...
  Jesus is our Father's copy,
  We all promise honestly to the Family!
  
  I don't want to die guys,
  We will make the country, believe me, richer...
  Even if an evil thief attacks us,
  We'll be able to give him some punches back!
  
  Beautiful warriors of Rus',
  That country that rules the universe...
  We say - Almighty save us,
  Let the work be creative!
  
  It happens that the war ends,
  The human race will rise again in greatness...
  Satan will be destroyed,
  We will go forward with a mighty song!
  These are the wonderful songs that the girls sang. But of course, everything will be cool. And the girls splashed their bare soles through the puddles.
  How magnificent it looked when it worked, and it worked wonderfully.
  Aurora noted with a smile:
  - It's time for us to play chess! And what kind of chess? Maybe the newest and coolest! And more complex!
  Svetlana nodded:
  - Yes, chess is cool! Look at the ones we have!
  Margarita said:
  Hyperchase was a game that had a series of figures. Archers, runners, slingers, jesters, cardinals, generals, officers, chariots, two queens, the prime minister - by the way, the most powerful figure, a corporal, a cart, a howitzer, a catapult, a ballista, guards and a galley.
  Yes, this is an impressive army, and it is not so easy to play with it.
  Yes, the rules are not easy to remember. For example, the nimble jester moves like a queen, but captures like a knight. Cardinals move like a knight and a queen, but capture only like a queen, and the prime minister moves like a knight, a queen, and a runner (the latter can jump over his own and other people's figures, but not knock them down!), and captures like a queen, a knight, and a catapult and a ballista! (The first one is like a bishop and jumps over its own piece, the second one is like a rook, and also jumps over its own piece, but they move just as sluggishly as a king! The runner rushes around like a queen, jumping over one of its own and another's pieces, but moves like a king. The officer moves like a bishop, but attacks like a knight, the general moves like a bishop, but attacks like a king. The howitzer moves like a bishop, but attacks like a rook. The cart moves like a knight, but attacks like a king. The chariot moves like a knight, but attacks like a rook. The archer moves like an ordinary pawn, but attacks two squares diagonally and forward. The slinger moves like a pawn and attacks like a pawn, and also attacks in front of him.
  The Corporal moves like a pawn, but can attack as an archer and a slinger.
  Archer, slinger, pawn, corporal can turn into any figure by reaching the enemy's last vertical. The board is large, rectangular and there are many figures. Victory is like in regular chess - checkmate the king who has the same truth. Only castling is longer.
  The girls laughed and began to sing again:
  There will be an era, an era of communism,
  We will raise the proud Russian flag...
  We will break, believe me, the yoke of fascism,
  Let's hit Hitler in the snout!
  
  Our faith is stronger than steel,
  And leads sacred communism...
  And for us the great leader Stalin,
  And we grow and not a centimeter down!
  
  For the greatness of holy Russia,
  What is capable of defeating the horde...
  Stalin is our great mission,
  And the Russian bear is huge!
  
  We are the almighty greatness of the Family,
  Maybe we can defeat the Fritzes all at once...
  For the Fatherland, happiness and freedom -
  Life is fragile, like a thread of silk, I know!
  
  Believe me, we are not used to being afraid,
  Our strength, Russians for centuries...
  We can fight very hard,
  There will be a dream of a bright Motherland!
  
  From Moscow to Leningrad,
  From the taiga to sunny seas...
  A great reward awaits the fighters,
  My vast Motherland!
  
  We will protect you and expand you,
  And let us raise the banner above the rooftops...
  For the sake of our mother Russia,
  And let the enemy get a fig!
  
  To fight for the greatness of the Motherland,
  Like a stormy, scorching hurricane...
  Believe me, we always knew how to fight,
  We'll cross the ocean, believe me!
  
  We can do everything, I know that for sure,
  We will be able to defeat the Wehrmacht correctly...
  And with your immaculate honor,
  We can stop this onslaught!
  
  We have the Sun and quasars,
  The wisest tsar in Russia...
  We will strike hard,
  And the order is this: you rule wisely!
  
  We will hang Hitler while playing,
  We will defeat the fascists all at once...
  And the sun of May will be forever,
  And above us in gold are cherubs!
  
  Guys, we are so dashing,
  We will crush any horde...
  And the girls are barefoot in the snow,
  And they laugh, in the middle of a fierce blizzard!
  
  Believe me, the world of communism is beautiful,
  It's good for naked girls...
  There will be peace and happiness on the planet...
  And the lad is scribbling a chisel!
  
  We are such cool warriors,
  We can defeat the dragon too...
  Even if the Fritzes aren't stupid,
  The bear will tear them all apart anyway!
  
  We will not be afraid of Hitler,
  A girl will hit you in the nose with her bare heel...
  The Fuhrer will simply become a clown,
  And I'm not old enough to know more!
  
  And the girls are so barefoot,
  They love to tickle their heels with snow...
  And in the name of Mother Russia,
  We are capable of tearing the Fritzes apart!
  
  Well, where are you heading, fascists?
  You wanted to take Moscow in winter...
  And now you're whining from the pain,
  The girl straightened her braid!
  
  She kicked him in the nose with her bare heel,
  The Fuhrer suddenly fainted...
  After all, the girls are barefoot in the snowdrifts,
  And they have a clot of bodies made of steel!
  
  And the girls chase the Fritzes like that,
  That those sheep are running to the slaughter...
  They can fight so fiercely,
  It's immediately obvious that Hitler is kaput!
  
  Here the fascists were defeated with flying colors,
  And they entered defeated Berlin...
  And the fascists clearly screwed up the war,
  And we will simply conquer the universe!
  
  Well, in short, the power of the Family is with us,
  The Russian man will rule...
  The might of the Fatherland crushed the Wehrmacht,
  And the age of communism has arrived!
  . CHAPTER #24.
  Siberia is vast and the population density is extremely low. The harsh climate and lack of convenient communication systems. The large distance from densely populated areas of Russia make it difficult to develop this region. Particularly deserted are those areas where there are no explored mineral reserves. In such an area, especially in the taiga, in hilly terrain, it is easy to create an inconspicuous underground base. Of course, the Ministry of Defense knew about the existence of a secret base in the Siberian region, but no one could even think that the real owners of this combat point were the United States. True, most of the personnel consisted of Russians, but the base was managed either by the American military itself, or by CIA and NSA agents. The unofficial commander of the underground base was NSA General John Harrison. The official commander, Major General Vitaly Mesing, was also on the payroll of the NSA under the nickname "Messa". There was even a small unit of US commandos at the base, they were there for a special emergency. All Russian citizens at the base were receiving good money, and many were happy with it. Under Yeltsin, this situation was quite safe and comfortable, but under the new government, their situation was becoming extremely dangerous. The new government was conducting a thorough audit of all military facilities, and the future of the secret NATO bridgehead deep in the Siberian taiga seemed to be under threat. This significantly spoiled the mood of the two NSB officers. The news of the crash of a plane with special forces, then the heavy defeat of the NATO army during a grandiose, large-scale attack on Russia caused a state similar to panic. When Joseph Stalin-Putin was delivered to the base, both generals had no time for him. That is why the boy was first locked in a preliminary detention cell. The colonel who captured him was an experienced FSB officer, or more precisely, the Ministry of National Security, and of course a US agent. True, he was recruited by the CIA and therefore dumped information to both agencies at once. It is more profitable and safer, but under Yeltsin, all useful information quickly dried up. Now their salaries had been raised again, although now the risk was mortal, and the dead did not need big money. Deep down, he was thinking about handing over his masters to the new authorities; in extreme cases, it would not be a sin to use such an opportunity. When the boy, bound with wire, was carried into the maximum security cell, Stepan Konoed gave the jailers an order.
  - Don't look at his appearance, he is a very dangerous criminal and he must be guarded under paragraph C-3, maximum danger and for having superhuman skills.
  Emaciated, all wounded, still burned Stalin-Putin. Only barely 11 years old, the boy looked more like a poorly fried cutlet than a deadly criminal. And Vasily Khodyko, a huge little guy weighing 140 kilograms, with a crimson scar on his face - the result of the Afghan war, simply laughed.
  - Yes, Colonel, you see dangerous enemies everywhere, but this is a child bleeding.
  - This captain is not a child, he is a little monster of Hell. Don't laugh, he stole a flying glider-invisibility. He was the first to raise a mutiny, freed the criminal sailors on the cruiser "Dragon". And this monster destroyed 500 of the best fighters of the US super-special forces. And you are a child, one American will take down a dozen, such wimps as you.
  Vasily's younger and more outwardly friendly brother, Zeno, could not resist sarcasm.
  - How can we, if children beat them like that. That bastard needs to be chained up.
  -That's right, there's a good titanium chain with a self-adjusting collar here. To keep this bastard from running away.
  They put a collar on Stalin-Putin that could hold a rabid polar bear and along the way, they gave him a couple of weak blows to the ribs. He didn't really want to hit him, but he had to show his toughness to the colonel, otherwise he would suspect him of disloyalty. The prison cell was uncomfortable, cool, with one iron bed firmly bolted to the floor. No mattress, no pillows, clearly a punishment cell, not just a cell. Stalin-Putin's mouth was taped shut, and the wire was so deeply embedded in his body that it seemed like it was about to cut his ankles. Khodyko Sr. looked questioningly at the colonel; according to the instructions, the prisoner should have been untied. Stepan pretended not to notice the eloquent look and hurried to the exit. Vasily finally broke the silence.
  -As with the prisoner, do we need him alive, or...
  -For now we need him alive, and then we'll see.
  -So, deal with him.
  -As usual, more accurately, so that he doesn't escape. I repeat, he is dangerous.
  -We know our duty well.
  When the colonel left the cell, both brothers stared at the boy in surprise. The days of pioneer heroes had long since passed, and this one looked like a legend from distant childhood. Having cut the wire with scissors and torn off the plaster from his mouth, the brothers asked the same question in unison.
  - Is what our colonel said about you true?
  At first glance, it would be more profitable to lie and dull the guards' vigilance. To say that he simply got lost in the Siberian forest. But he would tell the truth.
  -Yes, it's true! Everything is true.
  -Well, tell us. If you tell us, we'll give you good food and bedding.
  The boy began to tell the details of his adventures in order. The jailers listened very attentively, sometimes asking questions. The story was truly amazing and resembled a Hollywood action movie with the features of a blockbuster. When he finished, the brothers shook their heads in surprise.
  - Baby, you deserve a loaf of good sausage, and you will get a blanket, but how can you survive after spending more than 5 hours in 50-degree frost, it"s impossible, even the Aleuts and Chukchi are not capable of this.
  - I don't understand it myself, but judging by Natasha's reaction, it's connected to the blood transfusion process. I saw her running at the speed of a racing car, it was her blood that somehow changed my gene structure.
  - Yes, it's a mutation. Okay, kid, don't be offended that we gave you a little kick in the ribs, it's our job to act like evil guys.
  The boy Stalin-Putin asked ingratiatingly:
  -I understand you, will you help me escape?
  - No, kid. We are not holy people, but we know our duty and the orders of our superiors are law for us.
  -And isn't the order of the Motherland higher than all other laws? And isn't your main boss the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, he won't approve of your contacts with the USA?
  - Don't tempt us, boy, we've already broken the instructions by talking to you. We have families and they pay very well here. And we're not Russians. Our families are in Ukraine, and here we serve under contract.
  The jailers almost ran out of the cell. It's not nice to feel like mercenaries.
  But Stepan Konoed, on the contrary, felt good. True, when he was invited to a meeting with two generals, his mood was spoiled by reports of the defeat of NATO troops and the capture of the Minister of Defense, and the seizure of the Baltics. Now Russian troops could come here too, or rather the MNB revision brigade. Both generals, as he expected, received him after the events of January 17. Both were angry and gloomy with a deep hangover. NATO's unprecedented defeat threatened to shift the balance of power in the world in favor of Russia. Anti-American sentiments were also growing in the Middle East, and a whole series of terrorist attacks against US and European citizens followed. In addition, an ultimatum followed to extradite all representatives of the previous ruling regime who had fled to the US, and under torture they would certainly break and give up data on this database. Moreover, Berezovsky and Mamud personally took part in the creation of their base, and even wanted to use it as a staging area for guerrilla warfare. In these conditions, when the noose around your neck is not very tight, you want to talk about some Stalin-Putin. When Konoyed began his report, they interrupted him almost immediately.
  -We are not interested in hearing about this, throw this little snake out.
  - But gentlemen generals, this is too premature a decision. Wouldn't it be better to send him to the NSA, where they can get some use out of him?
  -Why is he there in the NSA? For his crimes he deserves the electric chair, which we can put him in here too.
  The American added.
  - Since even in the most brutal US state, Texas, they only execute people aged 13 and above, his death penalty would be illegal, and keeping him in prison would be extremely stupid. It would be better to save taxpayers' money.
  -He can tell a lot.
  -We can interrogate him here and then burn him alive. We'll skin him and burn him in the crematorium oven.
  - It's not that simple, gentlemen generals. First of all, he was already tortured, there on "Antey". Yes, every fighter of the super special forces has a miniature computer camera. Then everyone can show it and describe their exploits. Of course, he did a great job enduring all the torture. But pay attention to what happens to a person when he is thrown naked at an altitude of 15 kilometers.
  -He dies in the first minute, in a short agony.
  -That's right, and this kid ejected practically naked and survived.
  -It can't be! Lies! Fairy tales!
  - I have a video of all this. I was there, there are already plenty of experts from other departments. It looks like this boy could become a cult hero.
  Threatening whisper:
  -Yes, even better, it"s better to kill him.
  -Listen further. He, without having any clothes, managed to walk more than 90 kilometers in the taiga in 50-degree frost. This is for sure, I flew to this place again later, while you were busy. It is not snowing yet, and the traces of his bare feet are clearly imprinted on the frosty half-icy crust. Even a hedgehog can understand that these abilities are above the human level.
  - Well, there are innate phenomena. As a child he tore up a calendar and bent nails. Other children can do push-ups faster than a special forces soldier and multiply faster than a computer. This is not an indicator yet. We studied various phenomena, but usually extracted little valuable for our work. In vain, Stepa, you fixate on this child.
  - No, gentlemen, it was not in vain. The NSA is working quickly, and we have a decent dossier on him. At school, he was a solid average student, both in his studies and in sports. He had no extra abilities, he was slightly better than normal, there were a couple of people in his class who were, perhaps, stronger. And then such a sharp explosion of physical data. And intellectual parameters too, the boy flies combat aircraft like an ace. You know how much money and time we spend on training pilots. Then he was hit by a car. His condition was hopeless, but he got back on his feet, as if it was a simple bruise. What's more, even his scars disappeared. Then he took part in a rally, broke the windshield of a police car, and injured the riot police sitting in the car, they crashed into a wall. Then the boy disappeared, as if he had vanished. Well, and then he showed up at the destroyed base together with that Russian terrorist Natasha, also half-dead. Then, as if nothing had happened, he ran away, stole the Freedom glider. And the corpses of commandos and marines were left at the base. Natasha also has superhuman abilities. She stole an improved model of the Stealth fighter and rushed towards that monster. What was his name, Conn Seldon, or Stalkiller? And she killed an entire squadron of fighters. Here is the chain. Stalin-Putin, Fialkovaya, Stalkiller. These are links in the same chain. The conclusion suggests itself that there is a secret KGB center in Russia. And it has existed since the times of the USSR, carefully concealed. He staged a coup in Moscow, and Stalkiller is not an alien at all, but a product of genetic mutations and genetic engineering. Thus, it is the KGB that is fighting for power over the world!
  The generals were shocked to hear such a version. Yes, there were such rumors, but that's it. The American was the first to break the silence.
  - It's impossible. All calculations say that the weapon created by Stalkiller is too far away, beyond the limits of human science. It's like flying to Mars in the Middle Ages. Even if they had such a powerful organization, it's still not realistic for them to create such a level of technology. And if you have such strong intelligence agencies, then how did they allow that we, the Americans, literally put you on your knees. Stalkiller is a space monster, a product of the star Hell, galactic darkness. Only an extraterrestrial intelligence could strike such a blow to the USA, we would have crushed you too if...
  The Russian general interrupted his American colleague.
  - Johnny, it doesn't matter anymore, but Stepan is right, this boy may know much more than we think, and we must extract information from him. And even if Stalkiller came from the stars, it does not exclude the existence of some kind of cosmic underground here on Earth. Maybe we will learn much more from the boy about many interesting things.
  - He needs to be tortured! Tormented until he goes mad with fear!
  General Harrison's eyes literally turned bloodshot.
  - No, General, don't torture him. If super special forces tortured him and got nothing, then it's better for us not to go that way either. It's better to deceive, to outwit him, because he's still a child, albeit with outstanding abilities.
  -I'm right Stepan!
  -Yes, I agree with you, General, the boy is quite resistant to pain, there is not a single living place left on him, and he held back his screams. And he does not feel pain that acutely.
  -Who can outsmart him?
  - I have two Khodyko brothers in mind. They stayed in the cell for a long time and talked about something. Or rather, they were recorded, but here's why the tape wasn't played. It looks like they can gain the boy's trust.
  -And they themselves can be trusted.
  - Yes, firstly, I have known them for a long time, they are quite reliable. And secondly, they are blacks, that is, not Russians. Being citizens of Ukraine, they serve only for money, typical mercenaries. The Russians are more dangerous, patriotic atavism may awaken, and these, where it is good, there is the Motherland.
  -Well, watch out, or I'll twist your head off. Stepan left the modestly furnished office in a military style and slithered out. He was being cunning when he said that it was impossible to play the audio recording. It's just that not all the cards should be played at once. It's better to drag out time and knock out more money. But there was no time, and right at the very earliest hour of January 20, he was picked up and taken to the general's office that he had known for a long time. In addition to a dozen turntables, a couple of computers and several sinister statues, there was a map of Moscow on the table. The generals looked extremely upset, perhaps even panicked. Stepan saluted mechanically and sat down in a crocodile-skin chair without an invitation. In a normal situation, the American would have screamed at the top of his lungs. Such chairs were very expensive, and this chair was the personal property of an NSA general. Apparently, something important had really happened.
  - It's good that you came, Mr. Stepan. We received an urgent order to launch a Rosa-0 fighter-bomber into the air no later than January 20 and launch a nuclear missile strike on the Kremlin.
  -Yes, this is amazing news. Who gave the order, maybe we can ignore it.
  - The order was given by the head of the NSA and personally by the US President. And we were warned that if we ignored the order, we would simply be handed over to the Russian special services.
  Stepan jumped up.
  -Bluff, how they protect our point, they need us.
  - It doesn't matter anymore. When Defense Secretary Dick Cheney was captured, the military computer's hard drive contained encrypted data on the entire NSA, CIA, and G-2 spy network on Russian territory. Yes, Cheney coordinated all US intelligence services during Operation Loop, and that's how he got access to the information. The disk is, of course, well encrypted, but since the information needs to be obtained quickly, the code is super-complex. In a week or a little more, Russian specialists will pick up the keys, and it will be the end for us anyway. No, you can't evade it, you'd better think about how to carry out such an operation.
  - He could send a Rose strike fighter to Moscow, supposedly to strengthen air defense.
  -That won't work. Johnny, I know their system, it would have worked two days ago, but now Moscow is reliably covered, and a broken NATO is unlikely to show up. And anyway, the "Rosa"-0 plane is a model, so far there is only one copy, which must be tested for reliability. This machine has not yet passed all the flight test cycles. Or maybe we'll take a chance, it should be invisible to radars, like "Stealth".
  - Yes, even the Stealth radar can see it, it just can't aim the missile accurately, and because of the signal blurriness. It's like wrapping an infrared signal in a wet cloth, only the accuracy suffers. And then they'll send a couple of fighters and we'll be finished. This option won't work.
  -Yes, this is a problem, if we offer, they will refuse or check the plane again.
  Stepan intervened in the conversation.
  -Nuclear weapons cannot be transported without the president's impersonal sanction, but they don't know that we have two nuclear charges. They were delivered here clandestinely, which means the main thing is to break through to the approaches to Moscow and strike at a distance.
  - No, that's not possible. Firstly, these missiles are tactical assault missiles and they don't hit their targets at long ranges. And we need to hit the Kremlin and the president. And secondly, the S-300 system has four powerful missiles, it will hit the plane with shrapnel even without a precise hit. We tested this in practice during the battles near Moscow. Even if we take off, without the command's approval we will be intercepted 200 times in Siberia. We need to somehow rack our brains and come up with something. You can't ignore an order, and running is also very difficult. Stepan, tell me how you work with this monster boy.
  - We're not in a hurry yet. Too much curiosity will alert the boy. It's better to let him approach naturally.
  - I think this is a stupid idea, it will hardly be possible to use it! It is better to finish him off and the filthy "iron man" will see only a severed head.
  Colonel Konoyed jumped as if he had been stung.
  - Eureka! I see how we can use the boy. We need to call and you will do it, Mr. General, in Moscow to your boss Abaltsev. You will tell him that the national hero of Russia, Joseph Stalin-Putin, is alive and well. And you will ask him for permission to urgently deliver the hero to Moscow, on the fighter "Rosa"-0.
  Both generals' eyes widened.
  -And what do you think, will it work?
  - Yes, a thousand times yes! Just think about it, January 20th is the same day as the inauguration of the US President, Moscow is celebrating the victory over NATO. And naturally, everyone who distinguished themselves in battle is being awarded. And Joseph Stalin-Putin is not just a hero, he is already a legend. He was the first to rebel, both in the army and navy, against Elkin. He shot down the largest and most powerful US helicopter, the Apache - ST-10. He endured torture and killed 500 of the best US fighters. And when to present such a hero with an award only on January 20th during a military show. Yes, Sergei himself will ask to deliver it as quickly as possible. And it is impossible to deliver it to Moscow faster than on the fastest aircraft to date, the Rose-0.
  -And the President himself. He is very cunning.
  - And I think the President is so overloaded with various problems that he himself will insist on the rapid arrival of a strike fighter. After all, you are still above suspicion, and such a move would never even occur to them.
  -They can detain the plane and check its cargo.
  - Yes, there is such a risk, but here's what I'm counting on: any inspection is a serious delay. The award ceremony is scheduled by the hour, and I really don't want to disrupt it. That's why I'm counting on the President himself wanting to present the awards to the hero in front of everyone during the ceremony, give a speech, or even fireworks in his honor. I have a weakness for Vladimir Volfovich, he loves effects and theatrical gestures.
  -You convinced us simply and brilliantly! But if the minister wants to talk to this Kibalchish boy himself. A refusal will seem suspicious.
  - We'll deceive him, play the audio recording, and then say that the boy is very tired after such feats, and let him sleep, that when the award was presented he looked healthy.
  -Primitive!
  -That's why it will work. Abaltsev is a very strong professional and professionals, and that's why he will see through professional deception much faster than amateur primitiveness.
  -Okay, I'll call Moscow.
  - It's too early, they're still sleeping, we need to call at the end of the first award ceremony. Then they'll make us hurry up with the delivery of the miracle child. By the way, our "Rose" can land like a helicopter, and we'll land it right on Red Square, with great effect. In this case, most of the rebels will be destroyed.
  Stalin-Putin woke up easily, and happily got out of bed, and began to do exercises. After the hard winter marches of constant fights and worries, he was even glad to rest a little and sleep off. There were no problems with food at the base, and he had eaten well. The chain on his neck was quite long and did not interfere with walking around the rather spacious cell. And it was not cold in it. The scars and burns had practically disappeared, and it seemed like a miracle. When Colonel Stepan Konoed entered the cell, he was even dumbfounded. In place of the wounded dying boy, there was someone else. In front of him stood a muscular, chocolate-colored boy, as if straight from a resort, grinning teeth. If not for the titanium collar, Stalin-Putin could have fought hand-to-hand with these three gentlemen, and it is not known whose strength won. The generals were also surprised, they watched the video, after such burns you can remain disabled forever, and at least the scars are from the bear's teeth. Yes, this is really some kind of mutant. Maybe how to transport him to the USA.
  -Why should he fly with us? We can handle it without him. Let him stay here, if it works out, there will be such a mess that we will easily transfer him to the USA.
  - I don't recommend doing this, during the flight they might ask how this baby feels on board. Silence will be suspicious. The whole operation is hanging by a thread. And we'll gently put him to sleep, chain him to the crib, and they'll see that the boy is just sleeping.
  -And we'll say that we didn't take video cameras on board.
  - Yes, this plane has it, even with access to a satellite. Specifically to track the parameters of this experimental model, and don't say that the camera is broken, the slightest suspicion and we will be detained. And he, who is not a person, will not dare, I hope to wake the child. We will now inject him with a horse, or rather an elephant dose of sleeping pills.
  - Stepan, watch out, don't kill ahead of time.
  -He's tenacious!
  - All the same. Yes, I think he should wake up before Moscow and see, before he closes his eyes forever, how the capital of his beloved Motherland will burn in nuclear hell. And then he will go blind and burn.
  John Harrison clenched his fist and wheezed.
  -You Russians always have a craving for theatrical effects. And what if he ruins our entire operation during this time? He knocks out all the pilots and turns off the missiles. Like in the movies, the hero saves the planet at the last second.
  - Life is not a movie, it is much harsher and more prosaic. He will not have a chance. And he will not be able to warn, the camera can only transmit to Moscow from a Siberian satellite. Ten Commando fighters will guard him. And he himself will be chained to the bed. There, the Titan locks are not broken by ten people.
  -You want to hang new corpses on us. Two of our pilots and also destroy the special forces. Everyone who flies is a suicide bomber. Let the Russians guard him.
  - No, they can't betray. Okay, the Khodyko brothers will be with him.
  -Okay, about twenty people will enter "Rose", I will sacrifice 12 US fighters, and you only two. To hell with them, reliability is more important. But no one should survive.
  - It goes without saying that as soon as the missiles are fired, the self-destruction system will be activated.
  -That's not enough, what if someone leaves the plane before the shot. We need to inject them with the Tsavir virus, it will kill them within 24 hours. That's another insurance policy.
  -Here comes Johnny. We'll be promoted or killed. Let's go have a drink.
  -We're already drunk after 5 pm.
  -But at least we don"t have strokes or heart attacks, and hangovers are easy to treat.
  Garrison did not argue that stress really is better nipped in the bud. Both generals locked themselves in the central office and went on a drinking binge. During the drinking, they had no time for the blinking red light signaling a top-secret message. The American was a worthy drinking companion and kept up with the half-Russian general. Or rather, he was Jewish on his father's side. "Rose"-0 took off smoothly, looking at this blue translucent bird gliding along the crystal-clear dome of the sky. And in clear weather in winter, the sky over Siberia is stunningly beautiful. None of the outside observers thought about the deadly filling of this plane. The rose had atomic thorns. The missiles with nuclear charges, as if in mockery, were painted in roses, lilies, forget-me-nots. So they looked even more like a sham. It was more than 7.8 thousand kilometers to Moscow. Taking into account the time for acceleration and landing, it was necessary to fit it into three hours at most. It was realistic. The sleeping Stalin-Putin was chained and covered with a blanket. Two brothers with machine guns were supposed to vigilantly watch the prisoner. The special forces soldiers were not given such instructions. It is very funny when one sleeping and chained child holds an entire unit of Commandos at gunpoint. Just watch and be ready for battle. "Rosa"-0 first took the sound barrier, and then its speed exceeded 3 thousand kilometers per hour. The eyes of the American pilots were glowing with a feverish light. Before the start, they were heavily pumped with drugs. When you are high, you feel like God, and the people under you are goats and pygmies. And you want to crush them and crush them. One of the pilots cackled, the Commandos giggled in response. They were all dressed in Russian uniforms, but one of them was black, which negated all the disguise. However, as Konoed had assumed, it was enough to simply show the sleeping boy through the camera. It seemed that the way to Moscow was open!
  The super-fast jet strike fighter "Rose" - 0 continued its rapid run across the celestial stadium. After leaving the zone of direct transmission to the Siberian satellite, the plane broke all connection with the air for some time, and the passengers on board knew nothing about the turbulent events of the last hours. Both generals who sent the plane on the mission had already reached such a state that they were lying around like sacks of rotten potatoes. The American was burping, literally choking on vomit. And his half-liquid partner was no better. Both generals had reached the state, and did not pay attention to the burning emergency transmission light. The sound signal did not work. However, even if the generals had read the directive they had received, they still had no other choice, and they still would not have recalled their order. It was cramped in the belly of the combat strike fighter "Rose" - 0. There were 20 seats for the strike landing force. At the same time, it was possible to place bombs and missiles here. This plane was universal and menacing. A dozen US fighters looked contemptuously at two Russian contract soldiers, and the sleeping boy did not interest them at all. True, they let go of a couple of sharp, vulgar jokes about sexual orientation. Zenon Khodyko felt like a cornered animal. It was clear as day that a deadly adventure was being started, where their further existence was unnecessary and undesirable. The more experienced older brother Vasily not only understood this, but also feverishly looked for a way out. It seemed possible to deceive the vigilance of the special forces fighters and jump overboard, but that was not the problem, they did not have parachutes. And if they did get them out, then without an ejection device, at such a speed they would simply be smeared across the fuselage. In addition, this was not a way out, and it was a pity to leave the plane without watching the denouement of this drama. They had managed to learn about nuclear weapons out of the corner of their ears, and it was interesting to see where they would use them. But the main thing was to survive themselves, and here, as shameful as it was, they couldn"t do without this kid, they had to wake him up. Vasily roughly slapped the boy across the face, the slap was weighty and ringing. Stalin-Putin jerked sharply, but the shackles prevented him from striking back. The place of the blow turned slightly red, Stalin-Putin"s eyes burned with anger. Zenon made a conciliatory gesture.
  -This is to bring you to your senses.
  - I've already woken up, and you're not a pear. As far as I understand, we're flying somewhere.
  -Yes, we are flying to Moscow. According to the legend, to take you to the inspection of the new president. It seems that awards are waiting for you there.
  - And the connections so that I don't run away. It's clear that they are planning something nasty and mean against Russia again. We must stop them!
  -That's understandable, but we are not Russians. We are Ukrainian mercenaries and what do we care about Russia?
  -That's right, well done guys. Serve us Americans!
  The black special forces soldier who said these words burst out laughing.
  -Okay, let's speak Ukrainian.
  -How do you know our language?
  - Because I once lived in Ukraine, heard this language and tried to learn it. It was difficult then, but now I understand it easily, and in general Ukraine is almost a mother, a sister of Russia. Kyiv is the mother of Russian cities!
  -Yes, it is true that we are essentially united, but it does not matter. Here we are flying to Moscow and it is clear that we are being expended. And what should we do?
  -First, take these shackles off me, and then we'll see.
  -And if the Yankees ask why?
  -To relieve myself! I wouldn't want to crap in the salon! You know how to film.
  -It's simple.
  Indeed, the experienced jailers easily removed the clamps from my hands and feet. Then they led me by the arms to the toilet.
  -Well, now you are free, or rather uninhibited, what next?
  -We'll knock them all out and take over the plane.
  -There are twelve of them, and if they open fire, the plane will depressurize, and this is at an altitude of 15 kilometers.
  -For the sake of your country, you can risk such a transitory value as life.
  - This is not our country. And we want to live, and we are ready to risk it to save our lives. And why risk it, maybe it will work out anyway.
  - No, it won't work. If they launch a nuclear strike on Moscow, you'll be killed either by ours or yours. They don't need witnesses.
  -How do you know about nuclear weapons?
  -And any other attack makes no sense. Only a nuclear strike can justify them revealing their shelter in this way.
  - Logical. But starting a shootout here is mortally dangerous. We want to live.
  - I understand you. But maybe you are already dead. You were not vaccinated before the flight.
  -We did. Although it is not clear why.
  -They did the same to me. It looks like they were testing a new bacteriological weapon on us. We're already dead.
  -Then we have nothing to lose. A grenade, and that's the end of it all.
  -We still need to try to survive. After all, bombs can be loaded into this cabin, which means it can be opened, and simply dump unnecessary ballast.
  -This can only be done from the cockpit. And you can only get there through the titanium doors.
  -And if. Let's do it this way, there should be a fire-fighting system here, we'll throw a cigarette butt on the indicator and it will work at full power. Panic will start, and we'll shoot them in the confusion.
  -The plane is depressurizing.
  -There are no portholes in this belly.
  -They have a couple of Scorpion-7 machine guns. This one will easily penetrate the plane's armor.
  - It's not a problem, the air won't immediately come out through the holes, and then we'll force the fighter to sharply reduce its altitude.
  -How.
  - Simple. We'll cause a short circuit, and the connection and engines will be interrupted, and the instruments will also fail, and then they'll have to reduce their altitude. In any case, they won't be able to launch nuclear missiles. We'll descend smoothly and deprive them of any chance of winning.
  -And how deadly viruses. And the pilots' reaction is unknown. They are Americans and may not be able to handle manual control of a hydraulically powered aircraft. For them, it's the Stone Age.
  -In this case, we will help them.
  -And hurry up, do you hear the plane, it's slowing down. Moscow is starting below us. It looks like it wants to go down a bit. No, it's too dangerous. There are minutes left before the impact at best.
  Vitaly Khodyko, without saying any more words, quickly lit a cigarette, took a drag, and threw the lit cigarette right onto the indicator.
  Someone from Yanka managed to say it.
  -They're lingering in the toilet for some reason, they're probably taking turns fucking this boy. He's so cute, so chocolate-y, we'll all fuck him together in all his holes.
  A thick stream of white foam interrupted the vile speech of the obscenity and pervert. He was literally covered in a foaming substance that blinded his eyes and made everything slippery like ice. Then both brothers and Stalin-Putin opened fire to kill. The barefoot boy took a pistol and shot amazingly accurately. Without saying a word, they chose different targets and since the distance was close and there were only ten special forces, the elimination of this unit took exactly 3 seconds. The commandos managed to open return fire, but only from Russian AK-74 assault rifles. The heavier Scorpion-7 automatic rifles did not have time to play their symphony of destruction. And the Russian assault rifles were unable to pierce the fighter's coating. - After the destruction of the US militants, causing a short circuit and cutting off all electricity was a matter of technology, and not particularly difficult. The fighter, as expected, went into a tailspin. It was rapidly approaching the Earth. And the jet stream accelerated the fall. They resembled Japanese kamikaze, ready to give their lives for Japan and the emperor.
  - However, the pilots sitting at the controls did not want to die, not for Japan, not for the USA. They desperately tried to pull the plane out of the dive. Desperately cursed in English, mixed with steep Russian obscenities. Working at a Russian base, they, of course, knew Russian, especially curses. So when Vasily addressed them in his deep bass, they immediately responded.
  -Hey, you damn Yankees, do you want to live?
  -Yes, of course, Russian Ivan.
  - I'm not Ivan. Open the cockpit door and I'll show you how to taxi the plane.
  -No, you'll kill us!
  -Why do I need you? I want to live, if you don't hurry, we will all die, look down, the Earth is approaching.
  - Indeed, the surface of the earth, densely covered with tall buildings, was rapidly approaching. This sight was so terrible that the US aces quickly opened the doors and allowed Vasily to transfer the steel bird to manual control. The plane turned literally at the very surface, even managed to knock down the slate from the roof of one of the Moscow houses with its tail. The fighter leveled out, and it was possible to look for a suitable place to land. But the pilots still apparently decided to become heroes, realizing that Russian captivity did not bode well anyway. One grabbed a pistol, the other a bayonet-knife. Stalin-Putin put a bullet in the head of the pilot with the pistol. And Zenon hit the special forces soldier with a knife on the back of the head with the butt. But still, the one with the knife was luckier and managed to stick it into the mighty chest of Vasily Khodyka. Vasily groaned and was forced to let go of the steering wheel. Zenon immediately took control, and Stalin-Putin dragged the captain's heavy 140-kilogram body to the bed. The same one where he had recently lain, handcuffed. Zenon leveled the plane and was at a loss: the fuel was running low, and he didn't know Moscow at all. But where to land, if there were only houses around, and the streets were full of cars. Stalin-Putin himself jumped up to the steering wheel and decisively took control.
  - Go and watch your brother. I can handle the controls myself. I know where Red Square is, I'll land there. And the boy, decisively turning the steering wheel, directed the plane to the center of the capital. Thousands of Muscovites watched this flight and joyfully rejoiced, watching the graceful maneuvers of the fighter. And here is the Kremlin, Red Square. You can land. Here was a seemingly unfamiliar plane, a complex design, a previously unknown manual control system. A difficult landing on a city square, in winter conditions, but how easy everything went, as if he had been landing planes in this unusual way all his life. A shiny figure of a light bronze giant curled in the air right above the square. Stalin-Putin immediately guessed who it was.
  -I know you, you are the great Stalkiller, the conqueror of America, the patron of Russia.
  - And you are a hero, my younger brother Joseph Stalin-Putin. Your exploits are worthy of the Hypertalinator. I am glad that you managed it yourself again, but know that if you get into trouble, I will always be glad to come to your aid. In the meantime, watch. The star terminator made an elegant gesture, and the body of the wounded Vasily Khodyko smoothly floated out of the cabin. As if by magic, he glided softly through the air, obeying the telekinetic energy of the star giant.
  - He is wounded, but his wound is not fatal. In 30 minutes he will not even have a scar. That's "Katola". A previously invisible flying saucer resembling a solar disk appeared right out of thin air. She answered in a very pleasant female voice.
  - It could be even faster. It's a pity that people's bodies are so weak and imperfect. And this boy is not quite human. I feel alien energy in him, something in him even from you, my elder brother and creator.
  -Yes, I know, he has the blood of the girl who united with my plasma-romon double. He became my blood brother.
  -He is still far from the physical and intellectual level characteristic of your race.
  -But even at this level he was capable of feats, of a decisive fight against evil. Say Stalin-Putin, you want to continue to fight for the right cause.
  -Yes, I'm ready. I want to fight for a just cause.
  -And you are ready to leave your home planet, your family and friends for a long time for this. And many friends.
  - I'm ready. I guess I'll be required to fly, perhaps to another galaxy, but it's a bad person who doesn't dream of visiting other worlds. It's our long-standing dream to fly to the stars. Yes, I'm ready.
  - Well, I'm glad about that. Because I'm going to need your help. And not only yours, but other people's. The war on Earth must end. Peace must be concluded between our civilizations. Now the battlefield will be the neighboring galaxy. The battle will be transferred to the distant, endless space, and we will need to strain all our strength, both physical and intellectual, for a decisive victory. We will have to fight an insidious and technically highly developed enemy, here I will need the help of honest, brave and smart people. And now let's go, I'll teach you something, you have a lot to learn.
  . EPILOGUE.
  Stalin-Putin has finally woken up. He, too, is tired of being a barefoot boy and running around on various missions. Now he is back in his office.
  And they reported to him that the entire territory of Ukraine was under control, and Kyiv had fallen. And that the capitulation had been signed.
  But the most interesting thing is the transformation of the president and the government and a huge number of other people into children. Which is very beautiful.
  Stalin-Putin laughed:
  - Really!? Back to childhood! That's cool!
  It really is wonderful to feel like a boy, and physically strong and healthy.
  In general, NATO troops are completely routed. And a lot of equipment was knocked out. This is truly incredible. And the capabilities of the children's special forces are simply fantastic. This is truly an aggressive murder. More precisely, a transformation.
  Stalin-Putin was dumbfounded, even his eyes popped out of his head. This was truly a phenomenal, cosmic force. It turns out that mutant children can invent, very cleverly. Their power is great.
  And Joseph-Vladimir thought, wouldn't they create problems for him too? What if the genius children want power?
  The leader of all times and peoples remembered:
  As a child he dreamed of his native river,
  About the power of the world's invincible fighter...
  In his empire under the banner of the eagle,
  As if people were a miserable bacillus,
  You wanted to make the world of the soul one,
  The toast of praise made my head spin!
  But now he has annexed the first republic.
  Stalin-Putin announced:
  - Raise the minimum wage to fifty thousand rubles a month. And let Mishustin do it.
  Then the order was made to hold a referendum. To secure the legitimacy of the annexation, a popular vote is needed. And of course, at a furious pace. And the result is no less than ninety-nine point ninety-nine.
  The head of the Central Election Commission Ella Panfilova has already been arrested. In her place is another woman - younger and cooler. And she promised online that everything will be fine and one hundred out of one hundred.
  Stalin-Putin began handing out new awards. Everyone worked hard. And the genius children did a great job. Otherwise, the blitzkrieg would not have happened.
  And of course, commanders Oleg, Alina, and Arkashka earned the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called, and the other child geniuses received hero stars.
  Shoigu, as Minister of Defense, was awarded the Order of Victory. It was also a decent award. And Shoigu finally received the rank of Marshal. Other generals were promoted, including Chief of the General Staff Gerasimov. And he was given a hero's star. Then there were other awardees.
  And Mishustin was given an order - he deserved it. And others were awarded. It's a pity that Vladimir Zhirinovsky is in a coma. But then Stalin-Putin had a cunning idea: why not make him a boy?
  It's so funny - there will be a boy jester.
  Zyuganov's mug is quite unpleasant. What can you say about him? He is a loser who lost the election to Yeltsin. How can you treat him well? I don't want to reward him.
  However, Vladimir Zhirinovsky also blew Yeltsin's elections away in disgrace. Moreover, he was afraid to even say a word about the traitorous president. Now, when he is turned into a boy, he should be flogged without any doubt. And that would be logical and fair.
  Stalin-Putin took and sang:
  I don"t understand how much longer I have to be afraid,
  A strong politician is born for battle...
  Fear is a weakness and therefore,
  He who is afraid is already defeated!
  And he laughed out loud. It really was funny.
  And he called the child geniuses into his office. And he did it extremely energetically.
  Stalin-Putin also issued a number of decrees on awards. And he even signed them automatically. And then there was a lot of interesting stuff there.
  In particular, the Order of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin was established. Covered with a layer of gold, with sapphires instead of eyes.
  And also the Order of Ilya Muromets, three degrees. And a special Knight's Cross.
  This is a new award. And why not make a St. George's Cross with diamonds? It will also be a beautiful award. These are also new ideas.
  Well, the orders of Brusilov, Budyonny, Zhukov, Rokossovsky and Vasilevsky were added. And what needs to be both punished and rewarded.
  This is his Stalinist tactics.
  And it was precisely at the height of the purges of 1937 and 1938 that party workers were given previously unheard-of salaries and privileges.
  And there was a special reward for informers.
  A salute of many guns was to take place in Moscow. All according to tradition.
  Young pioneers were already marching in formation along the streets of the Russian capital. And music was already playing. And hundreds of thousands of people took to the streets.
  And in Moscow there was a magnificent celebration, which took place on a colossal scale. This is the situation that arose.
  Stalin-Putin felt inspired and jotted down a mass of catchphrases in a notebook:
  A politician, if he is a king, is a chess king - he only takes one step, and the whole board is full of ambitions!
  Politics, unlike chess, simply cannot do without checkmate!
  The dictator has the sting of a wasp, but, unfortunately, is capable of biting the whole world!
  During elections, a politician, of course, lies, but he has no choice!
  The biggest deceiver is the winner of the election, but if he won, it means he didn"t deceive himself!
  If you don"t want to be deceived, don"t go to the elections - although you"ll end up with nothing in any case!
  Better to be left with nothing than to lose your honor!
  Don't vote with your heart - it's deceitful, don't vote with your mind - it can be fooled, don't vote with your stomach - it always pulls you towards the empty, but vote with your feet - they fail you much less often!
  Empty talk empties wallets!
  All means are good for victory, but the best weapon is when it doesn't come to a fight!
  War is an unpleasant game until the enemy loses!
  It's better to keep your tail up than your head on the chopping block!
  With your nose in the air, you'll lay your head on the chopping block!
  Some people have their heads in the bushes, some have their heads on the chopping block, but the brave man always has his head proudly raised and on his shoulders!
  From the stepmother-war, the shoulders become orphans!
  War is a stepmother, but it brings out motherly tears!
  If you fall for a long time, it means you have risen high!
  In war, unlike in the theatre, there are no fake tears or fake full houses!
  War is not a mother, but it raises real men!
  Victory is born with pain, but each of its sons is a titan!
  War is the most exciting game, but not everyone gets to the end, and those who do don't want to start over!
  In war, unlike in a game, there are no easy levels or easy passages, but the reward at the finish is much more significant!
  What is the difference between chess and war? In chess you can't lose without playing, but in war you can blow away without starting!
  One projectile reaches the ear better than a thousand words!
  War is a stepmother with a fire-breathing kiss!
  Not every armor can be penetrated by a shell, but a wise word will destroy any defense!
  Man is God in his fantasies, a monkey in his lustful thoughts, but in reality he doesn"t want to be a horse!
  A good politician, even when dressed in sheep's wool, makes his opponents feel like rabbits!
  The politician often roars like a lion, but his rabbit ears are visible from under his skin!
  For a politician, no matter how right he is, the most tempting path is to the left!
  The dictator likes to dress in sheep's clothing, but most often to hide his cowardly trembling!
  A good politician is a big fox, but he lets voters into his collar!
  The politician has honey on his lips, but his hands are covered in tar!
  A cunning politician pulls the wool over your eyes, but leaves you without a piece of bread!
  War is like chess, only played exclusively at blitz pace!
  A war with gray hair at the temples, but with boyish ardor in the heart!
  If you have a wooden head, then even steel muscles won't help!
  Empty lies won't fill your wallet!
  You can lie to save yourself, but by lying you will destroy yourself!
  A politician's long tongue can shorten the life of voters!
  Don't be chatterboxes, words are silver, but they quickly lose their value!
  A long tongue is often combined with short arms!
  In politics, long tongues are like life preservers at sea, but they can"t lick their holes!
  He who cannot keep silent will not fill his pockets with gold!
  Genius, like grains of gold, only shines when the sun of good fortune shines!
  There are many hard workers in literature, but few masters!
  A man's main enemy is his language, unless it is used inappropriately!
  When a commander has a long tongue, the lives of his soldiers are shortened!
  There is no greater baseness than the desire to rise at the expense of meanness!
  A real man does not imitate a monkey!
  A child is a clean slate, but falling into childhood does not cleanse the soul!
  Be smart, but don't become abstruse!
  Shooting accurately can get you into trouble!
  It's not the stronger who is lucky, but the wiser!
  The brain is soft, but there is no armor stronger than a big head!
  Beautiful speech will not cover up unsightly actions!
  Even steel muscles rust if the roof leaks!
  A wolf cannot live without meat, and a politician cannot live without deception!
  Be an eagle, but spread your feathers!
  If you want to become a lion, don't be a hare in soul and a donkey in mind!
  Wit sometimes only covers up a dull desire to stand out!
  A good soldier is invisible, but a commander is unpredictable!
  Joy is like a roof without a support, it needs a reason!
  It is better to rejoice like a child without a reason than to be sad and complain about every incident like an old man!
  Let us be cheerful like children without falling into childhood, and let us be wise like elders without growing old and decrepit!
  The king is strong not by the crown, but by the coronation of success!
  He who loves sweet talk is as smart as a fly!
  The tyrant is bitter in his deeds, but sweet in his speech!
  He who does not want peace will not see the feast!
  A man is only great if he does not waste himself on small things!
  Be patient, but don't be a sufferer!
  If you want to get trumps, don't be a jack!
  One blow is better than a thousand curses, and one slap is better than a hundred strokes!
  The king who undresses his subjects is always naked!
  Usually they put shoes on to take them off!
  Stealing fills your pockets, but empties your soul!
  A tyrant loves power, but hates the one he rules over!
  An executioner is a profession that is sometimes necessary, but a person with a head is not loved!
  A tyrant can be killed, but not whitewashed!
  A man loves a beautiful word, but sometimes he burps blood!
  He who looks into the past is always late!
  The future is foggy, but not far off!
  Don't spit in the past, you will be spit on in the future!
  The tyrant is essentially a vampire, and his speech is even red!
  If you abuse sweet dreams, life will not be a bed of roses!
  Sweet dreams lead to a bitter awakening!
  By pouring honey out of your mouth too often, you attract bears!
  The tyrant loves blood and red speeches, but always strives for whitewashing!
  People are afraid of change, but the existing situation is never satisfactory!
  If you want to become a God, don't choose a primate as your mentor!
  Sheep need a wise shepherd, not a stupid ram!
  A holy place is never empty, but holiness can be empty!
  Man, like God, is a creator, and like the devil, he creates problems for himself!
  A tyrant, like a wasp, has a sting, but cannot even give wings to himself!
  A politician is a fox, don't be a crow, voters, losing your daily bread!
  Even if a man is seven feet tall, his stubbornness will make him a macaque!
  God has everything, man has no sense of proportion!
  It's easy to pray, but hard to beg!
  Having imagination is good, being a dreamer is bad!
  Having the power of God, do not stoop to the ambitions of a primate!
  The monkey imitates, the man creatively adopts!
  The future does not lie in high mountains, but in big deeds!
  Youth is eternal in the heart, but old age is boring!
  Don't wag your tail like a fox, better hold your chest up like a wheel!
  Men mature in war, but you can"t kill without reason!
  War will reduce your health, but it will increase your intelligence!
  The gold coins have the yellowness of treason!
  The executioner also has a heart, but with the hardness of an axe whetstone!
  Fight, don't die, you can wait a century!
  God is in every heart, but not in every head!
  Big ambitions reduce happiness!
  He who wants too much has the strength of a bubble!
  An empire is like a house; love and calculation are needed during construction, otherwise the roof will bleed!
  There is never enough of a good thing, but you still shouldn't overeat!
  It's profitable to be rich, it's only unpleasant when everyone milks you!
  If you want to be strong, don't weaken your mind!
  The muscles become stronger from contraction, and the bureaucratic apparatus becomes more efficient!
  Politicians love to use their tongues, especially at the table!
  There is no greater liar than a politician who is fanatically convinced of his own rightness!
  God created woman for man, but Satan added a mother-in-law!
  A thief should go to prison, but the biggest thief gets the throne!
  He who stole a penny is a criminal, he who stole a billion is a great financier!
  With a callous soul you can't feed the hungry with fresh bread!
  The more you steal, the lesser the punishment, but not in the next world!
  Not letting things slide doesn't mean keeping them under a noose!
  The bank can support, but like a hangman's noose!
  Those who have no support are pushed against the wall!
  Precision is the politeness of kings, but royal jesters strike especially accurately!
  A politician is often a jester, but rarely tells the truth!
  The jester loves to tell the truth, but often risks being stabbed!
  He who loves vodka hates his health and his mind!
  Vodka is clear, but it clouds your brain!
  A drunkard can do anything, but he himself is always on his knees!
  Choose with a clear head, without getting drunk on sweet wine from the lips of politicians!
  Voting for the winner in an election will always leave you disappointed, voting for the loser will always leave you annoyed!
  Whoever is not chosen will always have a feeling of mistake and disappointment!
  Voting for the same politician is like a violinist strumming one string!
  Politicians on the throne need to be replaced, it"s not a fact that the new dish is better, but in any case it"s fresh!
  Vote for the young, you yourself will become younger, if not in body, then in new work!
  He who sits on the throne for a long time becomes a pain in the ass for his subjects!
  No matter how prickly the bayonets are, the tyrant manages to sit on them the longest!
  A wise tyrant will not imprison his enemies more than he will fool his friends!
  He who salutes the tyrant will march in formation forever!
  That's how it should be said, very self-critically. Stalin-Putin dictated them, and secretaries wrote them down on computers. That's how inspiration for aphorisms is generated. And the child geniuses had already arrived in Moscow. They were cheerful and smiling, such boys in shorts, and girls in short skirts.
  At the award ceremony, the child geniuses nevertheless put on sandals. And they walked as if marching.
  Numerous guns were already firing salutes into the sky. And rose petals were being thrown at the feet of the young warriors. This really looked extremely quasaric.
  And the girls danced around, and it was extremely fun. Such a coming of a new world. And now in Russia there are definitely Stalinist orders, which means the problems will be solved.
  And at the same time the cool kids started singing:
  I am a boy of the great Russian era,
  When we want to shake the whole world with a joke!
  After all, great people are not fleas at all,
  And every fighter is an idol for me!
  
  I was born as a boy in a special century,
  In which the computer decides by joking...
  And whoever puts on a robe in despair,
  Winter is so lively that it spins its little rings!
  
  No, Africa in our vast Russia,
  But Siberia has boundless power...
  And our girls are the most beautiful in the universe,
  And every boy is a hero from birth!
  
  Love Christ and honor the Great Lord,
  May God Rod rule over us forever!
  The leaves turn yellow and golden,
  I believe that the Son of God Svarog will give me strength!
  
  Oh, we all have a lot of adventures to go through,
  Walk along the universal spiral forever...
  Do you want to have many different hobbies?
  May God-man be glorified in eternity!
  
  To admit everything in the world is a proud word,
  In which is the one heart of the Supreme Rod-Father.
  And there is a continuation of life after the grave,
  And we will be able to reach heaven, believe me, until the end!
  
  Believe me, the greatness of the Russians has been recognized by the planet,
  With a blow of a damask sword, fascism was crushed...
  We are appreciated and loved by all nations of the world,
  And soon we will establish holy communism on our planet!
  
  We will deploy starships to different worlds,
  And we will be taller and cooler than everyone else, Rod grant us.
  After all, the strongest Russians are the pilots,
  A brave fighter and will tear anyone to pieces!
  
  We will be able to rise above the universe,
  And to do something that will terrify the devil...
  After all, the main thing for a Russian warrior is creation,
  And if necessary, the warrior will save the Fatherland!
  
  For the glory of Russia, the knight, for feats,
  Draw your sword and fight fiercely...
  And Russian warriors, don"t you look,
  Let's build communism playfully!
  
  What awaits in the future - it is clear that space is harsh,
  But together, I believe, we will make it habitable...
  And the order will become beautiful and new,
  And we will cleanse every abomination with fire!
  
  After all, in our country God and the Banner are one,
  A proletarian soldier in ecstasy at the battle...
  Let some of the fighters already have gray hair,
  And someone without a mustache, but also in battle like a king!
  
  Russia has risen above the world today,
  The beaks of Russian eagles sparkle like gold.
  Create for yourself a proletarian idol God,
  More action and less painful thoughts!
  Now the children sang so well and began to jump up. But they were taken behind a screen and ordered to put on special FSB colonel uniforms, with numerous other awards.
  Stalin-Putin came out to meet them. He was accompanied by numerous guards. And it was very cool.
  After a long sleep, the body became stiff. And for vivacity, the leader-president drank some coffee. And added to it another glass of ginseng and elektorakoka. And this invigorated the president of Russia and Stalin-Putin walked much more confidently.
  Oleg and Alina received the Order of St. Andrew the First-Called. The leader-president personally handed them over and hung them on the children-geniuses' chests. They bowed slightly. And since the young warriors already had the rank of colonel, Stalin-Putin awarded them the rank of major general. What a new, great joy for the boys. Their shoulder straps were changed right there on the spot. And after that they again took and sang with great enthusiasm:
  In Russia the president is Great,
  The country is proud of Putin...
  He stopped the wild onslaught,
  The Fatherland has blossomed again!
  
  Crimea came to us voluntarily,
  The Caucasus has calmed down...
  The Russian falcon flies freely,
  We are doing great without embellishment!
  
  After all, there are so many new construction sites,
  A powerful team has united!
  The boys won't get bad grades,
  We will defeat laziness and cowardice!
  
  When we have such a ruler,
  Rus' as an eagle and a superman!
  You democrats dogs don't lie,
  Sam has been beaten more than once!
  
  We have risen - the pride of the planet,
  The tricolor flag flutters everywhere...
  We will soon conquer space,
  And on Earth there are more blessings than ever!
  
  For the Holy Motherland of Russia,
  You are the wisest of leaders...
  Watered with diamond dew,
  Whoever comes with a sword, smash it!
  
  The Fatherland is like a torch in the heart,
  You take good care of him...
  The door to success has been opened,
  The enemies are trampled into shame!
  
  The time will come for Russia too,
  The vastness of the universe will be conquered...
  And the leader Vladimir: our messiah,
  Forever will be: sword and shield!
  Stalin-Putin exclaimed:
  - Without false modesty I will say - it is fair!
  That's how Ukraine was annexed in a week, with little bloodshed. And this is only the beginning of the victorious path. And everyone is so happy.
  Stalin-Putin replied:
  - I have established the Order of Pushkin in gold! Sing something else, and I will present it to you.
  Oleg started singing, and Alina joined in enthusiastically:
  The indestructible union of free republics,
  It was not brute force or fear that united us!
  But the good will of enlightened people,
  And wisdom, light, reason and courage in dreams!
  
  The people of Ukraine and Russia are united,
  We, Slavic brothers, are friends forever!
  Glorified be the Lord's supreme name,
  All nations of the world are a holy family!
  
  Glory to our free Fatherland,
  The friendship of peoples is the support forever!
  Legitimate power, the will of the people,
  After all, the common man is for unity!
  
  We have opened the way to space for people all over the world,
  Fascism is destroyed, progress is exalted!
  Let us measure out glorious miles between the stars,
  For us the Almighty died and rose again!
  
  There is no stronger spirit of Russia in the universe,
  Ukrainian people, our dear brothers!
  We serve the Fatherland, stronger, more faithfully-
  Boy, take the machine gun in your fist!
  
  They reached Berlin in tanks, shooting,
  Even though many wonderful people died!
  Shines, giving freedom - the Russian banner,
  And by the power of love - the villain is thrown into hell!
  
  Believe me, we will protect and expand our Motherland,
  Let's give an endless ocean of love!
  Under the flag of boundless, Great Russia,
  Let my descendants frolic with laughter!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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